Jetii delenda est [ Mandalorian Raid of Ossus vs. SJO ]

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective: Engage [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Location: Outside Base and Approaching Temple Grounds
Allies: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | SJO | Allies
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | Sith | Mandalorians

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The constant feed though communications pinned pointed most of the foe on the field this day, others it would not, and one of those was Darth Prazutis. But the force is a far more superior sensor for a power Jedi that knows the knowledge of force awareness and the landscape around her throbbed with life of the force, darkside, lightside, the living force pulsed strongly and there was a sense of spitting electricity in the air as the two ends of the spectrum collided. It was empowering, delicious to the body and strengthened the resolve .. for both. Coci sensed the man in the jungle, sitting waiting patiently with steady lowered heart beat and breath, a delicate touch on the trigger, a purpose that was of only one thing which was the eradication of the target, and she knew this sensation well enough. After all, she is Shadow, Jedi assassin when called upon, and today she was the prey. Coci's lips curled in a grin at the thought of it.

As she proceeded across the lawn at a run, her armour loose from wear did not impede her progress and at this point she knew she was out of range. In the center of the lawns is a small swamp and she used that as cover, it would be all she would require and she disappeared from sight behind the trees. The air around her shimmered, as she began to bend light around her body and drop into force concealment. Her force presence gone and not a sound would she make yet from the bubble of concealment stepped a likeness of the Jedi master, an illusion complete and only the a well trained eye would be able to see through the false image, and they would have to be close to do so.

As the false master ran across the lawn toward Thurion, Coci pulled the force for strength of limbs and with force speed made for the thickets of the jungle. The hunt was on, Darth Prazutis was equal prey.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Location: Mountains, west of Aegis Base
Allies: Santa Claus (I have been good all year)
Enemies: That one time I was particularly naughty
Worthy Opponent: [member="Enyo Typhos"]

Sorel felt as though she was holding someone up – even though she was going as quickly as she could. But she was sure the wait would be worthwhile.

As she climbed she cleared her mind. Climbing was a solitary activity as a rule, and as such when she did so, her mind tended to wander. To think of lesson plans for her Padawans, or to internally debate thorny issues of the day. Or just to consider missions she might chose to take or decline.

But she wasn’t here for her health, or exercise. Nor was she here for any personal reason. Something was wrong. Very wrong. And she needed to be focused. Which was not the opposite end of the spectrum to clearing her mind – at least not for Sorel.

Instead she emptied her mind of thoughts and emotions and connected deeply with the Force. And she repeated the original Jedi Mantra over and over in her head.

There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is the Force.

And every now and then, the crystal code entered her mind, unbidden but none the less welcome.

The crystal is the heart of the blade.
The heart is the crystal of the Jedi.
The Jedi is the crystal of the Force.
The Force is the blade of the heart.
All are intertwined.
The crystal, the blade, the Jedi.
We are one.

Finally she reached a plateau – the mountain top. Closing her eyes, she used Force Sight. There was only one presence up here. And it radiated a Force Aura – and a dark one at that. She opened her eyes and faced the presence – her senses radiating danger, the hairs on the back of her neck raised in anticipation. Her Farsight kicked in once more.

Only time would tell if the future would pan out the way she had seen.

 

[H3xle]

Allies: [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="The Rusted Queen"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Phax"] [member="Kevros Kovani"]
Enemies: Jedi [member="jamie pyne"] [member="aela talith"] [member="connor harrison"]
Neutral: Mandos
Objective: Obfuscate, misdirect, and infiltrate

Waide nodded and preceded the Jedi padawan out of the shield generator room. As she spoke to her Master, Waide looked both up and down the hallways, then addressed the soldiers waiting there.

"Master Aela will remain in the generator room, Jedi Pyne and I are going to secure the younglings from the temple for evac." He told the soldiers, then watched as Jamie closed the door to the generator. He missed the confused expression on the soldiers faces, and none of them wanted to speak against a jedi. He felt a bit easier, it was now the padawan and him. He had no idea if he could take her in a fair fight, but that wasn't his goal. His former Master, Darth Acanthus, had taught him to value the objective above all else. The possibility of killing one Jedi, in a galaxy filled to the brim with lightsided force users, was not equivalent to his usefulness to the Sith. Not when his goal had not been the death of Jedi directly.

He waited for Jamie to com abreast of him, then fell into step with her. He maintained a good distance between them, keeping his appropriated rifles butt against his shoulder, but the muzzle pointed forward and down, just like he had seen other soldiers on base do, and in holovids.

"Where have the younglings been secured?" He asked her as his eyes scanned their surroundings, judging the best escape routes and how he would distract the Jedi to facilitate that escape. His belt held one flash bang, but the question was when to use it to have the full effect. The road out of the base was covered by soldiers, but he knew he could get past them if there wasn't a Jedi chasing him. He couldn't use an obvious expression of the force without giving himself away either. Patience seemed to be what was dictated, so Waide continued on patiently.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Temple Library
Allies: [member="Jamie Pyne"]
Enemies: [member="Waide"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]

As soon as Jamie and The Soldier departed Aela found herself alone with a set of explosives. She frowned slightly and glanced at the odd terminal.

A single thermal detonator was enough to cause some serious damage, but she doubted it would be enough to destroy this place entirely. Quietly she shifted, taking a few steps forward before slowly leaning beneath the terminal. The bubble that she had created still floated within the center of the room, its deadly contents ticking down towards their inevitable end.

Her eyes scanned beneath the terminal.

She found another detonator, then another.

Her lips thinned. Whomever had done this had clearly some time. Her head turned as she glanced towards the door Jamie and the odd Soldier had just left through, a little bit of worry spiking through her as she thought about whom she might have sent her padawan away with. Her head shook as she decided that Jamie could more than handle herself.

Without more hesitation Aela pulled the other explosives free, letting them drift through the air and adding them to the odd opaque bubble.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: The Temple Perimeter
Allies: Those with him
Enemies: Those against him

Connor walked without urgency towards the Temple as a fighter streaked overhead, too close for comfort, kicking up loose gravel around him. Looking back into the way [member="Coci Heavenshield"] had gone, he didn’t linger on her command and made his way forward like his had no awareness of the danger around him.

He picked up the pace after the fighter came down, and moved to ascend the left side of the Temple, noting a large chunk of the wall missing and smoldering. Stepping inside the large dent, Connor peered in and held onto the black rock surrounding the entrance.

Glancing left to right, he made his way inside, not knowing where he was in relation to any Silver set-up.

"Anyone here?" Connor called, fingers glancing his hilt on the belts wrapped around his waist as his boots crunched over the peppered debris that bled in from the wall.

The stench of smoke and burnt metal was in the air.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Outskirts
Objective: Finish it
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Connor Harrison"]

Of course she had sensed him. It would have been impossible not to. After Vaal, everything between them had been tense. There was an undeniably open end to that particular clash, with no will on either side to bring things to a finite close. Despite the results of their last fight the both of them knew that wasn't where it ended, and this here provided an excuse she had been looking for. At some point another meeting would have been called regardless, but it was a pleasant surprise to find him on the battlefield as opposed to having to go out of her way. There would be her destination, then, rather than what passed for the premier warzone. This was something a bit more personal than any long-standing conflict between the Jedi and her people.

Battle-scarred armor plate that was untarnished save for those old marks stood out against her war torn surroundings, cutting some kind of prominent figure among the rubble and the wreckage. She was searching for another that would stand out just as much in his tunic, an individual she had once known as her only close friend in the galaxy, now become some kind of enemy in a turn of events. Her patience with him had worn out entirely on that neutral world, and she had come to terms long ago with the fact that, with the way things had developed, it was better to go into their next confrontation with the intent to kill. More and more that was something she had less trouble rationalizing, and now she was at peace with the thought entirely.

With a slowed pace and telltale watchfulness about her she approached the outskirts of the Temple, so similar to the one on Voss she had called home in years past. It was funny how one botched negotiations had turned everything so quickly on its head. The blown out wall caught her eye quickly, and it was that improvised entrance she approached, rubble and debris crackling beneath her feet with every step. Her senses and simple instinct told her he was within, but hopefully he was unaware of her presence. So long as she was quiet in her approach he would have no reason to know she was on this particular battlefield. So long as she kept her ethereal signature under careful attention, he wouldn't be able to detect her through those other means.

Contrary to what most everyone seemed to believe she was possessed of a certain stealth every now and again, and of course Thalia had her own commentary. "Well, this is new. Getting tired of the battering ram technique? Not to worry, I'll still keep an eye out. This strategic side of you is something I'm beginning to like. Best be careful of that." She ignored the remarks in favor of keeping her focus in the present where it belonged, Soon enough he was in sight, and she couldn't help but flash a crooked grin beneath her helmet as she watched him for a few moments, studying just how he moved in order to hopefully catch him when he was off balance. The silence hung in the air for what felt like eternity, and she waited for the beat where she would have normally attacked and let it pass. Not yet.

Suddenly a crack resounded, one louder than any gunshot, a roiling tidal wave of the Force flying towards him at a pace too fast to process, kicking up stone and dust as it sluiced through the air, only visible in its aftershock. All at once he would be able to feel her presence as well as see her, that old volatility having come out to play, a want for retribution and death simmering just beneath the surface. Already she had divorced herself from him, viewing him as a target rather than an individual. He was prey. A Jedi. Worthless.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Location: Aegis Base - Jedi Temple
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] & SJO
Enemies: [member="Waide"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | Mandalorians | Sith

Jamie remained silent as Waide spoke to the actual soldiers, informing them that he and Jamie would be leaving to escort the Jedi younglings off world. Rather than risking their lives by revealing to them that this man had been up to no good, the young woman simply nodded along and continued on their way. Her mind was filled with questions as to why this man would attempt to destroy the shield generator and allow in whatever foreign invaders were approaching? What was the motivation behind it? Was he in it for profit, or was he simply a cog in the wheel?

"East side of the temple. Fastest way is through here." She said, answering his question as they walked.

The winding corridors were somewhat difficult to navigate given the commotion and ever growing rumbles of distant explosions. Whatever was going on here was big. Jamie wasn't entirely certain who was where, and she still hadn't seen hide nor hair of Connor Harrison since the confusion started. However if Aela could disarm the bombs, secure the shield generator, and she could subdue this rogue soldier, perhaps there would be time after to survey the rest of the situation and figure out what to do from there.

"Hang on." She said, stopping as the two reached an atrium that separated the west and central chambers of the temple from the north, east, and south wings. A large, open expanse with four towering statues that served as pillars in each corner, Jedi of old kneeling in honor, with a skylight above that shone brilliant rays of light onto the large fountain in the center of the room. Everything was purposefully built to depict a serene and calming surrounding. The room itself was currently empty, but this would be the safest point to apprehend the man without fear of innocent lives potentially getting in the way. Jamie wasn't sure just how determined this man was to avoid questioning, but given that he had likely been the one to set the charges, she assumed he was aiming to use that blaster on her when he had ample opportunity.

"I know it was you, private." She turned, facing the man in soldier's armor. "We watched you on the security feeds." Her grip on her weapon was firm, though she did not raise nor activate it. "You didn't just find those explosives, you planted them, didn't you?" Her expression remained somber, almost pained. Ossus wasn't her world, in fact it held little importance to her if compared to say, Naboo, but she still felt a connection to the temple, its' people, and its' history. "Why?"

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Darth Ignus"]

A burst of Cronau radiation at the edge of the system heralded the arrival of a single Nexus class cruiser. Any sensors would detect ordnance being deployed, followed by some subspace disturbances. The cruiser turned about gracefully, then with a flash of its engines it exited the system.

Silence. No sign on sensors of any further mandalorian incursions.

Then the Pulsemass Generator mines activated. Gravimetric sensors would go haywire. They would likely distract the officers reading them from the sudden emergence of a Mandalorian fleet. It bore the markings of Clans Betna and Karr. The precise jump, utilising the mines as beacons, brought them right out abeam of the Sith and pirate fleets.

“What have we got?” Davon called in his gruff voice. He’d managed to squeeze his bulk into the command chair of the bridge. His weapons were neatly stowed in a case beside him, his helm on the deck before him. Someone had tried to tell him it would be a trip hazard in the event of AG or inertial dampener failure. A harsh glare had the junior officer scarpering away.

“Sith ships, Jedi defences. Some Mon Cal vessels and an unknown.”

Davon Karr grinned. Sith and Jedi? Had they stumbled upon another attempted rebellion from Velok and his ilk or had the Sith decided to be opportunistic? Either was good. He’d been trying to flush the sith out of hiding to no avail ever since the Korriban incident.

“Fan-fething-tastic. Interdict those ships, launch fighters and prepare to engage.”

"Do I signal the Gethzerion to join us?" someone asked.

"No..." Davon replied after a moment's thought. "Signal them to hold in reserve for now. Tell them to keep ready for a precise micro-jump." Davon was a soldier to the core, but he wasn't up to date on all the intricacies of fleet combat. That didn't matter, he was here to give overall direction and then liaise with commanders on the ground.

Rough outline of fleet (reinforcements will arrive to any Silver escalations):
One Sovereign-class-star-destroyer
Two Nexus-class-cruiser/ (One not in system)
Two Krayt-class-light-cruiser/
Two Uluruur-class-frigate/
Three Nebula-class-corvette

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Ossus Hangar

"Go to the Ossus temple..." he moaned under his breath. "Go see Thurion and find out what's been going on with this new sith threat..."

Jacen slid the entire scale vest over his head. Then he started to tighten straps. Damned thing took minutes to get on properly. It had been stowed in his long range shuttle just in case.

"Let your shoulder heal up after surgery..."

Jacen pulled up his bracers, flexing his fingers and bending his elbow to test the fit. But of course wherever he went there was fighting. Every damned time. He hadn't even found a chance to sit down with Thurion and discuss the events around Korriban.

"No need to do any fighting for a while. Rest up. Take your time"

He slid his carbine into a holster in the small of his back and his Occluder handcannon at his hip next to his lightsaber. His shield - a rather obvious scarlet scale barrier - was slung across his back last. He could sense familiar presences amongst the darkness. Aela was here, he headed in that direction.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: The Temple Interior - South Side
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] ?
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] ?

That feeling he was being watched had plagued him over recent months where-ever he went. Friends or enemies, they were always watching him probably. He stopped now and then and cocked his head, but felt nothing. On he went hearing the battle outside through the walls and echoes around the stone cor -
CRUNCH!!

Connor didn't register anything before he was booted forward, lifted of his feet and spinning to the side wall with a less than glamorous landing. His back slid down the wall and his body crunched to the grit below as if he had been kicked in the back by a Titan. The pain shot right through his legs and hand, having a forced landing so hard didn't help with the recent treatment by Irajah.

Groaning slightly, not sure if it was a bomb blast or booby-trap, Connor turned over and blinked a few times to get the shadow from his vision. But the blur didn't vanish, it just became clear. Keira Ticon

Wincing, and spitting out a little grit, Connor processed how she had come to be the one to greet him. Of all skirmishes on all the planets - but then this was a Mando show of force after all. He pushed on the rocky wall and stood, a little wobbly, glancing down at his left hand - cut and bleeding.

"Nice. In the back. Didn't think you were a coward, Keira. Don't you have rules?"

Since the broken leg and hand were recovering, Connor had stayed out of combat recently. Bar being wrapped in a high-tech suit of armour he could have done with now. Instead, it was just him in his tunic and cowl, resting on the inner wall of a temple. The hand felt like it was being stabbed by a thousand needles.

"I'm not going to fight you," he shook his head, in pain, "not today. I'm not here for that. I'm not here to stand in your way."

He stood a little more, un-sure of just what she was going to do, but not fearing her. This was his Keira after all.

 

[H3xle]

Allies: [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="The Rusted Queen"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Phax"] [member="Kevros Kovani"]
Enemies: Jedi [member="jamie pyne"] [member="aela talith"] [member="connor harrison"]
Neutral: Mandos
Objective: Obfuscate, misdirect, and infiltrate

Waide moved along with the padawan, keeping his eyes peeled for an opportune moment to spring a trap and escape in the confusion.

Unfortunately, the padawan sprung her trap first, and stopped them in an empty atrium.

"I know it was you, private." She turned, facing the man in soldier's armor. "We watched you on the security feeds." Her grip on her weapon was firm, though she did not raise nor activate it. "You didn't just find those explosives, you planted them, didn't you?" Her expression remained somber, almost pained. Ossus wasn't her world, in fact it held little importance to her if compared to say, Naboo, but she still felt a connection to the temple, its' people, and its' history. "Why?"

Waide paused, he was side on to her for a moment, and he turned his head to look at her and nod. The key to convincing improv was to never say no, so at this point he had to rely on his instincts. He reached up and unclipped the rifle strap from the butt, letting the strap fall loose, then spun the rifle so he was holding it by the barrel in his left hand. He held out the stock of the rifle to the Jedi, seemingly expecting her to remove his weapon. While he did that, he removed the pistol from his side holster with two fingers and tossed it near the Jedi's feet, but obviously not at her. He had to make her believe he wasn't a threat, and disarming should help with that. Removing his belt would have been awkward, as he had looped it through his belt loops like the soldier he had taken the uniform from had. It looked a bit on the sloppy side, and made it awkward to remove, so he didn't bother.

"Why..." He practically breathed the word, and shook his head, looking down and away from the Jedi, reaching up to his face to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I don't know if you'll understand..." he continued, focusing on his training. The key to a convincing lie, was to tell the truth. Convoluted as that seemed, telling parts of the truth and letting others assume endings made it less work on the part of the liar. His former master had trained him mercilessly on that aspect. To be honest, though, she had trained him mercilessly on everything. "My parents..." he sniffed a bit, "The Sith told me to take out the shields." Truth. "I didn't really have a choice..." Truth. "If I ever wanted to see them..." He stopped and pushed the heel of his hands into his eyes, as if trying to stop tears from coming. "Ach...I fethed up, didn't I?" Truth. Then he dropped to one knee, facing the padawan, with his head hanging, and his right hand still pressing on his eyes. "What could I do?"

 

[Dariak Talesa]

Location: South Gun

Strength: 4 Tal'kad Verde (Callsign Recce 3)

Objective: Take South Gun


Allies: Mandalorians -- [member="Grim Vizsla"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Isley Verd"] | [member="Marcus Lok"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] | [member="Kalad Shysa"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] [felt like tagging ya] | [member="Neskar A'toll"] | [member="Dariak Talesa"] | [member="Oron Verd"] | [member="Kami Meran"] | [member="Brent Warnel"]
Enemies: Silver Jedi Order -- [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="D’in Ss’ikoo"] | [member="Travot Ravenna"]


Not only was someone now taking potshots at them but now enemy droids were advancing towards their location. Dariak was seeing the situation's positive outcome becoming less and less likely. He had smarts rather than sheer bravado and so he was beginning to worry. He locked comms with Marcus up in the gun and snarled at him. "Get that karking gun up and ready. We got inbound droids and I want them heaps of molten slag now! We also got advancing pair of lads! Probably a Jedi! Can't tell from here. Get that gun up or we're kriffed."

The scouts and their leader retreated to the other side of the gun and settled themselves down for contact on their stomachs. They sighted down on their rifles and at Dariak's order they primed ion grenades into their underslung launcher. After he had given his commands to Marcus he connected comms with [member="Grim Vizsla"] and the rest of the command team. "Command, Recce 3. Be advised we have enemy droids in platoon strength inbound, break, south gun is not yet sliced and secured, break, mission outcome doubt. Will attempt to repel enemy force. Requesting immediate backup. over."

"Get set for contact boys and girls!" he let out locally, his voice carrying. Dariak de-cloaked himself and the scouts followed suit. As they used the gun for cover the Tal'kad Verde stepped out to fire their ion grenades into the advanced ranks of the droids. The propelled grenades would travel further than if thrown and the scouts had arced outwards to ensure as big a spread as possible. Rather than wait for the bombs to go off the scouts then switched to their main firing mode, green bolts from their rifles jumping into the mechanical ranks. Just as well the heady sig gas could do well against military-grade medium armour.


NPC Actions

• Tal'kad Verde have fired ion grenades and a volley of blaster fire at the droids controlled by [member="D’in Ss’ikoo"]

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Location: Aegis Base - Jedi Temple
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"] & SJO
Enemies: [member="Waide"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | Mandalorians | Sith

A look of total confusion washed over the blonde, taking the weapon that the man offered to her, leaving the sidearm on the ground as it were. Jamie had no idea how to operate a blaster, but she shouldered the weapon for posture regardless. About the only thing she knew about the things were that you pointed the barrel at what you wanted to kill and pulled the trigger. If it was empty, or jammed, or required anything other than looking at what you wanted to destroy and squeezing the trigger she would look like a child trying to operate a satellite. That is, entirely incapable.

She remained still as the man spoke, listening to his story as he broke down into tears about the forced servitude into the Sith, before falling to one knee. This was hardly the outcome she had expected of the man who just attempted to jeopardize every single person within the temple and base. In fact, she was speechless for an awkward amount of time, simply looking down at Waide as he sobbed into his hand. "Look." She said, kneeling down beside him. "I understand." She could empathize with what he had been through. Deep inside she knew she would do anything to protect her family and home. They weren't so different. "Sometimes when we're faced with a tough choice we only see the black and white, and not the grey in between." She patted his shoulder, offering a measure of compassion. "What you did was wrong, you know that already, but it didn't look like you had another option. And I get that. But perhaps we can help you get them back a different way now."

Even if she were to help this man in some way, they would still need to figure out a way to deal with the whole attempted destruction of the shield generator fiasco. Terribly unfortunate circumstance or not, this wasn't exactly her call to make. At best she could plead to release the man into her care given the circumstances, but Ossus was a Silver Jedi world. It wasn't Naboo, and it wasn't within Galactic Alliance space. Their decision was law.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Near the Temple
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Grim Vizsla"] [member="Kalad Shysa"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Alkesh Vizsla"] [member="Verz Horak"]
Enemies: Jedi and Friends [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Jamie Pyne"]
Objective: Raid
Gear: First Post

Finally. The sound of War filled the air of Ossus as the Mandalorians fought against their opponents of the Silver Jedi Order. And everything that was happening as of this moment made Vilaz feel stupendous and great. Ever since he could remember, the Mandalorians as a whole always followed the unwritten status quo of the Galaxy which was to have peace and serenity. It made them have morals that contradicted their traditions, not that they didn't had any at all. No, these were foreign morals and they were now just dust in the wind.

The Munin, advancing with the other Mandalorians that were escorting Grim to the temple, had his assault rifle out and was shooting out blaster bolts in three-burst rounds at the Jedi and soldiers that opposed him and his brethren.

"I'm gonna go ahead and take down any hostiles in the temple. Grim, don't feth this up."

With that the Akaan activated his jetpack and began flying towards the step of the Jedi Temple. All doing this, he continued to fire rounds of blaster bolts at the defenders of Ossus.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1SlBlB5pzU​

Objective: Do What Jedi Do Best
Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | SJO & Jedi
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | Mandalorians & Sith

Once more unto the breach. The age-old conflict between Light and Dark would continue long past his lifetime, nor that of any man or woman participating in this regrettable battle. Carnifex - a man more akin to an armour-clad demon, yet still but a man - came at him as if he were possessed. Thurion met his attack head on, never one to shy away from a fight if he could spare lives in doing so. Perhaps it was the Midvinter in him making it impossible to refuse a challenge, or perhaps it's because his duty as Jedi demands that he stand and fight evil. It mattered little to him at the moment as he parried the barrage of blows sent his way, feet planted firmly in the ground, like a stout tree deeply rooted over several decades.

The emotional turmoil brought on by Kaine's use of his old master's lightsaber was there, but after all these years Thurion knew better than to allow them to cloud his judgement or distract him from the moment. In truth, all it did was fuel his every strike against the Dark Lord - not with anger or a sense of vengeance, but with burning purpose. He'd already lost Asha, his mother and mentor, to this servant of darkness. He'd lost Iella, one of his dearest friends and predecessor as head of the Order. Both had faced Kaine on his own terms to protect a loved one. Now he had his own loved ones to fight for, and fight he would.

He went on the offensive, each strike of his lightsaber accompanied by a step forward. His eyes never left those of Carnifex, hidden though they may be by his horned helmet. The armour he wore made him appear almost twice the size of the Grandmaster, yet it did not inspire in him the fear Kaine was likely hoping for. "When this battle is over, you will have relinquished her possessions!" This he swore through gritted teeth.

 

[Kheera Reach]

Location: Jedi Temple (East Wing)
Allies: SJO, [member="Xena Amonali"]
Enemies: The attackers

Much like her Padawan, Kheera was also on edge. The feeling of despair kept lingering in her mind, screaming out in pain. It made focusing harder, but the young Cathar kept trying. Not for herself, but for her Padawan and the younger Jedi; there was a chance they felt the exact same feelings as she did and those needed someone older and stronger to keep smiling. An example for them to follow along and smile with her. And thus, Kheera smiled as warm as she could with her head tilted to the right.

Countless clicks of small heels filled the temple as they entered the East Wing. The young Jedi directly began to seek out for their own groups, creating smaller groups within the meetup that was located in the center of the wing. They seemed to be happy to be around their friends, smiling warmly at each other. Kheera even noticed two younger Twi'lek Jedi embracing one another in joy. The Cathar couldn't help but smile a bit more, it warmed her heart to see the Jedi at ease. She then lowered her eyes towards her Padawan, watching her golden-toned skin for a moment. Kheera found out not too long ago that Xena's mood was easily readable by simply watching her skin tone.

"So where to next Master?" Her Padawan's soft voice spoke to her. Kheera looked away from Xena with a sigh, thinking about their next move. Her ears lowered a bit, sunken deeply into concentration. After a second of silence, she snapped out of it and looked over towards her Padawan once again, their eyes meeting. "Let's head outside and see where the Force guides us. Whatever the issue might be is clearly not yet in the Temple. So let's take a look!" Kheera's bubbly voice spoke back towards the Firrerreo, followed by her usual lighthearted chuckle. She swung her arm around her Padawan's shoulder who was almost just as tall as she and took a step forwards. However, something made Kheera step mid-step, something that nagged onto her back. The same screams, the same cries, a reminder of the horror could happen. It was vague and hard to read but something within her core whispered quietly. A whisper so quiet that it was almost non-existent, thanks to all the chaotic screams. It told Kheera to head north.

After a few seconds has passed, Kheera continued her elegant steps forwards, her tail swinging along with her body. "Let's go, my dearest Padawan." the Cathar mumbled while dragging along Xena by her shoulders. Looking from underneath her long lashes, she began to peek around every corner they walked past. It was just to ensure that nobody was hiding away, perhaps an enemy, perhaps a young Jedi. Kheera didn't truly know what she was looking for whenever she looked at a new empty corner. "We are heading North, you may lead the way if you please. Let the Force guide your path." It was a good training for Xena, in both her connection to the Force and leadership. The Cathar placed her free paw against one of the grand doors and pushed it open, revealing the nature of Ossus.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Location: Mountains, west of Aegis Base
Allies: Herself
Enemies: Jedi
Worthy Opponent: [member="Sorel Crieff"]


Enyo was waiting behind cover when the Jedi emerged. Now that she had her target in sight, she could see that it was indeed a Jedi. The clone was unfamiliar with a number of more esoteric applications of the Force, but she considered it likely that her opponent had detected her presence. Likewise, Enyo was drawn to her like a moth to a flame and had homed in on her presence.


Her opponent had not attacked yet. So instead Enyo seized the initiative, and fired her bolter, as soon as the Jedi had ascended the plateau. Ideally this would reduce the time the Silver had to react to her assault and limit her options. Key word being ideally.


Now one might wonder how efficient a rifle could be against a Force wizard. After all, everyone knew that blastes tended to be useless since a Jedi could easily deflect and reflects shots with her lightsabre, unless you attacked them in significant numbers. The fact that the average blasters' firing rate was appalling didn't help. Slugthrowers fared better since it was more difficult to deflect them, but only specialised firearms were really effective. Such as disruptors, shatterguns, sonic weapons and, coincidentally, bolters.


The Mark One Bolter in question was loaded with 30mm x 45mm explosive bolts. These bolts had been designed to counter Force-users. Unlike common explosives, they were armed at launch, so any significant pressure on the warhead caused detonation, including Force shields and telekinesis since they exploded on impact.


So trying to push the round away would result in you being showered with a cloud of shrapnel. The bolt had a two metre casualty radius, and up to six metres a target could be injured by blast and shrapnel. Semiautomatic firing rate, and with enough power to damage light vehicle armour.


Of course, the clone was still facing an experienced Jedi. Rather than unleash the Force aggressively against her opponent, Enyo drew upon it to strengthen her own body, enhance her aim and accuracy, letting the ethereal energies flow through her as she pulled upon the tangled web of power. The salvoe of bolter rounds was directed at the ground near Sorel and around her feet to make it more difficult for her to dodge.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Location: In the flames of War | Still a Half Mile from the Temple | Charred Jungle
Allies: [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Waide"] | [member="Phax"] | Sith |
Enemies: Jedi & Mandos | [member="Causstik Rahn"]
Objective: Capture or Survive the Trandoshan War-Chief Encounter
Secondary Objective: Find a way off Ossus.

The smell of burning wires and flesh was an all too familiar one for the Sith that struck true. The crackle of heat that seared through the War-Chiefs under armor got the best of him. A wound the warrior clearly had felt in long time. It wasn't the furious demeanor that enlightened Kevros, but the sudden velvet red that sprayed through the air as the jet pack lifted his target upward. Kevros knew it was blood. He had seen much of it in his time as a young man, testing his mettle in the darkside of the force. A sputter from the hunters jet pack forced him into a quick dive for the ground below.

The saber strike had not only taken the reptiles flesh, but his means of flight. The sheer seconds it took to all unfold was a scary prospect. In battle things were ever changing, a systemic that would never change, much like war. The thought battle in general made Kevros pause for a moment. A dark intensifying fog of ash swallowing them both. What had lead him here? The simple act of Dark versus Light? A ancient old indication of past failures and successors. If Kevros fought for the darkside than what did a Mandalorian warrior fight for? His armaments gave away his allegiance and no Jedi came without their precious tools, much like the sith. Regardless, principles were on the line.

Losing sight of the slave master he turned both sabers off, slowly approaching through the dark smoke. Giving the hunter a moment to regain himself was dangerous, even worse it gave the vile green monster a chance to reload. The searing pain from the slugs dug deeper, his teeth clenched preventing a grunt or suckling noise. The last thing he needed to do was give away his position. Another trail of blood leaked down his leg, a reminder of his morality after his small triumph. Now that the War-Chief was flightless, things could get nasty for both of them. The fires still roared, twisting and growing like the bowels of hell taunting at them. Soon there would be no more trees, bushes, animals, or even twigs. The pyromaniac lizard had caused it, deleting from Ossus a tundra of green.

He silently placed his Valis White Saber back into his robe, quietly waiting for any sign of the furious beast in the dense ash. His eyes began to burn as the soft clouds seeped into his mask. He would have to deal with it, lifting his free left hand up above his brows. Wincing at the pain in his eyes he squinted, small droplets of tears pouring out. His vision grew fuzzy before he shook his head trying to rid himself of the watery vision. This was the last thing he needed, stopping he felt a tug in the force. His body spun, preparing for what came next. His legs spread as he held tightly onto his hilt. The defense stance was practiced routinely and known to many practitioners as Soresu. He took a deep breath, waiting for the right moment to reignite his lonely red saber. It would be a beacon of death, a light of darkness in the eyes of a warrior.

​And when the opposition saw it, fear would strike their heart.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Temple Library
Allies: [member="Jamie Pyne"]
Enemies: [member="Waide"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]

She had gathered up all the explosives, placing the last one into the opaque bubble just in time.

Her fingers twitched slightly.

What many people didn't know about Thermal Detonators was that they technically weren't explosives. They didn't explode out and cause damage in the same manner that a Concussion grenade might, no, instead they worked through imploding. The Baradium charge that sat within the grenade expanded out, and then took in its surroundings. That was how the charge worked, how it did damage. Of course if there was nothing to take in...say because the blast was being contained by a force bubble, then there would be no explosive casualty.

So Aela concentrated. She allowed her fingers to flick slightly, and then closed her eyes. A second passed, two, and then there was a sudden...burst. The Opaque bubble struggled for half a second, cracks running alongside it, and then...nothing. She smiled slightly, opening her eyes and letting the bubble go. A whif of smoke rose from where the bubble had sat just a few seconds ago, a rise of air that signified the detonation had happened.

"Alright. Now to catch up with Jamie." They couldn't have gotten too far.

With a smile on her face she wandered outside of the security room, rushing past the guards there and running across the open ground of the Temple. She couldn't quite see Jamie, and before she could catch up to her padawan something caught her attention.

A Mandalorian flew over the grounds of the Temple, his blaster firing over and over again to rain down hell.

"Kark!" Aela cursed as one of the bolts nearly struck her, her lightsaber igniting just in time to catch the bolt and bat it away. "We'll see about that."

She turned, and then with a massive pull of the force attempted to yank the Mandalorian from the sky.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Northern area of temple
Gear:

Spoiler

2x Standard Lightsabers, Armor, Impact Gel, AI Wrist Blaster, Gun #1, Gun #2, Phrik Blade

Allies: [member=Rapax], [member="Audren Sykes"] and SJO allies
Enemies: [member="Grim Vizsla"], [member="Ronan Vizsla"], [member="Alkesh Vizsla"], [member="Kalad Shysa"], Mandos, Sith, and anyone else with the last name Vizsla I guess

The Gurlanin was largely silent as they prepared for battle, but accepted the stim offered to him. “It helps absorb damage and sharpen your focus.” With that simple explanation, she cut off the one-sided small talk and took a deep breath as she felt her heart jump from the synthetic adrenaline. Within a few minutes, the drug would be fully active in her system. Hopefully this wouldn’t last long. Thurion’s transmission could be heard via the comm in her ear, and it was her respect for the Grand Master that held back a laugh. If anything, the Mandalorians had proven recently that they were not a peaceful people. Sealing the helmet over her head, Joza took a few moments to orient herself as the GPS tracker sprung to life in front of her eyes and the readouts loaded. Kind of ironic, really. “Let’s go, Rapax.”

No sooner had the pair begun making their way to the northern part of the temple did Audren’s voice crackle in her ear. Ysalamir? Despite the fact that it was a given, she groaned. Joza did not have good experiences with the little beasts, notably on Essien.


[SIZE=10.5pt]..."One creates a bubble of 10 meters in diameter where the Force could not be used. Of course, that damn Force apparently is the basis of all existence so that bubble doesn't technically eliminate it but no one could influence the Force within that bubble. A pack of these little cute creatures could possibly extend their bubbles to a few kilometers, in some cases that is. So a word of advice from me. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Don't [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]go to Myrkr."...[/SIZE]


Thanks, dad.

“Change of plans.” Grabbing the sniper rifle that was slung over her shoulder, Joza tisked. “Go help Sykes on the frontlines. I’ll join you as soon as I can.” Turning towards a staircase to the left, Joza ascended to a higher level in the temple. Following the sound of gunfire, she shuffled past the e-webs in a low crouch through the length of what served for a battlement. Yikes. Glancing down at the chaotic scene below, she spotted a crown of blonde hair—Master Audren Sykes—as he cut a sharp swath through the enemy. Armored stomach against the ground, she set the tip of her rifle against the ledge and looked down the scope, focusing on the warriors approaching the temple, eyes peeled specifically for those annoying little creatures that were often strapped to their backs. What? Her eyes widened a notch, seeing that none of her targets were wearing a nutrient frame that supported a fragile force nullifying lizard.

“Joza,” Ivan’s voice seemed to vibrate throughout her skull. “Reinforcements are en route from Lianna to Ossus.” “Good.” She murmured, keeping the approaching pack of Vizslas in her line of sight. She saw no ysalamiri but they were wearing…backpacks? Were the lizards inside the backpacks? Biting her lower lip, she brought the first one she saw into her line of sight and squeezed off a shot aimed for the center of [member="Grim Vizsla"]’s white and red Mechamiri pack. “Hand control of the ships over to [member="Arisa Yune"] when they arrive in Ossus space.” Next, she moved her attention to the form of [member="Ronan Vizsla"]. She certainly would have preferred to aim at their bodies, but eliminating anything that hindered the Force would make them easier to deal with. And if it wasn’t what she thought it was, at the very least she would…shoot their medical kits off. “That’s an order, not a suggestion, Volek.”