Candle in the Dark [GA vs OS Invasion of Lujo Objectives: 1, 2, 4]

[Roth Tillian]

Obj. 2
Allies: [member="Jareb Kaine"] [member="Dax Ragnar"] [member="Dex Bastion"] [member="Poy Luroon"] [member="Tadel Perris"] [member="Ayden Carter"]
Enemies: Sith fleet

Roth rolled his neck before setting his helmet on his head and adjusting his harness. He strode through the hangar, giving waves to those he knew and confident smiles to everyone, even if he didn't know them. Not everyone responded, but he could feel how their mood changed. Commander Roth Tillian, Wild Knight lead, sometime smuggler with [member="Alicia Frost"], and Knight of the Order, and one delightfully rascal of an ace. If he was confident and optimistic, why would they not be?

It was B-wings again this time though, and as such, M1-C3 trundled along behind him, making snide comments in binary which Roth pretended not to hear. He and the Knights were carrying heavy ordinance to hit the enemy fleet hard, combining mentalism and heavy firepower to disorient and cripple as much of the fleet as possible. He paused at his squadron's bay, eyeing the ships. They all seemed in excellent condition, while his pilots hurried about, preparing themselves for what was about to happen.

He saluted them and swung into his own fighter, strapping into the seat and powering up the engines as he reviewed further tactical briefs. Nothing as of yet from the enemy fleet. But he would wait as long as necessary.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective: One
Location: K.
Allies: The Galactic Alliance (and her allies) | Silver Sanctum Coalition: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
Enemies: The One Sith (and her allies): [member="Lord Mythos"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Darth Erebos"]
Gear: Vanguard-class armour (no helmet)| Lightsaber


The infiltration of the Galactic Alliance and her allies was heralded by the song of battle. In the bunker the echoes of explosions and blaster fire reverberated along the corridors and well into the lower levels, if the Sith laying low beneath the main floors could not hear the battle, then they must be hard of hearing or in denial. As the cut slab hit the corridor floor in room K, Thurion and Coci followed, surprising the Sith, who for a moment stood dumb founded before the Wave. Coci had felt the pull of the force in Thurion, and knew instinctively what would come next, after all they had fought along side each other so many times, in equally dire situations as this that they could not but sense it. Couple this with their force bond, and the pair work extremely well together.

As Thurion's wave went out in all directions Coci used this to propel herself forward toward the remainder of the standing Sith, her lightsaber extended to the side as she controlled the 'flight' until she began to cut her way though them. Some of them actually fled sensing the power of the combined pair, mostly sith of lower rank and like their kind they do not stand and defend those that lay injured.

Once the corridor had been secured, Coci retuned to the side of her husband and checked to see if he was alright. His armour had already begun to wear the signs of battle with stains of blood, as does her own. "Can you sense them? Not far", she turned to look in the direction of the far room. However she had only just spoken the words when one of the Sith simply vanished, his presence folded within the force. "I think someone would like to play hide and seek", she said with a slight smile. "Let them". And two can play that game. However, if the Sith Lord was good at his skill of concealment, it would be much harder to locate him, even though she does have a trick up her sleeve.

From early on in her life, Coci had worked for the Army of Light as a padawan who had training in skills of the force designed to complete her duty as infiltrator and assassin. After which, she joined the Republic in intelligence and continued her training until moving the then Order of the Silver Jedi to enter that enclave as a Jedi Shadow. So many years she had lived in the grayness of the half light and one who has entered them never truly leaves them. The shadows will always call her.

Minimalising her presence in the force to nothing, Coci vanished within the folds of the force, her concealment completed. A master of illusions, she focused her mind to create her image in her stead, she walked up behind her illusion of self and will follow it into the next room, when Thurion gives the word to move out.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: A > B Attached at the hip to Jacen Voidstalker
Allies: [member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="The Dark Knight"] [member="Cole Katarn"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Erebos"]

Spoiler: Gear

Handcannon: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/57742-occluder-handcannon/
Lightsaber with http://starwarsrp.net/topic/67975-vt-disruptor-lens/
Armour: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/68049-vt-jedi-vanguard-armor/
Glove: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/65415-vt-grav-glove/
Rifle: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/11476-bti-cc13-blaster-rifle-ol-reliable/

Jacen heard the hollow threats over the battle network before the stolen device was quickly purged from the secure system. It was not long before the Sith revealed himself and he would be afforded every opportunity to carry out his threats.

Today was a rallying cry from the Alliance. It was the day they stood tall and showed that the Sith could be beaten. Today they proved that as soon as the Sith were on the back foot their structure would crumble. Fear of the Dark Lord could only hold them together against so much. They would not lay down their lives to save their own people. They would have their own people lay down their lives so that they could flee from the light. They would soon find that there were only so many rocks they could slither under them.

It was a rallying cry, but it required no words to be spoken. There were no monologues, no hollow threats. There was no speech.

“Break left,” was all Jacen said, as he looked to Damian. The Sith’s cross blade sputtered into life. Both explosions had thrown up plenty of detritus. Now a thick dust lingered in the air. That scarlet blade cast indistinct shadows, as if the Sith was followed by a ravening horde of monsters. He was not.

He was followed by men who had lost their way.

Jacen’s golden blade snapped to life. His eyes narrowed. His focus was such that a simple breath out and he had Centred himself, drawn up his strongest mental defences and pushed all emotion aside. The Sith before him had a nasty sadistic streak. It was time to find out if he had a yellow one to match.

Keeping his balance carefully controlled Jacen began his advance. His feet never left the ground by far, never gave an opening for a counter strike. Gathering the Fore around him, the Jedi Master launched a sudden telekinetic strike at Erebos. Aimed at chest height the move was designed to put the Sith off balance and give Jacen the opening to finish closing and open his account with a testing jab with the tip of his blade.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Objective: Begin the Dance of Blades
Location: K > L
Allies: GA | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: OS | [member="Lord Mythos"] & [member="Darth Kentarch"]
Gear: Valkyri armour | Snowfall | Lightsaber

He'd felt it too. Even when surrounded by darkness, there were varying shades of it. Beyond this door awaited their true enemy, and they would meet them head-on. They could attempt to run and hide in the shadows all they like; there would be nowhere left to hide with the advent of the Light. Thurion offered his disappearing wife a determined nod before the doors began to slide open with a creak, revealing the Sith awaiting them in the next room. Taking a few heavy steps inside to let the doors close behind him, the Grandmaster eyed his opponent with steely gaze before suddenly deactivating his lightsaber. "Sith. Let us settle this with steel versus steel," he spoke while reaching for Snowfall, the ancient Midvinter blade which had seen countless battles throughout the ages, now reforged for the modern era.

"Your friend seems more intent on watching from the shadows rather than face me in a fair fight," Thurion remarked while slowly approaching the Sith Lord, unsheathing his Valkyri sword. "It matters not," he added while assuming the stance of the Krayt Dragon, both hands firmly gripping the hilt of his sword. "Face me, Sith."

 

[Shaddi]

Objective: 1


Location: B
Allies: The Force, The Darkside, The OS, [member="Abelain Narv'uk"], [member="Jardo Snow"], [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Darth Kentarch"]
Enemies: The GR, The jedi, The lightside, [member="Damian Starchaser"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Abel"] & [member="Kaileann Vera"]
Equipment: 1 x woebringer heavy blaster pistol, His Lightsaber, Tonka Amulet Charges (8/8), The ring of Hrafnar, Infantry Armor MK II (Modified with a robe around it and the mask of his previous armor)


'So the master intends to face me instead?' Erebos managed to think as he saw the force pushed wave head towards him. Turning his blade into a reverse grip he brought his hands up to take the blow and staggered back a step before he turned his blade to redirect the jab, but he could feel the heat of the blade almost having hit his side. "Oh you'll do." He then said in a tone that almost conveyed the sadistic pleasure Erebos was having in finally facing a Jedi as he brought his leg up for a kick to his chest to try and put just a little breathing room between them. "What is the name of the master of an order that ignores the pleas of the people they are sworn to protect?" He said as he turned his sword back to a normal grip and took a Shii-cho defensive stance, he wanted to know who he was facing but also apply a little Dun möch to the confrontation as well.
He waited to see if the Jedi answered for a moment before he initiated the fight once more, starting with a forwards slash in an attempt to lock blades with the jedi once more. "I am Darth Erebos." Of course that would only be a ploy, same as his introduction, as he brought a sith barrage from under the Jedi's feet, the ground would erupt in a barrage of red force lightning all aimed up from the ground towards the jedi. Erebos felt something he really hadn't in quite a while, excitement, before him was an opponent that would challenge him and help him grow both as a person and his own power. A chance to see were his own weakness lay didn't come so often in the one sith given that orders impotent and borderline idiotic ban on culling the weak among the sith from the order but he supposed this war with the republic was just that in the end.

 

[Mythos]

Location: L
Objective: Become a Legend.
Allies: OS [member="Darth Kentarch"]
Enemies: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] & [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Gear: In siggy & Bio

Mythos stood almost motionless save for his rhythmic breathing, when he opened his eyes they met the approaching figure of an armored warrior bathed in light unlike anything he had previously encountered against Jedi. He still was not phased, he continued his meditation letting his body tense for battle and the blood around his body to finally dry and stick. His voice stank of confidence and serenity, the aura around him was that of pure blinding light that contrasted with the darkness of the place like a miniature storm in the force. Mythos smiled at his first statement and could not help but to wholeheartedly agree. "Honor and courage are things I do not forsake..." Mythos said, his voice regurgitating the dark side of the force around him with every syllable he spoke. A powerful voice...

He had to look upwards to meet the eyes of his opponent, Mythos looked quite small by comparison.

As the warrior shut off his lightsaber Mythos tilted his head, fully expecting a trick of some sort... yet instead the warrior called for a clash of steel and brandished a weapon that looked as old as the axe itself. Perhaps this was the one Jedi that valued honor as much as himself?... perhaps not. Mythos shook his head, still looking upwards to meet the eyes of his opponent. "Do you so eagerly wish for death and destruction?... so be it..."
This sentence came with calm regret, palpable in the force as emotions often are and his voice not booming with dark side power and strength.

Mythos pulled the axe from his back with his right hand calmly and brandished the legendary weapon that had slept beneath the sands for thousands of years awaiting the hand of a warrior worthy to wield it's power. He took the rudis of the dark lord, a weapon crafted for him by the Emperor and the Wrath and sliced the leather straps upon his shoulders to let his cape fall behind him and leave his chest bare and armor-less. When he looked back to his opponent... there was no fear or regret or hesitation in his eyes... Had he known this was the Thurion Heavenshield Nima Tann spoke to him about all those years ago... He would have made no mention of it at the moment.

He spoke no more words, taking the stance of Juyo and instantly taking the offensive Mythos began this clash of light and dark as soon as he was challenged. His boots clamped down to the floor as the force he had gathered up to his point blasted him forward in a spiraling dive, rudis first. His plan would be to end things quickly and decisively; the rudis to clash with his opponents blade and twist it to the side with it's inverted grip, with the impact of the force jump to crash into his bigger opponent and throw him off balance and hopefully give him an opening, then finally for the axe to come down and take advantage of the opening with a vertical chop to the center of his skull.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Objective: One
Location: L
Allies: One Sith, [member="Lord Mythos"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]

Honor is a fool's prize. Glory is of no use to the dead. Kentarch would not be shamed into coming into the light. Plus if this Jedi were so noble, so courageous, why hide behind such heavy armor. As Thurion revealed himself the Sith Lord remained still, un-moving. Wait. Something in the force told him not to move. There was one target, but where was the other? He would not budge until he was sure it was Coci. As Mythos charged Thurion, Kentarch's hidden blade extended from under his left wrist, he timed it perfectly with his fellow Sith's footsteps so the Jedi could not possibly here the blade extend.

While he might not get a shot a Coci, he could easily attack Thurion in the back at a time of Kentarch's choosing. The Sith Lord was not above such a 'dirty' tactic, and if he timed right it could easily eliminate a serious threat.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: A > B Attached at the hip to Jacen Voidstalker
Allies: [member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="The Dark Knight"] [member="Cole Katarn"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Erebos"]

Spoiler: Gear

Handcannon: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/57742-occluder-handcannon/
Lightsaber with http://starwarsrp.net/topic/67975-vt-disruptor-lens/
Armour: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/68049-vt-jedi-vanguard-armor/
Glove: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/65415-vt-grav-glove/
Rifle: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/11476-bti-cc13-blaster-rifle-ol-reliable/

No reply was given. Jacen’s focus did not extend to the words the Sith offered. The only ones he would heed would be ‘I surrender’. Even those words would be treated with great suspicion. Instead those hawkish eyes watched the footwork of his opponent carefully. His mind remained open to the Force, weary of an ambush. The Sith moved in close and Jacen met him full on. With a significant advantage and height in weight, the Marshal shifted the grip of his off-hand down the long hilt of his saber to give him greater leverage.

But he did not expect the attack from underneath. Conjuring lightning from anything other than the hand was a very rare trick indeed. This time Jacen opened his mouth. The twisted cry of pain came as he knees threatened to buckle. Only the hastily erected barrier allowed him to keep his footing. The iridescent field shimmered to life as the scarlet tendrils of lightning lapped at its fringes.

His eyes narrowed as he locked gaze with the Sith. A myriad of coloured sparks rolled across the bunker floor, leaving blackened trails in their wake. Dropping his weight an inch, Jacen then exploded forwards. With height, weight and leverage he lunged forwards to press Erebos back. At that same moment he once more called on the Force to aid him. With a vice like grip the Force wrapped around the Sith’s trailing ankle. With his rear leg fixed and Jacen pressing forwards he would be hard pressed to keep his balance. The Marshal intended to capitalise by thrusting the scarlet blade up and back and then swinging down for the shoulder.

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Location: N > G
Allies: One Sith Forces
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Harmon Taldan"], [member="Andanian Ategann"]


They had not pushed through the defenses set up at the staircase, which could only mean that they were directing their forces to alternate areas of attack. The paltry forces on the other side could be sensed by the Arue'tii with each breath he took, his olfactory senses taking notice of the blood still within each soldier in the room. According to basic schematics, the area above the stairway was some form of maintenance chamber, perhaps placed in the center of the bunkers to allow for rapid deployment of maintenance and engineering crews lest a problem become suddenly evident. The One Sith soldiers behind him were still prepared for an attack of some sort, though it seemed almost reasonable to have them reinforce areas that were actually under assault.

No, such a decision would no doubt leave this sector unprotected, and that would lead to flanking on the areas that had been reinforced, leaving the additional troopers null to the relative battle strength of each group. Arguably however, the Arue'tii could counterattack through the area himself, and flank to at the very least divert attention from the main striking areas and hopefully provide a relapse in the fighting for those heavily assailed locations. Abelain held the pair of weapons in front of him once more, motioning the soldier still at the stairs to back away and return to defense along with the others instead of playing the role of scout. The trooper quickly acknowledged, the extra relief easing off of him as he was removed from a position that could well lead to instantaneous death.

The lightsaber slashed easily through the door, leaving a molten streak along it in a diagonal pattern before reversing up the line in a half circle. The resulting wounds struck upon the door left it to crumble at the slightest blow from Abelain's vibroblade hand. His eyes darted along the admittedly more spacious area, taking key notice of hostile forces and marking their positions. Though the battle still raged on in other places; and due to the element of stealth already being dissipated, the Arue'tii stepped slowly into the room, red cape scraping softly upon the ruins of the now eliminated door. He held both blades in front of himself, awaiting for enemy fire to embark at any moment, and with a slight bow of his head spoke: "I am Abelain Narv'uk, descendant of Sarith, explorer of the Order of Hazarin, and defender of this place. Come."

It was the time for combat.

 

[Shaddi]

Objective: 1

Location: B
Allies: The Force, The Darkside, The OS, [member="Abelain Narv'uk"], [member="Jardo Snow"], [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Darth Kentarch"]
Enemies: The GR, The jedi, The lightside, [member="Damian Starchaser"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Abel"] & [member="Kaileann Vera"]
Equipment: 1 x woebringer heavy blaster pistol, His Lightsaber, Tonka Amulet Charges (7/8), The ring of Hrafnar, Infantry Armor MK II (Modified with a robe around it and the mask of his previous armor)


The defense the Jedi put up surprised Erebos when the field shimmered to life a split second to soon for the force lightning to do any real damage to the jedi, this annoyed him immensely. When the push came he took it head on but as he took a defensive step back he felt his leg held in place. "Oh? Cheating are we?" He mocked as their blades locked and he could see what the jedi was about to do and the possibilities raced through his mind.
With effort he infused the force into his body, empowering his body enough so that he could bring the free leg into a kick into the jedi's knee but this also caused him to fall backwards and the blade came falling towards his shoulder carving a path into the armor but with a desperation move he force pushed the jedi aiming right at his chest to avoid loosing his arm though he could feel his singed skin under the glowing part of the armor.
Erebos could feel it, this armor he had now wasn't as nimble and agile as his previous one had been and neither offered it the same level of protection, he would have to change tactics if he was going to even try to fight this master on any semblance of equal footing. Springing quickly to his feet he let out a snarl of anger as he gathered his anger, fury and pain into his off hand using them like a focusing lens to strengthen what he was about to do, while turning to a fencing style stance. However he then brought it forwards and sent out a torrent of red force Lightning empowered by his amulet to the nth-degree of his abilities. The tendrils of lightning at first scattered out from his hand before all joined together to form a singular and powerful lightning bolt. "I won't loose to an impotent jedi!" He screamed as he came running after the lightning bolt with his sword aimed into a stab which he'd try to follow into a sideways slash.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Location: A > B Attached at the hip to Jacen Voidstalker
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Meeristali Peradun"] [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] [member="The Dark Knight"] [member="Cole Katarn"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Erebos"]

Go left! Right, and so left Damian went. his first instinct was that he had to engage the enemy directly, it was strange how his mind worked. In most situations he’d come at you sidewise, socially with lies and misdirection, or with a breaching charge to gain access to you from an oblique angle, but in the case of close combat he always seemed to have the urge to charge right in. That wasn’t to say that he didn’t still use his smarts in a battle, but there was an aggressive nature to lightsaber duels that seemed to befuddle minds.

But now he had to go fast. Dipping into the force he used one of the few skills he felt truly comfortable with. His legs pumped in a speedy motion and his body became a blur moving at incredibly speeds.

With his peripherals, and aided by the force, Damian watched as the Jedi Master @Jacen Voidstar, engaged the sith. The sith himself introduced himself as Darth Erebos. The name held no meaning to Damian, this man wasn’t [member="Darth Vornskr"] or even [member="Sage Bane"].

Damian finally reached the opportune position, several meters around and behind the Sith and on his right to keep Jacen out of the line of fire. As Erebos began to cast his lightning Damian frowned. Nope. That wasn’t happening. In an instant Damian leveled his blaster and fired a multitude of stun bolts in rapid succession, vicious little taps of the trigger to send a controlled burst straight into his upper back where his shoulders meet.. Damian doubted the bolts would strike home, lightsabers could be a pain, but hoped that it would force the sith to cease the lightning and turn his body to block the bolts with his saber, or else take up an awkward side position with both arms outstretched leaving him open to more vicious strikes.

 

[Matreya]

Location: The Ground Bro, the Ground
Allies: Yup
Enemies: [member="Damian Starchaser"] | [member="The Dark Knight"]
Equipment: 3 Betty Blasters | Full Gunbelt of Explosives | Stuff in Mah Sig Yo!
(So, this is going to be an odd duel, if your willing. Can't pm for some reason, might be my wifi. Anyway, it will you vs me, with my other character as an ally. I am entirely unconcerned about win nor loss. So, beat Damien or don't, it will be a fair fight.)

Damien walked slowly along the ground, senses on high alert. It had been a time since his last real fight, and in this battlefield he foresaw a true threat. Who, what, or the numbers of them, were not seen. But it was evident all through the Force, and his interaction with it, that something would happen here.

Something glorious.

Atop his flesh, of course over basic garb, was his Body Glove, which was ever the last resort if he required it. Over this, was the Beskar'gam he had made all those years ago; freshly cleaned, and buffed free of dents. Next came the Coat that had long been a reliable feature of his armament, his Cater Coat, its hood also drawn into place. Wrapped around his shoulders, dragging loosely on the ground, was his warden Coat.

Both, after the armor, had slits in neck so as to allow the handle of his sword, Tantibus, be seen and retrieved. From its point along his back, it was safely a defense as well as a weapon for offense - the gas canister on his back could not be punctured without breaking the blade and scabbard of his sword. At his hip was the one so resently won in auction, the blade of Ayden Cater, crafted by Rave Merrill. It would be his first attempt at using it, and though he felt enormous potential from the blade, he to knew it dangerous.

He had thoroughly examined it upon victory.

Under his Coat, hidden by the buttoned front, were several Better Blasters, a few dozen Grenades of different makes, and a few other minor items he had likely forgotten he put inside.

 

[Joy]

Location: A > B
Allies: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"] | [member="Meeristali Peradun"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Pikiran"] | [member="Darth Erebos"]

There they were, larger than life, striding through the corridor and into the combat zone. Tall beings, long lengths of crimson humming in their hands. Except for this latest being. He wore beskar'gam. And a trench coat. And a cloak. In a scabbard on his back was a sword. Down his front and strapped to his hips were a number of blasters and grenades and all sorts of things.

Gosh, he had to be sweltering under there. Abel wondered how he didn't fall over from all that weight.

The Jedi Padawan took out his hilt. He had to help, somehow. Maybe he could just push this guy over. But the Dark Side rolled from the new arrival in waves, leaving Abel sick to his stomach.

The young man grit his teeth and put one foot forward, then the other. Before he knew it he was charging towards the fellow. He lifted his lightsaber up and the green blade came to life with a snap-hiss. Terror made his heart pound.

The padawan yelled a battle cry, blade lifted for an overhand stroke aimed at the fellow's left shoulder.

Right around the time he reached full-tilt, Abel realized that this wasn't his lightsaber.

It was his training saber.

 

[Andanian Ategann]

Location: G
Allies: [member="Harmon Taldan"]
Enemies: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

[youtube] https://youtu.be/ZYG3BPvFOgs [/youtube]​

Quietly, Andanian and what remained of his squad, Fish, who was highlighted with an orange outline on his hud, and Lunatic in red, avoided Imperial detection inside of the bunker. Blaster fire, explosions, and even a storm of lightsabers being ignited filled the corridors and sent chills up Andanian's spine. The duraplast armor protecting his body from harm did little to bring him comfort. The bunker seemed to shake with the fury of a thousand suns around them.

"Imp, c'mon, we need to move." whispered Lunatic over their radio.

Apparently, Andanian had dozed off. Dozens of footsteps sounded as if they were coming in their direction from the staircase they just came down. He quickly rejoined his brothers-in-arms as they resumed their covert operation.

Volunteers on special operations duty. The Alliance must have been desperate.

Finally, it seemed the squad had reached the engineering section. The trio surveyed the room with their scatterguns quickly before they started to declare:

"All clear?"

"Negative. Some skirmishes down the hall. Proceed with primary objective?"

"Affirmative. They have a job, let's do ours."

The room was more spacious that they had found themselves in. Some engine-looking machines lined the walls along with computer consoles to access them. Fish started to interact with one while Lunatic watched one corridor to make sure no Stormtroopers attacked them while Andanian did the same. There was a door on the other side of the room from them, too, but it looked locked. Still, Andanian kept his eyes on it.

"Got anything, Fish?"

"Negative. Imperial security has gotten nasty, and I ain't a slicer. Are you?"

"Probably more than you. Switch with me"

Unfortunately, a loud SLASH rang through the room from the door. Andanian and the other instantly aimed their rifles at it as the door was broken down. Out of it stood a tall, menacing-looking beast with a flowing red cape, some strange, blue chitin-like armor, and a terrifyingly sadistic grin on his face. He held a black vibrosword in one hand and a red lightsaber in the other.

"I am [member="Abelain Narv'uk"], descendant of Sarith, explorer of the Order of Hazarin, and defender of this place. Come."

"ARE YOU CHITTIN' ME!?" shouted Lunatic as he dove behind cover, a wave of blaster fire coming their way from behind the Sith. Andanian's eyes widened at the sight of the...monster that stood in the doorway as Stormtroopers started pouring in.

"GET DOWN! FIND COVER! PROTECT THE CONSOLES! CALL FOR BACKUP! I-I DUNNO, DAMMIT!" Fish yelled, along with many filthy curse words as he began engaging the enemy.

Andanian took cover behind one of the big machines and used his revolver to engage the Stormtroopers, hoping that giant beast with the lightsaber would just get bored and leave.

 

[Ayden Cater]

Location: High Orbit over Lujo
Objective: Secure Orbit for GA / Repel any One Sith Forces in Orbit ( 2 )
Allies: GA, [member="Dax Ragnar"] | [member="Roth Tillian"] | [member="Jareb Kaine"] | [member="Dex Bastion"] | [member="Tadel Perris"] | [member="Poy Luroon"]
Enemies: OS, Allies, [member="Darth Odium"], [member="Catalys Maijora"]

Contacts were sparse in orbit. No orbital installations to speak of, no shipyards or drydocks for ships. The remoteness of it apparently was working well in their favor. The battle on the ground was well underway. If the Alliance was allowed to secure orbit uncontested, then they would be free to send down further reinforcements and bombers to support the ground forces.

Just then an alarm went off. The captain of the Indomitable turned and asked for a status report. There, at the edge of their sensors and closing, was a monstrous sight that few ever saw, and fewer still had ever lived to report it. Drifting through the dark void of space, with a hull shaped like a sword and an array bristling with weaponry, was an Immortal. They were a rare sight against the stars, and every engagement they had been sighted in had quickly turned in favor of the One Sith. It was a monstrous thing, and it represented an immediate danger to the Alliance fleet.

"Lieutenant Ragnar! Our ships can't engage that Immortal. You have to take it out before it reaches the fleet." Despite the professionalism that was drilled into him, it was impossible to miss the nervousness of the captain. That ship could wipe out half the Alliance fleet and not break a sweat. "Take whatever squadrons you need with you, but you must stop it from getting into orbit!"

Spoiler

Main Galactic Alliance Fleet

1x Indomitable-class Star Defender - 1,700 meters
4x Unyielding-class Command Cruisers - 2,000 meters
3x Relentless-class Assault Frigates - 1,880 meters
2x Shield-class Cruisers - 900 meters
4x Thranta Mk II-class Patrol Frigates - 1,600 meters
6x Blockade Runner Corvettes - 900 meters
2x Watcher-class Corvettes - 200 meters
2x ??? - < 800 meters

Total Length: 9,980 meters

 

[Kail Myn]

The Festering Cairn

Little was Kail aware of the stalking assassins--those acolytes who took to the shadows and hid among them.

Although she was the furthest from the scene where a certain Sith Lord was being resurrected, the enemy would no doubt sense her presence. It was drenched in the light side, but it wasn't stable nor calm. She couldn't hide her presence and perhaps she didn't try to, either. The young padawan had abandoned the Silver Jedi Order after the death of her master, but long before that she had grew up with those who followed the Dark Side.

Something inside of her called out to that foul power that reached towards her still pure heart. Were [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Soeht"], or any of the other Sith able to sense her innermost thoughts; they'd sense fear... She feared an inability to belong, that she'd remain lost and unwanted for the remainder of her life. If she could not find purpose, then she at least hoped someone would find it for her.

Of course, such thoughts were ones that often led to the Dark Side. She needed to strengthen her resolve.

Taking her training lighter into her left hand, Kail ventured forth and towards the site of the cairn.

[member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Mira Rekali"] | [member="Braxus Zambrano"]

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Space; near Lujo

Immortality...

To not die nor decay, to have everlasting life and never falter; that it is what it meant to be immortal. How fitting of an empire whose very nature was to be reborn a thousand times over to name their most powerful vessels after that very trait which they sought. Aboard the command deck of the lone Immortal was a Sith captain so bold, and so sure of himself that he arrived without escort. The firepower alone was enough to contend with an entire fleet.

Carrying with it over a dozen squadrons, the lumbering giant had the means to defend itself as well. Even if you managed to break through its barriers, the armour beneath was as durable as the planet's crust. Certainly whoever the Alliance sent against it would have their hands full. A challenge even the waning Republic deemed impossible.

"Get us into range!" The vessel's captain slammed his fist down hard upon the armrest of his chair, many officers worked tirelessly to maintain the dreadnought's various systems.

Among them were acolytes trained in a limited state of battle meditation; although not strong enough to affect their opponents, the disciples of the Dark Lord allowed the crew to continue on without food or rest. This particular commander was someone who would not relent until the enemy's obliterated in their entirety.

And so the Immortal drifted across space, and slowly ventured into the heat of battle.

[member="Dax Ragnar"] | [member="Roth Tillian"] | [member="Jareb Kaine"] | [member="Dex Bastion"] | [member="Tadel Perris"] | [member="Poy Luroon"] | [member="Darth Odium"] | [member="Ayden Cater"]

 

[The End Narrator]

Location: The Festering Cairn

Objective: Unknown

Allies: Galactic Alliance | The Light | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] (Vicinity)

Enemies: The One Sith | Spirit of [member="Darth Vornskr"] (Vicinity) | [member="Soeht"]

Gear: Vanguard Armor | The Destiny | The Prophecy

She felt the incoming onslaught of darkness as it assaulted her mind.

They came in troves – more than she cared to count. It was a clash of energy blades back and forth, acolytes crying out to the darkness as they were cut down, one by one. Mira would spin and twist around, avoiding blade after blade. A stab here, a cut there – flesh and bone severed from body. Her focus was elsewhere, not the same as [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] but in the general area. She could sense him in the midst of the chaos. Her prey was stalking her, waiting to strike at the most opportune time. Mira stepped to the left and brought both blades up, crossing them as an acolyte lept from the shadows to try to cut her down the middle. She grimaced and pushed back, throwing him clear across the way and into a pillar with a resounding crunch.

She was driven.

Perhaps by both essences of the Force.

Only time would tell.

When the time came that [member="Soeht"] made his presence known and came to face her would it be known what truly drove her most. The grief over Aaralyn’s death was buried in her heart and mind, but it was an empowerment despite the Sith having nothing to do with it. Not out of revenge or spite, but to do what she would have done. A saber drove through her cloak and glanced off the edge of her left arm, causing Mira to hiss out of surprise more than pain – as the Vanguard armor did its job. Mira turned swiftly and brought her right hand down with the violet blade, angled her wrist to cut inwards at the shoulder of the acolyte who managed to sneak up on her and severed his arm from the body. Her left hand came up with the blue in hand and pushed him with the Force, sending his screaming body tumbling out into the open.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Obj 1
Location: D>K
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Kaileann Vera"]
Enemies: TBD

Glacier-blue eyes danced across the expanse of the large, almost cavernous room. As far as bunkers went, Marcello could only surmise that the ground upon which he'd just entered was quite a marvel. For a brief moment, his bright eyes found two figures. While he certainly recognized one, he couldn't say the other rang any immediate bells. Marcello wasn't really the social one in the dynamic duo of his life. Kaile, however, he recognized rather easily.

While the Rogue Master couldn't exactly afford a trip down memory lane just this moment, he did briefly recall their last interaction at the shadow port. That interaction where they had nearly all been killed by a lot of really random events. Also. Kaile was extremely handsy when not otherwise occupied.

A shallow smirk played on Marcello's lips as he began making progress deeper into the room. The map he'd been provided indicated a way towards the lower level laboratories. However, he noted a hole in the floor near the edge of the room he was currently in. The edges of the cut had the tell-tale burn marks of contact with a lightsaber. Crouching near the man (well, woman) made hole, the Rogue Master allowed his senses to stretch forth into the room below. A flurry of memories touched his mind, but he steeled himself against the memories with practiced ease. Marcello blocked out no life experiences, he merely learned from them.

Though his interactions with sithspawn had been limited since the days of Darth Shara and the sudden emergence of Vong-spawn by the earliest incarnations of the One Sith, Marcello knew a great deal about the struggle against the dark side. He'd tasted its sweet nectar...even going so far as to give himself over to its raw power and freedom...momentarily. In the end, Marcello had elected to walk the more difficult path, forcing himself into exile to reconcile his failure in the face of darkness. He had emerged much stronger for it in the end.

Though any Jedi would state that darkness was not a thing to fear, Marcello had the benefit of taking action with the scars of darkness already adorning the exterior of his soul. Rewards for his victory.

 

[Kaile Vera]

Obj 1
Location: D>K
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | @Kaileann Vera | [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Enemies: TBD
Gear in spoiler

Oh, there was NO denying a particularly familiar arse.

Kaile had excellent memory! This, this was that rare manly bubble butt any woman would love to have the privilege and joy to grope! Ogling would commence, aided only by his forward stride that led the tall blonde Jedi further into the room.

Now ain't that sweet? Look at him, making himself all pretty for folk to admire.

The humor of this being that Kaile quite earnestly thought this little tidbit. With a sigh of admiration, Kaile would follow at his heels. After all, he did have a pretty big saber he could wave around.

Why not be with him and enjoy the view?!

Kaile didn't even have to say hi; her wiggling fingers and that bright grin did it all as the slicer followed suit. She needed to get to the generators...