Invasion Double Tap | TSC Invasion of COV-held Abregado-rae

[Sahan Dragr]

GOLDEN DRAGON PAGECLAIM​

Spoiler: Equipment

Ure'drahr — "The Golden Dragon"
Tusurki'aa Ta'hye Beskad
O'dteyase Saranuhlr
M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol
M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle
Rulariyi Mandalorian Sunglasses

"Vode, rally to the coordinates transmitted by Rallymaster Fett. Here shall we break the darkness, and make of Abregado-Rae their tomb. Oya Manda!"

Sahan was already on his way.

The Golden Dragon tore through the blizzard toward the coordinates pushed across the Covenant battlenet, answering the call to converge with considerably more speed than caution. The closer he drew to the heartsite, the more Manda'hlirata lit up with overlapping Force signatures. DRAHR sorted the chaos against the battlenet and Ure'drahr's other sensors until friendly markers resolved through the storm. Romul. Tytos. Others converging upon the same point. One return demanded Sahan's attention. Hostile Force energy bore down upon the A'srucayr, its source visible through the whiteout as a woman concentrating upon him. Tytos needed room, and Sahan intended to give him some.

Thrusters drove the Golden Dragon onto an intercept vector aimed directly away from Tytos. Mach three came easily. Cold plasma crawled across Sahan's leading boot as the Plasma Ram engaged, its pale discharge stark against the white around him, while Rising Dragon committed Ure'drahr to the collision. The blizzard bowed before the pressure front and tore apart as an armored projectile ripped through it, snow exploding outward around Sahan's passage. He drove the kick toward the woman with every fraction of his momentum carrying away from Tytos. It wasn't a kick meant to stagger. A clean connection carried enough violence to wreck cybernetics, crumple conventional armor, pulverize an organic body, or simply send whatever survived it hurtling across the battlefield. Cold plasma promised its own punishment with any contact, while the Golden Dragon's Mach-three passage dragged a violent pressure front and turbulent wake behind him, displaced atmosphere and pulverized snow rolling through as a secondary concussive blast.

The instant the intercept carried him through, Ure'drahr's flight systems went to work bleeding and redirecting momentum rather than allowing Sahan to disappear into the whiteout. Repulsors, microthrusters, and airbrakes hauled the Golden Dragon around with brutal precision, Arris already the center of his next course correction. He had come to put distance between her and Tytos, not between her and himself. As he stayed on top of her, one hand tore a canister of Null Dust from his utility belt, popped the seal, and snapped it open directly in her face. The ND-013 came alive with it, narrowing White Noise directly onto Windrun rather than blanketing the battlefield and catching Tytos in its interference. Sahan kept close, hands rising into a ready guard as his weight settled for whatever came next. No blaster, beskad, or hand cannon entered them. He didn't need one. He was the weapon.

TAGS: OPEN
Tytos Saxon Arris Windrun Madrona A’Mia​

 

[Lily Rhodes]

Tags: Arris Windrun Romul Saxon Madrona A’Mia Revna Marr Quinn Varanin Darth Strosius Vestra Tane Tytos Saxon
Cruelty Mercy Srina Talon

Lily had never heard a droid react with such emotion, the mechanical cry was mournful in a way she did not expect, but she didn’t have time to contemplate it as chaff and flares exploded in her face, she brought her arm up to protect her eyes, amber blade flicking to flick some aside while others simply shattered against it, showering her with embers that burned through the fabric of her clothes, the sharp pinpricks that vanished with the icy winds still buffeting her.

Then her stomach lurched as the droid pitched and she threw herself flat against its back, fingers scrambling for purchase as it rolled, her saber scoring helps lines across it as she tried to find something to drive it into, a control panel, a weak spot.

Anything.

It rolled again, harder this time and the world became a blur as she lost her grip. Icy clouds, snow drifts and red stained ground passed her in a blur as she was thrown for it, tumbling rapidly towards the pyres. She reached for the force, righting herself slowly the fall as her gaze found Arris.

For a moment, she saw it all beneath icy winds as TIE fighters screamed past her, their guns slamming into the onslaught of wardroids with renewed vigour peppering the rear of the enemies lines with fire. The front lines swelled with ghosts driving into the mandalorian forces fighting alongside shock troopers, the legions of the core rising to meet the tide, pushing them back away from the heart site, away from the pyres.

Somewhere, beneath all the rage there was sadness and disappointment, like a part of her had wanted them to win, wanted them to stop this, but that part of her was so small, so buried under the weight of everyone else that she barely noticed it.

She folded space, aiming for the cyborg’s side, the ground sloshed beneath her feet as she landed splashing icy water up her legs that made her draw in a sharp breath, a complaint on the tip of her tongue when it slammed into her.

Lily realised she had never truly felt hate. Grief and rage that gave the illusion of it, yes, but true hatred? She had never had it in her, because beneath all the layers there was still a small Coruscanti girl who just wanted the galaxy to be her friend.

Her feet lifted again from the ground and Arris’ Hatred struck her, searing into every fibre of her being, rippling through the network as Lily was thrown backwards, slamming into the wing of a fallen TIE and dropping to the ground in a heap.

Pain came first, it started in her chest and abdomen, trailing into the blaster burn in her shoulder, then to the searing pinprick that had lanced her body, then came the headache, the one that told her the stims were wearing off as her strength waned. She pushed herself up enough to roll onto her back, staring up at a twisted sky where storms raged and sand drifted from another world, the deep tick tick tick of cogs turning in a burning sky that did not belong here.

The sound followed her as darkness swallowed her consciousness.

 

[Chomba Womba]

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Objective: BYOO - Chomba's very bad, absolutely no good, terribly ruined day where he needs to leave immediately! NOW IN SPACE!

Chomba eventually had to stop spinning, he was forgetting which way was up and couldn't maintain the food in his stomach much longer if it was kept up. The heavy dizziness that Chomba felt meant that the S.S. Starship continued sway and tumble through space like broken debris. Chomba was completely unaware of this whole ordeal and far more focused on the fears that the Sith and the Mandalorians were about to fire upon him at any moment because they saw how dangerously fast he could go in his little ship.

"POOTER! TELL ME POOTER! WE READY?!" Chomba turned and looked at the navicomputer, there was a minute left. Chomba screamed, both in terror but in joy. They were both nearly out of here and Chomba was going to be a galactic renowned smuggler when Chomba had a bounty from the Sith and the Mandalorians on him for his antics today. Chomba knew exactly what he needed to do next. It had been told to him by the previous owner of the ship what he needed to do in dire situations.

It was something called prayer. Some deities would save you but Chomba did not understand what prayer meant. So, Chomba had to ask around and he was told that if things looked bad, to flick one button and it would solve everything. Basically a super buff that even spinning could not counter. With trembling hands, Chomba reached for the button, he was nervous. Chomba had been told to only ever use it in dire situations because it was too legendary. The laughter from the smuggler after he told Chomba the strategy only solidified it as the bestest plan ever. Chomba brought S.S. Starship because the previous owner laughed when Chomba handed all the credits over when he saw the ship.

"WITH A MINUTE LEFT, CHOMBA DOES ULTIMATE SHIP MOVE!" Chomba announced to no one but himself and the silent ship he was in. Flicking the switch, a beat of music started to vibrate the ship dangerously. The thumping only caused the rattling to intensify especially when the drop came. "CHOMBA NEEDS TO DO THIS FOR A MINUTE! MOVE TOO POWERFUL, POOTER!" Chomba announced over the very loud music as it blasted within the cockpit of the S.S. Starship.

Chomba was shaking with the music causing the whole ship to vibrate with the music only getting more intense. But Chomba felt that this was only a good thing, it meant that the power was barely being contained by the ship. It was proof that the smuggler had been right! Only use the power in the most dire of situations! Chomba was going to survive because of this incredibly loud music and he continued to fly, soaring through the space and weaving the best that Chomba could do with the rickety old ship.

Soon enough, the minute was up and the navicomputer attempted to bleep alerts to Chomba that it had finished the calculations but the music was so loud, so intense that Chomba couldn't hear anything else. Fortunately, Chomba did happen to glance over to the navicomputer about ten minutes after it had finished doing the calculations and about 3 minutes after several panels were rattled off the ship because of the intense music. "CHOMBA IS SAVED! MUSIC PRAYER IS ULTIMATE MOVE! MUSIC PRAYER SAVED CHOMBA!" Chomba flicked the switch off and realised that he was struggling to hear things.

"OH NO! CHOMBA HAS GONE DEAF! POWER WAS TOO MUCH FOR POOR CHOMBA EARS! CHOMBA IS DOOMED!" Chomba wailed, his hands covering his eyes as he sobbed heavily, then a few seconds later, "oh... Chomba can hear again! Chomba is SAVED!" A very relieved Chomba exclaimed, before remembering exactly what he was doing before the great deafening had occurred.

Pressing the confirm button, Chomba set course for the new location, far from here. Chomba was heading right to High Republic space. Thyferra was definitely going to be a super safe place to be!

Grabbing the handle for the hyperspace, Chomba launched forward. "CHOMBA SAYS LATERS SMELLY SITHIES AND MANGOES!" Chomba roared in glee as he launched into hyperspace and fled the war.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Tags: Cruelty Ceria Kesyk

Madrona A’Mia Darth Strosius

Lina paid the price.

For every ounce of power she pulled from the Nether, the Nether pulled back and Wraithspire pulled harder, demanding souls, demanding blood but on a battlefield, there were thousands. The plague may consume their bodies and turn their flesh, but their souls, their souls were the Nether's to claim.

So Lina found them, through Wraithspire she drew them to her, feeding them to the Nether in place of her own soul. It was a dirty trick, once that would only delay the true cost of playing with such forces but it was hers to pay, not Cruelty’s, not A’Mia’s and not Strosius.

She was the conduit through which that power flowed, she was the one who called it, therefore it was her burden to bear.

As if it knew of her deceit, it yanked viciously at her soul, the shadow pulling from her drifting towards the burning skies only to snag as Wraithspire's tether held fast.

“Nindz shujiyio.” she whispered, pain making her tremble as power continued to flow, as wound that she had forced to heal on Cruelty began to tear through her own body, blood bubbling as the corners of her lips.

“J'us waria nindz shiyi ki shujiyio.”

Another day yes, another day it would take her and break her for all she had stolen from it, but it wasn’t today. Something snapped, a last surge of power rippling through her before her two halves slammed together and she staggered into Cruelty, her knees giving way as it rippled away from her to A’Mia and Strosius, granting Cruelty the last push he needed to the meditation to hold.

 

[Fenn Stag]

FENN STAG

Spaceport
Xan Atropus
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The Beskar-weave crashed against the lightsaber that the Sith went for. The Sith should've known something was amiss when he didn't bother to move his arm, deflect, or block.

He turned his head slowly.

"Wrong arm."

Vara went flying when the Sith threw her, and Fenn paid her no mind when she came crashing towards him, blading his body, and rushed forward, trying to push the Sith against the wall with his cybernetic arm, charging forward, footfalls gaining in power and in momentum.

"I'm going to drag you to hell."

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[Feydrik Munin]

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Equipment: Crushgaunts, Wristrockets, Disruptor Pistols, Disruptor Rifle, Beskad, Beskar Knives, Jetpack Rocket, Flamethrower, Personal Shield

Naniti

Her lips peeled back as she leaped backwards as the roof collapsed down into the floor below. As the debris fell, her calfs and thighs tensed. The Togruta sprung forward and down toward the Mandalorian awaiting her below. Both lightsabers snapped on. If he wanted to resume the excitement, she was all too pleased to indulge him. An overhead strike that'd split him in two if he took it.

He reached up, his crushgaunts catching both blades. He held them tightly, grunting as the Sith pressed her weight behind it. He stood tall again, holding them and pushing against the Sith. He was Alor Munin. He was Ori'ramikade. He was chosen. He was called. And he would answer.

"You killed this planet with your plague. You killed it with your venom. Those people we slew to prevent your plague- innocent souls. They will be avenged."

He slid his hands further down the blades, grunting in effort. He went for the hilts, her hands. He was going to try and crush her hands. He killed women and children today. Only to try and save all the more. The Sith forced him to be a killer of the innocent. They were already dead, sure, in a few hours, days. But the Sith forced them. The civilians became weapons themselves, the Sith too cowardly to wage war with the old ways. Perhaps it would be better to raze the planet, at least that was an honest death.

Feydrik's anger was white-hot and focused. She could feel it emanating off of him, in waves, an ocean of it beneath the nigh-impenetrable mind. For a moment, the flames and explosions, debris, and blood on his visor showed a skull, as if death itself was looking in the eyes of the Sith. Once the flash of light subsided, so did the visage.

"May your Gods have more mercy on you than I will."

 

[Careena Fett]

C a r e e n a .F e t t

| Location | Space, Abregado-Rae​

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As enemy attempted to take off with their own war droids and flightpacks, they were swiftly met with rapid resistance as Careena's forces moved to engage Raukai's. A pair of the Dral'hanade mounted atop their wardroid pursued after Careena, eager for a kill as laser fire streaked through the void. Dha'prudii veered left and right as the bolts flew past Careena's exposed form, the matriarch glancing over her shoulder to clock their positions as they chased after her. A hand reached down to a weapon clamp as she grabbed her rifle, hiking herself up into a crouched position on her war droid's saddle, staying low as a shot razed just over her head. She took in a slow and deep breath before launching herself up, thrusters activating as Dha'Prudii began to shimmer and fade from view, as if being swallowed into the void.​

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The alor of Clan Fett shouldered her rifle as she took aim through the scope, its crosshairs falling upon one of the riders. A single trigger pull and a bright yellow bolt racing through space before striking the soft area between the bottom of their helmet and their chestplate -A precision shot that few in the Galaxy could make. The rider immediately went limp as the bolt tore through and killed them before slumping forward on their controls, the basilisk he was riding beginning to veer and spiral off.​

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The other rider shifted as they attempted to get a lock on the lone Alor as she floated in space. Dha Prudii emerged from its cloaked form like an unseen predator, metallic talons glowing a fiery red as superheated claws struck. One grasped at the back of the basilisk's neck while the other grabbed the rider, the basilisk screeching as its circuits were melted while the rider was cleaved along their exposed joints before they had a chance to scream. Dha'prudii let out a metallic screech as it shoved off the disabled basilisk and back towards Careena, the Mandalorian reaching an arm out to grasp at the saddle as the droid flew past, before remounting it.​

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She rolled off to the side as she peeled back around to the rear of the Whispering Matron, locking on to the disabled engines as she let loose with a salvo of missiles from her droid.​

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Zavar Kelborn | Raukai Ironstone​

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[Anet Raine]

Romul Saxon | Calyx Sundrift
Robes | Mask | Lightsaber​

Here, the extreme-velocity weapon punched clean through shields, armor, and out again, emerging on the far side to carry onwards with meteoric speeds towards near directly where Anet Raine Anet Raine and Calyx Sundrift Calyx Sundrift stood below.

There was a bit of a scramble around the rally site, and Anet wasn’t sure what was going on, but then something great and fast shrieked across the sky above, plummeting at the edge of the hill. It kicked up a cloud of ash and debris, and not long after, a shockwave hit their position. Fortifications rattled, and some supply crates were tossed around, including the one Anet had sat on.

The Sith groaned as she rose back up, her robes now covered in soot and duracrete crumbs. When the smoke cleared, there was a crater in the earth. Some unfortunates had been fighting down there, as far as her eyes saw. She had been enjoying the show, reveling in their pain and fury, and now they were likely dead or grievously injured.

The impact had sent entire chunks of the ground, amidst a cloud of carried spores, hurling high into the air; some of it even breached the clouds, carrying far into the distance before crashing down again, spreading the plague far and wide. She wondered if anyone was unlucky enough to be crushed.

Anet decided it was maybe a better idea to stay away from the edge. Just in case.

So she moved further within.