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[Nameless Knight]

Nirvana

Knight looked at what was going across the screens when she raised an eyebrow. There were attacks on Deneba.... on Deneba... a world covered in desert with really one major space port and a population to low to really have in galactic records. It was strange to the woman while she tried to contemplate it and spoke. "Ah I got nothing but I supposer send a message to @Reshmer and the republic but really... this was kind of like saying you were going to start an invasion of the galaxy and the crown jewel of your plan was taking Tatooine. Sure it has value to the hutts and you can find smugglers or everyone there but for a world where its biggest notable contribution was the jedi once met on the planet. "Activate the shields and bring us around we can use the sun for cover while trying to figure out and monitoring the communications." She shrugged because... it was Deneba and desert and the 'city' as it were was small and barely more impressive then any other desert city... so why would people launch an attack on it... and when did it get a zoo that seems idiotic to put animals in the desert where water is scarce...Hell she was looking at information coming across the screen as she was sending what she could for other people and worlds. "Ah we'll sneak in the beautiful of a very fast stealth ship is bypass all the annoying things and we can check the enclave they were building up in the mountains I suppose."

 

[inactivechar01]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DfYLar2QGI​

Jedi Enclave, Deneba
8:53:48
[member="Dune Rhur"]; [member="Thema Csapla"]; [member="Cath Lorr"]

We're taking over this town.

The twelve 74-Z speeder bikes roared through the air as their pilots, all wearing black leather jackets with identical symbols sewn on their backs and duraplast chestplate underneath, cackled. Armed to the teeth, they had just laid chaos on every vehicle they could meet on their way to where these Jedi were possibly located.

Destruction was the way.

As the enclave drew nearer and at around 200 feet from the enclave itself, they all de-accelerated and flung their PLX-1 missile launchers from their back. Loading them in synchronization, the cowboys from hell took aim and fired. All their missiles aimed at the roof of the enclave.

Bury them deep, the apparition had said.

As the missiles would fly towards their intended target, the Cowboys would begin reloading for another salvo.

 

[Thema Csapla]

[member="The Harbinger"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Cath Lorr"]

The temple rattled, but was otherwise fine, in the ways of structural integrity. In front of the temple's entrance were four masked members of the Jedi Temple Guard, equipped with golden, doublebladed lightsabers, and traditional Jedi armour.

"Apprehend them if possible." Their more seasoned leader would say, voice distorted to unrecognizability. But even with the deep, still voice, it sounded like more of a suggestion than a command.

And so, the two furthest to the door swung their lightsabers out, launching them through the air in one fluid motion. The two identical lightsabers would each cut down two of the terrorists before returning to their respective Jedi. And so, their defense begun.

~-~-~

The blast shook Thema even after the initial explosion. "No..." She mumbled in disbelief, eyes watering with tears. To attack the planet was one thing. But now... They chose to attack her home. It'd taken her weeks to finally adapt to her new surroundings, and that frail peace was being actively contested. Master Rhur was right. They probably weren't powerful enough to fight a planet-wide war.

But they were certainly qualified to defend a building.

Blinking back the angry tears in her eyes, Thema unclipped the crossguarded lightsaber from her belt, igniting the green plasma with the press of a button. "I'll need help with the younglings!" She announced, giving the open invitation for assistance, before bolting into the common room they'd been held in. Surely, some would have fled. But... Where? Her mission now was to round them up, and take them somewhere more secure. As safe as the Jedi temple was, it's structural intergrity wasn't almighty.

 

[Placeholder 04]

Location: Meru Spaceport
Allies: [member="Vorian Adasca"], [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Thema Csapla"], [member="Cath Lorr"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Darth Carnifex"]


Heavy boots stomped along the durasteel floors and navigated the writhing mass of the dead and dying. Phrik-bound hands reached out to those who might be saved every few steps. Promises of medical assistance, and occasionally a subtle encouragement for the ruined cells in the victims' bodies to regenerate via ethereal means were given when possible.

Unfortunately the corpses far outweighed the living. Cyril's lips pressed into a thin line as he explored the ruined spaceport. He had absconded his brown robes for those of a scarlet shade, and bound the light cloth to his form beneath a phrik breastplate. His legs and arms were similarly ensconced. The shadow had dressed for war and instead found a massacre.

It was by mere chance that he happened to be in-system when these attacks came about. He'd been off checking on whatever living contacts of the order still remained when word of the strikes had come. At first he had written it off as something the local authorities should be able to handle -- the Republic had just established a system of order here, after all.

It had not truly drawn Cyril's attention until he saw the death toll. The call from the Jedi within the enclave had only given him greater cause see the tragedies for Deneba himself.

A quiet curse left his lips in a barely spoken whisper as he turned over one of the nearby bodies. She was young, beautiful; likely had a lovely future ahead of her. She was dead.

"This bears far too much of a resemblance to actions we undertook leading up to the Dark Lord's assassination," he sighed, blue eyes darting out from the rim of his cowl to the security center ahead. "We'll need to find the heart of this cancer Vorian, and we need to tear it out before it spreads any further."

He cast his friend a worried look and strode toward the security center with purpose. No one knew who had conducted this attack or why. The bodies were unidentifiable by local authorities, though they had clearly had a military bearing. More importantly, they had stood and died rather than attempted an escape.

They were radicals driven by some form of belief or another. Cyril could not recall any standing religions on Denaba. That left only a handful of culprits -- at first he had considered the Mandalorians, but they were far too honorable to open fire on innocents. The Primeval were a possibility, though they were a flagging force and would likely not waste so many men on an ultimately fruitless endeavor.

The list narrowed further.

"We either have a religious leader or a Sith Lord on our hands Adasca," he gestured toward the bodies, "Anarchists don't normally stay to die. Not this many. The Mandalorians wouldn't expend these kinds of resources to kill an enemy that could not fight back. There are no powerful political forces left on Deneba, nor are there any particularly influential religions that would call for this slaughter. These could be patriots for independence, though I highly doubt it, or the more likely choice: the Sith are using our own tactics against us in a far more grisly and needlessly brutal fashion."

He shook his head as he booted up the security terminal. The data within should tell them who the culprits were with absolute certainty, or they would have, had the databanks not been completely scrubbed of anything remotely useful. Cyril spat a curse and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose, turning his attentions to his Arkanian associate.

"It's scrubbed. All of it. We need to get in contact with the other Jedi on Deneba." He thumbed the comm sewn into his collar and adjusted the setting toward the enclave's frequency. It might reach [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Thema Csapla"], [member="Cath Lorr"], or anyone else within the enclave. Cyril wasn't feeling choosy.

"This is Grayson. Someone's attacked the spaceport and they died trying to hold it. Not much strategic value in suicide -- some sort of religious movement, maybe. What's the enclave's status?"

 

[Gray Raxis]

Denaba City
Allies: People not shooting at me, maybe [member="Harley"]
Enemies: People shooting at me, maybe [member="Harley"]
Equipment: Reclaimer Armor, Calm, Revolver, Bryar pistol, lightsaber Whisper

Denaba, the desert planet, hardly had a city on it. It was being built from the ground and nothing here was old. Which made it a great place to get a new facility of some kind started. The problem was that the ones building new property here were merchants that were just a little.....different. So when Gray had inquired about possible expansion to the city he had been asked to show up with much enthusiasm.....if he came in his armor with his weapons on him. He wasn't sure why they wanted him to show up like that, but he didn't really argue. He showed up, spoke with them, and then decided against the expansion to the planet for now. It was just too weird of an encounter and he didn't even want to think on the details.

So Gray was thinking of heading to the zoo to look at the animals before he left. He wanted to get a feel for the city for later when he did expand. But that was when things went south. There was a sudden explosion of activity within the city. It seems terrorist attacks were underway and the people were starting to get in a panic. The law enforces were busy though dealing with the situation, so there was no one to help the people currently. To make matters worse, some sounds erupted from the zoo and he heard the sound of....rancors? Perfect, seemed it was time to move into evacuation mode himself.

Gray looked around and noticed he was east of the space port, and that was where all of the terrorist actions were taking place. He yelled out as he send soothing waves out from himself into the crowd, " Everyone! Start heading east into the desert. The further you get from the space port the safer you will be. Hurry up and go!" Everyone just looked at him as if he was crazy. They weren't as paniced, but they didn't have a reason to believe him. Then one of the rancor came lumbering out of the zoo. It saw a young child and began to head after them. Gray pulled out his lightsaber and quickly advanced on the beast. He activated the dark blue blade of it and threw it high enough it wouldn't hit any people. As the beast reached out to grab the child, its arm was severed. He repeated himself as he caught his saber, " Eastern desert. Now!" No one questioned him again and began rushing out to the eastern desert away from the space port.

Gray watched the rancor flee back into the safety of the zoo as he got close to it. Good, it was scared of him and he didn't need to kill it. Then he noticed a woman with blonde pigtails in the zoo. He called out to her, " What are you doing?! Get out of there now and evac!" He watched the other rancor with both of its arms heading towards her, so he attempted to use the force to pull her to him and into his arms. Why was anyone attacking the only 'ctiy' on Denaba anyways? It felt like a terrible target, but he was dealing with it.

 

[Dune Rhur]

The Jedi Enclave of Deneba
Allies: [member="Cath Lorr"] [member="Thema Csapla"] [member="Darth Mephirium"] etc.
Enemies: [member="The Harbinger"] etc.

"Thema!," Dune shouted after his apprentice as she bolted.

It was too late and she was out the door and down the hall now. He dashed over to the comm unit in the Council Chamber and spoke through the general comm frequency. "Thema, get them into the sub-levels. Once you have, meet us in the entrance hall."

It was possible their attackers might be listening to that unsecured channel. He didn't have time to bring up a secured channel so he'd run the risk. If they failed to drive off their attackers it wouldn't matter anyway. He turned to the elderly Bimm Lore-keeper and she nodded in understanding.

She already knew what needed to be done. They'd help round up any children that may have panicked and ran. They'd join the two Knights guarding them and, if necessary, buy the young ones time to flee. They radiated grim determination beneath a tranquil mask as the Lore-keeper and her assistants filed out.

It was just himself and the Padawan Cath Lorr in the Council Chambers now. He regarded her with a calm the belied the chaotic situation.
"There is no emotion, there is Peace," he recited to her from the Code. "Come, let's join the others."

Before he turned to go, the comm crackled to life. He frowned as he went back to respond. Grayson. Cyril Crayson?

"This is Jedi Master Dune Rhur, the Enclave in under attack. We are securing our younglings and organizing a response. Any assistance you can render is of greatest help."

He left it at that. Now was not the time to ask questions. If Cyril Grayson was alive, their attackers were in for a rude surprise. Even the former Dark Lord of the Sith had known that name.

Dune then headed back out the door with Cath in tow. They headed towards the entrance hall at as near a run as the quaking floor allowed....

 

[Xenro]

Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] , [member="Darth Prazutis"] , [member="The Harbinger"]
Enemies: The Galactic Republic, [member="Gray Raxis"]
Objective: Where are you going? The fun is just getting started.

Coroporal Kenney was not thrilled with what the Dark Lord had envisioned, but he hardly deemed it worth abandoning his post or refusing orders. It was neither his men nor his own actions that caused the actual atrocity, though his inaction may have allowed it. Still, such moral lapses were a part of war, and their objective was terror on a wide scale.

This was a small world, and large amounts of death affected a great deal. Already his battlegroup had coordinated their onslaught, and they formed a perimeter around the outskirts of the city. All attempts to flee would require a skirmish at the least, since the military grade rifles that trained on the advancing civilians were merciless in their fire. It was sudden and it was vicious, but it was effective.

"Has Lord Xenro vacated the area?" Kenney asked cooly, his hardened gaze trained on a rancor that exploded out of the zoo and added to the mass hysteria that poisoned the populace. He knew one shot would not take the beast down, but they had plenty of time and ample firepower to get the job done. For now at least, it might serve to incite more chaos.

"Affirmative, Corporal," another voice responded. "He left with the extraction crew to move to choke point Bravo."

"Already?" the Commando asked in disbelief. "Aren't they moving a bit too quickly?"

"He mentioned the Jedi and the Republic forces were already mobilizing. It's important that all of the stage is set before they interrupt the performance. At least, that's how he put it."

Of course he did.

Deneba, approaching Mount Meru.

As the marauders circled the Jedi Temple high above, ghoulish eyes set on the riders contemplatively. Explosions rocked the foundations and the mountain face itself shook. Rocks released by monumental pressure rained down and pelted the desert below ominously. Xenro glanced idly down to his datapad and mulled over some of the biorhythms that dotted the screen.

"Their vitals seem to be maintaining well in spite of the infection," he muttered. "A few of them might develop sufficient immunity to persist as carriers. Fascinating."

The screen flickered orange for a moment as two of the riders displayed symptoms and his tools recognized them. "Ah," he mused. "It appears that Riders C and F aren't quite so lucky, this time. It doesn't take long for most people to succumb, though."

"Um, my Lord?" a timid voice squeaked behind him, and the Sith glanced sidelong at the young operative who managed to put on a half smile. "I just wanted to be sure... those men volunteered to be specimen, right? You're not just going to... errr... infect people at random, are you?"

His black lips cocked upward in a smirk. "Don't bother with details," he told her. "They're simply doing their duty."

"That... does not inspire a great deal of comfort," she muttered.

His gaze returned to the Jedi Enclave above, and to the melee that broke out around it. "Rest assured, fealty is rewarded, and treachery repaid in kind." The Republic had always stood for the abstract notion of Order, and of Peace in a Galaxy bereft of those things. The very notion that they be allowed to exist was laughable.

Any amount of war and chaos that proved their way of life intolerable was well worth the effort. "Those two should be losing motor function in several seconds time."

"Motor function?" her head twisted around to regard the strange man with a look of confusion. "But that would-"

"Cause them to lose control of their vehicles and crash lethally into the Jedi ranks?" he asked rhetorically. "Quite. We need them on the inside, and I doubt the Jedi will pass on an opportunity to interrogate them."

"This is a war zone," she countered. "Do you think that they won't execute enemy soldiers on the spot?"

"They are Jedi," he answered. "Pragmatism is not their way."

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Deneba, Commerce Office building
Allies: Unknown / [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: Unknown

She felt almost the need to run the echoes of war were growing louder they were really close to the spaceport. She looked at Draco who was moving her along quickly, she knew he would see her as a priority.

Ana behind them, Faith reached back to grab her long time Aide's hand even though she knew Draco wouldn't leave her especially after what happen with Rebekah. Faith still hadn't gotten the girl's death off her mind it lingered a sore spot she couldn't have healed.

"Can Captain Lindsey bring the ship in closer, maybe the rooftop?"

Ana shook her head, "No, it would handle the weight another reason we had to stay outside of the city"

Faith nodded ok but in she felt that bit of panic rising up inside her.

"Is it the citizens of Deneba or someone else, can you find out?" She looked at Ana who looked at her, Faith then looked at Draco, "You getting information?" She felt blind suddenly she had to know what they were going into.

"Ana send a message to SC [member="Willam Forlon"] that we are under an attack, contact the SC [member="Jack Sparrow"] and send a dispatch to the Senate let them know what we know, and do it now. Draco we need to stand still to get this done." Faith slowed to give Ana time.

Ana worked hard at getting the comm open to type a message and send it to the Senate.

Encrypted message, Senate frequency
This is Faith Organa, Deneba is under Rebellion, send assistance
Message ended

Once the message was off Faith was ready to keep moving.

Spoiler

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[Armand Temi]

Location: Jedi Enclave
Allies: [member="Vorian Adasca"] [member="Dune Rhur"], [member="Thema Csapla"] [member="Darth Mephirium"]
Enemies: Sith, Criminals, Terrorists, Men who wear fedoras in a non-ironic way

Padawan Csapla was agitated and with good reason. The situation that was unfolding was horrific, and as each minute ticked by, appeared more coordinated and calculated by a more armed and funded group than just rebels or anarchists.

“Master Rhur, let me talk to Thema,” she said softly, trying to stay calm for the sake of the Bith. “I’m a padawan too and have also had my life threatened on more than a few occasions. Perhaps I can help her see the value in having a clear head during this trying business.”

Especially for the sake of the children who did not need to panic or suffer more than they already would just being traumatized by random acts of terror across Deneba.

She listened to the Bith discuss their position with one Cyril Grayson, whose name was unfamiliar to the young Eldorai. Her hand went instinctively to her utility belt to make sure her saber was there. As she jogged besides Master Rhur, Cath said with a breathless voice from all of the rushing around, “Does the enclave have shield defenses? And is there anything we can arm ourselves with? Munitions? Armor?”

Almost positive the answer was no, she knew that the Republic had been quite militarized for years, even in Jedi structures. It was worth a shot to see just how quickly they could build up their defenses this day. If the Jedi Enclave on Deneba lost even one child today, Cath would not be able to forgive herself. These children were the literal future of peace in the galaxy, but the symbolism could not be ignored. If the monsters who were causing such death and destruction blatantly ignored the rules of engagement, they would likely be dealing with Sith who would demolish, enslave and torture man, women, children, animals in order to see that their subjugation was established.

 

[Keira Priest]

Music
Gear in signature.
Location: City of Meru, Deneba
Allies: N/A
Enemies: Probably everyone, specifically [member="Darth Carnifex"] and also [member="Darth Prazutis"] Family reunion?

The reports across the HoloNet had been more than telling. In almost no time at all the Republic had been struck with all manner of terrorist attacks across the world of Deneba. There were no known perpetrators, and the investigation was still ongoing, but everyone had their suspicions. A few fingers pointed at the Black Tie Syndicate after all that had transpired recently, but more hushed whisperings alluded to a different threat. It wasn't one anyone wanted to quite utter aloud, in fear of it manifesting to reality, and after what had been suffered in the past she couldn't really blame them. Just as the citizens of the Republic, she had her suspicions.

Sith. They were an enemy that had been oddly quiet lately. Where normally clashes with them made up a vast majority of her time spent on the battlefield, that had dwindled almost to nothing. Keira had returned to fighting Jedi and similar ilk, nearly altogether forgetting that equal and opposite antagonist. It was as if they had dropped off the face of the galaxy, not that she would have complained in the least if that had been the case. But then there was this. A seemingly unprovoked string of attacks by an unknown enemy that perhaps wasn't quite so unfamiliar. She didn't want it to be true, but at least it would have lent some amount of simple knowing to the current state of events. The Sith were an enemy she could handle.

Without bothering with so much as an explanation as to her destination she had departed for Republic space, fully armored and armed. It was almost like old times, except that particular galactic power was just as likely an enemy as they were a friend, and she didn't have the clone army at her back as had been typical in the past. This time she was alone with nothing but herself as any kind of backup, and she was okay with that. It meant less adhering to what was expected of her and more accomplishing what needed to be done. Because she knew the Jedi would be far from the sort to instigate any conflict with the aggressors, even if they had just killed scores of civilians. That simply wasn't their way.

Just as soon as she set foot on the planet that rampant death and destruction hit her like a metaphorical brick wall, momentarily driving the breath from her lungs. Something else simmered beneath the surface, a taint that was unmistakable. "Breathe. Relax. Focus on the here and now, where you are and what you feel." Easier said than done, but she bled the tension away, focusing instead on her surroundings and any immediate targets. "Thalia, keep an eye out for any anomalies and let me know if anyone figures out who's behind this." "I thought you already had that determined. I know you felt it." Silence was her only response. It was time for the fight to begin.

 

[Thema Csapla]

[member="Dune Rhur"]

She knew it'd been a good day to ditch the Jedi robes. They greatly restricted her movement, at the cost of grace, and elegance. More experienced Jedi were unhindered by the piece of clothing, but Thema viewed it as nothing more than a bother. Thankfully, she still kept some of the Jedi equipment. That meant her lightsaber, belt, boots, and wrist link. As she dashed through the crumbling temple, shoving past Jedi and droids alike, she could feel the gauntlet dully beep, and stream out her Master's strained, but collected voice. "I'll try to get to the entrance hall." She spoke, lifting her wrist to her lips. "Notify me if I should expect any resistance." With another beep, she cut off the translation, and lowered her wrist.

Alright, the younglings. She'd been sprinting for nearly a minute now, and she only just made it through the doorway to the common hall. Just as she'd expected- Some of the younglings had scattered. Only a few screaming and cowering children remained, huddled in small packs around the corners. Sighing in relief, she did a head count as she approached the group, crouching down as soon as she was in range. "Younglings." She spoke in a clear tone of voice, trying to get their attention. A few anxious, fearful eyes looked up at her, but most hadn't even listened. "Children!" She spoke in a more stern, natural voice, managing to get their attention quickly. "I need to know where the rest of you are." She said to no one in particular, not expecting much of an answer from the terrified Jedi-to-be.

A shaky, but determined voice answered her command. A Rodian, emerald skinned and blue-eyed, peered up at her. Unfortunately, the boy spoke in Rodese. Most of it passed over Thema's head, but she understood a few key words. "<They ran.>" Alright... That was obvious. The boy spoke more, but it quickly came to him that she couldn't understand him. Grumbling, he pointed down a passageway, leading out towards...

The gardens. That was bad. She spared a pat on the Rodian's head before rising up, and addressing them as a unit again. "Stay here." She ordered, before heading in the direction of the meditation garden.

Once an oasis of peace and nature, the place was now... Well, a disaster. Even with the Temple Guard stopping the terrorists from further bombardment, rubble and debris was evenly scattered throughout the once-green park. Some trees were torn in two by the weight of the rubble. Others were burning, the fire spreading quickly towards the nearby foliage. If they were hidden throughout the brambles, their lives were in peril. Shutting down her lightsaber and clipping it back onto her belt, she headed into the artificial forest, attempting to feel their presence in the Force.

Her efforts were in vain. It was as if her Force abilities were in turmoil, unable to process simpler, more passive commands. She felt oddly like a fish swimming against the current- But she had no time to meditate upon that peculiarity now. All she could do was make up for her disadvantage. Lowering her head to avoid the burning smoke in her eyes, she started walking in the direction opposite to the fire. Surely, they'd be hidden there, wouldn't they?

A few seconds of walking, and she reached the end of the forest. It wasn't meant to be very big. Still... No sign of them. Considering the worst, she started heading towards the fire, when she was interrupted by a young, high-pitched voice, speaking basic.

"Jedi?" She recognized the familiar tone rather quickly. She wasn't too surprised to turn her head upwards, and notice a pink twi'lek girl, peering down at her from amongst the branches of the short, bushy trees. There were several others taking her example, looking down at her with a mixture of hope, and fear.

"Yes, Jedi." She spoke, holding her hands up slightly. "The temple, as you know, is falling. We need to evacuate you as soon as we can."

A moment of hesitation. The twi'lek looked down at her, judgement torn between disbelief, and shock. Thankfully, she hopped down without much delay. Several others followed her example, until there were nearly five younglings standing in front of her.

"Alright. Watch your head for debris, and please, make sure to notify me if you feel anything in the Force." She was too proud to admit her own abilities had been handicapped. Thankfully, they didn't make much of the request. Walking back towards the temple, the younglings followed her, like a trail of Force-sensitive ducklings. In a few minutes, the other group of children joined her. Finally, she headed into the bowels of the temple, only stopping for a head count once they were safely downstairs.

Taking a moment's respite, she lifted her communicator to her lips, speaking freely. "The younglings are secure, Master." She reported on their previously used channel.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

East Desert
Allies: ?
Enemies: ?

The reports that attacks on the planet were.. strange... but interesting enough that the massive zeltron moved with a ship touching down in the desert. On a world that was desert with a space port and town around it... well there wasn't a lot of population that was big enough to observe her coming in and besides given how many explosions and attacks went... likely most of them were dead. Deneba really was one of the worst places to go and stake a claim or make a statement in her mind. It was kind of like claiming the refresher is a sovereign nation on a planet that was united. The ones who would care and make a deal of it needed to drop their intelligence several notches to go along with it while she was walking and saw people running through the desert from the town. The small buildings were there when she was able to see them with the cybernetic eyes. THe massive mane of her hair there while she was moving and was close enough to the space port and town stopping in the desert to kneel down with a small cover as the pink skinned woman was listening to everything around the planet with the force and her empathy was stretching outwards. Allowing what she wanted to do to reach outwards while the saber was resting in her lap and she started meditating.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Objective: Cause Mayhem
Allies: The Black Empire [member="Jansal Corego"] [member="Ashmedai"] [member="The Harbinger"] @Xenro@Darth Carnifex [member="Ameli Trahir"] [member="Balaya Praelior"]
Enemy: The Republic and there cruel ways and [member="Lisette Kuhn"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Thema Csapla"] [member="Cath Lorr"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Gray Raxis"]
Equipment: Hide Armour, two red lightsabers, two woe bringers and a speeder bike
Note: I am now a Knight, new tags incoming. [member="Gray Raxis"]

Harley saw the rancor coming towards her, and smiled as she started to run. Then she saw a man dressed in shiny armour, possibly a mandalorian, was he friend or foe. She could not work out which, but she had job to do, next was the prison break. She felt him try and force pull her, she did fly a little bit forward, but her armour resisted the force pull. The game was up for her, he know she was force user at this point. As she ran towards him, she pulled out her guns and shouted WHO SIDE ARE YOU ON? If he said republic, she was going shoot him at him and carry on running to her speeder bike. As she had an arm shipment to to take down, then ram the truck into prison, and then free the pirates that where caught during campaign for the republic to get a presence in this sector. So fighting this mandalorian her and now was the last thing she need to do, as it bog her down and that meant chaos would not reign as much as she wanted. She was running a full pelt now, and soon she be in firing range, she had to know his answer. Though if he looked like he pull out any weapon, she would just go ahead and shoot him.

 

[Tyberius Fel]

Location: Meru Spaceport
Allies: Republic and Co.
Enemies: Terrorists


A tall, slender figure knelt low to the ground, clad in a splendid set of Protector-Class Jedi Lord armor, loaned to him at the kindness of Darth Mephir-... no, Cyril. Cyril was his name now. Darth Mephirium was the phantom of a shadow that sold the pitiful group of penal soldiers called the Sith before placing a dagger through the ribs of the madman that was their Dark Lord. Indeed, Mephirium had cleaved the head from the metaphorical shoulders of the One Sith.. but how effective would that be? Was the One Sith a snake? A creature that would shrivel up and waste away into obscurity after decapitation.

Perhaps it was a hydra? Growing two heads, stronger and more ruthless than ever, in the place of the one that was lost? Debates were waged endlessly within some circles of the Jedi. Would someone more competent simply rise up to replace the Dark Lord that was slain?

Apparently it was the former, for -- if the speculation coming from the buzz of the comm channels and from Cyril's own mouth was true, then it was the Sith that were behind this cowardice. Vorian stood up from the body of a young woman, pale and cold from blood loss. Her crimson ichor stained his hands after desperately attempting to heal her of her wounds. It was of no use though, blaster bolts had liquidized her innards into a hot goop. The Jedi Knight was helpless to watch as the woman drowned in her own bodily pollutants, while he attempted to dispense what meager comfort he could.

It was never enough though.

Sweat beaded the pale forehead of the Arkanian and a few splotches of red stained his silvery hair that was tied behind his head in a Ronin style. He quietly approached Mep-.. no, Cyril damnit --.. from the side as he requested a status update on the Enclave.

"This is a mummer's farce, Cyril." Laced with sorrow and anger in equal measure, the voice escaped his lips like a sigh.

"A bloody farce of a war, where orphanages, hospitals and schools are considered military targets. Y-.. You've seen the children, haven't you? Butchered like cattle. We have to stop them." His voice trembled. Vorian considered himself a pacifist, he nearly wept when he accidentally killed a ferocious predator -- an animal -- while searching for his lightsaber crystal on Ilum. But they weren't animals. They were below animals. They were a mindless collective forever profilterating death and destruction, viruses shaped in the forms of men. With a flick of his wrist, he dropped his hilt into his pallid palm from the confines of his sleeve. A smoldering determination burned in his eyes as they fell upon a tiny bodybag.

"Coffins should never be so small.."

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: Denaba city
Objective: Help the people out
Allies: Who ever didn't shoot at him
Enemies: Who ever did shoot at him, [member="Xenro"] , maybe [member="Harley"]

Gray felt the minor resistance from the person, which meant possible force user or just meant they had something on that could resist it. When the woman pulled out her guns though and yelled at him, he sighed a bit. Was this one of the trouble makers? He hoped not, but he didn't have time to deal with them. He needed to evac the few people in the city out of it right now. He yelled out to her, " The innocent people's side. If you aren't looking to be evacuated then head west. If you are looking for a fight, I wouldn't recommend it. Your shots will just deflect back right at you. Also the rancor is right behind you." He wasn't joking about that. The second rancor was on its way to grab her and while the big beasts lumbered around, they were faster than they looked.

Rancor grabbing people? That gave him an idea. He began rushing towards her and said, " I'll get to rancor, you just do whatever it is you are going to do. Maybe help get those scared dogs heading to evac with the people or just run around shooting your gun in the air. I don't care, just don't kill civilians." He went to pass right by her on his way to the rancor, and as he did he would attempt to swat her butt as he passed by. He kept going on no matter the results to the rancor. Seemed this might be a blessing in disguise for him. He just hoped his plan would work out so he could try to help these innocent people out.

Gray got close to the rancor and right as it went to grab him, he leapt high into the sky using the force. He spun around and landed on top of the rancor. As he got there, he closed his eyes and focused on keeping his balance and channeling soothing energy into the beast. It struggled against him and attempted to grab him off the top of it. He allowed the force to guide him to move to dodge the swipes as he continued his work on sending more and more energy into the beast. He as barely keeping from it's grasp each time, and his efforts were feeling in vein. The beast wanted to rampage, it wanted to feed. It did not want to listen to Gray at all and calm itself down.....but after a bit it finally began to work. The beast began to struggle against him less and less until it finally was at peace with Gray.

Gray opened up his eyes and smiled. His plan was working so far, so now to move into phase 2. He began channeling energy into his sword Calm and expanded out its aura to cover the large beast. He wanted to protect it from blaster fire and keep it calm enough to follow orders. Gray got sat down in a stable spot cross legged and began to feed orders into the rancor to head east towards what appeared to be people trying to corral people to the dockyard. The big beast began to head that way, and its mate seemed to decide to follow along as well. Gray sent waves of calming energy to it as well as the impulse not to feed on the civilians as they left.

Gray yelled out as the rancors got out of the zoo, " Clear a path for the rancor! Keep a distance but follow them! We will be getting you out of here!" He could feel the tension in the crowd and would normally try to calm them, but he had to focus on the two rancors and his sword right now. They lumbered on their way east towards the perimeter guards like two giant tanks. Any blaster fired upon them would be met with deflecting right back at the attackers. Hopefully this plan would work and give these people an out.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Deneba, Commerce Office
Allies: Unknown / [member="Faith Organa"]
Enemies: Unknown
Gear:

• Side Arm, Individual Field Disruptor

"If we have to I can carry the both of you rooftop to rooftop, but not for long." Draco said, keeping his voice and his mood calm and collected. He was worried about the conflict erupting around the spaceport, but not so much that he felt the need to flee as fast as they could. For the moment, safe, quick, calm evacuation was on his mind. If that didn't work, he would find a place to go to ground where the three of them could hold up, likely he would call for support if that route was taken, getting his wookiee ally to join them.

"I'm getting some information. I can feel the presence of Darksiders on the planet. Not sure who or where, but I feel them." He said, checking his helmet. "There has been an issue at the zoo. Dangerous animals loose." That, was surprising. Not a terrible thing as Draco was one of few professional monster hunters, he just didn't have his orar'sacarhr on him this moment. It was however in a case on the ship, along with his orar'ragr and Keldabe Cannon. With any of those three weapons he could take down a rancor, but not if his top priority was protecting Faith and Ana.

"Surprisingly enough, there are dangerous animals on the loose, and I have the Huntmaster on the planet." A few blinks on his HUD and the sensor and scanner images, along with data feeds from the local authorities transmitted to the wookiee on the ship, his altered t-visor helmet showing the scans. It was a simple meaning, nothing terribly important to the wookiee. For now he was still waiting on the ship, but it would make things interesting if he was allowed to go hunting, spear and crossbow against rancors and nexu. Power Hammer against Sith, from Goran.

Draco's on weapons weren't exactly nothing, just for now he kept them sheathed. Until an enemy approached them, he had no reason to have them in his hands, and the blasters on his wrists along with the Light Shields were better for the long term anyway. Draco, sometimes referred to as the Dragon of Mandalore, wasn't supposed to be on the planet, but he was properly ready for a fight if need be, but he didn't even know who was fighting them yet, or why.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: City of Meru
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Slade Zambrano"]?

The other son of Kaine followed just behind his father and uncle. He lowered a black cowl to reveal features hidden by a mask of bone that ended on the upper lip, leaving lower jaw exposed. The muscles writhed in that jaw, twisting and churning as he clenched his teeth.

Arkaitz Zambrano, the forgotten bastard, stared up at his elders where they stalked like giants upon the wall. Taller than him, stronger than him. More powerful than he in every sense of the word. Where they had the benefits of their respective species, his own genetics were warped, making him prone to disease. Where their features were proud and strong, his were melted into a scarred mess behind the mask. Cursed at birth, some might say.

A terrible day, that, when he had first received life only to realize it was not but suffering. Better to have never been born.

Gathering the Force, Arkaitz leapt up, managing to nimbly mount the wall. Some feats were still within his grasp. Shedding the rough spun burlap, Zambrano collected his own personal affects from within the stash. A uniform of red, with accompanying cape, and a the curved hilt of a lightsaber.

Wordlessly, he followed his father back off the wall and down an alleyway.

The galaxy rightly feared the name Zambrano, for wherever they went they left destruction in their wake. The citizens of Deneba should flee, lest they be caught up in the flames of the Black Empire. Arkaitz could do nothing for them, even if he wished otherwise. He was just as much a monster as the rest of them.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Objective: Cause Mayhem
Allies: The Black Empire [member="Jansal Corego"] [member="Ashmedai"] [member="The Harbinger"] @Xenro@Darth Carnifex [member="Ameli Trahir"] [member="Balaya Praelior"]
Enemy: The Republic and there cruel ways and [member="Lisette Kuhn"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Thema Csapla"] [member="Cath Lorr"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Gray Raxis"]
Equipment: Hide Armour, two red lightsabers, two woe bringers and a speeder bike
Note: I am now a Knight, new tags incoming. [member="Gray Raxis"]

He warned her that shooting at him would be no use, did she listen, did she hell. She fired at him, and the blaster bolts did bounce of him, like he said it would. She had to duck past her own blaster shots, and she went into a forward roll. She was on time clock, he would have to fight him another time. She then used the force to run past him, as she did she felt something slap her in the rump. She did not turn to check what it was, after all a rancor was following her. She was heading to her speeder bike, and now she was out running the rancor. She had to disobey one of her orders, but she doubted it mattered now. So she used the force, and ran for it.........

 

[Mór-rioghain]

Location;City of Meru.
Allies;??
Enemies;??


When one had visions of blood and death constantly playing through their mind on a daily occurrence they tended to become morbidly curious to the cause and effect of said visions..

It was this same morbid curiosity that found Mór-ríoghain within the City of Meru. Movements slow and purposeful, the young female would glance about the choas in a puzzled yet obviously detached manner. It was when a body landed at her feet that her movements stopped. Head tilting to the side, brilliant red locks fanned out over delicate features as the woman would squat down and poke at the various spots of blood pouring from the body, bright hazel hues curious. Soon her Nose would wrinkle in disdain at the obvious weakness before her. "A shame~"The female would murmur before rising only to send the body flying in the opposite direction with a well placed kicked.


Moving forward, the girl would pull the hood she wore atop her head around her form tighter, her movements picking up speed as she sought out the familiar figure that often appeared in her visions that centered around massive amounts of death and destruction.
She wouldn't admit to her mother, but she knew the ominous figure, he was often a key player in her visions and the way her mother acted , Mór-ríoghain knew there was more to this particular male than she was informed. It was that taking charge that found the young female searching him out. The best way to find him?Where the violence picked up, if anything she knew he would be at the center; feeding off the destruction and chaos.


[member="Darth Carnifex"]