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

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Aris Noble Darth Carnifex Domina Prime Braze

The dance continued. Domina's legs shot up, only to miss her as Jonyna flew upward. Any other day, she'd be happy to keep this going. Keep the ballet of destruction going, as fire engulfed them both.

But today was different. She had Aris Noble with her, a boy who had already gone off on his own despite her instruction. Not by choice, but due to the nature of the battle. What were they thinking? Taking on the crazed mandalorian witch, and the monster, at the same time. She needed an opening. Something to give her the chance to help Aris. She could see him struggling in her peripheral vision. The monster had him cornered, and she had to help him. Every movement she had to dedicate to keeping Domina Prime off her. The blue coat that she had made her signature flapping incessantly in the wind, as it picked up more and more.

Then the rain started. It started off as a drizzle, but quickly evolved into a downpour, a cloudburst dumping gallons upon gallons onto Domina as Jonyna heard a-

Braze.

Somewhere out there, Braze had fired a bolt from his lightsaber rifle.

That was it. That was the opening she needed.

Suddenly, she shifted rocketing like a missile towards the monster. The sith lord that had forgone his humanity and become nothing more than an animal to be put down.

Just as she had with Jenn Kryze on Echnos, she planted herself between her padawan and the monster, drawing her lightsaber, Lucy, her mother's blade, to slash straight through the projectiles that were flung towards Aris. Jonyna did not speak, and yet Aris could hear his master's voice sing around him through the air.

"You focus on Domina. I'll deal with your grandfather. That's an order."

She wasn't usually one to make such commands, but she couldn't risk it in moments such as this. The storm was still coming, and the rain still poured.

It was the Eye of the Storm, versus the Monster of Mandalore now. She stood, saber raised in a strange stance unlike any other, not of any form but of one of Jonyna's own making, only one hand on the hilt as she stared the monster down.

This time she didn't intend on running. This time, she'd make a name for herself.

 

[Ashley Nevermore]

Tag: Reicher Vax Kahlil Noble

The first thing to hit them were the Sith Old Guard, pushing towards them with precise shots. Ashley watched as the sith lit up Wizard's position, the woman snarling as she heard Devil call over the radio for support.

"Bastard, get over there. I'm gonna coordinate the counter assault."

"Always pushing. I'll see you later Ash." The Corellian gave Ashley a salute before dipping back into the backroutes of the line, out of the line of fire as he maneuvered towards Wizard's position.

Next came the mortars. HEAT shells impacted the armor of the Tiger, only to be repelled by ERA plates designed to explode and dissuade this exact type of thing. Mortars were not precision weapons, and the shells seemed to do little to dissuade the forward advance of the GA-TE, which kept a steady movement of near 50 kilometers an hour, charging forward to break the sith lines. Dragon squad knew that if the sith were going to take it out, they'd require orbital assistance.

So they pushed right into the center of the enemy lines. Bobcats rushed forward ahead, lighting up the sith front with blaster cannons and mortar rounds, more often than not completely ignoring their own sensors, and relying instead on those of the Raven droids above, zipping around with LIDAR to mark targets. The Tiger opened up on every direction, before suddenly slowing to a halt, lowering itself, and deploying a heavy bubble shield as it's doors opened, and the men of Dragon squad poured out leaving onto the essential crew, and rushed the sith in close quarters combat. Men using their Lionheart armor's shoulder mounted blaster rifles to pick off troops without even engaging them directly, while picking a different target to pick a fight with entirely independently.

Then came the grenades. A suppressive volley meant to shock Wizard from their position. Fortunately for them, and unfortunately for the sith troopers, the grenades seemed to suddenly levitate mid-air just before hitting the GADF lines, Ashley focusing her own weak abilities in the Force to grab them mid-air, and throw them back at the sith.

Ashley couldn't wait. She looked to Dragon Squad engaging in CQC, and needed to be up there. She looked over to DJ, as she knew the orbital strike would be coming soon. The sith would throw away their numbers easily, she was sure.

"Get the 34th on the horn. I need to reassign those Falcons to warn off the sith bombardment. I'm going in, DJ."

"Copy. Good luck Ash."

Ashley's tunnel vision let her tune out as DJ, her RTO, called into the 34th Walker Battalion, who had been preoccupied to the south with another assault. And while they were still stuck with that, their artillery, 6 heavy artillery walkers, was happy to take potshots at orbital ships shooting at friendlies.

The roar of turbolasers firing upward at the ships above rocked the battlefield, as the Phoenix of the GADF rushed into the fray. She knew who was in charge, her marksmen had pinned him long before the engagement started.

Rushing into the fray, she opened fire on Reicher Vax himself, opening with an HE grenade from her launcher, before lobbing five blaster bolts his direction.

 

[Reicher Vax]

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

"We bleed for the Emprie!"​

The battlefield was a maelstrom of fire and chaos, and Reicher Vax stood at its epicenter, unyielding against the storm. The relentless push of the GADF's mechanized assault was testing even the disciplined Old Guard, their overlapping fields of fire now pressed to their limits. Smoke and debris clouded the air as the Tiger walker's shield flickered into place, the ominous glow of its bubble a testament to the Alliance's meticulous strategy.

<Command, this is Lieutenant Vax. Reinforcements are still pending. Do you copy?> His voice, steady but edged with frustration, cut through the din over the commlink. Static crackled in response before another status update arrived—delayed, garbled, and infuriatingly vague.

<Reinforcements en route. ETA… unknown. Hold the line, Lieutenant.>

Reicher's jaw tightened under his helmet. Unknown? It was unacceptable. The Empire's vaunted efficiency was faltering, and his men, the Old Guard, were paying the price in blood.

The crack of blaster fire and the heavy thud of grenade impacts shook him from his thoughts. Through the swirling haze, he caught sight of the Tiger disgorging Alliance infantry. Their advance was relentless, their coordination remarkable, but Reicher's gaze remained steady. Even as grenades hurled by his own troopers were flung back mid-air, his tactical mind continued to dissect the field.

"Push forward!" he barked to his squad, raising his vibroblade high as a rallying point. "Suppress the infantry! Change mortar rounds to ion and fire on their armor's vulnerable points. If reinforcements won't come, we will adapt."

As the Old Guard pressed forward in disciplined waves, Reicher's visor caught a flicker of movement—an individual rushing through the fray. His enhanced optics zeroed in just in time to catch the muzzle flash of a grenade launcher aimed squarely at him. There was no time to think, only act.

The HE grenade hit the barricade where Reicher had been standing moments before, detonating in a deafening explosion that sent shrapnel and smoke billowing into the air. Reicher had moved, his reflexes honed by years of battle, rolling to the side and rising to his feet in a single fluid motion. His vibroblade hummed to life, vibrating with lethal intent as his crimson visor locked onto the source of the attack.

Ashley Nevermore .

"Charge!" He bellowed to the men near him. The only way the Sith could win here was for this line to break, for the Alliance commander to lie dead at his feet.

Her follow-up blaster bolts sizzled through the air, but Reicher's discipline and precision kept him alive. The first bolt grazed his shoulder plating, sparking against the durasteel but failing to penetrate. The second and third were deflected off his amor. The fourth caught his off-hand gauntlet, burning but not incapacitating. The fifth bolt seared past his helm as he closed the distance.

"You think your theatrics intimidate me?" Reicher growled, his voice cold and sharp over the din. He lunged forward with a sweeping slash of his vibroblade, aiming to disrupt her balance and force her back. "You're just another pawn of a decaying Alliance, clinging to the illusion of righteousness!"

As he advanced, Reicher toggled his commlink again, issuing rapid orders to his squad. <Suppress the flanks and keep those Bobcats pinned! Don't let their infantry get behind us!>

His vibroblade sang as it arced through the air, a blur of deadly precision aimed at forcing Ashley to disengage or make a critical error. Around him, the disciplined Old Guard followed his commands to the letter, the ones close charging into melee while the rest's overlapping fire continuing to stave off the Alliance's relentless push. Yet, as the weight of the assault pressed heavier and heavier, Reicher knew that without reinforcements, the Sith's position would become untenable.

"Come on, Alliance hero," he muttered under his breath, his visor glowing faintly in the haze. "Show me if you're more than just bluster."

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[Ashley Nevermore]

Tag: Reicher Vax Kahlil Noble​

The roar of battle around her seemed to fade away. The fact that the Tiger was mowing down Sith seemed to be secondary as Ashley rushed forward, quickloading another grenade into her launcher as the sith commander charged her, all the while her shoulder mounted Particle Blaster autonomously opened fire, four more anti-tank rated blaster bolts aimed square at his chest.

Crazy bastard.

"Oh shut up." She shot back, as she aimed her grenade launcher once more, this time firing a CryoBan Grenade right at the feet of the charging sith trooper, before immediately switching to her Heavy Particle Pistol as he came at her with his vibroblade. Three more shots from her pistol, before she finally raised her arm, a knuckle mounted vibroblade extending as she blocked the blade, going for a massive kick to his ribs to get some space between them. "I'm not interesting in sparing with words, ya nut. I'm the good guy, you're the bad guy. Let's keep it that simple, okay?!"

If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was the self righteous hypocrites who thought themselves the hero. Pawns of the Alliance? Motherfucker, she was a soldier, of course she was a pawn. Decaying Alliance? Did this crazy bastard not see the map of the galaxy?!

She wasn't interested in it. She wasn't going to humor it. She was gonna punch him in the face and put three blaster bolts in his face. That's all this was. Not a political debate, she left that up to the Senators.

 

[Silas Westgard]

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

"I am not heartless sith, Of course I'd be affected by my brothers dying around me" he grunted back as he continued to stand his ground against the puppet troops. Those who came close he'd quickly force push away safely, but there was only so long he could do that. The troopers that weren't affected were getting pinned down, Silas needed to make a quick decision before he made a mistake he'd live to regret.

Tilting his head slightly from her request to fight alone, Silas slowly shook his head from the presumptions of his fears "I'm afraid you're already too late, those fears have already passed" Silas grunted as he prepared for a sudden attack. Silas had already lost his family at a young age, death was the least of his worries at this point. However, when other people's lives were in his hands that was something different. He despised the fact she was using it to lure him out, it was vile and a cheap tactic of getting their way.

"How do I know you won't go back on your word? Not many Sith stick to it" Silas stated, the grip on his saber getting tighter as time went on. Some of the troops were beginning to get picked off now, it was now or never "Even with that in mind, I must do what is right..." Staring into the lifeless trooper's gaze, he couldn't help but feel shame from his loss. His injuries were fatal, yet he didn't deserve to go out in such an inhumane way. No matter what, his sacrifice would not be in vain.

"Fine, I will comply with your terms..." he said at first, a newfound fire glinting in his eyes when he looked back at the sith "Release those troops, now"
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[Naamino Zuukamano]

Outfit:
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link, Well Worn Boots,
Custom Rakghoul Flight-suit and Helmet
Weal & Woe

Western Flank of Eiattu 6
Defending Sith Order Blockade
Co-pilot: Micah tol Powl
Squad: Haro Aven Kyorra Pavanos
Opposition @ Same Objective: Ko Vuto 17-KR7 "Enigma"

Permission for Ship Linked Here

[VIBES]
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Boyish excitement bubbled up when the focused but still affable voice of Kyorra chimed in that they ought to consider squadron names. He was about to quip back when things really started to heat up. It took all his focus to track the action and frankly he was impressed with how seamless Kyorra's ACMs were despite never having flown together. In truth, despite his own skill at the yolk and his adaptability he'd barely scratched the surface of what his fancy little interceptor could do. Micah's support was invaluable at keeping him oriented in the karking furball of a scrap they'd found for themselves. It all served to amp him up; the teamwork, the excitement of combat which was tempered by the more insulated and impersonal nature of interstellar versus terrestrial combat.

Her radar flared again, signaling more enemy fighters closing in. She toggled her comms, her voice cutting through the chaos. "Naami, Haro we've got two more coming in from above. I'm on your six. Let's not make this easy for them."

Just as the Sith student was honing in on his next target, Haro pulled a ballsy stunt that placed him out front but also impeded Naami's line on anything other than friendlies. He snarled with frustration, suddenly enraged that not only did the other boy seem to be showboating but he'd completely taken the zabrak out of play for those few crucial moments. Moving with the sudden determination of a flight leader scorned, Naami barked a terse warning to the cathar that things were about to get bumpy.

"Druk! Couldn't get through their shields but pretty sure I crippled their major systems. Shouldn't be much of a threat now. Probably not worth our time."

"Yeah right-" he grumbled before punching the SLAM into a burst of dangerous speed.

He broke away from the pack, moving with such speed as to flank their enemy combatants. Naami knew that kind of acceleration would knock his canons offline during a cool down period, so he stuck with missiles. Toggling past discord and incendiary options, the teen settled on disruptor torpedoes in a split second of thought powered heavily by spite.

"You wanna blueline 'em huh, Haro?" Hissed over the comms.

It was the first time that day he'd addressed the boy properly but the invocation of his name was said with such venom so as to burn one's ears. Without pause he fired, raining just a small number into the enemy squadron. If even just one detonated near enough to some of those starfighters it could disable them entirely. To make his point though, Naami then switched back over to concussion to sew proper destruction.

"Like shooting bluefish in a barrel" he crowed excitedly as he danced his ship in harrying movements, continuing to fire with relative abandon.

 

[Vera Noble]

Eiattu

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Tag: Kahlil Noble Darth Malum of House Marr

Vera straightened at her father's words, the weight of his guidance grounding her amidst the chaos. His confidence in her abilities filled her with a steady determination, and she nodded, her fiery amber eyes locking onto his for a brief moment before turning back to the battlefield.

"Understood, Dad," she said, her voice carrying a calm certainty. "I'll make sure to hold my ground."

She reached out with the Force, letting it flow through her like a steady river. The purple runes she had been weaving earlier shimmered faintly around her father now, subtle in their presence but ready to spring to life when needed. These shield runes would act as a buffer, providing an extra layer of defense should Malum's attacks break through Kahlil's defenses.

Vera's focus shifted as her attention fell on the towering golems nearby. They were massive and intimidating, but they were also part of her father's carefully prepared battlefield. A plan began to form, and she reached out once more, the Force coiling and gathering around her.

Beneath two of the golems, purple runes flared to life, their glow casting an ethereal light onto the ground. In a sudden burst of energy, the runes propelled the massive constructs into the air with surprising agility. The golems' stone forms twisted midair, and as they descended, their enormous blades — augmented by the Force — came down in synchronized arcs toward Malum.

The air crackled with tension as Vera maintained her connection to the runes. Her heart raced, but her confidence held firm. She was contributing, working alongside her father in a way that made her feel like she belonged, like she had a purpose here.

She was a Noble.

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[Dreidi Xeraic]

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

The barrier to her attack was predictable, the Sith was demonstrating a well of power with the moves that she was doing. So, getting an attack to successfully right off the bat was something Dreidi was never assumed she could achieve. However, she was gaining information on her opponent. It was demonstrating what defences she had and the limitations that she might have. Dreidi was curious on trying something, it was a risk but with how the fight was going, this was a best chance in achieving a new result in terms of attacking.

Dreidi whistled and Grisial leaped away from her, heading to go another direction and flank the Sith Lord. She wouldn't let the Vulptex attack without her presence but Dreidi figured that the Sith Lord didn't know this and that she would have to do everything to protect herself. Dreidi smirked widely to the Sith, "ahhhh, see, they warn that playing with your food will give it a chance to bite back." Dreidi fired another arrow at the Sith Lord, knowing it would harmlessly hit the barrier that had been formed.

"But I figured your kind would be smarter than underestimating a witch of Dathomir." Dreidi called out as she felt the next attack from the Sith Lord brewing. The chanting was a tempting place to strike since it was clear the Sith Lord was entranced with the Sith magic that she was casting. Dreidi however knew to hold back and late a longer before she attempted her attack. There was going to be a better time in her mind.

Feeling the crumbling of the ground beneath her, it was tempting to teleport safely away but Dreidi held her gaze to Nyxira with a large smirk on her lips. She was waiting and she held a confident aura that was not afraid of what was to come. The lightning blast crackled in the air and Dreidi jumped backwards, letting her appearance disappear in the blinding light of the crimson lightning and debris. She winced as she felt some of the debris cut against her since it was a not a perfect dodge.

However, now was her chance. She fired another shot as the debris exploded everywhere and the lightning cracked in the sky. Plenty of distractions for her attack to rock towards the midriff of the Sith Lord. After she fired the shot, she teleported again and reaching with her Magick, she warped the structure that Nyxira was standing on to turn into quicksand and swallow the Sith into its darkness.

 

[Reicher Vax]

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

"We bleed for the Emprie!"​

Reicher moved with the precision of a seasoned soldier, his vibroblade clashing against the knuckle-mounted vibroblade Ashley raised to meet his charge. The metallic screech of the two weapons grinding against each other was swallowed by the chaos of the battlefield. Her kick connected with his side, the force rattling his ribs but failing to topple him as his armor absorbed most of the impact.

The CryoBan grenade detonated at his feet, releasing a burst of freezing vapor. Reicher leapt back instinctively, but frost began to creep up the edges of his armor, slowing his movements as he stepped free of the ice. The shots from her Heavy Particle Pistol followed—one narrowly missed, another struck his shoulder, and the third impacted the side of his chestplate, the impact forcing him to stagger briefly.

"Simple?" Reicher growled, his voice modulated but laced with cold disdain. "War is never simple, Alliance soldier. Heroes and villains are just stories we tell ourselves to sleep at night."

His commlink crackled in his ear, the voice of his command officer finally coming through amidst the static. <Lieutenant, armor support is still unavailable. Reinforcements tied up across multiple fronts. Hold position as best you can.>

Reicher's jaw clenched under his helmet. He couldn't hold this line forever without heavier support. The Old Guard were disciplined, but discipline alone wouldn't break through the Alliance's entrenched positions and overwhelming firepower. His frustration simmered beneath the surface, but he forced himself to focus on the immediate threat in front of him—Ashley Nevermore.

Pivoting, Reicher drove forward again, his vibroblade swinging in a tight arc meant to disarm her pistol. He planned to followed up with a feint to her right before redirecting his attack low, aiming to sweep her legs and put her off balance. "I've seen your 'good guys' burn villages and slaughter families," he said, his voice sharp as the edge of his blade. "Don't preach morality to me. You're just another cog in a machine that grinds up lives for profit."

He activated the energy cells in his armor, surging his movements with a burst of speed. As he pressed the attack, his voice shifted over his unit's comm channel. <All units, fallback protocol Theta-7. Tighten formation and prepare for a controlled retreat. We hold as long as we can, but we won't be crushed under Alliance walkers for the sake of pride.>

His focus snapped back to Ashley, their duel becoming a dance of precision and brutality amidst the chaos. "You want to play the hero? Then earn it, soldier. Let's see if your conviction holds against steel and fire."

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[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

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

From the sniper position, Peek spotted through her scope the flickering of a stealth system, the sniper instantly knew this was going to be someone causing a massive problem for Tarw and Gundar. Calling on the comms, Tarw heard the warning of the activated stealth system and knew to be on alert for any potential dangers that might arise in the immediate time.

Almost as soon as Tarw wondered what their plan would be next since the likelihood of the imperial soldier still being behind the cover was almost zero, he could sense the tingle in the back of his mind that he needed to dodge. His body leaped over the partial cover he was behind and ducked low as arcs of electricity crackled above his head. Luckily it did not strike him, but he could feel the force of the attack and knew that without the warning from the oversight position from Peek that there would have been a lot more trouble for himself and Gundar.

The other soldier chucked another ion grenade since it was clear that this imperial was technology heavy. Sniper fire also rained down upon Phaelissia from Peek. Tarw grunted and rose above the partial cover he was now on the other side of, he rested the rotary cannon on the cover and fired from the gun in a heavy, oppressive manner. Not aiming to be accurate or deadly with his shots but raining enough fire to ensure that the imperial could not simply pull another ploy like that without some serious repercussions.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Malum smirked beneath the mask, "Of course I know, I was there when it happened," He swayed in the air, the wind acting upon him in different directions to keep him in some semblance of level, even as if it acted as if he was on seasaw, "So noble you are, choosing to pick your battlefields so far from Alliance space, perhaps Yavin would have been spared had you simply chosen to fight within the borders that you sought to defend."

He narrowed his eyes as it seemed the Zambrano was more interested in lecturing his daughter, than pursue the fight before him, it mattered little and less, even as Malum could not help but quirk his ear in attention of what he was hearing... Zaiya... that was a name familiar to him, though, why exactly he could not be certain.

Perhaps what was more important was the promise which the Zambrano held to his daughter's abilities.

As it stood, it would take more testing to break through the barriers which he had thrown up in front of himself... while striking the golems could provide him the distraction to throw his opponents off position... a similar distraction could be raised if he forced the father to protect the daughter.

But first, he had to deal with a father that was very much still alive, the blaster shots broke his concentration, as he raised his blade to intercept, even as he felt there was something odd with the shots.

Such was confirmed easily enough, as the first impacted his blade, and as the ice began to spread along, the Sith Steel, his eyes widening ever slightly, as the wind pulsed about him, shooting him towards the ground at a lightning pace, with the second shot falling some distance behind him, and the third of a different colour, he did not even want to know what had been held in its currents.

As the ice began to spread along the steel, towards his fingers, halted near the tip only by the plasma that hissed at its unwelcome presence.

Only for the air to shift.

His vision flickered, as by pure instinct he landed upon the ground, only to leap backwards, the crashing gates of golemned hands making makeshift defence for the Noble and Zambrano, as their swords struck the earth, acting in the arc which would have crushed him underneath their blades.

This was promising to be far better than a two versus one, he idly noted, as he allowed himself a breath. Willing the Force to align with him, as from the depths of blackened boots, the darkness of quotidian night began to forment as if some black inky mist, waves after waves of gloom emerged out of him, in much the same regard that the Zambrano had once seen before, blanketting their battlefield in nought but black. He had sensed the kyber of the golems... crystals far bigger than what he had... enlightened, but still possible, through the emotions formented within a heart battered and broken.

As the murder of ravens circled far above, by the claws of their flapping wings, the mist raised ever higher, until forming between them, the Darkshears began to form. Smoke, smog, making shape, the tilted upon thier own axis, until the very shape of spears became visible.

And they began to rain down upon father and daughter alike.

Kahlil Noble Vera Noble

 

[Aris Noble]

"Chit."

Aris spoke blunt as he pushed himself to his feet from the wreckage. Barely, at that, before he saw the flash of red coming back down on him. He grimaced as he bright his arm up, catching the first blow on it. There was a blessing and a bane to Carnifex being aware of how uncuttable he was now. He could defend himself more properly, sure.

But that was still a loosing battle. His gambit hadn't worked. Another deep bruise, most likely, as he brought his sword around to try and batter the blade away. Continue to fight, to try and keep up with the strikes. But it wasn't just the sword that was a danger. Shards of metal came first, which Aris was able to mostly ignore. They shattered on him, breaking or melting on contact with his skin.

It wasn't all metal, though. He blinked at the first as he smelled it. Burnt flesh. A body had been thrown at him, from the side. From just where he hadn't fully been able to see it. It melted. Flesh, bone, all of it melted as the body passed over him. It was already dead, he knew that much. There was no heartbeat, no breathing. Just a pile of meat thrown at him.

A pile that had severed on contact with him.

He didn't even defend against the next strike from Carnifex. A strike that was sent over him as a gunshot fired in the distance. It sounded hollow in his ears. Jonyna was there then, landing in front of him as she cut through the remaining projectiles. The flesh.

"You focus on Domina. I'll deal with your grandfather. That's an order."

Aris didn't hesitate. If he did, if he took another moment to think on what had just happened, he'd loose his mind, he knew it. So he turned to the Alien. Domina. He took just a step, ignoring the body, as he let his sword shift and change back to the staff. Reach was going to be important. Focus on the fight. Focus on fighting. Focus on her, on defending, striking, winning, surviving.

He tightened his grip on the shaft before he leapt forward, right towards Domina. He had to fight.

Domina Prime | Jonyna Si | Darth Carnifex | Braze

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"A pity."

The voice rang hollow, inhuman. Darth Carnifex raised His blade to strike again.

DANGER!

A premonition!

He spun around, clawed gauntlet flexing as a burst of light blossomed between His fingers. Energy spun around His fingertips, the result of a massive explosion stopped dead in its tracks before it could reach its intended target. That energy was flowing into the Dark Lord's outstretched hand, bands of light pulsing up the Dark Lord's arm before fading into His chest. The Force screamed in agony in response, a keening wail that rolled out like waves against a crumbling shoreline.

"I see you've found it fit to set yourself in my path once more, Sentinel." The Dark Lord flexed the fingers of His hand, bolts of electricity sparking between each fingertip. He didn't turn to face her, He didn't need to. Though rendered blind and deaf from the helmet He wore, the Dark Side enabled to Him to stretch beyond His primitive awareness and achieve a consciousness greater than any of those around Him.

Rain pattered against the metal of His helmet, streaking down the sharp, angular cheeks before catching in the metallic groove of His skeleton grin. "I am surprise that your animal didn't follow you into battle again, perhaps you've learned from Echnos and kept it on a tighter leash. Jenn Kryze was it's name, yes?"

Without warning, and without waiting for an answer, the Dark Lord struck. He moved like a viper, slashing out with His crimson blade with terrible swiftness and precision. Though blind, He moved as though it were not the case, fighting with a mechanical viciousness that went beyond the abilities of any mortal man. He fully gave into the power of the Dark Side, using Himself as a conduit for the dark energy necessary to maintain His speed and ferocity; a quickly accelerating feedback loop, growing faster and faster with every given breath.

Jonyna Si | Domina Prime | Aris Noble
Braze ​

 

[Sazo Vass]

Tags: Kadann
Objective: Hold the Capital City
Equipment: Talionis | Jiub, The Akk Dog

Imperial Citadel, Capital City, Eiattu

"Well then, if you won't be staying for hospitality then you can stay for a lesson."

"I defer to you", Sazo said lightly, tightening her grip on Talionis as the man shifted into a more battle-ready stance. She retreated into her mind-scape to converse with Talion- ancestor spirit within the sword.

'What do you think of my options?'

'Your connection to the Force has undeniably strengthened. But against this foe, you'd likely be outmatched. Get him off balance.'

Sazo agreed, ceasing her mental caltrops and focusing on the opponent in front of her.

She took a deep breath.

"Well then, sir...let's get WILD!", Sazo roared, directing the Force Bellow in his direction.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Allies: Ashley Nevermore | Vera Noble
Enemies: Darth Malum of House Marr | Reicher Vax | Phaelissia

"Waves of Darkness."

"Spear of Midnight."

Kahlil called them out as he saw them. Sorcery was a rare ability for the Sith to have. One in a hundred, one in a thousand? Less? The rites and rituals needed, the blood cost, the emotional toll. Kahlil knew all of them, or at least what he could see right now. That was the tricky thing about Sorcery, no two spells were ever exactly alike. In this case, the waves seemed to be a distraction, a cover.

The flutter of wings, the parts of condensed darkness throughout. The Assassin Sorcerer, was it?

The aged man holstered his blaster as he took another step, forward this time. All across the ground runes flared. All the same kind, burning gold as he slowly lifted a hand. The golems he would let Vera handle, protect. She was their creator, ultimately. He may have made their bodies, but their hearts, that was hers to connect with. He unleashed a barrage of light. As a boy, there were two spells he favored most. One was Darkshear.

Spears of Light met the spears of dark, born from the runes as he raised both his hands up. A hand symbol, clear as day, and one Darth Malum was certainly going to recognize for a very different spell.

"Sutta Chwituskak."

It wasn't a sphere of black that formed. Flame itself coalesced before it shot up into the core of the black, shining near white in intensity. It erupted at the core. Expanded into a perfect sphere, consuming darkness, air, matter. Anything in it's radius consumed by the sheer heat. To a Sith, to a Sorcerer, it was pure heresy he knew. But Malum had shown his pride.

Time to wound it further. Every moment this battle lasted was another for reinforcements to arrive and hold off the Sith invasion.

"If you'd like we can compare spellbooks. I believe I still have mine, Lord Malum."

 

[Chasianna]

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

Chasianna moved as a phantom, dancing through the shadows with intimate ease as the bodyguard swung his lightsaber through the air in a desperate attempt to chance upon her. Of course, the acolyte was far from him by that point, a fact registered by the Ithorian ambassador in a moment of clarity before death.

"Roman…" Ambassador Tahn's weak voice called out from behind, pulling Roman's attention away from the swirling darkness. He whirled around, his heart sinking at the sight of Tahn's face. The Ambassador's gaze was fixed on the distance, as if he was looking through the trees, into the darkness, and not on Roman. Tahn's features were etched with a stark, chilling dread that mirrored the icy fear that had begun to creep into Roman's own heart.

At that exact moment, Chasianna struck. The acolyte slashed her vibroblade across the Ithorian’s throat with the ease of a shopper swiping a credit chit through a card reader—a swift, surgical slash that tore open her target’s carotid artery. In that, her blade came away drenched in rich crimson fluid, vitae spurting out in such copious amounts that it splattered over the acolyte’s invisible profile to compromise her invisibility as rain might betray the presence of a camouflaged animal.

Thus, seeing little point in maintaining it further, the acolyte dropped her Cloak, revealing pale, blood-splattered features lined with exhaustion as manifested by the rise and fall of her chest. And yet, a glowing radiance marked her visage at the same time, causing her cheeks to flush a rosy shade.

The glow of a predator well-fed.

Spoiler: Loadout

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

 

[Roman Vossari]

Tags: Chasianna

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Roman's heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the sudden silence that followed the guttural rasp of Ambassador Tahn's last breath. He spun back, his lightsaber following with a snap-hiss, the vibrant blue blade cutting a swathe through the humid air. But the scene that greeted him was not the shadowy figure he expected, but a gruesome display of violence.

Tahn lay slumped against the base of a thick, gnarled tree, his large, body already beginning to fall limp. A dark, glistening stain pulsed across his throat, a gruesome rent that seeped the life out of him, staining the damp earth beneath. The Ambassador's once-gentle eyes were wide and vacant, fixed on a point beyond the veil of trees, their light extinguished by a force as swift and brutal as it was merciless.

Then, the shadow shifted. The shimmering cloak of invisibility flickered and died, the assassin, pale as bone and splattered with the crimson remains of her handiwork. Her chest heaved, betraying the exertion of her brutal task, but a terrifying light burned in her eyes, a feral hunger that made his blood run cold. It was the look of a predator, satisfied, content. The look of something that enjoyed the taking of life.

A white-hot rage erupted within Roman, a volcanic surge that threatened to consume him. It wasn't a controlled anger, the Jedi emotion he was taught to channel with focus and discipline. This was something raw, something primal, a burning need to avenge the fallen, to make this…this monster pay. He barely registered the way his vision blurred around the edges, the way a low growl rumbled in his throat. He didn't think, didn't reason, his mind a single point focused on the acolyte, the creature that had extinguished a life and with it, the spark of goodness in this very moment in time.

With a feral roar of pure, untamed fury, Roman charged. The blue blade of his lightsaber, a symbol of peace, became in an instant an instrument of wrath. He moved with a desperate, reckless speed, his body propelled by a rage that overwhelmed everything he had ever learned, a Padawan now driven by the bloodlust of an avenging beast. He swung heavily down upon her, hoping she wouldn't have the time to move.

 

[Braze]

Darth Carnifex
Braze scrambled to his feet, quickly re-aiming his massive rifle. Carnifex had just eaten the shot like it was nothing. Damn.


"Alright, you like eating blaster bolts, huh?" Braze muttered aloud, spinning the revolving crystal chamber to engage the Entropite crystal. His lips curled into a sharp grin. "Time to take your nap, old man."

With that, Braze chirped a quick remark under his breath and took aim again. This time, he disengaged the amplification crystal, opting instead for a rapid-fire barrage of far less deadly bolts. The intent wasn't to kill but to slow the Sith down—or, if he was lucky, tranquilize him.

 

[Ashley Nevermore]

Tag: Reicher Vax​

Ashley watched with a trained eye as her cryoban grenade only frosted his legs, before he tanked three bolts with only a stagger for her trouble. His blade swung to disarm her, but she was quicker than that. Her integrated Particle Blaster, originally designed to take down Enclave Mandalorians, opened fire once more as she used her leg mounted microthrusters to retreat just far enough to keep a distance between her and him.

"I've seen your 'good guys' burn villages and slaughter families,"

"What the fuck are you on about?!"

She was really getting sick of this guy. Either he was brainwashed, stupid, or both, but she wasn't having it. As he went low, Ashley leapt up and went into a flying knee right to the man's chin, "I said Shut up, dude!"

She threw a knee so hard she intended to take his jaw off, if possible.

 

[Reicher Vax]

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

"We bleed for the Emprie!"​

Reicher barely had time to shift his weight as Ashley launched herself at him, her knee powered by sheer force and precision. Her speed and ferocity caught him off guard, and the impact slammed into his helmet with a resounding crack, snapping his head back and sending him stumbling. His chin guard absorbed the brunt of the blow, but the jarring force left his vision momentarily disoriented, static flickering across his HUD.

Reicher steadied himself, planting his feet firmly against the frost-coated ground as he growled low, the sound modulated through his damaged helmet. "You're persistent, I'll give you that."

He spun his vibroblade in a defensive arc, using its momentum to regain his footing as he closed the gap between them once more. His strikes came measured and relentless, a mix of precision and power aimed to force her onto the back foot. Between each swing, his crimson visor locked onto her, the glow punctuating his words.

"Call me brainwashed if it helps you sleep at night," he said coldly, his voice jagged through the disrupted modulation. "But I've seen what your Alliance leaves behind. I've buried the dead you won't even count."

<Command, this is Vax,> he snarled into his commlink, frustration mounting as he deflected another imaginary strike in his mind. <No armor support, no reinforcements, and we're holding by a thread. I need extraction protocol activated—mark my coordinates and get us out of here.>

His focus returned to Ashley, his movements relentless despite the crack spidering across his visor. "You think this is about me? About you? It's bigger than us, soldier. And one day, you'll choke on the ashes of your precious 'freedom.'"

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