Hidden Yuuzhan Vong Enclave

[lotvashai]

She did not have time to waste on seeing if anyone behind the messenger she had sent, made it through that blast, the chances were very slim and in knowing this, she would have even less time to do what needed to be done.
Going back the way she came, Lotva Shai ducked into the caves again, shoving aside more warriors as they attempted to bridge the gap that had been made in the semi-suspended path. Anger drove her onwards relentlessly, the ever increasing void inside her growing wider still, she did not want to let it consume her thoughts.

Her wounded shoulder burned anew at the excertion as she pushed through the membrane into the communications chamber, sending several of the villip mistresses jumping backwards to avoid the Consul and her rage.
When they just appeared to stare at her with stark bemusement, the Consul't expression darkened considerably, a frown knitting her brow ridges as she snarled out an order.

"Send word to the commanders to deploy the squadrons of Yorik-et and Tsik vai, the infidels have found our location." Somewhat breathless with fury, she paused for a moment to compose herself, fists clenched so tightly that her talons dug deep into her own palms, making them viscose with blood. "All Yorik-et should engage the infidel fighters that have broken atmosphere, have the tsik vai deploy their lav-peq....I want those Jeedai alive so I can send them to the gods myself!"

She ran a hand through the hastily tied knots of her hair, leaving a black smear that she did nothing to remove, her tension was overt but she did not care...that infidel had dared do the unthinkable and the sheer audacity of it demanded that he be forced to face the gods for his heresy. His suffering would serve the gods well, but it had to be she who brought this into being - this had to be yet another test, it just had to be!

Lotva Shai could think of no way she had angered the gods, she had only ever been reverant, devout in her ways, she served them better than many she stood here amongst. So why had Yun-Yammka turned his tendrils in her direction?
All this and more plagued her thoughts and she wondered if it had anything to do with Azca's tainting...she had technically denied the gods one who should have been sent back to them. She had even been prepared to do so until Nehsta Ku had told her there was another way.

She would find out.

[K'litch Vang]

Vang reaches his amphistaff that is still curled around the crechling protectively, the snake-like head hovers over the Yuuzhan Vong child while scanning the area around the child to watch for possible threats. In a full stride as he runs, Vang leans to the side and grabs at his amphistaff as he continues to make for some protection.

Just as he is about to get to Azca, one of the hurled pieces of rock from the tunnel wall slams into the side of Vang's head and sends him for a spin. Remarkably, Vang remains standing but is soon partially burried under more rock chunks. Dazed slightly from the blow to his head, Vang shake off the dizziness that impares him and once again locks eyes on Azca. Not to be stopped in his task, Vang uses everything in him to break free and grab Azca and his weapon and head to some kind of safe place. He spots a dark area between two infidel buildings and staggers with the crechling there for the time being.

As soon as he gets into the safety of the shadows between the built things, he checks Azca for injuries. The unconscious crechling appears to no be injured, save for the fact he is unconscious. He pays no mind to his own injuries as he feels a small trickle of blood drop down his cheek. Vang takes little time to look the crecheling over before going to his villip and tries to reach Lotva Shai to tell her that her son is safe for the moment. When the Consul fails to answer, Vang assumes that either the consul is separated from her villip or that the Consul is with the Gods now. Vang then decides to contact Du'cot Lah, commander of the air group that supplied Vang and his wingmen with fighters, to let him know what is going on. Soon the image of a battle-worn Du'cot Lah appears in the membranes of Vang's villip.

-Du'cot Lah-

"Field Commander Du'cot of Domain Lah, this K'litch of Domain Vang, we have Jeedai infidels breaking into the planets upper atmosphere. We need air cover... NOW!"

Under normal circumstances, Vang's tone might be considered disrespectful but luckily for Vang, the word of Vang's vision of this battle reached Lah's ears. "Be still proud warrior, our fighters are a few klopins away, we will make sure the infidels pay for their insolence."

"I must locate Consul Lotva Shai," Vang comments to the commander. "I have her crechling. Have you recieved word from her?"

"The Consul sent a order to launch the available fighters moments before you contacted me." Lah responds.

"Praise the Yun'O. I will find her and deliver her crecheling before making my way to you. I'm confident you'll still have a Yorik-et for me?"

"Most indeed, K'litch of Domain Vang. May the Yun'O guide you to victory." Lah says before the villip's image fades away. Vang puts away his villip and begins to scan the area, more Yuuzhan Vong are moving through the streets trying to secure before more Jeedai infidels arrive. Vang steps out and begins to stagger a bit back towards Enclave, fighting against the push of the crowd and hopefully towards the Consul's position.

[Aeron]

“Acknowledged Corey,” Aeron answers Corey’s comm. call.

The soldiers form a defence line, the ones with shields in the front. The others jump out, blasters ready. The soldiers are joined by five YVH droids.

Aeron watches from within the ship, through the transparisteel canopy of the cockpit. “Captain, go into that tunnel ahead,” she says into the headset which connects with the leader outside.

The ten squads push their way into the cave. The soldiers form rows, the first carrying shields with energy staffs, deflecting eventual thud bugs. Behind it soldiers with blasters, ready to shoot to free the way. They make their way into the cave, meeting destruction of mines, body parts of Yuuzhan Vong.
Another explosion is rocking through the stones and the soldiers quicken their pace of their approach.
In the distance the leader can make out a group of people but he can’t be sure if they are Yuuzhan Vong or if Master Malreaux is one of them.
Shadows are moving and only one remains. Was this Master Malreaux?
“Quick,” he gestures his man forward, still have not yet met resistance. The Grey Jedi Master has left enough chaos and dead in his wake.
“Aeron? We made contact, he is right ahead,” he switches to frequency to contact Aeron.

Aeron is sitting impatiently in the cockpit waiting, they have not taken her with them. She can understand why, she would be a burden with the hover chair and the restrictions of movement.

[Corey Dooku]

Corey flys through the air watching them go into the cave then Sayan informed Corey that some ships are now airborne and prepare for battle. He hits the comlink and informs all fighters that the enemy is in the air. As soon as he spoke Sayan made a sharp left turn then dropped almost to the tree tops. Corey was glad that she was flying at the time.

"All ships protect the ground forces and we must keep control of the air. We have to give them time."

Corey watches his team light up the sky with anti air blasters. He thinks to himself.
"Man, its been a long time since I had to fight in a fighter, man I am rusty." He laughs as he takes over the controls and being to organize the air team.

[lotvashai]

As ordered, a squadron of Yorik-et was dispatched with the specific target of dealing with the infidel fighters that had just shown up on world. Comprising of aproximately 10 vessels, these would keep the fighters busy whilst the atmospheric fliers, the tsik-vai, would concentrate on dispensing the lav-peq.

The main objective was to ground those troop transports permenantly, once entangled in the lav-peq - or netting beetles as the infidels called them - they could pummel the transports with their grafted plasma cannons. The ground troops still dispersing, and time allowing, a straffing run could well take care of the little problem like that. What they missed, the warriors on world would make short work of their forces....they were grossly outnumbered whichever way they looked at it.

As the Yorik et came tearing across the horizon, gaining ground with every second, the tsik vai that brought up the rear broke off, while the original squadron moved to intercept the arriving infidel forces. Primarily, those that had arrived with Corey. With all the precision afforded to them by the yammosk that controlled them, they flew with precision in the attack position, while their lessers set to work engaging Aeron's forces, within a few moments they, too, would be within range.

[Emanon]

Running after the Warrior K'litch Vang, Volk still keeps firing at him as he runs. Then up front there are some men dressed in familiar armor, the GJO troopers had arrived with his wife still sitting in the shuttle.

Stopping as they approach him he raises his hand in greeting, knowing the Commander in charge. "Captain good to see you again."
Volk says as they set up a perimeter around him. One YVH droid in the group firing down the tunnel as six other men help it out.

"Whats the sit rep here?" Volk asks the Captain.

"Master Dooku is up in the air engaging some coralskippers. We were sent down to assist you, as the Kage felt you were in danger." The Captain calls over a Medic to look over the worst of Volks wounds.

Meanwhile Volk is looking around, he was so tired and was drawing heavily on the Force to keep going. Pointing down the tunnel he orders. "I want an Box shaped formation around the shuttle, Captain. One side set against the tunnel and the Vong streaming out, place one YVH at each side. If it gets to hard to defend retreat back into orbit." Volk looked at the Captain hard gaze meaning business. "Even if the Kage refuses to go, you force her to leave with the rest of you understood?"


The Captain salutes and starts shouting at his men to get into a defensible box formation. He notices as everyone is looking at Volk, he had taken a PLX-1 portable missile launcher from a trooper and fired off FIVE missles to where he thought the Warrior K'litch was. Long past caring if he killed the Vong child now....all he wanted was to kill as many as he could. As Volk takes off after grabbings to frag grenades from a trooper. Watching him leave the Captain is wondering if this would turn out OK in the end.

[K'litch Vang]

As the Yuuzhan Vong warriors pressed on to engage the GJO troopers. Vang continued to stagger back to the enclave clutching the crechling in his arms. His back is to all the action as several blaster bolts go whizzing passed his head. Luckily the shots are too wide to worry about but he's caught completely off guard when a volley of five missiles explodes all around him. As he flung into the air by the series of explosions, Vang is tossed across the Promenade and towards the side of the tunnel wall leading to the enclave.

After Vang lands with a sickening thud, he tries to fight against the severity of his injuries to continue on. By his account, Vang knows he has at least three broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder, not to mention a whopper of a concussion. Vang ends up collapsing to the rocky and semi-tiled floor of the cave entrance to the enclave with his last conscious moment being spent with the realization that Azca was no longer in his grasp.

[Emanon]

Anger was the only thing keeping him on his feet, hurt from multiple cuts to the bone, a bite wound and his back hurting with each step he took. It all added to his anger to keep going. This trip had completely messed up his life, something that should have been a quick recon had take more time away from his new family.

Moving with purpose he had his lightsaber in his right hand blocking Nang hul, as the GJ Troopers kept up the pressure keeping pace with him. He was almost to the enclaves doors when he stops and veers off to the right. There on the floor near a boulder was the Vong kid, the vong warrior nowhere to be seen. Ducking behind the boulder he pulls his blaster carbine and fires wildly over at the Vong warriors charging, before throwing his two Frag grenades at them.

Lifting the Vong child into his arms, Volk looks at him over. Though quiet and not moving he appeared to be OK, but he was no expert on the matter. Shaking his head he cradles the kid and shouts over to the GJO Troopers."We're leaving, stay as a group and fall back to the shuttle, call ahead to the Captain that we are headed there now."


Running to the squad, Volk keeps low and tries to hurry with his injuries slowing him down. Grouping up the squad forms a box formation around Volk and begin to move back to the shuttle, firing as they go. Already four of the twelve were either dead or seriously injured, so they had to get out now. Volk could only guess how the shuttle defense force was doing.

[Aeron]

Aeron is sitting in the cockpit. She is rather impatiently. Her eyes are on the sensor readings and the mission data transmitted by the Captain.
What takes them so long? Why did Volk run off?
Something peeps and her attention turns to it. Several Yorik et are approaching, though Corey is up in the air, he might be able to deal with them for the time being.
“Captain, what the hell is he doing, you are supposed to bring him back,” Aeron scowls at the trooper.
“He took off, we follow, over.”
She scowls again.
Volk’s mind is focused, determined. He has a task at hand, he doesn’t want to be rescued, not yet anyway.
Her fingers clenches to a fist, her nails digging into her palm painfully. Her condition is unbearable, she wants to be out there, doing something. But she is trapped, trapped on this ship, in this chair, in this body that refuses to cooperate.
She waits

“Kage, we returning,” comes over comm.
“Acknowledged, Captain.”
Worried she looks at the sensor reading, seeing that the Yorik-Et are approaching quickly.
“Hurry Captain, we will have company any second soon.”

[Emanon]

As another trooper goes down, Volk orders the rest to stop. Looking around at the men with him, they were all injured, but still had that look of determination to keep going. Even the YVH was sparking his left arm hanging useless at his side, though he kept on firing.

"Shields up front to take the worst of the damage. The rest of you keep firing, we are almost there." Volk yells at the rest. Pulling his blaster carbine he still fires when he can, as the team medic helps the downed trooper. His leg was barely hanging on having taken a razor bug to the shin. "Hurry, doc...we need to move. Wrap it and I'll help you drag him...we need to leave now!"
The medic bandages the leg as best he could before he and Volk grabs grab the trooper and begin dragging him to the waiting shuttle.

"Call the shuttle ask them to send help at this rate we wont make it." Volk tells the Sergeant.


"Captain, we are getting hammered, I have lost half my squad to heavy resistance send some backup !" The Sergeant yells into his com link as they all begin to move again towards the shuttle.

[Corey Dooku]

Meanwhile, Corey's ground forces are being overrun and two of his 5 Drop ships are now destoryed. 4 ships are down, and the enemy only lost 2 figthers. Corey bites his lip as he commands Sayan to head down to help out his ground forces. He knows that if anymore Drop Ships are lost none of his troops will be able to leave.

Corey taps is comlink "Sergeant this is Master Dooku, we are on our way."

Corey opens a secure link to Captain Nelson "Commander get two teams over this this locations to assist Master Volk, now. NO time to waste."

Nelson "Master Dooku, if I pull any troops we will get overrun."

Corey "I am on my way there, go help Lord Volk now!!!"

Nelso "Yes Sir."

Sayan flys low as Corey jumps off with his sabers in hand looking at his Soldiers.

"Men, grab what you can for cover and keep them off the Drop ships, if we lose one more none of us is going home."

Corey is now in a fight for his life.

[lotvashai]

Nono NO! This was not happening!

Lotva Shai seethed visibly, though silently, as she paced around the viewspider's suspended optic Jelly, overseeing the events as they happened. The infidels had managed to drive K'litch Vang's forces deeper into the cave, making marginal, but ultimately unsuccessful, egress in the process.

From here she could coordinate things, much like a Yammosk, but their war coordinator had it's tentacles full with coordinating the ariel assault on those fighters that the infidels had miraculously managed to get through the imperial fleet that had been in orbit. Weather or not they were still there, she hadn't taken the care to check, the results would be moot, because the objective was still the same, and weather or not they were trapped here made little difference. There was, as hard as it might have been to believe, a plan in action here.

But she had not counted on things getting so...personal. It was the red rag to the ronto bull, taking the fight to the door of domain Shai, this infidel, had he known it, would have surely thought twice. She had said nothing that gave away the fact she was blood relation to Azca, when the Jeedai had dared to pick him up. But somehow he had known he was of importance. And it was true, she wouldn't have shown an inkling of interest had that been another crecheling....crechelings were not even on the first rung of the proverbial ladder of heirachy, only acknowledged by their parents when they first attained rank, and were accepted back into their domain. Azca, she realized, had become a large portion of her life for just that reason...if he progressed to gain rank, then his past would be unquestionable, his ascent would negate rumour because the Yun'o themselves would consider him worthy.
But this infidel, this Jeedai, was about to undo all her good work!

Caloused and sinewous fingers gripped the sides of the viewspider's nutrient pool, closing about the surface and digging in claws first as she watched events play out. The Yammosk was fairing far better, managing to heckle those infidel craft and keep them from bothering the ground forces too much, who by now, had taken shelter inside the caves.

But with K'litch Vang downed, she had lost one of her soul sources of communication, and it was highly likely, her son as well.

[Corey Dooku]

Corey turns as a stung bug hits him on his right leg causing him to jump back from the pain. He smiles from the pain, as he looks around to find away to protect his men. He spots the air assault on his position and orders them to position on gun to fire at them while the rest trys to protect the drop ships.

The attack on their position is causing Corey to move some men deeper into the forest. Corey move along with them as he trys to move around behind the Vong Warriors to surprise them. Corey knows that he can not sense them through the force but can sense his troops and everything around them.

Corey gets down to uses the force to contact Master Volk.

TTF: Master Volk has my two squads made it to you yet? Sayan is moving into position to help get you and the Kage out of here.

Corey head turns slowly as he heard something move behind his team..

[K'litch Vang]

K'litch Vang stayed still for a moment, the warrior had just taken a tumble that would rock a Rancor, before showing signs of life. He reaches up and feels his head, its pounding and bleeding, his cut is much worse than the small cut from the rock. As he slowly begins to move, Vang has himself another vision of the Yun'O standing before him.

"The favor of the Gods is with you K'litch of Domain Vang, you have a place and a part in this play... and so does Azca." the intertwined voices of Yun-Yammka and Yun-Harla speak to Vang."You must return him to the Enclave."

With those words, Vang's eyes pop open and he sits up as a group of warriors makes a push to chase the fleeing infidels as their unholy abominations streak across the sky try to defend their comrads and themselves from incoming Yorik-ets raining molten plasma down on them. As more warriors are coming by, Vang springs to his feet to rush the retreating slime as they make their way back to their ships. Vang has no amphistaff and decides to extend his implanted fighting claws, in a quick and painful moment three two foot long bone claws come shooting from the spaces between his fingers. The pain gives him focus as he drives his claws into the kidney of a GJO trooper and drops him quick on his path to Azca. He doesn't see Azca but he does see the infidel he fought briefly holding something. Vang presses on towards Volk dropping troopers as he makes his way to the crechling and towards his captor.

[Corey Dooku]

Corey orders the last of his ground forces to board the Drop ships as he heads with his elite team to help secure the area for Master Volk and the Kage. He knew they would not keep the position where they were, but it keep most of the Vong ground forces away from the cave.

Corey smiles as he can taste the blood in the air, it excites him. His eyes turn to a solid black from it, as he makes his way through the forest. With both blades humming in the wind as they touched the body armor of the Vong you could almost hear it pop from both blades touching at the same time.

His team keeping up with him as Corey almost running try to pull some of the ground forces to comment to attacking his position as he moves deeper and round the forest trying to reach the otherside of the cave. It was out of the way but it would be worth if a few Vong Warriors followed them. So, Corey pressed with his attack as he moved.

Captian Nelson and the last of now two squads made it to assist Lord Volk.

A couple move hits from the bugs tear at Corey's chin and right shoulder. His eyes shows no pain, his eyes following the one who throw the the cursed thing at him.