Invasion Hope Never Dies | GA Invasion of TSE held Ziost and Tiss'Sharl

[Loske Treicolt]

WE RISE
ZIOST ORBIT | ASV PROFUNDITY
GASOLINE

Their fingers couldn’t move fast enough. Whether it was on a trigger or a keyboard, they couldn’t move fast enough. One of the sithspawn dropped from the ceiling and eclipsed the entirety of Jeanne –– the one who’d wanted to run and live –– entirely in a screeching horror. Someone had shot its face too late, and both the beast and the mechanic fell lifelessly limp.

Lorn was concentrated entirely on the screen, ignoring the horrors that happened around him. Several seconds –– that felt like hours –– passed before he poked his head up and announced: “Coordinates locked and activated. The jump will happen in a matter of..” he gulped, seeing the carnage in the room for the first time. Jeanne at his feet. “Minutes.

Precisely ten. Ten minutes.”

“Let’s get OUT OF HERE!” Another tech, one of the janitorial crew, shrieked, and took the initiative to release the blast doors and start the run down the hallway.

The lines of the ship’s airlock became clear enough to make out. Maneuvering thrusters lit along the warship’s side. They clutched tighter against the hold they’d managed so far, its whole body a confusion of pain and animal panic. It couldn’t even make out the stars anymore. And even the ship it clung to was a blur. The saliva in its mouth bubbled. Boiled. A high, thin whine filled its ears, an illusion of sound where no sound was.

Even as the world began to narrow, lights going out in its peripheral vision even as the bright ship grew larger, some sensation of warning bristled its chemistry.

Incredible force enveloped it, pounding against its body in a radiant beam of everything the fire maiden had. There was so much power behind it, that the voice couldn’t consume it all. Telekinesis defied the cold interference of space and slammed against the monster.

In futility, it dug its claws into the external coating of the warship. There was no sound in space, but there would have been a terrible screeching as claws warred against metal, as it was pushed backward, backward, threatening to be pulled away and sucked into the blackness of nothingness. It had little strength, entirely exposed to the vacuum, and ultimately lost out in the war of wills and force. Thud, thud, thud, the body thundered across the hull and out of sight, deviating from its safe course against the ship into the threat of the starry eternity.

SURVIVAL | Elpsis Kerrigan

 

[Tulan Kor]

NEW IMPERIAL ORDER STORMTROOPER CORPS SPECIAL OPERATIONS BRANCH DEMON COMPANY ALLIES: NIO l GA l Irveric Tavlar l Willan Tal l Tiberius l Kal Ostan l Tycho Dune l Cotan Sar'andor l DECEASED Erskine Barran l Tiberius Enemies: TSE l Irina Volkov l Valen l Sith Dominance l Jim Martin

The man that came to talk to him went down- Tulan only stood there for a second, perhaps less so. He had no intention of checking the body. Three shots was enough, and he was confident in his ability to kill and shoot that the man going down was a good indication of his shots being true. Tulan stopped, only for a hair of a moment.

He stared for a long while, pondering what he did for a moment. The stillness of the immediate area around him was something he took note of, before leaving.

He left Jim Martin there, no reverence or special attention to the fallen given. He had no reason to stay- he simply left him there. Like so many others before.

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It took Tulan a good long while, but the New Imperial Troopers saw him first. What remained of the Imperator's Will, coming face to face with the Demon himself. It had long been a standing joke of sorts that Tulan was the Grim Reaper, or at least worked for him. But this was yet another time where the Sith had desperately tried to kill Tulan, only to fail. A Perl, an Empire, and an Alliance tried to kill Tulan.

And Tulan Kor only had scars to mark their partial successes.

The Imperator's Troopers stopped their advance, letting him walk through their lines. His rifle was dry, his magazines clattering to the floor as he let them fall from his vest. He went to the rear detachment, leaning against a piece of rubble when the fighting resumed, watching the troopers advance onward, the Imperator's will be done. He stopped, taking off his helmet, his vest, breathing freely and deeply. He leaned over, nearly falling, his hands shakily reaching inside of his vest for his cigarettes. His hands, shaken by blood loss and the wearing off of the stimulants that kept him going, tried in vain to light his cigarette.

A nearby Stormtrooper took pity on Tulan, and helped the man light his cigarette. The white-clad trooper did not stay, as an NCO stopped only for a moment to observe Tulan, watching the Demon survive.

Comms that Tulan Kor, the Demon, the Reaper- whatever you wanted to call him, had survived, gave Stormtroopers a fresh resolve. Not even the Sith's orbital bombardment could stop one man. How could they hope to stop an entire Army? Tulan rested for a moment, but when he was good and ready- he'd rejoin the fight. He just needed a few moments to close his eyes, and catch his breath. He did have a long day, after all.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

If the shadow blocks out the sun; there will be Light
If it stays till the sun is set; there will be Light
If the sun never shows its face again; there will be Light
No matter how dark this city gets; there will be...

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Zark San Tekka closed his eyes and the world fell under darkness.

Smoldering embers and debris sparked off his worn battle armor. Both Jedi Masters strained under the psychic weight of many Sith minds working in concert, all of them guided by a maestra of the dark arts. Whether the atmospheric disturbance proved too much for a star dreadnought to keep station or the Behemoth's commander lacked the same insight into the ritual's true nature Zark would never know. People's Tower was falling.

"Asmundr!"

Above them the spire collapsed bringing part of the roof down on Asmundr Varobalder . It drove the oracle to his knees and Master San Tekka could feel that same pain through their force meld's empathic bond. More of the building stripped away around them. He activated the crossguard hilt of his lightsaber in desperation and plunged its redeemed blade into the duracrete still underneath. Zark knelt behind it as if in silent communion with the Force while more shrapnel slammed against him threatening to dislodge the Jedi from the crumbling tower completely.

"Stay with me!" he groaned, "Asmundr!"

To give one's life for the Light was the ultimate service a Jedi could undertake. He was not afraid to greet death again. Sacrificing another for his righteous cause...that troubled him. If he could keep the light shining just a little longer it might keep hope alive in the hearts of those below. Maybe he could even ward some against the dark transformations triggered by Taeli Raaf and her unconventional sorcery. It would mean the end for him of course.

It would also mean the end for Asmundr. His friend.

Forgive me.

New Adasta's star burned out. Internal structure no longer stable enough to support the tower's own weight finally triggered a complete collapse shortly thereafter. Cloudscraper debris rained down into Central District flooding the streets with even more smoke and ash. Most of the remaining Defense Force command staff were already responding to their own evacuation orders yet not everyone underneath made it clear in time. When the dust finally began to clear only the foundations of People's Tower remained.

Amidst that wreckage there was a shimmering blue barrier.

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Onboard Alliance One, Ziost Orbit
Allies: TSE
Enemies: GA/NIO - Michael Sardun (Engaging)
Gear: Armour | Dual Blades

The masked Sith growled when Sardun intercepted the blade. Of course, the infuriating Jedi Master had managed to stir at the last moment. Whatever had caused him to freeze prior hadn’t been enough to keep him completely unaware. However, Moirai wasn’t about to let that stop her.

Using forward momentum, and the fact she was standing against Sardun who was kneeling, Moirai pushed the blade deeper. Through the flesh of her opponents hand, through the other side of his gauntlet and towards his visor. It became increasingly difficult as the seconds drew on, but if Moirai had for a moment to think beyond just wanting to stab the Jedi, she would’ve realized what Sardun was up to.

Ironically, it was Vaylin that had seen what Moirai couldn’t.

Ever since Sardun had used the Light to bolster his attacks, the voice within the Sith had started to become vocal. From the deep recesses she had been locked away within, Vaylin chastised and mocked...essentially herself. The powerful, but hollow shell that had been formed from Carnifex’s imperfect ritual.

Moirai had tuned out what Sardun was saying, until the last moment when she felt a sense of alarm from Vaylin.

Trap!

She felt her blade reach it’s mark within the shadows of the Jedi’s helmet, but at the same time a large gauntlet lashed out and wrapped around her throat. Moirai’s eyes widened beneath her mask, a second before Sardun channeled the Light through his arm.

The Zabrak screamed.

It shifted into a Force Scream, as any metal things around them began to buckle and bend in response. Sardun’s last demand became very true, as the Zabrak’s mask was quick to crack and shattered into pieces. The white flames that had been covering her eyes sputtered out, revealing a pair of deeply corrupted amber staring down at the Lord of Light. Her skin pale and cracked, darkness around her eyes.

The very spitting image of the thing Sardun desired to erase from the galaxy.

Moirai immediately tried to find leverage, in order to pry her blade from her opponent. She attempted to solidify her footing, but was countered by the simple act of Sardun standing up. He had the advantage of height, likely helped in a small way by his armour too. At his full height, Moirai was practically hanging, feet dangling just above the floor.

Pain continued to rack through the Zabrak's body. Although, unlike Sardun who tried to ignore it, Moirai thrived off it. But it was a constant back and forth, Darkness fighting against Light. Physically, it felt like she had been thrown into a pool of magma, and it was burning her from the inside out. If she had been hit by something like this early on; when the ritual was still changing her, it would’ve obliterated her. But it had long since fused with the Zabrak, becoming just as stubborn as she was.

As the Light continued to eat away at the Dark, it in turn twisted the pain and agony into power. Bolstered by the death and destruction on Ziost’s surface, the Dark was able to hold the Light at bay within Moirai, in a game of tug of war. However, time was working against the Sith. If this remained unchanged for too long, she was going to practically implode from the influx of energy.

Begrudgingly, Morai accepted an idea from Vaylin. Despite wanting to be rid of her, even Moirai wasn’t arrogant enough to refuse advice at a moment like this.

She swung her right leg up, planting her metal foot against Sardun’s thigh. Then the left followed with the other leg. The blade dug into the Lord of Light’s eye twisted, as Moirai effectively hung off it and his stranglehold. She began to climb, one foot after another as she used her flexibility and athleticism to ascend up Sardun’s armoured body. Her legs bending together as she eventually stopped somewhere between the Jedi’s stomach and upper chest.

Immediately, Morai began to pull against the sword. Deliberately twisting and turning it to deal more damage to not just her opponent’s eye, but his hand too. The Force Scream had since died down, not out of weakness, but out of concentration. Moirai’s gritted teeth formed into a manic grin as she stared into his shadowed eyes. The veins in the Sith’s face began to shift, turning green like a sickly ichor.

A stalemate settled for what felt like an age. As Morai put all her effort in pulling, while Sardun tried to remain resolute in his stance. Bit by bit, the Sith could feel the Light getting the edge every passing second. In a last ditch effort, the Zabrak let out a mighty and painful roar, finally yanking her jagged blade free of Sardun’s body. Prying herself from his armoured grip, the Sith went flying backwards, striking the ground hard and rolling across the room. Even with adrenaline coursing through her body, Moirai knew she was done. The Light had damaged her too much, if she attempted to continue this engagement...she’d die. With what strength she had left, Moirai drew upon her Netherworld connection once more. Eyes lightning up in white flame, as she threw her hand towards Sardun, projecting a wide mass of fire in his direction.

A second later an explosion echoed out. By the time the Jedi Master could disperse the fire, Moirai was gone. The door he had previously locked had been blasted open, the smoking embers still burning around the edges.

 

[Vexander Graves]

Seto du Couteau || Brama Tagge || Jax Thio
Engaging: Lark

The sorrow that this young man felt... the sadness and pain... just the right recipe to fill someone's mind with madness and their heart with darkness. From what Vexander could tell, this man was actually in a weird predicament... his words clearly stated that the love of his siblings was with him... and yet he said that such love was taken away from him.

Vexander knew very well, that such contradiction only meant that they had passed away, but that their memory still remained with him one way or another. To see such devotion to them was actually something that moved every fiber on the man, but unfortunately, this being was quite adamant on his path and wouldn't just nudge to one side or the other.

Still... this redheaded fellow was missing something... there was something that he was not accounting for and Vex didn't know if it was his place to point it out but he figured that during the next exchanges perhaps he might be able to plant the seed that would steer him to the right direction... or not?

"And yet... even at this point, the light is reaching out to you and giving you a chance right here and right now" Vexander began to approach slowly still with his lightsaber ready but avoiding sudden movements "Circumstances have been grim for you, I do not doubt that... it has been hard for a lot of us in this vast galaxy" the man got just a couple of meters from him and placed his lightsaber hilt in the red beam of pure energy that his enemy's lightsaber was wielding and clashed with his own releasing a few sparks "But do not allow them to give you confusing thoughts... hear yourself and reconsider if that is what your siblings want"

His blue eyes didn't seem to show any compassion, or like he was belittling him, placing some puppy eyes in this situation wouldn't help anyone, instead; he was determined and his gaze was trying to pierce through his soul "You say that your world was taken from you... and that you want to be reunited with them... and yet, you fight over and over again instead of choosing to join them right now or during the previous other battles you have had, you want people to feel sad and to understand you but you most likely would be amazed at the hundreds of people that you have indirectly lead to your same predicament already... and where has that lead you? Do you feel any better now? Believe me... you never will be down this path"

The man would have disengage his cyan blade, but he couldn't since it was ignited based on the pressure that his palm had against the hilt... still, it was a good idea to keep the blade around for defense in case that he had to.

"Your demeanor, how you talk and the respect that you show to an enemy... there is more of than meets the eye, and I am sure that is what your siblings always saw in you and what THEY loved about you"

The man stopped, and just remained in his toes... he thought about his words carefully and he tried for them to pass through but it was not really likely that they would have effect at this moment, instead... it would be a seed planted that would give him a chance or that would make him spiral down even deeper in grief and in his own obscure thoughts and emotions... either way, the bearded man waited for the reaction of this man.

​

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[Suri Vullen]

「 You're gonna wake the beast Hide your soul out of his reach 」 ECLIPSE TEAM 76TH PATHFINDER REGIMENT GALACTIC ALLIANCE ARMED FORCES Sol Stazi | OPEN TO OPPOSITION

"Well aint this just a party!"

The cheeky remark from Stansy tore her eyes away from the datapad she was assessing. More rangers had appeared in the distance. Suri held her breath as she watched them come closer, step by step. Facial features became apparent, and Suri's gaze probed for the one who mattered most to her. When she found the woman, a warm smile crossed the corellian's face. Her sister, even covered in dust and soot, still held the angelic glow that came so naturally. It fit her softness.

Suri broke into a bolting stride, covering the ground between them. She met the mirror of herself with a tight embrace. There were no words for knowing she was safe. The medic had given up everything to follow her sister to the defense force, and should be injured while in the field, Suri wasn't sure she could ever forgive herself.

"Ayana," she breathed. "I was so worried."

The words were full of raw emotion that had been building. Pain, grief, anguish. They had seemed insurmountable nigh five minutes ago. Yet with her sisters arrival, one thing shone through to overshadow them all: hope.

Finally releasing the embrace, Suri clumsily wiped away the tears that had been sitting at the surface for hours. Many eyes were on the pair, slight smiles and adoration visible on the soldier's faces. The twins were day and night, yin and yang, but beloved by those who served alongside them. The bond showcased was a reminder of what it was to be human, even in war.

"Well, you lot done staring?" She asked with a feigned toughness, though it was easy to see through. "Let me catch you new arrivals up. Evac zone goin across the city. Make your way there if you need to, no one will hold it against you. The rest of us are staying. We'll win this war, or we'll go down in the books for being the biggest bantha brains there ever were. The later aint really an option to me. Divvy up into your teams- we can't give em time to catch their breath. Those who are down to a few, Lieutenant can move you to work with another. Wounded- give me just a minute with my sister, and then she's all yours. We'll move in fifteen."

The command spurred action. Shuffling around them ensued as the orders were carried. Suri's gaze flickered back to her sister once more, her brown furrowing.

"How you holding up? You look a right mess." She paused, before continuing. "Ayana, I want you to go. Take the wounded and get them out. I cant guarantee we'll make it home, but I need to know you're safe."​

 

[DT-0800]

Objective: 3
Allies: DECEASED Erskine Barran
Enemies: The Amalgam

DT watched as the bombs dropped, his grip still on the monster’s spine. The cold and ruthless face still stared down at the bloody mess that was the Amalgam. Watching as the fire rained all around him. Consuming almost everything in its path. Streets and buildings covered in flames. Forming a ring around the two adversaries.

When the Amalgam tried to send a hold of lightning towards him. The Battle Droid stood, taking the bolts of electricity. The rest of his living tissue. Burning off as he still kept a firm grip. Even as the fire inched closer around them. Encroaching and consuming all DT didn’t feel fear, incapable of being afraid it let go of the mangled being. This time looking down at her and raising the palm of the metallic digits that shown through the flesh.

Looking down upon her, a blast of plasma energy came from the palm. Despite her healing from the buckshot. The plasma would take much longer to heal from. The blasts that came in the form of a red hue. Started to affect her internal organs, as well as the base of her skull. While her regeneration would appear. For now he would simply leave her body in such a damaged state that it would be hard. Even on this war torn battlefield for even the likes of her to bounce back from.

DT remained still as he kept firing. The fire getting so close, he could feel the heat. The bombers making yet another run. Be it if he made it out of the situation intact made little to no difference. Even now as he kept the Sithspawn on his sights there was only the mission to complete.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

ZIOST ORBIT | ASV UNNAMED
Equipment: Armour, Rifle, Grenades, Sidearm, Sabre, Ion Paddle Beamer, Cryo-Ban Gun.
Loske Treicolt

They were not fast enough. The Sithspawn were there. Diona's Cylix bolt pistol blew off the head of the beast. Too late to keep it running Melanie through with a spike. She fell to the ground. Lorn gave the word. They had ten minutes. A tech took the initiative to override the door controls and raced down the hallways. "Move!" Nyssa shouted.

Where they went, the beasts followed. They came from seemingly everywhere. Sithspawn burst from the ceiling, and charged them from the corridors. Tactics and formations gave way to a naked struggle for survival. Rhea leaped upon a Sithspawn that had ambushed one of their techs. With a blood-curdling scream emanating from her throat, she drove her blade it into it while a torrent of lightning burst from her free hand and directly into its skull.

When it stopped moving, she grabbed the tech, who winced when she inadvertently zapped her. "Run!" the Rattataki growled and the tech quickly did so A Sithspawn lacerated Rhea's thigh and she had to spin to defend herself and slice through it. Blood and gore showered her.

Celaena was screaming something in her native tongue. The others just heard the screams and felt the scorching heat as she projected fire in every direction, scorching her friends but burning mutated monstrosities to a crisp. The screaming stopped and she dropped to one knee. Reverence dashed forward to cover her and haul her up. Her repeating blaster was smoking as she fired. They were trapped amidst the hordes. Even Vagt had been seized by an abomination. With a savage war cry and a flurry of curses, Nyssa tried to force her way through.

Wielding her lightsabre like a claymore, she cut down abominations or simply punched them with her Phrik hand as she tried to create an opening. Then her comrades heard a roar of agony and fury when the poisoned spike of a beast stabbed through her. The roar was enough to send the beast careening into a wall, but she was down. Reverence and Sienn were trying to provide cover for the technicians. Their blasters fashioned a hailstorm as they pounded beasts. But their ammunition was running low.

Shikoba had stood on the sidelines, trying to help where possible. She saw her comrades being grabbed, injured and encircled. She saw the bodies of dead Sithspawn and crew members. You can raise them, the voice dead. No, she thought immediately. She had vowed not to. You've done it before. This is different.

There was the flash of light, the sound of a blade tearing through flesh as Diona cut down an abomination and before smashing others with a barrier to send them careening into their brethren, only for a Sithspawn to descend and envelope her throat, even as she struggled and tried to throw it off.

And then the Vashyada made her decision. Retracting a gauntlet, she drew a knife and cut the open palm of her hand, while chanting. Necrotic energies flowed from her. She could hear the spirits chanting, sneering and yelling at her. Corpses rose from the floor. Their eyes glowed with a fierce blue fire. And they fell upon the Sithspawn.

The surviving crew members and more than a few of her own comrades looked upon the ghastly scene with shock. Then they realised the opportunity it presented. "Push through!" Nyssa yelled, breathing laboured and in pain. Shikoba looked like she was in trance, lost in the embrace of death. The scores of spectral essences thundered inside her mind. Then Reverence grabbed her forcefully and shook her. "Move, Ghosttalker!" The Vashyada reeled and her ears suffered when the Dahomian flung a grenade into a creature's mouth, but she bolted.

More beasts came, but they pushed through the corridor and towards the hangar, which was now a blazing inferno. The carnage inside the remains of the hangar, as well as the gaping hole seemed to deter the beasts a bit. Yet the squad members had to magnetise their boots to keep themselves from being pulled into the void. Moreover, it was exerting pressure upon their shuttle. "We need to close the hole!"

"I just need a moment," pained, tired-sounding Zhaleh exclaimed.
"Team, cover her," Vagt ordered.
The Qadiri passed her rifle to Lorn. "Here." The officer's hands were a bit shaky, but he took the offered gun. He soon had cause to put it to use as Sithspawn appeared at the door. Perhaps it was Melanie's cries of agony he heard when he fired a burst into it. Force energies rippled from Diona, temporarily holding beasts in stasis so her comrades could blast or burn them. But even her energy was dwindling.

While her comrades tried to shield her, Zhaleh called upon her Zari. She lacked her superior's talent for fire and raw destruction, but had an inherent aptitude for ice. Where fire destroyed, ice preserved. The heat that permeated the hangar made her sweat. "Hurry up, sis!" Celaena shouted over the cacophony of battle, fire sweeping from her.

Zhaleh focused, finding her centre amidst the firestorm. And as the temperature dropped, ice spread from her. It took all her focus, but her powers shaped the ice into a wall around the hall, temporarily sealing it. "Go!"

Pursued by Sithspawn, the Champions and what was left of the crew raced to the shuttle. Vagt, Diona and an injured Nyssa remained at the hatch, firing at pursuing beasts until everyone was aboard. Diona slammed the hatch shut on a Sithspawn beast. Sano hastened to the cockpit. Taking the controls, she deftly steered the transport out into the void. Sithspawn that had latched onto it were blasted. The blood of an arachnid was splattered against the shuttle's hull when she rammed it. The vessel shot away from the battleship, just as the Profundity went on its final voyage, shooting towards a broken wreck drifting in space.

Vagt made a headcount of the survivors. Nyssa was in pain from the poison. Indeed, she had dropped down to a knee and was panting. Deep inside, she was feeling frantic, but forced herself not to show it. She tried to comm Elpsis and it failed. She accessed scans, but there was nothing. "Where is she?!" she yelled.

Shikoba looked like she was in trance. Sweat dripped down her face and her features showed she was under strain. "The Phoenix's light is flickering. She is in pain and need. I sense her, but I cannot locate her alone."

Diona looked stoic as she stared out into the void. Doubt crept inside her mind. The ship shook as it felt the after-effects of a huge explosion. Finally, she made her decision. "Meld with me," she suggested or rather ordered, taking ahold of Shikoba's hand as her mind reached out to her.

xxx

"Warning, oxygen leak. 35% remaining..."

There was no sound in space.

And it was deathly cold.

The abomination had been sent flying into the darkness of the void. Perhaps it would survive, perhaps not. Elpsis had little cause for elation. The ship was preparing for a jump. There was a sudden jolt as it was thrown into motion and sped towards a wreck. Elpsis tried to jump. Not quite successfully. Debris slammed into her. With enough force to smash bones and fling her into the void. Commlink busted, air supply dropping rapidly. Lovely.

"...30% remaining..."

Space was big and lonely. The void swallowed her. Amidst the endless vastness of space, she was tiny. Just a small flame that becoming weaker by the moment.

"...25% remaining..."

Dimly, she could sense her squadmates. She could not sense how many were left or where they were, but she could feel them. That made it fine. She told herself that they were alive and she had done her part. It was all a soldier could ask for.

"...20% remaining..."

She blotted out the warning and the ones that came after, floating aimlessly in the darkness. Perhaps she was starting to feel delirious, but she could not help notice how beautiful space looked, even with all the carnage going on around her.

"...15% remaining..."

A starfighter exploded not far away from her. She could not tell whether it was an Alliance or Sith-Imperial one. Either way, the explosion and the shower of debris gave her a hard push, and she drifted away further and further. Her air tank had sustained even more damage, depleting her air supply even more quickly.

It would be the right end for a soldier. She had done her duty. She thought of her mothers - biological and adoptive - and of her sisters. Perhaps she would see her birth mother Coryth in the Nether again. She could tell her all the things she had failed to do in life - and never let go of her.

"...5% remaining..."

Jedi breath control techniques helped - a bit. She lost track of how long she had drifted in space. Far away, the Profundity slammed into a ship wreck with tremendous force. Explosions rocked the Alliance vessel as fires broke out across the ship and it was consumed by a blazing inferno.

The counter reached zero and her air supply died like the Profundity. She could not breathe and the pain she was in made it extremely difficult to even bubble herself. She was in agony and suffocating. The void devoured her. She had lost consciousness by the time the Emberdawn's tractor beam seized her and pulled her into the light.

 

[Okkeus Dainlei]

Objective: Beat up some Acolytes
Allies: Auteme | Aaran Tafo | Kisaku Oroken
Enemies: Saket Keane | Alisteri Haxim | Alina Tremiru
Items: Lightsaber, Robe, Pistol

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It seemed if he was going to have the upper hand.

As one of the Acolytes had broken off to engage one of his fellow Jedi, he started to increase the blade pressure on the remaining Sith. The white blade was now retracted, leaving only the blue blade to combat his opponent. With two hands firmly gripping the hilt, he pushed forward on the blade, hoping it would knock the Acolyte back.

Though it maybe wasn't all his doing, the Acolyte did break off from the clashing sabers.

Small and faint clicks and hisses were heard coming from the Sith. The Jedi stood there, blade raised, ready for anything. Slowly the helmet opened up, revealing the face of his enemy. Only for a few seconds though. What soon followed was an inferno of flames shooting out of the Sith's mouth.

Panicking, he quickly dropped to one knee, trying to get below the flame. It wouldn't be enough though. A small force barrier would be made by him, hoping to block some of the flame. The barrier, along with his robe, did the trick for a small amount of time. Yet the flame still roared towards him. Intense heat was fealt through the barrier, starting to burn his face. The inferno blew past his robe, catching part of it on fire. Soon his legs and arms would start to receive small burns.

What was starting to look like a fiery death turned into a quickly dispersed flame. Slowly looking up he now noticed Aaran shooting back a flame of his own, right towards the Acolyte. He thanked the Jedi through their force meld. Also through this, he sent some force energy towards the knight's way, trying to give him that extra strength. It looked like the Jedi were going to win this fight.

Then he heard Auteme.

Turning around he saw one of the Acolytes starting to attack her. He knew that she wouldn't want to attack back. Something had to be done. It was time to finish this fight once and for all. Running their direction he reached his hand outward, sparks starting to bounce off of it again. A light-blue stream of lightning shot out from his fingers, heading straight for the Acolyte.

While the lightning raced forward, the lightsaber in his opposite hand revelaed the second blade. Now the blue and white swords of energy prepared to be slashed into the Sith, hopefully taking them out. Before his attack, he whispered underneath his breath.

"This is for everything. The force will be light once again."​

 

[Ayana Vullen]

DULCET
ECLIPSE TEAM | 76TH PATHFINDER REGIMENT | GALACTIC ALLIANCE ARMED FORCES
PDLIF

It was pretty negligible what was underfoot as she limped the distance between herself and the rest of the Pathfinders. Bodies, debris, discarded weapons, stim packs –– it didn't really matter. The only thing that mattered was the solace in knowing Suri's stubbornness had kept her alive.

The embrace was silent, only pronounced through the puff of materials between them in a collision of affection.

"How you holding up? You look a right mess."

"We look a right mess. You're not much better."

"Ayana, I want you to go. Take the wounded and get them out. I cant guarantee we'll make it home, but I need to know you're safe."

Their world darkened with the suggestion. A shadow that hovered at the fore of their minds. A mutual experience of strain traversing through the innate connection they had from birth. As kids, they'd coined it as The Twinness. It sounded cool then, and as they got older it sounded sillier. Especially to a medical professional. But they kept it, maybe just to keep the silliness alive.

Ayana shook her head, a voiceless demonstration of denial. She might have been a physical replica of Suri, but she wasn't as strong. She was significantly more afraid of breaking the rules (maybe from the years of academia), but she'd left that behind. She'd left that behind to join Suri on the Stygian Campaign.

"I can't..I'll--" her brain searched for something responsible to do. Even with her denial, her voice was shaky.

Suri was always so strong. So emboldened and charged by duty and what she thought was right. She thought much of others, her men, Ayana, but didn't realize thinking about herself and self-preservation would have a wider impact on those she loved. If she stayed, she risked death. If she left, she could live. Ayana just had to built up the nerve to tell Suri what she already knew, but needed to hear. Give those words volume.

Her breath hitched, lodging at the back of her throat at the implications of the Major's non-guarantee. She wanted to object, say all this to her mirror, but she was looking at a face of stone. And stone was...very dense inside.

She couldn't tell her no.

"I won't leave you. You either come with me, or I come with you. But whatever it is, it's together. I ––" she stopped short of mentioning how much she'd given up to be here. It went without saying and it was an unnecessary guilt trip.

Quickly, she hoisted her pack from her shoulder and smashed it into the ready arms of a nearby sergeant. On her person, she maintained only the basics. "If we stay, I can check on the wounded when we're back. In the meantime, you've got this, right Raider? Here, if anyone has an open wound you –– if anything's broken ––" her instructions were quick while she worked, realizing how little time they had to transfer information and for Suri to do whatever she was going to do.

"What are you..what are we planning to get done down here?"

A thunderclap sounded in the distance, dust pluming into the atmosphere over the blossoms of fire peppered throughout the ruins of New Adasta.

ALLIES | GA | NIO | NJO | Suri Vullen | Sol Stazi
ENEMIES | TSE | Sith Dominance

 

[Sol Stazi]

ECLIPSE TEAM
76TH PATHFINDER REGIMENT
GALACTIC ALLIANCE ARMED FORCES
Suri Vullen Ayana Vullen

​

A grizzled duros warrior staggered away from the bombed out wrecks of Sith Imperial support craft and their slaughtered crew. Major Stazi clutched at the scorch wound on his side. This must be what getting old feels like. He tried to remember an operation that had gone more sideways but couldn't think of any. Maybe Lothal. Down to his last power cell.

"Eclipse Team respond," he tried his busted comlink again to no avail, "Profundity respond. Karabast!"

Hiking to the nearest evac site provided a kind of surreal landscape view that only brutal war could. What had once been just weeks ago a thriving metropolis of the Sith Empire was now a corpse. Sol trudged through rubble and broken bodies. Burnt out husks of GADF and Sith Legion walkers frozen in their death throes passed him by. Leading a speartip recon unit did not often afford him these kinds of rear echelon sights.

He only had to fire his blaster once. A dying New Imperial stormtrooper begged to be put out of his misery and Stazi was only too happy to oblige.

"Declare yourself!" a stern voice finally challenged, "Where the hell did he come from?"

Marines surrounded him aiming blaster rifles. One held an underslung repeating cannon which could certainly rip him apart in a flash.

"Eclipse Actual reporting in. Mission accomplished."

"Dank ferrik, you're the only one that made it?"

"What do you mean?" the major asked, "My team hasn't mustered at the rally?"

"You're the first pathfinder I've seen walk out of New Adasta alive."

Karabast.

Sol gazed between the U-Wing transports and crumbling city. He grimaced in pain. Mission failure was not an option. Leaving his entire team for dead on Ziost sure as hell qualified. Defiant embers burned within the trooper's crimson eyes.

"You lost, trooper? Transports are the other way!"

"I know where I'm going."

After all he was a pathfinder.

 

[Master Zoryu]

Light in the Darkness
THE NEW JEDI ORDER

​

Zoryu gazed up at the architect of the storm with a cool clarity behind his eyes. He knew that whatever she was doing, there was more to it than a simple storm. A storm was precisely what they would have expected, but he could not see deep enough into the shadows to discern her plan. He needed to know what was going to happen so that he could more easily help avoid it. When she had finished speaking, Zoryu urged the obrak forward a bit and spoke in a loud voice. "It is only a matter of time before this battle has concluded... Lay down your arms and renounce the Sith and your lives will be spared," he began, "it is never too late to turn back from the path of darkness."

The old Jedi Master was not quite sure if he believed that. He had seen Sith repent before, return to the light, but Taeli Raaf had been responsible for unspeakable evil. Even as he considered this, black lightning arced out of the storm that had been conjured. His eyes widened in surprise and summoned all of his strength. But the lightning was not intended for him. It streaked off into the distance and made contact with an Alliance soldier who writhed for a moment in agony before rearing back and exploding into one of the monstrosities that Taeli had set her mind to creating.

The old man whipped back around. It was clear he would not be accepting any surrenders on the battlefield today and so, like a lightning rod, he thrust his staff into the air and caught the next bolt. He strained against the power he had captured and drew it into himself. Like poisoned water diluting over a bed of moss, he took the evil inside himself and could feel the metamorphosis as his will won out and the energy was changed. His eyes flared with energy for a moment and he returned fire. A blast of kinetic force energy surged out from his body, sweeping away objects in his vicinity.
​

​

The effort made him sway for a moment, but he regained his composure, and when the next arc of lightning jetted out in search of a new target, he launched into the air, off of the obrak's back, and made connection once more with the dark side power. Zoryu took a greater amount of energy into his body this time, but instead of sending it back in the form of a shockwave he lifted his hand toward the sky and let the lightning leave his body in a white, purified form. The lightning dissipated harmlessly into the sky, the light side shielding him from the intended effects. With far more grace than a being of his age should have had he landed back on the ground and stared up at the sorcerers.

He would redirect as much of this lightning as he could until they came forward and tried to stop him. He hoped it would buy the Alliance enough time to realize what was going on and react. Some of the lightning that escaped would no doubt alert them, as one of the Sith monoliths that he saw created had already darted off in search of a target.​

 

[Shoma Ike]

Shoma of Atrisia - Junior Representative of the Planet Atrisia
Jedi Kimono | Sasori Circlet | Lightsaber
Accompanying: Senator Ju Li Kim of Atrisia
Lost In The Sauce: GA | NIO | Aerarii Tithe | Open Tag
Is The Sauce: TSE | Ingrid L'lerim | Open Tag

The door to the diplomatic residence popped open.

The Atrisian woman rose from out of her chair, clutching to an older hold-out blaster. Then, she relaxed as the familiar but haggard-looking teen sagged into the doorway.

"Took you long enough," the senator admonished lightly.

Leaning against the doorframe, the disheveled Atrisian just gave a half-hearted shrug. "You know how it is," he offered breathlessly. "Constituents everywhere."

Tibana gas vapors were trailing in from the open corridor behind him. As the sound of blasters began to grow louder, the boy craned his head back into the hall for a moment. When he glanced back, he offered merely, "Senator, may I escort you to the escape pod?"

The demure matriarch stood, still holding to her blaster as she proceeded toward the door. After the pair had exited out of the diplomatic quarters and into the ship proper, the woman casually remarked, "I think protocol demands that I should escort you, Highness,"

The boy just gave a slight nod of his head. "Yes, well," the youth intoned wearily, adjusting his grip of the lightsaber that he carried. As the two rounded the corridor and continued onward through the massive diplomatic courier, he said, "How about I watch your back and you watch mine?"

Probably not the most regal statement ever made. But, it was what it was.

"An agreeable compromise," the senator noted stoically, as Shoma motioned on ahead toward their designated escape pod.

Had the Vice Chancellor ever left the bridge? It occurred to the teen then that he hadn't seen the man since the two had crossed paths earlier.

It was a lovely ship. He hoped Tithe didn't intend to go down with it.

 

[Arctus Silmar]

The Shaper

The Iron Crown|| Whilstone of Prowess|| Whilstone of Acuity || Whilstone of Power||
Acharn|| Urfael|| Mithralian || Empyrean Gland
Voice Sample

The Shaper's eyes alighted with malignant satisfaction as pain and anguish racked Fel's body. Even as they both lashed out at one another, baring their wrath and blades upon the other as the ceaseless devotion of a broken, twisted man of iron raged defiantly against the implacable, ancient fury of millennia untold. Hissing, burning fury drove into the Shaper's armor, pushing through to scorch and sear at his flesh. His teeth gritting even as Urfael found purchase in Fel's side. The liquid laminanium writhing and burying into his skin as was it's purpose. Drawing the Iron Executor's blood upon the blade as The Shaper noted the approach of Kainan. Hastily withdrawing Urfael from Fel's side to raise a gauntleted hand. His pain fueling his application of Tutaminis, empowering it, as he snarled in defiance, eyes glowering with defiant hate as he held the young knight's blade in his gripped, armor-clad hand.

Using the Force to propel himself away from the duo, if only by a meter or so with what energy he could spare, The Shaper met Rurik's expulsion of energy with an upraised hand. Using the energy absorbed from Kainan's own lightsaber to form a barrier about himself, denying the whirling gale of punishing energy he unleashed. The Whilstones already beginning to work in tandem to heal and mend his injured body, even as his chest began to heave with exertion, and his eyes flitted about in unseen calculations as he maintained the barrier about himself. Only for his vision to fall to Urfael, still dripping with blood, even as the tiny shard of liquid laminanium no doubt began to worm their way through Rurik's body toward his heart and brain, lungs and stomach, targeting any and all vital organs they could.

A slow, inspired smile of understanding spread across The Shaper's tired features, a low chuckle leaving him as he raised his gaze to the two knights. Before simply beginning to fade away, folding space between himself and Acharn, still across the Alliance One on the transport he had arrived in. Falling to a knee once within the familiar darkness, a marine stationed to maintain their access point ran to him. Only for The Shaper to speak as he adjusted himself into a meditating position. "Contact our forces, order them to fall back for extraction." A fierce, wicked smile painted The Shaper's lips as the marine relayed the order, and he lifted Urfael up, using a small expression of the Force to gather Rurik's blood from the blade into a small, hovering orb before himself. His eyes as twin, blazing orange suns in the darkness of the boarding shuttle as he couldn't help but laugh a deep, joyous laughter. Rurik's blood beginning to glow as he spoke to himself.

"It seems we have been met with an unexpected success far more useful than the deaths of politicians. Far more... precious." The Shaper was vaguely aware of the remaining marines loading into other shuttles, and the now-reduced number of Sith Knights escorting them. The shuttles beginning to extract themselves and return to the orbital blockade of Ziost as The Shaper gazed intently into the softly-glowing crimson orb before him. Stretching and manipulating the liquid mas as he began to chant a minor ritual to maintain the blood's liquid state. "His gaze falling back to gaze upon the Alliance One as the Dark Side swirled about him, uttering a final murmur equal parts inspired vision and near-promise to the Lord Executor. "The Dark Moon shall feed on Fel blood very soon."

 

[Seela Leini]

Location: Space - Ziost System
Call Sign: Dancer Ten
Allies: TSE
Enemies: GA (Siloh Riain Len Vert Leon Gallo Teica Giraan ) │ NIO

Nwûl tash. Dzwol shâsotkun.

For the starpilot of the Dark, passion permeated her existence. Ever since she emerged from her exowomb, emotions had defined her life, devotion to her Eternal Father, the pain of loss, the humiliation of defeat, and most sought after, the ecstasy of victory. She knew no other way of living, no such thing as peace or death. There was only life, then salvation or damnation.

Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk.

Such fiery passions, painful though they often were, had led to her growth. In defeat and loss, she had found the will to perfect her craft. Above Generis, Tantalus had taken the lives of many of her brothers and sisters. To mourn, she had paid tribute to their sacrifice via constant practice, long hours spent in the simulator and in study, honoring the devotion in how they had led their brief lives and so that she would be skilled enough to prevent such a tragedy from happening again.

Tyûkjontû châtsatul nu midwan.

In striving to perfect her craft, the Twi’lek had uncovered strength, which she had translated into power over life and death amidst the cold void. Power to inflict her will upon those unwilling, the heretic, the traitor, and the barbarian. Such uncivilized beings who she had condemned to eternal damnation, of which the starpilot within the X-Wing in front of her machine, was next.

Midwanjontû châtsatul nu asha.

SV-2121 followed the X-Wing in another dive, her hunger for victory driving her actions as she lined up her interceptor’s chin with the bandit. Now positioned in a pure pursuit directly behind the X-Wing, she aimed for the engines. Then, she willed her cannons to cast their energized fury into space, four magenta bolts intended to either destroy or disable the X-Wing.

Ashajontû kotswinot itsu nuyak.

Her body quivered as the Darkness flowed into her soul, embraced with her whole heart as ur-Kittât flowed from her lips. In that moment, she felt a weight lift off of her chest, the sting of her fallen brothers and sisters, their sacrifice not forgotten, but absolved. While true freedom would only come when she killed the Howlrunner, the Twi’lek knew that she would be ready to meet him directly, when the time came.

Wonoksh Qyâsik nun.

Now, only an aspiration, but one that was firmly within her grasp.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Tuk’ata-class Sith-Imperial Hyper Interceptor
  • Cargo and Pilot Gear
    • Sith-Imperial Armada Flight Suit Mk. II
    • “Judicator” Adaptive Battle Rifle
  • Universal Hypervelocity Mass Driver Missile / Warhead Launcher (2)
    • Diamond Boron Missile
    • Brilliant Missile

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Location: Prosperity
Objective Two: Preservation of Liberty
Action: Taking Cover and Protecting Others
Equipment: REC-EVS/01 "Sohei" - Pattern Electro-Vibrosword
Attire

|| Brama Tagge | Vexander Graves | Jax Thio | Lark ||​

Seto turned his body around when he heard the sound of twisted metal threatening to pierce through. Moments was all it took for the door to burst apart, metal projectiles were flung into the situation room along with the remains of the door. His hand moved away from the hilt of his blade, instead it stretched out to grab the Senator’s Aide Dash and yank him down behind cover and Seto.

“Get down.” All Seto managed to shout in the split second.

It was almost like instinct as he stretched out with his other hand to project a Force barrier to cover Senator Tagge. He couldn’t just Force grab the Senator, nor was it possible to catch the debri being flung inside the room. This was the next best thing to create a barrier to deflect any incoming twisted shards of metal and protect the other Senator.

Just as quickly as the debri was launched into the Situation room, the immediate danger passed and Seto dissipated the Force barrier. His eyes widened at the realization of what just happened, it didn’t matter that there was a Sith fighting with anger and fury that even Non-Force Sensitives could feel, but Seto had just used the Force. He quickly attempted to mask himself, to disappear in the Force with the help of the hatred that was being used as fuel to fight against Master Graves.

Looking back to make sure the Aide was okay, no sign of blood escaping from the body, Seto gave the young man a nod and a reassuring smile. As reassuring as Seto could be given the present situation, how the Sith managed to move through The Prosperity with impunity was rather spectacular. Maybe if we survive I’ll introduce a new Defense Budget Bill that includes better Security for the Jedi Order. Seto carefully peeked from his cover behind one of the computer terminals and kept his right hand on his sword’s hilt.

“It’s rather quite rude to not wait for a response after knocking at the door.” Seto spat venomously, his lips trembled as it changed between a snarl and a smile. He hadn’t realized that he was capable of defending others in spite of possible ramifications down the line if he was exposed. For the moment Seto took the chance to collect himself and make sure none of the nearby Jedi not able to detect his Force Signature and hoped they were distracted by the Sith literally at their doorstep. A slight worry though approached his mind as he realized that more Sith troops could follow. His hand clenched and hoped he needn't to use more of the Force for the moment and future moments to come.

Making me care this much. . . I guess sis was right, I’m getting softer.
​

 

[The Amalgam]

Effigy didn't understand how DECEASED Erskine Barran could still fight. The man just would not stay down.

After a while, Effigy questioned why she herself couldn't quite put him down. She had clearly learned his style. The final round of data she had just gotten should be enough to assure his death.

She wasn't certain when it had happened. Every protocol said behead him and be done with it...

And yet...

She was learning something about how Organics fought.

She came loaded with the finest sword fighter Programming Laertia could give her, yet DECEASED Erskine Barran was finding weird little exploits that she couldn't comprehend. Something new he would make up on the spot, even when she tried to cut him to ribbons with a smoke advantage or a barrage of blades.

After a while a more genuine curiosity had developed. Why did this man not die as his soldiers did?

As they fought, her incomprehension only grew. Both at how he was still fighting when by all rights he should be dropping...what kept him up? The drugs had long since worn off.

This phenomenon was something she didn't know how to explain as she stared at the claymore blade she had made at his seeming encouragement. Why did he seem to encourage this? It made no sense.

"I and my brothers are the slayers of your men. We have butchered them, all throughout this battlefield. Every protocol of my creator demands your death. Every single one. We were not built to fight you: We are meant for a much worse enemy. Yet we find ourselves compelled to kill you all the same. In truth there is no malice towards the NIO: The thrill and glory of war supersedes true Animosity for us, as our creator wills it. Despite my protocols telling me to kill you, I...am now strangely...hesitant. I am unsure why."

Her mercury gaze narrowed at him.

"It is getting late, isn't it?" She asked Erskine. "Yet the din of war still rages strong in this ruined city."

She stared at the distant burning, heard the slaughter around them...they had their duties. She had her duties.

Still...nothing saying she couldn't 'fail' at killing him.

"I do not understand you in the slightest, Barran." She confessed. "Our interaction borders on fraternization with the enemy. We have killed each other's personnel. Decimated our opposition. Everything says to take your head and I must carry out my orders...yet this...spontaneity you display in duels has defied my best combat algorithms. It vexes me. I do not have the mathematical language to describe how you are doing it. The Jedi were fine warriors, each lethal in their own right, yet I barely paused as I slew them aboard the Prosperity at the behest of my creator. The finest of your Stormtroopers could not stop me. Your most powerful weapons only delayed me. Yet here you stand. Alive. It shouldn't be possible." Effigy said, clearly uncomprehending it.

She formed two claymore type blades from her arms.

"So, I will make a deal with you. I have adapted greatly to your latest tactics. Quantum calculations give me a very good idea of your attacks and how to counteract them. If you can land even one solid strike against my face, I'll let you run. Fail, and I will skewer you and learn the secret of spontaneity through other means..." she warned.

When he agreed, she sprung forward swiftly and without a word.

He blocked most of her sword attacks to her surprise. He didn't score a blow, and he was clearly getting tired. But he still managed to intercept all her slashes and stabs.

Until she began employing what she learned. Suddenly she was countering and injuring him, light cuts to his arms and legs to weaken him and bleed him. She danced around his latest and newest tactics, flawlessly countering his CQC attacks combined with his sword, inflicting more injuries.

So, he did have his limits after all. He was mere flesh and blood. Effigy prepared to end him with a stab to his head.

...and then Erskine twisted in a strange, twirling corkscrew, feinted dodging her swords when in fact he intended to parry them, and slashed her across the face.

The Nanite Assassin Droid stepped back, staring at him, blinking.

Her swords turned back to arms.

"I failed at killing you and you escaped..." she said plainly, calmly. "I will not hold back against your other warriors, but I will permit any who wish to run from me to do so without being pursued. And I will tell you one other thing, even though it won't help you: The Nuetralizers have suspended kill-on-sight orders for The Amalgam. She is fully aware of this. Make of that what you will..." The Nuetralizer said before walking away from hin.

"And Erskine?" She called out. "Once I learn the secret of your spontaneity, then you will, at last, die."
The Nuetralizer then broke down into a puddle of liquid metal and flowed into a nearby drain, just as NIO Stormtroopers rounded the corner and caught up to Erskine.

"Sir! Deadly...threat..." the Stormtrooper said, clearly out of breath and injured, having frantically run through an open battlefield to intercept Barran. He was heavily armed with a heavy repeating blaster.

"Something...something made of living metal. Its stalking you. It gutted my buddies earlier...had to get here..." he breathed. "What the feth is it?! What the feth is going on?! Where did it go?"

Meanwhile...

The Amalgam hissed as the bombs fell, blasting and shredding her already cooked tissue off parts of her skeleton. Then came the damned palm lasers eating away at her while the bombers came back round. That airstrike from the Behemoth had occured at exactly the wrong time.

But The Amalgam wasn't The Amalgam for nothing. Even as her flesh and organs were seared, her hatred and fury only grew.

The lightning that erupted from her as she channeled the full strength of the death around her was a deep crimson as the second wave of bombs hit, tearing an arm and a leg off. But the crimson lightning connected solidly with his chest, powerful and eating through his shields in seconds, before blasting him off and away from her.

The mangled bloody thing lay there for a few seconds, crawling around before the Dark Side began to lash her body together. The bombers were forced to disengage as Nuetralizers in starfighters engaged them aggressively.

The Amalgam could not really fight, as she was too badly injured. Even now the mass of evil minds inside her searched the battlefield for one of her Witches to inhabit, but her pride wouldn't let her abandon this body entirely.

If DT-0800 wanted her dead, he was going to have to do it with his bare metal hands.

But first, she waited to see what the results of her super lightning discharge had been...prepared to fling more, flesh very slowly regenerating, though what was left channeled red lightning...

 

[Viers Connory]

//: 'Partner - in - Crime' //: Marcis Sorr //:
//: Allies //: GA & Friends //:
//: Alliance One //:
//: M A R V I N _ G A Y E //:

​

Viers could only curse as she realized instead of falling forward, she was falling backward. The quick shift in her movement confused her until she felt the boy's weight against her body. All at once, every nerve flared to life, screaming as she was suddenly pinned onto the vibrating bed.

Words were lost on her tongue as her mind screamed at everything that was happening. Viers felt her face burning crimson and hotter than the twin suns of Tatooine. No one had ever gotten this close to her. No one had ever entered her personal space, and suddenly, someone she didn't even KNOW was there. A split second she stared up at him, and her lips parted as she screamed. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

No, this wasn't how this was supposed to happen. First, there would be dinner, and even before that, the Corellian would have had a crush. One that would have driven her insane and probably forced her to write in a diary or something. They would talk and adventure for months until there was a moment when one of their lives was on the line, and valiantly someone would be rescued.

At that moment, with the sun setting and the stars beginning to scatter across the sky, Viers or her potential lover would sigh, stare into each other's eyes and say, 'Do you want to share a slice of pie?' Or something else that you would say to someone you loved more than anything.
​

DEFINATELY NOT SOME WEIRD SITH BOY. ​

Viers quickly shifted her leg, loosening it previously as they fell. Her mouth closed as she smirked and swiftly brought her shin upwards hard between his legs. The girl didn't kick once, but twice and with the Force fueling her drive. As Viers kicked, the sultry voice in the room hit the crescendo of the song, elongating in a higher-pitched tone the word 'Ohhhhhhhhhh.'

Hopefully, his focus would fall on what was happening below the belt. Viers would have a brief moment to try and handcuff him to the bed - allowing her to slip away. ​

 

[Marcis Sorr]

Objective: Find and eliminate high-value targets. Deal with whatever this is.
Equipment: Sorr's Shatterbracers | Close-Fitting Combat Suit
Writing With: Viers Connory

Having been raised in the warrior culture of Eshan, he had expected her response to being tackled back onto the bed to me less blushing and screaming more martial arts. Clearly they had very different ideas of what was going on. "Stop that, I'm just tryi-"

Ooof.

Reeling from the force of her foot striking his groin not once but twice, Marcis turned pale even by Echani standards, crumbling over to the side, facial expression stuck in a rictus of pain and discomfort.

Regaining his senses only to find himself handcuffed to the bed, he lunged towards her in an attempt to grab her before she could leave his reach; this was an Alliance dreadnaught, there would be guards aplenty.

He could not afford to be reported; his position was still unknown, or so he thought.

"Ach, you - that hurt. That really really hurt!" There had to be more handcuffs around; whichever high official this suite belonged to must love holding prisoners. Clearly.

 

[Michael Sardun]

Vaylin

The pain was excruciating.

It ran up and down his spine. Send ice cold shivers under his skin. It forced his teeth together in a grind, his jaw setting as he swallowed a howl of agony while Vaylin's knife dug deeper into his eye. It was through the Light that he found peace. Sinking that pain into the funnel. Pushing it away from himself, isolating and locking it away.

"You will not hear me scream, child of darkness." Sardun's voice was cold, resolute and impassive.

As his hold over her grew, so did his control over his own emotions. "But I am hearing you." Murmured there, softly, maybe even just a little sad about the fate of the creature he was purifying. "Know this. You can flee, but you will spend the rest of your existence running." The Jedi Master couldn't help but grunt as Vaylin twisted the knife. The intensity of the Light streaming from his fist into her body magnified. That pain, Vaylin would realize, was being used against her. It was strange since it wasn't supposed to be the Jedi way.

And yet here they were, this Lord of Light feeding off the pain, purifying it, and using it as a battery to strengthen the Light he was forcing onto her.

"Because I know you now." As their physical shapes struggled... the Jedi detached himself from his body once more. But this time he wasn't going anywhere. No, the disembodied spirit looked down on them both.

This is the Light's vow, Vaylin. How did he know her name? I give you one chance. Destroy Moirai. Subject yourself to the Light's justice.

A blinding hand reached out just as Vaylin moved to escape.

Right before she dashed away in smoke and dust?

It slipped in between her shoulders, burning into her, leaving something fundamentally changed.

I will sense your weakness. And from this moment's breath... I will always be able to find you. Remember... there are worse things than death.

As Vaylin fled the room Michael Sardun rose up once more. One eye closed, the other ruined. Pain still laced through his body. Yet, Sardun felt at peace for now. He was not yet sure if they had won the moment. But at least in this room the Light had been victorious. At what cost? Also an uncertainty for the Lord of Light.

Yet... yet.

One eye less Michael felt like he could truly see what was in front of him now.

It was beautiful.