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

[Jsc]

Bridge One
vs: @Alen Na'Varro (p6)

Even wounded, Karen had a large bag of tricks up her sleeve. There was the Ultrachrome disc, the Blade Lengthing trick, the Blade Extinguishing trick, the Quad-blade Spinning trick, even the double Javelin Throw trick. Karen had years of tricks up her sleeves with which to defeat an opponent. But this 'Mr Na'varro' was not a man for tricks. He wanted to test his might against the strongest opponent he could. He wanted to sweat, he wanted to bleed, and he wanted to win.

And that was just what Karen was going to give him.

She threw down her ballistic shield from it's mount on her shoulder. She disengaged her second blade and held her sword at default. She even tore off her elven mask that protected her from toxic environments. Karen gave this man the face of her full power and the onslaught of her untiring faith. Her soul was a raging fire that burned with an endless peace. She was more than just a woman. To Alen Na'varro, she was prepared to become his everything.

"Come Warrior. Claim my soul. Let us not keep the Gods waiting for us."

With eyes like white flame, she lifted up her sword high into the heavens and looked down upon the man before her. This would be it. This would be the end.

...

Just then a red bolt of energy zipped past her head like running lightning. A Fringe Sniper had taken aim. Not just that, but the battle for Bridge One had climaxed beyond her knowing. The Republic had lost the bridge, her robots were destroyed, and the enemy advance had finally taken notice of the lone Jedi Master who remained all alone. She was the only soldier in her small radius that was still alive. Her eyes scoffed at the insults of today,

"Next time Warrior Na'varro. I shall invite you to the gates of Heaven and herald your name before the Ushers of Fate. But this is not that day."

She deflected the next shot and summoned with a wave of her right hand, a barrier wave of Force Light. The pure untempered radiance of the Spirits and Intelligences of Ashla. A pale light from which the Light-side ebbed and flowed. A searing flame from which even the Sith Emperor himself would have felt his fear rekindled in the judgment of his soul. It became a barrier between Karen Roberts and Alen Na'varro. Not a guarantee, but more than a marvel.

And when that barrier faded with the twinkling of a visible light, Karen Roberts was already leaping from the bridge. Falling effortlessly down into the white spaces below.

~ Next time Warrior Na'varro. ...Let us not keep the Gods waiting. ~

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Bridge Zeta
@[member="Daella Apparine"]
Diana looked to her bladesister, somewhat surprised by the womans willingness to just go. Not oe to press her good fortune however Diana simply nodded. She didn't care to stay here any longer, she was well aware of the eyes of @[member="Vilox Pazela"] on her and she could feel @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] and @[member="Ashin Varanin"] stills taring after her, she didn't like the feeling it gave her.

As the two women once again began to move in a pairing Diana's skin finally lost its glow. Her hair and eyes returned to normal, and that special glimmer that had been around her seemed to face away completely.

Diana lead Daella away quickly, running to the edge of the bridge and then jumping down into the rafters once again. From there she bounded down the metal spokes, hopping lower and lower until both of the women were completely swallowed by the mists of O'reen, seemingly disappearing completely.

 

[Eldoc Quasat]

@[member="Basaba Willamina"]
Eldoc stopped and planted his feet, waiting for the tackle, his saber was facing her, if she was going to tackle him, she was going to impale herself on his saber blade. And he prepared to feel her body collide into his, He glared at her, withstanding the pain from the previous gunshot, his armor ancient yet sturdy. He was not just any man, he was Eldoc Quasat. He had served Sith Emperor’s and Rogue Jedi. He had come to serve only those worth serving. He was here to make sure that the fringe stayed the Empress’s and he wasn’t about to let some wretch think she could take it from anyone. He put his pain and anger into the force and began to run towards her, he wasn’t going to wait for her to hit him, he was going to impale her, running towards her as she hurtled towards him, it was going to be a nasty head on collision.

 

[Serah Oricion]

@[member="Break"]

Yusan just watched the man, his eyes unmoving and breath slow, his expression remained calm and unfaltering in the face of this man. He was willing to face him on open combat, in melee combat. No doubt this man was confident of his skills and that, combined with his already apparent ability to move freely in that armor had been made fairly confident. "Look, i have a simple question for you, are you a Sith or affiliated with the maggots? If not then i have absolutely no reason to continue this with you, i had moved in as you were out numbering the one Jedi, further than that i was glad to stay far back from the fighting." He kept his blade ignited and at the ready, waiting for the mans response while he build up control of the force round his arms and feet, ready to use it to enhance his speed and strikes should the need come and their duel come to fruition. "I can assure you, that this invasion was and is not something i do not agree with. The Republic went to war with the Sith to end their tyranny and now we fight the Fringe, a group that are far from the Sith, something that disgusts me that the order to strike was given. But i promised to defend those in need as the Jedi was in such need, now i ask you again. Sith or not."

 

[Soeht]

Eventually, Daella and @[member="Diana Moridena"] managed to reach a starship leaving the planet. The Republic began a tactical retreat from the world.
Onboard the ship, Daella stood next to Diana. She waited until they were alone - and even then she spend several minutes in silence. Her breaths were heavy with fatigue from the battle.
Finally, Daella broke the silence when she asked Diana, “Why?”

 

[Allyson Locke]

The spear disappeared before it made it to the Jedi, Spencer knew only a few things would be able to do such a thing. Standing straight up, she watched as the blue glow drew closer – she had been hit by one before and she welcomed it knowing Force Light and its effect on the Darkside. The light touched her skin and she felt the familiar burning sensation, this time and unlike her padawanship – the burning continued. Every inch of her body felt the burn, she had fallen from her decision to attack the Fringe neighbors – she disregarded every thought that went against it. It was one of her only mistakes. She had learned mercy, ways to avoid killing someone, and compassion. Lessons that she learned from Ashin. The force light brought her to her knees and she could feel the punishment start to dissipate.

The light faded and the woman fell onto her hands and needs gasping for air. It took her a moment, but she finally looked up. Figures before her blurred and finally her eyes settled on Ashin, remembering the Force Light everything came to focus again. Finding the strength through Crucitorn, Spencer stood up and ran towards Ashin. Spencer forgot the two Jedi, she forgot the war around them, and her entire focus rest on Ashin. Falling to the woman’s side she brushed back her dark hair and her hands held the former Empress’ face. Spencer’s one weakness and her one strength rested in her hands and she smiled seeing the woman seemed alright.

It began to rain harder and Spencer never gave another look at the Jedi who were running. She shut them from her mind and she felt her hand glow with the Force. The heal was stronger now that she had found that center again, she ran the hand against Ashin’s face hoping to heal anything that had harmed her during her fight with Diana. Stopping, Spencer pulled the woman into a hug and she held her there for a moment. The fragility of life seemed to be something they experienced in every moment that they lived, one way or another they had faced a time where they could lose each other and that drove Spencer to become stronger, but also made her weaker. The hug tightened while it rained and the battle around them started to die down. The Republic was retreating, they were leaving a world that they had no business to be on. There was nothing here but death for them and they possibly realized it too late.

Doing her best to stand, she dragged Ashin with her, Spencer using the Force stabilized herself as she wrapped her arms around Ashin’s waist and force Ashin’s arm over her shoulders. Reaching into her tunic, she pulled a small comm and radioed a small secluded hanger.

“Ready the Peregrine, the Admiral and I are coming.”

“Roger that Yun Harla.”

Coming off the bridge and into a small pathway Spencer and Ashin headed towards the hanger where their ship was waiting for them. Getting help by the crew the two climbed in and Ashin was put back into the sleeping quarters. Spencer remained at the bedside until everyone had left them and prepared for the small ship to launch. Light finger tips traced the merciful Empress’ forehead and then trailed down to her chin. Spencer knelt down and just watched the woman for a minute. A smile crossed her face as she knew that the time had come for something that was long overdue. Her hand cupped Ashin’s face as she spoke softly despite the fact that they were alone.

“The Republic is leaving, we’ve defended our front door from them. The Fringe is in good hands, you’ve done well to build us our own world out here. It’s time for you to rest, to finally sleep. Run away with me, for just a little while…”

Not allowing Ashin to answer, mostly to avoid her protest if there was one. Spencer leaned forward and pressed her lips tightly against Ashin’s. The long moment passed as she fought the urge to crawl in and rest herself, she needed to get them out of here and to a place no one could find them. After urging the older woman to sleep, Spencer moved towards the small bridge and sat down at the controls. The Cloaking on the Peregrine activated and the engines roared to life. After the signal that she was clear, the small ship took off quickly into orbit, she left a small message to @[member="Sargon Vynea"] and to @[member="Jared Ovmar"].

​

Time has come, we must sleep for just a little while – Return soon.​

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Maybe the Force be with you always​

Once they hit orbit, the Peregrine jumped into hyperspace removing Ashin and Spencer from O’reen.

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Break]

Break moved from his stance slowly. Removing his helmet, his long hair fell into place revealing a young man. Eyes glowing green and face still looking very young, about 18 years old.
"I am Break, I am neither Sith or Vong. Merely a man here to avenge his home and friend. The Jedi order has gone mad with warlust... and I find it sickening." Break looked up and down.@[member="Yusan Fenn"]. Put back on his helmet and simply said "we have no quarrel..." sheathing his blade he turned his back to the man and walked away.

"You will learn there are no heroes left in the galaxy..." Break muttered as he headed off onto the battle.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

@[member="Daella Apparine"]
“I couldn't fight her.” Diana said as she looked at her feet solemnly, clearly quite mixed up in her head. “Its one thing to fight Sith, one thing to fight criminals or people who try to kill me.”

The Woman paused for another second, trying to think of the right words. Of course there had been Sith there on that world, but there had been good mixed in with those Sith. Quite honestly Diana did not know how to react to such a mixture, and her head seemed to be about to explode.

“It feels as though were the invaders here, and not with good cause.” She trailed off slightly, as if she didn't believe her own words.

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Diana Moridena"] | @[member="Daella Apparine"] | @[member="Ashin Varanin"] | @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] |

Smoking littered the landscape of the bridge, with scorch marks left on the duracrete walls and floors. The rain had created a landslide effect on the fallen debris, turning the ground beneath Vilox Pazela's boots into a dark, muddy texture. It tended to blend in with the pools of blood that had gathered from the fallen bodies of dead Fringe defenders and Republic invaders. He lifted his gaze from the floor slowly, to look up upon the sky. Night was steadily approaching, descending O'reen back into darkness. The sounds of engines slowly receding away from the sky filled the air, as the various Star Destroyer and other types of war vessels returned back to their space. The Battle of O'reen was over and with it, new developments.

His yellow eyes had followed the retreat of Daella Apparine and Diana Moridena. They had averted to Ashin Varanin and Spencer Jacobs, observing their embrace. As they moved from the area, he sensed their change. The battle, no- Diana Moridena- had changed them. The darkness that had lured him away from the Lordship that he had over the Sith Empire, the very essence that had led him to revealing his scheme in order to recruit both Dark Masters into the following was gone. He had seen the redemption of two Jedi.

He began to walk along the bridge, his eyes looking at the various fallen bodies, the majority of which were soldiers, judging by their uniform. Others had the rare sight of a fallen Jedi, in their traditional Jedi robes. Others, he did not recognize. He came to a stop in the middle of the bridge, the rain still battering him. He lifted his arms and allowed the Force to flow through them, touching into the energies that he summoned around him to lift the pieces of shrapnel, debris and fallen bodies. The rain around him seemed to stop as the force flowed through him. Rage coursed through his veins. Had Ashin forgotten their agreements? Or had she pulled the veil over all of their eyes, a grand deception, the best facade he had ever gazed upon? For the first time in his life, he did not know the answers to his questions. It angered him.

His hand clenched and the bodies closest to him imploded upon themselves. Blood joined the rain as the seconds that had forced the water to amass began to drop again. He lowered his hands and looked back up to the sky. He would stand there among the death for a long time, before withdrawing. Vilox Pazela was a lost man, in fringes of Unknown Space; and his scheme had seemingly fallen down around him. What would he do?

 

[Basaba Willamina]

@[member="Eldoc Quasat"]

Basaba kept running, now lighter and with beskar, one of the best for resisting and blocking sabers. The plates over most of her torso would protect from most impalement for the time while her claws and blade were made for slicing into the enemy. This head on collision would be something nasty but she prepared for the smack of armor and flesh. Her head was ready to smack the fringers face and try to break that nose as she was five feet and went for making this into something to break unarmored bones.

 

[Rasu Gan]

Not far now, she thought, sensing the nearing presence of both Saki and her opponent. Already news was crackling through her communicator, informing Republic forces of their defeat, telling everyone to withdraw. However Rasu knew it wouldn't be that easy, the Fringe forces weren't going to just let their enemies escape. So the Shi'ido put a burst of speed into her step, making sure that Jedi Master Leori was still keeping pace with her. They needed to grab Saki and get off-world, avoiding the imminent attacks of her opponent.

Drawing closer, Rasu began to glimpse the outline of the Jedi Knight, yellow blade ignited, sending the Shi'ido a clear signal for her to home in on. Catching sight of her opponent as well, Rasu attempted to provide the trio with a chance to escape, sending a powerful surge of Force energy towards the man, hoping to put him out of commission long enough for the three Jedi to act upon. With the Force push enacted, she finally stopped beside Saki, speaking to her through ragged breathing.

"We've got to go now Saki... we've lost, it's ... time to go." Waiting for the Jedi Master to catch up, she kept her eyes on the Sith only a few meters away from them. They would have to act now if they were to have any chance, but she had to make sure the other Jedi Knight was ready also. "Saki, let's go!"


@[member="Saki"] @[member="Andreas Wintergreen"] @[member="Leori Sheltrak"]

 

[Eldoc Quasat]

@[member="Basaba Willamina"]
Eldoc was indeed armored, contrary to popular belief, Armor from his days as an Imperial Knight. It was strong and light, and perfect for him. It was bad armor hit armor, flesh hit flesh and both hit each other. He felt her knife and claws slice in to him as they collided, It was bad, the world was frozen in time seemingly as their collision happened, his lightsaber originally had been aimed to impale but who knows what it actually did at the horrific moment. Each was trying to inflict the most damage to the other, like feral animals fighting for their very survival. Eldoc used the pain to drive him, he would not succumb, using the pain to force his body forward. He was the Lord of Pain, he used every nick, cut, bruise and worse to drive the force into his body pushing back stronger, and with more anger. Eldoc cursed out loud as it became more of a wrestling match and who knew where their weapons were anymore.

 

[Basaba Willamina]

@[member="Eldoc Quasat"]

Just because it was beskar didn't mean it didn't hurt, kind of like the old metal speeders compared to the plasteel ones. You might be able to survive more hits but you still felt it and as the saber impacted her gut it was like a solid punch going through her stomach. The plating sizzling but able to push the blade away into it found a gap that it went into going into her waist and the meat there. With a scream that came out as a series of clicking sounds Basaba kept pushing until the impact that sent more pain rippling through her body and she loved it. Thrived off it when the blade sank it. Her beskad and the saber somewhere but that wasn't important. The knife if it was in she pressed the CO2 ejection system to surprise and hurt more. A bubble of air would form causing inflation where it was and popping like a balloon that portion of the skin. If it was in, otherwise it might just be a burst of freezing cold air. Her free hand clenched and reached for Eldoc's wrist to try and grip it with a crushgaunt to shatter the bones while her head went forward to meet his face if possible. Everything was a weapon this close and she intended to use it.

 

[Ordo]

Ordo activated his buy'ce comlink. He was too late to help his Jetiise friend and he'd lost a wardroid to boot. It was not his best day. If he had not have had personnal reasons to show up. He probably would have sat rhis one out but The Manda decided to beat him against the anvil one more time.

"Aliit Ordo? This is Buir." He said shaking his head. "Ready for evac. Rendevouz with republic Medical frigates in 3 hours. I gotta get cleaned up."

Ordo picked up a piece of durasteel and activated his flamethrower to heat the metal. He waited until it turned white and he could smell it reach its burning point. Then he stuck the hot durasteel into his wound to cauterize the wound and stop the bleeding.

Did he scream? His head was spinning so hard he didn't know for sure himself. He sat there for a while before the familiar sounds of Mandalorian gunships broke the atmosphere. He pushed himself up to his feet as the vode from his clan ran to pack the big man into a seat and get him to the republic fleet. He would handle the stitching himself but he wanted to check on Rianna first...

End

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

Leori was indeed keeping pace, only three seconds behind Rasu. She was a runner. Every day she ran. And, it was paying off at the present moment. There would be more running, in retreat.

She reached Rasu and nodded to her, and the other Jedi that she'd not been introduced to. But this was not the time or place for introductions, or chats.

"We cannot win. We need to retreat." The Jedi Master added. While they were stationary for the moment, she assessed the other Jedi's condition. Nothing was obvious to her eyes, so she would have to examine them more carefully when they reached transports off the planet.

@Saki @[member="Rasu Gan"]

 

[Eldoc Quasat]

@[member="Basaba Willamina"]
Eldoc screamed in pain as he felt blood spray from a chink in his armor, he then felt something bang his glove, which narrowly saved his hand from being broken, now he just had metal bent against it, which was better one could suppose. He used his concentration, to start to choke her with the force, His pain and anger fueling his connection with the Dark side. It was mainly to get the insane foe off of him, he didn’t like doing this, infact he did it out of desperation, she was a better warrior in this sort of fight, his pain and injuries showed that. This was probably the toughest fight he could of asked for, a damn mandolorian. He put all his pain into the choke, hoping to get her to let go of him. He needed to get out of her because he had stopped the blood from flowing out of his wound but well he couldn’t keep it up forever. He glared at her, cutting off her air flow. Eldoc needed to end this, or at least get away. Then he could work with this a bit more.

 

[Bloodknight]

@[member="Rasu Gan"]
@[member="Leori Sheltrak"]

Closer and closer, the two force signatures came until soon, Andreas could see them in his 360 degree visioned HUD. The unfriendlies seemed to be heading right toward him with intentions on backing up their fellow comrade in defeating him. There was also the possibility that they were there to help their friend flee, but that was of no changed consequence. Andreas wouldn't have any of that. Without taking his eyes off of @[member=Saki], the merc swiftly retrieved an XR-01 grenade from his webgear with one hand and tossed it at the two jedi approaching. With his remarkable strength and speed, the grenade should have both of them contained within it's lethal blast radius mere seconds before the knight sends her force push his way, and when she does, the device will end her and her little friend. For this is not just any grenade, but a grenade specifically meant to deal with force users and as such will detonate upon coming in contact with a force push something of similar pressure output. Even in the unlikely event she decides against using the force push for any reason, the bomb will still detonate upon touching the ground with such speed and force of the likes it was thrown.

 

[Basaba Willamina]

@[member="Eldoc Quasat"]

Basaba felt a tinge of satisfaction at the pop and the pain he was feeling enough so that she was ignoring her own until her throat was tightening. Her breathe coming in slower before not while she clutched at her throat. Letting the grip the man was using subdue her for a moment until she did the one thing a person does for desperate moments. She kicked with her armor and her boot using all the strength she had towards his groin to get him to stop choking her to try and break him as best she could.

 

[Eldoc Quasat]

@[member="Basaba Willamina"]
He used her kick and her losing grip send him flying, letting go of his concentration on her choke as he gasped in pain. The damn woman had hit his groin. He spotted his lightsaber as he got up and he called it to him as he took a moment to look over his injuries, and then he grabbed her discarded weapons to, He sent them flying towards whatever unlucky republic troop that was unfortunate enough to be close enough. He glared at her, Trying to keep his body from bleeding from his numerous wounds. “ Damn you” He said as he ran towards her, lightsaber ready to strike and then reverse it to strike again. He wanted this over and well the damn woman needed to die.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine flung himself from the walker just as it exploded, the explosion and flames surrounding him as he lunged. Luckily he was able to erect a barrier around himself to protect him from the flames, but some of his robes did catch fire before he could completely surround himself. As he landed into a roll, and then a crouch, Kaine quickly put out the small flames licking at his heels before rising up to look at the battlefield around him. It looked like the Fringe had the Republic on the ropes, and the Republic was on the verge of total retreat. Kaine didn't care whether they stayed or fled, they had sealed their fate this day. It was the first step in a long road to Republic annihilation, and the Master would be pleased. He looked back at the burning wreckage of the walker, and opened his comlink to Arcis, "Walker's trashed, you see our little Jedi friend anywhere?"

@[member="Darth Arcis"] @Darc Xavior Talus