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

[Domina Prime]

You walk along the edge of danger
And it will change you
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Why would you let this voice set in your head?
It is meant to destroy you


Lady Falentra | Darth Carnifex | Jonyna Si | Aris Noble

Open​

LOCATION: Eiattu 6
OBJECTIVE: OBJ2


The battlefield was a cacophony of embers, ash, and roaring flames as Domina Prime and Jonyna squared off. Each movement carried the weight of their opposing philosophies—one a chaotic embodiment of destruction, the other a disciplined harbinger of order.

Her eyes shifted to Lady Falentra for a brief moment as her tail flicked. "Provide support for your Prime while you can. Stay close to Azura~" She cooed warmly as she ran her claws across the womans cheek affectionately before re-focusing her gaze upon the Jedi. Her attention only briefly focusing on Aris Noble and her father as the two squared off mere feet away, curious as to why the young boy looked so...familiar. Still, her father's chosen champion was his choice, and she would look forward to their duel like all the rest. Walking past Carnifex one of Dimas clawed hands winded up as she delivered a playful slap to his back, the force enough to topple lesser men. "Give em hell, yes?" She quipped endearingly to Darth Carnifex .

Domina's towering form exuded an almost divine menace, her five eyes glowing faintly behind her mask as the cursed axe in her claws hymned and whispered, the ancient spirit within stoking her fervor. Its voice was warm, seductive, and irresistible.

"Oh Sweet daughter of destruction…bestow upon them a visage our majestic flame~"

The words coiled through her mind, filling her with a primal thrill. Her tail rattled in anticipation, and the volatile energy in her massive axe pulsed in time with her heartbeat. Behind her, Azura, her mighty Dovahdrake, rumbled low and threatening, his crystalline fangs gleaming as his piercing gaze locked onto the Jedi.

Jonyna, unshaken, retorted with sharp wit, even as she squared her shoulders for battle.

"Sorry, cutie, but you'll need to talk to Jenn Kryze first," she said, a sly grin tugging at her feline lips. "I might share, but I don't think she does."

Domina let out a barking laugh, her head tilting slightly in amused acknowledgment of the jab. Jenn Kryze —how ironic that a Mandalorian of such honor had befriended this Jedi. It was a testament to how vastly the galaxy could twist the same creed.

"Ohhhhhh! Well well well, congratulations! Didn't think you could handle Mandalorian love kitten…aren't you just full of surprises? Jenn is the sweetest of Dimas sisters, This One knows that to be true~" Domina chortled warmly towards the Jedi, her mood completely shifting for a moment. "Watered down & sugar coated…you two must be perfect for each other yes?" She teased playfully as she continued to move ever so steadily towards the Cathar.

"If you don't mind..." Jonyna's grin faded, her voice turning sharp as steel. "SIT!"

Her command was punctuated by the sudden gathering of the Force around her. The humidity in the air rippled as the Cathar Jedi drew it forth, condensing a rushing surge of water into a liquid barrage aimed squarely at the Warwitch.

Domina's eyes flared with anticipation, her tail rattling faster as her four hands shifted on the axe. Its blazing edge shimmered brighter, and she twirled the weapon like a staff, its immense size and weight moving with a grace that belied its lethality. The spirit's voice growled in her ear as Jonyna charged, her feline speed closing the distance with terrifying precision.

"Burn and scatter~"

The words left Domina's lips in a guttural growl as she raised the axe high above her head. The blade pulsed with light, and when it slammed into the earth, the impact triggered an explosive burst of radiant flame. The ground cracked and heaved, and a swirling conflagration erupted outward, vaporizing the water into a scalding shockwave of steam.

The battlefield was instantly shrouded in an oppressive mist, heavy with embers and choking heat. Visibility was reduced to fleeting shadows and glowing outlines. For a moment, all was chaos.

Jonyna moved like a phantom, shifting the suffocating steam with the grace and agility of her kind. Yet even as she evaded, Domina would strike.

Through the smoke, her tail lashed out, a serpentine whip of muscle and strength, slashing through stone and scattering debris. From the mist came another strike—her twin lashers snapping like predatory tendrils, seeking to trip or ensnare the Jedi.

"Here kitty kitty!"

Her saber hummed to life, its bright blade slicing through the mist. Each movement was calculated, but even if she dodged the lashers, Domina swung the axe in a wide horizontal arc.

The swing unleashed a wave of fire so intense that it melted stone and shattered steel, the explosive yield obliterating a nearby buildings entire wall in a single catastrophic burst. The smoke parted violently, revealing Domina's towering silhouette amidst the wreckage, her predatory grin visible even behind her mask.

"Peek-a-boo, motherfucker!" she snarled.

Hopefully, before she could recover, Domina lunged forward with terrifying speed for her size, her spare two arms clawing as she closed the distance.

Domina's axe-handling was a whirlwind of unpredictability. The massive weapon sang as it moved, its steel whispering threats and promises of destruction. Each swing carried not only lethal force but the lingering threat of explosive flame, leaving Jonyna no room for error. The ground beneath their feet cracked and groaned under the intensity of their clash, the heat warping the air and distorting the battlefield.

The Jedi needed to find an opening, to exploit Domina's unrelenting aggression. But Domina, for all her ferocity, was no mindless brute. Every strike was deliberate, the rhythm of her movements eerily synchronized with the hymns of the cursed axe.

This was no ordinary duel. This was a battle between two forces of nature, their conflict threatening to consume everything around them.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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TAG: Domina Prime

Every moment was a bit of new grace. It was moments like this that Jonyna thanked her lucky stripes that she had the fighting style she did. Trained in the art of movement, the dance of Ataru and the flame of Pyrokinesis. Every strike Domina threw at her was dodged with a sudden burst of flame, and a change in direction. Up, down, left, right. Her movements unpredictable, and scarily sudden.

And yet, even with the sudden mist fogging up both of their vision, Jonyna could feel every movement coming a mile away. Every sudden shift of Domina's movements was telegraphed by how it moved through the mist. Every droplet of water becoming an extension of Jonyna's senses. She had planned this. She knew Dima wouldn't allow her an easy win. And yet, the Cathar pushed forward. At one moment, she flipped midair right over the axe, landing deftly right on the head itself, before running across it's long shaft to go for a strike right at Dima's head, not with her saber, but with Liz, the blade swinging now to slash at Dima's helm, but instead intentionally missing it just inches from the edge of the blade, instead launching a point blank blast of sonic energy, before Jonyna's feet once more burst with flame, sending her high above Dima in a split second. The mist began to sing, the beat of a rock tune starting as a low hum of a bass guitar, then ramping up to be that of a jet engine.

Jonyna knew she couldn't beat Dima with brute force. She had tried that before. She had failed to do that before. And she knew better. Knew better than to trust herself to beat Domina Prime in a bare knuckle brawl. No, Jonyna had better options. Better chances putting the wicked witch down.

She'd drown her in sound and bury her in water. The storm was coming soon. She could feel the humidity shift. The potential energy of the air high above them grow. The jedi was going to bring the storm down.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery's amber eyes stayed locked on Dacian, the smirk tugging at his lips met with her fiery gaze. She didn't flinch at his theatrics or the bravado lacing his words. Instead, she allowed the stillness to grow between them, her violet blade casting a faint, flickering glow against the rubble-strewn battleground.

The Force around her remained steady, a calm reservoir of power that thrummed with her every breath. Dacian's excitement, his challenge, the thrill he seemed to find in uncertainty — it all rolled off her like water over stone. She had faced Sith like him before. This one was dangerous, yes, but she would not allow him to dictate the terms of their battle or draw her into his games.

Her lightsaber tilted slightly, the blade angling with precision as she took a measured step forward. "Dacian," she repeated, her voice cutting through the air with a steady intensity. "If you're looking for a duel, you've chosen the wrong Jedi. I'm not here to entertain your ambitions or your thirst for combat."

Her free hand extended outward, and with a subtle gesture, she reached into the Force, letting its currents ripple outward. Around them, debris shifted ever so slightly, as if the battlefield itself held its breath. She felt every pulse of the Force between them, every flicker of intent in his aura. He was prepared, confident, and powerful — but Valery stood unshaken.

"I fight to protect," she continued, her voice rising only enough to carry over the distant explosions. "To preserve the light in this galaxy, and the lives of those who can't fight for themselves."

Her blade came up in a slow, deliberate motion, the hum of the plasma growing louder as the air crackled with her resolve. "You won't stop me from doing that."

In a blur of motion, Valery surged forward, her violet blade sweeping in a precise arc aimed to test his reflexes. It wasn't the reckless, aggressive attack of someone baited into action — it was the strike of a Jedi Master — The Sword of the Jedi — calculated and controlled, the opening move in a duel that she intended to end on her terms.

The battle had begun, and for all of Darth Dacian's bravado, Valery fought not to prove herself — but to win and protect the people of this planet.

Darth Dacian ​

 

[Aris Noble]

"There's no staying safe."

Aris spoke calm in turn as he stared down Carnifex. Stared at the tip of the saber pointing at him. Aris was a usually calm Jedi. Calculating, focused. Everything he did he put a lot of thought in. Quickly, yes, but he thought through every action. And yet, he wasn't thinking here beside Jonyna. The words still echoed in his mind. They were not born, him or his Grandfather. They were made.

How similar did that make Aris to this man, then?

No, he refused that thought. They didn't have a similarity. Aris jumped into action. He left Jonyna's side almost immediately, the staff in his hands shifting to a blade akin to Seszil's own as he brought down a heavy strike. The only real thought in his mind was that he knew Carnifex wouldn't hurt him, or at least not kill him. But he would absolutely kill his master.

He brought a two handed strike straight down with all his might, his eyes narrowed in focus, in fire. "I'm not running from you this time."

Darth Carnifex | Jonyna Si | Domina Prime

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: This
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
SHIP: Úlfs Reiði
ALLIES: OPEN
ENEMIES: Amelia von Sorenn

Alarms blared as several ships dropped out of hyperspace near the blockade. The Dread Wolf never expected the blockade to go unchallenged. Instead he knew it would be tested. It was the test his Second Legion needed in order to solidify themselves among the powers of the Sith Order. The First Legion had secured numerous victories against other major powers in the galaxy, and while Lechner had no aspirations to think the Second Legion would see the same success in their first clash with the Galactic Alliance, but the Wolf expected them to hold the blockade.

“Get me a read on these ships.”

“It is the 10th sector armada.”

Gerwald’s brow quirked. He knew of them, though his campaigns with the Sith kept him away from the reunion which clashing with them would inevitably bring. Not everyone who had once given their allegiance to the Confederacy of Independent Systems found their home among the Sith Order. Gerwald had followed Srina at his own pace. A detour to discover where his kind originated from had delayed his arrival, but his loyalty had never once changed. It would never fade, even if the dynamic of their relationship had to change.

“Von Sorenn.”

His eyes looked out at the Super Star Destroyer which was the flagship of the armada. His vessel was much smaller by comparison, but the Second Legion was not designed to match the size and mass of larger ships. His legion was designed to break through the hulls of such vessels, and infiltrate. They were raiders, and the ships were made to take a beating and give one in return.

He looked to the Admiral which the Dread Wolf often relied on to command the ship when he went on a raid. A short nod let the man know the bridge was his, and without any other word or warning the Wolf made his way to the hangar bay. A couple of taps on the device which was on his wrist alerted the boarding crews they were about to engage the enemy. In Gerwald’s case it was time for a reunion. Perhaps he could convince his former ally to retreat. He was not afraid to shed blood, nor hesitant to do so, but for the sake of what had been the Dread Wolf would try reason first.

The smaller vessels of his raiding party breached the forward bay of Von Sorenn’s ship. Gerwald was certain it would draw attention, and he hoped it would draw hers. Naturally the combatants which had been sent to stop them would have to be dealt with. In his usual fashion, Gerwald was the first off his shuttle and with his lightsaber drawn and active he deflected the bolts which were fired at his party. Some were deflected back to the weapons which fired them, and others were scattered about the open hangar. It would be the scene which Amelia von Sorenn would find when the doors slid open.

 

[Roman Vossari]

Tags: Chasianna

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Roman's gut twisted. He was about to ask Tahn to elaborate on the strange feeling in the Force when, with a bone-jarring crash, something slammed onto the hood of their landspeeder. Sparks erupted, filling the cockpit with the acrid smell of burning metal. The vehicle lurched violently, the steering wheel spinning in Tahn's grasp as the repulsorlifts sputtered and died. They were sent careening off the path, the world a blur of green and brown before the landspeeder began to roll, smashing into the gnarled trunk of a massive tree. Roman felt himself thrown through the air, a sickening twist of weightlessness before impact. Then, darkness swallowed him whole.

He blinked, his head throbbing, his ears ringing with a high-pitched whine. The first thing he became aware of was the smell of burning wiring and hot metal, the distant crackle of flames growing louder. Disoriented, Roman pushed himself up, wincing as his shoulder screamed in protest. He scrambled to his feet, his vision swimming for a moment before clearing to show the wrecked landspeeder, its front end crumpled against the tree, flames licking at the exposed engine compartment.

"Ambassador!" he yelled, his voice hoarse.

He lurched toward the mangled wreckage, the heat radiating off the flames making him grit his teeth. Tahn was slumped inside, half-pinned under the twisted metal of the driver's side. Roman grabbed at the door, yanking on it with all his might, but it was jammed fast. The flames were spreading, snaking along the chassis, a death sentence if they lingered. He could feel the heat on his skin.

Panic surged through him, but he shoved it down. He had trained for this, to protect others. Roman focused on the Force, his senses sharpening as he sought any leverage points - any way to free the Ithorian. With a grunt, he found a slightly bent piece of metal, and, channeling his energy, he pulled and twisted, the metal groaning in protest before finally bending. He pulled Tahn free of the wreckage, dragging him away from the landspeeder just as it was fully engulfed in flame.

Roman lowered the Ithorian gently against a sturdy tree, his heart hammering against his ribs. He knelt beside him, his hands flying over Tahn to check for injuries. He found a long gash along the side of his head and some bruising to his abdomen. Tahn groaned, his massive eyes fluttering open, but his breathing was steady.

"Are you alright, Ambassador?" Roman's voice was slightly shaky but firm.

Tahn gave a slow nod. "I…I am. But…that presence…" he paused, his eyes scanning their immediate surroundings. "Something attacked us."

Roman nodded, "Yes. They jumped from the trees. Do you think it was…?"

Before he could finish his question, a twig snapped behind him. His body reacted instantly, twisting to face the sound. His hand flew to his lightsaber hilt, and the brilliant cyan blade snapped to life, illuminating the forest around him. His eyes scanned the tree lines, his muscles tense, ready for whatever was coming. His protective instincts soared. He would not let anyone hurt Ambassador Tahn.

 

[17-KR7 "Enigma"]

Location: Bridge of the "Vengeance of Alderaan"
Equipment: E-5 Blaster Rifle
Tags: ENEMIES: Naamino Zuukamano Micah tol Powl Gerwald Lechner | ALLIES: Amelia von Sorenn Vynara Rylthar @ Ko Vuto Briana Sal-Soren

The battle continued to unfold with calculated chaos, each new development weaving another layer into the intricate tapestry of war. On the bridge of the Vengeance of Alderaan, Enigma remained immobile, her crimson visor glowing faintly as her processors parsed data from the engagement. The Sith fighters, though initially disorganized, were regaining their footing. Their skill and ruthlessness were evident as they pressed hard against the Alliance formations. Yet, the Alliance crews held firm, their determination burning through the void like the relentless barrage of their turbolasers.

Reports from the 5th Fleet's comm channels filtered into her systems. Captain Cortan and Vynara Rylthar had successfully reoriented their fire, targeting the enemy frigates and pressing their advantage with precision. The coordinated efforts of Jedi Ko Vuto's starfighter squadron were already neutralizing scattered Sith interceptors, creating pockets of opportunity amidst the melee. Enigma's tactical models reflected their combined effectiveness: steady attrition against the Sith fleet without unnecessary losses to Alliance forces.

Despite these successes, the Sith continued to prove formidable. Their fighters moved with brutal efficiency, harrying Alliance bombers and forcing them to expend precious munitions at a faster rate. The Sith frigates, reinforced by their superior shields and disciplined formations, absorbed the brunt of the Alliance volleys, holding the line against the relentless push.

"Fleet Captain Karras," Enigma said, her voice cutting through the din of the bridge, "adjust engagement parameters. Divert secondary wings to defensive postures around key frigates. Their bomber screens remain a significant threat. Suppressing them will allow our forces to sustain the momentum of their assault."

Karras issued the orders with practiced efficiency, trusting Enigma's analysis without hesitation. The Vengeance of Alderaan pivoted in formation, its dorsal turrets unleashing precise bursts toward a cluster of Sith bombers threatening the Alliance Resolute Dawn. The destruction of several enemy ships sent a cascade of wreckage spiraling into the void, momentarily relieving the embattled cruiser.

Her attention shifted as a new data feed flagged itself as priority. Reports from the Eastern front indicated the arrival of additional Sith transport ships. Their signatures, accompanied by cloaked escorts, were unmistakable. They were bound for Eiattu 6, their trajectory cutting through the dark miasma of Sith battle meditation that dominated the sector. For now, they remained out of Enigma's reach—a reality she calculated with cold precision.

"Note the continued movement of Sith troop transports toward Eiattu 6," she instructed the communications officer. "Transmit all updated trajectory data to Alliance ground command. Prioritize planetary defense readiness and request immediate Jedi ground team reinforcement. Acknowledge our current inability to intercept."

The officer complied swiftly, transmitting the data as Enigma's focus returned to the Western front. The Sith blockade was still intact, though its cohesion continued to erode under the Alliance's relentless assault. Her processors identified subtle shifts in their fleet's posture, patterns that hinted at uncertainty among the Sith commanders. They were reacting, adapting—but they were not leading.

Enigma's visor pulsed as she analyzed the effectiveness of the Sith starfighter squadrons. Despite their early disarray, they were now executing coordinated strikes, exploiting gaps in Alliance formations and overwhelming isolated wings. Yet the Alliance crews proved resilient, adapting under pressure and leveraging their superior teamwork to blunt the Sith attacks.

"Adjust interceptor wings to full coverage over bombers," Enigma ordered. "Reallocate reserve squadrons to reinforce the forward line. Keep fighter formations staggered to mitigate concentrated Sith fire."

The tactical display reflected the immediate execution of her commands. Alliance interceptors swept into the fray, weaving through the chaos to intercept Sith fighters bearing down on vulnerable bombers. Their precise maneuvers and disciplined coordination countered the Sith's aggressive tactics, preventing further losses and keeping the assault on the blockade intact.

Enigma's processors hummed with satisfaction as her models predicted the continued degradation of Sith effectiveness. Her tactical models indicated that while the Sith were formidable in localized engagements, their overall strategy lacked flexibility. Their reliance on brute force and psychological dominance left them vulnerable to calculated exploitation.

On a secondary display, the engagement at the blockade's core intensified. Sith capital ships exchanged devastating broadsides with the Alliance fleet, their shields flaring under the onslaught. The Vengeance of Alderaan led the charge, its turbolasers hammering the weakened frigates protecting the Sith command ship. Each impact drew the blockade closer to collapse, though at a cost—Alliance ships showed signs of strain, their shields flickering under sustained fire.

"Captain Karras," Enigma said, her tone devoid of emotion but commanding nonetheless. "Continue applying pressure to the blockade's core. Prioritize command frigates for destruction. Their loss will further destabilize the Sith's operational integrity."

Karras acknowledged her with a sharp nod. "You heard the droid. Maintain pressure and drive them back!"

Through the viewport, the battlefield was a symphony of light and destruction, the void illuminated by the relentless exchange of fire. The Sith fleet, though resilient, was beginning to falter, their formations buckling under the Alliance's coordinated push.

Enigma's attention lingered momentarily on the data streaming in from the newly arrived ships under Alliance command. The boarding actions reported by the Second Legion hinted at a shift in the enemy's focus—an escalation that would complicate Alliance efforts if left unchecked. Her processors ran simulations, analyzing the long-term implications of this development as a new front opened in the fight.

For now, she dismissed it from her immediate priorities. The Western front demanded her full attention, and she calculated that the blockade could still be broken with continued precision strikes and sustained momentum. Their fight would be decided on their own terms, between Amelia von Sorenn and her opponent, not Enigma.

 

[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

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

The city had been taken and Tarw was being tasked with securing the Alliance's position, him along with most of the troopers. Tarw was with the ragtag group he had been working with on a few missions now. Tarw had been intrigued about how it felt to be leading a team since the experience he had was usually one where he was a lone wolf. However this team had stuck by his side for a while now and he was growing to rely on them. Gundar, a Zabrak tech expert, Peek was the Twi'lek weapons expert and Wrad was the medic/pilot of the group.

Tarw was the heavy weapon specialist and hammer. Charging headlong into the danger.

Peek called over the comms of an enemy sighting, the sniper had a keen enemy and Tarw knew putting her in the position as oversight to ensure they were protected and that they could locate the movements. Now there was a location for Tarw to head towards. Gundar was following him with Wrad heading towards Peek to assist her.

Running through the city, the chaos of war brewing all over the place, the streets were dangerous and crossfire was just as deadly as taking on any opponent one on one. It was Tarw's steady breathing and focus on where he needed to go that kept him focused. Calm. Tarw charged around and pulled out his rotary cannon as him and Gundar turned around a corner on where the enemy had been flagged by Peek. Charging the cannon, the barrels turned and a heavy explosive torrent of blaster fire was aimed straight for Phaelissia and her group.

This city was not going to be taken back by the Sith. Not on Tarw's watch.

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Location: Eiattu
Companion: Grisial
Equipment: Lightsaber, Ichor Sword, Nightsister Energy Bow
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Tag: Nyxira Valis

This was her first mission after the birth of her son, Aileni. The boy was happy and healthy on Dathomir, she was glad to have him in her life. Even though she felt there was a presence in him that confused her. A presence that did not seem right. For now, she had to focus on the fact that he was safe, in the care of one of the sisters of Dathomir that helped her throughout the birth. Dreidi and Grisial were on this world to help the Galactic Alliance. To push back the Sith Order and ensure that peace was restored to the world.

It was a tough ordeal from the view that Dreidi had. Breathing in deeply, she let out a slow sigh, "we need to do this. The Sith need to be stopped so Aileni's future is filled with peace." Dreidi whispered to Grisial as she gently pet the crystal fox. They both knew that Aileni was too important, too special in their hearts to let him see the destruction and cruelty that the Sith brought to the many lives out there.

The energy bow strapped to her back, ichor sword sheathed on her hip with her Lightsaber in her hand. The full warrior witch form of Dreidi was on display now. It had been a while since she was in battle, casting spells and untapping her full power in front of others. Dreidi breathed in deeply, the last breathe before she jumped into the sea of chaotic war. Grisial running by her side as she casted her Magick, blasting Sith troopers, rendering them unconscious.

Feeling the Magick surging through her body again, it felt stronger than before, she held more control than ever before. The emotions of her motherly love were amplifying the connection to the Magick of Dathomir. Bonds stronger than steel.

 

[Raphael Gallustrade]

CAPITAL GAINS

The world about him was awash in a dark tide. He should've been out, about and moving a while ago, but he'd ... well, embarrasingly, he'd fallen asleep. Raphael would be he first to admit that he was not necessarily "great" at this whole Jedi thing... In fact, in some respects he was quite bad at it, but he kept trying. And he would keep trying. And, for better or for worse, that trying involved this battle... Still embroiled in war.

Slowly, Raphael checked himself, the fountain blade was still in his pocket in his jacket and his force imbued blade, "Unadorned" was lying nearby. He reached out and slowly picked it up. With any luck he wasn't too late, for the offensive. He knew that the sith were going to be trying to to take the capital, and he also knew that he couldn't allow that to happen... But the question was... where was he...? He pushed open the door to the building and walked out. Nowhere good. There were a ot of explosions... and there was a lot of shooting...

Soldiers advanced, ahead of him. He was pretty sure he was a tank, in at least one place. Or maybe that was justa really short walker...? It had vanished around a building too quickly. He sighed. There was still so much to do, there was so much fighting going on across the city. It didn't take him long to feel the popping effects of the darkside, everywhere, as he stood there. Sith were fighting, bringing more death along with them.

Up ahead... His senses were warning him about soldiers, he could feel them, the emotions boiling in them. Blade drawn the steel sang, as he marched and began to hum a small tune. Where exactly was he going...? It didn't matter. He dashed forward, blade tearing through the armor of a trooper. He evaded blaster fire from another, and his sword bit through another. Then another... One small squad down... He'd need to find pockets of survivors... Try to rally them. But it was hard to tell who was what, here... The screams, mixed with the fear and the pain. He took a breath and quieted his mind. He'd need to focus.

 

[Nyxira Valis]

The skies above the city darkened with unnatural speed, casting a pall over the chaotic battlefield below. The air grew heavy, oppressive, as though the atmosphere itself were choking on the rage of the storm that approached. Then it came — a rumble of thunder that shook the ground, followed by jagged streaks of crimson lightning tearing through the heavens. Soldiers from both sides paused, heads snapping upward as a palpable sense of dread spread through the ranks.

Darth Nythera had arrived.

At the edge of the city, atop the tallest spire of a crumbling skyscraper, she stood, a black silhouette against the seething stormclouds. Her cloak billowed in the rising wind, the faint glow of crimson runes etched into her armor pulsing in time with the storm above. Her violet eyes burned with unholy light, surveying the chaos below with a mixture of cold calculation and malicious glee.

Raising her hands, she spoke, her voice a resonant echo carried on the howling wind. It was an incantation, words of ancient Sith sorcery that rippled through the Force like a tidal wave. The storm responded, its fury intensifying as arcs of lightning danced across the clouds, converging at her outstretched hands.

With a final, cutting word, she unleashed it.

Bolts of crimson lightning rained down upon the city, striking with terrifying precision. The first struck an Alliance transport, its armor cracking under the sheer force of the energy. It exploded in a fiery burst, sending debris and soldiers flying. The second bolt found its mark in a squad of advancing troops, their screams lost in the deafening roar as they were incinerated where they stood.

Nyxira gestured sharply, and the storm surged forward, a swirling tempest of wind and lightning that tore through the streets. Alliance barricades crumbled under the onslaught, soldiers thrown like ragdolls by the sheer force of the gale. The crimson-tinged lightning struck again and again, each bolt a precise execution of her will.

The Sith troopers in the area began to rally, emboldened by her display of power. But Nyxira's focus remained on the Alliance forces, her wrath unrelenting as she targeted those who dared stand in her way. She descended from her perch, the storm following her like a living entity, its fury bending to her command.

In the heart of the city, Alliance Jedi were leading groups of defenders — the perfect target. "Finally," she whispered, her voice lost to the wind but charged with anticipation.

She raised her hand, summoning a vortex of wind and lightning that spiraled toward the Jedi, the raw power of the Dark Side surging through her. The battlefield was her arena, the storm her weapon, and she would not stop until the city knelt beneath her fury — or until those who dared oppose her were dust beneath her boots.

Dreidi Xeraic ​

 

[The Red]

Aadihr spat on him.

The Red laughed. A joyful, honest laugh even as his eye burned. It took him by surprise, certainly, to be blinded in such a way. It was a temporary thing, he knew. Even just rubbing his eye would be enough right? If he had the moment to, he would. But those moments never came. Instead Aadihr struck out, lashing for his leg on his blind side. All out offence quickly turned to defense as he brought his blade down alongside the sheath to catch the blade. His grin hadn't faded, though.

"There you go. Fight! Strike and kill me. Stop this great evil. Attack, attack!"

He cackled, falling into a defensive rhythm seamlessly. All at once he was letting Aadihr set the pace, set the tempo. Right up until he was suddenly gone. He fully disengaged, his body zipping to the side as he caught another of Aadihr's strikes to try and pull the man with him. Right into the path of the sudden approaching Zabrak as she ripped through the flame.

It'd been a trap, after all. His offense to make them think he was only going to attack. The flame between them so Aadihr and Azurine couldn't see each other. Separating them so it was Azurine who would have to jump back into the fray. The Sith Lord grinned all the while as he set the two Jedi on a collision course, both blinded by the rage they were pulled to feel.

Azurine Varek | Aadihr Lidos

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Field Attire
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike (disarmed) | confiscated slugthrower rifle (equipped)

The Sith's taunting was getting to him. Aadihr's malice fueled some of his attacks, but the Azzie's presence was always in the back of his mind. Bursts of force flame obscured his Sight but Aadihr kept on the Offensive.

The Red blocked one of his butt-end strikes, yanking on the pike to pull the Miraluka as he dashed to the side. His mind flashed to the training room of the Veridian academy - a spar against Braze had taught him a valuable lesson.

Aadihr simply let go of his pike, using his weak but precise telekinetic ability to flip the switch, shutting off the the pike's emitter as it spun out of his grip at the Sith's pull.

Instead of following his first instinct to tackle the sith like he had Braze, with the brief moment of surprise he bought Aadihr dove backwards, putting distance between himself and the Red, further away from the flame that. . . Azzie was launching herself through?

As Aadihr landed, he rolled into a kneeling position, pulling free the confiscated slugthrower from his shoulder in a smooth movement. The rifle was a memento taken from a defeated Neo-Crusader on Keshi, and Aadihr had felt it's power firsthand - literally. It had punctured his left hand and required weeks of Bacta treatment.

Aadihr racked the weapon, used his miniscule telekinetic ability to stabilize his aim, visualizing the projectile's path that he has memorized from hours of practice at the firing range, then trained the barrel at The Red, waiting for the right moment when Azurine Varek was clear to pull the trigger.

Azurine Varek | The Red​

 

[Gil Horn]

Tags: Credius Nargath

Gil Horn stood firm as the Sith lightning ripped toward him, the air alive with its destructive power. With a sharp twist of his saberstaff, the green blades intercepted the crackling energy, sparks flying as the Jedi channeled the Force through his weapon, dissipating the attack. The sheer force of the Sith's power made the ground tremble beneath him, but Gil's footing held steady. He would not yield.

As the final arcs of lightning sputtered out, Gil straightened, his voice calm and resolute. "Outmatched? You mistake chaos for control, Sith. You wield destruction, but your hunger blinds you. You cannot see the strength of those who stand together, who fight for more than themselves."

He began circling the Lord of Hunger, each step deliberate and measured. The oppressive weight of the Dark Side pressed against him, but Gil centered himself, drawing deeply from the Force. The battlefield around them was in shambles—smoldering debris, shattered droids, and scattered Alliance soldiers clinging to hope. Gil knew that hope depended on him now. He had to keep the Sith's attention—and strike when the opportunity arose.

"You think fear will grant you victory," Gil continued, spinning his saberstaff in a wide arc, its green glow cutting through the smoke and darkness. "But fear is fleeting. The Light endures. And so do I."

He stopped his circling and planted his feet, a shift in his stance signaling his intent. With a surge of motion, he thrust his saberstaff forward and hurled one end of it, letting the spinning blade fly toward the Sith. The attack wasn't meant to land a killing blow but to force the Lord of Hunger to react, creating a moment of distraction.

At the same time, Gil darted forward with Force-enhanced speed, closing the gap between them. In one fluid motion, he called the spinning saberstaff back to his hand, catching it mid-flight. He swung the weapon in a sweeping arc aimed at the Sith's side, following with a quick jab toward his opponent's dominant arm.

"You call me a whelp," Gil said through gritted teeth, his strikes precise and unrelenting. "But I will show you that even a single spark of the Light can push back the shadow."

His movements were swift and deliberate, blending offense and defense as he pressed the attack, forcing the Sith Lord to fight on Gil's terms. The young Jedi wasn't reckless—each strike and maneuver was calculated, seeking not to overpower the Sith but to disrupt and provoke him, drawing him further into the duel. The fate of the Alliance forces behind him depended on this gambit, and Gil would not let them down.

 

[Azurine Varek]

Together, We Fight As One

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

The moment Azurine burst through the flame, her piercing amethyst eyes locked on the Sith's stolen staff. The chaotic swirl of heat and light around them barely registered. What mattered were the visions that flashed through her view, followed by a feeling of movement. She knew that Aadihr's position had been shifted in relation to her own before she saw it. Her body moved, reacting to the rapid thinking she'd honed in countless battles, and her mind was ripe with determination.

Focus. Don't think—just act.

Instead, she saw the opportunity—the shift in the staff’s position as Aadihr disengaged. He'd left that opening for her specifically. She may not have been able to slow herself or shift her position on her own very well now, but she had an idea of what would. Her hook sword lashed out like a Rancor’s strike, catching the staff’s length and twisting her body to redirect its energy. The blade screeched against the metal as she turned his pull into her shift in momentum.

Azzie's gaze flicked briefly to Aadihr’s position. She noted the rifle in his hands, her instincts reading the moment as clear as a star map. With a deep breath, she gave a split-second nod to the knight while she followed through. Clearly, they were much stronger working in tandem than alone.

The hook sword against the staff became her pivot as she brought her left leg up, flames trailing behind her in an arc of light and heat. A fiery kick, aimed squarely at The Reds neck. A fierce cry ripped from her throat as she attempted to strike, her balance and passion merging into one searing blow.

Azzie's weapon slipped free from the staff with a flick of her wrist as she used the recoil to throw herself out of The Red’s immediate reach. She knew the landing that came after was going to hurt before it even happened—too much force, not enough control. It was either that or be in the way of Aadihr’s shot.

Whether or not they lost here, she would make it as difficult for him as possible, and he sure as hell would remember her face.

Aadihr Lidos | The Red​

 

[Phaelissia]

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

In the chaos of the Alliance sniper attack and bombardment, Phaelissia was separated from the main force under Reicher Vax . The Cipher agent was alone, pushing deep into the city and making her way through enemy lines.

And in the process, she left a gruesome trail of death and destruction in her wake.

A squad of eight Alliance troopers on patrol were suddenly engulfed in a column of searing violet flames discharged from the outstretched arm of a masked assailant. The fire burned at temperatures which made it more akin to a stream of plasma, melting through the Duravlex-reinforced armor plating while simultaneously cooking the flesh of the wearers beneath. The acrid smell of charred flesh and melting plastic filled the air, giving it an almost caustic quality. All the while, the screams of the immolating troopers were loud and piercing to such an extreme degree that they sounded out over the din of the battle, immediately drawing attention.

Just as Phaelissia bounded past the charred corpses of the troopers, a hail of blaster fire roared towards her, catching the assassin four times in her torso and chest. The Cipher agent cried out as she was struck, but she didn’t allow herself to fall as her bodysuit’s conformal shield projectors flared and attenuated much of the energy. Instead, she threw herself into cover behind a nearby armored vehicle—its hull charred and ruined from laser fire.

Gritting her teeth, Phaelissia glanced down to assess her injuries as her augmented cardiovascular system kicked into overdrive, releasing synthetic bacta into her bloodstream. Her flesh would burn and bruise, but the bodysuit, though visibly burned with carbon scoring, had protected her from the bulk of the damage.

Still, she knew that another burst might overwhelm her protection and thereby prove terminal.

Phaelissia quickly processed the sensor data flowing into her awareness, identifying four sentient lifeform signatures seemingly honed in on her position. Alliance troopers. Sensing that she was almost cornered, the assassin primed one of her sonic detonators, activated her sonic nullifiers, and waited three seconds.

Then, after allowing the grenade to cook, she quickly threw it over the armored vehicle towards the two Alliance troopers who had shot her only moments prior. In that, she hoped that the grenade would explode mid-air, potentially giving her targets only a split-second to take defensive action!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Frostfire Azalea
  
  • Arms
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - R
  • FAE/A-07 Energized Neck Piece
    
    • FAE/S-12 “Dream Sight” Combat Sensor System Mk. II
      
      • Updated Version
    • FAE/S-11 Universal Communication Matrix
      
      • Replacement for C-3a “Mercury” Communications Suite
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear
      
      • Jetboot Thrusters Removed
      • Replacement for B-11 “Gretis” Class Combat Boots
• Freezing Fates
• Purifying Lash
• Sonic Detonator

 

[Chasianna]

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

Chasiana unleashed a high-pitched, savage cry as her vibroblade ripped through the engine block in a cacophonous rhythm of shrieking metal. Nevertheless, the blade’s mono-molecular edge and energy cell made short work of the durasteel by vaporizing and tearing through it all at once, until the engine (and much of the hood) was little more than charred, shredded metal. Then, feeling the landspeeder begin to lurch out of control, the Qilin tapped into her preternatural senses before jumping off the vehicle at a safe, opportune moment, leaving her vibroblade behind in the process.

She tucked herself into a roll as her feet met the ground, distributing the force of the landing across her entire body. However, upon coming to a rest, Chasianna registered panging aches in her awareness owing to the force of the impact. A burning sensation blossomed out from her hands, compelling the acolyte to take a brief glance at them. Fortunately, she found only small bruises, cuts, and scrapes struck across the skin, to which she gave a short breath of relief. Nothing gruesome or disabling.

Chasianna grunted before pushing herself back to her feet. Her heart pounded inside her chest, but the adrenaline and pain only gave her focus as she oriented herself to her surroundings. She caught sight of the burning husk of the landspeeder only 30 meters away. Then, she found a large, sturdy tree only a few meters next to the crash site, where the Qilin immediately registered the presence of her target and someone else.

Another Jedi.

Her presence became a ghost then—minimized to the rough equivalent of a tiny molecule as she slowly approached the tree, while making use of all available cover and concealment. Before long, the other Jedi emerged into view. He was a tall, lean figure clad in dark, yet ornate armor. A brown hood concealed a shoulder-length mane of red hair, shadowing fair, angular features accentuated with a sharp jawline and high cheekbones.

Chasianna pulled deep on her emotions as a silent prayer moved her lips. She was prepared to kill him, if necessary to achieve her mission.

Extending her left arm, Chasianna willed a small twig to break via telekinetic impulse. The action immediately drew the Jedi’s attention as his cyan lightsaber blade ignited, manifesting a searing snap-hiss in the process. Then, drawing on the dark side, the acolyte ripped her vibroblade free from where it was lodged within the landspeeder’s engine block, before recalling it via a forceful telekinetic jerk. However, in doing so, she manipulated the weapon so that it spun mid-flight in a manner akin to a boomerang, committed on a course towards the Jedi’s legs.

Should the blade connect, Chasianna hoped that it would strike the back of his knees, with the aim of disabling or even severing one (or both) legs outright! If dodged (or its course was left relatively uninterrupted), the blade would then proceed back to her grasp, revealing the small-statured acolyte’s presence only 10 meters away from where the Ambassador's bodyguard stood.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Shell Spider Silk Sith Robes with Synth-Leather Gloves, Boots, and Banded Belt -
  
  • Atmosphere Mask
  • Gauntlets
    
    • Gauntlet Comp - R
      
      • Loaded with FAE/S-11 Universal Communication Matrix
  • Utility
    
    • FAE/C-05 Infiltration Suite
    • Fibercord Grappling Hook / Liquid-cable Launcher
    • Aqua Breather
    • Glowrod
    • "PureSucculent" Filtration Straw
    • Energy Capsules
    • Spare Filters
    • Water Canteens
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear
      
      • Jetboot Thrusters Removed
• Fuchsia Edge (2)

 

[Darth Dacian]

Wearing
Wielding: Standard Gear (Bio)
TAGS:
Friends:
Foes: Valery Noble​

"Just so we're on the same page here, my lady: There are no wrong jedi when it comes down to it. I may be picky but the selection of opponents offered so far has been...below expectations." His brows furrowed into disappointment, recalling that encounter with the squadron of republic troopers. However, that frown turned back into a smirk once Valery surged forward towards him, admiring the initiative of the Jedi master.

Valery was fast, even more so than he would have figured for a Jedi. Yet, in a seamless, almost casual fluidity, Dacian unsheathed his blade in a flash, the vibrosword rising to meet the strike with an ear-splitting crackle. Sparks exploded where the weapons met, dancing in the air between them like miniature stars.

Dacian's heels ground into the dirt beneath him, the force of the strike pushing him back a fraction of an inch as their blades held cross against each other. His muscles tightened, a single crimson eye gleaming with a dangerous shine. He let out a low, almost breathless laugh, his grin spreading wide across his face.

"Oh, you are exactly my type." He muttered, his voice tinged with exhilaration. "Just what I was hoping for. We'll have fun."

For a brief moment, he relished the clash, his eye wide with awe—how a child might gaze at a crackling sparkler in awe or lose themselves in the wonder of fireworks lighting up the sky. That same raw joy surged through him now, a feeling he hadn't known in far too long.

Then, with a sharp exhale, Dacian pushed back against the battlemaster's blade, breaking the deadlock. He moved swiftly, seamlessly transitioning from defense to offense, his strikes coming in rapid succession. Each blow carried the essence of a tranquil fury, each movement a part of a deadly dance, a dance he was more than excited to share with his newfound partner.

 

[Kaito Starfall]

Diogo Talon

Kaito staggered, his free hand pressing against his smoldering wound. His breath came sharp, controlled despite the pain. As Diogo stirred among the rubble, Kaito made his decision. Survival demanded he vanish.

He stepped back into the shadow of a crumbled building, the dim light warping around him.

"Chase me, and you'll regret it child." Tendrils of black, smoke-like energy coiled at his heels, curling and twisting as though alive, obscuring his form. As he moved deeper into the gloom his figure dissolved more of him into the haze, until only those dark, shifting wisps remained—fading into nothingness with the faintest hiss.

When the smoke cleared, he was gone.

 

[Kadann]

Sazo Vass Darth Malum of House Marr

The banner fluttered in the air as the Sith forced advanced. Kadann hadn't walked a true battlefield for many years, but it was a familiar experience.

The last time he had been on the other side of the line. Before the One Sith came. Before his fall into the darkness. He was too tired now for regrets.

An eager close support fires team from the alliance targeted the banner. Kadann waved his hand and the shells disintegrated far above them.

"My Lord," Kadann said to Darth Malum.

He raised his hand and pointed at the red akk dog that charged through the battle towards them.

"A challenge. Do you want me to deal with it, or face it yourself?"

The young Marr was hungry for prestige and power. Kadann would not intervene if he chose this fight for himself.