For Me, It Was Tuesday - SJO Dominion of the Gyndine Hex

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Sethlan Imperial Prison
Objective: A (Interrogation)
Opposition: [member="Lucent Echo"] [Lord Vogt, Prison Warden]

Allyson had a feeling the SIS was compromised once she found out about the Grandmaster of the Order under the Galactic Alliance. She was always weary around the Jedi within the Galactic Alliance, only a few stood out to her to be okay. Her mind remained blank for the most part, not wanting to put any names or faces in there – in case the Sith in front of her was attempted to probe her mind. She remembered the sick crawling feeling from when Carnifex had done it to her.

The photos were found, and Allyson held her breath. He had discovered the evidence she wanted him to never find. The faces in the photos, the people she held closest to her heart – they were now known to the man. His attention turned from the wallet and photos to the droid beside him. Instinctively Allyson attempted once more to touch the droid with the Force. She heard nothing, no life coming from it. Her back suddenly straightened against the cold wall of the cell and she stared intently at it, knowing what it was fully capable of.

No quips, no charm, just a flash of fear washed over her face. She turned to him and her brows furrowed, “Give those back. I’m quite familiar with your friend, but just like Carnifex you’re not getting anything. So how about you cut your losses and just give me those back.” She didn’t know how far the Warden would push her, Carnifex on the other hand was a different story and she didn’t want to remember that – she didn’t want to think about it either.

 

[WelshPsych]

Objective: Rescue Allyson!
Allies: [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Drystan Marakos"] | [member="Amari Deechi"]
Location: Prison

Yuroic was prepared to set off when a hand firmly gripped him. Turning around, he saw Drystan had followed him, ignoring his orders. He sighed as he shook his head. He understood her concerns but he had been in plenty of missions before alone and most of the time he came out better off. There was the fact that splitting up was better than just remaining in one group, they had to spread out to save as many of their own people as possible. They had the element of surprise and wasting time was going to remove that. "Drystan now is not the time. Jyoti placed me in charge of this mission. If you don't like that or my orders then bring it up after the mission, for now stick to my plan. We need to split up to cover more ground to get everyone out of here. The element of surprise and their limited numbers will only benefit us for a short while."

Pointing down on corridor, "Head that way. There should be a group of diplomatic prisoners, we need to ensure they are extracted safely. I can handle myself, I've working alone for a long time. I also have a number of tricks up my sleeve." He offered her a reassuring smile as he moved forward. "Allyson aill be safe, I won't let anyone harm her." Yuroic stated in a stern tone. He needed her to listen to him, they didn't have time to waste bickering or arguing rank right now. He needed her to help him save as many people as they could. Yuroic turned from Drystan and headed his own way, following the path to Allyson.

The guards threw their useless weapons at him as he passed, Yuroic dodged them and used his expertise in close combat. Parrying their blows before striking back hard and fast. His powerful kicks knocking them out as he continued on his way. He hesistated on shouting out for Allyson as that could draw in more problem, instead he tried to sense her through the Force, or at least sense someone's life signature. Sadly he couldn't get precise with the number of people around and it was likely they were suppressing her Force Powers. The sensor was indictating he was close, so he went door to door, searching.

 

[Lucent Echo]

Location: Sethlan Imperial Prison
Objective: A (Interrogation)
Opposition: [member="Allyson Locke"]

Lord Vogt, Prison Warden

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[Prison Wing D - Then]

The just Warden shook his head in the face of the continued defiance of the Corellian.

"I see that you've chosen to be difficult. So be it, what comes next is all on you."

He mumbled something under his breath into his internal commlink, and a few moments later, muffled screaming could be heard from outside of the door. It got louder until the door slid open, revealing two stormtroopers with blonde woman kicking and screaming in their hold. If Locke were to look close, she may have seen an uncanny resemblance between the blonde and one of the women in the stack of photos the Warden now held.

It wasn't the first time he had rifled through her wallet.

"Toss her in," the Warden ordered, still quite dispassionate in his tone.

The stormtroopers did, chucking her into the cell to leave her landing in a tumble. She was quick to get back on her feet, clawing her way back up in an attempt to flee, but she barely got off the ground into her first step before her body became rigid and then turned perfectly upright in the position of attention. Her screaming came to a stop as her jaw was locked in place.

"Now leave us."

The stroomtroopers left, and the door slid shut again, leaving the trio alone.

"Don't compare me to that brute. Jedi are selfless creatures, so there's little point in targeting you...but how about someone else in your place? Would you allow them to suffer for your insolence?"

The woman had been frozen under his telekinetic grip, but her eyes were still darted around frantically, then settled on the brunette before her, tears starting to stream down her grubby cheeks stained with ruined makeup.

"Now, do you have anything else cute to say?"

[member="Amari Deechi"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Varindar Asyt"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Sethlan Imperial Prison
Objective: A (Interrogation)
Opposition: [member="Lucent Echo"] [Lord Vogt, Prison Warden]

This was a shift in events, she expected him to move on to her to have a show of strength. She wasn’t dealing with Carnifex and what happened next proved that. The doors slid open and Allyson watched as they threw a woman in. She didn’t know her or, so she assumed, hazel eyes locked onto the features of the woman and the world suddenly shrank. Allyson caught her breath and her heart felt as if it stopped.

She never looked away from the woman’s face, seeing another – the one he wanted her to see. His words sounded as if they were underwater when they reached her ears. She could feel her heart suddenly begin to beat again threatening to burst in her chest. He wasn’t Carnifex, he was worst. All Allyson could see in the woman’s face was her.

“Stop it.” She had only seen the face she held so dear cry very little, but when it did Allyson would burn worlds and do whatever it took to make it stop. The Corellian sat for a moment fingers digging into the edge of the bench as she did her best to control the rising anger. Very little got under the Corellian’s skin and he decidedly chose the one that would spark action.

Standing, Allyson charged a fist swinging. He needed to concentrate to keep the woman locked in the telekinetic grip.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Location: Prison
Allies: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] - [member="Drystan Marakos"] - [member="Amari Deechi"]
Objective: Rescue [member="Allyson Locke"]

With their sensors down, the soldiers at higher altitude were going to have a harder time finding those who had breached the prison in hopes of rescuing Padawan Locke, but one would point down toward where they had last sighted Yuroic and Drystan, as more forces would begin to head from deeper within the prison and swarm toward the team. With ground forces and forces up above now closing on the prison breakers, with sniper weapons hoping to pierce them through the windows and cracks, it was going to be a challenge for Yuroic and Drystan to accomplish their goals. But an ungodly sound would pierce through the air, one that stopped them all in their tracks.

"RRRRRRRROOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRR!"

Through the air came soaring down a large, dragon-like creature with blue scales cloaking it's body. It had two sets of front claws and two sets of back claws, with a full set of wings that propelled it through the air. The dragon would let loose a jet of flames that would suddenly engulf one of the high-altitude teams. The rider on it's back would instruct for it to fly lower, as Josh would quickly draw his lightsaber. As the dragon flew to ground level for the higher altitude teams, Josh would attach his grappling hook attached to one of his wrists to the lower end of the dragon's saddle as he would then leap down. As he hung from below the dragon using the hook, he would begin swinging, catching one soldier on the side, and another on the shoulder before bringing his legs up and booting an unsuspecting soldier in the face, promptly knocking them off the cliff.

"WOOOOOO-AHAHAHAHAHA!" Josh cried out, the elated Jedi Master absolutely loving the feel of the wind hitting his face, his long blonde hair blowing back behind him. This was the first actual mission that he was taking Jongori out, after it's combat training had finally been perfected. They'd practiced with dummies and simulation enemies for a long time now, but now it was time to see how Jongori would handle on the field proper. This was it's first real field test. Josh was expecting great results. But most of all, he had decided to bust out the big guns when he had learned that his friend, Allyson Locke, had been captured.

Having disoriented the enemy up above, Josh would withdraw the line and have it bring him back up to the saddle. As he re-settled himself, he would mentally note for the dragon to take them in for a landing. But not before dealing with the remaining enemies behind them. Jongori would turn and begin to flap it's powerful wings, sending their foes flying off the cliffs with a powerful gust of wind. Those that remained wouldn't stand a chance as the dragon dive bombed and unleashed another jet of flames. With that, it was time to get down to business. The lizard would dive downward, as the troops closing in on Yuroic and Drystan would open fire on the creature that was coming down on them. Holding on tight, Josh would instruct the dragon to fold itself up, as it would begin spinning through the air and barrelling toward them. The smaller space allowed it to dodge the bolts, before it unfurled itself and unleashed a large fireball that went careening down toward their forces, exploding on impact. The dragon would then land, crashing through a ceiling if need be, beside [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] and [member="Drystan Marakos"]. Josh would look down at them a moment, as the Master Of The Order's expression seemed casual, trying his best not to betray his worry over Allyson.

"A Force User is going to be under heavier guard than the rest and it looks like they already know you're here. Perhaps I can lend a bit of my own expertise to the mission?"

Josh would motion toward the remains of the force approaching from deeper within the prison. Something had disrupted their weapons between when he had first attacked and when he had landed, and Josh would decide to dismount Jongori to focus on close combat, and to signal for the dragon to move independently to deal with any remaining approaching forces as he would begin searching from door to door as well.

"I can't sense her force presence. But I can sense life energy, even if I don't know what Allyson's would be like. Least I can do is try and lead us toward what might either be more soldiers, or more prisoners" Josh would offer. "Have you tried getting any soldiers alone for interrogation? The sooner we get Allyson out, the more likely she'll be in proper health to aid us in freeing anyone else. And with a team this small, we need to make any possible reinforcements our priority. You're both skilled, but the numbers are against us and I know Allyson is just as capable. She would be a great asset if we can free her quickly."

 

[Syd Celsius]

Objective: Investigate Latria Tower




Twenty-seven years after The Gulag Plague...

The Nuns of The Fountain moved swiftly after the fall of their defenders. The Oldest's red blade shifted to a defensive, 'Jedi-Ready' stance. That meant either Form One or Four--the pros sometimes used this as a guessing game for their opponent, as One and Four's opening stances are remarkably similar. As a programmed being rather than a simple cocky but talented Jedi Fencer, The Geist was naturally inclined to take every one of the seven styles seriously, as well as every duel. Every style, and every variation of that style, was a deadly threat. Form One was deadly, simply because it was the one all the others were descended from. In fact The Geist would have gone so far to argue that every other style was simply over-focusing on an aspect used in Form One: It was good for multiple opponents like Shien, it could defend against blaster fire in a pinch, which Soresu carried to a logical if exaggeratedly specialized conclusion, it could duel another lightsaber user in a pinch, which had become Form Two's bread and butter, it could employ enhancing ones body with the Force, like Ataru, it could employ power blows, like Djem So, provided its user was of sufficient strength. It even carried a hint of the lethal unpredictability of Juyo at its highest mastery. All this Form One was capable of...but it could never do it as well as the others, and she had yet to meet a true Form One master. Even the Resistors lacked such a person in their ranks. A true talant at Form One was a rare thing in any age, despite being the single oldest style of lightsaber combat. The last one of any note, as far as the Geist could recall, was STILL Kit Fisto. Any modern masters likely kept that talent to themselves. It was more likely the Oldest knew Ataru. The chamber was spacious enough for an Ataru fight, so the environment would not be an issue.

The blades soon snaked out of the others...ash grey for the second oldest, black with a white aura for the third, and orange for the fourth.

The Geist backed away. Second Oldest had a low guard Niman opening. Third was classic Shien. Fourth was Juyo. No Soresu users. Good.

Oldest dashed with The Force, and only The Force's warning saved her, making an X to block, fire erupting from the Geist's throat and the Oldest barely escaped it.

The other Nuns of The Fountain surrounded her, Second Oldest struck with Third at the same time from both flank positions. The Geist parried immediately raising the temperature around her immediate area in a ten meter radius to near that of an oven. The Nuns who kept attacking her soon found the floor growing hot under her feet and the air was sweltering as they got closer to the Geist. The Oldest and Fourth Oldest hung back, trying to plan out their next strategy while Second and Third Pressed the assault, each growing hotters, their sheer robes starting to stick to them as The Geist dodged or parried heavy strikes that were too dangerous to meet directly, the temperature slowly increasing. Everyone had a limit to what they could take in terms of heat. Some caved far too quickly too it. Others held out far longer than she expected.

When the heat got too great, then would come loss of concentration. Outright roasting the opponent was not always the best solution. After her creation she had known what to do with the fire on instinct. It was her and she was it. Subtlety with her power was a key thing she knew to make use of.

The Second Oldest attacked again, barrowing power blows from the Shien style to aid her attack. The Geist's blue blades caught and diverted the blow away and that was when the near oven like temperature finally became too much for her. She drooped, swooned as she tried to back away, and the Geist struck, piercing her throat. No gasp came out of the Second Oldest as her head slipped through the Geist's blade, cutting a piece of it off.

The Fourth Oldest roared and leapt.

Juyo was the one form she was truly incapable of studying, because it meant that she'd have to grapple with whatever darkness in her in the process. Plus Juyo needed strong emotions to work...strong emotions that she had been deliberately created not to have.

The strikes had the erratic but deadly randomness common to Juyo fighters. The Geist blocked attacks without pattern heading for anywhere the Fourth thought she had an opening, barely evading power attacks even as she increased the temperature but Fouth's stamina was stronger, and as she parried, she breathed fire on the Fourth, and she wasn't as fast as her sister. She ignited, flailing around in agony...

That was when the Geist's throat tightened, and she lost a lot of focus as she was hoisted up in place by The Third with a Force choke. She felt her body shiver in pain, and the Oldest hit her with lightning. For nearly any mortal, this would have been the end.

The Geist was not any mere mortal. Her saber came up, blocking the lightning, using quick fading focus to fly with high speed at The Third, breaking her concentration to avoid the Geist's free blade, even as the other one still caught the Oldest's lightning.

The Geist went on the offense against the third, drained significantly by the choke. Her blades moved through the air with a nigh-ghostly swiftness, controlled, direct and narrow flurries that Forced the Third on the defensive due to how fast her slashing attacks came, her now glowing orange eyes staring with the single minded focus that made lesser adepts of the Bogan cower. She struck so fast Third didn't even try to retaliate, just blocked until The Geist fainted, seemingly attacking from the left and making the Third's saber move to block when she spun and made the blades attack from the opposite side coming from below, hitting the Third's now exposed middle and burning through her face as the twin swings completed her arc.

The Geist pointed now at The Oldest with one of her blue blades.

"Surrender or prepare for termination..." The Geist warned.

"Never!" The Oldest snarled leaping at her...



Pulled out of the memory for the moment, the Geist was caught by the realization others had still not arrived.

"Every one have the paint on?" She asked near [member="Elizabeth Skywalker"].

A blast rang out from above. Syd looked and her orange eyes widened in genuine, if reduced, horror.

A fireball was blasting out the windows of the twelfth floor...but was frozen, along with the shards of tempered glass.

There was a body, frozen and engulfed by flame at the same time in mid-air, the flames as frozen as the charred body was, a limb having already come off.

She flew upward, up to the twelfth story, where the wind really started to pick up. She examined the body, trying to move it, pull at it. But it was an effort in vain.

She flew back down to Skywalker, getting out her comlink.

This is Syd Celsius to all SJO forces near the Latria Building. Explosion on the twelfth floor! The magic affecting the building has frozen it but we need to get in there now. If you are coming, now's the time.

Syd shouted at the first responders in the distance to pull back from the building.

Then she began sprinting to the front door, she had to figure out what was being done and why with the Calculus...

And where that blast had come from...

[member="Hyonu Ye"], [member="Ciana Teigra"]

 

[Draven Dursden]

Location: Western street leading to capital government center​

Objective: Clear entrance for head hunters ([member="Josh DragonsFlame"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]) To escape​

Troops: 10 Myrmidons​

Motto: Never tell me the odds.​

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The Myrmidons and Draven knelt behind a massive chunk of ripped apart building, and the first of his loyal troop's voice crackled over comms, "They have an AT-AT!" And that was the last thing Draven heard. The entire block of rubble exploded, one of the AT-AT's massive blasters absolutely destroying the cover which they had been using, mechs were strewn everywhere, of the ten myrmidons, only seven got back up. One was completely blasted apart, its pilot's innards strewn across the road, and his wheezing gasps able to be heard before finally he let go on his grip on life, and died there in his cockpit. Another was laying next to the entrance to one of the buildings, fire billowing out of the back of it, and the pilot rapidly scrambling to get out, he was met with a peppering of fire from the enemy, and his lifeless corpse hit the ground, riddled with blaster holes. The third and final one was stumbling back and forth in the street, the pilot's haunting screams still crackling over the comms before his mech too exploded, sending shrapnel everywhere. The other myrmidons were quick to mobilize, the heavy blaster fire plinking off their armor, as they smashed into a nearby building, taking cover, unless the AT-AT which had fired on them leveled the entire block up to them, which was a good three or four buildings, they would be fine. As Draven got to his feet slowly, using the wall for aid, he realized numbly, he couldn't hear anything, his eye patch had been ripped from his face, seeing his troops in such a sorry state, he glanced over, before his training kicked in. The saber whirled in front of him, the force flowed through him, he would bring these savages to justice. As he whirled his saber, Draven backed through the door of the building, deflecting numerous blasters. And a moment later, another world shaking blast hit the ground, pavement flying everywhere and the beautiful road completely smashed to bits in that section where Draven had once been.​

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The Myrmidons were busy checking each other over, of those who had survived the blast, all were still functional, though one had his right arm completely blown off, and it would be totally useless. They crouched around Draven as he gave them the plan of action, "Listen gentlemen, they have two AT-AT's pointed directly at us, the city is too small to maneuver in for an AT-AT, so we will have to find an alternative route, and attack from a flank of some kind. At the very least then the enemy will have to move to face us, but it seems our advance from this direction was anticipated. They have at least two machine gun nests, from what I could see. Lets crack skulls and get moving, hopefully the head hunters are doing their job."​

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Draven's saber blasted through the southern wall of the what was once an office building, and in a short time, he had cut open a hole, and the Myrmidons piled out into the street, they would have to push through one or two more buildings before they got to a road which lead to the capital again, the streets in between were all dead ends and small.​

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The knight lead the small group of troops from building to building, ripping entrances with his enormous saber, finally, after a good hour, they reached the building which was sidled up to the southern road leading to the capital. It was a skyscraper, just what the knight had been hoping for. Glancing at his troops, he said, "Objective is the same, get to enemy lines. Focus the machine gun nests, two groups of two and a group of three, move from nest to nest." One of the Myrmidons spoke up, "Where are you going cap?" Smiling viciously Draven said, "To take care of the AT-AT's of course." With orders given, they waited for their leader's signal, the Myrmidons clustered around the wall, waiting to burst into the street. Meanwhile Draven rushed up the stairs, ripping past floor after floor, rising closer and closer to the top of the skyscraper with each step. Seven Myrmidons and a jedi against the world it seemed like.​

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Objective: BYOO
Location: Space, the Final Frontier (these are the voyages...)
Gear: MedKit | Jet Robes | Riptide
Physician on Duty: Derp, MD
Callsign: Rescue 1

"On The Wings of Dirty Angels" [ part II ]​

The duck-like appearance of the Mon Calamari shuttle appeared as the clouds of Vladet fell away from view, revealing the endless expanse of space behind them.

Details were sketchy. And reports changed the understanding of the situation with each new burst of chatter over the open channels. From what the boy was able to glean, a freighter had just departed the Gyndine Shipyards, when it's hyperdrive became unstable. A surge had blown the power taps throughout the entire ship, virtually igniting the internal atmosphere.

In his mind, the boy was trying to calculate everything he'd need to know once he boarded that ship. Burns. Symptoms and treatment for possible radiation poisoning. Blunt force trauma. Lacerations. Internal and external bleeding...

As the young Nautolan finished a series of course corrections, he looked up in time to see an object go passing by the front windows of the shuttle.

It was a body.

The color drained from out of the youth's face, his head turning as he tried to prepare himself for the hellish sight to come. Standing on his knees in the pilot's chair, the boy stared out of the glasteel canopy, straining for a first glimpse of an industrial accident.

The freighter Mabonte was listing on it's side. Atmospheric gases venting in colorful plumes from breaches which perforated the hull, revealing flickers of flames and fires which raged within. Swallowing nervously, the youth felt his heart begin to race within his chest.

"Coming on on the first LZ," the pilot droid remarked from beside the boy. "One minute stand-by."

Letting go of a breath that he hadn't been conscious of holding, the small Nautolan pushed away from the cockpit and made his way toward the back of the shuttle. His hands grabbed hold of the medkit that he'd packed and staged earlier in the day, when the field hospital hadn't been very busy.

His prime directive was to diagnose, triage, and identify any patients for emergency lifesaving transport. In a purely objective, hypothetical, the young Nautolan understood that the lifesaving part of the triage process meant that there needed to be some plausible chance of success. That he couldn't become so bogged down by any one patient that others, with more treatable injuries, might be sacrificed. If that were to happen, then for all practical test essay purposes, it was understood that he would have to make a choice about who lived and who died. Otherwise, they might all die.

...the problem with all of that logic was the simple fact that there was no academic text, mathematical computation, or standard criteria by which to gauge the measure of a man.

"Force cylinder ready in thirty seconds."

Every part of the boy's mind was crying out against the prospect of being the first responder to this crisis. Every rational fiber of his being, aside from the abject terror detracting from his reason, could conceive an excuse to not step into that force cylinder.

"Ten seconds."

When he stepped toward the airlock, he thought that he understood fear. Or pain. The universe was a great teacher. In moments of complacency, it placed people outside their comfort zone and removed the veil of their own ignorance. He went numb as the airlock opened, to reveal the beam of light connecting the two ships in the night.

He was passing through space like an angel, form illuminated in a golden halo as he floated between the Mon Cala shuttle and the wounded, listing freighter.

There was still power to the freighter's airlock controls, allowing the boy to operate the interlocking seal from outside, passing inside of the ship. That's when it hit him. The large, black, abyssal eyes watered against the waves of dry heat that were slamming into him as though he were standing in front of a giant blow torch. He could feel his skin begin to chafe, holding up his arms as he tried to shield his head and squint through the haze of fire and smoke. The smell was sickening, biting at his nostrils as he tried to breathe and gagged.

Human flesh. Burning, roasting human flesh.

Staggering for a moment, the boy fought to get his bearings. Taking a deep, calming breath, the young Jedi allowed the Force to wash over and through him. The burning sensation was dulled, his anxiety eased, as he reached out with his feelings to try and identify those in need. Orienting himself to the Force, the boy moved left down the corridor.

The first person he came to was already dead.

The second was pinned beneath a collapsed duct or conduit of some kind. Whatever it was, he was alive. And in relatively good condition, so the duct must have provided some measure of shielding against the flash of the fires moving through the ship. Kneeling down by the man, the boy was shouting over the roar of the freighter's death throes. "BRAH! CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

"I-I can't see," a voice answered, as the man's hand reached out toward Zak's voice.

The fingers were badly mangled. The pinky finger all but burned away. As the boy paused to assess the man, he was immediately presented with a challenge.

A metal rod was protruding from the ceiling to the floor -- and through the lower right quadrant of the man's torso. Impaling him and pinning him against the deck of the ship. In his mind, the boy was already imagining the internal anatomical structure. The compromise and damage to the large and small intestines. The arterial networks.

That would be a lot of bleeding to control.

"I see you," the boy answered, taking the man's hand for a brief, fleeting moment. "You'll be all right."

The guilt took the wind from out his lungs as soon as he'd said it.

Jedi weren't supposed to lie.

 

[Potentas]

Potentas joined the battle desperately trying to find his Master in all the chaos. Potentas was currently defending himself from a squad of troopers applying his skills with Shien to defend himself from Blaster fire while gaining ground to finish them off. Potentas succeeded in deflecting several bolts back to their source taking down four troopers befor ehe got close and dealing with the rest in a flourish of lightsaber sweeps.

Potentas joined the battle as he cut through trooper after trooper, thrust, parry, jump, duck, force push, force pull. Potentas felt the thrill of the fight drive him forward, battle was exhilirating, and even though he knew it wasn't the Jedi way he found himself enjoying it nonetheless.

Potentas could barely focus on his Masters presence in the first, for a while it had been furious and enraged, as his Master was in battle, but that had fallen short a few minutes ago. Their were thousands of troops between Potentas and Master Maki so, Potentas only option was to join the battle to fight and help win it for the Order.

Potentas heard an AT-AT firing and the screams of the dying, rushing forward dispatching as many enemies as he could, he saw a group of Myrmidons hunkered down under cover while a Jedi beat a hasty retreat through a building. Potentas reached the Myrmidons as the Jedi laid down his plan of attack. Deciding the Jedi could take the AT-AT, Potentas decided to help the Myrmidons with the Machine Gun placements.

Putting on a burst of Force Speed Potentas cut, slashed and pushed through the enemies defensive line, coming upon one of the machine gun placements, Potentas decapitated the trooper on the gun, thrust through the under arm of another trooper, grabbed the last with the force and flung him into a building.

Potentas left the other machine gun nest for the Myrmidons to deal with and pushed on.

"This is Padawan Potentas is their any word or sights on Master Maki Dominus? Does anyone have any intel?"

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Draven Dursden

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Objective: BYOO
Location: Space, the Final Frontier (these are the voyages...)
Gear: MedKit | Jet Robes | Riptide
Physician on Duty: Derp, MD
Callsign: Rescue 1

"On The Wings of Dirty Angels" [ part III ]​

The heavy footfall of a droid could just barely be heard over the sounds of the freighter beginning to tear itself apart.

"This structure is no longer stable," the medical droid stated, immediately moving Zak aside so that it could cut the man free. One hydraulic arm held the collapsing ceiling in place, while the other scooped up the patient. "We are evacuating," the droid doctor declared, ushering Zak ahead before it moved and allowed the compartment to collapse behind them.

Jumping back into the force cylinder, the boy felt the freighter starting to blow apart even as he flew back into the safety of the Mon Cala ambulance shuttle. Landing on the other side, the boy stepped out of the way of the incoming droid and then closed the airlock behind them. "J3-9, get us outta here!" the child shouted up to the cockpit as the door sealed shut.

Up in the forward part of the shuttle, the pilot droid guided the shuttle out from underneath the exploding freighter in a parabolic course that aimed them back toward Vladet.

Stepping away from the airlock, the boy grabbed the MedKit and moved to aid the medical droid.

The man's hand lashed out, flailing at the boy a moment before the Nautolan reached up to grab the man's hand. He nearly felt his hand crushed by the squeeze the man gave. Then the strength seemed to start to sap away as the man weakly uttered, "Please..."

One thing about being a youngling, Zak was usually the center of attention.

A lot of people wrote it off as showboating, but it was motivated by fear. Fear that he was going to let people down. The Jedi he was trying to imitate. The memory of someone he wasn't. Or even just the people he stopped to help along the way.

"Don't let me die."


"No one's going to die," the boy said tersely, finding it shocking at how easily he could lie to a man's face like that. It was eye-opening to realize that nothing had prepared him for this moment. The parliament of 'if'. If they could control the bleeding. If they could alleviate the respiratory distress. If they could get a plasma transfusion going...


"I don't want to die."

A burst of blood shot up, nailing the boy in the eye as it squirted up from the wound. With one eye, the boy was trying to monitor the state of the man's vitals. They were crashing. Bad. Risking the pause necessary to snatch a hand back to snare his med kit, the boy found a bacta needle. Popping that into his mouth, he held it between his teeth as he grabbed the sterilizer wipes and hastily prepped a site for the injection, then jammed that into the man in the hopes that the bacta would help to take the edge off the shock that was starting to take hold of the man.

When the seizure happened, Zak realized then that it had all been too little, too late.

Stretching out his hand, the boy took a breath and tapped into the Force. Stretched out. Looked for the connection between him and this man. Felt the wound. Felt the life slipping away, and tried to pull it back.

The tighter he tried to hold fast to it, the more it seemed to escape his grasp. Finally, a metal hand broke the trance, awakening the boy from out of his reverie as Derp gently moved the young Jedi back away from the man on the gurney.

"No one could have done better," the droid remarked simply.

Maybe that was true. Maybe he was just doubting himself.

Or maybe the real Zak Dymo could have done better...

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Objective: A (Rescue)
Location: Drop Zone; Entering Prison Complex
Alongside: @Yuroic Xeriac; @Amari Deechi; SJO
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Yuroic's response had the opposite effect of whatever he'd intended. Rather than dissapate her concerns, his words and actions only deepened them... and furthermore, ignited a simmering anger. From her perspective, he was driving onward and expecting obedience. She, too, was a Lone Wolf... and she would have thought a leader would have known better than to tempt fate against the Forces of Darkness, alone.

(Rule Number 1: Never Split The Party)

As controlled as she may have been under most circumstances, the fact that he'd disregarded her assertions, then turned his back without concern for her, immediately brought a certain coldness to her response. As he moved to leave, she spoke to his back, "United We Stand. Divided, We fall."

The truth was, that Drystan had joined the operation in-fear for her friend... and while Yuroic & Allyson might have been close, the blonde Jedi Knight felt deeper feelings for the Corellian - less a matter of duty toward one's fellow Jedi, and more feelings of personal responsibility - her heart felt for Allyson Locke, knowing some of her past, and desperately desired to see her fellow Shadow safe. In Drystan's mind, the two understood one-another in ways none might ever comprehend.

Except, of course, for the Grandmaster herself.

The fact that Yuroic had thrown Jyoti's name into Drystan's face, as-if directing her toward a forgotten fact, merely set her face in stone. Saying nothing, Drystan purged her mind, knowing her responsibility lay with following orders - the facts remained that the lives of the many outweighed the lives of the few, and in-this, the two Jedi Knights were united. The arrival of [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] made her turn, but Yuroic was already gone.

When he arrived, he'd find her alone in the corridor, closing out the screen on the same comp terminal Yuroic had accessed only moments before. Yuroic had failed to question whether she'd possessed skills as a slicer; which she did, and now knew exactly where she was, and how to get to where she was going.

"He went that way." She said to the Master of the Order, indicating with her head the direction the ranger had taken.

"I think I hear him down there, sticking to his "No Kills" policy. She'll need both of you to get her out of here. I'll get the rest."

She gave the powerfully built Battlemaster a look... then turned, taking off at a sprint down the hallway she'd been ordered to follow. She'd wait for no man.

 

[Gorteko Graye]

Location: Vladet
Objective: Help where you can / B
Allies: [member="Potentas"] / [member="Draven Dursden"]

Gorteko sat searching for a moment but soon realized there was no time to be wasting as he listened to the sound of battle all around. A full-fledged war-zone, last time he was in one he was fighting against the Jedi. The man set off running to where he was told the defense grid would be. As he traversed the city through the backstreets and alleys he cam across a ladder and decided to take the high ground. Once on the roof of this smaller building he continued through the city on the rooftops of smaller buildings occasionally diving through windows of the larger buildings, staying on around the third floor as he made his way towards his objective.

His movement had been relatively smooth and clear so far, though that changed once he noticed he wasn't the only one taking the high ground. It seemed their enemies had snipers positioned on rooftops overlooking patrols and defensive positions. He needed to be quiet if he was going to dispose of these opponents without alerting the rest of their army in the area. The man waited for his opening, then dove onto the other rooftop, rolling into position behind one of the snipers;he quickly placed on hand on the man's chin, the other atop his helmet, and in a swift motion Gorteko broke the snipers neck.

Gorteko looked around from his new vantage point, it seemed there were three other snipers in this area. and from the sounds of the battle, he had allies nearby as well. The man was having trouble finding his opening to clear out the snipers. But after a while a large amount of destruction began, it seemed AT-AT's were firing at some buildings, he used the chaos from that to enact his plan, it was quick, he killed all three before the dust settled; and he still hadn't needed his weapons yet. It seemed his training as a mercenary from his time with the cartels was paying off. Still, killing people was beginning to weigh on his conscious;The death of loved ones was what drove him to the darkside in the first place, it wasn't right that he should kill people now. But mourning and guilt would have to wait until after the battles, Gorteko didn't want his new allies to die, so even if killing seemed wrong to him, he would do what he had to do.

From his new position, Gorteko had a pretty good line of sight on the AT-AT's, from here he would be able to attack them if they readied another attack, or help if someone assaulted them. For now he would just wait, the man didn't want to give away his position and ruin his best chance at helping the Order accomplish any part of their mission. He began to look for his comms device so that he might try and coordinate with his possible allies around him, but he couldn't find it. It seems he dropped it along the way somewhere, an unfortunate turn of events; for now he would just have to sit and watch.

 

[Amari Deechi]

The no-kill order wasn't one that Amari had come prepared to be given. It certainly wasn't one his men were all too familiar with as soldiers. But it was an order nonetheless.

"Captain, are we seriously supposed to not shoot at what are clearly hostiles?" Sergeant Harse asked with a slightly befuddled tone.

Amari scoffed. "He said don't kill them, not don't shoot at them. Suppressing fire until they start returning the favor. Those ion bombs look like they've knocked out everything these folks can throw at us, so pin them down and be loud enough to draw attention out here. Lieutenant Maru, flank to the left with your squad. I'll flank right and we'll meet up at the main entrance to take them from behind."

As they broke away from the two remaining squads, the sounds of gunfire opening up behind them, Amari took point with his own squad pushing forward along the wall. The few guards they came into contact with on the route surrendered quickly, tossing their disabled weapons aside before having their hands bound with zip ties as they were laid on the ground.

"Hope you're having luck with your end of things [member="Drystan Marakos"] ," he said into comms, moving along as he glanced over to the yard, watching the sparks fly as electrothermal rounds pinged into duracrete barriers down below. "We're working on distracting the guards here for you and the other jedi to push further in with less resistance."

Just them a guard appeared from the other side of a watch-house doorway, swinging a vibroknife his way. Amari was just barely lucky enough to dodge just a bit to the right, taking only a scratch to the helmet from a downward swing. The Umbaran wasn't much of a warrior like the Jedi, single combat wasn't his area of expertise, but he wouldn't be a good soldier without knowing how to handle himself. A hand dropped to the blade at his thigh, pulling it from its sheath as his assailant took another swing. Releasing his other hand's grip on the rifle, he reached to grasp his opponent's wrist with the now free hand, taking firm hold as his other fist clenched around the handle of the blade before cracking across the man's face.

His grim was firm, and with the attacker now stumbling from the blow, all it took was a firm yank to bring the man to the ground. Amari's blade went for the throat, but he held it just at the edge to his flesh, recalling the order given by [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] .

"Drop it," he said firmly, the words leaving his mouth in Basic, a quick switch from the native Umbaran he used when speaking to his subordinates. "Today doesn't have to be your last."

Without a word the guard dropped his weapon. Amari wasn't sure if it was the blade at his throat, or the half-dozen or so barrels pointing directly at him, each a silent threat of a very definite and final route to take, but the effect was all the same.

"Bag him," the Umbaran said to a subordinate who quickly found his way behind the guard, tying his wrists together behind his back. "Good. Now stay put and stay down. Wouldn't want you catching a stray round or anything."

Amari slipped his knife back into its holster before reaching to the one left on the ground, tossing it over the edge. "First Squad, on me. Let's get a move on."

 

[WelshPsych]

Objective: Save the prisoners. Inform Josh what stealth is.
Allies: [member="Josh DragonsFlame"] | [member="Drystan Marakos"] | [member="Amari Deechi"] | [member="Allyson Locke"]
Location: Prison

There was an almighty roar that shook the ground, Yuroic groaned, he hoped that was some kind of super dangerous monster the Sith had. More likely in his mind was someone who decided stealth was not an option. Yuroic walked towards to noise and saw that a massive dragon had crashed through the ceiling of the prison. What was frustrating was the Master of the Order stepped down and acting casual as if he hadn't brought everyone's attention to the fact that there was a raid on the prison. Yuroic took a deep breath and released it, allowing his frustrations to ebb away. What was done was done. There would time afterwards to focus on the things that should or shouldn't have happened.

Yuroic studied Josh and shook his head. "Seems stealth is not your strong suit Master DragonsFlame." He commented with a small chuckle. "If you want, I can lead you to Allyson, we got her location recently. Drystan was going after the many diplomats that were imprisoned so I can give a hand there if you rather." It was clear that Josh was taking over this mission, Yuroic was somewhat disappointed as he desperately trying to prove his worth to the Order and demonstrate his skills. However, there was no denying that Josh had much more experience in leading missions so attempting to fight that was foolish. It also gave him a chance to see how others worked as leaders.

"We should move quickly either way, dragon will have drawn in even more attention than we wanted. Hopefully they will be still too distracted by the other groups." Yuroic had to reassess the situation, there was a larger chance of Imperials approaching with usable weapons. Even worse, there was the chance that Sith were approaching to maintain their prisoners, Yuroic was planning to do this with drawing Sith to them. Relying on their lust for kills and battle over staying put and protecting their assets which they believed perfectly safe.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Vladet
Objective: B: Headhunters

Working with: [member="Gorteko Graye"] | [member="Potentas"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"]

The commlink crackled with the sound of a padawan, their target, his voice full of concern for his master that brought a smile to Asaraa's lips. The last time she'd seen her master he had been feeding his pet dragon, so if she wanted to find him all she'd need to look for was the biggest explosion and gout of flames she could find. Potentas, on the other hand, didn't seem to have as much luck with that as she did, and she could well understand the fear of losing someone in the middle of the fight that the city was becoming.

The girl's hand came up to her lips, thumb depressing the button on her commlink as she glanced out towards the city. "Potentas, this is Asaraa, we just dropped in and are inbound on your location now." As she spoke the padawan nodded at her companions, gesturing to the street. "Where was the last place you saw your master? When we find you we can head there to start looking for him."

 

[Draven Dursden]

Location: The top of one of the skyscrapers in the capital, near the government center, overlooking the AT-AT's and other enemy forces defending it.​

Objective: Bring down the AT-AT and clear enemy forces​

Troops: Seven Myrmidons and a Jedi​

Allies: [member="Gorteko Graye"] [member="Potentas"]​

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Draven gasped into the comms as he reached the top of the skyscraper, "No word on whoever that is. Myrmidons are inbound, sit tight kid." Slamming one boot against the hard steel door, it gave and a massive "Crack!" Could be heard echoing out over the empty air which surrounded the top of the skyscraper. Draven's eye narrowed as the sniper and his spotter which had been inhabiting the top of the building turned to face him, with a flick of his hand, both were blasted over the edge, and with two short screams, they were gone. It would be a mess to clean up below. Draven's saber pulsed in his hand, begging to be set free, begging to do death's work. It was almost time. The knight took a deep breath and grunted over comms, "Move Myrmidons. Anyone else tuning in, the assault begins now." And with that, the real fight started.​

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The Myrmidon's burst through the stone wall of the building and out into the street, heavy machine guns laying down fire as they rapidly ducked behind an overturned hovercar, and that was how they proceeded. From car to car, spraying fire as they went and approaching the enemy lines. They split into groups of two, and one group of three, the group of three leading up the front as they made it to their assigned machine gun nest. The huge mechs roaring over the walls and smashing through the sandbag emplacements, a massive melee began in the machine gunner's nest. Soon two other nest were occupied with two Myrmidons, fighting desperately in hand to hand combat, the massive pistols blasting away at the troops which were crammed into the small area, flesh flew, bones broke, and skulls were crushed.​

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Taking a single deep breath, Draven did what he had to. He charged, and letting out a final scream, hurled himself off the edge of the skyscraper. He let the force flow through him, let himself feel it thrumming in his bones, and with a single blast behind him of force, he sent himself hurtling towards the head of the AT-AT, enormous saber whirling in hand as he braced himself for impact. The plan was to cut his way inside of the massive walker, and kill it from the inside out, or perhaps something even better, but Draven's mind was focused on only one thing, not missing his target, which was its head.​

 

[Maki Dominus]

LOCATION
Vladet

OBJECTIVE

The Argentum Legion arrives
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SCORE

Spoiler

[media]https://youtu.be/91Qz31HgnRc[/media]

POST
6

ALLIES
[member="Potentas"]
[member="Draven Dursden"]
[member="Gorteko Graye"]

As the battle ensued through the city streets, several, several drop ships started coming through the city dropping off Argentum Legion Troopers

The troopers armor being in exact design of the Old Republic trooper armor of red and white, they moved in like a horde, dozens upon dozens upon dozens of Legion troops suddenly flooded the city streets to aid the Jedi. Once their feet hit the ground they immediately started blasting shadow troopers, tossing grenades out at large clusters of troops. These troops had one goal, help their General, Maki Dominus free this planet from Sith oppression. They were under strict orders to follow the commands of any Jedi Masters on the field. They continued blasting shadow troopers as more kept coming. The troops quickly grouped up with Draven and Potentas. One particular soldier walked up to Draven. Draven sir, I'm commander Brian of the Argentum Legion, military force of the Argentum Vita over Impetu. we are under your command, our apologies for such a delay. We were ordered to come here a few days ago by Jedi Master Maki Dominus. We didn't realize the SJO would be here by now. Where is General Maki?

As Commander Brian and Draven spoke the Legion continued to engage the Shadow Troopers and help handle the imperial walkers.

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[Lucent Echo]

Location: Sethlan Imperial Prison
Objective: A (Interrogation)
Opposition: [member="Allyson Locke"]

Lord Vogt, Prison Warden

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[Prison Wing D - Then]

Telegraphing her intent physically and mentally, the Warden was more than prepared to deal with the impulsive Corellian. He would only need to tilt and an outstretched palm and then blast her backward into cell wall with a swift surge of lightning.

"The only one that needs to stop is you."

He turned his other palm over toward the blonde still under his control and then shocked her like he had Locke. Her mouth was loosened as he hit her with a steady stream of lightning for several seconds until her screams filled the cell.

When he was done, her jaw snapped shut once more, until she could only groan and whimper between clenched teeth.

"You're causing all of this suffering right now, Commander. For yourself, for her. Tell me what I want to make it end. What is your true objective on Vladet? Why did you bring that traitor here?"

[member="Amari Deechi"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"] [member="Drystan Marakos"] [member="Varindar Asyt"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Location: Prison
Allies: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Objective: Rescue [member="Allyson Locke"]

Josh moved with the group in time for Yuroic to make what might have been a joke, might have been a crass remark. Sounded like the latter. Stealthing, he said? His briefing had been very abridged but if he had actually seen them stealthing, maybe he would have taken the hint? Instead a bunch of Jedi, and not just the main ones leading the charge either, were all huddled together trying to stealth for a prison break, against a force that took down Allyson? And Allyson was no rookie, wet behind the ears Padawan that couldn't pull her own weight. These were formidable foes. Likely filled to the brim with Force Users. What idiot thought that they could mask that kind of presence for this long of a time, and especially without aid such as with the Current? And how in the world were they going to remain stealthing when they had already been seen, engaged open combat and were still a decent sized unit moving about in the prison with people firing at them? Who the hell was even in charge? Regardless, they had a job to do, as Josh followed behind Yuroic when he and Drystan split up when Drystan suddenly had a change of heart. Yuroic was going after Allyson, and Josh knew she'd be under heavier guard. Jongori meanwhile, stayed with the group.

“You were stealthing?” Josh half-joked in response. “Could have fooled me. You have vastly underestimated a group of foes that managed to capture Miss Locke… Considering who she takes combat lessons from, I doubt she went down easily.

Regardless it appears haste in deployment has yielded me a bad briefing. Now that we’ve split from the main group and stealth is actually possible… Allow me to redeem myself for the flashy entrance.”

Communicating telepathically with the dragon he had left with the group, he signaled for it to pull out and cause a scene upon leaving. If it could draw forces away from them and make it’s escape without getting shot down, there would be time bought for both parties to rescue their quarries with reduced resistance.

Josh could hear banging and roaring and fire breathing down the hall as the dragon made it’s noisy exit, and he could still hear it even as it left the prison.

“My friend has reduced our opposition temporarily as a big, scaly distraction” Josh would explain quickly. “Now to completely go incognito” He would add as he would place a hand on Yuroic’s shoulder and tap them both into the Current. Both became completely invisible, though Yuroic would be unable to sense Josh, only feel his hand on his shoulder.

“I have masked us from sight and sense” Josh whispered. “But it is too draining to fight this way. We will have to become visible again if we enter combat. For now… Lead the way. Let’s get as far as we can in this state. You’re in charge of directing us.”

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Prison
Objective: A [Interrogation] - [Prison Wing D - Then]
Opposition: [member="Lucent Echo"]


The cold metal hit her back hard as she was countered rather quickly by the lightning. It stung, and a haze washed over her vision she could feel the effects of her time within the prison. Screams shook the cell as the cracking of lightning surged through the woman in front of her. Eyes widened as all she could see in the woman’s face was the person she loved more than anything in this galaxy, Jyoti.

Allyson’s biggest fear played out before her and she did her best to tell herself that this wasn’t the Jedi, that this wouldn’t have happened. She’s not a china doll. Allyson repeated it to herself mentally remembering those words from the past. It allowed the Corellian to come to most of her senses as she snapped her attention to the Sith.

“Let her go! I’ll tell you what you want, just let her go, she has nothing to do with this! Nothing!” Her mind wanted to focus on the memories, but she did her best to focus on what was happening. Allyson couldn’t let her mind betray her, not now.