Exodus Crash | CIS Invasion of UCM's Eshan Hex

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Location: Eshan City - Near the Bridge to the Palace
Equipment: Beskar’gam, Lightsaber, The Songbird, Frag Grenades, Ianua Dagger, "Ri Qorit" Disabler
Tags:[member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Voph"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Helly Reyne"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Cay-Yo"] [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
[member="Lucien Rayne"] [member="Derek Dib"] [member="Ayda Elisantra"] [member="Valdus Bral"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Tathra Khaeus"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Khia Varad"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Alden Akaran"] [member="Fedrig"] @All Others

Objectives: Try and Save Everyone

Troops:

45 Clanker Droids
30 Clone Troopers
10 Commandos
1 AAT's (Six B1's riding/guarding)
4 Vulture Droids
2 Force Hunter
4 Magnaguard

(Commanding Eternal Empire Forces)


The crash that surrounded them was immense. The amount of force applied to her field nearly overwhelmed her. It's why her eyes never left Jerek. Her passion increased, each moment, as she knew exactly what she was fighting for. She made no attempt to hide, or make better what she was doing. She was selfish, she would save each one of them, especially her boyfriend. Micah's bubble was a welcome addition, it kept her body from being smashed around. Not that it would have deterred her from doing this even if she was being crushed by it.

However, when Micah's bubble popped, she was struck by the water, and grunted, holding the barrier a bit longer. She watched as Jerek walked off, and gave the kitten to one of her clones. Debris laden water slammed into her, and the girl grunted in pain at the shock, but, the water flowed back out now. Soon it was much less of a danger, and she lowered her own bubble. Dark side corruption flowed from her body, like black steam. As Jerek grabbed her hand, she took it, desperately, a reminder he was okay, that she did good. She stumbled and put her weight on Jerek. “H-Hey hon.....” Her body felt like it was electrified, as the dark side began to vacate her once more. Then, out of no where, Allya began to laugh. A loud laugh. “Hahahah!” She was so happy to still be alive. Eyes went over her troops. She lost two of her tanks, and the B1's that guarded them. However one was left. All ten of her commandos, the thirty clone troopers, Jerek, Micah, and 45 of her Clanker droids. It wasn't as big an army as she had hoped, but, she did good.

The girl panted, and clung to Jerek for dear life. “It's a Silver Jedi Order Star Destroyer. They came to help us. We got word from it, that supposedly Mandalorian ally forces had infiltrated it and took over it. Air forces tried to help. But, apparently they began trying to crash it into the planet. We tried to blow it out of the sky. Thought it worked. Apparently not well enough.” Her helmet had all the latest equipment and was connected to the databases on the Angelic Fury.

While Jerek tried to still the voices that screamed in his mind, Allya did not. She took in the sorrow, the pain, the fear, and she internalized it. She absorbed the intense passion of the people around her, and their intense desire to live. She used to and revitalized herself through the dark side. Soon, she stood on her own again as tears ran down her helmeted face. She refused. Flat out, unequivocally refused!

She activated her comm to the Angelic Fury, she spoke through it. “Fleet Marshal, I am taking control of the ground forces as previously discussed. Take care of my ship”

Anton's voice rang through. “We are...occupied, but take control Adjutant. I will keep your ship safe, or die trying. Fleet Marshal out.” Allya turned her frequency to the Eternal Empire comms. “This is Adjudant Allya Vi'Dreya. Move on the city. Put down resistance, and rescue survivors in the city. Bring it all in, we dig fast, and hard.” However, it was at this moment her sensors picked up the massive worm wrapped round the palace. “Oh phrikin' hell.” On her comms again. “Countermand that, do not engage hostiles in the city, bring heavy ordinance to the palace! All others, rescue survivors. Bring in any fighter support we have left. We have something huge to deal with.” Across all CIS channels she gave a status update, and alerted everyone about the star destroyer, and the worms that had popped up.

The four Eternal Empire drop ships moved into the area. Out of them Ultranaughts dropped to the ground, with heavy ordinance, spider walkers, and IFV's also came out. One giant AM-AT "Centipede" walker, and enough fire power to change this battle had they desired. Into the city, the organized soldiers proved their worth, by quickly and efficiently clearing through the rubble, finding the injured and medevaced them out of the area on a fleet of smaller drop ships and shuttles that came from above. The entire operation was done with a professionalism, an elitism, only found in the soldiers of Nelvaan.

The four massive corvette sized drop ships, opened fire with their turbolaser at the giant worm wrapped around the palace. The shots were taken only when able to be taken without hitting the structure so at to not cause more damage. These were no mere tank weapons. These blasts could melt through duracrete, and durasteel, destroying the most hardy of armors. The rocky armor on the back of these worms didn't stand a chance if enough hits blasted it. The turreted laser cannons also blasted at it, taking small burst shots. Each shot carefully aimed and not taken if it threatened the main objective. Swarms of Vulture Droids took to the sky around the palace, and through the city. Some acted as scouts and spotters for the wounded, others actively looked for more of the worms and enemy troops.

A comm change later, and she hailed the Mandalorians across all channels she could. “Mando'ade. I bring you news. A Star Destroy has crashed into the city. What is more, massive worms are appearing, and attacking everything. I will not ask you to trust me. I am asking, that if you were honest in your belief of your honor, and your intentions for this planet, help us destroy this threat, rescue these people, and after, we can go back to wanting to beheading one another. What say you?”

Allya raised a hand at Jerek and called out loudly to Fenrig and his people. One hand of hers was straight in front of her as she walked towards them. Her other hand was away from her weapons. “Will you help us destroy this threat? Or run from the glory of a kill of this size? What will you choose? I won't hold it against you either way, but make your choice. Time is running out.”

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

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Location: Hyperspace to Eshan
Objective: Defend Eshan from the CIS Invasion in the valleys.
Equipment:

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Sekallian Grandmaster Robes, Exemplar-class Personal Energy Shield, Amos Amor Lightsabers, Saber Stick, Saber Shield, Royal circlet, Arm Bracers, Inqusition Horizon S1 (Data Pad)

Units:

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Ancoran Royal Guard, Asuna, MPSD-S1, x3 Arachnid-AT, x4 Voi Speeders, Penubra Unit, x2 C-046 Vehicular Transport, x3 C-023 Troop transport

Allies: M.E., [member="Mig Gred"]
Opponents: CIS, [member="Celiana"] , [member="Kat Decoria"]



A call came over the coms as Sanya charged. "This is Cynthia Solus, Alor of clan Solus. Any empty troop transports available I need at my position immidiatly." "This Is Sanya Cadera Val Swift, reading you loud and clear friend. I will lend you mine and a walker to use." She said looking over in the distance a star destroyer crashing. Parts of it flew off in the explosions sending debris all over even as far as the area that she is currently in. "I will also lend you some of my best, My Guard will accompany you Cynthia, Manda speed vod." Sanya switched coms channels. "Guard unit, you are to take a walker and the transports to meet up with the Alor of clan Solus immidiatly, i am assigning you on search and rescue and to protect her allies."

The woman could feel the masses of lives lost awakening an echo in the force. Such emptiness made the feeling of it overwhelming and enraging. It was hard to push it out being so in-tuned with the force on a deep and personal level. It was as if the force it's self was lashing out. The woman would grit her teeth as she looked forward at the battle that laid a head. "Focus damn it. Force be with me as we stop these invaders taking more lives." She said to herself before picking up more speed.

Those close by now would feel the surge of the force flowing through one point. It was not tainted by the dark nor was it loosely grasped like a Jedi, no they'd feel this surge of the force in its purest and most raw form. The woman began channelling this power into creating a large ball of white fire and launching it up into the air. Her way of saying she was coming for the enemy. There was no intentions to hide. In fact Sanya wanted them to know she was coming. Blood pumped through her veins rushing adrenaline throughout her body. It was empowering. Both hands rubbed over the V shaped hilts before taking a firm grasp pulling them from the holsters they sat in.

With a flourish She'd ignite Amos and Amor cascading a pink and a purple blade. "Maria, Activate stealth mode take hold of your saber and be prepared for Duumo fighting style." The woman looked up to see a large chunk of debris falling taking notice that it would land in her path way. She'd use the force to toss maria into the air to get over the chunk just as she force jumped over. However Sanya still had yet to realise that her party had a third person tagging along. Asuna also took notice and covered her face in preparation for the dirt it would kick up, not only that but delaying her advance to help her queen.

 

[Kiff Brayde]

OBJECTIVE: Regroup Naval Forces, make himself useful
SHIP: The Benevolent Pride, an Adjudicator-class Star Destroyer
ALLIES: [member="Derek Dib"], the Confederacy
ENEMIES: The Mandalorian Empire, Mandalorian Navy

To say that the low orbit battlefield was a chaotic, fiery mess would be a gross understatement of the intense terror and fighting that Captain Kiff Brayde and the crew of the Benevolent Pride, had gone through during the duration of the fight. From the invasion itself, blasting the pitiful Mandalorian navy out of the skies to only be forced to turn around as reinforcements streaked through hyperspace towards them, the durasteel plating of the Star Destroyer was marked with carbon-scorches and massive chunks had been ripped out of the ship from cannon fire, flak guns and bombing raids. Yet the ship had survived, and they were hardly done.

It was largely thanks to the force of Viceroy Dib, and the Seventh Fleet, Auxillary Command, that had saved the majority of the Confederacy Fleet and the Benevolent Pride from becoming floating debris and dust in the void. They had smashed through the Mandalorian reinforcements, and were now delivering their own troops to the surface as they left others to wipe up the remains of the Mandalorian Navy. The raucous cheering on the bridge as the Seventh Fleet arrived had been the only real celebration today, but Kiff wasn't going to try and suck out that high energy just yet. He'd save that for when the casualty reports came in.

For now, they were wiping out the remnants of the Mandalorian Navy, the fringes that still tried to remain in the fight. A destroyer burst into flames as the broadsides of the Benevolent Pride kicked in, sending its crew into the void as the fires of the brief supernova were quickly extinguished in the vacuums of space. The battle was not yet over, but Kiff was beginning to feel the stagnation of no real orders of what to do, which was maybe why he pinged the Kraken to see if there was anything he could assist with.

 

[Kylo Kyr'am]

Kylo Kyr'am
Alor'ad

Inventory:
Beskar'gam
Twin Westar Pistols
Custom Blaster Rifle
Beskad

Objective: Annihilate CIS
Opponent: [member="Kurenai Yumi"]

Kylo saw the woman get hit by his blaster bolt, only the shoulder but it worked, he'd have to try harder. Then he watched her throw force bolts at him. Kylo set a charge on the building for 5 seconds, then jumped down to avoid the bolts, one hit his upper chest near his heart. The impact hurt but Kylo shrugged it off. Kylo softened his landing with his jet pack, loaded another wrist rocket just as his charge went off. The building exploded sending rubble down that would fall on the girl if she didn't act quickly. Kylo jetpacked away to avoid the rubble, Kylo then fired his wrist rocket on one side of the rubble then fired a toxic poison dart to the other side of the rubble making it to where no matter where she went she would most likely get hit, but which one, rubble, toxic dart or wrist rocket. Kylo landed and awaited and watched.

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[Kyyrk]

Objective: Drive the Mandalorians from Eshan, Evacuate as many Echani as possible
Allies: CIS and Friends
Enemies: Mandalorians, and any who would seek to cause more harm to the Echani people.
Loadout: Armor, Lightsaber, Ri Qorit Device
Ship Links: Octarch x20 Mynock x22
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Cay-Yo"] [member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] [member="Valdus Bral"] [member="Azure Djitred"]
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Voph was moving through the hallways of the palace, attempting to be as silent as he could in his heavy armor. He could see a squad moving towards his position from a floor below. Armed. Fourty Five in total. He decided to deactivate his lightsaber. They were Echani. Given the blasters in their posession, he assumed they weren't coming up for a chat. But he wasn't going to let that stop him. He took cover behind a doorway, using the Force to reach out to them. "Children of Eshan. Lay down your arms." His voice echoed and reverberated around the halls as he spoke, amplified by the Force. "We do not seek to harm you."

Voph gripped his lightsaber tighter. They were still advancing. "This Empire you so blindly serve killed thousands of your kind in subjugation. They have fought great crusades against others, leaving entire worlds scarred and burnt. Though the Mandalorians have seen fit to spare you now. They will turn on you. They always do." Voph jerked back as the door frame shattered under the impact of a blaster bolt. "This is your final warning. Surrender or die." Another shot. Fine. If that's how they wanted to play, that's how they were going to play.

Another hail of bolts struck the wall Voph was hiding behind. He spun, bringing his left arm up, and unleashing a wave of energy at the Echani militia. The force alone wasn't enough to hurt them. It's what came after. He was in no rush. The force surged around him erupting from his hand in spray of light and lightning as his saber re-ignited. The violet blade turned through the air, arcing lightning as the blaster bolts flew once again. Voph let himself become immersed in the Force as the blaster bolts flew thick. The fire burned deep within him. And for a moment, time slowed.

Voph could feel the anger...the fear of the Echani around him. He could see the battle raging in the skies above, his pilots doing everything in their power to best the ARC fighters. And he could sense the arrival of new forces. All which sought the destruction of Eshan. Another world at the mercy of tyrants. Voph felt sorrow. How many families had been destroyed this day? How many children would never know the safety of their parents arms again? How many parents would be left to raise children on their own? Voph felt a pang of agony in his heart at the thought. Wua. His dear Wua. Voph paused, blaster bolts pinging off his armor. He did not care to stop them. They would stop themselves soon enough.

For now he was consumed with sorrow. Grief. The demon whispered in his ear. The Dark was calling to him. Then, from a distance, it came. Crashing around him like the waters that had engulfed Cardinal and Madalena. He wanted to give up, to surrender himself to its tide and be swept away. But he did not. His arms began to spread. War. It would be the death of him some day. As it was the death of so many before him. But today was not that day. He was sorrowful, true. But deep down, there was something more. Something begging to be unleashed. And Voph was all too happy to oblige.

What followed was...inhuman. It echoed through the halls of the palace, with all the ferocity of the Rancor residing on the lower levels. Voph's arms flew outwards, as the Force surged away from him, exploding with enough force to shatter the windows around him. He had no sympathy for the Echani caught in the blast. They had asked for this. No mercy. No respite.

Only Rage.

 

[null3]

Allies: Mandalorian Empire
Enemies: The CIS
Location: Above Eshan
Objective: Land troops on the ground while raising hell in space
Fleet: The Section Labeled Harris' Fleet

“If your enemy is secure at all points, be prepared for him. If he is in superior strength, evade him. If your opponent is temperamental, seek to irritate him. Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant. If he is taking his ease, give him no rest. If his forces are united, separate them. If sovereign and subject are in accord, put division between them. Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected .”
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Harris' fleet continued to send volleys of round down range until the was a distress signal. The bridge shook as a pair of red lights, one on each side, and a siren of distress blared from the holo-table. Harris quickly marched over as the ship shook from occasional hits from the enemy fleet.

Approaching the Holo-table, Harris looked at Commander Wills and nodded, "Patch them through."

"Of course sir!"

Quickly a man fizzled onto the screen. It was Captain Achilles of the Acclamator, "Send help sir! We are being attacked by multiple craft trailing our rear!"

"Well, it's your lucky day, we have a squadron of TIE Strker's free. Lower power to your rear shields and increase power to your engines. You need to get to the ground now."

"Will do sir!"

The feed cut out and Harris quickly barked at one of the men to order 10 Strykers to move quickly to the ship.

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The Acclamator barreled towards the surface of Eshan as [member="Alden Akaran"] and his talons quickly pursued. Bolts were striking the rear of the acclamator and riddling the back of the shields. Achilles yelled at a crew officer as the ship rattled with the impacts of heavy hitting rounds.

"We need to get to the surface now. This division can not be destroyed!"

The shields lowered in the rear of the ship as the shields technicians did as ordered. There was the sound of a large explosion as some of the rounds actually began hitting the armor of the ship for the first time. Had it not been for this particular acclamator's strengthened shields, it would have been blown to hell by now. Achilles watched as the ships rear continued to fire, peaking though a small window on the back of the bridge. Quickly he got an idea.

"Fredrikson! We have a metric sh1t ton of empty storage containers in the main storage area, correct?"

"We have a few, why?"

"We are gonna dump some of the load. If we can make them think that they we are loosing supplies and going down, they may be less likely to trail directly behind us out of fear of a massive Durasteel container flying at them."

"It makes sense to me. And loosing some weight could definitely speed us up. I'm gonna call down the storage crew."

It was only a few moments later that, out of a rear airlock, large empty Durasteel containers were being pushed via machines and released to create a trail of high speed, heavy equipment, ejecting from the rear of the ship. At about the same time, the squadron of 10 Strykers quickly approached from the rear of Alden's ships.

 

[Azure Djitred]

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Post: 4​

Allies: Cuddles the Rancor, Clans of Mandalore and our allies, [member="Valdus Bral"]​

Enemies: CIS and their allies, [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Voph"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

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Cuddles - Keep watch​

Azure - Heal the wounded, keep them calm​

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Azure helped herd any straggling civilians into the lower levels, looking up above in concern. Cuddles loomed over the stairs to the lower levels protectively, as stairs were not her friend. The Rancor had decided to stand with the Bral troops in the main hall, knowing Azure was a mere mental call away. She eyed the upper levels, and roared in challage at any foes who might wish to enter.

Down in the basement levels, Azure sat with the Echani, watching the door to the cellar they had holed up in. She could feel powerful Dark Side presences upstairs, and felt concern for Cuddles and Valdus' men. She took a deep breath, and calmed herself. As the last line between the invaders and the civilians, she had to keep calm. Clutching her sword close, she began to hum, waiting.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Eshan's Capital City, next to the broken bridge, on the city side.
Allies: The Confederacy of Independent Systems + Allies
Enemies: ME
Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] | [member=Voph] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] | [member=Cay-Yo] | [member="Jerek Zenduu"] | [member=Micah] | [member="Valdus Bral"] + those who wish to join

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Buy her some time? Madalena looked to Cardinal, wanting to say something, but he said Fight well and disappeared from her sight before she could. Frowning, she stood at the bank of the river, unable to follow him into it. The Sithling covered her face with her arm, trying to block some of the dust. It was still early; there would be more dust soon enough from the damage of the collapsing buildings, and the entire area would be unbreathable by then. Not that it mattered, probably, considering no one would wish to come near when even local houses and businesses were reduced to rubble.

Sighing, she began to feel her body again, searching for the weapons. It felt so eerily naked to be without so many of her knives; she had started this war with a dozen, and now only one Czirka knife remained. Both swords that had been strapped to her back; Copero's Wail and the Knight Obsidian Sword, were also in place. Touching her sides, she found both of her slugpistols in place as well. Smoke was still missing. She was going to have to explain things to Josh. She didn't want to.

Looking at the palace again, she saw the worm that was cradling it. Krakking Force. What was that thing? Clearly, not something that the Confederacy had sent forward in any sort of way. But the Mandalorians? She didn't know. How did you even kill a giant worm? Would slicing it in half work? Did it die from poison? Her thoughts were on that, trying to remember everything her mother had told her about worms, but she came up with almost nothing other than that they were slimy and icky.

[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] 's voice in her mind caused her to look back at the water. Glowing green eyes widened in surprise as she recognized what came out of it. Madalena ran from where she was standing her hands fishing Smoke's hilt out of them. She broke into a smile and kissed the hilt, cradling it close to her chest. Did Cardinal know what and how much this weapon meant to her? She had never actually told him; but they were both Warriors. He knew it would have meaning, even if not precisely what that meaning was.

Thank you… she whispered back into his mind.

It was then that [member="Cay-Yo"] returned, riding on Lancelot. Madalena smiled in relief again. Her plan had worked. The Gizka had found its noble knight and they were back, both in one piece. The others were still a wee bit far away, but she wasn't going to wait now. They could join them when they were ready to. The worm had retreated in the meantime, going Force-knows where. It wasn't in the sky, so the ground was the only option, but Madalena begin to guess which of the sink holes was the guilty one.

"So here's our options," Madalena said as she crouched down on a knee, pointing at the thing that looked like it wanted to breed with the palace. "We can jump into one of the sink holes and try to find that worm, maybe run into others, and figure out if we can kill it before it kills us."

Offering her arms to Cay-Yo, Madalena gave both him and Lancelot a wicked grin now. "We can also go to the palace. How do you feel about flying there and removing the Mandalorian hiney that resides there off the throne?"

 

[Valdus Bral]

Location: Palace Throne Room.
Objective: Defend the Palace from CIS invaders. Defeat [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
Allies: [member="Azure Djitred"]
Opponent: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] , [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] , [member="Cay-Yo"] , [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] , [member="Srina Talon"] , [member="Tathra Khaeus"] and any CIS player who is attempting to get to the Palace or into the Palace Throne Room.
Post: 9
Battle Theme: Siege- Two Steps From Hell

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Outside the Palace​

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As the colossal Servators began to coil around the Palace, Valdus' Beviin transports quickly lifted, pilots lurching the heavy transports away just in time to avoid being crushed or thrown into the water below. The immense scale of the Servators were enough to give the four pilots and their gunners pause, but it was only momentary. The missile silos beneath the wings of the Beviins opened and with a rush and crack of ignition two concussion missiles a piece flew towards the body of the Servator. The missiles were soon joined by a flurry of light laser cannon fire and heavy laser cannons that were mounted on the wings of the Beviins. However, it appeared that the Servator was already in retreat. Some of the missiles went wide, others may have struck the retreating beast or blown some exterior piece of the Palace to rubble.

Above the low-altitude Beviins and the Palace the skirmish in the sky was raging. Tens of starfighters were bursting into flames, pulling off tight maneuvers that paid off only to have to be repeated. The flaming fuselage of one ARC-170 was on a collision course for @Scherzade deWinter and the group near her. Another piece of debris was shrieking towards any forces that may be on the bridge, it was the spinning severed wing of a Fang Fighter cartwheeling like a saw as it hit the bridge.

Upper floors of the Palace​

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The Echani warriors were not dissuaded by [member="Voph"] 's attempts at diplomacy, their blasters seemed ineffective and several began to rush at the intruder. However, as they did this they were blasted back by the torrent of energy and scream. Many of them were thrown into the ornate walls and statues that adorned them. While a handful began to shakily rise up from the ground, many stayed slumped against the walls and statues or sprawled across the floor, motionless.

The remaining Echani warriors wasted no time, seeking refuge behind statues as they continued their blaster fire. The troops in the main floor could hear the fighting, but they had their own orders and their own duties. The Echani would not be receiving the aid they desperately required at this very moment.

The Throne Room​

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Valdus watched as the Echani were slain one-by-one at the hands of [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] . How long had it been since the aging Mandalorian found himself face-to-face with someone that gave him that look? Before this day, months, though it had been a constant this day. The hidden eyes locked with Cardinal's as he spoke to him in a language he did not know, but he did fully understand; It was a challenge, a promise of his inevitable defeat. Valdus' chin rose, causing his helmet to tilt back slightly in the socket, " A big mouth doesn't make a big man." His right arm rose, carrying along with it the vibroaxe which now pointed the tops of the double axe heads at Cardinal, " Olaror bal jareor. [Come and throw your life away]" the deep voice spoke lowly, slightly muffled and coarse from the output. As he spoke two rectangular shapes unfolded upwards and over his shoulders smoothly and rapidly almost as if they were wings. They were unmistakable: two, triple barreled blasters. A fraction of a second after the blasters unfolded they began spinning up, then a fraction of a second later they were firing a hail of blaster bolts at Cardinal. Regardless of which direction Cardinal moved, the rotary blasters followed relentlessly. If Cardinal moved towards his left or right, the large shield would slide up in front of him as he pivoted to keep him in his vision. Every bolt hit with the force of the full-sized Z-6 Rotary Blaster. Ornate marble walls and columns quickly became burnt and gouged, throwing shards of sharp rock as the hot plasma blasted them apart.

As their combat began a shadow covered the occasional flash of light and burning sky; the Servator's massive body blocking out the light from the outside. The eclipse was soon followed by the sounds of explosions and heavy weapons fire as the exterior forces of both the Confederacy and the Mandalorians engaged the monstrosity. The shadow left just as fast as it had appeared, either the assault had worked in driving off the beast or it left on its own accord. Whoever it was that was controlling it was clearly no friend to Valdus,though that seemed a common trait in this city.

There was no victory in this battle, only who would be responsible for mending the shattered capital of Eshan. Another pointless battle that very well may lead into an equally or even more pointless war. Undoubtedly there would be cries of celebration from whichever side claimed their victory over the husk of Eshan. It sickened him, it enraged him. What was he doing anyway? Fighting for the glory of the Mandalore? Not like this. The shoulder-mounted blasters slowed their spinning and eventually halted, folding against Valdus' broad back. If Cardinal had sought refuge behind one of the numerous thick marble pillars, that is where Valdus aimed his charge.

Valdus put his head slightly lower, back arching downwards, shield sliding away from his chest to his side, his lead leg bent as his rear leg came forward. Each step carried his entire mass in that direction, the next foot that came down sounded as if the floor had been struck by a hammer. By the third step the floor was cracking beneath the Beskar boots. The motors were no longer humming, they were roaring with everything they had. Valdus was in full sprint now towards Cardinal's location. When he got within range of Cardinal his entire body twisted upwards in the direction of his axe, shield covering his front temporarily. He then untwisted his body, vibroaxe screaming as the Laser Gate activated over the blade. This strike intended to split Cardinal from left shoulder to right hip. The combination of his titanic strength amplified by his beskar'gam, the ultrasonic module on the Beskar blades, and the laser gate - which would vaporize flesh and most materials on its own- would leave absolute devastation in the wake of Naast. Soon Cardinal would know the meaning of the name he would never hear, the name befitting of the weapon - Destroyer.

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MAIN FORCE: Within the Palace, posted on windows and the interior balcony that overlooks the foyer.
Commander: Valdus Bral
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Troops:
M. Adv. Guard (12/12) [veteran shocktroop]
M. Adv. Guard (12/12) [veteran shocktroop]
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Elite:
M. Ram'ser (1/1) [elite recon sniper]
M. Wardens (11+1 Super H. Droid [12/12]) [elite point defense]
M. Wardens (11+1 Super H. Droid [12/12]) [elite point defense]
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Transport:
Beviin H. Transport (4/4) [heavy transport]- Engaging [member="Tathra Khaeus"] 's Servator around the Palace.
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49 Infantry, 4 Transports

RESERVE FORCE: Stationed within the Palace walls.
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Troops:
Echani Militia (35/50) [Recruit Militia] - Engaging [member="Voph"]
SLAM droids (25/25) [Trained Infantry]- 2x of these are in the throne room with Valdus.
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75 infantry

REINFORCEMENTS 1st WAVE: Interior of the Palace, ground level.
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AT-AD
AT-AD

REINFORCEMENTS 2ND WAVE: Interior of the Palace, defense droids are spread around to cover troops.
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Transport:
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LAAT/X - Retreating from Vophhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/19584-voph/ 's assault, finding a safe space to land for damage repairs away from the conflict zone.

Elite:
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Devastator w/ dual AC-12's - Interior Balcony that over looks the Foyer

Troops:
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8x SLaM droids - all of these are in the Throne room behind pillars taking flanking positions.

Support:
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10x Defense Droid- 3x are with Valdus in the Throne Room


FIGHTER WING:
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Fang Fighters (10/14) -2 this post
ARC-170's (9/12) - 3 this post

 

[ToKola Bakari]

​

Location: Eshan City
Objective: War
Tags: [member="Valdus Bral"]
Theme: Link
Post: VIII

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Already Cardinal had exhausted himself. Through a shattered visor he peered at the Mandalorian with a reckless gaze. How was he going to defeat this warrior without the aid of The Force? Without a proper weapon and already injured from his battle with the Echani militia, he was in poor shape to take on a battle hardened juggernaut. Never the less, Cardinal bent down to take hold of one of the Echani vibroblades. It was still slick with his own blood and felt like a child's knife in his hand, but it would have to do. Cardinal took a step forward, hoping to close the distance between the two. The warrior who stood before him had no intentions of engaging in melee combat, not yet. As the large rotary blasters began to spin in preparation, Cardinal's eyes widened.

He burst into a sprint to the side, strafing away from where he stood as fast as he can. It was not fast enough. Hellfire essentially disintegrated everything that stood behind the man. The threshold to the palace, the Echani bodies, the walls that had sat behind them. All of it crumbled into a slowly spreading mist of dirt and rubble.

Even with his mad sprint to escape, Cardinal felt the bolts slam into the side of his torso. He bit back a powerful urge to scream out as he sought refuge behind one of the pillars that supported the throne room. Even that did nothing. As the Mandalorian released death upon Cardinal he was able to find safety for less than a minute before being forced to move to another of the pillars. When he glanced back at the one before him, it was all but eradicated. Was that his fate?

As his own pillar began to crumble away behind him, he would move again. This time slapping his hand against his wrist as he yelled out over the hail of blaster fire. "Flamethrower!" He cried out, watching as his gauntlet produced a small cylinder in response to his command. With his right hand, he tightened his fist, producing a small portable shield emitter. That was when it began. As he moved from one pillar to the next, the final one, he could hear the metallic slams against stone floor. Cardinal could not see, he could not feel with the Force, he could only hear the doom-bringing slams of the Mandalorian's suit. They grew louder and Cardinal refused to give ground. He rounded the corner, only to be met with the Mandalorian's hellish battle axe. It was narrow, had Cardinal been any larger there would have been no room. He dived to his left, in between the Mandalorian and the pillar that was almost more behind him now than to his left. Rolling in between the two, he recovered as he turned towards the Mandalorian, holding his left arm up towards the man.

Release hell.​

​

Flames exploded from Cardinal's wrist. They roared out, threatening to cover the Mandalorian warrior, hopefully distracting him if nothing else. With the distraction, Cardinal would slide back a few more inches, yelling out. "Armament 1!" His suit reacted, the right gauntlet producing a small wrist-rocket. Aiming the rocket for the Mandalorian, Cardinal was quick to flip the switch, aiming the rocket for the warrior's knee, hoping to stumble upon a weak spot. The rocket flew forward, aimed for the Mandalorian's knee. Now Cardinal charged, leaping into the air, his vibroblade aimed for the Mandalorian's helmet in a savage slash.

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: Eshan City
Objectives: Maintain the Dark Battle Meditation
Tags{Connection}: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Asher Mossa"] [member="Kasca Fen"] [member="Naedira Darcrath"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Fawn Alzi"] [member="Derek Dib"] [member="Veronika Fleischer"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Voph"]
Nearby: [member="Alden Akaran"]
Theme: Link
Equipment:

Spoiler

• Crimson Dread
• Winter
• Lightsaber
• Holocomm
• ND-012 Ri Qorit Disabler

​

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The Dark Side continued to flow through Darth Malphas, he was beginning to gain some semblance of control over this ability. His eyes were yet their vibrant hue of amethyst, small wisps of the purple trace floating from his lashes as he remained focused. Every one who'd agreed to this bond had given him pieces of the battle, though it was difficult to make sense of it all, he was starting to understand exactly what was going on. Darth Metus has entered combat with a Mandalorian warrior, Australis. His kind were known to Adron out of resentment, nothing more. Further away the witches of Ryloth were locked in combat with....he was more a creature than a warrior.

The battle at the palace was progressing...slowly.

His focus on the battle was limited, but as all of the Confederate eyes turned to the skies, Malphas quaked ever so softly. It was as if hell had broken into pieces and now rained down on the city of Eshan. Hundreds if not thousands of metallic debris shot through the skies with a devastating fury. The first of them were small, no more larger than the size of hail. They shredded through people and buildings relentlessly, creating a storm of death and pain. As the members of the Confederacy were injured and harmed by this, Malphas drank in their pain. He used it as a focus for his own meditation, their pain would be their salvation. In the physical world around him, windows were shattered, parts of the apartment were cracked and damaged as the debris fell. Then it grew in size.

The hail had been painful enough, but when debris the size of speeders and small building slammed into the area, Malphas could feel it, even so removed from his body. The damage was horrid, the death toll ensued, hundreds died, thousands died. Malphas' lips spread into a thin smile as he drew from the death and destruction. Now he was ready.

In one powerful rush, Malphas reached out, his power extended over the battle grounds and he sought out those he had yet to latch himself onto. The first to receive his empowered blessing was [member="Voph"]. Malphas said nothing, merely bestowing strength and power to the man. 'Fight.' He commanded, his words echoing into the warrior's mind with a powerful intent.

Next he would reach out to the warrior who stood farthest from him. [member="Alkor Centaris"] had elected to stand by the Confederacy and he would be rewarded with a gift of power and stamina. 'Use our power.' He silently advised. It was becoming easier and easier to reach out to the individuals and tether them to this dark nexus created by Darth Malphas. With this power he was given an eye over the battle as a whole, his senses were heightened to ungodly levels.

Malphas would continue to use his power, tethering ones like [member="Derek Dib"], [member="Veronika Fleischer"], [member="Asher Mossa"], and [member="Kasca Fen"]. As the connection was established, the Dark Lord became covered in an amethyst shroud, resembling mist or fog that lingered over him as he established his trance. When [member="Alden Akaran"] entered the building he would find his master's body sitting perfectly still in a meditative position, the dark amethyst aura still lingering over him. Malphas was able to reach out to the man's mind, speaking with him plainly.

'You should be in the skies. It's safer there. The Mandalorians have unleashed something...No not the Mandalorians, I sense so much confusion coming from them. The beasts that terrorize this city, they know nothing of them.'

'I see all. I sense all. It comes to me so vividly. I've established a connection with all of the Force users surrounding us. I made my body a living nexus for their thoughts and wills, using it to amplify their power. It's actually quite difficult.' His voice was both powerful, yet also a whisper to the apprentice's inner mind. 'So much....' His voice trailed off as a light, a flame that was all too familiar, was slowly extinguished.

He knew what had happened. Yet as his voice went silent, Alden would feel a deep measure of anger arise from the Sith Lord. This hellish fury caused the amethyst aura surrounding the Dark Lord to writhe and lash out widly. Malphas knew what had happened the moment he sensed it, he knew the cost of this battle.

His brother was dead.​

 

[Anton Delane]

Allies: CIS
Enemies: ME and Allies
Location: Eshan System, flanking the Heresiarch
Objectives: Destroy the Heresiarch
Tag: [member="Vanessa Vantai"]
Eternal Glory | Shields: 65 | Hull: 100%
Path Maker | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
Et Ata | Shields: 90% | Hull: 100%
Angelic Fury | Shields: 75 | Hull: 100%
Dominion | Shields: 95% | Hull: 100%
Veralis | Shields: 90% | Hull: 100%
Verdun | Shields: 60% | Hull: 100%
Voracious | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
Avarice | Shields: 80% | Hull: 100%
Defiant | Shields: 99% | Hull: 100%
The Boom | Shields: 0% | Hull: 0% (Destroyed)

(4/5) Sigma-class Heavy Assault Dropship (One Destroyed)

Fighters:

12/14 Squads: RBZ-12 Heavy Fighter (Bomber) (Two Squads Destroyed)
16/18 Squads: I-3A Lance Fighter (Two Squads Destroyed)
17/18 Squads: TIE/SS (One Squad Destroyed)

​

Anton watched the battle with a calm and collected look. The shuttles. gunships, transports and light freighters had made it through, and he had transfered ground command to the Adjudant. He couldn't promise her ship would make it, but he would try. Had the ship been any of the lesser vessels of its size, it would have been split in two from that initial blast. However, it was proof of its remarkable craftmanship and technology that it still existed. He do wished they had met under better circumstances. No matter. “Attention all crews. We have launched off all non-essential personnel, vessels and vehicles to the planet surface. We will not give up. This ship has taken a beating that should have cracked it in two. We are clearly not dealing with an ordinary ship. We live, or die together. In life we serve the Emperor, in death we serve the Emperor. Our lives, for the Eternal Empire!”

As the Ubeam fires, no ship was in front of it. As per Anton's orders, the entire time, the slower, far less maneuverable ship tried to get a good lock on the ships, Anton's fleet managed to keep pace with it, never changing position in the grand theater around the Heresiarch. This meant, the forward guns never got in position to be able to fire upon the Eternal Glory. However, it still took a beating from the other ships and the missiles. It rocked and shook. As the other ship began to siphon the power from the shields, Anton changed orders. “Lock onto that mechanism, and begin blasting at it with the ion cannons. Try to knock it out of commission.” They obeyed, all the ships' ion cannons began to target the Armament Frequency Modulator on the Heresiarch.

The fighters and bombers took some losses when the lasers began flying at them. But frankly, it was to late, they were already dropping their payloads. Several of the bombers got hit and flew at the bridge, pressing a button in their cockpit. They armed all the bombs and missiles they had left, as they smashed into the viewing port of the bridge one after another. The explosions would be immense, as dozens upon dozens of bombs and missiles went off at once at that singular place of impact. The Lancer fighters took some losses too, but quickly ducked to trenching the ship, keeping them out of an effective range of composite lasers which needed space to work. The Interceptors were already close to the surface, meaning most of the shots would probably hit the Heresiarch itself as they juked and kept out of the blasts. However, it managed to clip a few of their wings, the pilots desperately tried to ram into the turrets closest to them when they went down.

The fighters still used torpedo runs on the larger weapons, as they skimmed the surface, and the bombers kept going, unleashing hell that no shielding or armor could withstand especially on the weaker parts of the ship like the bridge itself. However, the Boom got hit, and hard by the Star Destroyers. The younger soldiers were loaded onto escape pods, and jettisoned into space. This was no longer a battle of the young, they would have a chance to survive, no matter how slim. However, the captain of the Boom, pushed the engines to its limits, and maneuvered itself at the giant ship's Ubeam. The ship ran full, pushing all power to the engines, even as it began to break apart. “Witness our resolve, you pathetic Sith Wench! You are nothing, and worthless in the grand scheme. You will never be remembered by your own people, or the Empire you serve! But we will! For the Eternal Emperor!”

The other ships pulls back a bit, giving more distance between the larger ship and the Boom. One each ship, officers saluted the Boom. “Go well. We will see you on the other side.” Anton spoke through the comms. The Boom initiated a catastrophic failure in its reactor and it's hyperdrive. Upon impacting the nose of the Heresiarch, it would explode with a massive flash, as everything exploded outwards, trying to take out the Ubeam.

The big destroyer and cruiser kept hitting the hangers. Anything trying to exit would be met immediately with a barrage that hadn't ended. Most ships should be destroyed upon exiting the protective shield. Those that made it through the constant barrage would be, and would quickly be hunted by the interceptors, and fighters. The Angelic Fury was no longer in the direct line of sight for the larger ship, meaning it took minimal damage from the Heresiarch. However, the Verduun and Averice took heavy damage.

While the fleet was taking casualties, and lots of damage, it was obvious. They were not giving up the target, they would target Vanessa and her ship, and they would not give up until every last one of them died, and each time they were close to being ended they would sacrifice themselves to make escape impossible. They were willing to die to the last man to take her out. Nothing had changed. The big ship was taking the combined fire power of every gun the entire fleet could bring to bare. They targeted the hanger, the bridge, and the weapons. Now Ion cannons targeted the advanced systems of the ship too. Massive flak guns would also open up, and begin exploding areas where these elite pilots were. The Eternal Empire and Sith Empire pilots were equal in almost all things. Both served a heavily military command, with the best training and constant military experience. This battle would be harsh, and had no clear end in sight, until every ship was destroyed.

 

[Quoron Cadera]

Location: On the bridge of Pitiless Spirit
Objective: Destroy without being destroyed
Allies: ME Fleeters
Enemies: [member="John Locke"]
Resources: 1 mythosaur, 1 crusader class, 1 indomitable

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLoytewvn0g

The bombardment continued and he saw the projectiles impact [member="John Locke"] fleet and he saw the battle unfolding in front of him. The Mandalorian defensive fleet was doing an excellent job in holding back the CIS fleet. He saw the enemy fleet reposition so that the ships that were being fired upon would not be impacted again. This presented the Flag Admiral with an interesting dilemma of how to assault both lines. "ADMIRAL INCOMING FIRE." The admiral looked out the window and saw the incoming bombardment. "All hands brace for impact. Divert power from engines and some from weapons to shields." The Spirit shuddered slightly as the barrage impacted it. He looked over to the Mythosaur and saw the barrage impacting it as well and it would not hold up if forced to suffer sustained bombardment. "Move the Mythosaur to our stern so that our shields will absorb the damage. Call all fighters and move them between the Spirit and the Mythosaur." The fighters moved about like a swarm of bugs and the Mythosaur moved next to the Crusader Class to hold out. He collected his thoughts and realized a way to remedy this situation.

Quoron put a call into the Indomitable, which was already on its way, "This is Flag Admiral Quoron Cadera to H.M.N. Indomitable. The CIS has activated gravity wells, drop out of hyperspace where you are and re-adjust your vector based on my coordinates. You will be coming out of hyperspace between two lines of ships, ready your cannons and prepare for battle. I will do my best to support you but you will need all hands to battle stations. See you soon on the field." As he ended the call he felt another jolt from the decks as an engineer opened a channel to the bridge. "Admiral! Our hypervelocity guns have jammed, they will be offline until the jam is cleared. We are also losing power in other weapon emplacements. I will report back to you once we regain full power." He muttered a curse to himself as he reviewed the situation his flagship now found itself in. He received a message on his comlink that the Indomitable was close to Eshan. "Cease fire with turbo laser batteries and divert weapon power to orbital autocannons and keep their fleet at a distance. If we can't keep them away boost full power to shields and let's hope for the best."

At that moment he saw a flash and the Indomitable appeared between the two lines. "Fire all broadside cannons on the weakend ships and concentrate other fire on their command ship. This is the moment when we win the day. Take heart for the enemy surrounds you but rely on your weapons and those who constructed this ship. SIEZE THE DAY!!!!! OYA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" With that, he stood at the window and braced himself for the next volley.

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TLDR:

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Eshan, Some Major City
Allies: CIS
Enemies: Mandalorians
Objective: Purge
Gear: Here

The familiar sound of enemy fire coming at his way greeted Vilaz as he and his warriors closed in on the city. Everything was second nature to him when trekking through the plains of battle. Orders were shouted at his officers throughout the now tenses situation, warriors departing from the main party as they filed in formation of their own unit. Those of Munin returned fire back to their hostiles from their speeders, landspeeders, and repulsorlift tanks. Enemy fire was focusing more on the tanks and landspeeders than those on speeders, something that the latter riders took advantage of as they hurried their velocity in order to harass the front lines of defense and give relieve the rest of their forces as they continued to march for the city.

As the seconds passed by there were already casualties coming from both parties as Vilaz predicted. Those of his clan when dead would find peace in the afterlife, knowing their deeds for their clan and culture would be suffice to have an honorable seat to live in the Manda. Yet the Concordian would make sure their lives would not be in vain for volunteering in this battle. A promise he always made to himself as he hated the idea of playing with souls of people and using them as cannon fodder. No, they were not chaff and would never be considered inferior as that. Others deserved that title such as the Imperial Mandalorians and the Echani.

Now they had come through the outskirts of this nameless major city. A command centre would be necessary for Vilaz and his warriors in order to be efficient in battle. While any general or commanding officer would take the luxury of leaving the load to their soldiers and rest in the centre, the Warlord would opt to dirty his hands on the front lines and give morale to his kin with his presence in battle. Communications were left in charge of someone else, yet they did not face shame in taking this task. Everyone's role was important and interdependent.

The Mandalorian continued plowing a path for his clansmen to follow. Slowly, yet surely.

"Akaan, there are reports of a Star Destroyer entering the planet's atmosphere and about to crash."

Said one at the command centre, communicating this to everyone of their clan yet only calling out Vilaz. Soldiers looked at each other in confusion and awaited instructions from their Alor.

"Is it aiming for us?"

"No, it's trajectory is heading for the capital. We might experience a dust bowl though."

That was a relief to hear for all of them. Nothing of importance for them to be concerned. They would have to use thermal vision to navigate around if their vision was to be impaired by dust.

"We continue our fight then, oya!"

Their hunger for blood and victory continued to drive them, their feet could feel the earth shake and rumble from the impact of the crashed Star Destroyer. A wall of dust pushed out in a circumference indiscriminately and some infrastructure collapsed, signs their their structure was weakening throughout the years and thanks to the recent events on Eshan. Vilaz and his clansmen also found some pockets of Echani with armament and gear from the Mandalorian Empire. Their information was correct of some radical Echani aiding the Empire, grins on their faces as their blades and armor would also be coated with Echani blood.

"In here," the Warlord called out to his warriors, noticing they were taking heavy and suppressing fire from their foes. An obstacle, but one that be conquered. They detoured into a complex that was filled with Imperial Mandalorians and a few Echani radicals. As they progressed in their firefight within the building, they had come across another party of people that too were affected by the actions of the Empire.

Thyrsians

"Hold your fire!"

Their vicinity was cleared from hostiles, leaving only the Munin Warriors and Thyrsians alone.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Objective: Survie
Allies: ME [member="Kaine Australis"]
Enemy: [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Srina Talon"]
Equipment: LightSaber, Armour, Healing Amulet, Echani Shield
Ship: H.M.S. Carrnia

Spoiler

9x Noctule 1 squadron damage or destroyed (in space)
2x Pipistrelle with Photon Torpedoes (reloading this turn and coming out again)
6x Pipistrelle with no bombs 4 squadrons destroyed
1x company of palace guard at 50% strength
500x Droids on first wave 1816 scrapped
2 further waves of 2214 in each wave
3rd wave of 492

She was fighting the emperor, he made no reply to her comments, but she could feel he gave her nothing look of contempt. Her attacks then struck home, he rebreather was crushed, and her bellows hit home, though she was blown back a bit by his force push. She moved in quickly to capitalize on it, as she wanted to take him prisoner as message to his idiot brother [member="Adron Malvern"], that they will not go her like an open door. Then as she closed on him, she fell with a bump as she ran headlong into force barrier, that [member="Spencer Jacobs"] had erected. As she landed flat her bum, she looked up at him, and was think Feth. He was clasping his sword, and had three lightsabers hovering above him. He sent after her, she quickly parried them with her own saber, and used the cortiss weave bracer, to try knock them out. This was keeping her busy, when she saw what he was doing. She saw two of his demons sweep down, this was his finishing move, the blades where just a distraction. She prepared her own force bubble to protect her, from the lightsaber and demons. Stretching her arms out, she started creating the barrier, one sabers managed to burn her arm as she did. Though she raised the bubble, just in time, for the daemons and cut lightsaber in half. She looked up as demons closed, and as she braced for the impact, they disappeared in black smoke. He then raised worms, sith spawn worms, four of them to be exact. She had had dealt with sith spawn before, most where weak to force lighting. As their masters wanted a power over them to wielded, a power that Jedi do not wield. She saw them crash through, her royal guard. She let go of her barrier, and fired lighting at the lead one. The was awful smell in the air, as it began to fry under her lighting, a stench she would not soon forget. Their was still three more of these beast to slay, but she would have to wait till there in range. As ready herself, and what remained of her guard fell back, into a firing postion. As she ready herself, she over head a squadron of her fighters. They where moving in to do an attack run, they leveled off, as they came in range. Then began strafing run on them, quickly obliterating them with their repeating laser cannons. She then looked at him, and was about to smile his ill intent had been destroyed in quick order. Then shards of metal, then began to poor on them, she quickly raised a force barrier to protect her. She saw him being buried by it, as she was barely managing to keep on top of it. This was decimating her troops as well as his, she decide she would have to fall back, until the next wave could come down. As the debris stopped pouring on them, she turned and used the force to get it off his body, to confirm his fate, he was dead. He was not just crushed, but charred almost from the inside out. She order a droids, to carry his body. This was so she could use it as bargain chip later. Though for now falling back in good order, was the order for now. As her force where also badly damaged, by the raining debris.

As this was happening the ships began landing on the carrier, it had to decloak to allow this to happen, this was when it was at its most vulnerable. The ship landed, and then turn around work began, they had to get as many droids on as quickly as possible. They lost some on last landing, so less where coming down this time. They being loaded quickly, so they could turn back to the planet. As their queen need them as soon as possible, as the battlefield was now unpredictable, with that Star Destroyer crashing down. The two squadrons of Pipistrelles where quickly, turned around and relaunched, they would be down soon. They given orders, destroy any bridges into the city, that remain standing. After they launched, the slower dropships where soon on there way too. They would reinforce her fall back postion, as she need them soon as possible.

 

[Mig Gred]

Location: Eshan Valleys
Objective: Defend Eshan from the CIS Invasion in the valleys.
Equipment: Light Mandalorian Armor, Lightsaber Trayc'kad, Trayc'kal
Allies: M.E., Sanya Val Lerium
Opponents: CIS, Celiana , Kat Decoria

Mig's comms crackled as the open feed broke through the sand, now mixed with debris from the danged star destroyer, revealing to him that [member="Cynthia Solus"] needed assistance. He could hear the sound of some of the SlaMs falling to... it felt like the Force. Not Ionize? It felt like telekinetics. He had to focus on what was important right now though. He quickly opened up on his tactical channel, then the same open channel as Cynthia, one that he was sure anyone could hear. "I need two walkers and two Vipers to answer that call. You are to hold fire on everyone! Liddin, Yaller, go with them. You're both skilled with Force Healing so go with them." Click "Cynthia Solus, this is Alor Mig Gred. I'm sending two walkers, a pair of Mando'ad'jetii Force Healers, and a pair of Vipers for spotting injured your way. Make good use of them, and I'm giving them this order now. You are not to engage anyone! CIS, Dar'manda, or anything! Your only to engage if someone directly threatens the citizens of this world. Am I clear? You're humanitarians right now, not soldiers."

After some confirmations from those heading to the city, two of the Arachnids, two Vipers, Liddin, and Yaller all joined [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] 's men that were joining the rescue effort. He turned to Sanya and nodded. "Well we're down two mando'ad'jetii, but at least they should do some good." It was clear by Mig's voice he almost felt like he was to blame. And anyone with Force sensitivity could tell he battling with the fact that he was angry at himself. Mig was fighting to stay centered before he had even before being in a fight. The alor had decided it would be best to avoid his Force Lightning for the time being. He couldn't risk falling to the Dark Side. He had heard of what had happened to some that had. The alor took a breath, doing a sort of short meditation to try and recenter himself. He wouldn't let his anger take him over. Ilik had told him what it was like. He was here to protect Eshan, and he couldn't let himself be pushed over the edge.

 

[Veronika Fleischer]

Location: City outskirts
Objective: Saving friends and stopping worms
Allies: CIS, Mandragora, [member="Kasca Fen"] | [member="Fawn Alzi"] | [member="Asher Mossa"]
Enemies: Mandalorian Empire | [member="Grosck Bah'azet"]
Additional Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] | @Cay-Yo | [member="Jerek Zenduu"] | [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"]
Equipment:

Spoiler

Weapons
Veronika's purple lightsaber
HV-55A: "Allfate" Disruptor Rifle

Body
Obsidian-type Strike Armor
Echoy'lii Shuk'orok (Echoy'lan Crushgaunts)
Multipurpose Cloak - Classic Collection

Misc
Resam
Light-Shield Bracelet
Talisman of Reflection
A pair of Wonder Pearls (cyro)

The blonde channelled the Force through herself to force out the water in her lungs, water that had somehow gotten in when she attempted to control the tsunami. She coughed violently, kneeling on the ground and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, catching her breath as the battle raged on. Kasca had began to fire off her flames at the invaders while the Fawn was in combat with Grosck's forces. The wispy elements were still around her, she could feel their presence. They had not abandoned the Coven yet, merely waiting for her to continue.

She could. She would. She must.

Her breathing was getting better as Veronika stood back onto her legs. Her ego was at stake. Her sisters and brothers needed her, not just the Witches but the rest of the Confederacy who were fighting in the front. The Witches had one job to do, to support the battle from afar using their spells and there were no plans to give up.


"Farsight... please..." she whispered softly, her voice still recovering from the coughing that she had to endure. She had to give up her lightning storm, but she wanted to see what had happened at the bridge. The dark clouds in the sky slowly faded as the lightning storm was dismissed, while maintaining the constant wind effect that should be sufficient to protect the Coven from stray debris created by the crashed star destroyer.

The bridge was barely present and the flooding was continuing, with debris and clouds of dust in the air, blocking her view.

"I need... wind... cough... please..."

Another whisper, not wanting to strain her voice as the elements acknowledged to her request. As the wind picked up pace, she realised that she might end up creating a sandstorm and decided to change. She relieved the wind and removed all traces of blowing, including the very gale that was protecting the Coven. It was a risk she had to take as she summoned up water, learning from her prior experience that it was too risky to try controlling two elements.

"Rain... cough... rain..."

Veronika felt a sense of accomplishment when a small dizzle began to pour, clearing up the dust immediately, allowing her to see the ground clearly around the bridge. She could identity her allies who seemed to be doing alright for now, while the earth was seemingly devastated by unknown forces at power. The witch had no idea what had happened, but was prepared to figure some way to help stabilise the whole area. Meanwhile, she felt strength returning to her body as someone had offered her assistance indirectly. Someone whom she did not know but recognised by his presence and his face. [member="Adron Malvern"] had brought in battle meditation to full effect and she had received his aid.

"I... cough... I needed this," Veronika nodded her head and felt the deep thud in her head clearing up. Even her throat felt better. What was this pain that she felt from Adron's aura?

"No. It's not true," the witch felt the rage coming from Adron when she realised that [member="Darth Tacitus"] was gone. They might have only met once in the same cafe and she felt awkward with his insistence on deboning chicken wings using a levitated fork, but he was still an important member of the Confederacy. Perhaps it was the connection between her and Adron that suddenly made her feel a little more disturbed by the Emperor's death.

"You shall not be forgotten... Emperor," she muttered darkly, her eyes turning back to the strange destruction on the ground. She had a job to do and she would do it.

"Earth, heed my call..."

She decisively released Water from her request and put up a new one, feeling the wet soil brushing past her mental skin. Earth was here. Her eyes leapt from the sky into the ground, seeking to understand who had the power to create an earthquake like destruction. As far as she knew, the Mandalorians had no witches who could rival the Coven. Soon, she was rewarded with not one, but four giant worms that had somehow been tunneling below the ground.

"Ewww... cover them up!!"

Veronika made her request loud and clear, eager to make the unknown creatures pay. The spirit was more than glad to recover the soil that had been sent into the air. As the worms continued their destruction underground, Veronika summoned the soil to be returned to the original state. Dust that been settling onto the ground by the dizzle began pouring back into the soil where it belonged. Her intention was obvious, to trap and squash the wriggling stuff flat as much as possible.

It was a difficult task which drained her energy, even with Adron's help, so Veronika focused her efforts around the bridge area to cover back the earth where most of the Confederate forces were located.

 

[Fedrig]

Objective: Confront the young CIS kids.
Allies: ME
Enemies: [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Jerek Zenduu"] | [member="Micah"]

Pausing, Fedrig took in the destruction the Star Destroyer made. It was clearer now that it was a Silver Jedi Order ship, allies to the Confederacy. Clearly something happened to make them crash, even Fedrig wasn't stupid enough to assume that the Confederacy and their allies would purposefully risk the lives of the Echani. However, neither would the Mandalorians and their supposed allies. This would need some investigating. As he stood, trying to work out who would crash the Star Destroyer in such a highly dangerous and life threatening manner, he was hailed by some teenagers. Fedrig shook his head, teenagers barely any experience being involved in a dangerous war was never a good sign.

The Lightsaber tipped him off to the fact they were Force Users and the worried look and their equipment proved them to be CIS before the girl even started talking to him. She wanted to broker some peace to handle the worms. He must have missed worms, he looked at his men looked similarly puzzled then someone in the back called out, "I saw them, sir. They were around the palace and now underground." Fedeig sighed and shook his head. This was not a good thing. Giant worms were not natural to Eshan and could devastate the planet. He gazed over to the CIS girl and crossed his arms. "So guessing the CIS enjoy the idea of using child soldiers then?" Fedrig commented then raised his hand before either could speak. "Don't sass me with an answer. I know you think you are ready, but war is not a place for child. Smell of rotten bodies, burnt flesh, spilt blood and death. Seeing people in agony with horrific injuries. War can break the strongest minds and yours are still impressionable." Fedrig stated in a serious moment. No matter what they fought about, child in wars was never good, even Mandos knew that. At least this Mando did.

He turned to where the worms were last spotted. "They've gone underground. Unless you intend us to follow them, get very lucky and some how catch up to them and then figure out how to kill the beasts on their terms. I don't fancy our chances of success." Fedrig stated firmly as his gaze turned back to the two kids. "I want to stop the worms too, we all do, don't get me wrong. Just not seeing a practical way to do so. So, why did the SJO have giant worms on their star destroyer." Deciding he would see if they had answers to the star destroyer conundrum.

 

[Cynthia Solus]

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Location: the CIS Medical encampment
Objective: Why are you here? (BYOO)
Allies: ME, [member="Helly Reyne"]
Enemies: Cis
Gear: In sig

Cynthia Kept her eyes out waiting in anxious anticipation for the arrival of transports. Not only that but the Alor of clan Gred had even relieved some of his to aid in the objective. The woman had already spent long enough playing a passive part. The echani needed hope, a beacon of light. She felt like that had to be herself and Helly this time. They needed to be shown no matter what there are people who care about lives over a pointless war that was waged by the CIS. "Don't worry none of my people will attack you. These are for one medical tents and two right now you are seen as my ally and not the CIS's. These people are placing faith in me to help as many as we can and I intend to do just that."

The transports was now in view just as Helly gave orders. The woman's fists tensed up once more knowing she'd be going into an active battlefield. Cynthia looked at helly just as she spoke once more that at least got some kind of smile out of her. "Yeah well I never stopped trusting you." The woman said with a tone of voice that seemed blank of emotion behind it. The ship with a dark hull lowered down landing by the camp. "Come lets go, there are people that need us, wouldn't you agree?" The ramp had not lowered down however the side door was wide open. Cynthia climbed up and extended her hand for someone she was still confused what to call her now.

The pilots waited for a signal to go and the ship that they was in had several people in armor. Non of them actually Mandalorian. In fact they was Sanya's guard's. Elite troops trained in many many ways. Their armor was black and glossy, not even one man stood amongst them either. These people was the best of what Ancora had to offer in strength, fitness and intellect. Cynthia felt honoured that The woman would issued these people to her aid. "Thank you all for coming." Cynthia said addressing the guards who stood silently grasped hard onto the railing. "Pilot, take us up."

"So whats the plan. I say we find a big enough clearing for us to land and set up, have the transports ferry the civilians out the city while we search on foot with the walkers transporting civilians over rough terrain and back to the LZ. We need to make sure to mark it as a mandalorian and cis neutral zone. I don't plan of leaving anyone if i can help it."

 

[Celiana]

Location: Valleys of Eshan
Objective: Prevent more reinforcements
Allies: [member="Kat Decoria"], CIS peeps
Enemies: M.E, [member="Sanya Val Lerium"], [member="Mig Gred"], [member="Fedrig"] (Two Black Lotus guards are at your disposal for hunting the worms.)
Post 5

As I'd moved I'd taken a chance to look up.... Wreckage was coming down from the Star Destroyer that'd been heading for the capitol. I sensed.....hunger emanating from the direction of the Star Destroyer as well... There was a chirping on my comms. Looking at the transmission I blinked.... The Star Destroyer supposedly had the insignia of The Silver Jedi Order. Not only that, a craft had offloaded giant worms on my home. Oh....The Masters of The Order better hope and pray I didn't find the person who'd done that if they were in fact Jedi. Whoever ordered those actions would be in for a very nasty interaction with me later. I'd likely be cutting their saber in two, there were simply some things you did not do and I'd dealt with sithspawn to the point of just killing them for notches on my armor.

Speaking into my comms as I moved I said "Black Lotus, I want two of you to kill every living thing on that vessel and if there's anything even resembling Sithspawn I want it torched into nothingness." Casting my senses out I said "Two more Black Lotus you're to head to the medical encampments and offer aid to any dealing with the worms. Mandalorian or CIS, I don't care. Be sure to let Mandalorian forces know this is me being polite and ridding Eshan of the new bug problem. You're authorized to defend yourselves if need be but I want those worms dead and let Mandalorian forces know this is me extending an offer to help."

There was a confirmation and I kept moving through the battlefield. I sensed....uncertainty though....ahead of me and behind some wreckage. Immersing myself in The Force I looked towards Kat and said "Here's to the hunt Kat, may The Force be with us..." Embracing my talent of Force Cloak I disappeared from sight and began making my way towards the presence of that uncertain feeling...

Actions:

Spoiler

Sent two Black Lotus guards towards Fedrig for help killing the worms and apprehending who brought the SD down. Cloaked self in The Force and began making my way towards Sanya and Mig Gred. Current target is Sanya's NPC Asuna. Open to engagement following that.