We will not break (Galactic Alliance Dominon of the Byss Hex)

[Zark San Tekka]

Allies: [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Cato Marek"] [member="Ivlyn Mecetti"]
Objective: Consecrate Citadel Grounds

Imperial Citadel, Exterior

Inquisitor Varex, status report, Omai Rhen's voice echoed in his head, the Grand Marshal's natural talent and years of experience only modestly compensating for his species' lack of innate telepathic aptitude, Master Raaf has located a suitable breach point.

The Vaemath Jedi Knight's pointed blade bisected a slavering ravager. A hydraulically empowered boot lashed out, adding enough force to Varex's own supernaturally enhanced strength to kick straight through another as it sought to take advantage of his blades' over-extension.

My arrival will be temporarily delayed, he effortlessly cast his thoughts into Master Rhen's mind, It would appear this General Teth has a talent for making new friends.

Having ruthlessly dispatched the last of the Sithspawn in his immediate vicinity, the Knight Varex looked on in approval as the rest of his team of Shadows cleared the last of the bunkers housing enemy artillery in their immediate vicinity. With any luck, their efforts would have considerably reduced the bombardment on [member="Aryn Teth"] and the rest of the Twenty Sixth's position. But their work was for from over, for while his Inquisitors and their allies had wreaked much destruction upon Byss' conventional weaponry, they still had to contend with threats of a more abominable nature, twisted mutations cursed by dark Sith magic.

Flyers, another Shadow cast her thoughts wide enough for the rest of them to hear it. None of them would speak aloud until after the battle was won, some not even then.

Varex had already seen them. A wave of wyverns was now closing in on the GADF's improvised fortifications, preparing to hurl bio plasma projectiles on the Alliance soldiers from their tails. Emerging from the now smoking bunker at an unnatural sprint that bordered on gallop, with a running leap the Jedi Knight's power suit carried him high into the air. The first Sithspawn creature never even saw him coming, his kyber emitter gauntlets sliced clean through its monstrous mass of flesh before he had even reached the zenith of his jump.

A perfectly timed trajectory brought him crashing into another of the mutated flyers just as he began to plummet back to the surface, and the Vaemath's massive armored fists overpowered the panicked thing, before snapping tendon and bone in what passed for the wyvern's neck region. Whatever damage he had inflicted was at least enough to send it hurtling towards the earth like a stone. Boosting himself off the falling corpse, the Inquisitor slashed through two others on his way down.

The force of impact sent a jolt throughout his body, but between Varex's suit and Jedi training he was able to absorb most of the damage. Banshee cries filled his ears, and the Shadow knew that he had finally gained their attention. He whirled back around to see a whole pack of Sithspawn had broken off from the group now beginning to pummel the General's strong point and were headed straight for him. Just as as they had planned.

Joining the others in summoning all his willpower, each Inquisitor unleashed a wave of Force Light, catching the entire host of mutated flyers in a sort of mystic crossfire. With each of them working together on an exercise they had drilled so many times before as a part of their repertoire, the combined energy was enough to incinerate the wyverns in radiant flames, cooking through their flesh and disintegrating their bodies.

General Teth, Jedi Shadows approaching from behind enemy lines.

 

[Armaud Eden]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

"A swarm..." He scratched his nose as he looked up. Disinterest coated his outward appearance but the use of biological terminology, that was a way to pique his interest. After all, that was his reasoning for all of his travels. To experience and understand the worlds that stretched out from the center of the Alliance. "I miss Dagobah and the quiet...removed from the sound of turbolasers."

Reaching up to his shoulder, he plucked the owl by his talons and flung him upwards. Be our eyes. A surge of the force pressed out from the young man, apologetic but urging. He knew he was putting the owl in danger but it was a necessary risk, based off the way Trextan was describing things.

Pulling the bow from his chest, he blew warm air over his right hand before plucking an ankarres arrow from the quiver. They will fly true, they will fly further and harder, and they will rarely miss. Those were the words Gabe stated as he carved the first arrow, laid the meteorite gibeon for tip construction. Sandwiching an arrow between the bow and his left hand, he nodded to Trextan.

"I am unsure of what aid I can provide. But I will try."

 

[Ivlyn Mecetti]

[SIZE=11pt]Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Varex"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Lyra Sunfell"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Cenn Kothari"] [member="Kyle Farnes"] [member="Armaud Eden"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Starships: 2 Gladius-class Heavy Command Frigates, 2 Essex-class starfighter killers, 2 Watcher-class corvettes, 3 Kalla-class corvettes, 5 Defender-class Light Corvettes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Fighter Variables: 14 Sprite-class fighters, 8 Dauntless-class fighters, split equally into two separate squadrons.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]In Orbit[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Open communications to that corvette.” Captain Alvor called out, his voice soon able to be heard by [member="Lyra Sunfell"].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“This is the TDV Halberd. Please enter the area of the defensive grid so we can insure your vessel is protected by it. Watch out for those menacers, too. There are tens of thousands of them. Starfighters, bombers, gunships, and dropships will have some problems with them.” Captain Alvor explained just as he watched a menacer disintegrate from being struck by one of his Gladius-class heavy command frigate’s turbolasers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]On the Ground[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Ivlyn watched as that special Aing-Tii ability did its work. A soft smirk formed on her lips, and her three lightfoils joined four others in the air, rotating as they were propelled by the Force to strike at falling Sithspawn before they struck the ground. Tens of dozens of them were killed or seriously hurt, struck by blaster fire, and their powerful lightfoil blades that were directed by the theories behind telekinetic lightsaber combat.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]”Appreciated, Jedi Master, but they seem to keep coming… I wonder when it will stop.” Ivlyn said, knowing that the Dark Siders had summoned up an army here. If it had been allowed to grow, unwatched and unnoticed, it could have been used against the Galactic Alliance to take at least one world. So many problems would have been caused by such a thing. She could feel these curious monstrous yet beautiful children of science and the Force, the darkness of them. The shade that they carried, and the total absence of light that they had. It was almost disturbing, yet there were many who would find their presence served for more than darkness, and those were the people that had to be struck down today.[/SIZE]

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Spoiler: OOC

Sorry for the shortness. I’m short on time, and also am having a writer's block issue.

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[Trextan Voidstalker]

Allies: [member="Armaud Eden"] Scarred
Enemies: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/113122-ravager/

"With you on that. More the turbolaser part than Dagobah," Trextan said. It wasn't as if he hadn't voiced his thoughts on the swamps before. He almost preferred the arid wastes of Tatooine. "Stick close to me or the sergeant," Trextan added. It wasn't voiced as a true order. Armaud had handled the incident on Dagobah with more bravery than Trextan had managed at his first battle. He could still remember crawling through the mud in a panic, trying to find a familiar shape or to just work out where the enemy was.

Those had been droid soldiers. Here they had found towering sithspawn. Trextan would have chosen the droids for his first battle of given the choice.

They set off at a quick walk. The soldiers moved in harmony as one tight unit. An urban battlefield was a dangerous place. Plenty of hiding places for monsters. They reached a main street. Landspeeders still along the sides of the road. The spawn would have to come this way.

A quick series of had gestures and the soldiers split into two groups. They rushed the two stories terraced houses on either side and took up during positions. They would hold here and wait for the enemy to come. Trextan stood in the middle of the street. They'd already found that the spawn seemed drawn to the Jedi so they would use that against them. If there were enough of the beasts to push on through the hail of precision blaster fire then the young Justicar was going to be in a difficult spot.

"Can your friend see them?" He asked.he tightened his grip on his blade, sensing the encroaching darkness.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Allies: [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Zark"] [member="Cato Marek"] [member="Ivlyn Mecetti"]
Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]

"Is there no end to these Menacers? We might be blasting them with turbolasers of all sizes and missiles on proximity fuses, but they just keep coming!" the chief gunnery officer of the Recluse reported, panicking over the Sithspawn that kept coming out even after there were thousands being killed by missile and turbolaser fire.

"Our particle shields are failing" the chief engineer reports afterward.

"Our own fighters are running out of ordnance: reload them with sonic charges once they return to ship!"

"Roger, roger"

The Menacers fired their globules of acid indiscriminately, among the fleet, starting to eat away at the hulls of the smallest ships in the fleet in the defensive grid. A few of the dead Menacers were lucky to find themselves in the path of those Menacers that still lived, and absorbed some acid globules, rotting their carapaces away, but this was a different variety of battle vs. Thyferra or even the Metharian Nebula; here it was an enemy using swarm tactics. But, with the surviving fighters running out of ordnance, fighters getting rearmed needed weapons that had a wide area of effect, even if it meant flying some distance away before dropping those. Because, even though the enemy Sithspawn numbers began to dwindle, the density was still high enough to warrant using sonic charges, which would prove more devastating than just using unguided concussion missiles fired as proximity fuses. What fighters could return to ship were being cleaned, and rearmed with sonic charges, but that was the drawback of using cluster missiles: they tended to exhaust quickly. If those cluster missiles can't do that much, perhaps sonic charges will finish those monsters off, she thought, and they will hopefully last longer than the cluster missiles have, with each of those charges being big enough to take up the space of one proton bomb in a bomb bay.

Spoiler: Medvac

ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser)
ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser)

64 M47 Illria ambulances

Spoiler: Escorts

Capital ships:

ANS Recluse (Recusant-X-class light destroyer) heavy shield damage
ANS Seltos (Providence-X-class destroyer/carrier) light shield damage
ANS Bulldozer (Felucia-class missile cruiser) light shield damage
ANS Impugnment (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier) heavy shield damage
ANS Frivolous Lawsuit (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate) light shield damage
ANS Due Process (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate) light shield damage
ANS Evil Rabbit (Krayiss-class escort frigate) light hull damage
ANS Money (Krayiss-class escort frigate) light hull damage

Attack craft:

5 Spirit-class picket corvettes
10 Mantis heavy bombers (endurance configuration)
88 Chiloon-I fighters
45 Chiloon-II fighters

 

[Travot Ravenna]

"Look, it doesn't have to go down this way. I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement," suggested Travot, "I have some credits...Would that interest you? You don't even have to tell me everything...just a little bit. They just really looked like nice guns to me, especially in the hands of a militia...I know some people would be interested in getting their hands on some..."

The cloaked figure silently stared Travot down with a passivity and resolve that he could have admired, provided that the other man's cause was more just. Finally, the other man uncrossed his arms and stepped away from the massive door. A jagged smile creased the man's face as his drew out a tarnished metallic cylinder from his pocket. The sith tapped a button on its hilt, causing a familiar snap-hiss and the emergence of a fiery red blade. Stray plumes of plasma rippled out of the blade's center as the other man assumed a wide, rooted stance that he recognized as being prevalent among Shii-Cho practicioners.

"It's funny, you know," said the other man, "...that you would even try to lead with that line. I've sensed your presence for a long time...and you have felt mine as well. But I never thought a Jedi would steep to taking advantage of another's vice. Is that something they teach in your temples these-"

Travot's left hand abruptly shot out towards the sith, sending out a ripple of kinetic energy that knocked the sith acolyte backwards midsentence. Ravenna mentally flicked his lanvorak's firing stud, sending a trio of spinning durasteel discs at the acolyte. The first two struck the man's saber arm even as the third went wide and smacked into the metal door, causing a tonal reverberation that echoed through the stone antechamber. Travot could feel the man's pain and hate mentally lash out at him as the other man clutched his wounded arm. A snarl contorted the acolyte's face as Travot drew his own saber and entered a classical Makashi stance, with his right foot leading and pointing towards his foe. Travot gingerly edge forwards the acolyte.

"You..." spat out the man, "you will wish that you never came here..."

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

ANS SPEAR OF THE ALLIANCE​

doc:\\ranger-class star destroyer​

loc:\\space\orbit_of_byss​

Keep the shields up, they said.

It can't be that hard, right?

Well, maybe if they'd stop doing whatever they were doing to drain the shields for five minutes, it wouldn't be! But he was only a droid and not really that knowledgeable about these things. Intensify forward fire power! Reinforce the shields! Re-establish the lateral controls!

There were only so many things a droid could focus on at once.

And only so much power coming off the reactor.

The Cathar simulacrum was working on a power distribution panel that had blown out, trying to get the primaries back on-line for the forward shield generators, when one of the R7 astromechs came wheeling over, chirping in a panic.

"How can the hull integrity be dropping if the shields are still up?" the cub-bot asked, wondering if his language algorithm had processed that statement correctly.

Remotely accessing the current battle damage assessment, the droid could visualize the current situation. Hull integrity along the forecastle was indeed decreasing, but at a steady rate. Not at all like the impact of a blaster or a proton detonation. This was more akin to something eating through the hull plating.

access Damagecntrl
access SecurityProtocol{blast_door}
enable SecurityProtocol{blast_door}[variable=ON]

In the forward part of the ship, the blast doors were closing to maintain a pressurized environment in case of hull integrity compromise. As for just what was eating the ship, that was any droid's guess.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Get to the Citadel
Interacting: [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Veino Garn"], [member="Varex"], [member="Aryn Teth"], [member="Ivlyn Mecetti"], [member="Cato Marek"]

Coren Starchaser was going to press on. They ahd a place to go, and he knew that he had the support of a former Sith. Sure, maybe she was a Sith at one point, but she was trusted by Omai Rhen, and that was all he needed. Starchaser was going to be the Vanguard of the group and make it through, setting up barriers and making it a bit easier for everyone else to move through the ranks. Soon, though, he knew he was going to have to default to Taeli, once they hit the tunnels, she’d be in charge. He looked over his shoulder to his companions, but the face of Omai Ren was right behind him.


Omai Rhen walked through the battleground. “Keep us moving forward. Raaf, Starchaser, I need you to clear the path. Marek. Watch our back.” He kept moving forward, his blue blade batting aside Sithspawn and blaster bolts. Keeping behind Coren, when the moment was right, he would through a Force wave out at the enemies, knocking them back to allow the others to pick them off with ranged Force abilities, or move closer to the foes to knock them out.

He knew that the Pathfinders were ahead, they needed to get to that city. The Jedi could reinforce those positions and help them get a handle on the world. It was just a matter of getting there, another slash, and more distance was made. He looked up to the sky. He could only hope the fleet would be able to get them out in time. But for now? They had to press on.

 

[Lyra Sunfell]

[member="Sol Stazi"] @Pathfidners
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“Go! Go!” Lyra yelled out the back of the corvette as her soldiers ran out and rappeled to the ground. The cables buzzed through the resounding fire. The ship rocked beneath her feet and the woman braces herself against the hull.

“Taking heavy fire, Twilight Actual!” The voice rang from the comm in her ear. “Shields holding for now.”

The last of the soldiers were descending and Lyra swung onto the cable. “Take the ship out of ground fire range. Overwatch and prep the guns for ground support.”

With those words, she flung herself off the edge of the ramp. Wind whipped pat her and hissed past the armor. A rifle was slung around her shoulder and a sidearm holstered at her hips.

Alliance troopers moved away from the LZ, taking cover and clearing the buildings around them. She hit the ground and flexed her knees. Above, the corvette hauled away into the upper atmosphere.

“Dusk One!” Lyra yelled to Sol through comms. “Coordinates of our gunship?”

A building nearby exploded, showering them with debris and broken class.

“Dusk Two! Get your platoon to the rooftops! Secure the perimeter and get some sight-lines. Firebird Actual stationed for CAS.”

More blaster fire ripped through the streets and echoed.

“Get me the position of the Pathfinder units!” She grabbed a comm tech and yanked him down inside a crater in the street. “Get is some cover!”

She pointed to a nearby building that was mostly intact. “Get that cleared! Set up a field hospital!” Two squads picked themselves up from where they had been behind cover. They breached the door and were inside. Lyra unslung the rifle and, crouching, hurried after them.

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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The Base of the Imperial Citadel, The Ruling City, Byss, Beshqek System, The Deep Core​

Allies: [member='Coren Starchaser'], [member='Ivlyn Mecetti'], [member='Varex'], [member='Taeli Raaf'], [member='Cathul Thuku'], [member='Cato Marek'], [member='Armaud Eden'], [member='Trextan Voidstalker'], [member='BB-4001A'], [member='Lyra Sunfell'], [member='Veino Garn'], [member='Sol Stazi'], [member='Esaat Kopos'], [member='Cenn Kothari'], [member='Kyle Farnes'], [member='Travot Ravenna']​

The destruction of the artillery positions had given Aryn and the 26th a reprieve, but barely. The swarm of sithspawn had not been held back long by the rubble of the collapsed buildings, and before long they were upon the defenders en masse. Blaster bolts flew this way and that, teeth and bone gnashed and ground together as blades and blood shifted and scattered through the air on both ends. Aryn could hear the voice in his mind, and over the radio he could hear the fact that reinforcements were coming. He could hear them coming from the distance. Aryn knew that he and the 26th could hold out, but they would still suffer extreme casualties, the majority, if not entirety of the 26th would be killed before their reinforcements could arrive if their defense continued as it was. Aryn figured that there would be some Jedi in the order who accepted such a reality, but he could not.

Cutting down yet another of the sithspawn that had charged him, Aryn sucked in a deep breath as he deactivated his saber. Placing the hilt on his belt, Aryn looked over the battlefield. He could see his allies, his friends, struck down and swarmed by the incoming spawn. As each life was snuffed out he felt it tug at his soul and his heart, and he felt himself draw in the strength of their own souls as they fell. Though their deaths brought no joy to Aryn, he felt each one bolster him, just as the force of the world around him did. Closing his eyes, Aryn focused on the force flowing through byss, on the dark side energies which pulsed and called to him, and he focused upon the same darkness which had forged these Sithspawn in the first place. As he did so, he split his mind, clinging to the light within himself with one half while the other channeled the darkness which began to surge within him.

As the force surged within him, he could as rubble and rock lifted from the ground around him, affected by the aura of power he had now gathered within himself, by the darkness which was projecting an intense and overwhelming flow of energy outward from him. Between Aryn's fingers, sparks of lightning briefly surged, and his hands flew up as another wave of sithspawn drew near. A wave surged out from Aryn, bright and vibrant as it surged forward from the 26th's position and washed over many of the incoming Sithspawn, washing and burning many of them away, leaving little more than ash in its wake as it continued to surge out. As it faded and faltered completely, Aryn dropped to a knee, overwhelmed and exhausted by the power that had just surged through him, not only had he unleashed what was undoubtedly his strongest power in the force, he had tapped into the dark side for the first time.

Yet, Aryn had saved the lives of many of his own men, and given the reinforcements all the time and space they needed to get to the citadel. And surely that was what mattered in the end...

 

[Travot Ravenna]

"I already do," murmured Travot, eying the trickle of blood leak through the acolyte's sleeve.

He slightly flicked his wrist, raising the tip of his blue saber blade to point directly at the other man's chest. Travot edged forward, just entering striking range. At that instant, the acolyte brought his saber blade down in hacking motion to bash his saber blade into the ground. Travot didn't fight the motion, instead stepping backwards to pull their blades out of contact. His blade briefly wavered as Travot moved it back to his original en garde position, but the Sith was already pressing forward, throwing out a broad horizontal slash. Travot flicked his wrist upwards, catching the tip of his opponent's blade halfway down his own with a circular parry. But the other man pressed hard against his blade, causing the blades to sizzle and crackle as they slid up and down the other's blade's shaft. Travot stared into the other man's eyes, feeling the hate swelling up within him. Travot abruptly stopped struggling against the other's blade, and as the other man briefly to halt his press as resistance faded. Taking advantage of the sudden change in rhythm, he quickly smacked the midpoint of his saber's blade into that of his opponent's before lunging forward to drive his tip forward into the man's upper right torso, just superior to where his lanvorak's blades had hit the man. The man howled in pain even as his saber arm went limp as tendons and muscles were severed. The acolyte instinctively teetered backwards, reeling away from the jedi's offensive.

The sith's now deactivated saber tumbled from his grasp and onto the stone floor. Travot stepped back and swiped his free hand to the side, using it telekinetically toss the saber hilt away from their immediate presence. The tarnished cylinder clattered as it hit the floor before it rolled away behind a crate. Shifting to a more balanced Soresu stance, Travot stared into the other's man eyes.

"It's over. Open the door and stand aside."

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Byss Orbit
Objective: Lux Vult
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Ivlyn Mecetti"]
Opposition: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=34o4voL1Lw8​

The Deep Core was a tricky zone to navigate, chock full of hazards like black holes, normally making for one deadly maze during hyperspace transit. However, such obstacles weren't much a problem for Jyoti as she used instinctive astrogation to guide her flotilla of slaved warships from [SIZE=11pt]Kiribi[/SIZE] to Byss. Transit time was greatly reduced by taking advantage of all the black holes present for chaining slingshot maneuvers.

Accounting for the warning provided earlier in Admiral Thuku's hail for reinforcements, Jyoti dropped her ships in high orbit at the far hemisphere opposite to where the beleaguered Alliance warships were positioned.

The Subutai analysis unit of Nightshade poured through various databases to pull up anything on the creatures as it began to formulate strategies for dealing with the hordes, but it found nothing of relevance. It then pinged the Alliance warships in the area, pulling metadata from a shared battle network with Therapy Command collected over the events of battle thus far.

<All Okami will assume a tight diamond formation with Nightshade, Gae Bolg, and Gae Dearg moving to the center. Reconfigure mass driver batteries and warhead launchers to combat those swarms. Starfighters will remain docked, save for a pair of Sowa. One dedicated for AWACs, and the other for scanning Byss.>

With little delay between the Kiribian cyborg crews and ship droid brains, adjustments were swift. It was a good thing, too, as a huge swath of the swarms were already breaking off from their assault against the Alliance ships, beginning to race towards the new threat that was her flotilla. As attention was brought on her ships, Jyoti could feel their collective corrupted aura, a blight of imbalance against the great tapestry of the Force. The whole planet emanated with a similar taint, but these monsters stood out with their single-minded determination to see her ruin.

In a preemptive move, Nightshade directed the flotilla to continuously deploy pulse mass mines ahead of the formation, guiding them into position with tractor beams. In the event of the creatures' attempt at a [SIZE=11pt]microjump[/SIZE], they would be directed right to the point where the flotilla's firepower was the strongest.

By the estimates of Nightshade, it would then take the incoming swarms roughly 15 minutes to reach the flotilla. That would give her some time to coordinate with her Alliance counterparts.

For the first time since her flight from [SIZE=11pt]Kiribi[/SIZE], Jyoti spoke. It was always a funny feeling, transitioning from the near instantaneous data-rich language between cyborgs and machines to basic verbal speech, left with the sensation of lagging.

"Admiral Thuku, it looks like I'll be having company soon, though I imagine that will only help relieve your forces. These creatures have the marks of Sithspawn, sensitive to the Force. Perhaps you could apply your battle meditation skills on the swarms to disrupt any ability to coordinate?"

Task Force Rudolph

1x Pantera-class Stealth Frigate - Nightshade

• 
  1x Sowa Stealth Recon Drone Squadron (4)
  

4x Okami-class Heavy Cruiser - Accalia, Baldorf, Luperca, Vukasin
2x Draken-class Artillery Cruiser - Gae Bolg, Gae Dearg

• 
  2x KF-01B Fencer Kai Droid Starfighter Squadron (48)
  

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Ruling City, advancing towards the Citadel
Objective: Support the advance and Jedi
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Travot Ravenna"] [member="Lyra Sunfell"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Ivlyn Mecetti"] [member="Armaud Eden"] [member="Varex"]
Enemies: Eldaah Aderyn

"They have to be using the old cloning facilities under the Citadel to create the Sithspawn," she yelled, dispatching one of the Ravagers, bolts of green lightning leaving her hand to ignite a Wyvern overhead. Of course they were using the old Spaarti cylinders there, she had told Eldaah to do so when they were setting up this post. Fast and cheap way, and they wouldn't need to ship specimens from the other facilities. "Until we can take those out, they are just going to keep coming. We need to clear an avenue to..."

She trailed off, and she had to fight very hard to hide a smile. A first step had been taken, she could feel it in the undercurrents of the Force, and that first step was always the hardest.

"Cover me a moment," she said. Breathing deeply, green lightning sparking around her, her eyes opened and her arms raised. A great storm of lightning erupted, frying Sithspawn left and right. Directing her arms, she unleashed another storm further down line, clearing a lane for their forces to progress.

"They won't stay away for long, our forward forces at the Citadel are in trouble," she said, breathing heavily. She would need a moment to recover, but now Coren and the Grand Marshal and others could keep pushing.

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Ivlyn Mecetti"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]
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The white plasma beam arced around him and deflected several of the incoming blaster shots, but another one caught him in the armor. Veino grunted at the impact, even as it dissipated through the padding. He took a deep breath and pushed himself forward. Coren and Taeli were already getting ahead with their super special Force abilities. Well, not everyone had those.

“Push forward!” He called back to the soldiers behind him. They surged forward to fill the gap created by the other two. There was some tension between them that he was sensing, although he wasn’t sure why. He’d spent the last long while on Susefvi. Developments in the Alliance had been out of his circles for quite a while.

As the lightning burned a path, Veino ran forward, reaching out with one hand, sent a hailstorm of debris fragments racing forward into the Sithspawn ranks. It was nice to have him around. He was practically a one man suppression team.

 

[Ivlyn Mecetti]

Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Varex"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Lyra Sunfell"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Cenn Kothari"] [member="Kyle Farnes"] [member="Armaud Eden"]
Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]
Starships: 2 Gladius-class Heavy Command Frigates, 2 Essex-class starfighter killers, 2 Watcher-class corvettes, 3 Kalla-class corvettes, 5 Defender-class Light Corvettes
Fighter Variables: 14 Sprite-class fighters, 8 Dauntless-class fighters, split equally into two separate squadrons.

In Orbit

“Launch the rest of the gunships. Have them make a microjump to where the shocktroopers need to be deployed. After deploying the troopers from the air, the gunships are to perform ground assaults.” Captain Alvor called out.

“Coordinate with the Nightshade and Admiral Thuku’s fleet.” Alvor said, rolling his neck, and shifting to the left in his captain’s chair.

On the Ground

“Keep pushing forward!” Ivlyn called out. She could feel the Force, the sensation of all that was happening. The feeling of the Sithspawn, the presence of the Dark Side, the light that flowed throughout the Jedi here, and the empty feelings she was getting from her Force concealed allies in the Mecrosa Order. The inexperienced would find it overwhelming. She could feel that one of her acolytes was already having problems, him being rather new. Hopefully he would be able to fight past the feeling.

Then she felt it, like a wave. It was a wave, really. A wave of darkness coming from... somewhere The Tapani noble clenched her lightfoils a little more tightly, wondering what was being hidden. Maybe no one else would notice. Perhaps someone else would notice, and have the capacity to identify who or what created that wave. She just hoped that this wasn't the prelude to a "boss battle". Those always seemed to be rather difficult. What was it with Dark Siders and creating surprises that were basically just giant monsters?

 

[Armaud Eden]

The owl flew high above them, the flap of its wings were a distant echo tied to the faded and exaggerated shadow. Maud watched quietly as the men distributed to the buildings, leaving him and Trextan to stand in the center of the thoroughfare. Beneath them, a concoction of pavement and broken rubble.

It wasn't bravery that pushed him now. It was unearned confidence, a naive sort of view on life - perhaps he felt that the deal was already struck, he was simply moving through the motions. Some would call him cavalier in his notions and he would likely admit that it was the case.

​"More like acquaintances than anything else..." He stated with a whisper as he closed his eyes, nocking an arrow against the twine and bracing the handle of the bow with his left hand. Minds eye translated to what the Owl would see, a sharp point of view from a brain that had spent all its resources on optics. Drawing back the bow, he angled his aim upward at an 80 degree angle with the ground. "Several spawn are a few blocks down, cutting through the streets. They look to be in search of something."

Letting the arrow loose, he quickly pulled another as the ballistics whistled through the sky at the high angle. As it fell downward, a loud scream echoed from a beast that rushed across the street with a certain intensity.

"You kill it?!?" One of the scarred yelled down from the terrace.

Maud shook his head and drew the arrow back. "Nope. Just made it mad and...maybe blind. Better get that saber ready, Trex..."

He released the arrow straight down the road, just as a Ravager charged out. Piercing the front foreleg, it stumbled and slid into a broken down speeder. Then more came and Maud, in his typical nonchalance, nocked another arrow.

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]​

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Allies: [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Zark"] [member="Cato Marek"] [member="Ivlyn Mecetti"]
Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]

And so another picket corvette was biting the dust, with the venom eating away at its energy torpedo launchers. But the deployment and subsequent detonation of sonic charges caused many of the remaining Menacers to freeze in place, and yet, given how saturated the planet was with the dark side, she couldn't tell whether the Menacers were dead or just paralyzed. Venom was just eating away at other stuff, prompting evacuation of the outermost nonessential areas. They were perhaps making good progress, with the volume of enemy fire steadily decreasing, but the problems have already started occurring in the smaller ships. And yet the timely arrival of one [member="Jyoti Nooran"] was welcomed here, another spot of light in this sea of darkness. Cathul still had to be somewhere, somehow, not too lost in the greater battle. Or in damage control. And the medvac crews could count themselves lucky that the Sithspawn on the ground or in the air didn't target them and instead fought the remaining ground parties, such as the 27th. If push came to shove on the surface, Jyoti could always call for Jessica or another of the Silvers' field armies, she thought.

"Admiral Thuku, it looks like I'll be having company soon, though I imagine that will only help relieve your forces. These creatures have the marks of Sithspawn, sensitive to the Force. Perhaps you could apply your battle meditation skills on the swarms to disrupt any ability to coordinate?"

"Roger, roger"

- BATTLE MEDITATION ACTIVATED -​

With the battle meditation activated in orbit, Cathul would no longer take an active role in commanding the fleet, and simply focus on using the Force for making the orbital crews fight with more effectiveness, while the battle meditation started to disrupt the surviving Menacers' coordination, with the full effects to be seen as they scramble to attack the newcomers, and this new chemical threat being a little different for damage control crews to deal with, compared to the regular stuff such as fires, bulkheads that were tearing apart. Nevertheless, the barrage of turbolaser fire was still pelting punishment in several forms, and the tractor beams were tractoring some dead Menacers into the firing path of those who still lived and who were still attacking the fleets in orbit, hoping to get the carcasses to rot before the acid fire could impact the main fleet. But she had to endure no further disturbances if she wishes for battle meditation to be fully effective, requiring a lot of concentration for that to actually work, and not simply Force-energy, either.

Spoiler: Medvac

ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser)
ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser)

64 M47 Illria ambulances

Spoiler: Escorts

Capital ships:

ANS Recluse (Recusant-X-class light destroyer) heavy shield damage
ANS Seltos (Providence-X-class destroyer/carrier) moderate shield damage
ANS Bulldozer (Felucia-class missile cruiser) heavy shield damage
ANS Impugnment (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier) light hull damage
ANS Frivolous Lawsuit (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate) heavy shield damage
ANS Due Process (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate) heavy shield damage
ANS Evil Rabbit (Krayiss-class escort frigate) moderate hull damage
ANS Money (Krayiss-class escort frigate) moderate hull damage

Attack craft:

4 Spirit-class picket corvettes
9 Mantis heavy bombers (endurance configuration)
83 Chiloon-I fighters
40 Chiloon-II fighters

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Entrance to the tunnels
Interacting: [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Varex"], [member="Aryn Teth"], [member="Veino Garn"], [member="Ivlyn Mecetti"], Omai Rhen

Starchaser was making the moves he could to keep the team going forward. He had Taeli with him and he knew she’d have a trick or two up her sleeve. Smiling at that thought he nodded. He had his own tricks and was always working to expand his own ability in the Force. He was a Sentinel and that meant he was the first into the battle against the dark side. But here, the fight was everywhere. He wasn’t sure which way was up and that chaos was what he needed in battle. It was where he was able to take life by the reigns.

Working side by side with Omai, and reaching out, feeling the Force and calling it to reinforce his own mental fortifcations. Not that he was able to resist most mentalists, but if the dark side came at him? He knew how to push it back, and off to the side. Looking up from his battle, the orange blade slicing down another Sithspawn, he heard Taeli call out.

Rhen looked up and nodded. Pushing the Force out from him, he knocked the Sithspawn back. Falling into the Force, a loud pop filled the immediate area as Coren moved himself from where he was to Taeli’s side. Pushing out with the Force, he reached the group around he and Taeli, holding the spawn in stasis, lightsaber in his hand, but arms out, and head down.

When Taeli launched the assault he withdrew his feelings from the Force, letting himself relax. His lightsaber turned off as he turned, Omai Rhen able to approach. He looked between the pair as well as back to Garn and Mecetti.

“Good work everyone. Tunnels are ahead. Raaf, if you’d do the honors?” Omai Rhen grinned, in that way a hardened soldier would. He looked to the group. “We have a slosh ahead of us. But we need to get in there to help Varex and Teth. And from there? We need to stop the cloning vats. And take out any Sith we find. Keep fighting, and trust in the Light of the Force.” He activated his lightsaber as he stepped up to the tunnels.

 

[Sol Stazi]

Allies: [member="Lyra Sunfell"] | [member="Esaat Kopos"] | [member="Cenn Kothari"] | [member="Kyle Farnes"]
Objective: Secure LZ

Sol had lost two men by the time he reached the ground.

The first had taken a glancing shot halfway down the rope, losing her grip in the process as the Nabooian plummeted the rest of the way down. The second, a young Atrisian, caught a bolt directly in his visor the moment he landed beside the duros officer. He was dead before his body hit the ground. Grunting with exertion, Lieutenant Stazi began hauling the private's corpse along with him, firing his A320 one handed at hip level to provide covering fire for the soldiers beside him dragging their wounded comrade to the relative safety of a nearby building.

Just as they were reached its front doors, the top floors of the structure exploded, having taken a direct hit from a stray artillery round. Sol and his men were blown off their feet by the shockwave, dust and debris showering them in a choking cloud that made it impossible to see more than a few meters in any direction. By the time he had recovered enough to resume dragging the body behind him into a now blown out first floor, intermittent blaster fire was probing once again in their direction, spraying the cloud of rapidly dissipating smoke with inaccurate suppressing fire.

Once Sol had secured his casualty, he sprinted back out to drag the rest of his platoon inside, most of them still deafened by the blast and unable to hear his bellowed commands over battlecomms. Any second now, the dust would settle, and the front of this burning would turn into a killzone. Nearly all of them made it inside, a stumbling corporal that had taken up rearguard caught a series of heavy repeater blasts in the back right on the threshold, before he was dragged inside moaning in pain.

"Dusk One, I repeat," the ringing had quieted enough that Sol could finally hear Captain Sunfell's voice in his ear, "Coordinates of our fallen bird?"

"Last known position," Stazi replied, bringing up a sensor feed on his helmet's heads up display through a series of blink commands, "About five klicks due south southeast of our LZ! Captain, none of these landmarks look familiar from the mission brief. I think we seriously undershot our target drop."

With hand signals, the Twilight lieutenant had ordered his men to set up along the front of the building even as he was speaking with [member="Lyra Sunfell"]. Alliance blaster fire erupted from what was left of the structure's first floor, as first platoon joined the rest of the company in attempting to secure a fortified enemy city bloc.

"Dusk Actual, volunteering to secure the crash site and check for survivors," Sol said grimly. Taking his boys out into this was guaranteed to get some of them killed, but after just a few seconds on the hellscape that was Byss' surface, the lieutenant was more determined than ever to leave no man behind, "The rest of Twilight can link up with the Pathfinders and press on to our main objective."

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Allies: [member="Armaud Eden"] Scarred
Enemies: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/113122-ravager/

Armaud didn't quite seem brave. Instead he felt almost removed from the situation. As if the threat of impending death by claw and fang was of not interest to him. Trextan wasn't sure if this reassuring or concerning. There wasn't much time to consider it further as the horde came on. Horde was maybe an exaggeration when compared to what the GADF were holding off at the Citadel. It was still a wave of beasts that it appeared were swarm and barely slow down for the two young men stood against them.

Trextan held firm. His eyes turned towards two landspeeders, one on either side of the street. They both flipped inwards. The spawn they killed was only a secondary effect; he wanted to narrow the charge. A hail of blaster fire fell upon them. The special forces teams firing far more than their numbers were suggest possible. The Scarred were experts in urban warfare and had placed themselves well. However the hail of bolts took its time to wear them down. The soldiers quickly adapted and focused fire on a few in turn. Each Ravager were slow and stumble, then fall and slow the advance.

One of the creatures leaped up the side of the buildings. Trextan assumed it was going for the shooters. Instead it anchored itself against the wall and turned its spines towards the pair of Jedi. The spines launched out and Trextan raised a hand in surprise. He didn't have the time to catch them all. A telekinetic wave pushed out into the projectiles and scattered them. He yanked the Ravager from the wall. It fell to its back in a shower of masonry.

Twenty metres to the first wave now. Trextan watched for any more pulling the same trick and dropped his weight. He looked for a gap in the line. There wasn't going to be much space to use.