Populate Assault on Adras || Populate of Adras Hex

[QK-2510]

Location: Prison Yard - Adras
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic”
Objective: Clear out the Gates
Engagement: Kivah Gerwald Lechner

Although she would have much preferred to be flying alongside the dropship rather than inside of it, QK-2510 had tolerated the ride down to the surface with a dutiful silence. Thus, when it came time for her to disembark, the jet trooper made ready to fly out of the bay at the first viable opportunity. Unfortunately, that meant waiting until everyone else was out, so as to avoid subjecting those behind her to the wake of her jetpack’s thrusters.

With the massive wings on her back impeding her ability to move on foot, only once the jet trooper was airborne could she truly fight.

And so, as the hulking form of the Dread Wolf advanced towards the gate, QK-2510 launched herself skyward, her rifle’s targeting matrix honing in on the prisoners who had taken positions on the ramparts surrounding the courtyard. By virtue of the leverage afforded to them by height, they were among the most dangerous of the prisoners and thus, needed to be eliminated first.

Exactly on cue, QK-2510’s HUD marked five of the prisoners located on the ramparts with green squares—indicating a positive tone. Five wrist rocket-sized missiles rocketed out from the projectile launcher mounted beneath her rifle before racing towards their respective targets at breakneck speed. A sequence of five explosions followed as the Iadrium warheads detonated in immediate proximity to their targets, blasting off body parts and incinerating what remained in small clouds of superheated gas.

Five kill marks appeared on her HUD, but QK-2510 didn’t relent. Tearing across the sky, the jet trooper zoomed past a stream of incoming fire and leveled her rifle towards its source. Two squeezes of the trigger saw a tripod blaster cannon reduced to slag in explosions of crimson fire. Four more resulted in both of the cannon’s operators being cut down, reducing their torsos to little more than red mist as unarmored flesh was exposed to searing plasma.

“Cover fire from above.” QK-2510 transmitted to her allies as she took in their bounding advance from her aerial position. With her jetpack, she had no trouble keeping up with the relentless pace of their advance. Thus, as the gates were shattered and prisoners sallied out through the opening, crimson bolts rained down upon them in a rapid-fire salvo, blasting apart the bodies of four more prisoners in swift, violent order.

“Mark priority targets. I am on station to engage!”

Spoiler: Loadout

• "Taral" Sith Trooper Armor - Designation: QK-2510
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Utility
    
    • FAE/P-03 “Adramelech” Winged Jetpack
      
      • Armament Hardpoint (2)
        
        • FAE/WH-04-S3 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead
        • FAE/WH-04-S3 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead
  • Helmet
    
    • FAE/S-14 Headgear System Suite
      
      • Updated Version
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear
      
      • Replacement for B-11 “Gretis” Class Combat Boots
      • Redundant Systems Removed
  • Undersuit
    
    • Thinsuit
  • Modifications
    
    • FAE/S-12 “Dream Sight” Combat Sensor System Mk. II
      
      • Updated Version
• Kainate Combat Rifle Model Sixty-Two
  
  • Attachments and Modifications
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • FAE/S-06 Reactive Targeting Matrix
      
      • Updated Version
  • Ammunition
    
    • FAE/AM-01-S3 Energy Weapon Cartridge (10)
    • Portable Projectile Launcher (2)
      
      • FAE/WH-04-S2 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead (11)
      • FAE/WH-04-S2 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead (16)
    • Portable Projectile Launcher (2)
      
      • FAE/WH-04-S2 Universal Missile - Concussion Warhead (16)
      • FAE/WH-04-S2 Universal Missile - Concussion Warhead (16)
• PV-16 “Sunfury” Pulse Pistol
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
  • Ammunition
    
    • Fusion Cell (4)
• Class-A Thermal Detonator (4)

 

[Kivah]

WEARING: Udyr Biosuit, Tracker/Flash Goggles
WEAPONS: Jackal ACR, z-14 Autoblaster, Astraeus Missile Launcher, Lightsabers
TAG: Gerwald Lechner QK-2510

Springing from her kneeling position, Kivah charged alongside the others, marveling at how the Dread Wolf had shattered the gates effortlessly. Maybe he deserved the title, she thought. And, a little greedily, wondered when she would be able to do such. A lone jet trooper roared above them, sending appreciated covering fire down on the positions that had the Warband in their own fire.

The launcher was slung across her back, its tube still warm from rocket exhaust. Kivah reached for the rifle before altering her hands' direction, grabbing instead her two lightsabers. She needed to use the weapons, make them as much a part of her as her fists were in a fight, rely less on the tools of her old self. The blades ignited with a dull thrum, more like they were coming up to power than the usual snap-hiss the plasma blades were known for. One blade quietly crackled and popped, as if its energy could barely be contained by its magnetic envelope. The other quietly burned red, fire licking down its length.

Grinning, she sprang over the troops that had passed her and into the front lines where she brought her sabers down on an unprepared rioter. Rising from her crouch, she brought each blade up through more, not even seeing the people, just the uniforms they wore. From there it was a rush into the guardhouse and bounding steps up the stairs to the decapitated watch towers. The lightsabers put in their work, deflecting most of the fire coming in at her and holding the former inmates true to their convictions about death being preferable to continued imprisonment.

Parapet is clear, though Kivah can't remember where she learned the word. The jet trooper having done her work well. As she swaps back to the missile launcher, Kivah wonders if she's the same one she worked with on another world, putting down another insurrection. That time before it could begin. No way to know without asking, strand-cast all look pretty much the same. She decides not to as she sends the last two rockets through barricaded windows that dormer inmates were shooting from. They were from different worlds then, and still are now. Reloading, Kivah surveys the blown out walls she'd just destroyed before looking for the Dread Wolf again.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: This
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
SHIP: Úlfs Reiði
TAG: Kivah | QK-2510

The blast doors crumpled inward like paper, their reinforced durasteel groaning under the unseen force. The sound echoed through the air, silencing the murmurs of rebellion. A wave of dread swept over the prison yard as smoke and sparks framed the towering figure stepping through the breach. The Dread Wolf emerged like a specter of death. The air felt heavy, charged with the oppressive presence of the dark side. His ignited lightsaber, a jagged crimson blade, hissed menacingly as it cut through the haze.

The rebels, a motley crew of desperate prisoners, huddled around makeshift barricades. They clutched stolen weapons, their confidence melting into fear. Among them stood their leader, a Trandoshan named Vorrak, wielding a scavenged pike. Vorrak snarled, trying to rally his forces.

"Hold your ground! He bleeds like any other!"

Gerwald’s voice cut through the tension like a blade, distorted and inhuman through his helmet's modulator.

"You misunderstand. I am not here to bleed. I am here to end you."

The comm chatter came in. QK-2510 gave her action report as it came, and also made her request. Gerwald’s orders came over the comm for everyone to hear.

<<< “Leave the transdoshan for me. Take out everything else that moves.” >>>

Without warning, Lechner raised his free hand, and the Force surged outward in an invisible wave. The barricades exploded into splinters, flinging the front line of rebels like ragdolls. Screams filled the air as the Dread Wolf advanced, his movements precise and deliberate, each step an executioner's march.

The first rebel to charge him, a Duros wielding an electrostaff, was reduced to ash in a single, fluid strike. The jagged edge of Lechner’s blade carved through weapons and bodies alike, each swing leaving trails of crackling energy in its wake.

The remaining rebels opened fire, their stolen blasters lighting up the yard. The Dread Wolf deflected the bolts effortlessly, his lightsaber spinning in a deadly arc.

Amid the chaos, Lechner’s voice boomed. "You sought freedom in defiance. But defiance earns only death."

 

[QK-2510]

Location: Prison Yard - Adras
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic”
Objective: Clear out the Gates
Tag: Kivah Gerwald Lechner

The mass of prisoners who had sallied out from the shattered gates were cut down within the minute, slaughtered virtually to a man as those who yet still clung to life were dealt with thereafter. All the while, the spear tip element of the assault force—led by the Dread Wolf—breached the gates and charged into the prison yard.

<<< “Leave the transdoshan for me. Take out everything else that moves.” >>>

“Yes, my lord. It shall be done.” QK-2510 replied, before turning her attention back towards the unfolding clashes inside the yard.

Right away, the jet trooper knew where she was needed.

With the ramparts close to the gatehouse already purged of hostiles, the assault force’s flanks were clear. However, they would still be exposed to fire from shooters positioned in front of them—on the ramparts located at the opposing end of the yard. Thus, QK-2510 dipped into a controlled descent, before leveling off and flying just along the outer perimeter of the walls, utilizing them as cover to conceal her approach and obstruct enemy fire.

Then, as soon as she reached the point of the walls’ perimeter that was opposite to the gates, QK-2510 flew up behind the shooters located there, her rifle primed and locked onto a number of targets. A salvo of wrist rocket-sized missiles spat out from its projectile launcher then, before racing towards their assigned marks with programmed bloodlust. Moments later, the missiles exploded in billowing clouds of superheated gas, producing small, yet deadly waves of force that tore limbs from bodies and heads from shoulders within the immediate radius of the blasts. Kill marks streamed in a row down her HUD as the missiles went off in successive fashion—six, seven, eight, then finally, nine confirmed tallies.

And after that, came the inferno.

Sentients burned in the ensuing flames until their flesh was charred to the bone. All the while, rocketing above the flames in the manner of a rising phoenix, QK-2510 squeezed off targeted beams of crimson-hued plasma towards those prisoners who had escaped intact from her missile barrage. In moments, the jet trooper cut down four more prisoners in a staccato rhythm of unrelenting fire, scarlet-hot plasma lancing through unprotected flesh before flash-boiling the blood within to a fine red mist.

Only after cutting the combat-capable prisoners down did QK-2510 shift her attention to the wounded (but not yet incapacitated) survivors. More than a few had attempted to escape from the inferno by jumping off of the ramparts, with most suffering grievous fractures as their forms smashed into the ground below. For those that yet limped on, QK-2510 rained down fire upon them, reducing three skulls to steaming masses of grease and charred grey matter, the bodies collapsing listless to the ground thereafter.

“North side walls are clear!” QK-2510 radioed over the network, before shifting her gaze down towards the main yard from her aerial vantage point. Amber-hued eyes widened with equal parts awe and bloodlust she watched the Dread Wolf rip and tear his way through the prisoners’ ranks with force and fire. However, there was another who caught her attention as well—a feminine figure clad in exotic armor and armed with an eclectic variety of weaponry who had single handedly cleared out a watch tower only moments prior.

QK-2510 quickly decided that she would support her. Thus, twisting her body mid-air to re-orient herself, the jet trooper sped down towards the yard in a flying descent. Moments later, she slowed to a hover, her jetpack’s wings shifting position behind her as she unloaded plasma into the blown out walls, blasting apart the forms of a pair of wounded prisoners in the process.

Spoiler: Loadout

• "Taral" Sith Trooper Armor - Designation: QK-2510
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Utility
    
    • FAE/P-03 “Adramelech” Winged Jetpack
      
      • Armament Hardpoint (2)
        
        • FAE/WH-04-S3 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead
        • FAE/WH-04-S3 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead
  • Helmet
    
    • FAE/S-14 Headgear System Suite
      
      • Updated Version
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear
      
      • Replacement for B-11 “Gretis” Class Combat Boots
      • Redundant Systems Removed
  • Undersuit
    
    • Thinsuit
  • Modifications
    
    • FAE/S-12 “Dream Sight” Combat Sensor System Mk. II
      
      • Updated Version
• Kainate Combat Rifle Model Sixty-Two
  
  • Attachments and Modifications
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • FAE/S-06 Reactive Targeting Matrix
      
      • Updated Version
  • Ammunition
    
    • FAE/AM-01-S3 Energy Weapon Cartridge (10)
    • Portable Projectile Launcher (4)
      
      • FAE/WH-04-S2 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead (5)
      • FAE/WH-04-S2 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead (16)
      • FAE/WH-04-S2 Universal Missile - Concussion Warhead (16)
      • FAE/WH-04-S2 Universal Missile - Concussion Warhead (16)
• PV-16 “Sunfury” Pulse Pistol
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
  • Ammunition
    
    • Fusion Cell (4)
• Class-A Thermal Detonator (4)

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Black Betty
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Inquisitorial Saber
Tags: Kaila Irons | Darth Malum of House Marr | Khamesi Aivar

Tamsin heard the argument between Lord Malum and the giant cat lady though through her fogged-up mask she couldn't really make out where they were. The way the Cather spoke to Lord Malum with a bit of defiance and strength behind her words, it was exactly opposite to what Tamsin had been taught to do. Especially when it came to someone who out ranked you in sith hierarchy which in itself was a whole other mess to Tamsin.

Though as she listened to the words it intrigued her, she wondered if one or the other lords would attempt to cut down the other. She had heard stories of sith killing each other to establish a higher position in the hierarchy. Some old, antiquated rules Kaila Had told her about how sith of the past achieved rank and position in their orders. Asserting dominance through violence that often led to death. Something inside her told her to place her bet on Lord Malum.

She turned as Kaila called to her and tossed her the cloaking belt. She reached for it but totally missed catching it as she could barely see out of her mask. It clanked across the ground at her feet. Tamsin shook her head as she felt stupid for missing the catch and just knelt down and picked it up and began to put it around her waist. At least with the two Lords fighting no one would notice her mistakes besides Kaila, her biggest fear right now was trying not to make Kaila look bad.

She rose as she put on the belt and took one more look at the two goons she had dropped before turning on her cloaking belt. She wasn't worried about knowing where her master was, she always knew where Kaila was. "Right, let's go kick some butt." Maybe speaking a little freely at that moment.

She moved to catch with her master as the fog on her mask began dissipating and she began to breathe easier. She switched her comm over to a private channel though to speak directly and only to Kaila. "You think those two are going to kill each other?" Part of her really wanted to see that happen, still that part of her wanted to see Lord Malum come out on top for some reason.

 

[Amra Sar Azrael]

T H E M E​

Tags: Gerwald Lechner , Kivah , QK-2510

He jumped out of the dropship as soon as the ramp had lowered and before the vessel even had set its gears into the dirt of the prison world. The black sabatons clanked as they hit the planet he had never visited, heard of or would ever give a second thought again. The Empire sent a task force, he was destined to be part of it and so it happened.

The heavy blaster pistol appeared in his right hand and was firing shots at the battlements and towers, his HUD pointing out the silhouettes of the enemies. Rioting prisoners. Convicts. They were nothing and their deaths only served the purpose of reestablishing order and rule here, no higher meaning, no deeper interpretation. But they offered a fight, misguided freedom or defiance was a strong motivator to go up against odds which condemned your attempt to failure and defeat. He did not respect them for it.

Azrael was carrying a blastshield in his off-hand which he used as pod for the pistol to lay on as he gave shots to the imposing walls ahead. Walls which were designed to keep the adversary in were not necessarily ideal for keeping someone out. And the assault went quite smoothly. The Sith had brought the might of their Order and military and no prison armory held enough firepower to withstand such onslaught.

The Grand Master led his squad towards the gate. Firing from behind shields his companions had similar equipment to him. Clad in black armor, firing blasters from behind large blast shields and either hooded, helmeted or both they moved in a small wedge at the flank of the main attack of the Dread Wolf. Fitting that his warriors of the Dreadhost were led by a man calling himself Dread Wolf.

When the gate exploded and a counterattack began, they were not hesitating in awe or triumph, but rushed forward. The blasters disappeared in their holsters as they drew swords, long blades of dark steel. A smooth motion, perfected in years of training through thousands of repetitions. Not that such a mundane matter required much practice, but nevertheless the Swordmasters of the Order expected nothing short of flawless execution.
They moved in, meeting the tide of the rebels who tried to hold out against the oldest force of nature in existence.

Azrael moved at the front, his sword, Godsbane, cutting through metal, flesh and bone with ease, the dark blade emitting the coldness of the void. A greatsword in nature, it seemed too unwieldy to be used by a single hand and arm, but the large figure wielded it with deadly precision and accurate technique through training and cybernetics. He beheaded a Duros with a perfect strike before it moved to impale the electropike wielding human behind.

It was just the beginning.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Malum's hidden form stilled as his ears flicked to attention at the giant Cathar's words. Her gaze settled harshly on where she imagined he was, attempted intimidation and insults flying freely as the spittle from her lips, as she refused to be cowed by his words, and instead announced herself the very lioness that he had not at all missed in her absence.

Her words were spoken, excuses and explanations laid, all of which were of such irrelevance that he might have revealed himself to draw his blade, yet, pride doth the fall, and the operation required more of his attention than a catty mercenary that would whether she spoke at length or not, follow his orders.

Her steps echoed the walls as she made to do his will.

"One day I will have to declaw that kitten," A disembodied voice spoke out from the doorway to the next section of their quest, turning to regard the knight and apprentice duo that still remained behind, hearing the footsteps of those who would secure this room fast approaching, "Apologies for such a display, Lady Aivar never did quite understand the meaning of respect." The smile leaked into his voice as he proceeded onward apace, expecting them to follow.

Whatever could be said about Khamesi, she did her part well at least, whether it was her or not, the sound of blasterbolts echoed the hallways, as they silently crept along the foundations, with nought a single soul interrupting their venture, as they finally came upon one of the entrances to the command centre.

Or at least the exit to it. A long, risen, and exposed bridge led the actual way to the command centre, yet, to even cross it one would need to open the blast doors. Blast doors, which as the group would come to discover, the prisoners had been attempting to open this entire time. For now, three of them configuring with various power tools to make the attempt, all the while a fourth fiddled with the nearby panel, a single camera zoomed in and out at them closely, those guards within the command centre more than aware that time was running out.

All the while what Malum's attention was truly taken to, was what would be the most direct threat to them. Makeshift bags of sand had been piled high, while behind them a platformed heavy repeating blaster, accompanied by others held by individuals pointing down the hallway. The message was clear enough, should the rest of the prison fall, they made their stand here, to take the command centre or die trying.

Hopefully, Falentra would soon be there.

"...How shall we proceed?" He whispered into his comms, masked eyes watching ahead in rapt attention.

Kaila Irons Tamsin Graves Khamesi Aivar Lady Falentra Allyson Locke

 

[Kaila Irons]

"I've seen him fight, bathed an entire arena in fire once. I know who my money's on." she chuckled with Tamsin.

Kaila would not mention the Kaggath by name, lest Malum hear. If she remembered correctly, Revna referred to him and Darth Strosius as brothers, and though she was unsure if the woman was being literal or not, she did not wish to risk being seen as making light of their extraordinary battle on the off chance he'd take offense.

"Apologies for such a display, Lady Aivar never did quite understand the meaning of respect."

She could hear him call out from up ahead, although seeing was another story.

"If I had spoken in such a way to my master...!" she sighed bitterly.

"...but I suppose this isn't the Kainate."

She shouldn't focus on such things anyway, she had a job to do. They all had a job to do.

And what a job it was. The bridge ahead was such classic of imperial architecture, a marvelous chokepoint flanked by deep chasms. It would have been such a perfect place for security to hold were it not for the incredible scale of this breakout, turning their defensive hold into a prison for the very guards.

Kaila pressed her back to the wall on the opposite side of the corridor exit from Malum's voice, her own a low whisper in response.

"...How shall we proceed?"

She glanced at the turret, quickly counting those with immediate access to it.

"Mrmh..."

The challenge was not in closing the gap necessarily, not if she were to levitate herself across. The real challenge would be holding her own once she dropped behind, or rather, in the middle of them. Too many angles to cover, not without summoning a barrier in which case she'd be relegated to a purely defensive role.

Unless...

She glanced to the others, realizing that she'd nearly forgotten them. Old habits perhaps, brought on by her lonesome career as a seeker.

"I could levitate across," she whispered into the commlink.

"Drop in their midst, kill a few to draw their attention whilst the two of you advance. My defenses will hold."



Darth Malum of House Marr Tamsin Graves

 

[Lady Falentra]

"Got it." The Siren replied through the commlink.

Looking past the prison grounds and up to the tower, she breathed a heavy exasperated sigh. To hold of a flood of prisoners would only mean a terribly sore body tomorrow. But the apprentice had her orders. Propelled by the force, she leap towards the tower, the same force which burst upon landing, scattering the surrounding prisoners.

The fight began, hordes of prisoners rushing her way, in their heads anything they could make use of weapons, from the metal structures of bunk beds to guns and electric shock weapons they had nabbed from the guards. Her lightsword groaned as the blade was unsheathed, she began her defense, aiming for limbs and areas that were not lethal.

Her tentacles would grab on to any they could reach before swinging them far away.

"I've gotten through. Unsure how long I can hold them off."

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Black Betty
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Inquisitorial Saber
Tags: Kaila Irons | Darth Malum of House Marr | Khamesi Aivar

"I've seen him fight, bathed an entire arena in fire once. I know who my money's on."

Inside her mask her eyebrow quirked in intrigue at that statement though it did seem by Kaila's tone of voice she didn't want to elaborate more. Though she was curious she didn't press harder for information out of respect. Though at least she knew Kaila would bet on the same person she would have, maybe that was where the feeling was coming from.

Then Lord Malum spoke up on the other channel apologizing for the Cather woman's behavior. Tamsin listened to the short exchange between him and Kaila. She didn't know Kaila's master but had seen him once and heard plenty of stories to know he was not someone you could just get away with talking to in such a disrespectful manner.

Tamsin herself would never have spoken to Kaila in such a manner either though not for the same reasons Kaila wouldn't have to her master. Kaila and her were bound by blood, an oath to honor each other. On top of the fact Tamsin owed the woman more then she could ever repay, nor would Kaila ask her to repay it. The closest she ever got to speaking of Kaila in off putting way was once she commented about Kaila's relationships. Though she had been joking and playing when she said it and meant no disrespect.

They had been moving smoothly through the prison with their stealth activated as all this conversation was going on. No hitch in the plan until they came to blast doors that marked the exit or entrance into the command center. Before them was a sand bag barricade with a heavy repeating blaster on platform. Also, several prisoners with weapons as well and then there were the blast doors and guards trying brute force their way through it.

"...How shall we proceed?"

Lord Malum asked as Kaila offered up her suggestion. Tamsin didn't exactly like it, it would put Kaila heavily on the defensive and she was sure Malum could make a significant dent as she played distraction. Tamsin would be the weakest link in this chain and if one link was weak the chain had a high chance of snapping.

"What if…" She surveyed the spread of the guards in the hallway though large it was still confined. Shen reached to her belt where her blaster was and pulled a couple of extra energy cells she had for the blaster from it. She then showed them the clips before pulling a small metal shielding off the top of one of them exposing some wires underneath. "We can cross these two wires here." She pointed to, two of the wires that were exposed on the cell she had popped the shielding off of.

"It will over charge the cell making a plasma grenade with about a ten to fifteen second delay." That was when she realized they were in stealth, and they couldn't exactly see what she was showing them. She closed her eyes and sighed at her stupidity. "Never mind, I was just going to suggest that we use these energy cells in my hand that you can't see as plasma grenades. That if either of you knew electrokinesis you could also supercharge the outer layer of the clips so when charge cells exploded, they would also release a ionic burst with the plasma you can take out most of the weapons and some of the guards." She felt stupid for not realizing that the stealth was up and they couldn't see what she was explaining to them even though she thought it was a good idea they could take out a lot of the guards before they saw them coming. A good idea also cause she knew Kaila knew a bit of Electrokinesis so she knew it could have worked.

 

[Kivah]

Wearing: Udyr Biosuit, Tracker/Flash Goggles
Weapons: Jackal ACR, z-14 Autoblaster, Astraeus Missile Launcher, Lightsabers
Tag: Gerwald Lechner QK-2510

Darn and blast! She was falling behind. Well, the walls had to be cleared, but maybe she should have left it to the troopers. The ones brought by Lord Lechner seemed to be quite capable and the flying menace just radioed in that the North side was cleared to her South. With the gates to the prison open, the courtyard had been taken and the gates felled. Kivah slung the reloaded launcher not thinking it'd be needed, and wanting her new sabers in hand again. From there it was a quick sprint across the remains of the blown-out wall, across the scattered rubble, missing chunks, and wounded prisoners who were undoubtedly missing the safety and comfort of their cells before an irate rocket trooper introduced them to the joys of super heated plasma.

Soon she reached a small durasteel door before cutting it open and slipping into the prison proper. Below, the Dread Wolf was cutting his way through the main entrance past the gates. Kivah was up where the guards kept their watch and moved through various sections. In her mind this was where the prisoners had fought their way to allow them their defense, and a good place to push them out of to prevent them from working their way behind the Sith forces working their way through the prison section.

Sabers again blazing despite the light resistance, Kivah worked her way up the narrow stone halls. The only real resistance she met was when two defenders grabbed a third to fire their liberated blaster pistols as fast as they could at her. She slipped up a few times, the weight of fire simply coming in too fast for her to advance and block them all. Stopping to deflect every shot was out of the question. Power packs could last a long time, and she had to keep pressing in close where her dim crimson blades could do their work. Some of the shots she failed to deflect away missed, a few others made her grateful to her armor. The rough impacts hitting her like a blow in the cage fights she used to gleefully partake in, leaving behind warm after-images where they struck.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

He listened intently, as the string of different voices spoke up across the pavilion, directly towards him or through his earcomm, as was the way of the very disparate individuals which he had chosen to surround himself with, the way of thought which was expressed differed significantly. As was the way of things, his response to each was the same.

First, he blinked, as the amphibian voice of his apprentice came through his ear, "...Repeat that, Falentra?" Malum questioned, even as the sounds of battle filtered through, his gaze circling around them for a moment, yet, as ever there was the sick stillness before battle, "...Where are you?" He had a dreading suspicion, which likely meant they would need to burst through those doors for two different very key reasons.

Two paths then revealed themselves, and both would need to be considered with a sense of urgency he would have rather preferred to have avoided.

Invisible masked eyes found themselves on Kaila... swallowing, the protrusion by his neck bobbing like an apple at a summer's fair, he had a duty to consider the plan upon its own merits, beyond all else, he had learned so long ago with Kara, that there was no good in allowing the heart dominion over what was the mind's domain.

Yet, gazing at where she should have been, his mind filled in the gaps of sight with imagination.

Imagination that drew him back to Echnos from whence it should be far, far, away from.

His nostrils blew steam as he wiped thought away from his mind, and refocused, "I have little doubt, but neither am I willing to risk my most promising High Inquisitor in such a way," Malum finally responded, the kernels of truth embedded in flowery flattery, was... too easy for him.

His eyes turned towards the shorter disembodied voice, parts of her features, or at least... her form visible through the weaknesses of the device she wore, once the most prized function of the Tsis'Kaar, the ability of their agents to come and go completely unseen was slackening as the new influx of recruits and the Inquisitio stemmed in.

No doubt it would be something Malum would need to speak to Kaila and Kara of.

But for now, a ghost of a smile flickered beneath the invisible mask, as the apprentice spoke, a ghost of a smile that became all the more real as she transitioned from mistake to a plan that was exactly what he needed it to be, "Congratulations to you, Darth Anathemous, it would seem you have an apprentice most worthy," Malum offered easily, as he turned his head towards the prisoners still grinding away at the door, the other half bored away at their gunnery stations.

"Unless you have anything to add, I would say such is the tactic moving forward, attempt to not kill them," He fell on his knees, as the Force cloak fell away, and he became visible, reaching into his robes and drawing on two different grenades as well.

"Smoke and Flashbang," He explained more for the apprentice's benefit, confident enough that Kaila knew, behind the wall he indicated to the camera, "We will want to indicate to the command centre of our presence, your plasma grenade will ambush them, mine shall blind them, and then we strike."

Kaila Irons Tamsin Graves Lady Falentra Allyson Locke Khamesi Aivar
Mentioned: Ansisa

 

[Kaila Irons]

"I have little doubt, but neither am I willing to risk my most promising High Inquisitor in such a way,"

Most promising? Kaila may have things to learn about playing the game, but she knew enough to wonder if the Lord Inquisitor was trying to convey an all the more... heartfelt message, given their time on Echnos. She swallowed, unsure how one responds to such implications among the sith.

"I..."

"Understood, my lord." she said quietly, a subtle heat rising in her face which she wondered if whether or not would appear on thermal optics.

Thankfully Tamsin Graves chimed in, allowing her to shift her attention to the task at hand. Kaila took a glance in the direction of her apprentice's voice, trying to picture the girl's descriptions in her mind's eye. Initially it seemed risky, but after taking another glance at the gun emplacement, the young darth realized that the resulting Ionic blast would travel further than the plasmatic explosion, and so Tamsin likely planned to throw just short of actually killing the bunch.

Clever girl, she thought, looking towards her nearly invisible silhouette.

It was clear now that she should enable the apprentice's seeming fondness for tech, perhaps even introduce her to Grrwunhoooll Agaburry and his cybernetic temple sometime.

"Congratulations to you, Darth Anathemous, it would seem you have an apprentice most worthy,"

"I am quite lucky to be her teacher." she said with a respectful nod and smile towards Tamsin, only realizing after that she might not even see.

Clearing her throat, Kaila knelt along the doorframe's edge, eyes scanning the bridge for movement.

"I'll kneel here on the left side and electrify the cells, seeing as my hands are free. The rest I leave to you."

She took a deep breath then, preparing for what was to come. They needed to act quickly once the attack began, Kaila doubly so lest she put herself in the way. Fortunately Tamsin's plan would minimize the risks for which they had to account, giving her a broader window to act.

"...ready?"



Tamsin Graves Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Black Betty
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Inquisitorial Saber
Tags: Kaila Irons | Darth Malum of House Marr | Khamesi Aivar

Tamsin was in shock as both her master and Lord Marr took her suggestion; she felt she hadn't presented it well at all. Then on top the fact they couldn't really see what she was describing. She slowly moved up to Kaila's side as she took the energy cells and began prepping them to be thrown like grenades. It was a little trick she had learned in Blougah's palace from one of his bounty hunters that she actually liked. He always liked to show off his little improvising tricks to anyone who would listen to him.

She looked over to Lord Marr who had let down his cloak and produced some smoke and flash bang grenades. Then she looked forward towards the make shift fortification ahead of them down the hall. "Alright I will toss both of mine, as soon as both of mine are away you through yours." There was a little more confidence in her voice as she spoke and began to twist the wires at the top of plasma energy cells.

"Charge them now." She said as Kaila reached down and with her hand and energized the cells outer layers. As soon as she did Tamsin flung one, and then the second one they went flying through the air. Tamsin kept her eyes on them and reached out her hand to try and guide them to the perfect spots to land. "Throw yours now." She said as she waited for Lord Marr to let his flash bangs and smoke grenades fly.

With her other hand she flipped the polarizing switch on the mask she was wearing so she could withstand the bright flash the flash bangs would let off. As her Plasma grenades followed by the smoke grenades went off in succession as they landed at the feet of the prisoners.

One of the prisoners looked down as it heard the clank on the duracreate floor. He was about to yell.. "Chit!" Booom! The air became a bright flash of light and ionized air, scorch marks on the ground from the plasma and then the hall began to fill with gas. Coughing and hacking, unable to see the prisoners stumbling around and some tried to fire their guns but only a click erupted even from their big gun, nothing came out. A few even just ran dropping their weapons knowing they were about to get frakked hard.

Tamsin waited for Lord Marr and Kaila to take the lead in the charge forward, but she watched with a smirk on her face peering into the gassy haze before her. Proud of her idea and her work.

 

[Mother Askani]

- A D R A S -

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Askani moved through the chaos like a specter, her presence a whisper among the screams. She clung to the shadows, every step deliberate. Sith patrols swept the yard in tight formations, their crimson visors glowing like embers through the haze.

Ahead, she spotted a squad of troopers cornering a group of prisoners against a wall of rubble. The Sith officer leading them ignited his saber, its crimson blade hissing like a serpent in the rain. Askani stretched out her hand, her voice a ghost in his mind.

You hear nothing. See nothing.

The officer froze, his weapon lowering as he spun in confusion, slashing at empty air. The prisoners seized the moment, rushing him in a desperate fury. Askani didn't linger to see the outcome. She pressed onward, the spire growing closer with every step.

When she reached the base of the spire, the sounds of battle faded, replaced by an eerie, oppressive silence. The tower rose like a blackened fang, its surface etched with glowing runes that pulsed faintly, as if alive. Two crimson-robed Sith guards stood at the entrance, their electrostaffs crackling with power.

Askani didn't wait.

With a flick of her wrist, the shadows around them thickened, twisting into a suffocating shroud. The guards thrashed, their cries muffled as the darkness consumed them. Moments later, they crumpled to the ground, their weapons clattering against the stone.

The door hissed open, and she stepped inside, her golden blade igniting with a soft hum. The air inside the spire was cold, metallic, and filled with the faint hum of machinery. Her every step echoed, the sound swallowed almost immediately by the unnatural quiet.

Jorr's presence was faint, like a flickering flame in a storm. But she could feel him—alive, barely, somewhere above. She moved quickly but carefully, her senses straining for the inevitable confrontation.

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