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Post by WookieeElf on Aug 21, 2016 23:22:50 GMT
( NightBlade! It's goin' okay. Been better.) Kara was thrown to the ground again, then struggled to stand upright. How were they supposed to defeat this guy? Was he even a guy at all. Her lightsaber sparking to life in her hand, she rolled her shoulders before charging at Decretus.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Aug 22, 2016 2:00:10 GMT
Decretus wasted little time in spewing out a colossal spiderweb of black-tinged lightning that seared towards each individual from multiple directions, writing and crackling in the dry air. As the lightningstorm raged, a vacuum-like force seemed to gradually pull inwards towards the armored demon, making sand whisp in clouds across the ground. Then the energy was suddenly released in another shockwave that heralded the end of the lightning assault. (Attacks: 6(4+2) and 10(7+3) overall, not great) Matrus grunted and rolled onto his stomach as lightning lashed around overhead, even scorching patches of twisted glass into the sandy earth nearby. The schockwave three seconds later shattered the ridge of earth that had protected him and blew it agaisnt him like a scattergun, throwing him against the ship's hull. His saberhilt clattered to the ground a few meters away. Jarayim coughed, spat and slapped his palms against the ground. He stood, fighting for balance, just as Decretus released his lightning storm. This time, however, he was ready. External powers had never been his forte—but internal powers more. Thus, as the lightning crackled around him and entered his body, Jarayim absorbed the black bolts, rocking sideways each time one hit him. Inside him, however, he drew out the charged energy and the power of the dark side, and dispelled it in various ways. It burned, this time. He hadn't had time to solidify his defensive forces. But it was enough to keep him on his feet. The power of the dark side he washed away with the light. The energy he redirected into a Force barrier between his hands, protecting himself and Dae from both vacuum and shockwave before the barrier broke. Once Decretus had ended his assault, Jarayim sent a quick thought in Dae's direction to follow before he dashed across the ground to Matrus's side and crouched by him. The Sith had threatened them, it was true, but he was also their best defense against the armoured monster. And, on a more selfish note, if the Sith had any honour in him, surely he would let them go free afterwards—if they survived, that was. So he put his power into both healing and transferring Force strength to the Sith. It was difficult—he could repair damage to his own body easily, but healing anyone else was not his forte—but he persisted. It didn't work very well. Most Jedi healers trained for years, and he had never had much of a teacher. ((Jarayim: 11 to conduit electricity, 10 check / 11 to counter dark side power, 8 check / 20 to create barrier (critical success), 10 check / 9 to heal Matrus, 15 check)) ((Sorry for being gone for a while. It's been a rough week)) Kara yelled when a bolt of lightning hit her, nearly frying the HUD of her helmet. She dug her feet into the ground, continuing to throw her own bolts of lightning back at Decretus until she was thrown back by the shockwave. Groaning, she picked herself back up and launched another attack, though it was a bit weaker. ( WookieeElf ! How's it going!) Decretus elevated his sword high into the air and then slammed it to the earth with immeasurable velocity and a white-hot sheath of burning heat. Once again, a burning pressure wave slammed against his opponents and the earth actually trembled beneath their feet. There was something beyond mere Dark Side fury in his power. Something was simply... more evil. Just more. Something beyond natural powers and darkness. Matrus grunted and pushed himself to his feet. He brushed Jarayim aside and called his saber into his hand with a clank. ( NightBlade ! It's goin' okay. Been better.) Kara was thrown to the ground again, then struggled to stand upright. How were they supposed to defeat this guy? Was he even a guy at all. Her lightsaber sparking to life in her hand, she rolled her shoulders before charging at Decretus. ((Welcome back, Wookiee!)) ((And now I get to play catch-up . . . but, hey, at least my slowness worked in my favor for once . . .)) Lightning. Why did it always come down to lightning? Dae dropped to a knee, bending forward slightly so she'd present a smaller target, and raised her saber to catch and turn away as much as she could. Most she did indeed catch; some she even redirected into the rest of the lightning, throwing it off-target. And so when the lightningstorm ceased, she remained unharmed. She barely noticed the vacuum and shockwave, thanks to Jarayim's barrier- but she noted what he'd done and mentally promised not to underestimate him in future. Padawan though he was, Jarayim knew what he was doing. Even so, she sighed internally as she dashed after Jarayim over to Matrus. She recognized the logic in the action; didn't mean she liked it. Jedi didn't hold grudges, true. But Dae reserved her right to be naturally wary of anyone and anything that came that close to killing her. And now they were on the same side, apparently. I hope you recognize the irony of this situation . . .
She sensed the shockwave coming, and now it was her turn to defend herself and Jarayim, to draw on the Force to create a barrier around both of them- and, incidentally, the Dark Hunter, who happened to be inside that protected area- pushing outward against the wave of heat and pressure. She swayed slightly as the wave passed, but her efforts, for the most part, held firm. She allowed the barrier to dissipate as soon as the wave was gone, then reached out in the Force to apply crushing pressure- not to the warrior himself, not yet, but to his sword, intending to distort and shatter it so much as to be useless as a weapon or an instrument for directing his Force attacks. After all, if he responded in kind- well, she had a spare 'saber in her bag. Spare body parts, not so much. ((Rolled: 18 to defend against lightning (8 check), 15 to Push/create barrier (10 check), 16 to crush/shatter/whatever sword (11 check).)) (( Dmitri Pendragon: I will reply with Ver tomorrow, hopefully; I want to get Dae's response up before this particular battle goes too much further without me.))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Aug 22, 2016 7:42:24 GMT
Decretus elevated his sword high into the air and then slammed it to the earth with immeasurable velocity and a white-hot sheath of burning heat. Once again, a burning pressure wave slammed against his opponents and the earth actually trembled beneath their feet. There was something beyond mere Dark Side fury in his power. Something was simply... more evil. Just more. Something beyond natural powers and darkness. Matrus grunted and pushed himself to his feet. He brushed Jarayim aside and called his saber into his hand with a clank. Lightning. Why did it always come down to lightning? Dae dropped to a knee, bending forward slightly so she'd present a smaller target, and raised her saber to catch and turn away as much as she could. Most she did indeed catch; some she even redirected into the rest of the lightning, throwing it off-target. And so when the lightningstorm ceased, she remained unharmed. She barely noticed the vacuum and shockwave, thanks to Jarayim's barrier- but she noted what he'd done and mentally promised not to underestimate him in future. Padawan though he was, Jarayim knew what he was doing. Even so, she sighed internally as she dashed after Jarayim over to Matrus. She recognized the logic in the action; didn't mean she liked it. Jedi didn't hold grudges, true. But Dae reserved her right to be naturally wary of anyone and anything that came that close to killing her. And now they were on the same side, apparently. I hope you recognize the irony of this situation . . .
She sensed the shockwave coming, and now it was her turn to defend herself and Jarayim, to draw on the Force to create a barrier around both of them- and, incidentally, the Dark Hunter, who happened to be inside that protected area- pushing outward against the wave of heat and pressure. She swayed slightly as the wave passed, but her efforts, for the most part, held firm. She allowed the barrier to dissipate as soon as the wave was gone, then reached out in the Force to apply crushing pressure- not to the warrior himself, not yet, but to his sword, intending to distort and shatter it so much as to be useless as a weapon or an instrument for directing his Force attacks. After all, if he responded in kind- well, she had a spare 'saber in her bag. Spare body parts, not so much. ((Rolled: 18 to defend against lightning (8 check), 15 to Push/create barrier (10 check), 16 to crush/shatter/whatever sword (11 check).)) Well, at least he'd tried. The thought was there—and it almost seemed, somehow, that his attempt to heal the Sith was the motivation that had made the masked warrior get up. So that at least was good. Feeling the need for a weapon, Jarayim reached out in the Force for his lightsaber, which had fallen beside the wall when the armoured giant's shockwave had thrown him into the dark side energy. The weapon skittered over the ground towards him, bumping into things and spinning around as it went. If they had been in less trouble, he would have hoped Dae hadn't seen his telekinetic inadequacies—but they were in the thick of the fight now, and there was no time to cast aspersions. When the hilt flipped into his hand, he took a moment to steady himself and reached out to Dae, transferring Force energy to her and enhancing her Force attack. ((Jarayim: 11 to reclaim saber, 10 check / 15 to transfer energy, 15 check))
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Post by Warrior of Aror on Aug 28, 2016 1:17:19 GMT
(( NightBlade)) Deslin Paliandri of the Kaltari tribe sat at his desk and looked out from a small window. Large fields stretched out into the far distance, laced with the white of the beginning of a winter storm. Towering in the midst of the fields were massive windmills, hundreds of feet tall, some half hidden by sight by dusty gray clouds. The muscle below Deslin's eye twitched. He hated that. It always happened when he was on an all-night shift at the communications tower. Beep-beep, beep-beep.A message popped up on the computer. 2 dreadnought-class ships engaging. May be the vanguard of a larger force.Deslin turned in his chair to the other tribesman stationed with him. "Transmit this message to General Sartorus - immediately!" Deslin looked skyward through the window. The pale blue sky was suddenly ripped by an explosion. Meteoric balls of fire came streaming down. --- Republic Adjutant Mae-lyn watched in awe and horror as they dropped out of hyperspeed and saw thousands of starfighters streaming out of nearby Republic ships and sweep like birds of prey upon the surprised Sith fleet. The Sith starfighters were easily overwhelmed as they tried to exit their ships' harbors. One Sith cruiser, caught with its shields down, was struck by a cannon and split in two. Fiery clouds erupted and debris crashed into nearby ships. Mae-lyn looked down, trying not to believe that hundreds of people had suddenly ceased to live within a fraction of a second. And many more to follow. "Mae-lyn," came a officer's voice from behind. "Prepare the transmission." She looked back to her computer, rubbing her neck, realizing she had been craning her neck for too long. She clicked at the control panel for a few moments, then turned and nodded to the officer. "The stream will be ready in ten seconds, and counting." --- "Out of the way!" roared Morvain Hreidel as he plowed through rows of his troops watching the television. A Republic Togrutan was standing in the center of the screen, perfect posture, hands clasped behind his back. "Good morning, General Sartorus. I am General Tarisant. I am in command of a large Republic invasion force which is at this very moment wrecking your starfleet. If you wish to avoid the massive loss of life of your Sith Troopers and spare yourself, you must surrender now. This is your only chance. For your sake ..." The screen cut to another video of dozens of Republic ships following behind the flagship. Then black. Morvain clapped his hands and roared, "Get moving! Put on your clothes and assemble outside at Fortress 13! When these bloodsuckers land, we'll be ready 'n waiting!" One of the younger Sith troopers followed Morvain as he left the room. "Sir, what if General Sartorus does order a surrender?" Morvain turned on him savagely. "You think any one of these men would obey him even if he did?" Then he turned with a flick of his black cape and stormed away.
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Post by NightBlade on Aug 29, 2016 3:25:47 GMT
(PSYCHED! HYPE! Here are characters:) (-Name, Rank: Sartorus, Army General (rank level 10) -Race, Gender, Age: Human, Male, 44 -Appearance: An inch or two over average height, with sharp military posture. His hair is short and black, but his carefully-trimemd beard is flecked with silver. His eyes are a pale greyish green, creased by a ceaselessly taught expression. Wears a flate slate-colored Sith Army officer uniform. -Personality: Rigid and determined, driving himself and his troops with ceaseless expectation. Tends to improvise and excels in tactics while often falling short in strategy. While he occasionally goes on micromanaging sprees, details can often slip by him as he presses towards his goals an dambitions. Overall, is very highly qualified for his position of leadership. History: TBD -Name, Rank: Jin Siva, Naval Line Captain (rank level 9) -Race, Gender, Age: Echani, Female, 39 -Appearance: Not tall, but manages to be inposing in her own way. Is of the dark variety of her species, with dark skin and hair tied back tightly. Dark, angled eyes and thin, ever-pursed lips. Wears a minimally-ornamented black Naval Officer uniform without armor. -Personality: Very organized and by the book. yet not as stringent or ambitious as her Army counterpart. Very professional n all regards, but hides a facetious streak behind her composure. More aware of large-scale strategy than tactics, complimenting the General's weakness in that regard. History: TBD) Sartorus stood on the command deck of WInd HQ with hands clasped behind his back, which arched at precisely one hundred and sixty degrees as usual. "General Tarisant." He replied levelly, with an overall lack of emotive inflection. "We are aware of your intentions. Rest assured that accomodations have been made." With that simple response, Sartorus opened his command terminal to Line Captain Jin Siva. "Captain, proceed as planned. Be advised of our firing vector." "Of course, General" Sartorus quickly switched channels to the Wind Cannon control room. "Corporal, authorization to open fire." "Target the command ship, sir?" "Negative. Target a carrier, with troops and landing craft. Prepare the turbolasers for a defensive perimeter around the starfleet." "Right away sir." Amidst the colossal wind power stations, an absolutely behemoth dome stretching over eighty kilometers in diameter rose from the earth and focused the aperture at its center. Then, with a resounding roar that seemed to rattle the atmosphere itself, a laser discharge the size of a destroyer streaked into space and into the belly of a Republic battle carrier. The ensuing explosion seemed to light the entirety of space in blinding white, which faded to reveal a brilliant blossom of flame and debris. Small ripples of energy appeared as debris drifted into the shield that Wind HQ projected around the tightening fleet.* On the bridge of the Sith Harrower Dreadnaught Retribution, Captain Jin Siva spectated as the massive planetary cannon fired. Soon, turbolaser fire from the surface also came up to batter the Republic fleet. To be sure, the Republic fleet greatly outnumbered her own. But to be honest, she felt quite comfortable here. Compliments of the Interdictor ships in the planet's fleet, the Republic's options to exit hyperspace were limited. In fact, they had exited right where she wanted them to. Her own fleet was positioned in a defensive formation over Wind HQ, which commanded a daunting killzone that the Republic fleet now occupied. "Dispatch a wing of fighters in close patrol around the fleet--keep them inside our shields' protection. Send the rest of the fighters and bombers to the surface." "Yes Captain!" A deck officer promptly conveyed her orders to the appropriate decks, and they were carried out shortly. "General," Jin Siva commed Sartorus, "I do trust your ground forces are in position." "Of course they are." "Excellent. Air support is en route to intercept landing troops." "Good. I want enough Republic troops dead by the time they land that Tarisant cannot count them." "Your wish is my command, General. Captain Jin Siva out." (*admittedly a liberty, please feel free to dispute or modify) (EDIT Dmitri Pendragon Leilani Sunblade WookieeElf Sorry guys I am feeling major uninspired for this Decretus battle, I feel like it's just boringly back and forth, and I understand that not all of our members are at full capacity, so this is officially on back burner for now until a bright idea shows up to save it)
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Post by Warrior of Aror on Aug 29, 2016 15:28:44 GMT
Mae-lyn covered her eyes as the carrier exploded in a blinding flash. How did they have time to charge the Cannon? They had to have known the attack was coming, which meant that what the Republic thought was a surprise attack - the Sith had already planned it.
The bridge was thrown into a frenzy as the Sith ground and fleet batteries began to open up on them.
Mae-lyn ran to General Tarisant. "General, I suggest moving our fleet to the Spaceward edge of the Sith fleet. That way the Cannon will not be able to fire upon us without hitting their own fleet and we can still press the assault."
Tarisant nodded. "At the moment that is the best course of action. Tell Commander Labrys to divert course sixty degrees to starboard."
"Yes, sir!"
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Meanwhile, Ketch Baylic of Bulldog Squadron led the middle point of a five pointed arrowhead of several thousand starfighters into the Sith forcefield. They were immediately assaulted by the lasercannons of the Sith fleet, but pressing on despite the lasers flashing by and destroying the fighters next to them. They fell upon the Sith fighters protecting the fleet.
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A division of the Republic fleet broke off from the rest of the fleet, a fair distance away. Several carriers went up in flames as they entered the atmosphere. Their wing of starfighters engaged the Sith airforce, if only to hold it off while the carriers landed.
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Post by NightBlade on Aug 29, 2016 22:16:02 GMT
(As a note, landing craft are separate and significantly smaller than capitol/battleships)
"General, the Republic fleet is moving...trying to leave the killzone, no doubt. I am going to drift the fleet." Captain Jin Siva reported. "Very well, but keep them in the shield." "Of course."
There was another echoing roar as the Cannon discharged again, targeting another carrier that was breaking off just as it began to divulge its fighters. General Sartorus viewed the data fed to him from Captain Jin Siva, comparing it with his own. He calculated that nearly all of the Republic starfighters were deployed by now. Of his own fleet, comprising six Harrower dreadnaughts, a dozen Terminus destroyers and a few Interdictors, accomodated a thousand fighters at best and he had deployed them sparingly. However, the more lightly armed Supremacy fighters could outmanuever the Republic Liberators, and this ability was being put to full advantage as Sith pilots wildly evaded and let the ships' quadlasers tore into their pursuers. Meanwhile, under supporting fire from the ground emplacements, Sith fighters darted amongst the Republic landing craft and harried them with laser fire as the enemy ships were occupied with the disadvantage of atmospheric entry. As turrets pummeled the larger ships, Sith armored vehicles began to spread out to areas of calculated advantage, where they could pounce upon the disembarking troops.
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Post by Warrior of Aror on Aug 30, 2016 0:28:35 GMT
((Posts are taking a while because I have to check Wookieepedia for something every other sentence. )) "Press the attack! We must enter the ray shield and destroy them," General Tarisant ordered. The Republic fleet, consisting of eighteen Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruisers, six Nebulon Frigates, a few Venator-class Destroyers, and about thirty Tartan- and Lancer-class cruisers, began to enter the ray shield. --- Meanwhile, carriers began to land on Desuara, somewhat protected by the swirling fleet of starfighters, and thousands of troops began to disembark. But wherever they met resistance, the Republic carriers moved to go around, which made them go further and further away from the lasercannon. The troops landing were still met with tremendous casualties, but they began to establish a landing ground as tanks landed and fired back. The Mankas were the only thing that gave the infantry a chance. --- The starfighters in the Sith forcefield stayed organized under the Sith defense. Baylic caught an opening in their forces and led a squadron in on a Terminus Destroyer. He swept under the hull, twirling his ship to avoid fire, and got a lock on one generator of the ship. His droid instantly transmitted this to the rest of his squadron. They calculated their timing and then launched their missiles. They hit simultaneously and overwhelmed a small section of the shield and damaged the generator underneath. Three of Baylic's squadron were destroyed in the attack.
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Post by NightBlade on Aug 30, 2016 2:41:35 GMT
(Das okay. I hit it a lot too x)
As the Republic fleet advanced, the Sith ships continued to drift backwards and batter the nearest ships with turbolaser fire. The cannon fired again. and this time the lead Republic Dreadnaught blossomed into flames and debris that blew out into the surrounding ships.
Meanwhile, Sith pilots and point defense quad lasers focused on whittling away at the Republic fighters. One by one and two by two, they were scraped away. The destroyer, along with two others, dropped back behind the remainder of the fleet and away from the Republic main fleet, dividing the crossfire upon enemy fighters into two directions.
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No sooner did the surviving carriers drop off their walkers and troop transports than did the fighters swarm on them, harrying them to beat a hasty retreat from the atmosphere as ground turrets dealt with the enemy fighters. Then the Extinction class bombers that had been waiting ever since their initial deployment from the starfleet, raced in and pummeled the advance walkers with the same ordinance that had razed the mighty Temple of Coruscant to the ground. In a second the nible strike craft where gone, only to loop around again in a different formation and strike the Republic armor next.
"Officers." Sartorus barked. "I want estimations on the enemy forces on the ground."
(^ Warry?)
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Post by Warrior of Aror on Aug 30, 2016 15:32:37 GMT
((Couldn't connect to the internet last night. I wanted to reply, though. And now might be a good time to start using the dice system. You'll have to explain how it works though.)) The Republic battleships split into a crescent shape, the horns seeking to crush both flanks of the Sith fleet. Their lines of blastercannons finally became useful, opening up a blistering barrage on the Sith starships. As a Republic ship's shields became low, it drifted back and the next ship took its place. The Republic flagship, Supernova, was beside the leading Dreadnaught as it erupted in flames. Half of the ship came flying towards them end over end. The back end thrusters collided into the bridge of Supernova. Electronics fried. Everything went black, except for the flames that leapt from the debris. The glass on the bridge shattered. Wailing officers were sucked into space. The entire ship rolled at the impact. Mae-lyn caught onto a ledge as the chaos ensued. As General Tarisant slid past her, vainly grabbing for something sturdy, she reached out to grab him, caught his fingers, but slipped. He fell. Just at the milisecond that he was still half in the room and half in space, the emergency doors closed on him. Suddenly the suction stopped. Power began to come back. Mae-lyn reached for the controls first, turning on autopilot so that it would right itself. She looked back. Three quarters of the officers were gone. Tarisant was dead. She looked around at the exhausted officers. What now? Who would lead the invasion force? Would countless lives be wasted and the invasion become a rout because of this? Mae-lyn had seen the rivalry between the lower officers as the invasion was planned - if they found out that Tarisant was dead ... The pounding of enemy turrets upon their unshielded hull woke her to their present situation. No. She could not let her own doubts keep her from doing this. The other officers might jeopardize the mission if they knew. She turned to the other officers and stood militarily with her hands clasped behind her back, though her dark hair was wildly strewn across her face. Her eyebrows furrowed sharply as she yelled out to them, "Activate the reserve generators and get those shields back up immediately! That is an order!" No one hesitated. --- A few much needed AA guns landed on a nearby ridge and immediately began to set up an umbrella of safety for troops and equipment from the air. This location had been specially chosen as the landing site for its caves - these gave some of the infantry a safezone before they pressed on to capture ground turrets as swiftly as possible. Though many fighters were downed, the Republic seemed to have no end of replacements. They worked in close coordination with the infantry and armor, shielding them from attacking bombers and fighters. This was only possible due to a few Lancer frigates that were quite effective against the Sith starfighters. Two brigades of men had already landed, totaling about ten thousand men and a dozen pieces of heavy equipment. Many of these men were also armed with shoulder fired missiles that locked onto flying targets and blew them to pieces.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Aug 31, 2016 4:00:34 GMT
(( NightBlade: Wait a moment…when was the Temple on Coruscant razed? I know Decretus annihilated the Ossus Temple, and the one on Tython is undergoing major repairs, but Coruscant is the current Jedi gathering point and hasn't been attacked in-battle. Or are you talking about the Tython Temple?))
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Post by NightBlade on Aug 31, 2016 4:30:06 GMT
(@warrior I apologize for not having a post today. I've been tired and busy, but I am at least thinking through a simple yet usable system to calculate attack success/casualties. For now would you like to put together an estimate of the Republic losses, and I'll come up with something for the Sith?) ( Dmitri Pendragon The historical Sacking of Coruscant occured in 3653 BBY, which fits conveniently into the supposed timeline of CaC2. Darth Malgus and Angral attacked and razed the Temple, capturing Coruscant for a few days until a treaty bought them off and started the Cold War. The beginning events of this roleplay clearly ended the Cold War and rewrote history ever since)
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Aug 31, 2016 5:27:52 GMT
(( NightBlade: Ah, I see. I read the Sacking of Coruscant page; I think it's fair to say that, this far after the Cold War, the Temple is in the first stages of rebuilding as the Temple page says. So that we can continue to have it in the battle, as it has been already.))
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Post by Warrior of Aror on Aug 31, 2016 17:04:22 GMT
((Confirmed kills on-screen:
2 Carriers - thousands of deaths 1 Dreadnaught - 16,000 is the average crew, I think.
Estimated kills off-screen:
Starships in space: Maybe 3 Starfighters engaged in space: 500 Starfighters engaged in the atmosphere: 500 Infantry on the ground: 8,000 Heavy armor on the ground: 20
This is based upon my assumption that the battle in space has only been going on for 45 minutes to an hour, and the battle on the ground for at most 30 minutes.
I think I mentioned this to you before, but the total invasion force is of about 5 million troops. And about half a million of these are non-combatants. Most of the 5 million are infantry who haven't arrived yet because they are waiting on news of a successful landing. They started out with about 7,000 starfighters and there's probably 200,000 infantry making the initial landing.))
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Post by NightBlade on Sept 4, 2016 15:36:23 GMT
(Gah so sorry for the wait. I was taking a weekend from adulting) (I have a thought for ranged attacks such as artillery... instead of it being a traditional force versus force attack like we discussed earlier, what if the attacking units roll to surpass a certain check to hit and then inflict casualties equal to their roll (or average of two rolls) plus modifiers, times the number of attacking units?)
"General." Jin Siva commed urgently. "The Republic fleet will breach our shields soon. I believe we need to consummate contingency 1." "Very well, Captain." Sartorius replied after s somber moment. "Is there anything else you can do for us?" "Target those ships in the atmosphere," the Captain replied, "And I'll show you."
On command, the Cannon lowered the capacitor charges greatly, allowing for two smaller but more rapid shots. Two massive cannon bolts pounded into the two nearest Lancers, transforming them into a collosal rainstorm of deadly burning debris upon the recently landed troops. Meanwhile, the small Sith air force of two hundred bombers and fighters quickly pulled back from their engagement after taking almost fifty casualties to both wings. They retreated to the defensive grid of ground turrets around the fort defense perimeter. Said turrets were well out of effective range, but nonetheless fired relentlessly at the enemy fighters. (50 turrets roll 16 and 4, average 10, minus 2 for long range to hit enemy fighters)
Jin Siva watched two of the Lancers take Cannon fire and nodded grimly. Good enough. "Contingency 1, execute!" "Captain..." a cracking voice replied on the comms, "This is the second left flank Terminus. We've taken smdamage to the generator...we can't make a long jump." "Pull down to the atmosphere, into Wind Base's defense zone." "I think I have a better plan, Captain. You need to get going." "I don't want to hear about your plan, Officer. I gave you an order--" "Just go, Captain. The crew has made up it's mind." "What are you--" The Captain didn't get to finish her angry response. The damaged Terminus had fired up its hyperdrive with the remaining strength of its guttering generator. Streaking into a blur, the small ship accelerated to near-light speed...and straight into the battle group at the very center of the Republic fleet. Captain Jin Siva swore. "All ships stage one, go!" As one, the fifteen remaining Sith warships banked to starboard. As they did, all turbolasers opened fire upon the masses of Republic troops upon the ground. The landscape was horribly ravaged, but the damage was worth it for the cost of Republic lives. After the short barrage, the Captain called for stage two. And one after the other, the Sith fleet disappeared into hyperspace.
"Alright troops." General Sartorius announced. "We're on our own. Artillery, commence!" All of the remaining 900 Sith fighters had withdrawn to circle Wind HQ, heavily defended by shields and turrets. At the edge of this protective zone, two divisions of 500 Imperial crawler tanks opened fire with their artillery batteries to bombard the Republic formations. (1000 artillery roll 17+20, averaging 18.5. As per my proposed system, that would cause 18500 casualties. However, there was a critical 20...what would that mean?)
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Sept 5, 2016 13:02:05 GMT
Ver released the Pull as soon as she realized what Elius was doing. Ducking away from his elbow, she aimed a slash at his midsection, but Elius was in close enough to cramp her blade, and her finger somehow bumped the switch to turn the 'saber blade off. She took a hasty step back to give herself space to recover and switched the blade back on. "I've had a lot on my mind recently, trying to keep you and your friends from destroying this place." ((Rolled: 12 to duck (5 check), 1 to slash (6 check- crit. failure).)) As Ver's lightsaber flickered out, Elius pounced, abandoning strategy in hopes of bisecting her before she could recover. Her lightsaber buzzed back to life, however, and sparks flew as the blades hissed against each other. He recovered his strategy and this time combined a Force pull and a thrust at her throat. "Ah well. I suppose it's the fate of Jedi. Having to deal with every problem, every situation that crops up that involves Sith and the Force." He shook his head and tsked. "Being a Jedi can be such a drain sometimes. No wonder we have Sith in this galaxy. The Jedi ask too much, and the Sith are those who don't want to give that much." ((Elius: 3 for first attack, 5 check / 14 for second attack, 10 check)) ((Sorry for the wait on this. Other things took priority.) Ver pushed against his pull, twisting to the side as she brought her 'saber up to parry his blade. "For the three- hundredth time," she snapped, "I came to this planet with the intention of retrieving a fellow Jedi and leaving as quickly as possible." She strengthened her push, turning it into a shove to throw Elius back. "Had Helm not asked me to help, that's exactly what I would've done." She advanced with a series of swift slashes, hoping to catch him still off-balance from the shove. "But I promised I would, and I keep my promises. So will you and your friends stop going on about it as if I came solely to meddle, when that was the last thing on my mind?" Calm. Down. Frustration won't help; anger won't help; he's trying to get a rise out of you and you're giving him what he wants . . .((Rolled: 17 to defend- push, dodge, parry (14 check), 13 to Force shove (6 check), 10 for saber attack (8 check).
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Post by Warrior of Aror on Sept 6, 2016 16:20:25 GMT
((I don't know what "critical 20" means. So the Republic lost 400 fighters in your first roll?)) The Terminus crashed into the middle of the crescent of the Republic fleet, a Dreadnaught and a Nebulon ship immediately erupted in flame at their bows. A few escape pods shot out the back, but as the ships exploded, the pods were swallowed in flame. Two Nebulons and another Dreadnaught were severely damaged by the blast radius and had to withdraw immediately. Now the landing could begin in earnest. Troop carriers had room to safely land and deposit their troops. They landed in a massive ring around Wind HQ. Then the infantry and starfighters began the assault on the network of turrets, trenches, and older style fortresses around the giant Cannon. ((So ... how do I roll now to indicate an overall attack? Say there's ten thousand attacking Republic troops per fortress. Do I roll for each attack?))
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Post by NightBlade on Sept 7, 2016 3:14:32 GMT
(Aheh...I'm too tired to do good explaining, so here I steal a quote "A natural 20 - rolling a perfect twenty on a twenty sided die is a success, no matter what you are rolling for. this is also called a "critical" success, in that it succeeds in an amazing and awe inspiring well (critically, if you will) for instance, if you roll a natural twenty to percieve any trace of where the bear you're hunting has gone, you might find tracks leading you straight to his den, or you might even percieve his location and true, astral identity, becoming one with and instantly attaining all of his attributes. a critical failure (natural one) is the exact opposite - rolling a natural one to percieve where the bear has gone could cause you to a) fail to find him, get yourself lost in the woods b) cause you to go blind c) you're the bear, and the hunter that was hunting you just killed you") (As for the fighters, nah that sounds wrong....let's just say it doesn't pass a 10 check and fails. Maybe kills like 50 or something) (The fortress attacking is a mighty complex thing since it hasn't been established how many troops are there, or how many trenches are in front of it, etc. But I think both of us are going to need to be specific with things (e.g. how many troop carriers, how many troops, how many starfighters? How are they attacking the positions?)
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Sept 8, 2016 7:49:08 GMT
Ver pushed against his pull, twisting to the side as she brought her 'saber up to parry his blade. "For the three- hundredth time," she snapped, "I came to this planet with the intention of retrieving a fellow Jedi and leaving as quickly as possible." She strengthened her push, turning it into a shove to throw Elius back. "Had Helm not asked me to help, that's exactly what I would've done." She advanced with a series of swift slashes, hoping to catch him still off-balance from the shove. "But I promised I would, and I keep my promises. So will you and your friends stop going on about it as if I came solely to meddle, when that was the last thing on my mind?" Calm. Down. Frustration won't help; anger won't help; he's trying to get a rise out of you and you're giving him what he wants . . .((Rolled: 17 to defend- push, dodge, parry (14 check), 13 to Force shove (6 check), 10 for saber attack (8 check). Ver's Push caught Elius off balance, tossing him backwards and throwing to the ground. His lightsaber whirled out of his hands and skidded across the ground far out of reach, slipped into the Chaotic Gate and disappeared with a crackle of electricity. Elius scrambled to recover, made it back to his feet before Ver reached him. He wove back and forth, attempting to dodge her strikes. One slash singed his cheek, another swept through the arm of his Imarien tunic and burned a thick line across his bicep. For a moment he slipped out of reach. "It is unfortunate," he said quietly, "that Helm has drawn you into his war and left you to fight it alone." ((Elius: 1 to resist push (6 check, critical failure) / 15 to recover (15 check) / 18 to dodge strikes (15 check) ))
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Post by Elytra on Sept 13, 2016 2:50:50 GMT
((I'm thinking of starting a relaxed subplot. Anyone?))
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Sept 24, 2016 1:12:23 GMT
Ver pushed against his pull, twisting to the side as she brought her 'saber up to parry his blade. "For the three- hundredth time," she snapped, "I came to this planet with the intention of retrieving a fellow Jedi and leaving as quickly as possible." She strengthened her push, turning it into a shove to throw Elius back. "Had Helm not asked me to help, that's exactly what I would've done." She advanced with a series of swift slashes, hoping to catch him still off-balance from the shove. "But I promised I would, and I keep my promises. So will you and your friends stop going on about it as if I came solely to meddle, when that was the last thing on my mind?" Calm. Down. Frustration won't help; anger won't help; he's trying to get a rise out of you and you're giving him what he wants . . .((Rolled: 17 to defend- push, dodge, parry (14 check), 13 to Force shove (6 check), 10 for saber attack (8 check). Ver's Push caught Elius off balance, tossing him backwards and throwing to the ground. His lightsaber whirled out of his hands and skidded across the ground far out of reach, slipped into the Chaotic Gate and disappeared with a crackle of electricity. Elius scrambled to recover, made it back to his feet before Ver reached him. He wove back and forth, attempting to dodge her strikes. One slash singed his cheek, another swept through the arm of his Imarien tunic and burned a thick line across his bicep. For a moment he slipped out of reach. "It is unfortunate," he said quietly, "that Helm has drawn you into his war and left you to fight it alone." ((Elius: 1 to resist push (6 check, critical failure) / 15 to recover (15 check) / 18 to dodge strikes (15 check) )) Ver's attack faltered for a moment as Elius's words hit their mark and left a sting. He was right; this was Helm's war; if not for Helm, she'd have finished her mission and gone on her way . . . Except, no, if not for Helm, she'd probably have been imprisoned or tossed off the planet when the Craven Wolves caught her- how long ago? It felt like years at this point. That would've been easier. But that would've been failure as well . . . Ver shook herself and continued to press forward. Elius's 'saber was gone, she knew. But as long as he had the Force, he wasn't truly unarmed, or so she told herself in her subconscious effort to justify attacking an apparently unarmed man. "I'm not listening to you." ((17 to attack (7 check).)) ((Also, apologies for the wait. I meant to get to this sooner and then forgot. For the record, if I in future don't respond to this thread for a while, but I'm posting elsewhere, feel free to poke me and make sure I know I need to reply on here.)) ((I'm thinking of starting a relaxed subplot. Anyone?)) ((I was going to say yes, but considering that it took me two weeks to reply to one post . . . might not be the greatest of ideas. So, I don't know. Depends who else joins.))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Oct 1, 2016 4:26:33 GMT
Ver's attack faltered for a moment as Elius's words hit their mark and left a sting. He was right; this was Helm's war; if not for Helm, she'd have finished her mission and gone on her way . . . Except, no, if not for Helm, she'd probably have been imprisoned or tossed off the planet when the Craven Wolves caught her- how long ago? It felt like years at this point. That would've been easier. But that would've been failure as well . . . Ver shook herself and continued to press forward. Elius's 'saber was gone, she knew. But as long as he had the Force, he wasn't truly unarmed, or so she told herself in her subconscious effort to justify attacking an apparently unarmed man. "I'm not listening to you." ((17 to attack (7 check).)) ((Also, apologies for the wait. I meant to get to this sooner and then forgot. For the record, if I in future don't respond to this thread for a while, but I'm posting elsewhere, feel free to poke me and make sure I know I need to reply on here.)) Elius wove back and forth, shimmering with a faint dark halo, dodging and ducking, sometimes leaping aside with Force-imbued jumps, always retreating. The dark shimmer gathered in his hand and stretched towards Ver like a drop of molten glue, but then snapped back, evidently not yet powerful enough to reach her or do any harm. ((Elius: 15 to dodge strikes (15 check) / 5 to Force attack (15 check) )) (('Tis fine. I'm sure you had other important things to do. At least most of the time. Will do.))
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Oct 11, 2016 2:08:42 GMT
Ver's attack faltered for a moment as Elius's words hit their mark and left a sting. He was right; this was Helm's war; if not for Helm, she'd have finished her mission and gone on her way . . . Except, no, if not for Helm, she'd probably have been imprisoned or tossed off the planet when the Craven Wolves caught her- how long ago? It felt like years at this point. That would've been easier. But that would've been failure as well . . . Ver shook herself and continued to press forward. Elius's 'saber was gone, she knew. But as long as he had the Force, he wasn't truly unarmed, or so she told herself in her subconscious effort to justify attacking an apparently unarmed man. "I'm not listening to you." ((17 to attack (7 check).)) ((Also, apologies for the wait. I meant to get to this sooner and then forgot. For the record, if I in future don't respond to this thread for a while, but I'm posting elsewhere, feel free to poke me and make sure I know I need to reply on here.)) Elius wove back and forth, shimmering with a faint dark halo, dodging and ducking, sometimes leaping aside with Force-imbued jumps, always retreating. The dark shimmer gathered in his hand and stretched towards Ver like a drop of molten glue, but then snapped back, evidently not yet powerful enough to reach her or do any harm. ((Elius: 15 to dodge strikes (15 check) / 5 to Force attack (15 check) )) (('Tis fine. I'm sure you had other important things to do. At least most of the time. Will do.)) Drawing on the Force for speed, for strength, for endurance, for direction, Ver continued to slash and thrust at Elius. With every step and every stroke, she tried to push him back towards and through the Chaotic Gate. Perhaps getting closer would strengthen his attacks; she wasn't sure- this close, the distance might not make a distance. But if she could get him through, maybe that would give them enough time to somehow destroy the Gate. Maybe. At this point, she could only hope. ((13 to attack (8 check).)) ((Also: it might be mildly useful to have some idea what the other Imarian are doing at this moment? Are they fighting other people? Are they watching/recovering from stuff? Are they trying to dismantle/destroy the Gate while Elius is occupied with Ver? Because if that last one is true, Ver's strategy here would change; she'd be trying to keep him away from the Gate. And, yeah, I probably should've asked this weeks ago. Sorry.))
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Oct 21, 2016 5:14:17 GMT
Drawing on the Force for speed, for strength, for endurance, for direction, Ver continued to slash and thrust at Elius. With every step and every stroke, she tried to push him back towards and through the Chaotic Gate. Perhaps getting closer would strengthen his attacks; she wasn't sure- this close, the distance might not make a distance. But if she could get him through, maybe that would give them enough time to somehow destroy the Gate. Maybe. At this point, she could only hope. ((13 to attack (8 check).)) ((Also: it might be mildly useful to have some idea what the other Imarian are doing at this moment? Are they fighting other people? Are they watching/recovering from stuff? Are they trying to dismantle/destroy the Gate while Elius is occupied with Ver? Because if that last one is true, Ver's strategy here would change; she'd be trying to keep him away from the Gate. And, yeah, I probably should've asked this weeks ago. Sorry.)) ((On the Imarien: Out of the four, Hayn has remained in the ship, being unfit to fight and exhausted in the Force. I suppose the realistic action would be for Valene and Dedan and Jeke to support Ver in the fight, but I haven't had the willpower to write them doing that. I'll say that Valene is exerting her Force abilities to smother Elius's, giving him a -4 check; Dedan is waiting for an opening in the fight to attack Elius; Jeke is searching the houses for the other Imarien Valene sensed, thus far unfruitfully.)) ((Elius: 2 to dodge strikes (15 check) )) Elius stumbled, and Ver's lightsaber penetrated his ribs, slipping out again through his back. Instantly the dark halo surrounding him vanished. He collapsed to the ground. His irises showed black and dull under half-closed eyelids.
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Post by Elytra on Oct 24, 2016 18:26:48 GMT
Hadar strode through the green fields of his home country. This was it, he was finally back. Just ahead of him, there would be his village. Hadar quickened his pace, wanting to get home to Mem and Pappi. As he went up the hill, he broke into a run. Then he crested the top. He was home! He could see the houses on their stilts, the half round doors painted their bright happy colours. Hadar couldn't stop himself. He sprinted down towards the village, his satchel flying in the wind. He reached the middle of the village. Empty. "Hey, where is everyone?!" He called. No answer. Hadar took a deep breath and walked to the nearest house. He climbed the ladder and knocked on the door. It opened.
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Oct 30, 2016 23:52:26 GMT
Drawing on the Force for speed, for strength, for endurance, for direction, Ver continued to slash and thrust at Elius. With every step and every stroke, she tried to push him back towards and through the Chaotic Gate. Perhaps getting closer would strengthen his attacks; she wasn't sure- this close, the distance might not make a distance. But if she could get him through, maybe that would give them enough time to somehow destroy the Gate. Maybe. At this point, she could only hope. ((13 to attack (8 check).)) ((Also: it might be mildly useful to have some idea what the other Imarian are doing at this moment? Are they fighting other people? Are they watching/recovering from stuff? Are they trying to dismantle/destroy the Gate while Elius is occupied with Ver? Because if that last one is true, Ver's strategy here would change; she'd be trying to keep him away from the Gate. And, yeah, I probably should've asked this weeks ago. Sorry.)) ((On the Imarien: Out of the four, Hayn has remained in the ship, being unfit to fight and exhausted in the Force. I suppose the realistic action would be for Valene and Dedan and Jeke to support Ver in the fight, but I haven't had the willpower to write them doing that. I'll say that Valene is exerting her Force abilities to smother Elius's, giving him a -4 check; Dedan is waiting for an opening in the fight to attack Elius; Jeke is searching the houses for the other Imarien Valene sensed, thus far unfruitfully.)) ((Elius: 2 to dodge strikes (15 check) )) Elius stumbled, and Ver's lightsaber penetrated his ribs, slipping out again through his back. Instantly the dark halo surrounding him vanished. He collapsed to the ground. His irises showed black and dull under half-closed eyelids. ((Danke. And it's fine if you don't want to actually write them, particularly since that would mean you'd have your characters fighting your characters and that's always awkward, but giving parenthetical information on what they're doing to support- like you just did- is helpful.)) Ver eyed Elius warily, recalling the last thing something like this had happened. That time he didn't go down at all . . . but that didn't mean he wasn't faking, or that going through the Mirror hadn't done . . . something. Did he qualify as dead- and therefore unkillable- or alive- and therefore just really hard to kill? One way to be certain. Ver took a step closer and then slashed her lightsaber in a low line, severing Elius's head from his body- then, for good measure, kicked the head some distance away. Then she turned around to face the others. "Right. Now- the Gate. Yes?"
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Nov 2, 2016 7:04:59 GMT
((On the Imarien: Out of the four, Hayn has remained in the ship, being unfit to fight and exhausted in the Force. I suppose the realistic action would be for Valene and Dedan and Jeke to support Ver in the fight, but I haven't had the willpower to write them doing that. I'll say that Valene is exerting her Force abilities to smother Elius's, giving him a -4 check; Dedan is waiting for an opening in the fight to attack Elius; Jeke is searching the houses for the other Imarien Valene sensed, thus far unfruitfully.)) ((Elius: 2 to dodge strikes (15 check) )) Elius stumbled, and Ver's lightsaber penetrated his ribs, slipping out again through his back. Instantly the dark halo surrounding him vanished. He collapsed to the ground. His irises showed black and dull under half-closed eyelids. ((Danke. And it's fine if you don't want to actually write them, particularly since that would mean you'd have your characters fighting your characters and that's always awkward, but giving parenthetical information on what they're doing to support- like you just did- is helpful.)) Ver eyed Elius warily, recalling the last thing something like this had happened. That time he didn't go down at all . . . but that didn't mean he wasn't faking, or that going through the Mirror hadn't done . . . something. Did he qualify as dead- and therefore unkillable- or alive- and therefore just really hard to kill? One way to be certain. Ver took a step closer and then slashed her lightsaber in a low line, severing Elius's head from his body- then, for good measure, kicked the head some distance away. Then she turned around to face the others. "Right. Now- the Gate. Yes?" The tension slipped from Dedan's shoulders as Elius fell, although he kept his eyes on the body. He pointed with his activated lightsaber to the severed head. "He's not dead. Look." The head slowed abnormally quickly from Ver's kick, as if some invisible force still connected it to the body. Elius's eyes were fixed and glassy, half-lidded. Dark blood pooled around the shoulders and neck of the headless body, not spurting as if a heart still pumped it, but steady. Valene approached. "He called it Preservation in the Temple. You stabbed him through then, and he seemed to take no notice of it." She stared at the body with hollow eyes before turning away. "I think it keeps the spirit in the body. I don't remember any other Imarien who had it, but it's listed in the books. You have to heal before you can continue to operate, but he's not dead, as Dedan said." Dedan pressed his lips together. "Then we will make the healing process more difficult." He marched to the body and glanced up. "You may not want to watch. This will be gruesome." Jeke limped back to the rest. "I can't find anyone anywhere." "I sensed them," Valene said sharply. "I can read their names in the air." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "They are here. Keep looking."
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Nov 12, 2016 3:00:39 GMT
((Danke. And it's fine if you don't want to actually write them, particularly since that would mean you'd have your characters fighting your characters and that's always awkward, but giving parenthetical information on what they're doing to support- like you just did- is helpful.)) Ver eyed Elius warily, recalling the last thing something like this had happened. That time he didn't go down at all . . . but that didn't mean he wasn't faking, or that going through the Mirror hadn't done . . . something. Did he qualify as dead- and therefore unkillable- or alive- and therefore just really hard to kill? One way to be certain. Ver took a step closer and then slashed her lightsaber in a low line, severing Elius's head from his body- then, for good measure, kicked the head some distance away. Then she turned around to face the others. "Right. Now- the Gate. Yes?" The tension slipped from Dedan's shoulders as Elius fell, although he kept his eyes on the body. He pointed with his activated lightsaber to the severed head. "He's not dead. Look." The head slowed abnormally quickly from Ver's kick, as if some invisible force still connected it to the body. Elius's eyes were fixed and glassy, half-lidded. Dark blood pooled around the shoulders and neck of the headless body, not spurting as if a heart still pumped it, but steady. Valene approached. "He called it Preservation in the Temple. You stabbed him through then, and he seemed to take no notice of it." She stared at the body with hollow eyes before turning away. "I think it keeps the spirit in the body. I don't remember any other Imarien who had it, but it's listed in the books. You have to heal before you can continue to operate, but he's not dead, as Dedan said." Dedan pressed his lips together. "Then we will make the healing process more difficult." He marched to the body and glanced up. "You may not want to watch. This will be gruesome." Jeke limped back to the rest. "I can't find anyone anywhere." "I sensed them," Valene said sharply. "I can read their names in the air." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "They are here. Keep looking." ((Seriously, though. If a week goes by and I don't respond but I've obviously been on the UG, kick me. Or poke me. Or something. Because I really do need to get better about making sure I respond to this in a timely fashion.)) Of course he wasn't dead. It would've been easy if Elius, or any of these Sith or not-Sith or what-have-you would just die when you stabbed them. And of course they couldn't have that. Calm down, Ver. Complaining, whether mentally or out loud, wouldn't do any good. And at least Elius had the courtesy to not come back as quickly or as easily as the others. And at least as long as his spirit was still in his body, it wasn't bothering them. That meant they had time to find the other Imarian and maybe- hopefully, do something about that Gate still looming. Ver nodded at Dedan. "I'll leave you to it, then. Thank you." Another blessing: that I'm not the one who has to do . . . that. She took several steps away from Elius's body, glancing around the circle of huts. If Valene senses them, they must be here. But where? Not somewhere obvious, otherwise Jeke would've found them- otherwise Elius would've found them and they wouldn't be here anymore. In the Temple, where would we go if an enemy got inside? Those of us who weren't called to fight? Downwards, that's where. Inward and downward. But surely if there were some kind of secret passage or underground section, Jeke would've known about it? Or Valene would've suggested it? Or Elius would've found it; he was the head of the Imarian, wasn't he? That something so obvious could be missed by all three- four, counting Dedan- seemed impossible. Improbable. Not impossible. Ver headed towards the largest of the buildings; it seemed the most likely place to start. As she walked, she reached out through the Force, trying to get a better sense of the other Imarian- how many there were, some general idea of their direction, anything that might be useful.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Nov 16, 2016 7:21:50 GMT
((Seriously, though. If a week goes by and I don't respond but I've obviously been on the UG, kick me. Or poke me. Or something. Because I really do need to get better about making sure I respond to this in a timely fashion.)) Of course he wasn't dead. It would've been easy if Elius, or any of these Sith or not-Sith or what-have-you would just die when you stabbed them. And of course they couldn't have that. Calm down, Ver. Complaining, whether mentally or out loud, wouldn't do any good. And at least Elius had the courtesy to not come back as quickly or as easily as the others. And at least as long as his spirit was still in his body, it wasn't bothering them. That meant they had time to find the other Imarian and maybe- hopefully, do something about that Gate still looming. Ver nodded at Dedan. "I'll leave you to it, then. Thank you." Another blessing: that I'm not the one who has to do . . . that. She took several steps away from Elius's body, glancing around the circle of huts. If Valene senses them, they must be here. But where? Not somewhere obvious, otherwise Jeke would've found them- otherwise Elius would've found them and they wouldn't be here anymore. In the Temple, where would we go if an enemy got inside? Those of us who weren't called to fight? Downwards, that's where. Inward and downward. But surely if there were some kind of secret passage or underground section, Jeke would've known about it? Or Valene would've suggested it? Or Elius would've found it; he was the head of the Imarian, wasn't he? That something so obvious could be missed by all three- four, counting Dedan- seemed impossible. Improbable. Not impossible. Ver headed towards the largest of the buildings; it seemed the most likely place to start. As she walked, she reached out through the Force, trying to get a better sense of the other Imarian- how many there were, some general idea of their direction, anything that might be useful. Valene started, opened her eyes. She clenched her fist, and her lightsaber activated with a buzz. She raised the tip to point at the Chaotic Gate. "They're in there."
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Post by Leilani Sunblade on Nov 21, 2016 2:09:29 GMT
((Seriously, though. If a week goes by and I don't respond but I've obviously been on the UG, kick me. Or poke me. Or something. Because I really do need to get better about making sure I respond to this in a timely fashion.)) Of course he wasn't dead. It would've been easy if Elius, or any of these Sith or not-Sith or what-have-you would just die when you stabbed them. And of course they couldn't have that. Calm down, Ver. Complaining, whether mentally or out loud, wouldn't do any good. And at least Elius had the courtesy to not come back as quickly or as easily as the others. And at least as long as his spirit was still in his body, it wasn't bothering them. That meant they had time to find the other Imarian and maybe- hopefully, do something about that Gate still looming. Ver nodded at Dedan. "I'll leave you to it, then. Thank you." Another blessing: that I'm not the one who has to do . . . that. She took several steps away from Elius's body, glancing around the circle of huts. If Valene senses them, they must be here. But where? Not somewhere obvious, otherwise Jeke would've found them- otherwise Elius would've found them and they wouldn't be here anymore. In the Temple, where would we go if an enemy got inside? Those of us who weren't called to fight? Downwards, that's where. Inward and downward. But surely if there were some kind of secret passage or underground section, Jeke would've known about it? Or Valene would've suggested it? Or Elius would've found it; he was the head of the Imarian, wasn't he? That something so obvious could be missed by all three- four, counting Dedan- seemed impossible. Improbable. Not impossible. Ver headed towards the largest of the buildings; it seemed the most likely place to start. As she walked, she reached out through the Force, trying to get a better sense of the other Imarian- how many there were, some general idea of their direction, anything that might be useful. Valene started, opened her eyes. She clenched her fist, and her lightsaber activated with a buzz. She raised the tip to point at the Chaotic Gate. "They're in there." Of course they are. I probably should've thought of that first. Ver turned to eye the stormy energies of the Gate. "Well. I suppose that means we're going in there too- assuming there's a chance that they and we can come out again as ourselves?"
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