Invasion Welcome to the Jungle! [OS - Republic Invasion of Kashyyyk]

[Reverance]

Welcome to the Jungle!​

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One Sith v.s. The Galactic Republic ​

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Invasion of Kashyyyk​

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OOC Thread​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCa2i8QxmoM​

Blue sky cracked open to reveal a monster...

Kashyyyk, a world of turmoil and peace - a land of undulation. The landscape was far reaching stretches of green swathes and brown trees, the creators less than agile painting of emerald and bark. Where the jungles and forests didn't expand across the terrain like urban sprawl upon Coruscant, the ubiquitous fauna met its end against hard cut ridges of oceans and lakes and rippling head water streams. But none of that matter...not to the Invaders who descended upon the planet like vultures upon exposed wound. And the One Sith forces were hungry.

Planetary invasion forces moved across the world in two directions: One group (Objective 1) cut hard across the forested surface towards Kachirho, in an effort to obtain and secure the monument of Kashyyyk lore. Another group (Objective 2), moved in hungry unison against the established Jedi Stronghold, Yugwaaargh. Destroyed or secured, it mattered little, to these monsters and men so beset in the effort of conquest. Apparently the oceans of Manaan could not quench their thirst.

The Savan Class Carrier carried, within it's belly, a fraction of the elite Organic Guard, a force of Vong that worked merrily beneath the Hand of the Emperor, Reverance. The power and sound of the thrusters were no small thing, the looming shadow cast a grave form across the surface of the planet, well over 2 km's long. But this monster wasn't here for antics, no, it was purely a beast of burden. Soon enough, the monsters within would make themselves known - their fiery fervor towards the One Sith's purpose would leave a charred cinder in their wake. And overhead, one could almost hear the swarms of starfighters, fighting it out in the clutches of space (Objective 3).

Within the metal monster, Gabriel donned the armor of the war-torn with the assistance of two helpers, a minimalists approach to an activity he loved with endearing quality. Upon his person, two lightsabers and an alchemized sith dagger. An armorweave cloak hid the gear and the clothes beneath, giving an almost pauper appeal to a man that would be king. King of Kashyyyk. Words echoed out across the entirety of the hull, bouncing from bulkhead to bulkhead, as he tapped a communications device against his ear.

"Mmmmmm..." He paused and smiled. "Bring this world...Pain." The command was simple, the strategy far from it. But pain was always the ultimate goal.

For the Vong, it was the ultimate glory. They would breath in death and exhale the remnants upon the land. For those who journeyed with Gabriel, they were aware of his inclinations and depravities. The battle was already afoot as the Yorik-trema shot, like pustules from a cancer ridden underbelly, from the Carrier towards the tree. Some were aimed for the trunk, some were aimed for the branches, and some plummeted like rockets to the ground below. As for Gabriel, he collected his gear and made way to drop towards tree and progress towards the stronghold. He was cut from a certain cloth, the sort of cloth that burned and pillaged and destroyed. And he would use what skills he had to bring this place to it's knees.

From the Yorik-trema, his forces would pop from gaping maw. Along the branches extending outward and towards the trees, Vong in standard vondun crab armor equipped with all their goodies like blast bugs, singularity mines, chitin carbines, jelly, amphistaffs/hydrastaffs, and more. Behind them, Yorik-trema would crack open to reveal Alderaan bred Grokata and thrall herders. Along the trunk, lower down the tree, yorik-trema would open up to reveal skittering Alderaan vaghrokka, mounted with unruly Vong. At the base of the tree, Vong would emerge equipped with Ooglith Noxokk bred to appear as wookies and equipped with tizowyrm's to even sound as them. They would quickly get to work at the base of the tree, rounding up lizards. From the ships, Vondun skerr draxus, equipped with Vondunn skerr kraetos, would plunge towards the branches, aiming to provide the vanguard for the forces. Sliviliths would coo out from the skies, seeking the weak links to fling from the stronghold to the surface below. Everything was infested with with worms, wiggly and squiggly worms. But for now, everything was just starting to begin, the crack of thunder that proceeded the lightning.

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Reverances Ground forces complete numbers (slow interjection from aerial drop ships and orbital drops):

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-25,000 Vong total (with all the goodies )
--23,000 Crab Armor
--1,000 Vondun skerr draxus
--1,000 Ooglish Noxokk
-1,000 Vaghrokka
-10 Grokata
-40 Thrall Herders
-40 Sliviliths
-1 Reverance

OOC Notice - PC Template: Please use the following spoilered template when posting, for pcs. It helps other players keep track of who their opponents and allies are as well as their locations. Feel free to deviate from the original template, but be sure to include it in every post. Tip: If you're looking for posts regarding your Objective, press "CTRL+F" and then type in 'Objective: x' to quickly highlight notable posts.

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Terms:

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1. 10 allies each side. ( SWRP Chaos requesting aide rules apply)

2. Two chars allowed per writer. ( Characters belonging to more than one major faction must be fully active in the respective One Sith and Republic Faction during the month of January to be considered part of the faction)

3. Objective Based - Two out of three equals a win.

Ground Objectives

A. Kachiro Tree Home

• The One Sith Objective -- To secure Kachiro for occupation.
• The Republic Objective -- goal is to defend Kachiro from occupation.

If the One Sith deliberately destroy Kachiro in its entirety then it is considered a One Sith loss.

If Kachiro and its bridges are in any way deliberately destroyed by Republic Forces then that is considered a One Sith Victory.

Normal damages incurred during fighting do not apply.


B. The Republic Stronghold

One Sith Objective - Capture and Occupy or Destroy the stronghold (taken by Selena and Ben Watts and used by the jedi as a base of operations during the Dominion of Kashyyk and Trandosha)

Republic Objective - Defend the Stronghold from capture and occupation or destruction. (Please provide a map on set up for this for ease of convenience)


With no draw if the stronghold is destroyed and it still being a One Sith Victory.


C. Atmospheric Starfighter Battle
1 Starship Carrier per side. Fleets are background noise and this will be more focused on star-fighter and atmospheric attack ships.

C. One Sith Objective - Destroy the Republic Starfighter Carrier
Republic Objective - Destroy the One Sith Starfighter Carrier

4. Two week time limit starting from Feb 15th through Feb 28th -- Called on the 28th or one week extension if agreed to by all faction admins.

5. NPC Forces --
One Sith will not bring any large beasts to this invasion. The only sithspawn are likely to be a set amount of Rancor sized beasts. Yuuzhan Vong creatures, NPC's, and field invasion force still applies.

Anyone controlling a force of NPCs/the aforementioned Rancor Sized Beasts be clearly labeled within posts with a unit/group number (as in how many are left), their location, and to tag their opponents.

6. Post headers are required! --
Headers required for each post that denotes Location, Objective, Enemies (with enemy names tagged for ease of everyone), Allies.

7. The Invasion will start with One Sith dropships arriving at the set objective locations.

8. 24 hour reply window for characters engaged with PC enemies.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Location: Shadowlands
Objective: Get Some
Allies: [member="Kira Liadain"]
Enemies: This Damn Armor

Soliael moved through the shadowlands like a graceful Ent. His footsteps were quiet and unencumbered despite the heavy armor he wore, his movements were lithe and graceful and his form seemed to blend with the trees and the plants almost too well. He moved like a man on a mission, his head swiveling about as though he were searching for something here within the shadowlands.

Loud chirps, small roars, and infinitely silent trees surrounded him and the woman hanging off of his arm.

His helmet was already in his arms, his other hand pristinely occupied. His eyes searched out, and then fell onto the woman next to him. “There's never a good place!”

Soliael sounded exasperated, annoyed, but also slightly excited. There was a hint, an edge to his tone that screamed of a need, something that would frantically go coursing through the bond of the ring that lay on his middle finger. Something that would be mixed by a sense of urgency. He kept on seeking, kept on looking.

Once or twice he saw a passing animal, a creature dash to check on what had come into its territory. It would observe them, then quickly fall away. Suddenly, as he followed the path of a tracking beast Soliael spotted something “Aha!”

He quickly exclaimed, picking Kira up in his arms and rushing forward. Then, Suddenly he stopped, his eyes casting back towards the way they had come.

“Kira?” He looked at her inquisitively, asking her if she felt what he did.

 

[Boethiah]

Location: Kashyyyk, Descneding outside of Objective I
Objective: Aid her Sith allies in securing Kachiro.
Allies: TBD
Enemies: TBD

The heartbeat was a sign of life. It raced as they got closer, the Host Lord's milky pale-blue eyes darted about the dropship; it was dark , the shaky noise of the ship's hull trembling as it descended to the jungle world of Kashyyyk. rays of golden light pierced the small slits of glasteel that lined the viewports, highlighting the interior with soft light; rapidly glowing then fading then glowing again. She knelt onto one, finishing the lacing of her armour just around the left boot before picking up her vibroblade that slowly rocked back and forth as the artificial gravity barely kept up with the sudden speed as the world's own gravity field began to expand into the ship. Anja exhaled deeply, her racing heart slowing as pre-battle adrenaline pumped into her veins. It was an exciting moment and there was much merit in the oncoming battle. Standing slowly she turned to the drop door that would wedge itself between the ship and ground like a ramp.

"We've waited long enough...", she said quietly, gripping her blade tightly and meditating on her magic. "I feel a great many things will be revealed today but one thing is certain; until now we were nothing but a rumor, an enemy in the shadows that had no face and few knew our name. After today we will not only be revealed to the galaxy at large, but we will be remembered for what we do here today. Death, pain, destruction, but above all sacrifice. There will be no fear unwarranted by our enemies, let their instincts guide them to a certain death.", her face remained absolutely emotionless as she made her little speech. Perhaps it was just her Umbaran disposition but nonetheless she still managed to throwaway unneeded thoughts. Who would face her? Who would she slay? These were unnecessary to her, it was not about personal gain -- it was about the message. Her Gods were out there and enemies were closing in; those who opposed The Primeval would soon know despair.

The Dropship landed just outside of the objective's effective range, to be sure that no enemy would prematurely attack the ship but of course this meant her travel distance would be increased slightly over that of her allies. One she could not make up so easily but would give her more time to devise a strategy. "Let's begin.", she hummed softly. The landing ramp dropped quickly, revealing a sudden glow as streaks of light escaped the canopies; flocks of birds scattered in the winds. She remained absolutely still, silent, her eyes closed as she drowned out her sight and sound, using other perceptions to view the scene around it. Aside from wildlife and swaying grass there was nothing. No one. Good, she thought to herself, it would be bad enough to have an unnecessary distraction immediately. It also meant her calculated path wasn't wrong -- she wasn't sure if she could rely on their data anyway, not that she mistrusted her allies, but then again she's had numerous surprises since expanding her horizon on the galaxy.

Perhaps it was time to seek allies; that was wiser than seeking an enemy. Only the foolish or daring would ever seek out an opponent before their enemy revealed themselves to them. Anja, the Host Lord, was waiting for just that. The right moment to strike, the right moment to attack and she was to be sure that it was a blow so devastating that her poor enemy would regret facing her in the first place, if they lived to recall the moment. She attempted to reach out and find someone, anyone, who signatured the Dark Side or was in the vicinity of known Sith landing spots. She intended to keep hers most secret except for the commanding officer in-charge of her Objective. Of course, be it they wish to know of their ally's location to begin with. The silence broke and she sprinted out of the dropship, turning sharply at an angle and off into the jungle world and towards Kachiro.

Equipment: Advanced Agent Armour , Vibroblade

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Location: Stronghold Path
Objective: Capture/Destroy
Allies: One Sith [member="Reverance"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Vrag"]
Enemies: Republic/Jedi [member="Sochi Ru"] [member="Kana Truden"]
Music: Ave Maria

The place was not like intelligence had reported, her mind flicking through the reports from Daella who had fought with Selena and their own information... It mattered little while Balaya looked upon it all. Her hands tapping the gun in her hand as she prepared for the fight. Elara had brought the full forces and more toys while she went over all of it speaking. "Ensure the Sorthal is on the way with the invasion force from sector five." The nods and bows that were given were enough for her. The ones who served her knew their job and the plan.

"Begin operations." The zeltron slid the Alchemists Blade into a sheath on her boot with the spiked heel digging into the metal. The sheath on the other side being used to hold a Tehk'la blade while her hands went up. To the spikes on the knees of the armor and the thigh sheaths. The straps holding Rememberance Pistol close to her for its force weaponry, mirroring it was her Holdout Hand Cannon with more ammo within the Bodo Baas Gunbelt that went from her thighs and waist to shoulders giving holsters and sheaths. Her lightsaber with the ever insulting Dark'chyld crystal was there using the pontite she found on the pius dia ship.

The waist holsters securing more tricks and gadgets while Balaya slid the Heretic's End into a holster next to the Multi-weapon that clung to her side. She was gearing up for war after all and set within the clip at the small of her back Hex Grenade's for targeting the wookie's.... The flame thrower would also help with getting them nice and crispy. She kept her hands moving, the rest of her sabers and lightwhips being loaded on clips or hooks of the gunbelt. Her shoulder holsters getting filled with Lazy Eye Edition Merr-Sonn 'Power' 5 and AT-HBP1 "Brotherguard" Heavy Blaster Pistol under the opposite shoulder.

Balaya finished securing the rest of her Armor while the Warden Cloak went over her shoulders covering the alchemically hardened crystasteel. Her hands extending while she secured the taloned hands retracting them into her armor and securing a AT-1 Wrist Slugthrower with a Wrist Caster replacing the datapad on her opposite wrist. The equipment loaded with their shots while her Hydrastaff slithered around her arms and body. The serpents heads hissing in their anticipation. Balaya wasn't done yet but oh there were so many more things one needed.

She brought her hair up into a tight ponytail with loops of Detonation cord keeping the fiery mane of in check. Detonators in the pouches and gunbelt compartments away from it so she could set several explosives on the fly. Balaya finished it by raising the hood and securing a mouth guard, with what looked like a rebreather but was in actuality was a mouth operated blaster bought from the black market upon Balaya becoming a voice. Her hands grabbing the lightwhip gauntlets to use quickly and easily in conjuction with her weapons. Leaving her hands free for gadgets while she went about securing more of them.

She slid into a position quickly replacing the lavenrok an Asherian shield just over the gauntlet. The clippings for the shots and tech there being clamped down and into place. The gunbelts compartments filled with the plug and fire clips for her ammo, spare ammo, grenades and more gadgets. The notable being several multi-detonators's for the sith to utilize, some injector pen's filled with Ixetal Cilona a drug used by sith interrogators in their new tools, she slid two needles into her hair's ponytail.

She kept working it, her equipment and armor while letting the darkness that was the armors presence wash over her. Securing into slips and compartments. Several dart shaped MSW-9 molecular stiletto blades that could be held between her fingers. Three spools of Monofilament wire to provide extra cutting power that would tear into most of the armor they had encountered. Her mind flicking through what they knew from Korriban, Manaan and Dac but also Manaan again, Empress Teta, Coruscant, Alderaan and Zeltros. It brought a small smile to her face with the armors not providing as much protection. She loaded a small compartment with several hyposprayss to induce rage and fear as well as the psychotic behaviors.

She only had room for one more weapon and grabbed it while she walked out of the drop ship. The SRR-01 rifle taking it in her hands while the large and unruly gun became more of a fitting weapons she could use. Balaya looked on as her implants charged up, the Akure Defensive Augmentation Implants prepared for use while the rest of her implants for accessing the datapad linked up to the frequency to detonate the cord when she needed it. Her purple eyes zooming in and focused on what she could find.

"Time to have a little fun." Balaya was moving forward now, taking in the sights of them as she looked to the commander of her special units. The Werda Prudii who stood in Their armor while OS-ATT's were dropped off to make the pathway towards the city. Their thick armored carriers loaded with more soldiers and speeders for tearing into the wookiee's as well as the flame throwers for razing the forest.

"Lord [member="Reverance"], we are ready to begin." She turned to look at them, her soldiers while speaking and taking in the Prudii. "Take positions and fire bows, explosive hears and aim for their weapons, provide cover while Elara and the others go after their task." The group gave a nod of their heads in acknowledgement while moving out. Their hunter's bows from the gruag a great treat for firing from a distance. Elara stood with them, her special rider's and the one was in her armor.

"You will go and find the blade, search for it, kill everything that gets in your way and ensure our ultimate goal is ready." The five gave a bow of their heads before moving off. Their mission taking them in the opposite direction while they got on speeders to head down. The Sluagh mobilized with their armor ready. Incinerator units and rifles armed. She had more soldiers prepared, more beasts to bring but there was so much more to plan.

"Rider's move out." The sound of the Grey Rider's while they were moving with their Walkers moving came. The diverse group of soldiers displaying each of sector fives tastes as it were. She herself more looking towards the small line of Tartoros walkers that were moving behind the transports. Additional fire and support to compliments the sithspawn, vongspawn and things they had.

She lumbered forward not making haste but letting the energy build, her control and power focused more on preparing the magics that might be needed and searching out who could be there rather then increasing her speed and meeting the battle head on. The growls of the Graug while they marched with the Massassi among the lines of troopers. The Asherian Sentinel moving overhead as they hovered there coming down with four around Balaya. Her familiar perched on her shoulder while she let one of the apprentices bring a Golden Ropo that was asleep.

She looked towards the skies more focused on some of her other things. The Sector Five elite were with the battle lord preparing, AAA Armor for dropping from the air with Vong in Vonduun Skerr Draxus for the situation. They were going to drop in and give the field troopers the augment and boost from the battlelord being on the field. Her soldiers knowing what they needed to do before it came and the vong soldiers bringing their Amphistaff, Blorash Jelly and Chitin Carbine.

They also had their bugs as needed and would be able to march with the elite force Reverance had brought from Manaan. Who helped sink the city, Kaine's Blackblades were here and widescale slaughter would be ideal. "All Sector Five forces move in and back up as needed the others." Now a smile curled her lips under the mack while raising the hood of the cloak to obscure her face. She let the darkside permeate throughout her body and push outward slowly crawling over her men and bolstering them as a warlord.

Her mind racing, her heart was steady for now but she was planning for the thick of the fight against the jedi. She directed her hand pointing for more of the vong as she spoke to the commander with them. "Use the Vaghrokka to scale the walls and tree's. Bring the Rakamat into position and begin long range fire on them. Prevent bottlenecks and choke points on the pathways up there. Have soldiers scouring for explosives and ensure the branches stay at least for now. Let the Vagh Rodiek loose to hunt with Voxxyn to back it up in hunting the jedi."

She let the smile remain on her face though from under the cloak. "Get the Grokata into position and have them start spitting Seelie into the walls." The corrupted flesh sasks were many things but disposable was most important and the Caries mist they carried inside would create a first attack for those on the wall and in the stronghold. The vongbeasts able to spit them high up and spread darkside waters all over. She continued to look at him. "Have Implanter's ready to control with the coral while Slivilith move about to buzz them from the air."

She wasn't done yet as her ground commander approached. The one from sector five standing tall in her green armor. "My Voice, we have moved your Unseelie pets into positions. The Battlelord is reporting their ability to stack and fortify a darkside nexus over an area is proceeding as planned. We have loaded them into an AT-AT transport and created a primitive version of what the mandalorians employed on Coruscant and Empress Teta. 200 corrupted force nexuses stacking to cover the area for your forces to be strengthened."

Balaya gave a bow of her head to that and those numbers. Fighting the mandalorians had taught them much more but those braals that had brought were quite a sight with force negations. So why not make their own using sithspawn who did the opposite reinforcing and stacking each others bubble of darkside energies to cover entire battlefields. "Very good commander, have all forces ready to handle the problems that come next. We do not want to allow the Republic a chance to think on their mistake."

She had made sure much like with [member="Reverance"] they would have plenty of reinforcements. There wasn't much danger when you have a ship designed to drop off tens of thousands of troopers for invading a planet. With what he would be able to bring in his carrier and her in her own... Well all that was left would be to see to the others. [member="Darth Vornskr"] and [member="Matsu Xiangu"] bringing their forces. She checked the information for the Kree Class and while it might not be able to fight or come and aid them, those quarantine bigle drop pods would serve a very nice purpose while they were carrying patients infected with the Vongspawn virus similar to the Gila Stomach for soldiers.

They would be able to vongform the planet while handling the situation at least which brought a larger smile to her face as she was moving down the large branch. Still a distance away from the stronghold, still letting her energies gather but now reching to find the jedi she was familiar with. She would tear into them and allow the ritual to begin. That was Elara's goal as well as the others deep in the shadowslands, that was what the prists and ones prepared to tackle real danger's would be facing. She just had a box of metal and had given orders for freshly carved out hearts.

She kept going now, more reports coming in and information from their soldiers, more relaied information on the defenses ahead with the walls. "Finish unloading the walkers and have incineration units more out, find debris and Republic soldiers and make sure they are extra crispy. When in range snipers will begin engaging the gunners and going for the shooters. I want the speeders ready to boost of the walls as quickly as possible." She had some more plans and one of the better ways to go through these walls was over. With a ramp and booster in a scout speeder plus pilots dropping thermal detonators as they went over.

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Balaya gears for, organizes sector five forces and sets plans in motion.

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Location: Stronghold bridge
Controller: Darth Praelior
Forces:

• 5000 Graug - Marching
• 5000 Massassi - Marching
• 5000 Vong - Marching
• 40 Werda Prudii - Getting into position
• 10,000 Sluagh - Marching
• 4 AT-FAT Walkers - Marching
• 12 Tartoros Walkers - Marching
• 16 Asherian Sentinel - Bodyguarding
• 5x OS-ATT -Moving towards stronghold
• 5x Grey Rider' - Marching
• 1,000 Vong - Dropping
• 1,000 Sluagh - Dropping
• 4 Battle Lords - Marching
• 1 Battle Lord - Dropping
• 1 Golden Ropo - Asleep
• 600 Vaghrokka - Under branches
• 12 Rakamat - Marching
• 400 Vagh Rodiek - Scouting
• 200 Voxxyn - Hunting
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  10x Grokata - Moving into position
  
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  400 Seelie - In Grokata stomachs
  
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  50 Implanter - In transit
  
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  4 Slivilith - Flying
  
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  1,200 Unseelie - in transports creating darkside nexus over battlefield
  
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  30x AT-HK - Marching
  
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  2x AT-AW - Marching
  
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  100 IC-S10 - On transports
  
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  10x Incineration Units - Scorching debris
  

Objective: Capture/Destroy Stronghold
Opponents:

The forces were on the move now, no need to rush and try to breach the walls within the first five minutes. They had the advantage of getting down there quickly and deep. They had the advantage of few seeing their forces coming as well as several of the massive invasion carriers that could land on planets. With bays able to hold massive beasts up to two kilometers in size, thankfully they hadn't brought those but they did have the new advantage on these jedi and republic soldiers. Some of the more advanced and heavily armed creations of Titan industries. The bulk of which followed between the massive transports using its large wheels to steamroll over debris in the way. What might rock it getting crushed under foot of the massive walkers, the footfalls of graug soldiers.

Overhead the screeches of flying beasts came while the turtle things moved to get into position and spit explosive sithspawn at the enemy. The Prudii were moving carefully, their bows able to fire a good distance as the explosive tips could pierce a graug. It was all going according to plan as far as they knew with mounted vong and sith moving faster up to scout or deter traps. They had surprise on their side... they had time on their side and the maroon clad hunters were taking full advantage of it while getting into positions so they could watch the treeline for traps and scouts.

Location: Shadowlands
Controller: Darth Praelior
Forces:

• Elara
• Xalia
• Mera
• Susan
• Alex

Objective: Searching Shadowlands
Opponents:

The goal was simple, the forces were moving on the stronghold and their goal was more percise. While a deathsquad and apprentice would prove most useful for tearing into the wookiee's and Republic they had a better job to do... More liberating as Elara gunned the speeder going forward over a fallen branch or was it a roots she couldn't tel The shadowlands lived up to their name while she was moving with the others. "Come on we'll fin it and return to the master." They just needed the time to handle the situation while she felt more dangers coming ahead.

They continued to move, continued to search on the speeders while Elara was relaying the information to her master. She would not fail and who knew perhaps the Republic had left more things unattended as they did on Manaan. Those Titan's were proving a nice addition to the One Sith's force. She slashed the The Faithful's Blade into a tach while moving down the path that had formed. Her Oracle's Armor gleaming when light from the speeders hit it, the tri-stunner secured on her hip before Elara spoke. "Xalia move forward and pick up a trail where you can." The confirmation beep came in her helmet while Elara moved her hand to slid the blade back into her back sheath.

 

[Kira Talith]

Location: Shadowlands
Objective: Get Some ---> I feel a disturbance in the Force!!!
Allies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"]
Enemies: This Damn Armor

Giggles would wane as the tiny blonde held within Soliael's arms would give a pause. The slight kicking of legs and rush of excitement of what was to come would slow as Kira Liadain would swivel her head towards where they came.

Nothing but the sound of the woods and the stir of animals could be heard -- besides the thundering of her heart and the urgent need pulsing from their bond -- but what had drawn an inquisitive look upon Sol also would stir her.

A dark forbearing.

Her smile would fade, fingers lightly thrumming upon the armor that lay over Sol's shoulder. The slight dribble would lightly perk her ears, but she was searching beyond that.

What was that?

"Hmm." her frown deepened, and she lightly rapped upon his shoulder again in a silent request for him to put her down.

"What is it?" she'd ask, trying to search beyond that through the Force.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Location: Shadowlands
Objective: Mope
Allies: @Kira Liadian
Enemies: Stupid Sith.

Soliael suddenly looked very annoyed.

His muscles flexed beneath his armor, and his arms held Kira tighter against him. He couldn't feel her through the armor, but the armorweave cloak that hung off of one of his shoulders was half wrapped around her, almost like a blanket, due to how fast he had turned around. He frowned slightly, shifting and taking a few steps back from the small bed-like alcove that he had approached

The former God looked up.

It was a pointless exercise of course. There was no looking through the canopy of Kashyyyk. The worshyyr trees stretched up for kilometers into the sky and down here in the Shadowlands it was utterly impossible to see through them.

Yet Soliael wasn't trying to look.

His senses stretched out towards the skies of Kashyyyk, towards the creatures that lived within the trees and the living things that permeated this world. He reached out, trying to feel and gauge the planet itself. Soliael felt but one thing.

Panic.

His eyes suddenly snapped open, bright orange specked with black flecks looking at Kira. There was a powerful sense of annoyance running through him, annoyance, and a slight hint of depression. “They're here.”

His face comically drooped, knowing what this would mean for him.

 

[Darth Arcis]

The void and the flame...​

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They consumed him. The dark shadows of the void stirred a pit in the bottom of his frame, an emptiness that knew nothing but absolute hunger and a craving for all that is as pitch black as its very existence. Yet the flame stood strong in the midst of it, burning bright with the hearts of courage of millions of men and women who stood not only for freedom, but the survival of themselves and their children. One single hand, grey as steel, stoked that flame and tore through the darkness with unsettling delight. It was neither of the natural beings yet conformed to both in such a way that its presence was warmly accepted.

"Do you feel me, brothers?"​

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It spoke with graceful, passionate fervor to both the void and the spark of embers. The flames grew brighter and stretched towards the hand, warming its blood and turning the fingers a golden brown. The void tore at the end of it, consuming it with an icy coldness that even the emptiness of space couldn't compare to it. It froze in place and the shadow seeped into the pores and veins, a grey heart pumping nothingness through a steel grey form. Yet every time the void made an advance - the flame was right there to counter it and stave off its every approach towards total domination.

Balance was key, and the guiding hand of that balance was Dranok Lussk. Failed father, former Emperor, lifelong companion of both sides in his venture towards the life after this one. Ascending past this mortal plane of existence was work that required nothing more than a lifetime of study and becoming one with the Force.

"I can read your hearts. You are cold. Lend me your strength, lend me your souls, and I shall warm you with victory. I will be your guiding light, I will be that dark overcast. I will be your Alpha and your Omega."​

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His lowly servants and warriors scurried to and fro. He felt their hurried mannerisms to prepare for their own ascent into the next plane of existence - their fear of death and its cause yet hope burned in their souls for victory and the long lasting strength of their children. They would not fail.

"I will not fail you. You shall be eternal, all of you."​

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A pause.​

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"I hear you."​

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NPC Fleet stuff, Obj 3.

Spoiler

Location: High Orbit, Kashyyyk

Spoiler

Controller: Darth Arcis/Dranok Lussk
Forces:

• Skarr-Ro'ik Carrier Analog (1) - Replacement of ground warfare equipment for Taral and Galaxy craft.
  ​Coralskippers (120)
• Taral-class Starfighters (40)
• Galaxy-class Bombers (20)
• Yorik-Trema (24)

Objective: 3 - Eliminate enemy carrier
Opponents: None, yet.

 

[Kira Talith]

Location: Shadowlands
Objective: Get irked!
Allies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"]
Enemies: The Sith

Kira was always a very expressive woman. Being a Lorrdian had that knack of an ability that allowed her to communicate somatic-ally her thoughts and emotions. Right now, it was a rather comical spectrum to see. There was the waning excitement from earlier, alarm, frustration, and then finally concern.

Her hands would tighten upon Sol's helm she held. Confusion would be in her voice. While he had said it cryptically, there was no denying that dark forbearance that also would thrum within the Force, crying a warning.

The wave of panic was enough to blanch her face.

"Here? Kashyyyk?" she felt a knot grow in her throat. That didn't make sense. At all. For the Jedi Master, she had barely come back to the Jedi Order after her kidnapping and torture. The empire of the One Sith was the one thing that brought her with all due haste back to the Jedi Order. She knew that she'd have to face them eventually, but here? Now?

This was unexpected.

Soliael would see when Kira made her decision. One that perhaps would draw a confirmation towards his slight depression and fan his annoyance. Her jaw would tighten, determination and purpose settling over her face. A darkening flash in her eyes under that fringe of blonde bangs that meant only one thing.

They were going back.

 

[Kana Truden]

Location: Objective B - Republic Stronghold
Objective: Get Armor
Allies: [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] (Motioning to)
Enemies: [member="Reverance"] (soon™)

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Kashyyyk -- the planet that begged that one question. The one nobody truly had no answer to. The most questioned question of questions.

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Now, some would argue that a woodchuck would chuck no amount of wood because a woodchuck can’t chuck wood. But if a woodchuck could chuck wood, and a woodchuck would chuck wood, how much wood would a woodchuck ch-...

Her line of thought was broken by an overwhelmingly bad feeling. Even if bad feelings had become a regular feeling to be had as a jedi this one was familiar from only one prior occasion. Manaan. [member="Reverance"] and the broken limbs. She hadn’t been prepared that day but being taken by surprise had a way of putting things into perspective, to make you cautious.

The Lumen Armor was still in the ship. She had to go get it. Eyes shot out at [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] with a look of determination and a nod of affirmation. The sith were here and they both knew it.

Without uttering a word she hurriedly made way for the ship.

There was no time to conceal it. Piece for piece found it’s place on top of her jumpsuit as strap for strap tightened it’s protective embrace. There was no way in hell she would let that man break her arms as easily as he had before. No way in hell that she would let him cut her shoulder like that and especially no way in hell that she would be as easily defeated this time.

She placed herself in the courtyard.

A woodchuck would chuck no amount of wood, because a woodchuck can’t chuck wood.

 

[Shinju]

Location: On Approach
Objective: Capture Bridge
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Jedi [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Veino Garn "]

"Such a poor dear." The warm feeling coming from her heart was enough to let SHinju look up at the four robed figures. They had come with her for one reasons... they followed her like puppy dogs eveywhere... and because they would do as needed. Allowing the deaths and destruction to come to this world quicker with their special brand of crazy. She was still clutching the pumping organi in her hand close to her chest while the wookiee gasped. Her fur matted with dried caked blood. The Scylla Sith Sword back on Shinju's back while its teeth weren't spinning. Chunks of flesh clinging to it.

"Come now don't think that, your death serves a purpose... I hunger and you are cattle. I'll eat you and revitalize myself, you'll become one with the dirt. All part of the great circle or some such poodoo you believe in right?" She said it but had a grin on her face the entire time about it while rising up and tearing at the small parts connecting it. Shinju let the Dragonskin Shipsuit be covered in some of the blood. She had come here with some gear but not all the toys... still plenty thanks to Rave and her skills. Shinju twisted the Ring of Aza'zoth on her finger while walking with her lightsaber on her hip.

The shard crying out in pain and the Banshee's Wail crystal inside, her second saber on her forearm as she checked the Bodo Baas Gunbelt with her sheaths blades and guns. From a thigh and waist holster for the CZ-833 Net Launcher and REDS guns to her Splinter Knives and pouches of pelko barbs. She had her sith sword on her back and twin Derriphan's at the small of her back while a small bandoleer of Q Micro Turret's were ready for use. She could feel the weight of it all but only needed one more toy to go with her armor as she was walking and Splinter Knives in a strap on her thigh.

The Mother-of-Pearl Hairsticks in her ponytail good enough for her to use as a last resort weapon if she needed it. Shimmering blue energy caressing her skin as she felt for anything to go into that pit of her being, her hunger pulling at emotions, at the pain and anger, at the death the sith would be causing across the world. She would eat it all as her eyes tingled from excess. The heart she was clenching coming up to her mouth as she opened her mouth curling the lips back to expose sharpened incisors and gleaming white teeth. Shinju bit down on her trail mix before moving forward letting the first soldier who approached her fee the push while his neck snapped back of the Defensive Augmentation Implants.

Location: Forest
Controller: Lady Exedō
Forces:
The Devouers
Objective: Capture village
Opponents:

The Devourers moved, their brand of insanity and crazy no suited for direct combat but they could move quickly,, they were savage and ripping aprt what they came across. The black robes covered in wet gore more while they still maintained a circle around their master keeping the scouts from reporting back if the sith were approaching.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Location: Shadowlands
Objective: Mope
Allies: [member="Kira Liadain"]
Enemies: Stupid Sith.

Soliael let out a loud sight of exasperation, his face turning down slightly, looking at his own helmet. He began to grumble quietly under his breath, his eyes shifting.

He kicked a rock.

The small piece of earth went flying, shooting through the air and striking a tree. It bounced off and jumped to another nearby tree, bouncing again and repeating this process two or three more times before eventually falling to the earth. Soliael simply slumped, turning around and beginning to walk down the path that they had come from.

“Stupid Sith.” He grumbled under his breath.

Of course the Sith had to show up now, of course they had to invade now, of course Kira had to be here to press him into fighting. Of course this was all orchestrated by the force who for some odd reason really enjoyed screwing him over. “Stupid force.”

Soliael grumbled as he trotted on the path.

“Hold on tight.” Soliael said audibly this time, the force gathering within him.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Dropship, descending nearish Yagwaaargh
OBJECTIVE: B, take the stronghold
ALLIES: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Praelior"] | [member="Xenia Nastassia "] | [member="Cryax Bane"]
ENEMIES: No, YOU'RE stupid! @Republic
THEME:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SZbXD8tE3w

Matsu craved whatever lay outside the walls of the dropship more than she could say. Her last outing to conquer had ended in silence, perhaps the same pressing totality that had befallen the woman that had taken her arm (the only two things they share, silence and a scar). The roar of the ship’s engines, the rumble as it entered Kashyyyk space and flew through currents towards the surface and battled anti-aircraft fire from the early response of the forces below made her blood rush faster, her heart pound in her ears with excitement. It was so soon – but perhaps not soon enough for the Final Beast.

She stood along the wall of the dropship with her fingers – new fingers, their movement finally smooth and easy after practice with the new cybernetics – laced through a handle hanging from the ceiling. Tianzun hung in its scabbard at her side, a pair of Mohc-knives slung at her other hip. She would have been carrying her armor-piercing Talgar’Kal had she not lodged it so deeply within Aaralyn Rekali’s ribs it had been irretrievable. As usual she had forgone traditional armor, instead opting for a dark combat suit that would offer little in the way of protection from blasterfire or a lightsaber but would allow her to retain her speed and flexibility.

Some of their team accompanied them on the dropship including a pair of slicers, a woman Matsu was familiar with and a Chiss man she was not. She was more than a little pleased to see Vrag as well, a woman that had been invaluable on Manaan and would undoubtedly prove a force here as well. She was sensing around the minds of those close to her when she heard the hum of Gabriel’s voice, a relish in his tone that had her pushing from the wall, cracking her neck and rolling her shoulders before the dropship doors opened on a wall of noise: screaming, blaster fire, wookiees roaring in indignation as Vong poured out and loped along tree branches.

It felt good.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Location: Dropship, descending nearish Yagwaaargh
Objective: B, take the stronghold
Allies: [member="Reverance"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Xenia Nastassia "] [member="Vrag"]
Enemies: Republic Scum

NPCs:
Location: Dropship, descending nearish Yagwaaargh
Controller: Cryax Bane
NPCs: Mirari bodyguard Droids [4]
Objective: Objective B
Opponents: None at the moment
Theme:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cx2lJIOTBjs

A military alliance treaty signed in his own black scrawl wasn’t the only reason that Cryax Bane, Chiss President of the Red Ravens Criminal Syndicate stood on the bridge corridor of the dropship that had descended from the Sith controlled Seven Class Carrier in space over the Wookiee homeland of Kashyyyk. He himself had personal reasons to be on the dropship that would take he and his team dirtside in aid of the One Sith on their attack on the Republic stronghold of Yagwaaargh.

Underneath his clothing, ancient and profane Sith runes covered a good portion of his body. The scarification had been blackened deeply into his blue flesh, like stygian inscriptions on stone, the cryptic symbols covering every inch of his skin except for his cybernetic legs. The handsome face of the Chiss also was left unmarred except for almost imperceptible scars left by needle marks where his lips had been sewn shut. These gifts were left by none other than the Sith leader [member="Darth Vornskr"] the Voice of the Dark Lord who was using the Red Ravens leader as a thrall to help him carry out own depraved plans for the galaxy.

Not only had Bane's body been tarnished, but his will also belonged to Kaine Zambrano. First, Vornskr had removed the Yorik-Kul which tied him to Zambrano’s other puppet, the Yuuzhan Vong demon, Dredge. The removal of the surge coral was an extremely risky surgery that called for the Chiss to be killed, snuffed out, dead as a doornail, for a few minutes, while his soul was tethered to the earth. Once the device was extracted, the Chiss’s body was then reinvigorated with life, like an unholy monster brought back from the edge of chaos. The return of a Force signature to a mind that had been made barren allowed Vornskr to control the crime lord’s mind with the same dark Sith magick as Cryax’s body. Bane maintained his personality, but his will was made to serve the bearded Sith lord with the devotion of a faithful vassal.

In order to slice efficiently, Cryax needed to travel lightly, so bulky armor wouldn’t do. Instead, the Chiss wore a Sinner Men's Blaster Suit. The Chiss had a few measures of lethal protection on him, such as his CZ-836 Assault Rifle, Nightbrother Fighting Knife, a few thermal detonators, and four Mirari bodyguard droids. However, the best protection that Bane had came in the form of a dark Force user named [member="Keira Ticon"], one of his most trusted allies and bodyguard for this mission.

Waiting patiently for their descent, Cryax’s glowing eyes seemed to be trained on the Sith’s preparation of the drop ships, but behind those red alien orbs, the Chiss was light years away. He was ruminating on the recent murder of his good friend Lysle Rigger, his former boss and the man who gave him his first big break in the infamous Antecedent crime syndicate. His personal vendetta to avenge Rigger's death had spread outwards, tentacles of bloodlust reaching out like a homing missle, targeting everyone and anyone who would stand in his way as he sewed the seeds of destruction, not only in the name of his new dark Master Darth Vornskr, but also in his own name. Whether a puppet to a dark lord or a willfull power-grabbing malcontent with bloodlust in his veins, he vowed to be a Bane on the entire galaxy until he took his last dying breath.

 

[Kira Talith]

Location: Shadowlands
Objective: Kiss for good luck!
Allies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"]
Enemies: The Stupid Smelly Sith!

She heard the grumbles under his breath, and despite the pressing threat of what was to come, Kira couldn't help but smile as she felt him kick that rock. She held on tight, just as he asked, feeling the Force churn and funnel around him.

"Hey," one hand came up, cupping his bearded cheek, drawing his face down to look at her. She would draw her face up, gently stroking her thumb against his cheek. Her other hand held his helm tightly.

"I love you." she'd say quietly, just before her lips would lock upon his. If anything, whatever would come, she wanted him to know that. Hear it. She knew that this wasn't his fight. He didn't have to come with her. She wouldn't ask.

This was her fight.

 

[Vrag]

LOCATION: Stronghold walkway
OBJECTIVE: B
ALLIES: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Praelior"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Cryax Bane"]
ENEMIES: The Republic | No one specific as of yet

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There was certainly something to be said about the drive of the One Sith, that was for sure. A third invasion in almost as many months most definitely showed a certain amount of dedication to their cause.

Practice makes perfect, right?

Vrag certainly thought so, and apparently the Dark Lord agreed, for the ships that blackened the skies of Kashyyyk could mean only one thing; destruction. It wasn’t her favorite pastime, that much was certain, but it made for an awfully good method of venting some pent-up frustration. And that was something Vrag would be more than happy to dump on the unsuspecting — and probably largely innocent, for that matter — victims below.

Oh, well. Pity.

Her whole body was thrumming with anticipation, and for a moment she let herself go in the torrent of Vong that poured into one of the dropships; it was a peculiar kind of ectasy, to let yourself be part of a swarm of death. Not one quite suited to her tastes, however, and by the time they came screeching into the planet’s atmosphere, Vrag was as focused as one could be right before the storm hit full-force. Blue eyes swept over the hold for one last time, counting the faces of those who she would deem her allies; a massive, one-eyed man with a chip on his shoulder and Lady Iron Fist — Iron Fists, actually — both of them intimidating fighters in their own right.

It was of little reassurance, for in battle there were no certainties, but it brought a grin on her face nonetheless, and when the doors opened up to reveal a slaughter well underway, the Sith set foot on the doomed world with glee rather than dread.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Location: Shadowlands
Objective: Mope
Allies: [member="Kira Liadain"]
Enemies: Stupid Sith.

“Loveyoutoo.” He grumbled like a petulant child as she left his lips.

His foot steps carried them towards a section of the trees off the path. He was no longer walking with the same subtle grace, instead he had taken the stance of a predator. A killer hunting for prey. His gait was strong and fast, his body language spoke of intent and his eyes were slowly becoming more and more focused.

Soliael moved, the force gathering around them, tightening in an ever spinning bubble.

He had no lost love for the One Sith, but no great dislike either.

In truth he thought of them as he did many Jedi, as fools blindly following a path that was set out for them. He didn't respect them, but he didn't hate them either. They were a part of the nature of the galaxy, and he could not fault them for using the Darkside of the force, he understood well its callings.

Of course, all that didn't mean he wouldn't kill them.

With a straightening of his back, Soliael stretched himself to his full height and took another step forward into a dark Alcove within the shadowlands. A slight warping and a shift occurred in that very second.

 

[Bubák]

Location: Kachirho, City Hall
Objective: A: defend Kachirho from occupation
Allies: Republic
Enemies: OS, [member="Midas Âzanroil"]

That day was finally here. As unfortunate as it were, the aggression of the Sith interrupted Elizie’s Jedi training in the safe confines of the Jedi Temple and forced her to play her part in defending the Republic and its citizens. Despite not being entirely ready to face the Sith, she placed her faith in the Force, letting go of emotions that might cloud her judgement.

All that remained was the Light Side soothing her body and reinforcing her trust in the Jedi Code and tenets, shielding her mind from the corrupting influence of the Dark Side. Whatever happened today, she would not fall like so many of her brothers and sisters before her. She was a Jedi, a defender of peace and justice, she’d serve the Republic and its people and even die if necessary. The strong devotion to the Jedi principles would save her from being turned against her comrades.

Dressed in the Jedi Shadow armor, the Arkanian found herself slightly limited by its weight, though this disadvantage was offset by the solid protection it offered. Sitting cross-legged near the center of Kachirho, the city hall, the noble silently recited the Jedi Code, hoping to find solace in the words before the battle inevitably erupted and drowned this peaceful and quiet place in death and pain.

Her milky white eyes opened as she snapped out of the meditation upon feeling a disturbance in the Force; the arrival of the One Sith forces, no doubt. Looking towards the rays of sun that occasionally penetrated the lush crowns of massive trees as if she hoped to see the Sith fleet, the young Padawan pushed all doubt out of her mind and her lips repeated the Jedi Code one last time before she deeply exhaled and stood up. Elizie’s right hand moved towards the lightsaber hanging on her belt and she unclipped it, firmly grasping the hilt in her fingers, not igniting the weapon yet.

The Arkanian Padawan’s thoughts briefly shifted to her Master, [member="Kian Karr"], silently wishing him good luck through the Force. This battle would be a test of her devotion and faith; Elizie intended to stay true to the Code, whether the Sith forces burned this world to ashes or not.

 

[Yurzhoc Shai]

Location: Space, the final frontier
Objective: Do some dog fighting maybe
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Anyone else
Theme:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-6QknAOsVo​

"No Stebbles, NO!" He cursed in his native Vong language as a hand ripped out, punching at one of the five heads of the hydrastaff. Ever since some altercation on Alderaan, this single head couldn't seem to get along with the Marvain, a quite handsome and hulking yorik-et, perfect to fit the brute size of the subaltern Yurzhoc Shai. He laughed as he rubbed the heads of hydrastaff and gave kissy faces to his beloved weapon, whispers of harm and destruction to come. "You get along, much annihilation to see this day! Haha!"

With a hiss and black gaze turned to the darkness of space, he slipped into the Tall-Yor, a comfortable fit, becoming one with his yorik-et. He wasn't a pilot anymore, but a brain within the coral skipper, wielding the weapon as if it was merely an extension of his body. He checked the weaponry and revealed sharpened teeth behind a split lip smile. "Dovin Basals, check! Yaret-kor, check! Rock spitters, check!" A brown arm extended out from his body, now merged with the coral skipper, as Hoc caressed the interior. "That's a good Marvain! You hungry? We'll get you something to eat!"

The ship began sucking in debris, feeding the beast and refueling what ammunition and fuel was depleted. As such, the Yorik-et descended into the ranks, another starfighter in the amalgamation that was the vong based starfighter legion.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Objective: 2 - Kill, crush, destroy.
Allies: [member="Reverance"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Cryax Bane"], [member="Darth Praelior"] (OS God Squad)
Foes: The Republic, Bipedal Bathroom Mats
Location: In the skies
Now Playing: Through The Fire And Flames - DragonForce

"Look at that, Rhaegos. See it, boy?" Mordecai nearly cooed at the dragon, "All of those great trees, all of those very flammable Wookies, and all of that glory. It's ours for the taking."

The dragon beneath his saddle writhed with delight, twirling his tail in the wind as gusts snapped across his hide and his rider's armor. Rhaegos growled something that appeared to be a question - but Mordecai already knew what it was.

He shrugged. "I dunno, man. If you feel like picking out hair from your teeth, be my guest. But I am not cleaning up after your mess. You're a big boy." The Arkanian dragon gave another groan, much like a teenage boy being told that his girlfriend was too hairy. Mordecai shivered at the frightening thought and thanked whatever God there was that Carly was clean shaven.

"Well," he started, clicking his tongue, "You can have one - or two. But that's all I'm okay with."

Rhaegos chortled with glee and performed one of his galaxy famous barrel rolls, flinging his weight around so hastily that the Dragon Lord nearly lost his grip and plummeted to his death. When the dragon righted himself, Mordecai was placid.

"Nice."

The beast snickered and eyed the darkness in the sky, the thousands of shock troopers and their ground-pounding little cousins. He turned in that direction with a whopping flap of his wings, intending to link up with the vanguard and make sure that they cleared the beach before the rest of the infantry might came in.

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Location: Descending Upon Objective A
Objective: Assist in Defense of the City
Allies: Jedi/Republic
Enemies: One Sith

It was easy for the Harrow to slip through unnoticed. The ship was unregistered to any particular galactic organization, and searching through records would only indicate that it was privately owned by the victim of a tragic accident many years ago on Coruscant. Meric had yet to truly make his presence known to the galaxy, but that was all about to change. The Executor Prime of the Paecian Empire was not someone to be taken lightly. No, he wasn't geared out like some people were when it came to fighting. In fact, he felt it highly unnecessary and a sign of weakness. Yes, he wore a similar armor to what Lord Vader had worn, but that was largely out of necessity for his survival outside of a clean facility.

"FiGi stop above the city and hover."

[Understood, sir.]

The droid pilot brought the old Infiltrator in above the city and stopped. Meric activated the ramp at the rear and stepped out onto it before lightly jumping down to land on the ground. He was hiding his presence for the moment, specifically his alignment, because he didn't want to upset the Jedi. He knew how they were prone to simply attacking anything with a darkside taint that moved, after all. When he was down, he glanced around and then started moving towards where he could feel the darkest pull in the area.

"Pilot the ship to a safe location and away further orders, FiGi. I've got to take care of some business here."