The Burning of Thyferra | TSE Invasion of GA Held Thyferra Hex

[Subject 37]

Location: Xozhixi - Downtown
Allies: GA | [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
Enemies: TSE | [member="Ignis Imura"]

Jorg was not a complicated man.

Never had been.

He had no real interest in philosophy or politics. He had never cared about the difference between Jedi and Sith, not beyond the real of it anyway. To him they were ostensibly the same, only the fact that one side murdered innocent civilians really set them apart from each other. It was a simple difference if one really looked at it objectively, but it was enough for most to pick a side.

Jorg had once picked the wrong side, but not anymore.

The landing in the dumpster had not been a soft one, and a loud groan escaped him as he suddenly snapped back into life. The helmet shifted on his head, and a small thank you passed his lips. He was grateful to whomever had put together this armor, because without it he would probably have been dead. His eyes flicked around the small metal container, a curse escaping him as he noted that his gun had been lost. Jorg frowned and pulled himself up.

As soon as the top of the dumpster popped open he noted the scene.

The girl, whom he had seen earlier, standing there, the Sith half on his knees, and then...something nearly above his head.

Jorg's jaw dropped, and almost out reaction he drew the blaster pistol on his thigh. There was a loud noise as he powered the weapon, pointing it straight at the Sith's head...though not yet pulling the trigger.

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Xucphra City, Thyferra, Jaso Sector, Inner Rim​

Allies: The Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: The Sith Empire [member='Darth Caecus'], [member='Luca Thorne']​

Objective: Save a life​

As Aryn watched Caecus closely, he couldn't help but let a smirk cross his lips as he noted the fact that the shelves had indeed it her, hearing the hiss as he had pushed past. But before he could push for another attack, Aryn felt the rumbling of the distant crash of the Star Destroyer, before suddenly the glass and ash began to fly up and rain down upon them. Aryn turned his gaze back towards the Sith, regardless of their surroundings, he knew he had to focus on this, on her, he could not let the sith escape or get the drop on him as a result of the distractions that were surrounding him.

But then, Aryn watched as the Sith lord turned, and even then, dropped her lightsabers. Aryn didn't exactly know what to do at that point. He'd not ever seen or even heard of such a case occurring as he ran after the Sith, standing over her lightsabers for a moment as he disabled his own. He turned his gaze up towards where Caecus had run just in time to see her use the force to throw her ally away from where she had been, before he saw the rubble fall and collapse atop her.

Aryn was stunned. He stood in complete and utter awe for a moment as he stared at the rubble his opponent had disappeared under. He had never in his life seen, nor expected to ever see a Sith, or any dark-sider for that manner, make such a sacrifice for another, especially someone without the strength of the force within them. It was in that moment that Aryn clearly established that Caecus was clearly not like any Sith Lord he could have possibly expected or seen before. She was not in fact like any user of the dark side he had seen before, or perhaps would ever see again. Placing his lightsaber on his belt, Aryn hurried over to the rubble then. Very quickly, the soldier she had attempted to save faded from his mind, he was no longer Aryn's concern in that moment, pure instinct and compulsion drove Aryn now.

Reaching out with his feelings, Aryn searched for the feeling of Caecus' presence, and there it was. It was fainter than it had been, but he had found it. Holding his hands up, Aryn closed his eyes, death and misery surrounded him, but death lead to new life, and new life would come regardless of what occurred at the end of this great battle. He focused on it, let it flow through him and imbue him with the strength of the life. He latched onto the signature of Caecus and drew strength from there as well, and slowly, piece by piece, rubble began to lift. It was a slow process but it was sure, progressively Aryn was lifting all of the rubble that had collapsed atop her and moving it away, the Jedi standing open, completely at the mercy of the soldier she had thrown aside, and in that moment, attempting to save his own enemy.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Location: Xozhixi
Enemies: [member="Ignis Imura"]
Allies: [member="Jorg"]

So much happened.

The sudden raining of debris made her lunge freeze up. She was caught between tensing muscles of protecting herself from the debris and protecting herself from the sith. Index finger seized up over the blaster's trigger as the sith lifted his arms.

Wait.

Starburst-blues widened further at the red-shield. She caught the corner of the soldier getting out of the dumpster. The shield extended to him as well. Brak. Stars, she hoped he made it out with the kid and any other survivors he dragged from the wreckage. And um, the loot.

Blaster was still held between herself and the sith as she stared up at him. He was right there. She could see the struggle across his straining features. And she could fee it in the force. That part of herself she tried to bury and forget about. That part of herself that only came up when she was navigating ships or working the spaces within a crowd.

Kinsey was scared.

But then, a city over, there was hope. She felt him. [member="Kiriko"] She didn't dwell on how or why. But for the first time in a long time, she listened to that nudging inside and very slowly, still with a great measure of hesitation, she opened a part of herself up to the sith next to her. There were no words spoken, mental or verbal but the message was clear.

Strength? Take mine. But don't stay too long.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Xucphra City
Allies: Spice
Enemies: The star destroyer oh no
Frenemy: [member="Aria Vale"]


Joza blinked. Aria’s form began to twist and shift slightly as the Zeltron’s eyes unfocused on the woman in front of her, words sounding distant and somewhat garbled. Her danger sense thrummed to the point where it felt as if her chest was vibrating. Something was wrong, the Force was trying to tell her something but she was too inebriated to figure it out quick enough.

Her mind turned over and over as she tried to make sense of the situation as everything seemed to slow down around her. As Aria spoke of a crashing noise, Joza’s head lolled back. The image of a massive star destroyer breaking apart above them reflect in the vibrant green of her eyes. Lips parted slightly as if she were going to say something. No swear, no scream, nothing came out. Some things were more powerful than spice, and that was the instinct that kicked in just a little too late. Self preservation. Survival.

From muscle memory, Joza took a wide stance, knees bent slightly and arms held out with her palms facing forward. Her face firmed as if she were sober as she drew upon what she could of the Force. A thin barrier bubbled around her but she was unfocused and exhausted, small trails of blood dribbling from either side of her mouth. The Zeltron absorbed the bulk of the impact before her barrier shattered and allowed large chunks of debris to rain down on her position.

One struck her in the back of the neck and she hacked, hobbled a few steps and collapsed into unconsciousness.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Xucphra City, Thyferra.
Allies: [member="Darth Caecus"]
Enemies: [member="Aryn Teth"]
Objective: Fire and Blood?

Things happened too quickly for him.

From one moment to the next he was flying into the corner of the room and then the world was filled with chaos, screams, rubble and the shrinking image of Kith's face a moment before she disappeared in the rubble. There was a screech in his ears and for a moment that was all there was, this man, tired and angry and useless in the face of everything fate had just thrown on them. A decision was made then. But he wouldn't know that until much, much later.

He slowly rose just in time to see the Jedi skid to a halt near the rubble.

Some things were simply bred into you, formed in your instincts from the day you came out of the clone creche. Aryn was lucky that his creator hadn't been the same as Kith's. Or maybe even the Dark Lord himself. He would have been executed on the spot, if Luca had been. Instead the scatter gun was aimed, resting easily on his forearm and waiting patiently.

"I am no Jedi, no Sith, just a man." Luca warned through the slowly receding screech between his ears. "A month ago... you would have been dead." He still might be, but not right now.

Not when Kith's life was at stake here.

Oh, Thorne was pretty sure he could get to her in time. He was strong and fast, but how much energy would that cost? How much damage would Kith go through when all that levitating rubble would fall back down on her. "Get that rubble off of her and you can have your life." Was it the truth? Would Luca let his Jedi go?

Did Kith matter this much to him that he would turn his back on the mission?

Brows furrowed in concern and thought, fingers curling tighter against the shotgun. Why couldn't this be a Silver Jedi? Those maniacs would have made it easy for him to execute them.

 

[Rosalina]

Location: Xucphra City, Thyferra
Allies: TSE and good friends
Enemies: GA and mean friends, [member="Vaudin Miir"] who is mean
Objective: Nap time

Alm was tired. Her species had smaller heats on average and were not built for long bouts of combat. Not that this one had been particularly long, but the Nasvalo’s stamina needed work. She was rash and had used energy inefficiently, and now she only had one limb that remained free of paralysis. To Alm, this was something permanent. She did not understand stun bolts.

The hammer left her grasp and was sent spinning toward Miir when she felt a strange pressure against her nose. Alm was still a novice to use of the Force and it still startled her a bit when she was able to feel its effects on her. Her heart was pounding out of her chest as she panicked inwardly. The Force pushed against the tip of her nose and sent her backwards. Because she had lost control over her legs, the young woman toppled backwards, head making contact with the ground.

Whether her hammer had hits its mark or not she did not know—all Alm knew was that the burning world faded from her vision as she slipped into blunt force and exhaustion induced unconsciousness.

One thought threaded through her mind before everything went silent: I failed.

 

[Vaudin Miir]

Location: Xucphra City, Thyferra
Allies: ORC GA
Enemies: [member="Alm"] Giant Nuna
Objective: I think I've been drugged

The giant Nuna flew at him feathers trailing in the air as it flapped its wings. The loud 'Bakaw' echoed in his ears as time seemed to slow. His eyes met the nuna's beady black eyes that screamed a total lack of anything like intelligence. How had she done it? How had she made the thing appear like that? She had been holding a hammer one second. The next the wind blew dust over him and there was the Nuna. Where did the hammer go...?

"Kark me." He said as the Nuna hammer slammed into his already broken hand as he clutched it to his chest. His feet didn't get the take off order in time and left the deck as he went down hard on his back. His feet made the landing a moment later and both head and feet agreed that he had just broke some ribs.

He groaned loudly as he rolled on the ground. The pain wasn't terrible but that may have been because he was feeling an odd numbness throughout his body. He coughed hard, and yeah, he felt that alright. A jolt of deep hot pain shot through his chest before slowly fading away again.

With a good deal of effort he rolled to his side and spoke into his comm.

"This is Miir." He said through gritted teeth, "I'm down, need an ORC medic and an ORC squad with big damn cuffs for this Sith...thing. Not GA, ORC. Bring bacta and booze. Miir out."

"Copy, Vaud." A voice said, "On our way."

Slowly Vaudin got to his feet and stumbled over to the girl and nudged her with his foot.

"Jerk" he said before flopping down on his backside next to her, "If you weren't so dumb I would have shot your face."

He pulled his blaster and pointed it at her head.

"Force damn it." He said letting the blaster rest on his lap. "Dumb kid."

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Evacuate as many civilians as possible
Allies: GA [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Taheera Sollo"] [member="Corinne Coolidge"] [member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Cato Marek"] [member="Vaudin Miir"]
Enemies: SE [member="Kor Vexen"] [member="Baron Morcus"]

[Medvac]

"Any civilians left to save will be inside the Force-barrier a Jedi has created to his own peril; approach is not safe. We saved all the medvac we can; we're not going to go for another pass until the debris have fallen"

The enemy flagship being destroyed, debris were falling all over the place. She also sensed that, for every life that was poofed in the disaster, friend, foe, civilian or other, the no-win character of the situation increased. She was no stranger to no-win engagements, but Thyferra was by far the most bitter engagement she fought in terms of the consequences of a no-win engagement. Even more so than defending Cardea Medical Center in Sullust's orbit. Even more so than Ison, even though Ison was not a no-win engagement. Maybe [member="Kiriko"]'s death would soften the blow somewhat, just that the effects of two enemy capital ships being downed over a city were already started to be felt. A noble sacrifice, yes, one that would buy the remaining medvac teams some time to finish evacuating whatever civilians could be evacuated. But [member="Baron Morcus"] will soon realize that sending fighters after the medvac will put his fighters dangerously close to the main fleet and hence being picked off by point-defense in addition to the fighters being deployed. Once again, however, the anti-aircraft opened fire at the Tylenol. Under the emotional weight of so many civilian casualties, the poor Twi'lek admiral collapsed on the floor, shaken by the disturbance in the Force that such casualty rates created. Perhaps, if one of the three remaining destroyers over Xucphra was damaged without being destroyed, we may be able to use the Chernobog's heavy tractor beam to pull the most heavily damaged of the surviving ships away from the city's airspace, she thought, while her body collapsed on the floor, with her back slamming violently. But there was so much smoke that she couldn't tell whether or not the volley did cause damage to any of the three SDs, if any, even though debris from the battlecruiser will buffet them, drain their shields.

"Are you all right, admiral?" the security officer asked, after seeing her commander collapse on the floor.

"Not... quite. I might have... escaped... the worst, just... so much death below" she said, having trouble to have coherent speech, with her collapse leading her to feel her lekku being crushed on impact. The situation in the city was just as bad as any malpractice, and she knew as much.

Spoiler: Medvac

ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser) | Shields: 50% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser) | Shields: 70% | Hull: 90% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Prozac (Cardea-class medical cruiser) | Shields: 60% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Ibuprofen (Cardea-class medical cruiser) | Shields: 75% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

128 M47 Illria ambulances (returned to ship, several of which are damaged)

 

[Vandra Zambrano]

Location: Xucphra City, Thyferra
Objective: Murder,Maim,Burn.
Allies: TSE
Enemies: [member="Stephanie Swail"]
Gear: Her Sabers.

She giggled like a schoolgirl at the result of her attack the result of the pain delivered by such a blow combined with the force siphon was abit much for the young one as she noticed her collapse in fear with the revelation that her gift was being taken piece by piece and feeding her making her stronger then before, She clipped one saber keeping the other out and active as she walked towards the ever so weakening Jedi it was quite the surprise that she was trying this hard to keep her will intact although Jedi have always been a interesting creature in terms of stubbornness. She felt a rumble from a ship crashing in the distance fortunately she was out of its destructive path, She saw the Jedi struggle in a last bastion of strength grab her shield like a frisbee and throw towards her in the hopes that will do something. She merely grinned and stretched out her hand using force Rage and protect to physically catch the shield in her hand, She looked at the shield before situating it on her person where she could carry it before heading over to the young girl who laid there before she stood above her a safe distance in case she tried to swipe at her with a blade or anything else.

It is good to know that such a pretty thing has the resolve to keep going despite how hopeless the battle is, It has been fun little pet but I do not intend to damage my toy too much so soon. I have many brothers and sisters who would enjoy your company and now it is time to meet them.

She said this as she went to knock her out with her own shield, That was her hope anyway.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Location: Xucphra City, Thyferra
Objective: Aid the Galactic Alliance | Repel the Sith
Allies: GA et al
Enemies: [member="Vandra "]| TSE et al
Gear: Lightsaber | ‘Dagger Of Light’ | ‘Shield Of Light’

The breath caught in Stephanie's throat as the shield seemed to fall right into the palm of the Sith's hand. It was then she knew she was doomed.

”Master, please forgive me for failing.”

Stephanie had come to aid the Alliance alone, and without the consent of her Master [member="Valae Kitra"] to whom she reached out as far as possible with her Force bond. Fingers dug into the warm grit as the Sith came closer, her boots pushing her body back inches.

Not radiating fear - as best she could - the Padawan narrowed her eyes and didn't look away from the dark burning eyes of her opponent.

Trust in the Force.

The shield, chipped colour of blue and crimson, flashed before her eyes as the Sith brought it up and across her face.

Stephanie's world, quite literally, fell dark as she collapsed backwards onto the ground out cold.

 

[Elijah King]

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Location: Space ---> Xucphra (Fleeting)
Objective: Ground Support, Medivac, Firefighting
Allies: Galactic Alliance and Friends [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Opposition: Sith Empire [member="Baron Morcus"], [member="Zahori Denko"] (*waves*), [member="Kor Vexen"], [member="Scipio Alta"]
Directly Engaging: TBD

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"...price negotiations seem to be delayed by the weather," the Beorni was remarking, speaking into the screen that was aglow on his wrist. The bracer-like wristlink was recording a message for transmission to Kashyyyk, where he hoped it might reach Master [member="Valae Kitra"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/10090-valae-kitra/ or [member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/1413-matsu-ike/"]Matsu Ike"][/URL]. "Cloudy with a chance of orbital bombardment, I'm afraid."

Just as a Sith armada made its exit from the system, Silver warships of the Alliance-based First Expeditionary Group began to revert into high orbit above the northern pole of Thyferra, answering the distress calls of Knight Howlingfjord. Gradually the strike group descended as it made its way down to low orbit over Xucphra.The strike group was a little larger that what was the norm for such Silver formations, but as the principal supplier of bacta across the galaxy, Thyferra was a strategic location of the highest order. Any major disruptions to the flow of bacta from Thyferra would have major ramifications for a long time to come. The Silver Jedi may have its bacta producing medical ships, but it would be a long time before they could ever manufacture enough to cover Thyferra’s slack in the event of its downfall.

However, as Elijah witnessed the burning fields and forests below from his feeds, his heart sank as he realized that he may be too late.

<Sir, the Sith Armada detected has apparently retreated,> Bahamut reported. <but one other large enemy formation remains. Likely GE vessels according to profiles and drive signatures. They’re currently being engaged by Admiral Thuku of Therapy Command.>

His forces may have come too late to save the bacta facilities, but he would do what he could to save whoever remained, and help drive the Sith back to their dank corner of the Outer Rim.

Elijah took a few moments to study the positions of the opposing formations, then was left frowning. The GE formation was dangerously close overhead the city. Meaning any fallout or stray shots that missed would result in large collateral. It had already, as he could see massive hunks of entire ship sections strewn all across the area. Though a force field appeared to be keeping at least part of the city safe from said debris. Not being Force Sensitive, he couldn’t perceive what the field really was, or its paranormal origins, and so he didn’t considering asking about it thinking it was just a normal theater shield.

“Admiral Thuku,” Elijah started as he hailed his GA counterpart over an encrypted line. “This is Admiral King of the First Expeditionary Group. The main Sith enemy armada I came for looks to have fled, so I can throw my full attention into ground support and medivac.”

“I recommend you break off from any direct ship engagements with the enemy formation over Xucphra and deploy boarding teams to hijack the ships. We can’t risk anymore ships being downed while there’s still any civilians left in the city, even with the theater shield in place. We also need to do something about the fires. I’ll be in position to support within the next 15 minutes.”

Within the hangars of the Bahamut and other ships, Rangers and SSC paramedic teams alike began to mobilize for surface action, boarding dropships and shuttles. Wings of starfighters and airspeeders disgorged from their motherships to run escort duty, and eventually, engage enemy fighters for air dominance.

<Lieutenant Hayle, has contact be established with Knight Howlingfjord?>

While the two cyborgs communicated over their neural links, the senior comms officer couldn’t help but shake her head out of habit.

<Negative, I haven’t been able to reach any of our people planetside.>

<Keep trying. Someone sent the distress call. We're not leaving this hellhole without them.>

It would be a cruel joke for Elijah to have arrived to lose Howlingfjord just as he had answered his call.

Order of Battle

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  1x Tenchu-class Dreadnought - Bahamut
  
  4x KF-01B Fencer Kai Droid Starfighter Squadron (96)
  

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  2x Centurion Battlecruiser - Choa, Kyungri
  
  6x RAF-01 X-wing Starfighter Squadron, Interceptor Configuration (72)
  
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  3x RAF-01 X-wing Starfighter Squadron, Anti-ship Configuration (36)
  
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  4x KF-01 Fencer Droid Starfighter Squadron (96)
  
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  6x RAF-01 Y-wing Bomber Squadron, Standard Configuration (72)
  

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4x Okami-class Heavy Cruiser - Accalia, Bardolf, Luperca, Rollo

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1x Shield Carrier - Kappa

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1x Boram-class Hospital Cruiser- Sirona

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  1x RAF-01 X-wing Starfighter Squadron, Interceptor Configuration
  

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2x Nebel-class ELINT Frigate - Ashla, Horus

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4x Meteor-class Assault Frigate - Nessie, Manticore, Gremlin, Yeti

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10x Kometa Rampships - R1-R10

 

[guest.224]

Location: Thyferra
Affiliation: Sith Empire
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Arix Askrima"] - Galactic Alliance
Current Enemy of Focus: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Objective: Kill the Force-user

It would have been wrong for Vahliath to assume the Force would not come into play as a saviour once again - and even more wrong if his enemy assumed Vahliath was not expectant on that scenario materialising. Both of them knew how to manipulate the Force, however uniquely they applied themselves to it. Strength, peace, passion and focus burned all at once, forever unbalancing the power at play. Through that, Vahliath adopted passion, strength and focus. Abused it. Altered it. Analysed it. The distinct feeling of even a subtle push and alteration in the air failed to escape his perception. An analytical way of thinking and observing provided him with a certain focus which helped him determine the next course of actions - sometimes. No, he was no teller of fortunes; most of those died with the old world. Vahliath was nothing more than a man who liked to analyse, observe and respond. In that sense, at least.

When Vahliath felt the first signs of the Force thicken the air, he responded with a certain swiftness in his relation. Agile was he, a perk which came with a youthful physique. As the Force was hurled towards him, the Sith used the remnants of his own manipulated Force and compacted it beneath his risen heels to build up a momentum for his frame. Once the wave of power reached the point of potential danger, the Force beneath his frame expanded, propelling Vahliath’s body over his enemy in a single leap. He successfully landed behind [member="Coren Starchaser"] amidst finishing that Force-empowered hurl, skidding across the soil and bringing himself to a halt via sinking his digits into the grit. As he came to stand, Vahliath clenched his digits together into a fist and proceeded to attack the opposing Force-user after standing. He repeatedly swung his blade from left to right, manoeuvring it in such a way so it was nothing more than white blur. Then he finally attacked. Vahlath suddenly stopped swinging his weapon in such a way, and finally proceeded with a definite sway of his sword from the right towards Coren’s left hip.

 

[Zef Halo]

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FACTION: THE SITH EMPIRE
ALLIES: BLUE LEADER [what remains of it] [member="Syrena Colsin"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Baron Morcus"]
ENEMIES: [member="Cale Gunderson"] | [member="Roth Tillian"]
EQUIPMENT: ARMOR - RIFLE - SIDEARM - GRENADES - WEIRD PAPER
UNIT: STILETTO COMPANY, 42nd AIRBORNE DIVISION

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Scipio remained vigilant even when tending to LT Darrena, helping the medic with whatever he needed. His eyes danced on the HUD looking for any signs of threats or vital information and as if he was talking about the devil...

A Star Destroyed had been downed in atmosphere. He needed no confirmation to see it for himself. The behemoth of a ship plummeted downwards towards the city. Scipio could not help but feel fear and helplessness. 't was a mix of shortness of breath, cold running down his spine and a lump in his throat.

He watched the scene frozen as if he had seen death's maw itself.

The ship's fall resulted in a massive, ear deafening explosion along with hundreds of calls to get to cover and lay down. Even when struck by fear, Scipio could toss a few commands to lay down to all his soldiers before he put himself over the injured lieutenant of Blue Squadron to cover her. The medic had already gone down on the ground in a brace position.

Screeching, the shockwave arrived with fury. A wave vigorously trying to tear everything in its path. Alta could feel the impact despite the capabilities of his armor, even worse he could feel the wave trying to pick him up and hurl him away but he stood like a mountain. Unmovable. Giving his good byes mentally if this was the end.

The momentous shockwave felt like eternity and when it passed, Scipio felt a relief shower his back. A mountain of burden disappeared.

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Meanwhile at SSGT Tusk's position...

The platoon had moved on from Scipio's position, spread out and covering wider grounds. As per standard, a squad would pass by the wreckage looking for any prisoners of war. Considering the wreckage, most were sure that whoever piloted the junk would've been dead.

A few members of Tusk's squad approached the wreckage to inspect when an explosion sent them flying either dead or definitely out of the fight.

SSGT Tusk quickly reacted. Encountering threat levels was high, he had to be as cautious and aware as much as he could.

:: We've got casualties!!! ::

:: Tusk, what's goin- :: Sgt. Lena Nava of the second squad came through but was cut off.

:: Life-form scanners, NOW!!!:: Ssgt Tusk roared. :: Fire on ANYTHING down there. ::

Tusk was not the pragmatic that Alta was, he was a bully. A massive soldier capable of executing any orders with whatever cost. Reminiscent of Lord Kor Vexen.

The life-form scanners were switched on the soldiers' HUDs and a silhouette of a man somewhere in the wreckage lit their screens. Fire erupted at the man's position from almost every side due to their half-circle formation. Meanwhile, a few other men from the other squads were dispatched as possible reinforcement.

Yet, as they fired, the shockwave of the Star Destroyer's explosion arrived sending those who were late to go down flying away either or lightly or badly injured while the rest on the ground remained in a brace position until it passed before they focused on the target their life-form scanners indicated wherever it might be.

 

[Taa Nul]

Location: Xucphra City, Thyferra
Allies: The Sith Empire, [member="Kor Vexen"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Elijah King"]
Objective: Destruction
Post: 3


It was done. Xucphra was burning, and despite the loss of one Star Destroyer, Morcus considered this a successful operation. He and his troops quickly re-boarded their transports, which quickly departed back to the Star Destroyers above. Their TIE squadrons quickly fell back from the engagement with Cathul's fleet, returning to the hangar bays. Their job was done, for now. As his fleet began it's ascent, they suddenly unleashed one final volley of turbolaser fire in a precise pattern before ceasing after a minute. When the smoke had cleared, a large Imperial insignia, carved into the soil of a field outside of the capital using the turbolasers was revealed. One parting gift from the Empire, so that Thyferra would remember what was done here today.

As they reached orbit, Morcus sent out one final transmission on all open channels. "Ahh! The great heroes suddenly arrive to save the day. Alas, you've arrived too late. We have already finished our work. Let this be a warning. Interfere in the Empire's business again, and Thyferra will be the least of what we are capable of.", he said in a cold, calculating tone. He turned his head to the ship's captain. "Tell the fleet to jump to lightspeed. We're done here.", Morcus said with a nod, his fleet quickly departing from the sector.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Evacuate as many civilians as possible
Allies: GA [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Taheera Sollo"] [member="Corinne Coolidge"] [member="Elijah King"] [member="Cato Marek"] [member="Vaudin Miir"]
Enemies: SE [member="Kor Vexen"]

[Medvac]

It took a while for Cathul to get up, under the shock of the sheer amount of casualties the destruction of first, the Imperial Star Destroyer and second, the Sith battlecruiser, over Xucphra has caused, notwithstanding the noble sacrifice of one [member="Kiriko"] that alloowed the creation of a Force-powered theater shield. But, because there were at least some bacta labs well outside the major cities, it was a question of time until the fires would actually get to the remaining labs. It also appeared that the Imperials have retreated from the system in the time it took her to get up, during which time the Silver Jedi fleet has arrived. Especially given the time it took that group to get from whatever staging area to Thyferra, it did not surprise her - they may have been able to get from Sullust to the Metharian Nebula (better known as L-49) and still be able to get to Barrini and Hapspir in the time it took the other GA fleets to get from Sullust to Triaxis, but responding to a distress call on Thyferra was another matter entirely. These Imps: they flee when the going get rough, she thought, after getting up.

"We're being hailed" the communications officer reported in, after receiving the reports.

"Patch it through"

“Admiral Thuku,” Elijah started as he hailed his GA counterpart over an encrypted line. “This is Admiral King of the First Expeditionary Group. The main Sith enemy armada I came for looks to have fled, so I can throw my full attention into ground support and medivac.”

"Admiral King, it also appears the Imperial fleet has broken off and fled the system. You are cleared for forest firefighting operations"

"With air superiority once again ours, medvac may resume"

"With the Imps having retreated, the Sith find themselves at much reduced strength in the area, and the airspace is safe enough, but while we can send medvac down there, around the theater shield, any medvac must be escorted on CAP duty, weapons tight. All Chiloon-I squadrons must return to ship and be outfitted with cryoban in their bomb bays"

The 128 medvac ambulances were headed down to the surface, concentrated near the theater shield in Xucphra, with the expectation of finding more survivors in or around the shield not already collected by other parties. Escorting the air vehicles are nine squadrons of Chiloon-IIs who can strafe at any enemy that would come after the medvac. For once that hope is just starting to return to Thyferra after all the hellfire and brimstone that resulted from the Sith attack, the 204 fighters that returned back to ship were being loaded with the same fire retardants as used in damage control. Like cryoban. Filling the bomb bay with fire retardant wasn't the same as outfitting it with those big fat bombs. Now was the time to get cracking and save whatever was left of Thyferra's forests. May Kiriko's sacrifice mean an actual return of hope among Thyferra's population; with the enemy fleets gone, I have to use the fire-retarding cryoban onboard so that his sacrifice does not happen in vain, she thought, as the first squadrons of Chiloon-Is are departing the fleet to drop cryoban all over the surrounding forests on fire.

Spoiler: Summary of actions

• Sent the medvac down to the theater shield's edges, with escorting craft
• Sent the remaining 17 squadrons over the forest, filled with cryoban

Spoiler: Medvac

ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser) | Shields: 60% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser) | Shields: 80% | Hull: 95% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Prozac (Cardea-class medical cruiser) | Shields: 70% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Ibuprofen (Cardea-class medical cruiser) | Shields: 85% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

128 M47 Illria ambulances (several damaged)

Spoiler: Battle fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Chernobog (Chernobog-class artillery carrier) | Shields: 30% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Circumstantial Evidence (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) | Shields: 30% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Unenforceable Contract (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) | Shields: 25% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Factual Basis (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) | Shields: 25% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Impugnment (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier) | Shields: 20% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Ordnance Handler (C-9980-class frigate) | Shields: 50% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Refueling Technician (C-9980-class frigate) | Shields: 50% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Damage Controller (C-9980-class frigate) | Shields: 65% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Positive KITA (Skor-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 90% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
ANS Negative KITA (Skor-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 95% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A

ANS Lorentzian Hygiene (Skor-class monitor frigate) | Shields: 90% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
S-1 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
S-2 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
S-3 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A
S-4 (Spirit-class picket corvette) | Shields: 100% | Hull: 100% | Firing at: N/A


Attack craft:

204 Chiloon-I fighters
108 Chiloon-II fast bombers

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Location: Ground Somewhere
Allies: [member="Roth Tillian"], GA
Enemies: [member="Scipio Alta"] and his thing for scalps
Objective: Rambo First Blood

The explosion claimed several, injured some others, but those that lived had turned on their scanners, and now bolts of energy filled the air. Cale brought up his blaster and squeezed the trigger, flinging bolts back at the troopers as he tried best to keep himself in cover among the trees, but the troopers had him nearly surrounded. The forest wasn't going to save him. A blast clipped his shoulder, scorching through his jumpsuit and burning away the flesh it passed over. He let out a cry of pain before another bolt skimmed across his side.

He turned and shot thrice in the shooters direction, but before anything else could happen, it seemed as if the planet itself was coming apart. Cale braced himself as the shockwave passed over, flinging some of his would-be killers and him as well. A Star Destroyer had just come down in atmosphere, whoever was on it, and any unfortunate enough to be closer than him was likely dead.

Cale had been thrown head first into a tree, and though the helmet had taken the blow and left him unharmed aside from the throbbing in his head, the visor was covered in a spiderweb of cracks. It was useless now. Cale pried the helm from his head and pressed himself to the ground as blaster bolts swarmed overhead. This was the end, it had to be.

His mind wandered to Marek and Davin, the only family he had in the chaotic hole that was the galaxy. They wouldn't even know he'd tried to make things right, that he had even lived to try. He thought of Coruscant, of the temple he'd grown up in, and then burned. He thought of the friends he'd been forced to betray because of the darkness the soldiers around him served. He thought of the horror in [member="Tallia Farn"]'s eyes when he'd put on that damn mask.

He'd let them all down. He hadn't been strong enough to free himself from the control until the damage was already done, and now he was going to die alone in the woods without ever having done a thing to stop it.

Like hell.

Cale reached in his jacket and withdrew the cylinder. "There is no emotion; there is peace." He mumbled pushing himself upwards, thinking back to the countless times he'd had the mantra drilled into his head. "There is no ignorance; there is knowledge." The blaster fell to the ground and a second hand wrapped around the hilt he'd made so long ago on Ilum, but he'd made more than a weapon that day anyway, he'd met a friend he'd done wrong. "There is no passion; there is serenity." Frankly he'd never paid that one as much mind, the previously mentioned friend had certainly stirred some passion in him when he'd harbored a crush on her. "There is no death; there is the Force." Yeah, he was about to see.

He thumbed the ignition and with a snap-hiss the cobalt blade sprung to life, and with it Cassian Feryn was gone, all that remained was Cale Gunderson, Jedi Knight. Shedding the falsehoods he had hidden behind Cale rocketed forward, deflecting blaster fire every which way and weaving between the trees. Closing the gap between himself and the closest troopers he descended onto them in a flash, slashing and spinning, attempting to carve through the three soldiers he'd just pounced onto.

 

[Zef Halo]

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FACTION: THE SITH EMPIRE
ALLIES: BLUE LEADER [what remains of it] [member="Syrena Colsin"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Baron Morcus"]
ENEMIES: [member="Cale Gunderson"] | [member="Roth Tillian"]
EQUIPMENT: ARMOR - RIFLE - SIDEARM - GRENADES - WEIRD PAPER
UNIT: STILETTO COMPANY, 42nd AIRBORNE DIVISION

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The squad's tactic was clear. Utilize a pincer maneuver and suppress the position of the enemy from all possible sides. Always have a flanking advantage. Things were simple and they would've been simple if it weren't for the cover of the wreckage, the trees and the shockwave of a ship crashing that sent the squad in a momentary situation of disorganization.

As they hammered on the position of the enemy, they least expected the appearance of a blue lightsaber and an unnaturally fast man tearing through the ranks.

:: Jedi!!! :: Ssgt Tusk's voice roared through the platoon's comm channels and soon the whole platoon were madly dashing towards Squad One's position.

Someone picked up the light machine blaster gun from the body of a fallen comrade and took to firing rapidly at the Jedi along with his squad mates. Their goal - to overwhelm the Jedi with fire leaving him pinned and focused on not allowing a shot to reach him.

Meanwhile, as the whole platoon was on a double time to Ssgt Tusk's position, so was LT Scipio Alta. He had left the wounded pilot to the medic and a few other soldiers as guard before he hasted towards the Jedi's alleged location.

He wanted his scalps.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Thyferra Jungles, Outside of Xucphra City
Allies: TSE - [member=Ao'Xian]
Enemies: The Squishy Ones. -- [member="Arix Askrima"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Nearby: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Noah Corek"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Vandra "] | @Vahliath Imperious

The blinding fire rushed into his eyes and it was all that Kazmai could do to close them, averting his head just a fraction.

Instead the flare burned a score past his nuzzle, cheek and dissipated a few years behind him. The pain did not consume him, but the roar bubbling up in his lungs was released to give the pain a place to vent. It was the Force that warned him of the flip. His eyes rushed open just as the Jedi began their pass over his head- if the pain had not been clenching his muscles he might have tried to snatch Arix from the air.

Smash him with his bare hands against the rocks, until its form was broken and limp.

Squish squish.

The pain prevented him from thinking so rational though.

Rather it was his hammer once more that lashed out, making an arc just prior to the apex of the Jedi's flip. If connected the hammer would once more release a shockwave, this one less intense (because the mass it hit was substantially less forceful as that of the solid ground), before Kazmai would push to the side and attempt to get his eyes on the cyborg once more.

Difficult.

His vision saw double, triple, it was only the Force that kept his aim true.

Without it Kazmai would have been a newborn whelp.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Location: On ground Thyferra

Objective: Defend the Bacta Lab [Second New objective: Finding Kiriko]
Allies: [member="Fel Drisk"]
Enemies: [member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Sarez"]
Equip: Saber | The Heavenshield | Armour


Thyferra is burning. The Sith had achieved their evil, horrid objective, at a high cost to the people of this planet and the Alliance, even at a high cost to them as well. This is the what the galaxy has to face, since time started of Sith and Jedi and one could contemplate the idea that the galaxy would be better off without either of them. But that is not the reality, this galaxy is one in which they exist and the perpetual war between them would remain no matter which tried to kill the other. The Sith would continue their warped philosophy of peace deeming it achieved through hard rule, but then they would tell you that peace is a lie .. The Jedi fighting against this wanting to give the galaxy freedom to choose for themselves, which will never work either. There is always someone, somebody to rip it from them. The Sith are right in the sense that peace will never be, but at least there is still hope of it. And that is what the Jedi fight for.

And that is what [member="Kiriko"] had sacrificed his life for. To save others in hope that someone would live, and maybe that person might be the answer to all hope in the future. A small child that would grow up and try to change the world, or become it's champion. That person however was not here at the bacta lab, the attack by the Sith led by this woman and the other inside it, had won the day in that regard. Death flowed through the force from the souls dying within it, the soldiers around it from both sides and there would only be a few that would walk away to tell the tale. Theo's mission had failed, without back up that was always going to be the outcome, he could only hope that the other man fighting in the lab had gotten away, escaped to fight another day against this horror.

He was distracted, anyone would be in the circumstances. Kiriko was not just another Jedi to Theo, he was Theo's friend and padawan. A gentle being the likes he had never met before, and so generous with life always giving to those around him, whoever they were. The galaxy had lost a treasure in him. And his 'presence' would not be lost, not be forgotten nor the ultimate sacrifice. This gave Theo a strong resolve, at this point he realised that all he had been doing was nothing, his own lack of skills to be able to fight the fight was brought home to him against this woman and if he is to march with the good toward the evil, he needed to find his place in the galaxy once more. And that was not with the Iron Empire, it was with the Jedi.

He turned to face her one last time, the whirling debris pulled from the falling metal and bits of structure from the destruction of the city, the ships or whatever lay strewn formed in a vortex around him, raining down over him. He noted she moved with less stability, he had, at least, debilitated her somewhat, but not enough to stop her. He narrowed his view on her, there will be another day in which to fight her again, and when that time comes, he will be more prepared, better skilled.

Theo pulled his shield to his body to protect it from damage, which it did but it could not shield his entire body. He felt the hard thud of metal and debris hit is back and legs causing him to falter, pain shot through his body as his armour began to break, ribs cracked and broke, his arm now fractured sent searing pain to his shoulder and his grip on his lightsaber loosened, he would not have the ability to hold it with any resolve. Just for a moment he looked at it, his saber a gift from Kiriko to his master. Kiriko would not want Theo to seek revenge for his death, not by this means, not by the saber which he built. So the blade extinguished and Theo clipped it to his belt securely. The vortex was sucking air from him, from around him and if he did nothing it would kill him.

The pain in his shoulder and arm as it raised it almost dull his mind and he fought against the blackness, the shield arm still braced through the strapped raised in unison placing the shield to his side continued to protect part of him, but that was not the intent. The lightside of the force centered at his core in a strong ball of energy which spread to his arms funneling along his length and he unleashed a powerful telekinetic blast against the wall of the vortex, it would be enough to break it, enough to give him time to escape it. And it was time to leave, whether she would follow after him remained to be seen but now he would find his way to the city and find Kiriko.

He spoke to the woman now, telepathy a skill he had since before he could talk, penetrated her mind. I will meet you again on the field of battle, you can be sure of it, this is not over. His words would be a cold as her mind.

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Location: Ground Somewhere
Allies: [member="Roth Tillian"], GA
Enemies: [member="Scipio Alta"] and his thing for scalps
Objective: Rambo First Blood

As soon as the last of the three fell, more were on him. He focused on not only deflecting the bolts poured onto him, but redirecting them back at the troopers who were pouring fire onto him. He couldn't stay here, if he stayed tied down they'd rout him and butcher him like an animal. Freeing one hand from the saber he pulled down a tree already damaged by the crash and hurled it at the trooper wielding the LMG, and those around him. It was an impressive spectacle, but an exhausting one.

Cale's concentration lapsed just enough for a bolt to slip through and skid along his ribs. Pain shot through him before adrenaline could drown it out, and for a moment he wanted to simply lay down and let it all go. But again, like hell. He bounded directly towards Tusk on the heels of the tree. He'd activated his distress beacon before going down, but help hadn't come yet, and he doubted it would. What mattered now was making sure that he didn't get surrounded.

So he would push up at Tusk, then if he wasn't dead he'd press through their flank and punch out, back towards the city. Barreling towards the Staff Sergeant, Cale reached out in the force and came to a halt, blocking oncoming fire with his saber as he drew in the fragments of wood that had undoubtedly splintered when the tree hit the ground. He drew them in, and in an instant, propelled them out like flechette. Primarily at Tusk, but also at any other trooper he could manages as his sabers darted back and forth, repelling blasts from every direction.

The bits of wood were of varying size, shape, and sharpness, but none of them would punch through armor. But if they caught any of the gaps? It was going to be extremely messy. Perhaps this wasn't the Jedi-approved way to use the force, but he didn't care. This was about survival.