Freeze![Open Skirmish On Belgaroth]

[Cameron Centurion]

Ashmedai sat silently in a sparsely decorated room. Atop the onyx-colored table in front of him was a large monitor that the Sith Lord had configured to display key surveillance points. While he chose to have no direct method to monitor communications among Sith forces in the facility, Ashmedai knew all too well what was happening.

A number of presences lightly dotted the surrounding areas, but Ashmedai's interest ran to one particular presence. Why? Ashmedai had felt the presence of countless Jedi from a wide variety of sects. One of the presences that had recently arrived on Belgaroth, however, perplexed the Sith Lord.

Tenting his hands, Ashmedai brought his index fingers to his lower lip as a mischievous expression framed his features. While in his youthful arrogance the Sith Lord would have insisted he had never been perplexed by presences, that did not remain the reality. In fact...he recalled suffering this particular affliction on several occasions. Recently. With his family.

Ashmedai supposed he should have been honored to some extent. Thanks to [member="Micah Talith"]'s continuous scheming and adventurous nature, Cameron Centurion was well aware of the particular benefits of the Cloak of Aatrox. A slow, rumbling laughter began to boil forth from the depth of the Sith Lord's soul. There were precious few - five to be exact. So...he surmised that either one of the kids or Kira had decided to pay a visit.

This short inspection trip just went from mundane to very interesting.

 

[Sha'Lom Kolos]

Sha'Lom let the flames surround him.
"Fool, I too know the ways of the force. You cannot beat me!"
Sha'Lom brought the flames and debris from the explosion into a force maelstrom. The Force gathered around him as he drew objects closer. They spun faster and faster still, the debris cathcing fire.
"You fight fire, WITH FIRE! AHHH"
Sha'Lom released the maelstrom and sent the flaming debris towards [member="Darth Atrox"]. He charged Atrox before throwing the vibroblde at his chest. He pulled out a white lightsaber and swung at Atrox, all his strength in one massive blow.
"I'm not your friend! That is why you must fall!"

 

[Chevu Visz]

Team 3: Detour

"Let me out?" she asked the blonde with a quirk of her brow. "Oh you mean, after my demotion?" The Mirialan averted her gaze with the barest of frowns on her lips. [member="Peyton Steele"] probably thought she was a total kark-up. Well, maybe had been, but lately Chevu had was building back up her stock. She was going to be the comeback kid. She turned back to the shifter and grinned, biting her lip flirtatiously.

"A girl's gotta break the rules sometimes right?"

Checking her Datalogger, it seemed that the other teams had the Weapons Testing Facility locked down. The Mirialan Knight jerked her thumb towards the pair of shiny red SH-93 Interceptors parked right next to the Mirage.

"Hey, wanna take a detour?"

 

[Peyton Steele]

Team Three

Peyton looked at Chevu and smiled. She couldn’t help it, seeing the green Jedi was just.. she didn’t know, nice? Yeah, nice. But the rest of it, well, the whole Jedi and GADF thing still confused her, and with Peyton being part of Intelligence, she wasn’t sure what she could say and what she should be hearing. Intel did have their own people who were made to deal with the Jedi themselves, it was like an Internal Affairs type deal.

Peyton was more MI6, and dealing with attacks on the state. That was why she was here, after all. Taking it to the Sith, and seeing what sort of information she could learn.

She had her own datalogger too, and looked at it. The mission was simple for the intelligence teams, gather all data on what they could find. Some people were heading to the battle at the Weapons Factory, but Peyton was much more interested in data. The blonde saw her swoops. “What are you looking for? I really need to break into the internal systems of the Sith, to see what I can steal. I’ve got a list of data that I think the Alliance could use.”

And well, it would just further the skirmishes that would be hitting the Sith until the Alliance could do something to them.

[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Team three: Enroute to Korken Starshooter's Compound

Chevu had a place in mind alright. She wouldn't chance it alone, but with Peyton along, the two of them had much better odds of walking away with some pretty useful stuff.

"According to my intel, there's a Sith Lord on Belgaroth who goes on long vacations in the Bright Jewel system. His name is Korken Starshooter. Lord Starshooter is apparently quite a collector of artifacts, but who knows what else the Sith has on his computer. Military plans, defense secrets. Stuff like that I'm hoping."

The Mirialan swung her leg around the seat of the swoop bike and donned a helmet, pulling the visor down over her onyx eyes. "He's a pretty powerful Lord. I think he may even be one of those folding space types." She scrunched up her nose as she revved the swoop's engine.

"So...really unpredictable?" Just like someone else she knew.

Tossing a helmet to Peyton, she winked. "Shall we?"

[member="Peyton Steele"]

 

[Galatea Raste]

Starshooter's Compound

A long Sith Knight had settled in among the artifacts. She'd been granted admittance, which was a rare thing, she was sure. Of course she knew she was being watched the entire time that she was in there, lest she do something foolish and rash. Galatea was a lot of things, but thief was not one of them. Stealing went beyond her bounds of activity. She, in fact, preferred more measured forms of power gains, like the planting of a knife in the back. Her heritage lent her to such things.

She stood pondering a rather eloquent piece of armor, only half-heartedly paying attention to it. The entire reason for her visit to the world had been simple: intelligence gathering. She'd been out of touch with the main body of the Sith ever since she'd achieved the rank of Knight. Partly as she planned moves against the Echani council, and partly as she hunted for Spencer Jacobs, the self proclaimed Queen of the Echani. It made her want to vomit to think the little quarter blood thought she could lead their great people. Not even her father had thought to do that.

Shaking her head, he turned and looked upwards and outwards. She could feel something coming, and it brought a smile to her lips, but she turned back to the artifacts, continuing to wander among them, looking for something that could be of use to her goals.

[member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Peyton Steele"]

 

[Peyton Steele]

Team Three
Ding Dong Ditching a Sith Lord, what could go wrong?

Starshooter… Peyton crunched up her nose as she listened to Chevu. She hated Sith, really, she didn’t care for any of the mystics. Chevu was unique, because she seemed to live on her own rules. It wasn’t a religious thing for her, just part of who she was, what she was. She was a user of the Force and followed… what? Her own goals? Her heart? Whatever it was, it was a breath of fresh air.

“Artifacts? I think there is a bounty on them, if we can steal something, turn it over to be destroyed, and presto.” Credits. Peyton wasn’t always an agent. She wasn’t always patriotic.

“But if we can get there, I can try to break the computer system. The Sith seem to not separate military from their cult people.” She shrugged and caught the helmet, walking to the second swoop.

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Galatea Raste"]

 

[Darth Atrox]

Amusement flickered across the jaundiced eyes of Darth Atrox, eyes which usually only conveyed one emotion. Anger. In the moments the big mouthed Shalom had deflected his Sith Flames, the Zabrak utilised the Art of The Small to convert all of the molecules into his body to a living, breathing and deadly gas. Using telekinesis, the Sith moved forwards in this gaseous state; filling the pockets of air around him with the black substance. The blades and fire simply passed through the black haze of Atrox, and the voice of the Sith Knight filled the ears of Shalom.

"My Force Powers far surpass your puny ones, for I have been educated in the ways of the Dark Side."

The Zabrak would continue to whisper quietly into the ear of Shalom, infecting his mind with lies, and doubt. This was a weapon favoured by the Dark Sider, and he regained his normal form after a few more moments of this.

The whispers died away promptly, as did the final tendrils of gas that had strayed from the control of the Sith Knight. Once again, the deep, sly voice of Atrox would echo through the ears of Shalom.

"Give in to your anger... Strike me and continue on your quest. What are you doing anyway? Are you just a pawn of the Galactic Alliance. Join us... You will be shrouded in greatness... The One Sith is a path all will eventually tread. Join me, and I can save you from certain death. [member="Sha'Lom Kolos"]..."

Panting from the excursion using those skills had caused, Atrox eyes his opponent, predicting every possible move he could attempt to do, and imagining them being stopped and the his crimson red blades cleaning murdering his opponent. Naturally, these images were being projected into the mind of Sha'Lom, further depleting his confidence and replacing it with fear.

His jaundiced eyes met with [member="Knight Mullarus"]' and his huge apprentice, smirking in recognition.

 

[Sha'Lom Kolos]

Sha'Lom snapped into a dark trance.
"You cannot.....I will not.....join the dark side!"
Sha'Lom grabbed at his head.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Sha'Lom started to hallucinate. Atrox's messages rang around in his head with a scary whisper.
"No [member="Darth Atrox"], you can't make me........JOIN THE DARK SIDE!"
"GAHH, what is wrong with me? You did this! I hate you! NO WAIT, I'M NOT FINISHED YET! Oh yes you are!"
"NO, I'm NOT!"
Sha'Lom ran off from Atrox and made his way closer to [member="Knight Mullarus"].
"Mullarus! I'M GOING KILL YOU!"

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Like a master observing a battle between foes of lesser power than himself, Mullarus watched [member="Darth Atrox"] and [member="Sha'Lom Kolos"] duke it out with his apprentice, [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] by his side. He tried to critique the moves they made against one another and explain in brief detail what it was that the arue'tii's eyes were comprehending.

Except he couldn't. Never before had Mullarus seen, nor even heard of a Sith slinging fire from his fingertips. It was awe-inspiring to him. He felt the compulsion to learn how he did it so he could perhaps learn to do it himself. There would definitely be holocron research to be done when he returned home to his manor on Ragoon VI.

Then came the small alien's Maelstrom, another ability he had never seen in action, but one he had briefly researched before. Apparently, Galen Marek, a warrior from the past that Mullarus looked up to, had performed such a skill before in his days of serving the mighty Darth Vader. He had to duck when the alien's Maelstrom launched a stray plasteel cylinder his way, going over his head and shattering against the wall behind him. "For the record, apprentice...there is much in this battle that is taking me by surprise. Some form of pyromancy i've never seen before, and that Maelstrom the little one performed. Abilities I cannot explain how to perform, but I do know the Maelstrom is....sorta like a Force Repulse, only instead of taking the Force around oneself and expelling it outward like an explosion, the user takes objects and launches them like a cannon outward. I have never attempted this ability, but perhaps in your spare time, you may decide to teach yourself the skill."

"Mullarus!" The Knight's head cocked forward at the small alien, now brandishing a white-bladed lightsaber. How interesting. The crystal in that lightsaber must be extremely rare. Mullarus felt the need to take it from the runt's corpse as a trophy.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

It charged. Mullarus quickly Force-Pulled Bleeding Cross into his mainhand and used his other to usher his large apprentice back. "The iridonian had angered him. Apprentice, it seems i'm being summoned into this battle. Watch and observe. The Dark Side is a powerful ally." he commanded, the crossguard lightsaber igniting and expelling a swathe of violet into the room around him.

He stepped forward and held his greatsword-sized lightsaber with both hands defensively, "Fine! Let me demonstrate the Dark Side's might, little runt! You would do best to embrace it! Maybe you will have a chance against two Knights of the Sith!" Mullarus taunted.

 

[Sha'Lom Kolos]

Sha'Lom crossed sabers with [member="Knight Mullarus"].
"I don't know what's happening, AHH!"
Sha'Lom collapsed, dazed from [member="Darth Atrox"] and his attack.
"Atrox, your acolyte......he's learned.....The Art of the Small....
Sha'Lom stood up.
"But he will never beat a Jedi!"
Sha'Lom picked up his commlink.
"Team 1 and 3, I've found Mullarus!"
Sha'Lom clashed sabers with Mullarus

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Abelain watched from the far corner of the room as the Iridonian and the strange runt of an inferior dueled each other with abilities that awed and brought interest to his eyes. Especially the ability to compel flames to do ones' bidding. That could be an infinitely useful power to learn, especially given the resistance of the Arue'tii to heat and fire. "Teacher, perhaps one day you may learn this pyromantic ability, and pass it on to your student."

The Maelstrom shot heavy shrapnel about the room, and Abelain was certain that a piece of stone had struck him at high velocity in the shoulder, or rather, on the chitin covering his shoulder. It was useful to be covered in the chitin, though if a larger piece had struck him at the speed that this one had, he dreaded to think of the consequences upon his organs. Most likely, it would be a painful, but survivable event, though organ damage was always difficult to diagnose.

The teacher was called into the battle with a heroic shout from the runt, and the teacher motioned his student back. Abelain nodded, backing away from the battle-ready form of his teacher, sinking into the shadows at the far corner of the room, not quite completely out of visibility due to his size; he was nonetheless a much less important target than the visible Knights in front.

All the while, he couldn't help but think that the runt had made a terrible decision coming here alone.
[member="Sha'Lom Kolos"] | [member="Knight Mullarus"] | [member="Darth Atrox"]

 

[Krux Mullarus]

'Found me? How does he even know my name?'

'Team 1 and 3?... By the Force, there's more'

The strange alien's white blade came around at him in a quick swing. Mullarus spun his lightsaber, parrying the alien's attack and taking a step back, pointing back at [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]. "Apprentice!" he called, "Sound the alarm! We are under attack!" Hopefully, the arue'tii would know to locate an alarm button a few doors down the corridor outside to signal a red alert and get every trooper in the Facility on alert.

Meanwhile, [member="Sha'Lom Kolos"] leapt at him again. Mullarus focused on defense for now as he continued to bark out orders. He parried blow by blow of the alien, who demonstrated great agility for his small stature. Their blades became a swathe of violet and white.

Finally, Mullarus found an opportunity to go on the offensive. As quickly as he had gone on the defense, he grit his teeth and channeled his rage and his passion. Pent up anger caused Mullarus' grip on the hilt of his lightsaber to tighten and begin to unleash a flurry of attacks from all directions. The alien was small amd more difficult to hit than an average-sized opponent, so Mullarus covered a larger area with his long lightsaber.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Team 3: Starshooter's Compound

Lord Starshooter's compound wasn't too far from their deployment location, and these swoops were fast. In no time flat, the two women were parking the bikes about a mile away. Chevu left her helmet by the speeder. With a few taps of her Datapad, the Mirialan began to consult the Compound's floorplan that Galactic Alliance slicer, Brandon Horn, had gotten her. Sure, she had to promise him a date in exchange for the data, but an evening of fighting off his advances would be worth it if she could score some interesting Force artifacts. Horn's slice had also turned up some of the objects in Starshooter's library, which included a Shard of Retaliation among other precious trinkets. The man liked his baubles.

The dark sided stuff? It was going to end up taking a lava bath on Sullust. Peyton could have it. Besides, the shifter was Force blind. She might be able to handle those Sith artifacts without the worry of adverse effects, or temptations. Maybe. Who knew with this Sith crap?

As they reached the compound, Chevu reached out with the Force. If Lord Starshooter were there, she guessed she'd sense his very dark aura, unless it was concealed with Sith sorcery. That didn't seem likely though. They had the element of surprise, didn't they?

"I don't feel anything concerning," she told the blonde agent. Still, Chevu's twitching green fingers hovered over her lightsaber hilt, just in case of an ambush.

[member="Galatea Raste"] [member="Peyton Steele"]

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

The tall and imposing figure spun about in the darkness; pure red cape flapping softly at the sudden movement, and began an expeditious retreat out of the room, light against the cape causing flickering shadows to dance upon the floor with an intensity not unlike that of the Iridonian's fire. The teacher's order was clear, to alert the remainder of the facility to the immediate threat of attack, and to prepare them for the coming battle. It was evident from the speech of the runt-ling, that there would be a larger group of assailants inbound.

A final glance before exiting the room revealed the teacher, locked in deadly combat with the alien, and lashing blow upon blow in his direction. Reaching the hallway, he passed by several Imperial troopers, apparently awaiting orders after having been told to leave the intruder to the Sith. The teacher had said that he would be a leader among these men, it was striking the hour to test that prediction. Abelain spoke through his chitinous smile, a quality which seemed to unnerve a few of the troopers, though they spoke nothing of it.

"Sound a general alarm, we are under assault and shall be met briefly with hostiles. Report any hostile activities, coordinate to stop any threat."
With the order complete, he stood there as the troopers scattered like mice to their work.
The prediction had rung true.

[member="Knight Mullarus"] | [member="Sha'Lom Kolos"] | [member="Darth Atrox"]

 

[Galatea Raste]

Chevu might have been hiding her signature, but she couldn't hide Peytons. Galatea was now aware that someone had arrived, but of course she didn't know that it was someone with malicious intentions. Could have been a local yokel or some traveling trader or something like that. As such, she didn't pay it much mind. If it didn't bother her, what was the sense in expending effort to bother it? Especially with all of the fascinating trinkets around her.

One of them in particular caught her eye: the shard of retaliation. She'd heard mention of this one before, and her mind pieced that back to Velok. She thought he might have been looking for it at one time or another, but she couldn't be sure. She stopped here to admire the piece. A hand snaked across her bosom, and propped up her other arm as she rubbed lightly at her chin while thinking about this particular artifact. It's uses were numerous, and she might be in need of it in the future. If there were a way to get it for herself, she would certainly be unashamed to do so.

But for now she just looked. No touching.

[member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Peyton Steele"]

 

[Darth Atrox]

The Dathomirian let out a deep laugh of malice as the small alien took on [member="Knight Mullarus"] in combat. Slowly approaching the duellers, twirling the crimson blades almost lazily as he approached, eyes trained on the violet and white blur that had begun to form between them. It was no use pretending that the small alien displayed an impressive amount of skill, both in his knowledge of the Force and skills with his blade. But would those skills be any use against two decorated Sith Knights?

Darth Atrox didn't think so.

The Sith gave a snarl of rage as he leaped forward, legs further powered by the Force, which further reddened the eyes of Darth Atrox. In a single swipe, it was the Sith's aim to swipe the blade arm off of [member="Sha'Lom Kolos"], then torture him into giving the two Knights the whereabouts of his allies. By barking at the com-link, Sha'Lom had jeopardized the mission he and the Galactic Alliance were doing.

The blade of Atrox had joined the battle, and the two Sith Knights should hopefully finish this battle with haste.

[member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

 

[Darth Atrox]

-double posted, ignore this post-

 

[Sha'Lom Kolos]

Sha'Lom clashed his blade with theirs.
"You think you can easily beat me? Ha, I don't think so."
Sha'Lom threw Atrox at a wall and brought the roof of the room down. He preceded to run out of the room.
"Team 1 and 3, where are you!?"

 

[Peyton Steele]

Team 3
Starshooter Compound

The fact that Chevu knew of this place was something else. Sure, Peyton knew her team could use the extra gunhand and the melee work when it came down to it, but this was something else. Maybe they could collect some artifacts and do their best to destroy them here, or take them to Sullust, or dump them into the nearest star. Either would work for her. There was still a humidity to the air when they stepped closer to the compound.

“How’d you learn about this place anyway? Your boyfriend?” She tossed Chevu a goofy grin and rolled her eyes, looking around. There would have to be a computer terminal in there somewhere, so that it was an intelligence job and not just her helping a Jedi.

She’d get ridiculed by her superiors for that one.

Using some standard issue range finders, the intelligence operative was surveying the target area. “Nah, it seems clear to me. Lightsabers first?” She grinned.

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Galatea Raste"]