The Earth will crack and burn -- [ One Sith vs ACA Dominion of Sev Tok ]

[Taeli Raaf]

Her transport landed, and as the ramp lowered, her troopers began firing out into the open. They had landed on the extreme left of the Sith landing zone and she could see some resistance had already formed up to repel them. Fools, everyone of them, the Sith might have a diplomatic mission for once the fighting was dealt with, but until then . . .

"Advance," she ordered, and the Sith troopers streamed out of the transport, her double-bladed saber igniting in front of her and batting back blaster bolts at the defender. Lightning crackled from her hand, blasting two of the defenders back into a wall and cooking them as the advance on her side began.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Elara kept moving, kept watching her master, the crystal had been loaded itno the weapon, the rest of her squad cintinuing their work. The one moving with the vong's fighting claws protruding from her hands as she slashed into the ones who came after them. They were testing the waters but her master was working on the real prize. The pistol while it glowed with the force energies in the blaster. They were looking at the other two while Elara sliced into an enemy pushing her presence in the force over another. Just as she was taught, just as each of them were taught to make themselves stronger and more powerful. "It is almost ready, continue to push towards the groups. we'll test it on them." Elara looked at the four others and gave a nod of her head.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Carach still had to get used to the slurring, part of him pondered if there wasn’t a better way of doing this, it had to be some kind of mental block that was preventing him from using the Force while being sober. Some kind of… meta plot power skill that was part of a concept instilled from the outside, hmm… perhaps a Velok Emblem could do something about that.

Sadly he didn’t have one in reach right now, or he would have immediately tried it out on his apprentice, instead he simply looked for a few more moments. Taking note of the best way to approach the building and then throwing it all out of the window. There would probably be Jedi inside and outside the Temple, there was no sure way of getting this on.

‘Yes.’ the Sith Lord finally answered, while noting the fact that the temple guards had finally spotted them. Some of them ran in, but even more ran out and made a cordon. ‘Take the men, crush the resistance.’

He’d watch for a while, see how [member="Qun Vell"] behaved in battle, before joining them. First practical test.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

A missed timing on her part of a blaster shot missed her head completely, thankfully, but managed to sizzle a lock of her hair. Xhexania bellowed with rage as a one of her voices said, "Tsk, Tsk. If that person was a better shot we all would..." "Shut up," Xhexania said as she slid through the sands on her knees that ended with her taking cover behind a rock. The ear piece chirped and she heard the familiar voice of [member="Vrag"]. A quick glance over her shoulder reported that her men's advance was falling to a stall. If they fell to a dead stop then they would be pinned down and probably not one of them would survive this encounter. And she would never be given another squad to command. "That would be a welcoming gift. The shuttas have this area reinforced tighter than a Hutt's vault. We'll hold them off until you arrive," she said turning her body toward her troops.

Using hand signals to coordinate her orders, she watched as her men took cover behind rocks and when they were safe from direct fire, they began to lay down covering fire in an attempt to keep the enemy from spying the reinforcements that would be moving to flank them. Turning toward the fortress, Xhexania yelled, "Which ever one of you that shot my hair better be dead by the time I get there!" She kept one eye on the fortress and one secretly on the arrival of the reinforcements.

 

[Shinju]

She kept moving, a swirl now as the revving of the chain blade came, the sounds while it bit into a person and sent chunks all around for a spray with the soldiers. Shinju was laughing the crazy cannibal with her hair covered in gore, her black bodysuit smeared before leading more of the troopers throughout. Pushing at getting deeper and deeper into the people. They were perfect for this chance while she was moving her eyes around pulling with that hole in her stomach. That hole in her gut that fed off the essences of the beings around her. The jedi on Zeltros had learned its touch first hand but there was more to it now while she was sucking at the warmth and other emotions of the ones around her.

 

[Caulder Dune]

IN ORBIT OF SEV TOK
THE MACHINATOR

The only thing contesting the total silence of the bridge were the ambient noises of machines whirring and beeping. The bridge crew was entirely comprised of droids, as Janus hardly trusted any fellow organics to carry out the tasks herein. The loyalty of people was always something to worry about. Not so much where droids were concerned. As he stood there, data continued to stream in from the probe droids scouring the planet. Nothing so far. The first step was often the longest. Fortunately the potential wealth he would reap here would have him and his company's fortunes set for just a little while longer. The era the galaxy was entering would prove to be its most tumultuous. Janus wanted to ensure he and his own weathered it as smoothly as possible.

And the best way to do that would be to procure a lot of material capital. Vital resources. You know, just in case.

 

[Sawa Ike]

She continued to watch her now, Sawa was moving and spinning around lightly as she pushed the force out and into the air, swirling each section of it with her hands but not making herself dizzy. It was a style, to keep moving and avoid the ones attacking as she spun around them to get behind and towards their spine, to guide her hands and make momentum increase her strikes then just the simple strength. The girl didn't know what to say as she watched the dangerous and hard part of it all come into their sight. The abilities of shaping not a mystery when you moved with it and slowly the feeling in her stomach of pressure and power was there. The little girl was feeling something growing and prepared to pop.

 

[Qun Vell]

Qun attempted to snap his fingers and garner the men's attention but found the overly-bulky power armor was not built for such dexterous actions. Instead he clapped his hands, commanded the more armored troopers come with him in the front and that the less armored troops lay down suppressible fire from the back. When the orders were done the besalisk charged down the hill, repulsor technology aiding the speed of his actions. Perhaps a dozen militia men came out armed with blaster rifles, shooting up a storm. Qun's first instinct was to use the Force to move somewhere else, as deflecting a dozen blasterbolts at once was a fool's effort, but he found that only the repulsors made the armor move, not any measure of Force Speed. Moving at a light jog he absorbed many blaster bolts, but found the armor took them like a champ. Seems he didn't need to dodge the fire.

Grabbing his lightsaber, or attempting to clumsily, he found that he needed a bigger lightsaber for his bigger hands, and decided to let it be. Instead he went over to the nearest soldier and gave him a phrik-plated punch to the gut, knocking him back maybe five feet and putting him out cold. As he punched another rebel, then another, he found his crew were making short work of the dozen soldiers. heading towards the temple he opened the door and peeked his head in only slightly, looking for what danger might be lurking around the corner.

[member="Darth Carach"]

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

The sight of it all now, there was the sound, the pop of power and energy. Elara didn't know what to make of it while Balaya stood there and held the gun aiming at one of the enemies. Someone who opposed the One Sith and in his cheek was almost a star shape burn from the shot. The gun itself was smoking and sending off energy. She ddin't know if the gun was working as intended and based on the face her master was making she didn't seem wholly pleased but Balaya was working slowly now. Her free hand bringing a small blade to her other while she sliced her palm and was chanting. Pushing the darkside energies into the weapon, wanting it to become something more as she withdrew the crystal and covered it in the blood. It seemed smaller then what she had put in and Elara realized it was shattering from the energy expelled. That was what displeased her master and was driving her to put more energy into the crystal to make it remain intact.

 

[Vrag]

LOCATION: Sev Tok; En route to Zulu 13

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"Roger that, [member="Xhexania"]," the Sith responded, her voice only slightly winded as she and her troops trekked across the beach. "ETA is two minutes," she added as they stopped just before the top of a particularly steep dune. The sound of waves lapping at the shore was contrasted by the roar of blasters and screams of dying men on the other side of the ridge, and Vrag took a few deep breaths to collect her thoughts.

"We have to make the most out of our advantage, so I want no battle cries or other such stupidities, understood?" her words came quickly, quietly, and the men nodded in silent agreement. No other instruction was needed as the troops snuck deeper into the mainland, where the beach started to give way to dense shrubbery. Without a word of complaint the lot of them crawled through the thick vegetation, the rustling sounds doubtless drowned out by blaster fire. They came to a stop once more when there was no more ground to cover in stealth. Vrag smiled when she heard all the safeties come off, and then they sprang to their feet as one, essentially formulating a firing squad against the unsuspecting hostiles.

Vrag, who didn't carry a blaster, used the enemy's confusion and disarray to launch herself over their forces, landing on the other side of the entrenched soldiers. Her lightsaber hissed to life, its red blade hungry for their blood, and the Sith gladly complied, easily cutting them down with their backs turned to her.

 

[Zion Mirtis]

[member="Darth Arcanix"]

The call to arms had come again. Sophie, with her master, had been suprised to hear of yet another attack against the Republic after their laster battle. Still the idea of claiming more lanets away from the self-rightious Jedi and their Republic masters would be another glorious victory for the Sith's inevitable return. She had been dresses in her usual garb along with a long flowing black cape and hood, which she pulled over her head. Quielty she followed her master into the shuttle and awaited for the inevitable battle to come. She hoped that this time she would have a more foward approch when dealing with the Jedi forces.

[member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Seras Goto]

The soldier watched them move now, further and further behind the prisoners who were happy to die. They had been facing everything and death might have been the ultimate release as far as many knew. It bought the time for the soldiers to line up those shots as they continued to move towards the beach and the garhoon just removed the shawl from her hair. Black curls coming out from where the mask wasn't covering, her blade coming up only to make the one pause as she brought a hand over spraying his face with the drug. The man was coughing, gasping for air as he fell to his knees and the blade sliced his cheek. Then he seemd to be screaming, a higher concentration of the drug to induce terror and paranoia.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

They were making quick work of the guardians and rebels guarding the temple which had been exactly the point of the entire exercise. [member="Qun Vell"] seemed to have a basic grasp of tactics, putting the heavily armored soldiers up front and the less fortified guards at the back, solid move, nothing to complain there, some of the men were establishing a perimeter in front of the temple. Two would follow Qun inside, when he looked he’d see four Jedi meditating with their lightsabers drawn.

Moment they sensed them, their eyes snapped open, sabers ignited. But they waited, not attacking immediately. These seemed to be true Jedi, believing in their cause, not the idiots running around cutting people’s throats immediately.

‘What are you doing here.’ their leader demanded of Qun’s head.

In the meanwhile, more resistance was pulling up from the side. A lightly-armored tank was rolling up and would make short work of the Royal Guards, they were all in the open and only the ones lucky enough having the power armour would survive. If Carach hadn’t been standing on the hill still and seeing the danger imposed.

‘Reverse pyramid. Defenders up front, keep the fire of your brethren.’ the Sith Lord commanded over the established commlink, integrated into his suit. When he was content with his command being followed he broke off into a run.

The servos started pumping, speed was picking up. He need not the Force to move swiftly in this contraption, a new weapon was in his hands. A prototypehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/47566-world-slayer-mk-i-wip/. This was going to be interesting.

Twenty-five meters.

 

[Sierra Momoa]

Sierra had been given a special job, after Sposia the Foretold had been slowly being tested but never deployed. Now was the time as she stood there with the prototype of the large soldier. His body being given a thick durasteel armor for now until they made him some real armor, the lack of a helmet practical but they needed to get for them shockwave generators. Get them something highly destructive while she spoke to the large beast tapping his chest. "Go and destroy." It snorted at her and she sneered at the human looking thing, plenty of power had gone into it before it started looking at them, at the crowd on the beast and a grin came to its face. reveling in the destruction it was about to unleash as it charged forward at the resisters of the one siths will. Sierra let a small laugh bubble up from her chest and come out while she grabbed a rifle to go with her saber.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Sophie Gustav"]

"Take half of our forces and flank the defenders," Taeli ordered her apprentice, deflecting another blaster bolt back at a defender and watching him collapse to the ground with a burn through their neck. Two repulsor tanks rolled out from the newest transport to land and opened fire on the hardened positions around the landing zone.

"Destroy everyone who stands in your way, we must secure this area for landing additional forces," she continued, lifting a defender with the Force and breaking his neck as she began to advance with half of her troops. Blaster bolts and rockets were thick in the air now, the natives of Sev Tok were trying their hardest to make sure the Sith didn't secure a beachhead on the surface but they couldn't withstand the power of the dark side for long. Force Lightning lanced from her fingers and overloaded a turret that the enemy had been trying to set up, exploding it.

Her comlink dinged, indicating the arrival of Krayt construction ships on the edge of the system. They would hold until space was completely secure, but then they would begin rushing to establish the new shipyard here.

 

[Qun Vell]

"What are you doing here?" The leader of the lightsaber-men asked, and Qun honestly wasn't really sure. He was testing the armor at his master's behest, taking down people for . . . whatever reason the One Sith had, and in general imposing the One Sith's will upon this world. The why's of all those actions? Because [member="Darth Carach"] told him too. So Qun told him.

"My mashtersh bidding." Qun replied, as he heard the fire of a lightly armored tank behind him. It seemed the men of Sev Tok were prepared. He could heard the screams of his brethren outside the temple. By all sounds they were being slaughtered. Qun growled and charge forward, attacking the nearest lightsaber-armed opponent, aided by two men that followed him inside. Carach would deal the tank. He had to. Qun was busy.

 

[Darth Odium]

Scum. Like the slimy under belly of a Hutt coated his mind as he sat beside the small creature and watched the Sith. His body not really his own but as close as any could hope for wrapped in Malraas bone armor. Like petulant ants they swarmed and filled the galaxy with their petty base thinking. How he hated them. Why the goddess tolerated them was beyond him but she had sent him back for a purpose. He watched his favorite food with their dark twisted emotions and looked down at the sweet face of the monster.

He lifted his face from their silent exchange and she stood and ran forth.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Qun Vell"]

And that’s exactly what he did, he kept on running. Twenty-five, twenty, ten. Servos in his legs groaned as Carach dug his feet into the ground and then jumped in the movement, eight, six. He readied the hammer, rising it up in the air, shockwave generator and repulsor getting ready, two, one, impact.

The tank screeched underneath him, durasteel plate warping under the sheer force of the hammer and the additional weight of the power armor. Somewhere in the currents of the Force he could sense two lives snuffing out, the tank stopped firing soon afterwards.

‘This… will work just fine.’ the Voice mumbled to himself, before checking on his troops through the commlink. ‘Report.’

‘A few injuries, sir. Most of the damage was soaked up by the power armour, just as planned.’

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Xhexania raised up two fingers then made a swirling motion with them to alert her troops that the reinforcements were two minutes out. She gathered herself and silently ordered the voices in her head to remain quiet, which to her amazement, they did. She gripped the hilt of her lightsaber tight ticking off the seconds in her head and just as she reached the final second, she saw soldiers rise up and begin firing at the enemy, catching them unaware. "Now," she yelled and her men, following her lead, leaped from behind their cover and unleashed hell onto the enemy. The enemy soldiers tried to fight on two fronts but it was a battle they couldn't win. Xhexania understood, just as they did, that they were trapped and their only course was to kill as many as the Sith and their troops as possible.

An enemy soldier turned his blaster from [member="Vrag"] and her soldiers and before he could squeeze the trigger, Xhexania grabbed it with the Force and ripped it from his hands, and her troops mowed down the unarmed opponent. The tide of battle was turning heavily in their favour and the moment she reached the fortress she ordered one of her troopers to blow the door open. When the door was no longer an obstacle, Xhexania led her troops inside and the real slaughter began.

Fighting with a passion she never felt before, she struck down any enemy that she came across. The battle that seemed in the early stages to be a blunder for her soon turned into a rout for the enemy. "Take prisoners...and kill any that refuse to surrender," the Dagobah Sith ordered as she moved through the corpses toward [member="Vrag"]. But from behind her she felt the signs of danger ping through the Force and she turned in time to catch a vibroblade on her lightsaber. "Now show him how dangerous a Sith truly is in combat," the wisest of all the voices said.

The enemy pushed her back with his more superiour body strength and attempted to cut her down when he suddenly stopped his motion staring blankly at her. Creeping through the enemy's mind, just as her Master taught her, she searched for his greatest fear, found it, and brought it the front of his mind. The enemy screamed and fell to his knees releasing his weapon in the process. Tears began to roll down his cheeks as he violently shook his head from one side to the other in an attempt to shake the horrible vision from his mind. Xhexnaia and all her voices laughed in unison. The voices laughter turned to sounds of clapping as they saw through her eyes the enemy's head severed from his shoulder.

 

[Isar]

An Ewok came out of nowhere, garbed only in a traditional head covering and wearing two gauntlets that looked out of place on the tiny, furry critter. Wild, black eyes glared out of scrunched features as Warok the Defiler barreled past the new neophyte besalisk, headed straight for the nearest lightsaber-armed man.

Warok knew why they were here. Destiny had called him and destiny would lead him on. He would be the Shaman of Shamans and all spirits and spirit talkers would bow before him.

But first...

"YUUUUUUB YUUUUUUUUUB!"

He squealed, lashing out with one gauntleted fist.

The charge of the tiny creature must have taken the lightsaber wielder by surprise, for he simply stared, right up until the Ewok drove a gauntlet powered by shockwave generators into his stomach. There came a wet, sickly snap of bones crushing beneath durasteel-cortosis knuckles, then the man went flying backward, body broken.

Warok sped on, eyes flashing from side to side, looking for his next opponent.

[member="Qun Vell"] [member="Darth Carach"]