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

[Keira Priest]

Too many things happened at once, and Keira didn't like a single one of them. But she dealt with everything in stride, as she always did, taking on each threat one at a time in order to eliminate them systematically. First came death from above courtesy of one of the many starfighters, and she drew on the Force in order to push a shimmering ethereal shield outwards in order to protect any friendlies immediately nearby, including [member="Chevu Visz"] herself. It was an impromptu defense that still managed to serve its purpose, the energy from the laser cannons dissipating against it in a wave. That was one handled rather cleanly, and more like than not numerous more to be dealt with in turn, given the company that had gathered.

When the attack came that was directed at the Mirialan she once more pulled energy into her core, releasing it in a burst meant for his midsection, hopefully knocking him off balance and preventing any further damage for the time being. It felt good to fight again, to exert the necessary force to deal harm to another sentient. This was what she had missed for so long. A pity it took the near-collapse of one of the largest governments in the galaxy for her to return to the battlefield. And it seemed this was to be only the beginning, as another Sith made themselves known in short order, speaking words that shook the ground quite literally but remained worthless in her mentality.

There was a moment where she looked to the woman that had previously been threatening her just moments earlier, indicating with a nod of her head that she would be moving to take on this new arrival. It was obvious this one was Sith just from the warning he'd given. It had been awhile since she'd clashed with this Order. Now, it seemed, was the time. Turning, she met the Sith halfway, stopping only when they stood meters apart. For a moment she studied him, noting with which hand he held his blade and how he moved. It was then the transmission came through from [member="Dish"], and she couldn't help but crack a smile, replying under her breath, "Kill 'em."

[member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Darth Rapax"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Sith were annoying. What was more annoying was Sith when they lost. Coren Starchaser could hear the calls from Twin Suns and shook his head. Chevu was down there and he called the shuttles away, frak him. “Silver Group,” This would go out to all the fighters that came with him. “Get to Twin Suns, cover them, unless shuttles are under fire. Move to get them out of the system. Five, you’ve got lead.” He dismissed two of the Planetary fighters that were following him and called up Warbird 7, the fighter that kept with him and Rekha. He needed people he could trust.

The order came to them to form up and keep close.

“Rekha, gotta get Chevu off the planet, seems a mountain of uneducatedness came to find her.” Because all Mandos were monkey-people. “Mind giving me some air support?”

He keyed in a location outside the battle zone and transmitted it to the Plaentary Fighter that was following him as well as Rekha in her TIE. “Read you, Suns Lead. Sending assistance, but need to get an extraction done. Shuttles are lifting off.” He pushed his X-Wing as hard as he could. He was firing missiles into the landing zone, and circling around, the wingman landing as Coren gunned down unfriendlies near the area. His X-Wing touched down, and he and Porter disembarked, the Warbird pilot in the Planetary fighter approached the X-Wing.

“She get the message?” The Chiss pilot handed a rifle over to Coren, who took a spot near the planetary fighter. The Corellian nodded, he knew she would understand what was going on.

“Get ready, Porter, as soon as she comes running…” He pointed his rifle in the direction Chevu should be coming from. He despised knuckle dragging inbred mandos more than Sith, almost.

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Rekha Kaarde"]
[member="Mira Rekali"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Within The Hearts & Minds.
Objective: Asking Questions, And Only That.
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Harmon Taldan"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Darth Rapax"] ---- Pretty Angry Dangerous Things: [member="Keira Ticon"]

Life was a fickle thing. It gave and it took, equally in spades, fair was fair, no? But sometimes it could be a right schutta, like when it was throwing curveballs at him with lightspeed velocity and in the middle of a warzone. You listen to the old lessons - never trust a Darksider, their words are like honey draped around your ear, never accept help of one, because almost always it was some kind of insidious plot that only ended worse than it started.

Didn't make it easier.

Cole would have helped Chevu sooner, but he found himself quite in a bind of his own. Said writer wasn't quite sure what the bind was, yet plot reasons demanded the Jedi Knight to be occupied otherwise, while the green-skinned girl was doing her own thang against the couple a Sith.

This bind ended in him sprinting into the same building - from the other side, ducking as a few blaster shots tried to hit him in the back, instead missing him by a hair and hitting the wall further down the hall. A wave of the hand sent the doors shut, and Cole kept running until he encountered the Jedi Marshal.

"Marshal Visz!" Cole shouted out the moment she came into view. "We got enemy fire incoming behind me."

Then a question in his eyes.

What do?

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Location: Chazwa
Objective: Raze
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance

Konrad's ship landed a little behind the ships of his allies. They were ordered to cause destruction upon the Chazwa but destruction was not enough, the location of the Galactic Republic's capital deserved no less than being razed if not destroyed completely.

Konrad watched from his ship as his soldiers disembarked onto the sad, cold land. It was a pitiful place, unbefitting of a capital and could not even hold a candle to One Sith’s Coruscant. ‘The Galactic Republic must have been pretty desperate to make this desolate location their capital,’ Konrad thought to himself.

Once all his men had disembarked, Konrad had them spilt into smaller groups of a hundred and headed to the capital city of the Republic, ready to erase it completely like the mistake it was.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

The explosions form heavy laser fire clearing, the Jedi and the Dark Jedi having evaded, the green mirialan Jedi was on the move, running as fast as her legs could carry her. Draco regarded her as she started to run, and he was impressed, for he liked big butts, and he could not lie. Chase time however and his own muscles surged. He raced after her and her booty, legs surging with a little repulsorlift assistance to pick up speed like a bat out of hell.

Little minx. Come in and shoot at people trying to surrender for convenience and then bolt. He had words to have with her and they weren't going to be put off for next time. <Not so fast. We haven't had our talk yet.> The words should echo in her mind, not necessarily aggressive, but not submissive either. She had a decent head start, but is wasn't like he was slow. He was pretty athletic, built to go the distance, even if not exactly at record time. She bolted into a building and he smashed through a window behind her, shield and axe still in hand.

<That means stop, woman.> It was like talking to a brick wall with this chick. If she wasn't pretty she wouldn't get much attention. Shooting at people surrendering and all. He picked up the other Jedi as well, but he wasn't of much concern. Chevu was. She was frantically clicking the up button as Draco sprinted after her closing the distance in a rush.

[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Cole Katarn"]

~

The large mandalorian wookiee turned at the sound of Mando'a being spoken over the open channel, and with a growl quieted the unit's comm-chatter. <Hold Fire> He growled again and instead of going himself, the barabel with the group approached the other Mandalorian and ARC troopers. "This one can help you Vod. Medic Shuttles leaving soon from Sector Seven headed out system. If you and yours are on one of them they will manage to cut through our fleet and the Sith Fleet." Job was a job, but a Mandalorian was a Mandalorian. Honor forbade the warriors of Clan Vereen from knowingly attacking other Mandalorians first. And since this warrior had asked for helping leaving the planet, honor forbade them from turning a blind eye.

The wookiee growled again through the comms and a small group from the unit and escort the ARC troopers through the mess that had become the Capital of the Republic. "You will have to keep the Republic Forces from stopping us." The barabel advised as he began cutting a path through the rubble and destruction for them to follow.

[member="Krenis Skirata"]

 

[Juwiela Melec]

Music

It had been awhile, a long while since the Rogues had flown any kind of combat mission. It was about time they started living up to the name of the squadron, and they had been on a short supply of causes to leave the hangar as of late. What with the recent uprising within the Republic itself there had been a mass call to arms of any and all military personnel, and while she was thankful to be up in the air again, she knew the circumstances were grimmer than ever. Some sort of war had erupted that tore the Republic in two, and while Juwiela wasn't sure what side she represented, she knew her goal was the preservation of innocent life and the prevention of any further conflict, and that was enough.

The X/A-66 Seraph was the fighter of the day, and it was close enough to the T-65 she had flown on another occasion that it made little difference. What mattered was driving off the Sith through any means necessary, and she was thankful to hear the chatter of other pilots upon entering the atmosphere. "Lock S-foils in attack position. We're late to the party, but that doesn't matter right now. All wings, report in." It was good to be back. Tuning in the comms to the frequency used by the other friendly pilots, she spoke, "This is Rogue Leader of the Rebel Alliance looking to provide air support wherever needed. Just point us." In the meantime, however, they would take things into their own hands.

"Straw Hat, you're my wingmate as always. The rest of you pair off." Rogue Squadron was back in business.

[member="Sannika Brynn"], [member="stardust"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Jake Faron"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Isamu Baelor]

Executive Building:

Chazwa writhed in agony. Its cities burned, and its people wailed in horror. The war had finally come to the capitol of the Galactic Republic. Smoke, from the burning husks of its building, bellowed into the sky. The air was thick with soot, and bitter in the lungs. The once proud capitol was humbled, brought to its knees by the combined force of the One Sith, and the Techno Union.

Isamu’s soldiers were battle-hardened veterans. They crushed the Republic on Contruum, and rebuffed their assault on Balmorra. The untested clones would serve as feeble resistance to the brave sons and daughters of the One Sith. The Hand of the Dark Lord’s forces quickly cut through the city, and marched on the executive building.

Isamu fought at the front, and inspired his troops. Numerous clones fell to his blaster, or were cut down with his Rudis. He was the only non-force user in history to become Hand of the Dark Lord, and his soldiers greatly respected him for it. He was quickly becoming a symbol for all of the soldiers in the military. One that inspired them to fight with zeal.

Isamu’s forces did not clump up, but instead spread out. Their objective was to keep the Republic forces spread thin, and stop them from regrouping. The force attached to Isamu manoeuvred closest to the executive building, and other One Sith and Techno Union allies.

Landing Zones:

The bulk of Isamu’s forces remained at the landing zone. They spread out, and formed a perimeter around the area. The Hand’s forces bunkered-down, and repelled any counter-attack. As the battle waged on, more and more One Sith reinforcements, and supplies, were funnelled to the planets surface through this landing zone.

One hundred kilometres away from the executive building, Isamu’s most frightening creations were deployed. The Hellfire Lohengrin. These terrifying machines of war were equipped with self-propelled, thermo baric rounds. Their potential for destruction was both awe-inspiring, and horrifying.

They were not fired with reckless abandon, however. Rather, their targets were calculated. Though the Sith were outnumbered, they were coordinated. The Republic was in disarray, and Isamu intended to keep that way. Any Republic forces attempting to regroup, or reinforce, would face swift, and brutal, destruction.

 

[Nomkneer]

Location: Decimus star destroyer (Wyyrlock class)
Enemies: Republicans
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Lord Mythos"], OS, TU
Post: 6

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpASSx0ecTU

Nomkneer was getting a little irritated by the fact that the accuracy of the cannons was being disrupted, he got as close as he could to the republic fleets so that he would have less distance and a better chance of landing a hit.

"were not going to leave those fighters in the front alone, they're elite but they will not survive this, SCRAMBLE THE FIGHTERS! we need them protected they will handle the rest"

The kaleesh was giving the orders with enough rage that his insanity might kick in at some point, he cant believe how incompetent everyone around him is and he is a few drops from the cup to spill.

"i'd rather have gungans inside this ship taking my orders, atleast when i ordered them in the war of Naboo they did exactly as told and if i didn't have to..."

He stopped his rant for a second after remembering the horrid scenes of the destruction those gungans faced, he gave clear orders and they followed them through to the last letter, he feels eternal embarrassment for having to leave them in the darkest of moments because he was given strict orders to retreat, a kaleesh never retreats from battle.

'Two embarrassments in one day, it will never happen again, if i ever get soldiers like those little mucus runts i will fight to the death with such honorable warriors', the kaleesh was thinking this was the memories of his past battle would mess with his mind forever.

Even though they were small and did not have much power nor skill, the gungans portrayed bravery which he has never seen before, out numbered and out skilled but they went in and they unleashed hell. He snapped out of his day dream about the war and the gungans to see that they were getting very close to the republic fleets and [member="Gir Quee"].

"We are getting close, now is the chance, load all cannons and wait for my signal, the fighters have been scrambled and the elites are on their way to destroying the radars, the moment they succeed, if they succeed or not, we will unleash hell and fire"

The fighters were flying around space like rapid fire flies seeping in the darkness, at this point he had gotten a little bit used to the situation even though this is his first time ordering this type of war. He will find a way to make his men come back from this war and fight again in the name of the Sith.

"what better way to die, than through fires and flames"

 

[Nomkneer]

Location: Decimus star destroyer (Wyyrlock class)
Enemies: Republicans
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Lord Mythos"], OS, TU
Post: 6

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpASSx0ecTU

Nomkneer was getting a little irritated by the fact that the accuracy of the cannons was being disrupted, he got as close as he could to the republic fleets so that he would have less distance and a better chance of landing a hit.

"were not going to leave those fighters in the front alone, they're elite but they will not survive this, SCRAMBLE THE FIGHTERS! we need them protected they will handle the rest"

The kaleesh was giving the orders with enough rage that his insanity might kick in at some point, he cant believe how incompetent everyone around him is and he is a few drops from the cup to spill.

"i'd rather have gungans inside this ship taking my orders, atleast when i ordered them in the war of Naboo they did exactly as told and if i didn't have to..."

He stopped his rant for a second after remembering the horrid scenes of the destruction those gungans faced, he gave clear orders and they followed them through to the last letter, he feels eternal embarrassment for having to leave them in the darkest of moments because he was given strict orders to retreat, a kaleesh never retreats from battle.

'Two embarrassments in one day, it will never happen again, if i ever get soldiers like those little mucus runts i will fight to the death with such honorable warriors', the kaleesh was thinking this was the memories of his past battle would mess with his mind forever.

Even though they were small and did not have much power nor skill, the gungans portrayed bravery which he has never seen before, out numbered and out skilled but they went in and they unleashed hell. He snapped out of his day dream about the war and the gungans to see that they were getting very close to the republic fleets and [member="Gir Quee"].

"We are getting close, now is the chance, load all cannons and wait for my signal, the fighters have been scrambled and the elites are on their way to destroying the radars, the moment they succeed, if they succeed or not, we will unleash hell and fire"

The fighters were flying around space like rapid fire flies seeping in the darkness, at this point he had gotten a little bit used to the situation even though this is his first time ordering this type of war. He will find a way to make his men come back from this war and fight again in the name of the Sith.

"what better way to die, than through fires and flames"

 

[Mythos]

Location: Center of the battlefield.
Objective: Destroy the Republic.
Allies: the OS/TU [member="Darth Vulkan"] [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] Team Darkside
Enemies: GR/GA [member="Dish"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] Team Lightside

As expected they gave Mythos no surrender and heeded not his forlorn warning of death and annihilation. It was not the first time Mythos had stood in front of his enemies and demanded their surrender however it was the first time where he wished they did not give in. "I was hoping you said that" He mumbled to himself as a smile made it's way to his lips.

Deep underground, in the very sewers of the district they fought in, a unit of gungans made their way to the executive building they were ordered to take down. Wilo lead the pack, since the arrival of OS troops they were able to resupply their cache of explosives and get underground without wasting too much time. The objective was simple, destroy the support beams of duracrete that held together the street and the buildings, do so while the enemy is still standing where they are... They needed time, time Mythos could not give them.

"Wessa need more time my Lord Mythos, wessa are not yet done arming da explosives, Youssa need to stall"

Stall he could not, the battle rumbled towards him and he could not hope to stop it, he nodded in understanding as he placed one boot in front of the other as the axe upon his back began to glow and eerie red color as it charged energy funneled by the dark side. As swift as force enhancement on his body could allow he angled his black blade to deflect the oncoming blaster fire one at a time, he knew the barrage would only become more intense but as it was he could defend himself with sharp and tight soresu movements. The force reacted violently to his movements and the Jar'Kai formed up behind him quickly and defiantly against the republic forces. "Jar'Kai! Mythonians! Warriors of the Sith, form ranks! Victory or death! Charge!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Tgi-j56ueU

Courage is not the absence of fear, it is overcoming it.

It began as swift as he commanded, durasteel and stone began to be ripped from the floor and buildings behind him like an avalanche of steel and stone in front of his forces. His right hand shot forward letting loose a blast of concentrated Sith Lightning black in color due to the Axe and packed with kinetic force unique to lightning used by other Sith. The axe flew from his back to his spark filled hand quickly by his telekinesis, it's edge red tinted and emitting a signature in force itself, the concentration needed to use the force cost him a blaster bolt to the shoulder, yet pain only fueled him further for now. Mythos would swing hard at air, yet what would come out of the Axe was a wave of energy similar to plasma that arced in front of him and extended as he swiped ready to decimate the entirety of the enemy forces by itself and behind that arc was the charge of the Jar'Kai and a battalion of atrisian soldiers at his command to finish them off if they could not find defense for the destructive wave. Lightsabers and flesh would meet this day, glory and death.

 

[Atrace]

Location:Fleetcomm

Allies: [member="Darth Urak"] [member="Taris"]

Objective: Alert allies of the falling station


Atrace stood at the entrance to the reactor holding his holocommunicator, "Urak, I don't believe the Jedi is coming. It's best we blow this reactor and head to the fight!" Atrace looked back towards his brother whom had been lowering the shields for quite some time.

He began to tune his holocommunicator to all friendly frequencies, "[member="Draco"] Vereen [member="Lord Mythos"] The objective at Fleetcomm is almost complete I advise all friendly units to evacuate the city. This station is coming down."

Atrace would look out the window trying to get an idea of what was indeed going on outside the confines of the Republic station. "I'm desperate to see some action Urak, let's blow this place and help on the ground!" He would press a button on his holocommunicator "[member="Taris"] we're done here requesting pickup."

(OOC: Sorry for the short post I'm posting this as fast as possible before another ddos hits)

 

[Taris]

Location: Piloting the Daisya Infiltrator
Objective: Evacuate [member="Darth Urak"] and [member="Darth Atrace"]
Allies: The OS, [member="Darth Urak"], [member="Darth Atrace"], Team Darkside
Enemies: GR/GA, Team Lightside

"I'll be there shortly..." Taris closes the holoprojector and begins to start up the Daisya. After finicking with the controls for a short while Taris deactivates the invisibility cloak and begins to hover out from the pit that was initially blown up at the beginning of the ransack.

Taris quickly locates the fleet com and travels to [member="Darth Urak"] and [member="Darth Atrace"] in a seconds notice. Taris then flips back open the holoprojector in order to communicate with [member="Darth Atrace"]. "I presume the charges have been set. Stand back, the Daisya is well armed." Taris switches the ship to attack mode thus causing missiles to emerge from under the wings of the ship. A barrage of missiles is then launched into the exterior of the fleet com causing a large hole to emerge. Once the debris clear Taris turns the ship around and positions it in front of [member="Darth Urak"] and [member="Darth Atrace"].

 

[Urak]

Location : FleetComm
Allies : One Sith, TU, [member="Darth Atrace"], [member="Zhall Serth"], [member="Taris"]
Enemies : GR, GA, [member="Caleb Brolen"]

Urak walked over to the shields, and de-activated them using the Force. The main reactor was now directly in front of him. "Everyone, move back, and get to the hangars. Atrace and i will stay and wait for Taris to get here. This whole station is going down, we need to be ready to get out of here at any moment. Move!" Urak used telekinesis to place the explosives in multiple spots onto the main reactor. After he was done, he flipped backwards next to Atrace, and activated his holocommunicator to contact all allies in the station. "Alright everybody, move back. Once we are safe, i will detonate the explosives and bring down this station onto the city!"

The troopers began to move back, and moved out of this room as to not get sucked out. They began to move back to the hangars for pickup. A few enemy troopers met them in the hallways, but were quickly shot down by the One Sith troopers, right as Taris blew the hole onto the exterior to pick up Urak and Atrace.

Urak began to fly backwards into the Daisya Using the force to keep him steady and get into the ship. After a moment of being pulled, he landed in the Daisya Infiltrator and held onto a rail to keep him in. With his other hand he used Force Pull to help Atrace inside as well. "Whew, gotta love this ship."

 

[Atrace]

Location: Fleetcomm

Allies: [member="Taris"] [member="Darth Urak"]

Objective: escape alive

Atrace recieved confirmation from Taris, "Yes the charges are in place we are ready for extraction" before Atrace could finish his sentence a large hole was opened in the stations hull. The oxygen in the corridor quickly began to evacuate the ship, Atrace positioned himself using the force before releasing his grip allowing the vaccuum to take him.

He would use the force to guide his way into the Daisya, considering the fact that he was being helped by his brother made it very easy to get inside. Once inside he sealed the Daisya off from the vacuum and opened his holocommunicator "I suggest all remaining OS men evacuate the ship now we will be detonating the reactor shortly!"

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Champion-class Star Destroyer Obi-Wan Kenobi
Allies: GR
Enemies: [member="Nomkneer artzhul"]

Admiral Gir Quee watched as the two lines of ships neared each other. Brilliant light begin to up the space between the two sides. Occasionally, one of the smaller fighters would get caught in the crossfire or fall victim to an enemy fighter, producing a brief fireball that always managed to catch the man's interest. He watched as an R46 blew up after intercepting weapons fire from the Decimus that Gir guessed was intended for the Obi-Wan Kenobi. Lod strolled up next to him.

“The jamming beams are almost useless now,” reminded the duros officer.

Gir nodded. The closer the fleets moved together, the less effective they were. The blonde man guessed that they were practically doing nothing now as these close ranges. It was hard to miss at an enemy this close up. And at this range, there was the chance that they'd interfere with friendly sensors trying to get good firing locks on the One Sith star destroyers. He turned his eyes back to Lod.

“We'll deactivate the jamming beams, and keep them in local mode to thwart any missile strikes against the Halberdiers.”

“Yes sir.”

Thunderous fire from hypervelocity cannon batteries and bright pulses of red light from the Republic star destroyer's heaviest guns came down to bear on the Millenial. Many smaller flashes of light joined them as the star destroyer's smaller, but still deadly weapons came down to bear on the star destroyer. Other weapons from the Republic fleet joined in on the onslaught, but it was far from being a one-sided show. Vibrant flashes of deadly errupted from the One Sith star destroyers, and Gir constantly found himself eying the shield strength stats of the various ships in his fleet as the Sith war fleet pounded away at his ships. His right flank edged away from the awesome display of Sith firepower and moved to follow in the shadow of his flagship to try and avoid some of the Millenial's firepower, but they were still open to attack from the Decimus. The Obi-Wan Kenobi bursted forward using its overdrive engines to line up its broadsides with the Millenial. Sheets of weapons fire flew back and forth between the two destroyers. But even amid that armageddon-like display of power, there were countless smaller battles taking place.

Then there was the constant clash of starfighters across the battlefield. The initial wave of Republic fighters had apparently run into stiff Sith opposition as they neared the Nomkneer's ships. For a moment, the elite Sith starfighters overran and broke through the Republic starfighters. Gir watched with dismay as they started strafing runs on his ships's Full-spectrum transcievers (radar), but as they did so, the second wave of starfighers came in, providing fresh firepower to the group. The fighters originally escorting the bombers peeled off to reinforce the first wave of fighters beat back the Sith starfighters, and briefly left the bombers alone.

While not exceptionally good dogfighters by any means, the nubian bombers brought a lot of firepower into the mix, each firing six laser cannons forward and with a turreted laser cannon on top that made them difficult for the OS fighters to attack directly. They would be likely to defend themselves reasonably well, especially in the vincinity of the Republic warships. As they neared the Millenial, they began to unleash their payload of proton torpedoes towards the terrifying and looming One Sith star destroyer.

Tactical Map

Spoiler

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Rekha considered what Coren had just asked her, the consideration took all of the time it would take to flip a switch. "Lead on, I'm your wing man for it" She didn't mind running some interference for a member of the Galactic Alliance. She was still oblivious to the changing of personal relationships of her friends, she having been gone for over a month before turning back up.

"Uneducated you say" Rekha came down seeing that [member="Coren Starchaser"] was on the ground already. She wheeled around and came in dropping her tie in the next cleanest spot on the ground, exiting the Tie, grabbing her blaster.

"I don't recommend we stay here long" Rekha came up behind looking around, "even uneducated people make great shots Coren" Rekha looked up. "Where we headed?" She imagined Coren had a bead on where help was needed.

 

[Chevu Visz]

There was pure pandemonium around Chevu as she desperately began shoving her palm into the turbolift button. It looked like the female Dark Jedi was engaging Darth Rapax. Then, there was Knight Katarn but Chevu wasn’t sure what to do about him. All she knew was that the arcane Force magic she absorbed felt like it was eating her from the inside out. She had to release it soon.

The turbolift doors never hissed open. The building itself was smoking. Feth. Feth. Feth. The lift was stuck, probably damaged by enemy fire. Now she was cornered. By him.

“What do you want?” she shrieked, her arms board stiff, both hands gripping her pistol. Her eyes were like black lakes as she stared down her former enemy.

“You wanna talk? Then...Ggggh!”

Chevu doubled over in pain, folding in on herself. Her Woebringer dropped from her green hand with a clatter on the duracrete. Suddenly, she threw her head back and with a howl of pain, released the dark sided energy from the Sith's Odojinya. The power burst out of her in one monumental Force repulse, aimed to blow the Dark Jedi to kingdom come.

[member="Darth Vulkan"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Cole Katarn"] [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

He caught up to the Green woman, standing panicking at the turbolift. She was trying to run for it, but by the power Draco could sense from her, there wasn't a lot for her to fear, unless she was aware of what Clan Vereen specialized in. Hunting and capturing Force Users. He doubted she would bother doing such after Hypori. She had squats to do to keep up her physique.

He stopped running, dropping to a walk as she stood, back to the doors of the turbolift. His threatening posture relaxed, and he let his axe arm drop to his side, holding his shield defensively. "Listen, I just wanted to say-" his voice trailed off as his danger sense flared. Like a flash his right arm was up as he snapped off an Ion Beam and a stun bolt for her chest, but they were too late to stop what was happening.

The wave of telekinetic energy slammed into him like a train, his muscles struggling against it as he flew backwards hitting a durasteel support as the duracrete disintegrated around him from the wave. Blood filled his mouth and he felt ribs pop under the pressure of the wave. Pain blurred his vision, and the edges of his field of view turned red. But Draco, the Dragon of Mandalore did not fall. His muscles tensed and he forced himself a step away from the support beam, fighting against the telekinetic blast, before slumping to a crouch as it ended.

He coughed and blood spattered on his HUD, the life support read out flashing that he should seek immediate medical attention. "I was trying to be nice. I was going to help you." But not anymore. He was wounded, badly, and multiple opponents would prove too difficult in his current situation. The Dark Side of the Force surged and swirled around him as he drew it into himself, preparing for his retaliation.

[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Cole Katarn"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

There were few things Coren didn’t like. Mandos, Sith, and people who had to comment on another character in the most disgusting ways possible. C’mon, your characters are better than that. He was waiting, looking at the building and where he knew Chevu to be. He had his rifle ready and was looking to see where the apprentice was. Turning to his pilot, he nodded. He was going to have to go find her, which was gross. He just wanted to get in the ship and get out of this system.

“Watch the ship, Porter.” He said as he watched Rekha land. He smiled at her and nodded. “Inside. Chevu and a few others are stuck. We won’t be long.” Grinning, he heard the call from Rogue Squadron. Using a smoke grenade, he folded space so it was on top of the building.

Hopefully he could contact Rogue Squadron. “Rogues, orange smoke. Five minutes, if no one leaves, you burn that building to the ground. Don't care if you don't see us out. If its five minutes, its too long."

“Lets move.” He said to Rekha, continuing on. He had his rifle, pistol and lightsaber, wouldn't need the last, because he wasn't staying. Sith were overpowering everyone, as was typical, and they were leaving.

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Rekha Kaarde"]
[member="Juwiela Melec"]

 

[Dish]

Location: Center of The Battlefield
Objective: Wut
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] (lady Vader)
Enemies: [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Isamu Baelor"]

Even as the Sith launched his attacks on Keira and her forces, Dish and his fireteam sat on Mythos' right, entrenched in their flanking position and having not made themselves known yet. However as the Sith Lord's attack dissipated and his men advanced, they opened fire. From the flank, blaster fire raked the Atrisian battalion, and moments later a S90 MAAT, armed to the teeth for a gunship role streaked overhead, and regardless of how experienced, skilled, or deadly Mythos' forces were, a missile in the middle of your formation was still a missile in the middle of your formation. As the explosion rang out, Dish picked his target and fired on the Sith Lord without hesitation, his augmented strength kept the rifle steady as it kicked against his shoulder.

His eyes darted to his right as he watched a blaster bolt slam into the helmet of one of his troopers, scorching through the armor and killing the soldier. In that split second the two remaining others coordinated with eachother, the one who had charged with Dish hurled a thermal detonator and covered his comrade as he leapt to his fallen brother's side, checking vitals and then shaking the body with almost childish desperation. Dish remembered that feeling, accelerated aging made them all look like grown men, but parts of their mind still seemed almost childlike. This truly showed itself when it came to loss. ARC-052 remembered that pain. Snapping his rifle away from Mythos, Dish blasted into the enemy infantry, mowing them down with brutal efficiency. As his weapon ran low he ducked underneath some rubble and slapped in a new charge pack, then without pause returned to firing.

The S90 above hammered down on Mythos's forces, knowing full and well their odds of survival. If Dish had picked up anything about these troops it was that they were fearless, and that he respected. As the light of his blaster cast its glow over his visor the soldier felt his rage against the Sith solidify just as his bond to the Spaarti clones did. As he hadn't gotten a clear look, he hoped Ticon had a considerable amount of soldiers with her, as the three clones and the gunship, regardless of valiance were going to fail in the face of an entire battalion.

The Executive Building
Clone Commander Vez, CT-A0014

The clones were inexperienced, yes, but their duel with the forces of the Sith was the answer to a question often asked about clone armies. How far would genetics take one as a soldier? Or training? Despite initial casualties, the answer was still unclear, as the clones, most of whom's DNA came from [member="Preliat Mantis"] a man who the Sith rightfully feared, and after all, these clones had been trained for war the entirety of their lives. From the steps of the executive building, Vez hefted a DC-18 as he moved his men into position. "Is everything ready?" He questioned, looking to a clone engineer behind him who gave the commander a thumbs up and returned to tampering with a turret. Underneath his helmet the man smiled, before him lay numerous heavily entrenched clones, with turrets, tanks, and any weapon one could think of in the Republic arsenal. Even if they were going to fall, the Sith were going to pay for every inch with blood.

Streaking overhead, S90s D25s, Valkaries and other craft soared overhead. D25s and S90s dropped troops onto rooftops and other positions before storming out with their weapons and assault the Sith forces in the streets as gunships, striking fast and hard, then pulling back. To keep potential hostile fighters away, Narra interceptors and R44 starfighters flew escort, and their own independent strike missions. In fact, a flight of R44's was closing on Isamu's group, hammering at the Hand of The Dark Lord and his forces with blaster cannons. If they were lucky they'd get him too.

Vez looked out at the Republic capital, saw it burning, saw buildings crumble and could barely imagine the lives being lost amidst the carnage. His men had gotten as many civilians as they could aboard S90s and back to secure locations as the carnage began, but he knew there were more out there, being killed in droves by the damage wrought by the conflict. The monsters that were the One Sith was the reason for his creation, to secure the Republic and drive out the Imperialists and Sith inside it, and eventually, the Sith themselves as a whole. But that would take time, for now they had to drive the bastards back.