[Jedi/Sith Empire] Rock and a Hard Place - pt2 Jedi Rescue

[Kira Vaal]

The hanger was a full barrage of activity and Kira was one of those that were currently stood amongst it all trying to remember exactly what was going on. She had managed to get the Falcon into dock, along with those she had managed to help get off the planet, however as always the over-push of the YT’s systems meant it was now sparking and smoking, practically unusable. Which was a problem considering that behind them the Sith Empire was sending a planet annihilating fleet out to stop them.

She could feel it.
The darkness that was starting to take hold of everything around them.
Yet was it for them to bow down and just let it consume them?
Her hand moved to her belt, and without thought ran her fingers across the chrome of her lightsaber, which had for reasons beyond her understanding remained at her side even in exile.
Breathing heavily she would look up and see the group of Jedi entering the hanger.

“Hey.” She said, then started to make her way towards them. “Hey [member="Coren Starchaser"]!” She shouted this time, sure to be heard. “You’re going to need me on this one.” She wasn’t even sure herself. After all she was a fantastic rebel, but Jedi? Sure she had the title, but the practice behind it?

No, there was no room to doubt.
Not today.

“Where do you want me?” She asked looking across the whole group. Knowing that most of them had never even met her.

[member="Tyro Corso"] | [member="Calder Icehammer"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Since when do Jedi carelessly throw around explosives?" Amidst the smoke of the detonation the same voice as earlier called out to [member="Damian Starchaser"] with a hint of curiosity. Kahlil emerged shrouded in a barrier of red, a last second protection that had spared him the fate of numerous allies who had been blasted apart. What more, the observation platform he had placed the portal on was destroyed, ruining the portal itself.

"Ş͚u̶̹̘̤̠̫t͈͙̬͎͡ṱ͜a͖̮̰͔ ̞͍C͏̝̰h͏wį͚̮͔͔̝t̖̀ͅu̠̳̫̳̘̘͘s̟̹̫͓̯̭̙k̼̘̹͈̤ą͖̳̻̤̭͚̭ḱ."

The Sith extended a hand, forming a small black sphere before his open palm. It zipped right for the Jedi, erupting in a blast of scorching heat once close that threatened to consume those Damian had said he'd protect. "Your carelessness will be your downfall."

 

[Damian Starchaser]

"I'm not a very good Jedi," Damian responded when asked about explosives, "But blowing up Sith is a common occurrence for me. Ask your Emperor." Damian didn't have much time, he could see the bolt flying toward the refugee's and in quick order dove in a roll in front of them while reaching out with the force. Preternatural speed granted to him by the force launched him between the blast and the refugees, and an application of telekinesis brought brought the umbrella to him. He hadn't had time to pack his armed umbrella and had to make due. He unfurled the cloth top and held it out as the blast struck. Heat dissipated and radiated from it as the blust struck the kinetic force tearing the fabric as the blast hit.

The umbrella was utterly ruined by the time the energy disapated, however it still had it's uses. "Run," Damian said depressing the switch and sending a cloud of blaster inhibiting smoke in the area between the refugee's and the Sith.

As the Sith no doubt prepared for the Jedi to jump out of the smoke they were, probably, taken aback by the appearance of a suit jacket. Hurled with the power of the force the Jacket was aimed directly at the Sith's head to further obfuscate Damians movements as he burst from the cloud of smoke his lightsaber stabbing desperately through his own jacket to try and find purchase on the sorcerer sith.

[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]

 

[H3xle]

Iona spread her arms as the boarders stormed toward the civilians. She redoubled her efforts with the calming aura for enough time to make sure the soldiers were still getting civilians out. She could feel denizens of darkness nearing, so she turned her back to the civilians and touched the activation stud on her blade.

THRUM!!!

She turned toward [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] and his minions as golden light shone out from the blade in her hands. If the minions of the dark were a river, then she stood firm as the rock upon which they would break. She shifted her feet and sank into a deep defensive stance. The blade swept in front of her in defensive motions. She only struck out when an enemy left a distinct opening for her, otherwise she simply held the line as [member="Damian starchaser"] fought the armored fear monger.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

A curious brow raised behind the Sith Steel mask Kahlil wore as [member="Damian Starchaser"] 's jacket flew out from the smoke. "Guardian." There was a flash of steel as the Sith's sword suddenly pulled itself from it's sheath, carving through the jacket just as the lightsaber carved through. Kahlil twisted out of the way, the blade carving over the mask that was thankfully able to resist the cut enough to keep his head on.

There was a sudden swarm of darkness over the armor, and the large armored man suddenly disappeared.

"Ah, so that's how you fight."

From behind his foe he reappeared from darkness, holding up one of his metal hands. A black sphere formed there to be launched. A perfect time for [member="Iona Pravice"] to strike the preoccupied Sith.

 

[H3xle]

Iona was a defensive fighter by nature, aiming to wear opponents down and wait for those mistakes that have a greater likelihood of ending the fight decisively. Part of defensive fighting, though, was knowing when to take an opening offered. The physically sightless nature of her race ensured that Iona was both dependent on her force abilities to interact with her surroundings, as well as ensured that she was almost preternaturally attuned to them. When [member="kahlil zambrano"] shadow walked away from [member="damian starchaser"], he reappeared between her and the Starchaser, with his back facing her.

Her foot struck out at some hapless minion, forcing the minion back long enough for Iona to reach out with the force, aiming a small yet powerful push at the back of Kahlil's left knee. Her aim was to interrupt or foul his own aim of the ball of darkness he looked prepared to send at her compatriot. It was the quickest attack she had at her disposal as Kahlil was a few meters away still. She powered a leap in his direction to follow it up, her lightsaber held in a defensive position in order to intercept a counter attack while she was in mid air.

She thought and fought defensively, so while she may close the distance with the Sith, she all but gave up the initiative, intending to land in a defensive posture to take the battle to the Sith.

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

Flying: Flashdance
Equipment: Gravity Hurts, Lightsaber, Hololink, Utility Belt
Wingman: [member="Bekk Mag'ra"]
Engaging: [member="Marayna Danforth"]
Objective: Crusading against the might of the Boredom Empire!

The Jedi pilot grinned to nobody in particular as his new wingmate acknowledged and introduced himself as Bekk Mag’ra. A name he wasn’t familiar with, but Jerek had been running into plenty of Jedi he wasn’t familiar with on this excursion. He silently hoped the man had been among the rescue team, and wasn’t one of the former prisoners who felt himself well enough to hop into a starfighter. The padawan turned to look at the little ship flying next to him as if that would provide an answer, catching a wave from the Zabrak pilot which he returned in kind. Then the boy put his hands on the controls and shifted his focus on the space scene ahead.

”Roger that, Bekk,” Jerek said to acknowledge the instructions given. He wasn’t sure where in the hierarchy Bekk fell, but as a padawan among Jedi, it was just safer to assume every other pilot outranked him. Most Jedi who participated in Master Starchaser’s raids did anyway.

Keeping his speed tethered to the craft nearby, the flyboy ran through a check of the Flashdance’ weapons systems again. The ammunition was reported as full, the laser cannons primed and the projectile tubes loaded with concussion missiles as per loadout default. Jerek furrowed his brow, thinking of Bekk’s instructions once more, it seemed like his goal was to harry the capital ships more than any incoming fighters. ”Cresh, let’s switch out the missiles for proton torpedoes.”

The holo-bubble popped open a new window in front of him, displaying a blueprint-style animation showing the currently-loaded missiles and the stored torpedoes, with arrows and movement depicting them changing places. The text that accompanied it illustrated the instructions it was about to execute. Jerek nodded, and then caught himself and said, ”Yeah, that’s what I want. Uhh, confirmed.”

He really needed to get the hang of this system.

Jerek couldn’t feel anything happening, but the holo-bubble display was happy to depict it anyway, cheerfully chirping when it was completed until he dismissed the window. With little else to do for the moment besides flying a standard CAP, he unmuted the comm channel between his ship and Bekk’s again.

”So, Master Bekk,” he started, making a wild guess on the title, ”What do you do when you’re not valiantly staring down Sith dreadnaughts in space? Got any hobbies?”

Jerek grinned again at his own cheek, hoping his fellow Jedi wouldn’t mind the chatter. It was either this or put on a holoflick.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Rolling to the side Damian let himself fall from above onto the hangar bay floor. As he fell he reached to his side grabbing at his blaster and quick-drawing with precision before flopping to the ground with a loud smacking sound. Rolling Damian ended prone stomach to the ground. It hurt, a sharp pain from the impact creeping up his arm, but it didn't stop him from letting off two shots with his pistol. The maser weapon cracked into life as the lance of blue energy charged at the Sith, Damian didn't have the time or reserve of concentration to use the force to blunt the pain and instead endured it through pure will and adrenaline.

Turning in a roll and shooting up to a standing position Damian reignited his saber and took up a stance looking at the Zambrano Sith with an utterly neutral gaze. "You are outnumbered," Damian said in a firm voice. he knew that didn't mean anything. He had been outnumbered and outgunned worse then this and come out ahead. "I suggest you withdraw." Yeah, that was going to happen. Damian knew the Sith wasn't going to take his advice, and it was a waste of breath to have said it, but that's what Jedi did right? Either way he would do his best to keep the attention on him to let his fellows work and the refugee's continue reaching safer ground.

[member="Kahlil Zambrano"] [member="Iona Pravice"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Starfighter: The Kal'vyshde'.​

Wingman: [member="Jerek Zenduu"].​

Objective: Defend the Jedi Fleet, ​

("Safe Haven" Star-Cruiser, 2x Corvettes and 1x Frigate).​

Co-Pilot: "Chip" BB-Series Astromech Droid.​

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"Oh you know...-Poking at the seedy underbelly of every World I come across".

Bekk replied with a bit of a sarcastic edge in his tone, Jerek might have even heard the smile the Zabrak wore as it marginally tweaked his voice as he spoke. A loud whistle soon interrupted them both as Chip sought to get his fifteen seconds of fame in on their discussion, causing Bekk to chuckle under his breath.

"My droid friend here says I'm always finding trouble...-And apparently losing Padawan, which I think is more of a jab at me to be honest. He is a cheeky little one, after all".

Bekk had to roll his eyes in expense of himself, [member="Chiassa"] was still a bit of a sore point and reminded him of his first Padawan Clara Baunes who had left the Order before her training was completed. In his eyes, the failure was his own, as every Jedi Knight took on the responsibility of the younger life with the objective of helping them to overcome their hardships and grow into adequate Jedi one day. It wasn't necessarily a thought that he wished to linger on in the remaining moments before flying head first into battle.

"I'm a Jedi without a home, actually...-I've been picking up any job I can get my hands on through the Academy Network".

Which was more or less how he wound up taking on one of the Sith during the rescue mission, and barely escaping with his life still in one piece, not for lack of the Dark-Sider trying to cleave him in two. The lifestyle was a bit of an insecure one, always roaming from one place to the next and only finding priority in each mission, otherwise living day to day on his own unless you'd count Chip as decent company (which most people didn't).

"What about you kid? How old are you anyway...-You sound pretty fresh".

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Out from the cavernous insides of the Goliath the wolves came.

The Midnight cut across the vast deep space between the imperial fleet and the fleeing jedi, it was by all appearances completely invisible. To both the naked eye and to all forms of sensors to the known world the shuttle didn't even exist, but it was there. A mass of boarding pods and large bio form creatures descended in a wide wave as the group quickly caught up, any defenses and fighters would find the pods blocked by the bio forms that took shots and suicide dived straight into approaching fighters. Certainly there were those who didn't make it and died in plumes of orange fire and burning hulks, but those who did slammed hard into the vessel, while the ghost of a shuttle slid right into the hangar.

They couldn't see it but they could feel it.

A mass of darkness, a beating heart of pure void energy pulled from the blackest nether. It was a swirling nexus of black power, the amalgamation of pure evil manifested into one single location. As soon as the shuttles stygian cloak system deactivated it was like a bomb went off as it touched down, a rolling wave of pure madness and a hurricane of fear rolled out in crippling waves. Maintenance crews, soldiers, and even pilots looked up at the ship with fear in their eyes while some even dropped guns as the madness aura and phobis device began their work. The shuttles ramp descended before it even landed and on it stood a titan eclipsing nine feet in height, a Dark Titan clad from head to toe in black iron.

Darth Prazutis.

The Emperor's Hammer jumped out of the shuttle with a single ignited crimson lightsaber, his sheer weight alone caused the bulkhead to cave in like a small crater where he landed. Everything within fifteen meters felt the beginnings of fear as the phobis device worked with his claws aura of madness to tear the minds of his enemies apart, while the claws passively drained the underlying force energy. A storm of blaster fire erupted as screams tore through the hangar when the Destroyer descended on them in a fury.

Rage.

The lightsaber rose and fell with such force he bisected bodies, leaving them in pieces as he went while the other hand unleashed blasts of pure dark side energy. A low growl escaped the titan while the shrieked voice rang out over the comms to his comrades "He's here! He's here! Somebody help u-" Just then a blast crimson energy hit him so hard it obliterated the entire upper portion of his body. The Sith Lord roared over his own comlink to his Blackblades "Find the Jedi! Find them and bring me their heads! No one escapes this vessel alive! For the Emperor!"

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

He could sense the approaching combat. He looked to Cotan and Caldur, knowing Kira wasn’t too far off. “Need to get the Sith pushed back. Just have to stall until the fleets arrive. But we won’t be going anywhere if we can’t get that gravity well down…” He turned and saw landing party. “Looks like we need to deal with these first.”

He stepped forward and grabbed tight to his lightsaber pike. This was not the place to be doing anything fancy. Delay, and removing the Sith from the ship. The call came across the comlinks of the Sith but the more intense signal was the blast of the dark side energy. That was what focused Coren, the blast of the dark side attracting the Jedi like a moth to the flame.

It was the next minute that he grabbed his own commlink. “We have borders. To you stations. Contact the Alliance Fleet, get them here, now.” He ordered to the combat crews as alarm klaxons started sounding. He was hopeful that the call to the Allaince and Silvers were going out. The likes of [member="John Locke"] and [member="Cathul Thuku"] could turn the tide. He knew his own flagship was on its way.

But first… Sith.

“What do you say, [member="Kira Vaal"]? Take down the interdictor, or help push back boarders?” His blue lightsaber ignited as he moved into the hangar.

“We’ll make it easy and come for you.” He said, standing there, his pike raised up, held in two hands off to the side, blade pointed upwards, and the Force providing his alignment in no uncertain terms with the shield that was surrounding him and the exit of the hangar.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Several pods have struck our surface, Supreme Excellency. We've localized their entry point and have dispatched the Gelian Sentinels to meet them." The adjutant spoke as he worked to keep pace with the gargantuan Emperor, who never broke stride as he stalked down the wide halls of the Behemoth. Battle helmet clipped to his waist, Darth Carnifex's face was scrunched in grim determination as he made the final preparations to his armor; affixing both of his dark gauntlets over his mammoth hands and ensuring that they were well adhered to the rest of his suit.

"Good work, Commander. Keep them contained until my arrival, I will deal with them soon enough."

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The sound of dozens of synth-hide boots on metal would ring out through the corridors as the defenders of the Behemoth converged on the intruder's location, aided by the onboard tactical artificial intelligence AQUILA. Blaster fire would streak down the hall as the first of the Sentinels rounded the corner and began to set up defensive positions at the bend, pre-fabricated durasteel barriers erected as the Sentinels laid down suppressive fire.

Undoubtedly, they would be but the first of whatever the Dark Lord had in store for these uninvited guests.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Calder Icehammer"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]​

 

[Kira Vaal]

The feeling aboard the ship shifted fast, a deepening darkness that had began to spread like oil over water. It had been a presence felt before, yet not in such close proximity as it was now, it held a foul stench to it as well. The stench of death. It hit Kira like a shot to the head, the darkness trying to consume her soul for doing no more then existing. It forced her hand, made her answer the question that Coren had requested of her without hesitation.
She would stand here with him and she would fight.

“I’m with you.” She said, her hand reaching to the lightsaber hilt at her belt. The chrome device, a simple design that had long been ignored by the young Jedi in favour for her blaster and a life away from her apparent ‘destiny’. The snap-hiss ignited a blue azure blade that illuminated her side and the gloss of the hanger flow beneath her feet, it hummed steadily, as if it knew what was to come and as Coren raised the shield around them Kira leant her strength to him. These boarders clad in terror and black would learn soon enough that it was not mere Jedi they would find themselves against.

The hanger was starting to rally around the Jedi, the initial shock of the Sith boarding party still fresh in all of their minds, but it meant a counter attack could at least be staged, Kira’s eyes fell on the largest of the invaders, the one calling for their heads. Yet there were others, black clad Imperials determined on their deaths.
She would have to contend with both.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil aimed the sphere, ready to simply blow [member="Damian Starchaser"] with a single spell. But as the sphere was to be released a sudden pressure slammed into his leg, sending him spinning across the ground as the black sphere flew off towards the ceiling. There it detonated as the Sith glanced around for the source. [member="Iona Pravice"] . Another Jedi had entered the fray.

The red barrier formed around him as he raised a hand again, catching Starchasers shots along it as he glanced between the pair of Jedi, his eyes narrowed in concentration. He wasn't going to be able to hold off two at the same time. So he lowered his arms, giving them both a kind smile.

"You're right. I won't be able to win. But will you really let me just withdraw?"

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Allies: AiE, SJO
Enemies: Sith, boarding [member="Darth Carnifex"]'s ship

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Merely a minute after Rick's arrival, multiple loud, unidentified footsteps could be heard rapidly traversing the hallways.​

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Silently gesturing forwards, Rick lead his squad of boarders down a hallway stretching to the left, seeking to evade attention for as long as possible. But luck was against Rick today. He saw a corner about ten meters away and began to close the distance, only to nearly slam head-first into a column of Sith infantry. Rick drew his lightsaber just in time, the aqua blue blade catching a bullet aimed at his head and sending it at the head of the shooter instead.

Before Rick could yell out his next order, multiple barricades were established as the enemy began relentlessly firing. The front dozen marines were quickly killed by the sheer quantity of bullets, as even Rick backed up, unable to deflect the full force of the enemy. Machine guns and rifles began returning fire to the Sith, only to bounce harmlessly off of the barricades. As the steady firing and persistent advancing of the Sith soldiers took their toll on the boarders, Rick devised an emergency plan.

"Grenade launcher!" ordered Rick desperately, not wanting a holdup at such an early state of boarding.

Behind him, the grenadier, still alive, launched three grenades forwards, bouncing towards the line of Sith soldiers. As the grenades rapidly closed the gap, Rick used the Force to hurl them over the barricades. A second later, anything behind them became a bloody soup of organs and metal. But while all the Sith had perished, nearly a quarter of Rick's boarders shared their fate. He had underestimated his enemy, and the clever Sith had gotten the best of him.

Shaken and well-worn, the remaining boarders knocked the unsupported barricades over and continued down the dark hallway, leaving the gory scene behind them. There was still a Sith reactor core that had yet to be disabled.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

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