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

Reverance · Oct 23, 2015

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

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2EhFEs2hj4

Another body to the floor, another life wasted without remorse. He squeezed his hand, fist balled around the collar of another soldier as they laid limp against his power. Pulling them up, a rag doll given a momentary life, the soldier began to cry. Maybe out of guilt, maybe because of deeds never completed. But Gabriel pondered the idea and settled for cowardice, quick to consider this mans time long past. His life had ended when he was born, on the path towards the hands of the Wrath and no amount of training, no amount of equipment or expenses, could change the fate rendered today. Gabriel smiled as the man began to speak about his family, about the life he had back home, and responded with a tender press of his hand against the cheek. A slightest display of kindness, one he had learned and refined from his interactions with [member="Chevu Visz"].

"Don't weep my friend. You will be a hero this day, your Republic will recall your acts of valor. You will afford them more opportunity dead than you ever did alive." Gabriel pulled the man close, cheeks covered in dirt and tears. "And the funny thing is this: they knew all along that you rode to your demise. And they didn't care. But I do." He gripped the mans head hard and smiled, reassuringly. "This will be the most important day of your life." Pressing hard to his right, he broke the man and rid him of what life he had left. And just then, a monster of a warrior walked into the long hallway, standard camouflage garb and no apparent weapons. He gestured for Gabriel to approach, to fight. The Wrath tilted his head and laughed, tossing the soldier away, just like the Republic. The line between Empire and Republic was quickly fading.

Gabriel charged forward, War-torn armor plates scraping against mesh and Gambeson as the Wrath attempted to tackle the man. He was stopped in his tracks as the soldier lifted the Sith Lord from his feet and bear hugged him.

"How does that feel, little man!"

Between struggling breaths, Gabriel let out a laugh as his face turned red, head butting the nose twice in fast repetition. He felt it break and then some as the giant let go, staggering back. Gabriel breathed in heavily and wiped the sweat from his lip. "You tell me."

The soldier let out a scream and charge, Gabriel leaned forward and at the last moment, made his move. Pushing off the wall to his left, he jumped forward and where his knee flew just happened to match the spot were the charging soldiers head occupied. Dazed, the man fell backwards and landed in a hard thud. Still breathing but obviously incapacitated, Gabriel rubbed his knee and approached, standing above the mans chest. "How does that feel?" He lifted the man by his collar, Voxyn arm carrying the weight. He pressed his ear to the man's mouth and listened. "Huh..." He perched his lip and let go, the sound of the mans head hitting the floor echoed through the hallway. "That's too bad." Three punches, the head no longer resembled a head as the body spasmed one last time before silently drifting off. Blood pooling across the metal floor, Gabriel stepped away and approached the next door. Opening it, he rubbed his knuckles and shook his head.

"Feels pretty good..." He said with a laugh, the door hissing shut behind him.

Darth Carnifex · Oct 23, 2015

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhJh5_6MuCk[/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

"Your efforts are meaningless."

He swung his blade upward, smoothly transitioning from his strikes against Corvus to deftly sunder the small cargo container in two with his lightsaber and with a mere twitch of his wrist he sent both halves flying off into the far distance. He acted on the momentum from his swing to spin his body and backpedal away from Covus, basically resetting the battlefield as he essentially ended up where he had started prior to their little skirmish. "But you still love her, don't you?" he laughed, a short chortle that bubbled up from within to mock the Grandmaster. "But does she return it? Does she love you?" His body transitioned into another fighting stance, his blade held out before him as he began to slowly pace around Corvus, like a predator circling cornered prey, but even then he was still wary of her every move. Despite her vile Jedi philosophy a cornered animal was still the most dangerous animal of all.

"Or is your love given in vain? Just like your faith... in the end it is worth nothing." He took a step forward, dark power gathering within him as he moved as he swiftly rushed forward to reengage Corvus in another bout of blows, parries, and feints as he assumed a more pro-Form II style for finesse and precise strikes aimed to test every angle of Corvus' defenses. However; that was not the primary aspect of his renewed assault, but rather it was the prelude to something greater. As he traded blows, most likely being most aggressive and offensive of the two, he would begin to weave together a complicated and systematic attack on Corvus' mind. While he was no supreme mentalist like [member="Darth Carach"] was, he still had become quite proficient even against other masters, but he hadn't used such techniques in a while (mainly focusing on physical domination rather than mental in recent years) but he still knew where to push and how hard or delicate to do so.

First he would test her mental defenses in a manner similar to how he was testing her form's, and then once he had finally deduced a suitable angle of attack he would hammer down with magnificent mental force to try and brutally burst through at one singular point. If he was successful he'd try and dredge up painful memories, bringing what should be forgotten back up into the light to use against her, but if his initial attack failed or was repelled he would only try again.

More tenacious than before.

Vaulkhar · Oct 23, 2015

Location: Next to Darth Vornskr
Objective: Survive.
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]; The One Sith
Enemies: [member="Ella Nova"]
Equipment:

Sith Assassin Armor
Single bladed yellow lightsaber.

Vaulkhar's only response to the woman's actions, considerations, and words was a simple shrug. If there was one thing the young man was sure of, that was his general lack of caring towards this entire scenario. All he wanted was to watch Vornskr and Corvus battle to the death; hopefully. But here he was, taking part in this invasion, going so far as to actually fight in it. Rather depressing, to say the least. He was not at all surprised when she launched herself into an attack pattern. His many hours and years spent training with the saber taught him more than anything else when it came to being a Sith. It taught him rage. It taught him pain. But it also taught him patience and humility. There were no better bladesman than the likes of Vengeance, and he was sure of that; even as he faced this Jedi.

She was good, he had to admit it. Her pattern flowed together as if it were a river piercing a simple forest passage. There was power behind each attack, though force was withheld to retain energy. A good fighter never lost their stamina early on in a fight, unless of course they relished in the slaughter of senseless and skill-less killing. His saber was brought up and worked quick, tight weaving patterns to block and parry her own saber. The blade flew close to his body on quite a few different occasions, but each time it was turned away.

"I must ask," he began his question with a simple statement. "Are you a user of form six? Or, Djem So, I suppose. Or maybe you simply enjoy combat? I honestly don't know." His shoulders rose in a shrug as his blade forced her own to the side during her flurry of attacks. In that moment Vaulkhar stepped forth and aimed an elbow directly at the woman's jaw. Upon throwing it, he turned quickly as well, utilizing the force to enhance his own movements, to throw a horizontal slash at her right side, aimed for the elbow. There was not much power behind the blow, upon first glance.

Enoch Zambrano · Oct 23, 2015

Objective: Kill or be killed
Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Cyril Grayson"]

Enoch slowly turned after Greta. She'd seemed to notice something he hadn't in his sightless rage. With a dark smile, Enoch looked at the man, only half his body facing him. He added his own lightsaber to the chorus of snap-hisses. Enoch glanced at Greta momentarily, smirking at her. This was what he had been waiting for, a powerful Jedi to kill. While Enoch's normal state of mind would be to fear the Jedi, and let that fear fuel him, this...different, part of him would to just the opposite. With no intention of flat out bumrushing the Jedi, Enoch V2 wasn't going to sit back and wait for an opening, he was going to make his own.

"I'm awfully tired of seeing all this carnage...and not being able to fully participate, so can we just get this over with?"

Aston Jacobs · Oct 23, 2015

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

The place was rife with the darkside of the force, Aston' hadn't dealt with such as strong a power as this in his lifetime. While the Padawan had dealt with his own share of pain and partial suffering this was something else. A continuing shower of darkside energy that wasn't going to stop. The only way to get out was keep fighting, no matter what. The Jedi Padawan had the tendency to cling to hope, as that might have gotten a bit of criticism. It didn't matter, he was here and what he believed was all that mattered. The Jedi Padawan had to hope that he and his Master, as well as entirety of the Galactic Republic would get through it.

The only way was together.

The attack came swiftly, while hindered, the Jedi padawan reacted quickly as he brought his hand up using the force as an absorbent instead of trying to tackle the raw power of the sith lord. The attack lessened, yet was still strong enough to push the Jedi padawan back landing on his back he rolled a few times from the momentum, as he was just mere inches away from the wall. Aston let out a small grunt as he rolled over, ignoring the pain shooting through his body and he looked up towards his master. Something was happening to him, and Aston knew that his own time was limited. The Jedi climbed to his feet just as his master fell to his knees and the Jedi padawan rushed forward summing his lightsaber to him, the blade coming to life. The force aiding his sprint and speed as all his energy could muster. Aston leaped up towards the Sith Lord on the upper walkway and brought his saber down vertically upon him, as he landed barely making up.

Aiming to cut him from head all the way down, should he be so lucky.

"This is a world for good, not tyranny and fear!"

Rexus Drath · Oct 23, 2015

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 again didn't have a lot of time, and he had been straining his spiritual muscles to pull off the barriers and workings that he had been performing. There was still plenty left in the tank, it was more or less how he was using his power that was stressful. Quick bursts of power in short amounts of time, it was the equivalent of trying to do quick reps benching on your max amount of weight. So this time it would be different, there was enough time with the massive hunk of metal that was hurdling at them. So closing his eyes and focusing on the force he exhaled out and unseen arms extended forth through the air and latched themselves onto the chunk of metal coming towards them.

"No." he said with a calm and firmness to it.

The invisible force grabbed on hard and the man contorted his face straining as the metal came towards the two of them. Slowly coming to a halt he kept his focus on it and let it drop to the ground afterwards. His muscles ached his body and spirit felt the strain of the energy flowing through and out of him and he was still ready to fight for what he believed in.

So the Sith wanted a range battle, then they would get it. Focusing through the force Rex was going to make sure that if the woman wanted to throw down like this then she could watch her babies get licked. So with his unseen aura rippling with power the man extended his hands as if he were about to turn a large, and with that power he latched onto the Vornskr that remained besides the women and gave her the dirtiest look he could before he did something he really didn't want to.

He closed his hands into fists as if crushing an object in his hands, that's exactly what he was doing, crushing something. But in this case it was somebodies babies. Was it a very Jedi thing to do? Nah, but if there was anything to lure her into a saber fight where you wanted to kill somebody with your bare hands this was the best bet.

"Fight me." He said with his attack hopefully being successful.

Kenrath · Oct 23, 2015

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:

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

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

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

The looked like he had been slapped in the face at the mention of a tactical retreat. He started to light up Thanith preaching about duty and the cause. Thanith shook his head. Their conversation interupted by another volley of fire from the Republic Fleet.

"Sir incoming fire."

Thanith braced as another round of fire ripped through the Charlie. Alarms and bells went off. Alarms that would never silence. The pilot fought to keep the Dark Blade moving.

"Damage re........................."

It began a moot point as their Razer escort basically burst into flames right in front of them. With the Razer gone, the Vanguard gone. He didn;t need to know about the ship he was on. The alarms and flashing lights told him all he needed to know. The battle was lost now. The only thing left to do was to convince the stubborn Captain before they died as well.

"There were 6,000 souls on board the Hellhammer Victor Captain." "Another 7,500 on this ship to take into consideration." "Can you sleep at night with that many deaths on your conscious Captain?" "I can't."

He paused.

"We are out numbered, outgunned, and frankly outclassed." "With no guarantee of the rest of the Fleet coming at all much less getting here on time."

He turned to the crew.

"It is very simple ladies and gentlemen." "We hit and run." "Get around to the other side of the planet." "With any luck the enemy Fleet with split up with some of them chasing us." "It may be enough for our unlikely allies to gain the advantage." "Maybe it saves Balmorra and maybe it doesn't." "Nothing we can do if we are dead."

He paused for a moment before issuing orders.

"Get us out of here." "The only thing we can do at this point is get killed."

He sat back waiting to see what would happen. It would not take long before the crew jumped to the task. Much to the chagrin of the Captain. The Captain vowed to have Thanith tossed in prison and executed for mutiny and treason. Thanith calmly looked at the Captain with a smile.

"If we live Captain you can do whatever you feel is right." "But remember something Captain without a crew you have no ship, with no crew you have no career."

Thanith turned watching what ever happened next with grim determination. He only hoped they good get far enough away from the fight to jump out of the system.

Dark Blade Crippled

Razer destroyed

Make epic speech

Watch his very short Naval Career go up in Flames.

Darth Ferus · Oct 23, 2015

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Find and face Minna
Nearby Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Minna"]

"Tell me, have you ever heard the Force scream?" Minna was not alone. Perhaps she hadn't been since her arrival. Perhaps the Shadow had been lurking. Waiting. She had come, but this would only be a place of pain. Pain and misery, deserving of those the Sith hated.

He hated her.

She had stolen his vessel. Taken away his physical form. Locked him away to be lost in the pain of millions. He had been assumed dead, but he wasn't. Oh no, he had broken those chains, taken the millions as his servants. He even learned secrets thought forgotten. So in a way he had to thank her. Ferus never would of become this powerful without her.

Power was cut rather suddenly, leaving the whole wing the pair was in smothered in darkness. His droid had seen to making sure the Sith was at home. His voice whispered through the halls, almost disembodied.

"I know what it sounds like. What's more, I know how to cause it. The Force is alive, and it can be hurt. And when enough pain is caused, you can hear its screams across the galaxy. Do you remember the basin? That was a beautiful scream, but hard to make. For now, I will be content with it's whimpering." All around the female the Force suddenly died. It felt as if something was burning it away, devouring it's life.

And it was. A black flame, invisible in the darkness, was rapidly approaching the sitting master. In its trail the Force died, burnt away by the touch of the flame. Intense heat could be felt almost immediately.

Ferus had come.

Catalys Maijora · Oct 24, 2015

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

All things considered, the Republic's fleet displayed a fairly basic strategy. Deal damage, retreat, and attempt to outmaneuver the opposing forces. It wasn't a bad strategy, but the tactical uncertainty of space combat meant that achieving better positioning than the opposing fleet was nearly impossible. Especially against Primeval vessels--which thanks to the Fringe--have been given weaponry which achieve very long effective ranges. The hellbore alone can accurately fire upon an enemy vessel ten times the average distance between a planet and its moon.

"It looks like half their forces are retreating behind the planet's horizon for the time being. We've detected another fleet exiting hyperspace, and the detachment assaulting the Sith fleet has begun to maneuver around us in what looks like a flanking attempt." The sensory officer was a perceptive woman. It was one thing to read information and announce it, but another to understand exactly what that data meant. She understood quite clearly what their movements were intended to achieve.

"Tactical profiles are being built, relaying adjusted data every twenty seconds. Coordination efficiency has achieved sixty-two percent." The synergy between Primeval vessels was starting to become more and more effective.

"If they want to flank us, they'll have to force it. Continue to push, close the hook so they have no choice but to attack from the side," unless they were bold enough to get into standard ranges, they'd likely attempt to attack from afar where electronic warfare affects them the least. Then they'd also have to take into account the Primeval-class' unusual design features.

With its reverse thrusters, the star destroyer banked at an angle, maintaining standard drift as its main guns came into LOS against the flanking fleet.

"HELIX tubes one, three, four, and six have been reloaded."

With that, four HELIX missiles, fired against Taeli's fleet; following that attack, the two hellbore cannons roared to life, the gatling-esque weapon fired from a total of sixty energy projectors per cannon. Their target? The rather large star destroyer, Restitution.

>Pushing forward to either force a sharp flank or have them break off.
>Primeval-class firing four HELIX missiles against Taeli's command.
>Primeval-class firing two hellbore cannons against the Restitution.
>Building tactical profiles of opposing commanders.
>Wondering why Alet has been so quiet.
>Disabling gravity-well projector now that arriving fleet has exited hyperspace.
>Keeping an eye on the retreating fleet.

Alva Calvarona · Oct 24, 2015

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

Murder.exe?

Sounded like a poodooty program that wouldn't have dodge as a subroutine, and its not even that complex of a move to know!

Although regardless of how ridiculous the machine before the crinan woman sounded, it was clearly intimidating as she watched the droid's arms split to create double the number of limbs than there had been before, each hand at the end of the appendages clutching a lightsaber too to finally make it click in Alva's mind that this mechanical menace bore some resemblance to General Grievous of the Clone Wars, though there could be more examples. She didn't exactly have time to read about them all when she had underwent sleepless nights to catch up with the rest of the galaxies knowledge as a result of her homeworld's prior isolation. However, that hardly mattered here or there.

What mattered was that this thing had killed her men, and she was here to repay its actions in full. As it stood to its full height Alva tightened her grip on her blades, sliding her feet to a stance common among the Practitioners of her homeworld, that she had learned in her days at the Cosmina Academy and from spare time sparring with her father and members of the guard. The crinan woman herself wondered how her swordsmanship held up against the famed techniques of the Sith and Jedi force users, but for now she supposed testing her limits against a machine styled after the famed Jedi killer of the Clone Wars was a good start to see where she stood.

Which wasn't necessarily where she was standing a moment ago as she hopped to her left, her body twisting to follow her opponent as the murderous droid launched itself to her left, firing something at her from its upper left arm that prompted her to get on the move, her face turning to a scowl as she watched how its attacks came in on her. The spinning blade of its lower left arm confirming her concern that using her slicewire was going to be difficult unless she got behind it. Her favored weapon may cut durasteel as cleanly as lightsabers, but they wouldn't handle a lightsaber cut themselves sadly. One of these days she supposed she would have to ask Ikki to make her a set of strings like the Atrisian woman's own so that wouldn't be a concern in the future.

Now as for defense, Alva only saw one certainly safe action to take. That being to disengage, because for now she wasn't aware of her enemy's abilities and armaments. After all whatever it had shot from its wrist had nearly taken her by surprise before. Her eyes were out now for similar tricks from the rest of her foe's appendages as she made her move to gain some distance. The force she had gathered with her soft chanting since activating her energy blades was poured once more to enhancing her physical limits, her foot pressing off the ground as she landed from her hop with the droid on top of her, her arms raising her weapons to block the blows aimed for her collarbone and arm while her jump threw her above the blows directed to her lower body as she landed back on the ground several feet back from her opponent.

She had to keep her movements crisp, clean, fluid, and most of all simple. The droid's body allowed it many unique attack patterns like that twirling hand nonsense. Taking a breathe, Alva shuffled her feet with a displeased huff as she considered how she had to improvise her strategy. She would have preferred a simple exchange of blades, but with things as they were it didn't appear as though it would turn out well in her favor if she didn't start using other powers of the force she could wield. She would have to make her efforts count too, since she knew her limitations in using her abilities as freely as Jedi or Sith relied on her focus and her concentration to gather her strength in bursts.

Laira Darkhold · Oct 24, 2015

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGx6K90TmCI

The woman was being delivered an order of Savage, with no Chill. That was the goal here, turn her to mince and animate her corpse, then move on to the next foolish organic that believed it could out pace a droid with literally infinite stamina. The woman leaped over the lower blades and backwards. Without lightsabers and without some unknown weapon she was at a serious disadvantage. She had the Force but the Force had its limitations.

She blocked the blades aimed for her upper body on her way up, but she left herself vulnerable. As she soared away out of reach, the droid surged forward a pace, its shoulders rolling to alternate the upper and lower arms as robotic claws pressed a button on what was now the lower two blades, causing them to more than double in length, sweeping in an X movement where her legs should be when she landed according to the extensive calculations its droid brain was solving at an incredulous rate. Here would be her legs, ready to be slashed by the elongated lightsaber blades just above the knees hoping to sever those nasty little tendons and ligaments.

But that was just a portion of the offense. That was the greatest benefit to wielding so many lightsabers, it kept your opposition on their toes and provided the droid with a significant advantage in close combat. The upper arms were left in a defensive position, prepared to defend against whatever slashes she intended to do, but those weren’t dangerous, not to the Droid. No, but her armor did need to be overcome. A hiss emanated from one of the upper arms and a cone of fog and liquid sprayed out for the woman’s general vicinity. The fog was because of the incredible cold of the liquid nitrogen suddenly being exposed to the relatively warm air of Balmorra.

Minna · Oct 24, 2015

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Kill Ferus
Nearby Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Darth Ferus"]

"Tell me, have you ever heard the Force scream?" Death spoke once again, yet this time in the form of a man. He was here, hidden in the newfound darkness. For this her eyes never opened, instead feeling the force around her to give her the vision otherwise lost. However, that too disappeared. Death continued to speak as she shot upwards, leaping to a beam running across the ceiling. Her hand had to grasp for the metal and pull her up, since the force below was too weak to make a fully optimal jump. Already she was witnessing the power of Ferus, yet it did not dishearten her.

Her blue blade ignited, giving some light to her surroundings. Slowly she examined the area, keeping an eye out for the slightest discrepency. Finding something to pinpoint in the force was hard, as below there seemed to be merely a void of emptiness. It seemed only her words could draw him out.
"Stop acting like a coward, Ferus." Suddenly she dropped down again, this time in a different opening. With the light of her blade with her, she watched out for any more fire. "Face me, and we shall decide which is stronger; the Dark, or the Light." Minna paused, looking around and expecting him to come. "Trickery and games are a child's way of settling scores." A hidden smirk followed her gaze, sweeping around for the Sith.

Her mind was relatively clear, the force becoming one with her, but a single thought was glued to the back of her mind.
Only one of them would walk away from this.

Tmoxin Temi · Oct 24, 2015

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

Tmoxin peeked around the turret to see if her opponent was on the ground, but when she heard the blaster fire, closer to her position, she ducked back behind the turret. She caught a flash of him moving, which meant he had not succumbed to her Mind Trick. The Hapan Dark Jedi felt his Force signature, not as strong as a Jedi Master but not a weak signal either. And he was getting closer.

The dust of the her sand storm still swirled around, but she followed the signal to the enclosure where she thought the Jedi was. She needed to reach him first now - no way was Tmoxin letting him slip inside the factory. The armaments inside were locked up for the most part, but she didn't need him hiding and using the element of surprise to hunt her down. She was no game animal.

Igniting her blade, she used Force speed and an augmented jump to leap to the point where she thought her adversary was. With an upward slash of the blade, she attempted to land on top of him with both feet to his face. She simultaneously swung the downward to follow the impact of her body with a strike.

Nubica Felidae · Oct 24, 2015

Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Objective: Go with the flow
Allies: The Force
Enemies: [member="Mullarus"]

Her tactics against Force Choke were straight out of the Jedi Manual — and specifically a move that Mace Windu was famed for.

Of course she had little time to think — just time to react. He’d decided to focus on using his saber against her, which was a positive as she saw it. It meant his focus switched from the Force Choke — which required concentration.

And he foolishly chose not to avoid her — and stood his ground, which was also a mistake as she saw it.

As she was fired at the speed of the Force, his saber swung at her. She could have ignited her own saber possibly, but at this speed, given how close together they were, it would have been impossible to exercise any sort of control. Which she relied upon, given he was attempting something similar.

So she simply put all her effort into speeding up her approach and accepted the hit in return for her fist driving into his solar plexus by the combined power of the Force and her Jedi combat training.

At this pace, her right hand would be likely to sink in to the wrist. But it came at a cost — she took a glancing blow from the saber to her left arm, although it immediately cauterised. But the scarring would be significant — and once the adrenaline subsided would no doubt cause great pain.

Laguz Vald · Oct 24, 2015

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[SIZE=14.6667px]Ding![/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]A little alarm sounded, and Laguz uncrossed xir legs — such as they were — sliding from xir chair in a single fluid movement.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Xir ride was here.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]'Here', more specifically, was the same route Cata had arrived by, which wasn't all that surprising, because the ships were of the same origin. Different, boss, though. More relaxed, altogether. The reviews were mixed, to be honest, but overall the crew enjoyed the addition of blackjack and schuttas a lot.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]With a quick tap on xir commlink, Laguz would hail the Commander of xir fleet first, bidding the surly old man a warm — [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]overly[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] warm, some would say — welcome to the fantastic atmosphere of Balmorran space, which was to say: immersed in warfare, expletives, and some well-needed alcohol. Then xe promptly hailed Cata, because that dude was awesome, and as xe was pulling on xir boots, the merc would ask for the briefest of briefs in recorded history while the last of xir ships dropped out of hyperspace and into formation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Right beneath the vessels of [member="Taeli Raaf"].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]They came from behind![/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Laguz would chuckle to xemself with an odd glint in xir eye as xe communicated the rest of what needed to be done to that wrinkly rosebud up top. Funtimes. The guy was probably angry to have someone so young telling him what to do. Well… [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]young[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]. The shifter toyed with the idea of showing up as a mirror image of the Commander just to kark with the man, but thought better of it. Xe was getting paid good money to kark with the Republic instead, after all.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Without ado, the ships would unload their ranged weapons upon the underprepared enemy vessels, assaulting them in their moment of surprise and distraction. You could always count on Cata to mess with their perception, too, ship or man, and this time was no different.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Gods bless your karking jammers, you bastard.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The Ruin-class, lovingly dubbed [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Getting Over Anja[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px], would expel its heavy weaponry and warheads at the blinded fleet, joined in the unheard melody by the two Hood-class cruisers, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Anja II [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]and [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Anja III[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] who would add the deep bass of Hellbore cannons to the tune. The loudest of all, however, would be the Primeval-class, the pride of xir fleet and therefore called no less than [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Balagoth[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px], appropriately to the amount of death and fire it spewed from its weapons. It was the magnificent virtuoso of xir fleet, booming and powerful as it would try to transform the adversary into little more than flaming husks slowly succumbing to gravity of the planet below. And as the last tone of the composition, the Boar-class, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Kiran[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px], would join in as the oboe of this particular orchestra, penetrating and distinctive even through all the coordinated ruckus of the bigger, badder fish in the galactic sea.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Quietly and subtly, like thieves in the night — or, rather, the impenetrable darkness of the void of space — [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Juma Juice [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]and [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Rusty[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] would begin firing up their EW systems under the Commanders dutiful orders.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Gotta earn that money.[/SIZE]

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[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Getting Over Anja[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]x 4 mass-drivers at the Restitution[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]x 2 assault concussion missiles & x2 capital proton torpedoes at Inculpable[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]x2 assault concussion missiles & x2 captial proton torpedos at Virtue[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]x2 assault concussion missiles & x2 capital proton torpedoes at Mother Goose[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Anja II & Anja III[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]x1 Hellbore cannon at Restitution[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]x1 Hellbore cannon at Inculpable[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Balagoth[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]x1 Hellbore cannon at Virtue[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]x1 Hellbore cannon at Mother Goose[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]x20 heavy long-range turbolasers & x12 heavy long-range ion cannons at Restitution[/SIZE]
x20 heavy long-range turbolasers & x12 heavy long-range ion cannons[SIZE=14.6667px] at Inculpable[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Kiran[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Fore mass-drivers & fore ion cannons at Inculpable[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Rusty & Juma Juice[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]EW systems activation started[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]

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Lash · Oct 24, 2015

Location: 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

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:
Fighters Fighters Fighters
FG / FG / FG
CA / / CA
SD

Lash watched the shapes of the ships grow in the distance. The disabled hulk of a Sith Dreadnought drifted in the lifeless, gave Lash faith in his new allies. They had rapidly went to work on the Sith fleet and found success.

"Commander Jesti, Begin launching assault forces. Have them move along the flank of the battle and move into assist our forces below."

The Chiss Officer nodded then went to give the order to the assault forces to depart. Drop ships began dropping out of the ventral hull of the massive ship forming up and moving off away from the battle flanking the engagment zone. The deployment would take several minutes which gave Lash time so sum up the tactical situation. It was apparent He would need to move in and engage the Primeval Fleets. Now engaging the Galactic Republics forces. That was not the question. What was odd was what the Galactic Republic was attempting. It was bold and Lash would make sure he was in position when the time came.

"Captain, After our assault forces are away take us in. Lets soften them up before we get close. Have all Long Guns target that lead destroyer. Maintain all shields at double forward. Now Lets see if we can find something to listen to while we wait."

The dropships and their escorts rushed away from the Termagant into the distance. Most had managed to get off without any issues but one heavy transport had suffered a engine failure and was now floating in space near the Termagant.

"Commodore, We have a transport listing off our port."

Lash looked at an image of the ship floating helplessly in space.

"They knew the price they might have to pay. If they survive the battle we will recover them in mop up. Now all ahead full."

Summary

* Launched assault forces
* Moving in to assait GR fleets

Krux Mullarus · Oct 24, 2015

Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Objective: Ow
Allies: Me / Sith
Enemies: [member="Nubica Felidae"]

Mullarus had unfortunately underestimated the speed at which the Jedi was coming at him like a torpedo. On the bright side, Mullarus heard the skin of her arm singe off on the top as his lightsaber grazed it. That would leave a nasty scar, or at least scab for a very long time, he felt. On the downside, the attack did not do nearly as much damage as he had hoped it would. Instead, she slammed into his torso. He felt a severe pain in his chest as he hit the ground, hoping it was just a bruise and not a broken rib or two.

He quickly shoved her off of him and started staggering to his feet slowly and painfully. He wheezed with rage. That karking hurt...little schutta. The blow to his chest had knocked his lightsaber out of his hands. He could feel the presence of his strange little Ilum crystal inside of it nearby, but was too angered to pay attention and take it back.

"I swear, i'll make you suffer, jedi scum!" he said hatefully as he lifted both of his hands to chest level. After a moment or two, his hands began to light up with a dark violet color as Dark Side energy surged between his fingertips.

Suddenly, dark lightning shot from his fingertips toward the jedi. Mullarus, still an apprentice of the Dark Side, still had not mastered complete control over his emotions. If he was driven over the edge, he would unleash his anger in hateful ways. Tonight, as the Battle for Balmorra raged around them, he would try to make her suffer by unleashing the most powerful swathe of lightning he had ever unleashed before upon the woman laying near him in rhe dirt...

Placeholder 04 · Oct 24, 2015

Objective: Subdue, maybe murder, probably die?
Allies: N/A
Enemies:[member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Enoch Zambrano"]
Location: Balmorran Arms Factory

No surrender then. Figured.

Two Sith; he could deal with that. If he fell, then he could not do his fallen comrades any justice. The Sith refused surrender -- they always did -- he would have no reservations now. Cyril did not much care for trying to help those that outright refused it. There could be no quarter; he'd made the mistake of showing Vitium mercy on Kashyyyk. The Republic had paid the price for his soft heart. That would not be happening again.

"I'm disappointed to hear that," he sighed, "I pray the demons that follow you grant you quarter, once I've freed you from your carnal bonds." Neither charged. Good, Cyril worked well off a good opening. The simplest option would have been a rather violent application of telekinesis, but Cyril guessed these two would be more than ready to repel such. He would have to get creative.

The Jedi Master stepped forward. Then he was sprinting; then springing off the heel of his foot high into the air. The factory ceiling did not provide him with the room he would have liked for a full arc, but the maneuver could be done all the same. At the top of his arc he fell into a spin, and his free hand reached into his robes. The bright violet blade he'd been given on his mother's deathbed sang as it came to life. His body fell toward the two Sith.

Hopefully the sudden addition of the second blade would catch them off guard; that was to assume he struck hard enough when he hit the ground. One weapon aimed toward Enoch, one toward Greta, both strikes easily repelled with a strong arm. That was the idea though -- would they be quick enough to shore up their defenses before his weapons hit the mark?

Komo · Oct 25, 2015

Objective: Defeat Jedi & Hopefully not die
Allies: [member="Enoch Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Cyril Grayson"]
Location: Balmorra Arms Factory

The Jedi was disappointed.

Greta could hear the disappointment in his voice as he spoke. She doubt it was genuine though. The Jedi had no love for the Sith, and vice versa. He spoke about the demons that followed them, about them being leashed by carnal bonds of such, but the Sith knight felt no such leash. The only chains were held by the fact that victory had not been attained. In fact, she felt more alive than ever, the code of the Sith alive within her. Passion would grant her strength, and through strength, she would gain power.

Only through power, would one gain victory. Victory would free her from said chains. That was her goal today. A victory over the Jedi. But at what cost? Greta had never fought against a skilled Jedi before, definitely not as a Sith. The knight had trained long and hard for this day, her days as an acolyte to the earlier days of her knight would see its fruition today.

The Sith saw the Jedi stepping forward before springing into the air, flipping into a spin as he brought out another saber emerging from the maneuver. The move was so quick and sudden, she would never had noticed it had it not been for her skill in battle precognition and Teräs Käsi. As he came down, one his blade angled towards her with a vicious strike, Greta readied her own weapon upward, parrying the attack as it arrived. She then counter-attacked, launching the Sun djem maneuver towards the Jedi, a power attack intending to rip his weapon from his grasp. Counter attack number one, the battle had started.

Alva Calvarona · Oct 25, 2015

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

Oh the force certainly had limitations, Alva was all too well aware of that. Ever since the Tournament of the Gods the crinan woman was quite certain to make sure she kept in practice with her physical skills. After all, her defeat of two Sith Knights in the opening rounds of the tournament was not due to her strength with the force, but her duplicity, wit, and refined control over her weapons. Only during the third round when she faced The Dark Man did the strength of the force decide the battle, and she felt rather pleased with herself at the time to hold her own against a matter whose specialty was an insane level of physical enhancement. Against Nicholas Imura and Maud Dib the battles had come down to openings she was given by her enemies because they attempted to use exaggerated force powers that outclassed her own.

Though nonetheless she had spent a considerable amount of time pushing the boundaries of her own abilities in regards to her prowess over the unseen energy that was the force. Mostly just enough tricks and tools so that she could fight on her own terms against enemies like the Sith and keep up with them even if they had no intention of playing fair. Of course. . . . .Alva was fairly certain being able to swing four lightsabers at once was pretty unfair too. Even if she did prefer bladework like this, she was not a fan of something designed to give combat types like her so much trouble. Those telekinetic masters and the like would have a much easier job with this droid than she was, but then somehow everything did fall into a rock paper scissors game in that regard.

Just as now, as the droid lunged forward, taking the Imperial Commander by surprise as he reacted to her quite quickly and revealed several of his trump cards. For starters that his lightsabers had some variable lengths as was evident as her struck once more for her lower body, her hands dropping down as she guided her energy blades to block the blows, her eyes watching the droid's upper arms for movement and dreading an attack from above she wouldn't be able to fend off fast enough. However, when the attacks she expected didn't come, Alva instead found herself gritting her teeth as something sprayed from the arms instead, making her throw herself back as she hastily drew the force for a small gust of wind to push back the gas or whatever it was, if not back to the droid, then to at least keep it from falling on her, as her assumption was that it was acid. This was incredibly feeling slanted in the droid's favor with how many bags of tricks up its sleeve she wondered.

It made her wish it was more flammable . . .. or that she had a plex launcher.

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