Dominion Horns of Freedom [GA Dominion of Iridonia and Uda IV]

[Ashley Nevermore]

Tag: Aiden Rennek​

The marines never seemed to rely on as many men as the army did. It was a critique that Ashley always had, but never voiced.

A squad doing a platoon's job, a platoon doing a company's job.

Maybe the marines were cocky. Maybe they were just better equipped.

Still, having a squad with her was better than nothing.

"How do we want to do this?"

"You'll be covering the right flank. I'll have Paladin and Rainmaker on standby. DJ, call up Gearhead and have him pop smoke on the right, right on the bottom of that ridgeline. Marine, you okay with climbing a ten foot cliff?"

The objective was a small base that had been set up by the army. The problem was, it was on top of a U shaped cliff face, overlooking the approach they had been tasked with taking. Naturally, the GADF command decided to give this objective to the boys at Phoenix.

She looked to the squad leader, giving the man a smile. "Lieutenant Nevermore, by the way. But you can just call me Firebird. This is my Platoon Sergeant Boxer, and my RTO DJ. Say hi boys."

"Sup." Was all Boxer got out as he was focused on his binocs, looking over that ridge. "Firebird, I spot three machine gun nests. If Womprat-"

"Womprat wouldn't have the time to take out all three." Ashley frowned. "Marine, you guys don't happen to have a marksman in your squad?"

 

[Gil Horn]

Tags: Lysander von Ascania

"I think a few Sith and Imperials is less worrying than what we saw on Naboo," Gil said, inclining his head to Lysander. The things they had seen on Naboo had been like nothing Gil had ever seen. He had heard of the events regarding the Netherworld, but his tasks across the galaxy had kept him away from the worst of those events. To face them in person for the first time had been a jarring experience. The destruction they had wrought was terrible indeed.

To fight Sith seemed almost a blessing in comparison.

"The beasts at Theed caught us by surprise, but this time surprise may be on our side," Gil said as he stepped up and onto his speeder. He checked the controls and made sure everything was in proper order before turning back to his companion. "The Sith are planning an attack on a market. A phycological attack meant to sow fear. The Horns of Freedom are deploying to defend the market, but we are going to strike first and try and prevent the attack altogether. We can save more lives that way."

Gunning the engine of the speeder, Gil set off towards one of the distant, towering spires of the city. Reports said that the Sith had been using it for a base for a few days in preperation for the attack, but the Horns of Freedom did not want to risk attacking it themselves. The Jedi would be better prepared.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Azurine Varek Aris Noble Connel Vanagor Vazz

The thud against the dropship as they landed caused Jonyna to frown, but her familiarity to Connell clued her into his frustration. As they exited, Jonyna looked to the shadow with a calm, but firm look.

"Calm yourself, Knight Vanagor. Moments like this, more than anything, the population looks up to us. The soldiers, the people, our fellow jedi. Show the world a smile, and give them hope that the sun will shine on them tomorrow."

She didn't mean to sound like she was reprimanding him, but she knew better than to let a fellow jedi fall to anger.

War was hell, but that didn't mean you couldn't face it with a smile, even if it was only out of spite.

"Team three will accompany me, Aris, and Jonyna into the building itself, where we'll have to disable the controls of larger-scale weaponry and deal with the leadership in charge there before it can be utilized."

Normally, a Master such as herself would be leading the charge. Today though, Jonyna was more than happy to let the local lead the way. Jonyna could see it in Azurine's eyes, the confidence of a future Knight, a future Jedi Master. She knew the city more than anyone here, and she had the experience as a former rebel to take command.

Only fitting for the padawan of Valery Noble .

"Decent plan Outlyer. I'll let you take point, but I'll be in the rear keeping you guys safe. I expect a rebel like you to do better than to lead us into an ambush." Jonyna gave the girl a smile, and a thumbs up, before reaching over and putting her hand on Aris's shoulder. "Hey, stay close to me, okay?"

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Malidris - Iridonia | OBJECTIVE : I | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Azurine Varek | Jonyna Si | Aris Noble | @Aadhir Lidos | Iris Arani | Zaiya Ceti TAG (FOE) : @

Objective One:
(NJO/SIA OBJ)

Capital Carnage​

While it was not necessarily something he was really expecting, to be dressed down publicly by Jo… MASTER Si…

… she was right…

He did not immediately acquiesce to the Sentinel of Harmony’s directive, Connel did nod and collect his thoughts. This was the path he would thrive in because of his “emotions” but there was a time and a place for everything. Father could become as charismatic as a holo-movie star at the flip of a switch and have his name spoken in the halls of a Sith Stronghold out of fear in the flip of another. He would practice this and learn that lesson. Connel would never apologize for why he felt the anger he did right now. However he would apologize for how he handled it.

You’re right. I am sorry for that. He was not, and would not look at anyone in particular, but it was a sincere apology nonetheless.

He was surprised that a Padawan was taking the lead on all of this, but this was her home planet after all. He did not listen to much of the plan, not that it was bad, it was actually quite solid…

Maybe she was a Rebel fighter… huh…

When she mentioned the “Rooftops”, Connel pointed at them as if claiming them. Unless Jo… MASTER SI told him otherwise he

When it was all said and done, Connel grabbed and put on his mask and then looked around.

If anyone is coming with me, keep up. We have a lot of ground to cover. I'll move ahead. Without so much as another word, Connel turned tail and through the Force centered in his legs sprinted off. Anyone who was not attune to the Force might see a dark blur. Everyone else would see him sprinting at and climbing up to the rooftop of a high building. He reached the roof in seconds and leaped off, his body twisting in midair and landing on the next building. He quickly made his way to the edge and looked down, making sure that if no one was following him, He would disappear from any potential gunsights.

The advantage is that Connel knew exactly where many of the sniper nests were. These “Imperials” were at all inventive or aware, they were still in the same spots that not only he made note of but prepared for the potential of setting up. There were no "respawned" nests set up in place of the ones he had previously taken out, but Connel made sure to scan the area anyway. He could not take out both sides of the street quietly at the same time, so it was a matter of jumping from side to side.

Luckily there was little to the imagination of these "nests" the sniper, the spotter, the "cover" they were all in the same positions, almost like this was drilled into their heads in training. First down would always be the "cover" with a "throwing lightknife", it was not the way he wanted as they were not Force Sensitive but it was quiet. The sniper and the spotter would then be taken out simultaneously. If he could, Connel would use the scope of the rifle to scan and find the next location, or move on. If not? He would rely on something else...

... luck...

 

[Dezorath Barcu]

Location: Iridonia, Malidris
Objective: Purge the dark.
Tags: None yet.​

"Nonsense, my boy," Dillon responded with a hearty laugh. "In the field is the perfect place to hone one's talent. I'm sure you'd much rather be using the Force as opposed to trying to convince yourself you are after all."

He watched the skirmish unfold, nodding as he took in the Gen'dai's form. It was good, but he was allowing himself to be overwhelmed. As he drew a blaster and began to fire on the remaining Sith to hold them back, Dillon stepped over and laid a hand on the weapon, a gentle expression on his face.

"You won't need that," he insisted. "Let them come to us. The first thing that you must do is hone your anticipation. Your body has instincts that you may not be aware of. Allow those instincts to take control... guide your movements... These instincts will keep us from harm."

Dillon stepped out before the larger Jedi, fully unarmed. His hands were tucked behind his back, his posture seeming relaxed and casual...

"Do not move to attack," the Jedi instructed. "We must become comfortable with our natural defenses before we can counter-attack. I shall participate alongside you."

<<" This karking maggot. You are not him. Your indulgence of his teachings comes from a place of co-dependence. What do you have to prove to this Jedi?">> A deep voice erupted over the Gen'dai's mental and immediately he knew who was speaking. It was his father.

A being, a sith lord, once known as Kezeroth the Hateful.

<<" Father, this is not your battle it is mine.">> Dez responded to the internal struggle of aggression vs serenity. <<" I saw how the darkside corrupted you. How you allowed it to torture your mind to produce power. I will not repeat your legacy.">> he retorted. And holstered his carbine when the Jedi master laid hands on the weapon. When the Jedi Master Dillon Kai'el stepped in front of him he also walked beside him and waited. The young Gen'dai could see the sith changing tactics already.

<<" Your ignorant view of the darkside and of me comes from a place of wounding. Of abandonment. You think I left you alone in the galaxy and in a way I did. Revenge of what was done to me was all I ever wanted and in the end, I got what I wanted. I only wish to see you rise above the limitations that you set on yourself. Your trauma is a great source of power. You weaken yourself to not use it now.">>

There was a ripple that came over Dezorath and he recognized that his fathers presence, however brief, was no longer present in this thoughts. And his words were now mired in his inner psyche. Like a splinter in the minds eye. He hated it. Hated him. Not for his sudden mental appearance but becasue he somehow knew Dezorath better than the young gen'dai knew himself. There was a fear in him. Not of the battle or the wounds inflicted but one deeper and more personal to his character. He did not want to be the monster that his father was described to be, but nor did he wish to remain how he was. Somewhere within he disagreed with the Jedi Master beside him but also with the methods of his father. Pure aggression and domination. That was not his way and yet his way was still alien to him.

Then they came. One sith charging toward Dillon Kai'el and the other for Dez.

There was no waiting for the sith's strike to come. With a dash forward his large frame seemed to blur a short distance. Preternatural speed. The tendrils of his severed arm connecting and regaining control over the light-pike that was on the ground and ignite the blue blade once more. Blades met with a interlocking clash.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Objective I: Capital Carnage
Tags: Gil Horn | Open

​

Lysander's fingers curled around the brake handlebar next. He offered a simple nod in agreement, but he couldn't deny that the thought of confronting both Sith and Imperials would be challenging. Oddly enough, it still sounded true; the destruction he witnessed in his new home managed to leave a small scar within him.

As the Padawan gazed at the cityscape of Maldris, it was difficult to deny its charm; but deep down, he believed that nothing could compare to Naboo. It felt like a hidden paradise there. "I guess you're right," he said calmly, a faint smile appearing as he glanced back at Gil. "But those scenes from Theed..they're still with me."

He continued to listen. The idea of saving lives boosted the boy's determination. “I’m with you,” he declared, his voice firm. "Nobody should have to live in fear. Let's try to bring hope to those who need it." With a flick of the wrist, he revved the engine; the machine's sound was sharp.

As the Jedi took off, he instantly followed. At first, he lagged behind, his inability to control the speeder evident in a series of jerky movements. The wind whipped past him while he struggled to find the right balance. With a deep inhale, he focused on remaining calm, then readjusted his grip and leaned forward. As he carefully shifted his weight, he finally got past the awkwardness, and his movements became more fluid. Lysander then increased the throttle as a huge grin formed at the corner of his mouth.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Talisman: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Diogo Talon | Caelan Valoren

​

Roman hit the ground hard, the force of the explosion sending a jolt through his body. He instinctively covered his head, shielding himself from the raining debris and the erratic blaster fire that filled the hallway. Through the swirling dust, he saw Caelan, the young Padawan, slowly advancing, a shimmering barrier surrounding him like a protective cocoon. Roman groaned inwardly. This kid was going to get himself killed.

Despite his apprehension, Roman knew Caelan's drive was admirable. He quickly tapped a few of Kel's men, signaling them to follow the Padawan and provide support. His gaze then shifted to Diogo, a wave of concern washed over him. Blood spattered across Diogo's face, and he was visibly shaken. Through the dusty haze, Roman could barely make out what looked like tendrils extending from the Padawan's cheeks. He dismissed it as adrenaline-fueled delirium, choosing to focus on Caelan's safety. The Padawan was fighting valiantly, holding his own against the militia forces.

Roman moved to the front of the group, his voice a low command as he barked, "On me!" He ignited his emerald lightsaber, deflecting blaster bolts with practiced ease. A glance back towards Diogo revealed the Padawan had vanished. A faint murmur on their commlink could be heard, but it was lost in the chaos. Roman pushed the worry aside, Diogo was resourceful. He was capable.

In unison with the militia, Roman slowly advanced down the hallway, careful to deflect incoming fire upwards, ensuring the blasts ricocheted off the walls and away from their own men.

The two groups finally converged, and Roman immediately engaged with a loyalist soldier. With a swift motion, he bisected the soldier's blaster before the man could launch himself forward. A fierce struggle ensued, a dance of power and desperation, before Roman finally gained the upper hand. He seized the soldier's arm, hurling him against the wall with enough force to render him unconscious.

Turning, Roman spotted another loyalist strangling one of his militia men. He sprang into action, leaping onto the attacker's back. He locked the man in a headlock, refusing to release his grip until the loyalist either submitted or went limp.

 

[Alicio Organa]

Senate Floor, Chancellor's Pod
Fondor
- John Locke - Danger Arceneau - Monaray Dod - Judah Dashiell - Kahlil Noble - Valery Noble -
​

Incremental advantage.

That was how they would help win the wars to come. Soldiers would fight on the front lines. Strategists, from their command chairs. Manufacturers, from their factories. Jedi, in huge moments of history-defining heroics. Regular people, from buying and spending, living their lives. It was the Senate's job to facilitate it all, build up each little moment, until the tide of advantage was just too great for their enemies to bear.

One grain of sand will do little more than irritate the eye, but a desert of them could swallow an army.

There was a chance for advantage here, Alicio knew. Even a modest deal with the Corporate Interests Guild could open the door to an instrumental alliance, one that could be mutually beneficial. But he'd fought against corporatist senators for years, had some experience on Denon. He knew how heartless companies could be, enough to be cautious when a conglomerate of mega-corps approach the GA with a proposal.

If they were going to do this, they had to do it right.

Chancellor Organa sat back in his chair, looking on at the proceedings with hawk-like focus. It was time to make a deal.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
TAGS: Roman Vossari | Diogo Talon

Be unpredictable.

The words of his teacher, his friend, echoed in his mind as he struck again, and again. He danced a dance that could very well have killed him. It could kill others if he was not careful. He mitigated his strikes, aiming for knock out blows, not kill shots. Weak points in armor, pressure points in the body. He did not want to kill. He did not want to be like them. He couldn't be like them. Even though he knew the ancient Master he most revered had killed it did not make him feel comfortable doing it.

But something in what he did must have inspired, because soon enough the others were in the battle with him, relying less on blasters and sabers, and more on the personal struggle, on fighting closely, on not killing. At least, he didn't see them killing. Iridonians were a people who garnered a bloodlust and undoubtedly there were many dead bodies behind him, but his senses were such that he did not notice it if there were, not in the heat of battle.

But it could not be forever, and he found himself surrounded and outnumbered. He hated it, but he drew his saber and ignited it, a white blade with a blue and purple halo springing forth. Unique in its own right, a combination of crystals fused together, his own and his mothers. It was bound to him in a fashion that strengthened his bond to the Force itself, and he deflected shot after shot into the ceiling in a dance of lightsaber and body, proceeding to systematically disarm each of his attackers.

Then he struck with fist and foot, bring pain to that which sought it for others. The end result, for more Sith loyalists in heaps upon the rubble strewn floor, and he standing over them, lightsaber washing the scene with light. He turned back, then, and moved to help the others, but upon reaching Roman, discovered him alone in terms of their fellow Jedi.

Where had the other gone? He tried to look through the haze, to feel for him, but nothing reached back to where he was. He struggled against the wall that stifled him, but could find no purchase or handhold within it that could break through. It was as if the other padawan were completely gone, not just from sight, but feeling, though, to Caelan, this surely meant he had moved out of his perceivable range. But had he really? Or was something terribly wrong.

"Roman," he said, breathing heavy. "Where is Diogo?"

 

[Iris Arani]

​

"Good."

Iris flashed her own brief smile to Zaiya before letting her gaze fall on the Miraluka. He'd let his senses drift wide, saw just what the state was down below. It wasn't going to be easy on any of them. "Domxite?"

The droid bwipped from Zaiya's shoulder, looking right to Iris. There was an unspoken exchange before Iris dropped from the shuttle before she let her senses flow free. She caught on to the colors around them. Dimmed and darkened from the violence, from the death. And she brightened them. As if painting one of her murals, she tugged on the fear and panic, replacing them instead with hope. Determination.

It was a battle meditation through and through. Until they reached those who needed medical assistance Zaiya and Aadihr couldn't provide on their own, this was what she'd focus on giving those in the city.

Zaiya Ceti | Aadihr Lidos | Azurine Varek | Connel Vanagor | Jonyna Si | Braze

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

NEIGHBORHOOD EVACUATION

Outfit: Field Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

Aadihr lept from the shuttle, landing hard on the street below. He felt the colors brighten all around, saturating as the force was directly manipulated by Iris Arani . Aadihr gave a thankful nod and began focusing his Sight for those lights that still flickered - injured, unconscious, or in pain.

For many of those still breathing, Bacta or stimms served well enough. Many were carved beyond recognition, life long since passed from their corpus. Aadihr willing shared of his own life force to stabilize a man who’s twin heartbeats were near completely faded. He scanned for more injured, Sight travelling further from himself.

Aadihr searched towards the capitol building, feeling relief and respect for the Padawan Caelan Valoren , his aura brightening others and - even more admirably - his crystal shone but did not kill. This Sight gave Aadihr hope for the Jedi of the future.

A sudden Vision ripped him back to his immediate surroundings; Aadihr's free hand reached out on instinct as if to catch the blaster bolt even as it was fired. At the moment of contact with the red beam, his hand shoved down, Deflecting the projectile into the ground by his feet. Aadihr may have neglected his lightsaber training during his exodus, but he was relieved that his Precognition and reflex were intact. Deflection, at least, was well honed from his travels though the bolt got close enough he could still feel the heat on his palm. Regardless, it saved his life all the same.

As Aadihr quickly scanned the rooftops he spotted the dull hue of the shooter aligned with the trajectory of the shot a mere instant before it was snuffed out by Connel Vanagor .

Colors of pain came from a building not far from the Healers’ location. A group of maybe two dozen neutral tone signatures - civilians almost certainly, shone through the walls of a single building. A handful of malicious tones spiked around the perimeter of the building, alert and in cover.

“Captives,” Aadihr called out, indicating the street leading to the building in question, a processing warehouse few blocks just out of normal sight,
“It’s guarded by those who butchered in these streets.”

Why were these killers rounding up bystanders?​

The realization stirred choler in Aadihr. They were being saved, savored for a slow kill to please their overlord. The dead littering the street were murdered resisting captivity - meaning the civilians locked inside were the remainder incapable of fighting back.

Aadihr’s grip tightened on his staff.
​

He called out to Iris Arani and Zaiya Ceti , “If I haven't returned before the next push, move on without me. If I'm successful I'll find you by your Lights once the captives have joined the evacuation.” Aadihr turned and began walking down the center of the street, walking staff clicking with every other step. Quieter, to himself, be muttered “If I’m not successful…”

Aadihr let the thought fade. He would free these survivors. Whatever condition that left him in, if he left, was of lesser concern.

Iris Arani | Zaiya Ceti​

 

[Diogo Talon]

OBJECTIVE 1
RESIDENTIAL TOWER
TAGS: Roman Vossari Caelan Valoren

"So… what do you get up to with those horns of yours?" Diogo asked. The Devaronian, not appreciating the art of bad jokes, grabbed Diogo by his green hair and slammed his head onto the desk. "Quiet," the man said through gritted teeth. Diogo could feel his hot breath on the back of his neck. Fighting through the pain, Diogo slowly and subtly drew on the Force for strength, storing it in his body for what was to come.

The penthouse apartment seemed littered with Sith loyalists. As far as he could sense, there were hostages in every room, including a large group huddled by the apartment's entryway. There was even a modified IG-88 assassin droid, though it had clearly seen better days. From afar, Diogo could see globs of solder where an unpracticed hand had worked. The droid's metal chassis was bent and no longer flush with the frame, probably due to the amount of times it had been taken apart and put back together. Despite the fact its capabilities were no doubt diminished, it was probably still very deadly. If there were any other threats, Diogo had no way of knowing.

"Do you ever get jealous the Iridonians have more of them?" The crimson skinned Devaronian slammed the padawan's head into the desk again. Diogo's consciousness flickered and he could feel blood running from his nose. Varok, fistful of green hair, lifted Diogo's head back up and placed his lightsaber parallel to the boy's throat. He tightened his hand around the hilt, but thought better of igniting it. Diogo might've been an idiot, but Varok wasn't—the rogue Sith wasn't about to kill his one chance of making it out of this alive.

 

[Gil Horn]

Tags: Lysander von Ascania

Gil cast a glance back towards the young Jedi as he at first seemed to lose control over his bike. These were not civilian speeders, they had a kick to them that most military pilots loved. Maybe Gil should have warned Lysander, but as the youth worked, he gained control of the speeder, and soon fell into formation with Gil. He nodded his head in approval, before activating the comm unit set in the speeder.

"Well done," Gil said, no hint of sarcasm in his voice, "for a first time pilot you are doing very well."

Gil tapped a few commands into the speeder bikes main computer, and a series of coordinates flashed to Lysander's vehicle. "The tower here on the eastern side of this square is the suspected base of operations for the Sith terrorists. There is a destroyed parking garage across the street from the tower, and if we get to the top and throttle up at just the right moment..." Gil tapped a few icons, and a digital representation of the two speeders jumping the gap between the two buildings appeared for Lysander.

"We will take them by surprise," Gil said, barely containing the smile on his face.

 

[Azurine Varek]

We Will Not Be Silent

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Azurine took a quick look across the group gathered, though the blaster fire and sounds of screams in the background were much closer than she would have liked in that moment. Though, at the same time, she tried to flash a quick grin and give a two-finger salute to Jonyna to hopefully help anyone who saw it feel a little better even in this situation. "If they were planning an ambush, we'd be surrounded by now. Iridonian warriors aren't exactly known for their patience."

With that, it seemed that there were no other questions or suggestions. The various men and women had already split into groups to get going, and Connel Vanagor had already disappeared to the rooftops, a group of militia and soldiers quickly heading off after him. The rest of those teams seemed to follow pretty quickly.

"Be careful out there..." She muttered under her breath as Aadihr Lidos moved past her along with the others.

This is it, then.

She glanced quickly between Aris, Jonyna, Braze, and the remaining men and women who were going straight for the building with her. "Team One is going to make this easier for us, but I think we need to avoid as many fights as we can until we actually get into the building itself. There should be a set of large balcony windows on the east side. That's our in."

Azzie took a deep breath, the battle mediation from both Braze and Iris sinking deep into the auras of not just her, but all those around her. When she opened her eyes, they held a faint neon glow, similar to how they had on Tython and at the nexus of light on Ukatis. "Let's go."

She clicked the pommels of her two lightsabers together, though she didn't yet ignite them, and took off into the warzone.

Thankfully, in 900 years, the layout of Malidris hadn't seemed to change much. Expanded upon, sure, but the city center was practically the same, and it was one she knew like the back of her hand. She moved swiftly toward the east, leading them down back alley routes rather than the main roads. She only stopped the moment they found themselves having no choice but to engage as their path ahead was blocked by a group of Iridonian warriors, who were certainly covered in blood and preoccupied thus far.

Turning to her team, Azzie gave a quick nod and a series of hand signals to state they needed to do this quietly and then keep going into the other alley beyond. She then held her hands out in front of her, focusing on placing a suggestion into as many minds as she thought she could; Sleep...

She had been working on perfecting this technique even more since the battle of Tython, and she noticed quickly that three of them started to sway, the drowsiness taking over them.

Jonyna Si | Aris Noble | Braze​

 

[Phy]

Iridonia
Tags: Marissa Shoda , The Vulptex

Droid Body​

<...copy Cricket. Get yours in the air, and I'll trade off control to Athena.>

:: Splendid. I'll see to it that our Raven arrives at it's intended destination. ::

Phyla threw on the Holographic ghillie suit she had snagged, bundling herself up within the cloak before moving to float out the window. The suit would shift automatically, changing to match the ashy sky and dilapidated structures in a manner that best concealed her position. It was easier for her. After all, Phy's natural state was in the air. Levitation was her preferred state, so as such she moved as though she were a ghost.

Not that anyone would see her.

The young Shard arrived quickly at Marissa's position, taking hold of the Raven and holding the little drone close to her chest.

:: Raven is secure, :: Phy stated. :: Oh dear. I have eyes on a vehicle entering the path of least resistance between here and the target. Looks to be a repulsor tank. I suggest you make haste plotting a new course of action. ::

A tank did not bode well. Organics could brush of some impressive things, but they didn't exactly like getting hit by shells moving at several hundred miles-per-hour speeds.

Her shell would manage, at least the more rigid materials. That would keep her main form preserved should she get hit.

 

[Dillon Kai'el]

Iridonia
Tags: Dezorath Barcu

​

There was no waiting for the sith's strike to come. With a dash forward his large frame seemed to blur a short distance. Preternatural speed. The tendrils of his severed arm connecting and regaining control over the light-pike that was on the ground and ignite the blue blade once more. Blades met with a interlocking clash.

Dillon let out a sigh. Too hasty. He did not move to strike, instead allowing his opponent to draw close.

"Right then," he began, the grin returning to his face. "Give it your best shot."

A flurry of blows came towards the old Jedi, blows which he danced around with almost a comedic level of grace. It was the sort of display that made it hard to tell if he had practiced ballet or previously been a clown. The old Jedi performed elaborate, exaggerated movements as he ducked under and leapt over horizontal slashes, seeming to have the intention of fully getting into his opponents head.

And none of it was clearly choreographed. It was all instinct, his body reacting faster than the crimson saber of the Sith could strike.

"Your body knows what to do!" Dillon encouraged the Gen'dai. "Assume a form III stance, let your instincts guide your blade! When you see the opening you'll know when to take it!"

He believed that the Gen'dai was perfectly capable of such a thing. The battle instinct was something all Jedi would develop in time. It was simply a matter of being willing to allow such a thing to occur, ignoring the doubts grounded in an understanding of the physical world.

Trust in the Force would trump all such things.

 

[Aris Noble]

Outlyer?

Aris tilted his head as he looked to his Master, more curious at the apparent nickname. Rather than ask, though, he gave a nod instead. He'd stay beside Jonyna during this fight. It was.. .. They hadn't actually worked together like this ever, now that he thought about it. A large scale operation, alongside other Jedi. In a way, he was excited. How could he not be?

He followed behind Azurine as they departed, crouched low. The hand signals came through, and in an instant Aris was off. He didn't use his saber, instead bringing out the chain he and Jonyna had made. He ripped it through the air, the long weapon suddenly glowing bright red as it cleaved through it's intended target. Whatever thrill or enjoyment he had was gone, replaced instead by determination.

Killing wasn't something he ever wanted to have to do, but he would fight to protect the others. Protect those who couldn't protect themselves.

Azurine Varek | Jonyna Si | Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Aris Noble Jonyna Si Azurine Varek

Braze more or less moved as though in some sort of Trance. Battle meditation and meditation crystals seemed to practically fuels this flow state as he fought more out of instinctual motion as his thought wandered. He was a little checked out with his main thoughts else where but oddly enough this didn't seem to hinder his performance. It was as if he zeroed in on strikes with point point accuracy with out thought. His gaze flicked to each of his companions though he markedly remained silent as the grave, even his foot steps and movements didn't seem to create any sound.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Iris Arani Aadihr Lidos

Zaiya felt the comforting and encouraging embrace from her Master’s delve into battle meditation. Domxite joined her and Zaiya would have done so as well had Knight Lidos not indicated he was leaving to head towards the captives he discovered.

The Lovalla’s senses stretched out and she could sense the bloom of various life forces within the weave of the Force. While she did her best to ensure the brunt of the emotional backlash wouldn’t overwhelm her, Zaiya still could feel as well as sense the ebb and flow of each one as they flickered among the varying colors of emotions being played out.

Some, were fading and losing their light, but as Iris spread her battle meditation, the Padawan could see the resurgence of determination within them.

“Okay Knight Lidos,” Zaiya replied. For now, she would watch over Iris and Domxite. They also needed protection.

As they continued on, Zaiya did her best to provide what support she could while still keeping an eye out for any danger. Battle meditation took full concentration, and Zaiya didn’t want Iris or Domxite to be in danger.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Talisman: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Diogo Talon | Caelan Valoren

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Roman's muscles screamed in protest as he finally managed to roll the unconscious loyalist off his back. He gasped for air, the heavy weight of the battle momentarily lifted. Caelan's arrival brought a surge of relief, but the Padawan's query about Diogo sparked a flicker of unease. "He looked a little shook up with the blast." Roman replied, his voice raspy. He tried to sound nonchalant, but his eyes darted back down the hallway, half-expecting to see the other Padawan emerge from the swirling dust. Maybe the chaos had been too much, and Diogo had retreated for a moment? Roman dismissed the creeping worry. They had cleared the rooms behind them, and the militia were already securing the lower levels. Diogo couldn't have been taken.

He struggled to his feet, whipping the dust off of his trousers. Fingers fumbled with his wrist commlink, "Diogo, come in?" The silence that followed was unsettling.

Kel's words snapped him back to the present. "Next level is the penthouse. Varok's either holed up there or the roof." Kel's gruff voice carried the weight of the situation, the unspoken threat of the Sith Lord hanging heavy in the air.

As they moved towards the lifts, Roman felt the familiar knot of tension tighten in his gut. Exiting the lifts, the silence of the penthouse hallway was unnerving, broken only by the rhythmic thud of boots on the polished surface. He glanced at Caelan, wanting to see if the Padawan felt the uneasiness as well. The ornate double doors at the end of the hallway stood untouched, the barrier before their confrontation with Varok, loomed like a dark promise.

Roman forced a wry smile, trying to inject a bit of levity into the oppressive atmosphere. "Should we knock?" he whispered, the question hanging in the air, a desperate attempt to dispel the growing anxiety. The tension in the hallway crackled, a silent promise of the violence that lay ahead.