Campaign Dawn of the Plasma Wars [NEO-RNR]

[Droz Munin]

[ Theme ]
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D r o z _ M u n i n

| Location | Foundation Staging Area, Naboo​

| Objective | Pillage and BURN​

| Focus | Zhea Nox ​

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Droz's helmet collided with the staff as he growled in annoyance, hoping his beskar helmet would have found soft flesh and bone. Instead, it clanged off the front of his helmet, followed swiftly by the feeling of the Jedi's foot to his gut, shoving him away. His legs were braced as he steadied himself, stumbling back only slightly.​

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The flash of blue came for his neck as he immediately shifted his body to avoid the incoming lightsaber, tilting his head so that the blade whizzed mere centimeters from his helmet. One knee fell to the ground as he was in a low position, one blade swinging for her torso while the other went to try and slash at her feet in a sweeping motion. ​

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He may be old, but in a culture where they were expected to die young on a regular basis, he was all the more dangerous and skilled given his years.​

 

[Thayze Montserrat]

|| DAWN OF THE PLASMA WARS ||
Head in the Clouds - Chapter 1

OUTFIT: Bespoke Jedi Armor
ALLIES: Lorn Reingard
ENEMIES: Ninurta Slaabur'r

Spoiler: THEME

PALACE COURTYARD, ROYAL PALACE OF THEED, NABOO

Just when Thayze was about to make the move towards the creature, it seems that Lorn noticed his whereabouts and decided to send a couple of his Vanguard his way. It stopped Thayze on his track for a moment. Chit. The Vanguard’s movement could warn the Mandalorian Rider of his whereabouts. He just hopes that the barrage of blasters Lorn’s snipers are peppering the rider is enough to distract him from his flank.

Before anything more can transpire however, the Mandalorian dropped cargos with more creatures inside. Creatures that Naboo armed forces were not trained to take on. Lorn and his Vanguard has shifted their focus from the rider to the beasts, meaning the rider now has a free reign to wreck havoc in the Palace Courtyard and more. He has to be stopped. I have to stop him.

“Take on the incoming beasts, occupy them enough so I can take the rider!” he told the Vanguard his gameplan.

“But…”

“No but, we don’t have time!” Thayze shouts as he pointed at the charging Akk Dogs. Having no other choices, the Vanguard focuses their fire on the feral beasts, while Thayze moves closer towards the creature and his rider. Just as he was making his stride, a Pygmy Rancor charged from his flank, which Thayze narrowly dodged by instinct. One more obstacle in his way, it seems.

Thayze ignited his cyan lightsaber, standing a couple of meters from the Pygmy Rancor. The Rancor took another charge towards the Padawan, while he stayed put for another second. He tapped into the Force, reaching for one particular soul. The Kwi. He is not sure if such creatures can even be reached by the Force, but he was captivated by him from his first look, he gotta try. “Watch this…” he said to the Kwi, as he took his stride towards the charging Pygmy Rancor, rolling forward under the beast’s claw attack while driving his cyan lightsaber on its right leg.

To capture the king, you gotta dominate the pawns.​

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[Valerian Calore]

Tag: Lily Decoria

Valerian laughed again at her words, but it wasn't the amusement he held before, lacking the mocking derision from before. This time, there was a modicum of respect in his laugh, and once again he sized up the Jedi in front of him.

"You are young but you have fire, that's good. So many of your kind lack passion." He went silent then, and for a few heartbeats he was still, looking at the young woman as he pondered how he'd engage her. Blasters were often pointless against Jedi, so his only choices were blade and fist, and all the tools that came equipped within his vambraces.

His mind calmed, and his shoulders tensed as he prepared for combat. The grip he had on the lightsaber tightened, two handed, like would his beskade, and ignited the weapon, revealing a brilliant yellow blade. Once a trophy to his father and grandfather, the lightsaber that Valerian wielded was now as apart of him as his own armor, deadly, reliable, graceful, elegant in a way, but the way that he used it was anything but.

"If you hesitate, I'll kill you." He spoke the words as fact, like he'd knew that what he said could not be challenged by any man or woman in the universe; then he advanced, closing the distance between them with a single dash. There was no toying with her, no going easy or holding back for the sake of a good bout, this was war, and she was his foe.

The first strike went high toward her neck, a prod at her defense, a test to see how she reacted as he twisted around toward her side to launch a second strike toward her midsection. Valerian was more than happy to take the lead in their dance, offering her a plethora of strikes to after the first pair: trying to force her into falling into his flow of combat, making her adapt to his pace, circling her like a wolf as he struck out.

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Naboo Royal Palace
Interacting with: Lysander von Ascania Goren Montross

To be honest, Sibylla hadn't had any direct interaction with any Jedi or Force user before, and there was nothing beyond cordial greetings and introductions to one or two during official Royal events with the Queen. Her time and focus were on regional political events and sessions, which rarely had to deal with any Jedi interaction or intervention as it would on a larger galactical scale.

So, seeing the fight flash before her eyes between the Jedi and the Mandalorian was startling, but the young representative knew she couldn't drop her attention. At least, the single bolt she provided as a distraction worked.

As Lysander turned to her, Sibylla blinked, caught off guard by his sudden humor -- and wait, how young was he?! It appeared that the weight of the situation hadn't dulled his wit.

"You almost shot me back there!" he said with a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Lightening serious moments had become a specialty of his. "But thank you, anyway,"

"You should thank Shiraya then that it was almost." She quipped back, the corner of her mouth twitching upward in humor that could only be born out of a need for survival. A nod and a flurry of fingers would beckon the jedi to follow her. "Well, I normally object but I doubt that our invadors would be keen on hearing my decisive remarks on why they should abort their raid." she added with wry humor, rushing along the corridor as she led him, grabbing her long skirt to help in moving quicker.

As Lysander cleared the path with summoned debris, she darted forward, her mind frantically searching for escape routes. But then, a sudden voice, rich with a mocking lilt, shattered the tense silence, catching her off guard.

" It is rather impolite to hurl debris at visiting tourists. I have not even completed the entire tour, and now you intend to leave me behind. I shall personally bring this matter of injustice to the attention of the Queen once we have captured her "

The words were chilling, and when she turned, she saw the figure of a Mandalorian, his laughter taunting them as it ran through the corridors. He was a towering figure, clad in menacing armor, his eyes hidden behind a T-shaped visor. Sibylla froze, her heart hammering, only to then tighten her grip on the blaster in her hands, her eyes narrowing at the tall brute in armor.

Not that she had much choice in the matter for what came next, as a volley of blaster bolts from the Mandalorian's carbine came blasting down the hall. The sudden attack caught Sibylla off guard, her expression a mix of shock and alarm. She immediately ducked for cover, her lack of training in blaster fights becoming painfully evident.

HEr mind raced, looking around, while there was plenty of debris, she knew the palace layout like the back of her hand. Glancing at the Jedi, she told him, "come on! I know a way to get out of here!"

That is if they were able to get away from the Mandalorian.

 

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Shiraya's Sanctuary heading to Refinery
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Cross guard Lightsaber and Hydrangea Moonblade and Echani Shield
Tag: Valerian Calore

She could note the change in his body language, the way that it shifted from the patronizing tone into one that held a little more respect and intrigue in her. Of course, she was a warrior and wore such attitude on her sleeve. That was a trait that would always appeal to a Mandalorian and she knew that her skills would always back her words. She survived the worst of the Sith and she trained herself to be in constant peak physical fitness. Even when she had been a former prisoner of the Mandalorian Enclave, she was more able to fight than others would have been.

"Clearly you misunderstand most of the Jedi you meet then." Lily stated dryly. She watched his mind whirl with thoughts on how to approach fighting her. It was clear that he was discounting several ideas because he knew she would outmatch him in those regards. It was a smart tactic and Lily knew that Mandalorians wore vambraces with many tools in fighting Jedi. However, they were tricks and effective mostly in surprise. The longer they fought, the worst the odds were going to be for him.

The ignition of a Lightsaber had been a surprise since Lily knew the use of the Force and Jedi weapons were sometimes highly controversial ideologies and against the Mandalorian code. It was a messy affair and she had no idea what this Mandalorian believed. However, she knew there was unlikely to be the graceful techniques in combat that the Jedi held when fighting with the Lightsaber. His claim to kill her if she hesitated had her chuckling. Lily was not someone who backed down from a fight and she would never hesitate in dispatching an opponent when necessary.

"Seems you continue to misunderstand my kind."

Lily blocked the strikes to her solidly. Demonstrating her speed, natural strength and skills with the Lightsaber. She was sharp and her eyes were studying his movements. Lily wasn't putting herself on the defensive because she felt afraid or concerned about fighting the Mandalorian. Instead, this was the best way she could learn her opponent, read his body and understand the way his body moved in combat. It was allowing her time to study the shifting of his weight to quickly plan her counter attack and expose how easily she had assessed this warrior.

For now, she continued to play into the defensive role, parrying, blocking and dodging the attacks as Lily let this Mandalorian reveal everything he knew to do with the Lightsaber in his hand.

 

[Armel]

Naboo

Armel's blaster immediately pointed at Mal along with the other Crusaders.

"Deal! Deal! I don't even like Naboo, I'm just here for the glory."

Damn, was it that easy? He turned his head to the other Crusaders who gave him equally blank looks. Armel was no wonder recruiter, the only reason he joined was because he didn't exactly fancy going back to being a slave. He figured the rest of the Crusaders with him had been in the same boat.

Maybe it was that easy.

As Armel took another step forward the adrenaline in his body slowly began to drain and he crumbled under his injuries. Landing on both knees he let out deep ragged breaths, was the rib break worse than he thought? Punctured lung perhaps. He tore off his helmet showing off his pink skin and weathered face. Blood and sweat dripped from his brow.

"I thought you'd have more fight..." he said, his words slightly slurred. One of the Crusaders ran over to him and begun applying first aid,

"You'd have been a real schutta to put down if you stayed hiding..."

Armel grimaced as the Crusader jabbed a stim into his arm and his breaths slowly started to settle, next his shoulder was bandaged up.

"But. I know for sure it weren't your voice I heard calling out before." the expression on his face was twinged with hatred, he'd never been beat this bad before by anyone.

Rising back to his feet he limped away from the medic who was about to start work on his ribs and towards the Ssi-ruu, blaster raised. The stim started to do its work, not healing of course, just supressing the pain, his body was as battered and worn as before. It was only a temporary respite.

"Wherever you are wayward sibling you better come out. Or I'll fry your lizard pal like we do Drexl on Dxun."

Stevru Klamat Ma'lur'kek'thwin
Do what you want with the NPCs

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[Briana Sal-Soren]

PUT UP, OR SHUT UP​

Her gambit worked—at least partially.

The strength she'd put behind the Force blast did its job, sending the Mandalorian warrior tumbling back from his war droid, but the space to appreciate whatever upper hand she might of momentarily gained, was lost the second she felt the grappling line of his vambrace coil like a serpent around her leg and yanked her downward, hard.

Briana's body jerked, lightsaber flinging from her hand from the force of her opponents strength; like any true Mandalorian warrior, he was wasting no time to capitalize on a counterattack, using that momentum of gravity to close the distance between them. Milliseconds existed in that space, hardly enough time for her to strategize and figure a way out of the predicament.

His beskad collided into her midsection, but her armor held — thank Shiraya, it held — the utility of her suits design strong enough to keep the blade from biting directly into her flesh, even as it peeled away several of the protective layers. But the impact and sheer force behind the strength of his swing drove the air from of her lungs. Pain lanced through her body, radiating outward from the point of impact like wildfire, her ribs screamed, and her vision momentarily swam.

Through the edges of her pain and the hot adrenaline pouring into her veins, Briana forced her mind to cooperate. If he struck the same place again, she didn't know if she'd be getting back up. Briana grit her teeth as her body hit the ground, but she wouldn't — couldn't — stop moving.

Reaching for the Force, Briana pulled those tendrils of light and life into herself, effectively suppressing and dulling the worst of the agony and rolling out from beneath his shadow. Flicking her wrist, she used the spring loaded blade from her gauntlet to smash at the cord until it released her leg and promptly leapt onto her feet and backwards.

Her saber was still out of reach, but she wasn't defenseless.

The basilisk breaching the palace walls had littered the once pristine hallway with various bits of debris scattered across the floor. Now, that destruction could be used as an advantage.

She threw out her hand, the Force answering her call.

Chunks of broken stone lurched from off the ground, weightless for half a second before she sent them hurtling forward—jagged rubble surging straight for him in the hopes of, if not burying him, then putting some much needed space between them.

OUTFIT: XoXo | TAG: Vreegan Fett | EQUIPMENT: Astor's Blade, Lightsaber, EchoStone

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[Echo Athoth]

Theed
Tags: Spayyghen , Toby Perris

Echo Athoth's Locket, Epo-1 Interceptor
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“Oops,” he said with a mildly cheeky shrug, “I hope I don’t get billed for that.”

"Lives over structures, even if they're beautiful," Echo noted. "You can rebuild palaces, but flesh is more complicated to replace."

And they were going to have to rebuild a fair amount. Already the damage was considerable. It was time to nip it in the bud. The Ogemite woman strode forward, using the Force to pull tiles along with her that had been dislodged by the ongoing destruction, which she hurled towards the heads of the Wookiee warriors. It would provide ample cover for her as she struck at the men following Spayyghen. Her blade moved with speed and grace, both the sea and the storm together in tandem. She was aiming to slice their weapons apart, recognizing the immediate threat of the bowcasters. She would aim to disarm the closest three in one single stroke of her blue blade.

 

[Spayyghen]

Echo Athoth Toby Perris ​

He growled menacingly, his fangs exposed and foam escaping from his mouth due to the adrenaline surging within him.

<<< GRRRRR... >>> he said, as the two metal quarrel from his assault bowcaster were deflected by Toby Perris with the assistance of the force, striking a nearby wall and resulting in two minor explosions as noticable cracks started to form.

Spayyghen preferred brute strength to strategy, which led him to place the Assault Bowcaster in its custom holster behind him for the time being. This allowed for a quick draw at a moment's notice during the engagement, as he then utilized his elongated, slender arms to seize a statue of Queen Kalantha positioned in the hallway.

With a powerful roar that reverberated through the corridor <<< AGGORORORORAHAHAH !!!! >>>, he hurled the statue at Toby Perris before picking up speed into a full charge from behind it, with beskar-coated Ryyk blade raised fully in the air to strike a critical blow at the man's abdomen.

The fleeting movement of Echo Athoth was not lost to him, as they seamlessly merged with the surroundings, aiming to intercept and disable the Wookiee Warriors alongside him to reduce the enemy forces in order to make it a fair fight.

However, they were determined to resist, attempting to unleash their formidable firepower as floor tile after tile slammed into them. Some were incapacitated due to head trauma, while many others fell victim to the lethal arc of the lightsaber as its plasma blade cut through them.

 

[Arkhias]

Nelliel Kryze ​

<<Basilean-XI, solo engagement. Squad inop. Targeting lead MNV-52, southbound. Twelve o'clock.>>

He watched as the Beviin caught the air currents, twisting through the zephyr-currents as the squadron scattered through the air. Sparks blown off of a beskad enforged, hunter-killers starving for a new carrion to feed upon.

How he missed his Striker.

The air-masked pumped stabilized air into her system. Kaleesh of ages past wore masks of bone and ivory to war, he was a warrior of a new age. A skylord with a helm of betaplast and hope.

He would not let fear rule him.

Breaking from the tumble, the MNV-52 redirected itself to begin approaching the N1 direct. A charging bull-rancor, blaster cannons screaming into the air – reaping through. A reflective shot punched against the hull of the N1 and trembled the ship.

<<Fox Two, Fox Two.>> Collected, calm he released the payload.

Two proton torpedoes roared from the N1, direct intercept course with the Mando-fighter.

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[Lysander von Ascania]

Tags: Goren Montross Sibylla Abrantes
Location: Theed Royal Palace

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Particles settled in the corridor. The two previous targets were dispatched efficiently; Lysander presumed them to be rendered unconscious. Everything unfolded in the blink of an eye, swirling like a storm before it finally cleared, revealing another Mandalorian whose presence was almost.. absurd. His senses were strained by the destruction everywhere in the palace and beyond, which would’ve made it impossible for him to identify the new threat that emerged beforehand. Confusion clouded the Padawan’s mind while his heart raced. The quip that followed caught him off guard, a stark contrast to the violence.

“What? Ok, buckethead,” Lysander muttered while beginning to crouch. The blasts of energy barely missed him as he leapt behind a nearby column for cover. Whispers in the back of his mind told him to call upon the Force Barrier once more, but as he felt the remnants of energy coursing through him, he realized they were already low. Unfortunately, the battle felt like it was just beginning, and wasting too much more energy now would undoubtedly cost him later. Though hidden under a layer of bravado, he was also adjusting to the aftermath of what just took place moments ago.

Adrenaline that once pumped through the Padawan's veins, pushing him to the extent of his abilities, now began shifting to heavy fatigue. The reality of what he had done settled over him. For years, he had trained to avoid taking another's life, but in a split second, he had ended two without a single thought. The weight of it began to churn in his stomach.

Inhaling several deep breaths, he sought to ground himself. Instinctively, his focus turned to the girl, his eyes narrowed while scanning her several paces away. To his relief, she ducked just in time. His brow furrowed with frustration; if only his powers were stronger. Lysander tightened his jaw, fighting against a strong urge to just charge forward, aware that any recklessness would only put both of them at risk.

With another glance down the hallway, he caught sight of a broken potted plant on the floor. A sudden thought crossed his mind. It was an opportunity. Without hesitation, his free hand extended forward, directing the mound of dirt and pieces of pottery into the air. With a subtle flick, it was sent soaring through the air towards the Mandalorian, hoping it might momentarily blind their new foe, or at least buy them a few seconds to try and escape.

The blonde wasn't planning to stick around to see what happened. In that heartbeat, he moved forward, closing the short distance between himself and the girl, ready to follow her lead. "We don't have much time! Let's move!"

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[Goren Montross]

Sibylla Abrantes Lysander von Ascania
Gauntlet Shields | Crushgaunts | Crusader Assault Armor | Beskad | Kal Dagger | Mentor Carbine | Custom Vambraces

A subtle frown appeared on Goren's face as yet another pristine statue was reduced to rubble by the formidable firepower of the Mentor Carbine he wielded as Sibylla Abrantes ran for cover.

Observing the imagined credits vanish before his very eyes, as these marvels of Naboo craftsmanship held considerable value on the Black Market, particularly to affluent collectors such as Crime Lords and Diplomats, whose status relied on possessing these luxury items.

However, they would have to forgo acquiring statues for the time being, as he was preoccupied with eliminating these minor hindrances, which were more accurately described at this current time as mere nuisances due to their lack of meaningful resistance against him.

Further disappointment ensued when Lysander von Ascania attempted to distract him by using the Force to hurl dirt and broken pot pieces in his direction, an action that only elicited laughter from him as they smashed harmlessly on his armored chestplate.

"What do you take me for, an amateur?" he inquired with a sneer as the helmet's hud gave him an update.

Just enough to pointpoint their movement as the Under-Barrel Micro-Rocket Pack attachment was secured to the carbine, allowing him additional firepower in the form of micro-rockets as they came flying out.

 

[Kalantha]

Dawn of the Plasma Wars
Plasma Refinery, Theed

“And should I fall,” she said rather intensely, “do not stay here to avenge me. My handmaiden will need you in the situation room.” The Neo- Crusaders were so distanced both politically and astronomically from Naboo that they probably wouldn’t see the difference between her body and the living decoy.

If the ruse were work, Aiden would have to flee to the palace to defend his queen, leaving Inara behind. She hoped he could do so if the worst were to happen.

She realized that her words were sharp, so she offered him a reassuring smile. “The two of us have never failed before,” she said. “You’ve been protecting me since I was a little girl. I don’t expect you’ll fail now.”

A low rumble shook the window panes down the hall, drawing the queen’s gaze to the battle outside. Every moment they spent in the palace brought the Mandalorians one step closer to breaching the refinery, if they hadn’t already. Inara gave Aiden a final, solemn look, then pressed herself against the wall to lower her profile.

She stopped suddenly a short distance later, halting her footsteps just before the wall they’d been walking along came to a corner. Inara raised her hand silently, gesturing to alert Aiden; just around the corner, a Crusader sentry was standing watch. Undoubtedly, he’d discovered the maintenance lift she intended to use to get down to the complex below.

Inara waited for a moment, then moved with incredible nimbleness to take down the guard. She fired a single blaster bolt into his knee, dropping him in an instant. He barely had time to groan before the queen brought the handgrip of her pistol down hard into his temple.

“Don’t ask,” she said with a breathy smirk. The handmaidens weren’t the only ones who trained rigorously.

Inara patted down the Crusader’s unconscious body until her fingertips graced the sleek surface of a security card. It was small and gold in color, emblazoned with the mark of the Royal House of Naboo. “This will do,” she affirmed. “C’mon, let’s go. Maybe we can beat them, or at least surprise them; they won’t be expecting any resistance from the lift.”

Tags: Aiden Porte​

 

[Zhea Nox]

ECLIPSE
FOUNDATION STAGING AREA | THEED
ALLIES: TF | RNR
ENEMIES: MNC
ENGAGING: Droz Munin

MANTICORE​

The saber sliced empty air, albeit barely, but Zhea didn't stand to behold the failure. She was already moving.

She twisted to the side, trying to avoid the slices of his heated blades, but it wasn't completely successful. Where before, the blade would have cleaved her torso, the blade scraped through her bicep.

The Kiffar grit her teeth and immediately swung the staff with vehemence with her good arm at his head to at least discombobulate the Mandalorian with the full weight of the staff.

She then jumped out of range to try and assess the damage on her arm. It pained her, but at least the heat of the vibroblade had more or less cauterised the wound. Her hand tightened around the hilt of her saber as she regarded the invader.

The once peaceful Sage would be damned if she let any one of them through to the people being kept safe at the Staging Area.

 

[Lossa Aureus]

Skinsuit | Jumpsuit and Armor | Poncho
Lightsaber | Turmoil | Concealed Blaster | Dual Broken Core Daggers
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Her hunt had taken her closer and closer toward the palace before it shifted direction towards the hangars. Ultimately bringing her to the refinery as she waited for her next victim to make their failing strike. Her concealment seeming to fail as the imminent sense of danger made her shift and twist.

A bolt of energy arcing through the dust as it struck her chest plate and sparked into her face.

A disruption to her hunt as she growled behind the visor at her assailant. Eyes wild and searching for the source as it announced itself to her.

The chaos around them did not cease, yet his voice carried through the storm.

“I should have known Jetii scum would be lurking here.”​

The words were cold, steady. The poleaxe remained firm at his side, unwavering as his second shot cracked through the air towards the same target as the last.

A second shot zinged towards her, twisting enough to let the bolt fly by as it burned through the worn out Poncho she wore. A neat hole across the fabric chest as she slowly stalked forward. The fabric settling over her chest plate as she sneered at the attack.

The world was a hazy shade of red around her as her lungs burned with each heaving breath.

Her focus shifting to firmly affix itself to this one that dared to call her out. Dared to challenge her claim to this place she had tried to call home. Had tried to make safe for her daughter. This being that continued to make such a dream impossible. Made a threat of itself on what was supposed to be a safe harbor.

It infuriated her to no end that another trouble had made landfall. With each passing second the lightsaber in her hand seemed to weigh itself down with the force of a black hole as her mind spiraled deeper into rage.

“Another fool, another parasite sapping this world’s strength of self. And like all parasites, you will be torn away.”​

The battle raged around them. Crusaders pushed past like a tide parting around an unmoving rock, their objective still clear. But Carduul could not allow this wretch to skulk in his shadow, bleeding his warriors dry from the darkness. The weapon shifted in his grip, setting into both of his hands in preparation.

Her eyes twitched as she saw his hands clench around the weapon. Her own hand gripping the hilt of her lightsaber as she prepared to close the distance between them. Shoulders curling forward in preparation for the sudden burst of speed to keep herself from tumbling. Bodies moved around them like a dark and blurry tide that broke past jutting rocks.

A surging tide that would meet its end when she had finished with this meddling fool.

"A soldier calling the merc bought. You will be part of the foundation for my daughter's home." Her words came out in a slow, scratching growl. One Predator to another as a warning of what was to come.

Her lightsaber arm rising in preparation to strike as he spat back at her.

“Come. Let us see if war deems thee worthy of its fire.”​

Then, the surge. A burst of flame ignited from his back, propelling him forward with blistering speed. The poleaxe swung overhead in a brutal arc, crashing toward the Jedi’s right shoulder with all the force of a warhammer.

"It's fire has already touched my soul." Words barely leaving her lips as the Mandalorian ignited his pack and flew towards her. Surprise bringing pause to her own action. The axe nearly finding it's target before she responded. Spinning clockwise and presenting the white blade as the attack sent her backwards. Feet skating across the ground from sheer force until she was made to tuck and roll to recover.

Half kneeling where he had leapt from as her free hand rose and wound the Force around him with a snarl. Trying to pull him towards her with a violent yank as her blade rose to strike at him the same as his axe had done.

The weight of a Rancor's strike behind the weapon as she allowed her full strength to come forward and be seen.

Carduul Akahl

 

[Droz Munin]

[ Theme ]
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D r o z _ M u n i n

| Location | Foundation Staging Area, Naboo​

| Objective | Pillage and BURN​

| Focus | Zhea Nox ​

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Blade met flesh, if only just barely, illiciting a smile from the Mandalorian if only for a brief moment as he felt the metal pole strike the side of his head. He rolled with the impact as he let loose a string of curses in his native tongue, still tightly gripping his blades as he raised a hand to his helmet, shaking his head. ​

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His ears were ringing as he stood back up to his full height, scraping his blades against each other as his eyes locked onto the Jedi, quite pleased all things considered. At least she was putting up a fight compared to most. Her nimbleness was aggravating, but so long as he didn't find that lightsaber skewering him or managing to slip through the plates of his armor, he wasn't too concerned. ​

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He was confident he'd win a battle of endurance attrition in the long run, but he was also weary that the Jedi might be holding back if only just to keep his attention longer and distracted. He barked orders to his marauders in their native tongue, <"Continue rounding up the sheep and find where they're all running off to. Ignore the Jedi, she's mine.">​

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The marauders silently acknowledged as they began to disappear through the alleyways and jetpack up high to the roofs to get better vantage points. The longer he kept the Jedi busy, the higher chance his men would find the ship they were attempting to evacuate on. He held one blade out horizontally while the other was positioned high. His wrist for the arm that was held out shifted downwards slightly, a pair of blaster shots firing from the wrist blaster to make use of the distance between the two.​

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Location: Theed Palace
Interacting with: Lysander von Ascania Goren Montross

"We don't have much time! Let's move!"

"That's the plan!"

Blaster bolts scorched the air, forcing Sibylla and Lysander to dive behind a cracked pillar. The stone shuddered with each impact, dust clouding her vision. Sibylla coughed, glancing at Lysander, who, upon closer inspection, seemed to be a lot younger than she expected. She hadn't met a Jedi this young.

Footsteps pounded closer, heavy and deliberate. The Mandalorian emerged through the smoke, his armor unscathed, blaster raised. Lysander flicked his wrist, sending shards of broken pottery and dirt hurling through the air. They bounced off the beskar with pathetic taps.

The Mandalorian didn't even flinch.

"What do you take me for, an amateur?"

Sibylla rolled her eyes. "Impressive. We've mildly annoyed him."

A sharp hiss cut through the noise as micro-rockets launched at them. Without thinking, she tackled Lysander, dragging him behind the next column just as an explosion rocked the corridor. Heat licked at her back, debris pelting the ground around them.

Sibylla gave a hiss in pain a second later as the heat and shrapnel from the explosion caught her right along her upper shoulder, scorching the intricate sleeve, burning her skin, the acrid scent of burning flesh wafting up her nostrils.

Her jaw clenched, and she pursed her lips tightly, and despite the sudden sting in her eyes in pain, Sibylla kept her whimper of pain from coming out.

"Got anything a bit heavier or more powerful than a plant pot to throw at his head?" she muttered, unable to help her rare sardonic quip at the Jedi. After all, isn't that what Jedi were supposed to do?

 

[Cortana Jade]

SLAVE TO THE EMPIRE: FURY

Somewhere in the Unknown Regions...before the events on Naboo...

At the center of the room was a massive dip in the deck of the ship that slopped down a couple of feet or so, intricately carved with archaic symbols, that ran along its length horizontally, but the further down you went the patterns changed; they were old enough to not be able to make out, but finely carved that the detailing remained sharp -- it was something alien. This entire massive and pristine Shatter-class WarMaster warship was alien and as dark inside and out as the depths of the Unknown Regions themselves.

She paced in a circle, following the ledge of the dip. Then, there was deep, guttural, sounds from somewhere deep. Then the flooring at the center of the deck began to open in phases, like puzzle pieces being torn apart. And a podium a sharp and jagged podium rose into the air. She pulled back, tightening and digging her gloved fingers into her palms; enough to where she could fill the pressure through the leather.

Then from the podiums center jumped a blue-white flash that ultimately sprawled out into a holographic display. Her face and blonde hair shone with its reflected highlights.

There was a booming noise, like vents suddenly going off and spurring steam. Then the entryway slide open, and a hulking figure bore through the room, swallowing up everything in its path. Though, even he was on the leaner end of his species. It, he...commanded attention. Trailing him was a sentient being with dark red and off-white skin. It's face manifested in a seemingly random pattern, and it carried long fingers compared with other sentient species.

Her disposition was...familiar. And, in his presence she knelt. "My Lord..." She stared up at him, something in her eyes, and yet he motioned for her to stand. By this point his presence was pressing down on her personal space, but he dared not to touch her, despite looking upon her with fondness; he seemed to cherish her beyond the conquest spelt across his face.

It seemed to be a mix of caution, and awe that stayed his touch.

His assumed name was "Morath", he who will finally and completely. The broker. He spoke in a cultured voice; he was intelligent and proficient in social manipulation and intimidation. He prided himself on being a student of Jixtus, some figure he regarded in his culture. Wishing to keep his body a secret, he used a cloak to conceal parts of his identity, as well as some gloves.

The gathering of Morath's council hadn't delayed, sentients unlike any you'd ever see in the known galaxy, some you'd only hear stories of...others probably things of legend in how they'd be described; These associates, were in fact his slaves.

The Grysk Hegemony had been conducting surveillance on a galactic scale since 22–19 BBY some would say, drawn to conflict to see what they could gain as a strength and what they could expose as a weaknesses.

She was there as one of his personal pathfinders of sorts. Though at this point she had disassociated.

"-but we have discovered that plasma is in abundance in the planet's core..." But Morath was smart, "Send a unit of marauders to Naboo-"

Without her control, her mind and her body merged, "Naboo-y-you cannot." She automatically thought to Lossa Aureus Briana Sal-Soren and Zeriana...by this point she hadn't seen any of them in awhile. She straightened up and recovered, "I'll go...I'll use the Mandalorian invasion as cover, I'll get you everything on the refinery. I have relationships there...they won't suspect me."

But perhaps this is what Morath wanted, to test her; her loyalty at least.

He started, "Long ago, when I was a child, a violent storm was heading our way. Everyone took protection within the walls except one...he remained outside. I went to him and asked what he was doing. "I am not afraid" he said. "I will not hide my face behind stone and mortar. I will stand before the wind and make it respect me." I honored his choice and went back inside. The next day, the storm came, and he perished. I learned then, "Not even the wind respects a fool." another door slid open, this time a small chamber than the one they occupied. This one had been built for torture?

It had to be, because suspended in the center was a girl around the same age or younger. She had blue skin, red eyes, and dark blue hair. Her body had been wrapped in some sort of mechanical embrace, one that obviously brought her pain, so much that she could no longer audibly express so. It took the everything in Cortana to contain herself. Her heart dropped into the pits of her stomach and never seemed to recover; she knew this girl.

"I refuse to be a fool. I value information." He said, just above a whisper into the blondes ear. "If you fail you'll be facing me without my prize..."

"Have I ever failed?" a spasm of pain contorted her face.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Brent Warnel //:
//: Equipment in Signature //:

Allyson moved, quickly jumping over towards the rooftops of the courtyard buildings. Her feet carried her as lightly as they could, avoiding any disturbance with the shingling. One mistake, one cracked shingle, meant her location would be a dead giveaway. Stationing herself a few feet away from where she had attacked, she watched as the man moved erratically. The woman was an excellent shot, but the erratic movements and unpredictability made her hesitate her next shot at the Mandalorian platoon leader. She cursed under her breath; Allyson knew she would have tried if this was a few years ago when her ego was uncontrolled.

While the man moved, she waited, letting the Force around her speak its tantalizing whispers. It was unfortunate for the Mandalorians; the Jedi they were facing wasn't the same run-of-the-mill Jedi they had faced in the past. The woman was cut from a different cloth that spoke to the living Force surrounding technology. In the air, she could feel the constant buzz of their armor, the hum of their weaponry, and she was confident none would be able to get away from her.

Her eyes opened from the quick meditation; the Mandalorian had stopped with his movements, diving quickly into the pack of unsuspecting Nabooian guards. Allyson knocked the next arrow, preparing to fire it again at the man. Every move he made indicated he was able to track the Jedi Shadow. It seemed he had already pinpointed where she had been previously when the first and second attacks occurred. He was a smart Buckethead; she'd give him that, but he soon proved to be a coward.

Quickly, he shot up, facing the direction of where she had been previously. The Mandalorian had taken a hostage, which he could have easily overpowered in combat. These Mandalorians were nothing like the ones she had faced before. Unlike them, they had no honor of combat. The Corellian narrowed her eyes. It was a predicament that Jedi often found themselves in. She wasn't like the other Jedi. Allyson Locke danced on the line between light and dark—forever a Shadow.

The string was drawn taut as she aimed for the Mandalorian's jet pack. There was no forcing her hand, and in combat and war, there were necessary sacrifices. Having been trained to believe herself an expendable asset, she needed to be able to see others like that as well. The sacrifice of the one Nabooian guard would mean his brothers and sisters would live.

Another explosive arrow fired towards the jet pack of the Mandalorian, her focus entirely on bringing the honorless Mandalorian to his knees. Anger burned in her chest, knowing that this wasn't the way of the Jedi.

But Allyson never considered herself a Jedi; she was something different - something the Jedi would keep hidden.

After the arrow was shot, she quickly made her way again, moving and getting closer. The sacrifice of the Naboo guard wouldn't be in vain.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Tags: Goren Montross Sibylla Abrantes
Location: Theed Royal Palace

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Lysander still held her gaze through the chaos of the corridor. A puzzled expression knitted his brow as the girl rolled her eyes. It quickly betrayed his youthful features. Between the unexpected arrival of Mandalorian troops and someone that appeared to actually have a sense of humor, today was shaping up to be one of the strangest days of his Jedi journey.

“Hey! At least he’s not bored—” he began, the words barely left his lips before being tackled to the ground. The Padawan landed with a loud thud against the marble, air knocked from his lungs. His vision was blurred for a second until finally turning to see her beside him. The following comment caught him off guard; he absolutely hated being doubted, and there was nothing better than proving someone wrong. “Girl,” he fired back, arching an eyebrow that was paired with a wry grin, “are you seriously doubting me? I assure you I can lead this dance perfectly fine!”

What he saw next tugged at his heartstrings; no doubt, it was an odd feeling. The sight of the burn mark on her skin lit a protective instinct stronger than any hint of doubt he could feel. “We’ll get through this.. as long as more commentary keeps coming my way; it’s like the only thing keeping my sanity intact?"

His head nodded in the direction of the two Mandalorian killed just moments ago, suggesting they may have something of use. “Here’s the plan: I keep that guy distracted, and.. well, for crying out loud, if you see an opening, you better take it!”

Finally, summoning every ounce of strength within, Lysander stepped out from the side of the column. Darker impulses surged in him like a tempest, urging him to give back into primal instincts, to unleash everything that had been bottled up– a mix of fear, anger, and determination. His eyes narrowed, locking onto the figure. There was a sudden rush as he reached out, curling a piece of marble from the ground, then hurling it at their foe. Immediately after, he shifted into the Djem So stance and was charging forward. It was not an act of recklessness, but something much more precise instead. Closing the distance, he pivoted into a wide sweeping strike that hissed through the air. It allowed him to remain at a safer distance. The strike was not only about being offensive, but also control.