Public Cloning Business (SO)

[Siv Dragr]

H U N T E R

Objective: Defend Kamino | Eliminate Sith
Allies: Volo Dragr | Kelisea Dragr | Fenn Stag | Verin Oldo | Zlova Rue | Gwyneira Vizsla | Nalana Baxa | Lycia | Okera Vekra | Sergeant Omen |
Targets: Alina Tremiru | Darth Strosius | Darth Ahriman | Kaisel Ved | Ishani Dinn | Lukas | Dvasia | Dragus Jakar | Darth Nito | Scarlett Zann | Alize

"Chit," Siv swore as lasers tore through the hull, which was beginning to appear flimsier and flimsier than the Mandalorian had originally surmised. Apparently, the Maw had created this transport simply for that and forgot the part about durability. It was purely by luck that Kamino's air defenses weren't stouter, for if they had been most of the attack force would be slag drifting to the body of the ocean.

Volo's voice was crackling over the comms, distorted by poor connection and the sounds of battle. but Siv heard him mention a Sith infiltrator. That wasn't usual, he thought to himself, his brain beginning to work overtime to process. This attack held some deeper meaning. It was not as it seemed to be on the surface. His mind swimming, he cast his gaze around the shuttle interior until he saw what he was looking for: the cockpit.

Jostling between stained flight seats, he found the controls still activated, though the ship was not primed for takeoff. The pilot had either been killed or was making up part of the attack force outside. The controls were foreign to him, but he knew his way around a cockpit and it didn't take him long to find the console that held the ship's navicomputer. "Navigation records," Siv muttered himself as he tried to brute-force his way through the system, which should've been in some foreign Maw script but was in Aurebesh's Galactic Basic, though there were some Sith words he recognized.

Under his helmet, his eyes widened, and he insert a datachip into the console to begin transferring the data. "Volo, you're going to want to see this," Siv messaged over the comms as he watched the visual display indicate a data download. Pounding at the other end fo the ship bade him turn. The pounding continued, then ceased, and was replaced by the high-powered whine of a laser cutter that begin to methodically slice through the door. He drew his blaster, ready for another fight.
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[Ishani Dinn]

Tags: Zlova Rue

Ishani was so intent on keeping up her frenzy of motion, it didn’t even register that she had successfully struck her opponent’s shoulder until she had a chance to see blood well up from the wound. Even then, there was no time to gloat, for Zlova suddenly pulled out another lightsaber.

Her two weapons crashed into Ishani’s sword before the Twi’lek separated from her once more, twirling her blades and managing to insult both Ishani’s intelligence and her skill with a blade by implying she was still a learner receiving training from a beleaguered master.

“Because I hate lightsabers,” Ishani replied. “You’re as likely to lop off your own limbs with it if you make one wrong move or miscalculation, and the lack of weight makes it more difficult to master.”

Against a dual-wielding opponent, the odds were heavily stacked against her. While they remained separated, Ishani reached into a pouch at her belt and tossed sand in Zlova’s direction, using the Force to guide the particles toward her eyes.

 

[Darth Ahriman]

Darth Ahriman​

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Inventory: Sith Armor | Sith Lightsaber.
Allies: Darth Strosius | Darth Nito | Alina Tremiru | Kaisel Ved | Ishani Dinn | Dragus Jakar | Mae Tecono | Lukas | Dvasia
Enemies: Siv Dragr | Volo Dragr | Verin Oldo | Fenn Stag | Kelisea Dragr | Koda Fett

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The Sith Infiltrator now piloted by Valen's droid counterpart moved to assert itself in covering the transports that had brought his allies to the world, all the while Darth Ahriman listened to reports of withdrawal over the comms of his armours helm.

The Sith Knight had joined the mission in a bid to further support his fellow Inquisitors, yet there was also a personal aspect to his taking part that still didn't feel right. Valen himself had been created using cloning technology, and while there were countless clones out there serving the Sith and other armies or governments in the Galaxy, the prospect of withdrawal was easier to handle with regards to this particular fight as he did not care to be responsible for the creation of others.

"Pick me up" He spoke dryly through the comlink, turning to look skyward as the Infiltrator banked wide and made a returning strafing run once over, ensuring a clear landing before eventually setting down. Darth Ahriman moved to board the vessel's loading ramp, turning once back to look over the cloning facilities while the Infiltrators anti-personnel turrets lit up any incoming foes seeking to stop the Sith from leaving.

Finally, the starships loading ramp closed shut and the hull compressed with a high pitched whine, sealing the vessel for departure back into open space. Returning to the cockpit, Valen took up his seat and retained control of the Infiltrator, the thrusters firing at full as the vessel tore back up through the clouds, leaving the fight behind.

(Exiting thread due to lack of time/availability to keep up).

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova's dark lips peeled back in a Sith-worthy grin with stars burning brightly in her eyes. "Exactly. We're Sith. We're not meant to live forever. We burn brighter than any star. We leave a mark on the galaxy felt for a thousand years! We live today because screw tomorrow." Oh there were Sith even more "rational" than Zlova out there. For some reason. The types that wanted to genuinely galaxy-build and make it 'better.' Waste of time if you asked Zlova. It always fell apart in the end. Was Ishani one of them? She certainly wasn't any Maw Zlova heard of anyway.

Both blades spun off to either side and alternated in front of the Lethan in an overly showy flourish. There was a time for precision and care, and then there was a time for complete abandon! Until a woman threw sand in your eyes.

The Twi'lek's grin turned into a sneer as one hand swept through the air before her to cast the dust aside. It was easy to brush the Force aside as telekinesis against a fellow User rarely went unchallenged. There was still dust in the air, however, that caused the red woman to narrow her eyes as a lethargic feeling seemed to creep across the edge of her mind.

As she blinked again, the effect only seemed to worsen. Pain from a little dust in the eyes was nothing! It wasn't that. The woman was trying to play an underhanded trick on her.

Her teeth were bared once more, only this time lacking in mirth and zeal. A deep grow formed as the Dark began to extend into their surroundings. "You don't want to dance any more?" Zlova growled as the walls began to tremble. Both sabers lifted out to either side as she extended her influence further out.

Pangs, pops, and squeals sounded a moment before the structural integrity of the walls, floor, and ceiling abruptly collapsed. The metal hallway of the Kamino crumpled beneath the rage that Zlova called upon. Her chest heaved as Zlova continued to draw on the Force. Conduits and support braces snapped with a sound of a slugthrower fired at close range. Some of that debris suddenly found itself heaved in Ishani's direction by an invisible hand.

Tag: Open | Ishani Dinn
Hostile: Kamino Invaders
Friendly: Enclave Protectors
Objective: Keep the Enemy out of the Main Lab in lockdown.

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Tags: Zlova Rue

“Uh… that’s one way to look at it, I guess.”

Despite Zlova batting most of it away with the Force, Ishani sensed that the sand was working, albeit not as well as she’d hoped. Zlova responded with rage, and began to crumble the structure around them.

With the Force Ishani seized the worst of the debris, preventing them from striking her. Hunks of metal and duracrete slammed into the floor around her, and portions of the walls were torn away, exposing them to the cold rain outside.

“You keep this up, you’ll kill us both!” Ishani shouted, unsure if her warning would even be heard over the noise, let alone heeded.

She flung the debris at the sleepy Zlova, hoping to take her down before she utterly destroyed the facility in her fury.

 

[Okera Vekra]

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Cloning Business​

The structure around her began to creak and groan as a massive force was put upon it, the sounds of alarms as it began to fail under stress. The others began to run as Okera pushed in feeling the significant presence of the force just up ahead. She came running around the corner, a pipe bursting spraying the hall with what was thankfully grey water. Soon after the fuses blew casting the section into an eerie glow of the emergency lighting. When she finally made it to the source of the presence what met her was an interesting sight.

Besides the shattered glass, crumpled machinery and general detritus, ahead of her was Ishani, the one she had met in the land of the dead. Opposite them was a red-skinned Twi'lek with black markings, they were the ones pulling the structure apart.
"You keep this up, you'll kill us both!" Ishani pleaded to the Twi'lek, and the woman was right. If no one stopped them soon the whole section would come down taking the three of them with it. So Okera did what was sensible in the situation and fired two stun shots into the back of the Twi'lek. Regardless of who was on which side the Twi'lek had lost control of themselves, continuing with this fury would not only damage her body but also the obvious issue of falling into a raging storm.
"Would you kindly, Stand down!" Even if the two shots didn't down them, it would be enough to draw their attention. Pulling a little bit from her own powers compelling the Twi'lek to do as Okera said.
"Best we leave before we sink. Ishani start running that way!" Regardless of the outcome Okera would ensure the twi'lek got out as well

Ishana Pavanos | Zlova Rue

Love is our strength, love is our shield and blade

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[Zlova Rue]

Kill them both? No lightsaber. No appreciation for living like there was no tomorrow. No outlandish claims, monologues, or inane prattle. Now, the woman was trying to appeal to Zlova's sense of self-preservation while seemingly consumed by rage? Under different circumstances the Twi'lek would have sought to incapacitate the other woman to haul her off and train her in ways her current (or former) Master hadn't.

Would have, except someone else decided to step in on her behalf. How painfully Jedi of them.

The force of the impact slammed into her back. The electric tingle of the stun shots sizzled over her exposed flesh. Zlova, however, didn't wade into battle naked. Far too many people had gadgets, gizmos, and their latest shiny to trust in a fair duel. Present circumstances, for instance. You never knew when a Jedi would 'help.' The shielding of her armor, however, wasn't impervious to the assault; and her growing displeasure helped with the rest.

"No." Zlova growled as she turned her head aside to catch sight of the interloper. In Sith, the Twi'lek hissed, "J'us run nzaenr kuris j'us buti sudas su." <Sith: You do not know who you are fucking with.>

Her hand, saber cradled in the web of her thumb, thrust forward as Ishani Dinn tossed a handful of dust at Zlova for a second time. This time the Force surged forward to violently heave the bothersome mix back the way it had come -- or into the next galaxy for all the red woman cared. Meanwhile, her other hand lifted and sent Force Lightning toward Okera Vekra . The trembling had stopped, but only because they wanted a more personal touch by the Sith Lord that lurked among the Mandalorians.

"Flee or die. Whatever you choose, you are not getting inside that vault."

Tag: Open | Ishani Dinn | Okera Vekra
Hostile: Kamino Invaders
Friendly: Enclave Protectors
Objective: Keep the Enemy out of the Main Lab in lockdown.

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Tags: Zlova Rue Okera Vekra

Upon hearing the voice of Okera, Ishani was both relieved and a bit annoyed. She didn’t know why the Togruta woman she had encountered in the Netherworld was here, and despite her coming to the rescue, that didn’t necessarily mean her arrival was a good thing.

To make matters worse, Zlova was still in a rage. Ishani was beginning to realize the Twi’lek was just plain insane. All her talk about “living in the moment” was leading her to engage in potentially suicidal behavior for the sake of killing Ishani.

But Ishani wasn’t about to flee, nor did she intend to die again. “I am getting in that vault,” she said. “I’ve got plans for all those cloning vats and other equipment. You will not stop me.”

Her sword vanished, returning to the pocket dimension where it was stored when not in use—and Ishani quickly retrieved an energy bow from behind her back, unleashing a volley of arrows in Zlova’s direction.

 

[Jos Krayt]

ALLIES: MANDALORIANS
ENEMIES: SITH
ENGAGING: Darth Nito | Alina Tremiru | Open
GEAR: In bio

Vienen a Verme​

The last thing the Kel Dor was expecting on his trip to Kamino was an infiltration from an unknown enemy. It was supposed to be a calm time away from the clan and the mothership, a meditative retreat to practice and clear his head. That plan went up in flames when alarms blared and the sounds of battle raged in the halls of the massive facility.

”Some peace and quiet… is that too much to ask?” Jos muttered with a sigh as he stood up from the floor of his quarters and equipped his armour. The moment his helmet slid over his features, his HUD came to life with details and reports. The details mentioned Mawites for the most part, but the ripples in the Force told him that something bigger was afoot. Sadly he was going to have to figure it out himself.

Taking his wooden staff, the Kel Dor calmly marched out of the room and towards the carnage with no hesitation or a hint of fear.

Only a spectacular irritation that emanated from him as the thumping of his boots were followed by the clicks of his staff against the floor. He didn’t have to look far or hard to find the infiltrators in the facility. In a hallway was a unit accompanied by a great foe, while a woman appeared on a security feed in the corner of his HUD. ”Let’s make this interesting.” With a click of a button on his vambrace, a series of blast doors would lead the woman to his location as he raised his staff towards the brute ahead of him.

”My brother in the Force, I would highly suggest you turn around and get off the planet.”

His expressionless visor watched the man and his troops carefully as he drew the Force through himself and his staff, patiently waiting to see their reaction to his sudden appearance. While their motives were still unknown, it didn't take a genius to figure that they were after the cloning technology of the facility.

 

[Kalzok]

Allies: Sith
Enemies: Mandalorians

Spoiler: Disguise

Image Credit: Todd Ulrich on ArtStation

Deathfire.

Flame and pain.

He could remember nothing. Identity. Reality. Past and future. All were a swirling mess of mists in the mind's eye.

Mists...

Yes, he remembered. The mists of... some place or another. Healing magic. He had to go there for... something. Damage to his body, long ago.

Damage...

He remembered the fiery inferno. Recent. Pain again. Shot through the mist like a blade slicing air. The mist parted, revealing an image in the oblivion of dreamless sleep. He saw the faces of those that died. Those he knew, and the millions who did not.

Kalzok's eyes opened, sickly yellow orbs shining out from a stasis pod tucked far to one corner of the transport. The pattering sounds of rain outside filtered into his ears.

His body felt... weird. Magical wards, enchanted masks, paper talismans covering his body, sealing his soul into his body and chaining it while the dark spells used to reform his body took their toll. His senses were numb, except, again, for his hearing. The rain... and the soft footsteps, the tapping and whispering of a voice off to one side.

A rush of adrenaline cleared his senses. Alert, his nerves raw and taut.

Intruder, a single voice cut through the fog of his addled mind, hollow and dull.

Almost magically sealed inside his new armour, he extended his senses outward with The Force and felt the presence of Siv Dragr . Not a Sith. An intruder on this ship.

From his alcove hidden in a corner of the ship, the Thaumaturge silently floated out of his containment cell, his ragged robes dangling in the draft let in by the infiltrating Mandalorian and the wind whistling through the holes in the hull. A corner of his mind noted that he had to do little to adjust his armor for... for some reason. Why was he here? His mind was still bruised and dulled by the chemicals and his injuries.

Neutralise threat.

Almost instinctually, as he floated towards the Mandalorian from the rear of the shuttle, he tried to reach out with his power. A Force Wounding power of his own device, so ingrained in his muscles he could use it even in this fugue state. If he continued, the Mandalorian would feel a gradual rising ache and nausea in his body, a slight discomfort at first, then a growing pain over the course of minutes as his internal organs were 'massaged' by the Force.

After barely a second though, he stopped. The Mandalorian would be slightly weakened in the few seconds, yes, but not enough. Kalzok let go, his mind clearing, and used the Force to instead wrench free and fling the nearest sharp objects, a box of tools left unattended in the transport, at the Mandalorian hunched over the cockpit as a miniature maelstrom of sharp objects. As the ball of pain soared from Kalzok to the Mandalorian, Kalzok opened his mind fully and unleashed lightning from his eyes.

 

[Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra]

Allies: Sith
Enemies: Mandalorians

Spoiler: Disguise

Image Credit: sXeven on DeviantArt

From the perimeter of the expanding battle, Anthysius had stalked across the higher catwalks and towers of the facility. Uncharacteristically cloaked in garb that would pass for a Maw assassin, Anthysius was tasked by Alina Tremiru with assisting Darth Strosius 's unit from afar, neutralising threats from other directions. The Sith scion was about to plot a course to, quite literally, jump Volo Dragr , but he spotted another problem. A Mandalorian in black, Gwyneira Vizsla Force jumping onto a nearby vantage point, gun at the ready and aiming at Alisteri's force.

Anthysius involuntarily bristled at the pretension of the jumped-up mercenaries using the Force, before clearing his mind. He needed to be in the head of a Mawite if he did not want to give up the operation.

Slowly, Anthysius crept toward the Mandalorian, his SIF-7 Minos Particle Beam blaster in one hand. A replacement, and it felt wrong in his palm, but perhaps that was the unusual gloves.

When he felt he was close enough, he aimed and fired at the Mandalorian from behind, simultaneously using his other hand to Force Push her off the platform.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"Oh?"

The amused tone sent a shiver up Gom's spine. The door before them slammed shut, covered with a blast door of all things. The Sangnir set a hand against the metal, curiously pressing her weight against it. Her strength. Metal groaned, but refused to shift. Her gaze shifted. Another door closed. The one behind them closed. The one to the left stayed suspiciously open.

"Seems someone wants to meet us."

"W.. What? Are you- We should find another way, right?" Panic filled his heart as Alina made her way to the open door. She just smiled that fanged smile, turning her golden gaze to the already fearful Kimonian.

"It would be rude not to answer a summons, don't you think Gom?"

The Kimonian gulped, but followed after her. He had no hope to escape without her.

Jos Krayt | Darth Nito

 

[Targus Sainze]

Allies: Mandalorians, Jos Krayt
Enemies: Sith, Alina Tremiru , Darth Nito

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Targus had a strange relationship with Kamino, he pondered, as he dodged a blade that nearly sliced his helmet open. As with so many things, it had unusual and suspicious ties to his now fallen Clan. Rumours of artificial metallic wombs housed deep under Kamino to splice genetic legacies of Sainze warriors to create superhuman warriors, of cloned armies waiting to avenge slights to the clan, of mass-grown organ replacements. It had all been legends, of course. Nothing came to save the Sainze when they fell, he reflected bitterly, his powered gauntlets returning the favour against his assailant with a punch that cracked skull bones.

Or perhaps they did, Targus wondered, and they merely failed. Of course, he had not been there when it happened, and if there was any fragment of truth, or even chances of survival, or even genetic necromancy...

But all of that were concerns for later. Right now Targus was in the middle of a warzone fending off Mawite raiders who had so rudely interrupted his doomed quest to avenge his clan. He focussed on the present, dodging into the guard of Mawite who whiffed her strike, pulling out one of his pistols and blowing a hole through her guts.

Stalking the halls of the facility, Targus had ambushed and killed several small groups of Maw warriors. Lower-ranking grunts, of course. They were ill-prepared and badly-armed, he reflected, as he parried a strike from the last warrior with his arm and used the other to stick a dagger in his ribs, again and again.

The body slumped to the floor, joining the other two other, their blood pooling across the shining, transparent floor of the passageway. Below was a dizzying abyss of glowing genetic repositories. What did the Maw want? Targus pondered, moving on through the facility. Gunfire and the sound of lightsabers slicing metal echoed down the halls, but Targus was not interested in tangling in another melee. No, he wanted to get out and up, to get a good understanding of the situation. He had been a private visitor on Kamino for days before the attack, and he was not linked into the comms frequencies of the relieving Mandalorian forces or the security already stationed here.

Targus thundered down the halls, taking a shortcut past some tight, blindingly white hallways, his armour almost a shameful grey in comparison. As he squeezed out of the shortcut and barrelled past an automatic door, the blast door several feet ahead that led out into the rain slammed shut. The sound of slamming doors echoed down the hallway, and Targus looked up and down the hall. Far ahead on one side were two figures. At this distance all he could tell was that one was Kaminoan. The pair began to approach him and he stood to face them, Hand Cannon in one hand and Magnetic Revolver in the other. He had no idea what their intentions were, but he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Spoiler: rough map

dotted line means there's more passageway before they reach Jos Krayt and Darth Nito but i just abstracted it

 

[Okera Vekra]

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Cloning Business​

Watching the woman take the hit, the shot dispersing across the armour, Okera let her rifle down and away.
"No, I really don't. Old habits die hard though vod. You keep going you'll take down the whole platform." Okera had never learned or spoken sith when she was alive, nor did she realise that at that moment she was speaking it. Her patron had given her many gifts in this corporeal form, many that she didn't know about. Wielding the force though was something she knew very well. As the bolt came in her sabre came up into their hand, a blade of amber light, shield taking the first of the hit, using the sabre to get forward and push the Twi'lek back.

Of course, no situation could be clear-cut and simple.
"Flee or die. Whatever you choose, you are not getting inside that vault." The red Twi'lek challenged, glancing between the both of them.
"I am getting in that vault," was Ishani's reply "I've got plans for all those cloning vats and other equipment. You will not stop me." of fucking course.
"Yes and what exactly is your group going to do with a clone army? I believe I mentioned that I was a soldier, guess what I served with clones of Jango Fett. Not that you'll know who that is but they were all a ply from a monster called Sidious, you know what he did with them? Slaughter my wife, kill my friends, and genocide or enslave trillions of people. That will not happen again" That was her deal, to stop that, to end Sidious and save so many. On the surface, she was just saving Aayla but in truth, she was saving a galaxy and all for a thousand years of service. Looking at the Twi'lek
"Cin vhetin, or Parlay if you will. Ishani I will not let the sith build another army. You are not getting inside that vault." Clones were force capable, an anomaly that wasn't noticed for a long time but some were able to wield it and all from a non-wielder bloodline. From a force user though, well nearly all would be able to wield it. So Okera moved to be beside the Red Twi'lek hopefully coming to an understanding of them being on the same side.

Ishana Pavanos | Zlova Rue

Love is our strength, love is our shield and blade

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[Darth Nito]

"My brother in the Force, I would highly suggest you turn around and get off the planet."​

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Nito didn't stop - nor did he even hesitate at the words of advice. Instead he continued to walk towards Jos Krayt as his greatsaber ignited - nearly twice as large as a traditional lightsaber, with a hilt the size of a man's arm. It roared to life, steaming as the mist and rain tried to deter it only to face the inhumane heat of plasma. While the rest of his squad expertly began to clear nearby rooms of data, personnel, and threats - Nito focused on the first challenge to his presence.​

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His blade came down, backed by the durasteel under Nito's feet - his stance bringing the very strength of the structure down upon Jos. He blows were fast and heavy - like a heavily modified smuggling freighter, slamming surgically against the opponent before him as Nito finally spoke from behind the mask;​

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"Has that ever worked?", before following it with a heavy tepe against the Force Master's solar plexus.​

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"My purpose is war and my nature is conquest - don't think to insult me with hyperbolic charity."​

 

[Ishani Dinn]

"Ishani I will not let the Sith build another army. You are not getting inside that vault."

The Togruta moved towards the Twi'lek once she understood the situation better. Ishani had absolutely expected this to happen, but it was an annoyance all the same.

"Then pick a side and stay there." Ishani pointed her energy bow toward Okera. Given that the Togruta was a ghost, she wasn't sure whether her weapons would hurt her or just pass right through her harmlessly. Zlova also continued to pose a problem, though the Twi'lek still had Arc's sleeping sand in her system. There was no telling how long she'd be able to last with the drowsiness closing in.

Okera Vekra Zlova Rue​

 

[Lycia]

Cloning Business
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Lycia was an unstopable force, blaster fire snapping past her as she darted easily between them. Her axes swinging with a fury of beskar, cleaving through flesh, spraying blood and screams in her wake. These raiders had come to take what was theres, to aid the monsters of the galaxy in their goal to conquer and kill. Well Lycia was not one to give up without a fight, saving the galaxy was more of a secondary compared to this.
The blood, the red mist, that unmachable adrenalin of the threat and the kill. The Werewolf moved through with no quarter, they should have given up long ago, and it's always the same being tough and powerful until the first axe struck. She didn't like it when they begged, it was pittiful.
Axe coming down into the skull of a zabrak, that dumb look as she fell to her knees. Blaster fire coming for the Selonian but the body was the perfect shield, rushing the shooter and tossing him and the girl off into the storm below. Lycia looked around and growled in dissapointment that her fun was already over, at least for now.

The group continued pushing into the facility proper.
"Come at me scum!" Charging foward once more to meet anyone stupid enough to get in her way.

Open to all

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[Zlova Rue]

Violet blades flashed through the air to deflect the arrows Isani cast toward the Twi'lek. Caught between two opponents was dangerous ground in battle, especially with both sporting ranged weaponry. Not that Zlova was about to cede this ground to them. It was the risk of death that excited her. Death was inevitable. Dying well was something you earned.

Then Zlova snorted. Parlay. To think Okera would try plying that before a Sith Lord! Begrudgingly, however, the situation did warrant appearing to recognize such a legal maneuver. Ishani seemed to be the only one trying to break into the vault... if Okera's words could be believed. Which was a stretch. Words were cheap.

"Kill her." Zlova spared Okera a glance with her golden eye. "Defend this line by destroying the enemy." If they knocked the woman out or she fled then those were nice outs for Ishani, but the Twi'lek aimed to cut her down on the spot. The Jedi would probably disagree. They usually did. They were dreadfully foolish in that regard -- which was why the Sith always returned. So many of them failed to realize the truth of situations like these -- you either killed the enemy, or they lived to revisit your failures upon you.

Worse, now Zlova had an 'ally' going all out wasn't possible. Okera would be leaping and dancing about in the line of fine; and as much as Zlova hadn't developed a soft spot because someone was allied or part of the Enclave, the Mandalorians would gripe about killing one's ally in battle.

One of the violet blades snapped off as Zlova lifted her forearm before her. Lips pulled back to reveal her teeth as the tattoos of her arm began to glow bright red. Oh, the agony was unlike anything a Jedi had ever felt. They liked to claim they endured torment with a cheerful disposition, but only because they'd never felt true pain. Zlova hadn't been brought up coddled in that fashion. If Zlova couldn't drawn on the Force to remain mobile, then she'd make use of a few techniques at her disposal to try and counter the sand's effects.

"Make sure to tell your Master Rue says hello," Zlova snarled as she darted toward Ishani with both sabers in hand.

Tag: Ishani Dinn | Okera Vekra
Hostile: Kamino Invaders
Friendly: Enclave Protectors
Objective: Keep the Enemy out of the Main Lab in lockdown.

 

[Okera Vekra]

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Cloning Business​

Well this was a little awkward but hey at least now things were settled it would be easier... no not likely.
"In my defense they were trying to bring the place down. Also as I'm sure you're aware I only just got back." She'd elaborate later to the twi'lek for now Okera had her target, protect the vault and ensure that the sith didn't get access to cloning tech.
"Kill her." Yeah no shit. Okera considered her options, looking down at the water under Ishanis feet, fighting with her saber would just get her in the Twi'leks way. They'd already pissed them off enough, no need to make things worse.
Ishani leveled the bow with a hint of uncertainty, Okera had an energy shield and a lightsabre so what they intended to do was unsure. To counter though Okera had several options, including the slug thrower on her back hip. However, the Togruta subscribed to simplicity, reaching into the force and sending a bolt of arching energy down towards the floor. As much as the energy was drawn from the force, the way the lightning behaved was very much grounded in phyiscs. So electrifying the water under Ishani's feet would definetly give the woman a shock, no pun intended.
"It's more difficult the second time. I warned you about seeking destruction and power at the suffering of others. I do recal you saying you were not interested in extremes, yet here you are seeking an army"

Ishana Pavanos | Zlova Rue

Love is our strength, love is our shield and blade

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[Volo Dragr]

H U N T E R
OBJECTIVE : Pursue Justice | Defend Kamino
GEAR : Atiniir'gam | I'dadr | ENCL-21 Ra'ntisr Heavy Blaster Pistol
ALLIES : Siv Dragr
OPPONENTS : Darth Strosius

"I'll get back to you on that."

And all Siv heard, before the transmission cut out entirely, was the distinctive crackle of Force Lightning. While Volo certainly heard the mockery of the blade wielder ahead of him, it hardly left any impression of the man in the armour. Nor did the lightning. He had faith in his armour, faith in the technology.

Surely enough, though the Mechamiri Pack didn't ward off the lightning entirely, what was left crackled attracted itself to the Beskar, and glided harmlessly through it... only to be dissipated by the Trakar plating beneath. Volo had to admit, it was a smart move, though the lightning may have been a better tactic had the force wielder launched it before he leapt.

If he had, Volo might never have been able to predict where his body would be. His body might not have turned, and the lightsaber might not have struck his helmet and along his shoulder, and his blade might not thrusted up to try and meet the warrior's chest, and plunge through. It was a committed stab, one not easily pulled back, and so the Guildmaster chose to commit fully.

Only a moment after fully extending his arm, he retracted it and turned back on his heels, so that his left side was facing the Maw warrior. Volo didn't put much more than a moments thought into the attack. He balled his left hand into a fist, his arm moving to track the blade wielder as a gout of flame burst from the Mandalorian's vambrace. A classic technique, if inspired by the trickery the Sith had tried not a moment before.

Aiming to catch the man off guard, Volo clenched his fist again. The flame cut out, and with the last of it launched a torrent of whistling birds aimed for the warrior's center mass. With his whistling birds spent, Volo pulled back and readied his beskad again. He certainly admired the courage of the warrior, even if he lacked a certain refinement to his fighting style.

Or perhaps the savage attack was just a ploy to get the Guildmaster to lower his guard. Only time would tell.​

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