Skirmish Fire and Blood [SAO/RNR]

[Darth Moskvin]

FIRE AND BLOOD

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

Objective 2
Gear: In Sig
Ally: Crane Baxa
Foes: Aiden Porte (Directly) / Thayze Montserrat
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I watched with fancy as the Jedi exploded toward me, using the Force to assist him to a quicker death. I let my prey come to me, as a spider waits patiently for her meal to ensnare themselves in the sticky web, before digging sharp, venomous fangs into their body, draining them of life.

Whilst the young Jedi quickly closed the ga between us, I gave a mockery nod to him. I wondered if his Master had instructed him on the mannerisms in which to fight a Sith, in this case, a Sith Lord? Clearly not, seeing the enthusiasm on the face of the Jedi boy spoke volumes of inexperience. Killing him would not boast any merits for me, he was foolish in his thinking he could face me and live to tell his fellow Jedi of this wonderous conquest. There would be no stories today in the Jedi Temple, only another tomb with an eternal flame marking his failure.

Closer the Jedi came, and now it was time to end the theatrics on the final climax of this scene.

From my hips, I called my two lightsabers via the Force, hovering one each in front of a hand: igniting them simultaneously with the Force, the two silvery blades vocalizing to life. Instantly, the two crystals inside activated and soon the Jedi could begin to feel the effects of both the Witch's Curse and the Vamire's Crystal whilst I mystically reached out grabbing the hilts with their sizzling plasma blades cackling in haunting delight.

Then came my ensnaring web, in the form of a Dark Energy Trap, to attempt to immobilize the Jedi youth's brazen, heroic charge. I don't do parlor tricks.

 

[Crane Baxa]

Objective 2
Gear: Lightsabers of Greed
Vehicle: "COB" Creeper Light Carrier Vehicle
Allied: Darth Moskvin
Foes: Thayze Montserrat Aiden Porte


The shrill laugher, the insanity of the Chadra-Fan was at full display. Shrapnel from buildings, the Jedis useless attempt at a Force Barrier, all was going according to plan! He will have their treasure, he wil-who just called him a coward?! There was than a distinct strike as the lightsaber more or less effortlessly pierced into the walker. There was a wrenching sound as Thayze Montserrat would notice the bottom begin to buckle as the cut broke a weakened and already overweight part of the structure. Almost immediately a loud CLANK noise as the metal opened up and poured out a large container of green like dust and a very large green gem the size of his fist would flow upon the ground as the Chadra-Fan shrieked in fury, looking behind to see what he had lost.

"NOOOOO!!!! THE SASHO GEMS!!! NOOO THEY ARE MINE! TENS OF THOUSANDS OF CREDITS!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!!!"​

That got the rodents attention as he was shrieking, rather quickly the Chadra-Fan would jump into the cargo bay as the distinct sound of lightsabers igniting could be heard even by the other. Rather quickly, a red plasma blade would plunge down as the walker seemed to "crouch", leaning down more as he tried to stab the Jedi from below, attempting to sense his presense! Little did the Chadra-Fan know, he was weakening his structure more and more as he jumped around, attempting to stab the person with the lightsaber in a fury unlike any other. While he was wildly inaccurate, one could take advantage of this moment.

"YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT! I WILL HAVE YOUR LIGHTSABER! I WILL HAVE IT! HAVE IT, HAVE IT, HAVE IT!!!!!"​

 

[Kahne Porte]

Enarc
Tags: Michael Angellus Kalantha Trent Perris Hellmarch Stevru Klamat Ma'lur'kek'thwin

The Jedi Master could help but chuckle at young mans excitement, he was clearly eager to prove himself and that was indeed a good aspiration. However he would need guidance and that was why Kahne would stand with him and fly with him. The Padawan would not be left along to face this threat, not until he was ready.

Kahne activated his comlink to speak with traffic control to get authorized clearance for takeoff. The Jedi Master settled into his own X-Wing as he spoke to Michael. [Relax, and concentrate my friend. I am with you.]

"You with me Gala?" Kahne said with a smile looking over to his trust droid. Hearing the beeps and whistles he started to laugh. "Don't worry I haven't forgotten you. Just like old times."

 

[Michael Angellus]

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Journal Entry:
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Time to prove myself! I can do this! It’s just like the simulators, it’s just like the bullseyes.

You ready, “Bred”? I’m setting the S-foils into attack position and aligning the deflector shields to “balance”. Could you set me up an attack line?

I’m ready, I’m sure I am, but it looks like “Bred” isn’t so sure.

[Are you sure you are ready?]

Yes! Even if I’m not, it doesn’t matter right now, I have to do this!

[Alright, I just wanted to make sure. This is something you cannot come back from.]

I understand… More on that in a minute.

My target screen is lined up with an attack-pattern. I could hit three in a run. This was perfect. I was going to show them I’m worthy of being here, I’m not a burden! So I called Master Porte over the Comms. [Master, I’m lining up for a run. To my “5”.]

Okay, this is where it got tough. I pitched into a port roll, and fell right behind a pod that was dropping. The targeting sensor lined it up and I pulled the triggers.

It was weird after that. I had done this so many times in the simulator, but this was real. I don’t care if they are Sith, or Sith Attendees or whatever they are called… I don’t care… I just took multiple lives. How do I know this? As I buzzed by them to my next target, sensors picked those pods to crash hard into a hill. The second one? Turned into debris… and I could see the bodies fall… the final one… I couldn't even watch. I just flew by as it explodedThe experience left me shaken, questioning my actions and the cost of proving myself. Victory felt hollow, overshadowed by the gravity of what I had done..

I’m not worthy of this.
Kalantha | Kahne Porte | Stevru Klamat | Ma'lur'kek'thwin | Hellmarch | The Lord of Hunger

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Cathedral - Enarc
Objective: Protect the Seed of Rage Node
Tag: Connel Vanagor

Ellissanthia’s gaze widened when Connel drew his blaster and leveled the weapon in her direction. She had seen a Jedi use a blaster before on one other occasion. However, this particular Jedi’s choice to engage her at range rather than attempting to close the distance in an effort to strike her with a lightsaber still struck her by surprise. Nevertheless, the Undine quickly realized that she was facing a more practical fighter, one who was willing to use any tool to achieve his objective, whether elegant and inelegant in nature.

Lightsaber and blaster.

Ellissanthia raised her left arm to veer the blaster fire off-course, curving the bolts towards the nearby wall. However, the ensuing booms of the subsequent explosions from their impacts caused her ears to twitch with alarm. Acute senses told the Undine that whatever “blaster” the Jedi possessed was by no means a typical blaster, but she didn’t dare turn her eyes away from him to see its effects.

Instead, Ellissanthia eyes honed in on the lightknives flying through the air, immediately compelling the Undine to ignite her lightsaber. The blade swept from left to right just, batting the pair of lightknives away before they could reach the Seed node.

Sensing the quickness and creativity of her opponent, Ellissanthia didn’t hesitate in engaging her counter. Shutting off her lightsaber, the Undine locked the base of her palms together and stepped forward. Unleashing a loud, howling shriek, she willed a sphere of white-hot energy to explode out from her hands, sending it racing towards the Jedi who was still some 25 meters away from her position on the stage. A thunderous crack sounded out as the discharge tore through the air at supersonic velocity, causing the entire cathedral to shake in the process. Upon impact, the sphere would likely detonate in a large telekinetic explosion, potentially carrying enough kinetic force to shatter a cliff face.

Should it strike as intended, Ellissanthia hoped that her attack would be more than enough to permanently silence the Jedi’s efforts to destroy the Seed!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Eclipsed Veil
  
  • Miscellaneous Equipment
    
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
  • Aesthetic and Accouterments
    
    • Red Accents
    • Eclipse Sect Symbol - Left Shoulder
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Standard Lightsaber
  
  • Purple Blade
• Supernal Infusion Vials
• SHIVA Vials
• Spirit Anchor Talisman

 

[Connel Vanagor]

Shadows in the Light
Enarc
Cathedral

He wasn’t just standing there, but still moving.

It was a good thing.

As the Aquatic batted away his knives (as expected) he opened fire again, pulling his Combat Shield. That was another good thing too. He didn’t use Farseeing, he didn’t use Repulse, a trick his father taught him. His ears were ringing deeper and deeper. It was excruciating as the Force told him to hold up the shield, and form the fastest Force Barrier he could.

The supersonic, telekinetic explosion hit the barrier, broke the barrier, and hit his shield square. The reaction sent Connel flying into the wall, almost destroying it. Every bone, every muscle in him hurt, but he was alive…

She was about to wish that he wasn’t.

Leveling the Lightblaster on her again, he opened fire like he was trying to empty a powercell in record time. The only way he knew his weapon worked was because he could see the flash and feel the kick. The ringing in his ears was deafening. With his shield hand, he flung the combat shield against one of the pillars at an angle that would reflect it into another, and another, and hopefully at and into the seed.

YOU WANNA PLAY? YOU WANNA TAKE THIS PLACE DOWN? FINE! LET’S PLAY! He wasn’t yelling out of anger, or emotions, he just couldn’t hear.

With his now free hand, he reached out into the Force and began to pull apart the trusses. She wanted to play this game? She needed to be prepared to lose. It was more difficult than he thought it would be as his muscles were just. So. sore.

@ Ellissanthia• TAGS​

 

[Lily Decoria]

Location: Enarc
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Crossguard Lightsaber, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed)
Tag: Echo Athoth | Darth Callidus

Lily maintained her focus and speed in movement, using the Force to enhance and match the skill of her opponent. Willing to fight close to the hilt as her crossguard would trap the Sith's Lightsaber between the short stub of her Lightsaber and the longer blade. Her steel gaze studied every movement and the way that this warrior fought. Seeing the movements, the eagerness to kill, to inflict pain and death upon the Jedi. It was simplistic in a way that made sure Lily could respond easily in turn.

No strike came as a surprise and Lily saw the kick incoming, so she physically steeled herself as well as steeling herself with the Force.

When the kick struck her abdomen, Lily grunted deeply, sliding a couple inches backwards. Clenching her jaw tightly, she showed no signs of pain, of injury. This Sith fought like a rabid animal, and struck as much as she could to cause harm. Breathing out slowly, she stepped forward, twirling her Lightsaber in one hand before holding it in both hands. She sliced fast, using the Force to move her body faster, stronger and with deadly precision.

The Echani was focusing and using every ability she had now. Reading the language of combat to see what would be coming next.

Plotting out the counters in her strikes as well as the aggressive tactics she had planned out. There was also Echo that she needed to take into account, she didn't want her strikes and movements to get in the way of the Jedi Knight as they worked together to wear this Sith down. The animal could only fight for so long this recklessly before losing stamina and control in the duel.

 

[Echo Athoth]

Enarc
Tags: Darth Callidus , Lily Decoria

Echo Athoth's Locket, Epo-1 Interceptor, BB-055TN "Boston"
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The movement brought her inside Echo's reach, her red saber flashing upward in a vicious, almost casual flick—aimed not for the Knight's weapon, but her exposed ribs. A strike designed not to maim, not to kill. To wound.

So this was the decision she would be forced to make now. Echo saw the trajectory of the blade clear as day. It would cut up through her mid-abdominal region and no doubt cause significant plasma damage to her skin. This was, by no mean, an insignificant injury. Every wound compounded on the last to wear away at one's tolerance to pain in a battle.

But all actions had opportunity cost.

Echo did not move to block the incoming slice. Instead she threw away the rebar in her off-hand in advance, preparing to take the blow. The tip of the Sith's lightsaber sliced through her skin with little resistance, splaying and singing nerves as it passed through. The Ogemite winced, the pain of the attack high, but steeled her resolve. The Sith, by entering Echo's space had let the Jedi step into her's, something she was going to capitalize on.

The Jedi Knight reached out to clasp onto the Sith's arm after it had passed. Anything to hold them in place. Regardless of if she managed to hold them or not, Echo chose to follow this up with action. Her first Force Bellow had been at a distance.

This one would be at close range. The Ogemite opened her mouth, letting raw energy spill out towards her opponent, doing her best to angle the trajectory of the sound away from Lily. The sound would, at the very least, be non damaging if she was out of the Bellow's cone of effect.

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

Briana barely registered the splintering crash of the altar, her Force push deflected, leaving only shards and dust in its wake. Her cerulean eyes briefly flashed wide then narrowed in, tracking the demon's swift movements. For as large as he was, he moved much faster than she'd anticipated, redirecting her attack in a way that jarred her mid-air and necessitated her next actions to focus on cushioning and controlling her own fall, pushing the Force into her limbs to steady her landing.

The moment her feet hit the ground, Briana moved again, breathing even and controlled. The Force encircled her in a protective bubble that warned of any threats that would come from Imperius as it entered within her zone of control, telegraphing that through the shared mental link as she joined Lorn in his low assault. Her cobalt blade arced through the air, aimed at the Sith's exposed flank, even as Brandyn's intention bloomed like a clear picture in her mind. Her jaw clenched. They would not give ground, keep the man's intention locked on them and box him into an ever-shrinking space.

When finally Brandyn dropped in from above, Briana pivoted seamlessly from the low assault, her boots skidding across the floor until she was far enough back to enact her own plan, free hand plunging to the ground in a gathering of Force energy she coalesced into a concentrated pulse that rippled outward from her palm in a shockwave through the bedrock, creating hairline fractures in the ancient stone flooring that spread in a spiderweb pattern, intent on disrupting his balance just as Brandyn's saber descended.

OUTFIT: XoXo | TAG: Brandyn Sal-Soren , Lorn Reingard , Darth Imperius | EQUIPMENT: Lightsaber, Echo Stone, Astor's Blade


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[Darth Imperius]

• Objective: I. Rage, Rage
• Tags:
  • Allied: Darth Callidus | Darth Moskvin | Crane Baxa | Ellissanthia [all indirect]
  • Adversary: Briana Sal-Soren | Lorn Reingard | Brandyn Sal-Soren [Direct]
• Theme: Attack

Their coordination and resourcefulness impressed him. Blind, destabilise, strike. It was such flawless plan and execution that it would have left most Sith, even experienced warriors, if not dead already at least exposed to a final strike and severely injured. They clearly did not fight for the first time together, nor was either of them an amateur at what they were doing, proficient combatants, each in their own way. And when put onto the same target, sharing this conviction, the heat of zeal that was hanging in the air, forming a tension that could almost be cut, they had the spirit and skill to take on someone far their superior in individual combat.

But Darth Imperius was neither a mere warrior nor new to close quarters combat. There was a reason he had chosen to go inside. What they might perceive as possibility to corner him, to trap him inside, was in fact an opportunity for them to be trapped inside with him. On open field or the street outside, their maneuverability and speed would gain them an incredible advantage that even his skill at arms might not be able to overcome. But in a tight space, his physique, his armor and his strength suddenly became much, much more threatening.

Lorn's strike was hitting its mark, true and without flaw. But the armor did not yield. A burn mark, hot and glowing was left on the plate and made its runes and edges glow even hotter in the fire of battle. It was Anathema that came around while he stepped further into Briana to disrupt her attack. While the step and movement seemed glacially slow, his off-hand rushed up, suddenly crackling and bursting as electricity instantly formed and send a jolt of Force lightning, paired with some not so gentle Force push upwards towards the falling Brandyn to interupt his attack mid-air and hurl him elsewhere. His blade, now wielded one handed rushed forward towards the low on the ground Lorn, its golden edge and point aimed to pierce the man's side. Both hands movements seemed almost unrealistically fast, the Dark Lord offering a strange disconnect from physics as he bathed in the Dark side, opening himself to his surroundings.

But it was the Force attack of Briana that made him miss his mark with his attack on Lorn.

Instead he refocused and send one of the shattered benches, wooden splinters and what else was there, flying towards her from the flanks of the chapel.

Equipment
| Lightsaber | Greatsword | Armor | Amulet | Shuttle |
Order of Battle
| Knights Tenebrus | Sith Eradicators |​

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Briana Sal-Soren | Brandyn Sal-Soren | Darth Imperius

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Lorn slid, the golden blade a whisper of death against the stone floor. For a heart-stopping moment, he felt the satisfying thunk as his lightsaber met resistance. He'd hit true. Victory surged through him, a fleeting rush of adrenaline. He twisted, rising to a crouch, ready to witness the Sith Lord's collapse.

But there was no collapse. No dramatic crumpling of the behemoth before them. Instead, Lorn saw only a superficial wound, a bright, angry scratch marring the surface of the Sith's dark armor. Disappointment crashed down on him, heavy and bitter. Of course. It couldn't be that easy.

He scrambled back, pushing with his heels against the cold stone, as the Sith turned, a predator locking onto its prey. The Sith's great sword flashed down. Lorn threw himself into a desperate roll, the blade scorching past his side as he moved. He was lucky, impossibly lucky. Had it not been for that pulse beneath his feet, the ripple of the Force Briana had unleashed, the blade would have hit true.

He landed hard, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He couldn't stay down. He pushed to his feet, lightsaber held high, the golden beam unwavering even as his hands shook. He saw the giant's attention shift, drawn by the hail of splintered wood flying towards Briana.

Lorn reached out with the Force, a desperate attempt to deflect the debris, to at least lessen the impact.

"Brandyn!" he yelled, his voice raw with urgency. He gestured wildly towards a massive chunk of shattered pillar lying to their left.

He focused, drawing on the Force, the same power that had propelled him across the floor moments ago, now strained and overtaxed. The weight of the pillar was immense, a testament to the destructive power on display within the ruined chapel. It groaned and shifted, dust and shards crumbling away, but it moved.

Lorn gritted his teeth, every muscle screaming in protest. He needed Brandyn. He needed that extra push. This wasn't just about survival anymore, it was about protecting their leader, about stopping this monster and diverting its attention.

 

[Darth Callidus]

Tags: Echo Athoth Lily Decoria

Darth Callidus did not slow.

The fight had taken a delicious turn—pain, determination, and the desperate calculus of survival weaving into a tapestry of conflict that thrilled her.

Lily endured. Steeled herself. She felt the kick and did not falter. Admirable. But foolish. Pain was not a test of will—it was a predator. It waited. It wore you down. And when it struck, it was absolute.

Echo, however—ah.

The Knight had made a choice.

She had taken the blow, allowed Callidus' saber to bite into her flesh, to carve pain deep into her nerve endings. And why? Because it granted her opportunity.

A smart decision. A reckless one. But an opening nonetheless.

Callidus barely had time to react before Echo's hands grasped for her arm, seizing her in place. The move was not subtle. It was not elegant. It was desperate.

And yet, as Echo's lips parted and that devastating Force Bellow built within her chest, Callidus' crimson eyes widened—not in fear.

But in delight.


"Ohh, clever girl-"

The words were barely audible before the world erupted.

The Force Bellow slammed into her, a raw, concussive wall of sonic power unleashed at point-blank range. The pressure hit everywhere at once, reverberating through her body, rattling her teeth, crushing her eardrums in a deafening shriek of pure kinetic force.

She felt her body move—thrown backward, limbs forced apart by the sheer violence of the sound. Echo had committed. She was willing to endure suffering in order to land a decisive, punishing blow.

Beautiful.

Her back hit the ground hard, but Callidus had already been moving before impact, twisting her body midair, limbs folding like a predator coiling for a counterstrike. Pain screamed through her senses, her ears ringing, her vision blurred for a moment.

But pain was her home.

She let it sharpen her. Let it ignite her.

A bubbling, manic laugh tore from her throat as she slammed a palm against the floor, halting her skid in an instant. Her sabers hissed, still clutched in her hands, her muscles thrumming with residual impact—but the hunger in her eyes had only grown.

"You're learning," she purred, voice hoarse from the sonic assault.

A flicker of movement.

Lily.

The Padawan had not hesitated, pressing forward with a burst of speed, her crossguard saber flashing in a blur of controlled, aggressive strikes. Fast. Precise. Relentless. She was watching Callidus' every motion, reading her footwork, predicting the next steps in the dance.

Good.

But Callidus did not fight with predictability.

She surged forward in an explosion of motion—not backward, not defensively, but straight into the attack.

One of Lily's strikes locked against her own saber, their blades clashing in a burst of angry sparks. But before the Jedi could press the advantage, Callidus let go of one of her sabers entirely, twisting her freed hand toward Lily's exposed ribs and—

Lightning.

Red-tinged Sith Lightning surged from her fingertips in a snap-second pulse—not prolonged, not wild. A single devastating burst of energy aimed directly at Lily's side, meant to send pain lancing through her nerves, to stagger her for the next move.

She had lost ground.

She had taken a hit.

But Callidus did not slow.

She thrived in the chaos.

And this battle was only beginning.

 

[Brandyn Sal-Soren]

Ah, crap.

Brandyn's body convulsed with the immediate shock of the lightning. His mind reeled trying to gain some control of his direction, but to no avail. His back hit the ceiling with enough force that his saber dropped from his hand. A portion of a second later, Brandyn fell too.

The disorientation did not fade, but he was able to make sense of which way was down. With a gentle push forward, he slowed his descent and prevented himself from dying outright as he impacted the floor. It hurt though. It hurt a lot.

Dazed, Brandyn struggled to his knees. He had to keep going. He had to fight. Where was the Sith?

Through a haze, Brandyn figured out that he had fallen behind the Sith, who seemed to be focused intently on Briana. Briana. Must. Get up.

"Brandyn!"

His mind fired with the intensity of Lorn's cry for help. Despite what would surely be several days of recuperation, Brandyn felt the surge of their triad, the desperation of the moment and the stubbornness his family was known for, and he was back on his feet.

Lorn's focus on the pillar was clear through his mind's eye. Brandyn instinctively reached in the direction to which Lorn was focused, and focused his slowly clearing mind. Lift. Pull. The pillar lifted with their combined strength and hurtled towards the Sith.

His other hand extended towards his fallen saber hilt, and with a flick of his wrist sent it spinning through the air. It ignited with a brilliant green glow as it cut a path across the back of the Sith's knees.

| TAG: Lorn Reingard Briana Sal-Soren Darth Imperius |

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[Aiden Porte]

Enarc
Allies: Thayze Montserrat
Enemies: Darth Moskvin Crane Baxa

It was something that he wasn't expecting and he wasn't fully prepared for. The aptitude and mental fortitude he had was indeed strong, however the dark hold had penetrated his defenses and had sought to keep him still and hold him. Continuously sapping at his energy, thoughts began to take hold.

Future, past and present.....

He heard their voices, of those that had past from this universe. Tiberias....

Esme.....

And then the voices could be heard from those in present. Lorn, Dreidi, Brandyn, Briana.....

The Padawan let out a shuddered breath, its trickery. It the darkside, that's all it is. The Padawan regained composure just slightly as he closed his eyes and he could hear shouts from aside as some had come to his aid, a barrage of fire was shot towards the dark warriors.

Trickery, deceit, evil.....

It was just mockery of a higher power. A higher calling, something that was far beyond the understanding of a creature bathed in darkness. The Jedi Padawan's eyes opened quickly as he glanced down towards his chest, the crystal that hung their draped across his neck. Given to him by Solenne Abraxas

A light, for when all others go out.....

The padawan clutched the crystal as he focused on the collective energies around him. His strength coming reinforced by the crystal around his neck, imbued with Solenne's own power. He could feel her essence, she was with him. The force was with him....

The attack by his fellow allies had bought him enough time. To break away and close the distance, enough to launch a barrage of attacks with the lightsaber.

His life had been dipped with the darkside at one time, where others would seek to corrupt him. Those that sought to end him and his family....

The padawan was still here. He was a warrior for the lightside of the force. He could not falter now.

 

[The Lord of Hunger]

LOCATION: ENARC
IMPORTANT LINKS: Sword | Armor | Jewel | Ring | Necklace | DIII Gluttoneria | The guards | The Enforcer
TAG: Hellmarch | Ma'lur'kek'thwin | Darth Callidus | Lily Decoria | Darth Imperius | Aiden Porte | Darth Moskvin | Brandyn Sal-Soren | Lorn Reingard | Thayze Montserrat


A good commander can work with a disadvantage, a great commander can turn a disadvantage into an advantage

Dropships started to circle over the positions of the Droid Legions, though the were now in danger of being targeted by the likes of Michael Angellus and those few starfighters around, if even half of them managed to unload their contents, this battle, this hobble within the Ascendant Order's plans would be completely fixed and made inconsequential. In the meantime though, with communications to the Lord-militant Hellmarch seemingly cut off, The lord of Hunger was forced to formulate his position and strategy without any idea on the planned strategy of his confrater in the field.

"We should have had the communication suite's upgraded to more heavy duty models," Credius sighed as he looked at the progress of his droid legions, who as he had expected were still pushing against the defenders, who to their own credit had managed to anticipate the actions ordered by KRONOS and were also starting to look for higher positions. Still, it seemed that they were having some issues with the concentrated fire power of the Jupiter class droidwalkers, whose heavier equipment would no doubt be a tough cookie to deal with for a defensive force never having expected this kind of army at their doorstep.

Still, nothing was over yet, they still needed to claim entry to the Academy's courtyards and retrieve all the necessary materials. Walking out of his command center, with his Sceleratii in tow, the Lord of Hunger suddenly stopped when he could feel it, multiple living beings having taken up point to try and counter the advance of the Mercury-class battle droids on elevated grounds. Recalling the Arbalesk's was now out of the question, he'd have to deal with this issue on a more presonal manner.

Taking in a deep breath, the Lord of Hunger would concentrate himself upon his connection to the darkside, but also on his connection to the Vele Jivanikas jewel resting upon his chest, channelling the anger, the frustration and now the rage he could feel welling up within himself. It would need a lot of his own strength and could weaken the monstrous man severely, but to win, he needed to pull out all the stops.

"Naboo...there was never such a place..."

Without any remorse of hesitation, the Lord of Hunger's hands were thrown upwards, the force drawing into him with such strength and ferocity, that within a mile, all could feel the cold, from the utmost frost within a few hundred meters, up to a strange icy chill at the very edges, expending so much of his own power as he possibly could, the force lightning erupted like a terrifying storm of electricity and energy, a loud, booming sound only moments later followed by the unmistakable crackle of the energy itself.

Bolts of electricity would rain down from the sky, streaks of lightning raging through the air, capable of frying entire ships' systems, yet as it was guided through the living force, this energy was guided, strengthened and controlled, allowing for it to focus on enemy positions, where multiple enemies were present like where Ma'lur'kek'thwin was positioned , it would strike down with unforgiving force and ferocity. This show of force capacity and control, would even be visible from far beyond this battlefield... revealing that the SAO did not just have two strong sith in their ranks...
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[Kahne Porte]

[Master, I’m lining up for a run. To my “5”.]

"I'm with you Michael." The Jedi Master responded as he looked over to Gala and gave a small smirk, following Michael's lead. He was good, Kahne could hear the determination the solid conviction in his voice as he sat in the cockpit. Everyone had their area where they excelled greatly. The Jedi Master felt that this had to be Michael's.

The fact that he seemed more poised and confident now brought a good feeling to his heart. However, that was soon overshadowed by the dimmed display that was then coming before them.

The sky began to light up, streak of electricity and lightning pierced across the skies.

That is an disturbingly strong display of power.... The Jedi Master thought as he quickly began to maneuverer as well as he could through the currents that were shooting past.

"Michael, are you alright?" The Jedi Master voiced through the comms.

Michael Angellus

 

[Michael Angellus]

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Journal Entry:
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"Michael, are you alright?"

[Michael, Master Porte is worried about you.]

I know, I know… I’m just a little shaken up. A little? I just took several lives. I don’t know how to justify that, I don’t know how to live with that. I mean, I get it, this had to be done. WHOAH Was that lightning? That was a wake up call.

[“Bred”! Line us up for a shot at the source! It won’t do anything, but might slow it down.

[I’m fine… I’m fine… listen… my X-wing is faster than yours I’m going for that source!] Shut the comm off so he can’t tell me what I screw up I’m being… engage the “Mortis Engines” and BOOM that’s a kick! Time to man up like Dad would and do the right thing. Arming everything.

Eat this yakheads! Pitching forward and throttling up, I’m going right at the source of that lightning, everything is armed.

Kalantha | Kahne Porte | Stevru Klamat | Ma'lur'kek'thwin | Hellmarch | @Credius Nargath​

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