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

[Kana Truden]

- NO OBJECTIVE -
Location: Shadowlands
Allies: Determination
Enemies: Kneecaps
Special Equipment: Lumen Mk. I

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Step for step her knees cried out in protest. Yes, carrying armor as well as a dead body after botching a landing like that would do such things to anyone’s kneecaps.

The world around her was dark in a quite literal sense. The light from above seemed to be distant but at least it left a small trace of light as she trudged amongst the dead corpses of man, vong and wookie alike. She felt like a Terentatek dinner bell all alone in the dark but there was little she could do but push onwards and try to forget.

A single thought of dropping the body was quickly quelled it would be irresponsible as in a sense she was quite literally carrying her own burden. Not that the man himself had been a burden but the impact if she had just left him would have been one on her conscience to be sure.

The final acts of today’s musical number was coming to a close above her. The last number: Reality.

A pained yell called out upstairs and an unnamed soldier plummeted to the ground beside her. His last moments spent reeking of total fear before being quieted down to nothingness when the ground promptly broke his neck.

She wished him peace regardless of who he was. In the end all these soldiers would be one of millions that history forgot about. Soldiers whose sacrifices had either been in vain or for the greater good. The uncertainty of it all had a bittersweet aftertaste to it. Perhaps it was what made these men the heroes that they truly were.

An opening appeared up ahead and a ship flew above her. She didn’t give it much thought. Her hands reached for Flint’s saber and she lit it up in a beacon to signal the ship. She could hear the men cry out as it slowly descended on her position.

“Master Jedi?” One of troopers called out.

“Yep.” A very apathetic Master responded as she turned the saber off.

“Get in, my squad is pulling out.”

There was little she could do but obey. Not a word was spoken. The body of [member="Flint Dexen"] was carefully placed on the floor of the small craft as the soldiers all looked at her. Exhaustion caught up with her as the blast doors closed and sealed themselves shut. The lights all grew brighter, her vision blurrier.

A slurred sentence parted her lips before she passed out.

“I’ll see you next time, Lord [member="Reverance"].”

 

[Veino Garn]

Location: Great Tree
Objective: Hold the Great Tree
Allies: Nobody nearby
Enemies: [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Shuduc Macar"]
NPCs: None, you Sith murderers! They had families!

He was unable to intervene when chunks of platform came falling down on his troops, and several had to break cover to dodge. One wasn't fast enough and was crushed. Several others were cut down by blasterfire although their comrades increased their rate of fire, moving slightly to prevent them being flanked on the side opposite of the tree. It wouldn't be possible to flank from the treeside without going all the way around. Thermal detonators began to detonate around them, further dropping their numbers.

Veino tried to wave them away to fall back, but he was too busy moving, his blade arcing back and forth, lunging and parrying every attack. Where each of his opponent's blades were, his was there just soon enough to stop the momentum, redirect, and move again. He matched her speed, and then went faster, surrounding himself in a sphere of yellow plasma.

Then another detonator went off and he felt the presence of another Sith cutting through his troops. Then he saw his opponent's eyes. Or rather, lack of eyes. Miraluka. Odd for one to fall to the Dark Side. Something must have pushed her there.

But it was also convenient. He cloaked his Force signature, becoming completely invisible to any who might try to find him through the Force. As he had discovered on accident with another Miralukan, they couldn't see him when his Force signature was hidden. It worked as well as the best cloaking device. That gave him a few moments. He dropped a hand into pouch of durasteel spheres and withdrew a handful, snapping them out in one fluid motion and sending them speeding away, cracking the sound barrier as they rocketed towards the enemy soldiers. He used telekinesis to arm and throw another two thermal detonators as well. That left him nine.

Heat radiated through his left arm and he twisted aside away from the lightsaber blade that added yet another scar to his collection. He needed to focus. Calm himself. Center himself. He sank deep into the pool of the Force and let it both guide and fill him.

Fortunately, the Ataru dual wield style was more trouble than it was worth. It split focus between two blades instead of one, and neither blade was capable of having as much leverage or strength behind each blow as a single blade. He angled his blade to catch both of his opponent's and then shoved, pressing off against the ground and using the Force to further enhance his strength.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

T H I S I S A P C P O S T

NPC WILL COME LATER

P C A C T I O N S AT THE TREE

Allies: @Darth Venefica [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] @Zaren Bouqi



Location: The TREE
Long term Objective A: Capture the Tree
Short term:

• Hydrastaff ( 1 head gone, four head remaining attacking Zaren's face as he falls!)
• Force grip the heck out of Ryan Korr to hold him in place suspended for Carach's attack.
• Get Corvus and capture her via one Sith Forces

Allies: @Darth Nephthys | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Corvus Raaf"]


Zaren's blade would sweep to slash across her side, and a twirl of her saberstaff would parry the incoming blade. His body went over the balcony, and she shuddered, rage and anger rushing through the Vahla. She was still suffering from the aftereffects of the Force light, her connection to the Goddess nearly stripped from her.

Being a Vahla meant that they were more inclined towards the Darkside of the Force, it was in their nature. In their blood. Much like [member="Ryan Korr"]. Blessed by the Goddess as he with that mop of red hair.

How dare he.

His blood would call to hers, and in that she would rage and internally roar.

She saw [member="Darth Carach"] fighting the Jedi - and in that she would react. She saw the Hydrastaff lunge towards him from the front. So too would Nephthys use this to attempt to hold him still. With a direct line of sight she would make the most of this.

Both hands would arch out, fingers extended. Blood would trickle from under her nose as the Vahla would extend every ounce of energy to grab [member="Ryan Korr"] in a powerful force grip to hold him fast and suspended in the air.

She put in everything. All of it, her vision blurring as she would seek to work in tandem with her Brother.

She would be his Shield.

She would protect him.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: That tree everyone is clamoring for
Objective: Objective A

• Secure Kachicodokopolis for Sith occupation
• Beat up Corvus for calling me old ;n;

Allies: The One Sith

• [member="Darth Venefica"]
• [member="Darth Nephthys"]
• [member="Darth Carach"]

Enemies: The Republic

• [member="Corvus Raaf"]
• [member="Ryan Korr"]

Music: Atrocities of Unspeakable Magnitude by Vomitous

He sized up his opponent as she recovered from her little tumble after her legged ever so clipped the body of his speeder as it careened towards her, shortly after it either crashed into some wall or flew off into the distance, but it didn't matter what happened to the bike at this point. He spun his lightsaber around slowly in his hand, and he could instantly recognize the iconic opening stance of Form III, and couldn't help but let lose a haunting chuckle. He had fought against several masters of Form III during his life time, but the one that stood out in his mind was a fight not against a Jedi, but rather a Sith Lord, nay; a Sith Emperor during that time. Vornskr had fought Dranok Lussk, Form V to Form III, and in the end he had shattered Lussk's defenses, and smote his ruin upon the floor of the Imperial throne room for all of the Empire to see, and on that day he was crowned Emperor.

However; he did not expect Master Raaf to go down in such a manner, Jedi tended to be more wily with Form III than Sith, but he would not be persuaded. He was still fresh from his battle with Shule, and he had taken a speeder to get here, so he might as well of been still in tipper shape. Then again, his gauntlets constantly replenished his energy while stealing it from his opponents, so with further adieu he briefly adopted the opening stance of Form V, and with a great heave he lunged out and forward at Corvus with the strength of a rampaging freight train, each step causing great cracks in the ground beneath him as he funneled forth all of his hatred into his speed and power.

Once within range, and if Corvus had not decided to move out of the way, he would unleash a furious barrage of slices and chops with his blade. Using powerful wide strokes to batter against her defensive barrier, he would attempt to dominate this confrontation through sheer physical force and overwhelming kinetic energy behind each attack, as was the norm when anyone as towering as Vornskr fought against someone in a Lightsaber Duel.

 

[Vrag]

PC Part​

LOCATION: At the Great Tree
OBJECTIVE: A
ALLIES: [member="Faye Terrik"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Khan Ra"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Darth Valtryx"] | [member="Shuduc Macar"] | [member="Surah"] | [member="Khallesh"] | [member="Nui Akona"]
ENEMIES: [member="Jack Sparrow"] | [member="Slate Estrada"] | The Republic and her allies

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[OOC: No 24h reply from Jack Sparrow.]

Before they could so much as move away from the bridges, bodies started dropping in from above, their sudden attack accompanied by the screeching sounds of rocket launchers. Vrag, running on adrenaline and the Force, jumped backwards to avoid one of the projectiles, igniting her lightsaber as her feet found ground again.

So much for an uneventful escort, flickered through her mind before she moved into Niman form, batting away enemy fire as she sought cover amid the droid army on the bridges. Of the four designated guardians of the Senator, only two were still functional, retreating towards the bulk of the Sith force with the man in tow. One of them had taken that shot at Jack Sparrow's foot, the Knight's orders taking precedence over his combat algorithms, their mechanical minds lacking any capacity for panic or fear.

The woman herself had reconsidered her weapon choice, opting for the blaster rifle she'd been using before, and opened fire on the Republic soldiers along with the rest of the droids. It was a foolish maneuver, to dive into an enemy force so large, and the advantage of surprise wasn't much use against the speedy response of lifeless circuitry. Flanked from all sides by the enemy ranks, the special forces would be hard pressed to survive very long, much less make away with the coveted prisoner.

NPC Part​

LOCATION: At the Great Tree | The Beach
OBJECTIVE: A
CONTROLLER: Vrag
ALLIES: — II —
ENEMIES: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Talon Vosra"] | [member="Slate Estrada"] | [member="Caleb Brolen"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Graxin Rade"] | [member="Sressechka"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | The Republic and her allies

Spoiler: FORCES:

The Great Tree:

• Top level | 4,700 - 150 = 4,550

The Beach:

• The Dune | 4,900 - 100 = 4,800

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[OOC: No 24h reply from Ryan Korr.]

Ryan Korr | The Beach: Even as the darkness around them dispersed to reveal the shifting sands below, the Sith continued firing. The advance of their enemy was slowed in the traitorous terrain, their attack valiant but ultimately their weapons fell short in the battle against their armored opponents. The soldiers had the advantage of both position and technology, free to rain fire down upon the furry beasts. An explosive quarrel here and there would find its mark, sending dozens flying, and the long-guns knocked a few troops got knocked on their asses by the stray shots. Still, the enemy would soon run out of their ammunition — another failing of their primitive armaments — while the Sith would press on, unrelenting in spite of the charge. Their efforts were aided on all sides by the Vong, the Royal guard and the Graug, and it was doubtful that the defenders had any hope left of taking the beach.

Ryan Korr | The Great Tree: The advancing forces were surprised by the retreating black clouds, but it was hardly an issue for the armored men and women. With the battlefield now clearly visible, they could move up the precarious walkways at a much higher speed, leaving bridges and houses behind them as they encountered less and less resistance. The opposition was spread thin as it was, engaged with the hordes that had begun pouring into the city from below, and the Sith vanguard deftly exploited this window of opportunity, sacrificing safety for faster progress. Banking on the fact that the under-prepared and untrained wookiees would drown in the onslaught of their allies, the tired, but disciplined platoons moved ever upward. They left the lower districts of the tree city behind them to be devoured by the Vong, intent on securing a demoralizing victory as their black ranks swarmed towards the top.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Location: Beach

Objective: A; Deal with Sith problem

Allies: [member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Meric Nadun"] [member="Armand Temi"]

Enemies: [member="Darth Arcanix"]

And just like that, she was beginning to cower. Like all Sith before her, cowardice was a measure taken to protect their credibility within their circle of arrogance. An honorable fight was what Rusken had expected, but it was starting to become clear that honor was not within his best interests if he was going to halt the Sith threat. Rusken backed himself up, reverting back to his Soresu stance so he could deflect the incoming blows without having to worry too much about being open. His armor would help him withstand quite a few extremes, but he couldn't rely too much on it. It would simply be a very dumb idea, and he must treat each and every fight as one without protection.

As he attempted to hold off the Sith, he could feel that she was intimidated by his use of Vapaad; she was beginning to become unstable in her focus. Now was the time to unleash what he had been holding back.

The Jedi would not allow her escape. He had offered peace, but she declined in a most disrespectful manner and still has the gall to press her own ideals of what's right upon him. The more Rusken thought of this, the angrier he became. And the angrier he became, the more fuel he would have to burn her with.

Channeling his inner most-hated thoughts, he would try to push against her attacks with Force Speed to be able to level out the playing field so he could gain some ground against her. Constantly pushing himself forward, to weaken her range and make her unsteady and pressured. Even though he would not use his armor as a shield, he understood that he could take the hits and sacrifice being a bit open just to make his move. Upon his defensive advance, he would attempt to ram himself into her and let out a mighty Force Push to knock her out of her element, destabilizing her technique of attempting to overwhelm him with vicious counter measures.

But the plan wouldn't end there. If his chain of actions were of fruition, he would go in for a much bolder approach and attempt to grab her with the Force and slam her against the ground with all his might. This would cause him some significant fatigue given his poor lungs, but it would hopefully be a good effort.

There was no mercy to show to this woman. Sith or not, she had awoken the Guardian of his past hardships. She would learn who she had messed with.

 

[Alan]

Location: Somewhere near the tree, like, not too far, but you know, far enough. Far enough for me to make a few more posts and whatnot getting there since I came late.
Objective: Protect the tree.
Allies: Well I mean, not the Sith. [member="Corvus Raaf"] is alright.
Enemies: People. Tax returns. @Vrag. [member="Darth Nephthys"].



Tracyn ran his hands along his knees, taking in a deep breath. The Jedi robes, were light. They were mostly absent of armor, save for his arms and his legs, while his chest was unimpeded by such weight. The armor in question was the remnants of his Mandalorian armor, Ori'ramikad armor to be exact. It suit Tracyn. Stronger and more lightweight, with more focus on movement. Tracyn wrapped his crushgaunt-adorned hands around his lightsaber, and his backup. Two sabers.


He stood up slowly, taking note of his area. And the emotions beyond. What he could sense. Death. Sith. Jedi. Battle. Rage. Serenity. Hope. He blinked, taking a deep sigh. He was gathering himself for the coming storm. Then, he sensed him.


[member="Darth Vornskr"], in the distance.


Revenge, or justice? Vengeance, or bringing peace to himself?


He'd find out. Tracyn began to move, leading one foot in front of the other, stepping towards the defenses of the tree.


He then realized how far away he was.


Crap.

 

[Fen]

PC Post

Location: The Great Tree
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | [member="Spark Finn"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"]



The Shadow thought it understood the Light. Thought it knew it to the very core. For wherever Light was, there too could be Shadow. Yet the Shadow did not know Light. How could it, when at Light's very approach the Shadow fled?


The beam of Force Light would burn Spark Finn if it hit her. This much was true. It would set veins filled with mechu-deru vitae on fire. But apparently the technovirus had not reached her frontal lobes, for she was still capable of higher thought, at least to some degree. What then was this virus? Some altered version, some lesser version of an ancient, truly powerful Dark Lord's machination?

The Force Light, if it hit, would burn away at the least a majority of the virus, leaving Spark Finn capable of making her own decisions.

Pity that the Shadow always ran from the Light, for then it might've known that when Light touches Dark, the Darkness might become Light. Redemption for all, even those infected by a Technovirus.

* * *​

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Ryan Korr knew the struggle against the Darkside. Even now it trembled within his bones, the ache of power waiting to be released. He fought against it, just as he fought against its herald.

The Voice of the Dark Lord had attempted to settle into a low stance, but a six foot nine man could only get so low. Ryan Korr was short in comparison to such a towering foe. The Jedi Knight used this to his advantage.

Tackling is not the act of driving a shoulder into an opponent and then hoping he falls over. That is a crude and incomplete method. A true tackle occurs when you wrap one or both arms around the legs of the enemy, slamming into the hip with a powerful shoulder, dragging hands against the back of the enemy's knees and ripping the opponent from his settled stance, kidnapping him from gravity's sour bonds.

Bent low, Ryan had slammed into Carach, but failed to take the large man off his feet. Korr's hands were wrapped around Carach's knees, his head levered against the man's hip. In such a tangle of limbs, the sudden onslaught of attacks ultimately failed for a number of reasons. Carach's attempt to disarm Korr failed primarily because of how awkward it was to reach around and attempt to grab at a lightsaber that was now behind him. What should happen? If this were a perfect galaxy, then Carach's attempt to twist his upper body around and grab at the lightsaber should throw him off balance, leaving Ryan well able to push him the final few feet off the ledge.

What of the staff? That vile weapon's teeth found naught but Ryan's armor, for his exposed hand and hands were well forward of its gnashing jaws. Even so, the snake might have spun 'round and come for the exposed flesh, but the nature of Korr's armor was its undoing. Synthmesh and spunplast, woven with cortosis. Such an armor was capable against energy weapons, but less so against blades. The fangs of the serpent sunk deep into the armor, failing to pierce flesh only because of the layered fabrics. The serpent tried to with draw its fangs, but hit a literal snag. It jerked its head around, thrashing wildly. It wound a sinuous body around Ryan and began to squeeze. Korr felt the strain on his ribs, as if he was being crushed inside a slow-moving trash compactor.

And last, but not least, the Force Grip of a short Vahla. She was distracted by Zaren and aiming at a pile of tangled limbs, but she managed to overcome the odds and bind Ryan once again in a net of the Force. It did not hoist him into the air, but it did leave him frozen in place.

So Ryan did the only thing he could. Unable to move his hands or head, he could not manifest the Force. He needed something physical to link that energy to, something moving, something that... beat....

Thud. Thud.

Thud. Thud.

...something like the thump of an adrenaline filled heart.

Korr linked his Force Push to the beat of his heart and on the next thud a powerful wave of the Force erupted from his chest, aimed to slam into Carach and send him back those last few feet, off the ledge and into a nine hundred and eighty four meter long fall.

 

[Talon Vosra]

Location: City Tree
Objective: Save the Nerdlet and The Drunken boxer
Allies: Ryan Korr (I tried man) [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Qun Vell"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] (indirectly)

His emerald ellipsis narrowed in concentration as he calmly waved a hand.

"You want to come home to the Jedi." He said simply.

His lightsaber still untounched as the wookies howled in the throws of battle. The republic could leave. The sith could leave it mattered not. What did matter was the people here needed help and the two padawans of which he only had seen Qun once but among the missing from Manaan the girl and the Besalisk were listed. Talon waited for his trick to take effect and if necessary he would take them by force.

 

[Thane Drexel]

Location: Skies over the beaches
Objective: Basically slaughter Sith- and Vong-anything
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Sressechka"] [member="Talon Vosra"], The Republic
Enemies: [member="Darth Arcanix"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Darth Nephthys"] NPC's / Slivithis(Spell check?)

As Thane and his one remaining wingman pulled around for another pass, they witness the arrival of, what one could only guess, giant flying rays with tentacles. Looking like their apparent, ugly, owners, these Vong beasts would fall all the same. They outnumbered the pair 7 to 1, but that wouldn't stop these Republic aces.

"Last torpedos on the first beasts and send the rest home with holes like cheese."

Thane flipped the switch on the last torpedo he had, sending it right into the mouth of one of the beasts, popping it like a reptile swallowing a fire cracker. The forest showered with its entrails, as a second beast ended similarly from his wingman's torpedo. Then, the combined firepower of the eight laser cannons spit their deadly fire onto the 'flock' of creatures. If these beasts could scream out in pain, Thane was sure they were doing so. Another Republic ace was nearby aiding the creatures to the forest below. He hailed such pilot.

"Echo-1 to Angel, over. Appreciate the allied support. Let's make quick work of these to return to raining death upon the Sith and their monsters."

 

[James Mathison]

Location: That tree everyone is clamoring for
Objective: Objective A
Allies: The One Sith
[member="Darth Venefica"]
[member="Darth Nephthys"]
[member="Darth Carach"]
[member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: The Republic
[member="Corvus Raaf"]
[member="Ryan Korr"]
[member="Veino Garn"]
[member="Kira Liadain"]
[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]


James had worked his way into the city as well had the Sith troops. Locking on to the signatures of allies he ran for them, hoping to find allies before enemies.

As he ran, the cloud of dispair made allies and enemies alike lose their concentration and James took advantage. The white blade finding the skulls of Republic forces and the orange into the hearts of Vong. The republic troopers fell unconscious, while the Vong fell silent.

"Karking abominations, stay in the afterlife where you belong. Hate Vong. They serve their purpose as fodder." His anger building and his signature went from Grey back to Darkside.

James scailed a hut to gain a vantage point to find allies. He saw and felt the signatures and headed their way. Deflecting bolts and caster shot at each step. He was not going to get caught fighting a wookie, it was unwise to try to out muscle those furry warriors.

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Enroute to the Great Tree
Objective: A - Outskirts
Allies: [member="Caleb Brolen"]
Enemies: [member="Surah"]

Kian wasn't one to get caught off guard....as a Jedi Shadow he border rather precariously on the line between paranoid and cautious, but in this particularly instance Kian had failed to keep his guard up. When Surah moved to attack him, Kian didn't react immediately and quickly found himself being grabbed by her just as Caleb yelled out his warning. Kian reacted on instinct, his body moving almost of his own accord before he even registered the attack really coming. He felt Surah going for the headlock and her locking her feat between his, and finally her free hand grasping for his lightsaber.

Kian put himself in a position where only a few options were available to him. When that happened, Kian always went with the simplest strategies first. He couldn't do anything about his compromised footing, but Kian had size on the girl and instead of stumbling backwards, he drove forward with his weight, thrusting his helmeted head forward hoping to break the Sith's nose or to disorient her enough for him to gain the upper hand. Kian didn't fight the fall, but rather used it to put more strength behind his counter-attack as they stumbled down toward the ground.

Kian's grip tightened on his lightsaber, but he didn't activate the blade. Tightly tangled together as they were, igniting the blade could be dangerous and he wasn't sure which one of them would be injured....especially as her hand was trying to wrench the hilt from his grasp.

"You needn't fight us." Kian said when they hit the ground, "We mean you no harm.....despite the horrors you have wrought on this planet and its people." Kian said driving an elbow back at the girls side. Doing so brought a grunt of paint from himself as his ribs began to ache again. The kolto shot had helped, but the sudden attack had caused the injury to throb once more.

Spoiler

Location: Escorting Kian to the Great Tree
Controller: Kian Karr
Forces: 50 Wookie Dragon Troopers - 50 Assigned to Caleb
Objective: Meet up with Republic Forces/Defend the Great Tree
Opponents: None as of yet

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: The Great Tree-Outskirts
Objective: A
Allies: ???
Enemies: [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Caleb Brolen"]

She didn't answer.

Instead Surah held Kian in his headlock. Her nose bled, the bone very likely broken, blood spilled into her mouth, but it only fueled the anger and the hatred that she felt. That hatred, that was what moved her forward. The something within Surah pressed her, and although it did not take her over, it pushed her to her limits.

Pressing her to continue.

To attack.

As the blood fell within her mouth, as the two of them struggled, the Darkside of the force surged through her body. The power she felt, the pulsating rage, it moved through her in waves and drove, until eventually she pressed her free palm against Kian's chest.

Massive sparks of lightning radiated from her palm, powerful surges of force lightning that would move through Kian and to her.

 

[Caleb Brolen]

Location:Outskirts
Objective-A
Allies:[member="Kian Karr"]
Enemies:[member="Surah"]

There was only one thing I could do before the lightning would go straight into his chest. I concentrated the force around me then quickly I focused on Master Karr's Lightsaber. I swept the force near me and caught the saber in mid air as it came near me. Then instinctively I activated it and ran towards them both slashing in a horizontal motion going for her arm.

If I could cut her arm off the Kian could get free. It was gruesome sure but justified since she was about to pump hundreds of volts into his chest. I really only had one shot at this which I had to take. This was either going to be really good or extremely bad.

 

[Spark Finn]

Location: The Tree
Objective: Don't break my glasses
Allies: [member="Qun Vell"] [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Talon Vosra"]

Neck prickled just before a fiery substance spread along her body. Body stiffened then slacked as she tipped back from the droid's shoulders and tumbled to the branch behind their mechanical feet with a thump. Head throbbed as memories that didn't fit into her subtly changed mind churned into her thoughts.

The sandy-haired slicer was in such a state of duality the suggestion from her warped mind made sense. The jedi fired first. Save your master. Act now.

Pushing herself to her knees on the branch, she fixed the askew glasses on her freckled-face and pushed a hand forward. The corners of her eyes caught Carach's other apprentice's attempt at climbing from below. The droid she used to help her up leveled its weapons at the green-eyed jedi and fired as did a second battle droid next to it. Talon's voice reached her ears, his suggestion planting a firm seed within her increasingly raw, mental state.

Of course she would never admit to her wavering mental state. She was a strong, independent woman, @#$# it! And far from simply weak-minded. The droids paused a moment in their firing. "I want to...," she peeked up, between the spaces of the droid acting as her shield. "serve him. I have to serve him?" Confusion crinkled her brow but she couldn't shake those orange, glowing eyes or the craving for her master's approval and that velvety voice. The droids opened fire on the jedi master again but they weren't as consistent as they were before. Some of their shots were wild.

It would take much more than a small blast of force-light and mental suggestion to override a technovirus and a mentally molded mind but that didn't mean their actions had no effect.

The third battle droid began climbing back down, ready to hoist the besalisk over its mechanical shoulder and on up to where Spark and the jedi were.

It didn't care about hurting the drunk's pride.

 

[Khan Ra]

LOCATION: At the Great Tree
OBJECTIVE: A
ALLIES: One Sith, [member="Vrag"], Everyone
ENEMIES: le republic
(No reply from @Dax Canton and the invasion ends tomorrow, so...)

Khan slowly lifted himself from the platform, nearly falling from the combination pain of his multiple injuries. A series of bruises and such from being flung by the baradium explosion accompanied his wounded arm, stab wound, and overall exhaustion. What exactly had happened? The last sniper. He'd taken out the Wookiees? It seemed not. Not completely anyway. Though all of his friends, and Khan's last sniper, were blown to nicely charred bits one very annoyed Wookiee had managed to stay in one piece, having been nicely shielded form the explosion behind one of his friends. So an extremely angry white-furred Wookiee slowly rose from the damaged part of the platform where the thermal detonator had gone off.

Fantastic. Khan could barely keep himself standing, he was exhausted, wounded, unarmed. Of course the Wookiee was as well; his fur burnt off in patches from the vaporizing explosive, small wounds were scattered across his body from the day's battle. But he had a huge advantage that Khan did not; well, he was a fething Wookiee. Wookiees had a tendency to just get more dangerous when they were angry, to get stronger as they're beaten down. And this particular one certainly lived up to the reputation.

While Khan could barely stand, while he was unarmed and vulnerable, the Wookiee charged. Only to meet a swarm of blast bolts halfway across the platform. Sure Wookiees could take a lot of punishment, but a few hundred blaster bolts? Nope. The exghausted acolyte looked over in the direction the bolts had come, in time to see [member="Vrag"]'s forces swarm by. Reinforcements had arrived. Which meant two things; the battle had been won, it seemed, and Khan had nothing to do with it. He no longer had a chance to be crucial to the battle. He no longer had a chance to be the hero, to prove himself. He had lost his chance at glory. The delays had stalled him, the Wookiees, the soldiers, collapsed bridges, Venefica stealing the chip, these Wookiees chasing him, losing his vibroblade.... All the delays. And now his time was up; the glory, the chance to be the one who took Kachiro, would be given to someone else. And all he could do now is stand there and watch Vrag's forces secured the area.


(Tl;dr: Just standing here while Vrag's forces take parts of the tree.)

(This was fun. Never got to go Saber-tooth tiger though. )

 

[Shuduc Macar]

Location: Base of the Great Life Tree
Objective: Take the Tree
ALLIES: [member="Faye Terrik"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Khan Ra"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Qun Vell"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Darth Valtryx"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Surah"]
Enemies: [member="Veino Garn"]

As she watched him vanish from sight she backed up at first focusing her force powers to try and compensate for his stealth, she could not lift it but she could try to feel out the vibrations and see them in the force as he moved. It meant she’d have to abandon the precision strikes given she could hardly locate him precisely. So she began to move at him again feeling her Masters Eyes upon her she switched to connecting her sabers forming the saber staff they made and moved in after the Jedi who had taken up a defensive stance it seemed and as she charged at him she threw a solid wall of force energy at him trying to knock his focus off. But weather that worked or not she’d move in to strike with the lower blade then follow up with the top before twirling it around and then aiming a thrust followed by another spinning strike. She tried to keep the pressure up to break the jedi now with a much strong set of blows. She As she moved her force powers enhanced her speed agility and strength more attempting to finally gain the edge but this jedi was not making it easy.


Location: Base of the Tree of Life
Controller: Shuduc Macar
Forces: 10 Sith soldiers
Objective: Take the Tree
Opponents: None

.With the enemy vanquished the sith soldiers went about going to secure the level upward firing at remaining republic forces from other units as they moved to rejoin the main force and push to take the tree.

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Outskirts of City
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Caleb Brolen"]
Enemies: [member="Surah"]

Kian felt the tension, the build up of energy and the sudden glow of blue as the electricity began to spark at Surah's fingertips. Kian's first instinct was to activate his lightsaber and plunge the blade into her now exposed side.....but then his lightsaber was gone, pulled from his grasp by the padawan. Caleb rushed forward and Kian's eyes widened. Surah and he were too entangled for him to cut her free.

Stop! Kian yelled to the Jedi via telepathy. Kian's free hand came up and grabbed Surah's hand by the wrist as he pulled her hand away from his chest. The full blast of lightning.....that likely would have killed him....shot upward as Kian peeled her arm back and away from his chest. However, several of the tendrils of energy leapt down and back, clinging to him and sending jolts of pain through his body. Worse then that, he felt his energy begin to wane as the lightening sapped away at his strength. His only comfort was that his connection meant the lightning was likely hurting the Sith as well.

Seeing no other option, Kian shouted over his comm system...his voice crackling from the lightning and the fatigue.

"SHOOT US BOTH!" Grundyr was a smart leader and a capable warrior and he knew they would know what he meant. Several Wookies rushed forward, blasters set to stun, while the rest, armed with bowcasters, came out fulling encircling the group. As Kian felt the lightning lick at his flesh and energy even further he saw the weapons brought to bear and heard the tell-tale sign of a blaster being fired on stun. They were aiming for the two of them and entangled as they were there was no way to avoid friendly fire.

Location: Outskirts
Controller: Kian Karr
Forces: 100 Wookie Dragon Riders
Objective: Secure Prisoner
Enemy: [member="Surah"]

 

[Xenia Nastassia]

Location: Stronghold, one of many branches.
Objective: Objective B.
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Cryax Bane"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"] | @Dredge
Enemies: [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] | [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Book"] | [member="Seraphina"] | Shel'tah | [member="Gherron Vael"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="T-Eya Carn"] | [member="Thane Drexel"]

NPCs:
Location: Stronghold, one of many branches.
Controller: Xenia Nastassia
NPCs: NN-2 Front Droids [1] NN-K Infiltration Droid [1]
Objective: Objective B; slice into enemy systems.
Opponents: [member="Meeristali Peradun"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Marakai Al'Orren"]

OS Aerial Assault Ship.
Hangar Bay.

Summary [because I'm tired and want to make sure I'm being 100% clear]: Xenia crashlands in one of the assault ship hangar bays above Kashyyk belonging to the OS where she receives medical attention for her eye. It's unclear how her dropship sustained damage, and not really touched on beyond suggesting it had taken heavy blaster fire.

The sound of low and high grade durasteel shrieked as it began its immortal screech. Although she might never admit it, Xenia was screaming, too. It's doubtful that such an event was even audible over the metallic sounds, though. All at once and hardly in one piece, a smoking transport flung itself across their docking bay-- the docking bay of the One Sith's mothership. Detox sat beside Xenia in the cockpit seats, thoroughly strapped and buckled in, its audio output only temporarily pausing in terrified awe of this newly found pitch. Men and women both had already began running to meet the ship's aid, only really daring to come close to it once it had fully stopped. Xenia, her two droids, and a handful of other injured tumbled out in small pools.

"We received your distress signals--"

"Oh yeah? I'd say it's a little late for that!"

She swung a pointing finger back over her shoulder. In the middle of the bay was the very same transport Matsu had called in and left previously. Now, however, it was clear something violent had become of it. Long strips of burnt black rode its side, and large chunks of metal bits were blasted away. Most of the damage was superficial, though it was unlikely this ship would ever see the field again.

"Y-Yes, well, are you alright?"

Xenia didn't speak, just stared. As in, stared with her one good eye-- the one not covered in blood. Her tight lips threatened violence of a much more immediate kind should the man try and delay her further. She had places to be. When she turned to walk past the man, he followed just behind, needy eyes following her as if afraid to speak further.

"I'll need access to your medical bay, now."

"Right away, this way ma'am."

Entering Objective A.
In The Air; two wing men.

Summary: Xenia leaves the assault ship hangar bay in her own vehicle, the Ginivex-class starfighter. She is accompanied by her NN-2 front droid as well as Detox, her modified NN-K infiltration droid [links in the NPC area]. Each droid is piloting an apparently customized N-1 Royal Naboo starfighter. After receiving target information from the OS think tanks above, Xenia has made contact with the X-Wings above Kachiro, though has yet to fire.

This was a familiar humming. The almost vocal noises of the Nubian craft whirring around her stilled the slight shaking in her hands during lift off. It felt as if she had only just arrived, and perhaps she had but it was time to be on the move again. Over her damaged eye was a capsule of some sort which seemed to adhere to her skin directly. Nothing about this device was translucent making it impossible to see the bacta healing agents underneath. Nothing for her hand was needed, she'd felt worse before. Targeting computers, system diagnostics, everything came to life before her in waves.

"Alright, shall we--?"

Some would argue there was little point to speaking with droids. Their company was all programming and artificial response, more or less the very reason she liked them to begin with. So easy to manipulate and control, and so capable. Her two wingmen, the only remaining NN-2 front droid and Detox, flew matching N-1 Naboo starfighters, only the yellow coloring had been replaced with iridescent instead. Xenia's Ginivex-class starfighter unraveled its solar sail just after coming head first back into the war zone. Ray shields closed behind them, locking the hangar bays. They weren't going back to the fortress, they had just been there. Victory was evident there and certain events had motivated her to take a more powerful stance in all of this. Instead of hiding behind turrets, she'd become them. A honed set of fingers ran across her dashboard, sending various pings and information link ups to her wing men, syncing their navi-computers almost completely.

It didn't take long to find her natural enemy, a forced-calm sounding human male. An OS officer from the assault ships, "forward command, this..." and the rest was predictable. There were hostiles of considerable note which needed taking care of, and before she knew it she had signed on to the task personally. Coordinates rested in holograms to her right, shoving the ship's yoke down and to the left. Only about three more minutes of flying before she finally caught sight of her prey. Another cluster of space craft buzzing around above ground, X-Wings, blasted ships in Xenia's opinion. Ugly, but undoubtedly deadly. Slipping a few notches down, the youth began priming her own cannons. These men were about to experience what it meant to combat a slicer in the air. Xenia spoke freely into the com unit which connected her to the two droids, not yet opening fire against their enemy and hovering just out of range.

"No time to miss, Detox."

<<Perhaps your fears might better be directed towards the NN-2 model, m'lady.>>

"Don't get to close, we're trying to bait them, remember?"

<<Of course, m'lady.>>

 

[Thane Drexel]

Location: Skies over Kachirho
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Sressechka"]
Enemies: [member="Xenia Nastassia"] (Directly) /A Dozen Slivithis (NPC)


While peppering a flying Vong Manta Ray Thing, Thane caught readings on inbound OS ships. He looked back and saw three headed his way. The first was a solar sailor, and the other two were of Naboo origins. Thane didn't see any signs of aggressive maneuvers yet, but their arrival wasn't a good sign. With his wingman, dealing with the Slivithis left to his ally, they would come to bare on the new arrivals. Two on three. Fair enough odds Thane figured.

"Echo Two, stay tight and don't get drawn away. Deal with them quick and we can resume our prior task."

Thane took a big swig from his flask to warm his chest and calm his hands. There was dog fighting to be had, and Thane didn't want to disappoint.