Invasion Bark at the Moon (OS Invasion of Telti)

[Elijah Black]

Location: E1
Objective: Mount a heroic rescue of the totally not screwed Padawans in E1
Allies: [member=Des Kovak], [member=Svarin Noimare]
Enemies: [member=Sage Bane], [member=Cylus Jest], [member=Shuduc Macar]
Primarily engaging with: [member=Sage Bane]

[SIZE=11pt]The Sith Knight somersaulted backwards, out of her reach. Not good. The Sith Knight quickly lunged forward. Definitely not good. And he was fast too. Sage forced Zylah on the defence. She hated being on the defence. Normally, her argument was that she didn't have patience for it, but too much was going on too fast for her to not feel entertained. The Arkanian was not a particular fan of being split open, and as such her green lightsaber was brought down to block his. The fact that it barely had gotten there in time frightened her. However, fear would serve no purpose if she wished to come out of this alive, so she made an effort to clear her mind of unnecessary distractions. She remembered what Corvus had told her; [/SIZE]Trust in the Force. It will never let you down[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The situation was dire, and growing increasingly bad for the young Padawan. His arm... It wasn't an arm, in its place instead there were monsters. She had not expected this, the sudden rush of battle and the revelation of a weapon previously unknown to her had caught her off guard. As the amphistaves sought to wrap around her, she realized something would have to be done. Seeing no other way out of this, her immediate reaction was to evade similarly as she had done before, in a friendly spar against another Padawan. It had worked then. But this... This was different.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She bent her legs slightly, then kicked off, leaping up into the air. Her lightsaber flowed up ahead of her, slashing at the head of the snake-like being that attempted to coil itself around her neck. Her goal was to decapitate it, but simply knocking it clear of her path would suffice. Zylah would perform a flip over Sage. She had great flexibility and leaping power, though the jump was aided with the Force as well. After the initial strike against one of the amphistaves, she'd follow up mid-air with a second strike against Sage's head. Ultimately, the leap would have Zylah land behind Sage, blade up in a standard vertical guard. He wasn't the only Ataru practitioner. Sadly for her, he was the most experienced one. If Sage was slow to turn, or didn't counter with a move of his own, Zylah would push the attack, stepping in with one of the standard Ataru attack sequences she had practiced, high strikes aimed at his upper body, arms and shoulders. She'd have to be extra cautious due to his strange arm. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]This was Zylah's first encounter with a Sith. He was... more handsome than she had expected. She was almost surprised to see that his nose was still attached, and his face was not a crater of decay and wrinkles. Though his appearance may not have been ugly, his presence in the Force certainly was. There was no doubt at all that this man posed a threat to the Republic, to the Jedi. He needed to be challenged. Her only regret was that she was doing so alone.[/SIZE]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: C2
Objective: Capture C2
Allies: [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Vrag"]
Enemies nearby: [member="Varus Shatterstar"]
Directly engaging: [member="Varus Shatterstar"]'s NPCs

At the sounds of heavy explosions in the confined space, Tmoxin and her second Lieutenant were crouched in the back line, holding their ears. When the thundering noises halted, she said, "Lieutenant, tell the shock troopers not to waste too many more missiles. The Republic soldiers are dug in deep here and we're only going to waste them on snipers we can't see."

"Yes, Commander," he said and he rapidly slipped through the lines to give the order.

Before he could do so the shock troopers shot one more volley of missiles at the overwhelmed Republic soldiers. She grit her teeth, knowing her orders hadn't been given out yet.

The Lieutenant came back and said in a worried voice: "We've lost a 1/3 of the shock troopers to snipers, Commanders."

"Pull them all back now and order the rest of the troops to advance! And focus on those snipers!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Another wave of Tmoxin's Monarchs and Royal Guards rushed forward, guns blazing. The Royal Guards, trained in Echani and to fight to the death, would spare none of their adversaries with their vibrosword attacks. They would either land a blow with the sword or die - there was no in between. Aided by the blaster bolts of the Blood Monarchs, they stormed into the Republic soldier front lines, their red armor swirling around them, joined only by the blood which they sought to let.

Location: C2
Forces: NPCs: 54 Blood Monarchs, 216 Royal Guards
Opponents: Varus Shatterstar

 

[Vrag]

Location: C2àB1 [via C1]​

Objective: Cross glowsticks with someone, dammit
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"]
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NPC
Location: Group 1 [E4àC2] | Group 2 [E4àF7]
Forces: 280 Yuuzhan Vong of Legion Yun'Do | 20 with Vrag
Group 1: 130 heading to C2
Group 2: 130 heading to F7
Enemies: The Republic​

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Spoiler: Movements

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgOn9VP9Gtk​

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When the seemingly all-Vong complement finally made it out of the corridor and into C2, the view that awaited them was a truly spectacular one, and not necessarily in a good way. A mess of Sith troops facing off with Republicans, and judging by the amount of missiles breezing through the air and into the enemy lines, the opposition was clearly getting decimated. Not many things can resist the destructive power of an anti-armor missile launcher, and your standard, flesh-and-bone Republic soldier most certainly didn't fall into that category.

The sharp lines of her face stretched into a cruel smile as she made her way through the allied ranks, no small amount of pride swelling in her chest at the superior discipline and organization of the Sith. It was, ultimately, what always drove their foes into the ground, what made them tremble in fear whenever their forces came knocking. Rows of deadly teeth glinted in the eerie orange light of her skull as Vrag pushed forward, surrounded by the warriors of Legion Yun'Do.

Oh, this was going to be fun; and in spite of all the crossfire, slugs, bolts, and missiles... the situation was about to get worse.

The Hand of the Dark Lord glanced across the battlefield, her eyes seeking the glow of an enemy lightsaber, and finding none. How curious. She cocked her head to the side, watching with skeptical eyes as the defenders kept retreating, disappearing through the blast doors leading to B2 just before they sealed behind them. Hrm.

"Dear," she spoke into her oggzil, contacting none other than [member="Darth Carach"], who was fighting in that very quadrant. "Anything I should watch out from your square?" Oddly professional, perhaps, but she was all Hand and little Vrag at that moment, and the Voice was sure to understand. This wasn't their first rodeo, after all, and most certainly not the last.

With the reports flowing in from all sides, the firrerreo decided her Vong would be of better use elsewhere, and ordered the forces to split further. Half of them would rejoin her in the vicinity of C2 — or wherever else she happened to move in the meantime — while the rest would continue on to bolster the Sith forces at the F7 mess. Coming in from behind, the warriors of Yun'Yuuzhan would sure make for one nasty surprise; doubly so because they couldn't be expected by those reliant on the Force. How… unfortunate.

With that bump in the road done away with, the woman could focus on more pressing matters once more. She afforded one last glance to the charred battlefield before moving on again, disappearing into the corridor to the left in an effort to pursue the fleeing enemy.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

NPC POST ~ Stay Calm​

Objective: Provide intel -- Be Vrag’s Eye.
Allies: [member="Vrag"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]
NPC: 300 Royal Guards

Darth Carach was a busy man most times of the day, but today was a special day, because today was the day that he was fighting some little dwarfs in an attempt to take Telti from a corrupted and rotten corpse.

Which was not to say that he didn’t have time for one of his favorite Sith in the nation, which was none other than the gracious- well, you know how it goes. Quietly he listened to her request while wondering and pondering if whatever he had done a few moments ago would have any effect on his opponents.

“Let me patch you through to my feed, darling.” the Sith Lord replied through the same communication efforts.

She would hear chatter, before it refocused into useful information.

“Lieutenant, the Republic Forces are moving from sector C2 towards sector B1. B2 is currently being vented from the inside, bulk doors are shut and we are surrounding the sector.”

“Clarify.” the Lieutenant was currently in a firefight of his own, it was difficult to process a number of stimula at the same time.

“Lieutenant, enemy forces. Retreating from C2, moving towards the South Gate of B2. Apparent goal, move through B2 towards B1, target would be the West Gate.”

“Affirmative.”

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: F7
Objective: Clipping wings
Enemies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] @Reverance [member="Tanek Santii"]
Allies: [member="Dair Cotarin"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kian Karr"]

Jacen’s sight began to return. First the infuriating, opaque mist at the centre of his vision started to shimmer. Then the veil began to lift, starting in the centre. Still, his vision was far from his only sense. A naturally cautious fighter, he preferred to keep his balance tight and look for opportunities to counter attack. He’d kept his sense of orientation and carried on using the Force to sense the world around him. His telekinetic grip gave him solid awareness of where the Sith was moving her feet.

Their avian enemy used a sudden burst of speed to meet Dair’s saber and raise it wide of the mark, a tough move for a one-handed saber user. A nauseous feeling bubbled up from his gut, even before he could clearly sense the ripple in the Force.

Deflecting blaster bolts whilst blind was bread and butter for any Padawan. His own saber unencumbered he brought it across his body. Moving from his right to his left, he kept a two handed grip on the hilt. The tip came up as the blade swept across his body, scattering the stun blast in a crackle of ionic energy. It was a close thing, and likely Dair would have a harder time, but without his sight for a time he was more in tune with the Force than ever.

With some vision, he was able to discern minor details more clearly. Dair has struck from low to high, and the Sith had pushed his blade wide and high with one arm. Her other hand held the stun blaster, but the right side of her body was exposed.

He allowed his motion to continue, bringing the hilt of his saber up in line with his left shoulder, golden blade pointing to the sky. He adjusted his footing a small amount, transferring his centre of mass to the left and the sith’s back. Then he did two things simultaneously.

The telekinetic grip around the sith’s left ankle, the one opposite Jacen, was increased. Not only did he pull down, he actively yanked it towards him. Then his golden blade came around. A strong two-handed swing, as he transferred as weight back from his left to his right to increase the force of the swing. His target was the small of the slender creature’s back, looking to put the blade between any armour plates. The blow had power behind it, and also his weight, which was significant compared to the Avian. Physics could be bent by the Force, but never denied.

Even if she managed to use her speed to twist about, despite his telekinetic grip, her balance would be utterly compromised. With his pull on her far ankle towards him, and the formidable swing in the opposite direction for her back, he was hoping to topple the Sith, if not eviscerate her. At the very least, if she blocked and merely stumbled back towards Dair, the other Padawan would be able to finish this.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Objective:
1. Got smacked and unbalanced 1 meter back.
2. Force push to unbalance Travot with left hand.
3. Force lightning right at his chest with the right hand to stun, fry, and overload hism and his rebreather as well
Location: B2
Allies: Tmoxin Temi ; [member="Darth Carach"] ; [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Enemies: [member="Tacitanya"] ; [member="Kaia Vullen"]; [member="Travot Ravenna"] ; [member="Catherine Soja"]


The kick to the shin would connect, knocking the tiny Darth back and unbalancing her, but not sliding her between Travot and Carach. She would instead go sliding back. They would part ways, getting about a meter of distance in between them. A silence grunt came from her lips, the hydrastaff heads hissing from along her shoulder. A twist of her wrist would rotate the blade, and the Sith Master sent out a powerful telekinetic Force push first to unbalance the man and his saber, and then her following organic hand came up next.

Arcs of lighting would then blast out straight at the padawan's chest, blasting him with powerful cerulean charges of energy. The ozone would crackle, and in that would be the massive electronic charges set tohopefully fry and cripple the padawan momentarily, even short out his rebreather from the overload of electricity.

 

[Khallesh]

Location: C4 Heading for E5
Allies: [member="Vrag"]
Enemies:

Force:
Heavy Infantry (x4 modifier):
Vagh Rodiek 10
Regular Infantry:
Warriors x30
Chazrach x50
Meat Shield:
Thralls x80 (many still wearing republic armour)

Khallesh shrieked some choice words down after the Jedi Master. Any warrior would have raised their chin and gladly accepted their fate, after all she had fought well. Khallesh simply could not fathom these creatures.

It was an awkward climb back to her forces, but she made it quickly. There was no time to lose when more worthy foes waited for her.

She immediately ordered her forces south onto D4

 

[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"]

Vision clearing, Dair saw as he was executing his attack that his avian foe was pulling a pistol on him. She then single handedly fended off his attack despite the vast disparity in their sizes. Dair knew that such use of the force, following the pair of mental attacks she had thrown at him, the force push and likely use of the force to up her speed, she had to be tiring. She couldn't have been any older than he, and such use would have tired him out.

Such thoughts were pushed aside as she brought the gun to bear on him. He deactivated his lightsaber, hoping that the sudden lack of resistance would help put her off balance. He then started to leap backwards, hoping to get enough space to reactivate his lightsaber and intercept the blaster bolt or whatever hellish thing that pistol would spit at him. He didn't make it quite far enough. He had begun to execute a force assisted flip backwards when the stun bolt hit the sole of his right boot. Instantly the bottom portion of his right leg, up to his knee, went numb beyond numb. A complete lack of sensation momentarily panicked him that he had lost the lower part of his leg. When he rolled to the ground, his right foot kicking him in the backside reassured him of its presence. Sprawled on the ground, his lightsaber in his left hand deactivated for the moment, he brought himself up on his left elbow. He sensed Jacen's attack and knew that he had to aid somehow and take out the avian before any reinforcements showed up. He thrust out his right hand, coiling energy into the palm of his hand and released in a force push aimed at her midsection. His aim was to help push her over Jacen's telekinetic pull, slamming her to the ground if everything went perfectly.

He then pulled himself up onto his right knee, stabilising with his left foot on the ground in a modified lunge position. He ignited Winter and held it in a defensive posture. Without mobility, he was going to have to tank up and go on the defensive until his leg got feeling back.
Location: F7
Forces: 67 Republic Marines, 4 EMBU Droids, 4 YVH-2 Droids (-19 Marines, -3 EMBU Droids, -3 YVH-2 Droids)
Opponent: One Sith

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: B2
Objective: Staying alive
Allies: [member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Tacitanya"] | [member="Kaia Vullen"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]

Dazed and confused, Travot staggered backward under the Sith Lord's assault. But he did not fight it, but instead used it to provide momentum to his retreat. Instinctively, he reactivated his lightsaber; the blue blade sprang to life as he pulled it to his centerline guard, but he was a touch too late. Tendrils of blue lightning lashed out at the big man, one of which slid past his blade and went straight to the man's metallic rebreather. Shocks of electricity glided through it and all along his lower jaw line. He felt a brief but intense searing pain radiate between the twin protusions of the rebreather, before the electricity diffused itself throughout the rest of the body and to the ground below. Thankfully for Travot, the A99 was a purely mechanical device that had no electronics to fry, not that it's nature stopped [member=Darth Carach"]'s attack that twisted one of the protrusion's to an odd angle that dug uncomfortably into his left cheek. Ravenna winced as he concentrated on moving his lightsaber's blade to absorb and deflect the last vestiges of [member="Darth Nephthys"]'s lightning.

He continued to backpedal, rapidly opening up the distance between him and [member="Darth Nephthys"]. He shifted his dominant right leg behind his left foot, which remained pointed at the Sith lady, forming a solid "T" stance that would make him resistant to getting knocked down either forwards or backwards. He brought his blade to his waist level and oriented so that it was parallel to floor and pointed directly at the Sith lady. If the distance between them suddenly changed, it would be in a prime position to either thrust at the woman or to flick it up or down to intercept an attack. The fingers of his left hand began to flex towards the two Sith Lords, pelting random objects in his sight at them, from tattered scraps of his cloak and clumps of packing foam to the lids of durasteel boxs and the random droid parts packed within the same box. He didn't really expect them to deal much if any damage to them, but he hoped that dealing with that barrage of objects would keep them busy enough that they wouldn't be able to launch any particularly powerful attacks against him or his fellow jedi without the fear of being clocked in the head by a protocol droid's gold-plated hand.

Summary of actions

Spoiler

-staggers backwards and retreats
-takes minor burn damage to the areas around his jawbone from the Force Lightning
-takes up a defensive Soresu-based stance
-lightly throws a flurry of random objects in an attempt to keep the Sith Lords preoccupied from attacking the jedi

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: A4
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Kiran Vess"]
Objective: OK, a cuddle, but no more…
Theme: This is life, this is death

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OU-aSylZoz0

‘Cage it up, let it free
This is you, this is me
When it ends, we begin
Say a prayer as we sin

Follow rules or rebel
Keeps secrets, live to tell
Once a false, but it’s true
Where’s the line, me and you

Make it right, can’t you see
Let's unite, victory
Make it right, instantly
Let's unite, victory

This is life, this is death
This is right, this is breath
This is true, how I feel
This is raw, this is real

Don’t take what you need
Leave me here just to bleed
I can break just like you
I can cut, I can bruise
This is raw
This is real.’

“Murder is murder even if-“ She never finished the sentence. He closed the final two metres in a heartbeat. She hadn’t seen speed that extreme since…the day the Jedi found her on some god-forsaken planet and dealt with those thugs. Speed so terrifying only a Force-sensitive would be able to see more than a blur.

If he wasn’t a Teräs Käsi practitioner, he was using something pretty close. One moment they were talking, the next he’d grabbed her bodily and pinned her arms to her side.

A simple head-butt was the logical option, but not when your opponent was wearing a helmet. So she called on the Force and entered Force Valor. Specifically it made her significantly stronger than she would usually be and she broke his grip with a show of strength way beyond what she would usually manage. Taking a step; back, she raised her hands. If he wanted to get up close and personal, she’d oblige. But for the first time she took the initiative and dropping Force Valor, relied on her steel hands training to deal with this one. And she’d start by finding out just how strong his armour actually was. The pace of her punch was even faster than the speed he’d run at her.

Her fingers were erect and straight, with the upper most knuckles curled. Her palm was flat and protruding with her thumb in alignment with the other fingers. She didn’t even step into the punch, instead shooting her arm straight out, using her triceps and biceps to jolt her arm forward at the last moment, lunging her forearm and ultimately her palm forward. It broke bones, so lets see how it fared on armour.

 

[Micah Talith]

NPC PC Allies -- Jedi Master Kira Talith nee Liadain
Allies: [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Maleah Talith"] [member="Hylocereus"] [member="Laura Na'Varro"]
Location: C6
Objective: MOMMA IS HERE!

The kids would run as fast as they can back to the ship, where the engines were running hot. With luck, Kira would get her son and daughter and be at their heels soon.

A look of determination and grit grew on her face, the petite Lorrdian Jedi dropping her bubble. That's when she felt it, the waves of darkness smothering and impeding at her mind. Needless to say, it was then that she was thankful for [member="Soliael Devin Talith"]'s gift.

Her necklace.

It had an Angraal Crystal,. and within Kira's necklace the Angraal crystal gives the same calming presence as it would normally, given that when wearing it the necklace touches her skin at all times. This part of the necklace also helps protects against mental attacks, keeping Kira calm and controlled when someone attempts to invade her mind. This effect is so strong that even Masters of mental attacks will find extreme difficulty cutting through it.

While it wouldn't help with the darkness, the fear and terror that would press in her mind would help her keep calm and focused.

"MICAH"! AELA!" she would cry out for her kids. In a blast of magenta light, the angraal crystal lightsaber she held shone in front of her.

While she would not be able to see -- she kept moving forward.

Ain't no stopping the momma train.

Location: C6 -- Hallway​

Objective: i AM NOT LEAVING WITHOUT MY SISTER!​

Allies: Aela Talith​

Enemies????: Cameron Centurion -- dat jungle gym​

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"I'm not leaving you!" He shouted, but that's when it happened.​

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Waves of Darkness.​

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Talk about utter blindness and then the demons pressing near. Fears would start to manifest in the young lad's mind; doubts and worries. Things that he had been concerned about.​

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Kai hurt. Maleah hurt. Aela ...​

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Aela... images of his sister's mangled form would bloom in his mind and he couldn't help but give a slight wince. It was a fight of reality with the methods of the Darkside of the Force pressing in his mind.​

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Why was uncle here? Was this another test? Just what was--​

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"MICAH"!​

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Micah heard his mother's voice, and in that he knew his mother was near. But where? It was completely dark. How could he even find --

The sound of his father's voice would echo in his mind.


To me the force is a pond.
Close your eyes. Calm yourself, be still.


A pond.

Look to that pond, then block all waves that are found within it.

Focus. Micah! Focus.


The tree's, the birds, the wild of Borleias, everything. A calm settle upon it, rise up over the pond and look down

His mind would struggle to get under control. Focus. He could find them. He always could.

Then look for the ripples.

His sisters. Aela. A hand went reaching out into the dark. A warm hand met flesh.

The small tiny ripples, the ones that are impossible to block out...

Twin suns went snapping wide open, a glow shinning bright ember coals.


...the ones that are simply...there.

His mother.

He found the ripple. In that instant, Micah would tug at Aela's hand to guide her by following that ripple that would lead him to his mother.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: C6
Objective: Reaffirm Hatred of Babysitting
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Nefertari Sovint"]

The grin that slowly began to slip across Cameron's features was mometarily...interrupted by one of expasperation mixed with irriation. To be sure, it was a result of the sensation emanating from behind him yet again. Clearly...the Jedi or whatever the little girl behind him was insisted on dying today.

Allowing the force push to carry him towards the wall, he used a very slight application of the same to keep him from actually impacting said object. Silver-green eyes immediately focused on Aela. "You should leave now, Aela. I will see all of you soon." He was quite certain that was all that immediately needed to be said for the current situation. As much as he wanted to give Aela and her brother and sisters the opportunity to actually put their training to the test, he couldn't very well deny the Jedi near them that which she so clearly desired.

Cameron the Philanthropist.

Slowly, the large Sith Lord turned to face Nefertari. A thin smile touched his lips as he laid eyes on the diminutive woman. For a moment, his silver-green orbs did shift to the lightsaber in her hand, but it was all the attention he gave the supposed 'dark presence'. Alchemy was an interesting concept and application. Invariably, however, it was rooted in very intense manipulations of the Sith Arts. He doubted very highly that the light-side presence before him held any real mastery over the Sith Arts. Further more, he could only assume she was not aware that the use of such made her principal weapon, the extension of herself, much less loyal to her own whims than she likely believed.

The Force was a living entity. The more destructive, dark aspects of the Force would not long maintain loyalty to those individuals it did not recognize, those that were not firmly entrenched in the currents of the dark side. Alas - theory of the Force was not a subject Cameron much enjoyed contemplating or discussing. Kids these days never learned anyways.

Reaching out with the full strength of his presence in the Force, Cameron wrapped the power of its energy around the Jedi Knight's body and collapsed in towards her core with an immediate application of strength. In little less than a second, Nefetari's body would be almost completely immobilized as the weight of the pressure began to crush her bones. Those fractured bones would then begin to protrude into her organs, causing blood and fluid to cause her entire body to go septic. Never fear...she'd die from her brain being imploded before she had to suffer the fate of drowning in her own bodily fluids.

On the flip side, she could actively attempt to resist his strength...she'd undoubtedly stay alive longer, but it'd be a little difficult to do much else with the Force simultaneously. This was why he always taught his students to follow up surprise Force attacks with a physical assault. Managing the advantage of surprise.

Also...Cameron hated quick, easy encounters (whatever that means to you readers out there...), so he released Nefetari mere moments after the attack started. Smiling broadly now, he flourished his weapon slightly. "Come then, child."

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

Location: B6
Objective: Make like a droid.
Allies: Closer members of the Brat Pack - [member="Hylocereus"], [member="Laura Na'Varro"], [member="Kaili Talith"] I think
Enemies: None

Mara stumbled past the running Jedi Master and tripped on the starship's ramp. It was, all things considered, one of the nicest ships she'd been aboard, even if it didn't have the D'Lessio's sheer nastiness. The controls were pretty intuitive too...and she was a better pilot than any other available. By a long shot.

She sealed off her mind as best she could, and she'd had some training and experience in that. Stretching out with her telempathy had taxed that side of her, and she had no desire to get seriously hit by the outermost edges of the assault that had been directed at her friends. The people she'd abandoned.

No. I ain't abandoned them unless I leave with this ship. And that ain't happening.

But what happens if I get all the kids aboard and not Master Talith?

She began making ready for takeoff as best she could. For the moment, that was all she could do.

 

[NPC Units]

Location: E5
Allies: [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ferus"]

Steve was on standby as the two masters traded blows until he was kocked over by the shockwave of Force energy the the Red one let forth. Master Sera was launched across the room while Steve just toppled backwards into a reverse somersault.

Steve popped back up and moved in to the side of the Sith and came in swinging for the knees. Not all wild and crazy , but he was moving with serious purpose. He needed to give his master a second to recover. As he swung for the knees, Steve reached out with the Force and pulled the left leg out, to try an unbalance the Sith to aid the Yellow ones attack.

Steve was no master, but he was as determined as anyone to be the best he could be. If that meant taking on a Sith Lord, then he'd do it, all for the Bananas!!..*cough cough*...The Republic!!!

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Location: C6
Objective: Show this Sith the power of the light side
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Aela Talith"],
Enemies: [member="Cameron Centurion"]
Track:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=co9oCI0zM8Y

"You should leave now, Aela. I will see all of you soon." The Sith said to the children
"Not on my watch, foul Sith. None of your filthy order shall lay hands on any young one of the Republic."

The Jedi could sense this man's doubt about Nefertari's knowledge about the alchemized crystal. Thing is, Nef knew about it from the beginning. True, she didn't have any mastery of the procees of alchemy. However, out of the Jedi, she is one of the most familiar with the dark side. This crystal was once loyal to its creator, Miyuki, Nefertari's sister. It was just as loyal to the Jedi as to the Sith who had created it.

OUCH! She thought as his dark presence closed in around her in an attempt to crush her.
Nef outright resisted the pressure of the dark side, absorbing some of the energy. It wasn't the worst she'd felt, especially after the Sith let off.

Tutaminis, what a useful bunch of techniques. Nef thought as she used the absorbed energy to enhance her speed and strength.

Ataru was best used against one opponent, and that is the form Nef assumed. Her advancements leaving her confident enough to try this form.

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Location: Stopped in Transit. Currently E8 -> E7
Objective: Unknown
Allies: One Sith | @Darth Parash
Enemies: @Ali Hadrix and the Republic

I’ll kill you.

“Ouch.” Tara clicked her tongue. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

Her grip on her saber lulled, the coy smile on her face hadn’t faded. She was excited…She was ecstatic. She knew that the woman was here, and alas, they both found each other. She looked strong, powerful in whatever she was wearing. It didn’t suit her, but then again, Tara preferred most of her paramours unclothed and naked.

The droids watched her, anticipating her every move. They didn’t shoot her yet, which was good for her. Sitara detested droids ever since that terrorist attack in Coruscant. She learned from that experience, she knew how to deal with droids. She still hadn’t trained in the art of toying with droids through the force, perhaps she should really consider putting that in her bucketlist.

“Huh. And I thought you worked for finance.” Now this was definitely no boring office job. Clothed in armour, droids at her command, Ali was definitely more than she said she was. To be fair, Sitara had never told her who she was either…but hey, the lightning was definitely a clue. Wasn’t it? Her face twisted into a frown as Ali demanded her lightsaber be thrown over.

And surrender herself to the enemy? She scoffed. Now fething way. She wasn’t the one who should surrender, she growled. It was Ali. Ali was the person who surrendered herself to her. On that night—that beautiful luxurious night with candles and fire at the beach—that was when Ali gave herself up for her. And she knew that, didn’t she?

She saw Ali’s hand relax, and she smiled yet again. This woman wouldn’t dare defy her.

Until a dash of wind light pierced through the air.

The bullet was fast, and Tara moved to dodge it, the bullet scraping her left shoulder.

She winced as blood seeped through her clothing. Her eyes narrowed into a glare. She shook her head. ‘Oh Ali.’ She mentally sighed.

And then she smiled.

And then the images came, hurling through the invisible force that lingered between them, tying their minds together.

The connection that was established was easier, considering these two shared a past.

Skin. Lots of skin.

Mirrored eyes stared into each other, their bodies starting to understand each other.

‘You remember don’t you?’

She mocked.


‘Come with me Ali.’ She smiled. “After all, the Republic doesn’t know about your treachery.”

Location: Section E-8
Objective: Kill [member=Sitara Qin]
Allies: Galactic Republic / The Jedi Order
Enemies: The One Sith

Ali raised her rifle a second time, though her finger wouldn't pull the trigger. Her previous act of defiance had been apparently short-lived, much to Ali's dismay. The images and memories that began to flood her mind clawed and tore at her for attention and validation. Of course I remember. Ali replied silently, the muzzle of her rifle rocking gently back and forth. But we are not those people right now and I can't just let you go. She clenched her teeth and struggled to allow herself to fire. End her and it all ends.
But Ali's resolve was crumbling under Tara's mental onslaught. Along with the images and the memories came the sensations and emotions that had filled that night. Ali felt her chest and cheeks burning and her loins grow heated with desire. She could think of little else aside from the toys and the touching, the flavor of sweet lips burning on her breasts. Her mind grew frazzled and disoriented, and she felt dizzy. Ali dropped to a knee and reached for her helmet, struggling to remember the mental barriers her mother had taught her to hold in place. It was useless, Tara knew her. She had a copy of the key, she'd already been in Ali's mind. Tara knew just where to go and how to get there, and all of Ali's mental defenses were toppled in the younger woman's advance.
Ali's rifle clattered to the ground, she fumbled desperately for her pistol. She managed to draw it and lift the muzzle toward's Tara as her self-control finally began to slip away through the backdoor Tara had forced into her mind. Once, twice, she pulled the trigger, before the weapon fell from her hand and onto the ground beside her rifle. Ali's hands fell to her sides and she dropped onto both knees now. Inside her there was an Ali that was raging, a hot white ball of nothing but hatred and disdain. But the animalistic part of her mind, the only part of her and anyone that wasn't human, had succumbed to the control Tara exhibited. As if she were rebooting from a previously saved state, Ali reached up and pulled off her helmet, revealing long locks of chocolate brown hair that tumbled down about her face. Her eyes glared hateful blue-gray spears up at her lover, as if to say, How dare you do this here.
"What do you want? And what treachery?" Ali demanded. "Your Masters won't get a thing out of me, you already know that." Ali growled. She began to feel the invasion of her mind lessen as she submitted to the younger woman once more. It was a sick display of reward-based control that Ali despised even as she participated in it to her own advantage, the pain lessening sweetly from her head.

/ [member=Sitara Qin] \​

 

[Darth Ferus]

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

Location: E5 Hanger
Forces: Ten Sith Assassins
Opponents: Republic

The golden gaze traveled from his intended, Seraphina, to the small yellow creature. The Master seemed to be incapacitated for the moment, and even though the Padawan knew it was no match, he still pressed on. A smile formed on the Zabrak's face as Steve charged for him, swinging that blue blade for his legs. And was smart enough to try to pull on of the limbs out. There was a bit of surprise to fill Ferus as his left moved in a manner he did not want, but as the blade came cutting for his right limb he did nothing to move it.​

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Nothing to defend. The entire right leg was robotic, similar to his right hand, with an under layer of Cortosis. There was a mock hint at defense as he showed fake fear, trying to edge the Padawan on in fake confidence. He once used the trick successfully against his master. His blue saber would carve upwards, as if to block the Milenici's strike, but should the saber touch his leg it would find itself deactivated, and the Sith's blade carving upwards for his chest.​

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He was, of course, ever wary of the Master coming back into the frey, but she would be too late to stop this close up. If he was a one for words, this would be a perfect time for gloating and or taunting.​

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: E1
Objective: Kill, maim, look good while doing it, torture Des some more
Allies: [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Shuduc Macar"]
Enemies: [member="Des Kovak"] [member="Svarin Noimare"]
Primarily engaging with: [member="Zylah Dvale"]

It was clear that none of the Republic Padawans facing him were quite ready for the monster that was the Vong-formed Sith Knight. Although he was toying with them, Sage was no paper tiger. As their sabers clashed, the panic on the Jedi’s face was as clear as day, and the Sith Knight fed upon it to plump excess. With impeccable timing, his adversary somersaulted forwards, lashing out with her saber, and thwacking one of the heads on his amphistaff arm. The creatures were lightsaber resistant, but she managed to give one of the three a good smack with her blade, knocking its head back. Both Sage creature cried out in pain, their sentient minds and bodies linked. He felt what they felt and vice versa. When she landed, Bane whipped around with preternatural speed and in a nanosecond, he was staring right into her eyes again. Unfazed, she lashed out at him with the short sharp strikes of a fellow Ataru practitioner. The other two tentacles coiled themselves defensively around him, intertwining themselves like a thick rope. Her emerald blade made impact, but did not penetrate the leathery skin of his arm.

“You couldn’t hit the broad side of a freighter hull,” Sage taunted, giving the woman his best disarming grin.

The main weakness of the Ataru form was its tendency to leave the user dangerously wide open once the last flurry of strikes finished. Normally, he would exploit this flaw, but first, Sage had another matter to take care of. That pesky technician he could see out of the corner of his eye, the one tending to [member="Des Kovak"]'s wounds. With no warning or theatrics, Sage suddenly sprinted towards the man with the speed of a Nexu and swept his lightsaber in a wide arc. The tecnician's torso fell first, then his hips and legs followed. The man dropped to the ground in pieces, two halves that were once whole.

This left Sage several feet away from the Jedi. He turned and gave a nonchalant shrug.

“Unfinished business,” he explained with a smile that was much too casual for the situation.

Sage's mouth spread into a devious grin as he crouched with his saber held defensively across his body. One black tentacle reared up and beckoned to her like a hand.

“Come on pateesa. Stop boring me death. Give me a real challenge.”

 

[Seraphina Shel'tah]

Location: E5
Objective: Defend, as usual
Allies: [member="Steve"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Ferus"]

Location: E5
Forces: 220 Republic Troopers
Opponents: The One Sith
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xn676-fLq7I​

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You think you got the best of me
Think you've had the last laugh
Bet you think that everything good is gone
Think you left me broken down
Think that I'd come running back
Baby you don't know me, cause you're dead wrong​

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The Twi'lek's eyes shifted to and from the tiny Milinici and the Zabrak. Her hand outstretched in a feigned attempt to reach him before it was too late. Lips forming a grimace as Steve moved to strike at the cortosis limb, silently mouthing a single word, 'No!' but no tones to alert the Padawan could be heard. It wouldn't matter. Whatever happened was too late to change. Sera regained her composure in the momentary pause before her legs brought her storming back towards Krest. One saber would be held horizontally in front of her while the other was reversed behind her back in a full on charge.

With the distance narrowed her feet would propel her body up and into the air about two meters away from the Sith Lord, twisting and contorting into a graceful butterfly kick, her sabers raised and lowered in an almost artistic display, the hue of her blades a mere blur to the naked eye, which would lead into a butterfly twist, where her attack would truly come. Sabers in complete and refined control, the blades would course high, low, and high again, carefully targeting the man's side to inflict non-fatal, but crippling cuts. Her actions would follow with a powerful Force Blast of her own against Ferus' chest once her left leg touched down onto the ground once more.

 

[Athena Heron]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: F7[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Spread some nightmares – fricken Clone Wars[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Reverance"] [member="Tanek Santii"] @Jareth Jonathon Holst (Please note the two new players on F7 and tag them in your posts Jacen and Dair. And don’t forget to tag me! )[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Dair Cotarin"] ([member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kian Karr"]) [/SIZE]

She felt a sudden boon in the darkside and knew she wasn't alone. The darkside continued to pump through her muscles, giving her the adrenaline burst and strength she needed. Clothes clung to her tall, wiry frame in a thin, sheen of sweat. Force-speed combined with her own agility was her closest ally.

And of course the avian wasn't standing about, gawking at aerial acrobatics, usually gorgeous to view even when performed by a jedi. No, her attention was on Mister Grabby With the Force. She was already shifting the weight on the outside edges of her feet to dive and roll to the left. But two things happened at the same time: that same sludge-tug pulled her foot out from under her as a force push flipped her onto her back. She felt the heat of a saber as it sailed just above her face, whooshing as it met empty air.

She didn't hesitate. Using force speed and keeping her saber between herself and her foe in case he tried for another downward strike, she kicked her booted-feet against the slick surface of the compound and propelled herself back as her finger proceeded to pepper Mister Grabby with even more stun rings, shooting all across his body, head, neck, feet, arms, and torso as he came in for a strike. Wrists could probably only rotate so far so quickly to deflect that many.

She popped to her feet, wincing slightly at the bruises on the back of her hips, and continued to back away in a force-speed induced blur to re-form into the ranks of [member="Tanek Santii"] and his reinforcements.