Junction Murakami Initiative | SO & GA Junction of Bith & Colla IV

[Cord Starfall]

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Post: 6
Location: Mortis Bio-Sphere
Objective: Hero
Equipment: Green MidNight Duster | Fiend | Solar | Sith Armor | Wrist dart launchers & Wrist Lanvarok (Electro-darts & Explosive darts) | x2 DL-44 heavy blaster pistol | Sith Helmet Mask | Stun gauntlets | X2 Sith Daggers
Allies: Valery Noble | Todblaz Graker | Makani Kandor | Lossa Darcuhl | Connel Vanagor | Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris
Enemies: Darth Kentarch | Marcus Dinn
Engagement Tag: Lucia Naberrie | Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris

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Cord was quick in her steps as she moved forward to meet with droid woman the moment she got up from the ground. As Cord moved forward, she drew her other sword fiend. The pull of her other sword was slow, her shoulder burning and in agony from the plasma shot she had taken to it. Cord's teeth clinching through the pain pushing herself through it. Mentally telling herself it was far from the worst burns she had suffered. Like the time Muad Dib and his allies attempted to blow up a courthouse she was in she had spent several weeks in a bacta tank and months and months of recovery from those burns.

As she moved to close the gap with Lucia Cord heard the Jedi ask her who the hell she was remarking on the sword. "Cord Starfall!" Was all she yelled back as if that name meant anything well the Starfall part might considering her mother was a known terrorist and a onetime leader within the Brotherhood of the Maw. Beyond that their conversation would have to wait until the droid was dealt with.

The Gap came to two meters when Lucia lashed out with her light whip from left to right in in downward diagonal flow going for Cords right leg. Cord pivoted on her left leg spinning her right leg out and around as her left sword fiend came down then up and under in one fluid motion to catch the light whip and let it wrap around the sword. Sparks flew up in the air as the light whip struck the alchemically infused sith blade, sizzled and pooped as it wrapped around the blade. Fiend was just a normal sith blade unlike Solar which had the ability to create light.

Cord continued her pivot her left arm didn't have enough strength to pull hard enough either to yank the droid forward or to temporarily disperse the light whip wrapped around her blade fiend. Though as she spun in her pivot coming fully around, she did have enough reached to strike a side blow out with solar in her in right hand at the Droids right shoulder area. As she did, fiend began to start absorbing energy from the light whip like a traditional sith blade could do though at a slower rate than normal due to the dampening effect of the void stone. This move left Cords backside vulnerable though in the position she had now put herself in.

Thankfully though she had a bit of help as the Jedi launched forward with two light whip attacks in a frontal assault on the droid.

 

[Box Mattox]

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Nine light infantry speeders crested a rise in the terrain.

The repeating heavy blasters on the vehicles blazed away into the night, sending red bolts of searing energy across the battlefield.

This Sith landing site had thirty troops guarding it, clad in crimson armor and wielding repeating blaster rifles of their own. To their credit, they stood and fought bravely, returning fire unflinchingly in the face of the oncoming caravan of carnage.

A few retreated back to their dropship. Some tried to take off and get to the air, others tried to man the defense turrets.

But even as they scrambled to do so, A low-flying Tac Pod came up behind the speeder onslaught, firing laser cannons that centered on the Sith vessel.

Explosions, blood, and death followed. It was a slaughter, which was the way Box Mattox liked it. The Battleborn were able and ready to fight difficult battles, but Box considered any stand-up fight to be a failure of planning. The ideal scenario was always that his men would arrive along poorly protected vectors, deal overwhelming force, and disappear before an adequate retaliation could be made.

Once this Sith contingent was laid low, the supporting Tac Pod hovered overhead and protected the speeders. The speeders meanwhile came to a stop, with designated soldiers hopping off to collect hands and put them in biohazard bags. Grim work, quickly and efficiently conducted.

Then everyone was off again, speeding to the next target.

"Stay sharp, boys," Box called out from the lead speeder, coming over on the com frequency.

"It's a certainty that someone got off a transmission before they died. The next group won't be caught with their pants down."

 

[Ulic Indominus Kun]

Objective II: Tunnel

TAG: Darth Amarok Lady Venge

The Fallen Jedi found himself shrouded in darkness, the sound he heard began to approach, at first he thought it was one of those Mind Creatures, when snapping his blade back to life he looked ahead and approaching was one in shadow robes, their face obscured.

Ulic held his saber in preparation, both hands in the hilt when it raised its head and the eye sockets were missing. It pointed it long index finger with which was bone.

The Tormented Jedi stepped back. It began to follow pointing its finger, the Jedi tried to flee, he went back the path he came from, returning to the main tunnel where a white Mind Beast ran past in full gallop on all fours. The Jedi heard voices, he could see some red light in one direction approaching. He felt a tap on his back, he turned and eye less being kept pointing at him.

“What do you want from me?!”

He had a desire to cut down this creep, his eyes sparking. Seeing what seemed to be the crimson blades of Lord Amarox and Lady Venge. He became concerned, he had given in to the dark side, and was tainted, so to travel with them would risk further corruption. And yet Ulic was too ashamed to pretend he was the same Jedi that had arrived on this planet so he would not hide away from them.

Then there was this skeletal follower who said nothing, so he tried to reason with it.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

It nudged him with its hand.

“You want me?”

The Eyeless Being placed its ivory fingers on its chest and then pointed at Ulic.

The Fallen Jedi sighed.

“I do not understand..”

A Mind Feeder suddenly lunged, Ulic turned and met it with his golden saber, and cleaved a horn off making it turn and flee.

“These creatures.. Dank them! They have undone me! Aggh!”

He unleashed a storm of Force Lighting, the bolts sithered all about tearing at the walls, sending not fully awakened Roggwart like Demons to the ground smoking. The Silent Wraith continued to tao him with that finger.

“What?! Spill it out! Speak to my mind or something!”

The Mute Being just stopped there with those haunting eyes sockets that looked like hollowed out holes in this cave.

The Shattered Jedi leaned against the ice wall. He had come to this planet to seek death, and he had found it. The death of his old life, his ignorance of his linage, and the now he felt the cold chill of death that is the dark side, swirling around him. Worse he had what looked like a personification of death following him around like a puppy.

 

[Darth Tentaus]

Objective II: Dread’s Academy

TAG: OPEN

Lord Tentaus made his landing on a slipped mountain in the Kaba class ship. The ramp landed in the fresh snow patch, the towrring Togruta walked down the obsidian metal ramp into powdeelr, his respirator puffing trails of vapor smoke and his orange red eyes aglow. He saw that the main center was covered in snow, a slide of some kind. A IG droid hauled out a Bloodfin speeder that it placed in front of its Lord:

The Sorceror threw his leg over the seat, his black robes lapping pver the back, his montrals and lekku held in place by his head covering. He primed the engine before instructing the droid in a whisper,

“Stay with the ship.. kill all intruders.”

The droid’s head swiveled,

“Yez.. Master.”

The green thruster at the back propelled The Sith Togrura over the high level of ice and snow that the avalanche had caused. The speedee hummed a loud rattling sound as he crossed over tree tops, and evaded boulders that had risen to the top of the white foam. Seeing that the Temple and Library roofs were accessible, he came to library one, going off a jump he landed next to a starfighter. His glowing eyes examined it, Jedi by the looks of it. He drew his staffsaber and whet the glowing red blade, cutting the wing fin off and then carving the nose off. Then in a quick motion he snapped his hand and blade went away and he clipped it to his side.

He came to a door ajar, and with his black gloved hand pulled it open, he took a thermal detonator from his belt and tossed it inside, there was loud blasting sound and great cloud of black smoke that came out. He proceeded, crushing a skeleton’s skull and ribs beneath his feet.

Reaching the main hall on a second level he saw rooms and then a railing with leaning bookcases in a great open space. There was smolder of fire, he dropped down, his cape flowing in the air as he landed on bended knee. He levitated the burning pages, and eyes them. The loss of knowledge was a tavesty, whoever was responsible would burn…

He began his search among the untouched volumes, one caught hus attention, he levitated it down to his hands, the cover read:

The Mutability of The Pseudo-Murakami Orchids: Viral Parhogens and Topical Uses.

He poured through the pages, his memory absorbing the pages like files in his brain. He had not come to learn about the Orchid that worked, that purportedly could bring eternal life, he was more interested in plants that could re-write hosts at a cellular level and other ‘unnatural’ agents. He came across one, that was intriguing, Murakami Failure-054, “When ingested, the host becomes strong as Massassi, and amenable to programming like a droid.”

The Togruta Lord a snap shot of this with his mind. This was exactly what he wanted. The problem is that this failed orchid might be in the labs or disposed of. So he turned the page to the chemical compound, Lord Scaberous was meticulous in his notes.

As he digested the information, he heard noises about, it seemed the Academy was astir with all manner of visitors. He did not pay them heed, once he was engrossed in texts, he did not easily distract.

 

[Resh]

Evor​

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The man didn't even bother to block. He just moved. Resh burned hot with frustration and fear. This Sith could have killed him a hundred different ways by now, but instead he chose to just make a fool out of him. To push him around. It made the boy angry.

"Shut up!" Resh cried, charging the Sith down to impale him with his saber. He'd once been venerated by people like this. The cult Resh was raised by positioned him as some sort of dark messiah. Now here he was: a measly padawan being batted around by this Sith. It would be a lie to say that he wasn't often angered by the dissonance.

 

[Raphael Gallustrade]

The zombies had all gone after her and her team, he could still hear the screams of the men that Valery hadn't saved, could feel that fear. The creatures could feel it to, he thought. Still...he couldn't stop. There was dark side. There was anger and hatred and fear and suffering. The people... The death... It wasn't any different than anything he hadn't felt before. He knew the feeling intimately. Since he'd started living on that planet with his master... It was becoming harder and harder to resist that feeling. The death and darkness...

He held out a hand, as a burst of Force TK exploded outwards, knocking several of the zombies back, as he ran back the other way, opening fire. For what few he could take care of, he at least cleared out the alley that the others could use to escape. He would need to meditate the moment that he got back to Rapture. He needed to get past this. Perhaps spar with his master again, if she was up for it. The pain was somethign that he needed, was something to keep him locked and grounded.

But... his mind lashed back to Valery for a moment. She'd... hadn't she believed in him? Knew that he could do it? What did it matter? He'd gone too far to turn back now, there was nothing more for it... Yet, even as he retreated, escaping out of the facility, if safe from a few close calls, that lingering part of his mind, that annoying little itch that constantly told him "what if" kept bugging him. he couldn't stand it. he needed time, time away from this place and space away from Valery. The problem was that she knew he was out there, now, knew that he was still alive.

What would she say, if the two actually spoke? She would probably try and kill him, he was sith now, after all... No. She would probably try and save him... or knock him out and dr-- His mind snapped back suddenly, as he realized. River. He was suddenly as furious as he was ecstatic. The screams of Rapture would welcome him home, though... The screams of the dead and damned... they always welcomed him home...

EXIT

 

[Aymeric Prendergast]

TOWERS
~ghost, ghost, I know you live within me~

OUTFIT: x
OBJECTIVE: Purge anything dark side
ALLIES: Allyson Locke
HOSTILES: Darth Malum of House Marr

ODACER-FAUSTIN, ESSTRAN SECTOR, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

Allyson’s movement is swift throughout compartments beside the Academy entrance. Under the snow and shadow, she once again reverts back to her initial cloaking stance, albeit now, I can’t even feel the ripple of Force that used to be hers. Gone from the plainsight and Force-sight, becoming one with the cold breeze of Odacer-Faustin. I would’ve been left blind in the middle of nowhere if I haven’t spent a full-week with her, learning the hard way how important it is to notice every single small gesture on her figure, both body and facial expression, when working with her, and the slight hand-sign was all it needs for me to follow her towards the entrance of the academy, cloaking myself with the device.

Just as we had reached the front of the entrance, Allyson shot a band of light arrows through the breach entrance, possibly trying to track what’s beneath the large gate. It was a brilliant tactic, if not for the shadow that has been hovering on the roof of the academy that would’ve probably noticed the light arrows as soon as it was casted. I felt the ripple of the Force at the exact same time, a slight movement from the shadow. It is most likely casted by a high-ranking Sith, and it surely has been feeding intelligence to its master, which puts our position in jeopardy. Dealing with it would be the ideal course of action, yet the shadow was just simply too far away for me to cast Force-light and eliminate it.

They would be dead soon if they keep standing in front of the entrance, they have no idea what, or who are on the other side of that gate, and they have all the information necessary to catch us by surprise. There has to be another entrance, old Sith structures always have multiple secret entrances and exit, and there has to be multiple unimportant details that we just hadn’t seen nor thought of on our way to the entrance, and that would be our best chance of survival. That’s if the Sith hadn’t caught us on our way there.

Yanking Allyson’s hand purely on complete instinct, I can’t even feel her Force essence after all, I lead her by hand to take a detour, towards something, maybe it was a huge rock that just didn’t sit right. This unprompted can spell disaster for us, true, but it’s our best chance anyway. It came across my mind under distress, and that must be the calling of Ashla. I just hoped that we could find it on a first try, or that we would reach any suspected secret entrance before the Sith caught us, or just simply that Allyson didn’t break her disguise in surprise.
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[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Drear's Academy
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Jonyna Si

Unexpectedly lightning returned in kind from whoever or whatever was at the top of the stairs, and with it a sonic boom that helped to send him crashing to the bottom of the stairwell. The lightning lashed into his chest and drew a pained hiss from him but it was far from the first time he'd had to shrug off Force Lightning. This variety didn't seem as potent as what he was used to dealing with either, thankfully.

As Darth Strosius started picking himself up off the ground though his attacker came through the blizzard's haze with a weapon bared and a clear shot to slash at him. Oddly enough he didn't see an ignited blade at the end of the hilt in her grasp, but he knew better than to assume she was just going to punch him. Perhaps she was going to activate the blade at the last moment to catch him off-guard? He had to be ready to meet it regardless so his gaze fixed on the hilt and her hand to determine where to position his lightsaber to block her incoming slash.

Having to kneel due to his earlier crash, his sword was leveled close to the ground and arced up towards the oddly armored attacker like a pike awaiting cavalry. As she neared however and his lightsaber moved to intercept her slash, the sword's blade lit up with lightning once more and another bolt of Force Lightning shot forth to try and catch her before he had to block her strike.

 

[Darth Tentaus]

Objective II: The Library

TAG: OPEN

The Togruta Sith Lord having consumed the information from the volume, put it back in its place. He scanned the rest of the texts with his glowing orange eyes, most of them were historia and bestiary, nothing of interest to this Sorcerer Scientist. Turning away from that book case he looked at the great leaning one, climbed it like a ladder, pawing at the codexes with his gauntlets, most of them were journals and more archives, few of it was scientific. His better chances would be to head to The Lab of Scaberous, rather his Dungeon. The Main Lab was centered far from The Academy, the Secret One was here. All Scientists divided their findings and assets, never a good idea to store your discoveries in one place. While part of his secrets would be at the Main Lab, other pieces were hidden, only with both could one put together the breakthroughs. Lord Tentaus began to look around The Library, for anything odd or out of place, he examined the book shelves for volumes that did not belong when he saw One, “The Great Mystery,” a book of poetry among research papers and journals. He grabbed the purple book and felt it was hollow, opening it there was a purple triangular holocron. A key. Taking it to the center, he held out his hands and tried to access it when a image of a hooded figure appeared,

“Well done.. you are cleaver whoever you are.. though not yet worthy of the secrets I have uncovered. This holocron acts as a key somewhere in this Academy. If you can find out where, the next clue I will reveal.”

The image faded away into purple static. The Togruta Sith was intrigued, he enjoyed puzzled, sharpened the mind. The task was now to find where this key fit, and it was not likely to be The Library, perhaps The Temple, or somewhere less obvious. So began the search flr the Holocron key hole.

 

[Evor]

Resh​

The boy's cry echoed around the hallway, filling the air with his anger. No retort escaped from Evors lips, it would take less to break the padawan than anticipated. He was already confused and lost in more ways than one. The jedi had failed him by sending him alone into the dark hallways to die. The only thing he could hope for was mercy, something that had grown increasingly hard to come by.

Crimson met Indigo as the Sith Knight raised his blade and moved to bat the young jedis lightsaber away with a single flourish of his arm and hand. His feet followed quickly after, moving forward half a step before one leg left the ground. A push kick, aimed at whatever part of Resh was available. Be it leg or torso he pulled the kick a little but, trying to humiliate the boy further by sending him into the dirt or stumbling into a wall.

“Quiet me then, little rabbit. Unleash your fury upon me. Make me pay for my sins in flesh, bone and blood.”

 

[Elmindra Xitaar]

Objective 1: Fleet to Fleet
Odacer-Faustin
In Orbit
Tags: Box Mattox | Liram Angellus | Kyraj | Michael Hightower | OPEN

Fleet:

Spoiler

Capital Ship: "The Omen" Sutta-class Sith Battlecruiser

Command: Elmindra Xitaar, Rajakzânkut​

Crew: Rajakzânkut, Falleen (FU), Jen'rusalka​

3 Squadrons:​

3 Vindican-class Troop Transports​

1x Ignisir-Class Star Destroyer

Command: Rajakzânkut​

Crew: Jen'qazoi, Jen'rusalka, Jen'koshû, Jen'ari, Falleen (FU)​

8 Squadrons:​

5 HSF-97 "Buzzer" Starfighters​

3 HAF-33 "Starbane" Bomber Transports​

2x Aries-Class Cruiser

Command: Rajakzânkut​

Crew: Jen'qazoi, Jen'rusalka, Jen'koshû, Jen'ari, Falleen (FU)​

7 Squadrons per Cruiser:​

2 HSF-97 "Buzzer" Starfighters​

5 HAF-33 "Starbane" Bomber Transports​

1x Quardent-Class Corsair Destroyer "Soudforz"

Command: Kyraj, Rajakzânkut​

Crew: Jen'koshû, Jen'ari, Jen'qazoi, Jen'rusalka​

3 Squadrons:​

1 HSF-24 "Hoplite" Elite Starfighters​

2 HAF-33 "Starbane" Bomber Transports​

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8x Jaw-Class Gunship "Rogue" (1 squadron)

Throughout the Esstran sector, rumors of the abandoned world of Odacer-Faustin churned. Cursed, they said. Haunted. Damned. Massive corpses of starships floated aimlessly in and amongst the planet's asteroid belt. It was said no ship that found its way to the orbital graveyard returned, and those unlucky enough to reach the planet’s icy surface were lost forever. It was there, drifting among the detritus, as cold and lifeless as the abandoned starships, several resurrected Maw ships lay in wait, recently excavated from their grave, repurposed, and brought here to execute the will of their new king.

As the mercenary Headhunters and Galactic Alliance starships closed the distance in an effort to get planet side, they would notice a thick eerie mist boiling out into being before them. Spilling forth from the gaping bellies of derelict cruisers, dozens of Jen’quazoi swarmed the battlefield, dissipating their bodies at an unnerving speed into fog banks stretching for miles between the enemy carrier and the planet’s surface. The mist’s significant radioactivity would challenge any sensors with near-total blackout, save for the most advanced surveillance and telemetry systems.

The mists enveloped two Aries-Class cruisers, casting them into a starless darkness. Within the command decks, the dim red glow of emergency backup lighting flickered on. Fortunately, light mattered little to the undead and their reptilian Rajakzânkut commanders.

“Enemy sssstarfighters closing.”
“Do not engage. Our directive is to focussss on the larger vesselsss and remain undetected.” Vice Captain Ag-Ro-Na hissed in response to her first officer. “Correct our posssition with the information you receive from the wraithssss as Captain Xitaar insssstructed. Enginessss are to remain on low power until the ritual is complete and the weapon is ready.”
“Yesss, vicsse captain.”

Shrouded in the mists, the cruisers began slowly listing into position, the Rajakzânkut navigators using the sensory input they received from the Jen’quazoi to line up the hulls toward the enemy carrier. The mist wraiths would blackout even allied ship’s sensors but their ability to telepathically communicate gave them a distinct advantage as they were able to relay information on all that they could see as they spread out over the battlefield. The ship’s double-sealed engines recycled most of its exhaust signature into the life-support and weapons systems allowing the cruisers to remain virtually invisible from scanners, especially while running on low power and amidst a field of radiation.

Meanwhile, deep within the bowels of the cruisers, discordant singing harmonized with blood curdling screams, the nightmarish song echoing through the misty halls. Gathered around a sacrificial altar within the temple at the heart of the ship, a coven of Jen'rusalka, twisted reanimations of the Dark Adepts of Hegenika, spilled the blood of their sacrifices. As they worked, the Force crackled and sparked around them, their malicious intent charging the ship’s specialized weapon through the Ritual of Ruination. Due to the weapon being powered entirely by the dark side of the Force, it would require a being sensitive to such energy or otherwise specialized equipment to detect it rather than traditional starship sensors.

Elsewhere in Odacer-Faustin’s system, The Omen remained at the ready. Captain Elmindra Xitaar and her team of force-sensitive navigators prepared to micro jump into the action when the time was right.​

TLDR:

Spoiler

Jen'quazoi (mist wraiths) swarmed the starship graveyard/asteroid belt around Odacer-Faustin, obscuring the battlefield and shutting down sensors save for advanced telemetry.
2 Aries-class cruisers moved into position, using the mist as cover and prepared the Ritual of Ruination, a Force-powered weapon, to fire upon the enemy carrier.
Several other Maw ships remained offline, hiding among the detritus and mist.
Elsewhere in the Odacer-Faustin system, Captain Elmindra Xitaar prepared The Omen to micro jump into the action.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Engaging: Darth Strosius
Attire: The Panther
OOC Music: The Vengeful Ghost

Pain. She could feel it. The stinging of electricity running through her nervous system. Part of her wanted to draw Liz again, but that would just give away her nature. No, this was a battle of will now. Her blade locked up with his, and she worked through the pain. Whatever electronics were within her suit fried, but it didn't matter to her. She wasn't looking to use them much anyways.

With the click of a button, the blade shortened, allowing her to break the lock up, and go for a downward slash at her opponent's leg. Normally, she'd crack a joke. Throw a quip. No, this was not Jonyna fighting. This was the Panther. She focused her powers, the snow swirling around them rushing towards her opponents arms, sticking and slowly attempting to form a solid mass of ice on his arms. She'd deal with him quickly then move on to the objective at hand. Or at least, that was the hope.

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[Box Mattox]

Battleborn Carrier 'Gorskin' in position near Odacer-Faustin​

Commander Grisdale stood on the expansive bridge of the Gorskin, watching in concern as something right out of a horror-vid unfolded into orbital space.

"Sensors," he ordered, wanting an explanation for what he was seeing.

Lieutenant Maloni shook her head at the sensor station, "I've never seen anything like it, Sir. And it's blocking sensors, so figuring out what it might be is... problematic."

"Communications too," Lieutenant Freydis added from her station, "at least, it's blocking any communications that have to pass through orbital space. We can still communicate with extra-orbital assets. We have eleven headhunters reporting in from Close Area Patrol screening positions."

Grisdale frowned. He didn't like big, ominous mysteries that plopped themselves between him and his Captain and landing force.

Or... more like 'oozed' than 'plopped' in this case. It all felt oddly organic to him.

"Reach out to Admiral Angellus," he ordered, "see if he has any advice about..." The Commander waved vaguely at the viewport. "This."

The Gorskin was a formidable combatant, more than capable of supporting its troops on an operation. But she wasn't one of the supercarriers the GA liked to play with. This cloud of... stuff... wasn't something Grisdale felt secure taking out on his own.

Never mind the sure presence of undetected warships concealed within the dark expanse.




TL;DR The Gorskin oggles this weird development and asks the GA for advice.


Liram Angellus
Elmindra Xitaar

 

[Liram Angellus]

GAME ON YAKHEAD!​

Spoiler: CARRIER

LEAD SHIP NAME:CELESTIAL CITY

SHIP CLASS: SUPER CARRIER

EQUIPPED: 25x L4Vele Series Deployable Defense turrets.

Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

Spoiler: FIGHTER COMPLIMENT

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT:

103rd Tactical Starfighter Wing "Angel of Death Squadron"

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION
[*]Super Archangel class Multi-Role Fighter/Interceptor (10 Squadrons)

STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER
[*]Elysian class Strike fighter (10 Squadrons)

181st Tactical Starfighter Wing “Voodoo Wing”

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER
[*]NC-1000 X-Wing (10 Squadrons)

DEFENSIVE FIGHTER SCREEN
[*]Starfury class Starfighterhttps://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/sf-067-starfury-starfighters.164611/https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/sf-067-starfury-starfighters.164611/ (2 Squadrons)"
[*]Big Fury" class Starfury Starfighter (2 Squadrons)

BOMBERS W ESCORT

[*]"AMF" Y-wing Bomberhttps://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/a-m-f-class-y-wing-bomber.168173/https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/a-m-f-class-y-wing-bomber.168173/ (6 Squadrons)
[*]Sovereignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter (5 Squadrons)

78th Support Air Division “Ares Wing”

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS

[*]Cherub Gunship (2 Squadrons)
[*]Cherub Transport (2 Squadrons)

SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION - SCARs use the Jackal Fighter for its balance of speed and maneuverability as well as its remote capabilities. This allows the elite pilot/operators to"bail" and operate in zero-G often a tactic in boarding capital ships.
SCAR WING

[*]Jackal Class Starfighter (1 Squadron)

Spoiler: ETHEREAL MARINES PER CARRIER

Seraphim Marineshttps://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/73rd-marine-battalion-the-seraphim.152818/https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/73rd-marine-battalion-the-seraphim.152818/
Powered Armor

Cherub Troop Transport

Cherub Gunship
Saraquael Fighting Vehicles
A-2319 Tanks
"Haniel" Tank Mk II
"Gundark" Multi-Purpose Vehicle
Jackhammers
"Mauler" Class Mobile Command Center
18x Skycranes

For anyone that wants to read it, The Angellus family history to this point Is here.

Angellus "Ewan Isaacs - CAG/SCAR Teams CO"
[ANY COMMUNICATIONS INSIDE THESE BRACKETS ARE THE RESULT OF COMMS COMMUNICATION]
SECTOR: Odacer - Faustin
ORDERS: Providing fleet security in orbit
WINGMATES: Box Mattox
ENGAGING: Elmindra Xitaar

"CONN - TACTICAL! - We're suddenly losing sensors…." Shouted the Tactical Dept. Supervisor.

"COMMS TOO! We can communicate with ships close by but anyone down on the planet is on their own. at the moment. " Followed up the Communications sup.

"Sir, the Gorskin is hailing us, they are asking for directives on how to handle this?" Yelled out the Communications dept. Supervisor. There was growing concern, this screamed "ambush" but no one could be sure of it.

Sound "General Quarters", launch fighters, deploy turrets and arm weapons.

Putting up the comm panel on his table, Liram brought up the visage of a very busy Captain Ewan Isaacs, The carrier air wing's "CAG".

Captain, I want you to take the SCAR wing and move out to… running his finger up and down his map. 374.1a mrk 1893.47g Ewan respected the chain of command, but he knew that Liram was a fighter pilot before on the bridge, so this did not make sense.

Sir, with respect that takes us way out of any fight.

Liram nodded. I want to see if my theory is correct. If we're about to be hit, I want to see who or what I can pull away. You're not the only fighters doing this. I'm sending the bombers too. If this is an ambush, I'll have "Super Angels" coming in fast to back you up. If not, you'll be in prime spot if we need you.

Yessir. He clearly was not convinced, but the SCAR Team leader was not going to question his orders. In that moment, Liram had remembered that "Gorskin" was looking for assistance.

Extend the range of our turrets and message the Gorskin that they can move to within the net. Tell them to keep their fighters tight. We don't know what we are dealing with yet, if anything. I want the remaining X-wings to begin probing that gas, I want to know what it is. If this is all some kind of decoy, I want our stealths circling the planet from behind us and making their way back. I want to make sure we're not being distracted that way either. Game on Yakheads

"Ooah!"

Spoiler: TLDR

Sending SCAR fighters and Y-wings out and well away from the fight. If they are attacked Super Angels will come in at attack speed to defend.
Deploying turrets and telling Gorskin to move inside the net for defense (just in case)
Launching remaining fighters
Running close patrols, X-wings probing cloud.
Elysians circling the planet in opposite direction, if something bad is found they will target nearby ships using full stealth.

 

[Box Mattox]

"INBOUND!"

The Battleborn Company, on the surface near the Bio-Spire, had just taken out their second target. It had gone so smoothly it was threatening to become a routine: Come over a ridge in force, blast the Sith troopers with heavy repeating blasters from their speeders, and take out any Sith landing craft with the Tac Pod.

They now had sixty hands in their biohazard sacks. Enough to pay for the trip.

From here on out, they'd be earning profit.

But then that one word signaled a change in fate: Inbound. The point speeder had called it in just before it became visible to the rest of them.

Their Tac Pod, flying overwatch, chimed in on coms next, "Confirmed. Tie Brute on Intercept Course. Positioning to Enga-"

They didn't get to finish their sentence.

The Tie screamed like a banshee into the skies above the battlefield, blazing away with heavy laser cannons. The speed of these craft was impressive, and hard to fathom until you'd seen them in action. Its laser fire- more potent than that of a normal Tie- obliterated the Tac Pod before it could respond.

As quickly as it had come, the Tie flew on... doubtless coming about for another pass. Next time, it would be gunning for their speeders on the ground.

"Launcher Units, You're Up!" Box shouted the order even as the flaming debris from the Tac Pod hit the ground nearby. Fortunately, it hadn't been full of personnel. Only one pilot had lost his life.

Designated soldiers from each of the speeders hefted up a shoulder-fired missile launcher. The scream began again, an unnerving cry that bounced off of every ridge and rock, resonating within their very minds. Then the Tie Brute burst into being again, coming in from another direction. Two missiles lifted off from the ground to intercept the fighter as Box's missile troops locked on.

The first missile was slightly ahead of the second. It detonated into the Tie Brute's massive laser cannons. But the Brute was armored- one of the few Ties that had such a feature. The starfighter shuddered, but remained intact as it soared through the fiery explosion despite the direct hit.

Then the second missile stuck. It exploded into the cockpit proper, instantly killing the pilot and sending the Brute spinning out to crash upon the rocky ground.

"Splash One," the responsible man announced, feeling some grim pride in the accomplishment.

"Did you get sensor confirmation of the kill," Maldor asked over comms.

That was important. They'd need the bounty on the downed Tie to pay for the loss of a Tac Pod. The Battleborn Company wasn't living hand-to-mouth. They had quite a bit of money in the bank after lifetimes of work. But maintaining that money meant making a profit on every engagement. It would be easy to become complacent, use savings to absorb losses, and then suddenly find themselves penniless and unable to re-arm or recruit replacement personnel.

The trooper checked his missile launcher's targeting computer. "Confirmation recorded successfully, Skipper."

Box nodded, "All right. Reload and ride out. We've got more targets to kill, and I don't think it's going to get any easier. Mumbles, contact the LZ and tell them to send another pod and have someone bring my Headhunter. I think things are about to get dicey."

Mumbles, the officer on the command speeder's comms, nodded and relayed the order. But then they started hitting switches on the speeder's console repeatedly. "Sir, we have comms to the LZ no problem. They'll be sending the craft. But Captain, we've lost comms to the ship. It's like the Gorskin isn't even there anymore."

Box slapped the young man on his armored shoulder, "Don't worry, son. It's just jamming."

... he hoped.

 

[Resh]

Evor​

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Resh was overpowered by the Sith's swing, knocking his blade aside and moving him off course. Than a dull sting connected with his ribs. A kick strong enough to knock the padawan back onto the ground. That hurt much worse than he thought it would. But still the boy stood up, reigniting his lightsaber.

"Give up then!" He replied, a dry, almost sarcastic tone suprinsgly touching his voice, "Better yet, just leave me alone!"

 

[Lady Venge]

Objective II

Venge could hear the Jedi screaming, seemingly arguing with himself, from somewhere down a passageway that she hadn't noticed previously.

"This way," she motioned to Darth Amarok as she took the lead, her dual lightsabers poised to deal swiftly with whatever Sithspawn lurked within the passage.

Suddenly, she stopped short, causing Darth Amarok to bump into her from behind. Before them Ulic Indominus Kun was leaning against the wall, with a skeletal figure cloaked in robes, standing besides him and pointing.

"What the?!," Darth Amarok sputtered, completely at a loss for words.

"I haven't a clue," Venge replied, a feeling of dread totally out of character for a Sith Lord, slowly beginning to creep up the back of her neck.

 

[Ulic Indominus Kun]

Ulic tried to reason with the Mite Numbskull and to no avail when he turned and saw Darth Amarok and Lady Venge standing at a distance. Where they hesitating to approach? Had The Jedi so changed from his ‘awakening’ that they thought he was someone else? Or was it the Skull Man who had become his back up dancer on this Force Forsaken place?

Ulic felt reservations about approaching The Lord and Lady. His recent use of the dark side would make him smell of sulfur and they might attempt to convert him to the Sith. Then again was he already converted? He had wielded Lightning on the Sith Spawns. Was that enough to mean he was fully fallen? Or would he have to use such powers on a Jedi? The truth is he had no clue, all This Mixed Up Jedi knew is he felt tainted, and devoid of assurances. A part pf him hoped the Skeletal Sidekick would pop out a scythe and cut him down, but that would mean Chaos. Aurly there was a way to be redeemed, other Jedi had fallen and risen again, his namesake Ulic Qel Droma being one of them. But this Ulic had not the blood of Qel Droma, instead he was a Kun.. a Kun.. he might as well be the devil’s son.

Deciding he could forstall no longer he adressed Lord Amarok and Lady Venge,

“He is harmless, so far as I know. I on the other hand..”

He womdered if they could sense it, the ‘conflict’ that now rook the place of resolve. The internal battle from which Ulic could not escape now waged loudly in his soul.

“.. feel lost.”

Perfect choice of words, for he had been lost literally a moment ago, and now metaphorically he was still so.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Drear's Academy
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Jonyna Si

To his surprise he did feel the familiar clash of blades when his foe bore down on him with her seemingly unignited blade, although he was still unable to see the blade itself and hear its sound. He chalked it up to the blizzard and the academy distorting his senses in that regard. As long as he had a watchful eye on his opponent's hands then it shouldn't prove too much of an issue. Or so he thought at least.

Suddenly the unseen blade was freed from their clash and the masked man's eyes narrowed as he glanced down to see the hilt aimed to slash at one of his legs. Given their positioning his only choice of dodging would be to roll to the side but that would leave him open to further attacks, so instead Darth Strosius focused on going on the offensive. What he quickly noticed when he attempted to slash out at the armored Jedi however was a new weight on both of his arms, glanced to the side to spot ice forming on his limbs.

He hissed in pain as he felt a lightsaber slash into his leg and muttered a curse as he willed his arms to move despite the frost slowing his movements. His lightsaber moved to slash across her chest and cut her from shoulder to side while his sword thrusted up to try and catch the arm wielding her unseen blade before she could pull it back to defend.

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Objective: 3 - Post 9
Equipment: Skinsuit, Full Gear
Accessories: Bracelet, Echo Stone
Weapons: Lossa's Lightsaber, Turmoil - Lightsaber, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby
Tags: Marcus Dinn

"Depends on the day!" It seemed a strange thing, her laughing about her own words given a Sith was questioning her allegiances. But it was hardly her place to call herself a jedi with how she'd conducted herself.

What she didn't appreciate however was the commentary of her connection with the Force.

"Can't have the Light without knowing the Dark. Besides that, they're the same coin." Dismissive of his words as she kept the kernel of confirmation to herself for later. She'd suspected, but hearing it from someone who at the very least wasn't ashamed to admit they were Sith. Well that had to count for something.

Their dialog cut short with his kick and her slinging a glitter bomb in his face. The reaction nothing short of someone assaulted thoroughly with the worst craft item in the galaxy. Albeit overdone when the man reached out with the Force and she heard the ceiling give way.

The oh chit look on her face hidden as she only had a second to glance up and figure out her best chance at survival.

Instinct rather than anything one could solidly call training taking over as her hands rose with the Lightsaber in each held by a thumb. The Force colliding between her open hands upward in a thin draw that split the ceiling as it came down. A narrow split forming as it came hurtling down. The brief second of reprieve short lived as it failed to do more than crumble in half.

The pieces coming down atop her and burying her for moment as the hiss of her blades extinguished.