DEVASTATION: Broken Chains (Act One)

[Vaulkhar]

Location: Kadavo Labor Processing Hub
Allies: The Sith Empire; [member="Funami Teriyaki"]
Enemies: Outer Rim Coalition; [member="Veiere Arenais"]
Objective: Fight
Music: Frozen Heart - Pentakill
Posts: 5

A fiery landscape burned around him as Vaulkhar was suddenly on the planet's surface. The Processing Hub stood towering before him as he climbed through the hellish scene. With each step, the man was closer to the facility. He paused and in that moment, Vaulkhar realized he was neither in control of his body or in it for that matter. Instead, he appeared to be viewing the galaxy through another's eyes. A hand rose to a communication device as words escaped the stranger's lips.

"Change of plans, I'm compromised...." the Jedi strode calmly through the facility. More words followed suit, but that was more than enough.

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Vaulkhar's eyes shot open shortly before his young protege approached him. His eyes burned the color of magma as he turned to face her approach. Her words momentarily went unanswered as he searched his own memory banks for the location from his vision. The eastern faculties and corridors came to mind. Having walked the halls of the facility hours earlier as well as review its blueprints with his father, he was mostly familiar with the facility. He pushed himself up and looked back down at Funami.

"We won't be landing. I intend on creating a rather large entrance," Vaulkhar pat her head before moving beside the droid. "19, prepare the turrets. We'll be blowing a hole in the facility."

"Very well."

The ship's descent grew faster as Vaulkhar glowered at the planet's surface. Memories of what once could of led to a brighter future burned to the forefront of his mind. A towering man Vaulkhar had come to look up to as a father meeting up with a Silver Jedi. Plans to clash with the Sith in favor of Commenor and its people. There was a point where the Sith Lord had believed those he helped truly wanted to help him. And maybe they did, but time had not been kind to these memories. Isolation and despair corrupted the halfbreed. Memories of being used as a weapon against his father and the Empire were all that remained.

As the halls flooded with violence, the communications channel mirrored it. Vaulkhar continued to issue orders even as the Vagabond hovered along the side of the facility. He cut his comms before motioning towards the building.

"Scan for sentient creatures."

Seconds ticked by before the scan returned with one nearby.

"That's our man, move up," the ship ascended before hovering one hundred or so feet above an outer corridor. A wide smile tugged at the Sith Lord's lips as he pointed towards the facility. "Fire."

The droid sent a barrage of concentrated turret fire towards the structure. The corridor shook wildly as the force of the blasts battered the walls of this section. Soon enough, an explosion burned to life a few hundred feet from the Silver Jedi. Metal roared and exploded outward as flame and smoke rose into the sky above. Vaulkhar lowered the ramp before moving towards the edge. He reached out for Funami, awaiting her grasp before dropping into the facility below.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Flying with Wraith Squadron [[member="Cuan Kunn"]/[member="Frielle Kinniak"]] as an ORC Ally ​

Objective: Neutralize Defenses of Project Site​

It was an honour to be flying with vessels that were so ancient and so advanced. From her peripherals, she could see the magical movements of the Aing-Tii. Loske’s sense of duty imbued her movements within her concealed fighter. In lieu of sharing comms for this outbound flight, bubbly glimmik beats played in her fighter for herself and Frank to benefit from. Perusing in front of the main fleet, the X-Wings kept a steady course. This particular pilot drummed her fingers against the yoke to the beat, humming along in the moment of relative calm before the onslaught.

An incoming broadcast triaged the target on her Heads-Up, and the mission’s objective remained unchanged. Neutralize defenses so the fleet could make a bigger impact.

In an instant, the Wraiths were online. Streaking out of nothingness with weapons ablaze. Salvo after salvo of turbolaser and ion cannon shots. Red bolts merged into sheets of energy burning through space to slam into the Project Site’s various defense platforms. "Frank, while we're airborn, get a read on this thing. Anything we can do to collect schematics."


She grit her teeth as the skies came alight with the very prepared defenses of this site’s protective fleet. Daggerlike profiles poised in the sky, facing the Coalition’s ships with sinister impact.

The distance was quickly closed between the original jump point and the station, and Friendly Blue and Wraith Nine twisted around one of the orbital defense towers.

The song changed as Loske pulled the trigger of her flight stick. A single torpedo jetted out at the defense platform. The coruscating blue energy projectile pierced skin of a tractor beam, the energetic discharge expanding and shuddering throughout the extended metallic weapon. One fire blossomed into another, crackling through the metal as her wingman also extended two protons and heavily salvo of plasma against the sides, tearing up the metal.

It was blinding, and that was only a portion of one of the primary defenses. “Geeze they’re prepared.” She muttered, continuing to circle around and keep in formation with her squadron. "What is this thing? Do we have any new insights from the ground?"

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

[SIZE=11pt]AUTOMATED FACTORY[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]OUTSIDE TURBOLIFT AT BASE OF COMMAND TOWER[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]ENEMIES: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] - but right now gonna fight a [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Crownguard[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]ALLIES: [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Aten Ramses"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Quill straightened up and stepped out from cover as a very large man homed in on him. Gigantic stormtrooper, red-and-black armour, broad lightsaber, twisted and entrenched presence in the Dark Side of the Force. A Sith cultist or Dark Jedi of some kind, if there was any meaningful distinction. Malice rolled off him, and fanatical discipline. Through a healer's senses, the Crownguard felt mutilated, augmented, tough but brutalized. A murderer for Carnifex, no doubt, but a victim too in his way. Tongue, mouth, genitals, hair - all removed, probably in a ritualized way. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Crownguard moved quickly and hit hard. That broadsaber crashed against Quill's sky-blue blade and drove the ageing Jedi back between rows of huge assembler arms. He kept his balance, kept up his defense as best he could, but the Crownguard was younger, better, faster, stronger, with extreme reach and very little in the way of self-preservation instinct. It was all Quill could do to hold his ground at key points. More often than not, the Crownguard pushed him back. The tendons burned in Quill's forearms and elbows, plus the muscles in his shoulders and neck, as he blocked hit after sledgehammer hit. A broadsaber might not have much in the way of heft but the Crownguard's titanic strength more than compensated for that. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A quick slash bought time by bringing down a huge welding lattice between them. As the Crownguard hacked through, Quill took a shaky breath and stretched out more deeply to the Force. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"Sorry 'bout this," he mumbled, and pointed at the huge man's abdomen.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The humanoid body had powerful self-repair capabilities. At its most elegant, Jedi healing activated them, amplified them beyond their natural limits, and used them as the foundation for careful reshaping of flesh and knitting of wounds. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]In a process of crippling agony, the Crownguard started to grow his nuts back.[/SIZE]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Allies: ORC, [member="Lulu"]
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Revolt!

Desmond stood stupidly as Lulu pulled her hand from his. His first instinct told him she had been nabbed and to flee lest he should get nabbed too but then he heard her familiar nagging voice. For some reason he couldn't quiet explain he found himself relieved. Perhaps it was that she wasn't dead... Nah. Desmond knew it had to be anything else. His cares for her went as far as that chair he had thrown earlier, which to say wasn't very far... Or so he told himself.

"Get off me and save them!"

Despite how much he loved her grating voice Des knew she was right. He had to get to the slaves and save them. He ducked below a wide hook aimed at his face and nearly wet himself, running beneath the arm and pushing the man into a crowd of others. Quickly he made his way forth despite the fact that his every instinct was to flee. Despite the small riot going on all around him and the persistent threat of death. He was about to get onto the stage when he was approached by two more Zygerian guards.

"Look guys the chair didn't even hit anyone! It's not my fault they over reacted!" Desmond pleaded with hands raised in surrender. But, it became obvious the Zygerian's weren't buying it.

"I'm gonna have your shebs for dinner!" Cried one

"And i'm gonna tear a new hole in whatever's left with my -!" The other began, but was silenced by a brutal blow from Desmond's hero. Lulu threw herself between the Chiss and Zygerians.

"Yeah, take that you filthy schutta! Now she's gonna tear you a new one with her ****!" Desmond yelled, emboldened by Lulu's strike.

He was tempted to watch Lulu do exactly that but reminded himself of the slaves. He ran past the Zygerian's towards the slaves huddled in the corner of the stage and withdrew a lockpick. He immediately began to go to work, but was interrupted by the Ugnaught bid announcer. The little turd rushed Desmond and stabbed him in the leg with a fork.

"YOWCH!" Desmond cried out and kicked the Ugnaught which squealed in response and ran off stage. Desmond smirked at the victory "That'll teach him, I'm nothing to mess with!" Desmond shouted after the retreating Ugnaught while wrenching the fork from leg, then reattempting to free the princess.

"Rrrworrr!" (Please hurry!) She roared urgently. Desmond frowned slightly and stuck his tongue out in concentration.

"Relax i've done this a hundred ti-," 'Clink' Desmond raised his fist with half a lock pick. The Wookiee stared at him in disbelief.

"Rargh!" (Idiot!) She said at the Chiss's inability to even pick a simple iron lock. Then things turned from bad to worse. The Ugnaught bid announcer returned with an army of buddies. He and his tribe of fellow Ugnaughts charged up the stairs towards the Chiss. Desmond stared at them over his shoulder and prepared to bolt, but a roar from the Wookiee stopped him.

"GRARGH!" (ENOUGH!) She cried and raised her fist severing chains as she did so. The Ugnaughts performed an about face in unison and charged the other way in terror. Their squeals like music to Des's ears.

"Yeah you better run!" He cried as a new feeling of power washed over him

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Location: Kadavo labor processing hub
Equipment: In signature
Allies: [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Phylis Alince"] [member="Lulu"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Yula Perl"] [member="Ember Farseer"] [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Enemies: [member="Lark"] [member="CDR. Marric Aurelius"]

While everyone else started engaging guards at the western strut, Griet lied in wait for the arrival of enemy reinforcements at a different point in the context she deemed to be a choke point. In that sector of the processing hub, the possible ranges were not long enough to justify using the sniping mode so she decided to set her gigantic rifle to burst firing. From behind makeshift cover, the Jedi accountant was ready to open fire if and when the enemy came. And yet she knew she mustn't give her position away, else Blackblade Guards would be coming for her. Especially since Rhen Var, where she knew were much better combatants than the typical Legionaries. Time to make these Ssi-ruuk liabilities skyrocket, and the Sith's, she thought, knowing, however, that the Sith have at best limited knowledge or interest in accounting. She also needed to make sure she actually had a practicable escape route if things went sour. A patrol of Legionnaires began to appear as far as the corridor could stretch, which wasn't that long: hopefully burst-firing what amounts to a man-portable point-defense gun at the lead man in the patrol would minimize the potential for causing collateral damage, so she made sure that she wouldn't fire it in the presence of nearby slaves.

 

[Yula Perl]

LOCATION: KADAVO LABOR PROCESSING HUB
MISSION: REVOLT!
BFF: [member="Ember Farseer"]
HOMIES: [member="Phylis Alince"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"] | [member="Griet van Vliet"] |[member="Lulu"]
RED MEANIES: [member="Lark"] | [member="CDR. Marric Aurelius"]

Yula had been quietly holding onto the hope that Emily would appear amidst the chaos of the warehouse, safely tucked away in hiding over the past few months. Her heart sank into her stomach as she and Ember located what remained of their belongings. Her commlink—basic enough from the outside to not be appraised of much worth—was about the only thing of her’s that had been left untouched. The blaster she’d been stripped of during their capture was long gone, as was the little droid who’d skittishly followed her into all sorts of trouble.

“Yeah.” Was all she said, fumbling with the small earpiece, seemingly unconcerned with the imminent danger they were in for a few moments. “She knows where I am.” Yula tapped the back of her neck where Emily’s integration ports were inlaid into her skin and nerves. The Zeltron didn’t sound too hopeful that the spider droid would be able to pick up her signal, and presumed her to be long gone.

When she put the commlink to her ear and adjusted the frequency, the first thing she heard was a frantic warbling, followed by the unknown voice of a woman. A calm, steady voice. With the Sith arriving to quell the revolt, it had been hard to untangle individual force signatures from each other. The light was encroaching on the volcano.

“I think—I think the Jedi are here.” Yula sounded like she didn’t quite believe it, but there wasn’t much time for her to waste on that thought before the wall closest to them came tumbling down, giving way to the might of the bloodthirsty sithspawn. “Ember!”

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Relieved that the Jedi was able to understand her chaotic chirping, Emily was in constant motion. The little bot would hastily skitter in front of Phylis as she lead the way, at times scooching off to the side to investigate further paths or perform bioscans as they moved deeper into the facility.

Yula’s signal grew stronger the further they went into the slaving hub. Once outside the warehouse locker, Emily beeped with excitement and rushed for the doorway—only for the wretched sithspawn to set upon the storage unit. Frightened, the brave little droid let out a binary screech and hurried to hide behind Phylis, shuddering in what could only be described as pre=programmed fear.

 

[Credius Nargath]

Location: Automated Facilities
Allies: TSE
Enemies: ORC &Allies

The screams in horror could be heard, yet were partially ignored by the Sith Lord, who knew all too well that there was but one target to be taken as important enough to vy for his attention and that target was the fully covered woman who managed to lock her lightsaber with his own, after both of them were responsible for the bisection of a poor sith trooper caught in the middle. He could feel it so clearly, the hatred and bloodlust that oozed out from this woman, so wild and unbound, but also unruly and without any seeming control. Her rage seemed to manifest in the form of a large amount of pressure, the air around them becoming thick and heavy, hard to breathe while the ground shuddered, the walls trembled underneath the raw power, the strength in the force she was exuding.

"Pantora?" Darth Halcyon thought to himself what she might mean by this, why she seemed so hung up on a single conquest done by the Sith Empire, a single planet, a single moon in a single system orbiting a single star bearing the same name. As he was admittedly not the best in force empathy, he lacked the properties to feel what she was thinking at that point, but again...where the force failed, his mind and will did not. Almost buckling under the strain of the onslaught brought upon him, his teeth audibly gritting and a grunt of anger escaping his lips. The white eyes visible through the holes in his mask looked straight at the mask of the woman, stern and unmoving, cold and dark like a void. "I was not there...but I see...I see."

The hue in his eyes changed, the passion of the dark side becoming visible within them as they turned into a fiery amber color, the gritting of his teeth becoming louder, while a tremor could be felt through the force. "Pitiful, disappointing...you seem to be angered and strengthen yourself in this suffering," With a flick of his wrist, Darth Halcyon switched his grip on his lightsaber's hilt, tilting his blade upwards before forcing the woman's own weaponat the side. His free hand clenched itself into a fist as he staarted to stand up straight again, resisting the continuous push, the relentless pressure she commanded through the force. "But you lack control, you lack focus...you lack ambition. You're but a beast, having lost yourself within your own connection to the force, drunk on your own power." Opening his free hand again, the man let out a massive amount of black lightning, the electric current running all over the place, surrounding him like a sinister aura as it spared none in its path, ruthlessly incinerating the troopers while it went for [member="Raven Ashe"] as well.

"I detest the lack of control."

[member="raven ashe"]| [member="Vaulkhar"]|[member="Funami Teriyaki"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

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Darkness.

It surrounded the Shadow Hand like a smothering fog rolling ever outward, a swirling maelstrom that churned like the turbulent waves of a stormy ocean. All around him through the amulet on his person, the power of fear wielded by a master of the dark side. Underneath it all was the gauntlets he wore draining in the outlying residual force energies, pulling them into the Mountain and constantly filling his reservoirs of energy with fresh fuel for him to tap into. In turn the extra energy was driven inward augmenting his physical strength already beyond its colossal proportions. The massive runeblade pulsed as battle was joined all around them, on the planet below it hungered for battle, craving the blood and souls of the lightsworn adversaries that closed in all around them. It would taste flesh soon enough, and he would drown it in the blood of the jedi.

The force provided him sight well beyond the physical and all around the level he could feel the lightside like flickers of torchlight in a sea of darkness, more and more emerged from the mystery ship that infiltrated the perimeter and one in particular was coming closer and closer. Near the Shadow Hand was his close friend and nephew the Sith Emperor [member="Darth Carnifex"]. Through the force bond they shared he could feel his presence and those that closed in all around him, swarming him determined to bring the Black-Iron Tyrant down. He rapidly movedtowards their position, coming at them from the side. When he spotted one of the Jedi a white haired one on the outskirts of their group, he opened the palm of his gauntlet and cut loose with a destructive beam of dark side energy, from the amulet embedded into the gauntlet.

[member="Aten Ramses"]

 

[Raven Ashe]

Location: Automated Facilities
Primary Objective: Erase Obstacles to the Databanks
Allies: Outer Rim Coalition & Allies
Enemies: The Sith Empire & Allies
Armor: Raven's Mettle

Raven fought the man as he sought to shove her guard aside with their blades screeching against one another. A pair of black blades, neither content to be bested by the other. Yet it was not only a contest of strength or dexterity at this point. The Sith Lord before her began to drawn upon an even greater amount of the Force. It began to manifest in the eyes of his mask. She could not anticipate how it might come, but Raven knew the man was not content. It would stem from the 'disappointment' he expressed verbally.

And it came swiftly.

The armored figure jumped back from Darth Halcyon as electricity began to snap and cleanse the area. Her saber whipped up before her to catch the tendrils that sought to purify Raven herself from the man's presence. Power surged through the arc that connected. As no ordinary electricity it carried with it a force of its own, and put tremendous strain on Raven to hold her saber in place even as it inched back toward her under the assault. After a moment she was even forced to step backwards to contend with the barrage.

Had it been a mistake to engage Halcyon? Perhaps. Had there been another option? Hopefully the rest of the infiltrators had found some other way around this corridor, because Raven was having a hell of a time contending with someone that had more experience than she in the Force.

"What do you know of my suffering?" Raven ground between her teeth in response to the man 'getting' her motivation. What they'd done to the planet was nothing compared to the fallout. What they had done was set in motion a chain of events leading to the freeing of that monster that had been merrily devouring Troopers a moment ago. It had latched itself on to her like an ancient lost puppy. One that grew by devouring those around it. One that wanted her to grow so some day if could devour her. When she had accepted the offer to be trained in using the Force -- even as a damn Sith -- this curse had not yet been known. And it was their fault she suffered every second of every day.

Ambition? She had yet to be shown a path to honor, or glory, or power. And every thing she did only fed into an inevitable conflict where the outcome remain unclear at best. But she would gladly settle for withstanding this Lord's assault as a step forward on the path toward becoming more than she was.

How much longer must I screen you from this attack?

Raven snarled. Screen her as if it was not just as invested in surviving this onslaught. The monster helped keep the many limbs of the Lord's terrifying display from dancing around the saber, but she could feel it weakening under the assault. Whoever this Sith Lord was, his command of the lightning was like none Raven had ever seen or even heard of.

Her left hand popped free of her saber in an effort to Push Halcyon back down the corridor. The only way to end this swiftly would be to break his hold over this nightmare he'd conjured.

Tag: [member="Zark"] | [member="Janick Beauchamp"] | [member="Credius Nargath"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | [member="Seniya Nehir"]​

 

[Credius Nargath]

Location: Automated Facilities
Allies: TSE
Enemies: ORC & Allies

As his lightning coarsed through the corridor, it showed just how well versed he was in this particular power, controlling it like no other, dominating it with his will and directing it with his mind. It was all an equal trade off after all, for where his powers seemed lacking in the more empathic and mind altering powers of the force, he reckoned his destructive force was second to none apart from maybe those few who had resigned themselves to alchemy and disgraceful alterations to their body and mind. "I know you lost many at the hands of the Sith, even one blind to the force could sense this feeling coming from you...the guilt, the anger, the despair...but in this way you are no more adept at the force than the brutes that call themselves sith lords, that dare call themselves the rulers of this empire."

For a moment he was snapped back to be more focused, as in his foolish blindness, Darth Halcyon had not noticed how the armored figure had allowed her free hand to do exactly as he had done, channeling the force through it to push him back. Thrown aback, the Sith Lord landed on his feet behind the many dead and some barely alive troopers, only to let out a chuckle. "It seems it was rather a fortuitous opportunity to meet one such as yourself here, though you lack the brutal force needed to become a Sith lord, your skill is no doubt impressive and whatever you have with you is a most welcome gift to guide you." Walking forward slowly and steadily, the Sith lord momentarily looked down when a trooper with a charred and cracked armor seemed to beg for help was lying directly in his way. He did not ignore the cries for help and simply placed his boot upon the trooper's neck and put some pressure upon it, a loud cracking noise emanating through the corridor. "We can continue this fight, see who would stand tall against the other, or you could simply run...run to those you call comrades, flee knowing you would not find any salvation here. However... I'll give you a name, a man who might help you to gain that which you seek. Find Credius Nargath, you might be surprised how useful this man could be for you."

As if to further speed up her decisionmaking, Darth Halcyon flexed his free hand's fingers a bit, sparks of black electrity jolting in between them. "What will it be? Run and preserve your life or fight and lose whatever dignity and pride you have left alongside your very own life."

[member="Raven Ashe"]

 

[Raven Ashe]

Location: Automated Facilities
Primary Objective: Erase Obstacles to the Databanks
Allies: Outer Rim Coalition & Allies
Enemies: The Sith Empire & Allies
Armor: Raven's Mettle

Raven knew her own comparative weakness in the Force compared to someone like an actual Sith Lord. She had accepted her Master's training, and performed his missions to grow stronger; but at the same time her mission to the Rim had likewise been an effort to decide in which direction her path would go. If she continued to grow stronger, the Darkness would as well and inevitably one or the other would emerge as the sole survivor. Inevitably the monster would grow unmanageable -- as it already was, but at least she could claim targets for herself to forestall it acting of its own accord. Could she dominate? Or would it dominate her? Could she coast and forswear growth? And likely die as a result as she was in danger of doing that very moment. She didn't need Darth Halcyon to tell her all this. It was a painful reality for someone relatively young in the Force.

Thank the ancestors, however, she managed to interrupt the cloud of black lightning that threatened to roast her alive. Every muscles in her body could feel the instant relief when contact was broken. A small amount of steam even wafted up from the Pantoran's armor and a drop of sweat registered on her conscious thoughts. The suit hadn't been built for such assaults. Blasts, bombs, and blades not whatever Halcyon had managed to manifest.

Think, Raven. Think, she snapped as she planted her feet and held her saber before her ready for another bout. Couldn't be a one time ability. Couldn't launch herself at him fast enough to cut him down before it just started all over again. She was out matched in experience if not power. Even the monster could only do so much with such a terrifying, dynamic clash of energy. But they had a mission to complete. Unlike the Sith they wouldn't kill her for failure, but it would screw with her 'ambition' of finding a place to live among them. No one liked taking an 'L.' But that wasn't entirely necessary, was it? Raven blinked. Defeating a Sith Lord wasn't the mission... the databanks... She'd lost sight of the real mission.

As the man spoke, an idea came to Raven and she slowly began putting it into motion.

Credius Nargath? Raven mentally noted it, but couldn't imagine why the Sith was offering to help her. A truth or lie to encourage her to flee? What did he care if she lived?

As for fleeing, well that wasn't something Raven could just do. She'd lose her dignity turning tail and running. She'd lose her life fighting Halcyon head on. But that was okay because there was a middle ground; something she'd just realized moments ago. A way to break contact with overwhelming Force, and still get what really mattered.

With a grunt, Raven's left hand reached behind her and then was thrown forward seemingly at the Lord. The ruined panels of the blast doors that Halcyon had blown free earlier swept through the corridor. Bursts of air followed on either side as they flew by Raven, and continued beyond the Sith Lord himself. The debris slammed into the sides of the corridor behind him and piled up to form a barricade.

Without a word, the armored figured bolted back the way she'd come just as the man so politely asked. Winning the duel wasn't the mission. Giving the slicers cover so they could get the data was the mission, and blocking the man's path to them would do. Even if it only held a little while.

"You had better have been sneaking around the side to get what we came for, because you won't have much longer," Raven broadcasted over the encrypted channel.

Back in their 'landing zone' Raven would find more debris to send back down the corridor. If all she could do now was stall, then she'd make sure to keep the Sith Lord busy.

Tag: [member="Zark"] | [member="Janick Beauchamp"] | [member="Credius Nargath"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | [member="Seniya Nehir"]​

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

Location: Kadavo Labor Processing Hub
Allies: The Sith Empire; [member="Vaulkhar"]
Enemies: Outer Rim Coalition; [member="Veiere Arenais"] & Co.
Objective: Accompany Vaulkhar, provide support


The burning coals in Vaulkhar’s eyes gave Funami a pause. A menacing aura radiated about the Sith lord, more so than she had noticed in their previous interactions, as the searing and hungry dark began to rise in him. One did not need to feel through the Force to realize its presence. Her gaze remained fixed on the fiery stare in front of her, wondering how it worked. She had encountered a few glares as intense as his and knew of the Dark side’s ability to corrupt one’s appearance, but how far was she from the threshold that changed eye color to red and yellow? Cursed with an underdeveloped ability to sense, she had always relied on physical sight, and thus could not accurately tell the amount of dark currently coursing through her small body.

“Ah!” Her petite hands clenched and opened as she felt a pat land atop her head. Sometimes she forgot others liked to do that. “An entrance of our own? All right. Makes sense.”

Little legs carried the girl after Vaulkhar, following the Sith lord like a puppy. From what he said she assumed they were going to jump in through a blasted hole. The Sithling’s heart skipped a beat in anticipation. Levitation had always been a difficult, yet fun power to utilize. In the end, the Force was all about fun and games. All entrances would likely be controlled by one side or the other, thus opening a new one made perfect sense. More so that it allowed the Sith duo to surprise the Jedi and slaves from an unexpected angle.

Biting her lip, she blinked as the ship’s turrets unleashed their salvo. Smoke and fire erupted from the corridor below, tearing a hole. It looked awfully dangerous. On second thought, she suddenly did not feel like jumping into the raging inferno. Fretting about it would achieve nothing though and so she shuffled toward the opened ramp. She edged closer to the drop and her eyes teared up a little as the acrid smoke brushed past her face. A single glance Vaulkhar’s way and Funami shook her head.

“It’s okay, I can levitate.” She revealed matter-of-factly. With a wide grin, she gave him the thumbs up and leaned forward, her cape spread like crimson wings. Assisted by the Force, the small Sith slid gently into the air and descended to the makeshift entrance in a slow, dignified glide. Penetrating the curtain of smoke, she slipped right into the hole and landed amidst the rubble, announced by a soft tap under her shoes. Narrowing her eyes, Funami peered through the ashes. Opening a palm, she mentally summoned her lightsaber and pressed the ignition thud, bathing her surroundings and body in menacing red.

“I am Darth Doom, Dark Lord of the Sith and conqueror of all known galaxy, fear meee~!” Funami squealed and dramatically waved her lightsaber high over her head.

 

[WolfMortum]

KADAVO LABOR PROCESSING HUB​

SURFACE ENGAGEMENT ZONE/SHARED SPAWN​

Allies: [member="Phylis Alince"] & The Outer-Rim Coalition​

Expected Opposition: [member="Vaulkhar"] & [member="Funami Teriyaki"]​

Inventory: Jedi Robes | Lightsabers​

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He had remained on edge, eyes scanning the corridor ahead of him whilst the Force cried out in alarm, frenzied to his form in warning of an attack he hadn't been able to see coming. The vessels weapons-fire hadn't hit the facility exactly on point with where he'd been standing, though it had been close enough that the concussive blast had thrown the Jedi Master off of his feet, his stomach turning as gravity took charge, and just as he had been thrown into the air, it soon pulled him down against the floor with greater severity and stole the air from his lunges.

Smoke, ash and debris littered the corridor behind him. Veiere groaning under his breath in a scowl of frustration as he turned on his side to look back at the source of the interruption, just in time for two figures to drop down through the newly created entrance and the little one flourish a greeting in a rather peculiar way. If it hadn't been obvious they were looking to engage him in combat, Veiere might have found it amusing and light-hearted. Their arrival convinced Veiere to push himself to his feet, ignoring the pain of his landing for the sake of not being caught off-guard were they to move for the attack.

"I've met the Dark Lord of the Sith...-You're an improvement, so far" he responded to [member="Funami Teriyaki"], though she seemed a little out of her depth if first impressions were much to go by. And they often weren't. Shifting his gaze across to the older of the pair, [member="Vaulkhar"] looked somehow familiar though he couldn't place it. There was however an obvious difference in experience, and with his Lightsaber still in hand not yet to be activated, Veiere gave a moments pause as he gauged the Sith.

"I'm going to assume you're the one that called me old...".

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Location: En Route to Command Tower
Equipment: See Sig
Objective: Break [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Allies: [member="Jend-Ro Quill"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Prazutis"]

Standing alongside three other Jedi, Aten could feel the light, beacons among the darkness that surrounded them. The perversions of life that the Sith called their Crownguard rushing forward, alongside them the Sith Emperor. The Morellian was honest with himself, he enjoyed combat, he enjoyed displaying his martial prowess in combat. It was a lust that Aten had to battle every time he entered combat. That thirst even greater after his training with the Morgukai. Yet this wasn’t a weakness for the Knight, instead it was a boon in his eyes. He skirted the edge of the dark, his mind sealing itself off through the teachings of Teras Kasi and the Morgukai.

A single exhalation of breath and the white-haired man’s mind was cleared. Battle was no place for turmoil, of inner conflict, no, it was time to lay everything on the line to survive and battle the dark. One of the Crownguard came up on the Morellian who’s eyes were closed, his face completely relaxed before the gargantuan figure its vast shadow moving to engulf him. The abomination raised its broadsword bringing it down towards the crown of Aten’s skull attempting to completely bisect the Jedi where he stood.

A smile touched the edge of the Knight’s lips. It was always amusing how many people equated size to strength and combat prowess. The lightsaber cut through the air threatening the Jedi, yet his eyes were closed. To Aten everything moved in slow motion and was all too predictable. Kicking off the ground with his left foot, Aten shot forward within the monstrosities guard. The saber now meant the Jedi no harm as he was too close to the behemoth.

Left hand reaching up the Knight layed his palm on the Crownguards massive wrist. Fingers snaking around it with deceptive strength. His right leg kicked out at the shin of the being, repulsors firing and taking away its footing. With a simple movement of his right arm coming up, and a rotation of his shoulders Aten had sent the Crownguard up and over his head. A utilization of the creatures own momentum against it.

The crownguard flew directly into the path of the force blast meant to eradicate the Jedi, the guard turned to a charred corpse that fell to the ground. Eyes still closed seeing through the force itself Aten’s body turned to the behemoth that was [member="Darth Prazutis"]. “I was expecting something a bit more than that.” The Morellian teased the Sith Lord. Offering the malevolent being his right side Aten raised to fingers curling them inwards twice an open invitation.

 

[Credius Nargath]

Location: Automated facilities
Allies: TSE
Enemies: ORC & Allies

The man tilted his head for a moment, wondering what the armored woman would choose to do. Whatever she would choose though, he would comply to her decision, finding it more interesting to see her left alive than to kill her. After all, she was worth studying to say the least and he did like to study things thouroughly when given the chance. To emphasize that his patience was not unlimited, the Sith Lord started to draw in the force in a subtle manner, allowing for sparks and whisps of electricity to dance around his free hand. Alas, just as he was about to have his patience run out completely, it seemed that the woman had made a choice, yet what she did was all the more surprising.

As he did not expect what she was going to do, Darth halcyon instantly attempted to shield himself with the force when he noticed how the woman drew in a large amount of the force, compelling it to draw in the broken and tossed aside blastdoors into his direction, yet somehow she did not seem to target him with the chunks of metal, apparently only aiming to cut off his route back to the secure databanks. Thus while she ran, he made no attempt to follow her, simply looking at the pieces of metal barring his way with his lips curling a feint smile hidden by his mask, chuckling at this amusing decision that she made.

"All troops within the vicinity of the secure databanks, secure the perimeter and do not let anyone breach through," His hand held the transeiver for a moment, while he was chuckling, even laughing loudly. "I'll make my way to you shortly."

 

[Vaulkhar]

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Location: Kadavo Labor Processing Hub
Allies: The Sith Empire; [member="Funami Teriyaki"]
Enemies: Outer Rim Coalition; [member="Veiere Arenais"]
Objective: Fight
Music: Frozen Heart - Pentakill
Posts: 6

Vaulkhar did not argue with the young girl. Instead, his hand dropped to his side and he watched the young girl levitate down to the surface. Once she vanished he looked back over his shoulder to the droid piloting the vessel.

"Move south along the facility, we'll meet you for evac once we're finished."

With a nod to the droid he turned and dropped from the ship. He utilized the force to his advantage, wrapping himself in it as if it were a protective blanket. His shadowed form dropped behind the girl before slowly straightening. The Sith Lord focused his attention on the Jedi Master, though he allowed Funami her fun. It was definitely a comedic turn of events and that was something Vaulkhar could appreciate in the moments before battle. Once her little spectacle concluded, he set a hand on her shoulder and gently guided her behind himself. As he moved his eyes never left Veiere, his full attention was practically on the Jedi Master.

"Something like that," Vaulkhar stated from beneath his helmet. The voice was slightly distorted, though a clear enough memory would place the halfbreed without much thought. "I'm surprised you would bother with affairs involving the Sith. I was under the impression once they left precious Commenor alone, you'd be on your way."

Vaulkhar crossed his arms and put the majority of his weight on his right leg. The gesture was rather casual given the circumstances.

"How is Lady Kay? Still fighting the good fight?"

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

Location: Kadavo Labor Processing Hub
Allies: The Sith Empire; [member="Vaulkhar"]
Enemies: Outer Rim Coalition; [member="Veiere Arenais"] & Co.
Objective: Accompany Vaulkhar, provide support

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An eyebrow perked at the suspicious compliment. Others tended to underestimate the child for her small size, so she did not how to take the Jedi’s words about being an improvement over the Emperor. Admittedly cuter and prettier than the current leader of the Empire, Funami would make for a wonderful poster child of the Sith. Letting her weapon hand fall limp and eyeing the Jedi with a perplexed look etched in her features, the pink-haired psychokinetic suddenly felt awfully out of place. Vaulkhar and the Jedi apparently went way back and who was she to interfere? Preferring others to do her dirty work, Funami allowed Vaulkhar to move her aside without a single word of protest. His Makashi dwarfed hers and she looked forward to seeing it in action against a real foe.

Taking Vaulkhar’s exchange with the Jedi in, confusion wrinkled her brow. Who was lady Kay? What happened on Commenor? How did the two know one another? Questions raced through her mind as she stood aside and passively watched the duo. A spectator, she did not plan to get involved. Not just yet. Weathered and weakened opponents made for easier prey.

Planting her free hand on her hip, Funami cast a gaze to Vaulkhar’s saber, then at the Jedi’s weapon as she mentally urged the Sith lord to strike. The Jedi were awfully slow at activating their lightsabers and equally hesitant when it came to using the Force. Stingy, even. Morality was such a disgusting weakness, an artificially made nonsense that had no place the law of the jungle. Those who had power and hesitated to use it did not deserve to have it. The way of the universe.

The smoke’s acrid stench attacked her nose once more.

"Achoo!"

 

[WolfMortum]

KADAVO LABOR PROCESSING HUB​

SURFACE ENGAGEMENT ZONE/SHARED SPAWN​

Allies: The Outer-Rim Coalition​

Expected Opposition: @Vaulkhar & [member="Funami Teriyaki"]​

Inventory: Jedi Robes | Lightsabers​

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"You'll have to excuse my memory, but it's clear we've met before. I just cannot place where" Veiere admitted to the Sith Lord, a sparing glance to that of [member="Funami Teriyaki"] for a brief moment in consideration; The girl did not appear to be a threat as of yet, though that could change were he and the opposing male to engage one another and Veiere's back be turned long enough. Ever still, he could not help but wonder just how much of a junior member among the Sith the female was, and whether or not they could be persuaded to turn away.

"It's been quite a while since I was last on Commenor" Veiere replied, offering that much to the Sith; "Yet I have long served the Jedi throughout my life, with the occasional hiatus..." His words faded momentarily as he now questioned the man's familiarity. A friend of Krest's? The former Zabraki Sith Lord had pledged his support for [member="Kay Arenais"] once, long ago. "It was the Templar Order, wasn't it?" Veiere questioned, suspecting that to be one of the few times the Sith Lord might have met him outside of his practice and service to the Jedi Order, during which he had also been King of Commenor.

The Templars were a dream of Krests, or atleast they had been back then. What had become of them and where the were today wasn't something Veiere had followed, instead his attention had remained with his family and leadership over Commenor until the Sith had struck and then the last few years had been a battle of wills for the weight of the world he and Kay had carried atop their shoulders. Most people had heard about the Sith Occupation of Commenor, as well as the rebellion against them in which Veiere and his allies had freed the trade-world. What had once felt like a hopeless cause back then, somehow achieved through the grace and will of the Force.

"I'm getting the distinct impression this isn't a social call..." Veiere added, a hint of sarcasm offered to the pair as he noted their weapons, as well as the general air about them. As though their rather violent entrance hadn't been enough to speak volumes for their destructive appetites.

 

[Vaulkhar]

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Location: Kadavo Labor Processing Hub
Allies: The Sith Empire; [member="Funami Teriyaki"]
Enemies: Outer Rim Coalition; [member="Veiere Arenais"]
Objective: Fight
Music: Frozen Heart - Pentakill
Posts: 7

Silence stretched for several heartbeats. The Sith Lord's form remained an unmoving silhouette as the smoke rose from beneath them into the only feasible ventilation. Vaulkhar chewed on the inside of his lip, forcing away feelings of frustration. He knew in that moment he had to remain calm, fore he could not safely use his power near the younger Sith. Funami was not yet strong enough to ward away the strength of Sith Lord or Jedi Master, so he took a deep breath to maintain control as he faced his past.

The Templar Order.

Once a budding opportunity to stand side by side with the likes of Veiere and other Jedi. A promise for redemption, a better tomorrow and a series of other empty promises. Vaulkhar put faith in his former master and was used in return, or so he thought.

Another deep breath escaped him.

"Yes, your guess would be correct," Vaulkhar moved from the smoke to position himself several meters ahead of Funami. He tightened his grip on the lightsaber at his side, though he made no moves to activate it. With the Jedi's closing statement Vaulkhar nodded in return. "You're right on both accounts it seems. However, you tread where you do not belong Jedi. I offer an ultimatum. You turn around and leave the facility unharmed, or you may foolishly attempt to get past me."

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

Location: Kadavo Labor Processing Hub
Allies: The Sith Empire; [member="Vaulkhar"]
Enemies: Outer Rim Coalition; [member="Veiere Arenais"] & Co.
Objective: Support Vaulkhar


A nervous tap of her foot announced Funami’s growing anxiety. Listening to the two yielded several pieces of additional information, enough to assemble a large piece of the whole puzzle. Funami did not care about Commenor though. She cared nothing about the Templar order and lady Kay either. The only thing she wanted to witness was Vaulkhar dominating the Jedi. A proof of the Dark being mightier than the Light. The anticipation was killing her! While lightsaber duels between Jedi and Sith weren’t all that rare if one happened to be a member, she had never been in one and did not want this opportunity to go to waste. Another tap of her little shoe against the floor and she cleared her throat to wake up their killer instincts.

A glance full of suspicion went Vaulkhar’s way as the Sith lord stated his terms, too generous to her liking. Never known for holding honor in high regard, Sith rarely allowed stray lambs to walk out of the lion’s den. Was it a fair, honorable offer though? Or a trick to stab the leaving Jedi in the back? A backstabbing little imp, Funami knew what she'd do. Several taps of her shoes against the cold metal and she edged closer to Vaulkhar again, hesitant to stay too far behind. With that, she butted in on their conversation, her voice full of sweet, innocent warmth that did not match the menacingly humming lightsaber in her hand.

“Or you can surrender! You won’t be harmed. Honest! There are rules and laws for that,” the girl added cheerfully, leaning forward to allow her heart-wrenching puppy-dog stare fall upon the Jedi. “I think, anyway! Sorry, I'm pretty new to this thing!”

Rules had never been a big part of her life. The girl usually did whatever she wanted and got away with it thanks to her youthful looks and big eyes full of innocence.