They Might Be Gas Giants (OS Dominion of Taloraan)

[Judah Lesan]

Objective: A
Location: Hover Pad
Allies: Setzi Lunelle | Sage Bane
3/20

"I do not care how perfect your complexion is, nor precise shape of your figure, or the exquisite beauty your face boasts. You will learn to keep your tongue on hold, or I will teach you to hold it."

A warning. Thus far the woman had not impressed him. No, how could she, not when every woman he met was compared to three. First his master, Darth Neferis. The woman had taught Xander when his tongue was to be held. He actually had to smirk to himself as Setzi's comment was one he would have made when much younger. Second was his mistress Razielle Van-Derveld. While the woman had not been his master, she had developed his gift of farsight. The seer, a thing known only to one other currently living, had much respect for her. Finally, Kazrah, his red huntress. She was a woman with no equal, and none to be found in this time it seemed.

Striding forward with determination, the king mounted his beast and strapped in. He grabbed the reigns as if it were a horse, a magnificent creature this thing was. Fortunately he knew beast language and would not need the reigns to make it move. This would be better for battle anyway. His head canted looking to Setzi to see if she was ready for their departure.

"Let your blade do the talking," he said in a much more well mannered demeanor. "Let's hope it cuts deeper than your tongue."

With mental prod to the beast through the force, Xander took off. At least the woman knew how to use a proper title. Perhaps she wasn't all bad.

 

[Komo]

Objective A: Takeover Taloraan city
Location: On the way to surface
Allies: One Sith, [member="Isamu Baelor"]
Enemies: None yet
[1/20]

Greta's work began even before she set foot on Taloraan city. The planet was to be the target in the One Sith war machine's grasp, and for that to happen, they needed to have a majority control over the entirety of the city. Thanks to her team's efforts, the city and its inhabitants were now spilt into two main groups. Those who supported the One Sith occupation, and those that didn't.

She had worked together with her fellow comrades and their underlings to spread and provide beneficial information to the citizens of Taloraan, including a multitude of reasons of why it was better to be on the supporting side than not. Propaganda after propaganda had been sent through a variety of mediums and channels, infecting the minds of the usually docile citizenry with thoughts of radicalism to support the One Sith's occupation by working against the governor who had refused earlier attempts of a peaceful occupation.

The biased information had been sent through hacked holo-feeds, holo-mails, secretly crafted flimsiplast posters by Sith supporters already in the city as they began to spread the materials throughout the population. The work had already started at the root, and would spread its tendrils outward as it influenced more along its growth.

Of course, they could always go with the Sith way of laying destruction and carnage in their wake, slaying anyone who defied them, but that would set the manufacturing and production goals back greatly, with most of the population dead or afraid. Replacements would have to be found, and that would take time.

No, turning the population against the governor and his forces would be a much more practical and efficient method. Although the kill count would be significantly lower, and the empire wouldn't have to find replacements for the majority of the population that they had killed. To assist her in this endeavour, Darth Noxia had assembled a contingent of armed forces, plucked from the very best of the One Sith Military.

 

[Urya Uvatera]

Location: Warehouse Somelongnumberwho cares

Allies: Nada

Objective: Keep things running smoothly.

[1/20]

The warehouse itself was locked, and the lights were dead inside--she'd made sure to blast out their fixtures. Droids had stacked weighted boxes up against all the door and windows, strapping and soldering them into place. The droids themselves were now stationed behind the boxes, awaiting intruders. Two per door to watch for anyone trying to force their way inside.

The back of the warehouse held only a single light source. A tiny light blinked from the security computer block, barely highlighting the figure behind it with brief flashes of dim green. A woman was sitting cross-legged behind the grid, both hands gripping her knees. For those who could see (in the dark), she would seem to be deeply involved in meditation--were it not for the mass of wires that hung behind her. A long spiderweb of fiber-optics strung themselves from haphazardly hung anchors about the warehouse. One end was either stringing out to a communications hard-line or a transmitter, and the other end would eventually knit its way back to the source. The cables were plugged snugly into a headset, and that headset was crowning Urya Uvatera, cyborg extraordinare. While her body was resting, her mind was hard at work.

Her brain was in a thousand places at once, each piece of it trying to control the defense grid around the warehouse district. She didn't actually need the security block for anything other than processing power, and the solid little thing was dutifully chugging every order Urya created and sent away. Defense droids were snapped to heel, and marched to battle with a hastily given command. She conserved the power grid by snapping force fields on only when enemies were afoot. It was a giant game of strategy, and she was its Queen.

Somewhere in the base of her scattered psyche, Urya's subconscious giggled in rapture. She didn't have any personal stakes on who won or lost; the Cyborg woman just wanted her paycheck. As much as she hated to admit it, she was only human. The 'Borg had to eat.

[member="Anderit Rinaren"]

 

[Damien Zannen]

Post 3/20
Location: Taloraan City - Streets.
Allies: Definitely the darkside.
Enemies: One Sith [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Animus Malgus"]
Objective C

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9nbT2264m8​

Landing with a crash onto the street that made the dust in his proximity stir about, Kezeroth chuckled slightly at [member="Darth Ferus"] snarky remark. It tickled his humor as he was enraged with the excitement of combat. "Hah!" he laughed some and then spoke. " I love how lesser beings scurry about in panic, It makes my day. Hehe." he said chuckling still. The Sith squad was smart aiming to head in a house that the Gen'dai couldn't get through. Running after three Sith, Kezeroth had a troubling time navigating through the tight structures. Finally putting his Lightclub away the Giant swapped weapons and took Bone Crusher his Power hammer in hand. Turning the weapon on with the flick of a switch he cracked a grin as the head of the hammer spark a purple glow. The repulse generators pulsed within, sounding out with a deep growl like hum.

Maintaining a speed fit for the chase Kezeroth swung his hammer about toward the walls of the builds causing the walls to crack and some shatter. The Sith were moving too much for the Giant to make a hit. Watching small group run down an ally Kezeroth followed swinging his hammer at the ally walls. It was a game of Cat and Mouse truly and for now it seemed the mouse always got away! Staring at [member="Animus Malgus"] from only mere 10ft away, Kezeroths face mask retracted showing his face and his harsh orange glowing gaze. Slowly he walked approached trying to fit through the ally way but he could not manage it.

" YOU WURM! GET OVER HERE...DIE!" he shouted in frustration as the Sith were out of his reach.

Baring his Gritted teeth he growled at the Sith assassin that was out of his reach. Their was nothing but hate, pain and Malevolence held in the Giants gaze. All of it reserved for the Sith. The Gen'dais rage was more volatile than in the past and he himself found that it was rather odd that he was acting in such a manner but such a thought was wiped away but the sight of Sith. Blinded my hatred he was.

From afar the scene looked rather funny and could of been best compared to a Hutt trying to use a average humanoids doorway. Kezeroth was big this was a fact and while he considered this a great advantage he was regretting it now. His size also made him a easy target for the AT-HK walkers that seemed to take a interest and started to fire their heavy blaster cannons at the giant as he attempted to squeeze through the ally way. Two shots of the cannon made contact with the armored giant. The first jerking him back and the second knocking him over sending him stumbling to his side.

While the Gen'dai was down two missiles were fired in an attempt to end him. Bringing his left arm up at the last second Kezeroth covered his face and body as best he could before..BOOM. Believing their target to be annihilated the Walkers turned their guns a different direction, Through the Giants semi damaged comm system he could hear the celebrating by the Walker pilots. " Target is down! Wooo!"

Almost right after the pilots cheer a deep growl emitted from a familiar dust cloud. Eyes blazed like lava crystals in the heat of Mustafar. The Darkside flooded out of Kezeroth like a mist or fog as he got up eyeing the Walkers. Placing a armor shattered hand on the wall of a structure the Gen'dai lumbered forward till his walk and balance returned to him. Glancing quickly down the ally once more only to check on his future victims. His true gaze was set on the walkers and where his eyes fell he went. The Rage of battle and the conflict within the area kept him sharp and more importantly fitted to stay on offense all the time. With a surprising speed Kezeroth Blindsided a Walker with a powerful charge, His grip leeched onto a leg of the machine and his strength directed up flipping the walker on its side. Slamming a single armored boot on the Walkers belly the Giant watched the men within panic beyond words. Raising his Power hammer Bone Crusher the Gen'dai ended the machine and its pilots with a single blow, but his swings continued to come down whacking away at the Walker till it was split away in multiple ways.

*Phew!* A single Blaster cannon sounded as it fired at Kezeroth once more. Another dent in his armor was made as he growled and jerked his shoulder back some from the force. Pivoting quickly to the face the next Walker. The darkside collected his body and pooled in his arm and hand as he dodge oncoming blaster bolts. It continued to flow till it threatened to explode out. Extending his hand violently at the Walker Kezeroth took two steps back as a blast of volatile force energy left him. Force Destruction. Odd glow traveled fast and glew bright when it made contact with metal of the Walker. Small explosion occurred and in a flash it was done, Very little of left on the Vehicle.

Such a ability was always uncontrollable in Kezeroths mind and since it was only used while he was very angry it also took a chuck out of him mentally. Even no he could feel the drain on him, but he would be damned if he would let that stop him. Jerking his head toward the buildings and ally way once more, the orange gaze of hate fell on the Sith that fled.

 

[Placeholder 0134]

Location: Warehouses

Objective: D stuff

Allies: Nope

Enemies: [member="Urya Uvatera"]

Chaos was an apt word for the current state of the city. Even those few areas not yet touched by the One Sith war machine were thrown into disarray. People were losing their sense; looting and making their escape in whatever way they could find. One of those ventures lay at Anderit's feet with a smoking hole through his forehead.

The acolyte grimaced.

"Shame." He grunted, turning back down the alley. He broke into a slow jog; careful to avoid coming into contact with anything sentient. That was not exactly hard to do when half the city was in hiding.

Then he came upon them. A series of warehouses built alongside one another that stretched a few blocks along the edge of the city. Anderit checked his datapad. His destination was not far - the one at the very end. Steeling himself, Anderit drew the vibrosword he sported in place of a lightsaber, and approached. The only visible entrance he could make out stood unguarded. That was likely not the case on the other side.

Rather than go barging through the front door, Anderit circled the large structure. He made his way toward the eastern wall, and began reaching for something on his belt. The Det-Charge gave an audible click when it was attached to the wall.

"Hello."

He took a few steps back, and took cover behind an empty crate. The charge clicked once again. Then it shook the ground, shot up splintered wood, and temporarily deafened the would-be apprentice.

 

[Urya Uvatera]

Location: Warehouse Somelongnumberwho cares

Allies: Nada

Objective: Keep things running smoot--The hell was that?!

[2/20]

Looters, pillagers. Enemies of the city, state and--

Part of her wall suddenly disappeared in a shower of debris and noise. She could tell her body's ears were ringing from the screams of shredded metal suddenly ripping inwards, but the audio from other sources kept her from being completely deafened. It was just always a little disconcerting to have her body lose an important sense, even if it was temporarily. What was going on!?

All the droids in the warehouse stopped, and turned to face the gaping new hole in the wall. She was in their brains, using their eyes to try and see what was out there, but the smoke was still clearing. Ah well. Better to apologize for a dead body than be sorry that your body is dead. Each of her metal men raised their weapons and opened fire out through the brand-spanking new door.

[member="Anderit Rinaren"]

 

[Ruby Wilded]

Objective: C
Location: Taloraan city
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Abraxas"]
Enemies: [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]
5/20

Ruby put on some speed taking off for the building Ferus called for. She was the last one in. Animus guarded the door, good thing too since those troopers were going to be closing in any minute. To bad they were nothing compared to what was coming. Ruby pushed back the governor, deeper into the structure where it would be safer. "The front lines are on top of us. We need to break out now or". The entire building shook like an earthquake struck it. Only that was impossible in a floating city. "The feth"? Ruby steadied her stance as the vibration subsided.

"What are you people doing?! Do you have any idea how much I'm paying you to protect me. Do your jobs and get me to the safe house NOW"!!! The VIP was angry, not to mention cowardly.

"You shut your trap. We are doing our jobs. You're not dead and we don't plan to be either". Ruby scurried off from the poor excuse for a man to a real one manning the door; manly like. He was looking out at the commotion...local commotion. "What's out there Malg...". Ruby stammered off as she poked her head around the side to see the big dude from a few minutes back right on top of them. He was one big, ugly son of a; that kind of face not even a mother could love.

"YOU WURM! GET OVER HERE...DIE!"

"Boss the big ugly guys here to see us". Big space trucker was too bulky to fit down the alleyway thankfully. Ruby cupped one hand round the speaker of the helmet. Not that it'd make it louder, just common reaction since she rarely wore combat armor, ever. "We don't want any death today thank you. We picked some up on the way home". Just as she finished the giant was mowed down by those walkers, sneaky things they were. It was nice to have someone not on your side, who is on your side, but not, be on your side. "Alright time to book it". Ruby abandoned the door. There had to be a way out the back, or front. She hadn't a clue if the way they came in was the main entrance or what. Still being any distance away from that monster was gonna be worth the effort.

Ruby shouldered a doorway open. She was greeted by the bombed out other half of this place. Rubble pilled up in the basement levels from the floors above. Maybe that's why everything shook so badly. "Found a way out. Lets go Nerf herders"! Boy was it fun being a pretend mercenary. You get to swear and say all kinds of things you never get to otherwise.

 

[Carach]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective B: Experience the show.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Refineries[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Sinistra"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: [member="Cryax Bane"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][02/20][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Miiistaaaaaaakeeeee~[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Ah. If only life was a Broadway show, perhaps then a fat opera singer would have popped up out of nowhere and sang that word as long as possible the moment Cryax signed his own personal death warrant. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]See.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]They were the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Sith[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]. They weren’t the Imperial Remnant. And this generally meant that trying to attack a Sith Lord? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Heh. Well, you could consider yourself rightly fethed at that point in time.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Carach was still very familiar with the concept of mentalism. His mind was always there in that metaphysical state of [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]being[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] and [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]not being[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]. So the signs were pretty much clear, the desperation that preceded to the lunacy of the moment. Anyone else would have been executed on the spot - but perhaps Bane would get some… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]mercy[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Simply because he was the shutta of Vornskr. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A wave of energy rolled away from the shadows and crashed into the droids - sending them flying - as they fired. The safety of Sinistra was not of his concern at this point in time, if she survived? She was worthy of her position in the Sith. If she had expired? Well, then perhaps Cryax did one favor to the collective.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“There, there, mister Bane.” the baritone flowed out, curling around the ears and minds of the people currently [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]there[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“And here I thought you had learned some… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]manners[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] from the Lord Vornskr.” [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]the rumors held that Kaine had a very interesting way of teaching his underlings, but it seemed that this one still needed more potty training.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was then that Carach himself stepped away from the wall he had been leaning on. Each careful, lazy step brought him closer to the assemble of hubris and cretinous. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“You of course know that [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]assaulting[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] one of the Dark Lord’s chosen… is something punishable by permanent death, yes?” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Control. See the situation for what it is, and bend it into a more suitable approach.[/SIZE]

 

[Vrag]

[2/20]
Objective: C & co.
Location: Taloraan City
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Abraxas"] | [member="Animus Malgus"] | [member="Ruby Wilded"]
Enemies: [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"] ?
Engaging: [member="Keira Ticon"]​

​

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOBeubfr-xY​

It would have been quite the pathetic fight, had her first attack struck true, and so the Sith merely danced away as her blow was met with the unrelenting beam of another lightsaber, chitin-clad feet moving across the cracked duracrete ground and into the narrow measure, where her superior reach would soon instill regret and fear in her complacent opponent.

Even as the two wasted breath and seconds in assessment, the rest of the [REDACTED] closed in on the pair, forming something of a makeshift ring around the would-be duelists. They would not impede their leader's entertainment — or tread in her territory, for this was the aspect of war in which the Hand of the Dark Lord excelled most — but they would certainly render the execution of the more flamboyant Forms — like Juyo or Ataru — rather impossible. If the bout ever took a turn for the worse, they would be upon the girl like a swarm of locusts in mere moments, overwhelming any and all defense that she might put up.

For now, however, the nine horned titans were content to stand vigil in the eye of the storm even as the forces of the Sith advanced on the city block by block — led by their kin, no less — keeping watch for any other fools who might brandish their lightsaber in a last-ditch attempt to stop the inevitable.

The inevitable, currently, was weighing the balance of her opponent's masked stance as the pale girl kept running her mouth, ignoring the words as if they hadn't been spoken at all. Some of them registered at the edge of her consciousness, but Vrag had never subscribed to the theory of the fabled Dun Möch — or whatever else it was that the woman was trying to achieve — and any jabs at her nonexistent dignity flew right overhead.

Though, that one about originality wasn't half bad, seeing as the girl was surrounded by ten warriors who barely stood apart from each other as far as visuals go. Bonus points for perception?

Finally the brunette decided to take action, and it was as decisive as it was smart; alas, it was also woefully ineffective against one clad in Vonduun Skerr Ygdris.

Reactive as always, Vrag moved with the push with deceiving ease, harnessing the momentum of the attack directed at her as the blow had her sway ever so slightly backward, her front foot sliding back just enough to find purchase against the harsh ground. In a flash, her free left palm tugged back even as the rest of her body moved forward, and tendrils of the Force would attempt to wrap themselves around the left leg of her foe with enough strength to throw her off balance and yank the foot into the air. The whole motion would hopefully twist the hips of her opponent as the body naturally sought to keep upright with the shifting of mass, and it was then that the red blade of the Hand would seek to slice straight through the exposed leg in a smooth upward strike. Since her lightsaber was the only thing on the firrerreo that wasn't Force-dead — well, save for the rifle on her back — the push her adversary had projected upon her had lent generous impetus to the motion, and all Vrag really had to do was complete the arc as it would cut through the calf right below the knee.

 

[Sinistra]

Objective: Objective B - When the Fringe Confederacy collapsed, they left behind massive airborne refineries in the upper atmosphere of Taloraan. We must secure and acquire these floating refineries for the One Sith.
Location: Refineries
Allies: Who knows at this point.
Enemies: Your guess is as good as mine.
6/20

[member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="T'zanith Zebron"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]

The silver blade sang to life again as the Chiss ordered not her death, but his own. The droids managed a first salvo of about 6 shots which she was able to avoid with a Force aided step to her left and the bright thwang of her saber. The bolts were reflected off to scorch walls, the floor and maybe hit a bystander who by now, were all cowering the back corners of the room. The second salvo never came as she watched the droids annihilated by the entrance of someone she didn't expect.

Could this day get any worse?

As if by divine providence to her hypothetical inner question, a lick of flame kissed the hollow of her neck and paralyzed her to the spot. It died as quickly as it was born but it was unmistakable. The orange crystal on the leather cord beneath her combat suit had been cold to her skin for so long, she yearned for the burn again. However the moment was just as their time together had been. Fleeting, white hot and bittersweet.

The slow motion montage of her past banished from her mind, she turned her attention back to the situation at hand. She was no longer in control of this exchange. Her brow still furrowed from defending herself, the silver saber deactivated with a thwoosh and she exhaled a deeply annoyed breath.

She truthfully had no intention of harming the Chiss or the foolish Ms. Arceneau. Detaining, yes. Scaring sense into, yes. Actual harm? Probably not. However, the potential for all of these outcomes ended when the droids were crushed and a bigger fish came into to save the Sith Lord and the chesty criminal from the Chiss' misstep.

She stood silently, her eyes locked on the Chiss. If she couldn't kick his behind all the way back to Csilla, at least she could watch someone else do it.

::Touch down in two minutes.::

 

[Mythos]

Objective: C
Location Ground
Allies: OS [member="Darth Ferus"]
Enemies: [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]

6/20


Animus had been in battles before this, but he had never seen Death 10 feet away, The reason why he stood in defiance in the door and moved very little, was because he was Frozen in place. When the Monster called him clearly a lesser being.... he stood and beheld the beholder as he rose from his kneeling position in defiance. Truly he had never seen anything quite like it, it was a giant beast, a Behemoth, a Beserker... Animus for anyone who knew him just a little bit, was the last man in the world you wanted to insult even if you were a Giant behemoth.

"Lesser Being? I will show you what this lesser being is capable of..." Animus shouted in the direction of the thing, his walk graceful and determined.

As the Walkers started to fire on the thing, Animus began to slowly walk in it's direction his hand going to his saber, but just then [member="Ruby Wilded"] came forth to him, and snapped him out of his train of thought. He had a mission to do, and he had suddenly forgotten about it, He nodded at his ally before taking one last glance behind him at the sound of the Monster ramming into a Walker. "Let's go"

Animus began jogging alongside his "Merc Team" Behind the V.I.P. in lightning speed, his rifle shouldered and his mind cleared from the thought of what could be chasing him. Upon reaching the bombed area of the compound he quickly took point and began clearing the road ahead with Precise shots at various OS Soldiers in the way, again, leg shots and arm shots abound, non -lethal and accurate. "Alright let's keep it moving, V.I.P. Is with us and we will have something engaging us soon" He again kneeled to scout the area, his Monocular on his eye looking at the next 400 yards with scouting purposes.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective C
Location: Ground
Allies: OS
Enemies: enemies of the OS
1/20



Nomkneel was in a gunship headed towards the frontlines, flakguns of the talaran anti air gunnary shot all around the gun ship emblazing the gunship that was flanking the one Nomkneel was on. Surprised and anxious for battle he jumped out 25 feet off the ground and he landed on his knee. Rising grabbing both lightsabers from his waist which he took without permission from the armory and he began to engage the talaran defenses deflecting blastershots that were headed at his direction getting close at the enemies position slashing them with fierce presition and unrelenting ferocity.

Suddenly a thermal grenade came flying his direction, thrown by a Talaran guard, while Nomkneeldf decapitated a soldier with a horizontal strike. With his telekinesis he grabbed the thermal grenade while it was in the air and with a flick of his wrist he threw it back, the explosion engulfed the position which the talaran unit was stationed. The explosion destroyed the flakgun and anyone in the vicinity who was unlucky enough to be close to range of the explosion of the grenade. The one sith troopers came behind fortifying his position and forcing the enemy back further into the city, Nomkneel raised his lightsabers over his head in an x as a gesture of victory and brutality. His roar was strong and loud, driven by insanity, rage and bloodlust. behind him sith troopers charged forward advancing in the city and Nomkneel was leading them for they lost their leader and Nomkneel took the charge of the batallion. Nomkneel screamed and ordered the batallion now under his command filled with greens and rookies being inspired by his brutality and confidence that he exhumed.

Nomkneel at the glance of his victory he screamed "this land is of the sith!"

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: C
Location: Ground, Securing VIP
Allies: [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Razor Shot"]
Enemies: Those in the way [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]
6/20

"Seems big mean and ugly doesn't plan to let us leave." Blue eyes darted back towards Kezeroth as he stared at the group. A frown formed on the lips of the Sith in hiding. If he kept coming, the VIP might either die or get suspicious, neither being good for their mission. So, his gaze would return to Ruby and Animus. "Oxi, Red, take the VIP to the safe house. I'll hold back the monster here, let ya slip out. Get goin!"

"T.. That thing just took out two walkers! What are you gonna do!?" The governor seemed to panic at the notion. This.. Beast, wasn't going down, and it terrified the man. Ferus only turned his head to the man and grinned, patting the revolver on his hip. "Don't worry, I got this."

Slowly the man nodded, before his attention went back onto a mark of his. Well, it seemed the Sith Assassins would be able to collect on his head sooner than he thought. Now that the VIP wasn't watching his moves, Ferus was free to use the Force in anyway he wanted. For now? Rather quickly he pulled his revolver free, the massive gun being held in one hand. Between his alchemicly altered strength and addition of the Force to level the gun, he was able to fire three rapid shots of the slug thrower with a deadly aim, going right for the face of the Gen'dai.

Immortal? They'd find out soon.

 

[Ruby Wilded]

Objective: C
Location: Taloraan City
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/3392-darth-ferus/ [member="Animus Malgus"]
Enemies: [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]http://starwarsrp.net/user/5063-kezeroth-the-beholder/
6/20

Ruby took cover behind some of the rubble. That monster was still way too close, they needed to get moving. Not before she checked the tactical situation. Ruby pulled out a small holodisc. Upon activation it revealed a map of Talorran City with a small blinking red dot located near the middle of the floating machinery. "We're only three hundred and sixty two meters from the turbolift down to the safe house. The outer areas have been taken and the army is pushing to the middle of the city. I'd give us five minutes before the lift area is taken. Less for here".

"Five minutes?! There's no time to get there. I... I". The VIP was visibly shaking now. Contemplating suicide likely. A fair choice given what the Sith would do to him if captured alive, or the monster.

"Pull yourself together. The situation looks grim but we've been in worse. If we run hard and he can keep ugly off our tails, we can make it. Then we have a plan to get you and the other VIP's out of Talorran to safety". Ruby packed away the holodisk. It was nearly a straight shot to that lift. Provided a bomb didn't hit it they were pretty much in the clear. Ruby watched her step as she hopped over the the govenor, grabbing him by the collar. "Alright Malgus. I'm taking point. Nothing stops us and we stop for nothing. Cause we're getting to that lift". She checked her repeater one last time for an ammo count. It was getting low, and unless she stumbled across a compatible gas canister she'd be switching to the pistols. "Good luck boss". Ruby dragged off the VIP into the street. Crossing over midst blaster fire. Neither of the two were hit, and she wasn't going to look back to see if her battle buddy had moved either.

 

[Mythos]

Objective :C
Location: Taloran City
Allies: OS [member="Ruby Wilded"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Nomkneer artzhul"]
Enemies: Enemies of the OS [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]
7/20
Animus smiled as he heard the plan, his kind of plan, run and gun and no complications, it had been a while since he had one of those. Inside he felt discouraged and frowned, he felt as if the place he was meant to be was beside Ferus, not protecting some snot nose politician from a death he would eventually suffer either way. Orders however... were orders, and he was not about to disobey, besides, he smiled again shooting a zipliner and hooking on to it, from his high perch, The Shadow of war [member="Darth Ferus"] himself, if anything he thought the Monster should be scared. Little worried Animus about the result of that battle as his smile came remembering that his guardian "Angel" would protect him in the mission from the Behemoth that was hot on their heels.

Animus Ziplined over a reasonable height of about 100 feet, descending under blaster fire at an incredible speed for over the length of 200 yards, what should be an intersection of where [member="Ruby Wilded"] would be with the VIP was his direction. When he landed he started to make his way to her holstering his rifle and covering for his friend and the VIP who was slower because she was dragging his dead weight.

Animus quickly chimed in through his com. "Were moving, area is clear, direct for safehouse" Once his partner had caught up, he took rear as they they headed for the safe house following her Lead. Broken streets everywhere, and still the stench of death covered the place, every corner was a death trap as they blazed through the Battlefield.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: C
Location: Deep in the city
Allies: OS [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Ruby Wilded"]
Enemies: Enemies of the OS, Taloraan city troops
2/20

Nomkneel continued to raid the city slaying all who opposed and seizing control of the civillians as the batallion he now controls walks by his side wreacking havoc upon the Taloraan city, the civillians thought their forces could protect them, but they were wrong. Nomkneel gave orders"raid all houses and take only the children who are strong in the force, the rest... slay them, and everyone... we will make bloodshed off this place!" as he was leading them deeper into the city leaving trails of memory of what the sith can really do.

Nomkneel finds more enemy soldiers and he orders his men to " attack the enemy flank, their left ground!" as he sprang high using the force jump and landed on an incoming walker and he took out its legs with dual strikes of both his lightsabers.

As he dropped till he reached the floor, there he deflected 4 blaster shots and did a spinning slash to take out a group of soldiers from the very center. Nomkneel was enjoying his battle and was forgetting about the niman rule he was taught "do everything in moderation" and Nomkneel tried to control himself without slowing the pace of his battles and while he was distracted a dogfighter lauched an explosion that blasted him to a wall and lost consciousness. His batallion temporarily lost their leader and confusion of what to do next started to appear and they just kept on fighting without instructions and blinded by what was going on, for they did not have someone to guide them. The batallions confusion led to one fourth of them being either shot, destroyed or torn to shreds and the other fourth of a part were injured or half dead. Suddenly one of the soldiers saw him and went up to him and screamed to him "Nomkneel sir!!, wake up!" after he gave nomkneel some medical attention and some time had passed he gained consciousness upon regaining consciousness Nomkneel's first instinct was to slash out and he killed the soldier who was infront of him quickly charging back into battle.

Nomkneel appeared out of nowhere screamed and ordered his soldiers "leave the wounded behind, group up in two flanks and the first group shoot the rear soldiers, as i handle the front with the second group", the soldiers sprang into action as they heard their commanders orders and the tide was was slowly turning back in favour of the sith and they were gaining ground. Nomkneel reported to all sectors "had some heavy casualties but have turned the tide and gained ground again, half of my soldiers are either dead or half dead, we will continue with what i have, i am currently in battle, i am reporting later any further news".

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective: A
Location: Hover Pad
Allies: [member="Xander Blackmoore"]
Posts: 3/20

Setzi listened to Xander Blackmoore's assessment of her figure and her beauty. Her mouth opened to protest, but on the hover pad with the wind threatening to knock them over, she didn't feel in any position to argue. Getting control of her own footing proved to be difficult. Still, his harsh words affected her more than she care to let on.

The brunette acolyte was not just another pretty face to be adored by restless Sith Lords. She was slowly becoming battle-hardened, an asset to the One Sith in both ground combat and in the sky, and stood to prove that today to Blackmoore.

The Fleft-waufs were bucking and straining before them, eager to fly into the Taloraan wind. Lord Blackmoore strapped into his mount and so did the diminutive acolyte.

"My tongue may cut deep," she said, over the howling wind. "But my determination cuts deeper. Go on ahead of me. If you want to hear my blade sing, I think I can manage a pretty little tune for you."

Was it a challenge against their enemies? Or a challenge against Lord Blackmore and his cutting remarks?

She raced ahead on her fleft-wauf suddenly, looking back over her shoulder to see if he was following.

 

[Isamu Baelor]

Objective C: Takeover Taloraan city
Location: Makeshift Headquarters
Allies: One Sith, [member="Darth Noxia"]
Enemies: Taloraan loyalist forces.
[1/20]

Under the backdrop of an orange war-torn sky, the symphony of battle played out in the streets below. Isamu, and a regiment Sith soldiers under his command, fought at the tip of the vanguard. They were the first to clash with Taloraan forces, and broke them on the outskirts of the city. With the overwhelming might of the Sith bearing down on them, the Taloraan’s main force retreated into the heart of the city. With a landing zone secured, they could safely ship in more troops and supplies. They were quick to set up a field headquarters, from which they could coordinate their attack, and slip the noose around the neck of the Taloraan forces.

Isamu’s face was scratched and bruised. His battle armor scuffed and damaged, dirty from the day’s battle. He, along with the highest ranking officers of his forces, stood huddled around a holo-map of the city. It’s blue hue projecting onto them, illuminating their faces. “The propaganda has succeeded.” Isamu mused to himself. Part of the Taloraan population had turned to the Sith side, and risen up with arms against their leadership. “The turncoats are engaged with loyalist forces on the western side of the city.” Isamu motioned towards the map. “We must reinforce them with troops and armor, to ensure that they do not route.”

Isamu then motioned towards the centre and eastern parts of the city. “Our forces will move up through the centre and east of the city, and push towards the governors building. Our objective is to route the enemy forces, and capture, or kill, their commander.” A Sith soldier entered the makeshift headquarters, and saluted Isamu. “Sir! Darth Noxia’s shuttle is preparing to land.” The soldier reported. “Good. Have Darth Noxia brought here.” Isamu ordered. The soldier saluted once again, and left the headquarters, to meet Darth Noxia and escort her to the headquarters.

 

[Shaddi]

Objective: B
Location: in an airborn refinery.
Allies: One Sith, [member="Sinistra"], [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Danger Arceneau"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: Unknown
Gear: His Lightsaber, Sith robes, Infantry Armor under robes (Without mask) and his Tonka amulet (Charges left 7/8).
5/20

If T'zanith didn't have a blind fold over his black useless eyes they'd most likely pop out when Cryax ordered his droids to attack Sinistra. He turned his head towards Cryax as his face only said one thing. 'Have you gone Lazer brained?!' With a pair of quick movements T'zanith struck Cryax's nerves around his back as fast as lightning. His intention was to subdue the chiss governor in an attempt to save his life, after the incident on Csilla, T'zanith had found respect for the chiss people and given what he sensed from Cryax he had to keep him safe.
T'zanith felt that cryax could either bring the chiss into a new golden age under the sith or bring them to ruin, it was the Miralukan,/sephi half-breed's morbid interest to really see what Cryax's future held.
His blows had been aimed to incapacitate him and effectively make it look like he was dead, but he'd be fully conscious as T'zanith then looked towards Sinistra and turned his saber on as he took a few steps forwards. "My Lady please rethink this course of action, I will not fight you or pretend to be able to tell you what to do. However I merely wish to advice more thought into what you are intending to do." T'zanith said in a slow and calm manner, part of him wanted to simply scream and run out the karking door as both sith lords were now making their moves. T'zanith didn't want to be between two rancors and their chosen meals, and that was exactly the situation he was in right now.

 

[Judah Lesan]

Objective: A
Location: The Sky Battle
Allies: [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | [member="Sage Bane"]
Posts: 4/20

Xander smirked at how easily she became irritated at his comments. Her skin was still thin, a trait which would change over time. The woman would learn to deal with the sharp tongues of those she was no yet equal to. Her own determination may be sharp, but it was thick skin which kept the ire out. Perhaps she could save face by using the ire to fuel her passion for battle. However, the battle was yet upon them.

Before he could respond to her, she took to the sky. A smile broke out on his face as she indeedd took to the battle. A lightsaber was called to his right hand as his left held to the reigns. For now he would not give away his secret to the enemy which would provide him with an advantage later. Their minds were near one as the beast continued forward, but the others need not know. With hilt in hand, Xander ignited the violet blade, laughing as he pressed to catch up to the woman.

"Quite an attitude, I like it," he pressed to her mind telepathically. "There is none of the peaceful tribe to be spared. Today they learn peace is a lie, a very deadly lie."

With that said, Xander sped ahead into the thick of the fight and took his first target. A Fleft-Wauf careened toward what would have been the surface of the planet as Xander was aiming to capture the first airship he saw. They were needed for the Sith to relocate the tribe they were assisting in this genocide.