Faction [GA] The Hapan Crisis

[Jack Wright]

(Tags: Valery Noble , Zaiya Ceti )

Yep, there's the pump for battle again...

Before he even knew it, Jack had both azure and amethyst blades switched on, humming in the metal confines with a note of eagerness, hazel eyes stern in determination.

And before either knew it, the Jedi Knight leaped into the fray, descending like a Hawk-bat swooping for prey, landing smack-dab in the centre of fire, a shadow that startled several of the elite attempting to fight and kill for their hardened, battle-fury queen. A grim smirk was the last they saw.

As two bodies collapsed onto steel ground, heads rolling on the aftermath, twin lightsabers decapitated in swift, Shien efficiency. Jack spun one into reverse hold, standing between the means for evacuation, and the enemies way ahead, surrounded by infantry and turrets that promised a world of retribution.

His smile alone just said, Bring it.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Valery Noble Jack Wright

"You're doing great, Zaiya," she said, her voice calm but certain. "It's okay to be nervous. It means you care. But don't let it stop you — let it sharpen you."

Feeling Valery's reassuring press of her hand on her shoulder brightened the Lovalla Padawan's hues for a moment, and Zaiya followed up with a grateful and emotive smile.

"Okay, Grandmaster," she replied, reverting to the title out of respect. She took a deep breath and settled her thoughts, going over her previous training, what she might expect to see once they land, and what would be the best way she could support them all.

If they were extracting the delegation, then not only would they need to bypass any hostile security, but also be as in tune as they could be to work together as a unit.

Knight Wright was quick to delve into the fray, tackling on the blaster bolts headed their way by turrets. With Domxite perched on her shoulder, the Lovalla teenager followed behind, using the Force to strategically place a force shield then reverting to the use of her stun and EMP pearls to stun and incapacitate a few of the soldiers.

She opened her mind to Domxite, doing her best to flow with them and use their senses as well to work as one. The more and more they did this together, the easier it was for the droid and the Lovalla Padawan to resonate and connect with each other, almost in tune as she was with Aris. It confirmed her theory -- the more she opened herself up to someone, at least through the Force, the more the bond would grow, allowing Zaiya to connect with Domxite in the first vestiges of a familial bond.

It was reassuring amidst the chaos and battle. To not be alone.

 

[Kha'la Daaray]

Kha'la had never been pushed like this before.

Every battle she had ever fought had been one of skill, elegance, and control. She had trained under the finest duelists on Hapes, had learned the dance of the blade with the precision of a warrior-queen. But this — this was different. Alicio did not fight with mere training. He fought with experience. With instinct.

She couldn't land a single strike.

Her blade flashed in golden arcs, each movement calculated to carve through his guard, but he was already moving, already turning her own aggression against her. And then — suddenly — he changed.

The shift was immediate. His tempo accelerated, his footwork tighter, more invasive. Feints and probing cuts tested her defenses, forcing her to react rather than dictate. She tried to adjust, to meet his pace, but for the first time in a duel, she was no longer in control. He was pressing in too fast, forcing her back step by step.

Then pain.

The tip of his blade struck her thigh — a searing, burning pain that tore through the layers of fine cloth and bit into flesh. Kha'la staggered, but she clenched her jaw and held her ground. Her grip on the sword tightened. She still had her weapon—

Until she didn't.

A flash of blue, a flicker of speed, and a precise grazing slash across her knuckles sent the weapon clattering to the marble floor.

Kha'la froze.

Her emerald eyes locked onto the blade lying at her feet, her chest rising and falling with sharp, controlled breaths. Pain throbbed in her leg, but she barely acknowledged it. Instead, she looked up at Alicio, her teeth gritted, her expression a mix of fury and reluctant realization. Her mind raced. This wasn't just about the fight. This was about power. About control. About what came next.

Half-crouched, she hovered over the fallen blade, her fingers twitching slightly, torn between reaching for it and the creeping weight of something she had never felt before.

Defeat.

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The throne room had become a storm of battle.

Nos moved fast. Too fast. The Hapan guards were elite, well-trained, but the commando was an entirely different breed of soldier. The woman wielding the electrostaff barely had time to register his scattergun before he fired — her head snapped back, blood splattering against the pristine walls as she collapsed, dead before she hit the ground.

But the others did not falter.

Nos's shotgun had barely left his hands when the second guard lunged at him, their vibrosword flashing in a precise, practiced arc. But Nos was already moving, shoulder-checking the woman with the electrostaff and grabbing for her weapon. His grip was firm, yanking her forward just enough to throw off the second attacker's swing, forcing them to readjust.

The guard with the vibrosword pivoted, aiming to slice at Nos's side, trying to use the momentary chaos to land a hit before he could turn the stolen electrostaff against them.

Meanwhile, Caelan had already countered his opponents with expert precision. His lightsaber deflected the initial thrust to his midsection, the glowing blade redirecting it just enough to send the strike off-course. Then, as the second guard swept for his legs, he reacted with an almost mechanical efficiency — his foot came down hard, enhanced by the Force, snapping bone with a sickening crack.

The guard crumpled with a cry of pain, clutching his shattered limb. But there was no time to celebrate victory. More were coming.

"Move in!" Captain Lorana ordered, her voice cutting through the chaos.

Additional guards rushed in from the corridor, their vibroswords raised, their formation tightening. Some moved to reinforce the fight against Nos and Caelan, others stood ready to intervene should the Queen require aid.

Lorana, however, had her own target.

Her grip tightened around the hilt of her vibrosword as she strode forward, her long braid swaying with each determined step. She had seen enough. The Queen had demanded this fight, but the Jedi and their allies had turned it into a battle of survival. She wasn't going to let it continue.

Her icy blue eyes locked onto Caelan, then flickered to Nos. A flick of her wrist and she raised her sword in challenge, its shimmering steel glinting under the throne room's light.

"You should have left when you had the chance," she said, her voice low and sharp as she closed the distance.

And then, without another word, she lunged.

Alicio Organa Amani Serys | Caelan Valoren Nos Voros

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[Caelan Valoren]

His foot collided with the sweeping leg of the attacking guard and the sickening crunch that resounded was followed by a cry of pain. It would have been quite satisfactory if Caelan was someone else. As it was, he hated having to fight them at all. Hurting them was actually painful to his soul. Every person he did harm to took a small piece of him with them when they took injury. Combat was such a lesser form of dealing with an issue. He hated that so many people immediately resorted to it.

The other Guard he blasted with a wave of the Force. Not his strongest skill, but given his proximity, he could do it with enough effort. The reprieve was brief, though, as more guards entered and surrounded all of them. The fight with the Queen Mother wasn't going her way, either. A quick glance from him revealed her weapon on the floor. She was outmatched.

But then, he was about to be in a much more severe battle himself, as evidenced by the words of the Captain. The woman stared at him, only a glance given towards Nos, as she strode towards him. Caelan stepped clear of where the one soldier had fallen, moving so that he had clear floor space to work with. Even though he was surrounded by Hapans, he wasn't panicked. Serenity. Peace. The Force was these things and the battle meditation helped to provide even more of that for him, his abilities enhanced by his focus.

"No, Captain," he said as she spoke. "You should have recognized you had already lost."

She lunged and he countered by stepping into her attack. A bold move, but he also twisted as he did so, her blade slicing across his abdomen. His clothing, however, was designed to handle such blows. He was the Crown Prince of a Kingdom, not just a Jedi. People looked up to him and required his services and so he needed to wear clothing that fit his station, but that afforded him a level of protection greater than that of what one would simply pick up in the store.

Suffice to say, though he felt the blade, it didn't cut him. And the move left him in direct proximity to his attacker, which allowed him to use his off arm as a clothesline, intending to smack it into the woman's chest and take her down to the ground. He had no intention of killing her, even though she clearly intended to kill him. He would not resort to that unless it was an absolute last measure to remain alive, and at the moment, it wasn't warranted.

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ATTIRE: LINK (The Second Image) | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace)

TAGS: Kha'la Daaray | Nos Voros | Alicio Organa | Amani Serys ​

 

[Nos Voros]

Objective: Primary: protect Alicio and Caelan. Secondary: Survive.
Outfit: Senate Commando Armor [X]
Full Kit Deployment:

Spoiler: Full Kit

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• 2 X Vibroblade-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• Combat Scattergun-Model 01
• 3 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 3 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01

* GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor

• Combat Blaster Rifle-Model 01 with Tactical Accessories Series and Underbarrel Grenade Launcher-Model 01 (20 X Launchable Grenade Series)
• 4x blaster cartridges
• 2x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks
• 3x bland survival bars
• 128oz Canteen of water.

The guard with the vibrosword pivoted, aiming to slice at Nos's side, trying to use the momentary chaos to land a hit before he could turn the stolen electrostaff against them.

The vibrosword skittered across Nos's [X] Commando armor before it bit into flesh between the plates. The advanced heavy armor automatically registered the injury and administered both an adrenal stim and supplemental Bacta injection. Blood evacuated from the armor weave bodyglove underneath, tinting the Blue armor red, but the slash had not breached anything vital, nor interrupted the armor's function.

And now Nos's blood pumped harder, his pupils dilated, breathe shorter, faster, flooding his muscles with oxygen. The adrenal stim kicked him into motion.

Continuing with his momentum he managed to free the electrostaff with a Jump Servo-empowered kick, sending the former Electrostaff wielder colliding into the vibrosword guard.

Additional guards rushed in from the corridor, their vibroswords raised, their formation tightening. Some moved to reinforce the fight against Nos and Caelan, others stood ready to intervene should the Queen require aid.

Outnumbered and facing expert duelists, Nos wasn't about to rely on a shockstaff. Nos wouldn't get out of here alive if he fought fair.

He set the electrostaff to its maximum setting and thrust it like a javelin at the recovering wielder with enough force to pierce into the vibrosword guard behind her if it flew true.

He turned just in time to stop a Vibroblade thrust with the Gauntlet Integrated Knuckle Plate Vibroblade in his armor, spinning into a hip kick fueled by not only muscle and momentum, but the thrust of
Relulsorlift Boots as well, flying knee first with bone-shatteeing force into the torso of the attacker, sending her into the nearby wall with a crash of elegant décor smashed by the guard's body.

The formation tightened, a blur of motion encircling Caelan Valoren and Nos.

Using the large shoulder-plate of the Senate Commando armor, he halted a third slash with a Vibroblade but gave it no time to find purchase. Ducking his head and arm to grapple the attacker, Nos activated both relulsorlift Boots in tandem with the jetpack tackling the guard through the air, soaring overtop of the centeral duel in the hall, crashing into the opposing wall with the grappled woman's ribcage softening the impact of Nos against the throne room wall.

The two fell, but only Nos righted himself with the thrusters to land back—to—back with Caelan Valoren in a brief moment mid-combat.

" I'll keep the rest off of you" the Zeltron growled through the combat drugs and pain fueling his violence.

Nos immediately skated forward on the thrusters as he drew a Vibroblade in his left hand, Combat Pistol in his right, speeding into the thickest group of the new arrivals.

The lives of three monarchs hung in the balance - amongst them a Zeltron street-rat fought dirty with some of the Galaxy's priciest toys.

He was a weapon, unquestioning in duty - the hammer of the Senate to break any chain that threatened bind them.

Kha'la Daaray | Alicio Organa | Amani Serys | Caelan Valoren​

 

[Amani Serys]

Kha'la Daaray - Alicio Organa
Nos Voros - Caelan Valoren​

Amani stood frozen with anxiety. Queen Kha'la was the ruler of an intensely militant society. She knew how to fight, but Alicio did not back down. In fact, it seemed he had the advantage. The Chancellor was no greenhorn himself. He had seen battles, trained with Jedi, and dueled with Sith. And it became clear that in spite of the presence she commanded, Kha'la was not the fighter Alicio was. Perhaps they really could end this all here and now. Amani felt hope rising in her chest.

The Queen was struck in the leg. Her blade fell to the ground. Alicio had done it. Amani released a breath she did not know she was holding.