Invasion [GA | DE] Operation Shadow Hand | GA Defense of Tython, Empress Teta, & Prakith

[Auteme]

Aerarii Tithe ​

Tithe slipped away, crossing another catwalk and into a maintenance droid transport chute. For all her luck and skill, he always seemed a step ahead. It was almost Jedi-like; he held no attachments. Credits hardly counted when they were more numbers on a chart than physical things.

She reached the chute, and found herself pausing. The reactor room was safe, for now, assuming he didn't have some other secret access code to let him damage it from afar. Suddenly she felt impotent again -- far off she could feel Solipsis, the battle raging, and she was chasing some old man down a maintenance shaft.

A foreign emotion gripped her heart. She snapped her hands forward, strands of the Force sticking to each side of the chute with a thwip thwip, and she leapt up to slingshot herself down the chute in pursuit.

She stuck the landing, finding herself by the closest set of escape pods -- once more, steps behind Tithe. "I'm starting to think you didn't need my help escaping the Sith," she said.

 

[Sinestra]

HARBINGER OF CHANGE // Issue 1​

Allies: Marlon Sularen Darth Ptolemis
Enemies: The Alliance | Arla Rodarch

Ptolemis' ebon ship, weathered and worn, seemed to mirror the darkness that clung to his presence. The interior was stark and austere, devoid of any superfluous adornments and stripped down to bare functionality; all but the meditation chamber. Within this chamber, the atmosphere grew even more sinister. Stone-lined shelves held mysterious tomes and occult artifacts, their eerie presence casting long shadows in the dim light. Sinestra's gaze was drawn inexorably to the wall where the abyss gazed back; the many-faces-of-Ptolemis bearing down on her, casting an unsettling aura of malevolence that seemed to seep into the very air she breathed.

She yanked her stare away from the faces and sat cross-legged opposite of the Sith Lord. The seer took a deep breath and her mind submerged into the flow of the ethereal, only to quickly lose any grasp of control she usually possessed. Her demands, her orders borne of the dark side, to bend the Force to her will failed, leaving her stranded in a incomprehensive mire of terror that was the presence of Darth Ptolemis. The past came back to her; afraid and helpless. Unable to prevent tragedy. And with it, the boiling rage to defy the odds and the hatred for the weak-willed Jedi Halsia Myr.

Her tortured soul would fuel Ptolemis' battle meditation, becoming a conduit through which he would spread fear in the hearts and minds of the enemy.

 

[Casteel Mer'taal]

The Shopping District
Empress Teta - Cinnagar
Underground bunker
Interacting with: Makai Dashiell


Fuck me, Casteel thought to himself as Makai Dashiell abruptly shifted from a relaxed posture to a more serious demeanor, assuming a seated position.

Void save me from ne'er-do-wells seeking to make a point, the blonde pondered, releasing an exaggerated exhale that was uncharacteristic of the composed businessman. He gently shook his head, running his fingers through his long, platinum locks as he contemplated how to respond to Makai's impassioned insistence that he continue to play the role of Myra's closest confidant.

"You certainly have a penchant for taking things quite literally, Makky," Casteel remarked, offering a half-hearted chuckle at the situation unfolding before him. "My actions should speak volumes about my regard for Myra." After all, would he be here if he didn't care for her?

"Can you truly believe that I would willingly subject myself to a beer tasting at a sports pub without any form of compensation?" Casteel arched an eyebrow, his expression implying incredulity.

"Or entertain half-intoxicated messages from Myra in the dead of night? Listen to her passionate monologues about the latest Outworlder episode. How could Jamie betray Clare like that?" He chuckled once more, though the weariness in his eyes betrayed the familiarity with such tales.

"The little dove certainly possesses a knack for eliciting a need to tend to her," Casteel added, slipping in his affectionate nickname for Myra. With a resigned sigh, he acknowledged his genuine care for her, admitting that despite any reluctance, he found himself firmly entangled in the bonds of friendship and respect for the young heiress.

"There's no necessity to resort to threats in this matter," he stated plainly, gesturing with his glass lightly.

 

[Lord Kalrath]

Kaleth
Tags: Braze , Aris Noble , Zaiya Ceti

The white hot oxygen enriched flames surged forward, a blazing tide of destruction that consumed that which lay in its path. The smell of burning heat and melting metal fulled the air as metal began to give way to the heat and start to liquefy.

Kalrath took the brunt of the vortex head on. This power... not since his duel with Dillon Kai'el so long ago did he feel such raw strength. His mechanical legs, harvested from a technobeast thousands of years ago, were really no match for such intense heat. The Sith Lord's hatred kept off the pain, but his legs would slowly begin to fuse with the floor. There was hardly any use fighting it. He had been outsmarted, reduced to little more than a statue.

And he couldn't help but boom with laughter.

The raw power of his voice echoed throughout the under siege temple, shaking the floor beneath them and the roof above alike. It was insane, unhinged, filled with a strange and sadistic amusement that could not quite be described with words. As the vortex fell, he stood there, bellowing out his amusement.

"Run home, padawan of Kai'el," he boomed. "You have earned your right to exist. Tell the cursed one Kalrath awaits him."

For now, this was all he needed to do. He had sent a message. It didn't take long for the cieling above them to begin losing fragments, clearly having a compramised structural integrity by now. The children already seemed to have divised a plan of escape, securing a speeder that they seemed intent on using to get to safety. There was no sense in wasting the effort on them any longer. They had proved their resolve to live enough. With one motion of his arm, Kalrath lifted the boy's lightsaber with the force, tossing it in the direction of his friends.

"You should not leave this behind," Kalrath mocked. "The lightsaber is a Jedi's life after all..."

A cruel grin spread across his mummified maw. In his own way, he had won.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Kaleth Temple
Interacting with: Aris Noble | Braze | Lord Kalrath | Denn Verdan

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It was with wide, iridescent blue eyes that Zaiya latched onto Aris's green ones. She felt sick to her stomach, and her lower lip trembled, but she was trying, oh so desperately, to reign it all in and keep it together. It wasn't his fault this happened. This was something else entirely.

While Aris may not be able to make a connection with the Force like Zaiya, the warmth of his hand settled over hers conveyed a silent reassurance: she wasn't facing this challenge alone. He'd feel it from her then, the subtle resonance that seemed to latch on to him for that comfort. He was here. They could and would do this and save Braze. A quick series of nods followed, the Lovalla taking a deep breath, chest rising. The once-muted yellows over her markings now burned brighter in courage, signaling her inner shift as she braced herself for what was to come.

"Right. We got this." Nevermind that she didn't know how to drive a speeder. Couldn't be any different than a hologame race right? A decisive dark orange streaked over her mottled spots and stripes, followed by the glow of pale blue.

With a heavy foot, the cargo speeder bolted forward, sending the pair back onto their chairs as Zaiya's hand gripped the wheel with a knuckle-white death grip. Everything moved so fast. It was all about reactions. Relief filled her when her maneuvering took them close enough for Braze to jump into the speeder, the vehicle shifting at the sudden push of momentum from his landing as he collapsed in the backseat.

Zaiya gave a small yelp as the cargo swung left and right before she managed to straighten again, the bottom scraping against the ground as it sent up sparks. She had no idea where to go other than to get away from the spaceport and from Lord Kalrath . Yet a clatter would fall from the bleed lightsaber that managed to fall within the cargo speeder by Braze's feet.

"Anywhere but here," Zaiya empathically agreed, turning wide into a path that led them away.

Spoiler: Gear

Robe and cool jewelry | BCA - Solid State Hologram Tool Band | The Babysitter Droid AKA - Nana *Zapped for now

 

[Makai Dashiell]

EMPRESS TETA

“Why did you meet with me at the bar? Easy, you're fucking me with Castie. It's just one constant judgement from you. At this point I'm convinced it's a hobby. We don't know each other Castie, I don't know how petty you really are.”

Thus far, Makai just got a sense of overall annoyance from the blonde. Every small movement elicited some form of judgement, as if the other was waiting for him to mess up as if to prove a deeper point. Why it may be friendship for Ellie, he also wondered if it was Casteel with ulterior motives. Waiting for him to mess up so bad to make his move.

While the man had opportunities to do so earlier, sometimes complacency drew one in until an external force pushed ones hand.

“I'm not threatening you Casteel. Merely looking out for Ellie. I figured a more direct approach was appropriate.”

 

[Spindle]

Objective 3
Tag: Aron Thress

"Really? You want proof from the council at a time like this? There's no time." Spindle's teeth dug into her inner cheek, as if holding back a frustrated outburst. Her eyes narrowed a fraction at the Jedi's request, catching his hand drift to his own saber. It seemed the game was up.

"Look, fine," she started, a near-skeletal hand reaching for the hilt on her belt. In another world, another, more practiced infiltration, procuring a Jedi's lightsaber would've been a part of the mission prep. Oh well, perhaps, if she ran into more Jedi on the way out, his lightsaber would do.

As she pulled her saber into her grasp, her other hand lashed out with the Force, meant to slam the Jedi into a wall or the Archives' door itself. Her whole demeanor shifted as the facade faded away, poise and duty melting away to a posture of jagged dread. "Do yourself a favor, dearie, and stay down, won't you?"

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"You've come back from the dead and created your own Empire. Who is truly in my Father's shadow, 'Emperor'?"

Kahlil gave quite the calm smile with his own quip, though the fact he hadn't been interrupted with his weaving was a surprise. Arrogance, perhaps? He brought one of his hands away from his runes, holding it towards the blast of darkness to craft with it a barrier. Not ignored, dismissed. He understood why, of course. A younger Kahlil would've been furious at the idea of a Jedi using Sith magic in the Light.

Which he was going to use now. He moved behind Valery, finishing the craft of his own spell before sending his hand forward. The runes around him lit up as chains of light erupted out. Where they usually would've been a blue flame, he had adapted them to something purer. They remained hidden behind Valery as she charged, but the moment she phased they shot forward to try and ensnare the Sith lord, hinder his movements to expose him to her strike.

Darth Solipsis | Valery Noble

 

[Casteel Mer'taal]

The Shopping District
Empress Teta - Cinnagar
Underground bunker
Interacting with: Makai Dashiell

The commentary from Makai Dashiell evoked a wry grin from Casteel, who couldn't resist the urge to bring his hand up to rub at his chin thoughtfully. His acquiescent nod was accompanied by his platinum blonde forelocks cascading over his brow in a stylish manner.

"Well, you're not entirely incorrect," Casteel responded, his voice carrying a refined, dry humor.

"As I mentioned earlier while indulging in your substitution of my whiskey for a beer flight, I'm simply ensuring you're up to standard."

One of Casteel's dark brows lifted in a subtle display of amusement.

"Don't tell me you were fully committed to becoming best mates right after our introduction at the Business Expo? I knew you weren't particularly enthusiastic about the club, yet here you are. Seems a bit hypocritical, doesn't it, Makky?"

He took another sip of his cognac, gesturing with his forefinger before bringing the glass to his lips once more.

"In the end, we're both working towards Myra's best interests, each in our own unique way."

 

[Marlon Sularen]

O P E R A T I O N_S H A D O W_H A N D
Objective : Ashla's Tears

DARK EMPIRE
TYTHON, DEEP CORE

"Understood Lord Despot" Sularen answered to the Despot before cutting off the transmission.

By now, the NIV Predator had completely split off from the main Imperial Fleet, burying itself deep within the dense debris/asteroid field surrounding Tython's moon of Ashla waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce on the Alliance Vanguard when the trap would be sprung. However as the Grand Admiral remained fixed on the live holo-projection of the battlefield, he quickly noticed something wrong. As the masked transponders behind the moon of Ashla went live, the main Alliance fleet did not react not even daring to split off to confront the ghost fleet of Imperial Warships that were supposedly waiting to ambush them, instead their Vanguard advanced forwards, towards the main Imperial Fleet.

"It would appear they didn't take our bait." Rackham pointed out, noticing this new development upon returning with the data the High Regent requested. "The Data you requested, sir." Rackham said, handing the Grand Admiral a datapad containing the list of warships within both the Imperial and Alliance Fleet. "Seven Battlecruisers, eleven Cruisers, five frigates and eight corvettes." Sularen said, going over the main outline of the Alliance's Vanguard Fleet. "We also got a notification from a certain Alliance Senator, Reiner Ghadi. It would appear he has joined our side and begun attacking the Alliance's Vanguard Fleet." Rackham further added.

Right now, the Empire had three separate fleets confronting the enemy vanguard and yet the main force of the Alliance Armada spearheaded by their Sector Defender remained in place not even moving an inch as their vanguard charged the Imperial Fleet. While they might have not taken the bait this could be the opportunity the Grand Admiral was waiting for all this time. If enough distance could be created between the Alliance Vanguard and their Main Armada, then the Imperial Fleet could isolate the former and annihilate it before the latter could intervene. "This could be the opportunity we needed." Sularen said, fixated on the holoprojection of the battlefield and thinking of the many ways in which he could take direct action to change the tides of battle "Really? Aren't we currently outnumbered and outgunned?" Rackham inquired. "Yes, but we have a small window of opportunity to deal significant damage to their vanguard before their main fleet arrives, and i intend to take full advantage of it." Sularen proclaimed.

"Order, Captain Baize to join Senator Ghadi's Fleet and support him against any Alliance counter offensive and recall Titan Squadron." Sularen ordered. The Dark Empire had one chance to secure victory and he had to take it, especially if they were to advance their long-term plans. "Move the ship into position to carry out a flanking maneuver and begin charging up our special weaponry along with the microjump capacitors. It's time we gave the Alliance a battle they will never forget." the Grand Admiral further commanded. Before long, the Predator began closely drifting towards the Alliance Vanguard, it's primary weapons primed and ready and microjump capacitors primed, ready to take the fight to the enemy in order to secure the decisive victory the Empire had long sought to achieve here.

Tags [Friendlies] | Zethran Cott | Ignacious Korvan | Sinestra | Darth Ptolemis | Aerarii Tithe | Reiner Ghadi
Tags [Hostiles] | Amelia von Sorenn | Cessair Ideon | Arla Rodarch | Vaux Gred | Bané Zirbils | Ordo ​

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Kaleth Temple
OBJ: Raise the roof
Enemies: Alicia Drey (retreated) | Sith Forces
Allies: GA forces

Victory was in his grasp. Vulpesen was facing the monster beneath his child's bed and he was winning. With luck, he would manage to crush her once and for all. Luck however, did not seem to be on his side. The sudden groaning in the temple around him brought a curse to Vulpesen's lips. "Damn it!" Vulpesen's hands raised as chunks of the ceiling started to fall around him, his efforts turning to holding the stone up above his head. Growling in frustration, the wilder found himself unable to do a thing as the sith made her retreat, disappearing both from view and his senses in the force.

Taking a deep breath, the Valde looked up and focused on the stone around him, willing it to stretch and move to reconnect itself. His foe was lost, but the temple could perhaps be saved. Or at the very least, he could make the repair work easier on anyone that might come in after the battled. It would be a crude patch job as he reconnected separating portions of masonry, but it could perhaps be serviceable. He just had to ensure that he didn't get crushed like an insect during his efforts.

 

[Alicia Drey]

Tags: Vulpesen

The forest trees blurred by Darth Ayra has she ran through them. Weapon in tow and guided by the Force the Sith was a spectre on the wind. Fast and elusive. As she ran death surrounded the forest as the faceless masks of Stormtroopers and other automatons brought to bear by Ignacious Korvan 's legions fought to the death against the Alliance heroes. Some turned their weapons to fire upon her as she fled, only to miss or find their bolts of turbolaser redirected by the crimson light in her left hand. Furious the angel fell towards the beachhead that the Dark Empire had seized in their attack on the Kaleth Temple.

Had Ayra lost? The thought was unbearable when matched to her conceited perfection. No... this was not a loss. It was a strategic withdrawal. Tonight Ayra had learned much about her nemesis: the man who had- with the help of others- overpowered her on Alderaan and consequentially put her into the grasp of the Jedi Council who had locked her away for fifty, long years in held stasis. Vulpesen had been the blunt weapon used by her enemies on that fateful day, and he would pay for what he had done to her.

The trees thinned and the beachhead appeared in the horizon. Stopping at the treeline which separated her from the no man's land that were the fields situated in front of the perimeter of the Imperial forces Darth Ayra reached into her belt and removed the commlink. Patching into the Imperial frequencies Ayra hailed the guards that were holding the beachhead from Alliance incursion.

"Delta-Echo-Foxtrot," Ayra spoke into the commlink. She did well to hide her disgust and the fury in her voice. "It is Lord Ayra. I am returning to base."

"Rodger, Foxtrot," replied the distorted tones of some male hidden behind a mask.

Putting away the commlink Ayra deactivated her Lightsaber but held it in her hand while drawing the cowl of her robe over her head. Marching across the fields and into the base she passed the corpses of the fallen. But Ayra paid them no attention.

The only thoughts that she could grasp upon were ones of revenge.

Entering the hangar bay Ayra marched by TIE Fighters that were about to launch. Ahead the Initium waited for her. Boarding the craft Ayra fastened the curved hilt to her belt and lowered the hood from her head. As she discarded the tunic that she had been wearing it was only then that she realised that she had been injured. A gash the size of her fist was oozing blood from her hip. It was undoubtedly caused by the last attack she had used on Vulpesen as she fled the temple.

As she applied pressure to the wound Ayra activated a protocol unit to fly the ship. As the landing ramp retracted and the Initium begun to rise Ayra lowered herself into the co-pilots seat and finally relaxed. Every fibre of her body hurt from the duel and the wound on her hip would required medical attention. But all that Ayra desired was a long, dreamless sleep after tonight. Indeed, as the ship engaged it's cloaking systems and slipped away from the battle towards parts unknown Ayra closed her eyes with the knowledge that taking Vulpesen down would require a dastardly plan.

 

[Keilara Kala'myr]

Matriarch of the Scar Hounds Tribe

Information

Objective: To try to hunt down Solipsis
Location: Ground, Tython
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Assault Rifle | 2x Sunfury Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger | 2x Riftblades | Promise of Freedom | Ring of Wishes and Dreams || Cloaking Device | 5x ASBF Probe Droid || OPBC-01m
Tags: N/A

"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
Keilara Kala'myr | Mercy | Ziare Dyarron | Freedom​

Another long and nerve-wracking few minutes followed, but I was no closer to getting where I wanted to go. Now I was starting to lose my patience too, although it was quite hard to do because I was very, very patient. Today has taught me that even though I am very well equipped for all kinds of things, it is not really suitable for all combat conditions and you can't be prepared for everything. Maybe if I had a nanotechnology weapon that could transform into another weapon, but that was just a fairy tale, such a thing didn't really exist or I didn't know about it. But that would make things too easy for you.

I continued to watch the movements and the like. The worst part was that I had to move in such a way that I could only go if I could get all the way across. If I got stuck halfway across and couldn't go any further or get out, I could pretty much certainly die there. At such times, I also felt how lucky Force users must be to be able to make a huge jump. With a few huge jumps, how easy it would have been to get there. I can totally understand why some people would actually kill all Force users, it wasn't natural. I was getting really, really angry and disgruntled. I also felt a bitter sense of helplessness. Here I was, not far from him, but unable to get any closer.

It took about ten minutes, but I had to admit that I wasn't going to be able to do it today, I just hoped that another time I would have the opportunity to get that close, or even closer. And then I would try to kill him. I'll do it even if it kills me. The end result is the same; I go home to Asher alive or as a spirit. However, in order to reassure Thomas Barran , I sent him a message again, indicating, among other things, that I am alive and did not kill myself.

<< I'm giving up now, it's a long shot as I'm not a Force user, or don't have a stealth jetpack or sniper rifle. I give up, leave the planet, go home and in a few days and join you. I could wait here for days or weeks and still get nowhere. >> I sent the message to him.

And then I did as I promised. I retreated to a place that was much more sheltered and not in danger of being hit or accidentally killed by a stray rocket or grenade. Once I was in this safe place, I used my item from Valkyrja, which created a small rift in the fabric of reality, which took about half a minute to close. This rift leads directly to the Netherworld, to the Sanctuary, or home. I stepped through the rift and found myself on a street typical of Sanctuary. The rift closed behind me moments later.

I was home, I just had to walk home to Asher. While I did that, I hoped that my next hunt would be much more successful than today's.

Last post.​

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris smiled and nodded, tried to keep Zaiya at least calm. The flash of colors was a good to see as an indication that she was at least ready to go, but.. He felt oddly useless a he sat in his seat. He hadn't been able to do anything to help. Hell, he still couldn't even hear. Braze was the only one who'd actually stopped the Sith from harming their friends.

He didn't like this feeling he had.

He pushed it down once Braze was in the speeder, giving a thumbs up. All he had was the ringing in his head to leave him alone in his thoughts, but hopefully they'd be able to get away now. He trusted Zaiya could. Though then again- He blinked, glancing to her as they sped off, and the memory of the fact she'd yet to actually learn how to pilot brushed in his mind.

"Should I take over, Zaiya?"

Zaiya Ceti | Braze | Lord Kalrath

 

[Drego Ruus]

Objective: Protect the Tram Line
Tag: Jon Hojkstra KN-967

S T O R M T R O O P E R S
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It should carry him through whatever Alliance soldiers were posted upstairs, but before he could take another step a golden laser lit up the lobby with the distinctive sound of a disruptor. The veteran ducked behind cover before the next shots hit their intended target.

Jon shuffled further ahead behind his makeshift cover, then rose up and unleashed suppressive fire at the Mandalorian. Hired gun or Jedi friend, it did not matter. He'd stepped into the ex-storm commando's death trap; his self-made last stand.

She picked up her ARC and snapped off a burst of bolts wordlessly. She had no need to mock or intimidate, she was a soldier, not an orator.. Soldiers had no need for boasts or silly phrases. They only needed orders and a foe to fight. She had her orders, and Teta had no shortage of foes.

ARC blaster bolts pinged off his armor, as Drego charged his more immediate foe, firing the Fang at KN-967 before pulling out his Handaxe, twirling it in his hand so the rear seigurium spike was facing forward, and threw it at the stormtrooper, aiming for her shoulder that was holding the blaster rifle. Disarm, then charge. Rushing forward at olympic speed, he raised the hand that had just thrown the axe, and fired off a cryobeam from his vambrace at KN's leg. Disable. He would deal with Jon Hojkstra next, but first he needed to focus on one opponent at a time. They intended to blow this tower down. Not allowed.

"Tanya, have the Bull strafe those troopers on the tower."

<Copy sir!>

The sound of an airspeeder hummed through the air, as The Charging Bull spun around the tower, firing heavy solar ion bolts into the many windows at the enemy stormtroopers as they fled from Drego himself.

They wanted a last stand?

They could have it.

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Lord Kalrath Zaiya Ceti Aris Noble

Exhausted, Braze found solace in the shadows, his breath ragged as he cradled his injured hand. Unshed tears turned into rivers, streaming unnoticed across his skin, reflecting the intense pain he felt but scarcely acknowledged. His focus was entirely on the battered appendage, as panic lurked at the edges of his consciousness. He felt an acute connection to his crystal, its anguish mirroring his own, yet he found himself cut off from the familiar comfort it once provided. Drawing upon memories of past conversations for solace, he steadied his breathing. With a profound use of the Force, he gingerly enveloped his wounded hand, eliciting a series of sharp cracks and a muffled cry of agony as he realigned the bones in his fingers and wrist.

Unprepared for conflict, devoid of his usual gear, Braze was caught off guard. His breaths came in heavy gasps as he bit down on the sleeve of his once elegant silk top, tearing it away with a forceful pull. Though treating his injuries was beyond his current capabilities, self-pity was a luxury he couldn't afford. As the eldest of his group, he felt that the weight of their survival rested on his shoulders.

Telekinesis demanded focus, calm, and an unwavering attention—all of which Braze mustered to accomplish the task at hand. There was no room for doubt; action was imperative. With a deliberate motion, he retrieved the slender metal needles that once adorned his hair, repurposing them to stabilize his wrist. Maneuvering his arm with excruciating effort, he skillfully set his fingers with the needles, forming a makeshift splint. His ever-present knife, drawn from his boot, served as the primary support for the splint, while the needles secured his index and middle finger. Utilizing the remnants of his torn silk, he fashioned a temporary binding, removing his other sleeve to fortify the dressing further.

Once his weapon was securely fastened to his belt, Braze pushed himself to sit up, casting a wary eye over their surroundings. Blinking away the present bleary eyes tears he moved his injureded hand to try and help unlease his com link. He called Pyf and requested assistance in getting Jasper's Freighter up and going before relaying a message to Aetehr that they needed to leave and that he should rondevouze with them.


He looked out across all that was going on around them and looked to his various braclet charms particularlly looking for Jasper Kai'el 's and touched it.

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Empress Teta
Objective: Defend the capital
Tag: Ardana Vorco

The kick he delivered landed true on his attacker and sent her crashing into the crates. However, as fast as she fell the warrior got back up and said her dismay his way. It was clear this individual was brainwashed to think what they were doing was going to give them some kind of reward in the afterlife, something which was misguided by her masters to cause as much destruction as possible on their way out. That in itself gave them an iron will that prevented them from surrendering at all costs.

"I'm giving you an option, one that I'd consider taking!"

Just when he had shouted back she soon replied with a hail of bullets coming towards his chest. Raising a hand, he managed to stop the first six in their tracks only for the last to go astray and heavily the side of his body. The shot was close enough to go through his clothing and scorch the skin beneath, leaving Silas only to grit his teeth in agony.

Suddenly, the knight would send the remaining blaster shots back at her with speed. It was starting to become clear she wasn't going to stop in her ways. Right now he had to do what was right and put her down before she brought more harm to anyone else, especially unarmed civilians who had yet to be recused.

"I've given you enough warning brute, maybe soon you will get your wish of death" he grunted while kicking into the ground with his feet and trying to run straight at her for some close combat if possible. ​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Kaleth
Tags: Kaleb Sunwalker

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His anger quickly building, he had focused where the man was from his attack. "Got you!"

Jasper sighed.

The swinging didn't slow. He seemed to pick up speed, moving closer towards Jasper's direction. Finally, his had was forced into action. Jasper brought up his blue blade, intercepting one of the blows to innitiate a saber lock. The celebration seemed... early. Perhaps another Jedi might pry at that with a witty comment, but the Sentinel of Harmony kept his mask up. The satisfaction of a reaction changed a lot about the behavior of an opponent. He had to keep the Dark Jedi guessing.

"Alright..." Jasper hissed, keeping up the saber lock. "Here we go..."

He would make his move, pushing back Kaleb's lightsaber to throw it off, jumping back some to get a bit more distance between the two of them. The rainwater had begun to pool up signifigantly below them now, giving him another tool to work with. Jasper placed his hand on the floor, letting Force energy flow into the ice rune. Frost spread across the floor, freezing the water and creeping up the Dark Jedi's legs.

Time. The more time he made, the more refugees esaped. Some shuttles had already departed. He just needed to draw this out for as long as he physically could.

 

[Formerly Spirit of Valor]

Kaleth
Tags: Braze , Aris Noble , Zaiya Ceti

Blip Image, Pyf Image
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Blinking away the present bleary eyes tears he moved his injureded hand to try and help unlease his com link. He called Pyf and requested assistance in getting Jasper's Freighter up and going before relaying a message to Aetehr that they needed to leave and that he should rondevouze with them.

"Oh dear," Pyf whirred.

He was used to getting distress calls for a while now. Jasper wasn't the kind of padawan to look before he jumped, and now? Well, it seemed like he was going to be getting his work cut out for him with Braze too. The little spark droid whirred to life, hastilly hovering into the cockpit of the Lonestar 1.

"Blip, wake up!" the droid snapped at his astromech companion. "We need to get the engines fired up yesterday!"

The BB unit perked up, giving Pyf a salute with extendable scomp link before rolling his way to the center consol, firing up the engines of the light freighter. The ship picked up, quickly moving in towards the location of the distress call. It didn't take long before the found Braze at the spaceport, perched on a cargo speeder with two other children. The air around them was complete hell. Blaster fire, distant rumblings of explosions, the whole nine yards. It never got easy. The landing ramp would open, and the little droid would float out into view of the trio. The ship stayed hovering in the air above them.

"Alright kids, get a move on!" the droid buzzed, projecting his synthesized voice down at them. "We gotta get out of here before the skies become too hot! There's no time to land! Use that jump thing you all do!"

And hopefully they wouldn't wind up blown out of the sky.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

EMPRESS TETA

“Up to standard? I already talked to her parents multiple times, I wasn’t aware I also had clear my intentions with you as well. Although I’m not surprised after what happened with her last suitor. I’ve been paying the price there in terms of assuring I’m up to standard.”


Draining his cognac, Makai set the lowball glass back down. He idly wondered if the Dark Net was possibly back to working status. Not so much to check in on Ellie, but to check and see the news if the planetary shield had fallen. He was eager to leave, to stop sitting and waiting.

“No, I was not committed to being ‘best mates’ when we first met Casteel. I was hoping you would realize you were no longer needed and go and live your own life. Ellie has other plans, at the time I wasn’t aware she considered you such a good friend. However, you are correct, we both have Ellie in mind in our actions, which is the most important thing to keep in mind.”

Casteel Mer'taal