Invasion I'm On A Boat [OS-Republic Invasion of Manaan]

[Judas of Vahl]

I'm On A Boat​

One Sith v.s. The Galactic Republic​

Invasion of Manaan​

OOC Thread​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7yfISlGLNU​

(NSFW)​

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Today was the day of days in the career of this lifelong Sith. Being gifted the exalted position of the Fleet Lord wasn't just something to be taken lightly. For once in his life, he had nearly smiled in the presence of the Dark Lord. Emotion wasn't exactly something he was used to. His sovereign had given him a task without words at all. His Voices spoke for him and as a future Hand, he would curl his elements together into the form of a fist.

"My lord," came a hiss from behind, "We are nearly there. What are your commands?"

Donned from head to toe in his armor, the Dragon Lord replied. "I want the fleet to envelop them. Orbital drops, send all forces to Ahto City. If it must float, it must sink."

The Yuuzhan Vong warlord nodded.

"The other forces," Mordecai grinned, "Aquatic assault. To Hrakert Rift they shall be deployed. I want each and every morsel of kolto on this planet in Sith hands. If we cannot carry it all, we will leave nothing behind for the Republic."

"And civilians?"

Mordecai shrugged. "If they resist, break them."

It was a harsh reality to be a Selkath or any one of their fellow citizens residing on Manaan, but it was what must be done. The younger Zambrano watched with gleeful emerald eyes as the warlord presented a salute of some kind and departed to relay the orders across the entire fleet and invasion force. Many of them had already been detailed, but it felt good to issue them verbally.

The flashing, zipping lines of hyperspace soon came to an end as the Phobos exited it with a surging final lurch. Alongside it came a single Immortal and a pair of Dark Blade-class Dreadnoughts. Another Yuuzhan Vong carrier analog drifted parallel to the Phobos and scattered Razer-class frigates were set about their somewhat orderly formation. It was hard to keep battle lines straight in hyperspace, but it was a decent beginning.

The end would be better, however.

"Attack."​

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A single word uttered would end the lives of tens of thousands. Life and death's power had been given to him. And he loved every bit of it.

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One Sith Fleet Composition:

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Length Budget: 8000m, 7850m used

• Immortal (x1) - The Immortal
  Ten Fighter Squadrons (120 fighters, 12 fighters per sqd.)
• Four Bomber Squadrons (32 bombers, 8 bombers per sqd.)
• Twelve Gunships
• Twelve Dropships

[*]Dark Blade-class Dreadnoughts (x2) - Reignfall and Genjix

• No attack craft

[*]Skarr-Ro'ik Carrier Analogs (x2) - Phobos and Antimone

• Ten Fighter Squadrons, Coralskippers (120 fighters, 12 fighters per sqd. per vessel.)
• Twelve Gunships, Yorik-Vec (12 cruisers per vessel.) - Technically Assault Cruisers
• Twenty Four Droppods, Yorik-trema (24 droppods per vessel.)

[*]Razer-class Frigates (x5) - Wake, Tombstone, Arkania's Curse, Close Shave, and the Nekrosis

• One understrength Fighter Sqd (10 Fighters per sqd. per vessel)

[*]Shadow-class Recon Corvette (x1) - Peeping Tom

• No attack craft.

[*]Attack Craft Total:

• 410 - Fighters
• 36 - Bombers
• 36 - Gunships
• 60 - Dropships

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One Sith:

• @Mordecai Zambrano - OS Lead of Objective 3
• [member="Darth Arcanix"]
• [member="Alicia Drey"]
• [member="James Maar"]
• [member="Melakoth Tyrin"]
• [member="Sophia Walsh"]
• [member="Harley"]
• [member="Sophie Gustav"]
• [member="Darth Vornskr"]
• [member="Nick Gamastar"]
• [member="Skorn Draclau"]
• [member="Arkia Zinn"]
• [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"]
• [member="Matsu Xiangu"]
• [member="Reverance"] - OS Lead of Objective 1
• [member="Nulgath Zardai"]
• @Khallesh
• [member="Darth Vitium"]
• [member="Darth Helios"]
• [member="Invicta Zambrano"]
• [member="Darth Nephthys"]
• [member="Darth Praelior"] - OS Lead of Objective 2
• [member="Vaermina"]
• [member="Darth Tsolan"]
• [member="Yusan Fenn"]
• [member="Darth Vivaldi"]
• [member="Lisa Ticon"]
• [member="Selka Ventus"]
• [member="Darth Carach"]
• @Luminara Rikanti
• [member="Xilo Gale"]
• [member="Hion the Herglic"]
• [member="Viktor Romanov"]
• [member="Darth Layil"]

The Republic:

• [member="Kana Truden"]
• [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
• [member="VlPER"]
• [member="Spark Finn"]
• [member="Qun Vell"]
• [member="Whisps"]
• [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
• [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
• [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
• [member="Slate Estrada"]
• [member="Odeyseis"]
• [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]
• [member="Anarya Drast"]
• [member="Camellia Swift"]
• [member="Keanu Shan"]
• [member="Lira Dajenn"]
• [member="Qae Shena"]
• [member="Kian Karr"]
• [member="Varus Shatterstar"]
• [member="James Mathison"]
• [member="Corvus Raaf"]
• [member="J.Reaper"]
• [member="Vaudin Miir"]
• [member="Diego Ticon"]
• [member="Tracyn"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

Manaan​

Ahto City​

Ahto City was a bright location by design. It was brilliant and the way the sun reflected from the curves of the buildings acted as constellations against the modern architecture. The crowd was peace-starved with all the news of The Republic’s endeavours and losses — the victories were small, and those that occurred were important for the media. They were broadcast and blown up beyond measure, hoping to reach all Republic Citizens in an attempt to stir their spirits with propaganda. What would have been an impressive day naturally, was turned massive with all the attention. Such as today. Peppered throughout the city, covering different events, were news anchors of various stations. Grins were spread like butter across their mouths, their words set to an octave of excitement and positivity to reassure the viewers at home. All around the poised reporters the streets were bloated with enthusiasm, the footsteps of the natives light as they waved random streamers and other decorative doodads to emphasize their festive spirit. More than one marine creature have salutations to their mothers from over the shoulder of an unknowing news person.
Today was a conglomerated event hosted on Manaan, a day that fell between the restoration of the city after it’s destruction, and the finals of the Aqua Cup. Below the jolly streets of Ahto, raced sleek speeders at breakneck speeds, curving around the track like clockwork. The throngs of spectators were overjoyed at the controlled recklessness.
Those involved in the Restoration of Ahto City had been extended an invitation — and by personal request of the Selkath’s, the organizer of the initiative had been asked to speak in the middle of the day. Just a few words to rally the spirits.
Said organizer couldn't be found within the crowds, however. And she couldn't have been for the entire parade. Not because she didn't like to mingle and share in the festivities, but because she had an anniversary of her own to acknowledge-- which inspired much more enthusiasm from her celebratory bones.

An irrepressible smile had been stained on her lips since her arrival -- a combination of the infectious atmosphere and her pending company-- and it remained as she pulled into a side street en route to the podium. Unfortunately, this was the last ally before the swell of the crowds. The young woman’s transmission opened a direct channel to [member="Marcello Matteo"] "A whole year," she emphasized again. A year was a very long time by any standard -- but when someone was constantly risking their lives (as both blondes tended to do) -- a year was a very long time. Even if a majority of it had been spent, regretfully, at a distance. It was a remarkable feat for someone as standoffish and reserved as Grayson herself. Probably why she had been so excited about this particular day-- though she got marginally excited anytime she had a time slot for Matteo. For a moment, her snowy gaze dropped from the blue light to her chrono. Tick tock-- time waited for no woman. The transmission was one of many two-way communications, though this time it was just a message. “First anniversary I’ve ever celebrated — I’ll catch you soon, Soto.” The transmission closed, and she took a step back into the sea of sentients.

She was almost swallowed by the crowds when she re-emerged to the scene. It was strange. Behind the infectious excitement, the Kiffar couldn't help but feel the slightest indication that there was reason for concern. Maybe it's because they were surrounded by water and she was from a planet that rivalled the dryness of Tattooine. That wasn't it. No. And she certainly wasn't a nervous public speaker.

"Excuse me," the blonde announced her presence behind a short-haired reporter. She had an assigned spot to get to, and this girl was definitely in her way.

"Grandmaster Grayson! You're just on time. Oh what they say about Jedi is true, always appearing at the perfect moment. Tut tut Celeste, move and let the girl up. This is the speech maker, yes yes, the motion maker. " the female selkath's arms gestured wildly as she spoke, and the reporter obediently shuffled out of the way and exchanged places with Kiskla. "Get up here, girl. My my so good you could make it. Heavens I still shudder thinking of if the republic hadn't come to us with those supplies and healers! Only so much Kolto to go around."

"As you said, Jedi at the perfect moment." Plus the government and council at the time seemed to forget about what was left after the battles-- she'd seen a gap and turned it into an opportunity. Devastating though it had been, and still was. Lives had been crushed and lost.

The Selkath found this amusing and responded with a belly-built chuckle. "Alright, up there you go. Stand to the left until they call you up." as she spoke, she fretted about the Jedi's lithe build, picking at imaginary dust and flyaways. "Oh and," large flipper-like hands reached up to Kiskla's chest, which instantly made her tense. The Selkath seemed unbothered though, and proceeded to puncture Kiskla's clothing with a pin for the day. The first annual everlasting day pin. "Ok, good to go now. Right right."

"Thank you."

"No no dear, thank you." And then, like a proud mother she took a few steps back down from the back of the steps and became an onlooker to the proceedings.

It didn’t take long for those participating on the platform to cue the Grandmaster who had organized the original restoration of Ahto City.
“Good afternoon, Ahto City.” She started neutrally enough, gracing the circulating cameras as the microphone peaked loudly — adjusting to her accent. “It’s both an honour and a consolation to be standing here with you all, able to dedicate a day to your world’s ability to rebuild after an oppressive disaster. The regrowth of everything that your city is, and will continue to be is a true testament to the strength of Manaan and it’s citizens.”
She used to be a big talker, but her mind was truly elsewhere. As was her concentration, due to an irksome feeling tickling her spine. “You’re all an inspiration to The Republic in these trying times against The Sith government! Here’s to you and your continued growth!”

That feeling suddenly worsened, and as she stepped from her place on the podium and was replaced by the mayor -- and drowned by the uproarious clapping of the crowds, she cast her gaze skywards.

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[member="Kana Truden"] | [member="VlPER"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Whisps"] | [member="Nefertari Sovint"] | [member="Seraphina"] Shel’tah | [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | [member="Slate Estrada"] | [member="Qae Shena"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="James Mathison"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="J.Reaper"] | [member="Vaudin Miir"] | [member="Diego Ticon"] | [member="Tracyn"] | [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] | [member="Anarya Drast"] | [member="Camellia Swift"] | [member="Keanu Shan"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Maria Natalja"] | [member="Spencer Jacobs"] | [member="Reid Anaxoid"] | [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

[Spark Finn]

Location: Generators
Objective: Slice the system to protect the generators and the city and use technopath skillz
Allies: Jedi - Qun Vell
Foes: Sith and bullies who beat up nerds with glasses


The bony-shouldered blond nudged the glasses up the bridge of her freckled-nose. Gray-blue eyes stared at the lines of code going through her data-comm, plugged into the city's main systems. She and [member="Qun Vell"] were chosen to go on an educational trip to the water world.

She was supposed to be in class or studying at the archives but found herself more interested in how the city's systems operated.

Qun, her new friend and fellow padawan was also with her. Although he wasn't here for the lessons in data coding. He was probably trying to find more sources of juice boxes. Rumor had it the water world had a decent distillery. As her duty to her friend she, obviously, promised to hack into the distillery systems to get some more information for him.

"Qun, the proof on these drinks would knock your socks off. None of our teachers saw us sneak out, right?"

Word about the incoming sith fleet hadn't reached the room yet. But the city's alerts systems were about to go crazy on her datapad.

 

[Qun Vell]

Location: Generators
Objective: Get Some Fine and Yet to be Distilled Selkath Beer
Allies: Jedi - Slicey the Sparker
Foes: Prudish Jedi Teachers who don't approve of alcoholism, and later Sith Bullies who beat up little girls with glasses

Following [member="Spark Finn"] Qun walked around Ahto City, eager not to study the technological wizardy that kept an entire city afloat, but rather what sorts of new tastes the fishies had come up with in their lagers.

"I have doubts at any drink knocking my socks off." Qun said to Spark, with notably coherent speech and impeccable breath. He hadn't hit the drinks just yet, but as always he had a full flask just in case. "And if they will we need to find them." He said, accentuating all of the important parts. "Master Theavos was plenty occupied when we left, don't worry. Ain't nothing bad gonna happen. What trouble could find us on an ocean world like this?"

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Twilight Vixen (Under the guise of Blood Hound)
Objective: Kleptomania(steal Kolto) Objective 2
Allies: All sith
Foes: All pubs.

Tsolan's hands gripped the controls of his ship while his golden eyes looked out to the vast waters of Manaan. He remembered the day he'd received the crystals of his saber, after Faust had lost them to Flint Dexen. Sith or not, he hoped that one was doing well. Unlike other sith, he never did forget who he was before his name started with that title, 'darth.' But now, those crystals were gone, replaced by the ruby red that would be cutting through his enemies on this day. With that, he worse his modified Shadow fox armor, same as itw as as a jedi, simply changed with enough aesthetics so it wouldn't be recognized. "Bring her down Ace." Before long, the ship lowered past the atmosphere of the planet, the sith fleet providing him with the cover. he needed. A little lower and he took a deep breath, heading for his boarding ramp. "Keep her running." And with that... he dropped out.

 

[Keanu Shan]

Location: Surface (at the race track)
Objective: Have fun, later defend the fleet.
Allies: Republic Forces
Foes: One Sith
Keanu Shan was thoroughly enjoying himself. He had taken from Wraith Squadron on a temporary training assignment. His experience with being in a training environment, plus his superior training as an elite pilot, had made him the ideal candidate for training the joint Manann/Republic Garrison in the finer points of dogfighting. At first he had balked at the idea, he was having fun at Wraith (they got alot of seat time in with some of the best fighters in the galaxy); however after being there a few days he had found out about the races to be held during the festival. Now, since the Selkath all had leave for the planet wide festival he didnt have anything to do. Keanu had obtained shore leave for today so he could go watch the races. He wasan avid fan of racing and before he had joined the Republic had hoped to strike it big and dabble in racing as a hobby. Now he sat, enraptured paying attention to every detail of the race, analyzing each turn with bated breath. His com-link/pager sat in his pocket the notifier on vibrate. He looked on, oblivious to the wave of carnage that was even now preparing to be unleashed on these people.

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

Location: Ahto City - Generators
Objective: Cel-e-bra-tion time, come on!
Allies: The Galactic Republic | Whoever
Foes: Whoever decides that messing with the sexiest piece of tail in the 'verse is a good idea...

This was his second time on Metellos; the first had seen Ahto City rebuilding after a good portion had been sunk, and it was the very first thing he had done after leaving home, wandering, questioning his direction in life, and winding up becoming a Jedi. It had been a long road since then and so many things had changed. He was glad that in the midst of war there was still something good to celebrate. And of course, his mind wandered to [member="Avalore Eden"]. How could it not?

A smile cropped up on his face that only became wider when Grandmaster [member="Kiskla Grayson"] said a few words of of thanks and encouragement to the people of Manaan, but there was something else, a feeling of caution - he knew such gatherings had their vulnerabilities; his hand brushed absently against the hilt that hung off his belt as his mind went there, and he started furtively glancing around amongst the uproar of celebration and gathered beings a short distance away from the Hyper-Buoyancy Generator, the thing that kept this city afloat. If he were up to no good...

The orange-eyed felacatian shook his head, and moved to put a little space between himself and the crunch of people, his tail flicking a smidge perturbedly. This was what he hated about crowds.

 

[Reverance]

Location: The Right Hand
Objective: Objective 1 (sink the city)
Allies: One Sith, [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"], [member="Nick Gamastar"]
Foes: Pubs
Theme:

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srA31Jimc8k​

Break them. The sentiments rung full and hearty, the very notion vibrating across the fearsome Right Hand. Stars leaped and bounced against the view screen, snow flakes against the shield on a frigid Arkania night. The man at the helm, a cold calculating presence hellbent on pain and breaking and destruction, stared out from the depths of a low hanging cowl. He had waited long enough. Nothing was ever enough, it couldn't be. Not until the universe was burning, cinders blasted in the wind, would he be appeased. But today, he would find contentment in showing the republic that even a world of water could burn.

Recently removed from lowly station, he had been gifted with this vessel from the upper echelons of the One Sith. It was a magnanimous thing, an object of fearsome purpose, both in armament and appearance. But that wasn't his desire, he was one for the ground. This ship would see no battle today, a thing underutilized but of appropriate designation. As the white and black blur of stars began to slow the stretch, Manaan came into a sudden view as Gabriel looked upon the invading fleet, [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] effectively at the wheel.

"Should we engage?" The words rung out from the bees, ants moving through the hill in fervor and effort towards war, towards blood. The Sith Lord, mounted upon his throne of metal, shifted in his weight as he stood from the chair, casting a long and lingering gaze upon those at the dash. "No. Do not engage." No reasoning needed, he shifted his sanguine view to those who had decided to accompany him on his endeavor to strike hard against things recently rebuilt. While [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] and [member="Nick Gamastar"] would garnish a fleeting glance, his gaze would fix upon [member="Matsu Xiangu"], currently seated 'shotgun.' With a pause, he turned and stepped from the seated pedestal. "We will make way towards Ahto West Central. Those who seek battle and destruction, follow me."

With that, he was off down the hall, striding with a certain purpose. Beneath the armorweave robe, segmented armor of alloy and phrik resided beneath to cover shins, forearms, and torso. Two lightsabers rested against the small of his back, just beneath a Sith dagger. He hadn't decided whether he would take the lanvarok with him, but the dropship would have it either way, along with his shotgun, ammunition belt, and thermal detonators. Once everyone was in the drop ship, of which there were twelve in the vessel, the beast would eject the assailants in a blast of propulsion and energy. In this circumstance of surprise, it would hardly be a difficult thing to weave through the wide gaps in a loose net.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Ahto City Generators
Objective: Defend
Allies: Republic
Foes: One Sith


Patricia Susan Garter Republic field agent, it was a very long title for a job that paid so little. But alas beggars can not be choosers, the hungover field agent was sitting underneath a hovering metallic platform that lead up to where the generators were kept in the city. The had not been here in years, a year, months, days, hours, it's a fluid timeline so no one really has an exact date. But however long it had been Patricia had not been here since the last invasion of the Sith Empire where she was blown through a window and had to have several surgeries to fix a lot of internal bleeding. But that was the past and it was best left back there, she was a new woman now and was certain that this was going to be a bright and cheerful day. That is if she was awake for it

Snoring loudly in the shade the woman's blonde head lay limp as spit dribbled down from her lip and onto her silky red dress. She had been at a wicked party in Red Raven space where she made out with some pirate or something? He was cute, that's all that mattered. But the woman kept sleeping the day away dreaming of better times. They had this festival or yearly bench mark thing going on and Patricia had been assigned to watch over it with other republic field agents. The whole thing was going smoothly and she was way too hung over to even bother like something was going to happen.

Were the sith just going to pop out of nowhere and start invading the one time she comes back to Manaan? Ha fat chance of that happening. But a sound like thunder rang out and boomed overhead. The agent shuttered a bit and coughed wiping spit from her chin. "Ugh, god damn weather. I'm trying to get some mother karking sleep." Patricia stood up and grabbed her slug throwing rifle by her side. She wore a denim jacket above her silk red dress that held the leather holsters to two slug throwing KD-20 pistols. Fixing her sunglasses she heard another boom and sighed in frustration. "Seriously what the crap people!?" Walking out from under the shade she looked up to see something that made her a little more than angry. It was the sith

"SON OF A B@&$0!!!!"

 

[300]

Location: The Right Hand
Objective: Sink It All
Allies: OS @Reverence
Foes: Reps

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] @Reverance

Upon The Right Hand, there sat a man in all black, robes so tattered he looked more like a poor man. Let this be over quickly. He held his saber in his hands, twirling them around..this was not his saber, this was not his weapon. He turned it on, and the red beam shot forward, crackling with hatred, and anger. His face covered by a pure black silk mask, the only indication there was eyes was the red glow behind the mask. He turned the blade off. Soon..soon I can leave this.
His body felt tense, and he knew why, this was not what he wanted, but he had to change his state of mind. He closed his eyes, and let the force swell inside.
Click.
The persona of Darth Inferno was now all that was here.
Let the darkness engulf me, and fuel me. Let them cry for mercy.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Location: Sith Cruiser
Objective: Kolto Center
Allies: [member="Luminara Rikanati"] [member="Viktor Romanov"] [member="Darth Layil"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Xilo Gale"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Vaermina"] [member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Yusan Fenn"] [member="Darth Vivaldi"] [member="Lisa Ticon"] [member="Selka Ventus"] [member="Darth Carach"]
Foes: Republic/Jedi
Music: Sith Battle Music


Balaya stood on the bridge of the cruiser and moved quickly going towards the drop ships as she spoke looking down. "Elara ensure the surprise is handled and go after the generators at the cities center." The small girl was standing there in her armor and mask before bowing her head and moving off into the hanger bay. Her ships was larger, needed the way cleared while One Sith Battlelords loaded into the ship. Walking with Massassi fighters, Elara's Graug bodyguards and soldiers. She was in charge of unleashing the leviathan upon the generators and republic in the streets. The Sith Warlords equipment being loaded in the box while she began to change.

The dropship with her servants presenting the pieces of Lady Praeliors Armor, the pontite crystal pulsing with the force as it rested with the Dark'chyld saber making her hand vibrate with force energy. Her Hydrastaff slithering along the length of her arm as she clicked into place a Wrist mounted Shatter Pistol with a quick snap. The five heads hissed before settling into place with the grooves of her armor around the transparent crystasteel that pulsed with the darkside. The alchemically hardened armor covering all of her body except the face and head of the thirteen foot tall sith. Her ankle sheath was secured with the smaller knife sized AEL/Mohc Extractives 'Dauntless' Combat Blade sliding in.

She remained there for several more moments getting the rest of her equipment, the thigh holsters taking her Holdout Hand Cannon and Heretic's End. The one servant who had joined her within sector five brought the small Alchemists Blade putting it into a sheath on the other boot. Her Bodo Baas Gunbeltsecuring while it was filled with more ammo and equipment attached to the utility belt. Her Warden Cloak going over her shoulders as she held the SRR-01 rifle in her hands putting it into place. Her lightwhips, sabers, greatsaber and shoto blade set into place along with her gleaming turadium claw as the metal tapped on the ship as she spoke into the comlink.

"This is Balaya to all sith in team two, we are heading down to the planet and are to take the kolto, I want the docking bays secured first and foremost as we move to the distribution center near them. The Republic's station was setup to siphon from the selkath, we will take the station eventually but first is the selkaths system. Take that and aquatic team, Darth Orcus I am sending seatroopers with you to seal that station. I want the ones down there to stay there. While we handle the real enjoyable part. You have been given your team assignments, you have your duties and orders. Adapt to what they send against you, and rip their hearts from their chests."

She looked on as the ships prepared to deploy and others were loading up with Unseelie that were being crammed into with as many as could be put, the graug forces were snarling as they looked at blackblades. One of her battlelords were standing there with a case containing a Golden Ropo as she had given additonal cases to boarding parties under the command of [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] to use on the enemy ships. The Vong soldiers walking with her were bringing in Vangaak and Dora-Mu. They were to join Orcus under the water and isolate the station. There were several cages of Voxxyn to use as she laughed letting Elara have her pet with the amulet.

"Continue towards the planet and ensure the beasts are used to take the docks. Any sub bays will be covered or sealed and deliver the ropo to the Republic forces on the planet. Let them play with the starweirds." She laughed more as additional creatures were being loaded up with a Battle hydra for later that would sleep on the ship. She looked at the vong soldiers with them and spoke. "You will go and take the squads of Vonduun Skerr Aquus soldiers down to the rift, isolate the station and infiltrate the distribution center from the sub bays. You Vonduun Skerr Draxus will drop and be the first wave in to send them running." The vong grunted in agreement and the assault started.

Balaya started speaking as the holodisplay of Ahto city came up. "Now to review we will be deploying and inserting here, in the docking bays. We're going to move and clear the path towards the Silk facility and distribution center the selkath use to bring kolto to the surface. While we work, the aquatic units will move under the water and take the rift, isolating the sub bay from the main base and cutting this pathway. With the base unable to leave we will take it at our leisure while we secure the sub bays and distribution center. Kill anything that resists there are plans for the dead, destroy anything that is in the way as the end goal is to sink the city and anyone who captures the progenitor will be rewarded."

The game was set and right now as the one beast master looked she had all the pieces setup for them. THe rift station was important but not as much as the main selkath stations. The city was going to be under assault and she was bringing the monsters to make it a real treat before she was moving now off to her dropships bridge with the city in view. "Elara do what must be done to ensure lord [member="Reverance"] succeeds, do not hesitate and show no mercy."

 

[RC 212]

Location: Above the water, near the Kolto storage building
Objective: Infiltrate sub bays, move into Kolto Facility.
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Viktor Romanov"], [member="Darth Layil"]
Foes: All pubs.

Lisa felt the winds hit the side of her Yorik-trema. with a vengeance. Inside the strange Vong half creature half ship she stood eyes closed in deep meditation. As the craft plunged down through the atmosphere towards the waters below she could feel the currents of the light-side strong and vibrant.

She kept her focus hardy and resolute, drawing upon her memories of dark times past. The memory of her parents funeral when she was five, the memory of Kezeroth shocking her senseless with sith lightning. She recalled every kill she had ever made, seeing their eyes stare back into her soul fro the abyss.

"Commander, we are seconds out!" A vong rasped in her ear.

Lisa growled in anticipation as the darkside steeled her, running through her veins like fire and up her spine like lightning. Her frame became lighter and more lithe. Her breaths came easier and her eyes began to darken with a purplish hue.

Lisa glanced back into the rear section where the ten Yuuzhan Vong soldiers stood, clad in Vonduun Skerr Aquatus. A strange mixture of living armor that concealed their frames and allowed underwater operations.

"Are you ready warriors, carnage awaits!"

"For the One Sith!" They roared in unison, their terrible steely voices echoing around the cabin.

"Five seconds commander!" The pilot rasped.

"Open the ramp."

Lisa slid her helmet on and sealed her Vong Skerr Aquatis. The thing began to bond together, the parts growing with one another in a symbiotic union. The ramp opened with a terrible squishy grating sound and the waves crashed and roiled below.

"Follow me!"

Lisa stepped off the ramp, locking both legs together and crossing her arms. Above the water the ten Vong warriors followed, bluish black silhouettes disappearing into the waves below....

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

DEPLOY POST #1
Location: Sith Cruiser
Objective: Generators
Allies: [member="Reverance"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"] [member="Nick Gamastar"] [member="Darth Helios"] [member="Skorn Draclau"] [member="Arkia Zinn"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Invicta Zambrano"] @Khallesh
Foes: Republic/Jedi

Elara looked at her master as she was given the order and her ship, they were headed towards the city center and she smirked standing in her suit of The Oracle's Armor and held the two weapons she would need. The gleaming Faithful's Blade and Menace Sonic Blaster Rifle in her hands. The gleaming of the Control Amulet on her chest while she put a full face rebreather on to cover her and seal the suit. Elara was standing there as she grinned to herself under the mask and started with the graug and battle lord soldiers. "Lord [member="Reverance"], this is Elara the first apprentice of Sector Fives voice. I am heading to the planet with graug, a battle lord and more soldiers. We have a surprise to accelerate your destruction of the city and my master wants you to have the gift of our sithspawn."

 

[Kyla Foy]

Location: The Right Hand
Objective: Objective 1 (sink the city)
Allies: One Sith, [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"], [member="Reverance"]
Foes: Pubs

Nick Gamastar was currently within the fleet called The Right Hand. They went passed countless of stars while being a source of darkness hovering through space over towards the location where the planet was located. He could feel the battle experience, the ship had gotten. Countless of lives crushed by the fact that their opponents efforts were insignificant. They were carried to their deaths. It would've been another invasion once again for the One Sith where the cling of the so called 'heroes' with their world would be doomed. They will see what the power of the Sith truly was.

The research that he had done before hand was about the planet, the planet of water will fall, 'We will be the destroyer, we will make the world of sea burn. The sea will swallow their smoldering remains. We, the Sith will tear the world apart.' The research was not only about the planet, also about the creatures living within the waters. He had need of a suitable creatures to take with him for his alchemy experiments.

He was sitting on the ground and meditating. He was seventeen years of age and this quickly, he gotten a new invasion to make a name for himself. The instructions were given for before at the academy on what the acolyte had to do within the mission, he was placed within the squad of Sith Lord Reverance, Sith Lord Matsu Xiangu and another acolyte called Logan.

His eyes were closed and he had never been as determined to do something as today. "I will be a Sith Knight..." He had told himself over and over again crushing it into his very own skull. He was never more focused onto the dark side of the force. He was incarnate as an entire new person. The hour of twilight had fallen, he will no longer be held back. His eyes after that had open and his eyes were colored red. "Chantique, nobody will ever take you away from me...You are my apprentice...If I have to lose myself to keep an apprentice like you, I will do that.", He thought his own feelings driving high for his own apprentice, which he had taken in while being only at the rank of Acolyte.

He stood up from the ground and crossed his arms. His eyes were looking down into space, into the stars from far away. He did not get into a conversation, he remained focused on the task at hand. The way the acolyte stood there might have also given the student of his master [member="Darth Praelior"] Elara quite a stunning feeling as he had never been like this before.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Dark Blade-class Dreadnought
Objective: Engage the Republic fleet garrison, protect the Immortal
Allies: Fellow Sith fleet commanders, [member="Mordecai Zambrano"]
Enemies: Anyone under the Republic banner

Taeli Rae, known as Darth Arcanix amongst the Sith, stood on the bridge of the Dark Blade Dreadnought that was her right as a Sith Knight to command at the discretion of Lord Mordecai Zambrano. The hustle and bustle of the bridge crew as the Sith fleet dropped out of hyperspace over Manaan was music to her ears, the anticipation and excitement of the entire ship was humming at the idea that they were finally striking once again at the hated Republic.

Clad in a black corseted dress made of armorweave, and a black hooded cape that was draped across her shoulders, she struck the elegant Sith look nicely she thought. Her hand-guarded lightsaber hung on a silver belt, small armor plates were on the edge of her dress and along the sleeves. The water world that appeared in the bridge viewport seemed peaceful. It was time to change that.

"Commander, beat to quarters," she ordered. "I want everyone at battle stations, the turbolasers and shields at peak condition."

"Yes, Lady Arcanix," the commander of the ship said, snapping a salute and moving to relay her orders.

Turning to her apprentice, [member="Sophie Gustav"], Taeli said, "How do you feel about fighting against your former allies?"

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Location: Dark Blade-class Dreadnought
Objective: Engage the Republic fleet garrison, protect the Immortal
Allies: Fellow Sith fleet commanders, Mordecai Zambrano
Enemies: Anyone under the Republic banner

This had been the first real taste of battle Sophie had ever experienced in a war. Standing at the helm of a grand space battle about to take place felt like being in the middle of a war story you'd hear from a relative who served with the forces, as her grandmother would often tell her. Odd to be standing on the opposite end of that story as Sophie, a jedi padawan turned Sith acolyte, now had to face against those once called allies. At least it was a matter of s ship-to-ship battle. Sophie wasn't ready for any of the order to know that she still lived after her apparent death on Ossus. She stood in her usual blue dress with her blood emprowering amulet under her corest, a robe tied around her neck while the hood was down and a temporary lightsaber provided by her master before the intial attack.

When asked Sophie only looked out to the apporching forces and said "Like I should've done this a long time ago."

[member="Darth Arcanix"]

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Ahto City
Objective: Kolto Rift
Allies: @Republic, @Jedi, [member="Varus Shatterstar"], [member="James Mathison"] [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Foes: @Sith

Kian closed his eyes and felt the cool ocean breeze on his face. He was standing on one of the observation decks looking out over the still waters of Manaan. Somewhere among the crowd [member="Varus Shatterstar"] and [member="James Mathison"], two of his apprentices, were out enjoying the festivities. Kian had never been to Manaan, though he knew of the horrors that had been wrought to it in the war. He was glad to be here now, to be among the celebrating Selkath.

He had known a Selkath Jedi once.....but his name escaped Kian now. As he considered this, the end of [member="Kiskla Grayson"]'s speech was being played on a large screen not far away from him. He was on the outskirts further away from where the Grandmaster was. Kian suddenly began to feel uneasy....there was something not right...something off. Focusing in on the thought, he began to realize what it was.

Fear.

There was suddenly an increasing sense of fear eminanting from the population, or at least portions of it. Kian bought out his datapad and ran a few codes through it. It didn't take him long to tap into the communications in the area. If you could see his face beneath the mask, it would be evident that Kian was suddenly very, very surprised. There were reports of ships massing in the space above Manaan.

The One Sith had come to Manaan.

**Static***....reports of...**static** ....defend rift station....**static** Was all Kian could make out as the message came in and out. It only made sense that the signal would be jammed in the event of an attack. Pulling his com-link from his belt, Kian turned and took off down the corridor toward the nearest submersible. Confused Selkath leapt way, clearly unaware of what was going on above them. They would be all to aware soon enough.

"Varus, James!" Kian shouted into the comm, "The city is under attack. We need to rendezvous at the underwater Kolto facility. I repeat, rendezvous at the Kolto facility!" Kian said and moving even faster. Kian wasn't sure what he would find beneath the waves, but into the water he would go.

"Take me down, now!" Kian said to one of the Selkath soldiers, and the look on the man's face told Kian that he knew of the attack already. "I'll have two others coming, make sure they make it down." Kian said to the other soldier as he settled into the submersible. With a deep breath, Kian watched as the water closed in around them.

 

[Hailyn]

Location: The Right Hand
Objective: Sink Ahto City
Allies: [member="Reverance"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Darth Helios"], One Sith
Foes: The Republic
Theme: Frontline by Pillar

Spoiler

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Ah, the sweet perfume of anxiety, of fear, she could feel it - smell it - waft up from the unsuspecting acolytes, knights, and Vong that stood at the ready for their planned assault. It was no fear directed towards one singular entity, it was not tangible in such a way, but rather shaped their uncertainty of what lay ahead - their fear of the unknown. Standing as close to the viewport of the Right Hand as she could find stood the Sith Lord known as Darth Vitium, the Sith Lord named for the vices that all things carried with them. As the sight of Manaan and the fleet on either side of the war came into view, Silara's hands both moved up to her face, pressing her palms against her chin, and a cruel smirk formed at the corners of her lips while she let out a quiet, but noticeable, giggle unbecoming of a woman of her apparent grace. Turning her head back as [member="Reverance"] spoke, she looked upon him with curiosity - partially sizing him up and wondering how he would fair in comparison to her late master as a new Hand of the Dark Lord - and allowed her smirk to spread into a harsh smile once he gave his command. 'Now, now, don't get too excited, we all know how out of hand you can get with this mask on.' Spoke the voice in her head, one which had evidently been with her for some time now, several months or more at the least. 'Oh please, save me the cautions, we all know how good that got you in the end. Once we land it'll be a completely different story altogether.' She retorted mentally, visibly rolling her eyes as she lowered her head a bit, her feet pivoting her body to face the Hand of the One Sith.

Taking long strides, toe to heel, she made her way across the large viewing platform that sat at the helm of the ship with ambition on her mind. 'Whatever happens here needs to be big on my part, anyways. Ever since we got rid of that traitor, Junra, the Dark Lord has been looking for a suitable replacement. I'm not going to let some upstart or sycophant take a position at His side.' Silara continued, internally, analyzing the collective few that had stood up as the Hand had to join them on their trip down, though she was well aware that the remaining few would depart after they at some point - lest they were cowards - and kept a careful eye on the acolytes and knights that tagged along. Some would call it paranoia, but she was far more concerned with their true motives - whether they sought simply to exist as a tool, to serve no purpose but to be wielded as a bat, or held ambitions similar to her own. Her smile faded, her attention turning to [member="Reverance"]. There were two primary choices she could make in this invasion - either she sat in the background and focused on battle meditation to increase the morale of her allies and crush the hope of the enemy, or she came in on the front lines. Her right hand moved to rest on the base of her lightsaber hilt. Front lines it was. 'Always seeking to impress some man killed by his own apprentice before their time for parting came. Powerful, I am sure, but this order of his.. it is a pretender's role. For the true potential of the Sith to be realized there must be a return to the Order of the Sith Lords, and you know that. Why you wish to achieve a place as his 'Voice' I will never know.' Replied the voice, quite disappointed with her continued response for the moment. 'There is no better way to power than to learn, surely you of all people know that.' Silara whispered in the depths of her consciousness dryly. Stepping into the drop ship, making sure to make her way to an appropriate position to be seated and strapped in for rapid descent and atmospheric re-entry, she took another moment to briefly look over her companions.

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[Slate Estrada]

Location: Munaan - Ahto City
Objective: Defend the city from any attackers (Objective 2)
Allies: The Republic
Foes: One Sith

Slate should've been relaxing and enjoying himself, but instead fear and panic obstructed any chance he would get at a break. Crowds of men and women who were previously partying at the festival were now running away from the city centre, retuning to their homes and beginning disappear. Even with the overwhelming force of the petrified citizens rushing towards him Slate managed to hold his ground as he gathered what the current situation was.

His first priority was to help with evacuation of these innocent people, however first he would need to know what was going on. As a young man ran by, Slate grabbed his collard and pulled him towards him. "You mind telling me what the hell is happening?" He barked to the man who only replied with a look of pure fear. Finall, the man replied, stuttering as he did so "Hey man, let go! I don't know what's happening! Just look up!" Even with Slate's firm grasp, the resident struggled free and restarted his sprint to the far side of the city centre.

As the man had recommended, Slate looked up. What he saw filled his body with a blend of fear and hate. Swarms of ships were entering the atmosphere and heading towards the city. "We're under attack..." Were the only words he could spit out. Slate realised he would have to find some local enforcers and hopefully get connected with some allies through a comm link.

 

[Keanu Shan]

Location: Surface Ahto City
Objective: Get to my fighter
Allies: Republic
Foes: One Sith

Keanu pulled out his buzzing com in annoyance. What was it now, they had to spoil his day just to....NO WAY!!! His com was on alert level Red, that could mean only one thing, Invasion! Lifting his com he contacted the fleet. "Im on my way whats going on?" he asked. "get up here RIGHT NOW!!! weve got a whole Sith invasion on our hands!!". Keanu jumped to his feet. An invasion here? He sprinted towards the exit to the racing area. Roughly pushing people aside. He put all other thoughts aside they would only distract. job #1 was to get to his ship at the docking bay....he ran harder.