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Invasion Battle of O'reen (Invasion Rep vs. Fringe)

Selena stood upon one of the plateaus where the Republic had managed to make a beach head. The fortress world had been hard to crack and many had died to get here. Part of Selena's heart ached at all the death. The Republic had just come out of a painful war, admittedly one that went far more smoothly than expected. It seemed as if the Sith crumbled as they were attacked. It did not surprise her to see it happen. The Sith never could keep themselves together and strong. They fought at each other as soon as they gained any power, unable to hold onto it. Still, it grieved her to think that they were already back at war.

She had longed for peace in the wake of the Empire's fall. And it had been achieved for the most part, albeit rather shortly. Yes, cleaning up and stabalizing the region was a difficult process but one which was working. Some Jedi, like Daella Apparine and Diana Moridena, worked tirelessly to hunt down the remaining Sith and others worked even harder to lend aid to the people. So much of her wanted to focus on that region of the galaxy but here she was in another fighting another war. The Grandmaster tired of this kind of thing, surprisingly longing for the simplicity of training younglings.

Yet, in the wake of the Galactic Empire's invasion of Fondor the Republic was left to act. Though the relationship had been strained at times the Republic and the Protectorate were long lasting allies. It was natural for them to lend aid to the Protectorate when they were attacked and then assist in taking down this Empire. The Grandmaster had reservations about jumping in on this attack. Prior to this she had mostly ignored the Galactic Empire, just watching it knowing what normally came with Empires. Expansion. And that is what they had shown when they attacked Fondor.

Had it just been for that attack Selena would not likely be standing on this plateau right now though. The military could handle this affair well enough given the Omega Protectorate's abilities. Then the news that the Fringe had joined the Empire had come in. Perhaps it was the loss at Fondor that caused it. She was not sure. But she did know that the Fringe was another haven of darksiders. It was even headed up in many respects by the former Empress Ashin Veranin. The Grandmaster could already see the beginnings of a new Sith Empire in the works, even if by another name.

When she had gathered many of the council members together to announce her decision to join the Republic's attack she had made it clear that she would not try and compel them to join her. Many were still tending wounds from the Sith War. She had not ordered them to participate in that war, even less so did she press them to join in on this one. While her tone had been calm, it was clearly tired. Tired of war, tired of fighting, but she was driven to serve and protect.

Though she did not really feel it, one could best say that Selena hated being on this planet here and now. She stood on the plateau looking across a bridge to another where the Fringe Empire were set up. Republic soldiers and Jedi were all around her. Craft moving down to add more. It would be a long engagement she was sure. This planet was set up to force that to be the case. She practically groaned at the thought of it.

She was tired, but ready. Looking to a soldier near by, "Are we ready to move?"
"Yes, Grandmaster, we have assembled enough soldiers to progress."
 
I took a while for them to actually have gotten to the plateau that they were on. But they had eventually gotten there, and every single inch of ground that they had gained, soldiers on every side died for it. He wasn't about to let the life of Republic life go to waste. He wasn't about to let the Galactic Empire exist long enough in his life time to continue boasting of an Empire. While he lived, there would be no more Empires. He thought to himself grimly.

His lightsaber was clipped on his belt as there was no need for him to use it at the very moment. When he looked to the front of the army, he saw the Jedi Grandmaster looking into the distance. He decided he would join her, and he did. Walking up the short incline he came up slightly behind her and to her left, he looked over the bridge to see the Fringe forces congregating there.

He said nothing. There was nothing to say. And so he looked over the Jedi Grandmaster before his gaze fell onto that of the Fringe's again. Perhaps it was better to stay silent, but this was going to be the first time he was going to speak to the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, and he said, "Grandmaster." He started out. He doubted she would look at him, she seemed quite transfixed in looking ahead, though he knew she heard him. "I will stay by your side for as long as I can." He didn't doubted his abilities, though he knew it would be hard to keep up. He didn't care, he wouldn't stay in the back. That time was long gone, he would be at the forefront.

As a Jedi Guardian should.

@[member="Selena Halcyon"]
 
Republic Landing Plateau
Objective: Preparing to cross into enemy territory

Standing near the Grandmaster, Rasu looked on at the nearby plateau's, Sith and soldiers alike all prepped and ready for another wave. The Shi'ido's green and yellow blades hung loosely at each side, ignited but relaxed. Upon hearing that war had broke out again, Rasu had prepared herself again to head to the front-lines, much like many of the other Jedi, however she was growing tired of it. Why couldn't peace last? Although wiping out the Sith was important, the Headmistress would have thought that the Sith would have retreated after the obliteration of their Empire. But if the Sith were anything, they were persistent, so here she was, standing ever ready for their attack.

Looking over at the Grandmaster, Rasu was surprised to sense only calm from her aura, that and the strong essence of tiredness. It was good to know that it wasn't just the Shi'ido that was sick of all the fighting. She thought back to the Academy, how this would all look to the younglings, what sort of view they would have on their elders and how it would influence their progression. When war was finally abolished and peace restored, how would they fit in? Could even the current Jedi now adjust to the new world that they would eventually create with peace restored? Only time would tell.

Scanning the distant plateaus, she tried to spot any strategic points of where to start. She understood that if the Republic was to come out of this invasion victorious, the capturing of the different plateaus was essential. So with that said, she walked over a strong, durasteel bridge that provided a crossing to the nearest rock formation. On the Fringe plateau, soldiers had set up a barricade, small openings protruded from this makeshift barricade, where the Shi'ido could make out blaster nozzles sticking out. It would be difficult, but if she had numbers on her side, it wouldn't be to hard to cross the bridge and make it over to the enemy, where the fighting would finally begin. All that she needed were a few more willing Jedi or soldiers to cross the gap with her, then chaos would reign.


@[member="Selena Halcyon"], @[member="Antares Windu"], @[member="Daella Apparine"], @[member="Diana Moridena"], @[member="Syn"], @[member="Iella E`ron"], @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"], @[member="Kiskla Grayson"], @[member="Sochi Ru"], @[member="Aika Kawakami"], @[member="Saki"], @[member="Sarge Potteiger"], @[member="Karen Roberts"], @Darc Xavier Talus, @[member="Ella Nova"], @[member="Yinch"], @[member="Marakai Al'Orren"], @[member="Phylis Alince"], @Je'daii, @[member="Willa Isard"], @[member="Equa Dominator"], @[member="Jessie Volt"], @[member="Tallia Farn"], @[member="Talon Vosra"], @[member="Quenladose"], @[member="Avalore Eden"], @[member="Rianna Organa"], @[member="Marek S'hadar"], +Anyone else I missed
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
Ashin's internal commentary didn't especially need to linger on rationale apart from this is ours. So she didn't have to linger in grief over starting a pointless war or the sad necessity of becoming an imperialist power with armor composed of plated justification.

Instead, she was busy. The fortress world of O'reen, in this particular region, was formed of sheer columns, sturdy bridges, and infinite falls into clouds. Each promontory -- there were six contested, two with substantial Republic presence -- was a fortress in and of itself. O'reen built sturdy and without compromise. Those fortresses played host to one of history's greatest gatherings of Masters of the Force, and that was just on this side. Many of them had been on opposing sides before, but necessity made strange bedfellows.

She grimaced and keyed up the comms that took her voice to friendlies across the battlefield.

"This is Ashin Varanin," she said. "I had a speech all ready, but you know what you have to do. And when you take those bridges, hold them. Don't destroy them, but let nothing get past you."

@[member="Lady Exedō"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] @[member="Jared Ovmar"] @[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="Sargon Vynea"] @[member="Vilox Pazela"] @[member="Penumbra"] @[member="Lucien Cordel"] @[member="Darth Arcis"] @[member="Dharma Vessia"] @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="Valik"] @[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"] @[member="Nick Kahoshi"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"] @[member="Helios Kingpriest"] @[member="Tirdarius"]

@[member="Kitt Solo"] @[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"] @[member="Anders Sivas"] @[member="Meret Blackmoon"] @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] @[member="Lucianus Adair"] @[member="Darth Proeliator"] @[member="Zius Aurus"] @[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"] @[member="Rexus Drath"] @[member="Silas Tyree"] @[member="Neskar A'toll"] @[member="Nemene Talith"] @[member="Lord Dissero"] @[member="Kiyala Demont"] @[member="Eldoc Quasat"] @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] @[member="Andreas Wintergreen"] @[member="Cody Weadge"] @[member="Carré Inirial"]
 
The Jedi Master paced back and fourth behind The Grandbooty Jedi Grandmaster @[member="Selena Halcyon"] on the plateau. He was tired of this war, tired of this fighting, this needless death. After Korriban, Josh was looking forward to taking some peace time to train Padawans and younglings. He had also promised @[member="Tallia Farn"] that he would take her out to dinner after the war was over, a promise the Jedi Master would keep. Right after this invasion, he decided, tired or not, he'd fulfill that commitment. The Sith war was over, but one with the Fringe seemed to be just beginning...

He took small breaths to calm himself. He couldn't allow himself to be frustrated. Selena had given them the option of joining this or not. Josh didn't WANT to be here, but his loyalty to the Jedi and to the Republic took priority over his own wants and needs. He severely disliked doing this and being here, but the sooner that they ended this thing, the sooner they could go back to liberating planets that were previously under Sith control, and re-establishing galactic peace. That, and he wanted a nap. Badly. He hadn't slept well since Sao's death, but with him having calmed down since, he was looking forward to getting a proper sleep for once. But that would come once this battle was over...

He gave a small nod to the Grandmaster. His attempts to speak to her in the past were usually met with cold stares, so he didn't bother trying to speak to her about strategy, or give any kind of pep talk or even attempt to help her morale, as he'd usually instinctively do with troops and fellow Jedi, something that had come with being in so much battle, so much war... Josh had unwittingly become quite the war veteran, one who's charisma was known to inspire his troops before battle.

This time, there wasn't a speech... Not yet, anyway... For now, they moved out, knowing just how serious this was.

@[member="Selena Halcyon"]
 

Lira Dajenn

Guest
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Fringe Forward Position
Nemene stood haughty as ever in front of a dozen or so random soldiers. She did not regard them, nor did she even bother looking at them. Her arms were crossed beneath her breasts and a face of absolute stone stared out at the chasms beyond her. The Republic was supposedly coming soon, supposedly aiming to take this world from the Fringe.

In truth she did not care what they did or what they wanted here. Nemene was here because of a promise, not one she had made, but one that had been made to her. Ashin Varanin had promised her aid to Nemene, her aid in returning Byss to its proper owner. That promise of course had come with a conditions, conditions that truthfully Nemene had not liked one bit. The Entitled little brat had felt she deserved the Master's help with no argument needed, though of course that was not the case.

So that was how Nemene had ended up here on this filthy world with an army at her back.

She was here to fight for the Lords of the Fringe and begin on her long path to becoming a Queen. The Sith Lady let out a sigh of exasperation, as if her situation was the worst in the entire galaxy.
 
Standing on a different plateau, Daella looked over a small, burning fortress. The plateau Daella stood on was adjacent to @[member="Selena Halcyon"], yet a chasm still separated the two. The fortress the Republic took over was nearly destroyed - and it was not one of significant worth to the Fringe.

A solder before Daella laid on his back with his head against a durasteel wall. His chest had been pierced by a slugthrower during the quick skirmish. He had spontaneous breaths through his clogged up airway due to blood. He had been tagged to receive immediate intervention and transport, yet many also received the same tag.

The Force be with you,” solemnly whispered Daella as she looked down on the soldier.

Then, Daella turned away. She looked out toward the Fringe’s main fortresses on other plateaus in the distance. She held her unignited lightsaber hilt in her right hand. She wore some Jedi armor with a hood and cloak over it - the ends of it whipping in the gust of wind surrounding the high plateaus.

A bridge stretched across the gap between Daella’s plateaus and another - where more Fringe fortresses and soldiers would be. Daella began to make her way towards it.
 
She took her first steps down the ramp, one of many from the surrounding ships that filled the plateau. Her long Jedi robes draped as usual, partially whipping in the wind. Troops mobilized all around her. Here she found herself fighting in another war. It seemed never ending, but if this is what it took to bring peace then she would do it. The will of the force brought them here, and she understood that. Walking down the ramp she came to meet with republic soldiers who were making reports. She was on the second Plateau, the grandmaster had landed on the other.

From a distance she could see the opposing forces mobilizing as well, this wasn't going to be an easy battle, and they would have to cross this bridge to make any sort of contact with the enemy. With determination and strategy it could be done. She made her way to a set up post that posed as an communications center. She approached the Holocomm area where she could receive maps, and updates, along with communicating with the troops.

She stood with her arms behind her back, located within her sleeves. She looked at the massive blue light in front of her as she saw their troops mobilizing. Officers also stood around the table. People were running around everywhere trying to get to their designated areas. Sochi began to clear her mind, and strengthen her focus. She didn't want to go into this blind; and she had a feeling there was going to be those who rushed right into the heat of it all.

@[member="Selena Halcyon"] @[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Diana Moridena"] @[member="Daella Apparine"]
 
Jerrick remember this place well, "Rolland again? Why is this always going on?" He saddled up his Zealot, and his helmet. "I'm quite tired of war sir, and this Zodiac armor doesn't make me feel like a crazy man either." He stepped behind the man of massive weight and muscle, and with a small slap on hiss back he smiled. "Armor looks good on you though. @[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]
 
On one of the contested spires that rose from the planet like a skyscraper, Kaine watched as the Republic began to amass on some of the other plateaus that covered the region. He wore a complete set of old HYDRA armor from his past, which he had previously stored on Thule long before he became the Emperor of an Empire, and when he broke free from Republic captivity and joined the One Sith he returned to Thule one last time to gather his relics. The armor was just one of those relics, and he wore it proudly now. Black blue plates covered his body while a black robe had been worked into the armor to give himself the appearance of a Sith soldier during the time of Vitiate thousands of years ago. No helmet covered his head, and his mane of black hair blew wildly as the wind wailed across the plateau top.

"Foolish Republic, this is the genesis of your doom." He snarled to no one in particular as he turned away from the sheer drop and slid onto a Silk-6 Swoop Bike painted completely black, and revved the engine before blasting off further behind the Fringe lines to meet up with others who would join with him in the coming battle. He could hardly wait...


@[member="Darth Arcis"] @[member="Hannibal Oryen"]
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
How had it come to this?

Contempt for the Order, certainly. The need to defend imperiled Atrisia from overwhelming odds. And then duty, and then recognition that the Republic he'd served -- the Republic he'd spent four centuries awaiting -- was not the genuine article. So when it came to backing a misled invasion force, or opposing a world he'd pledged to defend against all attackers...

Could he oppose the Jedi Order and still belong to the Light Side of the Force? He certainly aimed to try. Could he remain a defender of this world while the Fringe ruled it, work side by side with Sith and Dark Jedi? Maybe not -- but he'd worked with worse, from time to time. And right now, the only conscionable choice was clear. Twin curved lightsabres settled into his palms but did not ignite, and he set out for the nearest bridge.
 
Breaks ship touched down on O'reen accomnanied by his loyal friends @[member="Rexus Drath"] @[member="stardust"], ready to fight the Republic and take down the tyranical force that threatened the galaxy here and now they would make their stand. Ready to do battle against the strongest foes he had seen yet Break was ready, his trigger finger twitching in anticipation.
 

Dharma Vessia

Lords of the Fringe
Taking a sip of her tea, Dharma placed the cup down. She picked up a tea pot. Leaning over, the adult woman in Jensaarai armor poured the black crate’s cup with some tea. Then she looked at her dolly, “Oh Molly, today looks like a lovely day to something sane for a change. Don’t you agree?”

“Little one… we are having tea and everyone around is being series. How is this being sane?” The inanimate doll replied to Dharma in her reality. For her response, Dharma just laughed. The doll was right and she needed to get serious for just ten seconds. That got her to stand with a little pouting and place her helmet on.

Dharma went to her minion. If serious was going to be ignore, then it was going to be with Shinju. It would fun to chop up Jedi and feed them to Shinju. Time had passed since the last they got to fight together.

@[member="Lady Exedō"]
 

Cedric Dorn

Guest
C
Bridge Beta
@[member="Daella Apparine"]
Coming up from behind Daella already somewhat bloodied and worn Diana Moridena spoke, her face made of stone and her voice hard as it had ever been.

“It never ends.” She spoke to her bladesister in the most serious of tones, the hard lines on her face quivering slightly in disgust of this war. She had changed slightly since her fight with the Emperor. Her eyes had been opened and she now saw that the galaxy would never come to halt when it came to war. There would always be conflict, always be killing, always be something that the people of this galaxy needed to fight over.

The Jedi Master had stepped away from her ignorance, and now embraced the constant war. She knew she could never stop it, but at least she could make it faster, less bloody. That was her goal here today, end the fighting as fast as possible.

With a quick jaunt she caught up to Daella, her tight armor weave bodysuit already covered in splatters of blood and other bodily fluids, though she hardly seemed to notice them. Her hair was a tangled mess from the short fighting they had already endured, and generally she looked a messed. As she stepped up beside Daella she fingered the spines on her lightsabers, a tight frown creasing her lips.

As the two bladesisters stepped onto the bridge Diana flipped her blades around in her palm, the frown on her face turning into a scowl.

She did not like what was about to happen.
 
Zius stood at a distance and observed the amassing army. Watching the spires blanket the sun in all their glory. He adjusted his shoulders, the battle-worn trench coat's collar fully spread and up around his neck. His helmet shined with the one red cybernetic eye as he allowed the spite he felt for Jedi to rise within his body. Grabbing his lightsaber, he watched the massive size of the Republic gather into a gauntlet ready to strike.

This would be a day of death, or victory. And he intended the latter. Forgetting his past as a Jedi and readying himself to be the killer he was constructed to be by the Sith, but even they were his enemies and he preferred neither to exist. The darkside of the Force was his to harness and to use as his tool of reaping souls, he would wrought upon the Republic a massacre.

He looked back, seeing @[member="Darth Vornskr"] make his way towards his own position. Zius walked toward him, acknowledging a fellow participant in this war.

@Darth Arcis @Hannibal Oryen
 
@[member="Rasu Gan"] @Selena Halcyon, @Antares Windu, @Daella Apparine, @Diana Moridena, @Syn, @Iella E`ron, @Joshua DragonsFlame, @Kiskla Grayson, @Sochi Ru, @Aika Kawakami, @Saki, @Sarge Potteiger, @Karen Roberts, @Darc Xavier Talus, @Ella Nova, @Yinch, @Marakai Al'Orren, @Phylis Alince, @Je'daii, @Willa Isard, @Equa Dominator, @Jessie Volt, @Tallia Farn, @Talon Vosra, @Quenladose, @Avalore Eden, @Rianna Organa, @Marek S'hadar, +Anyone else I missed

REPUBLIC LANDING PLATFORM


Doc lifted the M45 over his chest, walking up to Rasu. He held his helmet in his hand, running a hand over the scar on his face. He grimaced, feeling the anxiety of battle. He wasn't exactly looking forward to fighting anymore, infact, he was tired of fighting. But being the last remaining Havoc Squad trooper, he needed to perform so well that it would inspire the rest of the team. The weapon he was using was Mandalorian in origin, but Doc had painted 'PTF' (Peace through firepower) on the side as a small joke. His hands jostled it for a moment, before turning to the Jedi at his side, the green-skinned woman, Rasu. Pretty important Jedi, from what he could remember.

"Can I ask a favor of you?"
 
Grand Admiral, First Order Central Command
Imperial Fortress overlooking Bridge Alpha

The fleet had been in orbit for less than an hour before Cyrus had gotten word that there was a small crisis of command on the planet. A quick review of the situation in space showed that the Republic Fleet, having successfully landed a significant portion of its forces, was in no mood for a fight, and staying just out of range. Presumably, when reinforcements were needed, they'd just dart in, absorb some losses, drop their cargo and dart out again. Say what you will about the Fringe or the Protectorate but at least they weren't cowards when to came to using their ships.

Noting this seemingly small fact down as strategic knowledge of potentially staggering magnitude (did the Republic lack a decent Naval Officer Corps? Were they in fact scared to risk their ships in a real engagement?) Cyrus turned over command to his number two and took a shuttle groundside. He quickly took command of an armored battalion, sending its bewildered Colonel off to requisition some heavy artillery, and then settled in for a good siege. The command pod of an AT-SA was cramped compared to the spacious CIC of an Isard-II, but it would do. The consoles used were fortunately similar enough, and Cyrus shortly had a full tactical display in front of him.

The unit consisted of 4 of the massive AT-SA Walkers, with their full complement of stormtroopers. Supporting them was a single company of ART-45 Tanks, 20 vehicles in total. They were backed by a reconnaissance element of 8 FK-AV Mk 1's. So 34 Armored units, plus 200 stormtroopers riding as passengers, and another 100 or so support crew. Along with the Force Recon detachment that was on its way groundside (consisting of 200 Force Recon troopers in 25 Hellhawks), that was a decent force to hold a bridge with.

Now all he needed was a little artillery.

4 x AT-SA Walker
20 x ART-45 Harbringer Heavy Repulsortanks.
8 x FK-AV Mk 1's
25 x Hellhawk Airspeeder
200 Imperial Stormtroopers
200 Force Recon Infantry
 

Askrut Fey'ra

Guest
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Askrut stepped off the shuttle, heart racing. Why was he here? To stop as much pain as possible. To stop as many deaths as he could. No matter who they were. Weaponless, defenceless, and dressed in civilian clothes, he stepped onto the battlefield.
 
"@[member="stardust"] stay near me. OLD MAN HURRY THE FRAGG UP!" Break shouted into the ship @[member="Rexus Drath"] was taking his time getting out of the ship.
"same plan as before?" He looked at Drath his shades shining in the light. Break was getting tired of this fighting arn running away business he was ready to kick some fething arse.
 

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