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

[Connor Harrison]

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

Well, at least she was drip-feeding him sarcasm and irony. That was something. He nodded a little, forcing a smile with the pain in the back of his head. It was true all she said however, he had done what needed to be done.

He didn't get the chance to speak - another blow, this time one he saw her make, but didn't avoid or block it. He took the burst of energy to the side, sending him tumbling back into the cracked wall. It didn't send him down, but it was like a hard punch with an even harder cushion.

A gasp escaped his lips, and a bloodied hand held his side, the navy tunic now stained. Breathing was a little harder after that, and he made it clear he had to fight to get his breath after that, but he looked at her, giving her that one. She spoke, and he listened.

Had he killed someone for just "being there"? His eyes wandered a little, thinking. So many faces. Good. Bad. Neutral. The wounded Jedi stood up again, leaning back.

"Er...I don't know...maybe. Can't remember. I will day, probably."

He sniggered, shrugging a little. She was behind that helmet, somewhere. Outside, he heard the roar of a fighter. The call of war. It was exhilarating.

"So. You done? I can do this...all day. I'm done trying to convince myself I'm better than I thought."

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Temple Grounds
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Grim Vizsla"] [member="Kalad Shysa"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Alkesh Vizsla"] [member="Verz Horak"] [member="Marcus Lok"] [member="Neskar A'toll"]
Enemies: Silver Jedi [member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Aela Talith"]

His time in the air would come to an end as something invisible dragged him down to Ossus' earth. The Mandalorian tried to resist the pull with the aid of his jetpack, but the effort wouldn't be worth it as he would come crashing down on the earth; however, it would be somewhat of a "soft" landing due to the early resistance when the Munin was flying with his jetpack.

Vilaz grunted as he rolled one the ground and got back up on his two feet, trying to find his attacker. And there she was, the female Jedi that he attempted to blast with his rifle and yanked him from his flying with, what was his assumption, the Force. Well, she had a painted herself as target that Vilaz would try to eliminate by whatever means. No one whether it be a Sith, Jedi, Imperial, or whatever it was would go home scot-free after attacking him. Hell, not even a Mandalorian would go home without some scars and scratches on him.

"Get some, Jedi," the Akaan said as he aimed his rifle at the woman and began dispersing blaster bolts in a three-round burst of fire. All while he did this, he walked towards the Jedi in an attempt to close the chasm between them.

 

[Aela Talith]

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

She hadn’t expected the Mandalorian to open fire so quickly.

Aela had heard tales of the warrior culture, she’d even seen some holo-vids of them fighting, but she’d never actually gone up against any of them, never even met one of them in fact. She knew that they were fierce combatants however, and prone to hunting Jedi. That alone meant she was weary, yet this one in particular seemed all to eager to put her into the ground.

As the bolts flew towards her she retrieved the second lightsaber from her belt.

It jumped to life with a bright white crackle of energy, the hilt buzzing with an odd sort of static as she began to deflect bolt after bolt. Bright lights danced as she tried to keep up with the rate of fire, her eyes widening as he kept shooting over and over again. Eventually she lapsed, one of the bolts sizzling past her and biting into the skin of her arm.

A hiss of pain escaped her lips and she suddenly coiled to the side.

In a liquid motion she dashed to the left of the Mandalorian, fingers unfurling from her lightsaber as she wrenched her hand to the left and sought to fling the man from his feet.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

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


The bolter bombardment had served its purpose by making the Jedi leave her cover. As soon as her opponent leapt through the air towards her with great speed, Enyo discarded her boltgun. The explosive bolts would be no use at close range, since the clone would end up hurting herself, too. Strictly speaking, the bolter had ammunition types that were designed for close range, such as buckshot, but removing and replacing magazines would've taken time.


In a fluid motion, her lightsabre leapt into her left hand, while her Fire for Effect designed sonic blaster pistol jumped into her right one. The pistol was compact, reliable and utilised powerful sonic wave technology, causing terrible damage with spheres of concentrated sound.


Gracefully, the Jedi landed adjacent to the boulder Enyo had been hiding behind. Now at last they were close and the clone could get a good look at her enemy, emerging from cover. The contrast between the two could not be more striking. Enyo's aura radiated cold fury and violent intent. The Jedi's comportment puzzled her slightly, but she did not hesitate.


As if on automatism, the clone's gun hand was raised and she fired at the Jedi's centre of mass. The pistol only had a burst mode and unleashed a concentrated mass of sound that was devastating to living issue. If blocked by a lightsabre, the sonic wave would explode on contact. It had the concussive force to burst or damage internal organs of an unarmoured target, though the radius was limited to the body part it hit. Theoretically, a nonfatal hit could cause disorientation.


"Fight." A single word left the clone's lips. The helmet's integrated, electronic speaker modulated her voice, but even without it the Archangel operative would've sounded hollow and as chilly as a snowstorm on Hoth. Her own lightsabre ignited with the typical snap-hiss, producing a beam of violet energy.

 

[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"]
Neutral: Mandos
Objective: Escape

"It's going to be okay, Mr Walthers."

The words and a strange sense from the Dark Side set off an alarm in his head just before the blinding flash encompassed him and his hostage. The only reason he was still able to keep track of his surroundings was his kinesthetic sense and the fact that he'd been reaching out with the force to sense behind him. That didn't truly mitigate the effects, however, as he had never really trained in seeing without his eyes, something he suddenly felt to be very important to train on in the near future.

"Gaaahhhh!" His hostage shouted. He had been keeping his eyes on the Jedi, likely hoping for some miracle to get him out of this mess.

They were both blinded for the moment, but he still knew where he and his hostage were, which was all he needed to know. His hand was still wrapped in the man's hair tightly, his palm resting against the man's scalp practically. It was a relatively secure way to hold someone's hair, and far less painful than just pulling on the hair. He continued to step back, as the only way he knew he was getting out of this alive was by continuing to escape with his hostage.

A whisper of cloth and the snap-hiss of a lightsaber blade presaged his own lightsaber being hooked. Blinded, limping, and holding a hostage, he wasn't going to be able to wage a conventional battle, not that such was his specialty. He let go of his saber, it's blade vanishing as it spun away from his hand. That hand, now free of any implement, pushed into the air in between Jamie and him. His pain, his frustration, his anger, and his desperation fueled and focused his Force Push towards Jamie. All throughout, he attempted to blink away the blindness. His only success currently was differently shaded bands of light, one of which glowed brighter than the rest.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

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

So...Very...Close!

Her free hand reached forward to grab the Sith's arm in an attempt to secure both the limb and its' position and wrestle away Waide's grip. Still, her ambitious actions were a bit too overzealous and not without fault. Much to her surprise the man dropped the lightsaber without even so much as a clash, instead opting for the trick he had used on her back in the atrium once more. This time however the push had far more oomph behind it, feeling more like a sack of rocks striking her in the stomach than a heavy wind carrying her. The impact nearly drained all of the air from her lungs as her back struck against the stone wall of the temple, her body falling limp against the structure. Where there would have been a scream of pain, it was replaced instead by a desperate gasp for air and a couple of clanks against the ground as her lightsaber fell and rolled just beside her. The next few seconds passed with only blue eyes staring towards Waide and Reginald as he slowly continued backing his way up towards the exit whilst appearing to struggle with the temporary blindness.

"Ple--ase. S-" She could barely form the words with the air she could drag into her body. "St-top"

Waide may or may not even have heard her plea, it was hard to tell. The collision had been rather disorienting, and everything around was sort of spinning. A rather violent coughing fit tormented her while she felt around on the floor for her weapon, the other hand bracing her body so as not to fall. Despite every want, desire, and need to pull herself up from the ground, the muscles in her body refused to act, drawing all of the energy from her lungs to simply be. The girl could begin to feel her eyes fill with water as the Sith apprentice pulled the helpless man into the light of the sun and further and further away from Jamie. The realization that this mans life was about to be entirely forfeit made her heart ache with such pain. A man she'd known only the name of and nothing more. A life of slavery and mistreatment was all that awaited him the moment he would find himself aboard that starship.

Her hand felt the cylindrical shape of the Cambylictus wood belonging to Daylight. A firm grip wrapped around the weapon as she struggled to pull herself up once more.

If there was still time she couldn't waste it. With a groan she pushed away the pain in her back and ran after Waide.

 

[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"]
Neutral: Mandos
Objective: Escape

Waide continued to blink, trying to clear his vision. The pain in his ankle fueled him, as did his frustration at failing so magnificently at his task. He did not wallow in self guilt, he merely knew that he should have succeeded. He already knew which parts of his plan were flawed and how he would do differently in the future, he only needed to have time to sit and analyze, then train.

His vision was slowly coming back, instead of colored blurs of lights, he was able to see slight definitions. The walls looked differently than the exit, and different than the hallway. It was all still mostly two dimensional, however, which made piloting a speeder bike problematic. Particularly so, as his leg brushed against it just that moment. Channeling his pain and anger into his words, he addressed Reginald.

"Resist and you will live a long and painful life. Cooperate, and you will not want for a thing. Get on the bike." The body pressed against him barely resisted, so frightened he was. Waide ignored the ignoble scents that wafted from lower. He would not hold it against the man, so long as they escaped. The hostage slid onto the bike clumsily, still unable to see and merely whimpering at this point. Waide slid on behind him, his vision still clearing slowly.

He lit up the engines and pushed out with his force senses, his energy wasn't limitless, but his need to escape helped to fuel his emotions. He regretted the loss of his lightsaber, but he couldn't distinguish it from a Gungan tongue at the moment. That also meant the speeder bike that was paired with the one he began to ride was still intact. The sound of running footsteps behind him gave him no time to even think of sabotaging it, as he attempted to accelerate the bike towards the opening. His force senses arcing before him like a narrow band radar. Once he got away from the base, he would hopefully be able to let his vision return before he made his way to the ship. Otherwise, this would likely be a comical or fatal escape attempt.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

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

If Waide hadn't had that prisoner Jamie would have simply let him go. The pain in her back was hardly pleasant, and the idea of continuing after him was much to the chagrin of her muscles. Noticing that the man hadn't thought it important to spend time finding his own weapon before hurrying out, her hand scooped up the Sith blade as she ran past it, tucking it safely and securely into her boot. Reaching the exit, her eyes scanned quickly to find the hostage being forced into the pilot's seat of a speeder while the acolyte took up the rear. Jamie cursed the Force as she ran down the steps, skipping one or two every other step to quickly reach the bottom. Her feet hit the ground as the engine whirred and kicked off, sending the Sith and his driver forward before Jamie had even the slightest bit of hope in stopping him.

"KARK!" She hissed, knowing full well that she'd have to chase Waide on a speeder. As if these things weren't the bane of her existence already, now she was on a time crunch on top of having to fumble her way through navigating one of these dreadful machines without killing herself. That was almost as dangerous as confronting Waide had been earlier, perhaps even more so in fact. At least if she'd been injured or killed fighting it would be seen as noble or at least worthwhile. If she died out here it would only be because she was a terrible pilot. Her ghost couldn't live with that sort of embarrassment.

For half a second as she fired the engines of the speeder she contemplated just letting him go, just turning back and returning to find Aela and going home. She knew Aela wouldn't just let this man escape though and she would be disappointed if Jamie did as well. Kicking the vehicle into gear she wiped away the water that had begun to run down the side of her cheeks and hit the throttle after Waide. A sudden jerking motion pulled the vehicle into motion at breakneck speed after them. Catching up might be difficult, but with a man frightened for his life he might make a worse pilot than Jamie which was rather difficult to imagine.

 

[Mav Halo]

Location: Aegis Base, Inner Fortification Ring
Objective: Hold the Line
Allies: Mandalorians | [member="Grim Vizsla"] | [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Alkesh Vizsla"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Marcus Lok"] | [member="Dariak Talesa"] | [member="Kade Kelborn"] | [member="Brent Warnel"] | etc
Enemies: Silver Jedi Order | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | @ D’in Ss’ikoo | etc

Kalad gritted his teeth as he maintained his position at Ronan’s back, guarding the younger Mandalorian’s flank as they tore into the Jetii ranks. Again and again his beskad flashed out, cleaving flesh and battering the armour of those that stood to block their path. There was no grace or savage beauty in his movements, just a brutal efficiency akin to that of a butcher plying his trade. Cut, slice, stab. Repeat as often as necessary. It didn’t need to be pretty, it just needed to be effective.

Of course, right or wrong, he was an old hand when it came to the spilling of blood. While the rest of his clan had come to see the mercenary lifestyle as a secondary occupation, one to be assumed only when times on the farmstead were hard, the Alor’ad had made conflict and war his primary trade. One he had honed for close to a century in some of the darkest, forgotten corners of the galaxy.

Fortunately, when given the chance, it seemed his clan were quick to recover their warrior heritage, quickly falling in line with their opposing numbers from the assembled Vizsla forces without a grumble or even a flicker of hesitation. Grudges temporarily shelved in favour of fighting a common foe. As fragmented as the Mandalorians might frequently appear to the aruetiise, nothing drew them together like a good old fashioned brawl.

They would need it, it seemed. The jetii forces were reacting to their presence a touch faster than anticipated, the surprise of their arrival already wearing thin as they moved to counter. The conflict was devolving into a simple argument of quality versus quantity, the balance between continuously shifting as combatants were felled on either side. Mandalorian and Jetii blood mingling in the dirt beneath their feet.

“<<Varro, payt eso.>>” Kalad barked as he bashed aside a padawan’s overly enthusiastic challenge, drawing his blaster in one smooth motion to fire two shots off in response to the youth’s unprotected midriff. A third and final shot sealed the deal, catching him just below the chin as he fell. Shame, kid had gett’se. “<<Taylir te Vizsla briik.>>”

The glyphs in the corner of his HUD, those that still remained, blinked a silent acknowledgement to the order as the Shysa Mandalorians moved as one to shore up the line and keep the formation tight. They might have lacked the raw ferocity or need to prove themselves that the Vizsla possessed, but they were steadfast enough to keep the cracks from widening. And with numbers against them, getting spread too thin now was something they simply couldn’t afford.

No, they needed that shield down and they needed reinforcements.

“<<Cabur, I’m going to make a break for the outer ring. If we hit them on both sides of the line, we can crack it open like a sweet kasaq oyster.>>” A blaster bolt scorched his pauldron, forcing him to ram himself against a fallen barricade as several more blue bolts seared the air around them. He barked back a few of his own, the blind fired shots cutting as much empty atmosphere as his opponents but made him feel a touch better and gave his would be attackers a moment of pause. “<<You think you can handle things while I’m out?>>”

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Location: Space - Above Ossus
Allies: Sith [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="The Rusted Queen"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Kevros Kovani"] [member="Phax"] [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] (Tentative)
Enemies: Jedi and [member="Davon Karr"]
Objective: Defend

"I'm well aware of that fact, Lady Anaya. This isn't my first time in naval combat and it won't be my last. I intend to talk to them first."

That said, he was somewhat concerned about the situation. If they were forced out of their orbit before they could pick up their boots on the ground it would certainly cause problems for everyone involved. Fortunately, he had an alternate plan for this sort of situation. It was risky, and they'd still likely end up losing someone, but it was better than losing everyone in the chaos that would ensue if they did stick around to fight. Even though he was still hoping to avoid combat with these new forces that had just arrived, he was going to put things into motion for the potential chance that they wouldn't be able to avoid such a thing.

"Captain."

"Yes, sir?"

"Deploy the RAL's to the surface. Tell them to find somewhere they can land out of sight. Just enough of them to pick up our people. If we're forced to move they'll stay behind and fly their cargo out into space. We'll come back and pick them up if we have to."

"Yes, sir."

They were being hailed by their new foes. He could see the communications officer waving at him to indicate as much. It was to be expected. At least the commander of the new vessels was smart enough to want to talk. While Leos had come in with guns blazing, it had been in response to a blockade that was going to potentially hurt his people. What surprised him was that it seemed the new commander and his already present compatriot hadn't already conversed with one another. Annoying, but that was reality. That said, he tipped his head towards the communications officer and the hail from the Mandalorian fleet was answered by one green skinned Sith sitting in a command chair.

"Good day. I am Darth Ignus, here on behalf of the Sith Order. To whom do I speak?"

About 5 RAL's would leave the small force and head down to the planet. That should be plenty to pick up the actual cargo and provide decoy protection.

Fleet:

Spoiler

Ignus Black Corporate Fleet
1 Sadow-class Star Destroyer Mirial Accord
1 Dalek-class Frigate Respite
2 Ignis II-class Frigates
2 Deimos-class Gunships

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Location: Mountains, west of Aegis base
Worthy Opponent: [member="Enyo Typhos"]

Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

No sooner had Sorel’s feet touched the ground than she was under attack again. Her experience of duelling was that there was often a ritual to be observed. There was the squaring off. Then an exchange of insults or reasoning why the other party should stand down. Finally, one side or the other would decide the talking was over and initiate the attack.

Her opponent was clearly not one to stand on ceremony.

The boltgun was discarded, which Sorel saw as a blessing but in its place was a saber and a different gun. Sorel was aware, even in the micro-seconds she had to appraise the situation, that her focus was not on the woman that stood before her but her weapons. Her eyes started to glance up towards the woman’s helmeted face but they barely moved upwards from her hands before she was focussed on them again.

The saber was not a viable threat – at least not yet. But the blaster was, as was the intent of the single word uttered. Instinctively Sorel threw her right hand out and her left hand quickly followed suit.

Sorel was no physicist – but she knew Tutaminis, through her stewardship of Master Shan’s Holocron. She never saw herself as the owner – she would merely look after it for a period of time before she passed it on to another Jedi. And Tutaminis was an ability Master Shan was particularly skilled at, although as a Jedi Initiate she’d learned the basics within the Jedi academy. But although taught to all Jedi, it was a rare feat to be capable of dissipating concentrated energy such as what makes up a blasterbolt or lightsaber blade. But through studying with the Holocron’s gatekeeper, she’d learned to draw potentially harmful energy into her body and diffuse it or channel it away completely. In fact, she’d just started to learn how to use the absorbed energy to heal her wounds or manifest into other Force powers.

And sound was energy – carried by an oscillating wave that converts back and forth between the potential energy of the extra compression (in case of longitudinal waves) or lateral displacement strain (in case of transverse waves) of the matter, and the kinetic energy of the displacement velocity of particles of the medium. Not that Sorel knew this information, she just knew how to deal with energy.

Maybe sound was an energy source that was different to blaster bolts and a light saber, or maybe the suddenness of the attack impacted her, but things didn’t go entirely to plan. Her hand intercepted the sound waves – and she absorbed the energy – but at a price. She felt her hand go numb and she knew instinctively that the tissue had been damaged. How bad, she had no idea – but it would be measured in degrees of bad for sure.

Her other hand wasn’t just thrown out for show, or even balance. As soon as she’d absorbed the energy, she pooled the Force in her left hand. Around her fingers, violet light coalesced before arcing towards the blaster. It was a simple act – her intention was to disable to gun with her ability to interrupt electronic devices.

And as she did so, she finally looked her opponent in the eyes – or rather her visor. And she in turn uttered a single word.

“Why?”

 

[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"]
Neutral: Mandos
Objective: Escape

Waide and his hostage kept as fast a pace as they could, though the fact that Waide was driving from the back seat, bending his hostage over the front of the saddle, meant that speed and balance had to find an equilibrium. He'd started with quite a lead, but speeder bikes are not quiet and the dusty road caused a cloud to point to his direction of travel. All of this meant that any time Waide was willing to risk their balance and speed on looking back, he saw either a following cloud, or the form of Jamie Pyne herself.

Waide had to give the Jedi credit, she was tenacious and devoted. Waide also had to curse her, for those same features. He wasn't in any form for fighting, and he needed to get off the planet.

Up ahead, his stolen Republic drop ship was drawing closer. He risked his balance and speed for a second time, to activate the transponder on his belt to open the rear hatch. Having an unloaded drop ship meant he could just drive up into the ship with the speeder bike. Having the Jedi so close on his heels meant he wouldn't get a chance to take off before she got there. He needed a way to get her away from him, and he had an idea that might work, or not.

Up the ramp the speeder bike went, the braking still had them hit the bulkhead in the cargo compartment a little harder than they wanted, but Waide was able to dismount hurriedly and limp back down the ramp. His hostage was still on the bike when Waide hit the transponder again to lift the cargo hatch, sealing the man inside. Waide then focused on the coming continuation of his conflict with the Jedi. She was nearing at speed, so he wouldn't have time to ready both of the guards he had subdued earlier.

He focused his frustration and anger into his pull as he yanked the guard upright, it happened to be the one he had taken the clothes from. He pushed the guard up high against the drop ship upside down, then held him there as he looked to the approaching Jedi.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Temple interior, outskirts
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Connor Harrison"]

He was weak. That was the beginning and the end of it for her. Either he didn't exactly realize just how far she had come in rationalizing the idea of ending his life, or he didn't exactly care. Either way, he hadn't proven himself in any realm of combat so far, refusing to so much as retaliate even when he was visibly injured and in pain. To claim to be above such a thing was a Jedi response, and whether he would admit it or not, he was still one of them even if he claimed otherwise. To be different would be to retaliate, lash out against her for so much as daring to strike him, proving in one show of ultimate force that he wasn't to be looked down upon as any sort of lesser. That was the mindset of one like her, not this stagnation.

"The last time you played at something like this, I told you to prove to me that you're capable of handling this kind of power, that you can sustain this sort of existence without caving in at the first sign of something more than you. And you failed. You held back, limiting yourself with the same restraint you say you're beyond having." As Keira spoke she circled towards him, her movements fluid and predatory, making her out as a perfect hunter. Even with her helmet obscuring her features it was evident that she was watching him carefully, her gaze cold and calculating beneath the visor as she measured just what sort of threat he posed - if any - in his current state.

Rather than knock him about again she walked directly over to him, her head tilted slightly to one side as she looked up at him. "You're no different than the rest of them. If this all means nothing to you, then walk away. Your kind seems to have a talent in doing that." Her left hand darted up to bunch the fabric of his tunic in her fist, and she yanked downwards sharply to bring his eyes level with the visor of her helmet. "If you're worth anything, if you're not as weak as you're making yourself out to be, then you'll stand and fight like all the rest. But if you're not strong enough, you'll die. At this rate I'd be doing the galaxy a favor." Where normally such a thing would have been said entirely in goading, this time there was a deadly serious edge that had never been present before.

Pulling her hand to the side with his tunic still in her grasp, he would more like than not be knocked off balance and sent stumbling. The strength wasn't enough to properly throw him, but she wasn't pulling her punches by any means. This wasn't her resorting to deadly force just yet, but that was because she was toying with him. Time hadn't taken her habit of playing with her food, and he was all too easy prey as it stood.

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Darth Ignus"]

"They've asked us our purpose."

"Tell them this is a Clan Betna battle group and re-request they identify themselves. Fire up the tractor beams. Repeat our request in a suitable blunt tone. If they don't confirm their identity this time we'll drag their sorry arses out of our theatre by the scruff of the neck."

 

[Darth Prazutis]

​Objective: Destroy the Jedi
​Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | @Sith Order
​Enemies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

She was smart.

The Jedi glided across the open plain her fleet feet blessed by the winds of the force springing her forward amidst bullet fire from the kneeling Sith Lord. To the untrained eye she was a sweeping blur, a shadow gliding across the battlefield towards him. It looked like he wouldn't have to chase his prey after all, she was going to close the distance in with him. Prazutis readied the viper grenade launcher attachment, ensuring it and the Anti-Force User flashbang were ready inside. He stood from the secure position and called upon the force, its rushing winds flowing into his body adding speed to his run. The massive giant swept through the forests towards Coci a combination of a dark blur and a raging steam locomotive. He was always entertained at how his opponents reacted to a man of his size being able to move so fast, it was an added edge he often had against new opponents.

​Once Coci finally came into view the distance closer between them he gripped the rifle in one hand and thrusted the other towards her, an explosion of crimson lightning and the smell of ozone filled the air surging towards her. But this was merely a façade he expected her to absorb the lightning, any sensible Jedi would. But then he also fired the flashbang grenade at the ground towards her position, averting his gaze he reverted to using the force and his helmets hud as his guide when the powerful explosion of light came into view. Prazutis sheathed his rifle immediately after the explosion of light, and drew his lightsaber in a snap hiss. The Sith Lord lunged towards the Jedi Master.

​An experienced swordsman would note definite djem-so elements in his fighting style but it was only the bedrock, the foundation of the unique hybrid style he and his master developed using their extensive knowledge. If he was able to get close enough through his ploys he'd move to first bring down an explosive barrage of strikes rooted in djem-so. But amidst the combat he shifted to a one handed style and activated the miniature flame projector in his right gauntlet, blasting a gout of fire towards her.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Location: Space - In Orbit[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]Allies: Sith [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Kevros Kovani"] [member="Phax"] [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]Enemies: Jedi & Mandalorians [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Davon Karr"][/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]Objective: Try Not to get shot out of the sky[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=14.6667px]Anaya’s lekku twitched, her eyes narrowed slightly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“You intend, to do what?” she said quietly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]She listened to the message he gave and closed her eyes. “Idiot.” she whispered, terminating the communication. Rising from her chair she began to pace. The Captain’s eyes, followed her to and fro for several moments. She couldn't run, not with the interdiction active. She couldn't win a dog fight with them and surrender was most certainly not an option.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“They’re activating tractor beams.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Anaya stopped pacing and perched on the edge of her chair. “Clan Betna…” she pursed her lips. She could respond. Use the truth as her weapon. Even if it simply offered a distraction. Besides, she could hide behind Ignus and his little fleet. "Respond with the following message,"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“I am Anaya Fen, I wish to speak to your commander.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“My Lady?!” alarmed, Captain Crowley took a step towards her. “Forgive me, but if we do this, they will destroy you, surely?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Anaya smiled coldly. “Well, as Darth Ignus has said, we are representatives of the sith order. I might as well make the most out of a dire situation. Send the message, and patch me through to Calina.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Location: Under the shield, heading for the Temple.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]Objective: Make Temple Go Boom[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]Secondary Objective: Survive[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]Bonus Objective: Take down a Merrill[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px][member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]l [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Grim Vizsla"] [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]Little more than a heartbeat could have passed where the two of them to a heartbeat to acknowledge what was in front of them. Calina took a breath, drew the dark side to her and exhaled slowly, adjusting her fingers on the yoke.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]An ion blast hissed passed the fighter as she slid the fighter right, she noted the drop in the shields, her fingers tightened on the trigger when the green fireball caught up with them. Her cockpit became a scream of alarms, she froze for a second as her fighter was consumed by it. Her shields dropped another ten percent. “Feth” she hissed kicking herself into action and putting on a burst of speed as the Scar of Ilum, shields dropped, twisted away from her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]She squeezed the triggers of the lasers, sending bots streaking for the Scar’s side and aft before the connor net began to expand in front of her. Calina’s eye widened and she increased her speed towards dove for the ground, hoping to pass beneath it before it reached her.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]It clipped the rear of the Aleph, disrupting the shields and thrusters. The fighter stuttered and dropped. “Come on!” Calina pleaded, kicking the thrusters again and again, fear gathering as the ground rushed up to meet her. “Nope.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The sickening noise of metal under strain filled the cockpit as it hit the ground with a crunch, sliding into the earth before clipping a rock that flung her into the air again in a vicious spin. Calina closed her eyes, fighting back nausea as the g-force pressed on her from all side. She kicked the thrusters again, one last ditch attempt.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]With a cough, the engines roared back to life and she took a moment to stop the spin and right herself. She was back in line with the connor net launcher. Eyes widening, she switched lasers and fired two concussion missiles.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Calina.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The voice across the comms made her twitch.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Not now, mother.” she disconnected.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]***[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The three remaining A36-Sleuth transports streaked for the temple, a callan class fight in tow, doing its utmost to take out the anti-air guns hammering the transports. The centre ships shields gave out, a tear opening in its hull orange flame licking across it at it sank to the ground. Dirt and debris were kicked up and the eighteen meter ship gouged into the ground belly first.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The air around it seemed to still for a moment, as if the planet had suddenly drawn a breath, before another great ball of green fire consumed the ship and everything within its vicinity. The patch of jungle before temple seemed to glow and the trihelxaon devoured it.[/SIZE]



[SIZE=14.6667px]The Temple was in sight.[/SIZE]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Jedi Temple
Objective: Maximum Carnage.

A red glyph streaked across his display as Alkor maintained his pace. The thermal readings and his proximity alarm coupled as a high whine in both his ears. Something far louder screamed out in his thoughts, and only then did he pause. The ripple became a tremor, and the yawn grew into a shriek. Something seized the darkness in that instant, and the Dark Jedi felt it. His T-visor turned skyward as the two ships danced in their brutal dogfight. In an unbelievable maneuver, the smaller Starfighter took the deadly touch of a Connor Net in atmo and stalled.

The Corellian exile watched the nosedive for several moments before he called it. "Too slow," he muttered. His HUD calculated the distance, ever thinning, between the doomed pilot and their encroaching death morbidly. He let out a half sigh as he started to turn, just before the shriek of an engine recaptured his attention.

Alkor felt himself smile beneath the helmet.

He was ripped back to reality when a heavy impact took him across the chest. Alkor let out a ragged breath as he glanced at the structural integrity update that flashed across his HUD. Glancing plasma. Nothing to worry about. His gaze turned slowly toward the infantryman who had fired the shot, already steadying his aim for another round. "I got this one, Alk," Karsa called across the comm as a sudden string of bolts slammed into the offender. He died on his feet.

"Keep both eyes on target, Centaris," the veteran Mando chided. "You're going to end up dead like that."

"That pilot," he murmured.

"What about 'em?" the other man inquired.

"They're not bad." Alkor turned his attention toward the battlefield, and took a moment to get a read on his surroundings. "Push to secure the perimeter," he pointed toward the growing pyre in the distance. "We need to dig in so that the vode are not caught up in that. Somewhere for the ground troops to watch the fireworks."

"Alright," the other man agreed. "I'll get the boys on it. What are you going to do?"

Alkor gripped one of the Rippers on his belt and slipped the weapon into his grip. "Help with the Fireworks."

"Of course."

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Objective: Fight, Fight, Fight
Location: Outside Aegis Base
Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | Order of the Silver Jedi
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | Mandalorians & Sith

It seemed Kaine had succeeded in his intent, as Mandalorians, Sith and Jedi were now locked in hostile conflict. Jedi and Sith would ever be at war, but the Mandalorians remained the wild card; would they yield to the forces of darkness, or would they see reason and stand with the Jedi against it? He supposed that was up to everyone to decide for themselves - Jedi and Sith had both done plenty to the Mandalorians in ages past to earn their wroth, after all. While they fought, blaster bolts began littering the field surrounding the three as the Mandalorian forces began their assault, with Sith no doubt attempting to infiltrate the stronghold for their own nefarious purposes. It was out of Thurion's hands now.

When the sudden interruption came in the form of a grappling hook attached to a sturdy-looking cable, Thurion ducked under it as it shot past Kaine's head only to wrap itself around the Sith Lord's neck, much to the latter's annoyance. Blue eyes darted between his newfound Mandalorian ally responsible for this sudden, and quite welcome, intervention, and Kaine ferociously attempting to cut the cable with his lightsaber. Failing this, Thurion sensed the surge of darkside energy building up in the Dark Lord moments before he unleashed a terrifying lightning storm towards Ijaat still firmly holding onto Kaine.

Acting quickly, Thurion got back on his feet and summoned a wave of telekinetic energy to his being, before thrusting his open palms toward Kaine to unleash it directly at him to hopefully knock him off his feet towards Ijaat. The Sith Lord was big and built like a brick wall, but even he should at least lose his footing and disrupt his attack against the Mandalorian keeping him at bay. To ensure the disruption of Kaine's attack, Thurion followed up his Force Push with a leaping kick to his back, knocking him towards Ijaat.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

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


Force energies coalesced around the Jedi's hand, then violet light arced towards the sonic blaster. Enyo tried to move out of the way, perhaps thinking it was meant for her, but the purple current met its target. Sparks flew when it struck the pistol, frying its electronic components and rendering it useless.


Inside the gauntlet, Enyo's mechanical hand twitched slightly. She dropped the useless gun and gripped her lightsabre's hilt with both hands. The sabre, emblematic weapon of both Jedi and Sith though she was neither, glowed with a burning violet light, illumating her bland, grey armour that seemed to encase her like a shell.


"Why?" A single word had left the Jedi's lips, answering the similarly laconic demand the clone had made earlier. Beneath her helmet's visor, Enyo's eyes were cold when she circled the robed woman like a predator, assessing her.


Her soul was black with its desire for blood. The Jedi would probably hear the incessant rasp of the clone's breathing. "Because you Jedi did this to me," Enyo hissed coldly. There was venom in her icy voice. Then she charged. The ethereal energies of the Force flowed through her, amplifying her strength, speed and focus. Her body was further strengthened by her considerable cybernetic enhancements. It was not a mindless berserk rage, but the cold fury and precise brutality of someone raised by machines. Wielding her lightsabre in a way a medieval combatant would have done with a claymore or broadsword, Enyo launched a brutal diagonal cut in an attempt to clove the Jedi from collarbone to stomach.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Northern area of temple
Allies: [member=Rapax], [member="Audren Sykes"] and SJO allies
Enemies: [member="Grim Vizsla"], [member="Ronan Vizsla"], [member="Alkesh Vizsla"], [member="Kalad Shysa"], Mandos, Sith

Shortly after her second shot, Joza began speed crawling, hustling her way down the battlement as low as her armor would allow for. Which was a pain, considering the bulk of her getup—her athletic frame could support it just fine, but it did hinder things like stealth and getting out of here in a swift and timely manner. Thankfully she avoided the initial hail of scatter shots, but still skirted the fringe of their concentration as she army crawled her way back towards the main structure of the temple. Ivan’s voice practically shook her skull as he nagged her for something about permissions until she hissed out a few choice curse words, effectively halting the pilot’s tirade. The area where she’d tried to snipe the ysalamiri backpacks off of the invading Mandos had been thoroughly chewed by gun fire, though she’d managed to get by with a few pings in her armor. Painful pings that made her grunt and swear to Ivan’s increasing concern, but the pilot’s questions would go unanswered for now.

Hustling her way down the narrow stairwell with the grace and footing of a teenaged girl rather than a weary warrior, Joza paused in her descent to the chaotic battlefield below. Her hand hovered above one of her saber hilts before moving towards the handle of the phrik blade at her waist—which would be more useful again Mandalorians?—and finally coming to rest at the disruptor rifle slung across her back. Unlike the rifle she’d used in her attempted sniping, this one had a much, much lower capacity, hence the tradeoff for a more powerful and precise weapon. Ducking into a small enclosure built into the stair well, she peeked through a single embrasure into the chaos. A quick scan of the battlefield to take stock of her allies brought her attention to a startling scene: A large beskad wielding man charging at Audren. Before he could reach the Sephi Master, Joza rested the muzzle of the gun against the stone corners, taking aim at Ronan’s midriff and squeezing the trigger. The needle disruptor boasted the ability to pierce through most armor, but she wasn’t sticking around immediately to see the results.

After taking the shot—regardless of whether it hit—the Zeltron ducked out of the enclosure and down the steps, rifle once again secured to her back. “Rapax, where are you?” Her voice was impatient, practically demanding given than she hadn’t heard from their new recruit since they’d entered the fray. Phrik blade drawn, she commenced slashing and dodging, slowly cutting her way into the heat of the action.