Invasion Cleansing Fire | BotM Invasion of GA held Jedha and Jakku

[Tren Chaar]

C O M B A T _ C O N T R O L

JEDI MONASTERY, JEDHA
ARMOUR | CARBINE | SECONDARY​

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Strike Team Vos falling back to the extraction point (X)​

The ground shook under Chaar’s feet as the X-wing swopped in to deliver its deadly payload. Even the aural dampeners in his helmet struggled to filter out the deafening sound of the explosion which rocked the ruins of the Jedi monastery to its core. The fire and dust settled from Revenant Five’s bombing run, revealing a blood-stained desert littered with killed or wounded Brotherhood marauders. The air suppoer had bought them to cover they needed.

Then Chaar saw the towering colossus continuing to advance toward them, unscathed by the powerful blasts of the X-wing.

He was about to grab Ishida by her arm and forcibly extract her when she ordered him to leave. The Umbaran studied the young Jedi from beneath his helmet, cocking his head slightly to the left in an unconscious sign of confusion. These Jedi were delusional - how could she expect to survive against that thing? Was their blind faith in the magic energy field they worshipped so powerful that they lost all season of reason?

But her death wish would not be shared by him and his men.

“Wilco,” he replied flatly - no argument, no ‘good luck’, no ‘maybe the Force be with you’. “Vos, on me!”

Chaar, keeping his head low to avoid the volume of Brotherhood blaster fire which was increasing post-bombing run, weaved between the ruins of the Jedi monastery. He adjusted his path to come past the other combat controllers and gave each of them a solid slap on their armoured shoulders to let them know that they were falling back. The strike team moved as a group, laying down covering fire to allow their colleagues an opportunity to fall back.

Covering another combat controller’s retreat, Chaar caught a glimpse of a white flashing light amongst the ruins.

At least there would be one less crazed war primal back on Coruscant.

They were almost to the extraction point when a squadron of Brotherhood starfighters screamed overhead. “Five, Lead,” he called over the comlink. “Be advised, enemy fast-movers inbound.” That would keep their close air support occupied, but given they were abandoning the monetary, it didn’t matter in the grand scheme.

Without a second look back to Ishida, Chaar continued falling back toward the safety of the shuttles.

Galactic Alliance: Ishida Ashina | Kaul "Joker" Emos | Siloh Riain
Brotherhood of the Maw: Laoth | Tu'teggacha
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[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: Kyber Temple - Jedha

Spoiler: Lightsabers

"ELOAH" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)

Spoiler: GEAR

Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Spoiler: STARSHIP/COMPANIONS

Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Jedi Interceptor in the landing bay, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music", "Aricsias" Wookiee Clan (pops in and out of posts)

Foes: BOTM Darth Solipsis Danika Leventis Kyrel Ren Marlon Sularen
Allies: Dagon Kaze Zaka The Doppelganger Aeris Lashiec Bernard of Arca Jax Thio

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”Sometimes standing against evil is more important than defeating it. The greatest heroes stand because it is the right thing to do so, not because they believe that they will walk away with their lives.” - ND Wilson​

Caltin was not delusional. He knew that it was too late to stop this ritual, the crystals were being tortured in their corruption. It was almost to the point where their deafening, eardrum-shattering cries could be heard by someone with no connection to the Force, let alone a Jedi or a Sith. It took all of the focus he had and his one personal “trick” to block out any mind invasions. The massive Jedi Master was possibly too late to save the crystals, but he could avenge them.

The piercing red glow cut into the big guy’s retinas, even though they were cybernetic. The screams were turning into howls and were cutting into his attempt to slow the ritual. Now done with that, all the massive Jedi Master could do was improvise. The Temple’s structure was getting weaker by the second, soon the walls would crumble and the entire Temple could crumble around them if “death incarnate” in front of him didn’t stop what he was doing.

The crackling walls only brought down patches of the ceiling. Caltin was not going to stop what was happening to the walls, but he would protect himself from the ceiling. Dodging some of the rubble and catching some of it, the big guy did not throw any of it at the master of Ren. Caltin threw it around and behind him. If Ren wanted to weaken walls, he would get them.

The crimson walls were apocalyptic. To witness what a Sith does to these crystals is beyond imagination. It was disgusting to see and hear what they went through, and even more infuriating to watch someone put them, put anything through that. This was his motivation, this was his reason, this was his will, he had the way.

No, true strength lies in the will to stand when others cannot. Let me show you.

Closing his hands into fists, his eyes locked on Ren, but only symbolically as his focus was inward, a low-pitched growl emanated from his core. It didn’t matter what anyone thought, he wasn’t listening. As he slowly stood fully erect, the Force began to take over, protecting his body from any falling debris. He did his best to block out the screams as he gave in to the Force as it was taking over his body. He did not control the Force, he did not try to, it was much more his “partner” now than it had ever been and as he brought his arms together, almost crossing them, he let go of his reservations. As he did so, the energy started to course through his body. That growl grew into a roar.

This was not a matter of simply losing control, this was a matter of stopping what could be the destruction of the entire temple. Ren was a weapon of mass destruction in his own right and abilities, and though he was not looking for it to be, Caltin was the one that was going to stop him. As he focused on just how much had to be done, the less he tried to stop what was coming. The electrical power surging into and out of his body traversed the perimeter of his skin.

Vanagor did not show much of it these days, but his days as a Jedi Knight were rife with internal darkness, his own anger towards the Sith, his own rage at the atrocities that they have committed. It had never overcome him or his senses, but there were a few times where it came pretty close. He has been angry since the day that Ala Quin was incapacitated. He was angrier when Coruscant was sacked, again. Now, this. He was furious. No, he did not have the rage of a Sith, the hatred, the turmoil. No, the screams were almost “killing” him, but his anger was focused. He was focused.

He was a Jedi, make no mistake, but right now? He was one in name only.

Within moments, the roar reached its crescendo and Caltin threw his arms out, and with that, all of the energies, the power that he was building inside of him came out. In the explosion that could only be described as lightning-enhanced “Force Repulse,” the blowback may not have slowed or stopped what happened to the crystals, or the walls. It did however stop any more progression. The Force itself acted as the weapon that the Sith (as a whole, not just Ren) would hope that it would attack the corrupted crystals, not to torture them further, but to end their misery.

Ren could continue his ritual all that he wanted, but those crystals that he had corrupted would never be of use to him, or unfortunately the Jedi. They were in effect, inert. There were more throughout the caves that were still being corrupted, but they could be saved. Those were what he was fighting for. Those were the “lives” that he would save, even if it cost him his own. Ren, the Sith, they would not receive their prize, Structures could be rebuilt, lives, crystals, they could not.

What effects of the Repulse that did not end the crystals suffering attacked the source. This would not do any serious damage to Ren, he was too powerful for this. What it would do, if everything worked the way that Caltin had hoped, would send Ren flying, knock him back and cause his focus to drop. Effectively ending the ritual.

Rituals suck.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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O P E R A T I O N_S T O R M F R O N T

FINAL DAWN
JEDHA , MID RIM

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"You're right it's a shame, To see the man who helped me in my time of need even though I was a total stranger to him join a group of genocidal maniacs. You're right, The GA is full of corrupt people, the NJO are in over their heads due to folly and youth. But even then they have their hearts in the right place in making the Galaxy better place. I'm fighting for a better future for the Galaxy and you know what? I may fail, but I will not give up. Because I've learned there's no happiness to be found in death, living a life fighting for what you believe in. I have faith in the NJO, I have faith in GA and I have faith that we will bring down the Brotherhood. We were brief allies once Marlon, We don't have to keep fighting and instead we can direct our fight in building to a better future. For the galaxy's sake we need to stop fighting and let the peace talks continue. No more atrocities, no more war let's start rebuilding."

Sularen scoffed as Jax's statement. He claimed to fight for a better future for the Galaxy yet he served a Nation that had disrupted the Balance of Power in the Galaxy waging war on the Sith Empire and nearly entering into a Full-Scale Conflict with the New Imperial Order. Even if the Brotherhood of the Maw would be defeated the cycle of endless conflict would only start over this time in the form of a War between the Galactic Alliance and New Imperial Order , a conflict which would be as devastating as the previous Third Imperial Civil War and the ongoing Second Great Hyperspace War. In Sularen's eyes , Jax was narrow minded unable to see the Bigger Picture. Unable to see what the Maw truly stood for. What the Final Dawn stood for.

"You see Jax , that's the problem. You don't see the bigger picture. You think that defeating the Maw will bring Peace to the Galaxy once more , that the New Imperials won't invade the Alliance once they have the opportunity , that the Numerous Sith-Remnants might one day resurface and form a New Sith Empire to wage war on the Galaxy once more. There will always be War in this Galaxy , Jax and that's where the Maw comes in. If we are to truly put an end to atrocities , to put an end to the State of Constant Warfare then we must first give this Galaxy a clean slate. Destroy Civilization as we know it , All Governments , all Nations. Anything that represents the Old Order. And from their ashes we can build something new , something Pure. A New Galaxy , a Pure Galaxy free from the Constant State of War , united under One Government , free from the Influence of Force Sensitives like you , the Number One cause for the Galaxy's state of constant warfare. That is what a better future sounds like. What a true Galactic Utopia should be like. Unlike those delusional ideas of Peace through Diplomacy that have infected your Mind Jax."

Sularen then paused , catching his breath a bit before continuing "But being the Jedi you are , Jax. I know you do not have the willpower to do what must be done in order to bring forth the Utopia the Final Dawn has envisioned. You will resist , you will fight back , and that's why you must be eliminated. It's like you said. We have to direct our fight in building a better future." Sularen looked into the sky at the Predator and it's escort Fleet before looking at his Men and uttering two words in a cold and emotionless tone. "Kill him". Soon enough the Elite Raptor SuperCommandos pounced on the Jedi Master with their Kamikiri Blades with the Grand Overseer remaining in place , his hands clasped behind his back. Ready to witness the much anticipated Death of Jax Thio.

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Tags | Jax Thio ​

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[Yula Perl]

New Jedha | Armor

Ally| Romi Jade - - - - - - Engaging | The Mongrel

"Ooph-!"

The Mongrel's sword, with Yula's spidery legs still attached, fell heavily to the ground. The two mechanical appendages retracted sharply, metal scraping along metal so hotly that it produced a few sparks along with an irritating screech. Her hold on the lightsaber relinquished with the sudden movement and the hilt clattered to the ground.

The next thing she knew, she was being sprayed with a sort of soapy foam. "Wha-" Confusion flipped sharply to realization when she tried to wipe the suds off and found them already beginning to stiffen.

"I have no need of your magic, a coward's tool."

"Well excuse me, we can't all be giant hulking masses of muscle and metal!"

He was irritated, she was irritated, everybody was irritated.

Her saber hadn't struck flesh, if there even was anything organic about this man, but her brief physical contact with The Mongrel and flair for technopathy had given her a read on her opponent's composition. Which was technically a good thing for her, if she didn't die stuck to the wall like some idiot. Gears and wires were easier for her to manipulate than flesh and blood.

The foam had seeped into the ports that housed the two retracted legs, and now it was starting to solidify and gum up the works. She tried to fire the legs outward in an attempt to break the hold, and the servos whined under duress.

"Some of us— ugh—make do with what we—nngg this is so grossss!"

Like a spider caught in a web, Yula was immobilized against the alley wall, tangled in the solid froth of the glop grenade. This wasn't in her favor, because The Mongrel looked like he could crush her skull between his thumb and forefinger while sipping a martini from his other hand.

Instinct had caused the Force to surge towards her in distress, and now she was consciously drawing it in, soaking in the ephemeral power like pressure building in an Instant Pot.

"I mean, I half figured I'd die in an alley, but what I had pictured was a little more fun."

The servos whined louder, desperate to break through the duracrete grip. The Force flowed. The Zeltron snarked.

Spoiler: Actions Taken

• Dropped like a sack of potatoes.
• Glop grenade gums up the spider legs, Yula is immobilized against the wall.
• Yula draws the Force to her, continues to be annoying.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: New Jedha
Equipment: Jedi Armor, DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Zark San Tekka , Rann Thress , Bernard , Marlon Sularen (Enemy)

Well.... at least Jax tried to negotiate a peace.

Not only did Marlon miss what Jax was trying to say namely that if the Brotherhood attacks the Galactic Alliance would fight to the bitter end, but he sounded like a madman. "So in order to save the Galaxy?" Jax said. "You're going to kill everyone? That's definitely not words coming from a madman."

Marlon was beyond reasoning, there was only one option now and they both knew it. They've always known it, this conversation was just delaying the inevitable. Yet while Marlon continued to speak, Jax's earpiece picked up someone a familiar voice. <Pssst! Hey Jax!> BB-12 beeped through the earpiece. The Droid spoke in a low voice though Jax didn't understand why. The radio was connected to the small bones in his ear, no one but Jax would be able to hear the radio. <I see that you're in trouble, I'm going to take the X-Wing and carpet bomb the chit out of them! Just gimmie the signal!>

Jax never though he'd say this, but he was so happy to hear BB-12. The Droid did save his life multiple times though he would always whine and moan because he had to lift an electrical wire. The Jedi remained calm while Marlon continued his banter about him being eliminated because he's part of the problem. "Good to see you on the rooftop to gloat about galactic domination before you open fire," Jax growled. "But just before we get this dance started. There are plenty people who don't share power and will make sure to protect the ones they love from mad dogs like you."


Marlon took a step back as elite troopers closed in on Jax their blades flashing. He was surprised that they didn't try to fire upon him, but he assumed that their blades were made out of anti Lightsaber material. They were probably trained in Teräs Käsi as well. It explains was why these black armored troopers were so bold in trying to attack Jax in close quarters. Raising his hand, the Jedi Master performed a Force Push to stun the troops before he can surround him. Jax did a backflip behind some cover frantically taking out his Holoprojector. "NOW BB!" He shouted

From out high in the sky Jax's X-Wing came swooping fast towards the building. BB-12 targeted the troopers attempting to attack Jax.


BB-12 yelled it from the X-Wing's microphone as he began to rain down a flurry of Blaster cannon onto Marlon and the troopers.

 

[The Mongrel]

Location: Jedha, New Jedha City
Engaging: Yula Perl
Nearby: Keilara Kala'myr | Zark San Tekka | Bernard | Westenra Mina

Spoiler: TL;DR

• The Mongrel encourages Yula to shut up, please and thank you
  • He does not realize that this is a lost cause
• The Mongrel picks up Yula's lightsaber and tries to use it to stab her
• Callym and the Scar Hounds push into the Holy Quarter
• Callym authorizes Mercy ( Keilara Kala'myr ) to target Bernard
  • Her orders: slow down the evacuation by any means necessary

The glop outperformed The Mongrel's wildest hopes, sticking the Jedi to the wall like a pinned insect in some entomologist's collection. He smiled at the sight, the grotesque synthflesh covering that comprised his "face" stretching taut over the durasteel armature beneath in a vile approximation of a grin. But she just wouldn't let him have the moment, would she? Even now, immobilized and weaponless, the little creature just would... not... shut... up! "Do you ever tire of hearing your own voice?" the warlord demanded, smile turning to scowl.

Though the servos of the Jedi's armor whined louder than a class of toddlers protesting nap time, they failed to break through the duracrete-hard glop. It would likely be several minutes before the stuff became brittle enough to crack, far more time than he needed to kill her. With her hands immobilized, she could not call her laser-sword so easily. The Mongrel would enjoy taking the weapon as a trophy; he had always wanted one, definitive proof of a Jedi kill. Perhaps he would mount it to his wrist and use it as an armor-piercing punching dagger.

But despite the situation, which certainly looked terrible for the Jedi, she showed no fear. The Mongrel was not certain whether that meant she still had some plan, likely involving the magic that was always rescuing the sorcerers from all kinds of trouble, or simply that she was so full of bluster and bravado that even impending death couldn't take it out of her. He could respect the latter, though he preferred for it to manifest more quietly. The former, however, he would have to prevent. It was rare that he got to have a Jedi right where he wanted one.

He might never get another chance for a kill like this.

But how to end it, exactly? He could retrieve his sword and run her through, completing the pinned insect metaphor. He could crush her with a mighty punch, sending her broken body clean through the sandstone wall of the building, or rip her helmeted head from her armored shoulders. All sorts of satisfying scenarios ran through his mind then, so many that he had trouble deciding. One thing, however, he was sure of. When he finished her, he would tear out her tongue and burn it, making certain he was rid of her "witty" banter.

Perhaps the best ending for her would be an ironic one, he thought, and the idea brought that horrific smile back to his artificial face. The Mongrel bent down and retrieved the deactivated hilt of Yula's lightsaber. It looked like a child's toy in his colossal palm, and he was forced to hold the weapon between two fingers, each of them as long as the hilt itself. "Your little golden blade has cut me already," he sneered at her, stalking over to where she was stuck in the glop. "Let's see if you can withstand its touch as well as I did, hm?"

The cyborg warlord pushed down on the weapon's activation switch, intending to impale Yula with her own lightsaber.

Meanwhile, Callym and his Scar Hound warriors charged in toward Tythoni Plaza. Scatterguns roared and vibroblades whirred as the marauders fought their way through the militia rearguard, pushing with all the might their savagery and fanaticism granted them. But the enemy had held them long enough, and thinned their numbers badly enough with artillery strikes, that their progress into the Holy Quarter was slow. Too slow, it seemed, to cut off the Jedi retreat. They might be able to seize the last intact area of the city...

... but when they did, it would be empty.

"They're getting away," the Scar Hound lieutenant hissed, kicking an unfortunate militiaman off the end of his vibrosword. "Faster, dogs! Kill them faster!" But it was no use. Zealotry could only carry them so far; if they wanted to keep the Alliance from succeeding in their evacuation and carrying the day, they would need to employ tactics. What would The Mongrel do, Callym wondered? If he could not solve the problem himself, he would have called upon his trusted agents. That meant using the information that Mercy was feeding to him.

"Mercy," Callym said into his comlink, "we must cut off their retreat. Target the Jedi if you can, and do whatever is necessary to slow their evacuation! We will catch up with you, Avatars willing." He could not know, of course, that Bernard was exhausted from maintaining the Force barrier over the Holy Quarter, and that this was perhaps the Mawite agent's best chance to kill him... but even a wounded Jedi, like a cornered beast, was dangerous. Overcoming the Force knight and re-trapping the civilians would be no easy ask.

But they had to, or this whole siege would be for nothing.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: SIA BLACK SITE //:
//: Halketh //:
//: T H A N A T O S //:

The scene unfolding before her was one straight out of a horror holo. Writhing faces of the dead as they marched to the drum of the Sith Lord's will. Her holy arrow was thwarted by the Puppet Master's will. Allyson watched in horror, doing her best to steel her mind from the sight and the sudden wave of nausea that filled her belly. It took time to focus, to draw the living Force, wearing it like protective armor. Her stomach settled, and the taste of bile left the back of her throat.

Lifting her head, she watched as the army continued to flood the black site; she needed to buy time. Valery Noble , Ripley Kühn , Taiia Locke , they were all in there doing what was necessary. Did they have any idea of what was happening? Could they feel the claws of death drowning in its ichor trying to get to them? Allyson smirked, laughing a little at the impossible battle before her.

She had made a crucial mistake. The attack had let her target know her position; the malacia was only a distraction keeping her where she stood. The Force wrapped around her body, betraying her efforts earlier. Panic settled in as the glow of the light bow disappeared. Allyson dug her feet in, using her own influence of the invisible will to keep her where she stood. "No, please." The spy begged through gritted teeth as she gripped the foundation under her causing it to crack and break. Her foot slipped into the ground; she knew she couldn't stay much longer and relinquished the opposing Force. Instead, Allyson rode the pull until she reached the highest arch before being thrown into the hungry swarm.

As she reached the peak, she pushed her influence once more through and regained enough movement of her arms to once more summon the holy weapon. Again, the glorious light came together, and she nocked an arrow of Ashla's light and aimed downward. Her target the mindless slaves clawing to her waiting to be fed by their master.

Caelitus slammed the Corellian into the ground, but as she made contact with his pets, a flash of light cracked through the crowd. Each beam splintering into a crawling static as it poured into the undead horde. A voice shouted above the throaty gurgles of ichor, "Confronting fear is the destiny of a Jedi, for we are the Light in the Dark." Allyson stood drawing another arrow as quickly as she could and fired it true.

Her target once more, the Puppet Master.

 

[Ryv]

Rannan Kol​

Corin eyed the saber as he darted closer. His opponent aimed well. Not too low as to quickly launch himself over it, while not high enough to slide beneath it and continue his charge. A lesser foe would perhaps stumble to the side, narrowly avoiding a death blow. Corin mentally envisioned catching the blade with a free hand and launching it right back at his enemy in a surprising use of his foe's weaponry. That sort of flashiness made the Jedi in his youth. Ever the showman, he cursed himself for leaving his prosthetic limb at home. Even at this age, something so unnecessary would've kicked the battle up a notch.

Better to start strong.

Instead, Corin brought up his blade and batted the weapon aside in an uppercut. While he wasn't the same young gun he'd been a decade ago, at the start of the Sith-Imperial Civil War, his training had not waned. If anything, his time in exile further strengthened the connection between body and mind. His knowledge of the force matured, as did his fighting style. He slid to a stop a dozen feet ahead of the Dark Jedi, his charge no more than an attempt to drive Rannan back.

When the marauder's saber came back a second time, Corin merely turned his body to the side and avoided the blow. Either he was lucky or showing off.

"Part of me wants to skip this part," Corin admitted. "Not like any of you sociopaths ever stop and surrender when given a chance. Pity, really. Someone of your caliber could make a real difference in the lives of others. A difference not involving, you know, murder," he shifted his weight from the left foot to the right one. "You seem pretty good. Better than any of the idiots following your lead. You are welcome to surrender, though. I just wanna know. Who trained you?"

Corin hoped he said yes. That part of him who yearned to cut down every force user drunk on the dark side had long since disappeared. The amount of information one could gather from such a foe definitely outweighed the benefits of murder. A small part of him hoped Solipsis had a hand in this man's training, too. A chance to learn more about the supposed Sith'ari, if not capture a pupil of his.

"Ahh," he mused. "Good to be back out in the field."

 

[Rannan Kol]

Location: New Jedha City; the Streets
Allies: Mawites
Enemies: Galatic Alliance; Ryv
Equipment: The Dark Sacraments, Apostle's Vestments​

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At a distance Kol could admire how the Jedi first deflected his lightsaber then avoided it as it retraced for its come around blow. He hadn't shrunk back away from his opponents charge though. Indeed, Kol continued to walk ahead at a leisurely pace until the two men were some twelve feet away from one another, his right hand extending with palm open before he caught the lightsaber he'd thrown.

There was something about what Ryv said as they came close to one another that caused Kol to cant his head towards the Jedi as though he had just been affected by a moment of deja vu....

"Strange."

....he'd have said, almost as though he'd heard the exact same thing or something similar not long ago. What Corin had said seemed to resound with the Dark Jedi who observed him from across the short berth between them...

"You seem familiar."

...not in the physical sense or even the mental one really but Kol was reminded of someone else then, another Jedi Master.

The Dark Jedi had since let his left leg slide backwards, shifting his weight onto it while the 'Dark Sacraments' repositioned themselves in his hold. The Lightsaber in his right hand, which was his dominant hand raised to shoulder height, angled horizontally from the right to left of him while the other saber in his left hand turned into an inverted grip, the dark mulberry blade humming as it extended behind him and he tucked his elbow close to his side.

No answer was offered. No one the Jedi knew had trained Kol anyways so Corin might be disappointed.

Kol would spring forward, covering the distance between himself and Corin quickly. Even now without the force augmenting his speed the Dark Jedi was fast, agile. As he came closer to Corin he'd backhand the lightsaber in his dominant hand across, flicking it back to his right while rolling his wrist with the motion; the intent being to make contact with Corin's blade on the outside and parry it across his body. The Lightsaber in his left hand followed, flashing upwards and diagonally in a fanning arc aimed at Corin's ribs on his right and rising until Kol's elbow was cocked outwards and the hilt of his saber was resting somewhere level with his collarbone...​

 

[Ishida Ashina]

BE LUMINOUS
JEDHA | JEDI MONASTERY
A DARK SHADOW NEEDS LIGHT TO EXIST
BUT LIGHT DOESN'T NEED DARKNESS TO BE LUMINOUS

She didn’t smile, but mirth filled her eyes as he bellowed out challenges that turned into invitations.

“You’re so desperate to die here, Sith?”

Bright white lanced off against dark armour effortlessly, and Ishida felt a hiss of air slip through her teeth in frustration. That’s fine, this was fine. These were testing waters.
Learning was part of the first few parries. She’d already learned his massive stature was not unfounded in raw stability, and his armour was impervious to indirect hits from her lightsabre. But there was much of his flesh exposed beneath the panopoly, she’d have to adjust her strategy to purposefully target the strike zones of his neck, biceps and armpits at the very least. And use his size against him.

And as long as the beast’s attention was on her, it was not on the rest of Strike Team Vos. Which gave them the chance to escape — she could feel Commander Chaar’s departure, though she was unable to afford any farewell glances. She was busy preventing fewer corpses. Fewer losses from those good people Aeris Lashiec spoke of.

His muscles shifted and pushed, and her blade caught against the horned titan’s pauldron was forced away. Ishida stomped back a step, then another – compelled by the sheer mass of the titan outmatching her offensive-turned-defensive grip.

Between the two duelists, the sheer imbalance of physical strength was laughable. The horned man was so sturdily brawny that a sword that normally would have demanded two hands to wield, he was able to make an uppercut with just one hand. As a steel smith, she had to marvel at the beauty of the blade for only a breath-of-a-second before it came in with deadly intent. No further appreciation was afforded for the golden inlays and diversity of the distributed blade weights.

Her hop-skip backwards, and the twist of her body kept her from being cut in half from the hip down, but he kept the rolling arc of his blade in motion. The weapon constantly moving. She was forced to keep her backward momentum, shifting her shoulders to avoid the edges of the sword’s might.

On one of the rotating incoming strikes, she shoved herself back in, planting her feet and using her sabre to catch the sword’s blade. At the same time, her free hand lifted to call the Ashina Steel katana sheathed across her back. The long-hilt reached her palm quickly, and she gripped it, pushing in closer to the distance while her sabre tried to keep his blade captive, and her secondary Ashina steel katana jabbed forward to one of those strike zones, his pectoral, she’d identified earlier.


ALLIES | NJO | GA| ok bye Tren Chaar
FOES | BOTM | Laoth

 

[Kaul "Joker" Emos]

"Ah chit," Kaul heard Revenant lead's warning about multiple fighters converging on his sector. In fact he was already aware of it as his radar picked it up. "Roger that!" Kaul said as he was being fired upon by the Brotherhood starfighters. "I'm having a tough time shaking off these tin cans, I'll try to these bastards out before I can give you cover again but It may take a while!"


Using evasive maneuvers, Kaul flew high away from the ground battle. "R4!" Kaul said turning his attention towards the enemy. "Gimmie a target!"

<Right away sir!> In half a second, Kaul received his first mark.

"First victim of the day," Kaul smiled zigzagging his X-Wing to avoid afire and looping above them. Kaul then dove into a straight dive unleashing a flurry of blaster canon shots to the painted fire blowing them up.

"Ha!" Kaul laughed. "That's one down! This is going to be easier than I thought!"

Siloh Riain , Tren Chaar , Laoth (Enemy) Tu'teggacha (Enemy)

 

[Asmundr Varobalder]

THE WARDEN
TO ACT AS THE GUARDIANS OF LIFE
THE NEW JEDI ORDER | PROSPERITY | MEDITATION SPHERE
-oo:10:56 BEFORE ARRIVAL ABOVE JEDHA
TO FIGHT IGNORANCE THROUGH KNOWLEDGE
TO ACT AS THE GUARDIANS OF LIFE;
TO BRING LIGHT TO THE DARKNESS;
TO SERVE OTHERS, RATHER THAN RULE;
TO ALWAYS SEEK BETTERMENT;
TO BE THE LIGHT IN THE DARK

THE LONELY SHEPHERD
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So many variables intersected in his mind's eye whether he was conscious of it or not. Pathways of the living that thrummed and pulsed with brilliant glows, and dim shadows. Some routes lead to life eternal, others diffused and puttered out to a vacuum that was beyond his sight.

His vision had been clouded for so long, feeling Csilla’s destruction through his bones. In the destruction harvested by the Maw, he'd been effectively blinded. So many souls, voices, lives calling out with a final shout of desperation. He'd felt their burns as if he were on the planet as it ripped apart, the excruciating agony that prologued forever nothingness. All their faces turned into nothing, photons streaming off skeletons that glowed light and dark. It was as if he were observing a beautiful, chaotic painting from across a room –– and the closer they got to death, without warning, only the brushstrokes made it up. Life was nowhere in it.

After much help from Shade of Decay , Asmundr found the veil from his eyes had been lifted. At a cost of course, but for now, his sustained debt was worth it. While the clarity he’d been able to perceive before was still somewhat gaussian, it was better. Less agonizing. Less poisoned by the evil venom that was the Maw and their bloodlust.

With all that obscured significantly reduced, Asmundr and his circle of seers were able to detect the encroaching darkness. It was difficult to look at the galaxy again, expecting to detect familiar networks, but where he’d once seen patterns, he’d experienced dissonance. At first, it beckoned the memories of Csilla, but he’d pushed against that. The tendrils he’d cut, representations of individuals writhed who were now lost, he soothed. Reminded them of their peace. Their sanctuary in death.

Eventually, the pattern revealed itself. Planets suspended and communicated through ethereal rhythms despite their distances being beyond the greatest navigator’s comprehension. Dark and light travelled through these networks, their intentions causing some threads to thrum with an indescribable colour, less a colour, more a frequency.

Wild and tessellated in chaotic disharmony, the margins of the space were bright without illuminating anything or casting shadows, but they all travelled to the same place. And if he focused hard enough, through time, through that horrible experience of loss on Csilla, the pitiful failure of Coruscant, there was a promised similarity.

At its centre, the empty place gains definition. Patterns begin to match, simplifying into lower-energy structures, silhouettes of the Light’s warriors meeting the darkest, bloodiest of shadows. The abstract architecture of human connection and the abstract model of geography begin to correlate. All nodes of the construct he’d once had evidence themselves as pointed beacons, and he reaches out, he reaches out, he reaches out. The pattern evades, dodges and twists until it is exhausted and The Force acquiesces, delivering the foresight the venerable Master hadn’t tasted since Krayiss.

Csilla he’d been too late.

Coruscant he’d been too late.

Jedha he’d be just late enough.

Arriving on Jedha at the same time as the other Forces, the other Jedi, his dear friend Master San Tekka, would put Prosperity in a precarious position. The Maw would bare down on them with all their might. Wait, wait, wait the pattern had told him, showing swells in the timeline of what would be.

The impending conflict’s luminescence waxed and waned, and eventually faded to make way for the glimmer that promised opportunity. It wasn’t blindingly bright, but it was the brightest timeline The Force had to offer The Warden. So he took it and prepared the great pyramidal ship, now the sanctuary for the New Jedi Order, to arrive on Jedha just late enough.

It was purely defensive, the Force whispered this was his role, the bastion of safety, to be The Warden to protect and provide an escape for those who had been too early, or just on time, to the conflict.

<Sabre Squadron on Standby.> The report came from one of the hangars. Long gone were the days he'd heard Maynard Treicolt 's voice speak those words. The new squadron leader was a different sort of pilot, more cautious, more refined. Graduated from one of the Ace programs the Jedi Temple offered as a partnership with Anaxes, courtesy of the late Chancellor Tagge. <Ready to provide support for entry. Gearing up for green.>

Two other reports, of smaller squadrons of four each, parroted their readiness.

Asmundr, one of the sole living beings aboard the ship (apart from the dedicated pilots), gave a slow nod and allowed the artificial intelligence to patch him through a network of technology (not like his Force Sight) through to the official Alliance channels.

At the same time, as the preparedness took place, he felt the sting of The Force wailing out. The Orbital Bombardment of The Maw enacting what he’d seen, but had been told not to prevent.

His expression steeled, and he swallowed heavily to shove the blossoming pain at the base of his throat back down his chest.

The connection was made. The main communication was to the High Admiral coordinating the skies, with tertiary channels informed of the relief’s arrival. He’d foreseen this.

To Syndulla Command , the everlasting intelligence of Arcanus Sunstrider automated his instruction: <The New Jedi Order’s Prosperity is preparing to come out of Lightspeed at the following coordinates above Jedha to support the ground evacuation. Please coordinate your offensive around those coordinates.

We have air support for defensive entry.>

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ATTN ALLIES | GA | NJO | Zark San Tekka | Bernard | Harson Thaddeus | Gorthalon
FOES | BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Objective One: Defile the City
Location: Jedha, New Jedha City
Action: Head out with 24 Senate Guards to assist the Evac of Civilians by the Holy Quarter & Temple
Allies: GA || Bernard | Syndulla Command | Harson Thaddeus | Gorthalon ||
Enemies: Brotherhood of Maw || The Mongrel | Keilara Kala'myr | Tegan Starfall ||
Weapons: REC-EVS/01 "Sohei" - Pattern Electro-Vibrosword & Blaster Pistol
Attire

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With each pained step, Seto groaned, the ladder rungs felt especially cruel being so solid and metal and worst yet the concrete had not become a bed of flowers in the past hour or so. Even with his practice of controlled breathing technique, attempting to use the Force to further aid in his recovery would only bring about debilitating headaches along with a slightly rejuvenated body. Best to let it occur naturally for the moment. Seto painfully thought to himself as he finally reached the indoors of the Starport.​

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The noise was near deafening as civilians and Alliance soldiers alike attempted to make sense of their current situation. Valiant attempts of restoring order were underway, but it was a slow process as none were certain if another bombardment would take place. Seto himself worried about that very same scenario, they needed to escape the city quickly. For that matter the young Du Couteau heir made great effort to keep walking through the crowds. Moments later an Alliance Officer spotted the Senator and hurried to his side to explain the situation and hopefully get further assistance to get a handle over the evacuation.​

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"Sir, we were looking everywhere for you when the bombardment commenced!"​

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"I was safe in the Starport, anyways, progress report?" Seto explained, quickly brushing away anymore questions of his whereabouts.​

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"Well, we were fairly sure the portable shield generators we had brought along weren't going to be turned on in time nor capable but somehow by the Force we managed it all. . ." The Alliance Officer explained the miracle as he continued to give further details.​

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An Alliance fleet had finally made it into the planet's atmosphere, contesting the Brotherhood's superiority over the air. The risk of another bombardment greatly lowered then. With that happy thought, a bit more of his strength returned as he grabbed a data-slate and quickly began giving orders to help organize the current mess inside the starport. With communications established with the fleet practically right above them, the safe passage of the transports would be all but guaranteed.​

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More good news for the weary soul.​

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Seto nodded to the Alliance Officer before heading out to inspect further the damage caused by the Orbital assault. Another nearby Alliance Soldier appeared troubled, and Seto could only but sympathize, this sort of mass slaughter of citizens within a city was nothing but cruelty. Though something else appeared to trouble the soldier as he was trying to get a sort of communication through to someone. As Seto approached the Soldier the moment the soldier saw the Senator he quickly ran up to him.​

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"Senator! We have communications within the rest of the City and the Holy Temple! Civilians are attempting to evacuate but hostile forces are giving chase!" The Soldier quickly explained.​

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Unsure of what to exactly do with that information, Seto nodded and attempted to calm the clearly passionate soldier. "Okay, well I'll go see about scrapping together a relief force quickly, but first we must assure this Starport remains under Alliance control. Go back to your duties and I'll talk to one of the Officers." Seto spoke as he offered the soldier a solemn nod and quickly headed back to the Starport.​

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A military operation was not under his purview of a Senator, far from it, even if given his past experience on the battlefield and military. He instead found one of the Captains giving orders to other Officers and Soldiers to better establish a defense in case of an assault. Seto finding but a brief moment to grab the Captain's attention Seto quickly spoke about the developing situation with the rest of the city.​

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"Given our own current predicament, it'll be tough to even send out a scouting party to investigate the nearby destroyed structures for survivors." The Captain responded, his eyes focused, clearly things were rather grim at the moment. Even with the arrival of the Alliance fleet, they haven't yet managed to establish control of the surrounding area just yet.​

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"Well Captain, I suggest asking for reinforcements, for myself I'll be taking a stroll and see if I can help clearing out the rubble around the area of the Holy Temple." Seto explained, his expression hiding the pain within his eyes but he gritted his teeth and happily nodded. "I'll be taking the Senate Guard to protect me of course." and with that Seto turned around and waved back to the Captain. Who for his own part appeared rather dumbstruck at the notion of a Senator waiving away military command. Or more likely that the Senator would choose to enter a live combat zone.​

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The galaxy was fraught with surprise.​

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Seto called for his Senate Guard, a complement of twenty-four troops had accompanied and thankfully all twenty-four were still alive and suited for combat. Approaching the Captain of his guard, "I will need your protection as I take a leisurely stroll through the city, on a couple of the transport speeders of course. The Holy Temple of Jedha is currently a sight I've been told is quite important, so perhaps we'll head there first." Seto explained, his political approach to subverting military protocol crude but at the moment needed and a bit effective with all things considering.​

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The Senate Guard Captain nodded and quickly ordered the other Guards to quickly grab the speeder and prepare for their rescue mission. Seto thanked the man and climbed aboard the speeder with the Senate Guard Captain, they knew time was of the essence for the civilians attempting to escape. Shoving Seto deeper into his seat, the speeder violently took off and headed towards the Holy Temple, where the concentration of the civilians had attempted to take shelter from the bombardment and now attempting to escape the enemy.​

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"You don't happen to have a stim you can give me?" Seto asked one of the guards next to him.​

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The guard nodded, with no doubt a slightly confused expression beneath the visor, but handed the Senator a stim. Seto gingerly held the stim before applying it, the wave of endorphins, stimulants and energy flowed into his body like a bursting dam onto a dried out river. Seto felt that his body was mostly pain-free, no doubt the crash would hit him harder than a bag of bricks, but for the moment it was a much welcome reprieve. He doubted that he could even maintain any sort of Force Barrier for just a couple of seconds, lest he doubled over in agony from the pressure building in his head. For now, let the Senate Guard do the heavy lifting. Seto felt the speeder accelerate even more as they attempted to close the gap between them and the Holy Temple.​

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The speeder finally slowed and the Senate Guard filled out with urgency and set up a defensive line behind one of the ruined buildings next to the Temple currently under siege. Seto had little way of contributing to the strategic planning, but thankfully the Guard Captain had already begun barking orders to set up a defensive hard-point with their heavy repeater blasters and several others advanced ahead to secure a path for civilians and away from the screaming zealots of the Brotherhood.​

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Their arrival had been noticed by the civilians and the speeders were beginning to be filled to the brim, Seto ordered the pilot to take them back to the Starport and to come back post haste. They needed to ferry as many of the civilians out of harm's way, but the enemy had also taken notice of their presence. The Senate Guards were expecting to fight the zealots and monsters of the Maw since the attack on Coruscant, their fury for vengeance was palpable in the Force to Seto as he attempted to conceal his own presence further. Last thing I need is for a Jedi to figure out I'm a Force User. Seto was noticed by the Guard Captain and was quickly given a blaster to defend himself.​

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The weapon felt foreign and alien as a wrinkle on one of Seto's pristine outfits. Out of place and a grimacing expression from the young Du Couteau heir as if it's existence offended him on a deeper level.​

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"Senator, we're linking up with several Alliance soldiers attempting to get a handle of the situation, we should be able to defend this location long enough for further reinforcements to assist the evac." The Guard Captain explained to him before returning back to the fight and defending their location.​

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"Right well, due let them know that a Senator is in danger if that would help speed up their time tables for reinforcements." Seto said dryly. There was a moment of laughter from several of the Senate Guards, though not exactly the most humorous joke, Seto wanted to show a bit of his bravado. His focus returned to help with getting civilians out of the line of fire and into a speeder, the sooner they could pull them out the sooner they too could leave this accursed battlefield.​

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[Keilara Kala'myr]

Ziare Dyarron | Keilara Kala'myr
COMPNOR (ISB) Junior Agent, Nite agent | Marauder of the Maw​

Objective I: Defile the City
Location: Tythoni Square, New Jedha City, Jakku
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Omega Phase Assault Rifle | 2x PV-16 "Sunfury" Pulse Pistol | Druetium Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger || Stealth field generator || OPBC-01m
Allies: The Mongrel | Marlon Sularen | Tegan Starfall
Enemies: Harson Thaddeus | Bernard | Zark San Tekka | Gorthalon | Asmundr Varobalder | Seto Du Coutaeu

[ Mitternacht ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~"Telepathic" communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

"Feth!" I said to myself.

Because I was forced to stop following the civilians when I received another message from Callym. Damn it! I had no idea if I would be able to kill him. I loved the challenges, but damn it! These with the Force prevented the orbital bombardment! I'm just an agent!

<< Callym, this is Mercy! The other Jedi ( Seto Du Couteau ) who took part in the defense is now retreating near the temple with a larger team of soldiers. I suggest that your marauders also use the side streets and alleys to advance. They have less defence there and we have a better chance of being able to get into Tytooni Square and move on! >> I sent a message to the lieutenant.

If we can’t solve something by force, we have to use common sense. So I continued the suggestions based on what I saw and experienced here.

<< Most of the civilians are in the area between the square and the temple. Now some fighter jets should attack the place from the air. This would prevent, stop the escape, cause more panic and save time for our troops. >> I even said that.

Finally, with a deep sigh, I turned and went back to the part where I had seen the Jedi before ( Bernard ). I quickly looked around to see if there was a person around him who could pose a threat. I was looking for a place where I could be half-covered. I really needed a sniper rifle to finish the fight with a quick and accurate shot. If possible, in such a way that it is difficult for the opponent to defend. But I don't have any sniper-rifle, so only other methods remain.

Once I had the place I wanted, I took out my last grenade, which was a thermal grenade again. I was still under the effect of my cloaking device, but I was careful who knows what these space wizards are actually capable of. In the loud noise, I hoped that the sound of the rolling grenade would not be noticeable to the Jedi. I set the grenade timer to five seconds and the widest explosion range. That is, it will cause damage within a radius of about fifteen metres.

I’ll be in it too, but I was hoping my shield would protect me. I was about twenty yards from the Jedi now. I put the grenade to the ground and rolled it toward the man with more force. I knew it wouldn’t get there in time, but he would be within range of the explosion. I fell behind my cover and activated my shield.

The explosion occurs within moments…

 

[Tu'teggacha]

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Location: Jedha, Jedi Monastery
Tags: Kaul "Joker" Emos | Ishida Ashina | Siloh Riain | Tren Chaar | Laoth

Spoiler: TL;DR

• The Thornwaves spread out to try and catch Kaul in a crossfire
• They use their bomblet generators to create dangerous turbulence and explosions

Kalandri watched, teeth clenched in shock and fury, as the Alliance X-Wing performed a death-defying upward twist, taking it far above the level of the incoming Thornwaves in a skilled evasive maneuver. Butcher Squadron swiftly began to compensate, spreading out to rise and pursue the enemy craft, but by then it was already streaking back down, straight at them. With a burst of laserfire the Alliance ace blew apart one of the Mawite fighters, claiming first blood. He had to claim first blood, of course, or it was all over for him. He was alone, and the first blood that the Brotherhood claimed would also be the last.

If they could pin down this slippery pilot. He was good, Kalandri had to give him that.

"That's one fighter," she spat, berating her squadron. "We are a dozen!" Well, eleven now, but they still massively outnumbered their opponent. "Kill him already! Spread out and deploy bomblets. We'll box him in." At her command, Butcher Squadron dispersed, each craft pairing up and following a wingmate. Kalandri remained alone, as they were down one... and she believed herself skilled enough to need little support. Each pair of Thornwaves prepared for a different angle of attack against Joker's X-Wing. Two Thornwaves came from the right, two from the left, two from behind, two from straight ahead, two from below...

... and Kalandri herself from above. It would be much harder to evade unscathed this time.

But the Mawites already knew that this pilot was slippery, difficult to pin down. So they deployed some insurance. Each Thornwave was equipped with bomblet generators, weapons capable of creating powerful energy bombs. They didn't fire the bomblets at Joker. Instead, they fired them behind themselves. Each explosion created a potent wave of heat and pressure, a wave that would be incredibly dangerous to fly through. If Joker did manage to evade this assault, the laser cannons now gunning for his X-Wing, would have to run the gauntlet of bombs, flying through turbulent superheated air to escape. That would make his job harder.

"Got you this time," Kalandri smirked, squeezing her firing stud as she dived.

 

[Viers Connory]

//: Joycelyn Zambrano //:
//: B L O O D H U N T E R //:

Viers tightened her grip as she felt the heavy staff connect with the tender jaw of the Sith Lord. She hadn't expected for the giantess to turn around, but with the TIE fighters overhead, Viers welcomed the distraction. Feeling the way the jaw slacked against the Uneti wooden weapon was satisfying. More than the Monk wanted to admit. Viers moved to swing the bottom of the staff back into the jaw of the Sith, hoping to break it, but she was quickly interrupted.

The bombardment scattered the land, wounding it as they flew by. Cries of pain echoed around her. Viers stepped back, and when she did, she watched as flames burst forth from the Sith Lord's bloody mouth. A ring of fire engulfed them, surrounding her and locking her in with her enemy. The fire burned, but the Force protected, covering the Monk in a shielded sphere.

When the flames subsided, a burst of energy shot out from the sphere, disappearing, leaving the Holy Monk in its wake. An ornate skull was painted on her pale skin as her dark hair hung just above her shoulders. The blast of energy flickered the loose fabric of her robes as she stood there in defiance of the flames.

Death and destruction surrounded them, a perfect melody for the Sith to dance to. Viers spun the quarterstaff carefully and tucked it gently under her arm as her stance lowered, feet sliding, creating a solid base. Carefully, she raised her free hand and beckoned the Sith, almost goadingly. A careful little smirk spread across the girl's painted face. She welcomed death; she welcomed the destruction brought on by the Sith Giant before her.

"Your jaw is still attached; I'm surprised, not many survive the blow from the Uneti Staff." Mocking words as the blue glow from the starsteel sang the connection between wielder and weapon. In sync, the outstretched hand closed, commanding the Force around the Dark Paladin's throat to constrict. Unlike the Jedi, Viers didn't play to one side of the Force. Whatever was necessary to stop the bloodshed, she would strike down this Sith Lord and paint the broken walls with her blood.

She couldn't allow her to escape; Viers didn't want to see Dagon in another Padawan's face again.

 

[CETCOM]

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O P E R A T I O N_S T O R M F R O N T

FINAL DAWN
JEDHA , MID RIM
FOCUS : Admiral Kaine Hamilton

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WRAITH SQUADRON​

Purifier [Flagship] 4x SRAF Squadrons 2x TIE/fd Fighter Squadrons 2x TIE/fd Interceptor Squadrons Praetorian-Class Star Destroyer [x3] 12x SRAF Squadrons 9x TIE/fd Fighter Squadrons 7x TIE/fd Interceptor Squadrons 2x FD-120 Starfortress Squadron Supremacy I-Class Star Destroyers [x9] 32x SRAF Squadrons 24x TIE/fd Fighter Squadrons 20x TIE/fd Interceptor Squadrons 5x FD-120 Starfortress Squadrons Ascendent-Class Pocket Star Destroyers [x12] 24x SRAF Squadrons 18x TIE/fd Fightrer Squadrons 15x TIE/fd Interceptor Squadrons 3x FD-120 Starfortress Squadrons Invector-Class Monitor Frigate [x5] 4x SRAF Squadrons 3x TIE/fd Fighter Squadrons 3x TIE/fd Interceptor Squadrons EF96 Nebulon-A Escort Frigates [x4] 2x SRAF Squadrons 1x TIE/fd Fighter Squadron 1x TIE/fd Interceptor Squadron Constance-Class Patrol Ships [x6] 4x SRAF Squadrons 2x TIE/fd Interceptor Squadrons

"Sir , we are detecting numerous Vessels coming out of Hyperspace" a Bridge Officer said. From the Bridge of the Purifier , Admiral Hamilton watched as an entire GADF Sector Fleet emerged from hyperspace spearheaded by an Alliance Dreadnought identified as the Momentous Triumph. A Total of 57 Warships to be exact , outnumbering the 40 Warships of Wraith Squadron. Yet despite his forces being outnumbered , Admiral Hamilton remained firm and was ready to fight to the death if necessary. His orders were clear and he intended to execute them through any means necessary.

Soon enough , the 6th Sector Fleet fired the first shots firing an opening salvo towards the Vessels of Wraith Squadron while deploying their Fighters in a defensive screen to intercept any incoming strikes "Orders , Admiral?" the Captain of the Purifer asked. Hamilton remained silence taking another look at the attacking fleet before issuing new orders. "Have all Capital Ships return fire on the Enemy Fleet's Strongest Warships and have our Nebulon-As and Constances protect our Invector Frigates at all costs. Keep our Fighters in reserve for now and prepared for deployment. Our goal is to hold long enough for our Ground Forces to complete their Attack on the Surface."

Soon enough , all Star Destroyers and Pocket Star Destroyers returned fire on the Alliance Fleet targeting their strongest Warships first while the Escort Frigates and Patrol Ships remained at the rear protecting the Five Invector-Class Monitor Frigates to ensure that Wraith's Squadrons only means of effectively jamming most signals coming out of Jedha remained intact. Soon enough , the Battle over Jedha had begun with Wraith Squadron and the 6th Sector Fleet now fully engaged , duking it out for complete Supremacy in Space. Whoever would win this battle would soon determine the outcome of the Battle of Jedha.

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Tags | Syndulla Command ​

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[Boluc Laar]

X E S H _ O N E
TASK FORCE XESH
JEDHA

There would be blood stained on the Golden Starbird of the Alliance. Hell, there always was blood on it, they just always did a good job on cleaning it up and polishing it. Forever immaculate to the eyes of those living in its democracy. There would be blood shed today, in a dishonorable fashion as Boluc had his own methods to complete the mission here today.

I've still got a few lab coats scurrying around picking up box— hey, you, get out of here! — picking up boxes. Taking their sweet time. How much time you want me to give 'em boss? Feels like Jedha's not got a lot.>

<"I don't give a damn about Jedha or its pretentious significance to the Jedi,"> although the only value to it was the deposits of Kyber Crystals beneath its surface. Excellent resource for weapons research and development for destructive armament. <"I won't permit anymore time to stragglers, they can die with their boxes if they don't get outta here.">

<"Blow it up once you are safe from the explosives, I got one last thing to take care of.">

The data stored in here. Information detailing what had been done in this Blacksite such experiments, projects, and SIA classified documents pertaining to here. Would be foolish if all the data of the SIA would be stored here; never put your eggs in one basket. He was so fixated on that data, especially so with Jedi agents securing its download. After their questionable actions and they still had a place in this Alliance? Murdering and attacking Senators without a warrant? Some of their own falling to the path of the Darkside, and even some leaving the military without an official dismissal from the chain of command?

Unacceptable, and he would make sure that to confiscate that data and have them stranded.

<"All detonators are in place,"> he forwarded to Mai, and what would rock the most would be the fuel depot within the base.

<"Update me on the Jedi and the data, Mai. It's urgent, this place is about to blow sky high at any minute.">

Any minute being on his command.

ALLIES | GA | NJO | Maijan Paisea | Allyson Locke | Valery Noble | Ripley Kühn
ENEMIES | MAW | Maestus | Darth Kentarch

 

[Anja Doreva]

ALLIES: BOTM | NEW SITH ORDER | Whoever else is Maw side (I'm lazy)
ENEMIES: GA | NEW JEDI ORDER | Any other Light Side scum
ENGAGING: Aeris Lashiec | Kai Bamarri
GEAR:

Spoiler

The Fortuna in orbit
Lightsabers
Phrik blades
Phrik dagger
Dressed to kill
Company from the Legion of Bone among which is the Ash Hellions led by Nathan Graves and a surprise for Aeris

O~~>PANDORA<~~O​

They were evenly matched.

He should have known. He had taught her, after all. And all the while, her words stung like daggers being driven into him. Slowly. Methodically. Torturing him.

What did he expect would happen if he ever managed to get face to face with her?

For now, he kept battering at her defences. Sparring, almost. It brought back memories of courtyard trainings with one another in a time of relative peace within the Galaxy, the setting sun casting them in a golden glow.

No!

"Please. Don't fail me like I failed you. Be better."

Those words halted his advance and made him step back. At first they hit him deep.

And then his anger flared bright.

"No I won't fail like you did. I do plan to be better." he sneered, even as the temple groaned in the background. He then unleashed a powerful torrent of lightning in her direction, channeling all his hurt and anger into it.

His heart had been shattered when she had driven that lightsaber into his gut. What was left of his heart, was bleeding now as he attempted to exact his vengeance on the one he had loved for so long.

<Who are you keeping safe by coming to a battlefield and attacking people who have done nothing to you? That doesn't make any sense!>

Danika exhaled slowly through her nose to center herself.

She could hear the exasperation within his thoughts. The judgement. The way she saw it, Kai was merely attempting to reach out because someone he most likely idolised had told him to.
<I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand what a blood oath means, boy. It means I have to deliver, whether I want to or not. And you nearly made an eternal captive of me by attempting to yank the subject of that oath from me.> Eyes flashed bright teal once again. <Reserve your judgement for those holding dominion over the Netherworld. Send them my regards when you meet them.>

Her saber angled defensively as she released a powerful destructive Push in Kai's direction with her free hand. As she released the Force at him, she unclipped her other saber once more and ignited the crimson blade.

This boy was a thorn in her side. The judgement of others he hurled around so freely irked her greatly. The moment it had become evident that she had the ability to see the dead, she had been shunned by people. It had taken her some time, but she had draped it like a cloak around her and honed her skill to fight against it with those that had the power. Until those people had turned on her as well.

It had left a mark.

It might be buried deep within, covered up beneath a wealth of Darkness, but the hurt was still there. How easily the Galaxy shunned people that possessed gifts that could not be explained. She had managed to bury that chip so deep until the surface was scratched on Korriban. And since then, everything had started to unravel slowly.

She clung to the anger to fuel her strength as she waited for the Padawan to show up and clash against her sabers. Close to them, Alex had unleashed his judgement on Aeris as well as the area around them shook with artillery fire as large chunks of temple tumbled to the ground.

Everything was going to hell and in a handbasket one way or another.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Within the Temple of Kyber
Objective: Destroy all around
Allies: Darth Solipsis Anja Doreva
Enemies: Caltin Vanagor (Directly Facing) Zark San Tekka Kai Bamarri Dagon Kaze Zaka Aeris Lashiec
Equipment: Kyrel's Armor, Kyrel's Necrochasis, Vader's Bane Lightsaber


The walls cracked, the sky was filled with red illumination. Kyrel was fully immersed in every sense within the darkness. The Jedi before him seemed powerless to stop him, until Kyrel had watched amidst the screaming of the kyber crystals, through the red beam of light from the corruption that shot into the sky. He stood in the epicenter of it all watching as the man retorted, and started to manifest force energy that Kyrel saw as something foolish. He himself knew that to fight darkness with darkness was a fool's gambit and ultimately attempting such a thing would not bode well for the user. "Yes..." A smirk graced his lips beneath the mask.

His eyes narrowed the undead Master of Ren continued to watch the man's entire being changed, something unique but not unlike Kyrel's own raw power within that the Jedi Master only harnessed in turn. As if Kyrel was a Tornado while the man before him seemed as if a raging hurricane. While an enemy, the Master of Ren still had respect for the Jedi's sheer willpower. It was all as if something he was waiting for in-between the hell that Kyrel dared tried to create around him, the cries only seemed to echo while the crimson glow of all the crystals combined into one dark symphony seemed to spread further through the sky with Kyrel being the focal point of it all.

The man let out what Kyrel could only describe as a blinding Force Repulse. Something that powerful, even with such electrical energy had caused the statue like stance that Kyrel firmly planted into the middle of the Temple to break. Something not entirely surprising as the energy had sent the dead man crashing against the walls, the crystals still wailed around him. Even with the Jedi Master's force aided attack it only caused matters to become worse, with the focal point gone from the ritual, the beam of dark kyber energy that had shot into the heavens as if a saber that had pierced through the sky. The beam itself was no longer a straight shot with Kyrel brought out of the center the ritual had now become more chaotic then it had before, matters had become complicated while the focused red beam had turned into a violent shockwave of pure energy as it's central part was taken out of the equation. Now being made to run rampant all the collective energy went from the sky back into the temple, causing a series of explosions to ring out.

Standing up slowly Kyrel let out a chilling laugh through the explosions, as the red energy started to go through the walls, breaking through stone and making the crystals react violently as if the massive bleeding ritual was made so much worse. "Hahahahahahahaha! You may have taken me out of the focal point, but as you can see my will be done!" The laughter only continued as Kyrel reached out once more with the force, no longer concerned with containing the energy now run rampant but focused on the support beams of the temple, bringing them down one by one. More rocks fell, bigger ones only kept falling while the explosions from the crimson beam of light further shot out all over the temple. Explosions rocked everywhere as it became more unstable. The Jedi before him had unknowingly doomed the temple when taking all the focus from the ritual. "Not so easy is it... Stop me, save yourself, or the temple... Decisions... Decisions... Either way I will make sure you and everybody else pay...." He said as his hands lifted upward only bringing more of the ceiling down on top of them both. The madman actively seeking to cause the utter collapse of the temple burying them both while the beam kept spreading to every room of the temple violently destroying anything in it's path, fueled by unfocused rage and pain.