Apocalypse Now​ (DM story)

[Samka Derith]

Location: The Heart of Omega
Peoples: [member="Wolf"] [member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Kierel"] [member="Doc"] [member="Vustia"] @Nomar @CT-47B [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Audren Sykes"]
Affiliation: The First Order

The Heart of Darkness. They'd made it here. The first thing the teenage Ren noticed was how cold it was. She thought longingly back to the winter coat she'd left on their shuttle. She'd not expected to need it again once leaving the frozen environment of Castermeer. Sam stood next to [member="Wolf"] who'd halted the group. She shivered and and rubbed her hands together as she scanned the sight in front of her.

Enemy Stormtroopers everywhere. She shook her head, embarrassed that the Sith dared use such a similar military to that of the First Order. It was insulting to see such a pale mockery of their armed forces willingly serving as tools for a maniac. Out of sight she could sense something much darker though, something far more powerful. Ancient yet unwithered. Darth Molior was here, only one person could have a presence like that. Sam wondered if the cause of her shiver was truly the temperature.

There was a call from within the chamber. A man she recognised as [member="Daxton Bane"] was issuing a personal challenge. It would be interesting to see how well that worked out for him... "Be aware of that one, I've met him before. He's an unrelenting foe who doesn't play well in groups. At the very least he'll make a fine distraction, just... don't agitate him too much," She warned the group.

Sam nodded in agreement as Wolf explained his plan. "We won't have room for it but I don't see a better option. I'm ready." She subconsciously reached up to rub her shoulder, hopefully this time it would go better for her than it did in the Academy.

But then one of the Sith from their group spoke, another idea. Sam bit her lip as she considered it. "Tempting but we need the numbers. Instead of just bringing one or two we can bring everyone plus we wouldn't be bypassing the enemy. There's nothing to stop all the troopers joining Molior in the fight to come. It's better to pick them off seperately rather than the stress of them later. You're welcome to try it alone and draw their fire from us though," a sly smile crossed her lips with the last remark. Besides, now the man really did smell of alcohol now and she doubted anyone would trust him with their life to hold tight and precisely land while under fire.

As Wolf charged into the room, she leaped sideways out. There were hardly any foes on the ground floor, most of the Sith Troopers were at least tactically intelligent enough to know that they'd stand a better chance firing from the elevated walkways than within lightsaber's reach on the ground. Still she mopped up a few of the unlucky ones, closing the gaps with incredible speed and a gymnast's agility before dashing back to cover their stormtroopers.

"Quickly but carefully," she said to [member="Kierel"] as she followed the unhelmeted stormtrooper up the steps, deflecting a few bolts which had been aimed at the soldier. Wolf would be leading the attack, cutting down anyone on the walkway. She simply had to prevent any fire hitting their flank, not the easiest task for a Makashi specialist but there was no other option and she refused to let anyone else down. She was acting purely defencively, the amount of blaster fire coming down at them meant there was no time to reflect accurately back at the attacker. Sam just had to count on the counter attacks and covering fire of the troopers to thin the enemy numbers.

The ascent was cramped and full of close calls, many times her instinct had been to dodge an attack she had meant to deflect so the young girl had to fight against her own training and natural reactions but so far it all seemed to be going as planned. Once they reached the top, they only had to destroy the crystals. All else was secondary. Defeating Darth Molior and escaping with their lives... It would be nice but it was not necessary for a successful mission. She didn't want to die, not at this age when there was so much left to do, but if she had to go at least this would make a fine exit.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Central Control
ALLIES: [member="Jude Falkrowe"]
ENEMIES: Darth Sicarii | Rogue Sith

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPQOMyyg9b8

Their journey to Central Control was not so much clear as their intentions were. Battle raged all around them, threatening to swallow them in to its gravity and distract them from greater purpose. More than once Matsu had to duck behind something to avoid more blaster fire, but their stolen armor and laser focus afforded them the opportunity to get as far as the doors outside the Bridge without becoming embroiled in anything.

“You feel it, do you not?” It sounded as if he meant it as matter of fact, for it was impossible not to catch the clenching of the Force around a signature defined by its rage. She simply nodded in response.

“Let's, at least, have a blast." Standing beside him outside the sliding doors, they seemed to be living inside a breath. For that slow inhalation of air she contemplated the end. It did not frighten her, but she would be lying if she said she found the concept of her death more than a little annoying. She had things yet to do - partners to be with, a son to watch grow, enemies to conquer, power to absorb, a whole galaxy to bring to its knees. To have life taken from her now...she had to accept it as possibility. Whoever stood guard in the room ahead was possessed of massive power, enough to remind her she was starving...hungry to rip it from its possessor. And suddenly she felt a wave of sadness - not her own, for that was an emotion she hadn’t felt in years. Jude wasn’t looking at her and for a moment she hesitated.

She resented touch. The same incident in which she’d first lost her left arm was the same which made her averse to physical contact with others. And yet still as that sadness lingered, she reached out and put a cool metallic hand to his shoulder, squeezing in a gesture probably wholly unexpected. “If I die in there, you should know I never once had the urge to kill you,” she offered, bolstered by the sense of a laugh she couldn’t make aloud as she reflected his humor (a predator with her mask). Her hand slipped from him just as the door hissed open in front of them, a room full of worker bees furiously attending to their stations in well-oiled order as they paid no attention to intruders.

That was a job for the troopers remaining and the Sith standing impossibly tall in the center of the Control Room.

Jay was right - there was no hiding. She could feel that in the strength of the Darth’s presence, and as such she pulled the helmet from her head and let it drop to the floor as she strode forward. Her lightsaber was in her hand but unactivated. It had never been her weapon of choice.

“With whom do we have the honor of speaking?” she asked the man standing imperiously above.

She liked to toy with her food before she ate it.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Allies: [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Claire Ouron"]

Matsu could sense the others and was picking them up on the probes that were moving around when she lept up into the air standing on the head of one of the troopers when she was looking at Karen Roberts blow someone.... Up she was blowing someone up and away like dust in the wind. There were some others while she was moving and motioned with her hand towards Karen when she jumped off the one sith. "Karen this way." She could see some of the others while moving there when she shoulder checked a sith coming towards her and rolled spinning around while she slashed into the floor making a hole so she could move thorugh and out of the hanger with a nod of her head motioning for the other jedi. "Quickly move all of you." Matsu motioned repulsing the stormtroopers back and into the air before she was jumping down.

​"Everyone gets everything he wants. ​

I wanted a mission, and for my sins, they gave me one. ​

Brought it up to me like room service. It was a real choice mission, and when it was over, ​

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I never wanted another."​

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-Apocalypse Now​

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The Omega​

​​The Way Forward​

"What is the target, Lady?"

Kith didn't respond right away.

She knew that it would take time to factor in the interstellar coordinates. While the Omega was charging, the crew would be working feverishly. Firing the Omega out of system was not a casual, last minute decision. It was the culmination of years of secrecy and work. Destroying ships with it? That was a child's game.

The Sith Lord rarely felt any inklings of emotion, but that was enough to earn a flicker of anger from her. To use the Omega like a toy.

Kith already knew what world they would target. She had decided that long ago. There was only one place to begin- one place that embodied everything she so detested about this Galaxy. The ravenous cacophony of life, the grinding, grating hell of bodies and duracrete. Miserable place filled with miserable souls.

"My lady? The target?"

Very slowly, a smile curled on her pale lips. Yes. The target.

"Coruscant."

Though her voice was quiet, it seemed to echo through the entire control room.

"We will fire on Coruscant."

*****

The Hangars

Spoiler

[member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Thoja Arlos"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Zark"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Zonia Kalranoos"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Galen Adina"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Macharius Solaire"] [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Riven Black"] [member="Jaster Starfallen"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Raeya Papanoida"] [member="Karen Roberts"] @Maeriala Lavellan [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] @Lucien [member="RC-506 Lock"] [member="Jatt Cath"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Rhan Komo"] [member="Lyth Meran"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Nara Basaar"] [member="Werah Unon"] [member="Drogh"] [member="Cole Dagos"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Dean Letham"] [member="Funky Balor"] [member="Nima Tann"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Charlyra Araano"] [member="Doc"] [member="Vustia"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Wolf"] [member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Kierel"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Jude Falkrowe"][member="Nomar"]

The hangars were filled with ships and shipping crates. The storm troopers would take advantage of cover to rain red fire down on the interlopers, but they also offered cover to those they fought.

The Sith amoung them fought like zealots- full of passion and an utter belief in their cause. In some, it made them sloppy- the strength of their belief fueling the assumption that because of it, they could not lose. In some, it made them stronger- the utter conviction that they must win this day at all costs spurning them to heights of skill they had only dreamed of before.

But the overwhelming desire to SURVIVE would wash across and engulf the desire to destroy. While the defenders were fighting for faith, those who had come to the Omega were fighting for survival.

The hangars exited in to the Omega at different points. Some of the interlopers had hints as to where to go and why. But many of them were searching blindly for their quarry. And indeed, what was their quarry? A way to disable the Omega, in attempt to keep it for their own? A way to destroy the Omega? Or did they seek those behind the Omega?

The ship was enormous. Once free of their Hangars, what would they do? Simply searching the ship randomly would take weeks. And time was not a luxury they possessed.

Location: Omega Halls
Allies: [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Claire Ouron"]

There were more jedi and this place was massive, even with tracking and navigation to sense for directions she was unsure of where she was running to as her feet were moving and the drones she had released to work in the vents linked up to get from the droids that were released by the first strike teams into the hanger. Cathbodua had worked hard to send many of the things out while she had been in there working with Jericho. She sent the force out to go down the pathway while she was heading for where the flow of energy was coming from as she shifted her senses to track the electrical impulses from the main power core. It would be dangerous and something massive but there was sure to be a way to disable and damage the firing system of the Omega.

Omega
Team Lightside Hanger Bay, Hold the door. (8)


"To see the Golden Path as it manifests in the Force is both a blessing and curse. That is what she used to say. And, that you learn quickly as a Jedi that Alpha and Omega are the same thing. Every ending, a beginning. That time is a circle. One eternal round." ~ Sid's Log, The Omega War


Omega had fallen. It was a vision. Karen had seen it in the Force.

This was one of the many futures that opened up before her eyes as she set her X-Wing down in a quiet and corpse-filled hanger. The Force. It wanted to show her something new as she disembarked her craft. It wanted to show what would happen. If they succeeded. And that terrible future caused her to stop. To pause. To consider all her options. Ah. She saw it now.

They were not alone on Omega.

No. In the Force she could see them all. The Sith. The First Order. The Mandalorians and the Freelancers too. Karen could see herself. The Jedi. The Republic. All of these terrible terrible forces surging forward to one very specific shatterpoint in the Force. A hub of all this powerful traffic. The tipping point of the war. It was. Wait,

A woman?

"Karen?" Bana shook her arm. The tiny dwarf woman looked concerned. Not for the dead, but for the living.

"Bana..." Karen looked down at the small resistance woman. Receding slowly from her higher plane of learning. Karen uncoupled her helmet. Slide it off her long brunette shoulders. Letting Doctor Perth see her real face for the first time.

"Bana. I have to stay. I have to stay here with the shuttles."

"What! Why? The other Jedi are already inside? This is our chance! We can stop all this slavery here. All this suffering. We can win."

Karen smiled,

"You can Bana. But this is not my destiny. I have to stay. I have seen it in the Force."

"What?"

"The Golden Path. A Jedi's vision. It is a road to many futures. I can see them Bana. So many of them are the same. I can see this station's doom Bana. And I can see something else also. That we are all going to need a way to escape it. I... I need to find us a way home. Not just escape pods but. A way home. Away from this system."

Doctor Perth seemed to balk. An exit strategy? This Jedi had already foreseen their victory? Karen, just knew?

"Okay then." Bana shouldered her gun, "We're with you."

All of the remaining slaves seemed to ponder that thought. Most of them undecided. Surprised by this sudden change of pace.

"No Bana." Karen pleaded, "This is your fight. These soldiers will need the numbers. This station has unlimited soldiers at it's disposal. Our numbers are simply too few to let you all stay here with me. They need you. You must succeed."

Bana seemed just as shocked as her freemen companions. None of this was making sense. They were free now but... It was all happening so fast for them. The mines. The airbase. The scope of this whole darn war. It was so hard to understand the greater scale of things in such a terrifying moment. Bana didn't know what to do.

Karen placed a hand on Perth's tiny shoulder.

"Go Bana. Lead your people. Follow these other Jedi Masters and these soldiers. Help them to reach their mission. Your mission. To free not just a planet. But the whole galaxy. ...Free them Bana. Lead your people."

Perth seemed to nod. Taking moment to feel that new destiny flowing through her. Doctor Bana Perth had the makings of a great Jedi. The Force surrounded her. Filled her. Showed her what to do. And. ...What she needed to be.

"Okay Master Jedi. We'll go with the others. But... Karen?"

"Mm?"

"The Force will be with you."

"And you Bana Perth. Always."

...

Doctor Bana Perth gathered up her resistance fighters and charged off into the hallways of Omega. Following quickly behind the others as they pressed forward toward their target. Free men and women all. Leaving only one Force Master all by herself. Standing alone near her X-Wing as the hanger bay slowly emptied of soldiers and heroes. Contemplating victory.

Contemplating something else too.

"R2?" Karen turned.

~ "Dwee dwoo?" ~ The happy droid chirped.

"Fire up the ship. I'm gonna need your help with something."

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Objective: Center of Omega
Allies: [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Claire Ouron"]
DM: [member="Kith Verloren"]

Matsu was looking at them and then at Claire as she spoke placing a hand on her shoulder with a small look. "It is alright, just focus your mind and your senses, tune out the chaos and move. We can guide outselves towards the center of this great beast quickly and we are going to fill that empty space with the lightside of the force." Matsu said it while she was moving and motioning for Claire and those who wanted to to follow her deeper into the Omega as the probe droids were working and scanning. To get the information and what they could about it so when the time came, if the time came... disassemble all of it shiwftly and quickly as Matsu secured her sabe ron her hip bringing the force light blaster out and using it on the chest of a sith when they passed him sending him reeling back from the energy shot. She kept moving and letting her mind work on the force and fortifying itself through her own stuff.

Objective: Center of the Omega
Allies: [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="RC-506 Lock"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] any other light siders

Xiarr followed Matsu Ik once more, hoping they were going in the right direction. Xiarr would grab his DL-18 while sprinting, firing shots at any unfortunate stormtrooper that got in his way. He hoped that those probe droids would get all of the information they needed soon, or they will surely be lost in the massive superweapon. The corridors of Omega were filled with may twists and turns, it felt like Xiarr was going through an endless loop every time he went down a corridor. Suddenly, Xiarr felt the presence of multiple dark figures, the presence was more powerful than the lesser acolytes and knights, only a sith lord can emit such power. Xiarr looked over to the group that was running with him "Be ready for anything, I can feel the darkness swirling up in these endless halls."

Objective: Center of Omega
Allies: [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Vustia"]
DM: [member="Kith Verloren"]

Matsu stayed with it seeing some of the others while she was moving and the party had the potential to grow more from the looks of it. They needed to move with quickness but not be reckless in their actions as she was adjusting her equipment as she was motioning for the others to come and charge with her into the heart of the ship. She could feel other force users around them, feel some she had seen before and feel others that she didn't but it was a skill for tracking and identifying what you had to work with before she slid at a door frame to get into the lift as the stormtroopers within the lift while she stood there for a moment and moved with the force energies to slam them against the walls as she was moving to get some attention. "File in we need to get down lower to make it."

Omega
obj - hold the teamlightside hanger bay, secure escape ship. (8)


Heroes left. Heroes came.

Karen and R2 busied themselves in the hanger bay by stealing a massive Sith transport ship. Doing their best to try and ignore the constant flow of heroes and villains into, (and out of,) the bay. They focused on the crazy task ahead. The Sith transport. Originally designed to transport materials from the planet into space, this large vessel could hold as many as 60 people in it's cargo bay. Including Karen's already parked-inside X-Wing. It was the perfect ship for scooping up your allies and making a quick getaway.

~ Dweep dweep! ~

"Good work R2. I knew you could do it."

Karen sat in the pilot's chair as her astromech droid sliced through the passwords that kept the ship on lockdown. Together they had already opened the controls in the conning tower at the top of the bay. It took time, but they now had complete control of the hanger bay's systems. They were ready to make their getaway.

~ Dwoo dwoo, beda beda dee! ~

"Yep. We're all set buddy. We can leave at any time."

With their getaway ship primed and ready. Now all they had to do was wait. Ha. Let's pop this superweapon and go home.

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Objective: Center Of Omega
Allies: Light Side. [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Vustia"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Claire Ouron"]
DM: [member="Kith Verloren"]

Had he gotten lost in the shuffle?

Perhaps he had.

Josh had been fighting, fighting wave after wave of stormtroopers and zealots. He'd almost lost track of what was going on around him as the blood in his body seemed to pulse with excitement at the thrill of battle. But where it had led him, he didn't know. All he knew was that at some point, a Sith Zealot would hit the ground behind [member="Matsu Ike"] and her group, dead as a doornail, and standing behind them was the Jedi Master, lightsaber in hand.

"Looks like I finally caught up" He remarked, as he would look around, trying to grasp who in the room was on this little ragtag group. His robes were burned here and there from blaster bolts and lightsaber tracks, but he seemed relatively unharmed otherwise - just fatigued. He would immediately move to assist with whatever was going on, no hesitation in him.

 

[Thoja Arlos]

Location: The Omega (Lightside Hanger)en route to Reactor 2
Objective: Secure the Omega for destruction
Equipment: Wraith Class Stealth Armour MK2, Eclipse Assault Rifle, Obsidian Combat Knife, Oblivion Semi Automatic Pistol

The engineer gave him the information he needed with little persuasion. Thoja rewarded him by knocking him out instead of killing him, before making his way through The Omega. The corridors were long, and had various doors leading in and out of them. After walking to the end of the corridor, Thoja took the door on the left, which led towards the second reactor. That's when he heard the explosion, nearby but not quite close enough. Perhaps another team had managed to get into the Reactor room, it was a gamble he'd have to take. Thoja headed towards the noise, rifle at the ready.

[member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Arla Balor"] | [member="Nima Tann"]

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Reactor 2
Allies: Team Light Side, [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Thoja Arlos"], [member="Arla Balor"], [member="Cole Dagos"], [member="Funky Balor"], [member="HK-36"]
Objective: Breach Reactor Room, Sabotage Omega
DM: [member="Kith Verloren"] [member="Omega"]

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On a ruined wind to see our promise right in front of you​

Silver barbs to crash the heart those gates so irremovable

Here's my golden spear
Here's my cold despair

"Covering!" Arix yelled, his voice almost drowned out in the sea of blaster fire all around them.​

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Omega station was vast and impressive, but this far into its depths the passageways were not totally dissimilar to any other aboard an orbital facility, and the ruthless corridor to corridor fighting was cramped and utterly chaotic. The cyborg Padawan had edged slightly ahead of Dax Fyre on Zark's right flank, second lightsaber in hand, and was completely focused on screening the enemy fire from the two other Jedi and the Galactic Alliance special forces operatives behind them. For his own part, the Captain was deflecting blaster bolts with the saber in his right hand, but every few seconds he would have to shift focus slightly to line up a shot with the heavy blaster pistol in his left. Behind the three Jedi, the Alliance commandos were able to take their time with more precise fire, and as a team they moved much more slowly but inevitably ground up the semi-organized opposition the Rogue Sith had manage to assemble so far. Rounding a last corner, they reached the final station corridor apparently leading to one of the reactor rooms and, if Zark's feeling was right, the Sith.​

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And they were not alone. Their sudden and surprising arrival had incidentally outflanked the stormtroopers firing at the two strange saber wielders at opposite end of the corridor. Caught in the crossfire between Zark and his men and the ferocity with which the force sensitives dispatched their foes, it was not long before the Sith forces separating them were cut to pieces, but only a few seconds passed before more stormtroopers rounded the corner behind them, fresh reinforcements. Briefly, Zark wondered if he could trust these two women, but under such extreme circumstances they needed all the allies they could get, and before he had time for any doubts one of them sent out a massive Force push down the corridor directly past them, blasting most of the stormtroopers backwards, and the other turned towards the Captain, acknowledging them for the first time by warning him to hurry up before rushing out into the open and unleashing a torrent of flame with the Force before dropping to the ground and installing some sort of device in the passageway.​

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"You heard the lady!" Zark was shouting behind him even before the armored stranger had finished her pyrotechnic display, "Into the breach, let's move!"​

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The commandos all sprinted for the reactor doors. Zark, Arix, as well as a few soldiers provided covering fire for as long as they dared before following the redheaded charge setter. As they passed the threshold one of the rearguard commandos was hit in the back by a stormtrooper's blast, stumbling and falling. Zark turned to try and go back for him, but Arix pulled him back seconds before the charge went off, shoving them both into cover just in time. As the dust settled and the blaster fire finally came to a stop at least for the moment, Zark to his third officer's armored hand and rose to his feet. He tried to focus on steeling himself for the darkness within, but absurdly all he could think about was one more letter he would have to write to a mourning family if somehow he survived this. If any of them did. Looking around, he checked to make sure the Padawan, Dax had also made it through okay.​

 

[Darth Caecus]

​"As for the charges against me, I am unconcerned. ​

I am beyond their timid lying morality, ​

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and so I am beyond caring."​

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-Apocalypse Now​

The Omega​

​The Shadow Cuts​

Spoiler

[member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Thoja Arlos"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Zark"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Zonia Kalranoos"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Galen Adina"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Macharius Solaire"] [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Riven Black"] [member="Jaster Starfallen"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Raeya Papanoida"] [member="Karen Roberts"] @Maeriala Lavellan [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] @Lucien [member="RC-506 Lock"] [member="Jatt Cath"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Rhan Komo"] [member="Lyth Meran"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Nara Basaar"] [member="Werah Unon"] [member="Drogh"] [member="Cole Dagos"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Dean Letham"] [member="Funky Balor"] [member="Nima Tann"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Charlyra Araano"] [member="Doc"] [member="Vustia"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Wolf"] [member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Kierel"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Jude Falkrowe"][member="Nomar"]​[member="Khan Ra"] [member="Kimiko"] [member="Auron Song"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Darth Malleus"] [member="Echo Kora"] [member="Medru"] [member="Phar'ra"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Undin Jaii Kryze"] [member="Cabur Aranar"] [member="Damien Daemon"] [member="Korro Kenyu"] @Jericho @CT-47B [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Krenis Skirata"][member="Ordo"] @Omega

Central Control​

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The Mandalorian fire was answered in kind. Storm troopers trained their weapons on the interlopers- Crew hit the deck, covering their heads or running as the spirit took them. Darth Sicarii ducked casually behind one of the bridge crew, using the woman as a shield against the concentrated fire from @Ordo. The sheer mass of blaster bolts raining like hail in the Mandalorian's direction would be enough to make someone think twice about standing out in the open, guns blazing.

He shot a look at the crew members who were preparing the weapon to fire. With a nod in their direction, he signaled for a half dozen troopers to make their safety a number one priority.

The feeling of a fellow sith, [member="Matsu Xiangu"] however, caught his attention. They had entered from the side, opposite the mandalorian interlopers. He stepped down a level, chin tilting up slightly as he looked down on the woman. A stranger to him. An ally? Unlikely, this late in the game.

"I am styled Darth Sicarii," he said, his own saber likewise in his hand, but unlit. His tone said yes, yes you are honored to speak with me indeed. "And you do not belong here."

The Reactors​

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​Reactor 1 - With only one person attempting to reach Reactor 1, [member="Cole Dagos"] would have to be either very lucky or very clever to complete that mission alone. He was out numbered and outgunned. He needed back up if he was going to breech the Reactor room.

​Reactor 2 - The explosion down the hallway leading to the reactor caught Darth Moreth's attention. Her eyes shone as she turned away from the engineers. Molior had assured her that they would come, and look, poppets for days. She had been disappointed in her assignment at first, but it looked as though her promised fun had arrived. And they had not been subtle about it.

​"Continue your work," she spoke over her shoulder with a smirk. "Get the reactor over charged, and hurry."

​"What are you going to do?"

​Moreth turned back, her smirk turning in to a grin. She reached down, unhooking her lightsaber from her belt. With a snap hiss, the burnt orange blade sprang to life.

​"Distract them."

Stalking forward, she put distance between herself and the engineers. There was plenty of room to maneuver. The Sith could hear the interlopers heading up the hallway. ​She waited until the first person appeared through the door to the reactor room itself. Flinging her free hand out, she tilted her head back, smiling widely as she let a burst of force lightening fly without warning. Darth Morath never did anything in half measures.

​Reactor 3 - The strike of the Spirit's wing had damaged not only the hull in this location, but also many of the surface defenses. While there were still turbo laser batteries to contend with, only a handful had full firing capabilities in that area. [member="HK-36"] could fly in to the wound, taking minimal damage. But there was not a lot of space inside- it was, after all, not built for ships to land. He had several choices- if he continued with his desired action he could either crash the ship and avoid the reactor completely (but very likely make finding a different ship back down to the surface necessary), or risk hitting the reactor. Either option seemed dangerous. There was also a hangar not far from there he could enter, taking additional turbo laser fire. The option to fire the shuttle's weapons through the rift was also possible. But it would probably take more than one pass to destroy it from the outside.


The Heart of Darkness

Kith watched as chaos erupted on the ground level of the Heart. It was, of course, to be expected. But it was tiresome. A single, slender eyebrow arched up as [member="Daxton Bane"] roared his challenge from below. It was entirely meaningless to the Sith Lord- go down and fight him?

Why?

She had nothing to prove, and even less interest in engaging him for the simple lust of battle. Even alive, she had rarely engaged in a duel for the duel's own sake. What point was there in that? From twenty stories above, she flicked her hand, a familiar gesture to what crew could see her. After all, the sound of a beating heart was irritating, and when the heart beat ceased to offer her anything of use, she preferred it to be silenced. Normally, a non-force user would be unable to start a stopped heart (though occasionally they surprised her). Perhaps a sith such as he would find a way. She shrugged to herself, attention turning to more pressing matters.

After all, there were people coming to meet her, rather than demanding she meet them. Curious. There were Jedi, Sith, and some other flavor of force user she was not familiar with, arrayed against her. She almost smiled. They would never be able to function together- the Admiral had been wrong about so many things.

These creatures were not united. They simply all came at the same time.

As [member="Wolf"] [member="Samka Derith"] and their group started up the catwalks however, she frowned. This group at least worked in tandem. Irritating. She watched them fight in unison until they reached approximately the halfway point. Then, she reached out with the Force. She targeted the catwalk beneath their feet, crushing the metal. With a tearing motion, she separated one end of that catwalk from the others, intending to drop them all ten stories to their deaths....

 

[Vustia]

Vustia had been following the group she had tagged along with, not fully focused on fighting but more on the mutilated corpse she saw before. She was walking along the catwalk when she noticed something odd. The catwalk felt as if it was about to split.

Then It was ripped off, the catwalk had been disconnected, Vustia made a small screeching noise and then ran forward and jumped, the force aiding her she reached the end of the catwalk still attached to the rest and placed her hand out reaching to possibly save somebody else.

"Somebody, grab my hand! Just do it!"

[member="Wolf"] [member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Kierel"] [member="Doc"] [member="Nomar"] [member="CT-47B"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Samka Derith"]

 

[Nima Tann]

Reactor 2
[member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Zark"] [member="Thoja Arlos"]

It seemed like their plan worked, and the explosives were ready! So, after a big Force Push through the crowd increasing on them, she ran towards the door with Elpsis, and realized that they had another people with them. She felt the same as Elpsis and concluded that this man, that is probably their leader, would be a Jedi. Yet unlike Elpsis, she didn't "hate" the Jedi, since hate was a strong word. It was more like "disappointed", since Jedi lost their ways and nowadays they were hypocrites. Anyway, this man was at least here, and they had the same mission, which was enough for Nima, thus she nodded. So they would move on to the next room, now that they had little less to worry about getting surrounded. As they entered the room, they would hear the loud voices of machinery and electricity, it could hurt your ears if you stood long enough... The group was spotted as soon as they moved a step or two, which in result would bring them more Stormtroopers! These ones looked a bit different from the ones in hangar. They looked a bit stronger, but in video game rules, it was a very good thing. It meant they were close to their destination! Also, she could feel the darkness growing, as a creepy looking individual, appeared from the distance, and suddenly a big Force lightning heading for Elpsis's way. Before Nima could react though, she was surprised by the dozens of colorful lasers coming her way. They weren't friendly, needless to say.

Knowing Elpsis could handle it and since she didn't have a very good experience with lightning, she concentrated on the troopers, and applying the same tactics as before, she jumped towards them lightsaber ready to attack and landed on one of the troopers, killing him! It would be good if they got rid of the weaker ones first before hitting the boss. Her lightsaber almost moved by itself at this point, knowing where to hit and how to defend. Or did it feel like that because she was tired? Who knows! But they had to be quick about this, since she had a bad feeling. And when she had a bad feeling, usually bad stuff happened. She felt like the aura of this place was changing, maybe to the worse, she couldn't tell. But a change was obvious. There was no room for thinking, as she swung her lightsaber to the left, to the right, cutting through her enemies, wanting to progress. It seemed like an endless loop at this point, run, kill, kill more, explode, kill more... Kinda disturbing if you thought about it, as their life was revolving around destroying and killing things. But of course, they had no time to think about it, so the loop it was. Besides, being friendly often didn't solve anything and ended with loss. She was a Jedi once, believe me, she knew. There were more than she could deal with, besides, they still had a Sith to kill, so progress was going to wait. So she continued her attack, almost felt like her heart was about to explode from the speed she got.

She checked on Elpsis, her mind touching hers. "If you need help, I can throw a Stormtrooper at her." She said telephatically, and it was serious as it sounded. That would probably be a good distraction technique.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Reactor 2
[member="Nima Tann"], [member="Zark"], [member="Thoja Arlos"]
Engaging Darth Moreth


Lightning! Lightning everywhere! Well, not quite, but it was intense enough. Elpsis just happened to be the first person through the door and so she was on the receiving end of a burst of lightning. Luckily, she had precog. It was one of the gifts she'd inherited from her mother, [member="Coryth Elaris"]. Swiftly, her orange lightsabre was raised in a defensive stance, just a second or so before the electrical onslaught struck her. Elpsis angled her glowing blade to catch the forking arcs of pure, blazing hatred that clawed towards her.


Lightning coiled across her sabre like a snake. She was able to hold back some of the torrent of brilliant, blue-white-lightning, but not all of it. Her beskar armour was not insulated, so she shook under the assault, feeling searing pain spread across her body, causing burns.


The redhead grit her teeth at the pressure, refusing to yield, though her breathing and heartbeat intensified. Smoke coiled from her armour and her helmet's HUD went nuts, temporarily disorientating her when some of the lightning bolts got lucky and struck a vital system. The redhead tore the helmet off, exposing her scarred face and red hair, which seemed ablaze like a true firemane. Lightning slashed across her face, casting it in an eerie light. But even as she felt the strong burn, she was feeding on the heat.


The redhead was incandescent with fury, letting her pain fuel her. A small ball of fire formed in the palm of her free, scorched hand, increasing in with each moment that passed, then a powerful blast of white-hot flames was unleashed upon the Sith. She wanted to boil the Sith, to burn away her flesh and leave nothing but a charred corpse.

 

[Druchi]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8indbmwH3xs
Location: Big bad evil lair in the heart of darkness
Allies (?): [member="Wolf"] @Thresh Sken @Doc @Nomar @CT-47B @Daxton Bane @Samka Derith

Wolf had made perfectly clear Kierels position not to question to follow. She wasn't just a droid and she wasn't with her unit or her platoon and she certainly hadn't trusted the Knights. But they needed one another especially here at the end. She hadn't said another word. When the new stormtrooper sergeant had joined them. When the drunkawan had offered his ridiculous promise of flying them to the platform. As they approached the large entrance way the series of catwalks the number of soldiers. It was a death chamber, anyone trying to advance up would be shot from other walkways and sides. It'd restrict movement to easily controlled fire lanes. It was then as Wolf spoke she realised what he must have realised. It was the same as at the academy. The same strategy. Her heart began to pound again and she wiped the sweat away from her brow. It would be a hard tiring fight to the top. She could see in the distance the source of death. It emanated decay and like much else she had come to associate with the Sith. It told her she didn’t belong here. That this was a threat beyond anything she could comprehend. And yet Kierel was ready to at least try.

As instructed she stood near Samka, she had been angry at the girl earlier but now she understood her. She felt in a strange way protective over her perhaps the feeling was reciprocal or she was just a useful tool for now. They would see. The chamber was like the interior of a human heart, the cold metal walkways the sinews holding the ship together.

"Wait, no wait!"

She protested as the bald arrogant Sith advance and call out his challenge, ruining the chance of surprise they had. Her eyes lingered on him for but a moment. His face contorted into pain and anguish and before she could see the results of his challenge. They began advancing. Wolf in lead advancing and carving the soldiers ahead, Samka to her side protecting her from fire, Doc behind her and Vitusa behind that. She kept her rifle high and aimed trying to squeeze between the gaps of the lightsabers. Bolts thudded around them, the catwalk seemed to be alive with sparks and the smell of blaster explosions. She called out shots and advanced with the rest.

The railing to her side split from a bolt unblocked and part of the metal seared off into her side. She screamed out and dropped to her hands and knees. The rifle clattered in front of her. She clutched at her side there wasn't a lot of blood but it had piereced through a gap in the snowtrooper armour to the right of her chest piece just below the ribs and was burning hot even through the gloves. It must have sealed the wound mostly but all she could feel was the stream of tears and pain. If it had been a blaster bolt she would be dead and was quietly thankful it was only some flak debris. She grunted through the pain and reached for her blaster bringing herself up on one knee. The pain was still there throbbing and hot but it was abating to a greater need. The need to advance to keep going. She wasn't sure if she was hitting anything but between the searing sun of pain and having to keep moving. She couldn't just stop.

It would be easier to just lay down and die. No not like this not so close to the end. It wasn't a fatal injury or she wouldn't be able to keep going it just hurt a damn lot. Not that they had time to stop and fix the wound being so exposed as they were. And at least it wasn't bleeding. Gotta keep moving. She raised her rifle and fired into one of the Sith troopers on another balcony this time she saw the hit. That would be the fifth life she was sure she had personally taken today. The figure had grasped at its neck as the bolt had shattered straight through the neck protection and had tumbled off the other side of the above railing screaming down. It was simple her will to live and her situation had proved greater than the soldier she had just killed. That’s what they taught all stormtroopers that if you had the desire to live and you made everything in your situation about increasing those odds you would win to see tomorrow. She might have killed more than five but as is often the case in combat with so much adrenaline being flooded around the system so little makes sense. But she knew she had at least five kills now. She wasn't proud or sickened she only felt the desire to end this madness once and for all. And as any soldier she enjoyed combat the thrill of it knowing your life was in the balance. It was the greatest and most terrifying roller coaster in existence.

And at that moment the catwalk threw her against the railing. She shrieked as the pain in her side from the cauterised wound flared up. This was the Sith trying to remove her from this place. The sound of the metal just snapping to send them plummeting down she knew that it was the misstress of this evil place. The world tumbled she grasped a hand out and felt firmer hands clasp hers. Something else perhaps more of their party tumbled past her. Kierel Ortis looked up into the face of Vutisa She held her firmly and grasped tighter.

“Don’t dont let me go don’t let me go not now, don’t let me go!”

The pain in Kierels right body was screaming as she held on with both her hands. And began to lift, blaster fire began to envelop them. She felt herself pulled perhaps some otherworldly force lifting her back onto the catwalk.

"Thank's for the lift."


Her rifle had plummeted down but she reached for her pistol one hand on the grip the other clutching her side. The drug of war washing over her as her combat instincts kicked in. She fired down at some Sith troopers on the catwalk below who kept their heads down. She aimed at some coming from the left and hit one but he was getting back up. The small pistol not enough power to go through the armour and they raised their rifles towards her.

 

[Thoja Arlos]

Location: The Omega (Lightside Hanger)en route to Reactor 2
Objective: Secure the Omega for destruction
Equipment: Wraith Class Stealth Armour MK2, Eclipse Assault Rifle, Obsidian Combat Knife, Oblivion Semi Automatic Pistol

Thoja was running now, trying to get to the source of the explosion. He rounded the corner, and passed through a shattered wall opening, ending up behind two others, a redhead and a Twi-lek. Quite the combo, but now was not the time. The redhead was dealing with a Sith, while the Twi-lek was fighting off Stormtroopers. Arlos was still cloaked, but he knew that he could still be sensed through the force. But the stormstoopers couldn't see him, and he used that to his advantage. He fired his rifle, aiming for one the troopers that were trying to subdue the Twi-lek. The trooper dropped to the floor, blood leaking from his helmet.

[member="Nima Tann"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"]

 

[Kira Vaal]

Location: Omega
Current Objective: The Battle of Omega.
Allies: Fleets; all involved in trying to stop the station.
For Reference: [member="Omega"] [member="Irajah Ven"]

“We’ve got something.” The communication officer said from behind Charlwook as Kira continued to pull the twists and turns that was keeping the Falcon and them as the crew alive. “Not much but could be a weak point.”
“Put it up.” Kira ordered, a Sith Fighter had just cleared the top of the YT with a barrage of laser blasts, fortunately the deflector shields had held up and kept them unhurt but the ship had shaken enough for the pilot to have to readjust herself.
“On your screen General.” The Officer projected a image to the console in front of Kira, giving her time to scan it over. “The ANq picked up several key energy fluctuations at the points we’ve got indicated. Levels like that can only mean unshielded outputs.”
Kira sighed slightly. It was never that easy was it? “The weapon. Why does it have to be the gun.”
“Yep the weapon seems to have a series of energy couplings that charge the main shot, they’re tough by the ANq’s readings but with enough effort and firepower we should be able to cripple the gun.” The communicator continued to read through what they had found. “by should I mean 100 in a hundred chance but…”
“Best odds we’ve been given all day.” Kira said with a sour look, her shoulder was really starting to play on her now, the wound where the shrapnel had gone through her flesh was deepening in red stain. She would not however let that be the end of it all.
“Give the readouts to Bee.” A small BB unit rolled into the cockpit. “Have him take a deeper look into what we have maybe there is something smaller, less obvious…an exhaust port at the end of a trench or something like that?”

Inside the station the battle was becoming fast and furious. Outside Kira felt truly like she was making a difference though. Another Sith fighter had found itself prey to the Falcon’s thudding cannons, followed quickly by another one. She had managed to use a Sith Battlecruiser as cover from a squadron of interceptors by rolling over and under the exposed bridge, crippling explosions rolling across its surface as a Galactic Alliance ship tore it to pieces.
Omega itself was huge, it dominated so much of everything that Kira and the rest of the Falcon’s crew could see. It was like an imposing beast of death the continued to make itself known and to Kira who was trying to keep the darkened wound in the force from her mind it was becoming a presence that was almost too much to bare.

The Falcon rolled across the wreckage of a First Order Star Destroyer, pieces of the super structure creating enough hazard to keep Kira from doing anything too special as she pulled the YT up to face towards the weapon of Omega and begin the attack run.
From the station red lances began to fly towards her, the station clearly not concentrating on her as much as it was on the larger more threatening enemies which was understandable, after all what was a lone freighter compared to a three thousand long destroyer.
“Angle the deflector shields forward.” Kira ordered, receiving a grunt from Charlwook as his big paws adjusted the controls. “Tell the guns to keep centre and target those outputs, prep the protons as well.”
“Already done General.”
“Aye General.”
“Ma’am…” The tone it was one of worry and disbelief, utter terror in a soldier. “…The weapon we can’t go closer.”
“What?” Kira questioned risking a look backwards.
“The firing procedure, we can’t get through the shield. We’ll die.” Such a panic never overcome Kira as much as she suddenly had as the Falcon was forced into a high pull, the entire freighter shaking violently as the hull made contact with the first layers of energy outputs that were coming from where the Omega was charging.
“Frakk!” Warning alarms shot through the ship as its shields drained completely in an instant and several other systems all seemed to take copious amounts of EMP damage. “Hold together baby.”
Fire shot past them as the cannons of Omega truly began to concentrate on her as they fled. The engines of the Falcon continued to blast her through the fire, Kira’s handling forcing the YT to roll, weave and duck out of the lances coming from the station.
A solid thud rocked the entire ship as red lights began to flash indicating some form of fault.
Charlwook roared in distress.
“I know we got hit!” Kira rolled the Falcon. She tried to ignore the frantic beeping of Bee as he view screen came to rest on the Spirit of Druckenwell and it’s final attack against Omega. “Are you seeing this…”
Bee continued to wail as the Falcon sprinted past the impact point of the Druckenwell against Omega, a giant wound ripping through the stations infrastructure. It was in this moment that Kira felt it, the pull, the want and the lure.
“There…” She turned the Falcon sharply.
“What are you doing?”
“Ending this.”
“But surely we will all die!”
A Wookiee Roared.
“We’ll answer that after we’ve done it.”

The hole in the Omega wasn’t as large as it appeared, yet for Kira it would have to be as large as she would need it. The Falcon had done this before, centuries before or so the legend would tell and her piloting was infused with the Focus of the Force, guided by the invisible hand of destiny. There would barely be enough room for the Falcon, a quick nudge indicated the loss of the communication and scanner array against the infrastructure of the Omega’s reactor funnels. She turned the Falcon on its side to squeeze through an installation with just enough room to create sparks as it grazed the hull.
“Ma’am what ever happens…” The communication officer said through a sweaty brow. “May the Force be with you.”
“May it be with us.”
In front of the them the gap opened, a reactor, large and swollen in a state of overdrive met them. It was a plump yet dangerous target. With just enough room to move the YT around it with expert flying Kira released two proton torpedoes and felt the thud thud of the main guns. The shots, careened towards the Reactor and impacted hard.
She did not pause to see if they had done their job.
The Falcon and her crew had to get out, it was just a matter of coming back the same way…

DM Notes*
Post was meant to be up yesterday, instead it just sat on the clipboard...
Kira and crew pull off the attack against the initial weapon. A touch of Destiny (Yeah totally used that destiny point) tells her of the weakness in the Reactor 3. She gets to it and releases two protons and a splatter of shots at the reactor…doesn’t hang around to see the effect.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Aboard the Omega, Reactor 2
Affiliation: The New Republic and her allies
Nearby: [member="Zark"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Thoja Arlos"]

As the group proceeded down the corridor, bright red bolts of death screamed past Dax's body, some coming close enough that he could feel the heat radiating from them as they soared by. The golden blade of his saber hummed deeply, flaring as it collided with the incoming hail of death. On occasion Dax would take an the opportunity to adjust his vectors, allowing a bolt or two to deflect off the blade of his saber, sending it careening back towards the poor trooper who had fired it, or one of his equally unlucky friends.

Breaking through to another hallway Dax watched as the Knight, who he had now come to know as Zark unleash a Force push with enough strength to send a platoon of enemy troopers hurling backwards, away from what appeared to be two more Knights. The next moment everyone ran from the doors of Reactor 2, and in the next, a fiery explosion shook the halls of the Omega and the doors of the reactor room blew away. Hand balled into a fist in front of his mouth, coughing, Dax charged into the room after the armored woman who had just blown the reactor room wide open. No sooner had he cleared the smoke and dust did he see the woman intercept bolts of lightning, sourcing from another woman, the Sith. Dax charged forward, aiming to buy the rest of the group time to enter the reactor room. Slicing and cutting his way through the mob of troopers, Dax remembered the lessons of the Temple. There is no chaos, there is harmony. The hollow words rung in his head like graveyard bells. This was chaos.

 

[HK-36]

Location: Shuttles, crash landing at Reactor 3
Allies: [member="Cabur Aranar"]
Enemies: Omega troops
Objective: Don't get vaporized

[member="Kith Verloren"],

The droid was basically playing a game of chicken with a spacebase, and sure, he could just pitch up the shuttle get to the hangar and then come back to the reactor on foot, or he could start opening fire on the reactor, come back around do it again, then again, until finally the reactor would give. At least that's what an organic would do. But he wasn't some cowardly organic, he was HK-mother kharkin'-36, and he got things done.

He did however started to slow down as he was getting closer and closer to the rift within the ship, keeping on his course to zoom past the hail of few turbolaser batteries that were left still operating, using his calculations and tracking abilities to keep them flying.

It wasn't going to be a smooth landing, even with the reverse engines going overtime to get their velocity down, they were going too fast to simply set down, besides the droid lost their landing gear few seconds into their course.

"Make sure your armor is sealed and you are ready for the void of space, we will be landing through a hole in the ship's hull next to an unstable reactor."

He made the announcement to the passengers, eliciting a chorus of shocked gasps at their probably eminent deaths.

He wasn't aiming the shuttle right at the reactor but next to it, ramming the thing was too dangerous even for him, and besides, for once he didn't want to kill everyone on board. Still, there would come that moment when they would "land" the ship abruptly jerking to stop with a sick screaming of metal against metal, everything, and everyone not held down to their seats by the safety bars would fly off as the vessel stopped at once, wedging itself vertically within a hole in the reactor room's floor and between a couple of metal walls still standing. Even HK had to dig his own Phrik claws into the seat and the floor of the shuttle to make sure he wasn't thrown out through the cockpit's plexiglass screen when that jerk of them wedging themselves came.

"Get out! Everybody get out!"

He ordered through the comm unit as he opened the ramp leading out of the shuttle, the door raising and the metal steps extending as the shuttle lost its balance and tipped over, slamming down onto the floor upside-down, he turned off the seatbelt sign.

HK may have been a crappy pilot but if there was one thing he knew well, it was machinery. So with the shuttle "parked" next to the reactor he went on with the final phase of his plan, overloading the vessel into critical and blowing it up, using it as a huge makeshift detonation to trigger the reactor. He set the engines, they would start whirring as their power would build up and he launched himself out of his seat, using his inhumane speed to sprint through the shuttle, propelling himself with his claws through the gravity-less environment of the void.

He didn't knew how time he had before the shuttle would overload its energy source and blow, 5-10 minutes? Maybe less, maybe more, either way he had to try at least to get far away enough to escape, hopefully his passengers did too, including that weird Mando that was hitting on him, HK did give them few minutes head-start before he set the systems into over-loading.

Outside of the shuttle he would activate his jet systems, build into his backplate and boots, propelling himself through the void towards hallway that would lead deeper into the station, towards that Reactor 1, conveniently enough where some help was needed. Hopefully, if he was lucky, or had the Force on his side in this one, he would have enough time to escape the explosion, with streaks of flame from jet pack following him, and get out of there without getting vaporized.

 

[Kenrath]

The Omega
The Citadel Group
Reactor 1 Suicide Squad ( of 1 )

Allies: [member="Dean Letham"] [member="Funky Balor"] [member="Arla Balor"]

Enemy: [member="Kith Verloren"]

Cole peaked around the last corner and all of the color drained from his face. There were so many Troopers between him and the goal he couldn't actually see his goal. He moved back into his cover and survey his options. A Blaster pistol with barely a mag's worth of ammo left, a single grenade, and his sword. He hit is comm.

"Arla............Reactor 1 is no joy." "Too much resistance................"

He paused looking around. Cole doubted there would be enough time to wait for back up even if it did arrive..........plus no time to try and make it to one of the other reactors. "Cole could only hope taking down the other two would be enough to get the job done.

"................and no back up in sight." "I hope you got friends......gonna need emergency evac..............if I live."

Cole took a breath looking at the grenade for a moment before he sighed activated it and through it around the corner among the enemy at the gate. Cole paused letting the grenade blow before he drew his sword and took a deep breath.

"Well here goes nothing."

Cole darted around the corner firing at the remaining defenders the grenade didn't wound or kill. Once he was out of ammo he simply dropped it and start swinging his sword. Cole hacked and slashed as hard and as fast as his body would let him trying his best to avoid blaster fire, blades, and punches coming back at him. Cole fought like a wounded animal...................it being close enough to true.

 

[Matsu Ike]

[member="Kith Verloren"]

Matsu was moving and she could see the ones like [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] who were moving out themselves. Heading iinto the heart there was even more there when the jedi master paused and focused seeing the heart of it all. She could feel it in the force and in her very bones almost before she was rushing to stop it and put up some of the defenses others could use before her mind was focused reaching out to feel the area around herself and start causing problems. Small manipulations that the jedi master was pushing to get through like they had been doing with the slave collars to get them off. She had other information and feedback coming from what men and teams there had been in other places. The probes and drones the jedi master had put out across the omega to get her information for what she would be able to alter and start breaking to try and prevent the systems from firing off or being used.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Central Control
ALLIES: [member="Jude Falkrowe"]
ENEMIES: Darth Sicarii | Rogue Sith & Troopers

His voice was sharp like mountain peaks - the kind that towered over geysers hiding lava, not the sort frozen in year-round snow. Disaster threatened beneath the surface of his tone, calm and haughty as he looked down his slightly hooked nose at the Sith Lady moving to meet him in the middle.

His power was a siren’s call.

Matsu had her collections like any other being, but there was nothing she liked more than ripping life from another creature to keep for her own. Of course there was nothing so concrete and she was under no delusion that taking life added to her own. It simply felt religious. The Omega didn’t matter to her - its secrets were flawed, a catalyst for yet another weapon ruled by yet another faction to destroy yet another planet. History repeated itself over and over - who cared? She had her whims and they were all that mattered.

“And I am Darth Yaomo,” she offered, climbing a step slowly. As she did she crossed her arm over her body and bent at the waist in mock bow, just long enough for her to twist her fingers in the incantation for a Sith spell without making her move obvious. Behind the Darth the bodies of troopers and Mandalorians that had fallen in the first wave started rising from the ground, guts falling out of wounds, blood pouring out of ruined mouths as their sacrifice found second purpose. “And it could be argued that neither of us should be here, but let us settle it in the only way that matters.”

Her lightsaber snapped to life as her Undead started sprinting towards Sicarii. She leapt from her place below him, hoping to at least reach equal ground if not end him quickly with a slash through the middle. Staying close to him would also help her avoid stray Trooper shots - she doubted any of them wanted to be the man that accidentally shot their Master, and they weren't known for their aim, were they? It would be highly anticlimactic to kill him so easily. But since that was unlikely she hoped her Dead would fulfill their purpose, splitting the Sith Lord’s attention - counter Matsu and allow the Dead a chance at his flesh and turning him to some pathetic remnant of himself? Or dispatch them first and give Matsu a chance to hit him?

That idea that he could be powerful enough to manage both at once excited her.

 

[Atlas Kane]

Location: Omega, Reactor 3 -> Reactor 1
Allies: The Metal-Machine! [member="HK-36"]
Enemies: Pretty much everyone and everything at this point
Objectives: Help with the destruction, somehow.

Spoiler

Sorry about missing the last post, was a bit preoccupied with other things!

The Mandalorian opened his eyes. He had somehow gotten on board the ship that the Metal-Machine had pointed out. He wasn't quite sure what had happened in the last few minutes, but he did know he had a weird desire to convert to a new religion for some reason. He wasn't exactly sure which one, only that it had something to do with steel and efficiency.

Then he realised the situation. He was on board the shuttle, being flown towards the Omega, with multiple passengers that he didn't know, some of them his enemies, some of them just random people he had never seen before. It was weird. He didn't remember ever getting into the shuttle. The last thing he remembered was shouting for the Metal-Machine to lead the way, then nothing, then this. Had something hit him in the head? It was hurting quite a bit all of a sudden.

Then the shuttle shook again and the Valkyri passed out once more as his head hit the back of his seat at an incredible speed. Usually a helmet would protect from something like this, however Cabur's armour was not the highest quality armour, as he didn't have the funds necessary to purchase the fanciest new and shiny armour. So his helmet didn't have any padding.

Then he woke up again, just as the Metal-Machine started talking again. Wait what?!? Landing through a hole in the ship next to an unstable reactor?!? Had the Metal-Machine gone mad? Cabur was sure this would be the day he died now. There was no way that their ship would survive a landing like this. He had to get out somehow, lucky for him, his armour was not so cheap that it didn't have vacuum sealing. So he would at least be able to survive once the doors opened or the hull was breached.

Then they entered the Omega, the ship scraped a few things here and there, nothing much, but then the it came to a sudden and rough stop. Luckily, the Cabur that had acted during the time he could not remember was wise enough to strap himself in, meaning he wouldn't die due to being thrown around in the ship like some kind of bouncy ball. What an embarrassing death that would have been. However, then the Metal-Machine started talking again, this time about blowing up the ship and needing to get out. And after Cabur saw the droid zip past him at a high speed, he quickly unbuckled his seat-belt and climbed out of the ship as well. He took a look around.

Unstable reactor, check, dead soldiers floating in space, check, molten ship parts, check, a dark presence that made him shudder, check, fire and brimstone down the halls, check. Hm, he had always imagined hell to be somewhere different, not on a space station.

He caught a glimpse of the Metal-Machine flying off towards one of the corridors further up and, considering he was the only semi-friendly sentient being he had encountered thus far, he used his jetpack to fly up, trying to keep up with him. Once he caught up, he ran alongside the Metal-Machine.

"Hey, do you know why I suddenly feel like converting to a religion about steel and efficiency? I kind of passed out in the shuttle and woke up feeling like this."

Hopefully the Metal-Machine wouldn't mind a bit of small talk on their way towards the Reactor. Cabur never liked running in silence.

 

[Doc]

Location: Big bad evil lair in the heart of darkness
Allies: [member="Wolf"] [member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Nomar"] [member="CT-47B"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Samka Derith"]

Doc felt the sudden movement and heard the screech just before the cat came apart he made a diving leap for wolf and hoped the knight would catch him, and he had jumped far enough with added weight of his medic trooper armor and the medical backpack he wore. He felt a mix of fear and thrill he leapt he called out “WolF!!”

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Reactor 2
Allies: Team Light Side, [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Thoja Arlos"], [member="Arla Balor"], [member="Cole Dagos"], [member="Funky Balor"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Cabur Aranar"]
Objective: Secure Reactor 2, Duel of Fates
DM: [member="Kith Verloren"] [member="Omega"]

So I will stand here with my shoulders square and tall,​

when the train whistle blows, not falter,
but when the crash comes I will fall.
With so much steam and steel behind it,
I won't slow it down at all.

If Captain Pulsar and his man had expected time to breathe between firefights, they would have to hold out their hope for a while longer yet. Barely enough time had passed to make sure everyone else had made it through before the pyrotechnically inclined Force wielder's advance was interrupted by a wave of Force lightning. So they had found the Sith Lord at last, for this close Zark could feel the power in the Force radiating off of her like heat. For a moment, he was no longer on Omega Station at all, but deep in the heart of the Sith Temple on that remote jungle moon, slamming his fists futilely against the stone slab the ancient defenses had raised between his Padawan and the Sith Apprentice that had murdered their crew. Now fully encased in a highly advanced cybernetic life support bodysuit, Arix would bear the scars of that encounter for the rest of his life. This time, the Jedi Knight vowed not to let that happen, no matter what.​

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"Help Dax!" Zark said, grabbing the cyborg's arm as the young man moved towards the Sith.​

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Arix hesitated, but one look into his master's eyes told him that the Captain would brook no argument on the matter, and there was not enough time regardless. With a gesture of his robotic hand, Arix ordered the commandos to follow him, and they moved forward to begin providing support fire for Dax, Arix, and the twi'lek saber wielder. Soon after they were joined by a zabrak Marshal the young Padawan thought he recognized from the strip mines below on Castameer, somehow the battlefield commander had made it past their impromptu chokepoint. Zark, however, had not noticed the new addition at all, having followed right behind armored human saber wielder as she charged in. The woman let off another, even stronger blast of fire than the one he had seen in the hallway, the expression of pure rage on her face at least putting the question of whether his impromptu allies were Jedi or not to rest. Using the last reserves of his already nearly exhausted mental techniques, he raised his left hand, the blaster holstered in preparation for facing a powerful Sith, and attempted to hold Darth Moreth in place momentarily with Force stasis, hopefully ensuring the blast of white hot fire would strike its target.​

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As soon as the flames hit, the Knight had to let go with the Force, already overtaxed from the day's events. Blinded by the impact, Zark charged in as soon as the flames died down, saber at the ready to at best, finish the job. At worst, maybe he could distract the Sith in melee before she killed him long enough for the others to take her down.​