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

[Komo]

Location: Balmoran Arms Factory
Objective: PVP
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Enemies: The One Sith
Gear: Battle Armour, Lightsaber, Hellfire Pistol

Darth Noxia was in Balmorra. In her years of military training back in the days, the young officer then had read up plenty of the battles that ravaged on the war-torn planet of Balmorra. The planet had switched sides plenty of time, but one thing remained true. It continued to see violence, regardless of which faction controlled it, like it was part of its destiny. If planets could have destiny, that is. Today, a Sith, she was in the arms factory. It was an important landmark and the location of many a battle this day. Sith of all levels, from acolytes to lords had gathered in defence of the planet, and the Jedi have reciprocated in kind, with their padawans, knights and masters. Making her way around the premises, the blonde Sith knight could see that many of her fellow Sith were already engaged with their mortal enemy, the sickening warriors of peace, the Jedi. The Republic had seen fit to invade the planet, and the One Sith would defend as if their lives depended on it.

As she made to enter the next room on her left, she chanced upon the sight of a particular engagement in progress, or so it seemed. Two Jedi and a Sith. Greta did not know who those Jedi were, but then she also didn't know most Jedi. The Sith, however she did recognise. It was the armoured form of the Hand, Lord [member="Sage Bane"] himself. The Sith knight had seen him in action several times before, and the dark power the mentalist wrought on the minds of his victim were always a sight to witness. She would linger nearby, not wanting to get too close at the moment to disrupt whatever the Sith Lord had in mind. Her style of combat was different from the hand, relying more on her martial prowess of the lightsaber and the force itself, somewhat similar towards the other Hand, [member="Vrag"].

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

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

“The breeding shows.” Cyrena would purr. She was confident of her breeding program, and the Vornskrs were exquisitely well trained. With specific commands, they were some of the most fierce Force hunters, trained to lock onto a scent and track it without fail across various terrains. This is why they had the annual hunts at Serreno, where various Force Sensitives would be the ‘Fox’ to the Vornskrs’ “Hounds.”

Unfortunately, her little discussion would now get interrupted by the sudden eruption of heavy rifle blaster fire directed at the incoming Republic Forces ( Rexus Drath and Keira Ticon ) as soon as his speech began. Mainly, well, guards do not simply watch an invading force come up to take over without dealing with the riff raff accordingly.

A sigh bemoaning the situation would exhale from Cyrena’s bright cherry lips, the tri-colored orbs of her eyes flaring white for a moment in her ire.

“The peasants require discipline.” she’d muse aloud with a curt, aristocratic purr. Her patrician profile would dart over towards the area where the One Sith Guards of the Balmorran Arms Factory were currently blasting with bright red volleys. The dozen pair of eyes from the Vorskr pack would follow the Countess’ steps.

Up went her gloved hand, slender digits curling upward as the Garhoon Sorceress began to summon the ancient Sith Technique of Sutta Chwituskak. Within the shell of her palm, a radiant sphere of pure hatred would slowly start to churn, a black shadowy mass of Darkside energy swirling in the focus of her concentration.

Gaining more and more strength with each second that would pass.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: In space!
Objective: A: In space, in a stealth blackwing, wrapped by the White Current, gonna go board a ship!
Allies: The One Sith - [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: The Republic - [member="Tålamod Shapochka"]


Darth Nephthys would take over the piloting, her small hands working the piloting yoke as her attention drew forward upon the approaching Republic Fleet. They would not move straight towards their objective, but come at an angle. While being shrouded in the White Current would trick both inorganic and organic means of detection, it was best to ensure the utmost stealth approach. The risk lay in the potential of other White Current Specialists on the Republic side, a risk they were willing to take. As it was, the use of the White Current could only be discerned would be through another White Current specialist that would be able to sense a subtle shift in the current of the Force if they were focusing on potential quarries.

Their goal was to board one of the Republic ships and pay back what had been done to them over Prakith long ago. Perhaps in this, they would be able to wreck havoc upon them much like they had once to their own.

The Blackbird would swoop ahead and starboard, taking the scenic route. Soon, they would be able to reach the flagship while under cover. Their goal would be to enter through their starfighter hangar bay and immediately eject for a bold, boarding fight!

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective: PVP[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Location: Balmorra Arms Factory[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies: The One Sith | [member="Countess of Báthory"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Enemies: The Galactic Republic | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Rexus Drath"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]"Quite so, my dear." the Sith Lord replied after a moment of thought.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]In a previous life her world had been filled with shadows, twilight and the curb of dawn. Her targets had only seen her coming when it was far too late, usually the last dying seconds as her jagged blade rooted and twisted itself into their flesh. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]This wasn’t then though, she probably could cloak herself outside of the electromagnetic spectrum and kill them without getting their attention… but where was the fun in that? [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]Instead as she breathed in, her brows furrowed in concentration, electricity started cackling across her arms. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Force Lightning in its most basic form was something that every Sith Knight worth their salt knew about - but [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]true[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] lightning?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Few if any could compare to the lightning of one Kala Maedrin. The woman smiled a smile that had nothing to do with humanity, a throaty purr lingering at her back, as she looked in the direction the pests would come from. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]She would bathe in their blood.[/SIZE]

 

[Rexus Drath]

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.

"I don't think they liked my speech!" Rex said almost jokingly as he held up his hand.

Rexus soon after raised his right hand with the saber in it making sure the blade didn't cut off his hand or short out from the cortosis glove that he wore. With a smile on his face the upbeat Jedi pushed more power into his barrier to strengthen it. The Jedi Master could hold this for a while against this sort of barrage, wasn't like there was a frightful amount of them, it was a PVP objective after all.

"I count a good ten on post. Go take care of them while we advance." Rex let out a small grunt and began to push forward.

Leaning against his barrier the man looked like he was pushing s broke down car forward against a light show of deadly plasma that splashed off the barrier to create a beautiful display of flickering energies and streaking lines of blue electricity that crackled with each impact of a bolt.

"I CAN DO THIS ALL DAY!!" He shouted out to his attackers.

"THERES ONLY SO MUCH AMMO IN THE WORLD!!" He said taunting once more.

"UNLESS YOU ARE GUARDING AN ARMS FACTORY!! THEN WELL PLAYED SITH!" He said with a chuckle afterwards as a bead of sweat ran down his forehead.

But as Rexus jested and taunted he felt a shiver of coldness run down his spine, it was the feeling of the darkside. An old friend and now enemy of his morality he could feel the Sith incoming with her pups and that bottled up concentration of Grade A Darkside, the type of stuff that you had to reach into satan's fridge to get.

"Might want to speed that up." He said with another laugh.

 

[Sannika Brynn]

Location: Space, leaving Solo
Objective: Get out there!
Allies: Republic, [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="stardust"], [member="Thane Drexel"]
Enemies: Sithies, [member="Eliza Lunelle"]

Rogue Three had been in the cockpit since before the fleet had even exited hyperspace travel, impatient to get this show on the road. Today would be a good day to notch a few extra tattoos on her lekku--one for each kill. She was beyond her stage of naivete at this point. She had seen enough action. She was out for kills because that was what the situation called for, and she was going to make a sport of it while she could. Geonosis and Coruscant had reconciled her with this form of bloodlust. "Yo, Blinders. Sanna is good to go." She wobbled her thumbs in mimicry of toggling the firing of a missile ordnance and flashed a huge grin through the transparisteel of her Corvus interceptor, the Kantankerous Kill.

Here she was, at last! A warbird in the name of the Republic. She waved at the hangar personnel when they gave her the clear to take off, genuinely appreciative of their job. It had been quite some time since she had worked as deck crew on one of these ships. The Rebellion had given her the chance to accomplish her dream, and now she was back to proactively defend her nation under more official banners. "Fewest kill marks has to kiss a mynock," she taunted as her fighter lifted off and rushed for the void beyond the hangar maw.

A few seconds later, she was in formation with the rest of the defensive screens, keeping an eye on any disturbances from incoming enemy craft. "Here, Sithy Sithy Sithy! Come at me, bro!"

 

[Trin Gravois]

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

Lucas generally didn’t get sarcasm. Her somber brother took most of the things she said at face value. What bothered her worse was the look he gave her. Even though she knew he would be ticked off when she showed up, Trin still felt her heart sink when confronted with the burning hatred in his eyes, hatred for the world, his existence, and especially, for his sister. Trin didn’t share these feelings with her siblings. She didn’t hate people per se, she just liked it better when they weren’t around. Except for one from which she never strayed too far, the one who would possibly bring the whole building down around all of them today.

She felt Lucas’ aura begin to surge with his hatred. An attack from him was imminent. The only question was, would she be his target or his ally in this fight? She had no frakking clue. Might as well get Beskar Bob out of the way just to be on the safe side. Just as she was about to take care of him, she felt a strange shimmering in the Force, a portent of possible destruction. Sure enough, there was a cracking sound from up above. Trin raised her gaze just in time to see the catwalk supports being sliced in two by a shoto blade. With an almost-animal shriek, she dove out of the way as the catwalk plummeted to the floor, and then scrambled up to her feet. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure falling down from above. Lucas would have to take care of her.

Right. Now it was time for Beskar Bob. Trin’s head whirled to face their attacker, where he bobbed in the air, propelled by his jetpack. Her own rage was smeared across her face as she gathered the Force around her. An arm shot out, fingers splayed as she sent out another telekinetic burst, this time aimed at the armored soldier. If he did not have the means to thwart her attack he would be slammed against the wall so hard that it might even knock him unconscious. A mental whisper would weave through Lucas' brain.

Not so useless am I now, eh brother?

 

[Nolan Detta]

Location: Factory District
Objective: Destroy the Sith
Enemies: [member="Trin Gravois"] [member="Lucas Gravois"]
Allies: GR and Friends
Gear in Bio

Lucky break for the Sith as a young woman pushed him out of the way with the Force. Where there's one roach, there's bound to be more. And they were related, how cute. Now he could eliminate the whole family. The woman turned to Nolan's direction a sent forth another Force Blast. Dropping from the sky, under the attack, Nolan thudded into the dirt and changed targets, pouring bolts at the Female Sith. She may have a lightsaber, but the strength of her attack suggested a new fish. Not developed in her powers yet and would soon learn the strength of a pissed off Mandalorian outweighs the Force.

"I see you brought your sister to save you, Coward. Fine, I'll wipe your miserable family off the map in one day. Let's play!" Echoed the metallic voice. The helmet speakers rasping and grinding the sounds out. Nolan charged the girl, firing the whole way.

 

[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"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Darth Nephthys"]

"Admiral!" the detection officer shouted out. "Calamity and Veracity are detecting unidentified emissions signals! Short pulse length with low trough. Could be a warhead or small stealth craft."

The sullen face of Tålamod Shapochka glared out the viewport and gestured violently. "Shields are up and close blast doors on all hangars. Flak and point fire focus on anomaly, yes!" Multiple hundreds of defensive emplacements 'sounded off' silently, incoming from various points within the entire port-of-center flank of the Republic force and all aimed at one invisible object that would not be invisible for much longer. "Two squadrons interceptors, trace point. Track and save the emission signature, yes. No surprises for us now. None, no."

She had only given her orders mere moments before another alarming bit of news reached her ears, straight from Commander Matsui. "Admiral! Local response fleet has arrived to our rear flank! Launching multiple warheads!" There was little time for defense maneuvers. The specialized warheads opened their payload and were met with a flurry of stern flak defenses, but the point-search guns could not track them through their interference. With the Republic fleet divided into two units and a couple breakaways, the encroaching missiles could only inflict damage on a few targets. Beams of energy radiated from the two nearest the flagship's squadron of capitals and dashed against the shields, causing notable depletion on the Conviction's and Emancipation's main projections.

Admiral Shapochka's grimace was briefly interrupted by word from comms. "Watchers claim they align with Primeval warship classes. The Sith have help, too." Yes, it was indeed a good day to die hard.

Shapochka was not going to be intimidated. This was her one job; a moment she had waiting half her life to obtain. She would survive. Her fleet would survive, and her Republic would succeed. And so the admiral signaled silently to her comms officer to contact their own assistance and bring the pain for real.

Still, the left unit of the Revelation Fleet carried on, now organized vertically with Bastion leading at center and Admiral Ackbar and Emancipation just above and below its point on a plane, respectively. They were now wrapping around the gravitational horizon of the local moon and peeking out from behind its body and exposed by line-of-sight. They would not be dissuaded. "Master Raaf commands her squadron, yes. Solo resume course." She chopped her hand forward towards the fleet in the distance, frustration evident, yet with a hidden satisfaction seeping into her tone. "All long-range, fire." And that was when fifty-one hypervelocity cannons, twenty pulse turbolasers, thirty-two ion cannons, and one hundred twenty mass driver cannons all unleashed their special hell upon the Dark Blade and its bodyguard ship. The roar of the rod of Zeus could have been heard if not for the inability for sound vibrations in space as multiple hundreds of cannon flashed in their deadly glory.

To hell with the Sith.

Spoiler: Fleet Summary

Champion - Admiral Ackbar ~8% main shields loss~ > Maintain course } Fire ACS-801 Witch CIWS on HELIX warheads; Close hangar blast doors; Fire HVCs, Tyrvald-class pulse turbolasers, Rhongomyniad-class mass drivers on Helhammer Charlie (72 fighters)


Champion - Conviction ~20% main shields loss~ > Break port } Fire ACS-801 Witch CIWS on HELIX warheads; Close hangar blast doors; Fire HVCs, Tyrvald-class pulse turbolasers, Rhongomyniad-class mass drivers on Helhammer Charlie (72 fighters)
Bastion - Bastion ~2% main shields loss~ > Maintain course } Fire flak on stealth ship; Close hangar blast doors (36 fighters, 12 bombers)
Centurion - Emancipation ~20% main shields loss~ > Maintain course } Close hangar blast doors (12 fighters, 96 bombers)
Solo - Solo > Break port of Taeli's group (72 fighters, 48 bombers)
Rieekan - Calamity > Maintain course } Fire flak on stealth ship; Fire HVC on Helhammer Charlie
Rieekan - Veracity > Maintain course } Fire flak on stealth ship; Fire HVC on Helhammer Charlie
Rieekan - Deadly Diplomat > Maintain course } Fire flak on stealth ship; Fire HVC on Helhammer Charlie

Noblesse - Restitution - Taeli's command
Mothma - Inculpable - Taeli's command
Rieekan - Virtue - Taeli's command
Vinnath - Mother Goose - Taeli's command

 

[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][YOUTUBE LINK][/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.6667px]In the distance the Voice of the Dark Lord could practically [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]see[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] the flak cannons doing their work against the imaginary starfighters conjured up by the power of the White Current, because surely there wasn’t anything else to shoot at in the void of outer space? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Not with the Blackbird possessing thrust thrace dampeners, thermal dissipators and running on TibannaX fuel, not after the White Current was wrapped around its entity and hid from reality.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]No, it must have been the illusions which had been wrapped into the fabric of reality itself, to pull attention to itself while the real threat flied by and did what it came to do.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Good.” the Voice of the Dark Lord would reply with a nod. “They bought it. Bring us in now, Neph, yes that- oh lord. Oh GOD, NO, NO. STEER TO THE LEFT. AAAAAAAAAAAAAH.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Unceremoniously the Sith bellowed, his gravely voice hoarse as the hull of the flagship doomed up in front of them - with every inch of his existence did Carach think they would die right there on the spot. [/SIZE]

 

[Darth Nephthys]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Location[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: Evasive maneuvers! Crash! Get K.O'd![/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: A[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: The One Sith - [member="Darth Carach"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Enemies[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: The Republic - [member="Tålamod Shapochka"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]If Neph had been in a speaking mood, she might have said something like: “Chill, dude. I got this. I just need to adju- OH GOD NO, NO. BY ISOLDA, PLEASE. Oh, good. We are fine.” and then maybe wipe off her forehead, but the matter of the fact was that the Shield of Vahla did [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]not[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] speak. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Instead Neph’s brow furrowed in deep, deep concentration as she maneuvered them, her eyes widened a fraction when the hull of the ship suddenly materialized in front of them, the Sith angled the steer sharply to the left and [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]barely[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] avoided getting planted straight into the flagship itself. This had the consequence that their entire trajectory was wrong, controls steering out of control and the fragile stealth ship started spinning into the hangar, instead of gracefully landing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]This was when Neph would reach into the Force and do what she did best. With the starfighter completely out of her control she could only do one thing; be a shield. The entirety of her focus was on ensuring their survival in the subsequent crash. The Force would bloom around them in a sphere of protection, completely surrounding them to protect them from the bulk of the damage. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]However, when it crashed, the subsequent seconds and the force of the impact would hit her hard. They were not without consequences. Blood went trickling down Nephthys’ nose, the amount of concentration overwhelming her with the single focus to ensure her brother would remain alive. She cared little for herself, this was for a greater purpose. With a huge screeching noise it crashed into a stack of cargo crates then came to a slow stop, resting there, smoke starting to rise from the dark material of the stealthx like hull.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Her head would knock back against the starfighter’s canopy; stars erupted, and everything went dark... [/SIZE]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SnTL1L8a6YI[/youtube]​

Location: The Balmorran Arms Factory (Somewhere near the upper levels)
Objective: keel & b keel'd
Allies: The 1Siff ft. [member="Vaulkhar"]
Enemies: The People's Democratic Republic of Chazwa, and dat minx [member="Corvus Raaf"] ft. [member="Ella Nova"]
Equipment:

• Cosmetically Unique Blackblade Combat Armor Mk-III
• Sith Lightsaber

Vornskr watched as streaks of light lit up the Balmorran sky, explosions peppering distantly like fireworks against a backdrop of pitch blackness. A Blackblade soldier emerged from a nearby lift wearing the insignia of a captain, he was flanked by two guardsman and he saluted Vornskr and Vaulkhar and then proceeded to wait patiently for the Sith Lord to give him permission to speak. After a moment or two Vornskr finally turned to notice the soldier and said; "Report, captain." The soldier saluted again and spoke in a gravely voice overlaid by the metallic accent of his helmet's vocoder, "Milord, intel reports that the Republic are landing the bulk of their forces at Gorinth Canyon to the Southwest. A token force of mostly enhanced* have been reported gathering to assault the Factory, we believe that the Grandmaster is among those numbers."

"The Grandmaster..." absently mused the Sith Lord, a metallic claw coming up to inquisitively scratch the metal chin of his mask in an almost comedic sort of way. "Very good, captain. Shore up the defenses and establish choke points in the lower levels, and if you encounter the Grandmaster do not engage. She is mine." The soldier saluted again and disappeared into the lift as it began to descend down, leaving Vornskr and Vaulkhar alone atop the observation platform. He cast a glance at the lesser Sith, "That goes same for you, acolyte. The Grandmaster is mine, you can have whatever trash she brings along with her, but Raaf's head will adorn my mantle."

He returned his gaze back down the factory below, both hands gripping the support rail until his knuckles turned bone-white underneath his armor. His mind then began to search for that familiar presence...

* Enhanced is the term used by the Blackblade Guard to denote Force Sensitives.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Location: Next to Darth Vornskr
Objective: Convince [member="Ella Nova"] to watch the battle and enjoy the picnic he had packed (Turn back the GR or something).
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]; The One Sith
Equipment:

• Sith Assassin Armor
• Single bladed yellow lightsaber.

Vaulkhar raised his head and turned his attention to the Captain whom approached them. Recognizing the man's rank, Vaulkhar simply let him pass, not bothering to stop his movement. Upon receiving the salute, the blind man returned the gesture with a simple nod of his own. He listened to the Captain's words with clear interest, not entirely surprised by the words. He was expecting the Republic to land within or near the canyon, it gave a natural defense from any form of attack and allowed them to hide their forces from the prying eyes of the One Sith. Luckily, he had ordered his forward scouts to search the canyon earlier this day and report back if they had seen any Republic activity. And then boom! The report had been received.

At the mention of the Grandmaster, Vaulkhar's eyes widened slightly. It had only been a short time since his last encounter with that of the Grandmaster. Ironically enough, it was on Contruum, the planet that had initiated the counter invasion by the Galactic Republic. There the young man did battle with her Padawan while his master, [member="Vengeance"], did battle with the Grandmaster herself. It was quite the event, one the young man did not want to repeat. At hearing the words of Vornskr, he nodded his agreement.

"She is all yours, big boy. I'd much rather just sit back and watch the show."

It became rather clear Vaulkhar had no intention of fighting anyone.

 

[Allyson Locke]

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

Spoiler

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

Stopping for just a second Spencer glanced upward and noticed the army of the One Sith headed towards their way. Looking back towards the others, she noticed they also had taken notice of the oncoming forces. Spencer rolled her shoulders back a couple of times in hopes that I would somehow warm her up for the upcoming fight. No weapon drawn she continued to move forward with a couple of stretches. Her arm across her chest, held by the other arm to stretch her back and her arm muscles. She repeated the process as she continued to walk to meet whatever was headed her way. Senses remained open, but she was incapable of fully detecting what was being thrown at her.

The only thing she was able to pick up was something shifting through the force, something that was foreign to the waves that she picked up. It bent through it and in the split second she had to react, the Tutaminis master focused her energy to pull the energy from the blast into the now extremely hot ultrachrome armor. The surge of heat moved through her and without hesitation, a surge of lightning sparked from her finger tips towards the ground of the oncoming foot soldiers. There was something more than the army arriving to her and now she fully realized this. She was going to have to use her other senses and not just the one bestowed upon her from the living Force. The armor cooled and Spencer stopped moving, she felt her chest move heavily as she tried to calm her racing heart. Nothing had ever gotten that close to her, she was usually capable of feeling it come closer.

Something wasn’t right. Warm fingers pressed against her nose as she wiped away sweat that began to form on her upper lip. Whatever was coming for her – it was going to be exciting. The stress disappeared from her face, and she lit up with excitement. It seemed Ashin wasn’t the only one capable of giving the Blonde Master a work out – there was another.

 

[Vrag]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W1Zk55fQtYA&​

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Ground PvP
Allies: OS
Enemies: [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Equipment:

Spoiler

Lightsaber
Chom-Huun
Vulcan Blaster Rifle + disruptor
Vonduun Skerr Ygdris
Vonduun Skerr Dhaladii
Blorash jelly, Firejelly, Magma pebbles, Plasma eel
Thud bugs, Razor bugs, Blast bugs, Snap bugs

Well, kark me sideways and call me Corvus.

There was no breaking of bones, no screaming of dying flesh set aflame; there wasn't even the satisfying splat of a faceplant! Outrageous.

Any other thoughts of lament quickly died out in favor of a self-congratulating grin that flashed across her face when the front line of the squad she was currently using as living cover was incinerated by what seemed to be some sort of self-defense reaction of her target. Because let's face it, there was no other way the blonde could've survived a zero range blast bug explosion.

Annoying? Yes. Insurmountable? Absolutely not. Vrag hadn't come as far as she had by giving up at the first sign of a taxing obstacle. Life was a taxing obstacle, for kark's sake. What was one stray blonde on a battlefield? A blonde with impressive skill, perhaps, but she would die like all the rest regardless.

They always did.

As the soldiers before her sizzled, cooked alive in their own armor, Vrag moved laterally to flank her foe, her speed augmented with the precisely timed flex of her own muscles combined with those of the Vonduun crab. Like one, the warrior and her armor would cross the distance with but a few quick steps, bringing the tall firrerreo into the wide measure due to her massive advantage in reach. With no hesitation, the Hand would slice at the woman's exposed head as soon as she was in range, pulling the attention to her lightsaber as her front leg would kick out with a quick twist of the hips, the hard chitin boot aimed at the blonde's groin with all the might of Ygdris and Vrag combined.

Contrary to popular belief, it hurt as Nether no matter what you had down there.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Objective: PVP
Location: Near the Balmorran Arms Factory
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Nubica Felidae"] (Hittin' YOU up)

With his robes now slightly singed, Mullarus found himself about halfway to the Factory from where his starfighter crashed. Now he would have to find a new way off of Balmorra. This gave him an excuse to look for a new starship, though. Maybe one with autopilot.

As he neared the Arms Factory, he could feel the Force beginning to stack around him. There were so many Force-Sensitives nearby, it made him feel uneasy. The Republic was most-certainly here. For once, the hunted have shifted their roles and gone on the offensive.

Like how they did against my family a decade ago...

Mullarus remembered how many light-hearted conversations and lectures he shared with the beautiful halfling woman, Baralin, and how she was so fond of being less-brutal and aggressive than the average bloodthirsty sith...but today, after coming to Balmorra seeking a couple of days of rest AND having himself shot out of orbit and losing his starfighter...

Mullarus wasn't in a very nice mood. In fact, he wanted revenge today. He didnt care whom, as long as they bore the Republic symbol. A jedi, preferrably...

Just to his luck...he may feel one very close by. He reached for his lightsaber and turned around.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Objective: Kill
Location: Arms Factory… for nowtm
Allies: [member="Trin Gravois"]… for nowtm
Enemies: [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Alyona Volkovna"]
Gear: Dark Side Monkin’ up in dis bish

Lucas didn’t get many things. What he didn’t get was his sister. He didn’t need to. She existed, she’d fall with the rest of existence once he reached his final level. Okay, maybe that was a bit of trolling, but the rest of it? No. Lucas did not like the One Sith. They were a means to an end right now, that was how he was justifying working with them. They claimed they were the Sith, and they were the only suitable group out there that could do such.

Others, ones linking up with the Republic? That was just too much work, confusing and put you in a complete counter balance from your religion, as there were others heavily linked. He knew the One Sith could teach him what he needed, the basics of power, but not the basics of rage, not the basics of how to behave anywhere remotely similar to a Sith.

The One Sith was full of pretenders, dark Jedi thinking they were more than they were. The title of Darth just doled out for any situation. It was filth.

Paying little attention to the being that was using gravity as their primary form of locomotion, Lucas was getting to his feet, feeling the heat of the raw Force fold around him. It was comforting as it was stifling. Not one for small talk, Lucas preferred action. He could feel the telepathic message meant for him from his sister, and turned to greet the canner.

There was no grin to his face, no spark in his eye. Stoic expression and rage. All the thoughts of what he’d prefer to do to his sister in the sadist hole he called a mind, of what he’d do to the Sith, of what he’d do to the galaxy was translating and the being known as Lucas Gravois hurled the Force out in front of the man who was charging towards Trin. A blast that was designed to sweep from in front of Nolan and directly at him, as Lucas could observe his path, hitting the man with a blast of telekinetic energy as an Alaskan would club a baby seal.

Trin was not a weakness, but she could be a conduit for his rage.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

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

Embolded by the lack of sniper fire, or frankly any attack to the arms factory at all - at least in her vicinity - Tmoxin took her place at the window again and spied a lone figure maing his way up the flatlands, hooded with a mask covering his face. A Republic Jedi. They had landed. Her heart drummed a quicker beat, her adrenaline spiking.

Tmoxin whirled away from the window and took the repulsorlift down, not waiting for Darth Pyrrhus. Impatiently tapping her foot while she descended, the Hapan Dark Jedi was eager to face this solitary warrior before he got close enough to burrow himself into the factory somehow. Exiting the repulsorlift, she slipped out of one of the exits and crouched behind a deactivated defense turret. With telekinesis, Tmoxin began to swirl the flatlands dust around his figure, attempting to cloud his vision and provide a distraction. It wouldn't be the type of mighty Force-created dust storm she witnessed during the battle of Geonosis. However, it would be enough to send grit and particles into unsuspecting eyes and clog his airway.

 

[Allyson Locke]

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

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http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Harrowbaneseeds, Ultrachrome Armor, Basic Lightsaber, Melted Twinkies Sweets x 3

The smell of cooked flesh wasn’t something Spencer particularly enjoyed, though there were a few that actually enjoyed it. Well, Spencer though quietly on the matter figuring that the smell of a bantha steak appealed to more than just a handful of people. The vegan was something of a unicorn in the dining aspect of the galaxy. She did regret leaving the drop ship without her lunch box. Despite her mind being on dinner, she remained well aware of her surroundings. The front line of the army that decided to become someone’s dinner for later fell and she was put on instant high alert. There was more than met the eye right now.

Scanning quickly she picked up on the large beastly creature that appeared out of no where. Well that was one mystery solved for the day. It was most likely that things thing(?) was the culprit to have thrown that explosive that she couldn’t sense within the Force. That was the next mystery to be solved, but first she needed to not get her head sliced off. The weapon was a Lightsaber and with quick reflexes honed under the brutal training of several of her tutors, the woman brought up her guard and once again focused on drawing in the energy of the weapon and blocking it from slicing through her arm and face. The energy absorbed would gather at the palm of her other hand which was pointed towards the ground. In a quick burst of the force she pushed herself backwards creating distance again between her and the Sith.

Spencer waved the arm she had blocked with and blew on the slightly red armor. The Tutaminis Master narrowed her eyes and took in what was happening. Whatever this was, it was something that she couldn’t sense with her connection. Time to deduce what was going on here. What was wonderful about being against the One Sith or being around Sith again in general was the never ending source of Dark Side energy. Empathy played its part and Spencer was able to use the emotions she felt around her to fuel small constructs of spears of midnight black, the three invisible roughly 10cm x 5cm formed and were soon launched with the flick of her wrist towards her opponent. She needed to see how the woman moved and reacted before she could do anymore. The fun of feeling out your opponent started now, a hand quickly moved to the inside of her robes to feel the sweets, which were now squished and melted.

Internally, Spencer screamed with rage. ​

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[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

Even as he continued to cast the powerful Sith magic, arcanity born from the ancients, out of his peripheral vision the young Hand noticed that the Jedi Master had spotted him. He would deal with that whelp in a moment. First, Sage needed to reinforce the illusions, lest the padawan break its stygian hold over him.

Callous laughter bubbled up from Sage’s throat, first from the futile, soothing words weaving through the padawan’s mind. His laughter reached a crescendo as the padawan turned and lunged at his Master, swinging his saber towards the older Jedi. Attempting to tighte the hold he had over the young boy’s mind, he pressed emotional illusions into the other man’s cerebral cortex, fear, paranoia, even insanity. Sage slowly wrapped the vision in a tangle of psychological chaos, black holes of madness into which the padawan might slip and fall. Sage had broken minds before, like that of Sith Acolyte Trystis Ray who had disobeyed him during the Rebel terror attack on Coruscant. Ray still had not fully recovered.

Once he was satisfied with the sick tapestry he had woven, the illusionist focused some of his attention on the Jedi Master below him. He could not split his focus completely, as Sith illusions took a heroic amount of focus, however, the cunning predators attached to the Sith Lord, those of his tentacled Vong arm, could act of their own accord without a massive amount of mental effort. With a simple, wordless command, Sage ordered the amphistaves to lash out like whips, hurling themselves towards the presumably distracted Jedi Master. The creature’s leathery black tendrils were out of striking range, but their poison was not. In the next instant, all three fanged heads of the serpentine creatures sprayed blinding poison at both the Master and the Padawan. If the poison hit either men, it would soak through their pores, enter their bloodstream, interfering with circulation and oxygen supply. If it landed in their eyes, it could blind them.