[ti]Event[/ti]War of Ziost

Sied would not be able to get to the planet immediately, but upon hearing of the situation, her military would arrive soon enough. Unfortunately, due to the world, she knew better then to bring other Witch Commanders. Rather designated positions of authority to various Nightsisters. And then, landing their troops at a right angle with the Empire's. Thousands and thousands of the Dathomir Servant droid force in line, most of whom were carrying either Z-6 Blaster Cannons, or a very sizable pack of Thermal Detonators, that they could only carry due to their considerable strength. There were a few armed with more simple blaster rifles, and most had pikes with them to use in groups, but due to their lower skill level, it felt the cannons and detonators would be more sufficient. Due to their strength, they began sending the Detonators far into the field to attack the dread army.

Meanwhile the Nightsisters moved about their army making sure everything was in order, while others prepared in groups for sprays of energy blasts with their bows, The NightTroop had a group here additionally, prepared to take on the Dread Army if they got into closer range. Sied herself, though as much as she hated it, resorted to an energy bow from this distance, firing at them from a considerable distance aiming for the faces. As an extra measure, she had brought Master Droids into the mix of all this. Making for an excellent defense against the Dread Army if they got closer due to their extreme skill and speed with weapons and physical ability, and and their weapons being excellently suited to combat jedi, sith, or in this case, Undead with an open face. Until they got closer however, where they would use their Electro-staffs, the Master Droids would use blaster rifles to shoot at them from afar. All the while aiding the organization of the droid army.

The Republic would soon arrive, their Dropships carrying with them troopers. There were those who's till bore the old dura-armor, it wasn't necessary for all to have the Rocket armor that was becoming a more common use among their troopers. They would land on the West front. The Dread Army was getting boxed in. Getran himself stepped to the front lines as they brought down Front Liner Tanks, all preparing a wall of the Reflection Emitter shields and beginning to move forwards. The troopers stationed behind were already informed on where they needed to hit, the faces, open, an easy target for the experienced troops. Those who weren't given this instruction were armed with REEM launchers, aiming for the enemy vehicles, or for the edges of the enemy troops, making sure they couldn't escape.

Getran stood, fully armored, fully armed, watching the undead horde. Breathing in and out carefully. He was fully charged recently. Today was going to be a bad day for the undead. As the tanks drew closer, with the troops remaining behind firing from the cover of their armor. Though their shields would not protect them from the enemy blasters much, they did prevent them from getting near them. Even if they didn't get destroyed by the field wall, the power it had would launch them back into the rest of the horde if they tried to rush it or push through.

As they got close enough Getran leapt into them, this was where they were weakest. A planet stripped of the force. And Getran was not going to miss the chance to take advantage of that. He knew full well he was possibly one of the most dangerous people on the battlefield at this moment. As the lack of the force did not stop his Alpha Neural Network, nor his cybernetics, from operating on a level akin to a force user. He took their blaster fire head on, thanks to his armor, and as they struck at him with their vibro blades he brought his own phrik Zhaboka up blocking it, then pulled out his blaster and fired point blank at the head. Holstering it and grabbing the sword from him as he fell, using it to block another as he came in from behind, turning and stabbing it through the head with his Zhaboka which would come around again spinning. He'd continue to keep going, his armor and body were designed to tank this kind of damage, but even so he would use a combination of his weapons, sensors, and systems, in order to prevent as much damage as possible, all the while wreaking absolute havoc. More strength then a wookie, the speed enough to keep par with a force user, along with the many advantages his cybernetics gave him, made him a much more dangerous opponent in this battle then these undead.

If this were a battle where they were strongest, like on Mustafar, or another planet. He would be more careful. They might actually scare him. But right now he was fighting was less then elsewhere. And a perfect moment to experiment with just how far he could push his body without having to actually feel threatened by them.

The Storyteller ,Sied Nevra ,Darth Pyktis ,Darth Nivalis ,

The Black Death, Moff Lorna Frye had taken to the field with a small squad of 8 other members of the Death Corps and set up a defensive position near the entrance the prison. She would have preferred a more offensive position but this enemy was something she had never faced before and yet what she was trained for. She watched Lord Kao give his speech with her squad before she commanded the squad through their jarbled comms to bunker down and shoot anything that comes near this entryway. "Death Corps are in position Lord Kao." she relayed over the general comms channel.

It wasn't long before the Dread forces soon started to make their way to Lorna and her squad, "Fire at will!!" she commanded. Blaster fire pelted the first line of their troops knocking them down for but a moment before they picked themselves back up again to continue fighting. Lorna growled in annoyance, realizing body shots were not going to be enough to slow them down. She quickly took cover as a blaster bold from the Dread Forces almost caught her helmet, giving her an idea "Go for the head. Take precise head shots, body shots have no effect on them." One of her men came out of cover and threw a thermal imploder towards the enemy forces, getting hit in the shoulder and knocking him onto his back. Lorna quickly checked him over and got him back into the fight.

"Dread forces are at the east gate and numbers are increasing quickly." she informed over the general comms to any and old forces close by.

Sied Nevra,Darth Pyktis,Darth Nivalis,Lord Kao,

While Getran Kross might have departed from the battlefield on Ziost after a time, he did have to attend to Republic matters, there were still forces kept on Ziost in order to assist. Mainly this was formed of sniper groups and the Front Liner tanks, in order to avoid major losses so they could be kept for other worlds. Among them was Dance, he kept his distance. Picking off zombies from a distance with his sniper rifle. They were easy targets, it was strange however. Still, the Dread Soldiers were back. And while the zombies were easy to rip apart, they were not so much. They still could manage to deflect his shots, so he'd resorted to firing two off almost immediately after each other. Or keeping them busy forcing them to keep up defenses from an enemy too far away to shoot back at, while allowing allies to deal with them. It really wasn't the most glamorous job, it was actually more about how fast he could keep the rhythm of doing it going. He'd probably kill more of them this way then trying to deal with them up close, well, not for the zombies, he could probably deal with those easily. The Dread Soldiers, probably not. He was skilled, but he did not possess super speed or a lightsaber or anything that would give him the edge against them except his immense training and unusual ability for patterns.

The Storyteller,Sied Nevra,Darth Pyktis,Darth Nivalis,Lord Kao,Kross,Lorna Frye,Garish Nevra,