Cloudy with a Chance of Sith (GA Attack on Taloraan)

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective: Objective 3
Location: On top of the world
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Chevu Visz"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"], One Sith

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHQUUod93Ws

An engine without fuel, it sputters it's final spasm. He attacked the monster with everything he had left, the impact and the electrocution and the dislocated shoulder and the blow after blow against armor. He felt the raw ache of time creeping slowly across his chest. The tick of a heart, palpitations where they shouldn't have existed, he pushed through the inability to breath and the sweat dripping from his body. A blow met for another blow, he felt the advantage press forward as the God King gave where he formerly resisted. Until Gabriel lapped him, just the briefest slip, as the blade crawled up the other, the serpent looking for blood. And it found it, cleaving through duraplast vambrace, down through flesh and muscle and sinew and bone. The bite was lackluster as he back stepped from the attack, the exhaustion overcoming him as he staggered.

His vision blurred as he blinked and growled, shaking his head to stir himself forward. The self-serving song, echoing dully to the mindfulness of others. The sacrifice and the end of a tyrants life. It was but an arm, but it was his arm and Gabriel, while remaining relatively intact, had nothing truly left. Nothing but disregard. He thought about that Mirialan again, he thought about her children and he thought about his plans. He thought about Avalore and he thought about Meeristali. He thought about Jacen and Sarge and that fething prison cell. And then, he thought about Kiskla in the torture chambers of Panatha. And in his own way, he felt the torrent of anger. He couldn't fight it. All he could do was bite down and push, one last time.

"Piece by piece..."

Stepping forward, one last time with the distraction of an extinguished blade, he charged and planted his shoulder against the mans waist in a full sprint bash. The bronze tophat beneath him chimed in pangs of cheer, a symphony to the dance and two step. And as the force pushed through him, Gabriel put everything into the soles of his feet and muscles of his back, as he attempted to bolster himself forward in the midst of the charge. Through the silence of his growl and stern consternation, he pushed against the Sith Lord with every intent of flinging both from the tower. Jettisoned out, dual headed missile, careening into the burning city below.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Location: Space
Allies: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Darth Atrox"]
Enemies: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

"Fleet in position, my Lord" one of his officers gave his report. He appeared in a hologram. Currently, the officer was the commander of one of the two Dark Blade Dreadnought Star Destroyers under his command. "Good. We will cut off their escape paths. Regardless of what they accomplish planetside, they will not return home." so far they had come in dropships and fighter squads. Reports were coming in now and again about small engagements taking place on the ground. Perhaps it had been intended as a hit and run. Perhaps they had encountered more resistance than first expected, and perhaps they had not expected a One Sith fleet orbiting the planet.

Darth Pyrrhus, newly appointed Voice of the Dark Lord was in command of the Sith fleet above Taloraan. While his role had originally been more of an overseer, inspecting the progress made on the planet, it now quickly seemed to turn into war admiral. While it was not exactly his element, he was prepared to do his part and destroy the enemy. He was used to being in command on one ship, though he on Coruscant had commanded a group of corvettes and fighter squadrons. This was certainly different, but he welcomed the challenge.

"Lord Pyrrhus! Enemy fleet coming out of hyper space!" with a flash of anger over his eyes, he quickly turned to the same officer and then the monitors. It would appear they did come without support after all. This would not be as simple as picking off fleeing smaller vessels. "All ships to attack position. Prepare to defend" Pyrrhus calmly gave his order, revealing no trace of concern or anger. "My Lord..." the officer replied hesitantly. The hesitation came from the fact that he questioned the order of a Sith Lord. Many of his predecessors had suffered harsh fates for such actions. But he could not allow himself to remain silent, while some arrogant Sith high on power got his men killed. "They have twice our numbers. Their fleet is much greater than ours. Should we not consider retreat?"

"And abandon Taloraan to these upstarts? You are far too quick to dismiss the quality of the One Sith military. Be glad you've proven yourself competent in the past. Your reputation just saved your life. It will not save you again." he warned. "All ships to attack position. Prepare to defend." there would be no second-guessing his orders this time. Time was of the essence, and he had little to spare to discipline the officer who normally commanded the planetary fleet above Taloraan. He was both decorated and successful, hence why Pyrrhus wanted him to remain in charge of his Star Destroyer. Time would later reveal whether he should have followed his advice.

OS Fleet 1

Spoiler

1 x Wyyrlok Star Destroyer (1,300m) (Speed: 7)
1300/1300 (0ACS) 08.01

2 x Dark Blade Dreadnoughts Star Destroyer (1050m)(Speed: 7)
1050/1050 (0ACS) 06.01
1050/1050 (0ACS) 10.01

2 x Vanguard Assault Heavy Cruiser (625m)(Speed: 7)
625/625 (0ACS) 07.01
625/625 (0ACS) 09.01

1 x Talon Support Frigate (300m)(Speed: 6)
300/300 (0ACS) 07.01


2 x Viper Assault Frigate (250m)(Speed: 6)
250/250 (0ACS) 05.01
250/250 (0ACS) 09.01


2 x Razer Assault Frigate (222m)(Speed: 8)
222/222 (0ACS) 05.01
222/222 (0ACS) 05.01

1 x Dragonite Assault Corvette (100m)(Speed: 6)
100/100 (0ACS) 05.01

Total: 5994m
Losses: 0m

 

[Marcus Itera]

Location: Port 84, Taloraan City
Objective: 1 - Steal Tibanna gas, sabotage leftovers.
Allies: The Galactic Alliance - [member="Qyren Leret"]
Enemies: The One Sith

Everything was moving so quickly it took even the man's mental cybernetics a moment to process what was happening. Most of it was a blur, and his gaze swept over a few of his crew that had succumbed to nasty return fire. The air stunk of burnt flesh, sweat, and fear. It was a gnarly odor that he'd hardly ever paid attention to, or even noticed, from the isolation of his hermetically sealed armor. But now he was just a man in plain clothes with a pistol in hand and orders upon his lips. Those men had died or been injured because of him.

What would have happened if he didn't snarl at them to open fire?

"Marcus," a voice cut in, "Get moving. We've got things to do and places to be."

Miranda. The soft, feminine voice broke through his deepest musings and shoved him back into reality - hard. A blaster bolt snapped forth and slammed right into his arm. He grunted and winced, falling backwards from the projectile's momentum until he was flat on his sheb. Scorched cloth burned away until the embers died out as quickly as they'd arrived, metallic eyes tracing the trajectory to Colonel Khan. He was conscious now, eyes wide with both pain and anger until one of his crew quickly put an end to his life.

Poor man. He genuinely seemed like a nice fellow; but that could've been a ruse.

As the rest of the port authority defenders were cornered by the freshly deployed troops from the gallows of the Galleon, Marcus rose as Qyren approached. A hand sought his new wound, but it was already forming into a scab, leaving dried blood and charred synthcloth in its wake. The commando muttered a word of thanks to his mother's side of the family and turned his gaze to the indigo Jedi.

"Give us five minutes." Their entire plan was to subtly utilize free labor provided by the port itself to get this job done, and now only a few dozen tons of carbonite block remained.

With that, Marcus stormed off towards the rest of his crew. He spouted orders, directing men left and right under fire as they sprinted across the platforms with repulsorsleds in tow. Those who were more heavily armed took to pulling security and sweeping up the remnants of the defense on the western side of the platform.

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: BATTLE SITH
LOCATION: ABOVE TALORAAN CITY
ENEMIES: THE ONE SITH; [member="Darth Rapax"]; [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]
ALLIES: THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE; [member="Chevu Visz"]

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The mention of repayment didn't escape Tachon, but the familiar chill ran up his spine and next thing he knew, Chevu had thrown herself down. Now, she had the Force to help her out. She could, for lack of a better term, glide down. He was just himself. He swung to avoid the incoming lightsaber. His trousers received a nasty gash, and a sudden pain told the Iridonian he'd at least been burnt, but under less weight the grappling hook spun into gear and pulled him up fast enough to avoid getting maimed. Stormchaser was not as lucky. His wing and leg had been injured. The lightsaber swung as he flapped for balance, and he was going down. Tachon grabbed onto plumage while the Fleft-wauf struggled to gain lift, but with a broken wing the poor thing was only delaying the inevitable. The spires and rooftops of the city drew nearer and nearer. Tachon kicked off from the falling avian, and landed on a rooftop with a tumble.

Unknowingly delivering himself to a certain Sith Acolyte awaiting prey.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Hunt. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] On the roof of a Taloraan building[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [member="Darth Rapax"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] | [member="Chevu Visz"]

Konrad could see his prey, a zabrak approaching on the injured bird. He enjoyed watching people struggling, especially if they were enemies of the One Sith. As the bird and zabrak, neared his location, the zabrak parted ways with the avian, landing on the roof clumsily. Konrad made a note to himself to have one of his men to collect the falling avian once the battle was over. It was good meat going to waste if Konrad allow the bird to be forgotten plus, if he recalled correctly, Konrad remembered having some vegetarian slaves he should introduce meat to in the form of a barbecue for their hard work.

Konrad smiled, although the zabrack who was still recovering from his tumble did not see it. Konrad was going to have to do the zabrack a favour and teach him to pay attention. With a wave of his hand, Konrad harnessed to force in attempt to push the zabrack off the roof while the creature’s attention was diverted elsewhere. It was in bad taste to ignore someone who had been eagerly waiting for your arrival after all and is seems like Konrad would have to give the zabrack a lesson in manners as well. [/SIZE]

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: BATTLE SITH
LOCATION: TALORAAN ROOFTOPS
ENEMIES: [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]
ALLIES: THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE

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Tachon nearly rose to his feet, when he felt like he was being pushed. He toppled forward and rolled toward the edge of the rooftop. The involuntary sensation was very frightening, but he held on almost by the fingernails of his free hand to the edge of the roof while he hung down. His eyes finally focused to seek the cause of the disturbance. His eyes fell upon a boy in uniform, and he frowned. This was hardly what he had expected. His mind worked quickly, to the point it took his body a moment to catch up. The grappling hook that had never left his occupied hand took aim at the leg of the young Sith before him. He fired the metal claw, hoping to ensnare. If it landed, the motor would engage and the Sith would either have to stand his ground and let Tachon up, be pulled by the line toward the Iridonian, or have to find some way to cut the line. If it missed, Tachon would use the distraction to heave himself out of the immediate danger of falling. In any event, once the man was out of the fire and back into the frying pan, he brandished his blaster pistol.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Objective: Battle Sith
Location: Skies over Taloraan city
Allies: [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] [member="Graaf Zalec"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]

She could feel him licking at her heels like a roaring inferno. The Sith who had entered her mind was doggedly chasing her. From all different directions, debris came hurtling at her body, and fingers splayed, she flung it away with the Force. The two danced from building to building, using their prowess in the Force to leap to great distances over durasteel and duracrete. Chevu started to slow her pace, gathering the Force around her like a storm. Whirling on her heel, she turned to face Darth Rapax, hoping to catch him by surprise. But something else caught her attention. Something from above.

Snapping her head to the sky she saw two figures diving to the world below, and one of them was bearded with a long braid trailing after him. Oh feth, it was Gabe. She glanced at the approaching Sith and gritted her teeth. She knew that what she was about to do would make her incredibly vulnerable to his attack, but she had no choice. Crying out, Chevu extended her arms as she reached out with the Force, aiming to fasten the energy to Gabriel and pull him out of the sky in an attempt to wrest him away from his opponent. If successful, the Mirialan Knight would end the Force Pull with a levitating maneuver to soften his blow to the durasteel ground.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Atmo, breaking for space
Allies [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

He wasn’t sure what Rekha needed to talk to him about, but what he did know was that he had work to do. The thwap-thwap of the quad laser turrets were firing and collapsing the skin of the enemy fighters, but he was looking to see where he was needing most. The Coalition admiral was in the area and Coren grinned. It was good to have friends.

With Rekha on his tail, he knew he’d be doing fine, but it was a trick that he needed some information, a location to take the fight.

“Admiral, Starchaser. Where can you use us?”

 

[cheshire_kitty]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Fight the GA[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] On the roof of a Taloraan building[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [member="Darth Rapax"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] | [member="Chevu Visz"]

Konrad’s quick reaction allowed him to dodge the grappling hook that shoot up albeit, not completely. The hook aimed at his leg, ripped the lower portion of his trousers and grazed his lower leg. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Looks like this one is a quick thinker.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Konrad thought to himself. It was annoying but the zabrak was only delaying the inevitable - his defeat. With annoyed sigh, Konrad made a note to buy a new pair of trousers.

Konrad maintained his position as waited for his opponent – or victim to be sent up to him. Konrad waited too long for his future victim to arrive. Whilst he did have many force powers at the moment, he was skilled with a sword, or in this case – lightsaber. Konrad removed the lightsaber from his belt and activated it. He was ready.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]In second attempt to push the zabrak off the roof again, Konrad sent another force push in his direction once the top of his head was in sight. Simply put, the zabrak’s situation was ‘Out of the frying pan and into the fire.’ [/SIZE]

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: BATTLE SITH
LOCATION: TALORAAN ROOFTOPS
ENEMIES: [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] ; [member="Darth Rapax"]
ALLIES: THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE ; [member="Chevu Visz"]

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The grappling hook left his hand, so that avenue of scapegoating was exhausted. Since he never got on the roof, his blaster never left its place on his belt, but the Force was a difficult thing to avoid in such a compromised position. Still, he wasn't one to roll over and give up. He felt the wave of telekinesis wash over him again, and his arms strained to hold on. He needed to get a new angle. The Iridonian peered down, and saw that the wall below him was dotted with windows. After the first intense wash of the Sith's power passed and the outward motion of force had dissipated, Tachon dropped. Wind rushed past his head and he felt a chill run up and down his limbs as adrenaline coursed through his veins. He gripped onto a window sill below and with little other option, bashed the glass out with his horns.

Tachon hauled himself up into the room, just below rooftop level, and wiped his brow on his sleeve. He afforded a glance to the garment and saw a smear of blood where the glass had cut him. His breath escaped between his teeth as a hiss, and he drew his blaster. He had anticipated lightsabers. They were attacking the One Sith, after all. After talking with some seasoned soldiers of the Alliance, he had learnt that a particle beam was harder to deflect, because it splashed and burned on impact. Put simply, the blaster was blockable, but there would still be the after-effect to worry about. It was not a great advantage or a trump card, but it was something. A little unexpected trick.

The unversed Apprentice could sense the trained Acolyte. It was an instinctual thing, like the smell of blood that permeated this room. Tachon knew that the Sith could sense him too. He moved away from the windows, and then it was his turn to wait.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective: Objective 3
Location: On top of the world
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Chevu Visz"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"], One Sith

As quick as the duo fell from the sky, plummeting from the bronze tower above, they separated. Perhaps it was magnetism, perhaps it was the kick of the Sith Lord in response that sent Gabriel spinning away from him. But the fact remained that he had nothing left to resist such a thing, unable to ensure the death of the Epicanthix. The fiery chasm rushed at them with deafening silence, the fight abounding around them was but a dull dissonance of explosive disturbances rattling off against the cage. As the two men drifted further apart, Gabriel spun out of control, looking for another fleft-wauf to grip to. Maybe he could do something, but he was caught on the ice now. Spinning the steering wheel would do nothing. And just then, he felt the grip of the force around him. Soothing, warm, sporadic, it pulsed at the distance. A signal, a radio received tuned it, it pressed against him but buzzed with the distortion of interference.

He felt his fall slow, something was going on but he didn't have the depth or perception to understand it. Turning one last time, he felt the durasteel roof hit him across the back. Or maybe he had hit it first, maybe someone in this event deserved it. Bearing his teeth, he let out a growl as he pushed himself over with his right arm. His left was numb, the silent ache had turned into a boisterous thing, so loud he couldn't hear anything but the pulse in his ear. Irregular and thumping, he held the crook of the roof with his right arm and peered over, just in time to see the Voice of the Dark Lord fall into a chasm of fire and darkness. At that rate, he might fly through the whole city before stopping. Too bad, he would have liked to see the end of that man.

Turning back over onto his back, he looked up towards the sky and did something between a laugh and cough. Watching the beasts fly over, he breathed in another painful breath, resting in the dent caused by his impact. Or maybe it was the thing softening his blow, maybe it was both. Maybe he didn't really care. Maybe a few ribs were broken, maybe a few ribs were all that was left that wasn't broken. And maybe he might have spotted the Mirialan out the corner of his eye if he wasn't so busy. So busy shutting his eyes, taking a bit of a rest.

 

[Veino Garn]

Dancing with [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Darth Azurea"], somewhere in the atmosphere

Veino studied the scanners of the assailants flying along behind him. He'd clipped one, by the looks of it and the other... flickered in the Force, just briefly, but enough to be noted. Clever. This one was not like the other Sith, all rushing about in the armor and casting lightning about. Unfortunately, his mount was sensed easily enough, both on the ship's scanner and its own presence. Veino tracked it as the bird dropped down behind. There was another option, but he didn't need it.

Then the top one crashed onto his hull. Veino dropped out of his seat, losing control as the ship rocked. He threw himself back up again, catching another brief presence in the Force. Perhaps some kind of message. Well enough. He cut the thrusters, stopping the forward momentum until the the still-flying one was close enough and then he slammed them forward, sending bursts of flaming exhaust searing back towards the bird and the presumably still mounted Sith.

The metal above his head began to creak and grown, buckling. He frowned and put his helmet on, setting up a secure channel to [member="Coren Starchaser"].

"Commander," He commented, "I believe the Alliance owes me a new ship. I seem to have hit a bird."

Then he cut it off, focusing on the controls. They needed to get to the city. Or he needed a bird. Unfortunately, he'd just shot one and had hopefully just roasted the second. Now everyone would have to make sure they managed to get to the city. Unless they all wanted to enjoy a nice long fall together.

He yanked the control stick up, aiming the nose and put full power to the engines, sending the freighter screaming upwards, energy crackling across the hall as the pressure began to crack it open, tearing apart the cables.

The city grew closer, shrouded by the fogs. He really hoped they'd make it. Now if only the Sith would realize what was going on and see if they couldn't give it a little nudge, assuming they were capable of such things. An alarm blared. Fuel line was leaking and spraying out across the hall, trailing behind the ship. Hopefully it wouldn't get into the exhaust and ignite.

What a lovely day this was turning out to be.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Location: Atmo, breaking for space
Allies [member="Coren Starchaser"] @Friedich Stahlmann
Enemies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

Rekha was following and she wondered how would Coren know she wanted to talk to him when she had not mentioned it yet to him?? But these were just thoughts roaming through her head, as she tried to keep her funny little self alive, and everyone else around her that wasn't Alliance going down in flames.

So where were they headed, and how many of them were waiting, and would they make all the pretty flames in space that at the moment she wanted to see.

I fell into a burning ring of fire, I went down down down and the flames went hire, and it burned burned burned, the ring of fire, the ring of fire.

 

[Rapax]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Hunt. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Behind the his Mirialian prey[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies: [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"][/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies:[member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] [member="Chevu Visz"][/SIZE]

With a snarl of fury he changed his form with quickness into that of a deadly Tuk'ata his teeth where sharp and gaping as he used the force to increase his speed making him as fast as a speeding bullet heading towards its target. He aimed one of his horns to her before he went to do a powerful headbutt to her spine whilst she was distracted...he had another plan in mind should this back fire on him.But she has ran from him for long enough...it was high time she was destroyed ...or converted..

 

[cheshire_kitty]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Fight the GA[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] On the roof of a Taloraan building[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [member="Darth Rapax"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] | [member="Chevu Visz"]

The hunt had commenced. Konrad could sense the presence of the zabrak in the room below him. He had waited too long and did not have the patience to be kept waiting any longer by the zabrak. Konrad did not want to enter the room through conventional means. Those who were a part of the Galactic Alliance did not deserve the same amount of respect Konrad afforded to the dirt under his boots.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt] Konrad thrusted his lightsaber into the middle of the roof and cut open a hole to gain access into the room below it where the zabrak was currently located. Hopefully his blade will catch the creature by surprise and improve his appearance if even by a little.

Once the hole was completed, Konrad jumped down, lightsaber in hand and stared at the zabrak. He watched silently and waited for the creature to make the first move.[/SIZE]

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: BATTLE SITH
LOCATION: TALORAAN CITY
ENEMIES: [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] ; [member="Darth Rapax"]
ALLIES: THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE ; [member="Chevu Visz"]

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There was little that Tachon was capable of in the Force, but his senses were sharp enough to warn of impending danger. He followed his gut and got low a moment before the lightsaber blade pierced the ceiling and began cutting a hole. The Iridonian used the in-between time to roll to the other side in hopes he would position himself behind the Sith. If so, he would aim his blaster and let loose two rounds. If not, he would take a more of a quick-draw approach with wilder shots that would at least provide a distraction for the next movement. In the close quarters, with a moment to think, and with the rage building inside his veins, the Iridonian fury in him bubbled up to the top. Blaster pointed forward, Tachon engaged the Sith in a flurry of splashing bolts to provide both diversion and cover. The scattering of energy would provide enough cloak and chaff for his charge to be less noticeable. Additionally, in the dim light of this corridor, it would render the Sith flashed, unable to properly see.

Zur-Ksi didn't need to see clearly to carry out his objective. Once close enough to engage in melee combat, Tachon would focus on two objectives. Get close in, too close for the lightsaber to be effective, and get that lightsaber away from the Sith. Aside form the Force, the energy sword was the greatest threat to the Iridonian.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1po__GyQPls​

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He felt the thud of Gabriel's shoulder against his midsection only faintly, distantly, his mind still reeling from the shock of having his arm nearly hacked in twain by some upstart who wore the face of the Dark Lord's Wrath. It was quite perplexing, this talk of splitting beings and doppelgängers, for he had known that one (with enough experience and malevolence) could separate the spirit from the mortal coil, but he had never heard of splitting the spirit from itself to create an entirely new being.

Frankly it gave him new ideas.

But those ideas were momentarily lost as Vornskr continued to descend into the fiery inferno that plagued the city, the flames licking at his body as the hovering body of Gabriel became a speck against a blue sky while the edges of his vision were consumed by a hateful orange glow. He had tasted flame's kiss before on Wayland, his body still bore the scars of that confrontation with the hated [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], but nothing like this. It was as if his entire existence had been doused in flammable liquid and set aflame and the metal of his armor fused to his charred flesh, but his tortured screams were lost within the crackling of the fire and the distant drone of battle still raging.

Thankfully his body thudded against something solid, allowing him to at last crawl away from the hellfire that sought to devour him. Sadly, he could only use his left hand to haul his smoldering body out from the wreckage of his ruin, but the pain that afflicted his ever sense lent him strength of will to escape and survive. But more importantly, it gave him the conviction to seek revenge against this Gabriel, this man who looked like [member="Reverance"]. And this mangled arm would not serve him properly any longer, and once he was free of the fire's hateful embrace he forcefully sundered the last smidgen of flesh and bone that connected it to his now fully cauterized stump.

However; such a remnant of his flesh would not go to waste, and invoking the dark majesty of the Dark Side to heed his commands he began to transmogrify his severed arm into a twisted amalgamation of flesh and armor. The skin turned black as coal, and solidified like dull obsidian while his fingers became sharp as daggers and took on a monstrous talon-like appearance. The transformation complete, Vornskr brutally grafted his new limb onto his stump by first tearing away the cauterized tissue and allowing the limb to infuse with his flesh through the twisted application of Sith Alchemy on his own body. Finally the bond was solidified and Vornskr tested his new appendage by flexing the digits and then calling forth his lightsaber from where it had fallen after tumbling from his grip and off the side of the tower.

He growled, "Next time, Gabriel. You will know suffering incomprehensible, this I swear!"

[member="The Revenant"]

 

[cheshire_kitty]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Fight the GA[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Talorran[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [member="Darth Rapax"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] | [member="Chevu Visz"]

Konrad scoffed at the zabrak’s blaster bolts as he deflected them with ease. However, Konrad underestimated his opponent, the zabrak’s blaster bolts had splashed and burned on impact. Luckily for Konrad, his uniform covered most of his body so he had yet to suffer any damage but the longer the battle lasted, the more holes the resulting splashes would form more holes in his uniform, leaving his skin open to burns.

“Kark,” Konrad uttered under his breath. It seemed like he would not only need a new pair of trousers but a new set of uniform as well. What a pain.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Although the lighting was limited, Konrad was able to sense the zabrak’s approximate direction and proceeded to shoot several bolts of lightning in that direction in varying distances in attempt to hit the creature. The zabrak deserved severe punishment for causing damage to his uniform.[/SIZE]

 

[EmKay]

OBJECTIVE: BATTLE SITH
LOCATION: TALORAAN CITY
ENEMIES: [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] ; [member="Darth Rapax"]
ALLIES: THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE ; [member="Chevu Visz"]

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While he ran, Tachon was starting to realise that his feelings were heightening the more into battle he got. He could feel the wobble of energy as the Sith drew upon it, and he steeled his nerves for whatever was to come. The crackle of electricity surged through the air. Two bolts past him, a third hitting him in the gut. The wind was knocked out of the Iridonian and his body wanted to convulse from the shock, but he let out his pain and frustration as a low roar through his teeth and he used his body's own reflex to launch himself at the Sith. He wouldn't be taken down and subdued, he had a greater will than that. Still, his charge fell short.

Zur-Ksi spent half a moment on the ground, then spun himself to both avoid any oncoming lightsaber attacks and to reposition himself. The last of the Acolyte's lightning dissipated from within and without him, and oddly enough Tachon felt charged. He swept his leg at the Sith's, then used the time of either the Acolyte being downed or avoiding the balance-hindering attack to draw a knife from his boot. Keeping close, he took a swing and a jab at the Sith.

 

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[SIZE=9pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Fight the GA[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Talorran[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [member="Darth Rapax"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"] | [member="Chevu Visz"]

The Zabrak swept his leg in attempt to knock down Konrad however, Konrad quickly jumped backwards and avoided the attack. Unfortunately, the speed of his retreat caused Konrad to lose some of his balance. The Zabrak seeing this opportunity, swung his arm, knife in hand Konrad. The knife slashed Konrad’s right arm – his non lightsaber wielding arm, causing warm, crimson blood to ooze out of the broken skin.

Konrad quickly moved backwards a bit more then shot a Force Push at the Zabrak followed by a few more bolts of lightning in retaliation. Konrad quickly tore the sleeve of his bloodstained coat and shirt under it off from where the Zabrak cut it then proceeded to examine his wound while the Zabrak responded to his attacks.

Fortunately, the wound was not a deep one but it was more than just a scratch. The wound around the circumference of his arm was approximately 5 centimetres in length and half a centimetre deep. With the torn off sleeve of his coat, Konrad tied it tightly – but not too tight, he did not want to restrict the flow of blood to his arm potentially causing nerve damage to it, to the wound to slow the bleeding.[/SIZE]