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

[Valery Noble]

Outfit | Weapon | Appearance

Outfit | XoXo
Location | Dorin
Tag | Aldric Laurent

She didn't like the idea of splitting up, as their close teamwork thus far had proven to be very effective. But with two shooters and possibly other Imperial soldiers covering them, she had to agree. "I can take the one on the left there," Valery said while she covered him so he could suppress them with a few bolts. It was hard to be precise at this distance and with so much chaos around them, but they were given a few seconds.

When the snipers had repositioned a little again, though, Aldric picked up on their attempt to target the couple. He used his body to dodge and shove Valery behind cover in the process, and the crimson bolt of plasma struck the edge less than a second later. "They'll be looking," she assured him with a nod while she centered herself and held her weapon in hand.

"Ready."

Valery waited for the flashbang to go off, and wasted not even a second — she jumped out and exploded up into the air and towards one of the two snipers, who had pulled his face away from the powerful rifle after being blinded. By the time his senses were adjusted enough to notice Valery, it was already too late and he was struck down.

"Aldric!" she called out, hoping he had the other one covered. All she heard were shots, and in this chaos, she wasn't focusing enough on the individual presences to figure out who had shot who.

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[Aveline Cuiléin]

Tags: Jax Thio Aschwin Vethres Jakkor Kess

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Galatic Republic, she heard him say and thought Now that's an institution I haven't heard mentioned in a long while.

Aveline nodded. "I see. I'm sorry to hear that." There was a resignation to it. It wasn't that he agreed with him, it was more than she understood that he had made up his mind on the matter. Today would not be the day when she convinced him otherwise. "Despite it all, I do forgive you."

Aveline understood they would battle, but it quickly dawned on her that she hadn't been prepared for the sort of battle they'd be taking. There was little time to dwell on the nature of forgiveness. She couldn't quite grasp what happened, but he appeared to be overtaken by some madness. Perhaps it was the madness he needed to embrace in order to kill her.

The former man turned creature shouted a horrific cry, and cone of flame washed towards her as if manifested by some kind of devil. Aveline let out a curse, darting backwards and dropping to the ground. For a moment everything in front of her was consumed by the flames sent on to her by Aschwin, only to be broken up by the darkened shape of a savage beast, charging at her.

Fethfethfeth, standstandstand. She barely got to her feet, only to be pressed back down by a savage strike. Desperation dictated her defence, managing to push off to the side to get back up standing, but no respite did she find before he was upon her again.

Aveline was no Soresu expert, and this course of action only appeared to her to be delaying the inevitable. Like a whisper, a comment from a previous lesson came to her. A Jedi always should look to be on defense. But sometimes the best defense is a good offense.

It was simple. A bit reckless. But perhaps it could work? What she was doing now certainly wouldn't. The way she was fighting now stood in direct contradiction to her training in Ataru.

The young Padawan broke off from the string of last-ditch parries, darting to the side with a leap as if retreating. Instead her foot found the wall and she threw herself back at the monster before her, aiming to test his defences now with a flurry of rapid strikes. She would try to come at him from many angles, mindful of her footwork and trying to always stay on the move and keep coming from different directions.

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Location: Cellblock
Objective: Survive
Friendlies: Yula Perl Kyra Perl Tulan Kor Iris Arani | GA
Hostiles: FN-999 Rys Harand Varos Ignacious Korvan | Empire

One by one the blood-raged berserker swept his enemies aside, movement impeded by his faulty leg notwithstanding. Stumbling ever onwards like a mad beast, his sole focus was reaching the Baron leading his men. Didn't matter how many stood in his way. Through sheer willpower, he became a force of nature against whom no man appeared capable of halting.

What finally brought the beast low was no man at all, as fate would have it.

While busy carving a bloody path through another Stormtrooper in white-turned-sanguine armour, his attuned senses were struck by the distinct howl of a minigun spinning into action up ahead. The realisation that the Imp commander he'd had in his sights all along had now, in return, taken him into his sights made his Valkyri rage give way to rational thought; a dichotomy of behaviours years of disciplined military training had instilled in the man, who was proving gifted in the ways of violence from a young age.

"COLONEL!"

He registered Yula crying out just as he witnessed the first round leave the multi-barreled minigun the Baron hefted, but didn't have time to acknowledge her action of moving towards him with lightsaber in hand. That first shot dug through the deceased trooper he'd just finished off before hitting Thirdas in the shoulder. Within a second the body of the trooper was split apart by the concentrated barrage that followed, hitting the Colonel directly. The armour he wore soaked up a lot of the damage, but it could not hope to maintain integrity against such a relentless hailstorm.

Yula was one of the nimblest, quickest fighters he'd witnessed first-hand. Even with the aid of the Force, she could not hope to reach him in time.

The warrior fell, brought to his knees by the initial volley as dozens of blaster bolts pierced the rent armour, mostly hitting his shoulder and right side of his torso. Some of them glanced off his phrik-forged arm, but it mattered little when faced with such overwhelming firepower.

But the beast was not yet slain. In the interim before another devastating volley could be unleashed, Thirdas groaned and growled like a wounded animal, clutching his right side while tasting the blood filling his mouth. With a defiant glare, he stared the Imp officer down before spitting his own blood onto the floor.

He watched as Yula now stood between him and a second barrage, deflecting countless rounds a second. She would be brought down as well, in the end.

"You... cannot... kill me," he spoke again, this time in Basic, hissing with each laboured breath. From behind the eldest Perl sister, the giant willed himself to his feet, ignoring pain that would have crippled any lesser being. Hand against the wall to keep standing upright, the moment of respite his sister-in-law provided him allowed time to give his faulty cybernetic leg a whack with the butt of his axe, kicking it back into gear. Though it granted him the use of both legs, he was still significantly weakened by his wounds.

"Huntress, guide my aim. Warrior, grant me strength," he chanted as the Force surged in him. He was the son of Thurion and Coci Heavenshield; two of the mightiest Jedi the galaxy had ever known. Within his veins coursed the blood of ancient kings, favoured of the Gods. His bearded axe held aloft, he sent it twirling towards the Baron, so perfectly in synch with Yula's dance of deflections that it soared past her without breaking up her momentum.

Regardless of whether the throw found its target, Thirdas dropped to his knees once more as his wounds made their presence felt. Eyes of midnight black fell upon the once-pristine betrothal band on his finger, now splattered with blood and grime. Was it his fate to perish in this cold place, far from home, without seeing his beloved one last time?

No, he decided.

So long as there was still breath in his body, he would fight on. Because she was worth it. Their future was worth it.

Reaching for the comm-link provided by Caltin Vanagor prior to the battle, the Colonel uttered the callsign the Jedi Master had mentioned. "Apostles... this is Daddy's Boy," he spoke with great strain, instructing the team to reinforce their position guns blazing. "Initiate Aggressive Negotiations on my coordinates, over."

Switching back to his assault rifle, Thirdas loaded a fresh grenade from his belt and fired it at the enemy platoon, doing what he could to support Yula in his weakened state.

 

[Nida Perl]

Varos Ignacious Korvan Silas Westgard Kyra Perl

Nida listened closely when the Inquisitor explained what he was about to do to her. It wasn't lost on the healer that he was using the same tone she often used with patients when explaining a procedure—steady yet matter-of-fact. Reassuring, almost. The sheer irony of it all culminated into a bitterly metallic taste in her mouth, and suddenly Nida felt nauseous.

She didn't trust a word he'd said. If it tasted like honey, it was probably poison.

Varos would meet resistance as he pushed his way into her mind. Part Epicanthix given the paternal portion of her DNA, Nida's mental defenses were naturally more rigid than most, though not to the extent of a pure-blood. Still, the Inquisitor would find that breaking into the Zeltron's psyche was not as easy as leafing through the pages of a magazine; he'd have to expend a good deal of effort and concentration to glean a look at her consciousness.

Nida's teeth gnashed together and her body stiffened, fingers gripping at the fabric of her sleeves. It wasn't necessarily painful, but very…intrusive. Uncomfortable. Like watching someone ransack your home as you simply stood by and watched as they rifled through your most treasured, private possessions. He was either skilled or decent enough to not be brutish in his ministrations, and Nida vaguely wondered if it was borne out of honor or pride.

Something was off. Granted, the entire situation was, but situation was different here. Mind probing had become a familiarity to her among the Sith, a skill she'd learned to wield while under the jurisdiction of her father, Darth Carnifex. Something different was at play here, but Nida could not pinpoint it. Not yet.

The Force suppression collar digging into her neck was suddenly at the forefront of Nida's mind. She'd long gotten used to the snug fit, but now she was hyper aware of its existence. It was itchy, hot, and most of all, suffocating her ability to fight back. In an effort to defend herself, Nida summoned all of her strength and used the tether between their minds to launch a concentrated attack on Varos' psyche, aiming to tear through his mind and expose something that would cause him pain. A memory, a feeling, anything that would push him to falter and loosen his grip. Her ministrations lacked the Inquisitor's finesse, far more brutal and raw to make up for her temporary lack of power.

It was an act of cowardice as much as it was one of self-preservation. The gentle healer had been expunged of Dark side influence, but the lessons she'd learned from the Sith could not be forgotten.

Something in her wanted to hurt him.

Eyes that had been sad and complacent until now were suddenly wild, challenging, defiant. Daring him to remove her shackles and face her on more equal footing.

Clattering to the ground came a grate that had been covering the ceiling vent, quickly followed by a young man with a lightsaber. He acknowledged Nida, to which she simply stared, startled from her concentration in a cold sweat.

 

[FN-999]

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

In an instant, the Jedi was struck by the full onslaught of the Baron's minigun.
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The hulking berserker of a man fell to the ground as the sheer volume of bullets caused the Jedi to stagger, temporarily pinning him down. The Baron had capitalized on the Jedi's apparent rage, catching him out in the open in the middle of slaughtering the Imperials. It appeared as if the tide was turning, the two opposing Jedi soon to become one. For a brief moment, the Baron let himself hope.

That was the man - no, the monster - let out an ear-splitting roar, his vitality seemingly restoring itself as he accessed his wounds.

At the same time, the second Jedi arrived, swinging her lightsaber wildly in an attempt to shield her comrade. For the moment, it worked, the bullets being deflected or outright consumed by the brilliant blade of light. Using the other Jedi's cover wisely, the monstrous man held his axe aloft before hurling it directly at the Baron.

FN-999 had barely a second to react.

No time to dodge - the blade was far too large, moving far too fast.
No time to block - no Imperial in the entire Blacksite could hope to deflect such a blow.
No time to tank the blow - at best, he was losing an arm and a shoulder.

Only one option remained.

It was an extremely risky maneuver, one that even the twenty-five year veteran in peak physical condition had only ever pulled off once before. If he failed, he would be dead in an instant. Even if he succeeded, the sheer physical trauma of the act would drain every last ounce of his energy. Still, it was better than nothing.

The Baron dropped his gun, took a half step back, outstretched his arms, and caught the blade of the axe right between his hands.

He had not even a second to admire the sheer luck and skill required for such a maneuver before the axe's momentum kicked in.

FN-999 went hurtling backwards with the axe in his grip, a pulse like that of a high-magnitude earthquake travelling from his hands outwards until his entire body trembled. Ultimately, the Baron landed nearly ten meters away from where he had stood seconds earlier, falling to his knees as his legs failed him.

"You... cannot... kill me," he spoke again, this time in Basic, hissing with each laboured breath.

In that instant, a flash of recognition had entered FN-999's brain. He had been distracted trying desperately to catch the axe, but now his thoughts returned to him as his body began to stabilize. The runic engravings on the large axe's blade with combined the man's colossal strength and intimate combat styles suggested the presence of nothing less than one of the most prominent Jedi families on Midvinter, if not the galaxy at large.

"Likewise... Heavenshield." muttered the Baron, breathing heavily as the trauma of the axe's momentum kept him on his knees.

 

[Varos Ignacious Korvan]

Location: COMPNOR BLACKSITE 57 "BARBAROUS"
Time: Approximately fifteen minutes prior to assault
Tags: Nida Perl | Yula Perl | FN-999 | Thirdas Heavenshield | Kyra Perl | Tulan Kor | Iris Arani | Silas Westgard

Shortly after the process began, Nida’s resistances engaged and progressively began to make the process more and more intensive for them both. While Varos was exceedingly powerful in the force on his own merit (and in part due to his faint Miralukan genetics), his brow furrowed as he was forced to expend more and more of his concentration on the task at hand. Her resistance felt almost...

Instinctive.

As if her very essence in the force reacted to his intrusion like antibodies to a malignant strain of bacteria. He was so close to finishing the melding process, but as he neared the metaphorical finish line... he felt something.

Something... dark, and primal.

A pressure began to build on his own mind; visions of the death of his mother while in the throes of the very birth pangs that brought him into this galaxy. Pain, so much pain... Then the face of his father, in the same disapproving and forbidding expression that always adorned his features. Fear threatened to overwhelm him, but he fortunately had his wits about him sufficiently to break through the stupor with a moment of clarity.

This was no mere Jedi.

No... this woman before him was an enemy.

One of the enemies that he had heard tell of in the Empire that was. The same enemy that crawled in the darkness, and aligned itself with the Brotherhood of the Maw in their filth and menace. A snarl lined his face, born of hatred and an almost puritanical zeal for what this woman once was, and what she threatened to become again. He pushed against her attack, surging his full power into her mind to overwhelm her attempt to throw him off balance. He could not help but suspect that had the collar not been in place, she would have overwhelmed him totally here and now. But she was wearing it, and he had the advantage. He had one chance to finish this, the urgency of the moment rising in his mind as he sensed at the fringes of his consciousness another presence...

...above him?

Near the same time as the grate dropped to the floor, Varos let out a visceral grunt as he delivered a massive blow to her subconscious. The ritual was mostly complete, and would likely suffice for the task he intended it. Perhaps it was better that he tried his best to knock her unconscious, for she would likely not realize what had happened to her.

And he would need to direct his full attention to this newfound intruder. Whether Nida was unconscious or not, he could not spare another moment. His eyes opened from behind his mask as the all-too familiar snap-hiss of Silas’ lightsaber scorched the air behind him.

"Nida..."

Varos could not quite put his hand upon the emotion that was held back in Silas’ voice. Concern was the obvious one, but it felt like there was something more...

“Your words carry judgement... but do you truly know who she is? Or rather...” Varos paused, drawing upon the force to call the hilt of his own lightsaber blade into his hand. He turned slowly, the ignition of his own lightsaber blade issuing forth with a violent screech. The bright white light reflected against the dark tint of his helmet and shoulder pads; black and white serving as the perfect metaphor for the scene about to unfold within this simple cell amongst the hundreds in this facility. “...what she is? Are you prepared to die for the very people you and your Order fought against; alongside the Empire? I hope you are.”

Without hesitation, Varos threw a wall of force energy at the apprentice before him, following up with lightning-fast reflexes as his blade sliced through the air between them; intent on cleaving the young Jedi’s saber-arm at the elbow. A certain fury filled Varos’ eyes - this was no longer a matter of defending a prisoner from an escape attempt. This was a fight to the death. Either Varos would emerge from this cell alone... or the two of them would escape. There would be no compromise.

 

[Aien Mueller]

You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?​

Spoiler: GEAR

Armor - Cybernetic suit (GOLD, BLUE and RED Teams),
"Dominion" armor
Weapons (assault team)- T-73 Handgun, Combat Knife, FTB Rocket(2 FYB Rockets each, 3 with Flame Carpet warhead)
3 Grenades (each), 2 Fire Grenades (each), Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon
(Infiltrators)- Carbine(Suppressed), T-73 Handgun(Suppressed), Vibroswords, Combat Knife, Scattergun
(Snipers)- "God Gun", M-14 Sniper Rifle, Wrist Blaster, Carbine, God gun Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon(Sniper Variant)
(Assault)- RI-19 Assault Rifle-w-LPD53 Grenade Launcher(5 FYB 40mm grenades each), T-73 Handgun, Scattergun
(Heavy Weapons)- Minigun(if in the field), Defender-Automatic Weapon(if in CQC) Assault Rifle Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and (Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon)(Grenade Variant)

Spoiler: FIRE TEAMS and SUPPORT

GOLD TEAM: Azrael (Assault/Team leader), Castiel (Assault/Pathfinder), Chamuel (Infiltrator/Slicer)
BLUE TEAM: Sauriel (Sniper 1), Michael (Sniper 2)
RED TEAM: Gabriel (Demo/EOD), Bartleby (Tech/Team Second), Samael (Heavy Weapons)
OVERWATCH: Seraphim (Deployable Drones)
PEGASUS 1- Jeremiel(Pilot), Ariel(Weapons), Uriel (Jumpmaster/Cover fire)
FIST
REEK 1- Uriel(Driver), Ariel(Gunner),
Annunaki Captain/Teams Overwatch - Jehova

Azrael, Bartleby, Gabriel, Sauriel, Samael, Castiel, Michael, Chamuel,
Jeremiel, Ariel, Uriel, Seraphim
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
ORDERS:
Tag:
Team Rescue | Yula Perl |Thirdas Heavenshield | Kyra Perl | Aaran Tafo

The Empire | Melvain Braxis | Varos Ignacious Korvan | Aridius 'TK-1575' | Amiggie Lutih | Jakkor Kess | FN-999 | Tulan Kor | Sars Sarad | Sahar | Aschwin Vethres | Leandra Brax

[QUOTE =@Thirdas Heavenshield] "Apostles... this is Daddy's Boy,"
"Initiate Aggressive Negotiations on my coordinates, over."[/QUOTE]​

Oh come on, really?!

He’d back us up.

He would.

I’m not saying we shouldn’t help… just this is gonna make things “NG”.

Cut the chatter.

Bart. You and Gabriel finish getting those charges and traps set. Samael, Castiel… let’s move.

[Sauriel, Michael… I hope you can hold your position.]

[He’s tending to a wound right now, but we’ll do our best.]

[Boss, I can run some airstrikes. May not do much but can attract some attention.]

[Acknowledged, but don’t be a “hero”.] Let’s move.

They were each moving in their own direction, Gabriel setting charges on and around each corridor opening and Bartleby destroying the circuitry to the doorways on their route. This will ensure that they are free to move down the hallway with impunity. There was work on Gabriel’s part to set the explosives properly to leave enough room for “cover” should they be pinned down or ambushed. Azrael was moving with Castiel and Samael back the way they came. They would not leave anyone behind, especially with the prisoner that they are trying to extract.

[Starting a run]

[We’ll attract attention…]

[Oh, yee of little faith…]

Explosions could be heard, both in the background of the comms, but down the corridor. Apparently Gabriel set off those charges he placed during their entry on those generators.

Guy’s crazy, but he’s ours.

Let’s move. He bought us time, but not much.

Moments later, they were in sight of Thirdas Heavenshield , a Zeltron with a lightsaber ( Yula Perl ), and a redhead with her own just as deadly intent ( Kira Perl). He looked to be down, which only made each member of the Special Forces Fire Team angry.

Switching to Grenade Launcher.

Give me a second to give you some room!

Stepping out, the team’s “Heavy Weapons” guy brought “Big Bertha”, his own mini-gun to bear down on Imperials as Azrael was firing 40mm grenades at them and Castiel was prepping one of his “FTB” Rockets to fire.

Go Boss! Get him out of there!

We got you! Go!

As if on cue, more weapons fire reinforced their positions. Bartleby and Gabriel came back and joined the fray.

Before you ask. No. We didn’t set everything. This is more important.

Boss, I see what you’re gonna do. Let me go!

What?

I’m faster than you, squirmy, and I can drop more grenades.

It was not often that there would be such a sense of determination in the Team EOD, but when there was, it was to be harnessed. This was one of those times.

Covering fire!

As the weapons fire intensified, Gabriel used every bit of natural athleticism he had at his disposal to duck, dive and move. Setting off charges nearby to not only provide himself cover but give a fething good distraction the Team EOD slid right up to the Fallen Warrior.

You call an "Uber"?

Stopping himself, clearly confused, Gabriel looked back at the team who were just as dumbfounded as to why he stopped.

What the frell is an "Uber", and why I did I ask him if he called for one? Oh well.

The rescue was back on.

... yeah, we scare them.

 

[Kyra Perl]

"Anybody have eyes on Nida?"

“Nope,” Kyra’s voice echoed over the radio, the p popping with the static.

 

[Ichika Masudo]

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

So he managed to stop what was thrown at him, and went on to an exchange of blades with her Master, the Duster Man putting up an obvious defensive strategy. That could be for any number of reasons. Anything from conservation to cowardice.

"What's this girl to you?"

Aaran had been referring to her as ‘Padawan’ with every question. Either this man was deaf, or he somehow didn’t know what a padawan was. Which… had he been living under a rock? Her brow knit in momentary puzzlement. What she was should have been plainly obvious, by their discourse.

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

"Oh. You're one of those types."

No significant, meaningful growth came from the path that the Duster Man sought to carve for himself. A growth in skill with the blade, perhaps, but little if anything more than that. A desolate existence she could pity him for, but pity did not paint over the reality of his intended actions, his obsessive need to carve through where the Force purportedly led him, regardless of whether the target was ready and willing or not. A danger, a potential threat to innocents.

And that was the only context in which she could see this encounter as anything other than the pointless, harmful diversion from their objective that it was. To be the wall in his path that stopped him from inflicting this on anyone else.

A wall that gained height when her Master intercepted the fist, employing a crushing grip she herself had used to a degree on Ilum. A thing that had, in that case, been part of the difference between her surviving that imperial encounter or not. She pulled the hilt of her unlit blade into her hand.

“What my Padawan can deal with is for her to decide and me to advise. Not you.”

She took a step. She had altered her decision.

“You will prey on no-one else.”

Then she closed the scant distance in a blink of inhuman speed, arriving along the same side of the struggle of the intercepted fist in the shade of a second, the snap-hiss timed to plunge the beauty of her violet blade ostensibly into the musculature of the side of the Duster Man's abdomen, and beyond...

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[Sars Sarad]

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

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A Jab by definition was a quick, probing blow. Even as it met Aaran Tafo 's flattened palm it followed the natural progression of withdrawal though. At the moment when the Jedi Master was closing curling his palm into a vice grip Sarad was already rotating in opposition and wrenching it away in what was an essential and classic defense to such a maneuver. The 'Blind Man' was fast and powerful but he'd have a more difficult time than that catching his opponent with such a crippling move.

Despite that there was danger here and not just for Sarad. Assuming Tafo was right handed he would have needed to reach over the 'saber lock that Sarad had instigated for the most expedient results, considering he'd blocked a jab aiming for the base of his throat. If he was left handed, holding his own saber in that hand it would be largely the same. Regardless as Sarad wrenched his arm away there was a quick fanning of the lightsaber.

Disengaging from Tafo the lightsaber flashed to catch the outstretched arm the Jedi had attempted to instigate the arm lock with, below the wrist on the forearm.

In the same breadth the lenses Sarad wore had alerted him to danger where his senses had missed the shift in the force, Ichika Masudo had made her choice and in a reaction that was as instinctive as it could be the outline of his figure blurred.

Sweeping the arm he'd wrenched free of Aaran's grasp downwards, in an arc he'd actually use his own forearm to knock her lightsaber wide. Not entirely of course, it would still clip him over the side, burning an impression into the Duster he wore and revealing its own resistance to the energy blades. Of course the largest surprise should be that Sarad had used his forearm to deflect her blow, the Duster hid them well underneath that the vambraces on his forearms were phrikite in composition.

Nonetheless he'd feel the vibration of the blow radiate through his arm in a way he'd have preferred not, the bruising would be deep for sure. It was like he'd been bludgeoned.

"Won't I?"

...came the casual response, Sarad concluded his disengagement by setting his feet at a distance from Master and Padawan where he could see both of them.

During his retreat Sarad bit his bottom lip, made it bleed and he would spit a mouthful of that at Daisy's face. Instilled with emotion made manifest blood was a powerful tool, it could evoke anger, hatred, fear or opposite to that some might even draw strength from it but at what cost and under what influence.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Name (optional)
Equipment: Badass Attire, x5 Thermal Dentantor, DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol, DG-41 "Inferos" Class Disruptor Shotgun, Ancient Vibroknife, Flamethrower wrist,Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Aveline Cuiléin , Jakkor Kess , Aschwin Vethres

Jax really wished he had his Force abilities back.

He can only do so much against Force Sensitives, it was only a matter of time until they unloaded their Force powers onto Jax. As the old man lifted Jax off of his feet with a simple Force Push, he couldn't help but feel helpless and humiliated at the fact that he was rendered useless with one basic shove. Under normal circumstances, Jax would've tanked the hit and stroke the old Imperial Knight with a flurry of Lightsaber strikes. But instead, he was sent flying across the room landing back first against the metal wall.

"Frack!" Jax could feel a crack as soon as was slammed and crumpled face first onto the floor. "My back....." Jax said trying to get up. "My back!"

He got up grabbing his shotgun just in time to see Aveline conversing with the Tusken Raider. He was from the Galactic Republic era..... interesting and he said that something happened to him that made him who he is right now. In a way, Jax felt sorry for him being broken and alone reminded Jax of his predicament. While Jax felt pride for Aveline forgiving the Tusken Raider should she fall, she was missing the next step: Compassion even for those who try to kill you.

As Aveline began to engage, the old man Jax turned his attention towards the Tusken Raider pointing his weapon towards him and firing at his side as he engaged his former Padawan. "Come and get me!" Jax yelled. "You want breakfast?! Then you better catch it!"

 

[Aschwin Vethres]

Spoiler: Equipment

Addlehorn Armor
Curved Lightsaber
Light Shield

Aschwin was pleased as Jax Thio flew back into a metal wall with a loud thud. He watched him flail around like a goldfish complaining about his back and grabbing a shotgun model. He could see out of the corner of his eye the destination of such a target in the form of Jakkor Kess who was currently engaged in a fierce confrontation with Aveline Cuiléin . Hurling his personalized curved lightsaber at Jax Thio to provide a distraction for a moment as the lightsaber began to slice along the wall.

He began to calculate how long he had until the blade returned to his hand as Electric Judgment gathered within his right hand. Moving his body to the right a little and bringing his hand forward to send the emerald lightning forward towards Aveline Cuiléin 's back while she was distracted keeping the tusken raider off of her.

The curved lightsaber swung back into his hand just in the nick of time to counter whatever Jax Thio could throw at him.

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[Aldric Laurent]

After the detonation, they both launched out into the open. Not being a Jedi, though, Aldric had a bit more of an uphill battle ahead of him. His target had holed up in a watchtower on the perimeter, and seemingly was hunkered down to recover from the flashbang. Luckily, this gave the agent time to move in unseen. He rushed through the tower entrance and up the staircase, pining himself to the wall as the open hatch to the top floor came into sight.

The sniper was still there, sure enough, but still being hidden behind the wall, caught sight of Aldric when he tried to join him up top. A panic shot was fired, inaccurate given the sudden close distance use of his heavy rifle, but nonetheless it forced Aldric to get down. He was quick to retaliate, firing two shots, one of which connected with the sniper's center mass, and sent him slumping to the ground. Quickly he scaled the remaining stairs, and snatched the rifle for himself, "All good here!"

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit | Weapon | Appearance

Outfit | XoXo
Location | Dorin
Tag | Aldric Laurent

"All good here!"

Valery let out a soft sigh and ran a hand up through her hair. He was okay; they both were. Going into this, she hadn't really considered how she'd feel about splitting up or him possibly getting hurt, but now she knew, and it was something she'd have to bring up to him soon enough. But she was also still a Jedi Master, and one very capable of controlling her emotions. No matter what, this mission was going to be completed.

"Coming!" She finally called out in response, before she made her way over to find him with the powerful rifle that had been turned against them less than a minute ago. She looked at it, raised an eyebrow, and slowly glanced up at him. It was a good plan, though, so she nodded and flashed a smirk.

"If you take a good position to cover the escape of our allies, I'll be your cover. There's no way they're getting through us, then." She was determined about that and drew her lightsabers already to prepare herself and do everything she could to shield him, while he disposed of the most threatening Imperial targets.

The Jedi and their allies had some amazing cover now.

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[Tulan Kor]

COMPNOR BLACKSITE 57
"BARBAROUS"

NOT ME?

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



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Arnor breathed raggedly, staring blankly at the Jedi disguised as a Stormtrooper.

"I got shot...in...the chest...where...the fuck...do you think... it hurts... lady?"

Every breath was agony, like inhaling broken glass. Jedi had admirable qualities, but sometimes- just sometimes, well.

They could ask really dumb questions.

 

[Iris Arani]

"Mm. I'll chalk it up to pain that you're being a dick, then."

Iris shook her head and just set about her work with the crystal to actively heal his wounds. the effect would be pretty immediate, that's the Force for ya.

"I meant if there was anything else that hurt."

Tulan Kor

 

[Aaran Tafo]

He didn't give Sars the space he was looking for. The moment they attempted to disengage, Aaran was on their heels. Even the oncoming swipe of their saber did not deter him. He could have intercepted it with his own sword. But he had no intention of letting Sars off that easily. The saber flew towards his wrist, only for his hand to twist and simply bat the oncoming sword out of the way.

His bare flesh contacting the blade of plasma and not so much as sizzling. Something about his skin preventing him from getting horrifically maimed by brief contact with his skin.

Cheap tricks and glancing blows would not put him down. If Sars actually wanted to get Aaran out of his way, they'd have to do far more than that. There would be no glorious victory, no dramatic growth, no enlightenment to be found in this battle. Just another pointless fight that the fools of the Galaxy insisted on pulling him into.

As Sars retreated, he advanced, finally no longer playing the defensive now that his Padawan had made the choice to enter the fray. Instead, deciding to explode into a flurry of slashes. Opening with a merciless onslaught of Vaapad mimicking the creature on which the form was based on, golden blade swinging so quickly around Sars that it would feel as if he was being assailed from multiple angles simultaneously.

There would be no relent, no opportunity for him to pay the slightest attention to Aaran's apprentice. The lone mercenary was fighting an opponent perfectly capable of matching them blow for blow.

A faint sizzle was heard as the globule of blood was intercepted by his flashing blade. The emotionally charged liquid might as well have been shining like a diamond to his ethereal sight. The intent of his movement was clear.

Sars would not have much of an opportunity to interact with Daisy at all. He may have come for the student, but would first have to deal with the teacher before Sars would so much as touch her.

Aaran was one who did spend his youth getting tossed around by those stronger than him. Running into freaks of nature that possessed power beyond what should exist. Mythos, Voyance, Kyrel Ren. There was no enlightenment to be found in such a clash. All it did was nearly drive him into the same twisted philosphy that Sars had. He was fortunate enough to be dragged out of such a line of thought because he had something to fight for and friends backing him up.

His opponent, on the other hand, lacked such connections.

There was no way in hell he'd let his Padawan fall down that same hole. Such a lonely meaningless existence is not something to be praised. For what use was strength without a reason behind it? What was the point of power without purpose? What point was there to defend if you had nothing worth defending?

"What a pitiful creature you are." He mused aloud, his breathing not even laboured as he continued his devastating flurry of slashes. "So mono-focused. Is the pursuit of strength all there is to you?"

Sars Sarad Ichika Masudo

 

[Zorah Fel]

Dorin - Blacksite Barbarous
OBJECTIVE: Honor the Fel legacy
TAGS: Caltin Vanagor | Jand Talo

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Alpha Team: Sergeant Kinnard, Sixer, Lars, Dolf, Razer

One warning. Leave now. This is not about any of you, but we are not leaving without the citizen you have in your custody. Leave and I won’t chase you. Stay and… well…

The troopers answered him with particle beams.

Vanagor caught the hail of bolts with his lightsaber, a monster of a blade with an elongated handle. Mistake, the grizzled sergeant thought. Each particle beam exploded on impact. It was a testament to the Jedi Master's skill that he wasn't overwhelmed by the onslaught. The Jedi reached out a hand and crackling arcs of electricity erupted from his fingers. Not to hurt them, Kinnard realized mid-dodge as he dove away, but to fry their equipment.

Sixer was quick on her feet, but Razer and Dolf got caught in the stream, leaving only Sixer, Lars, and the sergeant himself with operational gear. Feth! A few seconds in and already nearly half the team was out-of-commission. But Razer, the big idiot, didn't stop running, charging through the electricity to rush Vanagor.

"Razer!" the Sergeant yelled. When Razer turned, Kinnard tossed his electrostaff to the burly trooper and started laying down more suppressive fire so Razer could get in close--

And then the Jedi was behind them. Chit! Vanagor grabbed Dolf as if the trooper were a doll and threw him into Razer with a sickening thud. They tumbled to the ground in a sprawl of limbs and pained groans.

Offer still stands, but the door is closing.

"You're wasting your breath, Jedi," said Zorah from behind him. When he had jumped over the troopers, he had put himself in between the squad at the front Zorah at the rear. "They will never surrender. Nor will I."

She brandished her saber and darted in close for a quick stabbing attack, her off hand curled into a fist…

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Beta Team: Seven, Trickshot, Mako, Dom

<“Little fether's fast,"> Trickshot grumbled.

The padawan was smart. He didn't try to block the particle beams-- he dodged them instead in a display of speed and acrobatics that was driving the Codru-ji absolutely mad. He'd never missed a target before-- they called him Trickshot for a reason-- and this little karker was ruining his rep.

<"Losin' your touch there Tricky?">

<"Go kriff yourself, Seven.">

<"Less talkie, more shootie! Fether ain't slowing down!"> Mako yelled.

<"Allow me.">

Dom tossed his weapon aside, pulled his electrostaff free, and charged at the incoming padawan. Dom wasn't graceful, or even quick, but he was strong and brutal and he could take a beating. As far as Seven was concerned, Dom was the perfect meat shield...and he didn't stand a chance.

The kid was too fast, and Dom had skimped on speed and reflex augs for strength and stamina enhancers.

<"I'm taking bets,"> Seven began. <"The kid kills him in four swipes.">

<"Six,"> Tez chimed in from the roof.

<"You guys are the fething worst."> Trickshot said, He tossed his own rifles and waded forward with his stun batons to try his luck with close range. Where Dom was a hammer, Trickshot was a knife-- a four bladed knife that was more unpredictable than skillful. He came in behind Dom, probing the Padawan with all four batons in his grasp.

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Sniper: Tez

Tez waited for the perfect shot. If patience was a virtue, he was the most virtuous trooper alive.

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[Caltin Vanagor]

“I live my life my way. I try to do the right thing, but I know there are going to be people who aren't happy with what I do or say no matter what, so I'm not going to worry about it.” - BJ Penn​

I am an expert combatant, a “Master” you might say. And I am skilled in the business of death. I take no pleasure in my skill. Simply, I am good at it, it is what I do with no other choice. It is the way of the Jedi. We are often called “weak” but for thousands of years Jedi Knights were the peacekeepers of the galaxy, it is our Creed. Our Creed does not command us to be free. It commands us to be wise.

To say that everything is permitted, is to understand that we are the architects of our actions, and that we must live with their consequences, whether glorious or tragic. Self expression is a vital part of understanding life, and enjoying it to the full. We are what we choose to be. Ultimately, the Jedi see the galaxy as it is and dream of a day when all sentients will see it as well. They fail to grasp that the galaxy is “an illusion. One we can either submit to – as most do – or transcend. Learning is knowledge and knowledge is freedom and the power that others think that they have over us. An old friend from years ago, he knew that. He had forgotten that, somehow. But he knew it once more.

That is not to say that there is no truth to the galaxy or that there is a futility to your life as a Jedi, there is not. To say that nothing is true, is to realize that the foundations of society are fragile, and that we must be the shepherds of our own civilization. It is not our right to punish one for thinking as he does, no matter how much we disagree. We persevere, we press, we inspire. The galaxy looks for compromise, especially from us. Compromise. That is what everyone has insisted on. And so we have learned it. But differently than most. For at our side walks hope. In the face of all that insists we turn back, we carry on: this, this is our compromise.

Only a mind free of impediment is capable of grasping the chaotic beauty of the galaxy. This is our greatest asset.

These troopers attacking me are lethal in more ways than I could count, and will not take a back step. Their problem is they are not individuals following similar ideals, they are individuals brought up as one and following an ideal that they were indoctrinated into. That is wrong in my eyes, but is it in their eyes? This is what they know. Is it not true that they look at me the same way? That is the problem with war, we forget about the other side.

Then I am sorry that it has come down to this.

Vanagor's equilibrium was ultimately affected by those particle beam shots. Did you think he just "lol sidestepped"? Anyone who knew him would know that the more he "jumped around," the more he needed a moment to calm down and collect himself. Do not let anyone fool you, the big man was not out of the fight. The thing is, he was picking his targets more and going at them with less “reckless abandon” than he was.

When the two troopers went sprawling, he did not sense it, but Vanagor could feel the need to move, and move now. With the other two troopers up and more moving on him, Caltin was barely able to parry Fel’s stabbing attack, her fist slammed hard into his kidney and it was suddenly all he could do to keep from thinking about rushing water, and rivers, and waterfalls, and… well you get the drift there.

You just had to drop that last one in there, didn’t you?

Heh, “drop”. Anyway, the more they attacked, be it with weapons or physically, the big man maneuvered his way into defensive and countering positions that allowed him openings to use “Conservator.” They were good, all of them from Fel herself, to “Sixer” to “Razer” every one of them. Even the sniper who managed to get a shot that he barely stopped through “Stasis”. They were not warriors who had been at this as long as he had though. No, Caltin Vanagor was not some “Super Jedi” or anything, he was just someone who prepared for as many contingencies as he could. Heck, you try working out with multiple training droids at a time daily and see how good you get.

Wasted breath would have only happened if I had not said anything. BE READY, PADAWAN!

In a quick move to give himself a little room, Vanagor bellowed out a tiny growl as he curled his arms into each other and then violently threw them out with a massive feral roar. The move was accompanied with an expulsion of powerful Force Energy. It was not lethal (unless you were at point blank range, which no one was) but it will hurt if you get hit by it.

Spoiler: TLDR

They want a fight, so he’s going to fight.

He’s getting mad. Lol

TAGS

Padawan | Jand Talo

Engaging | Zorah Fel | Jorus Fel |

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (NC-1000 X-wing (Jedi Variant) in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Amiggie Lutih]

Man, this Jedi just keeps on talking, he's probably one of those kinds of people. The kind of people who are so up their ass about their moral superiority. No wonder why the Empire hated the Jedi, they go and judge others while they hang out in their glass towers. Ami felt tempted to inform the Jedi about the Alliances list of fracking war crimes they've committed during their fight against the Sith but number one: The Sith were chit munchers and number two: Ami REALLY hates talking while fighting.

"Get your head out of your ass!" Ami shouted frustrated that her stock strike missed. "Seriously do you Jedi spend all the time trying to moralize?!"

As if anyone would listen to their spiel, but when you are able to see what wanna see. It's pretty easy to live in a bubble where you're always right and everyone else is a drooling Waampa."

"Oh chit," Ami quickly noticed that the Jedi adjusted his angle trying to cut off her arm. Ami held her rifle instead allowing the Jedi to slice through it instead. Though the Ami was disappointed that her weapon was split in two, it didn't matter. It left the Jedi vulnerable for a counterattack taking a step back, Ami quickly pulled out her KXR SFP-60x Particle Beam Pistol from her holster smirking in the process.

"See ya," Ami aimed for Jedi's left leg and fired.

Jasper Kai'el , Dominik Borra , Alex StormWolf , Aridius 'TK-1575'