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

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Location[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: In Spaceeeeee![/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[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Just as their exploits were general knowledge to the Sith at large, so it was general knowledge between the two of them that Carach was not… the finest pilot out there. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]In fact, any time he had tried his hand at it his ships inadvertently crashed. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]This might be a little bit sad, but come on. A Sith Lord can’t be good at [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]everything[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] - Carach was handsome, eloquent, powerful both in a political sense as well as the Force, through his biochemical engineering he could probably rip a man in half (maybe on a good day) and according to his track record the ladies were quite in for a treat as well.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]There had to be [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]something[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] that wasn’t entirely up to snuff with his [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]performance[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]. So why not be the lousiest pilot in the known Galaxy? This would probably balance things out just a tinsy tiny little bit.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Hopefully. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]So instead he transferred pilot controls to Neph - who was slightly better at it than him - and instead focused monitoring their environment. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]It was a stealth ship, so they probably wouldn’t be attacked immediately. But that didn’t mean that Carach should just sit on his ass while his sister was doing all the work with steering - so instead the Sith Lord closed his eyes, stilled his inner-turmoil and became one with the Current.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]There was peace in that moment, a sense of tranquility, everything was going to be just fine. And with a swift movement he wrapped the Current around the little Blackbird, hiding it from any other possibilities of being detected.[/SIZE]

 

[Aston Jacobs]

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

Aston halted immediately as he glanced to his Master and then to what he was directed too. The Jedi Padawan looked up towards the skywalk and smirked as he watched his Master take a jog and leap onto it. The Jedi padawan followed suit, starting of in a light jog and then using the force jumped on the walkway. There was a guard up ahead by Master Dorn easily dispatched him throwing him off the edge. Aston ignored the scream that had emitted as he pressed his back against the other side of the wall as his Master had done and he followed him once the door had pressed and it slid open.

Aston pressed along and their was when he caught wind of the dark presence that was very close by. "Do you feel that Master?" Aston inquired as there a figure came into the screen. Aston took a deep breath once he saw him, centering himself with the force and staying as focused as he could be. Yet he couldn't deny there was a slight hint of nervousness about him. However he wouldn't dwell on that, simply because it would do nothing but distract him. Besides it wasn't the time to be nervous, not right now and at this very moment. He focused and remembered his teaching and what his Master said, everything would be good.

 

[Tålamod Shapochka]

Location: Space (Objective A)
Allies: The Republic, [member="Lash"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="stardust"], [member="Varius"]
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Thanith Gumara"], [member="Catalys Maijora"], [member="Eliza Lunelle"]

"Admiral! The Sith fleet is initiating maneuvers! We've been detected." This was it. Revenge time had commenced.

"All alert on full, yes!" Shapochka commanded, pointing sharply at her comms officer as she rapidly strode towards the viewport to get a feel for the battlezone. The specks of Sith ships in the distance were just coming into view. How many? "Fleet count!"

"Three capitals. One is a confirmed Dark Blade-class as matched with our records at Prakith."

Prakith. Vengeance for that. "Fighters at ready; primary shields. Trajectory calculations on immediate! Port fleet extend port. Ackbar, Bastion, Emancipation, Conviction, Rieekan-class One, Two, Three, yes. On mark, hold now." Half the Republic fleet responded, shifting slightly off-course towards the moon to the fleet's collective portside. The rest focused around the Noblesse-class destroyer under Master Raaf's direction, and the swarms of fighters kept at a passive position, wrapped around the destroyers of the fleet in preparation for an enemy fighter onslaught. "Inculpable before Master Raaf's ship. All focused for forestrike. Distance bombardments on the ready, yes."

"Yes, Admiral," Commander Matsui affirmed. "Do you want us out of range?"

"Not yet." She turned to her lead officer and raised her fingers with thumb angled before her palm. "Fire when in long-range. All on primary target." Stand tall and bury them under your heel. Shapochka was here.

Spoiler: Fleet Summary

Champion - Admiral Ackbar > Break port of fleet center } Deploy fighters; Shields up (72 fighters)


Champion - Conviction > Maintain course } Deploy fighters; Shields up (72 fighters)
Noblesse - Restitution > Lag and maintain course } Deploy fighters; Main shields up (36 fighters, 12 bombers)
Bastion - Bastion > Break port of fleet center } Deploy fighters; Main shields up (36 fighters, 12 bombers)
Centurion - Emancipation > Break port of fleet center } Deploy fighters; Main shields up (12 fighters, 96 bombers)
Vinnath - Mother Goose > Lag and maintain course } Deploy fighters (12 fighters)
Solo - Solo > Lag and maintain course } Deploy fighters (72 fighters, 48 bombers)
Mothma - Inculpable > Maintain course } Deploy fighters (72 fighters)
Rieekan - Virtue > Lag and maintain course } Shields up
Rieekan - Calamity > Break port } Shields up
Rieekan - Veracity > Break port } Shields up
Rieekan - Deadly Diplomat > Break port } Shields up

 

[Sage Bane]

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

Sage could feel them as they started to fight their way into the factory, benevolent auras of the light floating ethereally around the two figures. The Jedi were near. From what the Sith Lord could sense, there seemed to be a couple of them on the ground level. He carefully stalked down the catwalk and stood directly over the two, not sure if they could see him yet. Two male Jedi stood below, one obviously the Master ([member="Mantic Dorn"]) and one the Apprentice ([member="Aston Jacobs"]). Sage branched out with the Force using near-perfect mentalism powers, seeking entrance to a porous mind. One of the Jedi, an older, bearded human, had a wall of mental defense, but the other, likely the apprentice, was as open as a book. Sage slithered into the young padawan’s mind and, his mouth silently forming the ancient incantations taught to him by his former Master, Matsu Xiangu, began to spin an illusion.

Illusions were a specialty of Sage’s. In fact, once during a purge of Dorin, he’d managed to fool a Jedi Knight into thinking that he was her long, lost Twi’lek brother who had fallen to the dark side. The Knight, a pink Twi’lek, even walked up to him, to give her fallen brother a heartfelt embrace. Unfortunately, just before his saber cut through her midsection, was he pulled back from attacking her by Darth Venefica, who had a strange affinity for the Twi’lek Jedi. Sage’s illusions were as lifelike as reality, and especially for those who did not wield the Force, powerful enough to even cause physical pain and even death.

If the padawan did not have the means to thwart the attack, the young man would turn to his Master and see, not the benign peaceful Jedi who trained him in the temple, but a hyper-real vision that shifted into a living nightmare from which he could not wake. The man’s arms stretched into impossibly-long slithery forms and yawned outward from too-bony shoulders, fingers bending into claws. The Jedi’s mouth gaped open and sharp red and bloodied thorns began to erupt from it, jutting outward in a jerky motion. His Master’s eyes would pop out of their sockets, empty holes through which flesh-colored thorns poked through. There was a squelching sound as the man’s torso erupted with a second pair of smaller arms, which grabbed at the padawan desperately. This horror that stood before the padawan would be one that only he alone could see, and for Sage the illusion was as precious as a work of art.

He wasn’t called the Lord of Thorns for nothing.

 

[Eliza Lunelle]

LOCATION: BALMORRAN SPACE / VANGUARD-CLASS HEAVY CRUISER HELLHAMMER 'VICTOR' / HANGAR
OBJECTIVE: A / VALKYRIE SQUADRON, WE-ARE-GO

Allies: Catalys Maijora Mullarus Thanith Gumara
Enemies: Tålamod Shapochka Lash Taeli Raaf Juwiela Melec Thane Drexel stardust Varius

Singing.

The warble of klaxons and the wine of engines; the shriek of escaped air, and the low bass of the void.

Eliza's cockpit slid shut with a hiss, clicking and chattering as crash webbing locked tight and instruments shuddered to life. Her pale face was bathed in red, the bloody wireframe sprawl of radars and crosshairs, alignment pattern and the twisted shapes of the numbers, spinning back and forth without reprieve.

"<Valkyrie 9, ready.>" The choking claustrophobia of the cockpit stole the words from her mouth, crushed and compressed them until they felt a mere whisper over the roar of discharging engines.

"<Valkyrie 6, proceed Valkyrie 9. We-are-go.>"

The twelve Valkyries rose, one by one, upon black-iron steeds. Then, warped stars turned to knives, and the 'Victor' sunk far and low behind.

Naught but the singing of the abyss.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust ran along side other pilots the clinking of boots on metal as they all ran to the hangar alarms blairing loud as she ran towards her fighter, the thunder star sat fully loaded and already started

She jumped in and started prechecks looking around her cockpit as the hatch closed on her sealing her inside her zone

This is spirit fire to control towers are we cleared to fly"shw said and would await the command to be given
[member="Tålamod Shapochka"]

 

[Juwiela Melec]

Location: Space
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Tålamod Shapochka"], [member="Lash"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="stardust"], [member="Varius"]
Enemies: [member="Eliza Lunelle"], [member="Catalys Maijora"], [member="Mullarus"], [member="Thanith Gumara"]
Ship

When the klaxons cut through the tense silence of the hangar, Juwiela was ready. She had been ready, ever since the aftermath of Geonosis the first time. The second had only been salt in the wound, and neither the attacks on Csilla nor Coruscant had transpired exactly as intended. Now was the time to make up for that. Another chance had come with the ominous sound of war drums on the horizon, the Republic taking a stand and invading the Sith. This was different enough to be considered something more than just another attack run on those deemed enemy. This was personal. Another patch for her bomber jacket was in order.

Long before the call came in she had been ready, already zipped up into her flightsuit, helmet nearby. A few had taken to discussing strategy in order to quell their nerves, some others choosing to play cards or a similar game as a sort of distraction. But deep down, everyone had known what was coming, and no amount of activity could completely drive the thought from any of their minds. Even people as go-lucky and oftentimes utterly reckless as the pilots of the Alliance were capable of being serious when times called. This happened to be one of those. They had seen what the Sith were capable of, and weren't keen to witness it again. But this was their job, in some cases what they lived for.

"All wings, report in." Those four words fell past her lips without thought as she scrambled up the ladder and into the cockpit of her Yavin-class fighter, a battle-scarred vessel that had seen its fair share of battles and no doubt several more in time. The pre-flight checks came second-nature, and she was able to devote thoughts to other things while doing so, such as what their exact squadron count would be on this day. "I hear you loud and clear, Wild Turkey. Stay at the ready until we get the go-ahead from the Admiral." The briefest of thumbs up was flashed to ground control before she exited the hangar, once again sacrificing herself to the endless void of space.

"Eyes up. It's almost showtime."

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective A
LocationArms factory
Ally GR, [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Enemy OS, [member="Sage Bane"]

The thick air held old death. Like heavy dust it floated all round in the arms factory and a younger version of Mantic would have been feeling the same nervousness as the padawan next to him.

"Do not let the darkness lure you away from your calm state my padawan. Fear is the ally of the dark side, it will draw your logic away from the task at hand." he spoke and reached out with a gentle nudge by the force toward Aston to reassure him that they were here together.

But there was something special in here as well. He stopped for a moment. Evil was everywhere, yet, something... something was watching them. He tried to settle his mind on what was going on and too late he realized that someone very much attuned with the dark had obfuscated its presence for them.

Where?

Mantic looked up and noticed the shape of [member="Sage Bane"] looming above them.

 

[Reverance]

Objective: PVP
Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Galactic Republic, none yet.
Equipment:

Spoiler

Amphistaff
Lightsaber
Chom-Huun
Voxyn Al'Do
War-Torn Armor
Armorweave robe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYVaey6m0pU​

​

Baptism, it would come in many forms. Water, the holy passage and rebirth. Immersion or dripping, full plunge into the deep end. And here, in the Balmorra Arms Factory, as the Republic initiates their attack against the One Sith - Reverance would sup divination straight from the source. Blood, by the gallons, pouring from a mountain. In such a place, he wasn't prepared to go untainted - to remain without anointment, he banished the thought with the departure from his Vonduun armor. Instead, he would brandish the War-Torn spectacle of plates against fabric.

As he entered the field of battle, the Factory, he felt no respite in the waves of spite, flowing freely from the Chom-Huun, Voxyn Al'Do, and amphistaff. That was good, he thought, as he smiled and flexed the Yuuzhan Vong arm. Let the hate fuel me, he winced, as he tasted the bile and rebelliousness of the arm. Something quickly taken over by the scent of the Jedi and lightside within the Factory. Reverance lifted his Voxyn hand, the eye upon the palm opened to render stereoscopic view for the Wrath.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are..." He would have blood this day and offer it in return. Such was the destiny of Balmorra - the birthplace for this sacrifice.

In the stillness of the factory, his armorweave robe would hide the presence of the armor beneath. And it would off no hint towards his equipment, either.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Objective: Kill everyone
Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Allies: [member="Trin Gravois"]
Enemies: The rest of existence, including [member="Trin Gravois"] but more immediately [member="Nolan Detta"] and [member="Alyona Volkovna"]
Gear: Street clothes. The Force. Anger.

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UhjG47gtMCo

This place was a waste. There were worlds that would actually challenge a Sith. Why they were working at Balmorra, that was never anything Lucas would be able to figure out, nor care to figure out. The man did not carry a lightsaber, he had not earned it. This Super Sith Happy Hour Love Fest was minting out weak Sith, untrue Sith. They were getting a lightsaber before showing themselves worthy in combat.

All he knew was that his sister was here, and that was not something to make Lucas happy. And acting it? "No." He simply stated. Not for her own safety. She was not proven. She was not going to prove herself. The real Sith would wash her out. This one, this illusion of the Sith, they didn’t know what a real practitioner was.

He was focused his mind closed off on the rest of the conflict, as it typically was, when Trin was anywhere near him. And as he stepped closer, he felt the danger sense, as primarily instinctive as it was, kick in, just as his sister threw him out of the way. Hitting the ground hard, but away from harm, he realized that this Republic invasion was a serious situation.

Hitting the ground as he lay flat on his front, the Force started to spark and flash around him. Not with fire, nor lightning, the acolyte hadn’t learned those skills yet. Just with raw emotion, with anger, with Rage.

The Force was calling to him, and the real Sith was going to show everyone how it was done.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: PVP
Allies: [member="Rexus Drath"], The Republic
Enemies: One Sith
Gear: Blast vest (basic ballistic protection), lightsaber (in signature).

Her hand shifted minutely, and she palmed her saber, not quite igniting the weapon. As much as Keira wanted to engage directly at the first opportunity, she knew the benefits of being strategic when it suited her. It was arguable as to whether that was the case in this specific moment, but there was a fight ahead, that much her senses told her. All she had to do was wait for all the circumstances to align in order to bring everything to light. Patience was a virtue, sure, just not one she was readily in possession of, most times. But, just like every other similar circumstance, she had to remind herself that she was trying to be better. Even if the Sith didn't deserve it.

The question posed earned nothing more than a slight smile and a shake of the head. There was no real answer for his inquiry after those they were here to kill, and she knew it was likely rhetorical. Still, it was amusing in some sense of the word to listen to the musings of a man from a time period hundreds of years before her own. Things had been done entirely different then, with each group she found intrinsically familiar functioning in an alternate manner, some having not existed at all. And apparently one of them had been this Order of darksiders. "I'm not sure I can answer that for you." Granted, she was unimpressed with the Jedi and Sith in equal measure, most times.

For a brief moment she rummaged in a pocket with her free hand, pulling out a slightly rumpled half-empty box of cigarettes and taking one between her teeth before offering one to him. A lighter was produced in much the same fashion, acrid smoke soon tainting the air as she passed that across as well. So much for good habits. "Don't worry about it." It wasn't as if she cared either way whether he smoked or not. That was his choice to make, not hers. "And hey, nobody's going to be dying today." A pause, as she considered her words. "Well, not us, at any rate." The next cloud of smoke exhaled seemed to cement those words as it dissipated slowly.

"They're all taking too long."

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Objective: Ambush the Republic fleet.
Location: Aboard the command ship.
Allies: [member="Thanith Gumara"] | [member="Eliza Lunelle"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Lash"] | [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Juwiela Melec"] | [member="Tålamod Shapochka"]
Fleet: x1 Primeval-class Star Destroyer | x2 Time Rift-class Star Destroyers | x1 Hood-class Cruiser | x1 Partisan-class Cruiser | x2 Spewer-class Carriers | x4 Gulandi-class Escort Frigates
Length: 6650m

How many times have the Primeval been up against the Republic? Not many.

A lack of intelligence on both sides would undoubtedly lead to an interesting engagement, but Catalys wasn't worried. The Primeval Expeditionary Fleet made their final approach, coming in roughly behind the enemy fleet. "Fighters are being launched by the looks of it, they're preparing to engage the Sith."

"Maintain encryption, unfortunately the Sith will just have to wonder who we are for the time being. Engage full-spectrum distortion, I want sensors and targeting computers disrupted. Prepare jamming beams to paint their ships, and get ready to launch all hangar craft on my word." Catalys laid back on the cold metallic floor panels, looking up at the equally depressing ceiling. He wrapped his arms behind his head, using them as an uncomfortable pillow.

Executor Alet crunched his hand into a fist, once more he was spoken over. "Do as he says but prepare to fire HELIX warheads on my mark and move into optimal ranges." The aged human commander wasn't going to be outdone by a political officer.

"AXIOS, coordinate with the Partisan's cooperative targeting systems--I want unified fire," with the A.I. supporting the Partisan-class' capabilities, the Primeval fleet can operate on the same effective level as the Vong do with their cognitive coordination. Of course, that is only limited to starship systems and not the crew themselves. Although to the enemy, it would look almost as if their fleet moved as one organism.

"Smart move, Alet," the Exemplar muttered with his eyes shut. Due to their rather immense range, the HELIX missiles could be launched before standard long-range weapons come into their effective distances. Four HELIX warheads launched towards the Republic fleet, unleashing a long-ranged attack equivalent of eighty medium turbolasers.

Spoiler: Actions

>Coming in from roughly behind the Republic fleet.
>Activating full-spectrum distortion in attempt to jam enemy sensors and targeting computers that would be used against Primeval vessels.
>Activating cooperative targeting systems and using AXIOS to improve coordination between such systems across fleet.
>Firing four HELIX warheads towards the Republic fleet in an attempt to damage starships and destroy starfighters.
>Moving into initial firing range for turbolasers and main guns.
>Preparing hangar craft for launch.
>Taking a nap.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

She lifted up seeing her squadron leader take of in her bomber

Spirit fire ready for action hahah lets get this show on the road "she said getting behind [member="Juwiela Melec"] as her head marked allies and enemies" got your back rogue lead I'll cover you the whole way

She said as she looked out into space seeing the enemy, she gripped her right arm and smiled"eye for a eye arm for a arm"she said to herself before looking out in the void again

 

[Lash]

Location: Relay Point Bravo ( 2 light years from Balmorra system)
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

Spoiler

Lash Balmora fleet - 4000 meters
Imperial MK III-class Star Destroyer - 1600 meters "Termagant" - Holding Central Position in reverse chevron formation
* All attack craft Docked
Annihilator-class Fire Support Cruiser - 750 meters "Hood" - Flanking postion starboard of Termagant
* All attack craft Docked
Annihilator-class Fire Support Cruiser - 750 meters "Kaga" - Flanking position port of Termagant
* All attack craft Docked
Ravenous-class Frigate - 300 meters "Tafcon" - Center position in forward line
* All attack craft Docked
Ravenous-class Frigate - 300 meters "Moors" - starboard position in forward line
* All attack craft Docked
Ravenous-class Frigate - 300 meters "Hughes" - Port position in forward line
* All attack craft Docked

Formation:
FG / FG / FG

CA / / CA

SD

"Commodore, I urge you to Jump to hyperspace, It has been an hour since the fleet left, we need to jump to assist them."

Lash listened to the endless chatter of the Galactic Republic Officer attached to his force before the fleet left Chawza. He had gone on and on about how it was an honor to be chosen for the position and how the Republic was better for the Empire having joined it. All awhile gloating about his position and the Republics might and importance, and how he thought the Empire could best assist the Republic. Lash ignored the man mostly but made sure he soaked up every word he spoke for any slip in information the man may know he did not.

The man had grown very impatient at Lash and the Imperial Fleet after they had stayed behind as the rest of the fleet jumped for Balmorra. Lash did not care for the man inserting himself into his command and suggesting Lash was committing treason for now joining the Republic fleet, the fact of the matter was Lash was following orders. Orders that were well above the Republic officers pay grade. Lash had once tried to explain this to him but the man continued to insist Lash proceed to Balmorra.

"Mister Frotin, I assure you when I feel the time is right, I will jump and we will assist the Republic. For now I must ask you to take a seat at the rear of the command deck and have a drink. It will be some time yet before we jump and you seem to be suffering some form of panic attack. If you like please retire for a bit and refresh. I will send for you when we jump."

The Republic man looked astound at Lash's words and scoffed at him, turned, and walked to a seat at the rear of the bridge. Lash then relaxed into his command thrown and continued to run his favorite concerto through his head. The movements and the melody soothed him and allowed him to think more clearly. His mind began to play out what he would do as he entered the system. He knew his role and would see to it his part of the symphony that was the assault on Balmorra would play in tune. For now he would relish the music in his head and wait for his mark. Then he would make the jump and release the anxious Mister Frotin of his current stress level.


Summation

Spoiler

*Fleet formed up awaiting departure for Balmorra

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: PvP
Location: Descending Balmorrian Orbit
Allies: GR/SSC
Enemies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

Equipment:

Spoiler

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/45056-sasori-rangers-armor/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/61959-rangers-field-pistol/

Standard blue lightsaber

The shuttle dip low fly nape of the earth the last few hundred meters before hovering a brief minute. Just long enough for Xander to jump out before it went screaming back into the air in the direction it came. Xander pulled his hood over his head and pulling the cloth mask up to cover the lower part of his face. He scanned around before he crouch low moving towards the building. He left his saber clipped to his belt instead pulling out the Ranger Pistol holding it at the ready.


He would try his best to secure at least part of the building and holding it until backup arrived. He wondered how difficult that was going to be. Surely not a walk in the park up hopefully not Mustafar on Balmorra.

 

[Alyona Volkovna (Алёна)]

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

Alyona threw herself down and slid below the guard railing, allowing her body to slip from the top of the catwalk and into midair. She caught herself at the last moment, putting a halt to her movement as she tucked her knees to her chest and threw herself forward again, leaping from the upper walk to a lower platform. She dropped into a crouch, pausing long enough to listen around. The only sounds she heard for the moment were those of the factory itself. Steam hissed and metal pinged as it expanded and contracted with the change in temperature.
She listened, and she felt, with her passive senses, maintaining as small a Force signature as she could without shutting herself down completely, a skill she had yet to even master. There was a pair...not a couple, but a pair, two beings, similar in many ways, but riddled with differences. Alyona could feel them, not directly, but through the emotion and energy they poured into the Force. The first one, the woman, was more subdued, not like a dying fire, but like a flame hidden behind a paperwall; ready to burn all around her. The man was more outright, all fire but little more it seemed. The anger he felt...aimless. Alyona closed her eyes and considered the two beings; the man's aggression seemed aimed at no one and everyone all at the same time, including the woman. Alyona felt...disdain.

Her eyes fluttered open and Alyona considered her options. The objective was to defeat the Sith, though her recent discussions with Corvus had set her on a different path. Or rather, Alyona had set herself on a different path. Was it moral to kill in a "kill or be killed" situation when being there in the first place was optional? Alyona was choosing danger, choosing "kill or be killed," it wasn't being forced upon her. At the end of the day, her Echani rationale took over. The objective was to defeat the Sith, that only meant fighting them. She wouldn't kill unless she had to. But if she did, she would do so swiftly and mercilessly.

They'll sense me the moment I strike, Alyona knew. Even a typical Force User's "danger sense" was particularly heightened, it was a result of the constant training. She looked about the chamber. It was large and filled with machinery of a dozen variants and sizes. Alyona focused on the catwalks. A platform some twenty meters across the upper level hung over where the two were...discussing things. Unclipping the shoto from her hilt, Alyona tossed the weapon out into the air and ignited the blade with a brush of the Force as it neared the platform's supports. The blade snapped to life and severed the struts holding the catwalk in place. Alyona climbed atop the railing where she stood and reached out, catching the weapon as it turned off and she brought it back towards her. Now she leapt a second time, flipping through the air with Skywalker's saber grasped in her hand, falling, falling, falling for her prey.

[member=Corvus Raaf]​

 

[Rexus Drath]

"https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=QHGOO73Gxg4"

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

"Thanks." Rex said genuinely.

Taking the cigarette Rexus placed the cancer stick in his mouth and inhaled the smoke letting the old familiar friend back into his life for the next few seconds. Exhaling grey smoke he and Keira turned the corner once again and stood at one of the entrances of the arms factory where the good countess had set up shop with her men and Vornskr dogs. Rexus saw a few men stare at him but they didn't seem to fire right away, maybe because the two didn't look anything like Jedi. One wearing a suit, tie, and straw hat and the other looking like a punk rock princess with daddy issues. It would be an odd sight for anyone really.

Rexus and Keira stopped and the man silently began to work power in left hand bringing up an invisible barrier between the two of them a subtle working of the force that would allow the two of them some sort of protection from the barrage of blaster bolts that was going to no doubt come their way in the next few seconds. So Rex being the upbeat guy that he was struck a heroic pose with his fists resting on his hips.

"I got this." Rex said as he cleared his throat afterwards.

"ATTENTION MEMBERS OF THE ONE SITH, YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND GUILTY OF MASS MURDER, CONSPIRACY TO COMMIT MURDER, HARBORING WANTED EXTREMISTS, EXTORTION, INHUMANE TREATMENT OF POWs, AND GENOCIDE!! BUT WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT IT I SHOULD OF JUST LED WITH GENOCIDE!!" Rex said taking a small pause.

"THIS WOULD BE THE PART WHERE I WOULD SAY SURRENDER OR DIE, BUT DUE TO THE BLACK FLAG INITIATIVE I AM LEGALLY REQUIRED TO KILL ALL OF YOU GENOCIDAL SELF RIGHTEOUS ASSHATS WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE....SO THEMS THE BREAKS!!" He yelled out soon after in his right hand a snap hiss of a blue lightsaber extended outwards as he grinned.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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

"Orders from the Admiral, Master Raaf," the captain of the Restitution said. "The Mother Goose, Inculpable, and the Virtue are falling in with us."

"Thank you, Captain," she said, appraising the situation at hand. Unknown hostiles had arrived to the rear of the Republic formation, and while the rest of the Republic fleet began to break to port, her ships would meet the Balmorra garrison. The designs weren't anything she was familiar with in her time in the One Sith, so she assumed the new arrivals might be Primeval vessels, but couldn't be sure. Either way, it seemed the good Admiral would be dealing with them.

"All fighter craft launched, Master Raaf," an ensign called from the bridge crew. "All guns ready."

Looking at the Sith vessels advancing on them, and as they advanced towards the Sith, she could see the Dark Blade holding back while its accompanying ships were trying to engage them. A Vanguard and a Razer, with a few fighters heading for them. Interesting choice there.

"Hold our fighters back to form a defensive screen for now," she ordered. "We don't want to sacrifice them to the Razer, the goal is to kill the Dark Blade. Have the Virtue fall into a screening position with our advance, I want a covering field of anti-fighter and anti-missile fire ready as soon as the enemy fighters get near us."

"Yes, Master Raaf!"

"All batteries, open fire upon the enemy Vanguard, including the main cannon," she continued to order. "Have the Inculpable fire their static ion field discharger at the enemy fighter squadrons, and with the rest of their weapons open up on the Vanguard. Hold the Mother Goose back so she's covered by our screening forces."

"As ordered."

Summary of Actions
All four ships continued to advance towards the Sith flotilla
All Republic fighter craft from the four ships holding in a screen against enemy fighter attacks around the four ships
All weapon systems from the Noblesse and the Mothma open fire on the Vanguard, except for the Mothma's static ion field dischargers as those fire upon Sith fighters
Rieekan Defense Frigate and the Vinnath maintain holding positions with the other two ships to provide additional anti-fighter and anti-missile support

 

[Nubica Felidae]

Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Objective: To win, baby
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Mullarus"]
Equipment: None
Theme: Hit me with your best shot

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JRgHol94Xc

As she disembarked, she looked around. A factory seemed an odd place to decide the fate of a planet, but hers was not to reason why, it was to serve.

As her feet touched native soil, she paused, closed her eyes and muttered under her breath. “For the Order and the Republic, I will give anything and everything, including my life.”

She glanced at the miscellaneous Jedi, Force-users and troopers that spilled out of ships all around the arms factory. It was a standard approach – advance – find an opponent and keep going until one of you had been overcome or one side called a retreat.

She was not fazed by war. Nor the imposing factory that looked more like a fortress. Instead she moved steadily forward, seeking someone to oppose. It was like a huge choreographed dance – people pairing off. Sometimes in threes or fours, but invariably partners were sought, found and the dance began. Sometimes a waltz, occasionally a quick-step.

Nubica was a tango kind of girl. And she liked to take the lead. For she had absolute confidence she would succeed. After all…she had the Force, her wits, her saber and an uncanny ability to see weaknesses. Shatterpoint? Perhaps? But she was still a Padawan and knowing where the unbreakable can be broken was of limited value if you couldn’t actually capitalise.

 

[Aston Jacobs]

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

Fear is an ally of the darkside.

It would draw you away from, the darkness would draw you away from your calm state.

Aston took a deep breath as those words reverberated through his mind for a few moments as he nodded his head. "Yes Master, It would take more than ju-" The Jedi Padawan ignited his lightsaber holding it in both hands until he felt an unsual state surround him. Unlike anything he had ever felt before. He felt cold for a few moments, and then almost as if tendrils were pulling on the confines of his mind. "Master, something is wrong....." Aston took a deep breath as he closed his eyes for a moment to try and center himself but it was not use. He could feel that darkness, that fear pulling and tugging on his mind. Aston opened his eyes as everything seemed dark and the individual that was standing next to him wasn't his master but a being of unnatural darkness, with claws and fangs unlike anything he had ever seen before.

Initial response as Aston stepped back, almost a stutter step and swiped his blade across towards the creature to stop it from reaching for him. Aston raised his left hand to his head as he tried to combat what it was. Aston took another step back as he felt that this was something not normal, that was some type of a image, something.

There is no emotion, there is peace...