Forge Ahead [ CIS Kamino Raid ]

[Malok]

Transition
Space to Upper Atmosphere

"Enemy ship has locked onto our position!"

The elevated buzz of a BX-Commando Droid shattered the concentration of the Sith Lord. Although he placed ample faith in the cloaking capabilities of the Ferocity, he knew that a perfect "run" was out of the question. Whether it be his own endurance or the tide of battle, the torrential terror would come to an eventual end. Unfortunately, while Darth Metus had foreseen that his tactic would conclude at some point, he did not think it would happen so quickly. In but mere moments, the sensation which had bloomed over the Imperial armada would wane - albeit slightly.

"Evade. Evade!" growled the Sith, attempting to command yet maintain his focus.

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The impact collided with the Ferocity like a hammer from the heavens.

Concentration was but an illusion as the Bridge was thrown off its feet. Sparks flew from every console. The primary lights were extinguished, with emergency backups quickly casting a crimson glow about the Bridge. Darth Metus closed his fist, dismissing the Core from his grasp. Leaning forward, his sulfuric gaze assessed the droids which now scrambled to their feet.<span style="color:yellow" ;"=""> "Damage report!"

"Shields at 10%"

"Stygium Cloak is failing. Any second now."

"Another hit will scuttle the ship."

"They're onto our position now. Get us moving, now!"

"Adjusting heading: Planetside."

"Arming all weapons systems - on your mark Vicelord."

"Fire!"

 

[Muad Dib]

LOCATION: Tapioca City
OBJECTIVES: Protect Tmoxin Temi, destroy osik
ALLIES: [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Sol Damerin"] | [member="BX-25233"] | [member="Garith Darkhold"] I [member="Azrik"]


Death rained from the energy bow as the confederates unloaded from the shuttle. Taking several steps away from the ramp he fired another quarrel that lanced into the ally who had just materialized in front of a line of imperials. A grin crossed his face as Garith rocked forward from the impact undeterred and mowed into the enemy.

Scanning the hanger he refocused on the hanger doors where several were making their way to escape. But there would be no escape this day. No mercy. Nothing to save them. Four quarrels launched away and into the bodies that feel lifelessly to the metal floor. Turning an eye as the others finished with the remaining opposition Muad removed his helm and hooked it to the netting from his waist. The bow was deactivated and stowed.

Pulling up the schematics he looked at where Morpho was located three blocks away from where they had landed. Once the hangar was secured he nodded to Sol who had given commands upon the beginning of the assault.

"As Sol said, Red Fang will remain to hold the hangar bay and our exit. The rest of us will move to Morpho to exfil Nightmother Temi and her Intel. I'll take point, Garith cover our flank. Sol, Blondie (Srina), Azrik and the others stay in the center and cover our sides. I sense the Nightmother is in .... distress. Let's move."

Moving to the exit he pulled the beskad from it's sheath. Glowing blue eyes scanned the walkway leading to the Morpho building. Several troops were stationed there observing the aerial battle well above the city. The distractions would prove to be their demise. Moving at a brisk trot he jogged down the walkway.

As the first of the imperials caught sight of him Muad put on a burst of speed running into their midst. Beskad spun biting into armor joints and severing flesh as the group advanced toward where he felt the Nightmother was now embroiled in combat. The entrance to Morpho was only a block away and as Muad slaughtered the enemy without mercy he felt more opposition coming.

"Get to Morpho, extract Tmoxin. I'll distract these reinforcements."

Moving into the path where the units of troopers were being disgorged from the central facility he grinned once more. On the schematics, several floors down, was a large reactor powering a sizeable portion of Tipoca City. It would be a shame if something happened. With a roar his left hand rose and a wall of blue flame launched out towards the troopers with two fold purpose. One, to cause anarchy and hopefully roast some of the troopers in their armor. Two, to create a screen that would possibly cloak where the others would be going.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond took a seat at the Captain’s chair and watched as the enemy lucrehulk was blasted to pieces. It began to route and Desmond smiled. Without a proper commander the remaining munificents would surely be cast into a state of disarray. Such a ploy was costly as this left both conqueror’s shields completely drained, but one that proved to be worth it. Rather than targeting the weakened conqueror’s the enemy continued to focus fire on their shielded ships! [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With hand to chin Desmond’s smirk grew at the enemies mistake. The enemy starfighters began to engage in ferocious dogfights with his own fighters and the heavy cruisers engaged the fighters with turbolasers. The turbolasers were easily avoided by Desmond’s nimble fighters. C[/SIZE]oncussion missiles raced towards ’s the TIE's, a few were destroyed. But, the fighters had been flying in very loose defensive positions so the bulk of them were able to avoid the blast radius of such missiles.

[SIZE=11pt]“Order our fighters to engage with their own missiles,” Desmond said in his rich Imperial accent.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]An ensign nodded curtly in response and flipped a switch on the terminal that controlled Desmond’s own droid fighters. Immediately afterwards the TIE drones would begin firing their Genie missiles which were made to cripple entire squadrons of enemies. While the Tyrant’s took care of the enemy bombers Desmond noticed the Vindicators sitting idle. With a flick of his hand the tactical holo map zoomed in on both frigates. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Order the vindicator’s to open fire on those Jackal’s with all AA emplacements,”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The communications officer nodded in assent and hailed the Captains of the twin frigates. Immediately afterwards 480 AA guns of various kinds began opening fire on the twenty five Jackal fighters that were also being engaged by twelve of the thirty two TIE drones deployed. Needless to say very few of the Jackals would be able to get through such a thick defense. Still a few did manage to break through the wall of fire and five self destructed on the hull of Victory IV one causing it to take extensive damage.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Sir! Energy readings on Victory One are critical!” An ensign shouted to Desmond. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond merely nodded. The situation was completely under control. He stared at the tactical display and decided it was time to use his ace in the hole to destroy the remainder of Arlox’s fleet. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Order the Tyrant’s along with the Victory IV’s to engage the heavy battle cruisers with every available weapons system. Deploy the bombers. Their target is the Sikune class ships,”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Immediately afterwards several hundreds of turbolasers and ion cannons would begin opening fire on Arlox’s cruiser. Under the blanket of fire the Tyrant’s and Victory IV’s were laying down eight stealth bombers would deploy from the various ships. With their stealth suites they would attempt to maneuver around the Heavy cruisers and target Arlox’s Sikune ships. The [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]bombers[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] flew slowly through the battle so that their ion drives would not be detected. Invisible to the naked eye and covered in reflec they would be ghost amongst the durasteel graves that floated listlessly through space.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]S/H INV Emperor’s Wrath 0/100[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]S/H INV Emperor’s Fury 0/100[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]S/H INV Relentless 100/100[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]S/H INV Overcome 100/100[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]S/H INV Graveyard 100/100[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]S/H INV Reaper 100/100[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]S/H Vindicator IV 1 100/100[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]S/H Vindicator IV 2 100/100[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]S/H Victory IV 1 0/52[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]S/H Victory IV 2 100/100[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Arlox"][/SIZE]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Location: Lower levels of Research Facility
Objective: Exfil with the data before the big boom
Allies: CIS
Enemies: GE

With the distractions elsewhere, Daxton and his team quickly moved to complete their objectives. The splicer was successful in hacking as was downloading large chunks of data, while the demolition team planted explosives around the power generators in such a way to cause a cascading failure once they were triggered.

Daxton oversaw the operation through his mindlink with his team members, making sure the explosives were well hidden and masked from electronic detection among the dozens of electronic devices scattered in the area. As soon as the splicer indicated she had maxed her data capacity, he had her release multiple viral worms into the system, these cybernetic predators were designed to multiply fast, corrode data and obscure what data they were able to acquire.

This being a secure site, it was unlikely that the data was encrypted or even protected, the Galactic Empire wasn’t the most security conscious faction in the galaxy. Whatever data they recovered would go straight to the data miners for scrubbing and hopefully pick some gems among all that datus.

Upon hearing that the frigate was moving closer to the planet, it was time for Daxton to engage his end game. Scattering vials of corrosive acid over the network they had spliced. He drew the remnants of his team closer before cloaking themselves in his aura of madness. While inside his immediate field they would be protected and could function normally. Anything outside the field up to 40 feet centered on Daxton would experience a taste of Force induced Madness.

To the unshielded mind, they would be facing the deepest darkest fears, friends and allies would appear like horrific monsters out for their blood. No matter how much rational thinking was applied, these morbid horrors simply were too hideous to explain away. It wouldn’t take long before they turn their weapons on each other to save their own skins. The few that knew how to protect their minds would be isolated and easily dealt with, if they were foolish enough to confront the cause of their terror. It was more likely they would flee as fast they could, the flight reflex of survival mode triggered quite strongly.

Now Daxton could not keep this field indefinitely, not for so large a group. But it would be enough to get his team to the surface for an exfil that was waiting for them. By the time they got there the timers on the demolitions would have run out and the fireworks would start, distracting any remaining defenders while they made their escape.

 

[Sol Damerin]

LOCATION: Tapioca City
OBJECTIVES: Protect [member="Tmoxin Temi"], destroy osik
ALLIES: [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="BX-25233"] | [member="Garith Darkhold"]
ENEMIES: [member="Muad Dib"] | No one else

The big guy didn't wait for his brief mission briefing instead he just... Sithed? Was Sithed a verb? It should be a verb. To Sith, verb, to wander into a group of enemies and start tossing around The Force to make them all dead. Anyway, Garith Sithed his way into the enemies without listening which pretty much proved Sol's early thought to himself that only Srina might actually listen. It was like he had precognition or something. Well whatever, all the people trying to shoot them died pretty quick Sol barely had to do anything and that was pretty much a win in his books.

To his surprise once things settle somewhat Muad actually proves he'd listened to his plan. Even elaborates on it somewhat though Sol makes a point. "I don't take orders from you." He then utterly ignores Muad's orders joining the mad knight on point. Like hell, he was guarding the flank while Muad had all the fun. He hadn't agreed to this karking mess just to sit on the sidelines.

Moving alongside Muad, Sol joined the fray on the front lines dealing out death in his own way. He was a far more subdued but no less deadly combatant than Garith or Muad. He rarely relied on large displays of powerful Force abilities to cause destruction. Indeed he barely seemed to be using The Force at all, only the impossible accuracy he displayed indicated that he was more than a normal fighter. His grenades were always expertly cooked and landed perfectly in batches of enemies, he would land a slug from his protector directly into the grenade belt of any enemy carrying them, his two pistols never seemed to miss a shot even though he was rarely even looking at his targets. To those who knew to look for it, it was an impressive display of what could be accomplished with nothing but Force Sense and Battle Precognition.

They finally get to the entrance of Morpho and Muad tells the party to go rescue Tmoxin. That really seemed like a Garith and Srina thing to Sol, something he makes clear when he stays beside Muad picking off the troopers not consumed by the blue fire. "Still don't take orders from you." He points out as he finally does something overt sending out a Force Push so powerful it tears up sections of the metal walkway as he thunders towards a group of soldiers. Sol didn't know any of the fancier Force powers like making fire, or shooting lighting, or killing people with your eyes. Mostly he just knew the basics, however, he was a master of those basics and could use them to their most extreme levels if push came to shove.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

[SIZE=11pt]Even as Daxton Bane’s team made their way through the Kamino facilities they were being watched by the most elite [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]troops[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] the Empire had to offer. Utilizing the facilities countermeasures that were in place Daxton bane’s slicer would immediately find herself locked out by a very well encrypted [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]pyrowall[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. As Daxton’s team left the room with next to nothing but garbage data the elite Imperial commando’s slicer had fed her, the Imperial commandos trained and conditioned against force mental attacks walked at a brisk pace through the halls of the cloning facilities with intent to kill. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]They were Inferno commando’s equipped with [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]disruptor rifles[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]stealth tech[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] and [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]verpine shatter pistols[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. They entered the room Daxton had just left and their dual HUD’s picked up the explosive residues immediately. Their demolitions expert quickly went to work in dismantling the demolitions while the rest secured the room with guns raised. Once the last of the explosives was dismantled the team went on the hunt. The fact that Daxton had made it this far with little to no resistance was questionable, but it was not Inferno One’s job to question these things. They swept through the halls in column formation. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Watch those corners. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Spectre ordered via his cybernetic commlink. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Constantly switching firing vectors, ready to blast anything that moved, Inferno One secured hall after hall until they found the offending suspects. They activated stealth, becoming near invisible to the naked eye, and skirted around Daxton and his forces. Instead opting to go into the room in front of him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Take cover and prepare to open fire… [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Spectre thought again and immediately afterwards the commandos took cover in doorways, behind pillars, and crates.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]They had the enemy's marked on minimaps and so waited for Daxton Bane and his team to fall into their ambush. Daxton Bane’s team rounded the corner and the stealthed commandos opened fire. Four disruptor rounds opened fire on Daxton Bane from various locations[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Daxton Bane"][/SIZE]

 

[Lemon]

The walls, supports and so on began to emit metallic grunts and groans as cracks appeared and ultimately causing it to concave, no doubt being caused by Kurenai who just happened to be giving away the tell-tale sign of a force user in action. Fett gave a quick glance, watching as a support beam was about to fall down on top of his helmeted head. To avoid such a thing he activated his jetpack, moving forwards quickly, rotating within the air and effectively landing atop of said beam.

Looking forwards now, he can see Kurenai charging forwards it's likely she is trying another manoeuvre now, but nevertheless, the bounty hunter acted the same. In a hasty manner he brought his left wrist upwards, firing a whipcord from his wrist in an attempt to wrap her up. That is if it landed, if not her next attack would surely land.

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]

 

[Lemon]

Double Post WHOOPS

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

If Morpho was the hive, Tmoxin was the Queen of the colony. It had been far too long since she’d faced a worthy opponent, and in the one place she knew absolutely inside and out. And if Kyrel proved to be too strong, the redhead had her escape routes already in mind.

She watched the BX unit flee the room, making a quick mental note to talk to Ms. Redeaux about his wayward programming as he should have been fighting to the death inside this very room. Perhaps those irritating Metal Lords had been distributing flimsi pamphlets again to the droids, heralding freedom for mechanicals.

Kyrel’s blade soared upward towards her torso, and Tmoxin had no time to cast the fireball she’d planned, her pyrokinesis skills still nascent and difficult for her to control, so she called her own crimson saber to her hand, ignited and parried upward the clash of blades a satisfying sound in her ears. Her fighting style was a mixture of swordplay from her Hapan Secret Commando upbringing and years of bastardizing other Forms. Unpredictable and rooted in traditional dueling and fencing with a sabre and a buckler, the Night Mother held the stance, keeping Kyrel at bay until he could find another maneuver to break the trembling bond of blades.

She did not have the extra concentration to physically or mentally acknowledge Muad and his crew heading closer, but just the same felt them through the Force speeding closer to her location.

[member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="BX-25233"] | [member="Garith Darkhold"] | [member="Sol Damerin"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]​

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Tipoca City
Objective: Find and assist Tmoxin Temi
Allies: Sol Damerin | Garith Darkhold | Muad Dib | Azrik | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Enemies: Galactic Empire

Srina listened to what [member="Sol Damerin"] had to say in silence. She already knew her basic objective, since Darth Metus had given her strict orders to locate the Nightmother, but she questioned the route. The more noise they made on the way to [member="Tmoxin Temi"] the more open resistance they would encounter. Hopefully, despite the screams, chaos, and general mayhem, someone else was making more of a mess than they were. She would keep her eyes peeled for secondary targets but not at the expense of their goal.

Mercurial mirrored eyes watched as [member="Garith Darkhold"] strolled down ahead of them. He moved in an explosion of Force abilities that immediately lay waste to any Imperial personnel that moved to oppose them. The red-caped Sith Lord disappeared and reappeared in the middle of the firefight. In the distance, Srina could hear the telltale sounds of reinforcements, probably in the form of walkers and tanks. The sound of laser cannons going off was unmistakable.

[member="Azrik"] seemed to make the same assumptions that she had. His words about the walkers rang true, but at the same time, they were more than capable of trying to box them into a corner. The more adept force users present could probably handle the heavily armored ground vehicles with more ease than she could—But Srina wasn’t above trying to take them out. Not for the first time, she wished that her lightsaber was complete, but it wasn’t the time to dwell. If the need arose the white-haired apprentice would find a way.

The hangar was mostly secured without Srina lifting so much as a finger. She was a little disappointed but knew that the extraction was far from over. There were hundreds of stormtroopers between themselves and the Nightmother. [member="Muad Dib"] saw fit to deliberately forget her name as he briefed their team on their next move. Irritation ran through her, though she refused to correct him, unwilling to believe he was that thick. “Not distress. Not yet. She is angry.”, the slender woman corrected, although, she wasn’t sure if anyone would hear her.

There was a distinct difference between being in trouble and a fighting spirit. An escort was not the same as a rescue team. They rolled forward almost, almost as if they had a real plan, and both Muad and Sol let loose. Srina remained where she had been told and for the first time reached behind her back to snap her vibroblades free. A small squad of troopers attacked from the right and the Echani dropped low when the first blaster bolt whizzed by her head so close that she could feel the heat.

The personal shield that was built into the gauntlet of her armor activated to absorb the rest of the shots. Srina waited until they were just close enough before tapping into the Force to launch herself forward. The energy shield disappeared and her weapons buzzed, thrummed, and took on an ember-hot glow as they ignited. She used the small amount of surprise to use the blade in her right hand to punch through the first troopers’ chest plate—while the left swung in a wide arc with the intention of disemboweling his compatriot.

The Echani moved quickly, far too suddenly for the soldiers to follow, and by the time the first hit the ground, the second was already well on his way. The third got off several rapidfire shots but the armorplast of her Starfire Protocol served its purpose and deflected the bolts. She dropped down and kicked her enemy’s legs out, causing the trooper to fall flat on his back. Srina was on him before he could move, booted foot pressing down on his chest, before her elegant wrist twirled and her blade swept at the space where his helmet met his armor. She didn’t look down to see the decapitation but merely used the Force to augment her jump and return to her spot within the group. She didn’t revel in death, in causing destruction, but she did believe in consequences. The attack from the Confederacy was a consequence. Srina, was a consequence. The Empire needed only to accept it.

It was about then that Muad decided to distract any reinforcements that arrived, a wall of blue flame absorbing half of the enemy, and Sol seemed determined to join him. Srina wasn’t sure if they had some sort of romantic involvement behind closed doors, but either stubborn man clearly deserved each other. “Idiots.”, she murmured, and instead turned toward the entrance to Morpho.

The wide doors slid open and the first thing that greeted silvery eyes was a pair of soldiers that stood with their blaster rifle’s over across their chests. They seemed stunned, momentarily, and their hesitance was to her benefit. The cutting power of her Echani vibroblades would again be put to use as she drove her blades into the abdomen of either trooper. She twisted her wrists outward before pulling the blades to either side—forcing them through flesh and armor versus moving out the way it came.

The troopers went down and Srina headed inside the building, uncertain if [member="Garith Darkhold"] or [member="Azrik"] would also be accompanying her. [member="Tmoxin Temi"] was close. The apprentice could feel her through the ether as clearly as she had on Ryloth. The only difference now was that she could feel something new. There were other auras present that were equally strong in the Force. At least one of them, a star that burned bright red in her minds eye, was in opposition to the Nightmother. Her pace quickened.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Kyrel was almost certain that his attack would catch her off guard, but the woman was sneaky and fast, and Kyrel wouldn't have expected less as her saber flew into her hands via the Force and activated the crimson blade. The two bloodshine blades met in a clash of white light, the sound of the two struggling as the air around them even started to smell, Kyrel kept his blade on top of her's, Vader's Bane was pumping him full of rage due to the Mustafar Crystal and the unique bond the weapon had to it's Master, it increased his power in the dark side but filled him full of pain and rage that if he continued to wield it he knew it would only get worse.​

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He was now fully immersed in the dark side, his skin full of color only moments ago was turning pale, his eyes were blazing yellow as his rage took control. He looked into her eyes their blades locked as he said to her, his voice filled with that rage that was consuming him. "I knew I should have killed you when you were of no use to me... It seems I will have to rectify that mistake witch!" ​

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The blade lock still kept Kyrel could sense that more foes were almost upon him, and he knew that perhaps he may not escape the fight... A mistake that would bring great shame to the Enforcer of Ren. Still, he could only think to laugh mentally as he has faced many powerful foes and lived. He would live to see through this day he would make sure of that. He sensed several Force Signatures and would think that fear would perhaps make them think otherwise of facing him, as he focused on several beings and sent his dark Force Signature to them, letting his cold aura reach them the closer they got meaning for it to be a warning for them to stay away, even though he knew that such things would not work of course.​

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Even though Tmoxin had managed to parry his blade, she would not last long, as with the enhanced dark side strength that his weapon gave him, he started to attempt to press her blade downwards with his and hopefully with surprise he attempted to punch her in the face and kick her back a few feet, before spinning his blade in an arc and stepping forward quickly, attempting another strike mixing Soresu and Djem So together he attempted a diagonal slash to her chest.​

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[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="BX-25233"] [member="Garith Darkhold"] [member="Sol Damerin"]​

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

As Kurenai charged at Koda she had to give him credit for reacting so quickly, his shoots to the point, and at this close range the commando was not able to deflect the shots well, several passing her defenses and hitting her chest and arm. This caused enough unbalance to make her tumble over losing aim with the close line attack, but Kurenai was nothing if adaptable, and the slight tumble allowed her to switch attacks up while keeping enough momentum.

Grunting through the searing sting induced but the Mandos blaster bolts Kurenai moved her position to deliver a sharp sweeping kick to the mans chest, if not to cause any pain simply send him flying, she knew from experience how tough armor like that was, though she doubted the man knew exactly he was fight, Kurenai was more then just a dark Jedi solider.

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Lemon]

The Dark Jedi Soldier had taken her fair share of hits. At the very least she had been struck four times, and at the most twelve, due to the three round burst fire. Even as she charged the Bounty Hunter she was hit for the fourth or twelfth time, yet still she persisted. There was no doubt she was tough, but how much longer could she really keep this up? Not for much longer, or at least that's what Fett had assumed. His blaster fire persisted as she got closer and closer but ultimately she leapt up, sending a kick towards his chest and breastplate. A grunt emitting from beneath his helmet. The armour was effective enough at keeping any real damage from being sustained, but the force of the strike sent him backwards, landing into the pile of rubble behind him.

From the pile he quickly came to his senses. Firing his blaster carbine from the rubble in his attempt to move to his feet. This was the end of the line, there was nowhere else to go but dead ahead, in the direction of Kurenai. Yet still, he had his jetpack, capable of blasting out of this situation at any moment. Though it wasn't likely, that DNA was his legacy in a sense. It wasn't going to be handed off easily.

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Soundtrack​

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Your face like porcelain​

And his heart string​

Oh so thin​

Your eyes, like daggers, burn through his skin​

You're so cold master, where do I begin?​

Between the volatile Force signature and the physical signs of change - the blood, the tattoos, the fire - Tmoxin was not the same Hapan woman he’d met six months ago on Bespin. The spirits of the Mandragora fed her with power as though some sweet elixir, except she still did not have full control of it yet. Furthermore she did not sense the magnitude of that, causing a reckless instability that made the room crackle with electricity. After he admitted he regretted killing her, she growled:

“When we first met, I asked you why you hid behind the mask. Now I can see it upon your face. You needed to hide the doubt that’s written all over your features.. But that’s okay, I can take care of that debilitating fear once and for all.”

The strength of his blade… she’d never felt anything like it, so as he drove her sabre downward, the redhead let it go entirely, jumping backwards her speed enhanced by the Force, his attempt at physical violence thwarted.

“Do you know what I did to the last man who struck my face?” Tmoxin asked, no smile adorning her freckled face. “I erased all of his precious memories save only a few. Do not lay a hand upon me.”

With telekinesis, she sent the only office chairs in the room soaring into Kyrel, not necessarily to harm him but to keep him at bay. The blade he wielded was not a normal saber, and yes, this caused her concern enough to try and put some distance between them.

“You blackmailed me, you extorted a daughter from me. This is where your control over me ends.” A hand shot out, tattoos gleaming on the pale skin of her forearm, and she began the highly uncomfortable process of infiltrating Kyrel’s mind, searching and searching for that one kernel of information she thought might offset him a bit.

“The daughter. She’s mine. Now where is Varas?”

The location of his daughter. Once identified, she’d painfully rip it out and immediately order a CIS special ops group to find her.

[member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="BX-25233"] | [member="Garith Darkhold"] | [member="Sol Damerin"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]​

 

[Malok]

Arrogance.

He could feel it roil off of the Ren in waves. A brazen confidence in the power clutched within his meager form. Was it the shadow that he wielded as his weapon that emboldened him so? Was it the abuse of Sieger? Had [member="Kyrel Ren"] finally been broken beyond repair at the hands of his God? Truly, only a broken man and a broken mind would ever think a quiet surrender was going to happen.

But there was indeed silence.

Wrathful eyes witnessed the battle between Mother and Master of Ren for several moments. Learning. Waiting. Towards [member="Tmoxin Temi"], he owed no allegiance. He had no oaths, save for a promise of not having to pay for his bacta bath today. And thus, he did not have any reason not to end their battle right then. What he wanted to do was crush the brazen Ren underfoot...But there was just something about Temi's words that gave Darth Saethus pause.

Something that made him feel less like a monster and more like Josiah.

The plight of a Mother fighting for her child.

The Sith raised his hand. His wrath commanded the Force, bending its might to his whim. His target was, of course, the brazen Kyrel Ren...but he did not aim to send him skidding across the office with a mighty push. No...as opposed to acting as a Force of nature, he acted as a boon to the plight of the Mother.

C R U S H I N G weight was placed upon the Ren's legs - a mighty Force grip that could cave in durasteel helms with ease. Darth Saethus closed his hand into a fist, furiously commanding the Force to grip the Ren's bones into oblivion. He wanted him to know pain. He wanted to rob him of the ability to stand before the Wrath of Tmoxin Temi. And once she had ripped the information out of him, then he would have his fun.

[member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Malok]

Upper Atmosphere
(Pardon the last post's mess, folks!)

There were no ifs about it.

The dice had been thrown. There was only survival or utter demise. With the cloak down, the Ferocity was as bright as a Life Day candle on the Imperial sensors. Yet, destruction via barrage was not the paramount threat to the Frigate - the planetary shield was. At full speed did the vessel's engines roar, propelling the pinnacle of Fringe craftsmanship across the void at a brisk pace. All the while, it unleashed E V E R Y T H I N G it had into the shield, focusing fire on a single area.

It was a perilous gamble. Break the shield or collide against it. Victory or Death. Darth Metus steeled himself in silence as the vessel drew nearer and nearer...

"Impact in 3..."

"...2..."

"...1!

The black gave was to stormy skies.

The Sith could breath again.

"Get the cloak up as quick as possible and ping the ground teams."

"Roger Roger."

The Ferocity was not out of the woods just yet, but for now it had precious seconds to regroup. Meanwhile, the groundside teams ([member="Muad Dib"], [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Sol Damerin"], [member="BX-25233"], [member="Garith Darkhold"], @Azrik) would receive a single ping on their comm.

The Vicelord was in their airspace.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Kurenai kept up her assault on the mando as he slammed into the wall, having enough of games she pulled out her light saber, activating the blood orange blade as she continued to advance towards her target, intent on finishing him off and completing her mission. She had wasted too much time here, maybe just destroying the Fett DNA would be good enough, the CIS did not have any real use for it at the moment.

As she advanced close the bounty hunter again tried to gun her down, a tiresome tactic that she was getting rather annoyed with, reaching out with the force she attempted to hold the mandos weapon in place trying to prevent him from firing in her direction, using her free hand to deflect any stray blaster bolts away from her person. "I can see no how mace Windu beat Jango Fett so easily, just constant shooting, nothing new, to easy". She readied her blade for a horizontal strike across his neck intent on finishing the Mando off once and for all.

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Lemon]

As Koda attempted to rise to his feet the bolts persisted, although they were quickly and easily dismissed until the Carbine was held still through the force. Fett was unable to move it, that is all he knew. The lightsaber of Kurenai came closer towards him, and her taunt antagonising him. In quick succession his left hand jutted outwards in a fist, yet instead of trying to actually punch her a paralysis dart soared out from the gauntlet. It heading in the direction towards her neck. This would ultimately be his last chance, hopefully it had gone through.

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Kurenai gave the Mando a death glare as she raised her saber to strike him down, her annoyance and rash thinking taking over her usual though pattern, as such she failed to fully notice that the fist coming towards her was not a punch but another ballistic attack of some sort. She brought her hand up the block what she though as a punch, only for it to be much weaker than expected, followed promptly by the feeling of a sharp object being lodged into her neck.

Kurenai recoiled from the act, reaching for her neck, touching the tip of a dart, "Why, you liiitl- ahhh ooh", whatever was in the dart was starting to take effect, hitting her in the neck meant quicker access to her brain. The world started to spin around her, slowly becoming drowsier before finally falling to the ground unconscious.

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett was much like Jango Fett, and it was only fitting considering the fact that Koda was in fact a genetic copy of the Mandalorian Warrior. Although Jango emphasised on the warrior aspects of any fight, utilising his brute strength and unbreakable will as Koda tends to focus on his guile and battle-tested skill. Yet that wasn't to say Koda lacked in brute strength and willpower, something of which he had plenty of. Perhaps being in possession of more cunning and sly intelligence is what could of saved Jango that fateful day. It isn't as if anyone was ever going to get an answer, however.

With his back to the wall the dart was fired, Fett's last ditch effort striking his target in the neck as she ultimately went down. Kurenai had done him a favour, though. Taking out this corridor prevented anyone from getting to the Fett DNA Sample, meaning that he was done with his mission for now, and with a prisoner there was money to be made. Of course he would exaggerate her capabilities in order to gain a greater reward, but that wasn't to say she wasn't a formidable opponent. If it weren't for the dart then Fett would have gone the way of his pseudo father.

With his boots crunching beneath the rubble, Koda stood over the unconscious body of Kurenai, shooting it nothing but a contemptuous glare that maintained a hint of relief. The DNA was saved and that's all that truly mattered, at least to him, as far as he was concerned everything else about Kamino could be reduced to ash. Very few things in this galaxy did Fett ever truly consider meaningful, and his 'legacy' as he would of called it was definitely among them. With his eyes still moving back and forth over her the lightsaber that seemed to roll from her grip was apparent, and it was ripe for the taking. It was common for Fett to take trophies from his reputable victims, and what else but a lightsaber?

Kneeling down onto his right knee, he snatched the lightsaber with his left hand as his right maintained the grip on the carbine. Juggling it in the air briefly, tossing it up and allowing it to land right back into his grip, "Almost got me. Almost." He taunted to the unconscious figure who would no doubt not hear him. The rain pelting in through the side window's holes, and what cracks it had seemed to start leaking through. The woman's lightsaber was clipped onto his belt, and with it there he reaches into one of his many pouches to grab a single pair of cuffs, encasing the Energy Vampire's hands in them.

A stray red bolt, larger than most in size came towards them, striking the window and creating a large enough hole within it. It looked as if Fett had his exit. The Mandalorian slung his blaster carbine, letting it hang as he picked up the body of the woman and began to fly out the hole and towards one of the many platforms, this one just happened to have a healthy amount of Imperials, "Ah, Bounty Hunter... I see you're doing your job." He greeted with a hint of disdain in his voice, it was clear that the Imperial Officers didn't take kindly to Koda consistently up-staging their men, but regardless, the Bounty Hunter in question lowered the body to the ground, simply replying, "Just make sure I get paid." Before parting ways, taking steps through the rain to go elsewhere. Wherever that may be.

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]