Skirmish Eternal Conflict - Assault on Garos IV (Mando Protectors & Allies Vs Sith & Allies)

[Mia Monroe]

Mia let out a sigh as he waved away the smoke, holstering the bolter, it had been too much to hope that such a weapon would work. Zambrano had been fighting Mandalorians for as long as she'd been fighting Sith, of course he was prepared for the armaments that she could throw at him. Her now empty hand moved slowly at her side, drawing energy beneath it, channelling her rage into a pulsing ball of darkside energy.

Liberator...

Mia raised the energy to her chest as Kaine donned his crown. She had walked in the darkness since Velok had given her his memories, there was no path for her that held any light. She was as close as she could get to becoming her enemy. But before all of it, she was the Liberator. She freed her people from the sith, Dromund Kaas fell under her rule, and while she did not sit in a seat of power now, she would always be the Liberator. She would always seek to free them from the sith.

There were a thousand things she could have said in response, a thousand things she wanted to scream at him. instead, she flicked her wrist, launching the force blast at him. She stepped after it, closing the gap between them, hungry to see him bleed.

Darth Carnifex

 

[Arla Rodarch]

Garos IV
Mining Facility Outskirts

Gear
Blaster, Ion Blaster
Beskad, Combat Knife
Dart Launcher, Stun darts

A call had gone out for volunteers for a raiding operation into Sith space. Arla had been one of several from Clan Rodarch to step forward. She and five others boarded her shuttle which she'd put forward for the operation. The six of them didn't speak much. One volunteered to pilot which freed Arla up for the raid. The youngest female would stay behind while the remaining three men and two women including Arla went out.

Arla had spent the trip maintaining her weapons, readjusting the iron sights on her blasters, refilling her bandolier and her dart launcher, and sharpening her combat knife. She'd stopped carrying the lightsaber when she'd put on the beskar'gam. Her own armor was durasteel save for the helmet. Her buy'ce and her beskad were the only Mandalorian Iron she possessed. The blades went into her belt sheathes, while the blasters fitted snugly into her thigh holsters. Her dart launcher attached to her left forearm.

She had a shopping list and a wish list for gear, which got longer and longer the more she was exposed to her Mandalorian brethren and the options and accessories she became aware of. Mandalorians loved their gear. She'd only been truly one of them for months now, and was still building her reputation.

The others on the raid had decided to make a squad of four, which left Arla to hunt alone. She was fine with this, and the others had picked up on her desire for solitude. When the shuttle hit ground, the ramp dropped and the sounds of battle made their way into the cramped cabin. The squad of four went first, with Arla close behind them, as the fog of war enveloped them.

Assaulting the mining facility was a ragtag Mandalorian force, being met in force, by the Sith and their minions. Arla ran on, blasting away, moving towards the objective. She heard a voice above the battle's din.

"Who's next?" It was almost enough to bring a smile to her face. The universe so seldom handed you what you wanted on a platter. For Arla, filled with anger and vengeance, this was such an offering.

"FOR MAND'ALOR!" Arla roared, changing direction to zero in on her quarry amidst the smoke and chaos of battle.

Annika Starfire

 

[Annika Starfire]

Location: On outskirts of mining facility
Objective: Investigate strange contact
Tags: Arla Rodarch
Gear: in bio

Wearing: this

The question posed was quickly answered by another warrior, a woman clad in the metal armour of the attacking mandalorians. She smiled, having learned to hide her nerves, or at least begin to channel her fear in to anger. She reached out her arm and pressed the gem on her beautiful hilt activating the purple blade of her lightsaber that smoked gently as its crystal connected with Annika's own magics. Her fingertips also shared the same eerie smoke that had choked her first victim. From her other hip she pulled out her particle blaster pistol and loosed a few rounds. The high energy rounds would explode on impact and hopefully stop or slow down the assailant. "Mandalore sucks! the teen shouted back as a reply to the battle cry.

Whether she kept coming or not, and she probably would, mandalorians being famously stubborn when asked to die, she would whip her blade into a position to try and strike her as soon as she got within close combat range. If she did not approach closer, she would continue with her blaster pistol until something gave.

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[Arla Rodarch]

Garos IV
Mining Facility Outskirts

Gear
Blaster, Ion Blaster
Beskad, Combat Knife
Dart Launcher, Stun darts

Arla had been expecting some sort of verbal riposte to her war cry, but "Mandalore sucks!" was not among the expected returns. She didn't let it deter her from charging directly at her opponent, who had produced a purple bladed lightsaber and was firing a weapon in her direction.

The Echani Mando'ad was running at full speed, and tried to dodge the incoming fire. The first blast caught her a glancing blow and knocked her right shoulder back, searing a burn into her skin through the durasteel and underweave. It packed a punch too, she had no doubt there'd be a serious bruise.

The next shots went well wide, as Arla rolled over an obstacle to continue to close the distance, coming up in a fighting crouch, having discarded her blasters for her blades. In her right hand was her beskad, a gift from a dying elder of Rodarch to her. In her left was a large combat knife which she'd carried for decades.

It was imperative that she close the distance quickly, because that blaster weapon was nasty and she didn't relish getting shot again. It was also the best way to bring her blades into the equation. Readying her beskad, Arla came up from the crouch at a sprint, trading directness for evasion. She was risking being shot in the face, but for the chance to get close and take the damned blaster out of the game.

"Choose your next words carefully, Sith, they might be your last." She growled from behind her buy'ce as she closed in, her anger fueling her momentum, focused only on cutting her enemy to pieces as quickly as possible.


Annika Starfire

 

[Vazz]

"Now isn't this interesting. A Mandaloian flying without bothering with their jetpack, in a suit that reeks of alchemy and blood."

He was hunting. Vazz always hunted, but now his targets were Mandalorians. They were easier, in a way. Jedi were unnaturally skilled at sensing the unseen, but Mandalorian's relied on tech more often than not. It made them much easier to trick. He hadn't expected to see one flying silently through the air in full armor, though. One of those Shamans, then?

Very curious.

He rubbed at his chin as he stalked through the forest, keeping to the shadows, keeping out of sight. Being ready, just in case. As a Defel he was naturally invisible in the dark. He absorbed light in his true form. But he didn't hesitate to bury himself further, erase himself from the Force, from sight, from even the mechanical eyes of technology.

He'd find time to strike, eventually.

Corbin Vasher

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Scintillating energy danced in front of the Dark Lord, creating a complex lattice-work of interwoven strands right as the Force blast struck. The ground around the Dark Lord bore the brunt of the impact, cracking and breaking apart in a long line from either side of Him. Mia wasted no time, rushing through the smoke and spinning into a powerful kick. The Dark Lord blocked it with His armored forearm, knocking her aside before raising both hands to slam down right where she fell.

But the Liberator spun away, His balled fists cracking only the permacrete, sending a shockwave of spider-web fissures out in all directions. She tried to kick His face as He was bent down, but the Dark Lord rolled back and jumped up into a crouching stance. His cloak billowed out around Him, and she could see the many armored scales woven into the durable fabric. Each one born the distinct marker of a Mandalorian clan or family, a multicolored tapestry of stolen Beskar'gam; a legacy snuffed out.

"Very limber for a dead woman, Liberator. Less of a waste of my time than I anticipated."

He pushed off of the ground, rushing at her like a discharged slug. It was a flurry of arms and legs, striking and dodging, dancing around one another as the ground was sundered beneath every step. The Dark Lord was not only physically larger than her, but by some unholy paradox He was nightmarishly fast. It would take all of her skill and battle acumen to keep out of His grip, because of He managed to snare her in a hold He could break her regardless of the armor she bore. But there was a cruel playfulness in the Dark Lord's movements, as though He were enjoying the struggle and drawing it out for His own entertainment.

Carnifex reached down and plucked a Mandalorian corpse by the scruff of their armor, throwing it at Mia like a javelin. In the lull between His throw and her evasion, the Dark Lord spoke briefly. "Did you ever figure out the truth about Ra, Liberator? About how everything you died to see built crumbled to ash?"

Mia Monroe ​

 

[Vaux Gred]

Objective: Take a peek at the action.
Gear: Modified Trayc'kal, Zygerrian Electro-Whip, "Flare" lightsaber, jetpack
Tags: Caesar Kryze

Vaux looked around, soon spotting the red blade and.... Beskar'gam? Kark of course she couldn't just sit on she slebs, and watch for a karking change. She gripped her Trayc'kal, quickly raising it while wrapping her left hand around one of the two hilts that hung from her belt. She was quick to take aim, and ready to move her dagger/revolver into a guarded stance if she had to. Then she saw the symbol. The one Mig had shown her long ago. "Death's Hand...." The moment that was clear she'd fire off the last two rounds chambered in her revolver, sending powerful bolts flying before switching on the hilt as the orange glow of a stolen electro-whip would show itself. She prepped to quickly send the weapon's end the way of this Mawite.

"I'd stop right there if I was you, dara'manda." She finally said aloud, glaring at the man before her, and just waiting for the next move.

 

[Mia Monroe]

Everything about him was designed to taunt her, his perverted use of beskar, the clan insignia's on his cloak, the use of her title. He mocked her, he mocked her people and to top it all off he was playing with her. Speed, decades of fighting and her connection to the force were the only things that were keeping his attacks at bay. But for every strike he made, for every attack he dodged, Mia was learning. Learning how he moved, if the armour he war restricted hi, what points felt softer. Let him play, the longer he played, the more she learned.

She rolled sideways, dodging the body launched came up on one knee, resting her forearm on her leg to take a breath and answer his question. "Kaine, you cannot make me any angrier than I already am." She slammed both firsts into the ground sending a wave of telekinetic energy towards him, pushing him back, sending chunks of the already torn duracrete flying, he dismissed them all but it gave her distance and a moment, however brief, to think. "Yes, I know the truth about your puppet." she replied softly, coming to her feet. "Yes, everything turned to ash while I fought demons in the Blood Wastes."

Channelling the rage with, a telepathic wind picking up around them, obscuring them from view of the rest of the battle as it lifted, dust rubble and bodies of mando'ade and sith alike. "Mia! I can't cover you if I can't-" she pulled her helmet free, tossing it aside, the comms crackling into silence, revealing the deep orange hue to her eyes.

"I know all.

I remember all.​

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And I will take great pleasure, in reminding you,​

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just how vengeful I can be."​

A subtle tug and the first chunk of duracrate launched at him, like the meteors that had been launched at Kaas, all those years ago. One by one they came, slamming towards him.

Darth Carnifex

 

[Corbin Vasher]

ETERNAL CONFLICT​

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

STARSHIP: Tra'tena SPEEDER: Burbr ARMOR: Burbr'Katya Mk II
WEAPONS: Ravenfire - Burbr'sacitr - Burbr'sacitayr - Nuhaatyc'bedtr - Gaan'sacitadr - Dueling Blades

Corbin spun in air, looking around. For the briefest moment, he could have sworn he felt a Force signature, a Dark one. But it was gone now. His eyes picked up the Force Aura of the trees and animals in the forest and below the ground, and even the very earth itself, but he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Definitely nothing registering the corrupted Dark side of the Living Force. He shook his head and continued flying toward the Currahen Crossroads.

If Corbin had not been in a hurry, if he had not been so overconfident in the passive ability of the Force Sight granted by his Miralukan blood, he might have been able to boost his ability and notice the one tailing him. But his eyes had never failed him before, so he had no reason to doubt them now. It would later be another lesson that, despite all his training and combat practice, Corbin Vasher was still woefully inexperienced. After all, most of his time while not training or studying these days was spent being a craftsman and a businessman.

Vazz​

 

[Annika Starfire]

Location: On outskirts of mining facility
Objective: Investigate strange contact
Tags: Arla Rodarch
Gear: in bio

Wearing: this

The bucket head kept coming and shouted back a challenge to her. Annika had never thought about what her last words might be before, something poignant, something meaningful that scholars years from now, might ponder the meaning of. OK, perhaps not scholars, but her followers.

The first swing came in and Annika caught it with her saber, a purple white flash momentarily illuminated then as the blades connected and Annika tried to allow her assailants momentum to carry her past instead of barrelling her over. As she turned back to face Arla Rodarch she had it, her potential final words. "Unskippable ads detract from content quality and cost creators more than their material advantage." she had a smirk on her face. She could tell the woman was angry, Annika could try to meet that head on and probaly lose, or she could screw with her and potentially catch her off guard.

As Arla regained her own posture, Annika reached out with the force, attempting the same smokey force choke that had been so successful on the previous opponent. Whisps of smoke formed around the woman's neck and then... nothing?

Annika raised her eyebrow "Huh?" it was a question as much as an exclamation of suprise.

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[Arla Rodarch]

Garos IV
Mining Facility Outskirts

Gear
Blaster, Ion Blaster
Beskad, Combat Knife
Dart Launcher, Stun darts

The Sith was good, Arla would grant that much. Capably and confidently the purple lightsaber glowed and crackled into a successful block, even as the wielder adjusted herself to avoid the Mandalorian's headlong charge. It cost Arla a step, and that was a significant advantage in such close combat.

She recovered as quickly as she could, in range of her blades now, and hungry. She knew she'd been injured but the adrenaline was still taking care of that for her. The beskad held the purple lightsaber away capably. The Sith was talking some sort of nonsense, which she assumed was to put Arla off guard. Mind games, then. Immersed in what felt to her like boundless rage, Arla was beyond playing games. She ignored what she saw as a petty attempt at banter. This was war.

Locked together, right then, the Sith gave the Echani Mandalorian an opening. Something had surprised her. If Arla had thought about what, she might have figured out it was an attempt to direct the Force at her. That would have required pause, which she did not currently have. Arla took full advantage of what she saw as a golden opportunity. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, her left hand reversed her grip on her combat knife expertly.

"Surprise!" Arla grunted, as she drove the tip of the blade home, stabbing at the right side of the Sith woman's neck, her left arm driving the point inward at a diagonal angle from the side.

Arla moved forward as she struck, holding the beskad's trusty blade against the crackling and glowing purple weapon of her Sith enemy, pushing back to try and drive her off balance as she struck with her offhand weapon. She was trying her utmost to finish this fight quickly, mercilessly, and efficiently, utilizing her Alulan training and experience, combined with the natural Echani affinity for observation and movement, combined with the horrifying experiences that had forged her into the Mando'ad she now fought as. Dead to the Force, she had only her vode, and her culture to cling to.

And she no longer had to eschew her anger, nor fear the Dark Side.

Annika Starfire

 

[Caesar Kryze]

Location: Garos IV
Objectives: Support the Sith
Tags: Vaux Gred
Gear: in main bio

The man, slowed his speed at the incoming bolts, one missing entirely and the other hitting his armoures shoulder, he felt the power behind the blast but the thick plate protected him. Caesar stopped in mid air a half dozen metres away from Vaux looked at the woman who had challenged him.

"Gred... he said without emotion as he recognised her emblem. "I would take care who you call Dar'manda. There is honour in knowing one's foe, I am Caesar, Scion of Khamul Kryze. Your name?" his voice came across with cool malice and he drew his pistol to aim back at the woman. She had already fired upon him, but he wanted to see what her next move would be.

"Do you know how to use that?" he asked with a gesture to her weapon as she held the glowing whip of a slaver.

 

[Vazz]

Wherever he was going didn't matter for too much longer. The waiting, the stalking, the hunting, it was over now. The Sith reached from the ground, letting the Force pull under his grasp. Illusions were his forte, his bread and butter. And there was nothing quite like a sudden obstacle to throw someone flying for a loop. Literally, in some cases.

It wasn't anything complex, just a rock, a stone, something clearly earthen in texture but very much lobbed towards the flyer from afar. A distraction, of course. Force teh Mandalorian to move as Vazz himself got up from behind to strike.

Corbin Vasher

 

[Lucia Naberrie]

Location: Starship Hangar, Hibridium Mining Facility - Garos IV
Objective: Resource Management
Dialogue Legend: <<Technopathy Link>> │ “Verbal”
Direct Engagement: Drego Ruus

Lucia didn’t need the warning from her drone to clue her in to the imminent collision as the walker charged towards the sealed doors. Her ultrasensitive auditory receptors registered the relatively soft whines of the vehicle’s servos on their own, at which point her synthetic mind quickly triangulated its location. Even so, her drone’s warning came with a burst of data that gave the gynoid more specific intelligence regarding her target. Unfortunately, the Juggernaut didn’t seem intent upon entering the hangar in the manner that she had hoped.

In that, Lucia quickly realized that she was now on the defensive.

A grenade flew through the west side entrance moments after the walker crashed into the hangar bay. As it did, the gynoid’s processors kicked into gear, effectively slowing her perception of time to a crawl. In the blink of an eye, Lucia shot her left arm towards the incoming bomb, before sending forth a repulsive shockwave out from the palm of her hand that threw the explosive flying into the corner of the hangar bay closest to the west side entrance. Then, the gynoid immediately hurled her body into a reverse somersault, before swiftly gliding backwards via her repulsors, intending to put as much space between herself and the ensuing blast as possible.

It came a moment later—manifesting an electrical storm that seized the corner of the hangar bay. Fortunately, Lucia registered only a slight tingle in her processors as she trained her scatterblaster back on the west side entrance which was now 26 meters away from her position.

Then, as soon as the Juggernaut presented himself inside her crosshairs, she opened fire.

On cue, a quartet of hushed particle beam blasts exploded out from the barrel of her rifle all within a second, each aimed to strike the Juggernaut where she hoped that his armor might prove weak—the first two for one of his knee joints and next two for the lower torso just underneath the main chest plate.

Under normal conditions each of her four shots might have been undoubtedly lethal, maiming strikes that would permanently ground a target. However, against a Juggernaut clad in beskar? Even with the speed and power of her processors, Lucia could only hazard a guess as to how they might be received.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Bloodflower Sapphire
  
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Utility
    
    • Synthspray
    • Lucia Naberrie’s Headband - ¹⁄₁₅ Concentration
  • Droid
    
    • IBIS Drone
• Breshig War Forge Consolidated DP-02 Class-D Heavy Disruptor Pistol (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Gas Cartridge-Power Cell Combined Unit (8)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
• Lucia Naberrie’s ETL-36 Assault Scatterblaster Rifle
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (4)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • UPC-06 Underbarrel Plasma Caster
      
      • Ammunition
        
        • Medium Plasma Gas Canister (2)
• Flash Grenade
• AI-Gx02 Si-Plasma Grenade

 

[Corbin Vasher]

ETERNAL CONFLICT​

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

STARSHIP: Tra'tena SPEEDER: Burbr ARMOR: Burbr'Katya Mk II
WEAPONS: Ravenfire - Burbr'sacitr - Burbr'sacitayr - Nuhaatyc'bedtr - Gaan'sacitadr - Dueling Blades

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Corbin had been born with both physical eyesight and Miraluka Force Sight. Both were completely natural to him, giving him a rather unique perspective on things. As such, he immediately recognized the Illusion of a stone flying through the air towards him. He was not worried about being hit. It was the implications that troubled him; there was a Force user out here after all.

Corbin flipped through the air, his sleeveless trench-style cloak billowing behind him as he landed, looking behind him. He still saw nothing, which greatly puzzled him. Illusions and Invisibility should not be able to hide from his eyes. Well, that was not entirely true. Technically, his Force Sight could not see Force Dead objects or creatures, but he could still see an outline of the absence of the Force. No, the only thing he would truly be unable to see was if he came across someone like himself, someone who was a Force Blank. It was a gift one had to be born with, it could not be learned, and it was probably the rarest of Force gifts in existence, so it was not likely. No, far more likely was someone had figured out how to amplify their stealth to the point where they could imitate that aspect of the ability by altering how the very Force warped around them. It would take a lot of power and energy to do so.

As Corbin scanned the area with both his tech and Force senses, he briefly thought he heard a voice...

Can you really not see the Sith?

What? Was he hearing things? He was not prone to precognition or visions. Perhaps he needed to get his brain checked for tumors as the earliest possible moment. "Wait... Sith?"

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Vazz ​

 

[Vaux Gred]

Objective: Take a peek at the action.
Gear: Modified Trayc'kal, Zygerrian Electro-Whip, "Flare" lightsaber, jetpack
Tags: Caesar Kryze

The pilot glared at Caesar under her helmet. She hit him, but it didn't do much. She watched him, slowly holstering the Tayc'kal before swapping the whip to her right hand. She looked as the Dark Hand, Caesar, introduced himself, and asking her own name.She honestly smirked a bit under her helmet, getting into a more readied stance.

"Vaux. Squadron commander of Talyc Squadron and Clan Gred ace." She then notes him asking if she knew how to used her whip. Ok. Now he was ticking her off. "You should ask all the slavers I've used this on, slamo." She quickly got in a ready stance, waiting for Caesar to make the next move.

 

[Annika Starfire]

Location: On outskirts of mining facility
Objective: Investigate strange contact
Tags: Arla Rodarch
Gear: in bio

Wearing: this

The blade came fast and Annika screamed in pain as she felt it "Mother fu.....!" she shouted at the pain. It had missed her neck, but were it not for the kaldreweave woven into her clothes it still would have been an incapacitating shock. Luckily for Annika though only an inch of the combat knife penetrated, striking into the bone of her shoulder with a firey pain causing her to drop her pistol.

Annika felt something right then that she had not before, a rage from the darkness that clouded everything else. She heard a whispering from somewhere, instructing her, and the young sith obeyed. For the briefest second she deactivated her lightsaber that was locked between them, it would allow the beskad to hit her chest, but their lock had stolen all the momentum from the attack the weave of her top would protect her from its cutting effect. However a lightsaber did not need momentum to cut and she would attempt to strike the blade against the next of her opponent the moment it reignited in the other side of the defence. She hoped it would at the very least, encourage the woman to back off a little.

Annika's eyes were black now as the her emptional state descended and she continued to battle for her life, black mists swirled around her as she fought, these were an environmental effect which would not harm her force dead opponent, but would quickly begin to obscure sight.

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[Arla Rodarch]

Taken in by the blood lust and release of pent up rage that was mortal combat, Arla reveled in the meaty thunk of her blade driving home into Annika's flesh, and unfortunately for her, that left her perfectly unprepared for what happened next. The lightsaber snapped out of existence. Too late Arla realized what had happened. Trakata. "Clever chakaar!" The situation was immediate. She had to move now or risk losing her sword arm. Sure, Annika was vulnerable now, but so was she.

The Echani lurched backward, releasing her combat knife entirely as she did so. The purple blade came back to life before she could finish moving out of its way, and the blade caught her not at the neck but across the chest. The blade burned easily through her underweave, blessedly a glancing blow, though her seared flesh screamed at her in pain, before the purple blade thankfully caught durasteel, and continued on and carved a trough across the chestplate.

Then there was enough distance and the blade came clear of Arla, hissing as it did so. They were only a step apart, both still well within striking distance of one another. With a second burning wound, Arla felt the same as before as she was still pumped full of adrenaline, but knew the burns and bruises would be sapping her strength.

Arla had reassessed her opponent, who was clearly more capable a fighter than she had originally thought. More dangerous. Her approach took this into account. Without the Force, focused on combat, she did not notice the fog as she redoubled her assault.

"But you'll need more than clever tricks, Sith."

Raising her beskad, the Echani attacked again, to draw the Sith into having to block the strike at the side of her head. A capable fighter would have to protect themselves, but also see and expect the approach, with Arla's not too obvious tactic being for an offhand strike with the opponent's weapon engaged. A punch being the most likely attack. Arla reinforced this appearance by flexing the fingers of her left hand as she very slightly adjusted her stance. There would be no punch. As soon as Annika locked weapons again, Arla would fire the stun darts from her left arm right into the Sith's gut.

Annika Starfire

 

[Annika Starfire]

Location: On outskirts of mining facility
Objective: Investigate strange contact
Tags: Arla Rodarch
Gear: in bio

Wearing: this

The dark mists continued to swirl at the fought and Annika noticed... something, was forming not far behind the mandalorian warrior from the whisps of smoke that left her. What was that? It beckoned her closer.

Annika blocked the blade as it came down, causing a flash again, the warrior was strong and had the height advantage so it took much of Annika's focus to block the blow, so much she almost didn't feel the sharp pain in her stomach from the discretely fired darts. Her mind was already swimming but now she felt the drugs clawing at her, threatening to drag her under. She dodged another attack and rand for the darkness that had formed behind Arla Rodarch , she didnt know why, but it felt like safety. Arla would see the teen duck under past her into what looked like a shimmering circle of pure black with the twinking of starlight behind it. And Annika was gone.

A hundred or so metres away Annika found herself unceremoniously dumped behind a ruined building. She knew she was still in the vicinity but she couldnt see any foes. She could sleep, she should sleep. "No!" she snapped quietly at herself as her legs began to buckle. "I am one with the force, and the force serves me, I am one with the force and the force serves me." she found herself repeating a mantra she heard whispered in her mind from somewhere. Slowly but steadily her force presence began to overpower her physical frailty, preventing her loss of consciousness from the string sedatives in her blood. As she mentally drifted, she could have sworn she saw a tattooed and red skinned woman watching her.... but then as she regained control the woman's presence faded.

"I think I'm done" She said in a squatted position trying to work out what was next. She was pleased that she had held her own against the other warrior.

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[Drego Ruus]

On cue, a quartet of hushed particle beam blasts exploded out from the barrel of her rifle all within a second, each aimed to strike the Juggernaut where she hoped that his armor might prove weak—the first two for one of his knee joints and next two for the lower torso just underneath the main chest plate.

The first two hit solid durasteel. Drego was smart enough to expect kneecapping, and thus his legs were fully plated in the metal. The shot to the chest hurt, his AI lighting up with injury warnings. No matter. "Hit me with some Bacta, I'll be fine." He grunted as he swung his shotgun around, charging forward at superhuman speed, nearly 20 miles an hour, before unloading with his Orar once more, slam firing Depleted Baradium 10 times into the enemy combatant, before drawing his shock pistol, and opening up with full auto to try and stun whatever was left, a barrage of shock rounds firing in a wild cone of lightning.

Tag: Lucia Naberrie