Invasion Gates of Dawn | GA Invasion of BOTM held Shihon and Oyokal

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Yuuzhan Vong Prison Camp Ruins
Objective: Survive the battle
Tag: Thelma Goth / Anja Doreva

"That's what they all say!" he grunted as their blades crossed each other once more. Concentrating swift strikes at her chest in the form of Shii-cho Silas put power behind his strikes, hoping the combined strength of him and Thelma would make her falter. It was starting to become increasingly obvious that she was trying to separate them for a reason. If one of them were alone, it wouldn't be a problem for her at all to strike them down. With two of them on the other hand? now that will be a challange for sure.

"<Thelma... we need to keep together!"> he said telepathically, not wanting the woman to hear him talking <"I have a plan, but you need to follow my lead alright?"> as of recently Silas had been fighting more sith than he could count, especially with his friend Jasper Kai'el who was starting to make a name for himself within their ranks. He'd need to use what he had learned with him and the teaching of Iris Arani combined if they were going to stand a chance.

<"We must use force meld...">

Switching into a Sorosu stance, he quickly avoided any attempts coming his way and went on the defense until Thelma was ready. If force meld was going to work, they needed space and to be close to one another. Right now Silas didn't have that. Looking to jump back and swing his blade upwards, he smashed her lightsaber into the sky to give him a brief moment. With an open hand, the padawan force pushed the woman backward towards a ruined wall to try and give them some time.

"Come on..."​

 

[Amani Serys]

Nyaeli​

Amani held the writhing beast at bay, silently appreciating the length of her pike as it tried to lash at her in vain, before falling still. Unfortunately, there was hardly time to recover, when a voice forced its way into her mind. She gripped her temple and winced. It was no mere telepathy, it was a more aggressive intrusion, taking advantage of her unsuspecting state.

Amani straightened her stance as the Sith at last appeared. Her pike's blade hovered just above the ground with controlled stillness, lending a radiant white glow to the surrounding undergrowth. A stark contrast to the angry red of her opponent's weapon. The Sith taunted her with threats of a grim end, but Amani said nothing back at first. She took a single deep breath, and scowled, "Shut up and try, then."

 

[Kaine Hamilton]

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G A T E S_O F_D A W N
Objective I : As Above, So Below

FINAL DAWN
SELVARIS, WILD SPACE

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BATTLEGROUP SOLIPSIS ​

Spoiler: Main Fleet FDS Purifier | [081|081] FDS Firelord | [100|100] FDS Goliath | [100|100] FDS Deviant | [100|100] FDS Paramount | [100|100] FDS Victor | [100|100] FDS Bane | [100|100] FDS Sissiri | [100|100] FDS Shadowhand | [100|100] FDS Immolator | [100|100] FDS Chainless | [100|100] FDS Andeddu | [100|100] FDS Buster | [100|098] FDS Punisher | [100|100] FDS Crusher | [100|100] FDS Fortitude | [100|049] FDS Dread Omen | [100|032] FDS Vindicator | [100|094] Spoiler: Starfighter Compliment TIE/fdA "Annihilator" Heavy Attack Bombers 23 Squadrons Deployed | 193/204 TIE/fdT "Terminator" Clawcrafts 23 Squadrons Deployed | 181/184 TIE/fd space superiority fighters 23 Squadrons Deployed | 243/258 TIE/fd Advanced Interceptors

As soon as the Final Dawn Fleet completed it's v formation, it immediately began it's own advance towards the Alliance Fleet which at this most were most likely attempting to draw the Hamilton's Fleet into a Brawl, where only the luckiest of commanders could survive regardless of whether the opponent had more superior firepower and numbers any way. However to the shock and surprise of Admiral Hamilton, the Captain of the FDS Purifier and the rest of the bridge crew, rather then charge against their lines and initiate a brawl, the lead Battlecruisers of the Alliance Flottila suddenly proceeded to turn sideways to execute a fake instead, before proceeding to unleash a barrage of heavy turbolaser fire upon the three Supremacy Mark-Is that were at the very front of the the Final Dawn's V formation.

At the same time the Battlecruisers began bombarding the leading ships of the Final Dawn V Formations, the TIE Annihilator Bombers sent to attack the Cruisers of the Alliance Fleet began to suffer heavy attacks from enemy forces as the sudden maneuver had left them isolated from the main fleet, thus leaving them without backup from the main fleet and vulnerable to anti-starfighter weaponry as around a dozen bombers ended up getting destroyed in the process. At the same, the enemy fleet deployed sixteen squadrons of starfighters to create a starfighter screen to further protect their capital ships and evening the odds in the ongoing struggle for starfighter superiority between the two fleets.

"I must admit that was a smart move on the part of the Alliance's Commander." Hamilton said, acknowledging the capabilities of his opponent. Because of his foe's maneuver, he was no longer able to outflank the enemy fleet with his current forces. "What do we do, sir?" the Captain asked. "The leading ships of our v formation will no longer be able to outflank them, our Bombers are isolated and the amount of starfighters they have has increased by 400%!" he pointed out. "A temporary setback." Hamilton responded. "This battle is far from over, especially with what i'm about to do next" the Admiral said while smirking maliciously, he had alot of surprises in store for the Alliance Fleet and once he would deploy them on the battlefield it would only be a matter of time before he would emerge victorious.

Suddenly, the bridge began to shake once more. But this time, Hamilton could not see the cause of the disturbance. The enemy battleships were no longer focused on his flagship and there was no indication smaller starfighters were attacking it. Then the bridge shook once more, and then again. "What's going on. Are we under attack?" the Admiral asked. "Uh, sir. We are suffering internal hull damage. Something is attacking us from the inside." the Defense officer said. "What? From where?" Hamilton said confused. "Uhh, it seems that damage originates from the destroyed hangar bay" the officer said. "An enemy fighter slipped through perhaps?" the Captain of the Purifier suggested. "That is a possibility yes." Hamilton said. "What would be the trajectory of this starfighter if there was actually one." the Admiral asked once more. "Towards our secondary hangar bay where our support craft are stored" an Engineering Officer said.

"Alert all personnel in that area, inform them of the current situation and have them prepare themselves for any incoming attack." Hamilton ordered. He needed to get rid of that rogue starfighter as soon as possible, otherwise it might be able to land a critical hit throughout his flagship and inflict serious damage which could further reduce the structural integrity of the Battlecruiser. Regardless, despite all these setbacks, despite all the pressure the Alliance had been placing on him, it would still not be enough to change the outcome of this battle. Hamilton knew, he knew too well, that the Final Dawn would emerge victorious, one way or another.

"As for their Battlecruisers, how long until our Special Weapons are fully charged?" the Admiral asked. "Two more minutes sir." a Weapons officer said. "Good, until they are recharged, have all ships concentrate their fire upon their Battlecruisers at the front and rear of their battle line. If even one Battlecruiser is destroyed then we will be able to launch a full-scale counter-attack. In regards to that starfighter screen they have erected, have half of our Preatorians deploy their entire air wings and have those very squadrons target their starfighter screen. The sooner we annihilate that screen the sooner we will be able to return home." Hamilton proclaimed.

Thus, as Hamilton had ordered, all eighteen warships within Hamilton's fleet began focusing their fire upon the ANS Ibdun Dand and ANS Montorr bombarding them with relentless volleys of Turbolaser fire and missiles in the hopes of breaking through their shields. At the same time, a third-wave of Starfighters, thirty squadrons of various Final Dawn TIE Variants began to emerge from the hangars of the Praetorian-Class Star Destroyers, proceeding to rush over towards the starfighter screen guarding the main starfighter screen of the enemy fleet, and annihilate it, thus enabling the Final Dawn to place additional pressure on the Alliance Fleet. If successful, these attacks would most likely shift the tides of the battle in the favor of the Final Dawn

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Tags [Galactic Alliance] | Don Don Dono | Jack Versio | Dayjer Haspar ​

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[Thelma Goth]

Tags: Silas Westgard Anja Doreva
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A ripple in the Force became a tidal wave aimed at Thelma. She felt something crunch as she was hit in the face by the brunt of the telekinetic blast, knocking her backwards like a vicious punch from a boxer.

<Thelma... we need to keep together! I have a plan, but you need to follow my lead alright?>

Silas' voice was in her head. Blood trickled from her nose. Through blurry vision, she saw him dueling the woman alone. Anger coiled in her belly, hot and furious as her pain-induced tears.

<We must use force meld...>

She knew of what he spoke. But she had never been part of a battle meld before, and the thought of it was rather frightening. Still, she trusted him enough to give it a try. Giving him a silent acknowledgment, she wiped the blood from her face, got up, and plunged back into the fray. She was still playing the aggressor against Silas' more defensive posture. Hopefully his plan would work...

 

[Rriss'aboumo'vrumi]

678th Frontier "Lanever Villecham" Task Force​

Battlegroup Kenobi​

ANS Vober Dand​	MC85 Star Cruiser​
ANS Ibdun Dand​	MC85 Star Cruiser​
ANS Montorr​	MC85 Star Cruiser​
ANS Kellin​	Type 055C 'Liberator II'-class Cruiser​
ANS Blotus​	Type 055C 'Liberator II'-class Cruiser​
ANS Polk Polk​	Type 055C 'Liberator II'-class Cruiser​
ANS Mollo​	MC140C Scythe Class Main Battle Cruiser​
ANS Greylock​	MC140C Scythe Class Main Battle Cruiser​
ANS Furlow​	MC140C Scythe Class Main Battle Cruiser​
ANS Selziro​	Nebulon-C Escort Frigate​
ANS Guose​	Nebulon-C Escort Frigate​
ANS Jumbo​	Nebulon-C Escort Frigate​
ANS Locket​	CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier​
ANS Monsoon​	CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier​
ANS Addle​	CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier​
ANS Fiery​	CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier​

The FAKE Maneuver had successfully caught the Final Dawn Fleet with their proverbial pants down. As the Alliance MC85's had an advantage in direct broadside power than traditional wedge shaped vessels used by Imperial Factions. Slamming tons of heavy turbolaser fire into the three Supremacy Mark I's that were leading the Final Dawn V Formation in an attempt to disable them. The Deployment of the Starfighter Screen has assisted immensely in fending off the first swarm of the Final Dawn TIE Variants that were targeting their cruisers as the green and red dots engaged in tit for tat dog fights across the tactical map of the bridge.

"More TIE Variants are headed on a direct intercept course with our starfighter screen. It appears they are attempting to overwhelm our screen. Your orders, sir?" Explained one of the command officers on board the flagship. The Alliance Task Force had another set of reinforcements before they completely exhausted their starfighter capacity. With much of their force fighting in an increasingly deadly battle zone there chance of victory was brought down to a mere 12 percent. More than enough for an experienced commander to withdraw his forces from the battlefield and live to fight another day.

"Our Screen will have to make do with what is has, have them keep close to the anti-starfighter weaponry scattered throughout the fleet and box them into a killing field." Dono said nodding his head towards the command officer. The Starfighter Screen was being bombarded by TIEs as they screamed around the various cruisers and carriers that made up the 678th Frontier Task Force. Although the screen would carry on holding upon given orders by their commander. They were willing to sacrifice their lives for the alliance and he would honor them with a personal memorial on his flagship.

Damage reports came flooding in from both the ANS Montorr and the ANS Ibdun Dand. Their shields were under assault by the heavy firepower of the battlecruisers and even the best mon calamari engineering could not make a vessel invulnerable. "Sir, the ANS Montorr and the ANS Ibdun Dand are losing shield power and external power extremely quickly, they will not survive further assault." The technical officer said bringing the commander a datapad with the ship information. Dono was grim as he looked over the technical data finding that the ships had extensive hull damage where the shields collapsed from the strain.

With the Final Dawn advancing towards them there was little time to withdraw them from the battlefield. "Have the ANS Montorr and ANS Ibdun Dand face the enemy formation and revert all remaining power to the forward engines." Dono said turning around and looking through the window on board the flagship. "But sir? That will completely destroy both of them and the hundreds of crewmen on board." The command officer said in shock. It was hard for him to order such and the look upon his face said it all. But they were out of options if they did not want the rest of the task force to be destroyed. The consequences and the fallout of his decision here today would have to be made by the Alliance High Command.

"Do it, Captain." Dono said without turning to face him. "Acknowledged, Commander." The Captain said looking down on the table in shame as the orders were sent by the bridge to the bridge of the other two MC85's within the fleet. Once receiving the confirmation from the two bridges both the ANS Montorr and the ANS Ibdun Dand would face the advancing v formation of the final dawn even as the TIE Variants moved to attack the remaining vessels within the fleet.

"FOR THE ALLIANCE!" ​

Was the last message that came from either of them, as they reverted all remaining power from the shields and internal system and boosted ahead with their ion engines. Performing a desperate ramming maneuver into the three Supremacy Mark I's leading the Final Dawn V Formation. Ths theory being that they would not have enough time to take evasive action and the resulting debris field created by the collision would give the alliance task force enough time to begin a gradual withdraw.

"This is Commander Dono of the Galactic Alliance, begin to withdraw from the battlefield." He said into a secure channel across all alliance vessels currently operating within the system. As the Flagship ANS Vober Dand would begin to turn away from the Final Dawn Formation and the rest of the vessels within the task force would begin turning upon receiving the command from the bridge.

Kaine Hamilton
Jack Versio
Dayjer Haspar

 

[Alicio Organa]

BYOO: GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY
ORBITAL SPACE STATION JAKKU
- Annasari - Tiresh Kobitana - Iago Stark - Damian Du Couteau - Caulder Dune - Arage Bao - Tarish Galland - Talia Halcorr - Holly Starstorm - Desric Terassi - Brama Tagge - Vitiion Corrend -
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It was Alicio's turn for his words to warm, as his own obvious passions, usually kept cool for the sake of reason, thawed. "This isn't a debate on whether or not we should have a Vice-Chancellor. Everyone here believes that. It's written into our constitution for a reason. This is a debate on whether or not we should neglect due process in favor of hastiness."

He turned his stormfront eyes upon Senators Vahl and Halcorr, flashes of hidden lightning threatening to scorch the table. "Now, if our tune has finally settled on concern for senate perception, I would like to ask those in favor what perception the general public may have if they learn we've sidestepped the senate entirely, abusing our emergency powers." Thunder rumbled in his words. "I'm sure they'll find their governing body both effective and trustworthy after that."

Alicio sighed. How had the scales tipped so quickly? "If the Chancellor dies now, she becomes a martyr against the Maw. If she lives, we no longer have this so-called 'emergency', and we can call this proposal before the Senate. Like we should." The Count's storm reached it's eye. A false calm, before a second coming.

He simply waited, not expecting his words to have much impact, but believing in their importance anyways.

 

[Osarla Ridor]

GENERAL RIDOR
222ND NOVA CORPS | 512TH LEGION | 312 ATTACK BATALLION
OYOKAL | ENEMY TERRITORY | EX SITH TORTURE CHAMBER VERY COOL THANK YOU LOVE THAT FOR US

The panic attack she’d been concerned about happening, happened. His voice barely eked out, before Sion seemed to disappear from in front of her. She started to speak his name, to shake him from his introspection, but he moved. His eyes were still distant, his pupils and irises seemed to have shrunk into the whites of his eyes.

"She is coming..."

Osarla had felt something alive and off about the realm of ancient torture, but to pinpoint it as a she was beyond her ability. She was like a blunt force object, a contrast to the precise tool that was Sion in this moment. He reached up and she stiffened, for he had never done this before. She couldn’t pull away and lose him this chance to advance in his power, but it was acutely uncomfortable for her to accept.

An image seeped from his slender fingers to her mind’s eye. Stalking and familiar, Osarla knew what awaited them. Sion had discovered the foe from Ilum.

A low growl started deep in her chest and she moved, slowly, from her student’s touch. The dangers of the cavern significantly escalated. The woman Sion showed her was hunting. And Osarla refused to be the prey.

“We still move forward.” Osarla grunted, and stopped mid-charge to pause, try and be thoughtful and turn to Sion.

“You can do this..” For half a beat, she considered telling him that this was not Lao Mon, and he wasn’t the same boy strapped to the table, and that he was stronger now but…that wasn’t really for her to say. That was up to him to prove — to himself and to her.

She tried to meet her reassurances somewhere in the middle, and rested a hand on his bicep, looking to make eye contact through the dimly lit space.

“And you can be here. You need to be here so we can get out and leave this behind too.” There was a firmness to her voice that balanced the delicate line between a command and an appeal. Like the balance between General and Master.

Too might have been a premature conclusion. Based on Sion’s expression, she worried a part of him had never actually left Lao Mon behind. Lumping that pedestal in as a previous success might have been a mistake or…a reminder of what he’d already accomplished.

Down the hallway, several metres away, she heard a distinct humming noise. A frown eclipsed her countenance, and she squinted. Her first worry was the reanimation of the hostile space, her second worry was the woman Sion had shown her. She’d been a machine, it would make sense for her to have other machines under her jurisdiction.
It took a great amount of restraint not to put an arm in front of Sion protectively as she pushed down the halls toward the wasp droids. It was the only way out, at this point. Other than trying the big hole in the ceiling again with a jump or something.

Left, right, the little bugs fell one-two from the sky and to Osarla’s feet in tiny, itty bitty sparks from tiny, itty bitty buggies. Their owner couldn't be far behind.

Shame this was the only hallway. Osarla’d hoped to have a bit more of an advantage. If it weren't for the lessons from Sion she'd been subliminally learning, she would have run head first into the counterhunt for Enyo — seeking her out like a large, Togrutan heat-missile. But she was more patient this time, thoughtful of her environment.

Or, almost.

There was an intersection just on the other side of the spazzing-out wasps. The Jedi could chance it, and explore for another escape. Osarla took the gamble, and quared, settling to take up more space in the hallway and become an obstacle with a lightsaber. It hummed readily in front of her, squared for the inevitable attack that would come at some point. That had to come at some point.

"We're going to the corner on the right." She murmured to Sion. "Keep your senses sharp. She hasn't proven hostile yet, but..I've met this woman..machine before on Ilum.

Be prepared for violence."

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ALLIES | GA | NJO | Sion Lorray | Teshi Ocano | Mrir'ik'amorn
FOES | THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW | Enyo Typhos

 

[Ishida Ashina]

SELVARIS | YUUZAN VONG WARCAMP | TUNNELS
LEADER OF THE COMPANIONS | BEARER OF THE RING OF JUDGEMENT

Purple bruises greened at their edges as the dizzied prodigé found her footing to stumble from the spot she’d been. She scraped for her hilt, which had fallen from her hand, and smoothed her hand over something wettish instead.

Instinctively, she recoiled. But not before snapping up her unlit saber.

It felt omnipresent and oppressive, harrowing and vacant all at once. Wherever they were now, some sort of soft structure, Ishida felt as though she could sense a structure within it, layers interpenetrating like shadows casting shadows. It throbbed, tidal, deep, and numb. Any motion she made,felt as though it were suspended or slowed in time, and only blackness responded to her gestures. It was as if she could see the spaces between molecules in the air, like the atoms themselves had become a thin fog, but meant nothing there.

She’d felt this cerebral discordance once before. Unnatural and wild.

But the caterwauls that ricocheted from corner to corner were new. Ishida tensed, and lowered her centre of gravity. She heard Mercy beckon, but remained silent. The Sith was not her ally. Ishida was just deeper in darkness now.

Something lunged at her from behind, and she only knew it was there because it screamed its arrival. Her precognition was dead. Mute. Useless. Even with the strength of the ring, the warnings were silent.

She gasped, and at the last moment, dropped down flat to the squelchy ground. Nose to nose with the cracked eggshells. Her chin smeared into some of the goop.

Whatever it was leapt right over her, and right at Mercy.

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ALLIES | NEW JEDI ORDER | GALACTIC ALLIANCE |
FOES | BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW | Mercy

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[Jack Versio]

With : Don Don Dono Dayjer Haspar
Engaging : Kaine Hamilton
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The battle going on outside was lost to Jack, given his position within the bulk of the Main Enemy's flagship Purifier. The flashes from weapon discharges outside still lit the internal spaces through the hole in the hull that had been a hangar bay. Jack's weapons fire contrasted bright green as he continued to blast away with his own laser cannons. So far no one had come in after him, and he kept glancing at the escape hole to check, as he hammered away at the inside of the massive vessel. Slipstream Squadron was no more, and all that was left was revenge.

He'd have continued until hell froze over, but a garbled comm transmission, filled with static interference, came to his ears. The voice was that of the fleet commander, but Jack only caught part of the message. "This is ksssh ..ctic Alliance, ksssh withdraw from ksssh...field." He shook his helmeted head. "Yeah, and how am I gonna do that?" Jack asked no one in particular. Ria, his R-11, beeped an answer, and the ordnance display flashed on one of his cockpit monitors, showing the six proton torpedoes he carried. Jack grinned behind his facemask.

"Okay, that's a suitably ridiculous plan." Jack said in approval. They were dead anyway. If the explosion didn't do for them outright, the fighters outside would. Jack selected his torpedoes and armed them all. "In for a decicred, in for a million." And then he launched all six one after another, leaving a moment between each launch to ensure each torpedo was away before firing the next. This was both to maximise damage potential, and to ensure he didn't kill any of his torpedoes with the blast of another. As he fired the sixth and final torp, Jack began his turn toward his escape route, heading back out the way he had come. He let out the breath he'd been holding onto, and goosed the TIE's throttles, aiming for space.

Even if he destroyed the enemy flagship, which he didn't think likely, the enemy starfighters would still get him. Even if he used its bulk to shield him, he still had to cross the space between the enemy fleet and his own, in which time the enemy starfighters would get him. Jack did not expect to survive the next few moments, but he wasn't going to just give up. He still had his laser cannons, and he'd take as many of the bastards with him as he could. The explosion would chase him out of the hull of the Purifier, he had to outrun it... "Slipstream Seven, heading home." Jack commed as he exited, trying to keep his voice level, and hoping that there might just be some help close at hand...

 

[Vector Monk]

Miri Nimdok

THE JUNGLE
SELVARIS​

"Shut up!" the ghost snapped. There was no trace of playfulness or mischief in his tone now. Only rage. Vanishing from view, he reappeared directly in front of Vector Monk. "It's me you want!" he shouted into the tomb robber's face. "Come and get me! Give me the blasted artifact, and I'll bind myself! Call your men off NOW!"

Monk smiled.

"At last, I have your attention, professor."

Man and spirit confronted one another. Vector holstered his blaster. Mundane weapons were no use here. This was a game of holochess played between two great minds. Their rivalry transcended time and death. Out here in the jungles of a forgotten world the archaeologist wrestled with his demons.

"Sentiment can be such a weakness," he walked through Nimdok's insubstantial form, "Bring the assassin to me...alive!"

He twirled dramatically back towards the Jedi spirit and brandished a small holocron.

"I will spare your accomplice if you submit."

 

[Creuat]

P A R A G O N
SELVARIS

Like bees to honey, they drew closer and closer to the plague; zealous to cleanse it.

"There is peace, but not for them."

A mantra he lived by, hearing those words from his master and now teaching his philosophy to Xashe. Even now he was dead, his legacy lived on within Rhis and Xashe. Believing how a Jedi should serve the Galaxy and not let it fall to calamity again.

Deep within the forest they had found the enemy. Ominous priests in dark clothing with their faces obscure. Only one could imagine how tainted their faces were from the corruption of their machinations. Crimson reflected off from the trees and it was crimson, even his own eyes could hardly see the blue pigmentation of his skin. They chanted a dialect forbidden by the Jedi and their foul magic ripped the earth with hands beginning to unearth.

The dead.

Rotten flesh with bones still clinging on to each other. One could tell how recent the decease were with a glance on the decay of their corpse. This was the worst offense that he could think of; summoning the dead and disturb their peace. A angry glare was shot at the cultists from his eyes.

The emerald beam of energy came to life from his lightsaber, a firm hand placed upon Xashe’s shoulder. This was the first time she was exposed to something terrible as this.

“Take it in…deep breaths and regain focus,” feeling how shocked his Padawan was. These things were full of horror and it could tamper one’s own courage. Fear was a natural emotion to feel, but one must be disciplined to control it as a warrior should. Courage was facing one’s fear, and preparing to fight it.

“We will get through this…but they will not see the end of this day,” a deadly glare shot at the cultists. “Stick to me and do not distant yourself,” and threw his saber at a pack of undead, bisecting their waists before calling it back with the Force.

THE APPRENTICE
Xashe Tistya

THE DAMNED
Open to interaction​

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Osarla Ridor , Sion Lorray

The wasps had been destroyed - unfortunate, but they had served their purpose well enough. The attack came, as the Jedi had expected it would. Just as Osarla readied herself, a small, explosive ball was hurled out of the darkness into the fray. Rather than a conventional fragmentation grenade, it contained a very potent gas that triggered fear, anxiety etc. Along with a feeling of breathlessness and panic of not being able to breathe, while actually being able to. Odourless and colourless, the gas could be absorbed through the pores and inhaled.

The target was, of course, her Padawan. Based on what the Cyborg had felt, he would be significantly more vulnerable. If the grenade happened to be hurled back to her, Enyo would not be particularly inconvenienced. She could handle a bit of shrapnel, if it exploded in close proximity to her.

In one fluid motion, Enyo had levelled her shotgun towards the Jedi Master with lightning-fast reflexes and squeezed the trigger. A single cartridge was filled with a dozen burning shards that could travel at a ridiculous speed. Ideal for piercing armour. And countering lightsabre-wielders.

 

[Miri Nimdok]

Tag: Vector Monk​

The ghost glared at Vector as he walked right through him, then seemed to almost sigh in defeat. "I trust you are a man of your word, Mr. Monk," he said.

Of course, he didn't trust him at all. This was the man who had tried to bury Starlin alive, and had lured Errik Nimdok to his death.

Vector presented him with a gleaming holocron. The ghost looked at it for a few moments, then asked, "What? Do you want me to activate it for you? Is that what this is all about?"

Privately, the Professor sent a telepathic message to Miri. <Run!>

Run she did, but not away from the scene. Instead she ran back toward Vector, bringing the chase full circle. She fought through the pain in her shoulder, unholstering the Dragon's Breath from her belt. The recoil was going to hurt like hell, but if a shot or two of incendiary ammo took Vector out for good, it would be well worth it.

She was no longer concerned with whether or not she hit any of the slaves under his command. She didn't even care whether she made it home to Kyell and their babies alive. All she gave a damn about was having her revenge, no matter the cost.

Taking aim, she fired an incendiary round, hoping to set Vector and the jungle around him aflame.

 

[Henna Ashina]

SHIELD OF TYTHON | CIRCLE OF SEERS | PROSPERITY, ABOVE SELVARIS
Asmundr Varobalder | Open

Eons came and passed around them. The spot where they stood, the citadel, was was one significance for their foes. Time and time again darkness had coalesced on consecrated grounds. Henna had seen vergences before, but never one so malignantly maligned. The past shortened itself to what was relevant to them. Slaves paved each stone, placed it.

We always knew our path led here. Henna replied faintly. Tython sealed that fate.

Blood began to pool around their feet, but it was not pure. The presence of innocence could not be denied.. but there was something foul, the very nature of it wrong. From the shifting corridors, a throne rose. To the eye it was carved of onyx. Beneath it's foundation laid a mound of bones and corpses. Laughter came from nowhere and faded once more.

It seems amused we should be the ones to find this.

Glancing to her partner, she found emptiness where he stood. Then she too was taken by something akin to whiplash. Pulled through the strands of fate once more, the pair landed elsewhere. Instead of creeping scarlet, scathing golden rays bathed them. It was blinding. Then they were no longer alone. A million pairs of eyes opened to greet them, shining amber. Their garb did not place them. Spacer, jedi, peasant... all paths, converging.

Do you know them?

A pause as she tilted her head, inspecting.

I feel as I do, but I have never seen them in my life. I can sense their purpose.

 

[Vesta]

Unsainted​

Location	Selvaris
Enemies	Galactic Alliance - Valery Noble Corazona von Ascania BB-610
Allies	Brotherhood of the Maw
Equipment	Needle of Fate

This wasn't Empress Teta.

Her sulfuric eyes lingered on the Jedi's apprentice and their mechanical companion while their master cautioned the Sith on her hubris - a mistake - before her attention returned to the one that had proven herself to be an obstacle to the vision she'd seen for herself. There wasn't hope enough in the galaxy that could distract the Shi'ido from the understanding that her thread was being pulled taut, with Valery Noble poised to act as the shears to cut it short of the end, and there wasn't light enough in all the stars to blind her to the Jedi's approach. Things would have been different if this were the first time they had crossed paths, as it had been on Koros Major shortly after Tython's excursion had failed, but things were not quite so fortunate for the one lauded as the Sword of the Jedi.

"This is the end of the road."

Words uttered like an empty threat, like chimes meant to frighten off birds that rang loudly - crashing into each other in the heart of the apocalypse. There would be no hesitation in her answer, and indeed there was not. Her footfalls were silent, falling as they did into the bottomless pit that was her hunger, and she moved like fire through the shadows, life devoured by her presence like flames unseen that turned the jungle to ash with the rising intensity her red saber gave to her hateful figure, but the tear of her blade through the air was a scream that no abyss could swallow. She paid no mind to the disturbed soil that the Jedi left in her wake, cared less for the vigor the padawan gained through renewed confidence, because the crying out of Selvaris in pain under the clash of red against violet drowned even the silence out.

They thought they could best her with a farce like unity, companionship, as if it was a sensation alien to her - as if she hadn't lived a life before this day, as if she hadn't once carried a name besides Mori. She was death, now, their death, of the Jedi and the Sith, but she hadn't always been. Cords wrapped themselves around her legs in a ploy to give the padawan and her master the momentary opening that would be necessary to close the window on death even as it opened up beneath them, but the woman gave the tension around her feet little consideration beyond the recognition they deserved: the forceful change in her ankle's shape that saw her limbs narrow so that the tripwire could tighten - only for her flesh to crawl down over the outside of the cord while the portion of her legs in the way of the cord's path gave way, letting it slip through her body as she watched a lightsaber come in towards her hip from the left.

An open hand ejected telekinetic force towards the master Jedi as she turned fully, at the hip and only so, towards the padawan that moved towards her with murderous curiosity. Her red blade fell from her hands as the cord that slipped through her limbs only moments before lifted themselves up towards her newly opened hand with preternatural speed - drawn towards her like light to a great darkness. With force channeling through it she tugged to momentarily widen the loop around the approaching edge of the Jedi's blade -- only to release the cord from her grip as the opposite hand drew her own lightsaber towards it, turning her head towards the Jedi master while the tripwire dragged the padawan's blade away from cutting into her hip.

"There is no force - only death."

She leaned, if only slightly, to the side before throwing her full weight into it - towards the Sword of the Jedi - with an arcing slash of her red blade directed towards the prize she had set her eyes on.

"You are not mine."​

 

[Nyaeli]

Location: Selvaris
Attani Implant: Link!
Tag: Amani Serys

"Shut up and try, then."​

Nyaeli grinned and tightened her grip on her blade a little further, while her eyes scanned every inch of the woman's stance. Nyaeli wasn't a duelist at her very core, but she didn't need to be. The fight was meant to provoke the Jedi, and hopefully open her up to something the Aruzan is skilled at — a mental assault. The darker telepathic communication had been to test the waters, but she intended to take it a lot further.

You could barely kill a mindless creature. ​

With her grin spread on her face, she closed the distance with a burst of speed, mindful of the woman's far greater reach, and lashed out with a sweeping strike aimed across the torso. She expected it to be blocked, but it was necessary for an attempt to open up her defenses. So whether or not it got her anywhere, she quickly followed up with a similar strike along the opposite diagonal, before finally thrusting her blade towards Amani's gut.

Now you'll join it in death.​

Subtly, Nyaeli continued to test Amani's mental barriers, hoping to scratch away at whatever shield she raised to protect herself. She wanted the Jedi's mind to shatter, and drive her into forms of insanity she had never seen or experienced before. But she needed time.

 

[Anja Doreva]

ALLIES: NSO | BOTM
ENEMIES: GA | NJO
ENGAGING: Silas Westgard | Thelma Goth
GEAR: In bio

WHAT'S COMING TO ME​

The young woman was blasted backwards.

It gave Danika the space she needed. The other Jedi settled into the old Form III with which Danika was well acquainted with from her olden days as a Sith Lord.

Like lightning, not wasting time, she spun to give him the brunt of her bladework. The amethyst blade kept his busy, focusing most of her strength on those blows. It would seem like that was the blade looking for a weakness in his stalwart defence. But, just before the female Jedi rejoined the fray, the crimson blade struck at his abdomen just as she brought down her other blade again to draw his into a parry.

She wasn't fast enough to retract a blade to parry the girl's initial joining blow fully, however. Her pink blade cut into Danika's pauldron. The burn of the plasma started to come through the armour to burn her shoulder. But as that pink blade was burning into her armour, the Lady's other blade not held in place by the blow struck backwards to the girl's abdomen right behind her.

She then jerked away from the pink blade and the boy both, settling back into a defensive stance as smoke plumed out of her pauldron.

"Well played, welp."

 

[Valery Noble]

Selvaris

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Outfit: Factory Link | Necklace
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Ally Tag: BB-610 Corazona von Ascania
Enemy Tag: Darth Mori

Despite the coordination between the three of them, Mori seemed more than prepared to counter their assault. Her body twisted and shaped itself the way it had during their clash on Empress Teta, allowing her to escape Bee's cord in a way no other person ever could. It wasn't surprising that she'd use that part of her biology combatively again, but it was still almost unnerving to witness and forced all three of them to stay focused.

The Force would be her guide.

Charging in with her own assault, Valery was swiftly met with a telekinetic blast that kept her back but did very little to off-balance her or cause harm. Even the most powerful warrior could buckle when faced with multiple, coordinated opponents, so she understood what Mori was trying to do. By the time Valery engaged once more, Cora's attack had been deflected with the imbued cord Bee had tried to use, and her violet blade crashed into the Dark Voice's crimson.

The familiar hissing sound of lightsabers and colorful sparks that usually ignited the air when lightsabers clashed were all absent in the void that surrounded them, and even the glow in her eyes seemed to flicker as Mori's hunger tried to drain away the fire that burned within her. But through artifact and personal strength, Valery pushed herself through and decided to employ a trick also used during their first encounter.

In an instant, the resistance of her blade disappeared, and the entirety of Valery's body disconnected from its bonds to the world around her. She moved forward, not to engage, but to phase through her enemy and split her focus between enemies on each side. Once repositioned, Valery spun back around and used that rotational momentum to sweep her double-bladed weapon at the Dark Lord.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Maw Camp within the Vong ruins
Enemies: Auteme
Allies: Maw
Objective: 1

Unlike most foes that Kyrel have come across this one had seemed to peak his curiosity. The Wrath of the Maw had often faced opponents that fueled his hatred. The likes of Valery Noble was a notable example of a Jedi who didn't outright question him, or why he had become a monster, a blight upon the Galaxy. Yet this dark haired Jedi didn't make any sudden moves to keep up her attacks, nor did she seem to defend herself just yet. This had only caused Kyrel to stand there stunned into silence for a moment. Even as the black ooze slowly dripped from the corners of his mask he looked at her pensively.

No one has asked the questions she had dared to ask, and if it was said before it was between attacks determined to kill him. Kyrel would lower the crackling red blade, and stared at her as if trying to study her for hidden tricks, or attacks? And still she didn't make any moves to drive the conflict even deeper all the while the conflict around the two foes only seemed to intensify. Kyrel would finally start to speak venom dripping from his voice. His voice no longer human, as if conflict had forged the being from a man into an entity that fed on anger and death the same. "I am what you and my masters have made me.... I have seen the fires of hell and the cold abyss of death to emerge as not a man.... A destroyer a harbinger of the end on Jedi, Sith it does not matter. Perhaps in such a violent apocalypse I will know silence... I will know peace." He paused as he slowly raised his crackling bloodshine blade. "I was once Kyrel Ren Master of the Knights of Ren.... Now I've become Wrath the Devourer of Worlds!" He would say in a growl, and with his words the mask hybrid would open to show the inside of Kyrel's own mouth a mixture of black ooze and blood around his mouth, his teeth wrapped in it all to form sharp fangs meant to bite and tear into flesh. It was clear that what once was the Human Imperial known as Kyrel Ren was gone, and something far more monstrous had taken it's place like a parasite taking over it's host.

 

[Sion Lorray]

ALLIES | GA | NJO | Osarla Ridor | Teshi Ocano | Mrir'ik'amorn
FOES | THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW | Enyo Typhos

Sion was following instructions.

At the moment that was the best he could do. His eyes kept darting for every shadow, but already he was starting to refray his nerves. Just had to remember to breathe. One in, one out. Rince and repeat. As his lungs compressed and decompressed Sion could feel his calm returning. He wasn't back in that horrible place.

No, he was in a different horrible place, but this time he was with Master Ridor.

If there was anyone that Sion believed in it was Osarla. He drew confidence from her and as he went for the corner he almost thought it would all be entirely okay.

Then a small cylinder dropped in front of him.

Sion blinked and stepped back, having just enough presence of mind to raise up a shield. It took care of the immediate shrapnel, bouncing harmlessly against it, but causing deep rends in the walls around it. "That was close." The shield was withdrawn again and he gasped as Enyo fired her shotgun at Osarla.

Once again he raised his hand and tried to erect a barrier between the two of them.

He coughed.

Tried to breathe in and then coughed again. What? What was wrong, why couldn't he... he couldn't breathe. His hand went to his throat as Sion looked around in panic. Then he noticed the exploded grenade. Was it a bit more complicated than the usual- breathe in, lungs shuddered.

OSARLA. I CAN'T BREATH. In his panic he entered Osarla's mind forcefully. Not subtle or weak like a Padawan only could. There was more power there than there ought to be. As those words imprinted into the flesh of her mind. HELP. In his panic Sion quested for something, anything, that could help his Master take care of the threat and help him instead.

Using the Force he pulled at the walls around Enyo. Trying to expose wiring, pipes, anything that would cause an explosion in her face.

Instead Sion pulled off a pipe with gas.

Flammable.

If Osarla moved quickly anyway.