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Crimson Tide (Sith vs. Republic Invasion of Manaan)

In front of 619 Kolto Ln., Ahto City, Maanan
@Aronis Vilgarhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2699-aronis-vilgar/ | @Patricia Susan Garter | @[member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

Elani made a quick decision as to whether she'd kill the Jedi or the woman. She decided for the woman. As the grenade she had thrown was in the air, Elani would quickly roll away from Aronis into a jump to grab the detonator and throw it under the speeder Patricia hid in. Considering how long she had cooked the detonator, there would be little to no time to get a safe distance away.

Once the grenade left Elani's hand, she turned back to Aronis, eyeing him down with her bright hazel eyes. With her one saber in attack grip and the other still in defense grip, Elani engaged Aronis slowly. She spotted his damaged arm and decided upon capitalizing on it. "Ire, if you can hear me, activate the Z3 Aerial Attack Drones and send 'em into the city and get your ass down here!" Elani said into her commlink, directed at Ire'Rain.
 
@Aronis Vilgar | @Patricia Susan Garter | @[member="Elani Zambrano"]

This ended now. Turning and approaching the daughter of the Emperor, he saw he had the Republic's rather harlot-looking operative handled. So he'd take the Jedi Padawan, raising his hand, lightning surged forth once more from his body. The purple corrupted energy surged forward rapidly at the Jedi Padawan, wether he'd react in time was the difference between life and very painful death for the Jedi. Hopefully he'd make his choice quickly, and make the wrong one so Marcus could get along with his day.
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
No boom, that was bad. Peeking her head up she say the grenade roll under the speeder she took refuge in. This was going to suck, like a lot. "$@%# Me." she said before diving head first from the vehicle and through a window of a nearby shop. The speeder exploded into a ball of fire and shrapnel sending it in everyone's direction. The sith did not account for the fact that if you blow something up as large a speeder then it's pretty much like placing a claymore mine jacked up on red bull and spice. It would hit everything in the area of about fifteen meters.

Once Patricia dove through the glass it tore her dress and a few areas of her skin before the speeder blew sending her further with the shockwave. The concussive force and shrapnel pushed her forward and slammed her over a counter top, a few pieces of metal had cut her but she would be able to fight again once she caught her breath. However the sith troopers caught out in the open were not so lucky, the shrapnel tore through them killing them in a not so pleasent manner. The metal would go straight for the sith knight and the daughter of the emperor. Hopefully at least cutting them a bit.

Patricia lay there behind the check out stall dazed and feeling a bag of ass, oh what she would for a tequila sunrise right now and a bottle of aspirin. Gathering herself a look of rage came on her face, "Okay schutta, I get it now. I frakking get it." gathering herself she stood up and reloaded her weapons, this was not over and even if it killed her she would teach that sith a lesson. Her new favorite red dress her kind of boyfriend had bought for her. As soon as the smoke cleared she would engage again and take her down. @[member="Marcus Faust"] @[member="Elani Zambrano"] @[member="Aronis Vilgar"]
 
Aronis raised his lightsaber to deflect the lightning. However, it's sheer power over took him easily. It caught his lightsaber and threw it out of his hands, flinging it through the air. The now defenseless Jedi was caught in a torrent of lightning. His screamed in agony as it engulfed him. The pain was inbearable, the effects horrendus. He would be dead in less then a minute, if the Sith kept up.


@[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] @[member="Elani Zambrano"]

((OOC @[member="Marcus Faust"] : If you believe it absolutely necessary to kill him, you have my permission.))
 
Location: Near Sith supply depot
Objective: Survive, find medical supplies, and eliminate/distract Sith reserves around supply depot

Betna was in a bit of a pickle. It was a standoff without the other side knowing it. He'd not heard from the grunt on whether or not he'd managed to keep the Sith busy, but he hoped such was the case. Either way, Betna had one hell of a job to do just to get some decent medical supplies.

Luck seemed to be smiling on him, though, as the armored fighting vehicles started up and trundled off. The Mandalorian didn't know what exactly had happened, but he could see an opportunity when it came to him. Now that the vehicles were gone, that left maybe a squad of Sith guarding the depot. Betna poked his head back around to see just where everyone was.

He spotted two sitting on some crates chatting. Three more stood around having a smoke. The sergeant sat on an ammo can by a commlink and the last four were shifting crates and making a lot of noise. Betna weighed his options. The Sergeant would have to go first, he had easy access to the comms. The two chatting would die second as they were closest and would react faster than the three smoking. The smokers would go down third as they were farther away and therefore would be slower to react. The last four would have to be taken down with the reload or, if Arrbi felt lucky, a grenade, though he doubted he'd get all three in one go. The precious few seconds it took to arm and chuck a grenade would be better spent reloading the .44 revolver.

Nodding once to himself and taking a last look at the layout of his foes, Betna stood up and sneakily limped his way down to the first floor. He took a position by the door, one hand on the pistol at the ready, the other on the door handle. He took a few calming breaths and waited for the opportune moment.
 
In front of 619 Kolto Ln., Ahto City, Maanan
@[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

With Marcus dealing with the Jedi, Elani turned to look back at the now exploding vehicle. It's sheer force threw Elani back a few meters onto the ground. A few scrapes and scratches on her arms and legs, but nothing too worrisome. Girl grew up on Dathomir so these minor injuries were nothing.

As the smoke from the speeder thickened in the air, Elani could hear the annoying pest inside the shop. She ran over to the now dead republic commandos and grabbed every grenade she could, throwing one by one into the shop where Patricia had hidden. With 3 detonators inside of the shop, set to explode on contact, there would be a big mess.
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
Well that sucked, patrica stood up from the explosion and rubbed the dirt and grime of her. She had taken a good brunt of the explosion and it was not kind to her, but this wasn't a time to sit around with your hands in your pants and do nothing. A thick cloud of smoke enveloped the area and if it were her out there she would press the attack and finish things off. Reaching down to her other thigh she felt around to see if she still had it, feeling down she had her last of two thermal detonators. Pushing the pin she threw it out blindly into the smoke where she was hoping Elani would be. Not that it mattered if she was dead on the Kill radius for the grenade alone was 10 meters and the smoke would cover up the grenade if it did land by the sith. But that's when things got bad, ten grenades found their way inside the shop and they were about to pop off.

"Ho no she didnt." running over to the windows towards the back of the store Patricia fired both of her ten round magazines into the smoke trying to hit anything at this point as she ran. But that's when everything went to hell, the bombs went off and Patricia took the brunt of it again the sheer shock wave of the blast sending her flying through the window pane. Hitting the glass the hundred and twenty pound girl went through it with a bit of difficulty, cutting her and scraping her the glass cut into her arms and legs. It hurt her, this was not the sort of party she was used to but she would get through and get back up for what was right.

Oceanside was nice, the shop just happened to be at the edge of the platform. She flew threw the air and hit the edge rolling off the side of it, but before she could fall to a watery grave she grabbed the ledge and hung there for a few seconds in pain. She was hurt bad from the blast but at least she could walk, well more like limp at a fast pace. Hoisting herself up she coughed up a bit of blood then spat it out onto the ground bellow her. She had lost one of her pistols in the blast but that was expected. She had only to keep fighting until the day was won or she was dead. Laying there for a moment to gather herself she stood up and limped her way around to try and find a way to help the Jedi padawan before it was too late

@[member="Elani Zambrano"]
 
| @[member="Lan Raegin"] | @[member="Darth Apparatus"] | @[member="Selena Halcyon"] | @[member="Matsu Ike"] | @[member="TK-5914 Shank"] | @[member="Aerrah Katamirth"] |​

Location: Leaving AA Ring placement 3, and begin march into the center of the city.

Objective: Assist Darth Apparatus in Intensifying the Massacre.

ooc comment: Jumping back into this to assist Mr. Apparatus.

Holding the comlink that communicated to the Blackblade platoon that Valentina had tasked for a security sweep of the security building and area. The task was simple, eliminate any Republic forces found in the area. This was a relatively minor issue to her mind, being well behind sith lines she did not expect any significant amount of resistance.

That's when it happened, the platoon snuffed out the apparent hiding spot of a Jedi Master, known as Matsu Ike. Valentina could not tell exactly what Matsu did, but she could hear the screams of the platoon as they were quickly eliminated.

Much to the surprise of the young apprentice. Blackblades hunted Force Users, so to see the platoon wiped out so quickly the young apprentice found it as impressive as it was interesting, just what that Jedi harlot did to the poor platoon Valentina may never know.

That's when the Blackblade officer nearby the apprentice identified the master, her name, and her given name, The Butcher of Metalorn.

Around this time, Valentina expected a threat from this aggressive, blood thirsty, short, Jedi. Instead of that the young apprentice heard concerns about Valentina and the rest of Sith Empire's safety in regards to turbulent weather, and a polite offer to surrender.

A word weaved in defiant venom of nooo almost escaped Valentina's lips as she raised the comlink and considered her options, one being to have Blackblade Legion call in a bombing run to erase this, heart warming, compassionate,stomach churning, pint-sized terror. However her defiant overture found itself interrupted by repeating blaster fire from the squad of TK-5914 Shank over the comlink. In which case Matsu flew off, battering and murdering his squad too. Before TK-5914 began to chase the Jedi around Ahto city.

The young Sith wasn't exactly sure if Matsu's complaints were for the comlink or not, nevertheless she overheard it, as the transmission crackled to life.

From Jedi Master Matsu Ike. "Are you done sending faceless lackey's, I can fling them around all day and night well into eternity and they won't change a thing."

As the transmission faded into the background noise, Valentina's thoughts in reply was simple. Valentina had a seemingly limitless supply of so called "faceless lackeys" more aptly better known as "winions" to do her bidding, in the wake of the Emperor's will. And she had every intention of using them, she was anything but done.

In fact, she had only just begun.

As for TK-5914, the results at the security center was a job that was exceptional, forcing the Jedi Master out of the area, Valentina was confident that TK-5914 would "Beat the Butcher." Somewhere hidden in that saying perhaps lied irony due to your everyday butchers habitual action of beating meat, although any was not intentional.

Which leads us up to the present moment, Blackblade Legion was now bogged down in front of AA placement 3, advancement through to the Republic Embassy lied an impossible course, the Republic were being stubborn and had an absolute death grip on that AA ring, matters were further complicated with Valentina's downed gunship, that burning wreckage blocked advancement as well. Further developments had Darth Apparatus landing within the center of the city, it became clear that the way to victory was more simple, they were going to have to defeat Jedi grandmaster Selena Halycon directly to win this battle and secure the capital building.

With that in mind Valentina and Blackblade's advisor's whipped up a plan to quickly get themselves into the city center.

Most of the advancement would rely on heavy AT-TT cover, tanks, and a symphonic mix of artillary support through mostly held Sith lines and advancing into the weakest part of the Republic Forces.

And with that, they began mobilizing, and fast.

But before they left, they decided to leave a parting death kiss to the remaining Havoc Squad members within the area. If they wanted that anti-aircraft battery so bad, they could have it, but Valentina was not about to leave it, with it working.

An AT-TT lumbered forward, beginning to press on to the heart of the city and with its firepower at full blast it let the AA ring have it. Rocking the ring, and the second shot, was a dose that landed on the base of the gun itself, of course they could not be sure the extent of the damage, but the were sure it was massive, right before the AT-TT rounded the corner and stomped forward on its tour to the center of the city and Blackblade legion fell back and filed in to follow, marching west, combined with the remaining soldiers that survived the gunship downing and regrouped with the Legion, as fighters zoomed in providing top cover.

Such a bittersweet parting from Havoc Squad... a low blow, one were the Blackblade Legion got the last part in, and then started running, at least that is the way it appeared.

And now they were marching to the heart of the city, straight for Darth Apparatus and Selena Halcyon.
 
Location: Near a Sith supply depot
Objective: Capture supply depot, find medical supplies, survive

As a wing of gunships rumbled overhead, Betna seized the moment. He burst through the door and spotted the officer. The bark of his revolver and the man pitched over, a gaping hole punched through his body. The Mandalorian swung the pistol over before the officer hit the ground. Two more barks and the chatting pair were down with matching, fatal wounds in their chests. Betna advanced and swung the pistol once more. Three more barks and the smokers were down. Permanently.

As the men moving the crates realized what was happening and scrambled to grab weapons, Betna flipped the cylinder out of the revolver and dumped the spent casings. He reached into a belt pouch and ripped out a speed loader with six more .44 caliber bullets. Snapping the rounds into the cylinder and releasing the rounds, he snapped the cylinder back into the gun as he shoved the loader into the pouch it came from.

Raising the pistol once more and aiming at the remaining Sith troopers, Betna started firing again. One, two, three men fell before his gun, a tribute to both Betna's accuracy and the weapon's sheer stopping and killing power. The fourth man managed to get a shot off, hitting Betna in the shoulder joint, just where the shoulder guard met the bicep of his left arm. He felt his shoulder rock back and the arm momentarily go numb, but managed to bring the pistol up and put a round through the last trooper's forehead, ending the problem.

Scrambling to the supply crates, Betna found that his arm wasn't as badly injured as he'd feared, but he realized he wasn't quite able to use the full strength of the limb. Shrugging mentally, he replenished the four shells he'd spent and started rummaging through the crates. What he found gave him mixed emotions.

He could find no medical supplies other than a few more syringes of pain killers and bacta, which meant proper medical care would have to wait for now. What he did find, however, started giving him the germ of an idea. Multiple, high grade satchels of high explosive. What the Sith had planned to use them for, he had no idea, but Arrbi planned to put them to use.

Injecting more bacta and painkillers into his system, he then grabbed six or so of the satchels. They were heavy and would slow him down a bit more than he wanted to, even with the injuries to his leg, but he'd tough it out. He had to.

Keeping his pistol at the ready and his mind alert and sharp, Betna set out to the South. He wasn't sure if his plan would work, but he'd try like his life depended on it. Because, in the end, it may just.
 
| @[member="Darth Apparatus"] | @[member="Selena Halcyon"] |​

Location: Entering the City Center

Objective: Assist Darth Apparatus in Intensifying the Massacre.

As the Advance went forward, Valentina spoke to the commander.

"When we enter the heart of the city, do not engage the Grandmaster, leave that to me, and Lord Apparatus, assist in covering any vital military elements Lord Apparatus has there ."

The advance ran as expected as the Legion blitzed through the uncontested back streets of the city. Nobody expected this, there was nothing out here, it was of little strategic value and since the Sith Empire already had air dominance in that part of the city, but not the rest. The republic possibly felt there was little value in contesting for such streets, but there was one problem for the advance and the Blackblades rampaging through it.

There was a fortified bunker between the Legion and the city center that must be destroyed. As such the Blackblades had a plan for it. And they already had spotters calculating the bunkers coördinates. For the bombardment from a series of artillery pieces, they fired their weapons from their hidden locations.

After which they deployed and moved elsewhere finding new hiding locations behind the sith lines.

Now, into the center of of he city...with a fiery explosion of the artillary hitting the bunker, punctuating the arrival of the Blackblade Legion. Smoke and the nauseaus smell of scorched flesh and falling, smoking durasteel parts were scattered everywhere, and immediately the Legion began targeting Republic targets of interest.

...So here comes Valentina Clairemont...Sith catalyst during this entire battle and a thorn in the side of the Republic.

To say things escalated quickly…would be an understatement.

She walked up to the side of Darth Apparatus, her two blood-red sister sabers in hand…and she began studying the grandmaster, while at the same time keeping a respectable distance. She wasn't so obtuse as to think she could manage to take on the grandmaster head on herself. But she knew that two different foes, surrounding the grandmaster, Apparatus being a Sith Master himself, greatly increased their chances of success.

This was going to be...interesting.
 

Zrash'toul'frusku

Phoenix Legion's General
The City Center
Objective: Rescue the Imperator

Zrash and his men smashed the Sith left flank with terrifying ferocity for a small force. Even he joined in the fray, impaling one trooper with a lucky thrust and lobbing another's head off. The Sith seemed be doing little in the way of coordinating an attack against his advance. Midway through the assault Zrash and his trusted squad broke off and took a hole in the lines into the fray.


There were bodies everywhere, and the sound of something massive up head and surely there was. Looking up Zrash sighted what he could only describe as a some kind of massive aquatic mammal. he'd seen them before but never went to learn there race. And nearby the hulking behemoth was the was the Imperator. The man was laying on the ground, tattered, broke, and beaten. Zrash nearly lost his stomach at the sight in a flail of nerves.


He quickly took charge, however. "Infinate Two and Four! Covering fire! One and Three, help me get him outta there."


He ran toward the Imperator's broken form and hit the ground next to him before pulling a vial of bacta off his belt and jabbing it hard into the Imperator's arm, injecting him with an emergency dose. Infinite one and three then hoisted the Imperator and began dragging him back to the Republic line as Zrash stood and drew his vibrosword and pistol, covering the evac and keeping an eye on the Sith forces in the imminent area, occasionally gunning down the random Sith trooper as Infinites Two and Four fell in.


@Darth Apparatus @Selena Halcyon @Matsu Ike @Ronin Fel @Hion the Herglic @[member="Valentina Clairemont"]
 
@[member="Aronis Vilgar"] That takes a lot of maturity as a writer, and I really respect that. Before I get it over with, I think I should offer a way out.))

Pausing the wrath of his lightning momentarily, Marcus looked down on the injured Jedi laying before him with the slightest bit of pity. "Join me, and bring order to the galaxy." He stated, offering the young Jedi before him a life or death choice. With the Jedi at his feet, Marcus had his saber at the boy's throat. IT would be a shame for such valor to go to waste, but Marcus would end him if needed.
 
Location: Heading South to Sewer Filtration Relay
Objective: Get under the city and survive

His leg hurt. He couldn't feel his knee. He'd started using his rifle as a makeshift walking stick. His head ached, making him think that he'd suffered more damage than he thought. All in all, it was still a good day. Arrbi Betna was still alive and the pain told him so.

He resorted to sneaking from building to building once more, figuring it was only a matter of time before the depot had to check in or someone found the bodies. The Mandalorian couldn't afford to waste time and limped and hobbled as fast as he could with the added weight of the explosives. He guestimated that the satchels he had, cumulatively, would bring down a building like the one he had started the fight in, if the explosives were put in the right place. Betna certainly hoped so, otherwise he was out of luck.

Rounding a corner, Betna had to wait a minute or two for an armored column of reinforcements trundled to the front. They didn't bother checking their flanks and why should they? This was their territory now. Who would dare strike this far behind the lines? Were he uninjured and had the right equipment, Betna would. As it stood now, there wasn't a snowball's chance in Hell that the Mandalorian would survive the experience and he knew it.

As the last tank rolled out of sight, Betna checked again. All clear. Hobbling forward across the street, Betna ducked into the neighboring building and out of sight. Meandering through the office building's confusing interior, Betna soon found himself looking out a door to the water relay station. Better known as a sewer access hatch. Fortunately, there was plenty of cover to hide him as he approached. Unfortunately, more Sith troops stood guard on the other side. Ironically enough, it was a medical station. Cursing his luck, Betna crouched down out of sight and thought a moment.

Continue the plan or risk grabbing medical supplies...
 
@[member="Arrbi Betna"]
Location: Manaan mesical depot near sewer relay.
Objective: Repel oposition and kill Mandalorians if possible.


Unlike many of the Sith mystics and egomaniacs, Talon Vosra was a simple bwing. He was a soldier, a commander of troops and an oportunist. If an way to complete an objective arose he rook it. As a comander He was willing to sacrifice troops in the right situations, but he was a soldier's soldier and hated wasting assets. He stood in the observation post his grey armor bended in with the duracrete walls and hastily erected communication post. The medical facility was his primary concern but he desperately wanted to be fighting Mandos in Kaas city. His face was grim as he held a military grade comlink up to listen to orders. His helmet was tucked under his arm and a blaster rifle rested on his shoulder.

He was to begin preparations to move part of his company to reinforce the Sith lines and leave the rest at the medical depot. He didn't like deviding troops but those were his orders. With luck he'd find a good fight along the way.
 
Aronis glared at the Sith, not saying a word. He blocked out the noise around him. He looked for his saber, but didn't see it. He could join the Sith or die. The Sith. . . Of all the abominations in the galaxy. Order? He wanted to laugh, did they call this order? This was pure chaos and they had caused it. The Sith were the very thing he was fighting to destroy. To join them would be breaking ever moral value he had and more. He thought about trying to escape, but how? He could push him back with the Force perhaps. But outrun the Sith? Without his lightsaber, it would be hopeless. With the condition he was in, he would be overtaken easily.

Die? The thought lingered in his mind. Maybe that was the best choice? He could die a hero and escape this galaxy of misery and pain and chaos. He would never have to worry about anything again. But what about the millions of people harmed by this war? He would have failed to help them. They would still live in this hell, plaged by the struggles of the Jedi and the Sith. What would he gain from dying? Wouldn't it be better to at least try?

He thought about tricking the Sith, but how? He would know if he lied. Besides he had never been a good liar. That wasn't an option. His thoughts lingered back to the Republic, the Empire. Did it matter who he fought for? Were they not both responsible for this? Perhaps if one side won, then this could all be over? Maybe they could unite the galaxy? But no, he doubted that there would ever be peace. The moments seemed to last years, decades as he processed the thoughts.

The Republic, they had attacked Ossus, Nar Shaddaa, Metalorn. Were they not the agressors? And yet they claimed to be liberating the galaxy. Is that really what those millions of people on Nar Shaddaa wanted? But the Empire, killers of innocents, slavers, and hadthey not attacked the Mandalorians? He looked down the street at the rubble, dead bodies and utter destruction and he was flooded with the thoughts of death and the peace it would bring.

He looked back at the Sith, glaring at him. He had made his decision. He could only pray and hope it was the right one.

"I will join you. . . . ." He spoke in almost a whisper, he could hardly believe himself, what he had just said. He had no clue what would happen next, what his life would be like from now on. He had joined his enemies, he would be forced to fight his friends. . .

((Sorry it's so long))

@[member="Marcus Faust"]
 
Rianna looked at those around her for a moment she was not sure but she felt no danger she moved along with them as far as she could, then the softness of a whisper someone reached out through the force Rianna turned her head seeking the presence. Though she knew she had to get to the others she knew she could not leave someone who needed help. Sensing her way, as she moved away from them.

A careful step, as she looked around unsure if there was a trap as she went toward the sensation of who she felt. She pricked her ears listening and then moved standing above looking down flights of stairs, there she saw him @[member="Flint Dexen"], though she did not know his name now his presence in the force was a bit stronger but his weakness of what was wrong was slowly diminishing his presence there. Rianna ran down the steps till she was by his side.

Quickly she reached over turning him to where she could look into his face, his lips were blue his skin pale, she flipped her bag open and took out one of the three small packets she had, within moments of ripping the aluminum looking pouch open she unfolded it, it was silver and shimmered, then formed into a blanket. She took the metal looking blanket wrapping it around his shoulders and pulling it to where it would hold some body heat.

This Jedi, he must not now tapas. Rianna took her hands, and then took his hands into hers feeding the heat to him to warm him. He needed dry clothing, that she did not have. She released his hands and then rubbed his calves she knew she needed to stimulate the blood, and get him warm.
 
OBJ: Spectate the duel b/w Apparatus and Halcyon
LOC: Sitting inside police cruiser, 50 meters off

| @Darth Apparatus | @Selena Halcyon | @[member="Valentina Clairemont"]​
After the situation at the AA site went awry and out of Vael's hands, he decided upon retreating towards the center of Ahto City, where more amusing action would be taking place. his little cruise, avoiding as much combat and sight as possible, took him to the "center" of the city. Well, more like a bunch of meters away. Far off into the distance, he spotted a brawl between Sith and Jedi. And by the looks of it, the two fighting were incredibly powerful in their own respective alignments.

Vael managed to stop a group of Sith troopers before they joined the battle against the Republic's troopers. He managed to get a Gorgon Web Rifle from one of them. After a quick rundown on how to use it, Vael readied himself to drive into the fray and aid the Sith Lord in the distance.
 

Flint Dexen

Wandering Lost Soul
@[member="Rianna Organa"]

Flint shivered slightly as he felt the Jedi Master draw near. He turned his head sideways, and looked up at the female Jedi that was now his savior. The water hadn't been at all warm, and it didn't help that swimming had ended up draining what little energy he had left from combating the powerful Sith Knight. "Thank you..." Flint voiced his message using the Force to the Jedi as she wrapped the silver shimmering blanket around him.

Although the blanket would greatly help in keeping him warm, Flint knew that he had to have another source in which he could use to maintain his body heat. Although he had never been directly rained in the Force technique Tapas, Flint had the general idea of what he was going to do. It was also helpful that the neccessity to survive fueled his determination to succesfully pull off this technique.

As the Jedi Healer warmed him, Flint called on the Force to draw heat to his body. It was similar to putting up a Force shield, which was no easy task. However, fueled with the determination to survive, Flint soon felt the Force keeping his heat within his body. The Jedi Knight was feeling slightly better now, and he pulled off the soaked brown Jedi robe, revealing his light brown tunic underneath.

"My name is Flint Dexen. You must be Master..." Flint said through the Force, still too tired to speak. He hadn't had the chance to personally meet this Jedi Master before, thus didn't know her name, but he knew she was part of the Jedi Council.
 
@[member="Tanis Ashfall"] @[member="Snowflame"] @[member="Ronnie Vexis"]

The size of the combined Republic fleets had been a little alarming to the Sith. Combined they outnumbered the first fleet by three to one! However, just as Shadow was about to reconsider the wisdom of engaging, a message came through.
"Lord Shadow, Admiral Kael's Fleet has arrived."
Shadow quickly scanned the displays and discovered that both sides were now more or less even. "Excellent, tell him to move forward and engage those Republic patrol vessels. Soon we will fall upon the enemy with our combined forces."
The battle had begun in earnest.

Character Name: Darth Shadow
Fleet Code: SE2 (Reinforcements)
Turn: 1
SE2A
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: "Imperium" Ranator Battlecruiser (Light Guns)
MOVING: 06.14 -> 06.11
FIRING: N/A
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: All Weapons and Shields Prepared. All fighters launched and occupying same hex.

SE2B
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: "Devastator" Palleon MkII Star Destroyer (Upgraded)(Balanced)
MOVING: 05.14 -> 05.11
FIRING: N/A
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: All Weapons and Shields Prepared. All fighters launched and occupying same hex.

SE2C
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: "Vengeance" Palleon MkII Star Destroyer (Upgraded)(Balanced)
MOVING: 07.14 -> 07.11
FIRING: Gold 2 – 10.06
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: All Weapons and Shields Prepared. All fighters launched and occupying same hex.

SE2D
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: "Thunderer" Xo’Xaan Heavy Cruiser (Heavy Guns)
MOVING: 06.14 -> 06.10
FIRING: Gold 2 – 10.06
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL:

SE2E
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: "Thunderer" Xo’Xaan Heavy Cruiser (Heavy Guns)
MOVING: 07.14 -> 07.11
FIRING: Gold 2 – 10.06
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL:

SE2F
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: "Purgatory" Avarice Heavy Cruiser (Light Guns)
MOVING: 06.14 -> 06.11
FIRING: N/A
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: All Weapons and Shields Prepared. All fighters launched and occupying same hex.

SE2G
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: "Destiny" Sadow Heavy Cruiser (Balanced)
MOVING: 07.14 -> 07.11
FIRING: Gold 2 – 10.06
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: All Weapons and Shields Prepared. All fighters launched and occupying same hex.

SE2H
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: "Malice" Zash Cruiser (Balanced)
MOVING: 06.14 -> 06.10
FIRING: N/A
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: All Weapons and Shields Prepared. All fighters launched and occupying same hex.

SE2I
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: "Fury" Alchemist Frigate (Light Guns)
MOVING: 05.14 -> 05.11
FIRING: N/A
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: All Weapons and Shields Prepared.

SE2J
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: "Rend" Alchemist Frigate (Light Guns)
MOVING: 06.14 -> 06.11
FIRING: N/A
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: All Weapons and Shields Prepared.

SE2K
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: "Maim" Alchemist Frigate (Light Guns)
MOVING: 07.14 -> 07.12
FIRING: N/A
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: All Weapons and Shields Prepared.

SE2L
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: "Ballista" Adamantine Frigate (Fires as HC, suffers 2x damage) (Heavy Guns)
MOVING: 06.14 -> 06.11
FIRING: N/A
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: All Weapons and Shields Prepared.

SE2M
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: "Arbalast" Adamantine Frigate (Fires as HC, suffers 2x damage) (Heavy Guns)
MOVING: 06.14 -> 06.11
FIRING: N/A
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: All Weapons and Shields Prepared.

SE2N
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: "Arrow" Adamantine Frigate (Fires as HC, suffers 2x damage) (Heavy Guns)
MOVING: 06.14 -> 06.11
FIRING: N/A
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: All Weapons and Shields Prepared.

SE2O
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: "Onagar" Adamantine Frigate (Fires as HC, suffers 2x damage) (Heavy Guns)
MOVING: 06.14 -> 06.11
FIRING: N/A
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: All Weapons and Shields Prepared.

SE2P
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: "Trebuchet" Adamantine Frigate (Fires as HC, suffers 2x damage) (Heavy Guns)
MOVING: 06.14 -> 06.11
FIRING: N/A
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: All Weapons and Shields Prepared.

SE2Q
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: "Lance" Adamantine Frigate (Fires as HC, suffers 2x damage) (Heavy Guns)
MOVING: 06.14 -> 06.11
FIRING: N/A
SHIELDS: 100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: All Weapons and Shields Prepared.

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Please label your ships going from the top as A,B,C etc, IE SE1A as it makes it easier to refer.

HEXES:
GR2
12.03 - GR2A, D, E, N, O, P, Q, R
13.03 - GR2B, J, K, L, M
11.03 - GR2C, F, G, H, I

GR1
10.04 - GR1A, B, C, D, E
10.06 - GR1F, G, H, I, J, K

SE1
11.12 - SE1A, E
12.12 - SE1B, G
11.11 - SE1C
12.11 - SE1D
10.12 - SE1F, H
10.11 - SE1I

SE2
06.10 - SE2D, H
07.11 - SE2C, E, G
05.11 - SE2B, I
06.11 - SE2A, F, D, L-Q
07.12 - SE2K

Firing:
GR1 - Gold 2 - 10.06 - 1 x Balanced Star Destroyer, 2 x Heavy Guns Heavy Cruisers, 1 x Balanced Heavy Cruiser
 
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Location: Near Sith Medical Post and Sewer Filtration Relay Station
Objectives: Enter city sewers, avoid contact, survive

Betna shook his head. The post had too much movement going on. Trying to take medical supplies was too risky. He'd have to suck it up and push on to complete his personal objectives. The problem was, however, that the troops milling around the medical post could move out at any second. He could easily pin down the whole lot with his rifle and some well placed shots, but that would cost him time. Time he didn't have. He needed them to either move out or get distracted by something.

The amount of movement told him the troops may be moving relatively soon, but the armored column he'd spotted earlier at the depot told him that it probably wouldn't be soon enough to help him out much. Betna needed a distraction, it seemed. He sat out of sight and thought a moment as he drummed the fingers of his free hand against the satchels of high explosives. That's when it hit him.

He had six satchels of explosives and, if his guessed calculations were correct, he'd only need four to do the job, he just wanted more just in case he was off. Thinking a moment, he pulled a pair of satchels off and set them down. Pulling out the explosives, he got to work.

He placed the one explosive on the central support structure of the building, namely the turbolift and stairwell. The charge was big enough to crack the spine of the building, but alone, the charge wouldn't bring the structure down as the building's outer shell would keep the structure upright. The Mandalorian set the second charge on the inside of the outer corner of the building, closest to the Medical Post. He made sure the charge was tucked above a ceiling panel and adhered to the outer wall. He didn't want anyone to spot the bomb early and disable the explosives.

Arrbi then set the outer charge on a twenty five minute detonation and armed the explosive. He then armed the charge set on the building's spine and rigged it to blow in fifteen minutes. The end result would be a pair of delayed explosions to first draw in the Sith and then to kill the investigators. Anything secondary would be a bonus, but unintended as far as Betna figured.

Satisfied that his work was done, Betna quietly sneaked out of the building. He kept to the cover and low crawled where he could, grateful that his normally black armor and red flight suit was now a mottled mix of gray, black, and beige from the debris, dust, and charcoal from the building that fell on him earlier. He blended in perfectly and by low crawling from cover to cover while staying out of sight, he would be almost, if not completely, impossible to spot. What would be difficult was the last dozen yards or so. The area around the sewer access was fairly clear and open, which meant anyone could see him if they looked over. His only hope would be to make a mad dash to safety, which would be difficult given his leg injury and extra weight he carried.

His leg felt fine, though a little weak around the knee. Part of Betna's brain tried to tell him that he was fine now and could use the leg perfectly, but the Mandalorian knew that was just the bacta and painkillers. The injury was still there and would still slow him down, but thankfully it wasn't hurting when he put some weight on it. Only when he tried to twist it or bumped the impalement site against something did it hurt badly, though not nearly like when he'd removed the rebar.

After what seemed to be hours, but was only fifteen minutes, Betna heard the crump of the central charge go off. The sound was clearly heard all the way to the Medical Post and probably beyond. Betna felt the shock wave in his chest even though he was halfway to the sewer entrance and out of the direct path between the Medical Post and the building he'd rigged up.

Arrbi slowed down and tucked himself carefully under an outcropping of debris so he was out of direct sight. He doubted anyone would come this way and, even if they did, unless they specifically looked under the shelf of rubble, they wouldn't see him. Still, Betna kept his grip tight on the revolver and kept the weapon ready for use. Ret'lini. Just in case.
 

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