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Another Battle of Anzat [TSE vs SJO]

Yuroic watched as Krest spoke and moved. He knew that the Sith would be trying to unbalance him, the Dark Side needed an advantage over the Light, a straight fight was never their style. Perhaps it was because they knew they would lose, or perhaps because they never knew how to fight fair to begin with. It did not matter, Yuroic gave a smirk. He allowed the alcoyte to probe his mind at first, he could feel the attempt the instant the Sith boy tried to enter his mind. His years with Jairdain taught him how to recognise and defend against mental attacks.

"Seems you don't want to face me on your own. Scared you will lose or is your Padawan attempting to attack me without your consent. It was foolish of him to attempt to attack my mind, you should know Jairdain taught me how to defend myself." Yuroic called out, ignoring the bait Krest sent to him instead using this as his bait instead. Looking in the direction of the alcoyte, Yuroic sent a powerful Force Push, knowing it would send the boy backwards, revealing that Yuroic knew where he was and could attack if he wanted to.

"How about we skip the talking and fight. Just me and you, no Padawans, no distractions. Lets see if darkness can survive against the light." Yuroic taunted somewhat as he took a defensive stance. Ready to fight.

[member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Rhaelor Vasilios"]
 
“The ship just came flying in like it owned the place and then…” The younger man ceased his speech as the pair, Kira and himself came around the caves last bend into what could only be described as a make-shift hanger now that a ship, still red with the heat of re-entry was parked within it.

“Woah!” Kira exclaimed as she entered the scene, several of the men inside having got rather rough handed with the pilot who had given a fight himself at least. “Hey, hey!” She said louder to try and get the attention onto her rather then the flurry of aggravation around the ship. “Take your hands off him.” She took a few steps towards the group and was handed, politely she would add an identity card by the pilot at question. One of the guards went to shove him back, Kira’s calm hand raising to pause his intention.

“[member="Icarus Volcata"]?” She read from the identity card, her eyes darting between his face and the picture imbedded next to the MPTC logo. “Is that meant to mean something to me?” She tossed the card back to the pilot, trying not to catch his eye too much. “You said you’re here to help. That is enough, plus you managed to get here unscathed…” She gave the ship a quick and rather judgmental look. “Which speaks for itself.”

She let the face slide, it was hard being a serious body all the time. Looking to the guards she nodded her head towards the ship and indicated them to board the ship and unload it as Icarus had said. She took a deep breath, hands on hips and turned her attention back to the pilot, he was roguishly good looking with a darkened skin tone reminiscent of the farm boys she used to head towards on Lothal.

“Hi. I’m Kira.”
 
Alm was right to assume Vahliath sensed her anger; at the moment, it was oozing into the Force around her, making it tense - knotted. All the negative entanglements associated with the ways of the Dark Side. Even if she were a Sith, he felt her anger was justified. She looked determined to kill that child before her. Instead, it was pulled away from the shadows and guided into the light, their saviour coming in the form of what Vahliath considered a true enemy. An oppressor of the Force, ignorant in all their ways. Amber gems wandered the space between that boy and his hero, following the ethereal flow of the Force which momentarily bound them together. It didn't take long for his eyes to fall upon the source. There he stood: a Jedi, through and through. Vahliath was not blind to the ways of the Force the Jedi exercised. Everything they done felt so. . . simple. Even the essence which surrounded their being: smooth and delicate, like glass. Unlike Alm, Vahliath didn't appear too fazed by what the Jedi was requesting. The two adopted the same level of calmness, but Vahliath was the one who remained silent, allowing Alm to express her displeasure to what the Jedi offered-- demanded. He remained silent through her expression of anger under what appeared to be an intimidation tactic, lashing around that gargantuan weapon of hers. Sith often thought of themselves in moments like these, or at least that was a stereotype which revolved around them. Beings fuelled by selfish goals, desires and lust and blinded by inward thinking. It was right - to some extent. Vahliath expressed his ability to contradict that stereotype via the Force. He gathered only enough to alert Alm and make the air thick before her, attempting to encourage her to come to a halt. Vahliath was no seer of fortunes, but it looked as if Alm was going to charge straight into an enemy they had yet to analyse thoroughly. Vahliath was attempting to do that in the very moment. In addition, he stepped forward, carrying that vibrant white Lightsaber in his grasp.

"--Not just yet." Vahliath spoke out to Alm, even daring to put his hand on her shoulder. Maybe it looked like he was oppressing her, but truth be told he was doing them both a favour. He maintained his gaze upon the Jedi, one that ceased to waver. His hand eventually dropped from Alm's shoulder, falling back to his side. Those cracks b
eneath the Jedi's feet - Vahliath noticed it. While it seemed insignificant to worry about, there was a lot that could be done with it. Vahliath expressed his own interest in the ground, manipulating the Force the strain the grit and create small, almost worthless fissures around himself. It was far from making an attempt to show off. Exactly what Vahliath was doing would remain with him and him alone, cast to the depths of his mind so no attempts could be made to invade his thoughts and acquire knowledge. The Jedi were long exercised in their mind manipulation, and the way the Force moved around this lightened individual spoke tales of expectations. One thing Vahliath didn't want to do is get caught off guard. Even if the Jedi only exercised so much, he was expecting absolutely anything. That way there were no surprises.
"This village - it accommodates our oppressors. You must understand why we came here - and also why we cannot just simply leave." That time, Vahliath expressed himself to the Jedi.

[member="Arcanus Sunstrider"]
[member="Alm"]
 

Stephanie Swail

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More taunts, and another slash at her face, to which she snapped her head back again, more aware of the Sith and his weaponry. He pushed her back with a burst of energy which felt like a temporary barrier she had to push back against, and it slowed her.

With a little distance between them, Stephanie stopped and rooted in her brown belt to pull out a homing device. She cracked it open, activating it and dropped it on the ground and it flashed red in short bursts, hopefully signalling a way for [member="Valkren Calderon"] and his Rangers to pass over.

She would fight a way through for them, Sith attacking her or not.

Stephanie returned to her opponent and felt another charge of adrenalin to cut him down, and she moved with a burst of Force speed with an aim to take him of his feet. She darted right, then left, blue blade buzzing, and then right again before spinning around with her leg out to sweep his from under him.

Regardless of if she managed mount him after the sweep or not, she lunched for him to close the gap.

"Pull out of Anzat! Do you hear me! Clear this system at once!"

[member="Kilrys Serccci"]
 

Kilrys Serccci

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Kilrys's darted to the tracker, the flashing light instantly told him what it was. So that was her true mission, or was it a beg for help. It didn't matter to him, he just knew that the device had to be destroyed before it could do whatever it was meant to do. There was too great a risk in it compromising the Sith's attack and Kilrys refused to let that happen. Unfortunately, the woman pressed her attack on him, slashing at him in a variety of moves. Kilrys blocked some, but dodged most with the Force enhancing his agility.

Jumping over her, he landed near the tracker and crushed it in his hands. "Your friends won't save you from the Darkness. It is already there girl, it is ready to take over. Just embrace the Darkness, let it show you the true power of the Force." Kilrys hissed as he twirled his sword around in his practiced manner. His eyes narrowed as she tried to order him off his own home world.

"How dare you! You do not command me! I belong here more than you!" He growled loudly, raging building inside him. "This is my home! I. AM. ANZAT!" Kilrys bellowed as he launched forward, using his rage, his attacks were more aggressive. They contained more power behind each strike as Kilrys roared at the woman.

"Leave my homeworld! Go back to your pathetic life! Fail at saving the weak, watch them die at the hands of the Sith!" Kilrys roared as he slashed at her body and legs. His aim to make her suffer, an unbearable pain of cuts all over her body.

[member="Stephanie Swail"]
 
Kirie had been left standing alone as the small party of Jedi from the Trade Council Order had scattered almost as soon as it formed. She was left, standing in the centre of the vaulted cavern, watching the retreating forms of the other Jedi, the ones who knew what they were doing. She waited for a moment, wondering if she was supposed to follow, or stay behind and wait for instructions. Unsure, she looked around, waiting for any sign that someone was coming back to tell her what she was supposed to be doing.

Eventually, when it was clear nobody was coming back for her, she began walking towards where she'd seen one of the Jedi walk off to, to investigate a ship that had landed without warning. She emerged from the caverns just as the young pilot was slammed against the hull of his ship, clearly protesting as he was frisked. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to smile. As he turned his head, she could just barely read his lips, a few words in particular stuck out to her. 'Medical supplies.'

Watching from a few metres back, Kirie stood aside awkwardly as one of the Jedi strode forward and began directing the soldiers nearby and speaking to the man. It was a Jedi Master, Kirie recalled her name was [member="Kira Vaal"]. Whenever she saw the woman she felt intimidated, so she'd never actually spoken to her. Not really knowing what to do with herself, she stood to the side, waiting for instructions. She could barely stave off an aggressive eye-roll as the Voice piped up once again.

"What are you waiting for? You heard him. He has supplies. If you insist on doing the 'right thing' by helping these people, you should actually stay true to your word. Waiting for this Jedi is wasting time."

Kirie tilted her head slightly. As much as she hated to admit it, the Voice had a point. Before she knew what she was doing, she was taking a step, walking with her head up, and eyes forward, until she passed the Jedi, and passed the pilot, and passed the guard. All the way up the boarding ramp and into the ship, searching for the medical supplies.

"Good girl." It purred.

[member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"] | [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] | [member="Mathias Zaren"]
 

Stephanie Swail

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Scowling as the Sith crushed her device, she prayed it had been picked up. If not, she was out on her own engaging in battle once more. She steadied herself as the blue blade cast it’s glow over her, and watched him tap into his anger.

She jostled quickly left and right, fingers flexing to get a tight grip on her hilt, eyes wide with anticipation and she began to absorb his attacks. A block here, a swipe there, letting his blind rage consume his energy and simply go with the flow, to let him do the work. His voice shouted above their clashing blades, and he was one of the native people it seemed.

As his crimson blade swiped over her, she ducked and rose with her saber ready to counter, but a fresh slice with the vibroblade caught her arm and she winced in pain. As she saw it come again, she let one hand go and grabbed his wrist tight, digging her fingers in and holding the arm at bay.

There was no choice to live or die; she had to live. Drawing in the Force around her and even his own darkness, she amplified her strength and stamina to maintain him. Blood trickled down her arm to once more soil what was left of the once pristine cream Hapan gown.

"You should be…ashamed! You are not a true native of this world….if you return to destroy those here and consume it with the darkness!"

Her teeth gritted again and she snarled – and with a jerk of her head she aimed to crack him on te bridge of the nose with her brow and send him back down to buy time and advantage.

[member="Kilrys Serccci"]
 
Objective: Look like a badass
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Kolbacca"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]
The Wookiee thundered towards him with immense speed, but the great frame of the sentient naturally caused issues in generating such speed. Barely using any effort, the Sith Lord leaped aside and telekinetically bashed the Wookiee by the feet, hoping to send him cartwheeling away using the momentum built up by the Jedi. The Jedi and her Echani friend seemed to be a more difficult foe and more intelligent foe however.

He had allowed himself a brief moment of distraction, and by the time he had been able to react to the Jedi's attack, it was far too late for him to centre himself to evade the assault. Instead, he prepared himself for the coming pain and quietly tapped into the Force to deliver him information on both the blasters destinations and the bolts fired from the Echani.

The blaster collided heavily with his thigh, causing a twang of pain to reverberate across his entire body, contorting his face into a grimace. The Sith Lord managed to bat away the blaster bolts with relative ease, for they were all aimed in a predictable pattern which his blade could swiftly reach. Several shots rebounded into the backs of enemy troopers. "Not good enough, Padawan." the Epicanthix snapped, unleashing yet another blast of Dark Side energy at the Jedi, manifesting itself again into deadly projections of electricity, and though much less powerful than his previous assault, he needed this Jedi out of the way for long enough to end the troublesome Echani and the cocky Wookiee.
 

Kolbacca

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After such an assault and the sith dodging said attacks the Wookie building to much speed and with his massive body weight he rolled a couple times while flipping confused and stunned the Wookie regaining his bearings got up still with lightsaber in hand he calmed his emotions and cleared his mind of any other distractions slowly making his way towards the sith once again.


Next to: [member="Darth Sibilus"] [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]
 
Integrated High Head Display:

Location: From Anzat's Surface to -> Anzat's Orbite | The Ablution
Objective: Intercept Silver Jedi boarding party
Allies: The Sith Empire I [member="Vanessa Vantai"]
[member="Darth Imperium"] [member="Orion Darkstar"] [member="Garland Kramer"] [member="Jayce Vitalus"] [member="Calina Ovmar"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order I [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] [member="Shamira Karuto"] [member="Laira Darkhold"] [member="Julius Sedaire"]

WARNING: FORCE USERS DETECTED! YSALAMARI STATUS... STABLE.

Turns out, the Silver Jedi are bringing the big guns in orbit: and Natassia is much too familiar with battles won on the ground, but lost in space. They either turn into retreats or crushing defeats: the Sith Empire will allow none. Abandoning the task at hand, she quickly scans the situation through her high head display, locating a nearby hangar: the Silver Jedi's forces haven't reached it yet, but it is just a manner of time now.
Rushing through the lines with her energy shield raised, she groans as a sniper managed to hit her in the arm, her armor's shield system broken, leaving her open for attacks. An alarm blares in her helmet as she ducks under cover, firing in controlled bursts at the handful of troops who decided to focus her. One well-placed grenade is enough to throw them off-guard, although she flees to the hangar rather than stays to fight those who approach her position. If the Empire's troopers are to fail and lose the barricade, it will be their mess to deal with, not hers.

The hangar is in rough shape, half of the structure collapsed in an attempt to prevent access to the few ships there: thankfully, the Hoplite armor is a marvelous piece of technology, and so she attaches her SMG to her belt and deactivates her energy shield, using her raw strength and her armor's servomotors to get the rubble out of the way. It takes her several minutes, but the result brings a grin to her face: an aircraft awaited her there, and the woman found herself praising her luck as she found out it could indeed go past the atmosphere after a quick scan.
The sort-of mercenary lost no time as she hopped into the cockpit, feeling quite restrained because of her armor, although not to the point where she would be hindered flying the fighter.
Patching into Sith frequencies, she lost much more minutes than she had taken clearing the rubble trying to find information - she did get a transmission that The Ablution was being boarded. Losing no time questionning how the Jedi managed to set foot on the flagship of the Void Irregular Fleet, she checked the fuel levels and, as some pilots put it, "punched it".

Getting out of the atmosphere was hard enough: the Jedi had aircrafts of their own, after all. Thankfully, since her ticket to space didn't have any obvious SIth Empire markings, she managed to slip past the worst engagements, feeling a sudden rumble as she pierced through the atmosphere and reaching the void of space.
Contrarily to the planet side fighting, she was almost immediately engaged, forcing her to try and shake off her attackers.
There was a certain aspect to mortality. When fighting on the ground, you watch out for enemy fire and consider cover, constantly analyzing the battlegrounds: in space, things are much different, but one thing remains the same: the adrenaline kicking into your system as you realize that you may just die here.

And in Natassia's case, the savage thought of victory as she manages to shift her vehicle around and fires a volley of missiles at her pursuers, reducing them to small bits drifting in space.
Approaching The Ablution before she bites more than she can chew, she quickly gives her identification ID and is allowed inside the hangar.

Realizing how quickly she just shifted from the solid ground of a planet to the uncertain metal of a spaceship, she barks at a nearby technician, shoving her SMG against his chest as he first refuses her demand for a speeder.The poor man pales at that, and moments later, she is groaning as she recklessly drives to the insertion point of the Jedi, having downloaded the data about the insertion from his datapad. Hopefully, she won't be too late: it would be a shame to miss the self-righteous fools.
She switches her frequencies, going from space control to the ship's more steady buzzing.
"The Silver Jedi are boarding. I am en route to their location - anyone care to provide support?"
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYBYM7EPgRs[/media]​
 

Kilrys Serccci

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He watched as the blade sliced her arm, the cut gave him renewed focus and strength. However, when she grabbed his wrist, the Sith was stunned. It was a bold move, followed by a headbutt to his nose. The crack was audible but Kilrys blinked to avoid a watering of his eyes. He had been headbutted before and it did not faze him as much as the Jedi might have believed. Kilrys thrusted his hand forward, gripping her throat.

"Big mistake girl, never get too close to an Anzat. See, we need soup to survive. It is why we embrace the Darkness. Without soup, we are as weak as you." His proboscises extended from the sides of his nose, they flickered eagerly towards her nose. Squeezing her throat as he pulled her slowly closer to him. "Embrace the Darkness, let me show you my true power." His voice turn silky, his mind probing hers as he attempted to seduce her into hypnosis.

He dropped his sword, gripping her wrist holding her Lightsaber. Preventing the Jedi from attacking him with it during this attempt.

[member="Stephanie Swail"]
 
Leira saw everything, felt everything. She could feel her lips moving and her hands gripping the lightsaber, pressing it against Ron's skin. She could hear his skin sizzling and popping under the blade. She could control nothing though. It was as if she were watching a horror film watching the peril of the main characters but only able to sit back and watch the destruction helplessly. Except this was no film; It was very much real as were the consequences.

Though Vereshin was much stronger in the Force than she, Leira refused to let him use her body as a weapon anymore. Reaching out with the Force Leira 'gripped' on his Force signature, trying to push it out and replace it with her own. He effortlessly swatted her away. In her frustration, Leira pondered how she could get him out of her head before he killed Ron. Darth Sibilus had previously told her in a training session to use her ire to her advantage; That was the way of the Dark Side.

Reaching within herself, she honed in on the anguish she was feeling. She dwelt upon how awful it made her feel that she was hurting an innocent, how scared she was to be engaged in combat, how enraged it made her that Vi used her in such a way. With all these negative emotions amassed inside of her, she once again reached out with the Force. This time she could see Vereshin himself sitting in his armchair with his equations laid out in front of him with a nasty, sly look on his face. It made her sick.

BASTARD! Leira shouted at him through their Force bond, something only Vi could hear. Using the Force she could see through his skin. She saw the human anatomy for the first time ever. She began to assail his stomach with pain, twisting it in her mind in abnormal directions. Though this would cause him no lasting physical damage it would feel like fingernails digging into the tender tissues of the organ and hurt as much as severe hemorrhaging. Using telekinesis she grabbed his neck and pressed down for as long as she could, feeling delighted at his sputtering and gagging.

While he was distracted and weakened, she freed herself from his grip. She was back in her own body with her own free will. Ron's hand was wrapped firmly around Leira's throat, causing her to wheeze and gasp. Extending her leg she kicked him twice in the stomach as hard as she could before he dropped her. She immediately took a few staggering steps back, holding her lightsaber behind her ready to defend herself if he attacked her again. She saw the large nasty burn mark on his shoulder, black crispy skin showing at the top and red angry skin surrounding it. She felt nauseous that she had caused it.

"I'm sorry." Leira croaked, genuine regret in her voice.

"You need to get away from me before he comes back. Or I will kill you and I don't want that. Please listen to me." Leira pleaded with him, desperately. She sensed the darkness within him and was terrified he would attack her for revenge. She was ready to defend herself but it was only a matter of time before Vereshin took hold once again. She didn't know how he made her feel so violent, so willing to kill. It was as if she was herself, she was making her own decisions, but somehow she was not herself all at the same time. Everything was so confusing and scary.

"Please," Leira repeated one last time, hoping to drive the point.

[member="Ronin Wendigo"]
[member="Vereshin"]
 
skin, bone, and arrogance
Icarus was immensely relieved when the woman commanded the guards to let him go. He stepped away from them and tugged his jacket back in place, then reached up and ran a hand through his hair while she examined his identity card. She did no seem altogether convinced by his good intentions, and his name certainly meant nothing to her -- not unexpected in the context of things, but still unusual given the cache the name held in the MPTC core.

"Only that I'm not a Sith or an Anzati here to kill everyone and devour their brains," Icarus replied. He took back his identity card and tucked it back into his wallet, which he tucked back into his inside jacket pocket, and stepped out of the way to let [member="Kirie Ito"] move between himself and the Jedi. He turned and keyed open the cargo hold and began to take an inventory. "Thanks for that, by the way," he said over his shoulder, pausing to use his sleeve to wipe his face-print off the otherwise-shiny hull. "Good to meet you," he said, suppressing the urge to return her hard-nosed response to his own introduction. Instead, he said: "I've got bad news and good news, Kira," said Icarus as he started unloading the crates in the external hold. Meanwhile, the interior hold would soon be emptied as well.

"The Council seems to be making a non-decision decision as far as this fight is concerned," said Icarus as he stacked the crates near the ship. "That's the bad news. The good news is, they've got refugee supplies and shelter ready for anyone who makes it off the planet." He straightened and brushed his hands clean briefly, then gave her a palms-up, shaking his head distractedly. "I didn't say there was a lot of good news," he said apologetically, walking over to her. "What can I do to help once I get this ship unloaded?"

[member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Kirie Ito"]​
 

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNeOpwLtoh8​
[member="Vereshin"] | [member="Leira Rhys"]​
It was at that time seem in time as the haze of dark rage seem to lift that he comes face to face with the reality of his action. Where in with forceful thud he feels the sharp pain as her heel connects with his midsection not once but in quick succession. Seem thrown with great force that it along with the sight of his hand round her neck and feel the soft subtle skin beneath his grasp that awoke him. As before long with seeming her last gasping breath he is forced to disengage. Drop her hard upon the cold baren floor as he then is push back gasping for air himself. As if by the same token he'd been drowning himself. In a pool of deep pools of darkness swirling with such malice, he felt unable wrestle himself away. As her words then as the dust settled spoke hoarsely as it seemed out of breath came across.

"I'm sorry."

And it was then gazing at her eyes that seem soulful as it was filled with such remorse. That he could not help feel the pang of pain as well guilt course thru him. As his gaze brush slightly towards her neck and seem the reddish welts form in a faintly ghostly outline of hands....his hands....which not too long ago held so firmly in its place. As such his mouth still feeling dry as the last gasp of air came ever so slowly to cool he seem parched lips.


"I...I ...I didn't mean to....hurt you bit...."

His words cut short as she came rushing thru lost for words as he was still with the seething rage that came course thru him still linger. Cause his heart to race as his vein burn and stomach churned while the taste of acid slightly reaches his mouth. Tha she in seems seer panic herself concluded to speak just as he tentatively took but few step towards her.

"You need to get away from me before he comes back. Or I will kill you and I don't want that. Please listen to me."

Her eyes pleading as they were all but near in tears as a deep seated fear wash over them like gale force winds upon a calm storm. Hand barely reaching as they were held back seem perhaps in fear of some level that if they ever do touch that evil would yet again unleash within her. That in turmoil lost between thought as part him dare wish to stay and free her from evil grasp. While part him fear and dare not stay as if nothing else the sear image of the earlier encounter with the unknown evil that hung heavy in or around her presence stayed.

"Please,"

As soon came her final plea and he, in turn, take few tentative step back as he reaches out with his open palms. REcall in succeeding turns both sabers before tuck one away and let one hang onto the side.
 
In Umbris Potestas Est
OOC: I was told by Elijah King via PM that he is withdrawing from the fleeting portion of the Skirmish.

Location: Pluton-class Battleship Ablution​, in orbit of Anzat
Objective: Defend the planet from the Silver Jedi Order
Allies: [member="Natassia Traxen"] [member="Darth Imperium"] [member="Orion Darkstar"] [member="Garland Kramer"] [member="Jayce Vitalus"] [member="Calina Ovmar"]
Enemies: [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] [member="Shamira Karuto"] [member="Laira Darkhold"] [member="Julius Sedaire"]

"Direct hit on some of their ships!" The bridge crew reported. The LRHHVels caught a couple of the Liberte corvettes of [member="Elijah King"]'s fleet that were descending to the planet below, tearing them asunder. Others were suffering severe damage, flaming as the frigates and corvettes headed towards the surface. Most every ship was damaged at least a little bit from the attack - she estimated that spread out through the landing force was about 25% damaged, with two corvettes destroyed, another two flaming(with a frigate), and the rest of the ships bearing visible hull damage. Vanessa had few doubts that they would be taken care of by the planetary turbolaser emplacements.

"Ma'am, we're detecting a boarding pod penetrating the rear of the vessel." An officer stated.

"Set the ship to red alert. Activate the ship's complement of defense droids and order marines to suit up - rad configuration." She said.

She turned back to the enemy fleet, a keen eye watching their ships from afar. A fusillade of ion torpedoes flew towards the fleet - some damage was caused to the shields of most of the bigger ships, and a single Massassi corvette found its engines disabled as its aged systems struggled to reboot themselves from the effects of the ion torpedo attack. Concussion missiles soon followed - the point defense, flak, and laser cannons took most of them out, and some of the drones were used as well, detonating near the missiles as they came in and protecting the fighter screen from attack.

Vanessa pulled out a set of binoculars and used them to look at the fleet from afar - the first group she had encountered seemed to be merely looming, not having a real effect on the battle, but this Task Force was certainly proving to be tricky. She noticed a small spurt of light from the front of several ships and several objects flying away from the combat zone. "What is he... Oh no. Interceptors, point defense guns, get ready for incoming targets."

The dozens of Firelance Torpedoes came around behind the fleet. The Vornskr-class Interceptors went first, followed by the Forge-class Interceptors and the Solace-class Starfighters - The Forges would snap and attack any of the torpedoes that made it past the initial defensive screen of the Vornskrs - they were certainly maneuverable enough for that - and the Solaces would engage from long range. The bomber turrets were firing upon the torpedoes too, and most of the torpedoes were destroyed as they came in.

A few were a bit too close for comfort. One did manage to strike the rear engine array, knocking out two of the larger thrusters. Another grazed the shields of the Ablution before point defense turrets destroyed it. Vanessa watched on as she considered how to respond to the attack. "Ion cannons, engage the torpedoes. I want one of them." She considered for a moment. "How else could they be spreading their digital tendrils across the world?"

"There are other satellites in orbit, ma'am. Weather, mostly-"

"Shoot them down. We can provide the Anzati with new satellites once we drive the Silvers from the system." Now that the torpedo fusillade was over, she checked in with the ships - most had shield damage. The ​Enforcer​'s engines had been disabled by an earlier ion torpedo strike. There was smoke coming from two of the engine thrusters on the Resolute, which sputtered a bit more before being shut off by the carrier's captain as he sent out repair crews to determine what the damage was and whether the thrusters could be repaired in the midst of combat. Lighter guns engaged the weather satellites, moving to put them out of commission. They would wait for the Enforcer​'s engines to be reactivated before moving the fleet towards proper combat range with Task Force Justice, moving at a rate determined by the Endeavour​'s damaged engines. Once all satellites within range were destroyed, the fleet would fire long-ranged shots at the Absolver​ - artillery ships were potent, that she knew, and she had no desire to see them used again.

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The marines aboard the Ablution​ had received the alert, putting on their Agrinium rad-exoskeletons and grabbing their Rad-rifles. Sonic grenades were also amongst their armory as a number of them - 100 at least - hopped aboard speeder bikes in the hangar, heading through the central structure of the ship in order to reach the rear of the vessel. The guards already aboard the ship had done the same, suiting up and grabbing the appropriate weaponry. Four passed the panel that Laira had sprayed - it was just a wall panel, but it gave them a sign where the party had been going.

A section of the ship had gone dark and the scent of acrid fumes from burnt insulation filled the hallway as they proceeded onwards, joined by several troopers that had arrived. Another tunnel of destruction indicated the direction of Julius Sedaire as he had damaged some minor systems within the ship before reaching one of the engine maintenance rooms. Quickly the ship went into damage control. The door leading to and from the room - the only entrance and exit - closed and was magnetically sealed shut after Orion entered the room, and the console's functions were redirected to another located on the bridge. The guards in the room were already spraying at the glow of the Jedi's lightsaber with their rad-rifles, intense bursts of over ten thousand rads being sprayed at the Jedi with every shot. Of course, there was no way to tell of such an aftereffect on the weapon. They appeared to merely be particle beam weapons. The guards knew their lives were likely forfeit as they continued to spray shots at the Jedi - but they knew that in the end, it was not what would immediately affect the Jedi as it would be what would slowly affect him as the effects of the by now heavily irradiated room would begin to seep in. Vanessa knew she would need to send in droids during the inevitable overhaul that would occur after this in order to clean out all traces of radiation on board the ship. A console outside of the room would indicate that the door was magsealed - an indication that something was trapped inside. Hopefully whoever came to deal with the Jedi would remember to have put their rad-exoskeletons on.

Elpsis and Laira were another problem. In contrast to Julius, who had merely headed into a room from which escape was nigh impossible, the dynamic duo of good had wormed their way through maintenance corridors. They had been detected, of course, but their mobility had made it difficult for the rad-troopers to adequately cordon them off. Thankfully Garland Kramer and Jayce Vitalus were there to halt their progress - the rad-troopers followed the duo, though they were quickly outpaced. By the time they reached them - a party looking down the tunnel in the corridor above which they had just descended into, and one behind Jayce on one side and Garland on the other - had thankfully trapped them. They already began to engage the two seeming Jedi as their rad-rifled fired radiation-filled particle beams towards the duo within the hallway, assisting the Darksiders in engaging the boarders. Once the troopers had gotten into position, doors in the maintenance corridor behind them closed - this would slow down the invaders were they to break through.

tl;dr
Weather satellites within combat range have been destroyed
​All ships survived the attack - Enforcer's engines are disabled and the Endeavour's​ engines are damaged
Fleet will move to engage Task Force Justice after the Enforcer​ regains control of its engines
Julius Sedaire has been locked in the now disabled engine maintenance room and is being shot at by rad-troopers with rad-rifles while Orion Darkstar engages him
​Three groups of roughly a dozen troopers each have moved to engage Elpsis and Laira - one in the corridor they just took a ladder down from, and two on each side of the corridor behind the advancing Jayce Vitalus and Garland Kramer
​Doors behind the two Sith in the corridor engaging Elpsis and Laira have shut but not magsealed

Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull | Weapons | Subsystems
Pluton-class Battleship | Ablution​ | 2000m | 83 | 100 | 100 | 99(Minor General Subsystem Damage)
Resolute-class Supercarrier | ​Endeavour​ | 1800m | 58 | 94 | 100 | 90(Minor Engine Damage)
Legacy-class Heavy Cruiser | ​Sartinaynian | 800m | 92 | 100 | 100 | 100
Legacy-class Heavy Cruiser | Ragnos​ | 800m | 100 | 96 | 100 | 100
Attrition IIL-class Light Star Destroyer | Traya​ | 1200m | 94 | 100 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | Bulwark​ | 400m | 100 | 91 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | ​Wasp​ | 400m | 100 | 89 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | Kotiate​ | 400m | 100 | 95 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Claw​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
​Massassi-class Corvette | Enforcer​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 62 | 80(Engines Temporarily Disabled)
Massassi-class Corvette | Thule​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Zeplin | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100

​Starfighters
​2x Solace-class Starfighter squadrons (24)
​2x Trident-class Y-Wing Light Bomber squadrons (24)
4x Forge-class Interceptor squadrons (46)
3x Vornskr-class Interceptor squadrons (45)
3x Exodus-class Strategic Bomber squadrons (12)
3x Eightgun-class Assault Fighter squadrons (48)
3x Aeseth-class Space Superiority Fighter squadrons (36)
6x Scrapmetal-class Drone squadrons (66)
 

Stephanie Swail

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With a hand clamped around her throat and a hand around her wrist, the Anzat was locked in with Stephanie who had her fingers tight around his wrist on her throat.

It was a brutal, raw stand-off. No room for grace or rules of battle, but a want to survive and the personal attributes of both Jedi and Sith coming out to the other as the skirmish raged on around them. Swirls of orange dust blew around them from passing fighters as the battle seemed to be getting more intense overhead.

Her eyes fixed on his, her head pulling back as best she could, all the muscles in her body tense and fuelled with adrenalin. The thin, amphibian-esque proboscises licked forward towards her. She gasped slightly as his grip went tighter, and his words drew her in.

"There is nothing you have that I need," she hissed, looking into his eyes and seeing all of his features; his muscle, skin and bone. The Force swelled as she refrained from heeding his words. "You…are a failure to your homeworld…"

Stephanie’s hand was tight on the arm holding her throat, and she lurched forward to wrap her arm around the Anzat’s head in a desperate, savage move. She twisted, pulling closer and thrashing like a wild Nexu to wrestle the Anzat in a wonderfully ungraceful collapse to the ground.

It was with her free hand that she reached for the dagger in the hip sheath and pulled it, aiming to plunge it into his side.

[member="Kilrys Serccci"]
 
Aboard the Ablution
[member="Jayce Vitalus"] | [member="Garland Kramer"] | [member="Laira Darkhold"] | [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"]

Marines moved ahead of her, ruining her hunt without regard for the Dark Lord’s apprentice or her fury. She followed them down the maintenance shaft as the came upon two of the intruders. “Hold your fire.” she snapped, making on or two of them jump. Clarealy they had not been aware of her approach. They moved aside to let her pass, and she surveyed the scene with an increasing look of disgust.

A gaping hole had been rendered in the wall by a...a fething acklay?! The damage highlighted by the soft purple glow of a lightsaber. To her left and right, two more squadrons of marines fell into place. Opening fire would have directly endangered the Emperor’s apprentice, so they hesitated, wisely so.

Ice blue eyes came to rest upon the two that had been leaving a trail of damage in their wake. She moved forward igniting her lightsaber. “You,” she snapped pointing at [member="Garland Kramer"]. “Get that beast out of my sight. You and it are doing more damage to this damn ship than they are. If anyone of you so much as rests a finger on your triggers before I say so, you’ll know the Dark Lord’s wrath.” There was a ripple through the marines as Calina finally turned her attention to the two women bathed in a red and purple glow.

"You’ve ten seconds to surrender and identify yourselves.”
 
Laira almost tried to shift things around and claim she and Elpsis were the defenders. After all, no one had seen them do any harm to the ship and one of their pursuers had smashed through bulkheads with an acklay, crushing through thousands of credits of delicate equipment, destroying dozens of possibly vital subsystems, which has kept the fire suppression system from activating to put out the small electrical fires in his wake, leaving sparks and trails of smoke coming from his entrance.

Problem was, the Knight that had arrived was probably smarter than to assume two relatively light-oriented women she had never met were working for the Sith. Instead of answering, she simply started moving. Laira brought up her Thunderclap at the first man that had ambushed them, spraying an ionized wave of energy at him. While non-lethal ion energy caused problems with all sorts of things like blasters and lightsabers. Plus it would spray down the team of rad troopers behind him and all the panels and sensitive conduits around him. Everything in this corridor was important, and a firefight in it would cause serious damage to the battle cruiser.

"Red, down the other hall." She called, already surging the muscles in her legs in that direction, accelerating her to great speeds. She wanted to put as many vital systems between her and the horde that had arrived so that every time they decided to shoot, every miss caused their ship some injury. Plus, once out in front she could help cover Elpsis's retreat as well.

The corridor in question was the only one not already cut off by the troopers, and happened to run to one of the main energy conduits between the reactor and one of the engines. Fighting around it would be risky, the chance of accidentally causing an explosion increased significantly, but since her and Elpsis were trying to do just that, they might as well see if the Sith would continue to do their job for them.

[member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"]
[member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Garland Kramer"] | [member="Jayce Vitalus"]
 

Kilrys Serccci

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Kilrys strangely admired the woman. She had resisted his attempts to seduce her, sway to the Dark Side or into death by his proboscises. Instead she took the fight into a very unelegant fashion of throwing them onto the floor. The wrestle move was quite the effective surprise, however, Kilrys trusted his strong body to cope with the attack. Preparing to slash the woman with claw like nails, he hissed in pain when he felt the dagger plunge into his side.

He squeezed her throat tighter, slamming her hand holding the Lightsaber onto the ground repeatedly. When her grip released it, Kilrys snatched the Lightsaber and smirked at her. His red eyes staring down at the Hapan. "I am what this world wanted me to be. My body is made to be an assassin. My people train to be assassins and fighters. Our traditions are older than Jedi, Sith and the Force. Yet you. You seem to think you know the Anzat. Tell me, have you even talk to one before me?" He threw her back, before rising to his full height holding her Lightsaber. His blade somewhere on the ground.

Kilrys gritted his teeth, the dagger wound was potentially a serious wound but he couldn't focus on that. He had something he wanted, her Lightsaber, the crystal would bleed for him once this fight was over. If he still had the Lightsaber, they were both injuried greatly, anger still fuelling Kilrys to continue. The suffering of his pain helped him as well, kept his mind sharp. His hatred of what has become the Anzati ensured that he wasn't going to walk away now with a trophy. The fear he felt was that this battle wouldn't save his people.

[member="Stephanie Swail"]
 
[member="Calina Ovmar"], [member="Laira Darkhold"], [member="Garland Kramer"], [member="Jayce Vitalus"], [member="Vanessa Vantai"]


The Sith made a number of assumptions. Such as the fact that tearing through their own ship with an Acklay would not damage said ship. Or the fact that massive use of radiation weapons would cause instant harm without wrecking their own vessel. Or the fact that the two pyromancers would stay static while the Sith speechified or shot at them. Assumption is the mother of failure.


In rapid succession, three Sithies, a beast and a horde of mooks had shown up. Of the three Sith, the human female seemed the brightest. Judging from her words, she seemed to be in a position of authority, given how she threatened minions with the wrath of the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord in question did not impress Elpsis. Her adoptive mother, Siobhan Kerrigan, had beaten him in a duel on Kaeshana. Actually, Sithies did not impress Elpsis in general.


As hostiles closed in on them, Elpsis acted. They'd given her enough time, after all. She was also wearing sealed phrik armour. Two very large, blazing fireballs manifested inside her hands and she hurled them towards the horde. The Agrinium exoskeleton most of the Sithies seemed to be wearing was good at protecting them against radiation...but no use against anything else. And she could cook someone even through armour. Then, as various shots came her way, she took off behind Laira, pulling the Force into her muscles. Mooks were ignited and barbecued. The flames would also damage the panels, sensitive conduits and so on in this corridor.
 

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