Act III: Insurrection

[Drake Blackwood]

Street - Rebels

Normally, Drake wouldn't have run. But in this case, he was willing. They had no idea what was going on, and they were definitely out matched. Drake ran past Sochi, shutting off his lightsaber. "Come on, we have to get out of here. Find someone else who can help us." Drake tried to pull at the Jedi Knight as he ran past, emphasising his haste. That was when the lightning flew at them. Drake raised his lightsaber, and some of the lightning was deflected by his blade, but onfortunately, most of it was aimed at Sochi, and their wasn't much Drake could do.

@[member="Syn"] @[member="Sochi Ru"] @[member="Marek S'hadar"] @[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

REBEL-HOUSE WITH OTHERS
Aedan jogged farther along his eyes flicking left and right as he stopped at the entrance into a street and looking around slowly as he caught sight of a house off to the side that several people were in one of them he knew. He sighed before he hurried over to it holstering his pistols he slid into the house and called out calmly. "Umm hello don't shot I am friendly I think I am at least so fething confused." The young Corellian slowly slipped farther into the house his eyes flicking left and right as he reached out to the presences he felt trying to judge their mood and how they felt towards him. "My name is Aedan Miles I am here to meet up with people I know so I can figure out what is going on HELLO?" @[member="Basaba Willamina"] @Kila Cadua @[member="Noah Corek"] @Sibohan Kerrigan @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

TOWER - KURSED
@[member="Syn"] @[member="Marek S'hadar"] @[member="HK-36"] @[member="Sochi Ru"] @[member="Drake Blackwood"] @[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

An inhuman figure loomed out of the night. The blade that issued forth from his lightsabre was a sickly, twisted blue. He examined the melee in progress, and found his place.

Synlidwirh Daemoniscus.

"It is time to be purified, Syn."

A powerful aura of sleep descended upon the ancient Jedi Master. Putting ancient Masters to sleep was something of a specialty of Boolon's -- one reason the cause of Akala had found him worthy.

 

[Lucas Burke]

Rebel - Alleyway, headed towards Tunnels

As the bolt shot back, it struck Lucas in his left shoulder, the impact causing Lucas to stumble backwards- which, combined with the immediate follow-up of the telekinetic blast sent Lucas spiraling off deeper into the alleyway, landing on the very shoulder that the bullet got deflected into- And while up until that point it hadn't hurt much due to shock, at that moment, that wound started to hurt like crazy. He was lucky that Sith decided to be lazy and just push it back, too, or Lucas would probably have a nice new hole in his forehead.

He was even luckier, though, that someone else took a shot at the guy right afterwards, distracting the Sith long enough for Lucas to stand up, grab his rifle... and book it.

He heard a voice earlier urging him towards a ruined building into some tunnels; Whether it was a trap or not, darkened tunnels were a much better place for Lucas to fight back than a relatively open alleyway like this. Hopefully there'd be some friendlies in that tunnel, too, who could help them stage a counteroffensive... Uh... Somehow. There was that rather decently-coordinated group from earlier, after all. Maybe they had some ideas.
@Melantha @Rebels with her

 

[Djorn Bline]

Rebel and all that stuff

"You know what else is cute, traitor. Is this, a little saying I like to say to my enemies: I hope you leave enough space for my fist, cause I'm going to ram it into your stomach and break your damn spine!!!" Canal yelled to Jay and got Galaar off of him. He took out his blaster rifle and soon he had a pistol in one hand and the rifle in his right. He sent a swarm of of stunnig bolts to Jay. Good luck on avoiding that. After he sent two rounds at Jay he took out the blade from Galaar's armor and put his arm over him. "Come on Galaar. We're getting out of here." And moved fast from the conflict and regrouped with Calico.

@Commander Calico CC-247 @Galaar CC-252

 

[Onrai]

All systems initialized...

Circe growled. She had awoken to the sound of blaster fire as her suit initialized. "Suit, where am I?"

Planet identified - Mandalore.

"Okay... When did I get here?"

Arrival date unknown. Current year - 857 years after the Battle of Yavin IV.

"Well damn... I must have been resting." Circe sighed, firing her Mist atomizing pistol at a building and vaporizing the random nameless scrub inside. The APA Mk IF she wore shuddered as a blaster bolt hit her, and she ducked for cover, moving to some place of refuge. Hopefully, it would be a safe haven for the time being.

 

[Meraal Vaun]

Rebel-House
Meraal had woken up in an alleyway that was under siege. In a state of confusion he ran seeking shelter. He eventually came upon a house, he had no idea where he was, and for some reason he couldn't remember anything in the past that had brought him to this moment in time. "Anyone home? You aren't the crazies that tried to shoot me in the alleyway are you?" He needed to find someone who had an idea on the situation currently at hand, otherwise he would get himself shot by someone he thought was a friendly.
@[member="Basaba Willamina"] @Kila Cadua @[member="Noah Corek"] @Sibohan Kerrigan @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Mia Monroe"] @[member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Evi Sohl]

Rebels/Tunnels

She'd retreated into the alley in time to catch a wave of power sliding through her senses. E'vi caught herself before she made a comment about Force users, somehow knowing this was something more than the ones she'd encountered until then. Shaking her head, she made for the building and the tunnel entrance along with the others.

She dropped in, landing lightly, KX-80 held in a tight grip as she made her way through with the others. Dark eyes searched for a familiar face, praying to find someone she recognized amidst the insanity.

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

Heading Towards Tower - Rebels

If there was one thing that set Ket Van Derveld off, one thing that truly angered the Sith Master beyond belief, it was being somewhere and having not one single clue as to how he got there, let alone why or when. He found himself near a rather large Tower, the street filled with a good chunk of people fighting amongst themselves. One, one he recognized instantly, the taint of his Force signature filling Ket with even more utter rage and contempt than normal. He was one whom kept his cool, who worked in the shadows. The time for hesitation was through.

Concentrating on the Force, letting his anger and rage fuel his power, strengthen his connection, he focused it into his extremities. Leaping forward with utter abandon, the seasoned Sith Master lept forward, barreling out of a crumbling wall on the lower levels of the tower, a single green lightsaber igniting in his left hand, his right curled tight around an identical but inactive hilt, bare knuckles going white as he launched the fist directly at and into Alen Na'Varro's jaw, howling at the top of his lungs.

"ALENNNN NAAAAA'VARRRRROOOO!!!"

@[member="Syn"] @[member="Marek S'hadar"] @[member="HK-36"] @[member="Sochi Ru"] @[member="Drake Blackwood"] @[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

 

[HK-36]

FIGHTING OFF REBELS AND WORSE- TOWER
@[member="Syn"]
"Master Syn, we meet again, it has been a while indeed. I have been kept busy governing over Abregado-Rae and wandering the Unknown Regions. Have you heard? I have organized legislature councils in Abregado, I am returning power of choice to its people, I figured I have guided them along long enough."
HK span his wrist, deflecting a salvo of blaster bolts aside as he saw an opening, his free hand extending in quick snappy movement, twin wrist repeater barrels extended as he shot a salvo of his own at the rebels, hitting a whole front row of them in their feet and knees as they collapsed, his hidden weapon retracting back soon enough as his saber was at the ready.
"As for making them pay, I am here only to disarm and keep them down, they are not mindless undead, their own people can decide what justice they deserve once this is done. How many Jedi do you have with you, Syn?"

HK did not had much chance of quiet as he picked up another figure near them, that of @[member="Boolon Murr"], he saw him nearing with 360 degree vision of his helmet-covered droid head.
Wonderful.
He thought hearing words of the possessed Jedi as he promptly tossed a couple of grenades in the possessed Jedi's general direction, bouncing off of the ground, aimed at his cute Ithorian feet.

 

[Aran Finn]

TOWER - KURSED

@[member="Syn"] @[member="Marek S'hadar"] @[member="Sochi Ru"] @[member="Drake Blackwood"] @[member="Boolon Murr"] @[member="HK-36"]

One of his allies was taking the Felucian Knight, the other targeting the ancient Jedi Master. Na'Varro decided to take the other two ... moving forward imperiously, he reached out with the Force and seized control of the legs of the Padawan attempting to flee, yanking with a Pull towards him and looking to take the boy's legs out from under him. He would not be escaping. Continuing to move forward, Na'Varro then grabbed Blackwood in a Force Grip, exerting huge pressure on his frame and looking to crack bone and twist muscle.

EDIT: And then @[member="Ket Van Derveld"] attacked without warning, Alen had not even seen him coming. He took the blow squarely on his jaw, rolling his head with the blow to absorb the damage. However, the attack was powerful and knocked him off his feet and to the floor. Head ringing, Na'Varro arose with a sore jaw and a desire to focus. His eyes fixed on the Sith Master, someone he had come to grips with before.

"I am the strongest in the universe, not you." His eyes narrowed, a second hilt flew to his hand, and he stalked forward, Masked his presence, and then struck quickly. It was a quick, powerful slash at Ket's left torso, his crimson blade coming down and flashing out with haste. Na'Varro did not commit himself to his strikes as yet.

 

[Kira Talith]

Rebels/Tunnels

@Melantha @Preliat Mantis @Gilamar Skirata @Siobhan Kerrigan @Kira Liadain @Others with them @[member="Mandalore the Insurgent"] @[member="Vulpesen"]


"Huh?" his words didn't make any sense. Used to be a Jedi? I am a Jedi. Of course, considering they were running for their lives, well, that was an issue to debate later.


Especially now since an unfamiliar party stood before them.


"Huh... well..." Kira's head went swiveling from left... to right... to left... before she finally broke the ice. With a wave of her hand to @[member="Mandalore the Insurgent"] 's warriors and @[member="Melantha"], she gave a half smile, her face weary, with dried cracked blood trails down the side of her face.

"Golly... I hope you ain't trying to kill us too!" blinkity blink blink, "Who are you?"

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Rebels, tunnels, following THE Voice of Power
@[member="Melantha"], @[member="Mandalore the Insurgent"], @[member="Kira Liadain"], @others

"Just when you think your life can't get any crazier." Siobhan had descended down from her lofty plane high above in the sky as she reached the tunnels and now was heading deeper and deeper into them, accompanied by an assortment of other people, most of whom she did not know. In the tunnels she found what she identified as Mandalorians. Haggard, grizzled, battle-worn, the last defenders of the planet it seemed.

Confusion reigned in her mind at the situation she had found itself in, no words were spoken but she pressed on, though her grip remained tight on her boltguns, ready to strike and murder if needed. But she followed the voice and the powerful Force Signature that seemed power personified - Siobhan had always been attracted to power. Briefly she believed she caught a glance at the woman who had spoken in her mind...before the cordon of Mandalorians formed. She did not know who she was, pure pandaemonium seemed to be reigning across the planet, but she walked on. Somewhere out there someone had answers. Even if they had to be beaten out of however that person was.

Fight would give me something to do, Briefly her gaze flickered over as she sought she beheld a familiar figure. The blonde Jedi...she remembered her as a former Pyre member. At least that was her recollection, for she did not recall having personal dealings with her and the Pyre was a large unit. Given Siobhan's current mind set presently a fight would improve her mood. "Yeah, what she said."

 

[Drake Blackwood]

@[member="Alen Na'Varro"] @[member="HK-36"] @[member="Ket Van Derveld"] @[member="Boolon Murr"] @[member="Syn"] @[member="Sochi Ru"]
Street - Rebels
Drake was helpless against the Dark Jedi. As he was tripped, he extended his palm, using the Force to try and push Alen away from him. His push lasted only a few seconds, and soon, he was writhing on the ground. Drake dropped his lightsaber, and could barely breathe. He felt like he was being crushed by a rancor. If you thought about it, he really was. Except it wasn't a rancor, it the power of the Force. Drake screamed out, as a bone in his left forearm gained a fracture. After that, he stopped moving, stopped making noise. He tried breathing, tried calming himself. The pain was rather excrutiating, but he'd do his best to ignore it. Eventually, the pain stopped as Alen let go. Drake grabbed his lightsaber, and scrambled back, his left arm hanging at his side.

 

[Saren Kel-Varad]

Rebels - Heading towards Calico's Unit and the Tunnels

The shot had done more damage than Saren expected, but he didn't stop to gloat too much. Things were still too confusing. The Clone officer had responded, and Saren was making his way towards their position when something sent a shiver down his spine. He turned around, just in time to see what appeared to be a shadow rear up and lunge at him with vicious looking claws.

His Jar'Kai training kicked in. In one fluid motion Saren let go of his rifle and let it hang on its sling and then drew two long-dagger sized vibro-blades. He met the creature head on, block its strike, one blade to each hand. For a moment, they grappled together, then the shadow shifted and began to change. Where before it had no clear shape, now it appeared as maskless Kel Dor, gasping for breath, choking on air.

Fear could be controlled. Terror was something else entirely. Saren's strength wavered, which was all the demon needed. One of the blades shattered under its grip, and the claw struck home, ripping chunks out of one of the plastoid plates and throwing Saren several feet. Panicking, he grabbed a concussion grenade, pulled the pin and dropped it at his position, then using every ounce of will ran in the direction of the clone squad.

@[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Mother Askani]

She felt the tug at her robes, and she looked back. She began to run behind the boy, but then there was the impending sense of danger. Sochi turned around to see him unleashing a stream of lightning from his hands. Her eyes widened, and she quickly turned around to block what she could. They were outnumbered, and now they were both blocking this constant stream of energy that seemed to grow as he closed in the distance. Her face showed all the strain she was feeling. She was biting her bottom lip as she tried her hardest to push back. She had to think fast. She free one of her hands from her lightsaber hilt, and then she generated a force barrier strong enough to block the lightning long enough for her to free her other hand and strengthen it. Holstering her lightsaber for a quick moment, she began to strengthen her barrier to block the lightning. Due to it being generated at the last minute it caused the lightning and barrier to disperse together, canceling one another out. The minor blast caused her to slide back a little, and then she began to generate a moderate size of compressed air between both of her hands. After a brief moment of forming it she released the force sphere at her familiar opponent.

@[member="Boolon Murr"] @[member="Drake Blackwood"] @[member="Marek S'hadar"] @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] @[member="Ket Van Derveld"] @[member="Syn"]

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

TOWER - REBELS

"In your own mind, Na'Varro. Time to go home and be a family man."

Ket barely had time to make his quip as he tried to parry the blow with his ignited lime green saber. Unfortunately for Ket, the crimson blade did managed to scorch across his Templar armor. However, for Alen, this would prove most annoying indeed as the cortosis content of his armor would be enough to shut his blade down, assuming it made contact for long enough a time. With a fury that had not been seen from the Sith in many a long year, he twisted around on the ball of his heel, sending the sole of his heavy boot toward Alen's chest in a roundhouse kick, trying to crush the Dark Jedi's sternum into dust.

@[member="Alen Na'Varro"] @[member="HK-36"] @[member="Boolon Murr"] @[member="Syn"] @[member="Sochi Ru"] @[member="Drake Blackwood"]

 

[Alan]

@ALL REBELS

There was a sound so heinous, so vile, so full of hate, that resonated through the ghost town. It was a scream, a scream of one, one who had been transfixed by hate and consumed by rage and molded by anger. It tore through the area, cutting through the force. He belonged to one Tracyn Ordo, a former son of Mandalore, now molded by whatever plagued him. He seethed in rage, standing atop of a ruined building. He curled his hands at his side, his crushgaunts scraping from the tips of his fingers to the iron on his palm.

He snarled, and moved downward, ready to take on the rebels.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill them.

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

Dread Guard Fight - Kursed

Bluejay straight-up laughed. "You," She sneered, "can't make me do stang." She informed him carelessly, laughing again as he warned her to get her head down. "You can't even bring yourself to stop me!" She cried out delightedly, her words almost intelligible between her rage and her laughter. "You really are pathetic." Nevertheless, she ducked behind the nearest cover. Something was making her hesitate. Something's wrong here. Something - uh oh. Calico charging. Instincts took over and she fired two shots, aiming one for his visor and one for his neck.

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Meraal Vaun]

Rebel-Heading to tunnels
@rebels in the tunnels

As Meraal started to search around the house he began to feel a strong presence in his head. The presence told him to follow it, the presence felt like no other that he had felt before, it felt like it was something bigger than the force itself, and so he decided to investigate. He followed the presence up until the point to where he was standing near the alleyway. Blaster bolts flew past him and grenades exploded only a few feet in front of him. He inspected the area and saw a tunnel entrance on the other side of the alley, THAT was where he needed to go. He decided to sprint for the tunnel opening after a three second countdown. Three, two, one, he started a full out sprint for the tunnel. A grenade exploded only 11 inches away from him mid-sprint, throwing him into the tunnel entrance face first. Meraal slowly got back onto his feet and noticed a group of people descending further into the tunnel. His right arm was severely bruised if not broken and he had only woken up no less than an hour ago, how long he had been on the planet was uncertain however.