One Sith vs. Galactic Republic: Invasion of Togoria (Dueling Thread)

[Isamu Baelor]

OPERATION MINECRAFT

The One Sith vs The Galactic Republic
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Terms:

Spoiler

• The invasion will start on April 15th, and go until April 29th
• Five allies per side.
• The invasion is PVP based. There will be no specific NPC Troop Battle or Fleeting objectives. (though members may choose to conduct their PVP bout as a troop battle, or fleet, but it will only count as a single PVP victory.)
• Members will tag their PVP bout as "Private" or "Public". If Private, all participants must consent for another party to join the fight. If Public, anyone can join at any time.
• Two weeks before the invasion begins, a thread will be created where members will be allowed to create scenarios to facilitate PVP battles (subject to FA approval).
• Only tech approved before the start of the Invasion (April 15th) will be allowed.
• Any maps or visual aids will be presented to FA’s of both sides, and approved before the start of the invasion.
• Victory will be based on PVP wins.
• To be claimed as a member of the faction, you must have joined the faction prior to the 8th of April, and be an active member. This does not apply to members who join after the 8th of April.
• The Faction Admin teams will convene to discuss writers who do not behave in an appropriate manner, and their ejection/disqualification from the invasion.
• If a writer takes longer than 24 hours to reply to their partner, they will be given a warning. If they take longer than 24 hours again, they will be disqualified, and a point will go to the opposing team. (Writers may decide on their own deadlines, however.)

Allies:
OS Allies:

1. [member="Vilaz Munin"]
2. [member="Isley Verd"]
3. [member="Aver Brand"]
4. [member="Loray Tares"]
5. [member="Arrbi Betna"]

GR Allies:

1. [member="Keira Ticon"]
2. [member="Gray Raxis"]
3. [member="Lisette Kuhn"]
4. [member="Léon"]
5. [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

Confirmed Duels:

• [member="Darth Vornskr"] & [member="Darth Prazutis"] vs. [member="Aedan Miles"] & [member="Elaine Thul"]
• [member="Einarr Warscream"] vs. [member="Arisa Yune"] (Private)
• [member="Vilaz Munin"] vs. [member="Mantic Dorn"]
• [member="Harley"] & [member="Gorteko Graye"] vs. [member="Cynthia Garon"] & [member="Gray Raxis"]
• [member="Julian Viles Priest"] vs. [member="Lady Kay"]
• [member="Darth Rapax"] & [member="Krayzen Dratos"] vs. [member="Léon"]

Looking For Opponents:

• [member="Reinhard Baelor"] (LF Padawan Duel)

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Location: Overwatching the greater battle.
Enemies: None yet.
Allies: None
Side: GR
Duel: Public (For now)

(Point in Time, During the greater battle)

She sat alone, her eyes watching in the distance the fight that would brew from the invasion of the planet. It had been years since the last time and she remembered well what had happened before. There would be fighting moving to here sooner or later, that much she knew and even now her eyes closed to focus on the life that was around her. There would be fights, duels between people who were stronger and weaker than herself and there was little she had to do in the ways of moving. She was here to support those who found themselves fighting for their lives... or perhaps she would fight herself and win her own life on this day.

There was a great humor for her in that moment. How just a few years before she would be on the other side, fighting for the sith even if her mind told her what she was doing was wrong. And now as she sat and waited for her time with the other side... she wondered what changed. Was it the trial that changed her, was it her losing her life in that mockery of a fair trial. Or was it her time alone on Alderaan. Perhaps it was losing Vulpesen and her family. She wasn't truly sure which is the thing that made her choose these jedi now, but it mattered little.

She wore only a fiberweave armor, meant to protect her against blasters and slugthrowers. Her sabers hung from her waist and touched the ground in how she sat on her legs. Her staff remained as always in the small of her back and waiting for its use. Her tail laid around her as she lowered her head and let the black hair collect around her face.

It felt like that day all over again.

Her first fight, staring at the man who invaded her home, igniting her master's saber. She remembered it and she smiled as her hand came to touch her face with eyes still closed. Back then she had fought, stood against her intruder and now she looked through the force at the new intruders. She had a new home, she had a new loss, and more importantly. She wasn't a weak, frightened girl with stupidity to match. She had something to live for and to protect, perhaps it was time to defend these Jedi she sided with and their republic... the thought made her smile. A woman who believes in the sith code, protecting Jedi and using the lightside. She was a mockery of herself and she enjoyed it.

 

[Rapax]

Location: Overwatching the greater battle.
Enemies: [member="Léon"]
Allies: [member="Krayzen Dratos"]
Side: OS
Duel: Public (unless stated other wise)
Gear: Is in the bio

Rapax traversed the river side of the battle field waiting mainly for [member="Krayzen Dratos"] to arrive so they may begin the slaughter. It has been awhile since he joined in an invasion force but he knew that the battle will be glorious no matter the outcome aslong as he gets to bathe the field with the Republics blood he will enjoy this battle more then ever. He waited paceing like a predator awaits there prey hoping for either an opponent to show them selves to him or for his ally to arrive so they can begin the carnage. He checked his gear to make sure everything was where it should be and fully charged while he waited good thing he decided to pack his full gear today for he might need every ounce of it.

 

[Cynthia Solus]

Location: behind enemy lines in an urban environment (dusk)
Enemy's: @haryel Ξ [member="Gorteko Graye"]
Allies: Mr [member="Gray Raxis"]
Dule: privet
Gear: in my sig (armor black)

Cynthia had herself in one of the buildings relaying information to the republic. Although she was here to also take out high ranking people and anyone else strayed from the pack. There would be little chance of civilians roaming around due to they have either been slaugted by the sith or evacuated. "Gray where are you? I need to relocate soon." She said in a hushed voice. she mostly relied on the instruments in her visor to look about. It was hard to tell at first but in the corner of her eye she saw a patrol of two down on the streets crossing a T junction. "Two on patrol waiting for a clear shot. Gray I'll definitely need to move after this so where not compromised." She said lining up the crosshair with the closest soldier's head. although she remained to wait a little longer for both heads to line up.

Slowly she'd take a deep breath in and an even slower exhale. With their heads lined up Cynthia would squeeze the trigger as she did the stock would kick back into her shoulder and the barrel would give out a snap bang. She watched as the bodies collapsed to the floor and for the blood pooling around the bodies. "Kills confirmed, both soldiers down gray." She had no idea where he had moved off to but she needed to go now. Her position would have been compromised. Swinging her feet around Cynthia would shuffle to the edge and activate the grav boots to walk down the wall safely. "Alright I'm on the move. Meet you at the bottom and I don't mean my bottom. I know what your like." She said jokingly with her rifle firmly in hand watching the street below as she walked down the aide of the building.

 

[Iestyn Nova]

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Spoiler

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[SIZE=14.6667px]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Research Centre (designated duelling area)[/SIZE]
Objective: Don't die, protect mate, take deep breaths and stay calm
[member="Veronika Nova"]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Iestyn felt like he was walking an emotional razor’s edge. He’d been swinging back and forth between states through the early morning. Whilst he was calm now he felt that inexorable build of the chemical cocktail. They’d taken the previous day off together, trying to remain as calm as possible. Their research associates certainly appreciated it, the day before Red Day generally had the pair going through rapid mood swings and snapping at their subordinates. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Veronika lay across his chest, his hand running through her hair as he sang an old folk song from their own language. As a Si’nesh his singing soothed her jangling nerves and the building tension. And as a life pair of Lovalla, their empathic bond ensured that sensation was reflected back to him. In a way he was hypnotising himself with his own song, he reflected.[/SIZE]

What was it that I did, Oh Myfanwy,
To deserve the frown of your beautiful cheeks?

[SIZE=14.6667px]The early morning light filtered through the viewport of their room. They chose to remain aboard their room on the Eyrie, their research vessel, rather than move into the main research station. Lovalla could be very picky about moving they room, particularly at this time of the year. Without intending it, his hand ran over her shoulder, nails gently raking her skin as the fingers tensed. Through their bond he felt something else push that calming blanket back. Not long now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Their comm beeped. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]His base skin was already a deep scarlet, but his striping suddenly flared a bright red, accentuated with yellow spots. Who would disturb them [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]today?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]It beeped again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Pick up. Iestyn here,” he said testily.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Iestyn, right, it’s Ryan here. Look I’m so, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]so, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]sorry to disturb you both…”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“It’s alright,” Iestyn replied through his teeth. “I’m not going to fire you for it. What’s up?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“General broadcast. A Sith fleet has dropped into orbit.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Iestyn swore several times in his native tongue. Veronika shifted position on him, perturbed. “What’s the instruction?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“Everyone’s being told to stay put. They’re telling everyone to stay grounded…”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“...which means they’re expecting a battle in orbit,” Iestyn reasoned. “Look, we’ll get the ship prepped and come over to help get the research packed up in case we need to move. Be there in...a few.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The comm cut off. Iestyn let out a long sigh, reluctant to move from his current position. [/SIZE]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmGGqHgJW0w​

Location: En route to the planet's surface
Allies:

• [member="Darth Prazutis"]

Enemies:

• [member="Aedan Miles"]
• [member="Elaine Thul"]

Duel: Private? (I don't think we ever specified)
Gear:

• Tyrant Armor
• Shuk'orok
• Primordial Signet Ring
• Sith Lightsaber #1
• Sith Lightsaber #2

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Dark shapes emerged from the darkness beyond space to cut angular silhouettes against an aging sun who's rays touched a world scorched by hellish fire, a world who's soil was mixed with blood and bone. Once there were forests, once there were lakes and rivers, savannahs, great canyons and swamps, but now all that remained of the world was dark ash and the distant keening of untold suffering carried by the stale, arid wind. The Dark Side hung heavy over the planet, smothering the atmosphere and choking anything that remained on the barren world. When the darkness came creeping in from the space behind the stars over a million souls were sacrificed to slate its hunger, their bones left to char and burn as streaks of iridescent light streamed down from the heavens to turn all of Togoria into ash. The only thing that weathered the cataclysm was Caross, but even it was bathed in the fire that scoured the rest of the world. Weary survivors of the tragedy still occupied the planet alongside the distinctively marked soldiers of the Galactic Republic, a government that was increasingly becoming less galactic with each passing rotation.

But the beleaguered people of what remained of Togoria would find no solace in their arms as the icy talons of death once more sought to hook into their world as dropships innumerable in number descended from the dust-filled sky marked with the sigil of the Empire. The attack had been planned for months, a strategic strike aimed to several supply lines from the bulk of the Republic worlds to their new distant capital. The soldiers of the Empire were ever so hungry for war, and with the Republic practically crippled and limping they circled like wolves waiting for the right moment to pounce and tear out its throat. Perhaps this was that time, for the Republic had stretched itself so thin as it expanded westward through the Expansion Regions, and the Empire was not about to let the Republic go unpunished for such a blunder.

Several dropships broke off from the main group, evading a screen of anti-air fire before landing in one of Caross' crumbling courtyards. Yet despite the ruined appearance of the city the soldiers that disembarked down the frontal ramp as it descended were immediately met with concentrated blaster fire from the structures beyond the courtyard. But these soldiers with blackened armor showed no fear as they raised massive hexagonal energy shields to deflect the oncoming fire. The design of the shields allowed these soldiers to poke the barrels of their rifles through and return fire without ever having to move out of the shield's protective cover. They arrayed themselves in a protective phalanx as they moved forward to secure the courtyard while soldiers armed with missile launchers arrayed in teams of two took aim and fired their destructive payloads into the nearby buildings, blowing them out and toppling them with thunderous roars. Eventually all opposing fire ceased entirely, leaving only the sounds of distant battle and crumbling stone to fill the silence.

But then He made his descent.

A shuttle with stabilizers that seemed too big for the ship itself made its descent through the billowing smoke that trailed off from the already decimated city, slowly coming down to land amidst the carnage that the soldiers had wrought upon the city's defenders. The ramp lowered and out from the shadowy confines strode Darth Vornskr dressed in armor designed entirely for war, his eyes scanning the surroundings with sight that perceived much more than that of an average individual. Grunting a satisfactory compliment to his soldier's efficient handiwork he quickly made his way to the makeshift HQ they had erected in one of the more stable buildings where a man almost as imposing as the Sith Lord stood in armor identical to the soldiers around him save only for the highlights of red painted on the armor to mark him differently from the others.

At the sight of the Sith Lord's approach the man straightened and offered a closed-fist salute; "Communications are established, milord, and the invasion has begun all across the system. We stand ready to execute your will as always, sire." The reverence in the Highlord's voice was palpable, his dedication to the Sith Lord was unwavering and absolute, and he was eager to burn this world to a cinder all over again. Lord Vornskr would indulge him, "Give the order. I want this city leveled entirely, no survivors. This time we'll finish the job."

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: En route to the planet’s surface.
Duel: Private
Allies:
· The One Sith
· [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies:
· Galactic Republic
· [member="Elaine Thul"]
· [member="Aedan Miles"]
Gear:
· Modified Battle Armor
· Cortosis Gauntlets
· Hearteater
· Sith Lightsaber #1
· Sith Lightsaber #2
· Valthris
· Primeval Signet Ring

“Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war”​

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Togoria was once a world of civilization with lush forests and beautiful landscapes. Towering cities dotting the surface where a proud people once thrived. No more. It was a world scorched by hellish fire, its soil mixed with dry blood and crushed bone. The entire landscape was nothing but dark ash, howling stale winds blowing across the massive plains. The Dark Side was strong on Togoria smothering everything that dared to enter its atmosphere. It was a gluttonous beast that emerged from the stars many years ago, and one million souls were sacrificed to it, sent screaming to the abyss.

There would be no rest for the people of Togoria, no mercy after all they have suffered. Their greatest nightmare was becoming reality, descending from the stars. Entering into the atmosphere once more were once more fleets bearing the sigil of the Empire. The iron fist of the Sith was once more coming crashing down on an scarred people. Imperial soldiers hungered for blood, they cried out for war and by the force they would have it. It was an intricately planned assault, a dagger driven into the lungs of the Republic to cut off its supplies. The Republic were losing more and more territory to the might of the imperial war machine, they were on their last legs like a prey struggling to limp away from its predator.

A cadre of dropships broke off from a massive invasion force above Caross, landing in a crumbling courtyard. Those who disembarked were known across the galaxy for their brutality, their lack of fear and apathy towards all. These were the infamous Blackblade Guard. These soldiers fought with great ferocity and slaughtered without hesitation. However it wasn’t until all fire from the opposing forces ceased, only distant sounds of war and crumbling buildings to break the eerie silence that a true darkness descended.

A dark shuttle came down through the clouds, appearing through the billowing clouds of choking black smoke. It landed amidst the carnage of the loyal black armored troopers. The ramp lowered and from within the darkness alongside the God-King strode Darth Prazutis clad in black battle armor equipped for war. He too scanned the surroundings able to see far more than any ordinary person ever could with the aid of the force, and his trinkets. They strode towards the most stable building, a structure spared from the powerful missile launchers. Already the soldiers were setting up a makeshift command center inside its halls, and as soon as they entered a familiar face came into view.

Highlord Osbasid the leader of the Blackblade Guard and a man almost imposing as the two titans before him gave a salute to the God-King. It felt almost a lifetime ago that these three men came to Togoria, and in the name of the God-King burned the planet to ash and butchering over a million souls in his name. But they weren’t here this time for utter annihilation, no there were other plans in the works. Prazutis remained silence as Kaine ordered the Highlord, only speaking as the man moved away. “No mercy…oh how glorious that sounds. It has felt like a lifetime since we’ve last come here. They’ve grown complacent under Republic rule, they must be made an example of, the other cities will come in line with the destruction of their capital.” Prazutis said to Vornskr.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: The Free Lady (Kay's ship)
Enemies: [member="Julian Viles Priest"]
Allies: None
Side: GR
Duel: Private


Kay was growing accustomed to her ship. Captain Terrac had taught her a few things on how to handle it if ever she needed to help fly it. But they had also taken on a crew member to be the real co-pilot. [member="Julian Viles Priest"] had proven himself to be good at his job. He was young and liked to hide behind his helmet. But maybe, given Kay's reputation for getting into trouble, he was just being cautious.

Kay headed over to Julian's quarters on the Free Lady and knocked. "Jett? Captain Terrac isn't feeling well, so I've ordered him to stay in bed. We're heading to Mustafar, so could I get you to come pilot the Free Lady for me? I'll be your co-pilot of need be, though I'm sure we'll not run into any trouble."

 

[Veronika Nova]

PUBLIC SANDBOX AREA - anyone can join!!!!


Scenario Name: Scientific Research Outpost

Category: Duel area

Description:

This is set as a scientific research station on the razed Togorian landscape. There are several ruins, but notable green growth starting to form. There is a scientific outpost that has a laboratory built to carefully monitor reconstruction efforts and adaptive fauna for colonization. There are you standard generators, rugged mountains to the east and various open spaces. There are civilian scientists, researchers, and a few Togarian locals.

Map: No Map, just pictures. Have fun!

[member="Iestyn Nova"], my life mate will be there with the backstory of being part of the research team for the adaptive fauna for colonization of Togoria.

Spoiler: Images of the area

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Location: Research Facility Camp
Objective: Red Day frustrations, Protect mate, try not to tear someone's head off.

Veronika could be aloof and calm. She could succinctly lead a question and answer session in a hall of professors without being provoked. Well, unless it the speaker asking the question was her lifemate. They were prone at going at it in the past, enough to make the entire scientific community groan at their antics.

Those times had come and gone. They were lifemates now, and like typical Lovalla, were rather public about their displays of affection. Save for one day every quarter. That particular day was today, and her frustration was brightly painted upon the vibrant crimson strips and the glowing citrine of her mottled spots.


Through their bond, a medley of growing frustration for a broad spectrum of reasons would swell like a wave. It didn't help that all of their senses were hypersensitized; it made it worse.

"...A Sith fleet dropped into orbit?" her tone was flat, but her ire was evident in the flash of her eyes. Such a stark color against the deepening crimson of her skin. As a Varnesh, her chromatic display was far more brilliant than any of the other two subspecies. With her skin now becoming as rich as that of Corseca Gems, Veronika was a sight to behold.

"Now? Of all days? Here?" She rose to her knees, hair and curves swaying as she would blink up at her lifemate with a sort of dazed aghast. That didn't make any sense. Why Togoria? They had razed it to the ground last time, which was the very reason why she and Iesytn were here. It had been the capstone of postgraduate project, to finally be able to place into tangible motion her research.

Nibbling her lower lip, Veronikas' mind would race. She knew that they had to prepare. Had to move and --

"Ten minutes?"

It was said with a rather almost pathetic hopeful tone. One she knew the answer to already, but her biology demanded she ask.

 

[Alyona Volkovna (Алёна)]

Location: Togorian Wilderness
Duel: Private
Allies: Galactic Republic
Enemies: One Sith, [member=Xavka Duquo]
Gear:
Luke Skywalker's Lightsaber
Utility Belt:
NN-14 Blaster Pistol
Grenades::>3 x Thermal Detonator; 3 x Flash-bomb
Miscellaneous::>Scanner; Datapad w/ Holoprojector; Comlink; Fibercord w/ Grappling Hook; Rebreather;

Alyona arrived on Togoria in one of the only ways off-worlders were allowed: She crashed; into the dense, rolling forests of the planet's wilderness, far from any civilized outpost or settlement. She found herself hanging from the ceiling by the grace of her crash-webbing, the escape pod had rolled just so before striking the ground. Alyona groaned, taking a moment to assess her mind and memory before the rest of her. The fighting had begun in the skies above Togoria before Alyona's vessel had even arrived. The frigate that had carried her from the Jedi Enclave on Yutan had been shot down almost immediately upon arrival, the victim of an unfortunate crossfire betwixt opposing sides. She remembered the frenzied flight of the crew, few were able to make it to escape pods before the bridge of the vessel had been destroyed and the superstructure breached. Alyona had been fortunate enough to have just been leaving her quarters in preparation for arrival, placing her nearby the escape pod bank.

Alyona gathered her thoughts as she assessed her body. No breaks, no pain, no blood...just some soreness. Alyona noted, stretching her neck carefully and feeling it pop. Much better...she thought as she looked around the interior of the pod. Two other Republic crewpersons had made it into the pod with her; but neither had managed to properly assemble their crash-webbing in time. Alyona allowed herself to feel sorrow for them as she absentmindedly sought out the clasps for her own restraints with her fingertips. She looked down at the opposite wall of the escape pod, her 'floor', and released herself. She fell swiftly but landed on the balls of her feet and palms of her hands, returning herself to standing immediately and assessing the state of her equipment. I've still got everything, good. She noted, before respectfully tending to the remains of the dead crewpersons. She oriented them side by side along the bottom of the pod, then covered them in an emergency blanket. Alyona looked around for anything of use; she found an old, NN-14 blaster pistol stashed away within a rations tin underneath one of the pod's seat compartments. "Curious," Alyona muttered to herself, wondering for what purpose the weapon had been stashed. Hefting the blaster in one hand as she inspected it. It was heavy, and boasted a mid-range, 3.5x power optic mounted in place of the original sights. A small, leather strap was secured to the base of the grip, and the weapon had been stained red. Also in the tin, Alyona found a pair of power packs for the weapon. She stowed those an extra pouch on her utility belt, then holstered the pistol in the calf of her boot. As Alyona reached the pod's hatch, she activated the Republic-encoded emergency beacon, then opened the hatch and stepped outside.

The wilderness was expansive, and reminded Alyona of her homeworld of Eshan. She stood on the slope of a wide valley, surrounded by the remains of an old wood of predominantly coniferous trees. The older firs were charred and crumbling, scant remnants of their former growth and glory. A firestorm must have torn through here, Alyona assumed as she gazed around. What she knew of ecology reminded her to check the undergrowth, and as she did so she asserted the fires must have occurred sometime in the previous three years. The undergrowth had returned; shrubbery and saplings filled the gaps the old wood had left behind.
The forest continued all around as far as the eye could see, with clumps of deciduous flora interspersed here and there. The hill into which the escape pod had crashed continued upward to the South and downward to the North. Looking South, the slope continued its rise and blocked any view of the landscape beyond. Steep, rocky ledges rose on either side as well, blocking the view to the East and West.
Alyona turned her gaze Northward, observing the terrain continue its descent before leveling out and funneling between a series of steep cliffs and hills that rose on either side. Low-hanging clouds and a distant fog that not yet been burned away by the sun prevented her from seeing much further, though Alyona could see the life of the wood returning the further into the canyon her gaze drifted. Fire must have been defeated before burning through the canyon...Alyona thought to herself, wondering what had caused the burning. The distant bluffs seemed to be Alyona's best chance of finding civilization; the terrain would provide natural protection to settlers and tribes, and there were clear water sources as Alyona spotted falls pouring from several of the cliff's sharp walls that had fueled a thriving wood along its banks.
"First task: Reach elevation, and gather data about your surroundings." Alyona reminded herself as she began her trek down the slope and through the forest. She drew the portable scanner from a pouch on her belt and flicked it on; it noted no significant biological presence beyond those of the lesser tiers of the Kingdom. Returning the scanner to her belt, Alyona took her datapad in hand, plugging her commlink into it and scanning for available ground-based or orbital communication networks. She found nothing at the moment, but hoped that upon reaching the high elevation of the bluffs she might have better luck.
"Patience, Voxyn," Alyona told herself as she continued her walk. The morning sky was bright and clear, though an expanse of dark storm clouds drifted to the West; it was unclear if they would pass over the valley. A chill clung to the air, and the undergrowth of the forest remained wet with morning dew. Birds chirped and small critters skittered; Alyona focused her hearing acutely enough to drown out such distractions after a while. She focused on meditation as she walked, becoming an underlying current in the Force and joining the environment much as the undergrowth joins the wood. Her consciousness drifted as a passive presence in the Force, merely observing and appreciating the life of the planet around her.

 

[Iestyn Nova]

[member="Veronika Nova"]
Location: Research Facility Camp
Objective: Leave room, protect research samples and mate.

Iestyn looked to the window, imagining a wing of TIE fighters soaring over those hills in formation. He looked back to Veronika, saw her almost pathetic, pleading expression. He forgot about TIE fighters. Lovalla were more beholden to their empathic link and chemistry than most.

Just one curt nod and his heart was hammering in his chest as he took a firm grip and manoeuvred her where he wanted her.

Human eyes detected colour in three bands: red, blue and green. Lovalla had seventeen. They were far more sensitive to subtle nuances of colour. A human might see just green, where a Lovalla saw a vibrant pattern of shades of green. Her colouring, the bright patterns his firm touch brought to the surface was the most bewitching thing he'd ever laid eyes on. She was definitely the settler as far as he was concerned.

The comm unit started bleeping again. Iestyn screwed his eyes tight shut. He drew in a long, slow breath. He held it for a moment, jaw quivering and then let it out.

One foot touched to cold floor, bringing a grunt of frustration as he stepped down off the bed.

"Pick up. Iestyn here."

"So sorry, very sorry..."

"Ellis?"

"An update, they expect the Sith to be landing ships soon."

Iestyn swore several more times in both is native tongue and galactic basic before he realised to comm was still open.

"Sorry!" Ellis replied, shutting off the comms. More than any of the others, their senior postdoc knew what these days meant for reaffirming the lifelong bonds of a Lovalla.

"We should get a move on," Iestyn almost growled.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Command Bunker on planet
Duel: Private
Allies:
The Republic (surprised here to)
[member="Elaine Thul"]
Enemies:
The Sith (Not surprised)
[member="Darth Vornskr"]
[member="Darth Prazutis"]

Gear:
Aedan's Beskar'gam
Standard Silver bladed saber
Standard silver bladed shoto
Saber Staff blue bladed
Monroe-Horak multi-purpose Rifle

Aedan Miles looked up as one of his clan members jogged in informing him of where a command and control center was being set up by the Sith. Sighing Aedan realized it would be his job to deal with it shrugging he grabbed the helmet of his Beskar'gam and check his lightsabers before calmly walking out of the command bunker. Taking in a few deep slow breaths he mentally imagined a bubble around himself sealing in his force presence as he moved forward calmly. Opening his eyes he maintained the bubble and started to move swiftly away from both command centers deciding to draw away any force users that may be there with a simple trick. Coming to an open space equal distances from both he released the bubble and let the force flow through and from him the mix of dark and light side that flowed through and away from him would hopefully make any Sith curious. Sighing Aedan sat down cross legged to wait his violet eyes closed as he meditated and rested any up coming fight would take a lot out of him as most fights did. As he sat he unconsciously checked to make sure the rifle that he had acquired from the Clan Willamina was still in place on his back never hurt to carry a gun around with you he had learned once.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Location: Downtown in a Togorian city to be named later.
Objective: Have a dance party, preferably on a Sith's spine.
Enemies: Dark and Ominous edgelords who need to lighten up.
Allies: Republican Templars who need to get laid.
Gear: Six Sticks of Detonite, A gourd to liven up the knight, some wine to fill it, and some hidden hands to kill it.
Request from: [member="Jynx"]



--A holonet station--


"Hey kids, welcome to QROR, this sectors hippest holochannel for temepstuous tunes and titanic trebles. I'm you're host, Hrovv Nital. Now, before we start our show tonight, I want to pas on some news, Sith Forces have been spotted in the vicinity. Civilian forces are encourage to retreat to safety zones and shelters, while my fellow warriors and soldiers are encouraged to arm up and get ready. These mother-fethers don't mess around. Now, as for me, I'll broadcast through hell or high water. Our first request is from an anonymous person to the Sith invaders. 'Time to walk, time rock--a soldier with no name.' Well, that's how it goes--" The holojockey concluded as he put the recording to 'spin.'




--Meanwhile, In Vorhi land--





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Yeah, yeah,

Youth, the prize I've always somewhat forsaken
Instead you have to see all the moves I've taken
While you try and analyze, my mystical form
I'll drink alongside side you and keep your lovers warm,
While I think you understand my fist is pure rhythm
I wait for a challenge to see what lies within
I've taken speciesist crap for too long from all you one Sith,
So this old blind monk grabbed a drink to beat you all down with,
Brought my demolitions so I could make trouble for it,
Brought a datapad so I could charge ya Double for it
According to the Sith who never let me rest
My Banthas worked harder and were also better dressed,
But they don't know, they got got it too bad,
Because in truth love's the best wealth a man could have,
So maybe I'll find a new disciple in this Sith-show,
Pour some wild juice in my wine and now I have to say let's go!





And now for the bridge of tune which exists without equal,
A voice in masterful tone, crafted without equal,
The Togorian dead raised in a thoughtful chorus,
Crying vengeance for prior incursions, to loud to ignore it:



"First generation, master of the hidden fist,
Thinks the likes of [member="Darth Vornskr"] could be repelled with this,
A song and music routine which seems even dumber
While we need to unify to strengthen our falling numbers!
You can't swing a dead cat, cause we don't dance,
But when we sing you best listen to our ghoulish advance,
Who needs npc's when ya gotta ghost army,
Bitter like mint tea and wildly alarming,
We will hear all of the demands of the blind prophet from the woods,
Because our cries for vengeance were heard and you aim to do good,
Colonized twice by Sith our cities burned to the ground,
We'll bury him under his statue here for the third round,
Trap myself inside a rhyme to rebuild our home,
But I'd never truly forgive myself if we failed by going alone.
Republic forces to the left, Togorians to the right,
Oracle, Drink your bitter cup and make it sink in tonight."




As the dead spirits of the tigers of Togoria rised to greet him,
The blind monk on the streets smiled, prepared to meet him,
His wordplay not to be beaten, even by a dead army,
The convictions flowed through him at a rate so alarming
So he smiled tipped his straw hat and did his best to look charming:



"In your youth, trained to hunt and fight for whats yours,
Now we will use that power to empower what it's for,
The spirits who protect their own will be greatly rewarded,
I will help you all find peace after this war is sorted,
I'm a drunkard, a thief, an oracle a liar,
But rise as tell you this damn worlds on fire,
I forsee the comign darkness, and in it's grandest starkness,
I will shatter these Sith for the sake of your Hearts--YES!
So Spirits, fall into my gourd so that I may imbibe your power,
And I will draw strength from it in my darkest hour!"


Raising his fist and lifting the gourd
While the spirits of fallen Togorian lords
Assented, assembled to redraw their fates
While you wondered exactly how you got here late,
I stole all the formatting, needed more rhymes,
So the song is explaining only portions of crimes,
But he who woudl drink from a ghosts well of power
May spend a few days to survive the hours
Is it a gamble or is it a bluff
To fill a gourd with ghosts and enlighten the stuff,
Ritual witchcraft that's now at it's finest,
A ghastly nightmare of vengeful diviners
The oracle's blind, driven by drunken rage
The fist held aloft is brought down by the sage!


(OOC: While I use every part of the song to make this, I added in extra bridges to pad out and fully explain the ritual. Please PM me if I'm not making any sense.)

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Approaching PVP distract
Objective: Stomp Sith out in style.
Gear: Armor, Hush, wrist guns x2 Machine gun
Allies: Republic [member="Keira Ticon"]
Enemies: OS [member="Haytham Kaze"]

Miss Blonde was any other mercenary today that was coming in with a certain member of the crusaders. That certain person would be her BFF [member="Keira Ticon"] who was here to support the Republic, and since Miss Blonde had nothing better to do she decided it was a good idea to come along and make sure her assets in the Republic were protected and kept secure. Looking down at Keira for the first time Miss Blonde stood six foot four and was decked to the nine with weapons of various levels of destruction.

"So this is what it looks like to be tall." Miss Blonde said with a smile on her face beneath the helmet that modified her voice.

On her side the blade known as Hush emitted a lightside aura that filled the cabin of the ship with feelings of love and hope, faith and light. It made her see clearly and focus her mind with the low aura force light. She felt good, she felt at peace, like no matter what everything was going to be ok at the end of the day.

The cabin of the drop ship shook as they broke atmosphere and Miss Blonde knew that she had to get the sword away from Keira before she started to feel emotions like happiness and tranquility, and that was a person that Patricia did not want to meet. Keira with a smile and maybe an upbeat attitude, these were things that simply didn't exist in the land of Keira Town.

"Twenty seconds. Let's go kick some ass."

 

[Elaine Thul]

Location: On the Ground waiting the oncoming storm
Allies: [member="Aedan Miles"] and the republic
Enemy: [member="Darth Vornskr"], @darth prazuutis, The One Sith Empire who has cooties
Gear: Light saber, H.T.E. Dueling Armour.

Elaine was with her troops, they where gearing themselves up to protect this world from the oncoming sith storm. She was dressed in dueling armour, the phrikweave was purple in colour, and her banner was on display. This was to show even with the recent political up problems, she and her people still wanted to stand with the republic, question was would the republic stand with them. She stood looking out at as the wind picked up, wondering if this would be her last day, or a day glory for her house. She had some of her commander near by, they were discussing what to do. Then she saw the black guard of the infamous Darth Vornskr, her task was clear he had to be stopped. Artillery pound his position, but to no effect he was guard by shields. Her forces would have to move in for the kill.

The sound of war was upon them.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: Enroute to LZ (wherever that is)
Allies: Likely No One.
Enemies: [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Keira Ticon"]
Gear: Three lightsabres, disruptor pistol.

Haytham sat in the dropship as the One Sith stormtroopers stood about him. It had only been recently that the former Padawan had joined the ranks of the One Sith. Today was the day that he would face off against those that he had fought with. Exciting enough he supposed. "Wonder if I'll see someone I know," he said aloud, exhaling an almost irritated sigh as he heard the landing gear extended and the ramp open up a handful of metres away from him.

Slowly rising from the seat, stormtroopers standing filed out of the dropship, while stormtroopers who had no place got up and filed out a few seconds after. Whatever procedure or training there was to that, Haytham saw it pointless. All they really needed to learn was how to shoot and who to shoot at he figured.

"Hmph." He rose to his feet. Maybe discipline was important too he supposed as he strode down the ramp just as it was lifting up into the air and he scratched the back of his head. His immediate thought was of [member="Joza Perl"] as he realized that this was truly happening, that he was truly going to fight those that he had once fought alongside with. He was no hero to the Republic, but he had saved Republic lives in his time.

The dropship was gone and he looked about after dropping his arm to his side.

Time to get killed I guess.

 

[Keira Priest]

Music
Location: En route to the surface
Objective: Prepare
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: [member="Isley Verd"], One Sith
Gear: In signature

Once Keira had discovered she was pregnant she had sworn off war for good. There was to be no more fighting or death by her own hand in order to ultimately keep her children safe. Of course, that had only lasted until a few months after the twins were born. Conflict waited for nobody, and her position had left her little room to simply sit out of the fight. It so happened that sometimes it was necessary for her to take life in order to preserve those of the ones she loved, an ideal that hadn't taken much growing into. Certainly, she would have much rather avoided war in the long run, but it had been so seamlessly woven into the fabric of her life from the very beginning that she found it nearly impossible to leave behind completely.

Now she was en route to yet another battlefield, having lost count a few years ago as to just how many she had set foot on. All she knew was that this was somewhere in the double digits, and that she didn't feel quite as invincible as she had the last time the war drums beat this loudly. Unlike those numerous other clashes she knew now the hard limits of her own mortality, and what lines would always be in place, no matter what she did to erase them completely. That didn't, of course, mean she would necessarily abide by them. Strength had always come from the surpassing of those barriers, and she tended to ignore the risks imposed on herself from breaking them in the first place. Worrying about her own safety rarely got her anywhere.

The only thing to break her from that impromptu vigil of preparation for what lay ahead was the voice of [member="Miss Blonde"], an old friend. Flashing a smile, she shook her head. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall." Her voice wasn't quite as modulated, but there was an inorganic edge to it nonetheless. This was the first time in a long time the two had gone into any sort of battle together, though they would more like than not separate once they made landfall. She had never been one for fighting in tandem with another, and this was no different. "Sure you'll be able to move properly in that beskar'gam? You're a bit short on the uptake, last I checked." Her smile wasn't visible due to her helmet, but it was audible in the tone of her voice.

With some kind of brief annoyance she noted the presence of the sword at the side of her temporary companion, the aura it radiated providing nothing more than an irritant. It wasn't as if she was exactly focused and centered on happy thoughts when she was once again readying herself to take life. "I'd appreciate it if you kept that blade well away in the future. It's bad enough that we're sharing this battlefield with the Jedi." Fortunately she found the Sith to be the greater enemy. When the twenty second warning came she flexed the fingers of her left hand. "You say that as if it's not a given."

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: Caross, capital of Togoria
Enemies: [member="Ryiah Tenriem"]
Allies: Galactic Republic
Side: ^
Duel: Public
Equipment: Ella Nova's Armour, Ella Nova's Lightsaber

[OOC: For future reference, I have the above links in my sig. First and last time I'll be referencing them 'cuz hyperlinking stuff be frustratin'.]

Jedi Knight Ella Nova stood once more in the middle of another battle. Caross, capital city of Togoria, was her chosen locale. It made sense that it would be the target for attack. After all, if the One Sith were to claim Caross as their own, then it stood to reason that the rest of the planet would fall beneath their war machine as well. Many battles were won when capitals were taken. People begun to realize that if such a great city, such as Caross, could fall beneath the might of their invaders, then what hope did the other cities, towns and by extension, the Togorians themselves, stand any chance of denying the One Sith and what they saw as theirs? It was a rhetorical question, based on the answer that was already known.

But Ella didn't deal in false assumptions. She lived in the moment. Right now, Caross and the rest of the planet was under attack. She could reason what could happen if the capital fell, but such a pessimistic attitude wasn't aligned to her mandate as a Knight of the Republic, and subsequently, she decided to place all her focus on stopping the attack right now, rather than trying to summarize and deal with consequences that could happen if the battle was loss.

She knew that such a pessimistic attitude was vibrant among the Republic military. In particular, Ella had encountered the attitude in it's vibrancy among the Senators that represented worlds, such as Togoria, in the most ancient and historic pillars of democracy in galactic memory. Such defeatism couldn't be allowed to continue. The Republic could not fall. The Battle of Togoria had to be won.

Hooded, the Jedi Knight had chosen her stand in the middle of a town square. It was the site of another battle, once waged between the Sith Empire of the 830s and the Army of Light, a Jedi led rebellion commissioned to take the fight right to the Sith when the Togoria system was under the banner of the Empire. The Jedi had won that day, with most of the fighting done in this very square. It seemed a good omen and the Force always rewarded the good. So Ella waited, for the first Sith that she came across and with all the righteousness of the Republic, she would make them fall.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: PVP district
Objective: Stomp Sith out in style.
Gear: Armor, Hush, wrist guns x2 Machine gun
Allies: Republic
Enemies: OS [member="Haytham Kaze"]

"Yeah I'll be ok, I strapped some paint cans to my feet and used a shoelace to tie them on." Miss Blonde said in a very sarcastic voice.

They were about to jump right into the clash head first and power through whatever lay ahead of them, and luckily she was able to get some stabilizers for her feet otherwise Keira was right she'd have real trouble moving around in this damn chunk of armor. But her movements today would be graceful, well as graceful as one could be wearing beskar power armor. And to think all she had to do was steal Mandalore the Ultimate's armor to get her hands on it. But as the drop ship landed Miss Blonde looked over to her long time friend and put a large armored hand over her shoulder and gave it a small squeeze.

"Be safe." The door then opened and Miss Blonde grabbed the machine gun stabilized on a traversing arm attached to her armor as she walked down the ramp.

"See you on the other side." And like that she was gone.

Traveling down one of the roads of the block they were in the woman let her HUD highlight movement and track targets for the gun that was on her side. But one thing caught her eye and that was a One Sith drop ship around the corner leaving after depositing a fair amount of stormtroopers or Sith troopers whatever they liked to call themselves really. Didn't matter they all died the same.

"First catch of the day." Blonde said to herself as she rounded the corner.

The HUD started to paint and mark enemy targets and where they were on the streets mapping what she could visually onto a small mini map on her side. The woman rather liked this and could probably stand to give its creator a little less crap. But the time for praise was over and it was time for murder. The woman gripped the medium machine gun in the forward and back positions and then squeezed the handle.

Coupled with the power armor and the stabilizing arm the machine gun was as accurate as it was deadly and an entire squad of stormtroopers in front of a young Sith acolyte was gunned down in a spray of gore and explosive bullets that riddled their bodies to pieces, and he'd be next if he didn't duck due the spray of automatic fire putting him in the line of fire right after random Sith trooper number 7883 had his face blown out the back of their head.

"COME AND GET SOME!!" the woman yelled as the machine gun caused troopers to scatter for cover.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: En route to planet
Objective: Win
Allies: One Sith and [member="Jacen Cavill"]
Enemies: Republic
Duel: Public
Gear:

• Beskar'gam w/jetpack and poncho
• Orar'bev
• Two WESTAR 34s
• Fett-Kal Knife
• Two anti-force user flashbang (2)
• Two anti-force user frag grenade (2)

There was still a storm within the Field Marshal that couldn't be calmed down at all. The only way his anger could be no more was either the Republic was nothing more than a bug squashed by his boot, some Fore User did some magic into taking away his anger and hatred for the Galactic Republic, or him dying by whatever means of method. He felt that justice wasn't fully served and could only be achieved by destroying the entire content of the Republic. The Clans had a ceasefire with the foreign government, in which he respected and acknowledged, but that didn't stop him from doing mercenary work for the One Sith and other factions that sought for the downfall of the Republic. Not only was he being paid for his services, but he was also getting sweet justice and vengeance on the thing he now hated the most.

Aboard a One Sith dropship Vilaz was clad in his beskar'gam, armed to the teeth with his his crossbow, two WESTAR 34 pistols, an alchemized knife made by the renowned alchemist, Rave Merill, and four anti-force user grenades of different classes. He was ready and more than ready to lay vengeance into the heads and hearts of the Republic troopers and Jedi Knights. It would not be difficult for him or his allies to slay the pest that they both wanted to destroy. In fact, the Mandalorian was surprised on seeing the Galactic Republic survive this long; however, the Warrior would see that the Republic be nothing but ashes that lingered in the void of the Galaxy.

Upon landing on the terrain of Togoria he was the first to exit out and the soldiers followed him out. They weren't under his command, per say, nor did he cared if they were since they weren't imposing as he was to most eyes in the Galaxy. But he didn't dissuade them from following him as they could be resourceful to him. The Mandalorian could see from his helmet of how the One Sith was terrorizing the planes of Togoria. Showed how zealous the soldiers were due to their Sith and Imperial leaders alike commanding them to execute their will. Was Vilaz zealous? Not at all, he didn't bother to harm the innocent but he would terminate any Republic soldier within his sight. Perhaps if he were alive during the times of Mandalore the Ultimate and Mandalore the Indomitable he would share their literal warmongering views and burn down any village that was a target to Mandalore. But times have changed for the Mandalorians and reformed their views on war and such. They didn't grow a soft spot, but they all share the common thought of killing innocents in a battlefield had no no honor whatsoever; however, if a civilian were to act in a hostile way, then Vilaz would put him down in a lethal matter.

The Mandalorian stalked the plains of Togoria in hopes of finding opposition in which he could slay out of anger and vengeance.