Fear is the Mind Killer
S U R V I V E
Allies: CIS
Enemies: ???
Equipment:
The four commandos had found trinket pertaining to the younger brother of Felix Aquila, there were tracks that showed signs of them being dragged and manhandled through the streets of port sorrow to the ships that would ultimately lead them. Comms began to buzz as the frequency jammers began to take effect, the wavelength that they operated on was not powerful enough to break through the blockage grade jammers upon the ships, effectively cutting their range in half as the signal could penetrate through some of the mess short wave. Engaging through the streets with what remnants there were, it wasn't long before the Turbolasers began to become a problem. Detonating entire buildings, the ground forces, shuttles that attempted to land and escape with others and more.
The Ground was chaos.
"Sir! I'm not sure if we're going to be able to get through this! We need to turn back!" One of the followers shouted, fear in his voice as the screams of nearby assailants were drowned out by the thundering booms of the radiant destruction which shook the earth as godly hammer blows to the earthen anvil. Moments before the commander was ready to agree, they rounded a corner to spy the bodies of several dead agents and slavers. Loosened chains laying on the ground as one of the remaining scouts rushed to them.
"Seems some of them may have made a break for it... in a war like this, seems possible. They probably took the chance to break free when the bombardment began!" Several slaves were dead, shot, but there were too many chains. There had been an escape here, there was almost no chance of the survival of the others, there was no cover to this hellish thermonuclear rain. But, they had hope. Charging through the streets, stray blasts as the rallying squad would pick up Mawite stragglers, scanners searching for life signs only to find a small group hiding beneath the streets themselves.
"Down there! We have Bio signs!"
Without missing a beat, a breach charge was laid, a nearby detonation nearly throwing them to the earth as they crouched to ground themselves. Using their energy shields to protect them from the disruptor charge, erasing the ground from existence as they would find among the six who huddled for dear life, three slaves escorted by some semblance of an armed civilian. The Soldiers called to them to get out, they needed to escape this place. Hurling down a repulsar-field generator extracting the wounded and scared would be easy, catching them as they would veritably fly into the waiting arms of the commandos who would grab them, and begin to run.
Among the survivors, an ashen haired boy, no older than 14 with olive skin and brilliant blue eyes which seemed to hold their colour even through the dust and bleak sepia landscape. "Are you Alex Aquila!?" The boy would look up, surprised. Nodding as he would notice the symbol of house Aquila printed clearly on their armour. His house. his family. Tears would begin to flow as he would begin to cry, scooped up by one of the men as they would begin to run as fast as they possibly could.
"We have the target! We have to go!" They were in the heart of Port Sorrow, they had a good ten minutes to get back to a place where they could exfiltrate from. . . Finally, some good news. At least something could come out of all of this! But as an explosion rocked the very core of the Port, they had moments to react, diving into some of the maintenance underground and putting up a shield, they would begin to run below the surface, insulated from some of the chaos.
Felix would swat his saber through what appeared to be another copy of Blade Ice , but it gave him the potential to escape the man as something in the force was screaming itself into existence. More than one something, a terrifying power far greater than anything he could have hoped to contend with was bearing down on port Sorrow as the Turbolaser rain was beginning to reach their location. Rather than turning to fight, he would simply charge into the midst of the port where the sitting man had been guarding, leaving the sphere of darkness behind him to obscure his escape as he would cloak himself in the force long enough to leave the man behind. If he was relying on force sight and mentalism, the ironclad mind of the Knight Obsidian was like an unassailable fortress, and the arts of the Disciples of Twilight were king when it came to the art of stealth.
Many of the ships and shuttles at the port had been destroyed, there was nothing that could be done about a mass exodus, but he could feel the weight of the dead of this place permeating the air, only to feel the presence being drawn away, consumed by something in the distance. "Commander, did you find him? what's your position!?" Felix would all but yell into his coms, the deafening sound of silence and interference as something was jamming his signals bubbled his frustration to the surface, yelling as he'd repeat the sentiment. The red cracks in his eyes began to grow as he'd let out a frustrated cry, slamming his com-link up against the wall, it shattering in response as he would run for one of the ships here.
An outfitted RZ-1, it was old, but in relatively good condition aside from pressure cracks through its frame. All but leaping into the ship, Felix would prime it for lift off. Slamming the ignition, nothing happened. What? No! He would slam it again, flicking switches, double checking fuel and engine composure as it seemed they were fine then hitting the button again. Nothing.... His fists curled, and the visions came. Freezing in place, muscle memory caused him to open a panel, bypassing two wires quickly as he would press the button calmly, lost in trance as the ship would rocket from its position and soar skyward.
Felix's world was awash with red, his dark-sight allowing him to evade Turbolaser blasts in the high mobility ship as if he'd already done it, A crimson world he'd see, futures of failure as he'd experience death and antimatter oblivion half a dozen times before evading the string of blasts that would have erased the pilot.
"I want to save... someone... someone i care about!"
In his vision, he would all but U-Turn, and Felix would follow as it would seem that looking down on Port Sorrow, it was little more than slag, flames and the occasional wall. Nothing surmounting to civilization seemed to exist any more, and he could feel the knot in his stomach tighten. He couldn't see his team, or anyone for that matter. But many ships had taken off and left, there'd be no way to know if his brother was safe until the end of the battle. But he could only hope that the force, and these intermittent visions would lead him to his goal.
Soaring in desperate slalem the fighter craft would bank to and fro, wheeling and performing well beyond its standard operational limits, Felix would put the maneuvering thrusters to the test as he would pilot with his mind towards a reality not quite his own. Blood leaking from his eyes at the strain of the constant connection as his futures would inform him of a strike that was to hit the wing of his ship... a hit that he had to allow. Felix would seize for a moment, hesitate, but ultimately trust in his vision as the turbolaser blast would annihilate the starboard wing of the fighter sending it spiraling towards the earth.
The shock would snap Felix from his trance, barreling towards hard earth marred with fissures in every direction, all while nuclear rain crashed down upon them. At the destination, a woman (Darth Mori ) seemed to be pooling on a massive amount of the dark-side of the force, barely surviving, while another was hidden within a bubble, blasts crashing upon and around it protecting whatever it was on the inside. Whoever they were... they were people, and that's all Felix needed.
Golden eyes would be overcome with the Deep Crimson of his Darksight, leaking smoke from his cornea while he would charge, welling up what power he had accumulated in the force. He saw an image from space, shuttles in droves swooping to collect those still on the planets surface, several banking off to a beacon they could see in the distance. And he knew what to do.
Felix couldn't see Quinn Varanin within her bubble, but he would take refuge in its shadow, for now. Pooling whatever power he had, the flashes of lights from the turbo-lasers above, the light from the sun and the sea of flames around them would draw in, basking the ground in dark for a moment as Felix would act as a lens to reflect it all into a solitary beacon to the shuttles sent by Darth Metus . Turning to the bubble, he'd all but shout. "Need a hand? I can see you're a little busy, but I think we should probably get out of here. Something much worse is coming if we stay!"
But he had no idea.
Enemies: ???
Equipment:
Meanwhile, On the Ground.
The four commandos had found trinket pertaining to the younger brother of Felix Aquila, there were tracks that showed signs of them being dragged and manhandled through the streets of port sorrow to the ships that would ultimately lead them. Comms began to buzz as the frequency jammers began to take effect, the wavelength that they operated on was not powerful enough to break through the blockage grade jammers upon the ships, effectively cutting their range in half as the signal could penetrate through some of the mess short wave. Engaging through the streets with what remnants there were, it wasn't long before the Turbolasers began to become a problem. Detonating entire buildings, the ground forces, shuttles that attempted to land and escape with others and more.
The Ground was chaos.
"Sir! I'm not sure if we're going to be able to get through this! We need to turn back!" One of the followers shouted, fear in his voice as the screams of nearby assailants were drowned out by the thundering booms of the radiant destruction which shook the earth as godly hammer blows to the earthen anvil. Moments before the commander was ready to agree, they rounded a corner to spy the bodies of several dead agents and slavers. Loosened chains laying on the ground as one of the remaining scouts rushed to them.
"Seems some of them may have made a break for it... in a war like this, seems possible. They probably took the chance to break free when the bombardment began!" Several slaves were dead, shot, but there were too many chains. There had been an escape here, there was almost no chance of the survival of the others, there was no cover to this hellish thermonuclear rain. But, they had hope. Charging through the streets, stray blasts as the rallying squad would pick up Mawite stragglers, scanners searching for life signs only to find a small group hiding beneath the streets themselves.
"Down there! We have Bio signs!"
Without missing a beat, a breach charge was laid, a nearby detonation nearly throwing them to the earth as they crouched to ground themselves. Using their energy shields to protect them from the disruptor charge, erasing the ground from existence as they would find among the six who huddled for dear life, three slaves escorted by some semblance of an armed civilian. The Soldiers called to them to get out, they needed to escape this place. Hurling down a repulsar-field generator extracting the wounded and scared would be easy, catching them as they would veritably fly into the waiting arms of the commandos who would grab them, and begin to run.
Among the survivors, an ashen haired boy, no older than 14 with olive skin and brilliant blue eyes which seemed to hold their colour even through the dust and bleak sepia landscape. "Are you Alex Aquila!?" The boy would look up, surprised. Nodding as he would notice the symbol of house Aquila printed clearly on their armour. His house. his family. Tears would begin to flow as he would begin to cry, scooped up by one of the men as they would begin to run as fast as they possibly could.
"We have the target! We have to go!" They were in the heart of Port Sorrow, they had a good ten minutes to get back to a place where they could exfiltrate from. . . Finally, some good news. At least something could come out of all of this! But as an explosion rocked the very core of the Port, they had moments to react, diving into some of the maintenance underground and putting up a shield, they would begin to run below the surface, insulated from some of the chaos.
_______________ Felix _________________
Felix would swat his saber through what appeared to be another copy of Blade Ice , but it gave him the potential to escape the man as something in the force was screaming itself into existence. More than one something, a terrifying power far greater than anything he could have hoped to contend with was bearing down on port Sorrow as the Turbolaser rain was beginning to reach their location. Rather than turning to fight, he would simply charge into the midst of the port where the sitting man had been guarding, leaving the sphere of darkness behind him to obscure his escape as he would cloak himself in the force long enough to leave the man behind. If he was relying on force sight and mentalism, the ironclad mind of the Knight Obsidian was like an unassailable fortress, and the arts of the Disciples of Twilight were king when it came to the art of stealth.
Many of the ships and shuttles at the port had been destroyed, there was nothing that could be done about a mass exodus, but he could feel the weight of the dead of this place permeating the air, only to feel the presence being drawn away, consumed by something in the distance. "Commander, did you find him? what's your position!?" Felix would all but yell into his coms, the deafening sound of silence and interference as something was jamming his signals bubbled his frustration to the surface, yelling as he'd repeat the sentiment. The red cracks in his eyes began to grow as he'd let out a frustrated cry, slamming his com-link up against the wall, it shattering in response as he would run for one of the ships here.
An outfitted RZ-1, it was old, but in relatively good condition aside from pressure cracks through its frame. All but leaping into the ship, Felix would prime it for lift off. Slamming the ignition, nothing happened. What? No! He would slam it again, flicking switches, double checking fuel and engine composure as it seemed they were fine then hitting the button again. Nothing.... His fists curled, and the visions came. Freezing in place, muscle memory caused him to open a panel, bypassing two wires quickly as he would press the button calmly, lost in trance as the ship would rocket from its position and soar skyward.
Felix's world was awash with red, his dark-sight allowing him to evade Turbolaser blasts in the high mobility ship as if he'd already done it, A crimson world he'd see, futures of failure as he'd experience death and antimatter oblivion half a dozen times before evading the string of blasts that would have erased the pilot.
"I want to save... someone... someone i care about!"
In his vision, he would all but U-Turn, and Felix would follow as it would seem that looking down on Port Sorrow, it was little more than slag, flames and the occasional wall. Nothing surmounting to civilization seemed to exist any more, and he could feel the knot in his stomach tighten. He couldn't see his team, or anyone for that matter. But many ships had taken off and left, there'd be no way to know if his brother was safe until the end of the battle. But he could only hope that the force, and these intermittent visions would lead him to his goal.
Soaring in desperate slalem the fighter craft would bank to and fro, wheeling and performing well beyond its standard operational limits, Felix would put the maneuvering thrusters to the test as he would pilot with his mind towards a reality not quite his own. Blood leaking from his eyes at the strain of the constant connection as his futures would inform him of a strike that was to hit the wing of his ship... a hit that he had to allow. Felix would seize for a moment, hesitate, but ultimately trust in his vision as the turbolaser blast would annihilate the starboard wing of the fighter sending it spiraling towards the earth.
The shock would snap Felix from his trance, barreling towards hard earth marred with fissures in every direction, all while nuclear rain crashed down upon them. At the destination, a woman (Darth Mori ) seemed to be pooling on a massive amount of the dark-side of the force, barely surviving, while another was hidden within a bubble, blasts crashing upon and around it protecting whatever it was on the inside. Whoever they were... they were people, and that's all Felix needed.
Golden eyes would be overcome with the Deep Crimson of his Darksight, leaking smoke from his cornea while he would charge, welling up what power he had accumulated in the force. He saw an image from space, shuttles in droves swooping to collect those still on the planets surface, several banking off to a beacon they could see in the distance. And he knew what to do.
Felix couldn't see Quinn Varanin within her bubble, but he would take refuge in its shadow, for now. Pooling whatever power he had, the flashes of lights from the turbo-lasers above, the light from the sun and the sea of flames around them would draw in, basking the ground in dark for a moment as Felix would act as a lens to reflect it all into a solitary beacon to the shuttles sent by Darth Metus . Turning to the bubble, he'd all but shout. "Need a hand? I can see you're a little busy, but I think we should probably get out of here. Something much worse is coming if we stay!"
But he had no idea.