Invasion Bark at the Moon (OS Invasion of Telti)

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: B2
Objective: Finish Participation in Invasion
Allies: [member="Tacitanya"] | [member="Kaia Vullen"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

Just as he reached the outermost crate of the labyrinthian maze of supply crates, an unknown force grabbed him and lifted him into the air. He blinked and frowned. What the kark? His body quickly slammed into the ground. He grunted in pain. Confusion quickly turned to the remembrance of a duel that old Master Wurth had once told him about. Even as he was raised into the air once more, his left hand went down to grab his blaster pistol from its holster. His body once rose up in the air, and went down hard against the floor as he drew the weapon. As he rose again for the third time, he squeezed off a flurry of semi-accurate blaster bolts in the Sith Lords. He didn't expect the bolts to injure the Lords, only to briefly distract them. He only had to take Darth Carach's eyes off of him for a millisecond to escape the Sith Lord's grasp. He fell for the third time with a thud. He felt a sharp pain radiating out through his right abdomen, quite possibly a fractured or at least heavily bruised rib. Seizing his moment of opportunity, the man scampered behind the crates, out of line of sight from the Sith Lords. He took a deep breath, but he couldn't stop. The man began to awkwardly run through the maze, all while clutching his right side, to escape the battle.

 

[Phylis Alince]

[member="Darth Veles"]
Location: A8
Objective: Heal the hurt
Allies: Medpacs
Enemies: Kindly Sith

This writer apologises for delays. Things have been hectic indeed lately.

When the Sith Lord threw down the medpac, at first Phylis wasn’t sure what to make of it. In any other case she would assume it was a deception or trick, but this enemy seemed different.

Calling on the Force she pulled it to her hand, and administered the contents to her burned leg. With some treatment later it shouldn’t leave much of a mark.

“Thank you,” she replied politely.

Now she faced the Sith Lord again. They seemed quite evenly matched, blade and Force. However, she had one thing she could try which would give her an advantage, she was sure.

Reaching deep into herself, and into the Force, she extended one hand towards the Sith. Calling upon the energies of the Light she unleashed them at the Sith Lord as a blinding blast of Force energy.

It was a risk, as doing so always fatigued her, but it was the ultimate weapon against the Sith. Even if the Sith opposite her wasn’t lying, and he was only ‘technically’ a Sith, it would stop him calling on the Dark Side for a while, and damage any such artefacts he had on him. If he really was a Sith though, and not a weird ‘Kindly Sith’ it could do even more harm.

The Jedi put her strength into this exorcism, trying to purge the darkness she knew must be before her so that the Light could triumph over the Dark.

 

[Reverance]

Location: F7
Objective: Break something
Allies: [member="Athena Heron"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Tanek Santii"] | [member="Vrag"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Dair Cotarin"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qn7HvnMJZd4​

Sand through the sieve, his query slipped between outstretched hands, moving feet signalling his own retreat. Unfortunate, the clash of their flesh and proximity could have promised such fine and enthusiastic moments of serene pain, eclipsing the purpose that this invasion may have had. But alas, he was subject to the charm of the tactic. And as his opponent took advantage of the brevity of their moments apart, the Sith Lord held his left arm out, his right holding the chom huun ignited, rectum and blade facing the ground.

The force quivered, the reverberations of his presence and lust for destruction resonating into someting palpable, a lust and desire moving across the facility as a shadow follows the rotation of the sun across the earth. The jingle of the hilt of Roecnar sent out small vibrations and tremors, rattling against the metal floor, as it longed to be with it's master once more. With a clench of his teeth, a show of white to display his visceral intentions behind the veil of the mask, the metal curved cylinder sprung through the air as if recalled, a boomerang seeking it's origin. It clinked against the helmet of a Yuuzhan Vong, just enough to cause the death of the soldier from distraction, locked deep into combat with an EMBU Droid, before finding itself engraved once more into the left hand of the Sith Lord. With a snap-hiss that struck like lightning, the beam ignited as the Warmaster held the shoto-length blade in symmetrical form to his right arm, just in time for the inclement attack.

During the battle against Kana Truden, Gabriel had used the advantage of the armor to accept an attack, the surprise warranting an unsuspectingly fast counterattack. Unfortunately for his plan, that wasn't what Kian was originally planning, meaning that the tilt of Gabriel's head and the acceptance of the attack was all for naught. However, the pull of his second weapon, the adoption of Jar'kai with the shortened blade, would be more than enough to push his current advantage. With his left hand held as it were, pushed forward and out slightly to his left with the inward twist of his left wrist, it remained inline to withstand a low attack while his right hand pushed upward, on the off chance that the attack would run high across his left shoulder. As it registered, the incoming attack, he reacted accordingly with the initial low block of the attack. In the same fluid motion, he stepped back with his right foot, anchoring his forward left foot with the block as he rotated the right handed chom-huun down from it's upward held position.

The intent: with a rotation of his right wrist counter clockwise to himself, and clockwise to Kian, he would attempt to cleave the left arm of his opponent at the elbow, with an angle that indicated the current rotation of his body given the back step. Nevertheless, he would continue to take the opportunity to attempt to disarm his opponent and smash away at the left and weakened side of the Kel Dor.

NPC:
Location: F7 - F8 corridor
Forces: 229 Legion Yun'Do Vong, working on the resistance in the corridor, still doing their thing.
Objective: Killing stuff, trying not to die against embu droid things.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: A4
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Kiran Vess"]
Objective: No more sailing. No more, farewell...No more sailing
Theme: Once a cold-fish, always a cold-fish

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EchU-2S4SwA

Against a usual foe, a punch that was not telegraphed and delivered with the pace that Teräs Käsi demanded would land. One hundred percent of the time. Yet against this Sith, it was as if she was moving at regular speed.

But as he responded it was clear to her that they were both trained in steel hands. It was effectively as if they’d had their advantages negated. Which should prove interesting. She could augment her fighting prowess with the Force of course, but instead she decided to rely on the dozen years of training – and practical application.

So her blow landed on his shoulder and glanced off, and he took the opportunity to grab her wrist as his body twisted under the impact of her punch. The natural instinct would be to focus on breaking the grip first, but both the Force and the martial art told her his next move was the one to be avoided.

So she allowed him to hold her wrist temporarily and used it as a fulcrum to move her arm to the side, to ensure his blow glanced, rather than hit her elbow. It was a good things she wasn’t a Vahla! But there was a jarring sensation that she felt all the way up to her shoulder. Why on earth someone decided to call it the funny bone was beyond Corvus at this point as the ulnar nerve was momentarily trapped.

So she moved quickly and snapped her hand down and inwards to break his grip and ready herself for his next attack. She’d lost the initiative – but it was early days after all.

At the same time, pheromones began to flood from her opponent. Undetected, they bypassed the rational part of her brain and went straight to the hypothalamus. Stimulating it. It was not like a mental attack on the mind that she would detect and block, this was different.

So the nuclei began to generate emotions, adding to the existing ones that sat there. Behind the ‘durasteel’ wall Corvus had learned to build when she was four and had discovered she was essentially a natural Empath. A wall she’d had to build to ensure she would not be overwhelmed by the emotions of others – as learning to access the Force had amplified the effect. And the ‘wall’ was, of course, effective both ways. She had always been known as the ‘cold-fish.’ Even at Ossus as a Padawan when she’d arrived, the others teased her with the nickname. No emotions in and none out. A Knight had recently taught her to be able to lower her guard slightly, to allow a trickle rather than a flow of sentiments in and out. She used it sparingly – mostly around her sister. And had, to date, only experienced two emotions. Sadness and love. She expected what she felt was what most people did. And perhaps she’d felt jealousy once – or it might have been envy, she had no reference to compare it to.

But like the many times she’s been to Zeltros, she was not so much shutting any effects out. Rather she was oblivious to them. The emotions existed but could not generate any behaviour. Someone once joked she’d make a wonderful Sith if she turned to the Dark-side and allowed her barrier to fall. Of course, that was no more likely than she was to fall in love…or even share a kiss. She’d die as she lived. A Jedi…first, foremost and only.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Location: A4
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Objective: Cuddle Grandmaster

Emotion was a funny thing.

One could block it, stop it, try not to feel it, even become oblivious to it. Pheromones only went so far, creating aspects of the brain and triggering feelings of longing, love, perhaps even hatred. That was typical normal, not something one could control without a great deal of disciple. Kiran knew that, he had met men and women who had resisted the effects of pheromones before, either by will or some other means.

Of course, not many knew that pheromones were hardly where Zeltron's stopped. Paired with their odd ability to produce these pheromones was a latent telepathic ability, a way to project emotions and even read the general thoughts of others. It was an ability that Kiran had used nearly all his life. For fighting, for torture, for anything really, and as the Grandmaster broke the grip on her wrist Kiran took a deep breath.

A surge would come over the woman, a spike of sudden an intense anger.

It wasn't meant to hold, he knew a Jedi's mind was nearly unbreakable, it was merely meant to distract. In synchronous motion as his latent telepathic abilities went to work Kiran lashed out. His left leg swept forward, arching towards her calves in a hard kick aimed to sweep her off her feet. A the same time the raised arm that had pushed past her elbow came down in a hard sledge motion.

If his kick succeeded and Corvus was swept off her feet, his own elbow would come crashing down into her ribs.

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Location: B1
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Vrag"]


Varus had almost made it pas the equally tall Sith when he felt the force tug on his back and shoulders. When he did, it was too late to do much but turn so that he could try and catch himself before he struck the hard, metal floor. The only other thing he'd managed to do was to disengage his sabers when he collided with the cold ground beneath him, and as he did his elbows hit first, the rest of him following suite as he he flattened out like a pancake.

The air left him immediately, which was painful enough, but he couldn't quit moving just because the breath had been knocked out of him. Not when the force was practically screaming at him still, warning him of danger. That's why he paid no mind to the sabers that tumbled out of his hands and feel to the ground on either side of him, because when he looked up that pouch was hurdling towards him, and the only thing he was able to do was lift his right hand and attempt to push it right back at Vrag.

As the pouch darted back the opposite direction, Varus pushed himself up off the floor, taking in ragged gulps of air, either of his blades leaping from the ground and back to either of his hands. No sooner had they found the comfort of their owner's hands did they ignite again, and as he meandered back towards Vrag, still catching his breath as he searched for that pouch again with his blue eyes. He was weary of it's purpose, and from it he sensed not evil, but an insatiable hunger and relentlessness that he didn't want to find out about.

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"There they are!", called the leading Commando(Torkan) who was leading 90 units through the battle unfolding through F8 and F7. "Everyone else form up a line and stack up behind Master Karr's troops! I want Snipers unloading on those enemy officers!", called the commando as the troops descended upon [member="Kian Karr"] , [member="Ryan Korr"] , [member="Dair Cotarin"] and [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]


NPCs now reinforcing Kian: 91 - 5 YVH-2 Droids - 4 EMBU Droids - 2 Republic Commandos(Officers) - 27 Republic Snipers - 53 Standard Republic Soldiers
Location: F7
Objective: Reinforce [member="Kian Karr"]
Opponents: Targeting [member="Vrag"] Units --- [member="Reverance"] - [member="Matsu Xiangu"] - [member="Athena Heron"] - [member="Tanek Santii"] - [member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"]

 

[Vrag]

Location: B1
Objective: Break a Jedi
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"]
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NPC
Location: Group 1 C2àB2 | Group 2 F7
Forces: 280 Yuuzhan Vong of Legion Yun'Do | 20 with Vrag
Group 1: 130 heading to B2
Group 2: 130 at F7
Enemies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [NPCs]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RkT-aMgZvQI​

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The sound of barely protected flesh hitting the unyielding metal floor was satisfying in and of itself, but Vrag would be lying if she said it was enough. It was never enough.

With an appetite for destruction in her heart — or what she had left of one, anyway — the Hand of the Dark Lord felt her lips peel back into a avaricious smirk, her blue eyes wild and bright with a hunger that could never be sated. There was a beast behind her breast that always wanted more, wanted deeper, further, awakened from its slumber whenever Vrag asked death for another dance. Made all the more alive the closer the firrerreo came, the ravenous monster would sink its claws ever deeper into the pounding cardiac muscle, driving the woman into battle with a nigh-mad glint in her gaze.

She didn't waste any time while the man was picking himself up from the ground, aiming to exploit his momentary lack of defense and disorientation from the indubitably painful impact. Her red blade finally sang to life, complementing the deep violet of the Jedi quite nicely — a fact that went over her head completely, naturally. [member="Matsu Xiangu"] was most likely shaking her head in disappointment, wherever she was — and then the Hand of the Dark Lord crossed into the narrow measure with quick, efficient footwork born of years Makashi. Her hilt sat comfortably in her firm grip, the lightsaber resting in the quarte for a moment more as she assessed his stance.

And then the woman struck, putting the twist of her hips into the arc of the slash as she made to cut the man across his chest with an upward arc of her blade. Unless he had hit his head harder than she thought, the Jedi would have no problems blocking the attack, much less with two sabers at his disposal, but she hadn't planned on landing the blow, not really. It was merely to distract him from the true danger, and one he couldn't hope to predict with the Force; the amphistaff that lay coiled in the shadows of her skull would part its jaws, spitting its poison at the Jeedai's exposed face. Skin or eyes, it did not matter; the venom would prevail, slowly but surely bringing him to his knees.

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The Vong in F7 would continue to do what they did best: kill things with great enthusiasm and efficiency, felling infidel after puny infidel with cries to the Yun'O tearing from their throats like an ominous chant.

 

[Darth Veles]

[SIZE=9pt]Location: A8[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective: Bathe in the Light Side![/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies: Nope[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies: [member="Phylis Alince"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Once the woman’s injured leg received some basic treatment that slightly added to the chances of not receiving a permanent reminder of this duel, the two stood ready to fight again, prepared for almost anything. It was certain both of them possessed some ace or two in their sleeve, something that had yet to be revealed. Avreet certainly did, though he found himself unwilling to use his signature power unless pushed hard enough. In this aspect, the Mon Cal had little idea of what to expect from the Jedi Master now. Was she also restraining herself? The thought briefly crossed his mind before being dismissed; if he truly faced a servant of the Light Side, the probability of the Jedi Master having something destructive at disposal was fairly low. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The Light Side focused on one’s protection rather than elimination of one’s opponents, shielding rather than attacking. As such, after positioning his feet on the ground in preparation of quick dodges and jogs, the Mon Cal at first believed the Jedi Master’s attack to be nothing more than a power he knew himself – Force flash. The blinding light radiating from the woman certainly pointed in that direction as it forced the Sith to blink a few times and narrow his eye in a try to make out the woman’s silhouette and see if she hasn’t moved closer. Only then the Sith Lord realized he had identified the power incorrectly, as this was much more than a simple trick to blind him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The Light expanded, pushing away all darkness in the room, both literally and figuratively. All secrets hidden away in dark corners have been revealed as shadows fled in terror, the bright light pushing through the darkness – including the one in the Force. It took no time for it to reach the Mon Cal by the end wall, wash over him almost like a stream of water. Flinching upon the contact, the amphibious Sith Lord felt as something inside of him started to vanish. The Dark Side retreated in panic, abandoning the Mon Calamari who quickly recognized the power. He had never been hit by it before, making this his first direct contact with Force Light. Aside from a slight burning sensation within his mind that signed the remnants of the Dark Side being purged, he noticed no other ill effect. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It wasn’t so bad; the Dark Side never even corrupted him to the point of altering the Sith’s eye colour or facial features. Avreet’s views of the Force most likely played their role in this as well given the Sith was a practitioner of both aspects of the Force, wielding them as one weapon instead of two separate tools and Veles’ actions spoke in his favour as well, therefore the power that would have seriously incapacitated or even killed many other Sith Lords did nothing aside from temporarily severing his connection to the Dark Side. A small price to pay considering he had no need of it and its powers, his other weapon still intact. The Light Side was still very much there and as a true Sith, Avreet knew he had to adapt to the situation and embrace something traditionally associated only with the Jedi Order. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Extinguishing the burning furnace in his heart and replacing passion with inner peace and sterile serenity, Avreet slowly but surely switched to the Light Side – a much easier task with the Dark Side gone. The Light was victorious and the duel suddenly pitted two Light Side users against each other – the only difference being the Order they served. One had to wonder if the Jedi Master had any experience with a Sith like him, Sith that believed in using the Force as a whole, balancing the scales of Light and Dark. Further proving his ability to use the Light Side of the Force, the fishy Sith utilized his limited knowledge of Force heal to vanquish some of the pain from his body. If it could not be used as a weapon, at least it would not distract him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Once the blinding light vanished from sight and the two could spot the other with no difficulties, Avreet started to swiftly pace towards the Jedi, his lightsaber hand outstretched and pointing the red blade at his opponent. One long step followed by a telekinetic yank of the woman’s uninjured leg to ruin her balance, two long steps, three long steps, two swift subsequent jabs aimed towards the woman’s left side just to try out her defences and make her move her blade, one long step back to avoid a counter attack, one step forward to get within range again and finally another elegant cut seeking to slash across her lightsaber hilt and disarm her. It was almost like a dance![/SIZE]

 

[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]
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NFHLymjrdU[/media]

Zylah was in trouble. It had been an inescapable fact before, but now it was as if she had forgotten. While not claiming victory, their recent moves had been successful. However, her inexperience in duelling was proved here, allowing herself to be lulled into an almost false sense of security by his wound and increasingly heavy breathing. 'Security' was of course not the appropriate word, as she doubted she'd ever feel safe around that. The nature of her situation was dawning on her again, as the Sith skilfully parried her attacks. Zylah had been able to force a pained groan out of him, confirming her suspicion that he was linked to his beasts. She had almost expected to be able to drive him off, to subdue him, but the Sith Knight was far from defeated. Now it was his turn to make his move.

Zylah was fast, but not that fast. Even as she attempted to draw on the Force to aid her moves, guide her hand, she was not able to react quick enough. The only thing that seemed to save her from being completely ripped apart were her own parries, coming in a split second too late, and the way her body tried to move away from the strikes. Ataru, unlike Djem So, seemed to be focused on moving around more, rather than stand still in one position. The lightsaber tore at her flesh, cutting into her light Jedi robes and leaving burning marks atop her otherwise soft, unharmed skin. Her very first battle scars. That is to say, if she ever lived to see them become scars. Her midsection got harassed the most, though her arms suffered as well, when she tried to get a block in time. Now it was her time to cry out in pain. It was disrupting her focus, his attacks becoming more and more effective, drawing closer to dealing a finishing blow. On top of all this, the snake was attempting to wrap itself around her blade.

Zylah tried a desperate counter move. If he came in for a swing to accompany the move his amphistaff was making, she'd duck underneath it, and hope she still had her head attached to her body once all of this was over. The green blade would deactivate, denying the beast the chance of gripping a hold of it. She'd reactivate it shortly after, as she was crouched on the ground, followed up by a quick swing to his already injured leg. After that, her ambition was to get the hell out of there. Gathering the Force to her legs, she'd leap backwards, in a flashier than necessary backflip, regaining some distance before touching down ground. She groaned out loudly in pain as she landed, a hand clutching her side. He'd cut deeper than she had thought at first, not picking up on the damage dealt to her during the blur of moves made. Her acrobatic escape only served to antagonize her damaged body further. Even in light of all of this, she was defiant.

"I will not yield" Sith weren't exactly known for treating their prisoners well anyhow. "The Sith will lose this day. Can't you feel it? It's over. But you still have a chance to surrender." she stretched out her blade, pointing it towards him, hoping to intimidate him with her resilience, convince him to give up. It was foolish of course, he was unlikely to surrender. And in all honesty, she had absolutely no idea what was going on on the rest of the battlefield. It was a bluff, she faked it all the way, hoping if he searched, he'd find truth to her words.

 

[Des Kovak]

Spoiler

Location: E1, monitoring station Radar 04

Spoiler

Objective: find him
Allies: [member="Svarin Noimare"], [member=Zylah Dvale]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Shuduc Macar"], [member=Cylus Jest]

Location: E1, monitoring Radar station 04
Forces: 10 5 technicians, 1 monitoring supervisor, armed with a blaster pistol
Opponents: nobody expects the Dark side inquisition

Theme:
https://youtu.be/IxS-ICzjO6I

And what have you got at the end of the day?
What have you got to take away?
A bottle of whiskey and a new set of lies
Blinds on the window and a pain behind the eyes


Des' hand, outstretched, found the cold, gleaming metal of his lightsaber. Gratefully, the would-be Jedi closed his hand around the weapon? Even holding the lightsaber, the symbolic weapon of a Jedi against the encroaching darkness, worked reassuringly. Above all else, it was what made him Jedi. Not his outlook, not his thoughts, and certainly not his pretty ideals. Now more than ever, a Jedi had to be a warrior, Des thought, and a warrior he would be yet. Slowly, shakily, Des scrambled up to stand unsteadily on his legs. For a moment, he looked like he would almost topple over again, but Des gritted his teeth and steadied himself against the wall of the monitoring station cubicle.

He was faced with a choice to make, once again. He glanced over at the albino Jedi, fighting the Sith. From her words and her stance, she seemed like she could handle herself now. And the Sith is wounded now. I have to trust this one now. I have no choice, he told himself. He was, of course, hesitant to trust the other Jedi at all. He hardly knew her, and he didn't trust any of the Jedi, really. They had been so condescending to him, all of them. But these was another threat out there, and as far as Des knew he had free roam of the complex. He could not let that happen.

As Des stumbled towards the door of the monitoring station, his movements pumped more blood through his veins, helping to spread the effects of the stimulant drugs that the late Ibram Haas had injected him with. His gait grew more steady, his set of his jaw and eyes harder, his composure more certain. "Jest!" he bellowed as he stepped into the hallway outside of the monitoring station. "Cylus Jest! I know you are out there. I saw you!"

 

[Cylus Jest]

Location: E1, Monitoring Station
Objective: Murder Des
Enemies: [member="Svarin Noimare"], [member="Zylah Dvale"], [member="Des Kovak"]
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Shuduc Macar"]
Engaging: [member="Des Kovak"]


Cylus Jest had been watching for some time now, simply waiting for an opportunity to present itself in which he may be useful in some capacity. Perhaps he didn't actually want to be useful, perhaps he was simply waiting for one singular opponent to present himself and after the ticking of the clock had struck several minutes, his opponent had been laid out for him in ease. [member="Des Kovak"] had failed, and he needed to be re-educated once more.

He listened to the growing yell of Des as he called for his name. They both knew what he wanted, he wanted very much to kill Cylus, to end his terrible processes, perhaps to avenge those who had died in his name. They both knew how that would end, how there would be blood spilled upon the ground, whether Des lived or whether Cylus did. He flickered his cape slightly as he withdrew his favored weapon, the Zion blade. A weapon made to appear much like the weapons used in royal fencing, it would be interesting to see how it stood against Des and his lightsaber.

He walked several steps, passing by conflicts until he reached the opposite end of the hallway outside of the monitoring station. There stood Des, waiting in all his righteous fury. "Quite the murderer you've shaped up to be, Monsieur Kovak." He spoke, arching the blade at about throat level of Des and holding ready in a defensive pose. "And yet, you've failed so pitifully, perhaps you need to be put down. I think that would help your Order to rid itself quietly of your cancerous tendencies." He spoke softly, allowing ice to chill his words as he glared at the man from behind the mask. "Come hither, so I may strike you."
Blood would be spilled.

 

[Des Kovak]

Spoiler

Location: E1, monitoring station Radar 04

Spoiler

Objective: find him
Allies: [member="Svarin Noimare"], [member=Zylah Dvale]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Shuduc Macar"]
Engaging: [member=Cylus Jest]

"You come here and you talk to me about murder?" Des bit back. In a more rational state of mind, Des had easily come to the conclusion that all those lives lost were at least as much on Jest's hands than on his. But then, such things likely did not bother the inquisitor. Oddly, Des took mental note of his Jest's was one of the few names he actually knew. He didn't know his albino ally who was facing off the Sith even now, but the name Cylus Jest he knew. Oh, he knew it well. "My cancerous tendencies," he echoed the other man's words, and almost had to laugh. Certainly, he grinned, and his grin had a maniacal way about it. Here was a demon who had tormented his ever waking moment, and here he was, finally a chance to right some wrongs, to do something right. "I wonder if they will call it that if I kill you. The Jedi are strangely okay with murder if a Sith agent is the victim," he said. He was in a dangerous state of mind now, he knew, almost jubilant at the opportunity for this fight. "Perhaps I do need killing. But I know for certain you do. Oh, I'll come alright."

With that promise, Des Kovak launched himself forward, his lightsaber igniting a brilliant white blade that shone brighter than any other lightsaber Des had ever seen, and likely Jest as well. With a cry, Des made his opening attack. He didn't aim for Jest's head or body, as he knew that would not reach its mark. No, instead he aimed the swing of his lightsaber right at the thin blade the inquisitor held in his hand, hoping to knock it aside. He was not so naïve to expect Jest to have a blade that could easily be destroyed with a lightsaber. The attack, if it hit Jest's blade, would hammer down like a battering ram, as Des relied heavily on his physical strength. It was strong, and fast, but Des paid little attention to defense or precision, instead making wild reckless attacks. And the limits of his body, exasperated by the damage it had taken from fighting the Sith, were already beginning to show. He was more sluggish than he had been before, and with every movement Des made, a pang of pain shot through his nerves.

 

[Cylus Jest]

Location: E1, Monitoring Station
Objective: Murder Des
Enemies: Svarin Noimarehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1284-svarin-noimare/, Zylah Dvalehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/7970-zylah-dvale/, Des Kovak
Allies: Sage Banehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/6835-sage-bane/, Shuduc Macarhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/6957-shuduc-macar/

Engaging: [member="Des Kovak"]

What was a villain and what was a hero, a lesser man would have had a queer debate over the subject. Here stood two men, both about to engage in combat with one another in the hope to kill, and yet would the killing be good or bad and did it depend on who lived and who died. "You showed purpose, Monsieur Kovak." He spoke as Des launched himself forward at a rapid speed. Cylus activated the Zion blade and it began to hum as it's vibroblade components activated.

He hadn't expected a blow directly to his blade, but it didn't really matter. He took the blow and it racked through his arm and shoulder like a sledgehammer does against concrete. It was almost painful, and his blade swung around with the force, still in his grip but out of reach of usefulness. Thankfully, Cylus was a quick thinker, a very quick thinker. His left arm shot forward as his right one was battered back, it grasped at Des' throat in the hopes that his defenses were down.

He activated the glove, releasing a swarm of miniature insects towards Des, each moving towards their prey in an attempt to mix their created durasteel with that of blood. If they got onto Des' throat through the glove they would likely begin to tear at orifices such as his nostrils and eyes as well as climbing into him through the same places. "Go on, show your petty hatred. Show how your emotions make you stronger." He spoke, his voice condemning and cruel.

 

[H3xle]

Location: F7


Objective: Hold the line


Allies: [member="jacen voidstalker"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Tobias Wraith"], [member="kian karr"], @Jedi/Republic
Enemies: @OneSith, [member="Reverance"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="tanek santii"], [member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"]

Focused as he was on his Force Speed, Dair almost missed the tell tale wave in the force of danger. As it was, Dair barely had time to turn the force pull of Jareth into something other than the possibly fatal set of moves that the Sith Knight no doubt had planned. It was bewildering how the Knight was able to summon the pull at the right time and place with him using the force to bolster his speed, but the Knight was likely sensing things in the force like Dair was.

As he felt the beginnings of the force pull on his chest, Dair aborted his swing at Jareth's neck and pushed off with both feet. He propelled himself up and let the pull Jareth had used on him to help him begin to tuck into a flip. Jareth's second part of his move, however, caught Dair in the midsection. Being a block, the blow itself didn't have any damaging power behind it, but it did discharge the rest of Jareth's electrical charge into Dair's body. The spasm as he was focusing on the force to impel him up and over Jareth cause Dair to overcharge the force use. Dair spun over twice and landed amid a small group of vong roughly ten meters beyond Jareth. Dair kept enough of his senses through the spasming of his diaphram to cut through the small grouping as he came in. He turned his landing into a forward roll and came back to his feet quickly.

The vong retreated from the cold aura surrounding Dair as he stepped forward, approaching Jareth with more restraint. He had both his hands on the hilt of his saber, it being held down and to Dair's left in a modified defensive posture. He moved in a measured way that kept him balanced and able to move when and where he needed to. The knight seemed to want to keep the fight long, so Dair would have to make do. He found it a good sign that Jareth had not tried to over power him, Dair was pretty sure he had strength on Jareth, and he definitely had reach with his arms and blade on the smaller man. He'd have to be careful about the Knight's use of the force, be wary and controlled so he'd have more of a chance to counteract whatever the Knight brought to bear.

Spoiler

OOC Dair is just walking slowly towards Jareth, he is an aggressive fighter, but knows when to be cautious, so he is being cautious now.

Location: F7
Forces: 60 Republic Marines, 3 EMBU Droids, 4 YVH-2 Droids (-26 Marines, -4 EMBU Droids, -3 YVH-2 Droids)
Opponent: One Sith

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: B2
Objective: Moving from B2 to B3 ---> gonna get you Draco.
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Harley"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"]

The pulsing red sphere of energy fell, and Nephthys gave a slight stumble. Carach's energy would funnel into her, helping her get that extra bit of pep.

Her chin rose. They had done well. A swivel of her head would turn her focus over to the tall man in Yuuzhan Vong crab armor at her side.

A nod came, and she would lead them to the next fight.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLJiyZk8P2s[/youtube]​

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Location: C4
Objective: Fight, Fight Fight
Allies: Myself
Enemies: [member="Damian Starchaser"]

Location: C4
Forces: 300 Blackblade Guardsman
Enemies: Stuff

The Scepter of Power uncoiled from around his forearm before hardening into the shape of a quarterstaff, which Vornskr pretended to use as a walking cane as he approached Damian through the smoke and the flames, jumping down to his level from the ruined walkway they were both previously fighting on. He landed in between several dazed Republic soldiers, victims of the shockwave he unleashed to destroy the walkway, but they were fortunate enough to not be crushed under the crumbling debris, but still unlucky enough to be caught in the Sith Lord's way. Gripping the middle of the amphistaff with both hands he begun to twirl it around as the living weapon's head suddenly became viciously sharp. Vornskr stopped spinning the weapon and proceeded to impale one of the Republic soldiers through the chest with his amphistaff, lifting his body above his head before flinging it away and moving to quickly dispatch the other soldiers.

Before long the ground was slick with blood, and the stench of death hung heavily in the air, and Vornskr breathed in the destruction deeply. He then turned his attention back to his opponent, Damian, who had conveniently survived the destruction of the walkway, and again whipped out his ion blaster to fire relentlessly upon Vornskr. Swapping his spear from his right to his left hand, he then thrust out his right hand and from his palm erupted a shimmering shield that bubbled around Vornskr to completely envelop him for roughly one meter in each direction. As the globs of ion energy shrieked towards him they would be stopped dead in their tracks by the shimmering bubble shield of Force energy, dissipating across it's surface with the fizzle of discharged energy.

"A worthy effort, but futile..."

The Sith Lord then split his concentration between the shield to reaching out with the Force to strike at the Padawan's weapon, using his mastered knowledge of Mechu-deru in an attempt to disassemble it at range and render it inoperable.

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

Location: F7
Objective: A Kethanite gift
Allies: [member="[/FONT][/SIZE]Reverance"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Athena Heron"] and [member="Tanek Santii"].
Enemies: [member="[/FONT][/SIZE]Kian Karr"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] and [member="Dair Cotarin"]
(See bio for all weapons and abilities. I will link to them individually as I use them; however, if you want to know what's at my disposal before hand I would most certainly check the bio.)

Spoiler

Location: F7
Forces: 3 Massassi lieutenants, 150 stormtroopers, 45 Golian(http://starwarsrp.net/topic/56354-golian-species/#entry854621)scouts
Opponents: Republic NPC's

*Dust smiled at the mans jump. Fast reflexes on this one, and the speed was liable to become a problem if Dust did nothing to stop it. Dust felt the environment around him, agitating the air molecules using their own innate force energy and drawing all of the heat he could into that domed room. The conditions would heat rapidly to blistering temperatures of around 115 degrees fahrenheit. Dust was confident he could outlast his opponent due to his upbringing in a hot jungle environment and also his intense endurance training on the barren lands of Iridonia. He hoped this wouldn't affect the Sith lords too adversely; however, by his base calculations the Sith Lords on his side would find more advantage from the temperature change than disadvantage and the Vong warriors, due to their usually hot and desolate worlds from their home galaxy, would likely find advantage as well. Dust awaited the Jedi's next attack in the ready stance as the heat continued to pulsate throughout the area knowing that Dair would likely exhaust himself if he continued with the force speed tactic.*

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: B4
Objective: Keep Beating up [member="Harley"]
Allies: None right this moment
Enemies: [member="Harley"]
Music: This

It was a stalemate. One that I was slowly loosing. I had come prepared to assist a Jedi and her troops, to fight vong, and to kill them in the most efficient means possible. Instead I got standard Rank and File Sith Troops. I was still capable of competing with them, but they had longer range weapons, and powerful disruptor cannons to support them. If I had help I could pull a win out of this, but there was no way I was winning this one as it stood, I just had to take as many of them with me as I could. I had succeeded in keeping the Sith troops from being able to support other Sith, but I was slightly ashamed I wasn't going to win this battle. I didn't have a lot of options, just to keep shooting, dropping as many of them as I could before I was forced to yield ground to them. Perhaps I could have held out until the Jedi or some other officer came around and provided relief. There weren't many options as it stood. All I could do was keep pressing or get out with as many boys left alive as I could. Maybe if I had rushed them earlier it would have played to my favor, but as it stood, I had to leave now or get all my soldiers killed. "Lets move, fall back, grab the wounded and lets go" I shouted over the comms. "They got this one." I said reluctantly, with drawing from the facility with my men in tow.

Location: B4
Objective: Secure and hold the section of the Factory
Forces: 52 Republic Troopers (Blasters, Modification 1:3, Helmets, Armor)

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: C6
Objective: Endure
Enemies: [member="Nefertari Sovint"], [member="Micah Talith"] (tagged for Kira)

An ear-splitting sound was amplified across the Force in Cameron's direction, and he...did not like it. The natural instinct was to reach for his ears, attempt to shield them from whatever the Jedi was doing. The sound of the human voice hitting high notes was more of an...irritant than anything at this point. On the bright side, it paled in comparison to a skilled practioner of Force Scream. He'd been forced to...endure that on more than one occassion courtesy of his Goddaughter, [member="Nessarose deWinter"].

Yep. It was time to for the Jedi to simply die. The entertainment value of toying with her had dropped to roughly zero by now. Utilizing the massive amounts of dark side energy that he'd been gathering and storing around his body in a steadily rising aura of dark-colored mist, Cameron channeled all of his irritations, boredom, and general desire to be anywhere other than some worthless slag of a planet into an offensive action.

Without warning or retribution, the Sith Lord summoned a massive influx of dark energy and allowed it to erupt from both of his hands. Obviously, his right hand was holding a weapon, but said weapon had been specifically designed to channel any attack he might initiate with the occupied hand. The intensive field of Force Destruction ripped across the expanse from the tip of his weapon and open palm of his left hand. There wasn't really any way to absorb or otherwise deflect the massive swath of deadly energy...certainly not for any extended period of time. Cameron had seen Jedi Master's mute the effects by combating it with Force Light, but it still caused the entire area to effectively be destroyed. Walls, people, and any other objects caught anywhere near its path would no doubt be nearly vaporized.

At best, it would kill the Jedi.

Most likely...it would hasten her rather immediate departure.

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Location: C6- ultimately doomed block
Objective: Endure, confuse, do as much damage as possible
Allies: The Force, knowledge, Micah Talith (tagged for Kira)
Enemies: Sith
Track:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFjE5A4UAJI

The countess had been right. The Sith, no matter how devastatingly powerful, was still only human. Same as the Jedi Knight
[member="Cameron Centurion"] threw a wave of energy at Nefertari. She had only heard of this power: Force Destruction.
The wave hit Nefertari head on and she let out an amplified force scream. She was dead.

As far as this Sith knew

The Knight had just pulled off an advanced variant of mind trick: Force Illusion
Sure the illusion had been killed, and everything in the wave's path destroyed. However, Nef had gotten out of the way. the speed enhancements had sent her smashing into a locked storage cupboard. It was now open.

The Jedi grinned when her eyes fell upon a canister. On it was a warning label, along with the letters "Cl F3"
Nefertari remembered her teacher talking about this compound. It was both fun and very dangerous in the wrong hands.

The Jedi's next move involved using a technique she learned as a youngling while playing a game of tag: Force scattering. Her presence scattered; one moving away and out of the room, others surrounding the Sith Lord, other presences scattering to random places. All while Nef altered the environment around the canister, causing the container to corrode to the point where it would break open upon contact with the Sith, his weapon, the floor, pretty much once Nefertari threw the canister whatever was hit would be covered in this condensed gas. Things around it would be splashed as well.

Nef Jumped high and hurled the canister down at the Sith.
"Cla-crack" was the sound it made when it made contact with the floor near the Jedi's enemy. This compound would likely splash on his footwear.
The pale green liquid flowed in a ring around the Sith.

I certainly hope this works
Nefertari's presence was still scattered, She was ready to rush out if things got bad.

Why had the container been in the storage cupboard? If Nef remembered correctly, it was used to clean some equipment used in droid manufacturing.