Battlegrounds | CIS Dominion of Ord Padron

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Objective: Liberate Ord Padron, Kill [member=Gath]
Post: 3
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"], [member="Aeron Tosh"], [member=Arlox], [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Liuna Ondizi"] @Mandragora welcome to join Kat's ship

Fawn had followed with, to which Katrine didn't complain, having made the jump first. It was a little slow, she had noted during the job, wondering if there was a way to adjust it a little bit once this was over. She wanted an epic fall, not an elevator but for now, it would have to do.

Her sapphire gaze lowered to the ground, spotting it just before her boots would hit against the ground, watching as Fawn had joined her. The beam deactivated shortly after, remaining dormant until activated again. The Spellweaver besider her drew on her hilt telling her to lead the way as she wanted to burn something. Katrine immediately smirked to that. "I agree," she said after a beat, making the first step forward, knowing full well where she was going. As she moved, her hand moved to hilt, pulling it off its holder, continuing towards the Depot they had agreed to go, taking the site of [member="Srina Talon"]'s pale hair as they drew nearer. "Srina!" She greeted with an entusiasm common to Katrine, still holding her deactivated weapon though she behan to concentrate, drawing on energy. She wanted fireworks and smoke and all the good times, for her.

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Double post.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Two concussive blasts connected with his shoulder, sending his knocking him back as he returned with his own; releasing a telekinetic blast from the palm of his hand that sent eight or more flying, the closest were immediately killed; the sheer force crushing the organs inside their bodies. His Gladius' retracted as Oribuir began to cleanse once more, gliding through the impending forces almost effortlessly as the area was now safe enough for operative use of a STA Blaster he'd lifted from one of the fallen Crucible troopers. Firing until the rifle had run dry, dropping a few troopers here and there as the Mymirdon battalion continued to hold the opposing force at bay. But, for however long that might've been, the Matador would shorten it.

​He could feel it, like the twitch in his eye when he killed a man. The feeling of both Confederacy forces and their own raining down terror upon the Crucibles own men. It made him feel sick, twisted and yet with a such a perverse pleasure that drove him further, harder against the on coming forces as he focused. Calling upon the force, the Matador gestured with his right hand; raising it as a massive duracrete slab ripped itself from the ground, levitating in front of their own. The Bellators, the Ancient Eye's elite were the first to take notion, running to the mobile cover and taking pot shots at the Mymirdon forces as they came.

​The Matador waited till they were close enough, and then raised the duracrete slightly higher. Standing up himself, breaking into a sprint.

​"Activate shields!"

​The Bellators activated their hard-light shields, giving the Matador the opportunity he needed. Calling upon his rage, his feral instinct. He felt it, in his skin, in his bones. He felt their flesh tremble, the weakness. The frailty, it fed his sickly heart as it beat faster and faster, pumping hot blood to every corner of his body as his hand became outstretched, launching the duracrete slab into the mymirdon forces; crushing many against it as it continued to the back of the hangar. Regardless of how fire came at him, pelting off against the magnetic field or causing him to stagger, he continued to force the slab further until it shattered against the back of the hangar.

​The Bellators hard-light shields energy supply was exhausted, some fell in the mymirdon forces response. However the Bellators continued to push forward, complimented by a rain of barrage missile fire from one of the Bellator heavy troopers. He did not hesitate for a moment, diving into the Mymirdon forces with Oribuir in hand, swing the blade in an arch over his heavy, down on his right in a diagonal arch, cutting three open. The fourth was a officer turning to fire his pistol, however the effort was futile as the edge of Oribuir cut his throat open, blood gushing out over the blade, steam rising from the blades plasma.

​The monstrous Matador stood a little over eight feet in his armour, almost like a giant among men; raining down hell.

 

[Arlox]

After getting the full report of what the landing craft carried, or more importantly what survived from the rough landing, there were about 4,000 B1 Battle droids, 700 B2 Battle Droids, 50 "Baron" Aerial Droids, 100 "War Droid" Sapper Droids, 150 Mark II Droidekas and 12 ABT-36's Tanks. Arlox thought about a frontal assault which is always his classic way to go, but he'd imagine the compound's gates or whatever entrance to get inside the compound would be heavily guarded, and by the time if they were to somehow pass through the heavy resistance in the gates, a good number of Arlox's troops would significantly drop. He had to think of a different way to do it.

His thoughts were suddenly halted however as his comms started to buzz, to which he activated to hear a message, which is from General Aya Clarke. He's heard of the woman, but he's never had the pleasure of meeting her. "This is High Commander Arlox, a good amount of droids from the landing craft that survived are with me, the droids are ready to go but I'm thinking of a plan to attack the compound, head over to my location, over." he then closed the link, looking at the compound from the long distance.

He looked at the droids under his command constantly, seeing what options he had, the only thing that really re-assured him were the Sapper Droids, useful buggers are good for any situation as long you keep them safe, otherwise all the other droids are just... simple in their own way. It clicked to him however when he remembered the AA, as far as Arlox knew the starfighters that should be protecting the compound are busy elsewhere, and he could use the Flying Baron droids to harass the compound from the air with their explosives while the brunt of Arlox's force would charge through the gates before they have a chance to figure out the plan.

Before he could execute this plan however, he waited for General Aya Clarke to show up, when she does show up he'd tell her about the numbers that are with them, along with his plan to invade the compound.

[member="Aya Clarke"]

 

[Darth Metus]

The Mammoth could feel it.

The rage. The power. The Dark Side raging in the distance. Confusion washed over Gath in a chilling wave - for every report he had ever read about the Confederacy eluded to a nation that was light and salt upon the stars. Their hardline stance against slavery clashed significantly with the power he bore witness to today. It was much akin to his second failure on Shimia, when a hooded Sith challenged him in their name. Why did such beings stand with such a nation? Why did the Darkness burn within them?

His fingers closed into a fist. Standing by would not do. Retreating would not do. This was not Shimia - this was the site of his redemption. Of his ascension to greater heights within the Crucible. All he had to do was face down the enemies that were knocking at the gates. ”Phalanx Battalion, to me.” boomed the Crucible’s champion. His thundering voice rallied the cacophany of races to his side - each bearing an energy shield upon their wrist and a weapon of choice within their dominant hand.

They were his chosen forces. They would crush the enemy underfoot.

***​

​

As the rage-fueled calamity assaulted the third hangar, movement occurred within the turbolift of the Second Hangar. The armored form of Gath rose into the light of day, flanked by the vicious Phalanx Battalion. Once their ascension came to a halt - heralded by the hiss of machinery - did the behemoth engage the jetpack affixed to his armor. A thunderous roar ripped through the air as the flames propelled him skyward.

As he soared into the heavens, the armaments upon his wrists came into play. Like a monstrous Mandalorian, Gath unleashed a volley of rockets down onto the target: [member="The Matador"]. These smart missiles were relentless in terms of tracking and would hunt down their prey based on sophistication within their shells. All the while, a roar tore from his lips, filling the air with his defiance:

”FOR THE CRUCIBLE!”​

And as he bellowed, the Phalanx Battalion charged.

[member="The Matador"], [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Arlox"], [member="Fawn Alzi"], [member="Dalton Kenway"], [member="Natasha Darkstar"], @Aeron Tosh, [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"], [member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member="Skorvek"], @et all

 

[Aya Clarke]

Post: 2


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

Aya radioed her confirmation before turning the link off, and finishing her jog to Arlox. Who, might she add, was quite the behemoth. With a hammer. Not that she was judging, she was simply surprised to see someone prefering melee weapons besides herself, it was refreshing. She gave a polite bow, before listening to the briefing provided by the Commander. A sound, smart plan, she nodded her head in agreement to the proposed strategy. "That will leave the sole matter of getting to the gate. I would propose using the tanks as cover for the troops to minimize losses, once we break through the gates they will have served their purpose regardless." She unsheathed her longsword, turning the weapon over in her hands slowly.


"Regardless, once inside I intend to find and take the command center. I expect we'll face quite the opposition on the way, it will be nice to fight alongside one with similar inclinations to myself for once, if I am fortunate enough to be correct in my assumptions." She offered a chuckle behind her helmeted head, before glancing off towards the compound. Metus and his acolytes better be working swiftly, she'd hate to be killed by those damndable weapons before they had the chance to take the day.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

"Hostile aircraft inbound!"

"Fire!"

With the enemy aircraft now confused as to whether to attack the artillery positions or [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"], it was time for the artillery batteries to fire concussion missiles at the enemy fighters, which were now too busy to attempt saving their respective bacons from a volley of missile fire, as the missiles were being launched. By now, however, the remaining enemy infantry were charging right into a slaughter, as the Xi Charrian-manned machineguns opened suppressive fire, supported by direct-fire artillery (a.k.a. main battle tanks), which opened fire at any vehicles the enemy may be fielding. The Crucible did take the bait, and they were going to pay the price. Hard. The Xi Charrians lobbed missiles, mortar rounds, into the heavier assets, causing their morale to lowered with every vehicle that was firepower-killed, mobility-killed or both. Jessica was getting closer to the heart of the enemy force, which was steadily dwindling in strength with each hit scored. Meanwhile, some of the infantry elements began to flank the facility and still came under fire as they made their approach.

Spoiler: Order of battle

Infantry:

65 Xi Charrian marines
190 SJ Regulars

Artillery:

4 Bengal KV-01 main battle tanks
6 Hwacha MLRS

 

[Aeron Tosh]

Location: Ord Padron, Battlefield

Objective: Assassination & Sabotage

Post count: 2

Allies: CIS & Ancient Eye

Aeron, after sneaking his way behind the enemy started taking out leaders, left and right. Aeron would decloak right behind the unsuspecting commanders and deliver one swift cut across their neck, or one quick shot to the temple of their head, and before the crowds of uncoordinated, pathetic servants could avenge their dead leader Aeron was already invisible again, seeking out his next target.

Aeron sees the fully-armored [member="Gath"] spew out a barrage of rockets. Aeron knew Gath was suppose to be intimidating, but that.... That was something he wouldn't of expected in a million years. Thank goodness he was practically miles away from the explosions.


To the enemy, Aeron was as elusive as the very shadows surrounding their feet. None have even gotten a good glimpse of his face before they were dead.

Aeron would periodically call in [member="The Matador"] and inform him of his progress on the ancient eye's comlink.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Allies: CIS

As he was peeling away from another run he saw the blips from fighters chasing him disappear one by one. Med-Beq looked to have brought some fire support after all. All he had left was to clean up a few more stragglers and push to help the ground forces mop up what was left of their garrison. He took more time once the skies were clear, taking more care when lining up each shot to maximize the damage output. if he managed to take out the last few forces around the airfield it would open up the way for dropships and prefab bases to be setup.

He continued hitting targets until there were so few left that it provided only the most basic resistance, it would help that the AA turrets were all but offline in the area.

"Yellow 13 to CIS forces, AA around the airfield has been cleared up, minimal resistance left. I'll keep the jamming system active to keep them confused. Clear to set down supplies or troops."

 

[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"]| @Kilia | @Akabane | @Mirvak | [member="Darth Malus"] | [member="The Fallen"] | [member="Katria Vekarr"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Er'in Tenel"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
Post Count: 2

The slender Echani turned when she heard a familiar cheerful voice calling her name. She wanted to smile at Katrine, but she didn’t have it in her, not with the scent of burning flesh still in the air. Darth Metus had once described a lightsaber as a weapon of superiority and elegance. Superior, perhaps, but elegant, it was not. She could feel a sudden explosion of rage in the ether, a black ripple in the Force, and it stilled her beating heart. Whomever it was, whatever it was, was powerful and full of angry.

They had cut through a swath of enemies that had emerged from the larger buildings. With the Force on their side, various allies, and more Confederate forces landing every few moments this fight was starting to seem a little one-sided. They were outnumbering enemy forces nearly two to one, and that gap was raising every moment, every time another member of the Crucible fell.

Srina was torn from speaking to Katrine momentarily when a message from her Master flowed through her. ‘Press ahead. Move forward—secure the Depot.’

“If you don’t have any other plans Darth Metus wants those Defoliators secured. Feel free to join me.”, she spoke to the sunny, blonde beauty, just in time to see [member="Aedan Miles"] drop from the sky like a super being. Srina rose a brow when he snatched up an enemy via the Force and pulled him into a waiting knife. “It sure took you long enough…”

Some might balk at the sight of so much blood being spilled unnecessarily. Srina did not. This was war. In war, people died. It was merely a consequence of being on the wrong side of history.

She gestured toward the Depot and began to run toward it, using the Force to block incoming blaster bolts, and redirect them back toward their attackers. Her lightsaber moved through the air as easily as she drew breath, and her blade sliced cleanly through the arm of a Trandoshan guard, before she drew it across his torso and cut him in half. Expecting some of the CIS to follow, the Echani kept moving, dispatching Crucible forces, as she searched for the weapons.

The sooner the CIS had them secured—The better. “I’m in the Warehouse…”, she called out to those she had arrived with, and those that had joined them. “I don’t see the Defoliators yet but I’m still looking. There are still enemies present. If you enter, be careful.”

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Blood. It was all blood, bodies in the double digits and nearing triple, trampled over and muddied by careless boots and explosions. Body parts scattered around, he thrived on it. On the fear in the eyes of the Crucible soldiers around them, how they fought with every bit of strength they could muster. Yet they failed, all the same.

​He pressed forward, leading the Bellators forward, now absolutely decimating the already present forces. The confederacy and AE soldiers converging as the hangar was almost cleared. Pushing the Crucible forces back towards the turbo-lift at the very edge of the hangar, forcing them to climb over the duracrete rubble he'd left. Now some ran, climbing over each other as the Bellators lobbed grenades into the lift; causing it to explode.

​The shrapnel greeted his feet, small parts bouncing off the magnetic field. He winced one's more, feeling the adrenaline begin to wear off for but a moment, feeling the bulbous beat of his sickly heart as it compounded and expanded repeatedly against the thick Dravalan bones of his chest.

​Suddenly, the siren like sounds of missiles raining from above came crashing down without a moments notice. The missiles rained down, some shot down mid-air by pre-emptive Bellator fire, however the majority made contact. The Matador did his best to evade, leaping to the side. However, regardless of his reflexes; the missiles followed him. Catching his legs and lower back and causing his body to spiral, landing in a heap as his eyes fixed upon a massive flying creature. The Matador had saw him, heard his amplified battle cry as what appeared to be an elite force charged towards his position.

​The Matador rose slowly, his eyes still fixed on the massive flying creature. He felt the strength, the rage. He could almost smell it, the distance made no difference, amplifying his vision with his HUD; he inspected the massively armoured creature. Not too different than his own, but he would die the same.

​The Confederacy, Ancient Eye forces and Bellators now turned their attention on the stampede of the Phalanx Battalion. All of the same species of his own, with massive shields. Even the Dravalan amongst the Ancient Eye, who all in all were by majority incredibly large; were still greatly outnumbered by the impending forces. However, the Matador could feel their weakness, deep sunk into their malleable and frail flesh.

​Cut off the head and the body will fall.

​The Matador rose with a growl, walking toward the flying creature. He extended one hand, attempting to use the force to telekinetically de-activate the massive hulking creature's jet pack. It was obvious that the creature was their leader, leading the charge on high. It was pitiful, it should've been down here with its troops. It'd die, all the same.

​"Come here you pitiful cur!"

​The Matador growled venomously as he clenched harder, ignoring the battle below as he focused singularly on [member="Gath"].

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Objective: Liberate Ord Padron, Kill [member=Gath]
Post: 3
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"], [member="Aeron Tosh"], [member=Arlox], [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Liuna Ondizi"] @Mandragora welcome to join Kat's ship

The fight was beginning but there seemed to be more of then their enemies from what Katrine could see. That was good but it wasn't quite what she wanted. Srina spoke up, inviting her to come secure the Defoliators. Katrine had almost said yes to the offer. Almost, with her lips parting as she prepared herself to answer when she heard the sound of rockets flying through the air. "What the frak?" She managed out as her eyes searched the skies, following the trail of smoke the rockets left behind them before she found the source.

It was the presence in armor, high in the sky that seemed familiar. She had seen him before, she was sure. Her eyes closed as she concentrated. "You go ahead, Srina," she told the blonde first, "Fawn, you should go with her if you want a fire. This one is mine." In the next moment, Katrine rose herself off the ground, using her telekinesis for flight, moving high above the ground. Rising up higher and getting a better look at the figure, she remembered. The breathing, the first memory rose as she continued to concentrate, palms pressing together as she continued to rise, compressing energy onto it, her palms separating as the sphere within them grew larger and stronger.

Just as she reached his height, Katrine threw her kinetite sphere at full force straight at the heaving monster, keeping herself mid-air, her bracelet at the ready in case an attack returned.

 

[Fawn Alzi]

Post: 3
[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Darth Atrox"] | [member="Daxton Bane"]

Nearly expecting to have to introduce herself to Katrine's friend, Fawn was pleasantly surprised to see that there were no introductions at that time. It was a battlefield, and she would be expected to battle.

Without lighting her saber still, Fawn followed Srina like she was told and held her staff in both hands and felt the satisfying release she had come to love as she raised her staff in the air, sending flurries of cinders across some of the Crucible forces, burning any exposed flesh and catching any clothing on fire for those caught in the way of them. Soon after, the blinding flurries had those caught in it unaware of the blast of fire Fawn had cast upon them, incinerating those unlucky enough to not see it coming.

The objective could have waited for however long it needed for all she was concerned. Her focus was solely on fire and the freedom to cast it. It had been far, far too long since she was able to freely cast her spells and she wasn't about to let that opportunity slip by.

 

[Arlox]

"Quite so." he said in reply to the general, assuming she referred to the power hammer that's currently sheathed on his back, he brought it out and as soon as he did, showed it upwards which activated a crackling red energy going around at the top of the hammer. He then used the hammer to point at the crushed B1 Battle Droid. "As a slight test, to see if it's as good as I heard it was." he then placed it onto his sheathe's back once more, which de-activated the circling red energy.

When she showed approval with the plan, he nodded and started to order the Baron droids to line up, along with a B1 Battle Droid out of the massive formation lines. "Here's the plan, the B1 Battle Droid will fly you Baron Droids with a certain distance from the compound, and just slightly high enough for you guys to jump off to glide over the compound, use your explosives and fly around the compound, harass them to keep their attention away from us. The shuttle I arrived here in is still in good condition, so use that." the Droids saluted, and in a very organised line they started to walk into the shuttle, along with the B1 Battle Droid in front to get into the pilots seat.

They took off into the air, with all the Baron Droids that could fit into the shuttle, they were on standby in the air that kept it's distance from the compound and only just high enough so the AA guns can't shoot down the shuttle, they would only get close as soon as Arlox gave them the signal to go. "We'll get all our forces to start advancing on the entrance and as soon as were close enough, I'll signal the Baron Droids to start doing their part and we should break down the gates easily with our tanks."

He then went in front of the massive formation of droids, he started to yell out his orders. "I want the tanks and B2 Battle Droids to be in front, to soak up the damage for the rest of the units, Sapper Units and B1 Units, make sure you keep your distance behind them and only fire when it's needed. I want the Droidekas to stay out of the battle until we go into the compound, place yourself in essential turret positions to keep a heavy fire on any infantry resistance." and with that, the Droids started to march towards the compound, with Arlox not too far behind, he also assumed General Aya Clarke is coming along with him.

[member="Aya Clarke"]

 

[Aya Clarke]

• Post: 2

• Allies: [member="Arlox"]

A plan was set, the wheels of war were in motion. Aya hefted her sword up, resting the flat of the blade on her shoulder as she took up a position besides Arlox. If the big man listened carefully, he would pick up the muttered whispers, muffled by the helmet around her head. "Goddess watch over me and guide my blade, that i might take victory in honorable combat or die well. Let this day bring victory for me and my own, and ruination for my enemies, and may your faithful daughter stay ever true." The soft prayer was short, swift, and soon drowned out by the metallic marching of her feet along with that of the droids. While Gath faced the Matador, and the Acolytes secured the dangerous weaponry, Arlox and herself would begin the final stages of this assault.

Each step drew them closer to the moment of violence, and along with the steady march was the sense of impending dread for the woman. These things could always go one of two ways.. though she had no time to ponder future outcomes as the signal was given, and defensive fire began to rain down on the tanks and B2's leading the assault. Aya was surprised by the event, however, as it seemed, lesser than she'd expected. Did the defending forces not have a proper garrison? Regardless, the tanks were taking the brunt of the blows, which meant soon enough they would begin to falter. Though she doubted they'd be lost entirely, it was possible that they would lose one or two.

Speaking of high powered turrets...

"Tanks, focus fire on the gates! Bring them down!" The tanks did just that, rotating as they advanced to aim directly at the fortress's gateway, and began to charge and fire their main turret repeatedly. It might take a bit, but by the time they arrived the tanks should have brought down the entryway, and provided both Arlox and herself the perfect entryway right through Gath's own front door. The shorter woman took a glance over to the massive commander, giving a short nod as though to confirm she would be right behind him.

 

[Arlox]

It seems Aya Clare started to take some of the charge towards the now hot crossfire between the CIS Droid Forces that were on the ground that were near the compound entrance between the Crucible who had men armed up on the walls, they have good position and cover based on where they were but it appeared they didn't have the manpower to fully maintain the effectiveness of the walls fortification, the tanks and B2's were mostly soaking up most of the blaster fire, and with a order from Aya Clarke, the gates had been busted open from the tanks, a very large cloud had covered the entrance to prevent visibility as a result of the tanks main cannons, but it would clear up soon.

Arlox had already given the order as soon as enemy contact was made for the Baron Droids to drop off from the shuttle in the air and glide over the compound to bomb random parts of it, in order to disrupt their focus. It seems that may be the cause as to why the enemy manpower is lacking at the fortified entrance, as they're trying to shoot down the Baron Droids gliding around. They could easily enter the entrance way but Arlox had a new order given from Arlox. "Glide over the entrance walls and bomb the enemy that are on top, we need to get our army into the compound unscathed."

And in just mere seconds, loud bombings could be heard on top of the walls, it seems the Baron Droids have succeeded in their objective... normally he should still try to take over the facility tactically, but the only hard part was getting through the entrance way, after that it's pretty much fair game. "Charge into the facility and overtake it, fire at will at any infantry resistance, Droidekas, you still have your orders, get on higher ground and maintain turret positions and help get a foothold into the compound." soon enough, a massive number of B1's and B2's had started to charge through the entrance way, opening fire at any enemy infantry that were guarding down on the entrance, the charge had started and the final stages of the operation were falling into place.

[member="Aya Clarke"]

 

[Aya Clarke]

• Post 4
• Ally Present: [member="Arlox"]

That was all the orders Aya needed. Charge. She activated her left shield gauntlet, holding the translucent protective device so as to protect her more sensitive neck and face as she began a full-speed charge into the breach. Blaster fire still rained down at her, along with the charging droids, and the woman no longer knew how far ahead or behind of Arlox she would be. But, she no longer was concerned with that until he was near her again, for now she only had to focus forward, at the enemy. Bolts would strike the ground around her, and those that connected were absorbed by the shield gauntlet, or shrugged off with a loud, pained grunt as it hit her shoulders. From their angle, they'd have a hard time hitting her anywhere else, which actually helped her defend the vital portions of her body as she made her way in.

Ahead of the droids was Aya, who's shield would dissipate and, with a loud battlecry, the woman would swing her weapon overhead, bringing the blade to bear against the first soldier in her path. The blade sunk deep enough to confirm the casualty, and with practiced grace she grabbed the blade halfway down, stepping inwards and plunging the crossguard into the next soldier before they could respond. Two down, who knew how many to go. She began her furious assault like this, blaster fire raining down from both sides but, by virtue of luck and her proximity, she found herself only taking glancing blows from anything at range. She wielded her weapon almost like a spear, or a pick, striking at unarmored portions, the crooks of the armor, why these soldiers were so terrible was beyond her.

Well, in fairness they were trying to strike her with guns while she had a proper weapon. Though one did manage to get enough space to pick up a piece of debris, a length of metal knocked free from the gate, and swung it at Aya. The heavy metal smashed into her blade, sending it flying from her grip as she found it too painful to hold onto. The soldier naturally felt triumphant, and brought the weapon up high to bring down at her. Of course, for once, Aya would be able to be thankful for [member="Darth Metus"]'s instruction, as she gripped the only remaining weapon she had. With a snap, and a hiss, the borrowed weapon came to life, and the enemy combatant soon found himself standing with one less arm, and a glowing blade of green stuck through his chest.

Aya huffed as she pushed him off the weightless weapon, and turned it in her hand. Never felt quite right... A few soldiers backed off though a brave two rushed her with what melee weapons they had. The Knight would react on instinct, cutting their unpracticed hands, and with the powerful weapon, relieving them of their grip permanently. They would be cut down by blaster fire from approaching B1's, rather than her, but the damage was done enough. A number of soldiers turned and fled, leaving Aya with the time to turn the lightsaber back off, and retrieve her steel sword once more. "Serves you right for attacking an unarmed opponent, wretched, dishonorable curs. Commander Arlox, it appears the enemy is retreating inwards into the facility. I would guess the base will be ours before sunfall, perhaps in time for supper if we are fortunate."

Of course, Aya was unaware if the Commander had watched, or was still behind the troops.

 

[Sol Damerin]

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"] | @Er'in Tenel | [member="Srina Talon"] | Just everyone apparently.

Post Count: 1

It had been a long time since Sol had ridden with the CIS. For a while, he'd been called up regularly, mostly due to his friendship with Muad Dib. However, since the mad pyromancer had decided to vanish Sol had been keeping mostly to his own devices. Srina's assessment of him was right and wrong, he didn't have any true loyalties when it came to governments or company. He was, however, quite loyal to people.

There were not many in this life who he considered true friends, but there were people he liked. Srina was on the short list of people he liked. She'd been a good kid in a crappy situation and he had been happy to help her out. Sure, she was an apprenticed to a Sith but as far as Sith went Metus seemed alright.

So when the call came asking him to come help out he'd come. Now he was standing on a ship arms folded and being told not to repeat his performance on Kamino. He gets that she is telling him to be careful but she needn't have worried, without Muad around to push him he'd be more professional. His best friend had a habit of bringing out the worst in him, then again Muad was also his worst enemy. He gives Srina the smallest upward quirk of the lips in response as they approach the LZ.

The waves of Darkside energy emanating from the battlefield are palpable though Sol isn't overly bothered. There was always Darkside energy in war and just because there was a great big ball of it he wasn't going to get his knickers in a twist. Neither does the sudden appearance of blood and pirates bother him overmuch. Though that was mostly due to him being exceptionally good at maintaining a poker face.

Once the doors are clear he heads out. He'd listened to the explanation and was pretty sure blowing up these defoliators was a good call. He always found the idea of planet killers to be pretty stupid. Sure, you could blow up a planet but odds are you only get the one because then everyone in the galaxy is after you. Having the biggest gun didn't mean people would back down it just meant you got attacked on all sides. Speaking of...

Twin blades erupt, red and white plasma hissing into light as he rushes toward the depot. Any strays sent towards him would be deflected, the master of Soresu spinning his blades in flowing arcs to deflect and redirect attacks. The Force begins to gather about him, forming a wake as the Darkside swirls in odd eddies, the light forming a protective cocoon about his body. Within all things balance the light and the dark had to exist and could exist within at the same time. Just as a war was a terrible thing but it could prevent a greater tragedy.

 

[Arlox]

Arlox of course had his fun with the charge, as soon as he entered he activated his arms portable shields, along with activating his combat shielding which were starting to use the energy of the power cells wrapped around his belt, soon enough a good majority of Arlox's body had been covered up in shields that can easily take on blaster fire, and if that wasn't enough, his armor is made of phrik, boasting a very overall defense against many things, including blaster fire. He wouldn't be struck down by a blaster bolt that easily. He didn't resort to his AP-41 but rather, his Power Hammer Grond which he powered up as he went through the entrance way with the charging B1 and B2 units.

He started to walk slowly, all his red shields along with his powered up hammer with crackling, red electricity running through the mace along with his towering height made a scary sight for the enemy infantry, his slow walking got annoying however as enemies were slowly walking back as their firing their clips at Arlox, but with one powerful swing of his powered up hammer, he hit the ground towards the direction of the group of enemies in-front of him, shaking the ground which slightly put them off balance, he got to the first soldier and with one swing, had simply hit the soldier who went flying against the wall in heavy impact.

He did the same for any enemy infantry he came across, as soon as he was close, with one simple swing of his hammer, they would be launched away like a ragdoll, but it eventually stopped as the majority of the enemy had been wiped out by the B1's and B2's, Arlox took it too slow, it seemed. "Damn... I haven't had my fill yet." he said, however a nearby enemy that he thought was dead had suddenly got up from the ground, Arlox had his shields powered down as he wasn't aware of the incoming enemy, but instead tried to bash Arlox's back with his gun, which didn't even dent his armor, Arlox simply turned around and grabbed the man by the throat, forcing him to drop his rifle.

However, as he was effortlessly grabbing the man by the throat as he carried him up into the air, his feet not touching the ground anymore, he focused on the path of corpses left seemingly by Aya Clarke, which piqued his interest, after hearing what she said, he decided to be coy about it. "For supper? is that a subtle invitation, general-" he was interrupted by a sudden punch to his helmets face, by the man he's holding. "Oh right, I forgot about you for a second, thanks for reminding me." he then raised the man into the air by using his arms, and then forcing his back onto Arlox's knee, doing a backbreaker on the man which resulted in him screaming in pain. "They have a lack of manpower here, I guess they're fighting on too many fronts to really keep a good number of guards in here, we'll take advantage of it regardless. The droids will finish off any resistance and we'll easily take over the compound, we can consider this one a win."

[member="Aya Clarke"]

 

[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="Katria Vekarr"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
Post Count: 2

The pale-skinned Echani was beginning to get frustrated. She had been wandering through metal aisles for what felt like forever. Eventually, the young woman ended up deactivating her lightsaber, since the white blade made her a target in the dark. The silver eyed apprentice couldn’t believe the amount of weaponry and components the Crucible had stocked in such a remote place.

It horrified her, that this tech was just sitting around, waiting. It was sitting so close to their shared border with the Galactic Empire. It left her feeling a little numb. Unsteady.

Srina felt a disturbance of air at her back but she moved swiftly, dodging to the left, before she snatched the arm of the yellow-skinned creature and used his momentum to heave the much larger opponent over her shoulder. The guard reached for a blaster and she knocked it further away with a hasty application of the Force. She raised her foot to kick her enemy in the head, only to find her legs swept out from beneath her, and she rolled away to avoid a shot to her ribs.

Echani eyes picked at the Transdoshan’s movements for about the span of a breath. From a decent distance, she launched herself at the reptilian, a surprisingly heavy fist slamming into the scaled creatures face. She his once, twice, before landing an open palmed blow to the Crucible guards chest. The hit was amplified with the Force and she could hear the pressure force his ribs to crack under the sudden strain. The Transdoshan flew through the warehouse wall and landed squarely infront of someone. Srina momentarily tensed, but soon enough, realized that the reptile had landed before the feet of [member="Sol Damerin"]. “Nice to see you in one piece…Are there anymore coming?”

Her eyes were drawn back inside the building, and there, in the light that poured in from the new door she’d made, lay the appropriate sized crates. After all of her searching…They were here? Srina dodged back inside, moving at a brisk pace, and tentatively checked the codes marking the storage containers.

According to the intel from [member="Daxton Bane"]…These were it. These were the Defoliators. Srina wanted to say she trusted it but she couldn’t. Not completely. She broke into one, by passing the keypad with the codes they had collected, and checked. Just to be sure.

Yes. These were it.

“The Dark Acolytes have found the stockpile. There’s only self and Sol Damerin present but if it’s safe to send in a droid team and a ship we can get them all loaded. There’s a lot of them. It will take time.”

Once they were given the all clear Srina sent a call for an armored cargo transport to come down so a garrison of droids could come get the defoliators. The loading process was tedious, and there were a few more casualties, but overall, it went fairly smoothly. “Our objective is complete. We have the defoliators. Watch your flanks and exterminate the remaining members of the Crucible.”

“Leave none alive. Their weapons are ours and so is the base.”


***

From there the Confederacy and their allies continued to assault the Crucible until there was nothing left. They cleared enemy forces and began to set up their own defenses in the remains of the fortress. The recovered Defoliators were taken directly to Golbah City for safe keeping until the allied factions could collectively decide what should become them. It was a relief to know that such devastating weaponry could not be used against them, their homes, or their citizens. The fact that the Crucible had hidden so long in the backyard of the Confederacy unnoticed was a different issue entirely, but at this point, could wait until another day for investigation. The Vicelord had serious designs on building a solid out-post to keep a closer eye on the area just in case there are any more surprises lurking in the shadows.

Overall the mission was a success. Some Confederates and their allies were wounded, but no one was killed, and any mercenaries involved were well paid for their services.