Star Wars Galaxy At War RP Thread

Ghost Six merely nodded, making a sudden violet turn as they arrived at a sharp curve. She could compliment herself for her flying talents, but even the most talented had to admit to their own limitation, and she couldn't fly inside this ship forever. Sooner or later, the enemies would get lucky, or she and her team unlucky. "We need an exit" She commented, uncertain where exactly they should head. She activated a canon and opened fire at a wall at the far end of the corridor, although did not have enough firepower to break through it. She sighed, reaching the end of the corridor and was brought into the next one "Any ideas, sir? We're running out of flight areas" She commented.

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Tyri conveniently descended behind Julius fighter and circled, appearing on the side of the TIE and with a few presses of a button destroyed one of the two, who uncontrolled smashed into its neighbor. "Two riddened of your back, wing commander. The third slipped my fingers. Heed" she spoke in communication and turned to attain a new opening, hoping that the third would be dealt with by someone else.

Tyri flew in utter calmness, pleased to be battleing in new space rather than the same old they had been at for months. Sure, space looked the same wherever, but the mere knowledge of change was refreshing. It came back to her how much she actually liked flying.

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Darth Banis chuckled and walked past Daran, patting him on the shoulder in satisfaction "Indeed I did" she said as she came to the door and it opened with the terrified tech standing in front of her. She placed her hand on the shoulder of the tech and then spoke "Don't worry. You won't remember this" she declared and the tech at first eyed her in confusion before his gaze transformed into a glance of bliss. He smiled and turned, walking down the corridor, away from her chamber. Banis lifted the stormtrooper up with the Force and brought it into the room, closing the door behind her "The techs won't remember a thing. Let's see you repair this body. He has sang his last song, but his body will be good practise. Try undo your damage, it's quite the fine practise" she said and dropped the bleeding stormtrooper on the ground.

Originally posted by Obsidian Fury
((To brief you up on this, EH: You just dropped out of hyperspace near the planet Pressado III. In orbit of this planet is a significant amount of Imperial Alliance ships that are besieging the Obsidian Fury, which is the ship that Rhonin is in control of. The Imperial Alliance had decided to deal with Rhonin before he grew in power. Strike him early. Q'Anilia and a special IA force is onboard the Obsidian Fury with intent of escape))

"as always, but i have some friends coming in soon, so make it quick" jacen told him spinning around to see the arrival of new ships. 1 slightly battered Lucrehulk-class battleship( the Ori Jekai), 2 Aggressor-class Star Destroyer (Ebony and Ivory, Ebony has a standard grey colour and Ivory has a jet black paint finish with some streaks of grey) and 2 MC30c frigates (The Kahd and the the Mesen)
meanwhile the fighters flew around on orders not to engage unless engaged first

Julius got his fighter under control, re-routing power that had been running weapons to the engines. With his fighter under control, Arsic began twittling out a damage report.

"'No Arsic, I'm fine, heh. Yeah, get those shields back and we won't be so valnerable." The R2 unit peeped a response. "Two, thanks for the help! I'm clear. Form up and get after the new TIE wave. I'll be back shortly."

Forresters' voice broke over his com. "Ghost here, could use an exit."

"This is Shadow Leader. You got it!" He swung the fighter in-line with the OF and blaster off for it. (Wrtrs Blck)

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Sear sighed, stood and picked the body up, placing it on the table. He waved his hand over the body, and the blood drained from his throat into a floating ball. He had to apply pressure under certain points of the liquid to keep it afloat before. It was't too hard, the hard part was rapidly re-growing the tissue around the nerves and the veins so as to prevent clotting. He had to hold of the flow of blood, which taxed his mind. "I- I can't."

***

Forrester grinned. "Good old Julius. How is she, Q'Anila?"

"That should do it" Ghost Six said and noted the explosions. She slowed the ship slightly and took another curve, appearing by the recently created exit and blasted it into a greater size at her approach, and then came to exit the Obsidian Fury. With great satisfaction she could lean back when they entered real space, and she sighed in relief, only to catch herself forced to dodge a TIE on the outside suddenly. She studied the space and the wrecks that floated all around the Obsidian Fury "By the Force . . . that's what they say, isn't it?" She uttered as a comment to the space 'slaughter' if it could be considered that.

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"Welcome out, Ghost" Tyri spoke and shot down the TIE that Ghost had just dodged, falling in on its side almost as an escort.

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"Confidence, my apprentice" She moved up to where he worked and positioned herself behind him. She then reached out with her hands over his shoulders when she had positioned herself close to him, and placed her hands on his tenderly, grasping them "You can do anything" She closed her eyes and channeled her strength into him and his actions, guiding him through the Force "Your strength. Your capabilities are only limited by yourself. Calm yourself, sense every motion, every drop of blood and focus. Guide the blood with the Force, create temporary veins if need be" Banis slowed her breath, lending him her strength, her patience, her tranquillity, her faith.

Bank stood back and Force-threw a thermal detonator at the MagnaGuard pair. However, his apprentice stood ready to fight back the remaining parts of the MagnaGuards, because there were several platoons of droids ready along with the MagnaGuards as well.

Bank's apprentice: Direct hit!

The MagnaGuards' remains were Force-shoved to other droids, damaging them or, in some cases, taking them out of combat. Their commander, a B2 "super" battle droid coded OOM-17 (along with the other droid officers) was directly into the line of fire of a thermal detonator thrown by Bank. However, the explosive implement was pushed off by strong wind and so it made a few wall sections crumble on the droids. But then, his apprentice fought off the remaining droids as he took the prisoners to safety.

OOM-17: I challenge you to a duel, Jedi...

Bank's apprentice: Weird, seeing that I'm not a Jedi!

At that moment, she took out her blaster, an old DC-10 carbine that Bank bought at the ridiculously low price of 99 credits a pair at a Geonosian flea market. As was standard among blaster duels, the combatants stood back three footsteps each and then faced each other, but Bank's apprentice had a single shot left in her DC-10, so had OOM-17. She could barely roll, but her outer garment was pierced, avoiding her to pay a much greater price. Then, she could slice OOM-17 with her lightsaber, bringing in the remains of OOM-17, for it also was the object of a bounty.

the mandalorian fighters whih were mostly StarVipers, skiprays and Kimogila heavy fighters suddenly turned alive and flew after the shadow 6 and blasted off any TIEs attacking it with minimal casualties
"we got your back shadow 6," Mareek Stele told the ship, he himself ws pilotting his own TIE-Defender

Originally posted by Jedireaper
Ona sighed as she slipped off the desk. "Not at all, general, we'll continue our conversation at a later time." She smiled as she walked around the table, placing a hand on Del Gona's shoulder, and felt, no less saw, the officer stiffen. Ona laughed. "I will see about the paperwork tomorrow then. Shall I take you to living quaters... if you plan on staying here for the duration." She was merely stating not questioning, winking at Del, as the general turned and preceeded them into the comfortable temperate-ly heated hallway. Jalos's droids all turned to look as she exited, performing identi-scans.

**GENERAL. HARSOM VOSSK, ONA. 38 YEARS OF AGE. FEMALE. HUMAN. HEIGHT 167 CENTIMETERS. SCAR. ERROR- NOT MATCHED TO DATABASE.**

"Have a good look boys!"

**VOICE PRINT CONFIRMED **

"RODGER RODGER. GOOD EVENING GENERAL VOSSK."

She smiled. "Smart biscuit!"

"smart biscuit?" jalos asked, confused. after a moment he laughed heartily. "okay then."

del turned, collecting his case and following behind the droids, sighing in relief. "damn that woman." he mumbled to himself.

as they approached the room 2 droids suddenly bounded forward ahead of jalos and stepped into the open door. after a brief pause there deep monotone voices resounded "NO HOSTILE DEVICES DETECTED WARLORD." gren smiled
"excellent, then if you would excuse me general, captain."he stepped backwards into the door and it slid shut. the remaining droids in the corridor split up and stood on either side of the door. as they split a dark green r3 unit suddenly came into view. it tweeted harshly and tried once again to hide behind the gaurds.

Hetar, spinning right from the TIE that had been on his tail, he hung low to the OF's deck. The TIE blasted at Hetar and did most of the work of shooting the ship for him. "Thanks buddy." He cornered around a turbo laser with the TIE hot on his heels, green lasers chewing the armour plates to molten states. The commander kicked in his repulsors right after the hard turn, bouncing him up above the dead ended wall. The TIE however, it's pilot skilled but lacking repulsors, crashed into the strut. The TIE's fuel cells ruptured and it exploaded on the hull. Hetar sight, and with a grin, pull back on his stick, and headed for the Ghost icon on his HUD. It was their primary objective after all. "Two, you have lead." He brought up on her tail as he highlighted an inbound flight of TIEs on the scopes. "We should be outbound before they get here." He quickly transmitted the omega signal.

***

"Admiral. We've got confirmation."

Admiral Harsom, looking out at the turbo laser peppered space before the Instigator's view ports. "Retreat. Fall back to redenzvous points. We lost this one."

"Uh... sir... yes, sir."

***

Forrester grinned. "Great piloting, six!" He could have kissed her, but remained passive. "Q'Anila, how is she?" (dead)

***

Daran relished in his Mistresss touch, feeling her strength flow through him, her mind clearing away his thoughts until he felt complete clarity in her presense. He could feel the veins, he could manipulate the flesh to grow. However although he had started the heart beating, the Stormtrooper would no-longer live.

"Instigator, we will stay to cover your retreat, just make sure all your men are back onboard" jacen told harsom as all his guns started firing upon the OF as his ships arched around it

"We are safe to come together at rendezvous by the look of things, wing commander. Ghost, you are under Shadow Squadron escort and protection. Head for designated ship and we'll wrap things up with the hostility" She uttered in the com-link to the ship that she now had positioned herself above as an escort. She couldn't help but wonder though, was this a victory or a defeat? Surely they had inflicted damage on the Obsidian Fury, but it did not appear to intend going down anytime soon, and the TIE fighters just kept on coming.

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Ghost Six nodded with a firm "Copy that" as a response to Shadow Two before turning to Forrester with a smirk, although not saying anything, merely nodding. As she set course for the large ship that were to take them in, she turned and looked over her shoulder in concerne at the one Q'Anilia had attempted to save.

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"I never expected you to bring him back. Merely repair the scars and give it a try" She responded with a smile. She had realised the very moment he did what he did that this soldier would not return from the dead. "You did well. You've gotten a deeper touch with the internal structure of a body thanks to this practise. This man has served his purpose. Well done, apprentice. But don't be fooled, for Jedi does not fall quite as easily as this man did. Learning your own as well as their limits is something you can only do in actual battle" She removed her hands from his, patted him on the shoulder and took a step back, smiling.

(waiting for Q'Anila)

She took a deep breath after having regained conciousness and leaned forward with a sigh "One with the Force now" she spoke with hints of sorrow, more for the fact that her attempts had proven futile rathre than the actual death of the soldier. Not that Q'Anilia expected it to work, at least not on a non-sensitive. She rose and moved through the ship to the cabin, feeling the need to move somewhat. She was tired and looked forward to rest, but not until this was all over. She was determined to be of what help she could, at least until they were safe.

Originally posted by I eat kittens
"smart biscuit?" jalos asked, confused. after a moment he laughed heartily. "okay then."

del turned, collecting his case and following behind the droids, sighing in relief. "damn that woman." he mumbled to himself.

as they approached the room 2 droids suddenly bounded forward ahead of jalos and stepped into the open door. after a brief pause there deep monotone voices resounded "NO HOSTILE DEVICES DETECTED WARLORD." gren smiled
"excellent, then if you would excuse me general, captain."he stepped backwards into the door and it slid shut. the remaining droids in the corridor split up and stood on either side of the door. as they split a dark green r3 unit suddenly came into view. it tweeted harshly and tried once again to hide behind the gaurds.

((jr?))

I'll get on it soon-ish...

Bank and Bethany returned to their shuttle, since their clothing was not quite right. However, Bank did not care too much about regalia or ceremonial uses, even if Bethany has a well-furnished wardrobe so she could use it to her advantage in bounty hunts. Better furnished than any Gungan's wardrobe, anyway. All that Bank had to do was to dust off another uniform and he was good to go.

Bethany: Master, I fear that, even if we captured the bankers as well as destroyed OOM-17, we may have a bounty placed on us for tribunal outrage.

Bank: Deesa bankers have malpracticed! Wesa bring them to justice!

Bethany: Malpracticed? The culprits had OOM-17 as their chief collection agent. However, the remainder of their equipment, which we seized inside the turbolaser warehouse, would be quite a boon to the Gungan Great Army.

By equipment, they mean six Hailfire droids, refresh droids, eight AT-STs, an UT-AT and four AATs. Really heavy artillery (by Gungan standards). But the Gungan Great Army has no ship large enough to house the whole thing back to their headquarters, Raxus Prime, near the derelict Jedi Temple... A Hardcell transport was also repossessed by these bankers but they had no clue as to how to pilot a Hardcell.

Bethany: I can pilot these kinds of capital ships!

They went as fast as they could to the local courthouse, bringing in the bankers so much as for them to stand trial. The bounty: 200,000 credits for the bankers and 50,000 for OOM-17.

FE- I will get onto to you shortly. PM me with your ideas for the RP and all relevent information on the Gungan army. Thanks bud.

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TIEs swarmed in like ticked off insects, firing emerald green stings. Hetar closed behind one TIE but had three on his tail, so he banked right, trying nothing to imaginative. He came about finding that these pilots were better trained than he thought. Back when he was fighting against the Imperia Remnant pilots during the Thrawn crisis, some nine years or so ago, such a simple maneuvre caused all of the pilots to crash into one another in disarray. He smiled. "Ghost two, I got these four."

He silenced his com, banking left while pulling his ethnic rudder right and shunting his engines into reverse. Green laser burned through space where he had just been. "Hold on Arsic." Hetar was pressed into his couch as his inertia-field was fighting against the g-forces. The ethnic rudder swung the fighters' nose around while his engines reversed his momentum. And seeing as the three TIEs had concentrated harder on trying to predict Shadow Leaders' bank; they hadn't noticed that the X-wings' profile had reversed until ruby death in the form of Julius's lasers, punctured each craft in turn. By the time his reticule was on the third TIE, the first had exploaded, the second swerving away from the explosion and cutting across the path of the third TIE, clipping each others Solar wings. The lasers met the second TIE, which began an uncontrolled flat arc that ended on a piece of capitol ship debris. The third TIE, his solar panel having been bent, began to spiral out of control, a small trail of frozen gas in it's wake. Arsic whistled mounfully. "Oh don't whinge to me, it's not like they weren't shooting us. Alright?"

The droid hooted a response.

"Okay Arsic, let me know where the slippery little buggary of fourth TIE went." He reactivated the com. "Ghosts are you clear for hyper-space? We need you out-bound now!"

A little static greeted them. "We have a little problem, but we're on it."

"What stangin' probl- the star charts. How long do you need?" Julius asked.

"Yes. Ten minutes."

"You have five minutes. After which we pull back to the Instigator to protect her." Hetar switched frequencies. Okay, here we go...

***

Darth Sear squeezed Banis' hand. "Thank-you. How can I show you my gratitude, mistress." He asked, while turning so his fiery pupils looked up at hers, pent up fustraction of another more sensual kind behind his eyes, pleading almost.

***

Forrester looked at Six (name, your bounty hunter if you like). "I got it!" He inputted the feeds from his datapad and finally he got up and moved into the cargo hold. "Q'Anila. Is Rhonin regained his Force ability?"

(Rhonin, MUST cripple at least five capitol ships in his Force fuelled rage. Capturing many IA soldiers. You soon discover that this was planned and that they are genetic clones with alternate visual identity. Or something, you figur it out.)

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Ona paused as she noticed the astro-droid, "uhm, is he yours captain Del Gona?" She asked as she passed the littld shy mechanically skilled robot.

Bank: Bet-Ani, yousa pass all the Tests of the Bounty Hunting Guild. Yousa act as a Member. May the Force be with yousa!

Ironically, Padawan was the lowest rank that any person in the Bounty Hunting Guild could achieve. However, it's practically the only thing that the Bounty Hunting Guild borrowed from the old Jedi Order, apart maybe the Jedi Temple of Raxus Prime. The Guild was notable because it supplied a whole lot of officers to the Gungan Great Army, Gungan or not.

Bethany: Now, to spend the cash of the bounty. The force I'm assigned to has the following: 2 Hailfire droids (plus their refresh droids), 2 AT-STs, 1 AAT. Very little should I fight a large force of infantry should I run out of thermal detonators. Luckily, their thermal detonators are among the best in the galaxy.

Bethany was given a command among the Gungan Great Army. When her former teacher, Bank, departs for Raxus Prime, the headquarters of the Bounty Hunting Guild aboard a Lambda-type shuttle, she remains on Praesitlyn to shop for the missing equipment. Like repeating blasters. Luckily, the Guild trains a few Gungans in blaster operations, the Gungan elite that could still fight even when they run out of thermal detonators.

Bethany: How much for these F-Webs?

Arms vendor: Forty-nine thousand a dozen. Plus you get a free DC-15S when you purchase for 25,000 credits' worth of weapons or more.

She purchased a whole battery of F-Webs for use by her force.

P.S.: The Gungan Great Army mostly plays a role of law enforcement; it has little to do with Mandolorians or the Imperial Alliance, although either side could call on them to fight non-aligned annoyances at times.

Ignore what I had Darth Sear say/seem, I was just out of ideas. Unless you want to reply... lol

Q'Anilia sighed, looking towards the man in charge and shook her head "You only slowed him down. He's back in the glory of his might, and more angered than ever before" She spoke, worried about what Rhonin could and would do in the future. "Let us just hope that the extent of his might is what I experienced on Pressado III" She looked at Ghost Six and then at the rest: "Why do you ask, Forrester?"

"THAT'S IT!" Rhonin snarled in anger as he was arriving at the bridge. He used the Force to straighten his damaged armor and regenerated the metal until it was as good as whole. It had taken him minutes to get all the rumble of him and get himself up from the damned pit. The anger and hate flowed through him as not only part of him, but an incarnation of him. A member of the crew crossed Rhonin's path when he entered the bridge and in frustration Rhonin slammed the back of his hand over the man and he was shot across the room and into the wall, denting the very metal when he impacted and then fell dead to the ground.

"CAPTAIN! READY THE SHUTTLES! Salvage time!" He roared as he made a stance at the front of the bridge. He stretched out both his arms and he stared out into the space and the battle that took place "THIS! ENDS! NOW!" and with that, Rhonin slowly clutched his fists and he literally drawed the Force to him as an empowerment. He bent slightly forward in a Force power stance and began making slow motions with his hands.

The crew on the bridge who studied his actions would soon witness how two Imperial Alliance Star Destroyers slided unnaturally from their positions and slowly closed in on one another. Soon enough, a collision between the two took place, damageing their systems enough to prevent their hyperspace, setting sections of both ships in flames where they collided. Rhonin roared as he made a renewed stance "IMPERIAL VERMIN!" he snarled, adapting to the memories of those he has feasted on.
He then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He stretched out his arms then once again and opened the hands wide. He looked up on the roof of the bridge and focused all his anger and hate on the space surrounding them. Two more major ships was on each side of the Obsidian Fury and with help of the Force he could locate them even though they weren't visible with the naked eye from where he stood.

He clenched his fists slowly, almost as if he was crushing something in his hands. It didn't take long before the bridge on the two ships at both sides began compressing. Bit by bit, they shrunk in size and was soon enough utterly crushed and torn loose from their respective ships, then thrown into space. A fifth ship was close enough to be touched, and Rhonin repeated his previous proceedure and stretched out his arms, and then began clutching his fists. This time however, not directing at the bridge of the ship below him, but instead at the rear, and the engines. His hands closed more and more, and the rear of the ship below them started compressing, crushing it engine by engine until it was virtually flat at the behind.

He then fell to his knees in exhaust, almost falling forward but taking hold of the floor with his hand. His breath was heavy and his entire body shaked. It was done. The nearby capitol ships had been utterly crippled. Now he hoped they were worth salvageing.