The Siege of Dra'vadia [CIS Dominion of Pzob]

[Hemlock Briar]

There was a softness in the room as the duo entered, something shifted in Feenarah, Hemlock could sense it. He soon realized it was a reunion when his master spoke out, her voice filled with remembrance and warm thoughts. Miss Mason had not spoken of this Isley before, though from what Hemlock gathered with his natural intuitions the man was a good man, though there was a dark streak that ran deep into his aura.

The alien bowed his head out of respect. “Greetings.” He didn’t bother with introductions until the others did, assuming padawans were to be seen and not heard. The learner followed behind the two more powerful Force Users. Hemlock certainly looked forward to being able to help all of those people on the planetside who needed it.

@[member="Feena Mason"] @[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

His personal shield hummed softly as blaster bolts harmlessly bounced off its green surface as Daxton took aim and popped the head of another sniper with his rifle. Taking cover behind some rubble as the enemy opened up with a blaster carbine, pinning the squad he was leading.

Tapping the man beside him he said, "Sarge, on the signal, we will charge the enemy position, is that understood?" Having worked with the Sith Lord in the past, he knew better than to ask silly questions or make pointless protests and merely nodded to indicate that they were ready.

Gathering the Force with his free hand, Daxton tapped the raw energy of the ground beneath the enemy crew, sending a pillar of rock and debris shooting up from under them with explosive force, temporarily disrupting their fire.

With a yell, Daxton and his men charged forward, rifles blasting as they secured the position. Clicking his comms, he reported. "East Wall breached. Securing the perimeter, requesting engineers to clear and secure the nearby buildings."

@[member="Genesis Rostu"]

 

[DG45]

@[member="Josiah Denko"] @[member="Sophia Walsh"]

When the horde came, he was ready. Notching the first of many arrows he let it lose into the face of one of the bovine abominations, which to his surprise, kept coming. A second and third arrow downed it, but at this point he knew good and well that he was in a situation far to tight for the use of a bow.

Slinging it onto his back, he wretched his saber from his side and ignited it. The brilliant blue saber swung in a rapid flurry, cutting a duo of Gammoreans that charged forward. Slowly the bloodlust he'd known for oh so many years had returned, and he had missed it indeed.

 

[Feena]

Adopted the light. And he did that.. because of her? Why did everyone she cared about feel the need to change? Well, regardless, it was flattering, and if Isley was happy (he SEEMED happy) then she was happy.

At his word, Feena nodded and hurried ahead into the ship with him, but not before remembering introductions. They could talk and run.

"Oh! Before I forget, Isley, this is my newest student @[member="Hemlock Briar"]. Hemlock, this is @[member="Isley Verd"]"

She shot her student an apologetic look for not making introductions immediately. She was glad when he spoke up.

 

[Sophia Walsh]

Sophia nodded as he mentioned to stay close to him. She would however she didn't want for him to worry about her. The young woman was a solider and knew how to take care of herself. He needed to focus on the enemy not her and if they knew he was worried they would target her.

Instinctively her hand went to her blaster as her eyes witnessed the horrific sight in front of them. The light saber may have been in her hand but the blaster was what she was used to despite her training with her master. She had never used it in battle before. Removing her hand from her blaster side she ignited her green bladed light saber and stepped forward to the other side of Josiah.

From the moment she stepped out onto the planet bullets whizzed by her head and she brought her saber up to meet a few of them but others she was dodging as Sophia continued moving forward. You would cut one down and three more appeared in the distance. There seemed to be an endless stream of them coming towards the coming towards the group.

@[member="Josiah Denko"], @[member="Helios Meldonus Kingpriest"], @[member="Saren Lonecaller"].

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

With the jungle treeline little more than mulch and burning corpses, the droid commander proceeded to unload the remainder of the droid forces from the landing craft. Within a few minutes, the rest of the landing craft had dismounted the craft and were on their way to enter the city. However, before they could get in close, a band of Gamorreans, wielding blasters, began to fire down on a position not far from the treeline that had just been obliterated. Nocturno turned his sight to the target of the fire and saw that the Grand Marshal, with his death watch, were moving across the vacant jungle floor.

"Quickly!" Nocturno shouted, pointing towards the enemies "Take them out!"


Right away the spider droid reacted, laying down chaingun fire on the position while the ABT-36s lined up their shots.

 

[Daxton Bane]

With a primal scream of rage, Daxton thrust both hands outward, fingers splayed and slightly curled as threw raw Force at their enemies. The ground rippled like water, tearing up ferrocrete, steel and flesh as easily as if were paper. Exploding in advancing waves of erupting earth far worst than anything anyone has seen before.

Those who were foolish to stand and fight were toss like rag dolls through the air, peppered by debris and other things erupting from the ground, only to crash back down on the ground seconds later. Battered and bruised they would only have microseconds before the next wave would smash into them and repeat the process.

The most frightening part was Daxton wasn't fully angered yet. This was just a fleeting touch to the combined power of the Dark Side and his knowledge to use Earth as a both a weapon and tool of his will. Clenching his fists he lowered them slowly as CIS troops swarmed past him securing more sections of the base before the defenders could recover.

Striding forward, his tattered royal purple cape fluttering on an unseen breeze, he sought out more targets for his wrath.

@Genesis Rostu

 

[Jax Denko]

Jax hated being right. Hated the urge to follow every niggling feeling that something was not right. Hated finding evidence that turned the feeling into fact. Hated that she could never sit back and let something be someone else's problem. At the end of the day, her temper was just as bad as her twin's had ever been, only where Josiah exploded she plotted. Vengeance, after all, wasn't something to to be rushed. This situation most certainly called for vengeance.

The former student had first noticed something off a little more than a month ago. More patrols than usual were having the misfortune of getting caught with their pants down by slaver parties. Sure things happened, but not so often or so cleanly. She'd known some of the people taken, they'd been good. Certainly not the sort to set up camp where they could be easily found. So, she'd done her homework, just like in her university days. Only she'd gone looking for dead drops and unusual cash flows instead of books and holos.

What she'd found had sickened her to the core, which was impressive considering she'd spent childhood running errands for criminals in the slums of the Smuggler's Moon. Dav'vadia's mayor was selling out his own people. Void, maybe this whole damn conflict had been a way to drive up prices for slave flesh and keep citizen's from rallying around someone who actually wanted to protect their freedom. Or perhaps the man had just had a price. Everyone did.

Once the pieces had fallen into place Jax did what she had always done when pissed off. She'd taken a step back and waited for the right time to strike. Lo and behold, the poodoo had hit the fan spectacularly and now everyone was too busy trying to do something to help defend their city that they didn't question what a supposed ally might be doing this close to the Mayor Harvit's office. Guess the man wasn't too concerned about enemy assassins sneaking in. Too bad he'd never considered the possibility of pissed off anthropologists.

It was a bit harder to slip into his private office without being noticed, but once inside Jax locked the door and activated the comm scrambling device the militia had given her earlier. Harvit didn't even notice her until she was slamming him against the wall. Her arm, tightly pressed against his throat stopped him from getting out anything more than a grunt. It wouldn't be heard over the battle outside. The knife in Jax's free hand kept him from trying to fight back.

"Listen to me you monster." She hissed. "You are going to tell me everything you know about Warlord Shallash's offworld contacts or I am going to paint the walls with your blood."

The pressure on his throat eased enough to allow for speech, but the threat of the knife remained very visible. "I'm waiting."

 

[Darth Metus]

"A pleasure to meet you @[member="Hemlock Briar"]." said the Mandalorian as he made himself comfortable within the Dropship. There was ample time between his sitting down, buckling up, and turning to the pilot for the new medic to enter the vessel; and with a single pat on the shoulder the Petty Officer kicked the engines into life. As swiftly as possible, the vessel lifted out of the hanger and began its descent to the surface below, thankfully having not the slightest issue due to the clear skies. The chosen area of deployment was that of the rearmost portion of the wall, where there was a second entrance. The majority of the fighting was concentrated towards the front of the walls and within the immediate vicinity, and as such the small support squad could easily begin to deliver aid discreetly from the rear.

However, before they touched down, Isley needed to make sure that he had adequate cover for the team. After all, he was the self-appointed muscle of the operation and needed to make sure that not a single hair on Feena's head was harmed. "This is Isley Verd," he said over the comm to @Sonja Mercier, @Nocturno, and the Grand Marshal. "I have the Archon with me and we're heading to the rear of the wall. Direct the wounded to our position and we'll start treatment immediately. I'm requesting some spare forces for defense, Over." With that said, the dropship descended into its final position outside the rear door and the Mandalorian was the first to disembark. A solid kick saw the towering, wooden door open, and fortunately the street before him was all but deserted. However, the sounds of battle were echoing throughout the walls.

"Alright, I say we set up shop outside of the door and wait for the wounded and spare forces to come to us. If any enemies show up, they'll have to funnel through the door, and we'll be able to stop them."

@[member="Feena Mason"], @[member="Hemlock Briar"], @Nocturno, @Sonja Mercier.

 

[Feena]

This was going to be fun. As always, Feena was feeling irritated that she would have to work so near a battle ground. The sound of fighting was distracting. Made her aware of just how much work they had to do. With a sigh, she cracked her knuckles, picked up her kit, and started to direct the set up for the medical tent.


@[member="Isley Verd"] @Hemlock Briar

 

[Hemlock Briar]

The ride to the planet’s surface was as rocky and bumpy as the rest of the rides to the surfaces of all the other war torn planets the Draethos had thrown himself in the middle of. He kept himself stead with the Force. Though keeping his breakfast down and clearing his thoughts for the struggle ahead were hard to do at the same time.

Hemlock could tell that this Isley Verd character was a good sort, willing to protect Feena whatever the cost. He could feel the affection radiating from the Mandalorian. The alien thought himself an empath and felt nothing but warm feelings from the man, a good sign. Plus he seemed capable incase the healing came to battle.

After they landed, Hemlock made himself useful in helping set up the tent for Feena. It was going to be quite the long mission for the padawan and his teacher.

@[member="Isley Verd"] @[member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

The air was filled with the stench of fresh roasted meat as Daxton's blades cut another enemy down, the plasma of his lightsaber burning through the flesh, cooking it in microseconds as it vaporized internal organs and bone. Had it not been a battlefield the room would have smelled like someone's backyard grill.

Stepping over the corpses of his fallen foes, the Sith Lord scanned the immediate vicinity for any stragglers with eyes that glowed green with seeming malice. The truth was it allowed him to see clearly in the low light, but if it gave him the appearance of an otherworldly monster then so much the better.

Grunting with satisfaction, he moved on to the next target, the enemy communication array.

 

[James Mathison]

James had received payment for his newest job, he had been tasked with eliminating the warlord who had seized control of the government on planet. A tyrannical man with droves of blind followers willing to jump in front of bolt for him, any who got in his way were either banished or buried. James' employer had discussed contract on the warlords head, and deemed him too much of a threat to be left alive. So...James sharpened his knives, all twenty of them, to a razors edge. Everything from throwing knives, straight edges, and back to curved blades. Each had its purpose, although similar, kill their target. Afterwards, he placed each in its home on his belts, bandoliers, and sheaths. James placed his armor upon himself, strapped on his equipment, and pulled his hood over his head. A long red sash draped across his chest, over his shoulder, then came to hang from his back. He attached his gauntlet sheaths to their home and affixed a pair of blades on the underside. He had hitched a ride on a transport vessel delivering goods to Dra'Vadia before the CIS had arrived. He had been hiding out in a warehouse until the alarms went off. The arrival of the CIS signaled his time to act. He walked out of the warehouse, checked his gear, then took off into the city.

 

[Jax Denko]

Harvit’s eyes strayed from her knife to the door, obviously hoping that he would get lucky and someone would open the door and save him. The door remained closed. Even if someone had tried to open it, the lock would have bought Jax enough time to kill the man before anyone could stop her. He wasn’t going to get away with selling his own people into slavery.

The sharp edge of her knife lightly touching his skin brought the man’s attention back to the very dangerous woman in front of him. She could see his expression change as he realized that help was unlikely to come. The fear in his eyes deepened and his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed in an attempted to wet his suddenly dry mouth. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“You’ve been selling your own people to Shallash,” Jax spat out, infuriated that he would even try to deny the truth with a blade to his throat. “Give me everything you know and maybe I won’t have to use this knife.”

He swallowed again and muttered something about the datapad on his desk. She back away from him slowly until she felt the desk behind her. The hand not still pointing a knife towards the mayor felt around until it landed on the object. Jax held it up, noting that it was locked. “You have on chance to tell me the correct password.”

“Em-emerald moon. The password is emerald moon, both words are capitalized.” Taking a risk, she sheathed the knife and began to punch in the password. Predictably the man decided that this would be the best time to start fighting back and lunged at her while yelling for help. Jax snarled as she dropped the datapad and grabbed for her knife once again. She shoved him back against the wall and stuck the point of the blade deep in his lower body. Blood oozed over her hands, and the many twitched a few times before going still.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Jax Denko"]

Hannibal patrolled the hallway, as was currently his contracted duty to do so. He wasn't expecting any trouble. After all, the fighting was supposed to be taking place somewhere far from here. Still, at the very least, he had to look like he was ready to respond to trouble. So long as he looked like he had his head in the game, no one would say anything and they wouldn't dock his pay. And that was good enough for all parties involved. Hannibal continued to wander the hallway before stopping at the sound of a muffled scream.

That didn't sound good.

He withdrew his sidearm, finally waking up and actually coming to attention. He came upon the door to the mayor's office and tried the keypad for the door. No dice, it was locked from the inside. That didn't really bode well either. He knocked on the door, his cybernetic hand making a loud clanging noise as it rapped against the durasteel door.

"Eyo, Mayor Harvit. Everything frosty in there?"

 

[Charlyn Nairne]

Chloe wasn't much of a fighter but what she lacked in fighting skills she made up for intelligence. She liked to think that she had some mad slicing and spy skills. They had helped her get the needed intel that landed them square in the mist of the ongoing fray. It was were they could do the most damage which was exactly what they had wanted. The confederacy needed to get them where it hurt and if they could take them out at the base they would be well on their way to winning.

Peaking out from her hiding spot Chloe watched as the guards stood there guarding the door she wanted in. It was frustrating to say the least that they just wouldn't leave so that she could do what she needed to in the control room. If she took them out it would likely just cause a scene more than anything else. She would for now just wait a little longer.

 

[Jax Denko]

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]
There was a knocking on the door followed by a voice asking about the mayor’s condition. Unfortunately the mayor was not in any shape to be answering that questing because his condition was that he was very dead. There wasn’t really away to explain that to whoever was on the other side of the door without getting arrested or shot. There also were no obvious exits to use as a way out. Fighting her way out wasn’t an option either; Jax was trying to help the people of Dra’vadia kill them.

She looked around the room, trying to figure some clever way out of this. There were plenty of big statues near the door, pushing one over would buy her more time, but would that help? It was likely that she could be just as stuck ten minutes from now as she was at this moment. A plan suddenly formed. It was risky, but it might be her only shot.

Working quickly Jax grabbed the mayor’s cooling corpse and shoved it into his office chair. His head slumped down onto the desk, but it would be hard to distinguish between dead and unconscious from the door. Next she switched off the lights and slid behind one of the pillars next to the door. Her form was completely lost in the shadows. With any luck whoever was out there would be alone and she would be able to sneak out behind him when he rushed to check on Harvit.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Jax Denko"]

Hannibal heard some kind of movement occur from behind the door, but he didn't hear the lock engage. That made Hannibal fairly suspicious. He rested his hand on his pistol, the heavy weapon offering a profound sense of security simply by being on Hannibal's person. It wasn't his own security he had to be worried about right now, obviously. Hannibal rapped at the door again, concern growing with every passing moment. Muffled screams, movement... This wasn't looking very good.

"Ey! Open the door. I can hear ya movin' in 'ere."

Hannibal attempted to key the keypad adjacent to the door once again. Still nothing. It was probably just about time to call up a security detail.

 

[James Mathison]

James wove his way through the city, as the local military, and policing forces scrambled for their respective 'battle-stations'. James picked his targets wisely, and stabbing, unseen, at certain individuals as he ran passed, leaving others nearby to wonder why some men were now dropping like flies. One man screamed, Sniper!! , which caused the rest of the men to panic and take cover, perfect. This gave James the precious seconds he needed to slip into the military compound unseen. Moving carefully between speeders, tanks, and transports, he came to a building labeled HQ, his first target was the General in charge of ground forces. A soldier had walked outside as James waited behind the doorway, snagged him, severed his carotid artery, propped him up like a doll and re-entered the HQ. There were a handful of soldiers/attendants inside along with their obvious leader, unmistakable in his dress uniform and stars depicting his rank. He turned to look at the incoming attendant, I though I told you Miika to....Oh Kark.... James then tossed the body aside and sprang for the nearest attendants. His movements were smooth, methodical, and cold as he slaughtered the others in th HQ before any of them could even draw their weapons. All except the General, who fire and missed James by mere millimeters as he dropped the last attendant. Not even flinching, James turned to face the general, but was interrupted by a squad of fully armed, armored and ready soldiers. James ran behind a desk as they opened fire, slidding to safety, James immediately popped back out from the table, knives flying on target to the neck and heads of a few soldiers. Rolling to his feet, James sprinted headlong into the soldiers, but before he reached them, he vaulted over a desk, flipped, then landed on the shoulders of a couple troops, knife first. Rolling down with their lifeless bodies James then turned on his heel, kicking out the legs of some, and slashing their throats on the way back up to his full height. In a matter of seconds, the entire squad lay at James' feet, bleeding together into a puddle under his boots. James looked up at the General, who now stood in front his own desk, vibrosaber drawn and activated. James stepped over the pile of dead and walked to meet the challenge, drawing his own, newly acquired vibrosword. The duelists squared off and began to circle the area between them. James tightened the grip on his sword, in a flash the two ran at each other intent on striking a killing blow....James sneered at his opponent, Eeerrrrr DIE!!

 

[Jax Denko]

Wonderful, Jax had managed to draw the one guard on the planet who didn’t know the emergency override code for the door. She glanced over at the mayor’s corpse and noticed his hand had landed near the room controls which was good enough for her. One of her hands darted out of the shadows just long enough to disable the lock on the door. It was a risk, once whoever was on the other side realized that the mayor was dead he or she would know that there had been someone else in the room. Hopefully she would find some amount of luck by then and have been able to blend in with the other fighters milling around the base.

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]