Eater of Worlds | The Confederacy

[Luna Terrik]

Objective: Hit the surface – take the castle
Equipment: Personal Dauntless Armor, SC4 Blaster, Tactical Recon Handguns, XZ-77 “Buster” Comms Device
Tags: [member="Kelsie Sylvan"] [member="Madalena Antares"] [member="Lirka Ka"] [member="McKenna Rory"]
Post: #2

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The answers came in quickly, all members of the ground assault making sure to make contact with the general as she waited. Making mental notes of where each and every one of the members would be as the dauntless began their assault, knowing that she would need help if they were attacked by the force users inside. Which, knowing that pretty much each and every member of that temple were force users, meant that they would absolutely need some help at some point. These were the thoughts that ran through her mind as one of her closest companions, Kelsie, spoke to her, though she did her best to not allow her voice to show it.

“What? Us going up against masters of the force that know were coming?” The general chuckled lightly as she looked at the two squads that were raring to go, including her own depleted omega squad. She still had not picked new members to fill her squad after the recent battles, leaving the group at just little over half strength as they attempted what was looking more and more like a suicide mission. They would just have to hope that they were on the absolute top of their game. With how much Alpha squad had grown in its own right, there was a chance that they would make it out of this alive. “Its…it’s what we do, Kelsie. Impossible missions.”

Standing from her knelt position, Luna motioned for the troops to follow. Gravel crunched underneath her feet with each and every step, echoed through the eerie silence that surrounded the steps up to the front gates of the castle. In the back of her mind, she could see how gorgeous this place might be if not for the circumstances. Yet, it was not the time for this, and as she ascended, Luna began to try to focus her mind for the moments ahead. Turning back to the sergeant of Alpha squad, the general nodded her head toward the gates with a, ‘check this out,’ motion. “Kelsie, what do you think? Do we go knocking on the front door?”

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[Sor-Jan Xantha]

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Wearing: Jet Robes | Corellia Digital Beats (in use/on head)​

Wielding: Riptide | Light-Shield Bracelet | HoloBoy Advanced ​

Music Currently Blasting: Deadmau5 x Kaskade [ I Remember ]​

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Pomsty stepped in front of him.

Not even so much as a hello? The boy's large, abyssal eyes betrayed the confusion, as he looked up and then realized that he'd interrupted one of those trademark ADULT CONVERSATIONSTM that adults were so annoyingly fixated upon. Which, they were never about anything interesting. It was always taxes or shopping or nonsensical snippets they called girl talk. Whatever that was.

Even though they all insisted girl talk was a real thing, Zak was skeptical. He was pretty sure it was just some joke that the boys just weren't in on.

His head sticking out from around Pomsty's backside, the young Nautolan peered up at where the two dark haired women were talking. About him? About the Confederacy? It was really confusing. The dark haired lady seemed to be talking about Zak, but she also seemed like she was talking about the Confederacy.

And Pomsty? She was being weird too. Like, she was looking like she was having a conversation, but Zak was getting this vibe off the sorceress. Like, he was pretty sure that Pomsty was about to summon the ghost of Sithmas Past or melt the other lady's flesh from her bones. Or something.

But, there was no flesh melting. Only talking.

This was some boring ass chit. There were explosions. And turbolasers. And castles coming down around them. And in the middle of all of that, Zak had somehow stumbled into two women who were having some kind of talky-talk mean girls face off.

Also, there was some kind of Force... thing. Zak wasn't even certain just what to call it. It was like a mirror, only it wasn't a mirror. A window? No, it didn't seem like it was a window either.

Whatever it was, it was a lot more interesting than watching the paint dry that was this conversation. Flipping his headphones up on his head, the child fished out his HoloBoy and then it was just a hop skip and a jump for the Force Window-Mirror-Portal-Thing.

Portal! That's what it was!

As he jumped into the air, Zak hoisted the HoloBoy up so that he could snap a selfie right as he connected with the event horizon. "#YOLO!" the youngling chimed, as he slipped inside.

Portal selfie!

Tumbling around, for a moment Zak felt as though he was inside a Force Washing Machine on the spin cycle. He knew that he'd arrived through the other side when he unceremoniously face-planted on top of a floor that felt very cold. And metal. Like on a ship. Propping himself on his hands and knees, Zak was still on the floor when Pomsty appeared. In a much more graceful landing no less.

Looking around, Zak realized that they were indeed on a ship. The bridge of a ship. One of those really big ships with the bridge that was, like, multiple floors and stuff. Did starships have floors? Decks? Whatever.

Bouncing back onto his feet, Zak turned and flashed the woman a cheesy grin. "Was I supposed to get a field trip permission slip signed first?" the boy asked, even as the crew around them seemed quite confused as to what the two of them were doing there.

Oh well. Pomsty was here. She'd handle it.

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]​

 

[Malok]

The interruption was...disturbing.

Up until the immediate present, the Vicelord leaned upon the former noble like never before. For the first time since the nation's inception, Darth Metus had to turn his gaze away from the Southern Systems and onto something far more personal. The Sith had given his word to one who had been broken - that he would uplift what remained. He would show the alabaster [member="Srina Talon"] the fullest extent of the Dark Side. And thus, they tread the paths between paths, and tarried in the realms between realms.

In order to train as thus, Darth Metus had left the care of the Southern Systems in the hands of one he trusted. The Exarch, [member="Adron Malvern"], had been tasked with ensuring that things remained stable and true whilst his counterpart was training. And, he was only to punctuate the tutelage in the event that something went horrifically awry. The Sith had earnestly expected that there would be some form of backlash from recent history - that the Mandalorian menace would strike back upon them directly. Yet, the interruption to the Echani's training was for something far more...disturbing.

Amethyst filled the Vicelord's vision as the abyss was torn away. The netherworld's sky - a midnight swatch riddled with emerald stars - was wiped clean in but an instant. The Darkness which called seeped into his bones - he knew this presence well. And, with but a few tentative steps forward, the Sith's boots crunched down upon the surface of Apatros. His nostrils flared as the first true air filled his lungs after so long. After which, his burning gaze fell upon his capable apprentice.

His lips parted for but a moment - but just as the Exarch had, Darth Metus began to listen. The cacophony of dizzying thoughts...the pain...the anguish...the betrayal. The Sith's countenance tightened to a scowl.

"What fresh Hell is this, Malphas?"

[member="Adron Malvern"]​

 

[Adron Malvern]

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[member="Pom Stych Tivé"] [member="Zak Dymo"]​

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La't looked down to the holodevice in his hands. The small unit was sitting lifelessly in his palm. He wished he could contact the Lady of the Night and find out his next set of instructions. All frequencies were down due to the jamming signal he had sent out, so he could not hope to get a signal out. Sweat continued to roll down the side of his brow as he pressed his back against the wall behind him. He'd made it down to the maintenance section without detection, but there was still a ways to go to reach the hangar. Clearing his throat, he stuffed the holodevice back into his pocket before making his way down the hall.

Only a moment later he heard a soft beep on his wrist. His intercom was being pinged, causing him to loft a brow at the device. He glanced back down the hall before tapping it. "Yes?" He demanded.

There was a moment of silence before he could hear the voice of one of his deck officer's. "Sir...The Vicelord's apprentice is on board the ship. She's saying you're a traitor and this attack is unsanctioned...." La't could identify the man's hesitation. He said nothing in response, instead he waited until he heard the man's voice once again. "....Sir?" A moment later La't let out a throaty rasp before speaking plainly. "Damn it. I had heard the Vicelord's apprentice was a witch but I never imagined she was capable of treason as well. Lieutenant, seal off the main floor and scramble a droid team to detain that woman. When this is over we will present her to the Vicelord and he will reward us for capturing the true traitor." La't gave an impressive performance, even with the deeply rooted uncertainty that was within him. The comm device went silent for a moment, a number of murmurs echoed out over the comm channel before the Lieutenant's voice could be heard once again.

"Yes, Fleet Marshal. We will have her detained immediately."

Klaxons sounded, erupting all around the ship, even down in the service section where La't had been. He could hear the alarms and the words spoken clearly from the intercom system.

"Alert! Alert! There is an intruder aboard the ship!" The automated voice called out, causing La't to smile at his own genius.

As security teams of B2 Battledroids were dispatched over the ship, La't continued his way to the main hangar. Soon the Vicelord's apprentice would be no more of a worry and La't would be gone before any of this could be traced back to him.

"Death to The Confederacy." He muttered, as he let out a raspy laugh.

 

[Adron Malvern]

"Not something that could escape your notice, my master." The Exarch said simply as his eyes turned to the skies once more. He exhaled at the sight before turning to his Master. Darth Metus was not easily pulled from the ether of the Force. He was a powerful Sith Lord, perhaps the most powerful Sith Lord alive. Summoning him had been a task that required considerable strength from Darth Malphas.

His hand ran over his chin for a moment as he considered his words a bit better. "I believe someone intends to destroy us." Realizing the naivety in his words, Malphas quickly corrected himself. "I believe someone new wishes to destroy us." He stated. The Exarch raised a hand to the skies, aiming his finger towards the main battlecruiser that hung over the planet. "That fleet is supposedly here on my command."

"Not long ago I received a report on a false transmission. The transmission stated that I had ordered a cease fire on Apatros. Another thing I did not command. I believe that someone has turned our forces against themselves, because unless you know of some fresh heresy that the Knight's Obsidian have committed, I cannot see of any reason why any of us would order their destruction. And I certainly can't see why we'd send a defense fleet to do it..." Malphas knew first hand the power of the Knight's Obsidian. They were Force Masters in their own right and had produced some of The Confederacy's greatest heroes. Nothing short of a full planetary invasion force would ever succeed in their total eradication. The Sith Lord tapped the holodevice on his wrist, only to see that his comm unit was being blocked.

"They're jamming the system. Adorable." Malphas huffed, before turning away from his Master and making his way towards the castle known as Raven's Point. "I'm going to try and find out just what the hell is...." He paused, his mind had zoned in on something. He glanced up before shaking his head softly.

"Only you can stop this." Malphas said simply. He did not turn to look at his master because no matter what the truth was the truth.

[member="Darth Metus"] was the Master of the Confederacy. Malphas was merely it's steward. For the time being.

Amethyst flames surrounded Malphas as he shifted space and time once again. It was an exhausting skill but he would have to do it one more time.

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Darkness was pierced by amethyst flames. They wrapped around [member="Alwine Lechner"] as if creating a barrier between her and the world around her. They coiled and flowed in a mesmerizing torrent until finally she was separated from [member="Lirka Ka"].

The Exarch's voice was hushed as he spoke, to both warriors. "That is...."

Enough!

The flames exploded out as The Dark Side formed an invisible wall of kinetic energy and fired it out towards [member="Lirka Ka"]. The Sephi was an insufferable barbarian who brought the Exarch a headache anytime she was around. But she had her uses, that was why the blast was not intended to kill her, just knock the hell out of her. "The fighting is over! This attack was undertaken without the knowledge or clearance of the Vicelord. Stop now or be branded a traitor!"

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Lirka Ka"] [member="Alwine Lechner"]

 

[Lirka Ka]

It was hard to truly understand the depth of Lirka’s delusions, they were a fluid thing that were far too accurate to the events they tried to recreate. The flame showed, but as little more than the energies of the dark side: support from an Emperor that should be already dead?

[SIZE=11pt]It mattered not, at the end of the day. She launched, slamming her blade into the ground to slow her the launch: she stayed on her feet, her blade slicing into the ground. She snarled, the visions began waver, flickering between fantasy and reality like some shoddy underworld holo. This should not give the impression the beast felt any regret for what she did, she did not, far from it in fact. The knights were still the same Cultists they always had been to her, and she’d gladly kill a cultist anyway.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She ignored the voice of [member="Adron Malvern"], it annoyed her. The fundamentals of what happened were irrelevant, she had been called off the hunt with her bloodlust unsatisfied. She gazed ahead, that blank helmet showed no emotion. And she was thankful for that, the shakened and dazed expression on her face was hidden from all. It was always somewhat traumatic to jump from the past and present: but no one needed to know that but her. Still, those eyes bored forward at [member="Alwine Lechner"]. And then she laughed, a piercing and grotesque thing from her helmet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“We do need to stop meeting like this.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She hid her exhaustion well, not physical of course: the mental exhaustion of such things was always immense. But she did not hide her amusement at the repetition of history at all.[/SIZE]

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

Equipment: Kelsie's Combat Armor, Combat Gauntlets, .48 cal Enforcer slugthrower pistol, Aspis-type Personal Shield Generator, Heart of Naboo, Taozin Amulet, Verpine shatter gun auto rifle, Verpine shatter gun pistol, 6 Saijo Tehk'la Blades, 1 CryoBan grenade, 1 Dioxis grenade, HL-27 blaster pistol
Allies: [member="Madalena Antares"] | [member="Luna Terrik"] | Dauntless squad Alpha (Wearing modified Dauntless Phase 1 Armor, along with Aspis-type Personal Shield Generators and Verpine shatter gun auto rifles)
Enemies: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Tallara"] | [member="Vytal Noctura"]

"Luna," she said, her voice quiet, "not this kind of impossible." Normally she at least tried to give Luna the respect her rank deserved, but she couldn't handle this and felt the need to talk to the general as a person rather than some figurehead. Still, she knew they were here for a reason, and they needed to fulfill their mission, no matter how skeptical Kelsie might be about... well... everything about this operation. She let out a small sigh and stood with the other redhead as the Dauntless marched again.

The young woman took a deep breath as they stopped in front of the gate. She could practically feel the stress radiating off of the commandos. They shouldn't have come here. Kelsie wished she'd had her squad. She wished they'd had competent naval commanders that knew how to use special forces. But instead, there they were. "Stun grenade first, disorienting them. We bust in, stun quickly. I'm taking point. Bust their back line, because the front line will be harder to take down but the witches can do more damage. Got it?" Kelsie was reminded of the days she spent taking down actual Jedi... this was a bit of a change.

With that plan said, it was time to get this moving. Her boots crunched against the gravel, clacked against the front steps, and finally her phrik-armored hand knocked lightly against the door -- just before it opened and a half-dozen stun grenades flew towards the poor Knights Obsidian who'd gotten in her way. The main hall would be theirs.

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

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Current Location: Aboard the CNS Maer'Tok
Allies: [member="Ciri Jade"], [member="Holt"] & Knights Obsidian
Tags: [member="Eternal Avarice"]



Zak will have the chance to gather enough awesome images to fill his scrap book today!
…unless he should be quiet; then please be quiet!

“Look, Zak, someone has sealed off the doors to the Turbolift. What do witches do? Simply choke the life out of everyone here? We could, but people here are just following orders. Everyone is just a small cog to a bigger engine. Unless they are firing on the planet below, we let them live. Some might be our true enemies, but I have a feeling, not many of them want to get too close to us ever. We can Apparate to the other levels.” Learning the feel of Magick, is the very first step for one performing on one's own. Pom held her hand out for Zak to hold. He knows the drill. Changing form, she lead him into the air duct overhead to a different floor of the ship.

As they went through the corridor Shadow Armor cloaked their presence through the Force as she went first to a wall terminal to learn the location of the Brig. She planned to release any crewmen accused of mutiny. They would make worthy allies who know the layout of this ship.

Automatic doors don't open for shadows. Immediately upon their entry into the Brig, weapons were drawn on Pom who shielded Zak. She hurled the guards from their posts and sent them flying through the air to crash into the cold steel wall. "Now that introduction, Master [member="Zak Dymo"], warranted a more drastic measure. You can do this too." Pom put her hand over the top of Zak's, and she let him feel how to focus the Force and to form it to Push against the unconscious Officers. At his age, he should be able to acquire the skill, easily.

She stood before the men trapped behind the glistening Brig containment shield and asked, "Why are each of you here?" her eyes falling upon each of them intently. They all told the same story, that they had opened their mouths to voice their objection about the needless bloodshed, and a superior officer placed them immediately under arrest. Still, they intuitively feel something wrong with the whole ordeal. Pom lowered the shield and the crewmen went straight to unlock a compartment, loading themselves up with armament.

“Make your way to Engineering. Tell anyone who stops you that you are a detachment hunting for the intruder. Send out a message encrypted in the Vicelord’s private code. Inform him of the development." She peered them each in the eye intently, her presence dripping with Persuasion. Into their thoughts, she fed them the message they should send. "You must not fail at your objective, for the lives that will be lost are more than just our own."

Finding none in the halls on the main floor, the Fleet Admiral's best weapon available, one would suspect, already began searching other floors for the traitorous intruder.

Everybody, 'Eeeeeek!'

As Pom stepped out of the Brig into the corridor again, she found double blaster canon firing straight for her. The walls became scorched with blaster fire.

Zak could pop himself a bag of popcorn on the heat that this baby is putting out!

Instantaneously, the Nightsister's connection to the Fanged God burst forth. She immediately leaned forward in concentration and stretched out a hand to absorb the plasma array.

As the Battle Droids spent all of 0.7 milliseconds to calculate what just transpired, Pom let out a fearsome scream, and the green famed Magick Ichor infamous among the Nightsisters erupted from her entire being, attacking their operating system with raw energy. The arms and legs of the Battle Droids then bent and twisted through the Force. Implosion of sparks burst forth among the twisting of metal. The very molecular structure of the Battle Droids broke down and the atomic composition collapsed in upon itself. The intense heat smelted the droids' metal bodies into the metal of the ship.

Pom's face had turned red from the barrage; she wiped a streak of blood from her nostril. Leaning against the wall of the corridor her hand trembled as she reached for a Potion to set herself right again with empowerment. She would consume it directly and move on to the Hangar to put a stop to the escape of the Fleet Marshal.

Concentrating on the position of the Hangar from where they now stand, the Witch can Apparate her party to the Hangar in no time at all!

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Shadow's Point, Courtyard (outside)
Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor | "Executor" Boots Exclusive
Wielding: Obsidian Knight Sword | WindWhisper
Allies In a Different Part of the Castle: [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"] [member="Voph"] [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] [member="Vytal Noctura"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Tallara"] [member="Adron Malvern"] | + Open
Enemies: [member="Lirka Ka"] | + Open

Little Sithling? Still running, Alwine blinked. She was no SIthling. She was not a Sith at all. In all her time with the Confederacy, under the guise of many others, many of whom happened to be Sith, she had never chosen neither light nor dark. Her weapon's shots had no effect on the large elf. Alwine was still sprawled on the ground, and she knew that time had run out. If getting up and fleeing had been an option before, she did not have the seconds needed to do that now.

Alwine closed her eyes, uttering a quick prayer to the very Gods she had always claimed to not believe in, did still not believe in, but did not know what else to do. When her eyes opened again a breath later, she was not looking at her woman who she once called a friend, but at the sky instead, brown eyes staring not that the ships that shot among the clouds, but looking for the twinkling stars instead, the ones she and her brothers had always wanted to reach together.

It took her moments to realize that her stars were dimming. In confusion, she lowered her gaze, only now seeing the darkness in front of her, keepingher safe almost like a cocoon, and protected her like a shield from her former friend. In surprise, Alwine jumped backwards when the darkness turned to flames that exploded at the bigger woman, and where the darkness and the flames had been, now stood a man.

She did not recognize his face. While having done her share of missions, Alwine had never come across the exarch [member="Adron Malvern"], had not tasted his presence in the Force. Had he introduced himself, she would have immediately known who he was and shown what she believed was the proper respect. Thankfully though, Alwine was not as far as removed from sense and logic that she did not understand what had just happened, and that this man who had appeared out of darkness and flames had saved her from certain death.

As she rose to her feet, she checked her heart. The feeling and sensation that she was going to die was still there. But today would not be that day. Her death would not be by the hands of the elf.

"Thank you," she said quietly, lowering her head ever so slightly, only her raggedy breath indicating how close to the edge she had been.

Turning to Lirka, the silent rage that rippled through Alwine could be tangibly seen by those who held the Force. "This is not amusing. Had this man not interfered, you would have killed me for no reason other than that we were in the same place at the wrong time. And I once called you friend."

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Shadow's Point Barracks
Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Nozhi Blades | 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Mos Wrist Link | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Allies: [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"] [member="Voph"] [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] [member="Vytal Noctura"] [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Tallara"]
Enemies: [member="Lirka Ka"] [member="Luna Terrik"] [member="Madalena Antares"]

Glowing green eyes moved to look at [member="Voph"], the suspicion evident on her face. Why did his comms work? With the lack of mention of anyone else's comms working, it pointed to his being the only one. Had the Mirakula betrayed them? Had he been posing as a double agent this entire time? Every leer of suspicion had been pulled by Hevn's words. If they had no answer by the time this was over, the birds would get an answer in any other way that was possible to them.

She glanced quickly at [member="Vytal Noctura"] creating a portal, before her sight moved back to [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"]. While she had not given any outward sign of it, she had seen the potential attack, know how dangerous close they'd come to another clash that would not have ended the way their fight on Coruscant had. And she was glad that there was no fighting between them, not in that moment. But the command to wait had been given, and the invitation for knives and blood had joined it.

Scherezade had never been good at taking commands that had her sit idle. Her insides itched to pull a knife out and throw it a millimeter from Vytal's face just because she could, but she clenched her fists instead, still waiting for Tallara's answer about the shadows, almost missing Hevn's silent communication with her. The Sithling blinked, looking at him with momentary confusing as understanding settled in, and she smiled back at him, giving a subtle nod. She had… Perhaps as well. Perhaps? No, she knew that not missing him had not happened, but her mind and heart were as confused about what was between them as they had been that first night. And maybe, that was why she had given the signal of not to give a hint of it. It was nobody else's business until the two knew and agreed what exactly the business between them was.

It were only Hevn's words that had taken her out of her thoughts, and now she openly frowned. He had taken all the artifacts to himself? Scherezade was a Crow, and information was part of her job description. Her very secret job, during which she'd paraded around as a Pathfinder. She knew what treasures and objects were kept in Shadow's Point, even if not intimately well.

"Since when do the Knights let a single person claim the things they work as his own?" she asked, perplexed, "And not just one object, but all of them that were here?" she added after a moment's pause.

Again she opened her mouth, but then she heard it a well. Help me. She recognized the voice and feel of the person it had come from. Alwine! And Lirka? Scherezade sighed and shook her head. "No," she told Vytal, "We will return before this room is overflowing with enemies. Even the young ones here are combatants. Use them or prove that that they are useless as you will. I will not let a friend die to save a handful of incompetent Knights."

"Stay here with the witches," she ordered [member="Tallara"] and then turned to Hevn, marching with him to where she knew now Alwine was.

"The girl is one of the few friends I have," she said quietly as they made their way through the halls of the castle, towards the courtyard, "The one attacking her is her friend. Alwine is usually better at assessing what she can or cannot handle. If she is in this sort of trouble…" Scherezade didn't even want to think about it, what it could mean and entail. "Lirka is here because Alwine asked that I help her on Kamino," she sighed. "But make no mistake, Hevn. When this is done, we're going to have to talk about the entire artifacts thing and you force locking them."

The courtyard was not too far from the main hall. A few turns, a handful of minutes, and Scherezade stopped in her tracks just before opening the large doors that would take them out. This was obviously not where Alwine and Lirka had come from, for the door was intact, but she still paused, not moving forward.

"Exarch Malvern is there," she said as she tasted his presence through the Force, her face appearing unhappy with it. She had no wishes to meet the Exarch; aside for their initial meeting, when he had given her a lesson how to wield blades longer than a knife, he had behaved like a complete ass to her, and for no reason at all. He was the chief reason that her opinion about the higher ups was what it was. Groaning, she turned around, her willingness to go pummel punches into an elf suddenly vanished, her throat dry, "I'm going back to the main hall."

 

[Luna Terrik]

Objective: Hit the surface – take the castle
Equipment: Personal Dauntless Armor, SC4 Blaster, Tactical Recon Handguns, XZ-77 “Buster” Comms Device
Tags: [member="Kelsie Sylvan"] [member="Madalena Antares"] [member="Lirka Ka"] [member="McKenna Rory"]
Defenders/enemies: [member="Tallara"], [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"], [member="Voph"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Post: #3

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Luna watched as Kelsie’s typical calm mannered self seemingly became somewhat rattled by the sitatuion that they were approaching. In all honesty, the redhead certainly wasn’t in the right mindset to take this castle either. In fact, she couldn’t even really disagree with the fact this might just be a suicide mission. Looking back at it, if she had had the time to prepare more than a few squads, then she might have brought the entirety of the dauntless down on this castle. Unfortunately, her Hellspear was the only one in the vicinity, and the only one that had the time to make it to the battle. Perhaps it would have been smarter to sit this one out.

Not that she could know what would have happened if she had sat out. Especially now that the stun grenades had been launched into the main hallway. Her blaster had been set to stun since the moment Kelsie had suggested it, and once the sergeant pushed her way into the main hall, Luna was quick to follow, with the rest of the squads on both leaders’ heels. As the rest of the commanders poured their way into the opening, Luna was quick to scan the area ahead of them, finding multiple warm bodies on her scanner ahead of the group and down the hall.

Sure, they could attempt to take some shots at the group that would very soon be coming down on their heads no doubt, but in Luna’s mind, they were too far to engage for now. A simple hand motion of her lowering it toward the ground, flat to the ground. All the commandos began to slowly make their way toward the sides of the hall, taking positions of cover and height where they could. Luna was quickly to move to one side, gun continuing to be trained down the hallway, beginning to think of ways to even the battlefield, even a little bit.

“They know we’re here, obviously. On my word, fire the smoke right into the middle of the hall and switch to thermals. Perhaps for a few seconds, we can have an advantage.” That was the best she could think of in the moment. Hopefully it would earn them a small victory in the face of such overwhelming odds.

 

[Kyyrk]

OBJECTIVE: Repel the Attackers​

EQUIPMENT: In Signature​

ALLIES: [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"] [member="Tallara"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Vytal Noctura"]​

ENEMIES: [member="Kelsie Sylvan"] [member="Madalena Antares"] [member="Lirka Ka"] [member="McKenna Rory"] [member="Luna Terrik"]​

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Voph nodded at Vytal as she charged him and Hevn to hold the line. Voph's saber rose to the ready as he prepared to fight the incoming strike team. So emboldened were they that they sought to charge the main gate. No thought was given to the deWinter and her suspicion of him. Now was not the time for debate. If she was unfamiliar with the communications buster technology, readily available to the Confederacy, that was her problem, not his.

The door crashed open, and a hail of stun grenades were thrown in. A hand raised, as Voph braced himself against the impact. Then his fist clenched and a miasma was unleashed in the doorway. Life itself seemed to drain from the area, and the soldiers brave enough to face the initial charge were brought to their knees. Shots rang out, and Voph's blade sprang to life, lightning arcing down its length as he engaged. A deadly whirlwind of blade and Force surrounded Voph as he stood fast against the soldiers the Confederacy had sent to end them. Far above them, the Resolve had arrived, and more ships were arriving by the second. But for now, Voph had more pressing concerns. The line would hold. Or he would die trying.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

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Wearing: Jet Robes | Corellia Digital Beats (in use/on head)​

Wielding: Riptide | Light-Shield Bracelet | HoloBoy Advanced ​

Music Currently Blasting: Pluto x ye [ Feel The Fire ]​

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Aparate?

Is that what it was called when they just poofed away? Taking Pomsty's hand, the boy was in awe at how the two of them traveled through the Force. The way in which the corporeal just fell away, leaving only the ethereal and the Force.

As the two re-appeared, Pomsty put a hand over his, showing him how to use the Force to push against the physical world. Which, was not half as interesting as the whole portal and aparate thing! Mimicking the example, the boy shoved one of the unconscious guards with a featherpush.

"Like that?" he asked, turning his head toward the sorceress.

Pomsty let the people in the cells go, but Zak was left looking at the unconscious guards. They probably were not going to be very happy with her when they woke back up. So, while Pomsty busied herself with the blaster fire in the hallways, Zak dragged the guards into the empty cells.

Which took a lot of effort! Some of these dudes were heavy. One of the rescued mutiny-not-mutiny people had to help Zak with getting the guards secured and the cells closed.

With that, the boy jogged out into the corridor to catch back up with Pomsty.

...was it hot in here?

 

[Vytal Noctura]

OBJECTIVE: Defend What Is Theirs​

EQUIPMENT: Outfit, Amulet, Potion Belt, Scroll Case, Blaster Pistol, Rings, Dagger​

ALLIES: [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] | [member="Alwine Lechner"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Zak Dymo"] | [member="Tallara"] | [member="Kiff Brayde"] | [member="Tsian Denira"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]​

ENEMIES: [member="Luna Terrik"] | [member="Lirka Ka"] | [member="Kelsie Sylvan"] | [member="McKenna Rory"] | [member="Madalena Antares"]​

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"deWinter," Vytal snapped after the woman. Not only was she going on foot, but taking Hevn with her. Curse that not-a-Witch woman. The enemy was at the gate and she was taking this moment to indulge in a personal matter?

"Aid Voph," her sharp gaze fell to the Knights that had remained and not passed into safety. It was not that she could not count upon them, but that she knew how Scherezade and Hevn worked in battle. It was difficult to coordinate tactics when you had to issue more general orders not knowing a Knight's specialty. For now, they would likely seek to keep any armed forces from advancing too far into the Hall whether by blaster, Force, or spell.

The Nightsister turned forward again and laid eyes on the scroll between her hands. Very well then. There'd be no choice but to unleash the full brunt of this spell. The rest of the Knights that had not passed through the portal for safe keeping were sure to be capable in their own right, but so were the people they'd send through those doors. Such soldiers would not hold back knowing the power of the Force in the right hands.

"Ri zûtaikima kitshija an ri sûtjaza, Ani shimzniya roji, ri koani tsosûtaki'azi. Ayiji tuti ani an sosûtari kam tuti nindz ani, Diwiji an tadti', an kots, diâ an sosûtari. Diu dari ani tadti' is mazo hatsi diâ mazo zûtasiki, An arsiasiti warisasi iw zo Hakasi ai siuri? Kam dari ani satchi anas tuti arja ani arika, An iritsimizi tos ir zo Wutchijaira ai shahkû? Ri dziana tuti ki, diâ ri asimi miatditi; Tsûrjti tsosûtaki'azi, diâ ri tonka tarji. Zo asimi sis diyina, ri kotaza wont matura. Sosûtusamsi, Nasosûtoi, warasji hi drasosûtâona; Dzis shujiyio, ri zûtaikima waria tors zo Wutchijaira ai miatditi."

«Our enemy marches toward our gate, Their sabres bared, the ground quakes. Eager are they to take what is not theirs, Quick to come, to break, and to take. Where do they come from so sure and so bold, To advance heedless of a Warlock's cry? What do they seek that is worth their souls, To set foot within a Witch's home? The sky is mine, and the storm brews; Thunder quakes, and the lightning cracks. A storm this day, the ramparts wont lack. Protect, Destroy, send back thy foes; For today, the enemy will taste a Witch's brew.»

Outside, black clouds were drawn forth from the ether above Shadow's Point. They began to circle and churn over the Main Hall; their volume growing with every passing second until it would cover the entire grounds. The rumble of the gods assaulted uncovered ears out in the open as its source loomed directly overhead of the ground troops. Quick of lightning flared and forked among the clouds as sprites on a Midsommar's feast. Slowly the core of the storm would begin to descend toward the roof of the Hall.

Inside the Main Hall the opposite had born true. A green reverse funnel -- whose base was on the floor and the cone stretched toward the ceiling -- swirled about the pale flesh of the Nightsister and lifted her off the ground.

A yellow field flared to life around Vytal when the concussive force of the grenade filled the Hall. One of the rings would provide a little protection for a time.

With her arms stretched up toward the ceiling, Vytal summoned the great power above. Nine bolts of lightning crashed into Shadow's Point all along its defenses; but the streams of energy one continued to see were not some echo burnt into the retina, but a living connection with the heavens. Tendrils of electricity filled the doorways along the outer wall and would greedily hunger for any that desired to bolster the intruder's ranks.

A thick channel of lightning that crashed down upon the Main Hall itself. The walls shook from the force before the very air began to prickle along any exposed flesh.

From nowhere and everywhere a deep voice intoned, "You were warned."

 

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka held the vaguest of twitches to every move she made, still far from actually stable after being so forcibly returned to reality. The drugs pumping through her veins not quite totally releasing their grip on her mind, a quick shake of her head tossing her back to reality once again after they tried to pull her back into that hopeless little War. The one that had killed her. Truly it was shameful, but seems the gods above had cursed her to a second chance.

"The first time we met I tried to break you spine over my knee and burned down half a forest to so. Without that damnable Tusken shredding my knee you wouldn't be standing. Enjoy the irony.

Even through the distortion of her helm, a feature she must've added back in after her revival, Lirka's words didn't sound...right. They held the same accent, thick as before. But there was always the slightest of difference, a fine trait of the viciously sharp teeth that now lined her gums: a fine little secret, till she decided to fest like an animal on some unfortunate fool.

"I'll buy you some Commerian Brandy and give you scratches behind the ear, does that make up for , Jhori Shyr."

The fires that burned around her, much more literally then the ones one her metaphysical Csilla, seemed not to bother her much at all. These battles were irrelevant now, the bloodlust was unsatisfied: she would either turn tail and slaughterer the attackers, the traitors (unlikely, she knew that much), or leave empty handed. The latter seemed the most likely, disappointingly.

[member="Alwine Lechner"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton grinned like a young boy receiving gifts on his name day, as the lightning crashed around his position and all around the defenses. On the contrary, the Sith enjoyed the total chaos of the storm as his helm automatically adjusted and maximized the available light from the surroundings. He paid no heed to the enemies who were already routed, fleeing for their lives. Its was his gift to them, for now they will be living witnesses to the dangers of messing with the Knights Obsidian.

In a way it was rather quite the let down as he had hoped someone would have taken the opportunity to strike out at him during the chaos. He rather missed the clean challenge of a duel. No lies, no politics, no propaganda. Just one mind against another in a dance as old as time. Lightning crashed nearby once more as he began to laugh softly to himself. The night was still young, perhaps there would be someone foolish enough to try. With a light step in his walk he scanned his HUD for possible signs of hostiles in his vicinity.

 

[Bedrovelse Hevn]

Objective: Defend
Location: Shadow’s Point Main Hall
Allies: [member="Voph"] | [member="Vytal Noctura"] | [member="Tallara"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Alwine Lechner"] | [member="Daxton Bane"]
Enemies: [member="Luna Terrik"] | [member="Kelsie Sylvan"] | [member="Madalena Antares"] | [member="McKenna Rory"]

Whatever look it was that [member="Scherezade deWinter"] attempted to offer him was lost upon the man as [member="Vytal Noctura"] chimed the promise of consequences into his ear. To escalate matters further Scherezade compiled and compounds upon the offense taken by mimicking Vytal’s words almost completely in full.

Thankless, ungrateful, miserable wretches! The half of the damned faction that weren’t trying to kill him were faithless in his effort to secure their coveted treasures. Weapons, armor, spells, objects of unknown origin and function. This was Hevn’s expertise. It was the task bestowed upon him. Yet every breathing soul in this worthless sanctum saw fit to question his ability and methods.

From Vytal it was nothing short of expected. She had a death grip on the Mandragora and was surely it’s finest and strongest cog in the machine. The woman used every opportunity to wrestle some kind of compliance from him. To exert superiority. He would not have it. Hevn had been around far too long to be taking orders from a witch who had only just left Dathomir a mere blip ago in Hevn’s vast lifespan. Even she ignored every display of his magnificent power. That blaster bolts were little more than insect bites. Lightsabers stalling against his impenetrable frame. Hauling the stone itself with his own hands from Talay. Still it was not enough to move the Storm Caller.

From Scherezade, however, the offense was infinitely greater. How little faith in me, oh friend of mine? That she could regard him as a knight, and no more felt like the kind of pathetic and insulting rhetoric that the witch fed him at every available chance. How disgusted he was, with her, and himself. Am I not strong enough to believe in? I’ve dropped buildings on our enemies. Stood before a carpet bombing and emerged no worse for wear. His judgment dragging their would be corpses from the streets of Mandalore to escape. Hell. How many had endured her exsanguination and lived to tell the tale?

None of it was worth spit to either. So he weighed their words as much.

Hevn was so caught in the storm of his own rage that he hadn’t noticed Scherezade pacing next to him until she spoke. At this point he had little care for saving anyone or anything. Pain was the only language in which he was fluent. The more of the sting he felt the more his gauntlet swallowed. The brighter it gleams upon his hand. The longer he strode beside the woman, the deeper the stinger punches, the more venom spilled into his insides to devour.

He makes no effort to look upon her as his boots pound the stone in imperious strides bestowed upon him by his height. Phantasmagoria was singing to him. Serenading him with the screams it would reap from fallen foes. Begging him to indulge a lust he had every intention of fulfilling.

As Scherezade speaks of her friend he feels nothing. No compassion or even motivation to save her. Killing her enemy was all that mattered to him. Something to release the darkness on. To unleash the writhing monster that was nagging him from soul to skin to feast. The girl, Alwine was weak and foolish. She’d have been better off keeping to his side instead of scurrying off. Now that price of her weakness could potentially be her friend’s demise. What if Hevn were not so keen on his own verbal pacts? If Scherezade were to face the Confederacy alone. It was that the woman undoubtably would be unafraid to do so that unsettled him so. It was why he’d never ask the same as she had of him.

As Scherezade once again echoes Vytal’s thread his shining gauntlet peaks. Whatever light provided by the stars was washed away as pure bloody red light luminously eclipses all else. His eyes burn sulfuric yellow as a ring of red begins to eat away at his icy blue eyes. He does not halt in stride. Only a pair of words follow a grunt of disgust and anger. ”Save it for someone who gives a damn. They’ll get their toys back with my resignation.” The nasty snarl could only be reminiscent of the word’s that preceded his strike upon her on Coruscant. Hevn was past the edge now. He’d already held off the attack intended for intruders when she and Tallara had arrived. His state of mind, being, and strength would not likely issue a second dose of mercy.

When she stopped dead in front of the doors, rather than throwing them open and rushing out, a rush of fury racks his bones. She announces the presence of Exarch Malvern, and then that she is returning to the hall. His toxic thoughts only spiral further. Shouldn’t Malvern be good news? Someone to put an end to this bloody charade? Hevn had never met the man himself but knew that Vytal had once held an audience on Ryloth for him. A pursuit he felt befitted the Nightsister far more than himself, though he was upset he missed whatever Vytal passed for “manners”.

Secondly was that Scherezade was so quick to give up on Alwine. Malvern could have been the one attacking her for all he knew. She wasn’t even going to check and see if she was okay?! Was this the measure of friendship that Scherezade knew and offered to others? Would she ask him to fight beside her and then leave him on his back to die?

The light in Hevn’s gauntlet fluctuates. From blinding back to a dull glow. His senses could feel something wrong. He reaches and tries to pull Scherezade away from the door, just before the Storm Caller belches lightning from the sky into every corner of Shadow’s Point. “Watch it!” He calls while trying to grab her. A wall of electricity consumes the door. It surges through the walls. Commotion was echoing from the length at which they had only just come. Explosions, blaster fire. Battle.

Red has bled into every corner of his visage. His eyes completely so and now only a feral ring of yellow surrounding the iris. Bleeding anger and darkness as he might, be was not a fool clouded by such emotions. He had them primed to attack and that rarely impacted his judgment. A severe expression seized his face as their mistake in leaving sets in upon him.

Was it his anger? Scherezade? Alwine? What led him astray? What put the others in danger of fighting without him? The gauntlet and the sword remind him of their worth to him. Of his worth to them. If it weren’t for his lust to kill he might have had a seat and let the rabble deal with it themselves. If the Exarch was here, how much longer would this go on for anyways?

Forget the Knights. Forget the Mandragora. It was time to educate these assailants on trifling with sorcerers and the secrets of the force. They had to bring the biggest guns in the galaxy to get this close. They got this close to choke on their own hope. Hevn was thrilled to be their teacher.

“I am going to disrupt their flanks. They’re trapped in here with me now.” His electric aura grazes and kicks Scherezade in palpable waves. He was making no effort to contain or conceal himself. Anyone with the force would feel him coming like a freight train roaring through the halls.

Hevn does not make any great haste in returning toward the hall. Winding through the corridors his long strides pound once more. His senses sharpen to the sound of battle and he lets it’s thrive beat like a drum into his blood. Turning a final corner towards the door in front of the main hall he catches a gaggle of soldiers preparing to do whatever it was they came to do. His glowing gauntlet and diabolical eyes would be visible at the length away he was standing. Intent to engage from range, Hevn winds his left arm up and launches a Force Blast down the hallway, and through it. He concentrated on his loathing for the traitors who descended upon him this day. Concentrates on the anger he holds for being held to such a low standard by the Nightsister and a lover to boot. He intended to destroy [member="Luna Terrik"] , [member="Kelsie Sylvan"] , and every soldier with them in a radiant, screaming, crackling, red burst of Hevn’s infinite hatred. It was about as fast as a blaster bolt, but far more deadly. There was nothing he’d met yet that could withstand the internal burn of his Force Blast. It wasn’t enough to kill every single one of them, and it was unlikely he’d go unseen by military of this caliber. They’d have a moment to do something before he launches his all out signature attack.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Shadow's Point Barracks
Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Nozhi Blades | 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Mos Wrist Link | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Allies: [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"] [member="Voph"] [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] [member="Vytal Noctura"] [member="Zak Dymo"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Tallara"]
Enemies: [member="Lirka Ka"] [member="Luna Terrik"] [member="Madalena Antares"]

There was absolutely no way for her to even begin guessing about what was going on through Hevn's mind as the two marched, but to say that she did not feel that there was something off would have been incorrect. Was it the annoyance of needing to deal with the current situation that had him feel like that? Was it the man's natural reaction to being suggested that some did not agree with a choice he'd made?

But the glow of his gauntlet had not gone unnoticed. And then the eyes… Scherezade didn't know what to say. His snarl, the absolutely anger that was now coiling off of him in tendrils. Even before realizing that Malvern was there, she suddenly didn't want to be at Shadow Point at all. By that point she completely understood that she'd done something wrong. And now Hevn was angry with her, punishing her for not being perfect.

The pause as she said she would be headed back added more heaviness to the situation. Scherezade bit her lip, by now pretty much sure that Hevn was thinking the worst of the worst of her. Whereas he considered that perhaps the exarch had attacked Alwine, she was thinking about him probably thinking she was a chicken for not wanting to face the exarch in the first place. But she knew Alwine was safe. She knew the Force presences of all those gathered in the courtyard – Alwine, Lirka, and Adron. She knew who'd attacked who and that now it had been taken care of.

It was uncomfortable. Perhaps it was the fact that she'd only lived for so little, or that the situation between was as confusing to her as it was, but she had no clue what to do, how she was to behave now. The danger of the lightning from the sky barely registered before she heard him shout, and the next thing she knew, he'd grabbed her, moving the both of the away from the door. Would it be Mandalore all over again? The flashing thought put a small smile to her lips.

His aura slammed into her, and her smile only widened. It didn't matter who was attacking them, or why. The presence of the exarch did not matter anymore either. The Sithling reached forward with her own aura, swirling around Hevn's kicks, engulfing and letting them be engulfed with her own. This was not Madnalore all over again. This was Corucant, and instead of fighting each other or fighting apart, they now had a common enemy to battle.

The physical distance between them had barely been existent, but she closed it now completely as she pressed both body and mouth to his. "Let's show them what we're made of," she purred.

As Hevn leashed out with the Force, Scherezade gathered hers around her. She'd trained her entire life with the knives, and they now slid from her body, some from above the armor and some from beneath, rising into the air and spreading around her like a fan, pointy ends aimed at the soldiers who'd infiltrated the castle. She saw their uniforms, saw the Confederacy's symbol on them.

It meant nothing.

How many times had the Ministry dealt with turn cloaks? How many times had their enemies pretended to be them to gain an upper hand? It would take so much more than that to make her, to make anyone, pause. Not after all that had happened within the last years in the Confederacy.

Some of the bodies went flying through the air, and Scherezade marched forward. The halls of slaughter were her catwalk now, and the main hall would be her stage.

The small delay she and Hevn had, had ensured that they missed the stun grenades.

But Scherezade paused. In all the mayhem, she recognized two distinct scents, the scents of women she had worked before with, one of which on multiple occasions- [member="Kelsie Sylvan"] and [member="Luna Terrik"]. They?! They had come to fight against them?!

Walking through [member="Vytal Noctura"] 's lightning bolts, walking through the fighting that was already going on, the Blood Hound made her way to her two new enemies and any forces that might have been surrounding them. They'd entered the hall, after all. A poor choice when facing any Knight Obsidian, whose deadliness always shone in close quarter combat.

Glowing green eyes looked around, not confused by the other soldiers for even an instant. She didn't need her eyes to know who was who; she could smell their blood. Behind her, she could sense Vytal, could sense Hevn, knew everyone was only just starting. She would play to the rhythm they had set forth. She could play with food, and though she would've been beyond happy to see Hevn finally get the chance to let it all out, Jaqueline (Kelsie) had made it person. And in some ways, so had Terrik.

"Toss your weapons to the ground," she warned them, exactly one time, "Or you'll never breathe into another day again."

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

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Current Location: The CNS Maer'Tok
Objective: Stop the Fleet Admiral from leaving the ship.
Allies: [member="Ciri Jade"], [member=Holt] & Knights Obsidian
Tags: [member="Eternal Avarice"]




She hoped the youngling would likely keep busy knocking heads of the enemy against the wall, or into one another through the newly acquired Force skill of Push. Who wouldn't enjoy the thrill of having the control over another being, especially at his young age? It isn't every day a youngling acquires control over the adults in his life. The boy was gentle in his utilization, but like any, he shall learn to be a force with which to be reckoned in no time at all!

As she downed a Potion to recover from the massive flow of energy, the boy surprised her by taking the initiative to lock the guards in the holding cell. Pomsty gave him a high five as she stood erect. The molten metal of the destroyed battle droids bled through the floor, dripping into the corridor bellow. The smell overwhelmed her senses.

The one thing Pom always holds to during a moment of duress is level headedness. Legion whispered to her continuously, and she knew the clock to be running out. If she did not act quickly, the Fleet Admiral might escape her. The Sorceress caught one of the newly freed mutineers by the arm. Looking at him intently, she said, "I need you to visualize the hangar's location from here." The others ran on ahead setting out to fulfill their objectives. With the location of their destination in the forefront of her mind now, Pom held out a hand to [member="Zak Dymo"] once again and together she would Apparated the three of them directly to the hangar where they would await this Fleet Admiral's arrival.

They were rushed by the personnel stationed within the hangar. Pom immediately shielded the youngling behind her back as she raised a hand to lift the rushing officers into the air and send them flying to their next state of being, unconsciousness of course, and their guns in the opposite direction.

Another battle droid rounded the corner and Pom lifted it into the air and held it at bay, aiming it towards the automatic doors leading from the corridor…where the Fleet Admiral should be passing through shortly. As the battle droid writhed and twisted in the air, she continued to hold its guns turned toward the doors of the corridor.

"Lock down any other escape method the Fleet Admiral might acquire!"

The mutineer she brought with her began to lock down the escape pods, taking systems temporarily offline.

Shortly afterward, she heard the others she had freed hail her Comm from Engineering. They reported diverting bridge control and successfully restoring communications. They opened a channel to the planet bellow for her.

The battle droid she held suspended began firing wildly, and so the Witch sent it flying toward the far hangar wall. It fired again just before slamming into the hot metal it had penetrated. Its arms got lodged into the hole it had bored! Sporadically it struggled to free itself, as the metal wall cooled and welded to its weaponized arms.

 

[Kelsie Sylvan]

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Equipment: Kelsie's Combat Armor, Combat Gauntlets, .48 cal Enforcer slugthrower pistol, Aspis-type Personal Shield Generator, Heart of Naboo, Taozin Amulet, Verpine shatter gun auto rifle, Verpine shatter gun pistol, 6 Saijo Tehk'la Blades, 1 CryoBan grenade, 1 Dioxis grenade, HL-27 blaster pistol
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Luna Terrik"] | [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"] | [member="Voph"] | [member="Vytal Noctura"]


Morons.

Kelsie wasn’t incompetent. She’d been studying the mentality of Force users since she was three. How each culture reacted to attack and opposition. How much they relied on their powers. How fast their reactions were. It helped that Missy could give her rapid updates on potential capabilities of her opponents through the Confederate databases, but more importantly her more intimate knowledge of the Force from her own experience as one gave her an edge against the high-and-mighty warriors of the Knights Obsidian.

<<”Advanced Combat Mode activated.”>>

But in any situation, the most important piece was preparation. The Knights were well-trained, but they were off guard. They were powerful, but their intellect was limited under stress. And their pride seemed to blind them to their situation. Kelsie had already planned every move of her squad in combat, and she’d brought every little piece of gear that’d make her win.

The little devices that had preceded the Dauntless move into the hall hadn’t been normal grenades, but rather stun grenades. There was nothing physical for the Knights to block -- the flash of light and disorienting sound threw them off guard and demoralized them. The commandos didn’t wait around as they entered; this wasn’t some kind of honour duel and they weren’t dumb enough to sparse their attacks with quips about how their enemies were going to die. The already disoriented Knights didn’t hear shots ring out, but it was likely they’d feel the impossibly fast Verpine shatter gun pellets tear through their armor and skin. Kelsie knew that even masters of precognition or Force speed couldn’t avoid weapons of this design -- she’d tested it herself.

Still, she couldn’t expect to disrupt everything they were doing. She felt a tug on her heart as Voph’s attack flooded the front of the hall, as if the blood was draining from her limbs. Perhaps it was the pain that set her mind into motion. The layer of hodhadarium in her armor protected her enough, but…

The castle being ceaselessly bombarded. The entire place filled with traitors. The main hall, filled with diverse but loyal servants of the Confederacy. The decision to send in entirely organic groups of soldiers.

Kelsie had never really felt a real loyalty to the CIS, but she knew that many did and would carry out orders without question. Many of the people in that room were among them.

Missy sensed the hesitation, and for a moment the claustrophobic readings from her HUD quieted. “Stop,” the young woman whispered. Another moment of hesitation, but she knew her squad wouldn’t question her orders. She was thankful she didn’t have some of that same loyalty. If she had, she’d never had been able to think straight, even now. Kelsie’s mind moved faster than a starfighter in combat, but for a moment she felt it quiet.


<<"Advanced Combat Mode deactivated.">>

“That’s enough,” she said simply. Her helmet retracted and she turned her eyes on the cyborg in the corner, giving him a dead stare for a moment, as if to say ‘you fire that off and I make your skull my new mug’. Not a doubt in her mind that she could do it.

Morons.

Kelsie had experienced the failings of Confederate officers numerous times during her tenure as a Dauntless commando. Idiotic training exercises, ranking officers with no experience in using special forces units, terrible defense emplacements, and people who forgot that the CIS held some of the greatest technological power in the galaxy. Whoever was running the attack on Shadow’s Point had to be a special kind of stupid to have come up with this plan… but now Kelsie suspected a more sinister motivation behind the poor management of this strike.

After all, Kelsie had been studying Force users since she was three. She’d been studying people since she was three. A smart Confederate commander would’ve deployed droids, played a sort of routine CDF check in with the Knights Obsidian base, or even just used units that could level the playing field against Force users -- notably there were no such units that were organic that Kelsie had seen. Even talking in the front gates with an official warrant beforehand could’ve allowed any remaining loyal Knights to flush out the traitors; there was no way the entire castle of so many Force users, all with differing ideals and psychologies would turn coat together. None of those that had landed had even been given a reason behind this defection or what these supposed traitors were planning to do. No word of how the group had been informed of this betrayal in the first place.

Morons.

It was the arrival of Scherezade that allowed Kelsie to put it all together. If the other woman really had turned coat, she wouldn’t have hesitated, even with Kelsie, to start tossing knives. She knew that the Raven lived for all that wonderful murder and wasn’t about to wait around to get some. A conscious traitor would already be happily slaughtering away, but instead she gave a rather sternly-worded warning.

“You guys literally all have the Force, but none of you have any sense.” She shook her head, her armored hand reaching up to tap and hold her ear as she spoke into her comms. “Missy. Call the attack off. Tell the fleet we’ve apprehended the traitors and we’ll be back aboard with them momentarily. On the authority of General Luna Terrik.” With that, she holstered her weapon and turned around, heading to the exit. “Come on. We’re going to go find someone to torture.”