Ya'll Done Karked Up [CIS Invasion of Barab I vs Black Suns]

[Phoebe Draclau]

Nodding Phoebe followed after Isley. It had been an extremely long time since she had been in a battle such as this. She was not only from a different time but she was used to giving the orders. Getting her hands dirty was not something Phoebe was accustomed too but she didn't mind it. This was a nice change of pace for her in this new life for her. She was taking this new lease on life to be smarter about her choices in life. One thing she was certain of was that she wished to stay with the confederacy as they were the ones whom had taken her in. This was her chance to show her loyalty to them for all they had done for her.

The Master had been doing a lot of refresher training over the past few weeks. Since it had been ages since she had been able to use any of her Force powers she had needed it to hone her abilities to focus herself once again. It was a work in progress but she was ready to put it in action to see where she stood.

"I have your back down there. I'll stay close." She would stay close for several reasons. They were a team and as such ought to stay together even though she knew full well he could take care of himself. Phoebe wanted to be there to protect him the way he had been there for her. She also had more tricks up her sleeve than him. Things that not even him were aware of.

@[member="Isley Verd"] @[member="Lucien Cordel"] @[member="Servus"]

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Neskar A'toll"]

Down the Mandalorian went as her rounds hit home and the shockwave caused by the thermal detonator blast seemed to cause some damage to his jetpack's thruster, making him crash onto the hard, scorched ground. On the surface his beskar armour looked significantly scorched, but as so often appearances could be deceiving. With the distance between them and the ash covering it Moira could not fully assess the actual damage it had suffered, but she knew of the durability of the Mandalorian armour.

As she advanced forward, merciless, relentless, her opponent crouched and once more opened fire with his slugthrower, controlled, short bursts of thick, heavy, metal rounds being spewed towards her. His crouched position and the controlled fire aided his aim. Perhaps Moira could have evaded more of it if she had changed her angle of approach, but though she picked up the pace, dashing forward in a strong sprint she did indeed take a hit.

Or rather a few hits as she was peppered with slug rounds, in places piercing through her personal armour, causing dents here and there, or blowing small holes in it, for instance she momentarily slowed down and twitched slightly as one round struck through the armour plate protecting her left knee, another struck her face, the effect being rather gruesome as a piece of skin was shorn away to expose some of the metal that lay beneath it and formed her true skull, damaging it. For a brief moment her eyes flared up, flashing crimson behind the electronic photoreceptors before they resumed their normal human colour. Even as she came under fire she plucked free an incendiary grenade, pulled the pin and, expertly calculating the range and the force needed for the throw, powerfully tossed the deadly explosive towards the Mandalorian, her aim being to the jetpack go up in flames.

At the same time she brought up her Mark Two boltgun and fired, pumping out rounds as the weapon roared. They were less powerful than the mark one explosive bolts but had a faster rate of fire, the mark one being put on her back. Perhaps the fire would not be that accurate, but it should suppress him as she picked up the pace. Then suddenly she charged, sprinting the distance between them and leaping as she closed in. The compact flamer on her hip was pulled into her free hand and she brought it up to squeeze the trigger, a tongue of blazing flame leaping free from the weapon's nozzle, a jet of cleansing, scorching heat having erupted.

 

[Darth Metus]

The fireworks which erupted above, compliments of the Black Sun Syndicate, would have normally drawn the full attention of the Archmaster; in addition to the sounds of battle echoing about him. However, the entirety of his focus was placed upon the opponent before him and the task at hand: bringing her down. The exchange that then erupted between the Archmaster and the former Sith Empress was damn near simultaneous. In the instant that she extended her sword, beginning to manifest the golden light of malicious hunger along the length of her blade, Josiah raised his arm. While this motion was frivilous on its own, its purpose was that of an assistant to focusing; for with said motion came the culmination of the telekinetic feat that he had been brewing.

Like a serpent, he had slithered his grasp on the Force along the ground upon which they stood, and now it had spanned the distance between the two within the blink of an eye. In a manner similar to before, the young Master conjured into being a wall of telekinetic force. However, this one carried behind it quite a bit more bite than the first and was launching from underneath Ashin's feet. The strength behind it was bonecrushing: more than enough to splinter wood and dent metal with minimal effort; in addition to boasting the might to send the former Sith Empress skyward. Josiah had hoped that he could have concentrated on pushing the telekinetic wall higher and harder than the initial liftoff; but before he could even think to do so, his attention became otherwise occupied.

The golden light projected by his opponent came in like a wrecking ball, and was met with the reflexes of the human body. With his telekinetic "updraft" thrown, the Master's connection to the technique concluded and his attention was thrown upon the attack which now assaulted his forearms; for he had raised them in order to meagerly defend himself against the energies. What he initially thought was some sort of attempt to burn or otherwise maim surprised the ever-loving kark out of him, for the instant it made contact with him, it felt as though he had run a mile. With his eyes suddenly widening at the realization, he began an attempt to form a bubble of protection around himself; but had quite the difficult time mustering the focus or energy to accomplsh the task. It felt like he was attempting to shove a boulder up a mountain, so to speak.

Ultimately, he managed to project a hemisphere of azure energy about his form in order to combat the ravenous energies that sought to consume. The bubble of protection was weaker than that which he was used to creating; but in light of the pain wreaking within his abdomin and his sudden fatigue in light of the Empress' tactic, this was the best that Josiah could do. He realized that, if he truly sought to emerge victorious from this battle, he would need to put an end to the fighting quickly. As such, whilst continually placing focus on the maintaining of his bubble against the Force Drain, he also took time to center himself and draw calming breaths. He had it in him to defeat this enemy, of this he was absolutely certain...now it was just a matter of bringing it all out.

@[member="Ashin Varanin"].

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Josiah Denko"]

The Dark Side's best tank shifted her focus, reallocating the meagre energy she'd leached from him. That energy fortified her, surrounded her, and kept her bones from shattering as the vertical shockwave slammed into her.

And for the first time since the Temple of Pomojema, she flew. She'd torn or strained muscles in her legs and back, her portion of the Force unequal to the task at hand since she had just been busy draining him, rather than enhancing her physical form. It was, of course, a tradeoff -- the stolen strength bolstered her as she reached the apex of her arc and began to descend.

Her body groaned in protest as she slammed into the earth near him. Debris fountained up from a staggering shockwave that propagated through the scorched earth of Barab One. It was no airburst, no Force push, no overpressure, just a tremor designed to drive him to his knees. She rose and leaped the rest of the way toward him, touching down and stalling her momentum just at the point where she would be at extreme blade range, far enough that only Winterlight's point would get anywhere near him. Her strike was a two-handed affair, a slash for his shin as she stepped in quickly, forward and to the right.

She kept moving; it was a feint, though her stressed muscles could barely pull it off with the requisite speed. The strike withdrew and became a heavy chop straight at his breastbone, strong enough to bull the solid blade through a one-handed guard. She sought, ideally, to force him to lock up both blades and see if he could match her strength for strength.

 

[Servus]

The robot did not seem to find Servus near as entertaining as he found himself. In just a few moments he mentioned that he was leaving, and Servus glared at him curiously, he seemed to get out of there right away. Hm, maybe Servus didn't find him quite as humorous as he had first believed. Which was nothing new, he changed his opinion nearly every few minutes, he couldn't keep his head on straight in the first place. "You aren't as fun as I thought!" Servus yelled at the man as he walked away. Hm, he sensed something shady with the fellow, Servus supposed he would have to find out for himself.

Not long after the man left, a few droids appeared, and Servus smiled. They were the same type of droids that had transported him down there in the first time. "Welcome back droids!" Servus cackled as they slid the keycard and released him. Walking out casually, he walked to the locker harboring his things, and he quickly pulled them out. Putting on the purple overcoat he also grabbed his bag of explosives and slung them around his shoulder. He also grabbed the simple blaster pistol from inside the locker and turned to face the droids. "I hope you fellas realize this is nothing personal, I just don't like being locked up is all, not your fault but I life isn't fair." Cackling, he turned on the droids, and shot them in the head and continued to cackle as they fell to the ground.

Tucking the blaster into the back of his belt, he turned to the camera inside of the prison, and he shrugged his shoulders. "They started it!" He pleaded with the camera before he pranced off. For some reason, unknown to him but very clear to all of the readers ( Namely via the force), he had always had a knack of finding people. Once he had come in contact with their presence he could track them pretty easily. He pinned in on the robotic fellow and he headed in his direction, but he had a better plan, he had a feeling the guy was going to try and make an escape. Plus, with all of the other people on board the ship, he figured why not make it impossible to get off? Well, he guessed their could be a couple of implications, namely if anyone of his "allies" tried to get off the ship.

Heading to the escape pods, he went to work, outlining the entire entrance with C-4 and also lazily tossing them into the escape pods as he walked down the aisles. He cackled madly as he did so, feeling the presence of @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] heading in his direction. "Ah, so you'll make it easier on me then!" Strapping a little of the C-4 to himself, just as a "safety" precaution. He knew he had a mission, but really, this was a lot more fun. He hadn't strapped an explosive to himself in quite some time.

Stepping outside of the hallway of the escape pods, he wandered the hallways, running his hand down the walls looking for his target. Maybe he wasn't going after the escape pods after all? Oh well, if anyone tried to escape, it would make for quite a nice show.

 

[Feena]

If there was one thing that ticked Feena off more than anything else, it was when anyone thought it was okay to touch her mind and speak into it. Invade her brain, interrupt her thoughts. She had important thinking to do, and being interrupted mid-idea was horribly damaging.
Except when it was Keter. When it was Keter, it was never anything more than a gentle nudge, a reminder that he was there for her. She appreciated it.

As she pulled out her anxiety medication, another voice that wasn't hers interrupted. Familiar. Family. Zaiden.

Zaiden was here. Why?

No, she knew why. As the ship entered the planets atmosphere, Feena swallowed another pill. Zaiden was the enemy. The enemy of her people, and my extension, herself. She had hoped not to put them both in this awkward situation, but her duty came before anything else.

Zaiden... You will find me on the outskirts of the city, west end. The camp is well protected. Do not try to enter. If I have a free moment, I will come to you.

@[member="Penumbra"]
@[member="Keter"]
@Serock Hoath

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden smiled, ever the noble courageous one his sister. She was everything he wasn't, in everyway he wanted to be. But she expected him to stop at the edge of the perimeter? Come now Feena, he thought to himself, you know me better. Continuing at his swift run, he knew he would reach the encampment soon. With this in mind, he chose to wait until he reached it to activate his Force Cloak.

I think I will come to you sister, he thought as his enhanced eyes began to pick up the many guards nearby. Throwing his Cloak up around himself, the Hand of the Fringe - it's sole stealth master - began entering the camp. Moving silent as the wind, the Supreme Lord of Val'halla smiled when he saw his sister nearing as he moved.

Unless the camp held a master of Force Sight or Physical Enhancements to a greater degree then Ember Rekali, Zaiden didn't feel a threat. Either way, he came under the flag of peace. He...

He needed to see his sister...

@[member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

The reflective mask gave away nothing, and yet hid everything as Daxton sensed the presence of several powerful Force Users in the system. Yes, indeed this would be a most interesting battle indeed, considering the dark motes he detected floating in the great galactic abyss. In response, he muted his own presence to the point where his Force signature would be a dull shadow at best.

Flexing his fingers, he gave his apprentice precise instructions for the mission ahead. "You should be sensing the presence of strong foes on the planet below. This is a most excellent opportunity to test your skills in the field of battle. They are probably going to be assigned to protect the planetary governor. Our mission is to capture or kill their asset and show to them how worthless they are against our forces. You are authorized to use lethal force, so show me all that you have learned. Is that understood, my apprentice?"

Without another word, Daxton headed to his combat shuttle which would take him and his team to the ground below, down to the charnel fields he called home.
@Vael'roth Kon @Isley Verd @Shinju Ayasha

 

[Hira Mitsae]

As he had suspected the trip took an eternity, probably because the female dictator had ordered him to hide his knife. "Damn woman." he thought with a slightly amused smirk on his face, few people could keep up with him and even fewer of them had been women. Not that he should have been real surprised, seeing as she was also one of those Jedi magicians. He coughed softly as he stood up at the sound of their arrival, with a chuckle he then said: "Well, My Lady Archon, it seems we have arrived. What is your bidding?"

@[member="Feena Mason"] @[member="Keter"]​

 

[Ak'lya]

Six weeks undercover ducking the Suns and Fringe, and the Bothan was sick of it. The CIS was finally here, and he would be out soon. But they needed to win first. Armed with his J1, KYD, and a handful of grenades he had taken from an arsenal, he went off to find his assigned target.

As he hustled off, he drew the KYD. As he came up, Strask managed to spot his mark. @[member="Moira Skaldi"] was in the process of flamethrowering a member of Talon squad. The bothan took aim and fired, emptying the J1 and the KYD into the target's neck. The high volume of fire should do some damage, at least.

 

[Neskar A'toll]

@[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

The Mandalorian smirked shortly, but the smile faded from his face. He kept his armoured finger prised on the trigger, another fiery burst erupted from the barrel of the slug-thrower, hurling the steel-tipped metal slugs across the sky. It was as much as he dared, as he glared at the brandished incendiary grenade. Halting his fire, he drew back suddenly, daring not to turn his back on the 'borg. The slugs had shredded a portion of her armour, and a piece of her skull was showing. Neskar tried not to close his eyes in disgust, but that was the limit for him. He had hoped not to face her alone, but that may have to become true if this continued like that. He was sure he could hold her off, but to what cost? He was in this for the money, not for dying on this godforsaken planet, like some common sell-blaster. Snapping back into reality, he deemed it necessary to evade that grenade, cos... well... fire hurt.

He dropped the aim of the slug-thrower, and released his tight grip on the stock. His hand flashed towards the gauntlet on his right arm, the one controlling the jet-pack. Neskar assumed whatever temporary damage had been done to the right thruster had worn off, perhaps it had over-heated due to the close proximity of the thermal detonator, but that didn't matter. The thruster roared, and spat fire, and Neskar leant backwards, the thrust of the rocket lifting him into the air, and he bent his knees, thrusting himself from the ground, allowing him to successfully evade the incendiary grenade heading straight to him. The grenade impacted with the ground, throwing up a storm of flame, rising into the air at a great pace. It nipped at his heels, but otherwise he had avoided it! He landed with a heavy thud, and took a step to stabilize himself. He raised the rifle, firing a quick burst into the flames, hoping to deter the 'borg. He doubted she could last in the fire for long, maybe it would melt some circuits or whatever. That would be good, either way, as it gave him time to make a decent plan, and time for his back-up to arrive. Time soon enough, he thought, a scowl coming to his face as he drew back more, away from the blazing flames, checking his flanks, hoping to be aware of any attack from the front.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Neskar A'toll"], @[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

Moira had actually also been unleashing her mark two boltgun, pumping out explosive rounds while the incendiary grenade was tossed through the air at the Mandalorian, and then after detonation closed in to unleash her flamethrower. Regardless, it was rather unlikely that one incendiary grenade would conjure up a storm of flame that would rise up into the air. Especially since such a firestorm would have caught her opponent.

In any case Moira did not offer her opponent a reprieve. The heavy metal slugs had shredded parts of her armour, the hard and tough metal alloy that formed her skull was becoming visible, but that did not stop her. She was designed and programmed to fight, she did not no mercy, nor did she give any quarter. She did not have a jetpack, but she was fast, very fast, so while the Mandalorian was shooting and looking into blazing flames that could not be that spectacular, seemingly thinking she was in front in the line of fire, she dashed and came in from the flank, the flames providing some cover for her approach, her steps being light as she made her way over the scorched ground.

An assassin droid could be almost silent when it needed to be, most useful traits. Laserfire coming from small blasters, fired from what her HUD identified as a Bothan, came shooting her way, and she dodged, though nonetheless a few rounds impacted upon her shoulder and neck. Iron skin armourweave offered only moderate protection against energy weapons, but the Bothan was not using heavy arms and so the armour was scorched in places, but underneath she was made of metal. She twitched slightly under the fire and shook herself a bit but pressed on.

Appearing at the side of the Mandalorian she brought up her flamethrower and pressed the trigger, sending, a tongue of blazing flame leaping out of the weapon, searing, cleansing heat that was meant to engulf and burn him. Even the vaunted beskar armour would be able to take only so much as the flames shot out. Her free hand gripped her mark two boltgun and she fired a semiautomatic volley of deadly explosive rounds, meant to kill or at least suppress the Bothan, since they would cause damage from blast and shrapnel as well.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

War was inevitable, and in being so had long lost the interest of the lethan. Still she found herself compelled to follow Ashin in her somewhat foolish attempt to stay true to a dead alliance. There was nothing to gain in this endeavour, the Black Sun Syndicate was doomed to fall, regardless of whether the Fringe helped them now or now. Unfortunately for Anaya, Ashin had a trait that many others did not, she inspired people to follow her, people that were normally found unwanted by normal civilization, people that had skill sets in things such as torture, destruction and betrayal. Despite it all though, Anaya had dug her heels in when the dropped out of hyperspace, securing herself a spot on the bridge of Starfall where she could watch it all happen, but participate in nothing.

Yet when the voice of Josiah Denko came across the chatter in comms threatening the former empress, Anaya couldn't help herself. She wanted to watch Ashin rip the idiot apart. Abandoning her front row seat of the invasion she moved for the hangar, her own aleph-class fighter waited for her. It screamed out of the hangar deck, weaving between battles, her fingers acted on impulse, firing on stray targets when neccesary taking no time to marvel in the organge blossoms that erupted from her handiwork, the fight streaked for the surface, following the blip on her radar that was Ashin's own fighter. A sonic boom broke told of her coming as she broke through the atmosphere. The fighter shot over the heads of the duelists with an enemy fighter on her tail, its fire screaming past her hull.

"For feths sake." she muttered. She'd only come to watch the show and this fool wanted to ruin her day. Speed and maneuverability were on her side as she found a canyon to slide her fighter into, twisting between great fingers of rock that reached up from the ground, it didn't take long before the red dot on her tail disappeared in a ball of fire as he misjudged his own abilities to weave like Anaya was. Nuisance dealt with, the twi'lek slowed her pace and returned to where the fun was happening, circling above like a vulture as she decided how to make her move.

@[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Josiah Denko"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="Neskar A'toll"] @[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Keter]

@[member="Feena Mason"] @[member="Serock Hoath"]

It wouldn't be long before they landed. He could sense his wife's disquiet. He would have to comfort her in a quiet moment once they landed. In the meantime, something to focus her mind on would help. The blond looked at their companion in the shuttle. "So, what's your story, big man?" he asked idly, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, propping up his head with one hand, the image of a bored audience.

 

[Feena]

The instant they landed, Feena unstrapped herself, jumped to her feet and rushed out of the ship, fully expecting both her companions to follow.
The camp itself had been mostly put together. Rows of tents, each ready to receive new patients, guards standing by the exits, dozens and dozens of healers...
And now they had Feena. She held tight to her medkit as she marched across the camp.

"You two-" she snapped, stopping to glance at @[member="Keter"] and @Serock Hoath over her shoulder, "You may talk while you help get the cargo unloaded."

She approached an officer, signed his data pad to confirm that she did arrive with the supplies.

"I will be back shortly. I need to wash up and prep my area."

It was a good excuse. A good chance to slip away for a moment. Zaiden would never hurt her. And if he did, well, then clearly she was a fool and deserved it.

@[member="Penumbra"]

 

[Feena]

By the Rules stated within the "Warring Factions" section, the Confederacy officially claims victory over the Invasion of Barab I.

2. Both factions must have a mimimum of 5 members per side. If either faction cannot meet this requirement within 72 hours of the beginning of the invasion, that faction forfeits.

The Black Sun Syndicate only has two members who have posted: @[member="Domino"] and @[member="Hacker"]. 72 hours have officially passed since the invasion began, therefore we claim victory over this thread.

 

[Domino]

@[member="Feena Mason"]
Our side of the fight also includes Fringe people, so our faction has supplied the required opposition for this fight.

 

[Darth Metus]

@[member="Domino"] - I talked to an RPJ about this in advance. Allied assistance does not count towards the five member minimum. Without five members of the Black Suns present, the Invasion is forfeit. [@[member="Sarge Potteiger"]]

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[2/22/2014 9:48:14 PM] Big G - Posting Mode Active: Rule Question
[2/22/2014 9:48:17 PM] Big G - Posting Mode Active: "2. Both factions must have a minimum of 5 members per side. If either faction cannot meet this requirement within 72 hours of the beginning of the invasion, that faction forfeits."
[2/22/2014 9:49:06 PM] Big G - Posting Mode Active: Does the required five members include allies? Or is this meaning that the invading faction and the defending faction both have to have 5 members, from their faction, on the field?
[2/22/2014 9:49:14 PM] Sarge: Latter.
[2/22/2014 9:49:20 PM] Sarge: Allies are a whole different rule set
[2/22/2014 9:49:31 PM] Sarge: if say, the defenders don't have five
[2/22/2014 9:49:36 PM] Sarge: but the invaders don't either
[2/22/2014 9:49:40 PM] Sarge: teh defenders, I'd imagine, would keep the planet
[2/22/2014 9:49:43 PM] Sarge: as it was already theirs
[2/22/2014 9:49:50 PM] Sarge: and the other side didn't do enough to warrant claiming it
[2/22/2014 9:54:14 PM] Big G - Posting Mode Active: So if the Suns don't bring 5 Black Sun defenders within 72 hours, we win?
[2/22/2014 9:54:52 PM] Sarge: Yes, so long as CIS has five writers in it

 

[Domino]

Well we all know what time it is now then.

 

[Darth Metus]

Couldn't agree more. GG @[member="Domino"]