Everything needs a Hostile force

[Xer'ir]

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] | [member="Xrawylz"]

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There was a loud groan as the Mothership was still trying to exit the atmosphere at it's top speed, all the fleeting Corona's had gathered around it to protect it, and they would suicide ram anything if it meant to save the Mother, if they could do no more. As the SSC fleet jumped in, the Corona's realized they were blocking the way for their Mothership to retreat.




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Four Corona's branched off from the main force to immediately begin firing on one of the Crusaders. Another four broke off to target the other Crusader. Finally, four more broke off in a b-line for the Paladin. Surely they'd be losing their shields as quickly as they raised them against these behemoths, so while they had opened fire, even with their speed, the last ship of each group that hadn't been destroyed would ram the enemy ships.

Meanwhile the three groups that were engaging the enemy's fleet, the remaining eight Corona's took up 'shielding' positions over the Mothership, preventing any weapons fire from reaching it, using their own bodies to protect it. Raising their shield strength to their bottom hulls which were facing the enemy, only enough so they could take a few hits and still fire some of their weapons. Flarestars swarming out to engage ships and fighters. With the Corona's modifications, they didn't carry the tanks anymore, so instead they each carried twelve Flarestars, launching 240 Flarestars in total. But they were mere shuttles, it was unlikely they could prove devastating to the enemy fighters...

Just as the Flarestars began spewing from the Corona's, the Mothership released its Flarestars as well. A flurry of 48, hopefully this number could help with the enemy fighters, gaining enough time to run.


But Xer'ir had left his personal Corona-class, he was gone. There was nothibg on Comms or transmissions. Suddenly, as slow as the Mothership was, her point defenses were shut down, and shields were halved. All that power forced into the engines to give it something of a boost. The load groan now deafening to the planet below, as the ship began to turn. The ship was never designed for this. As it turned it was basically trying to flip itself, to aim its hull at the enemy.



From what the enemy could see where the Corona's did not block, the energy signature would surely strike them as important. The Mothership was charging its main weapon, a bright light could be seen at the center as the mechanical structure began moving. It was taking the Mothership everything it had to flip and charge, the engines themselves only built for light flipping to correct angles. The light got brighter and brighter, the energy signal growing as strong as several times a capital-grade turbo laser.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Xer'ir"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

The situation had changed. The enemy was fleeing, but had not yet fled. And so the Coalition fleet gathered its reinforcements before moving to the offensive.
The invaders were still caught between the planet and the Coalition fleet. It was perfect.

Admiral Gould scanned the information swiftly from what she could divine. The frigates were designed mainly for escort and attack craft engagement. Laser cannons, missile launchers, boarding grapples. They would not trouble her big ships. The fighters seemed to have doubled as transports, lightly armed, slower than the Kite Fighters and Rush Interceptors his ships carried. Finally, the mothership. It was big, but only 60% of one of her capital ships. It seemed to lack capital weapons apart from one very large weapon on the bottom.

The plan was clear then. Move in, trap them, crush them.
“All ships, initiate Bantha Horn manoeuvre. Battlefleet Beta, you will move in from the left, Battlefleet Delta will move in from the right. We will advance to pin them. May the Force be with you.”

Targeting designators assigned the enemy frigates numbers, 1-4 on the left, 5-12 in the centre, 13-16 on the right.

The enemy opened fire, but for the most part were largely ineffective. Frigate defence weapons against Star Destroyers were impractical, and what damage was done to the shields could soon be repaired.
Meanwhile, the Deliverance and Justice targeted two frigates each at a time, using their port and starboard batteries to fire ferocious barrages at frigates 1, 4, 13 and 16.
To support them the escorts, especially the Sentinel Cruisers and Vigilance Frigates engaged frigates, teaming up against frigates 2 and 14 with heavy battery fire. On the flanks the Guardian Frigates held back to provide flak support where needed. In all cases the fighters and interceptors waited for the enemy Flarestars to come to them. The enemy frigates had heavy flak weapons and there was no point wasting their efforts in such a venture.

In the centre the enemy’s plan became clear; shield their mothership with the frigates to allow the big cannon to fire.
“All power to shields, take evasive action!” the Admiral ordered.

The beam from the enemy ship was almost blinding, but fortunately the Paladin had managed to evade slightly so the beam was more of a glancing strike. It still was intense.

“Ma’am, shields down to 60%!” an aide called.

Gould narrowed her eyes. She did not think much of the enemy frigates, but this mothership had serious bite. It was well that her ship had the Colossus reactor or they could have been even worse hit. She wasn’t sure of the firing speed, but it was time to up the ante.
It came to her that this mothership was very much like the Immortals the Republic had fought and bested. It had moved very slowly to get into position. Now it was time to press that.

“Take us down under it and bring us broadside below it.”
The Destiny would move down so it was below the mothership so it could fire up at it. If the frigates moved to intercept this fire, it would leave the mothership’s flank exposed to the other ships in Battlefleet Alpha.
With the Destiny would come the Frontiers and the Guardian frigate. Remaining above would be the Voss and Virtue along with the Fulminatus corvettes held in reserve. If the enemy moved to cover their mothership they could drive straight through to deliver a killing blow. In the meantime they fire on frigates 8 and 9.

Spoiler

Coalition Fleet:
Admiral Kyrana Gould commanding

• 1 x Paladin Star Destroyer (1600m)(Speed: 3)
  Destiny 960/1600 (0ACS)
  Moving below the mothership to fire all batteries up at it or at the frigates if they intercept.

[*]2 x Crusader Star Destroyers (3200m)(Speed: 3)

• Deliverance 1500/1600 (3 Interceptor, 3 Fighter, 1 Bomber)
  Firing on frigates 1 & 4. Fighters held back in defence.

[*]Justice 1500/1600 (3 Interceptor, 3 Fighter, 1 Bomber)

• Firing on frigates 13 & 16. Fighters held back in defence.

[*]3 x Sentinel Cruiser (1500m)(Speed: 5)

• Voss 500/500 (3 Interceptor)
  Firing on Frigates 8 & 9. Fighters held back in defence.

[*]Laekia 500/500 (3 Fighter)

• Firing on frigate 2. Fighters held back in defence.

[*]Arkas 500/500 (3 Fighter)

• Firing on frigate 14. Fighters held back in defence.

[*]3 x Vigilance Frigate (900m)(Speed: 6)

• Virtue 300/300 (0ACS)
  Firing on frigates 8&9.

[*]Honour 300/300 (0ACS)

• Firing on frigate 2.

[*]Temperance 300/300 (0ACS)

• Firing on frigate 14.

[*]3 x Guardian Frigates (900m)(Speed: 6)

• Spar 300/300 (0ACS)
  Staying with the Destiny to provide cover.

[*]Watchman 300/300 (0ACS)

• Staying with the Deliverance to provide cover.

[*]Warden 300/300 (0ACS)

• Staying with the Justice to provide cover.

[*]3 x Frontier Corvettes (450m)(Speed: 7)

• Adventure 150/150 (1 Fighter)
  Staying with the Destiny to provide cover. Fighters held in defence.

[*]Surprise 150/150 (1 Fighter)

• Staying with the Destiny to provide cover. Fighters held in defence.

[*]Pioneer 150/150 (1 Fighter)

• Staying with the Destiny to provide cover. Fighters held in defence.

[*]3 x Fulminatus Corvettes (375m)(Speed: 8)

• Dart 125/125 (0ACS)
  In reserve behind the Voss.

[*]Bolt 125/125 (0ACS)

• In reserve behind the Voss.

[*]Quarrel 125/125 (0ACS)

• In reserve behind the Voss.

Total: 8925 metres.

Divided into 3 taskforces.

Battlefleet Alpha:
Destiny, Voss, Virtue, Spar, Adventure, Pioneer, Surprise, Dart, Bolt, Quarrel
Batttlefleet Beta:
Deliverance, Laekia, Honour, Watchman
Battlefleet Delta:
Justice, Arkas, Temperance, Warden

 

[Xer'ir]

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]


The mothership was being forced into overdrive, a few engines sparking until they shutdown from the overload. The ship didn't have the strongest or very many evasive or maneuvering engines, but this was the last fight the Mother shall see. Many more systems were shutdown, even lifesupport left to sustain what was left. Comms were also shutdown, the Mother had gone silent.

There wasn't much the Diversity Alliance they could do, but this was going to be a show of their might; years of hiding, they would not spread their legs so easily.

Onboard the Mothership, obviously something had changed, no ordinary Captain was at the helm, but a quick strategist, master of fleet logistics. And with that, it was how they achieved their next accomplishment.

The weapon charged again, quicker this time, draining the ship of its power from all sectors and causing the weapon to spark and flare up. If was trying to force too much material through a filter that couldn't convert it quick enough. A spot on the Motherships underbelly adjacent to the weapon imploded suddenly, sending out an explosion. She was falling as she forced herself into such a state.

Two Corona's broke off from the defensive line and the three remaining stopped firing, focusing all power into shields and tried to accommodate for the two Corona's that left. The two that broke off didn't fire, but sacrificed shield power and weapons power into their engines. As they headed straight for the Paladin, the first one covered the other behind it, quickly being taken down, but the second one went full throttle, serving only one purpose, to crash its entire hull into it. Slowing it down increasingly as the full force of the ship itself with all its speed slammed into it, sliding across its hull as it was taken apart like bricks.


In the last ditch effort, the Mothership fired again, along with more capacitors overloading and blowing up along multiple sectors of the ship. Her beam did not hit the fleet, unfortunately, but as it was burning out more and more of its engines, it was forcing itself to target the Paladin. With better precision and experience learned from the first shot, a better one was made, although not the best.


The beam lit up the sky this time as it was angled lower for the surface to see. Its massice particles firing outward at the Paladin and striking it, but not landing well enough. The Paladin still got out of its firing arc, but the beam scathed along the tip of the ship on its hull, angling towards the bridge but falling off, firing off into space.


The remaining Frigates were being battered in the mean time, and it took all the power they had to sustain the damage, but it was just to much weapons fire. The three that remained, could barely stand. One already began to faulter, its shields failing, as it started taking hits... But it was already too late. Long before the weapons had completely penetrated, they had done enough damage to cause the generators to rupture. It crippled and split right in front of the Mothership, falling down to the planet, landing within Hythe Park

 

[Xrawylz]

Xrawylz knew the mothership was going down. He sent 3 of his coronas to plow straight into the enemy fleet formation, and hopefully ram into the two crusaders, hopefully this would give enough time for the rest of them to escape, a needed sacrifice. The rest of his ships he ordered away from his mothership. Xrawylz noticed that the prime had stopped communicating......... no....... he must be dead. Many corona's had been taken out in the battle, the primes must have been one of them. He knew what needed to be done. After sending those 3 into the enemy fleet, he had 2 coronas left excluding his own. He sent a quick message to the other leaders.

"I believe the prime is dead, i am pulling out my fleet, i will see you back at base." Was what the message said.

Xrawylz quickly attempted to move his remaining 2 (excluding his own) ships out of the gravity well of the planet in order to make a hyper jump, the three corona's he sent into the formation hopefully caused enough panic to allow this escape to happen, the ships that remained would hyper jump back to their base, where he would wait for the others to discuss what they would do since the prime was now dead.

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Dromund Kaas, Outside the city/settlement.
Enemies: [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Seydon of Arda"] [member="Rave Merrill"]
Objective: Destroy all humans and get hurt.

Ships: 3/5 Corona armed Frigates
100 Columi Bio Soldiers

So much destruction. On the ground Osynth watched as the nerve gas he ordered dropped was twisted up in a breeze and scattered into the wind. If he could blink he could and believe me he wanted to. His scientific mind was at a loss even trying to attempt to explain what he just saw and then what came next baffled him completely. Looking up at the 5 Corona frigates over the city Osynth screamed into his comm " Bomb them! Destr.." but before he could finish his sentence Osynth watched in awe and horror as one of his scout ships slam into each other as if a invisible wave hit one to the side in a vicious manner. The ship slammed into another Corona ship causing a explosion and 2 of the 5 ships to fall down below.

" What is going?" Osyth asked himself.
" Annilate them!" he Yelled as he hovered toward the outer edge of the city. With 150 Columi behind following the battle had only just begun. Ground forces were ordered to flood the city. Firing sonic blasters at the outside guards.

Osyth repulsing into the air began to fire waves of sonic energy toward the troops and humans that threatened him. As he traveled more into the City his black eyes fell on a single woman ([member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]). She would be his first capture or atleast that was what Osynth told himself.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Xer'ir"] [member="Xrawylz"] [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] [member="Seydon of Arda"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Ni'gel"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Avarice"] [member="Osynth Obek"] [member="Razor Shot"]

A voice, a man's voice, and a Force presence to match. "What happened-"

Rave shut her eyes, and time stopped. There was more to it than that, of course. Aperion-aspected submolecular structures and patterns straightened up and listened, throughout all the life around. The process was a matter of mastering time: of Aing-Tii tutelage, of her experiences in the Chiloon Rift monolith, and of a hundred other instances. It required unmatched alchemical specialization in aperion over decades. And it required quite a bit of power, more than she could afford. She drew a shaky breath and opened her eyes.

The dust hung in the air, snagged in the moment of tension between expansion and a too-sudden wind. She waved some of it away from her face and watched it float away, still nearly paralyzed in time. The future-scrying she'd used before had suggested that now was the moment, but subtly: a matter of instinct. Perhaps she was about to die. After this many years, that didn't scare her like it once had. Her youthful experiences as a vessel for essence transference had biased her against the strategy, even before she'd chosen to turn away from the Dark Side. She'd made her choice.

She glanced around for the man. She still couldn't remember who it was. She'd killed a lot of people a quarter century back. Any one of them could have gained abilities like this. Either from stealth or the dust, she didn't see him. With a shrug, she turned her attention in the direction that her instincts suggested. For whatever reason, that direction was up.

Where reentry fire and turbolaser plasma limned a broken Corona frigate on a collision course with Hythe Park. She warred against disbelief. The odds staggered her until she realized that some malign and petty intelligence had to be directing the ship. Three hundred seventy-five metres of bulbous gray saucer, ripped almost in half by reactor breaches and capital weaponry. Something was happening up there, something serious. Her comm had buzzed, but she'd been in the process of redirecting Seydon's power and that of the Kaas nexus. Not things you could put down at a moment's notice, to say nothing of the staff she'd built. That staff would work against nearby, controlled ships, she knew, but demoralization could have no relevant effect on the falling saucer. That die was cast. And nearby, two broken frigates were falling from a shorter distance. Three capital ships falling on Hythe Park would devastate it utterly. A hundred thousand would die for the sake of some moron's pride.

Unacceptable.

She squinted through the dust, folding her arms, one flesh and one ivory-and-metal. A good dozen possibilities and options ran through her head. The best was probably Kerrigan, but Kerrigan was busy keeping the knockout gas at bay and knocking away a nearby ship. No, Kerrigan would love this kind of thing, but she had her hands full.

One by one, her mood gradually souring, Rave ticked off options. She took a couple of steps to the edge of the trail, looking down at Hythe Park. A battle was frozen at the edge, like the rest of the paralyzed tableau: local troops holding the Columi raiders at bay. With infinitesimal slowness, a couple of blaster shots drifted through the air. Rave looked away, looked up again, then sighed and crouched at the trail's edge. Hythe Park this evening was a blaze of trashfire lights and flickering glowsticks, weapons discharge, fear. So much fear. It bled in, filtered across, without effort on her part.

"You're nothing," she said quietly. "Bunch of starving, diseased, frostbitten yokels. A louse in the armpit of greatness. What are you next to me? I mean look at you. What do you possibly have to offer the galaxy, the lot of you? There's so much more I could make, and learn. So much more I could do."

Her knees, one prosthetic and one real, clicked as she stood. She looked up at the pinnacle, where Seydon and his lady love stood with Kerrigan. Seydon, one of the very few people she'd counted as a genuine friend. Would have been nice to say goodbye -- to him, to [member="Isley Verd"], to Jorus and little Mara, not so little anymore. Would have been nice, in a life not characterized by its niceness. Rave rubbed her face, her one real hand feeling the lines and crags, each one a memory of an atrocity.

"Ah, I've lived too long."

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"-to you?" said the hidden man as time unfroze, continuing as normal. A robe fluttered to the ground in a tinkle of metal: a prosthetic leg, a prosthetic arm, a neural implant that no longer had a skull around it. Between the start and the end of his sentence, the wind shifted, at least in a small area. It pulled in, as if to a sudden vacuum, and then there was stillness.

In that instant, the Force howled in fierce joy, and an unstoppable strength gripped the Corona frigates that most directly threatened Hythe Park. The three falling ships took the brunt of it, but the others found themselves shoved away as well. But as for those three, it was as if gravity itself ceased to apply, then warped and turned against its normal course. And more, much more. Long ago, the Jedi students of Luke Skywalker had joined together at a Yavin temple, focusing and binding their power in desperate circumstances, in order to shove an Imperial warfleet clear across the star system. Dromund Kaas' frenetic, layers-deep, ancient energy could match anything Yavin might offer, and Rave could wipe the floor with half a dozen Jedi on a bad day.

But the focal point of that incident had been Dorsk 81, a man as earnest as Seydon himself, and the Khommite had died in the process. It had been true then, and it remained true today. Some things just required a sacrifice.

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] would note three tumbling, broken, flaming Corona frigates accelerating out of the atmosphere under no engine burn whatsoever.

The only answer that Zaiden got was a breath of a sigh.

 

[Seydon of Arda]

[member="Xer'ir"] [member="Xrawylz"] [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] @Ni'gel [member="Avarice"] [member="Osynth Obek"] [member="Razor Shot"]

The nexus tumult brokered a sudden, intensely nauseating spin in his stomach. Seydon hunkered in over his waist, clutching at the adhoc 'Fear Stick' still, mutated metabolism and various digestive processes fighting to quell the sensation and keep vital nutrients and acids from hosing past his mouth and nose. Blood wept out from a tear duct. His thought processes halted with a grind as Force Power swept across him, carrying overhead into an unseen wind-spout that caught the falling vessels. Hundreds of thousands of descending tonnage rebounded, slapped aside, retching debris twinkling debris clouds of smashed plate hulling, detached corridor segments, fire tracing fluid lines along pouring fuel leaks.

It was a simultaneous expression of agony and ecstasy. Rosa undoubtedly experienced the kiloton burst of rupturing energies far more emphatically then his blunted senses could taste, and understand its blustery nuances more intuitively. The dunaan scented funeral motes on the air. Equal measures of victory and death. Somewhere, Rave Merrill was laughing.

Seydon got off his knees. The 'Fear Stick' was a meter and a half of requisitioned trash repurposed into a focusing sceptre, notched with eldritch characters possessing enough potent, cosmic function that any weak mind caught staring at them would wet, shid, and scream themselves into a panicking retreat. A rare moment of frank observation of Rave in her element, creating and puttering, more or less nonplussed. The witcher imagined their parting gift would have been something suitably magnificent. Suitably 'her'. Her fingerprints still dotted the steel.

The half-dozen crystals chimed a fell note. Air and dust motes hummed into a coalescing squall. Some pockets of fighting briefly paused, unnerved by snaking worries nesting into the pits of their hearts. Sympathetic hoarfrost coated the ground in a spreading rime. Xeno eye compounds looked up to regard the welling pillar of cold, malign light rising maleficent from the stone at the witcher's feet. Cat eyes were dewy and wet. The last time he'd cried with any earnest feeling was when he put down Guenyvhar Gunn amidst Contruum's mountainous snows. His mother.

Willpower flared. He turned the stave round in his palms and aimed the butt toward the black-eyed xeno-things waddling in their hackneyed casement and floating command thrones. Projections of purpose oft required an explicit, focused want, otherwise the Force effect would fizzle out like a dying sparkler. Seydon wasn't sure what he desired. He did what Rosa suggested during one session aimed at fortifying his mental defences: latch to a feeling and allow it expansion. So he did. The crystals took on hard light, the noetic inscriptions glowing in the pipe-steel, heat wafting as the stave glowed molten hot. Rage. Rage enough to put the foetid Dark Lord into a cower and make any Mandalorian war master mewl like a chastened youth.

He turned the stave and used it to instill a single, white-hot feeling and word across the opposed gathering of invading kidnappers.


“FLEE.”

 

[Darth Metus]

A detour.

Why had he decided to take that detour?

While true, the Queen herself had reached out through time and space...Isley did not have to answer. While they had some semblance of camaraderie at this point, the Dar'manda did not have to deviate from his path. He had estimated...nay...guaranteed that he would be there in six hours. Yet the unexpected change in trajectory saw that time literally double. [member="Spencer Varanin"] had made a summons: a telepathic prod directly into Isley's mind. She was, surprisingly, aware of what was unfolding on Dromund Kaas.

And had offered to help.

Thus did the Dar'manda break away from his pace across the stars and stop. He made the swiftest of pickups before resuming his journey. Yet, as he and his cadre of vessels breached the Stygian Caldera...something happened. Ice happened. No, not the physical kind which gripped Dromund Kaas...but rather, the sort that accompanied loss. The sort that stole the breath from one's lungs and caused the eyes to sting. Oh, he knew. The Force was being too wild for him not to.

And it was his fault.

The Mie'yebo shuddered as it thundered out of hyperspace. In but seconds, it was joined by the Sentinel, the Ferocity, and the Blue Krait. By now, the space was getting croweded, what with Coalition forces in the neighborhood. But, thankfully, cloaking was an option. And following that point, "auto-pilot" took the wheel. Isley was too busy suiting up; too busy raging against himself. His reclaimed beskar'gam, that lost suit adorned with Taozin, was quickly donned. Alongside that, an old friend was given a pat in the cargo hold.

His ship descended over the last place that his master had seen. The dismal, winter-swept world was more than she deserved. To go here? To have gone at all?.

Kark that. No. She was Rave-Motherkarking-Merrill. There was no way she was gone. She was too smart, too powerful. This had to be a mistake, it had to be.

Angry thoughts raced through his mind as the Mie'yebo opened its hold. How many of these avaricious, xenomorph lives equated to one Rave Merrill? How much of their blood would equate to the greatness of hers? Isley leapt upon his Bes'uliik and uttered a single word in the tongue of Mandalore. It lumbered forth and leapt out into the heavens, freefalling for a moment before kicking on its engines. Yes. A wide-spread command to flee was roared through the Force. Seydon had given them the order and now Isley would give them the reason.

His beast strafed the ground, unleashing hell upon the xenomorph. Missiles. Explosions. Death. Its rider, too, viciously spilt the blood of his enemies. Pure wrath blasted from his fingertips: lightning cast in wild arcs. They fell to heat and concussion, to burns and claw. They fell as penance to the one who was lost.

But even this fit of rage...even death upon death upon death...wouldn't bring her back.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], [member="Rosa Gunn"], [member="Rave Merrill"], [member="Osynth Obek"], [member="Xer'ir"], [member="Seydon of Arda"], [member="Isley Verd"]


Time seemed to slow down. Well, this was just her perception of things. From the skies warships came crashing down as if they were on a parabolic descent into the pit of hell. Given the fact that this was Dromund Kaas, perhaps such an analogy was fitting, and yet it was misplaced.


For there were innocents who dwelt here upon this benighted world. For some absurd reason the invaders had come here. For what? To raid and pillage. Perhaps to claim this world after eradicating the natives. Either way, they were bent on destruction. The Force howled like the roar of a god, and the life of Rave Merrill passed away as her strength shoved the frigates that threatened Hythe the most away. Carnage raged across an already ruined city. One could call it a literal manifestion of 'you shall not pass'. Burning rage emanated from Seydon of Arda. In strength and intensity the psychic onslaught was like a massive tidal wave, imprinting upon the xenos the command to flee this world immediately.


Or face cataclysm. In space, the Coalition fleet had appeared and none too soon. Its guns were unloading upon the invaders. High into the clouds you could already see the fireworks on display, along with the looming shadow of the mothership. Red and orange, violet and blue. If this had not been deadly serious, one could have perceived it as a beautiful light show. The sort of thing any Holowood director would be envious of.


I am the eye in the hurricane. Her eyes looked skyward. She had been there when CIS tried to drop Lucrehulks on Atrisia and when they razed Druckenwell. The memories made her angry. Anger was a very powerful weapon. Siobhan perceived the xenos troopers trying to swarm them like a horde of angry locusts. Her ears were ringing under the sonic blasts and explosions, but she kept focus. Inside her, the Force roared with power. The nexus of Dromund Kaas was full of ancient energies. This had been a world of power for millennia, before anyone who stood upon this accursed world had taken their first steps into the mysteries of the Force, let alone drawn breath.

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Her head hurt like hell, beneath her beskar helmet her nose was bleeding and strain was evident across her features. Inside her chest, her heart was thumping loudly as if it were about to burst as she drank from the fountain of power. At this point, she was far too immersed in the Force to care. Then the Dark Master unleashed her power. Rage had been washing over her like rainfall, now it was a flood, a tsunami of power. She plain and simply wanted the invaders away. Away as far as possible from the planet before they could once again try to rain down destruction upon it. Their demise would be pleasing to her.


And so, she shoved. Such a simple term, though in its essence it covered exactly what she sought to do, as willpower flared to life and blazed across the sky in an outburst of fury. A titanic wave of unadulterated, telekinetic energy shrieked from her. Such was the force that the ground in front of her warped, the air twisted in strange shapes and the still somewhat raging wind blew across the city with a loud howl. Cracks and small fissures appeared in the ground here and there. In the same moment as the psychic onslaught erupted from the witcher, her own power would sweep towards the hovering warships in the atmosphere with the intent of crashing into them with absurd force.



A force that would blast them far away from Hythe Park. Under the strain the force of her own onslaught caused, Siobhan dropped down to one knee. A terrible pain gripped her mind as the headache worsened. but it could not stay her wroth as she unleashed stygian might upon the warships, blasting them with her power again and again. There would be explosions, death, pain. The deaths of the invaders, whatever race or creed they were, would please the battle goddess.

 

[Bolt]

With the powers he had in Flow Walking, moderate as they were, yet no where the woman whom seemed to freeze time, he looked ahead moments ago. Now he was aware of the result, as he had seen in one of the potentials. Casting his eyes to the nearby woman who was bombarding the fleet over head, Zaiden once again cast about himself the strongest skill he possesed. Rave, she was beyond the word of Master over Alchemy, Sioban was an unimaginably powerful telekinetic; he was a stealth user. No one had ever seen him, none, unless he allowed it.

And now? He cheated! With the No-Show once again active, a barrrier was erected about himself that negated sensors, thermal and the like, as well as kept all sound inside. Thus, while once he had to focus on these things, his full brunt went to the base of his Force Cloaking - White Current errupted around him, but in an encumbering circle so even one adept in its skill would only see the bubble, not where he was within, combined with Bent Light. It was the strongest Cloak he had. With the woman, the murderer that she was, focused on annihalating the fleet, and the others focused on their choices, he doubted there was a need for dwindling his Force Signature. Yet he did this as well. Only enough to prop up his Cloak was allowed to flow forth.

Walking slowly forward, he decided in an instant, that he would do this act: he would give her a powerful sweep of an attack If it failed, the Force would be giving a sign that this was acceptable, her living. If it went through, then it would be the opposite. Thus it was, as he walked forward to the redhead, drawing a single dagger from a place hidden against the small of his back - a Shadow Dagger, the Neuranium blade being the first mass produced item ever made by James Armor Co.

The closer he got, the better he felt. He would attempt to stop one that was doing her best to kill, yet he had witnessed that the woman he had came to see, had in a way redeemed herself. Though it was obvious in the battle, that this fleet was attempting to raze Kaas, it was an unnecessary force driving them back.

He was in the right.

At least thats what his mind said.

Drawing back his arm, blade in hand, he threw it forth to plunge the blade towards its target, the side of her neck, at a downward diagnal slope that would pierce her heart as well if it struck home.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Xer'ir"]

Everything had gone to plan…mostly. The enemy seemed to have only one thought; ram and flee. Gould knew that if they had concentrated their attacks better their combined strength might have done serious damage to her escorts.
Just as well.

In any case, the Coalition fleet had melted away the alien invaders like ice before the blowtorch. Frigates had been destroyed, many unfortunately crashing down upon the surface. To Gould’s great surprise the pieces of three had rocketed back into space, defying gravity! She didn’t know that [member="Rave Merrill"] had perished below.

Some of the ships belonging to [member="Xrawylz"] were attempting to flee, and Gould let them go. There was no choice at this moment.

“All fighters move in and engage. Cut through the fighters, then intercept the falling debris as much as possible. Adventure, Surprise, Pioneer go with them.”

That left just the mothership. It had managed to fire again, the impact jolting the Destiny hard and depleting the shields further. Not only that, but ramming frigates had also attacked the Star Destroyers. Suicidal…but foolish. The frigates were too small to do much damage to the capital ship’s shields even in pairs.

“Shields down to less than 20%, ma’am!”

“They’ve done their dash. Hit that mothership with everything we have. Unleash the Fulminatus.”

The mothership was now the only target left of any value for the big ships. Three star destroyers, three cruisers and three heavy frigates unleashed upon it as it weighed up in orbit, partly disabled.

From reserve the Fulminatus corvettes moved forward, moving high on the Y plane, then coming down on top of the mothership whilst the other ships hit it from below. Their Baradium warheads could inflict massive damage on even large capital ships, and a full volley of twelve now streaked out to hit the mothership.

“Chief gunner, I have new orders for you. The Vortex Cannonshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/55026-vortex-macro-cannon/…can the cluster round targeting priorities be set?”
“Yes, ma’am?” he asked, confused.
“Set it to target wreckage. Fire the Vortex rounds, both of them. Target the debris.”

The cluster rounds each contained 2000 miniature warheads which would seek out and destroy the enemy. Now they were set to destroy either the enemy’s fighters or the falling debris of their ships. That would help take some of the pressure off the settlement below. The Destiny could also use its tractor beams to steer some of the pieces away from the settlement.

Spoiler

Coalition Fleet:
Admiral Kyrana Gould commanding

• 1 x Paladin Star Destroyer (1600m)(Speed: 3)
  Destiny 300/1600 (0ACS)
  Firing all batteries on the mothership and other frigates. Using Vortex cannons and tractor beams to target debris.

[*]2 x Crusader Star Destroyers (3200m)(Speed: 3)

• Deliverance 1200/1600 (3 Interceptor, 3 Fighter, 1 Bomber)
  Firing on mothership and/or surviving frigates. Fighters engaging surviving Flarestars and debris.

[*]Justice 1200/1600 (3 Interceptor, 3 Fighter, 1 Bomber)

• Firing on mothership and/or surviving frigates. Fighters engaging surviving Flarestars and debris.

[*]3 x Sentinel Cruiser (1500m)(Speed: 5)

• Voss 500/500 (3 Interceptor)
  Firing on mothership. Fighters engaging surviving Flarestars and debris.

[*]Laekia 500/500 (3 Fighter)

• Firing on mothership. Fighters engaging surviving Flarestars and debris.

[*]Arkas 500/500 (3 Fighter)

• Firing on mothership. Fighters engaging surviving Flarestars and debris.

[*]3 x Vigilance Frigate (900m)(Speed: 6)

• Virtue 300/300 (0ACS)
  Firing on surviving frigates.

[*]Honour 300/300 (0ACS)

• Firing on surviving frigates.

[*]Temperance 300/300 (0ACS)

• Firing on surviving frigates.

[*]3 x Guardian Frigates (900m)(Speed: 6)

• Spar 300/300 (0ACS)
  Engaging debris.

[*]Watchman 300/300 (0ACS)

• Engaging debris.

[*]Warden 300/300 (0ACS)

• Engaging debris.

[*]3 x Frontier Corvettes (450m)(Speed: 7)

• Adventure 150/150 (1 Fighter)
  Engaging debris. Fighters destroying debris.

[*]Surprise 150/150 (1 Fighter)

• Engaging debris. Fighters destroying debris.

[*]Pioneer 150/150 (1 Fighter)

• Engaging debris. Fighters destroying debris.

[*]3 x Fulminatus Corvettes (375m)(Speed: 8)

• Dart 125/125 (0ACS)
  Full heavy warhead run on mothership.

[*]Bolt 125/125 (0ACS)

• Full heavy warhead run on mothership.

[*]Quarrel 125/125 (0ACS)

• Full heavy warhead run on mothership.

Total: 8925 metres.

 

[Xrawylz]

Xrawylz was suprised to see they were not firing on him, pathetic, they could have killed him in an instant, but they were to concerned with saving the subsentients below.

Xrawylz eventually got his small group out of the gravity well, and he immedietly set his fleet back to base. They would need to pick up the pieces, but the aliance could be saved, he knew that for sure.

"On your word sir." The navigations officer said.
"Jump." Xrawylz replied.

Xrawylz said this with remorse, as the prime was dead, he had to be... right?
The small group of barely held together ships then jumped to hyperspace, though this was not the end, and he knew it.

---Exit Thread---​

 

[Xer'ir]

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] | [member="Razor Shot"] | [member="Osynth Obek"] | [member="Xrawylz"] | [member="Avarice"] | [member="Rave Merrill"] | [member="Seydon of Arda"] | [member="Isley Verd"]


The mothership had expended its main cannon, and the little power it had left... It was weaker than the Frigates. The remainder of its engines fired upward, propelling it with the little speed it had left towards the Paladin. Its point defenses kicked on, but not entirely effective. The last two frigates fell, and the few Flarestars clinging for life as the carnage ensued.

The Mothership sputtered, its whaling groan audible to those on the surface. Its final groan, the sound of its death. As it absorbed every hit, it spewed debris for every shot. Its capacitors blew and its engines overloaded or sparked out. It pushed and pushed until the reactors gave out from the destruction, imploding and splitting the entire ship.

Several remaining Flarestars sorrowfully exited the battle as swiftly as possible, jumping out of the system to parts unknown.



To those on the planets surface, it wasn't just a giant disc splitting, before it finally split, the center exploded several times, unable to handle the weapons fire or the reactors going off. The shields were unheard of by now, they ended long ago as critical internal systems had well shorted out. A giant fireball in the sky that would be suffocated out quicker than it erupted. This marked the fall of the Diversity Alliance, although its members could linger along.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

It might have been a whisper on the wind or in Sio's storm-wracked mind. A message from someone who'd seen the future or the past or just another plane entirely.

-stealth dick behind you, kerrigan-

-area of effect-

-now-

 

[Rosa Gunn]

There was no warning for Rosa, no chance for her to withdraw into herself, to protect herself against the onslaught of emotion. She was an exposed nerve, driven to her knees by the wave of agony and joy that rolled from where Rave had stood. Attacked by the fury and despair from Siobhan and Seydon she was paralysed. She spent months of rehab since Layill's death concealing the souls she'd bound to them, the work unraveled and their screams echoed in her mind.

She was drowning in dark energy, struggling to breathe, she tipped forward, fingers digging into the earth. There was no love lost between her and Rave, but her love, her husband, Seydon was in pain. She pulled their fury inwards, finally sucking in a breath. Lilac eyes slid back open, glittering with red and Rosa reached out in the force, seeking alien minds already made fragile by the staff in Seydons hand.

Rosa vanished from where she was and appeared in a hundred places at once, a figure head to bring the Seydons message home. But she wasn't done. Working her ways between the cracks of minds, Rosa unleashed a blinding pain. All Rave had felt, all the three of them remaining felt compacted into a small area and amplified. Some soldiers dropped, unable to bear it.


All at once, the hundred Rosa's screamed in fury.

[member="Rave Merrill"][member="Xer'ir"]@Xrawylz@Razor Shot[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"][member="Isley Verd"][member="Seydon of Arda"][member="Osynth Obek"][member="Osynth Obek"]

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Xer'ir"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Xrawylz"]

It was over.

A small smile had crossed Gould’s face as the baradium missiles had struck the killing blow. She was just glad…really glad…that there’d not been more of those motherships, or that they’d been used more tactically.

Still, victory was victory, and a shattering one at that.

“Report. Losses, damage?”
“Eight fighters lost, five pilots gone, the other three were picked up. Minor damage to some more attack craft. Damage to the larger ships is limited to some overload damage on the Colossus and the shield capacitors here. Other than that…it seems like the surface is where the damage is.”
“Understood. Dispatch two fresh wings of fighters to strafe any invaders still in action. Deploy marines and support staff to help the wounded and contain the damage. Send a message to the people on the ground…and continue to deal with the falling debris. Oh, and enemy losses?”
“Almost complete. Three or four frigates got away. The rest have been destroyed or crippled.”
“This will be a lesson for the galaxy – if you choose to terrify and destroy the oppressed we will stop you if we can.” Or at least those close to Coalition space!

Looking out at the quite spectacular lightshow below as pieces of debris burnt up like fiery rain she sighed. Her losses had been few, but the people below had suffered. Those invaders would face justice if they tried this again.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Rosa Gunn"], [member="Seydon of Arda"], [member="Rave Merrill"], [member="Razor Shot"], [member="Kyrana Gould"]


Siobhan's mind had been focused on bringing hell to the xenos, but not completely oblivious. Suddenly, she was pulled away from her campaign of destruction. Perhaps it was a whisper on the wind or in her destruction-filled mind. Regardless, she heard the words and her danger senses flared. Moreover, thanks to the tutelage she had received from [member="Coryth Elaris"], a master of bending light, she was a bit more adept perceiving stealthers than before.


One might note that she was wearing full beskar'gam, which would make the knife ineffective at piercing her neck, let alone her heart. Either way, she got the message about the danger behind her and, in the same moment as she heard the whisper, acted.


Her power unleashed an area of effect TK wave that should send the attacker, who for some reason had decided to assault a woman trying to thrash an invasion of murderous xenos, flying away with a bone-crushing impact. The dagger he was trying to plunge towards her neck would simply bounce off her armour. The fury she'd been unleashing upon the strange aliens was abruptly redirected against the unknown stealther. Boom.


Obviously in a far more compact package after the massive amount energy she'd expended, but that was relative considering she'd been pummelling frigates earlier. Ouch. AOE meant she didn't need to aim precisely and strongly reduced the attacker's ability to suddenly dodge.

 

[Ranik Keeran]

Ranik scurried quickly to the old and demolished temple that was once a Sith Temple. By now the aliens had all retreated, debris flying, explosions going off. Hopefully no one would have noticed him, and hopefully his ship would be undiscovered and undamaged. Eventually he founds his way to the ruins... he had no idea what would be awaiting him, if anything was down there. If the underground parts of the temple were even stable, or some areas collapsed. He still had his weapons with him, and his instincts, and that was all he would ever need. Hopefully he can get this done quickly.

 

[Seydon of Arda]

As thick-skinned as he was, what protection offered by his mutagenic changes did little against his wife's keening onslaught. Her scream rippled the air with distortion waves. Seydon looked up what was a wall of watery mirage that rocked into his body, sending tangible and incarnate pain seething through his ears, eyes, and nose. The dunaan went to his knees and dropped the adhoc staff, pawing his gloved hands up across his temples. Blood vessels were opening in the phlegm of his nasal passages and throat, forcing him to snort and cough gore out of his air passages. Power was clamping onto the solid bone of his skull, threatening to vice and split the occipital sutures running beneath his skin open and splash his brain onto the peat. Even his heart beat pained to force blood flow along constricting arteries, growing shallow under the Force Scream onslaught.

He dared to look up. The pressure on his head closed over his eyes, nearly detaching them out of their sockets. Despite Seydon opening his jaw wide to breath, oxygen refused pass over his tongue. With vision spinning and darkening into a tunnel, he grasped at the crystal-inset pipe and hobbled forward. Scores of phantom 'Rosa's' were a crowd surrounding the pinnacle hilltop. Behind him, the little chapel Rave commandeered for her work lost one rickety wall, before falling inward in a plume of brick dust and broken mortar. The small debris cloud drilled about in the psionic wind before dispersing. Seydon watched the motes pass through each apparition... 'Till he spotted one 'Rosa' standing that was now chalky with powder.

It was too much an effort to force sound past trembling vocal chords. Seydon fought the unconsciousness swarming around his sight with increasingly dark rings. Hearing was just a split ring that wormed sharp twinges across his ear drum. But he trudged up, boot over boot, stepping against Rosa's shattering cries. Pebbles and peat grains swirled against his flanks, blown out of deepening rivulets carved by the force of her bellow. Almost – He reached a hand for her shoulder. Sheer proximity shot nerve-pain through his fingers and up his shoulder, agony that paralysed feeling. The dunaan grit his teeth and snorted a clot out his nose, breaking forward with one more step, and caught his wife in a hoisting bear hug.

[member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa's reaction at touch was instinctive, dark matter forming in her hands to shape a spear of midnight. She spun to face her would be attacker, to launch it into their chest. Last minute she recognised him, in the moment she turned and [member="Seydon of Arda"] pulled her into a tight hug she shifted the direction of the spear. It slammed into the ground, missing his flank by millimetres.

She'd stopped screaming, hands pawing at his face, realisation dawning at the damage she done. "Gods...Seydon..." She choked, her apparitions vanishing slowly. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." She was weeping openly now, the battle around them forgotten as she pressed her forehead against his. They needed to go, she should never have come, she wasn't ready.

But all she could do was cry, all she could do was apologise.

[member="Seydon of Arda"]