Junction [GA/SO] Unhallowed Front | GA/SO Junction of Yvara & Epica

[Trayze Tesar]

OBJECTIVE I - YAVIN IV - ASSAULT ON THE TEMPLE (PVP/PVE)

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CURRENT MISSION - Hide In Plain Sight
Immediate Goals -
1: Ensure that you and Malum survive
2: Drive off the Jedi from the Temple

BLUFOR - Darth Malum of House Marr , Darth Amarok , Darth Carnifex , Annika Starfire , Ansisa Lina Ovmar Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax Srina Talon Sarlow Zambrano Vestara VII

OPFOR - Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Zark San Tekka Connel Vanagor Thurion Heavenshield Vulpesen Nir Si Gress D'ran Liram Angellus Loomi Danthem Scipios Jalen Kai'el BB-610 Tracyn Ordo

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Darth Malum of House Marr Valery Noble Kahlil Noble

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Moving with undisciplined masses, a figure among the horde lurched forward hunched over. In his mind, a thousand things were going on. Outnumbered, but not outgunned, the Kiffar took in the fact he was in his first true battle. Not some sting operation that the Police Inspectorate would have him do, nor some melee that the Acolytes would spar in the yard, nor even a hapless planet subject to the SIBC Conciliator. Here, Trayze could shake a tree and half-a-dozen Jedi would fall out, to say nothing of the pitched orbital battle that his personal ship was above. But the first thing you learned in Police Academy is to focus on what one can control - though even that wasn't easy.

From what he learned from the intelligence briefing, he and his cousin would of course assault a position that the Grand Karking Mistress of the Jedi Order, plus her beau who just so happened to be of Zambrano stock. Just casually waltz up and deliver a Warrant of Dispersal to two of the most powerful Jedi on the planet, as one does, but Trayze knew the plan.

It also helped that he held a collapsable slugthrower rifle, several droids skulking in the foliage with various grenade launchers, rocket launchers, anything that the Jedi couldn't reflect back like blaster-bolts. For now, he needed to be the distraction, as the undead surged forward with animalistic fury at the two objectives, Trayze took deep breaths to blend in with the horde as tear gas and concussion grenades thunked through the air, aiming at the feet of two of the most dangerous opponents possible.

If surviving this don't get me an apprenticeship, Trayze brooded while subtly slipping on his gas mask; to mirror his aura with the throng of undead. Then nothing will!

 

[Rolin Voss]

OPERATION GUARDIAN AVALANCHE
Celanon

The Alliance Armor digs in and prepares for a long fight...

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Location: Guardian 4 Evac Site
Equipment: Standard GADF Armor l Sidearm l Fancy New Boots l Smackin' Shovel
Tank Column: Three Terenta Class Battletanks
Tank 1: "Locals Only" COMMANDING
Tank 2: "Pre-Release Party"
Tank 3: "Cheap Beer"
En Route to Defend and Extract Civilians ( Makai Dashiell l Myra Arceneau Dashiell )


"LOAD HE, TWO BOUNCES, MAKE 'EM HIT!"

The Gunner nodded, desperately shifting the targeting parameters to have the rounds skip along the ground, right into the infected horde coming at the evac site. The three tanks lined up, in a trident-like formation to give the most coverage at their evac site- designated "Guardian 4".

He pulled the charging handle back, laying waste to more Sith troops and infected as they began to attack the evac site in spurts. Not a large, coordinate attack yet, but it was a matter of time. It came in waves, infected getting wind of fresh meals. He tapped his gunner on the shoulder, pointing to a growing horde.

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BOOM!

BOOM!​

BOOM!

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Again, the tanks fired, massacring many a Sith followers and infected alike, allowing more Alliance troops to dig into Guardian 4. Engineers used explosives and thermal detonators to whisk away at the molecular level the debris and blockage, allowing fast-moving ships to come and extract civilians when they'd arrive. Their machine guns barked and ricocheted off the ground and through the infected, echoing through the mostly desolate streets. The number of Sith attacking Guardian 4 was growing, and it would soon ramp up.

Rolin wiped some blood from his lip, a nearby rocket scratched the space where his helmet didn't cover, and sent debris over his face. Sweat pooled under his armor and in his helmet. The fight was going to get even worse. He knew that for sure.

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[Ohois Qhut'eol]

Lord Blepharon the Complacent ​

Objective II - Celanon

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Location	Celanon City, Celanon
Enemies	Cale Gunderson Aveline Cuiléin Ryana mina
Allies	Placeholder
Equipment	Lightsaber, Sith Amulet, Cloak of Hate,Shield Tailsman, Sith Regenerator. Concentration Tailsman

The command bridge of the Ungrum-Class Mobile Fortress was filled with the faint flickering of the holomap, creating an eerie ambiance as it swiftly descended down the slopes. The Sith Army Scout Corps and the battlefield commanders were diligently mapping and cataloging the surrounding terrain, utilizing the input from the holomap and the limited field reports. Their mission was to eliminate the Galactic Alliance and the Celanon Resistance, who had entrenched themselves in various fortified locations within the Neon City.

Each new landmark discovered was given a designation such as Imperial Post 331, and Supply Depo 12 and their own individual color assigned to signify their importance in terms of campaign objectives, with the governor's mansion being seen as key building to occupy in order to force the planetary resistance to surrender. The Regional Command Staff was anxious as despite the rapid advancement of the undead legions backed up by Sith-Imperial Artillery there was still no sign of the fortifications crumbling as a desperate defensive was launched by the defenders.

The Sith-Imperial Banker soon realized that no matter how many scenarios and outcomes were analyzed, the will of the people proved to be stronger than expected. They found themselves backed into a corner, and it became evident that an ancient strategist's words held true.

This strategist had long ago warned that an enemy pushed into a corner becomes a formidable force, fighting relentlessly until the very end, regardless of the odds. Though this bravery may seem foolish, it has the power to inflict serious damage upon the enemy army, ultimately forcing them to retreat.

The Givin Sith Lord, leading the 5th Sith-Imperial Offensive Division, was determined to make a decisive breakthrough into the heart of the city and support the divisions already stationed there. However, their plans were unexpectedly disrupted by the unexpected arrival of a multitude of shuttles and drop pods from the Galactic Alliance. This unforeseen development threw a major wrench into their carefully crafted offensive strategy.

"My Lord, Enemy Reinforcements have just arrived." The Secondary Commander's voice echoed through the room as the holomap swiftly adjusted to show the latest turn of events. It was clear that sending the reserve forces into the outskirts of the battle would be a grave mistake, as the risk of being outflanked grew increasingly apparent. The Resistance's Hit and Run tactics had already decimated their seasoned regiments, leaving behind lifeless bodies that lacked the ability to strategize or act independently unless under the direct control of a sorcerer or someone of similar skill.

"We won't budge an inch from this spot. We'll firmly establish our base, fortify it with our remaining troops, and brace ourselves for their imminent attack. I have a hunch that the Jedi will dispatch a specialized group to neutralize me and the rest of the leadership right within the confines of this impenetrable Fortress."

A simple command but vital to securing the mission's overarching success.

 

[Quintessa]

Location: Approaching City Spaceport - Celanon
Objective: II - Celanon
Theme: Soulless Existence
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Direct Engagement: Denn Verdan

A teeming mass of rotting undeath swarmed towards the starport and its valiant defenders. The zombies that made up the horde were foul creatures of a corrupted, twisted kind of immortality. In that, Quintessa found them distasteful. However, the tiny Asa’nyx could not deny their utility, nor their resilience. Where normally the bodies of the unsanctified dead would be left to rot or otherwise disposed of in mass graves or crematoriums, zombification represented a far more efficient use of the resource that was flesh. Those lightblind slaves slain in battle could enjoy a kind of redemption in being raised from death and compelled to serve the Eclipsing Mission that they had so fervently resisted in life.

In that regard, Quintessa regarded it as a kind of penitence. Perhaps through exanimate service, the souls of the unclean might be purified.

As the horde swamped the spaceport, Quintessa walked among it, the zombies shambling, sprinting, and lumbering past her as she did. These particular zombies had been compelled towards the spaceport, to soften its defenses.

Quintessa herself had been tasked with capturing it.

Before long, the tiny speedster registered the all too familiar scent of one bathed in the light standing in futile defiance amidst roiling currents of the dark side. A Jedi. On cue, Quintessa drew Passion and Prejudice into her grasp, the weapons remaining inactive as she made her way towards him. In doing so, the speedster extended her senses, seeking to draw a small taste of his makeup so that she might uncover any emotions he might possess.

Regardless of her success or failure in that endeavor, Quintessa came up on the Jedi moments later. He would perceive her, no doubt. Her presence a naked, undisguised darkness, leaving little doubt as to its nature.

The Sith had arrived.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Force Artifacts
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Amulet of Many
    • Jin'Wodasir (2)
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
    • FAE/U-01 “Serenity” Anti-Signal Field System
• Dancer’s Wheels
• Passion and Prejudice

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Celanon | Myra Arceneau Dashiell | Rolin Voss
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Stomach sickening sounds of a living being being eaten alive wasn't something he was soon going to forget. The horde was quickly on the Houk, the screams drawing more attention from the other undead. Yet he wasn't in the clear, there was a large mass of zombies in the streets in front of them, all trying to enter the massive skyscraper he and many others were trying to escape from.

He was going to retreat and try another exit, perhaps something along the side or a basement parking garage. There was no so luck. The crowd behind him was pushing, desperate to escape and use those in front of them as shields if needed.

There wasn't much he could do. First priority was Ellie. Second was everything else. The roar of the undead was almost like a sports crowd in a stadium, a low thrumming roar that just continued. It made communicating with the protocol droids extremely difficult, yelling wasn't ideal as it just brought more attention, but what could one do?

BOOM....BOOM....BOOM
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Another round of artillery didn't help matters.

"Thirty-Seven, El-Three! Follow my lead, I need some coverage."

Makai used the building to protect one side of him. Both protocol droids had been fitted with small electrostaffs in their left arms for emergency situations. The droids were far from combat trained yet could managed a few tricks in a pinch. Against more dim-witted zombies, they could at the very least offer some push back. His main goal was to get out of the cluster of the undead and those trying to escape.

[ Sir, the artillery fire is going to make using the slave circuit next to impossible. ]

Tell me something I don't already know. Makai knew of this obstacle, continuing to push forward. The mass of zombies were thinning, allowing for an easier zig-and-zag between situations. Feet were taking them back towards their hotel, the block of the city they had left that morning.

"El-Three, cycle through the holofeeds around the hotel. Find somewhere relatively safe where I can leave you two and Ellie."

The trade heiress had been unusually still. He could feel the white-knuckle grip on his jacket, using him to brace herself, hold on, or as some type of lifeline. Hand holding her leg tightened, not wanting her to slip.It would be too difficult to make a run for their ship trying to carry her. He was already concerned about one of the undead grabbing her.

[ Holofeeds indicate the hotel is equally overrun Mister Dashiell. Possibility of reaching the Aurora Dawn is suspect. ]

"I asked you to find a place to leave you two and Ellie, not for the odds of getting the Aurora Dawn."

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

"Noble is the more acrobatic fighter, she is skilled in the same skills as I, as the ones I taught you."

Oh perfect, he had already fought some of the Shadows of their Order before, an enjoyable fight certainly, or as enjoyable as such fight for your life can be, but it had certainly been a unique experience almost fighting the... light version of his Tsis'Kaar. That certainly felt like a paradox, for those of the light to be so ready to use the darkness for their own ends, but hypocrisy was the least of their crimes, so he could accept it.

After all, how could the fools of the Light think they had any chance to defeat those of the darkness at their own contest?

He needed to believe that, after all considering he was about to face, his advantages were little, and he needed to use what little he had to win this...

...To survive this.

"Zambrano is less acrobatic and more defensive, he will focus on defending Noble while she presses her advantage."

He strummed his hand against nothing after all his position right now should have been impossible, sitting in stasis within a wall, without somehow being crushed by the force of rock and stone, without suffocating from the lack of air, yet the Force was as wonderful as it was malevolent, and it had given him the position undetected as far as he could tell that would allow him victory if it was at all possible.

The greatest of armies had fallen to well-timed and powerful ambushes.

But still, Kahlil Zambrano, Kahlil Noble , now, if he remembered correctly, one of the few Zambranos who had been able to not only escape the nest but move entirely out of his father's vision. A traitor, though he supposed, they could share that in common now. In any other circumstance, he might have desired to speak with the man, learn of his experience, and be educated by a man who had walked the line of the Sith and still turned to the Jedi, what treasure trove might there be from such a man? He might have even tried to offer him an alliance.

For who knew when the battle with Kaine would come?

Unfortunately, though it would not be the first time he offered cooperation mid-battle, he had a feeling there would be no opportunity today.

"She is zealous in the hunt for Sith, almost too much so."

Excellent, it was apt and ironic that the one that trained the Jedi princess, the one Jedi worth her salt in his opinion, to be the dogmatic kind. He had heard many a tale of the so-called Sword of the Jedi, it was seemingly difficult to exist in this galaxy and not feel the influence of that specific Jedi, he had never met the woman, but had several close calls by what he had found, Onderon, Thule, Moridinae, other planets and names crossed his mind. In fact, it was no doubt a small miracle that he had not met the woman.

For though no matter how curious he was, this might have perhaps been the one moment that his curiosity had been tempered by caution.

For all he had done, for all he had learned, confronting Valery Noble ...

...It scared him.

Confronting her with Kahlil Noble by her side? It terrified him.

Confronting them both while making certain that Trayze Tesar stayed safe and sound?

It frightened him like nothing else.

Why the Emperor, or whoever else had assigned them this mission, he had little idea. Was it a little bit more than a cleverly disguised assassination to have two Scions of the great Darth Marr dead on the battlefield? Was it some sort of test that he was not privy to the instructions for? Was it all somehow coincidence and none of the powers that be had anything to do with this?

He did not know.

All he did not was his objectives. Protect Trayze, overrun this position, and kill his opposition. Hardly a difficult task... hardly...

It was the voice at the back of his mind which gave him confidence at all, the fragment of his Mistress whispered advice and plans in the back of his ear, the one more experienced than him, the one who in this critical juncture rather than being his foe, was his greatest ally, looking only for his survival.

For his victory.

Thus as the last of her words filtered through his mind, as he continued to listen to his foes' idle conversation, as the eve of battle came closer. He knew exactly what he needed to do.

The sound of blasterfire alerted him to the fact that Trayze had finally arrived with the undead.

The sight of grenades landing at the feet of the Jedi before him signalled that the battle for their lives, that the plan that they had formulated, had finally begun.

He finally phased through the wall, making certain still he was unseen by both the naked eye and the unnaked, he after all had but one chance at this. He pulled the Force towards him, commanded it to his will, whirling it about him, converting it to exactly what he needed. The sound of thunder heralded its arrival, gloom, night, and black were its purview, emerging out from him waves and waves of Darkness flowed out as if a mist, as if a smog.

If they fought.

It would be in the Sith's domain.

"Trayze, take care of the Zambrano!" Malum shouted, as his hand fell down into his robes, lifting out a lightsabre, red plasma hissing out greeting, as it kissed the air and darkness surrounding it. Lifting his free hand, he willed all that he had to obey his will, his amulet, his band, the fragment swimming about his mind, all to give him strength.

Lightning coiled around his finger, the white lightning of his Mistress, lightning which had reached its hottest point, as it spiralled out of his hand, with the speed of a bullet towards its target. Valery Noble was the aggressive fighter, so his only chance would be if he placed her on the defensive, if in the first strike, could lop her head off, in an initial charge with all his speed and power, and end this before it began.

Yet he knew things would never be that simple.

They never were.

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Foes: Lord Blepharon
Friends: Aveline Cuiléin

There were some darknesses that Cale was more eager to face than others. The tide of the undead was not one of them. Free from Tython and the allegedly accidental misplacement of his stimstick shipments, the Jedi Master walked the walls with a stim trapped between his lips, a soft orange glow cast over his features. He took a long drag, steadied himself, and exhaled a puff of wispy smoke. Darkness threatened to swallow Celaphon, and as ever it was up to the Jedi to be sure it choked in the attempt. He remembered the Harvest when he’d been a boy of fifteen stuck in the mired swamps of Dagobah, fighting back-to-back with a brother he knew only as an enemy against the shambling horde of the undying. He had been afraid then, but not now.

Cale’s garb was less than traditional, utilitarian pants and boots meant for Alliance Marines, a flight jacket with a sleeve tied off, a pair of armored gauntlets and a breastplate meant for Infantrymen rather than Jedi. It wasn’t conventional, nor was the bandolier of grenades he wore, the blaster at his side, or his placement of his saber hilt in the small of his back. Not that the concept of a one-armed Jedi was conventional in the first place, he just played into it.

“Distance is going to be key,” Cale said aloud, though to no one in particular. “Don’t rush in. Else they’ll drown you in corpses.”

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

The Sith appeared to back down, but only for a moment - with monstrous strength befitting of his stature, he tore the door beside him from its hinges and hurled it at the Jedi.

Cora dashed to the side, narrowly missing the projectile. It crashed against a far wall with the unpleasant metallic wheeze of crumpled durasteel.

"Typical Sith," she spat. "Always twisting words."

The Nalroni representatives, startled but having regained some sense, recognized that they were in a dangerous position. They clustered to the furthest corner of the room, glancing towards the only exit now blocked by two lightsaber-wielding strangers.

"You create a problem just to play the hero," she tsked, well aware that the Sith knew exactly what they were doing and likely didn't care about her view. "That's a red flag."

The table groaned beneath the Sith's weight, and Cora soon found that he was fast as he was strong - the club came lashing down all around her with such ferocity that a direct hit would've caved her skull or crushed her ribs.

The Jedi moved nimbly, weaving her way back from the saber club with a grimace. Her attention drew to one of the table legs, shuddering to support the massive Sith. On the next downward stroke that carried his weight, she extended a hand, giving the wobbly leg a telekinetic nudge. It gave way, tipping the table - and possibly her opponent - further forward.

Cora pounced, leaping upward to bring the burning blue blade of her lightsaber down upon the Sith in a heavy swing.

Xeykard

 

[Valery Noble]

Yavin IV

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers
Tag: Kahlil Noble Darth Malum of House Marr Trayze Tesar

"Eventually," Valery repeated with a smirk. She wasn't so sure if they could hold this position until every last undead had been cut down. Not without sacrificing every soldier that relied on them to get through this battle, anyway. It was a sacrifice perhaps not worth making, as long as they had positions to fall back to. Places where the Jedi and GADF could regroup, and gradually thin the enemy's numbers until nothing remained.

Looking down, Valery smiled as Kahlil finished up drawing his defensive runes. She never quite understood them herself, so she could only imagine how their enemy would feel once Kahlil tapped into them.

"Mhmm~" Valery agreed after leaning into the kiss. "I'm glad to have you with me, love. Now, let's take them down." She could feel the horde of undead approaching from beyond the tree line. Her fiery gaze shifted towards it, and her hand withdrew one of her two lightsabers from her belt. A violet blade ignited into existence, and as the first row of the unhallowed appeared, she steeled her mind and rolled her shoulders.

Only the sudden hiss of canisters coming their way pulled Valery's gaze up, and it didn't take long for her to understand what was fired at them. "Gas," Valery commented, and without second thought, she turned into the Force to sustain herself. It would keep the gas from affecting her body, but it was still quite an annoyance.

The soldiers around them immediately opened fire from their positions to gun down the undead, but Valery wasn't focused on that at all. Tension lingered in the Force in a way far too familiar to the former Jedi Shadow. She closed her eyes, drew on the Force, and spun around with a raised hand, as lightning arced towards her. With gritted teeth, she absorbed the stream into the palm of her hand. The lightning, whilst flowing into her body without its lethal current, felt particularly hot to the skin. It sent shivers of pain down her arm, but Valery persisted, and pushed herself through.

<They want to split is up,> Valery communicated telepathically to Kahlil.

Foolish, she thought — perhaps they knew not of their Dyad.

"Finally, we meet," Valery then added, this time directed at Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Gas.

It made sense, of course. The undead weren't affected by poisons or gasses. They were open fodder, even. He wouldn't be too surprised if the enemy shot explosives or outright bombed the battlefield with them. It would be the smartest thing to do, and he was certain they would try it soon enough. That was why he was here. There was only a brief disorientation for him as the grenades had gone off.

Not from the gas, of course. But the concussive blasts had his ears ringing. It was good he'd set up the runes he did. As the undead charged forward, they erupted. Light, it's purest form, wafted out to brighten the gloom that had unnaturally started to form. The undead close to the runes turned right to ash, fading from view as Kahlil refound his center and calmly took out his lightsaber.

He still couldn't hear, but the Force was ever his ally. Especially here. He could feel it. The Force had draped over him like a warm blanket, comforting and safe. Not just for him. In that instant the light burned through the bodies of the undead, the souls that had been trapped could be seen. Only for the briefest moment before they, too, faded.

Returned to the Wellspring of Life, as all life should be.

<Let them, for now.>

He turned his gaze towards the one that did not turn to ash. The runes couldn't hurt the living, light or dark. All he heard was the sharp ringing in his ears from the grenade. But that didn't stop him from pulling the blaster on his hip and firing immediately as the Force guided him.

Trayze Tesar | Valery Noble | Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Spoiler: Equipment

Outfit: Training Clothes, Dark Valkyrie Armor*, Blood infused Liquid Laminanium Bracelets
Weapons: Svikin Hjörtu, Ancient Lightsaber, Old Owners Lightsaber, Fathers Lightsaber, Trandoshan Jedi's Lightsaber, Bag of long fused Thermal Detonators

Tags -
Allies: Darth Carnifex | Sarlow Zambrano | Lina Ovmar
Local: Thurion Heavenshield | Vulpesen | Zark San Tekka |
Engaging: Tracyn Ordo

They Hit Without Warning - Epic Score (Edward Bradshaw)

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She watched as the two blades she manipulated through the force knocked away with a swifed movement from her opponent. Already the Blackened Valkyrie began to call them back realizing there would not be enough time. Both her Fathers and Old owners saber flew up in the path the the jedi's falling avalanche. The giant's foot kicked into the ground, her wings flapping once sending her back further than an average jump, but it was out of the way of a powerful swing.

Of course Teresa knew her forms, even learned and practiced tirelessly day in day out. So she could not help but give a modicum of respect for technique. The purple and green blade returned to her side, her hands reaching out and deactivating them quickly even clipped them fast to the belt. "Sometimes, not always. Depends on my mood today its good. Your's however..." The next two sabers finally joined her as she did the same as the previous two. "My you feel very angry."

It was not just the feelings she could feel, but the swerling prickling sensation that ran along her spine. It was what like the opposite feeling her Master gave. Teresa looked with a gaze that showed it was mear fun. With a wicked smile she gestured with her hands lifting two somewhat handfuls of the undead behind and threw them forwards.

Leaping up into them each of the undead suddenly looked like Teresa. Both hands rested on the sheathed Svikin Hjörtu pair, the ones crafted by her design. That feeling of what happened on tython still ever present lingerd strongly on the crystal.

The image of the undead doppelgängers unfurled their wings blocking view of the real. It had been a while she had such opportune moments to use such ability. Perhaps the Jedi would see it, perhaps not, the clue to determining the real one. Perhaps he had his own way. Though Teresa wanted to see how the Jedi would deal with the very same attack back with her own twist as she struck down from above.

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[Annika Starfire]

Location: Yavin IV
Objective: Lead assault on temple
Tags: Nir Si
Gear: in bio

Wearing: this but with her hat

It was five minutes later and out of the ink black, Annika reappeared, clutching her lightsaber in one and and the other hand wreathed in purple flame with a mix if anger and confusion. She looked around and many of her soldiers were now re-dead with many of them smoking from the force power that Nir was using on them. On the plus side, fire still raged in the temple and the swirling darkness in the air helped renourish the injured Zeltron. She picked up speed and reignited her purple blade. Ahead she saw a cluster of undead that appeared to be trying to surround the fast moving Jedi. Hopefully they were tiring him out. She would try and better predict his actions now, having observed those tricks he was pulling. She probably should retreat at this point but both her own pride and the fear of offending what ever was in the other place, pushed her forward.

As she ran in, she lept over the heads of the undead and landed on the ground again behind Nir, there was blood on her face, and tears in her clothing, exposing light pink flesh which in places too was burned. "What's your name Cathar?" she asked as she approached, hoping to get a first strike as he dealt with the ever dwindling number of undead warriors. Nir would likely feel the darkness overflowing from her at this point.

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[Denn Verdan]

OBJECTIVE 2
DEFENDING THE CITY STARPORT​

Denn could not help but feel a deep swell of pity for the corrupted souls he was cutting down. He was not alone in the onslaught, of course. Two-dozen elite units from planetary security were unloading torrents of blaster fire all around him. Most of the bolts merely delayed the wretched zombies, but some struck heads, cooking the brains within to a useless sizzle of gray matter that could no longer direct the unnaturally animated bodies. Between the security forces and Denn's flashing blade, the street was littered with corpses.

But they kept coming...

... and they were not alone.

A deeper darkness soon became apparent in the vicinity. Denn looked past the closest zombies and locked eyes with the form of a lavender-haired, blue-eyed alien woman who was shrouded in both earthly beauty and the unearthly taint of the Dark Side.

"Focus fire on the zombies," Denn called out to the security forces assisting him, "do not antagonize the Sith. I will handle her."

Then he closed his eyes, making calculated nudges with the force, turning ankles and making well-timed pushes to knock the zombies away as they shuffled into positions that placed them off-balance. The effect was much more pronounced than the actual force he applied. Undead fell to the left and the right, clearing a space between him and the Sith woman.

Denn opened his eyes again. A calm flowed from him that seemed unnatural given the situation.

"I am Denn Verdan, Jedi Knight, and I am pledged to defend the Starport here.

There is no need for us to fight.

A good tactician leaves their embattled enemy an avenue of retreat, so that a victory can be claimed with minimal risk and delay.

Allow me to hold this point, and soon your enemies will flee here to avoid your onslaught. They will lift off, ceding the world to you.

Your victory need not cost excessive lives."

It must have sounded almost like a surrender, or admission of defeat.

But Denn didn't care for pride or ego. He would make any overture that might prevent unnecessary losses, here.

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DENN'S INVENTORY

Denn's Green Bladed Lightsaber
Denn's Songsteel tunic
Denn's Bioship 'Sparky'


Quintessa

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Ah, so the Wellspring hath changed you as well. It's mark is stamped upon all who bore witness to the Great Reuniting."

Carnifex, Thurion, Kahlil, Valery. They had all been there that day, fought beneath the same star-bled sky where the primordial forces of Light and Dark blended together in an otherworldly tapestry. They had all emerged fundamentally altered, not one of them had been spared the Wellspring's power. He could see it etched into the lines in Thurion's face, a gleam in the eye; an indicator of something beyond. Thurion would no doubt see it within Him as well, for their battle had been the most grievous of all.

The Golden Lion struck first, the white imperator moving to cut down the black. But the Dark Lord stood His ground, meeting the Lion's meteor charge with fury and vigor of His own. Their clash radiated out like a bomb, the ground depressed beneath their feet as the two held one another in check. The Lion's shield was pressed against the scepter, power flaking off from the mere physical confrontation between the two. Lightning and fire, blood red and resplendent white each, danced like mischievous imps amidst the dust-choked air.

"Lo, your strength is just as I recall. But, you will find that much has changed since the Wellspring, Heavenshield. For it is not the Light that reigns supreme, but the utmost Dark!" The Dark Lord pushed against the shield with tremendous force, the Tyrant's body becoming wreathed in bright violet flame. Those eyes, which oft shone with the intense radiance of molten hate, now blazed purple as a power otherworldly rushed forth from hidden reservoirs. "Let Shadow submerge you in the darkest abyss."

Arms, spindly and near-skeletal, arose from the darkness of the Tyrant. Dozens of them, cloying and grasping at the Golden Lion, seeking purchase to pull him down into an abyss from which the Light brilliance could not pierce.

Thurion Heavenshield | Vulpesen | Zark San Tekka
Sarlow Zambrano | Lina Ovmar ​

 

[Trayze Tesar]

OBJECTIVE I - YAVIN IV (PVP/PVE)

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CURRENT MISSION - Once Unto the Breach...
Immediate Goals -
1: Ensure that you and Malum survive
2: Drive off the Jedi from the Temple
2.1: Ensure you are the biggest pain in the ass for Kahlil Noble

BLUFOR - Darth Malum of House Marr , Darth Amarok , Darth Carnifex , Annika Starfire , Ansisa Lina Ovmar Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax Srina Talon Sarlow Zambrano Vestara VII

OPFOR - Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Zark San Tekka Connel Vanagor Thurion Heavenshield Vulpesen Nir Si Gress D'ran Liram Angellus Loomi Danthem Scipios Jalen Kai'el BB-610 Tracyn Ordo

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Darth Malum of House Marr Valery Noble Kahlil Noble

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Trayze hated zombies.; undeath, as an existential concept, offended and perturbed him greatly. While he was grateful for the canon fodder, them searing in screaming light, he grimaced under Malum blurted out the very plan that they had conspired to survive this Bogan-blasted suicide mission.

Now it wasn't just the blasterfire of the average Alliance soldier volleying off on his droids, but Kahlil showed that Trayze wasn't the only gun toting Force user. Double-timing it, and barely passing under the searing heat of the blaster bolt and barking orders back at his contingent of droids to shift their priority.

"Focus fire on th'-" The Kiffar paused to hiss under another blaster bolt, exchanging a slug-round back at Kahlil in arguably the most difficult firefight he's been in years - he needed to trust in the contingent his benefactor, Darth Xyrah , had entrusted in him,. He needed to trust in Malum, to keep Granny Deadest and his own monologuing in check. He needed to trust in the last round in the slug rifle, in his throwing arm, and in the fact that despite the fact the Jedi would no doubt see this trick coming a mile a way, that he would be able to outsmart the Knights of the Alliance.

"The Flash Runes!" He finished, releasing the weapon through the air, aiming the least aerodynamic javelin one could throw at the skull of his current opponent. "Shoot them!"

Now a fourth lightsaber joined the melee, the Kiffar Acolyte's. Both he and his current opponent relied upon a more defensive style, and Trayze knew that he couldn't crack that defense. But he could push it, and him, away from his current beau.

 

[Tracyn Ordo]

You have to fight.
Yavin IV
Fighting: Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

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Without weight to press against the Sabers, his falling avalanche swatted the telekinetically held lightsabers- but by the time his blade arced down, she had already moved. She was crafty, smart. She was a cerebral opponent, unlike most Sith. He backed up, skidding his armored feet on the ground, rolling his lightsaber as he prepared to make his next move. The green blade arced in a wave, as he watched with his predatory gaze towards the Sith.

The Sith's image gave way to more of her, as she turned the undead into more of her. He lost track of her for a moment, wings unfurling- her wings, many of them. One turned into many, more than he wanted to count.

Illusions. Trickery.

Something he didn't like to deal with.

But at the moment, had to.

She was in the air, leaping. Light gapped between all of them, a mirror image. He blinked, closing his eyes for just a while longer. And cold blue eyes opened again, narrowed. The light between the wings was all the same- all wrong. Green and the background of the sky. A branch. A twig. Leaves. He turned his head, spotting the real one that matched the real background. He didn't have enough time to counter-attack or parry. Stepping on his outstretched foot, he felt the blade skim along the edge of his Beskar-plated arm.

Super Commando armor had a unique pattern, and was probably recognized by her if she ever fought a Mandalorian. Curiously, his chest was unarmored. A gift to a long-time foe that had since redeemed himself. He stepped into the clearing, the carbon scoring on his armor still smoking. He held the lightsaber in a backhanded style, changing forms once again.

He held up his vambrace, dragging the green blade, creating sparks. He was giving her a hint, at least. Maybe in the spirit of an honorable duel, maybe in the spirit of showing off. Tracyn was hard to read sometimes. He turned into a rather unorthodox stance- for a Jedi at least. One hand stretched downward and bent at the elbow, with the blade tip towards the opponent. His other hand was just behind the blade- as if to be able to provide pressure onto it.

He advanced on her in the Mandalorian stance, then broke into a sprint- a very, very fast sprint.

He channeled the force into his legs and propelled himself forward- and turned his wrist and went to slash upwards vertically, hopefully through her defense and push her into a position lacking momentum.

Again, he didn't reply or say anything.

 

[Sarlow Zambrano]

Lina's voice cut through the chaotic scene that unfolded around him, speeders raced toward them bent on suicide. The Wolf Prince rolled out of the path of a barreling speeder whilst Lina's dark tendrils had woven a lattice meant to slow them down. Lightsaber in hand, the Son of Kaine made his way toward a Jedi. The crimson blade hummed to life and the Panathan said nothing to the man who would have mowed him down. It was quite the bold move and perhaps had Lina not caught them, they might have succeeded. Sarlow's own dark aura drank the Force, pulling it toward him as he used it to enhance his own physical prowess. Rather than wait for his opponent to recover from his intended suicide run, Sarlow raised his crimson blade and brought it down, in a telltale sign of Djem So.

Engaging: Zark San Tekka
Allies: Darth Carnifex | Lina Ovmar
Opponents: Vulpesen | Thurion Heavenshield ​

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Interesting, Malum noted seeing through the darkness into the flashes of light as the first line of the undead fell both to blasterbolts... but too, light. Light emerging from the very same positions in which Kahlil Noble had laid his runes, so that was what they were, fascinating.

Unfortunately, Malum had little time to marvel at the complexities of the craft, as they actively made the initial attack on the temple waver. He breathed out a warm breath, breathing in a cooler one, focusing intently, Trayze was smart, he could take that static defence out, but it would not be amiss to aid him.

And he did still remember the priority of his objectives.

The Darkness flowed out of him in higher frequency, as if the waves at sea were pulling back for larger, and greater strikes on the sandbank, they spread further, almost as if snakes seeking out life, not to snuff out, not to harm in any physical way, but to harm in the way that Darkness always did. The mist and smog, spread further and further out, to those who needed breath, its presence almost suffocating, all the while it pooled around the runes settled earlier. The runes fought back, light keeping the horde at bay, all the while resisting the effort of the darkness to drown it. All the while in other sectors, it encapsulated those who fired blindly into the horde ahead, and then... it twisted.

The sound of thunder continued to boom about them as if lightning was striking the top of the temple, all the while the darkness picked up the small emotions in the air, the fears, the disgust, the horror, and it used it as its weapon.

Horror, pain, and bewilderment broke through their ranks, as ghostly whispers began to break through their ear to the directory of their mind, hopelessness, and bleakness running roughshod over them all. For after all, even with two Jedi? Two Jedi they could barely see, protect them from the unending horde ahead of them, against the darkness that had sprung about around them?

Malum knew as quickly as the darkness overtook the Jedi from his sight, as soon as the lightning had struck its intended target, that she was not dead. He would be a fool if he thought that the Sword of the Jedi could fall to such a strike in the opening bout of the battle, and after all, even if he had somehow incapacitated her, her husband would still live to be a threat far from weak.

Yet he remembered the priority of his objective.

To overrun this position, to break the Alliance lines, and break the entire front.

Trayze Tesar would be the most safe, as soon as the fighting ended.

Which meant causing them to break, causing them to flee, the Jedi would follow suit, or they would die.

Unfortunately, he could not focus on that plan entirely, even with himself blinded in the darkened mist, he knew Valery Noble was still active, and if she was allowed to counterattack, all would be over. Red eyes closed from the world, the black invisible tendrils of Consume Essence shooting out of him as they opened, searching for their target in his sight's blindness.

He need not have bothered.

"Finally, we meet,"

His neck snapped in the direction of the voice, not far from where his lightning had struck, the tendrils confirming her position moments later.

So she had either dodged it to the smallest degree or had absorbed it with Tutatminis or some other similar skill.

He could not discount either possibility.

"I had not realised you knew of me," Malum smirked a smirk that he only half-felt, raising a hand, "I would bow to show my respects, but that will be best for after your demise, no?" He felt the ring in his hand begin to warm, a telltale sign of what was about to come next.

It was almost as if his hand was a blaster, resisting the recoil as he felt a burst of flames shoot out of his fingers, orange fire rapidly heating up to blue, as it shot forth towards his target, gliding through the darkness as if it was not even there, yet for a moment, illuminating all that had been once hidden.

It was moment enough to reveal the seemingly levitating red lightsabre, shooting forth after the fire, aiming to slash right through Valery Noble .

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Thurion Heavenshield Vulpesen
Darth Carnifex Sarlow Zambrano Lina Ovmar

Howling repulsorengines pushed beyond their limits roared in the Jedi's ears. Tendrils of dark energy rose up too fast for most lance troopers to react. Master Zark weaved side to side with uncanny reflexes while on both flanks marine pilots tumbled out of control or were consumed by conflagration. Trusting instincts to guide him, Zark leapt from his bike seconds before a tendril erupted in its path. Only two speeders survived the gauntlet, forced off course and bleeding speed so they could safely turn and regroup.

Before the old crusader could activate his comlink to give new orders, Carnifex's equerry lunged forward. San Tekka brought his crossguard blade up in a reverse grip, angled low so the Sith's attack would slide down and displace some of its force. Inhuman strength nearly pressed him to one knee.

"Whatever your master has told you," the Jedi said through gritted teeth, "It's a lie. Do not throw your life away for this madness."

Zark closed his eyes and time slowed down. He became conscious of every breath, feeling a light somewhere deep within radiate indescribable energies. Strength beyond his years surged through weary old bones. Strength enough to force their saber lock to one side and twirl around delivering an impaling thrust low towards the Sith's stomach aimed to cleanly disembowel.

 

[Sarlow Zambrano]

The Panathan replied sternly, "he is not my master."

Sarlow felt the incoming thrust from Zark San Tekka, his adversary's blade aimed low, a strike meant to disembowel. As the attack approached, Sarlow relied on his mastery of the Force and his combat skills to counter the assault. Feeling the weight of the attack, Sarlow initiated a controlled retreat, allowing the blades to slide against each other. His well-practiced Djem So technique came into play as he smoothly shifted his body weight, turning the momentum of the clash. Using the Force to amplify his agility, he evaded the impaling thrust aimed at his stomach.

"He is my father," he continued, adding with a bit of a chuckle, "madness?"

The Wolf Prince countered with a calculated strike of his own, bringing his lightsaber back into a defensive position while simultaneously using the Force to unleash a telekinetic push. A disgruntled sound from Sarlow, he detested having to rely on the Force as a method of defense.

Son of Kaine's sentiments went on, "no, this is not madness,"

The push was basic, enough to give him space. The invisible wave of energy aimed to disrupt Zark San Tekka's balance, creating an opening for Sarlow to launch a fierce counterattack. The dark side pulsed around him as he sought to exploit any vulnerability in his opponent's defense.

"This is the power of the dark side," he concluded as his lips curled upward into a sadistic grin.

Engaging: Zark San Tekka
Opponents: Thurion Heavenshield | Vulpesen
Allies: Darth Carnifex | Lina Ovmar ​