Descent: Incursion Finale

The Foreman · Oct 2, 2017

The combined military forces of the Galaxy had struck harder and faster than the Incursion Forces had prepared for. Plans were accelerated. The machine was beginning to activate ahead of schedule.

PvE Generator Team

[member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Andorreth Vikar"] | [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Archim Calixis"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Atlas Kane"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Captain Ironbeard"] | [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Jessica Matthews"] | [member="Jorah"] | [member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Mishel Zanteres"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Tempest"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Zai Avery"]

Sensing something the Foreman had fled to a room filled with light. The beam had carried him down from the ring into the centre of the machine itself.

Those that break fast the machines left to delay the invaders find themselves in a strange place where the laws of physics do not hold.

Gravity is not consistent. Floating platforms are not aligned and can be leapt between. A sense of up and down does not seem to work here.

The machinery here is old. Almost organic looking. It does not match the ring station.

This is a DM'd storyline.

PvE Terminal Team

[member="Venthis Zambrano"] | [member="Vindica"] | [member="Astromech DD2-R8"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Ylva Solveig"] | [member="Nima Tann"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Tempest"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Caelag Vass"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Venefica"]

Allies of Onyx have changed their minds and no longer want to see their plan through to completion. As the machine below starts to power up Onyx directs it from his control room.

This is a DM'd storyline.

PvP group

Continue your fights or join one of the PvE groups.

Ground Battle

[member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Kyle Raymus"] | [member="Lord Mettallum"] | [member="WD-334"] | [member="Ranulph Tarkin"] | [member="Max Fel"]

Incursion forces rally and dig in for a last stand. You may continue writing the battle or proceed on foot to join a PvE group.

There will be no further DM'ing of this.

Fleet Battle

An iridescent field appears to protect the station. It also leaves the Incursion fleet with no retreat. You are cut off from events on the station itself but some patchy comms might break through the field.

Inversion forces have one final trick to play. Stealth fields collapse to reveal swarms of droid fighters, bombers and boarding ships filled with droid forces right on top of the command ships of the fleet. By destabilising command they hope to buy more time. You may continue writing the battle. There is an opportunity for more personal Roleplay with PC commanded ships taking the heat.

There will be no further DM'ing of this. There might be a twist to come.

Ylva Heavenshield · Oct 2, 2017

Location: PvE Route 2 - Terminal, right corridor (Zircon).
Objective: Survive.
Allies: [member="Aster Rose Baelor"], [member="Caelag Vass"]

Everything was happening too fast for Ylva to try to make sense of, the noxious gasses had clouded her mind and marred her concentration while the rest of the group had sought out answers to the puzzle that they'd been trapped in; such technological marvels were so far stretched from the life that she had lived that her lack of experience with anything of the sort had more or less rendered her inept and otherwise useless to provide them with any real advice. Instead she had chosen to stick close to the Princess of the Iron Empire's own, [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] of whom the pair had been rocked by the series of explosions yet otherwise managed to break through with the rest of the group before the mechanical spiders could reach them.

Others had joined the group now, Ylva looking to the corridor they had come from with great skepticism, her mind was light and struggled to follow it all. She had managed to be spared of the metallic, organic fluid that had previously touched down upon the fur and leather coat of her armor, having stripped herself of the outer layer what she bore now were the chain mail of Phrik atop typical civilian leather. Slung across her shoulder, she still carried her war bow as were the twin war Axe's holstered against her hips and yet as the droid [member="HK-36"] had pointed out previously, her ability to combat what they had faced thus far had been nothing short of dismal. Those others around them who used the same powers that Théodred had introduced her too, had been far more their worth in the mix of all things than she was.

Never before had she been so at odds with herself, Ylva Solveig who survived and thrived upon the wild lands of natural worlds and scaled terrains most would be intimidated by, had otherwise found her match in such a place. She carried no lightsaber nor fancy armors, hers were hand made of leather and iron cut from the kills she herself had collected and salvaged from fallen debris; the realization that she were little more than a pale face helpless before the assistance of the others both angered and shocked her immensely. In the brief moments where they might catch their breath or re-evaluate their plan to move on ahead, upon the back of her mind was the ever growing frustrations and doubt that perhaps here, all that she had struggled to survive and experience in the wilds and outside worlds, it all counted for nothing.

WolfMortum · Oct 2, 2017

Location: PvP - Tatarus
Opposition: [member="Zodan Osyk-Drul"]
Objective: Overcome the Dark Side of the Force and Prevail.
Equipment: Robes of Zhaelor, Lightsabers of Svivren, Promissium Annulos.

Zodan had volunteered himself to the organic poisons that had been unleashed upon the place, freely taking it in of his own will and drawing upon the Darkness that the Contingency had unleashed otherwise empowered himself within the veil of aggression that flooded over his natural presence within the Force. Veiere who had managed to keep himself at bay from the possessive life-stream of these so called Iron Knights had watched on in disbelief and awe, his words shouted back at his opponent in want to stop the man yet knowing already how unhinged and willing to strike the Jedi Master down, had to keep his distance for the sake of his own.

"This is Madness...!"

Any pre-requisite for peace between them had been rendered void, already the Force pooled to Veiere warning him that there was nothing left to their rival of one another than to enter into conflict. If he were able to best this man than perhaps at the end, he could be offered mercy and seek an ultimatum to his blood lust; yet the share look of hated upon the face of [member="Zodan Osyk-Drul"] left nothing to be imagined.

"Stand down...-This 'Contingency' is the real enemy, they threaten everything!"

He tried to reason with the man and yet Veiere himself had already drawn upon his lightsaber, the hilt of the two connected by the center, a two handed grip for which he activated only one side and brought it high into a readied stance, like a Knight bearing down a broad sword, the strength in which he sought to use to fend of this man, he hoped would be enough to rival this new presence Zod had taken in on himself. The snap-hiss of green ambient light screaming out from the hilt to radiate down on his right side seemed to contradict his want for pause, though his instincts and reliance upon the guidance of the Force told him it was too late for wishful thinking, Veiere took a step back, pressing his weight to his right foot and positioning himself defensively in wait for his foes attack.

Jsc · Oct 2, 2017

Jessica was transported to the center of the machine.

Fighting the spiders had caused her to back into a beam of light unknowlingly. Instantly the chamber disappeared and she was warpped into a strange new world. An organicly wild metallic playground. A playground in which the laws of physics did not apply. Yet, a metal beast retreated from them. The Foreman was making his escape.

"Where are we... Oh!?"

Gravity shifted and Jessica found herself near floating.

"Good heavens!?"

Then she began to understand. This was the machine. The Foreman was not retreating. He was not escaping. He was going to it's centerpoint. This was last of all things.

"Well. Time to get serious then, I suppose."

The masterful wizard then rotated herself into the strange floating air. Gathering to herself an unworldly familiarity with terrain unseen. Gravity unknown. Physics be damned. She would aid the others indeed and see this machine destroyed.

* * *

As others began to arrive in the near vacinity, Jess would point towards the retreating Foreman and shout from her otherworldly perch high above them,

"Look there! He is getting away! ...Mind the gravity and your footing, oh brothers! We must stop him before it is too late!"

The descent had begun.

Kurayami Bloodborn · Oct 2, 2017

PvE Route 1 ( Generator- [member="Onyx"], [member="Diamond"], [member="The Foreman"] )
Allies: Whoever goes into the light I suppose.
Objective: Find a means to stop the insanity

Kurayami had taken little time to consider his options when he saw the hulking droid bound away out of the room. Something was happening, something that seemed to make the machines themselves uneasy this would definitely be worth investigating. The answers he sought had to be down whatever path that huge droid had just gone down. He was readying himself to follow when he heard [member="Rainbone"] imitating a dog barking and saw him pull at the hand of [member="Archim Calixis"]. Clipping the saber back into place behind the left holster on his hip, he began to make his way from the room, following the path that [member="The Foreman"] took.

He kept a steady pace until reaching the pillar of light in the ring shaped room. Doubt crept in making him wonder if he would survive stepping into the light, if all the answers were that way then he had no choice. It also seemed that it was the only way forward into the depths of the Machine itself. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the possibility that this was truly the end of the line. Stepping forward he quickly found out that no, he had not been disintegrated, but he was being transported downwards. Or at least what would have been down. The new surroundings were truly fascinating.

Truly ancient machinery and yet it looked organic in nature, not nearly as mechanical as he had come to expect. It was also clear that within this place there was no sense of direction. There were platforms floating at many different angles and heights. Some of which seemed to violate any known laws of the universe. Something had warped gravity here perhaps. Moving through here would take careful planning making sure he could make the leap between platforms. scanning what he could with the sensors in his helmet he began to map out a route on his HUD. It was only able to calculate for a few platforms ahead given the size and nature of the place, but it would work. With that, he set off making his way towards the heart of the Machine itself. He could not allow this to finish activating.

Jessica Med-Beq · Oct 2, 2017

Objective: Grounding
Allies: TBD
Enemies: TBD

"The enemy is cornered inside the capital"

Destroying the citadel and the enemy forward command center was not the end of the campaign. While the enemy suffered heavy losses, all around the Machine, and in multiple zones, including but not limited to the enemy compound, she knew the battle was far from over. From what she could tell, the remaining allied forces attacking the capital city of Tartarus were concentrated around two areas: the generator and the terminal. Victory was edging close at hand; after the events of Ossus, nothing could make her happier than to defeat enemies that wanted nothing better than to slaughter innocent organics. The enemy dug in deep, inside a network of trenches, but the question that remained was: would the enemy be willing to divert aircraft from orbit in an attempt to provide CAS to their own ground forces? Or the enemy would rather keep their fighters or bombers in orbit? Her army has taken up position along the hills that overlook the now-totalled enemy forward command center, while the enemy army was the only thing left standing between them and the two remaining targets of strategic value.

"Machineguns, missile infantry on top, indirect-fire weapons behind the hill!"

"Our own suppressive fire is out of range from the enemy positions; how to lure the enemy out?"

"Aim at their anti-aircraft units; that ought to stun them into place by fear of an airstrike until aerial reinforcements come. Iron hand operation is a go"

Except that their own anti-aircraft out-ranged their own field artillery, arrayed hull-down so as to enable the possibility of falling back while still having some cover to do so with limited losses. Now they were using rocket artillery to perform an "iron-hand" mission which, in Silver Jedi lingo, meant that they were attempting to suppress enemy air defenses using ground-bound means. In particular, a third volley of two thermobaric charges was fired by each Hwacha, intent on bringing brimstone to the area around and whatever enemy units are left to defend and support anti-aircraft. Given the wide blast radius of those thermobaric charges... it's going to hit not only anti-aircraft but also still being some distance away from the generator or the terminal, enough to avoid any collateral damage, since there were no confirmed friendlies between the enemy AA and either objective. But she knew that thermobaric charges would alert the enemy to their presence, provided there were survivors in other areas.

Infantry:
1000 Silver Jedi regulars
200 Silver Jedi heavy weapons infantry

[*]Artillery:

36 Irnfall main battle tanks
36 Hwacha MLRS

[*]Aircraft:

24 RZ-3 A-Wing Interceptors
24 Chiloon-class bombers

Tempest · Oct 2, 2017

The Enemy: [member="The Foreman"] [member="Onyx"]
Allies: [member="Nima Tann"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Enyo Typhos"] [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] [member="HK-36"]

The plan had worked. The telekinetic wave had picked up and slammed the explosive drones into the final door blocking their path. They were free and clear to complete their objective. Only…what was that?

Whispers afflicted her mind. The usual.
You cannot trust those around you. I know, but I trust them more than madness whispers.
You cannot stop what is coming. No offence, but you droids couldn’t stop a beach ball, even a deflated one!
Soon all will be destroyed. Lovely, now make it happen.

Where they entered next was impressive though. A vast, arched room covered in pillars and baroque majesty. To the sides she could see the view out to the ring world and the sphere within. Ahead, she could see a great figure on the throne, a shield protecting it and hiding its shape from her.

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They would not get there unopposed though. Suddenly, from the colonnades and above there came opposition; real opposition.

Spiderlike droids, similar to those the Grounding had probably faced, emerged, aiming their heavy cannons at the group. The main force was composed of skeletal droids with sonic, gauss and disrupter weapons at the group.
Behind these came a massive droid, six metres long, and armed with a massive blasting cannon.

From the ceiling there came a sound, and a further menace appeared. Lasers mounted far above attempted to blast at the floor and catch anyone caught by them into deep fried pieces of meat…or metal. These lasers were similar to the composite beam turrets mounted on old Republic gunships.
Fortunately, there was a second before the laser impacted that the location it'd hit would be illuminated. Quick reflexes were needed to escape this attack, and those from the droids.

The party would have to think quickly to face so many threats at once.

HK-36 · Oct 3, 2017

When [member="Vindica"] and [member="Kor Vexen"] looked at HK, spurred on by some sort of dark influence possibly, the droid just kind of scratched his ass-plate, adjusting the way his heavy cloak rested over it and the way chitinous armored plates covered it, just to make sure it was all properly covered as he pulled out his slicing spike from the terminal he was trying to slice, deciding that, surprisingly, slicing was an apparently useless skill when fighting the Contingency since it got them nowhere so far. Most of their advancement through the base was actually done pretty much solely just through brute force and strong arming or exploding their way through the last door to stand in their way.

Either way, the machine would grab his two heavy Magnetic Revolvers, ready for battle and running off with the others as their group begun to push further through the door they blew up so wisely. However on the way there the machine stumbled slightly as he picked up an unusual message, one from [member="Archim Calixis"], or specifically from his message buoy, receiving the message as he was about to cross the threshold deeper into the station, it would not be the same route as Archim took, leading somewhere else, but presumable the two pathways would be close enough to each other at least so HK could receive the recorded transmission. Should they fail he would honor Archim's request, the best he could at least, since he knew that even if Incursion succeeded that day and all organic life would end, he would be alright, even if his body was destroyed he would be reborn back on Denon or Abregado or one of his other hideouts, of course then there would be the issue of remembering Archim's request but that was another matter. HK wished he would have thought of some sort of, well contingency plan, in case contingency won, not in the way of continuing the fight since at the dawn of organics' end he would lead the new droid resistance anyway, but more in a way of saying goodbye to those organics who would be gone at that instant. At least those that mattered the most and were not already there fighting the Contingency besides him.

The droid did not had any backup transmission buoys like Archim had, but he knew galactic conflicts well enough that for every battle there would always be a swarm of holonet news vultures circling overhead looking for views and ratings to seep out of tragedies and great conflicts. So the machine opened up his comm lines and directed a long range transmission upward, into the planetary orbit on public channel. The chances were that his message would not reach anyone from beneath the Machine, but HK calculated there was enough chance that he might reach drones or probe droids from journalists and reporters like [member="Julie Koven"] or [member="Fabian Stelar"] and get his message out that he had to try. Unknowingly his message could also reach other Metal Lord forces like [member="WD-334"] or [member="Lord Mettallum"],

This is Iron Lord Protector Above Denon,

His transmission begun as he moved with others deeper into the station,

The Machine has activated, I am currently leading a taskforce of Metal Lords alongside other Galactic powers, free droids, cyborgs, and organics allied together to face this grave threat as one.

As his transmission played he would show the footage sent to him by Archim, of the pillar of light into which others were stepping through, and the opening into a cathedral-like structure he was looking at through a large hole blown open, still smoldering and charred,

We are about to enter the installation's inner sanctums and attempt to shut it down before it is too late. Please, relay this message further to Denon, there is something I want someone to know in case we will fail. [member="Kida"], is it just you and me in the wreckage of the worlds? That must be so confusing for a little girl. I know you are going to need me there with you, but I might lose myself, and I am afraid you might lose me too. My knowledge keeps them alive, but it is making me crazy, and I need to save you, but who is going to save me? Please, forgive me for everything I do, if I will not remember you.

And with that the transmission would conclude and the droid would commit to stepping into the arched room alongside [member="Tempest"], [member="Ylva Solveig"], [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Aster Rose Baelor"], and whoever else would still come through with them. Almost immediately at the sight of the enemy ranks the droid would lounge forward, rolling on the ground towards the nearest cover and crouching down behind some larger debris they scattered out when the door to the room was exploded in. Peeking out from behind the cover HK had a quick scan of the enemy force,

"Oh come on!"

The machine sounded out,

"Those look almost exactly like my designs,"

With much annoyance he slotted on two computerized scopes on his revolvers, connecting his scanners and trackers to them the droid would lift his revolvers up over the cover and plot trajectory towards some of the Incursion infantry, opening up fire from his hypervelocity pistols as his wrists bent back unnaturally and fired on them while the rest of his body remained behind cover, at least for now before the fire from heavy cannons and composite turrets would force him to change positions.

"Except cheaper crappier knock offs of them! It is like they used up all their resources on planning elaborate traps and the decor of the place so when it came to the actual army they had to cut corners something fierce!"

The droid quipped before adding,

"Sniper!"

He addressed [member="Caelag Vass"],

"The big centipede looking machine thing! Its power unit is exposed, about halfway down its back! I recon you have the highest intensity energy weapon out of all of us here, try to trigger it with your rifle and it should take out a big chunk of them in the process!"

Enyo Typhos · Oct 3, 2017

[member="Tempest"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Ylva Solveig"], [member="Caelag Vass"]

For no logical reason, Enyo heard random voices in her head. Why? One might also ask why the robots dropped glitter on people and made them press buttons, instead of trying to kill them when they had the chance.

Your struggle is futile. Your incompetence is astounding. Will you drop glitter again? the cyborg thought, her mind filled with contempt.
You are being led to your doom. Will there be more glitter and speechifying from your inept Pantomime overlord?
The machine is ready. And you'll probably press the wrong button and blow yourself up because you didn't read the manual. You're not galactic conquerors, just a bunch of dumb children who got their hands on a superweapon.

In short, it was pretty futile to attempt to get her to feel intimidated by the so called Contingency. They were children - plain and simple, and Archangel's greatest creation was largely annoyed at this point. So she ignored the random voices that came out of the aether.

And so she ended up in a ridiculously baroque room. It looked shiny and grandiose. There was even a gilded throne. It looked like the kind of room Sio Kerrigan would hold court in. This only increased Enyo's contempt for the Shards. They were decadent and effete.

Anyhow, they encountered plenty of hostile droids: Generic bots, big spider droids and a big tank droid. Enyo's thoughts on the matter were obvious. Yes, finally something to kill! she felt quite joyful. This was more like it. She still missed fighting Archangel. That had been fun.

From the heavens came a composite laser beam, frying the space beneath her, just shortly after she vacated by moving with lightning speed. A hailstorm of projectiles shot towards - sonic, gauss and disruptor beams. Unlike the HK droid, Enyo did not spend time with talking.

A Gauss round hammered her chestplate, and the tank droid's dazzling ray of destruction tore up the ground in a blaze of crimson light. Amidst the chaos of battle, the hybrid felt fine. She had phrik armour, a phrik skeleton, the Force and a ton of guns. Oh, and she had mechu-deru.

And so she pressed her will upon one of the composite laser beam turrets. Compelled through her technopathy, a composite beam lanced out from the sky...towards the head of one the huge spider bots, blasting it so that it gave up the ghost. At the passage of the beam, she brought up her auto-cannon and fired. There was a thunderous noise as the minigun spat out an absurd amount of armour-piercing, high-velocity rounds towards the droid hordes. Droid mooks were shredded and torn apart.

Aster Rose Baelor · Oct 3, 2017

PvE Terminal Route

Struggling with the voice in her mind Aster tried her best to free herself from it with no success. Though weakened by the trials the contingency had her group face, she was determined to survive this ordeal and protect those she could.

"Ugh," she grunted, standing up and followed the group, careful to remain near [member="Ylva Solveig"]. Kark she almost cussed, entering the impressive room ahead and froze at the sight of the hostile droids and fear filled her as she gazed upon the metallic monstrosities.

"Ahhh-" she started to scream before the floor beneath her was illuminated. The laser had marked her for death.

"Not today!" the vice commander of the Wolfsglaive called as he knocked the princess away from the death beam.

"Walker!" Aster scream as she watched the vice commander meet his end, the man's body now charred lumps of flesh wrapped in the melted metal of his armor. "No, no, no!" she exclaimed lunging towards the remains.

"Princess!" one of the Wolfsglaive pulled her back. "Don't be stupid!" he yelled, moving to take aim at one of the skeletal droids.

[member="Caelag Vass"], [member="Vindica"], [member="Enyo Typhos"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Tempest"]

Nima Tann · Oct 3, 2017

Once they proceeded, more voices were heard. As expected they weren't very useful for the situation the group was in. Now, Nima wasn't a warmongering person, but this all started to look like some kind of a prank for her. The whispers, glitter, boasting hosts. Perhaps some Holonet... what was the name called... troll, hacked the system and sent everyone a cryptic message. Who knows.

Anyway, moving on, they arrived to a very shiny looking throne room. It all looked impressive, however, Nima felt something wasn't right, danger was coming towards their way pretty fast. And soon, this feeling of hers was proven right by the appearance of so many hostile forces. Nima immediately jumped back and activated her lightsaber. It seemed that finally they were about to get ser..... Suddenly, the space right next to her was destroyed by the sudden laser beam from above. Luckily she got away from there before she was roasted alive, but still she could feel the heat emanating from it.

This brought an idea.

Concentrating on the Force, she created a barrier in front of her like a shield against the rounds and launched towards the enemy, taking her stance. As she continued running, she realised that the floor beneath her was illuminated and it was following her, which was perfect. The rounds from the droids hit and hit her, it was difficult to keep the shield together as there were so many forces at play, but she gritted her teeth and kept pushing. Once she arrived, she started attacking them in order to keep them occupied for the second phase of her plan, keeping [member="HK-36"]'s advices in her mind.

And suddenly... she felt something. Was it the time? The machine seemed to be locked in to her position, as she felt the sudden heat increase coming right towards her. She immediately jumped back away from the area and behind her the laser beam hit the group of droids, melting most of them on impact, and some of them fell down as the floor beneath them was destroyed.

And so it continued, the droids were decreasing in numbers as the group kept pushing.

[member="Enyo Typhos"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Ylva Solveig"] [member="Aster Rose Baelor"]

Marcus Faust · Oct 3, 2017

Location: Route 2, [member="Zircon"], [member="Onyx"]
Objective: Doubt and stab, stab and doubt

He'd been too slow, too caught up in his own paranoia thanks to [member="The Dark Beyond"] to save [member="Aster Rose Baelor"]'s lead guardsmen. Regardless of whatever lie was being told, people were dying now, which for some odd reason actually mattered to him. He could've stopped it, he knew he could've. Bringing his saber to bear Vindica wrapped both hands around the hilt and thumbed the ignition, and as the crimson blade sprung to life with a snap-hiss so too did a fire in his soul that had not burned in some time. Casting a suspicious glance at [member="HK-36"], he shook his head and leapt forward into the oncoming droids.

With the red glow of his saber casting its glow over him, the once Sith Lord carved through his enemy. A downward swing cut down three, an upward another two, a fast stab brought down more, and as he drew back a hand Marcu-no Vindic-no, it didn't matter, the masked man felt fury like never before. Not at his foe, not at the Jedi, not at anyone but himself for being as selfish as to not fight for others his whole life. All the atrocities he'd committed, or simply did nothing about, all the lives he'd taken out of greed and lust for power, what had been the point of it all? He should've been elsewhere, fighting for other people, the right people, the ones who he'd once exploited when they needed nothing but protection. Marcus had karked his whole life up.

Thrusting the hand forward a telekinetic wave rocked into the droids encroaching upon him, flinging them back at terminal velocity or ripping them apart. Then, the voice distracted him again, what was he not being told? What was the droid hiding? When something heavy hit him in the chest, causing him to stagger backwards as the beskar took the blow, the man cut the offending droid down, cursing at himself for being so distractable. "Protect her, and kill the damn bug." He ordered [member="Ylva Solveig"] and [member="Caelag Vass"] on impulse, he had no say over them or the actions they took, but the firm words still sounded more like commands than suggestions. He needed to make the voices stop somehow, so he did all he could to focus on the task at hand as the group made their way towards the heart of the machine.

Kaili Talith · Oct 3, 2017

[member="Allyson Locke"]

The pulsating, tingling sensation behind the girl’s eyes lingered as she felt the focus behind her attack shift from the big droid’s legs to her own immediate safety. The room, as dark as it was, began to light up in a wide variety of colors. The girl grunted and lifted her hand to cover her forehead and catch herself from falling over. A weird sense of nausea jumped at her throat as a more immediate sense of danger began to loom over her. What that was she could not tell, but it was big. Hands reached up to wrap themselves around the object that came hurling towards her through the force.

Try as she might, several hundred kilos were still several hundred kilos and the girl hardly had the strength to keep something of such considerable size and weight away from herself. There was just the one thing she could do. Her leg gave way to jump to her side, the air getting knocked out of her as she hit the ground and barely got herself out of the projectile’s way. Her lungs expanded and shrunk in rapid succession as she tried to find the strength to push herself off the ground and back on her feet but it just wasn’t there.

“Allyson.” Her voice begged under her breath. “Allyson, I need you.”

Her arms shook. She tried to push herself off the ground but they gave way. Her cheek and chest found the floor and forced her to make another attempt at it.

“Allyson, please.”

Progflaw99 · Oct 3, 2017

[ Theme ]

Tartarus \\ On Foot

Objective: Exterminatus | [member="Ruby"]

Equipment: Draugr Armor | Dur-24 Wrist Blaster | Dual Phase Lightsaber

Engaging: [member="Veiere Arenais"]

“Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely.

Great men are almost always bad men, even when they exercise influence and not authority;

still more when you superadd the tendency of the certainty of corruption by authority.”

~ Lord Acton

Power. He could feel it there, at the edge of his grasp - just beyond the very reach of his perception. He wanted it, craved it, the desire consumed not only his mind but his very being. It was that desire which drove him to madness.

Zodan's cupped hand had brought the profane liquid forth, resting gently across his lower lip. The blackened ooze dripping between his fingers as it sloshed into the open cavity of his mouth. It was thick, foul, and as the taste began to permeate his senses the Knight's hand dropped to his side. It began as a tickle, just a cough that wouldn't come. He stood still for a moment, his eyes darting as his body began to fight against itself, the liquid burning as it coursed towards his stomach. Unease gripped his mind. *Was this a mistake? What is happen --*

"Uaaargghhhh"

Pain overwhelming wracked the man's body as the poison flowed through his veins. Another shout as he fell to a knee, left hand grasping at his chest. The toxin had reached his heart, with each beat it spread further, his veins darkening visibly across the clammy pallor that was his flesh. Eyes bulging his forced his gaze upwards, one hand on the ground as he ground his teeth together. Veiere stood there, though now the Jedi's blades were ignited. Fire. It felt like everything was on fire, his face, his lungs, his arms and legs - everything was consumed in the blaze of sensation. His gaze bored a hole in the Jedi, darkened veins bulging across the white of his eyes. He could feel control slipping, the blaze cutting through is mental defenses like a dull knife through soft butter. There was nothing left but to concede, nothing left but to give in completely to the substance and its effects. With all the strength he could muster his voice called out across the short distance which separated the two.

"Know this Jedi... You will die..."

It was in that moment Zodan let go - darkness, a crimson red collapsing across his view. His body seized once, then twice, the black ichor surging forth as his body rejected the substance. It was too late. As Zodan crouched, each cough sending flecks of ichor and blood onto the ground before him. As he succumbed to the toxin's effects, he could feel something new rise from deep within, a new font of power - endless. A sudden vigor filled his limbs, body shuddering as he forced himself to his feet - eyes black as coal. The energy around the man pulsed with the Dark Side. Zodan's intent became clearer yet as the man bellowed loudly before one foot stepped in front of the other. In an instant, the small shield helm activating a dark shroud concealing the Knight's features as he charged forward. With little regard for his own defense, Zodan surged towards Veiere, a clenched fist and a lowered shoulder presented as he rapidly closed the distance - the battle had begun in earnest.

Caelag Vass · Oct 3, 2017

PVE Terminal Group

Caelag almost smiled behind her helmet as she felt the threat, the danger of everything settling in. She'd hurriedly stumbled along, recovering from the shock of the explosions and the crawling under the skin of her neck, yet as explosives and tight tunnels gave way to a much more spacious, open environment, complete with the distinct sounds of war ravaging it. At last, she was in her element. No more sight puzzles, no more negotiating with others, no more force barriers or necessitating of the strange power she was bound with. Just guns, and lasers a plenty.

Lifting the borrowed slugthrower, and calmly, slowly taking steps forward, Caelag's posture began to improve immensely, her back straightening, her movements becoming more dignified, purposeful. Her connection to the force wasn't refined, naturally strong as it was, but even she had enough precognition to move among the chaos with relative ease as she began to fire the pistol down the range at the droids. The first laser missed her narrowly, as the slugs barely missed their targets at first. Two, three shots, and finally she began to find her marks. After acclimating to the weapon, her patience and calm ability to fire at longer ranges was becoming evident to those who hadn't yet experienced it first hand.

Which was to say everyone besides [member="Aster Rose Baelor"], the only one who'd seen it close up.

Still, she wasn't doing all that much with the weapon, and only too glad to be given a target by [member="HK-36"] that she alone could target. She did notice that [member="Vindica"] gave an order, but she was already preparing to take the thing out. Holstering the pistol, she unslung her Infiltrator, disengaging its safety as she took cover. She needed to wait, just a little, for the others to distract them. Just enough to give her a clean shot.

Paying attention to the flow of the energy in the room, she slowly came out of cover, leveling her rifle at the target. The big droid's weak spot, and she could hear her heartbeat as she took aim. She could almost hear the voice in her head, coaching her through the shot as seconds stretched out...

Take your time sweetheart, breathe. Slowly, listen to the world around you, and slowly focus on the target. You have one shot my little soldier, you have to make it count. Level your weapon, don't be so stiff, but don't relax too much. You are a sniper darling, you are the hand which guides the flow of combat. You are the god who chooses who lives, and who dies. You have responsibility, you must remain calm.

Take your breath....

Steady the tip.....

Now squeeze the trigger.

The entire 'coaching' took perhaps a second or two, as she loosed a shot with deadly intent at the back of the droid. There was little doubt in her mind that it would connect, that explosions would rip apart the droids standing in their way, that she would not miss her target. If she did, it would be several seconds before she could take another shot, as her shoulder was thrown back by recoil, and the tip of her weapon shot skyward in the wake of the weapon's shot. Power had its drawbacks.

[member="Nima Tann"] | [member="Onyx"] | [member="Zircon"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"] | @Tempest | [member="Kor Vexen"] | whoever i missed

Vaylin · Oct 3, 2017

Location: Terminal Route [ [member="Onyx"] | [member="The Foreman"] ]
Objective: Fight & Progress
With: [member="Ylva Solveig"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Vindica"] | [member="Caelag Vass"] |

Their combined efforts had worked, the barrier had held up from the blast and in turn it had also provided them a means to proceed further. The group moved as a whole, at least those that were able to continue on anyway. Vaylin's eyes were everywhere as they entered the wide open room, one that looked like an exaggerated throne room than anything else. And much like [member="Tempest"], the Zabrak found her attention shifting to the far end where a large something resided, hidden and protected behind a shield.

Soon enough though, Vaylin's focus shifted solely to the Contingency forces that were making themselves from every direction, blocking their path to the throne.

Vaylin grinned, drawing her lightsabers to either hand. But as she went to ignite them the voices echoed in her mind again.

Tormenting her, poking at her supposed inner thoughts. The Zabrak growled, forcing them aside as she focused on the thread at hand. Finally something she could fight, beyond Zircon's little 'games' before.

She lunged forwards, two red blades igniting as she moved towards the skeletal battle droids. However, Vaylin was quickly forced to dodge as one of them fired their gauss rifle.

Looks like they're not using something I can simply reflect.

Deactivating one of her blades, Vaylin produced a Force shield as she pushed forwards. Even then, her slow progress was being capitalzed on. She caught sight of the illumination around her feet, rolling to the side as a laser from above slammed into the spot. Almost immediately an idea came to the Zabrak, the same one as [member="Nima Tann"].

Vaylin leaped into a group of the battle droids, slashing away at them as they tried to whirl around and attack her. But the Zabrak wasn't remaining still for too long, dodging and flipping aside as the laser kept firing down at her.

Hearing the rattling of a gun as it was about to fire, Vaylin looked to see [member="Enyo Typhos"] with auto-cannon in hand. The Zabrak quickly leaped out of the way as the projectiles hit close - taking out a good portion of them in the process.

Andorreth Vikar · Oct 4, 2017

Location: Blinded by the light! In the heart of the machine.
Objective: Burn it to the ground tonight
Enemies: [member="Onyx"] ~ [member="Diamond"] ~ @ The Foreman
Allies: Light side ravers

I'd been about to blast one of those spiders when I was blinded by the light. Next thing I knew I was floating in midair....what the feth? Matthews was above me saying we needed to take out the foreman. Well I planned to blow this whole place to whatever brand of hell these fierfek'la bots believed in. Activating the micro thrust jets on my armor I looked at my HUD and wondered what kind of music fit the occasion....no, no, no. Ahhhh there it was. Activating the music in my helm I decided to say feth it and broadcast it we needed a fight song. I was happy to simply pick one.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqBNw4WSBQU&index=14&list=RDqYJpDRU8m2o

Then I began a hard burn with the jets on my armor. Ejecting the line launcher into floating debris I jerked hard and began sling shotting myself after the foreman. As I was rocketing towards the ground he was running on I over charged all the weapons I had on me. I was going to make these robotic hut'uun sorry they'd even tried caging me. Shouting out I said "Matthews come on I know you want this place to burn too." Looking back towards the foreman I held my hands out to the side of my ribs to give me some flight control. We were on the home stretch just had to make sure we all lit this place so hard that it wouldn't stay standing and there'd be nice fireworks after.

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Ylva Heavenshield · Oct 4, 2017

Location: PvE Route 2 - Terminal, right corridor ([member="Onyx"] | [member="The Foreman"]).
Objective: Survive.
Allies: The Living?

Between her and Aster Rose Baelor, the metal ground before them lit up in a flare of burning energy being projected down and intent to cut them both through, Ylva Solveig only being alerted to it at the last second by the princess' sudden movements that she too followed suit and dived to the same side so to try to give her cover with no real plan nor thought ahead. Pulled to her feet by one of Commander Walker's fellow wolfsglaives, she shrugged off the hands on her rather forcefully giving them a daring glare as if to say touch me again and you'll lose it; only to be interrupted by Aster's shared attitude for which Ylva gave her brief approval by way of a smirk. Honestly, it was good to know that not all women in the Iron Empire were soft like she had teased Théodred for. It wasn't as though she were a rarity in the galaxy, but hell it'd been an amusing anecdote to hold over him in response to his clumsy flailing about in response to her giving him grief.

Sadly, it wasn't until she'd collected herself that she realized the man Aster was yelling at had met his end, Ylva's eyes widening briefly before someone else caught her attention in the most startling of fasions and forcing her to draw instinctively upon her Bow, her right hand dropping to her Quiver and taking three individual arrows between her fingers, two of which were made of freezing liquids, their cylinder heads designed to erupt on impact and instantly freeze her targets immobilizing them while the third was a typical steel arrowhead, that much more deadly when meant for the follow up of one of the former types of projectiles she could loose in a matter of seconds. [member="Vindica"] met with the point of her bow, shouting back at the two to protect Aster, the bow being lowered though the scowl on her face informed the man that Ylva did not approve of being ordered around like some house trained pet.

Looking down the shaft of the arrow, one eye lightly closed, her left hand guided the bow only an inch away from the mans face before loosing the first of her Frozen shots, the slender shot zipping passed Vindica and souring through to connect with one of the many droids moving in towards them now, the small eruption of liquids causing the area to glow up about the impact zone as if casting a light upon the enemy before the targeted droid creaked and crunched, not shorting out but rather being slowed as it's mid-section froze up and the liquid nitrogen cells spread throughout it's joints; "Finish it!" She shouted back at the man in equal command, lowering her bow to briefly through him a provocative smirk, soon moving beside @Aster to gauge the look of her face double check her condition; "Girl you needa move your ass, we're in trouble here love!".

Aster was a grown woman, Ylva didn't want to embarrass the Princess and treat her like she were as helpless as Ylva herself felt though now with their choice being removed from the situation and the fight for survival truly kicking in, she chose to favor the frozen shots in order to make the enemy weaker for their peers to take down. One after another she fired arrow after arrow against the droids, their liquid carrying heads not sharp but vulnerable to the metal that they would connect with at such velocity, they were proving to be the perfect tool for which their enemy could fall prey too long enough to be cut down by the lightsabers of those alike Théo back home on Mindvinter, these forcers for all they were somehow capable of, would not be fighting alone nor without her support where she could offer it!

[member="Vaylin"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Vindica"] | [member="Caelag Vass"]

Cathul Thuku · Oct 4, 2017

OOC: The starting condition of the enemy fleet is in this post. The manifest at the end of the post reflect the actions taken after this post. Any writer may choose to have any combination of the enemy ships fire at them, or any attack craft combination, at their discretion.

Objective: Fleeting
Allies: TBD
Enemies: Contingency

"The majority of the enemy ships are outfitted with limited long-range weapons at best; we can fire one volley before the enemy returns fire" the captain of the Impasse reported in to the rest of the GA fleets over Tartarus.

"All units, stay out of standard turbolaser range from the enemy heavy units"

In the time it took for the enemy fleet to make it to safety, and into the iridescent field that effectively cut off their retreat routes, all squadrons returned to ship, were repaired and rearmed. But also the energy it took the enemy to return to safety at maximum speed and, from there, reposition to the best of their ability, precluded them from returning fire or even from recharging shields. In addition, there were additional ships that initially stayed back in an attempt to cover their backs; however, given that there was going to be no retreat from the cornered enemy, she had to commit all units she could. The bombers lost in the attack run were replaced, and yet, the replacement bombers were borne from the medvac escorts. Which now had to make do with two less squadrons, down from four. In the tactical reprieve the enemy retreat afforded them, the medvacs were able to collect nearly every dead organic, as well as the survivors' escape pods, from the early stages of the battle, which ended up being but an enemy delaying tactic. The fleet held position during the entire time, awaiting the arrival of reinforcements, and edging close to, but outside the standard turbolaser range band. By now it is clear that they have a total of 43 attack craft squadrons...

"Activate a gravity field centered on the Ruination! We can cause debris to buffet it and cause damage to it!"

"Roger, roger" the Impasse's captain acknowledged.

"Monitor group, fire on the cruiser designated Annihilator-Delta-1, Munificents, fire on the cruiser designated Annihilator-Mike-2, all other units, focus on the Diamond Obliterator, deploy all squadrons in a screen"

Sure enough, the debris were flying in every direction, given that the long-range volley of heavy long-range turbolasers, hypervelocity cannons of three different calibers managed to destroy two enemy cruisers with concentrated, ship-buster fire and over 3200 turbolasers' worth of long-range fire being directed at the enemy battlecruiser. But the armor scheme on the Obliterator battlecruisers made it so that it had roughly the same ability to absorb damage as the Excubitor does. In addition, even turbolaser hardpoint-sized chunks of debris could still hit the enemy flagship and leave dents inside the hull as debris from their own derelict ships start to be attracted towards the Ruination. But since most of the debris from the earlier stages of the battle were still some distance away, the worst is yet to come for that ship, as debris gets attracted to the enemy SSD. Also, once the Lothals make it to standard turbolaser range, or somewhat closer, it might be doable then to just use tractor beams on those enemy carriers to make them ram each other, but at that long range, it was not going to work since debris acted more or less like shrouds.

Opened fire at enemy ships from long range
Activated a gravity field centered on the Ruination

Captain Ironbeard · Oct 4, 2017

The captain floated aimlessly, jumping on platforms along the corridor. He hoped that something could be found, and he gripped his blaster tightly.
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