Where the streets are wild [GR dominion for Denon]

[Mantic Dorn]

The Jedi Enclave building
Folks nearby: @Khallesh | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Durzo Qinvah"]
[member="Turin Val Kur"] | [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Soell Alberio"] [member="Lady Kay"]


The daunting sensation of something that was being torn apart rushed through the temple. It was not something physical but a great dark tremor in the force.

"Something horrible is happening..." Mantic gasped as muffled moans from the walking dead mixed up with the terryfying shrieks of the Vong warriors rushing toward toward the temple hungering for more death.
He held up his saber in two hands, to give himself a steady stance as he started to prepare himself and build up his force valor for the expected onslought. there was but brief moment of silence before the door suffered a powerful hit from the great beast [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"]

"How could it have come to this...?"

He barely heard [member="Gael bar Ammon"] over the commotion but quickly nodded to him.

"Yes, save as many as you can..." he whispered in response. "May the force be with you senator..." he never turned his head away from the gates and for that he watched as a hole was torn open in the metal giving the wicked Ewok room enough to perform his attack.

It was not the first time he had faced a chain whip lightsaber - it was a dangerous tool, hard to master, yet he had learned a few tricks that might give him an advantage to it. As [member="Warok the Defiler"] intended to come down above Mantic the jedi did not take a defensive stance to await the attack but with extreme speed leaped upward and tumbled past the Ewok causing the crackling whip to swhoosh past thin air bellow Mantics feet. With the distance closed in Mantic then initiated a flurry of attacks meant to force the Ewok into a defensive stance instead. With the force valor combined with the empowered strength of his Force imbued Gloves Mantic's strikes were not only extremely fast but each attack held a surprising strength to it. If the Ewok had ways to defend himself from these attacks Mantic would end the flurry with a force push knocking the vile little creature hard into the far wall.

 

[Valintyn]

Location: Atrium of the Jedi Enclave
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] (dueling) | [member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="Gael bar Ammon"] | [member="Fleur de La Fontaine"] | [member="Turin Val Kur"]
Allies: [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] | [member="Khallesh"]

The moment Mantic's feet leave the floor in a jump Warok's left hand shot out in a Force Push meant to slam him back into the ground, momentarily disabling the Jedi of the chance for a frantic flurry of mad mid-air attacks.

Warok landed lightly on the ground just in front of Dorn in a slight crouch, tiny knees bent in readiness. A flick of the wrist brought the chain whip rattling back and into a steady, constant clockwise vertical spin around and around on Warok's right side. The Ewok twisted his paw slightly and the chain slapped out down, diagonally. The crimson lightshoto drug a furrow through the ground and spit up a spray of sparks before it came whipping back up and around, back into the vertical spin on his right-hand side.

The warlock gnashed his teeth and began to chant quickly in the tongue of his people.

<Speed of the spider, come to me, by the blood of my ancestors I call on thee. Strength of the gorax, remember my cry, I the shaman who you cannot deny. Spirits I hear you, now heed me, lend now the powers of destruction anew.>

The bone fetish he wore 'round his neck began to glow ominously.

 

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

Location: Atrium of the Jedi Enclave
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="Gael bar Ammon"] | [member="Fleur de La Fontaine"] | [member="Turin Val Kur"]
Allies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Khallesh"] | [member="Durzo Qinvah"]

“Tiu-... tu!”

The growl reverberated low in his throat, then burst out with a vengeance, freezing a temple protector in fear just long enough for another Warrior to slither his amphistaff under the Jeedai’s guard, impaling him through the armpit.

But it was not for this reason that Kur-gal bellowed and bayed like a beast possessed. It was the screaming of his brothers and sisters still outside the enclave that had him pivot on the spot with all the force and gravity of a small mountain. The advancing Yuuzhan Vong forces split around him like a river, and if salmon were over two metres tall, horned, and wore armor, then perhaps the Dragon might’ve been mistaken for one in that moment. He tilled through the oncoming Warriors and mounts and beasts and chazrach, never even noticing when the furball breezed up the slope of his tower shield and into the air.

His flaming gaze was focused almost exclusively on the broken Mern-Kanehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/58104-mern-kane-1-chazrach-sentinel/ dragging itself through the door. Its eyes were alight with pain – or maybe they simply reflected the fire raging all around the city – and whatever was left of it below the waist was sliding wetly some two feet behind it. Not a pretty sight, even if you were used to it.

With a single decisive hack, Kur-gal’s blade came down cleanly through its head and across its back, ending its life and severing the hive and the arm from the main body in one fell swoop. Economy of movement was one of the first rules of combat they ever taught you as a Warrior in their culture, and even though the Dragon wasn’t one of their caste, the teachings remained the same.

The Magnus gave a screech of protest as the Slayer sheathed it for the first time since he and Commander Val had landed on the planet, cutting off the gluttonous feast that had followed months of fasting.

Hooking the dripping remains of the sentinel’s upper body around his massive neck, Kur-gal gripped the modified arm, and then he squeezed.

And the air lit up with dozens of buzzing projectiles, all hungry, all fast, all homing. Beautiful, beautiful blast bugs.

“Duwin tiu’o, motherkarkers.”

 

[LT-137]

Location: Hab-Block B, District 11
Objective: Protect the Innocent.
Allies: Unknown. (The Galactic Republic Armed Forces and the Jedi Order.)
Enemies: The Yuuzhan Vong.

In all of his life, Vor'en had found himself asking a single question over and over again within the bounds of his mind. What had it meant to be a Jedi? Was he to succumb to the outlandish ideals forced upon impressionable youths, that the Avatar's of Ashla's might were Heroic Knights, bending the very fabric of the Universe to their capricious whims so that they could claim to be Defenders of all that is right and genuine? Or, was he to believe in the words of Scholars, both present and past, that the Jedi were creatures of Selflessness that sought to bear their blessings to the benefits of others, and not themselves. Sufficed to say, despite all his deceased Master's teachings, the Kel Dor Padawan was still unsure what the mantle of responsibility he shouldered meant. That was until his journey wandering the stars in search of answers had crossed paths with the embattled world of Denon. The young Jedi had arrived mere days before the fighting had broken out, and as the first bolt was discharged, he had done everything he could to ensure that many of the Civilians in the bowels of District Eleven were safe. Including the family that had offered him sanctuary within their habitation block as the skies began to thicken with the presence of an alien scourge.

Not once, during the entire engagement had the Padawan withdrawn his Master's weapon, believing that in doing so would mean that all resorts had been expended. The Yuuzhan Vong had co-existed with the Sentients of this galaxy, or so the records said, and that meant there was a chance to turn them from this destructive path. That notion had fluttered out of his mind the moment iron-shaped claws wrenched the door to his domicile from its housing. It was evident, by their intentions alone, that violence was the only path they would understand. Thus, in the name of his former mentor and those he sought to protect, Vor'en withdrew the Watchman's symbol and ignited its plasmatic edge. Bathed in the topaz light of the thrumming weapon, the Kel Dor's silver eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he watched them react to this sudden revelation. They expected easy prey to reside within these duracrete walls, not an Exemplar of the Light.

He felt the frigid touch of fear caress their minds as they stared at his ignited weapon, and took his measure. It was unlikely that they had borne witness to a Jedi of Dorin decent before, and were unsure of how to act. His instincts had demanded that he smile, despite the fact his mouth was far more alien in nature than the what was considered the human standard. Quashing his primal nature and sealing it behind an enforced barrier of will, the Kel Dor activated the external vocabulator built into his toxin filtering mask.

"You're trespassing on private property, and you owe these gracious people a new door."

He had fully expected his words to fall upon deaf ears, and as they snarled in response - Vor'en knew that he was merely wasting his time in trying to reach them. Like the stories of yore had foretold, these creatures were bred for a sole purpose. It was why they existed, and why they lived. Anything else was tantamount to heresy, according to their kind. They had no word for peace, nor innocent. In their eyes, All were prey. Thus, as their snarls grew into deafening roars of projected rage, the Jedi had brought his newly kindled sword before him and prepared for what was to come.

The Chazrach fell upon him without a moment's hesitation, clawing their way across the debris-littered floor as they advanced. Humble beasts that may have known another life had their ancestors not been enslaved and driven to become nothing more than cannon fodder for their masters. He felt pity for these creatures. He pitied them as his molten topaz edge tore through their scaly hides, and felt a sliver of remorse worm through his consciousness as their lives flickered and faded. While their masters would unlikely care that two of their slaves had perished in some run-down residence, the Jedi felt the opposite. He would know, that these pitiful creatures were slain by his hands, and their last moments would be etched into his mind for the rest of his days. It saddened him that their paths had ended with such finality, and were he able to, the Son of Dorin would've wept.

However, despite such reservations slowly fingering their way through his ethereal barrier of will, the Jedi had work to do. There were more than just this kind and gracious family to defend, and such a task could not be accomplished whilst engrossed within his sorrow over the lives he had taken. Rousing himself from where he had fallen, Vor'en turned towards his benevolent hosts and had thanked them for their hospitality - and that when and if he survived this small scale invasion - he would return and make amends for the shorn door and the corpses he would leave upon their floor. He knew that if he asked them to dispose of the bodies, and to afford them whatever courtesy they could offer, would've been a wasted effort. These enslaved reptilian soldiers had broken into their home and sought to end their lives. What he asked of them, belied all reasoning. Though, in his heart, the Kel Dor knew that all life - no matter how tainted by the darkness it may be - was precious and thus was to be treated with respect when that life had ended. While it was far from what he had desired, Vor'en would take comfort in the knowledge that his Hosts may choose the righteous path.

Leaving the family to their own devices, the Son of Dorin moved throughout the lower halls of the habitat block with his extinguished sabre, and set about scouring the despoiled corridors in search of others that required aid.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location Force enclave
Folks nearby | Dune Rhur | Gael bar Ammon | Fleur de La Fontaine | Turin Val Kur
Kur-gal Kwaad | Khallesh [member="Warok the Defiler"]

the Ewoks attempt to force push Mantic back into the ground gave Mantic a faster descent toward the ground yet the outcome of it had been what Mantic had sought. the Ewoks attack weith the chain had missed and Mantic empowered with speed, even more Force valor and strength from the gauntlets and his sigil of hope withstood the sinister Ewoks attempt to press him to the ground. Instead he had every opportunity to press on with huis flurry, strikes showering down on the small defiler as Mantic utilized it all unto [member="Warok the Defiler"] - if the Ewok spent his time talking instead of parrying it should be hard to for him to not recieve any strikes

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Denon, Atmosphere (Entry)
Objective: Kill Sith
Enemies: Rebels
Allies: Republic & Their Allies
Music: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

Many people who knew the Kuhn family knew little, if anything, about the enigmatic step-daughter of Alric Kuhn. A paper trail, possibly, could pinpoint the soldier among the ranks of the Mandalorians, and while that wasn't entirely incorrect - another trail, a photographic one, might lend her likeness to the wilds of Wild Space, where a woman in lightweight armor carrying a large sniper had been spotted before the assassination of a tyrannical war lord. The only thing that might have been entirely true, or at least beyond the shadow of a doubt, was that she had been the apprentice of the Sword of the Jedi some ten years back, and that her mother was the ill-fated late Silara Kuhn - known more infamously as Darth Vitium or Atrophia within the ranks of the One Sith.

So why wasn't the woman with the Sith?

Lisette stood in the rear of a dropship, something she'd "borrowed" from her little sister's company on Teta, as it flew towards the site of a major upheaval kick-started by the sycophants of the Sith. There was no pilot onboard - besides Lis - and it had the coordinates set on autopilot. In other words, she was preparing to crash land into the middle of battle. She was wearing the armor that some Mandalorian mercenary had gifted her when she'd made an attempt to purchase it, nothing too special, and was carrying her twin sabers in either hand. She'd thought about bringing the little stuffed bear she'd carried with her practically forever, but thought it'd be too inappropriate for combat. Besides, no need to get rid of the last memento of her mother she had left. "One Sith, two Sith, I wonder how many Sith will I kill today." She muttered, her eyes narrowing to slits as she brought up her focus. She'd need quite a bit of concentration with the force to know when, exactly, to leap from the soon-to-be-falling dropship.

"In one hundred and fifty meters you will arrive at your destination. Automatic emergency shutoff of thrusters activated."

And so began the descent, fairly close to the Jedi enclave.

 

[Valintyn]

Location: Jedi Enclave
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Nearby: [member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="Gael bar Ammon"] | [member="Turin Val Kur"] | [member="Fleur de La Fontaine"]
Allies: [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] | [member="Khallesh"]

Warok continued to chant when the human pressed the offensive, the stream of words flowing from his lips in a sing-song tone. The power of the animal spirits coursed through him, giving him speed enough. Warok danced backward, away from the assault, not seeking to parry, but only to duck and weave, utilizing that sacred first rule of any martial combat: footwork.

When an overhead blow came swinging in, Warok sidestepped, then, struck with the chain whip, stretching a bit to add some range as the light shoto hissed through the air toward Dorn's upper arm.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Temporarily delayed till I know sith assassins are here

 

[Khallesh]

Location: Atrium of the Jedi Enclave

Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="Gael bar Ammon"] | [member="Fleur de La Fontaine"] | [member="Turin Val Kur"]

Allies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] | @Kul-gar Kwaad | [member="Durzo Qinvah"]

Khallesh had her attention drawn to the furious screeching of one of the Jeedai as it unloaded a blaster pistol at her. [member="Fleur de La Fontaine"]’s bolts struck her torso and arms as she brought them up to shield her face. Her Vonduun armour held under the torrent, but a brilliant blossom of pain erupted in his flank.

She wasn’t of Domain Shai, didn’t see self-induced pain as a way to bring oneself closer to the Yun’O. Yet Khallesh Val welcomed any pain that was earned in battle.

Two quick steps to the side gave her a moment’s reprieve as she reached for blorash jelly. When dealing with Jeedai she knew well that mobility was one of their greatest strengths, particularly if they refused to engage up close. With an almost lazy backhand she flung it for her feet. If it made contact it would bind her to the ground as surely as duracrete, and even if it missed it would seek out that limb slowly. But Khallesh wasn’t finished.

Crack

The sound was remarkable, reverberating around the atrium. Her Arachnostaff unfurled as she whipped it at the Jeedai. Its snapping head arced towards the girl’s arms, looking to sink its fangs into exposed flesh.

 

[Dallen Thayne]

Location: Denon, Approaching Jedi Enclave via Dropship
Objective: Kill or Drive off the Enemy
Enemies: Vong, Sith, Rebels - @Khallesh @Kur-gal Kwaad [member="Warok the Defiler"]
Allies: Republic & Their Allies - [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Fleur de La Fontaine"]
Music

"Shuttled off to the other side of Republic Space and the western quadrant falls apart. It leaves one saddened to discover their old hunting grounds under attack, and I missed the battle on Togoria as well. . . " Pushing up his glasses to cover up the glare in his eyes as he lowered the datapad rife with reports of the incident below, Republic Commander Dallen Thayne checked the countdown timer on his comlink to distract himself as the pilots of the RAET called back they would reach the Jedi Enclave's location momentarily. With the Testament in orbit, Dallen was surprised with the efficiency of the enemy attackers at the very least. It was clear this wasn't a grand invasion, yet they had still managed to land an adequate number of soldiers to assault the Jedi Enclave with it sounded like and provide local rebel elements an opportunity to crawl from the shadows.

Still, the deployment capabilities of the Hammerhead Cruiser in orbit was more than enough for him to handle the situation. The enemy was clearly going to be restricted by how many soldiers they could actually put on the Jedi Enclave's platform as well as by the space they needed to keep available to engage their foes. That also meant the 102nd Infantry attached to the Testament were restricted as well, which was why Dallen was content with having only two dropships make the first approach with half the aurek fighter escort while the rest of the warship's compliment held back as reinforcements for the reinforcements one could say if they needed. It ought to be more than enough to make it fairplay down there for the jedi, though just in case the ysalamir with the second wave is ready in case additional Sith arrive, right now it sounds like a mostly vong party down there.

Well they would find out Dallen supposed as the timer he had set went off, soon drowned out by the thump of laser fire and the sounds of explosions outside the dropship. Nodding to the soldiers of the 102nd resplendent in newly equipped Echani Shield Suits like himself, the Republic Officer was quick to stand, checking his custom blaster pistols as the transport rattled and shook before the feeling of deceleration hit the troops in the bay before the doors slid open, exposing the platform just ahead of the entrance of the Jedi Enclave below the ship, beam turrets live as they burned streaks across the permacrete. At the same time the flash of an explosion as one of the escort fighters chased a coralskipper by, the vong craft clipping the edge of the platform and spiraling out of sight as Dallen reached to drop his rappel line like the soldiers of the 102nd beside him were already in the process of doing, the forward laser cannons of the RAET blasting at the vong monsters on the platform covering the Republic Soldiers as they began to jump, sliding down their lines, some firing their blaster rifles as they did so, until the sixty men and women that Dallen had organized into the lead reinforcements were on the ground behind and among the Youzhan Vong. Many forming perimeters while they organized into squads and opened fire on the enemy. "All soldiers push forward, keep vibroblades on hand if they opt for close quarters, focus fire to overwhelm their armor and push them toward the enclave, trap them between our battle line and the Jedi."

 

[KeCholo]

Location: District 12
Objective: Evacuate
Enemies: One Sith
Allies: Black Tie Syndicate, [member="Miss Blonde"], Republic

''Sir, we've managed to rally the gangs in District 12, they're repelling the One Sith forces.'' a senior communications officer approached Ke'Cholo. He reported success on all fronts, but suggested a quick evacuation since the gangs were rallied and Battlewell didn't need to stay in any long engagements.

''Good, good...get me in contact with a senior official on with the Republic'' the officer nodded as he tapped on his datapad. Ke'Cholo looked around, he was watching his troops leave the district the same way they came...quickly. In only a moment, Ke'Cholo would have a secure connection to [member="Mantic Dorn"].

''His name is Mantic, he is also a Jedi.'' the officer whispered to Ke'Cholo just before the line was opened.

''Jedi Mantic'' Ke'Cholo didn't exactly know how to address the man.

''District 12 is being purged of One SIth and Vong. We've armed the gangs in the area and instructed them to fight only O.S. and Vong. I'm now evacuating my men. I have a special request however, in return for my actions I ask that all my criminal records be purged from Republic. The name's Ke'Cholo.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Denon, landing.
Objective: Rebellion.

The Phasma glided gracefully down to the planet. Denon was already a battlefield and it was time to fan the flames. The Yuuzhan Vong left blood and terror in their wake. They were the perfect element of chaos, the fuel for the fires of revolution. Their thirst for blood was unquenchable and their methods brutally efficient in their simplicity. Reports from observers told of the Jedi Enclave in full combat. District Twelve was still not in their hands, but it would be or it would be reduced to rubble. Plans were in motion and time was of the essence.

Darth Ophidia turned from the bridge of her ship and plucked her helmet from her seat. The beskar shell slid onto her pale head like a glove and fastened itself. She pulled the hood up and fastened the little magnet to the top of the helmet to prevent it from coming loose. Ophidia's tsaisibola slithered up from her seat and curled around her waist like a belt. It knew what came when the armour was mounted; it knew what was in store. Death was coming to Denon.

"Darling, war protocol: Death before failure. Understood?"

The pilot-droid named Darling chattered in reply, positive by the sound of it. Ophidia clasped her hands behind her back, striding from the bridge and towards the ship's exit. There were targets in need of elimination. Inie, minie, many, moll, for whom does the bell toll?

 

[Tanith Alde]

Location: Denon
Objective: Rendevous and protect Civilians and VIP
Enemies: Vong, Sith, and anyone that tries to harm the objective
Allies: Republic & Their Allies [member="Lady Kay"]


"We had one of those at training you know...a trench" One of the men murrmured, glancing out over the rim of the makeshfit barricade they had hurriedly thrown together out of hovercars, crates and scrap. "We can't exactly dig a trench idiot, unless you want to personally dig through several feet of durasteel" Another snapped at him. The 'seargant' only a lance corporal was cowering nearby. They had been hot dropped into combat and abandoned. They had a seargant, and an officer but, both had died on impact with most of the platoon. The men were looking at the lance corporal for direction, his only reply is "Platoon form a line to my....oh Kark it....Theres rifleman out there, we can't jeopardise ourselves like that. Kark the Republic, they've left us to die in a hole"

Sean wasn't optimistic, especially not when the orders came through on the company's only working radio. They were to move out, to rendevous with a vip [member="Lady Kay"] and the civies she was trying to protect. The Lance corporal relunctantly formed the men in a line and marched them out. Sean was near the rear of the platoon, clutching his rifle nervously. Every few minutes the earth tremmored but, they hadn't run into anything yet.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: E
Allies: GR, Good people of Denon, [member="Sean Ailín"] and co.
Enemies: Those opposed.

Kay watched the crowds as more people flooded into the transport tunnels to escape the fighting. There must of been tens of thousands in this part of the city. She had never quite encountered a world so populated before. With a lack of natural terrain, it was hard to direct them of where would be safe for them to escape to. But at least there was one option available to them.

One of the city officials waved her over, so she weaved her way through the crowd towards him. "Miss Kay, word has come through the chatterbox that some soldiers are on their way to protect you and our fine citizens. You should go up there and meet them before they get lost."

"Music to my ears. If they've got a good commlink channel to the Republic Forces overhead, then when it's safe, we can inform them of our plan. I'll be back shortly."

She bowed her head and then weaved through the crowd again as she made her way up the stairs and out onto the street. Kay squinted her eyes as she readjusted them to the light and then looked for the soldiers. They had to be around somewhere. She heard the heavy footfalls of boots echoing off the buildings. It was hard to pinpoint their location. So she ran down the block and rounded the corner. That was when she found a small troupe of them.

 

[Tanith Alde]

Location: Denon
Objective: Rendevous and protect Civilians and VIP
Enemies: Vong, Sith, and anyone that tries to harm the objective
Allies: Republic & Their Allies [member="Lady Kay"]


The squad came to a halt as Lady Kay stumbled into view. No one quite knew how to react to the woman appering around the corner. Then slowly recognition dawned on the LC's face, he had seen Kay's image before, on a set of high ranking records. "Shape Up" He called hurriedly, the fresh face platoon, if it could be called that, forming into a rough line of saluting men.

The lance corporal approached the former politician and saluted again, somewhat redundanlt "Ma'am, I understand we're here to help you evac some civs? That true?" he asked. Sean tried to glance over the soldier of the man infront of him to get a glimpse of the woman

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: E
Allies: GR, Good people of Denon, [member="Sean Ailín"] and co.
Enemies: Those opposed.

Kay raised a brow slightly, but saluted back. It probably looked funny, as she hadn't saluted anyone before, but couldn't help herself in this moment. They were all new to this, she could tell by the looks in their eyes. She looked to lance corporal and nodded. "Yes, sir. We've got them heading down into the transit tunnels. We need to be sure that we get all of them out of danger. Time to search the buildings and be sure that everyone got out. I can get others to help as well. Do you have scanners to check for any heat sources that would come from living people? Some might have been too scared to leave their homes, but the city officials have ordered everyone out. It would take too long to go door to door, so we need every advantage that we can get."

Their numbers would certainly help in that area. And maybe it would be just the sort of task that these green soldiers would need. The sounds of battle grew louder, as if it was drawing closer.

 

[Tanith Alde]

Location: Denon
Objective: Rendevous and protect Civilians and VIP
Enemies: Vong, Sith, and anyone that tries to harm the objective
Allies: Republic & Their Allies, [member="Lady Kay"]


The squad looked quite unnerved by the nearby sounds of battle. Even the leader, the LC had only gotten his rank by seniority, not combat valour. Sean bit his lip.

The lance corporal answered quickly "Fraid Not Ma'am. We lost most of our kit in the crash. All I can offer is what you see here. We're light infantry, standardized kits, no recon or scanners on us" He explained with a sheepish expression. "But we'll do what we can. You can bet on that" He paused, glancing about as a fire bloomed in the near distance "What can we do?" He seemed quite anxious to get gooing, Sean noticed. The young private himself wasn't all too eager to get 'stuck in' himself

 

[Sal Katarn]

Location: Denon, LZ

Kade strode behind his employer, [member="Darth Ophidia"]. The Mandalorian said nothing, for what words can be said to a foreigner when you ready yourself to kill for her? The blood knight of Kelborn curled and uncurled his fingers around the grip of his Czerka assault rifle, tense before the fight. And afraid.

What man would not be? Yet Kade knew his infatuation with the terror, with the heady spiking of adrenaline and the sudden onset of fury ran deep within his bones. He'd tried to put down the beskad, but he always seemed to find a reason to pick up the blade once more. Always once more. Just this last. Just once. A red-soaked repetition, dyed with the blood of men.

Kade shifted a shoulder and glanced down at his wrists. A flamethrower mounted on one, a micro rocket launcher on the other. How could these be the same hands that held his son and daughters? And yet they were, because he was a Mandalorian and he would not be ashamed of what his hands had done, or of the honor and wealth he had earned for his clan.

The Kelborn set his jaw and swept the scene of the LZ lest some errant Republican try to end the life of his employer before the assault had even begun.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Location: dropping down on a small fur ball and helping a Jedi friend
Objective: assist
Allie: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Meatbag: [member="Warok the Defiler"]

Sith, Vong she hated them both literally. They are disgusting beings who deserve nothing more than a swift death. If Sanya had it her way every last one would be claimed by her sabers so she could relish in the souls it collected. She was still no Jedi but the weapon they could use when they couldn't do the task them selfs. When word that operations here had been interrupted she made haste getting here. Her ship swooped over the top of the enclave to where she threw her self out feet first. She could see on her way down that the attack was already happening so she would have to move fast. Coming close to the top the jets in her leg armor would slow her decent down but enough to leave a large impact crack where she landed.

Sanya would jump down a few levels of the building till she was on the third floor. Smashing in a window she could already hear sounds inside of sabers flailing around. The usual sound for centaxday. As she kept a brisk walk through the enclave to find anyone she seemed to have walked into Mantic and a fuzz ball. "Urrmmm am I ment to kill it or send it to somewhere as a malfunctioning toy?" She said jokingly igniting her blades.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Denon
Allies: Sith and Vong enemies.
Enemies: One Sith, Sith Assassins, [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Objective: Stop the Sith Assassins.

Inside his own Phasma-Class Infiltrator, Black Mercury, Darth Kentarch watched as the rebellion unfolded. As a founding Sith Assassin, Kentarch knew their strategies and tactics, their methods of infiltration, their removal of important figures. Watching the holo-net the Sith Lord witnessed the speech from the green eyed speaker. Sith propaganda, the rhetoric was spot on. This Rebellion was being orchestrated by the One Sith, their plan to stop the Republic's take over and pave way for future One Sith expansion. Kentarch was no One Sith however, after the coup on Coruscant he decided not stay behind, and the new government that branded him a traitor for it. Remaining a holdout for a Dark Lord and a return to the traditions of the old, the rogue Sith Lord would continue to fight the followers of the Rule of One.

"Take us in." Kentarch said to his own droid pilot. The infiltrator slid undetected through lower atmosphere of the planet. "Put us down." He said pointing to the rooftop of a building. Clad in black robes and his presence concealed, the Sith Lord exited his ship to the roof of the building. Before him was a burning city engulfed in revolution. The Sith Assassins would be fuelling the chaos by eliminating key targets. His mind pondered whether it would Ophidia or Ferus targeting those who had been 'marked'. "I need a list of all high priority individuals." He said, touching his ear piece, talking to his support staff aboard the Black Mercury. "And look for any other signs of Phasma Infiltrators." As he finished speaking Kentarch jumped to the street below. The hunt for the hunters was about to begin.