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

[Kronk]

OBJECTIVE: PvP- Fight the Good Fight
LOCATION: Balmorra Arms Factory- Scrapyard
ALLIES: The Grand Republic + Friends
ENEMIES: The One Sith {[member="Six-O"]}

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

ARMOR:

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

• x1: Republic Recon Armor

GRENADES:

• x2: Thermal Detonator
• x2: CryoBan Grenade

BLASTERS:

• x1: M1 Neutralizer
• x1: Dissuader KD-30
• x1: VLR-5 Assault Blaster
• x1: A295 Sniper Rifle

MELEE:

• x1: Vibrodagger

OTHER:

• x4: Multipurpose Mine

{OOC Disclaimer: This is the account I use for NPCs. This character will only be used for this thread.}​

'Scout the area', they said, 'it'll be fine', they said. Idiots.

It was safe to say that Recon Specialist Dorian "Kronk" Crothes was not pleased. Several hours earlier his team had been sent to sneak into the factory, scout as much as they could, then high-tail it right back out of there. What had they done instead? Their imbecile-of-a-squad-leader decided that they would join the full frontal assault of the building. Kronk, being the intelligent man he was, had attempted to reason with the clearly delirious soldier. Alas, even the great mother of survival, Logic herself, had not been able to sway his decision. And so the group had rushed into the fray... Now only he remained.

What could a single human man do against an army?... That depends on the man. And on the army. Kronk was no genius, nor was he a top-notch soldier. No sir. He was a veteran, yes, a man of nearly forty years who had spent half that time at war. But he wasn't a specialist by any means. You could give him a gun and he could fire it. You could not, however, present him with a hundred enemies and expect him to make it out alive. The fact that he had survived this long was quite admirable, really. If he made it out the rest of the way then the brass would have to promote him for 'excellent service' that 'went above and beyond what was expected' of him.

He kept telling himself this as he crouched behind cover. A bit longer, he thought, and they'll come to take me home. Honestly he didn't know what he was supposedly going to go home to. Years of his life had been spent in the 'valiant service' of his government. Little time had remained for marital pursuits. With no wife or kids, and with no living relatives of relatively close relation to him, he did not have much to go home to. Just a dismal apartment, a bottle of booze, and a broken computer console. I'll fix that when I get back, he thought, despite the fact that he knew he was lying. Chances are he wasn't coming back.

But he took a deep breath and raised himself up anyway. The scrapped droid he had been using for cover had taken a few to many shots. While the men who had shot at him were now dead, prostrate, bathing in a pool of their own blood, he knew there were others coming. So Kronk moved. Slowly, cautiously. The scrapyard was big, and it had many places to hide. That was good for him- good for his enemies, too. Wherever he could creep along, others could do the same. Gotta be careful. I want to go home, not to the hospital. And he meant it. Even if going home was unlikely. The odds were stacked against him... but he was a Corellian. Telling a Corellian the odds never did anything.

This looks like a good spot. Once again he dropped behind scrap metal, his recon armor almost making him blend in with the rusty, slightly moldy mess. Part of him was sure that he was hiding behind an old speeder. Another part of him said that it was irrelevant. The sound of blasterfire in the distance had caught his attention, so it mattered little- nay, it did not matter at all- what sheltered him. More Sith troopers had entered the area. They're determined to give me a migraine, Kronk thought with a scowl. Then he tightened his grip on the sniper rifle he had 'acquired' from a squadmate of his. Escher was dead. He wouldn't mind his friend borrowing his weapon.

Especially not when he was going to use it to terminate the contracts of a few Imperial lackeys.

As two squads engaged each other, the man would raise his head slowly above his cover, his rifle's barrel pointing at the battle below. A surge of hope ran through him when he realized that fellow Republic troopers had arrived. Only a portion of that hope was dashed as some of them were defeated by Sith. He quickly added his own fire to the mix, shooting any target he could get within the scope's reticles. Perhaps ten shots made it out of the gun before something disastrous- for him- happened. Something malfunctioned in the weapon, perhaps because of the stress it had endured already, and it ceased to work.

Blissfully unaware of the powerful droid below, Kronk ducked back under cover to assess the damage. Within moments he knew that the rifle was now useless. Despair threatened to choke him, it's tendrils coming down from the tension around him, but he continued on. He reached for his VLR-5, hoping that the enemy had yet to spot his position, and drew it from its holster. Soon the fight would be joined once more...

 

[Komo]

Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Objective: PVP
Enemies: [member="Cyril Grayson"]
Allies: [member="Enoch Zambrano"]

"What's your endgame?"

A laugh erupted from Greta, an immediate response from the Jedi master's question. She shook her head, sighing as he continued. Jedi. So predictable. Always thought they knew everything, even about you. In most cases, they were wrong. Pretenders, they were. Hypocrites.

The Sith are mean and evil, but at least that was what they show. They weren't pretending to be saints or defenders of the downtrodden. If you were weak, you perished together with the weakest runts, there was no mercy for the weak. Survival of the fittest. A Lord? The Jedi called her a Sith Lord. Alas, she but was but a knight. "My endgame? To see your blasted Jedi and your equally blasted Republic invaders off Balmorra."

"I fight because apparently that's how battles are won. Besides, defending an Sith world from the likes of you Jedi scum is euphoric as well. Thrilling, even. I am no Sith Lord either, just a knight, but I'll take that as an compliment." Greta punctuated her speech with a slow clap of hands before she resumed.

"What makes you think I don't strive for power?

You Jedi always seem to think you know everything. But you don't." The Jedi then went on to ask about what happens after total domination. "Who knows? Judging on how long-lived the pesky karking Republic is, I doubt that will ever see the light of day. The Dark Lord does what he wants when he wants."

A short while passed after she finished before the Sith knight began to feel an intense throbbing pain in her arm. The pain seemed to come from within, past her armour, her clothing and even her skin. Greta grimaced through the pain, fighting it as best as she could before realisation dawned onto her. Why was she fighting it?

She should embrace it. Releasing her fight on it, the Sith knight embraced it, closing her eyes as she took it all in feeling every lingering moment of pain as it came using it to fuel her ever-growing hatred for the Jedi that stood in front of her. Reopening them, she lashed out suddendly with a leap forward, slashing out viciously at the Jedi with her lightsaber, hoping to stop him from his stupidly painful ritual.

 

[Tålamod Shapochka]

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"]

Since there was apparently no point in pursuing the retreating allies of the One Sith because everyone has all the time in the world (actually only three weeks, and not even that) to write five posts just to get in range before any actual exciting and dramatic combat whatsoever occurs, Shapochka told her fleet to do nothing. They were obviously the predator in this situation. Let the prey tire itself out. And watch them fall onto the world below as they keep backing up to nowhere.

What was more important in this moment was dealing with the vermin who had begun to trigger alarms about the command vessel. Tålamod had faith that her crew would squash the bugs, but it made her a bit uneasy how they had been able to progress beyond the hangar deck. This would need to be dealt with later, and by 'later', she meant immediately after combat.

Though most of the systems had been shut down on the deck managed by Major Kwrashhar, security cams had of course been on since the entire goal of the evacuation was to empty the chambers and smoke out whoever had boarded uninvited. Unfortunately, cams were not everywhere and the actual throwdown between the Wookiee and his counterparts could not be seen. Actually, that was probably for the best, considering whatever they had done to the poor guy. All that was caught on the cams were the slung bodies of Sergeants Whifful and Adstral. Their enemies would be taking to the turbolift shaft.

Turbolift A-12 had been marked as a security breach point and the core systems operators attempted to make quick work of Spider-Man and his spiderling by calling up the lift and slathering their innards up the wall. The problem was that Banjo and Kazooie had apparently had the sense to deactivate the car before doing their gecko thing. And so the guns were naturally loaded and set for deep-fry on all decks accessible by lift A-12. And of course the levels closest to the bridge would be the most heavily guarded.

It came about that the Wonder Twins appeared and the entire ship was alerted of their current location and viewscreens all around flashed the faces as recorded by the cams in the maintenance corridor. Tålamod snarled at the carnage being broadcast to the command bridge, eyes practically spurting blood and her mouth spewing bile in hatred. Sith. The very scum of the galaxy she wished to grind to a pulp, incinerate, and launch into the suns. "Evacuate all midshipmen from sector, yes! Now! Do it!" the admiral yelled, hands wagging viciously at the characters on the screen. "Only droids, yes. Just the droids."

"Yes, ma'am!"

How does one deal with a pair of Sith invading their ship? The same way one deals with a pair of Jedi invading their ship. "Activate ray shields."

Spoiler: Fleet Summary

Champion - Admiral Ackbar ~light stern structural damage~ > Idle } (68 fighters)


Champion - Conviction ~main shields loss; light port-stern structural damage~ > Idle } (69 fighters)
Bastion - Bastion > Idle } (30 fighters, 12 bombers)
Centurion - Emancipation ~light stern structural damage~ > Idle (12 fighters, 94 bombers)
Solo - Solo > Idle } (67 fighters, 43 bombers)
Rieekan - Calamity > Idle
Rieekan - Veracity > Idle
Rieekan - Deadly Diplomat > Idle

Noblesse - Restitution > Idle
Mothma - Inculpable > Idle
Rieekan - Virtue > Idle
Vinnath - Mother Goose > Idle

 

[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]Part of him was proud of her, she had grown so much since the first moments they had spent fighting together. Her capabilities had grown almost at the same steady pace that their relationship had changed from simple pragmatism - they had soon realized that they complimented each other perfectly during the ragings of battle - towards a certain amount of… love? Could you call it that when two Sith Lords were involved?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]A questionable adjective. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]But there would be enough time to ponder on that when they were done here, whilst Neph did her [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]thang[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] with the soldiers, his own attention snapped back to the droids. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]They were already arraying their weapons. Half of them focused on the bare back of his sister, the other focused on him. Sighing softly his hand jerked up, fingers hooking in different esoteric angles to summon up his power. The will of his mind traversed the empty space, crossing its medium towards the intended goal: those few droids that had threatened his sister.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]A few moments passed (moments in which the other droids would start firing at him) and he manipulated the electronic circuits, frying their very being.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Two blue plasma bolts hit the Sith Lord in the chest and he stumbled backward a bit, coughing and trying to get some air into his lungs, before he could be hit again Carach set his jaw and lashed his hand from one side to the other - kinetic manipulation, compressed air crushing into the remaining droids from the side and sent them flying.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]With the immediate danger passed he leaned against the wall. Part of him wondered if he was getting too old for this: a few plasma bolts wouldn’t have even made him flinch a few years ago, but wounds pile up at some point.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Amber filled eyes looked around, before pinpointing Neph in a bloody mess of chopped limbs, decapitated bodies and whining stranglers. She was looking at him with those [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]eyes[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px], and it made him wonder things that he never ever cared to think about when this had all begun seven years ago.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Let’s go.” Carach would say suddenly, trying to keep the curtness out of his voice - and failing. They were going to the heart of the ship. To where the pulse would burn brightly and be the goal of this likely suicidal path.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The reactor. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Areas like the bridge were the most heavily defended, and the activation of the ray shields would go unnoticed by the Sith. Was this a death wish? Did they really know what they were doing? Who knew?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]With full power and cameras in the area, their objective would now become clearer as the duo would continuously fight, leaving behind a bloody wake of death that would not be denied.[/SIZE]

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: The heart of the ship
Objective: A
Allies: The One Sith - [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: The Republic - [member="Tålamod Shapochka"]

[SIZE=13.3333px]Every step was getting harder to take for the Darth. Bits and pieces of her Yuuzhang Vong Crab armor were scorched, and some had even had blaster fire burn through the weakened areas exposed from the earlier battle. By then the petite Vahla was breathing hard, panting basically, her body moving as she would strafe left and right down the maintenance shaft corridor. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]General works would scatter, evacuated as ordered. But left behind were the wave after wave of security droids aimed to cut them down. Parry, dodge, redirect, step, step, step. Carach and her would fight as one, a single entity. Where he would strike, Nepthys would defend. Where she would attack, he would shelter her back. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]Things were starting to get more chaotic and hectic as alarm would rush through the Republic forces. Blood would seep from her right foot, and the pain that came along with it would serve as the thorn on Nepthys’ side to keep her attention. To keep her sharp. To …[/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]A sharp intake of breath came to her as a volley of blaster fire came out at a burst towards Darth Carach. Instinct took over, and she sped up to curl an outreached hand in the formation of a quick Force bubble of protection. The red bolts would crash against the iridescent crimson shield, but its summon would not quell the fine tremble of her arm and her hands. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]There was always a price to be paid. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]Both were now wounded, the boarding of the ship now bearing the start of the wounds and the carving of scars that would come to them. A sudden drop of her bubble then a massive force push back would clear the rest of the droids. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]Her heavy footfalls would step over the remains. There in the distance, lay the hatchway towards the ship reactor. Alongside her, Sokara could feel the presence of the Voice of the Dark Lord stepping in line beside her. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]// We have little time. //[/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]She told him, already feeling the warning through the Force. Turning away from the direction of the hatchway, she would stare down at what would sure to be another incoming wave of droids. A trembling hand came up. From just under her neck, Nepthys would curl her fingers and pull off the Yuuzhan Vong piloting helm. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]The straight fall of waist length hair as black as the night went waterfalling down her shoulders, flowing around and flaking her pale, angular face. Bright red crimson eyes glowed with a fervor, the cries of pain from her body prompting a blanching of her visage and a thin sheen of sweat over clammy skin. Dry, caked blood crusted and smeared over the lower half of her face. She was pushing the lines of her capabilities and it was starting to show. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]// Go. Do what must be done.//[/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]Her voice told him through their connection, bringing her saber up into a defensive position. Two new droids joined the fray, all the while, behind her Carach would extend his will through the use of the Force to infuse the console with the Darkside of the Force...[/SIZE]

 

[Placeholder 04]

Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Objective: PVP
Enemies: [member="Enoch Zambrano"], [member="Greta Kohler"]
Allies: N/A

"This isn't about the Republic." He muttered, disappointment lacing his words. She wasn't the one. He'd considered it, even hoped for it, but such was not the case. His true goal for being on Balmorra seemed out of reach. These Sith were too indoctrinated: impure. This one had little more than blind hatred for the Jedi; a weakness that he could not tolerate. "We only seem to know everything because you know nothing, apparently."

Gone was the challenge in his voice. Gone was the restraint. A coldness came to take its place; shrouding his words in apathy and disregard. Perhaps the boy would prove more promising. He had not been able to resist the telekinetic wave, but that could be fixed. This was a test of mental acuity -- of indoctrination, not combat skill. The latter could be fixed with time, the former could not.

"You lack vision. Your words, the way you allow your passions to cloud your mind," the crimson blade came closer, "You have so very much to learn, and these 'One Sith' have given you some bad habits."

The blade arced downward as he pulled his hand away. It carved through the center of his palm, dismembering the cybernetic limb. The purple lightsaber fell, though Cyril quickly replaced it on his waist with a simple thought.

There was pain. The fingers felt as if they were flesh, and they had been torn from his body. Truthfully, it was almost unbearable. Cyril did not harness his agony like the woman did; he ignored it. A difficult task, to be sure, but the adrenaline flowing through his veins, and the force ebbing from his very being helped stem the tide. His inhibitions went out the window. Cyril stopped holding back.

"This is a test. You're close to failing," he growled through a wave of pain, "Open your mind."

The lightsaber assault approached. Cyril was wounded: his fingers were sheered off, blood continued to drip from the wound on his midriff, and his body was growing tired from the continuing battle. Still, the Jedi Master had a trick or two left. He thrust his maimed hand forward just as the crimson blade came for his neck. With it came a wave of telekinetic energy not unlike the one that had struck Enoch. The difference? This one was maintained, focused. He wanted to end this little contest, or at the very least, draw it to a close before he suffered any further wounds.

There were other candidates. Perhaps they would be more receptive.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective pvp
Arms factory
Allies GR, [member="Minna"]
Enemies OS, [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Draco Vereen"]


The situation was intense and everything was so out of proportions somehow.
Never the less, the fighting draged on and having used time to regain bearing and focus the two jedi were set to cooperate to best this dark trio.

"These people have some severe anger issues..." he suggested with a crooked smile at [member="Minna"]
She had given him renewed faith and hope of a victory still and for this he would be damned to give up.

Mantic had hoped they would close in and engage in close combat again, perhaps they would have needed time to regain strength after the last clash, much like Mantic and Minna, but it did not happen and instead a barrage of long ranged attack rained down upon them.
Instincts told him to dodge down but at this point the force stasis of sage bane gripped them both.
Under normal circumstances he would have been caught and hammered down by the many abilities and attacks. But here was [member="Minna"]
Her plan was in its form perfect in many way.
The siths was aiming for mantic albeit her action gave him much unsuspected momentum and Mantic could sense her very notion, her will enforcing and embracing them both in basking of light.
Fore most, her sacrifice an act of a true jedi hero.

The incoming attacks were plentiful. Perhaps not as precise as the enemies did not focus on one approach.

Mantic parried one, two, three blaster shots. Sending the last one back to [member="Vrag"] albeit the stasis then hindered him and the fourth struck him straight in the chest. The armor absorbing most of hit as pieces of metal from it splintered of leaving trails of smoke rising from the hit.

Then the ion beam darted through the air. Just in time Mantic felt the stasis field lift and he slammed his knee to the ground having the beam pass him by an inch.

His was the intent to grab [member="Minna"] in her fall. Holding her in his arms in case she would not recover quickly enough he would have to defend her somehow. But there was a chance that it would not have to come to that.
Nodding, he more sensed then heard her words.

It was payback time.
His only offensive action was focused on completing her plan. Reaching out with the force he grabbed the container that she already had set up for him and cast it down upon [member="Vrag"] and possibly hitting [member="Draco Vereen"] as well.

 

[Rexus Drath]

Objective: PVP at B
Location: Arms Factory
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] the republic
Enemies: One Sith and the backyard boogie crew [member="Countess of Báthory"] [member="Kala Maedrin"]


Thank the gods for Keira, with his leg and back the way they were there was zero chance that he was going to run and get out of the way of that blast door. With it tumbling out of the way it gave Rex some time to try and avoid the splatter of hot molten metal. The Sith trooper had donated his blaster rifle and for that Rex was very thankful, and now it was time for him to donate a little more. Clinging onto the man's dead body he lifted up the trooper, grunting as he did so with strain to move all that dead weight. But by the time the molten metal came the brunt of the splatter had hit the dead body that lay on the ground with Rexus. But that didn't mean some residual drops didn't hit his face, or hands, whatever exposed skin there really was.

With burning hot little sensations on his face Rex grunted in pain and quickly shook it off and hauled his ass up from the ground to stand. Shouldering the rifle he quickly channeled his past as a field medic in the imperial army and started to rip bolts down range towards the Sith. Target one being the countess, then the second being kala. While the force was lost to him in this moment he wasn't entirely useless.

The Jedi limped and strafed left to right moving towards Keira to try and regroup and think of another way to hit these Sith. They had been going at it for some time now and they needed to try something new. Because this whole ranged battle was not doing it for them. But Rex had an idea and it was going to be a long shot.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Objective: Kill
Location: Are we really doing this?
Enemies: Poor Tags, and [member="Alyona Volkovna"], and [member="Nolan Detta"]
Allies: Dark Side and [member="Trin Gravois"]

Agility and strength were not really things that Lucas cared about. He was getting his saves from a pure focus of willpower, anger and pure hatered for the galaxy and the way things were. Had he known that the Wrath of the Dark Lord would be making it so they were not further eliminating the Republic and the Jedi, the stain on the galaxy, Lucas would probably have turned his attention to the Sith today. There had to be a way to rise above all this conclusion, and dump the galaxy into an eternal void to get some relief.

So, there were grenades with differing fuses. Who knew. He figured they would all be the type where thou shalt count to three, where five is right out, but whatever, the writer could roll with some punches, and the character didn’t care. Explosions were happening, the pillar fracturing. Keeping the Rage, the complete and utter disdain for the Jedi and the world around him on his focus, Lucas was ready for anything.

Stronger, harder, faster. More angry.

A pillar fell between him and his opponent? Good.

Now for the rest of the pillars. He was going to take this whole fething room down.

 

[Isamu Baelor]

Location: Gorinth Canyon
Objective: Defend the Canyon
Allies: The One Sith | [member="Adekos"] [member="Yurzhoc Shai"] [member="Kylath Amadis"]
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

In a similar tactic to before, the Sith artillery, fired at the MAT-TE’s that were scaling down the mountain. The AT-AW’s added their firepower, and crumbled the cliff that the MAT-TE’s were using to descend. Even as the rocks started to fall, the Sith did not let up, intending to damage the MAT-TE’s before, as, and after they fell. During the assault, the MAT-TE’s fired back, hitting a few glancing blows on two of the AT-AW’s.

The unshielded Phaedra, targeted by the MAT-TE’s, couldn’t retreat into the caves in time, and took a direct hit from their weaponry. The right set of three legs were sheared off, and the Phaedra tumbling back into the cave from the explosion.

The twenty four grenades exploded, killing eight of the Sith infantry. The explosions tearing their bodies apart and sending giblets everywhere. The Sith that were under Isamu’s command were fiercely loyal and wouldn’t route in such circumstances. They fired their rocket launchers at the
droids. More troops exited from the cave as reinforcements, and engaged the commandos. They laid down suppressive fire with their blaster rifles and rocket launchers, and threw thermal detonators at the commando’s feet.

During the firefight, a stray round collided with the cliff face between the AT-AP’s and the two Tannhausers. A landslide occurred, that created a healthy dose of cover between the Sith Tannhausers and Republic AT-AP’s. The Tannhausers disengaged their firing mode, and entered into the cave systems near them.

The republic’s detcord charges were simply too weak to breach the mighty entrances of the garrison. The garrison remained completely in-tact, with no enemy infiltration able to take place. The republic commando’s found themselves between a rock and a hard place. The mighty Tartoros walkers beat down on the republic forces, unleashing more and more of their missiles, and

A few of the commando’s attempted to rush the Tartoros walkers and place detcharges on them, but it wasn’t as easy as they thought it be. The incoming fire was too dense, and explosive, for them to simply run through. Eventually some were able to make it through and place their charges, but unfortunately they were malfunctioning, and did not explode. Running through explosive missiles can generally damage equipment.

The Sith weren’t pushovers. They would not die so easily. The soldiers Ali herself thought she killed, and the Republic Commando’s thought they killed, still drew breath. They picked themselves to their feet, and continued fighting against the Republic forces. One of the commando’s placed a detpack om a Tannhauser, but unfortunately for him, it was quite a humid day. The adhesive used to stick the detpack to the Tannhauser failed, and the Tannhauser shook off the detpack. It landed beside the Tannhauser and detonated, doing a small amount of shield damage.

The Republic forces scurried into the cave systems, like the scared rats they were. In an attempt to escape the vicious onslaught Isamu’s artillery put forth, they unwittingly entered another of his traps. After the six MAT-TE’s entered the cave systems, artillery strikes caved in each of the entrances, blocking them inside. Charges in each of the cave systems detonated, causing the tunnels to collapse.

As the battle raged on, Sith reinforcements entered the fray. Eight AT-AW’s, four Phaedra’s and four Croesus tanks, along with four hundred Sith infantry landed behind the Republic forces, and began assaulting them. The Sith infantry moved into attack position, and fired with anti-vehicle weaponry at the enemy armor, and anti-infantry at their Republic commandos. The AT-AW’s pushed forward, unleashing the full force of their arsenal at the back of the Republic forces.

The anti-air walkers took up position, covering themselves in the canyon from the Republic ground forces, and began assaulting the recently arrived Republic gunships, and the K-Wing’s that flew overhead.

Summary:

Spoiler

- Destroyed cliff that MAT-TE’s were scaling down on. Continued firing on them.
- Sith infantry fired anti-vehicle weaponry at the Automated Walker Droids
- Those infantry reinforced by more infantry, which engaged Commandos
- Stray round collapses Cliff walls, two Tannhausers use it as cover to move
- Republic failed to enter the Garrison
- Detcharge failed. Tartoros walkers continue attacking Commandos.
- Infantry that Ali thought she had killed, she didn't.
- Republic forces stuck in collapsed tunnels
- Sith reinforcements enter the battle, and assault Republic forces from behind
- Anti-Air reinforcements fire on enemy aircraft.

Damage:
8 x Sith soldiers killed
2 x AT-AW -10% shield damage (on 90% shields now)
1 x Tannhauser – 20% shield damage (on 80% now)
1 x Phaedra right legs destroyed.

 

[Vrag]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6P_YISMJ4sQ​

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Ground PvP
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Eralam"] | [member="Khallesh"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | OS
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Minna"] | [member="Kiyron"] | [member="Aston Jacobs"] | GR
Equipment:

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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

Expectedly, the pair of Jedi found themselves ensnared in the clutches of Sage Bane, his oppressive dark side presence bearing upon them with strength that Vrag could sense even through the numbing wall of Ygdris. The same red tendrils she'd felt latch onto her flesh before now arced from the two Jedi to the mandalorian Dragon, sapping whatever remained of their reserves even as they were subject to a rain of fully automated blaster rifle fire.

Damn, that had to hurt.

The female went down like a rock, but not before yanking he crates in their vicinity in front of her companion. The wooden constructs could only sink so only so many of the high-powered bolts before they were reduced to smithereens, which would have been relevant, had the woman not released the trigger of her weapon to let it cool down after the spray she'd just delivered unto her opponents. Despite the speed of the shots and the fact that a Sith Lord was pressing down upon him, the man still managed to block the attacks, and one of the bolts came screaming back at its origin.

With her hands full of rifle, Vrag could only twist her hips to avoid a direct hit, and the sizzling spear of energy instead scorched against her pauldron, dissipating upon impact with the energy field surrounding the living armor.

The heat, though. The heat made Ygdris angry, and the memories of having its brothers and sisters charred by the blonde infidel flooded back into the Vonduun crab. Spikes rose like hackles across her back, and the horns of the Dhaladii snapped menacingly at the Jeedai some meters away.

But it would be this loss that would allow Vrag to react as she did when the foe made to push the battered crate towards them. Powerful legs followed her left palm as it snapped forth, and her chitin boot slammed down against the metal floor of the factory much like the knee of her adversary earlier; though to a much different, and far less painful an end. The whole-body push would serve to send the crate flying back and the pair of Jedi, one grounded, one kneeling.

With the rifle still resting in the nook of her right arm, Vrag would immediately squeeze the trigger once more, with her intention twofold; the crate would burst to kindling all over the pair, cut apart by the auto-fire of the Vulcan, but before such happened, the trajectory of the blaster bolts would be obscured to the two weakened Jedi.

And one cannot block what they can't see.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Objective: PvP.
Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Allies: [member="Reverance"]
Enemies: [SIZE=10.5pt][member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"][/SIZE]
Equipment:

Spoiler

Standard lightsabre (blue)
Armour
Nagajj
Tsaisibola
Portable Shield
Vibrodagger (x2).

Well obviously, caught she was not. Amidst the Wrath’s furious assault, she was able to escape by the use of thrusters. Clever girl. Of course, her escape would only aid her temporarily, and now she was in the clutches of two Sith Lords. Ophidia followed the female with her eyes and strayed to the side so that she would not be in the line of fire between Ven’Rain and Reverance. She would rather not find herself full of slugs or pelted with grenades or blaster-shot. With a quick, but light-footed jog, she kept the two combatants within sight despite their flying and terrible speed.

Darth Ophidia’s left hand swiped past her midriff while her gloved digits curled into a hand-sign. Recognising the motion, her Tsaisibola slithered over to her arm and released its grip on her waistline. As she did not immediately grip it, the serpent fastened itself around her lower arm and waited like loaded ammunition for the throw. Meanwhile, the Rattataki’s right hand extended out towards the flying woman. Three fingers extended as she channelled the Force like a tendril to wrap around the tip of the shotgun’s barrel and wrest it up to throw off the aim of Ven’Rain’s one-handed shot and divert her concentration from the furious man nipping at her toes.

While her usage of the Force to wrestle with the shotgun drained the cloak of insignificance under which she had hidden her presence and most likely made her far easier to detect through the Force, it did nothing to expose her physical whereabouts. Her relative invisibility was obtained through technology, not the Force in this instance. Which was a major relief on her concentration. Upholding invisibility, dampened presence and an attack, all achieved through the Force, would be extremely tiring for even the most experienced Lord or Assassin.

 

[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"]
Fleet

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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:
FG / FG
CA / / CA
SD

FG

Lash sat quietly thinking of the miscalculation he had made. The Intel had not mentioned they would be combating forces from the Primeval fleets. That would have changed his tactics coming in and kept him from adjusting his forces to fit the situation. He pushed that to the back of his mind for later analysis and set his thoughts on the problem at hand. He looked out and saw the flash in the distance a milisecond before the four hellbores barraged the Termagant. The ship shook as the volley of energy torpedoes rippled energy across the forward shielding in a brilliant light show. The energy spread over the shielding like a spider web crewing at the shields causing them to distort and weaken. The barrage lasted for a second them was over. the shields however continued to ripple as they worked to make up for the fluctuating energy which had been thrown at them. Lash looked around the bridge to asses his crew. The attack had done little to phase them, they were Chiss. They had seen worse and battle was not new to them. They had served him loyally for many years and never flinched. They were not human, things like stress and genetic Inferiority did not plague them. Lash eyed the Termagant's commander at the engineering console.

"Captain, Damage Report?"

The Chiss captain looked over the DC reports now coming in. The shields had held but a few stray tendrils of energy from the torpedoes had foind theie way in.

"Sir, Shields are at sixty fiver percent and charging. We have some energy make it through and have some minor damage to the starboard sensor array and to the communications array as well."

Lash sat back and worked out his next move. The ship had fought off the Hellbore onslaught and needed time to recover. The Speed in which they were moving away was nearly that of which Lashes own ships were moving towards them. This had caused Lashes Plans to be delayed. It was a formidable and smart move on the part of the Primeval commanders.

"Divert all weapons power to shields captain. Set them to double front. Lets wait ill we are closer to fight."

The captain began to communicate Lash's orders to the crew. Lash sat pondering what his best course of action would be. The Prime ships would be firing again in a moment and another blast like that would not go well for Termagant. The ship was out of its depth at these ranges and with the sensors being jammed. It was time to use some defensive tactics and move in closer for the kill.

"Commander have the fleet move into a shield position while our shields recharge"

Lash watched as the man nodded then carrier out his orders. The Laser communications were not as practical as normal coms but they worked in jamming situations allowing for some degree of tactical information relay in cases like this. The cruisers and frigate adjusted their course and move to a position between the Termagant and the Prime Fleets.


Summary

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Termagant Shields at 65 % and recharging
Minor damage to communications and sensor arrays on the starboard command structure.
Diverting weapons power to shields
Setting shields to double front projection
Moving cruisers and remaining two frigates into a shielding position in between Prime fleets and Termagant

 

[Commander Lusk]

Location: Engaging Sith.
Objective: Take the canyon
Allies: Republic
Enemies: One Sith [member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Adekos"] [member="Yurzhoc Shai"] [member="Kylath Amadis"]
Gear: Same as NPCs
NPCs

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100 Troopers
40 Combat engineers
35 Combat Medics
20 Snipers
30 Comm operators

Whoever this commander was, Lusk was thankful he wasn't very good at his job. He thought the battlefield was one dimension where troopers just walked up to you and asked to shoot them in the face. But Lusk was a better tactician, and while a charge was in order due to their rumbling and more than likely soon to be collapsed position, it was going to be on the clones terms and not the Sith.

"Up and clear boys and girls!! All infantry, operators, medics, on me!! Snipers and engineers cover and relocate!!" With Lusk giving his orders the man loaded up his rifle, it was time to finish them.

"Shields up!!" Lusk said as the infantry and support infantry lined up on the front.

With a collective hum of power each clone's shield snapped up and they were ready to roll. There was a silent tension for a moment and it was broken by Lusk's word.

"Forward!!" he said while being the first one to step up for the charge.

Running down the front the clones started their advance in a dead sprint forward. Their armor and bodies moving at Olympic athlete paces, when you were born to do nothing but this it was safe say you worked out a lot. In the meantime the engineers and snipers would do their best to move in small teams and harass any TIEs trying to disrupt the charge with any missiles or armor piercing sniper fire.

With a sniper focusing on keeping men down he noticed the traps the Sith had left for the oncoming infantry charge of about one hundred and sixty five men.

"Up and clear Lusk" an Isard clone said to the man.

"Roger that Sol!" Lusk said and soon gave the order.

As they approached the line and mines with their shields still up the clones did something that the outgunned, out manned, and out classed stormtroopers couldn't. They took a tactic from the mandalorians they were trained by and went up.

With their current velocity from their sprint and the upward angle they were at their jump packs propelled them far further than it normally would, up and over the mines and Sith lines where they would quickly start pelting grenades, SMG Fire, and pulse rifle rounds into their trenches. The clones would most likely land a bit scattered on the rear or inside their lines. Buckle up Suzy because you were about to get wrecked.

 

[Sage Bane]

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

Such a clever woman. As he watched his fellow Hand exchange criss-crosses of blaster fire back and forth with the Jedi Knight, Sage forgot just how much he loved watching Vrag in action. From the time he'd grudgingly earned her respect as an apprentice on Iridonia, to their joint command of armies of the Legion Yun'Do in the Battle of Ord Mirit, it never failed to surprise him how much her mayhem stirred him. But there would be plenty of time for a cold shower for the hot and bothered Sith Lord. Right now, Sage had an opportunity to help finish off these Jedi whelps once and for all. Bane had been left unscathed in the latest round of attacks and was recharging considerably. As Vrag's blaster beams shattered the ammo crates into smithereens around their foe, he knew exactly what it was that he should do next.

The Lord of Thorns cast a perfunctory glance around the room until he hit paydirt: ammo crates ablaze from the denotations of so many explosive charges. Lifting his human arm outwards and up, Sage levitated a few piles of flaming splinters of wood and flung it on top of the kindling that Vrag had piled up around the two Jedi. They were going to make a nice, romantic bonfire out of the pair. All they were missing was a nice bottle of red.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

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

Vrag dealt with the container well enough, which allowed me more time to recover and form a plan. With Sage, my Han Brolo, starting a fire in the midst of the nearly unconscious Jedi it was time to seal the deal and defeat them. Earn my pay as it were.

I drew heavily on the Force, taking what I had from Minna, and what was left over after the explosions to form a new bubble of translucent blue energy around the two Jedi and the burning debris that littered the ground around them. I started it off large, larger than the last one but perhaps not as strong. Slowly at first, I started closing in the size of the bubble, then with renewed vigor as each centimeter it closed lessened the strain it caused, until it was only a few meters across. The goal was not to roast the two Jedi alive, but to suffocate them in their prison.

The energy around them solidified, smoke stopped billowing out around them, trapped by the solid wall of Force. It was good, but perhaps not good enough to hold them in. “Sage, sorry man.” I muttered to myself. Maybe he heard if he had a com-link in his ear. Red lightning lashed out at him from my free hand, tearing at his reserves of power and energy to hold the bubble around the two loathsome Jedi. I didn’t take it all, but I took a good bit. Now all I had to do was remain focused. Remain on target. And remain still. It was a waiting game, just waiting for the smoke to choke their lungs.

 

[Six-O]

[member="Kronk"]

Spoiler: Liara Ossa

Who was Liara Ossa? It was as good a question as any for one to ponder admist the happenings of the Galaxy -- both great and small. Did anyone care? Such a question was hard to ascertain, especially with Blaster Bolts and Slug rounds pranging ferociously, and swarming like a plague of locusts, the pace and intensity of combat was as an apocalypse, biblical in it's unhinged savagery.

The woman, curvaceous in her organic architecture, was not entirely unlike the acerbic soldier that found himself here. Supporting cast to the fiery Stars of the actual story the Galaxy told each day. An indiscriminate passer-by, the life she labored, however, was no less complex or vivid than that of any other.

The billions and billions of doors she must have closed, and opened in her path. The things she'd never done, and the things she'd never get around to doing. The alternate histories she had to have narrowly avoided or gave up, that brought her to this one point, this one place, at this one time.

Did it matter that this Arkanian-Hybrid of female alignment had left her home on Jubilar, scarcely a Teenager by the Galactic standard of her organic decaying? Did the relationship with her Spice Addicted cohort, so co-dependent, so depraved, so mutually self destructive, set her spiraling downfall in motion? Was it at all relevant that to this day, in the late hours of the night, with eyes closed. her dreams still teemed with the man of her continued obsessive desire?

But, just as his name would forever be absent from the chronicle of events that continued to unfold, so too would be his presence. For always does there come a day where toxic souls, and their deranged beauty must cease -- and his, her broken lover, had ended in Tyrena, on the planet of Corellia. Dosed dead, his skin had been cold, his once powerful frame never to course the vital energy needed to power his life function.

Perhaps it was this one small detail that brought Liara Ossa here today? After all great falls, sentience must eventually rise once more. Could this be the mountain of her ascension?

A bright burst of fluorescent light flared, a crimson lance of One Sith Blaster Fire had struck the side of a storage container and birthed a blinding flash of searing sparks right in front of her pale face -- which somehow managed to become even more sickly white in the sudden illumination. The jab of light sprung a cry from behind her black, painted, lips.

A hand, she didn't know whose, took grip upon her shoulder. Liara Ossa, however, was not unschooled in the art of self-defense. With survival the only thing on her mind, she pivoted her hip backwards in to the would-be assailant, levering the weight of this man over her shoulder with a heavy throw. Blinded still, she could just barely hear the scuff and thud of his bulky body on the ground.

A cascade of explosions from thrown and launched projectiles cascaded through the Scrapyard, it was a deafening symphony of war the likes of which she had never witnessed in her time serving with the Galactic Republic so far. But as the overexposed haze of light finally began to wane from her vision, back to normality. Another set of combative-hands pawed over her. Thrusting her body off the ground with a great heave, the lob abruptly halted when her side hit the durasteel container she had been using for cover.

Boys, they never fight fair. She couldn't help but think as she huffed a deep breath in to the soot and dirt before rising to hands and knees.

"Come on, baby." She choked, her head turning to look up at the One Sith soldier that loomed over her, his features blackened from the sun that hung above. "You can hit me harder than that. . . "

He could, and he did.

With arms propped against the side of container, and his body arched in such a way to give him the most powerful leverage, he rifled a kick in to her stomach. Urging a vigorous gasp of pain from her lungs.

"Oomph. . . oh. . come on. .. what type of man are you?"

She half wondered what the soldier would have been more surprised at, the suddenness of her shift from hands and knees to full crouch. As she warded off the thrust of another kick with arm and shoulder. Or the rapid transition from lobbing her fist in to his groin, and surging up right to full posture. Skillfully insuring the crown of her head struck his nose as she ascended, and he bent down in pain.

The fleshy impact of cartilage on skull had not been enough though. As he reeled back, his momentum birthed from reactionary agony, she lunged forward with even more assertion. Thudding her head once more against this pigs nose. Although she was clearly stunned as he clapped palms to nostrils, a geyser of thick, snotty blood misting her face.

"What. The. Kark." She exclaimed violently, spitting his organic life fuel from her mouth, and groping heavy droplets from her face and eyes.

Triumphs and downfalls all alike, they all played in to this deeply inherent insanity. When things move forward, when the next scene plays out the cloud of backstory, inside jokes and innumerable characters all with lives and histories none would ever see. Characters you'd never knew exist, lives that may only appear once. To this measure, Liara Ossa was no different than Kronk himself.

But as the murderous Droid angled in to place, Rifle ready to fell this Arkanian girl as she clawed and palmed her pale features clean. How would Kronk react? Would he prove himself a hero with the one life he had to live here today, thrusting out of cover and becoming the more imminent threat on the Droid's personal well being. Or like the hundreds, or thousands of bearded Kronks that had come before him, would he allow his life to amount to nothing more than a few mere seconds of sentience before his essence was left violently expired?

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: PvP
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: [member="Kiyron"]
Gear: Lightsaber x2, Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, Amphistaff, Razor bugs

The Togruta Lord swiftly approached his target, but not without opposition. The blaster bolts fired his way were deflected with his lightsaber, but with the pace he was moving at, he was in no position to redirect it anywhere. Coming to a halt by his designated target, he witness his lightsaber strike true. However, it carved only the armour, not the man. No matter, Pyrrhus thought. There was way more where that came from.

He paused, but for a moment. He had company. The presence he felt now was one he was well familiar with. His master, [member="Darth Vornskr"], had entered the battlefield. And with his arrival he brought death and destruction upon any in the vicinity who claimed to fight for the Republic. He had seen the Epicant's menace, and the memories fueled Pyrrhus' darkness with pride. Once, he had been but a humble hunter, with no knowledge of the Sith or his potential. Now, he stood at the forefront of the battlefield, a Sith Lord. His growth had been spectacular, but the Togruta's lust for power was far from sated. Much like his current lust for blood.

Pyrrhus took his time. He was drawing it out, as he slowly approached the soldier, twirling his lightsaber with light movements of his wrist. Meanwhile, he tried to promote fear in his opponent, convince him of the inevitability of his own death, only to drink in his despair. Though his face was for the most part masked by his crab helmet, the killing intent was clear to see from the rest of his body language. With his lightsaber firmly held in the grip of his left hand, his right open and ready to summon the terror of the Force, Pyrrhus was ready to step in for the kill... Yet the soldier defied him.

With a cheeky smile and a confident gesture, [member="Kiyron"] finished what Pyrrhus had started. The walkway came down. Pyrrhus' reaction was not as elegant as that of his master. Step by step had slowly taken him closer to his target. When the walkway came down, it sent the Togruta tumbling down with him. If not for his Vonduun armour, he would've been severely bruised. He fell, sliding against the metal, before involuntarily bouncing off it as he reached the bottom. To make matters worse, in the moment he got back up to his feet, a small squad of Republic soldiers came upon him. They were likely the entourage of the Jedi Knights that Vornskr was facing this very moment. Of course, what this meant was that [member="Kiyron"] was free to escape the scene and take up cover without opposition.

The factory became a torrent of blaster bolts, lightsabers carving through flesh, and the agonized screams of the dying. Had Vornskr tried to speak to him, he was sure he would've missed it. More than screams and battlecries, the sounds of explosions filled the factory. The building shook, as did the very foundation they stood on. This was war. Like the Sith he was, he had sought to be placed at the very heart of it, to test himself. He had asked, and he had received. The soldiers were swiftly dispatched, as their own weapons were turned against them, redirected to terminate their friends. In a swift, ragefilled moment, a small group of them were tossed towards the wall, collapsing onto the ground, either unconscious or dead. Those who had unlucky enough to survive this only tasted his red blade.

As the very last individual fell, the Force screamed at him in warning. This last second warning allowed him to twist and raise his lightsaber to deflect one of the incoming blaster bolts, though the other tore against his right shoulder, much to the dissatisfaction of his crab companions. The nerve. Of course, it made total sense that the soldier would take the opportunity to fire upon his enemies, but in the mind of this particular Togruta, it was a little different. He was absolutely infuriated, and he would let his anger be known. Again, he began his march against the man. First, with a quick move with his right, he summoned the Force to tear away the crate that he was taking cover behind. It would be flung off to the distance, crashing against the wall. Conveniently, this would likely leave him open, with fewer options to choose from, as Vornskr flung his lightsaber against him.

Finally, he would have one more gifts for him. This time he wouldn't hesitate to get personally involved. Even as the sounds of explosions surrounding them got louder, more intense, he charged at his opponent, once more with Force Speed. Once he reached his destination, more than a single swing, he would unleash a flurry of fast lightsaber strikes that were most unforgiving.

 

[Minna]

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Fight Back
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Draco Vereen"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVBAeS5t5nc

He did it, he had heard her and the crate was flying towards their enemy. Yet this was in no way a victory, no, she didn't expect a flimsy crate to knock out the great Sith Lords. As she lay there, basking in the precious few moments she had to recover, she called upon her willpower to energise her. They say the will to survive is the most powerful method of recovery, and while in reality it was nothing compared to the force, it sure helped her regain her connection to it. With enough freedom from the Stasis field to do so, her organic arm pressed her saber against the floor, igniting it into the ground and tearing across. At the same time she felt the metal object she wanted to shift underneath, angling it up and away from them. Whenever she had the force there was no chaos, only harmony. In this madness she could still feel the smallest things that did not matter, like water rushing through pipes.

As the crate made it's way back to them, a torrent of water met it half way. Like a fire hydrant it spewed, breaking the force of the splinters and meeting the fire that the male Sith had tried to merge with it. Blue quickly extuingished red, as both the fire and the continuing blaster bolts met the shield-like burst of water. Slowly Minna rose, despite the fact some of the blaster shots were still breaking through the water. It's pressure was dropping, and while they were safe from the fire a blaster could still make it's way to her leg; which it did. A cruel burn shot it's way across her thigh, causing her to twist slightly in her ascent from the floor. Yes, the pain was coming now, but it did not stop her. The water however did stop, trickling down as their attacks did too. One thing that remained though was the barrier around them, powered by the will of a Sith Lord and his metal sidekick. He had forcefully taken power from his ally, much like they did from the force, but a Jedi does not just take. They ask politely.

A connection between her and Mantic, straight through the living force, became solidified by her will. She now stood, looking at the darkness gathered before her in the shape of sentient beings. Mantic would feel it, as clear as ever, his energy and hers slowly forming together. They were one in the living force, as everything good was. She did not need to take, aslong as he complied, they would share. She would merely be the conduit of their combined power, forever linked through the process. It was not her in control completely, some part of it was neither of them. Like her days in the Sith she had given herself to another power, yet this time it was not her emotions. Together they pushed outwards, their combined wills to survive seeking every crack and split in Draco's shield. They did not relent, for their will was strong, and the light side of the force was even stronger.

Should the shield break, or even slightly waver in it's strength, her next action would burst through it and fulfill it's goal. Her hands raised, fingertips extended forward and arms angled apart. There was no fear in her, nor was their anger. Normally she would have been scared, especially when bursts of yellow lightning short forth from her fingers. A power like this had been kept within her, never to be used once she had escaped the darkness, but now she was wielding it without emotion, without thought. She was at peace, they were at peace. The force guided her hands, one aiming for the duo of Draco and Vrag, spread wide as it tried to catch both the Mandalorian's metal armor and the strange material of the woman's. Her other hand pointed directly at Sage, it's whole force aimed at him. A pure wave of lightning was being cast at their enemies, and yet behind her fingertips everything was calm. Both of them were the eye of the storm, and the Sith were the storm's victims. If she could have smirked in this moment of emotionless channeling she would have, since what better was their to shoot lightning at than a place just sprayed with water?

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Objective B: PvP​

Location: Balmorran Arms Factory​

Allies: The One Sith​

Enemies: The Galactic Republic​

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Constant fluid motion, Bix had moved after landing onto the conveyer belt. She turned to now was her right. Reaching out she extended her palm. Kinetically the Force extended through her will, it pushed outwards. This well placed unseen tendril of physickinetic energy hit the panel. The panel did lay dormant before the Force Push had strike it. Now it brightened and the multi colored many blinking lights indicted it was now active. New sounds of machinery could now be heard through the room. What new dangers it brought was unseen for now. Through the Draksight Bogan had given Bix it could not end well for anyone nearby.

Aggressive and smooth, Bix shifted her feet back peddling on the conveyer belt. [member="Mak Manto"] was distracted momentarily by the cooling pipe, then he had launched an attack. A small grouping of heated pieces of metal came hurling at Bix. She swept at the air with her left hand. Telekinetically ripping a few pieces out of the air. Still more continued to fly at her. With a blur of motion her saber cut three out of the air. The last piece? She then had lean to her left trying to dodge the last small hunk of metal while setting up her next attack. The metal tore cloth and flesh leaving a small cauterized wound on the shoulder of her saber arm.

The sweet pain brought a smile to her lips as she extended her palm once more into Mak’s direction. Just before she unleashed her attack she winked. Mak may have stopped a jet of water launching out at him. However he did not stop the water rolling off the wall to the floor he stood on. Blue arcs of light flashed out of the tips of the Sith lords fingers. The crackle and pop, it streaked violently hitting the puddle upon the floor. Water and electricity mingled as she continued the assault. Once it hit it, it rapidly spread across the water augmenting its deadly power.