Apocalypse Now​ (DM story)

[Wolf]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFnij0T4FKA​

Objective: Survive
Around: [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Thresh Sken"] | [member="Kierel"] | [member="Doc"]

He walked through halls of obsidian, and saw a black-clad figure sitting enthroned at the end of it, whose face was shrouded in shadow. He approached cautiously, and once close enough he dropped to one knee in reverence. He dared not look directly up into the eyes of the figure before him, his heart was struck with fear. The figure stood from his throne, beckoning to him as he moved the throne to reveal a passageway. The young man followed to find a great balcony beyond the passageway, one that looked out upon a great black expanse below, dotted with tiny specks of light.

"What do you see?"

The young man strained his eyes, "I see stars. All the star systems of the galaxy."

"No. What do you see?"

The young man was puzzled for a few moments, then rather than looking out over the black expanse with his naked eyes, he closed them. Reaching out with the Force, he was struck by the cries of agony of millions of people, the wartorn worlds, the pain and anguish that engulfed entire star systems. The scourge of crime, the anarchy of liberty, the horrors of war. So much suffering. So much disorder. From the worlds of the Galactic Alliance to those of the Silver Jedi and beyond, he could see only the pain and burden of democracy and the injustices and corruption that were carried out against the people. The young man opened his mouth to speak. "I see suffering," he paused, his eyes narrowing as he identified the root, "I see disorder. I see the shackles of the weak leadership of democracy, I see the strong ruled by the weak, I see bureaucrats that grow fat on the pursestrings of the poor and the bribes of criminals. I see broken communities, broken by lofty ideals that only cause more pain and suffering. I see chaos, discord, death."

"You have done well, to have slain the great fiend that threatened life's very existence," the figure paused as he continued to look out over the great expanse, "but your work has only just begun. These cries of suffering you hear from these star systems, they are in need of you now. Their corrupt systems of governance and criminal underworlds must be struck down, and law and order returned to the galaxy through the blessing of an iron rod. Remember these voices crying out in the dark. Never forget them." The figure turned his head now to look at him, his face remaining in shadow. "If the idealists of the galaxy, the Jedi, the Alliance, wish to sleep easy at night, with a clean conscience, then let them. But you, o young man, will you carry the burden they are unwilling to bear? Will you commit the deeds necessary to truly establish peace and order for mankind?"

"I will."

Wolf awoke crying out in pain, spluttering out blood as his chest heaved with agony, his collapsed lungs stirring within him. His vision was blurred, but he could make out the outline of someone. His mind tried to piece together what was happening, and soon enough the searing pain coursing through his entire body was enough to remind him where he was. Who was it that knelt over him? The Sith, from earlier? [member="Daxton Bane"] had applied some kind of paste to him and the healing power of the Force, and Wolf growled though gritted teeth as he felt the sinews of his flesh painfully weave back together. He gasped as he felt his collapsed lungs correct themselves, expelling the build up of air and healing any punctures.

Wolf would find that the more life-threatening conditions he bore were dissipating as he writhed in agony under the Sith's healing abilities. He no longer felt as though he was suffocating, though his breaths were still harsh and laboured. The severity of the internal bleeding from his shattered ribs had been reduced, and it seemed as though some of the bones were beginning to move back into place. They stopped short of fully fusing back together though, the Knight of Ren was still unable to move, and he felt only pain course through his body. He was severely broken, and simple healing through the Force would not be able to reverse all of the damage so quickly. But it saved the young man from the brink of death, and gave him hope of recovery.

He did not understand why the Sith was helping him, but it was appreciated nonetheless. They had fought alongside each other after all, here at what could have been the end of the galaxy, and that was something. The pain exploded again through his body as he felt himself being lifted up in the Sith's arms. His head turned to look upon the corpse of Darth Molior one final time. He glanced upwards at the top platform, sitting high up in the room. Had he really jumped that far down? His memories were a haze as he tried to think straight while his body raged with pain. The Omega station shook around them, the corridors bathed in flashing red. Wolf's hands still clutched tightly onto the Dark Lady's lightsabers at his chest. His eyes closed, and opened again to find that he had been brought into a shuttle and settled down on the ground. He looked to see Daxton Bane sitting in the cockpit, flying them out of the crashing space station. His eyelids grew heavy, as he returned to the numb relief of unconsciousness.

 

[Arla Ordo]

Location: Trying to move up the Corridor
Allies -
[member="HK-36"]


It was interesting how everyone just left her there after she had blown the reactor, guess it was true that no one trusted a mandalorian. And Jedi at that. HA Force users it was know they couldn't be trusted and that whole thing about doing good things, well seemed that only if it benefitted them was mercy shown. Eh, she had been on her own most of her life this wasn't any different, but feth, you know you help destroy a menace to the galaxy you'd hope that someone would at least make sure you got off the thing before it blew up.

Arla stopped to laugh ok she needed that laugh at least Cole was not alone and it looked like he would be getting off the Omega, " Well Iron Knight I won't tell if you won't tell, thank you keep him safe" She'd have to look this Iron Knight guy up she closed the comm.

A bit of relief that what he had just given her she moved up the corridor now a bit faster hopefully [member="Briika Tor"] would be on hand when she got back or her buir Rianna to fix her leg up and hopefully it was nothing. Course there were more seriously wounded then herself, there were the dead. The maimed. Yeah she was lucky.

She limped up to the opening where she and Cole had split ways to cover more ground there were ships, she didn't care which one she just wanted off. She wandered over and slid into the first one she could find and bid the Omega goodbye and good night.

 

[Ria Misrani]

The hangar was swarming now, Symara groaned and grunted her way through the enemy. Blood and bodies littered parts of the hangar and the dropship was holding steady, her guns were silent as they waited, but waiting was going to kill them all. Omega's walls grated, and grinded the sound of death no longer loomed but promised to drop upon them all. With one hand holding the lightsaber and the other the bolter, she continued to speak, "reactor?" She asked absent-mindedly taking a step toward the hangar door where it led to a corridor. The purple lightsaber's glow glinted off the walls, she walked a step or two further, "c'mon we have to go, now!" She shouted using the lightsaber to cut down any Sith who attempted to flee.

"Symara!" Lavali shouted over comms, "we have to go this hangar isn't going to hold forever!"

"Elpsis, focus on my voice I've got the Acolyte's lightsaber..." She looked over her shoulder and began the run toward the dropship, "baby c'mon, c'mon where are you?" She said mostly to herself not realizing her comms were still her body between the corridor and the drop ship. Bolter fire toward more sith troopers. "Droid," she addressed him not knowing his name, "if you can get them here a little faster - that'd be terrific." Another whirl of the lightsaber smacking across Sith, "seriously how do you people hold these things, I need both hands just to hold this little one."

[member="HK-36"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Nima Tann"]​

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="HK-36"], [member="Nima Tann"], [member="Symara Tarriq"]


The hangar was being swarmed by all sorts of people who wanted to get off the sinking ship before it went boom. Bodies upon bodies lay strewn across the floor. As for Elpsis, the redhead stumbled over a couple of the aforementioned corpses and fell on top of them. Ouch.


That was most embarrassing. The only thing saving her dignity was the fact that, unlike a certain Fett, she did not bump her head against a ship. She could not see the sabre, but she could hear Symara's voice and feel her presence by tracing her emotions via empathy.


Moreover, she could hear the sound of battle, which abused her ears a good deal. As she dashed towards the sensation, a fireball leapt from her hands to roast some Sith who got in the way. Fortunately, she did not really need to aim. "Mara, you there?" she asked, amidst all the noise generated by the ruckus in the hangar. Her tone sounded very uncertain. "You're in front of me, right? I can feel. You're a sight for sore eyes," she joked rather morbidly. The beskar-clad, blinded girl happened to fall into the black woman's arms.

 

[Ria Misrani]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3e9POPT06Y[/media]​

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Thankfully for both Mara and her writer, she needn't worry too much longer. She could see Elaris, and the others as they came through the hangar. Wincing when Elaris fell and then remarkably - dodged the fireball. Not skipping a beat, Symara pulled the young redhead up to her feet and into a kiss. She used Charlyra's lightsabre to block an incoming bolt and then turned over to shot off her bolter. Sheating the lightsaber, "alright c'mon red." One, two and up, Symara swept Elaris up into her arms in a bridal carry. She looked beneath at her feet and gave a glance over her shoulder. "Feth."

"It's alright baby, I got you, I got you," Symara held Elpsis close, and watched as the drop ship got a little further away.

"C'MON!" Lavali shouted as she got back on the guns, "we have to leave, NOW!"

Symara took a few steps back, she wasn't a religious person by any means but right now, she was definitely praying to every single deity in the damn galaxy. Gritting her teeth together she shifted Elpsis into a fireman carry, "hang on to me, hang on tight, okay? I'm not gonna let go I promise." One, breathe, two, breathe, three - go. Symara took off her boots crushing anything that was in her way. Lavali keeping as much pressure off of Symara as possible, and here it was the leap of faith. Her boots left the duraplating of the hangar and were now gliding through the air. Hurling her body forward into a spin, arms went around Elpsis tightly. Symara's body took the brunt of the hit as they slid right up against the wall of the dropship. "Okay that wasn't pretty but we're good, you still with me red?"

"LET'S GO!" Lavali shouted to the others to rush them into the drop ship.

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[member="HK-36"] | [member="Nima Tann"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"]​

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: First Order Hangar
Objective: Flee.
Allies: @First Order, [member="Jude Falkrowe"]

The Sith Knight High Colonel heard what was going on. Alerts were coming from the fleet. They had to get out of there, the OMEGA was descending to the planet.

It was going to crash!

"Get off the ship," he rasped into the commlink in his ear.

And just like that, the stormtroopers that had arrived with A'sharad were slowly pulling back to the shuttles that had brought them to the OMEGA. Their weapons were packed up. Those in the front, covered by those immediately behind them, and they went from defensive line to defensive line until it was a steady stream of white heading to the gray and black Imperial shuttles. Naturally, they kept up the shooting of Rogue Sith and those that didn't identify with the Imperials.

Sure, others were evacuating every one, Mandalorians, Galactic Alliance, and First Order at the same time.

But A'sharad didn't.

If any came, they'd be gunned down like the rest.

There was a single reply over the line. Someone was coming from the maintenance doors. In... Enemy garments.

May as well just kill them. No one will know.

The golden lightsabre cleaved through another sentient. This one wasn't a soldier, just another fleeing soul. They needn't flee any longer. Through the waves of people, he made it to the maintenance door, and waited until he spotted the sole person coming down the hall. The last shuttles were leaving, there was only one left. A'sharad could only wait for so long, and if needed, he would've gone down the hallway himself to fetch the Agent and carry him to the last shuttle as it ferried them out of the OMEGA and back to the First Order Fleet.

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Omega, Hanger Bay
Affiliation: The New Republic and her allies
Objective: Escape
Nearby: [member="Zark"], [member="Thoja Arlos"]
DM: [member="Kith Verloren"], [member="Omega"]

Dax was sick of them all. Blast them all. They would die here, but he'd be damned if he let them take him with him. The commandoes had already taken offensive positions, firing into the maelstrom of enemies, each shouting to the other. Zark was leaning against a barricade of some sort, firing around the corner, only partly lucid, as the Marshal fired over the top. The cybernetic Padawan stood beside Dax deflecting blaster bolts, the two creating a colorful but deadly display. Rage surged through the young man's veins, the rage turning to pure energy, coursing through his arms, the air around him suddenly alive with electricity. Throwing his arms forward Dax roared with all the power of the Dark, Lightning shooting from his finger tips, sparking against the armor of enemy troops, jumping to the next and the next, leaving each writhing on the floor. It felt exhilirating, this power. Releasig his connection to the men, their bodies fell still, their armor smoking.

Panting Dax's released the tension in his muscles. Silently he vaulted over the railing and entered the drop ship, priming the engines.

 

[Claire Ouron]

[member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Vustia"]

Claire wasn't sure what to think about letting the sith come with them but she wasn't about to argue about it here. Claire followed Matsu to the ship.

(OCC: Sorry for the lazy post, I just got back from work and I am tired)

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Central Control --> Floating in space
ALLIES: [member="Jude Falkrowe"] (bye!)
ENEMIES: None.

The spell the Sith on the station seemed to have been holding over their minions was breaking, flunkies scattering to the four winds to escape the crumbling remains of yet another failed superweapon. They all made it a point to stay out of the little Atrisian’s way; despite her delicate appearance she must have looked a horror, covered in blood, black hair sticking to the sweat on her brow, sparks shooting out the ruin of her arm as the other hand held a lightsaber humming loudly in the chaos. There was no one there to attack but she was on edge, prepared for another foe despite the obviousness of the rogue Sith’s failure.

And then she was off, tracing her way to somewhere. Anywhere. Without Jay she had no map of the facility but that hardly mattered. Before they’d needed a destination and now all she needed was ‘out’. The high of killing Sicarii would sustain her until she reached the surface but already she could feel the clutches of agony poisoning her from what was left of her shoulder. She could hardly think for the klaxons, blinking blood out of her eyes as the whirling of emergency lights made the hallway a mess of manic colors. She followed the swell of troopers giving up the fight, stalking prey that in its urgency to survive didn’t even notice her as they rushed for a hangar.

When she entered the hangar the view out of its port nearly took her breath away. She could hardly see the white expanse of Castameer below (far closer than it should have been) for the wall of smoke and fire that burned Omega as it fell at catastrophic speed through atmosphere. It was like standing right up against the eye-wall of a storm, a vicious roar of screaming wind filling the hangar and rattling whatever ships remained.

The troopers that had entered before her had already gotten past the primal fear conjured by the scene outside, rushing for the sole remaining transport.

One more ship.

The thought of dying on Omega as it crashed in to Castameer’s surface was interesting to imagine (a breath held in the moment before impact, whatever seconds of destruction she got witness before she was whittled to dust by a sudden cessation of motion, some crushed metal pinching her to nothingness), but ultimately unappealing and so she knew what she must do.

Her ability to control minds was nearly exhausted for the time being, tired after so much use and so much space shared with Jay. Another time she might simply have instructed every single man and woman attempting to commandeer the ship to walk away, or perhaps to walk out of the hangar in to the storm of fire outside. But instead it would require her to remove them more physically. Another flutter of her fingers in a sith spell and inky tendrils of pure dark side sorcery were crawling up from within the floor. They wrapped themselves around the nearest trooper’s legs, sending those around him in a frenetic chaos when his limbs dissolved as if he’d been dipped in acid at the tendril’s touch. The distraction was sufficient enough for her to draw closer and by the time she was upon them enough had fallen to her sorcery to make them easy pickings, even with her non-dominant arm wielding her weapon.

One cut of her saber, two, three - now the taking of life was perfunctory, necessary for her own survival. If they were too weak to repel her they deserved to die on the Omega. She was a force of nature, even as she closed her saber and grabbed the last trooper when the floor tilted violently beneath them and sent them both careening towards the far wall. She slammed against it shoulder first, blacking out for a second with the pain. The sheered metal bent downwards, pinching against circuitry and artificial nerve endings sending messages her mind had no words for. It was unnatural and as she processed it she didn’t even realize her claws were digging in to the trooper’s helmet like some horrible conscious stress ball. She left him there like an apple too long in the sun, rotten and gory.

The floor was severely canted then, making it hard for her to reach the ship which threatened to give in to gravity and slide the way she and the trooper had. Scrambling as best she could, she worked through the pounding in her head to reach its relative safety. She could hardly breathe by the time her remaining hand wrapped around the lip of the walkway, dragging herself up its cool metal relief until she was within the darkness of the cabin. It took all she had left to pull up in to the pilot’s seat, pulling switches with no finesse as long as it got her flying.

When the drop ship finally rotated and shot out of the hangar, it rattled and whooshed through the chaos outside. For a moment Matsu nearly thought she was going down despite her best efforts, the smaller ship slamming against Omega’s hull in the blowback of its crash course. But somehow it remained intact and as she pulled away she slowed, taking in the soon-to-be wreck of the Omega roaring towards Castameer’s surface. Shrapnel and debris floated around it in great, shining pieces, smoke and fire reaching up in to space in the slow, soundless manner of space. Smaller ships flew around its bulk as if ensuring it had no way to come back to life, flies buzzing around a downed predator. The lights flickered on its hull as it sputtered at them. It was beautiful and devastating.

Suddenly she was so very tired. Watching the Omega die, she only hoped that Jay Sort Of had found his way to safety.

 

[Lark]

Objective: Getting out of the Omega
Nearby: No clue, same people from before I guess

Lark knew that when he stepped onto the Omega with Thoja, which seemed like ages ago, this would likely be the end result. The Omega crashing towards the ground, the power that it held erased from the galaxy. It was a tad disappointing, but perhaps it was necessary. Lark's sudden, fleeting desire to destroy Castameer had opened his eyes. He had almost seemed eager to do it. That was until the Jedi destroyed the crystals, killing any ideas Lark had of destroying Castameer.

Lark and the others quickly descended to the ground level. The man that had killed Molior had already been carried off by some other man, hopefully he could find a way out as well. Perhaps he'd convince some of the others to let him tag along, or maybe he'd have to find a shuttle and escape on his own. Or maybe he'd die, burn alive in the crashing fiery ball of death.

As he hurried from the Heart of Darkness, he hesitated beside the broken body of Darth Molior. He wished he had a chance to speak with her. They were not similar, but for some reason Lark thought that, had he more experience and knowledge of the Force, perhaps they could have understood each other.

Or perhaps she was simply a cold, heartless zombie, hellbent on destroying life. Not that Lark was entirely different.

Perhaps if the other man had not destroyed the crystals, I could have helped you accomplish your mission, at least a small fraction of it. Lark let out a kind smile to the body of Molior. And yet you couldn't complete your mission, Molior. You failed. But it cannot be said your death was meaningless. I've felt your power. Seen it, even. And now that I've had a taste, I want the rest of the meal. Thank you, for helping me realize the next step I must take in my story.

Lark needed to learn to master the Force in the way that Molior, and even the ones that fought her had. He bid farewell to Molior, and walked out of the Heart of Darkness, hands held behind his back. He'd find a ship and escape, and then find someone capable of training him in the Force. He didn't care what it took.

In this mission, Lark would not fail.

 

[Matsu Ike]

[member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Vustia"]

Matsu looked at her padawan and she was proud of the girl, Claire was talented and skilled but more then that well she was looking fairly good in the department of staying alive in a dangerous and tough situation... That was always a plus in the jedi masters book when it came to the important things like judging their skills. "Claire you have done well, now lets get to the ship and get out of here." She was mostly looking at what was around them and spending the time here the ship was moving thanks to the droids and her biot crew that roamed around. Matsu had all of them working hard before they were geting out and clear to find their own place to recoup and decompress after the intense chase and everything. Matsu was looking at some fo the things when she came up and going forward into the command center of the ship. They had everything set up around her ship organized and she could see the remains and ship crashing in. Her senses reaching out to look for others when she felt something familiar [member="Matsu Xiangu"] there... somewhere as she was searching from the screen. Different from their first time meeting on Tatooine but well if she could help her despite the woman being sith and evil... this was something that should be done. To only show jedi mercy to her as she sent a message outwards to probe if she needed them to pick her up.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: Heart of Darkness
Nearby: [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Objective: Center of Omega
[member="Kith Verloren"] | [member=Omega]

Those who used the Dark Side were making their escapes, under their own power or otherwise. Below, the challenger had done something to the man who'd dragged the Sith Lady over the edge. Either it was a cruel manipulation of body parts, or things were actually being healed inordinately quickly. At this point it didn't much matter though, what was done was done. The challenger picked the other man up and headed out.

On the same level as the Sephi, the woman who'd fallen was back up, if seeming somewhat sluggish mentally. Hardly a surprise after the hit she'd taken. She let herself be led off by a stormtrooper without a helmet. He thought he remembered her as part of the group that had advanced through the catwalks, but couldn't be sure. He'd been occupied at the time. However, she wasn't trying to kill him or prevent him from leaving, she was trying to leave and keep her friends with her.

Off to one side was the older Jedi. The Force still flowed through him, and given how quickly he'd ascended it would no doubt be simple for him to descend. Or maybe he'd manage to find another way out. In a forest or jungle that would be no problem for the elfin Master, but this was a maze of metal. Not his element. As the shaking started, the grip of gravity taking hold of the massive vessel, he nodded to the other Jedi. They'd meet again, no doubt. But for now, it was time to leave.

Maybe it was a good thing they'd left the gravity on.

Dropping twenty stories would have been doable but unpleasant, so he did so in pieces. Multiple leaps, each one controlled and taking him down a few stories at a time, from catwalk to catwalk. He doubled the last drop and converted vertical motion into horizontal with a roll. A tendril of telekinetic power slapped the control for the door the two had entered through and opened it, and the blond ran back to the hangar at full speed. There was one ship just taking off, several others loading with soldiers and otherwise, but it was the glimpse of the planet that caught his eye. It was far larger than it should have been, and fire and smoke were whipping past the opening. But fire and smoke meant atmosphere...they were heading at the planet. The impact would surely destroy both. Hopefully the slaves below had been evacuated, that was one of the goals of the coalition that he hadn't really paid much attention to.

The ship he boarded turned out to be a simple shuttle, very similar to the one he'd taken up to the massive weapon. It lifted off and slipped out of the hangar, nearly tumbling out of control with the elemental forces in play. As the pilot regained control, the transport headed out of the atmosphere and to the safety of the fleets and space. Away from the planet. Most of those on board were too tired to care about anything, so it didn't take much to get an angle on one of the small viewports. The Jedi would watch the massive construct and the planet Castameer destroy each other, the image of such a cataclysmic collision one he'd take with him to his grave.

Exeunt

 

[Thoja Arlos]

Location: Lightside Hanger
Objective: Secure the Omega for destruction
Equipment: Wraith Class Stealth Armour MK2, Eclipse Assault Rifle, Obsidian Combat Knife, Oblivion Semi Automatic Pistol

Thoja fired at the stormstroopers as lightning from Dax boiled them in their suits. They had to get out, before The Omega crashed wholeheartedly into Castameer. Thoja would usher Zark to the railing, following the force user to the shuttle. Upon reaching it, he'd go to the cockpit.

"You know how to fly this thing?" He'd ask, before remembering something quite important. [member="Lark"] was missing. Thoja removed the comlink from his belt, activating it.

"Lark, where the hell are you? This thing's gonna be nothing but dust soon."

[member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Zark"]

 

[HK-36]

Location: Hallways near the Hangars
Allies: [member="Cabur Aranar"], [member="Cole Dagos"], [member="Symara Tarriq"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Nima Tann"]
Enemies: Omega troops
Objective: Save everyone, get to the dropships, get the glory

"Well... uhh, Mr. Droid. I would appreciate if you went first and covered us in case some enemy is still around. As you can see we are a bit occupied at the moment."

"Oh, do not even try to make it seem like this was your idea all along."

Nima just couldn't win with the droid, the machine moved down the corridor, cradling Cole in his arms like the baby he was,

"You are the worst at being rescued."

HK sounded out as they started moving quickly through the ruined corridors, and why did she called him Mr. Droid?

That computed as awkward,

The machine calculated in his mind.

A metal beam would collapse with a screech of metal and a rain of sparks just as they were going to walk underneath it, HK extended his arm, his hand absorbing the impact of ruined steel as the armored plates of his body shifted to counteract the weight of it, still holding Cole against his chest with the other arm. He allowed the party to pass safely underneath his outstretched limb before he tossed the beam aside and the metal corridor collapsed like a crushed tin-can.

"Droid, if you can get them here a little faster - that'd be terrific."

He heard through his commlink, sassing back to Symara,

"Oh- I am sorry if my speed is unsatisfactory to you while I carry the wounded and try to keep the ceiling from collapsing in on them, perhaps if someone for once listened to my suggestion that you organics should come with jets built-in instead of genitals and stray away from that whole flesh nonsense, then we would not be in this predicament- we will be there shortly, I see the hangars already."

And soon enough the group would have been there, Elpsis would have thrown herself inside the shuttle and Symara's arms in the process, as the droid heard the explosions and screeching of twisted metal come closer and closer his jets hidden in his back-plate and boots would activate, lifting him off of the ground and giving him a quick burst of speed to get himself and Cole to the safety of the dropship, his free hand would reach to grab Nima as well to try and deliver her hot to safety aboard the HK-train.

They would of course be followed in by Cabur, but since he had his own jetpack, the droid would not care about him as much,

"We are all here, gun it! If we do not have enough space, I can always put this guy in the baggage compartment."

He slightly shook Cole, his unconscious body still in his metal arms

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Lightside Hangar
Allies: Team Light Side, [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Thoja Arlos"], [member="Lark"]
Objective: Escape the Omega
DM: [member="Kith Verloren"] [member="Omega"]

This great evil - where's it come from?​

How'd it steal into the world?
What seed, what root did it grow from?
Who's doing this?
Who's killing us, robbing us of life and light, mocking us with the sight of what we might've known?
Does our ruin benefit the earth, aid the grass to grow and the sun to shine?
Is this darkness in you, too?
Have you passed through this night?

"Arix to the Rebel's Hope! Come in Hope!"​

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The young Jedi was standing right beside him, supporting his weight, and yet still Arix's voice seemed distant. Captain Pulsar flashed in and out of awareness as they made the seemingly endless trek from the reactor level back to their point of arrival. Warning alarms wailed like dirges for the crashing space station, and they moved like ghosts through abandoned corridors. Thankfully, the Omega's core systems were still active, but there was the occasional rumble throughout the maze of halls that suggested the station's inertial dampeners didn't have long to go. The only question that remained was whether or not they would fail before the entire structure struck the planet below. Either way, they didn't have very long at all before either outcome killed them.​

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"To anyone receiving this message, this is Lieutenant Commander Arix of the Galactic Alliance, we need-"​

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"...ead you, Arix," the cyborg's comm link crackled to life suddenly, and if Zark had been more aware he probably would have recognized the voice of his communications officer, "...roken through...ne Sith jamming...hat is you....atus. Repe-...what is your statu-"​

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"We're still on the Omega!" Arix answered, a hint of desperation in his otherwise robotic tone, "Say again, we are still on the Sith space station! The Captain is wounded, we're making our way to the evacuation point! Will activate my transponder! Say again, lock onto my transponder!"​

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With that, the cyborg flipped a toggle on the control panel of his life support suit, and somewhere on the inside of the armor, a light began to glow steadily. The perks of being more than seventy percent metal and electronics, Arix had told him once. If the Galactic Alliance could get a fix on the proximity beacon the Padawan had just activated, they would know exactly where to look for the evacuating Jedi forces. In a moment like this where each second could make all of the difference, that was at least a comforting thought. That is, assuming there were any Alliance ships close enough that were in a position to help. They had no way of knowing exactly how the naval battle had gone, but the superlaser had fired several times before they had managed to sabotage Omega. On some level, Zark was aware that he should be terrified by that notion, but everything was starting to feel numb at this point.​

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As the rounded the final bend in the hall, an eruption of blaster fire whizzed past them, not precise enough to do any damage but certainly close enough to get their attention. Immediately Dax and the Silver Jedi commando went to work, the zabrak pausing only momentarily to make sure that Arix could handle the Captain's full weight. Luckily, Arix possessed the enhanced strength of a Jedi, so not only was he able to keep Zark standing, but also drew one of his lightsabers in his right hand. Fumbling his heavy blaster back out of its holster, the Jedi Knight did his best to concentrate on at least not firing any shots so wild that they were in danger of striking any allies. His blaster fire wasn't accurate, but it was close enough to send any nearby stormtroopers and Imperial personnel ducking for cover long enough for them to make it by. The dropship was close, one of the soldiers he had assigned to guard the hangar lay dead at the end of the ramp, a victim of the chaotic first wave of escaping Imperials.​

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Finally the two made it on board, met halfway up the boarding ramp by the remaining Alliance commandos who had quickly cleared out the area around their shuttle and established covering fire positions at the mouth of the dropship's hatch. One helped share the weight of Captain Pulsar, and several others advanced down to the end of the ramp, firing as they went, and dragged the body of their fallen comrade back onto the ship. For the soldiers who had died in the reactor room, sadly the Omega would be their tomb, but they could at least bring their fallen comrade here back to his family. Arix settled Zark down across several seats on the dropship and, as soon as he was certain the commandos had his care well in hand, he joined Dax up at the front of the ship and took the co-pilot's seat. As the two of them started up the craft's systems, the cyborg could hear the zabrak marshal behind them speaking to someone in a raised voice through his comm link.​

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"Tell your friend to move it!" Arix called back to Thoja Arlos over his shoulder, "This whole place is gonna be slag very, very soon!"​

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They would wait as long as they could, the Padawan resolved, but when the hangar began to fall apart around them they would have to gun the engines. In the back of the dropship, Zark Pulsar finally surrendered to the bliss of unconsciousness, the last sound he heard was of Rogue Squadron on the dropship's comms, promising to cover the ongoing evacuation. He smiled as he knew no more.​

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Boarding the FO shuttle to escape.
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] (see u boo ); [member="Asharad Graush"]; @First Order
Objective: Escape the Omega.


There was one undeniably good thing about pain. It made you think only about it. The few shots he accumulated were definitely of need of attention. Jude's mind could not thin of anything else, no doubt haunted him, no fear, nothing. Nothing could bring down the feeling of pain but escape from it. The agent was moving on auto pilot through the corridor. Only readjusting course when he took a glimpse at the wrist datapad. His vision was getting blurry and at moments he felt the blackness take him over. The man knew he had not much time to reach survival, he had to keep going.

Finally, ahead of him, an armored man appeared and Jude could not even raise his arm to aim or anything but neither did the man with the armor. He was First Order. High ranked. Army personnel and that was all he could make about him. With as much as power as he could muster, Jude nodded to the man in thanks for covering him, he was not able to even speak, it cost too much energy and he still had to board the shuttle.

When the two would appear at the hangar and move towards the shuttle, Jude would see the stormtroopers of the First Order raining fire upon anything that was not First Order. He did not have the energy or will to protest that. It was the law of the jungle and right now Jude could only think about surviving. That was the most natural thing. Nothing can defeat the instincts for self-preservation, nothing could defeat the will to live.

Disciplined, as always, the stormtroopers opened a hole in their ranks for the duo to proceed towards the shuttle's engines began to roar. The time for departure was now. Jude felt very relieved when the shuttle would lift and leave. Through the viewport, he was able to make out the destruction that would ensue upon the planet below. A mix of feeling surged within him for just a moment before nature took over and focused his attention on the pain. There was not enough energy within him to experience the omega of the Omega, only energy to fight for his survival and one thought to convey through the Force.

At least, it was a blast, Matsu.

The agent's eyes closed passing out with a smirk on his face.

 

[Nima Tann]

Escape,
[member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Symara Tarriq"]

They really didn't have the time to argue about things since they were running out of it very quickly. Nima never said it was her idea anyway, she didn't know what she said wrong to piss the droid off. Or was he pissed, who knows? She couldn't understand from the metallic tone. So now that the battle was over and the shy girl mask replaced the serious Master mask, she spoke with an awkward and apologetic way. There was no sarcasm, at all, in her next words. Or well, maybe a bit.

"I am sorry we aren't the damsels in distress you were looking for, but I think it's best if we moved." And then the handwavium magic of awesomeness would take over from there, as the group moved quickly towards the corridors which were getting destroyed as each second wasted. Luckily, the droid was as skillful as he was sarcastic so they managed to stay alive all the way to the hangars. She could see the ship, and there was a quite little battle going on within the hangars, as the Sith trying to escape the ship were opposed by their own. At some point in the handwavium sequence, it seemed Elpsis left Nima's arm and started to walk by herself, and she reaized it when she saw Elpsis throwing a fireball in front of them to take care of the Sith trying to attack them. She was pretty impressive, even in the state she was in. Nima had no energy to even lift one finger right now. She saw Symara running towards them, and then she picked up Elpsis and brought her to the dropship, meanwhile Nima kept running to reach the dropship as well with no balance whatsoever, stumbling over her own feet again and again with a big headache and evading the lasers. Fortunately, she still kept....

Her train of thoughs were suddenly cut in half as she felt someone grabbing her, and that someone was going quite fast. "What the!.." Nope, she saved it at the last time. Apparently the language rules still applied for her even in this situation. Anyway, as she understood what was happening, she realized that it was none other than the sarcastic HK unit. Fortunately they didn't crash anywhere and safely arrived to the dropship, where Nima escaped his grip and then looked at the droid with after-shock of what happened. "Please don't do that... ever... again." Well, she would admit it was a bit fun, but mostly panic attack inducing. Anyway.

"Everyone is here. Let's get out of this place."

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Omega
[member="Nima Tann"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Symara Tarriq"]
Objective: Make out with the cool black woman...err, escape!


"Sure." Elpsis awkwardly returned the kiss when Symara picked her up, pressing against her. Then everything happened extremely fast. Especially for the very blind redhead. Still, she had faith. The Great White Wolf would protect her. "I finally get to kiss you and I can't even see your face," she grumbled.


There were screams, blaster bolts firing everywhere and general chaos as everyone tried to escape the sinking Omega. Mara took off like a speeding bullet, then made the grand leap of faith. There was a loud thud and then they were on the dropship. Luckily, Mara took the brunt of the impact. One of the Firemane minions helped them up.


"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks. Let's get the hell out of here." Her back hurt. The landing ramp was raised and the hatch closed now that the eccentric, extremely talkative droid and Nima had boarded. Then the shuttle shot out of the Omega's hangar bay. After all they had a deadline to meet.

 

[Druchi]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1lvC8b1_2bI​

Location: The Omega and to Castameer.
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Wolf"] [member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Doc"]

They had ran. Samka held tightly in the troopers hand. She had coughed and spluttered her body fighting her for every inch taken. For every stretch on the final journey. She wasn't sure who was following but Kierel was doing her best. Kierel kept a mental map of where the hanger they had been in was. She was coming to near the hanger, secured by the White Wolves and stepping over the corpses. Ahead of them one of the Sith Troopers came out and raised his gun. A heartbeat of hesitation from Kierel would have seen her and Samka riddled with energy blasts. Instead she charged forward and punched the trooper in the face, she felt her knuckles break as it turned out hitting a fully armoured figure with ones fist was never a clever idea. Her other hand had come down to the weapon to push it aside sending the bolt of energy into the floor. She kicked the rifle away and grabbed Samka to keep running still. She wasn't sure if the girl could make it out on her own by this point and honestly she was fairly sure the girl might be able to repair the damage herself. But they needed to be alive to try that.

As they had entered the hanger Kierel had sat Samka down in the shuttle they had entered on. She would wait a moment before attempting the controls herself. Quietly hoping the others might follow soon. But there wasn't time, plenty of craft around though she wasn't sure how fit a condition Samka was to fly. She wasn't sure how to help the girl she looked glazed still and Kierel had no idea what had happened to her. They'd need to leave now. Kierel between stabs of pain from her wound managed to hack out.

"You'll need to show me what to press I've never flown anything before, this one? No? Oh? Oh? Oh this one. Come on I didn't get this far just to die getting my first flying lessons. We're getting off this thing."


The look from the view shield was grim the planet was fast approaching. Kierel had no idea how to fly but she bet that flying from a falling ship into an atmosphere hurtling something that would hit the planet like a bomb wasn't the place to start. She flipped random switches, accidentally retracting the landing gear before taking off and setting the deflector shields to all aft before finding the ignition. She looked hopefully to Samka as they exited the hanger and the stresses of gravity, space combat and a collapsing megalith that was the Omega rocked the ship. The controls seemed to spin and the controls didn't seem to respond. She pulled on the controls and managed to swerve out the way of a falling piece of debris the size of a star destroyer bridge like a drunk swerves out the way of a lamp post.

"We need to head down to the surface after the Omega crashes. There is someone in the Sith academy who it is critical we take in. We'll rejoin the fleet soon, if you know the frequency let them know what we're doing and tell them to send some more shuttles and medics down to where the academy is. We could also send a message to that Sith let him know we're coming? Even if he doesn't make it, we could still take some valuable stuff back to the Supreme Leader."

​She thought of the quiet blind Sith Lord his menace but also his sincerity. Kierel hoped he was still alive she had question for him as she was sure the Supreme Leader would. And she would tell him of how she had watched his Dread Mistress fall her eyes wide with fear and the brave warrior who had taken her down. The Academy would probably be obliterated as the shell of Omega thundered into Castameer, but she quietly hoped that Jerith would receive their message and get out. There weren't any weapons in the shuttle which was a shame as Kierel always believed in being armed. She would have to hope the Sith was in a talkative mood or that the academy would still be standing. It was apocalyptic she could see the fleets had smashed one another. A few times when flying close to the wrecks she could have sworn she could see corpses briefly illuminated in the light of the sun. Floating for eternity. It looked as if a spear had punched a hole from where the fleet had started straight to the Omega. A spear puncture that all around the wreckage lay drifting aimlessly. Star Destroys hulls ripped open. The wrecks of drifting fighter craft. The frozen remains of this battle would draw scavengers like carrion to this ripe corpse. Turning to the small purple haired innocent monster once clear of the debris and space battle.

"Take it easy, easy. Don't move so much we've got a brief rest now. You going to be alright?"

 

[Doc]

Doc Rounded a comer just behind Samka, and Kierel Doc could tell that Samka wasn’t doing well, just as was about to call He caught sight of the sit Retrieving his riffle, without hesitation Doc put two blaster bolts in the sit trooper’s chest and one in his head for good measure. He ran down the hallway and took a cover position just inside the hanger door Taking pot shots at the approaching enemy trooper and covering any allies that were head back to shuttle as wheel. As he glance behind him he noticed Kierel didn’t seem to have a weapons he quickly made his back down the hall to one of the fallen sith trooper, grabbed the trooper’s riffle, sprinted back his cover position and tossed the weapon to Kierel “looks you could use this!” he yell as his did his voice slightly distorted from the helmet.