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

[Spark Finn]

Location: Generators - Objective 1
Objective: Slice the system to protect the generators and the city and use technopath skillz
Allies: Jedi - [member="Qun Vell"]
Foes: Sith and bullies who beat up nerds with glasses


"I'm glad you feel comfortable here. Swimming isn't my thing. I really thought about renting some floaties, you know, just in ca-." She frowned as alarms blared around the city. An uneasy feeling like she ate one packet too many of red-razzles settled at the pit of her stomach.

"Qun," small-hand went to tug the edge of her friend's shirt as they crossed over a threshold of double blast doors. A door at the end of the hall lead to the generators. Emergency alerts streamed on her datapad.

Gulp.

"I don't think Master Shule taught us enough about what to do in an invasion."





[member="Meeristali Peradun"] (assuming you'll be around the generators too)

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Location:
Objective: 2 (Kolto)
Allies: [member="Darth Praelior"] and company - [member="Lisa Ticon"], [member="Darth Carach"], etc.
Foes: Republics - [member="Kian Karr"] etc.

The kolto facility had a big old 'Silk Holdings' sign above the door. As the galaxy's only kolto and kolcta distributor, the massive interstellar corporation had a vested interest in what happened here -- the degree of damage, the public relations angle, the ease with which the kolto industry could be reactivated once the Sith took over Manaan. Silk Holdings was not, by and large, especially friendly to the Sith, at least not historically, but it tended to do business with just about everyone, and the board of directors would likely feel little compunction about sticking around Manaan afterward. Especially not since the Republic sank half of Ahto City last time around.

Putting a Silk employee and AgriCorps washout named Selka Ventus in a temporary coma. And Selka Ventus had gone on to become interim CEO, then merely a member of the board of directors.

Selka Ventus, unbeknownst to just about everyone, was at least partially the Whiphid war criminal and Sith Master known as Velok. Secretly, too, a Sith Knight in her own right -- frail, unskilled with a lightsabre, but compelled to use a taozin nodule to conceal her darkness and her strength in Force Drain.

Selka Ventus happened to be on a tour of the kolto facilities when the attack erupted. As a former Jedi, and heir, in a sense, to Jorus Merrill, she could be expected to act in certain ways. Some of that involved evacuation, and Silk Holdings had gotten very good at evacuation. Massive amounts of kolto, computer equipment, and Selkath and offworlder employees began to shift into transports. It was a long and painstaking process, one which Selka participated in only passively. This sort of thing was best left to the experts.

And if, here and there, a door was left unlocked...well, Sith were terrifying to any rational mind. Mistakes were made.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

[SIZE=14pt]Location: The Right Hand[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Objective: Objective One (Sink The City)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Allies: One Sith[/SIZE][SIZE=14pt], [member="Reverance"], [member="Logan of Little Coruscant"], [member="Nick Gamastar"], [member="Darth Vitium"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Foes: Republic[/SIZE]


Most days she can’t break past the mental defenses around his mind and this one is no different…but she doesn’t need to in order to hear the whispers now, her eyes closed on the drawn-out starlines in favor of reeling in what escapes. ([SIZE=12pt]Crush, cataclysm, earth-shatter, bone-break, the silence when the sea swallowed the city. Violence with an uncharacteristically neat end, despite the means to get there.[/SIZE]) But she knows him well, and branches her mind to the others gathered within the ship, getting a feel for their signature to better separate them in the heat of battle – not an intrusion, simply a tasting.

She brushed over Logan briefly, crawling over his mind and learning him before moving on to the younger acolyte apparently focusing himself – his thoughts were so loud she didn’t even have to try. After she pushed through each she came to another Lord, garnered a sense of…multiple, raising her eyebrows in curiosity and marking it for later.

She finished just as she heard his voice, opening her eyes to meet his before he turned and commanded. The ghost of a smirk flit across her lips as she stood, her lightsaber clipped at her hip over light armor that would protect her from blasters and not much else. She’d always preferred lightweight suits over anything else, her diminutive size lending her speed she was loathe to give up by weighing herself down. Besides her lightsaber, she’d sheathed two long-blade Mohc-knives and an armor-piercer (that she’d won in a card game, no less) at her other hip. Otherwise, she brought the Force.

Striding down the hallway alongside Gabriel, she suppressed the urge to comment on his apprentice’s pretty rad beard as they all sat, instead concentrating on the increasing excitement, bloodlust, surety from all sitting around her.

 

[awesomeguy]

Location: Ahto City
Objective: Relax
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Foes: The One Sith

Ahto city truly was a marvelous place. The vast ocean was nothing like Reid had ever seen before. He thought about how beautiful it must be in the sunset. Reid looked at all the Selkath around him celebrating. He had been greeted several times by complete strangers. Perhaps the city was like this all time. But Reid knew better. In fact. he was only on Manaan in an attempt to calm himself. It was working. He had not been in this light of a mood since before Coruscant was invaded. His home world and the place he had spent his entire childhood. To know it was now controlled by the Sith made his skin crawl. Reid sighed. There was nothing he could do about it now. He sometimes wished he could slaughter all of the sith single handedly. Some would say thoughts like this lead to the dark side but Reid didn't care.

Suddenly a cold feeling went over him. Something he hadn't felt since Coruscant. "The sith," He muttered out loud, "They're here."

And then, all hell broke loose.

 

[Qun Vell]

Location: Generators - Objective 1
Objective: Aid in Defense
Allies: Jedi- [member="Spark Finn"]
Foes: Sith bullies who beat up nerds with glasses

Qun listened to the girl as she confessed her lack of care of the water, and put out a small smile. Besalisks didn't have to worry about such things, hailing from an ocean world called Ojom. Qun could swim rather well, but found that alcohol and swimming never mixed, so he often didn't. His smile quickly faded however as alarms shrieked across the feeling. He began looking around, trying to spot possible entryways and blockades to be made, before his thoughts were disturbed by a soft tug on his shirt.

Spark was worried, it was obvious from her tone and body language. Qun tapped the double-bladed lightsabers on either side of his belt.

"I have an idea of what I'm gonna do." He said with a smile and confidence that intended to comfort her. "Now you said you could slice us into the brewery right? Just how good of a slicer are you? Could you get some blast doors up? Some surveillance going? Control some turrets? Something like that? We're gonna need to keep those generators running, and if the Sith are smart they'll be coming right for them."

 

[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: [member="Kian Karr"] All Pubs

The water was dark and cold. Through the slits in her helmet Lisa could see farther than the average individual however. She swam aided by the force with a zeal and frenzy going down, down, down. The vong swam with her, their amphistaffs and claws at the ready. They were beautiful creatures, living breathing and evolving organisms. They had a bind with the Aquatic armor Lisa could not achieve.

Their passage was marked only by bubbles of carnon dioxide streaming away as the began to see the ocean floor. The sub station could not be far off. It was at this moment within the dark woman another force signature began to stir. The jedi had seemed already to awake to their plot. She could feel the chaos and mixture of panic echoing through the force.

As the armor wriggled and fed from the algae that floated in the black waters, so too did Lisa, sucking the emotional turmoil deep into her core, awakening the beast.

"I can see the floor commander, warriors deploy in delta formation."

Lisa hit the soft silky floor of the sea with a thud barley perceptible and cracked an evil grin. According to her directions they were close to the target.

"Spread out, keep your eyes open for resistance."

They trudged through the muck and mire in a loose triangular formation, kicking up swaths of grit and swirling sea mud as they marched onwards.

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Freeeee fallin!(Ahto City)
Objective: Put on a show(Objective 2)
Allies: Sith Buddies
Foes: Jedi poodoo
Vulpesen grinned as he slammed into the ground of Ahto City, having used the force to create a large crater around him. He may have loved sneaking around, but Tsolan always did know how to make an entrance. They wanted to find the sith? Sure, why not? Lifting his head, he let out one of his force howls, the sound amplified by a zorren voice to echo though out the city. The message was simple. COME AND TAKE ME!

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

Location: Ahto City - Generator
Objective: Protect the Hyper-Buoyancy Generator from Incoming Forces
Allies: The Galactic Republic | The Jedi Order | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Qun Vell"]
Foes: The One Sith | Whoever

He'd been about to the edge of the crowd when the it moved through the Force that there was something here, and that something was Sith. Queue one for his gut, for it was rarely wrong, and he wriggled free of the gathered as they started to feel the unease and busted ass towards the generator where he had seen a blonde he didn't recognize and a besalisk that he did and booted it to catch up. He knew there were others from the Order here, as he'd traveled with them to get here, sliding into the company of the two padawans just as they crossed the threshold and the besalisk began to make suggestions.

"Hey... hey," he glanced from Qun, giving him a nod, to Spark, "Should've known. Things like this are ripe, begging for trouble. Where is everybody?"

He looked at Qun again, and his tail flicked sharply, though not because of her. No, far from that.

"Good ideas, all of them," and then to Spark, "You think you can do that?"

 

[Long Gone]

Location: Western Walls of Ahto City
Objective: Go where I am needed.
Allies: Republic | [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
Foes: Sith

‘They are here…’ A soft voice whispered in the depths of her mind.

‘I know, I felt them.’ She replied back with a sigh.​

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‘Are you going to do something about it?’ The voice replied.

‘What choice do I have? Jump into the ocean and swim away?’ She mused.​

‘I suppose that wouldn’t be the wisest of ideas – however, you have done some stupid things like your father…’ The voice of Lyn-Char Beorht chuckled softly in her mind.

‘Indeed, I have...' She sighed softly.​

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[SIZE=9pt]“But fortunately for myself, I have a better understanding of who I am[/SIZE]…”[SIZE=12pt] [/SIZE]She turned to look at the bluish haze of Lyn-Char Beorht with violet eyes that showed a fierce determination. [SIZE=9pt]“I also will try to avoid a five on one fight…”[/SIZE] She turned back to the open sea and the storm that was brewing on the horizon. She could feel the encroaching darkness as it swept over the oceans towards Ahto City. It would send a chill down her spine that caused her to grit teeth and make her shift in her position. It wasn't out of fear but maybe a certain type of desire to [SIZE=12.222222328186px]deliver[/SIZE] retribution to the One Sith for all the things they had done to her. It was going to be a long day. Her hands would extend behind her and her fingers would interlace in the fabric of her bodysuit, the shimmersilk stretching briefly as she brought it up and over her softened locks of brown hair.


Fingers would tuck away loose strands as she secured the mask across her face, locking and sealing the rebreather tight against the silk fabric and cortosis. She dropped the multi-functional H.U.D googles down over her eyes and with a soft depress, she locked them into place and activated them. Various readouts and communications links began scrolling across her right eye as well as local weather and information that was relevant to combat operations.


A duplicate of her suit would appear in her right eye and go small and turn the shade of green, indicating the suit’s current status and that there were no weak points or areas of penetration detected. As the HUD continued through the diagnostics, Aaralyn reached down to retrieve her sabers hilts from the ground where she was sitting on the top of the wall, quietly and quickly securing them to her chest plate. Her right hand would reach out to grasp the hilt of Noctem Erinys and reach behind her with minimal effort and secure it in its sheath that was integrated into the armor itself.


“Fancy armor there Rekali, one might think you were prepared for such a thing…” Lyn-Char spoke to her as she walked to the edge where the ladder was.

‘Unfortunately, I always have to be prepared now.’ She thought to herself and gazed back over her shoulder at him.​

“There is no rest for the wicked…” She mused and watched as the various dropships of the Sith flew in overhead, the sound of explosions and chaos erupted from within the city. The wailing of raid sirens erupted from around her and the ghostly visage of Lyn-Char would fade away, leaving her there for a moment. She brought her right foot up and propped it up against the ladder’s edge. “So it begins…”

 

[Alice Stjolkk]

Location: Ahto city- courtyard
Objective: Prevent the giant boat from sinking
Allies: Republic
Foes: The One Sith

Whisps was gazing out at the ocean at the edge of Ahto's courtyards. He remembered travelling there once before however that was a long time ago. He then heard alarms go off, they were under attack. Unsure of what to do he moved swiftly to the generators, seeing people there he moved to the west courtyard, Whisps waited for the invaders, he himself couldn't fight them but he could scout for those who could.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: The Right Hand
Objective 1: Sink the City
Allies: One Sith
Foes: Republic

The young Zabrak sat relaxed in his Cybernetic combat armor it held him together in short and made him strong. This was no the first time he had been to battle and would not be the last. Nulgath had previously been in several dominations against other planets and used much of what he learned as a combative slave to fight his foes. Looking around with his bright green eyes he examined ecamined his allies [member="Darth Vitium"], [member="Nick Gamastar"], [member="Darth Inferno"], [member="Reverance"] the Lord of Pain and the Others Around that he did not know very well to name specifically. The others radiated Darkside energy strongly and did not smile much, Nulgath stood up and smiled to break the tension. Though he himself was stressed about his partner [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] leaving he still held a smile and his expression and energy held something pure. He was different from the rest of the Darksiders in the Right Hand and he was proud of it.

Walking over to the others he bowed to everyone but said nothing, They was no need to before the battle.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

Location: Space over Manaan
Objective: 3 Defend Space
Allies: Republic
Foes: [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] + One Sith

Spoiler

Initial Republic Fleet – 1510 metres

1 x Redoubt Classhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/34456-redoubt-class-assault-cruiser Cruiser – Adamant. With upgrade package – 52 Interceptors.
1 x Metellos Class Frigate – Liberator. 64 fighters.
1 x Dorin Class Corvette – Cornet. 0 attack craft
1 x Taboon Class Corvette – Torrent. 24 fighters.
2 x Jabiim Class Corvette – Splinter, Outrider. 8 fighters each, total 16.
Total: 156 attack craft.

For a long while the Republic had known an attack was coming, but not where. The Sith had done well at obscuring their intentions, feinting away. Not every planet could be protected, and so even though Manaan was a high priority world it could not have a vast battlefleet waiting there.

Instead it had the 6th Light Scout Squadron under the command of Captain Marcus Gates. The Captain was an experienced officer, but this was his first independent command.
The scouting squadron was not intended to fight in the line of battle. Rather, it was heavily equipped with fighters, support ships and sensors for detecting and chasing down raiders and pirates. All told there were six ships in the Republic squadron, from the small Jabiims to the much larger Redoubt which Gates used as his flagship.

It was the corvette Cornet which was patrolling furthest which first detected the enemy.

Captain Gates was overseeing reports in his office when a hurried message brought him to the bridge. There he saw the Cornet fleeing from the largest fleet he’d seen in years. Certainly it was the largest he’d seen coming directly at him before!

Quickly, he made a decision. The enemy was far too big for his puny ships to stop, and he’d be crushed between them and the atmosphere if he tried.
“Get a priority distress call to the Republic. Relate what you see. Go!” he ordered his communications expert.
“All ships, move aside, head counter-spinwise to the planet. Reform on the Adamant. Prepare to launch all attack craft on my command!”

He had time, the Sith were not here yet, and in any case lacked an offensive screen of ships so far. Getting out of the way was not the problem, what would come next though is that he would launch his fighter on raids against the flanks, harass, and wait for reinforcements.

SUMMARY:
Republic fleet has moved aside to let Sith through, reforming and launching attack craft.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Location: Ahto City - Generators
Objective: Protect the Hyper-Buoyancy Generator from Incoming Forces
Allies: All Republic
Foes: All Sith

Sera was mystified by the glory and beauty of Ahto. She had never been here prior, and was taking in all of the sights as she could. The happiness surrounding this place was euphoric, everywhere around were children playing, laughing, admiring the celebration. She almost wished she were a child again, to be innocent and unaware of the troubles that came with adulthood. As she wandered around the skin on the back of her neck began to tingle, and that generally only happened for one reason...The wretched taint of the dark-side. She made note of [member="Reid Anaxoid"] and waved to him briefly as she continued scanning the crowds for what would inevitably be an unwelcome band of guests.

 

[Spark Finn]

Location: Ahto City - Generator
Objective: Protect the Hyper-Buoyancy Generator from Incoming Forces
Allies: The Galactic Republic | The Jedi Order | [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | Qun Vell
Foes: The One Sith and bullies who beat up nerds with glasses


The nod felt numb but his confidence was catching. And for a second she thought they were totally busted when some adult-looking person joined them. She brushed the tip of her nose with her thumb. "Yeah, I can do that. The main generator room is right up here. I just gotta plug into the systems. Name's Spark by the way."

The door to the main generators swished open. Gray-blue eyes swept the room. She quickly shuffled over to the main-systems, parking herself on the floor with legs crossed as she plugged in.

Pale-digits quickly typed over the pad. "I'm bringing up some of the outer gun turrets and closing the outer blast doors....," finger hovered over the pad, "...now."

There were two sets of blast doors that the sith forces would have to get through to make headway to the main generator as well as two sets of gun turrets per hallway.


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(Fancy photo - H = generator.)

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Aboard the Torment-class Star Destroyer, "Vornskr's Claw".
Objective: Prep for deployment in Ahto City on the planet below.
Allies: The One Sith homie shizzles
Foes: The Republic fizzle wizzles
Music: Spheres of Madness by Decapitated

There was an unmistakable sense of anticipation looming over the solemn crew of the "Vornskr's Claw", a creeping notion that befell all crew members aboard the moment the vessel left Sith space to thrust itself deep into enemy territory. It would gnaw at their very beings, nibbling away at their patience and sanity, and right as they would nearly erupt with barely contained blood-lust, the ship would rupture forth from the immaterial realm of hyperspace and chug along in the realm of realspace. As it happened that is what exactly was going down right as the Sith Armada materialized in the Pyrshak system, and began it's beeline towards the oceanic world of Manaan. The commander of the "Vornskr's Claw" had distasteful memories of Manaan, for it was he who commanded it's destruction during the Republic-Imperial Great War, and it was his own subordinates who failed him so utterly in that regard. However; this was a time for retribution, and what he started so long ago as Kaine Zambrano he would finish as Darth Vornskr, Voice of the Dark Lord, and Hound of the One Sith.

The former Sith Emperor was within his personal quarters as the armada exploded forth to wreak it's terrible desolation upon the unsuspecting world of Manaan, clad in absolute nothing as incense braziers burned insistently around his kneeling form. The stench of death and decay was heavy as the room became clouded in the foul smelling smoke, and from the wispy darkness came forth a multitude of robed servitors with urns of blessed ritual oils. Setting the urns down in a ring around the kneeling Sith Lord, the servants began to dip their pale hands into the oils, and began to slather them across the Sith Lord's muscular form. This was an ancient ritual performed by Epicanthix warrior-kings and queens of old who would slather themselves with oil before a major battle, as to garner favor with the pantheon of war deities they frequently paid homage to. While many of the ancient practices had fallen into obscurity in the modern age, Kaine had begun reviving many of them and bring the Epicanthix people back to their warlike roots as their venerable Emperor.

Once the Sith Lord's form was slick and shiny with oil, the servants back away and began to pick up various pieces of leather clothing and began to dress their lord one pieces after another. Once that was completed, they began to dress him in his iconic phrik battle plate armor, but left the gauntlets and his leering horned skull helmet for the Sith Lord to put on himself. With his armor secured, Vornskr rose from his kneeling position and with a twitch of his right hand he summoned forth his lightsaber from the plush pillow it was resting upon to his hand, and with another motion he hooked it to the leather belt fastened across his waist. He then gingerly picked up the identical beskar crushgaunts from their respective pillows and pulled them tight over each hand. He flexed his fingers twice afterwards, and then made his exit from the chamber into the hallway beyond. He was met by a flurry of his crewmen hurrying about as the armada finally neared combat range of Manaan, and the "Vornskr's Claw" broke away from the central battle group to angle further towards the planet's surface. His ship would not take part in the battle today, but would rather serve as a hub for deployment to the planet below.

The Voice of the Dark Lord made his way from his quarters to the crowded hangerbay, where an assembled army of his vicious minions were awaiting his arrival. Blackblades and Graug stood side by side as the Sith Lord made his entrance into the elevated platform overlooking the hanger floor, and all fell unnaturally silent as he stood above them. He gestured to them all with both arms outstretched, and spoke in a voice that was both beautiful and terrible to behold:

"The hour is now upon us, my warriors. The Dark Lord has looked to us to execute his undying will upon all life, and has tasked us with destroying anyone who would dare cast their lot in with the forsaken and the misguided. Right now the rest of the fleet is the spear the Dark Lord will use to skewer his enemies, and we have been made his dagger, to gut his foe's bellies in one swift and brutal swipe! Ahto City is our destination, and it is where you shall gorge yourself on the flesh of the infidel, and burn their false cities to the ground! In the name of the Dark Lord, we shall burn them all to ash, and feast on their bloated corpses! Kruso tave Jen'ari!" The resounding roar that rose up from the assembled army was deafening, and was swiftly followed by a vile and rhythmic chanting of the Voice's last words.

"Kruso tave Jen'ari! Kruso tave Jen'ari! Kruso tave Jen'ari! Kruso tave Jen'ari!"

The unholy chorus would soon be followed by the sound of thousands of souls turning in unison away from the elevated platform, and marching towards the assembled dropships at the end of the hanger. One by one the dropships would fill to capacity, and begin to leave en masse and begin their descent into the planet's atmosphere. Vornskr would idle a while longer before moving to board his own dropship, and begin his descent into the carnage below.

 

[Qun Vell]

Location: Ahto City- Generator
Objective: Protect Slicey the Sparker and let her do her thing
Allies: TGR | TJO | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"]
Foes: Sith Bullies

The blast doors were sealed, leaving Spark, Qun, and Cat-Man to defend the generators.


Reaching his commlink Qun opened a secure channel with the rest of the Jedi and Republic forces in Ahto City.

"This is Jedi Padawan Qun Vell. I am with two other Jedi in the Hyper-Bouyancy Generator room, we have blast doors shut and turrets activated. Awaiting further orders, but we may not be able to let assistance in."

Qun then turned to Spark.


"Now, I'm gonna hold whatever comes off as long as I can, cuz I know you're no fighter. But if I tell you to run, I need you to run. Got me?" Qun said, before taking out a flask of whiskey, taking it to his mouth, and chugging half of the bottle. His throat burned more than the rivers of mustafar as he turned to the Meeristali.

"Your ready Mr. Tail Knight?"

 

[Keanu Shan]

Location: Ahto City
Objective: Objective #3, Get into space to fight off the Invasion fleet.
Allies: Galactic Republic
Foes: One Sith
Keanu blew past security at the race area entrance, leaving a wake of angry people, whom he had shoved or knocked aside to get to his ship. They didnt know what he knew, if they knew they would understand. Security tried to detain him but he slipped past after tripping one of them. "Sorry" he muttered. Noticing a taxi pulled up offloading passengers he sprinted towards it. Vaulting onto the hood of the speeder he slid across. landing on the driver side he pulled out his hand cannon as he yanked open the door. "Get Out!! Republic business this is an emergency!!". Keanu grabbed the taxi drivers collar and helped the Selkath's speedy exit of the vehicle. Jumping into the driver seat Keanu slammed on the throttle as he careened down the street towards the hangar area. "Great" he thought "I dont even have missiles on board...I wont have time to stop at the ship and get some either, guess its just ship to ship then". Taking a corner particularly fast he shaved past a large delivery speeder, not realizing he had never closed the taxi's gull-wing door. CRASH!!! Suddenly the speeder was spinning, the door torn off with the force of the crash. He slammed sideways into another taxi. Alarms rang; Keanu gathered his wits, sirens were coming security forces who didnt know what he knew. He had to keep going. Mashing the accelerator again the taxi sped away, darting through traffic. Almost there.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Location: High Orbit, Manaan
Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Republic fleet; command ship
Allies: [member="Darth Arcanix"], [member="Alicia Drey"], [member="Melakoth Tyrin"], [member="Sophie Gustav"], [member="Sophia Walsh"], [member="Harley"], [member="James Maar"]
Foes: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], [member="Keanu Shan"]

Spoiler

• 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

It coursed through his veins. Every morsel of his soul urged him to surge forward with imperial might to crush these pathetic insects with the steel boot of the One Sith. Embers sparked within those emerald eyes seated aboard the Phobos. The Dragon Lord had fled to the center of the vessel, seeking company with the resident Yammosk who Mordecai had nicknamed Jal'sho. The beast had a tendency for being more aggressive than the Sith Lord that had bonded to it. Despite the fact that mental communication with Mordecai was impossible due to his genetics, emotional and physical communication was what worked for the pair.

"How fares our brethren on the ground?" His tanned, calloused hand having been stripped from its gauntlet made contact with the fleshy body of the monstrous being almost completely composed of tentacles and a brain. It thrummed happily, various muscles and veins bulging with the delight of earl successes, but bore the tales of Jedi and their Republican counterparts smartly adapting. "Good," he murmured to both himself and Jal'sho.

The Yammosk spoke once again, through another Yuuzhan Vong nearby. "The great one says the Republic navy is responding," the creature paused, gathering more words, "It advises quick destruction of them before reinforcements arrive. Their combined total strength may very well hold out against us."

Mordecai frowned. It wasn't like Jal'sho to be so cautious.

"I'll take that into mind, old friend."

The Dragon Lord mused to himself, considering his options when more reports came in regarding the enemy fleet. A patrol vessel had noticed them and had quickly been routed. There was to be no mercy.

"Bring that thing down. Don't let it get back to its friends."

Several officers nodded, instantaneously communicating back and forth between the other Skarr-Ro'ik. The orders got to the rest of the fleet fast enough, but Vong vessels had the advantage when it came to communicating.

The Immortal and the Dark Blades flanking it had already been facing the poor Cornet. The Skarr-Ro'ik ships awaited silently behind the Dark Blades whilst the Razer-class frigates formed up in the the rear lines of the fleet with Peeping Tom slowly bringing its system-wide sensors online along with its gravity well.

About half a minute following Mordecai's order to attack, every single frontal battery of both Dark Blades and the Immortal opened up on the Cornet, save for the Proton Beam Cannon aboard the Immortal.

"Get all of our fighters in the air. Now."


Fleet Actions:

• Immortal, Reignfall, and Genjix firing all frontal batteries on fleeing Cornet.
• Peeping Tom erecting system-wide sensor pings along with gravity well.
• Rest of fleet preparing for combat, starfighters launching.

(OOC: Any Sith fleeters, please leave the Dark Blades and Immortal open for higher ranks. Knights and above have authority to command either vessel, [member="Alicia Drey"] shall be taking the Immortal.))

 

[Evor]

Location: Aboard the Right Hand
Objective: Objective Numero Uno
Allies: [member="Reverance"] [member="Nick Gamastar"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]
Enemies: Filthy Pubs

Two symmetrical round brown spheres were barely visible from behind the slightly tinted slits on metallic helmet. Nothing could quite beat the smell of the freshly polished metal that encased him, or partly fruity from detergent and partly sweaty cloth that surrounded the inside of the helmet as an added comfort. His eyes narrowed as [member="Reverance"] got up from his chair and started to walk towards the back of the ship, preparing for deployment. He fidgetted slightly, adjusting the heavy belt around his waist that was adorned with a single lightsaber hilt, a slightly paded pouch that held 3 thermal detonators inside, his ever present blaster pistol, and of course a combat knife. The jetpack on his back felt heavier than usual, but there was no rational reason. He figured that it was just the usual pre-attack nerves getting to him more than usual. This was to be more than a simple surprise attack for him. It was to be a trial for him as well, his skills being displayed in front of nearly every Sith Lord and Knight around.

He turned on his heels and his black combat boots made of hardened leather, with a steel insert encasing the toes, clanked softly behind his master. He kept to himself, only grunting in acknowledgment or nodding his head slightly to those who spoke to him, although few did. He simply waited his orders from Reverance and he was more than ready and capable to carry them out, whatever they might be.

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

Location: Ahto City - Generator
Objective: Protect the Hyper-Buoyancy Generator from Incoming Forces
Allies: The Galactic Republic | The Jedi Order | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"]
Foes: The One Sith


And this was when the Force itself would wash over the Jedi gathered. It would show them the hope, joy, and pure light of it's will, forsaking all other intent. True, He was a former Sith Lord himself, someone who could have at any moment brought the Order to it's knees. Yet, somehow, he was unabashed in his intent. The Force had shown him the light as his mind was given back to him. Eight centuries of madness had been washed away, and in that act, the full bore of the Light had come back to him. So there he stood now, with Stali, one of the Force's Chosen, and simply kept himself as the Jedi's rock within the crashing waves of Darkness the Sith hoped might derail them.

"They shall come, Knight Peradun. The Force has spoken, and all who heed it's call shall have it's blessing. The Light shall prevail. I know this to be true, for the Force has shown me it's will. Hold fast, and we shall overcome. Such has been said by the Will of the Force."

And so he stood there, at the ready, waiting for those who the Force had chosen to call shots to show him the next step in this grand plan.