Fly High, Die High - GR Invasion Of OS Ord Mirit

[Darth Ophidia]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective: B.
Location: Section 7.
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Jardo Snow"], [member="Darth Ferus"].
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Zaren Bouqi"].
Gear:

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Lightsabre.

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[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Hidden Blade[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Assassin Armour[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Portable Shield,[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] DL-44 heavy blaster, and a vibrodagger.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]

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[SIZE=9pt]Their target was literally blown away behind a Force energy. She turned sharply and with Force imbued speed – another hallmark skill of the Sith Assassins – she followed Darth Ferus into the fray a second time. To keep out of the Sith Lord’s way, she arched her path and approached the Zaren Bouqi from the side left. While Darth Ferus attacked with heavy, force-imbued blows, Ophidia would take a different approach. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Every armour had joints and openings. The back of the knees, the ankles, the wrists, the armpits, sometimes the elbows. Or else the wearer would not be able to move, thus everywhere there was movement there was also chance of penetration. Between the hammering blows of Darth Ferus, Ophidia would be a thorn in the Jedi's side.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]When Ferus came bearing down on the Jedi with his horizontal swing, she came around the left with a quick strike of her lightsabre aimed at the side and back of the Jedi’s knee. Her one-handed strikes were enough to sever armourweave and similar soft substances, but not enough to break the stance of his feet by sheer force.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE]

 

[Kana Truden]

Objective B
Wide open fields, far away from you.
Enemy: [member="Darth Carach"]
Allies: 1v1, so none.

The Jedi Master remained on her arms and knees as the pain from memories long suppressed was starting to take it’s toll. Her chest hurt as if her very heart had broken again. It caused her no ease of breath, no calm and no solace. Once again she felt alone, she had for a long time. Kana had always had one man she could turn to but to her ever growing disappointment she had been told by the doctors that his armless figure had been a figment of her imagination. It didn’t matter how hard she tried to prove them otherwise, they all refused to listen.

Her entire body shook and she fell over without realising her control over her body had been restored. The man had let her go. She remained still as she finally seemed to gain a measure of peace. A deep breath and exhale parted her lips and with a slow push she got herself up from the ground. She wrapped her arms around her legs. Her breath had stopped stuttering. In it’s place came the heavy panting as if she had woken up out of a bad dream only to find the morning fog was kicking in.

Her hand placed itself on her knee as with another push she stood up from the ground.

A hand ran down her face. It was... Just a dream.

Her mind thought on what she had just experienced. The memories she had tried to suppress and the man on the outside. For a moment her eyebrows furrowed in contemplation. Flashes of scenes faded in and out of the fog around her mind. Each of them bringing back memories of what she had done and why. She had no idea why or even how she could feel this easy about it. It was almost like being in someone else’s mind, but not quite.

Scene for scene passed her by for reasons she wasn’t sure of. The memories continued flashing and for each flash she began thinking, analyzing. What had made her escape? In the end she didn’t just see a sad kid, she saw an angry kid. An angry woman, but she wasn’t mad at the world. She was mad at herself. Anger for not doing anything earlier, rage because of the years she spent in solitude wondering exactly what she had done wrong.

And guilt, because she couldn’t let it all go.

It was a revelation she didn’t want. To know that deep down, Kana was always driven by her anger. Maybe not always, but the idea had resurfaced by the ounces lately. With Ruusan the fire was revived and with that came the dream that one day, someday soon.

She would end them.

Kana would end every single one who had wronged her and made her into the wreck she had grown up on. It was like a small note etched into the back of her mind, an urge, a desire. She had seen the news about Elias, of course she had. The man had seen success yet where was Kana? Kana had been stuck in an Order that insisted on sending her to situations that more often than not almost brought her death. An order that sent her to bring death, and in the end brought death back to all the people she cared about, the people that she loved.

Her teeth gritted. The pattern was starting to clear. Kana was angry at herself, angry for all the years she forced herself to put up with. Angry with the way everything had played out, but most of all angry at the Order. She wasn’t a soldier, she had been a store clerk before being whisked away from certain death. Guilt played into that. She eventually began to teach students whom were promptly sent to their death as well. A bunch of kids, far younger than herself and those too were sent to their death not knowing that in the end their lives meant nothing.

Oh Kana began to see it all the more clear. She wasn’t the problem here, nor was her family or the way she was brought up. It was the Order and the way they insisted on war, insisted on getting her killed, insisted on getting those she loved killed and no matter how she spun that tale she couldn’t come up with any good reason for it.

Her hand curled up into a fist. The Order lied and deceived, it was no better than the enemy it was sent out to fight and only too soon did Kana realise it. Her nails dug into the palms of her hands. Her lips thinned and her eyes closed as her eyebrows tried to cover her world in darkness.

“What is it that you want?” A broken mind would call out for the man on the outside.

 

[Komo]

Objective: B
Location: Sector 9
Allies: One Sith |[member="Vengeance"]
Enemies: Galactic Republic | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]| [member="Vol Nanna"]
Gear: Lightsaber, Outfit, DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle

The battle had finally began as the Shistavanen ignited his blade as well. Guessed she was right after all, he did indeed wished to had a fight. Despite all his words after not wanting a battle, this was what it came down to. Greta smiled sardonically at the furred creature as she tossed an arbitrary remark at him. "Guess your will to avoid battle wasn't so strong after all, Jedi."

The Sith acolyte had made to emphasise on the last word, noting the peace-loving nature of the creature's order, the Sith's sworn enemy. He then began to roar, an unpleasant and jarring sound. What horrible noise! Was he intending to intimidate her with that? All that made her felt was more disgusted and boosted her motivation to defeat the unsightly creature.

The Jedi then began his first move of the duel, sending his lightsaber spinning in a whirling disc of blue fury towards her. The blonde acolyte leapt out of the way of the spinning weapon, her already acute reflexes honed by years of Sith military training, now further imbued and enhanced by the force. She did not block to block or parry the blow.

It was coming at such a speed, that blocking such a move would be detrimental to her counterattacks, as Greta would find herself hard-pressed to defend against what came next. Thus she had made the decision. And thank the Dark Lord for that, as after the whirling saber, her keen eyes picked up the movement of a large object that was to be the furred creature himself, hurtling towards her all the ferocity of a flying wolf.

Raising her lightsaber up with one hand, Greta stretched out the other, before dragging a nearby durasteel crate through force telekinesis into the leaping creature. If he avoided the first one, she would send another his way. After all, they were in a fuel supply depot, there were plenty of crates to be found in the room. Durasteel were pretty durable as well, and wolves belong on the ground, not the air, and she would make him realise that lest he thinks himself a flying wolf. Flying Jedi. Pfft. What would they came up with next? Crawling Jedi?

Oh, that she would pay to see.

 

[Ameli Trahir]

Objective: B
Location: B - 4
Allies: [member=Sena Lassiter] and [member=Tes Dralyn]
Enemy: This is you, [member=Andras Garon]!
Gear:

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Uhm..... Lightsaber? Some fancy robes. Yeah, that's about it

[SIZE=9pt]Know how to not-die? "So far I've been doing pretty well at that" So far. "Yeah. How hard can it be, right? It's just murder." We'll learn right quick though. Probably. "Armour can't stop a lightsaber, right?" Ameli replied with a smirk. Oh how little she knew. Hopefully Sena could set her straight before she ran off and did something stupid.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Checking out their opposition, Ameli's thoughts resembled those of Sena. He looked tough. No doubt he would prove to be a good challenge. He seemed stronger than the guys she normally wrestled with. That was alright though, she could use an upgrade. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She smirked seeing what Sena was up to, and Ameli went into a similar character. "I think you're right." Ameli unclipped her own lightsaber, though unlike Sena, she didn't ignite hers. "I think he wants to go home. Do you want to go home? We can show you the way..." she gave the hilt of her lightsaber a little twirl. The blonde girl had a thick Imperial accent, and a tone full of mockery. "Too young? Why, you'll just have to try to keep up old man!" do your worst. She gave him a playful wink, showing she would not be intimidated. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Then he decided to be rude. Their line of sight was cut off with a smoke grenade, laying it on thick. Luckily the duo wasn't completely blind, as they would still be able to sense his presence in the Force. However, Ameli had a feeling Sena was better equipped for that sort of thing than she was. "Guess he's not gonna roll over. We'll do like Anaxes?" she asked, looking over to her friend. "Ready? Too bad" she grinned, this time she was the one to break off before Sena could reply. Then she darted off to the side, splitting up. There was no reason to give him an easy target, right? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Despite the smoke, he appeared to have a pretty clear view on where she was going. Was he Force Sensitive too? He couldn't shoot at both at once, and Ameli seemed to be drawing most of his fire. Hopefully this meant Sena was freed up to do her thing. The girl winced as his bullets grazed her, cutting open her fine, dark robe. She normally didn't like wearing the Sith garments, though somehow she had found the hooded robe in a silky-smooth edition. Now he was making holes in it! The nerve. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Ameli continued her run to the side, but then more bullets hit her, carving into her body, making her cry out in pain. A salvo knocked her in the leg, having her fall forwards and slide forwards on the floor, a little stream of blood colouring the path behind her.[/SIZE]

 

[Vol Nanna]

PC Template
Objective: B
Location: B-9
Allies: The Republic
Enemies: The One Sith, [member='Greta Kohler']

Gear: Lightsaber, Torn Battle Robe.


The Sith was smart, rational, and airing over Vol’s blade and his body. With no reaction in sight Vol grew suspicious. Was she testing him? Not a likely idea judging by the crate coming to knock him out of the sky. Vol matched the movement with his eyes and twirled manipulating his momentum and in reaching out to the force attempted to push the crate back. Too little, too late, and too heavy. He had managed to decrease the speed of the crate, and therefore the ferocity of the impact but that wasn’t enough to stop the two hits he received. The first hit, the crate to his body. The second hit, his body to the wall. The first one had hurt but not as much as the surprise of the second. It knocked the wind out of him but Vol stood strong. He was a talented healer and instinctively manipulated the force for the betterment of his body. It wasn’t a permanent solution but it would get him through until later, If there was a later.

Vol quickly got to his hands and feet, using all fours enabled him faster speeds than any human without directly using the aid of the force. And he used that to his advantage as he threw himself out of the way of the second crate. His peripherals caught attention of his lightsaber that had stopped flying once he had to deal with the crates. He reached out through the force bringing his lightsaber through the air and to his hands in the wide stance common of Ataru. Still planning on being the aggressor Vol walked toward his enemy at an easy pace, catching his breath as he waited for her to land. Silent and determined, Vol held his blade willing for victory or at the least a chance to live to fight another day.

 

[Disciple]

[member="Norrin Fulk"]
Objective: B
Location: 1
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Norrin

"Let's you and I even the playing field..." the droid giggled. While the man wasn't going anywhere any time soon, Disciple knew there wouldn't be any fun in there. Instead, he would do the next best thing. He'd force them both to enter Norrin's mind. Entirely. It was a simple matter of forcing his way down through the man's mental defenses - this was what Disciple was, after all.

But the fun part was, while doing so, bringing Norrin with.

And then, once they were both firmly entrenched in the mind's man... well, Norrin would find himself in a whitewashed room with Disciple in front of him. The mental image of the droid wasn't standing though - it was sitting on a swing, going to and fro with a laugh on its robotic voice.

"So, Norrin. We're in your mind. I make you a deal. We fight here - winner goes on elsewhere, their actual body primed and fresh for more violence."

Grinning at the man, he continued to swing. "There's a catch, though. No Force, and only melee weapons."

 

[Micah Talith]

Location : B - 7
Objective : Arrive at the depot - Cuff the Blondie
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Timoris"] 1 vs 1
Music: cosmic castaway!
ooc: Jacen would like me to continue, so doing so. He said he'll join later on but I am free to NPC him until he comes back.

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The only reply was a curse and more blaster bolts down range. "Gorram it," Micah would echo, moving behind the woman to cuff the remaining wrist. The snap close gave a bit of a measure relief, ensuring that the cuffs were comfortably snug.

Well that's one worry down.

"Jace, take -- " his voice cut off just as Voidstalker withdrew a stun blaster. The next second saw a single stun bolt aimed at the unconscious woman's back.

The muzzle gave a flash.

"Well that's one way to ensure the lady doesn't wake up soon." his voice would be wry, but there was no time to crack any more jokes. They were in the middle of a battle, and he felt more than saw Aela move into a defensive position out beyond the corridor. He felt danger out in front of him, felt Aela react to it. He couldn't shift his attention right now though. He had to trust Aela could handle herself; even if it was really tugging at the pit of his stomach.

A grunt came as Jacen bent down, taking the unconscious form of one Sith lady over his shoulder. He was not too happy about the decision to take a prisoner of war.

Drawing his saber into his hand again, Micah gave a nod. "Got you covered." he said, just as his saber sprang to life. He got to his feet, panning his gaze to maneuver around the crate.

"To the exit!" he would instruct, catching an all too close bolt on his blade near the hilt, watching it flash down towards a fuel crate, hitting the wall behind it.

Oh heck that was close!

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Objective: B
Location: Section 1
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Darth Atrophia"]
Gear: Saber, Shoto and the Force (what else could any girl ask for?)
Theme: Stuck in the middle of impossible

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwYXiNAzX2A

‘Stuck in the middle of possible
Once more my back is up against the wall
You never seem to want to give in
Your lies are sharp and cutting into me
My heart is locked and you don't have a key
I'm staring at another dead end

I'll find a way
To escape you
I'll find a way
To erase you

Mirror Mirror
What do you see
There's no you there's only me

I need a better way to make it good
That's why I ding my fingers into wood
Let the music pull me through
Can't hear the burn inside of what I play
When all the notes are a bunch of things you say
But you don't want to hear the tune

I found a way
To escape you
I found a way
To embrace you.’

There was an odd symmetry to the two. Yin and yang? Perhaps? True light and dark? Possibly? They’d met before. Some years previously - Corvus remembered the encounter where they didn’t see each other but she’d felt the presence - so cloying and menacing that it left a greasy taste in the mouth.

Their second encounter ended worse for Corvus. A fragment of the Holocron was apparently lodged in her brain — allowed control of her mind twice. Once when tainted on Kashyyyk, where she’d looked to kill the Sith Knight that did it, not as Corvus but as a Dark-sider herself. But she’d saved herself with Force Light. And the second time was when she escaped hell and took the life of a Vong but she was not under control of her mind then. Since then no recurrences, but who knew when it might manifest itself again?

But that second meeting began a strange fascination with the Sith Lord. Part of the Jedi Master wanted to embrace the woman - a bizarre desire to comfort her and try to turn her to the Light. Yet in her heart she knew they were polar opposites and the chances were non-existent. Yet the feeling persisted.

It didn’t help that Corvus was a true student of the Force. Light and Dark were her interest. And for all that he did that was so terrible, Bane was one of her favourite studies. So many of his approaches and training regimes were flawless - and she readily copied them.

And now the Sith’s words were…mesmerising. There was no obvious retort. On another day she’d look to pull up a chair and discuss their meaning fully. Too many Sith and Jedi were lacking in knowledge, so half-hearted in both principles and understanding. Corvus regularly lectured Sith on the battlefield of their poor knowledge of the Sith Code and history. But here was…a worthy opponent. On another day, she’d say she admired her. But now? In the middle of a duel? Not advisable - but the Sith was drawing her into her web - despite the fact her words were of defeating the Jedi Master. Corvus was under her spell. Not in a traditional way - but purely and simply because she had inadvertently identified Corvus’ weakness - her thirst for knowledge.

Many thought to use her sister against her, or the potential death of Jedi or even the fact that so many non-Jedi Force-Users were now allied to the Republic. But none of these affected her. She was a Jedi - first, foremost and only. But she was also a scholar and she simply found the Sith Lord…captivating. Her words promised knowledge and Corvus was thirsty.

And the quieter the Sith spoke, the more Corvus craned to listen. She looked to see how the woman’s words fitted with her knowledge of the Sith. To ascertain who she was most like from the lineage of Sith Lords she’d studied.

And she mentioned Abeloth. Corvus was surprised and…yes, flattered. She was a mere Padawan at the time, this Sith a Lord at her prime even then. As the sabers lowered, Corvus’ eyes were drawn to them. And then the Sith Lord spoke again and Corvus’ gaze returned to her face once more. Were their destinies intertwined? Corvus was a Jedi and did not believe in luck, so perhaps the Force had meant them to be forever meeting? Or maybe something else? Her mind raced - what could it be?

There was no emotion in Corvus’ mind. This was no romantic notion - purely logic and years of study looking for parallels form the millennia of histories she’d read. She wanted to make sense of it all. No she needed to make sense - and it seems the Sith had all the answers.

‘I know you better than you know yourself.’

Yes…that was some sort of proof? To Corvus it was. No sooner had she had a thought than the Sith had answered her. The Jedi cocked her head to one side - clearly mesmerised.

The Sith moved forwards, one foot after another and her blades blurred in motion before pulling short of the Jedi. Corvus did not move to block them, she was oblivious to them.

What was that mantra she’d remembered earlier? Oh yes…Trust in the Force. People will let you down. Governments will let you down. Even you will let you down. But the Force will never let you down.

Even you will let you down.

But the Force will never let you down.

The warning came loud and clear from the Force and Corvus did what she always did when faced with a Force application like this. What she taught every Padawan to do. Go with the flow. So as the Force did not let her down and told her the attack was imminent. The true benefit of Center of Being — a Force Ability so few seemed to study — was that even now, when so clearly outwitted, she was able to fly backwards with a combination of the telekinetic push and her own leap and land back on her feet - albeit some six feet further away from the Sith Lord. She smiled ruefully. “Now that will make a good story at the next Youngling class I take. I commend you.”

“And you still haven’t told me your name. It only seems fair since you seem so obsessed my me.”

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Objective: B
Location: Sector 1/Norrin's Mind
Allies: Himself
Enemies: [member="Disciple"]
Gear: Bah

One second they were in the real world, the next he was in a white washed room and the droid was swinging on a swing. That's when it told him they were inside of his mind. Interesting. Death here was equivalent to death in the real world, though his body would live. Only his mind would be dead. There were some fates that were worse than death, and being trapped inside of your mind was one of those fates. He narrowed his eyes at the droid. Definitely not a real droid. Must be something inside of that armor. He turned and started walking away. This was his mind, after all.

Considering it was his mind, and they were inside of it, he could do with some ability to control it. Yes, he'd been forced inside by the Sith, but that didn't mean that he had to give up full control of everything. For that matter, the control of his mind was a good reason for him to fight. He turned back.

"Fight, then. No games, real battle. If I lose I lose. If I win, I want to know what you are."

Not much of an ultimatum, but this whole battle was strange to him and he wanted to know why. Again, it was his mind and he did have some control over it, despite being invaded by the droid. A sword appeared in one hand, and a long dagger in the other. The dagger held in a reverse grip, the sword held in a one handed on guard position. It was a thin blade, but sharp as could be. In here, it should be sufficient. Assuming that the Sith actually meant to play fair.

 

[Aela Talith]

Objective: B-7
Location: Outside the Depot
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"] | @Saiah | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Jardo Snow"] | [member="Darth Venefica"]
Gear: Drexl Leather Armor, Lightsaber, Covenant Ring, Hair Pins, Bracers
(Posting from my phone, forgive odd spelling or grammar errors)

Time was an interesting thing. Some thought that it flowed only forward, some thought that it flowed only back, yet others knew that neither of these statements were true. The force flowed both ways.

Aela's aunt had a rare skill, a skill that not many knew existed. It was called flow walking. With great time and great concentration one could see the past, the present, and perhaps even parts of the future. Aela had no such skill, she had trained in it, learned it, and had failed in its use every time she had tried. Yet what she did have, was a natural sense of the flow of the force.

She could not see the future, nor could she see the past.

She could not predict what was going to happen, but she could feel the flow of events. The rising tides of war, the swelling waves of darkness, the push of the light against the dark. It was all there, all within her minds eye. In battle, it was all together different. Some called it battle precognition, some called it being in tune with the force, Aela simply knew that it had been with her all of her life.

It was what allowed her to do what she did, to fight in the style that she did, and it was what had allowed her to survive Geonosis, Telti, and now Ord Mirit.

As Veles closed in, his blade stabbing forward, Aela's eyes glazed over for a pinch of a second. She winced as she felt the piercing of her mind, fought by years of training with her Uncle Cameron and her former Sith Sorcerer Father, aided by the Angraal Crystal in her lightsaber. The attack on her mind distracted her, shifted her, and when her body flowed away from Veles, she found that she could not completely stop him.

The searing heat of a lightsaber pierced through her side, tearing away the Drexl leather and cutting into her skin, burning away the flesh on her hip.

Her mouth gaped open, and her free hand lashed out. She reached for the Sith that had stabbed at her, her hand crushing closed to stun him in place, the full weight of her body falling back and way from him as she did so.

 

[Beowoof]

Objective: A for Astronautics
Location: Departing Osprey
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Irys Arist'lar"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"]
Allies: [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Lugus Porkins"], [member="Torin Varik"]
Gear: x12 X/A-66 "Seraph" X-Wing starfighters

A lightning flash of blue scurried up the ladder with lekku flapping wildly with each spring from rung to rung, before tossing herself over the hull and into the cockpit seat of her brand-freakin'-new X/A-66 craft. There was no time to waste. All pilots to their stations. "Angels, this is it. This is freaking it," the pilot called over the squadron comms as she strapped herself in and affixed her helmet, then gave the thumbs-up for the deck crew's locking of the starfighter's canopy. Her R2 unit, Wheezer, chirped behind her in affirmation of the tubby droid's readiness.

The canopy transparisteel was secured in place, separating Sressechka and her astromech from the rest of the universe. Their world consisted only of themselves, this cockpit, and the instruments within. From here on, their object in life was to protect their world from all who would wish to destroy it. That was no light thing to consider. "All wings, report in now. We're going lights-out as soon as we're out of the hangar." A deep breath followed, Angel Leader feeling the intensity of this battle before her fighter was even off the hangar floor. A hearty pump of her fists helped her feel a bit of extra confidence before she ejected from the carrier vessel and into the turbulent sector of this endless void. "Remember we're on the offensive. We're here to win. Take our homes back, boys and girls."

Clearance was granted to the Blazing Angels Squadron and its soon-to-be-initiated Seraph X-Wing fighter, their new mainstay and hopefully a symbol of fear to the opposition for years to come. Her fighter, Fairweather Friend, lifted off the flight deck and retracted its landing gear, propelling towards the maw with help from the hangar tractor beams. "We go in at point-eight to the fray, four fighters to a flight. Then switch on your Sprites as soon as we make contact with enemy fighters. I'll ping you when we're ready to nut in for the Sith command ship. Radio silence from then on.

"May the Force be with us, Angels. It's a pleasure flying with you." With that, Squadron Leader Sressechka toggled the unlocking of her ship's S-foils and marked the two wingmen to her four and five and one to her eight. Onward they streaked for the Techno Union-infected One Sith fleet.

 

[Lassiter]

Objective B
Location: in b4
Enemy: [member="Andras Garon"]
Allies: [member="Ameli Trahir"], [member="Tes Dralyn"]
Gear: Lightsaber, small knife and also an attitude!

Just like Anaxes. The two girls split up and the grin on Sena’s face would say it all. She was impressed but most of all keeping herself from laughter. The girl fired off Sena’s words against her and just like that they pulled the Anaxes Sprint. One girl going each way to divert the gunman’s attention. It wasn’t much too different either. They were two girls and he was just the one man they shouldn’t really have messed with. The only biggest difference was that he was trained in the art, and not even half as cute.

Assumingly, age and the fact that he wore a mask ran deep into that assumption.

But then the pained yelps of her friend called out. Sena’s head perked up in worry as her feet came to a stop. There was no time to act, no time to think. The worry turned into anger and with that the girl set off for the subsiding smoke cloud. The man’s silhouette grew clearer in the dissipating smoke and with a sprint for his body Sena went for a wide sweep as she passed him by.

She was however by no means a girl of extraordinary physique. The blow would come across as weak or even clumsy. However, the saber attack was not the purpose of this maneuver. The telekinetic push that quickly followed it was and as Sena extended her hand to let the force shove the man away from her and her friend.

“You okay?” Sena called out to Ameli as worry seeped into every word she spoke. “We’ll get him, come on. Up on your feet.”

 

[Darth Veles]

Objective: B
Location: Section 7
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Darth Ophidia"], [member="Jardo Snow"]
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Zaren Bouqi"]

The Jedi’s fortunate turn might have saved her from clutches of the Void this time; Avreet was just getting started though. Shredding the cloak of darkness that enveloped his body, his physical form became visible again, the humming of lightsaber audible. The Jedi’s turn continued and within fraction of second she started gaining distance. Veles did not remain standing still either; retracting his lightsaber ever so slightly, the Sith Lord reached out with his free hand as his body rushed towards the Jedi, the entire scene resembling a gentlebeing racing against time to grab his lady and save her from stumbling and falling.

Avreet’s augmented muscles allowed the Sith Lord to move with surprising speed, one that rivalled Force users utilizing Teras Kasi, something unexpected to be displayed by a Sith “diplomat” as Veles often jokingly called himself. Webbed claws swiftly moved to catch the Jedi’s wrist of her outstretched hand and firmly grab it. At the same moment, Avreet’s blade was on the move again, rising in an upwards arch, a product of a slight flick of Veles’ wrist and elbow, the slash headed towards the woman’s with an unforgiving speed and devastating intent of removing the arm just above the elbow.

Ice cold claws dug into the Darth’s brain and his body felt as if he stepped into a freezing shower, but the effects advanced no further, clashing against the Sith Lord’s strong will and failing to penetrate the shield of honour he had created for himself, the strict mantra that made him incorruptible to the Dark Side’s sweet promises and resistant to powers such as this.

He had trained and survived Darth Zarrah’s unforgiving training on Korriban, emerging as the only Togruta’s student to ever succeed, earning the right to call himself Sith. Each day of all those long years he had spent training under the wise woman, Avreet grew stronger in both body and mind as his beloved Sith Witch pushed towards perfection of both. All experience and scars gained in many battles that followed the Sith’s knighting only added to the Mon Cal’s power, strengthening him both physically and mentally. It would be a lie though to say Venefica’s continuous onslaught on the Jedi Master’s mind did not help at all though, stealing away a portion of focus that could have been used to empower the Jedi’s stun.

Even now, so far away from his red skinned Goddess, he wielded the hilt containing a very special crystal; one created by Zarrah’s passion and love for her amphibious apprentice, awarded to him when he killed his first Jedi. The Togruta did not have to physically be there to help her dear student, as the love for her continued to blossom in Avreet’s heart. He was doing this for her, being her hand, an extension of her will. His muse, his inspiration, his idol, his teacher, his guide, his mistress, his queen, his empress, his goddess, Zarrah the Wisest, the greatest of all Sith!

The whizz of plasma was short, sweet, as it sung its sad song about a Jedi Master who fought battles that weren’t her own and thought her wisdom was great and her power greater, capable of defeating any opponent and overcoming any challenge – and as in all good stories, it ended with the arrogant Jedi paying a heavy price for her arrogance. Now, with her mind slowly ripped apart by a Sith Lady, her physical body suffering the same fate at hands of a Sith Lord – both of her opponents vastly more powerful than herself, it was time for the Jedi Master to reach the end of the story and pay in blood, a cruel, yet just price.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6666669845581px]Objective: B[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][member="Kana Truden"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And then suddenly she would be let go, his own tendrils of might releasing its hold on her reforged mind and giving her the time to breath in the change of… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]perspective[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]. Such was the way of one Darth Carach, Lord of Freedom, he did not appreciate to keep people locked up forever - some… had the potential immediately and others needed to be trained.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]This one?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]There was power in her heart, unlocked now and she only needed to grab it to assume control over her own destiny. Would she do it? Would she turn herself away from the madness and become someone that could be respected?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]That would be her own choice.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Be better than you were.” the Voice would reply simply, before turning away from her and walking off, leaving her with her own thoughts.[/SIZE]

 

[Cryax Bane]

*redacted*

 

[Komo]

Objective: B
Location: Sector 9
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Galactic Republic | [member="Vol Nanna"]
Gear: Lightsaber, Outfit, DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle

The Shistavanen Jedi was alot stronger than she had gave him credit for. The durasteel crates, although unexpected had only managed to delay him a little as it slammed into his body. The wolf creature hit the wall with a bang, and Greta would have thought that he would have been hurt by the slam, but the Jedi seemed unfazed by the blow. He got up as quickly as it happened, lopping towards the blonde acolyte on all fours at great speed.

The spinning saber that he had thrown earlier had now been recalled back to the Jedi as he prepared for a new attack of his own. What a rather aggressive Jedi he was. Was he really a Jedi? The Jedi she knew weren't all that aggressive, definitely not like the one she faced here. They were peace-loving folks, and fought only to defend and protect while keeping their emotions in check. This Shistavanen on the other hand, seemed to fight for the thrill of battle, letting his emotions run free with the pace of battle.

Suspiciously puzzling.

The snow white wolf creature was silent now, no longer the snarling and growling creature it was earlier. It seemed to be focused now. Perhaps it was keeping its emotions in check now. The acolyte had came up with a new strategy. One of a different approach.

Greta would not be the aggressor this day. Taken aback by the turn of events, she had decided to switch back into a more defensive position, in a bid to counter the moves of the aggressive Jedi attacker. Whipping her saber about in a flourish, Greta readied her weapon as she got ready for whatever would come next.

 

[Kenrath]

PC Template
Objective: Defend the fuel depot. (Objective B)
Location: Room 9.
Allies: One Sith and allies
Enemies: [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]
Gear: Standard Dark robes and Red blade Light Saber.


NPC Template

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Unit: Sith Trooper Platoon
Strength: 30 Trooper
Objective: Providing interesting background for Vengeance.
Location: Room 7 of the Fuel Depot in defensive positions.

Vengeance side stepped the vertical slash towards his stomach not expecting the sudden burst of light that followed it. He half jumped and half stumbled back a few more steps not seeing but hearing the blaster shot impact on the ground where his foot had been a split second earlier. Cursing slightly His hand shoot out launching three short burst of Force lightening. One where he last saw where she had been standing, one to the left of where she had been, and one to the right of where she had last been.

Vengeance tried his best to shake off the blinding effects of the ability starting to chuckle.

"You are only postponing the inevitable Jedi." "Parlor trips will only buy you time but won't grant you victory."

He shook his head attempting to force his vision to clear raising his saber up.

"Resorting to blasters................so uncivilized for a Jedi." "It shows your weakness, your inability to fight on your own skill."

He chuckled.

"Tsk tsk tsk little Jedi how incomplete your training must be." "It's a shame nobody values you enough to teach you properly."

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Noble-class Star Defender Agincourt
Allies: [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Lugus Porkins"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Torin Varik"] | [member="Sressechka"]
Enemies: [member="Irys Arist'lar"] | [member="Nulgath Zardai"]
Objective: A

Admiral Quee watched the ships begin to move and shift their positions. In many ways, it was a sort of dance as the two sides began to jockey for their positions. The two squadrons of Republic warships moved closer together, solidifying both their formation and their firepower. The blonde warily eyed the allied Techno Union and One Sith starships as they moved, especially taking note of the wings of attack craft that seemed to rolling up the flanks of the battlefield. If the man wasn't careful, they'd likely be pouring in to attack his vulnerable sides and aft, though by keeping his own starfighters and screening ships relatively close together, the threat was somewhat lessened, but it still was not ideal. His eyes rested on the the glowing tactical map and didn't move for several seconds as he considered his options. He briefly pursed his lips inwards before turning his gaze towards the ship's flight controller.

"Launch the asset, and initiate the phantom fleet."

Finally testing it out in a combat situation...the Maker help us...The man briefly typed in a few more commands, signalling the Champion-class Star Destroyer Admiral Ackbar to initiate its jump to the battle. He glanced at his chrono...It'll be several minutes before she arrives...but that doesn't mean there won't be a chance to fire... He cleared his throat.

"Communications, inform the rest of the fleet that the column of grids from 1005 to 1019 are now a no flight zone."

"Aye sir."

Now to just line up the right shots...He quickly stopped himself. I have to do one more thing before I get too preoccupied with that. He quickly sent off a set of contigency orders to the gunners on the Scipio who were manning the gravity well projector on that vessel.

***​

Eidolon-class Transport Null One, exiting the Agincourt's hangar...

The transport jetted out of the star destroyer's comparatively miniscule hangar bay and into open space. Almost immediately, a quartet of Dodonna-class Interceptors off of the Watchdog passed overhead. Lieutenant Keyes glanced at their arrowhead-shaped hulls and wondered if they knew what they were about to do. She glanced at her sensor screen, noting that the interceptors had activated their sensor jammers according to plan. A minute passed before she reached her first target zone, where she tapped a button. A single Mimic Sensor Decoy dropped out of her ship's hull before activating, turning into the visage of a Utopia-class Corvette. One of the interceptors dropped back to escort the phantom corvette as the trio of interceptors continued forward, unknowingly accompanied by the stealth transport. They repeated the same procedure several more times before the Null One returned the Agincourt's hangar bay for refueling and reloading decoys. It now appeared that a group of four Utopia-class Corvettes had been deployed in front of the current array of republic warships.

***​

Noble-class Star Destroyer Agincourt, Ord Mirit System

"You really think it's going to work?"

"I don't know," said the blonde man, "but we'll see how they take it."

"I'll admit, I've never seen us ever jam a group of signals that we created..."

Gir nodded, "Neither have I, but we can't let them know for sure what's there, but I'll be betting that their commander is pretty suspicious of it all. I'm not up to date on Techno Union sensors, but I'm not entirely sure if they can detect cronau radiation while being jammed...but then again, Cronau radiation isn't always easily detected either, judging by our stasis probe tests. I guess we'll have to see if they bite or not..."

The man quickly glanced at his console's screen, but there was no new message from the incoming Admiral Ackbar. His eyes briefly rested on the signal status, which showed that the ship's continued to maintain a solid communications link through their hyperwave transceiver. Hopefully their jump will work out just fine...

Summary of Actions:

Spoiler

-Republic warship squadrons move closer together
-Decoys simulating Utopia-class Corvettes deployed at 0906,0907, 1105, and 1107, partially obscured by sensor jamming from Dodonna-class Interceptors
-Champion-class Star Destroyer Admiral Ackbar begins to travel through hyperspace
-Contigency orders relayed to Scipio's gravity well projector operators

Map

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Forces List
Group 1

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Noble-class Star Defender Agincourt (Gir Quee’s flagship)
-11 D25 Dropships
-1 Eidolon-class Stealth transport

1 Centurion-class Battle Cruiser (CO: Taeli Raaf)

Redoubt-class Assault Cruiser Exeter
-52 Narra-class Interceptors

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/28953-metellos-class-carrier-frigate/][/SIZE]Metellos-class Carrier Frigate Dasher (home to Ryan Korr’s starfighter forces)
-12 StealthXs
-18 Scurrg H-6 Bombers
-18 R44 Snubfighters
-12 Shrike U-wings
-4 BT-12 Thunderstrikes

Halberdier-class Intersystem Patrol Craft Watchdog
-4 LLS-3 Dodonna-class Interceptors

Utopia-class Corvette Osprey
-1st Half of Blazing Angel Squadron

Utopia-class Corvette [SIZE=10pt]Harrier[/SIZE]
-2nd Half of Blazing Angel Squadron

Group 2 (currently out of the battlefield) (unobserved)

Group 2 (currently out of the battlefield) (unobserved)

Spoiler

1 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/57073-galactic-republic-champion-class-star-destroyer/]Champion-class Star Destroyer (CO: Shapochka)

 

[Micah Talith]

Location : B - 7
Objective : Moving to Outside the Depot -YOU STABBED MY SISTER YOU CHUFF SUCKING BASTARD!
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"].
Enemies: [member="Darth Timoris"] ( dropping her off!) | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Jardo Snow"] | [member="Darth Venefica"]
Music: Breaking the Habit

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  [SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Circlet of Salee[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Micah's Shock Gauntlets[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Covenant Saber Hilt[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Covenant Rings[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=13.3333333333333px]No more flyaways Hair Pins![/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Micah's Force Tracker Talisman[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Bracers of Salee[/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333333333333px] [/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=13.3333333333333px]1 [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Warden Cloak[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=13.3333333333333px]1 [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Bodo Baas Gunbelt[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=13.3333333333333px]1 [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333333333333px]AEI QQ-571/1C3 Sonic Visualization Eyepiece[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=13.3333333333333px]1 [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Morp Gun[/SIZE]
  
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  [SIZE=13.3333333333333px]Pilfered[/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333333333333px] Energy Bola[/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333333333333px]s[/SIZE]
  

Things never go as expected.

Ever.

Micah felt more than saw Aela's injury, his jaw tensing tightly. The Force Meld that bonded them just a little bit more closer would flow through the Force. Things were different now with Esmae. Changed.

"Jace!" he went moving towards the exit, his hand sweeping across his neck in a gesture that said to drop the extra baggage. She was cuffed in anti force user bindings and they already had her sabers. Blondie was out for the count.

Micah went surging forward, giving himself more maneuvering and swinging space to concentrate on closing the distance between him and his sister. There was another helping her. He didn't know the stranger's name, but the Talith was grateful that Esmae wasn't alone.

A few bolts came his way, and he concentrated on those attackers. He focused on batting bolt after bolt back into those ranks, seeing one, two, three of the sith soldiers fall. A few more volleys came his way, but he would redirect the fiery bolts to the closest Sith. ([member="Darth Venefica"])

As soon as he would move to attack, his Force Tracking Talismen would flare to life. Like a Tashi Force Bond Tracker, when Micah was in close mental or physical contact with his target, he would get some degree of awareness as to the proximity, distance, and emotional state of sapients that have a strong force bond with the target, such as family, friends, apprentices, masters, and close combat buddies. In other words, upon engaging in conflict with Venefica, he would get fleeting impressions of related opponents on approach from other angles.​

The Force would flare a map within the Talith's mind, giving him the first few strokes of the layout before him.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Objective B
Section : 9
Enemies: [member="John Hunt"]

John Hunt did not slip by so easily undetected. Instead, twin orbs of bright crimson would narrow from under the Yuuzhan Vong crab armor Darth Nephthys wore. It had been treated with the Bafforka worm, ensuring that her armor would not seize under the treacherous pollen from Ithor.

Wrapped around her waist was her singular Hydrastaff, whose five heads were tucked into the straight onyx tresses that lay flat against her shoulders and back, hidden from sight. Only she would hear the subtle hiss of their forked tongues, and all the better. Her left hand was cybernetic, and within it held a special surprise should she choose to use it. She had her black yorrik coral dual saber, one she could easily twist and snap in half for a jar kai style of fighting.

Despite all this, the tiny Darth would seemingly appear like a youngling playing dress up. She was all of 1.5 meters tall. Petite. Were it not for her mask, that childlike visage would appear stoically innocent, with only the barest mar of scars scattered over the right side of her face.

Silently she stood, watching the young teenager.

Seething in the power of the Darkside of the Force as it grew within her.