Fate of the Duels (PVP Thread)

[Long Gone]

Location: Room 6
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Onley Xiangu"]
Objective: Don't get cut, or crushed, or caught up.

To say that Mira was surprised was putting it mildly.

She had expected a reaction from the younger of the two, but not quite that. As he rushed forward, through the debris of crates, speed and agility being the critical component in his strike – he’d swing for the fences. Mira adjusted herself, just enough to brace herself for the incoming weight of the strike. She’d disengage her left hand from her right elbow, and bring the Destiny forward to engage the younger Xiangu. As his cleave to her waist came in, she brought the Destiny down in a simple slash motion, quick and effective enough to parry the blow – despite the forward momentum. Granted, he’d have the weight advantage going forward but that would be disrupted shortly after as Mira’s attention was caught by the room shifting in a violent manner.

The hair on her neck rose and the Prophecy would disengage quickly, lifeless hilt in hand as her attention shifted to her right. Her hand rose up to try to intercept what she could, conjuring the Force to her will. The sound of metal groaning and structures being brought to their breaking point filled the room as crates began to topple around her. A package here, a metal shard there would catch her clothing, or skin and cause her to grimace. The weight was more than the anticipated. She felt it through the Force, in her aching muscles and in her trembling hand.

-You can’t hold it and engage him.- She was exposed; Onley could run her through right there. Of course, she’d let go of the barrier she held and crush what remained of herself and him in the process – but he’d still walk away.

-Yeah, not going to happen like this, not today.- Mira grunted and disengaged the Destiny and did her best to tuck and roll away from the highly mobile Xiangu kid, but the obviously disgruntled Whipid.

This fight was far from finished and she knew it. She had kicked the hive a little too hard.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

[member="Darth Abyss"]


Location: The happy Hangar
Objective: Teach these kids what a real monk moves like
Gear: Flash bangs, detonite, Lucky pimp gloves, Gourd of Booze(Hard liquor, 93% full), Sight beyond sight,

Obligatory Theme music: [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=394jMLFcjNk[/youtube]


(OOC: I guess our trio's now a duet, let's carry on the dance, shall we?)


Vorhi had to stifle a laugh. His grave? This kid had guts, he supposed. Well, that and a Grenade. The problem with grenades was always the same, though. While you gloated and cooked, it was obvious you were holding one. Well, obvious to the guy that could see through your hand with spooky ghost eyes.


Which was why as the Grenade flew toward him, he jumped over it, lunging towards the boy with a swinging right fist, his left hand still behind him. The smoke exploded behind him, quickly fading among the various other weird air circulation systems that kept a hangar's life support operational. He smiled, almost warmly, as the glove hand aimed straight for his opponent's helmet. "Old, but spry," he said in a tone that was still surprisingly jovial, as if there was nothing serious about a battle for control of a massive galaxy superweapon. Obviously, the 'old man' didn't seem to care. Maybe he just hadn't been that scared of death. Then again, this was the guy who threw a Hutt off a cliff. He was probably just crazy.


Of course, the truth was, that he couldn't help but wonder at the point of it all. All that power, just to build some toy to squabble over. The strength of an empire, the might of gods and kings and emperors, all screaming towards oblivion. And yet, there was no answer. Was this game of squabbling force-wielders and factions an ideal war. He swung with conviction, waiting to see his young opponent's reaction. Forty-six wasn't that old, but still, it was time to see if this one had potential enough....

 

[Adson Tracyn'kemir]

[member="Nefertari Sovint"] | [member="Cathbodua"] | [member="Kami Meran"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]

Location: Hangar --> 3
Allies: [member="Kami Meran"]
Enemies: None hat I am aware of.
Objective: Get into room 3.

Adson pressed his ear up against the wall, and closed his eyes. The sounds of battle around him faded. He concentrated on his one goal, all else was blocked from his mind. Silence. Then there, humming, about 1 meter up. Since apparently no one was going to show up, he'd have to get busy himself. He pulled out his blaster. If only he had a vibroblade. He stood back, and began firing at the wall in a horizontal line, just above the location of the humming. He soon had a blackened slit into the wall. Excellent. He put away his blaster, and pried into it with his bare fingers. His huge muscles rippled as jerked the sheet of metal away. There, he had exposed a mess of wires, including optic cables. His fingers delicately picked them apart until he had two optic cables in hand. He cut the wires, likely cutting the computers in 3 away from the rest of the system. Adson quickly tied the the ends leading to room 3, into a socket, which he then plugged into his computer. The computer came alive, in a mess of code that moved faster than sight. Adson got to work.
His fingers flew across the keyboard, organizing the datapackets. They were all sealed by the same encryption method. It only took seconds, and he was in. He moved to open all of the doors, but he froze. Why wait? From here he had direct access to all of the computers. He moistened his lips with his tongue, and looked around him to make sure he was clear. Breathing heavily with excitement, he got to work. It only took moments to get into the system. The amount of data was incredible. Adson plugged several harddrives into his computer, 5 Petabytes each. He began mass downloading. There, alien code. Some kind of elimination program that had sudden;y entered the system. His own computers extremely aggressive defense system went up. Adson ran through the code, avoiding the deadly mass. He ran through an endless maze, downloading everything. Then he hit a wall, it rose to great lengths on all sides. This is what was important. He programmed the equivalent of a mining drill, and bored through the wall. The code was becoming reality....
The wall was destroyed. Adson downloaded everything that was in there. Then all of his harddrives beeped. They were full. There was still data, but hopefully he had gotten what was important. Adson fled the system, not bothering to close the trail behind him. It wouldn't matter in a minute. He was out and safe. He unplugged the computer, just avoiding the attack of that ever growing super-virus. he shoved everything into his pack again. Now to get out of here. He grabbed a couple thermal detonators, and attached them to his belt for easy reach. It was time to go.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Location: Hangar to research
Enemies: Anyone who gets in his way

Daxton's highly polished battle armor all but announced his presence as he exited the armored transport doing a quick drop off before quickly exiting the hangar under a barrage of fire, its heavy shields soaking uo the damage before making it to the relative safety of the void outside.

The soft hiss of the biocleaners drawing in air and filtering out contaminants complimented the muffled flutterings of the wine red cloak that hung from his shoulders. His trio of lightsabers hung confidently from his hip as he heaved the heavy plasma carbine and chambered live ammo while searching for targets. While a trained force user could deflect the shots from a blaster rifle, the sheer volume of shots he could level would quickly overwhelm his target.

Not that he was hunting for anyone in particular, at least not yet anyway. Daxton's target was the research facility and the precious treasures within. Making his way to the entrance from cover, he extended his senses to see if any possible threats lurked nearby.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Fists against a lightsaber? Something was wrong, there had to be something he wasn't seeing. Why would anyone risk his hands like this without something to protect them? Oh the answer was so simple ... there had to be something in his gloves that could withstand the plasma blade, or even short it out. Beskar? Phrik? Cortoisis? Force imbued metal? It didn't matter anyway, he wouldn't risk his lightsaber to find out.

The fist meet his head, the momentum of it not stopped by the simple wooden mask that was hiding his face. Abyss stumbled back, taking a few seconds to find his balance and get the nausea out of his head. His face was stoic, emotionless. In his mind he had won the fight the before it had began, he gave in to the most dangerous weakness there was. Arrogance.

Yet the attack told him something, or at least there was a hint. His opponent had something to block a lightsaber, but probably not a lightsaber. While the tools he had to fight against someone who was wielding one where now more or less useless, some others just became a lot more valuable. Lightning, gunshots, and other distance attacks should help to keep his adversaries focus away from the fight, as he would have to evade them in order to attack him properly.

The second the blade of his lightsaber returned back into its hilt he extended his left, a single blue flash of lighting flying towards the other mans chest. The attack lacked the dangerous beauty that those of the masters had, yet it was quick, precis and less focus and energy hungry.

[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eb6_J1dq1hk​

Location: Hangar [1] -> Research [2]
Allies: [member="CT-47B"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Iroatas"], [member=Darth Banshee"]
Enemies: Possibly [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Cerita Sarova"] and the legend himself [member="Ordo"], not sure yet.
Objective: Seal off the entrance to Research and assist fellow operatives

Spoiler

Praetorias is carrying both Lightsabres and the Windblade with him.

Fluff bit:

While the other First Order operatives had already begun their assault on the station, surely capturing important objectives and cutting down the foes of the Supreme Leader, the Sith Lord had decided to remain inside the assault shuttle. He had sensed something off about this place when he arrived. Some kind of old presence ([member="Darth Carnifex"]) that he hadn't felt before, yet one that was still familiar somehow. It was a presence that radiated with emotions of hatred and anger, a sign that whoever it was, they were powerful in the Dark Side of the Force. The Sith Lord meditated and pondered this curious fact. He thought it better to find out who or what this presence was without directly engaging it, for he foresaw that a confrontation might not yield the best of results for him, nor would it allow him to assist his fellow Agents, as they and the presence were separated, meaning the Sith Lord would have to pursue a different objective than the one he was sent here to accomplish.

As Praetorias pondered this puzzling manifestation within the Force he developed a theory. Perhaps it hadn't been him that had felt this presence before, perhaps it had been the Jedi. To find out he started probing the Jedi's memories, as always the former Jedi tried to resist him, but Praetorias had developed a few tricks along the way that allowed him to dig a bit deeper into the memories to find what he was searching for. It was easier to access the memories that had been tainted by strong emotional distress and Praetorias hoped that the encounter with the presence he felt here would be amongst them. And sure enough it was, as the Sith found out after looking through the memories he was able to gain access to. It was the memory of a great battle on the planet of Ossus a long time ago, one of a time when the Jedi Master had still been a mere Padawan. The presence he was feeling now was present all throughout the memory of the battle, amongst many other emotions the Jedi had experienced there.

It took Praetorias several moments until he could finally decipher the memory enough to gain knowledge of who this presence was. Once the memory was deciphered enough, the newfound knowledge worried the Sith Lord. It had been Kaine, the former Emperor of the Sith Empire, a very powerful combatant capable of slaughtering Jedi Masters with ease. Praetorias would have to find a way to keep Kaine from pursuing the First Order after the former Emperor's current engagement was done, or else their mission might become jeopardised.

Important bit:

Then an explosion shook the ship, causing the Sith Lord to snap open his eyes and jump out of the shuttle's exit. He would have to act fast. Lucky for him he was used to having to act fast. By using the Force he enhanced his speed once he landed and ran directly into the hallway leading towards the research centre at a speed that made him look like he was merely a blur. Whilst running, however, he had sent a telepathic message to the First Order soldier guarding the passageway. Cease fire, I will be entering the hallway and would prefer not to be crushed to death by a wave of kinetic energy.

Once he was standing inside the hallway, near the entrance still, he turned around and looked for the nearest ship and he found one. It was a fighter, big enough to do the job, but not big enough to be too heavy. Conjuring up his own hatred and anger, he grasped the fighter through the Force and started to lift it slowly. Once it was at a sufficient height, he used all his power to hurl it right into the entrance, making sure to create a Force Barrier to protect him from the fireball that would be created once the fighter exploded, creating an obstacle and preventing entry to the research centre. And sure enough, it did just that. With a loud crash and a fireball the Fighter slammed into the entrance, blocking it completely with various burnt and melting scraps of iron and steel, as well as a great bit of fire.

His objective was accomplished so far, but it had taken a toll. Using the Force to lift an object as heavy as that caused a bit of blood to trickle out of his nose and his force barrier had not been perfect either, causing a bit of shrapnel to graze his shoulder, creating a bleeding wound, nothing serious, but still distracting. The Sith Lord wiped the blood off the blood on his face with the fabric of his robe and proceeded to turn around into the hallway.

 

[Krenis Skirata]

[member="Darth Ignus"]

Krenis spat back a curse as the Sith ducked behind cover, moving behind the crates as well. Krenis dropped back down behind his own crate. A ship crashed into the hangar somewhere off in the distance, followed by a message from a fellow clansma, saying he was honor bound to assist any other Mandalorians. Krenis considered, but something caught his attention. Up on the wall, a TIE fighter was beginning to move. Nothing dramatic, but it was definitely shifting. He was pretty sure he knew where that was coming from. Then it plummeted down towards him, and Krenis dove to the deck.

The ship crashed into the floor, throwing up storms of sparks and shattered metal as its wings crumpled under its weight. It collapsed to the floor, crushing the crates, and scorching the steel floor. Krenis yanked his legs away as the fighter settled to a halt. Interesting turn of events, all things considered. The Sith had escalated things quickly, but it gave Krenis a chance to move. He crawled to the nearby doorway, ducking through and pressing himself against the wall. The fighter's wreckage lay to his left and slightly in front of him, while his opponent was farther away and slightly to his left.

Pressing against the wall of the corridor, Krenis peered out. He had a somewhat better angle on the crates. He raised the Westar again, studying the crates. They were standard shipping materials. Durable, but not designed to take sustained blaster fire. Especially not when the Westar had been able to punch through the armor on top of AATs during the Clone Wars. He switched to automatic and pulled the trigger, pressing the stock into his shoulder as a steady rain of plasma arced through the air, pounding into the crates. At first, the metal was scorched, but then it began to glow red with the combined energy and its surface began to liquefy. Another burst and the blasters stabbed through the crate, shattering its exterior.

He stopped firing, letting the barrel cool down as the crate began to sag inwards under the weight of the ones above.

 

[Xalus]

Location: Hangar [1] -> Research [2]
Allies: [member="Darth Praetorias"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Darth Banshee"], [member="Iroatas"], [member="CT-47B"]
Foes: Possibly; [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Ordo"], [member="Cerita Sarova"]
Objective: Kill, crush, destroy.
Equipment:

Spoiler

• CZ-836 Rifle
• CZ-835 Sidearm
• CZ-833 Net Launcher
• Eukgar'gam
• Sentinel belt
• Crushgaunts
• Taozin Amulet

It had been far too long since the Gen'dai had jumped into the affairs of governments and nations. The past couple of years had been spent aimlessly tromping about the galaxy in pursuit of meager and rather simple jobs as opposed to those of higher value and stakes. Xalus didn't particularly have any reason for doing so besides straying away from clientele dealing with affairs in the deepest, darkest parts of the underworld and the CryptNet. The Red Ravens weren't around anymore, his comrades were long gone and dead. Reveling in the memories of the past, the mercenary took them to heart and chose to spend much of his time in pensive meditation and self-discovery.

After all, his people were traditionally philosophers.

However, on this particular day, the hunter had been cordially invited to join the ranks of the well-paid elite of the First Order's independent sector. Their jobs, although typical mercenary work, paid well and offered several other benefits ranging from dental to pension plans after long tenures of service. Most beings were led to believe that Xalus did it all for the dental benefits. Important stuff, y'know.

As the ship rocked back into reality, dropping into the hangar of the Omega ship, Xalus double checked his gear and sent his rifle butt into his shoulder, trailing some Sith Lord into battle. Sith were everywhere these days.

#SithLords4Days

 

[Korro Kenyu]

(sorry I didn't reply soon enough )

ROOM: 5
Enemies: Anyone who crosses his path
Allies: None

Korro immediately noticed everyone and dived behind a crate, arming himself with his blaster pistols. "damn it!" Korro muttered as he peeked over. Ready to shoot anyone. "damn... I need to pay more attention." Korro blasted one into a crate, causing some contents to spill out. Korro hoped it would distract them and he could get a free kill. Pretty much everyone around him was against him and almost all of them were allies. Those Sith and Knights of Ren were ridiculous. Thinking they're better than everyone else. Korro then shot at [member="CT-47B"], it was only a warning shot though, meant to miss. "that's a warning to you!" Korro figured they wouldn't take him seriously because of his voice and age. If they did he'd kill them first, before they could say, pew pew.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn flew out of the hallway as explosions rocked the ship. [member="Kami Meran"] was getting ready to loose another salvo of plasma and anyone who didn't get out of the hallway quick would probably perish. Causstik loosed one more missile at the Sith then weaved his way through the lazier fire raining down from Kami's ship, his eyes wide with fear and adrenaline. He exited the hallway and found a human male attempting to hack in the Computer storage mainframe. "You there, You are the friend of Kami's yes?" He hissed. "I need the launch codes for one of these ships! I have to get out of here," Causstik landed on the ground then grabbed [member="Adson Tracyn'kemir"] s arm "Please don't let me die on this ship, I know you have the launch codes for those fighters!"

 

[knight_of_fire98]

Location: Narrow Hallway between Storage (5) and Research (2)aka First Order Firezone
Allies: First Order. [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Iroatas"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Darth Praetorias"] [member="Xalus"]
Enemies: [member="Korro Kenyu"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Cerita Sarova"] @Ordo [member="Daxton Bane"] and anyone else attacking his position.

Having been forced to stop firing due to Darth Praetorias' swift and dramatic arrival, CT-47B would have sighed as Korrus slipped into the storage room without any obvious signs of injury and reduced the diameter of his X-11E's blast. He then ducked down to retrieve a class A thermal detonator from his stash of equipment, calmly activated it and then after a short pause to let the timer tick down, stood up above his barricade as Korrus' warning shot sailed into the wall behind him.

"Keep that detonator inside!" He says to the nearest Sith, likely being Darth Praetorias. Expecting one or more of them to use their mastery of their strange magic to keep the trapped Korrus from throwing the detonator out.

He then blasted the detonator away with his X-11E, bouncing it off Room 5's doorway with surprising accuracy as the detonator went inside. CT-47B would then crouch down behind his barricade, expanding his X-11E's wave diameter to its fullest and waiting for Korrus to run outside, where he would promptly fire blast after blast of extreme kinetic force at Korrus till he was either incapacitated or dead. The waves would also pass down the corridor, likely crashing over anyone else in the vicinity with enough force to rupture organs, disrupt focus, explode ear drums and shatter bone. If Daxton had continued into the pitch black hallway after the ship crashed into his position, they would likely be crashing against him too.

 

[Korro Kenyu]

Room: 5
Objective: Don't get shot
Enemies: [member="CT-47B"] and everyone else
Allies: None

Korro stayed crouched behind his crate. "so you're just gonna wait!" Korro didn't want to wait, he just wanted to loot and come out but it looked like that wouldn't happen anytime soon. Korro activated a thermal detonator. Waiting for it to get on the last three ticks. Korro threw it over his head so it would blow up in mid-air. Korro didn't feel like killing that day but he might have to. Korro fired a few more shots. "c'mon buddy! You don't wanna wait here do you!? You should just go for other people!" Korro suggested, he planned to either shoot him in the back when he left or to let him leave, which ever happens first.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: In the hallway separating the hanger from Computer Storage
Objective: Extinguish life from thy enemies hides.
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: [member="Cathbodua"], [member="Kami Meran"], [member="Jericho"]
Others: [member="Cerita Sarova"], [member="Micah Talith"]

As Kaine barreled through the hallway and into the computer chamber Prazutis focused his attention back on the rather tall man that he was engaged in combat with. The man stood taller than both Dark Lords but that by no means provided him an edge in battle, rather it made things interesting. As the mans strike came in towards his legs Prazutis was well aware of the mans ploy, a strike to close the distance between them and to disguise his true strike. The instincts of a perfect hunter, former imperial agent, and commando. A butcher honed over many countless years of war. Prazutis activated the light-shield on his arm and brought it crashing into the lightsaber as sparks erupted from the presence of energy on energy.

But that wasn't all Prazutis dropped down to a knee as the flaming fist came in grabbing the mans forearm just below the wrist to stop the flaming fist from connecting, he then used his open hand to deliver a powerful blast of crimson lightning to the mans chest.

 

[knight_of_fire98]

Location: Narrow Hallway between Storage (5) and Research (2)aka First Order Firezone
Allies: First Order @Darth Veles [member="Iroatas"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Darth Praetorias"] [member="Xalus"]
Enemies: [member="Korro Kenyu"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Cerita Sarova"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Daxton Bane"] and anyone else attacking his position.

Great minds think alike. Unfortunately, Korro had only his mind to back him up, and not the X-11E sonic rifle CT-47B used to blast Korro's thermal detonator back into the hallway as Korro found himself caught between two of them. Due to CT-47B's fortified position being almost 40 feet away, in complete darkness and with the firing lines being impossible unless Korro poked his head outside of the storage room. It would be difficult for him to shoot at CT-47B at all without completely exposing himself.

(I'm going to draw out a map for you Korro, as atm you're in a really terrible position and I don't know if you realize it)

 

[knight_of_fire98]

 

[Cathbodua]

Location: Hanger Bay
Allies: Jericho

Cathbodua was looking at what they had been doing and she had her datapad going, running it while seeing more of the hanger with the ships while she was moving and focusing on the ones there. The other side of the massive hanger was a mess she could feel with so many people when she was running around through the ships that remained and the broken ones seeing and feeling more of the carnage as she moved towards the ship they had arrived in. The one droid with them she was setting up as it was designed and made to work on collecting things for themselves giving a look. "Go out and send some of the other units to search the crates and ships for anything of value." The jedi healer was moving into a position towards the large shuttle to search it as she switched wrist weapons to give herself the wrist laser as she took aim and focused on the ramp to start slicing into it to search.

 

[Korro Kenyu]

[member="CT-47B"] (Jesus! okay... I knew it was bad but not that bad. Oh wait... I thought of a solution

Room: 5 - 6
Objective: Don't get shot
Enemies: [member="CT-47B"] and others
Allies: None

Korro was stuck... he had to think fast... fortunately he thought fast enough. "alright! I can wait!" Korro called out, obviously he couldn't and he was already bored. 'It's always good to bring three detonators' Korro thought to himself as he took out another thermal detonator. "batter up!" Korro shouted as he chucked the detonator down the hallway. Korro then ran up to the wall leading to the sixth room and activated his saber. Korro sliced open a hole that he could fit through and jumped through. The bad thing was... there were more people there. " hi don't mind me!" Korro said as he went up against the wall so none can grenade or shoot him from behind. "if you can just let me leave?"

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0qH2IaSjEU​

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Room: 1, moving to room 6
Objective: Assist the First Order
Allies: [member="CT-47B"] [member="Darth Praetorias"], First Order, Knights of Ren
Enemies: [member="Korro Kenyu"] (Don't be throwing those thermal dets at my buddies, I'm gonna shank you m8.), Other people in Room 6

A lone TIE Hunter set down within the hangar of the gargantuan Omega, silently observing the surprisingly large battle raging within the battlestation. Anor Ren leaped out of the cockpit, covered head to toe in midnight-black robes. To the left of him he noted of the currently blocked door that had a few unknown persons having a presumed free-for-all on both sides of it.

The Knight of Ren decided to rendezvous with the rest of the Order's agents that had been dispatched to gather any and all information from within the Omega, sprinting over towards a currently open door in the middle of the wall. He stopped in the doorway as he noticed another open one to the left that led to a storage room. The Ren stepped into it until he observed a kid slicing through the wall with a lightsaber.

Other people were in the room as well, and Anor realized that he'd have to fight his way through the complex until he could meet up with the rest of his allies. The Knight dropped his cloak and grabbed his lightsaber from his utility belt, twisting it over him and igniting both blades, ready to duel anybody in his way "I will fight only if you force my hand." He growled.

 

[Iroatas]

Room 2.
Information Gathering and Destroying.
[member="CT-47B"], [member="Anor Ren"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Darth Banshee"], [member="Ordo"], [member="Cerita Sarova"], [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Darth Praetorias"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Xalus"],

Someone was crying things outside the room.

Iroatas ignored them.

Surprisingly, he was at work at a computer in the room.

His Datapad was connected to one of the computers in the room. There was someone else in the room, a certain Mandalorian, but he paid him no heed. Not yet anyway, instead, he just downloaded the information from the computer and onto his DataPad as the sounds of combat drew closer. Oh, the fight, how he loved it, but the Supreme Leader's wants came before his own.

Tvarka Ren slowly turned about to face the door, his large form most definitely hiding the existence of the console, or computer that his datapad was hooked up to. Now, he was going to need to help out, at least, while the DataPad finished its download.

 

[Keira Priest]

Music
Gear in signature.
Location: Entrance of hallway preceding room 2, in front of the wreckage.
Allies: [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Enemies: [member="CT-47B"], [member="Xalus"], [member="Darth Praetorias"], [member="Darth Veles"]

Moving on to the research lab was, in theory, relatively simple, if one removed just about everything from the equation. As it stood, there was the burning wreckage of a starfighter to contend with, which was of course directly in her way. "You always have a way of finding yourself in the worst case scenarios." The AI's commentary was pushed aside for the moment as she considered the obstacle and what awaited beyond it. Sure, going around might have been an easier, more simplistic option, but she was curious as to what would happen to a Sith if they just so happened to connect with the flaming ruins of a starship moving at impossible speeds. Shrapnel did wonders on the battlefield, after all.

Once again Keira drew on that well of power in her core, drawing it out until it was malleable, outwardly seeming to consider just how much trouble the wreckage was worth. A long few moments passed, but soon enough that coiled strength unraveled outwards, unfurling all at once and shooting forth from the entirety of her form like a bullet. The concentrated burst cracked as it cut through the air, a resounding thunderclap echoing with her as the epicenter. There was no sound save for the crashing of durasteel as the twisted, broken shell of a TIE fighter was dislodged from the doorway and sent careening backwards at a speed most would find impossible to process. But then, her targets weren't most people. In her eyes, they were better off dead.

In comparison to the concussive force of her attack her entrance was subdued, and she stepped through the doorway casually, palming her lightsaber. Her senses were extended about herself, that ethereal tripwire system manifesting about her, attuned to the Sith she knew were more like than not waiting for her, though hopefully they weren't entirely in one piece.