They Might Be Gas Giants (OS Dominion of Taloraan)

[Keira Priest]

Objective: C
Location: Taloraan City
Allies: [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"](?)
Enemies: [member="Vrag"]
(3/20)

Telekinesis was one of those talents that Keira had spent careful time perfecting, most times in situations not too different from this. The best kind of experience was the sort gained when one's life was on the line, and it was experience of that sort she had under her belt in amounts considered extensive by many. Not too long ago she had found a genuine enjoyment in combat, and some of that still stuck by her, wanting to see how far she could push the other woman before she wasn't fast enough to escape the heat of that crimson saber. That was likely where she would find her death, one day. But for now she was very much intent on continuing to live, willing to exploit most any strategy.

Unfortunately it was rather difficult to teach an old dog new tricks, and so once more she utilized the ethereal, this time in an attempt to throw the other blade off course, flashing up with her own to intercept it should that fail. Manipulating that same energy she prodded in a manner that would hopefully allow her to break free from the invisible grasp of the Sith, and she would twist to land on her feet in a crouch, slowly straightening. That had been a close call, and one she wasn't entirely too eager to repeat. That meant she would have to devise a different technique, one different from those put into use before. Improvisation was a tactic she had relied upon before. This shouldn't have been anything new.

What was most frustrating was the fact that her words once again seemed to have no effect on her opponent. That seemed to be the case with most she clashed with. First it had been the Host Lord of The Primeval, though admittedly the two hadn't gotten off well from the start. This Sith was just as stoic and impenetrable, nothing seeming to faze her. Everyone had a subject they didn't want to touch on, but she wouldn't waste any time in trying to determine exactly which one it happened to be. It was much better to act first and ask questions later, no matter which dire consequences such rash moves tended to have. To allow one like this time to strike first wasn't advised.

Once again she struck out, this time with her blade, utilizing a pidgin style that most had a difficult time pinning down to any one form. It was one of those things in her arsenal that was entirely unpredictable, and when combined with her telekinetic attacks made her a deadly opponent. It would seem this time that the latter wouldn't succeed quite so easily as they had in the past, so another strategy would have to be devised. But for the moment she focused on pressing the attack, not quite pushing herself just yet. This was still very much the beginning stages of battle, where each combatant was still feeling the other out. Soon, however, things would take a far more deadly turn. And she was ready.

 

[Damien Zannen]

Location: Taloraan City - Streets
Objective C
Enemies: [member="Vrag"]? [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Ruby Wilded"]
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"]?
Engaging: [member="Darth Ferus"]
4/20?

Finally a challenge had arrived! The mouse had decided to come out of his hole and face the predator. Pacing back and forth the Giant thumped Bone Crusher like the brute he was as he waited for the Sith [member="Darth Ferus"] to come in full. Sensory Acuity boomed as shots were fired toward Kezeroths face. Awareness of his entire environment as a whole was already their in his mind and senses. The smallest of details came to his being in various forms, Touch, sense, sight & hearing. The Darkside was in Kezeroths mind all about survival, it was not evil or sinister but rather demanding like life was in the universe. One could argue that the reason why the monsters connection was so primal was because of of the way he saw the Darkside. Pivoting to the left the giant instinctively removed himself from the threat of slugs hitting his face and head, instead his movement provided a trade off letting the slugs connect with his right armored shoulder were the slugs would dent the metal slightly and glance off causing his to jerk his shoulder some.

It was a primal response and it was what made the Gen'dai so dangerous. He was a truly unpredictable in his nature and could tactics on the fly. Removing his right hand from Bone crusher in his left hand, the Giant armed his right with his Lightclub activating the 3 meter lava colored blade. With Hammer in one hand and Saber in the other he rotated both shoulders some to ease any pain that was shortly taken from the shots and roared. Face mask folded back over his red colored face and Kezeroths targeting system locked on [member="Darth Ferus"] before him.

" Enough! Lets enjoy this!" he said with a aura of bloodlust. Jumping forward some Kezeroth actived his grav boots letting them pulse his large body forward so the preparation of a leap could be removed and action would be gained sooner. Closing in on the Shadow fast the Gen'dai swung his Lightclub in a vertical upward slash while holding his power hammer behind him in case a power strike was needed.

 

[Ruby Wilded]

Objective: C
Location: Taloraan City
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Animus Malgus"]
Enemies: [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]
7/20

Ruby had to keep a light pace for the VIP to keep up. The army were hot on their heels and not letting up for even a second. She had to give it to them, they didn't slack an ounce. Ruby brushed off the thoughts. She just needed to keep her mind in the goal. Both their footsteps calmed to one, her own. She turned her head to see the governor had stopped.The VIP's face was flushed red. Wheezing and heaving for breath. "I.I.I.I... just need a... minute". He knelt over with both hands resting on a knee. This guy wasn't even that old. Maybe cardio just wasn't his thing. Probably had enough old man strength to crush anyone in an arm wrestling match but seriously they were on the razor's edge of life and being filled full of blaster here.

"No stopping we're almost there. Just two more blocks and". Ruby cut herself off as her partner checked in. Any details he could give about the upcoming area would be needed.

Animus quickly chimed in through his com. "Were moving, area is clear, direct for safehouse"

"You've got fifteen seconds". Ruby tapped on her comms. "Roger that. Meet up with us now. We're moving". A spray of blaster fire painted the wall above her head. Ruby ducked low fearing more. She saw the soldiers who shot at her down the way. No time for fighting now. Grabbing the VIP by the arm she forced him to move again.

 

[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.
7/20

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

Her eyes cut over to the young Sith, [member="T'zanith Zebron"] with certain look of incredulity in them before her voice echoed in his mind alone.

<<Look Scooter, my saber's off, I have a neutral stance, and so help me Darkness, if you call me a Lady one more time, I will rip your arm off and beat you to death with the bloody end. If I were you, I'd be paying more attention to the guy who just took out the droids. You know, the tall scary looking guy to your left.>>

She closed her eyes and shook her head softly. This entire thing was the worst op she had ever been privy to. She turned her attention back to Lord Carach, the Chiss and Danger.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: C
Location: Ground, Taloraan City
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Ruby Wilded"]
Enemies: Enemies of the OS

Animus saw that Ruby was having problems with the V.I.P. and it was slowing her down, his first action was to keep point and wait up for her while OS artillery bashed the entire place. "We need to move before the Artillery Guns get a bead on us or get Lucky !"

Just then Ruby was on her way pulling the man and almost dragging him all the way for two entire blocks, Animus and the V.I.P arrived at a station surrounded by guards and personnel, leading to a small lift flanked by heavy Beskar Armored guards. Blaster fire and Artillery blasts were hot on their heels while they moved to the safe house, once arriving the Military personnel greeted them with an Outstretched palm.


"Good job! we can take the governor from here" One of the Beskar armored Soldiers told him, grabbing the governor by his shoulder before Animus shot back at him.
"Our Mission is to protect him at all times, where he goes, we go, got it Tin Man?" Animus' words were Agitated from battle, but the Man with full Beskar understood and his face contorted in a cringe for having crossed Animus, Animus didn't notice it, but his boots were drenched in blood, his face stained with Dirt and his clothes and armor Tattered with close calls from blasters when he Ziplined, so he looked pretty Intimidating, even to a guy with full Beskar.
"Of course, head down the lift, and you will find the rest of the Governor's' staff members" the Man in Beskar headed out to battle trailed behind by some of what appeared to be Elite troops, as Animus and Ruby with the V.I.P. headed down the Lift.

Animus relaxed a bit smiling and shooting Ruby a wink and a laugh leaning back on the wall of the lift who was going down on Mach speed, he felt relaxed now that the V.I.P. was secure, but his mind quickly took the smile and laughter away from him with the thought of Master Ferus... his fingers clenched strongly on his rifle almost wanting to break the thing... Crazy Old Man, flying into Battle against that monster alone, and me here watching over.... I hope he's drenched in the blood of that thing or so help me the force... Animus beat himself up in his mind, the worry of his teacher (unnecessary as it was as he was sure) plagued his mind.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: D (Do whatever I want)
Location: Taloraan City Cantina
Allies: Booze, babes, Fellow Sith
Enemies: Buzz kills
[3/20]

Vengeance laughed as the poor woman kept struggling against him. He did love a fighter. But he was soon getting bored with the whole game and his glass was getting empty again.


"What does a guy have to do to get a drink around here?" "Do I really need to make an example out of somebody."

Shaking his head Vengeance reached out with a hand a sustained bolt of lightening frying the guy at the table next to him. As he did the redhead jerked and twisted getting free. She took off in a dead run towards the door. Vengeance laughed hard.

"Call me."

Kicking over the now dead guy from the chair Vengeance he looked towards the bartender.

"So about that drink................." "Every time I have to ask..... another person dies." "Can you really stand to lose that much business?"

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: C
Location: Near Central Hall
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Animus"]
Enemies: Enemies of OS
Post: 3/20

Nomkneer in need of some assistance, had sent through the radio waves "im already at the heart of the city and getting closer to the dominion, i am probably gonna need back up for almost all of my men are either dead or barely alive, anyone that can help me out come to the front center at the heart of the city". As he kept going with the 12 soldiers he had that were still without any serious wounds. Nomkneel found a tunnel hidden in secret that led somewhere near the central hall. He took the men that could fight and kept going in through the route to see where it leads to.

half way through the tunnel an alarm system kicked in after some of the soldierswith him accidentaly activated an alarm. Nomkneel shouted "run everyone follow me fast!!"Nomkneel had a bad feeling about the alarm, suddenly laser blasters started popping out of the walls as Nomkneel and his men kept running through the tunnel. He let his men go first and kept behind to deflect all blastershots behind them as they kept running through. After almost reaching the end of the tunnel, some laser blasters appeared up front and Nomkneeldidn't know what to do because none of his soldiers knew how to parry off any blastershots becausenone of them have never had any lightsaber training. Nomkneel just kept screaming "keep runningif you got hit your just unlucky!" as they ran 3 soldiers got shot and the rest of the soldiers kept running but Nomkneel thought that to save the rest he had to use the dead soldiers bodies as shields and heordered his men to grab 2 of the dead soldiers and use them as frontal shields while he deflected the back.

They managed to reach the end of the tunnel and apparently it leads to the central hallin a hidden armory beneath the ground but there was a steel door that did not let them go through. as Nomkneel deflected he leaped upfront and made a hole in the door as he ordered
the soldiers "now use the bodies to defend the back as i cut a hole here they made it through and
they loaded up with what they saw in the armory. There were mines, bombs and blasters everyone ignored the armory as they climbed the stairs to get to the city hall, they had breached into the most important part of the city. Nomkneel picked mines and bombs and he told his men
to pick bombs too. He placed 2 mines hidden in the stairs of the tunnel just in case anyone wanted to use the tunnel as a means to escape or catch the sith off guard.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Momma would say ‘Quit goin' around your ass to get to your elbow.’ A token phrase that meant one shouldn't do things the hard way. While the Governor of Csilla certainly had come to Danger’s aid - bless his heart - the method well…

Escalated things quickly.

All matter of poodoo hit the proverbial fan, and now they were facing looking down twin barrels of hoodoo that was not going to end well. Likely neither for Chiss or herself. By then, the bulk of the workers had scattered, finding shelter and taken to evacuating as suggested earlier. They had no idea what the One Sith had planned, but it was clear it was not going to end up in a good place.

Everything thereafter was a blur. Ears were ringing from the blast and Danger went stumbling a bit into Bane, standing in front of him. Bright gold eyes like burning embers in a fire would foretell the presence of another Voice: Darth Carach.

Hell.

There was purpose in his slow swagger, in the steely flex of his jaw and the penetrating stare that would bore down upon the duo. The area would be a tangible saturation of power, thick and stifling as midday on Tatooine. What does one do?

Cryax had made a terrible mistake. But Danger knew that it was more due to feeling cornered than anything else. He had come to her aide and she wasn’t going to let him get hung up to dry.

“Lord Carach,” Danger’s voice would start, but there was no denying the shiver of ice that ran down her spine. The sinking of her belly. The rearing awareness that she was playing a game of Sabbacc and hoping to bluff her way into winning that pot.

The closer he got, the more Danger ran through her mind the options they all had.

“The Governor was merely attempting to come to my aid,” her voice was low just for him and Cryax to hear. Soft and persuasive, it hid the apprehension and trepidation the Queen of Trade was feeling. Death could very well come for her, and while she'd be considered in her right to save her own skin, those that knew Danger were aware she wasn't one to leave a debt owed when she could at least try to do something.

Anything.

It was a gamble. But a gamble she was willing to try.

“If anyone is to blame, it is I… and I am willing to make reparations to the One Sith on his behalf.”

 

[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"]
7/20

Ferus was a beserker. Deep down within his mind, there was a primal rage waiting to be let loose. Enjoy the fight. Love the fight. Win the fight. He watched was the beast took the shots and seemed to shrug them off. Yes, this is what he expected from the Beholder. A grin began to form as golden eyes turned red. Loose yourself. The call echoed through his mind, but never once did the Sith give into such a mind.

The Gen'dai was already unpredictable, and he wasn't going to win if he himself lost his way. Not yet at least. As the face mask folded back, the man kept his posture. Truly a grotesque face, a monster. This would terrify a normal man. Thankfully, Ferus was not a normal person. When he jumped, the gun was simply leveled for his head, and the last three shots were fired from the slug thrower. They were fanned slightly, given the monstrosity was airborne. Left to right, so if the beast was going to avoid by tilting his head, he'd find another shot going to where his head would be.

Of course, he couldn't stay still with such a large thing blasting towards him. Even if by some chance he killed Kezeroth with such a simple attack, he'd have to deal with what he assumed was over two tons worth of metal and flesh to land atop him. Quickly the Sith began to skirt backwards, reloading the slug thrower as quick as he possibly could. His lightsaber would be useless in this fight after all, and with this being the only weapon on hand to use against armored foes, well. This might be much more challenging than he had anticipated.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Objective: B
Location: Taloraan Refineries
Allies: [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Danger Arceneau"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: [member="Sinistra"] [member="Darth Carach"]
5/20

After giving the dramatic order for his four N1 "Chiss" Battle Droids to open fire on a very annoyed Sith Lord, three things happened, well, the three things that mattered to Cryax Bane anyway. The first thing that happened was that all four of the battle droids toppled over like toy soldiers, disposed of by Darth Carach who stepped from the shadows, his baritone purring with the threat of possible execution. Bane's brow narrowed considerably at Carach's rumble. In his arguably fractured mind, Cryax was a sacred cow among the Sith, and felt he was generally above reproach for the ignoble things he did.

The second thing that happened was that Danger launched into damage control mode. He was shocked that she would fall on a sword for him. The gesture touched him immeasurably, right down to the bottom of his cold little heart. He lay a hand gently on her arm, a small sign of his gratitude. However, thankful he felt for her generosity, it did not stop his torrent of insults directed towards Darth Carach.

"Go ahead and try it, you Moactan Teel," he snarled at Carach. "If you execute me, you will be murdering one of the Hand's brothers, and an Imperial Governor who lead our walkers to victory against the Galactic Republic on Ord Mirit."

Should he mention that Darth Vornskr didn't like his stuff touched?

The next thing Bane knew, his back felt a sharp tremor of pain that wrenched him to the floor. It felt as if every nerve in his spine was being severed by broken glass. He let out a stream of Cheunh curses and rolled onto his back, limbs twitching like a blue beetle.

He came all the way from Csilla for this?

 

[Vrag]

[3/20]
Objective: C
Location: Taloraan City
Engaging: [member="Keira Ticon"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGnXmpY0HHI​

Vrag was not a happy camper Sith.

In fact, she was not happy, period. It was likely related to the fact that her opponent hadn't obediently sacrificed her leg to the hungry beam of her lightsaber — which would have been only proper, considering the disparity in rank and whatnot —but had rather chosen to dance away at an opportune moment, regaining her balance and footing whilst putting distance between the two of them once again.

Oh, bother.

Her HUD happily lit up with a host of helpful suggestions in the form of number strings, distances, and various other perks of having real-time battlefield data overlain in her field of view. It was often these subtle differences and minor advantages that helped turn the tide of battle in one's favor.

That, and being an unscrupulous cheating dirtbag. Wasn't exactly glorious, or honorable, but none of those things mattered to the piles of corpses that wars left in their wake. Dead was dead, regardless of circumstance or dignity possessed while alive. And Vrag, bless her, valued survival over those pesky constructs of a degenerated society.

Others were free to fall on their own swords — or lightsabers, as the case may be — but she shared no such intentions. In fact, the Sith Lord was fully planning on being back home by late evening, where she would light a quality cigarra and relax with a tumbler of Redoubtian Rum.

First, however, she had to get rid of this standoffish girl. Bother, indeed.

Small, economical movements in the knees and feet had her weaving in and out of narrow measure at the very brink, where Vrag knew she could easily capitalize on her greater reach; combined with her height, the one-handed style she employed when wielding the deadly red blade made for a glaring disparity between her and whichever unfortunate foe had happened upon the Hand of the Dark Lord while she was busy taking over a world.

Vrag was, by nature, a very goal-oriented individual, but this quality became all the more pronounced when her target was something as valuable and precious as a planet.

She parried, strike by strike, subtly closing into the distance where she could hit her opponent, but her opponent could not riposte without over-exposing herself, and it was then when the firrerreo chose to attack again, this time attempting to bat the blade of her adversary to the outside, opening the girl up for what would come next.

Vonduun and woman would flex in well-practiced unison borne of a thousand engagements just like this one, and with the Force flowing through her every limb, the Sith would cross into CQC range with but a swift cross-step forward, putting the considerable weight of her body behind the strike as she would deliver the punch with a decisive swing from her hip, aiming for the soft flesh and vital organs of the abdomen. All the while, the saber in her right hand would create an effective obstacle for a return slash from the girl, offering enough protection for that singular moment it would take her fist to connect.

And boy, would it hurt. Even duracrete crumbled when the Ygdris came a-knockin'.

 

[Ruby Wilded]

Objective: C
Location: Taloraan City
Allies: [member="Darth"] Ferus [member="Animus Malgus"]
Enemies: Time
8/20

They made it. Thank the Force they made it. Sith troops were rolling down the street towards them with guns blazing. Who knows what else was about to be thrown at them? Didn't matter now. A few Mandalorian's guarded the lift. Their armor was a dead giveaway to who they were. Ruby hated Mandalorian's. One of their kind killed her mother. He was the only she wanted dead though. Something on a list of things she needed to accomplish. Being an assassin, like she is today would help lead to that tomorrow.

Ruby entered the turbolift with Malgus and the VIP. The latter set the metal tube falling in a controlled manner to the level they needed, deep in the cities interior structure. Malgus laughed it off for a bit. Ruby didn't share in his enthusiasm for surviving near death on more than a few occasions today. The lift slowed as they neared the proper floor. The metal doors flew open to a well lit corridor. A barricade of soldiers and heavy weaponry down at the T intersection. Their path was split, one way the bunker and the other targets. The other who knows where. A lot of maintenance tunnels, living quarters and machine rooms were packed in down here. Wouldn't be to hard to get lost but all they had to do was follow the soldiers and VIP.

The trio arrived to a more open area than the tight hallways. At one end was a blast door. A lot like the ones on starships but smaller. Still incredibly tough to break through. Gun turrets, droids, more men all guarded the door. Attacking here would be a suicide assault for anyone. You couldn't dodge a wall of blaster here. Lucky for them they didn't need to fight here. Only past that door. And it would be more of a slaughter than a fight.

"Alright. Lets get inside. And this plan to get all of us out of here in motion. Taloraan may be over run but if we survive we can resist". The govenor was relieved he was here. Still in incredible danger but he only knew of the exterior threat.

"Of course sir. Our ship already contacted me an is on the way. It will dock below the city and we'll board on the lowest level. Lets get inside and organize everyone to move". The loveliest of lies. Feinting security and safety in times of crisis would get most anyone to agree with you.

"Yes, inside. Not a moment to waste". The governor produced a key card. Slipping it through the security scanner the door parted ways. Inside was only a dozen or so other people. Likely prominent government types and rich friends. All looked up to the three entering. Relieved sighs came from most. All for waste of their last breaths. "People, people. Everyone gather your selves. We're going to"... The blast door shut behind them. The last words anyone would hear from that mans mouth would only be known to Malgus and Ruby.

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Inside The Bunker

"Sorry to cut you off governor. I know how much it means to you. Prattling on about saving everyone and being a hero. But we've a job to do". Ruby drew her vibrosword. Straight from the draw to his neck. The metal bit deep into his flesh. Cutting all the way back into his spine. Blood spilled like a trickling waterfall out the cut. Ruby twisted the sword with her wrist. The action pulled up his head from body, blood gushed out. Splattering on the floor with such a sickly sweet sound. Others screamed, cried murder and betrayal. No one outside that blast door could hear though. The walls were too thick. Ruby pulled out the sword as the body hit the floor. "Now for the rest of you, Animus"? Ruby's twisted grin only increasing the horror they all witnessed.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: C
Location: In the general closet, Left of central hall
Allies: OS
Enemies: Enemies of OS
4/20


Nomkneel reached central hall in a general closet on the left side of the hall and gained much time with less efforts. He told his men "rest while go ahead and scout the hall, if i need you, i'll come back if i take too long just come out and wreack havoc!!".

Nomkneel went up an airshaft that was located right at the center of the closet and it was very hard to get to it as the central hall has large rooms. Nomkneer went and check the closet and found a grappling hook with a very long rope and he tied it, and tossed it at the airshaft. When Nomkneel started climbing the Airshaft, it opened from one side of the square lid. Nomkneel quickly started going up the rope and jumped at the right second and reached the height enough to jump before the airshafts lid fell off.

He barely grabbed the sides of the airshafts and with the strenght on his wrist he lifted his body upwards in a vertical form until his chest was inside the airshaft. Nomkneel let go, but quickly put his hands against both walls aside of him to maintain attached like a spider on a wall. Nomkneel reached a far end to the airshaft and 4 ways he could go. The only way he thought possible was to quickly but silently go through every open space of the airshaft to see whats going on and who is above him at every moment.

Nomkneel reached his first grate, and he saw guards going about, and soldiers moving to secure the perimeter. He also saw the walls were all filled with shining brightness and the halls were deep enough to create echo's, The walls had a vibrant white color and it was all very pretty for people of much courtiousy and elegance but it wasn't really Nomkneel's style. After 1 hours of looking through every grate, he saw everything around the hall and had a picture of an idea for a strategy, too bad Nomkneel has not seen the love for knowledge and his insanity is getting in his way of making correct strategic plans and strategies. But even though he did not care and tried.

Suddenly after returning to his group he saw that they starded raiding the hall and they were surrounded, Nomkneel dropped down in a spin and dropped to the floor in the middle of atleast 50 soldiers and where he landed 7 of them were around him in a circular form. Bad luck for them because Nomkneel came down with his lightsabers looking the opposite directions in a spinning form of a clock wise formation. and he instantly cut the 7 soldiers in 4 pieces: the first piece was the head, the second from the chest to the elbows and everything aligned horizontally to the elbows, the third was from the elbow to the knees and the rest to the feet was the fourth piece.

Everywhere around him looked like a blood soup with human body parts as meat. A very scary sight to be exact, but nonetheless he continued fighting and no one noticed him only the back but for the front and sides it was too late... He caught them all off the guard infront as he kept on slashing and taking down all of them from the back while he was running towards his comrades. He screamed "Follow me for the sith will be victorious and we shall come home proud!".

 

[Mythos]

Objective: C
Location: Safety Bunker of Taloraan City.
Allies: OS [member="Darth Ferus"]
Enemies: Enemies of the OS
9/20
Animus entered the room filled this the stench of smug, he clicked his tongue losing a sly grin, it had been worth it, his blaster rifle in his hands primed and ready for what was to come. E-11, classic and simple, like it's user. Animus was a man of Simple pleasures at times like this, Survival itself and the pleasure of nipping through the battlefield was a joy and a pleasure to have. Upon the sight of [member="Ruby Wilded"] digging her vibrodagger into the spine of the walking carcass they had been dragging for what seemed like Miles Animus nodded "My pleasure Little Lady"

Animus did not know that the guards up above were Mandalorians, he just recognized the Beskar armor plating for what it was, he had yet to cross a Mandalorian, but for how long he could say that was unknown.

Animus began firing from his shoulder controlled bursts at the people in the room, to him they were not innocents, they were the prime reason the people of Taloraan were dying, their disrespect to the One Sith brought this wrath upon them, Animus was but a dispenser of this Wrath, a Humble job delivered with great pride. Animus' aim was steady as he unleashed volley after volley of shots at all who were present, and being that there were only a Dozen there, and he had also shot the Squirming bodies in the ground before he relented. Walking to the bodies checking one by one, shooting a couple who were just wounded he nodded in satisfaction to his handy work back to Ruby. His eyes were beaming as he smiled in eagerness at his next task. "Let's go find Ferus now" Animus said gesturing for her lead on the situation and reloading his weapon with a *click clank* He was there to cover her if anything happened, he knew this rifle like the back of his hand, 3 months in the Boot camp of Naboo weren't there for nothing, ready and prepared for the next phase of their Mission.

 

[Damien Zannen]

Location: Taloraan City - Streets into the air! BLAST OFF!
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Ruby Wilded"]
Allies?: [member="Keira Ticon"]
Engaging: [member="Darth Ferus"] .... And soon more
Objective C
5/20?

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8v6I4lgS2rQ​

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More bullets came flying now so in a more tactical manner. With a chuckle Kezeroth activated both his Jetpack and grav boots all the while sliding his power hammer back on his backplate. Bullets once again came short hitting the chest plate and neck of his armored body. Such a strike would of made the majority winded but the Gen'dai were without lungs! Without such technology assisting the Giant the fight would of been drastically different and the battle would of been more interesting if anything. With his unleashed and now free hand he extended, muscle, tendons and nerve clusters stretching beyond what could be considered normal reach all directed toward [member="Darth Ferus"] in the form of a grab, The tight tentacle grip would strict the Siths body well if contact was made. " Hah lets go for a ride!" he would shout and attempt to blast off into the air to taking them both up in the sky 100 meters up.

The sky would reveal everything to him. Where to go, what to use and who to Land on more importantly. The scene was about to change for better and worst. The Gen'dai was needing a sense of overwhelming challenge, something that would make him fear once again. Give him a reason to continue on with his extremely long lived life.

 

[Ruby Wilded]

Objective: C
Location: Taloraan City
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Animus Malgus"]
Enemies: Time
9/20

The slaughter was done. The leadership of Taloraan City lay bled and burned on the bunker floor. The city was as good as theirs. Ruby was quite happy, knowing Ferus would be proud of her for completing the mission. Most of it anyways. Now they needed to escape. "Yes. Let us find my Master. But first we need to get out of here. Fighting that small army out there will be our deaths though. We need to look for an escape hatch. As much as this is they don't usually build bunkers like tombs. Least I figure". Ruby set out looking for that escape route. The bunker was bigger than just the main room. It had backup command and communications, living space, a warehouse of supplies and a small armory. They could have held out in here for quite a long time. They didn't expect enemies to be posing as allies though. It took a good fifteen minutes of exploring to come across what she was looking for. Hidden in a small room in the back, nothing but a small hatch leading down deeper in the bowls of this flying city. Ruby called out to Animus to come, they had their escape route.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: C
Location: Undercity
Allies: OS [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Ruby Wilded"]
Enemies: Enemies of the OS, and obstacles to the mission
10/20


"You got it" Animus was behind her and skimming through walls, he did not expect anyone to arrive anytime soon however just as [member="Ruby Wilded"] was entering the Hatch, the Soldiers armored in Beskar entered through the frontal doors. Animus turned back and yelled to his companion "Go quickly! We are out of here!" as she hurried along the hatch seeming to go, inside the City itself.

Before he turned back however, he had placed a surprise for the Mercenaries as they stepped in eyes widening as they beheld the slaughterfest, a whole pack of thermal detonators stuck to both sides of the walls were activated and Animus smiled before he pressed the button on the detonator. "Suprise".

The Explosion rocked the place as he dove down the hatch behind his companion zipping through and landing in a large internal hallway luckily the shaft lead to a walkway and not to the endless fall below them. They were in the bottom of the City, a ring of walkways around them, and the winds and massive fall of clouds below them. "Call a ship, to get is back up top to Master Ferus!" Animus had to yell as the massive engines of the Floating city drowned him out, and the woosh of the wind due to their altitude made speaking difficult.

Animus was beside his friend who had just impressed him with her Brutality and he shot her a wink and the gesture to walk forward through the walkways, he would find a place where to dock, and she would call it in, all as if it was well rehearsed. Animus took point watching everything around, no shots yet, it did not appear as if they were followed.

 

[Nomkneer]

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


Nomkneel led his men to fight the rest of the soldiers that were left after his fall and Nomkneel started deflecting blasters to defend them as they shot them one by one. One of the soldiers said "we had one advantage, we have a leader that has lightsabers and can protect us! this is cake!!", as he kept blasting all the enemies with the rest of the soldiers led by Nomkneel.

They managed to kill them all off one by one by defending and attacking. Nomkneel said "lets keep moving to the left theres only 3 soldiers" as he knew somewhat about the corridors around the hall. Nomkneel and his soldiers heard an explosion, they got startled and got distracted by the shake and the sound. While running towards the left they encountered the 3 enemies and there was another hallway to the left and one to each other directions: right, forward, and obviously the one at Nomkneels back. Nomkneel after quickly attacking the 3 soldiers ordered his men behind him "go to the left and quickly check all doors for enemies we dont want any accidents!".

They kept going forward and found that theres a hole that leads underground, and followed it to the North West direction. They ran and while avoiding all enemies and made haste, soon after 45 minutes of sprinting they stopped and heard the sound of battle. Roars of a beast and sounds of someone in battle, Nomkneel felt like he should go check out whats happening. They went and searched for a pathway up. Suddenly he saw a cricket wall which he thought if destroyed the rubble could cause a pile big enough for them to climb on and make a hole to the surface of the ground. He caused the wall to fall and used the force to carry the rocks that fell out of the pile and place them on top of it.

Still it wasnt enough, the height of the surface from underground was way high so he ordered the rest of his men "grab onto something because were going up!" his men latched on and he did a force jump and went through the surface. There was 6 sith soldiers latched onto him and on surface impact 2 of them fell to their dooms in the under ground, for Nomkneel was not planning on going back to get them and keep exhausting himself by using the force.

Nomkneel and his soldiers were awed by the power of both these titans as they soared up to the sky.

 

[Komo]

Objective: Take over Taloraan city
Location: Makeshift Headquarters
Allies: One Sith, [member="Isamu Baelor"]
Enemies: Taloraan Loyalist Forces
[2/20]

The shuttle flew towards one of the landing zones secured by Sith-aligned forces in the heavily contested city. In it carried the architect of the propaganda campaign that had taken root, deep in the heart of Taloraan city. Dissension and unhappiness with the current regime had been further amplified with the use of strategically crafted and placed propaganda, causing the already unhappy citizens to rise up against their current governor who had refused to step down in the ongoing invasion of the Taloraan. It was wonderful to see things going all accordingly to plan. Simply marvelous indeed. Beachheads had long been established, and battlefield supplies and reinforcements had began to pour in in the bid to take over the rest of the city.

Approaching the landing zone, the shuttle decreased its speed as it prepared to land. Darth Noxia landed without much fun fare, her military escort bowing to her as they waited for her to get off the craft. The lead of the escort, a young officer with ambition in his eyes spoke to her as the heels of her boots touched the ground. Darth Noxia was dressed in her awe-inspiring war armour, aiming the lead the battle from the front.

"Welcome to Taloraan, my lord. The occupation is going smoothly as planned. The propaganda has worked marvelously and the citizens loyal to us will soon make great headway with the supplement of the additional One Sith forces." Noxia would simply nod, before answering, her expressions completely hidden behind her Phrik helmet. "Excellent. See to it that they get what they need." The officer then resumed speaking, his words punctuated with the accompanying marching of their escort. "Very good, my lord. They will get what they need. Colonel Baelor has also requested for your presence in the makeshift command centre, he will keep you further updated on the battlefront." As Noxia entered into the room, she would greet the colonel before everyone else.

[member="Isamu Baelor"]

 

[Ruby Wilded]

Objective: C
Location: Taloraan City
Allies: [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Animus Malgus"]
Enemies: Big Ugly
10/20

Though they'd finished their mission. There was no time to rejoice as the two Acolytes needed to re-reach the surface of Taloraan City to aid Master Ferus in his battle with the ferocious Gen'dai [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"]. Down below on the exposed deck of the lower ring was giving Ruby quite the sight of Taloraan's gas clouds. She didn't get much of a view on the ride in. Wanting to savor the moment was lost to Malgus' call. "Right, right. Working on it". Ruby produced the holodisc she had used earlier to aid them in finding the lift point. Now it was going to come in handy to direct some air transport to them. Ruby switched channels on her comms over the the command link. "Command this is Infiltrator Team. Mission successful. VIP's dead. The bunker is still heavily guarded though. Requesting air pickup on low outer ring. Position west by northwest, over".

"Roger Infiltrator 2. We'll confirm kills after mop up ops. I'll have a bird en route asap. Hold position until arrival, over".

"Copy that Command. Infiltrator 2 over and out". Ruby tossed the disk once more into a pocket. She switched channels back to inform Animus of the news. Waving at him to pay attention before she spoke. "Transports on its way. Asap he said. Just hope Master Ferus is alright right now".