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

[Tmoxin Temi]

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

Tmoxin jumped as a round of blaster fire hit fairly close. The Jedi was taking wild potshots, but her dust cloud - again, more distracting than damaging - was obstructing his aim. Still crouched behind the turret and satisfied with the thought that perhaps he knew she was there, but again, could not exactly pinpoint her location, the Hapan executive began to implant thoughts into the Republic Jedi's head. Coercion was one of Tmoxin's strongest skills - the most potent in fact. She wasn't that advanced with much else but the basics to augment her attacks. She hadn't even studied a light-saber form but relied instead on her military training, including fencing and swordsmanship to compensate.

In his mind, he would hear a feminine voice saying, Put your weapons down on the ground and drop to your knees. Then put your hands in the air.

And I will come out to meet you.

She hoped he was confused and unsuspecting enough that her Mind Trick would work immediately.

 

[Allyson Locke]

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

Spoiler

Pouch of

Spoiler

Harrowbane

Spoiler

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

The flashbang was still causing a bit of fuzz in her eyes and Spencer cursed as she could feel the horrible feeling that she was being attacked. Which was obvious when parts of the plant fell on her. A saber now drawn, she ignited the white blade. It hummed as the force around her shot out and created a barrier to protect her from the blasters and the acid that was flung through the shots. Spencer continued to blink quickly trying to regain her sights, which revealed now the shape of the Vong Beast.

With the general shape of the enemy somewhat obvious, SPencer was able to throw seeds from her pouch towards the general foot area of Vrag. The barrier quickly fell and she focused on the plants and their growth. As they grew their vines whipped towards Vrag once more. Slowly her vision was returning and things were getting more and more detailed. Her mind was drawing blanks on what to do, and she wasn’t enjoying this game of keep up. It seemed the Beast had an answer to everything she was doing and on top of that it seemed she was invisible in the force.

Never experiencing something like that, Spencer did her best to try and remain calm. The last thing she needed was Vrag touching her especially if the beast was something like a ysalamiri. Spencer briefly recalled the memory and the pain that surged through her body when she was cut off from the Force - it was a feeling she never wanted to feel again.
Distance was going to keep her alive and out of the hands of the Crab Beast.

 

[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 7 for npc flavor~

The same shockwave that threw the back the Jedi and the Rogue would also come lashing their way. Thankfully, they were not at the point of origin. A thick slab of metal would be whipped out in front of them to take the brunt of the blast, but the Countess would go sliding back at the very least two meters. It didn't stop her from getting winded, the air knocked out of her as she would gasp for breath.

It also took out three more of her Vornskr. This was a big no no. Snarling in her rage, the telekinetic would shove back the thick slab of metal, aimed to strike at the duo. Melee fight? HAH!

She was a Noblewoman. These peons were beneath her.

Range warfare is what they would get.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Objective A
Allies: OS
Enemies: [member="Nubica Felidae"]

Mullarus expected no less than for his attacks to be parried and blocked. He hoped the Jedi students were competent enough to fight against simple Shii-Cho. The surprise arrived when the Jedi's attacks started to speed up until he could no longer keep up. He had no choice. He used the Force to propel his steps and backstepped a good ten feet away from the girl, only to see her lightsaber and her movements begin to look like...almost a bubble around her. She advanced, her strikes still far too fast for deflection. He had to rely upon his own skill to avoid her movements, but he could not move that fast. He kept his distance, backing up slowly and trying to find a point to strike from.

Where?! How is this even possible!? She has no openings, she's just a...karking bubble!

When he had the chance, with plenty of room between himself and his opponents Vaapad strikes, Mullarus threw his off-hand forward in an attempt to Force Push her against the outside wall of the Arms Factory they fought beside. By putting her against the wall, he hoped to have an opportunity to use Force Grip on her throat to get her to stop her extremely fast, unpredictable lightsaber attacks.

Is this what it has come to? I have to rely upon the karking Force to fight a mere student of the Jedi?!

Mullarus felt himself begin to get angry...

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: Shapochka's Hanger bay
Objective: A
Allies: The One Sith - [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: The Republic - [member="Tålamod Shapochka"]


Things were rather ordinary for one Darth Nepthys. At least, from the outside looking in. She did not feel the lurch of her body. She did not see the world spin within the hanger bay. She did not hear the klaxon warnings within the Republic flagship. No, instead she was elsewhere.

She was standing in front of the Temple of Vahl.

It was all just a figment of her imagination. Or perhaps it was a manifestation of the Force. Of the Goddess herself. Bright crimson eyes would stare up at the thundering skies, the dark clouds, and the sifting ether. This was unlike any other temple she had ever seen. It was different.

Floating rocks would hover along side; dark, obsidian like entities that would loom among the thick mist that lay around her. What was this? She wondered. She took a step forward, cautious... wary. And that's when she heard it.

Come.

 

[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

Xander paused as he heard the voice inside of his mind. He shook his head with a chuckle. She sounded hot but no way he was going to surrender to a woman without a fight. It took him a minute to shake off the voice but once he did his answer would be one that left no confusion.

Her answer would come in the form of three more shots to the left, the right, and the same spot as before. This would be followed by Zander doing a leaping tuck and roll towards the build. He would then feel his way towards the door stepping inside to get away form the sand. Just encase he would leave the hood and mask up.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5uFGEvYTTa8[/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

Back and forth they fought across the factory's observation platform, Vornskr a monstrous fount of hate as he thundered down blow after blow onto Corvus' ever adapting defensive position. Defense would not serve her well for long, Vornskr had faced down Dranok Lussk many years ago and he was a near unparalleled master of Form III yet Vornskr eventually tore through his defenses and proceeded to break his spine over his knee. He won the throne of Sith Emperor with that ferocity, and while he was not fighting for some slab of dark marble he still fought with the same ferocity he fought with all those years ago, perhaps even more so now. Still, Corvus would be no push-over, from the various reports she was a wily opponent and would be cunning and quick, but that didn't concern him. He focused on his offensive, switching from his butcher-esque cleaving into a more fluid and sophisticated fusion of Form II and VI.

He had spent decades honing his fighting capabilities with a lightsaber, becoming proficient in nearly every single form save Form IV and VII, the former due to his formidable physical presence and the latter because he was assured that such a form did not contribute to his hybridized form. He began to weave Force attacks into his fighting sequences, a Force push aimed at Corvus' knees or a quick discharge of Sith Lightning aimed at her face or chest, all while he slipped his lightsaber into his dominant right hand and began to fight; albeit a tad less overbearing than before thanks to the lack of his left hand to add extra strength into every one of his blows.

"How's it feel, Corvus? To feel your death so rapidly approaching..." he jabbed verbally, applying the age old Sith method of Dun Möch in an attempt to bombard the Jedi Grandmaster with a slew of verbal abuse meant to dislodge her concentration, and perhaps her resolve. "Just like your predecessor, you will fall to me... But know that I will destroy everything you once held dear." A salvo of Force-assisted strikes and jabs at her physical being, "The deaths of your loves ones will be excruciatingly slow... A shame you won't be around to enjoy it."

 

[Alva Calvarona]

Location: Gorinth Canyon (PVP/NPC, C objective)
Allies: Republic (I guess, no idea whose nearby)
Enemies: [member="Agamemnon"] and the Sith

Was it finally an opportunity for her to do something herself personally? Good, Alva had tired of being saddled with the role of playing the leader and tactician all the time. Not that she wasn't good at it and felt she suffered defeats, but rather because it was all she seemed to get to do with so few people able to fill such a position. At least this time it appeared as though the Republic had things well in hand when it came to attempting to take the canyon here on Balmorra. They didn't need another officer and attack force to help them in that regard it appeared, leaving the crinan woman free to perform operations directly for a change. Specifically the work of leading a small force across the top of the canyons, to attempt to set charges along the ridge at the rear of the Sith lines, to collapse sections of the rock face on the Sith munitions and cut off their reserves from the frontlines.

So far so good, not that it surprised the young Imperial Officer considering the two squads she had brought along for the assignment were Stormcommandos on loan from the Intel Division, each soldier a member of the already elite Stormtrooper Corp promoted to boast Reflec coated stealth armor, hiding them from the sight of the naked eye as it bent light, and deflecting passive sensor sweeps, leaving enemies unaware of their presence unless they had the force or knew they were already infiltrated and where to actively direct focused scans. Of course, the crinan woman's own armor wasn't so. . .stealthy, but then one person moving low on top of the cliffs wasn't likely to be spotted anyway, not when she intended to be quick about it.

"Squad two split here, setup a look out position up ahead and start setting the mines at position B. Squad One with me let's get started here, and make sure your systems are running while you're working, we don't want anyone spotted." As the storm commandos split up, Alva watched the brief shimmer of the second squad moving up along to act as scouts and begin the operation further away to divide the workload and conquer. Hopefully without being spotted, although if push came to shove Alva intended to fight while the others did their jobs with the mines.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Gorinth Canyon (PVP/NPC, C objective)
Allies: Like 8 Robo Zombies (Come are headless/missing arms)
Enemies: Republic, [member="Alva Calvarona"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8g-lugXGBQ​

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The organics were simplistic, humans. Always humans. This is why the imperfect, flawed beings needed to be slain, and showed their flaws. Droids, while not the best creators, were just superior.

The lithe droid, bounded silently to the first group of soldiers, going unnoticed and undetected as it approached them, lightsabers humming. Servos surged as the droid propelled itself upward and fell to the ground among them. For a moment they stared, then they opened fire. Shouts emanated from their mouths and the droid, like a blur reacted. Its arms still connected, the droid moved like a serpent among their ranks, slashing with saber.

The first two fell to the blades of the lightsabers as they were spun like a saw and cleaved head from shoulders. The chest swiveled to face the rear, impaling the third with a gurgle. The victims lungs had been punctured. Perfect. Had they been droids they could have died without pain.

The horrific melee continued, the intensity increasing as the droid grasped a man by the chest with its feet and back flipped on top of him, crushing his ribcage and allowing the chest to swivel again in a blur, lightsabers slashing out into troopers, disemboweling those that were left.

Just as soon as the droid had come upon them, it was over, the pale red light from the lone photo receptor glowing over what was left of them. <The weakness of inferiors is to be exploited. Rise and serve the Master.> The Droid spoke, a pair of its mechanical ribs sliding down to reveal a compartment within its chest. Tiny droids floated out, finding the fallen corpses.

Seconds passed and then, the bodies jerked, and convulsed as the droids learned the motor functions, and then they rose, shuffling around the droid. Lightsabers deactivated and the droid grew small, travelling among them on all fours to remain hidden. There were far more corpses to make. Far more bodies to join the one true master.

 

[Placeholder 04]

Objective: Probably Die
Location: Balmoraan Arms Factory
Allies: N/A
Enemies: [member="Enoch Zambrano"], [member="Greta Kohler"]

He could feel it: the anger, the hatred, the bloodlust. It was a tangible thing within the force -- a storm within his ocean. One he could not allow to continue. Cyril's purpose was to serve, and if that meant he would have to rise against this threat, than so be it. He'd seen this war's beginning; the Republic's time of peace before the One Sith were even a thought. He would have it again, whether he was around to see such tranquility or not.

The Jedi Master marched toward this corruption. Battle raged around him, but he could do nothing to assuage the chaos. If he stopped to heal the wounded, he would be killed. If he moved to transport them away from the battle, they would likely die from their wounds. All those poor souls could do was wait and hope. Those that still fought to liberate Balmorra would be that hope for them.

Cyril supposed he would be too.

For all the things the Sith had taken, Balmorra bore the greatest memories. It was here he had helped foster a rebellion. It was here that thousands of lives had been snuffed out under a Star Destroyer's turbolasers. It was here that Cyrene had chosen the Imperial movement over him.

He truly had nothing to lose. Nothing else in the galaxy could be so dangerous.

"Two of you?" He called in challenge as he approached, "Allow me to say hello. My name is Cyril Grayson. I and my allies will be freeing Balmorra today. You can surrender, or I can make you surrender." He reached for one of his lightsaber. The weapon gave a loud snap-hiss as it came to life, its blue core shimmering in the low light. "Shall we decide on the terms?"

 

[Mantic Dorn]

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


Suddenly the attacks from [member="Aston Jacobs"] seized, he moved back from Mantic and as if in a dream like state he seemed to shake of some heavy wet blanket from his mind.
Mantic sensed how the darkness was lifted from his padawans mind and breathed out in relief. The situation had looked very dire and he was really unsure if they could have solved the conflict without great aftermath.

there was no time to go over what had happened, there was no current need either. They both knew where the source of it all originated from and it was time to refocus on that again.

"No need to apologize padawan, we will discuss this at a later time." he instead instructed

"For now, we have work together against this one. The darkness in him is alarmingly compact."

As they both turned toward their joint enemy to bring the fight to him there was a gust of force thrown toward [member="Aston Jacobs"] - Mantic turned to try and stop it but at the next second black tentacles came rushing down toward him, they hissed and roared at Mantics being and struck. The sith lord had unleashed his dark powers on them both.

An agonizing seeding breath left Mantics mouth as this sort of pain was not what he had expected. His eyes went wide as he realized what was about to happen.

"No!" he screamed at the dark lord on the elevated catwalk. "You are blind to the truth! gnh... " grimacing in pain Mantic knew he had to act with speed or this might all be lost before it had begun. Feeling regret he could not help his padawan and instead moved forward against [member="Sage Bane"] - his sword lifted to deflect some of the force draining power.

"The darkness has already ... has already had its time of triumph..." he pushed forward, but while much of the power from the force drain was deflected he was growing weaker. He need to reach the foot of the cat walk in order to leap up and face the sith, to bring the fight to him. But there was still a distance to cover.

"Now, your empires will turn ... gnh... on themselves... it is inevitable and you ... know it!" having reached the foot of the cat walk Mantic felt weaker then he had ever done. Blaster fire, sith lightning, lighsaber strikes. He had endured it all and knew how to manage pain, but this...

He collapsed to his knees with a rustling sound, resembling a dying breath passed forward as a desperate last effort to keep the body going. He grinned and supported himself with his hands on the cold metal floor. He lacked the power to make the leap up in the cat walk. He needed time to recover. Time to figure this out.
While he had managed to deflect some of the draining power, he felt the force partly blocked from him, Mantic was astounded by the emptiness, the cold that swept over him. He shivered.. where was the light now? How could he muster strength? Gritting his teeth he turned his head slightly backward looking for his padawan. He could not sense him any longer. Was he dead? Had he lead his padawan into the fray to soon, luring him to a death. Had he failed his padawan?'
If so, they both were lost.
He threw out his arms in a dramatic gesture and screamed. It was what his body wanted. To give up in a great roar.

But somewhere deep he also hoped that while the sith lord was occupied with this cruel and devastating act of darkness, he might be so distracted that his padawan [member="Aston Jacobs"] was alive and given most needed time to recover and reengage.

 

[Alva Calvarona]

Location: Gorinth Canyon (PVP/NPC, C objective)
Allies: Republic (I guess, no idea whose nearby)
Enemies: [member="Agamemnon"] and the Sith

Gear: Dragoon Class Combat Armor, Crinan Energy Blades, Slicewire, E-11 Blaster Rifle

The Imperial Commandos wouldn't know what hit them until it was too late of course, the group not going to consider a single signature a threat as they stepped toward the edge of the canyon lip to begin setting up grapple lines to begin their mine laying operation to bring the cliff face down on the Sith encampment below. It wasn't exactly clear the lone figure would be unnaturally fast, only shaping into a droid until it was close enough for the soldiers to respond, not expecting it to have photoreceptors with abnormal equipment, especially when the model wasn't a familiar one whose capabilities could be readily evaluated. Plus what kind of droid used lightsabers too? The final thoughts of the Imperial soldiers likely clinging to the fact of how unfair their situation was given how shocking their opponent was.

Not that it mattered as the unit was eliminated as if they were nothing more than disposable waste, throw aways whose lives did not matter, and would not be noticed as they died and were violated to have their corpses raised as shambling husks. Yet, noticed they were, as the blasterfire would indeed alert the other squad to the fact they were in combat. However, the gap between the groups as they set about their tasks left little room for the others to rush to their comrades aid, Alva in particular turning her gaze to the figures that were her troops being cut down, their lives blinking out from her senses as a scowl crossed her face beneath her helm. A scowl that only deepened when the fray was over, her squad attaching their grapple lines pausing as they watched the lone enemy stand amidst the fallen, before the deceased apparently returned to their feet around their killer.

All their armor had built in rangefinders, they could clearly see what was happening as their visors adjusted for the distance and zoomed in the view before them. Their comrades were not getting back up to continue the fight. . . . .in fact many of them were very clearly missing their heads, already dead. The sounds of a few of her squad members having heavy breathing did not escape Alva, nor did the grinding of another's teeth, clearly angered by the sight and perhaps pressed to do something reckless. It was an unsettling scene, and it made those who saw it nervous, frightened, and furious all at the same time. Personally though Alva wondered what the trick to what she was seeing was. Was it a Sith nearby keeping tabs on the dead and bringing their broken bodies back to the fight? Was it a twist in the mad science that had once created a virus to reanimate bodies? Or was it something else altogether?

Regardless of what she was witnessing, Alva Calvarona, officer of the Imperial military, and a Practitioner of Crina, was not happy about it as she began stepping away from her squad at work setting up their equipment to begin their work of placing the mines necessary to bring the cliff down on top of the Sith's head. "Keep stealth measures up and continue the operation, I will be dealing with this matter personally." It was already clear anyway that whoever was over there was using lightsabers and out of the league of her soldiers. They were well trained and capable, but even with shields fighting a lightsaber wielding opponent was still harsh, especially when this . . ..droid was already having the advantage of mystery around it.

It would only be foolish to waste more of her soldiers against it.

Twitching her fingers, the first bit of the strands of her slice began to drop from the spools on her hands as Alva approached the figures of her reanimated soldiers and the droid who had felled them in the first place. Her voice unheard within her helmet as she began chanting, using the lessons learned from her time growing up on Crina, training to become a Practitioner, to use the force, which her people, as those of Dathomir too, believed was magic, drawing its strength upon her as the wind began to blow slightly. She didn't care if they saw her coming, but when she started getting close enough she could sprint and get the most out of the momentum without wasting her energy, Alva pressed her feet off the ground as she used the strength of the force she had drawn upon to fuel the power she had gleaned from The Dark Man in their battle to enhance the speed and power of her body, though not quite to his effect.

Her wrists flicking as her slicewire spiraled away from her body, Alva twisted her body as she slammed her foot down as she reached the midst of the shambling husks that had once been her men, twirling for a moment as her momentum whipped the slicewire through the air, wrapping it around the bodies of four of the former commandos, leaving her with the simple chore of clenching her fists, pulling the wires taut, the strings capable of cutting through durasteel cleanly dismembering the corpses clad in plastoid armor, dropping the pieces onto the dusty rock of the canyon top. "Slow, sloppy, and a disgrace to their former ability. . . .is there any reason besides providing a warm up for me that you bothered to reanimate these poor sods in such a pitiful manner."

Turning her helmeted gaze upon the culprit who had drawn her ire, Alva let the slice slip back into their spools with a twist of her fingers, her hands dipping to her sides to grab hold of her crinan energy blades, activating the weapons as she began her chanting again, calmly sweeping her blades about to cleave the arms off the bodies of the remaining reanimated corpses reaching for her, before continuing on to cut them in half with a second stroke, as if she were no more than pruning her garden of its thorns before cutting the stems of the weeds fouling her view. After all, why bother with theatrical flips for shambling husks without heads to even gnaw on her.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

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

The Crinan woman slaughtered through the mindshackled corpses. They were not meant to be killers. They were meant to be distractions. And be it foolishness, vengeance, or hatred, the woman had been distracted.

<A Force User. Excellent, killing your kind is what I was made for.>, the voice raspy and dark, filled with contempt, <Initializing Murder dot exe.>

The arms separated at the hand, wrist, elbow and shoulder, the dual rotatrr cuffs allowing the arms to shift which ones we upper and which were lower as it engaged the woman. The arms flexed and the extra hands grasped lightsabers of their own, the four coming to life with the distinct snap hiss they were known for. The droid raised to its full height, standing head and shoulders over the woman he faced. Servos whined as the prepared for combat.

With a jolt the droid darted to the woman’s left and advanced with a bound, firing its Ion Beamer as it came into saber range. There were many tricks and weapons that the droid had left, there was no need to use them all right away, but this one could be devastating to Force Users and at the very least would keep her on her toes.

The sabers came in upon the woman, outnumbering her own blades, the arms operated independently in terrifying fashion. From the left the upper blade slashed downward for collarbone while the lower spun on its axis, blurring like a saw blade or a propeller, coming up for her midsection hoping to bisect her or find a weak spot before she could react.

From the right the upper blade slashed for her upper arm, hoping to catch her there and sustain contact for a moment. The lower blade went low, for the side of the knee, an area difficult to protect well with armor, in hopes of limiting her mobility.

The droid kept a wide stance, its weight balanced perfectly, allowing it to jump if need be, lift either leg, or perhaps it had something just a bit more sinister trapped within the corrupted droid brains.

 

[Komo]

Objective: Try not to die (PVP)
Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Allies: [member="Enoch Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Cyril Grayson"]

Balmorra held great memories for many, but none for Greta. The Sith Knight had been to the planet several times, most of which had been during her service under the military then. Personally, there was nothing significantly special about Balmorra for her. She had however, recognised the importance of the planet to the One Sith, and as a loyalist, she would hardly be caught absent in the defence of the Sith-held territories. Currently without an opponent, Greta walked around as she watched her comrades, both known and unknown in their engagements.

Along the way, she met Enoch Zambrano, a close friend and fellow comrade of hers. He had decided to tag along and see what they may find in the defence of the arms factory today. She was fine with that. Fight was plenty today. They should find something soon. Opportunity came looking for them soon enough, with the appearance of a Jedi. From the way he carried himself, Greta wouldn't be surprised if he was a Jedi Master.

Now, that would be a challenge. She wouldn't exactly consider herself master-level just yet, and the Jedi looked more than capable of putting up a strong fight. He introduced himself as Cyril Grayson and informed that he and his comrades would be freeing Balmorra this day. He politely demanded their surrender, as politely as one can be with one's weapon drawn.

However, Greta had no intention on surrending today, and she knew that Enoch would feel the same. Unclipping her own lightsaber from her belt, and igniting it with a similar snap-hiss, springing the reddish-orange blade to life, the Sith knight replied. "Greetings, Jedi Grayson. Unfortunately, I have no intentions of surrending today. I have a factory to protect, and surrending would make that kind of difficult."

 

[Vrag]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPYLIy3FWpk​

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

Curses. Vrag released the trigger to let the weapon cool off as she backstepped at the hand motion of the enemy, circling out of line of attack in hopes of closing the distance once more.

The fast-growing plants sprouting once more from the parched soil of Balmorra outpaced her, however, and one of the vines made a grab for her back leg, curling around her ankle. She growled low in her throat as all her weight rested on her front leg for a moment, but the Ygdris cooed and coiled with renewed strength, its sharp legs lashing out at the sprawling plantlife grappling its mistress' leg with a vengeance.

This game of cat and mouse was starting to grate on her nerves, but the firrerreo had long realized anger to be the first and main reason for untimely demise in the ranks of the Sith, and had no plans to follow in their footsteps. They could fight with ire and fury all they wanted, but the woman was little else than a cold, impassive organic machine of armor and muscle when it came to combat, and like a machine, she would press forward, covering her approach with quick bursts of fire to keep the blonde on the defensive while she would attempt to close the distance into the wide measure with skilled footwork and longer, faster strides. She would take hold of her trusty lightsaber once more right before entering striking distance, brandishing the red blade with aplomb reflective of a dedicated duelist. In an effort to overwhelm the Jedi, the searing beam of her weapon would jab and meander around the blonde, her reach and agility made superior by the use of a one-handed style and the sheer size difference between the two fighters.

You will kneel.

All she needed was a single, tiny moment of opportunity; a weak guard, a poor parry, a slow sidestep; anything at all would do.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Objective: Make the galaxy one Sith Acolyte fewer
Allies: The Force – and [member="Mullarus"] (even if he doesn’t realise it)
Enemies: [member="Mullarus"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atQrG8QCXeA

Nubica was in a flow now. And the angrier her opponent got, the more it fed her abilities in combat. But she was no fool. If she gained the upper hand he would not continue with the same tactics. Rather, he’d look to switch them around – so she was expecting something…anything.

But not necessarily what he did.

As she was thinking this, the Force whirled around her and Nubica found herself wrenched off the ground, hurtling backward through the air to slam against the smooth-grey wall of the factory. The wall appeared to shiver with the impact, and a spiral galaxy birthed itself inside her head.

She thought to herself, 'I was wondering when we'd get to this part.'

Jedi Padawans learn to counter Force Kinesis before they even begin lightsaber training. Nubica sensed the flow of power that was now being exerted on her throat. If she delayed she’d lose oxygen and it would be a slippery slope from that point on.

Time to be clever.

She used the Force to shove against the wall behind her, sending her like a bullet at Mullarus. If he was good he might be able to keep his concentration on the grip on her throat. If he was good he might be able to avoid her being fired at him like a cannonball. But even great couldn’t do both.

For instead of resisting or grounding the power of Mullarus’ Force Choke, she added her own strength to it. The speed of her flight suddenly doubled; and as she flipped head-first in the air, she aimed the top of her head at his gut like a concussion missile.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Objective: Oppose the Jedi Arrogance
Allies: Hatred and Rage
Enemies: [member="Nubica Felidae"]

It was impressive at how capable this Jedi was. Mullarus had never heard, nor seen, anyone who could resist being choked against the wall like that, and still somehow throw themselves at their attacker with the Force.

But it was a foolish move to lead with her head and not her lightsaber.

Seeing the clear chance, with the woman roaring toward him with her head in the front, he simply swung his lightsaber at her as she came at him. Unless she could somehow change her course in such a short time or raise her lightsaber to block it, which would certainly take a lot out of her considering how swiftly she was moving, then Mullarus would surely slice her head clean off right there.

Maybe the Jedi are as stupid as I thought.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: The Balmorran Arms Factory (Somewhere near the upper levels)
Objective: Ain’t no doubt we’re here to party
Allies: Nope
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Theme: Got to keep on dancin’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7LfX9Me2GY

Corvus smiled. It was an emotionless effort – given her brain was effectively in two parts right now. The inner primitive part that guided emotions was clearly going to be firing commands at her outer brain – the one that dealt with logic, reason and language. But the two were currently disconnected. So Dun Möch was wasted on her.

For sure she’d hear the words and know what he was doing, but any hope that it would infuriate her or tap into her emotions was wasted. But inverse Dun Möch might work.

"Darth Vornskr," she said as they battled, "Did I mention you're under arrest."

"Or, if you like, it can be the part where I dismantle you bodily and ship you back to Ossus in a cargo hopper." It was a line she used often and was rather partial to it.

She was focused on the man. The Force was focused on his saber. She was relying on economy of motion and energy efficiency. She kept up her blade-movement to build up momentum.

It facilitated survival over victory – but those that criticised it did so, in Corvus’ opinion, because they did not understand it.

She parried blow after blow.

"I'm sorry, was I not clear?" she said. “And in case you’re wondering, I have no better way to pass the time while I wait for you to either decide to surrender, or choose to die."

The Force Lightning was met by her blade. At one point she considered bringing her shoto to bear. If he persisted with this style she would. For now she had the pace to counter both.

And when he Force Pushed, she did what she always did – she went with the motion. Which simply moved her backwards and stopped the flow of his attacks. Which was hardly a problem for her. Rather it played into her hands.

And still she made no attempt to counter. He was fresh. The dance was new. Give him a few songs and he would certainly tire.

But the Force showed her a support beam within reach of her blade and whispered…now.

“And I thought one of my loved ones was one of yours? Oh how fickle the One Sith are. Prepared to kill their own people out of spite!” Hoping to have distracted him, her blade flicked out and the durasteel beam parted, fresh-cut edges glowing white hot, and a small cargo container that the beam had been supporting tore free of its other supports with shrieks of anguished metal and crashed down upon her opponent.

 

[Darth Ayra]

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

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

A pang assaulted Ella's heart as she watched Arsix lift up from the ground, under the machinations of Vaulkhar. Before the Jedi Knight could respond to the Sith Acolyte's attack, the astromech was flung over the combatants engaged on the upper levels and out over the railings, towards the bottom level.

WABAPAIADO!

Arsix's shrieks became distant as quickly as he had been thrown. As he disappeared, Ella caught the duel that had just begun between Darth Vornskr and Corvus Raaf. She felt herself torn between four choices and they came at her from all directions.

Her friend and trusted companion could have been destroyed. The Jedi Grandmaster was in danger, as she was assaulted by one of the galaxies- arguably the most- deadliest combatants. The Balmorran Arms Factory had to be liberated from the hands of the One Sith; and then there was Vaulkhar, ready to dissect her at the moments hesitation.

What would she do?

The Force flowed through the Jedi Knight, calming her and keeping her attuned to the situation. She knew what she had to do. Her duty. Corvus would never hold her life over the hundreds that were being threatened, regardless of whether or not they were enemy or foe. She had came to save Balmorra- and just like everyone here- she knew that there was a possibility that she could die on this battlefield.

Arsix, droid as he might be, wouldn't want her to risk the entire operation to just save him. Plus, a Jedi must never hold attachment to anything or anyone, for this was a path to the dark side. Missing him was encouraged. But to suffer at the hands of his loss was not. She would discover his fate, sooner or later.

All that was left then was Vaulkhar and the barrier he posed to the operations control, where the fate of the Balmorran Arms Factory was held. She had to get there and whether it would be through him or over his dead body was up to him, not her.

The moment of crisis passed, leaving Ella only with serenity. She knew what she had to do.

"You will pay for doing that, Sith."

Bringing herself up to Vaulkhar's front, the Jedi Knight unleashed a flurry of strikes against the Sith Acolyte's own weapon. She would wear him down first, before delivering the blow that would determine the fate of the Galactic Republic.

 

[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]She was not a big burly man.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Was the thought that wisped through her head as she was sent flying backwards - see, there were those burly gals that probably could stand their footing or simply were paying better attention to the scene at hand, she didn’t have time to notice it though.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Part of her had still been concerned with the luuuttle vornskr babes and their sad, sad squeals of pain. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]That wasn’t nice… not nice at all.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Kala picked herself up, just in time to see the Countess throw an absolutely HUGE piece of [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]thing[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] at the two Jedi who had been saying something, she wasn’t sure what it was and neither did she particularly care. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Instead she extended her hand and… it started humming.[/SIZE]