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

[Reverance]

Objective: PVP
Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]
Equipment:

Spoiler

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIvSXocE6YY

He heard that click, the signal that the door was opening. That hiss, that simmer of air and the bending of light around the temperature change, he stared down at his voxyn hand and flexed it beneath the war-torn armor. Even as the soldiers moved in to the fray, attempting to encircle him with their ignorance, he studied his palm and continued to flex the fingers in and out.

"Down on the ground, now!"

He smirked, his head bobbing as he looked up towards the commanding officer. "That's unfortunate." He looked up to the man. "Last words...and you waste them."

The man didn't wait for the Sith Lord to act, depressing the trigger as the bolts sprayed out from the muzzle with a flash. Jumping with a twist mid air, the bolts fired beneath him towards a malfunctioning droid as it toppled over. Mid air, with a gesture from his free hand, the Amphistaff jumped out from the cloak and bit hard on the unarmored throat of the soldier. With a yank, Gabriel pulled him with the aid of the Amphistaff, clinging to the mans throat with his Voxyn hand. He could feel the cold shiver running down the spines of his comrades. "Well...shoot me." Gabriel said, sadistically, moving the soldier back and forth as he allies raised their arms. "Truly...you don't think you can save him...do you?" He looked the man in the visor. "Given the chance, I'm not sure even I could..." The toxins were moving now, far too close to the carotid artery to be stopped. The man was dead, he just didn't know it yet.

With a tightening of his grip and a twist of the wrist, the man dropped to the ground, absent a larynx. Gabriel looked down at the man, his comrades struck by the awe. "He wasn't worthy of that pain. Neither are you." Dropping the piece of flesh, Gabriel acted preemptively, force pushing the firing blaster of the next opponent to his left, sending bolts into his nearby friend. With a hand gesture, the Amphistaff leaped out with the grace of a whip, striking the next soldier across the surface of his helmet. The impact sent him flipping over, dead or unconscious. Either were fine, Gabriel was done wasting his time on the worthless. And for those lacking worth, there was only one left, and he was running for his life. Smart, but too late.

One last gesture, the weapon turns into a spear, as Gabriel flung it just as the soldier turned. The weapon caught him in the side, pinning him to the metal wall. Throwing up his cowl, the Sith Lord walks slowly over to the man and pressed a finger to the whimpering lips. "This is the most important moment of your life. Don't waste it." He yanked the amphistaff from the wall and wound, it responded by crawling back up the arm to hide beneath the robe. The soldier hit the ground with a thud, bleeding out profusely and wailing. With a smile, the Wrath was on his way, to find himself something worth killing.

 

[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.

Rexus frowned at the woman's words, he wish he could of helped her. But if she was unwilling to change he couldn't do so, he had to just accept her for who she was and if what she was, was inherently evil she had to be destroyed. So as Rexus was about to go on the offensive that was quickly struck down by the sickening feeling of the darkside being unleashed immediately caused Rexus to react to the attack that was the dark side of the force. So grabbing extending his hands once again he focused in his power and didn't have time to make this a pretty working like he had done before, this was rushed, sloppy, and filled with lots of unfocused energy.

The wild barrier snapped up just in time covering himself and [member="Keira Ticon"] from the explosion that had boomed out from the woman's attack. Covering that the barrier began to snap and grow unstable with the amount of power it had taken to quickly force it up. But what did was the lightning, when it struck the wild mixture of fire, force energy, kinetic energy, the barrier snapped and exploded from how unstable it was.

A very large shockwave of physical force and force energy boomed out in every direction like a bomb that had just gone off in the center of the floor. It had enough energy to stun or potentially kill the Vornskr, the Sith, and even themselves. With the energy of three master level force users at work it was enough to kill the average man. So when the barrier exploded Rexus went flying backwards his back slamming into a concrete wall and the back of his precious straw hat crumpling up in the rear.

With the wind knocked out of him and probably some internal hemorrhaging he coughed as a thick cloud of soot and dust rained down from the air. Taking a moment to get everything going he couldn't see what had happened to Keira or the Sith but his world spun from the sheer magnitude of the blast.

"Can we just clash swords yet! Cause this is getting ridiculous!" He said as he dusted off his suit.

"Ugh Sabrina is going to have a hissy fit about this." he said referring to his suit and hat.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbireii6Y3Y[/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

He breathed in deeply, sucking air through his mask's respirator and into his lungs before exhaling in a manner that conveyed slightly annoyance at Corvus' last remark. "I am never alone, Jedi. The Dark Side is my ally." He unclasped both hands from behind his back and let them hang loosely at his sides as he stared down the purple-eyed vixen through the red-tint of his visor. "And you have tread upon consecrated ground, the Light will not be able to save you from me this time. I will finish what we started at Cularin." With a mere twitch of his armored fingers the hilt of his lightsaber sprung up from his side and landed deftly in the outstretched palm of his right hand. A slight adjustment of pressure to the activator switch with his thumb brought to life the crimson blade with a ferocious snap-hiss, the blade cutting through the air in an instant.

"And after I toss your broken body from these ramparts, I will burn every Jedi temple to the ground." His body assumed the opening stance of Form V, his primary form, his blade held in both hands and angled back above his head at roughly forty-five degrees. His legs were spread apart, and every muscle in his body coiled in anticipation of the fight that loomed ever nearer. Beneath his mask his mouth curled into a snarl and his eyes were consumed by the sulfuric hate traditional to those who were deeply immersed in the Dark Side of the Force, and the Dark Side currently permeated everything around them.

Smothering.

Choking.

Corrupting.

Then with only the rush of air as warning, Vornskr lunged forward with his blade heaving downward in a brutal two-handed vertical strike to cleave through whatever was unfortunate enough to get caught in it's path.

 

[Yurzhoc Shai]

Location: Gorinth Canyon (PVP/NPC, C objective)
Allies: Stebbles, One Sith
Enemies: One Republic


The Warrior of the Shai domain picked at his teeth, bored and somewhat complacent. Giving a long glance to his amphistaff, he stroked it quietly and whispered. "It's okay Stebbles, we'll have our chance soon enough."

Chance, chance for what. The black orbs sunken in the tanned skull of the Yuuzhan Vong Warrior scanned the scenery. There was word of some fashion of war but from the claps in the distance, he couldn't tell if that was merely lightning or belches of the Yun'O. He thirsted to ride upon his Nuhlrokka once more, to defeat these invaders in battle yet again. And then it hit him. Why? Why do they continue to fight and push on? He, of course, would do the same thing. But the difference lied in the notion that his efforts would yield results. Shrugging, he walked over to the Grashal and sat down.

A crab pizza, vonduun, he slid it in front of him and sniffed hard. Yuuzhan Vong didn't have much for taste, but by the Yun'O, it smelled good. His armor winced against his chest in response, the mere act of such consumption sickened it. "Shhh, shhh...it's alright. No relative of yours." He laughed boisterously as the defenses prepared.

Elite warriors, over a thousand, roamed the defense establishment with weapons ready. Mern Kane followed suite. Rakamats and Grokata and Fire Breathers, oh mai! Behind, Warkeepers would follow suit. In the skies, Nuhlrokka flapped their wings and shot flames into the sky, the riders upon their back pumping their fist to the notions of victory. Qorih'kralt took flight long ago, scanning the terrain and any potential enemies that might show. And along the canyon and along the walls, Yaret-Gavvuk took their positions, prepared to move if needed. The atmosphere was abuzz with the flight of Yorik Vec and Yorik-Trema, prepared to pepper this defense with suitable reinforcements.

But Yurzhoc, he cared little for such things. He merely screamed at the top of his lungs. "I asked for sparkbee dough crust! This is blasphemy!" The warrior was not happy, his pizza was abysmal, and the action was less than what he was told it would be.

NPC Template:

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Units (first Wave):
Yuuzhan Vong Elite Warriors
Mern Kane
Rakamat
Grokata
Fire Breather
Warkeepers
Nuhlrokka
Qorih'kralt
Defensive Yaret - Gavvuk

In atmospere:
Yorik Vec
Multitudes of Yorik-Trema, from cruisers in space.

Objective: Cooking some crab dip pizza, passing the time, objective C.


Yuuzhan Vong Equipment and Munitions:

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

 

[Laguz Vald]

Location: Balmorra
Enemies: GR
Allies: OS
Equipment:

Spoiler

• TS-1 Sniper Rifle
• Directed Charge
• AI-Wrist Blaster

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSOe8PAupFE​

It was hard work, being a merc, and certainly not an easy life. Not one with many friends, that was for sure. Even normal sellswords — sellguns? — encountered this problem, but when you were a shifter, acquaintances were as fleeting as the first snow on the surface of Mustafar. This face today, another the next… life easily passed you by in a sea of lost identities and skins discarded like old socks.

Hard, hard work, but it was a living. A living and a half, at that, if you were as good as Laguz.

Currently, xe was getting paid oodles of credits just to sit back and watch the events unfold. Xe wasn't even that near the warzones that had erupted across the planet. In fact, xe was far enough from the fighting that if things ever went south, xe could get the nether out of dodge before anybody could pin xem down. Still, it had taken years; no, decades to get where xe was at the moment.

Which was a cozy little vessel tucked away in the craggy, strife-ravaged surface of the planet. An unassuming little thing, not worth a second glance in the grand scheme of things. Nobody would pay the ship or its living cargo any mind, not with the massive fleets demolishing one another far above and massive armies demolishing one another down below. Laguz was quite content to be stuck in the proverbial purgatory for the moment, loading up on xir beloved pellets as xe awaited the order.

It would be quick, no doubt, when xe was finally sent in — if ever! — as the sniper was one of the best that blood money could afford. Pew pew pew and soldiers would drop dead left and right, commander and cannon-fodder put on even ground.

Death, the Great Leveller. Maybe those Primeval folks did have the right idea.

Or maybe xe'd been spending too much time with them. Hard to tell, with their scattered legions and crazy inner workings. Even a few years in, Laguz could still get confused about how things were run in those parts. If they were run at all, for that matter. Half of the time, it seemed that things just… happened, as if of their own volition. Of a will to exist.

…damn. They were rubbing off on xem. The merc shuddered, wiped xir mind of such dangerously philosophical thoughts, and went back to preparing the tools of xir craft.

 

[Allyson Locke]

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

Spoiler

Pouch of

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Harrowbane

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

Close one, yep. Spencer stared down at the interesting person in front of her. There was something odd with the pause that lingered for just a moment. It was as if the beast was thinking and when a beast thought it was never a good thing. Senses weren’t going to help her and yet she still tried. As she focused, something landed just in front of her. Spencer blinked and smoke soon released from the bug like item. Holding her breath she dropped a few seeds onto the ground, her focus now on the plants that were inside sprouted and grew rapidly. The plants were thick and weed-like as they sprouted from the ground.

The smoke was still around and Spencer ducked behind the plants for any protection for what was coming next. There was a thud as a few of the tentacles of the weed fell on her back and rolled off. So there was an attack that came after, Spencer gulped sensing the damage that the plants would have encountered. She continued to focus on the growth of the plants making them thicker. They moved around the woman protecting her as she did her best to try and blink away the brightness that had blinded her. She felt the smoke around her, but the flash was unexpected. Her mind focused on the plants, using the force to strengthen them for the time being. She couldn't feel the opponent, she wanted to panic, but knew that wasn't going to help. In her right hand dark energy constructs formed, the small darts rested and waited while the plants whipped violently outward towards the direction where she had assumed the woman to have been. The plants were quick and strong from the Force along with the natural defenses of the plant being poisonous. Spencer wasn't close enough to have the vines touch her, but she was still protected from whatever was on the other side of the barrier. She continued to blink quickly slowly beginning to get her vision back.

“Persistent much? What are you made of - I can't feel you?”

 

[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).

Everything moved too quickly to adequately process. All Keira registered at first was the ringing in her ears and the haziness of the world around her. Nothing else pervaded that fog at first, not even the pain from such a rough landing. For the first few moments she existed in a sort of limbo between awareness and unconsciousness, but she forced herself entirely awake once more as she recalled just where she was. Mottled blue and amber eyes snapped open, though the rest of her body was slower to respond. Blunt trauma had a funny way with things.

A cough forced its way past her lips, and she grimaced slightly as she pushed herself to her feet, feeling around her abdomen for any detectable injury. Nothing seemed to be broken, which was a start, but she couldn't say for sure whether any bones had been cracked or bruised. At the very least she could still move with an ease comparable to being thrown backwards and off her feet with a force reminiscent of getting hit by a speeder. Of all the hits she had taken in her life, including clashing with a Gen'Dai on numerous occasions, this ranked up there as one of the worst.

With a twist of her head to either side the vertebrae in her neck cracked, and she repeated the process with her fingers by shifting each one slightly, glancing to Rexus before her attention turned to the Sith. Thus far this fight had been comprised of nothing more than fancy Force tricks, and she would be lying if she claimed to disagree with his sentiments about escalating things to a far more up close and personal confrontation. Bladework was where she arguably excelled, her talents in the ethereal not extending much past the basics and necessities.

Her weapon was called back into her hand, igniting with that familiar steady hum of plasma energy. A swell of the ethereal was gathered in her core, intended to do nothing more than draw energy back into her form. Exhaling slowly, she forced her attention back to the present moment. "Well, I'm glad we could determine that everyone here can use the Force. Now, let's get to the fun part already."

 

[Vrag]

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

A civilian's reaction to plants suddenly sprouting from barren soil would likely have been screaming, shock, and some colorful expletives. A Sith Lord's was, unsurprisingly, much the same, except with less screaming and more expletives.

Two quick backsteps carried her out of range of the snapping, overgrown greenery, and the woman promptly belted her lightsaber once more, replacing it with the bulk of the rifle she carried on her back instead. Hefting the weapon in her arms, the firrerreo carefully circled around the barrier that had broken the dry earth of Balmorra beneath their feet to color the dull landscape with verdant, if slightly too vivacious plantlife that now sought with ravenous vines to grasp a wayward appendage of the the Hand.

Not today.

With the muzzle of the gun still carefully trained on the opponent behind the wall of undulating, gigantic weed, Vrag steadily cooed to Lammie as she finally found a spot at the edge of the newly erected wall of shrubbery where the layers seemed just a little thinner. Certainly enough to show her foe through the gaps between the thick stems.

Certainly enough, period.

Without ado, Vrag squeezed the trigger to unleash blaster bolt hell upon the unnatural growth, hopefully mowing down enough of the vegetation to create a literal window of opportunity. As her adversary would focus on the dying flora and doing whatever she did to play off explosions and lightsaber strikes so easily, the Hand would urge her true attack to life, countering the blonde's living assault with one of her own.

Lammie would zero in on her exposed target, with gusto, beady little eyes twinkling for a moment in the darkness of the Dhaladii as she would spit its poison at the unprotected eyes and face of the enemy.

It was the only answer that would come out of Vrag's mouth that day.

 

[Kenrath]

Location: Balmorrian Space, Balmorra Orbit (objective A)
Allies: [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Mullarus"] [member="Eliza Lunelle"]
Enemies: [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] [member="Lash"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="stardust"] [member="Varius"]

Fleet:

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http://starwarsrp.net/topic/33867-dark-blade-class-dreadnoughts/1050((Call sign Helhammer Charlie)) Heavily Damaged

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/34240-vanguard-class-heavy-cruiser/625((Call sign Helhammer Victor)) Destroyed

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/34011-razer-class-frigate186((Phoenix Alpha))

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/31252-ki-es-mki-aka-the-axe-wing/#entry439541X12120 ((Call signs Balmorra Defense[BD] 1-12))

1,981 total length

Thanith looked on as the Republic Fleet opened fire on his Task Force.

"Evasive maneuvers..........Evasive maneuvers."

The pilot fired the emergency thrusters to try and avoid as much of the fire as he could. As he did he looked on watching the Vanguard take a vicious beating. His knuckles went white before returning back to normal as he gripped the back of the chair he was standing behind.

He would have barely a minute to think before the Dark Blade too a beating of it's own nearly throwing Thanith on his backside from the sheer force of the impacts. Just barely enough of the shots missed to keep form vaporizing them on the spot.

"Damage Report."

His voice was even with only a barely recognizable amount of stress in it."

"Sir the Victor is a total loss." "We have no shields left and fires on multiple decks." "Main guns are damaged...........firing them now is more likely to kill us."

The Bridge Officer turned in his seat looking at Thanith a worried look on his face. Thanith nodded to the man. He was also thinking the same thing but would not let it show. One more hit like that and they were dead.

"What do we have left that will fire?"

The weapons Officer looked at his screens.

"Sir the HVC is offline." "We have half the Turbolaser cannons, half the Ion Cannons, and most of the Energy Torpedo Projectors."

Thanith nodded.

"Fire it all LT." "We are not going down without a fight."

The man nodded turning back to his console. As he did Thanith made a call he really didn't want to make.

"Captain I recommend a tactical retreat." "It is time we considered the lives on the men we have left." "Live to fight another day Captain."

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

Try to avoid fire.

Vanguard destroyed

Dark Blade takes heavy fire.

Dark Blade fires on enemy Fleet remaining weapons split among the ships present equally.

Thanith recommends a tactical retreat.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

OBJECTIVE: PVP- Get Wrekt
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

Bodies were starting to pile up. Republic ones, Sith ones, a few mercenary ones here and there. There wasn't really time to tell the difference between the blood-covered corpses. All one could do was move past them, keep fighting, and hope that they wouldn't join the fallen. It was almost surprising, really, the vigor that so many of them fought with. Many more of them would die before the battle was over. They knew that, yet they kept going. For what reasons? Some seemed to fight because they had to. As the blasterfire flew around them, they watched with wide eyes, shooting at any foe who got in their sights. They were trying to survive.

Ven'Rain was fighting so that her family might survive. The war carried no guarantee of their deaths, but it carried no guarantee of their survival either. Both her son and her wife lived in Republic space. Both served the faction proudly. Did she think that they would be allowed to walk free if the Sith won? No, she didn't. So she kept fighting. She used the jets on her armor to dodge shots. Quick movements with her elbows rammed unsuspecting soldiers out of the way or broke their jaws. Shifting swiftly her trigger finger let her fire bolt after bolt into her enemies. And the sight of her impressive frame, paired with her visible arsenal, made her a sight to be seen.

A sight to be feared.

The Mad Merc was not the strongest warrior on the battlefield. But she was a damn good soldier with a damn good record. That was evident by the way she flowed between opponents, seeming to dance around them, mixing melee blows with sharp shooting. With the help of what remained of her squad, along with men from another platoon, she was able to cut a line through the opposing forces. One just large enough for her to start moving towards the factory's nearest entrance.... Time to go. For Tasia, for Circe, for Darren. For them all.

 

[Lash]

Location: Hyperspace enroute for Balmorra
Objective: Engage Enemy Fleet.
Allies: [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="stardust"] [member="Varius"]
Enemies: [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Thanith Gumara"] [member="Eliza Lunelle"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Fleet

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

Formation:
FG / FG / FG
CA / / CA
SD

Lash watched the clock count down to 0 and felt the deck shutter as the ships dropped out of hyperspace two hundred kilometers outside the engagement zone. His plan was to assess the system then slowly move in to engage where he was needed. At first glance the battle in the distance looked like a series of lights flashing and small bright flashes. Lash could not make out any details about the ships yet but that was of no concern. It did not matter what was there it was all Sith to him. Either he would win or he would lose, the battle was all that mattered. He would command his forces as best he could and at the end the outcome was what it was. The best he could hope for was a glorious fight against a competent foe.

"Commander, Launch all attack craft. Have them form up on the prow of the formation. Tactical start your assessment ans plot solutions on everything out there. We do not know who is who yet so I want to be able to shot at anything shooting at us. Helm, take us in nice and slow. Let them react to us and see what we shake lose from that conglomeration out there."

Lash sat quietly as his orders were carried out.

"Sir, Scanners have indicated a gravity well being generated from one of the vessels. We will be inside the field in four minutes."

Lash had expected as much, He knew the Sith were not stupid, they would fight to the death and expected that from their foe. Lash relished the fight ahead. Finally a decent engagement.

"That is fine Major, Take us in."

Summary

Spoiler

* Exited hyperspace outside engagement zone
* Moving into engagement zone and artificial gravity well
* Launching attack craft
* Attack craft forming up with fleet

 

[Thane Drexel]

Location: Space over Balmorra
Objective: Engage Enemy.
Allies: [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Lash"] [member="stardust"] [member="Varius"]
Enemies: [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Thanith Gumara"] [member="Eliza Lunelle"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Saint Bomber


Thane pulled up and around from a long pass, he'd been staying back in the AMF in case the Sith fleet had any tricks, but they weren't that impressive. He pressed the throttle to full and shot into the fray. Rolling through incoming fire from Sith fighters and Captial ships, the speed of the Bomber gave him the edge. He saw the heavy Dreadnaught take a pounding but continue to limp on. There, his first target.

"This is Wild Turkey making a run on the Dreadnaught. Wish me luck." Thane screamed towards the Dreadnaught firing all four cannons light and heavy, shredding the hull further with pockets of flames spouting up like runway lights. Weaving and rolling away from incoming flak fire, the Saint was not going to be stopped with its heavy shields and armor. The trail of fire was leading right for the bridge. Thane dropped two of his four torpedos at the Dreadnaughts bridge and broke off intending to whip around to the back where the engines were.

Thanking the gods he had stealth tech aboard the ship and its maneuverability was like that of an Interceptor, this was indeed the most fun he'd had in a while. As he pulled over the top to the rear of the giant ship, he targeted the engines and launch his last two torpedoes and Thane's stick shook as he pulled off at top speed to get clear of the blast.

"Run complete, this is Wild Turkey, I'm still alive."

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Objective: Fight the meanie Jedi
Allies: Me, Myself, and I
Enemies: [member="Nubica Felidae"]

Is this REALLY a Jedi? She's awfully...aggressive. There is darkness inside her that is...chained.

Just as quickly as he realized this Padawan was quite hostile, she was already dashing toward him. He barely had time to ignite his dark green lightsaber before he raised it up to deflect her attacks. She performed her few strikes, which met the blade of Mullarus' lightsaber, and backed off for a moment.

Mullarus did not grin. "You're quite mean for a Jedi. What happened to self-defense only? Already done with following your ridiculous Code?"

After he finished, he pressed the attack. He began with a quick thrust toward her torso, and then followed up with a few wide Shii-Cho sweeps at the woman's legs.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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

Enemies: [member="Thanith Gumara"] [member="Eliza Lunelle"] [member="Catalys Maijora"]

Taeli watched as the attack devastated the Vanguard, leaving it nothing but a lifeless husk of a starship. The Dark Blade had also taken a withering attack from the Admiral's part of the fleet, but was still functional as their shields lit up from some attacks. She wasn't sure why, but they were trying to distribute the attacks evenly against the Republic forces attacking it. A few energy torpedoes erupted against them, but nothing that was too damaging. The Mother Goose took a bit of a pounding, it wasn't designed for ship to ship combat, but it was still flyable and combat ready enough.

"Swing around the enemy Dark Blade while firing upon the Razer," she ordered. "We're going to come in on the Primeval flank, but I want that Sith flotilla completely disabled. Send fighter craft and bombers, about three squadrons worth, to take down the Dark Blade's remaining weapon systems and their engines."

"Yes, Master Raaf," the captain said, sending out orders. The Inculpable, Mother Goose, Restitution, and the Virtue began to come about, circling around the damaged Sith ships, firing with their port side weapon batteries on the Razer frigate. Three squadrons of Republic fighters and a squadron of Republic bombers moved to into attack formation against the Dark Blade, the fighters escorting the bombers to make sure no enemy fighter craft got to them before the job was done.

As they would come about, they would be on the opposite side to try and pincer the Prime force with the Admiral's side.

Summary of actions
Damage taken to the shields across four ship task force, some hull damage done to the Mother Goose
Deployed three squadrons of Republic fighters and one squadron of Republic bombers against the Dark Blade
Swung around enemy flotilla while firing upon the Razer frigate with port side weapon batteries (roughly half of all batteries from the Mothma and Noblesse)
Coming in on opposite flank of the Primeval fleet from the main Republic force

 

[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

The miasma of hate that flowed through the arms factory pleasantly bristled the hairs on Sage’s one human arm. Acolytes, Knights, and Lords alike had all rallied to the plant under one singular cause: To extinguish those who wished to destroy all the Sith had gained.

With an amused smirk, Sage lowered his gaze to the two men. The Padawan had since emerged from the thick fog of Sith illusion, and although visibly shaken, seemed ready to fight, lunging into a defensive saber stance. Both sabers blazed in the low light of the factory, but Sage did not ignite his own red blade. Although the call of the kinetic form of Ataru was strong, sabers were not Sage’s strength. The Dark Side techniques he had mastered were not ones of blades sparking together, but of soul-destroying, mind-bending, organ-choking ruination. Using the Force to bolster his strength, he leapt down from the catwalk in one movement, landing on his feet like a nexu. Anyone who had fought against the Lord of Thorns would know, Sage was an offensive duelist, relentlessly seeking the upper hand by keeping his opponents on the defense.

The Dark Side gathered around him like a sickening swell, as Sage’s human hand first shot out towards the Padawan in a dismissive swipe, a Force repulse bursting from his fingers, aiming for his opponent’s chest. If it hit the younger man, the Jedi would fly backwards, presumably smashing into the wall behind him, landing hard enough to break bones. As quick as lightning, the Sith Lord’s arm snapped back to the elder Jedi, dark tendrils branching out to drain his Force power from him. If the attack connected, the Knight would find his vitality siphoned from him as Sage’s Force drain stole his energy and used it to feed his own powers to plump excess. Amid the screams of battle and the hum of blades, the Sith Lord's voice rang out through the room in an unexpectedly soft tenor.

"There may come a time someday when Light overcomes the Darkness..." he said, locking eyes with the elder Jedi.

His black, tentacled arm writhed with excitement, fanged heads already hungering for the final, fatal blow, the aftermath of battle when as a treat, Sage might allow them feed off their limp, and mangled bodies.

"...but for now, it's Darkness' turn."

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: The Balmorran Arms Factory (Somewhere near the upper levels)
Objective: Don’t blame it on the good times…
Allies: Nope
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Theme: Blame it on the boogie

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkBS4zUjJZo

Corvus smiled politely. He was certainly very touchy about his choice of hat. She had a friend who used to be really touchy about her bed-hair. But at least she used to see the funny side of it – well mostly. She made a mental note to mention his choice of headwear more often.

“And a poor choice of ally it is too,” she offered as he glowered at her from on high. He was a lot taller than she remembered. I mean she knew he was tall – but up close he seemed to be even more physically imposing. She wondered if he wore lifts.

In truth she found his gravitas in keeping with a Sith Lord – but it was a bit heavy. The Jedi were supposed to be the ones that droned on and on – but he seemed to revel in bringing down the mood.

His saber snapped into his hand and to life – but the Force gave her no warning to react just yet. So her saber, shoto and katana remained in place on her belt. Clearly his soliloquy wasn’t over. It must be a lesson in Sith school she mused. Oh, it’s the last lesson of the afternoon – How to reveal you evil plan in 1,000 words or more (never fewer). Or was it less? No, fewer, she was sure of it.

And then he adopted a text-book stance. The right elbow a couple of centimetres higher? No, she was just being picky. It was as good as she’d ever seen.

Was she taking his threat seriously? Of course, but that did not mean she had to be intimidated by him. Far from it.

And then he lunged forward. Her body moved – guided by the Force – to the position she would need to adopt to deflect his blow. Her saber snapped into the palm of her hand and activated with a snap-hiss. She was in Center of Being. She would endeavour to become the eye of the storm.

She would deflect blows and avoid blocks. His power was immense and she risked broken bones if she simply blocked his attacks. Plus parrying always set up the option of a counter. Not that she would take it yet. No, she would allow him to tire himself. Maybe get complacent. She would look for tells and favoured combinations.

Above all she would look to live.

His double-handed overhead strike was best dealt with by a jump backwards and her blade merely glanced his on the way down – assuring it would be motioned away from her body. Even this minor connection demonstrated the power at his command. Part physical and part Force. He was a worthy opponent and a suitable partner.

It was time to boogie…

 

[Nubica Felidae]

Location: The Balmorran Arms Factory
Objective: Be tentacles...
Allies: Nope
Enemies: [member="Mullarus"]

She was no Jedi Master. She could hold the internal focus required to channel her internal darkness indefinitely. But against an Acolyte she expected she would fare well enough.

One of its strengths was that accepted the fury of the opponent – and most Sith did not know how to fight against it. And even if they did, it was counter to their state of mind and training.

She was calm on the outside but the Form was driving her to be unpredictable. It was why so many students eschewed it. Yet it was precisely why she loved it.

So she fed on the darkness of her opponent and used it to parry his first blow with a push of her perpendicular saber to her right – text-book middle-circle defence. His sweep to her legs was similarly met with a perpendicular saber – albeit this time the blade was below her legs.

They were clearly trying each other out for size.

But the testing was now over. “Defence will not slay my enemy,” she said and grinned. “And the Code is quite safe.”

And like the creature the style was named after, she began a combination of moves, each one flowing into the next with liquid precision, creating a weave of energy – her arms and saber now moving so fast a non-Force user would see at best a blur of purple.

 

[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"]

No plan survives enemy contact.

"Hits! Hits confirmed!" came the cry from the detections officer. "We have one confirmed kill, and the Dark Blade-class isn't looking too hot."

But that did not mean the battlecruiser was dead. "Returned fire!"

"Enemy is returning fire!"

While this might have been a noteworthy concern to the Revelation Fleet, the odd part about it was that the One Sith's capital ship had scattered its strike at all ships rather than focusing its heavy firepower on an individual vessel. A pair of ion beams slashed through the Admiral Ackbar's shields and collided with the foredeck hull in a brilliant, briefly blinding flash while the few turbolaser bolts directed at Shapochka's flagship were absorbed by the deflectors. Shield depletion was evident in the damage analysis but it was almost negligible. "Damages?"

"We have temporary power loss in Partitions 2 and 5 of the top deck. Count seven or eight main guns and a hypervelocity cannon inoperative for the time being. Shields holding at eighty-seven percent."

Word from the starboard flank was received on their current objective, and Commander Matsui sought to inform the admiral of the shifting situation. "Master Raaf's fleet is advancing to eliminate the remaining threats from the defense fleet." A sinister smile crept up the edge of Tålamod's lips, delight in the demise of her immediate opponents entirely evident. However, all news would not be good news. "Still no word from Admiral Lash. He was supposed to arrive roughly two minutes ago."

"No. He is here," the admiral insisted. Though colorblind, indeed she had eyes. Though incoherent, indeed she sensed newcomers. "Admiral Lash is port with the Prime flank. Proceed orbital, yes."

Despite the absence of negative reports so far, the bridges' atmosphere would return to a more tense and focused one, as comms and detection sensors were shown to be incongruent by their respective designated crew members. Upon further inspection and calculation, it became apparent that the Primeval forces to their aft were slowly gaining on them and bringing them within jamming range. "Admiral, trajectory calculations are off slightly for our orbital run. It appears that the rear attackers have activated a shipboard gravitational field." The operation would not progress as smoothly as some may have assumed at first glance.

"Proceed orbital. Keep it, yes." She reached with her right hand to tap her left shoulder as she turned to face the comms officer. "Tell Emancipation activate gravitational generator. Proceed orbital. Proceed orbital, all."

A moment of pause. "Admiral, we have no communication with Emancipation. Comms are being jammed by the Primeval vessels."

A concussive wave vibrated the entire deck floor like a rift in this planeless sea. A delayed report accompanied it. "Shots fired!" No Sithspit.

A moment later, several turbolasers-worth of enemy fire was also received by their shields, and the same occurrence could be witnessed for the other capital ships in their flank. "Damages!"

"Port 1 engine is flickering. Starboard 2 is temporarily out."

"No return fire, proceed orbital." The moon's more massive gravity would cling to the Republic fleet and propel it roundabout and behind its horizon, effectively concealing it from any further attacks to the aft and also increasing distance between the two fleets. The enemy's artificial gravity well would only serve to hinder their fleet from completely succumbing to the overwhelming pull of the celestial body and thus keep them out of range and at bay. It was a relatively passive move for Shapochka, but this game was changing all the time.



But they were not completely out of trouble's reach quite yet. In Hangar Bay Gamma, a pair of annoying insects had just touched down in the most unglamorous of fashion moments before the turadium maw of the bay had closed. Since all fighters had already been launched, all that remained in the bay were a pair of racked shuttles. Handling procedure seemed fairly clear to Major Kwrashhar, a somewhat-intelligent Wookiee who none of the flight deck personnel really enjoyed messing with. Simply lock down the bay, drop the magnetic field, and reopen the blast doors. Then nab a bite to eat in the mess.

"RwAAaarrgh," was the word announced over the intercom. Whatever that meant.

Spoiler: Fleet Summary

Champion - Admiral Ackbar ~38% main shields loss; light stern structural damage; 1 engine deactivated, 1 questionable; localized power outages~ > Maintain orbital course } Cut engines; repair EMP damage; open blast doors to Hangar Bay Gamma (72 fighters)


Champion - Conviction ~54% main shields loss; light port-stern structural damage; localized power outages~ > Draw into main fleet } Repair EMP damage (72 fighters)
Bastion - Bastion ~29% main shields loss; localized power outages~ > Maintain orbital course } Cut engines; Repair EMP damage (36 fighters, 12 bombers)
Centurion - Emancipation ~48% main shields loss; light stern structural damage; 1 engine deactivated; localize power outages~ > Maintain orbital course } Cut engines; Repair EMP damage (12 fighters, 96 bombers)
Solo - Solo > Draw into main fleet (72 fighters, 48 bombers)
Rieekan - Calamity > Maintain orbital course } Cut engines
Rieekan - Veracity > Maintain orbital course } Cut engines
Rieekan - Deadly Diplomat > Maintain orbital course } Cut engines

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

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Gorinth Canyon (PVP/NPC, C objective)
Allies: None
Enemies: Republic, [member="Alva Calvarona"]

The arid climate of Balmorra blew dust across the battlefield. Down below the One Sith and the Republic fought tooth and nail over this world, like dogs over meat. <This is the problem with fleshbags. They were always so concerned over who owned what, over their existence continuing as they pleased.> The cold mechanical fingers traced over the lightsabers that hung at the droid’s waist. They should be more concerned with ending the existence of their enemies than continuing their own.

Silently, like a shadow, the droid moved along the edges of the canyon, looking down into the battle that raged below him. The creator will be pleased with the death of many of these inferiors. Perhaps an upgrade will be in order after this. Upgrades and the destruction of the loathesome Organics was all the being had on its mind. The opulence, the arrogance. For a few their problems could be ended and they could slip in to the long sleep, their filth and taint removed from the galaxy.

Organics detected forward, one hundred meters, probably setting up sniper positions. Time to eliminate the inferior beings. The snap hiss of two lightsabers resounded from the area, and the glow of red emanated from the droid as it lurched forward at blinding speed as its servos urged it past human limits and the cold, calculating mind raced through algorithms to destroy the beings it hunted. Soon all will be over pitiful creatures.

 

[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]He was alive. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]He was alive![/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] Oh sweet Force, he was alive.[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] That was roughly what went through the Sith Lord’s head as they rotated through the air in collision course with the hangar bay - two seconds after the stealth ship crashed into [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]something[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] and Carach didn’t feel any pain, what he did feel was the link between Neph and him strengthening in intensity as her power flowed across and kept him from immediate harm.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The ship crashed and halted in its track: his battle instinct took over, fist punching the ‘release’-button which made the cockpit jump open. The Force aided him as he jumped out of the burning vehicle, sailing through the air and rolled out, before ending crouched a few meters away from the Blackbird. Burning eyes studied the environment… no immediate danger then, which would change fairly quickly once the bridge realized they were just boarded - [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]secure Neph, fling her over your shoulder and then figure out the rest.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]There was no time to play pretty and easy here, especially with the alarms deciding it was a good time to start ringing right now - his hand aimed at the ship, will represented itself as it crossed the void and wrapped itself around the limp body of Neph. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Two seconds after she flew in his hand and he slung her over his shoulder - gently. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The alarms intensified, he could practically feel the electric signals being sent out: it seemed somebody wanted them gone. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]His form blurred as Carach started [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]running[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px], and running like a fether.[/SIZE]