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

[Darth Centax]

Location: Canyon Grinder - the battle of clones, metal and stone.
Objective: Countering [member="Commander Lusk"] - Hold the Canyon
Ground 2 (NPC/PVP)
Allies: The One Sith | [member="Adekos"] | [member="Yurzhoc Shai"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"]
Enemies: The Republic | [member="Ali Hadrix"] | [member="Commander Lusk"]
Personal Gear: Standard Sith Trooper Armor-X1 Series, Lightsaber,
Sonic blaster | Field Medical Kit | 4 x Ion grenades | Personal Shield

NPCs: Reserve Stormtrooper Battalion - Showing Casualties|Remaining Troops

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Tie Fighters (11/24)
AT-ST x4 DEAD
AT-AT x1 DEAD - Debris being used
769th Stormtrooper Reserves (154/200)

In a large battle like this, whether you won or not every small engagement didn't matter, it was how you fought. What you thought of a tactic didn’t matter when you were sitting on it for long enough. The luck displayed in every clone avoiding minutes of landslides and falling rock (2 posts), as well as the luck in not setting off a single mine with over 150 men running down the front jumping on a dime, and in landing, was mirrored in the luck of the response, the force it seems was a great balancing factor as few of anyone’s shots hit home on the entrenched stormtroopers.

Grenades landing around them, shots exchanged at closer range, they’d finally come, which they were right the troopers had been trying to draw them into, the entire battle, to equalise some of the training and sniper advantage at closer range. Up close, especially hand to hand it was often about who wanted it more, rather than a pitched battle with tactics and discipline. As they made their pass there was no cover, they were exposed but fast moving, and plenty of ground fire came their way as they passed over the hundred or more men to reach the central or more especially rear trenches.

The 769th wanted this, just as much, they were going to fight them for every inch, win or lose didn’t matter, just how you fought that counted, Kylath was beginning to understand, he was learning that even as men and women died around him.

Seeing the first of his brothers and sisters fall to the push, morale began to waver as the enemy landed in the trenches now hand to hand in some cases. “FOR CORUSCANT, FOR THOSE YOU LOVE. Concentrate on the center!” The Sith began to try to push them out of the deeper central trenches, but still fighting the rear because we'll they'd landed right on top of some of them! Igniting his saber and cutting a man down over the din, moving with purpose he cut towards his first trooper, ducking the second and skewing his beam upwards.

If they wanted the central ground, by the force they were going to have to take it hand to hand if needs be. Rage began to overtake the acolyte as those he cared about fought for their life, the jedi killers around him earning their spurs for the first real time, his small squad the most lethal on any clone entering the central most trenches.

When they had crossed the outer perimeter of the forward trenches, the liquid of those trenches was lit up with blaster fire, the ignition fuel burning the ground outward, sorched earth style. The heat was unbearable even from where the reserves were. It likely made the view for everyone tricker, made shots likely less accurate from the front, as black smoke went everyone, and set anyone on fire who went too low.

The ties were circling but not yet settled on an approach, beginning their approach only when they saw an opening, the lines much more cluttered left them little to fire at initially.

Summary of Actions

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Fire and Smoke obscures any snipers remaining distant at the canyon.
Enemy lines close and blur, some hand to hand in the trenches.
Many of the Sith merge on the central trench to make a stand.
Few losses on either side initially.

 

[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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95 Troopers
25 Combat engineers
35 Combat Medics
15 Snipers
25 Comm operators

With rock slides happening in the rear position and teams moving to try and avoid them, they had barely eluded the crushing death. However not everyone was so lucky, five snipers who had volunteered to cover their exit had been lost to the rocks and collapsed around them. Another ten engineers who were without the jump packs that the other clones had were also taken by the rubble. But the rest had evaded the falling rocks and were setting position up more westward to try and get support going for their brothers and sisters. It was going to take a few minutes but the trained clones would rush as fast as they could to get the job done.

Back at the front lines where the clones had avoided the minefield and were now directly engaging the enemy, they had a surprise for the stormies. Energy shields, specifically ray shields. The kind that stopped their E-11 blaster rifles in their tracks. But the fun got better from there. Equipped with shotguns and Rifles designed to blow holes in stormtrooper armor the size of tennis balls and watermelons. Their rounds could physically pass through their shields while stormtrooper blaster fire would absorb into it, not to mention the Olympian armor that was notoriously blaster and lightsaber resistant.

"WASTE THEM, KARK THEIR FAMILIES!!" Lusk said as he drove his rifle into a stormtroopers chest and unloaded six rounds into him.

The clones themselves were rushing forward using jump packs to propel forward and clear trenches by firing eight gauge buck shot, automatic rifle fire, and whatever they could get their hands on. Their superior gear and training would be their salvation today and their enemies bane.

After all, they were cloned from the man who was rage incarnate. They were the spawn of the galaxies fiercest mando, [member="Preliat Mantis"], slayer of Dredge and wolf of the Mandalorians.

Losses
5 infantry
5 snipers
10 engineers

 

[Sinistra]

Location: Gorinth Canyon (PVP/NPC, Ground 2)
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Veris Tagge"]
Forces:

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Adjusted numbers after my last post
1343 Stormtroopers in standard issue gear with E-11 blaster rifles, 2 clips and 2 grenades each
35 Scout troopers similarly armed and on swoop bikes
23 AT-AW

Tilera jammed the helmet down on her head, the seal closing her off from the dust ridden air around her. One of her lieutenants stood at her side, holding Tilera's blaster rifle at the ready. Her armor recorded her campaigns, not in ribbons or medals but in scuffs, scratches, scoring, dirt, and blood. The paint markings that denoted her rank and accomplishments had long since flaked off or been smeared with mud so that now, only her demanding presence on the field of combat was the only identifier her soldiers needed to know that she was there.

Tilera did not ascend to her rank because she kissed the arses of the Sith off the field, she had earned her position in blood, and sweat and tears on it. Those who fought with her were rewarded well as they were her battle brothers and sisters, and she was their ashen faced god of war. She did not look much like her Sephi brethren, the purple sheen of her skin had long since faded to gray from the ravages of war. In fact, most of the time, she looked much closer to the offspring of an Arkanian and an Umbaran; grey skin and long white hair.

She wove through the ranks of her troops, orders called over the coms to target the incoming recon speeders. The AT-AW from across the field were doing their best to knock her own out, it was the least she could do in return. The sea of white armor mingled on the beach of canyon sand, the waves crashing in blaster bolts traded from one side to another. There were cries of pain and death, the stench of burnt flesh of the death fallen under foot. The eruptions of the blasts like geysers caused her to bob through the lines, the walkers creeping with their advance.

"Relay new orders to the AT-AW. Launch missiles at the enemy walkers. Send out the second wave of bikes."

Fighting at the front was becoming fierce as both sets of mobile light artillery were in range the other forces.

Summary

• 250 troops killed by AT-AW blasts and fighting at the front lines.
• 15 biker troops taken out by enemy AT-AW
• Sith forces are pressing an advance.
• Sith AT-AW are targeting enemy AT-AW with missiles in addition to laser and blaster cannon fire at the troops.
• 20 bike troops are setting out to continue harrassing the rear of the enemy column.

 

[Yurzhoc Shai]

Location: Gorinth Canyon (PVP/NPC, C objective)
Allies: Stebbles, One Sith, [member="Isamu Baelor"], [member="Adekos"], [member="Sinistra"], [member="Kylath Amadis"]
Enemies (Not attacking): [member="Commander Lusk"], [member="Alva Calvarona"]
Enemies (Attacking): [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Equipment:

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Chom-Huun
Vonduun Skerr Kyrric
Amphistaffhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Amphistaff
Nang Hul Worm
Blorash jellyhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Blorash_jelly, Firejelly, Magma pebbles, Plasma eel
Thud bugshttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Nang_hul, Razor bugs, Blast bugs, Snap bugs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wz56aruweJY​

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Yuuzhan Vong warriors were epic! Agreements all around. But where thud bugs may have once been the prime time show time currency, it was quickly replaced with adequately analogous weaponry. Fire jelly, launched singularity mines, and skerr kraetos shields. Lines of spartan based tactics would soak up fire against broad shields as the Yuuzhan Vong unleashed death from above and over head. There was no surprise when the war echoed across the canyon, especially for the Yuuzhan Vong who were actively mapping with the use of Qorih'kralt. Speaking of them...

The Qorih'kralt continued to map from near above, flying high and relaying information back. It showed intention as much as occurrence, the likes of which included the attempts to break through the garrison front door. Historically the strongest component of a fort, due to it's likelihood of being attacked, it had been reinforced. More importantly, Mern Kane fired above towards those who would claim the capacity to lay det charges or whatever else they might use. On top of that, the 50 nuhlrokka contingent, deployed just moments ago, would intermingle with chitin carbine warriors mounted upon them. Those attempting to make cheap this game of war would be lifted from the ground and flung into the canyon below faster than they can say lickity split. So pretty fast. In tandem, the bigger brothers of the Nuhlrokka, the fire breathers, began to intermingle. Stepping upon soldiers or blasting out fire against the ground, their thick armored flesh would soak up damage and the anti-laser aerosol would make ease of such weapons. Another deterrent for the perimeter, another reason to find another way in.

The reinforcements were no surprise, but they stood no match for the technologically more capable biotechnology. Enhancements, including the addition of dovin basticks and grutchin contrails, would help soak up damage as two contingents formed to scissor the futile attempts and barrage them with quad volcano cannons and dual twin volcanon cannons. Every other vehicle focused all energy on surrounding defenses while it's adjacent member fired upon enemy. Tasks forces worked in tandem. One target per entire contingent, at any given time, a single LAAT would be on the receiving end of 7 quad volcano canons and 14 twin volcano canons. Shields or not, that's gotta burn. Nevertheless, two Yorik-Vec felt the scalding power of energy beams, taking fatal damage. On charge, they focused their dovin basals and projected towards nearby LAAT's. The contingents would fire towards the dying vessels, looking to kill whatever LAAT's were having their shields pulled away at the time.

Qorih'kralt intercept the movement of vessels through stone. Long known tunnels, those had been filled with debris and singularity mines on the off chance that some enemy would attempt to use those. After all, they could destroy the tunnels, but why not wait until the enemy was inside of it? Makes sense. Nevertheless, the utilization didn't go unnoticed and as such, three rakamat with soldiers entered the entrance. While two fired up their dovin basals, the other would soon begin to litter the circumference with magma and destruction. While the enemy may currently be in multiple tunnels, they would soon find that the tunnels all merged into a confluence, one that was now being removed as a potential access point.

As for Yurzhoc, he was a man, a legion, and monster. His amphistaff would whip out behind the shields mounted by soldiers, soaking an enemies throat in boiling acid. From his left hand, he launched a blast bug that ate through several soldiers in a mid air explosion, bouncing betty style. And then he made it rain, magma pebble style, as soldiers followed in his stead. Armored opponents would find metal turned to cheese, followed by a hose down of amphistaff acid. Let no man go unclean, he would scream, if he weren't too busy laughing about all the chaos and death. A mern kane gets close and nasty with a couple of combatants. Hitting one with it's thud bug launcher, it slips on the squishy dead and cracks its thud bug comb in two. Thud bugs come out, they don't go back in. You aint thud bugs real mom! They swarm nearby enemies.

5 lone Yuuzhan Vong warriors, now known as the great five, drop from the overhead into the position just shy of the front door. Finding the nearest enemies, they charge through pain of death and fire. As they near, their strategy unfolds as Singularity mines ignite on back. Such beauty, they will forever be recalled in the annals of the Shai Domain.


NPC Template:

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Units (first Wave): ​

295 Yuuzhan Vong Elite Warriors (100 now on Nuhlrokka)​

99 Mern Kane​

6 Rakamat​

3 Grokata​

4 Fire Breather​

4 Warkeepers​

95 Nuhlrokka​

100 Qorih'kralt​

15 Defensive Yaret - Gavvuk​

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In atmospere:​

28 Yorik Vec, cruising over heard, firing on A-10 LAAT gunships​

Multitudes of Yorik-Trema, from cruisers in space. They will drop additional forces as secondary pushes for defense.​

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

Objective: Nomming, passing the time and defending a main garrison.​

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Summary:

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- Additional 50 nuhlrokka have taken to flight, taking to harassment of those outside the parameter of the garrison, especially those looking to detonate chargers on the parameter.
- Secret caves not so secret. Singularity mines have been deployed through the tunnels and will kill soldiers upon tripping or at the least, cause the destabilization of the tunnels to the point of collapse
- Garrison entrance is not blown (seeing as it's historically the most important component of a garrison, it received needed defenses prior to attack). Front door was reinforced and outside security, including the nuhlrokkas, would prevent easy destruction. Mern kane barrage would prevent enclosure, forces outside the garrison will still need to find a way in
-Yorik-Vec are engaged by the additional LAAT. Intermingled with dovin basal are dovin basticks. Forming two congregations, the forces split up and subsets devote energy to fire of quad volcano canons and twin volcano canons. Similar to grutchin carriers, they let out grutchin contrails to intercept damage as they fire back on the ships with molten orbs notorious for destroying ships of similar size. 2 Yorik-Vec take significant damage and attempt to run directly into a contingent of LAAT, taking out as many as they can, using dovin basals to pull shields away. Other yorik-vec monopolize on strategy, firing in wake.
-Firebreathers outside the garrison begin to engage those attempting to break in. Between their thick hulls and anti-laser aerosol, they prevent...problems.
-5 Nuhlrokka are killed. Much sad.
-Qorih'kralt continue to map overhead, forgotten by the enemy. Allowing real time analysis, unmolested, the Vong forces begin to take an upper hand, including a detachment of 3 rakamat to these supposed secret tunnels. If by some miracle of fate, singularity mines don't destroy the caves, the Rakamats will finish the job.
-1 Mern Kane slips on the dead, crushing it's thud bug hive. The bugs fly out, attacking nearby enemies. Mern Kane dies stoically in slow fashion.
-5 Soldiers attempt to go out swinging, running into a group with a singularity mine on back. Boom.

 

[Veris Tagge]

Location: Balmorra
Objective: Ground 2 (NPC/PVP)
Allies: Imperials and Republic
Enemies: One Sith and Prime [member="Sinistra"]

Major Janier threw his body to the ground to avoid the onslaught of shrapnel flying around the battle field. Around him the concussion of missiles threw him and his men around as they charged through the wall of artillery. The Quad Speeders had neared the Sith forces now and were using their quad lasers to rapidly dispatch the infantry near the plateaus edge. IN the distance He watched the last of his AT-AW's take a direct hit and slump over on itself and fall to the ground. Janier fired a round of shots as a group of Sith troopers moving ti engage them just as the AT-ST noticed them and fired a volley of grenades in their direction. Mean and women were paying for every inch of ground with their lives as the forces of the SIth and Galactic Empire moved closer towards each other.

The AT-ST nearest to him took a shot and stumbled then corrected itself only to be hit by a missile then explode. More shrapnel flew out in all directions cutting and slicing up the forces now engaged in battle. Behind them the Sith had over taken their rear guard with speeder bikes and were now attempting to move into position to catch the Imperials in a crossfire. Janier cursed and turned to look back at his men now firing at Sith behind them. In the distance the buzz of repulsors told Janier his speeders were fully engaged and could not turn to help. It was up to the last of his walkers to deal with this new problem.

"Get those walkers to turn and drop a volley of grenades on out ass. Have them fire for effect. Visibility is near zero it would matter if they aimed anyway!"

The com officer nodded and relayed the orders. The last of his AT-ST turned and began moving off to deal with the Sith behind them. The Quad speeders were engaging the Sith in front of them and Janiers troops were doing what they could to stay alive. Their intel had been a bust. If he survived this he would make sure he found whoever was responsible and make them realize just how wrong they were. Janier looked up when he heard the twin ion engines approaching. IN the distance he saw the shapes of TIE bombers bearing down on the Sith forces. He turned to look out at the smoke and dust filled battlefield at the sith in the distance. Behind him he heard a bomber explode as flak found its way to its target. This battle may not be lost yet, he thought. He picked up his blaster and waved at the men closest to him.

"Lets go boys, Its time to win this thing!"

Forces

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Assault force at Gorinth Plateau vs Sinistra
after casulties
1045 Stormtroopers
8 AT-STM Mk II Walkers
10 Quad Recon Speeders

Air Support from Termagant
3 Bomber Squadrons

Spoiler

Turned AT-St around to deal with Sith Bikers behind them
Incoming Bomber attack
lost all AT-AW as well as other vehicles and troopers (see new force comp)

 

[Kiyron]

PVP triple waltz with [member="Darth Vornskr"] and [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] in the exploding weapons factory
MkII Boltgun, disruptor/disintegrator/whatever-it's-called-because-it's-been-a-really-long-week pistol, MX-1 sniper rifle, vibrosword, three thermal detonators, two stun grenades, and a partridge in a pear tree
RSFU Officer's armor

Kiyron kept up the steady stream of fire at the two Sith from beside his temporary bunker, switching between the two until the cartridge emptied and he dropped the magazine. Grabbing another one, he clicked into place and blanched beneath the helmet as first of all, lightsaber came winging his way, followed soon thereafter by a rampaging Sith who promptly yanked away the crates. Not unlike pantsting someone at a formal restaurant. Explosions rocked behind him, sending debris bouncing off his armor. He dropped to one knee below the arcing saber, almost wondering if he could reach up and grab the handle, and then decided against it as it sailed above him. Better to let flying lightsabers fly by.

Just one Sith to rush him now. Kiyron squeezed off a few more rounds from the bolter, listening as the spent shells clattered against the duracrete by his feet. An idea, horrible as it was sprang into his mind, and he let the bolter drop beside him on the shoulder strap and yanked out the vibrosword, bracing himself as the flurry of lightsaber strikes came his way. He danced back away from the first few and then stepped forward into the next strike so the blade caught him right by the hilt on his left shoulder. It burned through the armor and into his shoulder, torching flesh, blood and bone. Kiyron roared, primal and savage, like the creatures he feasted on to survive back on Kelchase and then he twisted his torso, still roaring as the lightsaber continued to burn into his shoulder join, pushing off his legs, and rammed the buzzing vibrosword straight forward toward his opponent's chest. Kiyron's legs buckled but he leaned forward to use that momentum for the thrust.

 

[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 ground around him became a blurr. Shells clattered against the duracrete floor, blaster bolts got flung in unpredictable directions. The arms factory was a war zone, and everyone was a potential sacrifice. One of the shots fired by [member="Kiyron"] at Pyrrhus, got deflected, and terminated a Sith soldier. Friendly fire. At this point, the Togruta didn't care. His focus was on the Republic solder in front of him. The one that had defied him, and dared to offer opposition instead of accepting the sweet embrace of death. No interruptions from this engagement would be tolerated. This attack belonged to him, although he wouldn't object to his master, [member="Darth Vornskr"], enforcing his will against the soldier, in the form of brutal murder.

The blaster fell, and instead, the man in front of him lifted a vibrosword. Crossing blades with a Sith Lord? The man was brave, he would give him that. In stead of the insolence of a grunt, not knowing his time had come, he realized, this was a warrior. None of those soldiers he had dispatched in the moments before he charged at Kiyron a second time were equal to his quality. He suspected, not even combined. He had the will to fight. In a moment, he was tempted to capture him, twist and turn him by darkness to become a soldier of the One Sith. Perhaps another day? Time was of the essence.

Pyrrhus kept up the pressure and pace of his swings, though his opponent was still standing. Suddenly he stepped in. Perhaps he realized that his chances against two Sith Lords were less than ideal, and attempted a high-risk, high-gain move? As he stepped in, he accepted the hit to his shoulder. With it, presumably, he would seek to land his own in return. His immediate surroundings blossomed into an ocean of pain, as lightsaber burned skin.

Given that Kiyron had stepped in, and the lightsaber had hit close to its hilt, Pyrrhus had most of the lightsaber's length to work with. The Sith Lord took one step back, and he too roared as he twisted his body. Powered by the Force, that was feeding off of the surplus of pain and rage, he sought to make a final, hard push to slice his lightsaber clean through the man's shoulder, separating arm from body. Pyrrhus would continue the motion, hopefully also connecting with the man's waist on the same side. He would then continue with the twist of his body, to see the sword slide past him instead. Of course, at this close range, avoiding the hit was nigh-impossible. The blade stung hard against his chest, carving against the durable Vonduun crabs. Despite its protection, he felt the pressure from the impact on his chest, something which surely would leave its bruise. The sideways twist was intended to have it slide off against his armour, scraping against its surface. The Vonduun Skerr Kyrric was armour of the finest quality, and luckily, had not been pierced open.

With his free right hand, he sought to finish the engagement. Hopefully, the soldier would be too distracted from the pain to counter. Once more, the Force came to the Togruta's aid, as fierce lightning gathered at his fingertips. He unleashed it at close range, without mercy. If it struck true, it would hopefully accomplish two things: fry him, and send him flying into the wall behind him. In addition, lightning was also was known to cause vibroweapons to explode. If it connected with his sword as well, it was likely to leave both of them with a little extra parting gift.

 

[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]“You can save her… and yourself.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The Sith Lord was leaning heavily on his cane now - curiously, considering he did not seem to have a cane only a few moments ago or had he simply been moving so fast its form was a blur to the eye? To his back Neph was already grasping for the Force once again, trying to gain enough strength to face the droids, while he dealt with the console.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“She will die if you don’t.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]But the price was so [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]high[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]. It didn’t know that or didn’t care. To do as it wished would cost him, more than he cared to think about right now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Is she not worth it? If she dies, will you ever be able to forgive yourself?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Carach halted in his tracks, before shaking his head softly. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, if she passed because of his negligence- why… why now? The Sith had never cared about such trivial things, pragmatism had ruled his heart and mind: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]if she dies, she dies with a greater purpose[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]. But those words rang hollow right now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“You used its power when you broke me. You can use it again.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The situation had been different then. Hadn’t it? [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]Yes, you were only concerned about your own life back then[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]How… frustrating.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“I will need your help then.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“You have it.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]And with that Carach shoved his trepidation aside. His focus was singular, turned inward towards the artifact that he had grafted inside his flesh. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]The Heart of Graush: a fist-sized crystal holding the very spirits and souls of thousands of Sith Lords - they were contained there, not capable of interacting with the living world and it was this containment that isolated their threat. But right now the Sith was going to do something he had only done a few times in the past, channel them… all of them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]His mind went into the void, searching, grasping and then [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]found[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] them. They had always been there, waiting hopefully for the moment that Carach would be desperate enough and that moment was right here and now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]As he wrapped the layers of power around him, layer upon layer upon layer, the Sith started to hear their siren song. High-pitched, screeching, it tempted him to give in, there was a millennium's worth of agony in that pitch, and for a moment he thought he would break under their power. But then a force more ancient than those spirits, more ancient than him, made its existence known. It steadied him and once more subjugated those beings to one singular, foreign will.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The song was there… it would always be there, but it would not take him today. Through the Force Bond that he shared with Neph now, she would suddenly receive an influx of unadulterated [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]power[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px], it would seep through her, energize the fibers of her muscles, give her clarity of sight and mind, banish the aches to a remote part of her being, it would reforge her anew to stand against the tide of non-sentient scrap metal. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]But it was just a smudging, a [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]meagre [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]offering of what Carach himself was experiencing right now. A storm was raging inside of him, small cracks appeared in his skin - darkness shining through, eyes replaced by pure fire. With a single gesture he pierced through the electrical signals of the reinforced bulkhead; his will enhanced by the wroth and agony of thousands broke straight through it without patience.[/SIZE]



[SIZE=10.6667px]Cͨ̄̏̆̂ͯ͏͏̜͕ȏ̪͔͖͍̜̝̝̍̄m̵͈̙̣͙͙͔̞̍ͥͨͩ͐̈ͫe̴͉̜͚̟͙͋͝ͅ.̰͛̎̆ͪ͋̏̀ his mind would reach out to Neph, but it would feel [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]foreign[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]. Echoes of other voices mixing and wrapping itself around his familiar baritone.[/SIZE]



T͏̸i̶m̵̶è͠ ̶̕t́ǫ̡ ̨̕͜e͠ń́ḑ̴ ̵͝t̛hį͘͘s̸ ́m̨o͡ć̛k̵e̕͟r͟͏̨ỳ́.҉̡

[SIZE=10.6667px]Legion stepped through the brink and entered the reactor room.[/SIZE]

 

[Darth Centax]

Location: Canyon Grinder - the battle of clones, metal and stone.
Objective: Countering [member="Commander Lusk"] - Hold the Canyon
Ground 2 (NPC/PVP)
Allies: The One Sith | [member="Adekos"] | [member="Yurzhoc Shai"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"]
Enemies: The Republic | [member="Ali Hadrix"] | [member="Commander Lusk"]
Personal Gear: Standard Sith Trooper Armor-X1 Series, Lightsaber,
Sonic blaster | Field Medical Kit | 4 x Ion grenades | Personal Shield

NPCs: Reserve Stormtrooper Battalion - Showing Casualties|Remaining Troops

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Tie Fighters (11/24)
AT-ST x4 DEAD
AT-AT x1 DEAD - Debris being used
769th Stormtrooper Reserves (109/200)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=woNG-Sscntg​

Cut off and surrounded, they had no where to go.​

Taking losses, outmatched, and undergeared moral wavered again for the inexperienced unit, they were being hit from all sides, and their commander had seen this, he’d used it by trying to put his troops into the central trench to focus their fire. Why on earth would you want to be surrounded in a battle, because a Sith commander knew that when you were surrounded, you had nowhere to go, you fought till the last man because it was all you could do, for survival. That was Sith officer thinking, the republic and the forward burning trenches were giving them nowhere to go or rout, which made all this a very bloody affair, with some desperate but fearsome charges to melee where possible.

The Sith’s commander Major Tnaris was evidently on display in the center, and eventually faced one shotgun blast too many. Shotguns were great weapons but their effectiveness from the air was likely limited. He clutched the front of his chest, while Kylath found it in himself, for the first time to grab the republic troopers throat, his eyes dark as they ever were, holding him and rend him in two with his saber. Turning to Major Tnaris, clutching the man’s hand, he watched him die and swore bloody vengeance, hatred boilng in him. Tnaris one of his strongest family friends, he lost himself completely to rage. ~Good use that.~ A voice echoed inside his head.

“Stand.” The Major repeated as his last word, and worried faces looked on as his head rolled back, Kylath picked up his weapon, a single modified officer's bolter and started raining hell down on anyone that got into range, slow thunderous shots ringing out distinctively in the maelstrom. “EVERY ONE OF THEM”. He shouted back, as friendly and enemy blood splattered the uniform, because what other choice did they have!

Even a reserve Sith Trooper was not completely without any tools. Ion weapons were fired out amongst the regular kind, hitting shields and probably shorting them out, grenades frag and incendiary were being thrown back at any trenches or ground they landed on, and up close vibroweapons hacked away at armor as their teeth pierced into those they wrestled with, ray shields could not alone stop matter in melee.

Even so, slowly but surely the outer trenches were being taken from them, superior training and gear saw to that, which left the deeper central trench and its surroundings, the massing bulk of their men fighting on, “concentrate on them individually!” Massed as they were, they learned to pick one man and fire at him till he was overwhelmed, then switch.

GNN REPORT! "This is GNN broadcasting still, though I don’t know for how much longer! Republic aggressors have continued to kill and maim, this might be my final broadcast! For those back home remember remember th…" and shotgun shrapnel went right through the reporters chest, it seemed his interview was being cut short.

Tie Fighters

“BROKEN LINES, BROKEN LINES!” Kylath shouted into his communicator, and so those ties came back to straff the clones rear and sides, at almost point blank range. Likely hitting them and anyone they were caught up friendly or not, as they attempt to cut down their advance one final time, that was a desperate but possibly effective move for the remaining squadron.

Large Guns
Smoke had bought them time, as well as the chaos. The last few large guns emplacements mercifully further forward away from the rear attacks switched from firing at the canyon, and turned to follow the clones moving on the ridge to do what they could to suppress their movement and firing position. The shots effectiveness was debatable as their regular gunners had all been killed previously, and their effective number had been halved.

Summary Losses:

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7 to Friend Fire
17 to Hand to Hand
20 in Exchanges of Fire
3 Large Gun Emplacements out. 3 remaining Inexperienced Gunners (Front)
1 News Reporter named Dave.

Summary Actions:

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Sith Moral Wavering, Massed in Center, Flanks and Rear falling. Holding in 3 or so trenches.
Burning Trenches on the perimeter make canyon shooting back and forth harder.
Hand to Hand Charges
Tie Fighters straffing broken arrow style!
Gun emplacements tracking canyon movement firing (ineffectively) at canyon clones.
Reporter has reported his last, the body shown on camera.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Location: Engaging Sith.
Objective: Finish them.
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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90 Troopers
20 Combat engineers
30 Combat Medics
15 Snipers
20 Comm operators

Even the Spartans who had fought the Persians were killed to the last man, their heads placed on pikes and their bodies dismembered. But in this case the stormtroopers weren't the Spartans, the Spartans were real warriors. At best they were Carthaginians fighting a swarm of armored deadly immortals within the given situation. But history lessons and analogies aside the stormtroopers were going to fight to the last man and that was perfectly fine with Lusk. These clones didn't care that a news reporter was shot while on the front lines of a battlefield, in fact they were going to make things more fun for the OS propaganda machine.

A few engineers had been picked off by the ineffective fire, weakening their numbers even more, however the snipers had been able to set up and were mow targeting the remaining guns, smoke or no smoke it was easy to track a blaster bolt back to its point of origin on a stationary gun. As for the remaining engineers the time as a good fifteen scrap makers left and they used that ammo to lock and harass ties.

With a communication operator picking up the camera he wired it up and sent the signal going again to GNN feeds. The image was of Lusk placing his foot down on the back of a wounded stormy trying to crawl away. Drawing his pistol the man aimed it at the back of the troopers head and painted the trench red with front part of his skull. It was a message that the republic was taking the gloves off and they had acquired real soldiers to get the job done.

"KILL THEM ALL!!" Lusk said as he holstered his pistol, slung his rifle and picked up a shotgun to start going to work.

With the semi automatic in his hand the camera followed behind him as he pushed through the trenches. Every time a stormtrooper passed him a solid metal slug exited the barrel and blew him apart. One trooper, two troopers, three, the camera got it all. But it didn't stop there, the blood rage and power that was Lusk was going to have his conquest and glorious battle. So connecting to all his clones comms he shouted.

"TURN AND BURN BOYS!! With him taking lead he and every clone followed the man's orders and play.

In almost unison a solid majority of the clones used their jump packs and boosted themselves up into the air, a few would most likely be left behind by troopers holding them down. But it was time for the finishing blow to the Sith line. With each clone grabbing a napalm grenade they quickly threw them into the trenches where the troopers lay, and of course the camera would still be filming. Let them burn.


15 clones lost from trench fighting
5 clones lost from guns and rocks

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

OBJECTIVE: PVP- Don't Die Again
LOCATION: Balmorra Arms Factory
ALLIES: GR Folks + Allies
ENEMIES: OS Bubs {[member="Reverance"], [member="Darth Ophidia"]}

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

ARMOR:

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• 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
• x1: Dissuader KD-30

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

Spoiler: Music

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPRVKNc97ws[/media]

The battle had slowed down considerably. Sounds of blasterfire in the distance had lessened, more of a soft hum than their previous thrum. No longer did the noise of distant explosions reach the mercenary's ears. If there was to be an end to all of this, it was to be soon. That thought captivated her. She was going to survive. Another fight could be had another day, and she could join it, heeding the merciless call of war once more. A welcome call. Blood within her veins seemed to boil at the thought of further combat. It was an excitement that she had thought she left behind years ago. You can take the warrior from the fight, but you can never take the fight from the warrior. That much was especially true for members of the Sekairo clan. While not all of them take up the blade, those that do fought with a ferocity until the cradle met the grave.

Sometimes that ferocity was what led them to an early demise. In other cases, such as the one of Ven'Rain, it was what kept them from certain doom. While her technology aided her greatly, it was her skill, her drive, that allowed her to use it so well. Before she had acquired all of her equipment, it had been her determination, her sheer willpower, that had aided her in combat. Experience was something that was hard fought. Perhaps, after so many years, she had earned enough of it to get by without all of her weapons. A single blade or two could do, aye? Maybe, maybe. But if she had the opportunity to bring a complete arsenal with her then she'd take it. Some may find it unnecessary, others may find it understandable, but she cared little. The right gun could make all the difference, the right armor could turn a fatal wound into a tolerable one, and the right harness could stop a Sith from pulling on your grenades.

Purchasing a Bodo Baas gunbelt had proven to be a damn good decision. This was the second time in a month that a force-wielding opponent had attempted to detonate her explosives. Additionally it was the second time that the alchemical properties of the belt stopped that from happening. Once more the mercenary did not notice the maneuver, unaware of the motion that would have otherwise cost her her pride, and potentially her life. What she did notice was the pull on her shotgun. At first she blamed it on the Sith she saw below her, but he seemed concentrated on something else, though what she could not tell. In the end she still assumed that he was the one that caused her weapon to practically leap out of her hands. The cursed thing was pulled out of her grip, leaving her scrambling to get it back. That proved to be a difficult thing to do with only one hand.

Somehow she managed to catch it by the edge of it's magazine. But in her frustration, in her rush, she overestimated how much strength it took to keep it in her hold. The piece was partially crushed, ruining it. And with her other hand currently clasped around a sword, Ven had no way of replacing the clip or of attempting to fix it. All she could do was pause for a moment (letting her opponent catch his breath) and awkwardly try to remove it. She was able to roughly break off the rest of the magazine, allowing it to fall to the floor with a pitiful clang. Finding herself in a predicament once more she holstered her gun. Hopefully it won't be broken beyond repair, she thought, thinking of how she loved it so. Yet there was still little time for thought or feelings. Her disappointment was harshly cast aside as she reached for a weapon she was less familiar with.

Her lightsaber.

Over the years the Mad Merc had been many things. A child, a soldier, a mercenary, a lover, a bodyguard, and a warbeast. And once upon a time, when she found herself in the favor (and bed) of a grand sorceress, she was given many gifts. Foremost had been an undying affection that resulted in a child, whom she had called Renn'Dar. Secondly, and more importantly to her current situation, was the gift of the force. While she had originally been force sensitive, she had only been so to a minuscule degree. When a particular enigma stepped into the picture, she was given the chance to become more. An extensive and painful ritual had granted her a greater connection to the force. Originally she was going to be given armor that would amplify this.

But a certain ex-Empress had killed her long before that. Her lover, regardless, had started teaching her the basics before her untimely death. Lightsaber combat had been included in the mix. Many moons later, when she was revived, some of the teachings stayed with her. Despite her force dead status, Ven was quite capable of wielding a saber. Admittedly she was not as good with it as a true force user could be, nor would she ever be. That chance had disappeared when she had been torn from the fabric of the universe. It was this fact that made her wary. Even as she pulled out the tool, even as she activated it, even as the silver edge ignited with a familiar snap-hiss, she was cautious. With her ranged weapons out of the game, it was time to get close and personal once more. I'm not looking forward to this, she thought, a scowl on her lips.

Letting her fears conquer her had never been her thing, though. And so she used the jets on her armor to rush towards the column she had seen her opponent duck behind. The lightsaber in her left had whirled out, slashing at the support beam once, twice, three times. As she lowered herself to the ground she struck at it, hoping that the rubble would hit the Sith, or that it would distract him. No matter what it did, he would soon find her on solid permacrete yet again, her blades held in front of her, a look of challenge managing to get across, despite the blankness of her visor.

Still she was unaware of the second Sith.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: The Reactor
Objective: A - Death
Allies: The One Sith - [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: The Republic - [member="Tålamod Shapochka"]

It struck her like wildfire.

A sharp, painful gasp would rip through her. Her back arched, and it was almost akin to being touched by the Dark Lord’s power himself. Nephthys, feeling a surge in the Darkside emotions within her, could only react. The Force howled silently around her a powerful current of raw power that her mind grasped and wielded like some intangible yet deadly weapon.

There was a sort of terrible beauty in Nephthys’ face, then. The smile her lips wore was a predatory one, a huntress loving, relishing the hunt, the struggle. Her eyes gleamed with the promise of violence and the threat of death, but there was more, too; in Nephthys’ eyes there was a knowing. Nephthys knew she was stronger now. With this frightening visage upon her face, Nephthys readied finally bring this all to an end.

Nephthys’ presence in the Force grew, her strength and her will doubling, almost, then trebled; she was ready for whatever would come next. The bright crimson of her eyes would flare into bright twin suns, and the resulting lash would whip across the corridor.
Crackling energy went dancing across her palms, her body, energy and power building as it surged through her with the strength of an overloading nuclear reactor. It was a devastating combination of the powers Protection bubble, Telekinesis, and Force lightning. First came the protective crimson sphere, concealing and protecting the duo inside. Then, the remaining bits of bloody remains, droid parts, and debris went hovering through the air, swirling around her.

The maelstrom of energy whipped from her, charging down the corridor and striking the remaining droids in a surge of Force Lightning. And then the maintenance corridor exploded into a chaos of noise and flame and metal.

Smoke, debris, shrapnel all came flying into the corridor as if something detonated against the entry door like a rancor hammering a fist on it. Tons of lethal shards of metal hurled into the area. Time seemed to grow long once more; Nephthy's head turned, beholding the chaos that poured into the maintenance corridor.

Her body shuddered, and she began to sway. A grimace would curl against her upper lip, and her chest would rise and fall rapidly as she sucked in air. She barely heard the cut of Carach’s voice through her head, but felt the latch of his arm as he steadied her.

Panning her attention to him, she stared at him for what seemed to be a long, poignant seconds. The cut of his face was different. As was the look in his eyes. His voice.

Footfalls would step out over debris, a deliberate crunch as the two Sith would cross the threshold into the expanse that held the reactor. A long, thin bridge would lead the towards the pulsing cerulean construct that was the heart of the Republic Star Destroyer.

Her heart would thunder in her chest. In her ears. From her hip, she would pull a detonator.

For a moment, she stood there. Silent as the grave, her crimson eyes would reflect the reactor that would end it all. But how successful would it be?

To do so would require sacrifice.

A Vahla’s life was all about sacrifice. Sacrifice to the Goddess. To Her Vision. To destiny. This concept was not foreign to Sokara Vu Noi. Her entire life was a path of sacrifice.

Another shudder ran through her diminutive form, and the thermal detonator's safety ring flicked off with the stroke of her thumb. It was then Nephthys’ would turn towards the Voice of the Dark Lord, her head uptilted, body silhouetted by the cerulean light of the reactor.

“May Vahl’s Blessings keep you well...brother.”

The statement was not said telepathically. No, instead it fell from her lips like a melodic song. For the Sith Lord had never actually been mute. Her entire life had been one of service, and in that her seemingly inability to speak a symbolism of her filial nature and fielty.

There was no hesitation, save for a single ghost of a bloody smile in farewell. Her thumb released the pressure switch.

3

The next instant, Nephthys stepped off the ledge, her tiny form entering the reactor.

2

There was no going back.

1

The resulting fireball would set off a chain reaction as it lashed out, taking with it the singular lifeforce that was once Sokara Vu Noi.

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[Kiyron]

Objective: None shall pass! Tis but a flesh wound!
Black Knighting it up with [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Gear: Basically irrelevant at this point, since most of them require two arms to use effectively.

The pain flared through his body and he stopped yelling, instead clenching his teeth to force away some of the very considerable pain as the lightsaber went through his arm and down to swing back towards his waist. He staggered, but flung himself forward, lunging again with the vibrosword as the lightsaber blade caught him in the torso, burning through his armor once again and into his body. His missing arm felt like it spasmed, but of course, it didn't, because it was on the floor.

Then the lightning burst forth, pounding into him and sending him flying backwards. He didn't even really notice the pain at this point, although it was nice not to have a lightsaber dissolving his body anymore. He flew back and slammed into a pile of crates, shattering them beneath his armor. Blaster packs scattered around him. Wonderful, not even things he could improvise with at this point. Unless he decided to start throwing them. The vibrosword clattered down beside him, lightning crackling down its form. His body shuddered under the onslaught but he forced his arm to his belt. Three thermal detonators. Would it be enough?

He grabbed one, only just noticing a scream tearing from his abused vocal cords now and he channeled it, sending his entire concentration to his hand, flipping the first switch. He started that countdown and forced his hand onto the second, and then the third, pausing to unbuckle the belt, and flinging the whole thing, explosive ordinance and the two stun grenades in the general direction of the Sith. Hopefully it would make some sort of difference.

Another burst of lightning crackled through his body, arching his back, spasming his remaining limbs. He clutched at the hilt of the sword and flung his body forward, pushing himself upright. Then the sword exploded, showering the remnants of his armor with metal fragments and vaporizing his hand. He fell back to the ground with a clang of metal, and inched himself backwards. Then the belt exploded, three charges and two stun grenades ignited by the blast, with blindingly bright light and painfully sharp noise.

Flames and shrapnel flew over him, bouncing off his armor, and clattering into the ground around. Now was the time to escape to fight another day. He pushed himself backwards with his legs and dragged himself with his elbow, armor scraping across the floor. Time to disappear. Oh, and stop the bleeding in his wrist, replace the hand, and find a new arm.