Get Off My Rock [CIS Dominion of Zenith Prime]

[Sophia Walsh]

It wasn't long before the dropship it the surface signaling the end of the ride. "Be safe out there my love." Leaning forward Sophia gave him a quick kiss on the lips as the doors to the dropship opened and the couple was immediately fired upon almost as if the slavers had been waiting for their arrival. Sophia gave [member="Josiah Denko"] hand one last squeeze before jumping out her lightsaber igniting as she did so.

This was one way to test out all her new fancy new master abilities.

 

[Malok]

Rushing forward, the clone then came rather close to the anti-aircraft cannon...and was suddenly beset by a memory he did his absolute best to push out of his head. 'Twas the operation which took place on Utapau, where a similar canon had all but blasted Genesis from the face of the Galaxy. At once, his face contorted into a wrathful scowl and the Vong-Shaped warrior reached for his utility belt once more. He threw all the grenades he had on his person at the anti-aircraft cannon and quickly dove behind cover. Then, he counted down whilst attempting to shove the memory back where it belonged. "Three...Two...One..."

 

[Darth Metus]

Only weeks had passed since the Templar Order decided to recognize [member="Sophia Denko"] as a master of the Force; a fact that brought endless pride to the Silver Jedi. When she leaned forward and touched her lips to his, Josiah returned the sweet gesture before leaping out of the dropship himself. He stayed close to his spouse's side for two reasons. One, he was a dutiful husband and would be damned if any of the slavers laid so much as a finger upon her. Two, he was curious to see what sort of tricks were up her sleeve in lieu of her recent promotion. Josiah was certain that his beloved had some fireworks to display, and as such he eagerly awaited the commencement of her assault. Igniting his lightsaber as he awaited, Josiah then bent his knees and began deflecting blaster bolts which came his way.

 

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Graxin did not possess the clones issues. His skills revolve around telekinetics above all else. The Knight lowered his blades for the moment, and stared at the cannons. He had a thought. A mischievous thought that, if it worked, would cause immense destruction to the AA guns he had targeted. Graxin slipped off away from the cannons. He hid behind a mess of crates and went easily unnoticed as soldiers ran past to stop [member="Isley Verd"] and his people.


"Let's see how high they can fly then." He stated calmly into the comm. This would take centering. He took a deep breath, and forced his passions aside. Blindly influencing things would not fall well into his favor. He thrust both hands forward, and began to slowly wretch one of the cannons barrels to the right. The metal groaned and protested, but it began to submit. The cannon; already on an auto-targeting setting, fired a volley at one of its own.

The second cannon went up with a massive explosion. Graxin slumped forward, his chest heaving. Things like that took almost everything out of him.



[member="Ishmael Verd"]

 

[Malok]

Of course, there would be time to spectate as Matsu engaged the enemy later...for now, the Bothan had some slavers in dire need of attention. Ducking his head as he ran forward, his blade continued to deflect blaster bolt after blaster bolt before coming into contact with flesh. The din of the lightsaber rending off arms and legs as he progressed was one that was all-too familar to Verask at that point...no matter how much it turned his stomach. Life was precious, after all; but many of the slavers were meeting their demise at the hands of Confederate personnel. Be it far from him to tell the nation he was practically born apart of to do their job though!

[member="Matsu Xiangu"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Shortly after hearkening to the transmission, the clone heard the unmistakeable roar of an explosion. He whipped his head about and was greeted with the sight of the second anti-aircraft cannon blazing as it was demolished. Ishmael had to admit...the Son of Krag had quite the punch and he hoped that someday, his own power would dwarf the Knight's. However, until that point, Ishmael had to focus on the tasks at hand. Reaching out with the Force, he telekinetically hoisted a trio of the fuel cells into the air and hurled them at the anti-aircraft cannon. There was an explosion of the same caliber as the one produced by Krag's heir and Ishmael found himself looking satisfied. "Alright, let's regroup; what's your position?" he inquired over the comm.

[member="Graxin Rade"]

 

[Djonas Vile]

The Emerald Dawn took the forefront of the provided droid starfighters as the battle raged on with the ferocity of a nexu brawl. "Don't worry, Josiah. We'll hit 'em up good and proper." Djonas replied to the transmission from [member="Josiah Denko"]. The Emerald Dawn rotated swiftly, starfighters following closely behind as the bombing of the enemy vessel began. "Bring the rain boys..."

 

[Malok]

When the count down reached zero, the grenades did as they were designed to do: explode. The totality of their might was focused about the base of the anti-aircraft gun, causing it to become unstable. It then began to weeble and wobble...and then gravity came into play. Down went the cannon, falling over the side of the wall; where a secondary explosion was caused. There were cries of surprise (and dying screams) and the flames soared into the air; but Genesis did not have time to revel in his success. No, now he had to make his way into the heart of the fortress so that he might liberate those held captive against their will. Taking up his rotary cannon once more, the Vong-Shaped warrior then began to rush across the battlements, headed for the stairs.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

Oh, and with pleasure...

There hadn't been much outside the stronghold before the Confederacy had landed outside its doors - now there was debris everywhere, rubble coating the ground, shards of glass and door...

It was those Matsu picked up after [member="Phoebe Verd"]'s impressive display, gathering the power that was so ready behind her hands and lifting several pieces of the destroyed blast doors. With a shove of her rapidly evolving telekinetics she sent them hurtling towards the slavers trying to block the stairway in to higher levels of the stronghold, those that weren't impaled on the beams falling prey to the sheer concussive blow.

There was however, no time to see if she had done well as the group began to make their way inside.

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

 

[Isabella Denko]

Isabella or Izzy as she was lovely called by her parents had somehow ended up on the ship with her parents. As she crawled out of her hiding spot she found that they were gone and she was left alone on daddy's ship.

The five year old was much too young to go flying off on her own even though her parents had taught her how. Mommy had made a point of showing the little one the finer points of a ship. As Izzy wandered she realized that her mother seemed to very much be excited about such things. Now that she was alone she was going to see how she could help or get herself in trouble.

[member="Josiah Denko"]
[member="Sophia Denko"]

 

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[member="Seanna Vel "]"Not at all." Graxin breathed to the woman. At least she was keeping the hostiles off his back. He took a moment to compose himself, and stood up straight. The twin blades hissed back to life, and he took up the form of Soresu


"Western wall with some woman. Where are we needed now?" Graxin asked quickly, his blade casting neon marks through the air as he repelled stray blaster bolts. [member="Ishmael Verd"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Skidding to a halt, the Mandalorian then squinted through the flames just in time to see his orders followed to the letter. Matsu thoroughly impressed him through a display of telekinetics that all but tore to shreds the opposition; and Phoebe lit up the courtyard like a wildfire. The operation was going smoothly; and now there was only a single anti-aircraft cannon left. Roaring over the flames, he then gave another order to his team; in addition to credit where it was due: "Matsu, that wasexcellent!" he began, "I need you and [member="Phoebe Verd"] to take out the last anti-aircraft cannon. After that, we'll regroup on the interior of the fortress. [member="Eldoc Quasat"], you're with me, get over here!" With that said, he motioned to his intended partner for this portion of the operation.

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

 

[Darth Metus]

"Be advised, Saturation Attack incoming. Dive underneath the vessel to steer clear!" came the warning of the Helmsman as the Emerald Dawn and its escort of Droid Starfighters began its bombing run against the enemy vessel. Then, the priming of the weapons began across the task force; resulting in a pronouncing humming as the cannons warmed themselves up. This would be quite the sight to see; and hopefully not the last time it would be employed again. However, the helmsman would not give the order to commence the daring offense until [member="Djonas Vile"] and his starfighter escort were clear. As such, he folded his hands behind his back and awaited a response from the Templar.

 

[Darth Metus]

"Now that three of the four cannons are taken out, I'd wager that it's time to go on clean up duty. There's a bunch of slavers still alive." came the response of the clone. Raising his lightsaber, he then began to rely upon the Force in order to augment his movements again; focusing upon his legs and overall speed this time. Through this, he was able to take off in an impressive sprint and leap from one wall to the next, landing with a neat roll. "I'm heading to your position now, try to save me some fish to fry, will ya?" he said; his tone obviously denoting jest.

[member="Graxin Rade"]

 

[Darth Metus]

As the Silver Jedi and his spouse made their way to the scene of the battle, he was woefully ignorant to the fact that their child had stowed away onboard his vessel. If Josiah knew, he would have dove right back into his dropship and headed back up the Silver Wind so that he might berate her for her carelessness...and make absolutely certain that she was safe. However, the sad simple fact remained that the Silver Jedi was indeed ignorant of his child's presence about his heavy cruiser; and as such he was able to proceed forward without so much as a single worry in his mind. Instead, he centered himself and began to display the apex-level telekinetics that he had mastered over the course of many years; shoving enemies off the wall with ease.

[member="Sophia Denko"], [member="Isabella Denko"]

 

[Sophia Walsh]

What her husband may or may not know about her was that she was half Echani. She had as of late been digging into her heritage and learning all she could. The Master had found that martial arts and the like came naturally to her. These skills she was able to utilize when she was fighting the enemy. Putting her blade up she deflected a few blasts back at the slavers which were direct hits. It would have been a shame to waste bullets. Sophia ran ahead of [member="Josiah Denko"] whom she knew could care for myself and if not she was a healer as well. Her blade sliced through slavers as she went almost artfully poetic. Grabbing her crossbow she shot at two slavers in the distance. She had practiced quite a bit with the crossbow over time.

 

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There should have been more of a challenge. The slavers were organized, but they weren't Commandos. They weren't Mandalorians, Jedi, or Sith, they were just...people. Graxin snapped a bolt back to its point of origin, then another, and another. His expression was one of calm certainty. "I'll just start cutting them then. You can fry the corpses." Graxin shot back.

It was then that his confidence was his undoing. A sniper had snuck up from behind, vengeful for the death of his comrades. The sniper knew this battle had already been decided, but he could take down one of the attackers. A loud crack cut through the chaos.


Graxin yelped and slumped forward. His knee screamed in pain, and it was all he could do to take cover behind a set of crates.

[member="Ishmael Verd"]

 

[Malok]

Despite the growing discontent in the pit of his stomach, the Bothan pressed on. His blade sang a terrible song of decimation when pitted against the slavers which came his way. One after the other, he disarmed and maimed them, making absolutely certain not to claim a single life. Yes, the Templar Code dictated that, if the realm was threatened it was permissable to stain one's hands in blood...but the Jedi inside the Bothan just was not content with this. As such, he resolved to address the hordes of enemies his way, before ducking behind a corner. At once, an explosion rippled forth; for anti-aircraft cannons were being decimated left and right. "Confound it all!" he exclaimed as soot began to stain his pristinely white cloak.

 

[Darth Metus]

[member="Graxin Rade"]

The Clone had to contain his expression of amusement at the words of his comrade, but then hurried his pace along when the yelp of pain sounded through his comm. Looking about frantically, Ishmael saw the sniper that sought to avenge his fallen comrades. Animosity and anger filled him, and Ishmael opened himself to the might of the Dark Side. For the first time in his life, it responded in the form of a mighty cascade...and he followed his instincts accordingly. The fingers of his offhand formed a "claw" over his palm, channeling the Dark Side power to that central spot. There, fire began to form and concentrate; growing and growing into a roaring sphere of flame. Thrusting his hand forward, the clone then launched the pyro-ball and completely roasted the sniper.

"Dead thugs roasting on a blazing rock..." he mused, making his way over to the wounded man. "What's the damage?"

 

[Seanna Vel]

Giving another look to [member="Graxin Rade"] giving him quick nodded, as she put in fresh power. Beginning her next hell fire. Finding herself into a deep rthym with in the force it self. Even after all these time it was just another day of shooting and blood. "No guts no glory" as she smirk at another one being gun down with her beauties in her hands.

With out a word as started to push hard then she had every done before. Following up after which time she had throw up arm at one bolt to see it go back at from where it had came from. Shaking herself off, as she looked at where the door was being closed. "Hey sweet pea you thinking what i'm thinking." wanting to get to it or at less to blow it to kingdom come before getting it closed all the way. Less work for them in the long run, shorter time for them to wait their death.

"Oh shit, to Hutt hell" looking at Graxin Taking out her rifle to look where it had came from only to look down the scope to feel her own breath coming short before blowing it out. Only to see the fear in his eyes. Shooting as she did so, feeling that nothing was left of his head. Her own eyes upon him again. looking at the one that came to his aid.

@Ishmael Verd