Sonja quickly grinned and nodded to @[member="Daxton Bane"]. She then lifted up her mask to cover her face and proceeded into the dropship alongside Daxton. "I see you've been keeping up with yourself. Glad to see you aren't six feet under by now. Missed me?" Sonja said with a small grin. With her rifle between her legs, Sonja reminisced her past in the CIS military. "Let's see if I gotta pull your ass outta fire again, shall we?" The dropship came towards the city of Dar'vadia, deploying the troops of the 117th. The plan was simple: find your next, park your ass, and shoot.
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Hemlock Briar
Plant loving Draethos
Lucrehulk-class Command Carrier- Infirmary
Hemlock had been assigned to go with his teacher in the aid of her faction's dominion of a planet. It wasn’t hard to convince the eager healer who was ready to help whoever needed it, paying no attention to creeds or borders. Hemlock had heard news of the Confederacy over his stay in the Fringe but nothing either way about them, all he had to hear was that they stood for freedom just as the Fringe did.
The healer followed close behind his teacher. Feena had become a sort of friend over the last few weeks after she stumbled into his life in the middle of the dune sea. She had sensed an inner light within the healer, something no one had realized since his former instructor passed away. Feenarah meant a lot to Hemlock and though he hadn’t met baby Celeste or Keter yet they both meant a lot to him too because they were important to Feena. It was the consequence of taking an empath under your wing.
Hemlock had the standard med kit on him, the one issued to him by Feena herself. He made sure he always had it on him, he hadn’t seen anyone forget their medkit around Feena yet but he didn’t want to be there for the one who did. He was ready to heal whomever needed the help, whatever their injuries. The entire battle was a mystery to the Draethos, he tried his hardest to focus on his job.
@[member="Feena Mason"]
Hemlock had been assigned to go with his teacher in the aid of her faction's dominion of a planet. It wasn’t hard to convince the eager healer who was ready to help whoever needed it, paying no attention to creeds or borders. Hemlock had heard news of the Confederacy over his stay in the Fringe but nothing either way about them, all he had to hear was that they stood for freedom just as the Fringe did.
The healer followed close behind his teacher. Feena had become a sort of friend over the last few weeks after she stumbled into his life in the middle of the dune sea. She had sensed an inner light within the healer, something no one had realized since his former instructor passed away. Feenarah meant a lot to Hemlock and though he hadn’t met baby Celeste or Keter yet they both meant a lot to him too because they were important to Feena. It was the consequence of taking an empath under your wing.
Hemlock had the standard med kit on him, the one issued to him by Feena herself. He made sure he always had it on him, he hadn’t seen anyone forget their medkit around Feena yet but he didn’t want to be there for the one who did. He was ready to heal whomever needed the help, whatever their injuries. The entire battle was a mystery to the Draethos, he tried his hardest to focus on his job.
@[member="Feena Mason"]
Other Space Kaiden
Better than other-other space Kaiden
"It's all going to be okay baby, don't cry shhhh, just don't look" A man, wearing the cloths of a militia member, said to his small child as his brunette wife held him tight across his chest. The little girl, who could not have been more than six, was flooding the city with the warm tears running down her face. As the little girl cried, the masked terror grabbed her by her shoulders and looked the militiaman right his eyes with his own soulless pits
"Yes...that's right. Tell her everything will be okay, tell her those sweet...little....lies" Jareth whispered in a mockingly sweet voice as he knelled beside the small child and wiped a tear from her cheek
"You bastard! Get away from her!" The militiaman screamed and kicked, but he was being held back by the rope that kept his hands strapped to a nearby pole. His wife was unable to act either, as her hands were bound and kept her from releasing her hug on her husband.
Jareth just laughed as the man struggled, paying no mind to the violence and fighting that was taking place on the other side of the building that the group was behind. The masked man cared little for the battle being waged, he was here to make the CIS's taking of the planet a costly one. "Don't get so upset, I won't harm her in the slightest." Jareth's words slithered from his mouth ominously as he stood from his kneeling position and gave a slight hand signal to his human followers. The other masked men standing around the scene moved into action. One man grabbed the small child in a tight hug while another used his thumbs and index fingers to hold open her eyes.
"Sir." a masked soldier said, moving quickly up to Jareth and whispering "is this necessary? I mean...look at them, they haven't done-
"Anything?" Jareth finished "exactly, they haven't done anything. They moved here to escape government but then welcome the CIS with open arms. They take no action, they only wallow in their own filth until someone comes to pick them up...inaction is the greatest sin." Jareth hissed. Most of his current entourage were loyal followers of him and had served Jareth in his slaving days. They had all lost something at the hands of the CIS and were each heartless in their own ways, but some were hired mercenaries and not all of them could stomach Jareth's mission.
This particular merc was not going to cause further issues though, he just hung his head and backed up. Whether he was afraid of losing his pay or of Jareth himself was unknown, but it was of little consequence. The masked leader looked back to the man and wife, one still struggling and cursing Jareth while the other just cried and pleaded. "Why are you doing this! We can give you money! I'll...I'll do anything. Please just let us go!" Jareth gave an evil grin under his mask before turning to one of his men who was filming the whole ordeal. With a slight nod, the man closed in with the camera and another came up behind the woman.
"Oh no...i don't want your money sweetie." Jareth mused as he walked over to the woman and stroked a hand through her hair, invoking a violent series of curses from her husband "I don't want your body either."
The husband gritted his teeth and spat on Jareth's mask "what do you want then, you lunatic?"
Jareth didn't wipe the saliva away, instead he just turned and gave a dead look at the man he had tied up as he put a single palm on a handle sticking from his armor "to send a message." in a flash, the terror had unsheathed a large vibrodagger and dug the metal blade deep into the man's neck. The victims eyes grew hide and his rant turned to deep gargling as blood filled his throat. The screams of two female voices were quickly rendered to one as Jareth's soldier did the same to the mother from behind.
"and what a message it will be." Jareth whispered as he slid the dagger from the right side of the man's neck to the left, causing a pool of blood to rush forth. As the blade was withdrawn and the little girl's screams filled the air, Jareth turned to the camera and said, "Don't you agree mister Grand Marshal?" with that, the camera was turned off and the soldier lowered it before taking the holotape out and handing it to Jareth. Walking over to the little girl, he knelt down to her traumatized face and wiped away her tears.
As he did so, a Confederate dropship soared overhead and the terror looked up to see it. "Looks like our guests have arrived. Quickly, tie the girl up here and let's give them a warm welcome." Stick the holotape in a pocket on the little girl's blue dress, Jareth stood and slung his blaster into his hands.
"Yes...that's right. Tell her everything will be okay, tell her those sweet...little....lies" Jareth whispered in a mockingly sweet voice as he knelled beside the small child and wiped a tear from her cheek
"You bastard! Get away from her!" The militiaman screamed and kicked, but he was being held back by the rope that kept his hands strapped to a nearby pole. His wife was unable to act either, as her hands were bound and kept her from releasing her hug on her husband.
Jareth just laughed as the man struggled, paying no mind to the violence and fighting that was taking place on the other side of the building that the group was behind. The masked man cared little for the battle being waged, he was here to make the CIS's taking of the planet a costly one. "Don't get so upset, I won't harm her in the slightest." Jareth's words slithered from his mouth ominously as he stood from his kneeling position and gave a slight hand signal to his human followers. The other masked men standing around the scene moved into action. One man grabbed the small child in a tight hug while another used his thumbs and index fingers to hold open her eyes.
"Sir." a masked soldier said, moving quickly up to Jareth and whispering "is this necessary? I mean...look at them, they haven't done-
"Anything?" Jareth finished "exactly, they haven't done anything. They moved here to escape government but then welcome the CIS with open arms. They take no action, they only wallow in their own filth until someone comes to pick them up...inaction is the greatest sin." Jareth hissed. Most of his current entourage were loyal followers of him and had served Jareth in his slaving days. They had all lost something at the hands of the CIS and were each heartless in their own ways, but some were hired mercenaries and not all of them could stomach Jareth's mission.
This particular merc was not going to cause further issues though, he just hung his head and backed up. Whether he was afraid of losing his pay or of Jareth himself was unknown, but it was of little consequence. The masked leader looked back to the man and wife, one still struggling and cursing Jareth while the other just cried and pleaded. "Why are you doing this! We can give you money! I'll...I'll do anything. Please just let us go!" Jareth gave an evil grin under his mask before turning to one of his men who was filming the whole ordeal. With a slight nod, the man closed in with the camera and another came up behind the woman.
"Oh no...i don't want your money sweetie." Jareth mused as he walked over to the woman and stroked a hand through her hair, invoking a violent series of curses from her husband "I don't want your body either."
The husband gritted his teeth and spat on Jareth's mask "what do you want then, you lunatic?"
Jareth didn't wipe the saliva away, instead he just turned and gave a dead look at the man he had tied up as he put a single palm on a handle sticking from his armor "to send a message." in a flash, the terror had unsheathed a large vibrodagger and dug the metal blade deep into the man's neck. The victims eyes grew hide and his rant turned to deep gargling as blood filled his throat. The screams of two female voices were quickly rendered to one as Jareth's soldier did the same to the mother from behind.
"and what a message it will be." Jareth whispered as he slid the dagger from the right side of the man's neck to the left, causing a pool of blood to rush forth. As the blade was withdrawn and the little girl's screams filled the air, Jareth turned to the camera and said, "Don't you agree mister Grand Marshal?" with that, the camera was turned off and the soldier lowered it before taking the holotape out and handing it to Jareth. Walking over to the little girl, he knelt down to her traumatized face and wiped away her tears.
As he did so, a Confederate dropship soared overhead and the terror looked up to see it. "Looks like our guests have arrived. Quickly, tie the girl up here and let's give them a warm welcome." Stick the holotape in a pocket on the little girl's blue dress, Jareth stood and slung his blaster into his hands.
A P E X
Before the orbital bombardment of the anti-aircraft batteries could begin, a hellish transmission erupted into view from the surface below. It broadcasted across the open channel, playing before the eyes of every Confederate soldier with so much as a HUD. It also played before the eyes of the Grand Marshal, in the place of the holographic projection that typically manifested in the form of a map. A furious anger arose within the very heart of the Vong-shaped clone, so much so that he slammed his fist into the console. "Damn it!" he roared. "What kind of anim-" His outrage was cut short by duty, for as the words formed in his mouth, he was alerted by the adjacent personnel that the targets had been locked.
"Fire, FIRE!" he ordered, to which the barrage began. A precision strike unleashed upon the anti-aircraft batteries, pummeling the Stormtrooper base of old with Confederate fire. Due to the fact that their ground forces were concentrated at the city, the CIS personnel on the ground had no fear of friendly fire or civilian casualties. When the barrage ended, the result were devastated, smoldering structures that formerly barred a full landing operation. "The skies are clear, began the Grand Marshal, broadcasting across the open channel, "all ground forces: deploy! We're taking that sick bastard down." With his orders given, the clone then turned to the Ensign who had proven himself remarkably well.
"Ready a dropship for me, I'm going down to the surface personally."
@Nocturno, @[member="AR-G002"], @[member="Sonja Mercier"], @[member="Jareth Oldron"], @[member="Aedan Miles"], @[member="Daxton Bane"], @[member="Saren Lonecaller"], @[member="Sophia Walsh"], @[member="Feena Mason"], @[member="Helios Meldonus Kingpriest"], @[member="Hemlock Briar"].
"Fire, FIRE!" he ordered, to which the barrage began. A precision strike unleashed upon the anti-aircraft batteries, pummeling the Stormtrooper base of old with Confederate fire. Due to the fact that their ground forces were concentrated at the city, the CIS personnel on the ground had no fear of friendly fire or civilian casualties. When the barrage ended, the result were devastated, smoldering structures that formerly barred a full landing operation. "The skies are clear, began the Grand Marshal, broadcasting across the open channel, "all ground forces: deploy! We're taking that sick bastard down." With his orders given, the clone then turned to the Ensign who had proven himself remarkably well.
"Ready a dropship for me, I'm going down to the surface personally."
@Nocturno, @[member="AR-G002"], @[member="Sonja Mercier"], @[member="Jareth Oldron"], @[member="Aedan Miles"], @[member="Daxton Bane"], @[member="Saren Lonecaller"], @[member="Sophia Walsh"], @[member="Feena Mason"], @[member="Helios Meldonus Kingpriest"], @[member="Hemlock Briar"].
D O M I N U S
Enter Master Helios Kingpriest, an individual who was a stark contrast to the young Master in numerous ways. First and foremost, there was the obvious difference in attire choice; which spoke volumes of their respective histories as Jedi and Sith. However, it was quite the beautiful thing that a warrior of the light and one of the dark could come together, under the banner of a single organization, and work together towards snuffing out an atrocious act. When approached by the individual of equivalent rank, despite the fact that Josiah presided over his division, he was surprised to be greeted as a superior and not an equal. After all, they had sat as equals on the Master Council; but nonetheless he greeted the man with warmth and tact. "Ah, Master Kingpriest, I'm glad that we have this opportunity to work together. This is my apprentice, Sophia Wal-"
His words were cut short by an incoming transmission, which manifested itself in the terminal built into his bracer. Then, in seconds, the expression of warmth and optimism turned into one of horror and disgust as he bore witness to the atrocious acts committed by the Gamorreans and their terrorist allies. There was absolutely no time to waste, they had to go. Now. Once the transmission concluded, Josiah looked to the both of them, with righteous anger burning in the depths of his eyes. "We need to get down there, pronto." he began, entering the dropship before addressing the pilot. "Petty Officer, let's get going." There was plenty of time for the pair to board before the engines actually ignited, and once the doors came to a close the dropship lifted up out of the hanger and soared off down to the planet's surface.
Ultimately, the ship would come to a halt in the landing zone cleared by the combined efforts of the High Marshal and the Corsair Brotherhood. They were only a short distance from one of the many holes blown into the walls, and as such were going to need to fight their way in.
"Come, the people need us."
@[member="Sophia Walsh"], @[member="Helios Meldonus Kingpriest"], @[member="Saren Lonecaller"].
His words were cut short by an incoming transmission, which manifested itself in the terminal built into his bracer. Then, in seconds, the expression of warmth and optimism turned into one of horror and disgust as he bore witness to the atrocious acts committed by the Gamorreans and their terrorist allies. There was absolutely no time to waste, they had to go. Now. Once the transmission concluded, Josiah looked to the both of them, with righteous anger burning in the depths of his eyes. "We need to get down there, pronto." he began, entering the dropship before addressing the pilot. "Petty Officer, let's get going." There was plenty of time for the pair to board before the engines actually ignited, and once the doors came to a close the dropship lifted up out of the hanger and soared off down to the planet's surface.
Ultimately, the ship would come to a halt in the landing zone cleared by the combined efforts of the High Marshal and the Corsair Brotherhood. They were only a short distance from one of the many holes blown into the walls, and as such were going to need to fight their way in.
"Come, the people need us."
@[member="Sophia Walsh"], @[member="Helios Meldonus Kingpriest"], @[member="Saren Lonecaller"].
D O M I N U S
After serving alongside Feena Mason for quite some time, there were a multitude of changes which had wormed themselves into the heart and mind of the one formerly known as Dar'jetii. Perhaps it was simply growing up. Perhaps it was constantly being around the former Jedi Master. Perhaps it was both! Whatever it was, the Mandalorian simply could not stand the Darkness, nor the Sith, any longer. He shed the shameful title that once characterized him and once more adopted the title of his birth: Isley Verd. He also assumed a new mantle, one perfectly suited for his redemption: that of Jedi Knight. This was the first time that Isley had the opportunity to see the Archon since his change, and he hoped that she would approve of the new him.
To this end, the armored Mandalorian awaited her arrival outside of the dropship he had selected to bear them down to the surface. However, unlike all the times before, he had his helmet in his hands. This was an absolute rarity, and quite frankly, it would be the first time Feena would see his face. He preferred this, for he wanted to properly thank her for all she had done for him; with his own eyes. That said, Isley awaited the arrival of his partner in crime, with his mind slightly on the task at hand.
@[member="Feena Mason"], @[member="Hemlock Briar"], @[member="Praxis"].
To this end, the armored Mandalorian awaited her arrival outside of the dropship he had selected to bear them down to the surface. However, unlike all the times before, he had his helmet in his hands. This was an absolute rarity, and quite frankly, it would be the first time Feena would see his face. He preferred this, for he wanted to properly thank her for all she had done for him; with his own eyes. That said, Isley awaited the arrival of his partner in crime, with his mind slightly on the task at hand.
@[member="Feena Mason"], @[member="Hemlock Briar"], @[member="Praxis"].
The Eternal Queen
Feena moved along at a swift pace, her new student close behind. He was punctual, always on top of things. She liked that. When she did remind him to do something, it was out of habit, not out of necessity. He always knew what he was doing.
As she approached the drop shit, Feena stopped in her tracks. Could this honestly be...?
"Isley? @[member="Isley Verd"]?"
Her eyes narrowed as she studied his face. Something was different. Well, aside from his obvious masklessness... if that was a word. (Which Feena was pretty sure wasn't.) But it wasn't just his face. It was everything. He just... seemed lighter.
"You look... so different. Older. And did you lose weight?"
@Hemlock Briar, @Praxis.
As she approached the drop shit, Feena stopped in her tracks. Could this honestly be...?
"Isley? @[member="Isley Verd"]?"
Her eyes narrowed as she studied his face. Something was different. Well, aside from his obvious masklessness... if that was a word. (Which Feena was pretty sure wasn't.) But it wasn't just his face. It was everything. He just... seemed lighter.
"You look... so different. Older. And did you lose weight?"
@Hemlock Briar, @Praxis.
Character
With the orders given, the droid called forth 3 of the droids in his squad while leaving the rest on the bridge to keep communication open and relay orders. "Roger, Roger Grand Marshal." Within seconds the droids equipped their blasters and encircled the Grand Marshal ready to escort him where needed. With the escort on route to the hangers, the ensign kept up with transmissions and communications keeping the Grand Marshal informed of all movements and incidents. "Sir, you shall be escorted down to the planet with a platoon of Raptors and B-2 super battle droids at your command. I will continue to launch our troops and maintain communications up here and attempt to get a supply line open." Reaching a lift they allowed the Marshal in before entering with him and blockading the entrance not allowing anyone in unless the Marshal said otherwise. With the soft ping the elevator signaled that it was closing it doors.
@[member="Genesis Rostu"]
@[member="Genesis Rostu"]
Sonja had taken her position atop the capital building, alongside a few of her higher ranked battalion snipers. "117, on my mark." Sonja said through her commlink. She waited for the appropriate moment to provide covering fire for her allies. "Keep your eyes open for any and all commanding officers. They are high priority targets. Is that clear?" she said into her commlink as well. Her soldier's replied with a strong "Yes ma'am!" and readied their rifles. The 117th chose their sniper nests well. They were greatly elevated and provided 360 degree view of the battlefield. They were pros at this. This was their life.
Sophia Walsh
Captain Walsh
She was very much used to being the one whom led the charge into enemy territory. Sophia always went in first so to protect her crew and warn them of what was ahead. They hadn't done many missions like that but that's how it was. She never had been one to paint her nails and drink tea while everyone else did the grunt work. Sophia was in there with them and many times put herself right into dangers way to protect those she was in charge of. It was different here though and she needed to remember that the Master's were in charge of this operation not her. Didn't change the fact that Sophia still had their back dispute how terrible her light saber skills were.
Standing up from her seat Sophia unclipped her light saber from her belt. She didn't know exactly what was out there but Sophia was prepared for the worse. The look on her master's face and the seriousness in his voice told her it was worse than originally thought. Sophia was prepared though, she always prepared for the worst. Even though they were still in the dropship Sophia could hear the blaster fire and commotion right outside. The enemy was probably right outside waiting for them.
Sophia sideways glanced at Josiah as the door began to open. She would follow his lead into this battle.
@[member="Josiah Denko"], @[member="Helios Meldonus Kingpriest"], @[member="Saren Lonecaller"].
Standing up from her seat Sophia unclipped her light saber from her belt. She didn't know exactly what was out there but Sophia was prepared for the worse. The look on her master's face and the seriousness in his voice told her it was worse than originally thought. Sophia was prepared though, she always prepared for the worst. Even though they were still in the dropship Sophia could hear the blaster fire and commotion right outside. The enemy was probably right outside waiting for them.
Sophia sideways glanced at Josiah as the door began to open. She would follow his lead into this battle.
@[member="Josiah Denko"], @[member="Helios Meldonus Kingpriest"], @[member="Saren Lonecaller"].
D O M I N U S
A small chuckle escaped the Mandalorian's lips as the Archon assessed the differences that had taken place. It was amusing that she'd think that he'd have lost weight, as evidenced by the fact that the way he fit into his armor had not changed. However, there may have been a nugget of truth to her question of age: perhaps wisdom came with a change of appearance? In any case, he smiled and stepped forward, attempting a brief, one-armed embrace whilst stating. "No, I haven't lost weight or anything. I simply let go of the Darkness and adopted the Light. You, I have to thank for that."
With the sentimental moment over, Isley stepped back and replaced his helmet upon his head, then opened the door to the dropship. He then motioned for the Archon and her follower to join him on the inside. "Come, we must be quick. There are many people who require our assistance on the ground."
@[member="Emahana"], @[member="Hemlock Briar"], @[member="Praxis"].
With the sentimental moment over, Isley stepped back and replaced his helmet upon his head, then opened the door to the dropship. He then motioned for the Archon and her follower to join him on the inside. "Come, we must be quick. There are many people who require our assistance on the ground."
@[member="Emahana"], @[member="Hemlock Briar"], @[member="Praxis"].
Desmond Voralis.
Soldier of Fortune
Desmond had to admit, the gear was nice. The armor was better than his old suit, and part of the contract rather than an extra expense. Access to a military armory was another bonus as well. Sure, he was taking orders now, but so far Genesis had been the exact sort of leader the veteran mercenary could respect. How long he stuck it out was still anyone's guess, but for as long as he was here he was definitely going to take advantage of the perks.
Grenades, scattergun, vibroknives, det-packs and his trusty DC-15. He was as ready for this as he was going to get. He grinned at Daxton, ticking off a teasing salute to the mildly insane zabrak before sliding his helmet into place. Running around in full CIS kit was certainly a change.
As soon as they landed, he hit the ground running, keeping pace with the other front liners as they moved into cover. His squad's goal was straightforward enough: screen and protect Sonja's sniper team from any infantry advance. They were deep behind enemy lines, as soon as they were noticed there was going to be absolute chaos.
Desmond wasn't going to miss this for anything in the galaxy.
@[member="Genesis Rostu"], @[member="Sonja Mercier"], @[member="Daxton Bane"]
Grenades, scattergun, vibroknives, det-packs and his trusty DC-15. He was as ready for this as he was going to get. He grinned at Daxton, ticking off a teasing salute to the mildly insane zabrak before sliding his helmet into place. Running around in full CIS kit was certainly a change.
As soon as they landed, he hit the ground running, keeping pace with the other front liners as they moved into cover. His squad's goal was straightforward enough: screen and protect Sonja's sniper team from any infantry advance. They were deep behind enemy lines, as soon as they were noticed there was going to be absolute chaos.
Desmond wasn't going to miss this for anything in the galaxy.
@[member="Genesis Rostu"], @[member="Sonja Mercier"], @[member="Daxton Bane"]
A P E X
"Excellent Ensign, keep up the good work." came the simple reply of the clone as he was escorted down the hall by the droid units. Once within the elevator, he opened a private transmission to a small unit of individuals who had served him well in the past. They were strong, dependable, and consisted of a small number of Yuuzhan Vong, Humans, and other races native to the Confederacy. This unit, his personal company of elite subordinates, were the Black Watch. "Time to move out," he said simply, "meet me on the ground. Coordinates have been sent." With that said, the lift began its descent down to the hanger and the Grand Marshal strode forth alongside the droids to a dropship awaiting his occupation.
As promised by the Ensign, once he was situated and the dropship had taken off, the vessel was immediately flanked by an escort that followed the ship to the Landing Zone that had been cleared beforehand. Once there, the clone disembarked and got a good look at the surrounding area...there was chaos, and the Gamorrean forces were quickly gaining the upper hand over the militia. Commanding his unit of droids forward, he drew forth his slugthrower and began to unleash a barrage of slugs into the enemy. "Let's move! To the walls!" he ordered, then he commenced yet another line of communication. "Ensign, scramble the remaining dropships. Get everyone down here, on the double. And make sure the Black Watch has priority clearance to my position." Once said, he then broadcasted across the open channel, reaching out to the forces that were already on the ground. "This is Rostu, what's your status?"
@[member="AR-G002"], @Nocturno, @[member="Sonja Mercier"], @[member="Daxton Bane"], @[member="Desmond Voralis."]
As promised by the Ensign, once he was situated and the dropship had taken off, the vessel was immediately flanked by an escort that followed the ship to the Landing Zone that had been cleared beforehand. Once there, the clone disembarked and got a good look at the surrounding area...there was chaos, and the Gamorrean forces were quickly gaining the upper hand over the militia. Commanding his unit of droids forward, he drew forth his slugthrower and began to unleash a barrage of slugs into the enemy. "Let's move! To the walls!" he ordered, then he commenced yet another line of communication. "Ensign, scramble the remaining dropships. Get everyone down here, on the double. And make sure the Black Watch has priority clearance to my position." Once said, he then broadcasted across the open channel, reaching out to the forces that were already on the ground. "This is Rostu, what's your status?"
@[member="AR-G002"], @Nocturno, @[member="Sonja Mercier"], @[member="Daxton Bane"], @[member="Desmond Voralis."]
D O M I N U S
Once the doors of the dropship slid open, the young Master was greeted by the hellish sight of a slaughter. Hordes of bovine-humanoids flooded from the damaged Stormtrooper base, into the numerous holes that had been inflicted on Dra'vadia's walls. Time was of the essence, and as such Josiah reached out with the Force. The motion was miniscule and one of instinct, for with the sweeping of his right hand, one of his pair of lightsabers was telekinetically plucked from his belt and delivered to his waiting grasp. Once the durasteel hilt was comfortably in his gloved grasp, his eyes lulled to a momentary close. For those insensitive to the Force, it would have appeared as though Josiah was taking a minute to collect his thoughts...but those sensitive to the Force would see something else entirely.
There was a grand pouring out of self, and the presence of the Force rushed forth like a mighty tide and filled every fiber of his being. Like an empty cup, he allowed himself to be a vessel of the Light Side of the Force, and as such adopted the mindset of pure intent. Known as Battlemind, this particular influx of force presence characterized an impending vigor that would grant Josiah access to the strength needed to overcome the literal army before him. Once this state had been achieved, his eyes snapped open and the golden blade of his saber extended in response to the touch of his finger upon the weapon's ignition.
Snap. Hiss.
"They're coming from the Stormtrooper base to the North. I'd say we focus on breaking the enemy lines, then fight our way inside. The greater forces can utilize this break in the rush of enemies to mount a counter offensive against the influx, thereby giving the militia a reprieve and our forces a chance to clear out Dra'vadia." said Josiah, his voice as serious as the grave. Then, he turned his attention to Sophia, and the stone hard expression softened immensely. "Stay close...I don't want anything to happen to you." Then to his Eldorai comrade, he added. "Let us see what we can do together."
Now there was no more need for words, and the Templar Master disembarked first. The Force, surging through him, heeded his call with the utmost swiftness. As his long, confident strides bore him to the scene of the rushing Gamorreans, he gathered and concentrated unseen might; a might that only those sensitive to the Force could witness. Those literal animals who were rushing forward would not know what hit them...until it was too late...Suddenly, his hands flew forward and a wave of telekinetic force exploded forth from the young Master. The waves of grass between he and the enemy we swiftly battered down flat as the furious Wave made its way across the expanse and claimed its first victims in the blink of an eye. Bodies flew, weapons were scattered, bones were shattered. With but two hands, he had created quite the distraction.
And now, the attention was placed right where he wanted it: on him. With blade at the ready, he rushed forth and met the first batch of Gamorreans in combat, easily rending through them. Being brutes, they were little challenge in the face of his skill. Yet, despite his obvious advantage in terms of ability, he did not allow himself any satisfaction; nor arrogance. He fought valiantly, yet with caution, keeping his moves clean, precise, and effective.
@[member="Sophia Walsh"], @[member="Helios Meldonus Kingpriest"], @[member="Saren Lonecaller"].
There was a grand pouring out of self, and the presence of the Force rushed forth like a mighty tide and filled every fiber of his being. Like an empty cup, he allowed himself to be a vessel of the Light Side of the Force, and as such adopted the mindset of pure intent. Known as Battlemind, this particular influx of force presence characterized an impending vigor that would grant Josiah access to the strength needed to overcome the literal army before him. Once this state had been achieved, his eyes snapped open and the golden blade of his saber extended in response to the touch of his finger upon the weapon's ignition.
Snap. Hiss.
"They're coming from the Stormtrooper base to the North. I'd say we focus on breaking the enemy lines, then fight our way inside. The greater forces can utilize this break in the rush of enemies to mount a counter offensive against the influx, thereby giving the militia a reprieve and our forces a chance to clear out Dra'vadia." said Josiah, his voice as serious as the grave. Then, he turned his attention to Sophia, and the stone hard expression softened immensely. "Stay close...I don't want anything to happen to you." Then to his Eldorai comrade, he added. "Let us see what we can do together."
Now there was no more need for words, and the Templar Master disembarked first. The Force, surging through him, heeded his call with the utmost swiftness. As his long, confident strides bore him to the scene of the rushing Gamorreans, he gathered and concentrated unseen might; a might that only those sensitive to the Force could witness. Those literal animals who were rushing forward would not know what hit them...until it was too late...Suddenly, his hands flew forward and a wave of telekinetic force exploded forth from the young Master. The waves of grass between he and the enemy we swiftly battered down flat as the furious Wave made its way across the expanse and claimed its first victims in the blink of an eye. Bodies flew, weapons were scattered, bones were shattered. With but two hands, he had created quite the distraction.
And now, the attention was placed right where he wanted it: on him. With blade at the ready, he rushed forth and met the first batch of Gamorreans in combat, easily rending through them. Being brutes, they were little challenge in the face of his skill. Yet, despite his obvious advantage in terms of ability, he did not allow himself any satisfaction; nor arrogance. He fought valiantly, yet with caution, keeping his moves clean, precise, and effective.
@[member="Sophia Walsh"], @[member="Helios Meldonus Kingpriest"], @[member="Saren Lonecaller"].
Peeping through her scope, Sonja kept her eyes on the forces fighting off the invading Gamorreans. "117, fire when ready. Pick your targets wisely." the Major commanded through her commlink. Rain of sniper fire came from the buildings and onto the enemy forces. One by one, they droped like flies. Sniper shots flew from the elevated positions of the 117 and each shot was a killshot. "Grand Marshal. This is Major Sonja Mercier of the 117. Glad to hear your voice again. As usual, we're doing pretty solid here. Stacking up kils like hotcakes. Lemme know if you need some asisstance again, boss. Sonja out." was Sonja's reply to the Grand Marshal's inquiry of the sitrep. Things were fairing well for the 117. They had their leader back and are now doing better than before.@gene
@[member="Genesis Rostu"]
@[member="Genesis Rostu"]
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With the distraction of the Templar unit which had landed, coupled with the droid forces of the High Marshal, the Grand Marshal was clear to make his way into a flanking position. Of course, the success of this manuever depended upon how swiftly the Black Watch landed and contributed their numbers and efforts to the combating of the Gamorreans from the rear whilst Sonja's forces within the city combat the enemy from the front. Of course, Genesis was absolutely certain that the Ensign would give the Black Watch first priority on exiting the ship, and therefore they would be down to the planet's surface in no time at all. With these thoughts in mind, the clone and his unit of droids utilized the cover of the surrounding woods in order to make their strikes count. Guerilla tactics, and effective ones at that whilst they worked their way towards the wall.
"Glad to hear it Major," came the clone's response to Sonja, "I'm working my way towards you now. I could use a little relief if you've got a few snipers to spare. I'm moving along the trees, need some breaks in the enemy resistance so I can push towards the city."
@[member="Sonja Mercier"], @Nocturno, @[member="Daxton Bane"], @[member="Desmond Voralis."]
"Glad to hear it Major," came the clone's response to Sonja, "I'm working my way towards you now. I could use a little relief if you've got a few snipers to spare. I'm moving along the trees, need some breaks in the enemy resistance so I can push towards the city."
@[member="Sonja Mercier"], @Nocturno, @[member="Daxton Bane"], @[member="Desmond Voralis."]
Desmond Voralis.
Soldier of Fortune
Desmond snapped off a few shots, dropping a Gamorrean scout. More of the pig men were right behind him, though. Someone out there had the sense to try and neutralize the sniper nest, it seemed.
"Genesis, this is Voralis, I've got a team holding position near the snipers. We'll keep as many of them busy as we can."
He advanced into a better position, one with a bit more visibility towards whatever might be approaching at street level. He threw out a concussion grenade before ducking behind a low barrier for cover, the detonation killing two more of the advancing Gamorreans. He started to wonder just how many more were on their way.
When he saw at least two dozen more approaching from the end of the street, he grinned and opened fire.
@[member="Genesis Rostu"], @[member="Sonja Mercier"], @[member="Daxton Bane"]
"Genesis, this is Voralis, I've got a team holding position near the snipers. We'll keep as many of them busy as we can."
He advanced into a better position, one with a bit more visibility towards whatever might be approaching at street level. He threw out a concussion grenade before ducking behind a low barrier for cover, the detonation killing two more of the advancing Gamorreans. He started to wonder just how many more were on their way.
When he saw at least two dozen more approaching from the end of the street, he grinned and opened fire.
@[member="Genesis Rostu"], @[member="Sonja Mercier"], @[member="Daxton Bane"]
Other Space Kaiden
Better than other-other space Kaiden
The C-10K landing crafts, of Nocturno's 105th Droid Legion, arched through the atmosphere of Pzob as they neared the jungles outlying the besieged city. There were few places to land with the large ships and that force Nocturno to take up a spot about a klick from the cities walls. It wouldn't be too large of an inconvenience, thanks to the speed of his vehicles, but he still would have liked to have been able to park closer to his objective. The massive shuttle of Durasteel closed in on the ground, the repulsion lifts centered around the massive landing ring were blowing natural debris in every direction. As the landing craft set down on the surface, a large wave of dust washed over the surrounding area with a short burst of hurricane winds. Before the dust had even settled, the ramps of each craft roared with a metallic click before they suddenly collapsed to the ground to reveal the interior of the ship and all of the vehicles and droids therein.
Nocturno stepped down the ramp, his metal boots replicating the sounds of a pure droid as he rattled down to the planet's surface. Behind the High Marshal came a roaring metal wall of vehicles, new spider droids in the front and MTAT-1s in the back. Upon the other 105th craft would be two squads of tanks and a few more transports. All in all, Nocturno had enough droids to liberate the city three times over and still have men to spare against the savages who claimed this world as their own. Still, even with all of this firepower, the current silence of the nearby jungle was worrisome...very worrisome. Nocturno zoomed his sight into the near treeline, searching for any sign of the enemy who may have been approaching. Whether he had missed something or he simply wasn't fast enough in his search is of little consequence, the fact still stands that a streak of smoke soared just past the cyborg's head and impacted a MTAT-I coming down the ramp. The armored transport hit the ramp with a thunderous thud, before screeching down the metal and sending sparks flying in every direction. Nocturno was able to sidestep the danger, but two of his spider droids were not so lucky. The MTAT-I crashed into the droids before hitting the ground and tipping over on top of the, now defenseless, droids.
Before the droid commander could even give an order, his position was being rained upon by waves of blaster bolts. The sizzles of the bolts as they went by were no longer a source of adrenaline for the cyborg, partly because he had no adrenaline to pump through his body aside from tied bursts from his suit. Without hesitation, Nocturno slung his rifle into his hands and began returning fire on the various masked humans and seemingly endless waves of Gamorreans that were spawning from the shadows of the trees. It was not long before the pig-like warriors raised their axes and prepared to charge the High Marshal's position, a foolish move if there ever was one.
"I don't like that treeline.", Nocturno growled in his icy voice to the six spider droids that had dismounted the landing craft "It's blocking my view of the city, cut it down." The droids needed no further explaining as Nocturno sent his commands through a codded signal. Mere seconds later, the sound of chain-guns spinning-up created an ominous ballad of death that whispered into the minds of the enemy. There was no time to think, run or duck for the fate of every pig and man in that jungle had been sealed the moment they neglected to kill Nocturno when he was unprepared.
The ballad turned into a rapid drum solo as the chain-guns unleashed a storm of blaster bolts like no other had seen before. The high-powered bolts of energy ripped through tree and flesh, cutting down a dense jungle in seconds with only saw dust and mists of blood left behind to tell the tale.
Nocturno stepped down the ramp, his metal boots replicating the sounds of a pure droid as he rattled down to the planet's surface. Behind the High Marshal came a roaring metal wall of vehicles, new spider droids in the front and MTAT-1s in the back. Upon the other 105th craft would be two squads of tanks and a few more transports. All in all, Nocturno had enough droids to liberate the city three times over and still have men to spare against the savages who claimed this world as their own. Still, even with all of this firepower, the current silence of the nearby jungle was worrisome...very worrisome. Nocturno zoomed his sight into the near treeline, searching for any sign of the enemy who may have been approaching. Whether he had missed something or he simply wasn't fast enough in his search is of little consequence, the fact still stands that a streak of smoke soared just past the cyborg's head and impacted a MTAT-I coming down the ramp. The armored transport hit the ramp with a thunderous thud, before screeching down the metal and sending sparks flying in every direction. Nocturno was able to sidestep the danger, but two of his spider droids were not so lucky. The MTAT-I crashed into the droids before hitting the ground and tipping over on top of the, now defenseless, droids.
Before the droid commander could even give an order, his position was being rained upon by waves of blaster bolts. The sizzles of the bolts as they went by were no longer a source of adrenaline for the cyborg, partly because he had no adrenaline to pump through his body aside from tied bursts from his suit. Without hesitation, Nocturno slung his rifle into his hands and began returning fire on the various masked humans and seemingly endless waves of Gamorreans that were spawning from the shadows of the trees. It was not long before the pig-like warriors raised their axes and prepared to charge the High Marshal's position, a foolish move if there ever was one.
"I don't like that treeline.", Nocturno growled in his icy voice to the six spider droids that had dismounted the landing craft "It's blocking my view of the city, cut it down." The droids needed no further explaining as Nocturno sent his commands through a codded signal. Mere seconds later, the sound of chain-guns spinning-up created an ominous ballad of death that whispered into the minds of the enemy. There was no time to think, run or duck for the fate of every pig and man in that jungle had been sealed the moment they neglected to kill Nocturno when he was unprepared.
The ballad turned into a rapid drum solo as the chain-guns unleashed a storm of blaster bolts like no other had seen before. The high-powered bolts of energy ripped through tree and flesh, cutting down a dense jungle in seconds with only saw dust and mists of blood left behind to tell the tale.
"I'll see what I can do, Grand Marshal." Sonja replied before changing the channel on her commlink. "Listen up, I need Static 3, 4, and 5 to move to a new position in order to aid the Grand Marshal in pushing into the city. Get your asses to the wall and start picking off the Gamorreans to their rear. Move!" Sonja commanded to threesquads of her Battalion. "Sir. I've got three squads coming to aid in your push. Over and out." Sonja said before continuing her sniper fire on the barbarians below.
@[member="Genesis Rostu"]
@[member="Genesis Rostu"]
Character
Through Static and gunfire the response was broken and unclear. " Gra.....sha....tr.....tta.....loo....ut!" Came the message before utter silence from above. While the drop ships were landing as per orders, silence was the only thing heard. Soon after bright flashes could be seen above the cloud line. More sparatic communication was heard multiple voices crying out reports and for cannons to open fire. "Grand....Enem....fleet.....cannot.....last dropships sent......" The coms weren't clearing up, yet the dropships continued to fly down dropping off both men and supplies. Soon a single dropship being specifically escorted by raptors landed not to far off from the Grand Marshal.
@[member="Genesis"] Rotsu @[member="Nocturno "]@Desmond Voralis @[member="Josiah Denko"] @Sonjia Mercier
(Sorry for earlier post my mind was thinking on something else)
@[member="Genesis"] Rotsu @[member="Nocturno "]@Desmond Voralis @[member="Josiah Denko"] @Sonjia Mercier
(Sorry for earlier post my mind was thinking on something else)