Invasion Bark at the Moon (OS Invasion of Telti)

[Kaia Vullen]

Spoiler

Location: B3, moving to B2.
Objective: Group Together.
Allies: Jedi, [member="Tacitanya"] [member="Travot Ravenna"]
Enemies: One Sith.

Kaia looked about anxiously. The diminutive Miraluka was known for her perpetual smile, but she was not smiling now. She thought once she had seen darkness in the force, but she had never seen anything like the presences that now emerged. However, the Jedi Order was there to stop the Sith. She unclipped her borrowed lightsabre from her belt and held it in her hand, hidden halfway in her sleeve. It had a comforting weight that brought her mind to focus.

She stood between four doors, unsure where to turn. All of them looked the same to her, and everything was confusing. Kaia drew a deep breath and reached out to the Force for guidance and turning on her heel, she headed east . With her Miralukan force sight she could sense danger and looming darkness, but also the bright auras of Jedi. Strength in numbers was just what they needed.

 

[Darth Veles]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: A8[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective: Meeting the badass bookworm, saying hello[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies: OS[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies: [member="Phylis Alince"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]No waves of enemies came flooding from the two tunnels that connected to the room the Sith stood in. Everything remained quiet, further adding to the tension that hung in the air. Not even the few motivational posters sticking to the metals wall could warm up the atmosphere. Cold, detached. The factory continued its silent treatment as if it wished the newcomer to bask in its bowels, inviting him deeper towards the machinery responsible for creating droids. The silence made him feel alone, yet there was another in the very same room, their Light Side signature suddenly realized by the Sith Lord and sending cold shivers down his spine before he collected himself. His left hand moved closer to one of the lightsaber hilts attached to his belt, having yet to seize the weapon and ignite it. The other hand remained relaxed, making no motions. Just a few steps forward and Avreet’s eyes finally fell upon the signature’s owner, her clothes in combination with the woman’s presence in the Force positively marking her as a Jedi, a trained one. She appeared to be somewhat lost, out of place, even. The map in her hands did wonders to her appearance, inserting the word ‘visitor’ into the Sith Lord’s mind as he observed the Jedi with both suspicion and almost child-like curiosity playing in his large amber eyes. No flames of hatred or anger burned in that look; the amphibian simply watched her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Avreet did not offer the same courtesy in terms of allowing her to feel him; his signature and presence remained cloaked, hidden behind a thick veil. He did, however, take note of her calm and non-aggressive attitude, something he could return. It always pleased him to meet a Jedi that was less radical than the majority, one that did not attack him on sight upon seeing a Sith. Something about that gave him hope of Jedi and Sith working together and ending this conflict – a hope that Dark Jedi and more radical members of the Sith and Jedi Order always safely shattered into impossible mess of broken dreams.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Hail and well-met, lady Jedi,” the Sith politely greeted his Jedi counterpart with a wave of his webbed hand that no longer hung motionless, though the Mon Calamari gave the Jedi no bow or even a simple nod of his head as was common among Force users. Those simple acts showed weakness and submission, two things he had no intention of displaying. One more look of his swivelling eyes around the area gifted him with calming realization that no civilians were present. Good, he wanted no innocent casualties.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Do you require any assistance?” came another sentence that replaced her question with his own, “I can direct you to the nearest exit if you’d like to leave. Alternatively, I will also accept your surrender should you wish to lay down your arms and be taken into custody. You have my word as a Sith that you will be well treated as a prisoner of war.” Surprisingly enough, there was no hint of mockery or poison in his tone – Avreet remained respectful of the woman, despite her allegiance, the Imperial-accented voice leaving his mouth also carrying a hint of kindness. Enemy or not, he just could not attack the woman who’s done no wrong.[/SIZE]

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

Location: D-6
Objective: Use all this time I just got.
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Laura Na'Varro"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Hylocereus"] [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ayra"]

Tunnel vision was a killer when fighting a group. Like, say, when you spent all your time doing five different things against only a subset of the people fighting you, without waiting to see what the others would do. So while Ayra got cinematic against Laura and Micah, Mara got herself under control and moved where the Force told her to move. Instinctive navigation had been drilled into her since she could walk, and she was fairly sure she could remember being led to hunt for hidden toys by gut feeling; she was a Merrill. Oddly, the Force told her to take two quick steps away from the fight, half-turn toward Ayra-

And the ceiling came down before she could react. One big chunk in front of her, one big chunk behind her, a rain of permacrete all around. A gentle rain of pebbles dusted her hair and flared to sparks on her silver blade, but she was untouched and unencumbered.

With a reasonable assurance of being in a better reaction position than anyone on either side of this, Mara darted forward over the broken permacrete as everyone else managed debris in one way or another. Surefootedness came from her Makashi training, but more from that long training in instinctive navigation: she knew exactly where to step, running by instinct. She crossed the restaurant in a couple of heartbeats, managing her momentum and wary of the thousand shields and weapons that the ceiling had become. Her silver blade flicked at Ayra's face in a precise feint, then slashed low for the outside of the Sith Master's left ankle.

 

[Kana Truden]

Location: C4 (soon)
Objective: Be a doctor!
Allies: [member="Damian Starchaser"]
Enemies: This could be you!

The force worked in mysterious ways. No sooner than Kana had taken her seat in the cockpit of hers and Damian’s ship did the warning bells sound. There was something going on, she didn’t know what it was but it was something big. People were in terror, lives were in danger. It was a minor disturbance in the force, a bad gut feeling. Still, there had been occasions when the gut feeling had lingered and they all had something in common.

A major attack on Republic soil.

Their ship was travelling between Onderon and Lunar Meadows. A check up mission to ensure the safety of Republican citizen. Nothing major and certainly not anything life changing. A routine mission as some would call it.

The ship comm. station chimed up. A transmission was received. A cry for help from... Telti?

Kana looked to Damian. She had never been nor heard of that place. “We need to go there.”

No indication that he had a choice was given as the master pulled the ship out of it’s original route. “We’d be passing it anyway.”

The new course was set, Telti wouldn’t be too much of a detour if it proved to be a false alarm.

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Location: D3
Objective: Deal with [member="Haytham Kaze"]
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Republic, Jedi

More flapping could be heard all around as Darth Raven's voice said "One of the benefits of reading is having a library all to yourself is how much you can learn." Her voice started to sound more closer as the flapping continued. "You learn things from cooking, building, driving, how to increase your sex life. But that's so mundane. For people like you and me we learn much more. You learn how to meditate. How to use a lightsaber. How not to be afraid. Oh but that's still too boring. I've looked a little deeper then that. Did you know that Sith alchemy can allow you to create familiars? Ingenious little creations. But what's better than one when you can have dozens....or even hundreds."

It was only then that Darth Raven finally appeared. She stepped out of the dark confines of one of the pitch black isles in the library. Her steel blue eyes were fixed on him while a very enthused smirk was on her face. Without her cloak her more finer dress could be seen how as well as the unactivated saber she had in her hand.

"We were never properly introduced." she said, looking to the Jedi. With a coy bow she said "Darth Raven, at your service. Would you like to know how I earned that name?"

As if on cue a number of small red dots began to appear in the shadows behind Raven. Given how close they were it was clear they were eyes but there were so many it almost seemed like there were dozens of whatever they were attached to. And all the while the flapping was heard as well, coming from behind where the eyes were. It was then that Darth Raven held her lightsaber up and activated it, the light illuminating the area around her. It revealed what had been flapping around and what was now looking at the padawan with several dozen eyes: Sith alchemy made familiars of crows.All of them perched around the shelves of books, one on Darth Raven's shoulder, and reaching all the way to the top of the bookcase.

"So tell me again, Jedi....are you afraid?"

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: F7
Objective: Hold the line
Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Tobias Wraith"], @Jedi/Republic
Enemies: @OneSith, [member="Reverance"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Athena Heron"]

"Master Korr." Kian said stepping up alongside the Jedi Master. Kian bowed his head respectfully toward him and glanced at the corridor ahead of him. They had received reports that the One Sith were planning on an assault on the moon of Telti and they had had just enough time to put together a quick defensive force for the moon. Kian wasn't entirely surprised they were striking.

Things had been far too quiet.

Kian crossed his arms and glanced to the armored Jedi next to him. Kian wore his typical robes, which were certain far more plan than some of the armors he had worn in the past. But Kian had found that the lack of mobility from the armor he'd worn in the past was just too restrictive for his likes. The armorweave material of his robes and the cortosis arm-guards would provide enough protection. He didn't plan on getting hit.

"It is a little too quiet....isn't it." Kian asked the seasoned warrior, Ryan Korr. Kian hadn't had much opportunity to fight alongside the Jedi, but he knew all too well of the man's reputation. Glancing back at the troops he'd brought with him, he wondered if they had enough. There was no telling what tricks the One Sith might have up their sleeves. However, the YVH-2 and the EMBU droids were comfort to have. The EMBU droids had been with Kian since Kashyyyk and were all that remained of that force. They'd been repaired, but you could still see the scars and dents of combat in their armored chest plates.

Kian closed his eyes and took in a slow, steady breath. Too many losses against the Sith in his time among the Jedi had steeled him for days like this. They would not lose this fight!

Location: F7
Forces: 280 Republic Commandos, 10 EMBU Droids, 10 YVH-2 Droids
Opponent: One Sith

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Location: E5
Objective: Defend, as usual
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Enemies: The One Sith

Location: E5
Forces: 300 Republic Troopers
Opponents: The One Sith
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUQiUFZ5RDw​

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The intel relayed through Republic channels seemed to confirm the fear that this Twi'lek had been feeling in her gut. Sith. They were back once again. An insatiable taste for conquest, even after the recent Armageddon that the galaxy suffered. She knew of the strategic relevance of this location. It had nothing to do specifically with what the moon could provide to the Sith, or what they could extract from it, but what it could do to the Republic, if this location was to be lost. It would pave the way for them to seize control of the entire southern hemisphere of Republic space. The fear for this Jedi was twofold, as her company was on the far stretches of Republic space as is, and a loss of government support there could mean potentially disastrous repercussions for her company.

The 300 Republic troops took up strategic positions within the complex and corridor of E5, whatever that meant. She'd heard of various other Jedi and troops in other locations, and before long the breach began, and the sirens started blaring, indicating that their dark using friends had finally arrived. Sera thought, no, worried for a moment that [member="Darth Venefica"] may have showed up, and was incredibly nervous at the thought of what may become of either, or both of them, should they run into one another. It was a thought to which she had to suppress, for whomever she did encounter may be an opponent looking to actually kill her.

 

[Kaili Talith]

Location: D6 - Roll says 4
Objective: Hose up, bros down.
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"], [member="Hylocereus"], [member="Kira Talith"] (NPC’d), [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Laura Na'Varro"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ayra"]

The sneak was... Successful? Kaili couldn’t really believe it, but nonetheless her hand reached up to open the door to the kitchen. With a hiss she was allowed to enter. The smell of fries and other greasy foods was intoxicating and if anything made the young one’s stomach growl even louder. A quick peek around the corner to check for bad guys turned up clear and she decided to investigate the frier up close while she still could. The scent of food was so not what she needed. To be surrounded by it all day was surely a living hell for the hungry employee.

Her feet shuffled along the ground as the sound of whimpers called out from around the corner. Like a cartoon character her head popped out. It was the employees of the restaurant, the manager and cooks. They all gasped and tried to drag her to them for safety.

“No! Stop!” She hissed as she broke free from their grabbing hands. “I need... That!”

She crawled over to the cleaning hose and promptly grabbed its handle. The terrified observers gave her a weird look but Kaili assured them that she knew what was she doing. With a few tugs she made way for the ordering counter. This was it. The moment of truth. The rumble of the roof hitting the floor had passed them by, Kaili’s time to shine had come.

Legs struggling to get up on the counter she found herself boosted. It was... One of the employees? No, it was all of the employees. They hid behind the counter. Food items in hand they all rose from the ground and got ready for action.

Kaili had to think of a way to get the bad guy’s attention. How did the holovid heroes do it?

“Hey!” It worked well enough. “Ch- Th- Sto-” Nah, she couldn’t come up with anything witty. “Leave my friends alone!”

On her mark the water hose unleashed hell as did the employees behind the counter. With their fire focused solely on the Sith Lord. The restaurant was engulfed in a food fight unlike any other. Hamburgers, nuggets and fries all mixed with the water from the hose in a symphony of chaos and food.

Amidst the chaos the store manager even managed to chime in. “Would you like an apple pie with that?!”

Kaili laughed. With luck the water would extinguish the Sith lord's saber and cover her in water. If it didn't work, well, at least it was fun to make a mess!

Spoiler: This happened:

• Kaili managed to sneak away.
• Kaili grabbed a hose
• Kaili aimed said hose at Darth Ayra
• Kaili is now spraying water at Darth Ayra in an attempt to overload her lightsaber.

 

[Hylocereus]

Location: D6 - McYoda's
Objective: Grow a Tree
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Kira Talith"] (NPC'd PC) [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Laura Na'Varro"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Kaili Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ayra"]

Everything went by in a flash. the room seemed to slow as the others attacked. Although before that happened Hylo couldn’t help but see the look Micah was giving him. Did he… did he want to cross pollinate? Hylo wasn’t sure exactly what cross pollination entailed but once asked his sister who said it was dirty which was okay with Hylo. He liked dirt. Good dark soil was the difference between a good harvest and a great one. And a harvest was exactly what they needed now. Not that he could really do anything else… just grow plants…

Only in agony could he learn that the oak was of him, it’s roots surging deep into the earth. The earth, from which all things return. Only in agony… no. Hylo shook his head as he found the proper seed and placed it on the ground. There wasn’t a lot here, but there didn’t need to be. There was another way, not his mothers, but his sisters way.

“In the woods there grew a tree,” he said focusing himself. “And a fine old tree was he.” A sprout came first, “And on that tree there was a limb, and on that limb there was a branch,” the trunk started to form as the tree exploded into life as the roof came tumbling down. “and on that branch there was a nest, and in that nest there was an egg…” Branches shot out to the side, green leaves coming to life and offering resistance against the falling debris.

Hylo was getting tired, and yet he kept up the power flowing through his hand and into the tree, up its drunk into the limbs and offshooting branches until reaching the leaves. Soon the tree was holding up the ceiling its branches jutting out as supports. “We shouldn’t be here….” he said softly looking up. He hadn’t even had time to prepare the war dance!

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: moving to B2
Objective: Assemble
Allies: [member="Tacitanya"] | [member="Kaia Vullen"]
Enemies: OS

Travot jogged down the corridor in unison with the Republic marines he had originally found himself amongst when the Sith had attacked. It was hard to argue with the safety in numbers that their company provided to the padawan, but something else tugged at his mind ever so briefly before it faded away. Travot stopped, only to be shouldered to the side of the corridor by some of the running troopers. He stretched out his hand to stop his body from fully colliding with the metal wall, but quickly felt himself pushed against it by more of the troops running past him. He closed his eyes, and concentrated on what he had just felt, only to realize that he didn't feel anything there any more.

Who the kark was that?

It had to be someone, I know that I felt someone there...I know I did.

It bothered the large man. In a matter of minutes, he quickly found himself through an auxilliary access corridor towards a completely different portion of the facility than where the troops were headed. As his booted feet tread to where he thought he had felt the presence, his mind wandered onto who could possibly waiting for him. He reached his will out through the Force, felt its currents vibe through the organic and inorganic masses around him alike. He felt the chaos of the battle, and quickly recoiled from it. A fear of death gnawed at him briefly. The man shook his head. I can't allow myself to be caught up like that yet...He attempted to shrug off the thoughts by focusing on his surroundings.

The corridor soon widened up to reveal a larger room or facility. Glancing at the side of a durasteel-paneled wall, he noticed the characters B2 painted on with what obviously had been a stencil. His green eyes began to peer around the room, though he did not immediately notice anyone. He cleared his throat as he warily advanced deeper into the room.

"Anybody here?"

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: A4
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Kiran Vess"]
Objective: Mark my dance card (this is strictly a 1:1 affair)
Theme: It’s a fantabulous night to make romance

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VV7KbHY-cnc

‘Well, it's a marvellous night for a Moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Can I just have one more Moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with you.’

Corvus was ready as ever. It would be easy to be jaundiced at this point. So many Invasions had gone before and so many more yet to come. This time felt different. This time felt personal, as if the Sith were coming for them. Not to destroy a building or seize control of a strategic asset but to come to kill, maim or even capture.

As ever she wore no armour – she still did not understand those that did – on either side. She trusted in the Force, not an artificial barrier. If today were the days she’d join the Force, then so be it. It would happen sooner or later.

She remained stationery, her eyes closed. She appeared to be in a trance-like state. It had a name – Emptiness0 Her mind was cleared, the Force was flowing through her. It was as if she were part of the Force. She was essentially invisible to anyone who sought here through her connection. On the other hand, all someone had to do was look in her direction to know she was there.
So she waited, trusting in the Force as she did. Implicitly. When the time came to act, the Force would tell her.

 

[Darth Timoris]

Location: C6
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Objective: Seek her first victim (strictly a 1:1 affair)
Theme: The Killing Moon

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWz0JC7afNQ

‘Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
Up in your arms
Too late to beg you or cancel it
Though I know it must be the killing time
Unwillingly mine.’

Melori had tasted action before. Or rather she’d tried. The Jedi had failed to live up to her expectations. Or rather he hadn’t. He was weak. Weak and foolish, like all of the Jedi. Their Padawans seemed pathetic in comparison to the Acolytes she’d training with.

So maybe she should trade up? A Jedi Knight might actually give her a challenge? Or how about a Republic solider? Someone with a backbone. She liked that idea even better and licked her lips as she entered the hemispherical dome that was one of the manufacturing buildings of the droid construction facilities. As she made her way inside, she was expecting some defenses. Battle droids? Guard droids? Instead all she could sense was an aroma of…McYoda’s? Really?

Well, if they wrapped this up quickly enough, she could always wander over and grab something.

As she looked around with her baby blue eyes, she took her gauntlets from her belt – her prize from her trip to Korriban when she first joined the One Sith – and put them on. Taking her saber from her belt, she held it in her left hand and advanced. She was dressed in simple black robes and her head currently covered her blonde locks.

She was more patient than she was a few months ago but even so, she was keen for action and hoped someone would step forward to put up something of a fight.

 

[H3xle]

Location: F7
Objective: Hold the line
Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Tobias Wraith"], [member="kian karr"], @Jedi/Republic
Enemies: @OneSith, [member="Reverance"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Athena Heron"]

Dair took a deep breath as he stepped into a space roughly a meter behind and to the side of Master's Korr and Karr. Idly, he contemplated changing his name to have a hard kuh sound and a few 'R's. It seemed to be a prerequisite for Jedi council members (o.0). Dair chuffed quietly at himself, in times of great stress it was good to keep your sense of humor. Right now, he had little to do but wait, and make mild jokes in his head. This was a battle in the War of Light versus Dark, on one side the One Sith try to penetrate Republic defenses and take worlds. On the other side is the Galactic Republic and the Jedi Order that had for so long remained an intrinsic part of Republic life.

'No pressure, though.' Dair thought to himself. He kept this chuffing laugh inside, looking at the Masters near him. He wasn't going to be the youngest padawan here, and he had years of training behind him, but bearing the title of Padawan still held connotations of not being ready for the tests of Knighthood. Deep inside, Dair knew that when his Master thought he was ready he would advance, but in times before such battles as control the fate of a whole star system, doubt was a dangerous thing.

His mind drifted slightly, he thought of [member="sayl bane"]. His feelings for her were strong, and he knew they wee reciprocated. He also knew that she would likely want him to be anywhere else but here, on the battlefield facing the One Sith. When just roaming the galaxy at large, it wasn't all that likely that Dair would run into her brother, [member="sage bane"], but when fighting to defend Republic territory from One Sith domination, the likelihood of running into Sage was higher. Dair simply had to make sure he remained mindful and confident. He had allies and knew as much about Sage's fighting style as Sage likely knew about Dair's.

Dair's mind had wandered far enough, and battle would be joined soon. Utilizing the many years of meditative training he had received, Dair took firm graps of his mind and found his center. He let the icy cold of his presence in the force suffuse him. He drew it up and around himself, letting the feeling expand into the area around him, creating a small aura that would feel like the sun shining on a winter day, cold and pure. Dair took his lightsaber in hand, letting his fingers find their purchase on the leather handwrap and feel the power and control of the solari crystal within. Thoughts of his girlfriend, her brother and any jokes regarding alliterative names fell away. Doubt evaporated like shadows do before the light of the sun. Dair stopped tapping his foot and swaying, something he only realized he had been doing now that he had stopped. His feet slid a little further apart, and his muscles relaxed one by one.

Behind Dair, along with the forces that were tasked to the Jedi Masters and others, Dair's own units were formed up. The marines had pushed single meter high crates that were several meters long up into a line and were in cover behind them. They each had standard armor, but unlike the Jedi, they didn't have the ability to sense and manipulate the force, and as such they used common sense and took cover from blaster fire. The fourteen droids were standing behind the marines, waiting for orders.

Location: F7
Forces: 86 Republic Marines, 7 EMBU Droids, 7 YVH-2 Droids
Opponent: One Sith

 

[Reverance]

Location: F8, proceeding into airtight corridor that leads into F7
Objective: Destroy the futile resistance
Enemies: [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Dair Cotarin"], [member="Tobias Wraith"]
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Athena Heron"], @One Sith

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

How disconcerting to hear the mute of the sirens as the dome sealed behind them. He turned, looking towards Athena and Matsu, the glow of the mask's eye casting a view of something sinister, as he turned slowly from them to the corridor that led to the next domed structure. Peeling back the glove of his suit on his right hand, he felt the buck of his instincts and the jump of the arm at the amassing amalgamation of the righteous and good. He smirked beneath the mask, his Voxyn al'Do mirroring his own sentiments, eyes against the palm darting about and searching the strands through the air, catching fragrances and auras with glances. The Jedi had taken an approach to the Yuuzhan Vong back on Kashyyyk that was expected, deploying the YVH Battledroids to anger and disorient the Legion from their cause. It was the mimicry and closeness of appearance that gave them any form of advantage to the Vong. Beyond that, they were but hardy vessels of wasted resources, intent on trying to keep up with the advantages of biological adaptation.

Right hand gripped the Chom-Huun and ignited it before approaching the entrance to the corridor, his Legion at his sides. The orange glow was followed with malevolent grins of those who understood it's purpose, to void the anger caused by the battle droids. From the depths of the helmet of the vonduun skerr ygdris, Gabriel spoke to his horde. "Behold...the maddening of the blasphemous machinations are met with mimicry, in turn!" He even copied the deep tones of Yurzhoc Shai, his sentiment while developing the Chom-Huun. And his brothers and sisters shared his mindset in that regard. From their backs, the chitin carbines were pulled, as they launched a barrage of thud bugs down the corridor, flying violently in b-line towards the recesses of F7. He wasn't concerned entirely for his position at the vanguard as he began moving down the corridor, thud bugs flying past him. For what bolts and slugs that would find purpose, he would slap them away with chom-huun or evade as needed, intent on engaging the enemy directly. And not these pawns who stood in his way, merely fodder to their cause.


Location: F8, proceeding into airtight corridor that leads into F7, engaging with Thud Bug barrage.
Objective: Something something amphistaff right in the face
Forces: 300 Legion Yun'Do
Opponents: Republic people

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: F8, proceeding into airtight corridor that leads into F7
OBJECTIVE: Bolster assault.
ENEMIES: [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Ryan Korr"] @Jedi
ALLIES: [member="Reverance"] [member="Athena Heron"] @Sith

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=86un0QzK_Ak​

The acolyte that exited the on to the planet with them wasn’t a stranger to Matsu – Athena had shown promise at a group lesson in illusions and mind control the Sith Lady had held a month or two prior. Matsu was glad to have her along. Although there was a distinctly personal element to their assault on Telti, the promise of grappling hand-to-hand with the Jedi just over the horizon, there was always the advantage of laying the weaker of their opponents to waste before the real fighting had even begun.

As Gabriel’s legion began their assault, Matsu joined him with one of her own.

Mentalism was, as most aspects of the Force, a thing that could be bolstered by communal effort. It would take less out of her to share the creation and besides, the monsters made by two separate minds working as one were always interesting.

She brushed against Athena’s mind to invite her before opening her own, a shared space to create as she called on the darkside, illusions blooming among the thud-bugs. The best illusions were those that made sense and weren’t questioned so she made Vong – eyeless, skin pale and dewy as if they’d never seen the sun, crawling on all fours with knees bent backwards – screaming among the clacking of their bug brethren. The Atrisian had been at things like this for a long time, and each creation was a labor of love, an easy conjuration from a mind that was constantly imagining its next nightmarish piece of art.

Her death-sick Vong shrieked in agony as they jittered along down the corridor, vomiting putrid gouts of black blood, tearing at their bald scalps in a madness reminiscent of that which they might inspire in any Jedi too close.

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Location: D6 - McYoda's
Objective: Fight the Sith Lord
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Kira Talith"] (NPC'd), [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Laura Na'Varro"], [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"], [member="Kaili Talith"], Republic
Enemies: [member="Darth Ayra"]

The Jedi quickly dodged as the ceiling began to collapse. When the apprentice shored the top up with a tree, nef couldn't help but smile at the use of nature.
Nef telekinetically threw a table at the Sith Lady before moving in to engage in a match of blades.
"I cannot allow you to commit such a grievous and cowardly act, Sith."
The Countess moved into a Shii-Cho stance, but was ready to combine elements of Makashi as well.
"I am your opponent"

 

[Micah Talith]

NPC PC Allies -- Jedi Master Kira Talith nee Liadain
Location: @ B6 Spacesport
Objective: Rev up the engines!

“Master,” C4-R1 would wail behind her, “I am picking up large readings of a fleet that is surrounding the moon. I believe they are not friendly. The probability that we can esca--”

“Cee Four Arr One, now is not the time to tell me the odds!” Kira would toss over her shoulder, the petite blonde’s hands moving deftly over the piloting console as she went through quick start pre-flight procedures.

A toggle flip here. A turn and a crank there and soon she would be rewarded by the low whine of the engines.

WARNING -- ALL CIVILIANS PLEASE REPORT TO SECURE REPUBLIC FACILITIES. ​

“Beans, beans, beans!” she’d curse, bright blue eyes flashing up over the viewport as she saw the rush of incoming Telti inhabitants move towards their ships. Apparently, some of the other visitors also had the same idea.

The Jedi Master would search for any sign of her children or the younglings left in her care. Worry would knot her stomach. Aela hadn’t replied back.

Again, her hand would tighten around the comm and she would bring it to her mouth. The sound of her voice would come crackling through the comm of her eldest daughter.

[ Aela! Honey, answer me please! ]

Location: D6 - McYoda's
Objective: Initiate the Brat Pack Supremacy
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Maleah Talith"] [member="Hylocereus"] [member="Laura Na'Varro"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ayra"]

Micah was airborne; let us not say that one determined older sister channeling the protective instincts akin to their mother would not be a force to be reckoned with.

The air went whistling past his ears, his hair streaming over his face as he flew back from the throw. The Garhan deftness of the Shamalain line went rippling within his sinewy strands of tissues. Muscles contorted, stretched, twisted. Back curled and arched. Quickly, he would relax his body in preparation for his landing, saber deactivating in his grip.

He came down the next instant, his left hand bearing the brunt of his weight as he rolled in a one handed handstand, using the Force to maintain his balance through sheer manipulation of his body and leg musculature only to then used the momentum to push his body onward for a backwards flip.

The Force lent him strength, giving him better control over his own body, curving as his legs swung up and over to land with a graceful touch of his toes upon the surface of the ground, rolling onto the balls of his feet as he slid across the ground, clouds of dust and permacrete debris falling over him.

The tree that Hylo had brought up to take the bulk of the debris off of them was a blessing, but he knew this was not the end all.

WIth bits and pieces of rubble falling here and there, leaves fluttering within the noisy and now food fight galore of water. Micah would move up and around in a semi circle to attempt a flank. Broken electric wires would swing back and forth, hissing and buzzing with sparks.

While a new Jedi Knight had arrived to attempt to take the wicked witch of the heaving breasts, Micah would attempt to use this time to sneak back up where Hylo was at and then up that tree!

The rule was to work together. As one. Each of them utilizing each other’s strengths. She was channeling rage?

Guess it is time to work on empathy.

Sliding beside the other kid, Micah would toss out as he ran past, “Calm her down Hylo!”

Nothing like overwhelming pheromones and empathic deadening to make one calm from all the pheromone emitting and empathic kids in the room.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: D6 - McYoda's
Objective: Defend Little Brother!
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Maleah Talith"] [member="Kira Talith"] (NPC'd PC) [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Hylocereus"] [member="Laura Na'Varro"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ayra"]

It all happened so fast, so quickly.

Aela was barely able to keep pace, her orange eyes following the Sith as she flew around the room. Her grip tightened on her lightsaber, her eyes shifted, and her stance slowly flowed to the right, her lightsaber hummed slightly.

Then the ceiling began to fall.

Her eyes opened wider, the sound of the communicator chirping in her bag. Permacrete began to fall and her eyes popped open. She slashed towards the ceiling, cutting several larger chunks in half first, her hand shooting out and knocking smaller pieces to the side and away from the other children. Her own body swiveled to the side, dodging chunk after chunk.

Lithely she moved, dancing through the falling debris and maneuvering her way to the communicator. She snatched it, grasping the small device and shouting into it. “Mother!”

“Were being attacked!” The desperate plea was nearly shouted, echoing as Aela moved to join her little brother.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location : West side of F7
Objective: Hold the damn line
Allies: [member="Dair Cotarin"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Ryan Korr"]
Enemies: One eye, no arms, and the rest
Forces: 86 Marines, in deliberate defence position aimed to draw Vong forces into a kill zone. 14 YVH2.

Voidstalker grimaced regretfully as he watched the Republic soldiers efficiently setting themselves up. Fear was supposed to lead to... all that stuff. However, it had already lodged itself deep in his gut and wasn't going anywhere soon. It had always been this way before a battle. Often a forced engagement came with less mental anguish than a deliberate one. Tended to come with more casualties though, he thought to himself.

Just six months ago he'd been in the field, before a Sith cut through his Company and wiped out the HQ. Should have taken my retirement then, he thought. Instead, he'd dug up the bones of his past and returned to the Jedi Order. He'd done that so he could be right, bloody, here. Well now he was here. To make a stand. To make a difference. Damn, but he was bricking it. The difference he made was hopefully going to last more than ten minutes.

Still, they were prepared, that was a plus. Always made it easier, having good soldiers at your side. Truth be told, he was still far better at soldiering than being a Jedi. He'd have looked some armor support, or fire support, but conditions didn't allow. So they'd set themselves up behind Korr's force as a second echelon of defence. They'd carefully planned their firing arcs to draw in the Yuuzhan Vong, and then overwhelm them with superior firepower. Repeaters and underslung HEX grenade launchers were the order of the day, with a few squads of YVH2 droids thrown into the mix for good measure. The buildings in the sector had been mapped out and used to carefully plan their defences against an anticipated attack. If Korr held, they could either push forwards and turn defence into offence, or protect from a potential flank attack.

As for the Jedi business, at least he'd been training hard. Plenty of sparring sessions, and some further work with Master Windspeaker on his defensive form. He didn't trust his abilities quite that far yet. He'd also requisitioned a suit of Warden armour from the military, as well as a CC13 with underslung grenades. A Handcannon hung from his belt, with another holdout tucked into the small of his back.

The adrenaline built. He took deep calming breaths, but he allowed it to linger. Just a touch was enough to focus the mind, sharpen the senses. The eminent horde of Yuuzhan Vong and Sith Lords might just tip that balance the wrong way.

 

[Phylis Alince]

[member="Darth Veles"]
Location: A8
Objective: Pondering over polite Sith.
Allies: ?!
Enemies: Fishsticks McSith

Phylis peered closer at the Sith, putting her map away in her robe. She saw a Mon Cal looking very distinguished with lightsabres and natty clothes. She was disappointed there was no monocle though.

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Regardless, he talked to her politely, like he was the security guard at a museum. It was all very odd.

“Hmm? Oh yes, hail, yes. I am trying to make sense of this place. You would expect in a factory that, hmm, it would be laid out logically.”

She stopped. She was in the middle of a war. Discussing corridors was probably not what was supposed to be done.

“So…you’re very polite for a Sith. Most of the ones I’ve met, hmm, have been more of the ‘ravening’ sort. You know, loot and pillage. Hmmph, I remember someone telling me about how the Dark Side influences the impulse control areas of the brain. Not sure if I agree with that conclusion. It’s applying causation to correlation, don’t you think?”

Was the Jedi Master talking to buy time? Probably. However, Phylis was hardly a combat veteran, and so having a chat before battle was always wise.

“And no offence to you, Mr Sith, but most of your comrades are about as reliable as, hmm, a soap hacksaw.”

Soap hacksaw? What?

“But, hmm, if you want to surrender to me, that’d be fine too.”