Invasion Bark at the Moon (OS Invasion of Telti)

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: C2
Objective: Time to dance
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies nearby: [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Tacitanya"]
Directly engaging: [member="Varus Shatterstar"]

When Darth Vornskr and the Blackblade Guard bolted to the east, Tmoxin turned her attention to the north where Greta’s Commando scouts had sighted a Jedi Knight with two hundred-some Republic troops. The immediate good news was it appeared Commander Temi and Lieutenant Kohler’s troops vastly outnumbered the droids and elite soldiers which lay ahead. But tangling with a Jedi Knight without another Sith Lord by her side, greatly worried her. She had the utmost faith in Greta, but Tmoxin had never faced a strong Knight on the battlefield. She had previously only attacked and killed Jedi with the help of a small Sith Lord army.

After a quick consultation with Sgt. Major Ulysses, the Blood Monarchs and Royal Guards were given the order to march north. At the last minute, Tmoxin moved her Imperial shock troopers to the second line of soldiers and commanded some new recruits to head to the front line. Surviving the first onslaught from the Republic would be a good test for these loyal and willing stormtroopers, and the weaker ones would undoubtedly not survive. But when was weakness ever an acceptable trait in warfare?

Location: C2
Forces: 300 NPCs Total: 64 Blood Monarchs, 236 Royal Guards
Opponents: Varus Shatterstar

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: A4
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Kiran Vess"]
Objective: Still not die and most definitely not be seduced or even kissed to be honest (and second base isn’t even an option - #justsayin’)
Theme: And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQ04WbgI9rg

‘All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around, when it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
Feel it come to life when I see your ghost’

No sooner had she placed the robe down than she received the warning. The Force told her it was time to act. But if it were the Force or her Teräs Käsi training that activated her actions was debatable.

The martial art gave her blazing speed, that to a non-Force User would appear a blur. Yet her opponent was as quick - effectively negating her advantage. But Center of Being was something she relied upon time and time again and it was arguably this that saved her life.

Three shots at short range. Her body contorted as she twisted to avoid the shots. Two passed harmlessly past but the third winger her left bicep. No armour meant linen and skin were removed and yet another scar could be added to the growing list of physical mementoes from her time facing the One Sith.

She stared her opponent down, her sabers still attached to her belt. “Not even a hello? How uncivilised.” She shook her head slightly. “So, this is where I offer you the chance to come quietly and I offer you a fair trial.”

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: D6 -> C6
Objective: Edumacate
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"], [member="Hylocereus"], [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Laura Na'Varro"], [member="Kaili Talith"]

Cameron casually brought up his left arm to block his eyes as Darth Ayra executed quite the...destructive departure. Before he'd even bothered to lower his arm, he could practically taste the momentary delight that emanated from a few of the children. There was another taste on the air that he'd only suddenly become aware of...a familiar sensation that he'd pretty much been despising since forever. "Pheromones..."

Silver-green eyes swept the aftermath as the Sith Lord lowered his arm back down to his side. The obvious full on retreat of the children was not terribly surprising. Before he even moved on inch, Cameron expanded his presence throughout a larger swath of area. Rest assured...there were a large degree of competing presences on the planet and the sensation of physical and emotional struggle rippled through the Force like a sweltering heat wave.

Cracking his neck from side to side, the Sith Lord allowed a thin smile to touch his features. "I'm never going to hear the end of this..." Thoughts of [member="Amorella Mae"]'s reaction to what was about to occur drifted from his mind almost as quickly as the words left his mouth. Cameron always believed in helping children to understand the realities of the galaxy, to impress upon them the importance of fully comprehending the galaxy in which they existed. If the children were...mature enough to devote themselves to a cause, a path, a lifestyle, then they were mature enough to fully embrace both the rewards and consequences that came with said devotion.

His methods would, no doubt, be harsher than what the rest of their family and Order might choose. The Sith Lord, however, had read this story countless times over. It didn't have a happy ending or a bad one. Why? Because it never ended.

In one fluid motion, the large Sith grasped the worn leather hilt of his Sith Sword and withdrew the weapon matched for his own size. The crimson blade burned with a slight orange tint in Cameron's hands, but the effect was all but lost as he darted into motion with the aid of the Force, the colors blurring together amidst the audible rustling of the Sith's cloak. The children could run, but they would be caught.

Quickly.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: B4
Objective: Beat up [member="Harley"]
Allies: None right this moment
Enemies: [member="Harley"]
Music: Ooo Dis One

She did a back flip, escaping most of the burning liquid. Damn Force powers. Even still she seemed less inclined to continue this fight. I had really wanted to close in and box her to death, throwing massive punches that would shatter her bones, but that Lightsaber had warded me off. Even still, it appeared that she had had enough from the Big Dog. She took off, slinging a lightsaber in my direction as she did so. Freakin Force Powers... This is why we don't get along, I thought to myself in the instants before it arrived, cutting into my already wounded right arm. If she came back, hehe, if she came back or a ran into another Sith, it would be much more difficult than the first time around. I was missing pieces of my Serratus muscles in my left side, and had severe second degree burns on the inside, and now outside of my elbow. Now the only thing to do, was to make sure she didn't want to comeback and send her a care-package to go with her lightsaber she was rapidly recalling with her telekinetic powers.

No reason for words or petty one liners, just send the pain in her direction. Lots of pain in her direction. Leveling my left arm at her, a double blink, followed by a second sent two miniature anti-personnel rockets at her, one from the wrist assembly, one from the jetpack... and from the right arm, well I figure I better give her more things to deal with, I snapped off a couple of rounds from my wrist laser... she had the Force, but I had force. What was the old military saying, "No different levels of dead, so there aren't different levels of kill".

Location: B4
Objective: Secure and hold the section of the Factory
Forces: (Blasters, Modification 1:3, Helmets, Armor)

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: E5 Hanger
Objective: Eliminate Targets
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Republic ( [member="Steve"] [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] )​

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Location: E5 Hanger
Forces: Twelve Sith Assassins
Opponents: Republic​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qw2LU1yS7aw​

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The Assassins continued undaunted, even as several found themselves cut down by saber and blaster fire alike. They seemed to lack fear, pressing on under the cover fire of the ships above without hesitation. Their lives were nothing but a distraction for the Red, letting him complete the goal that was set before them all. The will of the Dark Lord would be completed, no matter how many lives it would cost.​

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Another of the ships were taken down, it's shields having given out from the constant fire of the troopers below. But the rest continued with their sweeping. It wasn't until the fall of one of the assassins that the ships used their torpedoes. Each only had one, but upon Steve cleaving one of the Assassins head in half it was launched, aiming for the small yellow man and his droids. The rest of the ships followed in suit, aiming to blast any groups of troopers too close together.​

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Ferus however continued his assault on the Twi'lik, his blade almost literally burning. As she stumbled forward he landed, and without pause he burst forward. He would give her no rest or quarter in this fight, and as she would turn his blade would thrust out for her form, again and again in a quick volley, all meant to keep her unbalanced. A single hand would be used on the blade, the metallic one, while his flesh hand was kept back. The force built up in this empty hand, but no action would be taken just yet.​

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Objective: Assume Control -- Be Nephthys’ Sword.
Location: B2
Allies: [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Enemies: [member="Tacitanya"] | [member="Kaia Vullen"] | [member="Travot Ravenna"] | [member="Catherine Soja"]

Fear.

It was the most basic of emotions a living being could feel, most people did not know the meaning of fear anymore. They thought themselves above this feeling, they thought that simple will could make them immune to its effects, but they were wrong.

So…
so wrong.

Carach was not a man when he donned his robes and waded into a battle, he was more than that, the Sith Lord was a representation of something far more intricate than that. The Voice of the Dark Lord, Lord amongst even the highest of Siths and when he fought?

He fought with the strength of Legion behind him.

Already his counterpart Nephthys was feeding him more energy, more strength to crush the padawans in front of them.

They had fought in so many battles, a connection had been established and it would be used right here and now. The Sith Lord started to pull in the power offered, his skin almost breaking against the flood of energy pouring into him.

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.
.

And then he focused his will into one single crashing wave, aimed at the minds and will of the opponents in front of them. They had ignited their lightsabers, but this could not be fought by the physical. A flood of force would crash into their mental walls, wave after wave of spiritual focal points prodding, breaking and pushing against the only thing standing between the Sith Lord and their sanity.

In the end it would spell pain for them, the harassment of an indomitable will balled together and focused on their minds entirely.

When it broke through their walls… heh… then the games would truly begin.

And the humming continued.

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Location: D6 -> C6
Objective: Follow the Sith
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"], [member="Hylocereus"], [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Laura Na'Varro"], [member="Kaili Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"]

As the final child brought up the rear, Nefertari watched as the Sith Lord followed them.
He drew a sword from his belt...didn't Sith usually wield lightsabers?
There has to be something to that blade other than looking unique...

The only weapon the Countess possessed which would likely have any effect against this probable Sith Sword was her datadagger. She would have to use a good strategy for this one.
Nef looked through her now measly seed supply.
Yeah, she'd need to restock soon.
One caught her eye, it was an interesting one.
This should do the trick
Commandeering the kitchen of the McYoda's for a brief moment, Nefertari soon had a solution of Bundar Root. The blade of her dagger was coated with it as well.

Nef began to sneak after this mysterious Sith Lord.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Location: A4
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Objective: Kill and or Seduce Grandmaster

Kiran only moved closer.

If the lightsaber was any sort of worry for him Alric didn't show it, instead he moved closer, his steps carrying him towards the Jedi Master. The trigger of his pistol was pulled twice more, though he was hyperaware of the fact that the woman could easily deflect the shots back towards him. The plasma wouldn't get through his armor, but it would hurt like hell.

“Trial?” Kiran asked simply as he pulled the trigger a third time, now only two meters away from the Jedi Master, his grip loosened and he readied himself to jump at her. “For what crime exactly?”

Jedi were hard to fight. Generally it was a good idea to stay away from them, use a sniper rifle or a slugthrower. Lightsabers weren't exactly easy weapons to get around, and if one got around them you had to deal with the force and all sorts of other nasty things. Kiran had never actually fought a Jedi, though plenty of Sith.

He assumed they all died the same.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

Location: C6 -> B6
Objective: Continue Evac
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Hylocereus"], [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Laura Na'Varro"], [member="Kaili Talith"], [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"]

Elation faded as Mara began to move, booking it toward the spaceport. Her instincts had served her pretty well so far, navigationally speaking, and those instincts strongly suggested she get to the ship as fast as possible. Back there she could hear Kaili saying something to the rest; she couldn't catch words, but the tone held fear. Scaring off Ayra had been one thing. Surviving the genuine article would be something else entirely. Don't be a hero played through her mind in the voices of her father, her mother, her Masters. You're just a kid. She'd heard once that Ashin Varanin had faced a similar choice at a similar age. Varanin had chosen to evacuate and leave the fighting to the adults and the senior students, and had regretted it hard enough to make some much poorer choices in later life.

And there was the risk that she might run too fast. She'd been raised to instinctive navigation by the best in the business; she could outstrip the other Padawans, maybe get to the Taliths' mother -- and where was she? -- but any serious Force-user could catch up with raw speed, and then where would she be? Out ahead, alone, probably dead.

She tried to slow down...and couldn't do it. Couldn't make herself stop running, let alone turn back to confront whatever it was. Aela and Hylo were back there, and those two ranked as the strongest of the Pack. That Jedi Knight had been nearby, too -- the rearguard should be handled. Should be.

Screw this place and screw the Republic. I just wanted my burgers.

 

[Hylocereus]

Location: D6 - McYoda's
Objective:
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Laura Na'Varro"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Kira Talith"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Enemies:[member="Cameron Centurion"]

Hylo just wanted a meat patty. That didn’t seem like too much to ask for. And for awhile after the little skirmish he’d been happy, the smoke and alien pheromones addling his thought process. Still his wits weren’t so addled as to not run with the rest of the group. As he ran down the corridor he stayed close to Mara. She seemed to know what was going on and where she was going. And why not? Hylo knew she had that astronavigation thing. Besides she was really pretty… like prettier than… no that was pheromones talking. Okay so maybe they weren’t out of his system. Or they were? Did he think Mara was pretty? He’d kissed her, but then again that was just a hello kiss.

The lad didn’t have time to ponder as he looked to his right and saw Laura running along with them. You know he never noticed how pretty Laura was before… yeah it was pheromones. He took a deep breath and jumped over the register and ran for the exit where the rest had gone. He felt a dark ominous presence behind him. He didn’t look back to do so would be otiose to his present predicament, needless to say he had to keep going, he had to get away, if he didn’t his mother would kill him.

No, that was no way to think, no way at all. He had to protect the others, it was his job now. That is what… well no neither his mother or sister would do that but he had twenty one other siblings, surely one of them would have protected a group of younglings. He took a deep breath and reached into his pocket grabbing a new seed. Yes, it was a special seed…

In mid stride he stopped ducking to the ground and slamming his hand with the seed into the ground. Keep running guys, he signalled to the group telepathically, I’ll be with you momentarily.

With his diminished force powers he willed the tree to grow. A mighty brylark with limbs strong as metal grew shooting away from the mouth of the the corridor. Each branch tip sharpened by growth to a deadly point. He couldn’t get too big a tree but did manage to send out barbed branches two and a meters long in a pattern to block the hallway all leaving only a small hole for the rest of the children to fit through.

Once done he huffed and puffed a few times trying to catch his breath. The Brylark tree might be resistant to lightsaber blades and blasters but he doubted he bought the group much time with his little maneuver because resistant didn’t mean immune.

 

[Micah Talith]

NPC PC Allies -- Jedi Master Kira Talith nee Liadain
Location: B6/C6
Objective: Catch a [member="Mara"] D’Lessio Merrill - get the kids!

A swirl of a cloak, the sudden rush of the Force, and then two hands would reach out to catch one little half Zeltron girl running for her life.

“Mara!” Kira would call out, her wide blue eyes searching the girl’s face. Her body language was screaming at the Lorrdian. She was breathing hard, her body thrumming with a cocktail of emotions.

“Where are the others!”

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Location: D6 -- McYoda’s door and holding up the rear.
Objective: Holding up the defense at the back of the line.
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Mara"] D’Lessio Merrill [member="Maleah Talith"] [member="Hylocereus"] @Laura Na’Varro [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"] -- dat jungle gym

They were the last two that remained.

“AELA!” Micah would yell out at his elder sister through the wreck that was McYoda’s. It was in that instant that he would hear the tell tale snap-hiss of yet another blade.

He didn’t think. He simply acted. Both eyes would flare with the light of twin suns as his emotions took hold, a stubbornly fierce protective instinct lashing through him. Telekinesis was a power he had taken to much like his father and continuously would train in. Like a whirlwind, a rush of telekinetic force went rushing out from the twin. He put every bit of strength into it, reaching out to grab Aela’s body and bring her over to him.

“GO!”

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: D6 - McYoda's
Objective: Lead the Pack!...Hopefully!
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Maleah Talith"] [member="Kira Talith"] (NPC'd PC) [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Hylocereus"] [member="Laura Na'Varro"]
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"]

She felt herself wrenched off her feat, her eyes locking onto Cameron as she flew towards Micah.

There was no control, no subtle lithe grace, it was like falling from a large rock with a blindfold. Aela flailed and screamed, her arms lashing out and trying to grasp at something. She felt her hands scrapping against broken bits of wood and concrete, blood opening up from the wounds as she tumbled to Micah's feet, falling almost face first onto the ground.

Aela came crashing to the ground with a loud “Oof!”

Her body lay immobilized on the ground for a few seconds, the little girl letting out an involuntary groan as she gripped her lightsaber. She rolled over onto her rear, looking back to where she had been standing then up at Micah.

She noted that her back was still on the table. Statuette and all. Panic rose in her chest, and then she heard the thrumming of a lightsaber. Aela's bright orange eyes shifted slightly, looking towards the form that had appeared within the McYoda's. Her face lit up in surprise. “Uncle?”

For a moment she looked confused, but then she noted the battle raging on behind Cameron. Panic rose in her again and She pulled on Micah's sleeve, pushing him down and through the small gap that Helo had left in the tree, following after him only seconds later.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: D6 > C6
Objective: Deforesting...
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Maleah Talith"] [member="Kira Talith"] (NPC'd PC) [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Hylocereus"] [member="Laura Na'Varro"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"]

As Cameron drew closer to two of the eldest Talith offspring, his silver-green gaze focused intently upon their own abnormal irises. For a moment, he'd contemplated slowing to a halt, adopting a less aggressive posture. However, he knew they would, ultimately, learn nothing if he melted at the mere mention of the word 'Uncle'.

The series of events that happened next, however, served to simultaneously pique the Sith Lord's interest as well as invoke his ire. Micah and Aela had always been quite resourceful in the modicum of training sessions they'd had in years past. While he didn't exactly think them ready to be thrust upon the war between the Republic and One Sith, he could accept that this situation would no doubt happen again in the not-too-distant future.

Before any more thoughts of pride could be had over having any element of involvement in their training, some kid decided to erect a massive, barbed tree directly in the path of...everyone. Leaving a child-sized hole near the base of the structure was equally as ridiculous because it only ensured part of the structure was much weaker than the rest. On top of all of that, the Sith Lord was all too aware of someone attempting to sneak up behind him.

In his youth, he probably would have stopped and made a big visual show of his disappointment as he attempted to destroy the entire tree with brute force. However, he'd not been so tactically...deficient in quite some time. Quickly analyzing the reality of the threats he faced balanced with the objective he had, Cameron collapsed down sequentially to his buttocks until he was sliding across the ground on his back...no doubt ripping up his cloak. Placing his weapon on his chest to free up his right hand, Cameron erected both in front of him and began pulling in the energy of the dark side. The action manifested visually in energy that erected between his palms before expanding outward greatly.

Releasing the large ball of Kinetite just above the opening left in the tree by Ferngully, the weakest point, the Sith Lord didn't bother to admire his handiwork. Re-grasping the hilt of his weapon with his right hand, he raised his hand ever so slightly to erect a protective barrier of energy around him to keep tree-shrapnel from impaling his body as he passed through the hasty block.

Alright. So maybe he was still a little flashy.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: B2
Objective: Enjoy the Ride
Allies: [member="Kaia Vullen"] | [member="Tacitanya"] | [member="Catherine Soja"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"]

As Ravenna warily approached the strange woman clad in Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, something smashed into his mind; feelings which he knew all too well, but never to this extent. It was as if a thousand spiders had started to pile up and attack his very essence. The mental images began to seep through his mind to his past life, before he had formally joined the Jedi Order. He remembered wading into the dark and dank swamps of Troann III, trudging through the murk that went up to his knees, feeling creatures gliding past his ankles, occasionally coiling around an ankle. Even his old master, as storied and experienced as he was, had trembled during that trek. He could remember that very moment when it had struck him, when he saw its bead-like eyes peer up at him through those clouded waters.

His pulse began to quicken as his body's sympathetic nervous system warped into overdrive. His skin began to pale and sweat began to gush out of his pores to suffuse his clothing. It seemed that his heart briefly skipped a beat, but still his eyes bore down on that hideous creature covered in chitin. The one that had nearly amputated his leg, if it had not been for the quick reaction of his old master. I can't go through that again...he's not here to save me this time...is this...is this the end? Irrational fear gripped at him, even as the jedi mantra "Emotion yet Peace" reverberated throughout the chambers of his mind. I have to stop it...I must kill it before it kills me...But suddenly the creature below him seemed to disappear before appearing again.

But this time it was worse; it appeared to be crawling all over on the delicate frame of a young woman that Travot guessed was just entering adulthood. His stomach contorted itself and rumbled as he eyed its chitinous appendages dangling so close to her face. He winced. I can't let it do anything to her...I must protect her. But already, it seemed as if a pair of its legs were about to pry open her mouth and eat her from the inside out. He had to act now. Had to. Travot opened his mouth, suddenly aware of how dry it had become. But still his voice persisted.

"Stay still, I'll get it off you," said Travot, "I won't let it take you too. Stay calm, young one..."

With that, the large man brought his saber down hard in a diagonal slash, still flowing in the defensive arc of a Soresu practioner, aimed squarely at bisecting the hideous Vonduun Skerr Kyrric that Darth Nephthys wore.

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: E1
Objective: Hell party
Allies: [member="Shuduc Macar"]
Enemies: [member="Svarin Noimare"]
Directly Engaging with: [member="Des Kovak"]

[member="Vrag"] sounded like she didn't want to play, which meant that Sage would only continue to annoy her during the battle. He was about to answer the Firrerreo in his best alluring growl, when the Padawan came charging towards him.

Now that was more like it. As the Jedi became enraged by the death of more innocents, he dove into his attacks on Sage with a new-found vigor. Like a whirlwind, the boy swung his lightsaber at Sage again and again. Pity he was so very sloppy. Sage could have felled him with a few short, sharp strikes of his chosen form of Ataru, but he was having too much fun mind-fracking his prey. In the meantime, Sage acrobatically parried the blows, twisting and turning his whole body as he danced forward to meet every strike.

The Sith Knight wasn't entirely unaware of the newcomers. He assumed that the other two warriors would likely go against each other, but he kept them in his peripheral vision just in case. Meanwhile, Des continued to attack him relentlessly, white blade clashing with red amid a spray of sparks. Sage's protective tentacles attempted to wrap themselves around the Padawan's lightsaber hand, aiming to crush it and force the pommel from his grip.

"You're starting to feel like a gnat that I just can't swat," Sage snarled. Then, the Sith illusionist whispered a few words, his tongue quietly clicking out an ancient invocation. Potent Sith magic began to thicken the air. Appearing only to Des, and standing right behind Sage, was the figure of [member="Cylus Jest"], a former tormentor of the Padawan. According to the information that Sage gleaned from Des' mind, the boy had many sleepless nights thanks to Mr. Jest, and there was barely any doubt that the vision would cause sheer terror in the Padawan. If he chose to believe it, of course. If not, it would dissipate, almost like a dream upon waking.

 

[Athena Heron]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: F7[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Spread some nightmares[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Reverance"] ([member="Darth Parash"])[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Dair Cotarin"] ([member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kian Karr"]) [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Charcoal orbs narrowed in contrast to the upward curves of her lips at Dair. Her own name whispered directly into the edges of his mind. Athena Heron.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"You assume I want to be safe."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]With an invisible thrust, she sent a mental attack toward his mind, specifically, his vision receptors. If successful, it would be as if the lights went out in the room and he would be plunged into darkness as her thumb hit the switch to turn on the bubbling crimson blade of her lightsaber. She lunged forward with a two-handed grip and jabbed the lightsaber point toward his hand around the hilt of his blade.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]It was a shallow jab with about 30% power in anticipation of a follow-up strike.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Athena planned to test the waters, feel out her opponent, and hopefully find some weak points in his chiseled demeanor. She had speed on her side but he had the upper hand in body mass. [/SIZE]

 

[H3xle]

Location: F7

Objective: Hold the line
Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Tobias Wraith"], [member="kian karr"], @Jedi/Republic
Enemies: @OneSith, [member="Reverance"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Athena Heron"]
Theme:

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWxBrI0g1kE​

Her own name whispered directly into the edges of his mind. Athena Heron.

'No...' Dair thought as he felt her name slip into his mind. He knew he had been lulled, what remained to be seen was if he could snap his defenses up fast enough. Master [member="corvus raaf"] had told him that he was good mentally, but he hadn't practiced more than a couple times after she had given him the initial training. He remembered from that training that when he had constructed solid defenses, Corvus had been able to assault them directly. When he had constructed the fog field she had been impressed. Since the beginning of the battle, Dair had been keeping up an icy snow field to cause confusion.

"You assume I want to be safe." With an invisible thrust, she sent a mental attack toward his mind, specifically, his vision receptors. If successful, it would be as if the lights went out in the room and he would be plunged into darkness as her thumb hit the switch to turn on the bubbling crimson blade of her lightsaber. She lunged forward with a two-handed grip and jabbed the lightsaber point toward his hand around the hilt of his blade. It was a shallow jab with about 30% power in anticipation of a follow-up strike. Athena planned to test the waters, feel out her opponent, and hopefully find some weak points in his chiseled demeanor. She had speed on her side but he had the upper hand in body mass.

Her mental assault happened at the same time that Dair increased the snow and added some fog to his mental battleground, going with confusion over solid defense. He definitely blunted the assault, but without a solid defense up some of it got through. Dair's eyes dimmed slightly. He saw a world of shadows and light with little color involved. Instantly, Dair mentally brought his empathic sense to bear, focusing it to a ring around him with concentration. He saw the shadow of Athena begin to lunge towards him. The light cast by the lightsaber in her hands illuminated her hands, face and shoulders for him, but everything else was deeper shadow.

Against a practitioner of a more defensively oriented form, the probing strike would have been met with a parry and then a strike. Had Athena not made a mental assault against Dair, his chivalric sense may have kept him holding back from utilizing his full combat skill. If Dair had view of Athena's feet he might have made a different move to take them out from beneath her and possibly take her prisoner to show her the error of her ways. If Dair hadn't tuned so fully into his empathic sense and felt how far gone down the path of the dark side...there are many if's that could have changed what Dair responded with.

However, Dair was an aggressive fighter who had evidence from several forums of the unrepentant evil of the woman facing him, and he had a near perfectly framed view of where her lightsaber was due to the shadowing of his vision.

Dair stepped forward, towards the strike coming, his force infused limbs twisting his hips a fraction of a heartbeat faster than someone would assume such a big man could move. Dair brought his lightsaber down, pointed back along a similar path to the one hers came in on, his blade canted over hers to physically deflect the blade further away from his body while placing the point of his saber on line with the center of Athena's chest. Unless she twisted away from it, Dair's lightsaber would pierce her breast.

Location: F7
Forces: 73 Republic Marines, 4 EMBU Droids, 4 YVH-2 Droids (-13 Marines, -3 EMBU Droids, -3 YVH-2 Droids)
Opponent: One Sith

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: F7
OBJECTIVE: Break the line.
ALLIES: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Athena Heron"] | [member="Darth Parash"]
ENEMIES: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Dair Cotarin"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A67GQgoiinM​

Had she been listening she might have liked the thoughts in the red-haired Jedi’s head. Her existence was defined by consumption, dissembling that which made others to assimilate it within herself – she was the embodiment of the cosmic giants she so admired, a gravity well that devoured everything around her without remorse or regret. Those too weak to fight off her draw deserved to be her fuel, floating in stasis in the dark forever and ever and EVER and ever until one day they POPPED out of existence when they’d served their purpose.

When the tar of their blood dried on her, she would peel it off with her skin and start anew.
Another day, another devouring.

The Jedi’s acrobatics were nothing less than impressive, even she would admit that. It was to her advantage to keep space between herself and the Ataru master and she thought about lifting a crate of the dozens of droid parts and poking holes in him with telekinetically thrown projectiles. However at the same time a telekinetic return tugged at her legs, immediately off-putting her balance enough to force her to lean forward at the exact moment Korr soared overhead. White-hot agony tore diagonally across her back as the very end of his lightsaber tore through the thin fabric of her bodysuit, through scar tissue from another battle with a Jedi and towards her spine. Only quick thinking averted that crisis, dropping and rolling to immediately lift to her feet facing the now grounded Jedi Master, Reverance and the Kel Dor directly behind her. Blood already soaked her back, running down through the inside of her bodysuit and clinging to her skin.

To the Jedi Master across from her it might appear as if her features distorted for just a moment, a momentary lapse to the demonic, skin slipping like a drug trip, a sharpening of the cheekbones as she flexed her power, compressing it in one of the most powerful expressions of magic she was capable of. Her influence swirled around his mind, looking for weak spots - quiet, as was her way, a spider's crawl along the cracks in his brain. And then she would burrow, attempting to open holes with sharp, needle-like probing, asserting control with whatever she could gather from him. Even if she couldn't take the reins completely she might disorient him enough to make him prey, or give him pain that would last the rest of the engagement or longer. Turn your lightsaber on yourself. It will be easier than what she wlll do to you. Turn your lightsaber on yourself. She'll give you to the Vong again. Turn your lightsaber on yourself.

If you think they hurt you before, you cannot imagine the agony they'd show you now.​

 

[Reverance]

Location: F7
Objective: Break something
Allies: [member="Athen"] Heron | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Parash"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Dair Cotarin"] | Jacen Voidstalker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKxDzyHPo0o​

The Kel Dor and his counter of the initial attack was nothing short of a testament to his form. There could not be a better tactic against an armored foe than Form V and had Gabriel himself not been proficient in the form, he might have mistaken it for Form III. In it's simplicity, it shaved clean things unnecessary to get down to the bare bones. But in the heat of this battle, distractions would be a boon against the man that fought with the emergence of two minds and an arm that wanted nothing more than to rip the flesh from the Kel Dor. Nevertheless, Gabriel's foot work would mimic that of his direct opponent, focused on him and ever mindful of the world around him.

As Kian moved to the left, Gabriel would turn to his right and half step in the same direction, his right wrist rotating downward, clockwise to his opponent, as the polyp depressed to extinguish the blade. Otherwise, the chom-huun would have caught against Kians saber. As the attack came forward, he ignited the organic beam, now angled towards the floor and withdrawn closer to his body. Effectively a punch, he would attempt to knock the counterattack and parry to his own left, and his opponents right. The beams edge grazed across the ribs of his vonduun, the monster squealing for just the briefest moment, as Gabriel would attempt to claim advantage for the momentary distraction in attention, a telekinetic attack focused on presumably Matsu. Using the bounce and recoil from the deflection, his arm would rotate around, completing a nearly a full 360 circle from his own left to right, coming down towards the left shoulder of the Form V Master, the Kel Dor gaining renown. An observer may notice the technique for what it was: a functional makashi riposte with a hint of personal flair.

Feeling the impulse and fluctuation of power, the momentary glitch of pain coursing through his partner, he allowed the turn and attack to serve a secondary purpose. As the orange chom-huun came crashing towards Kian, his left hand used the aid of the force to withdraw the secondary lightsaber from his hip telekinetically. A shotgun reflex, he tossed it from his side and back, tumbling over the shoulder of Matsu, as it ignited and aimed to cut deep into the once jumping Ataru Master, he might now be distracted by the surge of Matsu's force reservoir. Gabriel wouldn't remain long in this position, ever cognizant that such an act would splay him. Thankfully, he didn't need to see the Master to know where he was, the rampant use of the force a glowing beacon in the hall filled with droids and darkside users. The glowing specter of his visage would remain fixed on the Kel Dor before him, his left arm would retract to his side once more, a practiced and almost cemented position.

NPC:
Location: F7 - F8 corridor
Forces: 270 Vong, working on the resistance in the corridor.
Objective: They would work to focus the forces against them, distracting away from the nearly imperceptible intent of the stormtroopers, now traveling towards E7 under the command of [member="Darth Parash"]

 

[Laura Na'Varro]

Location: C6
Objective: No one left behind!
Allies: [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Hylocereus"] [member="Maleah Talith"] [member="Kira Talith"] (NPC'd PC)
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"]

Laura ran like she never had in her life. To say she was completely fearless would be ... inaccurate. That wasn't the case. The presence she felt looming behind them terrified her, and the thoughts in her mind turned to caution. Turned to being the first back on the ship. Turned to being the first protected by Mother Talith's Force mastery. But something else played on her mind. If she was ever caught by a Sith Lord, wouldn't she want her friends to come back for her? Wouldn't she want to be saved? A wave of guilt flushed down her body, coupled with a chill of the spine. She could run ... but could she live with herself if someone didn't make it back? And what if she was the last one that did?

She stopped.

She turned around.

She went back.

Tears streamed down her face as she ran, lightsaber still ignited, heading down the tunnel towards Aela and Micah. For the first time in a long time, the young girl felt cold fear. It was at this time that she knew that she was about to die.