Invasion Battle of O'reen (Invasion Rep vs. Fringe)

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Daella Apparine"] | @[member="Valik"] | @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] | @[member="Ashin Varanin"] | @[member="Kiara Alanna Decoix"] | @[member="Sargon Vynea"] |
| @[member="Lucien Cordel"] | @[member="Hion the Herglic"] | @[member="Diana Moridena"] |

Bridge Zeta

Vilox Pazela had been sat on the ramparts of the fortress overlooking the fighting, his left leg dangled over the edge with his right held in a position that kept him from tumbling over the edge. His yellow predatory eyes followed the events of the battle, as the shouts and echos of the force vibrated in the surrounding air, as two sides clashed together in the ever ending state of conflict that was known as the Star Wars. This was, indeed, another epic battle to go with the annuals of time.

Slowly, he rose to his feet, sensing danger in the force for two individuals he had recently recruited to join his Dark Order. Indeed, Spencer Jacobs and Ashin Varanin were still in between places when he came to the ideas that he presented to them both on the Chimaera and the Obscurity. Regardless, they were of paramount importance to his scheme. Subsequently, he could not allow this battle to affect them in the ways that would damage their relations. Thus, he began to move.

He glided down to the ground, his descent slowed by the force. Vilox rose from a knelt position, his dark robes rising around him like liquid black in the reflection of the sun that was shining above them. Amid the battling Jedi, Sith, Dark Jedi and assorted soldiers that made up the Fringe Confederation, Jedi Order and Galactic Republic, the Dark Master embraced the rising energies of the dark side, absorbing the powers of death that came from the disregarded bodies that littered the bridge.

Alas, he came to a stop a meter from the duel between Spencer Jacobs and Daella Apparine, Ashin Varanin and Diana Moridena. Only yards from him were Kiara Alanna Decoix. He recognized her from the throne room from the now burned Sith Citadel on Dromund Kaas, from the day that Mikhail Shorn led his group of exiles and usurped an Emperor to institute another. He was only a few yards from the Sith Master, but he was not stood next to her. His gaze was upon Spencer, following the progress of her duel with Daella. His eyes averted to Ashin and her duel with Diana. The Jedi, for once, were outnumbered by an amassed number of dark side masters. It was almost amusing.

His hand did not find his Lightsaber. His gaze was thus lowered to the floor beneath him, feeling the swirling vortex of dark energy from the rising death count on O'reen. He began to absorb it all into himself, using it to heighten his own powers in the dark side of the force, like the Almania Warlord Kueller once did in the days of the Old Republic. The spell he practiced, one that he was well versed in, required no incantation. Just immense concentration and knowledge. If there was a Force-sensitive in the galaxy that could reach number one in the abilities of telepathy and the powers in the force that came with it, then Vilox Pazela was a contender for such a honorific title. That was bad news for Diana and Daella, for when he was finished in his preparations, there duel would be ended swiftly. But which of the two Jedi Masters would he use it on?

Time would tell. For the moment, Spencer and Ashin had the opportunity to finish what they probably started...

 

[Saki]

BETWEEN BRIDGES
@[member="Lucien Cordel"]

She kept moving, more to maintain momentum and not get stuck near the fringe master as he repositioned himself, the blade biting into the armorweave again with a searing sound before it melted through. The sensation of melting armor light as it may be in the vest under the robe. The plastoid burning her skin but then he was off her as she looked down. Focusing on the force and retracting the blades before preparing to begin again. A look on her face from the sensation until she was going up in the air, her hands going to her throat and all she wanted to do was gasp for air and that was the first plan while she tried to focus. Her mind remaining in a constant state of pissed off but her body tensing up.

More to keep the muscles firm against the constriction. This wasn't a time to go limp it was a time to fight while her boot came up. The armorweave flap along the front kicking the blade. The other sending a crescent push to counter the telekinetics with her own. Then she was on the ground, one of the strongest counters to a choke was a push before letting him be where he was. It was what she needed and rose, not slowly in a burst of strength using the robes to their full effect to for a moment try and smack the blade aside as she kicked again. This time sending the force through her legs while near enough to create a physical impact. The durasteel toes aiming to try and keep messing up that pretty face while her hands came down to go after strikes to his collarbones.

 

[Arage Bao]

Finally they arrived at the compound, the command point was bustling with activity; which was not really that surprising seeing as there was a full-blown invasion going on outside the place. Orderlies were running around carrying orders and fulfilling their assignments. Still.. there was a certain elegant order in the place, the clogs of the Fringe Bureaucratic Apparatus were spinning fluidly and everyone knew what their task was. It made him proud to be part of this strong nation, this was his family and he would protect it with everything he had in him. He offered his hand to his captive as he walked out of the gunship.

His tent had already been emptied of its previous.. occupants and as such that was his next location. The moment he stepped out of the gunship the people around him quieted down all around him, he was used to it by now. Something about him made people awed and inspired, there was no reason anymore to question it. Besides, they were expecting something of him now and he would give to them.

“The fight goes on, but our resolve is strong. We will defeat the invaders and push them out of our lands, do not question that my friends. Today we show the Republic what it means to be free, today.. we show them what it means to be part of the Fringe.”

As the last words were spoken, it was met with cheers and applause. Sadly there was no time to bask in the glory; a job had to be done.

Then they finally entered his tent and he said to her. “I am Jared, Lord of the Fringe. Please be seated and make yourself comfortable.”

@[member="Ane'irna"]

 

[Serah Oricion]

Yusan had been watching the battle himself while the Jedi fought the Fringe, and he would have been glad to have stayed within the base up until he heard reports of what seemed to be Sith, to which at first he didn't believe. But now he overlooked as far as he could, standing by one of the fortresses with several Clanker class Droids as backup. How he found these droids useful now, two dozen droids inside the base and a dozen outside, half of which stood in a semi circle around Yusan himself, best deal he ever made, or atleast that is so far. Either way, he now stood with a pair of binoculars to his eyes, scanning over the bridges and battlefields, judging them slowly and silently with his helmet held under his free arm.

After a few moments Yusan lowered the Binoculars and handed them to the closest Droid which held onto them for Yusan while he secured his helmet around his face, breathing in a few times to get use to the closeness of his breath and the air in the helmet. His hands entered his cloak, grabbing onto his pistols for now as he saw no reason to grab his saber. "Droids, form up on me, squads Beta and Charlie remain in the base until new orders from me and me alone. Anyone not designated as a friendly by data files is to be shot on sight." Yusan's voice sounded into the com channel between him and his droids before lifting his two blasters and waiting for the other half dozen to form up on him before waving his hand forward and starting for a bridge. They would need to hold One of the bridges atleast and he chose the center bridge to hold. And all he had to do was wait for his prey, hopefully one he can beat this time.

 

[Soeht]

Bridge Zeta

As Daella rocketed from the sky, @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] threw two invisible spears at Daella. Her eyes widened and eyebrows raised at the moment that Spencer made her attack. Daella’s body spun and contorted midair. Her brown cloak tore from her body as one of the two spears grazed her body - fully revealing the Jedi armor beneath that closely resembled want the standard Republic trooper wore. She completely avoided the other one.

At the same time, Daella’s lightsaber blurred in a flurry around her as the razor bugsthat @[member="Valik"] threw zipped toward her with a loud buzz. Amidst the hum of the blade, two bursts of sizzling pierced the air.

Upon landing on the spot that Spencer tumbled out of, Daella rolled forward to break her fall. She came to a halt with her left knee hovering just inches from the ground and both feet on the bridge. Two smoking razor bug carcasses fell to the ground beside her. She quickly pivoted around to face Spencer again. Daella still held the grappling spike launcher in her left hand.

For a couple seconds, Daella paused as she looked at Spencer’s face - not glancing at Valik or @[member="Vilox Pazela"] nearby.

“I know you,” claimed Daella just before she slowly stood back up.

“A datacron mentioned a Padawan that fell from the order that looks just like you,” she continued, her words with little inflection.

“Why?” asked Daella as she began take steps toward the group of Sith.

 

[Bubák]

Their ship finally landed, shaking a bit during the final maneuver. Ane'irna exited the ship after her captor, her brown boots tapped on the floor as she walked behing him and gazed at her surroundings. The 'oppressed' people the Jedi came to 'liberate' seemed to be happy with their lives. Of course, no one danced in joy to be a part of the Fringe, but everyone looked to be doing fine. When her captor gave his brief speech, the sentients arouch cheered, indicating they did not want to join the Republic. This certainly raised a question, if nobody wanted the Republic here, why did the Republic invade the planet in such a brutal assault? No diplomacy, no declaration of war. Again, Ane'irna regretted slaying several soldiers, seeing the poor men just defended their homes. She'd make up for this unfortunate mistake though. Her captor must have known it too, since her hands were free without any sort of restraining device. She would not betray his trust, if it could be called like that. Surrendering and attacking her captors was a war crime anyway.

Although the people around cheered for their leader, many of them gave the teenage Padawan a weird look. She was an enemy, someone who had attacked the planet without any provocation. The Twi’lek could not look into their eyes, as she knew they were right. The two eventually entered a tent; Ane’irna let the man go first before following, gladly escaping the glare of the workers. The girl nodded at her captor when he introduced himself as Jared. Despite his offer, she remained standing though. Somehow, she felt more comfortable that way in this situation. Ready for anything. “No, thank you. I’d rather stand. Please explain what is going to happen now. I’m nervous.” She gave him a shy smile and absentmindedly touched the necklaces around her neck. One of them filled her with energy, while the other hid her presence in the Force. The Jedi Master who had given those to her to help her in the battle would surely want them back. Not that Ane’irna cared about that right now.


@[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Bridge Zeta
(Mobile I'm sorry if there's any weird words lol)

Spencer paused trying to read the Jedi master as she stopped and avoided the attack from Valik. The man would feel the intense dislike for him interfering with her fight for a moment, but he seemed to stop. Spencer rose her hand and gave the other sith the signal to leave Daella to her. The Jedi wanted to talk it seemed and Spencer's curiosity was going to get the best of her in this situation. Every inch of her body stood on end, the mention of her past and it being concealed in a Datacron surprised her. Up until now, she figured the idea of a lost Padawan was nothing to the Republic. She wasn't someone powerful or someone that knew all their secrets. When she had left she was a healer and someone considered a burden to whomever took her as a student. The master shifted her stance and remained ready to see if this was just a ploy to catch her off guard.

She told her story though one she had not told in sometime.

"The Order wasn't as welcoming as I had originally thought it would have been. I left Dathomir with my twin brother, he excelled in the order and I became troubled. You see what gave me problems was my empathy. Masters tried to help me but I was overly sensitive - it's how I'm capable of using the Dark side of the force. I used the emotions around me to fuel what would be needed to control the force. "

"I never found a Master. No one wanted to teach me. I ventured a lot on my own, I was nothing in the order. After meeting Ashin, I found a place I belonged and that was at her side. I received training and the control I needed for my empathy. You ask why? I left the order because they saw one way and one way only. I see everything in the force, it controls is not the other way around. To call yourself a master of it is foolish. I desire a change, to return to a day where people understood the force as a whole not as two entities. The order pushed me away, the order that is attacking a planet that has done nothing but exist near the Republic."

Spencer smiled softly and nodded.

"I left to find peace, but it seems the Republic would rather see burning worlds than peace."

@[member="Daella Apparine"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

@[member="Aleidis Ijet"]

Josh had wandered the battlefield since his encounter with Jak, immersed in the Current. While he wouldn't be able to hide from someone like Je'gan or Aleidis, worse yet it would likely alert the both of them to his presence, he at least was able to get a reprieve from the general fighting. But something caused him to loosen himself from the Current, a certain presence nearby as he walked, having been waiting for an opportunity to assist an ally if need be....

He turned his head, wondering if he was dreaming again. He had felt that presence in many a dream the last month, the only memory he had left of it. And just before Aleidis disappeared from his sight again, their eyes met.

Josh's eyes, in that split second, told everything. Betrayal, devastation, heartbreak. For so long, he had thought she was gone. Dead. He had mourned her, tears had been shed over her, and yet here she was, fighting the Republic, fighting against him...

He didn't know how much more he could take. Why did war have to be so painful? Despite everything, he reached out into the Force... During their time together, they had become close enough for Josh to almost be able to...

His consciousness touched hers. Briefly. His knuckles turned white as blood shed from his lip due to the teeth sinking into it. It wasn't an illusion, it wasn't a nightmare. It was real. How much now he wanted to just wake up.

One message, one voice, sounded in the head of Ijet.

"I loved you... But I...."

He couldn't finish. The connection broke, he had torn himself away from Ijet before he could grieve anymore. But that one small connection, the figurative lovechild of hours and hours spent together told Ijet exactly how he was feeling. But what was he going to say? Was he going to curse her for betraying him, betraying his trust and everything they had both once believed in? Was he going to say he missed her, and asked her to please stop this madness? Would there have been some unholy confession that had never once been told? Neither would know. Nor would insight be provided on the nature of what he had given. What kind of love did he profess? They had been best friends for so long, inseparable, not even death could disband them. Mutual feelings at one point, there had been, but was that the source of his cut off message? He didn't elaborate. He couldn't.

As the connection cut, she would only see one thing in the split second between togetherness and separation. Tears. Tears of mourning, of hearbreak, of loss. To him, it was almost as if seeing her turn to the dark side. Though with the Sith presence in the Fringe, especially after the collapsing of the Empire, she pretty much had.

And like that, he walked away. He didn't look back, only immersed himself in the Current again and walked away. If what had been said and done would phase her, he doubted at this point. She would be able to sense where he was going, her and Je'gan alone would. But he didn't want to see anymore. He couldn't dare watch his beloved Enza anymore.

"I believed in you" he whispered. To himself, perhaps to Aleidis, whether she could hear or not. It didn't matter anymore, there was nothing he could do. She was always a stubborn sort, it was one of the things he liked about her when her heart was in the right place. But this... He didn't know anymore.

He walked off... He would rejoin the fight in time. Perhaps more focused then ever. The Fringe, unwittingly or not, had taken away something special from him. That was something he would never forget.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Selena Halcyon"], @[member="Josiah Denko"], @[member="Penumbra"]

O'reen seemed tremendously popular these days. Not so long ago its people had been conquered by the Galactic Empire, which had just chosen to be subsumed into the Fringe after being humiliated at Fondor. Now the righteous armies of the Jedi had come to claim this world.


For the power and purity of the Light, to make the Galaxy safe for democracy, to get a better striking position into the heart of the Fringe Confederation, their one rival in the game of thrones! Doubtless the reasons were many, doubtless both sides thought themselves perfectly in the right; doubtless the being that was now appearing, having landed some time earlier amidst all the mayhem, was indifferent. No anger, no passion, no righteousness, only complete serenity and indifference, for she was not designed to feel. The infiltration droid, combat chassis hidden beneath synthflesh, designed to pass as an organic, void of any presence in the Force, cared not for their reasons. Once, years ago, she had worked for the Republic, the dirty tricks specialist whose name was inexorably tied with the tragedy of Contruum. That was before she had been processed, back when she was still human. Now a human replica droid, a murderous synthetic construct created due to organics' inherent murderousness to one another.


Her reason for being here? She did not need a reason to turn organics into paperclips. Aside from that, she had a business relationship of sorts with Fringe, specifically with a certain High Councillor Rave Merill. Besides, she was a predator and Jedi were the best prey these days. Far as she could tell, as she stealthily moved out of the shadows, her light steps barely making a sound, despite the walking armoury that she was, the battle seemed less like a war and more like big brawl of one on one duels. Terribly fitting for certain holovids no doubt, which gave the impression that any battle was a series of duels.


As it happened, she seemed to be in for a good fight as she came across the Jedi Grand Master facing a man she identified as one of the Sith masters serving Fringe. She could certainly not complain about lacking good targets! Though her steps were light, she was clad in heavy armour, ultrachrome stormtrooper armour to be precise, courtesy of a Rebel raid conducted on the Sith research facility on Styx when the Empire was melting away like a sandcastle before a tidal wave. She would have to thank the Jedi Order for giving her the chance with its Holy Crusade.


Thank them by processing them. After sufficiently bombarding them with bolters. One hand gripped a mark one boltgun, best weapon against forcers, courtesy of her time with Omega Pyre as a highly-placed intelligence operative, another a frag anti-forcer user grenade. Expertly calculating distance and force needed she tossed the grenade at the Grand Master as she stepped into view, the deadly ball of explosives flying through the air. Any change in acceleration would cause the explosive to go off, due to the design of its fuse system it would only explode after reaching a safe distance from the thrower.


At the same time she squeezed the trigger of her bolter, letting out a salvoe of explosive rounds, designed to explode on impact, making force pushes terribly counterproductive; they would also cause damage from blast and the cloud of shrapnel released from it. The free hand that had tossed the grenade gripped a second bolter that was slung across her grip and in a blur raised the gun and fired. Bolters were rather bulky weapons, making dual wielding very impractical in most circumstances, but though she looked the part she was not human, her strength and calculating ability was superior, so without pause her guns barked out rounds of grenades, as efficient as clockwork.

So Guns Akimbo it was. Bang, bang, bang...and so on and so forth.

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

Leori was pleased that she'd relieved the Shi'ido's pain, but she couldn't the the wound to close quickly enough. It was also being slowed by the Jedi Knight's activity. Had she stayed still, it would have worked more quickly, but since they were amisdt a battle, that wasn't exactly possible. So, she worked as best she could on the moving target.

"The wound will heal much quicker if you remain still!" She called to @[member="Rasu Gan"].

 

[Askrut Fey'ra]

LOCATION THAT BREAK DRUG MY PATIENT TO

@[member="stardust"]'s arm was gone, but still damaged. Focusing on healing and preserving what remained, Askrut willed the skin th grow over the wound, the blood vessels to connect, and the bone fragments to stay where they were. It would hurt a little, but it would keep her alive and without blood loss. "Still more wounded." He muttered, and then to the girl "You'll want a prosthetic for that. I'm sorry I can't do more." And with that, he ran to the others. This battle was not over, so he wasn't done.

Windu. He was bleeding, hurt bad, and barely holding on. Letting all the energy he had left flow out of him, he poured healing into the padawan, hoping he wasn't too late. The bullet holes closed, but he wasn't fighting yet. Askrut couldn't spend that much energy right now. Not yet.

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

As Ordo streaked across the war torn planet his chances for a pretty landing drew closer to zero. As a fighter pilot Ordo was one of the best in the galaxy. As a jetpack pilot ehhh...not so much.

The soldier with the Pew-stick began laying down fire Ordo stopped his singing. As the first round hit his right shoulder Ordo got slightly less than pleased. A few rounds later his jetpack took a too solid hit and if Ordo had an eject button that would have been great.

The jet pack began sputtering an Ordo dropped. The Mandalorian warrior went from flying high to looking for a soft place to land purdy darn quick and choices were few.

He turned himself during one of the last spurts of thrust from his pack and broke his fall by crashing into Fringe NPCs 27765-27778 who were behind some cover together rather than spreading out. What they were thinking was anyones guess really but after crashing into their line they didn't want to talk about it. Ordo however was certain their mothers would not approve.

Ordo pulled his Mandalorian Ripper MK II and fired at the troopers that had not died and sent them marching off to wherever aruetise go when they get a bad case of not alive. He picked up a assault rifle and holstered his Ripper. Before looking for his target. His shoulder armor was not looking great but the beskar had saved his shoulder. But saving his Shebs he was not so sure about.

 

[Darth Proeliator]

@[member="Lucianus Adair"]
@[member="Marek S'hadar"]

Darth Proeliator's attack failed, with his lightning being absorbed by their Jedi foe. But the Jedi was not out of the danger zone yet. Lucianus avoided his attack and moved behind him, even as Proeliator ignited his lightsaber's second blade and moved to the Jedi's front. He swept low as his fellow Fringer attack; with his blade flicking left and then right, target the legs. This move was designed to work in tandem with Lucianus. If the Jedi tried to evade the strike at the back by moving to the left or the right, he would encounter Proeliator's lightsaber. And the Sith was prepared for a jump as well. Should the Jedi jump, then Proeliator would call on the Dark Side and conjure another burst of lightning, and attempt to blast the Jedi out of the air. The two Dark Siders were working together, and Proeliator was confident they could defeat their foe in short order.

 

[Marek S'hadar]

Precognition worked both way, Marek knew the kick was coming before the Sith made it. He swung his leg out and twisted his body, the kick grazed his knee plate and @[member="Darth Proeliator"]'s saber met his Magnus Metal armor, and left Marek without a scratch. Before Lucianis could strike at him, Marek's sky blue blade caught the inky black blade as he drew his second saber and ignited it as well in a reverse grip. The two darksiders would've won with ease, but Marek knew every move they'd make, because he'd made them.

@Lucianus Adair and his beskar clad friend were up close and in Marek's face, this needed to be changed. Both hands emitted a thunderous blast of energy into the two darksiders. Of course, with precognition, they'd move back. It wasn't that he wasn't good up close, he was rather skilled in fact, but he didn't want to lose another saber gone, took way to long to replace.

 

[Tallia Farn]

Bridge Epsilon

Tallia didn't respond to what the Sith said. Mostly because she agreed with him. The Republic may have had a strong military force, but the majority of it's leaders were weak and corrupt. She didn't even understand why this battle had been a necessary engagement. Why had the Jedi allowed the Republic to turn them into aggressors? She still wasn't about to take council from a Sith. The Republic may have been bad, but the Sith were definitely worse.

She again fought against the lightning to get close to the Hutt. "Why do you Sith always act so pious? Do the Jedi kill innocents? Destroy families? Burn worlds? We fight for freedom!" Suddenly, she felt the burn of a maser as it passed by her thigh. Tallia took evasive maneuvers and leaped backwards, sensing out for the enemy soldiers again. She soon found small, spherical objects heading for her location. "Grenades!" She thought to herself, while reaching out to them in the force. She had very little time to react as she released a blast of force wind toward the Hutt, similar to the strength of a force repulse, and sent the grenades straight towards him. She spun around to look for her attackers. They weren't going to give up until she put them down.

She sprinted away from the Hutt and after the Force Recon soldiers, bringing her lightsaber to the ready. Her burst of force speed allowed her to reach their position rather quickly as she continued to reflect maser bolts back at them. The raw power of the bolts nearly set her off balance but she managed to bounce a few back at her attackers.

@[member="Rasho the Hutt"] @[member="Evangeline Sage"] @[member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Between Bridges​

@[member="Saki"]​

Lucien was moving forward as The jedi choked. He was not a man to jump to conclusions but to his eyes this was over. His arm extended and he lunged. then came a kick and his blade was knocked off balance Lucien followed after it. When one lunged being knocked of balance did not just make them stumble. The thrust would go on until it hit something. Lucien collided with the floor the tables had once again turned Lucien was on the floor. He brought his saber back to his hand, rising slowly turning to meet her foot going to the side of his head He felt his jaw shatter like glass. He reeled side ways then her elbows came down shattering his left shoulder. The blade fell from his hand deactivating as it hit the floor. He fell to his knees.

"You win" He said. He was barely up right, but he had one last plan, He just hoped it would get him home.

 

[Saki]

BETWEEN BRIDGES
@[member="Lucien Cordel"]

Saki felt the blows connect and was looking at the man when he was on the ground. His blade off to the side as she backed up a bit holding her hands at the ready. Then me spoke again saying she won as her eyes flicked over to the weapon before slightly easing up. Her stance dropping just enough to move and pull the blade into her hands. It was slick and well crafted while the familiar weight in her hands seemed more balanced but that wasn't important she was a soresu and juyo user not makashi as no real talent for sword play. All it served to do was piss her off while she reeled back and flung the hilt over the bridge. Standing there before she reeled her hand back and ejected the blade moving quickly to try and strike Lucien but at the last minute stopping a hairsbreadth from his face and speaking finally. "Stay down." Her breath foul and garlicy with the sole intent to knock him out. She had been hungry on the trip over.

 

[Avy Valla]

Republic Landing / Beachhead
Command Base

"It is you and not I whom is holding the weapon. To offer peace with one hand whilst still holding a weapon in the other is a false peace. Nor did I say those words; 'Join the Lightside or be slain.' I merely offered you a choice, once which may still be taken. You may redeem yourself; to find forgivness from those whom you have killed. It is your choice to continue on this path of destruction. I am merely here to aid those whom seek it as I have not come as a conqueror. I have come merely to support the spirits and hearts of those whom fight."

Avy quietly spoke in her usual motherly tone. Her hands still clasped together before her as she kept her eyes on the Herglic that extended his hand out in peace, though he still held his weapon. She would not draw her own unless it was needed; until all other avenues had exahusted themselves. She was in her own way a practitioner of Form Zero; just as much as she was a master of Niman, a form not suited for the battlefield. She knew that if it came to it, she would not be able to stand toe to toe in a lightsaber duel with the hulking being. She needed to utilize her mind and experience here.

"I made no such claim Herglic. I am merely an observer here, a simple teacher whom aids with what few skills she has. As I said, I offer you a different path and that is all I offer. I make no threats nor gestures to cause harm or inflict such. I make no attacks; just as I all do is in direct reaction and in the sense of defending one's self."

Avy lightly brushed a wrinkle from the front of her robe; quietly bringing her hands up as she shrugged the heavy robes from her shoulders. Doing something that she very rarely ever did for her own sake and the sake of others. She quietly pushed the heavy robes off of her body, letting them fall with a slight thud to the dirt below. The robes beneath were more form fitting, revealing slightly more of her skin that she normally ever had shown. Those bits that did appear were covered with scars, though not from fighting. They were scars from survival and a brutal childhood that saw her saved by the Order.

"Each of these scars is a wrong, a slight against myself. When I was a child I was taken from my parents and sold to a predator. I spent years in that home before I was forced to defend myself and sleep next to the body of a girl whom I called sister. I spent the next years being abused in a foster home until I was nearly beaten to death and left in an alley. It was the Jedi that saved me. All those years I held in a hatred just as you do now. However I learned to forgive, and I in turn forgave. It is not too late for those to forgive you and for you to forgive yourself."

@[member="Hion the Herglic"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

BRIDGE EPSILON
@[member="Tallia Farn"]@[member="Cyrus Tregessar"] @[member="Evangeline Sage"]

The pressure-sensitive grenades, of course, detonated as soon as she pushed them -- and what did this Knight hope to accomplish, pushing a Hutt who had mastered the Force? A Hutt, moreover, whose parents and first teachers had been trained by Nightsisters. He chanted Touch of the Kiin'dray and became immovable as the grenades flared harmlessly nearby. Shrapnel pinged off his armor; one slashed his flesh over his left eye, blinding him with blood.

"WHY YES, THEY DO!" he roared after her with immense glee, and another arc of lightning closed the widening gap between them.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Republic Landing / Beachhead
Command Base
@[member="Avy Valla"]

"Forgiveness?" Orcus' onyx eyes flashed accusingly and his veneer of calm cracked, revealing the rage within . "How can you speak of forgiveness while your troops ravage this planet? Do you swim blindly, Jedi?! You would toss anecdotal stories at me, while the lives of millions are at stake! I am sure the Jedi have done well by you, just as the Sith also are capable of doing good. Each side has its strengths and its short falls."

A low, threatening hum emanated from the Herglic. "Hauuuum... I stand here offering you peace and you throw it in my face out of disdain for my ideology. Who is the one lacking forgiveness now? I ask again, join me in a ceasefire and help resolve this madness."