Skirmish [GA/SO] Determination and Distraction

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Darth Prazutis
Indirect Tag: Ashin Cardé Varanin

The storm came, and Jonyna came with it. Her feet ignited, and the tigress landed just far enough away to not be immediately swarmed. It wasn't a surprise the sith was unmarked, Jonyna wouldn't expect anything less.

"I've been the last light before. A candle that the wind failed to put out. You won't either, because for all you are, you're no Sidious. No Inquisitorius, and certainly no Anakin Skywalker. I've lived through an empire that spanned the entire galaxy, you won't have the power to extinguish me, Kuun." The last word spoken in her own language, a word that meant much more than just sith. To a Cathar, it meant closer to the word 'Monster'. But more than that, it meant a beast that needed to be put down. Not for meat, for the hunt, or even for a trophy. No, there was no pride behind putting down a Kuun. It was a matter of safety. A creature so vile, so destructive, that if it wasn't slain, it would slaughter the whole tribe.

Jonyna's blade still sparked, as she took a stance unlike any formal lightsaber form. Blade above her head, she held it with one hand, then shifted her hand to draw another, Sally, the White Blade of Harmony. Normally, she'd keep Sally hidden from view, waiting for the moment to strike. She wouldn't risk that here. She knew enough about the titan before her than to know she could trick him with a simple cortosis blade. But this wasn't a simple cortosis blade anymore. She had learned her lesson on Echnos. The blade now shined, blazed with the light.

One sword held in front of her, the other over her head. Water, Stone.

She waited. She knew letting her opponent set the tone was a bad idea, but she had learned that going in guns blazing wasn't good enough.

Instead, she went in guns blazing directly.

Her tail whipped out and she opened fire with with kyber blaster. He'd deflect it, surely, but she wanted to gauge him. See his speed. Learn him.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

The air shimmered with light, and the shadow didn't retreat. The Dark Lord watched as she landed in a blaze of defiance, her feet igniting the permacrete, her stance held like a veteran of countless wars. He didn't rush her. He didn't mock her. He listened. "You're no Sidious… no Inquisitorius… certainly no Anakin Skywalker…" The words fell like weapons, sharpened by both memory and pain. But Darth Prazutis didn't flinch. Only the void behind his helm shifted, the slow turn of the abyss acknowledging her presence, her conviction, her history. He let her speak, let her name the monsters she had endured, let her declare herself unbreakable, true. Then, silence. The Kyber blaster's shot rang out like a challenge hurled into the jaws of hell, and their destructive blasts? They were swallowed whole. Xûl Qarnak moved, fast and deadly. The bloodfire blade swatted the bolt aside in a sweeping arc, the dark side coiling around its edge like smoke made solid. It struck the mountainside behind him with a hiss, melting stone. He stepped forward once. Just once.

But that one step carried all the weight of inevitability. The storm hadn't stopped. It simply moved with him now, drawn in by his shadow. "You wield fire and memory well." The Shadow Hand said at last, his voice was a seismic groan, low and hollow through the helm that rumbled through the earth. "But name no ghosts before me, Jonyna Si. I am not Sidious. I do not whisper tyranny behind velvet masks." Another step. "I am not Skywalker. I do not fall." The warblade slowly leveled to his side, growling with restrained hate. "I do not rule empires by accident, or wear crowns by bloodline. I am the shadow that built the tombs that legends rot in, the final moment." He raised the blade across his chest. The Ka'ra'nazat amulet pulsed once, serpentine tendrils of crimson dancing between the runes etched into his armor. The air became suffocating. Sound dulled; color bled into gray. "You have come to slay a monster." The void answered. "Then come, Lightbearer."

"Come see what hunted monsters before your stars were born." Prazutis said, and then? He unleashed it without a gesture. A wave of pure force darkness, amplified through Ka'ra'nazat and channeled through the abyssal lattice of Qâzjiin'vraal, tore outward from his form like a collapsing star. Not merely a telekinetic blast, but a soul-wound given shape of pure dark side energy. Shadows tore from the earth like screaming specters, phantom hands of the slain reaching out to drag the living down pulling towards her. The Force didn't simply push, it infected, it whispered, it weighed. It clawed at the mind and senses, seeking to paralyze her very will, to force her to see every nightmare that once made her hesitate, every single failure, every single moment of almost-death. The ground cracked then, veins of blackened red energy spiderwebbing out beneath his boots as the attack subsided and something else began, leaving only the silence of judgment in its wake seeping corruption through the ground blighting the soil. Its power began to split the earth forming fissures, belching pure dark side energy across the field. And he waited. Motionless. Inevitability, cloaked in flesh and warsteel.

Ashin Cardé Varanin | Darth Empyrean | Jonyna Si | Darth Umbra | Khal'vyssa | Aris Noble | Ariana du Couteau ​

 

[Caelan Valoren]

Like a shadow it came from behind the lines of the enemy. A force wreathed in darkness, descending through the madness of battle, coming towards their lines with intent. Bloody, merciless intent that was made plainly evident with the snap-hiss of a vermillion blade, which promptly cut down an Alliance soldier that showed he had the stomach to face a dangerous foe outside of his skill set. Caelan hadn't been fast enough to save him.

The being mocked. They always mocked. It seemed they were incapable of doing anything but mocking. Enter a battle and fight it. Don't prattle. Even still, he knew that the soldiers in the vicinity were looking to him in this moment, and that if he said nothing, it would not help morale.

"If this be where our paths end, then so be it," he said, his gloved hand reaching for the saber on his belt. "But know this: my blade does not seek death, only balance."

He thumbed the activation switch and a white blade sprang forth, wreathed in blue and purple highlights. A unique blade, one with purpose and power. And Caelan, the man inside of the armor that the Sith thought garish, had honed the crystal within it with his own two hands, fusing his own crystal with that of his mothers to create something unique, something his own. The armor, unique and heavy, felt light as a feather to him, his body amplified by the Force to resist its weight.

Stepping forward, he motioned for the soldiers to move aside and clear space. This was his battle to fight and it was best if he had the room to do it. He flourished his blade once, then motioned with a hand for the Sith to come at him.

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace)

TAGS: Darth Apophion ​

 

[Anthony Gray Sun]

Tag: Umbra-3
The Starblazer

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Death From Above.

It was one of those things they tell you in the simulators, but it's only when you see the real thing that it clicks.

Three down, two left. Two, and him.

"Tornado Leader, break off. Refit at base and prep for reinsertion."

<What about you Starblazer?>

"I'm going hunting."

Anthony reached out with the Force. He couldn't see his opponent, but he didn't need to. The Force was his friend, his ally.

With a thought, the wings of his X-wing opened up, and his engines flared, afterburners revving as he shot up. Get altitude, hide in the clouds. His own sensor jammers flicked on, waiting for the moment Anthony could feel his opponent. No matter where their ship hid, he should be able to feel them. Should...

The two Tornados slipped upward, and into hyperspace. Now it was just of the two of them.

 

[Ariana du Couteau]

Ariana du Couteau, Jedi Padawan
Objective One: Misty Mountains
Outfit

Ariana continued to move forward, her attention on the Sith troopers ahead but almost near instantaneously a cloud of smoke erupted in front of her. The loss of sight of her potential targets was not a terrible obstacle to overcome as she continued to push past it with a Force shield being put up to block any unseen attacks once she broke through the smoke. She had faced smoke grenades before, effective tools to eliminate line of sight and allow the thrower an attempt to move with the cover of the smoke's obscurity.

It means the troopers are probably moving to a different location.

She would need to change direction when she finally burst through the smoke, but it didn’t present a major problem. Though what did cause Ariana to grow curious was that her attempt to push through the smoke continued to take far longer than what she deemed necessary for a few smoke grenades. She had originally closed her eyes and refused to inhale when she had entered the smoke, more often than not some types of smoke grenades were rather harmful when either breathed in or aggravated the eyes.

The moment she opened her eyes to inspect her surroundings the reality of the situation became readily apparent. Whatever smoke grenade used was either massive or not a grenade, she doubted that her ears could have missed so many exploded smoke grenades. But she felt a strangeness within the smoke that made it all too eerie and uncomfortable. Ariana glanced down to her left arm, the glow of white and embers of smaller light falling was still there. Either through the combination of the Buukani technique and Forced Convection, or one of them, it almost appeared as if she could slice through the smoke with her arm.

Ariana filed that thought for later, as the smoke was far larger than her outstretched arm anyways, the field seemed endless as she continued to move in any direction. There’s no end? Did the smoke encompass the large sections of the field of battle? Ariana calmed herself, the amount of air in her body needed to be preserved as she continued to hold her breath. Her eyes grew agitated and with swift movement she knelt with one knee and placed her left hand on the ground and grew a Force bubble from within and expanded it outwards.

She breathed in relief, smoke free but just as if she was caught within a blizzard, the larger issue remained right outside of her Force bubble. Ariana’s smile continued to hold, as if her lips had frozen into such an expression of happiness. Her mind raced to figure out what to do next, the mountains of Zeffo regularly produced fierce wind currents, so the smoke should dissipate soon enough.

But why does my Force bubble feel far weaker than it should be?

Ariana glanced around and realized what she had imagined she could project and the reality of it was considerably off. Was it the smoke or some incredibly powerful Sith that lurked the area that could cast such a shadow of malevolence and dread. She was always taught that individual Force users could only but be pebbles tossed into the river of the Force to see how effective they were to change the tides of the Force. I guess some individuals could be boulders and not just pebbles or rocks.

Ariana steeled herself and waited for the wind as she breathed evenly and mediated to calm her mind to ease the her suffering eyes.
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|| Khal'vyssa ||​

 

[Darth Apophion]

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The wind howled through the broken peaks of Zeffo, carrying with it the scent of blood and scorched stone. Apophion did not speak immediately. He stood there, still as the statues that once guarded this forgotten tomb, the vermillion glow of his blade casting ghostlight upon the snow. The Jedi had answered not with fear nor pleasantries, but with resolve, a flicker of something rare in this age. The pale light of Caelan's saber split the mist like a beacon. White, tinged with violet and blue how poetic. How proud. How tragic.

Apophion stepped forward, the vermillion blade held at his side like a hanging sentence.

"Then let your balance be measured, and broken." He said.

Apophion did not rush; the Sith's cape dragged across the stone as he closed the distance between the two. He advanced with the silence of falling ash, his vermillion blade humming low and dreadful in the mountain air.

Suddenly Apophion snapped into a high guard, blade angled diagonally downward before him, left foot forward, knees bent, weight coiled in his hips like a serpent ready to strike. His right hand gripped the hilt with subtle precision, while his left supported from behind, just beneath the emitter—an old stance, refined and cruel in its geometry. One not taught in modern academies.

Without warning, he struck.

He extended his leading foot sharply, hips driving forward with surgical precision, and his blade darted out not wide, not high, but a straight, vicious thrust aimed for the narrow space just below the Jedi's left clavicle. It was not a wild strike, but a honed, purposeful stab meant to pierce the gap between armor and shoulder, where breath meets bone.

His body remained compact, his core tight, movement flowing through the legs and waist rather than raw shoulder strength. The saber's tip traveled with blinding speed in a single line, clean, silent, fatal.

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Caelan Valoren

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Zeffo
Tags: Open (Though I'm gonna stick to PvE)
Lightsaber - Pequod
Leg - Anchor


After her latest series of flips and rotation, Reina treated herself to a short break as she hid herself behind some rocks. Sweat dripping down her face as she worked on getting the oxygen she needed back into her lungs. Having the Spirit to aid her as she had a strong breeze blow against her face. cooling herself off and introducing oxygen to her system as she held her hand to her chest. Pace herself. That's what she needed to learn. She was used to going against something she could take down easily, but this was going to be an unending horde. They weren't meant to defeat them. Just hold them off. Her style wasn't good at holding the line.

It was time for her to change her targets at the very least. Heading against other Force Sensitives was only tiring her out more. She'd have to move towards the troopers. The target change would come with it's own issues. Now she'd have to be more wary of blaster fire but...hey. She had practiced against those kinds of threats when she first arrived at the Temple. With that, Reina threw herself back into the thick of things as blaster fire and explosions rang out around her. This was the kind of danger she had no hesitation with, as she leapt through the air. Striking out with the Anchor and her lightsaber as she worked on dealing with as much as she could. This was what she could do.

During her defensive assault however, a nearby cry of pain went up into the air, turning her head to watch an Alliance member fly through the air after an explosion. In the past, Reina would stuck to the onslaught. Fighting was the best way she knew to protect people. Now though? She ran through the battlefield towards the wounded, grabbing them by the shoulders and practically dragging them behind a set of rocks for her to get to work. She knew basic first aid treatment.

"Don't worry. I've got you! I'll..."

Her words ran short as she turned her eyes towards the solider. This...This wasn't something she could try to treat. She didn't have enough supplies on herself. The colour was slowly draining from her face as her eyes darted around desperately, trying to find someone else to help. She couldn't heal with the Force, like she knew some people could.

"I'm going to die. Aren't I?"

Reina's eyes snapped back to the man in front of her, who seemed surprisingly at peace with the statement. Whilst Reina was frantically looking around for some kind of medic or healer, the solider was rummaging around in his pockets, or what remained of them. Pulling out a small journal that was slowly getting stained in blood.

"I want this to go to my fami-"
"Shut up. Shut up. You're going to be fine. Shut up."
"-ly. I have things I haven't-"
"I've already told you to shut up! It's going to be fine. Just give me a minute."
"-told them."

The journal was jabbed against Reina repeatedly. Each jab getting weaker and weaker, as Reina could sense the life going out. The light dulling as she was trying her best to figure out a plan. A way to save them. Her eyes darted towards her lightsaber for a moment. She could stop the bleeding with that. Like how she had done on Jedha...Her hand tightened around the hilt of her saber, getting ready to work...before she froze. The journal had fell down to the ground. It was pointless. She had no clue if her idea would have worked. She was too late.

Why?...I couldn't do anything...
Of course you can't. You can only fight. Kill. You don't know how to save. How to heal.
His family...Why was he here?
You know why. The same reason as you. To die for someone you've never met.

That voice. It was back. Snaking its way into the back of Reina's head. Echoing as it spoke. She needed to ignore it. But she couldn't. It had a point. They were holding the line to save someone she didn't know. Could she die as peacefully as the soldier in front of her had for someone she didn't know? Or would she have raged against it? Raging against dying for someone she didn't know anything about...

You know Eve. And Valery.

A new voice came to her mind. It was softer. More Light-hearted. But still as familiar as the darker voice. It was her voice.

Azurine is important to them. And they're important to you. You want to be a Knight, don't you? They don't worry themselves with knowing people. They just do it. That's what you do best. Get up Reina. We can worry about this later.

This new voice also had a point. Which made sense. Like Valery had taught her, the voice in her head was her own. Just saying things she didn't want to hear, or couldn't hear. But now she had another voice. A new voice that was her. A Light that was slowly growing to try and drown out the Darkness in her mind.

Reina's hand went down to the journal, to store it for now. She'd need to figure out who the man was. There was a lot she'd need to figure out. But for now...she had to stay focused on the task at hand.​

 

[Aris Noble]

From Aris there was nothing Light to drink. Unable to feel the Force himself he wasn't even aware of how darker he was now. Of how filled with rage, hurt, and anger. He couldn't even tell he was falling to his emotions as he turned to another, ripping his blade through yet another shield wielding soldier before he felt it.

His body froze up as a weight tried to crush around him. Sluggish, slowed, but only for a moment as the unnatural might the Padawan sported had him turn to face the blade that was brought down. A Sith. Rage filled his gaze. A snarl formed on his lips. They were a threat. They were someone he needed to fight. To kill.

The strike came as he pushed against the grip around him. Slow. Too slow to properly deflect the strike that came, but it was a strike that he caught in his hand. Aris's skin burned bright on it's own as he kept the saber in his grasp, trying to yank it aside as he powered through the weight around him to bring his own blade up through the Sith.

Darth Umbra

 

[Caelan Valoren]

Though his opponent did enjoy speaking, threatening, he did not seem as wild as some. Collected, Caelan would say. Focused. He had a purpose, and that purpose was focused on killing the Jedi that stood before him.

The two face each other in the howling winds, neither backing down from the other. Soldiers on both sides had stopped to watch what was about to happen. Not because they'd never seen it before, but because there was a weight to the air around them, a heaviness that called them to look on. Two warriors of ancient ways facing each other. One clad in armor, the other dark robes. A clash of light and dark that was sure to be something worth remembering for all present.

When Apophion assumed his stance, Caelan measured it, but did not alter his. In fact, he didn't seem to have a stance himself, merely standing before the man as though he were standing at inspection, save for his arms, which held a blade in one hand and an open hand outward the other. It seemed rather ill-prepared, but was, in fact, calculated.

When the man attacked with a precise thrust aimed at his offhand side shoulder area, Caelan moved quick, his free hand coming up and around to smack the back of it against the blade and deflect it off course above and away from striking him. Songsteel was light, but just as efficient as phrik and similar materials at deflecting lightsabers, and Caelan was fast, a practitioner of body modification skills in the Force, one who excelled in increasing his own speed and strength, even in his prosthetic arm.

His lightsaber grip, at the same time, changed so the blade was pointed downward in his hand. It would seem odd, but only for a brief moment as his fist then lashed out at the Sith's left ribcage. Not the blade, his fist. Caelan was not a killer. He abhorred combat in general, only partaking in it when absolutely necessary, and he did everything he could to avoid killing others. A lightsaber was a good tool, but equally efficient at stopping an enemy were fists and feet and the rest of the body when used properly, and he was trained in Iridonian martial arts as well as Broken Gate.

Azzie had always said not to be predictable.

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace)

TAGS: Darth Apophion ​

 

[QK-2510]

Location: Zeffo
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic”
Objective: Misty Mountains
Mission Objective: Flank and Destroy Alliance Defenders
Tag: Rath Nihro

The Alliance held the high ground. However, if all went according to plan, QK-2510 would upset their advantage.

Metal wings unfolded behind her, the jet trooper soared up the face of the ridge, her rifle held close to her body as her eyes scanned the battlefield. Right on cue, her sensors pinged unidentified signatures—Alliance troopers entrenched on the pass above. The energy and thermal readings from their blaster fire confirmed their position, and though she couldn’t yet see them, she leveled her rifle in their direction.

A barrage of wrist rocket-sized missiles fell upon the Alliance patrol squad in blossoming clouds of superheated gas. Searing heat cooked flesh and armor alike as explosive waves of force tore bodies apart. Kill marks streamed down QK-2510 HUD, reporting six tallies just as the jet trooper rocketed past the ledge, her rifle unleashing crimson fire in the process. The three remaining troopers were swiftly struck down in the barrage, scarlet-hot plasma lancing through armor and flesh in an explosive staccato of thermal energy and concussive force.

Like a carrion raptor, the QK-2510 circled above the remains of the shattered infantry squad. The jet trooper surveyed the pass for more Alliance forces within the vicinity, before continuing with her ascent. She knew that the Alliance would be expecting her, but with one of the passes clear of hostiles, the jet trooper had already achieved part of her objective. The Sith forces on the passes below would now have slightly more freedom to advance and maneuver.

However, in order for the Sith to secure the summit, the Alliance’s hold on the mountain would need to be weakened further.

“Sector Aurek-3 is clear!” QK-2510 called out over her comm. “Ascending to Besh-3!” She added.

Carried on wings of hot fire and plasma, QK-2510 rocketed up the mountain once more, sensors and instincts sharpened for the fiercer resistance awaiting her ahead.

Thus, when her sensors pinged only a single, lone contact ( Rath Nihro ) on the pass above, her brows arched in surprise.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Taral-type Sith Trooper Armor Mk. II - Pattern Besh
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - R
  • Utility Hardpoint
    
    • FAE/P-03 “Adramelech” Winged Jetpack
      
      • Armament Hardpoint (2)
        
        • FAE/WH-04-S3 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead
        • FAE/WH-04-S3 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead
• Kainate Combat Rifle Model Sixty-Two
  
  • Attachments and Modifications
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • FAE/S-06 Reactive Targeting Matrix - Updated Version
  • Ammunition
    
    • FAE/AM-01-S3 Energy Weapon Cartridge (10)
    • Portable Projectile Launcher (2)
      
      • FAE/WH-04-S2 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead (12)
      • FAE/WH-04-S2 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead (16)
    • Portable Projectile Launcher (2)
      
      • FAE/WH-04-S2 Universal Missile - Concussion Warhead (16)
      • FAE/WH-04-S2 Universal Missile - Concussion Warhead (16)
• PV-16 “Sunfury” Pulse Pistol
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
  • Ammunition
    
    • Fusion Cell (4)
• FAE/MDE-01-S2 Semiautonomous Seeker Concussion Explosive (4)

 

[Rath Nihro]

A W A K E N I N G

Objective: The Misty Mountains
Equipment: Shroudsaber, Shroudshoto, Outfit
Tag: QK-2510

Battles raged all around the outpost as explosions and blasterfire filled the air. Even from a distance, Rath could feel the dampened concussive waves as the earth trembled with each blast that went off. To a tactician, it was very much like playing a game where each moved their pieces accordingly, yet to the ones who were actively fighting. To put it bluntly it was utter chaos.

Over the communications that was relayed through the earpiece. It was clear that one of the squads had been wiped out since their end went radio silent after a series of explosions that ruptured through the mountains. Rath glanced over at a boulder, which was almost twice his size, close to his location that served as cover for his position. However, he tapped on the earpiece once more.

”Delta, How far from your position is the enemy line?” Rath requested as he was directing it to the team located at the Delta defense point, where they were defending at the base of the mountain.

”Uh… about thirty to forty meters southeast! But they're pushing forward!” The soldier informed him over the radio. Rath softly hummed in acknowledgement as he ran the calculations of the trajectory of a heavy object. So he raised a hand towards the boulder. This time he attempted to telekinetically crush the rock, but it was dense and it would likely take a lot of pressure. Which for Rath, it'd be doable enough, but instead he plucked the boulder from the mountain.

After a short correction of his trajectory, Rath simply rolled the boulder down the mountain to the Sith Forces. The rumbling and tumbling spherical rock had slipped through the mist. Followed by a chorus of yelling in alarm as the rock flattened a few of the troops and doubled to tighten the chokehold for the Alliance to capitalize in. Granting the Delta team a better advantage in their defense.

It was only then that he heard the roar of an engine that swiftly approached his location. His eyes narrowed slightly before he telekinetically plucked much smaller rocks, no bigger than his hand, and sent a volley in high velocity at the presence's direction. Though the mist obscured their visual, the Force at least granted him knowledge of their general vicinity.

 

[Darth Umbra]

Umbra felt the Force surround this Jedi; his movements slowed as Umbra's lightsaber descended on him, ready to cut him in half. However, there was still fight in this one and his hand came up and caught Umbra's blade, stopping his attack in its tracks.

As Umbra looked up into the eyes of this Jedi, he noticed how young he was. The Jedi, as usual, had sent a child to do their dirty work. The holier-than-thou facade the Jedi put up for the citizenry of the Galactic Alliance would fall apart if the public at large knew the Jedi Order sent children to die on the battlefield.

The Jedi attempted to wrench Umbra's lightsaber to the side as he riposted with his own blade, intent on skewering Umbra through the midsection. This boy was much taller than Umbra, and he used it to his advantage. As the Jedi wrenched on Umbra's blade, he allowed it to pull him with it, ducking his head under the other's outstretched arm and rotating his body to get inside the Jedi's defense and close to his side. He paid for it as the blade that was meant to skewer him sliced across his exposed back, digging a furrow through him, and his wrist screamed in pain as he contorted it against the Jedi's grip.

The pain stung, but it fueled him, the Force rising up inside him as he drank on his own pain, empowering him. As Umbra completed his rotation, he attempted a devastating kick into the outside of the Jedi's knee. Hoping the kick knocked the Jedi off balance so he could pull free his lightsaber from his grip and strike him down.

FOE: Aris Noble | Zaiya Ceti (Eventually)
NEARBY: Darth Prazutis | Ashin Cardé Varanin | Darth Empyrean | Jonyna Si

 

[QK-2510]

Location: Zeffo
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic”
Objective: Misty Mountains
Mission Objective: Flank and Destroy Alliance Defenders
Tag: Rath Nihro

Surging up the mountain, QK-2510 pointed her rifle in the rough direction of the sensor contact, her systems locking on as she ascended. As soon as she had a positive tone, a pair of wrist rocket-sized missiles with Iadrium warheads raced free from the projectile launcher affixed beneath her weapon, rising ahead of her to seek out their designated target in the manner of vornskr homing in on prey.

It was then that QK-2510 rocketed up above the ridge where her target was positioned, soaring overhead in the manner of a rising phoenix. She had naught but a moment to take in his figure before her pupils went wide with equal parts surprise and disgust.

Then, as her mind processed the barrage of small rocks coming towards her at blistering velocity, the jet trooper gritted her teeth in anticipation.

Fortunately, her armor’s systems responded without delay. Electricity surged around her armored form in a coruscating corona. Galvanic discharges exploded outward, intercepting and vaporizing most of the incoming rocks before they could strike her person. However, the sheer volume of projectiles allowed a few to survive the electrical field. QK-2510 grunted as a number of rocks pinged against her armor. Though much of their kinetic force was mitigated by the ablative inertial damper, the pain of the impacts briefly stunned her, drawing a sharp wince from her lips.

Still, it would take far more than rocks to break the resolve of a Sith trooper.

<<Jedi engaged! Praise the Eternal Father and the Shadow Hand!>>

Spoiler: Loadout

• Taral-type Sith Trooper Armor Mk. II - Pattern Besh
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - R
  • Utility Hardpoint
    
    • FAE/P-03 “Adramelech” Winged Jetpack
      
      • Armament Hardpoint (2)
        
        • FAE/WH-04-S3 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead
        • FAE/WH-04-S3 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead
• Kainate Combat Rifle Model Sixty-Two
  
  • Attachments and Modifications
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • FAE/S-06 Reactive Targeting Matrix - Updated Version
  • Ammunition
    
    • FAE/AM-01-S3 Energy Weapon Cartridge (10)
    • Portable Projectile Launcher (2)
      
      • FAE/WH-04-S2 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead (10)
      • FAE/WH-04-S2 Universal Missile - Iadrium Warhead (16)
    • Portable Projectile Launcher (2)
      
      • FAE/WH-04-S2 Universal Missile - Concussion Warhead (16)
      • FAE/WH-04-S2 Universal Missile - Concussion Warhead (16)
• PV-16 “Sunfury” Pulse Pistol
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
  • Ammunition
    
    • Fusion Cell (4)
• FAE/MDE-01-S2 Semiautonomous Seeker Concussion Explosive (4)

Spoiler: Additional Notes

• QK-2510 fired two FAE/WH-04-S2 Universal missiles with Iadrium warheads at Rath.
  
  • The missiles are roughly wrist rocket-sized.
  • They are notably resistant to countermeasures and are equipped with measures to potentially counter external redirection. They are also equipped with advanced tracking protocols, potentially allowing engagement of targets behind cover or obstructions.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Darth Prazutis

The blast hit her, and all Jonyna could do was brace. Brace, and do as she always had. Plant her feet, grit her teeth, and slice it with everything she had.

And so, she raised Sally, the sword that had been with her since day one. A blade that had once been made of scrap cortosis, now imbued with the light. Made of metal the bokken could only dream of affording when she was young. A blade that had served her against Inquistors, Death Troopers, Moffs, and now Sith Lords. The blade that had once gave her an edge against the other half of this one's dark dyad.

Jonyna had never been alone. It was not just her who held this blade, but everyone who stood beside her. She didn't need a force bond, but rather the bond of thousands of those she had saved.

As the blast hit, the blade held, slicing the energy in twain. Claws extended from her specially made boots, as they gained purchase in stone, as Jonyna's light burned brighter and brighter. The storm above, began to swirl.

And Jonyna herself, erupted. Her back became an engine, as her own power pushed back against the dark hurricane that had impacted her.

Step.

Step.

She pushed back. Every step took a burst of energy, exploding from her back. Her shoulders, the fur of her coat, all erupting with thrust that propelled her forward.

And then, the sound began to play. The Dark Lord could hear it. The sound of defiance.

The light, roaring back.

​

 

[Darth Apophion]

​

The wind screamed between the shattered stones of Zeffo as Apophion's blade was turned aside. The Jedi's armored hand suddenly deflected the blade, redirecting the killing thrust out and above to the side. The strike veered high, harmless. Apophion did not curse, did not falter. He adjusted.

The hit came fast and brutal, a fist lancing toward his ribcage with the weight of intent behind it. The Jedi sought not his death, but his submission. A strike made by one who still believed restraint was strength. The impact landed. The blow connected hard against his upper abdominal, crashing into the plasteel armor plate with a jarring thud. He shifted his body with the momentum, turning counterclockwise so his torso had just enough to let the energy of the strike bleed into the movement and his punch would not connect squarely. Nonetheless, pain blossomed, real and biting, yet the Sith accepted it. No, he welcomed it. Pain was a reminder that he was still alive.

And in that single tempo, he countered. His boots slid against the stone as he took a single, measured back step with his left foot pulling away.

The vermillion blade, still humming in his right hand, dipped low in that same moment. His left hand released its supporting grip and swept behind his back like a counterweight, his entire body pivoting in seamless, fluid motion. As he moved, the saber drew a red crescent through the air, a falling diagonal slash, tight and deliberate, aimed not at the body but the elbow. Apophion had anticipated where Caelan's arm had intended strike. Apophion had exactly what he needed. An overextended arm with the perfectly exposed elbow region. The falling slash came in a razor-line path, the precision of the strike impeccable.

He sought not the wound but its fulfillment. The blade need only find its mark for in the procession of breath and blade, it is not strength that crowns the victor, but precision. Measured. Patient. Ordained.


Caelan Valoren

 

[Darth Prazutis]

The light roared, and the storm did not yield. Instead? It listened. She came forward in fire and fury, defiance etched into every fiber of her being, her blade burning with legacy, her power flaring like a sun. She stood firm, unwavering, righteous, burning for every soul she'd saved, every injustice she sought to undo. For she was Jonyna Si, the Sentinel of Harmony, the Wrath of Cathar, Jedi High Councilor. High in the skies above, lightning formed and twisted. The Force trembled. High above a storm howled with anticipation. And then…he moved. He didn't charge. He didn't lash out. He simply decided. "Enough." The word fell like a gravestone sealing a crypt, the final death knell to worlds. Everything changed. The very air inverted. The temperature plummeted. Time felt like it stuttered. Gravity lost its rhythm. Wind stopped. Motion halted. All things in the field seemed to freeze, not because they were stunned, but because the Force itself was holding its breath. A circle of perfect stillness formed around the Shadow Hand, and from the heart of that silence, the black crown of the storm spiraled downward then, coalescing above him like a divine omen. The clouds twisted into a descending funnel of voidlight, impossibly vast and unnatural, sickening to behold in the physical ream. It was not born of weather or power. It was dominion given shape. Then came the voice again, lower, colder, stripped of all theatrics and all restraint:

"You bring defiance to the grave. I bring consequence." He raised both hands to the storm, and the world obeyed. The ground beneath him erupted in a perfect ring of black flame, tendrils of darkness curling skyward in shrieking spirals. It did not burn with heat, it burned with meaning. The Force screamed in warning, then silenced itself in reverence. Dust lifted, stones cracked, and the battlefield tilted as if the very laws of reality were being rewritten in real time. Then came the first wave. It wasn't lightning no. It was annihilation. A shockwave of dark side power exploded outward, vaporizing everything in its path, its unfettered rage pouring forth like a flood. The terrain shattered, stone pulverized, metal folded like paper and burned away. Structures nearby exploded as the first surge of power passed through them. The second wave came behind it, and this one struck the mind. Visions howled into existence, the long dead, screaming worlds, beasts, agonized deaths of the butchered. The screams weren't hers. They belonged to the Force itself. It threatened to crack the skull open.

Then, silence. A total, pure, absolute stillness that settled into the very bones, veins, breath of all around. And from the eye of the storm? The final blow fell. A singularity of wrath, compressed, focused, detonated. A vertical eruption of black and violet flame thundered into the sky, a hundred meters high, expanding outward in a ring of metaphysical devastation as it descended towards her. It was not simple light. It was the memory of light's death. The explosion left no fire, no smoke, only a wound. A blackened scar high above in the fabric of the Force, a place where hope could no longer exist. Where names would never again be spoken. A tomb for the idea of resistance. Then? Through that wound, it was as if something looked through. Behind the black fire, above the spiral crown in the sky, a shadow moved. Something enormous. Crawling. Watching. It had no name. It had no face. But it saw. And it remembered. Not the Dark Lord of the Sith. Something deeper. Older. Worse. Whatever it was, it stood with him. Then, as suddenly as it had come, the shadow receded, folding backward into the rift like smoke drawn into a dying flame. The wound in the sky remained, faint and pulsing, but the watcher was gone. For now. Darth Prazutis stood amidst the apocalypse, untouched, burning with unholy power, his mantle of living shadow writhing like a cloak of damned souls screaming without mouths.

His voice reached her once more, not as sound, but as law.

"This is not power. This is what power fears."

Jonyna Si | Ashin Cardé Varanin | Darth Empyrean | Darth Umbra | Khal'vyssa | Aris Noble | Ariana du Couteau ​

 

[Umbra-3]

Determination and Distraction
Location: Zeffo.
Objective: Eliminate Priority Targets
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: Anthony Gray Sun
Tags: ???

"The void does not care for skill. It does not care for speed. It does not care for pride. The void only asks one question—will you survive? If you hesitate, if you falter, if you make even a single mistake… the void will answer for you."​

The battlefield quieted—but not with peace.

Only with hunger.

From within the shadows of Zeffo's stone-spined peaks, UMBRA-3 drifted, his Sion-class Heavy Starfighter Mk. II gliding like a wraith through the mist. He had not pursued the retreating Tornados. They were done. Weak. Wasted.

They had no teeth.
They were not the mission.

But this one?
This X-wing that stayed behind, rising toward the clouds with its S-foils flared and engines roaring?

This one had fangs.

The moment it split away from its squadmates, UMBRA-3 shifted. No longer passive. Predatory.

His eyes—dead cybernetic lenses of matte black—twitched beneath the visor of his sealed helm, his thoughts fusing deeper into the fighter's systems. The Ghost Link awakened fully. The fighter became not a machine, but a beast with his will as its spine.

Data streamed. The Jedi was using countermeasures, jammers. Smoke and static on the sensors. A clever ploy.

But UMBRA-3 did not need sensors.

He followed the wake of will.

Not the Force—he could not touch it, would never feel it. But his prey was radiating it, painting the sky in it like a scent trail to a starving hound.

You are not hidden.

UMBRA-3 pushed forward. No engine flare. No lights. Just cold movement and the hum of composite plates adjusting across the hull for minimum radar signature. His fighter slithered upward, cutting through the canyon fog like a whisper drawn across steel. The Sérhannaðar AI pulsed an update:

"Opposition employing active sensor disruption. Advised countermeasure: passive triangulation and EM wake trailing."

UMBRA-3 was already doing it.
Already above.

The Mk. II's engines dimmed into low-burn atmospheric glide as the fighter ascended, following the path the Jedi thought would hide him. And then—a flicker.

Not a signal. Not a scan.

A feeling.

His cybernetic instincts tingled. The unnatural tension of a combat pilot shifting from prey to predator. That final second before ambush. The Jedi wasn't running. He was waiting.

Good.

UMBRA-3 engaged the Field Disruptor System—briefly, just enough to phase through a pocket of turbulent interference that would foul even the best tracking systems. His shields dropped. The air around his fighter bent and shimmered for half a breath. But when he emerged?

He was behind.
Above.

Fifty meters off Starblazer's six.

The Jedi's X-wing drifted into a hover-spin through the fogbank, subtle attitude shifts betraying a search. A read.

UMBRA-3 didn't fire. Not yet.

Instead, he stalked in complete silence. Matching speed. Matching altitude. Matching drift. Like a panther padding behind an unaware deer, nose to the wind, heartbeat steady.

His onboard systems fed into a readout of the Jedi's behavior. An experienced pilot. Centered. Focused. Dangerous.

But still flesh.

Flesh could break.

And now—UMBRA-3 wanted to see it break.

The voice of the Sérhannaðar AI whispered:

"Target lock achieved. Weapons free."

UMBRA-3 did not engage.
He did something far worse.

He opened comms.
A line that had not transmitted sound in years crackled to life.

And what came through was not a voice, not a human sound.

It was the mechanical rasp of breathing—inhuman, filtered through a half-burnt vocoder—then a single, hollow, metallic click.

The predator had spoken. He had opened fire with a single shot.

The hunt had begun.

 

[Khal'vyssa]

Location: Zeffo
Objective: Misty Mountains
Mission Objective: Eliminate Southern Ridge Outpost Defenses
Tag: Ariana du Couteau

Khal’vyssa pursed her lips as the trials of her training rites returned to the forefront of her mind. As one of the few non-Force-sensitive Shikkari in her cell, the Echani knew from hard experience the tactics needed to engage Force-users. Overwhelm the senses. Aggression. Control. Initiative.

And most importantly, creativity.

Thus, as she stepped out of the ruins, Khal’vyssa let an explosive fly free from her grasp, directed to head into the billowing smoke via mental command. The drone’s microrepulsor engine gave a high-pitched whine in the process, before vanishing within the cloud. Inside, its sensors were totally blind. As a result, it was a matter of chance as to whether or not the explosive would detonate with the Jedi inside its four-meter lethal radius.

Yet even if the Jedi eluded the lethal blast zone, Khal’vyssa hoped that the concussion explosive’s sonic effects might stun them, potentially rupturing eardrums.

Two seconds later, the drone detonated. A supersonic wave of overpressure which carried enough energy to smash stone reverberated through the air with a loud, thunderous crack. Simultaneously, the shockwave immediately cleared away the smoke, returning clarity to Khal’vyssa’s senses as the Shikkari scanned the area for her quarry.

If all went according to plan, the shockwave would expose a dazed, vulnerable Jedi—one who Khal’vyssa might easily knock out.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Moonlight Shadow
  
  • Arms
    
    • Lacera - Sith Lanvarok - L Gauntlet
      
      • Ammunition
        
        • 30 Disc Magazine (4)
          
          • Neuranium Disc - Void Stone Treatment
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - R Gauntlet
    • FAE/EMW-01 Plasma Chakram Projector - L Glove
      
      • Ammunition
        
        • FAE/AM-01-S2 Energy Weapon Cartridge (4)
          
          • Ethaerium Gas and CryoBan Coolant
    • Slicing Glove - R Glove
• Moonlight Kiss Throwing Blades (6)
• Siqsa-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Obscuration Canister (3)
• FAE/MDE-01-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Concussion Explosive (2)

 

[Rath Nihro]

A W A K E N I N G

Objective: The Misty Mountains
Equipment: Shroudsaber, Shroudshoto, Outfit
Tag: QK-2510

If it was the only stimuli that pulsed with energy through the Force, Rath would likely have noticed the missiles early on. However by the time the missiles came to his vision, he only had enough time to raise his other hand extended out before him. Not to divert the trajectory, it was far too late for that, but instead he erected a barrier of kinetic energy through the Force that housed himself and his immediate vicinity. Causing the missiles to slam into the barrier, detonating as the thermal energy swept over the immediate vicinity as the concussive wave slammed against the mountain. Forcing him to take a step back towards the cliff side behind him as the shimmering force shrouded his form.

His eyes brimmed with power as he could not understand a word this one was saying, but the intent was clear as day. There was some sort of electrical barrier that most of the debris couldn’t get past, and the ones that did certainly had their impact dampened by the barrier. With his other hand, Rath dropped the barrier so that he could focus his attention on the fiery heat in the engines within the jetpack, Rath simply caused the flames to intensify as the engine roared to life, more than the trooper likely anticipated. It could have been ruled out as a malfunction, but if one was well versed in their own equipment with its maintenance as any good soldier would do. That possibility would seem unlikely.

Instead he was purposefully causing the engine to flare uncontrollably in alternating levels, almost like controlling the flow of energy as Rath intended at least for the trooper to either cut off the engines or risk overheating the engines; or possibly burn through her fuel before that happens. Either way, Rath hasn’t necessarily drawn his lightsabers yet. Not when the planet itself, and their own weapons were at his disposal if necessary.

”You’re either brave or foolish to come up here alone. Or both.” Rath jabbed as he rolled his wrist, controlling the intensity of the flames within the jetpack so long as it existed. Of course, he could only control the flames, which meant he could only affect how much she accelerates or decelerates even. Not so much in changing her direction however.

 

[Anthony Gray Sun]

Tag: Umbra-3
The Starblazer

Above.

He had followed the fighter through the clouds. Through the Force, he could see all. He could feel the enemy fighter pushed through the cloud, hitting every water droplet along the way. Anthony wasn't just hiding there to keep himself hidden, he had set a trap.

The moment he heard that groaning wheeze over comms, his starfighter shifted in an unnatural way. He was staring the enemy dead on, waiting for them to fire. The moment they did, a wall of water formed in front of the X-wing, letting the laser deform it, as Anthony slipped away. His fighter dipped, then summersaulted under the enemy in a way that would not just knock a normal pilot unconscious, it would kill them. Suddenly, Anthony was upside down, trailing behind the sith fighter.

He didn't need to wait for his sensors to give him a lock. He trusted the Force.

His Chainlaser opened up, as Anthony switched it to ion mode. He knew better than to blindly fire, he'd need to take out their shield first. Pure, concentrated fire.