Cloudy with a Chance of Sith (GA Attack on Taloraan)

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: Fight members of the GA
Location: Balcony of a building in Taloraan
Allies(?): [member="Darth Rapax"]
Enemies: [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"]

Konrad could sense the approach of his opponents. Konrad had thought Chevu Visz would come alone however, he could sense the force of another. To Konrad’s disappointment, he would not be gatecrashing Darth Rapax’s and Chevu Visz’s party. Instead, this would be an even fight, two against two. At least this would be good exercise for Konrad. It has been a while since he actually fought without his battalion so this was going to be good training for when the time comes to kill whoever was responsible for his deceased fiancee's death.

 

[Placeholder 0133]

Objective: Distract
Location: Tibanna Facility
Enemies: [member="Strider Garon"]

Quite the fool indeed.

Alex had a moment of private amusement at the Mandalorian's expense. The old war dog was correct; using explosives in a place like this was not the brightest of ideas. Fortunately they had begun their little battle quite a ways away from the Tibanna Gas. While the risk was there, it was at an acceptable low by Alex's standards.

The Mando was moving. Alex could hear the faint shuffling of armored boots along the scuffled floor. Though he had no way of pinpointing the veteran without sticking his head out, he did have a middle ground. He reached for his datapad and held it outward. In its reflection, he could clearly see [member="Strider Garon"] moving to a niche close by. Alex drew in a deep breath, pocketed the datapad, and brought his rifle up to bare.

With his back still pinned to the desk, Alex held his weapon up over his head, and opened up on Strider's chosen position for cover. The rounds in the Shacklebolt were designed to pierce heavy armor. A few shots could easily shred through most materials, and that was the Commander's hope right now.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TxR7KgEjJNk​

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"Mourning is for the dead" he spat, "Of who's ranks you shall join shortly, Gabriel."

Such hateful words spilled easily from his maw, for he had repeated their like for decades every time he ran into someone who had the stones to stand up against his malign visage. It had almost become routine now, these heated words and the duel that followed it, and lately Vornskr found himself disenfranchised with trading such barbs. It seemed that nowadays nothing could get under anyone's skin, nothing to fan the flames of ire to provoke them into a rage that only hastened their own suffering. Perhaps his oratory skill had begun to degrade since his resurrection (the terrors of Chaos were an effective way to traumatize anyone), or perhaps those witless worms had finally grown up to resist his prods. Either way he saved his breath for the battle, the Force swirling about both combatants as the calm before the storm began to subside and the roar of battle began to waft up from the besieged city below.

It would be [member="The Revenant"] who made the first move, his body propelled forward with Force-enhanced speed to bring his blade down in a great cleave that meant to sunder Vornskr from shoulder to hip. But fighting came naturally to the Epicanthix Sith Lord, and it was by second nature that he raised his blade up into a defensive stance to directly block Gabriel's attack and leeched off of the man's momentum to charge an immediate counterattack. He pushed against Gabriel's blade with great force, enough to throw any mortal man back, and followed it up with a series of slashes and cross-cuts utilized his own hybridized form that took elements from all lightsaber forms (save for the more acrobatic Form IV, of which his towering form hindered the use of) and built them upon the backbone of Form V. Such ferocity split between two warriors would appear incorporeal to the naked eye should they try to watch their movements, but in the eye of the Force everything was horrifically clear.

The hate that rolled off of Vornskr's form was palpable and was searing, a sharp contrast to the frigidness that was normally felt by those who sensed the Dark Side. It was as if a great furnace existed within Vornskr's belly, perpetually spilling forth molten metal and burning coals that gave him an urgency to quench the fires of his own wrath lest he be consumed by the very same thing that gave him such untold power. He was an engine of destruction, a titan of adversity, and a nigh unrivaled champion of the Dark Side.

But their fight had only just begun, and the world of Taloraan trembled in its wake.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Objective: Battle Sith
Location: Skies over Taloraan city
Allies: [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] [member="Graaf Zalec"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]

She heard a voice over the commlink. It was Karkarodon combat medic Dr. Zalec, checking in.

"Nice to see you out here, Doc," Chevu told him, smiling into her wrist com. "Hope you brought enough Bacta grenades. We're gonna need 'em."

Along with that voice, whispering through the creases of her mind, Chevu began to sense a dark sided presence. The Mirialan was woefully unprepared for just how close the Sith was. She cried out as she felt a sharp shock course through her veins. The bird between her thighs glimmered a bright purple color as Swiftcloud was struck by a vicious blast of Force lightning. With a pained squawk, the Fleft-wauf began to plummet straight down. Oh feth, she was losing her ride.

"Tachon! Down here!" she shouted at the Zabrak apprentice. The birds weren't exactly meant for two rider, but she supposed they'd have to make do.

Force only knew if the Zabrak could reach her in time. Otherwise, Chevu would be taking a very dangerous nosedive right into Taloraan City's spires.

She hoped [member="The Revenant"] was doing better than she was.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Location: In the skies north of Taloraan City
Allies: [member="Xavka Duquo"]
Enemies: [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Objective: 3

Azurea dug her ankles into the fleuft-waft, which made the creature speed forward in discomfort. She heard the raspy voice of the Zabrak penetrating her mind asking her if she saw anything in the skies.

"I do Acolyte Duquo, but they're in freighters. I'm not sure that our mounts can take on a freighter, but it's possible the fleft-waft can either land on the vessels, and we can infilitrate. Or these birds might just be able to take them down."

She looked over her shoulder at the Zabrak, and still using telepathy said, "There's only one way to find out." She kept Veino Garn's freighter in her sights. If he looked out of his view screen, he would see Darth Azurea's bird coming in fast and close.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Taloraan City
Objective: Terminate Intruders...... or arrest.
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: GA [member="Alexander Ontonas"]
Dice Roll: 1d6= 2 (miss)
OOC: Just let you know, i use dice rolls for my outcome posts. I don't expect you to, this is just me playing fate with the dice gods and my love for randomness.

Evidence that the intruder was a professional soldier was made very apparent not just by his class in armor but the way he handled himself. There was more to this intrusion then meets the eye which made the mandalorian warrior wonder if there was a bigger event he was not privy to at that moment in time. In reality, the instinct was true, the galactic alliance forces were raiding Fondor but Strider did not have access to that information at that time. There and then, all he knew was that there were intruders in this facility, unknown was their agenda. IT mattered not, for his sole focus was on eliminating this target which thus far has been a task.

The very moment Strider saw the weapon rise above the armored intruder's chosen cover, he would thrust himself to the doorway nook he had originally targeted. He could hear the weapon go off, was not of blaster origin but of the familiar to mass drive type weapon. That did not make the old man comfortable at all and evident to point of why was made very clear as the nook he had dove into began to look like an ancient cheeze grader. "SHAB!!!" He hissed as he dove further into the office, narrowly evading the intruder's lethal barrage.

The old man would quickly gather himself. looking about his surroundings realizing he was in a utility room that had no other exit. He turned his head back to the heavily damaged doorway he had just come through. The amount of damage that was caused he knew his beskar'gam would not hold against such rounds, but he also new he could not stay in the room either and only a split second to make the decision or he would be pinned in as the intruder would gain proper advantage.

Strider rushed to the cheese graded nook once more, this time he grabbed himself his own thermal detonator and with a strong left handed side throw, he would lob the deadly ordinance at the intruder's last known position. He had called his enemy and idiot for using such a weapon on him earlier but Strider was backed into a corner and desperate times birthed desperate measures. The hope was to kill him there and then but a secondary goal was to get alex out from his cover.

 

[Rapax]

Objective: Battle Sith
Location: Skies over Taloraan city
Allies:[member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]
Enemies: [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] [member="Graaf Zalec"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

He chuckled when he saw her fall from his surprise lightning strike. Good....now it was time to finish the job before she found a new mount...He will have her blood one way or another his voice continued projecting into her mind."How does it feel Chevu ...to feel power surge through your bones like a river unleashed from its prison and flowing freely un restrained....however.....this is but a taste of what i can deliver .....you show promise little one you are strong and capable...i could share you this knowledge...if your willing you can use it to save those you love ....even your children whom have been brought into the world again..." She could tell he was prying a little for that tid bit of information as well as trying to dive into her mind for any new powers she may have learned.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

[member="Lord Mythos"]
Abruptly, the enemy vessel shot straight up and cut its engines for an equally abrupt turn. And just like that, she had the measure of her opponent. He was, she knew now, a pilot of consummate skill when it came to pulling off specific, technically difficult maneuvers. That helical approach, that deadman’s turn. But what was the phrase? Missing the forest for the trees? You could get so hung up on flashy flying that it got you killed. The virtue of a normal turn, rather than the stall he’d just pulled, was that it increased your angular momentum relative to the guy shooting at you. By contrast, the Sith had just made himself a still point. No tracking required.

If he’d hoped that going straight up and then turning around would put him behind her, he had another think coming. Because immersed in the big picture, Mara just pulled up her stick, gunned her engines, clawed for the sky, and unleashed hell at him face to face.

The RebelX light gunship wasn’t the most durable craft around, but despite its appearances it boasted gunship-scale shields, a notch above what its starfighter-like appearance would lead him to expect. And with shield strength doubled forward, she was in a good position to trade head-to-head shots with him as he came straight down at her and she clawed straight up at him.

And when it came to firepower, it seemed pretty clear now that the RebelX matched or dwarfed his ship. Autoblasters hammered at her shields, but the sheer volume of fire she poured back along that vector was sort of disproportionately nasty. Four laser cannons, firing clockwise, four full-strength bolts per second. One Hushaby rotary ion cannon, eight full-strength bolts per second. That looked like good armor, but she didn’t need to get through it. She just had to get through his shields, at which point the Hushaby would make the armor irrelevant. The dang thing had been made to paralyze heavy turbolaser turrets on command ships, and to disable vessels with the exact same size and mission profile as the ship it now targeted.

RATTATATTATATATATATAT

 

[Nikola Ticon]

Location: Taloraan City
Objective: Have some fun
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: One Sith, [member="First Daughter"]

His head cocked slightly to one side as he studied her, reaching out through the Force in an attempt to discern what details weren't visible in the physical realm. Nothing more was received on that wavelength other than a sheen of malevolence, and he let things lie at that for the moment. "It's a good thing we've never been the greatest at doing what's best for us then, isn't it?" The sharp tongue that always accompanied him was a blessing and a curse. Then again, Nikola wasn't looking to make any friends, this time around. That was only made all the more evident by the saber hilt that fell into his grasp in short order, cobalt blade hissing into existence with the press of a button.

At once the threat lingering behind her words was returned silently, though he didn't make any move to attack. As much as he wanted to be the aggressor, this was his first time in any sort of live combat, and the last thing he wanted to do was overestimate himself and underestimate his opponent. No matter how brash and headstrong he acted, he was far from stupid, and was oftentimes considered the more thoughtful of the Ticons altogether. "Any attention from you Sith is the bad kind, but I'm not really worried about a reputation." Like to talk he did, more so if it involved quips of this sort being exchanged. Such a thing came second-nature.

No ready stance was taken, though his form did seem to square up just a bit more, an alertness burgeoning his eyes and limbs. "Don't get your hopes up. I try to avoid most things that are bad for my health." Most, but not all.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective: Objective 3
Location: On top of the world
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Chevu Visz"]
Enemies:[member="Darth Vornskr"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGHlZwMYO9g

Bold words, spoiled from the lips of a man who could back them up. Skeletons and corpses trumpeting such declaration with forlorn and silent song. The Epicanthix outweighed this man, both in presence and in size. But where Gabriel might claim advantage lied on he stepping stones of avoidance, core in the second form with a particular knack for resolute opportunism. The sort that he put into motion as he stepped back from the push. A tree that gave in the wind faltered but failed to break. And unlike his brother, Gabriel didn't translate pain to fetish. Unfortunately, the consequences may be the same, as the man pushed himself into the fight with the sole purpose of shouldering this particular burden.

A strike towards his core was met with a downward angled blade, a slash against his shoulder was dodged with a tilt and placement of weight in the core. He continued to give ground as he stepped back once more, his mind and perception accelerated with the force with the intent on simply parrying the attacks or dodging them outright. His armor supported the wrist for the purpose of taking bludgeoning blow, but with each strike not properly countered for his form, he felt the metal cut just a bit deeper on the back of his hand, just at the wrist. Of course, the intent was clear to him. An opening amid the furious flurry. Another back step, a soft placement of foot against bronze, he padded about with a technical strength gained from no longer needing the anger that powered such Sith. Where he once burned with a cold fury, pushed upon whomever he chose, he now burned with a wholly different thing. Love and the desire to protect. He silently wished he could be in more than one place at a time.

Bringing his left hand back to the pommel of the blade, he blocked a strike and reinforced it with the flex of his forearm, preventing rotation but allowing options. Pushing hard into the force, he not only dodged the next attack but strung forward beyond it's perception or influence. With the crimson blade dropping towards his feet, he pulled up with this back hand to create an arch and revolution as the blade aimed to strike out at the lunging arm of assailant. It would spin in a parallel circle, blood hue fanning before him, as he attempted to crack and sever the duraplast protecting currently extended arm, just at the elbow.

The presence of this being burned hot like an eternal furnace. But it stood against the persistence of life, not something so easily scorched.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Coren's ship
Allies: [member=Coren Starchaser]
Enemies: N/A
Objective: A mix of 1 and 3
Gear: First post

They were almost there at reaching the drop zone after hearing from the comms of Starchaser. The clone had a combination of of different orders given to him. Simultaneously he would securing the tibanna gas from the refineries and attempt to arrest any agents of the Dark Lord. He would show the Sith and their legions the strength of the Alliance and the price of what happens when those who joined the ranks of the One Sith whether it was a greed for power or a an act of cowardice for one's life. He was designed by the cloners of Kamino to be an elite soldier and be a symbol of fear of his adversaries, yet hope for those who couldn't fight. He was engineered to be the bane of the Sith and other threatening Rogue Force Users that was the antithesis of what he fought to preserve and to protect.

He made his way to the landing pad of the Corellian Vessel and readied himself to jump on one of the platforms Coren would be dropping him and the soldiers that were a part of the he was involved in. The hydraulics of the pad then began to open up which allowed the pressure of the air wanting to suck out anything from the freighter. Bracing himself to not be swallowed out from the Tachyon in some location that could or could not be a landing platform Canal would wait until he heard Coren's mark. Once the order was given the soldier and his other companions jumped out of the ship and somersaulted on the platform to not have their feet suffer the impact of their landing. The dropping was quick for Coren to take the other team aboard the Tachyon to their own objective.

Once the clone and his team began to advance to the nearest refinery they were greeted by hostile projectiles coming from the Wind Riders and the Sith forces. Their only best bet was to march towards the slugs and blaster bolts and retaliate against the attacks while approaching the tibanna refinery. The casually rates were going to be intense and fewer than their enemies, but it was either being sitting ducks waiting to be shot one by one or trust their instincts and see if they could get to the refinery.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Atmosphere
Allies: [member="Canal"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Valiens Nantaris"] when the Calvary arrives
Enemies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] in fleet

Working with Chevu and the others on the Alliance side, the Taloraan platforms were mapped out. A fleet would come in to help secure crew and cargo, but for now it was time for fighting. The first drop was a success and he pushed the throttle harder. The next drop was less than a kilometer away but they had to get through defensive drones on the way there. Rolling to upright the ship, he saw the Tiburons forming up for war, and could feel the very familiar, and welcome presence of [member="Rekha Kaarde"] nearby.

“Can always use you on my wing, doll. Keep up.” He grinned as he heard the thunderclaps of the quad lasers above and below fighting off the attack drones. He would need Kaarde keeping his tail clean.

Lifting the ship up a hair, he slammed repulsors as they closed in to the platform. “Team Two, [member="Canal"], good hunting.” He said as he opened the cargo bay door again, prepping to drop the team in a cloud of dust that the Tachyon Rising will kick up.

“Alliance Fleet, this is Starchaser, cargo is dropped, returning to combat. Tiburons, get my wing, scatter and take the fight to your targets.” Once the reinforcements came, Coren was going to be greeting them and helping get down to the booty.

Tyrene should be here soon.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Location: Taloraan City
Objective: Observe and ... play
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Nikola Ticon"]

Gear: Armor Lightsaber

She didn't respond to his comments, silence the only thing emanating from her now. She had a goal ... to play with the young Jedi here. No formal stance, but he was ready to fight at a moment's notice. She could take the direct route, lightsabers clashing ... or she could take the long range route ... hmm such choices, such choices indeed.

He was going to be cautious in facing an unknown entity, but then so was she. Slowly, she started to circle around, her blade twirling back and forth in front of her as she did. She would study him ... oh yes, and then she would strike with a cold precision. No hot emotions to blind her actions. The dark side wasn't all about hot anger and rage ... they could be as cold as Hoth as well.

 

[Placeholder 0133]

Location: Taloraan City
Enemies: [member="Strider Garon"]
Objective: Distract

There was an all-too-familiar whirring sound, and then the thermal detonator was falling near him. The violent little orb bounced and rolled just a foot away from him. Alex had a split second to decide on a course of action. He could try to pick the explosive up and hurl it back, but odds were it would go off in his hand. That left him one option: run. Grumbling a string of curses under his breath, the Commander darted out from his cover.

Then the detonator went off.

The roar of fire and flame drew his attentions from the battle at hand. The sheer kinetic force lifted him off of his feet and sent him sailing through the glass of the reception terminal and into the office beyond. His shields had failed entirely, and his armor was terribly scorched. Certain systems were refusing to work, and his right leg was feeling awfully painful. Fortunately his vitals were steady enough; the detonator had not thrown him into shock.

He needed to be ready to help [member="Marcus Foster"] and [member="Qyren Leret"] when their ship arrived. He could not afford to waste time tending to his own wounds.

The Mandalorian was still out there too.

With visible effort, Alex forced himself up to his feet, and leaned heavily on one of the adjacent walls. His rifle was still in working order, and that was the important part. He hobbled over to the side of the door, and readied his rifle. The motion trackers on his HUD would tell him if his opponent drew too close, ad if so, he would spring out and spray with the powerful mass-driver weapon.

 

[Marcus Itera]

Location: Approaching Taloraan City
Objective: 1 - Steal Tibanna gas, sabotage leftovers.
Allies: The Galactic Alliance - @Qyren Leret, [member="Alexander Ontonas"]
Enemies: The One Sith

The pseudo-freightsman nodded in acknowledgement of Khan's compliment. "Yessir, we try to do what we can for the less fortunate while trying t' make a livin'." Marcus shifted to the side to allow a few of his crew along with the port staff to lug a repulsorcart of carbonite onto the Galleon. "Now, Colonel, will there be anythin' else ya need from us?"

The Imperial officer held the smug look upon his features longer than Marcus thought comfortable. Miranda was busily running him through their database, with most ends ending up dead or no files existed. 404 error; hell yeah it existed in Star Wars.

"Not at the moment, Captain. Please," he ushered him over to where an aide stood, "come tell me more about Wild Veil. I was unaware that they had the purchasing power to acquire all of this. Perhaps port authorities would be apt to offer discounts should a larger contract be established."

More blasterfire and the swoosh of starfighters screamed above, with streaks of turbolaser fire lacing the upper atmosphere as capital ships began to exchange barrages of heavy weaponry. Marcus sent his eyes skyward as he stepped over to consult the good Colonel and his assistant.

"I think I might wait a minute, if you're alright with that. I should be able t' contact a corporate advisor if you'd like."

 

[Qyren Leret]

Allies: [member="Marcus Foster"] [member="Alexander Ontonas"]

Time was passing, and every minute made Qyren more aware that the skirmish could turn against them at any moment.

She glanced back into the platform. Marcus had moved aside with the officer; she swept her gaze across the anxious guards in the room, making note of their tense expressions and the way their eyes followed the movement of ships overhead while trying to keep an eye on Marcus's crew's movements. They were worried. Any attack would be expected. Qyren weighed the situation; though she had hoped to go unnoticed at first, it was apparent from the jumpiness of the guards that that wasn't going to happen. She raised her free hand, focusing on the easiest pair of guards she could see, and shoved them forward. Their feet left the floor slightly as they sailed toward the edge of the platform, but one man's boots hit and dragged against the metal just before both of them were sent tumbling off with joint screams of fright. As the remaining visible guards took to the offensive and looked for someone to blame, the Jedi passed through the shield and gave them a target to fire at that was not the undercover soldiers of the Galleon.

Her borrowed rifle she abandoned as soon as she passed through the door, choosing to go with her most familiar weapon. The blade of her lightsaber bounced incoming fire back at its source as she ran forward on light feet. This might have been easier with the full team, but Qyren would make it work. One Jedi could do a great deal of damage.

Deactivating the blade briefly, she dropped into a tumble, exhaling as she rose back to her feet and re-lit the blade, dismantling the rifle of one guard before lashing out stomach-high a kick at another, disrupting his potential attack. She turned as she brought her leg down and her blade spun, deflecting shots taken at her from other directions.

The Imperial officer and his assistant had moved, but they were less of a threat than the guards.

Arms suddenly encircled her; the unarmed guard was trying to pin her. Qyren's mouth tightened and she slumped in his grip and then thrust up with her strength and the Force, catapulting herself into the air and back over his head. The momentum forced him to follow her, causing him to release her and sending him falling to his back just as his ally was getting to his feet. Qyren redirected some of the incoming fire toward the rising guard; he fell again, clutching at his chest, and Qyren stomped on the stomach of the guard she had knocked back, causing him to gasp for air.

 

[Nikola Ticon]

Location: Taloraan City
Objective: Have some fun
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: One Sith, [member="First Daughter"]

Just as she circled him Nikola did the same, each of their actions reminiscent of two predators feeling each other out, one just as unpredictable as the other. A knot of anticipation twisted within his stomach, entwined with it a sense of nervousness, though he did his best not to let the latter overtake him. It might have been his first fight, and he might have been a touch overconfident, but at the very least he could claim to be at peace with the scenario. His saber spun in a loose circle as a testament to that, the tip of the blade remaining lazily focused on her form even as they made their rounds about each other.

"You just planning on standing there?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWZLsea7Ru8​

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Their blades clattered and sizzled as they continuously traded blow after blow, their movements beyond that of a mortal man's and with far more ferocity ever thought possible. With each strike they threatened to sunder the precipice they precariously dueled upon, the wind howling endlessly in their ears as they danced. Vornskr was the personification of violence, his entire mind and body geared to the overwhelming offensive to cut his foe into ribbons. Gabriel, on the other hand, was a bulwark to defend against the raging flames of the Sith Lord's rage, shielding the unfortunate and weak from his burning hunger. So far they were evenly matched, each of them anticipating each other's moves before they had even a chance to execute them. Seasoned warriors both, their battle seemed to continue on for eons as the two crimson blades slashed, jabbed, and tore up the bronze roofing beneath their feet.

Then Vornskr grunted as an involuntary spasm sent pinpricks of pain through his right arm and his fingers convulsed violently as Gabriel danced past his sloppy strike. Already the degradation of his flesh began to take its toll, the price of an unnatural body coupled with unnatural power gifted to him from the Dark Side of the Force, and even though this body was fairly new it was already breaking down at an alarming rate. His hiss of pain quickly transformed into a roar of anger as Gabriel capitalized on the Sith Lord's rare moment of weakness to slice through the outer layer of his black armor, easily shattering the armorplast vambrace that had been secured tightly around his forearm. Luckily instinct compelled Vornskr to yank himself away from [member="The Revenant"]'s strike, and he narrowly managed to avoid losing his right arm to his hissing blade. His face contorted in anger, his mouth curdling into a snarl as he spat out pure hate.

"Moronic cur! Cherish your momentary victory, for you shall not get another!"

The spasms in his right arm momentarily quelled Vornskr struck out with renewed vigor, his blade twirling easily in his hands as he delivered a voracious barrage of strikes and jabs aimed to target every aspect of one's defensive screen. He kept up this assault until the right moment when he could clatter away Gabriel's blade and swing his leg out to crash into Gabriel's knees to sweep him on his feet, incorporating his extensive knowledge of martial arts to shake up the battlefield.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Taloraan City
Objective: Terminate Intruders...... or arrest.
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: GA [member="Alexander Ontonas"]
Dice Roll: 1d6= 3 (miss)

Strider's advanced penetrating radar would confirm that his prey had evaded obliteration by thermal det and had tactically found new cover to perch behind. This cramped the old man's style, he wanted this target to be dead already. Pro longed firefights decrease odds of survival the longer it kept rolling on and this intruder is proving hard to kill, not for lack of trying either. It was time to up the anti!

The beskar clad warrior would ignite his jet pack, thrusting himself into the partially demolished reception area, exposing himself to Alex's overwatch. The enemy opened fired with his deadly mass driver weapon unleashing potential death upon the mandalorian warrior, for his armor was not going to stop the penetrating power of its projectiles. It was the risk the hound of keldabe took the moment he decided to be aggressive and sally forth. Was also the reason the old mando decided to use his jet pack and launch himself into the room in keeping himself a hard moving target.

The maneouver worked as he was able to dodge the deadly barrage and in return he would unleash a cone of flame towards the intruder in hopes of setting Alex's current location ablaze in the flames of hell. Strider would also use the flames as a divertionary tactic to begin enclosing on him. Aggressive yes, but this fight needed to end one way or another.

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: BATTLE SITH
LOCATION: ABOVE TALORAAN CITY
ENEMIES: THE ONE SITH; [member="Darth Rapax"]; [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]
ALLIES: THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE; [member="Chevu Visz"]

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All of the flurry of action gave Tachon more to focus on than usual. When he turned his bird up, he saw Chevu plummeting and the Sith swooping in, and looked around for something to help. Clipped to the saddle was a grappling hook, just what he needed. He gave Stormchaser a meaningful squeeze, grabbed the grappling hook, and slid off the saddle. The Fleft-wauf chirped its confusion and paused in the air, then drifted down in a manner befitting 'what just happened?'. Tachon steamlined himself to catch up to the Mirialan Jedi, hooked an arm around her, and fired the grappling hook upward. It latched around one of Stormchaser's saddle-straps. The massive bird, startled, took off. That played as both a gift and a curse. It was harder to hold on, but they were also harder to hit now. The Iridonian flicked the retract switch on the armament. The motor ground from strain, but slowly pulled them up toward the bird.

"At least we're not falling," Tachon mumbled, "If you have any tricks to help, that would be swell." his almost-sarcasm was rather dry, but he was trying to keep his cool. The day was still early, after all.