Fool Me Once - TSE Dominion of Rychel

[Alina Tremiru]

Objective One
Darth Strosius
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Ironically Vong were a perfect enemy for Alina to try out her new skills on. She couldn't affect them with her core ability of force negation, given they were Force Dead, but the other skill she picked up. In a blur of movement the Acolyte joined the masked figure she'd come to know rather well in the past months. "On your left!" She went low towards one of the two Vong Alisteri had lept at, bringing her fists up. In a quick series of blows she cracked armor and broke it's jaw, sending it sprawling to the ground.

Behind her more of the Sith Imperials charged forward, a bit behind her given the burst of speed she'd used. She bounced back in a full boxer stance, hoping on her feet. "You all good? Calvary has arrived!"

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective One
Alina Tremiru
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The acolyte's blade met the staff of his opponent, his eye widening as he saw the other Vong suddenly get knocked on the ground by a familiar blur. "Alina?" His moment of surprise almost allowed the warrior that he was facing to swing his staff around and land a blow on his head, but Alisteri ducked just in time and plunged his lightsaber straight through his attacker's side.

"Well I'm doing much better now!" He smirked, quickly pulling his sabre out of the warrior and blocking another attempted hit.

With a grunt he pushed the blow away and went to decapitate the Vong, only to be blocked by the staff. A small growl of frustration left him as he pulled his sabre back and rained a couple of savage strikes at his enemy to try and tire the warrior out. "Since when did you learn to move so fast?"

 

[Kal]

Her choice to hide behind the vat was clever enough, but the spot offered no mobility. She was either planning to wait for reinforcements or, more likely given that she was a Sithling, find some way to eliminate the opposition and proceed towards her objective.

Remaining in the open, he simply faded from view - and soon enough a quartet of warriors arrived, their cautious approach making it clear that they knew someone or something was about, just not where. Each bore amphistaffs, one splitting off to examine the dead as the others watched.

An utterance or two in their guttural language failing to be understood by the Shadow, he instead examined the target of Milou's interest...

... and old fuel pipe, triple-reinforced for safety but corroded over time. Still had old fuel in it too, clearly those who abandoned the outposts were not overly concerned with Health and Safety Regulations. <Old fuel, the pipe is weak here.> A mental image accompanied the message.

<Do be careful.>

Milou Ishkal​