Faction [GA | DE/ER] End of the Core Wars

[Reina Daival]

Location: Tython
Objective: Survive
Tags: Everest Vale Corazona von Ascania Connel Vanagor Caelan Valoren Jaidan Shatani
Lightsaber - Pequod​

Physically, Reina was still raring to go. This had been tiring work but there was still plenty of wind left in her sails. The prosthesis was starting to play up from pushing it to its limits. Mentally though? The woman just wanted to curl up in her bed and wrap a blanket around herself. Feel the safety and security of her new home. Spiritually she felt drained as if it had been dragging out of her.

If it hadn't been for Everest, Reina would have collapsed from the tremors beneath her. It had taken her by surprise but it was also a reminder to her of how much she needed to step up her game. There was so much more she could do with the Force, if she only learned how to do it. She needed a teacher but at the same time Reina had no clue who she could learn from.

For now, Reina had to focus on the small Flame inside of her. It was a larger Flame than it used to be but it wasn't an overwhelming blaze she could see in other Jedi. She reached her hand out towards Cora to try and pass some of the Flame onto her. To add to the Light that was going to be used against the Dengir. With her other arm however, Reina reached out to support Everest throwing it around her friend to keep them standing in case Everest stumbling. The Echani probably didn't need the aid from Reina, but Reina needed to offer it. She needed to feel like she was being useful.

 

[Anguis Dux]

Tag: The Vulptex

Anguis's vibroblade hummed through the air with such precision and speed that he could have sliced through the molecular gap in a battle tank's armor.

Nothing. His blade passed through empty space.

They had been there one second but now they were gone. Like they never existed.

Instead, his helmet sensors detected an object being thrown into the room. From its shape and make readings he instantly knew it was an EMP weapon. His VG/ICS-02 Standard Infantry Combat System armor system was hardened against ion and EMP weapons, but not immune. Too close. Too powerful. The world slowed to a treacle crawl as his mind rapidly processed the information beforehand. Calculations raced and computations were completed as he searched for the course of action with the highest probability of success.

Moving out of the blast radius? Impossible. His Jetboot Thrusters were still on cooldown. On foot, he wouldn't get far enough to even hope to get half the distance needed to avoid it.

He watched the grenade toss and turn in the air. So slow it looked like it was flying along on a piece of invisible string.

Block it? His lunge had placed him into an open section of the room where the nearest cover was too far away for him to make it in time.

The casing of the grenade began to peel off like a flower blossoming. Blinding blue light began to pour through the gaps.

Negate it? The probability of success was near zero. But it was still better than the zero he was going to get if he did nothing. In a single deft move with his free hand, he ripped open the Liquid Storage Cell in his helmet. The molecular disruptor mirror cell ruptured, unleashing 45 liters of shrunken and compressed water in the space between him and the detonating grenade.

The grenade detonated. Despite not being an explosive the concussive force of the EMP slapped the wave of water around the room, leaving not a single surface dry. Anguis' ears bled as his helmet's audio systems crashed in a high-pitched screech. His HUD readings flickered and died. But not everything was dead. Basic proximity sensors were still online. He'd never get a lock on his attacker but if they came charging towards him he'd know their general direction.

The onslaught of water he'd interposed between himself and the EMP had softened the wave of radiation.

His vibrosword was still working. The sparks that his Disruptor Pistol was throwing off told him he'd get one shot and that was it.

Gunshots rang through the room. The lights went out. Anguis found himself wishing now that his night vision suite was still working.

Suddenly, from behind, his proximity sensors screamed. An attack? No, the readings were too small, fast, and fluid. A whip. Too light to hurt him but enough to yank something off him. Its target was obvious.

Instead of wrapping around his blade, the Songsteel Chain found itself constricting around Anguis's forearm. Only his armored vambraces stopped it from crushing his bone.

"Oh, this Empire may have ended, but my opportunities have not," he hissed at the darkness, "Even this rotting carcass still has ripe meat for the carrion. But for you? All you'll get in thanks for your service will be a knife in your back. Courtesy of those weaklings that call themselves the GADF. I may be a greedy little bastard, but I have more money and might amass under me than that feckless Coruscanti orphan could ever have dreamed of. There is only one constant in this merciless Galaxy: the strong consume the weak."

With a monumental outburst of strength, Anguis Dux pulled his arm and the songsteel towards him. Whoever wielded it would have to give it up or find themselves being launched towards the tip of his waiting blade.

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[Tiber Septimus]

Tags: Ilri Mel | Lodd Grimmin | | Lyandra Thalorin | Alicio Organa | Feridade Parthi | Vianca Mecetti | Marya Werdegast

Tiber turned over the Chancellor's words in his head, and listened to several follow-ups from his colleagues. But his decision was made. He couldn't assume Coruscant was safe. Not yet. Not until a full accounting of the Imperial's capabilities was presented to him.

"The delegation from Niahelios votes in favor of the capital of the Galactic Alliance remaining on Fondor."

 

[Helax Karezi]

Tython, Objective IV.​

Her lightsaber swung furiously, swung true, as the weapon was wielded with nimble grace. Yet, one could note that she did not possess the sheer brute strength that most others did. And indeed, the woman's lavender eyes narrowed with hateful appeal as they were not seeming to make a dent in the woman's defenses. A damnable Padawan, forcing her on the backfoot, forcing her to adjust. It didn't matter - she had a plan, and as black witchfire burnt anew in her hand...

She never got a chance to use it.

Because Nir Sil's blast slammed into her back, forcing her away as the saber de-ignited, only clenched onto hard enough that her fingers felt the impression of metal through her gloved hands. Rolling with the impact rather than against, the hard ground still caused an oof, as the Dark Jedi arose. She was angered. She was enraged.

The Vahla definitely carried a look of palpable exhaustion, but even a cornered womp rat could still bite. And true to form, Helax Karezi raised a hand wearily. She was going to be determined to force them away, and with it, she hurled a rocky piece of debris at them. One significantly large enough to drain through her final reserves, and... she missed.

Hitting the tree, as she finally slumped to a knee, saber still deignited. She couldn't keep going, and sucking breath from her building wounds and her hefty exhaustion, the Vahla spoke.

"Go ahead. Kill me Jedi - your pathetic order will not live to see a new Sith Order rise. I know my master will come for me - Dooku will!"

She had no idea what was about to happen...

Phoebe Winsloe Nir Si

 

[Box Mattox]

Battleborn Tac Pods
Establishing LZ
Objective IV — Empire Left Behind
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"That looks as good as any," Box said, pointing through the cockpit window at a patch of jungle just ahead and to the right. There was a small clearing, about 300 meters from the shore-line.

The sensors also picked up a lot of thermals in the area. Thermals without Imperial FoF identifiers. Probably just large animals. But animals were as much of a threat as Galactic Alliance soldiers.

"Light it up," he commanded, and the Tac Pods opened up with their chin-guns. Blaster bolts turned twilight into Sunset, with men and beasts being blasted apart on the landscape below.

In the midst of the burning terrain, the Tac Pods set down. Ramps lowered, and the troops inside rushed out, securing the area. There wasn't much left to secure. There were a few bodies of the chittering tree-climbing mammals native to this world. And there was one armored human limb on the ground in the midst of the clearing, taken off at the shoulder and smoldering. The rest of its hapless owner was nowhere to be seen.

When everything seemed secure, additional Tac Pods landed, forming a circle. With men already on scene, gear came out next. Speeders and small scout walkers, hastily assembled by teams of five from their modular components.

As the final batch of Tac Pods were coming in, a streak of fire lifted off from the ground about 200 meters east of this position. It lanced up and caught one of the pods close to the ground, sending it spinning into a canopy of trees. The fireball that rose up from the crash site left little doubt that there had been so survivors.

"Two walkers, two troopers, with me," Box said, and bounded into the jungle in pursuit of the culprit.

He did not need to check that his men were behind him.

 

[The Vulptex]

Tag: Anguis Dux
Names: Lyra, Samantha, Alex, Beatrix​

The darkness was their ally.

Vulptex had been trained for this. Trained to kill, trained to strike from the shadows and take what they want. Credits were worthless when you didn't have to pay for anything. The SIA did that job for them.

As they felt the tug on their chain, rather than fight it, they used that momentum to fling them forward. First came a hand, claws extending to redirect the blade, before a flying kick followed, aimed right at Anguis's face. Hopefully that would shut him up.

 

[Nir Si]

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Tag: Phoebe Winsloe Helax Karezi

Nir's response was a simple one. Walk over, stare at the girl with lightsaber raised just high enough to defend himself, and ask a simple question.

"What year do you think it is?"

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Shan Iris Arani

Zaiya's mottled stripes flickered between dark orange and amber lights as she moved. The weight of triage settled heavily in her chest, reminding herself that she had to move past the black tags, ignore them, and focus on those she could still help. But that didn't mean she didn't see them. The faces frozen in pain. The hands curled against chests, reaching for something or maybe someone, who wasn't there.

Her breath hitched, but she pushed forward. She had to.

Iris's words grounded her. Don't overextend. Just enough to keep them alive.

Zaiya nodded and knelt beside a soldier with a red tag, a deep gash across his abdomen sluggishly oozing blood. His breathing was shallow, pain carving deep lines into his sweat-slicked face. She pressed her hands over the wound, feeling the life pulsing beneath, and reached for the Force.

Golden light flared beneath her fingertips as she wove the energy into him, knitting tissue just enough to stop the bleeding. His breathing steadied, and her skin flickered momentarily to turquoise in relief before fading back to its focused ochre hue.

She tagged him yellow. Then she moved on.

Nearby, Shan held down the patient for the amputation, his voice calm, steady, threading warmth through the Force. His words, lighthearted as they were, felt like a tether against the chaos.

"I'm a big reader myself. You ever read Lady Velvet? I've never really seen the appeal to it, but each to their own right?"

A soft, broken chuckle came from the barely conscious soldier beneath his hands. "M-my sister loves those books," they murmured.

Zaiya swallowed. Her stripes pulsed a faint bronze of empathy before she turned to the next red tag. The work wasn't done.

Not even close.

 

[Dean Walker]

Dean dropped into a low crouch beside the terminal, fingers flying across the control panel. The countdown echoed louder in his ears now — no longer just a noise, but a threat growing sharper by the second.

Beep-beep-beep.

"I'm working on it..." he muttered, more to himself than to Kat, while his eyes flicked to her now and then — her white blade blazing as she deflected blaster fire like it was nothing. The hum of her saber and the impact of her bootfalls gave him just enough calm to focus. She was holding the line, keeping him covered, and he trusted her with his life.

"C'mon, c'mon…"

The slicing tool chirped once — success.

The door hissed open.

"Got it!" Dean called, immediately turning and grabbing Kat's wrist. Just like before, his grip was firm and urgent, but never rough. He pulled her through the threshold and slammed the door closed behind them with a hiss of hydraulics. The sounds of battle outside dulled to a muffled pulse beyond the walls.

His chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths. He took a second — just a second — to look at her. At the flush in her cheeks, the glow of the saberlight on her face. She was fierce. Beautiful. And they weren't out of this yet. Dean snapped back to focus and gave a quick nod toward the corridor ahead.

"You take point," he said, voice low but steady. "I've got your back."

Blaster raised, stance locked in tight behind her, he was ready to move.

Katarine Ryiah
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[Iris Arani]

​

There was no time to slow. The moment Shan had them at least relaxed enough not to get another part of themselves cut off, Iris's saber flashed to life. One quick slash. The heat would cauterize. They didn't have a moment to process until it was finished. Thankfully they fainted. Iris let out a breath as she inspected the wound. The colors here were too dim, too dark. Oppressive in it's lack of hope.

No, not quite lacking hope. She gave a nod to Shan before getting up to move to the next. Even a second to breath as she did could cost a life.

"Patients at risk of harming themselves administer sedatives. We don't have the time to convince them when they're dying." She called out to the others, already taking not that some were trying to convince others to let them tend to them. Death was the alternative, and Iris was determined to make sure as little people died as possible.

Shan | Zaiya Ceti

 

[Antipater]

III. Instrument of Surrender​

The flight to Fortress Chymoelaan was quiet. Eerily so. There was nothing in the way of a direct approach. No enemy aircraft flew out to intercept, no flak cannons scoured the skies. A welcome change of pace, to be sure. The upper segment of the structure had a hangar for TIE strikers and Valery and Kahlil were given clearance to use it without any fuss from the air traffic coordinators.

Heavy blast doors rattled open, revealing an empty landing bay. A flew black-clad Imperial pilots were lazing about, talking quietly, fidgeting nervously. Whatever conversation was unfolding trailed off when the Noble's disembarked. Like the rest of the garrison, they were perhaps expecting anyone else. A general or some defense force functionary... Not Jedi. Not the two Jedi.

They were not left alone for long in any case. A pair of doors peeled open, and it was Moff Antipater who marching out. The droid walked in a rigid manner, every step measured out with the same meticulous precision that maintained his uniform. Not even a crease. He was trailed by a small retinue of grey-clad aides and and a pair of novatroopers.

Just in case his status as a ranking official was in doubt.

There was not a happy face among them. Just sunken-eyes and thinned lips. Grimaces. So be it. Shame and dishonor now. Relief later. The sad little party came to a halt a short distance from the Noble's.

"The Sword and Shield of the Jedi." Antipater's voice was flat, synthetic purr. "I suspect this will be an honor for me. You do possess the authority to accept a surrender on behalf of your government, I hope."

Attn: Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble​

 

[Anguis Dux]

Tag: The Vulptex

Anguis had expected that his prey had been caught off guard by his cunning and swift movement. Under his helm a grin stretched from ear to ear as he fantasied about skewering his enemy like a nerf kabab. He would end this humiliating delay to his plan. He had famines to engineer and millions to extort.

No pathetic GADF agent was going to stand between him and power. Not their whimpering Chancellor. Not their handicapped Jedi Masters. Not even his Imperial Regent would dare to raise a finger against him once his plots were completed.

What he didn't expect was a boot flying out of the darkness at his head. He moved to lunge with his vibrosword but, in his surprise, his blow was sloppy. Easily countered by the extended songsteel claws batting the tip aside.

All the calculations and computations in the world didn't stop Samantha's heel crashing into Anguis faceguard with a sickening crack. The momentum sent him flying across the floor and slamming into a console desk so hard that his impact left a sizeable dent in durasteel. For a split moment, Anguis laid sprawled down across the ground. Maybe the strike had instantly broken his neck?

Instead he was suddenly in Vulptex's face. One moment he had been limp as a corpse. One moment he was barely a meter from them with his cortosis vibrosword snarling like a beast. Gone was his elegance and grace. Replaced with speed and savagery as his blade became a blur. In the space of seconds he had made a dozen murderous stabs and swipes. With the maximum setting he had thumbed his vibroblade to, even a single glancing blow could be devastating.

"Y-y-you DARE TOUCH ME?!" Anguis howled like a mad animal. "I WILL FIND YOUR NAME! I WILL FIND THOSE YOU LOVE!"

A single baleful sapphire eye stared at Samantha through his shattered mask. It didn't blink once; it was focused on a single purpose.

"AND I WILL STRANGLE THE LIFE OUT OF THEM IN FRONT OF YOU!"

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[The Vulptex]

Tag: Anguis Dux
Names: Lyra, Samantha, Alex, Beatrix​

Sometimes it was hard to keep track of them. Other times, it was a matter of keeping an eye on them.

A slash hit the coat, slicing off a bit of her blue as it disappeared into the darkness, only for them to toss another noxious cloud right at Anguis's open mask.

<No you won't.> The voice once more remained neutral, ambiguous, and unidentifiable. <Because I don't have any. Because just like you, I'm a nobody from nowhere. Another forgotten soul from Coruscant. Another who slipped through the cracks. You don't have any leverage on me, another one of the billions who sleep in the alleyways.>

From behind, another strike. A slash from a cortosis lined dagger that came from a lost direction. Then another, from a different direction. It was hard to tell which were real and which weren't.

They were coming from the darkness, then disappearing.

 

[Jack Wright]

(Tags: Jonyna Si , OPEN)

...Something to take with a grain of salt, he supposed.

Having shrugged along the way, Jack accompanied the Master through the rest of the Temple's ancient halls, admiring the architecture; which was an understatement, given his giddiness. Yes, the Dark Side rotted the walls.

Still was a sight to behold and walk through, feeling a part of Ashla's humble beginnings, discovered by the Jedi thousands, upon thousands of years before. Jack was priviledged to aid in their ancestors' resurrection. And oh!

The things they can learn from here! History texts, forgotten techniques, perhaps more versatile ways to defeat the Sith! Assuming they hadn't dismantled such secrets in their suffocating presence.

But Jack was hopeful. And the further they traversed among these walls, light filtering in from Tython's native atmosphere, the more that hope grew.

Rubbing out some sleep from his eye, the Knight and Master then stumbled upon... What almost had Jack froth at the mouth, boot tapping the flooring excitedly. An archive!

 

[Corin Trenor]

CORIN
JUNGLE RUINS | TYTHON
TAG: Darth Perfidiae

Corin exhaled, and his stance, frozen in the state of his last attack, loosened. He claimed her fallen lightsaber, their eyes meeting for all of a moment amid the act.

"No," he murmured, almost to himself. "I suppose not."

The dying embers of his blade retreated into the hilt, the shadows left to re-enter unimpeded. One less Sith to torment this planet. Corin returned to the Tython basecamp undeterred, though did not join the reconstruction process. It wasn't his place.

 

[Shan]

Tags: Iris Arani Zaiya Ceti
Objective: Call a Healer...But not for me!
As soon as the amputation was finished, Shan let his smile fade from his face. Taking a moment to breathe himself before shoving the smile back onto his face. He could feel the oppressive atmosphere surrounding the area and he was going to do his best to be a somewhat bright light in the darkness. Sensing emotions wasn't something he was good at, if anything he faltered in that quite a bit but it was obvious enough to him that he was going to do his best to counteract it. Even if he knew death was likely for a lot of the patients, he wasn't going to let that cause him to falter.

The Mirialan kept on the move, weaving back and forth between various patients to check over their tags and make sure they were at least somewhat comfortable. This was no 5 star hotel, but making sure they were at least resting well was important to Shan. A healthy mind was almost as important as a healthy body.

There wasn't going to be anytime to take a break, at least not soon but that wasn't a hinderance for Shan who seemed to be getting more energy as time went on. In reality, it was mostly an act. He believed that if he kept his own energy levels high, that would be at least somewhat infectious for the other people working. He was no longer making an effort to hide in his duties as a healer, no. Shan was making an effort to be seen, for people to look up to or be inspired by.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Iris Arani Shan

Zaiya's hands trembled as she pressed them against another wound, her stripes flashing brief streaks of dark yellow in a flash of fear as the Force swirled between her palms, pushing warmth into a soldier's battered body, the torn flesh knitting together just enough to keep him from crossing into the black.

She had no time to think, no time to feel. Not with so many still clinging to life by fragile, fraying threads.

Her skin rippled between ochre and amber as she scanned the field, tracking the flurry of movement. Shan moved with purpose, his forced energy cutting through the suffocating dread like a flicker of starlight in the void. The illusion of boundless energy, the weight he carried behind it she could see it in the way his shoulders tensed when he thought no one was looking.

Zaiya clenched her jaw and forced herself to move faster.

She crouched beside a Twi'lek woman with a yellow tag, her breaths shallow, eyes darting wildly. A deep gash ran along her ribs, still bleeding sluggishly despite the medics' best efforts.

"Hey," Zaiya murmured, voice steady, though her stripes flickered a brief lavender in annoyance at how shaky she felt inside. "I need to get this closed, okay? It's gonna hurt, but I'll make it fast."

The woman nodded stiffly, fingers gripping at the torn remains of her tunic. Zaiya inhaled, placed her hands over the wound, and pulled on the Force.

Warmth. Light. Mending.

The wound stopped bleeding, but exhaustion punched through her like a blow to the gut. Her bioluminescence dimmed slightly, the golden glow dulling as her reserves stretched thin. Not much left.

Not yet. Keep going.

 

[Iris Arani]

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Iris stepped beside Zaiya then, setting a hand on her shoulder. The Force shifted, pulling from within the Knight. Shared to the Padawan that was already running herself ragged. The pressure of this all, the need to keep moving. If Zaiya wasn't capable of saving as many lives as she already had, Iris would never have let her experience this pressure. It was the curse of being a healer, having to take on this weight.

But she wasn't alone.

"Use your head before you use the Force. Tools. Those can be replaced if they wear out. You cannot." She tapped her shoulder again before Domxite hopped up, nestling on Zaiya's back in their more backpack state. It was Iris's request, especially as she saw how Shan helped the colors around. Peace and urgency, but not frantic desperation.

Domxite turned into the beacon of a battle meditation, to guide those close to death away from it. To calm them. Panic ironically made wounds worse more often than not, and it was the bodies first reaction to trauma. Iris moved on, her gaze shifting as she pointed out patients, shouted orders to the doctors and nurses alike running around.

They could do this.

Shan | Zaiya Ceti

 

[Shan]

Iris Arani Zaiya Ceti
Objective: Call a Healer...But not for me!
There was a small bit of hesitation from Shan, as he could see the state Zaiya was getting herself in. Pushing herself too much. It reminded Shan how he used to be. His hand went into his robes for a moment, debating whether or not he should pull out his healing crystal of fire...No. If he had been given that when he was starting out, it would have encouraged unhealthy habits. Instead as he moved around, he fiddled with his lightsaber, popping the casing open to take out his thontiin crystal.

"Here. take this for now Zaiya. You'll be able to focus more on healing, than trying to dull their pain at the same time. Iris has a point. Use whatever tool you have at your disposal. Crystals, medical equipment. We can brainstorm over teaching you how to use tools later."

This was an aid he was willing to lend to the Padawan. It was something he had when he made his first lightsaber so it wasn't going to be too much of a bad habit to use it. For now, he passed the crystal over towards Zaiya and went straight back to work. Distractions weren't something he could afford. He could come up with plans on what to teach Zaiya once the current task was done. They could do this. Just had to keep focused on the task at hand.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Jack Wright

The wandering through the temple was something Jonyna seemed distracted from. Instead, she poked at her wrist comms, keeping track of everything. Occasionally, she'd bring up a hologram of someone outside, a service corp worker keeping her up to date. Instead, she pulled out one of her swords, and simply dragged the flat of the blade along the walls. A hissing could be heard behind them as she did, as the blade's imbuement did it's work.

This would be a project for the next few months, at least...

Bump!

Jonyna ran right into Jack's back, before shaking her head and getting her bearings.

"Oh...the archives. Neat."

Jonyna wasn't nearly as excited, it seemed.