Flashpoint: Roche

[Lord Ghoul]

MUNITIONS FACILITY - NICKEL ONE
@[member="Darren Brunswick"] @Phylis Alince @Ardak Serifen @Siobhan Kerrigan @Ankh'su'namun @Darth Apparatus @Darth Moridin @Jesta @[member="Jinn Sibot"]

Mikhail Shorn walked out of the Munitions Facility and unleashed hell. Lightning crackled in a storm from his splayed fingertips, electrocuting verpine left and right and cutting a swathe right down the middle of the advance militia, who were already in chaos from the explosions of mines. From the windows of the facility, verpine Sith loyalists took potshots at Senator Brunswick's militia forces.

Force Users, particularly Sith given their inclination toward destructive powers, were gods of war. Many hated them for it, but the fact still remained that there was nothing more terrifying or more powerful than a Force User in full power upon the battlefield.

Lightning and telekinesis alternately left verpines lying in charred heaps or crushed to death. Explosions rocked the ground and sent more militia flying, detonated by the lightning's electricity. Upon every side, the militia fell. Mikhail's violet blade hummed eagerly in his hand. The militia force of fifty could not withstand a platoon of loyalists in addition to Sith. Verpine died. Only a bare handful of the militia remained, and they were taking cover from the fire of the loyalists shooting from the facility windows.

Mikhail strode straight up to the Senator and held out a hand in a Force Choke, crushing down on the man's trachea and cutting off the circulation. Shorn's blade hummed ready to deflect any blaster shots of desperation.

"Senator, I recognize you from the holovids. Always so vocal. Let's see if I can't fix that," said the cold, muffled voice behind the faceless phrik helm.

Behind Mikhail, a squad of verpine led the Sith loyalist representative quickly away from the battle and toward an anterior rail car which would lead out into a rear hangar bay facing Imperial lines.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Vicinity of Generator Asteroid

"Master. I have laid in the specificed course to Roche G99. I warn against this course of action. There are quite a few navigation hazards along your specified route."

Standing near the rear of the upper deck in front of a large holoprojector, the Sith Lord exhaled softly. "I'm aware of the risks."

"I do not believe I possess the instincts to effectively navigate us through the final leg of this journey at speed, Master."

Lord Ashmedai managed a thin smile as he cycled through projections. "That's because you are merely the creation of a corporation. You were engineered by very unexceptional sentients. As such, you are very unexceptional."

The droid, of course, didn't really process insults. "Of course, Master. The predicament before us still remains."

Shutting down the holoprojector, the Sith Lord proceeded towards the lfit to take him down to his meditation chamber. "Notify my when we initiate final approach to the area surrounding Roche G99. Until then, maintain radio silence, activate the cloak, and temporarily deactivate any unnecessary systems."

"As you command, Master."

Stepping into the lift, Ashmedai waited for the brief trip down to the main floor. Shortly thereafter, he stepped off the lift and turned right into the room that had been converted into a meditation chamber. Once he was inside, the Sith Lord took a seat in the center of the chamber and closed his eyes. Gradually, he expanded his presence outward, allowing the feelings of conflict, death, and destruction to invigorate his entire being. A thin smile of satisfaction played on his lips. He had been reborn into conflict so many decades ago. Now...it was as necessary to his survival as water.

 

[Jonathan Walsh]

@[member="Seth Shorn"]@[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]@[member="Sophia Walsh"]
At the pulling back of the enemy ships, Admiral Walsh smirked.
" Give the command, Pull back the ships that engaged the Adjudicator We have no need to pursue "
John looked at the displays, it was a mess out there. " have the fighters regroup and control any and all drop ships that are near G99. "
He just hoped he would live to see another day. Luckily the defenses of G99 were made so that most ships would either have to make a very difficult approach and then sneak through zero-gravity tunnels or approach a fully defended frontal point. John had set up some defenses on the back even, just in case someone was stupid enough to sneak over. " Let them come, and we shall show them what it means to fight the 4th fleet. "

 

[Darron Wraith]

The Vault

@[member="Ben Watts"] @[member="Rosa Mazhar"] @[member="Jaxton Ravos"] @[member="Atrum Voidlighter"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Zaiden"] @[member="Eldoc Quasat"] @[member="Anaya Fen"]

"All who receive this message. I have found the Empress and am about to engage, Darron out."

As he crossed the distance to his polar opposite in the Force, the air between the two began to charge with energy. There would be no false pleasantries on this day, and judging by her aura their alliance meant nothing either. The Empress of thousands of worlds had her purpose, and he was merely an obstacle to her. To Darron, she was the descendant of his closest friend, and he would try and save her no matter the consequences to himself. The Sith poisons in her veins blocked how she used the Force, and the first time they met it was evident. Now, her face stained with darkside corruption, he knew she was pleased with the path she had set upon. Her coup for power had been massively successful, and contrasted with how he had been appointed successor to Teferi Efreet. Two polar opposites, everything about them different, except for how powerful they were. Each could handle the other, and they were all alone again.

Finally.

Battle meditation boosted him as he looked at the Empresses' simple dress, and he merely nodded at her mention of his previous suggestion on Kamino. That had been what felt like a life-time ago. Everything had changed, except for that stance of Shii-cho she was still using. "I still stick by my previous assessment, it fits your skill set better." His voice was low, but echoed across the cavernous space. The shield seperating them from space was transparent and he caught a glimpse of the battle beyond as he tried to think of ways to resolve it all. "I would try and say something about how you don't need to conquer this asteroid field, but I think you are a little past that."

He let Ashin wait on him as he slid the cortosis greaves off of his forearms, and he quickly pulled the golden breastplate off of his chest. All three pieces of armor clanged against the durasteel floor, and he stood there in a simple black tanktop and trousers. His prosthetic forearm and electrum plated lightsaber hilts the only ornate pieces of equipment on him. The two opposites of the Force looked at each other as Darron centered himself, and channeled his will to win. The superconducting loop was formed effortlessly, and he was a channel for all of her dark power. Carefully, he pulled both hilts off his waist. His thumbs pressed the activation switches, and two blue blades sprung to life with a snap-hiss. The air burned from the blades, and in the Force power rippled between the two.

It was literally the calm before the storm.

Standing at ease still, the Vaapad Master tried one last time.

"I"ve spoken to Je'gan from the holocron you gave me on Kamino. There is a body, poison free waiting on you. Your grandmother, Sky Kerberos, was brought back using the same method and is on the Council now. Lay your weapons down, and lets leave this conflict together. You deserve more than this, and I will help you I promise." The storm of power brewing behind his blue eyes was visible even as his face stayed calm. "Refuse, and I will do my best to stop you. I can't let the Sith conquer the galaxy."

 

[Falon Azrakel]

SPACE-ON ROUTE TO G99

"Keep on course to G99. Shields to full power." Falon shouted as he briskly made his way over to the turbolifts jerkily, his bad leg causing severe problems. The 'Khan' wasn't taking any hits at present, but he expected to receive them as he neared the asteroid. He wasn't fully aware how many hits the Charon-Class star destroyer could take. It was a big ship, but the Republic had some powerhouses on their side.

Jabbing at the buttons within the turbolift, he caught his breath. Spending most of his time sitting down inside ships or walkers hadn't done much for his physical stamina. Not that he needed it; it was just a hindrance on occasion. Barging past several officers as he neared the main cargo bay, he murmured a few words of apology before stopping before the officer in charge of cargo-control.

"I need you and your team-" Falon pointed to the men scattered across the bay. "-To load all available troops and walkers loaded onto the Dragoon-class dropships. Alert the pilot squadrons and get them ready to launch on my command."

The officer nodded, shouting back to the cargo teams before running to the communications relay and alerting the ground forces and TIE squadrons to prepare for the assault. "Thank you." Falon smiled, heading over to the comms relay to give his orders to the bridge crew. "I need you to fire the main guns at the asteroid field around G99 on my command."

The near-silence within the bay was suddenly interrupted with the thunderous clomping of ten-thousand stormtroopers and TIE pilots pouring in from all sides and engineers prepping tech. Stamping aboard the dropships and clambering into the ships, the hangar was filled with commotion. Within moments the ships were loaded, the fighters were ready, and the assault was ready to begin. Leaning in close to the comms relay, he spoke.

"Open fire. We're going in."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

THE VAULT
@[member="Darron Wraith"]

Ashin's stance didn't waver.

"I owned that holocron. I heard all that you've heard, I believe. But tell me, Darron -- you were Je'gan's friend, but did he ever hide the truth from you or anyone? Did he ever move in mysterious ways, fight secretive battles, manipulate people? No, not him -- not the man who fought the Crusade with baradium, not the man who twisted minds and wiped memories and left you to rot in carbonite. Je'gan Olra'en was born a liar the day he became a Sith Elder, however long ago that was. He told you that because you're the only one who can stop me, and you needed a reason. Because otherwise, I'll keep going until law and order hold sway over the Republic's inbred, inconstant madness. Darron, the Republic is so broken it doesn't even deserve the name. It needs leadership -- and not from your Chancellor or any of the other idiots who held their tongues when you brought me before the Senate. It needs strong leadership.

"If you take command of the Republic, Darron, if you clean it up and reform it, I will personally see to it that this invasion ends. We'll focus on Mandalore, and then on the Lost Tribe. If you make the Republic what it should be, if you, personally, become a righteous king, I will call off the invasion down the Perlemian. Monarchy isn't the Dark Side -- the Republic manipulating you into the Cato Neimoidia hypocrisy and the rest of the stupidity they've put you through, that's the Dark Side, that's evil. It takes one to know one. The people would welcome you. The war would end."

 

[Figure In White]

Moving Towards Generator Facility from G99
@[member="Iron Maiden"], @[member="Seth Shorn"], @[member="Ayden Cater"], @[member="Jonathan Walsh"]

"Sir, Blade and Shadow report the enemy vessel pulling back."

"Have them push full sublight to regroup with us. They can take the rear flanking positions. No need to follow them into that ambush."

"Hail from Republic vessel."

"Put them through."

Kamon was nigh unrecognizable in his armor. You couldn't possible see his face. It was standing Echani combat fair, but he'd changed the color patterns and added a helmet. No different from what many soldiers wore, but it looked cooler. Also looked much more intimidating. When the communications came up, he was looking at a blond woman that he was certain he'd never seen before.

"Good afternoon for a battle, wouldn't you say, my Republican friend? What's your course of action? I know the enemy position is heavily defended. My vessels are light and fast so I'll be performing harassment maneuvers."

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Da Vault

@[member="Ben Watts"] @[member="Atrum Voidlighter"] @[member="Anaya Fen"] @[member="Eldoc Quasat"] @[member="Zaiden"]

Jaxton continued onwards into the facilty unhindered. He could see and sense some of the Sith-sympathetic Verpine, but after seeing Jaxton's size and lightsaber they gave him a wide berth and left, presumably to gather troops or inform the Empire of his presence. It seemed the Sith had yet to arrive at the facility-

"All who receive this message. I have found the Empress and am about to engage. Darron out." He heard the voice of the Grandmaster on his comlink. He remembered fighting the Empress before, on Antar, with a knight and padawan, and he barely made it out without any casualties. He shuddered to think that Darron was fighting her alone, but then again he was a new master, and Darron had far greater experience than he. Still, I hope you're calreful. He thought to himself as he rushed towards the labs in the center of the asteroid. If he had to guess, the plans would be a file in some supercomputer, likely guarded inside.

 

[Agent Iron Maiden]

En Route to Generator Asteroid, [Deep Below Main Level of Battle Between G99 and Nickel]

@[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]
"Glad to see some one else is headed our way." Iron Maiden's holo-image opened up. "I am Colonel Iron Maiden, of the 39th Koros Major Battalion- Tetan legions. We are currently flying under your position, we're a good two levels below the main flight. We're by-passing the current battle above to avoid obstacles and head straight for Generator Asteroid. If you feel you are up to the task, punch through fight above us, the one you are currently level with, and we can catch the Generator in a pincer move from above and below." She then raised her hand in a salute and spoke once more, "To avoid further possibilities of message jamming, we'll keep the next few message through coded text. Good Luck, sir....Maiden over and out."

 

[Darren Brunswick]

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MUNITIONS FACILITY - NICKEL ONE

Slaughter. Blood. Dead Verpines everywhere. Brunswick's group of Verpines were being swatted down like bugs. Well, Verpines were bugs... Intellectual ones, anyways. The Kuati senator was pondering in his mind whether or not to order a retreat when a Sith Lord appeared from the facility and seemed to unleash death upon the militia. Yep. This wasn't good. He watched in utter despair as the Stih and Verpine loyalists somewhere up in the facility took down his group by the dozens. Those who were able seemed to be retreating. He had to give his order now, or else everyone would be left dead. "Fall back! Fall back! Retreat back to the dome! Gather more of your fellow Verpines, we have to-"

Either the energy bar that he had consumed the last hour was stuck in his throat, or the Sith Lord infront of him was using Force Choke on him. Probably the latter judging by the fact that the Sith was holding out his hand. Brunswick gasped in pain as he grabbed his own throat with his left hand, while desperately trying to shoot the Sith by firing from his pistol on his right hand. He watched in frustration and pain as the Sith representative was being led away, probably to a nearby hangar to escape. "Senator, I recognize you from the holovids. Always so vocal. Let's see if I can't fix that." came the Sith Lord's cold voice.

Then, the most extraordinary thing happened. One of the dead militian Verpines on the floor, or at least who appeared dead, suddenly crawled from back behind the Sith Lord and suddenly grabbed the Sith Lord's legs. This happened in a matter of two seconds, and the Senator of Kuat watched this as his visions were blurring rapidly from his cut of oxygen.

 

[Darron Wraith]

The Vault

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

She held his full attention, and he respected her enough to listen to her words.

"Je'gan was a great many things, and yes his honesty is in question with me. There was always a reason for everything, and since his dissapearance I have to hold to the simple truth he did his best. You would do well to remember the same about him, and it holds true to you as well. How can you ask me to assume absolute power when you know it absolutely corrupts. Look at yourself! The darkside taint on you is nearly a hundred fold stronger than it was on Belsavis and that was only a few months ago. You aren't the woman I met on Kamino, are you simply hiding behind law and order now instead of championing it? Is that what keeps you sleeping easy? thinking that you are doing the right thing when really you're just seeking control?"

The GrandMaster slowly started to pace in a circle, giving the Empress a wide birth. His senses attuned to everything in the hangar in case the situation went south.

"You have to give society a chance to catch up. Thats the difference between us Empress, you see your power as a right to seize control and enforce. My power is to be used to help, I lead by example. Yes, the government will stumble in their pursuit of the ideals I follow. That is their right, and they deserve the chance to make mistakes and rectify them. I serve to allow them to have that chance, even as they try to control us further. I know they attempted to pass a bill to make us sign a list, had it passed I would have. I know their annexations are terrible excuses at expansion, and I wish I could blame you but I can't. The galaxy isn't perfect, and they will fail at times. Can't you see it's not our job to make them do as we wish, but to allow them to grow?"

Darron paused, and gripped his sabers further.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

NICKEL ONE - MUNITIONS FACILITY
@[member="Darren Brunswick"] @Phylis Alince @Ardak Serifen @Siobhan Kerrigan @Ankh'su'namun @Darth Apparatus @Darth Moridin @Jesta @Jinn Sibot

Something grabbed Mikhail's foot. The helm swung down to see the verpine on the ground, raising a vibroknife to stab into an unprotected portion of the Sith's leg. Shorn's eyes widened in alarm and his concentration slipped. Mikhail's grip on the Senator loosened just enough to allow him a gasp of air. And then Mikhail brought his lightsaber down on the verpine's arm, severing it at the elbow. A thrust went through the back of the verpine's head, killing it instantly.

Mikhail turned his probably unwanted attention back to Senator Brunswick. He no longer sought to kill him. He attempted to lift the man into the air with his Force Choke. "How much is your life worth to you Senator?" Derriphan hungered for blood. "Consider yourself my hostage, or I think I might just finish killing you. Am I clear?"

By now, the squad of Verpine and the Sith representative had made it to the anterior railcar, boarded it, and landed in the hangar bay. They were subduing two lone guards, which they killed with some sense of regret overriden by a higher sense of purpose. The verpine commandeered a shuttle and the sith representative began to board.

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden stepped forrward eyes on the ground, Darkestnite blade igniting to its full length. Instantly though, the blade began forming shadows around them at an alarming rate. He knew his master was nearby, but he had spotted the Zeltron Jedi and began walking in his direction. Whether his Master helped him or not, the course of action was already decided.

In the dull pulsing light of the black blade, mixed with the red lights from the siren,he looked very menacing to even the most experienced fighters. That was the purpose of his Demon Armor, "I am Zaiden James, Dark Jedi Knight and Hand to the Empress. I would like to know your name before I kill you." He called, barely loud enough to be heard due to the facialplate on his armor. It made the voice so demonic it was unnatural.

The shadows around him began to swirl and dance of their own accord, around himself though and never straying far.

@[member="Jaxton Ravos"] @[member="Eldoc Quasat"]

 

[Sophia Walsh]

@[member="Jonathan Walsh"]

Grabbing her comm she thought about how she ought to even address her father. Would it be dad or Admiral as it was both. This was a battle but honestly she couldn't call him Admiral with a straight face without cracking up still. He would always be dad to her plan and simple and she knew that he wouldn't mind it. “Dad, was there anywhere specific you wanted me to head towards? If you want I could just stay with the others or I could you know go off on my own. I’m more likely to find something that way. I can go wherever you need me.” That also included his ship if he wanted/needed her up there. She knew that he wasn't too keen on her flying around up in a fighter of all things during this battle. She didn't always listen to him but out here he could see more than she could.

 

[Sal Katarn]

OPEN SPACE, RIGHT WING OF THE BATTLEFIELD NEAR NICKEL ONE

The enemy broke off their attacks, leaving the Adjudicator and its Rampant-class Monitor escorts a brief respite as they regrouped with the flotilla. The Praetor now had under his command two Pellaeons, the Adjudicator and the Arbiter; four anemoi-class corvettes, Zephyr, Boreus, Hyperborean, and the Red Hail; and six Rampant-class Assailant Monitors, Imperturbable, Indefatigable, Implacable, Phalanx, Testudo, and the Steady. The vessels grouped into formation. The Rampants spread out to the front and sides in a semi-circle, with the Anemois spaced in between them and a little bit behind, while to the rear were the Arbiter and damaged Adjudicator.

The Rampants acted as a sort of shield wall for the larger ships, while the Anemoi stood ready to eviscerate any starfighters which flew over them. The two Pellaeons would act in essence as large missile boats with their advanced mass driver launchers which gave them significantly extended range over comparable proton torpedo launchers. This formation could alternately be used to ram straight into the enemy, or bombard them from a distance. Seth was currently deciding which method to use.

As so often happened in the midst of battle, plans changed. Rather than continue to assault G99 as he originally intended, Seth began moving his flotilla around Nickel One, where he would wait. He eyed Velok's Pellaeons guarding the generator. The Sith Lord was, by all accounts, quite capable. Yet, the Praetor preferred a sure thing. His ships waited, the engineers preparing to divert all power to the engines for the surprise to come. Shorn eyed the approaching Echani flotilla, while sensors indicated that a second battlegroup was coming up from under Nickel One and headed straight for the generator. Of course, he still had to keep in mind Omega Pyre and associates. Admiral Walsh was still back there defending the station, but a sudden break through by a Charon had forced him into a perilous position.

The adamantine eyes watched the hologram of the battlefield, ships winking out of existence ever so sporadically. The Praetor bided his time carefully.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Images flashed in her mind, she could see every battle through the eyes of each combatant. Everyone trying to survive, trying to accomplish what they had come to do and others shut her out. Anaya's face flashed in her mind and the woman cut her off as quickly as she could. Spencer had hoped they were beyond that, but there was something more to this. @[member="Anaya Fen"] 's presence left her and despite the desire to reach out for her Spencer allowed the retreat and focused her efforts on those that accepted her. Familiar tugs on her force aura made her focus on them, she kept her connection being a source of emotional feed for all the Sith to pull from. She felt their emotions and intensified them pushing them back through the force through the meditation. Unlike the Jedi, calm and peace was something that the Sith did not need. Power was what made them tick, the strive to sacrifice everything to gain the power or power over something. Spencer knew this, she had tasted it while training under the Sith Masters.

A voice entered her mind, the man questioned her backing of the Sith. Spencer knew who this man was and she mused over the idea of attacking his mind in this state. He questioned her and he looked for her, but Kamon Vondiranach wouldn't find his daughter. Spencer found his force aura though the haze of others and recognized what he was trying to do. He was here to fight the Sith fend them off with the Republic. Once again, his choices were going to hurt their relationship. Her message to him would be filled with sadness not anger. She was angry with him, but more so she was upset that all he saw was the current of the Sith around her instead of seeing how she had changed. Like she explained to @[member="Darron Wraith"], the reason she's still alive is because of @[member="Ashin Varanin"].

Can you see any where past your own ambitions @[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]? Can't you see what is going on here? There's a reason for everything and if they decide to search for blood and glory I will not be the voice to stop them. What are you doing here? What makes you hunting the Sith so much better? From your actions you've proven yourself to be selfish and you're no better than the Sith. You hunt them for their blood -- an eye for an eye father? I pray to the Force that you survive this battle so you can hopefully learn the lesson I'm providing you with. I'm protecting the people that have taken me in -- that have given me a home. I'm here because the Empress is the only reason I'm still able to make my own choices. She has never abandoned me.

Spencer continued to feel the Sith and the Imperials accept her guidance and she was filled with more of their emotions. Ultimately she had become a battery for the fight. Her words of encouragement continued to fill their minds as she pushed on the emotional surges to them. Her own now filling the men and women fighting for the Empire. There was one person she was searching for she continued to expand her tendrils looking for her, the one person she cared for to survive. While she searched her mind fell deeper into the meditation. Along with the tendrils of the auras dancing with each other, melting into one giant being, a sound echoed faintly at first. Spencer focused on the sound as she started to hear different instruments echo through the Force. She remembered this, she remembered the way the music sounded, though this time it was not the calming orchestra of the Force. It was harsh and she reached out for the strands that she watched being invisibly plucked. She knew where the harmonization had gone wrong. As she reached out something stopped her. She couldn't touch it, pulling back she knew what this meant. The harmonization was supposed to be this way and she wondered if this was what she had done with Ashin when she first learned about the fates.

The music was harsh, but she knew that she couldn't change it. She felt her hands against the mat and once again her mind shifted searching again for the aura. It didn't take much longer, she had found the familiar aura and soon her own force tendrils welcomed the joining and she melded with Ashin. Like they had done so many times before, Spencer allowed the woman to pull from her if she needed the strength. Spencer sensed the aura that Ashin was near, she recognized it before and her heart raced. This was the part of fate she could not change and she fully understood it. Her attention remained on that fight, but the others she needed to help them find their way out. The fighters that were in the space around her, the admirals everyone fighting for the Sith cause would be able to see things they never have been able to before. The right choice, their gut feeling would be given to them by the force. A new found trust in their instincts would rage inside of them. The force gave them the right paths for safety and for victory.

The Force was more than just a silly religion, it gave life and it guided the dead to peace or to Chaos.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

SPACE

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From the outskirts of the raging battle, a behemoth ship descends upon the toiling mortals. "The Corpulence" drops out of Hyperspace in all its bulk, the Charon-class Harbinger of Destruction held the largest of Sith Lords, Head of the Dark Council, Darth Voracitos. He was late to the party, but now it would all come to end it. The Dark Lord was feeling very strong today, very confident, overly arrogant. This would be pronounced as the battle of the century, the beginning of a new end, with the Empire and its leaders ruling for all time. With an inhuman smile, Darth Voracitos sat at the helm of his ship, watching the the destruction unfold before him through the view of his bridge.

It charged through the blackness of space, its larger than life bulk unfit for the battle within the asteroids. But the battle of this day was of little concern the huge man, today he sought a larger prize. Launching an every fighter and bomber he had in stock into the fight as he plowed through the asteroids towards his target, following in the path of the current Sith Empress, @[member="Ashin Varanin"].

 

[Rekali the Hutt]

NICKEL ONE MUNITIONS FACILITY
@[member="Darren Brunswick"] @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @[member="Ankh'su'namun"] @[member="Thadd Zarr"] @[member="Phylis Alince"] @[member="Darth Moridin"] @[member="Darth Apparatus"] @Jesta

Ardak watched, with repeater in hand as the Senator poorly lead an assault of soldiers, and was being held in the air, choked by the Sith. As the Sith choked the man the Sith-Sympathetic Verpine Loyalist ran away, lead by an escort of other insectiod creatures.

Sorry Senator, but the mission comes first. Ardak said in his mind, and raised his repeater, which fired standard plasma bolts and would not have been affected by the Sith's telekinesis, and opened fire on the squad, killing many of his escort and leaving the Sith Loyalist with a chink in his metaphorical armor of guards.

 

[Darren Brunswick]

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MUNITIONS FACILITY - NICKEL ONE

His vision almost went black, but then the grip on his neck seemed to loose ever so slightly, allowing the Kuati senator to gasp for breath. After much of his vision was recovered, Brunswick wished it hadn't returned so quickly. Infront of him he witnessed a gruesome sight: the Sith Lord severed the Verpine's arm, and with a swift thrust, seemed to have destroyed its head. The senator closed his eyes as the Verpine screamed then died.

"How much is your life worth to you Senator?" Brunswick opened his eyes again to glare at the Sith Lord that had him up in the air, his feet dangling a few feet above the ground. He could still pressure on his neck, and knew that the Sith could easily end his life in a flash if he chose to. "Consider yourself my hostage, or I think I might just finish killing you. Am I clear?" After a pause of hesitation and silent cursing at himself for putting himself into the situation, Darren nodded slightly, not bothering to waste his breath. Brunswick dropped his twin blaster rifles in somewhat of a signal of surrender. But he knew that he still had a grenade left in his coat's pocket. He'd use it to take down the Sith infront of him, even if it meant endangering his own life. Sure, the Sith would easily bounce back his grenade using the Force, but it could give Brunswick a chance to escape... Suddenly without any warning, Brunswick summoned his remaining energy and threw the grenade at the Sith Lord.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

NICKEL ONE MUNITIONS FACILITY
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While Mikhail continued to force choke the Senator, the remaining platoon manning the windows of the facility opened fire on the Arkanian below. They were excited to finally unleash their frustration upon a being not of their own kind. So many of their own dead... and all because of people like this Arkanian. Lancets of plasma began spattering the ground around Ardak, spraying splinters of duracrete and leaving scorch marks as the entire remaining two squads of eight verpine each opened fire on the Arkanian.

Shorn glanced to the side, noting the arrival of a new presence and promptly sent out a single bolt of lightning from his hand not currently occupied in choking Brunswick. The lightning crackled toward Ardak before spreading out into multiple, thinner prongs like a shotgun blast. It wouldn't kill, but it would pack a wallop.

His attention suddenly turned to the senator as he felt a prickle of danger sense. He cut off the lightning attack just before the Senator tossed a grenade at him. At this distance, it would probably kill the Senator and/or seriously injure Mikhail, even with his phrik armor. Yet Shorn felt a will to fight within him. He would not so easily drop the Senator.

He batted the grenade back toward the Senator with a light tap of telekinesis, still holding the man aloft in the force. The grenade sailed toward the ground at Brunswick's feet with an ominous silence.