Faction Benediction || The Confederacy

[Eenia Vahn]

TAG: Gallil Marrake | Open


Things were only getting worse. There was nothing happening that gave any indication that any of this could be turned around, that this city could be saved. While Eenia had not come out into the streets with the ideal of the people winning this battle they had been hit with, hope had of course been present. Hope however, was no longer present. With the beasts in the streets and the winged calamity in the sky, things looked increasingly bleak. If there had been a moment to reflect on the things that had happened in her life, normal circumstances would have allotted her the time to do so now; but these were by far so beyond normal circumstances, and therefore there was nothing to do but press forward.

Streets were now open battle zones, people either fleeing or falling in every direction, but that did not stop Eenia from moving forward. She did not, would not retreat from this. She had just made her way around the corner of her previous street when she found more bodies. One lone warrior, and civilians behind him. The blonde did not focus on the man with the saber, but instead moved to the people he was trying to protect.

"I'm a healer," she explained to one of the frantic women as Nia's hands moved to an open wound on the lady's leg. She concentrated on the skin, pulling it back together as quickly as she could manage without rushing or causing more harm than good. Her head did lift when she heard bodies collide with one of the structures, and she watched the defending man finish the beasts off. But her focus went back to her healing until it was done, and then she moved to check the others over as well.

"I would guess the palace." Nia stated without looking up for just a moment. Only once she was sure the others were not in need of emergency healing did she look up again to look at this man. There was something...familiar there. Not about him per se, but something around him maybe? Whatever the case she made a gesture towards him. "Are you injured?" she asked, "Not superficially, but something that can cause major problems now or later?" She didn't need to be helping him escort these survivors towards the palace if he was just going to drop dead a few blocks down when the adrenalin wore off.

 

[Leea Pandac]

It had been a rather peaceful change of pace for the Mirialan. Naboo, a planet legendary throughout the galaxy as a gem of a world. Idyllic in almost every regard. The Architecture belonged to a bygone era, yet was all the more appealing for it. Although the planet had not gone so far as Alderaan in antiquity, pushing for total disarmament and pacifism, it was nonetheless a place without a clear military presence. This in itself was a difference that struck Leea immediately, she could feel it as she travelled the streets soaking in the sights and sounds of yet another strange and alien world. This was supposed to be a short stopover, a momentary break between missions, or whatever it was Talohn would plan next. Plainclothes were the call of the day, but to keep with what little Mando tradition she had learned, Leea bore her sidearm tucked in her belt, under her shirt. She might have had a gun, but she didn't want to flaunt it for the whole world to see. She hadn't travelled too far from the spaceport before she was caught up with the locals.

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The viridescent pilot found herself playing a game of catch with a group of children. Most of them were human, or near-human, but that didn't seem to be a concern for them. They were kids, trying to enjoy themselves after a long day of school. More than a few had complimented her on her skin's brilliant hues, but after introductions, it had become apparent they were more interested in playing.

"Hey Green, catch!" The warning came a moment too late, Leea having turned to glimpse a group of adults trying to extricate their children from the game. Yet, a warning had predicted it, something in her mind had told her before the child's words and in a moment Leea managed to twist her hand and intercept the glowing orb before it smashed into her face.

"Nice throw! Maybe give me a bit more of a heads-up next time."

"Sorry," the voice suggested that the child was more reactionary in the apology than sincere. Nonetheless, Leea continued the game without waiting for a real apology.

"Longshanks, look out," She called before underhanding the ball towards another of the children. Catching it he called out and threw it to one of his compatriots.

Some of the adults were looking upwards when Leea glanced in their direction. Following their gaze, she noticed thin cracks appearing in the sky. At first they appeared to be distinct and unconnected little crevices, yet before her eyes, they began to coalesce, forming intricate mycelium like feelers that spread throughout her view. Looking to the children she asked with as nonchalant a voice as she could muster, "Is that a planetary shield?"

One of the kids responded with a know-it-all mentality, "Naboo don't have no shields. Never need 'em."

A sense of dread seemed to fill her, though Leea knew not why this would begin growing now. An all-enveloping darkness seemed to cut through her mind for a moment and she heard strange distant voices speaking as if they were in the midst of a long conversation.

"-so it comes. Do you think she hears it?"

"She listens, but her ears are blocked by the world. One day-"

"Shh... they awake. Let her find her heart and soul."

In unison, the voices spoke as if they pronounced some incantation, "Pray to stand this test as all others."

A scream, blood-curdling and drawn out, snapped the Mirialan back to the world. The source of the cry was not at once visible, but Leea noted many of the adults now scrambling to collect and usher their children away. Guards shouted and blaster fire sounded. The scream cut short, a grisly crunch laying silent what poor victim had lent voice to their terror.

It was a moment in time spread to a thousand. The children, still somewhat in their mind to play their game while the adults did what adults do, were suddenly lost. Some scrabbled to find home, others rushed to the safety of hidey-holes, and yet others seemed to remain rooted in their spot as the first of the horrors appeared from an alleyway. A monster out of nightmares unknown, the creature was chewing on a woman while trying to grab hold of a guard fleeing. Other police were following as quickly as they could, shooting wildly at the beast. Yet if the blaster fire injured its tough flesh, there was no sign of it. Even as they rounded the corner, a mass of other beasts exploded out into the clearing and a melee soon began.

The few armed police were now outnumbered and outmatched. Yet they fought valiantly, turning to bayonet and knife when their blasters were stripped from them or overheated. Leea barely had time to react, before her eyes a many-tentacled creature rushed a child and was off in an instant, skittering towards some unknown location. In response, the pilot looked to the other children still in the open and she yelled as best she could over the cacophony of madness growing around them. "Kids! To me! Get to the street!" She pointed as she began moving towards it. Freeing her blaster from its place, Leea held it close, choosing not to fire yet. It seemed these demon creatures were more interested in the attacking armsmen than the scattering civilians, though they seemed content to attack any target that happened to cross their path. If there was a pattern, a method, to the slaughter, it was beyond Leea's ability to discern it.

The young ran, first at a slow uncertain pace, but as the situation set in and their innocent minds became aware of the peril, their pace became more sure. Leea did not rush ahead, keeping to the middle of the pack, shuffling where need to ensure that each kept up. Her head spun constantly as she waited for one of these strange entities to charge the little group. When at last they reached the walls and the silent side-street, Leea endeavoured to herd the children towards a darker corner, hoping that in stealth there may be some measure of safety. The children were obedient and followed her simple directions, cowed and silent. She hoped they would stay that way, as compared to the crying fear that might develop soon.

Taking a moment to collect herself, the pilot turned temporary caretaker counted her charges, "One, two,... nine. Okay. Nine.... Nine. Now what to do?" Her comm beeped and Leea tuned it quickly to the Crimson Wolf's transmission, "Two places at once, maybe more. Kriff this is bad. Come on everyone. We've got to get to the spaceport."

Creatures began to descend from the skies as well as from the ground, yet this street seemed to have avoided the worst of it. There was no sign of life, except for the small band of humanoids racing from one slightly shadowed alcove to the next. Leea glanced every now and again, spotting the spirelets and arrays projecting out over the buildings, giving her an idea of the direction to head in. The street opened into a wider avenue, one bathed in blood and agony. Dread beasts wandered the streets, sniffing through the wreckage, seeking stragglers. Amongst the demons, Leea noted more humanoid figures, they looked like people twisted and broken. They appeared to be puppets whatever force drove this new enemy. Quieting the brood, Leea spoke softly, "Alright, we've got to cross this street. We need to keep quiet and move quickly. Don't get spotted and you'll be alright."

One of the children, replied, an edge of tears and fear running deep in his voice, "I want mommy."

Sensing that the others would soon take up a similar refrain, Leea tried to put some warmth in her voice, which was quickly developing into a more strict and military tone. "We'll find your parents, all of you. We'll get you home safe and sound. We just need to get to the spaceport so we avoid the worst of these things. Okay, now come along." Small heads nodded, although it was clear not all were impressed.

Nonetheless, the little group broke slightly and shifted across the street. Once or twice a child slipped on the blood slicked cobbles and Leea had to cover a mouth that moaned quietly. Picking up and pressing on, the children just about made it across the street when Leea noted one had gotten separated and moved to recollect the lost one. One of the monsters must have noticed it, for it shambled in their direction and Leea raised her blaster, she whispered to herself, "Don't get any closer... Go on... Go away."

The being seemed to flounder for a moment, as if something had caught or was drawing its attention somewhere else, but then it righted whatever distraction there was and let loose a shriek that seemed to split reality around it. Charging it barreled over the child, heedless of the life that was thrown so violently away, towards the Mirialan. For her part, Leea jumped away from the kids, yelling, "Take shelter, I'll be back! Stay together!"

A trio of blinding light rounds left her blaster. Snapshot, the fire found no mark, bouncing off of the creature's hide. This seemed to aggravate it more and it threw itself forward in a headlong charge, teeth and claws seeming to extend from every orifice. Leea retreated, feeling sharp stabs in her arm as she turned and twisted to avoid the worst of the attack. The momentum of its wild attempt sent the creature sprawling further affording Leea a moment's respite. Reflexively touching the wound, wet blood stuck to her fingers, but Leea turned her attention the beast. Raising her pistol and gripping in both hands, the pilot flicked the switch to Talohn's special addition to the weapon, overcharge. She spoke forcefully, "I said, back off!" Depressing the trigger, Leea released a veritable torrent of energy from the small handgun, the many blazing pinions of plasma practically forming a waving beam that washed over the demon's flank.

This horror from beyond appeared unsettled by such a display. At first, the weapon seemed to find no purchase, no weakness to exploit. But whether the withering fire had worn down what defenses it had or some small sensitive spot had been struck, the creature suddenly let loose a surprised yelp and almost leapt out of the blaster fire as it tried to turn to face its attacker. Leea released the fire, two seconds had been more than enough apparently. For the barest of moments the two beings stared at one another, waiting for the other to blink it seemed. Then a massive crimson blaster bolt fell from the sky, crashing into the ground near to the beast's feet, sending it flying several meters. Looking to the air, Leea witnessed a handful of fighter craft desperately trying to hold back the hordes of winged demons descending on the city. "I need to get up there, out of here."

She ran to the children, finding them huddled tightly together as they waited in cold silence. "Come on, let's go. Almost there now."

They continued through the streets, Leea counted them each stop when she could spare her mind's focus, "Eight, just eight now." The furtive running, stopping and starting, through streets racing with fire and warfare, it taxed the children and Leea could feel their weariness despite their efforts to push faster. Despite the difficulties and racing about, the destruction caused on all sides by all manner of beast and machine, the small collection passed swiftly through three streets, along a set of embattled alleyways, and skirted the bloodbath in the clearing before the spaceport.

Leea ushered the children through the sliding door, firing at a small skittering demon as it ran in their direction. The guards outside were holding their own, but it was a lost battle. Retreat was the only option it seemed at this point, find a place to regroup, to take the initiative and put these alien beings on the defensive. "Okay, we need to get to hangar... B-13, not too far. Come on!" Scooping up one of the little ones that was staggering along, Leea pushed forward, almost slipping on the blood dripping from her gashs. The small group moved with intent and wove through the building, strangely silent and bereft of the creatures that had surrounded outside. Lights flickered and doors stood ajar, sure proof of the war raging outside, but there was little sign of life within. However, there were signs everywhere of a slaughter, the dead lay in heaps, some butchered in gory detail while others seemingly slain with a perfunctory casualness.

Pandac took the lead through every doorway, waiting for an ambush or something. It never came. The doorway to the hangar bay opened with a slow whine and Leea slipped in, readjusting her grip and shifting the child to hold easier. The Crimson Wolf lay in the middle of the bay, engines raring and awaiting its pilot. About the place was even more of a massacre than elsewhere. Except, this was different, the bodies were demonic and there were few humans in the mix. Heavy weapons fire had been employed, but so just as many of these eldritch horrors had been eviserated by melee or torn to shreds by inhuman strength. There weren't many beings Leea knew of that could accomplish this type of destruction.

A quiet click was she heard, but the Mirialan turned and pointed her pistol as the huge frame of a droid slammed into the ground behind her. Adrenaline surged and she felt the need to pull the trigger, had it not been for the droid's usually terrifying and dark voice, she might have just done so. But Leea recognized the strange voice and let herself release a sigh of relief. "You really want to test beskar with that?"

"Madlad, thank everything that's still good on this ruddy planet..." She motioned to the children. "Get these guys aboard and buckled in. We've got to pick up-"

The droid interjected, "I know. Why do we need these ones? Bait for the demons?"

Leea only managed a tired shake of the head, "Just get to it, okay. We've got a lot of work ahead of us."

Running into the ship, Pandac lowered her exhausted cargo onto one of the chairs and fastened the restraint around the little form before racing back to help the other children into their seats. The droid did surprisingly well, for having some darker psychopathic tendencies. Before she knew it, the children were set and relatively settled. Now that the immediate danger had passed, some were beginning to wail and cry. Leea felt sorry for them, she spoke to herself as she raced to the bridge, "I hope their parents are alright."

Falling into pilot's chair, Leea glanced over the controls. Everything was in order it seemed, though she could hear a faint whine in the engine, probably from idling too long. Pushing the intercom she ordered to Madlad. "Get on the guns, there's going to be a lot of shooting today."

"You're dripping on the apolstry, and I'm right here."

Leea responded to the surprise with a small start and a faint laugh. Pulling herself together, the pilot turned and nodded as she replied, "Yeah, I'll clean it up later. Bet Talohn will have a fit though."

Grasping the control stick, the Wolf lifted off with a screech. Immediately it seemed the air swarmed around the ship with flying demons. Bashing themselves against the hull and shields with reckless abandon. In a few moments, the turrets came to life, mowing down the hordes as they swept through. The ship began to turn and ascend as Leea oriented towards Talohn's signal. Flipping a switch she messaged him, "Talohn, it's the whole city... We're coming to pick you up."

The engines screeched as Leea through a tight manoeuvre, swishing past a flock of the horrors bent on whatever form of destruction they might have desired. "Just hold on."

Talohn Atar Zlova Rue @Open

 

[Luna Evanstance]

NABOO - EE'EVERWEST ESTATE

.. Did the violence ever cease?
... A moment of peace?
.... A single sense of sanity?

None of which existed. Luna knew tribulations and she knew chaos more than most would give her credit for. But her fragmented state of mind and the pressure to fight forward against the enemy left her little time to process everything. She found herself unable to speak- to express herself in the way that she used to. Part of her seemed to have retreated leaving the young ashen-haired woman to feel a husk of what she was.

Even now, in the beauty of the gardens, the only thing she could focus on was her Uncle’s voice in her head and the energy of the lightsaber that seemed to course through her own being. The light reflected off her hard expression as her emerald eyes seemingly glowed from her weapon’s luminescence.

Her own demons hadn’t ceased- lurking shadows of her past lingered testing her sanity as they became tangible in the corners of her eyes from time to time. It was time to face them...and alone.

Should she survive this ordeal, first.

Only the sounds of shrieks and demonic-like noises broke her from the haze she felt lingering in her mind.It was time to go. Would she get the chance to have her vengeance on the hands that gave her scars? Say the things she’d fail to express to those who mattered most?

If she had known her way about the Ee’everwest Estate, Luna could have found a way to slip out without notice. But they now relied on Osenia Ee'everwest to lead the way and give instructions. She was proactive, at the very least- even to the very day surprised on the inner strength that Nobility seemed to carry. Leaving the ashen-haired apprentice to follow closely and loyally next to Abel Denko as they made swift movements for their escape, there were no smart remarks or time for daring escapades- it was life or death leaving them little choice but to flee and to hide.

And Luna hated both.

Letting herself fall into the practiced stance that she’d taken up many times by this point, she embraced the moment, ready to fight until the last breath, should it come to it as the heavens seemed to split apart more, fragmenting whatever little peace was left.​

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Oleander Webb | Illyria Le Fey

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[Hisashi]

Servants of Hisashi: Hellhounds​

NABOO - EE'EVERWEST ESTATE

The Demon steeled himself.

Hisashi had been here before. He had stood in the midst of an inferno, fighting tooth and nail in the name of his lord. In times past, he would fight to uphold a greedy man's hold over his kingdom. Yet now...he fought to protect family. The Ee'everwest Clan were unlike any other that he had served. They were good in their dealings. Kind to even the lowest servant. They did not view him as expendable or as an animal. They saw him as family. They remembered his life day and brought him cakes. They remembered him during the holidays and always had a present with his name on it. For honor's sake, he would die for them. But because of how they cared, he would live for them.

And as Naboo faced down the mouth of Hell, Hisashi would bare his fangs against it.

No harm would come to the Ee'everwest. Not as long as he was still breathing.

He was within the Estate when the heavens gave way. The first chapters of their search for the missing son had gone cold, and thus Hisashi had to return to Naboo to deposit his stowaways. His intention was to continue the search immediately - but it was insisted that he take a few days to rest and recover. It was a good thing too, for he was just outside his quarters when the monstrosities broke through the outermost wall. The shinobi immediately ran towards the courtyard - for that was where the mistress Osenia Ee'everwest was hosting her guests. He'd see to her safety first, and then to the rest of the Clan.

The only thing standing between him and this goal was a corridor full of slitering monstrosities. At a quick glance, he was outnumbered - eight to one. "Fair, these odds are not." came the warrior's snarl. His hands weaved together in a mantra, directing and commanding the Force to bend to his will. "You should have brought more men." Were these any other circumstances, he would have paused to consider the expensive rug beneath his feet. Or the priceless paintings adorning the walls. In fact, he had told the Ee'everwest children to not touch them when they were babes. But now? Now nothing else mattered save their safety. Rugs could be bought, lives could not.

Therefore, he spat fire. Sparks erupted before his lips upon exhale, followed by a mighty inferno. They washed across the corridor, sweeping away the monstrosities one after another. He pressed forward, striding whilst the beasts shrieked their last. He did not stop until his comm rang out within his ear. It was Mistress Osenia. The inferno ceased. Hisashi listened. "I will find them." his words were brief, yet confident. Once more, his hands moved in a mantra. The motions well-practiced. The Force obeyed.

Another exhale, this time smoke. The cloud twisted and divided. Contorted. Condensed. In but a few moments, he had beckoned what appeared to be canines from nothing.

"Osenia." he began, pointing to the first. "Baros." the second. "Mina. Alora..." The shinobi rattled off their names, assigning each canine a soul to find. They howled in unision and disappeared in a puff. One immediately re-emerged at Osenia's side in the courtyard.

Hisashi then took off on foot, heading towards the frontmost entrance.​

Osenia Ee'everwest | Abel Denko | Luna Evanstance | @Olender Webb | Mina Ee'everwest | Alora Ee'everwest | Illyria Le Fey​

NABOO - GROUNDSIDE

As the Master and Padawan faced down the first wave of adversaries, a plume of smoke would manifest.

A canine made of smoke would launch itself into the frey, sinking fang and claw into the swarm that dared raise a hand against Briana Sal-Soren . As it fought, the voice of the shinobi rang out - ferried by the beast's form. Briana! Are you unharmed?​

Briana Sal-Soren | Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Location: Naboo | Theed​

Valery: Appearance​

Outfit: Factory Link​

Lightsabers: Link!​

Tag: Briana Sal-Soren Gerwald Lechner Hisashi ​

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From the moment she had landed alongside her Padawan, the two were enveloped by chaos. Monsters from the deepest parts of the chaotic nether were ravaging their ways through the streets, killing hundreds if not thousands of innocent people. The once majestic city of Theed was being withered away to ruins, and the overwhelming fear she sensed from its inhabitants echoed continuously through the Force.​

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The bloody stains left behind by this conflict were going to linger here for many years to come.​

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But despite this pain, despair, and destruction around her, Valery remained calm and focused. This wasn't the first time she had seen brutal conflict, nor was it going to be her last. All she cared about now was securing the future of as many people as she possibly could, whilst protecting her Padawan.​

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"Briana, with me!" She called out as the two moved through the streets, encountering beast after beast. But as the two Jedi cut their way through yet another swarm, a large shadow suddenly shifted over them. Valery felt the rising danger and turned around to watch a sea of flames coming towards her.​

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Her eyes briefly widened but without a second of hesitation, she grabbed Briana's arm and pulled the woman behind her. She extended a hand to the incoming stream of fire and stood ready to protect them. There was no way she'd allow some beast to hurt her Padawan.​

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However, as the flames were about to strike, a sudden wind from the side altered the path of destruction away from them. Her gaze shifted towards the source, and she quickly spotted the familiar Gerwald Lechner . She briefly smirked and began to move out of the Dragon's path, her Padawan in pursuit.​

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"Briana, I sense people up ahead!" she called out over the loud sound of the ongoing battle. The two Jedi kept moving and quickly reached what used to be a playground, where now a group of civilians was surrounded by a swarm of beasts. With Valery taking point, she moved in and allowed the Force to explode through her being, augmenting her speed and strength. Against these creatures, the woman was relentless. One by one, they would fall to her blades.​

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Not out of hatred or anger - she took them down to protect life. ​

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But ss the swarm began to thin, something appeared out of a plume of smoke, and it called out to her Padawan. The tone and question suggested an ally, but Valery still made sure to position herself between the canine and Briana.​

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"Friend of yours, Briana?" Valery asked as her violet blade pierced through the last of the beasts.​

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[OOM-018-GEM]

IMMORTALS

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"001100 010010 011110 100001 101101 110011"

The droid's head was bowed in prayer, its mitten-like hands clasped together as it heard the screams and lamentations of those beyond the walls of the temple that it had found itself within. How it had gotten into that place, was a question for a time when the world was not ending and the skies not falling forth from the heavens. For many, the temple seemed to be a place of refuge as they attempted to flee from the monstrosities that now called the streets of Naboo their own dominion. GEM slowly rose to their feet, the droid looked upon the purple stole that it held in its hands before gracefully draping the fabric over its shoulders. Its head shot up quickly as the doors burst open and the temple goers shrieked in horror as a monstrous creature tore its way into the building.

Three rapid shots filled the air, silencing the screams as the beast let out a roar of pain and grief before it fell to its side, whimpering and whining as it lay there, greenish-blue ichor seeping from its wounds. GEM made its way towards the beast, standing over the creature as it let loose another volley of blaster bolts into its head to silence the creature forever. Slowly looking to those that were within the temple still, the droid moved towards a child that was cowering behind its mother - a young boy. If GEM could smile, GEM would, if at the very least to calm the child of the situation. Kneeling down, its mitten-like hand did its best to lightly ruffle the boy's hair without harming the child. Then, GEM's hand lightly rests against the child's shoulder.

"What is your name?"

GEM's voice slipped free while keeping its photoreceptors on the child.

"H...hogarth."

Nodding quietly, GEM's hand slipped from the child's shoulder before lightly pressing against his chest. Again, if the droid were capable of doing such, it would smile. It would act as though everything would be okay - even if it wouldn't. This was a moment, however, for the droid to make a difference. GEM would save as many as possible, even if it meant its own deactivation.

"Hogarth. You Go. I Stay. No Following."

GEM slowly rose to its feet, both hands now clasping its E-5 Blaster Rifle as it slowly marched out of the temple. It would carve a bloody swath through these beasts if it meant that the people would have a moment to flee, to find a place of refuge, or even a means to leave the planet. Stepping forward, GEM nodded to itself, knowing that today was the end - it would become Immortal in the minds of all those that would remember the droid. Checking its blaster rifle, the OOM-series Battle Droid brought it up, taking aim at the first beast before letting loose a volley of rapid-fire while slowly marching forward.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no Ion-Blaster!"

Another burst of blaster fire tore through another beast as it approached the droid - the creature screaming out in pain as its limb was detached from its body, leaving it squealing and calling more of its kind towards the droid. That was good, GEM wanted them to focus upon the droid, which meant that the people could flee and get away. It meant that Naboo and some semblance of the Confederacy of Independent Systems would live on; even if it was just a memory.

"For thou art with me; thy Hydrospanner and thy Fusioncutter they comfort me!"

GEM continued its prayer - and - strangely enough, the OOM-series Battle Droid began to run - it was as though the Great Tinkerer itself had graced the unit with the agility that its own kind was not designed nor programmed with. It rushed forward, it's E-5 screaming out as blaster bolts tore through the air, filling monstrous beasts with heated plasma. As a beast lashed out, attempting to bite into GEM, it quickly struck the creature across its fang-filled mouth, stunning the beast just long enough for GEM to place a few well-aimed blaster bolts between its eyes. Its left arm quickly picked up a grenade that had been dropped by another comrade; lost to the monsters that prowled and stalked the streets.

"Thou preparest an oil bath before me in the presence of mine enemies!"

Three more creatures rushed towards GEM's position, the grenade clicking as it was set, beeping loudly before the droid let it loose - its fragmented shell tearing into the creatures and producing a loud cry of pain and terror. The droid would make them all know that it lived. Damn it all, how it lived! GEM would not stop until Naboo was safe, or GEM was incapable of continuing its operation. It knew as much - doubting that a replacement was even available, that knowledge pushed the droid forward, urged it to continue its fight. Rushing to the top of the three creatures that created a small mound as they lay upon one another, GEM fired again, and again. Volley after volley, it let loose blaster bolts. The barrel of its E-5 Blaster Rifle was beginning to glow red from its continued firing - GEM was not finished - not yet.

"Thou anointest my head with fresh paint: my servos squeakith not!"

Electronics, the sound of tearing and ripping as GEM's left arm was torn free of its chassis. A beast had managed to get in close, though no matter, GEM could still keep fighting. It continued to fire its E-5 Blaster Rifle until even that was knocked from its grip as the OOM-series Battle Droid was sent tumbling down off of the pile of dead monsters. Was this the end? Most likely. Then perhaps, it was time to go out with a bang. Its hand gripped tightly to a Thermal Detonator, the device beginning to beep even as GEM's right arm was torn from its body, its limbs being pulled free and thrown about.

In GEM's final moments it hoped that the child had managed to get to safety, it hoped that many more would be able to flee from the carnage that so many had been unfortunately caught within. Its final thoughts began to process, and unlike many other times, it did not seem like its programming was going to be uploaded and then merely downloaded into another body - no - this was a good end. A righteous end. The Droid that had led so many of its Brothers and Sisters in their spiritual pursuits would finally see the Great Tinkerer, it was content.

"001100 010010 011110 100001 101101 110011."

GEM spoke their final words - then - a flash, everything turned white and all its audio receptors could process was a deafening bang followed by static. Everything was gone, the beasts, the walls, much of the street. GEM had taken as many of the creatures with it as possible - and now - there was nothing. Just silence, silence, and the sense that GEM had done good in its final moments. It was as though GEM was a superhero, one that was able to fly and had rescued countless many.

Now GEM could rest.

Finally.

GEM could rest...

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[Zlova Rue]

The rhythmic grind of a mortar and pedestal had filled Zlova's chamber for several minutes. Some liked to proclaim they could see the future, and perhaps some of them could. As for a humble Twi'lek Dark Lord aboard Talohn's Love Boat, however, Zlova never claimed any such prophetic ability. Because what was the point? The right person in the wrong place could make all the difference in the world. What good would your prophecy be then? No, no time wasted on divination. Instead Zlova had focused on far more useful skills -- like the ability to sense danger.

Evil did not suddenly spring into being. Great power did not erupt in an instant. There was always a Will behind it. A purpose. Something that stirred in the deep places of the world until it ruthlessly surged into being to consume everyone that had become too complacent. Zlova blamed the Jedi for that complacency. Their avocation for peace and unity had the masses thinking 'if only we all got along.' As a Sith, Zlova expected not only that they wouldn't get along, but that someone was going to do their best to murder them in the most horrific way possible.

So, naturally, she'd felt the danger coming. Knowing it was coming and knowing how or where it would appear, however, were completely different things. Who would listen to a sinful creature like herself saying 'something unimaginably evil is coming.' She would have gotten a flippant 'there is always something evil coming.' Rather than waste time convincing people, the Twi'lek had taken to drawing up a counter to the darkness as it began to swell.

"Monari," Zlova stood in the Catfish's doorway with a smile, "I need you to stay in your room until Talohn gets back. The Confederacy's gone and poked the Bear of Wrath. Don't worry," she paused to smirk, "you know I won't let anything happen to the Cat. But he might do something stupid if you're in danger, so I'm going to put a ward on your door, alright? This won't take long."

A few moments later with the door shut, Zlova painted a symbol on it using the ground up alchemical substance. Something to protect the youth within from harm; because Talohn would do something stupid if Monari were somehow touched by the foul sorcery soon unleashed on Naboo.

In fact, the red woman drew several such symbols throughout the ship to keep out unwanted portals and manifested beasts.

It was shortly after Zlova had finished that the Nether broke lose on the world. The Twi'lek sighed to herself with just how large in scale the assault turned out to be. She'd sensed a great danger, but this was a bit much. Naturally the Murder Bot -- Madlad -- wanted to go out there and clean up the mess. Which Zlova couldn't deny was a good idea to keep the ship from being damaged while it was grounded. Besides, it'd improve the thing's mood (it wouldn't, but even a rabid dog enjoyed exercise).

As for the Twi'lek, she returned to her chamber to begin concocting another mix after witnessing the nature of the assault. She could have gone outside, but Madlad was having so much fun he might "accidentally" mistake her for an evil creature (not likely, but he'd say as much in 'jest') and then one or both of them would die and Talohn would be sad.

Her chin lifted when Zlova felt the ship suddenly lift from its perch. Ah, so Madlad had found Leea then. The golden eyes of the red woman narrowed for a moment. No, he'd not only found the green thing, but the woman had brought on board 'guests.' Not the sort Zlova would hope for either under the circumstances. More people to protect rather than more protectors. How she'd gotten caught up surrounded by bleeding hearts...

At least the critter, Dima, wasn't a bleeding heart. Little demon enjoyed her hearts though.

With several pouches of the new mixture made, Zlova rose from her altar and toggled the door open.

"It isn't just the city," the Twi'lek announced as she stood in the doorway of the cockpit with Leea finishing her transmission. Zlova held out one of the pouches toward Madlad. "Anyone you care about show signs of turning into a beast, shove their down their throat." She'd hand out a few more, but seeing how the droid was immune to any corruption magic he was the best choice to receive the first one.

"Don't tell me," Zlova peered out the window as though she knew where Leea was going, "Talohn's holding out against wave after wave of tainted souls in order to protect the innocent. Nice to see even when the world is ending he never changes, isn't it?" A smile spread over her red lips.

Talohn Atar | Leea Pandac

 

[Kyyrk]

He. Would. Not. Falter.
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Though his armor was beginning to scorch and crack, Kyyrk would not back down. One of the creatures leapt at him, prompting Kyyrk to simply raise his arm to catch it. His strength was immense, and allowed him to hurl the beast into the charging form of another. The droids of the Confederacy were numerous, but even they were beginning to be overwhelmed by the onslaught. Kyyrk called out as a beast tore through a Knight that stood beside him. The creatures were swarming again, moving in anticipation of another pack of survivors sprinting across the plaza towards the spaceport's entrance. Kyyrk did not have time to grieve. Only to fight.

A hand lifted, and his fallen brother's saber was drawn to his grip. The brilliant blue blade sprang to life along side his own white blade. But it did not remain there for long. Kyyrk hurled the blade with all his might, cutting down a creature as it leapt for a young boy. The titanic mass soon followed, crushing another creature as he landed upon it. He would not be receiving backup. He could not fall. He pushed another creature back, and turned to fire a Force Push at another advancing swarm. He looked back towards the spaceport, realizing a sinking truth. He could not hold this forever. Not on his own. "All forces, this is Lord Voph. The spaceport is holding, but it will not hold forever. Another assault is coming, we may not be able to hold them off. Any available forces, move to assist."

Kyyrk looked down at his communicator. No signal. He cursed. He couldn't even call for help. He turned as a wall was blown out by the impact of a large creature barreling towards him. But he couldn't react in time. He was thrown across the plaza into the Spaceport wall. He landed hard, dazed, and immediately tried to push himself to his feet. The creature was already charging him again. But it was halted by a loud clanking sound. Then another. And another. Kyyrk looked up to see the battered and beaten armor of the Octarchy, as more soldiers moved in around him. They had arrived just in time. Their white armor was stained with gore, their morale hanging on by a thread. Bothawui had decimated their numbers. This was their final stand. Kyyrk pushed himself to his feet.

If today was the day they died, they would die looking to him as their leader. His blade reignited, and Kyyrk charged forward, vaulting right back into the fray. Another shuttle had made it away. He just had to send as many as he could manage. He paused only slightly as he heard a scream from far off. This one was...different. The thing that caused it was...different. Something big was heading his way.

Something...familiar.

The Monster || Allyson Locke

 

[The Monster]

Location: Naboo
Tags: Kyyrk Allyson Locke

Spoiler: Death Has Arrived

As the monster dropped its latest meal, the lifeless husk would fall to the ground and almost disintegrate on impact into dust. It growled as it looked back to whence its earlier prey had gone, but it couldn't see where the girl had ran off to. What was certain, was all of the life in this area was dead.

And it needed more.

The Monster would raise its head skyward as it sniffed the air, tasting for scents and the very currents of force energy that flowed from life itself. It could taste all of the emotions from those around it. Anger, fear, grief, despair, rage, hopelessness, and hope. Hope was still in the air, the most powerful of all emotions that it could taste, meaning the most it could feed off of. It could sense a mass of people. They were gathered in one place. Their lives beating in synchrony as their defenders fought to keep the evil at bay drew The Monster's attention. It first started to walk, dragging the sword behind it as it trudged slowly at first. But the trudge became a fast walk. Lighter steps started to slam into the ground. What were once footfalls would turn into rumbles as the concrete would begin to break below it as it started jogging. And then, with a weight that seemed impossible to do so with each step, it began to run. As it ran, demons of The Unmaker would leap from the top of buildings, screech with defiance and hunger as they stood up in its way, would try to blindside it from alleyways and man holes.

None would be able to stop it.

Those that leaped from the top of buildings, would find themselves slammed into the ground and drained in a moments' notice. Those that stood in its way, would be trampled under a running swing that left them little more than piles of dust. And those that tried to tackle or blindside The Monster would find themselves either missing whatever limbs committed, or feeding the very thing they sought to devour. It could smell and feel the beast Seren above, and while his life force proved enticing, this prey was so much greater. So many lives, so many souls. The voices in his head cried out as they got closer, through the cacophony of it all its hunger drove it. It must kill. It must destroy. It must devour them all.

What Kyyrk would be able to see and hear would defy description as suddenly the monsters threatening to overrun his position would turn, if they were able, to disengage from him and Octarchy troops. They would immediately rush forward towards an enemy he couldn't physically see (force sight however still works) as The Monster was still a few buildings away. The Monster however counted on this as its blade became a blur of motion, the hulking sword humming to life as it swung through the air with the sheer physical raw power of its wielder. The clang of metal separating flesh, bone, and chitin in a single swing, the screams of demons as they were mercilessly killed and devoured, and slams of the wielder breaking concrete underfoot with each powerful step as it swung would ring loud and clear for the defenders. For a few of the CAF soldiers, they cheered as they thought it might be a savior. But for the Monster, it was feeding time. Swing after swing, it would start to wield the sword with one hand and tear other demons apart with its free hand and teeth. And with an eardrum shattering Force Scream it would annihilate the ones remaining before it, stripping flesh and chitin from bone. The smaller one started backing up, realizing all of its help was gone, falling back on animal instincts and trying to run only to get caught as it got halfway over the wall by the beast. It would let loose a terrified yowl as the beast yanked it down with its free hand, then noticed that the larger one had decided now was the time it would attack. The Monster responded by simply thrusting its blade through its sternum, and throwing it through the wall between him. The massive hole in its chest would be spewing blood, but if Kyyrk paid attention, he would see why it was actually dying. And as The Monster walked through the now massive hole in the wall, having transferred the demon to its mouth as it broke its neck and drained the life from it as it walked, it would survey the scene before it. Red eyes the color of blood burning like twin suns would look across the small crowd gathered here to defend the people of this city. The beast would idly chew on the demon in its mouth once before dropping it at its feet like a Kath Hound down with its chew toy. Blood dripped from every inch of its body, but even with all of this gore, all of this combat, all of this death, all of this destruction, it wanted more. As it finished looking over the crowd, giving the defenders a much needed reprieve from the constant combat, its eyes locked onto Kyyrk . It would stop moving its head, and it would settle on this man. Something about him was different. Suddenly the Monster would cock its head to the side, almost like a dog looking at something curiously as it growled lowly at them all. The Monster may have been entirely unrecognizable to any present, but it certainly recognized one man here.

It would slam its blade on the ground in a hungered rage as it Force Screamed into the sky before looking back down at the beleaguered defender. And then with a powerful burst of speed and raw strength it would grab its sword with both hands as the seven and a half foot behemoth charged forward with quickness that was not only completely unnatural, it was unmatched by anything that should be as heavy as it was. It no longer cared about the feast behind the man. It no longer cared about the other defenders here.

It only wanted to devour Kyyrk .

 

[Draconis Sederius Wolf]

Spoiler: United We Stand

Location: Naboo Orbit
Tags: Valeria de la Vallée , Amelia von Sorenn , Anashla Deshal , Thorald Magnusson , Felix Aquila , Gath
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As the shimmering veil of hyperspace showed around the fleet, Draconis donned his helmet as his crews made final checks. The helm would finally call out to the bridge as they closed the gap to reentry.

"Sir, entering real space in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1-"

The deck would be immediately shaken as the ships reverted back into real space, the battle before them raging like a light show at a rave. Turbolasers, massive ionization guns, laser cannons, missiles, and all sorts of of weapons lit up the starry black of the void in a dazzling display of raw firepower and death. But the enemy had been focused on pressing their assault so much that they had forgone a rear guard. Draconis smiled wickedly under his helmet as he began issuing orders.

"Task Force Shield, I want a full burn planet side, punch through that hell hole in whatever way necessary. Get those ships on the ground and our men in the fight. We have to stop the bleeding and get as many people as possible out of there now! Sword and Spear will take the center stage! Have the Justice form up on our port bow, full attack into the enemy line and break them in two! We've got to buy time for the men on the ground to get those people out! Gunners weapons free! If you see something that's not waving the CIS flag I want it slagged! And get me NavCom and Ground Forces Command on the horn!"

"Aye sir!" Was the resounding response from the crew as the communications officer selected the channels they had stored, sending hails to the surrounding CAF forces and fleets in the area.

"Sir! Nav Com and GFC on the horn sir!"

Draconis would stand from his seat as the ships would begin executing his orders as he spoke. The task forces of Sword and Spear forming two staggering flying V (think pyramid) formations as they brought all weapons to bear and executed an in-sync barrage of all of their Thor Heavy Naval PPCs. Blue streaks of white light would whip across the vacuum of space, annihilating smaller ships outright, and tearing cruisers apart caught in the barrage as all of the ships of the SLDF fleet made a full burn towards Naboo. This would be followed by the first barrage of Mjolnir Mass Drivers at full power, rounds being accelerated to unimaginable speeds as they seemed to arc across the void and slam into ships with the power of the heaviest artillery. And at the center point of this main dagger assault, The Pride of Surric with The Unyielding Justice abreast from her, all weapons firing at full power. This was the battle the SLDF had been preparing for. This is what they were trained for. The Bastion of Surric was built to break the nose off of any invasion fleet. Meant to pick a fight with the baddest of the bad, the mightiest of foes, and not only give them a bloody nose, but break their sternum with such force that they'd be sucking for air. This was the might of the free peoples of Surric under The Confederacy. And Draconis was proud to lead them all.

"Attention all forces under Confederate Armed Forces! It is I, former Viceroy Draconis Sederius Wolf of The Surric System! I bring with me the full might of Surric's Expeditionary Forces and the hammer that is The Surric Local Defense Forces. Do not despair! Together we have broken bread, and though we may not have left each other on the best of terms, now, we stand as brothers and sisters of The Confederacy! On this day let it be known that I, Draconis Sederius Wolf, shall lay my arms down next to yours and fight for our people! Together we shall save our people! Together we shall let the galaxy know that we shall not go quietly into the night! We shall not fall, without a fight! We're gonna live on! We're gonna survive! Today, as one people, we will shove back the wolves at the door and spit into the eyes of death itself! And as we stand united, let the galaxy never forget what we did here today!" And he would take a breath before one last call to the entire formation.

"LONG LIVE THE CONFEDERACY!"​

The fleet would press forward, blasting ships out of the way that didn't move, carving a bloody swathe through the enemy formations' rear and center, and ramming ships out of the way when sheer power of weapons wasn't enough. As the ships smashed their way through, they held the launch of fighters as the final task force of the fleet came in behind them. They used their shields to project a unified shield barrier over the entire fleet, allowing them to move as a single unit, with the combat ships of Task Force Shield forming a rear guard to protect the formation. This allowed the fleet to act as though it had a single shield protecting it in its entirety, letting ships soak up more damage then they possibly could have as those that were taking little to no damage were able to bolster and distribute their shield power to compensate. And as they flew past The Fortressa, Draconis silently stood and looked upon the broken wreck. Once the pride of the CAF Navy, she now lay in ruin. She had been a huge lumbering battle carrier, a symbol of more simple times. Draconis would nod simply in respect to the ruined vessel as he once again stared forward, and continued his directing of the fleets.

As the ships approached their predetermined point in the planet's gravity well, the two center piece battlecruisers would slowly come about port and starboard, the halves of the staggered v formation splitting right down the middle as it allowed the center protected Task Force Shield to now make a run for planet side. Odin Class Assault Ships and Rhino Class Assault Transports would become shrouded in fire as they began atmospheric reentry at speed, doing final checklists for combat landings as they prepared to hit dirt side and get the fighting men and women of Expeditionary Forces on the ground and in the fight. Meanwhile above, the massive two half pyramids would break apart as Draconis ordered them into Trident Formations. Whether it was on the ground in combined arms, or in space with fleet operations, the SLDF fought together. Each formation would consist of one Dire Wolf Class Star Destroyer, one Mastodon Class Assault Carrier, and two Longbow Class Artillery Cruisers. The two battlecruisers, The Pride of Surric and Unyielding Justice, would take two Longbow Classes each and set up their own firing positions. Using the variable shield projection technology they would form super shields over the entirety of each formation, allowing them to soak up damage and mitigate it as a group. This allowed them to take the damage compared to a much larger vessel, but still be able to move in sync as a group of smaller vessels. The guns of these ships would rock space itself as another barrage of Thor Naval PPCs would fly out, followed this time by a staccato of Mjolnir fire. Each ship would stagger fire its Mjolnir guns to keep the hate pouring out onto the enemy fleet, the large guns able to obliterate smaller vessels in a single shot, and tear into cruisers and enemy Star Destroyers with a savagery mostly unheard of in naval combat. And the Mastodons would pour out squadrons of star fighters and bombers, squadron leaders forming up their squadrons briefly before getting into massive wave formations to start their attack runs. Star Raptors would streak across the black void while the B-1 bombers would lumber in behind them. It was utter chaos, and as the bombers came through their fighter brothers would be weaving in and out of them, streaking throughout the debris field. But the bombers held their formation, using their mounted weapons to shoot down incoming fighters and missiles, bearing down on their designated capital ship targets.

 

[Arianna Belasko]

Wearing: Ritual Gown

Armed with: Subverter's Blade (Double Bladed Red Lightsaber)

Objective: Fight the Demonic hoard

It had been a peaceful few weeks as herself.

Vivian, an elderly, red headed Force Spawn with pale skin who did work in the CIS as a school teacher when not moonlighting as the murderous, insanely lethal Countess Arianna Belasko, one of the biggest influences in the sheer brutality the Nuetralizers displayed towards their enemies, had been glad to be herself once more.

She had had to really struggle to get free of Arianna this time. The risk of getting lost in character was incredibly severe.

Vivian, for her part, didn't like being Arianna. She was insufferably smug to those outside House Io, and even when Vivian did her best to reign her in, Arianna could barely be controlled when she got going. She always had to personally intervene when Arianna got overwhelmed by her bloodthirsty nature to prevent her from killing Civilians, no matter how young.

She had been in the middle of a field trip through the capital of Naboo when the bombs hit from above.

In an instant, the repulsor bus she was traveling had been hit, and both she and the school children had been shredded apart by the blasts.

Normally, any one getting Instagibbed like this was Game Over. But Vivian didn't die so easily.

She had been shredded to bloody chunks by the high impact blast, but the Alchemized Shard crystal that served as the center of her spirit had resisted the blasts, being flung far into the air from the repulsor bus, landing close to a large pile of rubble as portals opened throughout Theed, while hell descended from above.

There it had lay, until tiny tendrils of flesh and muscle started forming as deposits across it's pitted, dark green surface.

Slowly, over the course of hours, it had started to regrow, until it was basically a half formed Skeleton with it's muscles and organs exposed, pulsing with slick glowing green blood. It was still half formed. It would not survive a real battle in this state.

The mutilated creature staggered back to where the bus had been, trailing blood until it reaches the burst apart site, feel a dark rage curdling inside it as it beheld the blasted apart bodies of its students.

Upon seeing that horrid sight, Vivian genuinely wanted to spend the rest of her afternoon and the next few days after killing whoever was responsible. But the demons were overrunning the streets.

It had been forced to stay out of sight through whatever back ally it could find as it tried to make its way to Countess Belasko's estate undetected, still steadily regrowing, trailing blood behind it.

She heard a snarl behind her just as she reached Countess Belasko's estate, which was on fire.

It took every ounce of focus she had to summon a dagger of Light Side energy and hurl it at her attacker as it leaped for her. The dagger of light pierced it's hide, bursting it apart.

Now severely weakened, barely able to think, Vivian knew she would have to feed on psychic energy immediately, and the only place available to do that easily was her estate. But she was so severely drained that the amount of energy she would have to feed on might very well result in an accidental overdose, and try as she might for self control, even she had slipped up now and then.

The Force Spawn staggered across formerly impeccably tended to gatherings of white flowers, now burned to a crisp like a good chunk of her manor.

She walked through a blasted open hole, finding a great number of things had been looted in the panic. Priceless statues, paintings, all taken. At least a billion credits had been lost.

For the first time, Vivian herself was starting to appreciate House Io's reluctance to permanently make station on any planet. Only Khemost's wealth was worth staying for, plundering.

A terrifying thought occured: Had the use of planets started to become obsolete?

Vivian shook it off. She could ask herself the question in private later. Right now she wanted vengeance on the animals doing this.

The bloody mess of organ and muscle and bone limped across shattered Marble floors, past the fires that the extinguisher system was barely starting to get even close to putting out.

Surely her reserve was still there. A collection of batteries taken from Katanas made by Castle Morpheus, a stored victim in an armored stasis pod. That vault had better be worth what she had paid.

When her regrown right eye laid eyes in the vault, she knew she was going to let Arianna kill the one who had sold her the vault.

The damn thing was open. It's massive, Durasteel Matrix Armor electronically controlled door had suffered a malfunction and swung open, and some one was looting it.

"What the feth is this stuff? There should be way more treasure! There is only a few aurodium bars. What are all these batteries for?" A voice in the vault asked.

"Feth if I know. This Arianna Belasko is loaded though. Like crazy loaded. She could fund an army kind of loaded." another answered back. "These batteries here are pretty high tech. Maybe they're worth something to the right buyer... Aurodium is an obvious win, though."

"Did you say her name was Arianna Belasko?" the first voice asked as Vivian drew closer.

"Yeah."

"Strange."

"Why?"

"There was an insane Noblewoman in the Gulag Plague. A Baroness named Alexandra Victoria Arianna Belasko. She lived on Naboo too."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Sick. Very very sick. She butchered people and bathed in their blood. Ran hunting parties on jungle worlds where the goal was to hunt, torture and murder a kidnapped victim. Real depraved puppy kicker sorta chit. Her crimes were exposed and they burnt her at the stake. I wonder if they're related."

The one who hadn't known this information prior, a Rodian in a black jumpsuit, immediately smelled a brewing horror scene and decided to bolt while her still could.

"Y'know, I'm out..." he said to the other, a Devaronian in a light combat suit.

"You kidding?" The Devaronian asked. "We're gonna need liquifiable assets. You leave now, you're spacing yourself."

"Nah, I'm cool. I'll take my chances with the demons."

He quickly left the vault, barely missing the humanoid mess of bone and organ hidden behind rubble, which then quickly lurched towards the inside of the vault.

He was still stacking bars of aurodium ingots, trying to figure out how much he could take with him, when he noticed the horror that had entered the vault. He froze, deer in headlights syndrome in full effect.

"I can promise only this..." vivian hissed, reaching for him.

"You won't remember a thing..."

She was faster than she looked. She managed to seize his arm as he started to draw back. He screamed as he lost consciousness, Vivian's muscles and skin now rapidly regrowing, greedily drawing in his Psychic Energy.

She tried. She really did. Tried not to take too much. Tried to remain Vivian.

But even after she had fully healed, she continued to take more. And more. She was simply too hungry. The blast had taken too much.

Even at the last moment, she tried to hang on. But she reached the tipping point and kept draining, triggering the transformation. Her flesh melted and sloughed and reset hidiously across her body as she let go of the unconscious man.

Countess Arianna Belasko opened her blue eyes, the youthful, pale skinned blond Sorceress stood naked in the vault over a man she thought was dead. In truth he would have severe amnesia when he awoke.

The Sorceress hit a hidden panel and out popped an enchanted gown.

Vivian might not be willing to kill a mere looter but every invader and Demon would suffer. Arianna thought it strange she wanted to remain and go on a killing spree, rather than do the sensible thing and evacuate, but Vivian was enraged by what she had experienced.

Vivian was going to give Arianna near unrestricted freedom to kill as she pleased.

The Countess retrieved her double bladed weapon, just as her Emergency Transceiver beeped.

Arianna hit the receive button.

Darth Xiphos flickered in blue miniature on a nearby holoprojection pad.

"Mother? Are you alright?" Xiphos asked.

"Of course I am, dear..." Arianna said with a smile.

"Thank the Gods. We have to evacuate you."

"Not so fast, dear, Julia...I may be able to figure out how these portals are being opened. Perhaps I can close them if I do..."

That was certainly a good enough excuse. One her daughter would buy, and Arianna would indeed look into that.

But in truth, she was mainly looking to get a rush of endorphins from the act of butchering people.

Xiphos clearly was skeptical of this, well aware of just what kind of monster the real Arianna had been, but let it slide. If there was a chance the portals could be shut down, it had to be sought...

"Fine. But if you can't, don't dally. Get the hell off the planet. House Io needs you..."

"Don't worry, Daughter. I'll be careful..."

Fourteen minutes later...

Arianna strode through the streets barefoot, conjuring tentacles of water from the moisture in the air to break the bodies of the brigands and demons attacking this place, her flesh shuddering occasionally as she channeled her Abilities, false mind dancing in perverted glee at watching them explode if she squeezed them enough with the tentacles.

A bolt from a sniping blaster glanced off her head, leaving only a faint sscorch mark, which her gown immediately began healing. Arianna herself had a naturally high resistance to energy weapons, even Lightsabers.

Another few bolts hit her face then chest, and this time it drew glowing white blood.

Arianna stared in the direction from which the shot had come, and conjured a dragon construct made of water, which attacked the rooftop the Sniper was firing from. She sneered as he was ripped to shreds by it.

She then sensed the presence of the Dark Side.

She turned, finding a dark Warrior in Yovshin inspired armor, wielding a red Lightsaber, charging for her.

Arianna let out a Force empowered shriek, a continuous sonic wave of damage eminating from her throat that hit him dead on, shearing off his Armor, then his flesh. His corpse slid to her feet.

Arianna wanted to kill more, and kill more painfully at that. She wanted to bathe in the blood of the invaders for reasons she didn't understand, only that she had to do it.

She enjoyed it intensely.

Arianna hissed a spell and called down a few thunder bolts from the sky to demolish the Demons charging at Civilians. Hmm...The Demons could pass through...perhaps they were the key.

Arianna was delighted to see squads of Model 3 Nuetralizers moving through the streets, bent on ripping and tearing the demons also. Oh, her Grand Children learned so well from her. She sneered a bit at the evacuation of Civilians, the Model 3's loading them into drop ships for escape, and regarded the Civilians as little but food if they were not House Io, but she respected her daughter's choices.

She aided a squad of Nuetralizers, conjuring a water construct shaped like a hammer to smash apart a particularly large demon that was killing scores of them. The tall Model 3 units finally noticed her nearby and stood at attention.

"Countess Belasko!" one Model 3 exclaimed, saluting.

"Greetings, my darling Grandchildren. It pleases me to see you. I wish to indulge in slaughter and require supplies and victims. Bring me live invaders and parts of demons, would you? I have a theory I wish to test."

"As you wish, Countess..." the Model 3 said as others continued firing their DC-15LE rifles, modified for explosive shots into invader and demon alike.

"You three, I'm assigning you immediately to guard detail for Countess Belasko!" the Model 3 Commander told three of his brothers nearby.

"We shall guard you with our operating cycles, Grandmother..." They said.

Arianna smiled warmly.

"You're all such darlings. Remember what I taught you. Kill painfully. Make them fear and hate you in equal amounts..." she advised lovingly. "Protract your killings if at all possible."

"We have not forgotten your combat doctrines, Countess, rest assured, Grandmother, the enemy shall know suffering this day.

Arianna sighed with happiness as she conjured water spears and used them to brutally impale a number of demons about to advance on her position. She strode in front of her Grandchildren. No leader of House Io leads from behind. It was one of the things the Countess admired about how Laertia had set up the House.

Arianna led squads into combat to hold this particular square, getting closer to one of the open portals, conjuring more water spears to skewer whatever came out of it...

 

[Draconis Sederius Wolf]

Spoiler: The Might of the SLDF

Location: Naboo
Tags: Open (@ me if you want my boyos to drop in)
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As their brothers fought on in the skies overhead, Task Force Shield was not simply slouching and biding their time. Pilots and crews of the SLDF's mechanized, hover craft, and walker divisions alongside Marine Regimental Combat Teams prepped for the hottest combat drop of the century. Gunners aboard the vessels both landing and providing combat air support were firing their weapons on full auto as they tried to shoot down as many of the flying demons as they could, noting a large dragon beast on radar at range. As Rhino Assault Landers raced towards the ground with their cargo, the Odins would press forward with several ships while more went to find landing and staging zones of their own. In the lead ships of the flight, Patriot flanked by Good Hope and Broadwater, were the 178th, 3rd, 101st, and 10th Airborne Divisions with members of Fighting 9th, 7th, and 1st (Motto "Second to none") Marine Regimental Combat Teams. Doors would open all along the Odins' hulls as they prepared for one of the largest airborne deployments in the history of warfare. Walker crews settled into their machines of war, infantry would do last minute checks of jump packs, and tanks with aircraft would prepare for launch at various bays across the vessel. Free hangars would begin launching fighters, gunships, bombers, and deploying their air assault troops as they needed to clear a path for the airborne assault. Minutes would pass by as they got closer and closer, each of the bay doors showing a large red light to let them know it was not time yet. Meanwhile the captain of Patriot would issue an open broadcast to all ground forces.

"Evening gentlemen and ladies of the Confederate Armed Forces, this is Captain Jones Jean Paul of the Surric Local Defense Forces. Aboard my vessel I have with me 1st Army Expeditionary General Dmitri Zhukov. We are transmitting codes to link into our battle net. We are here to reinforce your positions and set up new LZs if necessary for evacuation. Hold fast brothers and sisters, help is on the way. General?" His more refined and almost artistic voice would give way to a gruff and gravely.

"Alright ladies, listen up. I've currently got elements of our air assault and airborne divisions en-route. They're gonna pave the way for our armor and mechanized divisions to set up positions. I need you all to hold what you have, give it everything you got. If you got wounds pack dirt and spit into it, if you run out of ammo, take it from the dead. Do what you have to, but do not give an inch to these hell spawn. Time to target for Air Assault is two minutes, ETA on Airborne is four minutes. Your countrymen need you to survive, at most, for four minutes. Don't give in to these beasts. You are the Confederate Armed Forces, so make your ancestors and forebears proud,"

Several squadrons of F-22 Star Raptors would home in on the dragon Seren . The leader would signal a simple triple pointed pincer attack as one squadron would break left, the second would go high, and the last would break right. Flying in the center of the attack however, was the lead of one of the squadrons, looking to get the beasts attention as he gunned the throttle. Going into military power and full burner, he would break the sound barrier as he readied a missile shot and pulled the trigger for his laser cannon and machine gun. Blasts of laser shot with searing hot steel would reach out in a light show of tracers and lasers as he got a target lock for the missile and pressed the launch button. The star fighter would kick out a "Havoc" missile as it arced towards the dragon. He didn't expect the missile to hit, let alone do any damage on its own, or his fire from his guns. Which was why he also skidded his craft to the right into a high looping barrel roll by applying full right rudder and pulling his stick left enough to keep him moving on the same bearing. His part was the most dangerous and he knew it, being the sucker that would catch most suckers as the SLDF air corps show cased The Unmakers' forces weren't the only force in the sky. If they could force that thing down, the squadron lead figured the ground pounders could deal with it, so they could focus on close air-support and combat air patrol.

Meanwhile back on the Patriot there was seconds left as each jump master looked at the light and counted down the time to jump. Ten seconds, nine, eight...... three, two, one. In infantry bays, the jump masters would yell as the klaxon sounded for jump. GO, GO, GO they would scream as they tapped and counted out their men. One by one, out each hatch the airborne infantry would step to the door and leap into the waiting skies. What they saw around them was chaos. Various winged beasts flew across the sky, while fighters and bombers flew through either chasing down the beasts, or delivering unending hails of laser fire to keep the things off of them. In the deployment bays, the same klaxons would sound and lights would change to green as mag rails holding up walkers would release. Gladius, Helios, and Sidewinder walkers would all fall from their perches as they were dropped into the sky, their maneuvering jets keeping them upright while they fell. In launch bays, tanks, fighting vehicles, and hover craft would have their pallets launched out the side of the ship, their chutes deploying to right the tanks mid drop. One by one they would fly out of the launch ramps, crews strapped in as they held on for dear life as they rode the wildest ride ever. What would look like black specs to anyone on the ground would be these various pieces of men and material falling from on high as the Odins flew overhead. Like majestic metal beasts of war, they would seemingly float through the skies above as their payloads fell on gravity's wings.

Meanwhile already on the ground at the outskirts of the city, Rhino Assault Landers would touch down and open their doors. And no sooner than did ramps fell and doors open did their cargo spring forth, Assault Walkers, Fire Support and Skirmish Walkers would immediately stomp onto the battlefield. And seconds after their deployment, before orders could even be issued, they would take contact as beasts of the Unmaker would assault their position. Laser cannon, flame projectors, and light cannons would tear into the demons, as ships tried to close their doors back up to get airborne. Not all would succeed however, as on the flanks one of the landers would be gored by a massive beast before many smaller ones would fill into the giant wound and over run it, slaughtering the crew. The pilots and gunners however would stand their ground and fight, firing repeatedly into the beasts until it was literally torn to pieces. As they set their landing zones, the second wave of more landers and heavy gunships would deliver air assault infantry platoons to the outskirts of the city and they would immediately set about to pushing in. Using the walkers to spear head advances, the infantry would push forward, fighting towards key centers as they had to fight block by block, street by bloody street. The Unmaker however seemed to have planned for this as large hell spawns would spring from the ground, tearing through buildings as they counterattacked. The two forces would clash as pilots and gunners fired everything they had into the would be attackers, and the Unmaker's forces piled on. It was a war zone here that was only matched by the people's of Surric own Civil War. And that hell had been the ground zero for use of chemical, nuclear, and biological warfare, as opposed to this just literal hell.

The Hobbesian Leviathan of the SLDF was now fully clashed with the forces of the Unmaker, in the biggest knock down, drag out brawl of millennia. And it was a no holds barred, winner takes all grudge match.

 

[Madlad]

TUNES

Madlad had been doing a data dump when it all began. It had to do one once a week, manually dumping info into a datapad in order to keep all it's systems working. After all, the databanks that it's systems were running were not meant to handle the stress of being sentient. Thus, the sheer amount of data that came with it had to be dumped somewhere. The sky literally opening up and pouring out demons interrupted this process. Every demon it could find would pay for that transgression.

The hunk of beskar followed Leea to the cockpit after making sure the children were properly safe, and reloading all it's chosen weaponry. it may have made that comment earlier about bait, but it was mostly in jest. Even Madlad didn't like the concept of an upset Talohn Atar. "Let's hope your wards aren't made of false dreams." It states to Zlova without skipping a beat as she enters the cockpit. It then turns to her as she offers him some odd mixture, taking a moment to look the container over in it's hands. It simply grunts, placing the mixture in one of the utility bags on it's gunbelt. Madlad had doubts, but even it had to admit that she typically pulled through. She was competent. Not that Madlad would ever say it aloud. With that, it's attention turns back to Leea. "She's right. With the distress signals I'm getting, the whole planet is dealing with this. I say we get Talohn and then get the fuck out."

The the ship rises from the hangar, Leea herself seeming to bring it to some random destination. More was clarified as Zlova made her wry comment about the cathar's bleeding soul. It's voicebox imitates a deep sigh as it shakes his head. "Dammit, you're probably ri-"

Even as the crimson wolf's turrets begin mowing demons out of the sky, turrets have blindspots. Madlad, being connected to the hip, was getting warning popups on the ship's conditions in it's vision. it was nothing serious, but those flying little bastards would get somewhere if nothing was done about them. It could hear them outside the walls, hissing as their claws the metal like nails on a chalk board. "Leea, keep shooting. I have pest control to do. "Whatever you do, keep us away from that dragon. The Crimson Wolf isn't that tough."

Without explaining what it even means by pest control, it exits the cockpit, unslinging the M-8 Shotgun from over it's shoulder, which was currently loaded with 8 guage slug rounds. Big enough to take down anything that came it's way. It's long slender fingers carry the gun by the barrel as it makes it's way through the ship to arrive at the airlock. Closing the door behind it, Madlad then opens the door. Instantly, the air vacuum sucks Madlad out of the ship. Of course, that was the plan. Just as it flies out of the ship, the grapple hook in the droid's left wrist fires off, the wire wrapping around one of the antennae sticking out of the ship. it begins retracting the wire, the droid's hydraulics pumping as it pulls itself onto the hull of the ship. Once it's there, it swings it's legs forward, megnets in it's sole activating so that it sticks to the hull. Once secure, it fully retracts the grapple hook.

Those within would hear metal dinging on the ship's hull as Madlad walks across the surface. Most organics would be dragged away by the sheer force. Madlad's build allows it to walk with ease, as if it were simply walking on the ground. The magnets on it's soles turn on and to support it's position with ever step it takes. The single lens on Madlad's face turns red as it scans for any heat signatures. "There you are." It grunts, cackling ever so slightly. Due to the sheer amount of noise, Madlad goes unnoticed as it comes up behind it's target. A slender pruple implike creature with wings, vovered in various glowing crystals and talons that glow red like molten metal. The beskar droid brings it's left hand down to grab the demon's right shoulder, a grip of steel literally digging into the flesh to lock around the shoulder bone. It screeches in pain, and Madlad's right hand grabs it's upper arm with it's right hand with a casual tug. The arm comes off, bones cracking and flesh tearing, all before the imp can react properly. Quickly after that, Madlad's left hand leaves the shoulder, lifting it up by the back of it's neck in a flash. The beast's arm still in it's right hand, Madlad pushes the arm forward, causing those claws to spear through flesh and impale the demon on it's own arm, crimson red coating the droid as blood leaves the beast like a sideways waterfall. Madlad then holds the creature off to the side and opens it's grip. sending the demon flying off into the distance far behind the ship. The droid gives an almost relieved sigh. "Holy shit, I needed that." Of course, the screech drew attention.

Madlad once again unslings the shotgun, holding it up at the ready. A horrid squawk. it's intention being a twisted warcry, was heard over the wind by the droid as talons attempt to swoop in. The droid leans to the side, claws just barely missing as it flies by. Just as it passes, Madlad fires off a slug which makes impact, sending the creature down to the surface as it's torso is blown in half. While the ship's cannons fire away at incoming threats, Madlad continues firing slug after slug, blowing apart any flying creature that makes it past the cannons and onto the ship.

Zlova Rue Leea Pandac Shuklaar Kyrdol Christina Locke

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Taiia Mataan //: Kyyrk //: The Monster //:

On wings of hope, you rise up through the night

Damn the Alliance, Allyson thought quietly. If this was happening here, in due time, it would eventually take place over Coruscant. Any information she gathered would only get swept under the rug, for they were too busy bickering amongst themselves.

Thoughts dissipated as she was pulled through the witch's spell. Vapor swirled around, drawing her in. No matter how many times Taiia did this, Allyson hated it. She could feel every nerve in her body flare as the teleportation held and launched her through time and space.

Her grip tightened for a moment, holding on to the redhead. Letting go only spelled disaster, she assumed. There was a pulse through the Force, something angry and hungry screamed through it. There was no reaction from the woman, but Allyson gritted her teeth. Fingers loosened, and right before she let go, Taiia would feel a familiar itch, <I'm sorry>. At that moment, Allyson let go and found herself free falling above the port.

"Shit." The Corellian took in her predicament. Maybe letting go was a bad idea, especially before figuring out their location. Gravity took its time to settle in, and when it did, the Spy suddenly began to fall head first towards the wreckage that was once the spaceport. Fortunately for her, the cybernetic eye quickly locked in on the hulking creature that had been tearing through what she thought were its allies. There was a sinking feeling in her stomach. Was this what cried through the Force with such unrelenting hatred and rage?

Part of her hoped so. The other part was wishing she didn't let go of Taiia's hand.

Using the Force, Allyson twisted and flipped forward so that her feet were under her and in control. Winds whipped at her, trying to pull her away from her course. Whatever the monstrosity that was tearing through the side of the build was, it needed to be put down. If she could use this element of surprise, it was possible to gain the upper hand.

Opening her hand, the Force gathered. Gold ribbons of light swirled, weaving the threads tightly into an elongated, curved arm of the light bow. An arrow created of pure light grew, cracking with the intensity of the Force. Carefully, a thread of the bow connected around the Corellian's thumb. With the bow drawn, Allyson continued to let herself fall until the cybernetic eye locked in on the Monster. Exhaling, she released the arrow and, as it burned through the sky downward, gathering speed. Whether it hit its target or not, once the arrowhead found a mark, a burst of Force light would expel from the construct. Tendrils of electricity would crawl along the ground seeking out anything of the dark side.

Falling still, she braced herself for impact, doing her best to use whatever was in her reserves to soften the landing with the Force.

 

[Svana Neoma]

Queen Liviana​

TAG: Talak Jenste | Tyran Numeck

And just like that, the young Queen was outnumbered in her desire to remain here, on her planet, strategizing how to save her people. Significantly outnumbered if you counted the hired Mandalorians individually, rather than as a whole. There had been a moment where Svana had looked up and she had watched Talak make his way into the room. There had never been a moment before now that she had seen him in anything less than some sort of refinery, and his appearance in armor along with the fully clad Mandos? The Queen's hands pressed flat to the table in front of her and she shifted both irritably and uncomfortably on her feet.

"It isn't right to run." she told them all, but unfortunately the men in this room were not wrong either, and she hated it. At this point, Svana had done everything she possibly could. She had sent the entirety of the guard into the streets to defend the people. She had ordered shuttles, both personal and otherwise to gather and evacuate survivors. Every order or command she gave was to preserve as many lives as was possible and get the off of the planet. But it didn't feel like enough; There was still the ever sinking sensation that Svana had done nothing but fail miserably as Queen to these people.

"What else can be done?" She finally asked, lifting her head from where it had bowed to look at both Talak and Tyran in turn. "What else can we do to save more of my people?" Svana would listen, and if they told her that there was nothing left? That everything had already been done that could be done? She would put up her hands and finally go like they wanted her to.

She could hear the devastation going on in her streets, and soon the fighting and destruction would reach them and close the window of opportunity to leave. And so, the young Queen waited for an answer, and was prepared to react accordingly either way.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran stood there with his arms crossed over his chest as the young queen let out her thoughts on the situation. Svana had done all she possibly could to save as many lives as possible, he couldn't have asked any more of her if he was a civilian out there with no training and relying on the guard to protect him. "You have done everything you possibly can from here. You have to trust your soldiers to do the rest now. Another dead queen is not going to make this transition any easier, and its my job to make sure you get off this rock in one piece anyways."

The Mandalorian had no issues dying a good death, it beat just growing old and watching all his skills just fade into nothingness over time, but he needed to make sure Svana was on that shuttle and safe as his first priority. Anything that happened after that was just fate.

Dyir approached Tyran, the blue armored Mando waited to be addressed before speaking. "Just heard from Savah, the spaceport evacuation is...sporty. The Tal'galaar is taking on as many civilians as they can and then they'll be airborne within the next few minutes."

That settled things for Tyran then. "You have 2 minutes to make your choice then. You get on that shuttle willingly or you get carried onto it against your will. You'd be far from the first royalty I've had to drag out of trouble because they didn't know better."


Svana Neoma | Talak Jenste

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[Shuklaar Kyrdol]

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Friendly Units: All infantry, vehicle crews and pilots equipped with 'Ysalamiri Birikad' Nutrient Frames.​

• Vuhyr'galaar-class Heavy Gunship squadron Beroya
• Jaig'alaar Fighter-bomber squadron Asmulr
• Kyr'galaar Multi-role Fighter squadron Kalikir
• Several other Vuhyr'galaar-class Heavy Gunship squadrons
• Several other HAT-01 Busayr-class Heavy Assault Transport squadrons
• Vuhyr'galaar-class Heavy Gunship squadrons
• Jaig'alaar Fighter-bomber squadrons
• Vornskr Mirshir-Jurkad Rammikade company Kyramud
• "Netra b' Sivkiryav" Jurkad Verde Mechanized Infantry Battalion
• "Ori'beskaryc" Jurkad Verde Tank Battalion

Tag(s): Talohn Atar | Christina Locke | Leea Pandac | Zlova Rue | Madlad | Open​

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Spoiler: Equipment

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• Armor:​
  • Beskar'gam
    • 'Ysalamiri Birikad' Nutrient Frame
    • Shoulder mounts:
      • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher​
    • Back mounts:
      • A-03S Verpine Shatter Autocannon​
      • MML-02S Miniaturized Missile Launcher
        • 8x Cretanr'ika-lcass Guided Plasma Micro-missile​
        • 8x Striilir'ika-class Brilliant Micro-missile​
    • Left Vambrace:
      • CP-03V CryoBan Projector​
      • PC-05V Plasma Caster​
      • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector​
    • Right Vambrace:
      • METL-02V Micro Energy Torpedo Launcher​
      • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
        • 2x Cretanr'ika-lcass Guided Plasma Micro-missile​
        • 2x Striilir'ika-class Brilliant Micro-missile​
• Implant:​
  • 'Rammikad' Enhancement Package​
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• Weapons:​
  • 2x M-06S 'Skirata' Mra'jitr​
  • Bes'phatir​
  • DP-02 Class-D Heavy Disruptor Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-4x Short Range Optics System​
  • FL-01 Verpine Shatter Flechette Launcher w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-12x Medium Range Optics System and UPC-06 Underbarrel Plasma Caster​

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Shuklaar Kyrdol, edge of Theed, Strill Securities Evacuation Zone Aurek​

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Golbah hill. Theed. Naboo. Two years ago, these names wouldn't have meant anything to him. It wasn't unusual to sometimes grow attached to clients, whether out of a preference for the arrangement or payment, or whether it was an alignment of ideals. Sometimes enough blood had been spilled and shed alongside one another that it couldn't helped. In their case, it was all of the above. When they'd first arrived, they were on the run, low on funds and desperately seeking space to unload the burden of extra passengers that far exceeded the rated capacity of their ships. The CIS had been good to them, they were almost back to how things should've been. If only he could say the same about his employers. ​

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The logical decision was to leave. These things...whatever they were, their fight wasn't with them. They hadn't incurred the wrath of whatever foul creature was now besieging the capital. They knew, however, what it felt like to be on this end of things. They knew what it felt like to know there was nowhere left to withdraw to. Everyone in the company who'd been with them during the Battle of Breshig remembered arriving in orbit over Monastery. What that had felt like. Whether it was illogical or not, they were tired of running. So for once, it was time to fight back. To get between these unearthly shabuire and those that couldn't fight for themselves. Make sure that while the valiant verde fought to keep them back, they got to safety.​

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When worlds first started going silent, he'd given the order for company forces to withdraw from facilities located on Confederacy worlds believed to be in the path of the attack. Sanitize and evacuate. Those were his exact orders. He needed them here. He didn't know the plan here, but he'd told Isley he'd make sure he'd get as many people out as possible. Of course, Isley, ever the politician and overburdened by work had given him one of those charismatic, trusting smiles and a reassuring statement that he couldn't recall at the moment. That might've had to do with that fact that he was in the middle of a pitched firefight alongside Ragar Nihut'tyr and Kyramud to buy time for the first company of Aran's Raiders to finish loading civilians. ​

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Ichor stained the rubble strewn tiled avenue as the eight Jurkad-Mirshir rammikade alongside him fired into the horde of oncoming creatures. The ammunition indicator for his Fl-01 verpine flechette launcher flashed red in his HUD as his he squeezed the trigger, the last anti-personnel flechette canister put down two of the creatures with 12 milimeter long depleted baradium micro-flechettes. It was no cause for celebration, the two that went down were replaced by six more. His A-03S autocannon's ammunition indicator was the next to flash red as he reached for another drum. ​

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A lapse in composure, and a curse escaped his lips as he rapidly blink-clicked his way through the targeting interface. Shuk lost track of how many missiles he'd loosed from the launcher. The detonation blew out the windows on the houses on either side of the street, but there were no more unnatural life signs displayed on his HUD. "Utrel'a!" he called over squad comms, the sound of a Tra'taab'morut IFV driving away laden with civilians punctuated his sentence. Sighing, he raised Aran, "Aran, din'kartay."​

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"Two steps from going to haran. We're holding, but no one knows how many are left and the skies are just getting more filled with shabuire and osik," came the reply over the comms. "Shereshoy and Marev are holding evac Besh. Cresh is reporting their last convoy's just reached." Records were the least reliable things at a time like this. No one and nothing knew where everyone was, and so they had to resort to combing residential areas manually, clearing the unnatural shabuire and hoping there were still people left to save. Casualties had been limited, but that number wasn't getting any lower. ​

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Just as he was about to respond, his armor's communication suite picked up a transmission on CIS frequencies, given the number of frequencies it was being transmitted on it was a distress call, but then Shuk saw who the transponder code belonged to. He checked to see who the nearest unit was with a quick glance at the map generated by his armor's Manda unit. Technically, it was the currently civilian laden IFVs that they'd just provided cover for. Talohn was aliit, he wasn't waiting for another unit to divert. ​

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"Talohn, this is Shuklaar Kyrdol. We're en route. I'm passing you the location of two evacuation zones. Callsign of the officers in charge are, Sivkiryav 6 and Marev 6," he said as he turned to Ragar, "send Ukran and the others to support, we're going to go lend a hand to the ad'ika." The stoic ramikad al'verde went about his tasking without missing a beat. Talohn's cut off transmission would ordinarily be a cause for concern, but he was a Verd, and like the others he was an atin'la shabuir. Shuk wasn't worried. Not yet, anyway. ​

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"Aran, might have more your way. I'm diverting to assist. Keep me apprised of our window," he said over comms and without waiting for Aran's response, he turned to the eight Mandalorians with him. "Mando'ade! Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur!" A loud, determined chorus of 'Oya' answered him. As one, nine armored figures took to jetting between the rooftops as they made their way over to Talohn's position, not even dignifying the hordes below with the moment's pause it would take to engage them. The worst insult your enemy could suffer was to be ignored.​

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The sheer array of unnatural horrors arrayed against Talohn and his impromptu squad was enough to make lesser men bault, but it raised the spirits of the warriors about to descend on them with the fury of Kad Shabla Ha'rangir himself. Without an exchanged word, targeting solutions were displayed on each other's HUD to prevent catching each other in crossfire, and then they went to work. Leaping off the tops of nearby buildings on wings of dull, barely visible TibannaX fueled fire, the eight Mandalorian ramikad and their alor went to work. ​

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Cretanr'ika-lcass Guided Plasma Micro-missiles impacted the center of horde, showering the monsters in incendiary plasma. It sure looked like scene straight out of haran now. flechette and high caliber verp rounds, energized ripper rounds and Class-D disruptor bolts were fired in hate at anything that still moved or had something that could be registered as a sign of life. Once he landed, without skipping a beat, Shuklaar and the others backed up towards Talohn's position and assumed defensive positions. "Sorry we're late, ad'ika, but better late than never. Looks like you were giving the shabuire a good old fashioned Mandalorian welcome,"​

 

[Taiia Mataan]

//: Allyson Locke //: Open //:​

There had been a shift in the teleport, something she had not sensed before she steadied herself as she focused down the steps toward the droids and the soldiers. She didn't need to ask what it was, Allyson had let go, she was somewhere else, she paused for half a moment and sighed. <You can make it up to me later. Just be careful. If you need me you know how to get my attention> there was a bit of mirth in her tone. However much she was concerned about Allyson she needed to focus now. The redhead descended the steps slowly the hum of the sabers was drowned out by blaster fire as well as the sounds of damned and pirates.

This would be different from the other battles she had fought this was for her home, and for all those people who made it that way. The force began to gather in her legs as she walked and within a few more steps she leaped forward past the front line of defense and into the enemy that was surging forward. The force of her landing wasn't meant to be gentle, she landed hard enough to knock anybody standing near her to the ground and then began her work.

Brilliant white blades danced in contrast to the dark creatures as Taiia began slashing through the enemy on all sides. She was expertly combating enemies on all sides, she began to channel the force into her sabers, and a flash of golden lightning arced across each blade. She would only fight until she was truly in danger of being overwhelmed and with the constant flow of enemies that would only be a matter of time. She brought both blades together in front of her and slashed as a bolt of lightning tore through the enemy tearing a hole enough for her to bolt out of back behind the defensive line.

It was a truly unending horde that was descending upon them. emerald eyes turned to a command droid on her right. "Don't suppose you have any armor on site to call up?"

The droid saluted promptly "Sorry ma'am we are fully engaged across the planet. Heavy fighting is going on in orbit too. Though we have reports that A LOT of help is on the way down." To accent, the droid pointed up at the sky as the first few transports began breaking through the atmosphere. The redhead simply nodded and readied herself to charge back into the enemy.​

 

[Christina Locke]

Equipment: Spacers Leather Jacket, LabRec Harness, Ruby Rumbler, Utility Belt, Necklace
Location: Talohn Verd's Location
Tags: Talohn Atar Shuklaar Kyrdol

It was a dangerous dance to be had on the outskirts of Talohn Verd's location. The mechanical arms were covered in ichor, her helmet becoming more and more difficult to see through as small scrapes and scratches blocked her view. Alongside the ichor, she was finding it more and more difficult to work through as the sound of jetpacks filled her ears.

She wanted to look, but the creature in front of her demanded attention before she pinned it beneath a downward strike to the ground with a satisfying crunch. Her visor shifted trying see the incoming forces, the sound of gunfire and rockets disorienting her further as something grabbed her leg.

Her head whipped around, unable to see what had grabbed her before she felt the her balance shift. Air greeted her, feet skyward as the visor filled with the gaping maw of a creature screaming in her face before tossing her towards the gathered defenders with a vicious swipe. The ruby colored chest rig and woman flying through the air before making solid contact with the outer wall.

The arms became heavier, resisting her commands as she tried to cover her head in time. Curled up into a ball as best she was able, the dust from her impact covered her quite well as she unfurled and found herself lodged between a mangled bench and the wall behind it.

<<Kinda stuck here! Some help would be nice!">> A call across the line being made as she struggled against the bench.

 

[Kyyrk]

The End was Nigh.
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Kyyrk came to a pause as the Beast entered the scene. Kyyrk's eyes narrowed behind his helmet. Even at the height of his power, this beast would have taken much to fell. Now? He wasn't sure if he could defeat something like it alone. It surely was a foe beyond the skill of the soldiers and droids that stood with him. The beast howled, preparing to charge, and Kyyrk made a snap decision. His left hand flew up keying the activation button for his comlink. Thankfully, this time he had a signal. "All forces, the Theed spaceport has fallen, repeat, Theed Spaceport has fallen." A pause. "It's been an honor. Kyyrk out."

A true warrior spent every day preparing for the fight he didn't walk away from. And Kyyrk knew what he was looking at. His saber spun once as his eyes closed, and the blade lifted to just below his chin. A quiet incantation was spoken as his left hand paused at the emitter of his blade, beginning to glow brightly with some otherworldly power. Then his hand slid along the length of the blade, imbuing it with that same Light. They said in a warrior's final moments, his thoughts would remain with home. But Kyyrk could only picture the smiling face of Alessandra Creed . His eyes opened as the beast rushed towards him.

It was fast. But he was faster. Kyyrk sidestepped the monstrosity, bringing his blade around to slash at the beast's arms and shoulders, but ready to deflect an attack from its sword. He was forced to disengage as a flash of light exploded from the ground nearby. Kyyrk did not need to look up to know Allyson was falling towards his position. He spun, throwing his lightsaber at the monster with all his might, and turning to grip Allyson through the Force with his other hand, slowing her fall. His right hand outstretched again, and called his blade back to him. As it landed within his hand, he shouted, "I'll hold off the beast, get the rest of the civilians on the transport!" The Octarchy soldiers nodded once, and slowly began to fall back into the spaceport, doing their best to slow the beasts that pursued them. "Go, Allyson. Taiia will need your help elsewhere. I'll distract the beast for you to escape."

Allyson Locke || The Monster