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

LOCATION: AHTO - WEST
OBJECTIVE:

  • Fight [member="Reverance"] (as discussed)

  • Duck, cover and retreat.

  • Defend the Generators
ALLIES:
The Galactic Republic - TEAM DELTA: [Faction Members]

ENEMIES:
The One Sith - TEAM R: [member="Reverance"] (Retreating from)

THEME:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TyMPhmHqX_A




In the heat of that moment, when your enemy backs off and you have no idea why there is little else you can do but mimick. Kana turned on her heel and ran before diving out of the way from the crashing ship. Her arm spiked up in pain and her shoulder cried out for mercy as the wound opened. Her ears were ringing and her arms couldn’t carry her as well as they should have. She rolled over on her back and let her eyes set for the sky and for a short while she felt at peace. As if everything stood still. The invasion had never happened and she was just happily lying on the cold metal ground as smoke pillared for the sky.

It was all dreaming, wishful thinking and lies. The sith had managed to beat her again but with different results. A strained pull-up got her into a seated position and vision blurred up as the pained limbs screamed. The adrenaline was wearing out, the pain intensified. A small, solitary, painful tear ran down her dirt-covered cheek and an equally dirty hand reached up to wipe it away. She had to move, she couldn’t be here or the enemy would find her. She had to go.

Kana rose up from the ground into a hunch as her left arm reached out to grab the right. She had to keep moving. A quick glance around the town square was all she needed. Her only option was to delve deeper towards the city center unless she could walk through fire. Her left hand reached out for the wall as she looked for a measure of stability. The cold metal walls provided no comfort and her eyes darted across the unknown terrain that she wandered.

She had to find someone, anyone. She needed help and she needed it now.
 
Location: East
Objective: One
Allies: Few
Enemies: Unknown.

OOC/ Khallesh has been scouting a path for vong forces to attack the generator for quite a while. Am well past Vornskr and Viper. I’m going to get a shift on and try and crack the East defences unless this is an issue.

Khallesh’ eyes widened as she saw the turret swivel in its mount towards her position. She dove back from the shattered remains of a building she’d been used for cover, relying on her reflexes to keep her out of danger again. She felt heat across her back as the metal wall she’d been behind was turned to warped and molten slag by the explosion. The Yuuzhan Vong Huntress landed neatly on all fours, a feral snarl escaping her lips.

She turned and found a new location to survey the battlefield from. The facility housing the generator was already smouldering. Great stacks of smoke were rising up from the western and southern sides. It appeared they were distinctly late for the party. Quite dismaying for a group of Hunters, she was certain to be admonished by her superiors following the battle.

The main obstacle was the pair of heavy turrets above the facility. The first wave of impulsive warriors had tried to charge the facility directly, but had been repelled. There was a clear run between cover and the facility, too far for a direct infantry charge. Now, at Khallesh’ direction, they took a different tack.

Warriors and Chazrach kept to cover, drawing fire and occasionally throwing out Nang Hul, or utilising launchers to pick off the odd defender. So far few warriors had been lost, and there were always more Chazrach.

Khallesh looked down to check her Blaze Bug to see the position of their soldiers, but was distracted by a soldier on the walls popping out of cover. Her hand flicked out in a flash, launching a Razor bug on a wide arc before getting back into cover. Her sensitive hearing picked out a scream amongst the noise of battle. Raising her shoulders above cover when she felt the time was right, her hand went out to collect the Razor bug on return. Its body was now slick with red blood.

She returned to looking at the position of the small strike force. Things were now falling into place. A team of hunters clad in Cloaks of Nuun were now being despatched towards the facility. Near-invisible to the naked eye, they moved towards the outer blast doors with enough blorash jelly to crack open the metal shell.

She didn’t need the blaze bug to hear the approach of a pair of Tank Beasts. If the Chazrach didn’t keep the turrets occupied whilst the cloaked hunters moved into position, then the tank beasts would. They roared as they slowly advanced on the facility, armoured hides giving some protection from the turrets as they returned fire by disgorging jets of acid from their mouths.
 

Jsc

Disney's Princess
Location: Nearer the Ahto West Bridge
Objective: 1. Dissuade Reverance from Kan
a (p2)
Foes Probably Nearby: Team R: Matsu Xiangu, Darth Praelior, Darth Nephthys, Darth Carach, Khallesh, Vrag, Vaermina, Ludolf Vass.
Foes Engaging: [member="Reverance"]
Allies Probably Nearby: Sarge Pottienger, Qun Vell, Meeristali Peradun, Sanya Val Lerium.

Allies Disengaging: [member="Kana Truden"]

A smoking husk of a battlefield. Completely devoid of distractions and littered with billowing smoke. It seemed the perfect place for a demon's first date. Sam smiled when her wounded companion took the oppurtunity to retreat. A wise decision given her Force Signatures wavering heartbeat. To survive is a victory indeed.

Jhovna's charge was greeted unexpectedly with the Sith Warrior's marvelous approach. Armored and exotically weaponed. He seemed almost casual and welcoming to engage. His precence in the Force was a torrent of bloodlust and chaotic power. A strange merger indeed. Sam now knew the odds. And they favored a more lusting opponent. ...Still? One must leverage if they are to judge skill and victory. She must yet attempt the summit.

The titanium woman stopped her advance at fifteen meters from Reverance and gave a nod. Match start. She opened with a circling trot to his left, strafing him almost to a run. Carbonite shield clutched tight to her body, she unleashed a steady volley of disruptor bolts towards his chest. Her ammo could not be reflected and held enough punch to intimidate or moisten even the hardest armors. Her intent was to simply get her opponent shuffling. It was game time.
 
Location: Kolto Facility
Objective 2: Have some fun with the jedi
Allies: [member="Viktor Romanov"]
Enemies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Kian Karr"] Jedi/Republic

Getting back to his feet after the kick Xilo simply shrugged his shoulders the jedi just wouldn't give up even though it was obvious that Xilo wasn't going to without being forced. He simply was just having to much fun knowing how much trouble he was giving the jedi. If only he knew how to utilize the force this fight might've been in the bag. Xilo knew that the jedi was trying to use hit and run maneuvers to wear him down but he had no intention of letting it go on for much longer. His skin felt clammy and sweat poured profusely down from his body. Not due to exhaustion but due to the missing limb. His skin had already paled quite a bit. So when he heard the sound of rapid footsteps approaching him Xilo flipped straight up into the air dodging the first lightsaber strike only by a few hairs and it passed his head but he aimed his sonic pistol straight at the jedi's feet and fired to stun the jedi but as he came back down from the flip Xilo lowered his leg in a kick to the top of the jedi's head.
 
*Disclaimer: This is a PC Post only. NPC Vong post will come later in the day.*
Location: Ahto West Bridge
Objective: Wam bam, thank you Sam....or something (objective 1)
Allies: The One Sith, [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Darth Praelior"], [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Darth Carach"], @Khallesh, [member="Vrag"], [member="Vaermina"], @Ludolf Vass
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Sam Jhovna"] (1va), [member="Qun Vell"], [member="Meeristali Peradun"], [member="Sarge Potteiger"], Jedi/Republic
Theme:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0plzPycp4k​


A nod. How quaint, thought the Sith Lord, as if it were the gladiatorial salute of those who were about to die. White teeth flashed beneath a smirk as his lips formed a sardonic expression across the right side of his face. Behind him, the corpse of the metallic beast groaned and turned red hot from the propellants burn, explosions echoing against the low walls of the bridge that led to the water below. It began to turn over on itself, metal roiling slowly in a tin compost bin. The loud mating calls of the leviathan reverberated through the world, a dinosaur stuck in the rut and flinging itself violently against trees in a show of manly proportions.

The crimson eye of the Sith Lord watched his opponent with an almost bone chilling vigilance, his visual acuity transfixed and unfailing. A disruptor pistol, he thought, as his opponent lifted an arm to fire shots against something that wouldn't be downed so easily. A grizzly bear shot with a .22, only made more angry by the negligence. Odd, he queried to himself, that someone would use a weapon outlawed by the very group they currently vowed to protect. With a tilt of the head, curiosity indicative of a man that hadn't seen usage of such a weapon in a long time, he lifted his left arm. Gunfighters in the street, drawing at the tick tock of the clock. From his palm, a nearly translucent sheen ejected and crawled up an invisible sphere around the Sith Lord, like painting dripping down a wall but in reverse.

As the blasts hit against the shield, Gabriel's right eye winced and his muscles tensed. While he was impacted by the shots, he made effort towards hiding it. The blasts rippled against the black sphere before flinging up and away, crashing into the structure of the bridge. He remained unmoved and held the shield, clicking his tongue against teeth in an certain audibility, and showed no sign of wavering. As she circled, he would follow with his attention and the needed shuffle of a body.

"Come now, shield maiden..." He didn't really know the gender behind the armor. But it would either prove a lucky guess or an appropriate insult. "Why dance out there, all alone, when you can come and partake with willing company?" He purposely mocked, being a master of close combat, he obviously desired for the clash of weapons. But he would break this bridge into pieces if he needed to in order to cease the use of such classless weaponry.
 

Jsc

Disney's Princess
Location: Nearer the Ahto West Bridge
Objective: 1. Dissuade Reverance from Kan
a (p3)
Foes Probably Nearby: Team R: Matsu Xiangu, Darth Praelior, Darth Nephthys, Darth Carach, Khallesh, Vrag, Vaermina, Ludolf Vass.
Foes Engaging: [member="Reverance"]
Allies Probably Nearby: Sarge Pottienger, Qun Vell, Meeristali Peradun, Sanya Val Lerium, Kana Truden.


Exotic custom armor, personalized lightsaber, and an energy absorbtion skillset. Whoa baby. Impressive as hell. Even in her emotionless Echani-styled mindset, Sam flinched with awe. If you could stop an anti-matter bolt with just a gesture, you could probably entertain quite a bit more too. And that was a hell of a trick. ...Mmm. She smiled at the thought. Oh yes. It was time to leverage it and see just how good this Sithly was.

The Jedi warrior stopped her strafe and reloaded. It was a profressional interchange with no wasted movement nor need for the eyes. Twelve shots per clip with one spare remaining on her belt. Twenty four shots in total was added to her memory. Okay. Here we go.

She began a slow, dedicated walk towards her opponent. Leaning forward with zero expectation and her shield tucked close to her left side. Her saber-staff remained sheathed over the small of her back. At about ten meters away the womanly shape began firing towards a point just below her opponent's neckline. Right where the collar bones connected. The same target to a steady beat. One. Two. Three. Four...

She would count to six.
 
Location 3: Ahto City Proper-North
Objective: Protect the Hyper-Buoyancy Gnerator
Allies: Republic | [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Enemies: Sith | [member="Xhexania"] | [member="Darth Praelior"]

Music:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFQ9-JEOQVo
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Looking on as one of the soldiers opened fire on the others, killing them each one by one, Sera looked up at Darth Praelior, then turned back to Xhexania, a pained look of sadness across her face as her hand dropped to her side in disbelief. Speechless, with only a single word she could muster to speak, "...Why?" Suddenly the sound and flash of Xhexania's blade reminded her that she was truly a Sith. Sera held her hands at bay, cautious not to move, or display any act of aggression. "I suppose I should have expected nothing less. I only hoped for more. Compassion among your kind only goes as far as the next opportunity though, I see." Sera shot an angered glance at the Sith Lord a ways away from her, before turning back to Xhexania. "It saddens me that nothing from this meant anything in the slightest to you."

The Twi'lek looked toward the Jedi Master who had arrived only a short time ago, smiling momentarily, "May The Force be with you, Master Raaf." As she turned back to Xhexania, she shook her head, "Not this time, Sith." Sera gathered what energy she had left, Force Pushing the human girl out of the way with all she she could muster, before performing a backflip, her hands brefly touching the ground to give herself more momentum as she dove off of the side of the bridge into the ocean below.
 

Beowoof

Morality Policeman :)
Location: In the sky above Ahto City
Objective: Slay the dragon
Allies: Republic people
Enemies: [member="Darth Praelior"]

"Copy that, Chatter," she responded to [member="Keanu Shan"]. How to find an available dropship, though?

Circling back, it was not difficult to miss the big lizard in the sky, two heads and all. Whatever that was about. It might be fuel efficient, but Sressechka highly doubted that the Sith cared about protecting the environment with how things were going on elsewhere. Sadly, it was not going to be emitting carbon dioxide for much longer. Since no orders had been given about attacking the armies below, Blue Five took it as a sign to ad lib--and attacking that ridiculous creature seemed like a good place to start.

Bringing her fighter up to 3,000 meters, it was almost comical to note how slow the hydra was compared to her sleek metal birdy. She had plenty of time to ascend and get in position, angling so she was behind and above the fluttering reptile. Is that a person on top? No, it could not possibly be a person--not a normal one, at least. The proportions were way off. Apparently Sith come in all sorts of shapes and sizes.

Pitching her Incom XJ-9 Advanced X-Wing (Product placement achieved.) into a shallow dive, the rutian pilot locked on with her targeting computer and followed its guidance to lead the target, aiming for the bulk of the hydra's body as it touched down--particularly about the abdomen, where the wings and 'driver' were located. She opened fire, all four laser cannons repeatedly shunting out red rain in succession as she rolled her fighter three-hundred-sixty, making sure the powerful blasts covered as much of the lazy hulk as possible. It was pretty much impossible to miss, to be honest.

Still firing as her velocity increased dramatically, Sressechka finally yanked the yoke at the last moment, veering her fighter to the starboard and inclined for another ascent. She took a glance behind to see how many pieces of dragon fell to the ground. "Sucker."
 
Location: Ahto City Library
Objective: GET OUT THERE, MAN!
Allies: The Galactic Republic, [member="Avalore Eden"]
Enemies: The One Sith, ???
WARNING: HERE BE SLOWER POSTERS

Hal remained in the relative stillness of the library, unable to find the strength or the willpower to move. How could he? He had been blindsided by his fears, the sudden surge of emotion leading to the paralysis that should have only existed in nightmares? How could he get up and go out there when he didn't even feel fit to wear Jedi robes any longer?

The tiniest, most repressed voice in his head squeaked at him with great vigour to get back up!

That was his humanity talking.

It held common sense pearls of wisdom like, you are a human, and it's okay to have emotions, it's all about how you handle them. Notions that while obvious to most, were definitely almost lost to him and his extremist views.

What could he do?

You don't just snap your fingers and learn how to feel. It wasn't like that, it wasn't easy, his whole life had been a gauntlet of discipline, discipline, discipline. Be the best. Put yourself last.

A soft chime brought his head out of his lap, the download of the library's archives was complete. Funny how time always moved in the way you didn't want it to.

Five minutes are up, Hal Terrano. Now what are you going to do?

Ever so slowly the blonde man returned to his feet and paced over to the terminal, retrieving the now full hard drive and placing it into his pocket. No more excuses, get out there.

Finally he emerged from the library, miraculously managing to look worse for wear despite only being caught in a shouting contest about nyorks and honey. Well, that and an emotional crisis of faith and self. Yeah, that stone mask was beginning to look a little cracked.

Yet he still made it down the steps, still made it to Avalore and the wounded man. However he said nothing and couldn't bear the thought of making eye contact with her after his blunt confession of not fully processed emotions. He simply stood by them, so she could get to work and he could keep them safe.
 
Objective: One
Location: Eastern side of generator facility
Allies: [member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"] [member="Darth Arcanix"]
Foes: NPCs atm

OOC/ Just a little internalised character development post. Not achieving anything in particular!


Perhaps, Khalesh wondered as a blaster bolt clipped her shoulder, it was time to start arming the Chazrach with better weapons. Right now she would have appreciated being able to apply suppressive fire back at the Republic troops holding the Eastern wall. Such a capability would have allowed her to pin them down, whilst the Tank Beasts, Hunters and Nag Dhul were used to actively destroy enemy threats and obstacles.

Whilst Skerr Kyrric was resilient to blaster fire, the heat of that last shot was quite uncomfortable. The ceramic armour was able to soak up mountains of thermal energy without heating up to dangerous levels, but it was not without limitations. Enough blaster fire applied, particularly if a warrior was caught out in the open by the infidels “repeaters”, could literally bake a Yuuzhan Vong in their armour. Such a death would be an incredibly painful and – for a Yuuzhan Vong – humiliating death. It was, Khallesh supposed, part of the reason why she had been desperate to engage the Jeedai in personal combat. Was it bravery when one simply wanted to die honourably at the end of the blade, rather than bleed out or bake to death alone in the field, not even able to see or identify your killer?

Khallesh swore under her breath as another bolt lanced perilously close overhead. Surely the cloaked hunters had applied blorash jelly to the first blast doors by now? She still had a tendency to think too much in battle, instead of following her instincts. Dhaal Veth was a phrase that had stayed with the warrior caste for thousands of years. It roughly translated to “over thinker”. It was an insult, aimed at drawing parallels with inferior castes such as the Intendants who spent their time pondering instead of fighting.

Of course, history had shown that the Warrior and Shaper castes’ lack of ability to apply innovative thinking to problems that had been part of the downfall of the galactic invasion. Adherence to millennia old doctrine had seen them fall behind the technologically adaptive Galactic Alliance in the latter days of the war. Hrosha-Gul was founded on the belief that change and advancement would strengthen their people. Then again, in Khallesh and her domain’s opinion, that had led to filthy half-breeds and escalated human filth taking positions deserved by Yuuzhan Vong.

She was doing it again. Focus! She ordered herself. There they are, she thought, risking a glance over her cover. The faintest shimmer indicating the cloaked hunters who had manoeuvred up to the outer blast doors. She risked a moment more to look at the defenders on the wall. Oh she was going to bring pain to those infidels and their petty “blasters” when the doors were down.
 
Location: Ahto City Proper - Ahto City South

Objective: Control.

Allies: Beta Team - [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Reverance"]

Foes: Republic/Jedi [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"]

--

Carach pressed his former apprentice to his side, this was how it was meant to be. Both of them together, fighting that which attempted to hold them back from their ambitions, he could feel her pain, her determination and ambition. In a different past he would have withheld his prace, but the lose of another arm… some sacrifices needed to be underlined and upheld.

I felt your pain.’ the Sith Lord whispered in her mind, sharing just a little portion of his concern and pride with her. ‘You have done exceptionally, Matsu. I am proud of everything you have accomplished.’ he was about to say more, but in the midst of his sentence the Voice halted, cocked his head as if listening to something only he could hear.

A bemused expression appeared, before an eyebrow would raise itself at the kitty cat slamming itself into the generator. Pesky little things.

They would move away from the generator, while appearing not to leave at all. While Sarge would be held back at every pace by the Vong troops, the two Sith Lords would continue to work at the generator. It wouldn’t be long before all subroutines and safety measures were disabled, then… the next phase would begin.

Eventually Sarge would be able to break through, of course. Perhaps he would kill all of them with one bullet, he was pretty badass that way, but each moment counted for the Sith Lord and this was simply a way to gain more time.
 
Location: Ahto City - South
Objective: Remove.
Allies: [member="Meeristali Peradun"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Nephthys"]

Sarge didn't have too far to go, Vong or otherwise. As he so habitually did, he made a mockery of anything that wasn't specifically named and made his way into the Generator proper, looking around for several long moments to get his bearings. With how chaotic battle was, processing everything in an instant wasn't possible, but one could try.

Just had to pick out the important bits.

"I see you." The mechanically altered voice said, focusing not on where Meeristali was fighting, but where he wasn't. An unimpeded enemy did no one any good. Mostly because there was no fun in just having your way... or so he'd been told. Who was up first?

A hand rose, dropping the spent magazine for his wrist mounted bolter and replacing it with a fresh one. He had a twin barreled freedom dispenser and it was gonna get used, one way or another.
 
Location: Rev and Vong, Ahto West (check headers for specific location)
Objective: Ghost ride the pistol whip (Objective 1)
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Darth Praelior"], [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Khallesh"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Vaermina"], [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
Enemies: [member="Sam Jhovna"] (1v1), [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Meeristali Peradun"], [member="Qun Vell"], [member="Sarge Potteiger"]
Theme:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZwXyxBRRxOk


NPC - Vong (215, not many zombies now...) (Generator, attacking stuff)
Anyone entering the room, that wasn't One Sith or expressly look like One Sith, got a hesitating glance from "High as a Kite" Vong before experiencing the cocktail of their destructive ability. Which included Vong mocking, laughing, and the barrage of fire from Chitin Carbines, flinging some mad Thud Bugs and spitting some serious acid from them amphistaffs. For those not engaging actual moving individuals, the Vong had fallen back to prepare their coup de grâce. Those at the front line dismounted their singularity mines and tossed them towards what they imagined where significant structures towards the proper function of the Hyper Buoyancy system (most likely generators, might have been i-beam supports, might have been control stuff). When no more space would fit the singularity mines, the Vong stepped back and allowed their more accuracy inclined kin to fire upon them with blast bugs and razor bugs, effectively tripping the mines and sucking metal and structures into the black holes created from the miniature dovin basals. If successful, rubble and debris would fall from the compromised ceiling. Sounds of the structure decidedly upset with the Vong antics would sound out with noisy moans and duracrete shivers. But you wouldn't be able to hear any of that...not over the sound of Vong laughter. It was like a pestilence...a noisy Vongy erupting pestilence to which there was truly no escape. In the years to come, you'll remember it when you tuck your jedi children into bed at night. Them sounds be nightmare fuel.

The zombies crawled and they gnawed, or gummed in some cases, but really they mostly drooled. They were good at that, not many things in the universe could drool better than a reanimated zombie. And Man! Could they produce drool...like lakes of the stuff. Some defenders, looking to fight off the Vong, might find themselves slipping on the viscous saliva. It filled everything, no nook or cranny was left unmolested by the slobbering monsters.

(OOC - please tag me if you are engaging my Vong. I realize they are NPCs, but I've been running them since the beginning of the invasion. I'd like to be given the chance to help write an entertaining end).
PC - Sam Jhovna - Reverance (Ahto West Bridge)

It had appeared that his charming attempts at a dance had failed. That was unfortunate, he thought, perhaps he would need to be a bit more persuasive. As the opponent emptied the clip and moved to re-load, a task that takes time no matter how professional or capable one might be, the Sith Lord dropped the shield and found his left hand equipped with the metal makashi hilt that once resided on the small of his back. Metal and tooth, red and crimson, reunited in the duo that was Reebas and Roecnar. Blades held down to the ground, at 45 degree angles to the ground and to Gabriel, the Sith Lord stood rebellious against this foe who would apparently require initiation. That was alright, that's how he preferred it. And, if anyone was paying attention, they would notice the change in his posture, the forceful nature as he transitioned from Form II and Form V - a far more adequate form for the armored and sedentary opponent.

The force pulled to Gabriel as the opponent lifted the weapon and bore down on him once more. The production of pain was it's own reward, either incurred or endured, but the manifestation of it fueled Gabriels willpower to pull upon the force. And the screams cried out in silence throughout the city, creaking and moaning for a loss that could not have been anticipated. Cyclical and positively reinforcing, things destroyed give drive to destroying more things. Upon the seafaring vessel of his body, a thing abused and used for the purpose of the mind, the pain sensed in mind and aura blew a gust through the sails as Gabriel moved with the aid of Force Speed, one of his most powerful abilities.

He was a tiger beetle. That's right, a tiger beetle. One of the fastest creatures on the planet, in reference to body size. It requires vectorized movement because it's own speed blinds it, meaning that it has to move in straight lines and stop in order to change direction. As Gabriel moved, the ding of disruptor pistol blasting out metal and duracrete in his stead echoed in his wake, his movement being angular blasts of blurs and still imagery. As soon as he appeared, he was gone again, propelling him closer and closer to his destination. In the grand scheme of things, he moved in a straight line, but like in all things in a life, the roundabout way is often the most prudent. The disruptor pistol hit with keen accuracy though only succeeded in blasting the frozen imagery of the Sith Lord, like hitting at the silhouette when aiming for the person. As he came upon his opponent, he enlisted Reebas and Roecnar to help validate the weakness of all shields, inherent in the very nature of the item.

Now, a Sith Lord of such extenuating age knows better than to assume he can destroy the shield, especially when used so brazenly against a lightsaber wielding foe. No, the weakest portion of a shield isn't actually part of the shield at all, but in fact the wrist and forearm and bicep that is holding it. Lurching forward, releasing his use of force speed as he approached his opponent, he struck out in unison. The right handed saber would look to swing out, from the sith lords left to right, attempting to cut at the opponents suit just at their left knee. Assuming they are holding the shield properly, the shield would be above the left knee and posted on the left thigh, to prevent having to hold the weight. The left handed saber would rise from Gabriels right side over, rotating vertically between the two combatants, across his own body, and aiming to hit the extended pistol wielding arm right at the elbow joint, blade coming down upon it. Of course, his attacks were not ones to linger, speed of which resembling a jab as opposed to a hay-maker. For good measure, the backwards force from the two bladed attacks would allow the Sith Lord to place his weight in his left foot and strike a hard right kick towards the bottom of the shield, potentially shoving the opponent back, placing force on the shield holding forearm, or smashing the shield upwards towards the helmeted and hidden face. Either way, he was intent on moving things along. Places to go, people to see, and limbs to remove.
 
Location: Ahto City Proper - Ahto City South

Objective: Control.

Allies: Beta Team - [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Reverance"]

Foes: Republic/Jedi | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"]

It must have been some kind of Jedi saying and what did they really know anyway? For the next battle Carach would have to make sure to remember the names of his entire Guard, make sure he was able to differentiate between them by scent and voice, perhaps know all of their backgrounds and family trees. It could go a long way in making Sarge reconsider simply killing Bob Bobinson Parker, who incidently had two children, a loving wife and had simply signed on to pay off that pesky mortgage.

Anyway.

The invisible shield of the generator went down, its purpose was to protect the generator against physical threats. The Voice wasn't planning on making it go boom, too much noise, not enough time to evacuate the forces, you know... tactical stuff. A backup plan was never a bad thing though.

"But do you see you, Sarge." The visage of the Sith Lord, apparently standing right before the generator, asked the Big Mean Space Marine. In the meanwhile he'd continue to work on the infrastructure, not that the Guardian would be able to see that, it looked as if the Sith Lord was simply standing there and giving support to his former Apprentice who had just lost her arm.

Matsu would get a feeling of peace, it was not yet time to attack. Perhaps the time would come soon, perhaps it wouldn't come at all, who knew these days.
 
LOCATION: Ahto City Proper - North
OBJECTIVE: One - Protect the Hyper-Buoyancy Generator
ALLIES: [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Sressechka"]
ENEMIES: [member="Xhexania"] | [member="Darth Praelior"]
THEME: Don’t fear the reaper

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClQcUyhoxTg

Corvus looked to the sky and saw the huge creature land and its rider dismount. If her height didn’t give her away, her aura did. But no sooner had the pilot start to speak than the Republic’s finest obliterated the winged beast. Corvus had to throw up a temporary Force Barrier to avoid being covered in blood and lumps of charred flesh. And she suspected that the following Sith troops would receive the same treatment.

“Oh..it seems they don’t live forever,” she mused and made a mental note to send a memo to the writers of Puff the Magic Dragon. “I loved that song as a girl.”

And then it started - the soliloquies, the taunts. The clichés.

“Run away like Ossus and Zeltros? Well it’s an option. She who lives and runs away and all that.” Corvus remained calm and centered. “If you mean the young Padawan that didn’t even have her own lightsaber that faced you, the great Sith Lord but lived, then yes. If you mean the Knight that you couldn’t defeat on Zeltros, then yes. It’s most definitely me.”

She then turned to the Sith apprentice (as seemed to be the way of these matters). “Please do not pretend to me. There is no Sith honour in protecting the weak. The weak deserve to die, that is the Sith mantra. Darth Bane would be turning in his grave if he heard you now. No, you did it because you have honour. I’ve already said, I care not if you’re honest to me - but when this is all over, be honest with yourself. They will see you as weak. I see you as strong. Kinda funny, eh?”

Now in truth, Corvus could have saved the lives of the soldiers. A simple Force Barrier over the gunman would have meant his own blaster bolts would have killed him. But for whatever reason, the opportunity to save him was denied her. And she bristled at the threat to her fellow Jedi but before she had a chance to speak, Sera said it more eloquently than she ever could.

“And may the Force be with you young Padawan,” she said to the space where Sera had been only a split second ago.

But now she returned her gaze to the Sith Lord. “If I must kill you I will - but let the little one go. She does not need to die this day. She saved the life of a Jedi and Sera’s offer of safe passage remains.”
 
Location: Ahto City West
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Reverance"], all Sith in West
Enemies: All Republic forces in West

OOC: If there is something I have missed, please inform me.

NPC Post (For Carl Weathers Apollo Creed [member="Slate Estrada"] Republic NPC's):

The Republic reinforcements were coming down via dropship - when they landed, they would meet Overlord Vaas' Blackblade Guard, who had already dug themselves in and prepared for a fight. Each dropship was fired upon by rooftop Blackblades armed with rocket launchers, and even when they landed they were still not safe. The rocket barrage continued on landed dropships. The Blackblade Guard forces were mostly holed up inside buildings they had taken in the course of the battle as per Vaas' command, with a few street bunkers as well. As such, any Republic reinforcements that moved through the streets were fired upon by Blackblade Guardsmen from windows above.

PC Post:

Ludolf had made it towards Ahto West, still damp from his foray in the water. His firearm still worked though. He had discovered this when he had blasted the first Republic soldier he saw, just before the bridge. He found this side of the city much different than the North side. The way across the bridge and into the facility seemed to have been cleared already by the Vong forces under the command of [member="Reverance"]. The only obstacle Vaas faced was stepping over the pile of corpses, Republic and Vong alike, on the way into the generator facility. He would assist in any way he could in destroying the generator, for it was his primary objective. As he stepped inside though, he was not prepared for the sound he heard.

The Yuuzhan Vong were... laughing.
 
Location: Ahto North
Objective: Destroy Generators
Allies: One Sith [member="Xhexania"]
Enemies: Republic/Jedi [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] [member="Corvus Raaf"]

Elara stood at the ready, they were in the docks loading the titan, the lack of resistance had saddened her and as the ground commander came from the base she spoke. "We have set the charges and begun detonating the republic's post here on the planet." The woman looked at her while the rest of the team came, the gearhead reporting that the reprogramming was done. They had spent the time working on it as the apprentice kept her attention on the computer. Her masters datapad linked and at the ready while she spoke.

"All sector five forces prepare, begin final assault on the generators." Her voice was distorted while moving into the drop ship, the arriving reinforcements were coming in as dropships sent them in, the ones marching with the titan going towards the generators to help as two of the dropships launched fiber cords to brace and hold the titan for transport. Why waste it when they could move it and with the great deal of work they had defenses for it. They had been moving unopposed throughout while she wondered what her master was doing.

Balaya looked at the jedi who jumped back and then to the apprentice, her eyes remaining under the hood as she heard the sounds of ships high above. She spared a glace and saw a ship doing... something then turned to look at her battle hydra that had been on the ground and spoke. "Come one." The creature was hers to command, it didn't fight unless she told it to and engaging fighters beneath its notice was boring. She let the beast lazily ignore leaving from behind her and the apprentice in favor of the blackblades providing cover with the sounds of more soldiers coming.

The dead the Republic fighter would make able to rejoin the sith forces as part of the horde and start going at the blast doors shambling. The unseelie in the crowd making the Voice stronger as she chuckled. "Your pilots need to have their eyes checked dog fighting with yourself I am fairly certain is a sign of insanity... Though it might explain their ability to kill and feed the carnage here. Balaya looked at the apprentice, the pale woman was something of a sight but now that she had reinforcements her confidence seemed to have returned. The look of her hydra as it gleamed was fun. An explpsion on it at that range would have done more damage.

The massive zeltron was looking at the two standing there. Corvus was one she knew easily enough but the twi'lek was the wild card. Her amusement plain under the hood as she remained concealed in the cloak and stepped forwardletting any blades that touch her feel the effects of the warden cloak and the refined cortosis powder to deactivate blades. She was looking at them while her control over the hydra remained, their nature to be docile and ignore threats unless commanded by a darksider was something you had to account for.

"You preformed well apprentice, though only half credit. Fighting a padawan is fair but from what I know you faced a master who doesn't fight." She looked under the hood with the glowing purple eyes towards corvus and spoke more. "See master Raaf here isn't going to try and attack, unless soemthing big has changed. She prefers to not talk and only use soresu, her abilities of inaction become predictable, become easy to ignore. It has cost her in the past and she has not embracced the one thing all force users need.... Imagination."

Balaya took another step forward while she turned her head towards the twi'lek. "It cost her as a padawan her friend on Ossus, captured and tortured. It allowed the sith to find a foothold on the world again and exploit those catacombs the temple was built upon. The voice observing the world was most pleased with your work." Another step forward and Balaya didn't need to do much, her datapad on her wrist under the cloak chirped to indicate the reprogramming of the titan was completed. A fourth step forward and Balaya kept speaking.

"Then she was promoted for her work, became talented sure but her inaction and lack of vision on zeltros brought her before me a second time. Where she preformed just as poorly, never taking the moment to coordinate and use the teamwork her friend presented. She became a mite unable to act and stopped altogether, her friend Kana fighting alone and falling to my blade. Her blood poisoned by my power and there the poison shall remain weakening her, tormenting her, bringing her closer and closer to the dark lord."

Another step forward while she still didn't need to draw and the battle hydra roared with the sounds of its master fighting. The horde, the soldiers and reinforcements coming from the ships above as vong dropped down towards the generator room. "Her inability to think and evolve has hurt her friend, it has caused many to die here and rise among the shambling corpses within the ranks. It will cost this city as it sinks into the ocean and above all it shall cost her republic a resource we don't even need." The beast standing there while it moved closer and closer to be behind its master.

One more step brought her closer as now all attention was solely on the twi'lek, her cloak would keep Corvus if she tried at bay long enough to counter. "And just like that little one." The fourteen foot warlord of the sith and voice of sector five finally starred down as she spoke. "We will have driven our hooks deeper into the galaxy, we will make it that much harder to pry the One Sith's influence from the hearts and minds." The smile on her face now while she was moving towards the generators and tapped the datapad for the locator. The hydra was almost chuckling, now as its golden armor and heavy size providing more protection.

Then the sound of the fighter coming down at them came and Balaya raised an eyebrow looking. It fired on her, fired on the hydra and the jedi as she moved closing the distance as she went inside the towards the blast doors. The hydra roaring while it went off and jumped towards a building with her eyes locking on it. The sounds from the distance came, the Titan was finished, Elara had succeeded and it was firing onto another group of troopers while she stood there. If the jedi remained their own pilot would have been firing on them... a smart move, sacrifice your own people and attack the thing you're trying to protect.

"There is a great sort of insanity to it." Balaya looked towards the apprentice taking it all in while she moved gesturing for the girl to follow her towards the second set so they could go in. The men outside on both sides that would die and join the horde owing the pilot well their unlives.... The soldiers inside that starred at Balaya she waited for a moment to deal with before remaining there as the defensive augments went off. The implants in her chest tearing into the soldiers as two of them smashed against the wall, the ones behind her flying backwards and out into the inferno the Republic brought on their own things.

"See how your own people treat you jedi, willing to blow you up for the chance they might do something. They didn't even warn you of the attack and I would have netter us all into the grave together. Your own people fire on you, your men slay each other and you call us evil. We are at least honest that we will try and kill each other, there is at least a warning about it." The look was on her face, she didn't move her hands from under the cloak but was there now looking towards where the generator was. If the pilot wanted to keep targeting them well... endangering and killing their own men wasn't something the republic was against. Another thing in the One Siths favor as she started walking.

Her energies flowing outward from her while looking at the others, the feeling of the other sith going through was enough as Balaya pushed her power throughout the length of her body to enhance the strength more. She lashed out to smash the wall as the duracrete and metal started to give away under her brute strength. The armor and cloak to give her the early warning if they attacked but she spoke letting the horde flood into the building. The vong throwing blast bugs to start detonating, the blackblades and soldiers working on the doors to get them open and electronic to disable turrets or defenses.

The battle hydra wasn't gone for long, the building was bing assaulted by the vong and more had moved in. The beast used the time and their fire to bash into a wall above its master and start tearing at the foundation while [member="Reverance"]s forces were firing on the generator. Their attacks uninterrupted for now while it roared and climbed through leaving a section for Balaya to start slashing with her greatsaber as it sliced into the duracrete making a hole for them. Blackblade forces calling in their positions and directing dropships to the area.


Balaya looked at Corvus nd spoke as a claw tore a chunk... "It doesn't have to live forever but if one fighter firing could kill a beast it would not have been so dangerous." She almost rolled the cybernetic eyes. "Use those books in your temple and learn to pay attention. That shiny of their skin is not from natural means. Strong alloys are bonded to it at a molecular level to make it able to survive in wars or other sithspawn predators. I would suggest when you fight you use more brainpower then a simple ship. Perhaps and this is a hint, some free advice. Look for the control amulets the sith created to make them serve."

She remained there while between blowing themselves up and making the sith laugh the warlord now just scoffed kicking at the wall. She turned to look down and in closer quarters at the two jedi because they would have to move. Protection barriers were as strong as the skill using them and throwing things up in an instant wouldn't protect from a ships attack. Even the Shield of the Dark Lord would need time and she was the strongest barrier user. "Smart credits are on you not learning but I can only teach when you are willing to learn Corvus. You ran away twice and failed, you have underestimated the power of creatures and your own people would rather attack and risk collateral damage for a chance to destroy something."

She stayed enjoying it while more roars came from her pet. "Apprentice if you wish to kill them, I suppose you may but it appears we will be joining Lord Reverance's forces soon in watching the city sink." She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to listen. "Can't you hear it now, blast bugs in the generator room and no one is trying to resist. Your people have accepted their fate." She was moving now more. "We are going to join them Corvus, if you want to attack us... then make your move but given your history I suspect you will stand there and believe this is a victory of some sort. You lost a city, million died, your friend ordered many to suffocate under the ocean and you ran abandoning them."

She clapped under the cloak. "Yes a victory." Balaya started walking towards the holes to join the vong forces that were in the room, Reverance's forces might need some encouragement for their work. Her horde was moving, her forces working to join her and surround the jedi as they started to attack the stragglers. She snapped her finger for the apprentice and laughed deep in her throat. "Yes continue your work and wonderful display. [member="Reverance"] will be proud."

Note:
Claiming damage done never a good thing
Force barriers at that distance to protect from such a thing would require more prep and power
I recommend as always working out a post and research over flash.
 
Location: Ahto Generator Room
Objective: Destroy
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]
Allies: [member="Meeristali Peradun"]

Sarge looked at the man, head tilting ever so slightly to one side. Every Sith had a specialty; some were Alchemists, some were Illusionists, others were Mentalists. The latter were roughly analogous with just enough differences to warrant separate titles. He'd found that, in regards to specialties, all Sith were dangerous. They were also lunatics.

If you were really unlucky, they were lunatics with timers.

He called those 'Sith with a plan.'

This one had a plan.

Which meant he saw a larger picture than the others. He wouldn't be standing there talking if he weren't assured of something else, and that meant Sarge couldn't trust a word out of his lips. Left gauntlet raising, he squeezed the trigger once.

Twin .75 caliber HE rounds erupt from the barrel of his bolter, aimed for just in front of the feet of the man and his charge. Shooting straight at them risked destabilizing the generator, shooting at the floor meant he scuffed the buff job and, potentially, shredded their bodies with shrapnel and explosive charge. "I see what you wish me to see, Sith." He says bluntly, knowing better than to not expect a mind trick at some point.

One of these karkers in here was probably going to try to pull a fast one - if they weren't already - and that meant everything was suspect.
 
LOCATION: Ahto City Proper - NORTH
OBJECTIVE 1 ( One ): Protect the Hyper-Buoyancy Generator from incoming Sith forces.
ALLIES: Republic & TEAM BRAVO:
[member="Odeyseis"]
[member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
[member="Reid Anaxoid"]
[member="Ket Van-Derveld"]
[member="Nefertari Sovint"]

FOES: Team H [NORTH]:
[member="Darth Helios"]
[member="Skorn Draclau"]
[member="Nulgath Zardai"]
[member="Xhexania"]
[member="Ludolf Vaas"]


NPC Post :

Many of the Republic dropships em ever reached the ground, this was due to the Sith soldiers relentlessly firing rocket after rocket towards them. If the ground forces were going to make any real progress, the Blackblade Guards must be exterminated. Soon enough the word of the whereabouts of the Sith soldiers was forwarded through the various communication channels before finally arriving at the commanding officer. The officer was experienced, he knew about his limited resources and he also knew what had to be done.

“All available bombers and artillery units concentrate fire on the building surrounding the generators. Even if means destroying half the city, I want those Sith dead and our reinforcements to move up!”

Almost instantly, artillery rounds could be seen being launched into the air and eventually reaching their destination. Along with the artillery, bombers approached the targets and released their payload on the unexpecting victims. The sheer force of the bombs and artillery shells was enough to make the ground surrounding the generators shake, it was a message to the Sith that the Republic reinforcements had arrived and in full force. Like dominos the buildings collapses one after another, crushing all that were present inside. After the initial barrage, many of the experienced Blackblade Guards had fled the building and consequently, would survive. There was no doubt that these remaining troops would cause the Republic ground reinforces trouble, but it was almost impossible to find the rest in the large mounds of rubble that now lay on the streets.

PC Post:

With the battle raging on Slate and his men still receded behind there now minuscule amount of cover. Their battle of attrition with the Sith infantry would not last long as the majority of the Sergeant Major’s men were cut down by the turrets moments ago. However a new fresh voice crackled through the comm link, explaining that the turrets were temporarily hijacked but now they were back under control. It was obvious that the voice belonged to a woman, but not a young girl like Slate had spoken to earlier. Eventhough whoever it was communicating through the channel may not of be able to be trusted, the safety of Slate's men came first and the safest place was the shelter of the corridors. "Fall back into the corridor, the turrets should be down!" As ordered, many of his remaining force filed into the corridor. Unknown to them however, they were stepping into a greater danger.

As began to make his way towards the corridor a lot with his fellow soldier he noticed thin streaks travelling through the sky that seemed to originate from miles away. It wasn't only him who noticed them, as some soldier who had yet to fall back had paused to try and figure out what these obstruction in the sky were. Before Slate was able to identify what these small streaks were, they hit the ground with an explosive force. An explosive force that caused various buildings to fall after the primary blast, this was some serious firepower. Many of the enemy infantry were distracted by the situation happening behind them and therefore could not be prepared for what would happen next. “FIRE!” Slate shouted to his remaining fighting force who were outside of the structure. Almost immediately after, the battle torn soldiers stood from there cover and unloaded round after round into their Sith opponent.

The enemies were caught of guard and therefore many of them fell. Some still managed to survive. The forces were now evenly matched, but the battle of attrition would still continue. Slate would fire the last round of his magazine before he turned towards the corridor and shouted yet another command. "I'll hold them off for as long as I can, set up another defence line behind these blast doors!" This could've been considered bravery to some, or suicide to others but to Slate, it was his duty as a soldier and as an acting officer.

[member="Vrag"]
 

Vaudin Miir

Planetary President of Iktotch
Location: Heckabigfreakin rift

Objective: Objective two
Axis:
[member="Darth Elecebra"] [member="Viktor Romanov"] [member="Darth Layil"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Xilo Gale"] [member="Vaermina"] [member="Darth Tsolan"] [member="Yusan Fenn"] [member="Darth Vivaldi"] [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Darth Praelior"]

Allies: Fish? [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] @Objective two Pubsies.


The Selkath were now one and a half battalions strong and very displeased. The Aleph and Besh companies (i think) continued to engage enemies around the rift and were now done setting up a secure perimeter around the rift. The use of highpowered harpoons, sonic rifles and underwater lasers would be used on the vong and sith troopers. The vong would perhaps be able to resist harpoons and even lasers but crab wasn't immune to sonic waves any more than anything was. The battle ensued and the Selkath used their aquatic nature and knowledge of the terrain to their advantage.

The Krakana squadron continued to fire on the progenator capture team the 9 under water fighters unloading with their 6 lasers each put the collective fire on the sith at 54 weapons designed for vehicle to vehicle combat. They were quickly aiming at the soldiers and carful to avoid the captured progenator until in a moment of clarity Vaudin's breah caught. He turned on the broad band comm that would be relayed planet wide.

"The progenator has been killed. I say again the Sith forces have murdered the progenator." Vaudin announced to the planet and republic forces, "The creature credited with probably the single most lives saved and healed in the galaxy has been killed by a greedy sith kill squad. All republic forces PUSH THEM BACK."

The Selkath heavy weapons battalion began firing on the sith forces and vehicles even more determinedly than they already were. They began concentrating fire on the highest threat targets first and waiting until they fell before they moved to other threats. The attack subs poured sonic waves and laser blast though the waves. Miles beneath the surface unknowing what the conditions in the city may be The republic was fighting a war and they weren't backing down. Their losses thus far had been minor and the Sith had lost the Rift proper. They would have to cut through 800 angry troops and 21 attack craft before they would control the seas. Argh...have at thee.


Selkath Forces
3rd Rift Battalion: 480
A Company(200) Station relief - Republic (180 killed)
B Company (200)Station Securing - SIlk (180 killed)
C Company (200) Defending Rift
D Company (200) Locking Down and Defending Kolto harvesters

Krakana Squadron:
Wing 1: Assaulting Fleeing Submersibles
Wing 2: Defending Rift perimeter
Wing 3: Assaulting Dark Water Security

Selkath 1st Heavy Weapons Batallion: 800
A Company(180, 3 attack craft) Rift reinforcement
B Company (180, 3 attack craft) Engaging Dark Water
C Company (180, 3 attack craft) Focusing on Vong
D Company (180, 3 attack craft) Focusing on Vong
 

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