Operation 'Hammer' [Sith Enslavement of Togorian Species]

[Tathra Khaeus]

Above all else, Meta had self control. Adrenaline filled his body as all motion was slowed down by the force. Leaning back and bringing his body into a skidding format, he narrowly missed the edge of her blade with his torso, his right foot now aimed high, instead of his elbow. Her foot would now hit her stomach straight on. Meta impressed himself with his reflexes. His blade knocking her arm and blade aside with superior strength. His foot was less than a second away, and considering it was nearly the size of her stomach, he was sure it would cause some damage.


@[member="Kathryn Dae"]

 

[Logan]

Residential Sector, Togoria
Baldr-class Gunships en route
((OOC: Please disregard any of my earlier posts near the beginning of this thread. I'd also like for players to include location stamps in their posts. Thanks!))

The buzzing of the squadron of gunships rattled Jed's teeth as they rocketed down through the thick atmosphere of the planet. Colonel Bagely cleared his throat, furrowing his brows as soot began to fill the air as Anti-Air flak bursts began to explode all around them. How the Sith and their underlings erected AA defenses so fast Jed would never know. The 117th Battalion was en route to evacuate even more citizens and tactically extract allied personnel if needed. Several of the gunships in the middle of the formation carried medical supplies and extra weaponry, most of it being defensive postured like E-Web cannons and some mobile anti-aircraft emplacements. The majority of the ships, however, carried elite infantry soldiers from the 11th Battalion serving directly with the Army of Light.

The flak began to intensify, the shrapnel and fragments peppering through the air and diminishing the shielding of the lead few gunships. The 117th was coming in hot, and then it began to crumble. The wingman gunship of Jed's took a direct impact hit, the armament stored in the thing exploding throughout the fuselage and ripping the thing apart in midair. The Colonel gritted his teeth together, growling beneath the hum of the engines and blasterfire ricocheting through the air.

And at last, they began to land. Jed' was the first one down, equipped with the quick response commando team that immediately secured a landing zone and began to dig in for the moment. More and more transports began to drop down, but Jed quickly noticed that the rear elements of the squadron were potmarked, many had sustained injuries and more than a handful of them had been lost. Colonel Bagely swallowed, hoisting his rifle up and exiting his own gunship. "Alright ladies, get me a CP made here, stat! I want infantry and heavy elements to begin sweeping the cities, use the buildings and terrain for cover and put civilian evacs to top priority. Gunships will be flying in and out for medevac runs." What else was he forgetting...? "Oh! And set up some AA positions around here, don't need any Sith fething up our party!"

"Move out!"

 

[Kathryn Dae]

@Meta

His foot slammed her back into the wall, and for a moment she was dazed. She had underestimated the athleticism of her foe, but it wasn't something she would allow to happen again. She brought her blade arm back around, and with a powerful one handed sweep, she slashed at his torso... yet she had learned quickly from her foe that the force was as useful as her lightsaber in this situation, and with a pulling motion from her right hand, she used the force to pull him directly into the path of her lightsabers deadly arc.

The technique was something she she had seen the aporentices use on Korriban to somewhat deadly efdect - little did she know, however, that it was a technique from form VI, known as draw closer.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

The Sith had seemed to forget about Meta's Lightsaber. He was pulled to the side with the force, but Meta deflected the her blade and used his position to his advantage, wrapping his legs around the Sith. He tensed and pulled her down with his legs. Keeping her blade back with his own. Meta remained silent and focused throughout the battle twisting his body, to pull down the Sith with more momentum.

@[member="Kathryn Dae"]

 

[Kathryn Dae]

@Meta

She fell with him to the floor, putting a struggle all the way - It had not been her plan to wind up this way, yet a devious plan had formed in her mind. Focusing all her physical efforts into the hand holding her lightsaber, she twisted her body in such a way that Meta's free hand would be pinned against his own body, unable to move without it being ripped asunder by his own blade.

It was then that she let go of her own blade with one of her hands. In a blinding flash she summoned her personal lightsaber off her belt with the force, and while her foe struggled with wrestling her to the floor, she pressed the blade emitter of the lightsaber into the side of his body, where any armour he wore would be at its thinnest, and promptly thumbed the ignition switch.

Snap-Hiss.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Dropping his own Lightsaber in a moment of panic, his now free left hand grasped the hilt of her blade, her thumb just seconds away from igniting the blade. He grasped the hilt after her thumb touched it, just in time redirecting the blade a few inches away, the blade scorched his chest piece. Pulling her arm with superior strength, he let go of her with his legs and threw her aside, still holding onto the blade, he took his now free hand and picked up his own blade, ignited it and brought it across the ground cutting through the now discarded red blade she had stolen earlier. He brought his blade around to her neck, twisting his left arm around hers and the blade so that it was directed in a completely harmless direction. She was locked down under him, he twisted her arm as tightly as possible, likely to break the bones in her wrist, he put his blade to her throat. He kept his eye on her free arm, the green blade illuminating the features of her face.

@[member="Kathryn Dae"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Vulpesen"] | @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] |

Indeed, Djem So was a powerful Lightsaber technique. But it was designed to be utilized as a counter attacking form, by forcing your enemy to waste their energy whilst expending little of your own. Djem So even allowed the user to deflect the attacks of their target back on them. It is said that when a Djem So specialist enters their rhythm, they are about to literally steam roll their enemy into the ground, by grinding them under relentless attacks. It is then obvious why a Mandalorian-Jedi would utilize Djem So as their preferred Lightsaber form.

It was also fair for Tracyn Ordo to assume that Vilox Pazela, or Darth Vazela as the Jedi Knight would know him as due to the facade he had created around himself, that the Lord of the Sith wouldn't be ready for his sudden and swift attack. But then the Dark Jedi Master had been on the defense from the moment he had encountered Vulpesen, allowing the latter to enter his own rhythm of attack so that he may observe, study and analyze his battle techniques, so as to come up with a solution: his death.

Lifting his free hand before him, he waved them forward to the dirt and rocks, his perception clear and his analysis crystal of what Vulpesen was going to do next. "He is also testing me. He does not want to commit himself to an offense." With the wave of his hand, the force extended into the rocks and dirt. Simply, they were redirected with the motion of his hand to the side. He lowered his hand, his Force Sense still up and running. It was how he had been able to counter act Vulpesen's test with such accuracy and speed in a relative short time. Such reactions wouldn't have been possible unless one had expected it in the first place; and so his Force Sense had allowed him to expect such an attack.

It was also how Vilox Pazela averted his eyes straight away the moment his hand fell to his side, to the incoming Tracyn Ordo. Their eyes met for a moment. "This would kill me if I didn't avoid this hit." He knew that he would have died had Tracyn landed that blow. All of his work, all of his aspirations, undone in a fist fight with a couple of Jedi, over a world that was insignificant in the grand scheme of things. He was almost disappointed with himself. Within inches of meeting it's target, the Falling Avalanche maneuver deployed by Tracyn Ordo missed as the man simply took a few steps backwards. Three steps to be precise to avoid the blow itself and another four to place a yard between himself and Tracyn when he landed.

He knew that this particular Jedi would counter attack straight away. Ruthless was a word for it. Thus, Vilox Pazela, forever the cautious tactician that he was, raised a Force Barrier before him to stop said counter attack from landing on its target. As the invisible wall of force energy surrounded him, he lifted his free hand that had only waved away Vulpesen's attack moments ago to his forehead. He felt blood and a cut there. "A rock, perhaps a piece of the pavement must have cut me from the concussive force of the Jedi's attack. The power behind it was so that it had created a mini crater. To win this duel, I will have to deploy one of the ancient techniques that I know of. But the build up force energy necessary to deploy such a move on two Jedi would take time; and at least one of these men are close quarter duelists. Why else a Djem So technique?"

He leaned his head to the left, his thoughts remaining to himself for now. His yellow, predatory eyes watched Tracyn Ordo. "I do not think you are my size, Jedi," he said coolly.

 

[Vulpesen]

Move! Don't stop moving! A soldier who moves, his valor he proves. The mantra moved through Vulpesen's head as he darted forward, using the force to augment his speed as he dashed towards his foe. He who stands still, is a target to kill! As he neared @[member="Vilox Pazela"], Vulpesen sprung up, using a quick cartwheel to bring his saberstaff down on Vazela from the side, using the follow through to create a second slash with the rear end. He kept his senses around him throughout the attack. He might have been using an agresssion weapon but the idea of Makashi precision was still embedded into his mind, and thus he would keep the option to pivot should the sith attempt to sidestep his attack.

He hoped that @[member="Tracyn Ordo"]'s attack had given enough of a distraction to give the younger knight's quick attack enough time to take the sith by some measure of surprise. Between keeping up a force wall, having concentration shattered by a second threat, and needing to keep track of the second threat who was seemingly much stronger than the first, the odds of distraction were in Vulpesen's favor.

 

[Alan]

"Eat it, Vazela."​

​

Tracyn gave Vazela no quarter, no practical time to even breathe. As soon as he erected the barrier, Tracyn went up to it, and with one hand, roared his mighty fist back. The fist launched back slowly (for Tracyn, at least, he was still a blur of movement, due to his Teras Kasi and force amplification of practically every sense), and then came down towards the barrier. The fist, that had just put a dent in Ultrachrome armor and sent the monstrous Krag back into a crater, was now coming for a barrier designed to withstand a blow from a lightsaber. All of Tracyn's hand to hand training made him, a very, very, very nasty opponent to deal with head-on, especially to a frailer, weaker Vazela. No matter how well versed you were in the force and it's applications, weak constitutions and weaker bodies and even weaker fighting skills meant that, eventually, you were going to die at the hands of someone who could use them. Tracyn was the polar opposite of Vazela, his force applications focused on pure power and destruction.

With one hand smashing the barrier, Tracyn used a single, powerful hand to use his lightsaber like a sledgehammer again, this time coming in a horizontal, very powerful slice to Vazela's body. It wasn't close enough to Vulp for Vazela to use against him, and Tracyn swung it in such a manner that he could bring it back in the same direction, by curling his hand around his chest and swinging it that way. Between the two attackers, Vazela was sure in for a nasty, nasty day.

@[member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Building, high up in Togoria's Residential/Business sector
Sniping/Advising

Preliat glanced through his scope, a collection of shells around his current position. The problem with most troops is that they weren't taught counter-sniping techniques against slug throwers, due to the sheer amount of blasters used. Which, gave Preliat a rather distinct advantage, currently. He was popping, and dropping Stormtroopers. He was limited by his supply ammo, but not entirely limited mind you. He liked to come prepared. He had about four or five clips with about ten rounds each, not as much as he would like, but it was enough. He was targeting specialty troops and officers. The Empire liked to wear flashy colors in the field, for some reason.

Contrary to popular belief, games, and movies, headshots were not something a sniper went for. A smarter, and more talented sniper than Preliat could figure out how to punch headshots like clockwork, but Preliat simply went for center mass, upper body. It was where all the goodies were in humans and humanoids and near-humans anyway. Heart, lungs, spines, livers, kidneys, all that. One little area. Preliat dropped a field officer, and then set his sights on a heavy gunner, setting up a machine gun nest. A quick shot dropped the gunner, and Preliat glanced over to the Baldr gunships dropping in, and smiled. He spoke into the AOL comms through his helmet, his distinctive Ordo accent marking him immediatelyas the AOL's resident Mandalorian.


"Preliat Mantis, reporting for duty, Colonel. Tell me who needs to be dropped, I've got a good viewpoint from up here. Looks like the Empire are trying to minimize civilian casualties, they want these people somethin' awful."

@[member="Jedediah Bagely"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

whoopsies, double posties

 

[Atlas Kane]

Togoria
Gunship LZ

Spoiler

Same thing here, just diregard my post near the beginning of the thread.

After the rough ride to the planet the Padawan was happy to have solid ground underneath his feet. He had been looking forward to this fight, it would be a great opportunity to make some friends in the Army of Light and at the same time train his skills with the Lightsaber. This was the second time he was witnessing an enslavement of a planet, the first time being on his home planet. This time however he would do everything he could to stop the slaver scum from and he would do everything to achieve that goal.

He had arrived with @[member="Jedediah Bagely"] and planned to help him and his troops in completing their objectives. It would be good to have some people who had his back and he was glad that he could help them in return. ''Colonel, what are my orders?'' He said once he had catched up with Jed. No matter what his orders would be, he would do them as best he could. The padawan just hoped it would involve fighting some slavers, because then he could show off his true potential and use his skills in the most efficient way.

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] | @[member="Vulpesen"] |

Vilox Pazela's eyes were a flurry of movement as they looked between the Jedi Knight's attacks. "Vulpesen is moving in for my blind side, using this Djem So user as a distraction to place a blow on me. The other utilizes his strength whilst empowered by the force to attack. If one of those attacks land on me, I am finished."

The destruction of the Force Barrier under the blow of Tracyn's Mandalorian-crush-gauntlet-force-empowered-blow gave the Lord of the Sith a brief respite to lift his Lightsaber up as Tracyn slammed his own down overhead to crush him with his strength. It was only a few seconds in between the fall of his barrier and the blow of Tracyn's second attack with his Lightsaber, but with his Force Sense, he had an opportunity to time his defenses against the two Jedi. As he lifted the red line of his Lightsaber in the way of Tracyn Ordo's weapon, he pivoted his body to fall underneath the two moving weapons on the other side of Tracyn. This was timed to avoid Vulpesen coming into the side by placing Tracyn in the way, whilst at the same time using his Lightsaber to divert the concussion blow of Tracyn's attack off target.

However, Vilox Pazela had underestimated the strength of Tracyn Ordo and the precision of Vulpesen. As he timed his fall to the side of the former, he felt a burn on his leg as Vulpesen's Lightsaber met contact with his right leg. It was a brief burn, as he had been moving as the slash came in, but it was enough to burn the top layer, causing a serious flesh wound on the Dark Jedi Master's leg. As he fell, the diversion of Tracyn Ordo's attack worked but at a price. Under the strength of his Djem So technique, Vilox Pazela's Lightsaber fell into the spot where he had been seconds previously, the brute strength of Tracyn's attack disarming the man.

Laying on his side beside Tracyn Ordo, left hand sheathing in pain due to the Lightsaber that had been in it moments previously launching out of his hand; and the familiar sensation of a burn on his right leg, Vilox Pazela lifted both hands before him to Force Push Tracyn away from his body. He timed the expulsion of Force Energy against the Jedi Knight to send him skidding across the city square until the Dark Jedi found himself connecting against something alive. He averted his gaze for a moment and stared into the face of a Togorian laying on the ground. The woman was near death, struggling to breathe. No threat.

He utilized the Force to leap up to his feet, his dark robes falling around him. He tuned himself into the Living Force and utilized Curato Salva to get over the pain in his left hand and burn on his right leg, whilst keeping his Force Sense attuned. Control and Sense abilities belonging to the Living Force, it wasn't hard to differentiate between the two in order to keep himself in the fight. Curato Salva would allow him to keep going and Force Sense to keep himself one step ahead of the enemy, whilst he figured a way to win the duel. If he couldn't win, then there was always the age old strategy of a strategical retreat. "What do you have next, Jedi?" he thought.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen deactivated his blades in perfect timing to move them around @[member="Tracyn Ordo"], giving off an effect that would have made it seem as though he had indeed cut mando-jedi in half. As he finished his slash, he turned back to @[member="Vilox Pazela"], letting the smell of burning flesh fill his nostrils. "Surrender sith. You can't win this." His first time fighting a sith, he had been alone and he had been a simple padawan. Now, he was a knight and he had back up. This wasn't simple pride. This was weighing the odds and finding them heavily in his favor.

Still, the back up did send Vulpesen somewhat off ease. He'd known enough of Ordo to know that he was a good man, but his aggressive style still gave the shadow some degree of apprehension. Vulpesen considered himself a grey jedi due to his lingering passions, but Ordo was definitely a much darker shade. Still, it was good to have such a powerful ally at his side.

As he returned his attention to the sith, he could feel the mans immersion in the force. That would explain his quick movements. Agility was one thing but it was countered by old age. Another factor would be needed to avoid such numerous attacks. So, he was sensing Vulpesen's attacks. It was a smart move, but it would only be a matter of time before Vazela found himself trapped with his senses only able to pick up his coming defeat.

 

[Alan]

Tracyn, turned off his lightsaber, and held out his arms as long as they were, at his side. He leaned his head back, and took a deep breath. His hands curled into fists, and he struck into the Force Sensitive's worst thing to encounter.

Teras Kasi.

An artform in theory and a monster in application, Teras Kasi training and usage resisted the effects of the force sensitive's Mental probings and attacks, and coupled with Tracyn's Jedi training, made him quite a formidable foe in the mind department. Tracyn ran towards Vazela, and then juked to his right, and then his left, all in a matter of the spaces between seconds. Tracyn gave Vazela no quarter, no time for the old man to rest. Tracyn pivoted on his heel, and threw his crushgaunt laden palm towards his chest, and the other atop it to protect it from an incoming lightsaber blow. Crushgaunts could easily, and near comically hold lightsabers, so it would actually be smarter for Vazela to try and back off rather than give Tracyn a chance to begin to smash him while his greatest defense and offense was being held in his hand. Tracyn, however, was not planning on letting Vazela simply just moving away. He was hoping Vulp would take the time that Vazela had to move in a direction to slice and dice the old bastard.

@[member="Vulpesen"]
@[member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Always moving, always measuring the odds, and always capitalizing on his advantages. Vulpesen would quickly swing around @[member="Vilox Pazela"], Striking from behind and to the right, using his double blades to wreak havoc with a flurry of strikes from varying directions. Every movement was measured as before. There was no point in cutting down the sith if the follow through cut down his own friend. Luckily, Vulpesen had trained as a practitioner of Makashi, making his attacks precise and reserved and therefore easy to control.

In truth, Vulpesen absolutely hated death, but this sith had tried to commit genocide. It was safe to assume that Vulpesen found such an action a bit more than mildly deplorable. He might have hated killing, but there were times that even a jedi had to refuse quarter. Each blade movement flowed into the next, creating a seemingly never ending combination of attacks. This swirling light show combined with @[member="Tracyn Ordo"]'s Teras Kasi techniques would prove to be something quite difficult to stand up against, even if each movement could be seen.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino flew backwards, slamming into the ground, coughing as the impact battered the air from his lungs and cracked his skull against the ground. Fortunately it also threw him out of the paths of the sabers. He gave a short nod. "Yeah. Them. Not really." Yes, those were the ones he was looking for, but it wasn't a technique of theirs. How he understood it, it was more innate than something learned. He flipped himself back up, clutching at his chest as he did so.

@[member="Satine D'nara"]

(I have had my time greatly curtailed by the way, so quickly finishing it for Veino will be good, I think.)

 

[Satine D'nara]

Satine's sabers came back to her hands. "Clever, but not...." she stopped when her earpiece communicator went off. "What is it?" She listened to who was on the other end. "Then deal with them. I'm busy!" More chatter. "Are you saying you can't even handle a few miserable...." she groaned before saying "I'll be right there." She looked back to @[member="Veino Garn "]and said "We'll have to finish this some other time. Right now I need to save a few idiots." With that she turned and ran off, back towards he ship were her men were apparently under fire from togorian resistance.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino slumped down slightly, relief etched across what little was vivid Lenox his face, and pain coursing through his veins, burning like a river of fire. He have a slight nod and a feeble half salute to @[member="Satine D'nara"]. "Looking forward to it." He slumped to his knees, dizzy, with a different blackness swimming around him. He tapped his comlink, trying to stay awake. "Veino Garn, requesting medvac at this location." He sent the coordinates on the secure channel before collapsing unconscious.

(Finis)

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] | @[member="Vulpesen"] |

"Do the Jedi Order have more of these combat specialists?" he thought as Tracyn moved in again for the kill. As he came forward, the old man began to step backwards again, but it only served to give him an extra second or two before the Jedi Knight was back upon him. "This one is considerably dark. I sense a great rage within him. But something keeps him controlled. Something keeps him falling to the dark side completely." As the first jab came in, Vilox utilized his advanced Force Sense to avoid it. As the second came in at the same time, he lifted his free hand and pivoted his body to lower his hand onto the crush gauntlet as it came in. The motion of direction followed by the hand of the Sith Lord forced the hand past him. Curato Salva assisted the Dark Jedi in getting past the pain he felt in his hand as he forced the direction of Tracyn's fist past him by palming his own on top of it.

Tracyn moved again to attack. He sensed Vulpesen coming into the side. In a matter of minutes, Vilox Pazela had come close to death. They had burned his leg, they had hurt his hands and they had disarmed him of his Lightsaber. No more. Lifting both palms, the Lord of the Sith erected a Force Grip on both Tracyn Ordo and Vulpesen as their attacks swung in mid air. They froze in the Force Energy around their bodies. He averted his eyes quickly to look at the matter of inches in which Tracyn's crush gauntlet and Vulpesen's Lightsaber were in. "My turn..."

He flicked his fingers forward and pushed his aura into the attacks, adding further momentum to their fall as they were flung across the courtyard by his Force Grip around their bodies. He had analyzed their attacks long enough to know that Tracyn gave no quarter and that his strength was sure to hit upon his next assault. He cursed his aging body for the reaction times it took and thanked his powers in the dark side that he had managed to evade them thus far. As for Vulpesen, he knew that the Jedi Knight's strategy was to come in and take him out whilst he dealt with Tracyn, for it would take all of his combined effort and concentration to stop the Mandalorian-Jedi's brute strength on his next assault merely to survive it. He wouldn't survive a Lightsaber to the back in that event either. Thus, the only way from down was to go up.

Before Tracyn could utilize his Teras Kasi to get over the Force Grip fling attack and Vulpesen's own recovery, the Lord of the Sith summoned the force around him and began to go... up. Force Levitation allowed the man to go higher and higher into the air. He briefly wondered if Tracyn had the ability to skirt the nearby buildings with enough speed and strength to get to the top of one and jump towards him before he got out of their range completely. Vulpesen served to be fast as well. That was when the Sith Lord formed his own strategy. Waving his hand ahead, he summoned his Lightsaber back to his hand and caught it. Now it was up to them as to what they would do next.