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

[Connel Vanagor]

An eye for an eye only ends with the whole world blind.​

Spoiler: PERSONAL EFFECTS

Jedi Defender Light Corvette
"Crotch Rocket" Speederbike
Headset Microphone Comm-link
Vambraces
Custom Robes/Armor
Long handle Lightsaber "Alpha"
Short saber "Omega"
Astromech Droid "D1-N3"

[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

SECTOR: Yavin IV Obj I
MISSION: Defend Defend Defend
TAGS - ALLIES: Thirdas Heavenshield | Vulpesen | Nir Si | @Gress D’ran
TAGS - FOES: Darth Amarok​

Objective I - Yavin IV
(PvE/PvP)[/B][/I]​

Amarok’s masking of his aura did indeed work, but once had done so, the sudden loss of senses was a clear notion to Connel that he was being stalked. That and it was a lucky guess…

Not that I’ll admit that.

A Sith wanting an introduction? Didn’t see that coming. The question is why? No doubt he knew Connel by way of his father Caltin, but was this some kind of play? Something via the elder’s reputation? Or something else? There was a lot of hate in him, through the darkness he emanated in his appearance, his mannerisms, and how tightly he was grasping those lightsabers.

Connel grasped his own, and did not deactivate them, but “Alpha” and “Omega” were down to either side of him.

Connel Vanagor. Jedi Knight. Then it hit him… something that made all of this make sense.

 

[Valery Noble]

Yavin IV

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

<For now.>

Each on their own, the Nobles were forces to be reckoned with, but together, Valery felt they were truly unstoppable. Their Dyad was a strength that many foes were aware of at this point, and their plans always revolved around separating the two. Hoping it would gain them an advantage in battle. But no matter how hard they tried, it was ultimately going to fail.

The Nobles were one.

But, for now, Valery would play along and focus on the more powerful of the two Sith that had appeared. She wasn't worried about Kahlil handling the other — she felt his presence and concluded he was likely here under the Sith Lord leading this side of the attack. An apprentice, perhaps, or a newer Sith Knight. He relied on trickery and tried to maintain his distance, but if Kahlil remained focused, he'd have it handled.

The strike of lightning ceased, and Valery's hand dropped down by her side, skin slightly burned and with smoke rising from her palm. The uncomfortable sting did not phase her, however, as she turned into the Force's guidance to suppress it. Fiery eyes instead pierced through the darkness, until she saw him.

"One must always familiarize themselves with their enemies, no?" Valery asked rhetorically, while she stared him down. All around him, she felt tension rising in the Force, sending tremors out to her like an invisible flame. His hand came up, and an inferno was released to the Jedi Master. Long before she was made the Sword, Valery had once been called the Flame of the Jedi by Lord Carnifex — the reason for it clear as the stars at night, as the intense flames wrapped around her. The Jedi Master disappeared from sight, seemingly consumed by chaotic heat, but stood within a pocket of air with glowing eyes, as she manipulated the flames herself.

A crimson blade came for her, and right as it was meant to pierce through the fire, Valery appeared, the flames parting to each side of her body. She jumped over the blade and launched herself at Darth Malum of House Marr with explosive force. She was expecting him to have a 2nd blade, or be able to recall his own with surprising speed. So, a split-second before her blade swept in towards him, Valery tapped into the Force.

Rather than any form of contact, the former Jedi Shadow phased through her opponent, resulting in her re-appearing right behind him. She spun and muscles flexed and screamed as she drew power from her core and legs. Her lightsaber swept across his back with lethal intent, aiming to finish the fight with one swift and hopefully unexpected move.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

An unstoppable force smashed into an immovable object, sending destructive shockwaves as these titans of war matched their power and skill against one another in deadly combat, as had been done innumerable times before. Never had their bouts resulted in a clear victor for either side, for they seemed eternally destined to be equalled in all but morals and character. Many times had Thurion attempted to reach the man behind the dark god Kaine portrayed himself as, lamenting that someone as formidable as he would not devote his power and resources towards nobler goals.

But it had all proven fruitless; Kaine Zambrano was long gone. Carnifex was all that remained. There was nothing left to salvage, and though he did not know him before the fall, Thurion mourned the lost potential for good a redeemed Kaine might've achieved, just as he'd mourned the loss of Panatha in the Dark Lord's stead. Witnessing the corruption and depravities of House Zambrano over the decades reinforced the notion of them being two sides of the same coin, for what atrocities would his own house set loose upon the galaxy were their roles reversed?

As Thurion was about to follow up the initial clash with a swing of his sword, Carnifex was able to push him back before becoming wreathed in dark, twisted flame as he unleashed a torrent of tendrils in the shape of skeletal arms towards him. The Lion used his sword to cut down the initial wave, the sunlight housed within Anarion dispelling the Sith sorcery with ease, yet the sheer volume of arms clawing and pulling at him inevitably overtook him. He felt his legs being held in place and pulled down into the vast abyss that had poured out of his adversary, and even as he struggled and severed countless arms by the second, more and more would instantly take their place.

He fixed his eyes at Darth Carnifex one last time, staring him down even as he was dragged into the abyss. As he was submersed and the material realm faded from view, he closed his eyes. For a moment, it might seem to the Dark Lord that he'd at long last vanquished his counterpart, as Thurion Heavenshield was no more.

Then, the realms shook and shuddered as a bright light tore the black abyss apart, burning away the Sith corruption Kaine had unleashed. From that bright light ascended Heavenshield once more, the golden light engulfing him like a pair of aetherial wings.

"Hearken to me, villain, and despair! For I am the Son of Sunlight, the Defier of the Dark, and the Healer of Woes! My light cannot be smothered and my will cannot be broken! I am retribution, punishment, and righteous vengeance for thine countless victims, and their longing for justice burns brightly this day!"

So empowered was he by the Light of the Force that his aspect levitated off the ground, and as he held out his sword white projectiles shot towards the Dark Lord, exploding on impact and consecrating the immediate surroundings with golden runes capable of incinerating those touched by darkness.

Allies: Zark San Tekka Vulpesen
Enemies: Sarlow Zambrano Lina Ovmar ​

 

[Jonyna Si]

a streak of shadow was certainly something her familiar could see as he brought down his twin sickled blades for the Cathar's spine.

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Twin sickles came into Jonyna's back, only to find thick wooden plates that seemed to blunt the impact. The sith could feel Jonyna yelp in pain as they pierced her back, but it wasn't the killing blow they would have hoped for. Jonyna was just about to spin around and retaliate, before-

Just then, the shadow, whatever it was, was tackled by a tiger, ethereal, and leaving nothing to chance. A mother watched her daughter's back, even in spirit. Attempting to grapple the assailant off of Jonyna, the ghost of Shadow's past growled with killer intent.

Tag: Vazz

 

[Nir Si]

Engaging: Annika Starfire
Objective: Fight the Sorceress? Again?!​

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.

"Why would I tell you that?" Nir quipped, sounding only slightly confused. Why would he? She was the enemy. He spun around, his lightsaber now back in one hand, his sword in another. Admittedly, this was getting him a bit winded. And now she was back, and seemingly stronger than before. As he spun, his saber effortlessly slashed through the horde, Nir more than happy to throw it into the crowd of zombies and then summon it back. As soon as she approached once more though, he took a Form I stance with his saber held in front of him, his attention split between the horde, and his opponent. Thankfully, the sword still had the effect of keeping the zombies at a wide gait, none of them wanting to get too close to the shining beacon of the Light.

 

[Gress D'ran]

Objective: Salvage the Operation
Tag: Liram Angellus Vulpesen​

[Hellstomper Command, this is Voodoo 1! Ethereal Marines are closing in to fortify your position, close up ranks. It’s about to rain cannon fire.]

"This is Trident Actual to Hellstomper! Keep up the fire works! We'll keep giving them hell on our end!"

This was going sideways really quick. Gress wasn't one to keep things simple.

"Copy Voodoo! Trident, dig in and hold position with Ethereal. Voodoo, do me a favor and focus your bombardment between us and the pinned men. Ethereal, we're gonna crater the ground between you and me, then my walkers are gonna try and push in and pull you out. Maybe we can extend the trench line between us."

The enemy armor seemed to falter as the triple bombardment between heavy laser fire, air cover, and now orbital bombardment held their advance. But the horde never stopped, and neither did the Hellstomper mortars. Gress knew that if worse came to worse, he could have his Cerberus walk out of the fortified position and reach the friendlies, but that was a risky manuvaur, and not one he wanted to take lightly.

For now though-

"Sir! We've got another set of Barrage type tanks coming in! 6 O Clock!"

Chit. Another wave.

"Adjust Griffin and hit 'em with an Ion Blast! Have thunderheads 7 and 8 focus fire, and unload as many missiles as they need. Tell the Cougars they're free to fire the new rockets!"

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Droids?

Xyrah.

He hadn't thought much on them at first. Troopers perhaps, but they weren't wearing masks now. He gritted his teeth as he lifted his blade to swipe through a shot sent his way. Only to feel a burning line across his arm. Slugthrowers, too, then? The pain was there, but a Zambrano long learned how to ignore pain to keep pushing forward. His lightsaber deactivated for a quick moment before bursting to life again, this time silent.

Entropite.

The droids were a problem. He glanced to one before raising his blaster to one such droid. And blew it's head right off it's shoulders. Aware of the slugs now being shot at him he no longer tried to deflect them, instead weaving through the shots in an almost passive way. Soresu's core was to be the eye of the storm, to whether it through defense.

But he'd adapted that further with the incorporation of his blaster. He wasn't just defending. One by one he fired as he felt his runes snuff out in their connection. They didn't go out with a bang, but just a whisper as the sequences were disrupted. All it took was the lines to be altered for them to be rendered inert. Bullets were very effective at altering things.

His return fire didn't last long though. A couple more droids went down before he turned his attention back towards the Sith that had been leading the shootout against him. The Force swelled as the rifle thrown suddenly hit the ground and flattened before him. An acolyte. It suddenly made more sense why they were just trying to shoot him.

"You should run, Acolyte."

Valery Noble | Darth Malum of House Marr | Trayze Tesar

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

She was fast, expected, known, but certainly annoying to have confirmed.

He knew as soon as her form disappeared into the inferno that the flames had been ineffective, the invisible tendrils were designed to detect emotion, and though one certainly was expected to keep their emotions settled in the midst of battle, no amount of discipline or grit could keep the emotional horror of being on fire at bay.

Yet the flames were as much about burning her, as they were about shielding him from sight.

For even undetectable from the naked eye.

For even undetectable from the unnaked eye.

For even covered in darkness where no light could parse.

He did not doubt that the woman before him could still see him.

Of course, the fact he was swinging about a crimson blade of red hot plasma, certainly played a role in that expectation.

Yet as he charged still, his target clear in his mind, he knew as he finished the arch of his swing where seconds ago he knew for a fact the Sword of the Jedi once was, that he had missed. He had not been parried, he had not been blocked, as her title would have suggested would have been her action, she had dodged.

It was a speed that rivalled his mistress, a speed that rivalled Mia Monroe .

And it was an evasion that was so bold that it caught his breath in his lungs.

Who would ever think of dodging oneself toward one's enemy?

Through the flames, she shot towards him with ballistic speeds, his momentum already pressed forward there was no way for himself to move out of the way, instead with all the time of a blink, he shifted his blade, a slash shifting towards a stab, as if he could not have first blood, he would make certain they would both bleed.

Yet even then, he was caught off-guard, as the strike he expected, one of pain and aguish only rewarded with the lesser prize of harming her never came. Indeed, time seemed to slow as their blades missed each other entirely, and the strikes towards each person missed too, he did not have the time to blink, but such would be enough to show the confusion.

They were on a collision course now, both forms pushing at rapid speeds, it would be painful, it would be embarrassing, but it would be no missing limb.

And to his shock, not even that came.

The moment their bodies should have slammed into each other, one which would have forced them back did not come.

She...

She... phased right through him.

"I warned you."

And such warning saved him, confusion gave way to grim determination, realisation of what exactly happened, understanding and immediate reaction.

He shifted himself, skidding to a stop, as hot air released through his nostrils, he pushed his muscles and bones to the brink, shifting round to face where his enemy stood, and plasma both red and blue finally met each other, slamming into each other as an immense hiss broke out across the darkened plain. They were inches apart, caught in a deadly embrace, blades locked together as red eyes could make out the... orange, of a Jedi.

That was certainly something to look into.

He smirked a smirk that did not meet his eyes, "Indeed, though I wonder if your mind is not full, after all, you have so many enemies," The momentum could not stop, he still had the initiative, he had caught her counterattack for now, but if he was forced onto the defensive it would all be over.

He breathed in cool air, willing the Force to materialise around them, spears of darkness hidden by the blackness that surrounded them, he had learned from his battle with Jonyna Si , to leave no avenue of escape. Like a porcupine's thorns, ready to stab and cut from any direction, the spears of midnight formed in chaotic circles around their own axis, almost seeming to summon forth the darkness around them, as they were created in unholy bound.

His muscles held against her blade still, if he could pin her in place here...

His smirk widened, "You certainly fight better than your former padawan, that much I can confirm with certainty," How could such a dogmatic creature educate the most amenable Jedi he had ever met, he would never know.

The Darkshears loosed.

Valery Noble

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Thurion Heavenshield Vulpesen
Darth Carnifex Sarlow Zambrano Lina Ovmar

Master Zark thrust with all his strength but the old Jedi wasn't as fast as he used to be. Their blades shed sparks and the casual revelation surprised him. Before he could brace himself an invisible shockwave struck. Feet tumbled back several desperate steps before sinking to one knee for balance. Zambrano's spawn eagerly took advantage of his broken guard.

True faith meant absolute trust so when the Force told Zark what to do he didn't hesitate. He caught the crimson blade with one hand. Supernal energy flared through the Jedi Master's gauntlet. Plasma burned hot against his mental barrier radiating waves of agony like the galaxy's worst migraine. He almost lost focus, a fatal mistake to be sure but the sight of Thurion ascending toward the halls of his fathers gave San Tekka new hope.

"You mean...you're another one of his...experiments," he gasped through the effort, "Your father...will never share that power."

Mustering the strength to rise from bent knee, Zark brought his crossguard around one handed in a horizontal arc that would behead Sarlow if the Sith Lord refused to break off.

 

[Sarlow Zambrano]

Sarlow, sensing the aged Jedi Master's attack, tapped into the dark side to enhance his speed and agility. As the crossguard of the Jedi Master's saber cut through the air with lethal intent, the Wolf Prince managed to elegantly sidestep the strike, aided by the Force. This swift maneuver not only avoided the imminent threat but also disrupted Zark San Tekka's attempts to land a decisive blow.

"No," Sarlow responded poignantly, his voice carrying a touch of condescension, as if addressing a child. The Son of Kaine continued, "you seem to misunderstand me. I am his son, and I do not covet nor seek my father's power. His strength is his own, beyond my reach. To attempt to follow in my father's wake is to do nothing more than stand in his shadow."

Having broken away from the direct confrontation, Sarlow circled the old Jedi Master, a predatory grace underlying his every movement. The Wolf Prince, eyes gleaming with the dark side's influence, calculated his next move, seeking the opportune moment to strike and exploit any vulnerabilities in the Jedi Master's defenses. In this dance of lightsabers and shadows, Sarlow projected an aura of dark power, showcasing both his combat prowess and the relentless determination to prove himself in the midst of this intense duel.

"I can understand how such nuances can be lost on your kind, Jedi," he all but sneered.

Emboldened by his successful evasion, Sarlow surged forward with the ferocity of a hunting beast closing in on its prey. His crimson lightsaber ignited, casting an ominous glow that matched the dark intensity in his eyes. The Wolf Prince's movements were a blend of lethal precision and calculated aggression as he launched a series of rapid strikes at Zark San Tekka. He sought to exploit any weaknesses in the Jedi Master's defense. As the corrupting influence of the dark side fueled his every move.

"Listen as I tell you plainly," between strikes the Panathan continued. "It will not be my father who makes the galaxy bleed for every drop of Panathan blood spilled. He has forgone the pettiness of revenge, but I have not."

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

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Enemies: Zark San Tekka Vulpesen Thurion Heavenshield
Allies: Sarlow Zambrano Darth Carnifex​

As the latticework cleared, Lina caught sight of someone barking orders at survivors. Survivors. It didn;t matter how, it only mattered that they were now equally matched. The dual ended lightsaber spun in her hand, coming before her in a horizontal line, and she twisted the hilt, the blades came apart, resting at her sides, red blades humming in anticipation of the fight to come.

She had nothing to say unlike the Zambrano's Lina preferred to save her words for off the battlefield.

Not yet close enough to engage directly, she jerked her hand upwards, a thick tendril of dark energy shot out from the ground before the newcomer seeking to ensnare him. Around them the horde pressed on, cutting a wide path around the three fights. She could feel Kaine’s and Sarlow's power and her back, different in their own rights, they gave her focus and centred her in the moment.

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Yavin IV
Objective: Stop the Undead - Save the Soldiers
Allies: GA/NJO
Enemies: The Sith Order - Vestara VII (Engaging)
Equipment: Lightsaber, Spear, Armour​

So the Sith are using the undead to attack? That’s a new one.

Well, new for Katherine at least. She was fairly certain the Sith had used such tactics in the past. But of all the different types of opponents she had faced, this was the first time she had to fend off the undead of all things.

The very concept; of reanimating the dead, made the Padawan’s skin crawl. It was just something about the whole thing that made her feel uneasy. Katherine wondered if part of that was because she was the result of an experiment herself. Would she have been just a discarded body if that had failed?

Katherine shook the thought away as she soared high above the forests of Yavin IV. While the majority of the Alliance forces were focused on protecting the ancient sites and structures. Small groups had been sent out to try and suss out any potential sources for the undead.

Apparently a group had reported sighting suspicious activity that was leading deeper into the neighbouring forest. Unfortunately the base had lost contact with them shortly after, leaving their fates unknown.

The Padawan however wasn’t too far away from their last reported location. Katherine had already been out scouting for packs of undead to eliminate. So it was barely a thought to change course and search for the missing squad.

What she hadn’t anticipated was to find that they had been seemingly captured. At least that was the conclusion she had come to. There had been far too many tracks in the dirt and mud for it to just be the squad.

So with a quick report back to homebase, Katherine launched back up into the air and began to fly. She was going to find those lost soldiers.

 

[Aveline Cuiléin]

Objective: II
Allies: Cale Gunderson Ryana mina
Enemy: Lord Blepharon
Location: En route to Celanon City

She placed a soothing hand on Ryana's shoulder. "Trust the Force. We'll see this through" They were simple words that came more with hope than guarantee. Yet Aveline found that standing on the cusp of battle, choosing to believe in them was better than let doubt fester. "Too many thoughts" too many concerns to be counted. "Stay focused with me" Aveline offered. She was but a Padawan herself, but she echoed the words that had been said to her in the past, before she had been thrown into hells not unlike this one.

Aveline nodded understandingly in direction of Cale. She was thankfully no one looked to her to lead on this one. As the Jedi Master had pointed out, had she gone ahead and simply charged, she would have been swarmed in no time. She gave her own advice back to herself. Calm. Don't rush it. Let the opening come to you.

Cale didn't have the look of a traditional Jedi Master, but she felt the confidence or wisdom of one. Or perhaps not, but she chose to believe.

The fighting was well underway. The Alliance forces on this particular front were having the most success on their right flank, near the outskirts of the city limits. She could only hope their success would draw out their real enemy.

 

[Rolin Voss]

OPERATION GUARDIAN AVALANCHE
Celanon

Dug in- the Alliance Tanks fight hard, but feel the weight of the Sith onslaught...

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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 Elspeth Arceneau) l Civilians and Alliance Members on Celanon


Blaster rounds ricocheted off the armor of the tank, sparks flying as the bolts flew away, some fizzling against the tank's mighty hull. His gunner turned and loaded another shell, the Droid brain of the tank also doing it's part. Meanwhile, Rolin was outside of the tank on the turret, manning the hastily-bolted on machine gun.

Bolts went by, zombies, Sith, and others still coming. Still coming. Guardian 4 had become a hotly contested area, concentrated Alliance forces had urged the Sith to attack their foes with renewed resolve- the only type that the Sith knew. Absolute, unyielding. The machine gun went dry again as the heat dissipated, venting as Rolin hurriedly reloaded the gun, placing another charge pack into it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw it light up. A bright red beam. Not a blaster bolt.

A lightsaber.

A Sith Warrior screeched towards Locals Only, and came straight for the first target- Rolin. Rolin swiveled the gun in vain, but the Sith sliced the receiver, barely missing Rolin. Rolin and him were on top of the tank- and Rolin had no options left. He narrowed his eyes, screaming in pure hate as he rammed his shoulder into the Sith.

The Jedi always preached "love and tolerance" and other bullshit about the Sith, and not letting anger fuel themselves. But Rolin was pretty damn angry. And the Sith was gonna feel it. The Sith and Rolin went crashing down off the tank, Rolin's commander helmet and earpiece being ripped off in the ensuing struggle.

BOOM!!!

BOOM!!

BOOM!!!!!!
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Both he and the Sith recoiled in pain as the shockwave and soundwave- even though they were not in the direct blast wave, was massively hard to bear to unprotected ears. He grit his teeth, pressing his palms to the duracrete below them. The Sith seized Rolin by the throat, and raised his lightsaber above his head to strike him down, wasting no time in their fight. He had to admire the brutal efficiency. Rolin wasn't able to see his eyes or what he looked like under his mask.

Shame.

He would've liked to have seen what his face looked like when he drew his sidearm and shot him twice in the knee. The Sith gave a yelp of pain, recoiling back and took a defensive stance to stop the rest of Rolin's shots. Rolin rolled his shoulders as the gun went empty, and threw it at the Sith. The Sith, not expecting such a fight, found himself getting hit in the face by a fast-moving sidearm, and turned his head slightly.

It gave Rolin enough time to draw his shovel from his belt, and swing it at him. The Sith brought his hand up to stop the swing, but Rolin, a cheap and dirty fighter, dropped the shovel into his other hand, and uppercut the Sith in the neck with it. The sharp blade tore through the flexible armor mesh at his neck, nicking what he assumed to be something important, causing the Sith to recoil back, holding his neck. The Sith pressed the fight still, and shoved Rolin to the ground with the force, causing him to scatter.

Standing over him, the Sith held his throat with one hand, and raised his lightsaber with the other. And chuckled.

That fucker chuckled.

Rolin looked up defiantly, spitting blood at the Sith's figure from the ground.

He closed his eyes as the Sith raised his weapon, ready to meet his end.

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[Jalen Kai'el]

Yavin IV
Tags: Ansisa

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"There you are."

She bleeds. That was important information. Some Sith were so far past their own organic forms that they didn't. It was hard to determine to what level they had discarded their humanity.

Jalen exhaled, shifting to a martial artist stance. There was an opening in their line now, one that a horde of the undead was keen to charge through. The young medic gathered his energy, releasing a wall of fire that the pushed through their ranks, turning flesh to ash. It was probably the best fate, a cremation. At least their bodies could no longer be desecrated again.

The Sith woman stood in front of them. Hopefully she'd be caught up in it. It would certainly save him some time.

 

[Quintessa]

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

Quintessa blinked in evident confusion as the Jedi addressed her, his tone unsettlingly calm and direct. In that, the tiny speedster registered the rank, yet sickly-sweet aura of his light, which moved to counter her darkness like a wave crashing against a shore. For her part, Quintessa sought to turn it away, but the Jedi’s words had struck her senses, compelling her alabaster features to flush crimson in a mixture of shock, disbelief, and embarrassment. Such destabilization would be immediately visible to the Jedi through both his physical and Force senses, but it did not last for long.

Anger quickly replaced it.

“Your tricks won’t work on me, Jedi.” Quintessa growled, her tone pitiless and defiant. Her objective was to capture the spaceport, but it quickly faded from the forefront of her mind, blurred in a crimson haze of emotion.

“First of all, I won’t allow you or your soldiers to simply leave.” The speedster hissed. “I will capture this spaceport and any of you who remain alive thereafter will be taken in for questioning, where you will be subject to Sith law.” She continued. “So, this is my ultimatum to you and your minions. The terms of surrender will include a full relinquishment of weapons, the capture of you and your soldiers, and the immediate seizure of the spaceport by the Sith-Imperial National Army.”

Then, a pause.

“Are those terms acceptable to you, Master Jedi?”

On cue, came the twin ignitions of Passion and Prejudice, silent, yet menacing blades of cerulean and magenta, which maintained a presence in the dark side in spite of their hues.

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

 

[Vulpesen]

Obj: 1 Yavin IV
Location: Dance with a Lady
Tags: Darth Carnifex Lina Ovmar Thurion Heavenshield Zark San Tekka Sarlow Zambrano
Equipment: : Varos Cloak(19/25 daggers) and mask, Three Rhak Skuri Gas cannisters, Kits Yelp Bracer(With ten extra belts), his personal lightsaber, three EMP grenades, two frag grenades, Shadow Fox Amulet, VSF Fennec, Ravenwing Pack

Vulpesen recoiled as the tendrils rose up to ensanre him, wrapping around his legs as they attempted to pin him down. Thankfully, the Valde was ever a cautious soul when it came to fighting other practitioners of the force. As the tendrils touched the black material of his cloak, the runes etched into the armor glowed brightly, causing each tendril to shrink away. Vulpesen had spent his life fighting the sith, and in doing so had made himself a weapon against those that used the force. "Nice try, darlin," he purred, his tail curling under his cloak as he sent a wave of the force to scatter some of the more persistent tendrils.

Vulpesen lifted an arm, pointing one of his sabers at the woman as he fixed her with a wolfish grin. "My turn." His floak fluttered as a half dozen daggers whispered from their sheathes, letting out a series of cracks as each one broke the sound barrier, landing towards the dark one's body. It was perhaps his oldest trick, perfected in his days amongst the jedi almost a century earlier.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Heliotropic flames wreathed the Dark Lord of the Sith, and His eyes burned bright amethyst. Pure Darkness coursed through His veins, the stolen power of the Wellspring corrupted beyond it's natural unsullied state. He was more beast than man, moving with a primal grace as explosive vectors of Light burst all around Him. He deflected one with a shielded backhand, the spear of Light careening into the midst of the undead horde that streamed around them; exploding with tremendous force and instantly vaporizing scores of the dead within seconds.

Yet more came, descending from the sky and blazing with blinding light. The Dark Lord snarled venomously and swung His arm towards Thurion and his holy bolts. Streaks of energy, inverse of the Light to the point that there was only an aching absence, sprung forth in the wake of His action. They spun and moved erratically through the air, their movements sharp and unnatural. They met each of the bolts of Light in turn, one after the other, and ruptured in an explosion of Light and Dark. The very space left behind by the eruption was fundamentally twisted and warped, space bending in on itself.

"The justice of the Light is impotence manifest, Heavenshield. For too long you have failed to mete out your delirious judgment, all while the Dark has grown stronger and stronger. You've all been blind, ignorant of the rot beneath your feet."

The Dark Lord braced Himself, and then threw Himself up towards Thurion. A quarter of the way to the Golden Lion, the Dark Lord seemed to completely vanish only to reappear above Thurion, arms outstretched. The Dark Lord and the Golden Lion grappled in mid-air, tumbling down towards the ground while engaged in a vicious close-quarters melee. When they struck the earth, they hit like a meteor, and the ground beneath them buckled and broke away; a great yawning chasm splitting the land upon either side of where they hit.

Below was a labyrinthian ruin of towers and bridges, the remnants of an ancient civilization lost to time. The two titans struck one of the higher towers, the structure itself giving way as they slammed through each floor. As it fell, so too did they, until they were spat out of either side of the tower as it crashed into another platform. Though the platform held, and the tower sloughed off to fall further into the abyss, it listed to one side creating an uneven surface.

Carnifex rose from where He'd crashed, the dark power of the Wellspring still rolling off from Him like heat from an open flame. The scepter snapped back to His hand, followed by the blade that Thurion had once sundered; Tosochkashai. But rather than the jagged broken blade, the end had been filled by violet flame. He flourished the blade, wielding it aloft in His right hand, while His left held tight the dark scepter.

"You'll wish you'd stayed on Midvinter, Thurion."

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

 

[Xeykard]

Corazona von Ascania ​

The table gave way at the Jedi's behest; Xeykard had no footing, long enough for her to begin a heavy downward strike. As he tipped towards the corner, his hand flew up, summoning the Force to push his opponent off course, or at the very least delay her enough for him to get his footing and thus a proper block.

He landed, cracking the table further as his feet hit the ground. The momentary disadvantage gone, he returned to his relentless rhythm, refusing to allow the Jedi further agency in the fight. His wide slashes shattered the remaining windows, covering the floor in glass shards. He began to offset his timings; his pattern of attack became more complex, difficult to read, until-

With a push and sudden withdrawal, they found themselves at opposite ends of the room -- only now their positions were switched. He stood by the dozen or so councillors, now huddled in the corner.

"You are right, Jedi." He twirled his saber, then held it a half-foot away from the nearest Nalroni, sending her clawing away from it. His other hand shifted to a commlink on his belt, which he tapped twice.

"There is no heroism in this one's entire soul. There is only power. Now," he snarled, "stand down, or this one begins butchering."

 

[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

Sword and Shield.

Husband and Wife.

Two soulmates bound together for life, in more ways than one. At home, a close pairing who raised their children with love and care, and on the battlefield, a force for good to be reckoned with. The Sith, even in great numbers, often still stood alone but the greatest strength of the Jedi — of the Nobles and their Dyad — was that they always stood together. So, as her blade locked with Darth Malum and spears of midnight black began to form around her, she did not flinch.

"I've only just gotten started."

The Darkshears let loose like rain in a thunderstorm, aiming to pierce her body from every imaginable angle. But Valery maintained pressure between her blade and his crimson, and moved no muscle to counter the attack. Then, like sunlight piercing through the clouds to offer relief from the storm, runes of gold formed around her, projected by Kahlil Noble the moment he felt the threat to his wife. The shields that formed around her absorbed the darker energies, and it was in that moment, that Valery fought to turn the tide.

The Sith had come to fight alone, and the Nobles would punish them for it together.

With a flick of her ignition switch to kill her blade, she sought to turn the pressure between blades against him. Both her good and burned hand tightened the grip on the hilt as her body turned away, and once the blade had ignited again, she completed her use of Trakata with a quicker sweep aimed down towards his leg.

But Valery did not stop there.

Hoping to have the momentum turned against the Sith Lord, Valery unleashed a barrage of speed-driven attacks, targeting limbs and muscles. She fought to overwhelm and force him on the backfoot, until she could cut him down for good.