Boldly They Rode and Well [OP vs Fringe on Kayri]

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] | @[member="Lord Dissero"] | @[member="Circe Savan"] |

Vilox lowered his hand onto the shoulder of Savan, as he stepped to her side, eyes focused on Oryen. However, his Force Sense was kept upon the woman he now had in his grip. He spoke whilst watching Hannibal. "Tell me, what deal is being exchanged here? I'd be most interested to know if our mutual friend knew about this."

A single name entered into the mind of Savan through the Force, spoken by Vazela, not verbally, but telepathically. "Ashin Varanin." He turned his eyes briefly to look at her, wondering.

 

[Onrai]

"I know. Now if you could let me handle this... I recall you having someone to face."

Circe merely wanted to move this along and acquire the otherspace drive. There were warships she, even now, was considering using as a hull for the vessel. Perhaps one of those Invictus-Es Subach had purchased... Hopefully, Ashin wouldn't want it added in as part of the Chimaera...

That would make its acquisition rather superfluous, after all.

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"] @[member="Lord Dissero"] @[member="Vazela"]

 

[Arage Bao]

Moving his head just a bit to the right he avoided getting a shot right through his head, then he grabbed hold of his lightsaber. With a flourish he powered it on, white just as his spirit should be. It was a sign to everyone that Jared did not adhere to the limiting principles of the Jedi or the Sith, he was his own man. Catching Sargon's nod, he just smiled and said: "Good day to fight, brother. Probably not a good day to die though, what do you say?" It was then that he noticed the distinct sense of another Force User. Turning his head, as if he was sniffing out the scent he caught sight of a red head. A few seconds after that he registered her amusing words, he chuckled softly.

Putting his hand on Sargon's shoulder, he then said with a grin on his face: "Want me to handle her? The Dragon and our Master might need your help." For once he had no cloak on, neither his customized mask. His ice blue piercing eyes gazed over the battlefield, trying to determine what the best course of action was. There was a need to fight in him and he would have to sate it soon. That much was for sure, the last good fight he had been in was some time ago. Might be a few days already.

@[member="Ventasia Terana"] @[member="Sargon Vynea"]​

 

[Nameless Knight]

@[member="Rave Merrill"]

Knight glared at Rave from those purple eyes while she was glad for the first time her species didn't receive telepathy only projected to cover up the small flaws in their shifting. The pounding of her heartbeat as it reached her ears brought the pink blades hilt to catch the knife, the metal letting the blade impact and discharge from the applied pressure. Knight clenched her fist around the handle more as her knuckles went white from the grip. The choking up brought a small squeak of protest while her eyebow went up with her blade so she could twirl . The blade coming down to try and connect with Rave's shoulder. Her free hand and blade coming around with her hair. The pepto-bubblegum colored mass solidifying a little to be more like a whip to try and lash at Rave's face.

 

[Shinju]

@[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

Shinju saw it all and dove back as she slammed her head against the wall. A member from Omega was here now and shooting at her as the fringe master felt her head slam against the wall and then gravity came. Her form briefly rolled down the stairs as something snapped and Shinju stopped shuddering. Her form getting up as her left arm had a protrusion coming from a weird angle, a hiss escaped her lips as Shinju ran up the stairs not getting the chainblade but still coming after Ven'rain. "Oh I have far more coming now and your going to beg for me to kill you." The fringe master jumped at the wall and kicked off while pulling at the weapon with the force. The pain in her arm feeding into her anger and rage while the only thing she could see was the soldier from Omega.

 

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="Knight"]

Rule number one for close quarters fighting: Never, ever, ever turn around. It was so fundamental as to practically be rule zero. Murmuring a spell under her breath -- the opening canto of Revitalization of the Whuffa -- Rave met the first tonfa with a high guard. A spinning tonfa, all told, generally didn't have the sort of momentum that carried through with a firm strike, and her block caught the pink blade handily.

The second tonfa came around, complete with hair whip, and the very petite alchemist brought her blade across her body for the intercept. It jarred her all the way down her spine, wrenching and perhaps spraining her wrist.

She sidestepped, taserblade coming up, and caught the bulk of the hairwhip with a deft twist that knotted the bubblegum locks around her fist and weapon. More of the Exarch's hair continued on to momentarily obscure her line of sight, a problem that Knight might be able to exploit.

 

[Dissero]

Objective 2 - Vault
@[member="Circe Savan"] @[member="Vilox Pazela"]

The Archivist was quick to move, issuing an order after the remaining guard at the vault door to safely see his team and their precious cargo to their ship before removing the security HK droid from his station.

"Sir, the northern gates are bared with activity. Our forces are focusing on the Protectorate Invaders in full."

Dissero did not reply immediately as he studied the camera feeds of the various key locations throughout the starport compound. Movement had been noted at the southern gates, but it appeared that the activity at the north had drawn their attention. Naturally when faced with adversity the size of a house, covered in impenetrable scales, and spewing hellfire at your comrades-in-arms there was a certain amount of ... extreme desperation. The dogpile occurring at the north entrance wasn't something the cameras could show him, but Dissero could only assume it was quite exciting.

"Take a team to the traffic control tower by the north gate and secure it. I'll return soon. Whatever you do, do not lose the tower."

"Yes Sir."

He watched the HK droid leave through the vault doors, brow furrowed and lips drawn thin. A moment later he was leaving the vault as well, driving the repulsor-sled upon which the love of his labor sat, gleaming in the lights of the hall, innocent and unassuming - as if it ever had or could be. Oh the places they could go and the things they could do with that drive, small wonder the Protectorate hadn't been more concerned about it. Dissero wasn't about to question it. He arrived upon the scene of Circe Savan and the unknown Vilox Pazela shortly after and brought the sled to a halt.

"Circe Savan? The Circe Savan?" the man queried as he stepped down from the driver's chair, blue eyes falling upon the green-skinned woman, brows lofting in avid curiosity at her, "Seven hells, the rumors were true," he stated boldly, appraising her figure on the spot, "you are very tall."

The smirk that followed was genial, playful, though it vanished after a beat.

"I understand you have the trust of our brave leader, and with your resumé it seems to me that this," he patted at the giant metal contraption that held so much wonder on the sled, "would be safest in your hands until this whole mess is taken care of. My direct orders were quite clear - secure the Otherdrive. Are you up to the task Miss Savan?"

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

EXITING STARPORT VAULT
OBJECTIVE: FIND AN ASS THAT IS RIPE FOR KICKING

With the matter of Lady Fern and Darth Scaryscary resolved as far as Hannibal's involvement extended, it was time for him to join the battle proper. He returned to the vault, heeding a call for a squad to be dispensed to help assist in the fighting elsewhere. As Hannibal made his way through the facility, he stopped at his quarters in order to retrieve his gear. No doubt Omega would be employing the services of Force Users. That, and their mooks were typically of a tougher sort. Or maybe they weren't. It all depended on who you asked. Either way, it was best to be prepared for all situations.

Hannibal forsook his usual heavy blaster pistol for something much lighter. The DL-44 heavy blaster pistol packed roughly the same punch, but was a lot easier to fit in a holster. Having lost his BlasTech sponsorship to inactivity anyway, it really didn't matter. Hannibal opted for his BTI-CC13 when choosing his primary weapon, as it was a powerful blaster good for all ranges. He loaded up on several types of grenades, including some Force Breakers on the off-chance he ran into such creatures. Outside of his weapons load-out, Hannibal always had his trusty gauntlets, his light armor (complete with blastproof vest) and a small vibro-combat knife. Strapped to his back was a Whisper Jet pack, which currently employed a battery so as to avoid any explosions that would arise from a stray blaster shot. Then there was that Repulse-hand he had grafted to him in replacement to his left hand.

Hannibal was ready to kick ass and take some names. With his gear in tow, Hannibal made for the closest hangar, hopped upon a speederbike, and shot off in the direction of the confrontation between the two armed forces. Finally, another opportunity to engage in some bloodsport. This would be exhilarating, provided he didn't get himself killed. In which case, it would be the exact opposite of exhilarating, as he would be dead.

 

[Haven Pryde]

@[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]

Her ship arrived too little too late as she was not in time for the beginning of the battle yet one thing was for certain the rogue knight was all about ending the confederation that has betrayed her all those months ago just because of a misunderstanding on tattooine, she was not here to make nice with the scum of the galaxy but merely as an enforcer for the cause of the protectorate, her only wish was that she had heard back about it sooner.

As she remained in her ship it quickly got above the LZ and with her and her new clothes she made her jumped and free fell toward the ground without an ounce of regard to her own well being, jumping right into the mess of things she felt Noah in the mix of the heated engagement and found that she would be more fitted to lend some assistance to her old friend.

In the past months they grew apart and she went back to her pirates ways, but now she was here for her cause and for her brothers and sisters in the protectorate, using her force push at the last moment to help break her fall she landed and walked toward the goliath and the bozo of a force user walking directly into the battle with her dual sabers fastened neatly on her hips and with a prideful stride, her own underlings in her ship waiting for her command to unleash hell on the enemy troops.

Walking up she started in a sprint and launched into the air, coming down within feet of the two and Noah she slammed her fists into the ground giving off a warning shot and sending a wave outward while staring down the massive soldier that dared threaten the protectorate "Hey there big boy, wanna dance?" she asked with a wicked smirk on her face.

(OOC: let's take them out @[member="Noah Corek"] )

(Uh sorry, mistyped there)

 

[Noah Corek]

@[member="Haven Pryde"] @[member="Xavier Varanin"] @[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]
Noah saw the woman who landed a few feet away and a look of rage came over his face,but instead of charging towards her he charged towards Xavier ignoring the denting his armor took dents from his two strikes and most likely the spots where he was hit would dent would bruise his skin,but right now he didn't care,all he could see was red and Xavier was his neareast target.

 

[Darth Torment]

(OOC Have no clue where I am needed, and confused... so here goes a shot)

Walking through the north complex she was stationed at as she roamed the halls she heard the fire of the weapon through the force, her own mind trying to collect the needed info as she remained here.. she had stayed out of conflict for a while and as it was she was not amused, but she knew she needed to act and act was what she would do.

Walking toward the sound she smirked and peeked out the door and looked to catch a glimpse of what appeared to be enemy units moving into formation "Interesting" she said as she took one of her sabers from her hip and walked out the door knowing her greatest foe was there somewhere "Sargon..." she whispered while looking around and keeping her awareness up.

@[member="Sargon Vynea"] @[member="Ventasia Terana"]

(OOC: sorry, but I have heard from two what to do and am choosing this route)

 

[Matreya]

The group on the ground seemed to believe his Brother's were here alone. They were wrong. Atop a nearby roof with his gaze cast to the sky stood Northstar Zero Three. The ultimate Czar thus far. His family consisted of Superior Humans, he was Anzat at birth, Czar by right. His speed was greater, the strength he wielded far beyond the others. Then there was his training in the Force.

Walking over the edge, Northstar landed hard on the ground next his older brother Rolland, the pressure from his drop raising loose debris and hurling it outward. Turning his eyes to the small woman he said softly, "You can't survive this. Your female so I offer you chivalry, leave and nothing need happen to you."

@[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"] @[member="Haven Pryde"]

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

Rage laughed, the sound lined with pure insanity. It was all so... amusing. Especially how this woman got back up after a fall like that, the look in her eyes... oh, Rage drank it all up. "I SUFFERED ONCE. NOW YOU WILL UNDERGO THE SAME PAIN I DID- BUT FAR, FAR WORSE," she replied, chuckling even more. Tossing her gun back she threw her arm up, letting the armor catch the woman's attack. The force behind the blow pushed her back a few inches, and slowly cut into the armor. Growling Ven launched her foot out, aiming to kick the Fringer in the stomach. Whoever the lass was, she would either have to dodge the blow, but let the chainblade stop it's attack, or take the blow, likely getting bruised up, or even breaking a rib. After all, the merc's implants weren't just for fun.

@[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"]​

 

[Haven Pryde]

seeing as there was a new one to the fold of battle she smirked his way and stood "And if it is chilvalry you offer then I must decline for I offer you only defeat my fair soldier" she offered back to him as she stood there with the same wicked smirk "But if you wish to fall like your...brothers are they?' she asked complacent "Then I shall be the one who shows you only the pleasure of your own darkness" he says as she stands there.

@[member="Northstar"]

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

THE BATTLEFIELD
OBJECTIVE: DESTROY PRETENTIOUS PIRATE BROAD

@[member="Haven Pryde"] | @[member="Northstar"]

The speeder bike zoomed through the battlefield, ducking and weaving in-between broken walkers and mounds of corpses. Every so-often, Hannibal squeezed off a few shots, high-powered blaster bolts flying from underneath the speeder and impacting a few Protectorate soldiers here and there. It wasn't that gratifying or consequential to the battle, but it was better than nothing. He had to find someone who looked important. A player-character, if you will. He couldn't just sate his bloodlust on faceless mooks. Mooks with faces were the way to go this time around.

Then he saw her. Standing on the field of battle, in what he assumed was direct support of Protectorate interests. She was not a pretty woman, but she was an enemy. That was good enough to warrant picking a fight with. To make it even better, she was busy talking to some other schmuck that Hannibal couldn't recognize. A perfect distraction. The mercenary lined up his sights and opened fire, sending a cluster of three high-powered blaster bolts at the woman. These blaster bolts traveled with much greater force than normal. Deflecting them, while possible, would almost certainly result in whatever weapon used to deflect them being knocked out of the woman's hands. Whatever she did, Hannibal intended to be the one to beat her into the dirt.

Maybe Northstar was all about that chivalry thing, but Hannibal was more concerned with results. Results in this case would be a very dead Haven Pryde.

 

[Matreya]

A slow smile spread across Northstar's face, a rare and deadly occurrence, "I am sure you think you can best the men before you, but I wish to divulge a simple fact. Those here are Czar, enhanced strength and speed as well as heightened durability are common among them all. And then there's me. Anzati at birth, trained by Darth Voracitos himself, then I to undertook the operations to triple my bodies capabilities. Do not threaten me."

Turning away from the infantile woman he said, "Whomever wants the trash, can take her out. I have other things to attend to." Walking away, the Czar headed for the cyborg who thought he was superior to all. Launching into a swift run, one the Borg would be blessed to follow only thanks to mechanics, Northstar began throwing blows prior to meeting the man. But though it looked foolish, Northstar was an amazing Shadow Striker. The cyborg would feel every concrete shattering blow as if he was inches away.

@[member="Haven Pryde"] @[member="Nyos Val"]

 

[Matreya]

Varanin would have chuckled were it not so sad, the fool thought it intelligent to take the blows thrown by the Czar? The blow at the throat would probably crush his windpipe, and if not then the metal would now be choking him from the indents. As well he came charging forward? With a swift decision, Varanin performed a powerful round house kick aimed for the man's ribs.

@[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Haven Pryde]

"Coward" she sneered as she felt the imment danger and launched herself into the air narrowly avoiding the projectiles and then came back down in summersault and landed 'How dare you" she sneered and sent a force crush at the speeder bikes engines..

@Northstar @Hannibal Oryen

 

[Shinju]

@[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"]

Shinju didn't have the chainblade, that had been on the ground but she now felt a pain in her groin, a sharp shooting pain that made her eyes want to bulge and her fury become barely constrained. The woman was closer now and Shinju took that pain in her gut as she pushed it out of her fingertips. The armor was a welcome choice while both hand sent arcs of blue lightning. The fringe master rolling back a little and turning all of her pain and rage into raw power. "Hahahahahaha" She laughed more and more letting it out while her arm was still at an odd angle and sending knife sized needles of pain to her body, the madness behind her eyes slipping out while her lips curled up into a grin.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

THE BATTLEFIELD
OBJECTIVE: LOSE CONTROL OF SPEEDERBIKE

@[member="Haven Pryde"]

Hannibal almost had to stop to admire the precognition and leap of his enemy, but that would have been foolish. As she rocketed up into the air, the speederbike shot past where she had been before. The Fondorian braked, powersliding to a halt. Eventually she came back down, somersaulting elegantly. Hannibal revved his engines, and shooting forward to make another pass. Before he could get very far, however, he heard the terrifying groan of durasteel being warped. His engines were being crushed. Repulsors deactivated, Hannibal was forced to abandon his noble steed, leaping to the side.

This did not stop the speederbike's velocity, of course. It continued on a direct collision course for Haven, skidding across the ground. A few meters away, Hannibal struggled back up to his feet. Looks like this encounter would be resolved without use of his bike