What's yours is Mines (Black Sun vs OS)

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Coordination with the ground forces had been utterly lost in the chaos of the skirmish, and thus Abelain was left without any significant coordinates to land his forces. Despite that seemingly significant setback, the Arue'tii found that his launch had not been delayed in the slightest. He would simply aim the gunships towards the highest concentration of enemy combatants that could be located upon scanners. Only a few seconds passed before another area began to broadcast it's alert, and thus give the supersoldiers their next target. The flying metal cages dove out of the maw of the Paladin's hangar, and immediately made contact with the icy cold of space. Aboard one of the many dropships sat the Sith Knight, calm and quiet amid the sea of excitement generated by the Hammer.

The ships soared through the atmosphere with remarkable speed, and soon their exteriors began to glow a hue of red, signifying their excessive speed. They circled over the area of disturbance as though they were vultures drawn to the scent of fleshly killed carrion. The first dropship landed with a harsh thud, and began to spray a thick layer of smoke around itself to conceal the men exiting the craft. They formed a perimeter, and took notice of the sounds of battle not far from their position. It seemed as though a nearby compound was being assailed by hostile forces, and the Hammer soldiers were eager to test their metal against that of their foes. Only around fifty of the supersoldiers landed in the same vicinity as the Arue'tii, the others dispersing towards other areas of importance to help reinforce them.

Smoke floated around daintily above Abelain's head, and he was reminded of the fires that he used to keep himself warm. It seemed as though the skirmish; although short, had paid a hearty price in the blood of friend and foe, and yet it had not found conclusion. He would gladly provide a thorough ending to the story, but first he needed to locate the threat. A deep sniff of the air flooded his senses with the iron sensation of spilled blood, and with a forced march, he began his walk to them.

Strangely enough, it seemed as though one of them held only a minuscule amount of the crimson substance within his form. He considered briefly that it might be a new species, but it's blood was familiar. The idea of a fully converted cyborg never reached his mind. Curiosity and duty led him closer.
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

Spoiler: P.S

The Hammer supersoldiers will likely be heading towards the following:
[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Thraxis"]

Might also be a squad somewhere around Mr. [member="Tydus Wryeens"]

I don't mind if a few get killed, though they are rather unique so I'd appreciate not completely annihilating them. They're also remarkably strong, and individually are made to go toe to toe with Jedi. Overall though, just have fun!

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar broke into a laugh. It was rather innocent in sound, itself almost garnering laughter from around him. After a moment he shook his head. The words of Abyss and his apprentice were the thoughts of a dying order and whenever he heard them, he could not help but laugh. But who was he to care in the end.

"I assume you've never heard of Darth Carnifex, once known as Darth Vornskr. The man is referred to as the Butcher King for genocide and the destruction of entire planets. He doesn't care about Kuat. He doesn't care about the lives of these innocents. I was sent here with the specific purpose of exterminating thousands of people to send your remaining members of the One Sith a message. That Vornskr stands strong and will destroy the entirety of all false Sith. You have been warned, fool."

Vaulkhar moved forward, walking towards Abyss. This time he would not be crazy in his decision making, but rather keep it easy and slow, as his master once told him. His lightsaber was held before him in a basic defensive positioning as he strode forward. His movements were efficient and swift and he lunged forward from a few feet away, aiming a quick stab at Abyss' chest before pulling back in a feint, as the blade came back it immediately struck out towards Abyss' wrist, the one holding his lightsaber in an attempt to permanently disarm the man. The first blow was quick, enhanced by the force. The second was even faster, the force bursting from him as both the speed and strength of the blow was much stronger.

[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Drogh"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"Have you not taught your apprentice anything about respect, imposter? You allow him to question you like that?"

Abyss didn't even gave this new figure a second look, the aura of paranoia and fear that followed the man revealed nothing but disgusting weakness. Why the man would chose someone like that ... thing as apprentice left him puzzled. Maybe he enjoyed the challenge. As the mans last word echoed through the air it was Abyss who laughed. Dark and inhuman in sound, filled with all the madness and hate that raged inside the young siths mind.

"You came here to slaughter the innocent to send a message? Look around you imposter, does it seem to you like I care about the inhabitants of kuat anymore than ylu do? Your lord can be as strong as he wants, if he thinks that this will accomplish anything than he is even blinder than you are."

His lightsaber came to life the second the other man mad his move, the blade hovering in the air to block the initial incoming strike, while his left extended to the ground, using the force to pull the knife he had dropped before back into his hand. Surprised by the sudden change of his enemys movement Abyss only managed to keep his hand out of the mans range, but he could not only see but feel as the blade burned into the hilt of his weapon, making yet another lightsaber of his unusable.

Almost unfazed by the lose of his weapon, Abyss took a step back, switching the knife into his right, and once again taking a defensive stance. He never had been more mediocre when it came to the art swordplay, but he still had more than enough tricks up his sleeve to bring the man to his knees.

[member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Drogh"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Flesh Of The Machine

[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhGEGIBGLu8&index=3&list=RDGMEMJQXQAmqrnmK1SEjY_rKBGAVMYoDh_gHDvkk[/video]

Location: Factory Grounds
Equipment: In Bio
Allies Nearby [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Thraxis"]
Enemies Nearby: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]
Forces Nearby: Ten Warbeast droids, and eleven War droids

"We've got company." his head tilted up to regard the ship that now broke atmosphere, sending clouds of moisture spiralling around its blocky form, the artificial eye's snapping with intent purpose as they narrowed to two slits of light. "Thraxis, Cadan, continue your assault on the door. Take everything that isn't nailed down." he raised his pointed digits to his head a small device clutch precariously on the sharp points of his fingers, he spoke into the comlink. "I'll keep them busy."

"Now." his hand opened and closed, the finger's twitching with movement as they fell around the hilt of his vibro-blade, like a lover caress he brought it up and out of its scabbard pointing it towards [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]'s ship like a giant accusatory finger. "Droids, fire!" the sputtering fire of lit the space between, the glint and glamour of hot streaks of light span towards it penetrating the dark cloud of smoke, they didn't aim they simply fired. 'THOOMP' 'FWOOMP' he held up his hand the finger's clenching and forming a fist, the sword lowering to his side for the fire to stop. "If anything is alive, step out and throw yourself on my mercy. There isn't enough for all of you, some will have to fight over it. But I promise some will survive." he crooned in a metallic voice, the purring sound of a malevolent train engine.

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[member="Xis"], [member="Hala Jast"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Darth Abyss"], [member="Vaulkhar"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Darth Banshee"]​

 

[Cadan Tazi]

As Cadan, Thraxis and the droids manage to be rid of the small security task force some more soldiers began to advance towards them. Cadan shrugged and unload his DL-18 into one of them although this was different. This soldier kept walking towards them.

"Everyone! Rip these karks 'eads off!" Cadan shouted as he began to charge towards the Hammer supersoldiers. There was a small group of two which Cadan charge, he rammed his shoulder into one, knocking him back before he drew his virbo-blade. "Time for the fun to begin!" Cadan slashed towards the first soldier, although the attack was parried and a counter attack knock Cadan back into the arms of the second soldier. What followed was a series of punches to Cadan's gut, even through the armour Cadan could feel each punch. In a desperate attempt to free himself he flicked his head back, feeling the cartlidge break of the soldiers nose. With a quick twist Cadan lunge the blade through the soldiers chest, blood pouring from the wound. Cadan then felt the solid hit to his back, it was a familar hit from the butt of a weapon. Cadan fell to the ground, as he went to get up, a warbeast charge the soldier and began to bite at his throat. With two shots from his weapon the soldier kill the beast but the weight had knocked him to the ground. Cadan stood and walked above the man, kicked his gun away the ran the blade across the mans neck, killing him. "That's for me ribs."

Cadan turned to see an all out firefight, droids against the supersoldiers, he could see the soilders were beggining to push his forces back. "We gonna need some back up Thraxis!" Cadan shouted and said over his comms.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Xis"]

 

[Xis]

Just like that the battle was over, the panels stopped as Xis finished demonstrating his own abilities with the force. Head tilting to the side he listened to the various reports coming in from those that he had sent to the ground. They were obviously in trouble and facing resistance that hadn’t been expected. Maybe the sith weren’t as dead as the Falleen had thought. “I do not have time to waste on this pointless conflict. I have more important things to deal with than the ambitions of a Sith.” With that said Xis walked past the sith without even an ounce of caution. The duel was over and he had made it apparent. “Interfere again and there won’t be mercy.”

Those were the Falleen’s last words. Waving his hand Xis had the divider open letting him through. He’d be heading to the drydocks with his those that had been designated to try and inject the virus into the systems of the machines. He’d need to be there to complete the process. Activating his com Xis contacted those still aboard the Fairwind. “Send down the last two shuttles, drop another Walker for our people down on the ground. Seems like they’ll be needing them… Another thirty droids as well.”

Switching over to the coms of the Black Sun on the ground. “I am sending you another walker, and 30 more droids all equipped with sonic shotguns. Once I wrap up here I’ll be coming down to evac you.” Xis hadn’t offered the option for retreat but it was there. Two shuttles were coming down to offer aid, those on the ground could easily take it and retreat back to the fairwind. Unlikely, the Black Sun were made of sterner stuff than that.

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NPC Forces: 30 wardroids, 4 engineers

All the ships that had been directed were being boarded by the droids and engineers. Thankfully since this was a dry dock there was no resistance to fear, who in their right mind went after ships that weren’t fully functional? The Black Suns of course as it would be much easier to steal vessels that had been left defenseless than those that would be under heavy lockdown. At least for now. They’d be able to repair and flip the vehicles for at least double to triple the profit. If not, simply add it to their own personal collection of vessels.

Riding a lift up to the bridge of the Vanguard-class vessel Tivor stood with the droids flanking him offering their own bodies to ensure his safety. That was one thing about the Black Sun. They protected their own and ensured that they would be safe. Tivor had seen it first hand, however while the Black Sun would offer protection it did expect for one to be self reliant. Dorrs hissing open Tivor strolled out his robes gliding across the metal floor. “Inserting virus now.” Shoving three datachips into the navigation system Tivor went about activating them. “Where’s Xis?”


[member="Tydus Wryeens"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Vaulkhar]

"I allow my apprentice to question me as it builds him up to become stronger. Respect and fear are two different things, stranger."

Vaulkhar chose to ignore the rest of the words spoken by Abyss, as he truly did not care much for the young man's opinion. Instead he focused on the defensive stance taken by Abyss. It was odd. Considering he managed to ruin his lightsaber beyond repair, his choice to fight with the knife rather than flee was foolish. Especially considering his lack of skill in dueling and one on one combat. Staring down the dagger, Vaulkhar simply smiled and deactivated his lightsaber before returning it to his belt. His hand moved up to grab the longsword at his back before unsheathing it and holding it before him. It was similar in length to the saber, but was radiating the dark side. The weapon was made through sith alchemy, it was a war blade.

"You are inferior to me in sheer skill, so it leaves me with questions. Why would you continue to face me at such a disadvantage? And then it donned on me; you would only face me if you knew something I didn't. Which means your weapon is something more than a basic dagger. Whether it be phrik or songsteel, alchemized or cortosis, you will not surprise me in that regard."

Vaulkhar had a couple years on Abyss. He learned many things within his life, but out of all of them, much like Abyss, he was smart and quick witted. He learned how to think within a fight and how to defeat an opponent with more than just skill. It made Vaulkhar smile somewhat, considering his opponent reminded him so much of himself. But he was younger and still cocky. With a shrug Vaulkhar raised his left arm, hand outstretched. Lightning jumped from his palm, arching towards Abyss once more. The lightning flew quicker and in more powerful waves as more energy was poured into it this time around. His right hand was still held tightly around the Sith warblade.

[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Drogh"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

The words of the man remained unanswered. It was unfortunate that his opponent had seen behind the outside of the simple knifen, as the weapon was useless against anything other than a lightsaber. It was his own fault, he had given his opponent to much time to figure it out. Still it wasn't like he had been bested just yet, there was still more to come.

Abyss had not only guessed but counted on the fact that his opponent would once again unleash lightings onto him, as it had been rather effective the first time. He had no means left to counter the incoming attack, besides the force and he was almost sure that he wouldn't be able to keep the energy thrown at him contained. He doesn't had to. The other mans lighting had been strong, but not as strong as that of a master. It was painful, dangerous but not instantly lethal, it wouldn't disintegrate him in the blink of an eye but only burn his flesh. After what felt like an eternity of crawling through the dirt, bathing in his own blood and in that of others he had realised that pain was nothing. Taking a controlled hit was a valuable option that many feared because they feared pain, but not him.

He only had seconds before the bright blue light would meet his body. His righg clinging to the knife with all his will to not drop it on the ground once more. His left made a quick and swift movement, drawing the slughthrower hidden on his back in one fluid motion. One bullet left the weapon, the second the lighting began to lick over his body, flying towards the mans stomach. Even if he had missed, what was unlikely at this range as long the man wouldn't evade his attack, it would break his focus and give Abyss yet another chance to survive the mans force.

[member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Drogh"]

 

[Drogh]

Drogh had been dismissed as nothing more but a paranoid riddled shadow, underestimated, yet he could use this to his advantage, staring at the two, keeping a fair distance to avoid being killed in the crossfire. The dim screams and breaking buildings had become to num as he focused soley on the fight. He watched the crackling fire of the Force lighting and the suddan shock and burst of the slugthrower, he dared not join the fight as the victor was not certain, and it was unlikely that Abyss would spefcially target him, as to much power would be focused on Vaulkhar. Yet despite Abyss being far more powerful then him, Drogh could easily swoop in and end it, time was wasting and he didn't like having to wait to long, a stray soilder might shoot him in the back of the end, desperate Sith may charge him for a quick kill. His master would do little to save him for either of these, that he knew well.


Abyss was so focused on his master, as he began to slowly draw a DL-18 from under his cloak aiming it at Abyss, press doing on his trigger he watched as the blaster shot fired, hoping it would be to caught up doing any thing about it, yet he could be surprised. He may have given him self a death wish, if it failed which he knew he would run as fast as he could, yet it could give his master a chance to strike him down if he focused on Drogh.

Darth Abyss Vaulkhar

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"]

Mere moments had passed since the Arue'tii had exited the shuttle's smoke, and immediately he was confronted with a barrage of crimson streaks sailing through the air. They crashed with singing thuds against the side of the vessel, and the Sith heard the faint groans of Hammer soldiers as they were fired upon. There was very little cover within the shuttle, and there was no room to maneuver away from the threatening blasterfire, and so many of the soldiers were killed within only about a minute. The bolts did not miraculously miss Abelain, but he used his body to act as a shield for his companions, allowing the burning hot plasma to lash harshly against his chitinous frame, and generally ignoring the enemy firepower as he attempted to discern the location of the foes.

They did not smell of blood, and the assumption that they were facing an army of droids was quickly accepted. Their commander held little blood within his own system, but it was enough that he differentiated himself from the pack. Eventually, the firepower ceded, and the scorched corpses of fallen Hammer soldiers were allowed to slump carefully to the ground. Almost none had escaped injury, but his actions, and the meat shield provided by dead compatriots allowed the others to retain enough strength to contribute in the coming battle. Elsewhere, Hammer soldiers began their assault against the droid forces, and began to push them back using both their superior numbers, and ability.

"Await my signal, and then return fire. Fear not about striking me, but instead use my voice as a target." The soldiers were veterans of battle, having participated in several grueling conflicts, and they had become acquainted with their commander during that time. They knew he would be unharmed by their pitiful weapons, but their foes were still affected by the armaments. The shuttle continued to spew a thick cloud of smoke around itself, and the Arue'tii focused upon a voice calling for any survivors to beg for mercy. Begging was unfitting for the Knight, and he immediately became frustrated with the crass and arrogant manner of his enemy. Could it be that he might enjoy the battle as greatly as the Hammer warriors? Perhaps, the possibility certainly presented itself.

His mental state calmed itself for the briefest instance before he shot out of the wreckage, using the Force to amplify his natural speed. His scent led him through the fog, and directly towards the origin of the voice, and upon exiting the cloud, he laid eyes upon the monstrosity. It appeared to be a droid in every definition of the term, but the Arue'tii could detect that it was not entirely mechanical. The commander was remarkably tall, and immediately Abelain became cautious of his martial prowess. Despite that, he could not stop his charge, and he carried on directly towards the fellow, attempting to ram into him with his sharpened chitinous elbow leading the rush. It was his hope that the shock of the situation would send the abomination reeling, but he did not believe for a moment that it would eliminate him, only push him.

With a resounding and frightening cry, he shouted, "Here!" Blaster bolts followed the sound of his voice, swarming the area around him, and occasionally peppering his back with friendly fire. It wasn't as precise as actually seeing your opponent, but since both sides were fighting a semi-blind battle, it evened out to a substantial degree.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Abelain Narv'uk"] @Xis @Flannigan Mcnash [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Thraxis"]

It had been years since he used for force for anything other then cloaking the fact he was a force user. It was something he learned to keep at a distance, expecilt in this day and age where everyone tries to turn you to their side. He decided to regain his concentration. He looked at the civilians he just saved, "You all good?"

"Doin better then you mate." The lead man said. He was older and wore a white vest with yellow flashers. He was defiantly the Foremen for the ship yard, his lucky day.

Tydus looked at the man as his vision steadies, "I gata get off planet, could use a ship, you think you could help out?"

The man looked around at his men and the other civilian, "Only if you take those here to a safe place off planet, some of us still have family planet side so we are gana fight back."

Tydus liked the sound of that, a second line of attack to distract the Sith, while he and the rest of the Black Suns escaped with the loot. He pulled a Data-Cylinder from his coat pocket, passing it to the Foreman, "That should help you out, now ill take that info about the Shipyard, and ill get your people off the planet."

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

The Krayt Dragon's pearl
Allies: [member="Xis"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Tydus Wryeens"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
Enemies: The One Sith


Blue lights flew around Desmond's ship at extreme and dizzying speeds until finally they began to dissipate. As he exited hyper space a large vessel and the Kuat shipyards materialized before him. The space around Kuat was a chaotic conglomeration of lazier fire, ships, and explosions. Civilian vessels were flying out of the planets atmosphere and colliding with the drive yards exploding upon impact. The sight was one of horror.

Desmond flew close to large vessel titled The Paladin and immediately came under fire as a response. His Muurian Transport had no problem evading the fire from the main guns, but he was soon pursued by a squadron of One Sith fighters. Des flew wildly through the debris, dodging junk and blaster fire as the enemy continued to pursue him. He took a quick glance at his scanner, three vessels right on his tail. "YEE-HOO!" Des cried as The Krayt Dragon's Pearl jumped to max speed and Des killed the engine. His ship flipped lazily backwards compared to the forward velocity of the enemy pilots. When he was right were he wanted he activated the engines and fired on the closest target. It exploded in a gout of flame, while the Sith wing man to the left banked trying to get around and the other preformed a barrel role. Des made a wide turn upward and then faced the banking enemy fighter just as it got into position. The Krayt Dragon's Pearl fell upon him like a hawk. The pilot stood no chance. As Des finished his dive he pulled his ship up and found the third pilot on the run. Rookie, Des thought to himself and his ship closed the distance effortlessly. Desmond released a salvo of blaster fire and the ship erupted in a ball of fire.

"Yippie kai yay kriffin' karker. Come in @Cadan Tazi, this is Desmond C'artyom. I understand y'all are in a bit of truhble. I'm on my to way to pruhvide a little airsupport," Desmond called into his comms as he entered the planet's atmosphere, The Krayt glowing red hot all the way down. In his smuggling hold sat a carpet of large explosive devices ready to rein hell down upon the Black Suns enemies. Desmond smirked a little as he thought about the fireworks...

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis listened and watched as a group of ten men assaulted his comrades, Thraxis till sitting on his Beast decided to head straight and true for his objective. The Armory. " Yeah whatever, you wanna deal with this go nuts." he retorted to the Captain, the beast speeding across the landscape, out running the soldiers with a blinding speed.

In a few short minutes the beast bounced and pounced, a few soldiers trying to keep up, but the carapace of the beast and the Amory of Thraxis helped to alleviate the damage done. In a few minutes, they had finally reached the armory, breaking through the gate and locking it up with some metal pipes strewed about, though as for how long he had no idea.

Quickly Thraxis dismount the corridors too narrow for them to be atop one another, instead Thraxis took the lead, his one droid in tow for a few seconds before he saw the barreling lights head towards him, unable to move he stood there, a few bolts dancing of his armor before pulling out his Pistolas, taking a few shots before taking some cover. He waited for a second before he heard their echoes, the beast breaking into a pounce as it ran ahead, carving a trail of blood and guts through the narrow corridor.

Before long his Com fired up, Cadan complaining for some help, "Cadan, Flannigan told us to go ahead. You stayed behind, Ill be there when I get the armory secured." he complained, before starting his walk, his gun drawn as he picked up the leftover pieces, the droid to busy moving ahead and carving its path then doing an effective job.
[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Tydus Wryeens"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Factory Grounds
Equipment: In Bio
Allies Nearby [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Thraxis"]
Enemies Nearby: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]
Forces Nearby: Ten Warbeast droids, and eleven War droids

It happened in three frames of mind, 'what is that' 'what is it doing' 'and why am I now a couple feet in the air', his frame was tossed skywards or at least groundwards as he was a couple tons of cybernetics and landed with a terrible 'THUD', if he had still had lungs he would've been reeling with the shock the sudden collapse and the rush of air that would have escaped his mouth, he didn't even breath hard. He couldn't. "Shouldn't of done that." his clawed hand going to his face sliding across the face plate as if to remove blood from his theoretical lip's, it was the little things that stayed with one after the robotification as he stared at his clean bloodless hand, the phantom pains, the slight ache in his knee's that he knew he shouldn't have cause well he couldn't feel his knees.

He gained his full height his blocky form loosing bulk and gaining height, the coat began to rib as the cybernetic shredded their way to his full height, the light searing of the fabric of his coat as the pelting of the occasional lazier blast pattered across him. He moved his vibro-blade around feeling its weight and adjusting to it, he moved it in figure eight patterns before levelling it towards [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]. "I'd have your name?"

He moved towards [member="Abelain Narv'uk"], spinning the blade in his hand bringing it down in overhanded slashes, the hum and spatter of the weapon signalling its approach. The cyborg's attacks were not beautiful in sense of gracefulness, lacking the almost dance like style of the jedi, or the raw anger of the Sith. It was clean it was methodical it was mechanical, no motion wasted no tacked for look only strong heavy attacks powered by pistons, gears, and sprockets.

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[member="Xis"], [member="Hala Jast"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Darth Abyss"], [member="Vaulkhar"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Darth Banshee"]​

P.S​

Spoiler

Hey, just moving us ahead to combat hope I didn't over step my bounds.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Moving Towards the Armoury.
Objective: Stealy.
Allies: Black Sun & Co
Enemies: One Sith & Co.

Cadan ducked behind cover as he heard a strangers voice over the comms. "Just blow 'em to piece you kark!" Cadan said back to Desmond. Some air support would be nice and help take out some of these supersoldiers.

In a swift movement Cadan fired his wrist mounted rocket launcher towards some of the troopers, creating a distraction. In this time Cadan snuck around and began to run towards the armoury. "Yeah on me way you piece of shite." Cadan said back to Thraxis, Cadan let off a few shots to some simple security offices that got in his way.

By the time he had reach Thraxis, Cadan saw that the one warbeast had already dismantled some of the secruity officers. "Alrighty, Thraxis..." Cadan's sentece trailed off as he saw two sets of armour, under his helmet, his eyes widened. "I don't care what we 'ave to do, but we gots to get ourselves a set of that." Cadan said as he slapped Thraxis on the shoulder and pointed towards the armour. "Like we really gotta get ourselves some of that."

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Xis]

The doors separating the Dry docks from the rest of the shipyards opened wide granting access to the Falleen who walked hands tucked neatly behind his back. The workers were long gone by the time Xis arrived and what Sith reinforcements had been on board lay dead on the floor. That was the point of having droid troops. They knew no fear, a blaster bolt wouldn’t put them down nor kill them. Droids in many ways were the perfect soldiers in some instances. Without them this operation probably wouldn’t have succeeded. Exiting their respective ships the engineers came to Xis bowing their heads in recognition and respect.

“May I assume you all inserted your Virus’?” Xis asked looking directly at Tivor instead of the others.

“Yes my lord, we are simply waiting for you to activate them.”

“Good, secure the area and ensure I’m not disturbed.” Sinking to his knees Xis sat hands gathered in his lap, steeped together. Eyes closing the Falleen opened himself to the force while at the same time forcing it into his very being. The storm of energy built up within his core before leaking out in a rather unique way. The virus’ that had been uploaded into the ships navigation systems had one simple purpose, once activated they delivering commands to the navigation system to cause the ships to jump to a location as chosen by the creator. Xis had chosen a world far from Kuat and out of the One Sith’s diminishing territory. If anyone wished to get it or the location they’d have to get them from Xis himself which wouldn’t be happening.

Mind merging with the Virus’ one at a time Xis let a little outpouring of the force signal their activation. Thus they activated the ships that had once been junkers slowly broke off from the shipyards floating through space as dead hulks or what appeared to be. All the while their engines charging as the virus directed them like they were marionettes. Soon enough they’d be away from the shipyards and there was nothing more for Xis to do. “Come, to the military docks there’s one more ship we’ll be stealing.”



[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Tydus Wryeens"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Tydus recovered fully from his strain, and was on his way to the Motor Pool. He needed to reach [member="Xis"] before he left the planet, he was the escort of the whole Frighter Fleet, which meant the supplies as well. Tydus directed the deck hands he rescued to go to the shipyards and protect the ships he stashed away from the One Sith. This was his last chance to steal the vehicles they wanted. That's when the problems began.

A small squad of trooper boots could be heard down the hall from him, he did his Intel on all of the troops based here, but these ones were coming up empty on his implants database be stored. The boots were heavier, carring more weight then the average Sith Trooper. He was still wearing the One Sith Intelligence Officer Uniform, so in the spur of the moment he clinched his gut and began to limp, he would need to trick some of these troopers. Then they entered view down the hall, very military like as they turned the corner. Their weapons at the ready and moving slowly. That was until they saw Tydus.

As soon as he made eye contact with them he sighed in relief, then slammed his body against the wall as he waited for them. They still approached Tydus slowly, but with a quicker pace, checking the few corners there were in the hallway. It was slightly time consuming, but something a Real Elite group of soliders would check a building or hallway.

Say reached Tydus, but he wouldn't let them check him, all he said was, "Jedi..... Back that way..... Whole squads dead.... Already notified medical team..... Go kill that Kark." Tydus knew the Sith, getting a Jedi was a priority over a wounded officer. He hopped they would leave him be, but he was ready to have at least one of them stay behind.

The troopers just nodded leaving a stimpack for Tydus and continued on. The Pack would help him get to the nearest medical droid. They would continue on to where they were told the location of a Jedi.

As they turned the corner, Tydus took a sigh of relief, there was no way he could have taken on such well trained troopers by himself, armed with a Vibrodagger and a blaster pistol.

[member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Tydus Wryeens"]

The slightest inkling of pain crept up Abelain's arm as his elbow struck the metallic being. If he had been an ordinary human, it would have both eviscerated, and removed the opponent from the battle in a single swift movement. Unfortunately, the gleaming metal hide did well to protect against the sharpened chitinous appendage, and he had only managed to remove him from his standing position. The Arue'tii glared down at him, attempting to examine him for weak points upon what he could only assume had become his body, and barely paid any attention to the occasional blaster bolt striking him in the chest or back. Meanwhile, droids and soldiers fought one another tooth and nail for the right to the desecrated chunk of land.

The abomination regained it's footing, it's voice dire and mechanical as it warned that his actions would lead to further consequences, and that he should not have taken them. Intimidation tactics worked well upon the common combatant, but Abelain had grown upon a swampy world filled with monstrosities and strange beings capable of dealing death as well as a dealer dealt decks. When night beasts shriek chilling sounds at you, it becomes quickly apparent that sentient lifeforms have essentially nothing that might create fear. Naturally, the machine decided to swiftly disprove that theory by leveling a vibrating blade at the Sith.

Curiously, the next words to leave the enemy commander were not a threat, or a call for surrender, but instead a simple interrogative on his identity. That revealed a remarkable amount of information about the commander. First, and foremost among that list was that he didn't expect to kill the Arue'tii. The revelation came through a simple application of logic; one did not need someone's name if they were simply going to murder them. It was pointless to do such, and that made Abelain's confidence surge even greater than it had only moments ago. His hand dropped to his side, grasping at a hilt and withdrawing his own vibroblade with a flourish. His red cape fluttered slightly in the wind at the application, and he found that a gentle breeze blew through the newly formed holes. His blade was differentiated from his foe's by the runic lettering inscribed throughout it in ancient Sith.

"I am Abelain Narv'uk, Knight of the One Sith, and Explorer of the Order of Hazarin." It might have been nice to know the name of his opponent lest he escape his clutches, but Abelain felt as though inquiring about that information would dispel his theory, and leave it completely invalidated. Sudden overhead slashes rammed down towards his head, and his hand immediately struck upwards to repel the assaults. The blades clashed together with vibrant energy, sounding off with screams similar to those of wild animals as they lashed together for brief instances, and then separated to begin anew.

The blows were remarkably powerful, and the Arue'tii felt his hand begin to droop under every new blow. It was not as though he could not match that power, but being on the defensive meant that he was taking it all without giving any of his own. There was little fear of the weapons being wielded, as the Sith was fairly certain that they would not truly pierce his hide, but a measure of caution was never frowned upon, and thus he continued blocking the attacks. Once the hostile blade had arisen once more to strike down, he lashed out with his left hand, aiming to strike a fierce strike against his enemy's head, and hopefully send him toppling to the ground, wherein he could regain the battle advantage.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar watched as Abyss drew forth the Slug Thrower and aimed it at him. As the lightning arched towards him, the quick calculation in his head told him something all too simple. He'd make the shot before Vaulkhar's attack could get to him. Taking his focus away from the lightning, what had been put out managed to make the distance, but no longer did it continue to stream forward. Rather, he swung his sith warblade downward to cross over his body. Grabbing the hilt with both hands, Vaulkhar poured energy into the blade, imbuing it with the force in order to strengthen his hold and the weapon itself.

As the slug made contact, the blade broke into two.

The hilt was knocked from Vaulkhar's hand as the slug broke the blade and slammed into his stomach. He was sent flying a few feet back into a nearby home, shattered from the bombardment of the battle around it. The wood of the door splintered and shattered as he flew through it. The slug itself made contact with the stomach, causing an obscene amount of burning on his abdominal and some blunt force damage, but with the majority of the momentum broken by the dark side imbued weapon, it did not bury into the man's stomach. Vaulkhar groaned as he pushed himself up from his place within the rubble, coughing grime and blood. As he looked back at his foe, he could see Drogh had already begun taking shots before the impact even hit him.

Things had gotten interesting. Igniting his lightsaber once more, the orange glow coming to life in a blaze of energy, he begun a brisk jog back towards Abyss and Drogh. His body ached and he was in pain, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. The rage burned through him as his eyes focused on that of Abyss.

[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Drogh"]

Spoiler

I apologize for the delay, guys. Earlier this week I found out my appendix was ruptured, so my posting has been severely limited as I've been recuperating from the surgery.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Aces High

(OOC) The town I fly through is the one Darth Abyss and Vaulkhar are fighting in

[member="Tydus Wryeens"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Xis"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

Location: Skies above Kuat
Objective: Bomb One Sith forces
Allies: Black Sun & Co
Enemies: One Sith & Co.


The Krayt Dragon's Pearl began to cool tremendously as Desmond finally leveled out in Kuat's lower atmosphere and slowed his vessel. He made it no more then a few miles when he came under fire from One Sith forces. Des looked to his scanner he had two bogeys on his tail with two more to either side. They were attempting to pin him in. Blaster fire raked his hull, but the shields held. Desmond made a dive to the surface and just before impacting with the ground he made an almost ninety degree turn. The enemy fighters were still hot on his tail though, firing there blasters cannons the whole way down. Des realized he made a mistake when none of the pilots fell for the rookie maneuver. All had made the turn as well and worst he was now taking fire from the ground as well. At least I got out of the pin.. Desmond took the chase into a nearby town. He flew into the towns main road way and hit a jump trooper as he did so. The poor bugger his his cockpit window with a splat. Eww... Two fighters remained above the town while the other two followed him through. One of the enemy's fired a salvo of blaster fire at him while the other attempted to get a lock on him. Des turned The Krayt vertically then knifed right just as the missile left its chamber. The missile collided with a tower which collapsed on the rear enemy vessel while the first manged to speed through the debris. The enemy came out of an intersection just behind Des and began to fire upon him again. Desmond spotted a building still under construction and flew right through its weakened support. Unfortunately for the enemy fighter he hit a more solid part of the building. Desmond exited the town, but was quickly greeted by the other two fighters.

Desmond banked left in a attempt to get behind the other two fighters, but they both simply entered the loop with him. Desmond figured this would happen and had in fact counted on it. Due to The Krayt's superior speed Desmond was able to gain the upper hand in a short twenty five circles. I ain't been this dizzy since that Tarisian Red eye... He opened fire on the closest enemy and it erupted in a ball of flame. Then the hunted became the hunter. The forward enemy ship had peeled off and was now out of range of The Krayt Dragon's Pearl main guns. Desmond tried to get a lock with his torpedoes, but due to the heat rising from the distant desert hills he could not. The enemy pilot could not go up nor could he go down. It was only a matter of time. The fighter crested the desert hill and there was a split second where the enemy and the sky came into Des's view. Gotcha. Desmond fired his torpedo and it rocketed away impacting with the enemy ship and destroying him.

A short distance from the desert hills was the enemy armory. Desmond flew back into the air and made haste. As he flew over the enemy forces surrounding the armory he opened his smuggling hatch and let loose. This is the first time I ever had to dump my cargo without being forced to do so by law enforcement.. He watched as large explosions peppered the land around the armory. Not bad.. Desmond began to wonder about his true calling.