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Bashing Royalty[TRE Hex Invasion of Serenno]

Location: The Devestator, Ord Radama
Objective: Finish them
Allies: TRE, [member="Vrak Nashar"], [member="Vraukt"]
Enemies: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Valae Kitra"], @Arisa Yune, [member="Valkren Calderon"], @Darren Toran

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His senses extend outwards. He could obviously feel what Vrak was doing. His beacon of power could be sense from miles away let alone in the same ship. Though, Rakosh was able to see past that to look outwards. He could sense what they were planning to do. They were going to fire upon the ship in an attempt to destroy it. He made haste to approach Vrak. "Lord Nashar, they're about to-" With that, the ship would be fired upon. Several pieces of the ship being torn from the hull. Pieces of shrapnel would fly through the room, a piece impaling through his hand. "Argh." He called out, in pain.

Closing his eyes he would tug the piece of metal from out of his hand, inhaling deeply as the strong ammount of pain influences him. He allows it to sink within himself. Drawing energy from the pain, his eyes flaring a dark red. He would smile, turning to Vrak. "What do we do?" He asked.
 
Location: Serreno - Blackgate Manor
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | TRE
Enemies: [member="Formorta"] | The Dominion
Objective: Crush the enemy

OOC: Sorry for the delay, I had been waiting on a few other people but given it's been over a week I believe since my last post, I think I've held off long enough! Sorry again!

It seemed the enemy were there to greet them, if the Dominion truly counted as her enemy. Even now, Samka harboured them no particular ill will, no more than any other neutral power in the galaxy. Even as she buried her blade in a soldier's neck. She'd landed directly atop a Dominion soldier, impaling him with her Lightsaber as she slammed him to ground beneath her weight. Samka was light, some might even say dainty, but the force of her momentum was enough to violently knock her foe off of his feet. The surrounding soldiers turned their guns to her but a volley of blaster fire from forces emerging from the shuttle put them on the defensive.

Rising to her feet, the young Ren snatched a retreating foe with a powerful kinetic pull, bringing him to meet her blade. A quick stab then slice upwards made short work of the man, dropping another body to her feet. There was a scream of anguish ahead of her followed by a hail of blaster bolts from a Dominion soldier, it seemed her victim had had a friend. Spinning her blade in her wrist, Sam deflected all of the accurate blasts although most flew harmless past her. She was out of her comfort zone here, something clearly marked by how none of the deflected bolts hit an enemy. Her concentration was taken just in defending herself without enough to turn it into an offensive technique. Her prowess lay in speed, agility, dodging, not such defensive measures.

A powerful shot from afar whistled past her followed by pained yelling. Sniper fire had, perhaps, struck some of her allies, Samka didn't have time to check, nor was it her responsibility, she was still under fire herself from the Dominion soldier whose friend she'd slain. She held her ground until the soldier's weapon began to overheat then returned with a controlled streak of lightning, not a deadly blast, but enough to put him off. The bolt hit its mark, causing her foe to yelp in pain as the Lightning struck his shoulder. Now she could close the distance with a burst of speed. It took less than three seconds for the girl to close the gap of meters, slicing through the target's leg the moment she was within range. As he fell, Sam swiftly jabbed through his heart, ending his life before he hit the ground.

Her eyes turned to the Blackgate Manor, the building seemingly only loosely defended. It seemed gaining control wouldn't take too long. Just what Darth Carnifex wanted with the place she didn't know, she didn't particularly care. She just wanted to see how things were done far from moralising oversight and her place within such a system. An experiment to find herself. The end goal didn't matter.
 
What does a sniper and artist have in common, deta
Locatino:Sereno near Blackgate Manor
Allies: Domain
Enemies: [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] TRE

She continued to lay down fire on any TRE trooper that got to close to her predesignated firing zone, they helplessly tired to hid behind cover, but it proved useless as her .57 cal slugger ripped through anything with ease, killing a few mandolorian elite troopers as well. As the enemy hesitated to move from their positions she took a look at Samka, what struck her as odd was her fighting style, she was very defense which was strange to her. From what she knew the Sith of the TRE were merciless killing machines who wouldn't hesitate to kill those in their way. True she could be heartless at some times but she was a mercenary and assassin, paired to kill as such being cold heated was a requirement, but Sith they enjoyed it, it fueled their powers in the force, so why was this one so different.\

She turned her attention back to the landing zone for the time being, dropping her APAR and switching to her Kisteer for the time being. Looking down the sight she lined up a shot on Samka as she looked towards the Blackgate Manor, inspecting its defenses. "Lets see what type of person your really are" she let loose a non tracer slug aiming at her right arm, shed most likely deflect it but she wanted to gauge her skills.
 
Location: Aboard Cedric's Wrath
Objective: Combat the enemy boarder
Allies: [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Arisa Yune"]
Enemies: TRE & Allies- [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]

As the face off with the Cathar continued Adron's anger only continued to rise, growing tired of the time wasted on the beast. He had not even yet received information of the havoc being wrought upon his home planet. Having gained an advantage over the Cathar Adron thought to press his attack, and perhaps end the confrontation with the creature. Just as he took a step forward a thunderous clatter began to echo through out the ship's bridge.

With a brow arched in confusion he glanced back to what he could only describe as, the cavalry. Two squads of peacekeepers stormed into the bridge, taking up offensive positions against the Cathar aboard the bridge, their weapons trained on the Sith. Sixteen fully trained soldiers in total, the Sith's chances had drastically weakened.

"That's quite enough." An almost metallic voice called out over the bridge.

Through the corner of his eye Adron could see a blaster pistol aimed at his enemy, and he knew all too well who it belonged to. "You know...usually a quick response force is supposed to respond....quick"

Captain Kon Nuana stood beside him, his Serennoan uniform not showing the slightest signs of even a crease. "Apologies sir, when the ship's systems went down the armory automatically sealed itself, took us quite some time to get into it actually. Now, it is time for you to go, my lord."

Adron's lips parted in protest but before he could the Rodian looked to the man intently. "My lord, Serenno needs you and so does Lady Anya. The Sector Command Base has been heavily bombarded, Blackgate manor's alarms were triggered, and we have no contact with Count Venjuta. You must go. Seal the bridge behind us and don't worry, we'll handle this kitty." He said, returning his gaze to the Cathar before them.

A pause was given before Adron nodded at the Captain. "Very well." Turning from the others, he made his way to Anya, the soldiers surrounding them forming a shield between Adron and the Sith. His lightsaber lost it's life as he clamped it to his waist, while he did one of the peacekeeper's moved to pick Anya up in his arms. After they had secured her Adron made his way away from the bridge, yelling out as he did. "Seal the bridge!"

As they made their way out of the hold one of the Ensign's tapped into his console, willing the blast door's to the bridge to magnetically seal. Glancing over at Anya Adron worried for her condition, but he knew they had to get to the shuttles before anything could be done.
 
Ally-[member="Adron Malvern"]
Enemy-[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]
Cedrics wrath

The world had faded, darkness and fire seemed to just take her in. She could only glance around as she was confused at what she was seeing....she felt like she was on fire and falling

Suddenly the world came back in a flash...the sound of explosions and a door closing was so quiet...her vision seemed so dark on one part...and fuzzy on the other...

That's when she realized she couldn't see...the attack had hit her right eye making it useless as blood dripped down as her breathing was labored...her face still felt on fire as she tried to speak

a..adron...you...there

Was all she cpuld manage
 
Location: Ord Radam, Southern Hemisphere
Objective: Fear
Allies: [member="Rakosh Saqai"] | [member="Vraukt"]
Enemies: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Darren Torran"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"]

Power tore through him.

It was a strength that he had never felt before. The kind of power that was enough to sunder his entire being. It ripped through him and washed over every fiber of his being, consuming him, threatening to destroy him if he did not unleash it. His mind drew to a needle point, his thoughts drifted, his lips thinned, and then he focused upon the singular energy that he could still feel. The Jedi that remained. His breath left him, and Vrak issued the thought once more.

Kill. Again and again he called Kill.

It was a singular command, one that would echo over and over again to those who would listen. One that would sound out to Jedi, Soldier, and whatever else loomed among the ranks of the Silver Jedi. He would either drive them mad, or push them to fall apart.

His eyes snapped open a second later, feeling the rumble of the ship.

By now the Resurgent Legion Troopers that remained and survived had retreated deep into the ship itself, moving towards the section with Vrak, Rakosh, and the Redguard. They were located hundreds of meters below dozens of levels of durasteel and earth. If the Silver Jedi wanted to get them they would either have to bomb the structure for ours, perhaps even days, or follow them inside. Either way it would be bloody, and not quick. The Pureblood's gaze fell on Rakosh. "We wait."

There was a strain to his voice, a bare rasp.

"They will come to us." He said, his fingers clenching around the orb. "Or they will waste their time."

He looked around for a moment, then back at Rakosh. "Either way, we'll not die this day."
 

St0rmSlaSh

Never Underestimate a Good Bottle of Whiskey
Location - Marsh Surface
Objective - Survive and Focus
Allies - SJO and Dominion [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/12472-jessica-med-beq/http://starwarsrp.net/user/12472-jessica-med-beq/ | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Darren Torran"] | [member="Velus"] | [member="Valae Kitra"]
Opposition - TRE and Friends [member="Rakosh Saqai"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/15450-rakosh-saqai/http://starwarsrp.net/user/15450-rakosh-saqai/| [member="Vrak Nashar"]

Post #5

Darren handed him a pistol and exclaimed that the padawan better know how to use it. Jerit nodded assuring it 110% he knew how to use a pistol. He had used them when he was a kid on Lothal when he would go shooting with his dad. Now he was holding a Ranger's Side Pistol. It was very weird holding it to Jerit. He had never held a pistol like this before, although he would get used to it no problem. The padawan aimed down its sight and had no problem with it.

" Don't worry, I got this. I can definitely protect myself with this while my leg heals. Many thanks sir. "

As Jerit was expecting the pistol more, Valae had helped his leg. But she also told him that she felt the dark presence. This was starting to now get the boy on edge. This might be a situation where a fight might subsequently follow. It made him almost lose it in his mind. He was getting paranoid that he might die today. The blaster bolt made him realize it a bit, but a Sith... It really got to him. He did not want to fight. He did not even think he could in his current edition.

" You feel it too? " Is what Jerit stated before Valae told him about the bubbles. That won't be a problem. He was by Darren and his bubble will protect him. But alas Jerit could still feel it. The cold. It felt like a predator seeking its prey. He felt it in the wreckage, waiting... It made Jerit feel uneasy even more. He did not want to step near that place but knew in the end he had to.

He felt his lightsaber. The physical scars it had on it from age and withering. It if came to the point, it would adopt a Sith's life. Then Jerit came to terms with something much simpler. He was going to either kill, or die. He felt like crying. He looked over to Darren. What if he died? He looked over to the soldiers shooting into oblivion. What if they die? Now Jerit was in a trance. He was breathing fast... too fast! He was having an anxiety attack!

https://youtu.be/wMCXgqSgoB8
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8AdrYxFbro​

Location - Ord Radama, Marshlands.
Objective - Engage RE ground parties, finish the fight.
Allies - SJO and Dominion, [member="Marl"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Velus"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Darren Torran"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]
Opposition - TRE & Allies, [member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Rakosh Saqai"]

Colonel Calderon squeezed the trigger on his rifle again, a slug traveling out from the barrel of the weapon, zooming past mutilated corpses of both sides and the destroyed landscape, until it found it's mark in the pack of a resurgent trooper's helmet..The slug's connection with the retreating soldier was more visible than he had hoped. He witnessed the gore, and the body crumple lifeless to the ground. The gunfire on the ground became sporadic, the main force of the enemy retreating into the wreckage, now the only fire came from their own weapons and tanks, besides the occasional fire from those local forces that couldn't make it to the yslamir bubbles.

The 'blue on blue' engagements along portions of the ridge made for some confusion, for sure..But nothing his men couldn't handle.

What he heard next, worried him. Valae's familiar voice reached his ears through the communication set in his helmet, the colonel sitting down with his back against the ridge to contemplate her words.

A sith..There goes his idea of raiding the wreckage and taking it to close quarters.

"Solid copy, Miss Kitra. Keep me informed on Jerit..Sergeant Torran, if you're on this frequency I want you and two of your shooters up here with me. I think Valae can take care of the kid." He'd state this before rolling onto his stomach and pulling himself to the edge of his cover to get a clear view of the wreckage in the distance. Blaster bolts and slugs flew toward open sections. At this time, there wasn't almost anyone returning fire onto the ground forces that they had brought, making for a sort of lull in the combat in his section, and probably several tank sections around the marshland aswell.

He zoomed in through his HUD, taking down exact coordinates of the wreckage.

"Broadsword one to SSV Roanoke, requesting immediate fire mission on enemy position at location: Zulu, foxtrot, november, six, one, three, how copy?" His eyes would almost glare at the battered and destroyed ship, like he held some great resentment for it.

"Brimstone." He'd say these last words into his communications system, knowing that the officer onboard the Roanoke would know exactly what the transmission meant. The next fire mission would hopefully end the evil at hand on Ord Radama, his men well out of range due to their position on the ridge. Valkren slid down back behind his cover as the tank just to his side let another slug loose, and suddenly the world went silent. He looked back to the body of his fallen comrade that he had stumbled over previously, blinking as he waited for confirmation on the fire support. Another thought crossed his mind, besides the status of all of his men on the planet..He thought about all the lives that would be ended within the next few minutes, because of that one word he issued to the Roanoke. The next thing the young officer he did, was something that he had not done in quite along time.

He prayed.
 
Location: SSV Ungul, Kushibah far orbit
Objective: Engage Sith flagship's escort, destroy Sith flagship
Allies: Dominion and friends [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Darci Hopps"]
Enemies: RE and friends [member="Vrak Nashar"], [member="Yidhra"]


The Verpine was mildly surprised when the rounds failed to go through the shields on the enemy ship. Looking down at his datapad he let out a slight chitter of annoyance. The wrong rounds had been loaded, quickly he ordered the changing to ray shield piercing ammunition in all guns throughout the fleet. There was one major advantage he had however, while the enemy vessel seemed to have extremely strong shields he had a proper fleet. "Munificents keep pressing forwards, open fire with long range turbolasers on those advancing Hammerheads while your main gun works on that capital vessel." he paused and cut the connection before looking back up at the bridge crew "Same goes for this ship, want all long range batteries on those Hammerheads, we need to keep our light cruisers protected underneath us. Also prepare the MIRV launchers, I want those missiles to be able to pass through their shields and not be spotted as they go in thanks to their cloak."

As the Sith reached out with the force she'd very likely have a lot of difficulty thanks to the extreme ranges the fight was occurring at. Aboard the Munificents the captain and the vast majority of the crew were made up of droids. Far cheaper to use then a human, were usually far more efficient thanks to being programmed to do their tasks and almost nothing else, and Sko had a high preference for droids over other sentients when it came to combat. Even if they could be hacked somehow or one of the few organics aboard had its mind taken any damage would likely be negligible. Built in safety programs and back ups prevented destruction to major systems without multiple authorizations from multiple different sources. Security droids also guarded critical components and anything without proper authorisation to be there during live combat would be blasted multiple times. The Lucerhulk were Sko was had it's bridge effectively shut off from force usage. Sko'saht was a Mandalorian and his primary ship was a stealth vessel, he almost always kept a Yslamri ready in a back pack to be accessed and when going aboard another vessel to command he brought the creature with him. It had proven quite useful in the past.

The fleet pressed onwards.

Fleet:
1x Lucerhulk-X-class supercarrier: Hull 100%, Shields 100%

6x Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser
#1 (Lead left wing): Hull 98%, Shields 89%,
Systems damage = Light damage to sensor array from bleed through and slow wear down of shield generator
#2 (Middle left wing): Hull 100% Shields 97%
#3 (Rear left wing) Hull 100% Shields 100%
#4 (Lead right wing) Hull 100% Shields 86%
#5 (Middle right wing) Hull 100% Shields 94%
#6 (Rear right wing) Hull 100% Shields 100%

4x Damorian Light Cruiser
#1 (Lead left flank) Hull 100% Shields 100%
#2 (Rear left flank) Hull 100% Shields 100%
#3 (Lead right flank) Hull 100% Shields 100%
#4 (Rear right flank) Hull 100% Shields 100%
 
The darkness lays ever near the light.
Location: Ord Radama Surface, Marshlands.
Objective: Engage TRE Ground parties, provide reinforcements to finish the fight.
Allies: SJO, Dominion and Allies | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Velus"]
Enemies: TRE and Allies | [member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Rakosh Saqai"]

Darren nodded to Jerit, turning to Valae as she spoke into the comm. He listened closely and when she was done, he bowed his head. He knew there was something wrong. A danger greater than any he had encountered before. He knew this from the start, but how? How did he know this? There was no time for another internal debate, he had a job to do, people to save. Perhaps a whole galaxy if this weapon was as powerful as it was being made out to be. Hell, if he could feel it, then it had to be pretty powerful.

He listened into the frequency, speaking into his comm to respond to Colonel Calderon's orders, "Copy that, colonel. Myself and two more on course for your destination as soon as possible." The Zabrak turned, motioning for his men to come with him, "Jared, Gareth, you're with me. The rest of you, stay here to protect the kid and the healers." he then looked to Jerit "Don't get yourself shot again kid, the Colonel will have my ass if you do." he smiled, turning and heading off, approaching Valae on the way, "Take care of the kid - and yourself. We're not going to lose any more of you today." The man nodded to her, taking off with two of his men in tow. They left 3 men behind to protect Jerit, Valae and her healers, should they need it.

Darren and his men made their way through the marsh, Darren lead them as Jared covered their left and Gareth their right. It was surprisingly calm as they made their way to Valkren's location, probably due to the enemy's retreat into the Devestator's wreckage. They climbed the ridge to reach the Colonel and his men. "I said as soon as possible, Colonel." he smiled. "They've retreated. They're all in one place, that makes our job easier. Well... Physically, not mentally. I heard the healer say something about a strong dark side presence, please tell me you know more about what we're up against then me."
 
Location - Ord Radama, Marshlands.
Objective - Engage RE ground parties, finish the fight.
Allies - SJO and Dominion, [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Velus"] | [member="Darren Torran"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]
Opposition - TRE & Allies, [member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Rakosh Saqai"] |[member="Vraukt"]

"I'm here if you need me, Colonel -- just call." She said, and then placed the comm device on her belt. And if that call came, she knew what would await. Valae grimaced, there was a terrible sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Glancing up, she gave a steady nod to Sergeant Torran as he began to depart.

"Don't worry, we'll be just fine." She said with a reassuring smile.

Valae watched him and his men leave to follow the Colonel's orders. Turning to the side, she focused her attention on young Jerit. In the background, Lila and Vash were tending to the wounds of those that had been left behind in their care. At the present, there did not appear to be anything especially serious. However, it was hard to tell...

In the presence of their three guards and their ysalamir bubbles, she was unable to tap into the force to know for sure. Her eyes shifted to study Jerit's expression, she didn't need the influence of the force to know that he was frightened. It was more than understandable. Valae remembered her first time on the battlefield, it was an experience that still haunted her to this day. This day was one that would surely be burned into the padawan's mind, for better or worse.

"Word gets around," She started, placing a hand on Jerit's shoulder. "I'm sure you've heard that I'm not much of a fighter, but I won't let anything happen to you."

She gave his shoulder a brief squeeze before letting go.

Of course, she had little way of knowing the course the battle would take. At this point, it seemed that the Colonel's forces had pushed quite hard. The enemy would respond in kind, or they would retreat -- she doubted that they would surrender.

"We'll get through this... all of us."
 
Location: SSV Vánagandr, Serenno System
Objective: Establish Air Dominance, Neutralize TRE Ground Forces
Allies: Dominion and Friends
Opposition: TRE and Friends
Directly Engaging: Vrak, Vraukt, all remaining enemy fleeters, and soon Team Nuclear at Adron's Estate.
Fleet Comp: Post Here and Here


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzlvkgYU-kY​



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[Ord Radama - Vrak Nashor]

[SIZE=9pt]"[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Broadsword one to SSV Roanoke, requesting immediate fire mission on enemy position at location: Zulu, foxtrot, november, six, one, three, how copy?[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]" His eyes would almost glare at the battered and destroyed ship, like he held some great resentment for it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]"[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Brimstone.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]" He'd say these last words into his communications system, knowing that the officer onboard the Roanoke would know exactly what the transmission meant.[/SIZE]
Commander [SIZE=11pt]Taffer pounded his fist into his hand as he heard the fire mission request. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]About damned time. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]The Hutt officer had been apprehensive about the Jedi and Rangers entering the wreckage when there was some nasty paranormal activity at play. Who knew what horrors lay in store for anyone who tried entering the wreckage after the pinned RE forces, whatever remained of them. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Roanoke to Broadsword One, solid copy. I read [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]back fire[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] mission on location Zulu, Foxtrot, November, Six, One, Three. Brimstone. Over.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"Brimstone" was a very specific type of fire mission that called for the use of incendiaries against fixed and fortified targets, good in this scenario where friendlies were in a danger close scenario while the enemy had conveniently packed themselves into the ancient downed Harrower like sardines. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With his tablet, he would direct the Roanoke[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] and its escorts of Meteor frigates to begin firing upon the wreckage with missile launchers and mass driver cannons. The warheads and shells would all contain cartridges of [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Cardinam[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], a particularly vicious class of incendiary that could even eat through [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]beskar[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] with enough time.

Hundreds of projectiles would rain down upon the ruined pockmarked hull in a steady stream, gradually melting the rusted metal surface into [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]white-hot slag as the activated incendiaries clung and burned against the surface. The molten metal would begin to seep into the lower levels of the ship, creating breaches[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] for successive incendiary rounds to strike and cause more of the wreckage to melt.

The forces of the Resurgent Empire had thought to use [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]the Harrower as their last bastion, but in fact,[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] it would become their grave as they were encased in a coffin of molten metal above, no doubt raising the temperature within to unbearable levels.

Taffer would[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] not stop firing until the remains of the ship and the Sith within were reduced to one molten pool. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14pt][Serenno - Space]

Reinforcements from Captain Sko would appear as Arisa’s ships began reorienting themselves for a blockade. Though a small enemy flotilla would appear shortly thereafter, capital ships immediately targeting [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Seoulhyun[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] as they transitioned into a delta formation. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Seoulhyun[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] would take several hits to its shields before firing off [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Nuriel[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] anti-beam canisters to soak up most of the beam fire, though would do nothing to hinder the attacks of the HVCs and would still take hits from them for the time being. Taeyeon[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] would join its sister in firing off its own batch of [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Nuriels[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] to shield itself as well.

The squadrons of Cyclones and B-Wings would immediately snap back to target the enemy capital ships with their large payloads of proton bombs and torpedoes while they were covered [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]against[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] enemy fighter screens by the Vánagandr [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]spewing out [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]hundreds[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] of plasma torpedoes all moving at fifth the speed of light. Which enough plasma launchers to wipe out entire wings on its own, the relatively small enemy fighter escort should stand little chance against the onslaught attacks that traveled faster than most pilots could think, let alone manipulate controls. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It would focus the fire of the rest of hundreds of capital emplacements on the larger cruisers and frigates of the enemy flotilla soon to be joined by the Dominion ships linked up to its Subutai system.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]By this time, Arisa would be on her way to the hangars, but she followed the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]progress of this latest engagement seeing if it warranted any special attention before she made landfall. This flotilla was horrendously outmatched in both terms of numbers and firepower by the combined Silver and Dominion Forces in system[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. Even a novice could see that this was a suicide run, which made her wary of the intent of this formation. She wouldn’t return to the CIC, but wouldn’t disembark with the rest of the gunships now streaming out the hangars.

<AXIOS, a [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]small change of plans. I’m going to stick around for a little while longer, but I still deploying units to previously[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] designated locations.>

<Copy, thank you for the assistance.>[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Arisa looked out toward the black expanse of space before her through the hangar barriers, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]helmet[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] in hand, wondering what now may lay in store for her from an increasingly desperate opponent. [/SIZE]

[member="Caid Centurion"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Myn Eris"] | [member="Maleagant"] | [member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Rakosh Saqai"] | [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Vraukt"] | [member="The Matador"] [member="Darth Banshee"]
[member="Vrak Nashar"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Marl"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Valkren Calderon"][member="Vraukt"][member="Rakosh Saqai"] [member="Rakosh Saqai"][member="Tanomas Graf"][member="Yidhra"]
 
Location: Ord Radama
Objective: Blockade Ord Radama
Allies: [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Velus"] [member="Marl"] [member="Satia the Cruel"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Darren Torran"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Vrak Nashar"] [member="Rakosh Saqai"] [member="Vraukt"] [member="Charlyra Araano"]
Music: Brimstone: The Burden

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[Ord Radama - ground]



Valkren Calderon said:
"Brimstone."

In stark departure from what the Silver Jedi faced when fighting the Resurgent Empire on Dromund Kaas, the Sith were holed up inside the Devastator, not attempting to fight the Silver Jedi or local commanders on the ground regardless of any support they might have, which would have meant line infantry. Because the very first rounds of cardinam did not cause any noise that could be heard from the ridge, the columns of smoke emanating from the molten sections of the Devastator's hull indicated where the next rounds of thermobaric charges would be fired at, with the launch platforms in the safety of the ysalamir bubbles, to the tune of six mortars and thirty man-portable missiles. With fuel still around the wrecked Devastator, the Sith and any infantry with them would likely be roasted to smithereens because the thermobaric charges will add explosions to the already heavy loads of incendiaries being thrown their way. Either the Sith stay inside and roast to a crisp or they use their own troops to cover their escape; even that would cause railgun repeaters to be fired at them once they arrive in range of the railgun repeaters they call Korribans, which could not be deflected by lightsabers. The sort of railgun repeaters capable of shooting down fighters as they did in the orbital battle that took place over Ord Radama. Seeing nearby [member="Jerit Kolomor"] being tended to by [member="Valae Kitra"], who, in the minds of the locals, was more of a battle medic than any real frontline combatant, and [member="Darren Torran"] arriving to reinforce their position, the gunners prepare another volley of thermobaric charges to roast the Sith to a crisp, especially since the first volley only achieved limited damage to the derelict.

"Our orbital friends have just made the risks posed by those thermobaric charges much more worrisome, to both us and the enemy, but we have to make do with what we have" the still-panicked mortar gunner commented back to his commanding officer.

"Repeat!" the heavy weapons captain ordered.

This was the reason why one should never say repeat to a heavy weapons gunner outside of combat: repeat meant that they were to fire another volley at the same target as the last one. Under intense bombardment, the Sith holed inside the Devastator would have a hard time attempting to get out: the projectiles landed in the same spots as the previous volley had, only much deeper inside the shipwreck since the first volley already pierced holes allowing the ordnance to penetrate deeper inside, correspondingly causing the explosions to occur deeper inside the Devastator's wreckage. With the fuel from the cardinam rounds still around, the fiery blast will spread even further than it had in the first volley of thermobaric charges. Meanwhile, in orbit, the space battle has diminished in intensity, almost ground to a halt even, since the enemy made no attempt to engage the Silver Jedi fleet, not even so much as return fire. In the CIC, even though it may be too early to claim victory, and the enemy could still attempt to return fire, what battle left to wage could be a mop-up operation. Nevertheless, the CIC crew open channels on the local frequencies:

"Open a channel on all local frequencies. However do not broadcast on RE frequencies: they might spring a trap on us if they catch wind of that"

"Channel open"

"This is General Med-Beq to the people of Ord Radama. The space battle for Ord Radama has been won! The Resurgent Empire's fleet is in full retreat: the Silver Jedi stands with with the people of Ord Radama"

Not that the Resurgent Empire actually even tried to want anything to do with the local populace there; in fact, the local population was with the Dominion since the very beginning, the very moment where the Dominion and its Silver Jedi allies even arrived on Ord Radama in the first place. The events unfolding in the marshes around the Devastator's wreckage and in orbit were proving them right at every turn, and thus the people of Livien Magnus, the city closest to the Devastator's wreckage, as well as those in other cities, such as New Raido, the capital of the planet, Devlikk or not, came to realize that their military made the right decision, especially as the Devastator, which the RE intended to use as a forward command post, could no longer be used as such, since the flames have spread over significant sections of the wreckage, with its metal melting with each passing second. More than ever, timely deployment saved the day... and she would probably want demolition units with thermobaric charges of her own if the reports from the ground were anything to go by, or otherwise sign a deal with the local authorities for technology transfers regarding thermobaric charges.
 

Caid Centurion

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Location: Serenno, Enroute Nalju Estate
Objective: Manipulate
Allies: [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Maleagant"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Myn Eris"]
Enemies: [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"] | [member="Formorta"]

"Mi'lord. No large movements on the estate. However, be advised the Silver Jedi have, apparently, arrived to make their claim of some sort of air victory."

Caid smirked slightly as the speeder he had...acquisitioned drove through the streets of Carannia. "The Silver Jedi... I wasn't aware they held claim over this system."

"They don't Mi'lord."

"Rhetorical, Captain. Keep me abreast of developments. I'll be on target inside of the next two minutes." No reply came from the Nightstalker as the Sith Lord had expected. Similarly, he was not interested in whatever broadcast may have been dispatched to the people of Serenno. There was one very real reality on Serenno. The people did not hold any power, any sway. That belonged to the nobility of Serenno. A nobility that, by the Dominion's own hand, had been largely marginalized and alienated. This was not a situation of the Resurgent Empire's doing. The Resurgent Empire's invasion of this system, quite honestly, gave the nobles the opportunity to rise up, to support a future with at least the potential of their control being restored. Government for the people, by the people was a cute notion, but it didn't actually work. A strong nexus of control was required, and Caid's task was to see that control returned to the nobility absent the presence of an 'Archlord', a King among them.

The Sith's method of government was easy to discern. Planets and systems were left to their own devices so long as relevant taxes were paid to the Empire for both protection and expansion. Protection that they were effective at providing, unlike the obviously failing Dominion and their so-called allies within the Silver Jedi Order.

Caid's thoughts melted into the background as he spotted the Nalju estate on the horizon, panic and fear radiating from behind its walls. No doubt courtesy of the armored mercenary. He would be sure to...thank her.
 
Location: Aboard Cedric's Wrath
Objective: Prepare a strike force for Serenno
Allies: [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Arisa Yune"]
Enemies: TRE & Allies

As they made their way down the large corridor's of Adron's flagship the Archlord leaned over to Anya, taking her comm device from her waist, wishing he had not crushed his own. "Not my best decision." He muttered, attaching the device to the side of his head. He glanced over to the peacekeeper carrying her with an arched brow. "How many Peacekeeper's are still on board?"

The man paused in consideration as they continued down the halls. "The 75th Pacification Battalion is standing by my lord, when the Captain realized what was happening on Serenno he ordered us to begin deployment procedures." He explained. As they made their way to the elevator Adron gestured for the man to go first, nodding at his words. Bringing his comm link to his face he spoke into the device.

"AXIOS, are you still online?" He questioned.

A moment of silence came over the channel before finally the metallic voice of the AI responded. "Yes, my lord. I am operational."

"Status report." He demanded.

"All Imperial ships have fled the sector upon the arrival of the Jedi Fleet. I have synced my systems with their ships and we are currently in control Serenno's atmosphere. Would you like me to deviate from these plans?"

Satisfied with the report the man shook his head before speaking once again. "No, no. Maintain a defensive blockade over Serenno. Also order all fleet marine troops to prepare for landing procedures, just in case I'll need backup."

"Yes my lord, will that be all?" Adron considered his words before shaking his head in declination. "No, patch me in to the Jedi General." He ordered. The commlink gave a soft click before it came back on line, giving him access to [member="Arisa Yune"] . As he spoke into the comm link he glanced at the elevator door's opening to the hangar deck. "This is Archlord Malvern, I owe you a debt General." He began, making his exit out of the elevator.

"We had a situation aboard my ship that stopped me from directly taking charge of my fleet, yet it has been quelled, for the moment at least." He pointed out. "General, your help today will not be forgotten, but I am afraid this battle is far from over. Our shield is down and the Sith are on my planet, facts I'm sure you are well aware of. I intend to make my way to my manor, in the northern mountain ranges. My security measures have been compromised and it is entirely possible my men are all dead." He exhaled, taking a moment as he stepped into the next hall. "I will not let these bastards take my planet, nor continue to harm my people." He said, quite frankly.

Closing the channel Adron made his way into the main hangar, happy to see the soldiers moving about with haste. Most seemed prepared for a journey down to the planet and were simply awaiting the chance to bust some heads.

Adron glanced over to Anya, who seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness. "I'm here....I'm here." He placed a soft palm over her cheek before yelling out. "Get me a ship and a medic, now!" He commanded.

Immediately an officer made his way up to the man, giving a quick salute before speaking. "My lord, we have five gunships prepared to ferry a chalk down planetside. What are your orders?"

Adron glanced around before looking to the soldier that carried Anya. "Get her on that ship, and get a medic to her now!" The soldier made his way to the nearest gunship, loading Anya on board before seeking out the aid of a medic. He returned his attention to the officer in front of him. "Get the ships loaded, first we take back Blackgate, then Carannia. Now!"

"Right away, my lord." The man responded, before seeing to the soldiers in the hangar. As his men prepared to load onto the ships Adron made his way to Anya's shuttle, sitting beside her with a soft exhale. He pressed a hand to her cheek, trying to soothe her as much as he could. He cursed himself for allowing Anya to be hurt in such a manner. He felt a twist in his stomach as it formed a tight knot, the days events starting to weigh on him mentally. Adron buried his face in his palm as he tried to maintain his composure. "I've failed them...." He whispered. "Again..."

Once the medics made their way inside Adron moved out of their way, watching as soldiers began to load into the transport. Clearing his throat he clamped his hands behind his back, regaining his composure for the soldier that prepared to follow him into battle, and possibly death.
 
Location- cedrics wrath
Obj-n/a
Allies- [member="Adron Malvern"]

She felt his hand and managed a soft smile, she drifted out again before she came to once more looking with her eye as she saw adron again. She felt his hand and tea h for it letting a soft shhhh out before speaking

you've not failed yet...victory...will be ours...go..see it so...archlord...my future husband

She said the last part without thinking and started to drift out her hand going slowly back to her side as she let a breath out knowing he could succeed, she opened her eye again to see the medics surrounding her and began their work...she could hear briefly what they spoke... completely destroyed...need removal now...may never see from the eye again...

She drifted out...the force seemed to just submerge her as she blinked, however she was looking at...herself? She couldn't understand it at all and quite honestly was scared

The world flashed again and darkness was all she saw...passed out unaware as her body did it's work...somehow it knew that anya wasn't out of the fight just yet...
 
Or there could be no guys. No opposition would be great. The girl could hope for such a miracle, maybe even pray if she were that desperate, but as the time for action drew closer, a nervous calm settled over the Falleen. The sense of detachment, that this was little more than a job, might prove to be a nuisance later on. Why, it'd might just disappear when keeping cool mattered most and leave just a scared reptile with less than patient AI. For now, however, as long as it kept her moving it was good enough.

Turning her back to the door as the flashbang was thrown, eyes slamming shut, she waited until she was absolutely sure it was clear before she risked opening her eyes. Being so sure, however, wasn't a thing until the marines were already pushing past her. With the prodding of her companion, she entered the fray. Dropping to the floor with a bit of a grunt, she took a moment between absorbing the landing and drawing her blaster to survey the current scene. A couple seconds in and already in combat? So much for hoping.

In the midst of gunning down a group that had been left relatively untouched, the fact that they had ended up in a lunch room of sorts dawned on her, bringing back an earlier thought. I really should get a snack compartment installed in this arm.

Really? You can't even focus now of all times?

Just think about it - it'd be great for long term missions. The mental conversation was temporarily cut off by a blaster bolt landing a bit too close to comfort, finding its home in the wall near Xandari's head.

There won't be any long term missions if you don't focus here, idiot.

[member="Tyris Hayes"]
 
Location: Near the Black Gate; Landing Site of the Crestfallen
Objective: Attack!
Allies: Team Nuclear Holocaust - [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Samka Derith"]

Enemies: The Dominion
Equipment

​War at last.

​The sounds of rockets in the air colliding with great towers of the Black Gates, the smell of smoke and fire assaulting the senses. While the price of dark power caused the Destroyer to give up numerous sensations the battlefield was one of the places that he felt alive. When the assault transports finally landed releasing the hordes of elite spawn in their wicked armor each warrior carrying a standard blaster with a variety of attachments. These savages were well honed killing machines with vibroblades, axes, spears and more slung on their backs or hanging at their sides. These well trained killing machines were bred for war, each and every one true hunters with the genes of great species to prove it. When the assault ships landed they emerged unleashing their wrath upon the loyal defenders of the fortress.

But then they came.

First down the ramp of the Crestfallen was Samka Derith the Master of Ren charging headlong into battle with a myriad of sith and mandalorian troops behind her. Darth Prazutis descended the ramp alongside Kaine with Vilaz with them. Immediately the HUD of the Dark Lord updated with all pertinent tactical information he'd need on the unfolding battle. As a monarch and a battle commander it was important to have the right functions to coordinate forces in the most effective way possible. The horde of Hyal'Hask were launching a full scale attack through the ruined gates. While the Dark Lords, Mand'alor, and the Master of Ren with another force attacked from the manors landing pads and push into the structure.

Death.

The very air was drowned in waves of pain erupting from defender and attacker alike and one attuned to these sensations felt every bit of it through the force. The distant sounds and feelings of men blown apart by the vicious sithspawned warriors, men begging for mercy when they were descended on in groups and torn to pieces by the cannibalistic creations with gnashing teeth and ripping claws. The pain just before they were wrapped in the cold embrace of death was a sensation unlike any other. It was one that [member="Matsu Xiangu"] had opened his eyes to, to feel a being truly die. The Dark Lords gaze fell hard on the open doors at the far end of the landing pad where soldiers poured out to meet them. Out of all of them he picked the men who stood out from the others, an officer and ensnared the man in the force lifting him into the air with a calm gesture from his hand. Every small movement he could feel the shock set in, the panic and the terror unfold in the mind and on the man's face. The words he attempted to speak didn't quite make it to his ears but he understood from the motions of his lips the begging.

​They were loyal soldiers ready to defend their home but this officer wasn't ready to face a Dark Lord in glorious battle, he didn't expect one here and now. In one swift motion the Destroyer closed his open hand into a fist and a violent reaction followed for the officer. Each one of the mans limbs regardless of armor was unnaturally crushed inward towards his chest as if Darth Prazutis had crumpled a piece of paper his entire body imploded in a spatter of blood, gore, and metal. Just like that terror and life was replaced with death in the closing of a fist, a life snuffed out.

​They were just getting started.
 

Norin Terrek

Hear, do you not hear it?
Location: Aboard Cedric's Wrath
Objective: Land on Serenno
Allies: [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Arisa Yune"]
Enemies: TRE & Allies

With the Galactic Empire fleeing the scene of the invasion it seemed like Norin didn't have much to do while he waited for his new orders from General Lucien. The rest of his squad mates had either gone on their own missions or had disappeared entirely which kind of destroyed the whole purpose of having squad mates, but what's done is done. Norin had anticipated that he would be sent to aid the ground forces on Serenno, as the fleet above the capital was almost completely gone, and sending Norin to another planet entirely would take time they didn't have.

When his orders finally came in it was as he expected, retaking the ground and all of that, but with a little twist. He was to assist the Archlord himself. Now, Norin knew very little about the Archlord, some considered him a god, others think of him as nothing more than a politician. Norin had no idea that the Archlord could even fight, let alone go on a war-torn planet filled with Sith Lords and who knows what else. This would have also been even better if he had his entire team with him, but would could you do?

Norin made his way to the main hanger, bumping into the odd officer or mechanic here and there as he sped down the endless steel corridors. When he finally made his way to the hanger he saw a young man, barely even in his twenties accompanied by an injured scarlet-haired woman. Was that the Archlord everyone had been talking about? Norin didn't expect to be so young, especially since he was the leader of one of the great powers in the galaxy. Whatever the case, Norin took a seat inside of the dropship and waited to finally see some action.
 
Location: Serenno
Enemies: [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] and other jedi
Allies: The sith

Her struck some targets but had minimal effect, as closed in a group of fighters came towards her small flotilla. They lot a lot of photon torpedoes at them, mainly aimed at the artillery ships. The commanders began to scramble to take evasive measures, they hit some with tractor beams and pushed them into each other. This made some of them explode, and some others where caught in the blast.
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The fangs jetted forward, and started to open fire on the incoming torpedoes, in attempt to protect the fleet.
Some got through and exploded on the ships, the ships rocked at they where struck by them. The Banshee it self was truck by them.
As it was Darth Banshee almost lost her footing, she then looked at her ship commander, Get our fighters in their, and kill them!
The commander nodded and, then sent the message to eagle wings. All Eagles, engage them fighters now!
As he said the six squadrons of eagles fighters came to front, and went stright for enemy squadrons.
As they got out of the formation to engage the enemy fighters, they launched at the incoming fighters.
Her fighters where designed for dog fighting, and by looks of things they could out maneuver the enemy ships.
Though like everything they where drastically out numbered. Though soon the fangs will be to help them out, as they reload to from stopping the torpedo attack.
Darth Banshee smiled as she saw them all launch their proximity ion torpedoes, as they broke formation.
They would home in on their target, though it was only hundred forty four them, against nearly six hundred fighters.
The odds as everything in this fight where stacked against her, but she was resolved to proving her worth.
She checked and her bombers, where now being launched.
She then asked the deck officer, How long till the droids are ready?
The deck officer looked confused, My lord, how they going to be of use, we do not have the means of delivering them to enemy ship.
She looked at him, as not to say I did not ask why I am asking you to get them ready, as said how long.
He then stuttered Erm er I mean, very soon my lord.
The droids began being activated, in the hanger bay's a lot droids where getting ready.
She had a plan, and the droids who where going to be part of an invasion force where going to help.
The fleet kept going stright for the enemy command ship, and soon they would be very close to each other.
The fleet helped the fighter as much as possible.
I.M.D Tarantula MkI The Banshee 550s 600h
I.M.D Brachypelma MkI The Challenger 400s 600h
I.M.D Brachypelma MkI The Warlord 500s 600h
I.M.D Trojan MkI The Hive 500s 500h
I.M.D Trojan MkI The Den 500s 500h
I.M.D. Boa MkI 400s 400h
I.M.D. Boa MkI 400s 400h
I.M.D. Boa MkI 400s 400h
I.M.D. Cobra MkI 150s 150h
I.M.D. Cobra MkI 150s 150h
I.M.D. Cobra MkI 150s 150h
I.M.D. Cobra MkI 150s 150h
I.M.D. Cobra MkI 150s 150h
I.M.D. Fang MkI 80s 80h
I.M.D. Fang MkI 80s 80h
I.M.D. Fang MkI 80s 80h
I.M.D. Eagle MkI 12 fighters
I.M.D. Eagle MkI 12 fighters
I.M.D. Eagle MkI 12 fighters
I.M.D. Eagle MkI 12 fighters
I.M.D. Eagle MkI 12 fighters
I.M.D. Eagle MkI 12 fighters
I.M.D. Hell Cat MkI 12 bombers
I.M.D. Hell Cat MkI 12 bombers
 

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