Life is the Enemy, Death is our Solace - Battle of Bimmisaari [TSE/SJO]

[Darth Carnifex]

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The first blows have been struck.​

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Tensions flare as the Jedi and Sith edge closer towards open war.​

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The peaceful world of Bimmisaari sits on the border of Silver Jedi space, well within striking distance of the Sith Empire.​

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All is calm as a new day dawns in the capital of Glastro, the citizens of the ancient city moving about in their early chores. ​

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A cry shatters the tranquility, eyes drawn to the heavens as flashes of light blossom beyond the atmosphere.​

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High above, the Sith Empire has retaliated.​

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Warships are thrust into existence over the forested world, turbolasers belching terrible salvos as fighters screech from loading racks into the empty vacuum. ​

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The Emperor himself leads this punitive force, at last recovered from injuries sustained during the Siege of Mandalore.​

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Anger and hatred seethe around him like a maelstrom, casting a frigid pall across the world as he descends to the surface below.​

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It is now up to the Silver Jedi to save this world from the horrors of the Sith, or bear witness to more death and destruction.​

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Flak brackets the landing craft as they careen down through the clouded sky, some blossoming with fire and detonating into a hailstorm of shrapnel and twisted burning metal. The soldiers in each transport do not so much as flinch as they sit in their harness, jostled by the constant impact of shells from the surface below. They have been extensively trained for moments such as these, the uncertainty of survival as they descend through heavy enemy fire towards almost certain doom. Darkness envelops them during the drop, but as they near their destination a single red light illuminates the hold and their fellow Legionnaires.

All are prepared.

The thud of landing gear against solid ground reverberates through the hull, their harnesses disengage and retract into the wall. The Legionnaires rise as one, their hands clutching their weapons, turn about face and rush towards the descending boarding ramp.

Immediately they are beset by enemy fire, peppering their position and forcing them to scatter towards any defensible barricade as their brothers and sisters fall around them. From behind their ranks emerge the Sith, their gray armor covered by red and black robes that fluttered in the wind. Scarlet lightsabers shone in their hands as they advanced without fear, the Dark Side roiling off their bodies like water. The Sith shouted words of encouragement towards the Legionnaires, many of them lost in the tumultuous chaos of the battle.

But it was easily understood.

“Forward, for Empire and Emperor!”

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As in many things, the Emperor of the Sith forged his own path.

He had landed a fair distance away from the rest of the Empire’s landing forces, his transport having braved the worst of the flak and smashing through one of Glastro’s larger structures to lodge itself in deep. Carnifex had then cut his way free, leaving a swath of destruction in his wake as he prowled unchained through the city proper, almost as if he were challenging the Jedi to come and face him.

Hungry for a fight.

He knew they would come, he was too irresistible of bait to simply ignore. The leader of the Sith Brotherhood, right there for the taking.

But would they be able to seize such an opportunity?

 

[WolfMortum]

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Destination: Bimmisaari.​

Objective: Defend the Capital City, Glastro.​

Inventory: Heavy Jedi Commander Battle-Armor | Lightsabers of Svivren | The Kingsglaive of Commenor.​

Starship: The Judiciary & Crew.​

Opposition: The Sith Empire.​

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Calls of distress from Bimmisaari rang out across Silver Space, the Silver Assembly and the capital world of Kashyyyk being alerted to and scrambling a defense force in the hopes of meeting and deterring the Sith Invasion. Among the vessels to disembark for the battle-zone, The Judiciary captained by Veiere Arenais and his crew took into hyperspace as soon as the vessel was primed and ready for departure. Veiere's second, Commander Vikras Ansion would retain command over the bridge for this assignment, whilst Veiere had decided upon leading a portion of the Order's troops on the surface of Bimmisaari.

The Heavy Assault Cruisers Hangar was buzzing with life as the vessel surged through hyperspace en-route of their destination, Veiere moving to delegate between the Antarian Rangers whom were aboard and preparing themselves for the front-lines, whilst engineers, pilots and vehicle operators were rushing to prepare the Walkers and CAV's for deployment. It was Veiere's unfortunate personal experiences that had taught him the Sith Empire spared no expense when exerting their dominance upon those they perceived to be inferior, and so the full extent of the Judiciaries armaments would be put to work once they reached orbit and deployed for the surface.

The Dark Side of the Force was not to be underestimated, and the Sith Empire held the strongest and darkest of said practitioners the Galaxy had seen. Since as far back as Veiere's early life upon Svivren, he had learned of the turmoil and pain that the likes of the Emperor could bring into the lives of good men and women, undeserving of their wrath. Commenor had suffered, and today the state of House Arenais was in part a credit to the Zambrano's efforts. His now, ex-wife, [member="Kay Larr"] still a victim to the memories of her torture and actions committed under the influence of Darth Prazutis, had isolated herself from the majority of the Galaxy. Their children, Caedyn and [member="Loreena Arenais"] had learned from some brutal life lessons thanks to the early age at which they were exposed to the Dark Side, the carnage that it wrought across peoples lives.

It was safe to say that Veiere's views weren't wholly unbiased when approaching a potential conflict against the Sith Empire, no matter how hard he tried to poise himself and stay true to the moral conduct and code of the Jedi Path.

"All personnel, prepare for imminent arrival. Pilots and Ground Forces to their stations, We are expecting heavy resistance upon entry" Vikras' voice radio'd in across the comm's of commanding officers upon the deck, Veiere's own comm-link sounding his words for the would-be captain's awareness. Truth be told, Veiere wasn't overly skilled in the field of fleet tactics and naval warfare compared to other Captains and Admiral's of the Silver Jedi Order, but he had the finance and the means to provide, so he did what he could to offer the Order his time where best suited. This time, his presence would be best fit for the surface, the Capital City Glastro reportedly being one of the primary targets the Sith were engaging and so alongside Silver Jedi Personnel that Veiere's presence might support, there were millions of innocent lives also at stake...

As the streamlines of Hyperspace receeded and the Judiciary shot out into real space just shy of Bimm's orbit, Veiere Arenais prepared himself for the battle ahead. The supporting fleet greenlit for departure, transports, drop-ships and an armada of ground forces in-bound for Glastro and the clash against the Emperor's best.

[member="Darth Carnifex"]​

 

[Pal'ru Vadarn]

Objective: Defend the City from the Sith attack.
Enemies: TSE

Palru was there when the Sith ships came into view. She was in the city to get some repairs to her starfighter after a dog fight, and to see what the cortosis blade she found was worth. But that had to be put on hold. Because right now, she needed to help. Her hand shakily grabbed her lightsaber from her belt. This would be the first time she fought in service of the Silver Jedi Order, but she felt a sense of ease. She wouldn't be fighting alone. She just had to buy time for reinforcements. So she stood on the front lines. And when the enemy came down, she let her pink lightsabers blade become a beacon of strength. With her Dantari crystal she would be able to sustain herself, so it became a matter of simple survival. "For the City! For our families! FOR THE ORDER!!!" She yelled with the allied forces as she charged alongside them. And she fought. One after the other, she fought the Sith invaders. She was neither advancing nor losing. She, on her part, was in a perfect stalemate with the invaders ahead of her.

 

[Reggie Faayare]

Location: in the city
Objective: Defend the civilians until reinforcements arrive.

Reggie was making a delivery on the planet of Bimisaari and had decided to browse the markets since this was the first he visted the planet. He wanted to learn about its culture a bit, but that was taken away when the invaders showed up. There were civilians at the mercy of the invaders, the soldiers in the city doing what they could to get them out of the crossfire. Reggie couldn't sit back and do nothing, so he jumped into the battlefield.

Cutting one of the invaders in half, Reggie looked towards the civilians he was able to gather, those fighting beside him, and his friend, Simon. "Let's find a better defensive position and protect the civilians." Reggie and the others moved backwards in the street, deflecting any shots he could while Simon and the others acted as the offensive force. There weren't many invaders in this area yet, so they needed to move before more started to flood in.

Reaching out with the force, he sensed [member="Pal'ru Vadarn"] fighting in another area of the city. He didn't know her, but she was fighting the invaders back. He used the force to communicate with her. ​"Sorry to intrude on your mind but I think we should regroup until reinforcements arrive. I'm moving some people to a nearby building where we can bunker down and have a better defensive position. Let's stay in contact and update each other on what's going on." With that, Reggie and his small force were able to turn onto another street and continue moving.

 

[Keva]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Bimmisaari surface [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Advance and slaughter[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]SJO, looking for PvP partner [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]TSE [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]War. Beautiful war. Keva held no love for it prior but her every waking moment within the Sith seemed to be waging war: they would know her abilities now, Bimmisaari would be her proving ground. They would truly realize just the prize that had fallen right into their laps. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The landing craft tumbled to the ground, a flak round ripping through the left side of the craft: Keva would give her props to the pilot if he survived, for the less than smooth landing was performed without them crashing into a flaming ball of death and wasted resources. With a thud and a shriek her craft bumbled its way onto Bimmisaari like a drunkard. The losses had been minimal, a handful of legionaries killed in the hit: acceptable casualties. Finally with a snap hiss the harnesses broke those warriors inside free from the confines of their battered craft. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Clad in the same dark armor as the legionaries around her, Keva leapt forward and stood at the front of the warriors’ advance: in one hand she clutched her lightsaber with it’s bloody crimson blade burning bright: a weapon she had claimed from the Jen’ari weaklings when she razed their city the ground. Raising the weapon high, she beckoned the soldiers around her: forgetting her rather pitiful place in the command structure. But it didn’t matter, this felt like proper battle now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Forward! Bring the weaklings to their knees!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And she wasted no time following her own command. [/SIZE]

 

[Mak Garr]

Location: Bimmisaari

Objective: Defense of Bimmisaari, Sabotage of Enemy Forces

Unit: Mak's Mirages, Jester Squad, Gambit Squad

Allies: SJO, [member="Veiere Arenais"], Open+

Enemies: TSE, Open+

The horns of battle sounded throughout the "Final Request', sending the personnel into an organized frenzy as the frigate shuddered under the turbulence of hyperspace. Engineers and deck crew swarmed through the halls, making emergency preparations for weapons, vehicles, and gear, while troopers swarmed towards the hangers, falling into their unit formation, awaiting orders.

Mak had just finished putting together his kit, receiving both his weapons and his armor from the ship's quartermaster before making a B-line towards the hanger. "Just our luck, huh, boss?" A familiar voice came from behind him. Kresh ran up to match his pace, before falling into a synced jog with him. "Everything goes quiet for a few months, and now boom, a Sith invasion." The sharpshooter cracked a smile, and Mak found it hard not to return it in kind. "Was getting a little too quiet for my liking, anyhow."

The two arrived to their unit's designated meeting point, finding the the rest of Mirage Squad had already gathered, along with that of Jester and Gambit Squads. Kresh fell in line with the rest of Mirage, shooting a glare behind her at Sul, who no doubt had muttered something sly under his breathe. At the front of Mirage stood Bal-Am at the front, at ready, while the rear of the line was brought up by Dia, the rookie slicer fiddling with her helmet.

"3rd Platoon! Attention!" Mak's voice seemed to boom through the area, each and every member of the three squads cutting any chatter they'd had and stood at attention. "You've by now already heard what the fuss is about, but in case you haven't, I'll tell you. The Sith have set siege to one of our worlds. We are duty and honor bound to rally a defense against this. That means all bodies to battle."

"The entire 2nd Battalion is going planet side, including us. 3rd Platoons mission will consist of three parts-", he held his hand up, raising a finger for each objective, "-assist in civilian evacuation off world. Reconnaissance of enemy ground forces. And interference and sabotage of their efforts. Gambit, you guys are on evacuation duty. Jester, you'll handle recon. Mirage, we'll take care of sabotage. Everyone clear?"

"CRYSTAL" The group called in unison.

"Then load up! And prepare for planet fall." A short while later the frigate exited hyperspace, meeting up with allied vessels, and released its soldiers towards the planet.

 

[Pal'ru Vadarn]

"No arguments here. Me and a small group of troops have held off an attack on the south-east side. I'll follow your signature to the bunker." Palru would respond to [member="Reggie Faayare"]. And with that, she would retreat with her group of soldiers, heading to the meeting point. "Pull back, PULL BACK!" She yelled to her team as she ran with them.

 

[Auteme]

It seemed as if the Sith were determined to interrupt her learning.

Last time, back on H'ratth, the Mandalorians and Imperials had come to her doorstep and knocked down a fair few books in that library. She'd never forgive them for that. Now, though, she felt a mirroring of the feelings she'd had that day -- a creeping dread that had begun just minutes before the alarms started to go off, turning to terror as she stepped outside of the Tower of Law in Glastro and saw the sky crashing towards the ground.

She'd started the day hoping to learn something about the Bimms; their language, culture, and biology were all fascinating. She'd even gotten the chance to study a Bimmisaari tiga loreng in person. The native species of trees were equally fascinating. But they just had to go and ruin it all... crash her learning party... and now she needed to figure this all out...

The Tower, being the primary government building of the Bimms, was reasonably well-defended. As the blasts above continued, people streamed in -- the Bimms were looking for shelter, for safety. Auteme helped them inside, mentally preparing herself to protect them. The Sith were coming, and she needed to be ready.

[member="Darth Voyance"]

 

[Pal'ru Vadarn]

Palru kept running to [member="Reggie Faayare"], but stopped when she turned a corner. Her poor directional expertise had lead her right to [member="Keva"] .While it would’ve been smart to just leave, go around, find Reggie... she didn’t want to BE smart. She saw that blood red lightsaber, and knew exactly what Keva was. She was Sith scum. “Show the Sith what happens when they attack our home! When they disrupt our peace!” She’d point her pink blade at Keva’s team, and her troops opened fire on them all. She’d then charge in under the hail of her troops’ own bolts, cutting her way to Keva. Once she was close enough, she’d try to slash her pink lightsaber blade through Kevas left shoulder.

 

[Elsa]

Flight Officer Elsa, "Angel Seven"
Post 1
Ship: Elsa’s Sith-Imperial TIE Interceptor
Onboard Equipment: VD-9 Heavy Particle Beam Pistol, F-34 Flight Suit
Position: Orbit of Bimmisaari

There was a veritable flurry of human and technological activity outside of the secluded confines of Elsa’s Sith-Imperial TIE Interceptor. Over the din of the alert klaxons, technicians worked vigorously and loudly to ready the fighters and landing craft. For once, the rhythmic pounding noise of the Legionnaires’ heavy duraplast boots striking the floor as they filed into the dropships could barely be heard, on account of the persistent noise of machinery and shouts. However, in the hermetically sealed cockpit of her fighter, Elsa was thankfully unable to hear any of the raucous activity. In her interceptor, it was just her, the mellow hum of the twin ion engines, and the soft harmonies of comm chatter over her squad’s channel. At that moment, her only duty was to listen for her launch clearance signal, which would indicate that the vessel had translated into realspace in the Saari Ha system and that it was her turn in the queue to launch.

In stark contrast with the talkativeness of her wingmate over the comms, Elsa was quiet and reserved. She had not uttered a single word since she climbed into her interceptor, in part because this was going to be her first real sortie. At this stage in her career, her primary job was to listen, acquire information, and develop skills until they became instinctive.

After ten minutes of waiting, her interceptor’s carrier ship finally translated into realspace in the orbit above Bimmisaari. The powerful and precisely engineered twin ion engines situated in the small engine bay behind her seat roared to life. Then, only a few seconds later, she received the signal to launch.

To any who were fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to directly witness the translation of a Sith-Imperial capital ship into realspace, it would seem as if the fighters that emerged from its belly like a swarm of wasps from a hive were entirely unorganized. However, that supposition could not be further from the truth. In reality, Sith-Imperial starfighter launch procedures were tightly regulated and drilled many times over to prevent collisions or accidents. The appearance of chaos was a crafted smokescreen designed to have a deleterious effect on enemy morale.

With violent and devastating acceleration, Elsa’s TIE Interceptor launched from the carrier vessel amidst a screaming swarm of Sith-Imperial TIEs. Intense g-forces assailed her body as her interceptor passed through the force-field and entered the void of space. However, the slightly painful sensation was not unexpected or unprepared for. Following closely on the tail of her wingmate, Elsa angled her starfighter to fly towards the formation of Silver Jedi drop-ships and transports, intent upon intercepting and destroying the hostile craft...

 

[Kirie]

Location: City of Gastro, downtown, the Tower of Law
Allies: SJO, [member="Auteme Denko-Durren"]
Enemies: TSE, [member="Darth Voyance"]
Objective: Seek shelter

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It had all happened rather fast. First, Kirie spotted starships; Silver Jedi craft, taking off and jetting through the blue. Dozens of them in only a few minutes. Next, the checkpoints that had been up for the better part of a week were suddenly abuzz with activity, coordinating defences, rallying troops and laying down sandbags. Then, when the Sith ships came screaming into the atmosphere, it became clear that the defences wouldn't be enough. Thankfully, the Jedi fleet had been quick to respond, and already the battle raged fiercely overhead, with the civilians in the city caught up in the centre of the maelstrom.

Kirie stalked slowly down the ruined city street, smoke billowing thickly from fires that raged in the windows above her. Off to her right, a block of housing had been levelled, reduced to smouldering rubble by some earlier battle. Now, it was still, abandoned for now as the fighting moved to some fresh theatre. She moved slowly, her dark eyes scanning the shattered windows and shadowed alleys. From her shoulder, her miniature protocol droid surveyed the surroundings, searching for threats. Occasionally, her tartarine pendant shone faintly, emitting a pale blue glow, the only sign that people were nearby, and wielding the Force. With a scavenged A280 on her back, and her saber swinging at her hip, she readied herself for trouble, but passed through undisturbed.

After a time she passed a pockmarked checkpoint, manned by a few weary soldiers, and joined the throng of people seeking shelter in the Tower of Law. The crowd was large, as few people got the chance to evacuate once the Sith attack had begun. Many of them were barefoot or otherwise under-dressed, and others wounded. Many, she noticed, were poorly disguised deserters, having abandoned the planetary defence forces, unable to face the wrath of the Sith. She didn't blame them, not really.

Kirie herself was in a bit of a sorry state, her skin, hair and clothes covered in soot and concrete dust, with a filthy bandage wrapped around her forearm. Her face and hands were lined with long scratches, most only barely healed over, the result of a desperate dive through the thorny underbrush on Wayland. Her face impassive, she scanned the crowd, reading the lips of those passing by and catching snippets of conversation. Everyone had the same things on their minds: When would they be able to go home? What would happen if they were left to the Sith. The previous war was years ago now, but its lessons had been taken to heart in systems such as these. Nobody wanted to be the planet made an example of.

Reaching out, immersing herself in the flow, she let her eyes wander, allowing her gaze to settle on [member="Auteme Denko-Durren"], a young girl helping those seeking shelter into the tower. Kirie nodded to herself, slipping between hurried individuals in the crowd until she was eye-to-eye with the girl, whose aura she could sense dimly now that she was close to her.

Carefully, Kirie raised her grimy hands, and signed a simple message, which her protocol droid dutifully chattered aloud in a metallic feminine tone.

'My name is Kirie. I'm here to help. What can I do?'

Around them, civilians continued to shuffle inside, pouring into the building as the fighting continued to worsen outside.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective: Defend Bimmisaari
Allies: Jedi [member="Amon Vizsla"] [member="Mak Garr"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]
Enemies: Sith [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Keva"]

Tensions were brewing between the Silvers and the Sith for quite some time now. It was only a question of time before the Sith would start hostilities anew. Because of this, the eastern border worlds were on heightened alert, especially since the fall of Mandalore. Also, some machinegun pillboxes and sniper nests in the forest were reporting a Sith attack, and were dealing with the first wave. It was, once again, time for Jessica to take control of the planet's garrison personally, as she had when Bimmisaari was last attacked. But now that the main enemy army landed some distance away from the city, the time has come for them to taste intense firefights. Anti-aircraft batteries, under the form of quad-lasers, turbolasers as well as missile batteries, opened fire at enemy landing craft, as well as their fighter escorts launched from EMALS racks fitted on enemy ships; between the fleets in orbit, and the air patrols, the enemy will face hot landing zones, not only outside of Glastro, but even if they reached the city gates. For now, she needed to get the forces in the forest to engage the enemy, but not head-on: on top of that, it was entirely possible that any other enemy forces could attempt to land. It was not a given that they would attempt to fight her, even when she has the city garrison to lead as well.

"We're under attack!"

"Lure the enemy into the highway to Glastro! Once the enemy on the highway, flank them! Especially if it's a walker; we know the enemy loves their walkers and a mobility kill will make them vulnerable! Anti-aircraft, weapons tight! Jam the enemy sensors! Raise the city shield!"

"As you command, general"

"Commence attack run"

Meanwhile, a pod slammed into a building near the Tower of Law ([member="Darth Carnifex"]) before the theater shield around Glastro could be raised. A theater shield generator was installed in Glastro in the wake of the then-Galactic Empire attack; it didn't see a whole lot of service since then but here, today, especially if the enemy was intent on using heavy walkers that have no choice but to use the main highway to advance, the city's shield generator would be activated. For all the hardware, for all the forces the enemy could throw at us, their biggest weakness still hasn't been addressed: tunnel vision at the top! Them being of uneven skill at best at the top is not as big a weakness as it seems because, outside of me, our chain of command was rather uneven, too, but that's why I'm often - unless otherwise strategically warranted, such as on Azure - taking the point in the major engagements, she thought, while remaining mindful of keeping some air patrols around the city proper while an attack run was made in an attempt to not only take out ground-based air defenses (if any), but other enemy forces nearby, with a bombing run aimed at the main force that appeared to be densely packed. Between heavy mortar volleys fired at range and airborne bombing under the form of large plasma bomblets, the enemy would find its approach much more difficult to make.

Spoiler: Forces

Aircraft:

• Chiloon-IV fighters (both standard and endurance configurations)
• Telepath-III strategic bombers

Artillery:

• Sabre heavy mortar carrier (220mm mortars)
• Barataria main battle tank (direct-fire, missile batteries)
• SJ Field Artillery (fast attack)
• Hailfire-X-2 droids (heavy missile artillery)
• Turbolasers (in the city walls)
• Quad-lasers (in the city walls)

Infantry:

• SJ Heavy Weapons Infantry
• SJ Snipers
• Xi Charrian marines
• SJ Regulars

 

[Keva]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Bimmisaari surface [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Bring the Jedi to heel[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]SJO, @Pal’ru Vadarn[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]TSE [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her expression was as blank as the helmet she wore over her head, even as emotions toiled within her and came to boil out. She was a cold fury, and it made her all the more dangerous when she finally let out the force; amplified by the raw [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]emotion she had bottled within her for so many years. She relished the remaining troopers still fresh and pouring from the craft, some 40 still remaining after their rough landing. Some fell after the initial rush, but it mattered not.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The dogs came at them, and Keva was grossly amused now: the offensive now flipped to the defensive, and a well done defense was always so much easier. Moronic Jedi. She kept her eyes trained on the pink blade in front of her, allowing herself half a smirk. She twirled her saber: a simple command for the soldiers to begin an encirclement. The rest could deal with the firefight.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Keva was far from slow, and threw herself back after the Jedi’s initial attack. She had done her studying, learning the ancient tricks to kill these warriors, among her own experience of course. And unlike most force users, she kept ample armament on her body. She let loose with her charric, three shots going for the girl after her strike. She had no intent to wound her with these glowing blue bolts, no, she wanted basic training to kick in. To deflect such things like a blaster, and to be given the harsh realization of how easily a charric could knock a Saber from a hand.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her troopers did as commanded, those within her vicinity beginning to spread out and go wide in an attempt to surround the Jedi: use numbers to their advantage.[/SIZE]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Location: Glastro, Bimmisaari
Objective: Kill, Maim, Burn
Music: Anakin's Dark Deeds

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"Surround him! He can't take us all!"

Such foolish words. The Emperor would have told them so if he cared. Instead he let his actions speak for themselves, his Sith Sword dripping with the blood of fresh kills as he stalked out from behind the rubble of his planetfall. At his feet were two Silver Jedi Regulars, their armor cloven across their chests where the blade of the Emperor's weapon had passed. Beneath their armor was little more than a shriveled husk, all of the vitality and consciousness siphoned away the moment Derriphan's bite ended their lives.

His newest quarry approached in a clustered formation, levying their combined firepower against him in concentrated volleys. What blaster fire he deigned to deflect with his weapon smacked into the permacrete ground around him, the rest pinged harmlessly off of his armor. A rocket soared through the air towards him, puffy white contrails marking its trajectory from the rocketeer who fired it and its intended target. Before it could reach that target, the rocket was knocked off of its course as if by nothing, spiraling away to crash into an adjacent building with a tumultuous boom. The soldiers were unphased, however, and continued their frantic advance.

The Emperor raised a hand, as if motioning for the approaching soldiers to halt.

And halt they did.

Each soldier's eyes widened as they found their limbs unresponsive, frozen in place as if seized by arms that they could not see. They could only stand there, stupefied, as the Emperor casually approached them and began to butch them one by one. His strikes were quick, precise, and with purpose. It only took one strike for each soldier to perish, their armor parting under the Emperor's blade like it was made from tinfoil rather than reliable duraplast. Their bodies remained suspended in place up until the moment the Emperor passed them, then the entire squad collapsed to the ground.

They tried a tank next. It cornered the bend in the street ahead of the Emperor, its weapons swiveling to train on the Dark Lord as he approached. He reached out again, gripping the front chassis of the tank and lifting its nose up into the air. Then he closed his fist, and the metal crunched inward like paper. An ammunition magazine detonated somewhere within the machine, causing a chain reaction that destroyed the vehicle from within.

Carnifex tossed aside what remnants remained to clear his path.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]
[member="Keva"]​

 

[Pal'ru Vadarn]

Objective: Defeat Keva and Rendezvous with Reggie.
Tags: [member="Keva"]
Palrus troops wouldn't allow the Sith troops to simply circle her. They'd barge in and begin to take them on themselves. And while they had only about twenty men, they likely had the advantage of sheer raw emotion. This was their home, and they wouldn't lose it to the Sith. When the charric was fired at her, Palru dodged instead of simply blocking. Her Kohlen lightsaber slipped out of her other sleeve and into her free hand, igniting with an orange blade. She'd begin swinging both of them at Keva, hoping to do SOMETHING. She was no novice to using lightsabers, so it likely wouldn't be too easy for Keva. "You... you come here, attack and kill innocents... YOU MURDER THEM, UNWARRANTED." Palru would yell as she became a whirlwind of saber strikes. She'd end up using her pink saber to try and push Kevas saber to the side, trying to stab Keva through the diaphragm with her orange one. Her form didn't leave a lot of holes. It was clear she had decades of training.

 

[Romi Jade]

Location: Glastro, Bimmisaari​

Objective: Defend, defend, defend...​

Music: Duel of The Fates​

Tags: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]​

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Rushing into the square, she stopped to scan the several exits; majority were blocked by toppled high wall. Her stride worked in tandem with the low cadence of distant fighting, Romi vaulted over a high platform then dropped down to the ground and raced through a zigzag path through stands of towering fire-blackened trees. Looks like it could have once been the Commons -- a midlevel area of open spaces studded with thick columns that supported the sprawling cityscape.

The deeper she descended while navigating the city, the darker became the surroundings; the soot started to cling to the surface of her skin.

"Master!" her wrist orbiting her lips, "I was shot down--working on rendezvousing with a nearby squad" A subtle bend in her posture allowed her to round a corner "I've found this kid--" Static.

Embers and smoke fell from cracked ceilings, and the only light was that which found its way down through gaps in the crushed buildings. She came to a brief standstill -- just long enough to answer the toddler's, who was attached to her back, sudden cry out in fear. She shot him a reassuring glare, then dashed for a narrower space between two buildings.

"We're almost there okay? Keep your head down!"

She'd swaddled this kid in her bomber jacket and tied him to her back; she found him just after her ship went down.

They tried a tank next. It cornered the bend in the street ahead of the Emperor, its weapons swiveling to train on the Dark Lord as he approached. He reached out again, gripping the front chassis of the tank and lifting its nose up into the air. Then he closed his fist, and the metal crunched inward like paper. An ammunition magazine detonated somewhere within the machine, causing a chain reaction that destroyed the vehicle from within.

She emerged on the other side just some ways away from the destruction that befell the tank.

Heuhh

Carnifex tossed aside what remnants remained to clear his path.

And there she was.

"Oh...chit"

 

[Keva]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Bimmisaari surface [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Retreat[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]SJO, @Pal’ru Vadarn[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]TSE [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It was obviously hopeless, and the possibility of victory simply did not exist. Keva had lost before the battle had even begun, but it took the mightiest warriors to take a loss with their chin held high, and she would take some victory from this at the end of the day, and slaughter of the soldiers would be the greatest achievement today: emotion made people sloppy, and rushing to a mere handful of the main force left it effortlessly simple for the remaining Legionaries to turn their blasters and let it loose at those whom had left the confines of any sort of cover.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Keva’s sloppiness showed, she was a commander masquerading as a Sith at the end of the day. A mere Acolyte, a runt. She lasted a handful of moments, but it was simply not going to last long at all. She was thankfully able to at least deflect the kill blow, but it took no time for her to slip up and take a devastating strike: her saber arm disappearing with a flash of the enemy blade. Her armor offering nothing to defend against it’s blade, falling to the ground with her trophy weapon dead in it’s hand: the Chiss let out a snarl of pain. Using the pain and anger that now flowed within her, she let loose a wild force push to put distance between the two. The Jedi’s victory was assured and easily gained, the Chiss was into full retreat to hide behind the wall of Legionnaires. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Reminded all too clearly when the Vaagari scared her face with their vicious weapons, with teeth clenched she hooked her charric back onto her belt. Keeping whatever little focus she could keep to yank her saber back to her: she wasn’t going to abandon it so quickly. Her time in the battle had come to a quick end, for now at least. Maybe her crucible was still yet to come[/SIZE]

 

[Pal'ru Vadarn]

Location: Bimmisaari Surface
Objective: Regroup with Reggie
Enemies: TSE
Allies: SJO
Tags: [member="Keva"] [member="Reggie Faayare"]
Palru let out a violent grunt as she slashed Kevas saber arm off. She stopped after that, relishing in her quick victory. In her eyes, it didnt matter what Kevas status was within the Sith Empire. Palru knew she defeated a Sith all the same. But that confidence left her open to Kevas force push, causing Palru to be knocked off her feet, flying into a window and crashing through it. The force of her body hitting the building made some loose rubble fall in front of the window, separating the two opponents. Palru would put her left hand to her back as she squirmed to stand. “Damn... Sith!” She’d gasp. She had no lasting damage from that push. But a lasting feeling of whiplash. She’d stare at the blocked window for a moment, before walking to the door on the other side of the room. She’d slice it open, but let out a bit of her frustration by force pushing whatever remained out of her way. She still couldn’t get to Keva. But that didn’t concern her now. Regrouping concerned her. So, she went back into a sprint, continuing to the rendezvous point.

 

[Reggie Faayare]

Objective: Defend against the invaders
Allies: [member="Pal'ru Vadarn"]

The small group of defenders that Reggie lead had finally made it to a building that they could use as a defensive position. Wait, lead? Was that what he was doing? Anyway, the civilians have taken refuge in the building, while those fighting had gotten into positions where they could fire on the enemy either from the inside of the building or from behind some makeshift barricade. Their cover wasn't that good on the outside, but it was better than being in the open. Besides, Reggie would try to take as much attention of the others as he could. His training in Soresu, while no expert, would allow him to take most of the blaster fire. Only to a certain extent though. The people of Bimmisaari couldn't take on this number of invaders on their own, not even with two Jedi's help. They needed backup soon.

After awhile, Reggie reached out with the force to see how long the Jedi Knight and her forces would reach them. He realized that she was in battle with one of the enemy commanders, at least their signature seemed to be more intense than the infantry they were fighting now. While it seemed like she was winning, he needed the Knight and her forces to merge with the group here before they were overwhelmed. On the other hand, if that enemy force was defeated then the moral of their troops could be increased. The Padawan could move his forces to the others, but they wouldn't be able to defend the civilians as efficiently. He would have to weigh the options carefully.

Reggie reached out to his ally again carefully, making sure not to distract the Knight while she was battling. "I noticed that you're facing an enemy, are you in need of backup? Since the defenders with me are protecting the civilians, I would be the only one able to show up for now." The Padawan didn't say anything else, still blocking and sending blaster fire back at the invaders. If a strong enemy commander were to show up at his position and organize their troops, they could be in trouble. Even he could come up with different strategies for the time, they'd probably be evasive maneuvers.

 

[Pal'ru Vadarn]

Objective: Defend the city from the Sith
Allies: [member="Reggie Faayare"]

Palru got to the building with around ten men when she got Reggies message. She’d slash through the troops that were attacking Reggie from behind, before deactivating her lightsabers. “It’s good. The Sith are weaker than the Masters say.” She’d roll her shoulders. “The biggest issue is that I lost ten men due to her. But she is out of the fight now. Perhaps permanently.” Palru would quickly put her right hand on her back. It was still a little sore. “But that’s not what matters. What matters is defending these people, right? You have an idea on how to do that?” The ten men she had brought would set themselves up to help defend, Paula just awaiting an answer from Reggie.