Where the streets are wild [GR dominion for Denon]

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

Location: Atrium > Corridors of the Enclave
Allies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Khallesh"] | [member="Durzo Qinvah"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Gael bar Ammon"] | [member="Fleur de La Fontaine"] | [member="Dallen Thayne"]

The shower of blast bugs ceased as the Dragon released his vice-like grip on the organic cannon, watching with fascination and glee as the atrium lit up with explosions big and small. Certainly some of their own perished in the process, but it was nothing compared to the hosts that would suffer a slow and painful death under the crumbling entrance. Its structure already worn from the firebreathers, flames, and stress in general, the wall had never really stood a chance.

It gave out with a groan and then collapsed in a cloud of dust and ferrocrete, thoroughly burying (and likely atomizing) whoever happened to be pushing through.

Kur-gal hefted the large weapon over into the waiting arms of another Warrior, himself already moving onward to a new target. With his contingent still fast on his heels, the Slayer moved through the crowd with Kraetos and amphistaff in hand.

That’s right. Amphistaff. The Magnus was still grounded for overindulging – much to its dismay – while he gave the rest of his companions a chance to gorge on Jeedai flesh. Fair’s fair.

Most of the Jeedai resistance seemed to be routed elsewhere, however, because nobody really tried to stop Kur-gal Kwaad in his tracks. Not a one. Usually he was the first to get a crowd of fans, being over eight feet tall and sometimes nearly as wide, but this particular strain was entertaining different priorities.

Maybe if he were Commander Val, the lack of worthy opposition would have infuriated him. He wasn’t, and so he merely ducked off into a side corridor, his goal set out clear before him.

 

[LT-137]

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

Aside from those that he had saved from the voracious reptilian slaves, there was no-one else in the protective bosom of the sanctuary tenement. While there were evident signs of a struggle displayed on almost every floor he had searched, it wasn't enough to prove his mounting suspicions. The Yuuzhan Vong were notorious for enslaving those they believed and deemed to be weak. It was a part of their recorded culture, at least the details some scholars had the pleasure of transcribing some eons past.

They used their captives as thralls, cannon fodder, and toys - inflicting all sorts of horrors upon their flesh so that these meager slaves too could feel the loving touch of their benevolent deity. Or at least, that's what he had read in some HoloNovel nearly a decade past. Such works were always subjective to the bias of their author, and it was possible that the man who penned the now forgotten title had hated these extra-galactic invaders. The Kel Dor couldn't fault the man for his choice of words, nor if his factual accuracy was derived from falsified sources. It was merely his opinion that had manifested in digital form, and thus that left only the reader to choose if his words spoke true - or were considered to be racial slurs against misguided peoples. However, if such a work held even the faintest glimmer of truth within the myriad pages of condescending filth, Vor'en had hoped if these missing innocents were taken alive - that such a fate would not fall upon them.

With the building cleared, and the family once again sequestered safely within their home, the Son of Dorin began moving towards the next towering domicile in the hopes of finding survivors. Instead, as he passed through the crystalline doors of the tenement's lobby, Vor'en was confronted by several Chazrach warriors that looked as if they had known what terrible sins he had committed against their brood. As his leather boots had kissed the crimson stained duracrete, he felt their ire rise with every passing second. It was inevitable that they would attack. Drawing up their Chitin Carbines and gunning him down in a hail of organic projectiles. An untimely end, for an alien that merely wished to do what was right. However, the Jedi was determined to deny them the chance and carry on with his personal objective. Thus, as they had done just as he expected them to do, the Kel Dor reached into the etheric tides of the Force and shaped his will into an unseen wall of energy. When their fingers had hovered over the mechanism that would catapult the deadly projectiles into their prey's flesh, Vor'en had slammed his manifested power into the Chazrach, knocking them from their feet and depriving them of the killing blow.

Reeling from the psychic backlash, the Jedi felt the sliver of exhaustion worm it's way through his athletic form. He had never pushed himself that far, and while the deed had saved his life - it placed him in a dangerous predicament. Had he gone any further, and it was likely that he would've blacked out, only to be subsequently torn apart by the ravenous pack when they had recovered their footing. So, even though he had nearly reached his limit, the Vor'en was silently pleased with himself for not over doing it.

Breathing in a heady mixture of synthesized helium and Dorin gas, the Kel Dor began to calm the raging tempo of his heart, that now beat thunderously within his breast. He had to be tranquil to recover his expended strength, and as the savage thumps of his essence slowed, power had begun to trickle through his veins once more. Breathing in yet another lungful of filtered air, the Jedi moved towards his fallen foes, and withdrew his Master's weapon. Igniting the blade with the signature sound of it snapping into existence and hissing as it devoured the oxygen in its immediate proximity, Vor'en cleaved their discarded weapons apart - leaving them with nothing more than tooth and claw. Even then, these tools could be used for dark deeds, but to deny them the method of which to acquire sustenance?

Was that right?

No.

As much as it pained him to consider such a notion, it wasn't the path he would walk. Instead, he would choose a different path, one that he believed would make his fallen Master proud. The Kel Dor, now partially restored, drew the diminished pack of Chazrach together, tugging upon their prone forms with all his aetheric might. Once they were embraced, the Jedi reached out into the distance and drew several bent and jagged pieces of steel that were jutting out of sundered duracrete blocks.

While it wouldn't look beauteous like a freshly oiled pair of binder cuffs, the improvised detainment device would do. Bending the ruined hunks of metal and wrapping the reptilian slaves within its metallic embrace, the Jedi had finally fallen back into the bounds of his mortal being and sighed - heavily. Exhaustion wore upon him once more, but with this defeated pack now subdued, the Kel Dor was free to continue searching for a sign that would point him in the direction of any survivors still isolated in the ensuing Chaos.

 

[Kay-Larr]

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

It was odd. This troupe seemed a bit disorientated and lost. They were cut off or without their chain of command and were looking to her for orders. She had been in the battlefield before, but normally she was getting told what to do or she was helping the medics with the wounded or dying. And now she was trying to save as many people as she could from getting caught up in the crossfire of this bitter war. It was a shame that such a heavily populated world was the target. A bloodbath. That was all that the Sith had wanted.

Kay looked to all of the men assembled before her, giving them a small reassuring smile as she spoke, "The battle is getting closer, which means that other Republic forces are too. I'll need one of you to send a message to them if you can, and let them know that we have an area clearing out for them to trap their enemies. Give them the co-ordinates and tell them that we'll have blocks free for them within the hour. The rest of you come with me to the tunnel entrances and cover the remaining civilians as they make their escape. I'll get to the officuals and tell them to get their law enforcement to do a sweep of the entire area. They should have the equipment and the speeders required. Sound good? Let's go."

She didn't wait for an answer, instead she just went back towards the tunnels. The crowds were thinning and that was a good sign. Kay found one of the officials that she had been working with on this trip and gave him the suggestion of the sweep and clear. He gave a thumbs up and started to get the ball rolling. So far so good.

 

[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"]



"Aye Ma'am" The lance corporal agreed without objection. It certainly seemed the woman had more expririenece than him, and the young man himself felt quite lost sean was sure. The 'platoon' ambled off toward the tunnels, the radioman and the lance corporal remaining with lady kay. Gripping his T-998 C nervously Sean kept glancing about. He expected to be stormed at any moment by untold numbers of vong, sith and who knew what else.


Some minutes later young Sean saw the aforementioned law enforcement on their speeders streaming out and fanning through the nearby area. They had broken off into teams of three while Sean and the three dozen men soldiers stayed at the tunnel.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

LOCATION: Decanting from hyperspace in Denon low orbit - buzzing the Jedi Temple
ALLIES: The Republic
ENEMIES: The One Sith
OBJECTIVE: Evacuation assistance

The D'Lessio sheared through Denon's mesosphere, aerobraking to shed pseudomomentum from a 0.18 decant.

"Status, Mister Adurak," Jorus grunted. The attack ship's compact bridge gave him helm control at the captain's chair; twitch wrong and he'd splatter his ship against a capital hull or spin out of control in the stratosphere.

The Arcona kept one hand pressed to his triangular head, specifically his earpiece. "Sir, I'm picking up Sith, Republic, and Jedi transmissions, as well as unidentified third parties. I detect no source patterns consistent with entrenched and well-defined positions. The Jedi Temple is the source of heavy comm traffic."

That was Adurak: wordy, but he could anticipate Jorus' needs. "Mister Vars -- ah, thanks." Vars, a Trandoshan, had just sent him an inset sensor window, focused on the Jedi Temple.

"Lifesigns," Vars grunted. "Energy discharge, nearby engine signatures -- fething mess down there, Cap'n." Vars returned to monitoring the battlefield sensor theatre. Jorus could probably twitch the ship away from a Dark Blade bombardment he didn't see coming -- he'd done it before -- but no reason to test even those good odds while distracted.

Djembara, Jorus' Socorran first officer and shield operator, squinted at the front viewscreen and the upcoming Jedi Temple. "Sir, apologies for stating the obvious, but if we get close enough for evac, we risk a boarding action. Possibly by multiple Sith Lords."

"No harm in saying what we're all thinking, Djembara." Jorus wheeled the D'Lessio in a tight loop and pitched the nose up. The attack ship groaned as the flat dorsal surface took the brunt of aerobraking stress. He goosed the engines to kill even more momentum, and then they were circling the Jedi Temple, well out of range of a Force jump. "Vars, key up the Lightbringer."

"Lightbringer nodes have a maximum range of fifty metres, and they suffer from multiple target telemetry issues. You planning on going down there, sir?"

"Feth no. Not yet, anyway." The D'Lessio twisted into a dive. "I just think Vars is good enough to work from a snapshot and use our velocity for an integral multipoint triangulation. Or, you know, two snapshots from the Lightbringer."

The attack craft slashed past the Jedi Temple with a sonic boom. Djembara twitched the shields, and one wing took off the head of a statue -- they were flying that low. Jorus pulled up immediately, weaving through densely contested airspace.

"Continuous snapshot achieved," growled the Trandoshan sensor operator. "Triangulating...done. And integral and multipoint aren't the same, Captain. One is a function, one is an approximation. I don't approximate."

Jorus grinned. Another inset window showed the location, alignment, and relative Force strength of every Force-sensitive in the Jedi Temple. It wouldn't stay current for long.

"Nicely done, Vars."

 

[Khallesh]

OOC/ Posting some general NPCs as no response yet to Khallesh.

Whilst the Republic has been napping the Yuuzhan Vong had already collected tens of thousands of thralls to work the fields. The planet had billions of citizens, Khallesh hardly felt they could be that concerned with such a small loss. Particularly from their Civilian Caste who didn't even fight. The planet was an urban forest to rival even gleaming Coruscant. Great spires stretched out to reach the heights where the air grew thin. The cities had deep roots, underworlds that caught only glimpses of light that seemed lethargic after its journey through the spires above.

The Yuuzhan Vong had dug in well. They couldn't occupy a planet, needed to maintain their strength for another time. Yet they had war beasts they could no longer support. Fire Breathers still plagued many of the lower levels. Virtually immune to small arms fire they carried on their rampage, burning anything that moved and leaving charred husks and crumbing buildings in their wake. Many collections of Chazrach, supported by Thrall Herders continued to make themselves a nuisance. In District Eight a surprise Khallesh had unleashed long ago was still rampant.

Keep your distance from the border with district eight,” Khallesh spoke clearly, her tone making clear what was an order and which was suggestion. “We happen to have more Bissop than we can train, so we’re unloading a rather large quantity of hungry ones on eight.”

But the Warriors focussed on the Republic locations. Perhaps the citizens would wonder: Did the Republic bring this down upon us? Should we have remained neutral?

 

[Break]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IG_MpgRw_-g

Location: Denon, landing.
Enemies: The GA and help
Allies: One Sith, Sith Assassins, Darth Ophidia
Objective: Rebellion.

As the light of the dropship turned from red to green Break thought about what he was truly getting into, the fray of battle he had long since left behind was suddenly working its way back into his life.

"On your leave Lord Commander."

the familiar voice of gamma filled the deck as Break gathered his wits and jumped into the fray. Wind flying passed his face roared in his auditory sensors. The rebellion below was starting to get interesting and Break figured it was time he take part in the action. He was closing in fast, he readied himself for impact and braced himself to redirect the momentum. He landed with a thud and rolled into a jump to direct his momentum forward and up instead of down. He looked around at his surroundings and noticed he was surrounded by unprepared forces of resistance. He would destroy them until he could find his first objective.

 

[Dallen Thayne]

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

The shouts and screams of soldiers on either side filled Dallen's ears as he methodically and rhythmically swept his blasters across his field of vision, putting bolts into the warriors of the Vong alongside the soldiers of the 102nd Task Force as they spread their squads out into a battle line after their deployment from the RAETs. An unending stagger of blasterfire poured into the bodies of the Youzhan Vong between the Republic soldiers and the Jedi Enclave their enemies seemed so intent on breaching. The Republic Commander frowned as he watched the large Vong creature blast his way through the rest of the front entrance and barrel inside, seemingly avoiding the Jedi's frontline defense. Was their objective to raid the location for an object then or what else was there besides more Jedi for the fool to run into.

Whatever the case, Dallen hardly had the time to worry about that as several of the Vong came towards them, risking the blasterfire to engage them. Watching a soldier beside him replace his blaster rifle with a standard vibroblade to meet a coming towards him, the officer ignored the exchange for a moment while he reloaded his weapons and kept the advance up with the rest of the battle line. Only once his weapons power packs were replaced did Dallen intervene in the flurry of blows the Republic soldier was immersed in with the Youzhan Vong warrior, hopping forward suddenly as he slammed his booted foot into the side of the Vong's knee, making the monster crumble as the vibration cell of the soldier's vibroblade bit into the alien's shoulder and Dallen pressed the barrel of his blaster against the Vong's head and pulled the trigger without sparing a glance at the now faceless corpse as he lifted his weaponry towards the Vong trapped between his men and the Jedi of the Enclave.

They would die to hails of blasterfire slamming into their backs or the bite of lightsabers beheading them from behind as no matter who they turned to face they simply were in a poor position. The only other way the fight could turn into was a pure brawl at this point, and Dallen was sick enough of the mess the Vong had caused already. Only the chirp of a transmission reaching his comlink made the Republic Commander pause in his advance as he stepped back while a squad moved up, adjusting their ranks to cover him as he stepped back and knelt down to make himself a smaller target behind the soldiers while he answered the communication. "Dallen here, clear."

"Commander Thayne we've detected a ship making approach near the temple, doesn't appear like a Sith signature but I don't recognize it myself."

Looking up himself to see the ship clear of the light dogfighting around the Enclave, Dallen frowned as it appeared to sweep about the area but made no move to act besides damaging a statue. "Lieutenant Vanquo keep the cruiser's sensors on it in case it becomes hostile but make no action yet." The last thing they needed was a Sith Lord in some customized deathray toting gunship to reinforce the Vong on the platform trying to push their way into the atrium. "Understood sir, we also have reports of attacks on other locations of the planet, and we intercepted a transmission sent to a com in your vicinity as it went through republic channels for Master Dorn. Relaying the playback for it to you now." Sighing as his glasses dipped down his face for a moment, the Republic Commander pushed his spectacles back up as he listened in as a criminal by the name of Ke'Cholo apparently was requesting leniency for help they had apparently given.

Tapping his fingers against the cracked permacrete beneath him, Dallen wished the noise around him was quieter in case it made it difficult for the other end to hear him. "Divert the other dropships we have on standby to drop off their compliments in district 8 where the most reports are coming from then have the RAETs go after whatever is loose in the lower levels, tell them to keep it tight with how maneuverability might be down there, but they should have the ability to keep out of reach of the enemy as well. Try and catch that [member="KeCholo"] on the comms before they depart as well if they still appear on sensors. Give them this message 'That while Captain Thayne of the Republic cannot answer on whether Master Dorn intends to erase his criminal record for his recent actions, but seeing as his people have some reason to have interfered so far, that the Republic Military will certainly pay them a sum of credits accordingly if they are willing to accept a request. To reinforce the soldiers of the 102nd in clearing out the 8th District, even be able to take charge on scene if the situation is advantageous to their experience." There were some credits always around to hire mercenaries for work here and there, Dallen hated using it, however, with the situation being so messy despite being contained it wasn't like he was going to count on a passing patrol squadron to be within staging range of Denon. So if there were allies he could convince to come to their aid that were already here then he would. "Let them know as well its easy work since the reports are of mindless beasts and not an organized Sith unit. We just need the extra hand. Oh and Lieutenant divert the RAETs here to support the others in clearing out those Firebreathers. Keep all Aureks focused on hunting down those damn Coralskippers for me."

Sighing as he stood up, the Republic Commander's glasses reflected flashes of light and flame as the RAET dropships fired a salvo of concussion missiles into groups of Vong that tried to rally against the soldiers pushing for the temple before turning about and speeding off, another pair of RAETs coming into view as they all disappeared around a spire. Hoping the criminals supported the sixty soldiers he sent to district 8 and that the gunships managed to reach the lower levels without being delayed by the detour of dropping off those soldiers and the tight corridors of the airspace further down the planet's towering cityscape, Dallen turned back to the enclave in front of him and slid his comlink back into place, noticng some of the 102nd lay dead from thud bug retaliation from the Vong. However, this situation wasn't ideal for the vong, they had certainly pushed hard against the Jedi, but they now had two fronts, the 102nd battle line pouring blasterfire into them, and the Jedi whose martial skill and lightsabers were their own threat. While it would be a few minutes, the rest of the 102nd would reach District 8 and hopefully link up with the mercenary force there while the four RAETs that carried them all took care of the firebreathers in the lower levels.

Raising his own blasters to add his fire to the rest of his men's, Dallen hoped he had addressed everything, it was surprising there didn't sound like a majority Sith presence to worry about as well. He'd take that as a blessing since it seemed there was no general in place, but then this was supposed to be a diplomatic mission, he was just here as luck would have the 102nd and the Testament were redeployed for patrol in the Western Sector and were close enough to be called upon. Whoever was in charge of the Republic Troops who originally came along for escort was either dead or unable to issue commands sadly he supposed. Looking inside the gaps in the front of the Jedi Enclave as the 102nd advance continued, Dallen squinted as he spotted a Vong ( [member="Khallesh"] ) descending upon a young woman ( [member="Fleur de La Fontaine"] ) wielding a blaster of all things inside. Frowning as he leveled his blasters, the Republic Officer adjusted his hands for a moment before firing a pair of shots for the vong warrior lunging at the girl. "Corporal push the right flank up and hook around, get our forces into the enclave so we can support the Jedi against those who got inside."

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location - the Republic Force enclave
Folks nearby:
[member="Khallesh"] [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] [member="Warok the Defiler"]
[member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Fleur de La Fontaine"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Dallen Thayne"] [member="KeCholo"]

The Ewok, mumbling archaic words of witchery to summon the dark side, empowering his body as well.
Mantic had the advantage though, being faster, stronger and with more stamina then his enemy.
Fighting any creature regardless of size was however something Mantic took very seriously. He had lit his saber and was determined to end the dark ones existance, nothing less.

The Defilers force signature was as large as any sith lord Mantic had met and that was what meassured him, not his physical size.

Having deflected his first quick flurry of strikes Mantic sensed the coming attack and moved inward, following the Ewoks sidestep and pressing up his saber toward the arm holding the whip. Should the Ewok proceed with the attack his arm would be pressed against the saber cutting forth to meet the arm in mid air. If the bear would choose to ignore that he might strike Mantics back with his whips, yet also risk take a grave hit to his weapon arm.

Should the Ewok choose to pull back his arm, Mantic would then continue his blade downward slashing against the creatures feet, with the intent of cutting them off.

 

[KeCholo]

''Sir, we've just received a message from one ''[member="Dallen Thayne"]''. He's requested we move our forces to his position in order to aid him, he says there will be a substantial reward involving credits. Would you like us to mobilize?''

Ke'Cholo tapped his foot rapidly as he decided on whether or not to head over there. Gunshots from District 12 echoed over to his position reminding him of the extremely volatile area. He puffed on his cigar as he decided on what to do.

''Has that Mantic fellow responded yet?'' he asked.

''No sir.''

''Will they erase my criminal record?''

''Possibly.''

''Patch me the Jedi's coordinates, Douglas will lead you in an aiding Dallen. I have other business to attend to....and bring me my Akk Dog''

''Yes sir'' the man sent several requests to the ships that were almost finished

A few moments later.

Ke'Cholo gripped tightly to his Akk dog as it sped towards [member="Mantic Dorn"]. It was odd for a man not to respond to a holomessage, especially one involving a massive aiding of forces. Something was up...

Ke'Cholo led his Akk dog over the various structures of the force enclave, shooting at Sith soldiers and Force Users alike. They shot back, but the dog was far too fast. Parts of the enclave were in ruins, it was the definition of a war zone. He eventually arrived at the dueling area, he watched the two swordsmen fight. Ke'Cholo got off his mount and yelled something so full of venom it could almost be felt.

''Hey, rat!''

His hands hovered over his pistols as he stared down [member="Warok the Defiler"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

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


At least she finally had some help. Even though the soldiers were green, she wasn't the only Republic citizen trying to help the people of Denon. All of those guarding the tunnels kept their eyes trained for movement in the streets. A handful of other civilians scurried across and past them to enter the tunnel. As they approached, the fear in their eyes was enough to prove who's side they were on.

Kay was glad at least that the transportation systems on this world was large enough to handle such a large scale operation. If it wasn't, then there would of been plenty of people on foot. They were all very lucky. Lucky enough to be safe from the fighting and lucky enough that they had the right mindset to leave right away. Some blamed all of the outsiders for getting them caught in the middle of some war that they didn't want to be a part of, while others were keen to realize that with a planet of their sheer size and population, it was only a matter of time before the struggle of control of the Galaxy was brought to their doorstep. While snippets of information was being spread of some people being caught and enslaved, those escaping now sided with the Republic as they clearly were being treated far better on their side. What people in their right mind would pledge loyalty to the very government that enslaves them and murders them? Everyone longs for freedom.

The crowds fleeing grew even smaller. Some of the law enforcement officers were returning, having finished their sweep. Perhaps twenty minutes more was all that they needed.

Kay looked to the lance corporal. "Not much longer now. We'll go with the last transport to ensure that none were followed. If the Republic bombs this place, we won't want to be anywhere near."

 

[Valintyn]

Location: Atrium of Jedi-Enclave
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Sanya Val Swift"] | [member="KeCholo"]

Lots of people started popping up. Lots and lots of people.

Warok didn't really like that. The chanting abated abruptly.

Rather than playing into the two-horned menace the Jedi presented him with, Warok chose to leap backward with assistance by the Force. He landed lightly a handful of meters away from the Jedi, legs bending, eyes narrowing. Another Jedi stood by the first one's side, her blades lit. And still a third foe came, a Duros wielding blasters.

Warok stared at them, then began to cackle with mad glee as he deactivated his light shoto and swung the length of chain around his body like a bandolier. The warlock clenched and unclenched gauntleted paws, facing his enemies empty-handed, but for those fists.

Suddenly, he made a sharp cutting gesture and barked, "Odojinya!"

Webs of dark side energy appeared around the first Jedi, Dorn, attempting to entwine around him and bind him tight. The latticework of energy would sap his stamina with sorcerous leeching if it managed to enmesh him, binding him up like a hog-tied boar-wolf. But if the strands met and bound him, they would slowly drain his connection to the Force as well.

Another word and more sorcery appeared, a sphere of atramentous power coalesced in the palm of his paw. He hurled the bolt of hatred toward Sanya's chest, a burning orb that would sear flesh and armor alike.

He chuckled again, giddy.

Warok looked to the spirits for the future. And the spirits whispered things to him. They told him his efforts would fail. The enemy would escape unscathed from all attacks. They whispered of defeat. They whispered of futility. And it was at them that Warok laughed.

"You know me not."

 

[Break]

Location: Denon, District 8: approaching Jedi Enclave on foot.
Enemies: The GA and help
Allies: One Sith, Sith Assassins


As Break fought through the small wave of soldiers he grew ever more aware of his surroundings as the holonet fed him his location. His first objective would be to grab at Enclave.

"Gamma, be prepared for an emergency extraction. I'm heading to objective 4."

"Yes, Lord Commander."

Break set coordinates towards the enclave and began to rush towards the battle between the Vong and GA resistance.
His legs, which were more than superior to their organic counterparts carried him faster and faster as he began to gain momentum towards his destination. As he approached his target destination he could see the battle of Vong and Dallen.
The droid rushed forward into combat without second thought.
Gripping his right arm power began to surge into the plasma canon mounted on his arm. Its glowing venom soon to find its mark he would save it for the useless opposition which stood before him. Hopefully the Vong would tolerate his help despite his artificial armor and body.


[member="Dallen Thayne"] [member="Khallesh"]

 

[LT-137]

Location: Junction Plaza, Between Districts Eleven and Twelve.
Objective: Protect the Innocent.
Allies: Unknown. (The Galactic Republic Armed Forces and the Jedi Order.)
Enemies: The Yuuzhan Vong.

Where the eleventh and twelveth districts had connected as one, the Padawan's search for survivors had ended. It was there at that junction he had found what he had been looking for, but as with all things, it was not entirely what he had expected to see. From his vantage point high above, the Kel Dor Jedi could see a massive vessel forged of Yorik Coral that had rested in what remained of some plaza, where before this invasion had begun, was considered to be one of the finest public meeting spots on the planet. Now, the legacy it had borne was tarnished by the theatrical brutality of the Yuuzhan Vong and replaced with something altogether more insidious. The duracrete plateau had been forcibly converted into a staging area, one that would see the extra-galactic invaders ranks swelled by the capture and detainment of Denon's populace. Dozens of Warriors bearing the vestments of their Caste patrolled the perimeter of their newly conquered assembly grounds while keeping rabid Canoid's leashed about their wrists. Their hooded eyes scoured the horizon, looking for a sign that the Republic Armed Forces had caught onto what was taking place. In between their staggered positions lay a large press of bodies - civilians by the look of them - that were being herded into the bowels of the massive crimson plated Slaveship. Those must be the people that were taken from their homes, Vor'en thought as he risked yet another glance over the duracrete lip of the overhanging bridge. Letting his silvered eyes devour all that he could see, the Jedi ducked down as soon as he felt the slightest notion that he was being watched.

It was more than likely that he had been seen, and his taloned hand slowly snaked down towards his belt in preparation for the inevitable. However, as the seconds began to pass him by and a muted silence set in, the Jedi realized that the element of surprise was still his. Were he not a part of the Order and hadn't known better, the Son of Dorin would've attributed this small victory to how lucky he was. Knowing that luck was merely a manifestation of inherent sensitivity to the Force, the Kel Dor was thankful that Ashla had guided the eyes of the Yuuzhan Vong Warriors elsewhere while he had taken in the scene. Breathing out a filtered sigh of relief, the Padawan slowly roused himself from the surface of the debris strewn duracrete and slid along its opaque barrier until Vor'en was above one of the first sentries. These were paragons of the Warrior Caste, clad in the dark ebony flesh of their Vonduun, and armed with a deadly amphistaff coiled around their muscular forearms. It was unlikely that he'd dispatch them as quickly as the Chazrach slaves he had faced hours before. So, in coming to that realization, the Jedi emptied his thoughts and cast his essence out into the rolling tides of the Force. There he had found the kaleidoscopic auras of the frightened populace resonating throughout the aether as they were driven into the bowels of the vessel by unseen hands. Wait, He counseled himself, Weren't these Children of Yun-Yuuzhan supposed to be visible in the Force? Something the records had said to do with their adopted Homeworld of Zonama Sekot? How had they removed themselves from its sight? So many questions accrued within his mind, clouding his perception and smearing the brilliant display of colors into an indiscernible haze.

Withdrawing his presence back into his mortal shell, the Jedi felt the urge to curse violently surge up from the depths of his breast. There was little he could do to save the people below, without having to resort to violence, and contrary to his desires - Vor'en doubted that these Yuuzhan Vong would freely hand over their rightfully earned slaves if and when he had asked them. He would need to act and soon if he was to have the upper hand against these significantly well-armed and ardent foes. If what the Kel Dor had read about these vile alien creatures was correct, the power glands of their organic battle armour played havoc with the harmonic containment fields of a lightsaber and provided these ritual warriors an edge when facing off against plasmatic blades. There was, however, fundamental weaknesses he could exploit. Places where his sword would find purchase and deny these warriors of their skill. Cauterized amputations and sadly... decapitations. Hopefully, it didn't come to that, but as the flurry of combat descended, anything could happen. He had to be ready.

Steadying the tremulous beat of his heart with a calming inhalation of filtered air, the Kel Dor Jedi unclasped his Master's weapon from his belt and brandished the extinguished blade in his dominant hand. It was now or never. Vaulting over the side of the bridge and letting the Force ferry him down to safety as he fell, the Son of Dorin landed atop the rigid crown of one of the Yuuzhan Vong Sentry's, throwing the pair down onto the despoiled plaza. Rising to his feet moments later, and feeling like something had ruined a sole of his boot, Vor'en ignited his plasmatic blade and swiftly disarmed the ascending warrior, denying him the use of his hands as he reached for the fallen amphistaff. Bereft of its attachment and bonded host, the venomous creature hissed in personified rage - before snapping out at the Kel Dor with fangs bared. With the pressure in his mind blossoming, the Jedi caught the uncoiled beast beneath it's gaping maw, forcing it closed with the tip of his taloned thumb.

Through the folds of his pressurized spectacles, Vor'en stared into glistening orbs that dotted the serpents angular face. Though nothing had resonated throughout the rolling tides of the Force, the Padawan could tell that this creature hated him with every fibre of its genetically engineered being. There wasn't much he could do at this point, for if he had allowed the Viper to roam free - it's master would command the amphistaff to attack the Jedi when he was least expecting it. Killing the creature would not only go against everything he had stood for, and while every part of his body had bayed for blood, the Jedi chose the route oft travelled. Instead of repeatedly smashing the serpent against the ground, and killing it through savage brutality, Vor'en had clenched his fist together and snapped the tensile spine of the amphistaff. Without its master to command the shifting of the crystalline structure on the atomic level, the diminutive Ophidian was disabled and removed from the ensuing fight - but still lived.

Tossing the amphistaff down beside its bonded Master, Vor'en looked into the fallen Yuuzhan Vong's eyes and saw something he didn't expect staring back. A look of admiration, perhaps? The Kel Dor couldn't tell, but that's what the Jedi hoped it was. Nevertheless, there was still work to do, meaning that such trivial divination's would have to wait until he was finished.

"I spared your life, Invader. Not because I am too much of a coward to take it, but because I believe that all life is precious - no matter how misguided they may be. I'm sure your people have ways to restore your hands to your body; however I want you to remember this day for the rest of your life. Know that you were bested by a Jedi and that when he could have easily cut your life's thread - he chose to spare you. Think of me what you will, but remember what I have said. It's unlikely that I would give you a second chance, should you decided to repeat your mistakes."

With his sonorous words voiced, the Jedi extinguished his plasmatic weapon and affixed the now silent hilt to his belt once again. One sentry down, nearly a dozen more to go before the Ship was his for the taking.

 

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

Location: Corridors of the Enclave
Allies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Khallesh"] | [member="Durzo Qinvah"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Gael bar Ammon"] | [member="Fleur de La Fontaine"] | [member="Dallen Thayne"]


With enough effort and explosives, the enemy outside could surely blow their way in through the collapsed entrance. Whether or not the building could take much more of this violent beating was uncertain, though, if the filigree of cracks adorning the walls was anything to go by. Kur-gal, as a seasoned warmonger and destroyer of things, gave it his professional consideration, and deemed the structure’s integrity to be in mortal danger.

Which was just fine, because he was planning on capitalizing on its growing weakness anyway.

The Dragon and his host of Warriors bounded down a flight of stairs and to the hole the vanguard had already fashioned in the floor with some creative use of blast bugs. Those critters were infinitely useful, Kur-gal found.

Off through the gaping wound in the marble they went, an odd dozen of horned, spiked, and hell-bent Vong.

The short fall was cushioned by the isolation padding lining the bottom of the pad upon which the Enclave had been erected, and with muffled thuds his soldiers followed. They slunk away into the darkness, keen eyes piercing the veil of low light as they advanced towards the cluster of support beams ahead.

They reached their destination and the group quickly got down to work, going through the motions with practiced ease. It wasn’t anyone’s first time blowing infidels up, and if they had any say about it, it also wouldn’t be their last.

When they were finished, plasma eels were wrapped around the support beams, hissing in content, and the foot of each pillar had disappeared under the trembling mess of fire jelly.

All they needed now was a spark.

An old Warrior separated from the rest, a clear limp to his stride. His left leg dragged behind him at a strange angle and his face was contorted in a snarl, but he didn’t let out a single sound. A Shai, of course. For a brief spell, the Warriors and Hunters and a Slayer stood there in solemn silence, honoring his sacrifice.

Then they ran like the wind.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location: Jedi-Enclave reception
Some folk folk nearby [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="KeCholo"] [member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] [member="Warok the Defiler"]

The Ewok leaped back in an attempt to prepare another chant, and in that way lifting its feet to avoid the slash Mantic had executed toward his feet.

there was however no break in Mantic's advance as he held nothing back. Mantic was very accustomed to the fast movements of force empowered movements. He had been trained as a jedi warrior since the age of four, combat being as much part of him as breathing. Instead of remaining on his place he instead followed close by, never leaving the Ewoks immediate presence. With the force burning through his being he felt the Ewoks build up of the dark side, in an effort to attack several of them.
He was grateful to see [member="Sanya Val Swift"] and [member="KeCholo"] appearing, but he gave no time to acknowledge that right now. Now was the time to end this foul being.

As the Ewok attempted several attacks between his rantings he also divided his power and Mantics strengthened connection to the light side via his talisman gave him a larger advantage then before. He could withstand the Ewoks attempt to bind him. It merely slowed him down somewhat in his leap giving the Ewok some time for its mad chuckle before Mantic had closed the gap and flew forth with the saber point meant to impale the hairy beast. He wasted no time in talking or pausing, he focused completely on the battle and to effectively gutt [member="Warok the Defiler"] then and there.

 

[Weiss]

Location - Touching ground at the jedi enclave perimeter.
[member="Kur-gal Kwaad"] [member="Khallesh"] [member="Dallen Thayne"] [member="Fleur de La Fontaine"]

The Denon authorites had not only asked the Republic for help to best the heavy illegal activities in District 12, but now there were rumors about a coup attempt. Sith allies had started a massive chaotic situation trying to bring the people into a state of fear.

There were a tiredness of the people of the constant attempts to point to the Republic as the ones that brought war to the galaxy. That false propaganda had been monitored so many times it had lost its edge in the free worlds.
At the end of the day it was so blatantly obvious who the constant attackers were. The hated Vong and their sith masters was not something to trust, and as Republic troops spread across the planet they were met by entusiasm and many were the ones wanting to join the fight against the greater enemy. The Republic was the only power truly protecting them, that much was obvious to the people.

The republic presence was a most welcomed part of the development and as the Denon local army was recieving more and more Republic reinforcement the public also understood that there was hope. Side by side Denon soldiers and Republic Marines organized defences across the planet, there were no specific Republic targets on Denon. @kallesh only hit local settlements and installations. Locations that the Republic helped defend.

On the massacred and destroyed parts of the city where the Vong had had their way with the civilian population the Republic reinforcements had located places to land without causing any more damage to the civilians.

Lke rain Republic Drop Pods followed by Heavy drop ships arrived.

One Marine unit hit ground in the same block as the Force Enclave where the most intensive fighting was taking place.

Weiss stepped out of his pod, grabbed his binoculars and zoomed in on the exteriour of the temple main entrance.

While his cigarr wandered from one corner of the mouth to the other he mumbled a few words of disgust and then hit the com.

"Alright ladies and gents. We got bugs and wanderers! One bug is bigger then the others..." secretly he wondered if there were any humans left in the worlds of the sith. He had seldom seen regular soldiers in the midst. But the thought was quickly shrugged off.

"I want snipers positioned asap and take aim on the big one." was his first order. [member="Sofia Annesley"]

"Heavy gunnery secure landing zones for the drop ships and light armor start stomping out bugs and wanderers that get too close to sniper positions."

The Republic Marine were accustomed to fighting undead as well as vong. It was unpleasant work but at the end of the day this was just another day at the job.

With military effectiveness they set out to proceed with orders.

He turned to his second and continued instructing.

"Contact commander [member="Dallen Thayne"] to give him heads up we are forming up nearby."
Thayne had made some impressive efforts to secure the interests of Denon and Weiss would want to keep a channel open to the commander should they need to coordinate their operations."

"Also Inform Supreme Commander [member="Willam Forlon"] that we have hit ground."

 

[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"]


A rumbling less than two city blocks away caught the Soldier's attention,and the civilians streaming into the tunnel. Two blocks, on foot that was about ten minutes away. The lance corporal looked quite shaken, and the majority of the squad wasn't doing too well either. Sean kept glancing around, looking for orders, help, anything. He hadn't killed anything in his life, hadn't even seen anything die yet, and here he was, likely about to fight for his life.

The lance corporal placed a hand on Kay's shoulder "Ma'am i'm going to need to ask you to step inside with the rest of the civilians, I'll have a small escort go with you" The LC clarified, summoning up five men to go with him and Lady Kay into the tunnel, leaving the remaining few dozen to try and fend off the enemie's advances

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Location: enclave
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Neutral: [member="KeCholo"]
Meatbag:[member="Warok the Defiler"]

Sanya would stand and watch the two fight it out for a moment till they hit a stalemate. The sharebear would jump back from mantic. The rugged looking ewok would begin to speak gibberish but as it did it's aura would radiate dark energy's. Not the same hint like a sith but a similar feeling. Watching as the orb of energy came towards her Sanya would point her blade tip first to simply burst the bubble. Laughing in battle was just a sign of either weakness covers up by crazy and I'll hopes or just crazy. But a simple smile was all Sanya had to do to strike fear. Letting the dark energy from her saber pulse into her; her eyes would begin to glow as she tilted her head side to side.

She could hear the sound of her vertebrae crack giving that weired satisfaction. "I was just going to watch a while but now you just signed your contract with death." She clipped her sabers together making the S shape and put it in her off hand while she built up energy in her palm. "Now I'm not a fan of talking to sith and I care less about hearing your last words. I just simply don't care for the care bear." She had achieved the right level of dark and light in her body to ai her in what was about to happen. She relied on both sides to give her the strength and power needed to do the job. That was simple as that. She knew that to much would be risky but surrounded by the dark side and always knowing your loyalties helped keep the path clear. With the deep breath in she exhaled slowly and smiled once more. Following Mantics lead on the attack Sanya leaped over the both of them with the use of the jet boosters in her leg armor. she'd twist her body as she was in the air so she would land facing the back of the ewok. Her hand would point towards the legs of the enemy and unleash the blast of energy with hopes he'd not have the chance to react and cripple it's legs.

 

[KeCholo]

Location: Enclave
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"], [member="Sanya Val Swift"]
Enemies: Vong and [member="Warok the Defiler"]

The Ewok suddenly jumped backwards, at this move Ke'Cholo drew his pistols within a fraction of a second and squeezed off several high powered blasts. His Phrik Westar 34's were at the perfect range for maximum damage, so Ke'Cholo used his precision aim to send cartridges of lethal energy at the Ewok witch. While doing so, he advanced forwards towards the witch in order to get into closer range and thus do even more damage. The Ewok, however, did not appear distressed. Suddenly, a second Jedi Ke'Cholo hadn't observed jumped into the fight and landed right behind the Ewok.

At this move, Ke'Cholo activated his fighting claws lest the Ewok or the Jedi attack him.