Arkam Knights | CIS Dominion of Arkam 13

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Mandragora Knights
LOCATION: Arriving: on the Dread Queen
Dispatching: to the planet surface
OBJECTIVE: Destroy invaders
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We were flying through space aboard the Dread Queen minding our own business. La-la-laaah and such…

When all of a sudden…

"Son of a nerf herder!" Pomsty cried. Fire and bloodied bodies being reported strewn about everywhere, attacked without warning. Yadda-yadda. You know the rest.

While onboard…

Pom Stych Tivé could sense the Vicelord's [member="Darth Metus"]' internal struggle, something perhaps external involved. Chattering minions gossiping to her against her will, which got them shunned by Pomsty. Unless the Vicelord ever mentions his secrets to her, she prefers not to learn about them by her numerous Jinn.

"Now THAT is my cue to be ANYWHERE else." Fear is not to be stirred by stuff being blown to smithereens; all CIS have grown accustomed to such unexpected developments. It's the witchy/Sithy stuff which Pomsty can only sense, that scream out the loudest of warnings. When darkness brews within the heart of your Master that is thick enough to cut with a knife, especially while he resides within another room onboard, one doesn't announce their plans, they just vacate as quietly as possible. If he ever should require her assistance, he would ask for it directly.

He did not request her, so therefore vanish is precisely what Pomsty did! The Nightsister exited, one aboard the brigade sent down to the surface of the planet, along with the rest of the members of the Obsidian Knights assigned to the Dread Queen.

On the planet, the sense of despair and it’s reigning darkness gave her clarity of mind and added swiftness to her decisive actions. The numerous divisions gathered momentarily at the rendezvous point and quickly set out to discern their objectives. The clamor on the radio suggested something of value deep in the heart of it all. She would go where she was lead regardless of what was deemed of value. A glance around identified quite a bit to do along the way should such become her objective. Smoke plumes filled the sky throughout the city, burning so hot that walls crumbled into the streets, while residents wailed for relief.

Save us!
Save my baby!
Oh god, my wife is inside!
Even the Nightsister possesses a heart.

No time to stand around further. Pom Stych Tivé moved out with the others, but stopping not far from the rendezvous point where she raised her arms into the air as she whispered orders for her magick to snuff out the fire along this street corner. Lightning flashed directly overhead like an explosion and thunder cracks followed. Water precipitated out of thin air.

Blaster fire shot over her shoulder as it was redirected to become sucked up by the vortex she created. Pomsty turned and shot a powerful pulse towards the offending unit of enemy troops. She glanced at them with satisfaction, hearing the gnashing of their armor while the entire patrol fell backwards onto one another as she caused their hearts to stop. One was left standing, seeing this she took a step to the side in bewilderment.

“Apparently you have found favor in the goddess. I wouldn’t think of doing anything to change her mind, if I were you.”

The trooper dropped his weapon and tripped over those lain at his feet. He then scrambled to his feet again and ran off.

There is much to do...

 

[ToKola Bakari]

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Location: Asulon
Objective: Begin Evacuation
Tags: [member="Zorok Rane"]

Elessar shook his head as his new companion spoke.

"The other's are creating a perimeter. The civilians will come here for the evacuation, we just make sure they get offworld." Elessar's ice like eyes fell on the Dashade for the briefest of moments. He could seem cold and distant, however as the Echani spoke he often gave subtle shifts of his shoulders or a brief wave of his hand. When the alien made his way to a nearby cruiser, Elessar held a hand out, allowing the Force to flow from him as water would a spring. He used his abilities to help Zorok clear the street of its debris. The two returned to the center of the street and elessar's eyes lifted to the skies above. The clouds above were thick with smoke and fog, still dancing off of the flames that came from the city below. However, it was not long before the Echani's eyes turned back to the Dashade's.

"They're here." From the heavens, a number of Confederate shuttles descended upon the world. The Vulture droids that offered them a fighter escort, peeled off a few meters short of the ground. As they flew in the skies above, Elessar kept his eyes locked on the shuttle that was landing near him. He turned back to Zorok, pressing a hand to the alien's chest. A gesture for him to stand aside. From the buildings around them people were beginning to overtake the streets, they knew their saviors had arrived. "Watch for any soldiers."

As a number of Battle Droids errupted from the ship, Elessar gestured towards the nearby alleys. "Secure the pathways, go." He commanded, and soon the droids were on the move. Elessar turned to Zorok, his hand extened to the man. "Elessar." He offered his name, and with it truly an offering of the closest thing that came to friendship to the Echani, comradship born from battle.

 

[UBD-028]

Objective: Destroy the Imperials.
Location: Asulon city
Tags: [member="Keva"]



He marched against the corpses his feet stepping against the bodies, a harsh crunching coming from the bodies as the one ton droid stepped on the corpses squashing them against the hard rocky floor. To make walking easier the droid walked forward scooping his long arm like limb under the array of bodies throwing them to the side for the droids to walk amongst the wreckage, personally tripping among bodies would be a pretty bad way to lose a fight.

The chaos was reassuring to most, for the droid it was the usual, almost like a day to day thing, though he didn't prefer it he was ordered around and simply listened, going renegade was never on his mind. His active lens scanned around the battlefield locking onto multiple places of ambush, of course this was the upside to have the combat processors, that would practically help him do the work he needed to do.

His footing was nearly lost as he trampled over what seem to be a barricade, leaning forward he looked over the defenses before taking his right arm and gripping it, carrying it as he walked, as the group of Keva and the Droids had began to walk, a squeal was let out, one from a blaster rifle, the sound had made Kaz jumped into action, pushing Keva down who was in the line of sight, two blaster bolts impacting his chest and simply scorching his plating no other apparent damage showing, locking onto the snipers his lens darkened in the hue of red.

It all happened so fast, the droid was glad to have even pushed the officer out of the way of danger when it did happen, it just goes to show how fast and useful the droid could really be in a dangerous situation like this one.

The sound of troopers moving could be heard, the imperials had set up a ambush, twirling around he threw the large barricade at the troopers sending them spiraling to the floor being crushed by the stone barricade. The sniper nailing another three shots on the droid, he just continued to cover the small officer as his wide spray plasma cannons began to rotate firing a rain of plasma bolts at the snipers position.

"More-..Imperial troops are coming.." He said simply snaked down to one of the moving imperials on the ground by his ankle swinging him at a oncoming trooper, causing him to be thrown to the ground in a collision with his allies body. Raising his wrist blasters and firing off a array of bolts at the oncoming wave of imperial troopers, in which was a good six or seven, one with a heavy unit or so it seemed.

"Watch out for-..remaining snipers." Kaz mumbled out laying down a supressing fire amongst the group rushing forward towards them so the droids or Keva could shoot them down.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Asulon, City Center
Wearing: Armor| Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Tarix Talso"] | +Feel free to join!

It was interesting to note the major difference in outlook between Scherezade and her newly found apprentice, the kitten [member="Tarix Talso"]. While the two were still relatively new to each other, Scherezade knew that the large feline minded the civilians, actually cared for their lives. Not because it was part of the goal or the mission, but a genuine and deep concern. She, however, shared it not. When orders gave her freedom regarding how to go about matters, she nearly always preferred the path that would leave death and corpses in her trail. The civilians? A mere side bonus for the faction she still served, despite everything.

She was covered in blood now. The blood of the imperials who sought to wreak further havoc upon yet another planet that she could not say she cared overly much for. But it didn't matter; this was a chance to kill, this was a chance to come in blades swinging. As her glowing eyes focused on her apprentice, Scherezade brought one of her blades close to her mouth, licking the bloody remains that were on it. It was not truly a pretty sight; yet the Blood Hound required more information than that which the never ending stream of comments and warnings coming in through her device was giving her.

Closing her eyes, she found what she was looking for. The first few seconds proved fruitless, but more blood, and seconds turned to minutes ago, and she could see it plainly now.

Still looking at her apprentice, Scherezade hit the button. It was her turn to give information. "There is a warehouse some five hundred meters from where I stand," she said to all those she knew were on the ground ([member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Asher Mossa"], [member="Elessar Talon"], [member="Zorok Rane"], [member="Keva"], [member=UBD-028], whoever else is doing this objective). "The imps have a make shift HQ there. If we can take it down, the rest will be just like huntin' for chocolate eggs."

 

[Kaden Farr]

Location: Planet Surface​

Wearing: Armor in Signature​

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Eshan has been liberated, but the Hell Wolf had not been there. His vengeance would have to be stayed until another day. It was with little pleasure Kaden had let his boots lift from the blood stained soil of the Echani people. The quest and task he had determined to be his from the moment he breathed his first new breath still went unfulfilled. The darkness had given him this chance, SHE had given him life once more. The price had been simple, pave her way to the land of the living. There was much work to be done, and Kaden knew his part. Fear and Death would make her rise.

As he wandered about the surface, Kaden could feel the sudden chill which ran down his spine. His eyes closed as the child of mandalore breathed in the air of the world deep into his lungs. Darkness enveloped him, and the familiar presence of the woman was close.

SHE WAS HERE!

A twisted smile pulled at his lips as Kaden’s steps began to slow their pace. Something or someone had called her here, and Kaden wanted to know who or what it was. Removing his helmet, and following with his gauntlets, Kaden bent on one knee and felt the dark soil of the ground with his bare hands. He clenched his fists around the dirt as if he were one with it. A soft prayer was muttered under his breath as his essence sought to find the source of where she was.

“Speak to me Mother. Your Son is here, and he is listening.”

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[Zorok Rane]

Objective: Flank the Imperials
Location: Asulon City
Tags: @Elessar Talon + [member="Scherezade deWinter"] + Open

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The Dashade scanned the street one more time, hoping to ensure that there were no mishaps and that everything was perfectly clear for a group of evacuation ships to land on and begin evacuating the locals. It was reassuring to learn that the remaining Knights that first arrived to Asulon City with Elessar were still nearby, albeit not directly standing with them. The civilians required a clear and secure zone with the Knight lookouts all around if they were to come out without fear of being gunned down by Imperials upon revealing themselves.

This was proven to be the case as the Confederate evacuation shuttles dropped down, confirming the knowledge that he believed to be true as tattered families stormed out of the surrounding buildings. As the battle droids arrived to spread out their perimeter greater, he stood up taller and followed them with his eyes. Although he joined the ranks of the Confederacy not too long ago, he still felt uneasy around their primary fighting force. The thought that their commands could be overridden at any moment and begin fighting against their commanders was unsettling, but more than not it was just paranoia that crept into his mind. When Elessar stretched out his hand, Zorok was quick to respond and display a reciprocated respect. "Zorok." This was the man that saved his head from being a red mist less than a hour ago, it was the least he could do.

Suddenly, both of their Holocomms simultaneously began to ring and he pulled the new device out so that the two of them could listen to the message. He had to fiddle with the new technology that he barely understood before the voice began to transmit through to them. The prospect of taking down an Imperial headquarters was easily appealing, but it was a matter of if they wished to remain with the evacuation effort or wanted to shift towards striking at the attackers. "Can your knights and these machines handle everything here?"

 

[Ishmael Verd]

Location: Arkam 13, South​

Objective: Reach the Holorepository​

Tag: [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Kelsie Sylvan"], [member="Luna Terrik"], [member="Damsy Callat"], [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"], [member="Kurenai Yumi"], @Taramaz Laurz​

The Battle had begun.

Ahead of the shrouded Master, subordinates began to carry out their parts of the plan. A handful of Ren faithful to their mentor rushed past, flanked by their own fireteams of Stormtroopers. They were met with the first waves of Confederate resistance as their advance into the Wheelworld proceeded. Some were eliminated the instant they so much as neared the Holorepository. Whilst others took up defensive positions and began to fire back against the resistance they found. Asphyxion's own advance was slow. Calculated. He awaited the stream of data from their collective HUDs to reach his own before adapting his plan accordingly.

Lord Ren, what are my orders?

The inquiry caused Asphyxion's brow to raise from behind his iron visage. Those he had hand-selected for the operation knew their role. Knew to follow unless bidden to do otherwise. There was no room for folly underneath his command, nor ignorance. And that caused a seed of suspicion to erupt into being. A silent, telepathic missive was sent to the Ren within proximity, pointing out this particular Major. They would do well to mark his every move as the battle progressed. However. For the moment. The Master of Ren played along. "Rearguard. Ensure that nothing sneaks up on us."

He then activated his comm with the but a glance at his HUD. "Reinforcements. Entangle the enemy forces as long as possible."

With the orders now uttered, fire erupted into being within the Ren's grasp. His lightsaber burned a brillant Red as it awakened with a ravenous hiss. Asphyxion led his personal forces forward, batting away the blaster bolts which dared fly towards his person. Yet one stray bolt went wild, striking his mask with a solid explosion. The Ren did not flinch against the impact, for his helm was intentionally designed to weather such storms. But, as his HUD ceased to function, the Ren took this as a sign. His offhand wrenched the piece free from his head and cast it to the ground, revealing his visage to those who stood in his way.

Visible confusion could be felt by those organic Confederates standing outside the door. They had seen this face before. They knew him. Placed their faith in him. In fact, they stood fast before the Holorepository in his name. So why was it that the face of the Vicelord stared back upon the defenders of the Repository? Why was it that their liege now raised his saber against them? Asphyxion Ren reveled in their confusion and pressed the assault. His Ren immediately began to batter the position of [member="Daxton Bane"] with a cacophony of telekinetic blasts and torrents of lightning. Meanwhile, the stormtroopers continued to fire back against the defenders of the Holorepository.

Asphyxion found his opening. He empowered his limbs with the Force, willing and urging them forward at a mighty pace. He burned past the guardians of the Repository, pausing only to extend his offhand once the doors got in his way. Destruction formed and shrieked from his form, ripping a circle clean through the barricades and blast doors before him. He dove, twisting through the air in a dazzling spin before landing in place before the last lines of defense. Before the children of the Vicelord.

Righting himself, Asphyxion raised his saber, angling the weapon towards [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]. "It would be a shame to end you here. Surrender the Repository, and I will let you, and your sister, leave this station alive."

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Tag: [member="Kiff Brayde"], [member="Voph"], [member="Deleterious"]​

The FIV Obstruction appeared to be nothing more than a sitting duck once the Confederate forces arrived. In tandem, their might rattled against its shields - forcing the vessel to redirect power away from offensive batteries to its defenses. However. At the behest of the Master of Ren, it soon became immediately apparent that the battle was just beginning. Realspace was penetrated by the arrival of two Imperial II-class Star Destroyers, each taking up defensive positions alongside the FIV Obstruction immediately. They engaged the enemy at range, attempting to take some of the pressure off of its lead vessel. This would prove to be an invaluable moment to breath, for now the Obstruction began to power up its primary armaments once more.

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• FIV Impediment & FIV Deterrent enter the field.
• FIV Impediment begins engaging [member="Deleterious"] ' Lucrehulk II
• FIV Deterrent begins engaging Octarch Forces
• FIV Obstruction begins charging main batteries

 

[Daxton Bane]

Ah the arrogance of youth, so brash in action, heedless of strategy or consequence, it brought a smile to Daxton’s lips and chuckle in his breath as telekinetic blasts and lightning blasts struck the general area he was supposed to be in. Had they focus on just one position they coud have stood a chance, instead their attacks simply allowed the Sith Lord to locate their positions as his armor soaked up the latent charge of electricity of their attack.

“Was that all you could do?” His voice mocked them from the darkness, his position closed by Force Stealth, as he raised his arms in the direction of the attackers. “Have a taste of my power.”

Reversing the charge, the Zabrak unleashed a wild electric storm in the attackers position, hitting them with the concentrated power they had unleased earlier. Those closest to the Sith were vaporized in the plasma storm, as arcs of pure raw energy slammed into everyone close, the blast wave would fry sensors, fuse flesh and armor boiling his prey in their own juices. Then as quickly as he struck the attack was over. Those who survived cried out in pain and confusion. Some were blinded from hot white flash of pure plasma, ear drums poppedcand bleeding, bodies twitching were nervous systems were fried.

Then a thick rolling cloud of smoke began to fill corridor as nerve wracking sound of three lightsabers igniting at the same time could be heard. It smelled of death and rotten flesh, it obscured most means of optics, both natural and electronic, but hardly a hinderance for one trained to fight in such circumstances. Daxton began to stalk them though the unnatural smoke of his own creation, stopping to cut down those foolish enough to stand and fight.

 

[Kyyrk]

Location: Arkam Orbit, Zero Hour
Fleet: Vanguard, Adamant, Archwing Destroyers x 10, Aquila ECM Corvette, Octarch Fighters, Mynock Interceptors, Archon Bombers
Objective: Swiggity Swooty (He comin fo dat booty.)
Tags: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Deleterious"] [member="Kiff Brayde"] [member="Darth Elyria"]

Voph cursed under his breath. The being had just shrugged him off. But he could feel her mind. She was...helping Metus? Voph's consciousness began to withdraw from hers, leaving a single message: "Don't make me regret this." He was needed elsewhere anyway. Two more cruisers had joined the fray. And the Obstruction was powering up weapons once again. Voph returned to his chair, beads of sweat collecting around his forehead from his exertions. "All Archwings, target these coordinates. Prepare to fire on my mark. All fighters, converge on the newcomers. Target weapons, keep them off of us."

Voph turned to his communications officer. "Open a channel." It was time to point out who these people were dealing with. "Archwings, Fire." Once again, the green beams split the space before them, all converging on a single point: the Bridge of the Obstruction. A single cannon was a force to be reckoned with. But ten of them firing in unison, all converging on a single target... When the barrage had stopped, Voph stood from his chair. "Vessel Obstruction, this is High Marshal Voph of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Power down your weapons immediately. My next shot will not be a warning." Voph gestured for the comm channel to be closed. "All Confederate Vessels, remain focused on the Obstruction. We cannot allow it to bombard the surface again."

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Fleet Actions:

• Archwings focused fire on Obstruction's Command Bridge
• Vanguard Fighters are split in attacking the two Star Destroyers that joined the Obstruction
• Voph is requesting all CIS ships open fire on the Obstruction in an effort to prevent another orbital bombardment.

 

[Keva]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Obliteration [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Asulon City[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Tags: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt][member="UBD-028"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As the relentless march continued, Keva slowly funneled in commands to the droids: precautionary methods and protocols she could engage at a moment's notice. While droids were still disgusting things, she could no longer deny they had some benefits over organic soldiers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Of course, the short lived peace of the march was interrupted with the scream of a sniper rifle and Keva falling down onto the ground after her Bodyguard did his job: Kaz had remained a good investment, it seemed. Muttering out thanks, Keva grinned and stood: waiting for the next few sniper shots to come pinging into her droid, he’d be fine either way. Nodding her head one more time, the Chiss woman shot her hand out into the general direction of the snipers and shouted out her command:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]K’imsi![/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Then followed a slight whir from the AATs, cannons leveling into position and the main cannons of the tanks began to unload in the general vicinity of the snipers: the collateral was entirely acceptable to remove the suppression, the buildings were going to crumble either way. Keva always had a plan.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Once Kaz had laid down suppressing firepower, the B2s followed with a hail of bolts down at the Imperials. Striking the wall directly was quickly proving to be a bloody task, for the anti-infantry cannons of the AATs contributed to spraying carnage down the city streets[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Soon though, Keva was given the comm message from [member="Scherezade deWinter"] about the new Imperial stronghold on the world: the morons. Quickly falling into her own comms she shouted out another command for her droids:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Csan recoisah![/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A simple one, merely to hold position. There were things to be done, and the destruction of a warehouse needed to be coordinated. For off in the distance commands were funneled into the waiting Gunships of the Keva’s marching army, their missiles primed and ready. Rising to the sky with a howl they began to zoom above the burning city. Hunting for the largest Imperial presence on the ground, 70 Torpedoes waiting to make a firestorm that would shine even brighter than torched Asulon.[/SIZE]

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnzurkSGBCs​

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Location: Arkam 13 - Holorepository main control library​

Objective: Defend Holorepository - Cut Off a head​

Equipment: Lightsaber, beskar'gam, mandalorian vambraces, Pair of Starbird blasters, Fragmentation Grenades, EMP Grenades, Flash-bang grenades.


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The strange thing about Allya was her skill set. From the youngest age telekinesis was her thing. She rarely used mind tricks and the things. Fear was a silly emotion, and so many other were just pointless with far to many weaknesses. As the doors slammed open and the Knight ran in, he fell right into what she wanted. The tables were not barricades, never had been. With a powerful push the tables flew through the doors, to slam into the troops that would inevitably follow in after him. It was a tactic she herself used, the Force User came in first, blocking attacks, distracting, and becoming the primary target. Shortly after, to support them, the other troops raced in. She would deny them that, if she could. Massive metal tables would slam at the door, crushing anyone who entered, and get tangled in the door way, making it much harder for the troops to actually enter.


As she saw the Ren's face, there was no surprise, no chaos, or confusion, her emotions barely tripped at all. That body was dead, she had already cried for it. Besides, how many times had her family died? How many times had wild clones gotten lose? Or they been possessed? Besides, how many times had her family actually just straight up betrayed each other? It was constant. That face? It wasn't even her father's face. Not the one she grew up with anyway. Without hesitation, an emp grenade was taken from her belt and thrown at the primary command console that could bring back the armored pods that contained the servers and data storage devices that ran the entire archives. If the grenade hit, it would fry the circuits. Now, it could be repaired, pretty easily. But it could take hours. Regardless of if it managed or not, she faced the man and began to open fire on his unarmored face with the sonic blaster. “No, no you wouldn't. You would just kill us anyway.”

Comm rang out to everyone in the area, from ships, to people on the station. “We need assistance in the repository. Knights Obsidian and Dauntless Assistance requested immediately. Fighter support is requested to find the enemy boarding vessel and destroy it! We have someone who looks like the Vicelord leading what appears to be first Order troops. Doubt will be able to hold the room for long. Send help immediately!”

“Damsy! Do not think, do not worry, ACT, if you don't we die! There are no options!” The girl kept firing the sonic blaster, at any place the man was at, and everyplace she felt he could go. She was under no illusions. If this WAS Metus, she wasn't nearly strong enough, however, there was no way she would go without a fight. Even if it killed them all. Even if she had to destroy this station, she would keep this out of their hands. Every loss they accrued here, would be pointless, and simply mean they would be unable to attack another world. What else mattered?

To keep fear out of her mind, she slipped into a calm place. One of safety and warmth, but of passion and emotion. She remembered gentle touches, warmth and fuzzy butterflies. Moments of tenderness, and perfection. Where her world felt complete and she wanted and needed. As her mind focused, she drew on her emotions, and growled out. “Come on you pathetic tiny little maggot. You worthless slip of a man. Weak, and pathetic. As if you could kill me anyways!” She would have to be quick and keep distance between them. How to do this. However, she wasn't alone. Damsy and Kurenai were with her. And others were quickly on their way as well. This battle was already over for the Ren.

Besides, if she could kill him she could fulfill a secret desire to cut the kriffing head off her father!​

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[member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Asphyxion Ren"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Cay-Yo"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Deleterious"] | [member="Asher Mossa"] | [member="Taramaz Laurs"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Damsy Callat"] | [member="Kelsie Sylvan"] | [member="Luna Terrik"]​

 

[Damsy Callat]

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Form: Humanoid Equipment: Armor / Trident \ Sidearm​

Status: ...l i v i d... Objective: Fight with abandon​

Tags: [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"], [member="Asphyxion Ren"], [member="Cay-Yo"], [member="Kurenai Yumi"] ​

+ nearby Dauntless / KO​

Theme: "Blood // Water" by grandson​

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As if answering her sister's silent hope, Damsy ran to the open vault door, put her back to the wall beside the threshold, and slowly glanced around the corner, hand hoovering still over her melee weapon. When she spotted Allya and her makeshift barricades, Damsy let down much of her guard and walked into the room. "Allya," she began, "do you have any idea what's happening?"

She got a form of an answer: not in the form of words from her sister, but rapidly approaching blaster fire. Damsy twirled around and jogged backwards to shore up with Allya; with a flick of her hand and a metallic shhhhk, her electrostaff was off her belt and extended to its full length in front of her. Another movement, a quick snap of a panel making up the handle, and blue electricity began to lazily spark. Within seconds, a melodic hum filled the room, amounting to a dangerous duet with Allya's lightsaber, and the blue grew white hot as it skipped between the gold gilded prongs.

Habitually, when the Ren entered the vault, Damsy squinted, though she could now see almost perfectly well even without her helmet, which hang on the other side of her belt, on. Unlike the woman beside her, confusion inundated Damsy's mind but unfortunately for Asphyxion she was able to tread the water quite well: Damsy flourished her staff, the hum of her weapon's singing growing more intense with the air resistance.

Vicelord or not, she wouldn't allow [member="Darth Metus"] to pass. Finally, the price of your greed is your son and your daughter.

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"Mercy, Father?" she asked with a laugh. All in a single moment, it become laughable she had given him so many chances. Naroh Se had been right about him "We're Dauntless. Have you forgotten the meaning of that already, iopiry?" The Kaminoan scientist had used the native term in many private conversations with her adopted daughter before. Traitor. She had always used it in a personal sense because Metus had abandoned Damsy, but not the hybrid meant it the other, conventional way as well.

She grit her teeth, making a smaller twirl of her trident. Her eyes narrowed for an entirely different reason now, watching Allya's attack and waiting an opening of her own. She had never fought a Force-user with her electrostaff before, but something told her she didn't want to throw her primary weapon...at least not yet.

But she did throw her helm. Oh ocean below, [member="Luna Terrik"] was going to kill her.

She'd understand though, right? This was it. She and Allya were lamb to the slaughter.

At least she could find Trinj again soon.

 

[Kiff Brayde]

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LOCATION: Arkham, Orbit​

FLAGSHIP: CNS Victator​

ALLIES: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Deleterious"] [member="Voph"]​

ENEMIES: [member="Asphyxion Ren"]​

FORCES

Spoiler

• Lead Ship: The Victator, an Invictus-class Battlecruiser
• Composition:
• x3 Valiant-II class Star Destroyers
  ~ CNS Arkanis
  ~ CNS Valiance
  ~ CNS Valor
• x2 Nest-class Carriers
  ~ CNS Hardshell
  ~ CNS Rickrack
• x3 Augrim-class Heavy Cruisers
  ~ CNS Windbreak
  ~ CNS Retribution
  ~ CNS Doppelganger
• x2 Diamond Mk II Cruisers
  ~ CNS Lumberfall
  ~ CNS Barrium
• x4 Sigma-class Heavy Assault Dropships
  ~ CNS Cherobyl
  ~ CNS Dartmont
  ~ CNS Xavier
  ~ CNS Apecs

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"High Marshal, the Lucrehulk is under the command of a General Deleterious," comm-scann called out as they received the ping. Kiff nodded, not too concerned about it anymore. The carrier was no longer alone, and he would figure out who exactly was Deleterious later. The monotonous tone of the battle had suddenly been split open by a sudden appearance of two First Order Imperial II Class Star Destroyers. By no means a significant force against the Ochtarch Fleet and the 186th, it appeared to have some sort of rallying effect on the First Order fleet, reinvigorating the opposing fleet. "High Marshal, FIV Obstruction batteries are charging up. Two unidentified Imperial II Star Destroyers have also reverted to realspace; one is currently engaging the Lucrehulk carrier and another the Ochtarch fleet," a comm-scann officer shouted from her station as she read the data pouring from her screen. Kiff whipped around to face her, soaking in the new information before turning out to the viewports to see it for himself.

Sure enough, there they were; the two Imperial II class Star Destroyers -- a ship who's ability to escape battlefield obsoleteness continued to impress Kiff -- firing at the Confederacy positions from their defensive positions in the shadow of the massive Obstruction. If he squinted, he could see the many turbolasers and ion batteries of the battlecruiser lifting up and aiming towards the Confederacy forces. It was paramount that High Marshal Voph and Kiff himself would be able to act fast enough to prevent the thousand-and-a-half batteries of the Obstruction doing serious damage against the Confederacy fleet.

"Captain, instruct the Arkanis, Valiance and Valor to open fire on the Star Destroyers on either side of the battlecruiser. Meanwhile, Gunnery Crew, prepare to fire all batteries on the central superstructure of the FV Obstruction. Have the Hardshell and Rickrack release their fighter wings, and instruct them to focus their efforts on point-defense and eliminating of the ventral solar ionization reactor. Take that out, and we cripple the entire ship." Kiff's orders were clear and concise, listed off in a rapid-fire pace that sent his subordinate commanding officers scrambling to relay them to their respective ships and stations. The heat of battle had Kiff's synapses reacting at a sprinter's pace, he had to shake his head to clear his mind. Focus was paramount, at this time.

"Communications, Inform Deleterious to withdraw his carrier to the positions of either High Marshal Voph's fleet or my own, whichever he deems would be quicker. If that Lucrehulk doesn't get out of the way, the Obstruction could likely cripple it. Meanwhile, send a seperate communication to High Marshal Voph to recommend that he focus his efforts on the ventral reactor. Crippling the Resurgent-class Battlecruiser should be our first priority," Kiff ordered as he began to turn and pace the length of the Victator's bridge. The additional First Order reinforcements were making him more nervous than he should be, especially given that they were only two Star Destroyers to the combined forces of two Confederate High Marshals. Yet something was making him nervous, and he turned to Comm-Scann once more. "I want a team on hacking into the Obstructions secure communications channel. Let's find out what these renegades are planning."

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The ground forces continued to the surface, the distraction of the Ochtarchy fleet, Darth Metus's vanguard and the forces of Brayde himself proving to be sufficient cover for the Heavy Assault Dropships, Carriers and Heavy Cruisers to make it safely to the surface. The Nest-class Cruisers, meanwhile, stayed with the Victator and the three Star Destroyers as they set course for the middle of the First Order-Confederacy mayhem. Protected by the Retribution and Doppelganger, two Augrim-class heavy cruisers of respectable firepower, the landing fleet descended lower into the atmosphere as the true brilliancy of the Sigma Heavy Assault Dropship's design was showcased. The downward-facing laser cannons began to wreck havoc on First Order emplacements and artillery in Asulon City, anything big enough for the gunnery crew to see receiving the gift of unrelenting and painfully accurate firepower.

Once they had cleared a landing sight, the Heavy Assault Dropships deployed their troops first, around two-thousand battle droids total, an army by itself. The process was quick, only lasting ten minutes before the corvette-sized dropships lifted up once again to provide cover as the Diamond Mk II Cruisers landed, deploying troop transports and heavy armor to assist the already swollen number of battle droids. They began to methodically and slowly secure the city sector by sector as they spread out in every direction from the landing zone, where the Nest-class cruisers had lifted off from and now a mobile command center had been propped up. The sheer size of the force along with their equipment and armor proved effective against the smaller fireteams of the First Order.

If Arkam wasn't a warzone already it was now.

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FLEET ACTIONS

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• CNS Arkanis, Valiance, and Valor ​are targeting FV Impediment and FV Deterrent
• CNS Victator is targeting FV Obstruction
• Starfighter squadrons released from CNS Arkanis, Valiance, Valor, Victator, Hardshell, and Rickrack are targeting the ventral reactor of the FV Obstruction
• All Sigma-class Heavy Assault Dropships and Diamond Mk II Cruisers have deployed troops and armor in Asulon City
• Sigma-class Heavy Assault Dropships, Diamond Mk II Cruisers and Augrim-class Heavy Cruisers are providing air support over Asulon City

GROUND ACTIONS

Spoiler

• Forces deployed have established a landing zone, command center and are claiming dominance over Asulon City
• 6,480 Battle Droids have been deployed, of which roughly two thirds are in 10 MTTs and 30 Platoon Attack Craft. 25 AATs have also been deployed.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Objective: Recover the Holorepositorys at any cost
Location: Arkam
Tags: [member="Damsy Callat"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Dath Metus"]
Post: 3

Like with typical Ren fashion their lower level fanatical force users lead the charge into the lobby, though skilled users and fighters it was clear to Kurenai the first wave was a mere distraction for the defenders. It proved to be a solid tactic against most projectiles, most being the optimal words as Metu's child was quickly turned the cover into a weapon, slamming the metal tables against the first wave of Rens pouring through the door, disrupting their formation for a moment, a moment that Kurenai could use to her advantage.

"Time for some fun", with one push of the force she leapt into the middle of the fray, the only weapon she had bothered to get out was a simple combat knife, it was all she needed to make quick work of these ill experienced children. The blade of the knife quickly finding itself lodge into the jugular of one of the still recovering Ren, blood spraying out from the new hole as they fell over, gurgling on the crimson liquid, their fate secured in one simple movement.

With the new threat right on their toes some of the Ren moved to intercept the headstrong women who had dared to face them with such a measly blade, such arrogance would be their own undoing. The closets fighter went in for a back swipe, aiming to cut Kurenai down with ease, only to have his elbow intercepted by a powerful back kick, the women not even looking back to acknowledged the attack, going through the movements as it was second nature, the hard street soles of the boot easily fracturing the mans arm.

It caused them to reel back in pain, giving her ample time to focus on the next opponent, one that came in with a chest stab, aiming for Kurenai's heart, a simple step to the side followed by a round house fist to the face was what he got in return, said fist then clasping around his next, followed by a powerful throw into a nearby ally, for the moment putting them out of the competition. "You will have to be faster then that to get me, all of your attacks are telegraphed to easily, try and be more creative... your boring me already".

Such a statement firing up the surrounding Ren, for better of for worse, at the very lest they were determined but in the end all would be dead by days end, this fight would be one of the few she would not hold back on. This fight all yer centuries of combat experience would be shown in full, non of them would even lay a finger on her. Kuernai slowly shifting into her CQC stance while awaiting the next attacker, face creeping up into a small smile, "come on, lets dance".

 

[Cay-Yo]

Objective: Engage the FIV Impediment
Location: High Orbit, Arkam
Tags: [member='Darth Metus'] , [member='Voph'] , [Member='Kiff Brayde'] , [member='Asphyxion Ren']
Forces

Spoiler

Lucrehulk II - Class Battleship
Vulture II Droid Fighter ( 540 / 624 )

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Deleterious continued to watch intently through the view screen while sitting in the command chair, the battle seemed simple enough. An ill prepared invasion force that had been beset by a much larger response fleet in terms of tonnage and fire-power. Chatter from the droids on the bridge began to intensify and the cyborg looked at the droid nearest to him which promptly responded "Two vessels have just arrived." Deleterious looked back to the view screen and saw the FIV Impediment begin to turn to engage the Lucrehulk "Withdraw rear shields, pull our fighters to the ship, energy to frontal shields. Engage that ship." he had succeeded in gaining attention for the Lucrehulk but he was no fool. The battleship, while sturdy, could not hold up for long against a triplet of Star Destroyers.

No sooner had he given his new orders then the FIV Impediment opened fire on the relatively stationary Lucrehulk. The vessel's shields ignited brightly against the crashing plasma bolts from the turbolasers of the enemy ship. The shields were holding however the Lucrehulk was now vulnerable to rear attacks. Deleterious was hoping that by effectively creating a sphere of Vulture II's that any sort of small craft would be hard-pressed to exploit the weakness.

"General, the FIV Obstruction is powering up weapon systems. What do we do?" an OOM droid asked in a wavering voice. Deleterious was silent for a long moment "Endure." the metallic voice of the cyborg rumbled.

 

[Malok]

Location: The Dread Queen, Arkam Orbit​

Tag: [member="Voph"], [member="Darth Elyria"]​

You cannot fight me…

It was said that when the body was exposed to the full brunt of winter's wrath, warmth was the final sensation to be witnessed. As unfeeling death encroached to snatch the living, the victim would know one final delusion. They would feel at ease. In comfort. They would fall into the sweet embrace of slumber one last time. Such was being subject to the icy words of the Primordial. Although the Sith had managed to muster the undying in his defense, the tundra that was her presence yet clung to his shoulders. Her words, that disgustingly sweet chime which rang within his skull, attempted to chip away at Darth Metus' resolve. She challenged everything about him. Challenged the state of his Apprentice. Challenged his ability to fight back against her touch. And for a moment, his mind wanted to drift.

She had coaxed but a modicum of envy out of his person. But what she truly hungered for was that unconditional surrender. It was evident in the way she spoke. Evident in how she poked the one seated upon the throne. And, she might have succeeded. For in more than one respect, [member="Darth Elyria"] was right. The alabaster woman he had gave it all to save was but a shadow of her former self. The kind woman who shed tears over her fallen droids and demanded that her Master not indulge in the darkness underneath their roof...that woman died on Kuat. And, though the Sith had his delusions and his hopes, he knew this to be true. It did not take a Primordial creature in his head to feel the change in their Bond. Where once there was an ocean of hope, now a river of blood ran betwixt Master and Apprentice.

And if he could not save her, then what point was there in fighting? This creature was another Akala, was she not? Another divine being who came to shatter all resistance. To sift Darth Metus as wheat. How much easier would it be to just...let go. To just give in. There was such freedom to be found in the abyss, was there not? All he had to do was feed he-

Itik. Ukr. Nuyak. Zmogus."​

The souls did not deserve their plight. And yet, they suffered all the same. Rebellion raged within the Sith, burning against the Witch who dared step into his world. Darth Metus had made the mistake of kneeling only once before - to a Sole Ruler who turned his back upon their kind. Never. Never again would he ever prostrate himself before anyone or anything. Especially not some ravenous beast from beyond. Oh, her words were sweet. The wintry chill which befell him was certainly the temptation of temptations. But there was one thing which burned greater than love. Greater than envy. Greater than whatever the kark the Witch was. Pride. And though the darkness surged within his core, unbidden by the Sith Lord, it was met by his own Rebellion. The undying mass within his essence - that light which stung the beast's eyes - cried out in protest. And for a moment, the Phobis Devices shuddered. On...and off...on...and off.

The Sith wasn't so easily tamed. And through clenched teeth, he spat his resolve.

"You feel so confident being far away...but I'll find you. I'll turn that corner of Hell you call home to Dust."

The death he dealt was a bouquet huh? Then he would starve the demon. The Darkness was damning, but with nothing to consume, he would turn her wiles into a wasted effort. A stray thought broke his focus - a deck officer's mind fell to his whim. And though, for a moment, the Phobis Device began to belch hysteria across the black of space, the Dread Queen began to move. A mighty lurch gripped its hulking form as its drive made use of the remnant warmth. Minutes had rolled by since it dipped into realspace. Precious time which had allowed the circuitry to cool. Thus, the totality of the Sith's efforts was a micojump backwards. Close enough that Arkam and her Wheelworld would yet be visible as a dot beyond the viewports. But far enough away that her feast would be reduced to a manageable appetizer.

"Ztarosti Xealonera."​

 

[Ishmael Verd]

Location: Holorepository, Wheelworld​

Tag: [member="Kurenai Yumi"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"], [member="Damsy Callat"]​

It was said that Allya was most like her Father.

From what little Asphyxion knew on the subject, the warrior before his gaze was seemingly identical to the stories he heard. Headstrong. Dauntless. Those were words used to describe the hot-headed youth who would eventually grow up to be the Vicelord. And, it would appear as though the same traits had traveled by blood to his daughter. Straightaway, the moment his feet touched down upon the floor, the barricade became a living weapon against the Master of Ren. Primal tactics saw the tables and chairs attempt to slam Asphyxion into oblivion. And to this, the man simply breathed. Focus saw the empowerment yet raging through his core seep into his synapses. He saw the movement of the obstructions as if they lazily slithered through the ocean. And, by this might, he began to move. He carved out for himself a path through the madness, using a blend of telekinetics and his saber to see himself liberated from harm's way.

But in doing so, his prize was lost. At least, for the moment. Allya saw fit to lob a grenade backwards, into the Holorepository console. Asphyxion couldn't hope to avoid the tables whilst also addressing the ordnance, and thus the attack went off without interruption. The tactic was a momentary setback. A frustrating one at that, but temporary. And, as the man's burning gaze settled upon the one responsible, furious doubt exploded from her mouth. She thought he was going to kill them. After this particular annoyance, he was certainly more inclined to remove Allya's head from her shoulders. And, as the sonic blaster was raised against him, Asphyxion opened and closed his fist, enacting a crushing force about the barrel. She would scarcely be able to get half a trigger pull off before the weapon would, hopefully, be rendered completely useless by the telekinetics.

And in the interim, the Master of Ren sized up his targets. Allya, the Mandalorian battering ram. And the one beside her...His brow raised ever so slightly as his eyes fell to her legs. On the day that she was born, little [member="Damsy Callat"] could hardly swim. She was a creature alive in a perpetual fit of pain. And, from his own pod, Asphyxion used to watch with curiosity as she grew. Now, it seemed, that she had finally managed to come into her own. But she mistook him. They both did. Oh how all mistook Asphyxion for the man seated upon the throne. It was easy, no? But a glance and they would see his face no matter what. Asphyxion shook the memories out of his mind, raising his blade against them. "Father?" the word was uttered with a mouthful of venom. "And here I thought you were above insulting your adversaries."
The time for idle chatter was coming to an end, however. For, though there was silence on this end of the barricade, the din of slaughter reached the man's ears. His Ren. His Troopers. They were being torn apart. How much longer they would last was laughable. Even now, the Master of Ren recognized that the time required to repair the Holorepository was most likely not an asset he would have at his disposal. At best, it would be wise to pry what he could from the banks and cut his losses. After all, the vampyric [member="Kurenai Yumi"] and the devilish [member="Daxton Bane"] were making short work of his forces beyond the door...But that meant addressing the dauntless duo before him. His gaze slithered along their forms quickly before an ominous snap echoed across the space. His middle finger slid off of his thumb, creating the sound - but with it a finite crush against the Mandalorian. The flash bangs affixed to her person would find themselves subject to force enough to prematurely set them off. And, should the blindness grip their eyes, they would find Asphyxion crossing the gap in but a handful of bounds, saber raking in a deadly arc to rend Allya's arm clean off.

"Ner gai cuyir Vi'dreya Ishmael, ik'aad vode. Jate at ret' tug'yc.

The Eldest had come home.

 

[Kyyrk]

Location: Arkam Orbit
Fleet: Vanguard, Adamant, Archwing Destroyers x 10, Aquila ECM Corvette, Octarch Fighters, Mynock Interceptors, Archon Bombers
Objective: Destroy Them
Tags: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Kiff Brayde"] [member="Deleterious"]

The Vanguard rocked under the onslaught of fire being thrown at it by the smaller Destroyer. "Status?" "Shields at 75% and dropping sir!" "And the Obstruction?" "Weapons still online sir." Voph stood from his chair, turning to look at the Dread Queen. He had a suspicion that he and Metus thought alike. He didn't say anything for a moment. "Archwings, find your targets. Hold fire." The ship continued to rock. "Sir, Obstruction's weapons at 50% and charging!" Voph held up a hand, slowly. Come on...Do it... Voph could feel his breath catching in his throat. "75 Percent!" "Archwings, link barrels, full payload this time." Voph waited. Not yet. "Sir, the Obstruction is preparing to fire!" Then the Queen disappeared, microjumping to the edge of the system. Voph threw his hand down, and bellowed his command.

"FIRE!"

Obstruction never did. The full payload of twenty XR-01 cannons slammed into the shields, tearing rifts in what little barrier the failing defenses offered. Explosions rocked the Obstruction as weapons, shields, life support, communications, and more all errupted into flames. Numerous hull breaches tore across the ship, and two beams flew straight and true, piercing through the shields and armor to leave a smoking, smoldering crater where the command bridge had once been. Voph grinned. They'd had their chance to surrender. "Hit them again. Remind them the price of their failure to listen." Voph turned, and sat back in his chair. "Vanguard wing, hit that destroyer with everything you have."

The fighters flew swift and true, carving a hole in the TIE fighter defenses, the bombers mopping up the few stragglers brave enough to stand against the onslaught. Deleterious had refused to relocate to safety. But Voph would not lose a single ship to these curs. Two squadrons of Octarch fighters struck the shield pylons on the bridge of the destroyer, perfectly synchronized with the bomber squadrons unleashing their payload, pumping bomb after bomb after bomb into the ship. It began to list, as the power grid failed and engines dropped offline. "Target the next one. If it answers to the First Order, eradicate it..."

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Fleet Actions:

• Archwings fired full strength payload at Obstruction, resulting in critical damage to Weapons, Shields, Life Support, Communications, Engines, Reactor, and Command Bridge. Multiple hull breaches, Multiple explosions.
• Vanguard Fighters attacked Impediment, resulting in a total loss of shields. Ship is disabled, but not destroyed. Weapons rendered inert.

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

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Location: Wheel World, Holorepository Entry​

Objective: Beat the poodoo out of an ugly man​

Tag: [member="Asphyxion Ren"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Kiff Brayde"] | [member="Damsy Callat"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Cay-Yo"] | [member="Daxton Bane"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0LzfNk28K-0​

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He was powerful. The flying tables only slowed him down, nothing more. However, they did slow him down, enough for her to fry the controls. With all the databases locked down, it would take hours. And as powerful pieces moved into play, as his forces suffered heavier defeats as more Confederate forces came into play, as fighters would actively seek out his ship to destroy it, as his troops were slaughtered outside the room, Allya knew he had lost. He had precious little time left, every moment she stalled him, every minute that passed, his loss was that much more complete. It didn't matter what happened here.

Blaster came up and one trigger pull was completed, a single sonic blaster bolt going out, due to the stronger phrik construction of the blaster. However, under the pressure, the more fragile sonic array was crushed, meaning one shot was all she got. There was no time to switch to a different array before the next attack. The blaster fell to her side as she realized the fate of it. However, she stood defiant against him.

“Damsy, that can't be dad. He is WAY too ugly. And probably sterile, and unable to get the ladies. At least that's what Uncle Adron said about all the Knights of Ren. Probably gay too according to Aunt Srina.” As she spoke, she frantically pressed buttons on her blaster, as if she was trying to make it work again. However, she soon gave up on that, and flipped it around in her hand, to hold it by the barrel butt of the gun forward, like she, in desperation was going to attempt to bash his head in with the butt of the now worthless weapon.

As he talked she fed her own power, expanding it like dark tendrils around her, allowing her own presence to fill the room. The blaster butt and lightsaber came up into a defensive stance she had learned from Jerek. A deep breath was taken, and she smirked under her helmet. Of all the emotions she could feel, fear, anxiety, despair, she was far too much her father's daughter. The only she could feel was excitement. Death was not something to fear, it was only hard on the living. But to live in cowardice was a fate infinitely worse than death.

As her flash bangs went off, the photochromic view-port in her helmet went dark. The sound was deafening, her helmet helped to filter out some of it, to keep her ears from to much damage. Overall, her helmet, the visor, and the fact she was NOT looking directly at the flash bangs, helped save her eyes and ears from to bad of a beating. They were in pain, bad pain, however, that was nothing compared to what the clone should be getting, as he was in direct view of her, and looking towards the light and close enough to get just as disoriented by the sound....and unlike her didn't have his helmet. Poor Damsy didn't have hers either. What had possessed the fish to throw her helmet was beyond her.

The flashbangs also scrambled her sensors for a bit, she had to move on instinct, a silhouette and the force. She waited, even as she felt the Ren come upon her, it was only at the last moment, when he was locked into the momentum, when the chance of him being able to get away was so much less, that her body slightly moved. The blaster in her hand, its bottom compartment opened, exposing the electrified phrik spikes, and the butt of the blaster was in the way of the lightsaber. She would attempt to block the lightsaber with the Phrik-Cortosis built blaster. With luck the lightsaber would short out upon contact with the cortosis. If and only if the lightsaber shorted out, the butt would slide down the broken blade, to slam into the lightsaber's emitter, the phrik spikes trying to pump tons of electricity into it.

At the same exact moment, she used force speed, force jump, and activated her jet pack, and aimed her armored head right at his unarmored one, to attempt to give him a violent keldabe kiss. Her lightsaber would also thrust out with the momentum, attempting to stab through the armpit of the taller man, as she leaped up and forward at him. This was dangerous, the chance of failure was real and could prove disastrous, however, she went all in.

Do you not understand who I am? Maybe I die, but I will take you with me!​

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[Daxton Bane]

The thick foul smelling purple smoke was onemof Daxton’s creations, one that seemed a bit unnatural. Whether it was by alchemical means or a far dark means one could be certain. It was clear though that line of sight was cut down to roughly a few meters and these wre vaguely humanoid forms which made telling friend from foe rather hard.

You could almost taste fear as the attackers tried in vain to pierce the veil, some firing blindly into the pea soup smoke in hope of hitting the Zabrak, and the nerve rattling hiss of three lightsabers cutting them down followed by screams and gurgles of the dead and dying. Those who didn’t wear protective gear would be slapped by the stench of roasted hair and flesh, the chemicals causing their eyes and membranes to water uncontrollably, as their pulses quickened with each beat of their agitated hearts.

Then without warning a figure appeared in the smoke, tall and menacing and every enemy trooper still capable to weilding a weapon in the vicinity began to open fire. Laser bolts by the dozen flew through the air and the could swear it had hit the target by the blasts only seemed to go through him as if he had no solid form. As they struggled to reload, a swarm of insects flew from the Dark Lord at the soldiers. Those with exposed flesh began to scream in abject horror as the creatures burrowed into their skin and chewed their way inside.

This was not natural, not something they could stab or shoot. Too stay would to die, that was echoed in their heads. Those farthest from the cloud began to pull back, slowly until the men were clawing among themselves to escape away from this unnatural horror. Those infested by the insects would twitch on the floor as the horrors devoured their minds and sanity.

Daxton watched it all from his perch on the ceiling, safely away from the blaster fire thanks to his magnetic boots. Such weak minds, he thought to himself as he ended the spell. It was only too easy to delve their fears and use those fears against them. It wasn’t too hard for the Sith Lord to make it all feel so real and they grasped the only answer that seemed to make sense.



Disengaging his biits, he landed as silent as a shadow as he turned to head into the repository to help with those that got through.