Not the Hero this city needs, but the Villains it Deserves! [OS/TU versus GR]

[Marcus Itera]

Location: Somewhere near Chazwa's capital
Objective: Do the right thing
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], Honor and Justice
Enemies: [member="Jardo Snow"], [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Tyranek"], The One Sith, The Techno Union

It was complete and utter chaos. Innocent men, women, and children fell left and right to bombs raining in from overhead, were felled by crimson saber, or cut down in the crossfire between clone soldiers and that of the One Sith and their corporate allies. War was hell, and the carnage Marcus was witnessing appeared to be the peak of destruction and violence - with complete disregard for life itself. Innocent people caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Let's go! Move! Get your shebs into gear!" The old Sergeant shouted at the squads of armored men behind him. Good men, some of the last remaining Mark II Dreadguard that still existed. Force dead, clad in phrik armor, and bristling with weaponry that even those all-powerful Force wielders found hard to deflect. They were trained for one thing and one thing only: to kill Sith. This fight wasn't about socialism, capitalism, or freedom. It was about life, and defending what really mattered at all costs.

The Dreadguard fanned out, taking up positions alongside the clone soldiers as they swept the feet out from under their invaders. Close combat ensued, with Crushgaunt meeting lightsaber every step of the way.

A young, green woman caught his eye and Marcus sprinted over, rifle cradled in his arms. "Master Jedi, my men have the left and right flanks cleared. We'll try to keep the Sith off of the civvies as long as we can." He cocked his head back at a few men stationed back with communications gear, "I've got Combat Control on the horn with more evac shuttles coming in by the minute.

"Let's hope they aren't too late."

As for that particular Gen'Dai landing in the middle of a plaza, that didn't happen to be the best choice of a landing zone. High up in the buildings sat heavy weapons emplacements that had been hastily erected, and were now spraying bolt after bolt into the invaders spewing out of their drop pods with no cover in sight.

But when the massive, hulking form of a creature the likes of which Marcus had never witnessed started firing into the crowds of civilians, the Supercommando was livid. He took off into a dead sprint towards the creature, Dreadguard marksmen dropping the stray Sith trooper that wandered too close.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Time: 2155 Galactic Standard Time
Location: Chazwa
Forces: Aliit'Drahr, Various TU Battle Droids, Blackblade Guard

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The armies of the One Sith and the Techno Union scoured through streets, fighting having broke out in nearly every sector of the city. Civilians ran for cover and Republic Forces in the Form of Clones, Enlisted, and Paramilitary, as well as Police forces fought throughout the city against the savages that tore at their capital, the bastion that they placed their backs to. The first minutes were over, GNN hovercopters circled from afar trying to get shots of the destruction and the battle as it was unfolding throughout their city.

"There appears to be Republic Forces attempting to hold a corridor for civilians to escape the city, forces have rallied along the corridor and armor groups are congregating in that area. From appearances the invading forces are harassing them but aren't launching full out assaults against our boys in armor. The clone army seems to be congregating strongest at the Executive building, and the fighting there has been listed as a RED, extreme caution." The man in the hovercopter said as the filming crews took shots of a large swath of the city seeing Republic Clones and police forming a line with civilians being funneled back and away from them.

"It seems the invaders aren't as scattered as we had first believed, they have rallied into moderate sized groups and are storming aerial defense turrets and launching an all out assault against the Executive building. Lets go to Dan on the ground. Dan are you alright?" The screen of the GNN Holofeed changed.

"Yes Fergus. This is a warzone down here and the Republic Military, as well as soldiers from the invading forces are urging civilians in red zones to stay indoors, get as low as you can, preferably in a bathtub or a room without windows. People in Yellow zones that are confident in their ability to move quickly are being urged to evacuate by the invading forces, and it should be noted that civilians are only very rarely being fired upon, and even then non-lethal weapons are being used. The forces attacking the planet are using large groups of civilians to occupy larger Republic Forces with evacuation efforts rather than being able to rapidly respond." Rather than using human shields the forces of Clan Vereen and the Techno Union were using the threat of Human Shields. When groups of civilians got large enough they were funneled towards large companies of Clones and Republic Military forces allowing the warriors to break from combat and relocate without attacking the civilians. If the Republic wanted to butcher its own people it could, but the Union would not be.

"Give me the camera." The voice was gruff, elderly, and the old beaten up Beskar'gam of the man how appeared in front suggested a long time veteran warrior. "But I have a broadcast to make?" The news man protested. "What are you touched? I just launched a grenade at enemy troops not fifty meters from here. Beat it buckaroo."

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The heaviest fighting was taking place outside the Executive building, were what few armor groups the assaulting forces had were fighting against the heavy entrenched Loyalist Clones. The Blackblade Guard spearheaded this assault supported by fire support units of Aliit'Drahr and TA2 Super Battle Droids. By keeping the fighting as a whole spread out the Invaders forced Republic Forces to remain thin in most areas and kept massive formations from being able to rapidly respond to the still developing situation. Even now the areas around the Executive Building were being struck by drop pods unloading automated turrets using IFF and Weapon Detectors to identify threats and pin down troops attempting to rally and amass in the area. Gatecrasher Drop Pods equipped with mole miner Plasma-Jets hammered into the building on rare occasion, normally as smoking wreckages as the now fully active AA guns around the building and throughout the city fought to keep the skies clear.

The massive Ori'edee-class Shield walker had taken damage on its way in, but now lumbered slowly towards the Executive building with a large concentration of Warriors and droids defending it along with Cobra-class Gunships hiding within its large area defense shield. Even as it walked, its injured joints creaked and groaned as metal continued to bend. Grimlock hadn't been brought out for this, he was... far too precious a commodity to risk on an assault that would like see all non-biological units left behind.

Squadrons of starfighters did battle in the clouds and skies while gunships hammered infantry and armor units on both sides. The highly mobile assaulting Forces were struggling to maintain the element of surprise and control over the responding republic forces, but were avoiding full scale engagements outside of the executive complex.

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"Gorran, keep them moving." The big man looked back over his shoulder at the smoking rubble where there had once been a defensive battery. More needed to be popped. As many as possible in order to escape with all the brothers and sisters on the planet. The wookiee growled out an order and the small group of elites jumped to the next building, then descended like the Angels of Death on the heavy laser emplacements below. Shields were broken, swords rent armor, and blasters left smoking holes in clones. Moving along this path would put them on a collision course with the ARC troopers of [member="Krenis Skirata"] shortly.

The war was even. The Republic forces vastly outnumbered their invaders, but they had choices to make, decisions to ponder. Civilians out of the engagement zones, or fighting head on with the mobile military veterans ducking from one fight to the next.

Senses told the man he was needed elsewhere, at the foot of the executive building there was a war on, a fight. The man felt a familiar presence, one whose mind he had toyed with in the past. Well, perhaps it was time to see who she was. He turned from the main group, only a few blocks away from the barricades where the clone army was putting up its defense against the Sith and the Union who were arriving with glorious purpose. When one could not be redeemed by the Light, they were punished soundly by the Dark. The Sith today were the burning spirit of vengeance against the False Republic.

The man's jump pack carried him down from the burning tower and into the lines of Blackblade Guard currently combating the Clone Army with all the expertise of the Former Emperor's personal army. Missiles screamed overhead, blaster bolts and slugs whizzed by, but the presence of the woman was in distress already, and around the side of the building. Good. Trying to battle her out here was suicide. Cloaking field active the man bolted as fast as his cybernetically enhanced legs could carry him around the out skirts of the battle. Her presence was close, preparing herself for a different battle.

Other presences made themselves known, a warrior, dark and powerful in his own right, obviously a Sith entity, a man, just a man among all this chaos. "Air Support hitting the Executive Complex, all forces look out." The sound of engines burning through the sky as a half squadron of Cobra Gunships sprayed the building overhead with rockets and rapid fire laser bolts on a strafing run, spraying the area with dust, smoke, and small pieces of burning debris in their attempt to disable and destroy the heavy weapons covering this side of the building.

Shield in one hand, ostrine axe in the other, Draco advanced meeting the two beings, the man, [member="Marcus Itera"] ,and the familiar woman, [member="Chevu Visz"] . The Mandalorian armor was easily recognizable, dark grey as he dropped from his perch about twenty meters away from them, the shimmering field of the cloaking device disappearing. <Remember me.> The voice would echo in her mind. <HE IS HERE> the screaming of small children, shrill and filled with animal-like growls.

 

[Chevu Visz]

In what seemed like an instant, the hot zone got hotter. A dropship appeared in the middle of the sector and belched out an enormous Sith warrior. The eight foot behemoth began firing a repeating blaster on anything living in his path. GADF soldiers and civilians alike fell like dominoes. Chevu ducked behind a twisted durasteel beam and began to gather the Force around her, charging up an attack.

Her comm pinged and she fielded a call from [member="Harmon Taldan"] a pilot she'd flown with on previous missions.

"Roger that," she returned, her worried eyes lingering on a X-wing shape coming down out of the clouds. It did a barrel roll as it parted the black smoke. The Mirialan knew that flying anywhere. Coren and Porter. "Watch the skies, Harm. Incoming friendly air assaults."

Clicking off her comm, she turned her gaze to one of their Dreadguards who told her that he'd ordered more evac shuttles.

"Good," she said to [member="Marcus Itera"]. "This place is a death hole. I have a feeling we'll need them." She pulled her BTI-WB "Woebringer" Heavy Blaster Pistol from it's holster and fired off a few shots at Sith and Techno Union forces. Out of the clear blue, Chevu heard a voice in her head. And the bastard was familiar.

Remember me.

Sith me. It was the Dark Jedi she'd faced on Hypori, the one she'd rappelled down the side of building to get away from. She didn't know where the fether was, but she was ready for him this time. She began to work on her mental defenses, aiming to push him out of her head before she could fall for his mind tricks again. Still, the sound of those laughing children chilled her to the bone.

"Clear out the civies!" she ordered her troops, her tone shaky. The Jedi Knight had new business to deal with on Chazwa.

[member="Tyranek"] [member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Harmon Taldan]

Location: Chazwa Capital
Allies: [member="coren starchaser"] [member="chevu visz"] Galactic Alliance, Republic Civilians, Team Lightside
Enemies: [member="tyranek"] [member="jardo snow"] One Sith, Techno Union, Team Darkside


Harm saw the fighter bear down on the Gen'dai, causing him to dodge aside, missing the grenade as well. The third bullet of his burst left the barrel and a strange foreboding came upon Harm. The green skinned Twi'lek force ghost turned to him.

"You might want to evade." She said with a grin as she turned and faded away. Harm watched as the third bullet hit the wall behind the Gen'dai, the creature healing from the two hits quicker than he'd have thought possible. Following the lead of the strange force ghost, and his own sense of foreboding. Harm dove to the side as blaster bolts came back at him. The thing was on full auto and seemed to just be spraying the whole area.

As he ducked down, a bolt passed through the space where his helmet had been only a moment before, causing armor there to blister a bit. After that he was behind cover, though still not safe. He watched, as he backed away, as the building in front of him was vaporized under the onslaught. Harm rolled behind a chimney stack, got up to a crouch and dove over the far end of the roof from the Gen'dai. He rolled into an external emergency stair, stood and climbed quickly down the side, sliding where he could. He'd seen troopers taking on the enemy troops, but no one else was taking on the Gen'dai. That might be up to Harm on his own, which would be a large proposition.

When he got to the ground, Harm ran in a tactical crouch a few degrees farther away from where Chevu was. He figured that if she wasn't going on the offensive against the Gen'dai, then there had to be a reason, and he didn't want to let the beast double team her. He got a few degrees along the compass, then turned into an alley that pointed towards the Gen'dai. Harm took a knee again, leaning against the wall of a building and observed the Gen'dai. He didn't fire yet, he wanted to see what the Gen'dai would do next, Harm had to play this as smart as possible.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Streets of Iritza
Objective: Guard Draco's flank
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"], the Techno Union
Frenemies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"], everyone else

A clone army that had turned on the ideals of the Republic, for the Republic.

...or, rather, for the corrupt political leaders who espoused democracy, rallied causes in the name of freedom and then proved themselves its worst offenders. It felt like the Clone Wars, all over again.

And, just as before, the young Anzat found himself opposite a clone army. Only the names were different. Except this time, he'd made the right choices. He'd defended a false Republic once before. It wasn't a mistake he intended to replicate in the modern era.

But what of the Sith? Draco Vereen had gone into this venture against the clone army of 'Supreme Chancellor' Lasedri with their aid. And no one was quite certain of Draco either. Couldn't anything involving the Sith be right?

And, yet, what was the alternative? Should he sit in some high tower somewhere, silently meditating on the Force and disavowing himself any ties to this life or its political machinations? That was the Jedi Way. The way he'd lived his life for a century, and -- truthfully -- it hadn't been working out all that well for any of them. Planting his head in the sand, putting blind trust in democracy and leaving the politics to those most ill-suited to furthering civil liberties.

The sad reality was, the Sith were here. Much more so than during the Old Republic. And the Sith controlled the space around Corellia. With his new-found allies in the Techno Union, Sor-Jan had leveraged potential contacts and alliances -- putting him in the best position from which to seek a deal with the Sith that would ensure economic prosperity for the Corellian Sector.

That was where his allegiances lay. The people who depended on him to safeguard their livelihoods, and promised them jobs, income, stability... Everything that the Republic had just thrown away.

And so it seemed the time had come for the boy to throw away the Republic as well.

He no longer carried the lightsaber he'd constructed as a padawan. That was the product of a child's fantasies, pissing life away at the beck and call of the Jedi Council, eager for adventure and blinding obedient as he fought in foreign wars for a Republic which conspired against the very Jedi who fought and died to protect a fantasy -- their ideal Republic. Never seeing the sick and rot just beneath the surface.

The lightsaber that was ignited in the boy's hand was a dark blue, a standard tool issued to members of the Techno Union's Obsidian Order. The nextor crystal in it's core unleashed a blade that crackled with unstable energy as the teenage Jedi found himself under a hail of fire from clones.

That was familiar as well.

Now, as then, the clones offered no mercy and the boy gave them no quarter. Soresu and Shien blended together, in fluid, continuous movements as the boy deflected, re-directed, and reflected the volley of blaster bolts until there was a veritable pile of clone bodies littered about the street around him.

Surveying the macabre landscape around him, the youth again questioned whether he was doing right by this. By any of this.

He didn't know, but at least he was doing something.

A presence in the Force, prompted the boy to look up. A young woman, emerging out into the streets. He'd mistaken her for a civilian at first, with a blaster by her side. But the sight of the lightsaber hilt confirmed his initial suspicions. "My lady," the youth intoned, bowing slightly toward her as his lightsaber dipped down into the low guard stance of Niman. "The Jedi owe no fealty to a totalitarian government."

He shut down his lightsaber, but held his posture at the ready in the recognizable Form VI posture. Relaxed, yet vigilant. He had no quarrel with her, or any other of his Jedi brethren. But neither could he allow her to interfere with Draco's work on Chazwa. Not until the corrupt governance of the Republic had been deposed.

"I ask you. Turn around. Walk away."

 

[Mythos]

Location: The Center of the battle.
Objective: Bring Victory
Allies: One Sith, Techno Union,Team Darkside. [member="Jardo Snow"] [member="Tyranek"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, Republic Team lightside [member="Coren Starchaser"] @Chevu Vsiz [member="Marcus Itera"]


The fight to the center was brutal, most often than not a war of attrition as much one of skill. The Galactic Alliance had come to the battle like the opportunists that they were, Mythos thought as he lead the charge of the Jar'Kai to the corporate building where the fighting was in it's thickest.
"My Lord Mythos"
The call came in distorted and off range, as if the transmission came from across the galaxy. "Wessa found a way in, below in da aqueducts, but Wessa have no Stonaboom or explosives"

Mythos behind a tank with his forces spread thin under fire fought hard to respond. "Meet back at my coordinates and -
He was interrupted by a torpedo blast from galactic alliance fighters. The Jar'Kai found that battle here was not suited for their particular skills, they were better in formation and attacking in force yet the fire from tanks and blasters made such a move suicide.

i shall have a supply of explosives ready for you" He could only hope that Wilo received as he ducked out of the Tank as it fired and deflected an oncoming blaster round back at it's recipient and then returned to his cover as soon as a large blast of artillery landed a few meters away.
"Copy dat my Lord. Wessa coming to you"

As his men made a push to his right flank he noticed something that caught his eye in a particular way. The flag of the one sith draped around the corpse of an officer just where the artillery blast had landed.

Spoiler

He timed his dash, bending his knees and placing the Axe upon his back strapped well, Most of his armor had shattered off long ago, the gauntlet and one shoulder pad remained. Using force enhancement on his limbs he broke for the bloody flag at an insane speed. Blaster fire kicked in his heels as he got closer and closer diving into the duracrete and extending his hand, he felt it's wet silk wrap around his fingers.

Not stopping his dash because of a dive he forced himself to keep going, dashing through the front line of the entire battlefield with the flag of the one sith wrapped around his right hand and pulled his black lightsaber from his belt as he gathered the force within him. He saw the incoming tank blast and aimed his eyes where the presence of [member="Draco Vereen"] felt strongest. One would ask how to identify a specific signature amidst a battlefield filled with powerful force users, to Mythos finding his was easy, the direction which conjured dread and fear. Once his eyes were locked he halted and bent his knees, split seconds he would have, milliseconds, but the very ground beneath him shook when Mythos force jumped to were he aimed, an explosion behind him as the tank narrowly missed his shot.

The sight, was unmistakable and awe inspiring to those who beheld. The colors of the red and black One Sith insignia flying through the air with no fear of being shot down and meters in the air at a fast yet graceful speed, Mythos sought to defy the very odds of the battle and inspire the soldiers of the Sith to greater and more glorious deeds upon the battlefield this day. It felt glorious, to be in the sky, he had heard of sith who could use the force to do that very thing, fly through the sky like Darth Kryptus, yet Mythos only had a slight glide in his descent and intended to crash down like a comet wielding the flag of his order bathed in blood. Mythos would indeed be easy to find, as easy as looking at the sky above the gen'dai [member="Tyranek"].

 

[Keira Priest]

Everything was falling apart, and Keira knew it just as well as anyone. Chaos ran rampant in the capital of the Republic, with Sith and Techno Union troops taking the opportunity they saw to gain some kind of foothold or perhaps just raise hell. And she was there to add some of her own havoc to that already blazing conflagration, being in command of what clone troopers still remained, scattered as they were with the fighting. A company of one hundred fifty had accompanied her directly, a number falling here and there as soldiers were wont to do, but still she pressed on. Once again this was what had to be done, both for the betterment of the Republic and the good of the galaxy as a whole.

The armor she wore was already scorched in places from a blaster bolt or two skimming too close, but for the most part remained untouched, helmet included. What troops that followed her had already spread out, bringing down any opposition that stood in their way unfailingly. For her own part she focused on the bigger targets, namely the other sensitives in the area. There were Sith nearby, that much she could sense, or those close enough that it made no difference. It wasn't really her place to point fingers, given her own aura that was more than riddled with a volatile darkness, but they were the largest threat of the moment, and so would be taken out first. Such was the natural order of things.

There were Jedi nearby, and it was them she moved towards, orange plasma blade in her hand and already at work. Her progress came to a stop once she neared the Mirialan, ethereal senses extending outwards to take in the entirety of her surroundings. "Jedi." That was the only greeting she offered, voice modulated by the helmet, as she was on the lookout for the one closest them that possessed the presence of a darksider. "I have the clone army of the Republic under my command. If you'd like them anywhere in particular, just let me know." Again she paused, taking in the warzone about her. "I know you've felt them. I have too. It's only a matter of time before we're under direct attack."

[member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Marcus Itera"]

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

Started out on a Strike Cruiser moving slowly towards the objective of the heart of the Republic

Objective, burn and torch, kill and maim

Allies - One Sith [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Darth Rapax"] and all others

Enemies - all pretties that are not with the One Sith

Dressed in the black she loved so well, on either side she ware the eskrima sticks that she had been trained upon since her youth. Each were about two feet long while Arabella could fight with one, she was better with two. Along her hip she wore the light saber crafted shortly after her knighthood, she knew she needed another but that would come in time, for now it served the purpose it was meant to. Curled up under her cloak her light whip hung within reach she could peal the skin off of almost anything with the flick of her wrist.

And now they were going to let her loose upon a Republic world and she could do as much damage as she wished, and avoid the civilians. A gleeful little smile caressed her pale pink lips, the gentle tap of blood red finger nails drumming against the hull of the ship, slowly driving anyone around her to the brink of insanity.

It was nearing time...time to play....

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[Shaddi]

Location: In a shuttle heading for Chazwa's capital senate district.
Objective: It's time for another lesson
Allies: [member="Jack Mirrikh"], [member="Nomkneer artzhul"], [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Darth Rapax"] one sith
Enemies: GR, Jedi, anyone stupid enough to interrupt him

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mujf5kKSBMw​

The shuttle came in hard and fast, it's cargo a ten man squad of troopers and two sith, Darth Erebos and his apprentice [member="Jack Mirrikh"]. Erebos was as calm as he could seem, sitting on the floor in a meditative stance he had been like that ever since they boarded the shuttle. The troopers themselves were nervous, on edge, ready to fight and itching for it. "T-minus 90 to drop!" Came an announcement from the pilot as he swiftly dodged and weaved through the air on the way to the landing zone.
"Jack once we land there will be no interruptions in the fighting, save your strength for the harder foes and try to leave some for the troopers." Erebos said as he stood, moving his hands as he loosened up his shoulders then took hold on one of the overhead grips for stability. As the shuttle descended onto the battlefield the first to leave the shuttle were the troopers and they left with a shouting tongue lashing from their captain. "Get a move on you Lazy Maggots! We have sith here to watch so show them the might of the one sith army!" Once they had secured the landing zone Erebos nonchalantly walked out of the shuttle and began heading straight for were the fighting seemed the thickest.
A few clone troopers came rushing towards him, with his gross-guard lightsaber lit he waved a hand and then forwards, towards the clones. From underneath them erupted red force lighting and they were fried, with a few stray shots moving past Erebos and hitting a trooper coming up behind him. The clones all fell down, smoldering piles of useless flesh.
Gesturing for Jack to come with him, Erebos began to walk towards the battle, as calm and collected as he ever was. It was like he was taking a stroll through a garden but the force told a different story. What preceded Erebos in the force was a feeling of cold anger, burning and freezing at the same time, ready to devour anyone that dared to go against him. "Today this so called Republic shall re learn the lesson to fear the sith and our power." He said to himself as he looked up for a moment and a man suddenly came plummeting down from a tall building.
"Tell me what is the diffrence between a trooper and a sith acolyte like yourself Jack." He then asked as he walked with his saber lit and carving a small glowing scar after him.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

[member="Darth Erebos"]

Jack stood up and held onto one of the overhead hand braces, his body swaying to and fro in time with the shuttle. His master remained perfectly balanced amidst the rocky descent of the trip. He was nervous, more so than when he was headed to Onderon. This was his first full-fledged battlefront. A skirmish that had a LOT riding on it. He tapped his foot to relieve the nervous tension and anticipation.

The troopers filed out and he clutched his light saber tight. His master was up and out and he followed close behind. He activated his light saber, but then became very busy deflecting and dodging energy bolts while calming his nerves in this new environment. Some of the ones that whizzed by his master had to be dealt with by him and the subsequent troopers that flanked him.

Regrettably, a trooper was downed by a shot meant for them. That's what you get for following behind high priority targets and not taking the lead, though...Even hanging back to secure their flank would have been wiser. His nerves weren't helped any from the dreadful aura he could sense emanating off of his master. Today was not a day for any form of error...at least, that's how Jack felt about it.

His master's question came and his mind quickly sifted through possible answers. A single major difference or does he want multiple differences? Singular. Which one, which one...He replied,

"Ex---Agh!" He flinched as a trooper lifted a slung rotary cannon and laid down heavy cover-fire really close. "A, uh, uh...Expectation, master! A trooper can change a whole war while a Force user can change the galaxy."

He stepped quickly to the side to avoid stepping in the molten trail of duracrete created by his master's lightsaber. That stuff would probably cool and stick to his feet, giving him balance issues and sore feet...

 

[Serah Oricion]

Location: Chazwa North Sector​

Force: Three Squads of Shadow Legionnaires (On lend from Solan Charr)​

Objective: Defend the populace, forsake the Prime Minister.​

Allies: [member="Harmon Taldan"] [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Marcus Itera"]​

Enemies: [member="Jack Mirrikh"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Arabella Darkhold"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Draco Vereen"]​

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Yusan held position with his men at the North Sector's starport, driving a glowing blue blade of his saber into the chest of a droid that was firing on their position. The only concern Yusan had was for those who could not fight to escape on the transports that were taking off. It was hard to protect them as it was though from the ground, though there was the benefit that the Sith and Techno Union invaders were heading for the Traitor's army. HE would probably have joined them but the first and only duty he had was to the Republic, not to disposing some tyrant who though they would get what they wanted. She would die, he would be there for it and she will taste a death she deserved.​

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Until then though he brought his blade through another droid and grunted as a blaster bolt caught his armor in the shoulder. It stung, alot. It definitely got through the upper layer of his armor and pierced enough through the lower to scorch the skin and outer muscles. That was a mistake for what ever had shot him but he had a further focus on the amount of dark siders he could sense in the air above him. "This could be bad, if they start using the populace like sacrificial lambs, it could turn out very bad for those caught in the crossfire..." He glared at the few enemies his men and him were facing in comparison and then looked far off towards the main bulk of the fighting before getting on his radio connected in his helmet. "I need air relief by the North Sector's Starport. Civilians are trying to escape the fighting but are in danger of being shot down. They need an escort from the air and i would love if someone relieved me with some soldiers too on the ground... forget the Tyrant's clone troopers, there are more important things to defend than an army that serves her."​

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He knew that it would get him no help from those who were loyal to that tyrant of a woman, but he hoped that it would draw the attention of those like the Fringe fighters and Jedi who cared more about the populace than some woman who deserved the death she was going to get. She could burn so long as it meant others would live, a proper trade off for the one that brought this battle to this planet.​

 

[Long Gone]

Location: Exiting Hyperspace and Entering the Fray.
Objective: Cause some mayhem.
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | Galactic Alliance Forces | Republic Civilians

“Twin Suns, drop out of hyperspace on my mark...” She chimed in over the comms as she began flipping switches to adjust sensors and threat indicators within the XJ-9. “Mark” With that simple word, the blue-white of hyperspace would stream into lines of stars and planets zooming by before the X-Wing Squadron dropped from hyperspace into the Chazwa system. “Check all systems and watch your fuel – we’re only here for a limited time considering the Republic is holding our resources hostage at the moment.”

“Copy that Suns Leader.” Suns Six chimed in, soon followed by Four and Three respectively. She made a mental note to herself that they desperately needed to come up with callsigns different than the actual Squadron name – it got to be difficult when things began to get hot and heavy. Mira adjusted her trajectory slightly, checking the coordinates given to her by Coren and then double-checking her trajectory. “Twin Suns, lock s-foils into attack position – finger-four formation, weapons hot.” The squadron began shifting – by fours they would take up their respective positions around the Squadron Leader and the Flight Lead and in turn, their S-Foils would open as each XJ-7 penetrated the atmosphere and began racing across the burning skies of Chazwa.

The warble noise of her BB Unit echoed in her headset and caused her to turn back briefly, glancing over her left shoulder before turning back to the horizon. “I see them, I see them.” Things had been different since Sneaker was given to her father, [member="Falcon Gyndar"]. It was probably for the best considering the compatibility of these BB astromech droids were far more superior with the XJ series than the R9s appeared to be. Unfortunately for the blue and white mechanical ball – Mira had no clue what he should be called, probably something to figure out later.

Now probably wasn’t the best of times.

 

[Shaddi]

Location: Chazwa's capital senate district.
Objective: It's time for another lesson
Allies: [member="Jack Mirrikh"], [member="Nomkneer artzhul"], [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Darth Rapax"] one sith
Enemies: GR, Jedi, anyone stupid enough to interrupt him

As they moved forwards into the thick of battle Erebos ordered the troopers to a covered and a more easily defensible position. Bringing his saber up he began to deflect and cover the troopers as he moved along with them to the position. Once in cover Erebos answered [member="Jack Mirrikh"]'s answer to his question. "That is true but I meant in a battle, it simply boils down to effective range. The trooper has more range than an acolyte in a battle even though an acolyte could be considered a heavy weapon in his own right, he still has to get in close to be of any real use."
Not having to expose anything of himself to see in a battle was a blessing to Erebos as he looked at a few positions and unleashed a sith barrage on two dug in fortified positions by the clones. Red force lightning erupted from beneath them and soon their heavy repeating guns were silenced. Looking at his apprentice Erebos moved a hand against his shoulder. "Relax, this might be a battle but I'd be quite a bad master if I let you die here now wouldn't I?" Erebos said as he chuckled a little to himself, but it was true he had wanted an apprentice since he became a knight and loosing the first one and so soon at that, would be very bad form.
The captain of the troopers peered over their cover and then commanded two other troopers with a few hand movements. Those troopers nodded and left the main group to scout ahead, the captain looked towards Erebos and nodded respectfully. "We will have to wait for the recon to come back, we are too close to the main battle to not take a cautionary approach. I think while we wait I can teach you force spark since it would come in handy in this situation." Erebos said as he thought that learning in such a tense situation would really cement the lesson, just like how he was pitted against a teretatek just to get his lightasbers crystal by his master.

 

[Menoetius]

LOCATION: Chazwa Capital - Executive Building Plaza
LOCAL ALLIES: [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
LOCAL ENEMIES: [member="Harmon Taldan"] [member="Marcus Itera"]
OBJECTIVE: OBLITERATE.

It was chaos. Pure and unabated pandemonium. Explosions shook the planet to its very core as buildings were bombed into rubble, armoured columns ground each other into dust and burning aircraft crashed into the city. The smoke filled sky was illuminated in a soft orange glow, made so by the raging fires that roared below, and blood curdling screams echoed from every corner of the city limits. Carnage had challenged Chazwa on this day, and carnage was winning.

Tyranek was more than happy to be one of Carnage's pawns, which was evident in the almost gleeful way he was melting down a building column into viscous, bright orange, goo. This was made possible by the enormous repeating blaster he wielded, which was usually fitted to lightly armoured vehicles. When he realised the man he set out to destroy was no longer behind the column, and nowhere to be seen, he resumed the massacre of the executive building plaza. Two more drop pods fell from the sky and landed here, unloading another twenty-four shocktroopers in total, making up for the casualties caused by enemy heavy weaponry on the rooftops.

Then, suddenly, mandalorian.

Charging straight at Tyranek was not the greatest of ideas for someone of such a small stature, at least that was what Tyranek had come to realise throughout his existence. The now 8' mass of muscle changed his target to this brave man and fired his repeater. Meanwhile, he tightened the grip on the huge vibro-claymore held in his right hand, preparing for melee combat should the Mandalorian get within melee range.

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Having completed his bombing run, Cale as his squadron would flee as quickly as possible, two of his fighters being caught in the Republic's AA fire, and another quickly being killed as a pair of alliance X-Wings pounced on it. As they jumped to hyperspeed, he wondered how what he'd thought would be quick strike and run had become much more, regardless, he also found himself somewhat saddened by the Republic's destruction, which was perhaps the first feeling of his own he'd felt since his activation. It was peculiar, but he was sure it mattered little.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location: The galactic republic capital
Objective: Getting his bearing

With a cracking sound the clones neck snapped as Mantic twirled himself around him in a flying motion using the brick wall framing the narrow alley where the squad of traitorous clone troopers had found themselves patrolling.

With his right foot he then pressed himself forward, igniting his saber straight forward and propelling it into the second clones belly.
Ripping his green saber out of its body he pulled it up just in time to parry a shot from what appeared to be the squad leader. The second shot Mantic deflected back into the shooter.
The final trooper was retreating, running in civilian language. He did not get far though as the green saber suddenly caught the soldiers attention as it appeared from underneath his chin.

With a flick of his hand the saber flew back to its wielders hand and things went a little bit more silence.

From afar more shooting erupted. This entire situation was a mess. By the force, what had happened was a nightmare and Mantic had reacted instantly on [member="Faith Balor-Organa"] s plead for help. He had flown into Chazwa directly and found the city under lock down. Republic forces had made spear head breaches though and vital points would have to be kept under close control.
For now, Mantic and his group had tried to keep a low profile, something apart from the entire senate crisis was amiss, the jedi sensed it but it was not until now that it became more clear.

Over the street he could see more clones fighting. But something was wrong. They were not fighting republic troopers. No, on the shoulder pads of those soldiers the red sith insignia shone through the dim street light.

Biting his lip Mantic turned and jogged around the corner of the alley to those waiting there. He had not come alone but things were even more heated then they had first imagined. The small group of jedi was not prepared to fight two armies alone. Possibly they could do some damage to the enemy, or more likely help some civilians while waiting for the republic army to arrive.

"The situation just got one degree hotter. Whatever happens remain calm and do not risk anything without knowing its worth the risk." he declared calmly.

"There are those in the city that need help. We should make sure as many civilians as possible are brought to safety. There are shelters and they will need guiding hands to see through the day..." he looked back as some sort of explosion shook the city.

"... and possibly the night as well." his face fell grimmer.

"The republic forces can not be far away but the traitors most likely have planted misleading intel giving them a hard time knowing who is telling the truth or not."

"May the force be with you."

Mantic inclined his head. Some present were jedi padawans of his own. The war was not for everyone but he knew that everyone could make a difference in helping those in need.

He himself would turn and look back from where he came.

[member="Varius"] [member="Orphen"] [member="Rafeesh"] [member="Aston Jacobs"] [member="Illyana Nightshade"] [member="Kassa Sahl"]

 

[Dish]

Location: Chzawa, in the streets
Objective: Kill anyone who stands against the Republic, Defend freedom's home
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Mira Rekali"] [member="Yusan Fenn"] [member="Jack Mirrikh"] [member="Arabella Darkhold"] [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Marcus Itera"], probably all of these guys, not 100% sure yet
Allies: The Republic, the one with the clone army

Crack!


As the body of a One Sith trooper fell at his feet Dish drew a sidearm and fired twice into the back of another, quickly turning to his right and blasting another. Behind him were three of the Spaarti clones, they'd proved ample fighters in the short time he'd worked with them, disciplined and deadly the whole lot, and they were putting up quite the fight. As lead the small group through the rubble of a building he pulled a Vortex shotgun from his back and continued advancing. All in all the Dreadguard soldier was carrying his own personal armory, on the magnetic plates on his armor's back was the standard rifle of these new clones, a DC-18, secured across the small of his back was a sonic shotgun, and his shoulder housed a curved vibroknife, and across his armor were several other standard issue combat knives, and on either thigh was the Republic's standard sidearm.

Even with all this the force dead soldier's augmentations kept him moving just as well if not better than the Spaarti's he now fought alongside. As the troops continued to move Dish kept his weapon up, losing a shell into another Sith trooper as he clambered over a pile of debris, the Spaarti's behind him mowing down the others with their rifles. Quickly rolling into cover Dish gritted his teeth as blaster bolts soared past his head far to close for comfort. ​"Suppressing fire, now!" He barked, two of the troopers responding quickly, leaning out of their respective pieces of cover, spraying with their rifles.

Looking to his left he clasped the trooper who'd slid behind the same piece of debris as him's shoulder. "On three, you and I move." He said calmly, the trooper nodding in acknowledgment, hefting his rifle. Holding up three fingers, he slowly dropped them one by one, with each finger down the sound of the Sith's blasters becoming quieter as the troopers began to drive them back. Then, as the last finger dropped, Dish balled his hand into a fist and then he moved.

Rising up the black armored Jorin clone rushed forward, his first target came up on his right, a trooper rising up from behind a desk who was quickly sent to the floor by a blast to the chest. As the first fell two rose from another piece of cover, and he leveled his weapon with them and fired once, drilling one as the other was downed by a blast from the Spaarti clone's blaster. Underneath his visor Dish grinned, looking quickly to his right as he moved through a doorway. Just as he'd thought a OS soldier was waiting, and Dish viciously smashed the butt of his weapon into the soldier's head and knocked him to the floor and planted a foot on his neck before pivoting left. What he saw was his ally grappling with one of the Sith troopers, and with the brutality of the man he was cloned from, take the Sith soldier to the ground and snap his neck.

Once again Dish found himself smiling, impressed with this new grand army's soldiers before looking at the man struggling to lift Dish's foot from his throat. The soldier scoffed before leveling the shotgun with one hand with the man's head and pulling the trigger, his arm recoiling slightly as he fired. The man had barely had time to scream before his brain matter was smeared across the floor. It was the brutal death all Sith deserved, or perhaps it was too quick, after all they didn't often make things quick when they committed genocide in order to instill fear. Opening a comm link to [member="Keira Ticon"] he asked a very simple question, "Where do you need us?"

As he awaited an answer, he looked out in the city from a gaping hole in the wall of the building in which he stood, taking in the destruction the now ravaged the city. Allowing himself to release the hand holding the Vortex's grip, the weapon now hung at his side, one hand holding on tightly, finger centimeters away from the trigger. Once again he wondered if what had happened as of late was right, and if he should've been fighting for the prime minister, and once again Dish pushed these thoughts aside.

 

[Urak]

Location: FleetComm
Allies : [member="Zhall Serth"], [member="Darth Atrace"]
Enemies : [member="Caleb Brolen"]

"A Jedi is here? That is great! Maybe i can have some fun now. Hopefully he proves to be entertaining, and not too weak. That would be a drag.." Urak had thought as he walked into the room where the reactor was. The explosives still concealed on him, as he wanted to take his time with this, and hopefully bring the Jedi there to try and stop him. He walked over to Atrace, and ordered the troopers that were with them to get into a defensive position. "When that Jedi comes in here, do not hold back. Have fun killing him if you can. I will fight him if you have trouble, but it will be entertaining to say the least." Urak said as he grabbed his saber.

The Main Reactor room was wide, and had enough room to fight in, though you would have to be careful of the equipment. There was a shield that protected the main reactor, so that it wouldn't explode, blowing up the whole station, which Urak would need to de-activate first. He stood back behind the troopers in a casual stance, waiting for the Jedi if he so dared to interrupt. He hoped he would, he wanted the fight, but of course, fighting against his brother and himself, he wouldn't blame the Jedi if he ran.

"Brother, if you want to fight him first, you can, but don't kill him until i get a turn. I want to have some fun too." Urak smirked under his hood, though nobody would be able to tell, as it shrouded his face in shadow. He was using the Force to sense where the Jedi was, hoping he came soon, and if he did, hoped he stayed around to fight, and not get frightened away. Battle is what a true Sith always relishes, it is this crucible of battle that one can truly declare themselves strong, as it is almost certain death for the weak.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Chevu didn't care much about the politics of it all. All she knew was that innocent civilians were caught in the middle of a strange civil war where a madwoman had turned on her own government, and she had to get them out. But first she had to deal with this Dark Jedi mentalist. As the Mirialan continued to focus on booting him out of her head, Chevu heard explosions from the direction of Executive center. Gunships blasted through the sky overhead. The city and the sky were both on fire. This was bad. She hoped Harm was okay. And Coren and Porter.

The choking presence of the dark side rippled close by, and at first Chevu thought it was the Dark Jedi she'd faced on Hypori. No, this was someone else, a different Dark Jedi, this one an armored woman. Looking down at where Chevu was crouched, the masked woman announced that she had the Republic's clone army under her command. A Dark Jedi with a clone army under her control? That was not a person out to do good things. Chevu shakily rose to her feet, still behind cover against crisscrossing blaster bolts. Regarding the woman with fierce onyx eyes, the Mirialan bared her teeth.

"You're under arrest," she warned raising her blaster and aiming right between the other woman's eyes.

"You can choose to go quietly with my soldiers, or you can die."

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Now that was surprising to the man, an offer of help from a Dark Jedi and the Mirialan woman refused, even attempted to arrest the Dark Jedi of the Republic. How interesting a situation could one find himself. "Now that I can drink to. Chevu isn't it?" He asked with a snarl and a growl slowly advancing on the pair equally. The fire and death throughout the city, the fighting, the war on the planet and in its skies had summoned a cloud of smoke and ash in the sky, blotting out the sun.

His mind flashed through the numerous possible outcomes of this scenario in a flash. He needed to establish himself on one side or the other immediately. "Chevu. I surrender myself unto you. I will go with you peacefully." He announced, his weapons and shield still lifted, the flickering personal shield around his body still very much active. "Now that I am in your custody, how about we kill this woman before you drag me back for trial?" He suggested. Certainly she wasn't about to turn down such an offer, as to do so put her in a predicament against two masters of the Dark Side, both with control of their own significant armed forces.

[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

~

Gorran roared orders to Beskad Group, the armored warriors sprinting through the streets, using jump packs to scale into buildings and assault AA guns and anti-orbital defenses. The wookiee growled out an order to his small group of warriors, <Move, on to the shield generator. We can not afford to allow it trap our escape.> The mandalorian warriors heard and responded, leaping from their perches into a group of clones, shields and beskads, and axes lashing out out the clone troopers.

Beskar power armor and close quarters combat normally resulted in a lot of injuries, but rarely fatal ones. No one really left a melee unharmed, but wearing thick traditional Mandalorian armor reduced casualties, but not completely. The warriors too wounded to fight on were left with the bodies of the slain, responsible for evacuating them all, dead or alive, while the ones still capable of fighting pressed on, the local area shield looming up on them defended by Republic Forces.

[member="Krenis Skirata"]