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

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

Andanian wheezed, starting to smack at Abelain's giant, metal-like hand until finally, he was able to breathe again. He took a deep breath, feeling refreshed, until he saw he was flying directly at Harmon. His eyes widened and he braced himself, slamming into the floor like a ragdoll and crying out. "Agh!"

His back snapped and he felt the back of his head slam into the metal floor, pain shooting up his body. He looked up, seeing the beast clasping his second blade once again and seeing Harmon draw dual his two revolvers in defense. He saw his vision blur. Ah...im in no condition to fight a Sith...i'll just play KO'd for a sec... he thought, laying back for a moment.
 
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"]
Gear: Vanguard-class armour (no helmet)| Lightsaber

As Kentarch rasied his hand,had removed his saber, Coci prepared for the his mental assault once more. To those looking on, it would appear that she had stood as still as a statue and yet internally she shut down all the rooms of her mind, barring him entry once more as easy as closing a door .. all except one. This room of her mind she allowed him in but that would be as far as he could go.

Coci began to feel his presence, she began to pull him in, his words would never have any effected on her, she had heard it all before, their attempts at corruption feeble now, and so she created a conduit and she raised her left hand, saber hilt still gripped in her right and blazoning away with the purple light, it sent a sickening light around the room, coupling with those of the Sith, and sent back his own corruptions. Forcing her will on him, she added to it, by drawing on the lightside of the force laced with emotions of compassion and love, things he would not understand, but would feel the power of. "I know what I am capable of, I know the power that is far greater then your limiting capacities", her voice would echo through his mind.

Thurion, shield your eyes. Her message delivered to her most beloved through their force bond, through it he would feel her gathering of the force power and her intentions. The palm of her hand shot upward presenting it to him and she summon light to her hand and filled the room with Force Blind, a flash of white light that would blind unprotected eyes. "Only fools consider the lightside weak", she spat the words, Thurion and Coci have a combined far greater power within them ready ..
 
Location: The Festering Cairn

Objective: Engage Soeht.

Allies: Galactic Alliance | The Light | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Kail Myn"]

Enemies: The One Sith | Naked [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Soeht"] | [member="Braxus Zambrano"]

Gear: Vanguard Armor (Damaged) | The Destiny | The Prophecy

Mira growled at Soeht.

Her right hand managed to grab the tip of the pommel, pulling against the sharp blade before crying out with agony and rage. With a triumphant yell – she ripped the bloodied blade free from her back. Mira’s breathing felt ragged, like she ran a few miles without a break. Perhaps it was the injury, perhaps it was the struggle of removing such a thing from difficult place in her back – who knew.
Slowly she rose up from her kneeling position, blood dripping from the tip of the blade and onto the dull slate. The crimson liquid flowing freely down her back as she stared ahead at her target. Mira flipped the blade in her hand, grabbing the dagger by the tip. It was a bit unbalanced considering it was a ceremonial blade, adorned with jewels and gold.

It would do the trick either way.

While Soeht was occupied with trying to speak to Braxus, Mira brought her arm back and then flicked it forward – snapping her wrist swiftly. At the end of the motion, the blade was let go from her fingers and went end over end – a bit lopsided to the left but enough of a point to where it could penetrate flesh and bone if it made contact with unarmored points of the body. There was potential for it to miss, perhaps just cut across flesh or even bounce off given her target was small: The neck of Soeht.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6G4yKbkZJMg

Location: The Festering Cairn
Objective: Crucify Gabriel (Objective IV)
Allies:

  • The One Sith
  • [member="Soeht"]
  • [member="Braxus Zambrano"]
Enemies:
  • The Galactic Alliance
  • The New Jedi Order
  • [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
  • [member="Mira Rekali"]
  • [member="Kail Myn"]
Gear:

There was a great outpouring of power from both combatants as their sabers clashed, light and darkness clashing with such a tremendous roar the entire cavern shook in its wake. They stared into each other's eyes while their blades were locked, one's full of unabashed hate while the other's remained stoic and full of conviction. Then came the foot, coming down with such force directly on top of Vornskr's right foot that the bone groaned and the flesh bruised and turned purple almost instantaneously. Luckily for the Sith Lord that the bones did not break, not yet, but the pain was sharp and blinding as if his foot had been stabbed all the way through by a wickedly jagged knife which elicited a monstrous snarl of pained anger from the Sith Lord's toothed maw. However; he remained resolute and did not quiver in the face of Gabriel's crushing blow, but he did allow himself to lunge back to avoid the man's next attack.

Pain occasionally pulsed from the pulped flesh that discolored his right foot and it was welcomed completely by the Sith Lord, who had been bereft of any physical stimuli for Force knows how long. The last thing he remembered feeling was the bolt of lightning coursing through his body, searing his flesh to ash and blackening his bones. And then ever since it had been nothing but the numbness of the incorporeal and the maddening hum of the Force. "You haven't lost your touch, Gabriel. I thought long of our last confrontation, the scenes replaying in my mind, and I remembered the promises I made to you. I intend to keep them, you know, but after I'm finished with you."

The Sith Lord shoved his left hand out, fingers slightly arched as streams of thick crimson lightning poured from their tips to spark through the air like an uncoiled viper striking at its prey. Unlike Apparatus' lightning this was aimed to harm Gabriel, to scorch his flesh and make his skin translucent as he was subjected to Vornskr's dark and wrathful power. His power had grown since their last bouts on Taloraan and Dromund Kaas for he was nothing but a brittle shell back then, his flesh ravaged by the Dark Side of the Force. Now he was rejuvenated with the blood and souls of sacrificed slaves, and he was further empowered by Apparatus' dark and twisted corruption that now coursed through him.
 
Braxus Zambrano
The Herald of Darth Vornskr

Location: The Festering Cairn

Objective: Herald in the new age with the deaths of our foes.
Allies:
One Sith
[member="Darth Vornskr"]
[member="Soeht"]

Enemies:
[member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
[member="Mira Rekali"]
[member="Kail Myn"]

Gear: Derriphan, Braxus's Lightsaber, Cortosis Gauntlets,

Braxus gripped the handle of Derriphan and thrust the blade from the earth, its part in this ritual was over and it would wait until it needed to be called again. He sheathed it in the dark leather sheath whos strap now strung across his bare chest. Braxus nearly grinned at Soehts offer of power and immediately nodded in confirmation, he was still worn from the strains of the complex ritual and that was exactly what he could use. "Perfect.." He said as the Anzati glared over at [member="Kail Myn"] and approached her.

Like a predator staring at his prey Braxus kept his eyes on her even while he gently unclipped the lightsaber from his hip "You...I can feel the fear grow inside you.." He said as he circled to put himself between the door of the chamber and Kail. Braxus briefly glanced over at Darth Vornskr as the rejuvenated Sith Lord brought his wrath down upon the Master, a long time in the Netherworld left him a lot of time to stoke the rage and anger he had against his nemesis. Last time they met Vornskr was but a withering husk, and now he was in a rejuvenated body and the corruption almost nonexistant with the fuel of souls and sacrificial slaves crushed to empower the Sith Lord, Braxus was almost proud of the work he had accomplished here in restoring the Sith Lord to new heights of power.

But now he had a fearful woman to deal with, to swiftly crush as the herald of a new age. "Just remember one thing...young one. The longer the chase, the slower the kill." Braxus ignited the crimson blade and struck it wide against the earth bringing sparks flying into the air, he then charged Kail.
 
Location: The Festering Carin
Allies: One Sith


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A nod in confirmation. Such was all that Soeht needed. He lifted his right hand and began to channel a ball of red lightning in his hand. The intensity of the power building up within Soeht was less than when he empowered [member="Darth Vornskr"]. [member="Braxus Zambrano"] was still a growing vessel - it would be no good to shatter it now.

Yet the actions of [member="Mira Rekali"] would interrupt the ritual.

Red pupils shifted toward the knife Mira had thrown with all her might. Soeht moved his right hand up. The blade sank into his palm and pierced the backside of his hand. Soeht’s gauntlet was unable to stop the knife. A bit of dark red blood landed on Soeht’s face.

Frowning, Soeht stared at the blade embedded in his hand. Some dark blood dripped down the pommel. A hand of flesh and blood.

Darth Apparatus was known to have only cybernetic limbs.

To top it off, Braxus had already charged forth after [member="Kail Myn"] before the ritual could be complete.

Leaving the blade in his hand, Soeht lowered his arm. His eyes settled on Mira.

As his mouth opened, Soeht’s words would stretch across the cairn to reach Mira’s ears.

Ma͠n̢dalơria͝n͠,” began Soeht, “Wou͞l͟d͞ yǫu̶ ͠rat͝her̀ ̶s͘a҉t͠i͞sfy y̕o̴u͞r ̶g̢rud̕ge th̢an̸ ͘s̵top͠ ̛D̷art͜h V̡orn͟s͟kr?

A choice. Either confront an unknown Sith or assist [member="Gabriel Sionoma"].
 
[member="Lord Sebastian"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]

Location B

"How cute,” Jacen remarked at the appearance of a double bladed saber. It was, perhaps, the very worst choice as a defensive weapon, whilst permitting the user some quick and powerful swipes. Jacen made a mental note to watch for the Sith pulling them apart again. The combined hills would only form a short centre hilt. That would limit his leverage in a strike, but if he quickly detached them he could alter the angle of attack very quickly.

Instinctively he had changed his stance. The saber brought closer to his body, tip to the sky to block horizontal strikes. Attacking from above or below was nigh on impossible with a dual-bladed saber without cutting yourself in two.

Yet Jacen had no interest in permitting the Sith pause to begin the attack. He had no notion of Mary’s intention until he felt the subtle eddies in the force; it was another telekinetic strike. A Force Bond with the girl - no, young woman - would have been helpful in the circumstances, but he had only met her a few times. Instead he stuck to his own game.

Left foot came forwards as he raised his centre of mass and then planted down. His golden blade came down in a simple strike for the head. Sebastian's defensive sphere would be tight to his body now with such a weapon. He would be forced to bring the hilt off-centre to block the straightforward blow. However it was Jacen's turn to feint. His balance shifted back to his rear foot as he recalled the strike and angled the tip down, then thrust for the midriff.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TopxncwHUZE


Location: The Festering Cairn
Objective: To bring revelation to the ground (Objective IV)
Allies:
  • [member="Mira Rekali"]
  • [member="Kail Myn"]
  • Galactic Alliance
  • The Force
Enemies:
  • The One Sith
  • Spirit of [member="Darth Vornskr"]
  • [member="Braxus Zambrano"]
  • [member="Soeht"]
  • The yoke that tethers slaves to such purpose
Gear:
  • Roecnar (twin lightsaber of Reebas)
  • Darth Vornskrs Lightsaber
  • Vanguard Armor
  • Armorweave cloak
That promise, he recalled it as the fresh wind so apparently absent in this place. A memory he had thrown away, forcibly ejected from the mind, so that he wouldn't have to bear an idle thought for it's possibilities. Even now, the comment seemed self-serving, as if Kaine had spent his time toiling over the circumstances. Pinned to the structure, hanging to the sounds of a heartbroken father, screaming listlessly into that wind he now longed for. The words that uttered from bloody lips gave him pause, but not enough to not react to the incoming tide of power. It was the same as before, the gesture of movement of muscles, the incoming attack. Lightning, not the first time Kaine would use it, Gabriel instinctively lifted his hand as the tunnel formed to absorb it.

The lightning leaped from his fingers, arching out like a pyramid, shooting out from the center of the palm. It only took the first moment of the Hound catching it to know something was wrong. The tutaminis caught it, black tar circling the drain as it flushed into the pipes. Gabriel let out a groan, dropping his weapon to the ground as it extinguished, wrapping around his wrist. The pain, it arched as the power continued to siphon within him, the tethering of such taint as it bound itself to his spiritual structure. He felt the ache dive far deeper than flesh and bone and blood. He found itself smothering the very corners of his mind as he clenched his fist, rolling away from the remaining arch of lightning.

Pressing his head against his the cavern floor, he tasted blood in his mouth as he clamped down on exposed cheek. Iron and soot, he breathed heavy as his arm throbbed, his mind racing to know what had occurred. What could cause him to wilt in such manner. He may never know the extent of the transfer from his brother, that while he was not afflicted with the temptation of darkside, allowing it to stretch within him only forced his body to painfully reject it. The woes of it's inflection, a crescendo of heavy heart beats blotting out all sound, he looked up towards the Sith Lord, blurried eye with a squint.

"Your promises, Kaine...they are ash in the mouth." Struggling to stand up, pain evident in his grief stricken visage, he spit blood against the ground and smear what remained against metal armor of the vanguard. Breath in, breath out. He hadn't truly known defeat but if this was its character, he would remark on how bitterly it lingered. He let out another grunt as he staggered forward, attempting to kneel and grab his saber. Adrenaline wouldn't allow realization that he couldn't move his left arm. Let alone use it in any manner beyond the recognition of pain. "What would become of you and I...if we were to ever be finished?" He bared his teeth in a toothy grin, chest rising noticeably as he struggled for air. He let out a laugh, the darkside oozing crimson residue from scorched center of his palm. Flexing, he looked down and shook himself awake. "You would be bored without me." He felt an aching absence in his defiance, the force shunning him for the taint now coursing through his veins.

Fire burns hard, even in a strong gust of wind.
 
Objective: 1
Enemies: [member="Andanian Ategann"], [member="Harmon Taldan"]
Allies: One Sith


The familiar soldier hurled forward by Abelain seemed to land in a crash, folding in much the same way that one would expect of a child's plaything. The force of the sudden stop and the voice of the fellow seemed to indicate that he would be out of the fight, at least temporarily. That was perfectly acceptable, less of a hindrance of the main event of combat between the Arue'tii and Harmon Taldan. The Jedi soldier had thrown himself with surprising maneuverability, landing propped upon his right knee and immediately taking aim at his foe. The crimson blade that shielded the face of the Arue'tii managed to catch the first shot of Taldan's revolving weaponry, absorbing the blow and pushing the blade back precariously close to his chitinous face. The second shot was not deflected by the blade, and struck the charging explorer directly in the left cheek. It was a direct hit, but the only physical evidence that it had struck was the light smoke that curled off of the cheek for a brief moment. The chitin had not even charred.

Curiously, however, the blow had managed to cause an involuntary flinch as Abelain attempted to swerve away from a blast which could apparently not even harm him. The subtle protection of the face seemed to indicate a potential weak point there that could be exploited, though with all potential orifices apparently covered, an assailant would be hard-pressed to determine what consisted of that hole in the exoskeleton's defense. The flinch had brought the explorer off course, and to the direct right of Harmon. Abelain slashed both blades through the air and towards their respective targets, the left hand clutching at the Sith vibroblade and swinging towards Harmon's midsection, about the navel cavity, and the lightsaber awkwardly slashing in a down-right to top-left diagonal aimed at Harmon's left arm, though the blow was marked by inexperience with such weapons, were it to make contact it could potentially sever the arm.

The Arue'tii cared not for defense, it was far too prideful to feel threatened by the petty weapons of inferiors, even if they did cause tangible pain. For a brief moment he considered responding to the words of the Jedi, debating on whether it was owed or reasonable to speak in such a heated conflict. The answer was quickly assumed to be a negative, but the Arue'tii had trouble in allowing for his morals to be questioned, even if it would technically present a slight danger to his fighting via focusing his mind on other subjects. He replied as he attempted his blows, speaking through the closed and toothy 'smile' stretched upon his face: "You presume to know me, though it is simple fact that we have only just met. You assume that you possess the moral high ground, though in reality you know not of my intentions. I do not pursue power as a goal, such a thing is futile, rather, I pursue power as a means to a goal. If you truly believe that you are not at fault morally, then please explain to me who is the aggressor of this conflict, and how many lives are to be blamed on the initiator of the struggle. Your thoughts are tainted with bias and falsities, though I would expect nothing greater of your kind."
 
Location: The Festering Cairn

Objective: Change direction...

Allies: Galactic Alliance | The Light | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Kail Myn"]

Enemies: The One Sith | Naked [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Soeht"] | [member="Braxus Zambrano"]
Gear: Vanguard Armor (Damaged) | The Destiny | The Prophecy
https://youtu.be/Ts9UrfgnPEw

She was out of time and out of choices.

Soeht was no longer a priority.

As the body of Gabriel hit the floor and the looming figure of Vornskr walked close to his prey. She made her choice.

Darkness provided no comfort, fury provided fuel and the crystal enhanced her focus. It was a unique mixture that encompassed her essence within the Force. One that during her time as a Jedi had raised many questions as to whether or not Mira would survive the long, harsh road – but she had. Mira had survived so much in such a short time. She had faced Vornskr before, perhaps not in the capacity he was now, but she managed well enough. Things were different. She was a driven individual.

Mira brought her focus off Soeht and to Vornskr.

She raised her right arm, and struggled to bring her left up beyond her waist. Through the Force, she could feel the very fabric of the room, each body that had since passed from this world and to the next. She could feel the cracks in the stone, the pools of crimson liquid that seeped into the crevices. She felt the hatred, the burning rage, the overwhelming adrenaline from combat. A chaotic spray of blue and red colliding in a spray of energy through the Force.

But the emotions weren’t her focus, nor the bodies or the individuals present.

It was the ceremonial daggers that lay dormant in the hands of the dead or dying. The cold metal was no different than anything else in this realm. She could feel it, the chilly sensation as she reached out to touch it and lift it through the Force. The sound of bones crackling and muscles stretching as they were pulled one by one from hands that began to see early stages of rigor mortis. The blades that were broken and tattered began to rise, ones which were stained with blood or carried entrails of beings who had sacrificed themselves for Vornskr – would come up to greet the dark master who they were made for.

A couple at first, then a dozen and then a few dozen. Overwhelming as it were, Mira held herself, kept her composure and against the sensation of her body wracked with pain – she held it there, manipulating the blades to turn them towards the body of Vornskr. The man held no clothing, no armor or anything to protect himself and with the focus on Gabriel – he was exposed. She might not kill him, but she would make a clear, precise point. She inhaled deep, concentrating on Vornskr as her hands extended outwards – gritting her teeth against the pain that shot up her left arm. A few blades dropped with a soft clank here or there as her concentration briefly broke. However, the remaining few dozen took flight towards the former Emperor.

Their flight would be silent and swift, driven by fury and compelled to pierce through the flesh and bone of Vornskr. Mira had given what she could – perhaps a last ditch effort, perhaps not. Hopefully in the end, it would do something to stall his efforts yet again.
 
Location: L
Objective: 1
Allies: One Sith | [member="Lord Mythos"]
Enemies: GA | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

The mental assault had failed again. The Silver Jedi tried leading him into a mental trap, but Kentarch knew better. Her appearance was nothing more than illusion, but such powers did not fool the Sith, he understood what was real and what was not. However as it stood he had nothing to get through that armor. Phrik plated his lightsaber would not be able to make a penetrating blow.

"I don't have solution to get through their defenses!" He shouted at Mythos. "I don't have the cutting potential to beat that Phrik." He added.

There was a warning in the force, Kentarch out of habit raised his arm up to shield himself from the force blinding. Taking control of force he shifted his view into shadow vision, another power taught to him by the Disciples of Twilight. However he had not been quick enough, the blinding had effected him more than he wanted to admit. He was suffering from flashburn, he could feel the sting in his eyes and tears run down his face. Even with the shadow vision, he was partially blind, and a partially blind individual was still vulnerable to attack. An advantage that Coci could easily use the Sith. Looking down the hall he could see the way to the exit was clear. The Sith Lord was not going to lose an arm for the One Sith, due to failed lightsaber block or exchange of blows. Propelling himself through the force Kentarch made a swift exit.
 
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"]

"Set." As the One Sith began to open fire on the port Shield cruiser, the two began to veer away from each other. The rest of the fleet followed suit, splitting right down the middle with equal force to each half. The One Sith ships continued their direct approach, but continued to focus as much firepower as they could on the one Shield cruiser. As the frigates and cruisers parted, the Indomitable was given a clear line of sight to the Dark Blade. As the umbrella shield flared angrily and defiantly against the hellish hail of turbolaser fire, a series of apparent explosions erupted from the bow of the heavy Star Defender. Three blasts of light heralded the coming of three massive slugs. Accelerated to barest percentage of light speed, the trio of metallic masses would quickly close in to strike the One Sith flagship, followed quickly by long-range octuple turbolaser and heavy energy torpedo fire. The second Javelin cannon did not yet fire.

The direct approach of the fighters and bombers gave another avenue of attack. While they shifted and kept the umbrella shield between themselves and the enemy capital ships, flak cannons began to turn the void between the shields into a deathtrap as explosive shells threatened to shred anything that dared try to make a break for it. And thanks to the transparent nature of the shields, the cannons could track the enemy fighters any which way they attempted to bypass the shields; thus no matter which way they went, the second the they cleared the shield's edge they'd find themselves under immediate fire from quad laser cannons while the perimeter around the shields was guarded by fields of flak.


"Launch." The unharassed flank broke formation first. They had closed the distance, and the Shield cruiser had prevented them from taking any damage. The umbrella shield flickered and died as the Shield cruiser broke off. Freed from their protection and reigns, the frigates surged for. Each of the two Unyielding cruisers picked a Razer-class to tackle. Each fired its heavy min-Javelin cannons, triple bursts of light to send huge metallic (but not nearly as huge as the full-scale version) slugs slamming into their enemy from (relatively) point blank range. Cluster missile pods were primed and fired, each missile looking to exploit a weakened area of the shield to breach and slam into hull plating. Even if those failed, the dual heavy mass driver cannons fired slugs that sought to pierce their prey's hull. The two Relentless frigates each sought out a Boneshatter frigate for a similar brawl, but not quite. A dozen light energy torpedoes volleyed from each, followed shortly by mim-Javelin volleys. Rather than fire cluster missiles for mass hull damage, these fired deadly assault concussion missiles to try and break the back of the One Sith ships. Heavy ion cannons attempted to peel back the shield and let the dual heavy mass driver cannons get at their foe.

The Thranta Mk II's stayed on the outside of the burgeoning brawl that was breaking out in Lujo's orbit. They favored broadsides, and where quite content to begin to circle the outside of the fight to fire in on the sides of the Dark Blade dreadnought. They were ideally suited to tackle the Dark Blade as their speed meant that they could largely avoid being put in front of the ship and left vulnerable to its wicked forward firepower. As long as they stayed on the sides and rear of the ship, they would be largely okay. The Blockade Runners began to dart into and out of the One Sith fleet formations, relying on their blistering speed to keep them safe while they harried the One Sith fighters and bombers.


On the other side of the fleet melee, the targeted Shield cruiser's shield finally cracked and erupted in a rather beautiful technicolor display. As the fire turbolaser struck its defenseless hull, explosions began to blossom forth from beneath the hull plates. Its mission accomplished, and as the second half of the Alliance fleet sought to mirror the actions of the first half and closed in to engage the One Sith ships with numerical superiority, as their fighters and bombers sought to engage the enemy fleet at every turn, it quietly resigned itself to its fate and surrendered as the last turbolaser bolt struck its reactor and sent the entire flaming mass down in a brilliant explosion. But the battle had truly begun.

Main Galactic Alliance Fleet

1x Indomitable-class Star Defender - 1,700 meters
4x Unyielding-class Command Cruisers - 2,000 meters
4x Relentless-class Assault Frigates - 1,880 meters
2x 1x Shield-class Cruisers - 900 meters 450 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
 

Connor Harrison

Guest
OBJECTIVE: 2: Fleet – Take out the ‘Immortal’ / Protect GA Fleet
LOCATION: Orbit above Lujo
ALLIES: [member="Ayden Cater"] | [member="Roth Tillian"] |[member="Jareb Kaine"] |[member="Poy Luroon"] | The GA Fleet
ENEMIES: [member="Catalys Maijora"] | [member="Darth Odium"] | The OS Fleet
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jX1puBHadHc
Off his port side, Dax caught the barrage of fire being exchanged between the mighty ships of the Sith and Alliance fleets, now breaking up to take more offensive matters. To cut through the Sith would pave the way for more resources to land, to support the ground troops and take the planet.

”Gold Two watch your back, dirty fighter on your tail.”

Dax pushed the T-70 forward into an evasive spin and crested the surface of the large cruiser he was dog-fighting around with another pilot. The TIEs and sleek fighters from the Sith were making it difficult to catch a break in formation, but the nimble Alliance ships equally made it difficult for the Sith to target and catch up.

”Focus fire on cutting back the fighter support – leave the big ships open for attack.”

Gunning the ion engines, Dax pulled back to avoid incoming fire form a TIE.

”Keep tight on that attack cruiser, make it - ”

The flash of light and shockwave cut Dax off, turning to see the Sith ship explode under cannon fire. He grinned and pumped the air inside his cockpit as the TIE was sent spiralling into the cruiser form the shockwave.

”Alright! Let’s cut through to make way for transports and take that planet!”
 
Objective: Light vs Darkness
Location: L
Allies: GA | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: OS | [member="Lord Mythos"] & [member="Darth Kentarch"]
Gear: Valkyri armour | Snowfall | Lightsaber

When the bid to shield his eyes came Thurion obliged as the blast of his shockwave ceased, turning away from Coci and covering his eyes using the palm of his hand. The room lit up with lightside energy in a brief flash of white light, blinding anyone caught unawares. It was a technique often employed by his wife, so he knew well to expect it in battle. Over as soon as it began, Thurion removed his hand to watch Mythos get back up, Snowfall still in hand. At least he'd been able to disarm one of the weapons, taking note of the large axe upon the floor. There was no telling what evil powers fueled its efforts, and so he would not make a move to grab it. He remember well last time someone he knew touched an object of ancient evil. Doesn't tend to work out in your favour.

Allowing his opponent to come to him, Thurion readied himself for Mythos' attack. With lightsaber in hand he assumed a defensive stance, feet planted firmly in the ground to keep from losing his balance. The Dark side was palpable in his enemy now, and he could swear there were now two figures coming towards him. While aware that it must be some form of trickery, discerning which was the man and which was his shadow remained challenging. As the Sith Lord swung Snowfall, Thurion parried using his lightsaber. The phrik blade struck hard and fast, and the shadowy copy of Mythos only made it more difficult to focus his efforts. Still, hearing how Coci's opponent fled the field caused a great sense of relief in him, knowing she was victorious.
 
Objective: Light Vs Darkness
Location: L
Allies: The One Sith [member="Darth Kentarch"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Gear: Bio and Siggy + Snowfall
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWrpi4vZPtU
A blinding light as bright as a thousand suns lit up the room like a candle in the dark and Mythos found his eyes could no longer see half way during his rotation. The pain of blindness and burning consumed his being yet he did not relent, blind yet un-phased by the succession of battle Mythos had no qualms about fighting both of the enemies himself. Distantly he heard the voice of Kentarch speaking about how he was unable to continue, how he was futile against the defenses of his opponents.... Mythos could only scoff and clench his teeth. "Run then... coward..." He rumbled, closing his eyes and falling fully into the force to guide him through battle... and to victory...

He could sense the Jar'Kai near... they gave him confidence knowing that even without Kentarch he was not alone.

Mythos sidestepped while the force guided him, when the lightsaber met his form snowfall started to disintegrate into a puff of smoke reveling the true Mythos to its side and destroying the doppelganger in a cloud of black smoke. One advantage traded with a disadvantage... things started to turn to his side of the first time... slightly. What Thurion had engaged was an illusion and now Mythos focused only on activating his eyes in the force, the ability Darth Erebos had ingrained in him since his first day as an acolyte.

It took seconds for force sight to allow Mythos to see once again, to see the signatures and outlines of the force, but before he could even see he was already on the offensive once again. He placed one boot on top of the armored knee of his opponent and using it as a a platform to jump to the side, then holding snowfall in both hands he brought it around in a circular motion covering an arc of steel at the shoulder level of Thurion with incredible speed and surprising power. Due to the concentration he needed to activate force sight, the illusions and doppelgangers behind him dissipated leaving this a contest of martial prowess once again.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbireii6Y3Y

Location: The Festering Cairn
Objective: Crucify Gabriel (Objective IV)
Allies:

  • The One Sith
  • [member="Soeht"]
  • [member="Braxus Zambrano"]
Enemies:
  • The Galactic Alliance
  • The New Jedi Order
  • [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
  • [member="Mira Rekali"]
  • [member="Kail Myn"]
Gear:

It would be a falsehood to say that Vornskr watched Gabriel writhe and suffer without any sort of satisfaction, although this was considered something of an equal trade between the two of them. Gabriel had smote his dying body upon the mountains of Dromund Kaas, and now Vornskr was bringing Gabriel to his knees with his own power; stripping him of tapping into the malignant well of the Dark Side to use against the Sith Lord. The final severance between what Gabriel has become and what he was as a remnant of Reverance's conscious. Although Gabriel had a point, what would be the Sith Lord if he had no one to fight? Would he wither away beneath his own rage, or would he continue to seek out individuals like Gabriel to batter himself against in an endless tirade of violence? The Sith Lord didn't know the answer to that question, and it gave him pause to his advance as the lightning from his fingertips subsided into chaotic sparks of residual energy in the charged air.

And such pause made him ignorant to what was happening behind him, and only the sudden pain of his body being punctured by a dozen or so foreign objects brought his mind back to reality. These daggers, with their edges sharpened for easy penetration of skin and meat, deeply embedded themselves in Vornskr's naked flesh. Yet only a dozen would manage to get in such close proximity as to kiss his in this manner, as he instinctively threw up a shimmering barrier of Force energy to deflected or outright destroy everything else that had been thrown at him. Still, Mira's little diversion was mostly successful, for Vornskr was now in a rage and his mind turned back towards the scion of Aaralyn. Despite the fact that roughly a dozen sharp daggers had been punched through his flesh, he whirled to face Mira with an anger never before seen blazing in his eyes.

"YOU! PITIFUL WRETCH, I'LL SLICE OFF YOUR TONGUE FOR THAT!"

The Sith Lord flexed, and all of the daggers that had been shoved into him were suddenly thrust outward and with a forceful gesture of his right hand he sent all of those daggers coated with his blackened blood directly back at Mira Rekali, intending to nail her to the floor.
 
Location: The Festering Cairn

Objective: Join her mother...?

Allies: Galactic Alliance | The Light | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Kail Myn"]

Enemies: The One Sith | Naked [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Soeht"] | [member="Braxus Zambrano"]

Gear: Vanguard Armor (Destroyed) | The Destiny | The Prophecy

https://youtu.be/qJq5BLF0Klk

It was something not entirely unexpected.

However, the rage was a bit unsettling.

Mira braced herself, bringing up her hands as best she could to shield herself from the torrent of blades that intended to pierce her armor and flesh. The Force was there – as it always was. As they began to impact the invisible barrier and shatter into microscopic pieces, they would pierce the veil that protected her. The fragments impacted her, onslaughting her senses and in turn decreasing her ability to focus. It would get to such a point that she lost her concentration and her barrier would fall. With it's fall, her right arm came up to guard her face from the incoming shrapnel and blades but it was a bit late. Blade after blade impacted the Vanguard armor, puncturing the outer layer and pushing through to flesh and muscle. As each blade or piece impacted her frame, she was driven back an inch or two.

She grimaced and let out a loud yell in defiance as she stood against the torrential gust of blades and invisible energy – until the last few impacted her sternum with such force, it knocked her onto the flat of her back and pinned her to the ground. Mira lay there, attempting to breath deep but each breath drew a sharp sting in her chest and stomach. Her arms and legs were pinned to the stone either by blades or large pieces of shrapnel. The rush of pain coursed through her, causing her to wince with any attempt to move. Darkness circled her vision – threatening to take her to the worlds beyond. She felt cold, a chill even. It was not soothing or refreshing, but instead a sharp icy breath upon her flesh that only enhanced the level of pain she was in.

Of course, the one part that didn't hurt to move was her head. She turned her gaze to the side, staring at the corpses around her. The acolytes who so willingly sacrificed themselves for Vornskr lay dormant around her. The notion of not dying alone was somewhat comforting - though her death would be for a different purpose. If she were to die today. The wounds were grievous but not to such a point should she be rescued - she wouldn't survive. The sounds of war around here would begin to dull, so much so that they would be whispers in her ears. A voice amongst them caught her attention but it sounded so foreign. For the moment, she paid it no attention - instead, she focused on the present. Her own blood would spill out before her darkened vision, seeping into the cracks of the stone she lay upon.

~So this is what it’s like…~ She thought despite the pain. ~This isn’t so bad…~ She mused softly, a faint smile coming to her bloodied lips.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NZsCYOM4j0​

Location: The Festering Cairn
Objective: To bring revelation to the ground (Objective IV)
Allies:
  • [member="Mira Rekali"]
  • [member="Kail Myn"]
  • Galactic Alliance
  • The Force
Enemies:
  • The One Sith
  • "Darth Vornskr
  • [member="Braxus Zambrano"]
  • [member="Soeht"]
  • The yoke that tethers slaves to such purpose
Gear:
  • Roecnar (twin lightsaber of Reebas)
  • Darth Vornskrs Lightsaber
  • Vanguard Armor
  • Armorweave cloak
He didn't have the energy to avoid the incoming daggers, the blast of flesh from flexing torso. But unlike the Knight, he donned armor that was capable of withstanding the bludgeoning blows. Dinging against the armor, he felt the gel hardened beneath the suit. Tilting his head to the side at the last moment, a ceremonial knife slashed an open gash against his left cheek. Lifting the wounded arm, still coursing with corruption through all the aches, he felt the wound and tongued his front teeth. The crimson blade snapped open with a hiss, held in shaking hand, as he looked towards the girl. Gabriel couldn't do anything directly for her, not now, he could hardly feel the force. And it seems Vornskr was now sustained based on this ritual, beyond the both of them.

"Just as I thought..." Gabriel growled with a step forward, nearly stumbling, as he gripped on to the force with what power he had remaining. It would find it's place and the poison would be pushed out, bloody and bleeding, until the light was no long cast so far and away. "Ash in the mouth..." Reeling back, he locked the activator switch and flung the lightsaber at Kaine. With what power he had left, he would guide it towards it's path, either carving path through flesh or diverting anger back to rightful owner. His eyes would have drifted back to this Knight, this Mira, but he wasn't intent on giving the ploy away. If he had, it would have expressed gratitude, despite actions taken to save a life that may be condemned.

Lifting his eyes towards the target, he threateningly lifted his hands as force body took over. Spiritual survival gave him rejuvenation for the moment, leaping off the edge just to use the inertia, just like on Taloraan. He wasn't ready to go out without this fight. Charging behind the saber, he prepared to give this Sith Lord every last piece of his mind. Fist over fist.
 
Objective: 1

Location: B

Allies: The Force, The Darkside, The OS, [member="Abelain Narv'uk"], [member="Jardo Snow"], [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Darth Rapax"], [member="Fortuna"], [member="Lord Sebastian"]
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)


As he pushed the saber down against the knight he hadn't foreseen the other saber of this brat come and burn into his abdomen, causing a blood spattering scream to emanate from his throat, fueling the small but seemingly steady stream of blood now dripping from his masks mouth. While the knight moved out of the way to engange Darth Rapax, Erebos moved a few steps away as he focused the force inside himself to fuel a small respite moment of Curato Salva essentially his attempt too knit himself together if only a little.
The trembling in his leg stopped as the slight numbness he had felt from the padawan's strike faded and he could fully use that leg once more. This however he knew was about the only thing he would get away with and instead of engaging the knight he took a Shien defensive stance and focused on trying to get away with as much Curato Salva as he could while staying ready to defend himself from the inevitable attack from this knight.
'He's a lot fresher than me in this fight and he's obviously skilled in Jar'kai dual fencing. I'll have to out think him if I'm going to beat him at this point.' Was the chief thought in his mind as he drew on everything, the sum of his experiences and knowledge to try and figure out a way to deal with this knight now that he had Rapax for support.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjKyzwqIT7s

Location: The Festering Cairn
Objective: Crucify Gabriel (Objective IV)
Allies:

  • The One Sith
  • [member="Soeht"]
  • [member="Braxus Zambrano"]
Enemies:
  • The Galactic Alliance
  • The New Jedi Order
  • [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]
  • [member="Mira Rekali"]
  • [member="Kail Myn"]
Gear:

With the momentary distracted dealt with, the Sith Lord began turning to face his central opponent only to have the blaring klaxons of the Force thunder through his brain like a raging bull. He swung his right arm upwards as his lightsaber activated to slap into Gabriel's, which had been thrown at him like a javelin with the intent to skewer him through. A clever tactic, one that was unthinkable to most Jedi that Vornskr had faced, but then again Gabriel was no Jedi. He watched the man's blade ricochet clumsily against the nearby obtuse stone formation, the blade perpetually active as it cut off chunks of stone before rolling to a rest amidst the corpses of several slain acolytes. Vornskr swung his blade in a horizontal swipe to try and decapitate the charging Gabriel, but the man ducked underneath his blade and crashed headfirst right into Vornskr's ribcage, knocking the wind from the Sith and shoving him back forcefully.

The Sith lightsaber was knocked from Vornskr's grip, and he found himself entangled with Gabriel as their short duel turned into a brutal scuffle and fist fight. Gabriel had the armor in this fight, and Vornskr had nothing but his bleeding skin, and so logically things would be squarely in Gabriel's corner advantage wise. But the man had been recently ravaged by Sith Lightning, and at this point he was operation purely on adrenaline and the Force to even move. They collided with the altar at an uneven angle, so the rough corner of the stone edifice jutted right into Vornskr's back right above the buttox, applying agonizing pressure on his spinal cord and eliciting a wrathful roar from his blood-smeared lips. Gabriel let loose with a devastating kidney punch, instantly bruising Vornskr's right side as the flesh rippled from the blow. Vornskr attempted to bash Gabriel's head in his with powerful hands, but the man had buried his head into Vornskr's chest so the Sith Lord could not get a clean swipe in at him.

He battered against Gabriel's armored back, his blows managing to leave small dents in the dallorian plating, but otherwise they did nothing to stall the man's vicious punches to the Sith Lord's midsection. It was then that Vornskr threw his entire weight against Gabriel, pushing him back far enough so that Vornskr could scoot back up onto the stone altar, pull his feet in, and deliver a horrific Force-imbued kick directly to Gabriel's chest with enough impact behind it to send the man reeling backwards. Reacting quickly the Sith Lord punched out with both hands, ensnaring Gabriel in a iron-fisted telekinetic grip before shoving him back to pin him against one of the sturdier stone constructions littering the chamber.

"A taste," he spat out spitefully, 'Of what is to come for your loved ones."

Gabriel's arms would be pulled apart, thrust straight out to either side and harshly pushed against the course stone. The Sith Lord's wrath was at its zenith now, and his cruelty would know no bounds in exacting his long desired retaliation against the man that put him back in the grave. The sarcophagus submerged in the pool of blood nearby sprung upwards and proceeded to dismantle itself until all that remained were four wickedly long and wickedly sharp metal strips used in the box's construction. The metal at the tips would bend and sharpen at Vornskr's will, and then would fly through the air like a missile to skewer Gabriel's hands and feet directly to the stone.
 

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