And To The Victor Goes The Spoils | First Order Dominion of Sullust

[Robogeber]

Rausgeber glowered and watched at the monitors, the good captain now at the back of his mind. The display showed TIE fighters were now catching up to the targets, and feeding reliable sensor data to the fleet. Small transports it seemed, streaking across Sulon's surface. He turned his attention to the crew pits, "Give the order," The droid began, "Weapons free. We are to terminate them." Rausgeber commanded. While he could not identify them, he surely knew, and felt that they were undoubtedly hostile. And even if not? They had pierced First Order space, and now were fair game. As the order was relayed, the droid relaxed somewhat, and now eyed the captain, whom had so graciously accepted his offer.

"You have chosen wisely Captain." The droid mused with a polite smile, he then gestured for the Captain to approach, and then pointed at a gargantuan Resurgent-class vessel which sat at the rear of the fleet, "That there will your be command, the Endeavour." he informed his subordinate, before straightening his posture, "We will have to of course need to have you perform the appropriate paperwork, and what have you." He mused with something of a sigh, "But should we manage to adequately satisfy those needs, I will be sure to have you aboard the Endeavour as soon as possible." Rausgeber crisply saluted, "Welcome aboard, Captain Escala."

[member="Kou'ha Escala"] | [member="Karl Von Strauss"] | [member="Cynthia Alucard"]

 

[Kou'ha Escala]

BYOO
Captain
Equipment | Uniform & Code Cylinder
Location | Command Deck, FIV Pellaeon, Sullust Space
Allies | [member="Robogeber"] (direct), First Order
Hostiles | Galactic Alliance
Status | Hopeful

[SIZE=11pt]It was strange, how some continued to struggle despite the inevitability of defeat. And with defeat, comes the certainty of death.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The First Order does not abide the presence of insurgents in worlds conquered, lest they become exemplars.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Would it not be better for them to surrender and withdraw, to live and fight when their odds are not as abysmal?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Perhaps Kou’ha was still too immature, too inexperienced to follow the meandering of their thoughts. After all, despite the years he has lived, he was still considered young when it came to his race. Then again, perhaps he was giving their adversaries too much credit and they were just merely foolish, fighting in the memory of their once vast and influential Alliance.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Did they not think of the consequences hereafter?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Epicanthix drew closer towards the figure of the Grand Admiral, his gaze falling on the vessel indicated by his superior. His mouth quirked into a bittersweet smile as he discerned it as a Resurgent-class. The Endeavour. An impeccably named vessel for a Captain who is trying to grasp and claw his way out of the void he found himself in. Perhaps if he was better acquainted with the other, Kou’ha would have quipped back with a witty remark like he used to with her ladyship. But as he was still observing and learning the character of Grand Admiral Rausgeber, he remained unerringly formal and polite.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Thank you, Grand Admiral Rausgeber,” he stated sincerely, returning his superior’s salute with one of his own. “I will not disappoint.”[/SIZE]

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Captain (Jr. Grade) Cynthia "Cyn" Alucard
Designation: Pixie One/Leader
Classification: Fighter Interception Squadron (16)
Allies: [member="Karl Von Strauss"] (Directly Under) | [member="Robogeber"]

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". . . and weapons free. . ."

"Pixie One acknowledges. Over and out sir." Who needs the Force when we have Order.

A smile slashed cut across her face, Cyn powered her fighter's weapons and nodded once to herself. Their mission understood and approved, now it only required for her Pixies to begin and accomplish their goals. First Order space had been breached, and now they're duty demanded that First Order space once more becomes secured. We have to appreciate the small things in life after all. Cyn thought cheerfully as her hands danced across the controls.

"Pixies, unknown space craft has poorly chosen their travel plans and we must as good First Order pilots remind them that trespassing without proper paperwork is heavily frowned upon." Cyn ordered her pilots, her smile continued to cut across her face as it grew louder.

"Prepare for engagement. Formation loose and expected friendlies to cover our rear." Cyn added as she registered in another group of fighters that were sent from the Anastasia. ​Unfortunately we're quite a bit faster, but those Defenders will act as perfect reinforcements.

A collective "Oya!" of her Pixies responded into their comms, their focus tight and their eyes seeing red.

Cyn pushed her craft into intercept course with the group of unknown craft out in the void of space, her sensors were poor but the long range sensors on board the rest of the fleet had recognized several craft as Alliance type ships. From their X-Wings to other older model space crafts, nothing fearsome or interesting, least not until they could identify their ID Tags.

"Tempest One Actual, copy that. Pixie Squadron will act as vanguard. Happy hunting Tempest One." Cyn responded to their comrades. While Cyn held high regards for any TIE Pilot who brave to sit in their craft's cockpit, she held reservations for TIE Defender pilots as they flew with no shields and with being larger than most other TIE's, well Cyn had no intention of flying one herself.

But then again, they do have some impressive firepower.

Cyn refocused her attention of the Alliance craft up ahead, they still have some distance to cross before they were in weapon effective range but she needed to afford some time to the possibility of these folks actually possessing the proper paperwork.

"Unknown craft, you have violated and trespassed First Order space. Turn back. This is your final and only warning." Cyn comm out to the Alliance craft up ahead. Please tell us to 'kindly frack off'. My Pixies are getting quite bored.

Let history note that Cyn always crossed her "t's" and dotted her "i's" when she attempted to deescalate any situation.



First Order TIE/D Defender x8 Tempest Squadron

Engagement: [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: Sullust - Jedi Temple.
Isabella Fonti - Ex-SIS, former GA, FO defectee - Unconscious.
Saelle, Saeem, Saelae - Jedi Padawans, Triplets.

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Saelle - [member="Seto Du Couteau"] - Solo.

Her prey was not as foolish as she thought, and the wary man kept his distance. It mattered not to the girl, she was fast and would strike him down with ease. She took a few shuffling steps before dropping the illusion and sprinting forward with a maniacal grin. She pulled out her lightsaber from within her robes, the Azure blade igniting.

She leapt at the man, her saber pointed down to impale her quarry. She flew at the man, only to be stopped mid-air by some invisible obstacle. Knocked-back; her lightsaber collided with her face, causing severe burns across the left side of her face.

She screamed and collapsed on the floor. She writhed with pain, but did not suffer. Instead, she lapped up the agony and used it to bolster her connection to the Dark Side. Rising from her prone position, she gave the man a bloody grin. With nearly half her face carved off, she must have looked a ghastly sight.

“Only fools dip up a grave expecting to find it empty” she whipped her blade around, readying another attack. “Prepare to face the last of Sullust’s Jedi, White-hair”.

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Saieem // Saelae - [member="Tao Liu Xian"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Val Kordova"] - Duet.


Frustration and rage wracked Saieem’s body as the child fled from her. She should have been able to crush him with ease, but the bug was speedy. No matter, she had another plan. She let go of the fighter, watched it crash into the floor and left the room to find her sister.

A small form had breezed past Saelae almost faster than her eye could see. The creature seemed like it didn’t notice her, which was a shame. She was hoping to see what it was like to pick on something her own size.

Her sister arrived, and the mental communication started immediately between the two. Though only seconds had passed, an understanding and conclusion had been met. They knew exactly how to crush these invaders.

With the arrival of Tao, the illusion of the Tuk’ata would begin to stalk forward. They would pace for a while before breaking out into a full sprint. They would leap at the end of their long run, only to disappear just before they entered attack range.

Meanwhile, Saelae and Saieem would use the distraction to cast their own brand of witchcraft. They began an abhorrent version of Metamorphosis, learned deep in the wastes of Sullust, were there was only food for one. Exploiting their strong force bond, the girls merged together. Without conscious thought of their form, a being of twisted anatomy was formed.

A horror emerged from the darkness, at least 8 feet tall with a twisted spine and eight dysplastic limbs. Thick long blonde hair fell from an odious face, a visage with too many eyes and a gaping maw. It crawled like a spider, save for two arms at the front, each of which held a blue lightsaber.

“Only fools break into a vault, expecting to find it unguarded” it said, the voices of both girls intermingled in the speech. “Prepare to face the last of Sullust’s power, trespassers”.

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Ren
Equipment: FO-07K Multi-purpose Assault Armor |Two Lightsabers (Emerald and Ruby)
Location: Ruined Jedi Temple
Objective: Confront (Aggressively) Unknown Force User

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[member="Zai Avery"] | Saelle​

Oh.

The attack backfired heavily on the young woman, the scaring of her face made her appear almost as deranged as the attack on him had been. Seto nearly took a step back from the sight alone of the poor ruined face of his attack, quite ghastly to even so earn some pity from him. If he had lost control of his blade during an attack no doubt the discipline he would have received from instructors would had been painful.

Shock and stunned, Seto kept a steady gaze on the girl that he had assumed earlier was no more than some lost child. The lightsaber and her anger formed the picture of darkness, Seto for his own part turned to face his new opponent. The young girl's Force presence darkened, no doubt fueled by her anger and pain, an art form known to the young Du Couteau but used sparingly in his own travels and fights. Lost vision, confused and angered thoughts to cloud judgement. Seto knew the benefits such altered states of mind gave him, but for the moment he wondered how much it benefited her.

"Well, I am quite foolish. Though not in the ways you'd expect." Seto commentated in a rather uncertain manner. He released his hold on the Force around him, the shield vanished along with the small twirl of rocks and pebbles, Seto than grabbed one of his lightsabers. A brilliant ruby color emitted from the hilt and Seto readied his stance.

Seto pointed his blade directly towards the young woman, his eyes met her evenly. "-Truth be told, I wasn't hoping for an empty tomb. You have my gratitude though," He took a single step forward, his arm motioned forward and Seto readied his attack. "-the temple was a tad monotonous."

The young Du Couteau lunged forward, aided slightly with the Force to push his body forward faster, for the single moment he needed to see how well of a duelist his opponent he was currently facing. Seto intended to skewer the young woman who fumbled her attack on him earlier, if she had little control of her blade, Seto believed he needed to teach proper swordsmanship.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Objective IV
Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | Assault Armor, Lightsaber (blue), Vibrodaggers, Throwing Knives, Binding Wires
Location | Archive, Abandoned Jedi Temple, Sullust
Allies | [member="Val Kordova"] & [member="Tao Liu Xian"] (direct), [member="Seto Du Couteau"] (in the vicinity); First Order
Hostiles | [member="Zai Avery"]
Objective | Subjugate

[SIZE=11pt]She watched as three hound-like creatures stepped before them, their forms appearing out of the darkened corners of the Archive. They were menacing as they advanced, their fangs and spines sharp and their muscles coiled in preparation to lunge towards them. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]If[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] they were what they appeared to be, that is.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Perhaps if she were less experienced, she would have fallen for the deception. But as well crafted as these beasts were, Marriskcal has fought many losing spars with her counterpart, enough to notice the lack of details that would have aided in grounding them in reality. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]While they were certainly no doppelgänger, she remained wary. The appearance of the beasts are a clear indicator that the rogue Force auras she could feel were unreceptive to First Order presence in the ruined temple. Her concern only continued to grow when the bright spark of her youngest sibling appeared within the Archive. Though she felt nothing but pride and confidence in Tao’s skills and his ability to hold his own in a fight, there was also a part of her that remained worried about his well-being.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Beneath her helmet, her lips were drawn in a thin line as she felt the twist and swirl of foreign Force at work, even as the reptilian hounds charged towards them. A distraction[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]?[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Though they may not originate from a more familiar form of illusion she was used to, the blonde was not about to presume that they were mere shadows. Her movements fluid, Marriskcal drew her lightsaber and shifted into the classic dueling form of Makashi. But before they clashed, the three hounds dissipated.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]What stepped into the Archive in their place was something Marriskcal could only describe as an abomination. Its movements were erratic, lurching and jarring as it stepped into the center of the room. Its face was terrible, made all the more dreadful because it was a surreal amalgamation of reality and nightmare. There was just enough features that was recognisable as inherently human, which made the eldritch horror of the rest of its form all the more nauseating. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Though a frisson of fear coursed down her spine, the initiate continued to stand tall, her form unyielding as she stared up at it. “And is there something worth guarding in here[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]?” she calmly countered, her eyes flickering towards the twin lightsabers they held. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Two voices, two lightsabers, one body.

“I was of the impression that everything and anything important has already been taken off-planet the moment the Alliance fell.”[/SIZE]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Gear: Armour of Ren | Lightsaber | Wristlink | Headphones
Location: Temple of the New Jedi Order
Tags: [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Zai Avery"] | [member="Val Kordova"]

[ disorder ]​

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The young Atrisian was admittedly confused as he caught a glimpse of what appeared to be something blinking out of existence, the fading of the illusion registering in his peripheral vision as though the silhouette of a ghost that was just out of focus. A presence acknowledged, though when he looked toward it he found that there was nothing there.

Spooky!

Gooseflesh crept along his arms, even as the dark haired youngling turned toward Marr to offer the obligatory, "Nihao!"

The Atrisian boy's cheerful salutation was contrasted by the emergence of a quite otherwordly creature. It was really like something straight out of the 830's horror holos. And that was before the voice echoed through the chamber.

“Prepare to face the last of Sullust’s power, trespassers”.

Marr drew her lightsaber.

Tao drew his HoloBoy. Swiping his thumb across the screen, the youngling activated the holo-camera app. Vanishing in a blur of Force Speed, the youngling shifted to the other side of the room and angled the device toward the creature. "As--" his voice was heard, before the youngling vanished and re-appeared in another location for another angle on the creature. "--tral!"

This was totally going up on Instaholo.

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#Monsters #Sullust #JediPrincess

 

[Progflaw99]

The official atmosphere quickly deteriorated - much to the Moff's relief. The Colonel spoke candidly and he appreciated the raw feedback compared to the often more present silver tongued finagling done in the Council. Content to follow in the military man's stead, Dante motioned with a gloved hand to the small cadre of soldiers under his own command. Taking up position at the rear they fell into step quickly. The Moff's eyes feasted on the underground metropolis. If you could call it that. By and large it looked like any other city sans the underground enclosure. *Claustrophobic.*

As their steps progressed the conversation took a turn, a less than subtle vehemence emanating from the Colonel as he spoke. “And should things get hairy, start supporting these damned... things.”. A perplexed frown stretched across his thin lips. An expression which seemed to become more and more permanent as time went on. With a bite of his own he responded.

"Colonel. I suspect you already know this, but the processing and integration of this planet's native population falls solely under the civilian sector's purview. Your presence here is circumstantial at best and while the First Order requires your services in regards to the induction of this planet to the fold it's people will become citizens of our empire." He took a breath. "As to resources - you aren't blind. Sullust is more than the sum of its parts, its resources. Sullust is a hard won symbol of Imperial dominance in the region. Wholesale oppression of its indigenous people is going to be a non-starter with the council however the planet's military importance can perhaps be... inflated. Plans exist for this world, beyond the ambitions of retribution on these people. Don't mistake my meaning, there will be retribution. Calculated retribution."

[member="Konstantin Makarev"]​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel looked upon the Jedi, his Lightsaber still down. His eyes locked on her she was not dressed as a Jedi. The elegant monk like robes that he had seen on so many of them, if not mixed with a version of Battle Armor. He almost laughed, but contained it due to her words. Galactic games of conquest... She knew so little. Her kind was a virus on the galaxy, and those like the Ren, the Sith were the cure. For too long the Jedi had led to wars of destruction through the new age they were living in and in the past.

Even though the First Imperials could hardly grasp the likes of the Force, it didn't matter. The Ren the mystics that had served the Force through the Supreme Leader and that of the First Order only knew the threat the Jedi posed, or at the very least Kyrel did. He wouldn't stop till they either turned or they were all dead. He could feel his droid approach him. Asking as he was eagerly wondering if he could kill the Jedi and take her saber.

He raised his taloned hands up as to stop him. "No.. You may take her lightsaber as your trophy in due time Grievous.. There are other plans for her. I did say I wanted her alive." He looked back at her, not caring the slightest if she was tired or not. "Galactic Games... Hardly, we are the cure that will eradicate the chaos that is brought by the likes of you as we bring peace to the galaxy. You will surrender and return with me to Mustafar as my Prisoner."


[member="HK-42"]
[member="Amilthi Camlenn"]

 

[Amilthi Camlenn]

Location: Abandoned Sentinel Training Centre
Tags: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="HK-42"]

Amilthi squinted as the towering figure of a combat droid appeared behind Kyrel. It was of a strange design, with two little lightsabers built into its underarms. Useful perhaps for some purposes, those weren't exactly what you wanted to fight a Jedi with who was wielding a full-sized blade. Their shorter length meant a lack of reach, and even for defensive purposes, more movement would be required, at a speed that a mechanical droid would find difficult to keep up with. Fast as its processors might be, it did not have the benefit of intuition and precognition. Amilthi was not overly concerned by its appearance, thought the violent personality matrix must have taken some particular perversity to program.

She returned her attention to Kyrel. "Chaos?" said the Jedi quizzically. "I'm more one for harmony. Now that war, seen from the outside I admit, looked neither orderly nor harmonious, let alone peaceful."

"I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be doing on Mustafar. I can meditate anywhere, but unless you want to learn from me, keeping me in your house seems like an inefficient, and potentially not very harmonious, arrangement." She sounded perfectly sincere and oddly earnest. If she was mocking the darksider, her humour must be dryer than the deserts of Tatooine. "Well, I could also help you reprogram the droid so he's more orderly and peaceful. There won't be a place in an orderly universe for a digital rascal like that, after all."

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: Sullust - Jedi Temple.
Isabella Fonti - Ex-SIS, former GA, FO defectee - Unconscious.
Saelle, Saeem, Saelae - Jedi Padawans, Triplets.

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Saelle - [member="Seto Du Couteau"] - Solo.

‘Is that revulsion or pity?’ she thought she tasted a hint of emotion on the edge of his mind. He was a slippery one, it was difficult to get a grip on his thoughts. There was something else there…arrogance? ‘Ahh yes, I see clearly now’ she thought. The pain had brought clarity and allowed her to cut through his cloudy mind. ‘He thinks he is the better swordsman’ she thought.

‘He may very well be…’ she could not determine the source of the second voice. Was it her own thoughts? Her sisters? Or was it something else entirely? No matter, she knew what she had to do. ‘If he is master, then let’s change the game…’

White-hair leaped forward, fast. Saelle made no attempt to dodge, only raising herself onto the tips of her toes. The ruby blade slid in just below her heart, causing immense agony. She gorged on the pain, using it to feed her power. “Foolish indeed” she spat, blood frothing at her mouth. With a maniacal mix of grin and grimace, she pulled herself along her opponent’s lightsaber. As she moved, great amounts of blood were shed. Her crimson lifeforce splashed on the man’s clothes. She brought her lightsaber across, attempting to sever the man’s head from his shoulders…

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Saieem // Saelae - [member="Tao Liu Xian"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Val Kordova"] - Duet.

It crouched down low and tensed its muscles. It was ready to spring when a blurred form distracted it. The bug had rushed past, flashing as it did so. ‘Is it trying to fool us?’ it thought. ‘Nay’ it replied. ‘It is the fool. It has taken a picture of us.’

Spoiler

It let out a discordant laugh, made more alien by its twisted vocal cords. It took another step towards the group. With two minds controlling one body, it would usually be difficult to coordinate in such a manner. Fortunately, the girls had shared a bond since birth.

They leapt together, their vessel soaring towards their enemy. Their minds then split, so as trick their prey. Saelae took control of the arms with each lightsaber. She sent one sweeping low, to cut the feet. The other she sent high, to sever the neck. Meanwhile, Saieem took control of the long-clawed hands. They lashed out towards the small-one, closing in from each side so he couldn’t escape. She would pick him up and tear him limb from limb...

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Ren
Equipment: FO-07K Multi-purpose Assault Armor |Two Lightsabers (Emerald and Ruby)
Location: Ruined Jedi Temple
Objective: Honoring the Unknown Force User

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[member="Zai Avery"] | Saelle​

Zeroed in, his eyes focused allowed his attack to remain true as he raced towards his target. Wha-? Seto felt his blade meet resistance upon piercing through flesh, then half a moment later it slipped further through. His eyes widened and his instincts screamed at him to dodge, but he had committed to this attack and had assumed his target's will to live had matched his own. The galaxy often enjoyed tormenting the young Du Couteau with absurdities.

Wrong again, what a crazy galaxy.

Seto released his lightsaber from his right hand, the ruby blade disappeared as the hilt fell downwards to the ground. His left shoulder raised and Seto concentrated the Force within his now free right palm as his left arm continued to block the attack. The blade clashed with his armor, and even with the resistances designed for such engagements his skin could already feel the heat increasing. There were limits to everything, from his armor to her sanity.

Pain slowly sent signals to his mind and that his armor had reached its maximum damage threshold, the blade's heat now had exposed flesh to cut through but for only just a moment. Seto released the amount of Force energy he had gathered into a blast and slammed into the young woman. Blood already covered the young Du Couteau, but now more erupted and with such close proximity Seto possessed no chance to dodge or even block any of it.

"Pity? No, but I will say-" Seto controlled his voice, even as pain seeped into his mind and influenced his tone, "-You had my gratitude, and now you have my recognition as well." He dropped his head for a small bow before he winced as he attempted to move his left arm behind his back. A close one right there. His eyes traveled to his shoulder and noted the scorch marks that led to his chest plate and near the top he finally realized how close her blade was from striking true.

Seto gently stretched out his right hand, the life force fading from the young woman and he gently lowered her to the ground instead of letting her collapse undignified. "Well done." Seto added finally, an admiration of her dedication and sacrifice. He knew that she was not the first to earn such a praise from him, and no doubt she would not be the last. But her memory will remain as a scar in his mind, as her blade left one on his body, even as marks fade Seto won't forget.

Like blood stains on white clothing, they will never truly be completely removed and gone from the pigment.

 

[HK-42]

Location: Abandoned Training Centre
Objective: Actually capture this disgusting Jedi
Nearby: [member="Amilthi Camlenn"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]

The Jedi they had under "captivity" was quite dry with her humor, and he did hold back when his Master told him to...but reprograming? She dares to claim she can reprogram him, and that he'd just like it? No...that isn't happening. "I am not allowing some filthy Jedi to go poking around in my circuitry just because of my burning hatred for your kind. I would rather be melted down to be used for a blaster than being reprogrammed by a Jedi!" Grievous was clearly insulted by the Jedi claiming she could reprogram him, and Kyrel Ren could even tell that Grievous was getting ready to charge at her, the clear emotion of anger is the fueling force for his attack against the Jedi.

 

[Progflaw99]

At the mention of likely hostile contact Val recoiled visibly. Her fingers curled tightly around the weapon in her hands, the memory of the pain from the loss of her hand still plaguing her mind. It had healed months ago, replaced now with a prosthetic. Even so Val couldn't help but feel strange at the sight of it - despite its natural appearance. It was evident that the woman ahead wanted to continue and the FOSB Agent couldn't have agreed more. Something felt off, she didn't know what but it would be best for them all if they didn't stick around to find out.

As they were about to step off, deeper into the former archive, Val noted the soft footsteps behind her. A quick glance revealed a boy, headphones nestled snugly over ear. His attire spoke to his affiliation, a sour expression flashed briefly across the agent's features. *They're sending kids along? I didn't sign up to be a baby sitter.* Val didn't have time to consider the boy further, the sudden appearance of what appeared to be some form of wolf before the group. Just as quickly they shifted, a flurry of action throwing all cognitive thought into disarray. In a frantic move she pushed off with her left leg, propelling herself sideways in an attempt to re-angle herself to an advantage - and to prevent any injury. Too quick the apparitions faded and moved, too swift for her to utter any more than a grunt as her shoulder hit the ground as she rolled. Quickly popping up on one knee Val struggled to bring the barrel of her weapon to bear.

"Contact!"

Taking short aim at the first moving thing she saw, Val squeezed the trigger.

[member="Zai Avery"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Tao Liu Xian"]​

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Objective IV
Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | Assault Armor, Lightsaber (blue), Vibrodaggers, Throwing Knives, Binding Wires
Location | Archive, Abandoned Jedi Temple, Sullust
Allies | [member="Val Kordova"] & [member="Tao Liu Xian"] (direct), [member="Seto Du Couteau"] (in the vicinity); First Order
Hostiles | [member="Zai Avery"]
Objective | Subjugate

[SIZE=11pt]“Tao…” Her words were both fond and exasperated.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As much as Marriskcal adored her youngest sibling, there were times where Tao did such inexplicable things at inappropriate timings that she felt the need to knead her temples. And if the situation they were mired in was not as dire as it seemed, she would have given in to the temptation. But the blonde did not deny that his seemingly blasé approach helped to dissipate some of the anxiety she held over his wellbeing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]From the harsh laughter that escaped, Marriskcal knew her attempt at focusing their attention onto herself has failed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]No matter.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She let out an exhale as the abomination charged towards them, sending a flush of the Force throughout her form to enhance her strength and movements. The piercing sound of the agent’s gun served as a signal for her to launch her own assault.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Though she favoured her right, the initiate was able to fight with nary a constraint even while using her non-dominant arm. She flicked her lightsaber to her other hand as she advanced, fleet of foot as she lunged towards the eldritch being in an outward arc. With most of the focus centered on the two lightsabers they wielded, Marriskcal only realised that they were also aiming for her brother when she was already in motion.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her mouth drawn into a thin line, Marriskcal discarded her initial plan, her left leg striking heavily against the flooring as she entered its range, causing motes of dust to scatter into the air. Using the limb as a lever to bear the burden of her weight, the blonde bore down on the elbow joint of their adversary’s lower arm with the strength of the Force behind her action, hoping that it was enough to crush its bones.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]In the same breath, her right hand closed firmly around its upper arm, the blue blade of her lightsaber humming as it swept towards their head.[/SIZE]

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Captain (Jr. Grade) Cynthia "Cyn" Alucard
Designation: Pixie One/Leader
Classification: Fighter Interception Squadron (16)
Allies: [member="Karl Von Strauss"] (Directly Under) | [member="Robogeber"]

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". . . . . . ."

No response. Cyn grinned ear to ear as she accelerated forward, weapons already charged and her torpedoes primed. Her TIE fighter ready to deliver swift First Order justice on those who dare defy and do not heed their commands. The rest of Pixie followed suit, their crafted quickly raced through open space and with no worries of oversight from their leaders Cyn and her Pixies charged straight ahead. Cyn's targeting computer already locked onto one of their larger star ships, a possible transport but with their star fighters present such long range attack would end up as futile.

"Pair up Pixies, and once we engage commence a Free hunt, if it is known that their escort is Named break off attack and regroup." Cyn ordered her squad, they knew how to conduct themselves but often she felt inclined to offer up a helpful reminder. Aside, they would probably go too far with this attack if I don't vocally reign them back a tad.

Cyn carefully adjusted her craft's trajectory as new movement had updated their trajectory for interception, the unknown craft either would rely on their escort for protection or an emergency jump to lightspeed. Or there is a third option. My mercy. Cyn had doubts and always kept an open mind for miracles. Her mercy though, once the dice were cast, was the single thing these unknown vessels will never receive.

The entirety of Pixie squadron all opened up with their weapons and a salvo of proton torpedoes were launched. Quickly each Pixie broke off their attack to pair up and along with Cyn, Pixie Two formed up as her wingmate and quickly adjusted themselves to go in for their second approach. Tempest Squadron would no doubt either come to see a fresh graveyard of dead ships or clean up the remaining stragglers.

Cyn minded if other squadrons showed up without approval, it either confused the battlefield or took away potential opportunities to make Aces out of her Pixies. But here, it would be unfair if I don't share.

First Order TIE/D Defender x8 Tempest Squadron

Engagement: [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Konstantin Makarev]

Makarev looked coldly into Calgar's eyes. A burning passion was met against the calculated gaze of the moff. From his position, of attentiveness, he listened. The Moff's words, were initially met with some brooding hostility. Civilians. Of course. But what did they know of sacrifice? Of valor and courage? The colonel scoffs were internalised, until his last few words. Some assurance flourished, and through that, Konstantin was buoyed somewhat. When finished, the colonel offered a small smirk. He saluted, and then again took the politicians hand, "Not many men think like you." He mused, "Not the one's that count anyways."

Makarev gestured to the platoon, "Form up!" he barked, before turning to Calgar, "I have some admin matters to attend to. My men will field you to headquarters." And with that, Dante Calgar disappeared from sight. A phalanx of stormtroopers having swarmed where he stood, carrying him almost away with a weight and purpose, through the avenues. Makarev donned his pistol, and activated his commlink, "This is Makarev, VIP has arrived, proceeding to sector 12." As he made the march, he saw the fear in the eyes of the locals. The terror as they now finished FIrst Order paperwork, and were counted. Bullies, tyrants and coward, were whispered, and thrown around by the defiant youth. And to an extent they were right.

But the truth was, they were so much worse than that.

 

[Robogeber]

The Grand Admiral waited for the Captain to depart for his station, before he now turned his ever lasting gaze to the buzz and glow of terminals. The Grand Admiral had forgotten himself, and now needed to watch the terminal. Instead, he viewed the new blips of hostile and unknown vessels, dispatched over the surface of Sulon. One by one, snuffed out by the superior TIE models and pilots. A grin crept over Rausgeber's face, or what was considered his face. It was hard to tell with men like him.

"Continue on present course." The droid barked, before turning to the viewport of the bridge. Identical to the star destroyers of near a millenia before his time. A legacy of an empire long gone. One which Rausgeber was bringing to Sullust. Retribution and age old adage of Imperial Justice would now be imparted on Sullust. Perhaps one day they would become equals, or close to that under the banner of a pan-species empire. But for now, their betrayal would net them the wrath of the Order. And in the days, months or even years to come, star destroyers would cling to Sullust's skies. Ever ready to snuff out its populace.

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: Sullust - Jedi Temple.
Isabella Fonti - Ex-SIS, former GA, FO defectee.
Saelle, Saeem, Saelae - Jedi Padawans, Triplets.

Finale - [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Tao Liu Xian"] | [member="Marriskcal Lati"] | [member="Val Kordova"]

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Saelle flew backwards through the air, impacting on one of the temple’s large pillars. She was red, so very red; covered head to toe in blood. Too late did she realize which one of them was truly arrogant. She had depended too much on victory over the white-haired man. The man’s lifeforce would not have just healed her, it would have made her stronger.

It is said you feel cold as you die, but Saelle felt nothing. She sold her humanity long ago, and any feeling associated with such status. Even the pain, which she had fed on, which had made her feel alive…was gone. ‘There is one thing I must know, before I pass’ she thought. It took effort, but she managed to push herself off the pillar.

Crawling laboriously, leaving a trail of blood, she made her way towards the man. All of her energy abandoned her, save a small shred of connection to the force. She clutched at life and refused the call of death. Harnessing the last of her power, her arm elongated and shot towards the man. Her hand outstretched, the twisted fingers stopped just shy of the man’s temple. From there she plucked a single thought.

She smiled, whispered: “Seto Du Couteau” and died.

- - - - -​

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The monster felt its sister die and the agony of losing her was too much. The two souls railed against each other, each screaming like they had lost a part of themselves. Outwardly, the monster shuddered and flew into a fit, arms thrashing around wildly. Looking for something to punish, the sisters willed their body to leap forward and attack the child. Claws extended, and lightsabers raised, the monster was baring all its wrath upon the small form.

It was interrupted by a shot to the head. The projectile was well aimed, and the pain was great, although nothing compared to the passing of their sister. The monster screamed and spun around, only realizing too late who was the true fool. The blaster bolt had distracted them, allowing the blonde to slip into attack range.

It screamed an ungodly sound as it’s elbow joint broke, but its grievance was short lived. The woman severed their head and they felt their two minds begin to unravel. The two souls in one body made it difficult enough to control but with the head severed, the body began to rebel as it embraced death.

Their time was near, this much Saieem and Saelae knew. Together they used the last of their power to command the body once more. One of the long, clawed hand darted out towards the blonde, the sharp claws stopping just shy of the woman’s temple. From there they plucked a single thought.

The disembodied head smiled and whispered: “Marriskcal Lati”. Then, they died.

- - - - -​

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Isabella woke suddenly, her head pounding. She shivered and sat up. This part of the temple was now empty, but she had the feeling she wasn’t alone. She looked down at her body and gaped. She was mostly unhurt, only a little sore. But that was impossible, she had fallen from a great height. She should be dead, or at least near-dead.

Her sleeve billowed with an unknown breeze and Isabella sat very still. With hesitation she pulled back her sleeve. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw only blue skin underneath. She moved to stand and-

Three shadowy forms coalesced from underneath the edge of her cloak. She screamed as the spirits penetrated her skin, leaving behind severe burns. She watched on in horror as her skin cracked and her veins turned black. The demons burrowed deeper through her flesh until they found her soul.

“Don’t leave us, Miss Fonti” one whispered as Isabella spasmed in pain. “Protect us, Isabella” said another, as it burrowed into her brain and twisted her thoughts. “The First Order killed your children” the third finished. Isabella let out another scream, one intermingled with the voices of the children, and fled the room.

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[Exit Thread]​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel looked at the Jedi, almost giving a laugh at how Grievous did not like the thought of being reprogrammed to be like that of a protocol droid. He would have to make a note to make upgrades to the droid's personality matrix maybe give him a twisted sense of humor. But it seems very unlikely that the droid would get touched by the hands of a Jedi like her. She was alone, outmatched had nowhere else to go. She so far didn't want to fight, which made things easier, not like the Jedi he was more accustomed to dealing with, who would eagerly meet his blade with theirs.

"Do not worry Grevious she won't touch you besides. I know you won't let that happen even in such a case." He then focused his attention back to the Jedi, keeping his blade lowered as a sign that he wouldn't immediately harm her. Behind the faceless expression of his mask, he was interested why the woman would not attack, why she had so far remained quiet. "No you are not, but I hate your kind in any case. So I am giving you one of two choices. Return with me willingly I will not harm you. If you do not try and defend yourself. I will take pieces off of you before I drag you back to Mustafar in chains. "

[member="HK-42"]
[member="Amilthi Camlenn"]