Battlegrounds | CIS Dominion of Ord Padron

[Tathra Khaeus]

ORD PADRON - Hangar 3
​Objective: Obliterate.
Allies: CIS folks and AE boyos


The Matador had given his order, however he would not wait. Not for the Confederacy, nor his own. He fought best alone regardless. The massive hulking slab of armour sprinted forward, engaging a total of three as he gripped the length of Oribuir's blade with his right hand, half-swording the blade for more direction strikes. The first to his left, slashing the plasma of the blade into his stomach; using is weight as an anchor to thrust the pommel into the face of the nearest by with great enough force to crush his skull. The third he simply thrust the blade forward into as he attempted to retreat but a few steps.

​With one foot forward, the hulking giant used the momentum of his own movement to dash forward with a pirouette, cutting down several Crucible foot-soldiers with a single swing of his blade. Turning as blaster fire from a heavy repeater impacted on his side, causing him to stagger. The Matador turned the blade, allowing the Beskar blade of Oribuir to soak up the fire from multiple heavy repeaters. The first of which was picked off by stray fire from one the Confederacy grounding crews.

​The second he directed his fire into, slowing moving the blade to catch the blaster bolts with the ignited orange plasma that jolted upward from the massive crystal in the pommel of the weapon. The bolt caught him in the arm, knocking him down. The third he dashed towards, thrusting the end of the blade into his stomach and using the force to strike the other with a telekinetic blast, turning his organs to mush.

 

[Liuna]

Location: Pantera-class Stealth Frigate Nightshade

Liuna didn’t mind being back near CIS space.

The Mirialan still remembered the last couple of times she’d been – the Starlight Festival had made a good impression on the agent. After a rather strange interaction at the festival, she’d actually ended up with something of a friend in the form of a CIS Viceroy. And so, she was actually happy to lend a hand today.

The Shadow was certainly feeling the part in her new armor, and she strolled into the hangar to look for the rest of the team. No doubt they would be headed down to the surface fairly soon. Spotting [member="Jyoti Nooran"], Liuna offered the other woman a slight lift of her chin in greeting. Her helmet was tucked securely into the crook of her arm, and her utility belt was full of the essentials. After picking up a couple of weapons, she'd be ready to roll.

“We just about good to go?” She asked as she approached, brows lofted curiously.

The Mirialan rolled her shoulders in anticipation, fighting back the urge to start pacing the length of the hangar as she waited.

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Objective: Liberate Ord Padron, Kill [member=Gath]
Post: 2
Tag: [member="Fawn Alzi"], [member="Darth Metus"], [member="Dalton Kenway"], [member="Natasha Darkstar"], [member="Darth Atrox"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member=Skorvek],[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"], [member="The Matador"], @Mandragora welcome to join Kat's ship

The presence behind her was noted as Fawn joined her on the bridge. Katrine still kept her eye on her screen, waiting, as she kept moving. Uncle Isley was running this show, she was just tagging along for now. Soon though, she told herself as the Crimson Shadow continued, arriving above the planet.

Her ship slowed down until her command, her body jumping up to gather her weapons and connect them. Her bracelet was already on her wrist, her hands hooking her lightsaber and slugthrower onto her belt. She still didn't fully know what had come of the lightsaber since she hadn't used it since Ryloth though she did know the color of the beam had change since, the color now dancing between blue and green once activated.

It was recently that her mind had become driven and focused, on point with the Mandragora rather than becoming sad about missing her family as she had done so many times. Katrine didn't think of them now either, pulling on her leather coat, adjusting its collar. "You can come with or use the escape pod," she told Fawn as she did, giving her a smile. Her boots were already on her as she did.

One quick look at the screen had her noticing the movement Uncle Isley's ship was making as she adjusted her own course just slightly, lowering the ship close enough as she needed it before she set it to autopilot and activasted the Force cylinder downward. It wasn't necessarily used for that but Katrine did like to get creative. Picking up an extra device in order to communicate with the ship's computer from the device along with her communication device, Katrine made her way towards the back. She wasn't about to miss any kind of fun.

Coming to the edge of the beam door, she looked down. The slow fall was going to be fun, she was sure of it. "Game on," she told herself before she made the jump itself, letting the force field push her downward towards the desert planet. There was fun to be had.

 

[Arlox]

Arlox had already started to make his way towards the planets atmosphere from space, he's fully packed and ready to go as he's in his TC-777 armor and his weapons, but this time around he wasn't packing that heavily. He didn't even bring his flagship to his battle, he thought it was best to minimize it for this battle as he didn't think he'd need that much firepower for this operation... and this time, he wasn't fighting the enemy in space, but on the ground! believe it or not, he hasn't whacked anything in ages with his power armor.

Arlox is currently in a Maxillipede-Shuttle which was much smaller in size compared to the three C-9979 Landing Craft's flying with Arlox's shuttle, the size of them had already caught the attention of the enemies from the compound on the surface, it seemed, with heavy AA-fire coming up towards the landing crafts, each round of the AA gun had obliterated major parts of the landing crafts, the shuttle Arlox is in received no attention however and two of the landing crafts had already been disabled from the heavy fire, with fire all over it which would eventually lead to their explosions, one landing craft had just barely survived however along with Arlox's shuttle remaining untouched.

They had escaped the fire of the AA-guns however, as the damaged landing craft and Arlox's shuttle managed to make it to the planets surface, landing a few miles off from the compound to avoid any further fire from them, soon enough Arlox's shuttle had touched down on the ground, with Arlox standing up from the seat, walking towards the shuttle doors as they slowly opened up with a small platform descending down on the ground, throughout the view of the land Arlox saw the landing craft starting to drop whatever it contained, several tanks were dropped down and a major number of droids had started to swarm through the forest near Arlox's location.

Arlox walked down the platform to greet a droid from the army that just swarmed through, with him expecting a report on the damages. "Uhh... right sir!" the B1 nervously said. "That landing craft was the only that made it, but it also received some fire and damaged some of the tanks, along with the majority of the droids that were on board, there are only several tanks and roughly 5,000 droids ready at your command, High Commander Arlox." The giant ape gave a sigh, but it soon turned to a smile. "This is my first time on the ground in a long while, it'd be boring if it wasn't a challenge."

With a swift swing, Arlox brought out his Power Hammer, Grond that was sheathed in his back armor, with a simple grip on the handle, the power hammer started to power up the hammer itself in red, crackling electricity. He then looked at the B1 Droid and said "You mind coming over for a second? I need a test subject." the B1 unknowingly obeyed, walking over to Arlox with a salute. "Roger, roger! a test subject for wha-" BAM! with a overhead swing of the power hammer, he completely obliterated the droid with the impact going to the ground as well, slightly making the ground shake. He brought it back up and looked at it carefully, smiling. "You've outdone yourself, Malok..."

Arlox waited until the rest of the forces came from the Landing Craft, to see everything he really has at his fingertips for this battle before he would attempt to do his part to take over the compound.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

It was true that he didn't have to wait long. The fighters and support craft looked to be far older designs than his fighter was, but they also moved with a surprising amount of agility and speed given their apparent age. Refurbished, it looked like and not only that, but also may have had some upgrades done. At least a bit of a challenge, never a bad thing. Given that it was a flight of a single B-Wing with V-Wings escorting it would be harder than originally thought. He had the altitude advantage as they were climbing to meet him. TIme to say hello.

Pulling vertical he kicked the rudder hard right and nosed into a steep dive, taking the time while doing so to acquire a lock on one of the V-wing escorts. Lead fighter in sight the entered a power dive aiming straight for the lead. He opened up with both cannons, unleashing a hellish amount of fire from the linked electromagnetic plasma repeaters. Before the pilot could even warn his flight the fighter was naught but slag. The B-Wing and left V-wing peeled off to the left while the one on the right split the other direction. A simple tactic. They meant to sandwich him, using the fighter on the right as the bait. What they didn't expect was for him to drop in behind the B-wing and fire a quick burst at the engines. While the V-wing who had gone right reversed his turn, Kurayami fired at the B-wing again in another short burst as the shots were dropping the shields, one grazed the top right of the engine housing, but did no significant damage, even with the explosive power behind it. The V-wing had finished its reversal, and was jockeying for a shot. Quickly rolling inverted, Kurayami pulled back on the stick, performing a split-s before using a low yo-yo to reverse the turn and try to regain the offensive. The V-wing very nearly matched him in the maneuver, but didn't have quite the turn radius to stay behind him. A few shots ricocheted off of Kurayami's shields. Snapshots rarely hit,, but when they did it could be bad news without a doubt. Thankfully the shields were able to withstand the few hits that managed to land. Already Kurayami was starting to dive. The enemy pilot managed to pick up on this well enough and began to follow, coming in from a slight angle. A horizontal scissors was Kurayami's best option right now. The enemy pilot seemed to revel in the challenge and would take the snapshots presented to him. Kurayami waited patiently, it was not long before he would be able to get a shot.

The lock on warning sounded, the tone staring soft and growing in intensity as the distance closed. Kurayami shook his head as he flipped the switch for his jamming and IFF scrambler. It wasn't long lived, just enough to scramble the pursuer for a moment as he backed off the throttle as widened his turn. Taking advantage of the moment Kurayami turned into the fighter and pulled lead, firing continuously until the other fighter was a flaming wreck. Two down, but the other two were still hanging around. Hopefully, they would decide to re-engage him. Even if they didn't he was sure that others would jump into the fray soon enough.

Spoiler

[member="Skorvek"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Fawn Alzi"] [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] [member="Natasha Darkstar"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Gath"] [member="Dalton Kenway"]

 

[Darth Metus]

It was already too late.

By the time the operators noticed the sensor pings, the fighting had begun to commence. From above, the sovereignty of their skies was challenged by the entrance of enemy forces. Drop pods. Starfighters. To make matters all the more difficult, what visibility they had on the enemy quickly eroded over time. Their sensors were the first to fall prey to the jamming, followed by their communications. They had been caught with their pants down. "What is operational?" seethed the Commander - his tremendous fist slamming into the adjacent wall in a fit of sheer fury. The pair of Trandoshans frantically moved about the Command Center, attempting to discern what they had left.

"Comms are down. Sensors are down."

"Hangar three is under attack. Visual confirmation of additional forces inside the perimeter. Hangars one and two are operational and are scrambling fighters into the air now."

"Get a Battalion down to Hangar three now, put down that assault and get the fighters in the air. They'll only start coming in harder - get those AA weapons firing now. Shields up. I need Gladiator Battalion to lock down the stockpile, we cannot lose a single munition. Understand?"

"Aye sir!"

With his orders barked, the Trandoshan one of the pair had little choice but to scurry out from the Command Center. His frantic footsteps brought him to the nearest officer, who then sent the orders down the line. [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"], [member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Arlox"], [member="Mythos"] and other personnel heading from the air to the ground would soon find automated turrets lighting up the heavens. Transit moving forward would be all the more challenging. What's more, the anti-air weaponry was bolstered by anti-personnel turrets located towards the front of the facility. All in the name of stalling any forward advances.

But that was but the beginning.

[member="The Matador"] would find a renewed source of blasterfire raining down on his position as bonafide, armored personnel from Mymirdon Battalion arrived on scene. The cacophany of Trandoshans, Gamorr, and Humans unleashed hell on the enemy position, attempting to give the other Hangars a precious moment to breathe and get their fighters into the air. Whats more, the Dark Acolyte ground team would find themselves staring down the Gladiator Battalion - an equally diverse force backed up by a literal repulsortank. Fortunately, the main cannon was pointed away from the stockpile and towards the invading force.

All the while, Gath watched the monitors intently with fury burning in his expression.

Spoiler

[member="Arlox"], [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Fawn Alzi"], [member="Liuna Ondizi"], [member="The Matador"], [member="Darth Atrox"], [member="Dalton Kenway"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Natasha Darkstar"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], @Jyoto Nooran, [member="Skorvek"], [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"], [member="Mythos"]

 

[Aeron Tosh]

Location: Ord Padron

Objective: Assassinate important targets to weaken the enemy's defenses, and sabotage.

Cloaking device? Check. Blasters? Check. Knives? Check. Tracking device? Check.

Aeron was making his last few preparations in his ship while looking at a map of the defenses set up on Ord Padron. "Not that impressive. Sneaking through here was going to be a piece of cake", Aeron thought to himself.

Aeron waited until he got the message from [member="The Matador"]. Now was the time to slip into the shadows, and be the nightmare the enemy will never see.

Aeron landed his vessel and immediately activated his cloaking device upon walking off the ship. He walked through hordes of sith slinging themselves at the CIS forces, sneaking his way near the enemies undetected as he's done thousands of times before His mission was simple, but achieving it was going to take a lot of brains. Luckily Aeron has always had that.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Another strike came from Oribuir, the blade cutting through the rib-cage; ranking the blade backward and the man with it as his weight was carried like a feather; his body flung backward in a yanking motion as his wrist turned, allowing his right hand to grasp the lower half of Oribuir's hilt, as heavy fire rained down on him.

​Now they learn.

​The Crucible were attempting to turn their guns on him, almost all of them. However such co-ordination would not be possible on a battlefield among the likes of the Crucibles men. Poorly trained and foolish. Blaster fire continued to scorch and reflect from his armour, the agony of the magnetic field indeed serving his purpose. The Matador dashed, side-stepping from the blaster fire as he pulled on the infinite pool of agony, using it to fuel his rage. To fuel every strike, and every muscle with energy. Oribuir's great length did him justice, allowing him to strike his opponents from almost seven feet away, catching many on the unstoppable sweeping strikes of his blade.

​Heavier fire continued, a thermal detonator imploding at his back and a explosive round at his leg, throwing him off balance and to his knees. Oribuir collected the continued fire from his right as the Crucible soldiers attempted to surround him.

​His mind slipped away in that moment, entering a deep focus as Oribuir left the confines of his dominant hand; spinning through the air as his duel vibro-gladius' emerged from their hidden places on his wrists, his neural connection to the suit commanding them to appear. His left shot into the chest of a larger soldier, pulling him close, using his body as a meatshield as a larger group of more heavily armoured opponents arrived on scene.

​Perhaps, a challenge.

[member="Gath"] |

 

[Marek Starchaser]

Enemies: Everyone in this thread. And that thread. And your thread. Aside from the medical droid.
Allies: Medical droid. Space Advil.

Watching the man, the droid continued to scan its vitals. It was unaware of the connection to the Force, as stunted as it was. Marek had run and hid for a while, and that meant cutting himself off from the Force. He knew what he was doing still, but it was … creaky. Like opening a rusted door on some desert world where people worried a lot about fictional text based characters and a map that was always changing.

Just like his headache, it would all go away. And you’d drink again and get back to your life. He shook his head and laughed. Right, starting to feel better. “You said Invisible Hand. There a rec-deck on this bucket?” Marek was looking for another bottle. Then he was going up to the bridge. And from there? He didn’t know. Shooting someone, maybe? Shooting everyone?

Yeah, that sounded right.

The droid nodded and brought up a map, indicating the deck Marek should go to. Hopping to his feet, the rogue Starchaser grinned. He was going to start having some fun here.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

The Mymirdon Battalion had arrived on the scene, bolstering the already heavy defences deeper within the Hangar bay. The Matador retreated momentarily, allowing the CIS ground troopers to catch up as his massive form dived behind duracrete. His mind still focusing on the movement of Oribuir as it spun at increased speed, hurdling back towards him as the duracrete exploded.

His precognition, his gut instinct told him to roll; facing the enemy forces as his own momentum negated that of the explosion, Oribuir returning to his grasp as the Matador dug in, pressing forward slowly with Oribuir as he extended his open right palm, reflecting the blaster fire coming in his direction already mitigated by the fact he was no longer alone. The Crucible forces surrounded him, pressing at him from every direction. Oribuir could only handle so much pressure.

​His red eyes flickered, calling on the force as he released a telekinetic wave that knocked back all within ten feet of the massive warrior. He dashed forward, the force speeding his every strike as he sliced through the stomach of a single soldier, gliding around him; using the blinding speed to cut down several, blaster fire chasing behind him as he pushed into the Mymirdon battalion, catching the first under his arm, turning his body almost effortlessly as he snapped his neck between his wrist and upper-arm, crushing his neck like a twig as Oribuir danced through several more of them Blaster fire either colliding with Oribuir, against the magnetic field and thick layers of armour or zipping past him. A rocket raced past his head, causing him to duck and take a second to the face.

​The force of the blast knocked him backward, stumbling yet still on his feet. The rage, the pain, it'd reached a boiling point. The Matador spun around on them once more, now instead spewing fire from his mouth upon them. Some even stopped firing, caught in the horror of watching their allies; trapped within their own armour slowly begin to scratch and pull at themselves, burning alive.

​Screaming now joined the sounds of combat as both Ancient Eye and Confederacy forces begun to push from the front. The Matador weaved from side to side, smacking a foot-soldier with the blunt of his blade; knocking the human back several feet.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Allies: CIS

It wasn't long, even as the other fighters hadn't re-engaged just yet he angled down towards the surface as more blips started showing up. Shields were showing up as coming online, and AA guns were starting to pop up as well. Other fighters were going to be scrambling in a short while. Meanwhile he heard that there was an assault on Hangar 3 and that there were friendly ground forces setting up to deal with the garrison of troops. He turned and headed towards the airlfield, the concentration of anti-air fire was growing at an alarming rate. Easing over into a shallow dive he opened fire at the AA guns at the outer range of his weapons. A long pull of the trigger took out a line of the emplacements and as he got low he pulled into a shallow climb away from the airfield. Once he was out of range he pulled back around and opened fire on the airfield again, the explosive bolts from the repeating cannons sending shrapnel from the destroyed emplacements managed to strike a few more AA turrets, degrading their firepower accuracy, which as much as it brought the threat level down it also made it that much greater.

This would be the next bit of time spent strafing the airfield and weakening the defenses therein. Even taking a few runs past the operational hangars.

 

[Aya Clarke]

Allies: [member="Arlox"] [member="Darth Metus"]

General Aya Clarke hated landings. Roughly half the time she was shot down, and the other half was merely sickening for the warrior noble, who even still was only growing used to being off the ground for such lengthy times. Unfortunately for her, this was yet another case of the former, though thankfully her heavy durasteel armor saved her some of the, trauma, from the sudden landing. And by that, one would mean her body ached but was not punctured by debris. So it wasn't too surprising that, with a heavy groan, she was able to push the heavy plate of steel that had otherwise pinned her to the ground, and pushed herself to her feet.

A quick glance confirmed her suspicion, none of the droids on her transport had actually made it with her, she had only been spared by fortune and armor. And, as she noted, her guard droids loyally doing their best to keep her from harm as they had taken obvious, heavy damage that would surely have done her in. Even droids could have honor...

She shook herself a bit to get feeling in her limbs, giving her time to reflect a moment. She'd chosen to take a transport just a bit behind High Commander Arlox, thinking it relatively safe, only to find that after shooting down two others her own ship would suffer similarly. Though using the others as cover had accidentally saved them from instant incineration, it had meant the ship itself would crash shortly away from the intended landing zone, and thus left a short jog to where Commander Arlox would be, assuming the being was still alive. Speaking of whom..

She activated her comlink, and began the jog to the intended LZ. "General Aya Clarke to Confederacy forces, who else managed to make it to the surface? My shuttle has been destroyed and my force disabled." The borrowed lightsaber from Darth Metus clinked against her armor, her hand holding the sword on her left hip steady as she desperately tried to make contact.

 

[Seras Rose]

Aboard the Cathedral ship to the right of [member="Mythos"] stood Seras Rose. The one eyed woman stood silent as she observed their fleet drop out of hyperspace above the planet of Ord Padron. Mythos always was one for an entrance but in this galaxy that was not much of a surprise. Seras herself preferred a bit of subtlety, but she could not deny being at the head of the fleet as they were was... Thrilling.

The battle in this instance was over something of a 'personal call' to Mythos. The were requested in dealing with a Slaver threat that had gotten a weapon that was a bit too big for their grimy paws to keep a hold of. Nothing new, but it would perhaps have a good test of skill for the Young Woman, if she got lucky enough to have one. And if Seras had her way, she would before the day was done.

"The Eye Sees All." Seras repeated, a bit of an amused look crossing her face for a moment as her hand touched the eye patch over her left eye. It was a saying that had amused her since she had first heard it, what with her missing left eye and all. She did not have any remorse over the loss of the eye, it was what it was and surviving without it through two battles now had made the young woman stronger.

"The airspace seems rather clear... Shall i go on ahead and lead the attack?" Seras asked, looking up to her mentor Mythos. The relation between the two was simple, if convoluted in how it had begun. He was her mentor, teacher, instructor, yet she was no Sith even if he was. Nor had he made any attempts to make her one, something the young woman found rather odd under the circumstances. Putting those thoughts aside for the moment, Seras focused on the task at hand. Making battle and removing the enemy at hand, the Slavers who had chosen to lay a claim upon this planet and name it their own.

 

[Ak'lya]

The tension in the air was thicker than a knife, and part of her wondered why. She understood the nerves of entering a combat zone, they played at her stomach as they touched down, but this was something more. Almost as if they wanted to be noticed. Wanted to be better than each other. Some sort of dog race, and she was somewhere near the bottom. But that didn't matter. She had a job to do. When the others began to move, she moved with them. She needed access to the depot's systems, try and keep the Crucible focused elsewhere. Speed was of the essence here, and she didn't have time to worry about the others. Lightsabers, the Force, it didn't matter if the enemy realized what they were after.

She knew the path to the warehouse. Her legs pumped, her metallic gaze scanning for anything that could give them away. Cold eyes flipped through the spectrum, scanning, watching. The calm facade of mission work fell over her face, and she wrapped a hand around her rifle's grip. This was the part she hated. The part where nothing had gone wrong yet.

She wondered how long it would last.

[member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Darth Atrox"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Skorvex"]​

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Trandosha -> Ord Pardron
Allies: SJO [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Liuna Ondizi"]
Enemies: Slavers

Jessica was rather low-key but since the Crucible did not detect her, too busy as they were fighting the Confederacy, they knew time was of the essence. In fact, the party was just getting started, upon landing, setting up on a dune in another direction. By now they were just getting started, and the dropship decloaked some distance away from the main base, with the force taking up positions acros the dunes, with the main battle tanks at the very front of the line, and she realized that they had air support, so that there now were good reason to deploy. As an attempt to lure some of the Crucible forces out of the base - no, wait, in fact, battle was already joined by that point, so they were simply reinforcements for whoever fought at that stage. By now Jessica was covering the backs of the main CIS armies already present on Ord Pardron. With artillery being simply hull-down, and the infantry, Xi Charrian or otherwise, staying hidden behind the dunes, the remaining enemy forces began their advances towards what they believed were unprotected artillery positions.

"<The enemy is on the move>" a Xi Charrian spotter reported in.

"Steady... let them close in; they're not suspecting anything"

Spoiler: Order of battle

Infantry:

70 Xi Charrian marines
200 SJ Regulars

Artillery:

4 Bengal KV-01 main battle tanks
6 Hwacha MLRS

 

[Fawn Alzi]

Post: 2
Location: Surface of Ord Padron
Allies: CIS

"You can come with or use the escape pod," she heard [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] telling her. Of course she was going to follow, gripping her staff with anticipation and dropping herself down to the surface. It was her first time in a force cylinder and she had been hoping for a more exhilarating fall, but it got the job done and soon enough she was on the desert surface beside her fellow witch.

She twirled around the hilt of her unlit saber with one hand as she said, "Lead the way, Kat. I want to burn something."

It felt as if she was an apprentice following her master, but she knew all too well that there was no replacing her former teacher on Dathomir.

 

[Fawn Alzi]

Ugh. Ignore.

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Headed toward Western Depot for Defoliator Stockpile
In the Company Of: [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Natasha Darkstar"] | [member="Darth Atrox"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Kilia"] | [member="Akabane"] | [member="Mirvak"] | [member="Darth Malus"] | [member="The Fallen"] | [member="Katria Vekarr"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Er'in Tenel"]
Post Count: 1

Nothing had been more taxing, or more maddening, than mining Stygium for this transport on Maramere. Srina was not made to deal with equipment malfunctions, droid garrisons, or units of oddly obedient and gracious Cragmoloids. That venture hardly seemed worth it, when considering the materials she had obtained had led her to being crammed into a veritable tin can. She felt like a twice dead vacuum packed sardine. The urge to ask her Master if they were there yet was strong, but considering the present company, she held her tongue.

Instead, she focused on the objective at hand. Securing Defoliators. DEFOLIATORS. Who had ever thought of such a thing? Something so terrible, so catastrophic, that it destroyed organic matter and left nothing but machines behind. Srina did not want these weapons staying in enemy hands and could not fathom the potential for loss if handled incorrectly. The fact that it the shockwave the warheads left behind couldn’t penetrate deflector shields was of little comfort. It was wholesale slaughter, wholesale death, and while she respected he Master’s wishes, Srina would rather see the stockpile destroyed.

Srina had seen several Confederate starships in orbit around Ord Pardron before they descended, but she wasn’t entirely sure who occupied them, aside from one [member="Dalton Kenway"]. He was a good man that she had first met in the swamps of Dagobah, after the battle had come to a close. It had taken a long time to do head counts, figure out who had been cut down, and who had survived. It seemed that the enemy had taken more losses on the ground than they had overall...But it was hard to say. The swamp tended to consume anything that lay still too long. Dead or alive.

She didn’t fidget, or move, or seem bothered in any way. The white-haired apprentice sat with her back straight as a pin with gray eyes pinned forward. It was too late to turn back, or to change up the game plan. All of their allies had been gathered to remove the Defoliators from play. They were a danger to everyone, not just the Confederacy, and to that end Darth Metus had requested that she find a few reliable extra hands. [member="Sol Damerin"] was one of the few she knew of with no true allegiances, but from the way he’d come to her defense so long ago, she had faith that he was trustworthy. “Don’t make this a repeat of Kamino…”, she murmured to the time-wizened man, a small smirk lingering at the kiss of her mouth, though her voice seemed devoid of emotion.

Both Sol and Maud had been…A sight to see. There was little more she could say other than that. If he read between the lines he would realize that she only intended for him to be careful.

The intel they’d received from the ground, via [member="Daxton Bane"], and the Dark Acolytes that accompanied him seemed solid. It made their initial stealthy approach that much more necessary. She recognized others on the Confederate stealth ship, such as the pensive [member="Natasha Darkstar"] and the scowling [member="Darth Atrox"]. Srina half wondered, if the Zabrak truly smiled, if it would break his face.

When the time came Srina slid out of her restraints and exited the starship with the others. She didn’t roll, but dropped quickly, until the last moment when the Force buffeted her fall. A creature, adept in the Force, that she had never seen the likes of before, dropped close by. He’d been on the stealth ship, obviously, but he, or it was a veritable giant. He, [member="Skorvek"], summoned copies of himself.

That was an ability Srina would not mind learning.

There were other presences she recognized from afar. Friendly, and some that she had not felt in quite some time, such as [member="The Matador"]. If it were not him…She might not have taken notice. There was something about the barely contained monster, surrounded by armor and ferocity in the Force, that she was entirely unable to forget. He’d been under her employ—Once. But that was so…So long ago. He likely wouldn’t remember her from any of the rest of her brethren. After all, they did all appear eerily the same.

Silver eyes flickered toward the sky as she followed Darth Metus’ lead, the activation of his lightsaber triggering her own, the white blade a stark contrast against all the crimson. They were missing someone. She spoke into her comm, before the enemy noticed them, trying to keep tabs on the Confederate forces as best she was able. “[member="Aedan Miles"] where are you? We’re about to steal something and the Pirate King is nowhere to be seen. I may or may not be disappointed.”

Aedan would take her gentle teasing in stride. He always did. Still, she just hoped he hadn’t run into any trouble in orbit.

From their drop point, the Dark Acolytes and her Master moved, flowing ahead like a force of nature. The only way now was through. Through their enemies, through anything that might seek to stop them, and any sort of impossible odds. The only thing that halted her movements as they headed toward the Depot was a flicker of light coming closer. Srina knew that light, just as well as she knew her Master’s darkness, and realized that a certain Jedi was on his way. ‘Fashionably late does not exist, [member="Aryn Teth"]. You’re just late.’

The mental call, long distance, would not have been so easy were it not for his Force Bond. Nevertheless, her dry wit all but disappeared as the sounds of blaster fire, screams, and small explosions filled the air. So far, the way to the Depot seemed mostly clear, and Srina kept to the mission to find the Defoliators, no matter how much she wanted to turn around and fight.

She belonged in the smoke, in the blood, and dust. Playing fetch with what equated to a superweapon, in her eyes, was a job suited for something that couldn’t die from it. It all of the members of the Crucible died in this fight, if they took the forward base, this was little more than an errand.

Didn’t the Confederacy have a Droid Army for a reason?

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Allies: CIS

Now that the AA was focused on him, he had taken more than a few glancing hits from the ground fire, but now the operational fighters from the remaining hangars were airborne. Time to give the enemy a lot of confusion. Flipping the switch yet again he powered up the jamming system and IFF scrambler allowing him to evade the fire a bit more easily while placing the enemy fighters and ground defenses in a bad place. It was hard for them to maintain a lock long enough to maintain accurate fire. This meant that instead of focused fire, they were simply firing into the sky blindly. It would lead only to chaos in the aerial engagement. As he got the chance to he fired on the enemy fighters to either kill or disable them.

He saw that Med-Beq was awaiting the ground fight to begin. He would help that along, breaking away from the airfield for a moment to strafe the enemy lines before returning to attacking the fighters and air defences.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles yawned as he left hyperspace sitting on the bridge of his ship as he looked boredly down the planet below him his eyes dull as he sipped on some vodka. Standing as he heard Srini's voice over the communication channels he chuckles tiredly and gestures once to the side calmly his violet eyes gleaming now. "Prepare the troops for landing." He turns on his heel and started forward as in the space around the system the rest of his fleets burst into existence preparing for any issues that may arise due to their actions here. As the Blood Fleet moved into position around the main planet Aedan smirked savagely climbing aboard his dropship he sits down and crosses his leg over the other bridging his fingers together he looks down at the planet and whispers calmly. "Launch all dropships prepare to land troops and assault all positions I want this fight finished and then bring down the Prefab bases so that we can secure the planet."

As the dropships left his fleet and flooded down towards the planet Aedan smirked savagely his violet eyes slowly changing to crimson in color as he let the dark side of the force flood into his body filling him with power. As the ship neared the ground Aedan seemed to growl before he punched the button opening the ramp over 100 feet up as he fell out of the door letting his arms cross as he spun and plummeted finally reaching out with the force to gather it around himself reinforcing his body so that when he hit the ground there was a light rippled around him as he stood up his crimson eyes gleaming fiercely. He strode forward reaching out as he saw an enemy clenching his hand into a fist and pulling it towards himself as he dragged the poor being into his reach and drew a knife reaching up to slit its throat before dropping it onto the ground.

[member="Srina Talon"]