How do I know you're not making faces at me under that thing? [CIS Dominion of Utapau]

[Kara Avoyos]

Kara had learned from the last battle, and made sure to stay keep an eye on her location in relation to everyone else rather than just wading into the fray and getting swept away by the pull of battle. There were Templars scattered across the battlefield, and at one point she’d even caught a glimpse of Josiah and Seth. Currently, she was providing support for a group of riflemen by making sure no one got within melee range of them. When they enemy took breaks from suicidal charges towards her lightsaber, she kept herself occupied by deflecting as much blaster fire as she could back at the enemy.

The Radicals made another push forward, and Kara shifted from a defensive Shien posture into a more aggressive dancing form. The forms were a bit harder to manage in the thick of battle, where she needed to be mindful of decapitating her allies, but it was more useful against this type of enemy than Shien or Djem So. The knight rushed to meet the enemy, severing hands or necks with every sweep of her bright blue blade. Those who did not fall quickly attempted to retreat, only to be picked off by the riflemen that she’d been supporting.

 

[Veret Jun]

@[member="Kara Avoyos"]

Behind Kara there would be the crack of a high power blaster rifle letting a bolt fly down range. The noises would be heard in rapid succession, with each shot a hostile dropped, a bolt going clean through their forehead's. The BR-50 in his arms made short work of the enemies who dared stand in the path of the Confederacy of Independent Systems.

Veret didn't enjoy his job per-say, but he wasn't complaining either, instead he was utterly silent and emotionless as he fired his weapon. With every kick f the rifle against his shoulder he focused his mind and used the force t guide the bolt to it's target's weak point and kill it. He'd hunted prey this way since he was a child, though at that point it had been met with disapproval from his father.

 

[Eddie]

"YEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAHAHA!!!"

The seemingly random cry was sounded from about 50' in the air. It belonged to an assassin droid who was too obnoxious for his own good flying a hijacked X-Wing. The X-Wing crash-landed on top of a few 'mooks' and the assassin droid kicked the cockpit 'open' and jumped out of it, then landed on his feet near Josiah

 

[Daxton Bane]

Ignoring the laser bolts zinging past him, Daxton assessed the situation around him. CIS forces were making another push as the entrenched enemy steadily grew more desperate with each passing moment. The tides of battle were slowing building in favor of the CIS and the Sith knew that it was reaching a point where a single push would be enough to open the floodgates to victory.

Grabbing a CIS banner from the corpse of fallen standard bearer, Daxton waved the flag as he urged his companions forward. "Before you stand the enemies of freedom, the stare back with eyes filled with hatred and fear for they now that the time of judgement is at hand. We are the hand of fate. Our time is now! Forward for victory! CHARGE!!!!"

Uttering a bone chilling battle cry the Sith plunged forward into the fray.

 

[Feena]

Nothing else was Feenas business. Nothing else was her focus. Quite simply, she could not care less about the battle. She did not care about the violence. That was not what she did. She would clean up the mess later, like a mother constantly cleaning a child's bedroom. She would pick up the pieces, re-attach limps, heal the most dreadful of wounds, bring people from deaths door... Because in many ways, Feena was their mother. She was everyone's mother.

"Take us down," she instructed gently, "To the clinic. There is not time to waste here."

And the pilot listened, because who didn't listen to their mother?
Once more as they began their descent, Feena looked over her list. Check, check, check. She went through, considering situations, things that would be necessary. Feena did not ever pack light. She thought of everything.

 

[Kara Avoyos]

The tide of battle was pulling them all onward, and things were going in the CIS’s favor. Some of the radicals were beginning to realize how outmatched they were. For some this made them fight harder and with more desperation, while other tried to drift towards sections of the battlefield where they were less likely to die a pointless death. They weren’t quitting the field yet, so Kara kept cutting down anyone who got close to her blade.

A battle cry went up across the CIS lines, and soon everyone was pushing forward to break the enemy line. Kara was careful to keep pace with @[member="Veret Jun"], so he wouldn’t have to worry about melee fighters closing in on him and she would have someone covering her back. She was glad to have the support, especially after what had happened at Melida/Daan.

 

[Onrai]

Circe lifted off in her craft and returned to orbit, joining Myra Subach at the bridge of her Star Destroyer. There was very little she could do aside from watch the carnage.

"Do you think there'll be anything left for us to acquire?"

"Most likely. I have salvage teams on standby."

"Good. The more we can take from this world, the better."

 

[Rayn H'voc]

Sonja had led her squad to another vantage point and aided even better in the CIS push forward. Sonja's squadron took every and all opportune shots that they could. Combine extremists dropped like fires while under the fire of the 119th. "Keep up the support." Sonja said to her squadron.

Sonja then radioed in to @[member="Daxton Bane"] to inform him that he has the 119th support the entire fight. Sonja thne took out a Combat loyalist that almost took out Daxton.

 

[Daxton Bane]

"Thanks 119! If you guys could do tactical command removal, it should encourage the rank and file its in their best interest to lay down their arms and stop fighting." Daxton said as he slammed a squad of enemy combatants with his invisible tentacles of Force. To the non Force user it would seem that he pointed at them and threw them bodily away from him.

Tactical command removal was a term for snipers to take out any officers or ncos who were giving orders or attempting to rally troops.

@[member="Sonja Mercier"]

 

[Rayn H'voc]

"You heard the Templar, snipers! Take out the HVTs!" Sonja barked out to the 119 as they took aim for the first officers and NCOs they could find. Their heads were taken clean off by the roaring shots of the 119 and their lifeless corpses fell with a quiet thud to the ground. Sonja and her squad continued scanning the area for any and all high value targets they could find. "You're clear to move on, Templar. Tactical command removal is underway."

@[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

"That's a roger 119. Thanks for the assist. First round when this is over is on me." Daxton acknowledged the aid, as he rallied the troops forward while the enemy was in disarray.

@[member="Sonja Mercier"]

 

[Rayn H'voc]

"Damn right it is. Now get your ass on the move so we can get the hell off this planet." Sonja said into her communicator before returning to providing sniper cover for the advancing Confederate forces. Each shot of hers whistled as they pierced the skulls of her targets.

@[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Feena]

Once landed, Feena stepped off the ship, checking supplies as they were carried off.
"Be careful with that!" she had to hiss quite a few times as boxes were nearly dropped. Once the supplies were unloaded, Feena went inside the clinic. Time to get right to work.

She had patients waiting already. Setting up her supplies, she took a quick moment to familiarize herself with the facility she would be using. Not as large as she would have hoped. Finding space for all the sick would be difficult. If only Sanctuary had been set up by now...

"Guess here is a good as any place to start," she mumbled to herself as she buttoned up a white apron and started to was her hands.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton chuckled at the good natured banter in his ear as he ducked under a low lying beam and deflected laser bolts sent his way as the defenders tried to slow the CIS assault. The allied forces in his immediate vicinity, inspired by his example began to move forward as well, pressing the enemy into an ill organized withdrawal to more defendable positions.




@[member="Sonja Mercier"]

 

[Dharma Vessia]

A tea party at the prison camp the rogue members were holding their ground at. This was a little iffy with dealing with other organization rogues. In the eyes of the Jensaarai, Dharma was a rogue and even fought against the current Jensaarai to place the leader she was siding with in seat of power. All of it failed in the end. Still, she could understand their stance; however, she sided with CIS leadership and making sure it went well for them. Of course, she got rewards like the tea party she was going to have with tortured Combine Rogues.

Even in her Jensaarai armor, Dharma skipped about like a child in a candy store. Giggling was mixed into her singing random words, the words were more what popped into her head. It might appear she was being silly and not focus on the task at hand. However, she was really focus. It was addition to what she was doing. A fun time with the objects around her that sang with her while en route to the camp. While her silliness on the surface went on, she was digging deep into the force and allow it to flow out from her. It was madness flowing from her to create an aura for all to experience the madness she lived in.

“La La La” Dharma sang as she skipped long. She came up to the guards that stood outside of the gate.

“Halt.” The armed guards command with their blasters pointed at her.

“I know, but you are two are silly barrels.” Dharma said as she giggled. It because the guards were starting to see and hear the blasters replying to Dharma. “Well don’t go off when they drop you, kids.” Adding as fear were the faces the guards had, she was right too. They did drop their weapons as they feared their talking blasters. Then even more fear hit them with a mix of confusion as their clothes and everything around them were talking.

The two Pau’un that were now seeing Dharma’s reality were going crazy. It freaked them out and fled from their posts. The affects were going to wear out in time but it was enough time for her to continue her mission. Dharma moved on through the gate to enter the camp. Her aura did touch some around her and their panic did help her out. It was the start of a riot in madness.

For Dharma, it was time to talk to the buckets and one of the blasters that walked with her. “I’m not worry about the room. I have it to rig to go off soon.” She said to her new friends. Then adding a little more after the objects had their thoughts shared, “That is stupid. Why do a thing like that? I mean such actions are meant for home… people do silly things with passed out people. We all know that.”

Before the two buckets could remark, the blaster shot a person running at Dharma, she stopped right in her tracks and began to yell. “What the sam hill were you thinking, BB? That could be one of people who be coming to my tea party. I swear if you do it again I’ll make you into a puppy like one of those balloon animals.” The blaster apologized to her and the buckets. It even hopped over to say sorry to the person it shot. Dharma just rolled her eyes. “That was lame, BB… the deed is done, and now I’ll have to listen to that whine about being die and the future they won’t happen now.” She sighed, the dead were a pain and those that pass before their fated timed were bigger pains in the rear. “I swear… if this one follows us, I’m going to blow it up with you, BB.”

Whimpering, the blaster rubbed against Dharma’s leg like a sad dog looking for forgiveness. The next words were short and sweet from her, “Let’s keep looking.”

 

[Veret Jun]

@[member="Kara Avoyos"]

A smirk drew across his face as the Templar Knight began covering his onslaught. Using the force to guide his blasts into those Kara missed, she was protecting him, so it only seemed fair to protect her in return. He let off two rounds in quick succession, each striking a hostile in the center of his chest, dropping them instantly.

"We just dropping hostiles or do we actually have some sort of plan?" He yelled to Kara as he let off another series of blasts with identical results to the first set. He smirked to himself, he hadn't lost his touch, at least not yet.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

This was beginning to get on his nerves, every time he cracked a code another firewall popped up. For being rebels, these guys sure knew how to lock down their equipment. The communications, however, were almost hacked as a blaster bolt passed through the rock near Lucious's head and send bits of rock derbies flying downs his body.

Almost there...almost there.......GOT IT

The screen suddenly lit up with a series of options and the voices of the Combine soldiers broke through the speakers "Damn it, get somebody on the left side!"

"We don't have enough men to cover the left side!"

"I don't care if you need to rip yourself in half to get an extra body over there, just do it!"

Lucious grinned and looked to @[member="Josiah Denko"] "They are weak on the left side, if we press it we can get behind them!"

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Wiklea took the datapad from the Templar and studied it. The Diversity Alliance? That was an interesting turn of events, they had not been in existence for many years now and were known to be a violent group. Of course, that was all speculation from history. According to this data, the Diversity Alliance was just another Anti-Human protest group. Wiklea knew though, as well as Medon, that the Diversity Alliance were radicals who funded or committed acts of terrorism across the galaxy and would not stop with just the Confederacy.

"I will look into the matter, however, if this alliance is anything like their predecessors from before the darkness...it may be difficult to pin any criminal acts upon them."

 

[Darth Metus]

"Excellent work!"

Finally some news that the Templar could work with! Abandoning his forward charge, the Knight retreated back into the safety of the cover provided by the Confederate troops. He then, taking a moment to catch his breath, opened a line on his comm to the various Templars participating in the same ground battle alongside him. "Kara, Veret," he said, "the enemy is weak on their left side. Let's hit them there. Hard. Over." With that said, he gave a nod of gratitude to his comrade, Lucious, and dived into the frey once more, this time focusing his efforts on the weaker, left side. He found the concentration of rogues much less pronounced her and began making easy work of those who came up against him.

@[member="Kara Avoyos"], @[member="Veret Jun"], @Lucious Montross.

 

[Malok]

The skies were clearing, rapidly in fact, however there were still the Utapaun starfighters to take into account. While Genesis could sit there and take out as many anti-aircraft walkers as he possibly could, he did not exactly have the skill or means to take out any of the enemy starfighters that could possibly pepper the growing ground battle with bombs or strafe runs. As such, it became painfully apparent that the ground forces needed some close air support...and the clone knew exactly who to call for the job. She was a recent recruit, and one of the absolute best in the business: @[member="Sophia Walsh"].

He opened a line of communication directly to her, in addition to a salvage pilot by the name @[member="Coop"] who had proven to be a capable individual as well, and voiced his orders as quickly as possible. "Captain, Coop, listen close. I need you both to provide close air support, on the double! Take out any enemy fighters you see coming your way, and strafe the enemy at your leisure. Rostu, out."

With his orders given and the transmission ended, the Grand Marshal then commanded his troops forward. The heavens above may have been clearing, but they certainly weren't crystal clear yet. So onward they ran, blasters putting down any and all opposition along the way; heading towards the next anti-aircraft walker.

"Move, Move, Move!"