Act III: Insurrection

[Marek S'hadar]

@[member="Sochi Ru"]

Kursed-Streets


"I told you I was still a monster, but you didn't listen." Marek sneered, digging in his heels as the force sphere sent him back. He regained his footing quickly and reached out with the force, attempting to place an iron clamp like grasp around his former learner's neck so he could squeeze the life from her. She had to have figured it out by now, but if she hadn't, he'd exploit it and toy with the Jedi's confused mind.

 

[Lucas Burke]

Rebel - Tunnels
Lucas had just reached the tunnels when he heard it. A scream, piercing through the sound of the blaster fire, which for a moment Lucas mistook for the howl of some ghastly, rabid creature. He wasn't far off the mark.

Rather than wait around for whatever made that ghastly sound, Lucas continued on into the tunnels, until he came across the others inside. His eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet, so he couldn't make out exactly how many were inside- let alone who they were. They weren't trying to kill Lucas, though, so he felt he was probably in the right place.

"So..." he said, coming to a stop to realize just now how out of breath he was as he hunched over, grabbing his knees as he tried to catch his breath. "...Anyone here... Know how to pull a bullet put of a guy's shoulder?"

 

[Revenchent]

CRACK

The leader of the CIS military tumbled across the ground. His rifle skidded across the walkway, far out of his reach. The man fell without a word.


One bolt had impacted right into the chest-piece of his Katarn, the second had almost burned through his helmet. His breathing had stopped completely; then becoming short and raspy. It all hurt--perhaps this was the prelude to death?


No, no this couldn't be it. That just wasn't fair. Not to him, and not for his people. They needed a leader, and he wouldn't go and leave them alone. Calico lay still, for all intents and purposes dead to any who looked down on him.

Hopefully, Bluejay would come closer to inspect the body.

Hopefully, he could fight past the pain and stand up when she did. Hopefully.

Come on girl. Let me fix you.

@[member="CC-935 Bluejay"]

 

[Strider Garon]

Rebels/ Tunnels

This was a ton of messed up but here the old war dog was, falling some damned voice in his head that urged him down into the tunnels. Good thing he trusted the voice, like he didn't have much of a choice in the matter, out their on his own with all of hell evolving around him. Best part of following the magic trick, it had lead him to his fellow vode. Now either this was a good thing or they were all just as screwed as he was and this was just a giant trap.

 

[Aran Finn]

TOWER - KURSED

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

Alen roared, extremely annoyed, as his right-handed lightsaber raked against Van Derveld's armour and shorted out. The Sith Master followed that up with a spinning back kick aimed at the Dark Jedi Master's chest. Had this been a training spar, Na'Varro would have made a few techniques regarding technique and choice of attack. Turning side-kicks were powerful attacks but took a while to unload, and generally they were best aimed at the liver or lower abdomen rather than the chest. It was best to raise the knee above where you wanted the sole to connect in order to generate the highest amount of effectiveness. Alen was a life-long martial artist. If this was what Van Derveld wanted, he could deal with it.

Imbuing his body with a power similar to his favoured Force shield, Alen shifted slightly to the left, absorbing the kick on the right-hand side of his torso and looking to catch the leg with his right-arm, holding it in place. The Dark Jedi almost groaned as the kick did moderate damage to his side, but stepped forward seamlessly and unleashed a devastating inside leg-kick on Van Derveld's base leg on the thigh, looking to take his feet out from under him with pure force.

After this, Na'Varro ignited his second lightsaber and walked forward, his first hilt returning to his belt. He would not let the Sith breathe.

 

[Rasu Gan]

Rebel : Tower

What?

Where am I? Marek what are you doing?

The sound of blaster fire drew Rasu from unconsciousness, her head spinning. Reaching up to cradle her head, her hands were met with a moist substance. Scarlet blood trickled down from her forehead, a line of dried liquid trailed down over her eye. Danger sense prickled down her spine as she leaped upwards, pain emerging from her temple and sore limbs. Instinctively grabbing a hold of the twin sabers on her belt, she activated them casting a yellow and green glow over the nearby walls. Where was she? Following the sound of the blasters and screaming, she began to pick on the presence of those familiar to her. Sochi? Marek? What were they doing on this hell hole?

Closing in on the trail, she caught sight of the blue blade of her Togruta friend, struggling against the onslaught of one armored figure. Marek? A confused look grew on the Shi'ido's face, watching as the pair fought. Rasu could feel the sheer force of the sphere projected by her friend, even from this distance, the power put into the move was immense. Then the Headmistress watched horror struck as her lover extended his hand, projecting some invisible force that began to curl around her dear friend. This can't be happening?!?! she thought, wishing for this all to be a dream, she knew it couldn't be. Marek's actions were not his own, he was being controlled, that had to be it. He would never strike at his own student, that was the old him.

Surrounding herself in the Force, she knew what had to be done. Pushing out, she sent a large surge of Force energy in his direction, hoping to collide with the man, thus ending his mental assault on the Togruta. "No Marek this isn't you!" she screamed, after sending her own mental attack at the man she loved.


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

 

[Saran Drast]

Jacobs: Rebels: in the tunnels, looking for Saran

Where was she? They had been in the Zealot just seconds earlier. She had been joking about the order, and then he was here. @[member="Melantha"] had called them here, and so here he was. But he couldn't see here. Finally, desperate, he called, hoping his voice would reach her. "SARAN!"

Rebels: alleyways leading to the tunnels.

Saran staggered along, confused and worried. She was in hyperspace, joking with Jacobs, and then she found herself here. Mandalore. Why was she here? She didn't know. But if the others were going to head this way, she would. Anything to survive. And she needed to search for Jacobs. He should be here too. Somewhere.
"SARAN!"
Jacobs? Where was he? She needed to find him, keep him safe. But she was worried about using the Force. There were many here powerful enough to tear her limb from limb with a thought, and she didn't know who was friend or foe.

 

[Mother Askani]

REBEL - STREETS

He reached out and gripped her with the force. The space around her neck became tight, and continued to become tight. Slowly being lifted off the ground, she realized what was going on. Seeing his extended hand, she brought up her own hand and launched a surge of energy at his arm specifically. She landed back on the ground in a crouched position, rubbing her neck, and staring down her opponent. Then she had received more of her thoughts. She did in fact know him,

"But you were redeemed! Your stronger than this." She said igniting her blade, and staring him down. She was prepared for any other force attacks, this time she wouldn't be caught off guard. "Your not a monster.." She said softly.

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

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

STREET-REBELS

Lightning cracking overhead among the menacing clouds, thunder booming with resonance across the city itself, barking mischief into the already noise-polluted air which hung thick with blaster fire and voices of many. Zius awoke in a haze, laying face down on the ground. He flinched once, jerking his head around in a state of absolute confusion. What the hell happened? Was this for a reason? What was going on and more to the point, why? No time to ask questions.

The young Dark Jedi picked himself up, unveiling his crimson lightsaber and deflecting some heavy gunfire. Feth, where to run? He wasn't sure. He activated his helmet, dashing in a random direction in hopes of finding cover from the amassing chaos and hectic nature of the apparent battle which seemed almost dream-like. His radar picked up readings of friendly forces; it was his only chance of piecing a logical answer together, and so he pursued the thought.

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
@[member="Galaar CC-252"]

 

[Sarah Frostlight]

Rebel - alley entrance
As Sarah stepped out onto the street she saw a number of people who all looked the same, run along followed by a couple in robes, since they weren't shooting at her, she started following them. @[member="Sochi Ru"] @[member="Drake Blackwood"] @[member='CC-117 Canal'] @[member="Melantha"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @[member="Kira Liadain"] @Others with them @[member="Mandalore the Insurgent"] @Vulpesen
When she noticed some others who seemed off somehow, shooting at them she fired a few shots with the blaster pistol, hitting several, and continued following. as she was looking around she noticed a figure with a sword attacking a couple others in robes that did not seem off, so she holstered her blaster pistol, and pulled the repeater into a ready position, and noticed a part of the wall above him looked rather weak, so she decided to help it get weaker, and fired a burst of bolts walking them along the weakened structure, causing it to first start raining chunks and after a few moments fist and then person sized chunks of the building started crashing down around @Marek S'hadar

 

[Anya Venari]

@[member="Mandalore the Insurgent"] @Preliat Mantis @Gilamar Skirata @Siobhan Kerrigan @Kira Liadain @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Macrosoft Mack"] @E'vi Sohl @[member="Meraal Vaun"] @[member="Lucas Burke"] @Others with me

Through the shadows she walked, the grim defenders standing aside as she passed with her followers.
Abruptly she stopped in a wide room which had once been a warehouse storage chamber. Now it was empty apart from a few hagged looking warriors in Mandalorian armour and gear. Others were wounded or laying on stretchers.

With a gesture the shadows cleared about her, and she stood before them in the room. Her face was shadowed by a cloak and hood, but delicate feminine features could be discerned.
“It is as he predicted. You have come…appeared…though soon you may regret this appearance, for it comes at a grim price. We are all that stands between Her and victory. Under any other circumstance I would not have turned to drafting people from the streets, but the need is dire. The General moves against us, and we will need everyone’s assistance if we are to hold him off. The darkness is closing in. Mandalore is the last hope of the galaxy, and you all may be the last hope of Mandalore. Will you help us?”

 

[Eenes Kokad]

REBELS: NEAR THE ALLEY
Sometimes it's good to simply let the Force exist through you. Eenes sat cross-legged in her room of the Temple, legs crossed and eyes shut. She didn't reach, simply sat with the floor beneath her, the Temple around her, and the wind flowing by her.
Wait, wind?
Eenes cracked an eye open, still in a meditative position. She immediately recognized that she was no longer in the Temple, and that she was now... in a warzone? She lept to her feet.
She looked around. If her memory served her correctly - and it almost always did - this was Mandalorian architecture. She felt for her lightsaber with her hand, then for others with the Force, finding an affirmative each time. There seemed to be some close by, but she couldn't identify anyone.

Confused, she set out towards impressions that seemed most likely to be friendlies.

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

TOWER - REBELS

Whilst his kick did land, it did not land where he had intended it, nor with the force he had hoped for. But like all things that would further his annoyance, it led to anger. That in turn led to rage. More rage, more fuel. More fuel, more power. More power, more violence unlike anything Na'Varro had experienced prior to this encounter. Alen's kick did in fact connect how it was intended, and Ket went sprawling to the ground like a sack of jedi robes. But his was one always planning for the unexpected. The lightsaber that remained un-ignited within his right hand snapped to life as he used his elbows and shoulders to launch himself back to his feet, grinning madly. If Ket knew Alen, Alen would not relent until Ket was dead at his feet, and this was just how he prefered it. His left leg throbbed in agony from the attack, but Ket let that pain fuel his rage even further, every successful attack upon him like adding gasoline to a raging fire.

"Come now, Na'Varro. I expect more than simple martial arts maneuvers from someone like you."

With that, Ket twisted himself around, launching saber strike after saber strike at Alen with blinding speed in succession, aiming to throw the Dark Jedi off balance, if only for a single moment.


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

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@Mandalore the Insurgent @Preliat Mantis @Gilamar Skirata @Siobhan Kerrigan @Kira Liadain @Strider Garon @Macrosoft Mack @E'vi Sohl @Meraal Vaun@Lucas Burke @Others with me @[member="Melantha"]


Preliat turned off his lights, sauntering towards the group. He moved the closest to to Melantha, and stared at her for several seconds before removing his helmet. He blinked several times, his brown eyes, meeting her blue pupils. He didn't say anything for a few moments.

"This isn't just Mandalore. This is Manda'yaim. And we...we will not fail our home. There is no question if we will help you or not. The question is, what do you need us to do?"

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Melantha"]
Tunnels

Finally someone gives some answers, Siobhan thought to herself as her gaze was drawn to the source of THE voice. Face obscured by the cloak and the hood, though feminine features could be discerned and Siobhan could feel the power emanating from her. When the question came, well, no one could accuse Siobhan of ever thinking things through.

"World's ending, desperate last stand, cryptic revelations. what else is new. Long stopped regretting doing insane things," she spoke as she stepped out of the group towards Melantha of the powerful force presence and magic voice, eyes briefly falling upon the worn-out looking Mandalorians and the wounded. "Who is this 'Her' who brings doom to all?" Siobhan was totally taking this all very seriously!

 

[Strider Garon]

Rebels/Tunnels
Strider looked at the woman who had lured them all into this tunnel and this was the answer the old man gave " I know what I am, what I am made of. War is in my blood. I don't fight it. I kill for others, I kill for myself. No gods will ever make that go away. When pushed, killing's as easy as breathing."

So that was a yes, Strider Garon was up for the fight.... he was battle-born so where else would he be?

 

[Meraal Vaun]

Rebel/ Tunnel Storage Chamber
@[member="Mandalore the Insurgent"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @[member="Kira Liadain"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Macrosoft Mack"] @E'vi Sohl @[member="Lucas Burke"] @[member="Melantha"] @Other Rebels

Meraal was closing in on the presence he felt like he was almost on top of it as he entered a large, empty room. From the looks of it the room was probably once used as a storage room, now there were only a few fellow vode and some wounded on stretchers inside. He focused his attention on the center of the room just in time to witness the darkness pass out of the room. More questions were beginning to form rather than answers for him.A woman who's face was concealed took position in the middle of the room and began to give a 'speech'. In all honesty it was a cry for help, Meraal didn't know about any prophecy or who the woman was talking about, but it was obvious some higher force was at work here. Against his better judgement, Meraal made possibly one of the last decisions of his life. He bowed on one knee and took his helmet off,"I will fight for Mandalore."

 

[Aedan Miles]

Rebel-Tunnels

Aedan jogged into the tunnels panting as he spun around drawing his pistols and sending a few bolts back as he kept anything that wasn't friendly and that was following him pinned down before he finally jogged into the room with anyone else panting and leaning against the wall as he listened holstering his pistols he looked around at everyone present here taking in their faces and who they were.
@All Rebels.

 

[Macrosoft Mack]

Rebel-Tunnel Storage Chamber
@[member="Mandalore the Insurgent"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @[member="Kira Liadain"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @Macrosoft Mack @E'vi Sohl @[member="Lucas Burke"] @[member="Melantha"] @Other Rebels

HK-73 stepped into a large chamber and watched as a female figure stopped in the middle of the room. As the droid listened to the plea he felt something different that had never happened in his four thousand years of existence, actual purpose. The droid had chose to go into the tunnels wisely, although the decision to join these rebels would likely send him to the junkyards of Raxus Prime, he decided to make their fight his. In his overly-robotic, mispronouncing voice given to him by a few juvenile delinquents on Coruscant he said, "I w1ll fight for y0ur cause."

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

wait im a czar why the feth am i sitting here crieing for"star stood up and called to @break",hey tin can im going to knock tge feth out of u