Get Off My Rock [CIS Dominion of Zenith Prime]

[Darth Metus]

Utilizing the Force to augment his movements, the clone then focused his efforts on leaping. A tremendous bound was then undertaken, landing him square upon the battlement of the enemy Fortress. Surprised played in the eyes of the enemy as they saw his form sudden vault onto the wall...but that was the last expression they would ever make. His blade, moving in a wild series of strikes, began to make short work of the defenders. He then took cover behind a crate and utilized the opportunity to radio in. He wanted to be sure his "partner" had made it to the ground in one piece and would be joining him on the wall soon. "This is Ishmael, come in." he began, peering over his cover cautiously, "I'm on the wall, what's your status?"

[member="Graxin Rade"]

 

[Malok]

With focus blazing in the eyes of the clone, he then abandoned his position of cover and brandished his weapon of choice: a personal rotary cannon. Swift, repeated blaster fire began to surge forth from his weapon as the Vong-Shaped Warrior filled the air with a battle cry. Yes, the Confederacy had received his coordinates...and now it was time to renew the battle with vigor. Pausing from his initial onslaught, Genesis reached for his utility belt and produced a sonic grenade. He promptly hurled this with all of his might and caused a concussive explosion several yards away; sending bodies rag-dolling about. The battle was still young, but the clone firmly believed that the Confederacy could triumph over this enemy as they had all the others.

 

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Graxin steadied himself, and eyed the fortress walls. This was it. The Son of Krag reached for the middle pocket of his sweatshirt, and pulled the twin weapon free. A longer, leatherbound hilt to contrast its shorter, metal counterpart. Still wearing the rebreather; Graxin charged forward.

The walls were tall, but Graxin was smart. He would not expel the energy needed to climb the wall. He approached from the wall's flank, ignited the cyan and orange blades, and carved a sizeable hole in its side.

Graxin was a master of Niman, one of the few left in the galaxy. The slavers were going to see why such a form was to be feared.

He kicked the durastel inward and inserted the orange tool of execution through the midriff of a slaver carrying ammunition for one of the cannons. His scream was drowned out by the cannon's rumbling. Graxin quickly chimed in. "I'm through. Dispatching my cannons in five."


[member="Ishmael Verd"]

 

[Darth Metus]

With no response from the Templar vessel as of yet, the helmsman then ordered the continuation of his assault against the Slaver's Guild. Then surged forth from the depths of hyperspace a cruiser of foreign origin. Apparently in the time of the Sith Empire's fall, the Guild had seen fit to procure all manner of goodies...and this one posed a threat to those on the ground. Desperation was the sort of thing that caused innocent lives to be lost; such as those kept in cages in the bowels of the enemy fortification. As such, it fell upon the helmsman's shoulders, and those of [member="Djonas Vile"], to face down this threat immediately. "All hands, focus fire on the ship that just popped out from Hyperspace. Let's make short work of this intruder."

 

[Phoebe Draclau]

Phoebe was last off of [member="Isley Verd"] ship. She might be a former Empress but there was no way she was going to stand for slavery. Even when she ruled there was no such thing as slavery. She didn't allow it than and certainly the woman was not about to allow it now. The only difference here was that she was fighting to get rid of it old school style.

Running Phoebe caught up with the group that was just standing there at the blast doors. It seemed as if she hadn't missed much as of yet. Instead of answering the voice Phoebe just rolled her eyes at it.

 

[Darth Metus]

"Excellent, I'll take care of this cannon. After we've blown them to kingdom come, let's regroup. Over." came the swift response of the clone. He then rose from his cover and began to whirl his blade about. The form that he utilized was Shien, that which was specifically geared towards the deflection of blaster bolts. Yet, as he drew nearer to his enemies, Ishmael then began to switch up his form; bouncing from Shii-Cho to Shien in order to defend himself and dispatch his opponents. It would take a good little work to slice through the rag-tag assortment of slavers and reach the anti-aircraft cannon, but it had to be done. So, steeling himself forward, the clone continued his relentless assault and made his way along the wall as quickly as possible.

[member="Graxin Rade"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

Putting her own twin pistol away. Full now sling her rifle off her back, started to look throw her scope only to put a smirk onto her lips, breathing lighten. then it came out like a stalker in the night. Quiet as it was only that of the other end of wasn't so much, hearing the scream come out for a split second. "Sweet pea, I do love this part of the job, sugar, lets get to going, give these poor bastard, what they have coming to them."

[member="Isley Verd"] [member="Eldoc Quasat"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

 

[Darth Metus]

"As...exceptional as this offer sounds, you couldn't have picked a worse time to call." began the Mandalorian, reaching out in order to affectionately graze the arm of his spouse with his offhand. He then set his focus on the task at hand and charged inside the enemy facility. Blaster file began to sing all about him, but his quick bladework allieviated him from harm. What's more, he deflected quite a few bolts back on their firers, resulting in causualties all about. It would take quite the push in order to clear out the base level, so Isley looked to the three accompanying him. "Matsu, stick close to my side. Eldoc, Force Bellow; let's get these suckers scattered. Phoebe, I need some pyrokinetics in here, light these bastards up!" he roared between slashes and telekinetic shoves.

[member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Eldoc Quasat"], [member="Phoebe Verd"], [member="Seanna Vel"], [member="Alicia Drey"]

 

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There was little that could stop his domination now. Graxin was a conflicted soul, torn between his position as Krag's next of kin, and his desire to be morally correct. Jedi teachings and that of the Sith fought for dominance when he entered combat, and right now, the latter was winning. It was his passion for complete freedom, and the desire to see those that would stop it to burn.

Or perhaps it was the hatred for Krag.

His twin blades screamed for blade; decapitating one man, dismembering another. He thrust his hands forward and a bout of flames sent another tumbling back, screaming as his flesh was scorched away to reveal bone. Everyone was truly the same on the inside. Niman was a balanced form, and every time the slavers began to take the upper hand, Graxin would fall back and batter them with telekinetic strikes. Using your lightsabers wasn't always necessary, though the mental effort was tiring.


"Copy. I'm getting to work...they don't burn well, do they?"


[member="Ishmael Verd"]

 

[Malok]

Having dispersed a sizeable host of slavers with his sonic grenade, the Vong-Shaped warrior hurried along. His target was one of the four anti-aircraft turrets; which would allow the Confederacy to swarm the ground once all four were decimated. As such, he brought his rotary cannon to life and allowed it to sing a bloody song of decimation across the enemy lines. With so many Confederate individuals assaulting the base, the enemy was noticeably frazzled and disorganized; thereby adding to the ease of the operation. However, there were slaves that needed to be liberated...and once the anti-aircraft cannon was taken care of, that was where Genesis was headed. However, for this moment, his focus was solely on gunning down the opposition silly enough to run his way.

 

[Katrina Garnier]

He was right, she wasn't a fan of killing but she understood that sometimes killing was a necessity. In the jungle she had no choice but to kill for food and once or twice someone whom had threaten her. The slavers here were a threat today to everything which was good. She knew killing here today was for the greater good.

Jumping out of the pod her saber hummed to life in her hand. She immediately was deflecting bullets back at the slavers while using the Force to push the slavers back and away from her beloved. She shouldn't have but Kat couldn't help but try to keep him safe.

[member="CC-308 Maverick"]

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

Matsu gave Tianzun one quick flick to clear the blood of those who'd already fallen on its blade, watching as the others gathered to make their assault on the stronghold. She nodded at [member="Isley Verd"]'s command, prepared - once they could make their way inside - to prove herself a useful asset and not just an Apprentice in need of clinging to her Master's side. She had the Confederacy to make proud after all.

[member="Eldoc Quasat"]
[member="Phoebe Verd"]

 

[Malok]

Once on the ground, the aging Bothan augmented his frail state with the Force; relying upon its assistance in order to boldly join the group before him. There he saw [member="Matsu Xiangu"], the young woman who he had taken an interest in acting as a guide for. She was so young and her whole life was ahead of her...and Verask hoped that she would spend her years wisely, as opposed to practically squandering them like he did. Yes, his service was valuable...but he never truly lived; and now was too old to "live". Too old for children, too old for a spouse...too old for anything save finishing the word he spent decades on and returning to the dust. However, the battle at hand took precadent over these thoughts and Verask ignited his green saber into existence. "Have at ye!" he cried.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Isley Verd"] |

Alicia raised her eyebrows at the sounds of blaster fire, screams and the resulting commands of Isley Verd. "Interesting," she thought to herself, before beginning to speak again. "As you know, I have the ability to get in touch with you. I'll call you another time. Goodbye, Mr. Verd." She stepped off the podium and then retired to sleep, confident it wouldn't be the last time she spoke to Isley; and that simple bad timing wouldn't ruin their inevitable meeting.

 

[Darth Metus]

Continuing on, the helmsman than gave another order; for the shields of the enemy vessel were quite resiliant to the punishment he doled out. "Send a transmission to the other vessels nearby, let's set up for a Saturation Attack." he said. Oh the Saturation Attack; a wonderous tactic if employed by the right hands. Through coordinating the warhead launchers of the task force on the target, there was no way that the defensive emplacements would be able to address them all. As such, the tactic would result in untold damage to the enemy vessel as explosive ordnance would get through. "[member="Djonas Vile"], we're setting up for a saturation attack. Time your assault with our offense if you would." came the Helmsman's next transmission.

 

[Phoebe Draclau]

They didn't have time for games not when they were being shot at from behind. "With pleasure," she smiled at her beloved before turning to the slavers whom dare shoot in her general direction. Lifting up a hand a burst of flame appeared in it as she wickedly grinned to the slavers. The flame became bigger until it was a ball which she throw towards the slavers which caused them to scatter a bit as she got another ready to throw at them in succession.

@Seanna Vel
[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Darth Metus]

That was quite the interesting turn of events, though Isley could and would not allow it to deter his focus from the task at hand. He looked to Matsu and said: "Alright my apprentice, show me what you can do. Clear those stairs adjacent to our position!" he said, before lowering to a squat. At once, he reached for his utility belt and produced his signature CZ-835 Machine Pistol and unleashed a trio of BANG slugs into the fuel cells stacked precariously upon one of the walls. The resulting explosion caused many bodies to fly about, propeled by the explosive force...and also tore a hole in the wall. "Phoebe, Eldoc, Seanna, cover me; I'm going in!" he then cried, stowing his pistol and rushing forward. With the Force empowering his bones, the Mandalorian quickly dove through the flames and into the fortress' interior.

[member="Phoebe Verd"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Seanna Vel"], [member="Alicia Drey"], [member="Eldoc Quasat"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

[member="Graxin Rade"]

Making her own move to fan out finding herself to the back of another one that seem to be on their side. "Hey sweet pea, I got your sweet back side if you have mind." as she once again took out both of her pistol started to fire over and over with the force to age her. Kill after kill some up closer then other with blood splatter on her. "Well, sweet cheeks want to get me up high where I can do the most damage, clear a few of these worthless being out at the same time." as she shot another one right between the eyes.

[member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Malok]

Charing in through the opening provided by the Mandalorian, the Bothan then began to assault the horde of slavers who filled the "courtyard" of the enemy fortification. With swift bladework, the aging Bothan focused on disarming and otherwise maiming the enemies; not slaying them...as that was something he would be unable to stomach at this point. His movements were swift for a man his age and was all thanks to the Force! Looking over his shoulder, he saw the apprentice he had grown quite close to once more and gave her a nod of confidence. Now would be the time for him to see the strength which resided within her...a fact that he had mixed feelings about. Of course he was rooting for her, but if the darkness became her sole ally, what would that do to their "friendship"?

[member="Matsu Xiangu"]

 

[Darth Metus]

"No they don't...and that makes this mission all the more entertaining!" came the clone's response over the comm. It took him several moments in order to gain the breathing room necessary to make a response to the Son of Krag; but once he found new cover only a stone's throw from the anti-aircraft cannon, he made the call. Now, it was time to formulate a plan to decimate the cannon; as he simply did not have enough might in the Force (yet) to remove it with telekinesis. As such, he looked about his surroundings and saw the explosion set off by his creator...and got to thinking. Scanning the area once more, he looked and found another stack of fuel cells and smirked...it was time for the clone to make things go BOOOOM!!!

[member="Graxin Rade"]