Behind Enemy Lines (GR Dominion of Roche)

[Rafeesh]

Location: Approaching dock of the space station
Objective: Assault the space station
Allies: Galactic Republic [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Enemies: Pirates
Post 1/20

Rafeesh heard something going on outside. Beyond the flames he could hear something. Something familiar. Something that made his skin crawl and him to cringe from the Force. The sound of Force created electricity. He had experienced that from both ends, the originator and the receiving end. More often the latter. He stopped what he was doing, the bent floor beginning to reverse it movement, having been slowly bent outward it began sagging inwards. The room was getting hotter and Rafeesh wondered for a moment if the leak in the tank had saved him from an explosive death.

He shook himself as the sound outside ceased. He still heard blaster fire and similar sounds of war. He could handle those. He had lived in that for the longest of time. He was no stranger to the screams of the wounded and dying. Some begging to be mended so that they could return to loved ones then others wanting their body to be saved and then those few who asked to be left to allow them to die. He was seen Sith executions, while as Jedi and as a Sith. He knew how both sides felt about it. He knew how both sides had felt about the war they had found themselves in.

He began pushing on the floor again, this time trying to cover his hands as the metal grew ever hotter and harder to touch. He was certain that he would have burns on his hands. It seemed forever before he felt something. At first he thought that the ship were shaking as if to detonate. It moved to one side and Rafeesh had weight put on his bad arm, as the ship rolled back into place the pressure increased enough where he yelled out in pain before he was able to move some more. Then the ship moved again, this time further until the hatch above him opened. He fell out and hit the floor, surprised at what was happening.

Before he could even think he felt something pull him along the floor, across a number of shards of transparisteel. It was hardly pretty. He felt some tear through the cloth of his Jedi robes and leave scratches along his back. However he focused on the feeling he had from the force that pulled him. It was too sturdy to be a person. It had to be the Force. When at last he stopped moving he pushed himself up so that he was sitting rather than lying on the floor, with his right hand. He tried to yell to [member="Mantic Dorn"] that he was alright, but the fumes from the burning cockpit had left his throat dry and sore, he found his eyes were stinging as well. He wondered if he could go blind from that. His voice came out raspy as he tried to wave his master to continue, "I'm fine. *Cough* Go on, I'll catch up. *Cough* *Cough*" He continued coughing, trying to clear his throat the scratchy feeling.

He was more concerned with the training blade still in the compartment of the ship. He could fight, he had fought when injured worse than this. He could do so now. He didn't want to be dead weight. That would weaken the team as a whole and he could not allow that to happen. He would fight. Even if he had to use his horns and the Force.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location: Space station, hangar 13
Objective: Assault the space station
Allies: Galactic Republic [member="Aston Jacobs"] [member="Rafeesh"]
Enemies: Pirates
Post 6/20

Mantic barely heard the hoarse voice of his padawan as he rushed to his side. He did not bother to listen at first but worked with nimble fingers to check on pulse and breathing. It was however, pretty quickly clear that [member="Rafeesh"] had survived and then some.

Mantic slapped him on the back.

"Well done. you are tougher then I thought." Mantic spoke back. While he tried to have a reassuring voice he was still a bit concerned. There was pain in his padawan and for that Mantic placed his hand on the wrist of his padawan. The push of tingling warmth was followed by tiny waves, ripples in the force traveling across the skin of [member="Rafeesh"] finding small points of pressure where it slipped down to mend or at least ease the pain.

With a troubled expression Mantic realized his padawan had lost his sword.

"Can you stand? Can you keep up?" he said not brining up the topic of the saber just yet.

"Seek out a medic to have yourself a check up. If they give you clearance to continue contact me and we will rendezvous. Otherwise return to the medical ships." Mantic instructed and pointed toward the newly arrived back up team and [member="Fadeyka"]

He was not expecting any protests on this.

Just before leaving, he added.

"Do not worry, I will be fine."

then he turned around and dashed off.

 

[Fadeyka]

Location: Space station Hanger
Object: Set up medic make shift triage
Allies: Galactic Republic, [member="Rafeesh"]
Enemies: Pirates
Post 1/20

Knowing that her fellow Rebels was doing what they came here to do that was to support, with her medical unit. Been given the all clear to start her docking after all she had to wait but that didn't take as long as one would think. Finding herself looking at the others she had put on her team. Even so it didn't go with out saying that she didn't cheek on her own weapons that was issued to her after all this was fight. One she didn't care to be in the front on but if called upon she would go into the thick of it to save a life or two.

As she hit the ground running as she started to give the others direction of what needed to take place as a boarder was put up making her and her staff at less do what they been called upon to do. Even so knowing that their first way of wounded would be incoming soon. It was during this time that she took setting up a few other thing things double cheeking her weapons.

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Location: Roche
Objective: Secure Station and Queen
Allies: [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] | [member="Mantic Dorn"] | Whoever I missed
Enemies: [member="Rexus Drath"] and his apprentice

She led the queen to the transport without incident. Giving a hand, the Queen was hauled up inside where she would be safe from what was going on in the rest of the station. Squad three showed up shortly after and climbed aboard the transport without any survivors. It was about then that she heard screams over the comm. A curse and she stuck her head into the ship.

"Detach and take the queen to safety. I will gonly find the others."

Dropping back down, she took off at a run for the hangars. Coming around the bend she found zombies munching away on her Echani, and a few others trying to eat one of the droids. The droids weren't susceptible to them, though, and continued to hack the zombies apart.

Janina moved past them, targeting the Sith as her energy blade sprang to life once again. She approached quietly from behind and slid across the blood strewn floor towards him, blade ready to impale or to quickly move for defense.

10/20

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location: Space station, hangar 13
Objective: Assault the space station
Allies: Galactic Republic [member="Aston Jacobs"] [member="Rafeesh"]
Enemies: Pirates
Post 7/20

The control room, Mantic felt his other padawan [member="Aston Jacobs"] moving on the new objective. This would not be much trouble for him. Aston had fought sith lords and survived. A few hangar security guards was not something he could not handle. Regardless Mantic wanted to make sure.
As he rushed across the floor, destroyed equipment from the recent hard but swift battle resting as proof of the operations success. Finally something that did worked as it was planned Mantic mused.

Then something cold spun through his soul. He slowed down and came to a stop. He raised his eyes toward the control room hoping to see [member="Aston Jacobs"] - but he could not spot him.
Then he turned his head making sure [member="Rafeesh"] was following his instructions to visit [member="Fadeyka"] and the medical team.

The darkness that fell over them did however not originate from inside this hangar. He had never felt something like this before. Darkness, evil, corruption... death...

In the distance Mantic could overhear a low moaning sound...

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Janira Fenni"] [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] [member="Myra Hadrix"]

9/20

Location: Space station.
Enemies: Republic

The Sith Lord was taken off balance by the explosive force of the starfighter, it caused the specter to cease its lighting of the Echani squads whether they were dead or not was something that did not concerned it in the least bit. With a large dent in the zombie forces the lord would have anger seething from their emotional aura, pure white hot rage that someone dared not fall beneath them.

Their head curled and boned cracked and popped as it fell upon the red headed woman that had caused the explosion. With fire engulfing the hanger the emergency sprinkler system activated and water poured down on their heads like rain. Water dripped down the phantom's mask as he reached to his side and grabbed his saber.

Normally killing something as weak as this woman would be beneath him, but the anger that caused from her defiance was enough to warrant her destruction. Lifting its saber at the woman the forward red blade extended followed by the two side guards.

"You..." The Sith said with venom in their robotic voice.

With a flash of robes and dart of movement the Sith crossed the lines of zombies in the blink of an eye using the force to augment them over the zombies. The Echani woman who had attempted to sneak up and assassinate him would go unnoticed as the explosion and following his quick dart. Coming up above the red headed woman the Sith Lord had its saber above their head and brought it down on the woman as if it were a sledgehammer.

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Location: Main Deployment Hangar of the Revenant
Objective: Secure the Shipyard Interior Structures
{A} Central Administration Sector
{B} Security Control Sector
{C} Logistics Sector
Enemies: Pirate Scum
Allies: GR Forces, Jedi Order
[member=Vitor Imperieuse] | [member=Commander Lusk] | [member=Willam Forlon] | [member=Janira Fenni]
[member=Mason Deschart] | [member=Ella Nova] | [member=Lash] | [member=Stardust] | [member=Jaccer Ramirez] | [member=Minna] | [member=Kaidan Hawk]
NPC's: Geft, Tresler, Abram, Funke, Vitor, Aulx, Astor, Umlar, Wolcraft, Jauls, Bikton, Fenter
Post: [9/20]
Previous Post: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/71269-behind-enemy-lines-gr-dominion-of-roche/?p=1060081
OOC Note: Dominion is doubling as Development Thread for CSAF Commando S/HAR/BO Armor

Ali called for a halt down the corridor from the Logistics Hub; the halls here were far more cluttered and difficult to navigate. Pirate guards were everywhere, and it was only their lack of organization and proper communication methods that prevented the main force assaulting Givens and his squad from learning about Ali's approach. The main cluster of pirates was arranged outside the Logistics Sector, firing into the corridor behind where Givens and his squad were located. Ali had verified with Bikton that her taking of the Administration Sector went smoothly; the pirates had put up a moderate defense with no sign of reinforcements. Ali decided the pirates must not have considered the Admin Hub important enough to prepare an ambush for.
The rest of the squad took a moment to prepare themselves as they took cover behind crates and counters and doorways, then signaled their ready status. Ali herself took a knee behind a computer terminal, resting her rifle on top and picking Givens on comms. ::We're directly behind them, take cover and we'll lay down fire.::
Givens didn't reply, Fenter did. ::Sorry ma'am, Givens is down. But we're ready for you, fire away.::
Ali gave the command to her squads and immediately a wave of quiet fire cut down a score of pirates within the first few seconds. They arched their backs and screamed, grasping futilely at their backsides before collapsing to the floor, bleeding from their wounds. Ali maintained the attack for nearly a half minute before calling a cease fire, after which Geft and Tresler picked up and began securing the corridor ahead of the pirate's position, signaling for Givens' squad to come out.
Ali helped Vitor and Aulx secure the pirates' weapons and separated them from the bodies, then ensured the injured joined the dead. When she reached Givens, Umlar was already looking over him. The man had been shot between the shoulder and breast plate of his armor, scoring away the body suit and burning the flesh underneath. ::You had me thinking he was dead.:: Ali commented to Fenter as she knelt beside the Commando. Givens laughed sorely. ::Yeah, well it hurt like feck, and he couldn't exactly put a pause on the fight to check me out.:: Fenter defended himself valiantly. :on't be so dramatic, your triage status was Routine, I knew you were fine.::
Ali wanted to spare a moment for levity, but felt pressed for time. Securing the Logistics Hub did not offer them much of an advantage when the pirate forces were so widely disseminated to begin with. ::We've got to track down their main staging area. Bikton, it's Hadrix. Can you track pirate activity from the control consoles in the Admin Sector?::
Bikton replied smoothly a moment later. ::Sure thing Commander, we've got full access here. Just give me one moment...Looks like we've got major biosigns in one of the hangars, where the assault team was dropped off. They don't look like pirates though, I'm not sure what's going on.::
Ali shook her head. ::It's not our concern anyways, the assault force can handle itself.::
::Of course, ma'am. We've got dense readings in the Living Quarters.::
Ali considered the information for a moment. ::Why there?::
::I have no idea. Maybe they're assuming they'll be able to establish a long term presence.:: Bikton's voice sounded uncertain, and Ali wasn't buying it.
::Can you separate the bio readings by hostiles and civilians?:: Ali asked.
Silence followed for a moment. ::I think so. I can track the positioning of commlinks and datapads from their communication system. Some of the civilians are equipped with status trackers, probably science or engineering personnel...yeah, looks like about a third of the bio readings are station personnel.::
Ali frowned. ::So they've got hostages.::
Bikton sighed. ::Looks like it.::
::Thanks, keep your area locked down; you're our eyes and ears. I want holocams fed directly to our HUDs, keep an eye on our twelve.::
::Sure thing, Bad Boss.::

 

[Myra Hadrix]

Location: Space Station, Hangar 3
Objective: Assault the Station
Enemies: Pirate Scum
Allies: GR Forces, Jedi Order
[member=Vitor Imperieuse] | [member=Commander Lusk] | [member=Willam Forlon] | [member=Janira Fenni]
[member=Mason Deschart] | [member=Ella Nova] | [member=Lash] | [member=Stardust] | [member=Jaccer Ramirez] | [member=Minna] | [member=Kaidan Hawk] | [member=Rexus Drath]
NPC's: None
Post: [10]
Previous Post: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/71269-behind-enemy-lines-gr-dominion-of-roche/?p=1060046
OOC Note: Dominion is doubling as Development Thread for CSAF Commando S/HAR/BO Armor

Myra continued to step backward, cutting down one beast after another until she heard a dangerous voice sounding in the distance. A split second later her threat senses kicked in and the Force sent her into a forward roll, her lightsaber deactivating as she dove beneath the incoming Sith Lord. His falling form passed over her as she twisted her shoulders and came up on a knee facing back at her new enemy. Poised to launch herself forward at the cloaked Lord, Myra was forced to roll sideward as one of his monsters came reaching for her with outstretched hands. Her lightsaber cut upward from beneath her in a smooth motion, activating in enough time to cut the monstrosity in half. From here Myra opened herself further to the Force, taking in the kinetic and thermal energy from the recent explosion and allowing it to build within her body. The tattoo lining the side of her body from hip to neck began to shine slightly, signaling her immersion. "I don't know who you are," Myra grunted, "And I don't care." With that said, Myra launched herself forward with her blade angled ahead.

 

[Rexus Drath]

10/20
[member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Janira Fenni"] [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] [member="Myra Hadrix"]

Location: Space station.
Enemies: Republic

Upon the phantom's saber hitting the floor the Sith slithered up from the floor like a serpent rising to take its prey into their fangs. It's head turned to stare down at the woman and her glowing tattoos and words, she didn't know who he was. The Sith was nobody, nowhere, nothing, he was the spitting image of an enigma and that was how it was intended to be. The fact that she had said that only made the lord grin beneath their mask.

"You are nothing child, you have always been nothing." The Sith said as it raised its blade once more.

The force flowed around the woman but she was weak, she was young, and she was ill trained. The Sith Lord moved its saber with a large hum of the blade and clashed against the woman's saber. Sparks dropped down from the colliding blades and the two were able to look face to face into each other.

The Sith Lords blank mask stared into her face for a few moments before a raspy cold laugh exited their vocal box.

"You are a child of darkness, yet you stand here with Jedi. Such a waste." The Sith said coldly

With their free hand the Sith lifted it and quickly began to spew lightning at close range without a care in the world. It would shock him, it would hurt him, but he reveled in that pain, and he had noticed that the woman had soaked power into her. He would test just how much she could withstand, perhaps if she was worthy he would kill Sayl and take her beneath its wing.

 

[Lash]

Location:
Objective: Engage Pirate fleet
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Mason Deschart"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"]
Enemies: Pirate fleet

Lash watched one of the archaic heavy cruiser take the brunt of the Bastions third heavy volley. The ships shields caved and the rippling fire cut deep into the ships hull. The shields of the frigate next to the cruiser flashed as the resulting damage of its larger cousin threw chunks of hull and plasma against it further weakening them. The fire from the second Bastion-class ships finished the job as the shields feel and the frigate was engulfed in a fireball.

"Admiral, Master Raaf wishes to speak with you." Lash nodded and the officer sent the call to his chair.

"Master Raaf, Thank you for joining us. What can I do for you?"


10/20

 

[Marcus Itera]

Location: Boarding Space Station.
Objective: Assault station; engage and eliminate hostiles through close combat.
Allies: [member="Minna"], The Republic
Foes: Pirates, terrorists, the Undead
Post: [01/20]

"Sensors indicate seven lifeforms behind the door." Her voice came through as clear as day despite the firefights resonating down other corridors. "Ready when you are, Sergeant Major." Miranda wasn't usually this serious - or respectful - unless things were going down the drain.

Marcus glanced back at the trio of commandos stacked against the wall. Scorcher, Jaren, and Finster. They weren't Dreadguard, but they had grown as close to him as brothers by now. The Republic had summoned him from the reserves the moment relations with the Sith worsened, they lost even more planets, and then official ties with the Mandalorian clans were broken. His short stint with the Sector Rangers was time well-spent, though he wished that life could've been something more permanent. Nonetheless, these men behind him were some of the best he'd ever met and trained.

"Seven foot mobiles, probably waiting for us." His voice didn't escape past his helmet, a secure channel was in place. "Jaren, Scorch, I want you two to sweep right. There's supposedly another entrance thataways too so don't let 'em hit your blindside. Finster, hit right and I'll take center.

"We tight, boys?"

"Tight, Sarge."

There was no hesitation in their movements. Everything was well-practiced and polished down to an art. DC-17s were poised and ready the moment Marcus kicked the door in. Two commandos slipped past him in the span of a millisecond while another occupied the space on his left. His eyes locked onto a Rodian, who's startled demeanor shifted instantly into one of primal instinct, a rictus of a snarl forming as his blaster raised.

Marcus squeezed the trigger twice. There was no time to watch the shots hit there mark, another Weequay was bringing his rifle to bear - and he fired another two times. Time seemed to have slowed down, because every lifeless body seemed to hit the bulkheat at the same time.

"Clear, Sarge!" Jaren shouted, "No casualties."

That brought him back into reality, one where seven bodies sizzled on the ground before them. Efficiency was defined in these moments, each commando covering their sector or searching the corpses for signs of intelligence, weaponry, or other assets crucial to their mission. Marcus sighed and took the pause to collect his breath and slow down his heartbeat.

He turned to Jaren who was busily searching the room for anything of use. "Anything interesting?"

The commando was in the process of shaking his head when Finster, who duly covered the other entrance, called out. "Got somethin' over here. Looks like a Jedi. How copy?"

"Solid copy," Marcus snorted before moving to take a peek out of the door before spotting [member="Minna"]. His vocabulator kicked back in, giving his already guttural voice a more harsh tone. "Master Jedi, have you cleared this area?"

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Location: Space Station Hangar 3
Objective 2: Assault the space station
Allies: [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Janira Fenni"]
Enemies: [member="Rexus Drath"]

​Even though many of the zombies fell to the floor, being reduced to nothing more than piles of ash, they continued to appear and charge the soldiers. It seemed this army of the undead was limitless. The Republic was slowly losing ground to these monsters, and with the addition of dead pirates and soldiers to this hostile force would guarantee that Jaccer's force would soon be overrun. A new strategy was needed immediately.

"Somebody get control of those laser cannons!" the Lieutenant commanded to no soldier in particular, referring to the weaponry mounted on the dropships. After this ordered was issued, Jaccer noticed around 10 soldier running towards the immobile ships.

Not long after, the blaster cannons began to fire. Short, precise bursts flew across the hangar, eventually landing inside the chest cavities of the approaching force. This cannon fire, along with support from the soldiers, eliminated wave after wave of whoever and whatever approached. Nobody caught in the centre of the battlefield would survive; not for long anyway. This flurry of plasma would continue until the Republic soldier ran out of ammunition or there was nothing left to shoot at.

4/20

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Location: Roche
Objective: Secure the Station
Allies: @Jaccer Ramirex | [member="Myra Hadrix"] | Anyone Else
Enemies: [member="Rexus Drath"] | His Minion | The Zombies

Through it all, she'd thought she had the drop on the Sith. But in an instant he had flashed away, moving with speed that she could not rival. A hiss escaped her lips as she found herself sliding into the middle of a horde of zombies. Her quietness, and the fact that she came from behind them, coupled with the fact that most were gorging themselves on pirates and Republic alike, allowed her to slip in among them almost unnoticed.

As she stopped, she stood, and immediately the dance began.

Janira was not officially a fire dancer, but she certainly had the skill to become one if she wished to learn more weapons. For now, she made full use of the energy blade as she twisted and turned in an eloquent dance, cleaving heads from shoulders, cutting down zombies and pirates alike. Sprays of blood spread from around her, and she became a whirling dervish of death.

11/20

 

[Willam Forlon]

Location: Lower levels of asteroid
Objective: Assault the shipyard
Allies: Republic, Jedi, Empire, Rebel Alliance [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Enemies: Pirates

The corridors this deep in the shipyards main facility were dark and empty for the most part. The bulk of the fighting still going on in the upper main levels of the asteroid. Down here no one but the highest level administrators had clearance. Down here did not even exist as far as most knew. Forlons team had dealt with the few pockets of opposition on the way down but had not seen anyone or thing for the last ten minutes. Willam pointed at a door at the end of the hall and gave signals for three men to breach it. The team planted the charges then took cover inside the doorway of a side room. The charges blew the door off its hinges and let it slam to the floor. Forlon walked in and pointed to two men to take up position as rear guard.

The room opened up into a massive laboratory Mosses walked to a row of computers and signaled for his slicer to set up.

"Make sure these have not been accessed. They are a closed system so that should be easy to figure out."

The trooper nodded and went to work. Willan sat his rifle down and leaned against the wall and relaxed. The electronics officer did not take long to run his test and get the answer.

"Sir, this section of the facility has been in lock down. All the data here is intact and not tampered with." The Tech showed mosses the data scrolling down the screen.

"Ok pack it up trooper." Mosses eyed two men standing against the wall to his left and nodded. The men knelt down and began pulling explosives out of their bags.

"Ok back to the bus!" Mosses motioned for the rest of the squads to move out and back to the hanger. Behind him he saw the two ordinance officers begin their task. HE had no idea what was on these computers of what had was being done down here in the center of the asteroid but his orders were to make it never have existed.

"You two, close the doors on your way out." he said to the two explosives experts. he then gave then another nod and turned and began moving back to the hanger and his ride home.

11/20

 

[Rafeesh]

Location: Space station, hangar 13
Objective: Seek medical attention and then get back into the fray
Allies: Galactic Republic [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Fadeyka"]
Enemies: Pirates
Post 3/20

Rafeesh nodded, somewhat disappointed at his apparent failure. He felt his hand begin to lessen in pain, he was thankful that his master had taken the time to help relieve some of it. Rafeesh would not have willingly stood down from a fight, normally. He had grown up in a time of war, he had been taught how to fight before he had ever learned the ways of the Force. As a Jedi he had been trained with sabers to prepare him for the Sith before he had been taught to use the Force properly. He was a fighter, he had been brought up that way.

But he knew Mantic was right. he had to stand down for now. There was no other way. He could continue and surely fall in next hour or so, or he could turn back for now and regain his strength. Thus he turned back and began making his way towards the small area of the hangar set up for medical treatment. He thought as he moved slowly. He had been enheartened when his master had complimented him on his survival of the crash, though Rafeesh counted that as the Force and not himself. He wondered if his master would be alright. That was how many a Jedi had spoken before they went off into battle... and died. Rafeesh would know, he had seen a number of his trainers go into battle confident, only to never be seen alive again.

His body was in shock, though he didn't realize that. Between wounds on his back, cuts and burns on his palms, and some damage done to his left wrist his body was having a really bad day. He didn't feel the darkness around him, he just kept walking, holding his hands against his robes in the hopes that that would slow the bleeding. It was only a minute before he reached the medical area and he spoke, "Told to come here for medical attention." His voice was still raspy from the fumes and he couldn't help but cough some more from speaking. He really hoped it was not as bad as it felt, he needed to get back into the fight and actually do something.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Bridge of the second Bastion-class
Objective: Watch some pirates burn, start turning her attention to a zombie infested asteroid
Allies: [member="Lash"] [member="Mason Deschart"]
Post: 4/20

"I wanted to hear your thoughts upon the Bastion-class, Admiral," she said as a comm officer handed her a headset so she could speak with the Admiral. Outside the viewport, she smiled grimly as another pirate ship exploded from the fire being amassed against their force. One would think they would start to retreat, but they must be scared of that Sith Lord for some reason.

"It represents a significant investment of time and technology, but nothing beats the opinion of an officer in what he thinks of a ship," she continued saying, her attention shifting to the asteroids that reports stated had zombies in it now. She hated zombies completely, abominations. Using her hand, she made gestures to the effect that they were to make their way there and blow up any enemy ship on their way.

 

[Myra Hadrix]

Location: Space Station, Hangar 3
Objective: Assault the Station
Enemies: Pirate Scum
Allies: GR Forces, Jedi Order
[member=Vitor Imperieuse] | [member=Commander Lusk] | [member=Willam Forlon] | [member=Janira Fenni]
[member=Mason Deschart] | [member=Ella Nova] | [member=Lash] | [member=Stardust] | [member=Jaccer Ramirez] | [member=Minna] | [member=Kaidan Hawk] | [member=Rexus Drath]
NPC's: None
Post: [11/20]
Previous Post: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/71269-behind-enemy-lines-gr-dominion-of-roche/?p=1060046
OOC Note: Dominion is doubling as Development Thread for CSAF Commando S/HAR/BO Armor

His dribble fell on deaf ears, as Myra had a mind for nothing but the fight. She felt the disturbance before the lightning exploded from the Dark Lord. It expanded as a shower of blue-white tendrils before collapsing in toward her, crawling along her skin and saturating her flesh. At first the pain was unimaginable, the attack weakening her muscles and sending them into a chaotic fit. For the briefest moment her own blade yielded, before the power flooding her body was converted into strength and she forced back the others' saber.
Seeking to end the confrontation as swiftly and violently as possible, Myra kept her blade against her enemy's and stepped sideward, turning the tip of her saber toward the Lord's head. In one smooth motion, using the change in position, Myra poured a great strength into her body and forced their blades to the side, her own cutting a straight path toward her opponent's neck.

 

[Rexus Drath]

11/20
[member="Mantic Dorn"]
Location: Space station.
Enemies: Republic

In the distance of Mantic the moans were not all that could be heard. The sounds of teeth snapping and the sick wet noises of flesh being chewed and slurped down a gullet echoed from the hall. Grunts and unintelligible murmurs were broken by the sound of a bone snapping and and a sucking noise that was horrifying to listen to, as if someone was trying to suck the marrow from the bone itself.

It went silent for a moment after that. Another grunt was let out and soon there was a long sniff of air, sucking in the scents mixed within recycled air. As the sniffing settled on Mantic's position there was another moan and soon movement.

Drag, thump. Those were the noises that that came from the shadows as they approached Mantic. Drag, thump. Drag, thump. Drag, thump! Drag, Thump!! Louder and louder it came closer to the Jedi, joined by more footsteps that came closer and closer to taking the hanger he found himself.

But then it went silent once more, a dead silence that scared even the most battle hardened of men. But it was broken by a single noise.

Drag, Thump.

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Location: Main Deployment Hangar of the Revenant
Objective: Secure the Shipyard Interior Structures
{A} Central Administration Sector
{B} Security Control Sector
{C} Logistics Sector
Enemies: Pirate Scum
Allies: GR Forces, Jedi Order
[member=Vitor Imperieuse] | [member=Commander Lusk] | [member=Willam Forlon] | [member=Janira Fenni]
[member=Mason Deschart] | [member=Ella Nova] | [member=Lash] | [member=Stardust] | [member=Jaccer Ramirez] | [member=Minna] | [member=Kaidan Hawk]
NPC's: Geft, Tresler, Abram, Funke, Vitor, Aulx, Astor, Umlar, Wolcraft, Jauls, Bikton, Fenter
Post: [12/20]
Previous Post: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/71269-behind-enemy-lines-gr-dominion-of-roche/?p=1060081
OOC Note: Dominion is doubling as Development Thread for CSAF Commando S/HAR/BO Armor

The feed at the corner of Ali's HUD flickered as the holocam display changed from one to another, signaling their crossing into a new area. After stopping just long enough to treat wounds and formulate a new plan, Ali and her squads had traveled down the open corridors leading passed the Administration Hub. There was a minimal hostile presence, and some of the patrols they were able to simply avoid. With Bikton and her squad controlling the station's priority systems from Admin, they had command over what the pirates knew and when. By recutting feed and filtering it into the security areas the pirates controlled, Bikton had diverted a quarter of the force hold up with the hostages to other areas of the station. The pirates had determined the fate of their ambushes some time ago, and security throughout the station had grown tight.

Bikton's voice entered Ali's ears. ::Commander, you've got a turbolift chamber coming up, no biosigns reading, you're clear. After that the corridor splits into two levels, and fifty meters down, two more. Reach the split, and you've reached the living sector.:: Ali thanked the woman and the assault team pushed into the lift chamber, clearing it quickly before preparing for the final push toward the living areas. Posting the appropriate schematics onto the HUD's of her fellow Commandos, Ali began outlining their plan of attack.
::We've got nine assets, which we'll split into three teams of three, one for each level; the two living sector platforms, and one for the platform above them. Low Team, Mid Team, High Team. High Team crosses the living sector and secures the far West end, Low and Mid Teams clear through, securing hostages. No lethal explosives, flash only. Should be plenty effective. Any questions?:: There were none. After the Commandos reorganized themselves into new teams, accommodating the few injuries, the groups moved out, taking different lifts to their corresponding levels.

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="Myra Hadrix"] [member="Janira Fenni"] [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] [member="Marcus Foster"]

12/20
Location: Space station.
Enemies: Republic

With the woman shifting and readying to strike at the Sith Lord, the phantom acted quickly. Using the cross guard saber the lord adjusted his own position and with the power of the force augmented his own strength to allow what came next. With a twist of the saber the blade lifted up slightly and caught her saber between the guard and the blade. With the blade of light only inches from its face the phantom let out a dry chuckle as it kept the blade pinned.

"I feel it. Your lust for blood, your want to kill, to see your enemy dead beneath you. It's..."

"Delectable.." The Sith said with a smooth snake oil smoothness to their robotic voice.

The Sith shifted positioned lifting the saber up so he could press into her face and stare directly into her eyes. The Sith cocked its head and spoke coldly to them. As if zombies were not swarming everywhere, falling and rising in droves that were soon to overrun the area.

"But I've seen the darkness, I've seen what binds you and I." Lifting their free right hand they brought it up.

Pressing their hand into her saber from left to right the Sith slowly carved a path into the center of their hand using the woman's saber.

"Allow me to show you." The Sith said as if there wasn't a saber sticking out of their hand.

The Sith pushed its hand down to the base of the blade quickly until it's fingers wrapped around the saber's hilt, and with a powerful surge of the darkside the Sith laughed as they fired pure darkside infested lightning into the two of them to complete the electrical circuit. His skeleton flashed through his armor, a skull that's jaw opened up and down as raspy dry whispers ran through the Sparks of crackling electricity.