Invasion Bark at the Moon (OS Invasion of Telti)

[Phylis Alince]

[member="Darth Veles"]
Location: A8 – The Peaceful Part of the Warzone.
Objective: Discuss the theory of political dimorphism(?!)
Allies: Reason and Logic.
Enemies: Probably Fish Fingers

Phylis, despite herself, was intrigued. It was as if the two most unlikely members of the two orders had met for tea and a chat, rather than mortal combat.
“That is an interesting theory, hmm. However, given what I know of Sith history, and your compatriots, that would place you in a rather small category, I fear. I have known or read of Sith who use the Dark Side, but despite that more refined means. They are, you will forgive the joke, the light in the darkness. I dare say your Dark Lord does not share your view though, which is a pity.”

“Now, as for surrender, hmm, we have recently accepted the defection of two Sith Lords. They have been placed on probation, but they have not been punished or given to the Republic. I daresay Jedi Terrano would have some questions about Sith prisoner keeping standards…if he’s even alive still.”

“It is a war, Sith Lord, we are enemies by the theory of social substitution. Sith are enemy of Jedi, and by the sounds of it the Sith forces are undertaking their invasion now.”

Of course, a choice finally did have to be made. If she went to help the wounded, noble task though it was, it would be against her true purpose. There was a battle going on, he was a Sith, she a Jedi. People were dying whilst they had their pleasant chat.

“I’m afraid, Sith that we, hmm, are bound to clash in this battle. War is war, and though it would be my preference to engage in discourse and to heal those wounded, I suspect we’d best get down to it. Unless, that is, you have changed your mind?”

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Location: D3
Objective: Deal with [member="Haytham Kaze"]
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Republic

And earlier he complained she spoke too much. He made everything sound so serious, as if she really cared about taking this planet and not caring about the consequences. The Sith gained power this way and Darth Raven liked having power. Even when he tried to say how it wasn't a game Raven mentally disagreed, pointing out how it was like chess only a little more "in-depth". But in truth her motives were for knowledge as well. Power also required having the mentality and wisdom to know how to use it; even the Jedi and Sith understood that. What was wrong with needing to take over a planet or two just to have that?

Even when he said that he wouldn't let her do all this and then act like nothing happened she shrugged and asked "Why can't I? Makes it easier, actually."

It was only after he declared he would take her prisoner she scoffed, watching as he charged towards her. In response she waited until he was close before removing her cloak and throwing it towards him. It would blind him long enough for her to move, jumping overhead with the aid of the Force and landing a few feet behind him. Her more sophisticated dress was now revealed along with her saber in hand; still not activated yet. She stood there and waited until he looked her in the eyes.

"Very well." she said with a bored tone. "Only because there's not much else to do until we've claimed this planet." Using the Force she closed the door to the library before turning and raising her hand. Focusing she managed to create a wall of fire that encircled the two, ending at the point of the library steps. Force Fire. After that she turned back to face hi, finally activating her lightsaber, and claiming "Amuse me."

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: D3 Outside Library.
Objective: Secure Sector D3.
Allies: Jedi.
Enemies: [member="Darth Raven"]

She hadn't reacted to his lunge in the way that he had thought, but it was fine when he had shredded through her cloak. But now, he was on the side of the library, and at that point, he almost decided to start playing the one that was some mixture of coyness and apathy. But no, he wasn't going to be like that. He had a duty to the Republic, and his duty was to end the Sith. He was certain, that if he got into a close enough range with her, he would be able to beat her in combat. After all, she did seem like more of a scholar of the Force, rather than a duelist.

But he was about to find that out for real this time.

When he straightened his body and looked towards the Sith Knight, he twirled the lightsabre in his hand, and pointed it directly at her. In his mind, he had never though he would react so aggressively towards a Sith when he finally encountered one in single combat.

I guess that not everybody is the hero they want to be.

All he knew was that he wanted to live up to the memory of [member="Kiskla Grayson"].

When the Fire rose up around them, he grinded his teeth against each other again, but he made no comment. His only response this time, was him lunging forwards again, stabbing into her chest after extending his right leg so far out just to get into range.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Location: D6, McYoda's Restaurant
Objective: Destroy McYoda's, the brat pack and all opposition
Allies: None, I have been left to die
Enemies: McYoda's employees, the Galactic Republic, the brat pack, a Jedi Master, a Jedi Knight, a shooter and the family of the dead Rodian

| @Aelia Talith | [member="Kira Talith"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Laura Na'Varro"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Hylocereus"] | [member="Nefertari Sovint"] | [member="Ali Hadrix"] |

Dust descended from the top of McYodas. It was joined by raining pieces of rubble held up by a tree. This was just getting strange now. Out of the falling pieces of duracrete emerged another member of the brat pack. Darth Ayra trained her eyes on the Padawan, as she feinted towards her. Instinctively the Sith Lord moved to the side- she was on the defensive, so her objective was not to sustain another blow- and lifted her Lightsaber up to follow the direction of Mara's as she lowered it down to her left ankle. Silver impacted crimson, as the plasma of both Lightsaber's clashed.

Mara had been inches from a successful hit. Forced to divert the Padawan's blow, Ayra was in the process of raising it back up when a nugget hit her right in the eye. She snarled in the direction of where it came. That was when Kaili Talith emerged, wielding a hose that was following the Sith Lord. Her senses told her Nefertari Sovint- the Jedi Knight- was in the direction she was moving. Time for some offense.

Ayra ripped her robe off her body and threw into the water, hopping away for the seconds in which the dark robe acted as a shield. Next, her hand lifted in the direct of Taili and influenced by the dark side, a Force Grenade was created around the hose pipe from her finger tips. Water conducted electricity and lightning was what was utilized in the technique. You didn't need rocket science to figure out what would happen what happened to that hose and it's water.

Discarding her robe so as to not allow it's waterlogged fabric to affect her when she created the Force Grenade, Darth Ayra turned and leaped at Nefertari Sovint. Two things happened.

One, she felt elated and overjoyed. It confused her. Her slash at the Jedi Knight was put off. You could thank nature boy for that.

Next, Mara D'Lessio Merrill's hamburger slapped Ayra right in the chop in mid air. You could literally she the ripples in her cheek from where it hit. Ouch. Combined, these two eventualities meant the Sith Lord completely missed Nefertari, went over her and entered a barrel roll to cushion her fall. Before she could rise up out of the aerobatics, a Rodian came out of no where and decked her. Nobody could understand what she was saying- unless you spoke Rodian- but suffice to say you could tell it was about the male Rodian Ayra had tore in two earlier on, combined with a bunch of nasty words which were too much for a PG rated website.

Suffice to say, Darth Ayra was a post away from losing it. Completely. The type of rage that only manifested itself in those Force-sensitives who couldn't control themselves.

Force Rage was imminent.

 

[Catherine Soja]

[Wrong forum]

 

[Shuduc Macar]

[Derp wrong forum]

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

Location: D6, McYoda's Restaurant
Objective: Brat Pack Dogpile
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Kira Talith"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Laura Na'Varro"] | [member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Hylocereus"] | [member="Nefertari Sovint"] | [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Enemies: [member="Melori Raaf"] | [member="Darth Ayra"]

Ayra deflected Mara's strike...and then, inexplicably, decided to snarl at a nugget strike and take off her robe, all while Mara was still at sabre range. For each of those actions, Mara's bladetip flicked out in a Makashi strike, a chain broken only when Ayra hopped away from her to block hoses, make lightning grenades, go fight someone else and do more things, from barrel rolls to close culinary encounters. While Ayra did those things, Mara returned her focus to instinctive navigation. Flooding the air with yet more pheromones of tranquility, in answer to Hylocereus' biochemical expertise, she scrambled over the rubble and began cutting through the C-6 grate. The entrance of Ali Hadrix and Melori Raaf had rendered the flimsy obstruction somewhat flimsier; a few quick strokes was all it took to clear the way.

Except for, you know, the Sith Knight and Republic commando team duking it out nearby. That would be a problem.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: D6 - McYoda's
Objective: Defend Little Brother!
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Maleah Talith"] [member="Kira Talith"] (NPC'd PC) [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Hylocereus"] [member="Laura Na'Varro"]
Enemies: @Darth Ayra

“Mother, Help!” That was the last thing Aela screamed into the communicator before she dropped it. The small device fell onto the ground and crackled slightly, Aela's body already turning away from the device and towards where the battle was raging.

She saw her little sister, she saw the Sith, and once again Aela acted to defend her little sibling.

Both of her hands came up, one half cradling her lightsaber hilt, the other sprawling open. The force flowed around her, and suddenly seized about Kaili. Unlike with the Sith however, the force that flowed around her sister seemed to swirl and twist into an orb, breaking around her and fusing into a single solid bubble.

The water from the hose became trapped inside, splashing her little sister, but the odd ball that the woman had thrown at Kaili stopped in its track against the bright blue bubble, cracking and breaking its surface slightly, but not penetrating it. The force grenade diffused, dissipating and breaking as Aela focused all her strength in maintaining the shield around her sister.

Blood dripped down her nose, and she let out a loud panting breath as the grenade disappeared and her sister stood safe an unharmed.

Defense was what she was best at. Bubbles, barriers, and lightning quick counters. For the past eight years it was all she had trained in, since Geonosis. Her father had taught her that particular technique, and now more than ever she was thankful for it.

Her eyes shot towards Mara, the young girl cutting through the grate. She smiled, blood slipping into her mouth.

 

[Hylocereus]

Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Kira Talith"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Laura Na'Varro"] | [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Kaili Talith"] | [member="Nefertari Sovint"] | [member="Ali Hadrix"]

Enemies: [member="Darth Ayra"] | [member="Melori Raaf"]

Hylo heard Micah and nodded letting his pheromones loose. He had spent so much time stopping them that they just sort of… released into the air wafting around the room. Another idea came into his head as well and he ran over to the grill. Little flowers started to bud and blossom from his hair as he released his pheromones. Attraction and a calm euphoric effect.

He reached the fry station and frowned placing a seed on the burner and concentrating hard. It took the last bit of his force reserve to grow two small bushes. Frowning he looked at the cooking device. Hylo was a good cook, after all he had to fend for himself for so many years he had to learn. Droids didn’t have taste buds and so he experimented under their tutelage, leeching off their many recipes. He knew how to work a stove and quickly ignited it.

The bushes started to burn sending smoke up and into the air. Hylo smiled as the white cloud started to waft throughout the room, the vent fans having been broken when the Sith attempted to collapse the ceiling. Then he turned to the fight that was happening and applied some mental pressure. His species didn’t need the force to use their natural telepathic abilities. surrender, drop your weapons, he said mentally to the woman, I’m everything you want… everything you love…. he put the impression into her mind, Surrender to me…. that is how his mother taught him. Then again his mother normally did it to young men. In either case it would be hard to rage when your senses are being assaulted with a double dose of calming pheromones and smoke that wafted of euphoria. Hylo cracked a smile. High and horny means people don’t fight. His sister taught him that one.

 

[Laura Na'Varro]

Location: D6 - McYoda's
Objective: So many things to do, so much time to do them in.
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"] (NPC'd PC)[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Laura Na'Varro"] [member="Hylocereus"] [member="Kaili Talith"] and anyone else in the brat pack + [member="Nefertari Sovint"] [member="Ali Hadrix"] and everyone else in the galaxy
Enemies: [member="Darth Ayra"] [member="Melori Raaf"]

Meanwhile, Laura Na'Varro was busy existing. Go figure.

First, the ceiling fell in on them, courtesy of the ultra-busy Sith Lord. Feth, thought the girl, her instant reaction to this situation being ... well, to be crushed by a block of concrete. But then the dense kid grew a tree, and Laura dived under one of his larger branches. A decent-sized block of cement hit the boughs of the tree-kid and fell off, saving her from a nasty boo-boo. That was about when the pheromones started kicking in ... a feeling of attraction towards the tree started washing over her. All she wanted to do was kiss it, give it a hug and-

It's a tree, Laura, and you're twelve. Group yourself up. The kind of logic only a tankborn kid could come up with. The pheromones were still at play, and Laura still felt the urge to drop her lightsaber, put flowers in her hair and lovingly climb the tree, but she forced herself to look to the task at hand. She could love the tree later. She had a Sith Lord to kill. Extricating herself from under the low-hanging branch, she gritted her teeth and observed how the situation had developed.

Kaili had engaged the Sith in a food fight, accompanied by assorted pimple-faced "chefs" working on minimum wage. Mara had been attacking the Sith quite successfully, now she was attacking the grate. Aela was being a boss. Micah was Micah-ing. The Sith was doing an improbable amount of actions in an improbable amount of time. Some Jedi Knight was interfering in their glorious fight. Yep. This was what her Dad would call a "fethfight." She re-inserted herself back into the equation with determination.

While the Sith was doing a million different things, that bought Laura time to distract her, allowing Mara to cut through the grate. So she moved to intercept the Sith Lord. Moved the long way. Leaping, running, hopping through the post-apocalyptic McYoda's, she stuck to the wall of the family restaurant and came around at the Sith's left flank. Just in time for her to get decked by an angry female Rodian. Laura came through a split second later, her plans ruined by the sudden bystander attack, and had to change things up at the last minute. Instead of slashing at her left thigh with her lightsaber, she instead aimed a kick at the prone Sith's head.

 

[Kana Truden]

Location: C4 - It’s the bomb!
Objective: Not die.
Allies: [member="Damian Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Vrag"], think [member="Darth Vornskr"] was coming this way too
Note: Silly post, will make a more serious ones from here on out.

The windshield faded to black as the shield popped it’s way out of hyperspace. In front of them was the moon of Telti. Familiar fleets had been placed in orbit and Kana couldn’t help gasping. It was the One Sith. Images of Manaan and Kashyyyk resurfaced as the Jedi Master slowly proceeded to let the shuttle carry them forth.

It was by no means a stealth cruiser, the fact that they even entered the system would without doubt have triggered alarms aboard every ship in range. Time was nigh, she had to act fast and acting fast was not her specialty at all.

Max throttle. Ship pointed for one of the tiny hangar bays. Final destination.

Slipping less-than-elegantly past the handwaved masses of ships Kana managed to get her own ship into the hangar bay just in time for the doors to seal themselves. It was her, Damian and a slightly charred ship that definitely had seen better days at this point.

Definitely not her finest landing. “Come on. We need to find the others.”

Not that she had any idea who ‘the others’ were. Survivors? Captives? Non-sith? Your guess was pretty much as good as hers.

The loading ramp touched ground and Kana turned to Damian. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Location: D6
Objective: Fight [member="Darth Ayra"], defend the young ones
Allies: Republic, Jedi
Enemies: The Sith with an ever worsening attitude
Track:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkQXQLPrCqo

[member="Hylocereus"]' tree growing was a stroke of cleverness. Nef threw her own seed in to reinforce what was currently holding the ceiling.
A Camphor tree sprung up, intertwining with the youngster's tree. Foliage and branches now covered the permacrete above them. bits stopped falling.
"There, that is better" She said to nobody in particular as the Sith Lady's strike barely missed her.
"Ah yes, about time. I am surprised to see a Sith take this long to attack a Jedi. I wonder, are you cut out to be a Sith at all?"
This was half taunt, half legitimate question. Had [member="Vrag"] taken that long on Manaan? Nope. In fact, Nef had barely escaped. Thankfully, the Vong seemed very gun happy there.

This Sith looked like she was about to explode. Nefertari didn't understand Rodian, but she could tell whatever was said was in no way friendly.
Nef used telekinesis to send a large chunk of fallen permacrete at the Sith's back. After that; Nef charged, in an Ataru stance. She was further along in this form than her profile let on since Master Carrick had trained her. It wasn't as polished as the Jedi's Shii-Cho, but Nef was at an advanced level.

Pink met crimson. The building material was coming at the Sith from behind. Nefertari would usually consider that dishonorable, but the situation here was different. This was a mass murderer caught in the attempt, Nef's means were justified.

 

[Darth Timoris]

Location: C6 (or maybe D6 as Ali seems to have moved since I posted LOL)
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"] (strictly a 1:1 affair)
Objective: This is the end of control!!
Theme: Shake the ground

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=viMn4BNlm3I

‘You serve it up, like I want some
But I don't want your opinion...
You load it up like a shotgun, pull the trigger
Don't you love when you take one out?

Take one out...

I won't do what I'm told
I will break you down
Take you down
Shake the ground...

So tie your rope
Your karma's killing me
I hope you know
You'll never get to me!

This is the end of control!!

Shake the ground!’

If Melori was focused, she was somewhat annoyed her opponent wasn’t. Either the Pubbie was so good she could take two on at once or she was underestimating the Acolyte.

If the former, Melori wanted her all to herself and if the latter, she’d enjoy the kill all the more. Arrogance was supposed to be one of her flaws but studies her sister and Master had instigated had led her to the inevitable conclusion that being the better warrior counted for naught if overconfidence got in the way. It could lead to you being quite literally cut in half.

A thought flicked across her mind. Where was her Master? She thought she’d be here and was unable to locate her.

The temporary distraction aside, she stared down the woman aiming a weapon at her and noticed she was utilising droids to help her. How cowardly not to have the courage of your own convictions to be able to face her alone. Perhaps she’d overestimated the woman?

Her eyes morphed from baby blue to yellow as the Republic soldier squeezed the trigger. By the time the blaster emitted its high velocity rods, the irises were ringed scarlet.

This is what she loves: the feel of the Dark-side of the Force pulsing, growing, until the air crackles with the charge. It is the charge of blood and pain and anger. She controls it. She manipulates it. It only makes her stronger.

But it was not the Force that guided her actions, but rather her knowledge of Teräs Käsi. His knowledge of steel hands that she’d assimilated. It gave her extreme speed and an aptitude for anticipating strikes.

She did a backward somersault as blaster fire pings close to her. Challenge. That is a cornerstone of Sith training. She likes to be kept off-balance. The blaster fire was close, closer than she liked. She can feel the heat on the sleeve of her tunic. She smells singed material. She’d been distracted by thoughts of her sister.

Anger rises in her, which is good. The darkness crests and roars. She twists in the air, her lightsaber activated as she jumps, its twin crimson blades twirling, revolving. Its balance is perfect in her hand.

She lands close to the woman and droids, her face impassive. She strikes one hard blow to the left flank of the droid on her right. She feels the power of the move reverberate all the way to her shoulder. It gratifies her. A second blow to the droid on her left follows a fraction of an instant later, so close that an observer would not be able to tell which blow came first.

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Location: Moving from B1 to C1
Objective: Halt the enemy advance
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] - [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

"Move out...", Varus whispered to one of his officers who was standing nearby, blue veiled eyes snapping open as he emerged from meditation. He'd been there for hours, in position and waiting for the moment to move those troops entrusted to him by the Republic. Six, perhaps seven hours had passed, and as he unfolded his legs and pushed himself up from the floor, he felt the tightness in his joints brought on by motionless sitting when he was so used to almost constant and rigorous training. Days like that day, however, had proven to him that in the eye of the storm that the One Sith brought with them, meditation was his most important tool at his disposal.

When he stood upright he pressed his hands into his lower back, a few cracks filling the air and like whispers telling the story of his young, yet weathered bones. Glancing around, Varus nodded in confidence to the young and prepared men and women around him. People who were ready to go to war and die for the Republic they believed in. People who were brave and filled with the excitement that battle brought with it, prepared to give their lives for their loved ones in what would likely be a bloodbath.

Slowly, but surely, each and every troop got to their feet, and sifting through the swells of Republic men and women were fourteen YVH-2 Republic droids tasked with the protection of Varus. Something he wasn't entirely fond of, but in a fight like this, ripe with uncertainty, he didn't mind the company. They were very stubborn, however, as it had taken him a half hour of convincing to get them to go on patrol while he was meditating. Even as the others began to move into their designated units, the droids formed up lines and positioned themselves behind him, a pair on either side of him as he started walking.

The clink of metal stomps was loud, but drowned out by the many more leather boots that struck the floor more softly than those droids tasked with the protection of the Jedi leading them. The trip wouldn't take long, and if Varus knew anything about the Sith, they wouldn't be kept waiting. About the time they would reach their destination and form up their defensive positions, the Sith would be upon them, and blood would begin to brighten up the dull surroundings of the silver and white corridors they intended to defend.

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C1

"Stack up.", the deep voice of Varus Shatterstar ordered as troops ran back and forth setting up their defenses. "I want my bodyguard and all EMBU droids on the front line with me. All snipers take up position at the rear and everyone else fill in the middle.", he said, glancing around as they hurried to their positions and began to fill their roles. They were quick about it, as they should have been. He could already smell the stench of the dark side nearing them as he turned and raised his eyes to the corridor in front of him. He watched as hundreds marched towards him, ready and willing to bring each one of them into the void, whether or not he'd have to hold their hands as they passed on together.

"Use crates, door frames, pillars and corners for cover... and pray to the force or whatever gods you believe in for sanctuary after this day.", he said, as one after another the voices of those mortal beings raised up in a great and intimidating battle cry.



Location: C1
Forces: 200 - 10 YVH-2 Droids - 10 EMBU Droids - 40 Republic Snipers - 5 Republic Commandos(Officers) - 135 Standard Republic Soldiers
Opponents: The One Sith

 

[Catherine Soja]

Catherine Soja
Location:B2
Objectiveefeat the Sith
Allies: [member="Travot Ravenna"], [member="Kaia Vullen"], [member="Tacitanya"]
Enemies: Sith

As she had been stationed here Catherine quietly for now moved with the other padawans she knew if sith soldiers were around the sith themselves would follow before long, they never could resist a fight. As she kept her eyes and senses checking she held her saber in one hand not ignited yet but ready at a moments notice. She didn't know the padawans she was with but well better them than a host of sith right?

 

[Des Kovak]

Spoiler

Location: E1, monitoring station Radar 04

Spoiler

Objective: defend monitoring station
Allies: [member=Ciara Jevnaker] [member=Draco Vereen]
Enemies: lotta red blips on the monitor

Location: E1, monitoring Radar station 04
Forces: 10 technicians, 1 monitoring supervisor, some armed with small personal weapons
Opponents: [member=Sage Bane]

Des watched with growing unease as his support slowly made its way towards him. His attackers were already here. He knew he was not ready to face the Sith. He wasn't supposed to still be here when they arrived, but here they were. "To whoever gets this... They're here," he spoke into the comm unit receiver. His voice sounded panicked.

Des had to take a moment to pick himself up from despair. If he was already breaking down now, it would not end well for him. Come on, Kovak, he told himself. You can do this. You have to do this. You are Ghôsh Torden. It didn't matter that he had been banished from his clan on Haruun Kal and forced to live most of his youth on the streets of the capital Pelek Baw. He still had the pride of his clan in his veins, and he would not fail now.

Briefly, he felt the presence of... something in his mind, but as soon as he felt it, it was gone. For a moment, he felt relieved, but then a lone figure stepped in right through the front door. Des could feel his heart skip a beat, and felt the technicians around him start to panick as well when the Sith challenged him.

"Alright, Sith. You and me then," he said, spreading his arms in a gesture at the technicians to get back. "You folks, don't be stupid. This is between me and him," he promised. His hand reached down to the lightsaber at his hip. The weapon closed the last inches of distance itself, leaping into Des' hands. He was normally not good with this Force stuff, but the weapon made it easier. It was like it knew Des. Like it knew where Des needed it to be. In the corner of his eye, Des saw the Weequay who had been fiddling with his small holdout blaster before. The technician reached for the weapon now. "No!" Des turned to stop him, but it was too late. The panicked Weequay took a shot at the Sith, and now, Des knew, all hell would break loose.

 

[Vrag]

Location: C4
Objective: Kick butt and have fun
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | One Sith
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"] | The Republic​

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Spoiler: NPC

Location: C4
Forces: 280 Yuuzhan Vong of Legion Yun'Do, 20 sent scouting ahead
Opponents: [member="Kana Truden"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17hN1yJ9vY0​

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When she arrived, none were there to welcome her. Reports from the battlefield had mentioned droves of Padawans, but try as she might, Vrag saw naught but an empty hall. The dead eyes of machines stared right back at her, silent and abandoned by the fleeing workers with the advent of the Sith fleet. The Vong that poured into the building behind her sneered at the sight, itching to recoil from the soulless technology towering all around them.

They were Yun'Do, however, and they held true by virtue of unmatched discipline and training. Evolution be praised!

After a few moments of silent observation, the woman sent a chunk of her troops into the corridors ahead, to act as a vanguard and scouting team while the rest spread out into tactical positions on the ground floor. The structure itself was rather tall, and even when she craned her neck, Vrag couldn't see the ceiling, lost as it was amid the shadows of the quiet foundry. If there was any power left in the complex, the backup generators were surely funneling it into the most important of systems, and lighting certainly didn't fall into that category. Oh, well; that's why it was handy to have multiple-spectrum filters in your helmet.

Vrag switched to thermal, knowing that any approaching life-form could be seen approaching from afar in the cold air of the moon. Good.

She found a comfortable position just out of the line of sight for anybody who came prancing through any of the entrances and unclipped the normal of her two lightsabers, wrapping her fingers around the familiar weight of the hilt. All she had to do now was wait; whether it would be the scouts or the enemy she was waiting for, however… well, that was a question only the Force could answer.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: A4
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Kiran Vess"]
Objective: Avoid death and seduction
Theme: Same old story

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DB2ELkIzWQ0

‘Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend
Keep you in the dark
And so it all began

Spinning infinity, boy
The wheel is spinning me
It's never-ending, never-ending
Same old story

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

In time or so I'm told
I'm just another soul for sale... oh, well
The page is out of print
We are not permanent
We're temporary, temporary
Same old story

I'm the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I'm the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare
I'm what’s left, I'm what’s right
I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that will take you down
Bring you to your knees

So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?’

The Force…as ever, it was worth trusting. She sensed the pain, the suffering and the hatred. She closed her mind to the emotions but could do nothing to mask the impending portent of danger – and in truth why would she?

And of course she had her regular senses. A scream is a scream even without the Force. But her connection to the Light-side told her more. It spoke of an approach. Someone or something was headed towards her.

As always, she entered Center of Being but eschewed the customary stance. Her saber and shoto remained attached to her belt. She removed her cloak and neatly folded it, placing it on a nearby bench. When the Force told her to act, she’d act. She’d listened to it for over two decades now; she wasn’t going to change her approach now.

The only question she had to answer was, who was it? Indeed…who are you?


(No equipment in signature – as I don’t have any – no NPCs either, it’s just me, baby…)

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: A8
Objective: Introduce himself to the lady
Allies: OS, currently none
Enemies: [member="Phylis Alince"]

Avreet could not help but let out a soft chuckle as the woman compared Sith like him to the figurative light in the darkness, a term usually associated with the Jedi Order and its warriors. A nice, kind joke that did not insult anyone, one making him notice the conversation was unfortunately nearing its end despite their reluctance to attack the other. The two could endlessly discuss their Orders and the nature of the Dark Side, talking like old friends completely ignoring the battle happening in the very same factory, but the threat of a fight looming overhead became clearer with each passing sentence. As the Jedi said, what a pity the Dark Lord did not share his views. This would have been different if he did. Everything would have been different, actually, with peace depending entirely on the shoulders of the Jedi Order. If only both sides purged their radical members and went through the necessary reforms to co-exist peacefully! The fate was not merciful enough to grant Avreet his wish, making him an enemy of the woman in front of him despite the fact they’ve just met. Another tragic story like many in this senseless war, yet one that did not have to end tragically if both combatants tried.

“I suppose there’s no talking you out of this, lady Jedi,” the Sith sighed and stretched his arms, “That is sad, but I want you to know I won’t kill you, no matter what happens. The Jedi Order and this galaxy need more people like you and I’d be against myself if I eliminated one of them when they’re needed most.”

What followed this reassuring declaration was Avreet’s hand finally grasping the familiar curved hilt of a lightsaber, removing the weapon from the belt in a move he had done thousands of times before. As a Sith Assassin, the Mon Cal relied on his blades just as much as on the Force – unlike Warriors or Sorcerers, Avreet needed both to be truly efficient due to lacking the mastery of many lightsaber forms Warriors prided themselves on, just as he did not quite reach the peak of the Dark Side’s destructive potential that was common among Sorcerers. These shortcomings granted the Mon Cal with a surprising amount of power; his arts resolved around not giving his opponent any chance of defending themselves. Not an honourable way of fighting, indeed, but one ironically providing him with the increased ability to disarm and disable his opponents in non-lethal fashion. This promised to be one of those cases, provided he emerged victorious.

“I am Darth Veles, by the way. But please,” he said, his webbed claws gently stroking the ignition button on the curved hilt resting in his flippered hand, not turning it on yet, “Call me Avreet.”

The nod that followed showed he was ready.

One unnoticeable move of his thumb and the crimson blade of plasma sprang to life with a characteristic snap-hiss all Sith and Jedi were all too familiar with. Avreet brought the red beam of energy up, right in front of his face before swinging down in a Makashi flourish, saluting his opponent. As the tip of his blade pointed towards the floor once more, Avreet offered the woman a smile, standing in an opening stance typical for Makashi.

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Location: D3
Objective Deal with [member="Haytham Kaze"]
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Republic, Jedi

Yes another lung for her chest. Raven had stood with one hand behind her back and the one holding the saber out and at the ready. When he came forward she batted it away with a decent strike before trying to land a swing overhead. Of course the padawan jumped out of the way before she could take his head clean off. Nimble, yes, but he had a lot to learn. After he jumped back she advanced, still keeping one hand behind her, as she came in she attacked with a few forward prods and pokes before adding a horizontal sweep for his abdomen. She was hoping to have him pinned against just to see what he would do next. The whole time her blue eyes seemed to contempt at the fight even she wondered if she even cared as much as the padawan.