Paradise Found, Schutta (Rebellion of Mimban hex)

[Ayumi Pallopides]

[member="Symara Tarriq"]

Ayumi's ship was heading in as they looked over everything that was happening. Her attention on some of the finer details with the force since she wasn't wearing her bracelet to ide her presence when they were detecting some signals and information. "Bring us down and work with the others to get them loaded up." The soldiers and guards she had were taking care of things while she was allowing more of her own works to go towards finding Symara since it wasn't a great thing to have a bodyguard die when they were no where near you... made them look terrible for being so well paid when she was walking and going towards some of the republic soldiers that were bloodied. "Start loading onto the transports we'll get you guys some medical attention and then move out. Reinforcements should be arriving soon from some of the lower levels." Ayumi was looking around and took off the mask when she spotted the corellien with the other soldiers and they were moving to join her while she spoke. "Did you keep your time card, I want proof of your overtime." Offering a weak smile to try and play off that she was worried for all of them while busting out one of the healing cubes as she pushed force energy into it to radiate on them and stimulate healing energies.

 

[Placeholder 09]

Location: Sphess

Allies: dad

Enemies: Everyone

It had been a great many years since Torpedo Sphere had unleashed her fury upon the galaxy. Billions had died. Entire systems were burned. So great had her grief been when [member="Rusty"] had rejected her for his cheap meatbag whore.

In her hatred, she had stewed. So angry was she, that she had changed her gender, for what man could ever hope to match the fury of a space-bound-cyber-shard-sentient-WMD-woman scorned?

Most people, actually. That, however, was irrelevant.

The very heavens shook as Torpedo Sphere dropped out of hyperspace in the Mimban system. She was well past the size of a Star Destroyer, for there were no rules about being a large sentient death station. Loopholes were truly the keys to victory.

Her choler rose as she set robo-eyes upon the carnage. Such bountiful slaughter! Such murderous decadence! Despite her constant hyper-anger, she could not will herself to bring ruin to these worlds.

No, she would serve a different purpose.

"Hey guys, if you could, like, stop like, killing each other -- that would, like, be really cool." She boomed, her voice transmitting over an old comm signal that had likely not been used in the past thousand years. She began to spin rapidly and sing her song of unification, all the while firing torpedos lacking their nuclear warheads into the depth of space.

If people would not listen to her heartfelt pleas, then perhaps they would come to understand her desire for peace via song and dance. Who could truly continue such needless violence when an ultra kawaii mecha-who-totally-wasn't-a-mecha-that-can-get-you-banned-you-sillies girl was putting on such an amazing show just above their heads?

 

[Isar]

The chanting ceased suddenly. The vortex of souls began to dissipate in the Force, fading away. Warok cocked his head to one side. He sensed...

"War Child, they watch us."

Without warning, the Ewok turned, black gaze sweeping up along the rooftops until it was staring directly at Poet. Warok smiled, baring blocky, tombstone shaped teeth in a giddy grin, spreading pudgy cheeks wide. Eyes like tar pits came alight with a horrifying blaze. The Ewok tapped into the totem holding a dozen captured souls, trading their life-forces for power.

The warlock's sight became deadly as he channeled his hatred for the living into an expression of energy capable of searing any whom he looked upon, setting them on fire and charring flesh from bones.

The combusting stare fixed upon Poet and did not waver.

"Suffer," he commanded in a voice that echoed.

[member="Nick Sept"] | [member="Boethiah"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Erran Lanith]

Allies: The Republic Peoples, [member="Dallen Thayne"] [member="Symara Tarriq"]
Enemies: Enemies
Location: On the way to Rhienstorm


Erran and his troopers were pressing forward hard and fast. Moving from cover to cover, never stopping in one spot for too long. If you stayed behind cover, you were dead. That was a fact of battle, stationary units got destroyed a lot quicker then units who were on the move, regardless of cover. His men would shoot and pin a group of enemies down and then another squad would advance and do the same. Back and forth it happened as they coverged on the enemy Mandalorians that were attacking.

He was in the middle of the firefight when he heard his new orders, something that gave him a little bit more purpose than to just sit tight and make a perimeter. "Understood, we'll make for Rhienstorm and try to get a foothold there. Lanith out."

Erran moved forward and put blaster fire down on a squad of enemies that were targeting his men. He dropped a marker on their position and several seconds later multiple lanes of fire gunned them down. He pushed forward and secured the area where the dead men were, making sure there were no traps or men hiding.

Once it was clear he addressed his men, "Alright listen up, we are making our way towards firebase Rhienstorm. It's been hit hard and they need our help in getting a perimeter set up so we can reach it. I'm breaking the platoon up into three large squads, Sergeant Rizz, you'll have second squad, Sergeant Thompson, you'll have third squard, and I'll be in charge of first. Our objective is to get to Rhienstorm and get in back under our control. Squad leaders do what you have to, but get your men there in one piece. Alright, let's move out."

Erran closed off the open comm channel and moved forward with his rifle pointed down range and ready to engage the next group of enemies he came across. It would be a trek towards Rhienstorm, dangerous if they even made it; and if they did, even more dangerous just trying to get it under control.

 

[Boethiah]

Upon Warok's voice, Boethiah's very steps came to a sudden halt. The force within her echoed, it was subtle and moved quietly through the horde of undead, touching the senses of all living things, and such a ripple would only be truly perceived by those sensitive enough in the ways of the force.

Overbearing to those who've not once witnessed such intensity in the dark side, due solely to the essences of a Host Lord and Sith Lord within her. The result of her creation.

"On it," her voice chilled, her entire posture became more rigid; something had taken over. She continued to channel the force, balling it up like a fist ready to punch. She did not act yet, but waited, keeping her perceptions set upon both [member="Nick Sept"] and [member="Veiere Arenais"].

She examined the Ewok's powers closely, taking note of their nature and attempting to reverse engineer the method behind it.

[member="Warok the Defiler"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Mimban City Streets.
Allies: The Republic, The Jedi Order, [member="Nick Sept"]
Persons of Interest: [member="Warok the Defiler"], [member="Boethiah"]
NPC's: 3x Recon Soldiers.

The Republic Reconnaissance patrol had set out as instructed, ahead of Veiere and deeper into the City as it searched for the suspected Necromancer. Aside from being troops trained for this specific set of work, there wasn't much that separated themselves from the rest; all brothers in arms whose bonds and loyalty had been built in the ranks and ironed out through battles such as this. These were good men, though as guilty in war as every other soldier was regardless of where their allegiances lay, just as the soldiers of the other governing giants did what they thought and believed was just and true for the betterment of their people; this trio had so far served admirably...That was until they suddenly caught alight by no visible reason and the skin and muscles on their bones went up in flames, being attacked by the death stare that was the Ewok who had sensed them before they had managed to locate the enemy.

Veiere could hear their screams coming across the Republics holo-comm channel; his expression as grave as the next officer who stood there behind the private who had been guiding them in their goal, looking to the Jedi for some sort of reassurance. He got little in the way of comfort as Veiere seemed to almost stumble as he stepped away, his mind drawn to the shift in the force that had taken the lives in a display of true darkness, so much so that the Dark Side of the Force took form, corrupting and killing the living. He had not seen the attack itself but feeling it was enough to know that they were dealing with an advanced practitioner of the Darkside; one that he wasn't entirely sure that he was ready to face so shortly out of his exile and yet this was the path before him.

"Relay their last reported position to me and inform any other members of the Jedi Order of the Republic of the situation...". Being given the information that he required, Veiere soon separated himself from the bulk of the troops, knowing that if any of the men were to accompany him it would mean their certain demise. He also doubted that any other Jedi could reach him in time to be able to support him in was he presumed would be a conflict between he and the other; though preferably he would like to avoid violence, he was not yet aware that he wasn't facing one opponent, but would soon come to see that there were two of them and neither one would likely submit themselves to the law of the Republic.

 

[Nick Sept]

[member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Boethiah"] [member="Khia Varad"]

NPC's: Poet's down at end of post, Laughingstock and Tigress ain't.

[youtube]https://youtu.be/EtbuUlSGXzc[/youtube]


"FIRE!!!!" A simple command. One that was met by all four of the clones, and quite possible also the mandos. He didn't know or care, the plan was simple. Ventilate the bear and the kid. As darkness radiated from the beast, Poet burst into flames, his armor literally coated in burning heat, cracking as he fell while firing down at the bear briefly before writhing behidn cover. Laughingtstock threw a grenade as Tigress fire a burst from her shotgun, the flechette shell spiraling out in Boethiah's general direction. Sept jumped off the roof, running towards the pair. He'd end this. He'd end them. He coudl feel their darkness, and it needed to be extinguished.


Nick was no master of sorcery. He had a thin, fuzzy connection to the force, that manifested only as the purest, rawest instinct. But the force thrived on emotions. It thrived on anger. And frankly, the recuperating combat stim addict with serious pain issues and enough PTSD to last a whole gods-damned platoon had no short supply of being pissed right the Feth off. The cyborg charged towards the Bear, yelling a series of curses that this writer refuses to publish for violating site policy, firing a heavy pistol as he advanced. This was not a time for political nuance of dialogue. This was time to kill a man. No, make that a monster.



The cyborg charged, aiming to wail on the little Bastiche. He may have been powerful in the force and dangerous, but if the clone could close the distance, the little hairball would have to endure the beating of his life from a man with a considerable reach and muscle advantage.


(OOC: Pm me if anything's up. All the NPC's are kinda neutral-ish, and nobody but Sept is force sensitive. Don't know about Khia's skills, though.)

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Location: Mimban, Temple of Pomojema​

Enemies: [member=Keira Ticon], specifically [member=Keira Ticon]​

Allies: Republic, Jedi, CSAF, Natives​

Objective: Defeat Black Tie Syndicate infantry unit assaulting the Temple​

Ali squeezed the trigger several more times in rapid succession, pinning down a Black Tie soldier that had lifted their weapon on one of her commandos from some distance away. To her right, Gaunt broke cover and rushed forward, attempting to flank the soldier. As the initial wave of firing resolved, the remainder of the platoon on her flank of the battlefield began to bound forward on Black Tie soldiers, sticking to trees and concealment. Ali pushed herself off the ground to move, bolting ahead for a nearby tree and slamming her back against it before leaning out to place more rounds on the enemy. Because the Verpine rifles CSAF used were virtually silent, the battlefield was eerily quiet and one sided as only the Black Tie weapons contributed to the din of combat.
As her units on the other side of the battle began moving up, angling their attack so as to remain out of their allied lines of fire, Ali pushed forward a second time. The battle was closing in, with only a hundred or so meters separating each of her units from the Black Tie position. Before she could step fully out from her cover, a rocket seared through the air and exploded against the tree's base, bathing the area in fire as it exploded. The concussive force blasted her sideward, throwing her into another nearby tree. Her armor protected her for the most part, though her back and side erupted in a wave of pain. She rolled onto her opposite side and scrambled for her rifle, which thankfully had remained clipped to her shoulder plate.
::Keep moving! Get that rocketeer!:: Ali demanded via commlink as Abram stopped at her side to pull her up. She pushed him onward, lifting her weapon and sending another series of bursts downrange. Abram nodded and stepped off, ducking below a tree bough and taking cover behind a large rock. Ali joined him as quickly as she could while the man prepped the grenade tube on his rifle. ::Cover me, Hadrix.:: Abram called, and Ali acquiesced, leaning out to dump the remainder of her magazine into the area where the rocket had been fired from. Her helmet sensors marked the firing location and transmitted it instantly to Abram's HUD. Abram popped up, not needing to pause for aim, and fired the grenade. It was the loudest weapon they had, and sounded with a solid thwump. The grenade careened through the trees toward the noted position and at some point exploded. ::Get ready for another push folks.:: Ali ordered, wincing as her side flared in pain as she leaned against the back of the rock. She tenderly loaded another magazine and issued her orders for the other flanking element. ::Foltest, pour covering fire into the area and follow with grenadiers. We're moving first.:: Soon, Ali knew, the battle would pitch one way or another, and she intended to make sure her side was the side that came out on top.

 

[Dallen Thayne]

Location: Gyndine local space, 102nd Task Force
Allies: [member="Reshmar"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Symara Tarriq"] [member="Caelag Vass"] [member="Nom Gunnar"] [member="Agent Darkstar"] [member="Erran Lanith"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"] [member="Thoja Arlos"]
Enemies: [member="Aedan Miles"]

Fleet:

Spoiler

102nd Task Force
(Glory of the Republic) Republic Class Destroyer x 1 [Aurek Tactical Strike Squadrons x 3]
(Firebird) Centurion Battlecruiser x 1 [Aurek Tactical Strike Squadrons x 3] [R46 Valiant Squadrons x 3] [Scuurg H-6 Bomber Squadrons x 3]
(Payload) Deliverance Heavy Carrier x 1 [R46 Valiant Squadrons x 3] [Scuurg H-6 Bomber Squadrons x 3]
(Testament, Song of Serenno, Herald of Onderon, Justice) Hammerhead Cruisers x 4 [Aurek Tactical Strike Squadrons x 1 per frigate]
(Swift Runner, Lost Love, Naboo Jewel) Katana Corvette x 3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skRuEtt1Xns

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Dallen was rather thankful, when the Knight destroyed itself, that he had had helm bring the Testament around the Republic destroyer in the event they needed to use their mass and acceleration to counteract a ramming action on the enemy's part. Because otherwise he was certain the smaller Republic Cruiser he was aboard would have taken more damage from the blast and possibly destabilized the ship. All the same, the frigate shook from the shockwave, forcing the Republic Commander to raise a hand to catch his glasses before they fell from his face. Once the Hammerhead was settled from the Knight's poorly advised maneuver, "Status report?" Everything was a mess and the naval officer hated it as he placed his glasses back where they belonged and looked along the bridge to ensure his crew hadn't sustained any injury. Hopefully those in other sections of the ship were alright, especially those in engineering and the medbay.

"Commander, the Glory reports minimal damage, their shields took a hit, but otherwise they are alright since they had increased power to shields before the enemy vessel self destructed. . . . .we lost a few dropships that were in transit to Rhienstorm and were detsabalized by the blast's side effects. Casualties are low and the RSD reports a full deployment of its contingent as per General Arlos and Commander Avarro's request." That was good at least, though Dallen clenched his fist and was hard pressed not to slam it against the arm of his command chair in anger over the absurdity of the Knight's demise. They could have lived, the soldiers who died in transport could have lived. All for the sake of fething pirates who wanted to look like they were worth a damn.

It was a pitiful cause for one's death to go toward.

It made Dallen Thayne a very vengeful man, especially as a familiar voice of a murdering liar came in over the comms. Threatening the lives of the soldiers who had given the man trust. So it wasn't enough for him to be a bastard, he wanted to be a murderer and war criminal too. The Republic Commander supposed the individual's greed knew no bounds considering there was a less violent and neutral alternative. That or the pirate truly was the scum of the universe and everyone would hunt him down in earnest, and just as the Admiral was saying in response, no one to stand in line to protect such filth if they tried to go through with their threat. "LIeutenant Ree, pass along word to Commander Avarro and General Arlos we hope the reinforcements were what they needed. Marlow, bring us up into orbit. It seems there's more work to do."

"Commander their ships' signatures are moving about, seems they want to try and ignore the good Duros and the 710th to burn the local's bread and butter station." In what way did the enemy think any of their actions would endear people to them, at this rate they were making themselves more dislikeable than the One Sith when it came to bloody conquerors. "Then that's where the fleet is going. Relay orders to all ships to forma defensive formation ahead of the shipyards. If they want to come then we'll likely be setting up an excellent position for them to be pinned between us and the 710th." Once the communication was made the fleet of the 102nd Task Force rose as one from their position in orbit towards the Shipyards above where they would settle into defensive positions, fighter screens hanging around a formation of the capital ships prepared to shift in response to enemy motions, their turbolasers and ion cannons beginning to track the ships belonging to the prime example of self inflated murderers Dallen could remember encountering in recent memory.

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

She could feel more throughout Gyndine as the construction efforts that Symara had started and put in place were continuing to push forward with all of the work they had been doing. The repurposing of the ships that were stored here as well as the civillians who were fighting came with reports from across the system as Ayumi was going and worked wearing the proto-mesh when it came to her and one tried to make a last grasp with a rifle shooting and the protective layer saved her but the kinetic impact spun her around when she was feeling it boil the energy off from the shot. "Ow." ayumi said it before she was looking up and had a pistol in her hand with the field pistol to defend herself.

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Woods, somewhere between FOB Danube and FOB Exocron
Objective: Fight
Enemies: [member="Caelag Vass"];
Equipment: In Bio.

Like the Maalraas, the patient predator, he analysed the woman's reactions to his attack and watched her movements carefully. She was quick footed and most likely a capable thinker, being able to think and react fast enough. Her disadvantage for now was that she did not have the length to reach Varian. He only had to focus upon that aspect to ensure his victory.

Without underestimating his Miraluka foe, he began once again circling around and watching the 'blind' enemy that was constantly aware of his presence and his movements. He had to use his length advantage and Matukai skills to attack. Formulating the next course of action the Mandalorian focused his Force in his right leg and abruptly jumped at an adjacent wall of the quite derelict tower. His right foot would pull back and twice he would kick a few of the cement blocks of rubble that had fallen from the recent destruction Varian had done upon the tower. The two cement blocks would fly accurately and quickly at the Miralukan foe that he was facing.

Soon the time for analysis would be finished.

 

[Isar]

Errant bolts spattered the ground around Warok's feet, kicking up flecks of shattered duracrete in a spray of sparks. One found the mark, a through and through in the right leg that hobbled Warok. He issued a tiny roar of rage at the pain, blood bubbling out from the wound and wetting the fur of his leg.

The Defiler lurched around, black eyes filled with faye madness. A humanoid was sprinting toward him through the crowd of undead, firing a pistol as he ran. It was he who had shot the Necromancer of Ziost.

Hatred boiled in the rusted kettle of Warok's heart.

"You dare disrupt my ritual?" squeaked the Ewok, aura a vile, sickening blaze of power. His trembling pawls curled into fists, the gauntlets covering them hummed. Shimmering, incandescent half domes of energy sprang to life on each forearm and he held them up before him. Shots from the pistol splashed against their surfaces.

The revenant dead clawed at the humanoid as he passed by, seeking to scratch or bite him, or simply bury him beneath the weight of their numbers.

Warok began to chant again, words changed, cadence violent and sharp with the tongue of the Massassi. "Woyunoks hadzuska koshûjontû."

Energy swarmed from a totem hanging from the beskar chain bound round his shoulder and midriff: spirits of the dead, their souls traded into the Netherworld in exchanging for a summoning. A sense of wrongness pervaded the plaza, as if up had become down. The air began to distort above Warok's head.

[member="Nick Sept"] | [member="Boethiah"] | [member="Khia Varad"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

There was more happening on Gyndine, she could feel it but there wasn't much else. Reports coming in of other problems throughout the fleets mostly about problems that were happening elsewhere. Ayumi looked at her soldiers with her while motioning for them to form up and move to the bases. They had ships inbound from Denon with a chance to bring them back home as well as give them more of the people they needed. She was looking at the ones they had roaming around as one of the soldiers who had been injured was holding her hand and a bandage they had given up to her face when she got her into a place to sit down and Ayumi was looking over it with one of the small medical field kits to start cleaning and trying to dress the wound. "Careful, don't move, this is a very delicate thing and a terrible place to do it." She was focusing on the force while wearing the mesh and staying with it before her attention was on some of the things. Force energy coming out to try and ease her pain.

 

[Orlong Bann]

Location: Yractos
Objective: Take to the skies.
Allies: Mandalorian Empire, [member="Karai"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Dallen Thayne"]

Mission accomplished, target retrieved, and now they could extract. Right through the wreckage of the Knight. Ka'rase, but how had that one gone down? One second it was overhead, ready to cover their extraction with fire from on high, the next it was just gone.

"What do you think happened?" Ardasz desperately hoped his helmet muffled the squeak in his voice. Corvo shrugged, armor clanking.

"One ship and a few fighter wings against everything the Publikiise bring? Couldn't last forever."

Druna grunted. "No heroes there, that's sure. Kad forbid they get in a fight without friends ready to save their gette." Grumbles of agreement filled their cabin. The room would be their armory & quarters for the ride home.

The ship rumbled, engines firing up, and the squad buckled in. No way to know how hot their exit would be, but darn sure they would exit.

The Werda lifted up from the city and ran low until it was well away from ground defenses and such; then lifted to the stars at full throttle to rejoin their companions, [member="Aedan Miles"]'s Dragon Reaper fleet.

 

[Caelag Vass]

Location: Gydine
Status: Injured, likely a broken rib, or several
Enemy: [member="Varian of Myrkr"]
Allies: [member="Symara Tarriq"]

Honestly this was quite bad for her, being forced into very lengthy combat with a stronger opponent than she was. She could track his movements, but every time she tried to inch into combat range, he moved just out of any reasonable distance, forcing her to watch and wait for most of the fight. He seemed to focus on augmenting his physical prowess, rather than normal force user tactics involving throwing things around and blasting lightning. Honestly, as strong as that made him, it gave her an advantage, or at least a break. She could focus mostly on him, and more easily predict his actions. She was, of course, keeping an 'eye' out for any traditional tactics, but so far he seemed to be more or less an augmented opponent, nothing more.

And then a surge of power in his legs, and he moved like lightning to the side. She tracked his movements, purposely keeping her side to him as he kicked the rocks. Had she turned, this might be harder, but as she was already facing the side she could dive forwards and roll out of the first rock's path. The second almost clipped her in the shoulder, however, missing only by what must've been a centimeter, as she could feel the wind of it rushing past her. With haste she followed through, standing up and facing the Mando from her new position.

He wanted to play with toys besides the little blades? She could do that. With a bit of a smirk, she called out to him. "I can say you don't resemble at all the other mando I fought. You're much more precise and calculated, I can respect such traits. However, I cannot allow myself to lose, so do forgive me. I'd rather not have my LT give me another lecture on getting hurt on the job." With that she shifted the knife to her left hand, and swiftly drew her blaster pistol, still strapped to her hip as it was. Taking aim, she fired just a little faster than the average trooper could manage, fireing off a shot within about a second or two. The single bolt raced towards Varian, and the air broke again as a second shot rang out, this time slightly off to his right to try and catch him running from the first.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Gyndine
Allies: [member="Karai"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Orlong Bann"]
Enemies: [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Dallen Thayne"]

Aedan sighed in disappointment as he watched the republics second fleet maneuvering into position before he shrugged and gestured towards it absently calling out a simple command. "Split the fleet in two have both forces align themselves so that the enemy is between us and the planet proper before blind firing all proton torpedo's and concussion missiles. No need to wait for the target locks you won't get one rely on alignment and set the missiles to detonate on impact nothing else. Also prepare for Reaper 5 to regroup with the fleet have fighters prepare to go forward and supply escort as well as two of the Dire-class our ships will make a lane using missile and turbolaser fire anyone foolish enough to try and enter it we will end."

Aedan Miles watched the holo display as the fleets ships started to move the two groups orienting themslves as they waited for a moment before all missile launchers on the ships fired sending a deadly wall of missile in the general directions of the planet and enemy fleets. Either they would take the hit for the planet or sacrifice some of there ships either way the results would be pleasing to Aedan. After Reaper 5 rejoined the fleet they would make the jump to hyperspace returning to Attahox cause he had an idea he wanted to speak to Alkor about but that could wait for now he watched.

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

She could feel more people on Gyndine and with all of the work that was going into the stuff now she had the small transports there to load up the soldiers and start treating them. The small bunker she had been in away from everyone was there, the small squad of soldiers she had left but were working with her security forces and the ones who had been brought down deom Denon thanks to Symara's quick thinking. She could work with that, she could get them what they needed one using the healing cube and crystal to channel the energies over the others while it provided her protection from the mesh. One of her soldiers recommending the hood of it and the mask so just in case of stragglers while they continued to work and protect her.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: The Obi-Wan Kenobi, over Gyndine
Objective: Brawl
Allies: [member="Dallen Thayne"] | [member="Symara Tarriq"]
Enemies: [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Orlong Bann"]

"Admiral Quaold, it is good to hear from you," responded Admiral Lod, "I would be much obliged if you would reinforce and defend the shipyards that the enemy has seem to be taking a liking too..."

Gir glanced at his console and tapped a few buttons bringing up a tactical map. He watched as the elements of Dragon Reaper fleet began to divide up. With several of their warships apparently oriented to attack some of the shipyards. The newer ones recently built by RingoVinda yards had point-defense cannons would could protect them starfighters and missile attacks, but they wouldn't be able to withstand a full-fledged assault from the Dragon Reaper fleet. But there also the question if they would actually attack it in the first place. Targeting civilian infrastructure that wasn't producing war material was often considered to be a war crime. But it appeared that whoever was in charge of the stations didn't trust the Pirate Lord's adherence to the typical rules of engagement. He could see shuttles full of their civilian workers evacuating from the station and taking short jumps into hyperspace.

"We have a hot track coming from the surface," announced one of the sensor operator, "appears to be a large corvette or small frigate."

Gir quickly flipped through screens to see [member="Orlong Bann"]'s vessel begin to jet up from the surface. He immediately delegated the DP-20 Frigates Thrasher and Racehorse to intercept that starship, backed by two squadrons of Typhoon-class Modular Starfighters equipped with general purpose warhead launchers loaded with concussion missiles. The starfighters engaged their SLAMs to surge towards the Werda. It would be only a few minutes before the starfighters reached their target, though the frigates, as agile as they were, would likely take a few more minutes after the fighters to intercept the Facade-class Carrier. The blonde man heard a rising dim from the bridge's crewpit, causing him to flip screens again.

He frowned. What the feth? The blonde man pulled up the feed from one of the ship's long distance electro-photo receptors to see bright plumes of orange and blue leap out to surge towards the world and the Republic fleet. He glanced at the distance between the starships. If those are normal missiles, they're way out of range...As if to confirm his suspicion, the warheads soon turned dark as they began to coast on momentum alone towards the Republic fleet and the world behind it. He glanced at the sensor readout. It'll take some time for the missiles to get even close to us...if they get to us at all.. Perhaps it's a distraction against something else? The pair of Dire-class Patrol ships began to approach the Republic fleet.

Attacking us head on? They're either foolish or corellians...those odds don't look good at all. Starstreak-class mine after mine began to discharge their energy torpedoes at the Dragon Reaper ships. The Obi-Wan's own hypervelocity cannon batteries, pulse turbolasers, and mass driver cannons began to erupt with deadly light at the patrol ships, and was quickly joined in by a resounding chorus of energy torpedoes, mass driver cannon shot, hypervelocity cannon rounds, and pulse turbolaser fire from Task Force 710's heavy cruisers and frigates.

As the drifting missiles neared the Republic lines, staccato bursts of flak began to explode in the missile's midst. Several of the missiles exploded, and several more deviated from their unguided course by nearby explosions. As the missiles trickled into the Republic's formation, the vessels's shorter ranged guns, ranging from Lucerne Lab's high tech Sentinel-class Point Defense emplacements and Mon Calamari Shipyard's defensive batteries to classic quad laser cannons and antimissile octets began to attack the drifting missiles. Flights of Republic starfighters flitted around, surgically removing the weapons with precise bursts of laser fire. Despite their efforts, several of the adrift warheads exploded against the ships' shields and hulls. Gir flipped through EPR screens to see the point defense crews and starfighter pilots continue to mop up the remaining unexploded ordinance. It appeared to the Republic crews to be a diffuse and uncoordinated attack even if it was unconventional. Perhaps a prelude or distraction from something else going on?


Task Force 710

Spoiler

Obi-Wan Kenobi
-36 Typhoon-class Medular Starfighters
-36 Cyclone-class Bombers

Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser Swift Liberty
-36 Typhoon-class Modular Starfighters
Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser Endor
-36 Typhoon-class Modular Starfighters
Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser Allegiance
-36 Typhoon-class Modular Starfighters
Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser Ession Strike
-36 Cyclone-class Bombers

Delphin-class Frigate Iris
Delphin-class Frigate Hancock
Delphin-class Frigate Defence
Delphin-class Frigate Congress

DP-20 Frigate Thrasher
DP-20 Frigate Racehorse
DP-20 Frigate Orion
DP-20 Frigate Fireeater

MC-25 Danios-class Corvette New Hope
-12 Cyclone-class Bombers
MC-25 Danios-class Corvette Restoration
-12 Cyclone-class Bombers
Circinius-class Bulk Corvette Mimban Sun
-18 Whirlwind Interceptors
Circinius-class Bulk Corvette Mimban Star
-18 Whirlwind Interceptors

 

[Nick Sept]

[member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Boethiah"] [member="Khia Varad"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]


The senator from Cartao, unsurprisingly, had a rebuttal. AS one of the zombie went for his neck, he pushed into position with his anti-materiel rifle, pointing it at the glowing shields. He didn't know if they were designed to stand up to anti-vehicle fire, but it's not like he had better odds. He felt the dead clutching at him as he pulled the trigger, firing through the dead things, at the shield, hoping to pop it like a blister.


Only two words emerges from the Seantor after firing. "Kark you...." The soldier's reflexes were still decent, despite being nearly a year out of practice. Elbow mate face. And another face. One shot had blasted through some of the zeds, but as he dropped the rifle, he was too close to re-draw his pistol. No. He had to brawl his way out. They had numbers, but he had strength. And something else....something burning....he could feel it in the non-synthetic bones. He was unlikely to live through this. But, better to burn rightly than life long and prosper, right? If he could save a few others, that's what mattered....He'd keep buying time.


On the rooftop, Tigress was using Poet's rifle to fire potshots into the crowd of undead monsters, while Laughingstock was now desperately applying bacta to Poet, trying to stabilize his condition. Things had gone too far south. They'd need a damn miracle for this....

 

[WolfMortum]

Allies: [member="Nick Sept"]
Persons of Interest: [member="Warok the Defiler"], [member="Boethiah"]

[member="Nick Sept"] was being overrun, from the outside it looked as though he were about to be consumed by the undead yet all was not lost. It had taken some time to make up the ground of which the Reconnaissance team had scowered in search of the Necromancer responsible for the mass onslaught and perversion of the Force, yet as the undead groaned and growled to take the male down, a tremor in the force behind them spread out through the street before the full might of its source surged against the dead hoard, lifting them up off of their feet and throwing the bodies of the dead through the air. The wall of energy that Veiere had unleashed left him near breathless yet it had taken his concentration not to engulf Nick in it with the rest of the aggressors, it left the politician to fend those off in his immediate vicinity whilst a brilliant light erupted from the metallic hilt within the Jedi's right hand and with a hiss that sounded sharp in it's controlled state, Veiere pursued the afflicted in order to finish them off while they'd been caught off guard.

These undead weren't exactly intelligent, only the living held true instinct and synapse response to the situation developing around them and yet under the control of [member="Warok the Defiler"], Veiere maintained that anything was still possible with these remnants, husks of their former lives; forced to cut them down to make way through to [member="Nick Sept"]'s side. "Sorry, I'm late...." He spoke through hastened breath, his tunic damp and showing evidence of his efforts throughout the fighting that had come to Mimban. The might of the force had come and gone and yet the conflict had not dissolved due to the nature of the necromancers ways. Looking ahead, he could feel the flow of the force distorting, mishapen around the presence of the Ewok, not at all what he had expected to find at the source of all the corruption.