Aiding with Unity(Vitae Alliance dominion of Alzoc iii)

[Niaana Ren]

Somewhere behind her Master, Niaana was dressed in her usual one piece black suit, nothing special there, just the sheer number of dark black knives that were scattered all over her body, lovingly crafted instruments that were almost as black as the shadows surrounding her. Her natural talent, natural in that she’d been tortured since birth to find out what absence meant, embracing that absence and all its qualities as part of herself, degrees of it on show.

Cloaked in shadow, you could see her face briefly while she spoke to her Master, red lightwhip pressed tightly to her side, then she would be gone again, with no sign of where she was, only shadow, her aura even inverted itself naturally so barren of emotion she was. Someone stronger than her in the force might sense her approaching, but tough luck for anyone else unless they were really looking. These qualities, and her relishing the kill, needing to be sated by it, made her a lethal assassin, if an overzealous novice one in her work.

Niaana hissed for her Master, as if to let him know she was close, viper-like tongue announcing her receptiveness to his command, “Master….sss can I play?” She wound her body snake-like steps curling her way across the ground, still incased in shadows as she was, very rarely was she not moving some part of her body, as if she had to move to try to feel, so long denied the freedom to do so.

[member="Darth Valtryx"] | [member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Lord Ajihad had answered his Master's call to the planet of Alzoc III. The Demon's Fist walked up behind [member="Darth Ferus"], but also felt the force presence of another. As a Miraluka, he was skilled in force sight like no other. Closing his eyes, he reached out with the Force, and felt [member="Niaana Ren"] 's signature in the force. After making sure she was not an enemy, he dropped his guard down a level. One could never be too careful.

He was dressed in his signature outfit, but he planned to upgrade the Stealth armor soon enough.

So far, he had only heard a slight briefing. He was to slaughter members of the Vitae Alliance, a menial task, at best. Either way, his master wanted it done, and he supposed there was a very good reason for it. "So, Master. What brings us to this planet?"

[member="Minna"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Alzoc III

Location: Fortified City of the Damned... (AKA Military fort with turrets.)

Forces Size:

1 Darkside Master (POV)
4 Darkside Knights
20 Acolytes
200 Cultists

[member="Vulpesen"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Minna"] [member="Hakora Feanor"] [member="Abygail Ericson"] [member="Dalur"] [member="Niaana Ren"] [member="Lord Ajihad"]

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The cultist leader looked on as the advisers ran about trying to carry out his orders as he in boredom looked over the console to his left and spoke. "Fill the air with Flak, kill as many of them as you can. Any gunners that fail in killing at least twenty of them will be skinned and burned alive." He said as his hand came up and tapped on his forehead as he smiled and looked over at the side. "Get the slave bombs ready, i will need them if the Initiates of the order fail." He smiled, two weeks back he had started to implant the slaves of the order with bombs and now they would prove themselves useless in killing his enemies. Shame though, some of them were rather nice to talk to.



Solan PoV

Location: Hanger of the Agma

Nearby: [member="Lamia Quresh"]


Solan yawned as he sat back in the seat of his star destroyer with a smile on his face and his hands looped behind the back of his head with the reports of missiles and other weaponry that was down below. He himself was bored in the cockpit of an umbra class dropship that would be able to drop down and away from his ship if need be. It would be very interesting if he could just wipe out these cultists with an aerial bombardment but there was supposedly a number of people there being held by the cultists and that would be a shame to have to deal with the fall out of killing them.

Nicole was off training somewhere and mourning for her sister, solan didn't blame her for doing that and had brought the other person he had taken on as a student. Vulpesen and his men would be doing as they wish, Solan meanwhile would be running support and reinforcement duties as he sat there in the seat and waited fro the times when he would be needed. "Lamia, come up here and take copilot's chair, i need to talk to you about some things." He shouted towards the trooper bay, his eyes still staring out the transparisteel infront of him.

 

[Abygail Ericson]

[member="Vulpesen"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Minna"] [member="Dalur"] [member="Hakora Feanor"]

Location: Near west turret of the military fort
Objective: 1
Post: 4/20

"Show off," Abygail yelled happily at the brother of Alex. She hadn't seen her in a while, but she figured she was off on some adventure or other. Right now though, she had a job though. Using her jump pack to control the rest of her descent, she was joined by the rest of the commandos assisting her. Mainly Zorrens, but with a few other humans mixed in, she nodded at each of the ten man team and pull the blaster rifle off her back and checked the scope.

"Check your ammo, check your equipment, because this is going to be a rough one," she said. "Anyone get a heartbeat scan on the compound?"

"I did, ma'am," a Zorren said, priming his blaster pistol. "Looked to be about 200 or so people inside, with a team of ten around each turret to keep it operational. Although there were a group of beings clustered together as though prisoners."

"Hmm hostages or slaves, we will need to liberate them as we go," she said, smiling as the wind started to pick up. A snow storm, perfect cover then. "Alright let's move, and keep it quiet and weapons primed. That turret is going to try and take us out if they pick us up on sensors."

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Entering Alzoc III airspace
Objective: Take out cultist leader
Post: 4/20

It wasn't long before Vulpesen had his teem. Ten Zorren royal guards. A force to be reckoned with, but certainly not ready for open conflict with a large amount of enemies. "Gear up and buckle down. This is gonna be a rocky ride." With that, the Tenevi Master slipped into his ship and started to take off, them men taking their seats around the ship. All around him, others were doing the same, causing ships to leave the hangar to give him and the others openings to cross past the defenses. The flak that was being sent was easy enough to see, and a certain threat. Opening up the com channels, he spoke to [member="Abygail Ericson"]. "I'm putting a few more teams under your command. They'll be spread throughout the compound trying to take out the other cannons. Good luck."


Taking the Twilight Vixen out of the hangar, he made his way towards the planet, and towards the clouds of flak. "I hate flying..." A normal revelation, though followed by a new sense, a sense of unease. Tapping into the comm channels he spoke to the forces under his command, including Abygail, Solan, [member="Dalur"], and Hakora. "Be advised. We have hostiles waiting for us that are not the cultist. I can't sense how many, but they're definitely not on our side." He was a master of the living force. Time and time again had proven that it was near impossible to hide from him. This time was no exception.

[member="Solan Charr"]
[member="Hakora Feanor"]
[member="Darth Ferus"]
[member="Lord Ajihad"]
[member="Niaana Ren"]

 

[Darth Vaildra]

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

Location: East side of Compound

Squad:
Grace (Knight) Alive
Gregor (Padawan) Alive
Murdock (Padawan) Alive
Parker (Padawan) Alive

Posts: 6/20

Hakora stood within view of the compound from the East side and now could see easily why he could not get information about the compound. It was old and rusted and the tech looked primitive. He was about to move when his comm sounded. He listened and then laughed a little into the comm, "Anything to do with your little stowaway, [member="Vulpesen"]?" Hakora knew about the girl on the ship who was Vulpesens' in someway, but Hakora was unsure. Needless to say, no one entered the ship without Hakora knowing, Vulps would demote Hakora for not being able to do something so practical. As of now, the hidden people were hiding in the shadows so they were no concern for Hakora. Just in case, Hakora pulled out his datapad for a few moments typing in some commands and locking the ship down. He then sent a virus to their own ship that began eating away and destroying all of their intelligence that was programmed into the ship that was unnessasary to this mission or fight to get home. Basically he only erased information on the Vitae Alliance including their locations, their members and their alliances. He put away his datapad hoping he had made the right call, but did not let doubt linger in his mind for long.

He turned his attention back to the compound, there was an hold draining system that was hidden in the woods. Hakora and his squad moved in there, it is necessary to mention that Hakora's Shadows only spoke when needed. They found their way to the drain enterence and quietly searched it for traps or alarms. After a through sweep they found it old, but clean. They lifted the bars off and entered the drain which had dried up ages ago. Silently they moved through the drain a few clicks until they came to the entry point. Hakora pulled out a small sphere that would scan the area. He slipped it in and it silently searched the area and found it clear. Hakora and his Shadows entered. They then gathered around Hakora and a datapad he pulled out. The studied the layout that was known to rehearse the route that needed to be taken. After a few moments, they entered the duct system and began their journey. The moved forward 3 clicks, left for 1 click, right for 5 clicks, right 1 click and then finally down 2 clicks until they went down half a click and ended at an opening. Hakora used her fingers and counted down from three. On three he busted through and saw four acolyte guards. Hakora did not draw his weapons, but their lightsabers came on, but with Vaapad style speed, Hakora jammed his palm into his jaw knocking him out. He then knocked the lightsaber out of 2's hands delivering three swift punches to the neck, heart and kidneies. Hakora swift roundhouse kicked the 3rd one in the end and finally used one of the deactivated lightsabers, grabbed it with the Force and sent it into Four's tipple. This all happened in a matter of seconds and all four dropped, hurt, but unconscious. Hakora's Shadows came out, slightly impressed with Hakora's work, but not surprised as Hakora was slightly sloppy in comparison to Grace, but had been training them all to preform the same.

Hakora looked at the door they were guarding and busted it open tossing in sleeping gas to knock out the cult members. Hakora looked at what they had come for which was a small surveillance and power system. "Ok, guard the door, we don't have long." Hakora entered the room and sat at the computer beginning his typing. He spent ten minutes and then he stopped. He had learned how to do this from a book and wasn't sure it would work. "[member="Abygail Ericson"], Vulps, I am in and will be creating a black out for one minute which is all I can do with my skills, hope it is enough. Your minute starts...Now." Hakora pressed the last button.... Nothing happened, he pressed it a few more times and nothing. He then relooked over the code as quickly as possible and saw the error and fixed it in the coding. "Scratch that, starting...now!" Hakora pressed the button again and the screens went flashing and then the power to the whole compound went off. He left the room and joined his Shadows in the dark. "Ok, let's have some fun."

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: The planet surface
Objective: Kill the Vitae/Find his wife
Post: 2/20


Perhaps Ferus should of gone by himself. His ability with the Small would make it impossible to sense him, living force or not. His signature was not hidden, just shrunk beyond what anyone could sense. The Sith Lord knew full well that both [member="Niaana Ren"] and [member="Lord Ajihad"] would eventually be found out because of this. But he could still use this to his advantage. Casting a glance to Ajhad, the red man would offer one singular nod.

"To find the mother of my child. We split up here. Niaana, find a target and enjoy yourself. But if it at all resembles the one known as @Vulpseen , tell me and go the other way. You cannot handle him at your level. Ajhad, find this darkside cult and use it to get close to the enemies. Strike from the shadows." Another quick glance between the two and he would add one final note. "Both of you."

With a single saber in his right hand the Zabrak would walk off. His anger was strong, but even that quickly faded as he let himself blend in around him. Other than Art of the Small, he had no real stealth abilities. But he didn't need them with the belt around his waist. Ever slowly, a grin would form over his features. Today he would claim himself some more kills, and find his child.

[member="Hakora Feanor"]
[member="Abygail Ericson"]
[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Niaana Ren]

Post: 2/20

Go have fun…. her Master’s [member="Darth Ferus"] anger loaded her senses to sway her body, drunk off his emotion, she regarded [member="Lord Ajihad"] as a competitor for her Master’s prize, the mother he sort, and hissed softly. Niaana let out a soft force wail, absence swallowing her from view as she vanished into the dark.

Location: Approaching the west turret of the military fort. [member="Abygail Ericson"]
Mission: Play.
Hidden, waiting, staying back out of sight.

Blackout, her shadows would only make her twice the trouble! Force wail close to coming, something that was soon to be sung from the Echani, absence over barren ground, soon, but not yet, for now she was completely silent. Creeping, slithering steps, wound her way around the innards of her hunting ground.

Two black viboknives were curled backwards up into her palms, the edges of each piercing her skin lightly to give her sensation and a lust for her kill, ready to start them up. She was a practiced assassin, having been educated through extreme psychological, physical, and force born torments till she knew the meaning of absence, or a light step. Her force aura was inverted, barren of any emotion except what she was given, masking her approach contained in her force shadows.

Snake-like steps kept her out of sight, and out of mind, soft and winding, while she hunted her first victim. [member="Abygail Ericson"] and her squad, waiting for the right time to take her first life, and feel the first kill. This wasn’t the best bit, waiting, anticipation, but it had a certain salivation to enjoy that expectancy.

Who would she catch alone, or off guard...

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Lord Ajihad raised his eyebrows. He had had slight suspicions as to [member="Darth Ferus"] 's relationship to Darth Valtryx , but he had never been totally sure of it. Regardless, he had work to do. He gave his Master a nod, but not before giving [member="Niaana Ren"] a glance. She obviously didn't like him, but he didn't really care. The last time his master had made him fight another apprentice of his, he maimed her. Needless to say, he wasn't overly concerned.

He hopped on his speeder, and though of where to go. In his short briefing, he was told that the cult was terrorizing a Talz tribe. He figured by finding them, he'd find the cult. Revving the engine, he shot off for the tribe in question.

 

[Minna]

Location: Aboard the Azrael, entering Alzoc III
Objective: Kill the Sith, Aid the Sith's Enemies
NPCs: 80 Mercenary Soldiers

Post: 4/20


The Azrael dropped out of hyperspace in orbit of Alzoc III, powering up it's main engines to descend to the planet's surface. Aboard the ship were around 80 mercenaries, known commonly as the Archangels. Men and women who fought not for their blood, but for their bank accounts. That did not make them greedy people, not all of them. Greed often led to crime and injustice, which was not their practice. In fact, most would say they were here to make sure Justice was served onto those who deserved it; the Sith. Friends in high places usually gave juicy details when pushed, and in this instance they had given the ripest lemon in the field. A small group of Sith were travelling to Alzoc III, for what purpose was unclear, among them at least one who held the title of Lord. It was common knowledge that any Sith had a price on their heads, and with each peg up the rank tree the price got higher. In fact, it was 5,000,000 for a Sith Lord alone. The Archangels could not ignore such an opportunity.

Gabriel stood at the helm of the ship, as the clouds began to break to reveal Alzoc's surface. Ahead they saw a ship, yet it was not one of the Sith's; that was for sure. However, it was being fired upon by someone.

"Hail them."

He commanded, and surely enough one of the men began hailing the ship. Other ships seemed to be departing from the main one, so it would be no surprise if their captain had too disembarked, however he hoped the crew would have enough sense to patch them through to whomever was in charge.

"Sir, should we ready everyone for departure?"

A younger soldier from behind asked, a sense of eagerness to fight in his voice. One single, flatly raised hand began Gabriel's answer.

"Put them on standby, I want to see who else is here first. They might need some warning."

This was to be interesting for sure, either this ship was a friend of the Sith's, or a victim. Gabriel silently hoped it was the latter, more specifically someone they could work with, but fortune didn't always go his way. Whichever way it did go, there would be a fight on their hands.

[member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Niaana Ren"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Hakora Feanor"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Abygail Ericson"] [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Solan Charr"]

A nod crossed her face as she obeyed her master. "Very well... What is it you have to showcase to me?" She was curious, still quite detached from the rest of the galaxy thanks to her isolated upbringing. To know that there were other worlds - even galaxies - around in the universe, and that the Sith were not the only ones, disconcerted her quite a bit.

Then again, it was just more to conquer, after all.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Alzoc III

Location: Fortified City of the Damned... (AKA Military fort with turrets.)

Forces Size:

1 Darkside Master (POV)
4 Darkside Knights
20 Acolytes
200 Cultists

[member="Niaana Ren"] [member="Lamia Quresh"] [member="James Gabriel"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Hakora Feanor"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Abygail Ericson"]

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Haridrin frowned as the flak missed a number of ships and his eyes narrowed to focus in on one of the slaves that still remained in the room. "Kill them, cut them open, and put them on display for our visitors..." With that and without hesitation the men in the room moved about and grabbed each one of the slaves, men and woman, and dragged them out of the room. "Can none of you do your infernal job, it can not be that hard to find and kill these upstarts..." All four of the knights that followed him stepped back and exchanged looks of uncertainty and then bowed before him. In unison they spoke, the words cold and calm in their purpose. "We will flay each offender for you my lord..."

With that they left and split off in four directions, one to the comm center, one to the main compound entrance, one to the weapons systems, and the last to the power.

(Individual rolls starting)

Vulpesen: 14

The Flak grew heavy and a few burst tore into the shielding and armor, its blast cutting up metal with metal and possible wounding anyone in the back. But the ship would remain flight worthy as it decended down to the surface of the planet. Upon landing no cultists or Acolytes would charge you, but something new would adorn the walls of the compound. The cut up bodies of the slaves that had been in the master's hall, left hanging out for the world and the invaders to see.

The cultists armed beyond the walls of the compound were armed with old slugthrowers, a mixture of automatic and shatter rifles making up the majority of the weaponry that they carried. The armor was also basic, most wearing either a duraplast or fiber armor over their clothing with thermal suits over such.


Abygail: 18

The Turrets for now focus on the ships still and the soldiers are unable to see whether or not Abygail's forces are near the compound thanks to the brewing snowstorm. A few take pot shots with their rifles but none hit any of the men thus leaving their location unknown to the greater majority of the Cultists.

Hakora: 8

Just as the lights go down a clapping sound erupts down the hall as one of the four knights who had been coming in this direction laughs and looks down the hall. His eyes focused in on the man infront of him and his shadows as he smiled a sick smile. He already imagined what he could do to each one of them. "Acolytes, deal with these pests, i want their dog for myself." His tone sounded like that of a creature in pain, one feature clear on his body. He was scarred head to toe in burns as he let flames trickle out of his hand.

(If you need a roll fo the next post, please post in your starting part about it)

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Landing by and entering the cultist base
Objective: 1
Post: 5/20

Vulpesen let out a loud growl as the hull of the vixen shook under the shock of the flack. "Thank the stars for shield generators!" The ship shook once more and the Valde fought for control. Behind him he heard a shout as one of his guardsmen took a piece of shrapnel to the back of his shoulder. After several agonizing moments, he managed to pull up on the throttle and stabilize the ship, allowing an easy decent to the surface. "Alright men, lets move!"

He hit a button and dropped the cargo ramp before turning back to the injured soldier. "Help Ace guide the ship, and follow his lead." Maybe it was a bit strange ordering a man to take orders from a half foot tall wolf, but such strangeness left when one got it into their heads that Ace was, in fact, sentient. Switching seats with the guard, Vulpesen made his way to the back of the ship and simply fell out with the men behind him.

As his feet hit the ground, the master turned around and quickly rose his hands, catching each of the guards in the force to keep the fall from killing them. Such was the advantage of having a force user on the team. Just a little later, Vulpesen and his crew would be at the doors of the compound, using the former's force sense to find the men behind the wall. "Alright, scare breach!" All around him, various doggish masks were donned and shortly after, a man came forward with a breach charge.

Three seconds later... BOOM! The smoke cleared, only to be replaced by a purple cloud as a trio of canisters made their way into the area. The effects of Rhak Suri concentrate were very little known, but essentially they could be described as a psychedelic experience from Hell. The gas would find that which you feared most, and bring it to life before your eyes.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Abygail Ericson]

Location: Near west turret of the military fort
Objective: 1
Post: 5/20

"Wait for the signal," Abygail whispered, holding up her hand and halting her forces. More had joined them from Master Vulpesen, placing her force at around seventy men, and she appreciated that as the heartbeat scanner was picking up more and more activity as the attack began. The snowstorm rolled over them as it progressed, the heavy winds and blowing snow the perfect cover now. Just needed to wait. . .

A loud explosion rocked the area and she gestured with her hand for the men and women to advance.

"Helmets sealed and masks on, we don't want to breathe any of that gas while it lingers before the storm blows it away," she said, sealing her helmet and advancing with her forces. Keeping silent, no gun turrets opened up on them yet, or even the occasional blaster bolt. It seemed the enemy were sufficiently distracted and that was fine by her as they made it to the wall. Grapple guns, up and over, then time to kick the kark out of cultists.

"Up and away," she mumbled under her breath, firing her grapple up and ascending the wall with the first ten commandos. Cresting the wall, she silently dropped an enemy cultist with a quick flick of a throwing knife. The target was underneath them in a guarded emplacement. Time to rumble.

[member="Vulpesen"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="James Gabriel"] [member="Hakora Feanor"]

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Hakora heard the sounds of a resounding bang that was low, but sharp. Hakora turned to the sound of clapping. Hakora smirked as the enemy gave his orders. "Grace, you can have these." The world for Knight Grace began to slow down as acolytes with lightsabers rushed them in slow motion. From her robe she produced many throwing knives and took out the acolytes. The wounds were not fatal, but did cut off blood enough to the brain that it knocked them out. "Grace, I thank you for your skills, but Shadow work is no longer of use here. Please take the Shadows and go above to help [member="Abygail Ericson"], I will handle flame boy here." She nodded and the Shadows left leaving Hakora and the Sith Knight.

"Haven't you heard? If you play with fire, you are bound to get burned, but it appears you have learned the lesson before, shall we continue?" The force began to envelope Hakora's hands causing the molecules around them to move rapidly until finally the flames erupted and enveloped his hands. He rushed the Knight and with a swift leap he jumped to the wall and ran on it a bit and then pushed off at the Knight like a missle sending a flaming punch to the Knight's face.



[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Niaana Ren]

Location: Near the west turret of the military fort
Mission: Knives and Whips

Timing was everything, her anticipation rose holding a soft breath of ecstasy for when it came, just as their grapple guns went up and over their focus would be split. Soaked in shadows of absence, she tailed one man checking his gear, edging out from the corner of the wall, a lone commando who found a lightwhip coiling around his waist, agonizingly cut in half

Release… the ecstasy for her kill left her lips.

His friend tried to respond but a spinning chainsaw of a vibroknife found itself cutting its way through his visor, not a very nice way to go, a third turned and might well see the same fate leaving Niaana’s hand, but she wasn’t waiting around to see. Shadows glowed red behind the wall, trailing from the hue of her weapon, then back to black. They might have seen her for a second, but she was already moving around the corner, dimming to fade from view. Risking exposure certainly, she’d just cut a man in two and killed his partners, but who knew what was hunting them yet?

Her prey was above and to her sides, they had numbers, but she had the luxury of picking and choosing who she killed and when, like taking small stabs at a much large animal, she liked that idea, because it meant more stabbing! Rolling around close to the wall and harder to hit, she was giving them no angle, making distance around the corner, cloaked in her absence of shadows.

(3)​

[member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Abygail Ericson"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"]​

 

[Miarta]

Miarta came running up with a training saber over her back. She had no idea why she had followed Solan to the Vitae, and why she had agreed to any of this, but here she was. The thief stood in the corner of the room on the ship, hoping that no one would pay any attention to her. She debated turning around and leaving, but she didn't. Instead she did her best to listen to what was going on around her. Her gold eyes scanned the room, taking in the interesting assortment of people. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Vulpesen"]

Roll 16

The inside of the doors burst forth and without knowing what would happen to them several Cultists charged towards the opening and into the gas. Within moments the first would stop and stare as he instead went to his knees and cowered. Others ran without hesitation. One even killed himself rather than see what he was seeing. It was Chaos now as a few more charged into the gas and went crazy before the cultists stopped charging the smoke. Instead they set up position now and prepared for the Vitae to push through the now open door shrouded in smoke.

200 Cultists Reduced to 185 cultists.
1 dead, 14 routed.
+1 Advantage for the rest of the cultists taking up position outside of the smoke.
Numbers are 20 Cultists, 4 Acolytes, 1 Knight in the back.

[member="Abygail Ericson"]

As abygail gets over the side and is successful in killing the guard with the knife. Unluckily though another further down the wall and missed by the initial strike by Abygail and her men saw them and shouted out as he opened fire. This gathers the attention of several on the ground who turn to fire up at the wall that Abygail's squad is on. One of the troops with Abygail is hit in the shoulder and taken down while a second is hit in the leg but is only grazed and able to keep fighting.

185 Cultists reduced to 182. 3 dead by initial strike.
+2 for next roll against Abygail
Numbers against you are 12 cultists.

[member="Hakora Feanor"]

Roll 4

"You whelp, and to think you are going to be worth my time." He shook his head and raised his hand as the punch came within range and moved to position himself out of the way, his other hand coming low and sending a sharp shot of his fist at Hakora's head as he moved to the side. It was a quick redirection and light strike meant to disorient and cause a reaction that would leave this boy running at him recklessly. The damage through from the flames themselves showed though as the man's hand was charred now and he gripped his hand tight. "Try again pup..."

One quick parry and strike with hands at Hakora's head
Minor damage to the man's left hand.
182 cultists reduced to 178. 20 Acolytes reduced to 16.
Solo Fight, no Advantage on either side

Solan POV

Solan looked over his shoulder at [member="Miarta"] and [member="Lamia Quresh"], his eyes studying the two of them before grinning like a mad man. "Ok passengers, welcome to Air Suicide Squad. Strap in, prepare your medigel, and hold on because thsi is going to indefinitely going to be a bumpy ride. And should anyone lose their arm in the landing, i do apologize but Air Suicide Squad does not have insurance for lost limbs. You lose five credits though and i promise to repay you myself." He laughed as his eyes opened wide and he himself strapped in and was ready to go.

"Ok, Shadow Legion, time to rain hell on them and take out those turrets for our Vitae buddies down below, keep in mind we want to keep the turrets in repairable condition, so please don't go and blow them to kingdom kong?" He kicked the dropship into forward motion the moment everyone was strapped in and shot towards the planet's surface and through the atmosphere as he simply laughed like a mad man at the feeling and excitement.

[member="Niaana Ren"]

 

[Miarta]

"Whatever... Why am I here again? Dedicating myself to one cause or the other isn't usually my thing," Miarta grumbled as she did as she was told. She had no idea why she was in such a terrible mood, but for some reason she was. Well at least being in a bad mood would give her an excuse to fight. Blowing off some steam would be nice, and a battlefield like this would certainly be a good place to do just that. [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Tricia Kalamack]

"Who are you again?" Tricia looked at the ones there for a moment while she was moving forward. Her body producing heat in small steam from the tapas and snow. The rest were going towards the objective or something while she hovered in the air going towards another group. These vitae were mostly faceless to her and she wasn't sure who was who but might as well try and make herself useful.