Empire's Shadows: Daunting the Dark Side (Jaminere) - The Battlegrounds - Forums (Page 3)

Zhin Dwamor

21 1:19am 01/02/02

The worldship's dovin basals propelled it toward the fleeing infidel fleet, too quickly this battle had ended, they would just have to see if there would be any more gloriful kills before they went down. How Warmaster Zhin envied those who were aboard the infidel ship dubbed the  Zealous Mist, how he desired to cause the swift and immediate death of an infidel once again...but he knew it wasn't going to happen...not yet at least. 

 Don't stop, crush them, let them feel the wrath of the Praetorite Vong!  the Yammosk screamed in thought, and the coral skippers picked up in their intensity, however the infidel ships were soon moving too quickly for him them to pursue...no matter, it was still a victory.

 Storm troopers had arrayed themselves around the escape pod when they'd heard unearthly moans and screams of feral intent, and they waited for a possible onslaught. That onslaught came in the form of nearly forty Yuuzhan Vong spraying from the pods and hacking down the several storm troopers with their snake like amphi staffs.

The battle has begun.

Siather

22 1:55am 01/02/02

“Bring us around the planet give us a full burn and use the planets gravity to help sling us out of this gravity well.”

The bridge crew did as command and the Zealous Mist rocketed out of the gravity well quicker then it could have if he was running on only its own power.

“We have cleared the gravity well of the planet sir.”

“Get us into hyperspace.”

Siather sighed slightly as the Zealous Mist entered the relative safety of hyperspace. She was in better shape then she had been after the battle of Halowan, she wouldn't require any time in dry dock this time the repairs could be made while travelling.

"Sir we have a report from the docking bay approximately 40 aliens have attacked some stormtroopers. They don't appear to have taken any losses while our stormtroopers are suffering great losses. They are said to be using some sort of alive weapon. The stormtroopers report it to be able to be as rigid as a staff, as sharp as a knife, and as flexible as a whip."

"Send more troopers down there and have some form a parameter in all the exits from the docking bay. I am going to go show these aliens what we are made of personally. Make sure all troopers are armed with Katana’s we may have to take these aliens on hand to hand."

Siather pulled out a knife with a 20" long odd shaped blade. The blade had a large curve at the top and about 10" inches down from the tip the blade was seriated deep into the 4” thick blade. 5" from the intricately carved handle the seriated blade ended and turned into a vicious hook like tip which looped around and came down into the handle. The hook was sharpened on both sides so it could either slice or rip depending on the way it was dragged The knife was known to the Gand as a Bak’taar. It was the traditional weapon of Siather’s people. He ran his hand down the blade and put it back in its sheath and started running for the docking bay stripping unnecessary clothing as he ran.

Rashnak The Weequay

23 9:09am 01/02/02

All of the Rogue Imperial ships were now able to slingshot around the planet, and jump to Hyperspace.
First, the Zealous Mist jumped to Hyperspace. The crew of the Hellfire cheering as it jumped.
Next, the Shamus, barely able to jump, slingshotted around the planet and escaped the gravity wells, going to hyperspace.
Next, the Loronar Strike Cruiser, following the Shamus. Then the other Loronar, the Zeus, then the Victory Mk II Gold Dragon.
Finally, with a resentful glance at Jaminere, Visaqar ordered his ship to follow the course. He stared down at the surface, feeling sorry for the Sith down on the surface. These new, Aliens, were too much for anyone to handle, or so it semed.
Visaqar shook his head as his ship jumped to hyperspace.

Zhin Dwamor

24 6:04am 02/02/02

With the Yuuzhan Vong warriors on the infidels' warship, they had no hope of survival, they would never make it to their planned destination. Now it was to deal with Jaminere. Troop transports had already been launched and were ramming into the ground all around the capital city and other obvious key points to the planet itself. War Coordinator Slah was leading the attack on Jaminere city, and with their amphistaffs and razor sharp beetles as their weapons they intended to take down the Sith emcampment here.

It took a moment for him to survey the area around him, but after a while, the masqueraded Vong warrior, as were the other Vong, the bearings were set and they knew where they were. They were near the capital city of the planet, and soon the three Sith looking figures would be in, and tearing apart the persons inside. There was heavy speeder traffic only a kilometer away from them, and therefore the Yuuzhan Vong had nothing to worry about in the manner of being spotted...somewhat.

 If they saw us come down...then we may have an issue  Slah thought, but that was quickly brushed off...it didn't matter, it could have been anything...could have been the pieces of debris shattering the ground from the atmospheric battle raging amidst their very planet.

  The Rogue Imperial caste of infidels had done well to hold off defenses and jitter up the forces around the cities enough to make the Yuuzhan Vong able to slip in nearly unnoticed.

 War Coordinator Slah took the form of an elegant and attireful Sith, draped in black and indigo robes with a handsome looking light saber at his side. He did  not enjoy using the heretical weapon, but he knew it was necessary provided the circumstances. They would trust them as nobles from the  Inner Sanctum of the Sith infidel caste, and would accept them with open arms. That would be the downfall of Jaminere.

Slah had to step asside from the hundreds of beetles suddenly scowering the ground, already beginning to spread that awful, awry disease.  LIKE a plague? Slah thought with a grin...Jaminere would be wiped out  with a plague.

Grand Admiral Exel

25 6:20am 02/02/02

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(Minister A'Khala paced nervously across the floor. He had heard that a Yuuzhan Vong fleet was in orbit but he had no way of knowing for sure. Since the Sith invaded this world, Jaminere had been stipped of the technological benefits most corporate sector worlds possessed. Now, the small planet was what the Sith had wanted it to be... a fertile farm. Since the invasion the people of Jaminere had suffered horribly, producing as much food as the Sith wanted and allowed any excess to feed the planet. It was a poor world now, and A'Khala had hoped that the Yuuzhan Vong would free him and his people, if not from slavery to labor than from slaver to life. He waited now, remembering the time the Sith had given a large area of farmland to a few runaway Yuuzhan Vong to breed creatres. Millions had starved! And the Sith had dissapeared after that, but they had vowed to return... and every month a vessel came and took their food. They were dying... they needed freedom, and he hoped that the seven Yuuzhan Vong in his jail would buy his planet freedom.)
"Minister, a group of Sith have appeared at he gate!"
(It took A'Khala a few minutes run to reach the gate, and he saw the black robed warriors claiming to be Sith, and hoped to every god he knew, they were not Sith.)
[Hail Yun Yuzzhan! You've come to free my people!]

Zhin Dwamor

26 6:37am 02/02/02

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The Sith looking figures looked up and let out a blood curdling roar like had never been heard by infidel ears. It seemed to be a cry of victory and triumph, a cry that would send hope amongst the people of Jaminere. However the plague was already fast beginning, and the Yuuzhan Vong warriors busted down the gates to the city with incredible strength. There was something wrong with these Sith...where there should have been the Force...there was nothing...empty.

In response to the roaring of the Yuuzhan Vong, the seven inside the planet seemed to act harshly...panicking in ways unseen previously by the warriors. They knew what was coming...they knew it was for them. Already the air around the planet was deterirating and persons were dying left and right. The ooglith masquers were failing, the plan, the whole plan was amiss, and therefore, as they walked, lumps of skin began slumping across the ground as they walked forward. Their armor curved onto their skin and their amphistaffs curled from under their robes onto their hands and stiffened out.

"For the glory of Yun-Yuuzhan!"  cried the lead...War Coordinator Slah...and immediately the hundred or so Yuuzhan Vong began spreading out around the city, those that did not already begin dying of the plague that was seeping into the oxygen supply were being hacked down by the mighty weapons of the Yuuzhan Vong. They were collapsing left and right, parts being slung all over by the mighty waves of warriors, none were able to resist, they were too astonished that they were here in such intensity.

"What are you doing?"  the one desperate man who had called to them cried...but his question was quickly cut off by gagging and coughing as he fell from his building, the disease had come to him too. The atmosphere was decimating quickly as well, greenish mist coming all about the planet, women, children, and men alike were left running and screaming throughout Jaminere's capital. They were setting on the cells of the Shamed Ones...the seven they had come for. The seven that had shamed the Praetorite Vong.

Siather

27 7:06am 02/02/02

Hired As A Labourer

Siather reached the docking bay to see stormtroopers holding a parameter around the Yuuzhan Vong Warriors. Other stormtroopers were engaging the warriors with katana's as the blasters seemed to be infectual. There were a few of the aliens dead but far more stormtroopers. Most of the troopers were holding back to prevent confusion in the area the fight was occurring in. Siather pulled off his shirt exposing his green exoskeleton and drew his Bak'taar. He saw another stormtrooper fall to one of the aliens and took the opportunity to get in the fray.

Siather charged toward the warrior then suddenly stopped and started circling the alien. He relaxed and allowed a connection with the Mists of Gand and Ara. He stared at his opponent intently waiting for it to strike first. He beaconed the alien toward him as he tossed his Bak'taar into his stronger arm. The alien struck forward his weapon hard and sharp. Siather ducked, sidestepped and caught the weapon in the hook like part of his Bak'taar. He brought the Bak'taar up and around to slam the alien weapon to the ground but the weapon went limp as a whip as he did so. Siather stopped his movement without losing his balance. He was one of the most agile of his species. He stepped toward the alien as the alien weapon stiffened into a staff. The alien struck again, this time toward Siather's neck. Siather quickly grabbed his Bak'taar with both hands and stopped the attack. The alien weapon suddenly went limp again and tried successfully to bit Siather. Siather ignored the slight pain as he glanced at were the weapon had bitten him a venom like substance was leaking down Siather's arm. His exo-skeleton had prevented the weapon from injecting him with it. Siather grinned and juggled his Bak'taar from hand to hand as he circled his opponent again. Siather stepped into striking range and the alien took advantage by lunging forward with his weapon rigid again in a spear like fashion. Siather sidestepped and grabbed the alien by the neck as it stumbled past him. He brought his Bak’taar up to the aliens neck and quickly drew it from the tip down to the handle and then back into the hook to rip the aliens throat out. Siather was fortunate to be adding a lot of pressure to the blow as whatever the alien was wearing was extremely tough to cut. Siather looked around at some of the other aliens more had fallen and yet more stormtroopers were around. Siather pushed his former opponent aside and looked for another one.

OOC:
Losses
Vong Warriors: 8
Stormtroopers: 34

Pyrael Tenebrious

28 7:57am 02/02/02

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“I will come, father.” Pyrael whispered into his villip. The heir would have said more, but he was speechless and spellbound by the mien, which his father possessed. To think… Pyrael would one day be that Supreme Overlord, ruler of all that Yun-Yuuzhan created.

“Shamed One, I must leave this planet at once. I assume my skipper is where I left it?” Pyrael inquired. The Shamed One slapped his chest in response and dipped his head, affirming the question.

He set off at once for the empty crater where he had landed his ship. When he arrived there, everything was just as he left it. A strange coral skipper rested in the center of the crater. That strange ship was Pyrael’s.

It looked nothing like a coral skipper, the main force behind the Yuuzhan Vong Air Corps. It looked like a hybrid between a Yuuzhan Vong Heavy Coral Skipper and an Imperial TIE Defender. He had had the shell of a TIE Defender manufactured over his Coral Skipper by the best company around, the Eternal Rogue Order’s Aaron Astrin Operations. Or rather, Pyrael’s Aaron Astrin Operations.

He hopped into the odd-looking fighter and pulled the cognition hood over his head. He took off into space, where a battle tormented.

OOC: TO BE CONTINUED IN A SEPARATE THREAD.

Siather

29 6:40am 03/02/02

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Siather looked around as he finishes stabbing his weapon into the back of one of the alien warriors. Six more stormtroopers had fallen and 4 more Vong were dead. Siather started picking his way out of the fray and indicated to the stormtroopers still engaging the warriors that they should attempt to head for the parimeter. The Commodore was going to lock down the bay and worry about the warriors when they got to Despayre. He arrived at the parimeter quickly with little trouble. The Stormtroopers were backing out of the fray a few more died trying to retreat.

"Lock down the docking bay as soon as any of the stormtroopers able to escape do so."

"Yes sir."

"Make sure that all entrances and exits are reinforced and guarded with at least 25 stormtroopers. I'll be on the bridge if you have any problems."

"Yes sir."

The Det'aan warrior headed for the bridge by way of his cabin to put on his uniform and to clean his Bak'taar. Siather arrived on the bridge as the countdown of of hyperspace started.

10...9...8...

Siather wasn't looking forward to arriving he wasn't sure he would be welcome losing a VSD mk I no matter what the odds was not something most officers could just shrug off.

4...3...2...1...

The tunnel of hyperspace became the beautiful world Despayre.

"Transmit our status to Naval Operations. Have them send up enough in the way of forces to deal with those pesky aliens tell them I suggest at least 800 Stormtroopers. I'll be in my office preparing my report. Inform me when the Rear Admiral's task force comes out of hyperspace."

Rashnak The Weequay

30 12:56am 04/02/02

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Rear Admiral Visaqar stood on the bridge of the Hellfire, watching the endless tunnel of hyperspace before him. Lieutenant Jefferson, his helmsman, looked back at Visaqar and started the countdown to realspace.
"Admiral, one minute until reversion." Jefferson yelled to Visaqar.
"Very good, when we reach ten seconds, please begin the countdown." Visaqar said, then sat down in his command chair.

A minute later, the taskforce dropped out of hyperspace above the planet of Despayre, and for the first time since they arrived at Jaminere, Visaqar feared for the condition of the ships in his taskforce.
"Ensign Gardena, how are the Shamus and the Mystic holding out?" Visaqar asked his sensors officer.
"The Shamus is doing fine, Sir. Her shields are back up to 60% strength and no casualties have been reported. The Mystic, she has reported 30% hull damage and major casualties around the engine room. We need to get them medical attention ASAP."
"Thank you, Ensign," Visaqar looked over to Rhymer,"Please link me with the Zealous Mist, Sergeant."
"Done, Admiral"
"commodore Siather, please report your current situation."

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