Casus Belli? Did you order fries with that? (Fringe Dominion of Tar Mordren to 150)

[Minerva Vessia]

[SIZE=9pt]The Lords of the Fringe Landing Somewhere Behind [/SIZE]@[member="Circe Savan"] @[member="Rave Merrill"]

[SIZE=16pt]THUMP[/SIZE][SIZE=16pt]![/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]A noise came from a locker on board Rave’s shuttle![/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14pt]BANG![/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]The locker popped open[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14pt]CRASH![/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]A Pink and purple R2 Astromech droid feel out and hit the floor![/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14pt]“HUMPH!”[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]Minerva fell out, rolled over R6 and fell flat on her bum![/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt] “OOOPS!,[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] R6 I think I bruised my bum”,[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] she rubbed her back side as she got up. Minerva wore a pair of blue jeans (with bedazzled pockets), blouse, and a cute pair of black boots that almost came up to her knees. Over the blouse she wore a leather play vest with a skull and cross bones over on the back of the vest.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Alright R6”,[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Minerva did her best to sound serious as she played pirate captain. After hosting herself up off the ground she reached down and snatched up her pirate hat.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]R6 beeped exited in anxious tones. Poor R6 was also being forced to wear an eye patch and red scarf tied around its head.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Adjusting her hat she winked at R6. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]“Sword”,[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] she tapped the training lightsaber on her left hip, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]“check!”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] R6 beeped out a noise that could have been mistaken as check. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]“Blaster”, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]she adjusted the training blaster on her belt, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]“check.”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] R6 again beeped out a noise that could have mistaken as check. The sword and the blaster at most could only stun a person.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“R6 I will not lie to you. This is a dangerous mission”,[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] R6 shook and made a whining sound mimicking fear[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]. “Fear not R6 because the risk is well worth it. There be sweet treasure inside that fortress”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], Mini launched her fist in the air and R6 chirped in excitement. Some adult, we will not say who had suggested in front of Minerva something about the sweet reward of success. To Minerva that meant candy. There was no other sweeter treasure![/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Let’s rock this R6”,[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] pulling out her saber with her right hand and her blaster in her left Mini began to march to the back of the shuttle. Once she got to the ramp and looked outside her eyes went wide. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]“R6 maybe you should go first”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] he diminutive voice resonated fear.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]R6 with worried fearful tones slowly started to back up refusing to go outside the shuttle where Fringe soldiers were getting fired upon as they stormed the fortress. Growling like a little kitten Mini turned to look at R6[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]. “Fine, I will go first you coward. If you don’t come I will tell mommy”,[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] she said with her eyes shifting back and forth like a comic book villain.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Storming out of the shuttle Mini was determined now no matter [/SIZE]how dangerous it was. R6 followed looking around panicked and beeping in fearful tones

 

[Matreya]

Penumbra nodded at his Empress' command, "Very well Ashin." His mind had caught hold of the very same Force Signature just as he breached the atmosphere. But then he was gone, and Zaiden smiled, the man was trying to use stealth against Zaiden? The smile grew bigger, "Challenge accepted." Zaiden murmured softly as he bolted back the way he came.

The man was near the Fortress, so it shouldn't take more then 10 minutes to get there.

@[member="Ember Rekali"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

-OPEN-

There were rumors of a rebel starfighter manufacturing operation on this planet. The galaxy's second-best Corellian mechanic was practically salivating to get her hands on those gears, even at the expense of the rebels themselves. A part of her felt kind of bad for them. They were known to be a scrappy-lot, led by a fiery redhead and woman with gills.

Meh, rumors.

Shotgun loaded with non-lethal riot rounds. The rubber-bullets would hurt like hell but they wouldn't keep her up at night thinking about taking away someone's mom, dad, uncle, sister, brother, lover, or weekly-fling. Gloved-hand dipped into her pocket as she approached the location of where she thought the hidden factory would be. Crouching outside the building, she kicked the door opened and lobbed a stun grenade inside.

Knock. Knock.

BOOM-FLASH

 

[Matreya]

Continuing on the same course, Zaiden hurtled through he air. As soon as he touched down though, instead of leaping again, he took off at a full tilt run. Pushing himself to the fullest extent his body could without aid of the force, Zaiden dashed ever closer.

5 minutes.

@[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Jorus Merrill"] | @[member="Jared Ovmar"] |

Vilox Pazela came to a stop when the sonicbeams activated. The sounds vibrated through him, causing a physical reaction. Before he knew it, bile shot out of his mouth, for his physical vessel could not withstand it. He centered himself. The Force was a wondrous thing, you see? For all the technology in the galaxy, nothing could withstand next to the powers of the Force. Otherwise, the Mandalorian's would have purged the Jedi and Sith long ago, saving the galaxy a whole lot of trouble.

Curato Salva nourished him, allowed him to withstand the effects of the Sonic weapons, but only for a few moments. Eventually, even he with all of his force prowess would not be able to withstand the effects of such a device. Alas, he summoned the powers of the force, Sith'ise was spoke under his breath to feed power into his technique and his hands lifted as the Lightning began to circle around his frame, scorching the metal floor below him.

Vilox Pazela was certainly not Darths Malgus or Sidious, who were capable of lauching a Force Storm so powerful that it could encompass space or a battle field; and the Dark Jedi Master did not pretend that he was powerful enough to build such a technique, even in these conditions. But he was certainly powerful with Force Lightning and thus the cackling beams of static electricity began to grow and grow, powered by the words he muttered under his breath. This was Sith Sorcery.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Penumbra"]

The invisible Master paused, taking cover behind a rock formation, and sniffed the air. Something was...not right.

There'd been rumors here and there, in certain grapevines, that the Fringe had a stealth master, someone even more specialized than Ember. He did not sense the White Current in use, and he had enough experience with mentalism to know when it was and was not being employed around him. That meant bent-light illusion, which meant a true specialist, someone who had sacrificed most or all of his other powers to master that most difficult of stealth skills.

Ember grimaced faintly and realized he had to assume he was being hunted. He found a quiet spot with flat, dusty ground and put his back to the sheer stone face behind him. The Force enhanced his eyesight, and he waited to see the dust stir from a footfall. He remained invisible, but detectable through the Force.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Vilox Pazela"] @[member="Jared Ovmar"]

On his display, he watched as portions of the station began to go dark from the power of Vazela's lightning. These stations were modular, and his salvage-optimized, rubber-soled boots got him to the nearest blast door and juncture. Lights flickered around him; the entire station and its traps were losing power.

The bolts fired manually as the blast door hissed shut. A few inches of hard vacuum now separated two portions of the station. One held Vazela and Ovmar; the other held Jorus and his freighter. He welded the blast door shut with a shot from his riot gun and raced back to the control panel to check the status of the anti-surface weapons. Now that hard vacuum insulated his part of the station from the Sith Master's lightning, e could reboot subsystems and maybe - maybe - fire those weapons before the Darksiders caught up to him.

 

[Matreya]

Penumbra slowed his charge, Ember was close...

Vanishing from sight and the Force, Zaiden looked to the ground. Planting his feet only amongst ground that would, or could, minimally shift. Rocks, solid dirt, never a place that could give himself away to easily. But that depended on the viewer. The man he sought gave off a dangerous signature, one he wouldnt over estimate. He would not leave it to chance, no he would move as utterly slow as necessary as he neared the signature more and more.

His enemy was at a better hold having heard of Zaiden, for the Hand had no clue whom he sought.

@[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Jorus Merrill"] | @[member="Jared Ovmar"] |

Vilox Pazela lowered his hands, his hands smoking from the dark side energy he had harnessed in retaliation to the trap Jorus had set. He lifted his sleeve and wiped the excess of bile and spit that had formed during the initial stages of the trap. His raised himself to full height afterwards and summoned a Lightsaber to his hand. Snap hiss. Moments later, he was walking with the red line out to the left. Averting his gaze from the blast door to Ovmar, he said, "You're up. We need to get past the blast door to the other side. I can sense Merrill on the other side."

At first, he tried to lift the door up with the power of the force. When it did not work, he gathered that something had sealed it shut. Scanning the surface of the door and panels surrounding it, he noticed that Merrill had locked them out and sealed the metal together somehow. Slashing his Lightsaber through the doors lock, he heard the hydraulics wine to try and open, but were stopped by the fused pieces of metal. They only had one choice.

Plunging his Lightsaber into the metal, Vilox began to carve a hole into the next room through the door. Bits of spark and molten, hot metal began to appear on the other side as the crimson beam sliced it's way through.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

The modular space station having split at the seam, @[member="Vilox Pazela"] had succeeded in punching a hole into hard vacuum. The molten edges of the lightsabre cut slurped toward oblivion. His blade also punched into the other blast door, the one that held the air into Jorus's side of the split station.

As concussion missiles descended from the station, Jorus raised his double-barrelled shotgun and pointed it at the tip of Vazela's lightsabre. The first barrel roared cortosis dust. A split second later, the second barrel shot an apparently solid slug through the holes in both blast doors.

A hundredth of a second after that, a miniature CryoBan charge with a three-metre lethal radius went off inside the hallway where Vazela was attempting to carve his way into space.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Penumbra"]

If bent light illusion and photokinetic cloaking had a weakness, that weakness would be footprints. White Current didn't have that disadvantage over short distances. But the cautious bent-light man knew where to step. Ember had picked th e area carefully enough to partially negate that, but the ageing Templar could readily concede that his opponent outmatched him for stealth. It was like trying to follow one of his old Keetael trainers' footsteps.


But if there was one saving grace to the situation, Ember's Keetael training was it. He had spent months akong the finest Force hunters in the galaxy. That, and his skillset focused utterly on Dathomiri physical enhancement. Like hearing, and eyesight.

There.

He had no ranged weapon. He would wait.

 

[Arage Bao]

When the cortosis hit, Jared knew that things would get ugly real soon. While there was sufficient distance between him and the blast-hole, the Dark Lord did not have the same luck. Without a second thought the Lord of the Fringe grabbed hold of the power inside of him and with some difficulty attempted to drag Pazela away from the hole with the Force. He was not sure how successful he would be, with the vacuum of space creating a suck-effect itself. But there was no other way that he could see.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"] @[member="Vilox Pazela"]​

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Jared Ovmar"] | @[member="Jorus Merrill"] |

"Don't worry about me, Lord Ovmar, use the force to seal the hole!" Vilox lifted a hand up and concentrated on the force, moving the energy towards the hole that he had made with his Lightsaber. He was trying to form a Force Shield over the hole to stop the atmosphere being sucked out by the vacuum of space. With Ovmar's help, they would succeed but it was only a temporary fix. They could worry about that later.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Jared Ovmar"] @[member="Vilox Pazela"]

Apparently the CryoBan was working really, really well at its job of turning everything and everyone to ice. An old hand at decompression, Jorus braced himself against the blast door and peered through the hole for a moment. Long enough to be certain that, ever so slowly, the two outflows of air were pushing the two halves of the station farther apart.

Working against the wind, he set off down the hall to the place where his transport was docked.

 

[Arage Bao]

Seemingly the Dark Lord had developed powers to ignore point-blank shots, but that did not bother Jared in the slightest. "I am glad the guy is on our side." he thought with a grin on his face. "Would not want to face an unhittable opponent." . But he said no such thing, instead he added his power to that of the Dark Lord. He had never made such a shield before, so he took his time studying the technique for later use. It could come in handy in the future.

And if not.. well then he would just have an extra technique, he could use to impress the ladies. That was always a plus.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"] @[member="Vilox Pazela"]​

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Jared Ovmar"] | @[member="Jorus Merrill"] |

The Force Shield formed over the hole and the air returned to Vilox Pazela and his lungs. He lifted his free hand and broke the pieces of ice that had formed across it and the side of his body leading up to his chin. Frost bite would be an understatement, but he would gradually get over that. On the exposed pieces of chalk white skin you could see red bits from where skin had been torn.

"With me Ovmar," he said, walking back to the starfighter. Merrill was playing dirty, so they would too. Climbing into the starfighter, he waited for the Lord of the Fringe to join him in the cockpit. When they were inside, he broke his concentration on the Force Shield. Vacuum began to suck atmosphere again, but that didn't matter. Vilox simply closed the cockpit and thus they were secured inside.

Turning the starfighters cannons to the blast door, he maneuvered the fighter into position to begin firing. Streaks of turbolaser fired across the hangar bay into the doors, blowing them off. They were going to power their way through. Vilox turned his gaze a moment to Ovmar, who was sat on his lap. "The things I have to do," he thought.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Vilox Pazela"]@[member="Jared Ovmar"]

The Taral's laser cannons made the blast door go away in short order, exposing their half of the station to space. The cannons then began to chew into the blast door that kept air trapped in Jorus's half of the station. To Jorus, this manifested as overpressure, light, and a powerful wind, but he was already well on his way back to his freighter, that spritely little unexceptional-looking Corellian ship.

The Gypsymoth.

Miktik already had the engines hot and shields up, and when the wind and decompression grew too strong, Beyyr tossed Jorus a rope from one of the hatches, then reeled him in with brute Wookiee strength.

"Miktik, get us outta here!"

The Gypsymoth roared out of the station's hangar...and cloaked. Hibridium, thrust trace dampers, no gravitic modulator -- but nothing in this system could possibly have a CGT.

 

[Matreya]

A tickle touched the peripheral of his consciousness, something was different. He was found out already...

Keeping his hold on his Cloak, Zaiden began to simultaneously make 'footsteps' along the sand. Some were near him, some near 20 feet away. If he kept at least one other 'step' in another location for every real move he made, it would seem to someone whom sought prints that he was looking at multiple stealthers.

It was not the first time he had used both his most potent offensive and defensive abilities, but it was the first time in such a way. Usually he would use his telekinesis to move an object in the distance to give the mirage that he was there, this was the same idea but on a much finer and more unique scale. If he slipped up and added to much of his weight to one step, or not enough on the false ones he would be found again. Just a missed tempo could do the same thing.

Every move he made brought him ever closer to his opponent, in a matter of moments he would be within reach...

@[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Penumbra"]

Oh, this one was good. A slow grin stretched across Ember's face as he spotted multiple trails, each carefully formed. Each with one very useful thing in common.

They were all heading toward him.

That seventy-five percent of his powers that focused on physical enhancement? He used that now.

His foot slammed into the earth hard enough to crack stone, and the dusty ground trembled furiously. Clouds of dust wafted up all around, thin enough to permit sight but thick enough to make a ripple against a photokinetic cloak. His weight shifted forward, ready to tackle and use his Thorns of Ryloth.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

"The station is breaking apart, ma'am."

Ashin leaned forward in her chair as the Taral containing @[member="Vilox Pazela"] and @[member="Jared Ovmar"] rocketed out of the station. "No sign of Merril?"

"No, ma'am."

"I'd sense it if he, of all people, died. I think we all would. He's got a cloaked ship. Sensors, pull up the CGT."

"Gravitic contact acquired."

"Fire. Ion cannons only."

Immense ion cannons roared toward the tramp freighter.


OOC/ Remember, folks, we're going to 150 on this one.