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

[Mythos]

The knee connected, his enemy stumbled back as Mythos fell upon the fields of battle weapons in hand and eyes upon the kill. The force spoke to him strangely, such a thing happened when the Sith Lord fell fully into the force, he could feel the energy build up inside his opponent, he noticed that the warrior was more than capable of keeping up with him in combat. The force repulse shot from his enemy into his figure, seeing the blasts come and further being able to predict them because of their nature Mythos did the only thing he could do, he angled his body so that the left side of his frame took the bulk of the attack, the golden glove splintered and the shoulder pad split in two as if shot by a ballistic weapon. Mythos kept his axe in his right hand behind his frame ready to let it swing once again with all the force he could muster and end his enemy in a single swing.

The force repulse caused him to go on the defensive, his lightsaber in his hand quickly changed to an inverted grip and pulled close to his lips, Mythos dug in his boots into the duracrete rubble and solidified his stance. Squaring his shoulders he bent his knees and focused his power on his figure as the rubble and stone started to levitate around him,it wasn't his fault, it wasn't his doing it was the sheer collective power of the two combatants condensing in a single location, simply put the force was stronger there than in any other place in Chazwa.

As the young warrior capitalized on her offensive, Mythos solidified his defense to meet her using a stance taught to him by the single greatest swordsman he had ever seen.@Darth Pikaran. As she rushed upon Mythos he angled his black core lightsaber to face her while in the inverted grip, the idea was to counter her attack by executing a riposte to make her attack overextend past his shoulder then use the momentum of her own attack against her in a quick one-two slice with axe and lightsaber. First attack was to push her arms outside with his lightsaber and open her up for one, clean and quick slam of the axe upon the helmet that would end the conflict instantly and decisively...

When it came to refinement Mythos held himself in high regard, training and perfecting his fighting style in an obsessed bid to become as good as swordsman as his teachers. Every movement of his weapons was calculated and premeditated, it was practiced and rehearsed to the point where Mythos executed movements such as this by pure instinct brought upon by repetition after repetition after repetition.

One thing Mythos held in his heart the whole encounter, enjoyment. It was the only thing Juyo demanded, it demanded you enjoy the fight, Mythos had delighted in the combat ever since he landed upon Chazwa... now more than ever.

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Champion-class Star Destroyer Obi-Wan Kenobi, Chazwa System
Allies: Republic / Galactic Alliance
Enemies: [member="Nomkneer"]

Gir briefly shielded as his eyes with an outstretched as a smaller ship exploded mere meters in front of the bridge viewport. The fireball receded as quickly as it had came, leaving a dull cloud of ashes and charred metal to dissipate around space. It soon faded among the brilliant light show of the Obi-Wan Kenobi and Millenial exchanging broadsides of destructive energy. The bridge lighting flickered off and the ship shook, causing the blonde man to briefly stumble. The Maker kark it...The lights flickered on and off quickly in sucession before they resumed their normal brightness. He considered questioning the bridge crewmembers in charge of the power about it, but quickly thought better of it. It'll be easier to check on the console, and I won't distract them from their job. I'm pushing them as it is...

The admiral knew that taking on a Wyyrlock-class was no easy task, and it wouldn't have been one he would have attempted even on the Obi-Wan Kenobi unless he had enough faith in his crew. They had performed admirably, but he knew they were approaching their limit against the One Sith behemoth. Gir pulled up the damage report from the last salvo that had pierced through the ship's shields. Looks like we diverted power from all non-essential systems to somewhat stop that attack...but not before some of it had already gone through the shields. Guns 72 and 74 are offline, as well as the point defense system that's set between them...Gir frowned as he tried to recall the damage reports that he had already seen of the ship, but quickly dismissed it to being the ship's captain's job, not his own. Still, this isn't good...but if we can just hang on...maybe, maybe we can force a draw...

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Across Republic space and beyond, a holorecording of the GR Military's Supreme Commander had been transmitted in response to the betrayal by Genevieve Lasedri and her secret army of clones. In it, the Republic Commander was brutal, unforgiving, and damn near fanatical in her call for the life of the former Republic Prime Minister. The transmission was forced into override broadcast on Republic worlds, both on government and civilian frequencies and transceivers, spreading like wild fire across a significant portion of Galactic space. Their neighbours the Cartels and the Mandalorians, as well as the corporate sector authorities involved with the Republic nationalization of industry would undoubtedly catch this transmission as it broadcast across every known corporate news trans-station in that region of the Galaxy.

Ali Hadrix stood at the podium of the recently exiled Republic Senate chambers, not within her own senatorial pod, but at the center point of the chamber itself. Garbed in full Mandalorian beskar'gam as fitting her heritage, the Supreme Commander looked on in silence as the general assembly took their places. Many were missing, having returned to their homes or been intercepted by Lasedri's clones and either imprisoned or killed. Even so, hundreds of representatives were present and the chamber was filled with indiscernible chatter.
Ali pulled the red helmet from her head and slammed it down on the podium's rounded face. It rang loudly with a KOOM, the T-shaped visor staring up at a large portion of the assembly's gathered representatives, the noise silencing them swiftly. Ali's hair was slate black, with a slight wave to it as it tumbled in its freedom down her back. The red armor she wore was gleaming, cleaned and polished as it hadn't been in years. Its many dings and chinks shone brightly in the multifaceted lighting of the chamber, myriad badges of honor that boasted as much of Ali's past victories as it did the failures she had learned so fruitfully from.

Ali left her gauntleted hand to rest gripping the top of her helmet. Everything about her in this moment spoke of war. She reached for another object, one hanging from her chest it seemed, behind the podium and out of view of the assembly. What she drew was a rifle, covered in dirt and blood, a stark contrast to the armor she wore. The Supreme Commander held it overhead for all to see, drawing gasps from the assembly as weapons were strictly forbidden safe the stun sticks and blasters provided to Senate Guards, or the lightsabers of the Jedi. The weapon was not loaded, of course, but Ali used it in her display as she slammed it down before her aside the helmet with a KLANG. She looked out at the assembly, her podium turning slowly to face them all in time.

Ali held a finger up in silence, then made a fist and stuck out her thumb. The holoprojector at her podium flickered to life and began to display footage of the killing of unarmed Imperial prisoners at Lasedri's direct order that she had queued on her datatablet. The recording was short and ended in nothing but death. No one said a word. A few coughed, masking their gasps of disbelief.

"The Republic Senate has been usurped by a tyrant." Ali stated plainly, her amplified voice booming through the chamber. "But not for long." She gazed up at the Senators around her before turning to look at the live-feed recorder-transmitter itself. "The Republic remains strong. The Republic remains...vigilant. Even now we are hunting her, tracking her scent like a vornskr, the chaos she sown frothing at our lips as if we were rabid, BUT..." Ali held up a finger, "We are closing in, our jaws agape, our teeth prepared to sink themselves into the soft, warm flesh of her throat."
She held the hand outward, pointing to any and all viewing the transmission across the Galaxy. "To not only the citizens of the Republic, but those of the Greater Galaxy, I swear that Genevieve Lasedri will burn for her betrayal. Not figuratively, not metaphorically. Literally. Any who support her usurper's rule, you are marked for arrest. Genevieve Lasedri...you are marked for death. Lasedri's forces, these secrete clones, are to be given no quarter."
Ali took a moment to let her words sink in, then turned her face upward to address the assembly. "I swear to you, representatives of the people of the Republic, that this rebellion will be crushed."

 

[Nomkneer]

Location: Decimus star destroyer (Wyyrlock class)
Enemies: [member="Gir Quee"]
Allies: One sith, [member="Lord Mythos"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Auuqlcom6tM

Nomkneer was watching everything happen before him sitting in his chair, it felt like he was watching a movie with all sorts of explosions going on everywhere, fighters shooting each other non stop and its all chaos. The Millenial and the Decimus had shot towards the Obi Wan Kenobi, the ship was severely damaged and the kaleesh was just one step from being able to annihilate the Galactic ships, the thing that was impeding him from doing it was the rain of fire going upon the millenial and the rest of the ships, the Decimus wasn't severely damaged but the shields were a few shots from going down. Out of all the gunships only 8 are still able to fight and the rest got destroyed by intense fighter fire, the Millenial received fire from the Obi Wan Kenobi and the shields were down, the ship got severely damaged and the left wing was destroyed.

"Calling Millenial, are you able to do anything!?"
"No general, the ship is going down and we cant stop it, all cannons from the left side are down, we are doomed sir, its been nice serving under your wing"
"...I will remember your sacrifice, use all powers for one last shot using the cannons available, shoot the Obi Wan Kenobi and finish this with one last honorable strike, i will be protecting you while you do this"
"Copy that sir, You heard the general, lets make him proud! all power to all available cannons, when ready shoot the Obi Wan Kenobi!"

The commander of the Millenial was just a few shots from being destroyed, the men that survived inside started preparing for one last strike. The Decimus delivered all cannon shots toward the ships and fighters around the Millenial, the general had ordered the available fighters in the spot to do the same and protect Millenial. The ship after a few minutes loaded the shot and was able to greet the Obi Wan Kenobi with one final punch to the face before it went down for good. What better way to go down than to go down fighting, Nomkneer had feelings for real soldiers and honorable men who fight to the death like real warriors. He could not help it while the Millenial finished charging the shot they contacted the general.

"Sir, we are finished loading... for atrisia! for Mythos! and you sir! Shoot the cannons!"

One last strike was sent to the Obi Wan Kenobi from the Millenial, it did not have the complete strenght it should have but that shot meant more than that to them, The general saw it all happened close to the window watching the shot as it was directed towards the enemy star destroyer. The Millenial had finally done its task, the Decimus was getting fired while it was trying to protect the Millenial, but the shots weren't effective enough to do severe damage, although damage it did. Enemy gunships surrounded the Millenial and all shot simultaneously, The millenial got shoot everywhere, eternal fire was consuming the star destroyer as the men inside took their final breath before the ship would be destroyed.

The Millenial exploded, chunks of durasteel flew all throughout that small part of space, the general saw everything as it happened when that final shot did the deed and an instant shine of light came from the star destroyer as the fire grew from the explosion, it blinded everything around the battlefield confusing fighters from all sides surrounding the destroyed star destroyer. Dogfighters crashed into each other those few seconds of confusion when they got blinded, pure destruction was ocurring infront of the eyes of both sides of the battle field, the General suddenly felt like making contact with his enemy to see his reaction and intake of the situation.

"Make communications with Obi Wan Kenobi, i want to have a chat with [member="Gir Quee"]"

The general ordered his men and they quickly went into action upon given orders, communications were made to the Obi Wan Kenobi, weak connection was established due to the current situation but it was enough to be able to speak clearly as the kaleesh would analyze Gir Quee every pattern of his speech.

"This is General Artzhul... greetings.."

Nomkneer said this with a teasing tone of voice as he smirked to the current situation, all soldiers were ready for whatever orders their general would give them. The men inside the ship started preparing all cannons without orders even given to him, all that was left is the response from the galactic officer. The moment had come where he would finally lay communication with his prey, his aggressive kaleesh instincts were kicking in trying to overtake him as he waited for the response.

"The cannons are ready general, we wait for your command"
"Wait for my signal, i want to see what he has to say first"

Everything was ready and two things were to come of this, either pure destruction or a draw, it is going to be very hard to convince the kaleesh to a draw, Gir Quee better be sweet with words or Nomkneer is gonna launch a rain of shots that will either destroy or damage the Obi Wan beyond repairs.

"I thought this wasn't going to be as exciting as actual combat, boy was i mistaken"

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Champion-class Star Destroyer Obi-Wan Kenobi
Allies: Galactic Republic / Galactic Alliance
Enemies: [member="Nomkneer"]

"I can't do anything it about sir...not quickly anyways."

Gir stared at the glowing diagram of the engine. As marvelous as the mandalorian-built engines were, even they weren't immune to the devastating fire of the sith star destroyer. With the controls blown on the starboard engines and stuck, the Obi-Wan would be limping to make any turns to the right side. I could probably just put everything to full and watch us spin circles...who said that spinning was a good trick? He felt that it was some pilot would later become a famous jedi, but the man had always regarded that remark with an unusual mark of derision that was perhaps not fitting for one of his stature. He turned his attention back to the battle.

The Obi-Wan rocked far more violently than the man had ever experienced in the past. he rapidly punched in commands into his console to bring up the damage reports. It seemed to him that nearly every system had been experienced some significant damage. The damage reports continued to stream in. By the maker...that must have been some assault...they must have put everything that had into...maybe even sacrificed their shield strength for that sort of offensive power. He flipped an icon to pull up a live feed on the Millenial. While the image was a bit fuzzy, it seemed to the admiral that the Wyrrlok was engulfed with flames. His eyes narrowed. It's turning into flaming piece of hell...

Before his eyes, the warship exploded, quickly knocking out the camera that had provided him with the view. The ship rocked heavily once more. The overhead lighting went out, but this time, it didn't come back on. The admiral began to work in darkness, only illuminated by the light of his command console. The dim of the crewpit grew louder as the bridge crew tried to coordinate the actions of an understrength crew working heavily damaged pieces of equipment. His screen glitched, briefly blurring the scrolling damage reports still filtering in through the ship's computer screens. But he noticed a blinking icon, indicating an incoming transmission. An unfamiliar, forbidding voice flooded out of his headset.

"This is General Artzhul...greetings...I thought this wasn't going to be as exciting as actual combat, boy was I mistaken..."

Artzhul...Where have I heard that name before? Was that the name of a rising One Sith leader? He briefly glanced at the console. Well, it is coming from one of their ships. Gir flipped a switch on his headset comlink as he briefly eyed the ships and quickly assessed the combat situation. Gir quickly signaled the helmsmen to stop fighting the malfucntioning thrusters. The Obi-Wan began to swing hard to point its prow towards the Decimus.

"Exciting might be an understatement," mused Gir, "it looks like my vessel is done here. My ship, my crew, and I might die here...but I might take some satisfaction that with our ships being this close, if our reactor explodes, we'll take you out as well. Shall we go to hell together, General?"

 

[Atrace]

Location: Daisya Infiltrator

Allies: One Sith

Enemies: Republic

Objective:End the fight

The Daisya had finally reached a safe destination, now under the protection of a one sith star destroyer, he would press the detonator to the charges in the fleetcomm, he would watch from ssafety as the colosal structure began to make a slow decent towards the planet of Chazwa, he laughed as he imagined the terrified faces of the Republic troopers perishing on the fleetcomm.

he walked over to [member="Darth Urak"] patting him on the back "feels damn good to be back brother, doesn't it?" He would look over to [member="Taris"] "Land the ship so we can celebrate my friend!"

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

[member="Darth Erebos"]

He tried to tap into this fountain. The fountain was full of emotions, but there was still some difficulty. Even though he knew there was a lot to draw from, he could only tap into some of it. It was like trying to fuel up your car with a gas can when you're right next to a fill up station that you don't know how to work. It was frustrating, to say the least. He tried to recreate his master's spark, but he could only manage a warm thrum through his entire right arm.

He visibly grimaced at the mention of losing fingernails. It felt like a violating experience and the idea of losing his own fingernails became real and visceral in his imagination. The daydream further distracted him and he lost more concentration.

His master's call to action made him forget about his task. It was frustrating and the battlefield was too distracting to focus on a goal he couldn't attain easily, despite his master's comforting assurance. He exhaled with disappointment in himself and focused on following his master through the battlefield terrain.

 

[Commander Lusk]

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Lord Mythos"]

Lusk was at a loss lately, his actions had caused him to question everything he was created to do. He was a soldier designed and bred for war, from not only his genes that were made for combat, but his lifestyle that he was thrust into as a child. He was made to be the perfect soldier created in half the time of the Kaminoan competitor, and the results were far surpassing those of clone troopers of old. But despite all that he began to truly see what he was fighting for was not what was intended of him nor his brothers and sisters, Lusk had never really been taught what the Republic stood for and what the freedom they were fighting for was exactly. But he started to become more and more certain that it wasn't about putting an innocent man to a post and blowing him away with a blaster pistol. But before he could really grasp what freedom was there was a problem, the exact problem he was made to destroy.

The Sith along with their Techno Union slaves had decided to show up to Chazwa and tempt fate on how effective this clone army that the republic had acquired was, and boy were they in for a few surprises on that end. While Lusk was more of a aggressive fighter and leader there came a time where you had to sit back and command in order to get everything and everyone in line. He had been absent for most of the battle finding a good vantage point to set up shop and order units to do what needed to be done. But that didn't mean he still couldn't reach out and touch somebody.

"Do you have the shot?" The voice of an Isard clone rang into a rather annoyed ear.

"For the fourth time, I'm getting it. This isn't exactly like being on the range." A Mantis clone's voice responded.

A set of crosshairs from a Tenloss made high velocity armor piercing sniper rifle leveled on a single target and focused in sending various pieces of information to a streaming HUD that flashed light against a tattooed face. The crosshairs steadied and the target shown itself as the one and only [member="Lord Mythos"] the Sith Lord and self proclaimed Emperor of Atrisia. The shooter, well the shooter was none other than Commander Lusk himself. He and his squad of commandos were set up in a tall skyscraper a good fifteen hundred meters away from the action, and with them were dozens of comm operators set up in a room all of which were linked to various platoons that were moving in on the ground floor of things.

"I could take the shot if it's too difficult, we all know Mantis clones just don't have the same finesse as us Isards, some would say we're just better at dealing with these sorts of things." The commando designated as Dash said to her brother.

"You know this." Lusk paused and looked up pointing his finger back and forth between the two of them.

"It's not really helping." Lusk said finishing his statement before fixing the crosshairs once again.

"You know one and every six men suffer from performance issues, I mean if you can't get it off then that's ok it's not your-"

"Shut-Up-Dash." Lusk said in a slightly annoyed voice.

"Looks like he's about to kill her, better take the shot." Dash said as she peered through the spotters scope.

"Or not, you know I've always liked the title supreme commander Lusk." The woman said half joking.

"Then whose problem would we be." Lusk said as the shot finally came together.

Wind resistance, gravitational pull and sway, everything that could effect the shot came into line and the market on his HUD flashed green right as Mythos raised his axe to attempt to bring it down on their commander's head. Lusk exhaled a steady breath and squeezed the trigger, the red blaster bolt immediately flew out from the barrel of the rifle, out of the window, and aimed directly at the Sith Lord's center mass. Chances were he'd force his way out of it, but it would give Keira enough time to hit him if it caused his balance to shift.

"All squads move in." Lusk said after taking the shot.

Down bellow on the ground floor of things ten squads of Republic clone troopers locked and loaded their pulse rifle slug throwers and every other man strapped a Ysalamir pack on their backs to ensure they were covered. They had a kilometer and a half to cover but the hundred and twenty men under Lusk's direct control would make sure they would cross over to support the main battle.

For now it was just a lot of cardio to get there.

 

[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

The longer he moved into the battle zone the more he felt he had lost sight of where he wanted to go. With a sudden sense of dread he turned his head just in time to see an artillery barrage about to hit their location and the only real cover was a building ahead of them. There wasn't time to think so instead Erebos simply acted, outstretching his hand towards Jack and quickly he gripped him with a telekinetic grip and threw him forwards bringing jack into a few steps away from . "Get to Cover NOW!" He shouted after his apprentice as he began to run after him but a part of him knew he'd be too late to get to full cover in time.
With a last push forwards of his hand he brought Jack flying against the far wall before he stopped, in the shadow that the building cast. Bringing the full weight of his power to bear the ground around him cracked right as the barrage hit all around them. The world around them erupted in fire, shock waves, dust and debris, it rained charred stones and dust obscured all vision of the field were the barrage had laid most of what had been around them to waste. Were Erebos had been was now a small spire of blown out rocks and duracrete, a small crack however showed the flow of his robe spilling through the spires blown out exterior.

 

[Keira Priest]

Karking Sith. It was a train of thought that had become all too common lately. They and their ilk were a nuisance none of them needed at the moment, but just as with every other potential danger to the Republic, would be neutralized in time. Her share of the burden was a single Sith Lord that seemed fairly intent on having her dead, but she was just as determined to walk out alive. Not unscathed necessarily, but alive. The riposte on his part was more effective than she would openly admit, but she did everything she could to close that involuntarily opening granted him, keeping a close eye on her footwork as she shifted to regain her balance, her blade moving with her fluidly as an extension of her form.

That finesse almost seemed entirely unnecessary once she sensed the shot that had been fired, able to tell it was friendly mere seconds before she took precautionary action and ducked, swinging low as she did so, straightening in the seconds it would take for the blaster bolt to actually connect and deal damage. Flashing a grin she spoke to [member="Commander Lusk"] via the comms, "It's about time you showed up. I was starting to get lonely out here." Now that the gang was back together and she was able to keep tabs on everyone through the HUD within her helmet she was a fraction more at ease. It was about time they demonstrated just how precisely deadly a well-led clone army could truly be.

The moment the bolt would have connected with [member="Lord Mythos"] she pushed outwards with her blade, augmenting her strength some with the Force to assure that he wasn't able to get quite such an easy foothold on the rubble. There would be no easy way out for him, that much she would make certain of. If they wanted to make the mistake of attacking the Republic capital, then they would deal with the consequences in the form of the elite military housed there.

[member="Dish"]

 

[Mythos]

One does not simply force away from a blaster bolt, it just doesn't work like that.

Focus was the most important thing needed in fighting close quarters against another force user, focus that was entirely shifted upon your opponent, in the battlefield that meant that a shot from a sniper while engaged was nearly impossible to avoid. To Mythos, it was just impossible.

Center mass, lower right abdomen, clean and beautiful shot.

As gasp escaped his breath as his axe swing swooshed over his opponents duck maneuver. He heard the scream of his captain behind him faintly, Martha had noticed that he had been shot and saw he was staggered, yet ten yards behind and decapitating trooper after trooper there was little she could do... She did what she had to, she force dashed to his position but it would be too late to save Mythos from the shot.
Mythos would not be Mythos without extensive training and an absurd amount of pain in his upbringing, yet when the shot came and he stumbled back and he quickly noticed that no amount of training could help you from a kill shot like that.

His will kicked in when facing death in face, it came as a self defense mechanism from his apprenticeship with Darth Ophidia. He held his ground and forced the pain away slightly just in time to meet the fresh and powerful charge of his opponent. The axe flew from his hands as he sacrificed his weapon for balance and the offensive, his right hand extended in an open palm and his left hand gripped the hilt of the rudis of the dark lord.

Pain gripped him, pain that to a sith was a weapon unlike any other... suffering, hatred and the desire for violence injected the sith lord with a power that in his state was unheard of.

As blood dripped from the gaping cavity in his lower abdomen his fingers tightly rolled up against his palm and the net of telekinesis wrapped around his opponents helmet and began to cave in. Raw power fueled from the pain and the focus that was never really shifted from his opponent and now finally made itself known as the object of his aggression was the skull of his opponent.

Feeling the force within him and the Jar'Kai emboldening him as they slowly charged behind him and closed the gap between the enemy line and his forces, Mythos let out a warshout as his hand became a fist and the force compressed around his enemies skull seeking to pulverize it under the the power of the dark side of the force. Little did he know however... that he was bleeding out.

[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Commander Lusk"]

 

[Illyana Nightshade]

Location: The Galactic Republic Capital
Objective: To help her Master

Illyana watched [member=Mantic Dorn] as he finished off the last clone trooper. His fighting skills still impressed her she was glad he had chosen her as one of his Padawans. She shook her head there were more pressing matters at the moment. As her master jogged over she looked to him waiting for him to guide her to tell her what they would be doing. She listened to him intently and nodded once he was done. "Master whe..." she was interrupted as [member=Varius] a fellow Padawan came seemingly out of nowhere and addressed there master. She gave him a nod "It's good to see you still live." she gave a grim smile.

 

[Commander Lusk]

"And... that is a... kill." Dash said as she looked through the spotter scope.

"Should of seen the look on his face, priceless." She said with a little chuckle.

"I couldn't let you have all the fun, after all I'd hate to have your job. Too much paper work that you never do." Lusk said on his comms to [member="Keira Ticon"]

"Or don't talk to me, that's fine I don't have feelings." Sarcastically Dash said as she tapped the back of Lusk's helmet.

Lusk cocked open the cooling port for the rifle and sighed in relief over what had just transpired, while he was happy there was one less Sith Lord in the galaxy he was still torn up about this entire situation. While yes they were doing what they were supposed to do it still didn't feel right to her under these circumstances of power and control. While yes his brothers and sisters were made for combat and war and while they all accepted their potential deaths and were taught there was nothing more glorious than dying in battle, part of him argued with that philosophy. Because if you ended up like poor Mythos down there it was over and you weren't able to have moments like this anymore. Moments you shared with those you loved.

"Next target." Lusk said calmly and collectively.

"Alright look at you, getting all serious on us. Right away commander, we just live to please you." Dash said in retort.

"Just get me a target." Lusk said as he closed the cooling port and the next shot was primed and ready.

Dash have a little mock salute then looked down the spotting scope scanning the battlefield and enemy soldiers for one more target to strike down, and what she saw made her spine feel a slight chill. [member="Lord Mythos"] was still alive, after what was the blaster equivalent of of taking a .308 or a .50 to the gut. And not only was he still up but he was doing that voodoo that Sith do so well.

"He's still alive Lusk! And it looks like he's focusing in! Hit him!" Dash said in almost a panicked voice.

"Negative Dash, he'll know the shot is coming. Might push the commander in the way of it with what he has going. We have to trust that she can hold." Lusk said in a calm voice as he aimed back down the sights again.

"But he's still alive Lusk! No one could of survived tha-" Dash was suddenly cut off.

"You've seen people who can levitate star ships and planets where creatures void of the force spawn leviathans and this is what freaks you out?" Lusk stated as he interrupted Dash.

"Fair point, it's just startling is all." Dash let out a short humph afterwards and focused in on her scope.

"Get me a target." Lusk said again but a bit more cold.

The woman nodded and began to look around for someone that wasn't Mythos and soon was granted with a gift right from the gods. A woman that had seen Mythos get hurt and looked very torn up about it by the way she was killing their brothers and sisters by the score. Yep, she was it. Force user, check. Personal guard to lord Mythos, check. Emotional attachment that probably flowed both ways, and check. With a click from her scope the woman highlighted the target that was Martha and gave the shooting info to Lusk, once that was set she gave his boot two taps with her own to signal he was good to shoot.

"Target acquired." Lusk said as he crosshairs focused in on the woman's center mass.

Though this time it was aimed right at her guts, the area that if the shot were to land it would either be a low hit in the kidney or liver or a straight shot into the intestines. A shot that if it connected to the center of the body it would pass through the gut and hit the spinal cord causing paralysis of the legs or more. Either way the shot was meant not to kill, but to make them bleed, make them scream, and make them no longer combat effective to the point where Mythos or his men would have to carry her out of there to make them more distracted and confused now that they had both their leadership wounded in action. however something the sniper couldn't do was predict where she was going to move other than forward to get to her boss. Maybe she'd cross out and the shot would hit a leg maybe it'd miss, Lusk didn't know. But if it did hit she'd be in a world of pain.

"Ready." Lusk said softly.

"Fire, fire, fire." and on the third fire Lusk pulled the trigger.

The flash of light showed bright and soon the magnetically encased plasma bolt left the barrel of the rifle in a spectacular display of force and velocity traveling straight for its intended spot on Martha's body. While Keira was busy dealing with whatever Mythos was throwing her way he'd have to see his bestie potentially be shot right before his own eyes.

"Sit rep." Lusk said as his HUD began to stream info.

Running hard and fast as blaster bolts flew over their heads the men and women ground level of the battle were running towards the danger that was war. With vigor and excitement in their hearts they crossed the five hundred meter mark and were now a thousand meters out from engaging the main force that Mythos had brought along with his guard or whoever he was leading. Other squads seeing the advance of clones joined in and soon the force that was sent forward by Lusk began to grow more and more as armored bodies ran towards an enemy that had made the mistake of attacking the family of troopers.

 

[Nomkneer]

Location: Decimus Star Destroyer (Wyyrlock Class)
Enemies: [member="Gir Quee"]
Allies: [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Darth Erebos"], One sith

Nomkneer was standing in front of his chair speaking with Gir Quee, he had imagined a situation would come like this but not at this degree, the Officer of the Republic said that the reactor core within the ship could explode, if that was really the truth than everyone would be wiped out and part of the planet would probably suffer too. Nothing was sure, the kaleesh didn't seem like he wanted to back down, he is not a person who trusts mere words. The General of the Atrisian army sat upon the chair taking in the information given by his enemy as one of his came close to him to give him reports.

"sir, we have a problem, we tried loading the cannons but, they're overloaded and we have to wait till they cool off to be able to launch another attack"
"Is that how it is..."

He stood once again as he thought about the situation, Nomkneer isn't a person who would loose his cool, this situation wasn't going to change that. The kaleesh stood forward facing the screen, Gir Quee wasn't going to be able to see his face but his voice would sound louder and more clear.

"This is the General of Atrisia, we have loaded all cannons, true or not we do not care, you have two options, clean up your part of the mess and leave my presence before i decide to launch a hell strike of fire upon you and all of your ships and declare a spacial cease fire, or i will launch my attacks towards you and reactor or not trust me we do not care, me and my men are more than willing to lay down our lives for the emperor you have seen it yourself, we are easily replaceable, you are not"

He said this with much seriousness, his acting was so believable that even some of the crew in his ship started whispering to each other.

"wait, didn't the officer said they were overloaded?"
"I dont know, trust in our general there is a reason he does things so be quiet"

A moment of silence came after the message that Nomkneer sent to Quee, the general faced back to his men and relayed orders in a high tone of voice so that Gir Quee would listen.

"Point all cannons towards the remainder of their fleets"

This was all just a tactic laid by the kaleesh to make his words about loaded cannons even more believable, the soldiers within the ship immediately started pointing all cannons and the ships artillery started moving towards the Obi Wan Kenobi and its ships. Gir Quee is definitely a worthy foe when it comes to spacial warfare, but even he could fall easily to Nomkneers words, the intensity of the situation was rising, the kaleesh' eyes were gazing on the Obi Wan Kenobi as he waited for the reply of his enemy.

Nomkneer played all his cards right, all he needs is for his enemy to fold and he will come out of this with his men alive ready to fight another day. The general walked back towards his men as he got close to a monitor screen that had constant surveillance on the planet. He saw his king [member="Lord Mythos"] in trouble, he was severely wounded by a shot to his abdomen and he was not going to survive this if he kept fighting like he usually does.

"I need to make contact with Mythos now!"

Contact was immediately made with Lord Mythos down below as the general made contact he instantly sent cargo ships and drop pods with medical supplies and emergency nurses to take care of Mythos and his men.

"Lord Mythos, i see you have been shaken up a bit, listen to me good m'lord, there is no way we are going to survive this if we keep fighting, i have sent cargo ships and drop pods towards you so you can get you and your men out of there now. I am in a position where i cannot help you more than that, i will give further updates of our situation"

 

[Keira Priest]

It wasn't just Sith that were capable of drawing on the negative emotions of their opponents. The ability was one Keira had taken time to perfect and access nearly instinctually, allowing the suffering and pain of her adversaries to supplement her own strength. Whatever conduit of energy that flowed between them most certainly went two ways, and she was thankful for every bit of extra power it allowed. While the shot that had landed was optimal for inflicting the most damage possible without immediately taking life, she was clashing with one capable of utilizing the Force just as effectively as herself. To let her guard down just because he was wounded would be nothing short of voluntary suicide.

And she was proven correct moments later, when she felt the all too familiar vice of the ethereal begin to close around her head. In an action that was nothing short of a want to survive taking over she pushed back just as hard, refusing to grant him anything that so much as resembled an upper hand. At the same time she focused another tendril of the Force that was weaker thanks to her divided attention but still potent, and it made its presence known by digging sharply into the wound in his abdomen should it remain unimpeded. An underhanded tactic that wouldn't gain any respect from the enemy, all told, but that wasn't what concerned her at the moment. She much rather liked the idea of living to see another day.

[member="Commander Lusk"], [member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Gir Quee]

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

Gir weighed Nomkneer's words carefully, yet he didn't feel that he could quite a firm grasp on the sith's intent. Why do Sith always have to be so difficult to read? He admitted that it took a certain bit of bravado to bluntly tell someone that they were both going to die, especially when that someone was an enemy he barely knew. As Gir considered his options, Lod quietly murmured into his ear that the Decimus was beginning to change its weapons to fire on different targets besides the Obi-Wan. Most of the Wyrrlok-classes Gir had encountered had been equipped with ponderous and impressively powerful cannons capable of hitting targets even at long range, but they weren't the greatest at hitting small or fast targets. The smaller Republic ships might not stand a chance against the Decimus at close range, but they might be able to successfully withdraw given how much faster they were than the larger Decimus. Gir turned his eyes into the obsidian-like eyes of the duros captain.

"I'm ordering a general withdrawal to the far side of the planet for the fleet. Make it happen while I talk to the general."

Lod silently nodded before shuffling to announce the retreat. Gir tapped a button on his headset comlink to attempt to contact the sith general.

"General Artzhul, what are the conditions are your cease fire?"

 

[Mythos]

"Wessa ready Malord"

It was the first words Mythos heard in his earpiece yet he could not possibly give an answer. His gungan demolition team had been under their very feet since the entire battle began and they ended an entire street from below. When Mythos had ordered them back down to destroy the main building they had found that they lacked any real explosives. It was then Mythos told them to Improvise, so they did.

Abandoned Rhydonium canisters left behind by the force knew who littered the dark and untraveled halls of the bottom layer of Chazwa, each support pillar under the street littered with one of the canisters each. By the time Wilo contacted Mythos, the charges had been set and all he waited on was the order, an order that would not come so quickly.

Mythos faced down the warrior and in the flash of moments a dark tendril shot from her being into the open cavity in his lower abdomen. The pain was excruciating and the howl of pain boomed was heard even in the force, his grip and will however was not shaken. He used this pain, the pain inflicted upon him and brought both of his hands clamping down on one another as if he was literally crushing her skull with his bare hands. It was then a massive artillery strike exploded not four yards from them, kicking up durasteel debris and rubble absolutely everywhere. Such was war, no conflict was individually spared the power of cannons.

His ears buzzed with the after shock of the explosion, yet even through all of this his Generals' words came through. Bleeding and wounded, eyes loosing sight he was thrown back into the zone of battle out of pure anger and rage. Not at his enemies, not at any particular element of the battlefield, but at the sheer audacity of his Generals' words. His jaw dropped every so slightly as his General elaborated, retreat ? Pulling back? Preposterous! Mythos would never retreat, he would never surrender if he still saw some shred of hope for victory.

Yet he could not even hope to respond....

Martha was fresh, all she had done was slice through troopers and kill the enemies of the one sith the whole day yet when she saw Mythos down her instincts as his protector kicked in. With every step she took the dark side of the force nagged at her, jabbed her mind, annoyed her until she furiously gave in to the prodding of the force and her lightsaber raised to her left side for a parry, lightsaber angled along her abdomen. When the blaster bolt connected with the blade of her lightsaber the force of the impact nearly tore the weapon from her grasp.... Her eyes traced the direction of the blaster shot back to the position of the shooter. Her eyes narrowed and the most vicious growl of unbridled fury escaped her beautiful lips in the form of a single word.

"You..."

She removed her helmet with one hand while staring directly into the position of the sniper, a dramatic and fury induced action that was followed by her punching a spaarti clone trooper with her other hand through the visor of his helmet and then ripping out his face all while looking straight into their direction and screaming with such indescribable fury even Mythos felt it through his state.

It was then, Ol Commander Lusk up there, would know.... he karked up.

Martha was a woman unlike any other in the galaxy, not just because she had birthed three children and still looked as beautiful a red head as the CEO of ATC herself, but because this woman was the sparring partner of a Sith Lord, a woman who could keep up with him blow for blow and a woman who literally swore an oath to kill herself the day she could not be of further use. There was a reason why even Mythos, a Sith Lord and the King of an entire planet kept his mouth shut when Martha scolded him, it was not because he found her attractive, he did, but their relationship was purely professional up until now. When she was angry, when she broke the bottom of her barrel... she became a whirlwind of fury that lost track of friend or foe.

What charged forward through troopers with ysalamiri and sith troopers alike was not Martha, it resembled nothing the composed veteran that was the captain of the Jar'Kai. When blaster bolts hit her she only felt the kinetic impact, it was not the force that propelled her into this state it was the fact that she just...sometimes snapped. She was a big woman, taller than Mythos by at least an entire foot and wider than him by quite a lot, so when those lightsaber strikes started hitting, people started falling, pretty damn quick too.

Mythos was in a bad way a few yards over, bleeding out and shaking off the concussive effects of the artillery strike. He got a second message from Wilo, the gungan commander he had completely forgotten about.

"M'lord Mythos, Wessa primed explosives and set da primer timer"

Mythos shook his head to process what he was hearing. "Wh- a-... How much time do we have Wilo!?"

Mythos screamed into the com, blowing Wilos' sensitive ear with quite the loud feedback even after the screams and explosions. "Youssa have about ten seconds" Wilo said as he helped his men one by one exit the sewers already miles away from the battlefield.
"What!?"

As if in response, the ground started shaking as some of the explosives had begun to explode prematurely... Gungans... you can never accuse them of being thorough. Mythos ducked his head to avoid a blaster rifle shot and did the only thing he could. He yelled at all of his Jar'Kai soldiers through his com. "Everyone! this is Mythos, Jump!"

Some soldiers who were not currently engaged looked at his position with curious expressions beneath their head gears.
"Jump Now!" His shout this time was very confident and some Jar'Kai did not even hear his command, those who did bent their knees and executed a small force jump.

Instantly, in the blink of an eye as the charging forces of the Atrisian Soldiers met with the reinforcements of the Republic the street beneath them swallowed them both, collapsing for entire kilometers. Thousand of tons of durasteel and duracrete would implode from the inside as the Rhydonium canisters eliminated the support beams that held up the road they fought upon several dozen feet below and caused the entire battlefield to become one giant concrete sinkhole.
Mythos Plummeted into the darkness of the destruction that spanned almost an entire mile... his troops and soldiers following the descent along with the republic troopers that followed, entire divisions...

What would happen at the bottom ? Would they even survive?...


[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Commander Lusk"] [member="Nomkneer"]

 

[Commander Lusk]

[member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

When the blaster bolt was deflected by the woman, Lusk swore under his breath and popped open the cooling port to quickly wait the few seconds needed to prime and fire off another massive shot from the sniper rifle.

"Shot blocked shot blocked!" Lusk said as he began to refocus the sniper.

"Hit that son of a queen!!" Dash said in anger as she slammed the cooling port closed and got on her spotting scope.

This was bad, with how Mythos was focusing in whatever he was doing to Keira, his commander was starting to engage the troopers that were now in a firefight with Atrisian soldiers. Lusk had to remove their leadership at once and so he quickly focused in but before he could shoot something happened that made him abandon sniping. The premature explosion that went off along the city streets of Chazwa rocked the ground and Lusk could see from his scope that it was only the first of what was going to be storm of booms and bangs.

"ALL SQUADS!! SHIELDS UP!! SHIELDS UP!!" with just enough time and urgency in his voice the majority of troopers on the ground were able to activate their ray and particle shielding on their armor.

However some of them weren't that lucky. With the other explosions going off some of the clones were caught in the blasts and blown to pieces before they knew what was happening. Sinkholes started to appear in the earth and soon the ground began to swallow all those bellow it within. Civilians, Sith, clones, anybody and everybody caught in the near mile long blast was taking a trip to the undertown and for some of them it was going to be a one way express.

"What the hell is happening!!" Dash said as the building began to shake and groan from the explosions.

"Everybody move!!" Lusk yelled and threw the sniper aside.

The man stood up and was looking to get the comm operators to safety, he had to get his younger siblings out of there before things got too bad. He would come to get Keira but first thing was first was securing them.

But as he made his way to the comm operators another explosion went off and the building began to shift and groan. The gungan demo crew had hit the street where the skyscraper was and the building's weight was starting to work against it as it started to lean and come undone. A grave look spread on Lusk's face as he looked back to Dash and screamed.

"HOLD ON TO SOMETHING!!"

The building began to collapse and topple down to join the rubble in the near mile wide pit. As everything snapped and shattered around him Lusk and Dash ran until the upper levels of the building where they were located were now vertical. Quickly grabbing onto a support beam with one arm and in the other dangling Dash by the hand, Lusk groaned in pain as the building kept falling around him and watched as other clones fell into the black bellow some of them losing their shields and being impaled on spikes or broken ends of buildings.

"Lusk I'm scared I don't want to die like this!!" Dash yelled to Lusk as the building gave another groan as it fell.

Lusk let out another pain of having to support himself and his sister as the building continued to slowly fall and crash.

"You're not gonna die Dash! We're gonna make it!! Just hold on!!" Lusk yelled back as the building literally snapped and gravity continued to go to work.

"I love you Lusk! I'm sorry I was so hard on you growing up!" Dash had tears around her eyes behind her visor as she clung to Lusk's hand.

"Stow it soldier! You're not gonna di-"

"LUSK LOOK OUT!!" Dash interrupted Lusk to what was their oncoming doom.

A large metallic desk flew from across the room and soon hit the support beam they were dangling from ripping right through it. The two fell and soon blackness ensued as rubble and glass took over all the other senses.

And that was it, there was nothing but darkness for a while. Nothing but a cold black in the pit that everyone had fallen into.

This is not how you die.​

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

[member="Darth Erebos"]

Everything seemed tensely normal until he felt his world get flipped upside down. A strong force threw him off balance and shoved him quickly towards a building. He slammed his backside into the wall as though he had been running and then slid into it. With a "whumph!", he struggled to get to his feet. As soon as he was up, he was only able to utter the inquisitive and confused word of "Master?---" before the barrage hit.

The kinetic force threw him backwards through the window above the wall partition he had previously slammed into. He landed on top of a darkly armored clone. Out of the frying pan and into the fire...

The clone let out a cry of surprise as the acolyte landed on top of him. Jack panicked and quickly rolled up and onto his feet. He activated his saber and, without a second thought, slew the man. It would only be later that he'd realize who he had slain. The sound of clattering armor and blasters sounded deeper inside the building...but too close for comfort. Smoke and a cloud of debris covered the broken window and more enemies were coming his way. They fired at his partially revealed figure. He turned around and ran.

He ran until he came to a caved-in section of the hallway he was in. Dead end...The clones came around the corner and into view. They were grouped up like a firing squad about to kill a helpless prisoner in this narrow hallway. Jack looked at the ground, defeated. Confident in their range and position, they all slowly and silently lifted their guns at Jack. On the outside, Jack had given up. On the inside, he was cooking up a very risky plan.

He gave himself to the Force and waited for its promptings. Before they pulled their triggers, he dropped to the ground and crouched into a ball. The ceiling that dipped down, and created the dead end in the first place, was nearly black with mass carbon scoring before they stopped. Jack's suit produced a nice black cover of smoke to keep him hidden from their gaze. The smoke couldn't, at the moment, be told apart by the ground, the mess and the upset dust filling the corridor. The clones advanced slowly to confirm their kill. As they drew near, they couldn't see a body.

"He fething disappeared---!!" was all one clone got off before Jack acted. He used the Force to propel him off of the wall he was next to. He slid across the debris-bumpy, but otherwise normally smooth floor. The debris scrapped and ruined the armor's look and integrity, but he safely slid past them. Now for the next part of the crazy plan.

He summoned every drop of water from his "fountain". He reached and pulled from deep within. This was an all or nothing situation. He would die if he didn't pull this off and that scared him beyond measure. Even worse, it made him angry that someone as unworthy as clones he'd never met could be the ones to end his life so soon. Having gathered all of this as fast as the mind could work, he opened his eyes and screamed at the top of his lungs. His scream was full of rage and desperation. His eyes felt like they had ear wax removal dropped in them, but he dared not close or rub them.

The clones before him flinched, jerked, yelled, screamed, begged, whimpered, convulsed, fell and then started to go up in flames. The flames turned into fires and the fires burnt quickly and thoroughly. Soon, the whole hallway was covered in the white ash which used to be the clones. Jack dared not breath, but couldn't help but be completely covered in the ashes of his victims. He turned, walked away slowly and waited until he couldn't stand it before he started breathing normally again. He looked like he'd had bags of flour dumped on him. He looked like a white, ghostly specter, besides the black smoke (mixed with the white ash) still coming off his special cape.

He was disoriented and sullen. He kept walking slowly back to where he last knew his master to be. Speaking of his master, he still didn't know where he was.

 

[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

Drip.... drip..... drip.... The world was a blur of simple drops falling and a throbbing pain in his side then a sudden barrage of blaster fire followed by a loud and piercing scream soon after. He tried to move but couldn't and he realized his body was pinned between three slabs of rock or duracrete, he didn't know which and didn't care. All that mattered to him was that he felt like he was suffocating and panic began to scratch at the walls of his mind, trying to worm it's way into in.
He wouldn't let it in but he also knew he had to breathe but without being able to move that limited his options severely. Unconsciousness began to set in and a blackness began to form at the edge of his sight, slowly closing in. He retreated into his mind were he stood at that crisp mountain top, only this time Muur was also there. "So is this how your going to go out? Not in a blaze of glory but in a hole in the ground?" Muur said mockingly as his sickening grin came back. "Shut up I will survive this I just need time to think.." Erebos spat at him as he began to pace around a little. "TIme?! Time is the one thing you are fast running out of my friend and unless you can come up with a solution your just going to die off... Just like your father did." That hit a nerve in Erebos and he turned towards Muur, he had let the anger in, the fury and hate he had always kept around the walls of his mind like a moat. It was a blackish red liquid that seemed to leak through cracks that formed in the sky itself. "Oh good, good Let it all in when you need that extra kick to your power."
Those last words from Muur resonated in his mind as he came back, almost out of air but he didn't care. He gathered his power around his body like a cocoon, pouring in as much as he could almost to the point of exhaustion and then he released it all out around him. A force Repulse blasted everything around him away, he hovered a little in the air before he fell down almost limp with exhaustion. The explosion seemed to have garnered the attention of a clone or at least he thought it was one as he came walking into the room that Erebos had created with his blaster draw. "Halt Hurg?!" He clone began before he gripped his neck and slowly rose up from the ground, Erebos however was on all fours and only began to stand when the soldier was half his leg's length in the air, gasping and battling for breath. "No I won't." He then said simply and a surge of red force lighting came from his chest, the location of his tonka Amulet and funneled through his hand only to erupt in a single and powerful lightning bolt that vaporized the clone on the spot.
With a wave of his hand he moved the blaster rifle to himself and used it as a crutch as he began to move out of the room. Soon he came upon a sea of flames and with an outstretched arm he sucked in the flames and turned it into power to fuel his own recovery. He had focused most of his power into self-healing, even some of the power he used for his own sight causing his vision to turn a little blurry. 'Kark I need to rest and heal.' He thought as he found a place to sit down and meditate to gather enough power to accelerate his own healing as much as he could.