Annihilation Final Eclipse | GA Annihilation of Exegol

[Verin]

Cordé Sabo

It should have hurt.

It didn't.

Even as the sharp edge cleaved into her wrist Verin couldn't feel anything. Not over the waves of pain roiling through her. That was bad news, but Verin didn't say anything about it. There was no need to worry Cordé even more. The poor girl seemed entirely out of sorts. Understandable. Had she really been through something like this before?

Not just death. But the physical touch of blood sticking to your hands and peering down at someone you had shared beers and other chit with just a while ago.

Much harder to be impersonal in that context.

"Good stuff... yar doing great, C." Verin hissed between clenched teeth as she watched the syringe coming out. It was her last resort. Something that would rip open her connection to the Force and pierce straight through the haze that kept the blockade up between herself and the mystical force which had defined so much of her mothers' lives.

She asked where to put it.

Verin was half of mind to make a joke about it, but she had barely any energy left.

"Straight in the neck, babe. Fast... don't have much longer." She couldn't feel her legs and after the syringe left her arm, it flopped useless down against the metal floor.

Maybe it wouldn't work.

The Force wasn't a magical trick all. Maybe it was too late. If that was the case- "Hey..." A soft weak smile. "-we did good, ya? Did our best. Dun' worry too much..."

Eyes closed.

 

[Nyaeli]

Location: Exegol
Attani Implant: Link!
Tag: Capris Halcyon Rhemti Totriddiam

Exegol.

Nyaeli had never visited this ancient Sith world before, but its ties to the Dark Side almost made it feel like home. It gave her strength and called out to her mind in a way no other place had before, and she felt empowered by it. Through her Attani implant, she connected with this dark source and allowed it to flow out into the environment. The Alliance dropships were already coming down, and she'd be ready to meet them.

She was going to break their minds so that even the survivors would leave with scars that could not heal.

"They will be here soon, then you can feast," Nyaeli told the corrupted Voxyn by her side. She had found and claimed the beast on Selvaris, but twisted it to follow each and every one of her commands. Now they stood together between two rows of ancient statues depicting Sith long gone.

She couldn't wait to turn this site into a tomb for Jedi and soldiers alike.

 

[Col'dral Renfro]

Objective: 2

Location: The Forbidden district

Allies: The Empire,

Enemies: Brotherhood The Maw, Galactic Alliance, Sith order

Equipment: in bio

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Col'dral code-named cipher 8 and a squad of imperial intelligence operatives, emerged from their drop pod and began to two-kilometer trek to the city moving stealthily to avoid detection after the better part of a day they reached the outskirts of the city, a three-man team broke off to the deal with holo communication building, Ciper 8 found a sniper nest and took his position and readied his sniper rifle, the rest of the group set out for various ambush sites within the city.

<C> Cipher 8 to all points, get in position and await my command <C>

<c> Eclipse squad copy setting up now. <c>

<c> Rancor squad copy, making our way to the holo-communications center now. <c>

as the others make their way into their position, Col'dral looked through the scope of his sniper scouting the surrounding blocks, searching for the camp where he causes the most damage and disruption to the maw forces in the area. after twenty minuets the coms came alive.

<c> Eclipse squad in position and ready. <c>

<c> Rancor squad in position and set. <c.

<C.> Cipher 8 copy stand by. <C>

Col'dral took aim at a chieftain in camp 3 blocks away at a distance of 634 meters, checking the readout from his Helmets Hud, and making the adjustments on the scope, accounting for wind speed, direction, planetary rotation speed, direction, humidity, temperature, target hight, and bolt drift, dialing in the corrections once he finished the adjustments he slowly squeezed the trigger timing it to synch with the natural pause in breathing, and the trigger pulls right at the natural pause, the weapon goes and the invisible bolt fire and speed towards its target, a few seconds later a burning hole appears in the chieftains head as the bolt finds it mark, and the chieftain falls dead, causing the rest of those in camps to scramble for cover and wonder what killed the chieftain.

<C> Cipher 8 to all points go, go, go <C>

With that, the other teams started to execute their objectives, as the camp where the chieftain had now raised the alarm, and Maw forces were on the move as they moved through the city Eclipse squad hid in the shadow, leaping out and ambushing the maw squad as they made way around the city, inflecting as many maw casualties as they could before quickly fading back into the shadow. As they did this Cipher 8/ Col'dral continued to take out the chieftains, and other officers, with his sniper rifle. causing, panic and disarray in the maw forces as this was going on it gave Rancor squad, the opportunity to move the holo communications build and begin slicing the door to gain access.

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[Kyrel Ren]

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Location: Lightpoint Station, Observation Deck
Allies: Maw
Enemies: Jedi, Sith. Valery Noble Kahlil Noble

Kyrel could hear the voices gnawing at him. These voices constantly spoke to him since he devoured most of Panatha’s inhabitants. Be it just ordinary Epicanthix or the Sith who failed to escape the planet in time all of them lived within the endless abyss that was Kyrel Ren. As he became wedged between the two nobles his burning gaze didn’t leave from Noble. Even as his flesh was weakened and her onslaught didn’t dare let up in the slightest. She was met with fierce resistance as after a couple slices into his strong arms he started to read her movements.

With each strike she would bring would only increase the intensity. Both of his hands on his saber he would do his best to parry her blows in his shambling state, and eagerly would engage her violet blade in a lock. The flash and the sparks between the blades only made him try to press into the lock. Instead of trying to press all of his unholy strength against Valery, he was wary that she would use her vanishing trick on him again. In the last second he would be the one to break the next lock with the crashing thud of his helmet against forehead hopefully to send her stumbling back away from him. Just when he had a moment, and inch to breathe he would follow this with a fist crashing against her cheek, and finally with an open palm sending her flying back slightly away from him with the Force. “I already have… You do not see it yet, but you will… My work will finish here!” He said his tone filled with his conviction but he dare not reveal his true intentions just yet.

He would slowly turn to face Kahlil who surprisingly stood stunned. He could feel the anger and grief rising from the man, and soon a wide smirk graced Kyrel’s lips. “Something wrong?” He asked mockingly with a slight laugh. “Oh, you can hear them too… Epicanthix, Sith… Were they friends of yours? Family that I devoured perhaps? Maybe you would like to join them.” The smirk widened and Kyrel would soon outstretch a clawed hand in and instant and soon Kahlil could hear the voices within the walking corpse grow louder if not into a deafening scream from within as if Kyrel was drawing upon the pain of the souls to fuel his power.

Soon out of his hand came a destructive draining energy that would mix with the screams of the souls within. The beam was targeted straight for Kahlil as Kyrel would try to use the power of the souls he had eaten to feed the dark side to drain Kahlil of his life energy, reduce him to a husk and take his soul. “It will all be over soon.” He said with a mix of mock care and sadistic glee as he tried to take everything from the man and into himself.

 

[Thelma Goth]

Felix Astermo​

Thelma’s eyes were on the piece of debris the monster had picked up, but the Force warned her of danger elsewhere. She leaped out of the way early, hoping to at least avoid one, if not the other.

The result indicated her luck was changing. The husked corpse of the man was left in the space where she had once stood—right in the path of the flung shrapnel. Thelma didn’t dwell on it, though, as she focused on attacking Marrow from the left, charging at him and swinging her lightsaber at his shoulder.

 

[Valery Noble]

Exegol
Lightsaber | Outfit
Battlegroup Kenobi

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"Kahlil!" Valery called out as he stopped and stumbled back a step. Through the dyad between them, Valery could feel what he was going through. She could faintly hear those same whispers that plagued his mind, but her Jedi Shadow training had taught her how to block it all out instinctively. For Kahlil, it wasn't so easy, as these voices seemed far more familiar. Personal, even. The pain that echoed through the bond, and the worry it created, brought her off-balance one split-second too long.

The metal forehead of Kyrel Ren's mask struck Valery in the face as a result, sending her stumbling back while her entire world began to spin. The Force immediately tried to counteract the pain and dizziness she experienced, but another punch struck her cheek, drawing more blood that splattered across the metal ground. It was only at that moment, when her defenses were opened up enough for a potential killing blow, that she snapped back into focus and raised her blade up in front of her to resist the telekinetic surge that followed.

It forced her to slide back several feet anyway, but she was still in control of herself.

Her fiery eyes then turned back to the Wrath, who had now shifted his attention to her husband. Kahlil was still trying to adjust to the voices and fight back, so when a dark beam of corrupted, draining energy was directed his way, Valery wasted not even a second. With Force-augmented speed of her own, she dashed toward Kahlil and jumped up and over the Master of Ren to position herself straight into the path of his attack. Her arms came up in front of her to project another barrier, but unlike the last Force attack, she did not have enough time to properly protect herself.

As the beam connected, Valery was sent flying off her feet with a loud scream of agony, as the Dark Side ripped away at her center of being, and her body slammed into the wall. She fell flat onto her stomach, smoke rising from her flesh, and for several seconds, she didn't move a muscle.

But she was still alive, and the barrier had shielded her enough to keep fighting.

"Love... you have to... fight back..." she said, her voice strained as she pushed herself up to hands and knees despite the pain.

"You can protect them from him"​

Kahlil Noble | Kyrel Ren ​

 

[Nukth Kelga'an]

Final Eclipse
Shadow & Bone​

N. Kelga'an, Banshee-Actual

The Empire Third Sector Defence Forces First Anaxsi Free Brigade -- Second TodHusars Regiment 'Banshee' Company IV Berzingue From Anaxes Ultimate Sprint -- Part II​

Interacting with: Aron Gowrie Eina L'lerim-Vandiir Sayuri Hatoko
878, Donnager II-Class Star Destroyer 'Le Bourlingueur', Exegol's Space

Reaching the surrounding space of the battle, the 'Bourlingueur' was now near the chaos happening on Exegol. «Back in Realspace in five minutes!» an ensign told the Captain and the Lt. Colonel as each officer on the deck busied themself for the arrival that would happen in only a couple of minutes. Nukth turned his gaze towards Space, readying himself for the battle. After seven days of travel, with five days spent trying to make their way within the Unknown Regions, the last cruisers from the Yinchorri Garrison were now able to make contact with their fellow Imperial vessels in Exegol's near space. Having deployed the major part of the Zeta Dropships' squadrons so the first Yinchorri-Anaxsi wave could have reached the rendezvous point on the ground, High Command had informed Captain Kelga'an that he and his Banshees, alongside the Kawas from the Fifth, would be forced to use starfighters as dropships. Nukth had been surprised by the fact that his superiors, such as Vourc'h, had decided to make them use this sort of ship, instead of the classic Imperial drop pods. But it wasn't a first for the now old Captain; almost three decades ago, fighting on Anaxes in his black-painted Imperial gear, the Sieur had faced situations like this one and had learned his job of Hussars by using stolen fighters so Haskler's protégés could drop themselves over their objectives.

But now this time was over for all of them. «Delmas, I want you t'keep the ship goin' as long as possible. The battle for Exegol's gonna be murderous on the ground, but I wanna keep aerial support while I'll be with my Sons within the Citadel. An' several vessels from the Reptiles' fleet have probably been taken down by Alliance's ships, so they'll need somewhere to come back.» the Sieur said, clearly stating who was giving orders to who, even if Delmas was one rank stripe higher than him. His conversation partner couldn't help but nod, accordingly to what the Captain had just said. Showing a clean pair of heels, Kelga'an got back to the deck's door.

«Back in Realspace!
–Commence descent in the atmosphere; ready defence squadrons!»

Stopping himself for a moment before going into the ship's turbolift, the Sieur took a moment to let a quick smirk appear on his face. Reaching the door, putting on his helmet, he let the Lt. Colonel with this last thought, Well done Delmas.

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878, Building No. 730, Near Bridge 9-4-Titan, Exegol

Lieutenant Chaban wasn't the most Anaxsi officer of his rank within the Corps. Born on Ord Lithone, in one of the many systems under Julius Haskler's jurisdiction within the Imperial Territories, his family had reached Yinchorr when he was ten. Joining the TodHusars through the course of the Imperial Academy, he got out at nineteen, as a young 2nd Lieutenant within the Second Regiment of TodHusars, he was now wearing the classic two-striped rank as the designed XO of Fleuret Company. Sent to Exegol so he could lay the groundwork before the second wave's arrival on-site, Chaban's Sappers had dug a wide trench so the Company would get cover if needed. Now one of his squad led an expedition to the nearest bridge in order to plant explosives on it and to cut the Alliance from one of its best ways to evacuate people from the District. Really convinced of the Imperial behaviours, Chaban knew that what they were doing was probably wrong; but something else was at stake right now, and their enemy would understand. Not to mention the fact that there were other bridges on this side of the city.

While everything was going on as usual, the confident Lieutenant received communication through his radio, <:Imperial commanders responsible for Bridge nine-four-titan, please respond, this is Padawan Hatoko of the New Jedi Order.:> His HUD didn't show anything about his interlocutor. But, with the coms down in the region, this was predictable. Understanding by her manners and words that the Padawan was on the other side of the bridge, the Lieutenant liked the idea of discussing but wanted to be sure that he held all the cards.

<:First Squad, this is Chaban speakin' -- make sure that all your explosives are planted on the bridge an' proceed to RTB as soon as possible. Snipers, acquisition on this Padawan. I want data an' images displayed on my HUD within a minute. Over.:>

Receiving Roger that. in reply, Chaban waited thirty seconds before having a triple view of the battlefield from the helmets of his snipers located on the high floors of the building. The Padawan seemed to be alone, so she wasn't actually a danger, but she could become it quickly with all the tricks she knew. Unlike his brothers and sisters from the Order, the woman wore yellow combat armour that the officer hadn't seen on any holodisplay at the Academy. Without notice, the Jedi tried to make contact again, <:Imperial commanders responsible for Bridge nine-four-titan, please respond, this is Padawan Hatoko of the New Jedi Order.:> Receiving confirmations from his Sappers on-site that devices were ready to be fired.

<:Commander Hatoko, this is Lieutenant Chaban speakin', from the TodHusars Corps of Yinchorr -- your so-called Imperial commanders. This bridge is under our jurisdiction right now, an' I've got orders to destroy it. Sorry, ma'am, but you'll have to walk over us if you wanna keep this bridge. I understand th-...:> Suddenly, statics appeared on the radio, probably due to the battle raging all over them. Knowing that the Jedi would take this as a Casus Belli, Chaban turned to his second-in-command, «Make sure everyone's locked an' ready fo' battle. We gonna have t'fight those scumbags. Merde!»

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878, Donnager II-Class Star Destroyer 'Le Bourlingueur', Exegol's Space

«Listen up everyone, time's the essence an' we cannot waste it as if it had no importance. Our objective is the Citadel,» the Sieur declared while showing the holotable in front of him, while Banshees' and Kawas' officers were looking at the hologram, «Remember that the coms seem to be cut with the ground forces right now so it'll likely be the case when it will be our turn to drop in the mud. Proximity radio will probably be usable on-site in a half-a-klick maximum range so keep close to your tactical group. Elements from Kawa Company, First Platoon, will be tasked to establish a long-range relay mast that'll be operational at three hours after landin' at least -- so don't count on it, Hussars. Reptile Brigade and Sappers from the Corps have been managing to make a breach in the doors of the Citadel but we don't have any piece of news from 'em. Anyway, assuming the many units engaged in combats over Exegol, the doors will be broken, Reptiles or not. Their designations have been added to your HUD so if contact is made with 'em, please report it to the highest officer in your zone, and make sure information will reach myself or Captain Zann as soon as possible, got it?... Oh, I almost forgot -- no Zetas t'day. We'll drop from TIE Vectors. G'luck Hussars.»

As officers were taking their last orders, and a quick meal by eating a handful of Warra nuts before putting on their helmets before this ultimate battle for the fate of the whole Galaxy. Usually, Banshees looked somehow different compared to the actual Anaxsi TodHusars; but today they were more hearty with their brothers from Kawa Company than normal. Kelga'an was pretty sure it had to do with the fact that his Sons were now allowed to bear their actual names and not just nicknames found on a battlefield. The major part of the Banshees was still trying to make this become a habit within the troops. With his officers on the case, the Captain knew that it was just a matter of time.

An' they'll be their names a last time. Anaxes, welcome your Sons to your Azure Paradise...!​

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878, District of the Titan, Sith Citadel, Exegol

«Oui, but of course! Lucky the Tuaths are wild enough to keep this scumbag alive at least, huh?»​

«Salopard,» Mar'ann muttered while seeing Marchal running to reach their location, «Lucky you they wanted to keep you alive. They could have made a meat bag o' you!» No one could have thought the Sergeant would have survived this type of explosion, such as no one would have imagined the man would have survived his first battle -- Nirauan's. And now he was there. In the flesh. Ready to be back again into battle, in better form than each and every Sapper under her command. That was the so-unknown Great Tragedy of Marchal the Anaxsi, one that no one would have been talking about because no one wanted to show that this man would overcome all those obstacles on the path he went through.

«Vous vous débarrasserez pas d'moi aussi facilement, bande d'abrutis! (...) I'm leaving with the Major-General.... Helping fortification efforts everywhere I go, it's an urban battle now after all, so it matters little as to how small said fortifications are wherever I end up - I'll fix whatever I find and offer instruction regardless.» Somehow -- and Mar'ann didn't know the 'how' -- the Sergeant had become friends with one of the highest-ranking officers within IMPAF. It seemed that war had the power to bring brothers in arms closer, and even the most unpredictable friendships could be born this way. Twenty knew the man was well-skilled and that all he did was a success after all, but even she had thought that this huge explosion was the last one the Sergeant would have ever seen. Finally, he went out of this one in a blaze of glory.

«And besides, someone needs to build a solid command-centre for them while I put work in elsewhere.... Do I have your permission to proceed, Lieutenant?» Truly amazed, the Lieutenant took a second to think before replying, «Well, you did a good job at Nirauan an' from then on, I don't see why you couldn't help the Major-General with his troops an' barricades. Join him, I've got enough Sappers to hit the road as I want us to for the followin' hours.»

With a little grin behind the mask of his helmet, Twenty let the Sergeant join Gowrie by running, accompanying him for an important mission in order to make the second wave as useful as possible within the battle for the Citadel. Looking at her second-in-command, Mar'ann nodded and then spoke to all her platoon in those words, «Gear you up Saaaappeeeers!» she declared, «Time's the essence now, an' we still have a mission t'do before the Captain's on-site, don't we? So pack your things, an' especially this machine gun 'cause we'll need it! Don't forget your shoes, too.» As she ended her tirade, TIE Fighters passed over their head; but those ones weren't usual starfighters: there were troops on them, Hussars as Twenty could tell. «Saaaaappeeeeeers! KELGA'AN'S ON THE WAY!!!»

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878, Approaching Drop Zone, Exegol's Atmosphere

«Was that Veersov over here?» Milo Holt asked while looking at the ground. Harnessed on the Vector Starfighter's solar panels, the squad of TodHusars that Nukth had followed so he could drop as during the good old days, the Captain turned his gaze to check if his second-in-command wasn't right or not. But he couldn't see a thing in the madness that Exegol had become within the battle's first hours. Fog and mud were here, where ruins and buildings should have been. Of course, it wasn't the first time the Sieur saw how war could shortly ravage a land, but, this time, nothing could be done after the attack would end. Exegol would remain in that state for decades and maybe centuries, unable to support life. In the end, that wasn't a huge case: many planets were remaining in the Galaxy and Exegolians would find another world to live on. For a man who had lost his homeworld thirty years ago, this seemed like he felt during the final fight for the control of Anaxes. Now, Galactic Alliance paid him back in its own coin. More than three decades after Anaxes's events.

«'Can't see a thin'!» the Sieur finally answered, «But it wouldn't shock me if it was the case, actually! Mar'ann loves this place's mood, doesn't she?» Milo allowed himself to giggle quickly as an answer, but the Lieutenant returned to his state of control as fastly as he could. In fact, time was at stake and if the Reptiles weren't able to open the gates, Hussars wouldn't be able to drop into the Citadel. The following minutes would be key for members of the Corps.​

 

[BB-610]

EXEGOL - PHASE II

| LOCATION: The Brotherhood of the Maw's Flagship |
| ALLIES: The Galactic Alliance | Jasper Kai'el |
| ENEMIES: The Brotherhood of the Maw |

"I wanna set this thing on a collision course for that nearby capital ship."

Mindlessly, the droid nodded, not sparing the Jedi's words any thought. It was only seconds later that the realization came crashing down on him, whipping his head around to face Jasper with a loud, synthetic 'what?!' bweeped out. Their positions were already compromised, and right now, BB-610 wanted to simply get out as fast as he possibly could-- preferably without the added stress of navigating a sinking ship set on a collison course. Almost immediately, the astromech protested, shaking his head and rattling off strings of panicked binary, each growing more anxious than the last, only daring to stop as Jasper crouched down to better meet the droid's constricted optic. Slowly, BB-610's voice died down, silenced by the Jedi's reassurance, and as his droidbrain was spared the time to think things through while gazing at the nearby capital ship, it was then that the astromech swallowed his fears and nodded.

Still connected to the data port, BB-610 skimmed through the flagship's controls, accessing them with another manual override, swayed by the muffled thuds and imposing trembles rippling throughout the vessel as more and more ships opened fire. Soon enough, the flagship began to steer ever so slightly to the left, its nose slowly aligned the opposing ship before it, and without any further ado, BB-610 twisted his scomp link and promptly inched the flagship closer and closer, picking up speed until enough momentum was gathered for the droid to relinquish controls to the system's auto-pilot, retracting his scomp link and bweeping hastily at Jasper as he told him that they needed to get out.

Motors kicking into gear, BB-610 rolled forth, speeding past the blast door and throughout the halls the Alliance had fought through. In a matter of seconds, a deafening CLLAASHHHH was heard, rocking the flagship with devastating tremors that shattered glass and rocked the droid to the side, chassis wobbling as he thanked his inability to topple over. A bright explosion of energy, and the resounding roar of fire told them that the ships had met, colliding for a devastating blow, engines exhausted before combusting in blinding flames, cascading throughout the two ships. Their time ticked closer to running out, the acres behind them engulfed in blistering fire that sought to swallow the flagship's interior, the bridge all but destroyed by the time Jasper and BB-610 had made haste throughout the many twists and turns of the ship's corridors. The hangar bay grew closer, partially blocked by shaken debris and shrapnel that forced to slice those unfortunate to get overwhelmed by the flagship's crushed walls.

Just as Jasper had said, there remained a few X-ceptors, currently dormant and barely stable from the frequent quakes along the floors. No time wasted, two of BB-610's grapples were sent flying out, hooking around the starfighter's astromech slot as the droid reeled himself in, cords retracting as he settled into the socket and promptly warmed up the X-ceptor's engines, whirring online as his droidbrain synced to the vessel's navicomputer. Waiting on Jasper, BB-610 focused on powering their engines as best as he could, as they'd need a generous burst of speed in order to escape the flagship's ensuing destruction.

 

[The Manifold]

The Manifold did not notice the attack of the Palatini. Their senses, bolstered by the full attention of every one of the conjoined souls flowing through their conduits, were completely focused on the door before them. Flashes of psychometric readings entered their mind as they interfaced with the device, and they could see fragments of its past. It had been forged on-site, too heavy to move, anchored into the very bedrock of Exegol so that it was all but impossible to breach. It was more than two meters thick, its armored bulk interwoven with powerful security systems designed to defeat any intrusion.

But there was no technology in all the galaxy that a herald of Omni could not eventually subvert.

Deep within the barrier, a thousand different locking mechanisms - redundant failsafes against any attempt to bypass the door - slowly began to bend to The Manifold's will. The locks moved slowly, hesitantly, trying to latch back into place, but the Omni-Drone was insistent. Their power was not so great as it had once been, but it was still formidable. It pushed through Tu'teggacha's defenses with the patient inevitability of a glacier carving a canyon, the unstoppable force proving that this object was not quite immovable. Two minutes. Two minutes, and the Taskmaster's sanctum would be open to Mercy.

All she had to do was survive that long... against the Ebruchi's deadliest servants.

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For a moment, Kallan wasn't sure he could go through this again. He remembered the struggle they had all faced when Mercy had given birth, how close they had come to dying - a fate Mercy herself had been willing, even eager, to accept. He remembered her pain, her exhaustion, how he had given everything he could to support her and it had still almost been too little. He remembered, too, the last moments in his own biological body. He remembered watching Asher fade away, and wondering if he, too, would vanish into the cold blankness of beyond. He didn't want that. He wasn't ready to go. But was he strong enough to help fight?

Keilara took his hand, and everything changed. He felt her strength pour into him, felt the light they both held inside coming together, a beacon to give Mercy the strength she needed to survive this battle. It flowed up out of them, into the imagined sky of the memory world they shared. It still wasn't easy. It still left him feeling strained, as if he had been walking for hours, his energy seeping out of him so that Mercy could use it in her struggle. But with Keilara beside him, reassuring him, the fear faded a little. They were a family now. They were together, and if there was any justice left in this broken galaxy, together they would be enough to end this.

~ I love you too, ~ Kallan said, squeezing her hand. He closed his eyes, holding on, helping as best he could.

Keilara Kala'myr​

 

[Felix e Archion]

F I N A L - E C L I P S E
OBJECTIVE 2 | PHASE 2 | LANDFALL - MEAT GRINDER
LOCATION: ADVANCING [ The Forbidden District ]
ALLIES: IMPERIAL FORCES
FOES: MAWITES - GALACTIC ALLIANCE - NON-IMPERIALS
TAGS: OPEN
1st Post

BOOM...BZ-BZZZ-"MARAUDER-AAH!"!! Was heard as death engulfed the open-air; Galactic Alliance, Eternal Empire, Imperial, a coalition of powers were striking the dark hub of the Brotherhood which was Exegol in an attempt to strangle the draconian threat in one move. Amongst the invasion group was Felix Archion, or ISB-312 who was tasked with 'Search & Destruction' of any Maw-Aligned Elements. As he exited his drop-pod he was met with cramping in his chest, most likely the feeling which was produced by the Planetary Sorcerers.

<<"ISB 312, Lightning-Squad reporting in; Casualities already...About-About-? 3..Units killed via impact. Permission to proceed self granted. Moving on targets.">> Felix said into open-waves for any local units to pick up. His voice soft. Gripping his rifle he began to double-time further into the district though not for long before he converged on Enemy Melee Units who guarded a small outpost.

"SACRIFICES FOR THE BLOOD GOD" was what the enemies yelled in an unspecified local tongue, launching their abnormal tribal spears which whistled through the air, blaster fire being returned.

<<"TANGOS DISPATCHED- Headcount = 5. TK-112 Reporting, Lightning-Squad, request for additional units. Enemy infrastructure ahead.">> The Heavy-Infantry Specialist said in a scrambled voice, priming his rifle before hiding behind a rock awaiting for orders

The Outpost which the marauders guarded emitted a 'horrid' smell, black fog establishing a presence in the air though 312's Helmet filtered it. A Forward Logistics Outpost it seemed. Retreat & rehabilitate was their doctrine, the Maw had the advantage of locality so the invasion force must pick up pace, more sacrifices, more suicide vessels..Soldiers must fall for the battle to be won.

<<"I must say, for vermin & savages, these Marauders understand the Entity of fine work which is an Industrial-Complex. Weapons, ships, sheer will, incredible; however unfortunately they must perish, the bureaucracy orders it. TK-112...Sacrifices must be made, if pinned down...You..Must sacrifice yourself for the greater good.">> Archion said in a falsified hurt tone, TK-112 nodding, his helmet lowered to the ground. The lies rolled off his tongue, if boggled down by Mawites the Agent wouldn't risk death, instead taking advantage of Imperial Radicalism; 'Sacrifice', 'Imperialism', these words was what grunts in the regime died for, and 312 wasn't the average grunt. Maybe he'll get a promotion or medal..The more comrades dead the sadder the story to tell of perseverance.

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

[ BODY ] Storm Recon MK. II Armor
[ PRIMARY WEAPON ] X | LS-1 Light Sniper Rifle
[ SECONDARY WEAPON ] X | SFR-58 'Bozdugan' Blaster Rifle
[ MELEE WEAPON ] X | REC-VKN/01 Vibroknuckler
[ MISC. ] 2x | Generic Thermal Detonator
[ MISC. ] 2x | Sonic Detonator

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[Tu'teggacha]

Location: Secret Prison Facility, Exegol
Tags: Keilara Kala'myr

"Intrusion detected," an alarm blared, shattering the relative quiet of the sanctum.

So Mercy and her ally were trying to force their way in. Tu'teggacha's facial tendrils writhed in agitation, dripping ropes of mucus to the cold stone floor. He was so close to escape now, but his enemies were just as close to taking his head. He was balanced on the razor's edge between victory and death, escaping and losing everything, and he hated that feeling. He had lived his whole life as a balancing act, a life on the margins, with no true loyalty to anyone but himself. That had kept him alive many times, but now it left him alone, nearly unprotected.

The Otherspace gate flickered, began to stabilize. Beyond it, he could see dark, inverted stars.

Out in the hallway, the Palatini worked as a well-honed machine. Mercy wielded a pair of whips, her movements given mechanical precision by her AI companion, and sent each of them out at the guards on her flanks. She tried to wrestle their weapons away, to use the lightsabers of the first two to cut the third one apart... but the Taskmaster's guards were too quick and clever for that. When the whips curled around their saber blades, they simply deactivated the weapons, leaving Mercy's tools with nothing to hold onto. They reactivated them a moment later.

They were three against one, working in perfect sync, and they exploited that advantage. They attacked at the exact same moment, all three lightsabers flashing toward Mercy, trying to cut her apart. The Palatini on her right swung high, toward her shoulder and neck. The one on her left swung low, toward her thigh. And the one in front of her stabbed, trying to pierce her through the torso. Their goal was to drive her back against the sanctum door, leaving her nowhere to maneuver, nowhere to dodge to. If they actually wounded her, even better.

They needed to kill her quickly. The door was already beginning to open at The Manifold's touch.

 

[Brandyn Sal-Soren]

Tag: Escape Jara Cybelle Sal-Soren Darth Wallgof Darth Temerant Briana Sal-Soren Velda Nar-Donna

Brandyn swatted away a few shots at his ankles, before the door rose further and he could see his adversaries. Adversaries that were already starting to retreat across the wide cargo area of the ship. Stepping under the door, isolating from his fellow Jedi, he pursued their assailants until the door on the opposite side closed in front of him.

Senses flared.

Blaster shots burnt through the air, aimed directly at his right shoulder.

The tip of his blade barely swatted the shot away and into the ceiling. He turned to face the attacker.

A sniper? In a ship?

It explained the accuracy of the shot, but it seemed excessive for what was a decently wide space but not exactly open country by any means.

The sniper back-pedaled towards the back of the ship, through the large open door that could separate the two cargo areas if necessary. Brandyn advanced in a job. The crack of ionized gas sounded and Brandyn this time redirected the shot with ease towards the sniper, hitting them in the left shin. They crumpled ground and turned to shoot the controls to the door.

As the door began its slow decent, more shots rang out, each one being deflected with varying degrees of ease. Brandyn thought had become accutely aware that they had received an unexpected, and entirely unwanted guest.

Wallgof.

"Hello children. Seems that we meet again."

"…A friend of yours?"

"We're acquainted."

"You guys keep pushing forward, I'll cover your backside!"

Brandyn didn't need any more motivation to protect the ones he loved most dearly. Images of his friend, Ralia, dead at his feet flashed through his mind. His movements had gone into auto-pilot as scenes replayed in his head, each time with Briana or Cybelle's face replacing that of the Twi'lek Jedi that had died the first time he had encountered Wallgof. And then Briana's experience had left not just mental but physical scars. He would not let this happen again. He was stronger now.

Eyes dropped as he looked down upon the dead sniper, his green blade protruding from the back of the black armour having gone straight through his foe's heart. A moment of concern swept his face. The movements that brought him to this moment were absent from his memory. But the urgency of their situation was not.

"Wallgof!"

The door separating the two large cargo areas had closed behind him. Leaving only the smaller doors to the hallways open to the side, through which he had hoped the Sith would hear his voice calling. He would apologize to Briana for ignoring her instructions later. After Wallgof was dead.

Standing, Brandyn pulled his blade from the chest of the fallen sniper, and began to strafe towards the center of the room, eyes fixed on the doors to the hallway.

"Face me, Wallgof!"

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Forbidden district outskirts, Exegol
Objective: Eliminate the maw
Tag: Tamna Korvan

For years the galactic alliance had fought the maw tooth and nail, receiving heavy casualties and losing friends along the way. Today, their sacrifice was going to be worth it.

Shaking through the atmosphere at an insane speed Silas kept his eyes closed and meditated as defenses below rocked their shuttle violently. There were Jedi and troopers alongside him, each one keeping calm in their own way as they literally nose dived into oblivion. Not all of them were going to get out of this alive, but it was something they needed to do to secure the safety of their people and the galaxy itself. Nothing was more important than this.

Hearing a voice across from him, Silas finally opened his blue eyes to look straight at Jand Talo who wished him congratulations on his recent promotion to a knight. Calmly, Silas smiled at the fellow Jedi and nodded "Thank you, I've come a long way since the fight club" he said sarcastically, knowing he was one of the many who was embarrassed at the event. Soon enough, it will be Jand's turn to finally step in the boots of a knight. After all, he certainly could do it.

Right now though, they all need calm before the storm.

The next time he'd reopen his eyes would be to the sound of explosions and the ramp lowering down to instant blaster fire. Everyone within the shuttle shot into action like a bullet into the battleground of the forbidden district, a conflict that was going to certainly test even the bravest of warriors.

Walking down the ramp after them Silas ignited his lightsaber and casually deflected away blaster fire back in the Maw's direction. He wasn't moving fast yet, but as soon as he measured the situation a calm walk soon turned into a frightening sprint straight at the enemy troops. Going to the far right the alliance soldiers suppressed them while he closed in. Before long, Silas had already closed the gap and sliced down a collection of grunts who were oblivious to his position.

Silas wiped some blood away from his face and looked into the far distance. He could sense something strange in the force, different from everything else he had faced so far. One thing was for sure though, they certainly weren't friendly. To the left, a group of Maw tried to take him by surprise and mow him down with their blasters. However, they were not going to get far. Turning his body to raise a hand, he stopped the blaster shots in their tracks and threw them right back. All of the brutes fell to the floor with smoke raising from their bodies, along with the others he had left in his wake.

One maw at a time, they were getting closer to their goal of the citadel.
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[Darth Temerant]

TAGS: Velda Nar-Donna Brandyn Sal-Soren Briana Sal-Soren Cybelle Sal-Soren Darth Wallgof
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Wearing: See above
Equiment: Lightsaber, RSKF-44 Heavy Blaster, Personal Armour, Ion grenade, Thermal detonator
Location: Maw Freighter, outside the cockpit


Temerant grunted as she returned for a counter-attack, watching her body language as she approached to prepare a response: he was no Echani, but that did not mean countless hours of training and who knew how many more of real combat experience did not allow him a little insight. He side-stepped to parry her right-hand's lightsaber from beneath in a classic Niman stance, making use of his power and speed to force it towards her other swing in an attempt to throw her balance off.

What followed was a series of brutally precise strikes, surgical ferocity matching her erratic grace as they danced, the dim lightning providing for a grim yet beautiful scenery as the crimson flashed at breakneck speeds.

"Suit. Status," he growled between blows.

X3's voice came through, if lacking any of its characteristic liveliness, clearly, a prerecorded message which, funnily enough, made it sound far more robotic. "Systems rebooting. Progress at forty five percent."

Not fast enough. Unlike her. Weren't she trying to kill him, he would be marvelling at her rhythm and control. He recognized her style as Juyo, naturally, yet her use of Form VII was remarkably polished and focused, leaving little in the way of an opening for him, the man's aggression serving as much as a means of defense as it did attack. His own styles seemed extremely ecclectic, with Niman's catch-all foundation serving as a platform for elements of the others. A series of powerful Djem-So strikes opened him up for a swift, Makashi riposte, the man force vaulting out of the way as she expertly countered and made use of her two blades to pressure him, his Ataru strike falling flat as he was subsequently forced to adopt elements of Soresu's defensive style.

But Juyo was a style that relied on one's emotions, and perhaps he could use that to gain the upper hand. Dun-Möch was in order.

"Not bad," he grunted between parries. "So you do practice something other than your little speeches. But you're still not at my level, girl," he appealed to her pride. In truth, his own analysis and ego suggested he edged her out in experience, if nothing else, but he had learned long ago that viewing a deadly opponent as anything but exceptional was a fine way to get oneself killed. And if her little lightning trick was anything to go by, she was far too crafty to underestimate. But again... There was no reason he couldn't suggest otherwise, his mind working at a thousand miles an hour. "I see some fine tutoring in the way you move. Hrn!" Too close. "And judging by your quaint threats, I must assume you're not one not to get your way... Must be nice," he remarked as he lowered his head to narrowly avoid a lethal swing. "Having everything handed to you in a silver platter," he taunted. It was a gamble, but one that he hoped distracted her enough to disguise his intentions.

He positioned himself to block, yet he very much intended to hurt her. He brought his lightsaber just above his shoulder, blade facing almost vertically downwards, yet at a slight angle, even as he positioned himself laterally . An unorthodox Soresu stance, perhaps, or maybe a mistake? He certainly wished for her to interpret it as such as he readied to block the blow... Only to activate the lightsaber's dual-phase functionality upon attempting to tank it, aiming to hit her forward leg.

 

[Jem Fossk]

EXEGOL | FORBIDDEN DISTRICT | THE GATES​

Jem stood rigid, a pillar of steel amongst the flexible bend of the jedi hive mind. She found it hard to let it do more than brush against her. She rationalized it was because of her father. It was just a sensitive enough topic that no one pressed it.

Jem lied to herself and to everyone around, each glance from Ishida pulling a forced smile to her lips. Her posture screamed of confidence. Her slow breaths indicated she was calm. Yet deep inside her heart raced, weighed down by a truth that she kept to herself.

She could feel him down there. Her father. Whatever link they had shared during the force storm had not been shattered by her betrayal. Darth Solipsis lived through her.

So she blocked the hivemind out.

Jem barely managed a grimace at Ishida's jaunt, half present and a million miles away as the door opened to the planet that had been her personal hell for near half a year.

"If I do this right?" She finally answered, her fingers thumbing a golden saber to life. "Both."

She should say more to Ishida. Thank her-- encourage her-- go with her. She did none of it. She took off and skirted around the edge of the building conflict, leaving Strike Team Windu , and her friend, where they stood.

She knew what she needed to do.

Ishida Ashina

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"What do you know of fear? Of the cold? Of the dark?"

He kept advancing, pushing her back up against the watchtower; adorned with the bodies of its defenders, abandoned by those that killed them. Her words barely seemed to phase Him, as though He wasn't even listening to her. Yet, all the while, His gaze never wavered, never deviated, from bearing straight down on her. His crackling blade wreathed His monstrous form in fiery light, joined only by the infrequent flashed of lightning that snaked through the dusty air.

"I seek not your fear, nor your anger, nor your righteousness. Not even your death is my aim." The Jedi responded by carving a chunk of the tower at her back, sending the wedge hurtling towards the Dark Lord like a missile. His blade moved, nightmarishly quick, and cut the wedge cleanly in two. Both halves careened away on either side of the Dark Lord, tumbling across the ground before either gradually coming to a rest or hitting something that stopped it. Smoke fizzled up from where the plasmatic blade cut through it, the molten shear already fading to a subtle smolder.

His blade slowly dipped down back to His side, the Dark Lord deigning not to advance as the tower creaked and groaned; ready to tumble. He never paid it any attention, always looking towards the Jedi; nothing else concerned Him. But, for the first time, His gaze shifted to look at the Sith Citadel. "In there resides a woman, one who has seen the end of her path. She knows its ending, knows that it will kill her. But she walks this path nonetheless, certain."

The Dark Lord's head swiveled back to face the Jedi, "What do the Jedi know of such conviction?"

Ala Quin​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Exegol, Phase 2
Allies: BB-610 , Minerva Fhirdiad , Calix of Thyrsus, Galactic Alliance

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Bee protested at first, which was reasonable, but the little astromech soon calmed down. Before long, he had agreed to help Jasper, setting the capital ship's course through the scomp link connection he had maintained. As the droid worked, a warm smile spread across his face. It hadn't taken Bee very much time at all.

"You're a genuine hero, Bee," he praised. "Let's get out of here."

It wasn't long before the two were running down the halls of the Star Destroyer, or rolling in the case of BB-610. Jasper could have easily used force speed to enhance his movement, but there was no way he was letting the astromech out of his sight. He was going to do everything in his power to ensure that they both made it off in one piece. Jasper owed Bee that much, especially after asking him to do such a dangerous task. It wasn't long before a large crack came from behind them, sudden fires erupting and sending glass flying across the rumbling corridors. Jasper's mind was still connected to the battle meld, allowing him to maintain his focus and balance, but he did wobble unstably for a moment. It seemed that they had hit their target. They wouldn't have much time.

The hangar was practically falling apart. Thankfully no gunships remained. It seemed that the rest of their strike team had made it off, which was certainly a relief. Three x-ceptors lie in wait, ugly starfighters that the Maw seemed fond of using. Most would look at one and see a pile of scrap. Jasper, being a mechanic, recognized the true unpredictable terror of a machine like it. Anything could be strapped to such a fighter, which either made it a piece of junk or one of the most formidable starfighters in the galaxy. That alone was enough to warrant some level of respect. Bee was quick to hoist himself in and prep the engines for evac, all while Jasper climbed in and pressurized the cabin, quickly assessing the ship's equipment. It was standard T-65 controls, thankfully enough.

"Hold on, Bee," the knight told his companion. "Exit's gonna be rough."

They had begun to lift off. Jasper took a moment to steady the craft, but structural beams falling from the roof of the hangar spurred him into action. The ship was shockingly fast, at least for an ugly, and agile enough for Jasper to weave his way through the crumbling hangar and out into space. They were okay. Behind them, the engines of the crumbling Star Destroyer pushed it ever further into it's target, which was now in a similar state. There was now a sizable gap in their formation.

"WOO!" Jasper exclaimed. "That's what I'm talking about! You did good, buddy. Val will be proud."

Jasper wasted no time turning on his comms, opening it to the GA's channel.

<<This is Jasper Kai'el, reporting in for Strike Team Kenobi. Target is neutralized. The rest of the team has evacuated what's left of her. For any remaining forces waiting to get through to the ground, consider that your window.>>

"This isn't over yet," he continued as he closed the comms. "They're gonna some extra firepower down there. Up for one more flight? No crashing in this one."

They'd be sticking together this time, and there was no way that he was letting anything happen to Bee. Not while he was the pilot. Before he forgot, the knight quickly got to work adjusting the ship's signature, transitioning it to GA friendly. The last thing he wanted was for a friendly fire scenario. With that, Jasper redirected the ugly fighter towards their new destination.

Exegol.

Marlon Sularen , Grand Shepherd Burtch , Onrai , Hey lads, figured I'd tag y'all OOC in case you wanted to do anything with the mess that's been made. Uh, no specifics on our end, so feel free to have fun with it.

 

[Maijan Paisea]

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THE FREE TRICKSTER
EXEGOL || SWIGGITY SWOOTY GOIN' FOR THAT BIG 'OL STATION BOOTY
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Maijan made a face, the golden part of her expression dipped deeper than her dark-skin.

As far as dynamics and freedom went, Maijan didn’t have much to complain about. Sure, Mercy’d almost killed her the first time they met, and still could at any given moment, but she hadn’t yet. Maijan wasn’t an interesting enough target, and Mercy’d been operating at a higher level than savage brutality lately. And even better, Mercy was her supplier. As long as they were on good enough terms for Maijan to get that sweet sweet hit from the Sith, she had even less complaints!

Aside from the hangar being outfitted with fighters unlaunched, it was empty. No soul inserted themselves to the Maw-looking ship that had landed. Maijan had even gestured, her bracelets clinking noisily, to wrap them up in The Current’s weave, and obscure them from sight. If any Mawite came to investigate the freshly landed, totally friendly ship, Mercy’d get her chance to get a jump on them.

But nobody came.

The control panel provided no obstacle. Once Mercy’s fist connected with the obvious open command, the doors that sealed out the hangar’s puffy atmosphere hissed open.

Darkness hit her like an ice cold wave, sloshing through her system inch by inch. Maijan had grown accustomed to the distinct chill of the darkside in Mercy’s impressive company, especially when her tattoos did their glowy stuff, but this…

This felt truly evil. Detached from morality entirely.

Her stomach flipped, then tightened, then hardened, then flopped, then flipped again. The muscles in her arms and legs grew tense, and the unnatural connection that flowed through her veins felt syruppy and revolting. The mirage that concealed them undulated as Maijan sorted through the shock that rolled through her system.

“Hoh.” She exhaled, and just as she went about straightening her hem and collecting herself back up to sensibility, thunderous footsteps filled the hall. There was nowhere to turn. They could press themselves against the walls, and remain invisible, but Mercy’s threat to pout implied that would not be the preferred option.

“Yourr lucky day.” Maijan murmured, and felt the roiling bubble of the drugs in her bloodstream reacting to the corruption that made the halls feel heavy.

Pillars of muscles that rivalled even Mercy’s physique came into view, outfitted in armour that seemed unnecessary over their horrifyingly intimidating march. "You get to take yourr new soldierrrs for a test drrive."

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ALLIES | SITH PROBABLY | Mercy
FOES | GA | NJO | BROTHEROOD OF THE MAW
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[Vilu Kopma]

THE EMPIRE | EXEGOL | FORBIDDEN DISTRICT | GATES --> EN ROUTE TO CITADEL
PHASE 2: LANDFALL

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“Obviously not.” Vilu spat. “That’d ruin my chances.” While Castian voted for Tallies’ survival, Vilu bet on his demise. She extended her hand, gripped the cocky sonofaschutta’s, and gave it one dip to seal the deal.

Then she focused properly on the world they were piloting for. Because if she were betting on someone else’s death, she sure needed to ensure her own survival. There were two cigarra packs at the end of this. Maybe another recommendation. Corporal Kipma was fast-becoming quite decorated as The Empire collapsed around them.

The ship landed. The doors opened. The orders came.

After a certain number of tours, deployments, missions, all the steps became muscle memory. Even if they were deposited into a live battlefield, littered with their enemies clashing alongside one another.

It was a lot to take in. They’d dropped near the gate, where two behemoth pillar-ships poked into the lightning-filled skies. Jedi with glowsticks danced against Sith and mounds of Mawites that seemed to come from an endless source —indiscriminately killing and destroying. Even through her respirator, the air was thick with the smell of burnt metal and ozone. It was revolting, and she felt her face grow hot with disdain. The Empire’d been betrayed at the hands of The Galaxy, and they’d come to Exegol to show how wronged they’d been. She could hear Michael Barran ’s words now: No mercy, no retribution.

No mercy for the Maw.

No retribution for their once-allies, The Alliance.

"Alright hot shot, I'll meet you back here when it's all over. Don't die on me — I got five packs on your survival."

<Detachment Cherek, on me.> She shouted above the noise, through the comms, and started off in the direction of the Citadel where their prize was rumoured to be. They were a small enough group to perhaps infiltrate, and uncover, that which had enough power to bolster the prototype of the Superweapon that had been tested over Ilum. At Vilu's command, Tallies and four others followed.

At the back of her mind, she was convinced that with this much carnage and bloodshed, a few extra plasma rounds into the back of some previous allies would go unnoticed.

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ALLIES | THE EMPIRE | ASHLAN CRUSADE | Castian Vero
FOES | THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE | THE NEW JEDI ORDER | THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW | U IF U LOOKIN' AT ME FUNNY

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[Kat Decoria]

Objective: Strike Team Tano
Equipment: Lightsaber Pike | 3x Elite Rescue Rangers | 6x Rescue Rangers
Tags: Hekate Ignosi

Kat studied the Sith and held a defensive stance in case the Sith decided to make a move. It was tricky to predict whether a Sith would leap into action, monologue for a while then strike or simply try manipulation, twisting the mind of a person. Kat looked around and chuckled deeply, "if you had looked outside for even a short moment, you would see that the number of Sith outside the Maw attacking Jedi were significant enough to know that I will be cautious of every Sith crossing my path." Kat countered since this was such a large scale war, there was no question that all and any Sith out there was a threat to the lives of Jedi. To assume a Sith wouldn't attack you or want to kill you was a silly, dangerous game to play. While Kat was being cautious and didn't lower her guard, she didn't jump into a fight.

If this Sith wasn't here to fight then she was here for something else. Something else could be dangerous.

"So, if you aren't here to assist the Maw like so many other Sith, was is it that you seek from this tomb." Kat was not going to play around, this person was after something and she was not going to let them achieve any goals if she knew it was dangerous. No, Kat needed to ensure that peace was restored and that the Sith were not allowed to garner strength or items that could help them regrow from this attack by the Galactic Alliance. If this became a martyr event then the Sith would remain a menace.

Holding her stance, Kat imbued her body with Force Valour, "This is a dangerous time to come tomb raiding." Hinting that Kat knew this had to be something serious.