Flashpoint: Roche

[Delila Castillon]

SPACE!

@RC 212, @[member="Malica Drezyan"] , @Falon Azrakel, @Sev3nhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/10-delila-castillon/
@Ayden Cater, @Siobhan Kerrigan, @Phylis Alince, @MSE-007

"Thank you Kerrigan. I deeply appreciate your help and the help of Omega Pyre. If you ever need anything from myself in the future, please don't hesitate."

Omega Pyre had taken their own losses, fought in a battle that perhaps wasn't theirs to worry about. Delila found that extremely admirable. Yes, they were soldiers-for-hire but this did not mean their bravery was any less. At any time Omega Pyre could have easily pulled back, allowed the 73rd to be slaughtered and not offered them a ride off of G99.

The Major looked out the viewport, watching the vessel push through the black nothingness that was space. "Are we headed back to friendlier territory?" Delila assumed they were, but one could never be so sure. Omega Pyre might have other plans in mind.

 

[Ben Watts]

Nickel One - Planetary Defense Control Center - Lower Level

@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Ben Watts | @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Jesta | @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Racket | @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Damon Kurosaki | @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Mia Monroe | @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Falon Azrakel | @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Kaine Zambrano |@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Ashara Zavros | @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Rach Kol-Rekali | @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Dred Varad | @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Verz Horak | @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Alliera Nakamura | @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Kad Kando | @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Ermac Laith

Ben felt all of the explosions from the attacks from the fighters above, he and his men stood strong, guarding the entrance to the generators and making sure no one could get to them. He knew the Mandalorians were coming, and while he was not exactly excited about it, he would rather face a group of Mandalorians than a Sith Master or any Sith in particular. His defense was aimed at deflecting blaster shots and if he was not having to worry about another lightsaber he would be able to fully focus on the shots. "Keep your eyes open, do not let anyone in, if you see anyone at all let me know!" Ben spoke to the leader of the Verpine troops before he ran upstairs to join the Senator and everyone upstairs.

"What do things look like up here?" Ben questioned the Senator who was busy dealing with the fleets.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

GENERATOR ASTEROID
STAR DESTROYER 'REVILER'
@[member="Judah Dashiell"] @[member="Thessa Kai"]

Velok's left hand cramped with arthritis; his prosthetic right sparked and fizzed. The Whiphid glanced behind himself, spotting those Republic pilots as they entered the hatch. With a soundless roar, he exerted his strength in the Dark Side for the first time this battle, and leaped from wing to hatch just as it closed.

His three-clawed feet struck the s90 MAAT's deck. The hatch sealed behind him. Ahead of him crouched the two pilots; beyond them, two soldiers lay dead.

Soldiers, not crewers. Somehow, they had all stumbled on the one s90 that held the Verpine rep, presumably in one of the forward compartments. The ship lurched as the pilot got the ship moving.

"Stop shooting my men," said the Whiphid, basso profundo.

@[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] @[member="Kiyala Demont"] @[member="Seth Shorn"] @[member="Jonathan Walsh"] @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @[member="Iron Maiden"] @[member="Rytek'irk'intrano"]

From each of Velok's five Pellaeons, including the hangar bay of the Reviler's hulk, ten s90 MAATs spewed out, for a total of fifty tough, bomber-fast transports. They merged together, retreating from the lines into the cover of Kiyala Demont's fresh starfighter contribution.

 

[Mak Manto]

@[member="Darth Apparatus"]

Seeing Apparatus in front of him, Mak wasn't going to waste time with speeches or banter, but before he could, a pipe blew out of the ground. As it spewed hot air, Mak felt the Dark Side unfold from the man before the ground ruptured sending large pieces everywhere. As he raised his hands to stop the chunks, the darkness disappeared.

Closing a fist, the pipe began to cool down, allowing for the steam to dissipate before he was able to see Apparatus was gone. Not a single word had been said, but there had been no fear with the man. Was it than that he only wanted Mak to know he was being toyed with? Whatever the answer was, he would have to find him.

Whatever the cost...

 

[Eldoc Quasat]

Generator facility
Eldoc was surrounded by republic troopers... the damn troopers wouldn't stop. He decided he had to do something. Eldoc cleared his immediate area with some twirls of his blade. He then opened up his throat screaming letting the world feel the raw essence of Eldoc, letting out a force scream that was terrible for all, especially those unprepared for it. Those that didn't die from his scream.. he soon killed with his light saber. He needed to move on to something else.
Eldoc had sadly hurt some sith.. but most of the republic troops and jedi were dead. He had lost track of selena now he needed to do something. He pushed forward noting the boarding craft the republic had brought.

 

[Adonari Cinn]

Nickle One - Munition Factory

@[member="Tyrin Ardik"]

Exposing his back to the enemy was the last thing he liked to do against an opponent who could hold their own. Yet when faced with a lose lose situation chances had to be taken. The thing about chances was not all of them paid off the way you'd hope. The speed his body had moved just to get him face to face with the Sith now made it impossible for him to avoid the Sith's slashing blade. Even if the attack hadn't been as clean as others he had seen it didn't stop it from being potentially fatal. His momentum caused his body to move through the inches that had separated the red glowing blade and his side. Wrapped in the light side of the force or not, pain was pain.

A'donari could feel the charring of his skin and tendons burst before melting away at the lightsabers unforgiving lick into his body. He was sure the blow would soon become fatal if it passed through his hip entirely. He would soon wish it had. His defensive maneuver worked in the fact that their lightsabers connected but that only made things worse. As he had planned the force erupted through the sword. What he had not anticipated was that was the sith weapon was now sticking into his right oblique muscle. The sword's sudden misdirection caused him nothing less than sheer agony as it burnt through his skin causing a deep flesh wound six inches long running from his side to his naval. The Sith had exposed his weakness. Even if your weakness was the over confidence you had in a defensive style of fighting it could still be used against you. He had been brash in his counter attacks and now he had payed for it. The pain and inability to move his right leg caused his body to crumple to the floor. His lightsaber extinguished as his right hand tried to brace his weight before he slammed hard into the ground.

Defenseless on the ground A'donari groaned as the wound screamed in a fiery hot stinging sinsation. The force blast he once believed whole heartily would work in his favor had left him with a burning gaping wound across his stomach. Through the pain he felt the force was with him which he tried connect with. Rolling over on his back gasping for air A'donari saw the cracks in the ceiling but it seemed to still be holding together. He had just began to search for the Sith, who he had expected to be above him happily ready to end his life, when he felt the tremendous rumble resonate from somewhere else on the asteroid. The cracked ceiling above him started to give way. In the most uncoordinated way A'donari swelled what force he could in his left leg and pushed off letting it send him down the hall only to crash into the floor again heavily. His body tumbled like a rag doll due to the inability and personal refusal to move his left leg to stop or brace himself.

 

[Davin Jusik]

@[member="Valik"]
Nearing generator
Monty continued to creep through the went toward the source of the force disturbance in the area. As he drew closer a few voices could be heard further along. He crawled through the hot ventilation shafts with an iron determination. One movement at a time. As he approached a small vent the voices grew extremely loud and as he peeked over he saw bugs loading something. And with the dark presence nearby they certainly weren't Republic bugs. Monty armed his last thermal detonator and cooked it for a few seconds before cracking open the vent and tossing it down the fifty feet to the floor. He brace for a potential impact dispute the fact that the blast probably wouldn't reach that high.

 

[Falon Azrakel]

G99-CARGO TUNNELS

"Men, I want one-hundred and twenty-five of you gathered before me. Twenty-five squads, fully armed." The squads gathered before Falon quickly, breaking off from the main ranks of troopers. The cargo tunnels had become a fortified base, with defenses and steel supports lining the walls and floors to keep the roof from falling in on them in the event of a bombardment. He needed to get across the city quickly. If he didn't, he risked losing the financial data. He'd completed his main objective, so now he was turning to the next- there was a stretch of offices one mile into the city, filled with financial data. Falon had loaded his dropships with speeder bikes just for the task.

"I need you to get those speeder bikes out of the dropships and get them set up for a reasonably short drive. You'll want to bring some form of data-transmitting device." Sprinting up the access ramps, a hundred stormtroopers strode backwards moments later, speeder bikes in hand. Sliding them up the cargo tunnels, they mounted them and set off, one at the far right with a fairly bulky transmission device strapped to his back.

 

[Makayla Shaw]

@Jesta | @Darren Brunswick |@Rosa Mazhar | @A'donari Cinn |@Akura Yavis | @Mikhail Shorn | @Ben Watts | @Racket | @Damon Kurosaki | @Ardak Serifen |
Makayla was a bad girl. She had been sleeping in her quarters when everything was going off around her. She woke up to blasts being made and fire from everywhere. She got dressed in her Mark II armor with pistols on her hips and SR4 blaster in her hands. She continued to run and finally yelled in her com link at Jesta "Hey Im coming, Im coming."

Makayla was sweating as she ran for the control room. Her armor was silent as she ran. She passed by a few men from her side and the Sith side and passed them with no thought. Oh was she going to be in trouble.

 

[Jesta]

@[member="Ben Watts"] | @Jesta | @[member="Racket"] | @[member="Damon Kurosaki"] | @[member="Mia Monroe"] | @[member="Ashara Zavros"] | @[member="Rach Kol-Rekali"] | @[member="Dred Varad"] | @[member="Verz Horak"]

Jestas comm suddenly turned on and a voice shouted at him. Jesta turned around and looked at his hostage who was laying on the ground in immense pain and he laughed. "Darling we missed you!" Jesta teased enthusiastically. "I hope you brought the goods i asked for." Jesta said standing outside next to the turret. Watching the one tunnel that least to the guns control room he looked at Racket and smiled. "We got backup. Dont shoot her please." He said, looking at his watch and clicking his tongue. "Your late to the party. But we still have some food leftover." He joked.

 

[Makayla Shaw]

@Ben Watts | @[member="Jesta"] | @Racket | @Damon Kurosaki | @Mia Monroe | @Ashara Zavros | @Rach Kol-Rekali | @Dred Varad | @Verz Horak

Makayla laughed as she ran. Jest was up to his old self. When was he ever not? She ran by a armory and saw that it was closed down. She stopped and shrugged her shoulders. Maybe there would be something that they could use? She went through the armory after she had shot the door open. there was alot of ammo and explosives laying around. but no guns of any kind. Makayla picked up a bag and filled it with Grenades, mines, anything that went boom and that would fit in the bag.

Makayla was zipping up the bag and out it around her shoulder when a loud set of foot falls came by. They were headed off some where and she heard them "We need to get into that damn cave but they have a turret on the other side..." "Jerom quit your wining and move. we are told to go there. Its where the controls are...." She zoned out for the rest of it as she knew thats where Jesta would be. She quietly followed them. they stopped at the opening and began to move in.

The group stopped and began to talk again "Ugh WE already have more troops going n there why do we have to?" "You just told me to shut up. if you are really going to back out.... I'll join ya." The group began to move on and around back to where Makayla was. She hid in cover again and waited for them to pass by. once they did she went into the the tunnel. "I hope Jesta likes explosives."

 

[Sparky]

@SPACE PEOPLE

(OOC: There's only one way to break into this heavy roleplay. ONE WAY. Behold.)

Amidst the space battle, what looked like a piece of derelict ship at first glance was slowly floating just behind the bulk of the Republic's main fleet. On second glance, it had four prongs which were flailing around. Presumably in the space wind. On third glance, anyone would realise it was a humanoid, of sorts. And it didn't quite like being in space.

"Statement: oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh this is bad."

That's right, HK-51 model Sparky was enjoying a leisurely space walk. He wasn't moving anywhere and that scared him. Well, it provided his processor with a combination of numbers to let his advanced A.I know he was in deep doodoo.

"Request: somebody, even a filthy organic, help me," was the message he relayed to all nearby ships.

 

[Racket]

Nickle One - Generator & Ion Cannons Defense

@Jesta | @[member="Damon Kurosaki"] |@Rosa Mazhar | @A'donari Cinn |@Akura Yavis | @Mikhail Shorn | @Ben Watts | @Racket | @Damon Kurosaki | @Ardak Serifen |


Head burried deep in his hidden armery bag. His bag was packed. Everything he wanted Jesta had. Fox had five bags. Racket could have one. Two blasters on his hip and a brand spankin new blaster rifle on his back with a fanny flexy pouch over flowing with unarmed sticky grenades. All the things he dreamed about.

Scurrying back to the Turret ready for battle. Voice came on comm about soon to be dead bodies. That's how his twisted brain interpreted it anyways. Hell he could do them in now if he wanted. Thought sounded good. Racket's head poked out over the top of turrent. "I call them!!!!" He plopped back down. Sound effects rolled off his tongue for the guns, "Blam. Blam Blam Blam Blam! DOOM DOOM DOOM doomdooomdoomdoom! HAhahahahaHAhaaaa!" He screeched while aiming the turret at where he had gotten his last kills.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

GENERATOR ASTEROID
STAR DESTROYER 'REVILER'
@[member="Thessa Kai"] - @[member="Velok"]

Hearing the deep voice, Judah turned. There stood the being Thessa and himself had shot at.

Carefully moving around, Judah slid himself in front of Thessa, between the Galan and this rather tall being. He was unsure exactly what the other was in terms of rank and importance. Obviously someone who would be commanding the soldiers or crew, especially the way he spoke about my men. Judah did know for certain not to try shooting the elderly being. Anyone would could survive what they just had laughed in the face of such a weapon.

"You know what they say....shoot or be shot."

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Munitions Facility in Nickel One
@[member="Rosa Mazhar"]

Armored elbow connected with armored helmet and Shorn's head snapped back with the force of the blow. He reeled, taking a tottering step backward just in time for Rosa's lightsaber to come swinging toward his elbow. Off-balanced and unable to dodge the blow, Mikhail tried to move his arm enough so that the lightsaber would connect with his phrik vambrace instead of flesh. He succeeded. Partially. The lightsaber nicked his elbow before sliding against phrik. Mikhail's thermal suit melted into his flesh from the heat of the plasma blade. A gasp of pain parted his lips, quickly turning into a bestial snarl as he flung himself at the Jedi.

She had touched his flesh with her blade. Mikhail's eyesight grew red around the edges as he swung his blade, again and again in thrusts and cuts. Before he realized it, Derriphan began to channel energy into him. Every blow drained the Force from Rosa. Not just the Force, part of her life. Her being. Mikhail's blade seemed to take on a life of its own as the violet blade spun and slashed and thrust with inhuman speed in a dolorous onslaught.

 

[Sal Katarn]

OPEN SPACE - NEAR THE GENERATOR ASTEROID
@[member="Jonathan Walsh"], @[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], @[member="Velok"]

The Adjudicator was in critical condition. The hit from the ion cannon took out all electronics onboard the ship, frying its engines as well. It slowly began to sink beneath the battlefield. On the bridge, the only light came from the occasional burst of sparks from shredded electrical wire. Illuminated by these occasional flashes were the slowly stirring bodies of the crew, strewn across the bridge like cut marionettes. Trashed dataconsoles and wrecked terminals lay sideways or in pieces.

In the near darkness, Shorn blinked awake. His head rang with the force of seven thousand hammers. He let out a soft groan. Slowly, he craned his head up and surveyed the damage, then closed his eyes again. Muscles contracted and he forced himself to stand through strength of will. He swayed on his feet and noticed the sudden absence of sudden. He lifted a hand to his ears and felt something wet and sticky. The palm of his hand moved to his forehead as he tried to remember what happened.

They were fighting on overdrive, yes, and then... the ion blast. He remembered that. What next? Thousands of fighters, a bombing run. Explosions. Chaos.... blackness.

He grimaced and moved over to the remnants of the comm station. He tapped it, but only static issued forth. The viewport's durasteel inner blast shields were closed, sealing off the bridge from Space as well as giving Seth no way to see what was happening. Something tapped him on the shoulder. He whirled. Mordrid's nose was shattered in three places, while the skin of his right cheek had been torn away exposing muscle and tissue as well as a few teeth. Seth barely recognized him. The man was speaking, Shorn couldn't hear. He frowned, then reached out telepathically - his ability to touch the Force could only mean that the ysalamiri he collected were all dead. Their lives, however, meant little to him in comparison to the well being of his crew.

"Mordrid, my eardrums are perforated from the blast. We have to find a way to get the comms online. Do you know the status of the vessel?"

The man frowned, opened his mouth, closed it again, then shook his head.

"Very well, go to the lower decks to see what you can find. I will stay here to take care of the wounded and repair what damage I can. Both to the crew and the bridge. Understood?"

Mordrid nodded once, then hurried off, moving through the access way to the bridge and out of sight. Shorn gritted his teeth and turned back to the near darkness. What madness is war? He wondered, before moving to the first body.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Munitions Facility in Nickel One
@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

His fury hit her before his blade did, driving her back as she matched his pace blocking every slash and thrust their lightsabers a blur of deep and pale purple as they clashed again and again. The power of his strikes pushed her steadily backwards. Speed was her gift, not strength. So long as she matched his speed, his fury would not touch her. Things had changed since Rhen Var and though Rosa would never be a duellist, she had trained harder. She had trained knowing that one day she would be up against another sith. Only the Force knew it would be Mikhail who would be sent to test her again.

But there was more to these attacks than the simple bare faced attacks they appeared to be. She could feel the Soulsaber coiling around her in the force, seeking to absorb the life she had.

Lives.

No!

The small flickering signature that was her child began to waver. Rosa sought with all her might to protect it, to wrap her own force life around it, but the soulsaber was stronger as it seized her unborn child in the force and wrenched it from her.

The scream that erupted from Rosa shattered the force around her, pain lanced through her stomach as her body began to reject the lifeless from inside. She sank to her knees.

Despair rolled off her in terrible waves as her world shattered.

 

[Valik]

Generator Asteroid - On route to Hanger Bay towards Sith Territory(not towards the battle)

@[member="Monty Jusik"] @[member="Selena Halcyon"] @[member="Iron Maiden"] @[member="Eldoc Quasat"] @[member="Roa Tang"] @[member="Lucien Cordel"]

Valik continued onward towards the hangerbay, looking all around him for potential threats. He heard distinct buzzing and clicking as one of the Verpine pointed to a glint in the air, below an open ventilation shaft. The spherical shape was likely a grenade of some sort, which would explain the panic of the bugs. Valik concentrated the Force and flung the grenade back upwards, it detonating slightly before reaching the vent. Whoever threw it wouldn't be consumed by the blast, but it would slow him down. Valik didn't need to kill, he only needed time.

"I want a squad covering the vents and a squad covering my 6." Valik ordered and the Verpine scattered, while Valik continued to rush to the hanger bay.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Munitions Facility in Nickel One
@[member="Rosa Mazhar"]

The darkness swallowed him, gave him such terrible atramentous strength. Oh that intoxicating, hideous might, full of fury and violence, like adrenaline only so much sweeter in the blinding fury... and so much more bitter. A rolling tide of agony and pleasure, the pleasure of killing. To hear the bones of the enemy snap, their flesh tear, the rending soft, sucking pop as a bone fractured and tore through skin. Their gasping for air as they choked for breath. Their cries for mercy. Their cries of pain. Oh, such cimmerian, draconic solace to hear defeat and taste victory. Even their burning flesh could smell like a succulent sacrifice fit for gods.

Mikhail felt naught Rosa's child, heard naught her Force rending scream for the loss it held. He heard only the defeat of an enemy. He felt only an opponent in pain. He drank in her loss to fuel his faye madness even as he stumbled backward with the power of her cry. To fight, to kill, the urges flooded him. To end it. Madness and power, the debauching wine of mortals and gods. He drank the brimming cup to its dregs.

"Where is your righteous flame, Jedi?" the muffled madman said. "Where is the all precious, prevailing light and justice of the Force? Did it drown in darkness? Did the blackness snuff it from this galaxy? Tell me, Jedi! TELL ME! WHERE IS YOUR HOPE NOW?!" Shorn bellowed. Lightning sprayed from his fingertips toward Rosa. "IS IT DEAD? DID I KILL THE LIGHTSIDE, JEDI?! WHERE IS IT?"

 

[Darron Wraith]

Vault-Hangar Bay

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

A sickening crunch could be heard as his plan at worked beautifully, the Empress has been nearly destroyed. Or so he had thought...

He began to approach as the pieces of the fighter fell to the floor, and gone was Ashin. The Empress of the Sith Empire had returned, and the darkside was again raging around her. The Force once more felt in place as the headache he had been feeling earlier was dissipating, and his connection seemed to be fully reforged. Gone was the fog he had been feeling in his mind, just as the Force light had faded from Ashin. They stood as they once were again, although beaten and bruised unlike earlier. The uncertainty that had clouded the hangar bay only moments ago had faded, and the conflict had become what it always should have been. What it was always meant to be, despite what they both felt.

It was light versus dark.

Another dark tremor shot through the Force as the Sith Empress pulled with her dark tendrils of power, and her and the debris launched themselves at him. Blue blades became a blur of motion as he began to defend himself from the projectiles. For every five bits of ship he hit, one managed to slip by and wound his flesh. The perfectly sculpted muscles on his body were beginning to show marks from all the blows, and blood flowed freely from all the cuts on his body. His knees buckled after one piece hit his left shoulder just as he brought his right blade up to block Ashin's incoming blow. Her punch to his throat came unblocked and all the Jedi Master could do was fall back, the world going black from his difficulty to breathe. He held fast and only allowed himself to take one step away, just enough room for him to fire a quick slash from his left blade towards her exposed side. His next strike came much slower from the right as he still fought for breath, his blood dripping everywhere as he fired a stab. All he could hope for were that his staccato blows did enough to hurt her.

Though as his stab fired forward he stepped forward with his right foot, planted and brought his left foot in a quickly paced roundhouse straight to the side of her knee joint.