Re: MyrkrYo, Kane this is the corvette 'mindstorm', im here to improve you fire power ranks Chaos ranged over the intercom"Str-17 go into evasive attack support actack actions, well use our speed over their strength. Chaos looked at his weapon count Lock all missiles and ion cannons on to that, Meridian ship or what ever it is, and knock out its sheild generator and her hyperdrive,"
Chaos shook his head Man i hate Imps, makes me want to bend Vader over my knee and give him a nice long deserved spankingAs the mindstorm reached it firing designation Chaos repeated over the comm
Kane do you read me, this is Chaos i cant play with these big boys for long, Im just a little tych, requesting a little bit of backup before release the rest of my buzz droids on these punks.
The Mindstorm burst in to animation with a jolt it released a barrage of missiles and ion fire strait to the heart of the Meridian. Chaos sighed he hoped it would work.
Edited by: Chaos Maxtor at: 7/3/07 4:31 pm
Re: Myrkr"This is Colbs, Commander of the SSD ARC HAMMER II and the Venator ARC HAMMER I all outlaw ships are welcomed aboard for refuel,repair and refit."
Colbs turned back to the map. The firts SD was limping away. ARC HAMMER II had opened up on the second. Colbs watched as the fighters swarmed it, harrassing the enemy TIE fighters. Scores were going down everywhere.
" Bring us around fire that proton torpedo, aim for the bridge."
Colbs crossed his fingers, one hit to the bridge would take care of it.
"Sir we ahve another SSD in the area, Its Imperial, we believe the admiral is onboard."
Colbs whirled, "WHAT!!! hold that last order DEMP cannon at full capacity open fire when we get in range, Ensign JP give me 200% on our engines."
The ARC HAMMER accelaerated towards the SSD all weapons ablaze shuield full. ARC HAMMER II came in behind overshadowing the smaller Venator, heaveyu turbolasers pounding away at the shields of the Imperial SSD.
"Activate shield generators 1 and 2 3 and 4 on stand bye."
Bye for now
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(7/4/07 9:38 am) Reply
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Drake Pollard
The lone figure of Drake Pollard sighed again as he looked out across the field of battle. Yet again, despite the treaties and the promises, the Empire were alone in warfare. The Sith had apparently lent aid to the Galactic Underworld in the form of a single Star Destroyer called Semper, and anything that went with it. As the Venator-class pounded fire into the shields, Semper fired the starboard turbolasers upon the first of Hathoruodo's Imperial-class Star Destroyers, and quickly destroyed the bridge, sending the wreckage spiralling out of control. The High Admiral looked down at the statistics, and didn't grimace. The Imperial fleet had lost the Super Star Destroyer, a few Star Destroyers, and a couple of smaller capital ships. The Underworld's fleet had lost quite a lot of ships, though Renze's fleet had suffered minimal damage.
Either way, whilst the damage seemed fairly even across the two fleets, the Empire had a superior-sized fleet to start with and that gain increased with every enemy ship that went down. And whilst the Imperial fleet didn't seem to be exceptionally more powerful than that of the criminal organisation, the starfighter corps dominated. Thousands of TIE fighters and interceptors swooped through space, blasting apart the much smaller ships in the enemy fleet. The Imperial starfighters were over four times more numerous than the Underworld's corps, and whilst the TIEs were inferior in strength and shielding, they were good enough to make up for that without a numerical advantage.
The battle wasn't going perfectly, by any means. It should have been a mop-up battle in space and a more difficult battle on the ground. But the Underworld had somehow massed a monolithic fleet by their standards, and were surviving much longer than expecting. Drake didn't doubt that they could even win against an inferior tactician. But he wasn't an inferior tactician, and he knew how to handle the situation. "Tilt all Star Destroyers forwards ten degrees, fire all turbolasers at the ship furthest to the left until destruction, then reaim for the next furthest. Eliminate each ship individually." Drake watched his men go about their work with his peripheral vision, not taking his eyes off the battle raging far ahead.
With a fleet of Star Destroyers and interdictors, not to mention a large quantity of superior TIE squadrons, they should be able to clean up the rest of Kane's fleet immediately, or persuade him to flee. It was, however, not something that could be counted on, and the position of High Admiral was only awarded to those that understood the possibilities of being incorrect in assumptions. Making contingency plans for every eventuality would aid the Imperial victory, and Drake had them all laid out in his mind, watching for enemy moves as he would in a game of holochess. Squads of Eta-2 fighters launched from the vessel, providing a great nuisance for the Imperial TIE Corps.
Regardless, Drake anticipated the next move and recalled a quarter of the TIEs, over 250 Fighters and 100 Interceptors, to pull back towards the fleet. When the enemy launched their ships to aid the ground army, his starfighters would be ready to intercept and destroy. The Sith would pay for their involvement with a defeat here, and perhaps something further afterwards. But that was not for Drake to decide, and without High Command knowing that he was back, he knew that the position for Starfleet Representative would go to a different High Admiral in Hathoruodo's absense. As these thoughts flickered through the back of his mind, however, he kept the front of his mind fully concentrating on the battle at hand, and any developments within it.
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(7/4/07 10:02 am) Reply
Re: MyrkrThe Gates of Hyllyard City Hyllyard City Center Park....
The firing quickly died down as Tyriq gave the seemingly loud order for a cease fire. The commando’s quickly complied as Tyriq sighted in on the area where the enemy was last seen. The limp bodies of the Urban Commando’s litter the tiny area as many slowly moved to recover their weapons. A few quick shots to their temple followed as Tyriq signaled for the section to quickly move up those steps and establish a make-shift perimeter until he was ready to move. Four of his commando’s sweep past him as they quickly maneuvered up the old steps tracking each other the entire way. Tyriq looked over the bodies, what he was looking for was some sign as to who these people where exactly.
As he kicked the over with his foot, one of his commandos’s called for him to come over to the opposite side of one of their defenses. Moving without a sense of urgency, Calrissian stopped to see the somewhat mutilated body of a female urban commando. Her back was revealed from the grenade blast, it showed a marking which was well known too everyone in the Spec Ops community, these where black operatives of the Republic, you could tie them to the faction, but they would for them in more ways than one. Kicking her body back over, he bent down and grabbed a field battle knife from the side of his leg out of its case.
Grabbing her hand, he began to cut, at the wrist, the hand of the dead women off. The other commando present reached behind himself and grabbed a hand which would preserve the hand until they where able to return to their ship. With a firm yank, Tyriq handed it to the commando and looked at him. “Tell no one.” Just s the commando nodded, a transmission came over Tyriq’s ear piece.
“Lieu…Cal….over…Lieu…tent…Cal…ian..come…” Tyriq pressed his ear piece as he struggled to listen to the transmission. Motioning for the remained of his squad to move up the steps, the remaining men began to move pass Tyriq as he walked trying to get a better signal from the incoming message. “This is Lieutenant Calrissian, come it Major.”"Lieu..ten…ant Cal..rissina. Lieutenant Calrissian, this is Major Olsen, come in.”
“Go ahead Major.” Tyriq said stopping with one foot on the bottom step. He looked up to see none of his men at the very top of the open entrance, they must be in position now. “We are ready…been ready out here Lieutenant, when can we expect special forces to join us?” The Major replied in a sarcastic fashion. “We are on schedule sir, ETA to target, 11 minuets and counting.” Tyriq then heard the familiar sounds on moving armor and told the Major he had to go. Running up the steps, he became nervous, the armor was literally next to them. The entrance which his entire team was now spread of was a very nice park that seemed to be in the center of the city. His main officers had taken cover and provided a position for Tyriq as they waited for him to come over. Tyriq low crawled to the position, The primary drive motor of the armor was a dead giveaway, these where All terrain Tactical Enforcer Assault Walkers, or AT-TE. These where the armor pieces that the Republic used. There was no doubt in his mind that they where helping the Underground in their counter-assault.
The good thing about this, was he knew exactly how and where to attack these things. Another was those explosives placed under ground a few minuets ago where about to come in handy. “All units.” Tyriq said as he pressed his ear piece. “On the command execute, take out those gunners on top of those tanks.” Those where the most dangerous people at the moment, if they spotted Tyriq or his team, they would surely kill them with one shot anywhere in their vicinity
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(7/5/07 12:27 am) Reply
Re: Myrkr
Ayreon simply nodded and, with no flourish or unnecessary motion, tossed the remainder of his crimson cloak to Arin. The cloak was very large, even with the section cut out for a cloth, as it was meant to cover both the front and the back. As it was cast away, the full nature of the armor, with a slight tear around the rim of collar, was revealed. Protective and hard, but perfectly capable of maneuverability, the armor itself was foreboding, but Ayreon seemed unaware of this quality and continued on with his intentions. He began to move away in search of the cooler, but paused only lightly to add one more thing to the hunter's request;
"The electrolyte syringes contain a solution that is simply highly nutrient enriched water, designed for soldiers that would spend long periods away from dedicated sources of sustinance. If they can't be injected, she should be able to at least ingest them without trouble, again, that will hold the shock off."
With that, he waited to see her response. He knew that the materials he provided should take the same form as the juices and fluids she was prescribing, so at this moment, he saw no need to wander off. All the while, he was still alert; though they had a common goal, he had not forgotten that they were still enemies, and what this would mean. What he had also not told Arin, was that seconds earlier, he started hearing the faint whisper of communication signals in his ear, telling him that, if nothing else, the jammer had been taken care of, if not the team.
"Beta team jammer 2, reporting." he heard the voice in his head and felt some relief, but let the guard continue;
"Jammer 1 has been defeated by a very highly skilled enemy combatant, jammer down...He appears to be heading for the ship, orders?"
Ayreon whispered his reply. He would he heard by the guard loud and clear. Thanks to the communication equipment put into his helmet, his voice under a certain volume would be picked up by the internal communications equipment in his helmet, but the external would not key in until his voices was much louder; to the outside world, he was silent.
"Retreat lightly and stay alert, keep the ship in your sights, but stay out of the way of the enemy. Let him come."
Continuing to observe, but communicating silently, Ayreon continued to speak with his comrade.
"I have two prisoners at the moment, one I had to shoot in the course of the altercation, for compliance reasons. This one is better left alive than dead, but her partner I imagine, has some fight left in her if she has no reason left to stay complacent, or decides to act. Patch a request over to any available forces, including the fleet: I need a medical team with a proper prison-containment escort, and extra coverage for our energetic friend in the woods would also be a good idea. I need these, I use the words literally, as. Soon. As. Possible. You have your orders."
"Yes sir."
And the communication was gone, and for now, there was actual silence.
Edited by: Ayreon Faraway at: 7/5/07 12:33 am
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(7/5/07 10:50 am) Reply
Re: Myrkr
Gavin knelt behind the broad side of the landing gear, giving him just enough cover. He examined the wound on his knee, and saw what he feared. A piece of the shattered rock was lodged in his knee, about one inch in depth. If he did not do something about this, his whole leg would not be at 100%. You needed every bit of your strength and energy just to take one crimson guard down. Doing the only thing he could, he ripped the rock out of his knee with a howl of pain.
The problem with that was that five guards were left, but the one with the comm equipment would be easiest to take down. His speed and movement was restricted due to the bulky equipment on his back. The crimson guard was only about twenty meters away from where Gavin was hiding. Even though Gavin was a bad shot with a blaster, he could at least try to hit the guard from here.
Aiming his DC-15 blaster pistol, he closed one eye to help him get a lock on his target. The crimson guard looked to be retreating... but nothing was as it seemed with Imperials. They could be setting a trap, or waiting for back up. This may be his only clear shot at this crimson guard. He pulled the trigger repeatedly, sending a dozen blaster bolts roaring toward the unsuspecting imperial. Nine of the shots missed, hitting the ground or trees, but three made their mark. One hit the guard in the rib cage area, another the neck, and the last one hit the chest of the guard.
Gavin knew no one could survive that, so now all he had to do was destroy the comm. equipment. If he ran out there, he would be dead in a matter of seconds. Doing the smart thing, he took out his last grenade. If he missed, then his one chance at cutting off any imperial communications would be over. But if he hit it, then he did what needed to be done. Pressing the activation button on the timer, he threw the grenade with all his might. He once again hid behind the landing gear, and put his hands over his ears. Either way, there was going to be a very loud boom.
*BOOM*
As soon as he heard that, dirt flew in every direction, at least 10 meters in length. The wind picked up the floating dust, and swept it away at a quick pace. But Gavin had to wait to see if it settled to see if he hit his target. After waiting a good two minutes, he turned to look. There was no sign of the crimson guard, or his equipment anywhere. He had hit it dead on.
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(7/5/07 11:31 am) Reply
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Saede, predictably, had better things to do than deal with Nathaniel, his bloodied nose and his questions. A war was on, after all, and he was just the stow-away at this phase of his life.
In hushed tones, he explained to his sister that he planned on finding a starfighter somewhere and razing the Imperial grounds from the sky.
"Na'thanie'loruodo, you're mad."
"You're right, I am," he said grimly, meaning "mad" as angry.
Serrena sighed, knowing she couldn't dissaude her little brother from his "mad" quest. There was something in his crimson eyes that she couldn't fathom now. Of course, in Nathaniel's eyes was the knowledge and horror that he'd caused a child's death in order to preserve his own... in order to preserve his possessions. He'd been cold toward the Inquisitor, but the death scarred him on the inside. Badly.
The siblings parted with Nathaniel darting back into the jungle. Some of the Imperials had to have gone to ground. And thanks to Axl, Nate knew how to pilot...
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(7/5/07 3:20 pm) Reply
Re: MyrkrAyreon
Blue bolts lanced into the forest from under the Koahiko as Gavin, who seemed like a friendly at least for the time being, squeezed off blast after blast to lay down a wide spread of ill-aimed fire. It was clear that blasters where -not- this man's cup of caff, despite a trio of luck hits. The Guard's armor would have had a reasonable chance to withstand some of those hits and that soldier could still be lethal. This, and any future possibilities that the Crimson guard -would- have possessed was erased in a flash of red and a spray of dirt.
Crappy a shot as he may have been, the outlaw knew how to put a period on the end of a sentence, that was for certain.Savin gave the man a thumbs up as he passed him in a full sprint toward the hole in the bottom of Cobalt's ship.
Time seemed to slow for the warrior as his mind began to work at overdrive, devising a plan of attack. He couldn't throw a grenade in there as he ran the risk of hitting Cobalt, of whom, he had no clue the location of in the ship. Due to -that- inconvenient truth, firing blindly into the ship was also out. The Mando'ad grit his teeth as leapt toward the hole, grabbing the edge of the hole, palms facing him as if doing a pull-up. In that same instant, he engaged his boosters to allow the thrust to carry him into the hole with a backflip that he guided with his handholds, tucking his legs nearly into his chest as he slipped neatly into the aperture.
The Mando'ad righted himself, mid-flip, and burst forward with a single thrum of his boosters to bring him into close combat range of the first red thing he saw.
The Guard commander would find himself being assaulted by a man adorned in crimson-hued Mandolorian armor, a Nexu-pelt kama would flutter furiously in his wake as he came into melee range in seconds to attempt to ruin any chance of this engagement becoming a shoot out.
In a blur of movment, the Mando'ad drew his long blade from it's home on his left hip in the middle of his charge to leveling a backhanded, horizontal swing to the Guard in the same, smooth motion.
Savin seemed to have it in his head to make matters harder on the Guard commander's next of kin by forcing them to requisition -two- caskets for when they committed his soon to be -dual- remains to the black... Edited by: Savin Skirata at: 7/5/07 3:23 pm
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(7/5/07 7:15 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr
With a stunning showcase of force, Ayreon was thrust backward as he was impacted blade-to-blade with some enraged party of one. Luckily, the subject was in a berserker state, and using a personal propulsion system, both which increased his approaching volume, though Ayreon was only able to draw his force pike before both of the vibrating weapons clashed against one another. With an impact noise and a rattle, his blaster flew from his hands and slid across the floor after hitting one of the walls. Luckily, the pistol was sturdy, unluckily, he culdn't reach it.
But it wouldn't have done him much good. Using the Force Pike was the better alternative. The impact of the initial strike did not cause Ayreon to dig in and lock blades, that was much too like grabbing punch, which wasted energy, and he would have been @#%$ foolish to try. Rather, when the impact came, though he was off balance, Ayreon managed to turn partway so that he was no longer in danger from a vertical strike. His opponent would have to change his momentum in order to attack him now, and that would give him some time to assess the situation and regain his balance, but now he was in dire straits.
"Fool!" he spat as he began to spun away; caught in his battle lust, the attacker, it seemed, had not registered that the watchful Arin and the very injured Alema were directly behind the crimson guard, meaning their safety was jeopardized almost as much as his.
Granted, they didn't have a jet-powered, insane combatant with the strength and temperment of a rancor wanting to kill them, but there was still some considerable risk involved for them.
Alema felt Arin's fingertips over her skin, and with some effort she rolled her eyes over again to look at the bounty hunter. Who was she, anyway? Alema had a name and a face and she knew something about the woman now that she was here but... what did she want? And this Crimson Guard. Her ship was full of strangers and everything was going crazy with everyone beating the everloving crap out of one another.
She took a sharp breath, and another, and another. Why wasn't there any air in here? In a sudden panic her hand flew up to grab Arin's. Her quick, frightened glance to Arin was drawn back toward the short hallway in her ship as someone else entered. Things were moving too fast, she couldn't keep track of it, she couldn't communicate to Arin what she wanted and that guardsman wanted to torture information out of her. The sudden panic had a lot to do with her injury and resultant complications, but the undeniable danger of her position wasn't helping.
As the bacta worked on the blaster wound seared into her torso the injury became slightly less overwhelming. Long-term this was a good thing. In the short term, it meant that Alema's body was beginning to deal with the trauma normally, and that meant pain. Alema gritted her teeth and arched her back as the severe burn began to scream angrily up and down her nerves.
Somewhere in the haze of pain and confusion, it registered to Alema that someone had come. She didn't... no... she didn't know him. But.... then again maybe. It was so hard to keep things straight. It was like her mind didn't want to move in lines anymore and was jumping all over the place from the pain to Arin to the frozen rycrit she'd planned to eat for dinner to the pain to...
Wait, wait, no... he can't be here it's not... if he's.... no, dead, they...
"Arin," she said insistently through clenched teeth. "Arin you have to.... to tell Theo. You have to..." Her words failed her as she struggled to breathe at a normal pace. Why hadn't she known he was here? She would have known him anywhere, she knew the taste of that crazed and savage anger and could never have overlooked it. Could she?
She looked back to watch the two men fight. Alema knew how it would turn out, and her confusion brought her an odd and surreal sort of certainty in it. Maybe she didn't need to tell him anything. He'd already lost his battle. He was already dead. A Crimson Guard could do whatever he pleased to her but Theo was dead and maybe that meant he couldn't be defeated here.
The pain surged up again and Alema had to tense against it. When she had herself under control again she gasped and blinked a couple of times. "Arin. Tell... tell him I'll... stay. Until he's done."Edited by: Alema Nilim at: 7/5/07 7:20 pm
Re: Myrkr
Renze suddenly had a way that he might actually salvage the situation as Arumizy dropped from hyperspace,
"cancel that last order to the Archer! order them to battle stations and move into position with the Sith, as soon as we are inside their formation dispatch ground troops towards Hyllyard city and launch trubolaser barrages to cover their descent," Renze barked at his bridge crew, the three ship force pitched over and accelerated towards the Sith, they had to get away before the Empire remembered what Tractor beams were.
Renze also recieved Ojin's call for re-inforcements, he decided to lead the relief company himself, slipping his helmet back over his head Renze left the bridge in search of his commando bodygaurd.
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(7/5/07 8:19 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr
The Mando'ad performed a picture perfect "Planting the Wroshyr" with his lead foot to halt his momentum as the Guard commander spun with the warrior's blow. It was a maneuver he would have expected out of a member of the -second- finest trained fighting unit in the galaxy.
Team rivalry aside, Savin recognized the this man represented the -best- trained soldier the Empire had to offer and he would -not- be stupid about this. This man would kill him in a heartbeat, otherwise. That is why he would not give him a -moment- to breathe.
The warrior pivoted on his lead foot to let fly a pair of horizontal swings, the pair of which was only meant to back him up just a bit further. Just a bit closer to the wall.
Savin closed in with a flurry of quick, closed-circle swings and darting sword strikes, designed to keep the Guardsman boxed in and defensive.
As soon as he found his opening, Savin would redirect an oncoming strike with a wide, circular parry, putting the Guard's hand in position for him to throw a knee at the Guardsman's weapon hand in an effort to knock the offending article out of his hand, and to have his leg pre-chambered and ready to lash out with a -stiff- sidekick aimed at his opponent's ribs a blink of an eye later.
"Hnh-siDAAAOUH!!" The warrior's already rumbling voice seemed to devolve into a ferocious growl as he roared kiais with the execution of his stronger techniques, filling the small ship with the harmony of his wrath..
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(7/5/07 8:53 pm) Reply
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It was a fool's mission and Nathaniel knew it. But he had to do something. The whole encounter had gone from "following orders" to have a vendetta. A score to settle against the Imperials who'd descended upon them.
He tracked through the jungle forest toward the city the Imps had overtaken. It wasn't hard to do. For being military, they were incredibly noisy and and obvious. Over-confident.
"The Red Flame" crouched behind a thicket, studying the encampment and seeking to get a sense of their routines and the flow of things. There just had to be starfighters for the taking... somewhere.
Re: Myrkr
Fidelis stopped as he felt blast hit his ship. The impacts shook the sith and nearly caused him to fall. He laughed now that he had a good fight before him. The Imps had noticed his arrival and were buisy dealing with his ETA-2 squadrons. They were good enough and each one of their wing commanders was atleast able to feel the force.
Fidelis decided to leave the escort of the troop transports to the newly formed up navy of Renze. For now he had to teach the Imps a little lesson in humility.
" Colonel Vickers, in my abscence from the bridge you have control. Your main objective is to knock out thier flag ships engines, i want it disabled and unable to escape".
Fidelis looked at the four pilots who served as his squadron in battle. Each man was a veteran of a dozen fights, each one of them were the survivors from the first dog fight Fidelis had lead them in. They were his most trusted men and he had a deep bond with them. He watched as they snapped attention with the rest of the Harbringer troops that comprised his wing brigade. He would have fourteen men with him, some of them replacements of lossess on Fondor.
" The Imperials have dared to fire upon us without knowing we have come to aid the rightful owners of this planet. Altough we ha a sort of truce with them, they are the worse kind of warriors. They are traittors against our great Council, show no quarter, show no mercy. If you see a clipped or disabled ship destroy it they are out of range of the Semper's tractor beams. Prepare for laucnh".
As he launched his personal squadron he opened a transmission to Renze's ship.
" If you could spare some fighters i could use them to help take out some of those SD's. As for my foot troops they have their orders but will move as ordered by you if something outside of their mission peramiters occurs. For blood and Glory.".
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(7/5/07 11:25 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr"Arin. Tell... tell him I'll... stay. Until he's done."
With the Imperial tied up for the moment, Arin quickly checked the blaster shot. It was still nasty and needed more care, but to the best of her examination there was nothing broken and the wound was improving. Ignoring all other circumstances, Alema would likely live.
"Whoever 'Theo' is, you can tell him yourself. Believe me: I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but you're actually doing okay given the situation."
Arin was now determined that her compatriot would continue towards recovery, and with the ensuing battle there was a chance for freedom. Desperate to aid that, Arin scooped up the first loose blaster she saw and turned it squarely onto the Imperial's back ...
*ftthhhtt*
Examining the weapon, she noted that it was the one Alema turned on the Imperial and that its charge was empty. She looked down to face the injured Twi'lek, spinning the exhausted blaster on a finger. "You took a shot in the gut for this? You are one masochistic little blueberry."
No longer able to affect the fight, she bundled Alema as best she could. "I'm sorry sweetie, but this is going to hurt." With a single heave she pulled herself and the Twi'lek out of the hall so that the boys could fight it out without stepping on them. Now that they were away from the fighting, Arin could focus on giving Alema proper care. She re-charged the bacta patch with the second cannister the trooper gave her, then emptied the electrolite syringes in a nearby cup and dilluted them with water.
"I'll bet money this stuff tastes like swill, but you need to drink it all. You're going to be fine: I'd hardly be torturing you with this gunk if you weren't going to recover." Leaving her 'patient' with a slight smile, Arin looked about the corridor where she was at. Maybe she could find a cooler or other compartment that could offer something a little less repulsive to help Alema recover.
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(7/6/07 12:37 am) Reply
Re: Myrkr
Stimulae of battle faded and yet sharpened into their component elements; what was simple vision broke up into light, sound, motion, wind, touch, smell...Everything that was his opponent became separate and yet conjoined for Ayreon Faraway, elements that all came to the same picture, and formed the scene completely independent of one another. Though his back was turned in the middle of his spin, and his campaign to gain balance, the feel and noise of the wind gave his eyes notice of the horizontal slashes coming at his back, and with almost intuitive reflexive action, his Force pike shot over his head and curled around his back, so they bladed area was facing the ground in cover.
With a series of snappy flicks of both wrists, the guard cast away the horizontal slashes, and as he faced his adversary once more, completely regained his balance. Regaining balance did not mean his work was over though, far from it; in fact, he continued to bat at coming strikes, but his feet, with is right foot in front of his left, the back forming a ninety-degree angle, managed to stay put. Experience had trained him well, training had prepared him. He could see the pattern in his opponent's movement, not meant to kill or maim, but to manipulate. He saw their movements, and once more he was training, in one of the Empire's many squalls for that most intense of training, and once again, he was fighting Viktor Mereel, who was trying to get him into the center, unbeknownst to him.
That was a decade ago, things were different, his resolve clear. Where he had backed away years before, he kept his ground. Manipulative opponents usually had a goal in mind, so to move with them was to play into their goal; Ayreon would not have it. This opponent was different from the guards he had been forced to fight and kill for his title, however, he was skilled, but chaotic, whereas guards were deadly and precise. No matter, that would be his downfall. Ayreon met the flurry with his own of defending sweeps and jabs, moving slightly, but keeping an odd central line as he flowed kinetically with his opponent, no, he was in a bad spot now, and he would not make it worse by playing into his idea.
Despite his efforts, the parry came, it's wide and circling motion threatening to control his weapon, control this battle. Again, his opponent was stronger, more brutal at this point, but that was from rage, not tactical training. Where he flung his knee Ayreon saw the coming disarmament, and knew there was little he could do.
But there was something.
Number one rule, keep weapon pointed up to his chest at all times, he can move your wrist, but keep the pike a threat, always, never point at his feet or to the ground, always in the air, at his chest, it may hurt to do so, but the armor will stop any injury, if he goes that far, and pain means nothing to you....
When the knee impacted his weapon hand, sending it jolting upward, Ayreon pressed a button on the handle of the pike as a last motion. Instantly the electroshock function of the pike ignited to life, charging the blade with enough power to stun a full grown, raging wookiee on contact, and kill some species due to neural overload. He wasn't expecting the pike's physical shock to get him, but he was pleased as the desired result came through; a powerful, not as powerful as complete contact, but very strong, spark of electricity jumped from the tip of the pike as it went flying from the guard's hands. His wrist shot through with pain, but again, that meant nothing.
Weaponless now, and hopefully facing a stunned enemy, Ayreon pressed forward, hoping to enter the range of his opponent and grip his weapon wrist with a free hand. If the grab succeeded, the second hand would instantly shoot forth, aiming a hammer-fisted strike just below the inside of the elbow; his target, the ulnar nerve, would hopefully cause his weapon arm to seize, his weapon to hit the ground, and then Ayreon could segue from the hammer-fist to a powerful elbow aimed at the man's neck. If he could end the fight with a tracheal injury, it would be all the better, so he had to take that opportunity.
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(7/6/07 9:36 am) Reply
Re: MyrkrThe Gates of Hyllyard City Moving towards the superweapon....
The attacks against the marching armor columns went as expected, taking out the gunners made the once very destroyable machines nothing more that aimless oversize robots. Tyriq order grenade attacks against the columns as he himself blew the charges placed under the ground effectively caving in the streets leading to the gates of the city. The armor units that where not attacked by Tyriq’s units, soon fell into the deep crevasse created by the carefully placed charges. Tyriq and his men stood as he pressed his ear piece to raise the Major. A second later, the Major’s single came in crackling as he requested a status from Tyriq, commanding that it be good news. Tyriq singled for his men to locate the massive artillery piece that was marked as their original mission as he spoke.
“Their supply lines are cut, Major, the city gates should fall by your second attack.” Tyriq began walking towards the direction of his massing troops as the Major responded. “Good job Lieutenant, we’ll finish the mop-up here at the gates, heads up, the enemy is starting to try and place troops on the ground, it seems they realized their space campaign was a big joke, so their turning their attention to the one place they know the empire has yet to place a major presence, on the surface.”
Tyriq nodded as he began running in the direction of the city the loud gun was heard. “We have the city pretty much taken sir, what are they going to do, lay siege to their own capital?” Tyriq jumped over a downed piece of building as he and his Commando’s continued to move swiftly through the city. “Well, it will get a lot harder before it gets any easier Lieutenant, we can’t move into the city until you take out that…wait…” Tyriq gave the single for his men to halt everyone quickly froze and took defensive positions throughout the block they where on, searching for snipers or anything out of the ordinary.
“Major?” Tyriq repeated as he waited for a response.
“Lieutenant Calrissian.”
The voice was somewhat deep and crisper. “This is him, who is this?”“Lieutenant, this is Colonel Zimm, division commander for this unit.” This was the man that was in charge of the Imperial attack on the capital city. “Yes sir?” Tyriq responded as he looked at a set of step and took a seat, he had a feeling things where about to get really difficult. “Lieutenant you have new standing orders, you will I repeat WILL not destroy the artillery placement. Your orders are now to capture it and provide support for our troops to enter the city, attacking any hostile force as deemed by myself understood.”“Understood sir.” The transmission cut off as Tyriq looked at his men and ordered them to circle around him. They quickly approached him and took a knee as Tyriq began receding his orders.
“I know we aren’t prepared for a breach and clearing mission, but that’s part of the reason we are commando’s. We have been order to take control of this facility, so drop the explosives here, charge them and destroy them. We move in one.” Tyriq stood as his men jumped into action, not caring about to change of plans in the least bit. As they moved towards the massive structure, the only thing Tyriq was thinking about, was the power of a super weapon he would soon have in his control. He was about to change the tide of the entire ground battle, but more importantly, he was about to take control of the gates of the City of Hyllyard. Edited by: Tyriq Calrissian at: 7/7/07 4:53 am
Re: Myrkr
Kanes fighters and transports exited the ships on the dark side of the planet and made their way into the atmosphere. Some were cloaked others had to jam sensors as they closed on the combat zone. SCORCH had landed undetected and released it's payload of defensive troops and heavy armour. Kane was accompanying the second landing. Soon the Imps would begin to experience increased guerilla activity and any decent soldier knew the impossibility of defeating a guerilla army. Firepower no longer mattered the outlaws would turn back the superior forces using tried and trusted methods.
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Re: Myrkr
Static greeted her inquiry. Nothing but the grey and mind threatening fuzz of dead air.
"@#%$ IT!"
Saede's fist crashed into the interior bulk head, the durasteel buckling under the fury of the red-head. Things were going worse than she would have ever expected. Who was still out there? Still alive and fighting? Who had fled? She simply didn't know, didn't have the answers she so desperately needed right now.
"Get us out of here," she said, her teeth gritted. The pilot nodded once, turning the LAAT off to slice off just above the tree cover.
She turned, leaning heavily against the dented bulkhead. Hazel eyes flicked up, taking a stock of those she had with her. Perhaps they should cut their loses, get to the Revenge and head to Velusia or....
Re: Myrkr
Fidelis was now leading his men in the fierce dog fight for space supremecy. He destroyed a TIE and cursed as one got behind him. The TIE blew as one of Fidelis's wing men caught him.
" Good shot Corporal, keep it up and keep them distracted until we can get a good bead on them with the SD".
Fidelis watched the blinkers that represented his ETA-2 Brigade. He had suffered 20% casualties so far and his men hadn't even began to unload on the planet. He flicked a switch signaling for two wings to form on him. He lead them against the enemy ship and began firing and launching Photon's.
" Colonel i don't know why i do not see Turbo Lazers hitting this thing yet".
" Sir we are at 70% hull strength, it is going to take us a few more minutes before weapons are up and charge".
Fidelis growled as a squadron of TIEs came at him. The bastards thought they could go toe-to-toe with an ETA-2. His men were slowly starting to put a little fear into the Imp pilots but not enough as he counted odds.
Re: Myrkr
Renze stepped up into the LAAT troop bay with his men and braced against a bulkhead as the gunship dropped through the hangar pit and shot towards the surface and Ojin's position,
"Ojin? this is Renze I'm coming in with special commandos do you need anything special?"
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Re: Myrkr
A second wave of energy went through Gavin’s body after the explosion. All doubt of himself not being able to fight the well-trained Crimson Guard left him now. Before he just thought that his kills before were just a streak of luck, and no skill. But now, he knew that he was even, or a little better than the Imperials. Either way, he had to kill these soldiers before reinforcements arrived.
To try to stay slightly hidden, Gavin moved from tree to tree as cover. This way, he could continue to see the Red dressed guards, but they could not always keep track of him. The crimson guards did not blend in the background even slightly, due to their red robes. Gavin was smart to wear a brown shirt and green pants. He was not totally hidden, but blended in enough to not be an easy target.
The nearest crimson guard was about 10 meters away, but was protected by the trunk of a tree. To get this one, he had to fight using his hands again. Going in slow would allow the guard a chance to turn his staff on, so rushing in was the only option now. Gavin did just that, he ran in full speed, cracking twigs and branches, trampling ferns and bushes to get to his enemy.
About two feet away, Gavin dove forward, slamming his chest into the now aware guard. Both of them fell to the ground, the wind knocked out of both of them. The only advantage Gavin had now was the adrenaline feeding him energy, forcing him to keep fighting. Before Gavin could do anything, the guard gave Gavin an uppercut, rattling Gavin's skull. The soldier hit Gavin with three more punches to the face, shooting pain through his head.
Gavin fought back by doing the only thing he could, kick wildly. Gavin kicked the guard in the sternum twice, the ribs once, and the head twice. The guard was now lying on his back, trying to breathe. Standing, Gavin picked his blaster up off the ground, and set the barrel of it against the guard's helmet. Pulling the trigger once, he could smell burning flesh from the wound in the guard's head.
Into the Jungle (Takeover of Myrkr - TGE)Rebel scum...
The High Admiral's expression darkened as a flash of anger spread across his now furrowed brow, his eyes tracing the assault vector of a squadron of fighters which had been launched from the reinforcement Star Destroyer which had arrived to aid the outlaw forces. Another blue light blinked out, signifying the death of yet another of his TIE pilots; pilots whose superior training and experience had rendered them all but invincible in past battles... And yet now they fell, swatted into oblivion like the insignificant insect pests which no doubt inhabited the jungles below. There was only one viable explanation... And one viable solution. The High Admiral's grimace slowly crept upwards into a satisfied smile. Bypassing the usual channels, Pollard instead chose to deliver his orders personally; a reflection of both compassion - and reprimand - for his men. Thus far, their performance had been at a rudimentary level when compared to both what was the past and what was expected.
The icily authoritative tone of Drake Pollard would remind them that he was watching both their failures, and their lives hanging in the balance. His own spoken words were more than enough to bolster morale, and to serve as a reminder of the dire consequences of failure, "All fighter squadrons, pull back to the fleet and form sphere formations around your host vessels. Lancer frigates Kuun-lan, Trident, Sepulcher, and Acolyte - Retain your current positions within the capital phalanx. One of the enemy fighter squadrons has been marked on all tactical readouts and designated Group Relik - This is the squadron which contains the Sith leading the reinforcement force. Group Relik is not to be destroyed. Tractor beam crews of all vessels are to hold Group Relik when it comes in range and standby for further orders. High Admiral Aurulius," Pollard paused, sneering viciously in his mind at the mention of that title preceding that particular name... Traitorous scum, he could scarcely believe that a clone of Aurulius had been reinstated into the Imperial Navy, much less promoted to High Admiral, "Focus on crippling the engines of the incoming fleet, not destroying it. You still have ample time to do so. Whatever its intent, that fleet must not be allowed to reach the Third Fleet."
With the tapping of a few buttons on his wrist comm-remote, the High Admiral closed the Imperial task force's closed channel, his arrogant smirk broadening slightly as he watched his men immediately follow their orders on the tactical display beside him. Any strikecraft which flew near the fleet from any direction would be swiftly obliterated by the combined firepower of the strategically placed Lancer frigates and the fighter sphere formations... And any craft which made the heinous error of flying into the center of these sphere formations for a bombing run would be met by a hail of laserfire from all directions. A highly effective defense, the enemy would no doubt come to the conclusion that the Imperial fleet was moving into a less aggressive stance... The Sith would follow into the ploy, and once he discovered that he was not being fired upon, it would be far too late... He would be caught in the tractor beams, and the Empire was never known for its mercy in its punishemnts.
Nor was the almost dangerously fanatical High Admiral Pollard.
"High Admiral. The enemy reinforcement destroyer is attempting to fire upon the Verdict's engines." The attack was reported by the young Lieutenant Iclesi with all the formality which was customary to the Third Fleet. Pollard glanced at his sensors manager... "Rotate the fleet formation along Axis X until Verdict's engines are no longer in the line of fire. All capital vessels excluding Lancer Frigates are to open fire upon the enemy Destroyer's bridge. That should make short work of them." Dutifully, Iclesi transmitted the orders to the rest of the fleet, which left Pollard with only one remaining task...
Once more, he opened a communications channel with the comm-remote at his wrist, though this time, the channel was not closed - "This is High Admiral Pollard of the glorious Galactic Empire hailing all sentients in the system. A one hundred credit bounty - and a pardoning of criminal offenses against the Galactic Empire at Myrkr - is now being offered up for the deaths of participants of the Myrkr Rebellion; one hundred credits per kill; these terms are non-negotiable. In addition to this, the following bounties are being offered for individuals:
"Outlaws... Vagabonds... Serve the sovereign and your lives will be spared. Resist and be cast into oblivion." He closed the channel and turned to the smugly smiling, pompous Captain Peregrin Ives behind him.
There were two things which outlaws and peasant citizens of an outlying world couldn't resist - Credits and saving their own skins.
Edited by: Drake Pollard at: 7/7/07 3:08 pm
Into the Jungle (Takeover of Myrkr - TGE)
Renze listened to the offer being broadcast by Drake, grimacing at the paltry sum the offered for his head Renze turned and hit a button, warning klaxons began blaring and a calm female voice requested that all personel abandon ship, Renze's ship commander looked at him strangely but Renze just made a sharp motion and the man nodded and left for his escape pod. Dozens of pods, shuttles, fighters and gunships shot out from the Acclamator and rocketed towards the planet surface, Renze watched them go from the bridge and grinned, his men were gone along with any chance of betrayel for Drake's offer and Renze now had one huge weapon, tapping several keys Renze set the turrets on automated fire, dropped shields to 10% and called his two other ships, Renze ordered them to unload all troops onto the planet surface and move into atmo,
"find somewhere to hide from the Imps, try the forest, hide the ships until this blows over, you'll find bonuses in your accounts when you next access them," Renze turned away as the Captains of the two ships made puzzled expressions and turned to carry out his orders.
Renze wired the bonuses to his entire army, it left his resources a great deal lower than he'd like but they were going to need those credits to survive until he could get back to take command. Next he programmed a collision course with Drake's interdictor and set the reactor to overload just after impact, Renze felt the course change take effect and braced, he was going to stay until the last possible second to make sure he didn't miss then he was outta here. The turrets began to shoot at everything with an Imp transponder, most shots went wide but a few hit, Renze took satisfaction from every hit as the enemy drew closer.
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Re: Into the Jungle (Takeover of Myrkr - TGE)The Gates of Hyllyard City The Hyllyard City Defense Command....
Calrissian stood less that what could easily be considered a few blocks from the massive weapon. It was perched above a towering city implement, surrounded by what looked to be very smooth protruding edges, they worked their way somehow into the structure of the massive artillery unit empowering it more. This was the reason behind it massive displays of power and seemingly never ending barrage of attacks. The massive weapon looked to complete a good five second charge up before thundering a loud attack that shook many of the foundations of the city. Tyriq didn’t flinch as he motion for his men to charge the massive structure at full speed, they where going to take this thing and its command center but brute force and surprise. As they ran, two-by-two Tyriq began to think about his time with the Republic, about how in many ways, this was their fault. Their was no one he could blame more than their current military leader, how he loved to get his hands around the neck of that man, pressing for a quick change accessory mounted on his rifle, he pointed it, along with his team towards the top of the structure.
Knowing they didn’t have the power in their guns to reach the very top of the thing, they simply aimed for what looked like a second level point and would fire again from their. This would no doubt be their first combat close-quarters for a few hours, it would be fitting that it would be the last they would see for the better part of this mission. The Gates of the City would soon be in the hands of the Empire, then after that, the city itself. As the hook caught onto the railing, two guards notice the notice, but paid no attention to it as the sounding of another loud explosion rammed the air. Tyriq connected the winding hook to his utility belt as did the rest of his team and proceeded to run along the slope of the building with their weapons trained on the railing. One of the guards then noticed the rope connected to the hooks moving. Going over to check it out, he looked over the rail only to lastly remember a red beam hitting him in the face and a split second of black before nothing matter to him and more and his lifeless body fell over the railing. His fellow lackey quickly turned only to be hailed into oblivion by a slew of bullets rippled his body over the other side f the railing.
Undoing their hooks, Tyriq set them for the last few hundred feet, quickly looking over his team, they began their asscent up a now steeper part of the building. Above them, several people worked the sets of controls that where delivering the massive amounts of fire against the Imperial Forces on the ground. Troop movements where new to none as long as this huge weapon was against them, and moving through the air was suicide with all the mercenary units deployed. The man who was in-charge of the operations was talking to the specialist’s in-charge of maintaining that dish that reflected the massive beam. Several controllers worked in front of the massive glass display of the city and surrounding areas, completely mute to the noise the artillery piece made. No one bother to notice the hooks simultaneously cross the windows as some looked up just as it happen missing it by mere mili-seconds. It would be a costly mistake as they continued to go about their business as if nothing was wrong. Then, looking at the view for a quick up date, a controller simple froze, as did several workers that notice the sight as well. The officer noticed his workers all staring at the window as well. He turned to see several men, in black scout trooper armor all simply looking through the window. Their weapons where pointed towards the deck which meant they didn’t come their to kill them. Tyriq smiled at the looked of surprisement on their faces, he then gave and order that was seen by the motion of his lips, but not heard as they all raised their weapons and pointed at the people inside, surprisement quickly changed to fear as the one voice was heard saying.
“Oh my god…”
Beams of red light filled the room as massive amounts of ammo poured into the bodies of the people falling dead to the floor, two commandos kicked off the side of the somewhat broken glass and flew back inside with momentum killing all the ones that was smart enough to take cover the first time the saw them. Sad and pathetic creatures, they should have saw this coming from the moment the fired the first blast at Imperial troops. Now look at them, lying and pooling in their own fluids as the empire walks and steps over them not so high and mighty now are you? Tyriq quickly gave orders for his men to secure the building killing everyone else located in the adjacent floors and sealing off the entrances. The triumph card of the Rebel force was now in the control of the Empire, as would be the city in the very near future. Walking around for a second serving the collateral damage, Tyriq pressed his eye piece and with a proud and firm voice, he hailed the Colonel.
“Sir, Imperial Force have secured the artillery weapon, what are our orders?”
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