Skirmish Bryn'ing Down The House [Jedi v. Bryn'adûl]

[Tathra Khaeus]

Equipment: Sword | Long-Axe | Shield | Sun Quaker | Barricas Oil | Armour |
Mount: The Dreddikast Beast
Theme: X

The Titan commended the tactic, somewhat surprised that the female Jedi would wish to cross blades; especially with one hand. As soon as her hand moved away from the saber, Tathra pressed on his weight leverage, his strength combined with the three-hundred pound weight of his weapon would make moving a weapon with essentially no weight a non-equation. Pushing her lightsaber and the upper-length of his Axe to the left; his eye catching the approach of the Jedi flying once more; the same tactic again? Pah. The force push did nothing but shift the vapour, his armour, even his bones had been designed to make telekinetic attacks a fruitless endeavour. He nearly laughed, grinning through razor teeth.

Tathra stepped forward with his left a half-step, bull-rushing the telekinetic push as it came; his right almost in-between the female Jedi's legs as he would try to grab the Jedi's extended hand with his own, massive right paw. His titanic grip would nearly crush any metal, if the grapple was successful Tathra would throttle her into the flying Jedi aiming for his shoulder once more.

If that was successful, he would immediately turn his attention to the Jedi he'd disarmed mere moments before.

TAGS
Galactic Alliance - Loske Treicolt | Weyland Castril | Maynard Treicolt | Ryv | @thosedudeswhoditched

 

[Weyland Castril]

Wearing: Jedi Strike Armour, Shield
Carrying: Lightsaber
In: X-01 Starfighter
Strike Team: Loske Treicolt | Romi Jade | Ryv | Maynard Treicolt | Allyson Locke
Target: Tathra Khaeus

They were like playthings.

Maybe Quill was right.

No. Weyland forced the thought from his mind, he couldn't think like that, not now. Weyland allowed the force and suit to energise his movement, charging at Tathra as he seemingly again countered their agility with his weight and size. He crossed distances with greater ease, closed the gap with greater ease and capitalised upon it with masterful tact. Weyland knew in that moment the three of them weren't going to win alone, they had to hold out long enough for the others to get here.

Just a little longer.

Weyland leapt to the Titan as Loske was seemingly thrown, discarded as he turned his attention to Weyland. The Jedi spun the blade in a blur in his fingers, slashing just above the Titan's guard, a feint as he moved in close to clash with his the metal hilt of the massive Axe. But just as the blade collided, Weyland brought his shield between the saber and Axe, its curved and vibration absorbent material would hopefully allow him to bypass any counter as he spun into a side-step and swung for the side of Tathra's upper thigh.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Honoghr // x01-Skywalker Class // JTSP // Engaged
Strike team objective: Go for The Head
Don't bring me down // tubthumping​

She'd heard of ugly crying, but ugly smiling was newly christened by the menacing grin of Tathra Khaeus .

"Ah!" The impact of his grip on her forearm was crippling, and her armour crunched in protest. She tried to yank it back to herself, but his hold was too true and with a quick adjustment she was being tossed over his shoulder. The neurolink to her suit fired the command to the repulsors in her good arm and boots to try and slow the trajectory. The course managed to deviate from colliding with Maynard Treicolt -- but she still clattered back down to the ground in a cloud of sandy dust. Meanwhile, the nanoparticles hurried to repair the dents in the armour's forearm.

Tossing her from the tussle gave her a few moment's grace to collect these learnings while she pushed herself back up. So far she'd learned: No one handed strikes. No close range telekinesis. The stealth on the suits was for naught.

Loosening the hold on her blade, and from her distance a few feet away from the immediate tangle, she stretched out her hands with the sole focus of the incredibly heavy axe. Invisible tendrils reached out to ensnare the long rod in a hold that was purposed to stay the weapon and give Weyland Castril assistance with his incoming strike. A trajectory she could map before he landed any hits, thanks to Romi Jade 's battlemeld from above. From this space, she intensified her awareness of the battle axe - isolating it against the monster that wielded it. It was Force imbued, and if she searched deep enough could see a connection between it and the curdle in The Force that was Tathra. Clenching her fist, she tried her hand at modifying the pressure she was applying to the metaphysical, tugging it downward to the ground -- seeking to bury the edge of the ruby blade into the sand.

 

[Maynard Treicolt]

// SABER ONE //
// OBJECTIVE // Put Tathra Khaeus on a T-Shirt
// FIGHT THEME // Parabola
// FOCUS // Loske Treicolt | Weyland Castril | Ryv | @Whoeverelse

Each and every movement was blocked, hampered, suppressed in some form by the Draelvisier. When the warlord sent Loske flying toward him he flipped the ignition of his saber off at the last moment as stopped the repulsor jets fixed to his boots, all but ready to catch her but in its stead he slid back on his footing before he snapped his back up toward Tathra in hyper fixation of the Bryn'adul. Igniting his saber again he let let off a low cry muffled by the face enclosing mask created from the suit before he surged forward with an upward cut streaking up from the side of Tathra's right leg before he twisted his wrists and brought the saber back down toward the alien in anger.

With his hands clasped tightly around the hilt of his saber in a nigh death grip surged back before swiping at the beast's leg again in a methodical but otherwise rage addled flurry against Tathra. What was once a placid and determined nature had been warped and corrupted into something far more sinister as Treicolt seemed to beckon on a deeper darkness in him to muster every fiber in at least buying time in fighting this foe.

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[Jegy Sesara]

Leknion

There was the distant screams of the Noghri, death screams. He knew they would never go down without a fight but this was getting very bad in a hurry. He watched as some of their best warriors were already getting slaughtered by the dozens. They may take two or three down but they were small in number. The Sullustan kept screaming loudly over those panicking, pointing towards his YT-1210 Amaterasu, to get them inside quickly. As more would start going up the ramp, he knew it would get more crowded than it ever been. Before he can turn to run up the ramp, something fired behind him and before he could react, it exploded as suddenly, dust flew up and shards of metal flew all across the field of battle.

His ears would ring, he could not tell exactly where he was at all. The storm he had conjured had started to lose control. The rain started to soak the battlefield in a drowning drizzle and the lightning bolts became more often. The Sullustan would flip over as he saw the color of red in his left eye and then slowly realized that a piece of metal was in it. Gripping it with his left hand with his right hand over it, he tried to carefully pull the metal out while healing but the pain was something he never dealt with before, failing miserably. Instead, the eyeball came completely out and when he did so, split in two. The Sullustan shrieked in pain as blood poured out of his left eye socket but quickly stopped when he focused on it, at least stopping the flow of blood to it. Being rather quick to get up, he would notice with his good eye now that his ship...his beloved ship he owned for so long, was gone. It was a smoldering ruin of metal and smelled of burnt bodies. Something had shot at it, a large creature as he kept hearing the screams as he slowly got up, feeling the shrapnel having hit into his stomach area.

The Sullustan had lost everything again...everything of personal value that he knew of, was in that ship. It was his home and now...it was gone. He had bases around the galaxy sure but...this held all his memories, all his things he could not leave without. He always planned to die on that ship and now...it was gone. There was a bit of sorrow but almost rather immediately, it turned into a fireball of anger and hate when he saw one of the Drones charge forward at him. Only for the sound of a SNAP HISS to be heard and the color of emerald green as he directly cut down at the wrists of the drone and fast slash on the backside, cutting the drone in two. Holding the ancient lightsaber with both hands, he would look over the Drones as his eyes color of green had dulled to a near gray, his emotions drained and all focused on killing as he charged forward, his mind set on doing onto them what they did to him, taking everything away from them.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Equipment: Sword | Long-Axe | Shield | Sun Quaker | Barricas Oil | Armour |
Mount: The Dreddikast Beast
Theme: X [New One]

The Titan moved to block and force the Jedi's lightsaber downward, but as soon as he motioned to do so the Shield came between them as he seemingly darted inside the Titan's guard. His right hand reared back to tear his head from his body, yet his Axe's downward momentum was played against him; seemingly forced toward the sand and embedded in it.

In the same motion the Jedi Knight darted and slashed at his upper thigh, scoring the metal as the second male screamed behind him - his anger consuming him as he gave away his position. The Titan snarled as the Pilot's blue blade slashed through the protective body glove on the side of his knee and lower thigh; Tathra released his grasp on the Long-Axe almost immediately as spun on the heel of his left foot, turning around to face the two Jedi Knights as both seemed to strike downward at him once more, capitalising on their joint blows.

In the motion of his turn, Tathra's right arm took the Sword from his back; turning with incredible speed as the weapon came down upon both lightsabers; trapping them under the Sword, his back now turned to the Long-Axe as his palm opened; the weapon seemingly torn from the earth by some tethered bond as it was summoned with immense force to his grasp.

For a moment, the two Jedi would perhaps stare into the cold aureate and opaque eyes, unawares of who held the Titan of Drael's gaze.

The Titan growled from the depths of his stomach at both men as he swiped across with the Long-Axe's ruby beard at both Jedi. At the same time, the weapon exploded with a violent red energy in an extended explosion of his strike. Immediately, the Sword rose as the Titan held both weapons in either hand.

If the strike had been a success; his immense strength allowing him to seemingly dart toward the closest of the two; singling them out and, striking with a mirage of frenzied blows to single them out.

TAGS
Galactic Alliance - Loske Treicolt | Ryv | Maynard Treicolt | Weyland Castril | Allyson Locke | Romi Jade |

 

[Weyland Castril]

Wearing: Jedi Strike Armour, Shield
Carrying: Lightsaber
In: X-01 Starfighter
Strike Team: Loske Treicolt | Ryv | Maynard Treicolt | Romi Jade | Allyson Locke
Target: Tathra Khaeus

The strike landed, and Maynard joined the fray. For a few spectacular moments, it seemed as though they had the upper hand. Yet that illusion quickly dissipated as the Titan's sword came crashing down, trapping both Jedi's Lightsabers in that moment. Weyland's heart jumped in his chest, even with an alien visage he could tell the massive creature knew something they didn't, had the upper hand somehow.

When the Axe returned to the Draelvasier's grasp, Weyland nearly nervously laughed as before he could even think; the weapon had cut through the air with speed he had never seen, striking presumably both of them. The glowing red blade of the massive Axe cut through the melee shield and shattered the Phrik like it was nothing, he'd heard it had achieved similar feats before at Kuat; but he never expected to be on the receiving end.

The red molten strike was only more pain on top of that, flinging him back and away from Maynard and Loske. The armour quickly worked to repair itself, biofoam tending to the burn on his chest, almost before Weyland could think the Titan was closing the gap at terrifying speed. His eyes grew wide, thrusters generated on his lower torso and arms threw him to his feet as he was mauled with both weapons.

Weyland didn't have his lightsaber, he felt it was destroyed by Tathra. He generated a vibroblade from his suit as he attempted to fight back, only to have it shattered as the Tathra slashed through the inside of his thigh, the massive weapon cutting deep as Weyland cried out in pain; putting his shield between himself and the great crimson terror bound around him as he was knocked skidding and tumbling over himself back toward his comrades. The armour paced to keep up with the damage being done to it as Weyland tried to push himself to his feet as the onslaught seemingly was about to continue.

 

[Ryv]

// SABER THREE // GROUNDED
// TAGS // Maynard Treicolt // Loske Treicolt // Tathra Khaeus // Weyland Castril
// OBJECTIVE // Try and Keep the Boys Alive
// THEMATIC // My Blood
// EQUIPMENT // Blade of Ruusan // Aspis // Maynard's First Lightsaber // 'Top Gun' Leather Jacket​

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Ryv cracked open the cockpit once more and gently removed the small BD unit from his lap. He set the droid down on the seat as he threw a leg over the side. As the droid chirped in protest, Ryv shook his head and motioned towards the chair.​

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"I know you want to help, buddy. This fight is gonna be too much for you. Just keep this bird ready to fly, okay? I'm feeling like the longer all this takes, the harder its gonna be to get out of here," the kiffar wore his customary smile even though he knew the danger he'd soon find himself facing. He could already feel the battle taking place nearby. Hate, fear, and desperation flared in ways one could only expect to find on an open battlefield. If the Sword of the Jedi wanted to get all his friends home, he couldn't worry about the smallest of them. Fortunately, the little droid realized that. It nodded its agreement, a low whirring noise escaping it as the Jedi Knight dropped to the dirt below.​

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"Alright, one last check," Ryv muttered to himself, checking over his belongings. "Old man's jacket? Check. Cedric and Maynard's old sabers? Double-check. This sick looking Thyrsian shield? Triple check. Alright, boys, I'm on the way."​

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With a deep breath, Ryv set off in the direction of the crash. Rather than rush to face the danger, he held out hope his companions would not have fallen quite yet. He couldn't speak much for Weyland, but he knew what Loske and Maynard were capable of handling. His two closest friends and allies flew a plethora of dangerous missions in the past, only to come out the other side alive. If he intended to be of use upon arrival, Ryv knew he had to be as close to tip-top as possible. It meant they'd have to hold out a bit longer without him, but he had to trust them. The paragon knew what it was to feel pride in himself. He knew what it was to only depend on one's self, assuming all the others would fail when he needed them most. This time had to be different. ​

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By the time Ryv arrived on the scene, Loske's body was mid-flight through the air towards a fearful Maynard. Ryv slid across the dirt and threw out a hand, reaching out towards the airborne beauty. A gentle grip would enwrap her the moment before her body made contact with the field, guiding her carefully to a seated position. Next, the kiffar's amber gaze flickered to Weyland as he threw himself at the towering monstrosity. Ryv's eyes widened in response. They could not overwhelm Tathra in such a manner. Their numbers were their most significant advantage. No matter how skilled a warrior was, you could only be in so many places at once.​

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"Weyland, pull back! We can't take him alone; we need to do this together!" Ryv raced forward towards Weyland, though, his attention was momentarily stolen away by the sudden surge of anger crashing off of Maynard. Before the Jedi Knight could say or do anything, Maynard engaged the warlord after Weyland. "You people are killing me," he muttered before flicking his left arm to the side, activating the 'Aspis' shield in full. "If you guys want to do this, let's do it then," he clenched his teeth and charged in after Maynard. ​

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As Maynard and Weyland went low and Loske tried to pull the mighty axe down and away from their allies, Ryv's body blurred. As he closed the distance, Maynard and Weyland fell on the backfoot. Tathra managed to isolate the formerly-blind Jedi and engage him with reckless abandon. ​

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"I don't think so, you big ugly bastard!" Ryv roared out as he interposed himself between the frenzied beast and Weyland. Each strike echoed across the clearing, thunderous impacts beating Ryv back. Momentarily taking his right arm off the shield, he pushed back with a powerful wave of telekinetic energy meant to send the wounded Jedi Knight away from the fray. He then turned back, bracing himself as a massive strike sent the smaller warrior sliding back half a dozen feet. Rather than take up his blade, Ryv focused entirely on the defensive, his passive force body supporting the Jedi even as the titanic creature continued to batter him.​

 

[Romi Jade]

Her fighter careened and a readout appeared on the screen in front of her. A series of clicks from her astromech highlighted the drop zones location. "Approaching crash site..." She peered through the view port "and feeling major tension"

Her initial visual scan was full of smoke and spaced out flares, her gaze darted around as she could made out the shades of the forcefuls below but their was a heavy weight pressing down on them - squint - then Tahtras large frame came into view.

Her thumb slid under and flicked up -- a switch activated. The wings retracted, pushing the throttle up, she rolled her fighter.

"R0!" She started to unfasten her belt while her astromech took control. "Hey! sassy pants don't rush me this is serious." Flying was never her thing, she'd only gotten use to doing it when she was in Coren's cell. R0 was just as impatient as she was at time. "I'm ready for extraction. Put me down and circle bac-"

A series of beeps fought back, "There's no time just drop me here,"

Whipping through the air, she'd finally brought her legs forward and pulled back -- She raised her palm and began to pull the Force through herself, she landed in a crouched position and moved from a low start with surprising speed; she made a solid drive towards the center of the Jedi formation.

She opened her stride, watching on the struggle between the others and the warlord. This must of been the thing that shook the shadows on their scouting mission; she was supposed to have been there that day...

She flexed her core, tightening it as she brought her knees up to press for speed. She saw Maynard propel himself forward, and Loske subsequently thrown right at him, and Weyland launching himself forward in protest. She forged her mind into molten lightning that had come so instinctively to her call. She imbued her renewed call to the attack that the air nearly hummed with energy, and the empyrean flare seemed to lurk on the edge of sensory perception. She projected this upon the group as quickly as she could, given the situation; A sudden spark of understanding flashed through the meld as she brought them all under -- hoping none will break it this time, if not for the link she could protect their minds.

hiss-crack!

Romi thumbed her lightsaber to life, splashing a cold scarlet glow over her frame. She launched herself into a long, flying somersault, to close the distance landing behind the titan. She yanked her hidden shoto from her back, flipped the secondary module switch, drawing the searing orange blade out and subsequently enhancing the group. She stabbed her blade through the space between the monsters legs, then cocked her wrist and stroked the blade up and against his back.

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Loske Treicolt | Weyland Castril | Maynard Treicolt | Ryv

Tathra Khaeus

 

[Leknion]

Leknion watched as the slaughter unfolded. One of the war beast let loose a salvo of rockets blowing the escape craft beyond to smithereens. He let out a guttural war cry as the craft dissolved into a gout of flame and shrapnel. Dozens were incinerated in a instance. Hundreds of drones swarmed over the poorly erected defenses only to be gunned down by the noghri warriors.

It was not until the elite sword wielding baedruin entered the fray that the battle truly began. They cleaved the enemy in twain with but a gentle swipe. Death had come for the noghri people and the baedruin were its heralds. Leknion charged a blaster wielding noghri with great leaps. His massive legs sent him strides in mere seconds. He grabbed hold the warriors head with one giant fist.

The Nogrhi limbs flailed aimlessly as he strugled to free himself from the vice. He lost hold of his weapon as the death clamp built pressure. Slowly his skull cracked. The bone gave way and then, shortly after so did the flesh. The Grey matter was like gelatin beneath Leknion's iron grip. The head exploded in seconds, showering those around it in blood and cranial matter. The arteries within the throat had been severed from his skull and they made a fountain of ichor as the body fell from the fetid horseman's hand towards the earth.

It was the end of times and Leknion was but a simple messenger...

Jegy Sesara

 

[Jegy Sesara]

The Sullustan had already made one large cut through another Drone diagonally as he was cut down. Bodies were starting to surround him as the Noghri was finally taking major causalities. This was it...either it was now he will die or be victorious in battle. A thunderbolt would strike dangerously close as the skies rumbled, no longer under the Sullustans command as it was now completely wild. The wind would howl as it would almost be its own windstorm, another crack of lightning as the flash of green would be seen cutting through another drone. The rain was now soaking into his clothing, he could feel it starting to weigh down his every action though he had no idea if it even affected these large creatures. The well nearby was starting to overflow, the villages well as it...sung? Something strange was about it but for now, he had larger problems.

Giving another disarming slash at the wrists, he quickly slashed upwards as another Drone fell before his feet. He would cast his gaze off in the distance as he saw the larger kind of Bryn gripping and killing just by sheer force of his hand, another Noghri. Giving a point with his lightsaber, he would give out his own war cry as it shrieked through the battlefield, one in Tusken. It did not help that his emotions were now very unbalanced, becoming partly a scream as a few drones nearby would have their eardrums possibly blown out. Before they could react, the Sullustan would cut straight through them, all the while walking quickly towards his new foe.

The war beast of the Byrn then shot another salvo at them and this time, the Sullustan had enough. Outstretching his left hand, he would focus on the Force as it was more chaotic as the missiles would suddenly stop their movement towards them and rather violently, pushed them back as the rockets would then speed off towards the ground and all around the Byrn forces. Some would hit the war beast though if it fell, he did not know while others would be the Drones being killed in various explosive fashion. When he finished, he would resume his march towards the foe, pulling from the other belt the second lightsaber of his as it ignited yellow in his left hand as he started to make a sprint towards him, wanting to have his head!

Leknion

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Honoghr // x01-Skywalker Class // JTSP // Engaged
Strike team objective: Go for The Head
Blondes, Link Up​

There was success, albeit temporary, with burying the nose of the axe to the ground. It helped give some opening for Weyland Castril and Maynard Treicolt to deliver their cuts against the giant's armoured legs. Just as quickly as he was empty handed, Tathra Khaeus was once again with weapon. This time a sword that trapped to her two friends.

Loske was about to shift her metaphysical hold on the axe to toss it over to the side and away from the Draelvisier, but it was for naught. In a surprising jostle, it evidenced magnetism to the chieftan and spiralled to his hand. He brandished both weapons now. Weyland was out, Ryv was in, Maynard was going to have to rebound. Romi Jade was in! She clipped her saber back to her hip. Through the connected communication system of her suit, she called hither to the other member of the strike team, Allyson Locke . Now was a really great time to get involved if they could coordinate: "Allyson, if you're around, we've got Tathra grounded. We'd like it to be a bit more permanent and need to take out his ride."

Tathra's back was to Loske while Ryv kept his focus forward and got Weyland out of harm's way. Master Jade took advantage of this and went low. Loske leaped forward to close the distance of a few feet she'd been afforded up to now, and projected herself upward with the aid of the rockets in her soles. With Romi going low, and Ryv having to stagger back a few feet, she sought to fill that space and push Tathra down into the stab of the Jedi Master.

While she charged, the Jedi sought to distinguish the the proportions of energy around them from her friends, the enemy and the natural ebbs and flows of Honoghr. The balance between this was where Loske honed in her focus. A facsimile to something darker, her fingers glowed with golden sparks that gathered around her gloved hands and spread up her arms as she ran and vaulted over Romi's position and Tathra's back. Her sparking fingers gripped to the red, knotted, horns on either side of his head and letting the cackles of electricity scatter about her forearms and direct to the extensions of the creature she clutched. Then she swung herself over his head, pulling downward and transferring strength through her arms to increase the power of the yank while she twisted in front of him, not releasing her hold on the horns until she was facing him able to deliver a kick to his gut - which she would use to propel herself backward and away from him, intending to land next to Ryv.

 

[Maynard Treicolt]

// SABER ONE //
// OBJECTIVE // Put Tathra Khaeus on a T-Shirt
// FIGHT THEME // Parabola
// FOCUS // Loske Treicolt | Weyland Castril | Ryv | Romi Jade | Allyson Locke @Whoeverelse

The crimson axe exploded against the Jedi as it struck true on Maynard's abdomen, the protective systems within the armor padding and sealing the schism of the blow only as Maynard was sent back with a low grunt into the ground behind him, his saber shutting off after the blow as he clutched his abdomen with heavy breaths from the strike, lifting his open palm up to appraise the damage seeping from his stomach he found nothing in its wake, no lifeblood spilled from the strike as the armor managed to absorb a lion's share of the blow.

The adrenaline let the illusion of pain seep through the cracks and let him muster the will to set himself back on his feet once more, igniting the cobalt saber once more as he offered a brief appraisal of the raging battle with quick glances between his Jedi comrades and the Titan itself.

When Loske vaulted up toward his head and released a burst of lightning all the while Romi sought to cut up between the Draelvisier's legs at the same moment as Ryv's arrival into the battle - Maynard was impulsive in compounding the assault. With stimulants injecting through his body to empower his already adrenaline fueled charge he sought another upward sweep at the very same leg he'd cut into moments before, hoping to attack that area as Tathra sought to deal with the other threats.

 

[Aurelius Baldor]

Equipment: BAW-56, BAW-57, Mono-edge cutlass
Ships: The Dervish WR-542 Shooting Star, Venture-class Star Galleon, squadron of assorted light freighters
Objective: Help evacuation efforts, Eliminate onboard threat
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: Bryn’adûl, Reosyvern

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Aurelius looked to the scanners showing the chaos down planetside and shook his head. "I can't risk it, if we bring this ship down there we're gonna lose it." With a sigh, he approached his holo-communicator once again, this time relaying his message to his own pilots. "Finish getting whoever you can and get out of there, we're pulling out in five." From his belt he drew the other pistol, the BAW-57, and held them both at the ready. There as not much else they could do to prepare then they already have

"Get the droids to focus their defenses here by the bridge, and the deck below us" Aurelius said. The ray shields giving access to the bridge were among the first to go up when the intruder was first detected, but he now knew that an attack from below was a possibility. While Aurelius and his men braced for the imminent attack, he pondered how much it would cost to have ray shields installed under the floors. No one was gonna pull this bantha-crap on him again.

Down on Honoghr Aurelius' surviving freighters began their last sweeps, and the first few began jetting their way up back to the Venture. If there was anyone still ground-side that needed a way off-planet, now was the time to signal for it.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Equipment: Sword | Long-Axe | Shield | Sun Quaker | Barricas Oil | Armour |
Mount: The Dreddikast Beast
Theme: X

As soon the second shield wielding Jedi placed himself between Tathra and Weyland, his onslaught was relinquished. He would be a fool to turn his back on half of his opponents. The dreddikkast whispered the approach of new foes, yet his enhanced hearing already alerted him to the approach. Tathra turned to his left-side, rather thrusting his right elbow into the middle of the shield, knocking the Jedi back half a dozen feet as he turned sideways, facing the approaching trio.

The newest arrival darted low, a scarlet blade moving to strike in between his legs moved incredibly fast; Tathra raised his left arm, using his range, strength and speed to his advantage; with the lower haft of the Long-Axe already at that length; it was with a mere thought it would strike at the wrist of the Jedi - likely effortlessly overpowering the upward physical momentum and pushing the ignited blade into his armoured thigh, hoping to knock it from her hand upon collision, in the same motion Tathra would bring his wrist downward and remove her head with the beard of his Axe and strike the approaching Pilot.

Yet Tathra did not manage the opportunity to see what his strike had accomplished he was seemingly grappled momentarily blinded as a powerful migraine was born of some seething force lightning crawling over his crowned forehead, and kicked in the chest. As the Jedi propelled herself from him back toward her companions, he struck out with his entirely free sword; intent on slashing her mid-section. Tathra's physical form of little more than three tons was hardly moved, yet he took the opportunity to leap back; with a mere thrust of his right leg he was propelled four metres backward. They all stood in front of him now, five in total.

Above them, without the defence of their best pilots; the Ra'maks had conquered the sky. What evacuation ships had survived were likely gone or running, the sky was filled with black and red. Shuttles and Ra'maks alike fell from the sky, the great beasts roaring as they died. The shuttles, filled with silent screams as their metal tombs were swallowed in the seething dark. The compounded ink flattened - falling to the earth and subsequently spreading in all directions. The trees were choked by it, in the distance the sounds of flocks of Draeyde and Phedrak Fighters could be heard throughout the city.

Tathra remained still for a moment before he began to encircle to the right; he'd rather have them all directly in front of him than spread out to his flanks. Tathra snorted, he had expected more. So much more. But in the place of Jedi they sent children, playing at War.

TAGS
Galactic Alliance - Romi Jade | Weyland Castril | Allyson Locke | Maynard Treicolt | Ryv | Loske Treicolt

 

[Leknion]

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Leknion released the body from his grasp. He looked to his palm and watched as the rain mixed with the blood and matter upon his hand. In the distance lightning struck earth and illuminated the giant warriors frame. The sound of the war horns blew rapidly. Creating a steady tiempo for the Draelvasier to kill too.

A war beast let loose another salvo and then a unseen force seemed to redirect the rockets. They landed all around the mutagen enhanced Leknion. Shrapnel, dirt and gore showered everywhere. It fazed him none... What truly disturbed him most was the fact that not a single one of them was worthy of Baedruin strength. Baedruin power.

They were insolent in their weakness.

And as the other mutagen enhanced sword wielders approached it became painfully obvious they would find no challenge here. But a glimmer caught Leknion's eye. A pillar of green in the darkness and just as he spied it a twin ignited.

Two swords of light in these dark times.

The rain hissed upon the holy blades and Leknion knew their was but one who could stop them. Finally a worthy foe had approached. It would not be long before the other Baedruin noticed the enemy and rushed in for the kill. Leknion would deny them the honor. He charged forth in great leaps and strides. Lifting his sword high he yelled the acursed monks name

"JEDDIII!!!!!"

He met the warrior with feral animosity. He acted as though he would cleave Jegy's head in two with a downward swing from the sword in his right hand, but, just before the sword could connect Leknion brought the sword back in a attempt to distract the Sullustan from the true blow.

Milliseconds before the faint even truly ended Leknion's left fist shot forward like the lightning waging all around them. Leknion sought to punch the Sullustan and knock the wind out of him with strength four times the amount of a Wookiee's.

Jegy Sesara

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Against Demons
"DEMON!!!"​

The Sullustan screamed, seeing the other creature approaching him in leaps and strides. The Sullustan wanted this...he needed an outlet of his anger, the rage was building into his own body, so much anger that he refused to let out, now all at once out in the open. While his foe was not only larger and acting as feral, so was the Sullustan in his rage. The Sullustan would notice the downswing as he tried to pivet to the side, a Master of Djem So as he expected at some point a flaw but it never came as the lightsabers, glowing yellow and green would slash down onto the sword. However he did not slam into it violently to break, he tried to slide forward with the two blades to cut off a thumb or a few fingers.

However, that did not work. The feint worked as planned, the first coming out quickly as he barely had the reflexes to pull back as it slammed into the right side of his body. Cracks of bone could be heard as the rain poured onto them, coughing out blood as it mixed with the droplets of rain. This forced him back several feet as he tumbled into a roll on the ground. That kind of hit would kill any normal person but the problem is, this was not a normal person and in fact, this enraged him. Looking up the instant he rolled back, he leaped forward with tremendous speed with his two lightsabers attempting to stab through, even if not very accurate, into the right shoulder of this huge male creature, all the while having the left lightsaber in his hand crooked just enough to push back against the sword with a large amount of Force if needed.

The Sullustans eyes have indeed now turned nearly grayish black. He had lost nearly all form of thought process and only focused on killing the male before him. They may now have an audience that wishes to watch the battle unfold though as the lightning became even more so dangerous, it became obvious now that the Sullustan was in a Force Rage. Something he had not been in...in over four hundred years.

Leknion

 

[Allyson Locke]

Objective: Disrupt connections​

Equipment: Signature & Flying a Bobcat​

Allies: GA​

Enemies: Spikey boiz​

Tell them I wasn't scared; I always wanted to be a hero...​

It wasn't hard to find and locate the others fighting the big bad of the whole level. Allyson pushed the Bobcat to its limits as it darted across the sky, dodging and breaking through any stragglers of the mindless fighters that they had encountered earlier. Cams showed and zeroed in on the battle scene. It wouldn't be safe to attack the same target as the others, so instead, there was another target showing up on the radar. Allyson pressed her lips together, seeing that it was like a small fortress. That meant that nothing was going to cut through it quickly.​

The fighter jet made its first pass getting a better visual of what was going on. The more Allyson ran the scenario of attack; everything came up with the Corellian losing. Groaning, the Fighter twisted and prepared for its aggression. Humming softly to herself, she checked her safety equipment and downloaded her droid's data. It caused Bait to power down, leaving her to her thoughts. Looking down at her hand, she moved her fingers into a small pattern, and a faint light flashed behind her glove's fabric - a sign of delivery. Allyson reached through the force, to once more push the Fighter to its limit and made a beeline towards the cocooned beast.​

If guns weren't going to do the trick, a fighter filled with fuel and all sorts of weapons would and should make a big enough explosion to at least distract the creature. Either way, there was going to be a distraction, and she hoped this sacrifice would be enough to allow the others to survive and better yet maybe kill Tathra.​

The Bobcat continued to speed up, closing in on the most center she could get the Fighter targeted. The impact was imminent, and Allyson exhaled slowly, she had danced on the edge of death several times before, but never intentionally like this. Her eyes remained open, not wanting to miss the last moments. Bits of her memory played; they always said in times like this, the best moments of your life flash before you.​

Faces of those she loved smiled and welcomed her, a voice said her name - one that brought comfort from the great beyond.​

In that instance, the Bobcat crashed into the stationary target of the dragon mount of Tathra. Explosions tore at the scaled cocoon as the bombs that were armed before impact continued to go off, and fire engulfed the area.​

The fireball of wreckage burned...​

Spoiler

Tathra Khaeus Loske Treicolt Maynard Treicolt Ryv Weyland Castril Romi Jade Jyoti Nooran

 

[Weyland Castril]

Wearing: Jedi Strike Armour, Shield
Carrying: Lightsaber
In: X-01 Starfighter
Strike Team: Allyson Locke , Romi Jade , Loske Treicolt , Ryv , Maynard Treicolt
Target: Tathra Khaeus

In a flurry of motion, Weyland was tossed across the battlefield; only managing to grind to a halt as the clashing of weapons brought sense back to him. His mind was dizzy, he was seeing doubles and the pain shot through him like nothing he'd felt before. His armour filled the gaps around him, thinning all along his body as his wounds were gouged in bacta and bio-foam. The Jedi Knight struggled to his feet, looking on as the Titan seemed to dance between his companions like he could see everything, knew everything.

Weyland could feel it, it travelled the same current but for a different purpose. His instincts drew his vision to the black orbalisk of wings and blades that was the wounded creature that their foe had rode in on. It emanated with force energy, it's focus not on itself but rather Tathra.

"It's the beast! Its empowering him!"

From the sky, their missing Strike Team member came barrelling down. A smile spread over the Jedi's face as the odds leaned to their favour - together, they coul-

She wasn't slowing down. Weyland's breath was caught in his throat, watching helplessly. Somehow she knew, Weyland ran to come between the creature and the approaching ship, he didn't know why but he couldn't reach it in time regardless. The impact threw him back, slamming into the concrete once again as the great beast shrieked and the wreckage was consumed in fire.

"No.."

Part of him wanted to make peace with it, another was fuelled by frustration. That frustration that had reduced him to little more than the ashes of Baros now fuelled a determination within he hadn't felt before. Crossing blades with Tathra meant death, but there was a chance it wouldn't just be his. And he had to take it. Weyland looked to the sky, both feeling and observing the destruction above.

From his wrist, a vibroblade with a plasmatic-filament came to life in hand. The Knight leapt toward Tathra, preservation wasn't a priority anymore.

 

[Salamander]

Spiker rounds from Osam ‘s weapon riddled the body of the albino vornskr. Mercifully, Heliobas remained paralyzed for the duration of the ride on Kaleleon ‘s mount, but it wasn’t long before the pain arrived. He was foolish, a diplomat rushing into battle without any sense of tact or strategy. But then a Jedi’s life was sacrifice...

The beast gave a groan and then a stifled screech as he was lowered onto the floor of the evac ship. Flesh crawled over his bones, trying to force the bolts of cooling magma out of him. The long slivers clattered onto the metal floor, rolling around as the ship lurched into takeoff.

Heliobas returned to form, an injured old man. He was vaguely aware of the others around him, faces half-familiar and half-stranger. But it wasn’t long before he sank into a healing trance, blind and deaf to all.