Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

Register a free account today to become a member! Once signed in, you'll be able to participate on this site by adding your own topics and posts, as well as connect with other members through your own private inbox!

The Full Reach of Law (GA Dominion of Atrisia Hex)

Atrisia
Meeting with [member="Faith Organa"]

Faith Organa and the native Atrisians would hear the distant hum of engines nearing. There, along the horizon, were Galactic Alliance and New Jedi Order Forces who had come to heed Organa's call.

Rhen stood slightly hanging out of the open door, his rebreather protecting the lower portion of his face while the hood of his cloaks was flicked over his head.

"Set us down there!" he pointed towards the orange some.

"Yes, Sir."

The first wave of shuttles neared, and as ash and soot billowed out in a sweeping wave, set upon the dusty floor. Rhen leapt out of the shuttle, landing on the ground. He carried a satchel with him filled with rebreathers.

"Start passing out the rebreathers!" he ordered, while searching for Faith Organa.
 
Draco Vereen said:
"I'm sure you could, little heart-breaker."
Behind her faceplate, Taryc raised an eyebrow. The nickname didn't bother her, it amused her, in fact. She just didn't know precisely where it had come from. With a shrug, she followed Veino and Draco.

Outside they saw the posse. That was the only real word for it, a Jedi was leading it, one Draco seemed to know as he reported the palace clear to him. After wrecking various parts. Also in the group were two who distinctly smelled of the dark side, one very powerful but mostly disrobed, and the other was a boy with bulging black veins. There were others, along with force less soldiers. Taryc looked at them all from Draco's side, her arms crossed over her chest. Each bore signs of the recent battle, some had their own blood leaking from small wounds, others were practically caked in the blood of others.

"Looks like we missed quite the bloodbath while we were fighting down through the palace." She remarked to Draco as an aside.



HK-36 said:
"Guys," He whispered in soft monotone, "We look so f*cking wizard right now."

Taryc couldn't help but snort in amusement. She hadn't interacted with droids much, but this one seemed to have a far better sense of humor. Amid all of the desolation left in the wake of the battle, and he could still crack a joke? Taryc like him right off the bat.
 
Location: Outside the Palace.
Allies: [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] | [member="Franc Kotrag"] | [member=Deacon] | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member=HK-36] | [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"] | [member="Adele Adonai"]
@any other Jedi at/near the Palace.
Enemies: [member="Darth Ferox"]
RPC_Lightsaber001.jpg
Converts from a twin set of hilts into a single double-blade saber-staff. Emerald Green Blade.
ngXtQ9m.png
Basic Jedi Robes colored Green with armor mesh underneath.
Natural Reptilian scales
Objective: Finish this before anything else breaks.


Veino Garn said:
[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Draco Vereen"]
Palace
------------------

He bit his lip as he considered, running everything through his mind. "Those are our biggest priority. I'll get in touch with the rest of the NJO and see what the situation is." He keyed a quick situation report in the palace and sent it to the other Jedi, along with a request for a larger sitrep. More importantly, where he was needed next.
Dar'rak was not expecting his opponent to actually reach out for his Lightsaber blade. True he heard of some Masters who where capable of stopping a Lightsaber blade with their bare hands but he never thought he would see the day when he would actually come across someone who'd actually try it. This lad must be so consumed y the Dark side in the area he'd lost all reasoning. Still if it would end this conflict Dar'rak followed through with his attack instead of swiftly deactivating the blade to save his opponent's limb. At least that is what he had thought he was going to do but not what really happened. When the plasma blade of the Lightsaber made contact with the Sith's open grasping hand it seemed to shut-off all on his own. This was something he was not expecting as the young Jedi had never fought an opponent with use of Cortosis ore. The shade of the dark side energy still over their battle also clouded his teachings at the temple regarding the known material and it's effects on a Lightsaber. So he was a bit confused on what had happened to his secondary blade as it deactivated.

Dar'rak's confusion with the deactivation of his second lightsaber would only be the beginning of a string of rapid events. As his opponent followed through on his attack and somehow bypassed the Lightsaber blade he felt a crushing pain in the same hand. Dar'rak roared as the strength in that hand dissipated to nothing and the deactivated hilt of his blade fell to the ground. At the very same time the dark side energy the young Jedi was holding back and suppressing within his body released in a torrent of force lighting arching from the fingers of his crushed hand and over the metallic alloy of his opponent's cybernetic arm. Darth Ferox would have likely seen small sparks flickering with the Dragon's eye's just before the full surge traveled from the Jedi's hand for his opponent's body.

Dar'rak took several steps back as he realized what he had done and looked at his broken fingers and wrist. With that one release of pent up Dark sid energy a flicker of light shown in the dark as he started to once again feel the presence of the light. Dar'rak came back to his senses as he heard a message ver the coms about the Alliance victory here. Looking over at his opponent Dar'rak pointed the emerald blade of his main sword at his opponent. "This battle and planet is lost to you Sith. I give you one chance to lay down your arms and surrender. I am in no position to battle you any more, however my allies will be swiftly upon us. You may try to escape but it will be a cowards response. Make your choice Dark sider." Dar'rak's eyes narrowed as he watch his opponent waiting for him to do something foolish. He knew it was wrong and not the Jedi way, but part of him wanted to sever the life of this threat to the Light and was only looking for an excuse to do so.
 
Coming Home

Equipment: Twin Sabers, Sith Robes
Enemies: [member="Spencer Varanin"], [member="Adas James Malgus"], [member="Adele Adonai"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Bethany Kismet"], [member="Darth Lykos"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Asajj"], [member="Nick Sept"], [member="Gabriel Sionoma"], @Ralph Thule, [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Serena Bouie"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Darth Erebos"], [member="Tony Ro'samo"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Seras Rose"], [member="Veino Garn"], [member="Akuma"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Elliot Locke"], [member="Deacon"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Jamie Pyne"], [member="Aela Talith"]
Allies: [member="Reverance"], [member="Soeht"], [member="Mala Arar"]
Objective: Leave

When the pulse of dark side energy rushed through the air like a sweeping cloud, Silara half expected the Jedi-turned-Sith to stumble, to show the same kind of opening he'd given when she'd played the word game with him on Kashyyk. Instead, however, she received an entirely different result than she'd been looking for - than what she'd been planning on. It wasn't so much the words he said that gave it away, nor was it the odd smile that unnerved her so, but rather it was the lack of an impact that anything she'd done had on him - as if he had already steeled himself for this moment and was resigned to whatever fate was coming for him. If hadn't known better, she would have thought he was waiting for her to strike him down.

As the man hadn't actually moved to strike, not even with a pull of the earth - as he had in their previous encounter - Silara started forwards to strike at him when he smiled. The words that came out were what sent the chill of envy through her bones - the realization that her kill, the man she'd wanted to kill since before their duel on Kashyyk, was getting away from her for the last time. A forward lunge, two sabers stabbing forwards with almost desperate urgency, was met with a falling saber - deactivated - and an empty cloak that fell to the floor. The flash of light and the burst of energy displaced her concentration - the single-minded need to strike her foe and expel all of that hatred through the waves of darkness - and ended her assault on the morale of both Jedi and Sith with the dissipation of her waves of darkness, aided, perhaps, by a third party in the way of [member="Adele Adonai"] who had fought against the darkness in the moments leading up to Cyril's disappearance.

A flick of the Sith Lord's wrists led to the deactivation of her lightsabers, which were shortly thereafter clipped to the belt at her side, and was followed with a telekinetic pull on the Jedi's lightsaber, a trophy that would serve as a reminder for her of the necessity for less restraint in the future. But, as with any duel or battle that might be fought with Jedi nearby, her moment to decide the next course of action was cut short by the sudden appearance of a number of Jedi, several of home Silara could only assume were masters as she doubted anyone with less experience would have the audacity to face a duo of Sith Lords, even if the woman that was facing [member="Reverance"] might have been able to provide assistance. Then again, there was also the fact that they were likely riding a high on their triumph over a troupe of weaklings that wanted to be labeled Sith.

Much like Reverance, a man she realized was just as divorced with the One Sith as she was, Vitium knew when she was faced with odds that were stacked by far against her favor. Unlike the Vongshaped Sith Lord, however, Silara was not going to count on falling debris to restrain the Jedi - especially such a number - without added force. She noted that the destructive power he'd thrown to trigger the collapse was, indeed, something that should have kept them at bay - but wanted to take no chances. The moment the rubble began to fall, perhaps on instinct, the red-eyed Sith lifted her right hand and pushed out with the force, launching any falling debris directly above her towards the lynch mob before she abruptly turned tail and ran towards her apprentice, who had previously just accepted a rather dubious offer from [member="Soeht"].

She noticed that the man, the Sith Lord or whatever he was - rather unfamiliar with whomever he might have been as her focus had been elsewhere - had promptly disappeared just as quickly as he'd appeared to bolster her apprentice's abilities. "We are leaving, now, Apprentice." Silara said sharply to [member="Mala Arar"]. She paid no heed to [member="Tony Ro'samo"], whom was laying on the floor in a rather pitiful state, and instead grabbed her apprentice by the midsection and promptly pulled her with her as she made her escape from the falling debris in much the same manner as [member="Reverance"] - though perhaps with a bit more luck than him, being that she'd landed on the planet not too far from where they were now with a small starship that had been prepared for evacuation when she'd been asking her apprentice if she was prepared enough to join the fray.

If anyone was diligent enough to track the pair, amidst all of the chaos - and through Reverance's echoed presence in the force that was left in the wake of the collapse - one might have noticed a small starfighter, a Locust-class starfighter for those with knowledge of such lesser known starship manufacturers, leaving not too far from the place where the three Sith had fled from. Whether it contained Darth Vitium and her apprentice, or perhaps the third Sith Lord, would remain to be seen.
 
[member="Spencer Varanin"], [member="Adas James Malgus"], [member="Adele Adonai"], @Jacen Voidstalker, [member="Bethany Kismet"], [member="Darth Lykos"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Asajj"], [member="Nick Sept"], [member="Gabriel Sionoma"], @Ralph Thule, [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Serena Bouie"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Darth Erebos"], [member="Tony Ro'samo"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Seras Rose"], [member="Veino Garn"], [member="Akuma"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Elliot Locke"], [member="Deacon"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Jamie Pyne"], [member="Aela Talith"]
[member="Reverance"], [member="Soeht"], [member="Mala Arar"] [member="Dar'rak"] [member="Darth Ferox"]


"No.”

His right arm came up, palm open. As the wave struck his fingers stiffened but he took the brunt of the Force thrown at the group. His eyes widened as he realised what the Sith was attempting. All he managed was a half step towards Bethany before their other quarry launched a barrage of missiles.

A flagstone was sent off to their right, skipping across the floor until it cracked against the foundations of a building. A strong of bricks were pulled down into the rubble to scatter harmlessly before them. Jacen narrowed his eyes in determination as the largest missile, a piece of masonry with durasteel supports still woven through it, descended.

Both hands came up, his knees buckled as he took the weight. It came to halt just metres above them in his telekinetic grip. He brought both hands together, palm to palm and closed his eyes. In one swift motion he opened his arms wide. The group was showered in masonry dust as the chunk was broken down into its constituent parts and dismissed safely.

Jacen turned to the Omega and Mandalorian contingents. “HK, Draco. There's one more dark presence nearby. One last fight go and end it.” He raised his arm in the direction of Dar'rak and Ferox.

Then his stern gaze fell upon the Kathol allies. @Natebthe bounty hunter and @jazo perl. “There was someone in that building. Go and see if you can save them.”

His shoulders drooped, the last of his reserves seemingly spent. “Now, at the end of things we will talk in what remains of your palace,” he addressed the prince and his sith advisor. “Aela,” he called out. “I would value your wisdom on this matter.” What he truly valued was her sense of morality and objectivity.
 

Nick Sept

Worst Ghost in the Galaxy
[member="Reverance"] [member="Darth Vitium"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="Soeht"] [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Aela Talith"] and lord knows who else, sorry, everyone keeps running around and I've lost track beause I'm getting missed in the tags as well.


The look on Vitium's face was absolutely hilarious. He wondered briefly if [member="Warok the Defiler"] hade felt a similar level of disapointment. Probably not. Nick went down not with acceptance, but with the kind of unyielding rage most soldiers had at the end of their nasty lives. And frankly, life was nastier and shorter for a clone. Afterlife, on the other hand, was just nastier. The rubble would've crushed him had he, y'know, been solid when it hit. He appeared on top of it, lit cigar in his mouth, as a veritable cavalcade of Jedi decided to parade down the stairs instead of surrounding the courtyard, like, you know, someone with tactical training would. He sighed. Was he the only bleeding soldier who had ever stumbled across the force, or were these people just this bad at it?



The dead man turned to the small horde. "The boy who wears the crown...." he said grimly. "Has your follishness come to harm him? If so, I'm afraid I'm going to have to return any injury laid upon him. I'm quite petty like that. Probably caught it from one of these maniacs in bathrobes yammering about the true anture of the force...." he msued out loud, looking to see who or what might answer him. "Otherwise, I've got no skin in this game. I was hoping the young man woudl make it out in one piece, and assume a rightful throne with wise leadership. The rest of this....half-planned farce of a war," he said with a wave, "is one both you vaunted chapions of light and dark need to damn well think about," he siad in mildly lecturing tone.



Frankly, the ghost still didn't know what everyone was figthing over. If it was Atrisia, then he didn't get how burning the planet and summoning some sort of angry squid in the sky and bombing the palace with artillery fire was worth it. If this was all to prove some kind of point, it was surely lsot on him. The weird totally non-ghost had run around offering incredible power to children, which probably came with a major catch. The red-haired woman seemed saddened that killing her rival would bring ehr no satisfaction. The Jedi didn't really seem to have a purpsoe for being here. He rolled his shoulders, as if to signal some hidden [arty to somethhing important, and then he smirked, snuffing out his cigar and pocketing it. He turned to the only person so far who seemed to gvie a damn, the strange pacifist who had been starign down the great one-eyed monologue machine. "So, I think everyone agrees that was a utter mess. But in all seriousness, why did any of this happen? What the hell was the point of marching an entire army onto a sovereign planet where the current monarch was know fro both being a warrior and a bit crazy?"
 
As he saw [member="Draco Vereen"] come into the group and report to [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], T'zanith's face hardened quite a bit. 'Sure we brought the mandalorians here.' He thought in a sarcastic manner as he walked with the group to try and stop [member="Reverance"] but When he saw the man who had held such a prominent position in the one sith before T'zanith's time made him think on engaging the man even though he had his Telsword, and he wouldn't risk [member="Adas James Malgus"] with his own lightsaber in an engagement with such a force and moved to stand a step or two in front of Adas in case the lord attacked. He did but not in the manner T'zanith thought he would.

With a look around them in an instant T'zanith saw that while Jacen's reserves would be completely spent protecting the group from the debris that would fall on them if anything else was needed having a depleted jedi master on ones side would be little different than having a master swordsman and given the battles that might be fought that would most likely be useless. With his hands crossed over his chest in an effort not to show his hand, T'zanith created something like a telekinetic wedge above the group that would push some of the chunks that would fall on the group move to the side of the group while the largest slap that fell broke through it, Jacen managed to take it without more interference on T'zanith's part.

Now it seemed it was time for Jacen, T'zanith, Adas and someone named Alea to finally get through the remainder of this quite ridiculous invasion.
 
OOC: Work took a bit. Back now!

Many things happened, one after the other in rapid succession. Adas accompanied Jacen and Erebos inside the palace and all hell started to break loose, Adas was busy trying to survive. As the palace started to come down Adas could not help but feel a sense of relief. He hated this place, he hated the Nabooian decorations, he hated the palace itself. what it symbolized... his father's legacy, the shadow cast over him. He narrowed his eyes and held his comlink in one hand as he let go of the belt of the Jedi master. Wariness in his eyes. "Wilo... Get below, bring the people out of the Bunkers and rig them" His order was insane, it would rig the bottom of their feet using the Boom Boom squad as the architects, it would take a while but they could get it done then everything above ground that was the palace would be leveled into nothing. He wanted to level the place, he and @Draco Veeren of the same mind in that effort. If the Mandalorians were not going to bring the palace down, Adas would. Fear started to leave him more as the pain and agony of the people around him and the near vicinity gave him stregth to feed on, Alliance Soldiers, Atrisians or Mandalorians and everything in between. They fed him like a river of pain, that pain being the nourishment that granted him courage. Courage or Hatred, at this point it was both and neither.

He saw [member="HK-36"] and smiled. Indeed he remembered the morning cartoons but Adas had grown in Dagobah, he had spent the majority of his young life away from holonets and away from entertainment. His upbringing was far from ideal for a young man, he had to fight to eat, hunt and scrounging were his entertainment but he remembered the show and the children with his action figures... he always wanted one but never got one, his childhood was cut short when the One Sith fell. He saw [member="Nick Sept"] and raised an eyebrow, the ghost brought him a sense of fleeting satisfaction better and more sharp at articulating words, the ghost brought up valid points that made Adas grin devilishly. The Alliance would have a galactic backlash politically because of this incident when all things came to light and Adas even in his youth knew this.

He heard Erebos instruct him and he nodded, but he would not be training on the force today... he had something to do. "Impressive droid... truly remarkable... Do you mind if i show you mine?" He spoke, as Jacen was busy saving them all from falling debris and the very place coming down upon their heads. Adas was smiling, after a while he learned to embrace death itself... something nagged at Adas and told him that he would not be making it out of here alive. If that was the case... then... why not take the whole Horde with him? Or at least strike some real fear into the gathered force users. He heard Draco remark how the palace had been cleared, he held back a chuckle, a childish and sadistic grin because he knew for a fact that it wasn't.

Mythos knew that the palace could and would one day be beset by Force Users, in fact his palace was a place where very powerful force users would come and gather and should one or many every get out of hand he needed a way to deal with masses of force users attacking the palace. He devised alongside [member="Ultimatum"] a line of defense against them, designed to kill force users and nothing more. The Bastions. They fell from the ceiling or appeared out of the ground around them, their design a simple one: Kill Force Users. And there were many of them, all trained by Mythos one of the best lightsaber combat experts at the end of the One Sith and armed with Cortosis weave swords. Fighting them with the force would be a hassle ...fighting them without the force would be daunting.

In the rim of every door around them was the second emergency contingency. A war droid battalion that came to Atrisia one day apparently out of own will, the one who sent them was never found but reports found that they did have an organic leader. The Azuchi surrounded their exists and targeted non-force users. The smile on Adas and his outreached arms would further indicate that this was his own doing. He paced to his mother [member="Serena Bouie"] and stood with his back to her. "I am sorry [member="Darth Erebos"]... truly, but i have to do something."

As the last of the Jar'Kai approached they brought with them one gift, the last remaining gift of Chaf'anantrano, also known as Fantana. Mythos had been obsessed with her, to the point where he was willing to give anything and everything for her... of course, he wanted most what he could never have. Before she vanished from the galaxy she gave Mythos a gift, it was in the box.

"To Animus. Love. Fan"

The lady of house Chaf had one more part to play in the galaxy. Adas set the box down as a small pad surrounded it and placed it in a very powerful but very small shield generator. The edges and corners of the palace would see movement from the Elite Nubian Strike force team that to this moment still had the Slug launchers and the now infamous JS-01. With a snap for his fingers the generator activated and the box opened to reveal a Ysalamiri lizard that would instantly knock the force out of everyone in the near vicinity.

"Use deadly force if necessary"
-Authority Acknowledged-

With those words, the Horde would find itself in a situation where survival would be daunting and without the force to aid them as the Slug Launchers and the JS aimed for their vital organs Adas was confident that they would surrender... die... or at least give Wilo enough time to rig the ground below them and send them all into the abyss together.​
 
Front Of The Palace
[member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Adas James Malgus"]

"Jamie!" She called attention to her apprentice as the droids began to appear all around them. There was no concern in her tone, she saw the Sith, she felt the odd bubble created by the Ysalimiri but knew that it was too far away from them to truly have any effect, a single Ysalimiri's bubble only standing at ten or so meters at maximum. Her first and largest concern where the droids, and unlike Jacen and the others she and her apprentice weren't tired from a day of battle.

"The droids." She told her apprentice. "Take them out first!"

Both of her lightsabers snapped into life, one bright pink, the other an odd white blue that seemed to spark slightly as it ignited from the ancient hilt. She didn't wait for Jamie to respond, nor did she waited for Jacen or the others to say anything. As far as she was concerned the droids were the prime problem, The King of Atrisia seemed to...well not be attacking them for a moment, so Aela figured that at least for now he could be made to wait, though as she bounded forward into the mass of droids she allowed a peripheral gaze to fall on the man every now and again.

The Jedi Marshall moved quickly, cutting into the droids without a moment of hesitation.

Scrap and droid parts quickly began to pile all around them as Aela sliced into droid after droid, expertly avoiding blades as the automatons attempted to strike back.

She had no idea where these things had come from, she had no idea who had released them or why, but in the moment she didn't particularly care. The task of destroying the droids was a relatively simple one, and both she and Jamie were well within their element.
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
[member="Adas James Malgus"], [member="Darth Erebos"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Jamie Pyne"],

The droid's scanners picked up on the presence of a Ysalamiri when the Force-dead lizard made its appearance, the shape of its heat signature giving it away even if the machine couldn't see it directly within its box. So when the little lizard popped its head out, protected by the shield generators, HK whispered out,

"I am sorry, little guy."

He extended his arm out, activating the Grav Glove he wore, he still had few charges left after it rested and recovered some of its power. Reaching out he created a gravitational anomaly within the Ysalamiri's neck, at the base of its skull. It bypassed the shield because, well force fields do not disrupt gravity, and it ignored the Force-dead zone, because the droid was not using the Force, he was using sweet, sexy science.

Closing his fist he pulled in a yanking-twisting motion, as if crushing something and ripping it out,

"Yiff!"

The Ysalamiri yelped out as its small head was slammed down on the ground by the unseen force of the Grav Glove. And just like that the little being was incapacitated, probably dead, and everyone in the vicinity, the Jedi, the Dominion, could feel its Force-dead field disperse, unlocking their powers once more.


HK looked away from the disabled lizard to Adas,

"That was a mistake."

The droid and his guards took their Electro-Flails from their belts, the electrodes dropping down suspended by lightsaber-resistant cable,

BZZZZZZZZT

The weapons sparked up in blue light as arcs of electricity begun to dance around them.

"A bad mistake."


Sure, the droids Adas somehow brought in undetected were higher quality than what was mostly seen on a battlefield, but they had one major flaw.

They were not HK. And their weakness was both blunt trauma and electricity, the droid just happened to have access to a weapon that specialized in dealing both of those damage types at the same type. Even with their training, they were hardly a match for the millenniums and millenniums of experience and witnessing lightsaber fights HK had, his own knowledge of lightsaber arts and melee combat surpassing most organic warriors, even some of the more dedicated ones.

So Adas would bare witness to the droid and his two copies start to rip through the ranks of his soldiers, streaks of blue light flashing around them as the Electro-Flails wrapped around enemy units, disabling them with electric shocks, smashed up against the other droids' chassis, splintering it to bits and sending them flying back, the Cortosis-weave swords would be broken upon impact or when trying to slash at the droids, after all the material was very brittle in that form, it was great against dealing with energy weapons like lightsabers, but physical trauma broke it apart easily.

The machine's crimson photoreceptors were fixed upon the boy as he walked through the battlefield towards him, cutting his way through the enemy machines like knife through butter, from time to time their weapons would clash against his Phrik body or a blaster bolt or bullet would ring out from ricochet as it bounced off of him, causing him to stumble back a bit and slow him down, but not stopping the droid just yet as he left in his wake a trail of scrap parts, hydraulic oil, and the twisted, wrecked bodies of Adas' droids.

HK also pinged in on his own droid army to surround the palace and start closing in on them, it would take for some time to carry out the order though.


[member="Nick Sept"],

The droid would ignore the ghost, not as a way of being rude or insulting him, but as a droid his photoreceptors did not picked up on incorporeal Force-borne beings like ghosts, so Nick's presence, and words, eluded him.

[member="Darth Ferox"],

It would also seem the droid would not be able to interrupt his old apprentice's duel just yet, although that moment was probably coming, so stay tuned!
 
[member="Spencer Varanin"], [member="Adas James Malgus"], [member="Adele Adonai"], @Jacen Voidstalker, [member="Bethany Kismet"], [member="Darth Lykos"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Asajj"], [member="Nick Sept"], [member="Gabriel Sionoma"], @Ralph Thule, [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Serena Bouie"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Darth Erebos"], [member="Tony Ro'samo"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Seras Rose"], [member="Veino Garn"], [member="Akuma"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Elliot Locke"], [member="Deacon"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Jamie Pyne"], [member="Aela Talith"]
[member="Reverance"], [member="Soeht"], [member="Mala Arar"] [member="Dar'rak"] [member="Darth Ferox"]


A single ysalmiri. Thrawn had once used one on a frame to hold off the Jedi Master Jorus Cboath. Tendrils of lightning had stopped just short of the chiss admiral. A single reptile didn't create a particularly large bubble, certainly not large enough to stop the entire host of Jedi from calling upon the Force.

It was with a heavy heart that he turned towards the crown prince. They could have worked this out and found a solution that undid the mess that had been created. The destruction wrought by the dark side could hardly be repaired easily and those thousands killed would leave great pain in their wake. But they could make a start. He didn't know what the boy had planned for the women and children he had surrounded himself in the palace, the ones who had apparently been spitting on him just minutes ago. It wouldn't have made a difference. Sometimes things needed to be done.

Before he could make his plan the droid had reacted with the mental agility of a an artificial mind. The poor lizard stood no chance against the tractor technology. They were so fragile.

He didn't have much left in the tank, but he could pay the price later. It was just a gentle grip that took a hold of the circuitry within the shield generator. Such a portable device had so many delicate internal components. He pulled, twisted and yanked until something disconnected the power from the emitter.
Two long strides towards the prince. His hand didn't draw his lightsaber, but an Occluder hand cannon. He thumbed the catch to fire stun boltlettes. Jacen pulled the trigger as he closed on the young man. At this distance the spread would be narrow, but near impossible to avoid. It was time for the prince to take a nap.

On his next step he stumbled as a round clipped his shoulder. He dropped to one knee as pain exploded from the wound. If Adas went down Jacen would probably fall and land on him.
 
Location: Atrisia orbit
Objective: Begin helping with relief efforts on the world below
Allies: Not sure currently, doing own thing essentially
Enemies: None currently

Forces:



3,750 meters of Aurora Industries security assets

3x Judicator-class Cruisers
++ Fighter craft are split between AI-07s and AI-09s
5x Kantos-class War Frigates

"What do we have to offer the surface?" Taeli asked, watching the chunks of Lotek'k float through space now. Everything on the surface seemed to have calmed down, even the Force Storm had dissipated completely so she guessed the Alliance or someone had dealt with the creator finally. Scans of the planet showed a random Vong carrier and one Sith ship still in orbit, from what she could see, but they weren't really moving or doing much of anything. In that regard, she figured it was best to stay on alert but start helping the people as best they could.

"Not much, Master Raaf," the commander of the flotilla ships said, looking over his datapad. "We were mainly the security for our convoy, and they went on ahead to the test site. We do have some medical supplies we can spare, and we had a detachment of Watchmen droids we could provide to protect any refugee camps.

"Start sending them down to the surface, and have our fighters fly aerial cover," Taeli said. "It seems like everything has gone quiet... but the dark side is strong in this system now. Unavoidable, considering what was so wastefully unleashed here."

The commander saluted and began issuing orders, but Taeli had stopped paying attention and turned to look out the viewport again. Her thoughts turned to the events of the day, analyzing them and wondering the reasoning behind them... both for the Alliance and the opponents they had faced today. There would be lessons to learn from all of this, and insights to be gleaned in the days and weeks to come.
 
[member="HK-36"], [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Adas James Malgus"], [member="Darth Erebos"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Jamie Pyne"], [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Symara Tarriq"], [member="Bethany Kismet"]


Elpsis was, as a matter of fact, not inside the palace yet. The redhead had been on the way. Her danger senses flared and she picked up the pace, as much as she could with an injured foot, when all hell broke loose. First debris rained down from above, then suddenly a legion of droids appeared. How predictable.


"Oh, geez. What a cliche. 'Please come into my palace to talk so that I can unleash my conveniently placed droid army that just happens to waiting in the wings'," Elpsis sighed theatrically and than a little tiredly. "C'mon, Jozie. Let's chew bubblegum and kick arse." Alas, Elpsis was all out of bubblegum. She found her belief that all Sith should just be shot out of hand confirmed by the ambush.


There was a ysalamir in the room, but a single lizard could only project a Force null zone for a couple metres. Its presence was noticed by Elpsis because it interfered with her vision, but then the poor thing died. Elpsis felt a bit sorry for it since she loved animals. Her foot hurt like hell, but a flow of Force energy towards it kept the pain down.


Anyhow, Aela, HK and his bodyguards tore through the ranks of the droids like searing hot knives through butter. Grabbing her magnetic revolver while the palace exploded in pandaemonium, Elpsis fired. It took more effort for her to perceive droids through the Force, since they blended into background noise, but it was not impossible. For one, her hearing was actually better since she'd lost her physical eyesight. Moreover, oil was heat.


Superaccelerated pellets took out a droid as she sought cover to avoid bolts and slug rounds, then she fired again, unleashing a burst upon a bot charging her with a cortosis blade. The bullets tore through the bot's chassis, reaching their target even before a sound was heard.


Taking a breath, Elpsis decided to add a little Force to the mayhem. The most common way of dispatching hordes of kill bots through use of space magic was wide-ranged Force Lightning or Ionise Droid. However, Elpsis had neither power. She blamed her writer for this. One imagined that the NJO Masters would've been very cross if she used Sith Lightning, so it was probably smart not to. So the pyromancer went for the next best thing and harnessed her kindred element. Her power set the eyes of a charging killer droid ablaze, cooking its photoreceptors until they burst.


Her firemane glowed brightly and heat spread like wild fire across her body. Sweat dripped down her face and back, she was feeling the weight of all the battles she'd participated in upon her shoulders, but she drew upon the energy she had to flood the hydraulic oil of some of the droids with blazing heat to cook them from within and make them blow up.
 
Atrisia
​Broken Palace Courtyard
Invested: [member="Nick Sept"] [member="Reverance"]
Nearby: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] @Joza Pearl [member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="Aela Talith"] @Soeht (any one I miss, apologies)

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWooB4tpQ9I[/media]

Very slowly, Bethany lowered her arms from above her head. She blinked, lashes gritty with debris. Coughing as fine stone dust filled her lungs, she peered in to the murk. Almost as though deliberately constructed, she looked at the carefully propped stone of the broken ceiling that protected her from the bulk of the collapse. She hadn't done that. A final gift from [member="Reverance"]? It seemed possible. After all, it was fairly obvious that he didn't want her dead. But what, exactly, his motivations were? That was as tenebrous as the air that surrounded her.

"I suspect your death would have had profound impact on me."

Her hand, white with rock dust, reached out, pressing experimentally on one of the slabs. Unsurprisingly, it didn't budge. The sounds of the outside world were muffled as she slowly stood up, a small frown forming on her face. The space she occupied was a mere three paces across, and just high enough for her to stand in. The roof had come down around her, but not a single falling stone had touched her.

"You are wasted on the likes of them..."

No stones, perhaps. But something else had. And though she couldn't know it yet, it would have a far more profound impact than any physical damage he had kept her from. For now, the seed had been planted, and only time would tell just what it would grow in to. In the place where the pain had sat, heavy and sharp, there was now a warm curling of a completely unrecognizable sensation.

Of course, there was still much to deal with (such as escaping from this thoughtfully constructed prison), and Bethany did not have the luxury of exploring any of it now.

The sound of a voice, much closer than it should have been, brought her attention sharply to the moment. Was someone else trapped so close to her that she could hear him this clearly? No.

Bethany blinked.

She had, in a vague 'I'm going to worry about that later' sort of way, known that [member="Nick Sept"] was here. And that he was very, very dead. He seemed, honestly, about as out of place as she did. She could tell without real effort that this was not the place he had died. So what had called him here? A question, perhaps, for another time.

On the other hand, all she really could do now was wait. While fine manipulation with telekinesis was within her capabilities, Bethany had never once been able to utilize that skill for her own benefit in a large fashion. Perhaps it was a remnant of bloodlines she knew little enough about. Or something else entirely, she couldn't know. Only twice, when the lives of others were at stake had she been able to utilize it to any significant measure.

His question brought a slightly surprised smile to her lips. She reached up, running her hand through her hair. White dust everywhere, she realized. Slowly, she sat down. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around her legs. While technically he had no physical body to worry about, she had, subconsciously, left enough room for him to sit as well if he wished.

"I don't know," she admitted finally. "What was the point?" She looked down, grimacing at her bare feet, covered in ash and dust. At least there were no fires in here with them.

"Normally in war, even if I don't understand it, I can still see where it came from, the why. But this? It seems like things spiraled out of everyone's control too quickly to counter. Fear leading to aggression, leading to more fear, always growing larger and larger, like a hungry beast. And once it reached a certain point, there was no stopping it until enough beings had bled to sate it."

She leaned back against one of the slabs of her prison.

"I do not suspect that anyone thought any of it through," she finished, her voice heavy. "So much cost for the simple lack of foresight."
 
With the Ysalamiri dying almost as soon as it had been revealed, the group had begun the job of cleaving down the summoned Droid army in the palace. None of them were stealthed or used stealth tech, yet had some how evaded sensor detection for two hundred meters. Furthermore, no one, even Adas had felt the continuous effect of the Ysalamiri's Force neutralizing Bubble the entire time until now.

Draco didn't bother with the Ysalamiri, it was as good as dead in a group like this. Several members of the group were already tearing apart droids, and so, with his back to [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] the Mandalorian Warlord began throwing grenades. Concussion and EMP grenades at that. Two of each, plus two Incendiary were his normal loadout these days, and luckily enough, these particular droids were quite vulnerable to each. "Use me as Cover Taryc." Draco called out, as he tossed the four grenades, careful to throw them where his allies were not in extreme danger.

The little creature shrieked and died from the Droid's grav-glove, and the web of the Force returned to him. Draco's mind turned on the feeble Princeling, forming a barrier around the Sith boy's mind in an attempt to dampen the boy's ability to manifest the Force. Likely it wouldn't have a total effect, but severely dampened was easily doable. It might feel like a wet blanket had just been thrown over him while he trudged across the tundra's of Hoth, and it would protect the rest from the full strength of whatever the boy tried to do. There was the matter of Erebos, who would likely turn on them as well, further proving the point that the Alliance should have summarily executed them both.

With his ordnance thrown and his mind focusing on suppressing the Force abilities of the little Prince that Could, Draco's light shields activated, expanded to their full meter wide size while the Mandalorian knelt, holding the shields in front of him so that the majority of his body was covered so that Taryc, his companion for this battle could hide behind him from the droids fire.

His fore arm felt like it was going to explode from the pain as slug rounds turned to red hot little balls of lead and vapor against the Light Saber shields. With his focus and Force power all focused elsewhere, he had no numbing agent for the pain, no ability to shunt it out from his mind. He had to suffer it all while the Jedi disabled the prince.

[member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="HK-36"] Elpsis Elaris
 
The Palace-
Jedi Party: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="HK-36"], [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Nick Sept"] and [member="Bethany Kismet"]
[member="Adas James Malgus"] @Darth Erebros
-----------------------

Veino paused as everyone else began to move and turned to look at the ghost sitting atop the rubble. At the back of the group, Veino hadn't even been close to making an impact on the situation. He stopped and gave the ghost a salute.

"You're not wrong, you know. Not even I have any idea what's all going on here."

But then something caught his notice in the Force. Fear and panic from those below- many of them in fact. Panic, almost. Veino stopped, watching the others depart. Then he felt something from inside the pile of rubble, a life force strong in the Force, but confused. He frowned and tried to remember what he had seen until right before everything started collapsing. There had been a woman there against the Sith.

She was alive! He hurried over to the box of stone and stepped back to study it. It was well constructed and buried by so much else. He let his equipment fall next to his armor and removed his helmet. It had been a significant amount of time since he had to use telekinesis in such a moment.

Veino took a seat on the ground and close his eyes, breathing deeply and slowly. The rhythm spread from his lungs through his body and into his mind, slipping aside into a deep calm as the Force welled into his being. It pooled there, like a river held back by a log, swirling and rising.

Blaster fire and explosions echoed in the nearby palace as he sat there, but they were flickers of distraction in his mind that flitted away. Then he reached out with the Force, letting the Force flow free from its pool to surround the stones and wrap them in its river. The tendrils wrapped themselves about the stone, weaving in and through the many gaps to secure the stones. Then with another deep breath, he lifted them.

The strain etched itself across his forehead, sweat beading on his forehead and dripping down to sting his eyes, but he blinked it away. The rocks shifted with a groan as they moved, sending cascades of dust raining down. The air was full of it now. It worked its way into his lungs as he breathed, sending him into a coughing fit. The rocks shuddered, but he caught himself, catching the debris.

Everything was piled up, so it would be rather delicate. A lightsaber might be easier, but without knowing exactly where she was, it was too risky. So he studied the rubble, seeing the balance points and connections. Then he went to work slowly, removing the ones on top first, before moving down to the lower ones. One by one the pieces of rubble, floated away and then crashed to the ground. Hopefully it would be enough and there would still be enough time to get down below.
 
The Zeltron had to keep herself from gawking at [member="Elpsis Elaris"] casual talk about Siobhan. “She’s your aunt? Well, that…that actually makes sense.” An awkward little laugh seemed out of place to her on the battlefield, but she didn’t bother to contain it. “Thank you, dear. You’re quite the beauty yourself. And Alan is doing just fine, but I miss him.” A glint of cheerfulness appeared in her eyes at the mention of her son, as enamored with the infant as she was. The new mother hadn’t even been away for a full day, and already she was starting to miss him.

“I’m not surprised.” Clicking her tongue, she followed the other redhead’s gaze to the war-torn city, nearly leveled by the fighting. “They’re Sith. It’s what they do. You saw how quickly they fled once they realized they Alliance wouldn’t let up.” Not that she could blame them, but their departure came after they’d already trashed the planet to hell. “With the weird space monster and the Force storm, I don’t think they ever had the intention of not razing Atrisia.” The thought began to make her legitimately sad, but she couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at Elpsis. “Hey now, at least he’s gone. One less problem. You’re cute when you’re angry, though.” Squeezing the other woman’s shoulder, she made sure helmet was secure as the gathered allies came into sight at the palace steps.

Joza found herself stiffening to attention [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]’s hardened gaze fell on her and [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]. A grunt of acknowledgement and a slight tilt of her head to show that she understood was her response. “I’ll be back in a second. Don’t have too much fun without me.” Nodding towards Elpsis, she jogged off to scour the remains of the building that had been used as an offensive distraction while a handful of Sith escaped. Stepping gingerly through the rubble, Joza flexed her left hand as the feeling slowly started to come back to it. Her arm still hurt like hell, but a quick redirection of Force energy towards her hurt shoulder soothed the pain. Crucitorn was useful like that—while it had no healing properties, it allowed for pain to be reduced or numbed completely, thus granting some of her mobility back. It was a good skill in the right situation, and she’d used it to replace her lost ability to heal via the Force. After a few minutes of picking her way through the remains, she stumbled across the unconscious and bloodied form of [member="Tony Ro'samo"] . The young man looked terribly battered and scarred from the effects of a Force Lightning attack. “Geeze…” Joza muttered, brushing a hand against his forehead, exhaling sharply when she felt that life had not left his body. “You’re gonna be alright, buddy.” Muttering to the unconscious man, she slipped her good arm around his back and moved his arm around her shoulder. “Up we go.” Rising to a standing position, the Zeltron was quickly flanked by a pair of Kathol Marines. “Get him medical.” One of the men gave her a confused look and she rolled her eyes. “The droids. The medical ones. [member="HK-36"] 's extended relatives or something.”

With Tony now in the care of the Marines, Joza turned her attention back towards the palace, groaning as the sound of blaster fire erupted. The hell was going on now? Taking off into a sprint, she waved off a handful of Marines who looked startled, grabbing their rifles in preparation to defend themselves. “Stay away from the palace, keep working.” Grumbling, she made a beeline towards the palace wherein everyone seemingly had disappeared to. Droids had blocked off the entrances, and so Joza wrapped her hand around the hilt of her sabers and lunged towards a group of Azuchi droids. Waiting until she was as close as she could get without being in range of one of their electrostaves, she activated her blade and sliced cleanly through the back of the nearest Azuchi with tight precision. The droids in the immediate vicinity noted her almost immediately, turning on her and thrusting their electrified weapons in her direction. Following through with her blade, the Zeltron dropped low and rolled to the side, sweeping the metallic legs of one of her attacks with the blue beam.


Adas James Malgus said:
"Wilo... Get below, bring the people out of the Bunkers and rig them"
Fighting her way through the opposition with a dancer’s grace and a Corellian pilot’s foul language, Joza couldn’t help but groan as the alleged Prince gave a particularly suicidal sounding order. Are you kidding me?! Huffing, her gaze spanned out towards her allies who were busy combating the various droids that were defending the Atrisian Prince. Not happening. Skirting the edge of the room, the Zeltron dodged, rolled and slashed until she stumbled upon a nondescript exit leading further down into the palace. Blade in one hand, she let out a shuttering breath as she gathered the Force to her, preparing an ability she’d found much use in—Stasis Field, a more potent and far reaching version of Force Stun. As the Rogue made her way towards the bunker, she would extend her Force enhanced paralysis down the hall, freezing whatever it happened to wash over—including her unknowing target, members of the Boom Boom squad.
 

Nick Sept

Worst Ghost in the Galaxy
Location: Courtyard


[member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="HK-36"] even if he can't see my dead booty [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]


Nick sighed slightly as yet another fight Karked it's way into this. He then watched as some guy with black, messy hair decided that actual search and rescue i na collapsed building was mroe important than all of that. He walked over to the man, phasing through the rocks to glimpse upon he woman in the rubble. While he hadn't been adjacent to her the whole time, he'd still heard every word. He smirked. "Someone's rescuing you. Bit on the broody side, but cute if you're into that look. I'd ask him out," he said with a snicker. "As to your question, lack of forethought is an understatement. Fighting has restarted less than thirty minutes after a ceasefire because the Jedi are many things, but 'good with kids' isn't on the list," he siad with a shrug. "I fell for the young man. Inherited a gods-forgotten disaster, and is basically jsut doing wahtever he's told by whomever seems wisest. He's no ready yet. Any how," he said as light began to peek through some of the earth.



"Stay still. If you don't move until he sees you, I can robably make the extraction easier," he muttered, seeming to turn into some sort of odd angry mist as he walked towrds the collapsed rubble again, nodding towards Veino. "She's a meter and half back and to the right. If you use that glow sword and carve to the left, you can force a tunnel without crack the big rock, which is what's keeping the balcony from falling on her," he said.


He looked to the war. None who would listen. None who would jsut desire rest. His own words misheard and used agaisnt him. Ah, well. Waht was the lesson? War is what happened when politics failed. And frankly, failure was the term for it. The Madnalorians failed to define their cause for entering this theatre. The Alliance failed to convince the people that this attempted "liberation" was anythign mroe than a half-planned coup. The Sith failed to consider that burnign the world merely in the hopes it woudl end their enemeis would magically fix everything. This world had been stabbed and piereced a thousand times, for no reason other than to prove a damn point.



The ghost had no words for Adas and Jacen. Not at this point. They wouldn't learn. His inner smoke-demon, his dark side, focused, thinking on the pain, suffering, and madness of this war. The decent parts of Nick Sept seemed to choke for a moment and then gasped. Down, boy, his inner voice chided him. He focused his mind, chipping at the rock with small burst of telekinesis, focusing as aided Veino. None would lsiten to a voice for peace. War was the decision today of all sides. War never changes, after all....


He focused what little power he had on this. He couldn't save Adas. He couldn't Save Jacen. Taht spiral that they had both chosen couldn't end here, neither of hem could be saved by an outside force. Kark it. If he could save one damn person during this crapshoot, then maybe this day wouldn't be an entire waste. Maybe if he could make one damn thing work i nthis forsaken world, it'd be helping out the two people who wanted to do the right thing. He kept focusing in tandem with the man, working on small rocks here and there. He was no master, and frankly, his best skill had always been finding, not forcing. He strained. This would work, probably.
 
[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="veino garn"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="HK-36"], [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Nick Sept"] [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="Darth Erebos"] @et al

In what might have been the most predictable turn, the young sithling of a prince revealed his super villain final plan and laughed maniacally. The ruin that already was the palace was quickly worsened as a metric butt ton of weary and pissed off force users, droids, and soldiers were forced to fight for their lives. Again.

Briefly, Taryc felt a familiar absence as a ysalamiri magically appeared, then less magically was vanquished as a grav field ended it's tiny life.



Draco Vereen said:
"Use me as Cover Taryc."

She could feel her friend at her back as he utilized the force to do something. She couldn't take the time to feel it out, as there were droids shooting at her, but for the moment she was jealous of his being able to just use the force at a whim. Her training had handicapped her. She had to use incantations to use stronger powers.

She knelt behind Draco as she looked for a way to help without wading in directly. Then she spied all of the broken statuary littering the floor. A wicked grin grew beneath her helmet as she began to speak. "Podnieście wysoko, kamień matki i spadł pocałunek wiatr. Grzechy ojca syn może nie wiem, ale niech czują jego kogut." She focused on the pieces of masonry, some of it particulate dust, others fist sized stones, and some larger, and continued chanting her impromptu incantation, visualizing with all of her concentration on what she wanted to see done. She forced a large amount of energy into powering and controlling the maelstrom of stone, as she pushed the smaller stones and chunks at the remaining droids that weren't almost instantly cut down by fighters amped up on adrenaline already. She wasn't as careful with those as she might have been, as she had a primary goal with one specific piece.

The largest piece, roughly the size of a man's torso, was a portion of statue that had maintained integrity. The bottom of the over obvious bulge was pointed right at the sternum of the sithling prince who was being actively suppressed, with the rest rising higher. Aiming with all of her control, she sent the piece of his father statuary to smash into his face with a large amount of force.

Of course, she didn't entirely see Jacen try to taze him, nor the other ways in which he might possibly miss getting a face full of his father, but her intent would likely be clear to any who were watching.
 
OOC: With both padawans on LOA, I will roll with it by myself.

IC: Location: Inysh, en route for Atrisia
Allies: GA [member="Zark"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Relief efforts

"Therapy Command, come in!"

"High Command, this is Therapy Command, awaiting instructions"

"Admiral, now that Lotek'k has been killed, and that the Force-storm has been taken out of this planet, you are to deploy on Atrisia to begin relief efforts"

"Any threats that could directly threaten Inysh? The hospital ships in-system are lightly armed, and the Bestine isn't much better-armed"

"The Bestine has been ordered to stay in-system, but there is nothing major that would require more firepower. However, with the supervolcano still erupting, I won't begrudge you if you're not going. If you do go, Shiso is your priority for evacuation"

"With the supervolcano, all we can do is evacuate as many people as we can, bring them back to Inysh"

Mateus-class ships could have rather variable cargo capacity depending on the subclass: 3-5 million tons. Of course, something's gotta give for increasing the weapons loadout: the obvious choice was the cargo capacity. This ship sacrificed 40% of its cargo capacity to fit the latest refits: from 5 million tons as was the case on Hakassi and during the Omega War, it is now 3 million tons. Rumors abound that the First Order's most terrifying battlecruiser, the Darr Itah-class, could carry circa 5-7 million tons of cargo, knowing that this information is only publicly known as "literally astronomical" and, by that logic, the Mateus-class has equally astronomical cargo capacity for its size class. When Therapy Command departed Hakassi for Inysh, the cargo hold was completely full; only a small amount of that was actually used to deploy the triage site. Sure IGR paid for part of the supplies, but much of the supplies were coming from Logistical Command's reserves and to be kept until a later date due to the supervolcano erupting.

"The NJO will take over on Inysh, Captain Tidio, and I'll take what supplies we have left onboard the ANS Hero of Coruscant to help out the people on Atrisia proper. Also I'll take part in evacuating what people we can out of Atrisia and back here"

"But what of the command here, admiral? What of your padawans? That is, [member="Geloyra Malleus"] and [member="Siriwook"]?"

"You're in command here now. Both my padawans are to remain on Inysh: Atrisia is too dangerous for them. They're raw apprentices"

"As you command, admiral"

"I'm going back to the command ship"

Luckily she had a Mateus-class fleet carrier for a flagship, that could land on a planet and help out in disaster relief. This was one of the few times where she could actually be grateful for her carrier to be capable of landing on planets, but actually landing this thing on Atrisia would be the first time where the Mateus-class' first operational landing. Sure each Mateus-class ship is tested for planetary landings before it is delivered, but not many navies would actually think it is doable. Just that Cathul boarded the very shuttle she used to land down on the surface, piloted by another person from the flight corps. Now that the weather was stable, unlike the way in, her shuttle would have no problem making for her flagship's ventral hangar unscathed, and, from the ventral hangar, make it back to the bridge, using Instinctive Astrogation Control to calculate a course from Inysh to Atrisia, and lay that into the ship's navicomputer, once on the bridge.

"All attack craft, return to ship; all ships, prepare to jump to hyperspace on my mark!"

"Where to, admiral?"

"Our new orders are to evacuate as many people as we can off Atrisia, specifically the city of Shiso: any closer from the supervolcano and we may be taking unacceptable levels of casualties"

"Stand by"

"Lightspeed!"

Therapy Command (4300m; en route to Atrisia):

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier): 2000m
ANS Yag'dhul (Dreadnought Mk3): 700m
ANS Vandelhelm (Dreadnought Mk3): 700m
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7): 300m

Attack craft (in hangar):
144 T-70 X-Wings
60 BB-2 bombers

NJO ships (in the Inysh system):

In-system:

ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser): 790m
ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser): 790m
ANS Bestine (Acclamator-class assault ship): 752m
ANS Ritalin (Saint-class SAR craft) 250m
ANS Prozac (Saint-class SAR craft) 250m
 

Users who are viewing this thread

Top Bottom