Invasion [GA | DE] Operation Shadow Hand | GA Defense of Tython, Empress Teta, & Prakith

[Jonyna Si]

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Tag: Jin Kyrel Taam Moghul
Gear: In bio, Jonyna's loadout
<Catharese> "Basic"

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Detritus quickly would disengage from the lock, a hand left for the woman to meet, whose strike would be stopped by the Force. In his saber hand would Detritus crash against the man, attempting to bring his sword downwards in a lock along with his saber.

The Master of Ren was trapped holding off two blows. He didn't process the third strike, but he did process burning pain right through his flesh. His stone stance felt wobbly, as the burn turned into a raging inferno of excruciating pain. Detritus stared at both foes through furious, yellow eyes as the pain quickly turned to anger. They had struck him, he could barely stand. He could feel the blade go through his right foot as moments felt like an eternity among howling winds, and roaring thunder.

The Jedi had the Master of Ren against a rock, trying to hold off two lethal strikes, a momentary stalemate emerged. But Jonyna and that blessed prehensile tail, nudged the scales to their side when her lightsaber suddenly ignited and drove into their foe's foot. So close now to the dread Ren, Taam could see the pain refined into even more rage in the pale yellow gaze of his enemy.

Holding agianst the Ren's saber, Taam added a measure of the Force to help push it back and freed one hand from his sword's hilt. Simultaneously, the wooden-handled lightsaber at his side flew to his grip and ignited. With a strong thrust, the green blade was driven against the orbalisks covering the Ren's body.

<Unatumia nguvu zako, nguvu zako. Unafanya kama inakupa faida. Na bado unasahau, wewe sio mwenye nguvu. Mimi.> Jonyna stood tall, as the man held her blade back. He assumed his strength would allow him to overpower her. He assumed that he would be able to tower over her.

He thought wrong. Jonyna had figured it out. She'd fought plenty of foes, and she had an eye for detail now. Rising to her feet, she channeled the Force through her blade. She stood an inch taller than him, and Taam taller than that. She outclassed him in weight as well, she could feel it. She brought Liz back, a flash of lighting striking the blade, and then Jonyna arching it to hit Taam's blade as well. They were a team. And this was their victory. She brought Liz down once more onto the hand that blocked her, dropping a hand and igniting Lucy as well once more, slashing at the other leg to finally fell the mountain before her.

 

[Jin Kyrel]

Location: Tython, Kaleth Temple
Allies: NSO, Knights of Ren, Dark Side Elite
Enemies:Jedi: Taam Moghul Jonyna Si
Equipment: Ren Lightsaber, Orbalisk Armor

Detritus truly was cornered between his foes. Given fully to the rage brought upon by the parasites that had ravaged his body, he quickly found himself holding down one blade with the sheer might of the Force, and the other blade was held down in a downward lock against the angry, crackling blade of his. He gritted his teeth in pain, frustration and anger as he felt teeth dig deeper to add more to his struggle against the Jedi adversaries that were so proving more troublesome. Pain overwhelmed the Master of Ren as he felt his stance overwhelmed, shaken by the blow brought about by the Jedi Woman. His legs shook, while that same pain mixed with rage prevented Detritus from falling to the ground.

His burning gaze bore into both of them, angry glances often switching back between both the Woman and her Mate. Detritus defiantly kept his stonewalled stance, delaying what seemed to be the inevitable. Quickly did it shift as the Jedi Man would use his strength to break the lock, switching his hand and igniting a lightsaber ready to strike. Detritus quickly would bring his saber back around aimed to block, his gaze quickly shifted back to the woman as he sensed her deadly intent.

Among his struggling stance could he see lightning be called forth to her. Weight was shifting, his might was starting to become overwhelmed by the woman. He had to act quickly as a lightning charged saber was heading for his armor, a secondary strike aimed for his foot. Detritus allowed his hulking fury mix with the pain that coursed through his veins. Teeth digging into him, burning pain gnawing at him. It appeared as if he had lost in a singular moment.

Quickly in an act of desperation. Detritus didn’t hope to win through sheer might, but through the simultaneous strike did pain and rage collide. All sense of self gone as the Orbalisks carried the Ren’s mind into a berserker state. Dark side energy built up in one struggling stance, all built up ready to be unleashed.

“RAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!” Detritus could no longer the crescendo of rage and pain, built through the dark side did it all came back as energy. As the two Jedi dared to strike in that same moment came a furious roar. This time a wave of dark energy came spreading out, manifesting into a shockwave of repulse that would cracked the ground, and with such force of speed that it would send anyone and anything flying back. The ground started to shake and crumble from the release of dark energies bottled up from the stand off.

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Aris Noble Spirit of Valor Zaiya Ceti

As they arrived, Braze was already on his feet, standing atop the back seat poised for action. He was ready to make the leap on to the ship and did so with out needing any cues from the others. Upon landing on the platform he rolled out and popped up on to his feet gracefully having broken the fall, now adjacent to the ship's docking area, his attention quickly turned to the well-being of his team.

A humanoid figure in white looking armour offered a hand to assist any one up on to the ship, latching on to a hand rail with it's opposing hand.

"We need to consider moving out of danger's reach. Does anyone know if Jasper has arranged for off-planet transport?" Braze inquired to Pyf, all while cradling his injured hand. "Aris's condition seems critical; his hearing might be compromised," he observed with concern, then added, "We're also responsible for a civilian, Zayia."

His voice, despite his evident pain, conveyed a sense of urgency. "Remaining here might become impossible if there's an orbital strike," he noted.

It was at this juncture that Aether, the humanoid-shaped being that looked like a droid adorned in a cloak of pristine white with gold accents, stepped forward with the grace and assurance of a devoted caretaker. "Good day to you all," he greeted warmly. "I couldn't help but overhear. It seems we have some injuries among us. Master Aris, Master Braze, your bravery is indeed commendable, yet it appears you've both endured quite the ordeal."

As Aether's gaze swept over the group, his concern deepened, particularly when his optics narrowed on Braze. Approaching with a mix of urgency and reproach, Aether focused on Braze's injured arm. "Master Braze, while your valor is beyond question, I must express my concern over your neglect for personal safety," Aether admonished gently, yet firmly. "This injury requires immediate attention. Neglect could result in complications that are as avoidable as they are unwelcome."

Aether gently motioned for Aris to sit, indicating his intent to assess the damage without causing further distress. "Master Aris," he began, though aware Aris might not fully grasp his words.

 

[Valery Noble]

RUINS OF AKAR KESH

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

This was her shot.

The plan was executed flawlessly — her body had phased through the Emperor, causing a moment of imbalance, and her husband had ensnared him at the same time with chains of light to set up her attack. Her body spun, her muscles tensed and the Force screamed, as she swept her blade in for a decisive blow. With any other Sith Lord, this would have been their undoing, but with the Sith'ari, it was too good to be true.

With a snap of his wrist, he turned his hand and caught her blade, halting her momentum. The hot plasma screamed and sparked against the dark siphon that kept her blade's lethal energy from burning him, and no matter how much strength Valery forced into the clash, his grip would not falter.

A jerk of his arm sent Valery to the side, as she lost her balance and was forced to quickly roll into her fall to mitigate the impact. Her blade disengaged so it wouldn't burn her instead, and with a few scratches and some light bruising, she rolled back up to her feet, crouched down and with her fiery gaze intently focused on him, "You underestimate the Jedi's strength. It's why you failed and why your New Sith Order crumbled."

Her lightsaber ignited again, casting her face in violet light, "And it's why it'll crumble again." Seeing his attempt to draw her husband closer, Valery felt an inferno burning in her heart, and projected her strength through the glowing ember of her eyes. She tightened her grip on her lightsaber and advanced forward like a lightning bolt. She wanted to split his attention between the two of them, and lashed out with a series of quicker strikes.

She knew it wouldn't be enough on its own, but she could create opportunities for her husband as well.

Kahlil Noble Darth Solipsis ​

 

[Lily Decoria]

Objective 3: Clash at Kaleth
Equipment: Crossguard Lightsaber, Echani Energy Shields, Hydrangea Mooblade (strapped to her thigh under her tasset)
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Tag: Amena Kader

When Amena came at Lily again, this time with Djem So, Lily adapted and moved from the very defensive of Soresu and used the duelling capabilities of Makashi. She was combining techniques and adapting swifter than a standard Padawan with her level of training. It was highlighting the natural skills of an Echani fighter and the ease of learning new techniques as well as the dedication that Lily had pushed herself through. She was dedicated to training, specifically combat training far more than the usual Jedi. She often did this at the detriment of her Force training. Something that was not as easy for Lily to use.

Parrying the blows from Amena, Lily was attacking as much as she was blowing. It was far more tiring but it would be harder for Amena to get Djem So as strong a form if she was unable to keep the offensive going. This was her strategy, counter the flaws, see where the cracks in another fighter's armour was. Doing this was very draining and Lily did have to keep track of her stamina as best as she could but to ensure this non-Sith allied opponent didn't step any further, she needed to give it everything she could.

"Whatever the reason you are here for aligns with the Sith and their revenge. I won't allow it." Lily grunted, "being here now, fighting us. You are no different to them, you just deceive yourself into thinking you are better." Seeing the pressure to take an easier way out but allowing Amena to progress, she refused. Instead, she pulled out the second Lightsaber and ignited a single blade, shorter than her first Lightsaber and used that to aid her fighting.

She would not let Amena progress. She was the line.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Kaleth Temple
Interacting with: Aris Noble | Braze | [ Spirit of Valor

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Between ensuring the speeder maintained its course and avoiding collision with the ship's ramp, Zaiya's anxiety reached new heights. Her heart raced within her chest, its pounding nearly drowning out the roar of the cargo speeder's engine. If not for that noise, she was certain Braze and Aris Noble would have heard her heartbeat echoing in the tense air.

Only the intermittent touch of Aris's hand kept Zaiya grounded and focused amid the chaos. Unlike her companions, she lacked the training to perform feats of extraordinary agility and speed. This realization weighed heavily on her, highlighting her vulnerability in the midst of the chaos. She felt a sense of helplessness, wishing she could contribute more or stand independently. These thoughts manifested as a swirling array of pale yellow, flecked with hues of grey and lavender, with an undertone of silver-tinged annoyance directed inward.

As Braze successfully leaped onto the ship's ramp, Zaiya redirected her attention to Aris. His outstretched hand beckoned to her, prompting a surge of anxiety marked by pale yellow hues rippling across her skin. Uncertainty clouded her expression, unsure of how this would go. It was the same expression Zaiya saw in Aris's green eyes, but what made her pause was another emotion entirely. Trust.

Right. Focus on what I do know. Aris is strong, fast, and able to jump far.

"Okay... okay," With a determined swallow and a flare of dark orange hues flecked with a blue glow, Zaiya mentally prepared herself, mustering courage for what lay ahead. There was no room for hesitation, only reliance on trust. She nodded twice in quick succession, psyching herself up for the impending leap.

Gripping Aris's hand firmly, she placed her faith in the principles of chaos theory and physics, believing that they would adhere to their established laws and keep the cargo speeder in motion, even if she released the accelerator. With swift movements, she lifted her legs and positioned her feet on the seat, her vibrant locks billowing in the wind as her chandelier earrings danced wildly. Stretching out her free hand, she reached for Aris, who readily grasped it in return.

As their speeder maintained its course, the urgency of their situation pressed upon them. Time was of the essence. A figure in white extended their arm, offering assistance in boarding the ramp. Yet, the prospect of reaching out while both vehicles remained in motion was daunting, instilling a sense of fear within Zaiya.

"Ready!" Zaiya yelled at him so he would see, iridescent blue eyes staring up at the situation with uncertainty but utter trust that Aris would do his best to help her.

He promised never to let her feel alone -- and he's kept it.

Spoiler: Gear

Robe and cool jewelry | BCA - Solid State Hologram Tool Band | The Babysitter Droid AKA - Nana *Zapped for now

 

[Taam Moghul]

Objective 3: Clash at Kaleth
Gear: Kta Dom Lya, Lightsaber, Robes of the Wayward, Armored Jacket
Allies: Jonyna Si
Opponent: Jin Kyrel

The standoff crept on moment by moment, the Force in both its aspects employed with tremendous power, straining as those of the Light strove to bring down the one engulfed in Darkness. The angry growl of the Ren grew louder and more intense as the Jedi pressed him, while the thick corded muscle of the male and female Cathar's did not relent in their effort to topple their adversary.

Then Jonyna burst into action. The Force-umbued songsteel katana lifted, a bright, sizzling streak of lighting snapping to the blade, then arcing to Kta Dom Lya in Taam's hand as it pushed against the Ren's fierce saber. With Jonyna's lightsaber poised to take the foe's legs out from under him, and Taam's aimed to strike his armored body, it seemed the Darkside warrior's fate was sealed, even as his yellow eyes fumed with anger and his voice rung out in a cry of pain and rage.

The blast that eminated from the Master of Ren caught Taam full on, so close to his opponent. He was thrown back even as the earth rippled beneath him before the dark wave. His armored robe and coat prevented the most injurious effects of the dark blast, but Taam was blown back more than a dozen meters. Debris was cast along with the blast, stones and dirt flying out from the Ren in a rippling pattern.

Taam employed the Force to finally catch himself, hitting the ground on his feet and bringing his sliding momentum to a final halt. His chest ached with each breath, battered by the blast. His brain had been rattled. Taam snatched at the Force to clear his mind again for battle. Eyes squinted to see the enemy through the settling dust. He could not relent, they could not relent.

Quickly finding his footing, Taam leveled the empowered broadsword, pointing it at the Darksider, arcs of electricity dancing along its blade again as it held onto Jonyna's lightning. This time, he unleased that stored lightning energy melded within Kta's inherent darkness-searing Golden Flash. The brilliantly bright white and golden. The bulwark of Darkness that was the Master of Ren had resisted such attacks well, but that enemy was now wounded and consumed by pain and rage.

 

[Darth Howl]

Ko Vuto​

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Howl crushed the first stones with his mind midflight but he was not yet powerful enough to keep track of them all. His laughter died when something sharp struck the acolyte's breathing device. Helium leaked each time he used it in a mechanical wheeze. Soon he would begin to feel lightheaded as his body struggled to compensate. More impacts inflicted pain yet those were just distractions for an acrobatic assault.

The Sith twisted a ring on the hilt of his whip and its containment field reshaped plasma energy into a conventional saber. Darth Howl blocked the incoming strike and quickly counterattacked to prevent Ko from taking advantage of his dual blades. He channeled anger into each slash using the Juyo technique 'Vornskr's Ferocity' in retaliation.

"The sages never told you the truth," his voice sounded strange through a broken mask, "About what happened to your brother."

 

[Thomas Barran]

6th Post

-TERROR PREVAILS-

THE_BLOODHOUND
GREAT KHAN OF THE SCAR HOUNDS
WARLORD OF RHIGAR & MAR'ZAMBUL
DIVINE CHAMPION OF MOTHER REBIRTH

Tags
Friend: Ardana Vorco Arminius Kroeger Maestus
Minako Aoki-Barran KN-967 TK-818 Kazian Blackwood
Jon Hojkstra Sahar Rath Nihro Salvor Thul

Foe: Ashley Nevermore Gress D'ran Makai Dashiell
Casteel Mer'taal Lycus Merita Alicio Organa
Silas Westgard Damian Du Couteau I'dadr Gargon Ruus Kote
Vo Pandyn Shev Skirata Anakwor Farlorn

A NEW CENTURY, A NEW TERROR II: ULTRAVIOLENT BEGINNINGS - PART 10

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GREYZONE OUTPOSTS,
BATTLEFRONT: NORTH,
CINNEGAR, EMPRESS TETA (901 ABY)

-DARKHANS VI-

'INCOMIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!'

WOOOOOOOSH-
BOOOOOM
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Almost a minute after the warbeasts were unleashed on Cinnegar's northern districts, it would only be a matter of time before the Darkhans incurred a comparatively-aggressive response, as any self-respecting conventional army would; fortunate was the Khanate then that the warbeasts and the smoke-diminished visibility had changed the directions of quite a few responding shells, energy-rays and the sort, forcing the defenders into adopting indirect-fire tactics in the midst of increasing targeting concerns. Both a blesseing and blight equally, though in the Mawsworn view, it would feel much more like the latter than the former, as with all things warfare on conventional battlefronts.

'HEADS DOWN, ASPIRANTS!!!! MOTHER REBIRTH ISN'T FINISHED WITH YOU YET!!!!'

<"Dust to Dreamer! Branchlurkers have made it through on the far-eastern flank, but we lost more than a fair few to make it happen! We need more Warbeasts!">

<"Settle your soul, Dust! I only want you kicked up when we're face-to-face with these karkers, and besides - its the ones that break through that make the difference. You know the rule,"Matter without tech is difficult lock-on material", OPFOR's gonna be having a tough time of it either way.">

<"Copy that, Ulusar! Standing by for further orders.">​

Firepower that often-defied the very essence of warfighting convention itself, crashing and exploding so heavily that convention's very definition could be challenged - by soldier and commander alike.

WOOOOOOOSH-
BOOOOOM​

'Sweet Avatars, that one was too close for comfort!'

Locked in with the foes on the other side of the Grey-Zone, locking horns the old way once and for all, Dreamer knew all too well what was running through the minds of his subordinates, but in those desperate, life-or-death suggestions, little gems of brilliance could be found. As Dreamer himself couldn't deny that the recent attack had given plenty in the way of precedents for a third wave, especially for the added Warbeasts his subordinate wanted specifically, and for as long as their foes' return-fire barrages persisted, that necessity would only intensify further for every impact that landed within the Grey-Zone and the Khanate's span of control alike. It was enough to consider by then, and far beyond the point of easy dismissal, and within moments became an undeniable eventually in the mind of the Dreamer.

<"Tell ya what, though.... I like the idea of a third wave, this I cannot deny - leave it with me.">
<"Copy that, Ulusar! Anything we can do while we wait?">
<"Negative, continue as you were before! Dreamer - out!">

WOOOOOSH-
BOOOOOOOOOOM
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Clenching teeth behind the mask, Dreamer couldn't help but feel like he was also forcing himself to push for a third wave - made all the worse by the fact the Khanate were likely to exfil at a moment's notice.

<"Dreamer to Ghoul-">
<"-I know what you want, my old friend.... But you know I'll need to ask our Khan for permission.">

<"Well, get to it then. We haven't got all day, ya know?">
<"Fine.... Leave it with me. Ghoul - out!">​

Whether the Great-Khan would allow a third wave, however, was anyone's guess at that point of the engagement, and for all the progress that a third wave was expected to achieve, Dreamer Darkhan knew the last say would always rest with the one holding all the keys to the Warbeasts' cages. One of the many expected complications to waging war with the faction's leader at the helm, though the Renegade-Chiss himself knew there was no finer leader in wartime, remembering all that Barran had achieved in bringing an end to rivals and opposing factions alike, beheading the proverbial snake by killing his father and sending his brother into a 5-year-long Bacta Coma. A rare sort of conviction of which Dreamer knew would be needed in the hereafter as much as it was twenty years before, and despite every little complication, the prophet-raider himself was more grateful for Thomas than ever before.

<"We're good to go, Dreamer. Expect another drop soon from Logistics Command.">
<"YUUUUUUUUUUS!!!! LETS FETHING GO!!!!">

A NEW CENTURY, A NEW TERROR II: ULTRAVIOLENT BEGINNINGS - PART 11

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MARIMA BOULEVARD,
BATTLEFRONT: NORTH,
CINNEGAR, EMPRESS TETA (901 ABY)

'So.... Ummm.... What we gonna send out? I noticed you brought the-'
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Quick to interrupt and catch Ghoul Darkhan in the flow of a growing ramble, Thomas almost-immediately understood what matter his Atrisian friend was prodding at, interjecting,'-Yes, Ghoul. We're sending out our last Moon Children. Anything mutated or chemically-conditioned will belong to other Mawsworn elements in the future - or the Dark Empire.... For us, the Scar Hounds don't even need humanoid experiments any more. If the Moon Children perish, they vanish into memory, an' besides - nothing so feralized was ever meant to survive.', in the effort to save them both time and coy-shame alike. The topic of the Moon Children had become a matter of contention over the decades since the last great war, even gaining notoriety among the clans of the Scar Hounds as far back as the few years following the Annihilation of Exegol, thus in his bid to put the matter to rest, the tortured souls of the Moon Children would finally be put to rest in turn.

'Agr- oh, Great Khan - you've got incoming Comm-Link traffic.... From Tython, the Matriarch calls.'

[Message (2)]
<"Play.">

Lets see what Mercy's doing there, hm?
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The first message had recorded quite clearly, though there was static in the background, but what Mercy had said was clear enough in the Great-Khan's ear-piece to leave no room for countering interpretation; the Matriarch was there with the intent to assassinate the Dark Emperor, and there was no way anyone would be in a position to talk her out of it, leading Thomas to believe the second message would be far more foreboding than the first. So much that the Great-Khan's heartrate even began to skip a little, certainly rising in tempo for all the Matriarch's intentions had implied, and with all the potential risks incurred from a dominant Imperial dynasty in the making, it was a good thing that the Bloodhound's golden-skull mask hid his true, fearful reaction.

However, much to the Bloodhound's relief, and in crystal-clarity, his mentor called off her hunt in the understanding it wouldn't be possible to achieve - sensing Mercy's resistance to going in half-cocked in the attempt.

'Hoooo...... Sweet Mother Rebirth, This war's gonna be the death o' me.'

Relaxing, little by little, (even with the impending actions of the city's defenders considered) Barran steadily began to focus again, drawing his mind into the poise for which he was renowned, and as a result, drawing the Bloodhound to his final, stay-or-go decision. Thomas knew that some would have reservations either way, as both contrasting decisions would appear suicidal in the eyes of certain subordinates, comrades and allies alike, though as for whether the Great-Khan cared or not, this was any Mawite's guess. It seemed by then to be the only viable option for the Dark-Imperials and their Khanate vassals, and for as long as there were Stormtroopers and Marauders alike remaining on the ground, in the streets of Cinnegar itself, the only option that remained to them was to fight their way out - and Barran was adamant to leave nothing but rubble and devastation behind.

Cinnegar had her chance, thus Empress Teta would need to suffer on without her jewel of a city.

<"Khan, I'm heading back to your position! Spindly out!">
Ah, my paramour....
We need another little sojourn away, jus' us two.

But these damn Coruscantine freaks jus' keep getting in the way.

<"All Mawsworn, all Dark Imperials! I understand that this planet presents something of a struggle here.... But I don't want to leave, nor do I have anything rembling a suicidal streak here either. Thus it has come to mind that we should stick around, lay claim an' strip this cursed city of her resources. In other words - whether the GADF think they won or not, we ought to rearm and take the fight to the locals once again, an' again, an' again, an' again..... We force them to bleed for every street until Cinnegar ceases to exist as a city.... What say ye? WHAT SAY YE?!?!">

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[Jonyna Si]

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Tag: Taam Moghul Jin Kyrel
Equipment: See Bio
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“RAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!” Detritus could no longer the crescendo of rage and pain, built through the dark side did it all came back as energy. As the two Jedi dared to strike in that same moment came a furious roar. This time a wave of dark energy came spreading out, manifesting into a shockwave of repulse that would cracked the ground, and with such force of speed that it would send anyone and anything flying back. The ground started to shake and crumble from the release of dark energies bottled up from the stand off.

She thought it was over. She thought they had him on the ropes. Suddenly, she was sent flying backwards. No. She needed to keep the offensive. Her feet exploded with flame, sending her once more forward towards the supposed sith. Sheathing Liz, she switched her hand to Paul, the Lightsaber Pistol flicking open and unleashing a torrent of bolts as she closed the distance, each bolt empowered with the force, and sparking with electricity. She hoped with the overwhelming amount of bolts flying at him, he couldn't focus enough to block them all.

Quickly finding his footing, Taam leveled the empowered broadsword, pointing it at the Darksider, arcs of electricity dancing along its blade again as it held onto Jonyna's lightning. This time, he unleased that stored lightning energy melded within Kta's inherent darkness-searing Golden Flash. The brilliantly bright white and golden. The bulwark of Darkness that was the Master of Ren had resisted such attacks well, but that enemy was now wounded and consumed by pain and rage.

All the while, as she once more closed the distance, Lucy was swung in an Falling Leaf maneuver that she had trained with Ko Vuto in. Using her own rocketing momentum, she planned to overpower with a final strike, following up just after Taam's attack. She wouldn't have another mistake like before, rather comboing with him. They were a team.

This Empire would fall.

 

[Jin Kyrel]

Location: Tython, Kaleth Temple
Allies: NSO, Knights of Ren, Dark Side Elite
Enemies: Jedi: Jonyna Si Taam Moghul
Equipment: Ren Lightsaber, Orbalisk Armor

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Detritus would be left panting for breath as debris blew in all directions. The wave of dark side energy unleashed in a repulse, had provided some much needed respite. His body burned, muscles ached, bones stiffening for he felt his rage burning itself out. He had sent both Cathar Jedi flying back. A crackling blade once held within a tightened grasp, had now clung loosely to bruised, and tired fingertips that were quickly losing strength. Detritus dare ran on sheer willpower and dark side energy empowered by the Orbalisks, yet even as he felt energy being fed to and from host and parasite did he feel his strength start to wane against his adversaries.

His once rocky stance now stood shaken, his legs once as mighty as durasteel had felt wobbly almost jelly-like. He wouldn’t go down. If he was going down, he demanded that one would suffer along with him. A cough expelled from his chest a drop of blood, his gaze switching back between the two Jedi as the Master of Ren could barely stand. The thunder rumbled, winds intensifying, rain enveloping him mixing with the blood and dirt of a ruined surface. What happened now, would have to be a move that Detritus would make count. Even Jedi Knights cannot hold indefinitely against the consuming darkness.

His crackling saber hummed, even as his burning blade was pelted with drops of rain that sizzled upon landing. His furious gaze watched firstly as the woman would shoot at him. Detritus with his shaken, weakened arm would block a few shots, one would cause his saber to fly from his grasp. The next shot had pierced through an Orbalisk shell. Detritus grunted upon feeling the injection of toxins into his system.

His knees buckled and his stone stance broken. Detritus would fall to his knees feeling a mix of dark side energy and excruciating pain overwhelm him. He spat out more drops of crimson onto the mud, his gaze looking to see the woman advance with her blade, her mate ready to cast down what appeared to be a final blow. Detritus wouldn’t resist his arms spread out to both sides as if to welcome what the Cathar duo had to offer.

In this moment it appeared as if Detritus was beaten, he was so close to death it appeared as if he invited it. For a moment he imagined the Cathar woman approaching as if his dead best friend, Hans. A smile appeared behind his helmet. His eyes fluttered open once again to see a friendly face gone, and only for the Cathar Woman to appear.

In that moment did the strike happen. First, the Male would shoot his lightning, a flash of golden light heading right towards the defenseless Ren. The second strike was the woman looming above him. His yellow eyes focused on her, at last did his final play came to motion. The welcoming embrace for death had quickly changed, an open hand stretched out to meet the attack. He felt yellow lightning first coil around his arm, shooting right through his hand. He absorbed so much energy, he could feel the Orbalisks react negatively to such burning light. Through clenching teeth came a burning urge to scream. Yellow light flashed through the very fibers of his being.

His free hand pushed open palmed, pressing against the Cathar Woman’s stomach in her falling avalanche strike. Just as he was about to take the brunt of her blow, so would she bear the full force of energy unable to be contained by Detritus. He could feel his muscles tear, his body burning into an inferno, as such radiant and strong energies coursing through Detritus would let loose on the Cathar woman as well. At last came the scream that Detritus could no longer contain through a blast of raging light. “DIEEEE!!!!” He screamed as he hoped to use the unstable energies of her mate in his weakened state to unleash a brutal strike in an attempt of taking her with him.

 

[Auteme]

Aerarii Tithe ​

"Force, you need to stop. I just- you're wrong. What are you going to do, buy enough things for people to remember you? On your deathbed, is all you're going to think about credits? If I put you in a simulation of infinite growth, would you be satisfied?" Auteme let out an eye-tearing sigh -- right as Tithe jumped into the escape pod.

The door slammed shut before she could reach him. Again she was moments behind; he slammed the release, and a moment later he was becoming a shrinking speck of dust, blending in with the stars below.

"That rat." She paced, gripping her head like she wanted to tear off her own face. Was she really even angry at him? She watched the battle through the viewport of the escape pod hatch. It was difficult to make out every ship, how far each one really was, but the chaos that spilled out from the clash was overwhelming.

Tithe was both a symptom and a gateway into all this. Thinking back, she was no longer sure why she'd helped him on Bastion. It'd been almost pure luck they'd met in the first place. But there she'd been, helping him through, and then he took what little she'd given and ran with it to the Chancellor's office. Her route had been longer.

And now he was back, betraying the Alliance with barely a second thought. He'd hidden his true thoughts behind a mind filled only with credits, but even then there was truth in that ironic veneer.

"Credits find a way. Find a way to fu-"

Auteme spent a minute calming herself down, then marched back to the bridge, hoping they had better news.

They did not.

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris gave Zaiya one last nod once she spoke. Or at least he assumed she spoke. The ringing hadn't lessened in the slightest, but the determination in her eyes and her colors. Or was it trust? He'd ask later, when they were safe. And he could hear her answer. Right now he looked up to the ramp before again looking back to her. He frowned for a brief moment.

"Hold on."

Then he picked her up, as he had before, to jump. Once on board he'd set her down, but he knew she didn't know how to jump with the Force yet. He wasn't going to risk her safety just to try and get her to learn. Once on board, he followed along with the other two, if warily so. He was on edge, especially after facing that Sith. He'd been useless in the fight. For all his strength, his speed, he wasn't able to protect his friends. He stared at his hand, his palm, closing a fist as the droid spoke to him.

He didn't hear them, of course. The blood that had leaked from his ears had dried now, but his ears were still ringing endlessly. It was frustrating, to say the least.

Spirit Of Harmony | Zaiya Ceti | Braze

 

[Khamul Kryze]

OPERATION: SHADOW HAND

THE UNCHAINED

Loadout: Mandalore's Lament, Regret, beskar'gam

Engaging: Kaleleon

Allies: Caesar Kryze, Mevia Vizsla​

D E V O U R

The Jedi's riposte was impressive, though Khamul would never deem it so. His reaction caused the Unchained's body to move reactively, swinging through the riposte like a dancer on the night of their final performance.

As he came in for his shot, his potential call for the final curtain, Khamul diverted his blade, finally resulting to the methods of Dun Moch.

"Did you really think that would be enough, Jedi?"

Thrusting his hand forth with a strong Force Push, he shoved his opponent away.

"You had a comrade, did you not? On Csilla..."

The Unchained may have not been at the planet's destruction, but he could feel the Jedi's loss all the same.

"Your shield represents your own guilt. Should you have any self-understanding, then fight me... stop hiding."

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Tython, Forests around Kaleth
Objective: III
Opponent: Darth Howl

They’re weapon changed. It seemed like the sith had invested into making it more multipurpose. That sudden difference was enough to throw Ko off with his assault. Suddenly he found himself in a proper duel with the Acolyte. Where Aggression and Ferocity clashed through their favored forms with a dizzying blur of green and red.
Juyo was not a form he was all too familiar with. Ko only knew that it had risks involved when used by a Jedi. But the same could be said of other forms, or just using lethal force in general.

In a close blade lock with Howl, Ko discerned their words through the intense combat. They’re voices did sound off. Was their mask broken or loose? It sounded much deeper and quieter. Had the delicate mixture of helium and Dorin gas get messed up within their antiox mask? However, what they said was true. The Sages had never told Ko what had happened to his older brother. What fate had befallen him after enlisting in the military years ago in the twilight of the Empire.

“No they didn’t… Only later did I get any idea of what happened.” Ko said, admitting that Howl was technically right. Learning that his brother had been M.I.A. But for him, 'missing in action' was very different from a definitive 'killed in action.' Enough that Ko had held onto hope for many years. Crafting all manner of excuses in his mind as to why his big brother was still alive. Playing mental gymnastics with himself was far easier than accepting the truth. Ko knew it wasn’t right that the sages never told him, but didn’t hold them at fault for withholding that information from a child.

Ko dashed back away from Howl to create just a bit of space between them. Still keeping his guard up. “Bo was killed, in a minefield, on Ord Mantell…” The Kel Dor explained, his own voice cracking some over, finally admitting it. Finally speaking the truth to himself out loud. Ko’s brother was killed, and the empire they were loyal to never even bothered to confirm his death. It saddened him to admit this, but at the same time it was like a weight had finally been lifted off of his shoulders, to no longer carry the weight of the lie he repeatedly told himself for years.

Ko exhaled deeply through his mask and brought his focus on the Sith. Perhaps Howl really was trying to help Ko, in their own twisted way. Or they were simply trying to off balance Ko but bringing up such a sensitive subject. “Because of that I refuse to let your Dark Empire drag the legacy of him and every other patriot through the mud.” Ko spoke, tightening his clawed hands on his weapons. His stubborn resolve reinforces itself.

Once more Ko rushed Howl with a renewed vigor, bringing his blades together to connect with the Sith’s own crimson weapon. Ko operated on a mindset that any proficient fighter needed to have the mindset that they were always duel wielding. Even if they had a single weapon, they’re entire body and being was a weapon. Ataru facilitated that wonderfully. Attempting to bind Howl’s weapon Ko raised his leg up for a snap kick directly at Howl. Aiming for the Sith’s jaw and mask. ​

 

[Damsy Callat]

Post 03
Amani Serys​

Damsy still did not move: not to grab the tri-spiked saber hilt hanging at her belt, not to keep distance between herself and Amani.

"Why?" she repeated, still watching the Master as she moved. "'M concerned 'bout ya. 'M concerned 'bout Tython. Was here las' time, when the Maw was the Maw." She crossed her arms, as if to further prove she did not wish to duel her current company. "I was on your side then, I on your side now. If you don't feth with that, that's fine, but I ain't 'bout to feth with you."

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil tensed where he stood, his hands taking up the chains to keep them bound, keep them materialized. The more his movements were hindered, the faster Valery could overwhelm him. Especially if he was focused on trying to break the chains apart as Kahlil felt. He tightened his grasp, tightened his focus. Only to blink as he felt a pressure around himself instead.

He didn't fight against it. Even if he did, he wouldn't be able to focus on the chains regardless. So he worked with it, jumping forward to close the distance as he brought his saber to existence. It was a quick slash, made to capitalize on the momentum and Valery's own openings she created. "If the really were mighty and had crushed Carnifex my job would've been much easier, you know!"

Valery Noble | Darth Solipsis

 

[Spirit of Valor]

Kaleth
Tags: Zaiya Ceti , Braze , Aris Noble

​

“ I can’t— how… but I’m driving!!”

"Kid, just stop driving!" Pyf told her. "Stop the speeder!"

"What's going on? Who is that?"

"I... oh."

The state that they were in was more serious than he had thought. Shell shocked, one was deaf, and Braze? Well, his state was pretty rough. He had already had his one arm paralyed, but the other was in a makeshift splint. It pretty clearly wasn't operational. That and the burn marks made the entire situation way more pressing than Pyf was prepared for. The spark droid buzzed for a moment with concern as he tried to work out how to get across that they just needed to ditch the speeder and leave.

"This injury requires immediate attention. Neglect could result in complications that are as avoidable as they are unwelcome."

"Master Aris,"

"Yeah, he's deaf," Pyf relayed.

Thankfully, the three seemed to compose themselves and get aboard. The spark immediately shifted his focus, drifting back in. As the door of the vessel closed, he immediately began to deligate orders.

"Get Braze and Aris to the medical bay," the droid whirred. "We need to get that arm wrapped properly, and his ears need to be checked for damage severity. I'm gonna go get us the hell out of here." He paused, turning to Braze. "Jasper is fine. He's with Seydan Toth."

That would probably help keep the Echani composed.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Kaleth
Tags: Kaleb Sunwalker

​

He could feel stinging ice cling to his legs. The man was visible, albeit barely as Kaleb was trapped from the icy attack. He gritted his teeth in both frustration and bone chilling cold.

Jasper maintained his focus, channeling his energy into the growing ice. It slowly crept up his legs, making it's way towards his torso. Keep him in place, end the fight. That was his present goal, one which seemed to be doing him some good. By now the last of the civilian transports was well on it's way, setting off towards safety. The Sentinel of Harmony let out a sigh.

"Listen," he began, "Things don't have to be this way. This is the road to death of the self. You have no idea what you may become at the end of all of this, but I can assure you for a fact that it won't be you. Something else will live in the shell you leave behind."

He had seen it before. The darnkess drove people mad, twisted them into monsters that were unrecognizable from the people they had once been. It was a preversion of the self, to die and be replaced by a mockery that only looks like you. Worst of all, it was a hard road to turn back from. There was clearly some good in the man, as he had yet to fall fully to the corruption he had been exposed to. It was just a matter of bringing it out of him.

"Look, I'm not here for this stupid war," Jasper hissed. "I'm here to save lives. If there's something worth saving here, I want to help keep that in tact. You're not all gone yet. The path you walk is still fully within your grasp."

Was it naive? Maybe, but Jasper had to give it a shot. He had taken a vow to presevre what he could. After drawing blood by his own hands in the Hyperspace War, he didn't want to have to resort to such action ever again.

This had to be the way.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Kaleth Temple
Interacting with: Aris Noble | Braze | [ Spirit of Valor

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Zaiya held on tightly to Aris as he leapt from the cargo speeder onto the ramp of the ship. That freefalling sensation came to her again, until Aris Noble landed. Hair whipping around, her legs were a little unsteady. It took her a couple of seconds before she followed Aris and Braze inside.

The adrenaline was starting to wane, and in the aftermath, the crash of just what occurred started to sweep over Zaiya. Swallowing hard, she did her best to regulate her breathing. No, focus. Both Aris and Braze are hurt.

Glancing at Aether, she suddenly pipped up, "I-I can do that. I can take them to the med bay." Zaiya felt this intense need to try and help out in any way she could. Had to, in order to keep her mind busy before she ended up crying. The rippling notes of daffodil yellow across her stripes and the silver hue of her skin expressed her concern.

Zaiya wasn't sure what to do, shifting her weight from one foot to the next. She wasn't a medic and only knew very basic first aid. Turning to Braze, the Lovalla asked with earnest concern, "Braze, can you show us where the med bay is? I'll take Aris since he can't hear."

Anxiety was making Zaiya fiddle with her hands, desperately needing to keep them busy. What happened? Who attacked them? Who was that Twi'lek that had attacked Braze? Why did being near him make her feel sick to her stomach, and what was next?

So many questions raced through her mind, but Zaiya wasn't even sure if she should ask them now, considering both Braze and Aris were hurt. Glancing down, she caught Aris flexing his hand into a grip. Her hand reached out for him, brushing over his shoulder, giving him an encouraging squeeze. It would be a lie to say that she did so selflessly; it was as much for her as it was to display an earnest attempt at comfort.

Zaiya then held out her hand to him to get his attention, hoping he would up at her. If so, he would see her standing before him a wild mess - hair mused and a mess, her white robe dirty and rumpled from the grime in the speeder, one earring askew. Yet the concern radiated in her iridescent blue eyes and that drifted over her pale face in a medley of yellow gold flecked hues was still utterly, entirely, wholly Zaiya. Her lips formed the words. "Med-bay... come with me."

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