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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:27:48 GMT -8
The Great Temple of Yavin IV, home of the Jedi Praxeum, is a vast, ancient Massassi temple. Damaged several times throughout its history, the Temple's most severe destruction came during the Yuuzhan Vong war, where much of the temple was demolished by the alien invaders. Eventually rebuilt, the Temple once again played home to a Jedi educational establishment.
The Great Temple is set in a clearing within the heart of one of the thickest regions of the rainforest, with a river running near by on one side. The outside of the Temple is made of weathered stone, with moss-like plant life mottling the surface. The tree line is eighty meters clear of the Temple in front of the Hangar, but passes much closer around the sides, coming considerably closer around the back where the Temple opens out into the Gardens of the Awakened Being.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2013 9:31:20 GMT -8
Wandering the for the moment silent hall, Resi glanced up at the solid uncaring stone above him. To most the view would be unremarkable at best, nothing but blank grey stone. To Resi, however, the view was significantly different. He could 'see' not only the ceiling above him, but the hall above that, and the next hall up, reaching nearly fifty meters up before fading into an unreadable mess of swirls & fog. He did not see colours like the rest of the 'verse. Instead of the blank grey stone, he saw swirls and patterns of colour carved into the stone itself by the emotions of those that had passed under it over the long ages that the temple had stood. The most moving poetry was nothing more than a blank sheet to him, but the smallest moment of air or slightest emotion would send beautiful swirls of light & colour spinning through the air. Some ways above him, those in the command center were producing a silent symphony with their hurried movements & wary attitudes. He didn't know much about the coming storm, but the few small scraps he had heard made it sound as if the entire Mandalorian Nation was coming crashing down on their heads in a rain of fire & blood. He begins to wonder if maybe this was what his dreams had foretold, but he quickly shakes off those dark thoughts and continues his silent wanderings of the lower levels of the temple.
Silence. Beautiful Silence. Waiting only to be shattered by the rage & blood that was sure to come. Sooner or Later.
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Post by Alpharius on Apr 24, 2013 17:46:14 GMT -8
Hangar Bay
Though this was the first time he had stepped foot upon the fourth moon within the Yavin system, Arcanus had felt like he was finally home. The sight of towering trees stretching on for as far as the eye could see, reminded him of the landscape he first viewed when he had been old enough to vividly remember something so breathtaking. Flashes of his mother and the sound of laughter they had shared echoed within his thoughts as he became transfixed with what lay before him. It was a happy memory, and despite the warm smile he wore upon his face, his heart sank ever so slightly. The Jedi Knight missed his mother, regardless of the few memories they had shared. He knew that she loved him, and knew that she envisioned the greatness that awaited him when the Hermit had taken him into the Heart of Panatha. Turning from the sight and pushing his welcome reverie aside, the Warrior monk slowly paced towards his transport and the excited chirping of the astromech droid that awaited him.
The starfighter before him was something that very few outside the Jedi Order had access too, being that piloting the crate would require considerable reflexes or the assistance of the force. Due to his master's guidance, Arcanus obtained both with ease. It's pristine smoke hued enamel glimmered in the light of the biolumes hanging overhead, whilst the royal blue markings adorning it's hull in a myriad of places seemed to absorb it. The craft was called a TwinTail, and it's pilot had personalized it even further by dubbing it the Azure Raven. The name had spawned from several hours of intensive study the night before he had been assigned to the starfighter, and all of it was focused solely upon creatures of myth that were oft used to signify the mediator's between life and death. Which, in Arcanus' eyes, surmised part of what the Jedi stood for. As he came closer to the Azure Raven, the Warrior monk's gaze was drawn to his faithful companion waddling towards the cockpit.
Praetor, the astromech droid issued to assist the pilot of the Azure Raven. While Arcanus was not fond of the name, he deemed it fitting for the deeds that this rust bucket had preformed reminded him of something else he had read in the Archive. In the days of old, when Coruscant was covered by verdant forests instead of towering space scrapers, ancient Humans bore the title of Praetor when they were in command of an army of men. The act of seizing the initiative, oft associated with the burden of command, had been a personality quirk that this next generation Astromech retained. Praetor had saved Arcanus' life on more than one occasion, and for that the warrior monk had abstained from wiping the memory of the unit. He began to treat the machine as if it were not only his best friend, but if he was made of flesh rather than spun in metal.
Lovingly patting the stylized dome of his trusted companion, the Jedi placed a hand upon the cool surface of his craft. Cool to the touch, the boy's smile widened. The deck hands did a wonderful job in patching the Azure Raven up, repairing the damage from re-entry as if it were nothing more than a standard calibration. The machine's spirit silently purred in recognition of it's masters touch. Within the cockpit, the terminal board flashed to life. Gliding his hand across the freshly dried touch-up, Arcanus cooed as if the fighter was his own child.
"Shush now. You should be resting."
He said lovingly. It was then that he began whisper an alien incantation, one that seemed to calm the restless ghost in the machine as the instrument panel had gone dark. Laughing inwardly, the Jedi removed his palm from the hull of his TwinTail and turned towards Praetor. Taking a knee and looking into the ocular lens of his mechanical friend, Arcanus' smile faded. A mere heartbeat later the faded smile turned into a look of stone whilst his voice took on a more serious tone.
"Guard her well, my friend. The jungle can be a dangerous place, and I would lament the loss of two of my closest friends if she had decided to reclaim what is rightfully hers."
As the words had left his lips, the bright smile had returned and his hands brushed along the top of Praetor's polished dome. Rising from the flight deck and adjusting his frost hued tunic. His shoulders were bare of the traditional Jedi robe, being that it made flying slightly uncomfortable for him. The humid atmosphere of Yavin IV would've caused him to sweat underneath the heavy fabric of his cloak, being that his body had grown accustom to the urban Jungle of Coruscant and it's slightly chilled climate. Rolling his shoulders and breathing deeply, the Jedi took off into the depths of the temple. Everyone about him, be they temple guards or simple mechanics, continued on as if nothing of note was taking place. Being in a place of learning focused about the Jedi arts, Arcanus' presence brokered no cause for alarm as the Warriors of light were always passing too and fro. Seeing new arrivals was commonplace to the guardians of Yavin IV, and as he had followed protocol to the letter, his entrance was unimpeded; save the parting glances and welcoming smiles.
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Post by Callidus on May 13, 2013 6:14:44 GMT -8
It was light again by the time Trask stepped out of the jungle in front of the praxeum, his pant legs soaked and arms and face damp from his trek through the undergrowth. He was glad he had decided to land elsewhere and enter on foot, he had needed the time to vent the considerable emotion he no longer knew how to contain. It was the fourth time such an outburst had occurred, though he had never caused so much destruction during the previous three, and he was afraid of what might have happened had it occurred in his ship or here at the academy. He would need to find a better way to channel and control the anger if he was to return to any semblance of his previous life. Random outbursts at unpredictable times would be unacceptable if he was interacting with others. Though perhaps the interaction would provide distraction enough to avoid future outbursts.
His long stride covered the distance to the temple quickly, and he approached the first being he saw. "Could you point me in the direction of the medical facilities?" He raised his bandaged hands to demonstrate his injuries as he spoke. The cuts were not serious or currently infected, but it would do no harm to have them properly tended and bandaged. The rest of his pain, he was afraid, would have to be dealt with on his own.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jun 9, 2013 16:30:56 GMT -8
 The Mandalorians have brought war to the Galaxy once more. Under the leadership of Mand'alor ASHRAH INTALBO, and his General CORR VHETT, they have begun a campaign against the Galaxy's Force Users. The Jedi World of Yavin IV was the first hit, a strike at one of the greatest Jedi strongholds. The Mandalorians took YAVIN STATION, the mighty orbital defence platform, thanks to a brilliant infiltration strategy by DUKE AUSTRALIS, and under the order of Jedi Master DAV MAN'SELL, the Jedi forces retreated from orbit. With the Jedi fleets scattered, the Mandalorians took their attack to the surface.
However, the Jedi defences were not so easily overcome. With starfighter cover lead by Jedi Master JAGO PULASTRA, and ground defences overseen by Jedi Knight ADI MATANGO and Falleen strategist TZA'UAX, the Jedi were able to force the Mandalorians to withdraw to orbit. However, the defence is not without sacrifice - redeemed former Dark Sider DACE CONCORDIA, at the beginning of his path to reclaim the mantle of Jedi, was slain by the Mand'alor in bloody, vicious combat.
Now the Mandalorians are settling in for a long siege on the Praxeum, blockading the planet and seeking constantly to take out the shield generator and ion cannons that form the backbone of the Praxeum's defence. Dav, Jago, and the other resident Jedi of Yavin lead the hard fought and desperate defence, whilst Adi, working with Master WILL SON'TIR and Jedi Knight DIAMONTE TUHLUTE, and the Jedi Watchmen, seeks to prepare the Jedi, and the worlds of the Republic, for the inevitable assault to come.... THE SIEGE
Day One The Jedi Praxeum had seen its share of combat. Ever since the Great Temple had been built, five millennia earlier, it had been the site of many a battle: the culmination of the Exar Kun war, which scarred the planet for centuries to come; the infamous Battle of Yavin, when the Death Star met its end; and after the Praxeum's founding, so many more, from the battle against the spirit of Exar Kun, and the campaign by Natasi Daala, and the attack launched by Desaan, to the Shadow Academy, and the Yuuzhan Vong war, and the forces of the Dread Lord Havok, and the Corruption.
The Jedi Praxeum was no stranger to conflict and war. Nonetheless, the Mandalorian assault had tested the Jedi defenders greatly, and, no doubt, greater challenges still faced the besieged Academy. The Great Temple - twice devastated, twice rebuilt - was already carrying wounds of the Mandalorian aggression, with at least one hole blown in its walls and pock-and-burn marks throughout the Praxeum.
Now the walls of the Temple stood burnt and battered by combat, but still standing, shielding those sheltered inside....
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Post by Ashrah on Jun 9, 2013 16:33:08 GMT -8
It took nearly 3 hours to drag the big Jedi through the jungle, and he was damn tired by this time. The things he did to make a point...He shook his head quietly, motioning for his boys to fan out and cover, they were damn near where they needed to be. He stopped at the edge of the jungle and looked at the Praxeum. It was a fairly massive structure, and to be quite honest he was surprised they had made it this far without being shot at. This could just be due to some people not paying attention to what was going on in open terrain, or they were just busy. He took a deep breath and turned around. He unraveled the chain from around Concordias body and took the time to wind it around his left arm once more. He squatted beside the body and patted the dead jedi on the face almost gently. Heaving, he hoisted the body up, showing the strength that was built into him. He grunted quietly and took a moment to plant his feet and grab his balance properly. Turning semi-ponderously towards the Great temple, he started a lumbering run. He picked up a bunch of speed and launched the body towards the temple as hard as he could..
OOYYAAA!!
He grunted as he threw, using the call to lend him the strength. Throwing a dead body wasnt exactly easy. He achieved what he wanted for the sake of Story, and because it looks badass....The body tumbled through the air and landed in a heap, sliding to a stop in an unceremonious pile. It was undignified, and fitting. His three vode were aiming their weapons every which way, trying to cover ever single point. It would be comical if they were in plain sight, but the black armour allowed them to blend with the shadows of the mid morning light. He backed up to the edge of the jungle once more, standing just outside of the shadows, a stray beam of sunlight hitting is armour and bathing him in light momentarily. He waited to see if someone noticed before melting back into the shadows....
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2013 9:45:07 GMT -8
There was a moment where the invading mando looked rather intimidating. However, this image was rather quickly broken when a large, neon-pink holographic 3 appeared above one of the steps of the temple walls. It was quickly joined by any equally obnoxious 2.5 in bright orange. Looking carefully, or with help, would reveal a pair of dugs leaning against each-other & laughing uproariously. Once they made their point they retreated back into the temple, leaving the two small holographic projectors behind.
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Post by Corr on Jun 10, 2013 14:27:45 GMT -8
She had followed Ashrah through the jungle with a stoic and dignified silence that only a petulant woman could achieve. Ashrah's constant bragging and abrasive comments had her rolling her eyes so much she was sure she was now had a headache. Seriously, she thought Corr was obnoxious! This man had an ego so big she couldn't believe his buy'ce fit. Unless...
Unless like Corr that really was the mans face!
Coming into view of the temple she had stowed the comm unit and drew her rifle from her shoulder. Ashrah had finished his chat with Corr two hours ago and she had been trying to maintain contact with their camp. Though she had managed to secure a line to Mereel it was far from full proof, the chemical make-up of the tree's here having a similar, yet milder, effect as the tree's on Mykrr. She kept her commander informed as she crouched and duck-walked forward, watching as Ashrah continued to bull his way through as if he were invulnerable to anything the Jedi could throw at him. She sighed at her orders to keep the Mand'alor alive, lamenting how hard this crazy barve was likely to make her job, and fighting not to put a bullet in him herself.
She crouched in the undergrowth, her green and red armour allowing her to blend in to the foliage, and watched as Ashrah made his throw. She shook her head in disbelief first at the audacity of the man, then at the strange holorgaphs that flashed to life. Someone was watching. Someone with an eye for form it seemed, though she wouldn't have scored such an ungainly tosser that much no matter how big his load. Size has little bearing if one lacks the skill to make it count, after all, and shooting ones load in a disheveled fashion is no way to impress a lady...
She flicked her comm to Ashrah.
Okay. Its done. I suggest you fall back and gain some cover.
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Post by Ashrah on Jun 11, 2013 11:30:16 GMT -8
Patience. I am waiting for something.
And he was. He continued to stand at the edge of the jungle, looking up at the temple and over at the steps where the strange numbers had appeared. Someone would have to come look. The 2 jedi had seen him, he knew it. Whether they knew he was who he was remained to be seen....So he waited. He was also taking this time to have a bit of a rest. He was beat to rat shit and needed to just not move for a few minutes. His body would catch up, he just needed to give it a chance to repair. He had pushed himself to the limit the past 2 days, and dragging a weeble through the jungle didn't help. He took a deep breath, held it a moment, then exhaled slowly. He did this 10 times in a row, calming his body, slowing his heart rate and centering himself. He began to feel looser, the tension easing from his body. The Stim pack with the Bacta patch and his own innate healing was doing its work. A normal man would have collapsed and died in the jungle. Not him though. On the same point, he would never let anyone see how fatigued he truly was, how close to collapse he had neared....
He closed his eyes and saw flashes. Bright flashes, nearly causing his body to spasm. He felt...saw...test tubes. He felt them in his skin....Felt the bacta around his body, the breathing mask tight on his mouth. The tall beautiful geneticists reading data pads, pushing buttons....eyeing him....It flashed again and he took another deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, his fists suddenly clenched. He hadn't noticed. He released his balled up hands and exhaled once more opening his eyes and looking at the temple once more...His green eyes hard and unforgiving.
Come on then you cowards.....Come and see your doom..
He spoke quietly, but knew it would carry through their private coms. He knew his boys watched, and he knew Sheva had probably noticed his momentary.......self reflection. He didn't care. He owed Vhett. And he would repay.
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Post by Zuli Madoon on Jun 11, 2013 12:01:40 GMT -8
Over two dozen pairs of eyes belonging to Beta platoon watched as the group of intruders approaching the clearing. All of them were well concealed around the face of the Temple and it's entrance. One of the defenders brought his sniper rifle to bare on the man dragging something. He prepared to fire, finger rested on the trigger ready to squeeze off a round, until he was halted by a huge armoured hand..
"Wait.. What's he pulling behind him.." Zuli said, tapping his visor to zoom mode..
The man in his view untangled the chain and launched a body into the air. As soon as the body stopped rolling, Zuli instantly recognised who it was..
"Dace.. What has happened to you my friend.." His voice was full of concern, not knowing Dace was already dead..
He reached out through The Force, trying to reach the downed Jedi, but couldn't sense even a glimmer of life. He knew of Dace's fate, shaking his head slowly..
"Master, what do we do now? Is this some sort of trap? We can't leave him out there, but I sense they are still out there. Waiting.."
Jonas called to his former Master, who nodded in response..
"We'll retrieve his body. You and I will lead, Beta four, eight and ten, group up behind us and pick him up, while we defend you. The rest of Beta provide over-watch, eyes peeled and prepare to open fire and cover our retreat.." Zuli called out over the comm.
The Armoured Jedi Titan received a confirmatory "Yes Sir" from his troops. The three soldiers moved into position whilst the rest began aiming towards the nearby brush, aiming down their sights in readiness from their concealed firing positions..
Zuli pulled his Lightclubs from the clasp on his belt whilst Jonas did the same with his Lightsabers. Both Jedi flicked the activators, causing the blades to spring forth with the all too familiar 'Snap-Hiss'. They moved forward slowly at first, blades held defensively and reaching out through The Force, whilst the soldiers followed single file, rifles trained on the jungle ahead where they had seen the intruder disappear. The group's pace built up to a brisk walk and covered the ground swiftly. Zuli and Jonas passed by the fallen Jedi and stood side by side between him and the foliage. The Beta team moved up, four and ten crouched, covering the jungle either side of the two Jedi whilst eight carefully checked the body for booby traps..
"Talk to me eight.." Zuli called backwards, head still forward, eyes and mind searching for danger..
"All clear Master Madoon, we can move him."
Zuli nodded.. "Ok, let's get moving.."
The Beta Squad members turned to their comrade and picked up Dace's body, one lifting from the legs and two hooked one of the Jedi's arms each. Beta Four sent a double click through his Comm to Zuli, signalling they were ready. Zuli and Jonas slowly began walking backwards towards the Temple as the soldiers carried the fallen Jedi's body. Zuli couldn't figure out why the invaders had gone to the trouble to return the dead Jedi's body. Were they expecting some kind of cease fire? He had no idea, but he knew that Dace deserved more respect than what had been shown to his dead body. Dragged for Force knows how far through the thick Jungle and tossed onto the floor like he was Bantha crap..
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Post by Corr on Jun 11, 2013 12:23:24 GMT -8
She rolled her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time, shifting position and sighting her rifle along the top of the massive stone structure. His bravado was reckless and somewhat comical. Taunting the saber-jockys with testosterone fueled idiocy was a good way to get oneself a lightsaber enema though was unlikely to get a raise from the pacifistic clowns. Jedi had no ego's to hurt, though rumour had reached Concord Dawn of one Jedi who's ego was so big it had moons orbiting it. The guy must have some serious delusions about his own merit, she thought wryly as she returned her sights to the main entrance. Her visor overlaid information information across her view, scanning various imaing devices to attempt to give her a heads up as to any threat from within. There were a few heat signatures but nothing concrete as the heavy stones of the temple seemed to be restricting any thermal imaging. She sighed at her lack of information as she spoke into her helmets comm.
Really?
Her voice was exasperated, managing to convey her eye-roll over the channel, a scornful growl that spoke of her disdain for her superior.
Don't you just love Mando women?
You're going to stand out there like a utreekov until the put a bolt through your skull?
She snorted under her breath, muttering in Mando'a.
Iba'dinii. Shuk'la jag. Osi'yaim...
Her mutterings were interrupted by movement from the Praxeum as two... no four brightly coloured blades sprang to life and began to advance. She sighted down the rifle, casting a quick glance at the massive Jedi and his friend before drifting her target off the Force Users lest they sense her attention. Her sights drifted down the line of soldiers and her lips twisted into a grin at all the viable targets out there.
She spoke into her comm again, her voice tight with excitement, forgetting her orders to watch Ashrah's back, seeing him now as bait to lure the Jedi closer. At this range it would be unlikely she could land a kill shot but should they come closer...
Contact, Mand'alor. What's the plan?
She watched as they reached the dead Concordia, the two Jedi passing the body then stopping to stare into the jungle.
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Post by Ashrah on Jun 11, 2013 13:30:43 GMT -8
If you have a shot, take one out.
He stood still for a moment, staring at the huge Jedi and his minions with their lit Light Sabers. He made sure they saw him, then backed into the jungle once more, fading into the shadows. A single click over his com unit and one of the 3 black clad merc's with him nodded silently. The chain gun belched to life, vomiting hot lead towards the steps of the temple and tracing up above the heads of the retreating Jedi, spraying the upper reaches of the temple, looking to keep anyone up there ducking and not shooting at them. He hoped to cut through maybe one or two in half....
Ashrah nodded once towards Zuli then turned calmly into the jungle as he faded into the Shadows, waving behind him as he went.
Alright. Lets get the f@#k out of here. We've got shit to do.
With that he began to jog off into the jungle, the spraying chain gu suddenly going silent and the mando operating it turned and jogged off as well, the gyro-mount easing his burden.
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Post by Corr on Jun 11, 2013 14:26:21 GMT -8
Sheva's shot sang out before Ashrah finished his words leading him to suspect that she had not waited for his go ahead but had likely fired when she wanted to, the okay to shoot merely a coincidence. Her A280 Blaster Rifle blazed a crimson bolt towards the soldier carrying Concordia's legs, the powerful weapon sending forth its wrath, the energy projectile capable of cutting an armoured human in half. Working the recoil like a baws she immediately adjusted and let loose again, the second bolt targeting the man holding the dead Jedi's left arm. This time she ignored the recoil and rolled backwards over her shoulder to gain a bit more distance and room. She crab-walked to the right, using the large deadfall behind which she had taken cover to block the line of sight, as Ashrah turned back to the forest, putting a bit of distance between him and her last position.
Perhaps eight, maybe ten, seconds had passed when she popped up again and targeted the big Jedi with a torrent of bolts, firing shot after shot at the dangerous looking man. She varied her targets, flicking out to the right first in a shot that would likely miss before plowing one at the Jedi's massive center mass. The next drifted to the right shoulder. Third at the crotch. Fourth went at the right kneecap. Fifth back up towards the throat. She had fought Jedi before and it showed as she attempted to get past what she knew would be a blazing shield of light from his weapons.
Should there be return fire, or should she get to fire all eight shots, she would drop down into cover and hustle back the way she had come, looping around to rejoin Ashrah a bit further along...
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Post by Zuli Madoon on Jun 11, 2013 14:35:29 GMT -8
Zuli and Jonas spotted the armoured man, still unsure of his intentions. Zuli's grip tightened, hands drawing up slightly, ready to defend himself..
The Force screamed out to the two Jedi in alarm a split second before the blaster and chain gun opened fire..
"TAKE COVER!!"
Jonas roared at the top of his voice, sabers deactivating as he dived to the floor with a clunk as his light armour impacted the soft floor, then rolled behind an old tree stump. The Beta team carrying Dace's body dived to the ground, and the defenders remained in cover, all except Beta Seven, who unfortunately picked that moment to aim down the scope of his sniper rifle. His glimpse coincided with a hot chunk of lead penetrating the front lens. It tore clean through his eye and into his brain before exiting through the back of his head. The bullet fragment passed through his helmet and ricocheted off the thick stone wall behind his firing point. The unlucky soldier was dead before his body slumped onto the floor..
All but Zuli had dived for cover. In the same instance they dived, he had reacted by surging sidewards to put himself between the incoming fire and the others. The Armoured Jedi Titan reached out with his Lightclubs, catching the first two shots and deflecting them harmlessly into the jungle. As soon as the shooter fired the shots directed at him, Zuli was fully prepared. His twin Lightclubs moved seamlessly through the air, reflecting the blaster bolts, some back roughly towards their point of origin, some splattered harmlessly into the leaf strewn jungle floor. From where he stood, he couldn't tell if there was more than one shooter. But nonetheless, he had to keep the team covered. He shot a glance over his shoulder to check on Jonas and the others. Zuli looked back at where the invader had disappear into the jungle..
Beta platoon recovered as soon as the chain gun subsided and opened fire on the jungle in the direction the invaders had fled. Blaster bolts and slugs tore into the foliage providing cover for Zuli and the team's retreat. The Armoured Jedi Titan turned, deactivating his Lightclubs, and grabbed Dace's body. He pulled it up and began running back towards the Temple as Jonas and the team covered him. He mounted the stairs with ease and proceeded into the temple towards the Medbay. Beta Eight and Ten picked up Seven's body and followed Zuli inside, leaving Jonas and the others ceased fire, reloaded and resumed their defensive duties. All were quiet in silent tribute to their fallen comrade..
Beta hoped they'd get a chance for payback, sooner rather than later..
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jun 19, 2013 9:43:40 GMT -8
The first of the droids under Aya's control broke through the last of the undergrowth that had delayed them as much as it had. Through the droid's eye, Aya looked out over the clearing around the Temple. It was time to begin.
With a series of wooden cracks & pops, An AT-TE walker pushes itself free from the undergrowth & into view of the temple. With a tremendous roar, the main gun opened fire at the side of the temple, obliterating a pair of floating holographic numbers & tearing a chunk out of the side of the massive structure.
Within a few moments, the lumbering walker was soon joined by nearly a hundred battle droids that were struggling out of the brush. There where sixty B1s armed with the standard blaster rifle, another 15 armed with flamethrowers, & 10 B2 super battle droids. As soon as the droids had pulled themselves into a loose group (though it was far from ordered ranks), they charged the temple, opening fire at anything that presented a target.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jul 8, 2013 14:01:24 GMT -8
A bolt scored the the top of the rock wall Adelle had taken cover behind. Kriff her to the nine hells! She just had to volunteer for this watch with only a squad at her side. There had to be at least eighty droids out there. She threw up her arms as the ground rocked beneath her, debris falling from higher up on the temple. A couple soldiers cried out as rubble landed on them, crushing bones. Two injured but thankfully the bigger debris missed. Adelle peered around the corner when the dust cleared. A tank. They had a tank. Shitshitshit, they were gonna be overrun.
Adelle ran over to the injured soldiers, pulling out her comlink. "Knight Bastiel requesting back-up. 80-ish droids and a tank. Two injured—"
A trooper behind her fell, his body slack.
"—one dead."
Dropping the comm, she immediately set to work on the injured soldiers. Move the rubble, apply pressure to the wound, bandage tightly, treat for shock, move out of the way. That was all she could do for now. Hopefully a better healer could come get them before the enemy soldiers broke the line. Adelle picked up the fallen soldier's blaster and fired at the droids advancing relentlessly. Several of them had fuel tanks attached to their backs. Adelle swore. Flamethrowers. Those would be devastating once they were in range. She concentrated her fire on the tanks, hoping to trigger an explosion.
But that tank... She had a crazy idea but any military tactician would tell her it was suicide. Even she knew it was a bad idea.
"Oh, kriff me!" Adelle ran out from behind cover and sprinted for the tank, popping off shots at droids as she went. Someone had to stop the tank. Might as well be her.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jul 8, 2013 14:16:47 GMT -8
Before the dust had even cleared from the first shot, return fire was reaching out from the temple. Within a couple of seconds a couple of shots, either very lucky or very well aimed, pierced two of the flamethrower fuel tanks. Those two quickly turned into a pair of burning columns, each engulfing several nearby droids.
The two rather large burning patches appeared to have taken out nearly half of the flamethrower droids & another ten or so of the standard b1's. The sole b2 caught in the blaze merely continued marching forward, pumping fire in the direction of the enemy location.
One of the ball turrets on the tank began to swing around to track the figure that foolishly decided to jump out from behind the cover. A scraping sound followed by a series of metal pops preceded the turret rolling to point nearly straight down, all but falling out of the tank. The AT-TE began to ponderously swing around to bring another of the turrets to bear on the target.
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Jul 8, 2013 23:08:29 GMT -8
The time for hesitation and swearing passed. She heard explosions and blasterfire. Smelled smoke, dust, and grease. Felt the rough ground beneath her as she slid under a droid's blaster, the slight gyration of her lightsaber in her hands, and the weak resistance the droid's armor gave the blue blade. The battlefield was her world and she belonged to it. The Force bound her to the ground, brushed her skin in the air, connected her to the droids and tank and broken jungle. Even now, in the middle of confusion, there was a rhythm, a current of the Force guiding her.
Chaos, yet harmony.
And it was this current that brought the first moving turret to her attention. Adelle swept her lightsaber across a droid's midsection and beheaded another. The turret snapped and stilled but the tank continued to move. Turning. Bringing another turret to bear on her. But she was a small target and always moving. If she could just keep that turret busy enough while she ran closer, it would be enough. The rest of her squad was occupying most of the engaging force, taking potshots at the tank when they could. Hopefully, it would be enough. Adelle flung her saber at the neck of another droid and called it back in time to slash through a droid behind her. The current sped up, increasing her sense of urgency. That turret would almost have its sights on her by now.
She sprinted a few feet towards the tank, gathering the Force to her, jumped onto a droid's shoulders and Force-jumped into a high-arcing somersault. Let's see that tank track this.
Her body folded when she hit the tank and rolled to reduce the force of impact. In a low crouch, left hand touching the steel, Adelle set her sights on the big gun in front of her. She stood and went to work, using the lightsaber to shear off the barrel.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jul 9, 2013 6:57:22 GMT -8
Several more droids quickly fell to the oddly flexible & fast jedi rampaging through their ranks. Fire quickly shifted from being focused on the pinned down soldiers to the jedi in their midst. As the tank's main gun swung around to fire a shell at the pinned soldiers, the jedi landed on the back of the mighty vehicle & sliced clean through the barrel.
The jedi suddenly had the undivided attention of every droid on the field. The remaining seven fire droids turned their flamethrowers toward the tank & began to bath the entire vehicle in flaming goop. That was quickly joined with a flood of blaster fire from the remaining forty blaster droids, & the fifteen supers.
The jedi would have to move quickly indeed if she want to escape from the lethal onslaught.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jul 9, 2013 15:29:21 GMT -8
"Knight Bastiel requesting back-up. 80-ish droids and a tank. Two injured—" "—one dead."
=Captain Wyren Starla, Bohemian Lead=
::Knight Bastiel, this is Bohemian Lead. We are enroute to you now. Eee-tee-ay, twenty seconds.::
The pilot - young, talented, and carrying still no small amount of pain that made for quite an effective set of crosshairs for her - whipped her XJ7 X-WIng down low over the forest canopy as the distance to the Praxeum scrolled down on her HUD and the Great Temple grew steadily larger in her canopy. Off to her right, and slightly back, Bohemian Seven, piloted by Flight Officer En'dran, matched her course and speed. En'dran was a Bith, and as a result could manage on far less rest than a Human - as a result, he had been the most refreshed and ready to fly when her cycle on the patrol schedule had come up. She'd grabbed him as her temporary wingman and headed up. Twice in their patrol already, she'd nearly used the wrong call-sign.
Oh, Mi'hel. I'm so sorry.
For a moment, emotion - grief and pain - threatened to well up inside of her, but she shook it off, discarding the thoughts of her deceased wingmate and focusing on what needed doing. Another few seconds --
Their X-Wings rounded the Great Temple, a plume of smoke rising from the far side, and instantly, the targeting computers - and Wyren's eyes - were drawn to the largest target, the AT-TE walker. It's main barrel lay on the floor before it, and the familiar sight of a Lightsaber wielding Jedi was sat atop it. Battle droids had just turned to face the walker, weapons raised.
The X-Wings were past in another eye-blink, shooting away from the Temple. Carrie nosed up, trusting En'dran to follow her. She started to swing around as she dialed her throttle back.
=Captain Wyren Starla, Bohemian Lead=
::Seven, walker's carrying a friendly. Target's the battledroids for now. One joint pass, then split and alternate.::
The two starfighters, their speed much reduced from their flyby, swept their noses on target, and instantly Carrie's targeting reticle flashed red as it slid over the walker. A split second nudge of her stick shifted her aim, and she squeezed the trigger, opening up with a stream of single sequential shots from the four wingtip laser cannons and pouring red needles of blistering energy into the largest rank of battledroids. Her fire was joined by those of her wingmates, striking into the heart of the Battledroid formation. |
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