GA Dominion of Mechis : Clockwork Rebellion Edition!

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

"I've got B-17 through 19," Asmus called into his comm. On the battlespace management displays the red dots coming in to close the door on the trio of X-Wings changed colour to show they had been designated his targets. As Choli engaged their initial targets with Four on her wing Asmus pulled aside. He fired a torpedo right for the centre of the group. The middle drone exploded in a flash and the others were scattered.

Asmus tugged back and pulled back into formation with the other two. They needed to stick close or else end up separated by the drones. Green squadron had been recalled after getting ambushed and suffering several casualties.

"Always hit the centre of any group first. They tend to scatter and recall back into the main formation if you take it out."

 

[Liliane]

[ 02 ]​

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It felt odd, yet at the same time incredibly good to be back on duty again. She had started to really miss the Jedi way of living during her break. And even though she hadn't completely ignored the Jedi Code during her time off, she had lived by some looser standards during the time. Getting back to the stricter lifestyle was not that difficult, mainly because she preferred that lifestyle over a more relaxed one.

"Let's go," Liliane said with a fresher tone to her voice, as if spring had finally come after a terrible long winter and flowers had started to bloom. Her voice had some authority to it, which she needed to have to remain in control of the situation. She was not much of a leader, but she was getting to it slowly.

"There's not much of a plan because we have literally no idea what the outlaw acts like. We only know she'll be here and that's our best chance to catch her," the woman spoke as the Jedi started to come out of the vessel. There were several of them -- a Master, two Knights, three Padawans. "So we will have to send out scouts and keep an eye on every hint of her coming. And we have to be ready."

"Me and my Padawan will scout the region," came from a male Togorian Jedi Knight. He and his Togruta Padawan were both specialised in investigation, so scouting really seemed to be their thing.

"Agreed. Master Male'a and Padawan Rhijaw, you two shall meditate. Force Sense and Battle Meditation may be our best tools at this moment."

Consulars, the two were. Male'a had quite some reputation as a master of auras. He'd helped Liliane out in the last few battles before she'd gone on a holiday and she had to note, that guy really knew what he was doing. She just hoped he was just as amazing of a teacher so that his Padawan would get the best possible education.

"And Knight Sulare and Padawan Turnell, you'll be with me, ready for when the criminal arrives. Hopefully Knight Chin and Padawan Ardross will be able to set up some traps -- and when she falls into a trap, we'll have to act fast," Liliane said.

She was not a strategist either, but the rank of a Jedi Marshall came with some responsibilities. And so through lots of work, the girl was slowly making progress at becoming a better Jedi and a better leader.

 

[Oscar Grant Paxon]

[ 03 ]​

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Oscar never stumbled over a battle. It wasn't his thing, mostly because he was completely useless as a fighter, as a duelist, as a commander, as anything. Staying out of war zones was a thing of his, and he really loved doing that. Yet from time to time, the Force seemed to have other plans. The vision-seeing prophet wannabe Jedi Padawan would be brought extremely near to battles and danger, just because of his own foolishness in believing in the visions and dreams he saw.

Of course sometimes being able to predict the future to some degree was a really valuable talent. But when it ended up granted to a fool who radically believed in the Force, it was likely to have some backslashes.

Mechis III was one of the next expansion areas of the Galactic Alliance. There were some troubles on the planet and, of course, the Alliance had deployed some forces to clear things up. A ship which contained but one single person inside - that was Oscar - was in the Mechis system, about to get to the planet.

There was space battle in the system, just like he'd seen in the dream last night. But he hadn't imagined or predicted it would be like this. He had no idea how to get to the planet through the madness. Yet he knew he had to get there as fast as possible. For what reason, he didn't know.

Sometimes people just had to trust their gut feeling.

 

[Elmont Block]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sFZjqVnWBhc

Elmont withdrew his lightsaber, but did not switch it on. “I am a Jedi. You need to be sure of your ‘extreme measures’ when it comes to opposing the Force.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, the IG-88 raised an arm and three blaster bolts left its preferred weapon. Fortunately, a Jedi’s senses were sufficiently attuned to impending death to be able to activate a lightsaber and block each off the three bolts without undue risk.

Unfortunately, the assassin droid’s moment of surprise was lost and the Jedi’s abilities were revealed at the same time. It was a lose-lose for each side but Elmont figured he ended up worse off on the deal. It was clear he had shown the height of his capabilities whereas the IG-88 had simply relied upon an opportunity to end the Jedi’s life.

This played in the Jedi’s mind in a fraction of a second – at precisely the same time the assassin droid processed the information. The Jedi knew he had to act quickly and decisively and the IG-88 knew he had to as well.

So Elmont leaped at the assassin droid, his saber flashing as he landed virtually on top of the droid. It was lucky the IG-88 had only registered the speed of his reflexes and not his ability to leap as it raised two weapons at him but nether fired in anger as its head was removed from its body.

Elmont cautiously entered the hatch the droid was guarding and immediately found a lift. Calling it to him, he punched a button that – according to the instructions – would take him to the main administrative floors.

 

[H3xle]

Objective: PVE Ground
Allies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] [member="Kaili Talith"]
Post: 2

Sammie noticed the other incoming droids a moment later than would have been entirely helpful. A blaster bolt took him in the left shoulder pauldron, knocking him to the dirt. He rolled with it, keeping his hands on the rifle, as blaster fire followed him. His shield had taken the brunt of the bolt, but his pauldron smoked with slight charring. Sammie got back up on his knees, then spun behind a tree for a breath. After the breath, he spun back out, into a prone position. Time seemed to slow as he saw blaster fire raking into the GADF and Jedi forces. The soldiers and Jedi fought back, but they had been taken by surprise. In the slow vision, Sammie saw the big droid take several blaster bolts without flinching. His sensors read the shield strength as still holding strong.

"Big one has a shield, blasters ineffective." He said over the comm. He grabbed a grenade from his belt and slid it into the underslung launcher on his rifle. "Ion grenade, in the hole. Firing." Sammie said, then pulled the trigger, a heavy thump greeted him as the large grenade round went down range. Before he could see the effects of the grenade, return fire had him spin back behind the tree for cover. So heavy was the fire that the tree vibrated, and Sammie didn't even hear his grenade explode.

Before he could spin back out, a pair of assassin droids walked into his sight. Time still seeming slow, Sammie saw as they raised their blasters and fire. Sammie returned fire in the same instant. One of his blaster bolts hit one of theirs, knocking it aside into the other. His follow up two, always fire in bursts of three, took the leftmost droid in the crotch, burning away the metal skin, then shearing away the left hip actuator. The droid fell, unable to stabilize with one leg. Sammie rose from butt to knees, taking a second blaster bolt to his shields before returning fire on the other droid near him. He took it down with three well placed shots to center mass.

"Two down." He reported over comms. The battle wasn't even near over, but Sammie had the adrenaline bringing a smile to his lips. When the tree beside him exploded from the blaster fire, he rolled back, and quickly scuttled behind another tree before starting to lay down more fire on the droids he could see. His shields were almost fully depleted, but his heavy armor was made to take a beating.

 

[Six-O]

Objective: Neutralize Inferior Targets
Location: Factory Designated Krill-6-13
Allies: [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Enemy: Droids
Posts: 2/20

"There's just too many of 'em!" a horrified cry bellowed, sending a shiver of fear through all of Strike Team Glowball.

They had to push forward.

They must labor on and clear this District out. Not simply in the name of the Galactic Alliance, but the entire Galaxy.

To Six-O, however, this was a personal matter of an entirely different shade.

He was no hero, a mere brisk glance at any reel of his Memory would enlighten even the blind, to the fact that this Droid had lead a terrible existence. A machine of sickening madness, and senseless, egregious, violence. But for IGa-60, and even for the Artificial he had aligned himself with, [member="HK-36"], any time these Machine Cults manufactured themselves, it made living as a Droid in the Galaxy a much harder prospect.

They were already detested by more than 95% of the Disc for innumerable reasons, chief among which, Six-O calculated: that what would take an organic to learn and master over a dedicated lifetime, they were capable of achieving, then exceeding in but a simple blink of lid over eye.

Droids were Stronger, they were Smarter, they, simply put, were Superior. If they learned how to harness the Force, look out!

The Force. . .

Six-O obsessed over it in the lifetime between seconds.

They weren't gaining ground in this skirmish, but he refused to give any back. With flawless computation IGa-60 loosed gusts of death from his rifle. Felling and flatlining every inferior abomination that entered his targeting algorithms. His vocoder began to rumble and vibrate his chassis with a deep breathing bass.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KnrGMHhnqrw[/youtube]

Six-O required a piercing melody to liquidate these clockwork karks!

"Push with the Droid!" someone barked through the bray of dense combat.

The very constructs of time itself seemed to stop as the members of the Strike Team vaulted in to action. There were Droids of all make, all configuration, all variety. So, so, many. One hundred to one, they were outnumbered, the corridor they struggled for quite literally ceased to exist.

Chewed and eroded from the endless volume of fighting that lunged back and forth between their positions, until the walls gleamed molten glass from innumerous, glowing, impact embers.

Six-O had carried on, bolts stabbing his blast armor with waves of spark blooms. But these did little more than stumbled the defiant Droid. Before long Strike Team Glowball had fallen back, awaiting another wave of reinforcements to press on. Their spirits broken, and hearts heavy with dread and agony for the brothers and sisters they just lost in this endless torrent of pressure.

There was only two left to quell this section of Factory. This corridor of obliteration.

[member="Enyo Typhos"] and IGa-60.

And they'd keep coming.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Six-O"]


Enyo Typhos was no hero. Strictly speaking, there was nothing natural about her existence. She had not come from a mother's womb, but awoken in a cloning tube, beginning her life as the pawn of a genocidal machine cult. Her hands were stained with blood.


Until recently, every step she made had been monitored and controlled. When she failed to fulfil their expectations, she was rebuilt in their image. She was the mirror of an infamous warlord who was trying to step out of the Titan's shadow.


She was not here for altruistic reasons or out of a misguided sense of idealism. It was an objective fact that she was not wholly organic. Her silvery limbs were made of phrik, one of the strongest metal alloys in this cold, bleak Galaxy. Her arms could tank a lightsabre's blow, she could run faster and deal more damage than the typical organic.


However, much of her was still flesh and blood. Her lung was made of iron, but her heart was human. One day, her life functions would cease and she would cross the threshold to the Netherworld. She could also do something the common droid could not.


Access the Force.


Time seemed to slow as she gave herself to the dance of death. Archangel had designed her to kill, and kill she did, as crimson bolts of energy stabbed and sliced her armour, causing sparks to fly. The clone grunted, but pressed on.


Her lightsabre hummed, singing a song of doom and purgation as it slashed blaster bolts out of the air, often reflecting them back to their shooters. While the organic strike team fell back, their spirits broken by the ruthless mechanical onslaught and their hearts filled with dread, she fought on. There was no flash or showing off, just ruthless efficiency and machine-like precision.


The torrent of pressure animated her. Here and there, she drew upon her power to warp and exact her will upon reality. Hostile droids found their arms gripped and their blasters turned on their brethren, or electrical currents suddenly surged through their skulls, disabling eyes and antennae. Mostly, she let her lightsabre speak, carving through automatons while the Force and her cybernetic strength augmented her body.


They were outnumbered and outgunned. Walls were scorched by blaster fire, and the corridor shook under the pressure of explosions. But in the face of adversity, she felt alive. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the one combatant who had not yielded the field, but seemed to be on her side. Her keen eye identified it as an IG droid.

 

[Liliane]

[ 04 ]​

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All three groups then proceeded to do what they had been ordered to -- the Sentinels wandered off, Consulars started doing their work, the Guardians equipped themselves with the necessary gear. The criminal was not alone, so just jumping into a fight in typical Jedi robes was not going to do the deal. They really had to be ready for anything.

"Marshall Lancaster, if I may ask, how was it to take some time off from the New Jedi Order?" Knight Sulare asked while putting on some armour. It was not really an opportunity everybody got to leave for months for just a vacation. In fact, most people had to spend every single one of their days in the Order, going on missions and doing work in the Temple. It was tedious, that was for sure. But that's also the way Liliane's life was before the time off.

"Y'know, it was great. But after a while, you really start to miss your work. I mean, of course a few months really help you rediscover yourself and everything and you feel a lot fresher when you return. But Jedi life really is something different," Liliane spoke as she checked her lightsaber's clip on her belt. Looked like it was still properly functioning. After all, she'd have to be able to grab the weapon quickly if the need for that came.

She hadn't completely taken a step away from Jedi life during the few months outside the Order, but she'd not touched her lightsaber a lot during that time. It was with her in her home, but there had been no need for using it, so it had just stayed there for a while. It felt amazing to wear it with her again.

"Take some time off when you need it, you'll feel a lot better afterwards," Liliane said, even though that may have not been a possibility at all.

The Jedi Marshall then looked at Sulare and smiled. She had a lot of potential, Liliane couldn't deny that.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: PvE Navy
Allies: [member="Lokthra Dawning"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Kat Rivers"]
Enemies: AI
Post: 3/20

"We are being hailed"

"Patch it through"

"Therapy Command, this is the ANS Perjury and, alongside the ANS Tort, we were ordered to reinforce our positions. We are at your disposal"

"Perjury, Tort, stay at long range from the enemy carriers; concentrate all your fire on the closest carrier's hangar. Also, with battle meditation active, you will be covered by it. Deploy all fighters and add them into the screen but don't deploy the bombers just yet"

Far from any other GA forces in this sector, Therapy Command was on its own. Fortunately the chaff missiles could take out scores of vulture droids: she knew where they needed to detonate, and not just because because there were hordes of vulture droids all over the place, 30 squadrons to be exact. Meaning that 600 vulture droids were pouncing down on their position, many of them exploding when coming at speed against the artificial cloud of dust. The vulture droids were without any missile ability and hence more like interceptors than actual fighters capable of doing any real damage to a capital ship. However, understandably, her Force-battery reserves are draining faster than she expected, with the addition of two captains covered in the buff net of her using battle meditation. Meanwhile, the Perjury and the Tort opened fire with all batteries and missiles at the nearest AI carrier's hangar while still being at the front of Therapy Command's line, and, since they were equipped with energy torpedoes, enemy point-defense couldn't do anything. And the effects of battle meditation on ship captains had trickle-down effects: she expected and knew as much.

Spoiler

Capital ships:

ANS Belsar (Belsar-class command cruiser)
ANS Asmeru (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Barkesh (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7-class frigate)
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7-class frigate)
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7-class frigate)
ANS Perjury (Nonnah-class assault cruiser)
ANS Tort (Nonnah-class assault cruiser)

Attack craft:
156 XJ3 X-Wings (deployed)
80 D-Wings (in ship)

 

[Liliane]

[ 05 ]​

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Liliane now took her helmet into one hand and stepped away from the ship. She was done with equipping herself and was ready to go. Upon taking a glance at the other to fighters who were going to go with her, she noticed they were ready to go as well.

"We shall move now and leave Master Male'a and Padawan Rhijaw to do their work," Liliane spoke, turning away from the ship. They weren't going to venture too far, but they had to be mobile so that they would be able to get anywhere on time. Standing in one place the whole time wasn't going to help them with that cause.

Just before starting to move, though, Liliane checked her commlink to see if it was still properly working. It seemed fine.

"So, we should split up as well. Chin and Ardross must have ventured far now, so we can start moving now. I believe we're all capable of distracting the enemy when she appears until all of us get there."

Both of the Jedi nodded. But she had confidence issues.

"Uh, yeah, so keep your commlinks close. May the Force be with you!" she said as the three all ventured off in different directions.

 

[Six-O]

Objective: Neutralize Inferior Targets
Location: Factory Designated Krill-6-13
Allies: [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Enemy: Droids
Posts: 3/20

[member="Enyo Typhos"], too, would not go unnoticed. Not by any means could her deft finesse not arouse inquisitive investigation of his scanners. Such fluid strength and programmed veracity to her efficiency. For a moment, the neon yellow bathed, IG-Unit had to run a precursory evaluation of her seemingly organic scaffolding.

She was human, by glance alone.

But further study would indeed divulge she was more, much more than the cover of her book would avow to the untrained eye---not that Organics had an educated eye to begin with.

Droids were simply superior, he'd enthuse once more. It was actually a reflection he made often. Perhaps he should suppress this string of misbehaving code in his personality matrix to better serve his new relations with the opposite side of the coin he would be fighting with for the foreseeable future.

No, terrible approximation.

Instead he'd add a robust sinew to the organic hating parameter, and develop a number of protocols to ward off exercising that fact upon his new friends. Just to tide him over, and bide his time while he observed the situation around Enyo and himself.

Traducer calculators afforded these lesser droids thirty-eight remain standing, precisely. With target function designating his next seven attack vectors, IGa-60 strode on forward, ever vigilant to avoid [member="Enyo Typhos"]' plane of incursion. He maintained a cogent distance to her left. Plenty of space for her to unleash ferocious fury at 100% operational capacity.

Ahead through the corridor, as blink of blasters began to gloom ever, and ever, more dim with each bursting death of mongrel machine. It became evident that the opposing force was now simply buying time, indifferent to the numbers of lives they sustained in the endeavor. For now they had taken to torch locking a door of considerable heft and durability---the entrance to the Facility proper.

Six-O unleashed a single flit of light off towards Enyo, a bolt that buzzed so dangerously close to her head it'd be a wonder if those wildly bouncing coils of her tremendous mane of hair didn't take to a singe. But his aim was true. Not that the help even seemed entirely required, as it appeared she had the situation entirely under control.

Every now and then a Droid just liked to see how close they could shave a shot by a friendly target. With Six-O and his merry band of monstrous murderers, it was a term of endearment.

Time to finish cleaning up, then gather thoughts for the next storm on the horizon. Their first objective at Krill-6-13 seemed all but won.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Six-O"]


Her path was lined with the carcasses of inferior machines. Her armour was scorched and singed by blaster fire. The flames of battle felt liberating and invigorated her. There had been a time when her body felt like a prison. A shell. Yet another part of her life that had been brought about by the schemes of another, something beyond her control. But Enyo was slowly realising something else.


For all its limitations, it strengthened her. Empowered her. Droid? Human? She was better than both. She could overcome and conquer the constraints imposed upon her by others. Archangel had spawned her with the intent of using her as a pawn on their chessboard, but she had cut the strings. Her mental conditioning had been undone. There were no more voices whispering in her mind, no embedded command protocols awaiting the moment to rear their head and take control of her body.


Ferocious brutality was unleashed at optimal operational capacity. She imagined Moira Skaldi and Maelion Liates falling before her blade in the same way as these mass produced automatons. These here were so...primitive.


A single bolt of light streaked through the air, dangerously close to her head, but rather than strike her it shot past and embedded itself in a combat droid who'd managed to sneak up on her. An organic might have still lashed out in anger upon the IGa-60 model.


Her burning violet blade clove through an automaton's arm before removing its head. A super-empowered grip lifted an inferior machine and slammed it into a blaster scorched wall with excessive force. For a brief moment, silence reigned when guns fell silent. The calm would not last long. "What is your designation?" Her voice was modulated by her helmet's electronic speaker, but it would've sounded chilly and mechanical without it anyway.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

[member="Samuel Quentin"] [member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
13

The defender droid gave a shudder, struck by the ion rounds. The first cut through the shield. The next, prompted it to fizzle and spark. It had taken heavy damage and with the group focusing on attacking, it couldn't keep up.

Rhen used the force to try and send the prone disabled body of another droid straight at it. He might not know an extensive amount of Force powers, but he could deal some damage just by focusing on the basics. Within a matter of time the defender droid collapsed.

The facility with the plantary shield generator would be up ahead. There were more defender droids inside. Along with a near endless mass of IG-88 droids...

Meanwhile, [member="Kaili Talith"] would come to find out that her trek would end with stealth detecting drones and a massive defender droid as well. How would she be able to cross? And little did she know that a curious [member="BB-4001A"] would be near.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Kat Rivers"]
Post 14

[ Copy that Rogue One. ]

Center of the group. Always hit for the center of the group. Well, when they are hive mind drones. Right, don't be stupid Choli, the girl would chide herself.

There was another trio of drones that Choli took to chasing.

[ Come on up Rogue Two, let's see what we can do. ]

Taking Janes advice, Choli focused and used the Force once more. Concentrating, she let the beep, beep, beep of the targeting computer fade and aimed in at the center of the group. One Brilliant missile later and then the tight group poofed in a ball of fiery debris.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective: PvE Ground
Location: Mechis III droid foundry
Nearby: [member="Kaili Talith"]
|: 2/20 :|

Picking himself up off the floor, the Cathar-like cub did a slow circle as it took in its surrounding.

Visual mapping and interior analysis worked to try and identify just where he was. The configuration of this space did not match any room belonging or used by his owner, Doctor Hobbes. The materials and layout did match those used in the facility where Doctor Hobbes was conducting her research.

Was this a different part of the robotics laboratory?

The room was full of lockers and storage chests, such as the one that he'd been stowed in. Cabinets along the walls were annotated with parts and requisition nomenclature. Tables held a variety of tools and equipment, of the variety used in completing droid repairs or construction. Was this a repair depot?

Had he broken? His diagnostic logs didn't reflect any indication of hardware malfunction, and all operations were currently executing normally. But for one bad sector of memory, which seemed to coincide with his processors not shutting down properly, there was no indication of any aberration in performance.

Arriving at the door, the small droid activated the door panel. As the door slid upward into the ceiling, the cat-eared child started down the hall. The central corridors were marked in a grid-and-section pattern. The signs indicative for this area suggested that this was Gray-19.

Doctor Hobbes' research lab was in Blue-7. This was a significant deviation from normal. He had never even been in the Gray sector before.

He started to proceed around the corner, when he caught sight of the backside of two IG-series droids.

!Danger
\memory file accessed...
\corrupted file detected_

The child uttered a breathless gasp, jumping back as he flattened himself up against the wall.

His behavioral processors were experiencing a humanoid psychological trait known as anxiousness or anxiety, the precise origin of which was somewhat unclear to him. Except that it linked back to the same corrupted memory file that he had been unable to completely recover or access since his reboot.

Why would the appearance of droids frighten him?

 

[Taeli Raaf]

BYOO: Liberate a droid facility from Directive 9 droids
Post: 5/20

"Master Raaf... we have discovered an anomaly," one of her Wights said over the comlink in their helmets. That was surprising, Taeli thought, as they wouldn't break their silence if they didn't have too. Whatever the team heading through the assembly lines had found had to be something of vital importance. She finished cutting through a four-legged droid before she responded, the rest of her team fanning out to cover the position.

"Report," she stated.

"We have discovered what remains of an Alliance team from the initial investigative excursion... they have been changed. Some of the pods are empty. Advisement that whatever was within is on their way to your location. We will secure the site and continue to objective."

Changed, she wondered... how could they have been changed? Squad One sent a signal they were nearing the central droid schematic storage, but were encountering increasingly heavy resistance. The droid types were shifting, something Taeli and Squad Three had noted as well. It had been expected, but it was concerning now that whatever these droids had been up to might be... more than expected. Turning down one of the corridors, she immediately realized what Squad Two lead had meant.

​

"Oh kark," she said, her lightsaber coming up to deflect bolts from the transformed Alliance team members. Their eyes were glowing the same green as the possessed droids from earlier.

"Bear witness to organics that now serve a nobler cause, the extermination and integration of organics," they said together.

 

[Liliane]

[ 06 ]​

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And alone she was again. Alone not by misfortune, but by choice. She needed time to think, time to digest all that was happening. The girl had spent months with just her brothers and that had had some serious effects on her. Even though she didn't feel out of place amongst the Jedi, she still did feel something. Some need to be alone, adapt to the changes slowly, and then come out as a karking firebird, ready to face everything.

The environment was not pleasant, she had to note. It was rocky and smoky and volcanic, after all, which was for sure not the best combination there was. But environment should not have mattered to the slightest.

Liliane eyed the surroundings. No matter how crazy it looked and how disgusting the lack of life on the planet was, she had to admit this was her life. No, not living on a world she hated to the fullest, but the fact that as a Jedi, she would get to discover different places and different people and go on missions. And that was the way she liked life. Everything around her reminded her of the life before the break.

She sighed. It was amazing.

"Marshall Lancaster, this is Knight Chin."

"Speak."

"We have information about the criminal's current location and possible moving patterns. She knows we're here. She knows what we're doing."

Kark. Complications.

 

[Kaili Talith]

[member="BB-4001A"] // [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]​

Pek. Tschk. Pek. Tschk. Pek. Tschk.

The sound of a saber pike and a pair of boots shifting through nature at a brisk pace. Not that there was much ‘nature’ to be had in a place covered in volcanoes and the ashes therefrom. Much like Kaili had suspected she felt the buzzing lifeforms in the force as they scuttled about. Some big, some small, none of them all that intimidating to her. She had built droids bigger than them. In fact one of them had even been the size of a train and that was pretty damn big.

So imagine her total indifference when she stumbled upon the droid foundry and the guardians that kept it safe. At this stage it was overconfidence, but out of all the skills that Kaili could not afford to start doubting herself in, droid manipulation and mechu deru was certainly the one. As such she just calmly stepped out into the open and focus all that she had on the drones until they all started to plummet to the ground one after another.

She took a deep breath and moved her saber pike from her right hand to her left hand.

The big guy was certainly just that: big. It turned to face her and even then, despite the fact that it was slowly starting to charge up its lasers, Kaili remained in place with her right hand now extended towards her aggressor. It took one step closer, she took a breath. It took another, as did she. The pike kept her balanced as she reached in within the grasp of its processors and very mind.

And that was when the thought crossed her mind.

She didn’t have to walk to the others.

A grin spread on her lips as she tore the droid’s mind asunder, leaving a small empty husk under her command. She took a seat upon the droid’s equivalent of a head and forced it to march onwards. Granted, the approach might have been a bit slower, but it brought a considerably greater amount of firepower.

She blasted one of the nearby turrets for the sake of testing the weapon out.

Eyes glistened at the sight of the massive fireball.

Oh yes. This was good.

 

[Liliane]

[ 07 ]​

​

"They are coming from different directions. Uh, with speeders."

"How probable is it that we are going to be outnumbered?" Liliane asked, turning around to face the direction she'd come from. She was not too far from the ship, so she would probably get there fast enough.

"Quite likely. Can't give you an exact number. Probably outnumbered two to one."

"Mmhm," the Jedi Marshall nodded. Two to one was nothing when they were going to deal with non-Force users. They may have been quite a nuisance on the way, but for experienced New Jedi Order Jedi, they were nothing. After all, Galactic Alliance raised Force Users who knew how to fight well.

"Knight Chin and Padawan Ardross, continue scouting. If you can, set up traps. Knight Sulare and Turnell, don't go any further from the ship. Remain in the perimeter and be ready to come back when the need comes."

She could feel the growing disturbance in the Force. The air was full of static and disturbances. It was not pleasant at all.

"The criminal's not coming. She's leaving the planet with the ship you'll be able to see in a moment."

Liliane didn't wait for the moment to come, but responded right away.

"Master Male'a, chase the vessel. The rest of us will deal with the ground forces."

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Kat Rivers"]

Choli was improving very rapidly, Asmus reflected. She was doing a remarkable job of balancing the Force and her instruments in her mind. Leaving herself open to the guidance of both. Janes wondered what that would be like? He had trouble enough keeping everything in his own head at once as well as allowing new information in. It was clear that the Force helped her, evident from the difference in performance she displayed between simulations – where the guidance of the Force was limited – and real situations.

Rogue One pulled towards the flank a few degrees. Just that subtle change of course made the hive react. It felt as if he was on the verge of understanding it. The speed at which it reacted as a convulsing mass was remarkable, yet it seemed to actual programming and decision making was quite simple. He fired a few more salvos into the mass, cutting another wound into the beast.