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

[Xilo Gale]

Location: Kolto Facility
Objective 2: Have some fun with the jedi
Allies: [member="Viktor Romanov"]
Enemies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Kian Karr"] Jedi/Republic

Listening as the jedi jumped off the ground and into the air Xilo was even able to see the jedi fly past him into the air. Xilo would bend forward using his flexibility to see the jedi coming back down with his saber in an attempt to take off Xilo's leg. Not even worrying about it Xilo didn't retreat his extended leg but left it out as bait for the jedi and when the chance came his other leg would lash out in a kick at the jedi's arms to push the blade off course as well as propelling Xilo away from the jedi. Where once landing upon the ground he would taise the sonic pistol at the jedi firing once again trying to intercept him before he touched the ground. Using the metal floor as leverage Xilo was able to keep his aim steady. The jedi just didn't realize how much of a loosing battle they were fighting, even if they killed Xilo and Viktor there would be no point. The sith had all but won here, they'd just be better off leaving, but Xilo knew they wouldn't they were jedi. They were the defenders of the light and all that crap he didn't care about.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: Ahto City Proper - Ahto City South
Objective :

• Objective Number One - Destroy the Hyper bouncy generator
• Be a Vessel of the Eye of the Dark Lord -- Of the Chosen of Vahl.
• Fight a Kitty -- Make him puuuuuuurrr

Allies: | Darth Nephthys | [member="Vaermina"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Viktor Romanov"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]
Foes: Republic/Jedi [member="Meeristali Peradun"]
Music: Imperatrix Mundi


"Well well well... hello kitten," The voice would purr out with a thrum of power, a deep wolfish grin cresting across the petite Lord's face. Her hand would reach to her side, and from there, the elongated black yorrik coral lightsaber hilt would be drawn.

A bright swath of violet would flash to life in a snap hiss, reflecting against the wall beside her.

Her brows would arch up, "Careful now... we wouldn't want you to get wet when Ahto sinks!" she'd sneer out, extending her right hand to send strands of force lightning to the prowling Felacatian. Arcs of cerulean blue would crackle as the scent of ozone would fill the air, streaking from the extended slender digits to the Jedi Knight.

Shapeshifted or not, she would claim the male for her own. He would bend. He would kneel.

And he would prostrate to the Goddess before Ahto sank.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Location: The Phobos​

Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Sith fleet; command ship​

Allies: [member="Sabena Shai"] | [member="Sopher"]​

Enemies: [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] | [member="Lara Zambrano"] | Yammosk​

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Lira stood in front of the mask brain like creature in awe, the doorway acting as an arch that seemed to enunciate the beasts great presence. For a moment, Lira was simply stunned.​

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The Jedi Knight felt her heart pounding in her chest, felt her head throb, her mind race, but she did as she was told. It was an odd thing, following the creatures words, but she did. With slow deliberate steps Lira moved into the Yammosks chamber. Behind her the door slowly slid shut with an organic squishing noise that was more than slightly unsettling.​

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The Echani stood before the Yammosk.​

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A mind, and a warrior.​

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It was in her mind, it could read her intent. Lira knew that they could do such things, Yammosks were telepathic, they were linked to other Yuuzhan Vong biots in a way not entirely known, yet unlike other Yuuzhan Vong biots they did not sit outside of the Force. It was known that Yammosks could sense Jedi, but like Jedi could sense other life forms.​

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She assumed this sense extended outward, extended towards her and read why she was here. Or perhaps the massive brain had simply worked it out on its own, they were intelligent enough to control entire fleets after all, smart enough to adapt in the tactics of war on a dime.​

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Lira looked at it, her hand reaching towards her helmet.​

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She felt compelled to see it with her own eyes, to face it, to show the creature that she wasn't afraid. The seals on her armor hissed, and the blue glow surrounding her bright white hair seemed to disappear. With a small scoop she pulled the helmet from her face, holding it with her free hand. The Yammosk twitched slightly, its tentacle like appendages fluttering about and its massive brain like head shifting slightly as if to get a better view.​

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Concern plastered Lira's face.​

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She stopped.​

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Was this thing concerned for her? Was it worried about her? No. It was trying to manipulate her. Right? She frowned, emerald eyes falling on the Yammosk. The thing was hideous really, ugly as all sin and truly horrifying if one really thought about it, but it was alive, and thats what mattered.​

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“I need you to die.” Lira said quietly.​

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The Yammosk remained silent for what seemed like an age. Lira could hear the sounds of biots moving. Slight breathing noises, the movement of walls, the shifting of tentacles.​

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Then it spoke.​

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For some unknown reasons those words stung her beyond all belief. She wanted to say something, to protest, to tell the creature that it was wrong, that killing wasn't necessary, but she knew it was a lie. It didn't matter how many she hadn't killed on her journey to this room, it didn't matter how many she had spared. They were all about to die anyway.​

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It was a simple truth.​

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A reality.​

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Her head began to shake, her body following, as if she didn't want to believe it, as if she was trying to deny the self evident truth of what was happening all around her. She didn't want this, but she knew it had to happen. She knew she had to do it, to save her friends, to save Manaan.​

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"I..." She paused for a moment, she didn't want to, she didn't want to ask. "I need you to do it."​

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There was no other way to put it.​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Ahto East
Objective: Get out of dodge
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Republic

• [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

Music: The Destroyer by HIMSA

The Grandmaster was secured in a holding cell in the back of the shuttle as the soldiers loaded on some last minute supplies into the shuttle, and then quickly shuffled into the vessel as the pilots began launch sequence. Word from the perimeter defense would report a lone Jedi approaching the landing zone, and a single command from the Sith Lord would spur those forces into action to try and intercept the Jedi and eliminate her if possible, but the best possible outcome was that they would play for time so the shuttle could escape. The shuttle's engines roared with a furious eruption of wind and fire that blew away any loose debris around the ship, and began to rise into the sky. However; the ship would come to a screeching halt roughly two hundred feet above the broken ground as the Jedi began to exert her telekinetic will against the very ship itself, pulling against it with the Force in order to try to stop it's ascent into the heavens.

Vornskr would frown as he unbuckled himself and opened the cargo hatch, making sure his boots were magnetically gripped to the metal underneath him before he stepped out onto the declining door. He flexed his armored hands and stared down at the Jedi attempting to intercept their escape, and with his own powers he reached out to her with a great show of magnificent darkness that attempted to batter in against her mind to try and sever her concentration the ship itself. He cried out with his mind as he unleashed his vile malignancy against her, "Your power means nothing, Jedi! Your faith? Even less! Now witness the power of the Dark Side!" An explosion of mental energy formed itself into an invisible spear, and hurled itself directly at the Jedi's mind as a massive pin-pointed assault as he ship continued to fight against the force keeping it idle.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Ahto City – within Hyperbuoyancy Generator Room
OBJECTIVE ONE: Disable generator so we can all finally have a nap.
ALLIES: [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
FOES: Nearby: [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"]

Their conversation sounded muffled, the words tossed back and forth between Carach and the stranger a drone in the background of her concentration. For a moment she’s almost lost in their metronome, mellow incantations for her communion with the generator. Shrapnel flew in sharp whistles, orange-red glow of emotion floating beneath her eyelids accompanying their arc. Somewhere in her pain the pegboard game, the journey along the gears and tubing of the generator, had become all-encompassing, dream-like. She worked alongside Carach, spidering up the guts of the machine parallel to his search – tandem, cooperation made easier by familiarity.

Even within the illusion, through pain, she could feel when Gabriel entered the complex. I’m here. Relief, perhaps one of the few times a sane creature would feel that emotion at that Lord’s appearance. She didn’t respond, answering with a sharp break in the rush of her pain for just a moment before it renewed, not wanting to push the issue any farther with telepathic communication when she knew how he felt about it. But she’d had to. It couldn’t be said that Matsu needed others to fight her battles for her – on the contrary, if he had been embattled, on the cusp of victory, she would have found another way to press her power forward. But she’d called him because she fed from him as he fed from her, devouring the ancient, a strength particular to him that she could make tangible and useful. Thank you, thank you...

Anchoring down she turned his tasting of her pain backwards, a springboard for a ricochet between them until she’d drifted so deeply in to her efforts she almost didn’t realize she didn’t have to use more than a cursory hold now – the generator was in their grip, the touch of her power light next to Carach’s, relaxed trigger-finger.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: On a dropship
Objective: To be the Shield
Allies: [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Kana Truden"]
Enemies: n/a
Theme: Rescue

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-Ztaw9Zc2Y

Corvus was aware of the concern on Sera’s face. She was a Jedi after all and deserved to know the truth. But the look on the Padawan's face was worrying. For it must reflect what she saw on Corvus’ own. Looking to pull herself together, she listened to Sera. “Shrapnel we’d best leave to someone more qualified unless you need it taken out urgently. But yes, the wounds I’m capable of.” She closed her eyes and lay her hand on the largest of the gashes. White tendrils coalesced around her hand and the skin knitted where the Force was present. “Of course, they’ll have to open you up again to get the metal out, but at least you won’t bleed all over my new robes.” It was a lame joke. But that was par for the course for Corvus anyway.

But now was not the time for sharing the news she’d just received. That would come later. And she was shaken from her thoughts by someone else jumping on-board. Well at least Sanya was safe. “Good to have you aboard young Padawan,” she said and gave her a comforting smile. But then she heard Sera call for the pilot to change course as another Jedi had fallen. She was aware that Sanya was also tending to Sera’s wounds but that – inevitably – all eyes were on her. She’d have to tell them.

Despite her manufactured defences, sometimes emotions leaked through. And that was always a bad sign as she could count on the fingers of one hand the people she had that strong a link to – and she’d still have three digits left over. Fear washed over her.

And she felt the pain before the voice. ‘I’m... Afraid.’ She tried to block the words out; she didn’t want to hear them. Was it Kana’s voice or her own?

Just what was happening to her? She’d already been abrupt to the point of rude. Perhaps the words of Balaya were still ringing in her ears. Was she a coward, fit only to wander the battlefield picking up the wounded? Although there was no shame in that role, the suggestion that she hid behind it hurt more than she’d care to let on. To anyone.

As the dropship veered to the left, she was greeted by the sight of a square and in the middle stood the destroyed remains of a fountain. And sitting next to it, no doubt being propped up by it, was Kana.

They bundled her into the dropship as quickly but as carefully as they could. Her injuries were bad and she needed an experienced healer. But Corvus could prevaricate no longer. They were Jedi and she had to tell them.

“I have some grave news…”

 

[Kana Truden]

LOCATION: Nowhere important - Leaving
OBJECTIVE:

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  Leave this hellhole
  

ALLIES:
The Galactic Republic: [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'Tah"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]

ENEMIES:
The One Sith: [Faction Members]

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The sound of engines reached out through the air. The indecipherable humming of salvation or death. Kana thrust her eyes open and slowly got up from the ground. No matter who it was, no matter what they did she would still rather face them on her feet than cowering in a pit of her own self-pity and fear. She was a jedi and she had to act like one, or at least try. The loading ramp opened and as she readied herself for another scrap she was instead met with calm, a presence unlike any presence. The presence.

The first step toward the ship brought her to her knee. Her shoulder cried out as her left arm came to land on the bent right knee and her eyes wandered for the wound. What had once been a beige jumpsuit had become a grim pallette of ash, grime and blood; blood that had pooled up into a soggy mess on her upper arm. Her head was spinning and each step that followed the other had her nauseous. She needed to reach that ship, she needed to reach Corvus.

As she got closer one of the men jumped out, a helping hand as they ushered her into the shuttle ready to get the hell out of there. They let her lay down on the floor and with a pained grunt she took the spot and planted her cheek on the cold dusty metal ground. They weren’t safe yet but for now she already had everything she needed.

She hazily rose from the floor and looked around the shuttle. There was Master Raaf, Seraphina and some other Padawan she did not know. Corvus spoke up, grave news.

“Is there any other kind?” Kana coughed. Her throat as dry as the deserts of Tatooine. “Anyone got a glass of-…” Her mind took a spin and she blinked it off. “-of water?”

Her shoulder was still bleeding. She should have attempted it before but for whatever reason the idea had jumped her mind. Perhaps it was time to fix that. With the gentle touch of her hand she made sure not to let her dirty hands get in contact with the wound any more than it already had.

“It’s like soldering. Solder the wires back together.” Kana repeated quietly to herself as she focused her efforts on closing the wound. “Let the force accelerate it…”

Healing the prick of a needle was nothing compared to an actual wound. A fact that in itself should have been obvious as the wound slowly started to close itself. The progress on that however was not something that merely took a few seconds. At least not for a beginner such as Kana. She really should have spent more time practicing in the archives.

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Location: Ahto City, Kolto Facility
Allies: [member="Kian Karr"] - [member="James Mathison"] - [member="Qae Shena"] - [member="Corvus Raaf"] - The Republic
Enemies: [member="Xilo Gale"] - [member="Viktor Romanov"] - One Sith
Objective 2: Hold the Kolto Facility

Xilo was many things. He was a rage filled Sith with a number of tricks up his sleeve. He was crafty and quick thinking. Even more, he was an increasingly capable warrior. One thing that Varus had realized for certain, however, was that Xilo was insane. Insane because he seemed to think that the battle they were fighting on Manaan was one that they were going to win, but Varus was confident that these Sith would be turned away, just like the Jedi had managed to do to them when they'd tried to clench Zeltros only months prior.

They had no foothold on Manaan, and it was far too slippery a planet not to have an advantage on. They were out of their element, on unfamiliar turf and fighting to claim a planet full of humanoids that much preferred the current occupation of the Jedi. The natives and long standing residents of other species that had inhabited Manaan would always fight the Sith, whether or not they had been able to sway things in their favor. To his last breath, Varus would make sure that this would never happen. Xilo wasn't going to win the standoff between the pair of them, and the Sith were certainly not taking this precious planet from the republic. Not by a long shot.

When Xilo kicked with his opposite leg, Varus took the hit across his arm and his saber was batted away, though he clutched the weapon tight and didn't lose his grip on it as they flew through the air. When his attack had failed, however, Varus disengaged his saber, the violet light disappeared once more, and so did his form, again cast in darkness that surrounded them, but that wouldn't help him avoid Xilo's next attack. The Sith had already seen his trajectory, and he aimed at where he was about to land in but a few moments, the sonic waves rushing out towards where Varus was heading.

That's when Varus did the only thing that he could think to do and held out both hands in front of him, palms facing the floor. When he was about five feet from the ground, Varus mustered a powerful wave of the force that rushed from his hands and ruptured against the metal floor below him, reverberating in an instant and popping him right back across his legs and chest. This burst of the force lifted and threw him across the room about twenty or so feet past Xilo, and thought Varus was not looking forward to the landing, he had again avoided being stunned, or possible sent into a state of shock by Xilo's sonic blaster.

Landing with a powerful thud that echoed through the room, Varus let out a tuft of air in a grunt and rolled across the floor, ending up on his stomach, his right hand still clutching his unlit saber as he groaned and pushed himself up on his knees. He then forced himself to stand and stumbled through the darkness, making it to the tower he and the guards had been in when Xilo had first attacked. He scaled the steps of the tower and found himself in the metal covered room, his hands searching the floor for one of the men's blaster rifles, which he picked up and pulled against his shoulder before propping it up against the edge of the tower to find Xilo through the scope.

 

[Long Gone]

Location: South Ahto City
Objective: Cry over [member="Kiskla Grayson"], then leave and pretend this was all a bad dream.
Allies: Them Republic People
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] and the evil Sith!


Aaralyn buckled down as she saw the hatch opening and then the form of [member="Darth Vornskr"] make his grand appearance at the edge of the ramp. His words drove her to grip tighter, metal buckling underneath the might of her Force powers. She could see the vessel begin to break and the ground beneath her tremor against her power. Then she felt something – a tremor within the Force itself.

Her head snapped backwards in a quick motion which jolted her painfully and she lost her mental grip upon the vessel, flipping backwards in a heap of limbs and broken armor. Like a pest, she was swatted away – her concentration broken with a simple pinpointed "flick" one might say, even though it was more than that. She would hit the ground with a harsh thud that caused her to see little white speckles of stars and take her breath away but not prevent her from gazing upwards at the shrinking form of Vornskr and his shuttle as it made it's way into the skies above.

There was nothing she could do but watch helplessly as her friend was taken by a darkness unfathomable. She would groan softly, rolling to her side to prop herself up on and elbow and then push up to her knees. Her hands would find her temples and begin to rub gingerly. There was nothing to be done now, or could be done but retreat and regroup. She simply reached out through the Force, searching for the mind of her former Padawan - [member="Corvus Raaf"].

When she touched it, she sent a simple missive:

‘Corvus – The Grandmaster has been taken.’

A simple message, nothing dramatic or over the top. She'd get the point.

She quickly made her way up and off her knees, growling in her throat in pain. Yes, the Sith had one this time but hopefully she had reminded them of who she was - and that she was far from out of the fight. Her body shifted in the direction of the Southern Hanger and took off in a dead sprint towards it - She'd find her XJ-7 and leave this forsaken place.

Spoiler

OOC - Exiting mostly cause I'm sick IRL and not able to keep up with stuff atm. Had a real blast guys!

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location 3: Ahto City Proper-North
Objective: Destroy the Hyper-Buoyancy Gnerator
Allies: [member="Darth Praelior"], [member="Alaki"]
Enemies: Republic, [member="Slate Estrada"]


The time had come to finally destroy the generator and sink this fish-smelling city into the sea. Thousands more of the locals would perish and many more would struggle to survive but that was not Xhexania's concern. They should have known this was a battle they couldn't win and yet, they stood their ground and fought, their blind ignorance overriding their common sense. History will speak of those that gave their lives during the invasion, remembered for their bravery and defying the oppression of the Sith. Xhexania will remember them as fools and cowards.

She saw no bravery only fleeing Jedi. She saw no defiance only the submissiveness to the combine strength of the Sith. The Jedi and the Republic will cast the finger of blame at the Sith while trying to maintain they did their best. If the truth of what really transpired during the invasion came out, the citizens of the Republic would cast the finger of doubt at them and its remaining worlds would abandon them seeking the shelter and protection of the Sith.

"Our orders are simple," Xhexnia said to the Chiss standing next to her. "We are to cut through the doors...kill any in our path...and connect with the forces led by Lord [member="Reverance"]. This day will be ours!" The crimson blade hissed into existence as Xhexania activated her lightsaber, then drove the blade into the durasteel doors. The blade moved into a square pattern big enough to allow passage into the facility. "Keep an eye out for the enemy while I get us past the door," the young Sith said over her shoulder.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: In a gunship
Objective: Acknowledgement for [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

Funny how when you think of someone, they seem to respond. No sooner had Corvus felt Kana's message when she felt another presence, lightly brushing her mind.

The words confirmed what she already feared. The last time this had happened, she was a young Padawan and was frustrated she couldn't respond. This time she wish she didn't have to.

'I know...Keep safe.'

And she wondered how many more would fall before this day was over. But before melancholy set in, a distant light out to sea caught her eye. It looked like a candle. A candle in the dark. And she smiled. Incongruous though it was, she looked to the positive.

And it seems to me, you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never fading with the sunset
When the rain sets in

It was time to stand up and be counted. It's what Jedi did.

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Location 3: Dropship exiting Manaan.
Objective: Return to Ossus.
Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"]
Enemies: None

Music:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3H-57xD70Ns
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Sliding herself over to make room as the Republic soldiers helped Kana climb aboard, she let out a substantial sigh of relief. "It's good to see you, master." She placed her hand on Kana's shoulder and smiled "Let's get the hell out of here." The Twi'lek closed her eyes, took in a deep breath and thought of all that was lost on this day. Innocent civilians, nothing more than collateral damage to the Sith. Who knows how many, slaughtered for nothing. How many Jedi had fallen today? How many Republic soldiers would be brought back to their families? How many more lost among the rubble, or to the ocean's cold embrace. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked out toward the burning city of Ahto. She didn't need confirmation, she could feel the losses all around her. They stung like thousands of needles. She looked away from the others to dry her eyes.

Sera sat up next to Kana as she worked the Force to mend some of her wounds. She listened and watched, impressed that in her condition she still had the vigor to accomplish the task at hand. "Master, perhaps you should rest, we'll be out of here soon." She looked down at her belt, lifting the two halves of her precious green saber up to examine. Her mind returned angrily to [member="Xhexania"] , "Sith Schutta." Sera gritted her teeth and curled her nose. "I'll see you again someday. That much I promise you."

Sera had heard Corvus speak, but she had shifted her focus to Kana by the time the words came. "What is it, Master Raaf? "

 

[Khallesh]

The hot press of bodies rushed forwards. Chazrach shrieked and died at the front of the charge; Yuuzhan Vong warriors called their booming battle cries from the rear. It was an intoxicating mix of pain and passion. They had charged almost as soon as the flash and boom had heralded a line of carefully placed blorash jelly releasing the blast doors from the wall.

Khallesh' keen eyesight could see the faces of the Republic soldiers on the walls now. The security they had felt in having comrades-at-arms all about and a solid defence would be evaporating. The Chazrach died in droves, as was their duty, but they kept pressing on. Nag Hul now flittered around the heads of the defenders, preventing them from taking clear shots.

As they approached the wall the first ranks of Chazrach effectively formed a living platform. Khallesh took two great bounds and bounced off the back of a reptoid. It grunted under her, pathetic creatures. They deserved their pitiful existence. She displayed great agility as she leapt for the wall, just catching the edge with her left hand.

A soldier leant over the wall, lowering his rifle to gun her down. Khallesh' right arm snapped up, her amphistaff striking out fervently. It wrapped around the human's neck in a flesh, and then sank its teeth deep. It's tail end stayed wrapped around her wrist and Khallesh pulled down hard. Now she effectively had a rope to climb. The soldier clung to the defences as Khallesh pulled herself up. Even though the amphistaff had coiled tightly enough to cut off the blood to his brain and given him a dose of venom for good measure, Khallesh used her Coufee to suit his throat, showing the warriors who followed in her wake with crimson gore.

The Republic soldiers were shouting too quickly for her to pick out the words, but their panic was clear. She slashed the amphistaff to her left and right with lightening speed, the razor sharp edge of the tail cutting through their armour with ease.

The next soldier held his ground, firing a bolt at close range right into her midriff. The hot pain was intense as some of the blast made its way through to her skin and she was dropped to the ground. The route was in full flow however, another pair of warriors left over her and carried on the attack. The stubborn hunter swore under her breath, slowly pushing herself up off the ground. A Yuuzhan Vong wouldn't ask another for help up. Staying low she checked the damage. The skin was blistered and burned, but it was a secondary wound.

The eastern side of the facility was littered with corpses: Chazrach, humans and even a few Yuuzhan Vong.

"What is the status of the target?" Khallesh called into her villip, taking a tactical pause. According to her blaze bug there were already friendly forces inside the facility.

It seemed it might be mopping up time...

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Location: Ahto North
Objective: Destroy Generator
Allies: One Sith [member="Xhexania"] [member="Alaki"] [member="Reverance"] @Matsu Xaingu
Enemies: Republic/Jedi @Whoever is left inside

Balaya paused looking for something... anything. That another apprentice moved through and joined them brought her attention around with a yawn almost. She had been expecting something... she had been expecting anything. Disappointment in their work and action, the greatsaber still slicing as it went through and she could sense the others. Her energies coming out more while she had nothing else to expel and use them on. She wanted something to face, wanted something to deal with and these jedi were retreating. She turned her attention to the apprentice who had joined them and the chiss was not an unwelcomed sight. At least it meant there was plenty of open space for them to get through.

A small sucking of air through her teeth and Balaya was looking upon her greatsaber as it came out. The hole being met with her boot as the smaller troopers started to flood in and go as back up. They didn't attack yet, no need to, she spoke into the comlink. "We are in on the north, jedi have retreated leaving this second blast door exposed and we have gotten through." SHe looked down at the two more in just surprise, hoping, wanting a trap inside. It would make things actually be worth it maybe... something attacking them and finally she could do something but doubt was in her mind to that. The closest she had to someone who might put up a fight was [member="Kana Truden"] and she had been absent the battle.

"Head inside, destroy the generator and then we leave." She said it quickly motioning for them to go forward while the sounds of everything else came. "Apprentice, pull the titan back, there is no need of it, load it up and take it to Krayt for them to find a use of it. Sector five forces get to your ships and prepare. We are going to sink this city and leave." Her eyes flicked around before going through the hole behind the troopers. Confirmation chirps and beeps came while she looked on speaking. "Lord [member="Reverance"] we are inside."

Elara looked at the screens and she was making ready, they had one titan loaded up, had seen republic troopers and been ignored.. a sad day but more then enough time as the second one being brought back on its cords and drop ships was room made for it. They had planned to use it but no forces resisting meant it was a waste of ammo. She was rather saddened by the reactions or lack thereof. Seemed no one was trying to stop the city from being sunk now they were just trying to do something she guessed. Moving through the ship while they began setting up she spoke. "Make sure everything is ready, the forces are starting to get into the generator areas and that means the master will be expecting perfection in this." She kept moving as the soldiers were setting up on the ramp of the ship.

 

[Bubák]

Location: Ahto North
Objective: Destroy the Generator
Allies: One Sith [member="Xhexania"] [member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"]
Enemies: Republic/Jedi @Whoever is left inside

Acknowledging the orders with a nod, Alaki watched the Sith Acolyte impale the door with her crimson lightsaber, vaporizing some of the metal and turning more into an orange water-like boiling liquid that quickly became solid again as it poured down the metal frame of the door, hissing. The hardened durasteel offered some resistance, obviously making it harder to cut a hole through the door as the Sith slowly moved her blade through the closed entrance, the scent of sea mixing with the smell of burnt plastic and metal that soon flooded the area. In a way, it was pretty impressive what a thick panel of durasteel could do; lightsabers usually vaporized matter so quickly their wielders felt as if they hit nothing but air, which in combination with the weightless blade made the weapon so hard for non-Force users to handle.

Spinning on the balls of her feet, noting the soldiers have already assumed their positions and sought cover behind rubble and dead bodies of the Republic soldiers lying on the ground, the blue skinned teenager ignited the orange blade of Lord Vader, her senses reaching out through the Force to know if any enemies approached. The determined look on her faced showed she felt more than ready to defend the two Sith in her back if necessary, to stop any mercenary, soldier, or Jedi attempting to get to them. Despite her focus, or maybe because of it, the fallen Padawan could clearly hear the massive Zeltron’s words of the Jedi retreating. Excitement and glee filled Alaki’s heart, as it strongly suggested the Republic forces have decided to abandon the planet to its fate. This greatly proved the Sith teachings to be right, the Dark Side to be superior, the Republic to be weak. Weaklings did not deserve to have any sort of word in the galaxy, as their weakness poisoned those who listened to them. The Selkath in the city were weak as a result of their allegiance to the Republic and most of them would die as a result, their city alongside their hope sinking to the bottom of the endless ocean. As unfortunate as it was, the weak had to be reminded of their place in the galaxy.

A loud metallic thud came from behind her back, telling Alaki the hole was ready. The Sith soldiers poured inside first, followed by the two Sith. Sparing one last moment to look back, the Chiss offered the dead a silent glance and followed the Sith, moving through the hole, careful not to touch the glowing edges of the cut. The young girl held her amber-shining lightsaber in a vertical fashion, not expecting any Jedi inside, rather than troopers. For that reason, she assumed a mobile defensive stance of Form V; while she moved forward, she would be more than capable of blocking many shots fired her way. Not all, obviously, still having a long way to go before she mastered the style, but she felt fairly confident. Not many things could go wrong with when a Sith Lord and an Acolyte accompanied her.

 

[Sabena Shai]

The Phobos
To those nearby,
[member="Mordecai Zambrano"], [member="Lara Zambrano"], [member="Sopher"], [member="Lira Dajenn"]​

Still with heavy, exhausted breath, Sabena remained on her knee as [member="Sopher"] quickly ran up to her. His extended hand was not immediately met by Sabena’s. She remained as she was for several more seconds.

Looking at [member="Lara Zambrano"], Sabena saw that she still appeared to be alive. Her eyes looked to [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] as he smiled at Lara. She heard him ask for her name.

As Mordecai put his helmet back on, Sabena grabbed the hand that Sopher had extended with her own left hand - expecting to be pulled up onto her feet. She seemed to be too weak to walk unassisted. In Sabena’s right hand was still Mordecai’s lightsaber that she had plucked from the pile of Yorik-Coral debris.

Just before Sopher would have had the time to attempt to take Sabena away, the young woman looked at Mordicai and gave him what he sought in a soft voice, “Sabena… Shai…”

 

[Reverance]

Location: Generator Room
Objective: Continue to wait...(Redundant post, not really doing anything - objective 1)
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Darth Praelior"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Alaki"], [member="Xhexania"], One Sith
Enemies: No one anymore, maybe [member="Meeristali Peradun"]?, [member="Spark Finn"], [member="Qun Vell"]
Theme:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsQAwDU4auc&list=PLdfMSdUdznh6MNen7gG4r5iK9BQUbqOsL&index=6​

A torn leaf tossed about the wind, taken from limb to stumble upon ground and stone. Where it went, only the stirring gales could discern, a life dictated by the slow movement of water. Its transgressions and carved path of flow against disturbed soil was the mark of a journey taken often before, the path of least resistance. Between roots, beneath them, and above them, the life decomposes as it should with the ticking of a time governed not by worldly measurement, but by its own otherworldly predilection to do so. It’s preordained nature to garnish the rise and fall of spectacles beneath it, the currency of its own livelihood given freely. A leaf that turns from pebble and cobble finds its path burdened, finds the sudden turning of the world much to its own discomfort. The things that would cause harm are shunned and in their own innocence, everything else is forsaken in the wake of avoidance. A life without pain, a life without pleasure, and the flow goes on without stopping, without ever knowing the pain of things erased and things forgotten. A life goes on without knowing the torment of loss, the pleasure of victory, and the spectrum that lied between. Because the leaf feared its own downfall, it failed to exist in the first place, bud abandoned upon branch to form a lasting and ignored scar. What sort of life was that, to always worry about the things that never happened in the shadow of things that could have, if only for the lack of push and the tussle that followed? One finds the decaying nature of regret and remorse mixed with one another in a life absent the rise and fall, a flat plane of existence that blurred the line between nothingness and something closely resembling it. What was the point, if not to stir impact in some meaningful way?

The leaf falls from the branch and fights its own descent, a fruitless endeavor that bears no purpose beyond the delay of the inevitable. It tosses and turns against its own weight, questioning how such a thing could happen, how gravity could be so cruel! How could senescence be so forceful? Why is the universe so filled with misery that things that should be taken are often taken with ease? It was the will of physicality that in the realm of equals, those of nuanced initiative and creativity could find a way. The top spins and wobbles and everyone stares, pregnant with anticipation, wondering when it might stop. Yet no one has the heart to do it, to catch leaf from sky and crush inertia beneath weighted foot. No one but the Sith. They had the will to move forward and the power to complete task. Stagnant water stomped to see where the ripples formed. It was a natural progression and those running only delayed the inevitable. There time would come, leafs pulled from the branches, their slow glide to more earthly expanse an inescapable outcome. Someday, running wouldn't be enough and in his heart, Gabriel knew that the Jedi had to realize this.

The Sith Lord continued to hold his place in the folds of the force, feeling the presence of retreat soak the world in more ways than water ever could. It was a stink that found its way into the pores, into the duracrete, and into everything that could grip tight and never let go. The only true way to remove it was to destroy the city, and destroy it they would. The laughter from the Vong echoed through the facility like a strong deluge, the end more near then they could imagine, as their efforts precipitated in explosions and steaming acid against structural necessities. His communications beeped silently against the inside of his forearm, the moonlight shine transcribing words of arrival for another Voice. It was a thing ignored in the veil of its own light, hidden away by the usage of the force as the Sith Lord looked to focus on his own expenditure and the fate of [member="Matsu Xiangu"] and [member="Darth Carach"]. In his mind’s eye, the pain she felt circumvented her own nerves that would have once processed it and flowed freely upon him, as the feeling of losing an arm wrapped itself around his very aura. He tasted it and nourished it, like a thing forced to grow strong and embraced for the thorns grown across spine. She didn't need his help, he knew that much, but she asked for it and it would be delivered freely.

The time would come for them to leave this place and that time was quickly upon them, gently rapping upon broken blast door and damaged generators. All it took was another push, a tumble, and the city around them would capsize in vaulted and dancing glee, before sinking and smacking hard against ocean floor. He desired to see such a thing, just not with the current proximity he shared with his fellow Sith, deep in the belly of the beast currently condemned to execution.

Spoiler

The vong are still shooting stuff and rev is basically hiding. I just got kind of tired of saying the same thing over again

 

[Viktor Romanov]

Location: Kolto Facility
Objective Two: Decapattack
Allies: [member=Xilo Gale]
Enemies: [member=Varus Shatterstar], [member=Kian Karr]

Viktor had traded a leg for a leg, and it was well worth it. Even just slowing down the Jedi Master would even the playing field, so long as Viktor had his Beam Cannon he was sure to win. But he didn't have it, and Viktor was displeased to say the least about what had transpired. He managed to get in a standing position, although heavily favouring his right leg due to the damage on his left one. Viktor dipped the blades that protruded from his wrists into his nerve-poison sac that he kept with himself at most times, he had better vision than the Jedi master, who would only be able to see what the vision of the lightsabers would let him. So Viktor turned off his lightsaber to limit his enemies vision.

Viktor kept quiet so that he wouldn't give away his position, but he had to move slowly lest the leg be rendered completely useless. Viktor grabbed two of the spears that he had made earlier, the poison was still wet on them giving Viktor some hope. Viktor extended a wire from his wrist and then cut it with one of the blades, the wire was small and had good cutting power if sent flying fast enough. Viktor held both of the spears with the force as he threw one of his blades towards the masters weak leg, then sent them flying towards his neck, hoping to take the Kel Dor's head home as a trophy.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Generator Room
Objective: Continue to wait...(Redundant post, not really doing anything - objective 1)
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Darth Praelior"], [member="Vrag"], @Darth Nephthys, [member="Alaki"], One Sith
Enemies:: Come out, come out where ever you are!


The durasteel door had no longer struck the floor with a heavy thud when the Sith military rushed inside, engaging in a game of blaster fire with a handful of hold out Republican soldiers. Xhexania charged into the fray, knocking away a couple of shots aimed at her and rewarded her potential killers with a quick death. In matter of seconds the room had been swept clean of the enemy. A couple soldiers were sprawled on the floor, their agonies of pain echoing off the walls. Xhexania slowly walked past them and without a second thought dragged her crimson blade across their faces, putting an end to that annoying mewling. The room had officially been secured and what awaited them were several Republican hardware that had been left behind to be plundered and probed. No concern for such technological devices, she passed by them leaving them to be investigated by the Sith military techs as she made her way into the corridor; and to discover the situation with the main generator room.

Upon entering the corridor, she felt a powerful Dark Side presence in the vicinity, one unlike the one she felt from the Sith Lord who flew into the battle on a dragon, and when she probed at it, she felt the imprint of her Master on the owner. This presence was like a beacon of darkness and she was like a moth drawn to it. Moving slowly toward it, she glanced about at the carnage that now littered the facility and a wave of satisfaction overcame her. Victory was at hand. She ignored the presence for a moment as she reflected on the day's past events and though she would leave her without a Jedi's lightsaber, she had survived the battle and would take everything she learned as a life lesson. She had met the enemy on the battlefield, took several Republican soldier's lives, faced a Jedi, destroyed one of her precious lightsabers, and survived the irritating preaching from a Jedi Master. She had changed, became battle hardened as the Sith soldiers would say. Her only regret was that her Twi'lek Jedi had managed to elude her but the galaxy was not that big.

One day, Xhexania promised herself, they would meet again. And on that day, Xhexania would make the Twi'lek see the truth of the Dark Side and she would join them; or she would die for her refusal. As her Master taught her, not all victories ended in death. Xhexania had learned , through the wisdom of Master Xiangu, that one of the greatest victories she could achieve over an enemy was to turn them to your cause, with complete absolution. That was the destiny of the Jedi who got away.

Continuing down the corridor she felt the presence of the Dark Jedi moving up behind her. Without bothering to stop to acknowledge the female Chiss, Xhexania said, "You done well. Perhaps there is hope for you yet." Xhexania's shoulder began to throb from where the Jedi had managed to score a hit on her with a chunk of metal and rather than fight the pain, she welcomed it. In truth, she was tired, exhausted, and ready to leave this planet. If the chatter she heard from the Sith soldiers in regards of the Jedi Grandmaster falling held some truth, then her work was nearly done here. All that was let to accomplish was to see that generator destroyed and discover the mystery behind this presence; and find her Master.

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Location: Ahto City - outside generator facility
Objective 1: defend generator, seems quite the daunting task
Allies: All republic at generator
Foes: OS

I watched in horror as the sith troops poured into the facility. A group of about fifteen spotted me and came after me. I sighed as I ignited my lightsaber and moved into a Shii-Cho stance.
"Is there no end to these vermin?" I asked myself
A single bold one came at me first, receiving a brass-fisted upper hook to the side of his head. He fell to the ground, probably dead. Next, one-by-one or pair-by-pair they came, each lost their weapon arm. I took a blastpack from one of them and extinguished my blade.
I encountered my allies and joined them. At this point, their decision was mine as well.