Exodus - SSC Dominion of Tygara

[Audren Sykes]

Objective: 2, 3
Location: Daer, Tygara (borders)
Allies: The Silver Sanctum | [member="Coryn Raxis"]
Enemies: Xioquo
Post: [2/20]
Gear: Lightsaber | Light Blaster Pistol | Armored Vest (not wearing)

While important, the work Audren was doing with his hands was fairly mundane. As a result he easily grew bored, and kept himself occupied by practicing with the Force. He wasn't nearly to the point where he could stand on one hand, work with the other, and keep stacks of items floating in midair, but he could sense things and even lift items some of the time. The first day here, he'd sensed the local insects. Trying to convince them that he was not food - apparently they found Sephi rather tasty - hadn't worked well, so he'd puzzled out how to change their perception of him from food to obstacle. Even though they occasionally walked on or flew into him, they didn't bite and only stung if he went to hurt them first. After all, he was just another rock or tree to them. It had occurred to him that he might be able to direct them at other people, use them to get back at some of the workers who made their jibes at him, but he had a sneaking suspicion that would be frowned upon.

Today, the Padawan was simply seeing how far he could sense things. He could hear the slap and quiet curse of the Twi'lek around the corner, but could also sense the partially-stunned flying insect that had been looking for a bite to eat. The sudden pain of a Rodian two units down who'd hammered his finger instead of a nail caused his own left hand to twitch in sympathy. A sudden flash of tiny deaths from the other direction as a welder welded a seam shut that insects were using as part of their food line, and the acrid stench of fumes left by the same welding in the operator's nose cavities. He'd found that the stronger the emotion or sensation, the further away he could feel it, though his range was typically limited to about a small neighborhood if he didn't push it in a certain direction.

There was no surprise to a vessel setting down nearby, they'd been doing so as long as he'd been here and more. Like the others, this one was probably bringing more materiel or more refugees. Just to see if he could, Audren reached out through the Force, putting all his attention on that one task for a moment, wanting to know if he was right or not. Much to his surprise, he found that the lone person onboard felt familiar. The Sephi didn't have a name, not having had the ability to sense things before recently. For whatever reason the sense of the person - he thought it was male - brought back a picture of red sands. Someone he'd met or knew from Orrazerus maybe?

Whatever the case may be, the Padawan didn't leave his job. This was the last prefab of the day, already the lights were starting to come on with a half hour left before the sun set over the horizon. There were lots of lights here, some to mark buildings, others to illuminate workplaces, and still more to keep the Xioquo at a distance. Work had to continue and the lit areas were perfect targets for native snipers. And they would be here tonight, there was a feeling of anticipation on the air just like there had been the other nights they'd attacked. As soon as the prefab was done, Audren would pull his shirt and armored vest back on and take a shift on the boundaries. There his senses would be most useful. Maybe there wouldn't be any casualties tonight. They might even get away with no injuries now that another Jedi was here.

 

[Vakarian]

Task: Objective 2​

Location: Daer, Tygara ​

Allies: [member="Audren Sykes"]​

Enemies: None ​

Post: 5/20​

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Silver, moonlight, orbs of authority stared into pools of sapphire steadily, without comment or response. Coryn shifted uneasily as her eyes bore into his, as if examining his very soul with their latent power, but the feeling soon faded as he was released from whatever hold she had over him when she shifted her eyes from him.

He released an audible sigh of relief and stepped forward hesitantly before she turned on him and inquired, " Padawan, you say?" To which he nodded respectfully and answered in kind, "Yes, my lady."

"Very good then. The people are going to need protection, the sun is setting soon and we have very little in the ways of defense. There is another Padawan, a Sephi, just outside the main camp. He watches the borders for any attack by the Xioquo, you may join him in his watch if you so wish. Otherwise, the people are always in need of healing and from what I understand, you lot are skilled in healing." the Eldorai woman replied kindly. She turned away from him and began discussing their next move with another of the aides within the tent, making it clear that she was finished speaking with Coryn. He didn't take her dismissal to heart, knowing that in times like this, there was always a lack of formality.

Knowing that his business was done with the woman, he left the command tent and began making his way back through the makeshift camp, passing silently through rows and rows of grieving natives of Kaeshana. He felt for them, but he also understood that sometimes things happened because they needed to, and despite all the bad there was always some good to come out of it - call him naive if you'd like, but he held onto that kind of hope. It was his driving force. He passed through the camp with relative ease, only being stopped once or twice by those who had injuries from the initial chaos of the beginning stages of the evacuation.

He could feel the presence of Audren vividly through the force, and he followed the signature to where the Sephi stood eyes forward beyond the boundary. He managed to make his way to his side and withdrew the Valkyri sword that he had kept from the Battle of Fafnersvik, where they had fought the undead. Audren had been there as well, and he had held his own in the fight with the Silver, so Coryn had no doubts that with him there, they'd be able to survive the night and perhaps even escape without incident.

 

[Vaena Askari]

Royal palace, Santaissa, Kaeshana.
[member="Cora Passek"]

Despite her Iron Lady exterior internally Tarissa was nervous when Cora suddenly found the bomb and began playing with wires. However, it would obviously not be appropriate to show that! If Cora failed, the bomb went off and she was torn to bits, then it would happen because it was the will of the Goddess.


Finally the bomb was disarmed and Tarissa let out the breath she had been unconsciously holding. "I see you have plenty of expertise regarding bombs. I suppose if I should ever find myself in need of one, I shall ask you," she said very, very dryly. Yes, Cora was definitely going to be interrogated about this.


"See, I told you we'd be perfectly fine," she said smugly to her staff. "This bomb must've been planted recently. I want a list of everyone who left this room within the past twenty minutes. Detain them, question them. Find the Cennobite and detain her as well." Guilty until proven innocent? Who needed that sort of nonsense? As her minions went to work, Tarissa walked over to Cora. "Thank you, dear. It was truly providential that you were here at this time," she said in a strangely nice tone, running a hand through the human's lovely blonde hair.

 

[Cora Passek]

Royal palace, Santaissa, Kaeshana

Cora looked a little nervously to Tarissa. "Yeah ...." Somehow, she expected there to be some issues to come out of this. It was an odd skillset for sure. One that never failed to get her in trouble. In this case it saved their lives, but trouble was still bound to come from it. Maybe next time, I'll leave the snarky commentary out. Then again, it's doubtful they would have trusted me to disarm it, had I not. A sigh fell from her lips as she rested her head in her hands for a moment.

In the background she heard the noble talking to her staff, setting out orders to find who had left the bomb behind. What she didn't expect was the touch from Tarissa. Lifting her head from her hands, she found herself leaning into the Eldorai's hand. "Not a problem, just glad I was here. Not sure many folks would have known what to do with it, aside from me." She said with a shrug. "Hope you find who did it, quickly."

Even Cora did wonder about how that had played out. On a whim Tarissa asked her here, since she had been blessed and perhaps was a lucky charm, and then this? It was a bit odd, not that she could complain about it. They were all alive now, because Cora had been here in this very moment. If that wasn't some form of divine intervention, the blonde didn't know what was.

[member="Tarissa Cadalthor"]

 

[Vaena Askari]

Royal palace, Santaissa, Kaeshana
[member="Cora Passek"], [member="Tegaea Alcori"]


For just a moment Cora had Tarissa's complete attention as she fondly stroked the woman's hair. Yep, the blonde would be getting lots of attention. "Clearly she sent you here for a reason. You shall be rewarded of course. Thoroughly. There is much work to be done, but come to my quarters later." The tone was sweet, but it was clearly not a request because that was not the way Tarissa rolled. She expected people to do as she told them. Then she planted a kiss on the human's lips.


Outside there was a bit of commotion, then the Cennobite was dragged into the room by an Angelii. She was cuffed, wore a collar and looked quite pissed. Also a bit bruised since it seemed she had put up a fight. "How dare you? This is just a blatant power grab, a travesty of justice. When the Queen hears of is...," she all but yelled in anger.


"She shall hear about how a vile terrorist plot almost blew us all up in the hour of Kaeshana's greatest need. You will be interrogated thoroughly...if you have nothing to hide...you will go free. If you lie, your punishment will be swift," Tarissa said icily.


"We still have laws, in case you have forgotten that, Tarissa. I have a right to a trial by my peers. No cleric can be arrested without their consent. You probably placed the bomb there yourself."


"We found these in her quarters, Lady," one guard said, passing over a few silver tickets to the aristocrat, who narrowed her eyes.


"Hoarding tickets to no doubt sell them to the highest bidder? A disgrace for the Church. Take her away. Question her, break her in. If you cooperate, I may be so inclined not to leave you hanging from a lamp-post outside when the rocks fall. Hearings are suspended, take her away." The Cennobite's curses were drowned out when a guard stuffed a gag into her mouth, then dragged her away. She gestured to one of the comms officers. "Contact the Barsen'Thor. Ask Countess Alcori about the state of the asteroid."

 

[Tegaea Alcori]

[member="Tarissa Cadalthor"]
The Barsen’Thor begun its trek back towards the rendezvous point as the asteroid disappeared off the scopes. A mini hyperspace jump was out of the question, and all other ships were being used for transport. There was nothing else to be done.

“Lady Alcori, it’s Lady Cadalthor again.”

Tegaea took up the comm. “Tarissa, Tegaea here. We’ve done all we can with it. Our latest scans indicate the asteroid has been reduced to 4.9km in size. Whilst it’s not comforting that it will still hit, the deviation and reduction in mass does lessen the impact. Continue the evacuation as before. Thank you.”

She felt bad that she was safe up here whilst below…. Reducing the size by 75% sounded great on paper, but that merely meant it was merely devastating rather than extinction level. The Eldorai would still have to go, but there would still be some to rescue after the impact.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Maelion Liates"]


The entire town of Marcores had been depopulated. Every single inhabitant had been loaded onto an Archangel vessel and was bound for processing. To be sure, the process had not been entirely voluntarily, but that was irrelevant. The elves would give their consent after they had been liberated from their organic existence and upgraded into superior machines.


Across the entire planet similar harvesting operations had come to a close. The Harvesters and mechanical wasps had proved their worth. The captives, along with any weapons and tech Archangel had acquired, were loaded into freighters waiting for them in space. Given all the traffic going on there, it was no surprise that the Eldorai and Firemane ships missed them. All in all, 10, 000 Eldorai would be processed.


Droid probes had picked up on the fact that the asteroid had been significantly reduced by Firemane's and the Sanctum's efforts. Projections indicated the collision would still be devastating, but not wholly apocalyptic. Nuclear winter would not bother machines. This meant that Archangel would return to continue its work to enlighten the natives...but for now the small fleet jumped to hyperspace, leaving behind a small group of agents who would continue spreading the gospel of the Age of Steel.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective: Look after the healer. Fight off the witch! At the mercy of the Sio's writer.
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

"Get them out of here!", she yelled again over her shoulder, to the healer. From the darkness emerges a sorceresses, the dark side oozing from the woman, Abaigeal felt the familiar pull. She turned toward her, only seconds before fire issued from her fingertips. "Alright you b*tch, lets do this", she spoke softly more to herself (Abaigeal's comment is NOT directed at Sio's writer. )

There was no time to focus on telekinesis nor would a saber be able to be used against such a weapon as the flames reached her, Abaigeal felt the lick of them against her skin. She summon the force, and with the natural instinct of self preservation, erected a force barrier about her body. But the pain of the flames caused her to grit her teeth, but the barrier held for the moment, she could see them wrapping around her but not touching. Her Sith blood called to the summon of pain and she is anger now, the pull of the dark side seducing her and with each moment passing the barrier grew stronger.

With eyes narrowed, Abaigeal walked toward the sorceresses, her intentions not honourable a lust for killing in her blood. No. Not this way.

The fight of her purpose, her blood and the teaching of her mother at odds with one another in her mind. It made her begin to loose concentration and the barrier began to falter. Her arm extended palm held forward and directed toward the witch and from it came a push to send her flying backward, it was enough to stop the flames. Running now, Abaigeal began to close ground on the witch with the intention of removing her head.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective: Be diplomatic. Keep her temper. Massive fail.

With each passing moment, Coci devised a plan, it was simple. Remove the leader. "Commander, I want you to keep them talking, stall as much as you can. I am going in". Without any further instruction Coci left the main door for the side entrance. Placed there are more rangers on alert and waiting for the signal to engage. Inside the cargo bay, the people are frightened, easy enough to sense, and growing more so by the minute, if something was not done soon, they would panic and would die.

Her fingers pressed the control panel, keying in the code to open the door but she waited until the terrorists attention was on the commander before she would open it. Only moments later and voices of the leader was heard issuing his demands. None of the terrorists heard or saw the side door and close. Coci was not visible, force concealment wrapping around her as she moved through the bay.

"This ship is to turn around but to Kaeshana or I start to kill them one by one", the leader barked. The scream of a young girl echoed through the bay as the leader pulled her up and placed the barrel of the blaster to the side of her head. His arm tightening around her neck. As Coci moved toward him, one of the other terrorists stepped in her way, she stopped undeteched but reached out with her hands, one over his his mouth the other to the side of his head and with the force in her arms, she snapped his neck and pulled his lifeless body to her's and lowered him to the ground slowly. No noise.

She is now only a meter from the leader. The Commander doing his best to stall the talks, but the leader is going impatient and not in the mood to negotiate. His finger squeezed on the trigger, but did not engage. Coci now standing behind him, grabbed his hand holding the blaster and with her strength she moved the barrel to his temple and squeezed the trigger.

Coci let the body of the leader fall to the floor, the rest of his group confused as to why he just took his own life. The Rangers entered with the command of the Commander and within moments the situation was nullified.

"ETA to Tygara?", Coci asked the bridge through her comlink. "One hour Master Heavenshield".

"Excellent".

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Valiens Nantaris"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Abaigeal E'ron"]

((Botting NPC for duel))


Ouch. The Xioquo sorceress felt the surge of the Force building up and called on her own power to conjure up a protective barrier, grounding herself. Alas, it was insufficient to keep the telekinetic push from slamming into her like an invisible hammer and send her flying backwards as she was toppled over by the sheer force of the blow, though it did cushion her fall a bit. Alas, her armour was not that great, and so presumably a rib had been broken. Momentarily the wind had been knocked out of her.


The strange alien was charging her. The sorceress could sense the fever, the rage, the lust to kill emanating from her, though for some reason it seemed the alien was trying to restrain herself. With a curse on her lips the dark elf jumped to her feet and drew upon her power. Force imbued blade was in hand, angled in a defensive posture, but rather than use it she exerted her willpower upon the hilt of the strange energy blade the alien was carrying. The fingers of her free hand clenched, and then suddenly the hilt would burn red hot, to a point where hopefully the alien would be forced to drop it.


However, the effect would not be long-lasting, but then it was a distraction. Eyes ablaze with fury as she called upon the power of the Goddess, she pulled upon the strands of power and, to put it simply, manipulated the temperature of the alien's blood to a point where it should start boiling. Such was the power of pyromancy, though unbeknownst to the sorceress Aba would be familiar with at least some of these tricks from her time with Elpsis. Equally the sorceress would also be unaware that angering the little human might not be a good idea!

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

12/20

Healing wounded with [member="Abaigeal E'ron"]

Focusing through the crystal his master gave him, the padawan willed the Force to heed his need. He felt the energy surging, shifting, and flowing. It did not take long before the visual he saw in his minds eye of the victims wound regenerating came to be in the real. He managed to turn off his concern for what was going on behind him, as [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] handled whatever was coming. One after another, through his strong connection with the Force, his masters training, and the focusing crystal she lent him, Ryn was able to at least get the wounded into a state in which movement was a possibility.

It was at this time he turned to witness the duel between the other apprentice and a native. A Force User it seemed. He desired to stay and lend his blades to the fight, but he knew better. Turning to the refugees he gestured for them to rise and move. "Run! Flee! We need to be someplace other than here! Now!" He bade, motioning emphatically for them to move with purpose. He tried to guide them the best he could, focusing on the flows of the Force in and around him, hoping it would guide him and the refugees to safety. Once they were safe, perhaps then he could return to aid Aba in her fight, or at least heal her should she prove victorious in his absence!

 

[Cathbodua]

Medical ship

The different things were there now as she was moving behind some of the refugee's with her medical bag showing a small look on her face until they were outside and she held a hand up. Following the force to find and track her padawan in case he needed help along with the others that were there. She'd have to work fast though as the one child came up hugging her leg in a display she did not fully understand. "You are welcome, not let go this emotion is unbecoming for a child.... or tiny person if you are older then I thought."

 

[Elayne Saedaris]

Elayne only had a fraction of a second to check the severity of her wound as Kaida appeared from thin air. The redhead seemed a bit shocked to see the blonde Eldorai, her superior. After all, it wasn't like Elayne had told anyone where she was going. Which in retrospect, was not a wise move. At the least she should have grabbed someone to come with her. Nonetheless there was no time to ponder such things.

While Kaida was busy with the other two, the ground in front of Elayne started to shift and move, gaining fluid aspects as water mixed with soil. This was what the redhead had expected from the moment she shoved Míresil into the ground. The woman after all was far more intelligent than Elayne wanted to give her credit for, and Míresil wasn't the type to panic either. Traits that made her an annoying and difficult opponent.

A fraction of a second later the former Angelii burst from the ground slinging mud everywhere. Elayne's bolter was gone. Most likely lost in the mud that flew everywhere. In this instant, the redhead was running low on options but there was at least one thing she had left. Her opponent was still wearing a lovely set of armor. Metal that was magnetic was always easily toyed with by someone of Elayne's particular talents.

Reaching out into the infinite web of power that was the Force, Elayne pulled hard as she drew together a powerful magnetic field and focused it around Míresil's helmet and throat. The grinding and twisting of metal easily heard echoing through the alleyway as the redhead began to crush the helmet. Screams were heard, but soon silenced as the woman ran out of air, before her head and neck were ultimately crushed. Letting go, Elayne let Míresil's body drop to the muddy ground with a heavy thud.

Behind her, Elayne heard a gasp for air. The electromancer she'd taken care of earlier seemed to have survived. Limping slowly, the redhead walked to her former bunkmate and knelt down beside her. The life was quickly fading from the woman, that much Elayne knew. She saw no reason to allow her to further suffer. Drawing a simple dagger from her boot without the slightest hint of emotion, she quickly slit the woman's throat, ending her life there.

Now Elayne knew it was recovery time. She was hurt badly. Kaida was hurt just as bad if not worse. They both needed urgent medical attention. Rising to her feet, she walked back over to Kaida and offered a hand to help her up. "We should get back now. The traitors here are all dead." She said coldly, not even the slightest hint of snark, happiness or the normal bouncy Elayne. There simply was nothing good about this situation, nothing to smile about. It would be a long time before these events faded from her mind.

[member="Kaida Taldir"] | [member="Nima Tann"]

 

[Cora Passek]

Cora closed her eyes, relaxing more into the woman's touch. As she spoke, the blonde glanced up to her curiously. It wasn't often that a woman was so forward with her. Then again, maybe she just needed to pay attention. The kiss took her by surprise. It took her a second to respond at all, before she gently returned the kiss. Clearly she was going to have to stop by the Noble's room later, once everything was over.

Cora turned to watch as the Priestess was brought into the room, making quite the fuss. Her attention was soon drawn to the tickets in the guard's hands. There were people who needed those, and if Cora could help it she was going to put them in the right hands.

Cora rose to her feet and stepped over to Tarissa. "Lady Cadalthor, if I may .... those tickets ... Do you think I could have them to give away to the people who need them most? Who wouldn't stand a chance of getting one without this series of events to aid them... " She asked quietly. Her mind already drifting to the woman she had saved earlier in the day. "There are sick and injured within the palace alone, that aren't fortunate enough to get one. People I believe, that don't need their suffering compounded by such a tragedy."

[member="Tarissa Cadalthor"]

 

[Vaena Askari]

[member="Cora Passek"]


Alas, Tarissa was distracted from making out with the beautiful blonde angel because [member="Tegaea Alcori"] replied. The Eldorai aristocrat withdrew her hand. "Understood. Thank you for your assistance. We shall carry on. Kaeshana will endure," then she cut the connection. Reducing the asteroid by 75% was a massive achievement, but it did not change the fact that Kaeshana would be devastated. All their projections indicated that the asteroid would either hit the planet close to Santaissa or, in the worst case, right inside it. The destruction would be epic, in all likelihood there would be floods, nuclear winter would set in.


"I want all non-essential staff on their ships by tonight. Intensify evacuation efforts. I want a plan drawn up to maintain continuity of government, law and order post-collision, communications. I will be making a broadcast later. Instruct the people to seek out the emergency shelters if they cannot get off planet" The Eldorai had been expecting that the asteroid collision would be the end of their world, so most of their efforts had been geared towards fleeing rather than preparing for the possibility that some on Kaeshana might survive. However, they did have some underground shelters from the old days, but much would have to be improvised.


She turned her eyes back to Cora and gave her a tired smile. Such a sweet angel. "Your request is granted, take the tickets and give them to them. They probably deserve them more than the parasitical leeches infesting our peerage." No, Tarissa did not like most of her fellow nobles. Well, actually she barely liked anyone, though she had decided to keep Cora close to her.

 

[Eyrecae Alzari]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"]

Eyrecae grinned. Sadly in this universe she wasn’t able to fang-smile.
“Effective. Alright, Lady High Countess Executor, we’ll play it your way!” Nodding to Freya, she set off, gathering a squad of Firemane and Qadiri troops along the way. As in previous battles, Eyrecae understood the concept of a ‘fair fight’, but didn’t subscribe to it. She would however spare any of the Xioquo who surrendered, so that was progress!

Into the tunnels she went, and whilst Freya worked her way up, Eyrecae worked her way down. By now word had spread of the silver armoured demon who couldn’t be killed and the aliens armed with space weapons. The wise Xioquo, usually the ordinary footsoldiers, surrendered en masse to the oncoming forces. Eyrecae had the Qadiri guard them, grabbing a translator module so she could pointedly order them not to hurt the prisoners.

A few of the Priestesses and officers stood their ground. Some lurked in the shadows and launched suicidal death charges at the group. One of them charged at Eyrecae with such speed that when her hammer connected with the Xioquo’s chest it flipped the body over and flopped to the ground. It wasn’t long before the lower level had been accounted for…that is except for the prisons.

“You two, come with me. Keep the others back,” she ordered the Firemane troops. She didn’t want any random firing hitting the captives.
The cell block below was filled with captives from raids. There were mostly Qadiri, but also some Vashyada. Immediately there was a reaction on seeing her imposing silver armour covered in blood. Some clamoured, others cried out, all was noise and panic.
“Silence!” Eyrecae bellowed, the translator spitting out a dual translation. “We are enemies of the Xioquo and you will be freed, but you will follow our orders. You will exit this area without speaking and form into groups of ten. You will then be taken to the surface, your homes discovered and you will be repatriated.”
She went to the first cell door and smashed the lock with a single blow of her hammer. Terrified but obedient, the slaves filed out. She did that to the other five full cells and let the prisoners out.

She was about to leave, thinking the last cell was empty, but she heard a clink and rattle of chains. Turning back she saw there was a single Xioquo in the cell, chained to the floor. By the looks of it she’d been beaten up quite badly, clearly a prisoner.
Eyrecae walked over and smashed the door open, making the prisoner start up, looking up in fear.
“I’m not here to hurt you,” Eyrecae said, fiddling with the translator. A Xioquo dictionary had been created to speak to their enemies and prisoners, but Eyrecae didn’t have it programmed on hers.
“This is a relief, because there is little I could do if you were,” the Xioquo replied tiredly in Qadiri.
“You are a prisoner?”
Surprisingly there was no snide comment. The Xioquo just nodded. “Your raid occurred at a fortuitous time. A ship had been dispatched from Tlaxqui to take me back there for execution.”
“What was your crime?”
“My older sister betrayed me and tried to slay me. I took her life and escaped, but I had to come here for provisions. I was hoping I might be able to deceive them, but alas they had received news faster.” She looked up at Eyrecae, no longer afraid, but steady, almost grim. “Are you going to kill me?”
Eyrecae shook her head. “You’re not a threat, and clearly you’re an enemy of my enemy. I’d advise you against trying anything though when I take you to Countess Kerrigan.”
“The red-maned skyperson? We know of her. My kin have reported that she destroyed our entire fleet. We call her ‘Karishzar’ – The Destroyer.”
“Don’t tell her that, it’ll only make her more smug. Besides, I was at that battle too!”
“Yes, we know of you, ‘Eioqae’ – The Banshee.”
“I can see we’re going to get on well,” Eyrecae declared. She rather liked being called the Banshee. “What’s your name?”
“Lia.”
“Well come, let’s get you presented to the boss.” She activated her comm. “Siobhan, got a Xioquo prisoner down here, bringing her up. She might be useful.”
With two sweeps of her hammer the rivets on the floor were broken, allowing the Xioquo to stand.
“We’ll get them off you upstairs. I think my hammer’s a bit imprecise for that.”
Lia eyed the massive bludgeon. “I appreciate it,” she said soberly.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Eyrecae Alzari"]


Siobhan perceived a disturbances in the Force while she made her way through the caves. It felt like yet another mistress was lusting after [member="Cora Passek"], her lovely slave-pet. At the rate this was going, the blonde would not know what to do with all the attention!


Regardless, The Firemane girls - yes, the company did actually hire men, but Siobhan was sexist and expected them to deal with it! - and Eyrecae had efficiently slaughtered those Xioquo foolish enough to resist the whirlwind. So they were quite literally blown away. One Xioquo Priestess, hiding in the shadows, tried to use her power to conjure up a powerful magnetic field around Siobhan's throat and helmet, seeking to make it crumple, choke and suffocate her.


Alas, beskar was rather difficult to manipulate, unless you were very advanced. Siobhan felt the walls closing in on her as the twisting and grinding of metal was felt, breathing becoming more difficult, then in a fit of rage she simply crushed the woman's heart with absurd telekinetic power. Verily, it was a messy way to die. Then there was silence, Firemane troops were leading out the slaves. Fear, hope and pain all radiated from the poor souls in waves, the bruises and scars were all too evident. "Understood," she replied laconically to Eyrecae. "Good work."


Siobhan's jaw tightened at the sight. Through her power, their chains were broken and clattered to the ground. Any Xioquo priestess or noble who survived this day would not have a pleasant fate. She was against murdering common soldiers or civilians in cold blood, but she had no qualms about inflicting poetic justice on the local tyrants or giving them to Mirien to play with. However, her eyes fell upon one slave in particular, the one Eyrecae was bringing up. Siobhan reached out with her powers to scan her and her Force Signature, though suppressed, felt...different. "That's the girl? What's your name and why were you imprisoned?" she asked when they had reached her.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Ryn'Dhal"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Objective: Stop from turning into the Hulk.

She heard the yell from Ryn'Dhal, the wounded that could walk escaped, others had to be transport out as best the medivac team could do. They are training in the field of combat and administer aid under very trying conditions, the medical team are also trained in combat if the need arose for them to put down their medikits and fight. However, Abaigeal continued to walk toward the witch.

The woman managed to crawl to her feet, at the same time Abaigeal felt the darkness enter her blood. It was hot, burning her from the inside and her body relished it. So this is what Elpsis does! oh those poor bastards. She remembered the times with her friend and how she had to use this technique to get them both out of a tricky situation. As Abaigeal's blood grew hotter .. her eyes changed and began to glow red, her Sith blood pumping through her body and strengthening her limbs and focusing the mind, a snarl formed on her lips as she raised her hand, never taking her eyes off the woman but above her the ceiling of the cave is fragile and Abaigeal released a directed wave of the force directly to the weakest point. As the rocks began to fall, her mind focused on them controlling their fall until they gathers over the woman, moving them in place, Abaigeal released her force hold on them and simply allowed gravity to do the rest.

She stood watching the rocks fall and crush the witch, her saber hanging loose by her side singling the dirt floor of the cave. As the witch's life seeped from her broken body, Abaigeal felt the fire in her blood lessen. Her eyes eventually returned to their usual colour and only now did she breath once more.

"You ready for a fight Padawan Ryn'Dhal?", she said turning back to him, "We still have work to do".

 

[Nima Tann]

The battle was over, the battleground were full of burnt, frozen... or cut bodies and the smell of the air was mixed with the blood as she made her way towards the commander who looked wounded yet alive, to give her reports and share information about another possible attacks that could happen. The bloodshed maybe went too far, and as a Jedi, Nima was indeed disturbed because of it, yet she could understand why they chose to kill the traitors. They attacked to the innocents, attacked the ones who tried to save them, and manipulated the people who just wanted their families' safety. They didn't have super powers, they weren't killers. They were just confused. Who knows, maybe she would be in the same situation. To protect family, people would do things that they would regret sometimes. As she arrived, she saw the commander and one of the... soldiers, maybe... talking with each other, looking at the battleground full of bodies. And... there was satisfaction in their faces.

"I think... we can continue extracting people with all this finished." She said, instead of them, there were an expression on her face that was happy that all this confrontation was done, yet she had the feeling that wasn't the end yet. It was the time to reveal something she knew that would cause some more problems. But as a Jedi, she had to try. "There are wounded still... in the airport. The ones who were just scared from all this and took their weapons just to protect their families." Then she dropped the bomb, taking a huge breath. "They didn't attack me because they wanted to, they attacked me because they were manipulated to think you were the bad guys. I didn't kill them because they weren't your average villains. I request healers for their wounds." Ice slowly appeared from afar, blood could be seen around his mouth. "Here you go, boy." She whispered petting the wolf's head and she was happy that he was alive and well.

The thing she was asking was a long shot, of course, and she knew that they weren't going to be persuaded that easily. But she saw the look in the little girl's eyes, she saw the reaction of losing a loved one that was familiar to her for some reason, yet a headache hit like something was trying to get out of her head. She was going to do her best to prevent the situation from happening, and seeing the battleground, there was no good fate for the ones who attacked them today, unless the Master Jedi did something about it.

[member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Elayne Saedaris"]

 

[Kaida Taldir]

[member="Nima Tann"], [member="Elayne Saedaris"],


Unfortunately for Nima, Kaida was not in the least sympathetic to her well-intentioned plea. Rather there was a scowl on her face. She was tired, badly beaten, battered and in a great deal of pain. Moreover, she had trouble breathing, since one of her lungs was a mess. Healers were rushing to her and Elayne to put them on stretchers. Nor did she care about the loved ones of terrorists. "You have no fething clue, Jedi. You know what these traitors did? Attack a convoy full of civilians, children," she snapped at her. Never mind the fact that many of the attackers did have superpowers. Such as the ones Elayne and Kaida had just killed. People the two Angelii had served under and with since they were in the same unit.


"They betrayed their oath and turned on their own people. People they were sworn to protect. When an asteroid is about to torch the planet." This was probably the first time, in a long time Kaida had been visibly angry. Jedi law had no power on Kaeshana. "You want me to waste precious resources on healing that scum? What else, cargo space in our evacuation ships? They will die anyway when the rock hits." More of her Angelii had arrived, securing the area. Most of the rebels had fought to the death, but some had been captured and they were now being put up against the wall.


She gestured to one of her minions. "Host Leader, shoot them." Guns were raised as the soldiers took aim, then the sharp crack of bolters echoed across the street as the few prisoners were mowed down. Not a single one of them survived. Then there was silence, the battle was over. "Med-evac our wounded," Kaida said tiredly, as consciousness began to slip from her.