Fate of the Duels (PVP Thread)

[Omega]

Fate of the Duels

You come out of hyperspace.

The fleets are already fighting, filling space with flashes of light and death.

Then you see it. Omega.

It’s the biggest ship you’ve ever seen. Whatever your reasons for being here all but the bravest will quail at the sight.

But you see beyond the threat and see opportunity. Opportunity to destroy it, salvage it or keep it.

You know that there is a weakness on the bow side of the Omega. The fleets and armies have opened a path. Swiftly your ships speed into the gap.

A massive hanger awaits you, and as you touch down you realise you’re not alone. Others have come along with you. Some friends. Some foes.

A battle no less fierce than the one on or in the orbit of Castameer is about to begin. The Rogue Sith have fled, leaving you with your enemies.

You must crush your enemies quickly and obtain what you came here for. Grimly you prepare your weapons and prepare for battle.

OOC:
Welcome to the PVP thread of the Omega event! This thread is the purest and cleanest of all the threads in that this will likely be my only post. This thread is PVP only, no NPCs of any sort. All the usual RP rules apply. If you have a disagreement with another writer, try to resolve it via PM or in the OOC thread. A report is the last resort.

When I and the other event staff review this thread for potential rewards we will be looking for similar conditions to invasions:

• Good story writing.
• Being fair and drama-free.
• Obtaining/destroying/controlling event locations in a reasonable way.
• Teamwork.

Now, get started and have fun!

Spoiler

[member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="Korro Kenyu"] [member="Atheus"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Valashu Elahad"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Darth Novus"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Darth Abyss"] @Jericho [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Lykos"] @Heim Avendahl [member="Karak Ren"] [member="Mira Rekali"] [member="Onley Xiangu"] [member="Darth Eversor"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Iroatas"] [member="Charlotte Miraak"] [member="Rylan Thatcher"] [member="CT-47B"] [member="Alyona Volkovna"] [member="Jynx"] [member="Werah Unon"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"] [member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Arthur"] [member="Aver Brand"] [member="Tyger Tyger"] [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Anor Ren"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Kami Meran"] @Xalus [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] @Mythos @Grimoire @Causstik Rahn

 

[Matreya]

A Valashu let Kaibigan pilot into the hangar, he finished sliding the zipper on his Archer Suit into place under his chin. His right hand moved fluidly, only clad in a guard for use of his bow and the accompanying arrows, the other shined brightly in the looming light, Gauntlet of Crassus polished to a pristine sheen. Next to him on the ground rested his bow, quiver, and Jal Shey armband, to which he loosely slid each to their correct placements.

Rising to his feet, he headed for the rear of the ship as his ship finalized landing procedures. Once there the ramp was already lowering, he drew his hood into place, then mask after it. He was here as Matreya the Kensûrai Archer, nothing more. His men had warned about the site he was in, the size of the craft, and likelihood of useful tech, so he had acquiesced.

Slowly his vision slid along the large hangar, until it fell on a door nearby. Quickly he headed for it

(Moving toward room 3)

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Out of the seemingly endless number of ships pulling out of hyperspace, one in particular, a small, speedy one screamed through space as it carried Rylan toward the massive structure sitting in orbit. He had barely any time to gape at it's size before he had to watch what he was doing, dodging debris from wrecked ships and fire from others. Maneuvering through the field was tricky, but there were still some things he used the force for. Still, he gritted his teeth together as he narrowly missed floating scrap several times, some of it scraping against the hull of his fighter. When he finally cleared the battlefield, he searched the ship for an opening. There, a large hatch in the side, already filled with dozens or more ships of varying models. It seemed this dreadnought of a ship was quite the tourist attraction at the moment. Whoever had built this thing had really outdone themselves. From what Rylan had heard, it had been a sect of rogue Sith, but you know how rumors go. Whoever it was that had put the ship into commission, they had brought together a great many people from across the galaxy, some wanting to stop it, others likely wanting to harness its power for themselves. Rylan was one who wanted the machine destroyed. After that, he would go back to hiding in his little hole, but this, this was too big a problem for him to just stand by and do nothing.

As he landed into the hangar, it was evident already that conflict was in the air. He certainly wasn't the first, and he knew he would be nowhere near the last. Grabbing his gear, he made a solid count as he kept his head on a swivel. Pistol, check. He slipped it to ts place in his leg holster. Rifle, check. Hefting the carbine up, he slung it around his back, taking his small supply of light darts with him. And as always, he carried Alnox on his back, his defense against all things melee. Just for good measure, he picked up a much older, bronze pistol, and strapped it to his body as well, taking a small bag of assorted ammunition for it. Animus, one of his only possessions linking him to his life as a Jedi. Flipping the hood over his face, he checked the security of his armor plating before setting off into the hangar with his rifle in his hands. Once, there was a time when a lightsaber and his confidence was all he brought into battle. Now, he was a walking armory, ready to mow down any who thought about setting on him without a single thought. He'd learned to live without a blade of light, and instead favored his force imbued sword, and had adapted his fighting style to match it. Looking out across the massive hangar, he started forward.

[member="Nefertari Sovint"]

 

[Cathbodua]

Location: Hanger
Allies: [member="Jericho"] [member="Connor Harrison"]
Role: White Mage

The ship was there and quickly, compared to many of the others she had to admit this wasn't going to be as interesting a place now but wearing her iconiq bodyarmor there was a few things that she was liking. Well the armor for here and her lightsaber and lightwhip to help out. She had been working with Jericho and he had wanted the upgrades and some of the equipment from Project Herald which meant there was a whole new man coming out that she was here to observe and help. She was the healer and doctor who could benefit the most and help them out as well as had several gadgets in her pack for getting through tough places while she moved over to the side and started sending out the roller droids. Mini bombs that she could set to go and be on a time delay by the extra ships these rogue sith had. THe jedi doctor moved carefully to the side avoiding most things while she was going towards some of the cargo crates.

 

[Jericho]

Location: Omega Hanger
Objective: Destroy everything and take down anyone in the way.
Allies: SCC and its Allies
Enemies: Sith and their Allies

There was only the silence of travel as the warrior rested quietly, meditating to himself, mentally preparing himself for what may be his biggest fight yet. He could only hear the sounds of his breath, the deep inhale and the long exhale. There is only peace. The warrior though to himself. Even in the midst of battle and pain, there is only peace. There were always the sounds of doubt and self loathing but now there was no room for such thought, there was only the mission. The was a ripple in the force and the shake of the ship in which he was resting in. The sounds of his second home began to erupt... "Master Jericho, We are reaching the main objective." The overcom roared. The voice stirred with fear.

The sounds of blaster fire and the sounds of smashing ships and screams; the super soldier could hear all of it as he began to gear up with all of his equipment. He took in another cool breath as he began to walk out and saw from the windows just what was really going on. So much battle....So much...Pain....So much death. The warrior gripped his fist tightly and walked with the flow of his heavy cloak following him and adjusted his mask. As he reached the bridge, his lorrdian eyes saw each face and each of their body movements. They were all afraid, they have never seen such a huge ship in their entire lives, he had to admit it to himself as well, neither has he.

He was not going to lie, he was just as afraid as the crew that was with him. There was a super ship in front of them filled with just as powerful sith lords along with their creations and other things. If it was anything like the undead that Xiangu had unleashed this would be a hard time. The warrior unleashed and aura of calm to ease the nerves of everyone nearby. The admiral looked to Jericho. "We have our own battle. You and the other Jedi are on your own after this drop off you understand?" The admiral asked. The warrior merely gave a nod of his head. "You're so reassuring. Good luck." The admiral joked. The warrior gave him another nod as he walked to one of the transport ships.

Jericho flew his ship passed the blaster fire and into the hanger of the Omega ship. He again took in a step and lightly patted his chest to get his blood going getting himself ready for the fight. He bounce from foot to foot getting ready to go. He pressed on his comm-link. "To all SSC members and allies, this is Jericho I am at the hanger ready to make way. I've made no contact with any enemies yet. But en route to the main objective." The warrior commented calmly before making his way to the core. " Knight [member="Cathbodua"] , Master [member="Connor Harrison"] ? "

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If I need to edit anything let me know.

 

[Onley Xiangu]

LOCATION: Room 1
OBJECTIVE: Figure out where he’s going.
ALLIES: None yet.
ENEMIES: None yet.
[member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Mira Rekali"]

His Mother was somewhere down on the planet below - they’d split off from one another in the air, Onley’s dangerous urge to explore something that looked as if was prepared to swallow him whole and painfully digest him looming large. A battle in the air was already raging as he zig-zagged through angry pilots, narrowly missing a few shots as he rolled his one-seater over for an awkward landing in a massive hangar. It seemed to be filling fast but just as many of the rogue Sith’s ships were leaving to defend their massive weapon.

After landing he slipped out of the cockpit to the ground, sweeping his gaze over the area to get a feel of the most immediate threats, hallways, resources - anything that could be important or dangerous. He was armored, though it was nothing special - some plates of durasteel over a suit of armorweave, he was protected from spray blaster bolts and glancing blows, but was still vulnerable to the heavier things brought to battle. His lightsaber sat on his right hip, his mother’s sword on his left. She’d had no use for its electrical properties once both her arms became vulnerable to lightning and had gifted it to him.

Starting forward, he was simply trying to figure out his options - the hanger was huge and he had several directions he could go. Alert and waiting for attack on enemy territory, he stuck to cover.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfFbTC0G04o​

Location: Room 1 - Hanger
Objective: Keel foos, smash & grab, bang my wife when I get home
Allies: No one
Enemies: Most likely everyone

When an Empire dies its throes can engulf many, but as the One Sith Empire thrashed violent as its various holdings collapsed into anarchy and disarray it attracted the attention of the entire galaxy. Long forgotten secrets were finally being used against the enemies of the Sith, but to lunatics such as these the entire galaxy may as well be arrayed against their mad schemes. The man that braced himself with one hand firmly wrapped around the overhead rungs of an S-Eighty One Omicron battle shuttle once considered himself among these ranks of wastrels, but that was many moons ago. Now he worked for none but himself, all of his attention and resources being used to further his own agenda in the galaxy. But he couldn't ignore the turmoil that now posed a threat to all who lived, and as his shuttle dropped out of hyperspace alongside a flotilla of warships and fighters from all galactic governments he found himself marveling at the behemoth installation that these rogue Sith had managed to cobble together from the lost ages.

The battle had obviously been raging for some time, and the assembled forces of the galaxy had managed to punch a hole through the enemy lines just large enough for an assembly of ships like his to breach the massive vessel. The pilots in the cockpit expertly maneuvered the craft through the debris of fallen ships, evading the menagerie of other ships that all hungered for the same opportunity. A quick volley from the forward lasers made quick work of several unfortunate vessels, but a blow to the stern deflector shields caused the Sith Lord's shuttle to take evasive actions against individuals who wished the same doom upon him as he inflicted upon others just moments prior. Luckily for the Sith Lord he had prepared for such variables, and a grafted cannon emplacement on the shuttle's stern dissuaded any from taking aim at his vessel again.

The shuttle screamed past the hanger's shielding, swerving through the air in a crescent arc before swiftly settling down upon the blaster scorched floor. The Sith Lord was already on his feet and slamming his armored fist down upon the ship's ramp controls even before the shuttle had actually come to a complete stop, and the sudden movement of swerving and opening the ramp at the same time caused a gale of monstrous strength to whip through the holding area. The Sith Lord, unphased by the gale, affixed his horned helmet around his head and leapt down to the ground. He was followed by an assortment of similarly dressed Sith men and women, and one by one they activated their scarlet weapons before rushing off in a mad frenzy to do battle with anyone they could come across in the hanger.

They were but a means to an end, of course. Wretches enticed by the promise of power, glory, and prestige so long as they cut down as many combatants as they could while Carnifex discovered the worthiness of the vessel they had just infiltrated. He expected none to survive, but those that did would make a worthy offering to the Dark Side that festered within his gut. In time he too activated his lightsaber, and began a purposeful advance towards the large sealed door on the far left side of the hangerbay.

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Krenis held his helmet under his arm, double checking some of the circuitry. He was strapped to his seat, along with a small band of other Mandalorians tasked with the infiltration and acquirement of this technology, or destruction if the need arose. As such he'd been armed with a pack of explosive charges to be set on whatever he thought best. This was too strange to otherwise know what exactly to target. As an ARC trooper, they left that to his discretion. Along with those, he wore his eukar'gam and carried his Westar, beskad, double pistol set, and the new Death Rattle hard sound carbine. He was rather looking forward to trying that out.

The ship shuddered as defensive fire rocked off its hull, but the ship held true and swung into the massive hangar, dropping to the floor with a clang. Krenis shoved the helmet onto his head as the ramp dropped open. He sprinted out, hefting the blaster rifle to his shoulder and dropping to a crouch as his helmet's HUD picked up the area of the room, displaying life signs. There seemed to be quite a few of them. It was a busy place.

Krenis ran to a nearby shuttle and ducked beneath it. Sith were beginning to make their way around, but he couldn't tell which Sith. Rogue Sith, One Sith, they all seemed the same. Far as the clans were concerned, they were, and they were all meant to die, which he would hopefully help bring about this day.

[member="Darth Ignus"]

 

[Matreya]

Location: Hangar
Enemy: [member="Rylan Thatcher"]

Valashu ducked, dodged, dipped, and dived as shots rained about around him. Already the massive battle had begun, and surprisingly there was not mass numbers. There simply was a lot of singular combat, one versus another, letting their shots as they flew wherever they managed to. Diving beneath a craft, Val slid with a minor Force push assisted velocity toward the other side.

As he was moving he could see feet on the other side, heading to basically be directly between he and the door opposite himself. In a battle honed speed, Valashu grabbed his bow then jerked the arm forward, forcing the seperated segments to align properly. Before he finished the slide he had an arrow knocked, the cable drawn taut.

Seemingly appearing from nowhere, Matreya's killing instinct kicked in. None around him were allies. All were opponents, or potential victims. The Assassin of the Jensaarai-Ka was ready. He was rearing. His target would soon enough see that he faced a true assassin, a true combatant.

With time seeming to move at a snails pace, thanks adrenaline, Valashu swung the bow about freely, pulled even further on the cable as he lined his shot then loosed it. His mid-draw was potent enough to puncture durasteel. This? This was a different matter all together. He couldn't gauge in such short time the armor the other person wore, if any. But it was likely that an unarmored person would see this arrow first protrude from their chest before sprouting free to continue its flight.

In the time it took to loose one arrow, already his hand was moving to draw another free of the quiver at his hip (placed there for the fastest, most fluid draw).

 

[Kami Meran]

(no idea what im doing)
Location Hanger
objective find out what the hell im doing.
Alies. ?
Enemy. inexperience

Kami arrived ant instantly had no friggin idea what she was doing.
thankfully there was one obvious thing to do fire at the Sith.
" Guys why do sith always dress like Narlakan hookers? all leather and exposed skin." she yelled oppening fire
" That is when they arn't doing that Muff fummp puff fifff thing. " she said breaking in to a run for the door. covering those arround her.

 

[Leora]

Location: Hangar
Objective: Secure Information
Enemy: [member="Krenis Skirata"]

A single RAL flitted its way into the hangar of the Omega. The ship landed swiftly, deployed its ramp and opened the hatch to reveal a green skinned Mirialan, dressed in the reasonable garb one would expect of a Sith. Mere robes, but then he hadn't quite gotten his armor perfected yet. The testing stages were still being implemented, and he wasn't about to wear it out again after the last time he'd done so. A single Hssiss had nearly taken his arm off by chomping down on his bracer. That hadn't been the most fun situation in the world and he was in no hurry to repeat it now. Though at least he'd be dealing with people who weren't likely to be biting him.

On his hips were two Sith Swords, in his pocket a whetstone, and tucked inside his robes was his lightsaber. Not a massive amount of gear, by any means, but usually enough for him considering he didn't often engage in combat with anyone. Having been deployed, the RAL lifted off swiftly and jetted out of the hangar to go make another retrieval at the vessel it had come from. Leos would pay it no further mind as he surveyed the hangar. There was plenty of danger to be found here.

Nearby a Mandalorian was firing arrows at someone. In the distance he could feel a powerful darkside presence, but an unfamiliar one. Likely a Sith from one of the lesser orders: the orders of chaos and worthlessness. He didn't care. It wasn't really his intent to fight anyone, but little did he know that Krenis Skirata had other plans for him. The Mandalorian was out for Sith blood, and he certainly fit that bill. He could feel the eyes on him as he walked, and it caused him to stop and turn to look towards the ship that the Mandalorian had moved beneath. There he spotted him, and lofted his brow.

"Your disdain for me is patently obvious," he said after a moment. "This machine we stand within threatens the entire galaxy and yet you seem more interested in doing away with me than it. Why?"

He could feel the hatred wafting off the man. In some respects it was delicious, but Leos was too calm to give in to that feeling, to feed on that power. It just wouldn't have fit who he was.

 

[Velok the Younger]

LOCATION: Hangar, ducking into Room 6
ALLIES: [member="Onley Xiangu"]
ENEMIES: [member="Mira Rekali"]

An old Sith Empire shuttle grated to a halt just shy of the back wall. The hangar had already been crowded when the incursion began; now the pileups and cramps were getting severe. The faster he got out of here, the better.

He homed in on a mildly familiar presence, one of his newer associates, an armored human male taking cover nearby. "With me, Xiangu," he whuffled, claws rasping on the deck. His ragged gray robe snagged on something metallic and tore. With a grumbling Whiphid curse, he ducked into a narrow corridor in the centre of the back wall. He glanced back at the hangar, leery of getting shot in the back, and cracked the first door that came along. Some kind of mechanical parts storage, pallets along the right wall and around a bend. As good a place as any to get his bearings and catch his breath. That landing had been rough, and even though this room was only a few dozen metres from where he'd skidded to a halt, age was catching up with him.

His nostrils flared: a scent, and not one he entirely liked. A scent more spiritual than physical. Jedi.

Well, he'd had a light lunch anyway.

 

[Iroatas]

Location: Hangar. --> Moving to Room 3 / Computer Storage.
Allies: @First Order.
Enemies: People in the way.

War waged outside of his shuttle.

War and death consumed them all.

The once Sith Knight, now Knight of Ren nodded his head as he pulled his too large hood over his head. Great battles waged in this system.

Many deaths already.

The Upsilon Shuttle was preparing a landing. On its way into the OMEGA it had shook, plenty, no doubt struck by stray bolts here and there, but other than that, relatively unscathed.

Iroatas, had arrived on OMEGA.

Tvarka Ren would complete the Supreme Leader's will.

The ramp of the shuttle came down, and out came the ten foot behemoth, silver lightclub shining on a belt that matched the colour of his cloak and armour.

Off to his right were crates, beyond that was a door that he could barely see.

He walked that way.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

As he strode forward, Rylan felt a tugging at the back of his mind, and his brow creased as a result. Turning with almost inhuman speed, he noticed the arrow speeding toward him, right as it embedded itself in his shoulder. His armor held up for the most part, but it was enough to leave a pointed dent, which bruised him somewhat. Looking to find the source, he saw a man clad in green, another arrow readied and aimed at him. Nodding in his acknowledgement, Rylan cocked his rifle and fired a few testing rounds at his attacker, hoping to gauge his combat skill. Now that the archer had his attention, it was unlikely that he would pull off getting another arrow inside him, unless he had a few tricks up his sleeve. Rylan himself had never faced off against someone wielding a bow before, but he was keen enough to figure that there was more to it than what his eyes saw. Offering a small smirk, he prepared to play the game. "Sweet looking gear", he called over. "Let's see how well it holds up." He quickly assessed that if the archer were to utilize his skill proficiently, he would need to be agile and quick, something Rylan would not be able to match with his rifle slung. Making a judgement call, he set the weapon down in favor of the tri-barreled pistol at his side, grasping it and making sure it was fully loaded.

[member="Valashu Elahad"]

 

[Matreya]

Location: Hangar
Enemy: [member="Rylan Thatcher"]

Dented, meaning the arrow fell. Valashu noted its placement for later pick up. He had a finite amount of arrows.

Loosing the next arrow, seeking the mans sternum, Valashu instantly swirled the bow about... and bashed the first few shots his way toward the distance. One or two managed to slip past his defenses, as let's be honest, he was facing a rifle. They fired fast. So as he fought the rounds back, he relished the challenge - if he used Boost as well, there would have been none. Zero.

At the last test round, he purposely let it slip past defenses, though it did little harm as he let it push his own trajectory further. He dove backward, placing a hand on the ground as he flipped, using the placement to launch skyward with a heavy thrust. His strength luckily was much higher than a humans, thanks to his genetic makeup. So his light weight was sent high, over the length of his own height. He landed on sturdy footing atop a star fighter wing.

Already though another arrow was knocked, ready for use, "This? It is the product of two of the greatest alchemists in history. It will hold." He called back, then loosed another arrow, aiming for the right clavicle. Then while his opponent was focused on dodging, or whatever, Valashu would slide a grenade head up the shaft of another arrow, prep it, then knock it as well.

 

[Cathbodua]

Location: Hanger Crate going near room 3
Allies: [member="Jericho"] [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: [member="Kami Meran"] (engaging) [member="Rylan Thatcher"] [member="Valashu Elahad"] (roller trap from earlier)
Role: White Mage

The jedi looked at what was happening and a whole lot of people were here now, some she could see near the small trap she had set up with the rollers and one mandalroian who seemed as lost as she was. Not one usually for direct combat she figured best to get what sith were able to maybe muster a force. She waited a moment as it seemed two came by and one of the most important aspects was to try and heal the injured if they needed it while still not well completely maiming all of them but the second was make sure that no one who wasn't on the side of her and Jericho could possibly use such a weapon when she pressed a button to detonate the roller droids she had set out earlier. To try and catch the pair off guard with an explosion and debris for a welcome to Omega. She looked towards Jericho and motioned with her head as he spoke. "we'll handle what we can but prepare to move up, we want to stop this thing and the two of us are built to out endure most of the ones here." She said it looking at the mandalorian and went for the next thing she could use the magnetic caltrops in her pouch holding several in her hand before she was rushing between cover and tossed them at the armored woman roaming around. The optical camo of the icnoiq body armor activating in the shadows while the small magnetic devices went to try and adhere to her armor and detonate.

 

[Kami Meran]

Location hanger
objective try to look cool
Alie [member="Cathbodua"]
Enemy Sith

" Lyth's doctor friend right? Lets say we have similar objectives. " Kami said taking cover as the jedi attacked.
" You guys could use a bastard om your side and ive no love for sith." she admitted pulling out her Ksurigama
ans spinning the weight ed voidsteel end to entangle the jedi's feet to prevent her attack.
best not kill potential alies

 

[Krenis Skirata]

[member="Darth Ignus"]

Krenis raised an eyebrow as the Sith talked to him. Normal talking, even. No monologues in strange voices with delusions of grandeur. This one seemed strangely normal. Perhaps he was a new initiate to the cult. He kept the rifle to his shoulder, but prepared himself to change weapons if need arose. If he was unusual, his blaster might be enough.

"Hate?" Krenis asked, "That's a rather strong word for it. Call it a professional dislike if you will." He stepped away from the shuttle hull, moving carefully toward the crates, edging along them. "And it's nothing personal. You're a threat."

He took another step back, checking his HUD. Battles were beginning to break out all around them and individuals were making their way towards the hangar exits. He noted a few other Vod scattered around, engaging in their own battles.

Krenis marked the distance to the closest door. "So if you surrender, kick your weapons away, and assent to be stunned, we can end this."

But then, the Sith mentality was what dragged the galaxy into these wars. Dominance and superiority, that anyone not them was beneath them. He switched his HUD to x-ray, assessing the Sith. No metal armor. Two swords and a lightsaber. Fairly lightly equipped, but likely had tricks up his sleeve. They always did.

Krenis ticked off his supplies in his mind. He had enough, that he could take this one. The equipment was meant for more dangerous Sith, with heavy armor and more weapons. But no use getting reckless yet. It was still better to be cautious. He flicked the safety off his rifle, just in case.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Location: Main Hangar
Allies: N/A
Enemies: [member="Valashu Elahad"]

Watching as the man expertly maneuvered some of the blaster fire, then leaped to the wing of a nearby starfighter, Rylan deduced the man had to be force sensitive. His own senses were dulled, so he hadn't sensed it in his opponent before, but now the fact was obvious. So, that was his edge. Well, Rylan had been acclimated to a higher gravity than most, having spent close to a year in those conditions. He didn't need the augmentation of the force to match the man's agility. Dodging to the side, he let the arrow fly past him as he kept his eyes on the archer, watching as he seemed to slip something onto the next arrow, some sort of sleeve. Whatever the mod was, it couldn't be good for his well-being. So, he did what any sane person would do. He began walking toward the man, unleashing slug fire from his pistol, squeezing the trigger rapidly, hoping to throw the man off balance. Basic durasteel rounds may have had little to no effect on the armor, but perhaps he could knock the arrow from his grasp...

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Hangar Bay
Allies: Ner vode, etc.
Enemies: Come at me, kids.
Role: Murder puppy.

The dropship screamed as a constant stream of point defense laser fire broke down its shields. It had nearly nothing left to give as the pilot punched through and pierced the hangar bay with his last effort. Those within knew the nature of his sacrifice before he they saw the impact coming. His body was as ragged as his breath, and the blood that was smeared across his face sang silent epitaph to his noble deed. Alkor glanced toward the man only once, but that one time was more than enough. "Ni kar'taylir gar kyr'am darasuum, vod." He uttered the words beneath his breath as the durasteel flooring encroached on their field of vision. The time for sentiment had quickly past, and the time to act was upon them.

"Everyone, out."

The former Jen'jidai threw himself from the ship first, wreathed in the tattered cloak of his former station. He wore a shotgun at his back and a saberstaff at his hip, a memorial to times gone by. This would be one of the few times where he assumed his place as an Assassin, not a Mandalorian. He would use the skills from his former life to profit the new family he had been given. Whatever they decided to do with this monstrous device, Alkor hardly cared.

All he wanted to do was win it for them.

He rolled quickly to his feet and gripped the Jedi weapon at his side. Already the heat of war was in this place. Both snow white blades exploded into existence as he immediately picked up stride and headed for the innards of the superweapon. He glanced back for [member="Keira Ticon"], mildly interested in where the woman might have landed. She was more armored than he was, but then, she was far more comfortably in the dress of their people than he was.

Their people. That was such a foreign concept, still. "Looks like the party started without us," he mused. Their ship had already caught fire, and the fuel cell was scarily close to ignition. "We ought to get a move on," he warned the woman. "This thing is going to blow, and I would rather be out of the hangar before that happens."