Invasion Blackout | ME Invasion of GA-held Yag'Dhul, Kiffu, Thyferra & Ukatis

[Anna Carden]

Location: Capital City of Ukatis, Things starting to heat on the High Ground
Engaging: Amani Serys BB-610

The droid seemed to have no ill intent, which was why Anna let him speak whatever he was going to say. When it told her that 'a friend' was going to join her though, she stopped sniping and rested her left hand on the holster. Nice lady or not, she'll decide on that. "Tell her to enter slowly. No sudden movements."

Having this kind of talk while a roaring battle was happening behind your back was awkward, and the lady that just entered through the doorway probably felt the same as she greeted the Mandalorian.

A Jedi. Dank farrik, did she mess up by letting this happen?

Do not worry, control your mannerisms. Anna used the HUD on her helmet to identify the woman. Her eyes widened upon a high-profile data match. Wait, not only she was a Jedi, but...

Amani Serys, the Countess of Alderaan. Alright, she messed up really badly.

Trying to not show sudden aggression, she slowly put her left hand off the holster. "Trust me, I feel the same." She muttered, though the beskar helmet and her modulated voice obscured her saddened emotion. The droid added that he was in another major conflict before, and seeing a Mandalorian who was a close friend die was painful for him. But what can they do about war, really? "I'm just a soldier fighting a war, besides..."

The Red Raven slowly walked toward the open windows, lightly motioning to the chaos below to both the Mirialan and the droid. Mandalorian squads mercilessly mowing down outgunned and outclassed combatants, even the ones who were already down on the ground helpless. She sighed at the sight, "The Enclave is my family. Refusing its wishes, especially willingly going with 'the enemy' means desertion."

"And no Mandalorian turns their back on family." The finality in her voice signaled that the talk was over, no matter how much she wanted for this conflict to be over without unnecessary casualties. Turning to Amani and Bee, she calmly exclaimed. "Please leave the conflict zone before you are designated as combatants."

A warning.

 

[Valery Noble]

Kiffu

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Ship: Link
Weapons: Lightsabers | Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Vren Rook

"I'm defending my home," Valery said with rising intensity in her voice and in her eyes. There was no way to get around a clash, and they both knew it. Still, she waited for him to retrieve his helmet, and dipped her head in response to his salute. "I'm sorry as well." The second that passed afterwards felt like an eternity, with both warriors staring each other down while lightning all around them split the sky apart. But as soon as his finger pulled on the trigger, that familiar sense of danger pulled her back into focus, and she drew up her blade.

The first impact caused a low-yield explosion in front of her to illuminate the rooftop. The second bolt zipped right passed her, and the third connected with her hand, though augmented by the Force to deflect it away. A risky choice, knowing they exploded against energy fields, but the Force was no lightsaber or shield generator. The impact against the roof top caused the ground to shake from the subsequent explosion, and she knew it was just the beginning.

Vren was quick to use his jump boots to stay on the move, and Valery followed, but with a different plan. Her left hand extended, and with one powerful tug on the stone and steel underneath them, the rooftop began to crumble. This district had already been evacuated, so she knew that she wasn't endangering lives with it.

With the rooftop coming down, she knew he had to move and either ride the falling debris down, or blast up into the sky with his boots or jetpack. She was waiting, and as soon as he had to make that choice, she sent a wave of heavy debris up into the air, hoping to intercept him if he were to make his way up into the air. At the same time, Valery exploded up into the sky herself and transitioned into a backflip away from the collapsing roof, so she could land on the building behind it.

Her blade was drawn, and she was ready to continue the battle.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Lightning ripped through the sky behind Kahlil, flashing him in a silhouette as he walked. There wasn't much he could do to outright evade the seemingly random crashing thunder save for more of his attraction runes that he left in his wake to keep himself safe. He walked, guided by Serenity. The Mandalorians had seemed to give up chase on him. Their objectives likely laid elsewhere. Likely meant the destruction of some building or another.

That was fine. He wasn't here to win a battle or a war. Just here to get the people caught up in it out.

"Are we close?"

"Almost. They're hidden in the building further up to the right."

"And evac?"

"They'll be ready."

Good. Kahlil continued, doing his best to send the strikes of lightning as far from him as he could. He could sense when they were coming, but how could he defend the others when they couldn't? That thought came to an end as he passed an alley and heard a rifle click on. Kahlil paused. Turned his head towards the sound.

"Don't."

It was a simple warning. Kahlil was still blind. It'd be way more trouble to try and fight anyone blind. But they knew what he was capable of now. <Go back ahead Serenity. They need to get out of this city before the lightning rips it all apart.>

<I-> There was a hesitation, clearly. But Kahlil just smiled.

<Civilians first. Go.>

Serenity hopped off his shoulder, leaving the Jedi there at the edge of the alley as they rushed towards where they had disappeared prior.

Yael Kandar

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Ukatis - Axilla, beneath the royal palace
Friendly Tags: Makko Vyres
Unfriendly Tags: Adenn Munin | Tish Cowen [Eventually tm]
UL-13 "Corporis" Skin Suit | HG-54 Class Verpine Hand Cannon | C-11 Combat Knife |
Lightsaber

"Get back!"

"What are-"

Makko went quiet, sinking into the Force. His concentration was elsewhere, extending out towards the impending danger. Had they been in a less chaotic environment, Cora would've taken a moment to appreciate how focused and resolute he'd become.

Instead, she placed her trust in Makko. A slapdash barrier she'd conjured around them kept the recoil and debris of the preemptive explosion from striking them.

With the ceiling partially collapsed, they were afforded a glance of the surface battle. Though she'd grown accustomed to war, Cora's heart beat with a different sort of fury.

Father and Dominick…they'd better be alright. I never asked if they were the only ones here.

She'd hoped that the rest of their family was safe at home on the Ascania estate, deep in farming territory. It was an ugly thought, to be grateful that she'd only heard reports that the capital was under assault. If the Mandalorians were attacking other locations on Ukatis, Cora was unaware.

She nodded once to Makko.

"Let's go."

Cora led them through the remainder of the corridor, deeper into the catacombs. Etchings on the wall in High Ukatian indicated which passages went further towards the exit point, and which were trapped. She took a hard turn, then stopped suddenly at the precipice of a narrow hall.

"This one's trapped." She tapped a symbol chipped into the stone wall, the mark unrecognizable to those unfamiliar with her native tongue. "If we step on any of the tiles in the first three rows or so, shock netting will fall from the ceiling."

A few steps back, and Cora leapt forward, clearing the trigger tiles. She stood from her crouch, motioning for Makko to do the same before they continued on.

"They're getting closer." She murmured.

 

[Vren Rook]

EN ROUTE TO CORPORATE SECTOR | KIFFU
ALLIES: ENCLAVE | IMPs
ENEMIES: GA
ENGAGING: Valery Noble
GEAR: In Bio

PALE RIDER​

If only he was a rookie.

He'd be more incapable of maiming or killing her. But veteran survival instinct had Vren refuse to remain like a salt pillar to see what will happen. Instead of waiting for her to rip up the ground beneath his feet, he did it for them. One of the rockets from his jetpack followed the salvo of bolts he sent her way and hit the roof right in front of her as she deflected one of the blaster bolts.

The entire roof caved beneath them both.

As they both fell, Vren activated his jetpack to prevent his fall to the floor below them. He knew she'd be able to break her fall with the Force, so he touched down on the uneven debris a few feet away from her. He could have capitalised on the falling situation, but didn't out of honour. Instead, he holstered one pistol and drew his kal while still holding the other pistol.

He was no beskad-wielder, but he had survived this long against Force Users with the few weapons he had.

So this time, he was the one who waited.

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

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Equipment
Armor	Beskar'gam.
Melee Weapons	Kih'Meshurok, shoto lightsaber.
	The Royal Dragon, lightsaber.
	Kada'yr, kal.
Rifles	The Distant Chill, hybrid sniper-assault blaster rifle.
Pistols	KSTR-20 Borealis Heavy Blaster Pistol.
	ENCL-21 Ra'ntisr Heavy Blaster Pistol.
	The Twins.
	KYR-54 Skathe Hand Cannon.
	M.I. Model 6 Hybrid Pistol.
Explosives	Jūryoku 12 Repulsor Grenades [12xs].
	Konīde 10 Plasma Detonators [4xs].
	EMP Grenades [6xs].
"Droids"	Basilisk.

Primary Objective: Teach a young padawan to fear the Galaxy... before she loses more innocence trying to fix it.
Secondary Objective: Steal information from HQ of the Yag'Dhul shipyards for the Mandalorian Enclave.
Allies: Mandalorians.
Engaging: Ceri Fraissi ...
Misc. Tags: Yuri Maji Jenn Kryze Yael Kandar ...

H E A L T H - B A R:
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War. What is it good for?​

"You may have given up on keeping a Light shining in a dark Galaxy. But I won't."

Back turned, floating in the air, Gwyneira frowned. This girl sounded so much like her own daughter, Elise Vizsla. So optimistic about saving the Galaxy and solving its problems. It was a shame. A real shame... But even as the Force flared through her Force Sense, and the Padawan chanted to "Ashla," Gwyn remained turned away from the girl. She merely activated her magnetic soles so she could stay on the dome. She did not want to fight this child, but it was increasingly obvious that she was not backing off.

So stubborn... Gwyn sadly smiled beneath her buy'ce, Was I that obstinate at that age?

The Force hit her. Gwyn let it. Her cybernetic sight was reduced to nothing. Induced blindness. There was no panic at the attack, however. Only a chill calm. She loosened her magnetic soles' grips on the dome so she could move her feet. She could sense exactly where the Padawan was - and even sensed the crystals in her twin lightsabers. The mere signatures, lights in the dark, allowed Gwyneira to react accordingly. Knowing exactly where the blades were striking, she lifted her combat vambrace. The plasma shield was activated, blocking one saber. With another hand, she blocked with her Kal. As the two blades locked, Gwyneira closed her eyes and extended her senses using the Force. The Padawan's attacks kept coming, and Gwyneira continued to use her Force Sense alone to block and evade as Force Sight blossomed. She now could see, as if her eyes still worked, using the Force.

Purely defensive, Gwyneira blocked another duel blade attack. Judging by the posture of the girl she was fighting, Gwyneira realized what style she was using instantaneously.

<"Form Seven, Vaapad. You're a bit young to be utilizing that style, don't you think?">

Her she spoke in a tone that was soft, teasing. Motherly. She dryly laughed, <"There's a grave danger to using it, as it draws on emotion. Emotion and the Force can be a deadly combination. You're... unstable. Are you sure about using it right now?">

She finally pushed back, shoving the padawan back with her physical might. She activated her jetpack and deactivated her magnetics. She flew quite a ways back, sensing something in the void above them. Life forms. By the sounds of it, Cabur'tomad was engaged in combat, but not with energy soldiers. They were animals, by the way Gwyneira sensed them. Mynocks, perhaps? She spoke to Cab through her comlink, <<"Keep them off us, Cab! Good boy!">>

Gwyneira landed on the dome again, several feet from where the Padawan stood. Gwyneira deactivated her plasma shield and sheathed her Kal. Then, she reached for her cybernetic leg. A slot opened in it, and she pulled two cylinders from it. She pulled them in front of her, a combat stance made.

<"There's a reason I never used Vaapad myself."> She activated the objects in her hand. Lightsabers. One was a small, amber lightsaber blade shoto. The other was a standard blade, though purple in color. Both hilts were made of beskar. This Mandalorian not only had two lightsabers, but knew how to craft and use them herself. <"My own emotions are a mess. But I could teach you a thing or two, I've seen enough...">

She activated her jump boots, floating just inches over the dome.

<"... to know how the Galaxy works.">

Her jetpack activated once again. She flew towards the padawan with Form Five as her obvious choice. She flew towards the child, offering a swift flurry of strikes. It was not meant to kill, however. If anything, if any hits struck they would be minor injuries. This was not a real fight, in Gwyneira's mind. No, this was a lesson.

If this padawan was going to insist in taking duty on, she needed to know what she was getting into.

 

[Atin Tracinya]

DODECAPOLIS, YHAG'DUL
Allies: Aurelian Sigismund | Celt Saxon | Nelliel Kryze | Kad Wren | Gailen Keldau | Halden Chaussidier | Gwyneira Vizsla | Tella Voland
Hostiles: Zark San Tekka (engaging) | Connel Vanagor | Nizhalgal | Kostodu Xyston | Ceri Fraissi | Elias Edo
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Time seemed to slow for Atin as he zeroed in on the thermal detonator, its lone red light blinking. It arced through the air, climbing higher and higher in the Yhag'dul's low gravity. But not high enough. The charge hung in the air for moments longer than it he was used to before it began to fall. It wouldn't reach the exogorth's head, stun it enough for them both to escape. The Jetii intended for them both to die here, it seemed. Atin would curse the Jedi as he began to squeeze the trigger.

But the detonator began to rise, some unseen wind carrying it higher than it had climbed before. The same unseen wind that had pelted Atin with countless stones just moments ago. Not so eager to die, Jedi?

Atin waited for the silver explosive to climb higher, higher, so that the exogorth would take the full force of the impact to the face before he pulled the trigger. The explosion shook the exogorth, leaving behind tendrils of flame that quickly went out. But it was enough. Orange blaster bolts lanced up towards the exogorth's face, the still raw wound seeming like a good target. And a streak of blue arced the black void of space. The Jedi sank his blade deep into the worm's head whilst Atin fired whatever he could, and when the exogorth shuddered, fell to the earth and finally died, the settling dust silhouetted a Mandalorian and Jedi.

Atin held his weapon low. The Jedi, he was strong. Though Atin did know his face or his name, he was willing to honor his enemy. It wasn't everyday one could claim they felled an exogorth, and Atin was more than happy to have his name attached to the legend, even if Jetii was also mentioned. The Jedi though, did not seem so keen as to show the same respect. He lifted his blade, pointed it at Atin, despite the swaying of his body. Atin's blaster rose to meet it.

"By Creed, you owe me a life debt," the Jedi said. Atin's lips curled back in an unseen snarl. "What do you know of our Creed? Our debts?" Atin barked. The Mandalorian's fingers itched. He would not be enslaved to anyone again. Not be used, be expendable. Not be property.

Atin's blaster fell once more. "Put that fething glowstick away before you pass out and hurt yourself," he growled. "I'll patch your suit." Without another word, Atin began to climb up the worm's body, his jetpack still sparking. Though Atin was loathe to admit it, the Jedi was right. Were it not for the Jedi's help, Atin would be dead right now.

Making his way to the top and over to the Jedi, it was now that Atin was finally able to see his opponent's face. Old, with a wrinkled face, marred by unforgiving time. And still, Atin could see the warrior's eyes beneath the frail visage. He'd witnessed that warrior.

Atin indicated for the Jedi to sit. He did not care if the Jedi actually listened, if the man died of his own stubbornness, at least Atin would be free of the debt. "By Creed," he practically spat the name of the sacred tenets at the Jedi, "my life belongs to you now. Until the day where my debt is fulfilled, paid back in full, I am to protect and serve you." Atin prayed it would be a short service.

The Mandalorian reached to the pouch hanging from the back of his hip and procured something. A bottle of expanding sealant spray. One-time use, typically reserved for the worst of breaches.

Atin moved the Jedi's hand from his suit's breach before beginning to spray the dark grey foam over it. "What, Jedi want to become one with the Force so badly, you don't use self-sealant in your EVA suits?" Atin asked, half accusatory. Piss poor gear, or piss poor planning. Both might as well have been sins. And still, here Atin was, beholden to a life debt held by the enemy of his people. Enslaved again.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Ukatis
Allies: Braze , Ryana mina
Opponent: Domina Prime

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"Chit."

Jasper turned his head as an incoming web came towards his face, but the projectile hit it's mark, obscuring one of his eyes. More came, however, and with now impared sight the Jedi Knight quickly shifted into evasive manuvers, weaving his way around the silk projectiles that were being thrown at him. Weak as his force sensitivity was, he at least had the instincts to sense incoming blows, and the woman's absence in the force made her stand out from even far away. As he wove his way through her silk, almost in a rythmic manner, Domina began to lay down traps as well. His footing became strained, but the knight maintained his resolve, moving through the traps as he attempted to close the distance once more. More webs made contact, one hitting his shoulder and staggering the man, but he kept moving.

A net came, which Jasper was prepared for by the time it got to him, leaping over the top of it with the use of his training in Ataru, landing gracefully on the other side. It was the tail that followed that caught him off guard. The man had just enough time to process what was happening. There was a stinger of some kind on the end, no doubt carrying some kind of scorpion-style toxin. At present he had no means of dodging the blow, and he had very little time to draw his lightsaber to deflect it. He really only had one option, which was to hope that his mechanical arm could take it.

And that was when a spear of wind flew past him. Jasper would step back, allowing the projectile to push back the tail and give him a moment to catch his breath.

<Thanks, kid,> he told Braze telepathically.

Ryana would assist too, trying her best to cover up the traps that had been layed out. It was nice to have a little back up, even if a padawan could only do so much against a fully fledged mandalorian, especially one with a clear biological advantage. Suddenly he was through and back on the offensive.

The Sentinel of Harmony reacted quickly, reaching for the woman's tail with his mechanical hand ready to deflect whatever stinger was on the end of it. The last thing he needed was to have some kind of neurotoxin killing him from the inside. He'd let the runes on his hands flow with force energy, attempting to grapple and freeze Domina's tail solid. One less thing for him to get stabbed by. Considering the fact that Jasper was already bleeding, the less sharp things on her the better.

 

[Selle Skern]

Armor | Carbine | Sidearm | Shuttle
Allies: GA, Drego Avik Yarmin
Enemies: Enclave, Suvi Dragr Sahan Dragr
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The wind howled past Selle as the shuttle pursued the Enclave Mando. The cityscape below was a blur of lights and structures, and the distant sounds of blaster fire and explosions reminded her of the ongoing battle. The shuttle's engines roared, echoing her determination. Seeing her Vode go down to a flash of lightning only angered her more - steeling her resolve to defeat this mando'ad.

As the case went on and the gold-plated mandalorian continued to try and evade her, she made sure to use the full range of the shuttle's impressive manueverability, doing whatever she can to stay on his tail, despite his speed. Everytime the shuttle pulled close to him she'd fire off a volley of shots from her carbine, but things were getting too hairy. She needed to catch up with him.

Setting her shuttle to go as fast as possible, Selle readied the whipcord launcher and ascension gun on her vambraces. This was going to be a difficult play, and probably even more dangerous than diving onto her shuttle to do some surfing. With a deep breath, she launched herself from the shuttle's roof, using the momentum and whatever speed she could muster with her repulsor pack to propel forward in the air. The city lights became a dizzying streak below her as she soared through the sky, the wind ripping at her armor. As she closed the distance, she fired the whipcord launcher from her left vambrace. The thin, strong wire shot out, aiming for the Enclave Mando's jetpack. At the same time, she readied the ascension gun on her right vambrace, preparing to pull herself even closer once the whipcord found its mark.

 

[The Vulptex]

Ally: Lyrrin
Enemy: Zorana
Names: Samantha, Alex
OOC Music: Unbreakable Determination

Chit.

The two figured bolted through the darkness, dodging explosions left and right. The mando definitely couldn't track them with her helmet off, so it was a matter of survival at this point. They couldn't be put on the backfoot, The Vixen rushing outward and out of sight before freehanding up a wall away from the mando. The Vixen just needed to get up close enough before...

A chain loosed from her arm, a practiced throw flinging it into the night air at the mando's arm. If only the Vixen could get it around an arm or a leg, then she could enact the next part of the plan.

The Eagle on the other hand booked it in a completely different direction. They too went for the rooftops, pulling out a deployable bow and taking aim, firing off an arrow at the mando. It wasn't anything fancy, but it didn't need to be. A ninja didn't need fancy tricks other than a pointy stick and a little bit of range. As long as they hit the bodyglove, that would be a nasty wound...

 

[Reggie Rau]

STORM
AXILLA | UKATIS
ALLIES: ENCLAVE | IMPs | I.M.P
ENEMIES: GA | NJO
ENGAGING: Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris
GEAR: In bio

DELIRIUM​

Finally a challenge!

The Jedi was good. Exceptionally fast for one that looked as fatigued as she was. The lightwhips did what they were intended to do. Reggie managed to narrowly move her head to the side as one came down, striking the pauldron of her armour instead. Sparks flew as plasma met beskar, some of them striking her neck, causing minor burns but not hampering the Mando'ad as it should have.

"Shabuir!" Reggie hissed the curse as, instead of striking with the beskad again, she sent a three-round burst of blaster bolts at the Jedi instead. A typical Mando'ad would put distance between themselves and a Force User, but Reggie realised the moment that whip had hit her armour, that it would be a mistake to move out of the way. So as she fired the blaster, her jetpack sped her forward instead, into the Jedi's personal space. Only then did the beskad strike again - this time as a slice toward the Jedi's throat.

She had vowed she wouldn't die the same way her parents had - at the hands of a Jedi. That she would avenge their deaths - bring honour to them. She wasn't planning on breaking it now. If she could erase one more Jedi from the face of the Galaxy, it would appease her for a while.

Loss was a fickle master. It removed any proper reasoning from an individual. As in the case of Reggie, it fueled blind hatred. Emotion drove her forward, had her discard her helmet. Her full focus was on the woman in front of her - to remove the very slightest bit of pain from her heart by trying to kill one of the Order that had sanctioned the strike on Thyrsus.

A flawed vision, but the scion persisted in her vehemence nonetheless.

 

[Raphael Calgar]

[ Location: Thyferra | Corvette Bridge ]
[ Allies: Natasi Fortan ]
[ Vicinity: Dracken Pryce | Maldor Mecetti | Yolaghun | Oyoos Groyuc-Konaasch | Hiro Statura | Vemric Keldra ]
[ Opposition: Jenn Kryze ]
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Gods above, Raphael gasped inwardly. He'd caught sight of what damage the Mandalorian had inflicted on his fellow Senator. Gruesome. The man's eyes flicked back to the T visor of his now, opponent. Things had changed, perhaps not for the better. The weaponry they'd have access to in the locker across the room wasn't going to be enough to cut it, both of their physical states notwithstanding. Raphael held the blade out in front of him, his feet moving in a practiced manner. It felt natural to him, the pain of his burns, the rush of adrenaline, the thrill of a fight - all of it called out to his instinct. The man may have been a Senator and politician but this one had some grit to him. He shifted closer to the armored woman - a protection Raphael really wished he had at the moment. No use whining about it, he thought to himself.

Stabbing the air in front of him, Raphael feinted a few small attacks to his right. The woman in front of him didn't bite - he should have expected that. With each step forward he tried to gauge the Mandalorian's response, hoping that her movements would reveal some opening. When he thought he saw one, he moved.

With his left hand, he reached for the woman's holster, his right hand with the vibroblade drawing backward. If he could use the leverage of a hand at her belt to drive the point of his weapon home he might just have a chance. He plunged the blade forward towards the woman's armpit, an enraged yell escaping his lips - equal parts pain and effort. He'd lost sight of everything else, tunnel vision in full effect. The attack he made would leave him exposed but Raphael was no stranger to the idea of mutual destruction. It was a careful game, a dangerous game, of feint, of attack and counter. While he may not have the advantage, he wasn't going down without a fight.

 

[Nelliel Kryze]

MNV-52 'Beviin' Class Space Superiority Fighter
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| Location | Yag'Dhul, En Route to Dodecapolis
| Objective | Escort Bombing Run
| Focus | Kad Wren / Halden Chaussidier

Nelliel didn't have much time to do anything other than do her best to keep her ship airborne without stalling as she started to try and roll to try and swing the little vampiric energy leeches that clung to her hull off with inertia. The little bastards were persistent though and held fast as she watched her console start to flash orange as the craft started to lose power. That was when she glanced up to see the glow of Kad's starfighter coming at her and trying to fire. She roughly twisted her flightstick as she turned to be perpendicular to the ground below as laser shots from Kad's Beviin whizzed by her. The barrage managed to snipe one of them off as it exploded into a fountain of goo and viscera before Nel opened up her comms.​

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<" You're a crazy laserbrain taking potshots at me like that while my shields are down Hotshot. But thanks for the assist. I'll handle it on my own, just get eyes back on that freighter before they catch us with both our pants down. And don't let those bastards get latched onto you either. ">​

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She turned her ship back to be parallel to the ground as she diverted power from the engines to make sure it stayed airborne, slowing herself down in the process. She checked to make sure her helmet and suit were sealed before taking a deep breath. She slammed the button to open the hatch to her cockpit as it slid open as she pushed herself up and out, clinging to the hull as she pulled her sidearm out from its holster, her HUD lighting up in the dark of the vacuum to locate the Mynocks still latched onto her hull and yelled, " Get the kark off my ship! " Several well-placed shots would be fired as the little energy parasites were blasted off her hull as she scrambled to get back inside her cockpit and back on track.​

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| Friendly | @ Skull Squadron / @ Enclave
| Hostile | @ Revenant Squadron / @ Galactic Alliance / @ GA Friendly Pilots​

 

[Valery Noble]

Kiffu

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Ship: Link
Weapons: Lightsabers | Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Vren Rook

Valery gritted her teeth when the rooftop beneath her feet gave way faster than anticipated. But the drop down to the floors below wasn't really her biggest concern — the debris and instability of the building was. Because even though the ceiling collapsed, parts of it remained intact, and crumbled down later or lingered above them, compromised but still holding on by a thread. Some of the rock and steel fell down moments after Vren and Valery began to fall, threatening to flatten them into the floor.

But she wasn't going to let it.

While Vren stabilized himself with his jetpack and chose not to engage in chaos of the moment, Valery raised a hand and deflected falling debris away from them both while she dampened her own landing with the Force. Perhaps his armor and jetpack would have protected him, but a good hit from a large chunk of concrete could still be trouble. Either from impact, or just by bringing him off-balance mid-combat.

"This place won't hold forever," she said, but he knew that. Still, Vren drew a blade of his own, and Valery brought up her left hand to summon the second of her two lightsabers into her hand. Two violet blades now burned between them, and this time, she was going to make the next move.

With one powerful leap, she launched herself towards one of the walls, before bouncing to another in an erratic pattern. She was making sure to be hard to track, and moved fast enough to where turning her way became increasingly more frustrating. Until she felt ready, and finally exploded in his direction from his left flank. With one blade, she kept herself ready to intercept incoming bolts, and the right-handed blade swept in towards his neck.

 

[Veshok Rook]

SHADOW STORM
Objective II​

Location: City outskirts, Kiffu
Tags: Cord Starfall Vulcan Krayt

The shot didn't hit its mark. She was fast, agile and either extremely lucky or force sensitive - and few non-force sensitives carried lightsabres. Vesh let out a frustrated sigh as she fled into the alleyway. Then he waited a few moments before standing back up from his crouched position behind the crates and pushed on ahead. Although he moved at a respectable pace, his weapon was never lowered and his finger remained on the trigger. A clear indication that he had had at least a bit of training.

Upon arriving by the alleyway into which the woman had escaped, the tall Mandalorian saw her scurry in behind a dumpster as she flung a few insults at him and the other attacker. He looked at the dumpster with a dumbfounded expression before raising his rifle to shoot at it. The bolt hit it, causing it to rumble a bit, but there was no signs of it being overly flammable and the bolt obviously hadn't penetrated it.

"This is what I left others for?" he mumbled quietly to himself, disappointment clear in his voice. For the first time, his rifle fell into a rest as he straightened his back. "There's an evac centre down south. For civilians." he hollered loudly before thinking for a short while "It's alright, not all Jedi are warriors. You won't be harmed. At least not by me. I'm going now. To find a worthy opponent." With that, he turned and started a light jog away from the alleyway and towards the energy storage facility.

 

[Kostodu Xyston]

Kostodu hadn't been looking at his opponent when, somehow, his deflected shot hit the man. Lucky shot? Probably not. More likely, it was the Force guiding him to victory. With this reassuring thought, the Twi'lek came ever closer to the group of Mandalorians. Space slugs were still erupting from the ground beneath him, shooting up, mouths wide open, hoping to snatch something for dinner.

The Padawan finally arrived within swinging distance of the Mandos, his thrusters hissing excessively to bring him to a stop. He brought his lightsaber back to his ear, and lashed out with a powerful slash. If the lightsaber wouldn't cut through the enemy armor, then at least the power of the strike would throw them off trajectory.

However, it appeared the Force had other plans for the young Xyston. Another one of the Mandalorians, the one who's mom was dead, intercepted the emerald blade with a blade of beskar.

<You want to swing that glowstick at someone, swing it at me.>

"If you insist!" Kostodu exclaimed, activating his small thrusters. He was jerked back a meter or so, a perfect distance for another strike. He swung low, aiming to hit the Mando's left knee.

"What's your name, by the way?" the teenager asked curiously.

Gailen Keldau

 

[Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris]

Location: Ukatis, on a bridge in the city of Axilla
Engaging: Reggie Rau
Objective: IV

Cori didn't speak mandalorian, but she recognised a curse when she heard one. She felt like cursing herself, all her strike had managed to do was hit the woman's armour and make her even more mad. Her lightwhips moved like eels in the water as they deflected three rounds from the Mandalorian. This warrior was a quick thinker, and Cori realised too late that she had moved closer to her, striking at her with her sword. Cori only just managed to jump back, missing a potentially fatal blow by only a few inches as the sword sliced across her collarbone. It wasn't a deep cut, but it stung painfully as blood dripped down her torso.

"Not bad," Cori acknowledged, flinching. "But it'll take a lot more than that to kill me."

Realising that she needed more distance between the two of them, Cori threw herself backwards, backflipping so that she was a couple meters away from the Mandalorian again. Then she struck out with her whips again, this time aiming to hit two of the small gaps between the woman's armour on her arms, hoping the pain of which might cause her to accidentally drop her weapons.

There was definitely something wrong with this woman. Focusing on her now, she could tell that rage wasn't the only thing she was feeling, there seemed to be a deep sense of grief within her, a pain that fuelled her attacks. If she wasn't so intent on killing the Jedi, Cori would have tried to talk it through with her. Sadly, it seemed she was too late. She would have to detain this woman in a coruscant cell, maybe there she would receive the help she needed. But it would take all of her effort to get her there.

 

[Cord Starfall]

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Post: 6
Location: City Outskirts, Kiffu
Objective: Never Back Down
Equipment: Green MidNight Duster | Fiend | Solar | Sith Armor | Wrist dart launchers (Electro-darts & Explosive darts) | Sith Helmet Mask | Stun gauntlets | X2 Sith Daggers
Tags: Veshok Rook | Vulcan Krayt

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A shot was fired into the trash can and then an insult laid her way about a civilian transport and not all Jedi being warriors. Cord growled at the insult that was wrong in so many ways as she stepped out from behind the trash can just to see the man leaving like a Coward. So much for Mandalorian's liking to fight and having Honor.

The hand behind her back had been slowly clinching into a fist full of energy as she had waited for the Mandalorian to come after her. Anger welled up in her and the monster inside her licked at it, wanting more. Her orange sulfuric eyes flared with pissed off rage, as her fist clinched even tighter then she absorbed the energy she had been accumulating into her own body. Her plan was gone but the energy was not a waste as she used it to fuel her.

The energy flowed through her and converted into the force fueling her strength, speed, and reflexes. Armored boots dug into the ground and like a bolt of lightning she took off at breakneck speed fueled by the force and the anger inside her. She was going to teach this Mandalorian what a real warrior was. She bolted out of the alleyway and in the direction Veshok Rook had turned.

Coming up fast behind him she leapt in the air and landed a few meters in front of him. Her green coat, sith armor, sith sheathed swords, and sith amethyst & silver mask with gold sith runes written on the front now visible for the man to see. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Cord Starfall." With that her right hand pulled forth the sword from the left sheath Solar and her left hand pulled forth the sword from her right sheath fiend, as the two swords crossed in front of her. "And I'm no Jedi." Her left sword launched in a sweeping motion from right to left aiming for the man's neck. The right sword came in the same right to left sweeping motion though lower aiming for the mans left hip area. Her speed incredible as it was added by the force. The monster inside danced with glee for the blood it wanted to see shed.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

DODECAPOLIS
YAG'DHUL
Atin Tracinya

"I know enough."

Zark sank to one knee. It was getting difficult to breathe. His head swam. After hesitating a few seconds, the Jedi Master deactivated his lightsaber. An extraordinary act of trust. Barely conscious and now disarmed, nothing prevented the mandalorian from striking Zark down except his honor. It would not be a noble kill.

"Surik's Blade!" he coughed through lungfuls of fresh oxygen, "My...thanks."

Enemy gratitude likely meant very little and yet it still seemed like the civilized thing to say. His part in this battle was finished. Yag'Dhul's fate was now in the hands of the Force. Zark mourned for the fallen. So many lives wasted because the Order had failed in their duty as peacekeepers.

"What, Jedi want to become one with the Force so badly, you don't use self-sealant in your EVA suits?"​

"That's what the lightsaber is for," the Jedi shrugged, "You fought well."

Owning a servant didn't appeal to Master Zark but rejecting this man's aid felt like it would only bring them more dishonor. He checked the new seal on his enviro suit which appeared to be holding.

"What's your name, mandalorian?"

 

[Atin Tracinya]

DODECAPOLIS, YHAG'DUL
Allies: Aurelian Sigismund | Celt Saxon | Nelliel Kryze | Kad Wren | Gailen Keldau | Halden Chaussidier | Gwyneira Vizsla | Tella Voland
Hostiles: Zark San Tekka (engaging) | Connel Vanagor | Nizhalgal | Kostodu Xyston | Ceri Fraissi | Elias Edo
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A Jedi down on his knees. In another time, Atin might've felt a surge of pride, having bested not just a Jedi, but one of their Order's masters. In another still, nothing at all, except for the fact that he'd live to have another meal that night, and awaken the next to enter the Pits once more. Now though, all the sight of the kneeling Jedi brought was a sense of shame and anger. Atin had made a call, and it had been the wrong one. Simple as that.

"Save your thanks," Atin said, a frown hidden beneath his helmet. "You need the oxygen." The Jedi would be light-headed for moments still, and this was a battlefield.

Not that the Jedi seemed particularly inclined to heed Atin's advice. "That's what the lightsaber is for," the master said, his shoulders rising and falling with a gesture. "You fought well."
"If that were true, we wouldn't be speaking." If that were true, there'd be one more corpse on the ground, and Atin would be dealing with the nearest AA battery now instead.

"What's your name, mandalorian?" There was a notable pause as Atin finished sealing the man's suit, tossing aside the empty canister and sending it spinning off into space. Even if his eyes were concealed behind his cracked visor, it was obvious that the Mandalorian was looking at the Jedi, examining him. Atin wondered if he wanted to know simply to further insult Atin's aliir, or perhaps how to use him against his own people. But no, those eyes did not hold insult or schemes. A genuine question. "Atin. Of clan Tracinya," the Mandalorian answered. "And yours? Or would you prefer 'master Jedi'?" Atin asked, his voice nearing a mocking tone as he stood. An arm extended downward, to help the old man to his feet.