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

[Lira Dajenn]

Location: The Phobos
Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Sith fleet; command ship
Allies: [member="Sabena Shai"] | [member="Sopher"]
Enemies: [member="Melakoth Tyrin"] | The Immortal

Lira ran.

She knew she wouldn't make it back to the Hangar, she knew that she couldn't run that fast, but she knew that the ship had to have some exit point, somewhere where she could get out. The helmet had been replaced on her head and the HUD was feeding her strings of data. She frowned, trying to map the confusing Vong ship.

Her comm-link activated and she yelled into the mic. “Sabena! Sopher! Get out! Now!”

It was an order. She was technically in charge of this mission, and if they didn't listen to her they would very likely die. The Phobos was very slowly eeking towards the Immortal, pushing its way through space and dragging towards its inevitable end. The ensuing explosion would be large, and they had to get away before anything else.

“You'll have to pick me up.” Lira said as she suddenly came to a jarring halt. There was no way she'd make it to the escape pods either. “I'll activate the beacon on my armor.”

Looking down at her saber-staff Lira got a dangerous idea.
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The Phobos is moving towards the Immortal. Will hit soon.

 

[Sabena Shai]

Location: The Phobos
Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Sith fleet; command ship
Allies: [member="Lira Dajenn"] | [member="Sopher"]
Enemies: [member="Melakoth Tyrin"] | The Immortal

Just before Sabena was helped toward the J-1 starfighters by [member="Sopher"], she heard [member="Mordecai Zambrano"]’s thanks. She looked back at him one more time - just as the medical officers came into view from one of the hallways of the hangar. Both Sabena and Sopher would have had enough time to make it to their starfighters before those entering the scene could react in any meaningful manner - them still being technically hostile forces.

Boarding one starfighter, Sabena sat down in the cockpick and quickly started it up. Sopher would have been able to use the only other starfighter in the hangar as well. As Sabena’s J-1 began to lift off, she somberly looked toward the pile of Yorik-Coral that had buried Trish.

Before Sabena could leave the hangar, she got a message through her comm-device. [member="Lira Dajenn"] warned her and Sopher to get off the ship. Sabena expedited the takeoff process and within seconds was launched out of the hangar of the Phobos.

Once her starfighter was out in space, Sabena looked up to see the Immortal approaching closely. Using the rest of the battle scene around her as a reference, Sabena was able to tell that it was the Phobos that was moving and her starfighter maintained the momentum it had while on the Phobos.

In order to avoid fire, Sabena kept close to the hull of the Phobos, hoping to avoid the line of fire of batteries due to fear of friendly fire as well as the general expectation of foes being far away from the ship.

Activating her comms, Sabena attempted to get a hold of Lira and asked, “What do you mean by pick you up?!”

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Location: The Phobos
Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Sith fleet; command ship
Allies: [member="Sabena Shai"] | [member="Sopher"]
Enemies: [member="Melakoth Tyrin"] | The Immortal

“I mean, find me, and pick me up.” She shouted into her comm-link as she ran. Lira was no longer heading towards the Hangar bays or Escape pods. Instead she took a course straight for the outer hull of the Yuuzhan Vong ship, dashing as fast as she had towards the Yammosk.

Within a few seconds she found her way to a long hallway that stretched the length of the carrier, one wall sitting directly on the outside of space. She looked around for a control panel, finding a small fleshy organ that seemed to do the trick. She struck it with her fist, and a loud squished slamming could be heard as doors closed on opposite sides of her. With a frown, she nodded then drew her saber-staff.

Checking everything was secure and that her armor was air tight, Lira ignited the blade.

The brilliant blue erupted in a flurry of a thrum, and without hesitation Lira plunged it into the wall of Yuuzhan Vong Carrier. The Yorik Coral hissed, but like Durasteel it began to melt under the intense heat of the plasma, the slight hiss of oxygen could be heard. With one quick subtle motion, and preparing herself to flex and be pulled out into space, Lira carved a massive doorway into the side of ship.

Almost as soon as the two glowing trails touched each other the vacuum of space pulled at her.

The doorway of Yorik Coral was ripped out into space and Lira along with it. Her hand shot out, and with an iron strong grip she grasped onto the super heated side of the doorway she carved, the Durasteel and Armorweave keeping her from compromising her armor completely.

She held on until the pull of oxygen stopped, and then she looked out into the void of space. “Sabena?”

Lira called into the blackness, her armor giving off a signal.
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The Phobos is moving towards the Immortal. Will hit in two posts

 

[Reverance]

Location: Generator Facility
Objective: Leave this world to the ruin that it has become
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"]
Enemies: Time

Truth be told, the ambiguous nature of command between Voice and Hand was one born through the necessity of it. One speaks, one acts, both were artifacts of the predilection of the mind that commanded, the Dark Lord of Sith from spire. The Voice had the luxury of being in direct line with the Dark Lord, while the Hand read words and felt purpose through their own drive. As if fate guided a lightsaber, Gabriel knew his purpose was vindicated through the mere elevation of his position. An eagle that soars through the sky does not question the wind beneath it's wings but merely looks for the next victim, talons gripping sharply against warm corpse as the blood flows freely.

The world was retreating now and with the drop of his force concealment, Gabriel relayed the desires of the Voice to his own command, Vong sent scurrying down the sewer tunnels looking for the rats that fled the flood. With the screams and the vibrations of the facility that echoed softly in it's own stirring, the Vong Warriors chased what remained of the Republic forces with the attack of amphistaffs and the firing of Chitin Carbines. But the defenses were running now, as they were often compelled to do by the desire to survive, as the world crumbled around them. Flaky pastry eaten from the inside out, tumbling down upon itself. Gabriel was the vanguard of this force not because of his presence, but of the blood thirst he evoked in the men that followed his lead. He was merely as powerful as the army that he commanded, the powerful 360 Vong, cut down to just shy of 200, gave way to nothing as they thumped in movement through the facility now finding failure in the hyper buoyancy system.

As he dropped his concealment, his mind leaped about with the powers of shatterpoint, surveying the weaknesses that resided within him and that of Matsu and Darth Carach. He had no desire to stay in this place any longer, to remain in a location forsaken to be cast into the depths below. No, he wanted to leave this watery tomb behind in endeavors for more war and more blood. He remained vigilant as he walked towards @Matsu and [member="Darth Carach"], the Voice attempting to ease suffering for the fading Sith Lord. His mind drifted to the image of a spider clawing at broken webs, a thousand umber eyes drifting lazily upon work completed, as it picks the bones of men from it's teeth. There was a time for death and pain and there was a time for it's absence. Now, it was the latter. And while he didn't feel the need to analyze his connection to this woman, he appreciated her capacity for things brutal and things cruel. There was a certain undeniable link there, even if words failed to define it.

The sound of drop ships, metal and yorik-trema in unison, reverberated through the facility as they landed upon the bridge, dispersed through the dead carcasses still burning upon the structure. The Sith Lord knelt before Matsu, suddenly realizing that the explosion from the gun ship, when fighting Kana, had actually lodged a significant metal piece into the upper shoulder, piercing armorweave with ease. His mind drifted to the wound upon left thigh, cauterized lightsaber with a significant chance of infection if left untreated, as his left hand drifted out to assess the damage against small female Sith Lord. He spoke without direction, though his attention was obviously towards [member="Darth Carach"].

"She needs medical attention...the Republic has abandoned Ahto City. And the city cries out in it's death throes. I would take her back in the ship in which she arrived, to seek medical attention within the Right Hand." Darth Carach cared for Matsu, that was fairly obvious. But so did Gabriel, in his own way. A caring sort of sense, ancient in it's stubbornness, born from an obsession for an entity that could wound in just the right ways. And while he couldn't grow her arm back in any way, his medical team could stabilize her until alternative recovery options were revealed.

 

[Vrag]

LOCATION: Ahto City - Heading to the South rendezvous point
OBJECTIVE:

• Escape
• Coordinate the Vong evacuation

ALLIES: [member="Khallesh"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"]
ENEMIES: None in immediate vicinity

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To the Acolyte's unending surprise, most of their scattered forces actually heard the command. She shook off the momentary paralysis of shock and took point, trusting that the rest of the Vong would follow. They might be ravenous creatures ruled by an unfathomable creed, but they understood war, or they never would've brought the Galaxy to its knees all those years ago. Her steps were confident and sure now that she had a clear goal ahead of her, and she replied with an affirmative when Overlord Vaas responded with the coordinates of the landing zone.

The rubble in the South corridor had been conveniently cleared by the massive power-armored warrior a few minutes ago, and Vrag was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth; especially not when a whole city was coming down around her. The Sith picked up her pace and continued towards the rendezvous point in an easy jog, suddenly more than thankful that she'd joined the fight a bit later on. As a general rule, the firrerreo didn't get exhausted quickly, but it turned out that participating in an invasion was quite the taxing affair.

A slightly weary smile pulled at her lips when she came to a stop a few meters away from the landing dropships, her heart filled with a surge of hope now that salvation was right in front of her. She cast a gaze across her shoulder to see how many Yuuzhan Vong had joined her. Her icy blue eyes scoured the passing warriors for the face of the Subaltern, [member="Khallesh"], since the other woman could help her shepherd the unruly fighters. Not that she had much intention of doing so if she was left to do it alone; their tongue was almost completely alien to her, and the idea of lingering on a sinking pile of metal and concrete wasn't exactly appealing.

She was prepared to deal with the backlash of being called a selfish queen, so long as she got off Manaan alive to hear it in the first place.

Spoiler: OOC:

Sorry, Khallesh, but it's been 24 hours.

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

LOCATION: Ahto City East, Moving to Evacuate
OBJECTIVE: 1; Help Friends
ALLIES: One Sith
ENEMIES: Republic, Jedi Order

Rule three of engagement: When something goes flying towards your head, get it the feth away! Or get away yourself. Simply the logical thing to do. Ire had done just that. When [member="VlPER"] had thrown the grenade she had rolled to the side, trying to force push it even farther away. When she got back up... he was already locked in combat with another Sith. Where had that lady come from? Why was she fighting a battle that belonged to another?... Hmph. It irked the Epicanthix to some degree. However... there were still some soldiers around. Republic ones. Had they hidden until a Jedi appeared to 'save' them? Or had they simply gone without notice?... Maybe... just maybe... reinforcements came for him after all. How painfully touching. Part of the Epicanthix almost felt regret at the thought of having to kill them all. Almost. But she was a servant of Kaine Zambrano. Being kind or remorseful would get her nowhere. Slaughtering his enemies... that would. Darth What's-her-face continued to beat down the murderous 'Jedi' while the Sekairo protected her from other combatants.

That was done with fairly quickly.

But the lass finished to late to enact her revenge. How sad. Meanwhile her Master was dragging the unconscious Grandmaster away, taking her somewhere far worse than the battlefield. Ire felt a single drop of pity for her. Then she returned her gaze to the fallen and the feeling disappeared. There were quite a few corpses. More than she had realized before. It was... depressing. There were, however, some survivors. Enough to allow her to feel some sort of peace. The woman quietly started assisting the injured soldiers, stabilizing them, helping them get ready for pickup. Whenever she came upon a still-moving Republic man (or woman) she put them to sleep softly. Then, without any visible hesitation, she gave each one a swift death. None felt any pain in their final moments. It wasn't very Sith-like. What mattered was that it was what a real Sekairo would do. And she was, at the end of the day, part of her family. Even if her closest ties to them were all dead.

"Team V remnants to command, requesting retrieval immediately. Injured are prepped for evac. I repeat injured are prepped for evac." Now she simply had to wait...

 

[The Hound]

The young Dark Jedi smirked as he released a blast of telekinetic energy, deflecting the scattergun's rounds and scattering them upward.

But then Carach's actions bore fruit. The ground trembled as the generator screeched to a halt. He lost his footing, the blaster bolt had he not dodged it was supposed to hit his shoulder, a wound he could take with pride. He had seen it in the Force.

He had not seen this.

He tripped ever so slightly forward, the blaster bolt deflected off of his saber and made a beeline for the nape of his neck.

Black.

The Dark Jedi felled by a single blaster bolt fell to the ground with a dusty plop. All three sabers deactivated and the blade that was sent at the twi'lek man, mere inches from his neck fell to the ground.

The Hound had been put down.
[member="Vaudin Miir"]

 

[Meeristali Peradun]

Location: Ahto City - Hyper-Buoyancy Generator Control Room ---> Exit Vector
Objective: GTFO [Insert 'Cat-Fried Rice' Joke Here]
Allies: TGR | TJO | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | Republic Ship + Whosoever is on it!
Foes: TOS | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | Pain

The arcs of cerulean blue came for him, but keen feline sight, quick Felacatian reflex and speed, and the Force coursing through his changed form, such reaction and speed could be attained for a rare feat - the evasion of lightning itself. Where the arcs reached, he bolted imperceptibly fast to one side and didn't stop moving, arcing his progress towards the south exit... but there was a catch: injury (against which he gritted his teeth so firmly that dust could possibly be had) was in play much more the grander his movements. His tail streaming out behind him caught a straying arc of that lightning, not so kin-like to a lightning rod, but the effect was jarring nonetheless. Imagine, if you will, taking a taser to a man's jewels, just a light touch.

It was as if he tripped on his feet. The large, deadly feline crashed to the ground, rolled side over side and smacked right into the wall where it came up to meet the doorway, in the same spot from which he had first taken the woman to wall. Fractures in his ribcage, in vertebrae, became larger, but no clean breaks... not yet. Again, for the second time in so many minutes he was still. Getting up was much harder, the pain was worse, and somewhere in the scuffle, the whirring noise of the generator died. The structure seemed to jump, shudder, jolt. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks and he pulled himself to all four feet, burning pain screaming from the farmost rear point of his body. It hurt for his tail to move and twitch and its actions were largely involuntary. Last but not least, he was angry...

...but it was either her or the persistence of his freedom. The city was going to sink, and he had some doubt as to whether he'd survive it for another hit, another smack could break one or several of the cracks that had formed in his body. He shot her a fierce-yet-weakened glare and slipped out the exit in a way not unlike the common housecat bolting at top speed to hide behind a couch, not stopping to pay any heed to those laying into each other outside. The way he felt was excruciating, and one final application of the limitation-reducing power of the Force willed his body to withstand the necessary speed at which he headed for the first Republic ship his increasingly pain-blurred vision saw.

He jumped, he flew, he crashed into the deck of the ship and slid to a stop. Several fractures buckled under the Force of his graceless landing. He never got the opportunity to see in whose company he was leaving the waterlogged world as he released the hold his will had on the Force to briefly strengthen his body for the sake of his egress, and every sense went dark.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

Location: High Orbit, Manaan

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

Allies: [member="Lira Dajenn"]

Enemies: [member="Mordecai Zambrano"] | [member="Melakoth Tyrin"]

Spoiler

Initial Republic Fleet – 1510 metres
(Blue is shield strength, green is hull. Shield recovers slowly each post when not under attack.)
1 x Redoubt Class Cruiser – Adamant. With upgrade package – 52 Interceptors. 26 interceptors
0/0 DESTROYED
1 x Metellos Class Frigate – Liberator. 64 fighters. 39 fighters.
90/100 +10
1 x Dorin Class Corvette – Cornet. 0 attack craft
0/0 DESTROYED
1 x Taboon Class Corvette – Torrent. 24 fighters. 16 fighters.
90/100 +10
2 x Jabiim Class Corvette – Splinter, Outrider. 8 fighters each, total 16.
70/100 +10 Splinter 5 fighters
90/100 +10 Outrider 4 fighters
Total: 156 attack craft. 90 attack craft.

Republic Reinforcements – 6500 metres
1 x Remembrance Class Battlecruiser – Destiny. 24 fighters.
56/90 +15 -31 -5
1 x Warhammer Star Destroyer – The Ebbing Heart. 60 fighters, 12 bombers. (Commanded by Camellia Swift)
96/100 +10
1 x Avenger Assault Star Destroyer – Righteous. 12 bombers. 7 bombers
100/100
2 x Azalus Flak Frigate – Dart, Javelin. 0 attack craft.
0/85 Dart -24 -15
100/100 Javelin
2 x Metellos Carrier Frigate – Swiftsure, Radiant. 52 fighters, 12 bombers each. Total 128.
100/100 Swiftsure 10 bombers
100/100 Radiant 8 bombers
Total 188 fighters, 60 bombers. 37 bombers

Grand Total Both Forces: 344 attack craft (gunships and dropships not included)

(No post from any opposition in the 40 hours since last post.)

“Sir, we’re getting eyes on the Phobos. It looks like there’s someone, maybe the Jedi, getting out of the ship.”
“Get a couple of dropships over there to help pick them up if they need it, and get them to safety. They’ve done well.”
“Aye, sir!”

The Immortal, unable to move or escape its lot, was only seconds away from its fate as the Phobos screamed in, driven by the rogue Yammosk….


SUMMARY: (Carried over from last post)

• MC180 deploys GAM again, moves forward all available fighters and interceptors along with mainfleet escorts to counter Vong onslaught. Still takes damage however.
• Avenger and Warhammer slowly move down the left and right sides of the Immortal, blasting it all the time, cross over each other at the rear and head down the other side. At the end they wheel 180 degrees and begin to repeat it again.
• The Dart gets a hammering by the Dark Blade but tries to lead it away from the main battle so if it wants to continue targeting it needs to turn away from the battle.
• MC180 gets a brief pummelling from the Immortal, a longer one from the other Dark Blade. However, it climbs upwards, blasting the flank of the Immortal, then settles in above it to hammer it from above. It did this on the side Genjix is on.
• Patrol Fleet escorts continue to fire on Wake and Tombstone, add their flak fire to the central melee.
• (NEW) Ebbing Heart and Righteous have done the above, then backed off enough to be out of range of any anticipated detonations from the death of the Immortal.

 

[Sabena Shai]

Location: The Phobos
Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Sith fleet; command ship
Allies: [member="Lira Dajenn"] | [member=Sopher]
Enemies: [member="Melakoth Tyrin"] | The Immortal

Surrounding [member="Lira Dajenn"] would have been the chaotic mess of the battle in space. Just inches away from her was the merciless void of space that would have torn her apart. Only her armor protected her from such a vicious environment.

The seconds began to tick by. Even if Lira had someone managed to escape the Phobos, she would have maintained the momentum of the ship at the time she leaped out. Therefore, she too would initially be rushing toward the Immortal at roughly the same velocity as the ship she just leaped out of.

More seconds passed. No J-1 would have been within view.

In the meantime, Sabena was attempting to evade fire from ships that had targeted her. She continued to soar along the side of the Phobos, though. Some lasers managed to strike the J-1, yet none were at a magnitude that could tear down the shield - at least not yet. She eventually received the signal from Lira’s beacon.

Yet she was still on the other side of the Phobos from her. No answer came to Lira.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Location: The Phobos
Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Sith fleet; command ship
Allies: [member="Sabena Shai"] | [member="Sopher"]
Enemies: [member="Melakoth Tyrin"] | The Immortal

The Immortal was getting closer.

Panic began to set in.

“SABENA!” Lira screeched into her helmet comms, watching as the Immortal came within only a few thousand Kilometers. The massive ship was expanding in her view, and Lira began to tighten her grip on the ship. She looked around, knowing the dangers of floating freely in space, knowing the dangers of being in the middle of a battle.

She began to breath heavily.

Then she jumped.

With a powerful push of her legs, and a boost of the force, Lira propelled herself into the blackness of space. Laser fire, turbo-laser fire, and bits of shrapnel flew around her, but she shot herself out and away from The Phobos and The Immortal.

Her beacon still giving off a strong signal.
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The Phobos strikes my next post.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

Location: High Orbit, Manaan

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

Allies: [member="Lira Dajenn"]

Enemies: [member="Mordecai Zambrano"]

(Since my opposition has not posted in 6 days, I anticipate they won’t be doing so again. Thus, to see fleet summary and orders, please consult:
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/46086-im-on-a-boat-os-republic-invasion-of-manaan/page-39#entry710787 )

Time seemed to slow as the Admiral, high above the impending disaster, watched the onslaught. Briefly he wondered how the Jedi had done it. Vong ships were alive, weren’t they? Hijacking one was usually more complex than a regular ship. Either way, it had been jolly well done.

The Righteous and Ebbing Heart had reversed well away, continuing to fire with all guns, though it hardly mattered by now.

The last few kilometres awaited, and finally the great beast would die. The Admiral let himself feel a bit, just a little bit, of relief. Much had been sacrificed today, and his great ship would need some extensive repairs, but the battle would be over. Better, it would be won.

 

[Sabena Shai]

Location: The Phobos
Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Sith fleet; command ship
Allies: [member="Lira Dajenn"] | [member=Sopher]
Enemies: [member="Melakoth Tyrin"] | The Immortal

[member="Lira Dajenn"]’s voice crackled over the comms. Sabena pushed the throttle to the engines. She focused in on the beacon’s signal as if it was her orbital target - knowing that she would have to travel around to the other side of the Phobos in order to reach Lira. A laser struck her again - this time on the right wing. The J-1 Interceptor’s right wing dipped down for a split second and scrapped the exotic hull of the Phobos. Damage to the hull was immediate yet not devastating - and the wings were not critical to flight in space. A chunk of the wing had been blown off, though, so the center of mass drifted to the left for the starfighter - thus causing a misalignment in thrust and acceleration.

A minute had passed before Sabena finally had a visual on Lira through the ship’s sensors - zooming in on her floating body just a kilometer away - and Sabena was speeding right for her. The starfighter’s computer calculated the delta-v necessary to reach net zero velocity compared to Lira while still being very close to her.

Upon activating the retrothrusters in order to match Lira’s trajectory, Sabena’s body snapped forward. Blood momentarily rushed to her head - disorientating her for a moment. Yet, the ship’s direction had already been set and she did not need to fine tune the controls at that moment. The ship monitored Lira’s relative velocity - seemingly counting down. At the same time, Lira and Sabena approached each other - soon not needing a visual aid to see each other.

Activating her comms, Sabena struggled through the G-forces to tell Lira, “Don’t move!”

One adjustment in Lira’s velocity would have messed up the rendezvous that Sabena attempted.

As time continued, Sabena’s starfighter would appear to get slower from Lira’s point of view. It was still rushing toward the Immortal at nearly the same pace as the Phobos - a person was less capable of changing their velocity compared to a ship with massive engines. Still, Sabena’s starfighter would gently reach Lira and appear to stop just a couple meters away from Lira.

Sabena looked around the cockpit. She could not find a breathing mask. She believed that in order for Lira to be rescued, she had to be taken into the cockpit as the battlefield would require the starfighter to accelerate in seemingly random directions that would most likely throw her off the ship.

Now without the forces of acceleration pushing against her, Sabena was able to clearly solemnly tell Lira through the comms, “Take control of the ship once you’re on board.”

Once she said that, Sabena prepped the cabin for depressurization. The process, due to the safety designs of the J-1, was tedious. Several buttons had to be pushed in a specific order. She flipped one switch and a small hissing noise filled the cockpit.

When Sabena reached the final steps necessary for depressurization, she took a deep breath in only to exhale just after - and exhale - and exhale - and exhale until she could no longer do so. She then pushed the second to last button. The hissing grew louder as the cabin went into a controlled depressurization - quickly dropping from one atmosphere.

Then, Sabena pushed the last button - closer her eyes as she did. The canopy popped open on command - still connected by a hinge as it swung out. Whatever air that was left in the cabin rushed out into space. Sabena’s body jerked. Whatever air was left in her lungs was immediately ripped out - yet the fact that she had pushed most of the air out before depressurization mitigated a lot of possible trauma she might had experienced if they were full. Frost formed at her lips, nose, and eyelids as the water there quickly evaporated - taking with it a lot of heat and thus freezing what other moisture that had not instantly evaporated. She would not have to worry about her whole body freezing, though - at least not immediately.

Pain tore through Sabena’s body. Her body began to expand. While the human body’s skin was tough enough to withstand a pressure drop from less than one atmosphere to vacuum, it was still a terrible experience. Not only that, but her body experienced rapid de-oxygenation due to the expanding volume and lack of further oxygen intake. So within seconds after the canopy popped open, Sabena lost consciousness.

It was now entirely up to Lira to get them both out of danger.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Location: The Phobos
Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Sith fleet; command ship
Allies: [member="Sabena Shai"] | [member="Sopher"]
Enemies: [member="Melakoth Tyrin"] | The Immortal

Lira shook her head at Sabena as she performed her quick maneuvers. She knew exactly what the young padawan was doing, and she knew exactly how dangerous it actually was. She could die, she could get brain damage, her toes could fall off!

“Sabena Do-” She was cut off as the hiss of oxygen could be heard from the cockpit opening. Lira scowled, then immediately began to move. Muscles tired from overuse and tendons stretched from fighting, Lira pulled herself into the cockpit almost immediately, grasping onto Metal framing and sitting herself down. Sabena who had floated away from the seat slightly was grasped in a tight embrace, the cockpit pulling shut immediately as Lira sat herself down.

Sabena was deathly ice to the touch.

Concern crossed Lira's face, but she knew there was no time, no time. She had to get them out of here before she could save Sabena, had to get them out.

The J-1's cockpit depressurized and filled with air, inertial dampers kicking in and causing Sabena to fall into Liras lap. Hands found their way to controls, hard metal gloves touching heavy Metal.

Lira punched the throttle forward.

Then, with all the speed of the galaxies fastest starfighter the J-1 Interceptor shot forward. It moved like a blink, the massively overcharged engines firing at full tilt, its huge roaring charge pushing the J-1 forward at such intense speed that the ship very nearly became a blur.

The Phobos moved away from the J-1, still pushing itself towards the back of The Immortal. It only took a few more seconds as huge Dovin Basals dragged the Yuuzhan Vong vessel towards the massive Sith Flagship, the huge lumbering beast unaware of what was about to happen. The Crash, like all things in space, was silent. The Yorik-coral and thick durasteel met each other in silent crumpling at first, then the explosions began.

The tearing and crumpling of metal began, the ignition of flames from friction, and then eventually the touching of The Immortals massive reactor.

The starships exploded.

In a great ball of energy both the Immortal and the Phobos became embroiled in death and destruction, nearly sixty thousand lives winking out of existence in the blink of an eye.

A hurt crossed into Lira's heart as she felt the resounding shutter of those lives lost within the force, the sudden winking of existence crying as so many of its inhabitants found themselves thrown to the void. It shook her, pushed her, punched her in the gut harder than any injury she had ever taken. Her eyes welled up with tears, and her mouth opened in a gasp.

What did i do?

The blast wave struck them. Even the J-1 could not outrun it, and the last remaining trails of the Immortal and the Phobos struck the J-1, crippling the small vessel and nearly causing it to explode due to an overload. As the ship tumbled end over end, eventually stabilizing with secondary thrusters Lira began to check over Sabena.

Tears flowed down her face as she checked the young girls pulse, finding she was still alive and thankfully breathing.

“Help.” Lira called over the comms of the ship, depression and agony in her voice. “We need help.”

She took the helmet from her face, letting it float in the meager cockpit.

Lira embraced the younger girl, crying into her unconscious shoulder.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Lira Dajenn"] [member="Sabena Shai"]

The impact from several hundred kilometres away started small. Indeed, the Admiral had needed to use his scanner to get a good view of the carnage. But then the Reactor of the Immortal cut loose, and there was a flash like a supernova.
In an instant tens of thousands died, and some Republic attack craft, as many Vong fighters, too slow to get out of the way, were wiped out as well.
Admiral Stahlmann saluted the shattered aftermath. They were the enemy, but they had fought well, and they deserved at least some respect for that.
“Commander, monitor the enemy forces. I expect they will retreat soon, but ensure we do not leave ourselves open.”
“Sir, we’re getting a message…from the Jedi I think!”
“We need help.”
“Home in on that signal immediately and get a dropship over there!” the Admiral ordered urgently.

And so, one of the Republic’s battered and surviving drop ships were sent to take the crippled interceptor on board and bring them back to the Republic flagship.

The battle was over, but the Admiral had no idea whether it was in vain or not. Had Manaan fallen?

 

[Sabena Shai]

Location: The Phobos
Objective: Objective 3 - Eliminate the Sith fleet; command ship
Allies: [member="Lira Dajenn"] | [member=Sopher]
Enemies: [member="Melakoth Tyrin"] | The Immortal

Pressure returned to the cabin once [member="Lira Dajenn"] had closed the cockpit. Sabena’s swelling subsided and she began to breath air once more. She remained unconscious and would likely be such until she received medical attention. She seemed to be peacefully asleep as the Phobos tore apart the Immortal. There was no reaction from Sabena as Lira cried into her shoulder.

Yet, there was warmth. Freezing was the least of her worries when momentarily exposed to the vacuum of space. What did the most damage was the de-oxygenation of her body. The freezing of the moister around her orifices was due to the instant evaporation of what liquid was exposed to the vacuum first. In fact, with Sabena’s body continuously making body heat, she would have likely overheated.

Now though, Sabena was breathing in air. Her body regained the oxygen that it had lost. While she sustained severe bruises on her skin, Sabena seemed to be peaceful in Lira’s arm - a life that Lira would manage to save in return for Sabena risking her own.

In Lira’s arms would Sabena rest until otherwise moved.

 

[Reverance]

Location: Ahto City, for the moment
Objective: Leave the planet
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"], One Sith
Enemy: Gravity

Blood ran down the back, in between slits in the armorweave shoulder, as the Sith Lord wrapped his arms around [member="Matsu Xiangu"], lifting her from the ground. He wasn't particularly gentle with the lift, though he was sure to orient her to be capable of wrapping what arm was left around his neck. The red substance that ran from flesh soaked into his pants, crude upon oil rag, as he turned against the vibrations of the city now sinking, walking slowly out of the generator facility and towards one of the few dropships that wasn't actually Vong Tech. As he moved, he favored his right side, the gash in the left thigh and the pull of the pants now melded to the skin sent a raw burn through his body, canceling out any pain that may be derived from the shoulder wound.

"When I was born..." He whispered, almost certain that Matsu was unconscious in his arms, succumbing to the pain encumbered some time ago. "Upon shoulder, the crown of another rested. Just as we all do, it blinked and it breathed. And just as all abominations are treated, it was cut from body to leave only scar upon flesh." He stepped up upon the ramp, walking slowly into the vessel. "That is the one I fear." As he cleared the entry way, the ramp closed behind him. For those left on the planet, they would soon find themselves without ship to which they could evacuate. And then, all that would greet them, is the gulp of the ocean around them. The last defense for a planet that couldn't be defended.

The ship took off, repulsors blasting against the bridge beneath it, as it ascended back into the atmosphere, to couple with the Right Hand and to afford medical attention where it was needed.

[Exit Invasion]​

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Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBKAcdZ4eZo​

 

[Vrag]

LOCATION: Leaving Manaan on a dropship
OBJECTIVE:

• Escape

ALLIES: [member="Khallesh"]
ENEMIES: None

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Whatever was the reason and nature of the Subaltern's delay, Vrag couldn't be bothered with it any longer. The Force helps those who help themselves, she Sith spared one last thought to the Vong and all others left behind, but there was no more time to dawdle, and damned if she died waiting on latecomers. She ascended the boarding ramp with the last of the Yuuzhan Vong squadrons — or what was left of them, anyway — and watched as the buildings turned to dots; then to one giant amalgam of black, red and blue; and then, finally, everything disappeared when they left the roaring atmosphere for the soothing void of space.

The host of Vong vessels scattered to avoid detection and targeting, each of them heading to the nearest ship where it would be safe to land.

[Exit Invasion]​

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Leaving Manaan, dropship on the way to The Right Hand
OBJECTIVE: Go to sleep.
ALLIES: [member="Reverance"] | One Sith
ENEMIES: None.

When I was born…​

Her hand rested along the back of his neck, steel clutching at armor.​

Just as we all do, it blinked and it breathed…cut from body to leave only scar...​

Unconsciousness wrapped slippery fingers around her mind despite her willing it back.​

[SIZE=12pt]I want to hear the end.[/SIZE]
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That is the one I fear.​

She dreamt of two red eyes.​

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[exit invasion]​

 

[Not Ordo]

DRALSHY'A OPENED HIS HUGE MOUTH AND SUCKED IN THE SWIMMING CREATURES. HE ATE MOUTH FULL AFTER MOUTH FULL OF LITTLE THINGS. HE WATCHED AS EVERYONE STARTED TO EVACUATE. THEY WERE ALL RUNNING AWAY.

DRALSHY'A NOTED IN HIS SIMPLE WAY THAT EVERYONE HAD RETREATED AND THEY EVECUATED LEAVING THE PLANET TO NO ONES CONTROL...NO ONE BUT HIM. DRALSHY'A KING OF MANAAN HAD A NICE RING TO IT. HE HAD WON THE BATTLE OF MANAAN AND DEFEATED THE JEDI AND THE SITH, THE YUUZHAN VONG AND REPUBLIC AND EVEN A FEW TASTY FISH.

DRALSHY'A NOW OWNED MANAAN​