Mission DIRE HOUR [NJO Rescue at The Empire Held Dorin]

[Alex StormWolf]

"Hold tight, uh, guy who's name I don't know, I'll try to keep this one off your back!"

"The name's Alex, kid! Alex StormWolf," Alex shouted.

Alex heard Seku suppressing a giggle that was bordering on a snort.

"What's so funny," Alex demanded.

"Guy who's name I don't know," Seku said between more giggles. "I like that kid! I like him a lot!"

"Your sense of humor manifests itself at the most inopportune times. You do realize that, right," Alex asked as he drove his lightsaber blades deeper into the metal of the door.

"I'll make it up to you later, my chee'ron," Seku answered, calling Alex 'warrior' in her native Ryl as she took aim with her blaster pistols and sent a few bolts in the direction of some advancing stormtroopers.

"Don't be making promises right now you might not get to keep," Alex replied.

"Don't go worrying your cute blonde head off, Love," Seku shot back. "I'm planning on walking away from this one in one piece."

Jasper Kai'el
Dominik Borra
Aridius 'TK-1575'
Amiggiee "Ami" Luith

 

[Aschwin Vethres]

Spoiler: Equipment

Addlehorn Armor
Curved Lightsaber
Light Shield

Aschwin was just about to strike Aveline Cuiléin with his curved lightsaber until Jax Thio arrived to assist. He raised a brow in a questionable manner when the man said "And I'm all out of ass" in a super confident voice. He looked towards his fellow Imperial Knight Jakkor Kess for comment and found none instead Knight Kess was speaking towards the girl and asked her to leave to avoid the violence. He had no quam with letting them escape as long as his father never found out. He was much more scarier than anyone on the battlefield.

"I don't recall summoning a washed up clown for the party"

Aschwin said with a smirk towards Jax Thio ; before moving to engage with his lightsaber blade while the tusken was still trying to figure out things with the girl opposing them currently. Activating the light-shield on his gauntlet which summoned a semi-transparent buckler. Adjusting it to 1.1 meters in diameter to give him full protection. His curved lightsaber moved into attack position with a thrust towards his center of mass.

Following this up with a flurry of light makashi strikes to take him out of the fight quickly.

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[Valery Noble]

Outfit | Weapon | Appearance

Outfit | XoXo
Location | Dorin
Tag | Aldric Laurent | DM to join/fight

One by one, Valery watched Imperial soldiers down below hit the dirt. Even without a proper rifle, Aldric was remarkably precise, and now that he had both Jedi cover and the high ground, his advantage could no longer be denied anymore. She knew it was going to change while he worked on taking down the comms tower, but she wouldn't fail him. Her desire to protect was always incredibly strong, and with him...

"Blacksite security? Probably pretty tight. Once we get in, gonna need as much cover as you can give me,"

Valery was still focused on deflecting incoming blaster bolts away, and only acknowledged his words with a slight dip of her head. It didn't matter how much time he needed to bring this thing down, she'd make sure he had it. For the safety of all those on this mission, for his protection, and for Nida Perl .

"Think you can handle that?"

Her fiery gaze finally turned to him, but there was nothing playful about her expression, nor did she seem to be joking around when it came to this. "You can count on it," she told him with powerful determination in her tone. "Let's get up there now," she said, gesturing to the control panel at the top platform. Once he was ready, Valery channeled the Force around them again and carried him up along with her to the smallest platform.

It made it more difficult to swing around lightsabers, but she had other methods. "We're going to be drawing a lot of attention up here, so stay low while you work. I'll keep the enemy's fire away." This time, Valery readied herself to channel her energy into a protective barrier around them to absorb incoming hits. Nothing was going to get through and hit him. Not on her watch.

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[Dominik Borra]

Dorin
Tags: Jasper Kai'el , Alex StormWolf , Aridius 'TK-1575'
Gear: Ebony, Heavy Blaster, MagRifle, Armor, Robotic Arm, Eye,
Current Objective: Destroy Comms Tower

Threat to National Security
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The shield and blaster fell away as they both went to the ground. Dominik was on his way to reach for another weapon and kill this trooper, but he hadd responded faster. Blaster fire richocheted off of Dominik's helmet. It wasn't styled like a Mandalorian's, but it was still Beskar and blaster proof glass. But being able to defend against something doesn't stop physics, and Dominik's head got jerked back with the power of the blasts. It was karking annoying, hurt his neck, and started to damage some of his systems. Dominik's hands instead went to the troopers. Both moving fast and hard, one went to ram and catch his wrist, the other to thhe barrel of the sidearm. The objective of this was to take the blaster, but the strength and ferocity that battle and adreneline gives you might have him knocking the blaster across the ground away from them both.

If that worked he would throw his robotic left fist into his helmeted head as his right reached down to pull out his own sidearm, a heavy blaster, and point it down to start firing on the trooper. This thing had knocked flying Mandalorians out of thhe sky, it would certianly blow this man to pieces.

 

[Rakaan Horne]

DORIN - Sahar

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She was lost.

He was found.

His lip twitched as Sahar continued to speak, her words like knives laced with lethal venom. The Imperial earned more and more of his ire with each sound that fled her cruel mouth, seen in the furrowed brow that creased lines into his forehead and the lowered twist in the corner of his mouth to form that often worn scowl. It was worn more often, as of late, forced to face these familiar foes. Too familiar.

The young Jedi swatted aside her intensive blows, able to follow up with his own in kind. It was a clash of blue and white with the scattered sparks, the dull interior of the prison complex flashed red with the sound of blaring klaxon alarms, illuminated by the display that unfolded in the coridoor as the two shifted backwards and forwards in their deadly dance.

In an exerted effort, the two met in the middle; the screech and whine of their blades as the two seared across one another, left there as Rakaan and Sahar found the chance to come face to face. "I will never join the Empire." He said between exerted efforts, "I know what I am; I am a Jedi." Rakaan shoved forwards and the two unlocked some distance between one another.

Sahar struck out, those swift few moments with the added feint had drawn in the attention of the Jedi. He motioned to defend, the blue blade moved as a blur with fleet-footed steps that switched and shifted. It proved useless once the superheated steam blew from the wall-mounted pipe towards his face.

"Gah!" Rakaan yelped in reflex with fumbled steps backwards and a hand risen to shield his face, only to continue on the backfoot with momentarily blurred vision.

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[Iris Arani]

Iris let out a breath. The colors had only gotten sharper since she'd been left by that other trooper. Alone, there was only one other option for her to get through here. Armor. An unfortunate Stormtrooper later and she was in the white plasteel of the Empire, marching down through the halls. Two lefts, one right. Six-seven-nine-three. Without hesitation she stepped through the door once it opened.

Only to be met by lethal intent.

Was she too short for a Storm Trooper? Maybe, but to get shot at immediately!? Her saber flashed to life from where she'd hidden it. In a flash the two guards were downed, then.. Silence. All the attention seemed to be on Yula and the rest of the rescue squad. That worked, she figured. Now she just needed to figure out where Nida was actually being held.

Nida Perl

 

[Aldric Laurent]

"You can count on it,"

Aldric turned to see the intense fire in Valery's eyes. Burning with conviction, defiant in the face of whatever threats would come their way. His smirk turned into a resolute nod of his head, "I know." The agent readied himself once more, as they ascended to the final platform.

Up top there was little between him and the control panel, but there was also little there at all. Space was limited, and they were quickly becoming a popular target for more and more nearby troopers, "I'll do what I can," Aldric crouched down, pulled out a data spike, and ripped open the hatch to expose the comm systems, "Let's see what you're workin' with…" He set to work, getting into a bit of a fight with the security countermeasures while they continued to be assaulted by blaster fire.

"Damn thing isn't going down easy," Aldric spared a momentary glance at the Jedi, "How you holdin' up, Val?"

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit | Weapon | Appearance

Outfit | XoXo
Location | Dorin
Tag | Aldric Laurent | DM to join/fight

Valery was so immensely focused on keeping them both shielded against the intense bursts of blaster fire that were sent up their way, that she barely even heard what he was saying. His confidence in her was all she needed right now, and it allowed her to form a nearly impenetrable barrier against the Imperials. First by projecting a barrier, but she quickly shifted back into using her lightsabers, as they required far less energy and made it easier to ignore the blaster bolts that she knew would miss their intended target anyway.

With several others fighting down below to thin the Imperial numbers, she knew it was only a matter of time until the pressure on her would also fade slowly.

She just needed to hold out long enough for Aldric to-

"Damn thing isn't going down easy,"

Valery blinked and briefly glanced over her shoulder, "I'm doing okay but wha-" she was interrupted as a powerful bolt from a sniper rifle struck a panel close to her, causing it to explode. Sparks and hot pieces of metal were flung around, drawing a brief but sharp yelp from Valery's lips as debris connected. The Force immediately pushed back against the pain, and she deflected a 2nd shot that would have otherwise struck her back, but her left arm was bleeding and somewhat burnt now.

"I'm okay!" she called out before he could get worried or ask. "Please... just get this thing offline." She didn't want to pressure him and forced out a smile in his direction, but she really wanted to get down as quickly as possible. On this limiting platform up high, she felt like a sitting duck

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[Amiggie Lutih]

Ami winced a bit seeing her deflected blaster bolt nearly hit her face. Thankfully it only grazed her helmet no doubt leaving a long black mark on it but still, Ami thought her face was going to get melted for a moment. "Damn these Jedi are fracking annoying," Ami muttered continuing to lay down fire taking down another trooper in the process. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins. With so much going on right now, Ami was so happy to have something shooting at her again.

Her Mom didn't understand, Ami lived for combat so far, the Empire sucked at provided Ami the action that she craved but in the battles that Ami did participate boy did she have fun. "Oh chit!" Ami saw the Jedi's friend grab her Thermal Detonator and hurling it at her position.

"INCOMING!" Ami yelled at Aridius 'TK-1575' and the two heavy troopers. She got up and tried to sprint out of the way but the Thermal Detonator exploded in midair lifting Ami off of her feet and sending her high up. Ami his head was ringing as if somebody entered her head and began to use her brain as a punching bag.

It didn't get better when she landed headfirst onto the steel ground intensifying her pain. "Frack me....." through her blurred vision, Ami saw a young Jedi running as inhumanely fast towards her.

"You gotta be kidding me!" Ami spotted her rifle quickly crawling towards it however, her head was still pounding, and she felt like she wanted to throw up.

"Come on you're not Mom!" Ami growled inching closer to her rifle. "Fight through the pain!"

She felt shame when she compared her pain threshold to her Mom's. Mom may not be a tank like Dad and Ami was but she was the emotional rock that held the small family together. That required strength..... right? Ami hands grasped the rifle. "EAT MY BLASTER BOLTS NERF HERDER!" Using all of her strength to sit on one knee, Ami began to fire her rifle at full auto at the Jedi aiming for his leg, elbow, frack anything that can cause him to drop his fracking Lightsaber.

Jasper Kai'el
Dominik Borra
Alex StormWolf

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Dorin
Tags: Dominik Borra , Alex StormWolf , Amiggie Lutih , Aridius 'TK-1575' ​

"EAT MY BLASTER BOLTS NERF HERDER!"

That was just enough of a heads up to prepare Jasper for the incoming shadow of blaster bolts, which were fortunately rather visible in the fog. The padawan weaved out of the way using his increased speed, deflecting the bolts that drew near with his lightsaber. The firepower was definitely, to an extent, decently overwhelming. If not for the grip of his mechanical arm, a single mistake would surely send his weapon flying. Try as she might, Jasper was getting close, an fast.

A stray blaster bolt grazed Jasper's shoulder, staggering him for a moment. It stung on impact, but Jasper's adrenaline was too high for him to be phased by it at the moment. Still, he was definitely gonna feel it after this was over. Running up on the stormtrooper's left flank, the duelist leapt up into the air, utilizing an Ataru-style flip before coming down with his lightsaber out. The blade was in front of him, prepared to intercept any point blank bolts that the trooper might be desperate enough to fire off. He wasn't aiming to kill her. That wasn't the Jedi way. Instead, Jasper planned to cleave through her rifle, rendering her unarmed.

"Keep Nerf Herders out of your mouth," Jasper snapped at the trooper. "They're a pillar of galactic society."

Nobody ever respected the little guy. It was really telling that the name of hard working citizens of the galaxy was seen as profanity. The padawan, personally, believed that Nerf Herders deserved more respect. It was people like them that held the galaxy together. Jasper would never insult a hero.

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Allies: Yula Perl Kyra Perl | GA
Enemies: Tulan Kor | Empire

"Think we have her location- transmitting details. This could be a trap, so move cautiously. Imperials may be bastards, but they ain’t dumb."

Receiving Yula's message over comms, Thirdas glanced down at the two Imps who had gotten themselves pinned beneath the durasteel slab. "Clearly."

As Nida's location was pinpointed through the use of Yula's particular set of skills, one of the aforementioned Imps made a last-ditch effort to grasp his ankle feebly, as if it somehow would impede his movement. Simply stepping out of arm's reach, he rested his hand atop the makeshift cover. "Stay here, I'll get help," he joked at the Stormtrooper's expense before departing to join Yula and Kyra.

Linking up at the point where the eldest Perl sister had learnt would take them to Nida, he took a cursory look at the two girls, Kyra especially. Knowing full well the pair could handle themselves, he still felt protective of his soon-to-be sisters-in-law.

"Think you can punch your way through this one, Colonel?"

A ridiculous proposition by any standards if it wasn't for said Colonel's track record. He didn't mind playing the part of the brute; he knew his uses, and superior physical strength was definitely one of them. The cybernetic enhancements of a couple of steel limbs were just the cherries on top.

"Stand clear."

Flexing the phrik-plated right arm surgically attached to his shoulder, he gave it a couple of trial runs to find the perfect spot to place his blows before winding back for the initial strike. A loud thunderclap rocked the cell block as his fist struck the dull metal of the blast door, leaving an inch-deep indentation from the first punch. He was testing the limits of himself as well as just how much force the door could take.

The second strike built upon the last, creating an even deeper shape of his fist in the thick steel and causing the entire door to distort inwards as the thunder of steel against steel filled the space of the cell block once more. Any prisoner that had dismissed the first as mere noise now stood with their faces pressed to their only window to the outside, to catch a glimpse of what was happening.

Before winding up for a third, Thirdas would glance down at the betrothal band that had adorned his left hand since that wonderful occasion atop the walls of Anvil. They were together again, for real this time. He was hers, and she was his. They'd been given their future back; been granted a second chance at the life they'd wished for since the day they met. All the heartache, all the pain, all the misery thrust upon them... He harnessed it all; fuelling his efforts as he now threw one last punch at the blast door, unleashing every ounce of strength bestowed upon him.

With a roar not unlike that of the sigil of his house, the Prince of Midvinter forced the door clean off its hinges and let it fall to the floor with a loud clang. Stepping through the breach as the dust settled, the giant of a man stared down the platoon of prison guards sent to stop the intrusion.

Calmly stowing his rifle on his back, Thirdas instead produced a simple-looking battle axe that would seem vastly misplaced in a galaxy of blasters and other advanced weapons. He remained where he stood, weighing the heavy axe of his homeworld in both hands.

"My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?"

Hungry eyes like that of a predator scanned the faceless troopers one by one, checking their body language for frailties. A slight flinch, a minor shift in the placement of their feet, a frantic glance over at a fellow guard. Which one would go first?

"How 'bout you give us the Zeltron girl, and we forego the whole bodily mutilation part?"

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra caught the pillar of flame with a flick of her hand, the heat of the fire boiling through the force shield she had erected. She scowled at the necessity of it and responded with a pulse of telekenetics. It crashed into the legs of those advancing and sent them tumbling. Kyra released her use of the force and slammed on the remains of a panel, sending a door down between the two groups.

That cut them off. For now.

Kyra turned just as Thirdas Heavenshield pried his way through the blast door they had come upon, and what do you know... "More of them," she commented, exasperated.

"Why can't our family just be normal for once? Honestly-- a bar fight-- a DUI. I'm not picky."

Kyra let Thirdas hold the front. He was the brute force. Her skills were more set in... catching loose ends. She pulled out the blaster again.

 

[Sahar]

Sahar|Imperial Knights|Dorin
Tags:// Rakaan Horne

"You're not a Jedi; you're a sniveling little worm; that's good for nothing besides being crushed beneath my boot."

She retorted slyly, creeping back against the encroaching fog and cloud of steam filling the corridor as it embraced the knight in black and made her disappear out of sight.

Sahar watched him through the shrouded smoke as Rakaan groaned in pain and covered his eyes, allowing herself a malicious smile as she took in it all as she backtracked to distance herself from him. She'd thought about the stab from behind that'd so brutally ruined her best chance of ending Dagon on Ilums icy plains; it'd shocked even her that it'd come from such a person. The pure pain and humiliation of being denied what she wanted from someone who was supposedly her own hardened the Kandarans heart with hate; she had nothing but ill intent towards Rakaan and would see him suffer for every transgression.

Of course, the idea of being the hero and redeeming himself to save the pink b*tch in prison was too much to resist for Rakaan; she knew he'd do it to prove himself to his Jedi owners what a good little dog he was. A dog he was, but a dumb one at that.

"They say you truly find yourself in times of great distress and pain, and I hope you find yourself too, for your own sake."

Sahar raised her free gloved hand, curling it into a fist and knocking it against the durasteel wall to give the blinded Rakaan a hint to follow through the smoke. He'd not easily give up; the attraction of killing her then, and there was too much; Sahar wanted Rakaan to follow her as many other Jedi had done, right into her little trap.​

 

[FN-999]

Objective: Secure the prisoner
Allies: Empire | Varos Ignacious Korvan
Enemies: GA | Engaging/Indirectly Engaging: Iris Arani | Kyra Perl | Thirdas Heavenshield | Yula Perl

At the sound of a loud bang from the blast door, the platoon froze.

At the sound of a second bang, each trooper reached for their weapon's trigger.

The third bang knocked the door clean off its hinges.
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"Get back!!!" yelled FN-999.

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All at once, the platoon rapidly backpedaled, the door landing mere centimeters from the feet of the front five stormtroopers.

"Resume formation, fire when ready!" ordered the Baron.

In the wake of its collapse, a cloud of dust and smoke had formed, concealing the view of whatever had knocked down the door.

Before they could react, a booming male voice sounded from within the smoke.

Calmly stowing his rifle on his back, Thirdas instead produced a simple-looking battle axe that would seem vastly misplaced in a galaxy of blasters and other advanced weapons. He remained where he stood, weighing the heavy axe of his homeworld in both hands.

"My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?"

Hungry eyes like that of a predator scanned the faceless troopers one by one, checking their body language for frailties. A slight flinch, a minor shift in the placement of their feet, a frantic glance over at a fellow guard. Which one would go first?

"How 'bout you give us the Zeltron girl, and we forego the whole bodily mutilation part?"

[Hold your fire.] whispered FN-999, using his comms to be heard by the entire platoon.

The instant the Jedi made his introduction, the Baron was able to gauge just how powerful the man was.

Ever since the early days of his service in the First Order, FN-999 had been confronted by Jedi in battle. After miraculously escaping his first few encounters, he had begun to learn, and over the years, he had come to understand a crucial pattern. In general, the most powerful Jedi were also the most mature and confident. A truly skilled Jedi often used their words to demoralize or distract large groups of foes before cutting them down. By contrast, weaker Jedi generally engaged smaller groups of regular soldiers and without prior notice, relying on shock and the element of surprise as much as their own powers.

As the dust cloud faded, revealing the Jedi's physical form, his immense capabilities became even clearer.

In front of the platoon stood a mountain of a man, at least 20 centimeters taller than the above-average height Baron. In his hands was a large battle axe, its size possibly even exceeding that of Iustitia. Its wielder was certainly stronger than FN-999, having apparently torn down the blast doors with his bare hands. His prosthetic arm certainly would have helped, its surface glinting with what appeared to be phrik. Behind him stood a duo of humanoid women, less heavily armed and armored but undoubtedly Jedi and dangerous.

In a pitched battle, the Baron's squad would likely be wiped out.

Time and time again, FN-999 had seen the most mature and confident Jedi cut down forces five times the size of his without breaking a sweat. He was in a tough place, his back pressed against a wall. What was left for him to do? Launch an all-out assault, only to watch his platoon be torn apart by ungodly powers? Retreat, and suffer a deserter's fate? Give in to the Jedi's demands and survive, and be labeled a traitor? For the first time since the nightmare at Csilla, he was truly at a loss for words.

"You think we could negotiate something?" whispered a nearby shock trooper to another, just barely in the Baron's earshot.

"At the very least, it'll buy us time." replied the other trooper.

Suddenly, the world came into sharper clarity, his jumbled thoughts coalescing around a single idea.

If the Jedi could deftly use words as weapons, then so could he. After all, FN-999 was a member of the Imperial aristocracy, however new he may be. It would be great practice for the battlefields of politics ahead, whose stakes were likely as equally high as the ones he found themselves in.

Taking a deep breath and getting himself together, FN-999 replied to the Jedi's provocations.

"Before you get started on your bodily mutilation, let me tell you this." introduced the Baron. "Even if you somehow manage to cut through every single one of us and get the right door to free your prisoner, you're not leaving Dorin alive. Already, an Imperial fleet is in orbit. It's only a matter of time before the interdictors show up. If you want to get back home safe and sound, now's the time to leave."

"So let me give you a proposal, Jedi. Leave now, and we will not pursue you. You've already accomplished a great deal, learning the location and layout of one of the most classified locations in the Empire. Next time, return with a larger force. However, if you remain stubborn, I guarantee you we will hold you off for long enough for Imperial interdictors to trap you onworld. In a matter of days at most, you will join your friend in the cells."

"Choose wisely."

Truthfully, it was not entirely a bluff. The Baron knew each and every one of his troopers would happily sacrifice themselves if it meant foiling the Alliance's mission, and Imperial naval reinforcements truly were on the way. Still, his heart felt as if it was about to burst out of his chest, a fear rapidly growing that he would be verbally chewed out for his hastily constructed argument.

Within this strange soup of emotions, the Baron mentally applauded himself for making his first ever public speech as a nobleman.

 

[Alex StormWolf]

"Keep Nerf Herders out of your mouth. They're a pillar of galactic society."

"Oh, he's not happy," Seku stated, catching the tone of Jasper's voice as he advanced towards his adversary. "This could get real interesting."

"He's got spirit, I'll give him that," Alex admitted, glancing over his shoulder at Seku. "Sort of reminds me of myself when I was that age...."

"How's the door coming, OLD MAN" Seku asked with a smirk. "We need to get up top and help secure a perimeter around the com tower."

"Going as fast as I can, EYAN UZA" Alex answered, calling Seku 'young one' in Ryl as he began drawing his sabers downwards in a wide arc. "The metal on this door is pretty thick."

"Talk about built to last," Seku replied, firing off a few more shots from her blasters.

"Come on, babies, you can do it," Alex said, coaxing his weapons as if they were alive. "Don't fail me now!"

Little by little, the metal began to buckle inwards. And then....a blaster bolt ricocheted off the wall next to Alex, catching him square in the right shoulder. From the jolt of pain that rocked him back on his heels, Alex suspected it had been fired from a heavy blaster.

"I'm hit," Alex yelled out Seku. "I don't know how bad...I really don't even want to look."

"Ooooh, that's definitely gonna leave a mark," Seku said with a grimace as she examined the wound. "Looks like it went clean through."

"Well...how are you at patching someone up under battlefield conditions," Alex asked, as he withdrew his sabers from the door and extinguished them.

"First time," Seku admitted, as she extracted a medical kit from her pack. "SIA agents usually don't operate on the front lines under fire."


Jasper Kai'el
Dominik Borra
Aridius 'TK-1575'
Amiggiee "Ami" Luith

 

[Ichika Masudo]

THE PINK ATRISIAN
NEW JEDI ORDER
BLACKSITE BARBAROUS - DORIN
Aaran Tafo | Sars Sarad

"Agreed."

That was good - they were of the same mind. She saw a great deal of matter being kicked up in the wake of the Duster Man’s force-borne outburst, but it was just as quickly halted by her Master’s shielding, which came into being a shade faster than she could summon, herself, but she was nonetheless effective in expanding their coverage with a similar faint shimmer. Quick, momentary defenses such as these also preserved strength. She, like any other, was not limitless.

"You're wrong."

How was she wrong? She struggled to grasp his perspective. It just didn’t make sense. Why would the Force lead a grown man to assault a teenage girl? How did that help anyone? Her frown deepened and her brow knit together in abject discomfort at the places those thoughts could travel, and the pressure of his relentlessness, but she remained unmoved, save for her hand hovering over the hilt at her side. Just in case.

Her Master reciprocated the Duster Man’s blast, engaging their assailant with a flurry of shrapnel, projected at lethal velocity. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight, as Aaran further pressed his reply with the strength of bladework in a golden hue.

Yet more questions for later.

"Padawan. He seems disinclined to listen to reason and is after you. What do you do in a situation like this?"

Blue eyes followed the exchange, with patient wariness. It was one thing to have to simply react and rely on instinct, but with her Master’s intercession, and being granted the ability to stop and consider in the midst of battle? It was a bit like being stuck between two versions of herself. The one that would simply seek to end the fight in the most expedient way possible - the girl of the blade - and the one that knows there must be mercy - the Jedi.

How was she to word that?

“You…” [ Hmmm… ] she mused inwardly - it was easier to simply do rather than think about it, “...make them not want to fight anymore,” there was a word for that, “oh, dissuade them, Master.” [ Or… ehhh… ] There was another option here. “Or subdue them.”

Her frown relaxed a little. That felt like a good answer, even if those kind of felt like the same thing.

“And then you withdraw." She nodded slowly. "Ehhh, from the fight, I mean to say, not the mission."

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[Sars Sarad]

COMPNOR BLACKSITE 57 "BARBAROUS"
Grounds
Allies: Imperials
Enemies: GA; Aaran Tafo , Ichika Masudo

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It seemed this was a dance that Sarad could not avoid. If he sought his true objective then he'd have no choice but to engage the man standing between him and her.

As @Aaron Tafo stepped back, the remnants of metallic debris and shrapnel caused by the explosion Sarad had created were launched back at him. With his left hand still outstretched he harnessed the force, a faint metallic blue energy apparating at his fore that the jagged shards of durasteel would impact before they reached his person. Smashing themselves or harmlessly deflecting aside against a telekinetic shield while his lightsaber burned hot in his right hand.

It was impossible for more of his attention not to shift to Tafo at this point, especially since Ichika Masudo was in the background behind him. As he made those probing jabs Sarad would answer with parries from the inside or the outside meant to deflect and redirect before resetting his weapon. Each motion was quick, utilizing the minimum amount of energy necessary but never moved to engage, Sarad understood a jab for what it was as a probing stroke meant to lull someone into creating an opening for a counterattack beyond a mere test of defenses and skill.

Using footwork in conjunction with his parrying defense Sarad actively sought to move around to the outside of Tafo's guard before striking when he felt he found an opening. He'd be careful not to over extend himself and actively seek to cross 'sabers and lock his blade with Tafo's so that they both might be held together in a crackling clash of energy.

"What's this girl to you?"

...he'd ask...

"How can you ever expect her to grow if you shield her?"

....his eyes were staring at Tafo but he could see Daisy in his peripheral, beyond the Jedi as it were and just out of reach. She hadn't actually engaged him yet though she could.

Bringing his left arm back in, elbow cocking back behind his shoulder with his fingers pressed together and aimed forward a brief jolt of telekinetic energy expended itself in the form of short lived concussion force like a jab aimed at the base of Tafo's throat sudden and stunning.

 

[Rakaan Horne]

DORIN - Sahar

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He only sneered, the vile twist to his mouth portrayed the often concealed bitter fury.

His vision returned to him, but amid the clouds of smoke that funelled into the halls of the detention complex, there was no method to it. It was all taken from him, those senses as remnants of the heat still crawled across his flesh. He reached out into the Force, even as Sahar made her efforts to provoke the young Jedi. In it, the man found her but so soon after the sound of a fist across durasteel echoed in the separate area from the rest of the battle; deserted, barren.

"It was all a lie, Sahar." Rakaan called as he moved across the smoke-filled hall with no more than the blue hue of his blade to fill the darkness that found them, the smoke and steam in front of him obscured his now cured vision still. His steps were slow and careful, to say the least. "It was all a mission from the Council. To trick the Imperials, to let them think I was one of them so I could learn from the inside."

The Jedi came to wear the fist once hit the metal. In turn, his eyebrows lofted with suspicion.

"You have no idea who I truly am."

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[Yula Perl]

Engaging | FN-999
Immediate Allies | Kyra Perl Thirdas Heavenshield Iris Arani

"Oh, now you're okay with the DUI." Came the biting response to Kyra's quip. "You can't keep pulling that card whenever you want."

While Thirdas was busy smashing his way through inches of solid duracrete, Yula used this brief space of time to send a ping out to the rest of the team, particularly those who were heading different tasks across the blacksite( Aaran Tafo Valery Noble Jasper Kai'el Caltin Vanagor and Veino Garn ). Her voice would be clear enough to hear, cutting out in spots where the comm picked up sounds of the Colonel's phrik fist carving a path through the durasteel door.

"We're closing in on Nida but it looks like the fight ain't over. We need to be ready to leave as soon as we nab her. What's your status?"

She tuned the comm to Iris' frequency- she was nearby, but her location couldn't be pinpointed. "Iris, are you near the cell block? W-"

How many punches from a cybernetically enchanted Valkyri does it take to crumple a durasteel blast door? One, two—crunch—

Three.

"Yeesh."

Both a commentary on Thirdas' incredible strength and the platoon of stormtroopers waiting for them. Instead of a hail of blaster fire, they held steady—ready to fire, but not yet engaging. Yula cocked her head to the side as their commander spoke, laying out his assessment of their situation and offering them an out. While his proposal was considered with extreme irony, Yula examined their competition. Rows of stormtroopers positioned with militaristic precision, some bearing specialized insignias were ready to cut them down in a moments notice. The Force surged, gentle but consistent while the Zeltron extended her empathy senses outward to the Imperial troopers, not invasively probing any minds but searching to glean what she could from the platoon's disposition.

Unease was present—she'd be shocked if anyone present was wholly comfortable. When properly tempered, fear could be advantageous. It made you more careful and less likely to die from a stupid mistake. Resilience, camaraderie, even confidence were also in the larger mix. Her helmeted gaze shifted to their commander, scrutinizing the aura of authority around him. A good leader brought out the best in their soldiers, even if the tides were looking unsure.

"Aw, that's sweet. He's worried about us."

In the end, Yula did not trust the Imperials. The Empire hadn't managed to sweep a large part of the galaxy by being inept at combat, and to an extent, political maneuvering. As appreciative as her view was on them cutting down the Sith within their ranks, it cast a heavy shadow on their ability to nurture alliances as a trustworthy partner. She'd seen it in their treatment of Enlil, then again on Ilum.

He had a point, though- the Empire did have numbers, and this was their home turf. She also had no doubt they they'd be able to rally more aggressive reinforcements, enough to crush the twenty or so Jedi who decided onto Dorin for this slapdash of a rescue mission. Which meant that time was a critical factor here.

"I suggest you direct that concern inward."

Yula's voice rose, trickles of venom seeping into an otherwise steady tone as feelings of anxiety and discomfort, even panic would rush over the platoon. She'd taken hold onto whatever unease they were feeling, twisting her natural empath abilities to amplify anything negative, anything she figured would throw them off balance. Her own personal distaste for the Empire was present, given what they'd done to her family.

A glance in solidarity at Thirdas and Kyra would affirm that they were all in. Inhaling slowly, the Force drew to her like the tide swelling into a stormy sea.

"Like hell we'd trust a pack of BACKST-!"

Snarling, both the words and the Force caught in Yula’s throat when an a stranger in Imperial garb entered the room and started negotiating with his comrade.

 

[Tulan Kor]

COMPNOR BLACKSITE 57
"BARBAROUS"

NOT US

Iris Arani l FN-999 l Thirdas Heavenshield l Kyra Perl l Yula Perl



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Out of the shadows of the room, in walked Tulan Kor. His rifle laid across his chest, he simply marched past Thirdas' team, and inbetween the Imperials and the Jedi. The big one. Perhaps none of the alliance members simply shot him because he was out of uniform, or perhaps they recognized him. Tulan Kor was a notorious bastard, in good or bad. To say that his influence across multiple special warfare schools and units was an understatement. He served under plenty of flags, and earned his reputation as a mean son of a queen. He reached up, taking his helmet off, running a hand through his hair.

He looked over at the other soldier, equally capable in his own way, FN-999. Tulan knew enough and was friends enough with the right people that he knew his real name- or at least, the first name. Tulan pulled down his mask, holding his helmet in his hand, the red-tints of the night vision illuminating his thigh that it was near.

He commanded silence over the room, despite the battle outside. He let it sit in the air for a moment, not having looked at the Jedi yet.

"This who we wanna be, Baron? The guys who kidnap girls, torture 'em and keep in a cage?" He said, blinking. "They're not the Sith. They ain't always right but this..." He waved his hands around the entire facility.

"This is bloody madness, mate. We're in a fuckin' blacksite, designed to torture some girl- for fucking WHAT!"

In all of his years as an operator, instructor, teacher, mentor, and the very emissary of the Grim Reaper- Tulan Kor rarely, if ever raised his voice. It wasn't a comfortable feeling to have him do so. Despite his short stature, he commanded a great presence in the room. He emphasized his point by kicking a piece of rubble violently towards Lucas' platoon, the piece of duracrete flying across the room.

"I signed on to fight the Sith and get some fucking peace back to the galaxy, and here we fucking are- killing and torturing, kidnapping! You tell me right now sir, what makes us RIGHT NOW any different than that son of a queen Carnifex and all of his cronies."

Tulan looked back at Thirdas, finally.

"Good to see you, mate."

He turned back to look at Nines, his hands not occupied by any weapon other than his words.

"This ain't right mate. I know you know that. Nobody else needs to die here, please. No more Troopers, no more Jedi, no more. Not today. We already fucked up enough mate. We're turning into what we all signed up to stop."

Begging, pleading. A sense of helplessness from the man who brought down an Empire, who faced down Sith lightning and lived, the man who survived multiple planets being destroyed. A survivor, a fighter, a killer. To the Jedi in the room, he carried the heavy weight of death around him like a shroud, as if he was wrapped in the Grim Reaper's cloak.

But even Tulan knew that this was not the fight they needed to be having.

"I'm begging you sir, this is not what we're supposed to be."

He stood between them all, unflinching. He knew what they'd say. Traitor. Coward. Despot. Sympathizer. Jedi-lover. But he'd been call them before, and was right before. But he knew there was the quiet dissent at the treatment of those touched by the force in his compatriots. Besides the change of name and flag, was there much difference between them and the Sith currently? A blacksite, a kidnapping, interrogation, and kidnapping? Tulan didn't think so, and he spent nearly three decades fighting the Sith in one form or another... to say that he had a personal stake in not becoming them, was an understatement.

"We were supposed to be better."