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

[Vrag]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7LUm-E4GPU8​

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

The Hand of the Dark Lord would've thought the situation quite ridiculous at that point, had she been any less busy with dueling someone who was clearly a veritable master of the Force. Compared to the blonde, Vrag suddenly felt as if she were but a small child trying to leave her mark on the impervious marble skin of a looming sculpture of a hero from some bygone era. But unlike the child she had once been, the adult would not lash out; she refused to give into the sweet whispers of the anger suffusing her being, pulsating dark and ravenous at all the poisonous, wretched manipulation it was being subject to.

Whoever the blonde was, she was fast, and possibly quite furious. It was hard to tell, and it wasn't like Vrag was paying much attention to her foe's feelings. Don't get her wrong, though; she absolutely adored people who were all mushy inside. Made it so much easier to eviscerate them quickly and efficiently. Now, even if the blonde was one such person, her armor was clearly crafted from something that could hold its own against the searing blade of her lightsaber. Just as well.

No dice on the groin shot, alas.

Range, again. Her free hand would snap past her side twice in quick succession, muscles flexing as she lobbed two bugs at the blonde; a snap bug fist, aimed at the ground before the woman rather than her body proper, followed up by the ever-green nang hul with just enough pause that her opponent would already be blinded. And you can't block what you can't see… which was unfortunately true in the reverse as well.

The spears that the blonde had crafted from the Force were utterly invisible to the firrerreo, and even if she were less engrossed in trying to bring her enemy down, the Sith couldn't hope to stand against the might her adversary wielded in space-magic. Vrag was skilled in the corporeal, not the ethereal, and therefore only gasped slightly as one of the spears glanced past the inside of her left knee, tearing the topmost layer of armorweave protecting the silver flesh underneath. The firrerreo would remain forever ignorant of the other two projectiles as they dissipated back into the living Force upon encountering the reeling plates of her Skerr Ygdris.

 

[Keira Priest]

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

The speech hadn't been necessary in the first place, but now was no time to argue that. Each of them had their jobs to do, and it seemed that once again Keira would be taking the immediate offensive. The orange blade of her saber flashed into existence with a snap-hiss, and she took a moment to calculate the position of each guard in relation to both them and the two Sith. Spinning the blade once she let it fly with a flick of the wrist, carefully controlling the arc so that if the strike connected it would kill each guard consecutively. Within the next second the weapon was called back into her palm, her attention once more turning to the fight that lay ahead.

Once again she drew energy into her core, this time of a far less refined sort than the careful touch that had been required to control her plasma blade. It was still carefully gleaned, but the feeling that accompanied it was far more unrestrained, similar to her own general attitude. Without so much as a second thought she released it in a wave towards the two Sith, one that would hopefully at the very least unbalance them. She had learned not to expect anything more damaging than that, given that these individuals were just as much Masters of the Force as herself. Whatever refinement she possessed they could no doubt match just as easily. Such was the way of things.

The vornskr were an adversary not overlooked, and one regarded as a nuisance. Once before she had encountered the creatures, one of them having been present in a past clash with a Mandalorian. They weren't entirely unfamiliar, but a variable she would have much rather done without, all things considered. However, it was far too late to back out, and she was already invested in this fight. Might as well make the best of it. Her blade droned absently through the air, the tip shifting until it was leveled at the Countess' throat even from this distance, an unspoken challenge by itself. Briefly she glanced to the Jedi that accompanied her, speaking only two words, "Just fight."

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: The Balmorran Arms Factory
Objective: Defeat Vaulkhar
Allies: Corvus Raaf
Enemies: Darth Vornskr, Vaulkhar

| [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] |

Ella Nova charged into the Balmorran Arms Factory, fighting through the One Sith's defenses to reach the upper levels. The blue light of her lightsaber had become a weapon of death among the flashes of turbolaser, alongside the explosions raining down from grenades and other weapons used by the Republic and Sith forces.

Here, in this moment, it was easier to see the Sith's narrow viewpoint that peace was a lie. Death filled the Balmorran Arms Factory quickly, becoming an overbearing presence to the Jedi Knight's own senses; and this was impressive, seeing that half of the galaxies munitions had been constructed here.

For a mind that had been fractured by the Battle of Coruscant nearly a decade ago, combined with watching the Galactic Republic being decimated by the imperial war machine ever since, Ella Nova had entered the hell that Dark Lords of the Sith had been trying to sentence the Jedi Order for centuries.

A lull formed in the fighting of the upper levels. The pathway leading to the factories controls had opened. Ella rushed to take the opportunity, to stop the fighting as quickly as she could. The Jedi were not here to destroy or cause death, but to liberate Balmorra.

Before she even begun her run, however, a man appeared before the Jedi Knight, blocking her way. Lifting her hazel eyes onto Vaulkhar, Ella Nova contorted her face into a look of determination. Nobody was going to stop her. Failure wasn't an option. The Republic needed this win. She was going to give them one.

 

[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

Lash looked up from the reports he had been glancing at reports from his crew. The time was dragging by and Lash knew it was getting close to time to leave. He knew if they waited any longer they could be too late to be of any help, but he had his orders. Orders that were impressed upon him and under no circumstance was he to deviate from them. Indeed the wait was over, he watched the indicator on his console turn green and a series of orders scrolled across his command consoles display.

"Captain Krist, It is time. Inform the group we will be jumping to hyperspace in five minutes."

"Aye sir." Answered the Termagants commanding officer as he began making the calls tot he commanders of the other vessels. Lash sat back and calmed his mind. He was sure the battle ahead would be fierce. He wanted to be relaxed and at his best for what was to come. The time passed by rapidly and as one the six ships jumped to hyperspace inbound for Balmorra and the Sith fleet.

Summary

Spoiler

*Group Jumping into hyperspace en route to Balmorra.

 

[Enoch Zambrano]

Ojective: Murduur....
Location: Balmoran Arms Factory
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Sage Bane"], @Vrag. The One Sith
Enemies: Y'all filthy 'pubs
Gear: One lightsaber, Infantry Armor MK-II, w/o helmet, cause, that's lame. And of course, good looks.

Enoch smiled as he walked next to Greta. His fellow Sith moved as if she barely noticed him, and he doubted she did. This Zambrano didn't act with same sheer destruction that his father did. No. The destructive battle going on around them sent shivers down his spine. He let the fear and anger of the battle roll over him like a burst of adrenaline. With his eyes closed, he took a deep breath, smelling the scent of battle. It was glorious to him, and he was ready to fight someone, be it a Jedi or Sith, he wanted blood. The Enoch that walked beside Darth Noxia was not the Enoch she would be used to. Something in that moment about him was different, he almost looked different. A deep fire blazed in his eyes, ready to burn a path across the planet.

In the Force, he seemed different. His presence was massive, and purely malevolent. What triggered this state, she wouldn't know, and Enoch had no clue either. In fact, Enoch wasn't even aware of the battle raging around him. He was trapped somewhere deep within, sleeping. Upon the next morning, he would even remember the fight, because he'd never been there. The creature that stood in Enoch's place was, at the battle, and he was thirsty for blood, for he rarely saw the light of day. As he followed Greta around the corner, he spoke. His voice didn't sound the same; it was deeper, colder, and had a scent of the Force pushed into it. It would almost reverberate around in her mind.

"Come. Let the Hands deal with this filth."​

 

[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 watched as the battle raged throughout the factory. So many Sith and Jedi had been gathered to this location for the specific purpose of battle, and it greatly amused the young blind man. Though his gaze was covered by a simple brown blindfold, he witnessed and noticed everything that went on around him. He noticed when his half-brother, [member="Enoch Zambrano"] entered the Factory alongside other Sith. He noticed when troopers of the Jedi and the Sith alike fell to the opposing side. And he noticed when the Jedi, Ella, entered into the factory. It was clear from the moment she entered she sought to find her way up to the platform. Whether it was to meet him or Vornskr in battle, he did not know. But her very movements were beautiful.

The way she moved in the midst of battle was that of a skilled warrior. Though he did not count her his equal, he was sure she was skilled enough to cross sabers with him in battle and hold her own. Then again, he did not consider many his equal since his recent duels with the likes of Lord Ferus or Vengeance, but that mattered not. As she moved closer towards the platform, Vaulkhar began to unpack his small basket. He set a small blanket down beneath him before sitting upon it, legs crossed. His lightsaber was lain across his lap.

It was at the moment he was moving to sit did the Jedi Knight, Ella, make her way up the stairs to the platform. He paid her no heed, and instead continued to set up his miniature picnic. Upon the blanket was a small plate in the center, with several slices of fresh bread upon it. The bread was buttered and toasted, pretty tasty or something. A small pitcher of water, along with two cups beside it were visible to the Knight. Vaulkhar poured himself a cup of water, along with a cup for Ella. Utilizing the force he gently moved it through the air towards a spot beside him. He set it down and motioned for her to join him.

"I have a proposition for you, Jedi. One you might like; or at least I hope you like it."

 

[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

As the winds picked up Xander bent his head down putting his head over the mask of the armor thankful it was there to help keep out the dirt and grit. The more time that passed the more time he seemed to like the armor. He closed his eye tightly trying to keep them clean and clear. His eyes started to water. Some of the dirt had gotten in during the opening second. Xander knew nothing about the planet so not knowing whether or not it was normal he made a quick decision. He focused just a hair through the force. He picked some up something but could not quiet pinpoint. Quickly opening his eyes he aimed and pulled the trigger towards the largest structure in front of him before quickly closing his eyes again.

Xander cough before his pushed forward in the direction of the building entrance. He held hope he remembered where the entrance was....it was not like buildings could move could they.

 

[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"] and [member="Kala Maedrin"]
Gear: 1 blast vest, one lightsaber (blue), 1 cortosis imperial knight glove, some fresh duds.

With the Guards being taken care of by Keira a wild bolt of trained and deadly lightening hit Rexus' hardened force barrier and caused him to slide back as if a speeder had hit his wall while carrying a ton of bricks in trunk. Blocking that hit took some energy out of him but he was able to keep the barrier up and disperse the lightnings energy into the air with various crackles and snaps. Now that blaster fire had ceased due to a lack of heads to fire at them it was just Keira, himself, and the two Sith. Give or take a few Vornskr's but hey who was counting in the first place. So Rexus chuckled a bit to himself and wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead as he smiled with genuine happiness.

"That was interesting." He said as he activated his saber once more with a snap hiss.

"You know you could of been a doctor or a lawyer, your parents would be so disappointed in your life choices." He stated as he adjusted his straw hat upon his head.

"It's not to late you know, no one grows up wanting to be this." he said gesturing his hand to the surrounding area.

Grey drab walls and lifeless urban decor, an arms factory wasn't supposed to be cheerful but this was just depressing. But it was less about the visual of things and more of the spiritual essence of it all. The taint of the darkside was everywhere. Fear, anger, rage, hate, all of it there just a pain to feel. It was something that hopefully the woman could see, maybe she could feel just how much pain there was. And while a Sith could feed off that and let the darkside flow through them it was corrupting in nature.

"Don't make me do this kid." He said as he leveled his saber to the woman from a good ten meters away.

Because no matter how good your intentions were to begin with the dark side would twist you. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, hell maybe not even for years down the road. But someday you would look in the mirror and see something you didn't like, and you would see all the red that was stained on your soul. And that was something you couldn't wash away.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

OBJECTIVE: PVP- Crush Peeps
LOCATION: Balmorra Arms Factory
ALLIES: GR Folks + Allies
ENEMIES: OS Bubs {[member="Reverance"]}

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

ARMOR:

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

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

GRENADES:

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

BLASTERS:

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

MELEE:

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

OTHER:

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

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUgnItwbnEk[/media]
The Mad Merc felt a twinge of something in her chest. An anger, perhaps. Here she was, on a once-beautiful world, there to tear it apart. Both of her hands clenched tight around her rifle. There were enemies close by. People she had come to kill so that they couldn't kill her. That felt ironic to her. She had to cause deaths to prevent other deaths. In other words, she thought, I'm going to war.

Another feeling dwindled inside of her. Fear, maybe. Dying once hadn't been that bad. The second time had been both better and worse. It had come quicker, but it had come with more of a sing. Coming back to life, aye, that's the worst part. Ven had denied Chaos of its prize twice now. If she found herself dead once more, well, she doubted her ability to come back from that. Even with Circe's assistance. So maybe she was afraid of the Grim Reaper. No, she told herself, I'm scared of wasting my last chance at existence.

A logical fear. A reasonable one.

Yet part of her still felt pathetic as she marched towards the factory. Well, perhaps 'ran' or 'jetted' was a more accurate term. Seeing as her squad was equipped with Revenant armor, they were able to move quickly towards their target. None of them really seemed to by in sync, however, with each other or the rest of the army. Might as well call us the expendables. We aren't exactly the sharpest swords in the shop, she thought with a frown. Rag-tag groups rarely worked as well as the holo-vids would make one think.

By the time they were just a minute's walk from the entrance the group had split up completely. Blasterfire from enemies had scattered them while the more impulsive soldiers had rushed forward. Ven found herself using the butt of her rifle to bash a few skulls in. Getting inside the building would be a challenge. There were still plenty of warriors on the outside, and she didn't feel like trying a death-run past them. At least not yet...

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Objective: Fleeting.
Location: Aboard 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

"It seems their fleet is assaulting the Sith forces. Should we maneuver to reinforce them?" This time the woman's voice was directed towards Catalys rather than Executor Alet, the acting captain's eyes narrowed towards the Umbaran agent.

Catalys kept his eyes shut, "No," the word was hardly louder than a whisper. The entire bridge went silent. "...They are our allies, Catalys," Alet's footsteps echoed against the metallic floor as the aged man approached the Exemplar. "How would they react to this?" He spoke with a commanding presence. "We're behind their fleet, yes? Attack them. Attack them with everything we've got. AXIOS, calibrate all weapons to fire." The A.I. didn't even respond, yet on all the data screens for the weapons officers was proof the A.I. took orders from him, and not Alet.

"Damn it, Maijora, this is my ship!"

"I wouldn't be so ready to throw your life away, Alet."

"Weapons calibrated. Concentrating on their weakest vessels would be the wisest course of action."

The Primeval fleet continued its pursuit on the Republic vessels. "Fire," with the order given a total of twelve HELIX warheads fired against the Republic fleet as the initial assault. Arriving shortly afterwards in barrage format were three hellbore cannons, forty heavy long-range turbolaser cannons, and twenty-four heavy long-range ion cannons. "We're approaching standard ranges, weapon calibrations are ready for the next wave. We have time to initiate a pre-phase." The officer looked to Catalys. "Jam their communications, I want each of those ships to operate independently. Keep their targeting computers down. Unless they have EW ships to counter our own or Gods' grace they're hopelessly outmatched."

"Exemplar. I have queried data pertaining to all past engagements... It is my conclusion that their fleet tactics match reports from a battle with an unknown entity seven years ago. Specifically one commander of a Star Destroyer. I am processing this and current data to build a tactical profile of the opposing commander." Always useful to have such an advanced system aboard the ship. "Long-range scanners report inbound fleet. Origins unknown; activating gravity well projector." Although they were already near Balmorra, the abnormal presence of a second well may pull the incoming fleet away from their intended destination, or at least out of range of the Primeval fleet should their goal be to flank.

Spoiler: Actions

>Firing twelve HELIX warheads for spread against Republic fleet.
>Firing one hellbore, ten heavy long-range turbolasers, and six heavy long-range ion cannons upon Conviction.
>Firing on hellbore, ten heavy long-range turbolasers, and six heavy long-range ion cannons upon Emancipation.
>Firing one hellbore, ten heavy long-range turbolasers, and six heavy long-range ion cannons upon Admiral Ackbar.
>Firing ten heavy long-range turbolasers and six heavy long-range ion cannons upon Bastion.
>Approaching standard attack range against enemy fleet.
>Continuing electronic and cyber warfare against enemy fleet.
>Activating communications jamming upon enemy fleet in attempt to force them to operate independently.
>Activating gravity well projector.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: Upper Levels of the Balmorran Arms Factory
Objective: PVP
Allies: Corvus Raaf
Enemies: Darth Vornskr & Vaulkhar

| [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] |

It was probably one of the most peculiar things to happen since the start of the war. Then again, someone like Darth Vornskr was probably used to seeing the peculiar in moments of battle. Like that one time he watched a Sith Lord sit in the middle of duel to become the Dark Lord of the Sith, during the infamous Thronebreaker incident.

But to stumble across another Sith sat and ready to engage in a light spot of lunch before war, almost brought a wry smile to Ella Nova. Almost. If not the fact that the fate of Balmorra hung on the shoulders of herself, the Jedi Grandmaster and the other valiant attackers of the Galactic Republic, then she probably would have tried to engage Vaulkhar in his picnic, whilst trying to point out all that was wrong with his affiliation to the One Sith and the dark side of the Force.

Unfortunately for Ella, Vaulkhar and the picnic, the Jedi Knight was determined to complete her mission. She made to run past Vaulkhar and ascend into the operations area of the Balmorran Arms Factory. At her side was her trusted side kick, Arsix. She would defend her astromech, whilst it tapped into the factories systems and turned the tide of the battle.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective: PVP
Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Allies: GR, [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"]

[media]https://youtu.be/ePnjB7jTmxs[/media]​

The image of [member="Sage Bane"] up on the catwalk immediately gave Mantic a cold shiver. His dark presence was far more powerful then those lesser one he had detected previously. Mantic had meant to turn to his padawan and instruct him on how they should proceed, they had to work as a team if they were going to best this one.
But as his eyes shifted he picked up something strange in the force and he hesitated for a moment. It was all the time that the sith lord needed and suddenly [member="Aston Jacobs"] saber came slashing toward him.

"No!" ​

Mantic yelled and barely, but with help from his precognition, managed to raise his own green saber to parry the blow. ​

"What are you doing!?!" he roared over the clash of the deadly sabers. While Mantic had experienced sith illusions before and he had learnt to defend against them, the cunning [member="Sage Bane"] had not directed therm at him but his padawan instead. Mantics first thought was therefore not that his padawan was affected by an illusion but rather that he either was controlled or maybe turned to the dark side somehow without him noticing it - A third possible and equally horrifying thought was that this was yet another long term sith plot. Could it be that his padawan was a placed sith assassin.

No, that was impossible? Or..?

Mantic quickly pulled back his saber and took the soresu form.

His guts still told him to not take anything for granted and thus he began a defensive fight against his own padawan who pressed the attack with several quick and precise attacks. At the same time the twisted arm arm of [member="Sage Bane"] warped into a three headed snake darting forth spewing toxin toward them.
Sensing that there was something amiss with this entire situation Mantic focused on putting up a protective barrier, a shield fro both himself and [member="Aston Jacobs"]
The venom hit air and dripped down on the floor with a a hissing sound as it never reached its intended targets.
However, while splitting his focus on holding up this rather large shield as well as manage the fight with his saber he did only manage to protect himself, and no attempt to hurt or put out his padawan was made, no words to aid his padawan break free was given either, as of yet.

The surprise of it all and the multiple attacks raining down on him gave Mantic little respite to figure out what exactly was affecting his padawan apart from that he sensed a darkness in him that had not been there previously.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Objective: Win, win and…win
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Mullarus"]
Equipment: None
Theme: Roar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACYI5QpiUPs

She saw him — he seemed a most likely opponent. Even for a Padawan could feel the darkness within him — especially at this close proximity.

He turned to face her. No doubt fuelled by passion and expecting to see a Jedi desperately clinging to a semblance of calm. Except she wasn’t at peace and wasn’t trying to be.

Instead she was focussing on her aggression. Yes there was a great risk with Vaapad — but the Masters on Ossus had allowed her to progress with her training and she was here after all, wasn’t she?

So she opened the gates that restrained her inner darkness. Unlike many Jedi, she would enjoy the fight; tot give herself over to the thrill of battle. The rush of winning. Vaapad is a path that leads through the penumbra of the dark side…This is Vaapad's ultimate test.

Her saber snapped into her palm and with a satisfying snap-hiss it ignited — the purple hue the result of a gift from her Master — a flawless crystal he’d once owned and given to her. She could feel something akin to the beating of a heart as the crystal resonated in accordance with her access to the Force.

She wasn’t just ready — she was born ready.

“I am a prophet. And do you know what I foresee? You…bleeding.”

Without warning, Nubica rushed forward, her blade ascending diagonally from right to left in a long, swift arc. Looking to press her advantage, her saber then arced up from left to right. She then broke off the half-completed sequence and settled back into the ready position.

The first exchange was often telling…

 

[Aston Jacobs]

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


Aston shook his head again, as he raised a hand as if trying to swat at the poison that was coming his way but it was stopped by an invisible shield and it dropped to the floor. The Jedi padawan's hand rose to his head again, he was better than this, stronger than this. He knew it, he knew who he was, and who he wasn't. The Jedi Padawan heard his Master voice, and he felt his presence. There was another presence there too, it was the darkside of the force, a strong presence. That is what was messing with his mind, Aston closed his eyes and centered himself with the force, taking in several deep breaths.

Ignoring the flailing arms and manifestations that were supposedly coming at him. Images flashed through his mind, that of his Master, of his twin sister [member="Spencer Jacobs"], his mother [member="Satara Hawk"], and of his recently deceased father. A light that swirled around him had darkened but now it was coming full circle as he took another deep breath. His mind clearing itself of the darkness with the help of his own powers, however low in power it may be, would always overcome the darkness. He felt the power lessen, as if he was ceasing the attack, or perhaps it was being diverted for something else.

The Jedi Padawan re-gripped his lightsaber as he opened his eyes slowly, glancing around and while there was still a blanket of darkness that seemed to be shrouding the area, Aston saw his master, not some demonic or ghastly apparition. His Master Mantic Dorn, and his eyes drifted to that of the Sith. "That's a nice trick." Aston said with a small nod as he got into a defensive stance. Astons right foot moved back as his left stayed forward slightly. While it was possible that his mind could get affected again, he was more aware this time around.

"Forgive me, Master Dorn." Aston said, as he took another deep breath, beads of sweat showing across his brow, while breaking through for the moment required a great of energy and concentration on his part.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective: PVP [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Location: Balmorra arms factory [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies: The One Sith | [member="Kala Maedrin"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Enemies: The Galactic Republic |[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] @[/SIZE]Keira Ticon | [member="Rexus Drath"]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Gear: Spidersilk / Shimmersilk dress. Lightsaber foil (waterproof and no dimetris circuits) Class! Vornskr pack of 12 for npc flavor~[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]A click of her tongue would send the trained Vornskrs in hunting mode, spreading away from Cyrena and Kala in pairs of two, six to the left and six to the right. A curl of her lip would send the radient sphere of energy conjured up earlier by the Countess not at the duo, but indirectly by striking at nearby stacks of fuel barrels. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]With this, the strike would make the barrels explode, spreading a burst of shrapnel, liquid burning fuel, and fire across their direction and the floor. As the ball was cast, a sphere of energy would immediately bloom in front of the Sith Ladies. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]It would take the bulk of the impact, but two of the pups were caught in the blast. Whimpers and loud yelps would be heard as they got knocked back, crashing against the nearby wall. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“My babies!” This only would invoke more of Cyrena’s anger, a deep growl erupting from her lips. [/SIZE]“Arrrgh!”

 

[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.

For a moment it had seemed Ella was more than willing to stop and enjoy the picnic with him, had the circumstances been different of course. Sadly, it was not the case. The woman stood without moving for a few seconds before once more setting off. This time around, the woman was heading in the general direction of both Vornskr and the operations facility within the weapons factory upon Balmorra. He simply wanted to avoid conflict while bringing another out of it, to make the battle much less trouble for the Sith and Jedi alike. But it appeared he could not do that.

"Pity."

The single word to himself was filled with remorse, though it did not stop his following actions. Vaulkhar stood up and sent his hand out. Open palmed and focusing upon the Droid, Vaulkhar would make a simple attempt to lift the little creature and send it hurtling through the air towards the lower level of the factory. Upon finishing he'd turn his attention back to Ella and shake his head slightly.

"I'd much rather avoid combat with you, as it's never been my forte to battle those with such beauty, but I cannot let you further into the factory. I'm afraid we will have to duel, and you will have to defeat me, if you desire to move further into the Factory."

Vaulkhar slowly stood up, his lightsaber floating upward with his movements, before stopping at shoulder level. The blind Sith grasped a hold of it before performing a Makashi Salute, to the Jedi. He brought his saber up flicking his wrist his fingers turned towards his own face before flicking it back bringing the blade down the tip a few inches from his leg the tip barely an inch off the ground.

 

[Alyona Volkovna (Алёна)]

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

Last Action Taken

Alyona watched the Beskar-clad man engaged the woman and her male companion. Alyona stayed back for a time, waiting for an opportune moment to engage. The woman attempted to push the man aside using an extension of the Force, though the Mandalorian only taunted the girl in exchange. Alyona continued to consider the pair, the raging male and the diminutive, but determined woman. She felt a familial bond existed between them, though the male didn't seem particularly capable of bonding with much through the tidal waves of emotion that emanated from his presence in the Force. She opened herself to the Force's currant just enough to center herself combatively, remembering what had happened at Jakku and endeavoring to remain at balance with herself. Corvus' teachings had begun to settle in over the months, and her personality was rubbing off as well. Alyona waited for the prime moment, and when Lucas lashed out at [member=Nolan Detta], she struck.

The Jedi woman came in from Lucas' 7 o'clock, leaping out from behind a support pillar, the brilliant green-white blade of Luke Skywalker's lightsaber glaring fiercely in her hands. She held the blade close to her hip, thrusting forward with the tip to Lucas' exposed backside. She would land just behind the man, intent on driving him through, though any significant interruption would send Alyona rolling behind Lucas and back onto her feet some meters away to face the distraction (likely Trin).

 

[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]"Sorry, darlin’" the Siren sang over the cackling of the electrical discharge coursing through her skin. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]She just couldn’t[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] help[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] herself, to sing was to live, to [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]live was to kill[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] and that was how Kala had been for a very, very long time. No Jedi Master would be able to wrap his silk tongue around a mind to smooth it over - some minds weren’t meant to be healed, some minds were simply… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]born[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] darkened and corrupted to the core.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]As the Countess of Bathory lashed out with the manifestation of her hatred, Kala let go of her passion, of her [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]desire[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px], of her song and hope - the lightning escaped the reach of her hand, where it flew off in the direction of the two Jedi Masters. But before it could reach, it did something… peculiar, it mixed and danced itself into the Countess’ spellborn projectile: not something that Kala had ever seen before, but it filled her with so much… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]delight.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“I am already beyond your healing reach~”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Red filled her eyes and even the pained yelps of the vornskr babes couldn’t touch her no more.[/SIZE]

 

[Eliza Lunelle]

LOCATION: BALMORRAN SPACE
OBJECTIVE: A / VALKYRIE SQUADRON, MOVING ON A VERY DAFT TWI'LEK [member="Sannika Brynn"]

Allies: [member="Thanith Gumara"] [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Tålamod Shapochka"]

Those twelve needles split the sea of silence.

A spider's web of capital ships, woven from star to star; bow and stern, turbolaser fire tore great golden lines a hundred thousand meters along. But from the cockpit, there was only breathing. Inhaling, and exhaling. The rumble of engines quaking through crash webbing. Inhaling, and exhaling. The bleep of radars. Inhaling and exhaling. Life and death at sublight speed.

"<Delta-T forms. Wing.>" Valkyrie 6 roared across the shadow of a vast nebula. "<All guns warm and ready to put the 'Pubs to bed.>"

"<Possible fighter movements. 11 O'clock, bow. Just the one? No visual.>"

Lone fighter movement? Eliza didn't like that at all. Something dangerous, or someone dangerously stupid.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: En route to the Balmorran Arms Factory
Objective: To boogie
Allies: Natural rhythm
Enemies: Dat [member="Darth Vornskr"] and anyone with two left feet
Theme: I love to boogie…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkZQXhEMC08

Corvus sensed a presence she hadn’t felt since…Cularin. Few Sith were as powerful as Darth Vornskr — and the cloying sense of the Dark-side pervaded the area. But this had his particular stench.

Her first encounter with him had been on Kashyyk. Her abiding memories were of the Sith Lord smashing her ankle and having to fight…was it three Lords and a Knight all by herself?

And then Cularin. One Lord, one Knight and one Acolyte. All against her. And her ankle was broken again. There was a pattern emerging.

So she glanced around to see if there were any Sith Lords hiding in the broom closet. There was an Acolyte but he seemed to be distracted by a Jedi that she knew well.

So she advanced on the Sith Lord — his aura a beacon to her senses. And before long she saw him and bowed courteously.

“All by yourself?” she asked? “I must say, this was is much cosier. Plus you can surrender without anyone seeing — save some face. And is that a new bonnet?”