TAE: Doves Must Fall | Dominion of Tund (AK-32)

[Skorvek]

Objective: C
Post: 2

He observed as [member="Salij-Nekt"] the executioner himself made his way out to the open it was a viable distraction to lure the Jedi out and learn where the heretics are being kept, he waited as Salij made his presence known he looked to see one of the Jedi come forth from the top near him, He was no doubt positioning himself to try and ambush the executioner but that will not be the case for this Jedi today, He needed information and the jedi was the best source to pool from for information. He quietly made his way to the jedis position and before the Jedi could react he had the jedi in his grip. Crushing the jedis hand making him drop his saber he held him still as he started to drain the information out of his head and share it with the executioner as well as what his role will be while his creatures secure the heretics, He found where they where they where hidden in one of the old complex's that had a group of jedi gaurding it, He informed Salij mentally of the situation and to continue assaulting the front while he attacks from the back, He grabbed the jedis neck and snapped it quickly before making his way to the rear of the complex. His phantoms went in through other ways there goals where simple to catch the heretics alive for execution while he and Salij destroyed the jedi for good.

 

[Kyle Raymus]

• Objective B:
• Providing air support for [member="The Matador"] .
• Black Squadron (36 ships. 24 RZ-110 starfighters. 12 RZB-12 Bombers.)

Black Squadron. 48 fierce men in 36 state of the art ships. What could be better equipped than this to knock down some buildings and destroy some enemy fighters? Now, this well-oiled destruction machine was entering the area around the Barracks of the Hand of Light. Their objective? Flush the enemy out. Or let them burn inside. The choice was theirs. Either way, they die. Unless the incoming fighters could stop Black Squadron. Unlikely.

The 36 ships assume a wide formation, eliminating the chance of someone bringing down the entire battlegroup with a strike to the payload of one of the bombers. They split into groups, 2 fighters and a bomber per group. They would protect their bomber and head straight for the barracks. Once within range, the bombs would be dropped, and the barracks would be turned to dust.

The enemy struck. Kyle's fighter immediately raced up, gaining energy. He searched the skies as a mothball ensued below. Singling out a fighter on the tail of one of the black RZ-110s he spiralled into a dive. His fighter gaining immense speed as he flew straight down, straight towards the target. 4 screeching blasts of red emerged from the blaster cannons of the RZ-110 and plucked the enemy out of the sky with great precision. The uglie's wing was torn straight off, and it's engine imploded. A beautiful explosion. Meanwhile, each bomber fired it's dual laser turrets at all ships not black in coloration. The formation was powering through the enemy squadron. Any shots that landed on the bombers were stopped by powerful deflector shields. The Shrouded Republic's shields were simply superior in every aspect. It was only a matter of time before they reached the target. The clock was ticking for the Hand of Light.

 

[Mythos]

Objective A
Boom and Doom

Reinforcements were here, hot and heavy. Once the enemy had been routed and disengaged Mythos gave the command for the NSF to go to town on the enemy. Sniper fire began rattling enemies on the open and the Saber team of the Nubian strike force began their opening assault, opening fire and breaching the assault. With the enemy fire totally flanking the other way Mythos gave the nod to wilo for the explosives to be laid out. What came out of the forest was one Sith Lord and roughly ninety gungans armed to the teeth with explosives and exotic weaponry. It was to be a careful assault, flanking to the left and breaching the gates while Mythos launched one Force blast to take care of an assault team heading their way. He was lucky it did not draw the attention of heavier units.

He was now running side by side the blasts of the walker heavy blaster fire and explosions but veterans were used to running and gunning through enemy fire, they kept their cool. Two clicks, tango moved forward and breached the frontal defenses. The first lob of thermal detonators went flying overhead, the gungans never stopped running, the fire that covered them shifted forward laying waste to defenders blocking their path... Now was when the fun part began.

With wires they descended to the bottom of the base, each dangling off the cliff one by one packed with enough explosives to level the entire damn compound to nothing but rubble and rust. Mythos covered their backs, lightsaber in one hand and rudis in the other he took center point in the fire while deflecting blaster bolts either to enemies or at least safely off his demolition experts. One blaster bolt came close to his eye and another towards his hip, he could declect them both away but he wanted to redirect them... so he took the hit to his side, a glancing blow but stinging like a fresh pelko bug. With his right hand he angled the rudis perfectly, using the power of battle precog to know exactly where the bolt was heading. It clang twice, one on his blade and the other straight into the dome of a trooper defender seconds before Groom launched himself into the formation and began tearing the enemy apart.

A roar was now heard, in the gates of the base was not Thyphojem, fire burning everything that he saw around him and devouring body after body to quell his ceaseless hunger and desire for fresh blood. Mythos had no time to behold the monster, he still was under heavy fire. "Could use some help over here" the call said from his communicator to @Kainan Wofle and his walker systems. He needed that fire pressure off for a few seconds, after the call was made the first gungans already began to plant and prime their explosives under the main bridges...

but they still needed more time...​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective B: Military Barracks
​Post: 04

​The Matador lunged forward, dashing into the mix of Mercenaries; the tip of Oribuir finding itself embedded in the chest of a small human male, pressing through the edge of his leather jacket as the width of the blade stretched across his entire rib cage, he gawked at the Matador, eyes flickering between the blade and the giants gruesome face. There were four others in his immediate vicinity. The closest was to his left, dashing to the side as he pulled Oribuir from the man's chest, spinning it upward and down in a diagonal arch as the blade met the Wookie mercenaries shoulder; the sharp Mandalorian Iron carving through flesh, the sheer weight of the blade in the Matadors strike bringing the warrior to the ground, finished.

​Red eyes flickered back, watching as the man now on his left, a few feet cocked his shotgun, ready to fire. Eyes shifted to the soldier nearest to him, his right arm moving from the blade as a Gladius extended from his wrist; cutting into the exposed abdomen of his opponent and throwing his body nearly effortlessly at the shotgun wielding opponent. Using the momentum of his movement, he brought Oribuir around as he fell to one knee, his head narrowly missing a shot from one of the remaining shooters. Oribuir sliced through his neck, the precision followed immediately by the uncharacteristic slide of the blade into the ground as the Matador used it to pull himself to his feet, ripping Oribuir from the sand as he did, kicking up a thick layer of dust.

​However the flow of fresh meat seemed unending as another group turned to face him, as Bellators and other forces flanked from all sides. A turbulent skirmish breaking lose on the battlefield. Another came within range, firing his blaster helplessly as the Matador extended a palm, reflecting the bolt into back into his chest. A second came to his left, directing Oribuir in his direction was simple; merely the movement of his wrist and the massive blade cut the man from waist to throat.

[member="Kiso"] | [member="Kyle Raymus"]​

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Objective: C
Post: 2

Salij-Nekt did not hear the commotion from above as [member="Skorvek"] dealt with the potential ambusher. The Anubian rounded a corner, and found it's targets. The insurgents, all standing about. "Finally...the time for execution has come." The Anubian looked about them, searching for who were courageous, and who were fearful. "Now, are all of you ready, to-" They all drew out lightsabers, and the Anubian knew right away, this would be a very tough fight. "It seems this...will be a challenge." A challenge that he doubted he could win alone, but he dare not look for Skorvek, in case they looked too in following his gaze.

The Anubian got into a ready stance, knowing full well his pole-axe would be of no use in blocking their hits. So knowing this, he strapped it instead across his back. "Perhaps...we shall fight this another way." With that said, Salij held his hands out by his sides, slowly curling his fingers in and out of fists. He invited at least some, to do the same.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Post #5​

Attn: [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Srina Talon"]​

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• Objective A
  Valley near Hand of Light compound, Tund

The call for assistance sounded from the comlink just as the fighters began their approach towards their objective. "Roger that, Pawpaw Spectre," Wolfe answered. "Redirecting air support to your location," he announced, then switched over to the channel that the fighters were using. "Attention, air units. You are being redirected to provide support for Strike Team One. Three passes, then paint targets for artillery."

Twelve TIE/Reapers dived on the base, engines shrieking, announcing the celestial punishment which they were about to deliver. They separated into six pairs, plummeting down in a loose formation with their S-Foils folded into atmospheric configuration as they approached their objective with as much speed as they could muster.

"This is Viper Alpha to all Vipers," sounded the voice over the comms. "Break formation and engage," instructed the officer and the fighters scrambled to comply, each pair breaking off and circling around. They fell upon their targets, the enemies pinning down Mythos and his units, one after the other. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. The Reapers swooped down and low, making passes over the field of battle, strafing the enemy as they went, then disappearing over the edge of the bridge before the concentration of small arms fire was enough to put a dent in their shields. Again and again they swooped, raining down death and destruction, two more times. At last, the fighters pulled back, a single pair circling higher and higher above, until it reached the altitude at which its targeting sensors locked onto their quarry, then transmitted the data to the two walkers.

Back at the Shrouded position, the two Centipedes roared into action, blood-red beams of fire arching out, questing their targets, raking the gatehouse and the bridge, scouring them of enemy fighters and leaving the survivors dazed and weakened for Mythos' troops to pick off with ease. All that took less than ten minutes. Ten minutes which seemed like an eternity. Ten minutes during which the Shrouded Republic unleashed the fires of the Netherworld upon their enemies.

 

[Kiso]

• Objective B
  Desert Barracks Post #2

Kiso slowly wandered behind the main battle line the the TAE troops charged head long into what mercenaries remained, from her position she could clearly see [member="The Matador"] going to town on the helpless enemy, his giant blade slicing through several men easily. He was a walking tank, seemly invisible against any harm that could come his way, no hand held weapon in existence looking to be able to harm such thick and bulky. Along with this armor a the small army of blood crazed force users, the cyborg general feel a little unless as the TAE warriors crewed through the less then elite mercenaries.

Once in a while Kiso did have to take action, weather defecting a stray blaster bolt with her sabre or finishing off the odd mercenary still putting up a fight after being tossed aside by the Bellators, though that was not many, being force sensitive and all the could tell when someone was truly dead. "This does not feel much like a battle, more a slaughter than anything else", she commented to herself, drawing her blade from an already downed mercs chest, wiping the blood away on her battle cape. There was no strategy in this fight, just one side smashing into a very disorganized opposing side, not really her type of fight but what else could she do? It was not like her rank meant much to The Matador or his elite force sensitive strike force, well that was if they even had the mental capacity to not her presence on the battle field.

 

[Mythos]

Like Angels from the sky, the reapers came down to the rescue absolutely annihilating the enemy positions that were currently engaging Mythos leaving him just the time he needed to get his guys out of there. He turned on a dime, spread his legs and bent his knees, focused on the nature and power of the darkside of the force using the pain of the runes upon his body and the new injury to fuel him as he began to use Telekinesis to bring up the gungans from below one by one as they finished their sabotage. Once up they began to provide covering fire and most importantly lobbing grenades and thermal detonators at the enemy. Professional demolition and elite soldiers, they began returning fire as Mythoss pulled more and more of them back. They picked weapons off corpses, ignited lightsabers and began wildly swinging it at enemies and even going as far as to climbing on top of a burning enemy outpost, manning the machine gun and firing directly at the enemy formations not fifty meters away. Once Mythos had gotten the last gungan from below the surface it was time to turn back and regroup with Kainan and the rest of the army so they could make their final push or blow the entire compound to chaos.

"Thanks Viper Alpha, owe you another one. ETA Five mikes, Heading out. Bird has laid it's egg."

Fire blowing up in his back Mythos lead the command to exit, covering the backs of his troopers. He was the first to go in and the last to go out. Lightsaber in hand he continued that defense as one by one he counted the Gungans being exfilled out. He was being peppered by blaster fire, all around him they started to kick off as he was the closest thing small arms could fire at now and it did not help that he had an ignited lightsaber. The pressure was on but before he could haul out himself one of his gungan demolition experts got shot square in the back. Mythos reacted quickly. When the enemy went to capitalize on the kill he dove on top of the gungan, taking several shots himself and deflecting several more, one hitting an enemy before Groom attacked the group then picking the gungan up, carrying him in his shoulders and runing back with him injured and all.

"This Is PawPaw Specter! I need a Medic at Blue point Bravo! I have a man down!"

He did not stop running as he talked, nor did he stop defending himself with his lightsaber. It was a long run but with the power of the darkside he was able to push himself beyond the limits of a normal man and sprint several hundred meters through enemy and friendly crossfire back to friendly ground and bring his gungan ally safe and luckily... breathing...

[member="Kainan Wolfe"]​

 

[Placeholder 04]

Thousands were arrayed before the obsidian gateway. They meandered about like confused sheep, lacking any autonomous sense of purpose or drive without their progenitor's direction. The creatures were amalgamations of flesh and steel; they were the children of an unholy union between the mortal flesh and the blessings of the empyrean. All carried mutations, though they ranged in severity from missing thumbs to complete bodily mutations that left the victim unrecognizable as a member of his species.

Their progenitor watched from his perch atop the gateway. It peered out into the void of the Netherworld, its eyeless sockets seeing far more than just the physical. It watched as the ethereal winds howled through the desert plains that served as its children's home; a place with which it held with nothing but contempt.

Movement at the edge of the being's vision stole its attentions. Curious, the cowled figure turned its empty gaze to the two robed humans ascending the stairwell that led to his perch. The being did not speak; his voice rang out in their minds as if it were their own.

"The gate is prepared?"

One of the humans seemed visibly shaken by the being's words, the other remained stoic. "Good. Instruct the sorcerers to begin their ritual. Time is of the upmost importance."

The figures turned without speaking a word. He watched them go with the slightest echo of amusement. He had shed such banal emotions upon his ascension, but memories of those feelings lingered in the back of his psyche. Experiencing such feelings had grown exceedingly rare, so much so that he hadn't felt a semblance of excitement in centuries. It was a good sign.

The chanting of his followers rang in the back of his mind. Well aware that the thralls before him would never speak lest it was asked of them, the figure turned his attentions to the mortal realm. It required nothing but a vague expression of will before his vision shifted to that of a dark cavern.

The walls slick with water, though the material did not seem to be made of stone. It had the texture of leather, and a color dark as the void itself. Long veins of crimson pulsated throughout the cavern, as if the place were more living creature than cavern.

More humans adorned with the same emerald robes as those that had come to the gate were arrayed before him in ritualistic positions. A fire crackled with emerald flames before them, the smoke taking on a purple shade. Each spoke words that sounded like little more than gibberish, though one could easily pick up the hostile context in which they were spoken.

The being watched through the eyes of his oracle as the pieces fell into place. For the first time in millennia, the being allowed his vessel the slightest twinge of a smile. The motion felt odd on the young woman's delicate features, but it brought about memories of a time long ago. A time in which the being traversed the realm of mortals; a time that no longer bore any relevance on the here and now.

The being forced such memories aside and spoke. Not for the first time, he was surprised to find his ethereal voice replaced with that of a teenage girl. "It is time. Begin the ritual, and all will be as has been promised."

The incantations grew louder. The cavern would know no silence this night.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective B: Military Barracks
​Post: 05
​Attention: [member="Kiso"] [member="Kyle Raymus"]

​The element of surprise, a singular and precise strike was all it took to send the Hand of Light into complete disarray. The Ancient Eye struck them down in moments, drawing the enemy into the open; sheep ready for the slaughter. The Mercenaries within the base fumbled for defences, activating the localised anti-infantry turrets. Suddenly, ballistic fire was raining down on the Ancient Eye forces.

The mercenaries on the field however began to scatter on the field, attempting to run from the Matador and his Bellator warriors, only to be stampeded by the Ancient Eye forces. Holding a firm line at each angle, squads pouring over rock formations in the desert; cutting down mercenary line after line.

​The turret placements were hammering the Ancient Eye forces, pushing them back. Finally, a challenge. The Matador side-stepped, narrowly avoiding the turrets fire as he ripped a unsuspecting mercenary from combat, using him as a meat shield as the giant stormed forward, reaching the walls of the barracks. Now, directly beneath turret placements. A few Bellators joined him, alongside several soldiers. Raising him comlink he contacted Black Squadrons, Kyle Raymus.

​"Black Squadron, take out of the turret placements on the front facing battlements."

​The Matador growled, feeling the force flow through him. He was ready to attack, eyes flickering back to the battlefield as the Ancient Eye forces tore through the mercenaries, but their turrets were beginning to do the same. ​"Make ready for a push."

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Post #6​

Attn: [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Srina Talon"]​

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• Objective A
  Valley near Hand of Light compound, Tund

In the midst of all the chaos that held the compound in an iron grip, someone finally noticed what was going on with the reactor. News spread like wildfire and the base's occupants stormed out in a mad, panicked rush to escape their doom. Down in the hangar, fighters which had been refueling and rearming, rushed out, some trailing ripped fuel lines after them.

The acrid smell of spilled fuel rose into the air moments before a series of small explosions rocked the hangar, giving life to a column of thick black smoke which could be seen from miles away. The fear of the strike force was forgotten as the insurgents were overpowered by the greater fear of the reactor going critical. They stormed across the bridge by the hundreds, a writhing mass of limbs and weapons, firing madly as they went.

The fighters strafed the crowd and the Centipedes raked it with crimson beams of death. The soldiers fired indiscriminately into the crowd, sending blaster bolt after blaster bolt down the range, without even bothering to aim anymore. It was not enough to halt the crazed mob.

The Shrouded strike force found itself swimming in insurgents. Fighting devolved into a chaotic, unintelligible mess as soldiers were forced to revert to hand to hand combat to fend off the enemy. Vibroswords hacked and slashed and people on both sides, died.

Wolfe found himself surrounded by a seemingly interminable crowd of enemies. He fought them with every skill he had, black-bladed lightsaber flashing up and down and in graceful, wide, sweeping arcs that downed enemy after enemy, but it was not enough. Bolts of lightning arched out from Wolfe's outstretched arm, burning, killing the insurgents and still, it was not enough. And the starfighters could not intervene, lest they risk hitting friendly units.

"This is Alpha Wolf to all friendlies. Requesting immediate assistance. We are being swarmed by a several hundred, to a thousand enemy combatants and are taking heavy casualties."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Objective: A
​Location: The Mountian
​Attention: [member="Kainan Wolfe"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Srina Talon"]

​That morning, he had wept. Black rings carried themselves around the edges of wrinkled old sockets, weary expression converging with a knowing acceptance of what was to come. Upon the mountain top, the Jedi sat. Jedi no more. Peace was a lie, yet he felt no emotion either. Simply, an acceptance of what was to come. The Hand of Light, this would not be there end. "Go." ​The Master ushered, a small group of his most loyal lieutenants and Knights had gathered with as many Mercenaries and Soldiers as they could muster, hidden by the will of the force. ​"Take what little that remains with you, start anew. This fight, is not over." ​The rogue rose, hands pressing against old joints as his oxidation mask released an auditory sigh as he slowly pulled himself towards the edge of the mountain.

​"What of you, Vendrick?" One of the Knights asked, a tinge of concern carried in their voice.

Vendrick stood still, unmoving. He felt little, but understood his purpose. ​"It is over for me. Go, I will delay the enemy." ​The rogue spoke, with a subtle movement his cloak unwrapped itself from his shoulders, the navy was carried upon the wind, catching on a mound of coal erected from the edge of the mountain. His feet came to the edge of the steep drop-off of the mountain, looking down at the battle below. The Hand of Light compound had been jeopardised, however his people still fought on. He clasped a small metal box clasped to a necklace around his neck, his thoughts growing dark as he turned to face the last of his Knights as they shuffled away into the dark. "All is, as the force wills it."

​Suddenly, Vendrick was gliding through the air; his body launching downward towards the impending battle. His old and ragged robes flickering in the wind, eyes closing as he drew closer. I am one with the force.

​The ground cracked, waves of kinetic energy rippling through the air as Vendrick landed in the thick of the Ancient Eye forces, twenty metres behind Kainan Wolfe. There was a yelp, and then silence as Vendrick rose; saber staff in hand. Both ends igniting into a brilliant emerald green as soldiers begun to regain their composure, turning their focus on Vendrick.

​"I am Vendrick of Amar. General of the Hand of Light."

​His left hand rose, ripping the rifles from the hands of all directly in front of him.

​"You will all pay for what you did. For Calidan. For the Order!"

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Post #7​

Attn: [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Vendrick of Amar"]​

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• Objective A
  Valley near Hand of Light compound, Tund

This was not going to end well. And Wolfe knew it. In the midst of all the chaos and confusion of the enemy's desperate assault, one of the leaders of the terrorist organization, the former Jedi master Vendrick of Amar had joined the fray, dispatching or disarming eight soldiers with his first attack. With the close proximity, the walkers were not going to be of much use, either and the soldiers were armed with mostly blasters, which as anyone would know, would not get along very well with lightsabers. Wolfe would have to deal with this one alone and he could not shake the feeling that he was outmatched.

Wolfe was not one to care much about feelings. He had been through many other impossible situations and prevailed against all odds. No matter what obstacle he faced, he had always either found a way to deal with it, or failing that, to work around it. He would do so again, now.

Planting his feet firmly onto the ground, Wolfe raised his own lightsaber in a defensive Soresu stance, the midnight-black blade crackling and hissing angrily as it cut through the air. "I am Kainan Wolfe, Lord of Shrouds of the Shrouded Republic and Lord of Admirals of the Ancient Eye," he said, eyes locked onto his opponent's.

"Five hundred and thirty-seven," Wolfe announced, his voice cold, calm and steady. "That is the number of civilians your organization has killed. Two hundred and fifteen of them were children. Tell me, Jedi, is this the much praised path of the Lightside? Is this what your precious Jedi code teaches you to do? Don't pretend to be a paragon of virtue. I can sense the Darkside in you.

 

[Aeron Tosh]

Post: 5

Objective: A (Espionage)

Allies: TAE

Aeron received a message from [member="Kainan Wolfe"], telling him to leave the compound before the impending doom that was about to be brought upon the enemy forces. Aeron made his way to the exit of the compound and escaped unscathed, and used his disguises to gain more information on the Hand of Light's soldiers. While Wolfie and Sam spent their time destroying more ground troops.

During Aeron's continuous scouting of the enemy forces he was suddenly distracted by the sight of a man wearing old, rugged robes leaping into the air and crushing into the ground, followed by a double-bladed lightsaber being used to dispatch soldiers with ease. It was the old jedi master, Vendrick.

Aeron knew Vendrick wasn't going to allow the Hand of Light to be destroyed so easily but he didn't think the invasion would make the old jedi do something as reckless and impulsive as jumping in the center of a battlefield covered in his opponents. Either this jedi was really good, or really dumb.

Either way, Aeron knew he wouldn't let him win.

 

[Salij-Nekt]

As it happened one of the Jedi was stubborn, and possibly stupid enough, to holster their saber, bringing up their fists. As they moved, Salij knew that they were skilled in hand to hand combat. The Jedi approached the Anubian slowly, stepping in a wide circle around the Anubian. Salij kept his gaze them, turning on the spot. Waiting for the Jedi to make their move. But as time passed, Salij-Nekt saw that he would need to make his own first move. He skipped forward and made a swing, earning a jab in the ribs. Salij was unfazed as he made another swing, and another dodge and jab to his other side.

Salij merely laughed at this. This happened about three more times, till Salij began to see a pattern. He guessed the Jedi would break it soon. And they did after his sixth swing when they did two more jabs then went for a high kick. He caught their leg, they had put off their balance. With a toothy grin, the Anubian went to hit down on the leg, but the Jedi moved quickly, kicking up his face with their other leg.

Salij let go. But Salij, he was always quick to recover as anger drove him to reach out for their chest, gripping them by their shirt. He swung them about in a full 180 as he then brought them crashing into the ground, hard.

[member="Skorvek"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
​Location: The Valley
​Attention: [member="Kainan Wolfe"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"]

​Vendrick dashed forward, refusing to respond to the putrid words spewing from the man's mouth as he dashed forward, cutting down two of Kainan's men as he leapt towards him, side-stepping as he drew close to his left; jabbing a single blade of his staff towards Kainan's lower abdomen with force imbued speed.

​"Shut up and fight!"

​Vendrick would not allow the Ancient Eye to slay more of his people, yet Kainan spoke some truth. The Ancient Eye had broken the fragile truth that the Order had followed, showed them the fault of their ways. In many ways he felt it difficult to stomach the HoL's methods, but he would not bend to these criminal butchers. But deep down, he knew that darkness swirled deep in his heart, he would die here. He would die a martyr before it took control, this was his suicide.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Post #7​

Attn: [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Vendrick of Amar"]​

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• Objective A
  Valley near Hand of Light compound, Tund

Wolfe dodged and swung his blade at the same time, the midnight-black blade connecting with the fallen Jedi's emerald green. He only narrowly managed to avoid receiving a serious injury and only because he had anticipated the attack. Wolfe could not match the Kel-Dor's speed, skill, or mastery of the Force, not even by a fraction. His only chance was surprise and unpredictability.

His mind raced, analyzing and dissecting possibilities and he came to realize that he had to break the enemy's momentum. Reaching out with his free hand, Wolfe extended his senses outwards, grasping for the winding currents of the Force, bending them to his will. He lashed out with a telekinetic blast meant to unbalance the fallen master, or at least distract him.

He did not wait to see if the attack was successful. Dashing forward, he launched into a rapid flurry of attacks, swinging his blade in graceful, efficient moves. He slashed upwards diagonally, in Vaapad style, before switching the direction of the blade and using the momentum to follow up with quick, efficient Makashi jabs. Lashing out with a second telekinetic blast, Wolfe then pulled the currents of energy to him and jumped, performing an Ataru-style mid air attack. He alternated from form to form, seemingly at random, trying to confuse his opponent. Landing, he twirled the blade and swung backwards in a wide, sweeping arch that would cut his enemy in half if it managed to hit.

All around, the soldiers and the insurgents fought. The adrenaline rush given by the initial desperate charge, had passed and the terrorists began to lose momentum. Steadily, the Shrouded Republic's soldiers began to gain the upper hand, using their superior training and experience against their more numerous enemies.

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Post 4
Objective A

Lyra Was busy watching the pressure in the reactor slowly build up when she received the call for backup from Wolfe, it seems he had gotten himself in quite the predicament. While she was in no position to directly help him as she was currently sitting in the EWAR center inside a moving walker. The walker firing would probably kill Kainan, so that was out of the question. The reactor was building pressure slowly, but it would still be about 5-10 minutes before it went up. The bloody melee that they were engulfed in would be dififcult to blast into without killing people. She could however, try and draw their forces away from the battle, she was jamming their comms, but the comms jammer could do more than just jam, it could also transmit. The terrorist cell here used a very simple communications code, she had it broken within 5 minutes of landing.

If she could give false orders through the comms jamming, then she could try and draw troops away. She clicked on her mic using the jammer to broadcast a message to the enemy troops.

"This is Acting Commander Emily Andorran, I regret to inform you that most of the command chain is dead, a bomb hit the command bunker and killed them all in one go. I'm not sure how long we can keep this signal running so I will be brief. All available troops are hereby ordered to defend the south pass, we have reports of a massive enemy force moving in from that direction, we have not assessed the numbers yet, but its dire." Lyra then began to lower the transmission power, making it appear that she was being comms jammed. "We h#*@op(#e... W3(ell *#Fix it #*#( then!" She said, pretending to talk to somebody in the background. Afterward she abruptly cut the transmission.

Now she needed to help Wolfe. She transferred the reactor status monitor to her wrist computer and made her way up the ladder back into the cockpit. She grabbed the SR-284 from the weapons rack and then opened the gantry hatch on the side of the cockpit.

"Specialist Sarn what are you doing?" The pilot asked.

"Sshhhhhh im hunting jedi." She replied with a smirk.

[member="Vendrick of Amar"], [member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Aeron Tosh"]

(Apologies to the dude i accidentally tagged)

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
​Location: The Valley
​Attention: [member="Kainan Wolfe"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"]

​Vendrick pulled back as his opponent dodged to the side, knocking him back off his feet for a few moments with a telekinetic blast. Vendrick took a firm stance, holding his ground as Kainan attacked with a flurry of strikes, Vendrick dashed backward; keeping his distance as his opponent attempted to overwhelm him switching forms in attempt to catch the Jedi off-guard.

​However, he'd fought for too long and too hard not be wise to the man's tricks. Vendrick caught one of Kainan's Makashi strikes, using the momentum of the connection of their blades to side-step, attempting to jab at the man in his abdomen as he leapt into the air. Vendrick conserved his minimal energy, simply ducking out from under the attack and swerving back, bending his upper torso to narrowly dodge Kainan's wide slash. The Master used the force to throw his body upward, catching the edge of Kainans blade on the end of his wide arching attach.

​Keeping his staff held in both hands, using his opponents exposed body to strike with the mere twist of his wrist, pressing the second blade towards Kainans stomach as he took a singe step forward with his right leg, using momentum to empower his strike.

 

[Kiso]

• Objective B
  Desert Barracks Post #3

As the last of the mercenary forces retreaded regular TAE troopers came out from the surrounding sand dunes, pouring down fire onto the running enemy, finishing off the outside troopers, but the fight was only just starting. Soon though a new threat presented itself as a hail of heavy gunfire came from the barracks walls, spraying widely into the TAE forces approaching the compound over the dusty desert dunes, forcing Kiso to dodge and weave though the battle field, diving into cover with some regular troopers, who had been trying to flank.

"Well, this is something new", peaking her head above the dune Kiso scanned the current battle field, her SES analyzing and marking the several defensive emplacements along the wall. The gun emplacements looked similar to the E-web blasters, all but a bit more dug in, but still having the shooter exposed, well enough for a decent shooter to take them down, not her field of expertise, but knew someone was.

Switching over to her com-link Kiso contacted her personal squad member and designated sniper, "Wolf, I need your to target the left most gun emplacement and provide some cover fire along with Dingo, I'm gonna try and get close enough to fire my rpg and make a opening for our troops to advance".

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Jess and Dingo

"10-4 pineapple over and out", replied Markus, otherwise known as dingo, as he chewed on some hard candy, Kiso Kommandos eye for detail, slicer, gun-slinger and rouge like fella, "You get that wolf girl, arlight elevation 23, wind speed 14 west, fire when ready girl".

"I will never understand why K let you on the squad, and show her some more respect to while your at it", the sniper remarked elevating her gun to match the battlefield condition, "otherwise I'll be using you as practice". Markus just gave a short shrug before the sound of a semi-auto sniper went off, a slug traveling through their air penetrating the skull of the left most gunner, "Tango down, your good to move K".

[member="The Matador"]