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

[Causstik Rahn]

The Trandoshan War-chief did not see the saber coming. But, still when it did it did little more then scathe his shin plates. The Sith was being coy. Did he truly believe that a weapon of no real weight would be able to pierce his Phrik plate or Beskar chain mail with a simple lightsaber throw? The weapon didn't even have the weight to bludgeon his legs. It did however succeed in warning the Trandoshan. As the Sith leaped through the air Causstik raised his arm and blocked the attack to his chest. He raised his scatter gun once more and fired at the Sith near point blank. He would have to reload the gun when he had time.. "You are going to die fool!"

The Trandoshan forces moved through the mine field. The assault had begun to falter. Enemy balista were taking their toll on the war beast. Already half of them had suffered grievous wounds and four were dead. The Trandoshan troopers were fairing no better, while some had made it to the walls a portion of them had begun to route and the rest were bogged down in the mine field. They took cover in craters, behind steal beams, in blown out bunkers. Wherever they could. The majority held their ground. But, if they did not bring the shields down soon the warriors would begin retreating. They returned fire and the warbeast continued to provide cover support.

Army:
400 Trandoshan warriors
23 Drouks
9 Rancors

[member="Kevros Kovani"], [member="Audren Sykes"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Location: Temple
Allies: Silver Jedi/Light side
Enemies: Mandos
Objective: Defend

Piper would be in the temple when she got reports of Mandos sneaking about. She would be instantly on her feet, she would grab her blaster and her special deck of cards her mentor had given her. She hadn’t been with the Jedi for long but she felt like this is where she belonged. She wouldn’t let this temple fall without a fight.

She would race out of her room and look around for a good place to take cover and prepare for the worst. She would have her hand on her blaster and in the other her deck of cards with their razor edge. She was ready for this… at least she hoped.

 

[Willa Isard]

Location: Vanguard Fleet
Allies: Silver jedi, Ranger's
Enemies: Attacking Forces
Objective: Initiate The Heralds

Willa was looking at the reports from the Ranger's ship, the Vanguard fleet was designed for them to be able to get their own equipment and go around training more. Mobile assets that would be abel to move around when they were jumping to go and join the other fleets. Project Herald was an important aspect they had been working on and all of the biots, cybernetics, augmentations to the blood and bone as well as the eyes. it was there for anyone who wanted to look as she went over parts of it. The Heralds standing tall and ready to fight int he guard armor that would give them built in flight, strength enhancement, an armory of weapons and even more before they were going forward.

Willa moved and stood in the hanger bay of the ship as she was looking at the different soldiers who were assembling with them. Several jedi formed up and standing over them several heralds who were prepared to go at it. "We are jumping in with several other fleets, contact on Ossus has gone down and it seems from the stations that we have been attacked. So we will be going in hot and ready, anything not jedi, ranger, Herald, local or biot should be considered hostile and so act as needed. If they shoot at yu, we take them down if they try to run we disable their ships and go after them. I want information dumps and I want as many disables captured as you can get."

She wanted to say go and fight to kill but had to be good and fair about things. She had a purpose though as the large Heralds were there with her. Their armor the most ornate until you got to the normal ranger's who all looked like they were set up for war with their assault rifles and she grabbed her sniper rifle. "We are going to need to act fast once we get there, smash with the rest of the fleet and deploy to the planet quickly. I want boot on the ground quickly, then I want the flowers we have in orbit coordinating and set up to provide additional fire support against enemy ships. We'll show them a fight if they want it along with a few other things.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: Southern portion of Aegis Base
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Mandalorians, specifically [member="Marcus Lok"] and [member="Dariak Talesa"]
Objective: Investigate unusual presences

Rol and Travot trekked forward towards the outermost trench of Aegis Base on its southern face. Far ahead of them, the air seemed misty around the marshes, and the susevfian could even seen rainclouds not too far away. Some might have considered such dreary and damp weather disheartening, yet Travot found it refreshing after spending so much time in the dry and sometimes cramped environment of the Temple. He briefly spared his right hand to wipe away the moisture coalescing on his forehead before it would drip into his eyes. He turned his head to comment on the weather to Rol, but Travot suddenly became aware that not only had the twi'lekk halted, but he had dropped down to a crouch just above the damp ground. Travot silent followed suit and closed his eyes as he concentrated on his surroundings.

His wove his thoughts around the environment through its many vibrant strings of life,from the smallest blades of grass and thickle-bushes to the four-legged herbivores and colorful Choto birds that roamed around the temple grounds. It was a web of life that he had grown accustomed to and familiar with. Yet as he concentrated on submerging his consciousness into this field of energy, he became acutely aware that it had changed in composition. He could still feel the flora around him as well as always, but fauna of creatures larger than a wesp bug was absent. His emerald green eyes fluttered open. Something is scaring away the animals...but what? It didn't take much thought to know that it was the intruders, but he hadn't heard any reports of anyone encountering attackers on the Southern front. Rol turned and looked up at him.

"I can hear thoughts ahead of us," said the twi'lekk, "thoughts that are not from us or our soldiers. Thoughts of avoiding mines and keeping quiet."

"The animals are gone," murmurred Travot, "something is scaring them off."

"That's two signs that something is coming," said the other padawan, turning his comlink on, "Southern Silver Jedi forces, be advised that there are intruders coming towards us. We may not see them...but we can sense them. Be on your guard."

"We should meet them," decided Travot, "and see who they are for ourselves."

Rol's lekku twitched, "Proactive as always. You should lead the way; your use of Soresu is better than my Shii-Cho for this situation, I would imagine."

Travot nodded as he drew his lightsaber before the two continued to slip towards the Mandalorian intruders.

 

[Olivia Dem'adas]

As the hyperspace signatures of numerous fleets began to move through Silver Jedi space, the hyperspace monitoring shokita stations along the Mandalorian borders sent alerts to local clan leaders. Eyebrows were raised at the sudden spike in activity. Questions were raised as to the possibility of these movements signaling an impending invasion, but those were quickly dismissed by those more familiar with the particular brand of insanity that plagued the Jedi of the Silver Order. A quick scan of recent hyperspace activity around the Mandalorian/SJO border was able to quickly identify the most likely cause of this anomalous activity.

A small raiding party had set out for the Ossus system only a few hours ago. On their tail, a known band of Trandoshan Mercenaries and Slavers had made their own way to the Ossus system. And there was other hyperspace activity being detected in the area as well...

All signs pointed to an upcoming repeat of the SJO Navy's overreaction at Korriban. And this time with Mandalorian Clansmen on the planet.

"We don't have enough evidence to justify a full military response." Olivia said as she reviewed the data. "Officially, these are civilians engaging in private business. And until they call for an official extraction, all we can do for them is prepare for an offensive."

"Can they really hold out against that large of a force?" Asked one of her advisors.

"No..." Olivia acknowledged after a moment's thought. "But I think I know how to buy them some time."

"What's your plan Alor?" Asked the same advisor.

"Get my brother on comms." Olivia said as she folded her arms over the chest-plate of her Beskar'gam. "I can't send clan assets to Ossus just yet, but there's not a damned thing stopping corporate assets from joining the fray."

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Location: Jungle, Half of a Mile from Jedi Temple
Allies: Sith | Darkside | [member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Phax"] | [member=Darth Abyss"]
Eniemes: Jedi & Mandos. | [member="Causstik Rahn"]

The War-Chief fell for it. Kevros wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Instead he had called on the deepest part of the force to infest the lizard. The smoke had given him enough time to channel the force into a projection of himself. Kevros wasn't a master in such an art and the few times he preformed it, it didn't last long. This particular time it had to. If it faltered, Kevros would end up dead. Like a splitting form of goo, the hologram of the sith charged forward and locked furiously with the hunter.

It had worked, the image of Kevros making contact meant that he had to act quickly. Pouring the force into his new mind trick, he made his way for his thrown saber. The opaque streaming light zipped towards him as he caught it. With both sabers in hand, he grinned. The War-Chief fired off another round, depleting his ammo. The image of Kevros fluttered away into the dark abyss. As soon as the shot rang through the dense jungle, Kevros had already made his move.

The white and red display struck forward at the back of the reptile. Except this time it was aimed at the harmless straps of his armor. Connecting would mean his sabers more useful. Without the danger of the scattershot that had been wasted on his fake self, getting rid of his enemies defenses was the wiser play. His teeth clenched and as the agile motion of his precise strikes blazed forward, Kevros could taste victory.

A small victory, just before the kill.

 

[Zef Halo]

Combat.

It made him feel reborn at the sound of it and the feel of it. It even helped him ignore the obnoxious character of Alkesh Vizsla - Ronan's brother and a man that was a staunch supporter of the Death Watch that Grim so passionately tried to eliminate. The execution of this suicidal plan was like a drug, it kept Grim filled with adrenaline as his heart could not stop pumping blood.

With the opening of the ramp after the successful insane run by Alkesh, the instructions given by Ronan and the cheeky comment by Kalad, Grim finally jumped out of the ramp and into the fray as the numerous sensors came to live on his HUD delivering up to date feedback to help him in this battle. Seeing the numerous T-Visor literally appear out of nowhere was a horror movie come true.

The mechamiri pack on his back and the charges tied around his waist made him feel slower but his thirst for combat totally ignored that. Grim felt weightless and only Ronan's order woke him up from the addictive pulling of the trigger of his weapon. Nodding silently, he dashed forward carefully keeping an eye on what his HUD showed. This temple would be demolished. Once and for all.

[member="Ronan Vizsla"] ; [member="Kalad Shysa"] ; [member="Alkesh Vizsla"] ; [member="Audren Sykes"] ; [member="Rapax"] ; [member="Joza Perl"]​

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn's scattergun shot true, but his weapon hit thin air. The Sith before him turned to smoke and he felt a sudden horror at the realization. The Sith was behind him. He swung round wildly in a attempt to block the man, but he was to late. The Sith's sabers struck his armors leather strapping expertly and his back plate gave way revealing the Beskar Chain beneath. Causstik ended his spin with a thrust forward. Phrik clad knives attached to his gauntlets raced towards the Sith's mid section. The man could not pull the same illusions so close.

The inferno burned around them and causstik felt his shield shimmer and finally die. It mattered not to him. He was T'dosch, the warmth was welcomed. Tree sap poped and leaves burned curling up and becoming ash in the air. Sparks flew and ignited more of the jungle. The dense dry underbrush that had not seen rain in days, because of the greedy tree's above exploded in gouts of flame. Soon the hole forest would become a hell on its own.

[member="Kevros Kovani"]

 

[Xena Amonali]

Location: Inside of the Temple
Allies: SJO, [member="Kheera Reach"]
Enemies: The attackers

Xena turned her head as the sounds of people rushing to set up defences whirred around her. She kept hearing something through passing comments about an attack, that those in the temple should be prepared to defend it. Checking her pack Xena gave a nod of her head, she was going to stick around the atrium for now unless she was needed elsewhere, sticking close to her master. A quick check on her pack and her dagger and she was ready.

So much for a calming first day at a new temple. It was going to be a trial by fire all over again. This time, however, it seemed like the stakes were much higher. The girl let her senses reach out around the area, feeling for anything that could be considered abnormal. For her it was all abnormal but at least she was trying. All she had to do was either wait for the gates she came through to be knocked down, or for everything to get the all clear, at least until her master got out of her trance. Watching as guards and other Jedi simply ran past to get the fortifications up and running, oh how she longed to help them.

 

[Locke]

The rain was increasing, attempting to wash the stain from its body. It was a blight, one that threatened the natural order. One that threatened logic. Reason. Life. The drizzle grew in strength, the sounds of droplets among the branches and leaves growing ever louder. The very air itself grew colder, harsher, as the figure moved through the woods. Occasionally, a gloved hand stretched out to brush along a tree or a rock. Each touch left behind blackened marks, seared into the stone without heat or flame.

He'd been there too long. He'd not been there long enough. Time warped and dilated, seemingly slowing down for days before passing by in the space of a heartbeat. The droplets remained consistent, suspended in the air as he moved. As he followed them. He'd long since stopped wondering at their appearance. They simply occurred. Happened. Guided.

A lone droplet glistened, spun in midair before another dead tree. He brushed his hand against the wood, against the long-dead bark of the ancient trunk. The smoke returned, the steam dark; black. The task completed, he moved on. The hand print etched itself into the wood, the tiny cracks spread, the cycle began anew. The blight had begun. His presence was heard and the very fabric of the forest wailed in absolute silence. As the hand prints spread, the silence grew, the voices died out, and new voices were heard.

He couldn't hear the trees, couldn't hear them speaking to one another, but he could sense their energy. Their life. They hummed to each other, sang among themselves. Slowly, he heard less and less, the music of life changing to silence as he worked. In the distance, where the silence grew, he felt a different hum. A different sound. Less a hum, a song, more a roar. More feral, incoherent. It spoke of anger, reveling in one moment and raging in another. Confusion mixed with hatred, hatred blended with pain. But this, too, was silent. Felt rather than heard, and only heard among those who could hear it. Those who understood it. Those who perceived it.

He turned away from the tree, from his work, and the droplets were gone. He moved on. At times he ran, time slowed to a crawl and what felt like weeks became only hours before becoming mere minutes. Seconds of time. Other moments he walked, ghosting between trees and rocks, flitting about in the mist. No sound came from him, his boots made no noise as he walked, his presence muffled by the mist and fog as if the forest itself attempted to mask him, to hide him. To smother him. Lesser life understood what he was even if higher forms didn't. The mongrel might perceive what the master does not, so too did it apply to him. The forest screamed, wailed as he moved among the tree-guardians that towered all around.

Out of the corner of his eye, a droplet hung in the air, suspended and glittering in the dull, muted light. Wordlessly he turned and followed it, noting more droplets hanging in the mist ahead. He knew what they would bring him. Such signs always did. Sometimes they were droplets. Other times it was rivulets of water upon the ground. The call of a predator nearby. Spatters of blood on ferrocrete walkways. Swirls of dust or sand. The signs differed, but the message was the same. They told him what he needed to know, what he'd come to understand. What he'd embraced.

This way, the signs called out. This way, they shouted. It was clear to those who could hear it, understand it. Embody it. Speak it, like the figure could. The signs were never the same. They always changed. Altered. The message was the same. The guidance unchanging. The voice eternal.

This way, the signs rejoiced. This way, came the crowing jubilation.

Death called to him and he answered. Where he walked, the marks followed. Behind, the mist turned gray; turned black. The blight grew in size. In strength.

This way.

 

[Dariak Talesa]

Location: South Gun
Strength: 4 Tal'kad Verde (Callsign Recce 3)
Objective: Take the South Gun

Allies: [member="Marcus Lok"]
Enemies: SJO

(Name links don't work on my work PC)


As the Mandalorians closed in on the South Gun after passing through the dense minefield Dariak Soon got the notion of how large the weapon was. It was designed to take out heavy vehicles and large formation of troops. A true weapon of terror. However without targets it was silent and for that Dariak was thankful.

With their visor scanners they had managed to avoid the step-trigger mines and had moved low and slow through the detection fields. Luckily with their stealth field generators they hadn't been picked up by the mines or whoever might have been watching. He led his four scouts and the three Mandalorian warriors sent to accompany his squad through the dangerfields and underneath the shield's threshold.

He had assumed he would have had to struggle through the bubble of the barrier but it seems as though there was a gap between the bottom of the shield and the ground itself. He assumed this was so the defenders could properly fire out unimpeded. Now he truly was in enemy territory. The scouts led Marcus and the others towards the gun. They were careful not to disturb any guards that might have been lingering around.

The scouts took up positions near the gun to prepare for any counter assault so Marcus could do his thing.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

LOCATION: Jungle around 1-2km west of Aegis Base

[member="D'vok Windroamer"]

Mara let out a shaky breath, eyes and senses fixed on the departing Sith Lord. "No worries," she said, and fished in her coat pocket for the Scar of Ilum's beckon call. The freighter was less than a klick away and she'd run preflight before chasing the Sith. "Thanks for tag-teaming in. Got me out of the way of that knife, gave me time to heal. Next time maybe get a little less vigorous with the tackle," she added with a chuckle.

The Scar soared into view and, as she pressed a handful of buttons, settled into position about ten metres overhead, trees brushing its lower hull. Not the hardest jump for a Master, but she'd have to lift her new friend to get him aboard. She hopped up into the opening ramp and crouched at the edge, looking down at D'vok.

"You want a lift? I'm heading for the Mandos. Oh, I'm Mara Merrill, by the way."

 

[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 was entirely unaware of the people who were coming to check out his behaviour. The presence of so many Jedi in the fort essentially made his force senses useless in detecting the oncoming hurt that he was likely to be feeling soon. Instead, Waide took the fact that he hadn't been held up yet as a sign that things were working out well. He wasn't going to let himself think about the extraction yet, he had the hardest part of the mission yet ahead of him.

He approached the shield generator. It was a large and complex piece of machinery, it had bypasses in case it's primary systems took damage. That meant Waide had to take out a primary system and its backup to fully take down the shield. That in and of itself would take some time.

He approached the guards outside the shield generator room and nodded to them, readying his force abilities again.

"I have orders, we need to secure the hatches around the shield generator and reinforce guard teams." He started his mind trick softly, easing himself over the two guards minds.

"Secure hatches and reinforce guard teams...seems reasonable." The lead guard began. "Where are we supposed to get reinforcements from, everyone is on the walls and defense points?"

"We are to pull the guards from within the room. I'll patrol the interior, everyone else needs to reinforce the door watches." Waide pushed harder, snaring them into his web. He saw the idea be resisted for a moment, then sink in. The lead guard nodded and waved Waide through, then called in after him to order the doors closed and the interior guards to reinforce the exterior guards. Being good grunts, the guards inside grumbled, but did as ordered.

In a few moments, Waide was alone in the shield generator. He knew he would only get a few minutes tops before someone called in to ask why there was only one guard in the room, especially considering what he would be doing next.

Waide removed a thermal detonator from his baldric, then secured it to the shield generators primary power buffer, the part of the generator that converts the incoming power to outgoing shield. He then walked across the room and placed another thermal detonator on the backup power buffer. He set them both to a one minute timer, but did not activate them yet. He had a third thermal detonator, and after a moment of thought he placed it on the underside of the sole computer console in the room, thinking that without being able to check power levels, getting the shield back up would be more difficult. Planning, of course, in case the primary plan didn't work.

As he worked, he was still unaware of the possible intervention of two masters and a padawan.

 

[Kheera Reach]

Location: Inside of the Temple
Allies: SJO, [member="Xena Amonali"]
Enemies: The attackers

Kheera's eyes shot open, her senses lowered and her vision returned. The Jedi around her were rushing around, working on the defenses or guiding the younglings towards safer zones. The Cathar looked around more in the main hall until she noticed a recognizable small girl at her side. It was her padawan, Xena. She truly always landed on her feet. Kheera frowned a bit, noticing the heavy bag around her shoulders. It was typical her, never taking a break, always eager to train more and more.

A deep breath followed the frown as she placed her hands on her back. "Xena, I know that we are in a strange area with even stranger people, but we got to help them. Let's ensure that the Younglings are safe and then we'll find out what's wrong." Kheera tilted her head with a warm smile towards her Padawan. She saw Xena more like her daughter than anything else: something their old Jedi order wasn't too happy about. But then again, Kheera saw every Jedi as her daughters and sons so it shouldn't have been a surprise when her own Padawan got so close with her.

Not quite waiting for an answer from Xena, Kheera stepped forwards. Her heels continued to click against the tiles as she began to locate Younglings. In all honesty, Kheera had no idea where to even bring the lost Jedi. But she noticed rather quick that a group of young Jedi was heading to the east of the temple. That must've been where at least a larger group of Younglings were sitting out. Kheera approached the group of younger Jedi she noticed on her way in. They were still standing in the corner of the main hall, though their eyes betrayed how they were feeling. Fear.

She said nothing yet, Kheera only gave them her usual warm smile and placed her furred paw on one of the children's shoulder. It was a boy with pure black hair and big brown eyes. "Come," was the only word she spoke after a minute of silence. But it was enough, they understood how that one word wielded thousand of meanings. Kheera slowly withdrew her hand from the boy's shoulder and stepped forwards, trailing behind the group of Younglings and younger Padawans who were collecting in the eastern wing.

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

"D'vok Windroamer. Yeah sure, I'll tag along, I'm always down for taking out some vod." he joked.
" My ship crahsed a few miles back. You got any first aid supplies onboard?"
D'vok motioned to the cut on his chest.
"Hurts like the devil."
D'vok wondered how the woman had jumped so high to get onto the freighter. Nevertheless, he attempted to jump onto the ship.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3EoNyJtU7o​

Location: Ossus, plains outside Aegis Base​

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A slow, easy grin slipped across Ijaat's features as he heard the Sith Lord and Jedi Master speak. It was always this way with their kind. Partly it was why he despise their dogma and hokey religions. The utter rejection of the capability of others and arrogance. Any sane man would have seen a veteran Mandalorian and spoke to them in hopes of converting them to their side to shorten the fight. But one was overly noble and the other overly arrogant and dismissive. The hooded figure of the woman who had brought him back from death swam before his eyes, as did the oath to fight the One Sith at every turn, and the Sith in general.

He took that oath very seriously. Part of the reason, beyond all other things, he hated Vizsla. Far too eager to get in bed with age-old enemies.

Reaching a hand out towards his discarded weaponry, the Force called to him and he to it. The helmet surged to one hand, as did his hammer with the other. Tugged along on waves of telekinetics. Slipping the buc'ye on, it hissed in a vacuum as it sealed, and he nodded, readying the hammer. The shield from the Alor of Clan Betna still rested on his forearm, and with a hiss of light, it activated and a disc of light now covered his left arm. The hammer began to almost pulse in the Force as he focused on it, and waited. Let them guess who he would fight for, or if he would fight at all.

For once, he genuinely felt a thrill at combat he hadn't in years. His white and bronze armor shone in the light, black stripings across the helmet brow declaring 'Beskar cuy cun'taal' - Iron is our blood. Kill stripes innumerable marked the other side of the brow, and the cheeks were harsh angles compared to the other smooth curved helmets. The breastplate was scalloped and fitted like the other pieces of armor on shoulder and bicep and shine and thigh and the like.... That bore the scars of recent conflict but was still new from the forge enough to not look too battered. Sensor arrays came online and alive to his eyes as the armor warmed up and readied, and he waited, silently.


[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

// Outer Rim Territories \\​

Auril Sector, Adega System, Ossus​

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"A shame."

He took a step forward, allowing himself to plummet down the embankment to land upon equal ground with the Grandmaster and the errant Mandalorian. He placed both hands on his hips and detached a pair of lightsabers, one curved and the other straight, and held them aloft in both hands before activating both of their brilliant scarlet blades to fill the air with an eerie hateful glow. To [member="Ijaat Mereel"] neither of these weapons would have any serious impact on his being, but for [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] one of the blades held a special significance to him. It radiated a mixed aura of light and dark, albeit the dark seemed woefully oppressive and continuously shrouded what little light was left in a miasma of sorrow, yet some of the light managed to crack through the darkness. It was the lightsaber of Asha Seren pilfered off of her still warm corpse by Carnifex after he had brutally cut her down on Panatha, but it was only one of a pair.

The other had been sent back to Thurion as a warning, as a taunt, as a confirmation of her violent demise.

Now he intended to wield it in battle against him, and at that thought a vile grin spread beneath the horrific visage of his horned helmet. "I will ensure that Vizsla knows of this transgression, Mereel, and I will send him your broken body as penance." Without a warning the air shimmered in front of the Sith Lord, and conical blast of concentrated Force energy exploded into existence to form a wedge between the Grandmaster and Mereel, upon which Carnifex immediately sprung forward like a ball shot from a cannon towards Thurion, his most hated of adversaries.

If allowed to get near he would unleash his fury upon him, alternating high and low slashes and jabs with his lightsabers working in perfect unison to carve and to kill.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

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

"Understood." A nod followed, looking to the side towards Aela as the two headed towards the location the security officer had mentioned. It looked to be near the shield generator room, which, although not too far away, would still take the two several minutes to navigate through congested hallways full of troops to reach the entryway. She couldn't quite believe the number of bodies they passed as they wandered the halls with haste towards their destination. For all the times the girl had visited Ossus she had never before seen this number of guards. They clearly had done a good job of maintaining discretion and that behind the scenes look. Until now.

With the alert still in full swing, Jamie and Aela made it to the entrance of the shield generator room. Guards posted outside halted the two before they had a chance to enter. "Sorry ladies. Afraid I can't let you through here. Secure area. Temple and Aegis Base are on lockdown. Too many potential threats. You will need proper clearance if you are to proceed." Jamie stared at the man for a moment, then back to Aela. There was hardly time to argue with the man. One of the potential threats just walked through unobstructed! "Contact your supervisor in the security room immediately please. We are in a hurry and need clearance. You will see we are cleared."

The man tilted his head, observing the demeanor and tone of the girl standing before him. While she was hardly threatening in any sort of manner, she was persistent and pressing of the matter. "Very well. One moment please." Turning to the side and away from the two the man pressed a button on his helmet, muttered a few words, nodded several times, and then turned back to both Aela and Jamie.

"You're cleared to enter. Apologies for the confusion, Master Jedi." Swiping his authorization keycard the man pressed a series of buttons on the panel, and the doorway slid open.

Without pause Jamie and Aela would step inside, a lone person within the room dressed as a guard suspiciously pulling an arm away from beneath a terminal.

 

[Aela Talith]

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

Aela didn't like this.

It wasn't like she was egotistical or anything, and she understood why it was happening, but each time they were held up, each time they were questioned, gave more opportunity for someone else to do harm. What were they supposed to do? Get badges that would let them run wherever they wanted to?

That wasn't a bad idea actually, she'd have to talk to the SJO Grandmaster about it.

"Stop!" She said suddenly as she saw the soldier, her eyes locking onto what he had been doing. "Back away from the Terminal."

Aela had no idea what was going on, but she could recognize a situation well enough after all these years. Her lightsaber didn't spring to life just yet, but her fingers tightened on the hilt and her eyes wandered over the terminal.

She wasn't the most technically capable, but she guessed no one would be doing routine maintenance at a time like this.

 

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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 had little warning before he found a master and padawan sharing the room with him. Only years spent working behind the lines of the Republic and the Alliance kept him from flinching.

"Stop!" She said suddenly as she saw the soldier, her eyes locking onto what he had been doing. "Back away from the Terminal."

"Who are you?!" Waide let his voice sound as scared and confused as he actually was. His gaze slid down to the lightsaber, then back to the faces of both ladies in turn. "Please say you're not Sith..." His fear spiked with his words, though the truth was because he knew they were not Sith. Part of him cursed the cylindrical hilt up his right sleeve, as his only way out of this was to bluff. "Found a thermal detonator under this terminal. I was going to try to disarm it, but I've never been trained on it. Everyone is busy up top, but if this went off this whole fort would be in trouble." He moved away from the terminal and motioned for them to come see. He had just been able to activate it as they walked in, though it was set for two minutes instead of the one he had been trying to dial it down to. He knew that he should have trained more in manipulating the devices, but his hubris had gotten the better of him. He let the disappointment in himself show on his face, not hiding any of his emotions at this point, only the source of them.