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Junction No Sanctuary Here || SO/GA Junction of Sisio and Orellon II



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Eiattu
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Tag: Kahlil Noble Kahlil Noble Darth Malum of House Marr Darth Malum of House Marr

Vera's breath hitched as the battlefield shifted again, the oppressive wave of darkness rolling out from Malum's position and consuming the space like a living entity. The mist, thick and inky, was suffocating in its presence. Through it, she felt the tension of the battle sharpen, her senses alive with the magnitude of power being unleashed by both Sith and Jedi alike.

Her father's words cut through the gloom like a blade.

"Waves of Darkness. Spear of Midnight."

She clenched her fists, forcing herself to focus despite the awe bubbling within her. Malum's mastery of sorcery was staggering, and Kahlil's counter was nothing short of breathtaking. The golden runes across the ground lit up in defiance of the darkness, the spears of light erupting to meet their shadowy counterparts. Each clash sent ripples through the Force, the air humming with raw power.

Vera raised her hands, her defensive runes flaring around her father like a shield. The purple symbols swirled and converged, creating shimmering barriers that intercepted any dark spears that she could. The energy from her runes pulsed outward, reinforcing the radiant light Kahlil had conjured and pushing back the encroaching gloom.

Her eyes flicked between the two towering figures before her — Malum, a commanding presence wrapped in the malice of the dark side, and her father, steadfast and resolute, wielding the Force with precision and grace. She couldn't help but feel a mix of amazement and pride. This was the depth of power she aspired to understand, not to conquer others, but to protect those she loved.

As her father formed the intricate hand symbols for Sutta Chwituskak, Vera's lips parted in awe. She recognized the beginnings of a spell she had only read about in his research. But as Kahlil ignited pure flame, twisting the Sith sorcery into something uniquely his own, her amazement grew tenfold. The sphere of radiant fire expanded outward, consuming the darkness and leaving a brilliant void in its wake.

Vera couldn't suppress a grin, even in the midst of the chaos. He's incredible.

"Dad," she called out, her voice steady despite the adrenaline rushing through her veins.

She turned her focus back to the golems. With a swift gesture, the runes around their cores blazed to life, the massive constructs moving with renewed speed and precision. They raised their blades, timing their movements with Kahlil's attack. The light of his spell reflected off their stone surfaces, and as they charged toward Malum, Vera guided their strikes with the Force, aiming to keep the Sith's focus divided.




 
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Location: Capital City - Eiattu 6
Objective: Annihilate GA Citadel Command Personnel
Tag: Tarw Rhyfelwr Tarw Rhyfelwr

Phaelissia exploded into motion in a manner akin to a missile, darting across more than 15 meters of space faster than the unaugmented eye might be able to track. In that regard, she effectively a blur, the wind shifting in her wake as it warped around her form. Such was her speed that the Cipher agent anticipated closing the distance separating her from the two Alliance soldiers in the blink of an eye, allowing her to underrun the ion grenade as it flew towards the position she had occupied only an instant before. By the same token, the sniper fire struck the space behind her, charring the ground in her wake. Further efforts at landing a clean shot on her would likely be obstructed by Gundar, who suddenly found himself standing only a couple meters away from the ultra-enhanced assassin.

And by that point, she had already drawn a weapon.

With the sudden elimination of space, the Purifying Lash struck out from Phaelissia’s left hand in a manner akin to a striking serpent, the blade at the tip of the whip aligned in a blinding thrust intended to tear out the Zabrak trooper’s throat. Should it connect, the Aetharian anticipated that the heated vibroblade would simultaneously rip through and superheat her target’s flesh, to potentially burn him alive.

Unfortunately, there was little that Phaelissia could do when a burst of suppressive blaster fire pelted her, catching her once, twice, then thrice in the chest and shoulder. She grunted as the kinetic force sent her reeling back, searing pain blossoming out from the stricken areas as burns seared her flesh. By now, the protection afforded by her bodysuit was partially compromised, as manifested by the blackened carbon scoring marks struck across the material.

Nevertheless, Phaelissia recovered quickly, a growl rumbling from her lips. Regaining her balance, the Aetharian extended her other arm in the direction of the suppressive fire, at which point a shot of galvanic energy immediately exploded out from her fingers in an explosive blast that caused the air to run thick with the scent of burning ozone. In doing so, the assassin hoped to shatter the trooper’s cover via sheer kinetic force and overpressure as the traumatic superheating of the air within the electrical channel caused it to violently implode!


 
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//: Objective 3 //: Take over the Citadel //:
//: Silas Westgard Silas Westgard //:
//: Attire //:

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His words echoed in her mind; the Jedi was affected. A part of her was sad about what she was doing—was this the right route to access the citadel? Quinn felt the ache and sorrow that the Alliance soldiers felt upon seeing their brethren fighting against them, not of their own will.

She regretted her actions, but it was the only way she could think of. The Alliance was destroying the galaxy; they promoted strict laws behind the visage of enlightenment and good. The Jedi continued to talk, and Quinn felt her own frustration rising. He made pointed claims, highlighting that Quinn wasn't like other Sith. A strength or a weakness, the Echani hadn't decided that just yet. Slowly, the man had made his way towards her. He was either younger than her or the same age.

The boy's youth took her by surprise. She had expected a hardened man, grey from the turmoil of fighting evil while hiding the facade of good. Instead, she was met with a youthful face, lush brown hair, and a boy. Quinn stepped back, once again regretting the attack. Maybe she should have aided another Sith; perhaps she should have marched behind the Second Legion? Either way, this was her situation, and she would have to strike down the Jedi to continue climbing.

"I keep my word," her hands fell, and the minds of the still-living troops left her influence. Each of them fell to their knees and slumped to their side. "They'll be fine; they're asleep, dreaming of home, victory, and the light." The Sith was sympathetic, not wanting to traumatize the canon fodder. They didn't belong on the battlefield - this was a war between the Jedi and Sith. "I'll continue to keep my promise; your men can gather the wounded and take them to get medical care - my fight is with you, Jedi." Quinn waited, allowing time to pass and giving the Alliance time to gather their own.

It was time for them to fight; she had grown bored feeding the Alliance troops beautiful memories. She needed to prove herself; this Jedi would be the first obstacle. The Force rippled around her, dirt and debris lifted from the ground and fired toward the Jedi. It was a simple attack, but she needed to gauge her opponent's abilities. The last few Jedi she had fought they were easily swayed by the manipulative words of the silver-tongued Sith.

"Let's have fun then, Jedi."
 
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Location: Northern Forests - Eiattu 6
Objective: Assassinate the Jedi Ambassador - Complete
Tag: Roman Vossari Roman Vossari

Although Chasianna was not a talented empath, she immediately registered the pulse of anger—rage—in the Force. That and the manifestations of anger in the flesh—the twisting of a visage, the bulging of eyes, the pulsing of a vein, the baring of teeth, and yet more—were intimately familiar to her. Thus, the Qilin recognized the Jedi’s rage immediately, especially since the emotion was so singularly directed towards her. And knowing that she was at the center of his attention, Chasianna unconsciously leveled her nose high in the air, an irresistible sensation of pride coming over her awareness as the Jedi angled himself towards her.

Look at me. The thoughts came unbidden, drawing a mocking smile from her lips. In that, it was all the acolyte could do to resist the urge to pose or flaunt. Now that her mission was complete (and she was no longer invisible), she could allow herself to be seen. Felt. Feared. Despised. Loved.

However, Chasianna’s thoughts of vanity were quickly interrupted when the Jedi let loose a loud, feral roar before charging her. Her eyes widened then, surprise evident within her cyan-hued gaze as the once-bodyguard brought his lightsaber down towards her in a presumptive effort to cut her in half. He moved with a violent, reckless speed, his lightsaber smashing against her vibroblade in a screeching shower of sparks.

At that moment, the Jedi was stronger than Chasianna. His weight, momentum, initiative, and aggression were superior to that of her own in every facet. Thus, even after intercepting the blow, the tiny Qilin was sent reeling back, her arms burning with shock as a sting flared in her awareness. The tip of the lightsaber had grazed over the lower part of her left thigh, exposing and cauterizing the flesh as she unleashed a pained cry.

Nevertheless, gritting her teeth, Chasianna moved to counterattack, her vibroblade sweeping in low to deliver a crosswise, left-to-right slash aimed at taking out the Jedi’s legs at the knees. Unfortunately, exhaustion and pain slowed her, making the attack relatively sluggish compared to what she was otherwise capable of!


 
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TAG: Braze Braze Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex

Jonyna never found rage an appealing emotion. Anger, sure. She felt anger at plenty of things. Imperials, the state of the galaxy, the persistence of evil throughout the ages. But, it was always a fleeting emotion. One that she never let define her. One she never let last.

She had done her homework, as always. Every since Echnos, she had been researching the monster that had left her lover's legion in tatters. Holo-recordings, data entries, holocrons from the last 40 years. Her own inability to read most of it had hindered her, but she pushed forward regardless.

One thing was clear during that time though.

Carnifex wasn't a creature worth giving mercy to.

In Cathar culture, the concept of a monster is an unfamiliar one. Normally, animals are treated with respect. Part of the ecosystem, the natural order. When an animal is hunted, it's not done out of malice, but out of survival. The hunt was sacred, a skill used to put food on the table, to feed your youngers and keep the tribe growing. A monster was a creature to be put down, not for the sake of a meal, but for the safety of the tribe. But, given how well even a young Cathar kitten could defend themselves, rarely did such a thing exist in the realm of the Cathar.

But one such did. One that echoed through the annuls of Cathar history.

Exar Kuun.

While the specifics are lost to time, one thing stuck within the culture of the planet.

It had taken a Cathar to put down the monster.

Jonyna wasn't so bold to make the claim she would.

But she was so bold to make this claim.

"Ah wekzer wah sta, Kuun."

Her eyes tracked his every movement, trained to track even the movement of an insect through the jungle. Given her erratic, rocket paced fighting style, Jonyna had trained herself to track even a slug in motion from close range. Without another word, Her blade clashed with his, and once more she dropped a hand, and drew a blade as she had done before. This time, she drew Sally, a blade imbued with the golden light of the Force, designed to burn through sith runes and alchemy all the same. To ward off the dark with a torch, burning away the blackness and rot. The blade sliced at the monster's cloak, as if to test her new blade's ability. She knew better than to blunt it's edge against the metal of the monster's armor, but she had seen what that cloak could do if left untouched.

All the while, she strained under each blow she blocked. Her footing was firm, and her control of her saber was well enough that she knew better than to worry about losing it, but she had seen what this monster could do. Seen what it had in it's arsenal.

She knew better than to underestimate it.


 

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Tag: Reicher Vax Reicher Vax
"Han Solo's Fine Ass, Do you just enjoy hearing your own voice?!" Ashley yelled, as she once more backed up more and more, waiting for an opening. The vibroblade wouldn't do much against her armor, ideally, but she wouldn't risk it. Every few moments, her shoulder mounted Claw opened up with a new particle bolt to return fire, aiming for his hands to disarm him of his blade.

<Ash, we got comfirmation. Enemy is forming a retreat. What are orders?>

The platoon lead snarled as she kept her distance. This wasn't a matter of survival, they needed to win the day. Pulling out her pistol once more, she unloaded three extra shots, before answering. <Have Rainmaker shell their back line. Whoever gets through the HE barrage can be lucky enough to live another day, and face us another time.>

<Copy. Holding position, and waiting for the thundershowers.>

"Choke on your own ashes, dipshit!" She spurted out finally, as she roundhouse kicked the blade mid-swing, before quick-loading her underbarrel and firing a point blank HE grenade right at Reicher's chest.

She intended to finally shut the chatterbox up.

 


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Eiattu 6
Equipment: Standard Issue Sith Trooper Armor, Vibroblade, Standard Issue Blaster Rifle, Datapad, Thermal Detonator
Tag: Ashley Nevermore Ashley Nevermore

"We bleed for the Emprie!"

Reicher's vibroblade met Ashley's relentless counterattacks with unyielding precision, his armor absorbing the occasional glancing shot from her particle bolts. Her frustration was palpable, her words cutting through the chaos of the battlefield with venomous intensity.

"Choke on ashes? How ironic, you are so blinded that you will do and say anything you are told, dog, even a man like me, your supposed enemy," Reicher retorted dryly, his voice modulated but laced with disdain. "At least you'll have a front-row seat to your Alliance's decay."

The warning system in his visor lit up as her roundhouse kick struck his blade, throwing it off course and forcing him back a step. Before he could counter, his HUD flashed red, marking the point-blank launch of her HE grenade.

Time slowed in his mind as years of combat experience kicked in. His reflexes took over, and he twisted his body to the side, his armor's servos whining under the strain. The grenade struck his shoulder and detonated in a blinding explosion of heat and shrapnel. The impact sent him flying backward, his body slamming into a shattered barricade with a resounding crash.

Smoke and debris filled the air as Reicher pushed himself up, his armor scorched and dented but holding firm. The crimson glow of his visor cut through the haze as he rose to his feet, gripping his vibroblade tightly. The explosion had disoriented him, but not broken him.

The commlink buzzed from Reicher’s commander. <Lieutenant, surrounding landing sites have completed objectives earlier than expected, you are given the green-light to evacuate your units.>

He activated his commlink, his voice as cold and calculated as ever. <All units, we have the green light, continue fallback protocol. Use suppressive fire to cover the retreat. Prepare for orbital extraction. The Alliance wants a victory—let them bleed for every inch.>

Turning his attention back to Ashley, Reicher raised his blade defensively, his posture unshaken despite the damage. "You know your tech," he admitted, his tone begrudgingly respectful. "But you aren’t smart, in the end, you are a not a soldier, you are not a commander, you are a young, helpless techie spoon-fed with shiny equipment to make up for the fact you are completely incompetent."

He responded quickly, his mind finding some amusement in the horror of war. “That’s a good nickname, Techie, suits your childlike incompetence mixed with your shiny toys.

Without waiting for a response, he began a controlled withdrawal, moving backward toward his regrouping troops. The Old Guard followed his lead, their disciplined retreat a stark contrast to the chaos erupting around them.

As he stepped into the smoke, his voice echoed one final time, sharp and unyielding. "The Sith Empire will remember this day, Techie. I pray for the poor souls who have to deal with your arrogance."

Under intense fire from the Alliance, the soldiers filed into their shuttles, taking off as soon as they were loaded. Grounded Sith artillery from other drop points coupled with orbital support started to rain hell on the Alliance position, mostly just to cover the transports evacuation. Reicher joined them, stepping on the last shuttle.


Reicher looked over the battlefield now overhead, the strewn dead and dying of Alliance and Sith alike. This battle had served as a perfect example on technology’s core place in conflict. Although he had completed his objective, he would have loved nothing more than to crush the Alliance under heel, but a lack of armoured support coupled with outdated gear meant that the outcome of his assault was certain.

In the end, he was confident in his victory, pinning the Alliance position for Lord Malum and the other great individuals that shape history, as well as the other landing zones, but by the Force did he want to teach that Alliance commander that old dogs can learn new tricks.


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Roman's cyan blade met the vibroblade with a screech, sparks flying. The force of the impact sent the assassin reeling back, a satisfying jolt that echoed the fury that coursed through him. Power, raw and untamed, surged in his veins, painting the world in shades of red. This creature, this thing that had taken Tahn's life, was right where he wanted her, trembling at the end of his lightsaber. Justice, at last, was tangible, within reach. The cyan blade hummed, poised to strike, its tip aimed at the exposed skin of her throat.

He could end it. He should end it. The thought, sharp and insistent, clawed at his mind, whispering a promise of retribution. But then his gaze snagged on the wound on her thigh, a mirror image of the searing pain that had just ripped through her. It was a jagged, cauterized line, a brutal reminder of the violence his own rage had unleashed. A cold wave washed over him, extinguishing the burning fire. This wasn't the Jedi way. This wasn't him. This wasn't righteous justice, it was a mindless act of pure, unadulterated wrath. Guilt, sharp and searing, pierced through the haze of his anger. His blade dropped ever so slightly as his inner self screamed at him. He couldn't kill her. He needed to bring her in.

His hesitation, the subtle shift in his stance, was all the opening she needed. Distracted by his own internal battle, Roman barely registered the movement of the vibroblade until it was too late. It swept low, a silver flash that connected with a sickening thud. A cry ripped from his throat as a searing pain blossomed just above his right knee, the world tilting precariously. He crumpled to the earth, his leg refusing to support his weight. He fell to one knee, the hand still gripping his lightsaber white-knuckled. The pain was excruciating, but it was his own failure that stung far worse. He had let his rage get the best of him, and now, he had not just failed Tahn, he had failed himself.
 

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Location: Eiattu
Objective: Defend the citadel
Tag: Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin

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Silas was expecting her to activate the guns of the soldiers at any moment, but what she did next was even more surprising. At the same time, the soldiers affected by her trance fell to their knees and slept. Blinking a few times in disbelief, Silas was trying to take in the fact that a Sith had stuck to their word instead of breaking it. They didn't normally act this way, and from how sympathetic she sounded it was almost as if she regretted doing it in the first place.

"Thank you..." Silas said cautiously before motioning for the medics to move in and take the soldiers back behind the walls "I respect that you have kept to your word, now I shall keep to mine" Moving a hand to his lightsaber, he ignited the sword and locked himself into a defensive stance while the last of the wounded were moved away.

"What are you waiting for, Sith. It is just you and I now..." the knight grunted with a deep breath, preparing himself mentally and physically for the fight ahead. Silas could sense how powerful this foe was, it was clear this was not going to be a regular fight. Seeing the dust kick up around her, she finally made her first move by hurling the objects around her straight at him. Quickly jumping to the right to avoid the first batch, he suddenly raised a hand to catch what was left with the force to fling it right back at her in retaliation.

"I dread to think what your idea of fun is!"

Kicking his feet into the dirt, Silas suddenly bolted right at her after sending the rubble back her way. Only when he was only a few feet away did he jump up slightly and stab downwards into her chest, followed by some quick slashing combinations to her chest. If anyone needed to make a statement and fast, it was the Jedi.

 
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Location: Northern Forests - Eiattu 6
Objective: Assassinate the Jedi Ambassador - Complete
Tag: Roman Vossari Roman Vossari

The bite of her blade into flesh was as electrifying as it was unanticipated, the Jedi’s agonized cry as honey to the acolyte’s pointed ears as her vibroblade came away slick with crimson vitae. In much the same fashion, Chasianna gave an earsplitting, exultant shriek on the downswing of her attack, at which point the Jedi was suddenly brought low before her, collapsing onto a knee.

Breath heavy with exhaustion, Chasianna drew her vibroblade back into a neutral stance. Now that the Jedi was closer, positioned in such a way he was now looking up at the short-statured acolyte, the Qilin’s gaze lit up with girlish excitement.

Chasianna knew immediately that this one, she would not kill. There had to be one who would return to the Jedi, so that they might know her by name and image. Even the mere prospect of such attention being focused upon her, caused her heart to flutter with expectation.

“Your anger is a potent weapon, Jedi.” Chasianna said. “If only you could have harnessed it.” She added, her tone equal parts mocking and chiding. With that, the Qilin extended her hand out towards the Ambassador’s body, harnessing the Force to call the lightsaber before seizing it from the air. She ignited it as soon as it was inside her grasp, the weapon activating with a whining snap-hiss to reveal an azure-hued blade that coursed with unharnessed potential.

“I am called Chasianna.” The acolyte added in a tone that carried an unmistakable note of vanity, before shutting off the lightsaber and clipping it to her belt. She lowered her mask then, allowing the Jedi a momentary glimpse of her full, unconcealed features.

Then, before more could be said, the acolyte slipped into the shadows, her form disappearing seemingly as easily as she had arrived.

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Roman's blue eyes, narrowed and filled with a simmering fury, tracked the assassin's every movement. He hated himself. Hated the way his rage had blinded him. He had failed Tahn, failed himself, and now, this creature, this assassin, stood before him, mocking him. He clenched his jaw, trying to push down the burning shame that threatened to consume him.


He fought to control his breathing, his vision swimming slightly with the pain pulsing through his leg. He watched, helpless, as she reached out, the Force flowing around her like a tangible thing, and the Ambassador's lightsaber flew into her awaiting hand. A hiss, and a vibrant blue blade sprung to life in her grip. Rage threatened to boil over again, but Roman forced it down, replacing it with a cold, bitter resolve. He needed to control himself, he had failed to do so once. He would not allow it to happen again.

"I am called Chasianna." she announced, her voice laced with an arrogance that made his teeth grind together. Then, she lowered her mask, her face, briefly exposed, leaving a lasting impression. It was a face he would not soon forget, a face etched with cruelty and a twisted sense of pride.

Before he could even attempt to speak, before he could demand she return the weapon of the man she killed, she was gone, swallowed by the shadows as if she had never been there at all.

"Come back!" Roman spat, his voice a raw, guttural cry that echoed in the suddenly quiet space. He tried to push himself up, his good leg trembling under his weight, but the searing pain in his wounded leg forced him back down to one knee. He cursed again as he looked at the space the vibroblade had cut, the blood sticking to his armour. The Ambassador's lightsaber, so unique, was now in the hands of a murderer.

Roman's gaze shifted back to the Ambassador's lifeless form, sprawled among the wreckage. A wave of grief and guilt washed over him, eclipsing the pain in his leg. He had sworn to protect him. He had been entrusted with his safety. And he had failed.

"I'm sorry, Ambassador," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, his gaze fixated on the still figure. "I failed you. I wasn't strong enough. I let my anger cloud my judgement, and because of my weakness, you are gone. I swear this will not be in vain. I will bring her to justice." The words were a promise, a vow spoken to the silent witness of his failure.

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"Ah, I see. Will you have the strength?"

Their blades clashed in a flash of light and energy, crackling sparks dancing across their bodies. Light and Dark snapping and popping with primordial energy, waves of power rushing out from where their blades met. But, as quickly as it started, it ended. The Dark Lord pivoted back as the Jedi Master withdrew another blade, this one stinking of Light and glinting metallic. It struck towards His cloak, the blade bouncing off of the interlocking beskar scales that ran down the entire length.

However, the blade had acted strangely with the runes carved into the beskar scales, the Dark Lord could feel their power wane and diminish in the blade's presence. Though He strengthened them with His own power again, the Dark Lord was now aware of a potential new danger. "So, you've learned. Very clever, Master Jedi." He sheathed His lightsaber, the blade snapping back into the hilt with an audible hiss.

Lightning danced between His fingers as He raised His right hand, a deluge of energy erupting from the palm of His hand in a straight line towards Jonyna. Crackling bolts of crimson energy arced through the air, vitrifying anything they came into contact with; even metal and soil. The power of the Dark Side was extreme, rushing out from the Dark Lord like water from a burst pipe; a torrential flood of maliciousness.

Where He unleashed terror with His right hand, He raised His left to shield Himself. The distant shot Braze fired collided with a shield of shimmering energy the Dark Lord conjured from His own power, the dispersed energy being absorbed into the barrier itself. Even then, the Dark Lord felt the twinge of lethargy pass through His system, though not enough to hamper Him. He then transferred that stolen power into the lightning He was summoning, strengthening its intensity and magnitude.


 

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TAG: Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex Braze Braze

The crack of lightning. It was one that was deadly familiar to the Cathar, as she raised Sally in protest, allowing the blade to act as a lightning rod, catching the bolts before they could hit her. Just long enough for her to sheath her own saber, and quickdraw her other katana, the blade that had served her well since she came out of the ice. Liz, a blade designed specifically for this purpose. With a twirl, she lashed Sally out to the side, sending the absorbed energy out, now allowing the bolts to harmlessly channel into Liz, as she took step after step foward.

Never stop moving. Never stop pushing forward. The woman kept that philosophy since she was young, and kept it now. Every moment the monster was fighting her, it wasn't hurting anyone else.

She couldn't take a step back.

Keep moving.

Her tail slipped deep into her coat, pulling out her cryo blaster and fired on the monster's forward arm. She knew she couldn't crack his armor with her swords or sabers. She needed to weaken it first. Make it brittle.

Then she would shatter it.

 

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Location: Eiattu
Armour: Personal Armour
Weapon: Rotary Cannon, blaster pistol, thermal detonators, beskad.
Tag: Phaelissia Phaelissia

Tarw watched helplessly as this being moved at speeds that he considered beyond natural. There was enhancements on enhancements going on here and he growled since it was in his mind reinforcing the notion that this being was likely more machine than organic. Which posed the question of why they were attempting to appear humanoid at all. Since the humanoid form they held was not the one most optimal for combat so seemed strange to adopt it to be less efficient.

However, those thoughts quickly faded when the being attacked Gundar.

The Zabrak was not as quick in his reactions as Tarw, who even cut himself from the Force could still hear the whispers of it during fights. This meant that the attack struck perfectly from the cyborg, cutting into the soldier and the screeching from Gundar hung in the air horrifically as he burned alive from the inside out. It stopped once the imperial dove back from the suppressive fire that Tarw laid down.

"Gundar is down! Meet me at these coordinates for immediate medical attention!" Tarw called over the comms to the rest of his team. He prayed that there was a chance that the Zabrak was still alive. When Phaelissia attacked his cover, Tarw dove towards Gundar. Letting the debris of his cover fly over him as he dragged his teammate down an adjacent alleyway. Peek continuing to provide cover fire from her position. Firing down on Phaelissia best that she could.

Tarw refused to believe that the Zabrak was dead, even though every sense and part of him deep down knew that he was just dragging a corpse away from this fight. That he was not going to be able to save Gundar from his fate here.
 

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