Behind Enemy Lines (GR Dominion of Roche)

[Willam Forlon]

Location: Shipyard main hanger
Objective: Assault the shipyard
Allies: Republic, Jedi, Empire, Rebel Alliance
Enemies: Pirates

The Heavy Blaster cannon lashed out at the pirates in the distance. An explosion threw bodies across the hanger as one of the bolts found its way through the protective plating of a fuel tank. Willam fired off a group or rounds hitting a man in the center mass dropping him as he attempted to rush the 222nds position. Three droids walked out from behind a blastdoor and began firing on the Republic marines.

"Furguson! Ion grenades there!" Forlon pointed at the droids laying down a steady stream of blaster fire. From behind him Forlon heard the thud of the grenade launcher and watched as the ion grenades swooped over head and slammed into the droid in the distance exploding in a frenzy of sparks and arching blue white fire. Instantly the barrage of blaster bolts from the droids extinguished and the metal arms of the droids fell silently to their side.

The explosion of ionic energy gave Forlon the distraction he needed. the Pirates scuttled to recover but it was too late. Forlon had stood up and given the order. "Advance!"

All across the main hanger of the shipyard the 1st company of the 222nd Rapid Response Corps were Running and firing on the Pirates now retreating into the station. The few who held their ground paying the ultimate price for their bravery and devotion to their Pirate lords. The last of the pirates ran into the shipyards main complex and the door slide shut and locked behind him.

"First Platoon, Set breaching charges on this door. Get that tin can cracked open and move in and secure the communications room.. Platoon two secure the hanger make sure we do not have any stragglers hiding around. Platoon three with me!" Willam made his way back to the three transports sitting on the edge of the hanger. His platoon boarded with him being the last boots off the hanger deck. The door shut and the transport shot out into space once again en route for the secondary surplus and supply hanger of the shipyard.

"Badger to blackjack, we have secured the main hanger and are proceeding to secondary objective." Forlon waited for the reply then grabbed the handle and held tight as once again flak shook the transport. The trip was a short one but there was still no reprieve from the pirates incessant stubbornness to keep fighting.

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[Figure In White]

Location: Roche System
Objective: Take Out Pirate Fleet
Allies: [member="Lash"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Vitor Imperieuse"]
Enemies: Pirates

"Avenger in range of main guns. Forward shields reporting damage, but holding at a minimum of seventy percent."

Mason held up his hand to indicate that they should wait. A hail came from an outside vessel, but he ignored it. They were too busy in position on the Avenger for him to take his mind off of the attack in time to respond to a summons of IFF's. What kind of idiot wouldn't have IFF signatures anyway? He shook his head and continued to focus on the Avenger in front of them. It was clearly not at full capacity, but it was still dangerous.

A tilt of his hand gave direction. The ship began to turn, bringing its side to bear on the Avenger. More contacts emerged as this came to be. He was aware that more ships would be arriving from the Republic forces. He'd been privy to such. Let them come. His eyes never left the target.

At 1/4 turned, he closed his fist. Instantly, the main guns were given the command to fire. In a display of brutality, the guns began firing. Among them some of the more powerful variety. Guns designed to be devastating in close proximity to an enemy vessel. Each blast lanced out at the Avenger, striking the shields, weakening them. Meanwhile, the shields the Avenger now faced were fresh. They were safe. They would hold for quite a while.

"Inform Admiral Lash that we have engaged the Avenger."

"Yes, sir."

"Maintain bombardment. Engines to one eighth thrust. Continue bombardment."

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[Mantic Dorn]

Location: Approaching dock of the space station​

Objective: Assault the space station​

Allies: Galactic Republic​

Enemies: Pirates​

Post 1/20​

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With the cruisers exiting hyperspace the smaller fighters left their safe harbors ad darted like tiny blue wasps through space toward the sapce station ahead.​

Mantic had buckled in and allowed the automated piloting system handle most of the actual flying. This was not the most comfortable position for the jedi who was very much inexperienced in handling space vessels. Never the less, he was not out here to dog fight.​

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"This is viper team Alpha approaching hangar bay 13 for boarding and securing. We expect ETA in ... ​

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"17 seconds...."​

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Mantic took a deep breath and prepared for the landing procedures. It would be a pretty clumsy one and he was not sure if this would have been his most prefered approach.​

But as things were unfolding this attack was coordinated with haste and the jedi still following the Republic had to make a firm show that they were not faltering in their belief.​

The ships, all carrying jedis of their own was covered by the far more skilled republic naval pilots and officers.​

This small task force of jedi's objective would be to enter the hangar and clearit for republic troops to land in reinforcement. Once that was done they would proceed further inside the station and assist the take over.​

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Noticing their bravery made Mantic remember why the fight was worth it. These were the free people of the Republic and to whatever end, the idea of this alliance of planets had to be protected.​

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"Padawans, remember your training and no not stray too far from my side. Together we can help each other better." he communicated to those of his padawans that had chosen to follow on this mission.​

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Then the ships broke through the stations exterior defenses and came crashing down unto the metal floor of the hangar...​

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[member="Illyana Nightshade"] [member="Rafeesh"] [member="Aston Jacobs"] [member="Varius"]​

 

[Onrai]

2/20

Location: Roche System
Objective: Take Out Pirate Fleet
Allies: [member="Lash"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Mason Deschart"]
Enemies: Pirates

The Vindication opened up with its long range weaponry upon the pirate vessel. Though minimal damage appeared to have been inflicted, droids were already loading a large number of the assault concussion missile launchers with ammunition, and a wave of Scrapmetal drones had been released for use against any other pirate ships thanks to their internal explosive bays. There was really no reason to use them for anything else.

"Sir, ships are getting cleared out."

"Good. Fething pirates..."

 

[Lash]

Location: Roche System
Objective: Take Out Pirate Fleet
Allies: [member="Ella Nova"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Mason Deschart"]
Enemies: Pirates

Lash watched the two frigates and the massive assault ship in the distance now engaged in close quarters fighting with the pirate fighters. The Bastions own fighters were making way in dispatching them but the pirates seemed to have a never ending supply of them. The massive Bastion was moving is at top speed and had just reached normal weapons range when a warning klaxon sounded and Lashes tactical officer spoke.

"Con, new contacts bearing 240 by 95. Large signal contact with multiple smaller signatures. Also one single vessel at 196 by 87 which has ask for IFF verification."

Lash looked over the new data scrolling down his display. The new contacts behind him he knew to be Master Raaf and the Aurora fleet. The other he did not know. It seemed to have launched attack craft which were now moving towards the main body of the pirate fleet.

"Tactical, paint our new guest and plot a solution but do not engage. It seems they are here to assist."

The Chiss officer nodded and did as ordered. IN the distance Lash could see the firestorm of anti fighter batteries striking out at the bombers the pirates had now found pulled out of what ever hat they had been hiding them in. The craft were moving to make a run on the Evakmar but had a terrible surprise in store for them. The assault ship let off two volleys of homing cluster missiles. The warhead split into five smaller projectiles and locked onto the bombers now setting up for a run. The twenty warheads locked on and slammed into the bombers breaking up the run and destroying twelve of the pirate craft. The remaining bombers veered away and sped off by through the cloud of fighters and anti attack craft fire from the frigates taking out three more.

The group had not reached the range of the pirate frigates and the massive destroyer commandeered by them. The batteries of the vessel opened up on the frigate flanking the port side of the Evakmar. the smaller ship struggled to return fire as the larger destroyer bracketed it and pounded its its shield to nothing. The frigate redoubled its shields to the port but it was too late. the heavy fire found its mark and the port side of the frigate exploded as heavy barrage of the destroyer ripped through its armor.

The Pirates had drawn the first blood but the fight was far from over. Admiral Deschart we moving in for the kill. Lash could see what the old human was doing. He turned to his tactical officer and spoke.

"Target the frigates with all forward weapons. Inform the lone ship in the distance who we are and thank them for their assistance." Lash went back to watching the battle in the distance. The green and blue bolts of energy shot out into the distance and the smaller frigates now lining up to protect the larger destroyer. Soon there would be nothing left of them. For now he was content with watching their shields ripple under the concentrated firepower of the Bastion.

6/20

 

[Commander Lusk]

Location: Space station hanger
Objective: Save the queen
Unit: Spaarti Republic Commandos
3/20

With pirates and ships exploding everywhere the clone commandos finished off the Pirates and ships within the hanger ensuring that they would not come out to endanger republic naval personnel. Lusk with his grenades depleted walked back to his squad of commandos occasionally putting a few slugs in wounded pirates on his way back. It was safe to say the commandos weren't much of humanitarians, prisoners only cost more money to care for, and in this current time there wasn't a lot of space or credits floating around in the republic.

"On me commandos." Lusk said as he checked his ammo counter.

Still being in the green the clone and his brothers proceeded to push into the halls of the station. They had not been given the location of the Queen and were simply on a sweep and clear mission until they found her. It was going to be a tough task wading through pirates until they found the queen, but that was why they were the commandos and not the simply grunts.

"Stay frosty." Lusk whispered as explosions were going off elsewhere on the station.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location: Hangar 13
Objective: Assault the space station
Allies: Galactic Republic
Enemies: Pirates
Post 2/20

Mantics ship came sliding across the floor and ran over several crates of unknown content that was being spread across the floor. Immediately blaster fire opened up against the sudden intrussion as hangar security personell rushed to stations.
The cock pit came open and Mantic leaped out of it. His saber igniting in mid air the first pirate simply fell silent. the jedi landed next to him and drove his sword through the belly of the soldier who collapsed on the floor. With a swift movement Mantic then pressed his left foot back and made a round moving motion with his right foot allowing him to encircle a second enemy who hit the floor with a severed head left behind.

The third soldier tapped his helmet.

"We got jedi in hang.... gnh...." the slash over his chest killed him immediately.
however, the first surprise was over and the defenders were locating their enemies positions. Mantic held his sword high as the intense firing barrage was drawing closer to him.

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[member="Rafeesh"] [member="Varius"] [member="Illyana Nightshade"] [member="Aston Jacobs"]​

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Location: Space Station Hangar 3
Objective 2: Assault the space station
Allies: @Janira Fenni [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Enemies: Pirates

"Roger that, opening a window." With a simple flick of his wrist the pilot propelled the dropship towards the space station. Four other ships would follow and aid in the attack. Once they were in within distance, the exterior defence weaponry of the station would begin to pummel the deflector shields of the rapidly approaching ships. The constant impacts of the red plasma put the shield generators to the test, but for now it seemed they were okay.

The hangar the ships were approaching currently had it's blast doors closed. Time to change that. Almost simultaneously the entirety of the five ship's weaponry was unleashed. Dozens of torpedoes and missiles neared the hangar. Upon impact the doors would be ripped from their place and thrown into the path of the dropships. All it took was a swift move from the pilot to avoid colliding with the hunks of durasteel head on. Now there was nothing stopping them from reaching their landing zone. After much anticipation the dropships met the floor of the hangar. Small arms blaster fire rained onto the immobilised ships. However, they weaponry being used simple lacked the fire power necessary to penetrate or do any lasting damage.

All five loading bay doors hit the ground with a metallic clang and the soldiers who had been waiting inside poured out. Many got hit by the hail of blaster fire whilst looking for suitable cover in this rather plain hangar floor. This current position was not one they could hold for any extended length of time. "I would recommend making your move now. We seem to have their attention" The Lieutenant would shout down his comm system.


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[Onrai]

3/20

Location: Roche System
Objective: Take Out Pirate Fleet
Allies: [member="Lash"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Mason Deschart"]
Enemies: Pirates

The Eightguns swerved through a mostly mined out asteroid, flying toward a hostile target. An old Y-Wing of the pirates found itself in the sights of the eight laser cannons of the large fighter. The result was devastating - serious damage was inflicted as an engine exploded, the remains of the fighter flying away in a spiral.

"We need to get closer to that enemy flagship so we can hit them with a missile broadside."

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location: Hangar 13
Objective: Assault the space station
Allies: Galactic Republic
Enemies: Pirates
Post 3/20

The hangar was being lit up by blaster fire and sirens sounding their alarms. Mantic deflected several shots, some of them bouncing back toward the shooter but most of the were simply sent on hissing toward the ceiling or floor.

There were a rather large squadron of troops protecting the hangar and Mantic started to supsect that there might something else that they wished to protect in here.
He ducked in behind a few crates trying to focus the incoming fire to one side only. It gave him a respite to open his mind and seek for signs of anything unexpected in here. He blinked as something bristled through the air just above his head. An explosion was heard.

Heavy troopers? then a second projectile swooshed past. A missile...

 

[Lash]

Location: Roche Asteroids
Objective: Engage Pirate fleet
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Mason Deschart"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"]
Enemies: Pirate fleet

Lash watched the shields of the front pirate frigate crumble and collapse under the the constant barrage of the Bastion. The frigates hull crackled and gave way to the energy lancing out at it buckling and scorching as super heated metal warped and convulsed as the turbolasers ripped through the ship. The internal magazine exploded in a brilliant show of light and power eclipsing the ship in a fireball. The vacuum of space quickly extinguished the blast leaving two indistinguishable metal asteroids that wee once the pirate frigate. Hundreds of lives gone in an instant of hellish fire and freezing cold of space.

"Admiral, We have a message from Admiral Deschart" The communications officer informed lash of the message then awaited the Chiss admirals response.

"Put it through lieutenant." The communications officer informed lash and dispatched the transmission to his chairs video display. A moment later a human officers face popped up on the display

"Admiral, Admiral Deschart wanted me to relay to you he was beginning his attack on the destroyer." Lash nodded and cut the transmission and returned his attentions to the battle. The two shattered hull sections that had been the pirate frigate were not listing apart and away from each other. Fires still burned away what little oxygen was left inside the ship.

"Tactical, Target the second of the frigates." A flash of light paused Lash as the a volley of torpedoes went off across the front shields of the Bastion. The shields held against the attack and rippled for a moment then abated.

"Commander Recall the fighters. have them engage these pirate fighters." The Chiss CAG nodded and went about his chore. Lash watched as the batteries of Bastion now sought out its second victim. The second of the frigates was not attempting to move in behind one of the now dead pirate frigates two hull slags for protection. Lash grinned as the desperate maneuver. HE mused of the creature in the distance and his inferior intellect. His smile was shortly gripped in tension as the proximity klaxons once again sounded.

"Con, new contact, I do not think they are ours Admiral. I have three heavy cruisers and four frigates on the back side of the station."

Lash looked out beyond the battle at the new ships in the distance. They were ancient class ships lash had not seen outside a museum.

"Helm divert power from weapons to engines. we need to close fast."




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[Rexus Drath]

Everything was going according to plan. The pirates were dying left and right, and the Jedi were moving deeper into the shipyards and space station. The republic had fallen into the trap that was the Roche asteroids and they had to know it, and what was so much more fun was that they were charging it. The darkness of death radiated in the air, it curled and oozed into a wound that slowly bleed out onto the ground and it was oh so

"Delicious." A metallic dark voice said that echoed outwards.

Deep within the space station mess hall a tall looming figure stood over a frightened queen and her servants. Bound and gagged the figure looked down at them from behind its mask, and thought it could not be seen a sick and twisted grin could all but be felt as the expression the figure would wear.

The figure stepped forward and knelt down in front of one of a tied up pirate and gently brushed a hand against the humanoid's face. Running its fingers through her hair it let off a small chuckle that could be compared to the dry hissing of a Malk content with playing with its prey.

"Can you feel it child? The beauty of it all? The darkness..." The figure said calmly as it reached towards its side.

"We all come from it child, and we will all return to it. I am only your ferryman." The figure said as it produced a sick dagger from its side.

The woman let out a muffled scream as the figure took the knife and pressed it to her chest. Struggling and squirming against the knife the figure lowered it to her bound hands and used it to cut her hands loose. The woman sat there stunned as the the figure then cut her legs free.

"Have no fear child, you will be free soon." The woman's face relaxed slightly as it seemed she was being released.

But within a flash her eyes went wide for a moment and her body tensed. The knife that was once in the figures hand now lay in her chest, blood pooled and her body quickly relaxed forward into death. But it that would of been a mercy, no, her pain would not be over.

With a deep metallic inhale a light blue fog came floating from the woman's mouth and into the filters of the figure's mask. There was a pause before the specter placed his forehead against the corpses and exhaled a red smoke that filled the eyes of the body of the former pirate.

Her eyes opened into pure white pupils and her body rose with the knife still embedded into her heart. The specter pulled the knife from its place and looked down upon its new servant.

"Go, spread the gospel my child." The ghost said as the zombie began to run down a darkened hallway out of the mess hall.

The specter paused and looked down at the the other pirates and insectoid verpines Queen and all.

"Whose next?" ​

Spoiler

4/20 Ignore the tags and name. They are currently being switched over. Pretend the name is Requiem and the tags say Sith Lord and ghost

 

[Figure In White]

Location: Roche System
Objective: Save the Queen
Allies: [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] | [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies: Pirates | [member="Rexus Drath"]

As soon as the diversion was initiated, the shuttle moved into position, docking with the station at a small airlock that was largely used for surface repair work. Janira stood at hatch, waiting for it to iris open once the lock was secure. All things considered, they should be in good condition. Pirates were pirates. They tended to roll for the straight and forward, as they weren't really military minds. Though she suspected that there were a lot of former Republic mixed in with this group.

When the hatch irised open, she dropped through it, touching lightly onto the floor below. She held the hilt of an energy sword in her hand as she looked up and down the hall, crouched low. She saw no one. Likely they'd all gone towards the initial incursions. That was stupid. But like she knew, they weren't smart.

A wave of her hand and the others dropped through, including the droids. She wiggled her hand, fingers spread wide. They began to fan out through the facility in search of their target. She tapped her comm twice to signal to Jaccer that they were in, and then took off down the hall. She had initially suspected that they would keep the queen hidden deep within the facility, somewhere that few could reach. Perhaps the quarters of the main commander, which could be sealed off. As she rounded a bend, though, she was just in time to see a man, armored, standing within the mess hall, and unleashing a woman down one of the halls.

The armor alone spoke wonders. But she also knew that none of the Republic had made it this far yet. She activated her energy blade and moved forward slowly, cautiously, weighing her options and gauging this foe. She said not a word.

6/20

 

[Aston Jacobs]

Location: Hangar 13
Objective: Assault the space station
Allies: Galactic Republic-[member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies: Pirates
Post 1/20

"Always do, Master." Aston said with a small chuckle as their ships broke through and his crashed towards the metal surface. As soon as it came skidding to a halt a array of blaster fire opened up in the hangar. Aston unbuckled himself as the cockpit opened up and he jumped towards the ground his lightsaber activating before and immediately began to twirl the blade and deflect the array of fire that was aimed towards him. Aston moved forward quickly and dispatched the few soldiers that were next to him. Aston hand moved to his left and a solid force push was sent towards a group and the trio of soldiers were sent flying backwards landing in crumpled heap.

Aston used the force as he sped towards his master with aide of the force, looking to avoid the explosion around.

"Master, quite the fight we have ahead us." Aston said in a hopeful voice.

 

[Sayl Bane]

(1/20)

The iron tang of blood permeated the air, seeming almost tangible in those few moments after the death and resurrection of the handmaiden. It was something that still repulsed Sayl despite the turn of events that had led her here, allying her with a Sith Lord, standing as his apprentice no less. No further introspection was devoted to the act committed as the impromptu zombie was unleashed, though she didn't bother to disguise the slight expression of disgust that flickered briefly across her face. Just because she affiliated herself with this man didn't mean she had to tolerate his ways by any means. And, being a free spirit at heart, she most certainly wouldn't.

Dark eyes flashed momentarily crimson as she stepped forward, having noted movement at the end of the hall. Instantly her ethereal senses reached out to further inspect this new arrival, her gaze cutting to the man before her. The muscles of her jaw ticced, fingers brushing dangerously close to the hilt at her waist. Early on his stipulations had been made glaringly clear when it came to the boundaries of just how far she could push him without seeing any repercussions, but as always she liked to push the envelope until it wasn't possible to do so any longer. No gesture of subservience was offered, no sign that she recognized him as her better. She only spoke, "What now?"

[member="Rexus Drath"]

 

[Rexus Drath]

5/20 [member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Janira Fenni"]

The specter soaked in that darkness for a while, it let it soak in it's body and bathed in its beauty. The power to take life and corrupt it, twist and turn it until it was something unholy and evil. All of it was something the specter stood and enjoyed, it was something the Sith lived and died for.

But that moment was passed as its apprentice spoke to it. It could feel her disgust, her fear, her weakness, but most of all it could taste her hatred. It was a ripe fresh fruit upon its pallet and it loved every second of her presence. The specter would break her further, twist and corrupt her life, but not like these creatures, no she would be different. When she spoke the specter's body shook from its feet to its head and with a snapping and cracking of bones popping the Sith's head turned unnaturally and bent to stare at her from beneath its mask.

"We see if our friend wishes to join in our sermon." The specter said as its body twisted around to face Sayl and the intruder hiding in the shadows.

"Do come out my child, there is so much to learn within my dark embrace." The specter reached towards its side and withdrawing a cross guard saber it held it to their robe.

There was a loud scream from down the hall, a multitude of them from where the singular zombie had ran forth from. Cold white eyes spewed out from the darkness and soon the bodies of possessed pirates began to enter the room, a little less than a dozen that stood behind the Sith.

The Sith raised its cross guard saber and with a press of a button the three blades activated. Leveling the saber up the specter pointed it into the darkness and said only one word.

"Feassssst."

And just like that the zombies charged down the hall towards the shadows to root out the woman.​

 

[Onrai]

4/20 YOLO

Location: Roche System
Objective: Take Out Pirate Fleet
Allies: [member="Lash"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Mason Deschart"]
Enemies: Pirates

"It is time... to wreck them. Are we within range to fire a barrage from our missile tubes?" Vitor looked across to the bridge crew, looking for some sort of response."

"Captain, we have our port missile tubes loaded and ready for launch."

"Excellent. Open fire."

The missiles lanced through the void of space, small bursts of flame emerging from the ends of the individual tubes as they lanced through the void of space towards the relatively large-sized enemy vessel. "Shield appears to have taken most of the damage. One missile's hit the upper superstructure. No serious damage appears to have occurred, though."

"Turn to starboard and open fire again."

 

[Figure In White]

Location: Roche System
Objective: Save the Queen
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] | [member="Jaccer Ramirez"] | [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Enemies: Pirates | [member="Rexus Drath"] | [member="Sayl Bane"]

More and more of these creatures were present. Things. She'd not seen their kind before. Truthfully she'd not seen much of anything before. The drilling of data into her skull when she'd come out of the tank had given her a lot of knowledge, but it wasn't enough to prepare her for everything that the galaxy had to offer. Not even remotely. But what she saw were enemy combatants, and there wasn't much that was special about them other than the fact that they charged blindly and with abandon. Expendable.

Her blade lashed out. Seeing into the darkness and seeing the blade, the two darksiders would see something akin to a dance. It was as if the blade itself were alive, flitting through the darkness to strike one zombie and then another, cleaving them swiftly into smaller pieces, left to writhe on the floor.

For Janira this was power. Combat was power. Her eyes were so intensely focused that her eyes were nearly all iris at this point. She saw through the dance itself. In her drilling, she'd been taught everything her people knew about combat. Even the things that the original Janira had never known. That made her better. She was even better than the EMBU's that her company made. No other Echani, without the Force, had ever bested one in combat, so good was their programming.

She dispatched the zombies and strode forward into the hall, blade out to the side. In simple combat fatigues, black in color, her white skin and hair stood out, identifying her for what she was, but she didn't care. She flicked the blade at her side, as one would if it were coated in blood, and strolled smoothly, calmly, towards the two Sith. Not a shred of fear, just determination.

7/20

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Location: Space Station Hangar 3
Objective 2: Assault the space station
Allies: [member="Janira Fenni"] [member="Ali Hadrix"]
Enemies: Pirates

Jaccer had got the signal that [member="Janira Fenni"] had entered the station. He was impressed with the speed at which the team accomplished this. However, right now he didn't have much time to think about that. The soldiers under the Lieutenants control and the pirate forces were caught in a deadly crossfire. Bodies were scattered in the space between the too sides and neither side dare push up into the no man's land.

All the Republic had for cover were various cargo crates and the dropships they had arrived in, while their opposition had set up heavy turrets coated in armour; near invulnerable from the front. It was painfully obvious that Jaccer required assistance. Who from? He didn't care, aid from the One Sith would be appreciated right now. The Lieutenant would switch his comm-link so that everyone in the station could hear him "I need backup now! Hangar 3 now!" It was now painfully clear to almost everybody that the force under Jaccer's control required immediate assistance.

 

[Sayl Bane]

(2/20)

The unique snap-hiss as his blade ignited was followed shortly after by her own, yellow blade thrumming into existence from where she stood behind and slightly to the side of her Master. This creature spoke with a religiosity that was entirely foreign to her, and Sayl saw his seeming belief as something entirely useless. Whether his faith was rooted in some higher power or the Force itself, she didn't see the sense in it. It was much more favorable to turn one's attention to the moment. And that surmised the woman currently striding towards them, her own weapon in hand, having dispatched the undead with an uncanny ease. There was talent evident, one that outclassed her own in its finesse.

A swell of the Force filled her core, one meant to energize her, not lashing out at any entity. Never had she openly clashed with another being, regardless of their affiliation, relative skill or sensitivity to the energy field she was attuned to. Her preference had always been to avoid combat, and as a pickpocket and small-time thief she had all but perfected the skill. But now she was meant to do the opposite and confront this one directly. And for some reason, she wasn't apprehensive in the least. Any nervousness was quelled by the adrenaline humming through her veins as she calculated the odds of this particular scenario. Things would work out favorably, most likely. They had numbers on their side.

One step was taken forward, then a second, until she stood equal with the Sith Lord next to her, the heat of his blade palpable in the air. Once again the crimson returned to her eyes, its appearance lasting for long seconds instead of mere flashes in time. It was one sign of the sheer emotionality coursing through her for all of the impassivity of her countenance. Her head cocked slightly to one side as she studied the woman, her curiosity almost entirely innocent despite the plasma blade held in her grasp. "As you wish."

[member="Janira Fenni"], [member="Rexus Drath"]