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[Setzi Lunelle]

Location: Spaceport, Meru City
Objective: Stay in spaceport, go to city or hospital (so many possibilities!)
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]

“I agree, but don’t worry about me catching the Darkside Flu,” she said, trying to find the humor in a worsening situation. “I am so much stronger now.”

The only thing that would throw Setzi off was if - against all odds - they were to run into one of her twin daughters only to have the girl be a full-on Sith. The Padawan knew she would struggle if that were case, though she didn’t know exactly what her reaction would be. She just felt quite certain the maternal instinct that had been buried dormant for so long would likely take over.

“And thank you,” she said, giving Connor a nod. “As my Master, I will still follow your lead. I know I can be stubborn."

As he zipped her all the way up and gave her a playful pat, she turned her head back with a mischievous glint in her eyes, a hint of darkside residue in there making her irises turn into a golden tapestry for a moment, and then suddenly back to green. It seemed wrong to flirt and canoodle, but dammit it felt good to enjoy these fleeting occasions when they could.

Again, Setzi there’s nothing wrong, or bad, or inherently evil with being in love. Through both her early Jedi and even through her Sith training, she was made to feel that love was either a pathway to the Darkside or a pathway to vulnerability and cowardice.

How wrong they all were!

“Come let’s find Captain Loken,” she finished, beckoning Master Harrison to follow. Once they made contact with the Republic Captain, he informed them that yes, the padawan younglings had been evacuated. He granted her the wish to review the passenger manifest, which was made hastily so the Lunelle sister wasn’t quite sure she could trust it but either way, neither of her daughters were on the ship heading off-planet to safety.

“That’s good, right?” she asked her companion. “I mean, one of them could still be here, but the fact that no Santii names are on that list gives me some comfort.” Of course, she’d have been ecstatic if one of their names were on the list. She would probably race right back into the Pirate’s Foe to go follow the ship.

“To the city or the hospital, Master Harrison?”

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Mt. Meru
Allies: [member="Dune Rhur"]
Enemies: [member="Haytham Kaze"]

Cath finally caught up with Master Rhur as he shed his robe and prepared himself for battle. To her surprise, Padwan Lorr had encountered this specific Sith before, but she could not remember if they’d exchanged names even. They certainly did not exchange pleasantries. In fact, the young Eldorai was lucky he did not cleave her in two the moment he found out that she was a Jedi. He took care of a gang of threatening pirates, which seemed… well, almost chivalrous really, though the Padawan did not stick around to find out more about the Triumvirate warrior.

"Hold, Cath. He's going to try and goad you. Remember your training and be calm."

“He will,” Padawan Lorr agreed in a similar tone meant only for Master Rhur’s ears.

Then her voice became suddenly loud as the Eldorai noble began to shout in frustration: “I’ve met him before, and we had a nice chat about how he… you,” she continued turning now to the Sith Lord himself. “Had no intentions of turning Tholatin into another Togoria. No intentions at all. Deneba is not an Ancient Sith world,” the Eldoria spat with venom. “Yet here you are.”

What did the Jedi Bith just say to you Cath. Something about calm?

Breathing deeply, trying to recenter herself and focus she said, “I’m ready, Master Rhur. At your command.”

It didn't matter if the Sith had saved her life from the pirates on Ruusan; he'd lied to her about the Triumvirate's intentions. And why would he not? Manipulation, cruelty and dishonesty were all tools of the Darkside.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location Mt. Meru.
[member="Dune Rhur"] - [member="Cath Lorr"]

Darth Athyssius was going to put it simply for the Jedi duo before him.

He watched the Jedi Master step out of his robes. It wouldn't impede his movement, and the Dark Lord wouldn't be able to pull him around with a grasp. That, of course was wise. It also revealed himself wholly to the Master of the Dark Side. Private, as usual, he kept the cloak on his person. Regardless of whether or not he was pulled around, it'd be simple to cut himself out of the robes if necessary. Its sole reason for existing on his person was to conceal it.

"Have the Jedi truly sunken so low to think us all the same? You know not of what you speak." That, was something to be expected. Jedi didn't realize it, but they dealt with absolutes much more than any Sith Athyssius knew. It had always been the Jedi that were absolute. Two options. You were light, or you were dark. Even the Jedi that stood before him didn't understand. His gaze snaps around to the Jedi Padawan, but he sneered behind his helmet.

"I've better things to do than sway the minds of Jidai worms. I advise you both to fight for your lives. Else, I will split you both in half." The deactivated saberstaff was levelled at the Bith.

"Yet here I am." he responded to Cath. "This is not Tholatin. An astute observation. Consider me... Investigating the Galactic Republic."

He stepped forwards once, twice, three times. The blue beams of the saberstaff sprung to life with a Snap-Hiss, and once he was in range, he leapt a few feet into the air, and extended his arm as far as it could as he aimed to plunge the blade into the center most point of the Jedi Master.

 

[WolfMortum]

Allies: [member="Zator Carr"], Captain Decius (NPC).
Persons of Interest: [member="Xenro"]

"You instigate a fight and then claim that I am the one responsible for the decline of peace on this planet?" Veiere frowned to against the Sith Lords want to twist what the Jedi stood for, as if something so dark and corrupted as this one sought weave its own way towards an excuse just to hate and to kill, even those who would stand in the way of oppression in order to defend those in need and fight back against the darkness that wanted to consume everything. Shaking his head slowly, he moved to step further in toward the Sith Lord and Zator Carr, placing more emphasis on himself and leaving the fallen and unconscious soldier away from what he would presume was to be the continuing conflict. "No one needs guide me to the Dark side because it is standing clear as day before me and I am not impressed. You have come here, you and your people to reign hell down upon an innocent world who meant your kind no harm. There is no tactical advantage of taking this world and the population is too few for you to invade in the hope of conscription into your ways. I can only imagine that you've come here to deliver fear and pain into the lives of those living on Deneba and I'm sorry to disappoint you but your actions must be brought to an end here. If you are not willing to surrender yourself so that we might avoid further violence, then you leave us no further choice but to act as a deterrent to the further harm you are capable of..." His right hand drew his hilt from his belt now, unclipping it with his thumb and lowering it to his side clear for Xenro to see.

Zator Carr was a massive creature in every right, his charge caused the ground beneath Veiere to tremor as his weight carried him across the clearing towards Xenro. He was intent on meeting the Sith Lord in close quarters, that much was obvious and yet Veiere had not forgotten of the black blood, the acidic Sith poison that circled him like some sort of shield that he could use to change the shape of and move in however way it was fitting for his own safety. Worrying now for the way that this shield might be used to counter Zator's rampaging offensive, Veiere's left hand reached out to the force, focusing on the blood itself and seeking to pull it away from Xenro. Though the deathly looking Sith Lord would have complete control over it, Veiere tried to envelope the liquid itself within the presence of his sustained hold, telekinesis being used to try to slow and hinder Xenro from using the poison to counter the Jedi. To take a grip of something so inherently tied and commanded by the Sith, he strained himself in mind, having to let go of all else around him in order to focus solely on this one act of defiance against the Dark Sider, all that he could hope was that his ally landed a deafening blow while the foe might be temporarily immobilized.

 

[Keira Priest]

Gear in signature.
Location: City of Meru, Deneba
Allies: [member="Cyril Grayson"], [member="Vorian Adasca"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Darth Carnifex"]

So, this was her family. It was safe to say Keira wasn't impressed for quite obvious reasons, nor was she inclined to improve upon the bonds any more than this. As far as she was concerned her in-laws could be held at arm's length. Or further than that, given the two concussive strikes made first by herself and then the Sith before her. There was no avoiding getting thrown off her feet, but her landing was another matter. Turning in the air she still skidded backwards a few feet even when she was on the ground again. It was clear that she was matched at the very least on the telekinetic plane, but that was only seen as a challenge.

When she looked up in order to assess the outcome of that split-second exchange the only sight to greet her was lightning arcing through the air directly towards her. Immediately the white hot orange plasma of her saber snap-hissed into existence, catching the crackling volts of electricity along the blade. Even then the sheer kinetic force of the electricity caused her feet to skid along the ground, but she pushed back just as hard, not relenting until his attack ceased. Only once all forms of danger ceased did she dare to so much as take the time to catch her breath, still regaining that which had been lost from the telekinetic pulse.

If this kept up, everything about this fight would be fast-paced and nothing short of hellish, but she didn't seem to attract anything but the worst case scenario. Thankfully that also meant she was well adapted. "You know, this isn't the worst choice I've ever made, so I think I'll be fine. In the meantime, work on your threats. It's difficult to take you Sith seriously when you all start to sound the same." In lieu of a blade words were her first defense, but she had both this time with no intentions of backing down. And she was squaring herself up to make her next strike, until she detected something out of order that she couldn't ignore quite as easily as she wished was the case.

Jedi. Unmistakable. So they had finally chosen to show themselves, and when conflict was brewing no less. That was a new one. Normally she would all but refuse to share the battlefield with so much as one of them, but this time she conceded. So long as they stood and fought, she wouldn't split hairs for the moment. She felt the surge of the Force emanating from one of the pair, her helmeted gaze on her father-in-law. "Carry on, then."

 

[Dune Rhur]

Mount Meru
Allies: [member="Cath Lorr"]
Enemies: [member="Haytham Kaze"]

Cath and the Sith Lord had history. That certainly added another wrinkle. He felt her push down her fury as she spoke to the man. The Bith hoped the woman would keep her cool.

Battle was no place for flared tempers. She told him of her readiness. He nodded without taking his eyes off the man. Another arrogant speech but now he'd drawn his weapon.

The saberstaff hissed to life as the man came forward. The Force-assisted leap let the man fall from a height as he tried to skewer his foe. A bold choice for an opening move. But this one didn't seem to lack for confidence.

Dune didn't meet the heavy thrust head-on. He chose instead to angle the attack away. A Bith was seldom stronger than their opponent. A tight redirection was the much more effective course of action.

The Jedi though perhaps he'd slice through the lengthened hilt. But a competent user of such a weapon would be aware of this. That meant waiting for a slip. Dune was quite happy to play the long game.

 

[Xenro]

[member="Veiere Arenais"] spoke candidly against what the Dark Lord said, and as he pontificated, Xenro acted. The hulking form of [member="Zator Carr"] raced toward him and activated his massive weapon, but he neglected to factor something major. Sand was immensely difficult to move on to begin with. Combined with the weight of the beast hurtling forward, his motion dispersed enough of the grainy surface that it did not take much to turn the world against him. Xenro shifted the blood that settled beneath the sand with a quick, vicious snap of his bony wrist.

The ground shifted like a maelstrom as the Vongformed Tof spanned the distance between them, and a tendril of black blood tainted by desert sand spiraled upward in an attempt to ensnare the monstrosity. It did not need to do much- the beast had already committed his momentum to a forward charge. All Xenro meant to do was use his bulk and motion against him. If it was successful, all of the weight would transfer to the Guardian's ankle and send him sprawling to the sands, safely away from the Sith.

His eyes never left the Jedi who intended to oppose his command over the substance, and his lips split to reveal yellowed teeth. "Fear?" he asked. "Fear is inherent to all species in this galaxy. To incite it takes no effort at all- macabre shows of violence and acts of terror only serve to remind people of the nature of this universe. No," he reached out and touched the contested flow of poisonous fluid with a pale finger. It shifted and remained still like a capillary frozen over. "The intent was never to instill fear. Mothers gift that to their offspring by virtue of birth."

Xenro smeared the substance across the air in a thick line, but it did not move beyond that. Veiere's efforts seemed to be fruitful, if only enough to halt the movements of that particular mass. "The Republic and the Jedi defend a decrepit notion of freedom and peace, and they force their agenda onto the witless denizens under their collective thumbs." The Necromancer made a fist, and the strange mass of jet black began to writhe and tremble. "I have no delusions of freedom for the masses. They will all die, regardless of your efforts. Life is fleeting, and each of us is a slave to its tyranny."

Blood dripped slowly down his finger and he drew a line across the wound he opened only minutes before. The flow of viscera halted. "The end of the Republic," he said finally. "I want to watch its death throes. One, two, even a hundred lives is insignificant," he explained, "so long as the lot of you succumb."

The Sith Lord gestured toward the strange beast of a Jedi who raged forward like a proper warrior. "If I were to kill your friend," he asked, "would you mourn his loss? Or would you rejoice for his return to the Force?"

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Mount Meru, Jedi Enclave
Allies: [member="Haytham Kaze"] | [member="Xenro"]
Enemies: [member="Bryn'jarr Astaris"] | [member="Alyona Volkovna"]

A disinterested gaze was all that the Sith Lord immediately gave the woman, and he didn't even flinch to glance in the direction of the man standing behind her, dwarfed slightly by her tall stature. With his weapon still activated, Ashmedai stepped forward with a seemingly casual air, but in truth every aspect of his present location was constantly being recalculated in his head. The Sith Lord's attention did not slip from the altered terrain, the size of his opponents, or the presence of others in the vicinity. Even the most subtle alterations of the Force's aura around them played before his mind's eye almost in a visible sense.

The closer he drew to the two Jedi, the more he could feel the natural agitation of the Force's ethereal nature. "You miss the point, entirely." Stopping less than a meter away from the woman, the Sith Lord stared at her intently. "Rather...you focus too much on the surface, what your eyes are telling you. What do you know of this area of space, of the societies that exist here? What do you know of very recent actions by those that would claim themselves servants of peace and justice throughout the galaxy in this area of space?"

The large Sith heaved his shoulders slightly. "We all exist to foster progress in our own way. Things cannot always be left as they are. When the foundation is fractured and unstable, it must be wiped away such that efforts can be started anew. The Galactic Republic represents the past of the galaxy...continuous failure. To the point, even, that it has practically become indistinguishable from the very chaos it claims to be eliminating from the galaxy." Roche...rather immediately came to mind. "That being said..."

The silver blade of Ashmedai's lightsaber deactivated silently before he stowed the weapon within the folds of his cloak once more. "I am by no means defending the typical wanton slaughter of the Sith. The forces at work here...I do not represent them, nor do they represent me or my ideals." For a brief moment, the Sith Lord cast his gaze to the sky before leveling it back at Alyona. "A choice, a chance for positive progress together settles upon this system. The need has been demonstrated...the purpose of my presence before you. To prove this..."

Ashmedai, hands balled into fists, extended them to Alyona in the typical gesture of surrender. Given their close proximity his long limbs practically rested against her abdomen. "I sincerely do, surrender."

So why had he destroyed those two shuttles? Had it been for fun? Had it been to garner attention? Or was there a deeper purpose?

The only truth surrounding the trio was that...words meant preciously little in any life. He would not bother stating his allegiance to the Triumvirate or actually illustrating the reality of the Triumvirate's existence. No doubt it would be different than the lies the Republic told themselves, such as engaging in border skirmishes to 'keep them in check'. No the only interaction between them had occurred when the Republic elected to launch a massive aerial strike on a civilian town, killing enemy, ally, and innocent alike.

Supporters of an insurgency that thought they were doing what was right...eliminating a conglomeration of Sith that, to that point, had done little other than safeguard the people under its charge as fervently as could be expected.

This was merely a returned favor, a demonstration of the pathetic reality of irrational conflict. However, it was never Cameron's intention to be the mechanism through which that message was delivered. He left the reality of that...to the task force that had only just now entered the system.

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Location: Outside Deneba System
Allies: [member="Aram Kalast"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Willam Forlon"]
Enemies: Terrorists
Immortal Adjudicator

As the Adjudicator, Ziost-class Carrier Indomitable, and their escorts exited hyperspace just at the edge of Deneba's gravitational influence, the Officer of the Deck rattled off a series of orders to establish a high inclination orbit over the planet. At the same time, he instructed the Navigator to immediately begin re-plotting the jump to the rally point in the event they needed to exfil quickly. Then again...quick was a relative term for the Immortal. In the midst of the massive series of hyperspace reversion, one ship immediately engaged its stealth features and initiated a gentle departure from the main group. For the time being, it did so by merely executing one calculated burn as the remaining vessels reverted to realspace. By the time the entire task force had completed the process, the Attrition-class Star Destroyer Devastation was already coasting on its own inertia to a pre-planned orbital inclination.

The Captain, however, immediately ordered a broadcast to be initiated over every open channel they could connect to. Despite the massive spread of the broadcast over the communication's spectrum, his prepared statement...was directed to the Republic forces presently in the system. "This is Captain Alonso Brosious of the Sith Triumvirate. Our patrol has arrived here in response to several distress calls dispatched through regional holonet relays along the Mara Corridor. We have limited resources, but we stand poised to aid in the evacuation of civilian personnel, and we have a large carrier standing by to render all levels of aid and temporary lodging to upwards of thirty thousand people. If necessary, we will make more space as required. Additionally, I have already ordered the launch of several forces of Triumvirate Troopers to assist in rooting out the terrorists on the planet. The Republic Commander may contact me privately on the following frequency to arrange coordination of efforts."

When the message and frequency particulars had been delivered, the Captain cut the feed and turned to his Officer of the Deck. "Launch medical support and containment personnel. Oh and when they call, be sure to have it piggy-backed on an open carrier frequency and recorded."

"Aye, Captain."

Triumvirate Task Force

Spoiler

Immortal
Ziost-class Heavy Carrier
Primeval-class Star Destroyer x 2
Attrition-class Light Star Destroyer
Boneshatter-class Assault Frigate x 2

 

[Akhilleus]

Allies: [member="Veiere Arenais"]
Enemies: [member="Xenro"]
Location: Foot of Mountain

Spoiler: Armory

Fighting Claw
Gnullith
Mqaaw'it
Gila Stomach
11 Razor/Thud Bugs
HAED Slugthrower
LightClub

Xenro’s attempts to ensnare Zator would’ve been more successful but he forgot a multitude of things about sand. It was only hard to run on sand for those not used to it, the only thing it did was cause the calf muscles to work harder than they usually did. For one like Zator who had been on and off battlefields for many years such a thing wasn’t strange and with the massive calf muscles as a Tof he carried across it at a sprint. The sand didn’t even slow the charging behemoth down, and this was without using the force. Just like the old days. Zator thought instead just replacing Xenro with a jedi consular, it brought back the horrid memories of what the Tof hybrid had done in the past but he did not truly regret them. The past had already been decided all Zator could do was continue to move on.

The Tendril of sand would try to ensnare the beasts leg to find itself rebuffed by an invisible barrier. While Zator had no skills in the telekinetic aspects of the force he had chosen to make up for it in his defenses. Just as the barrier he had threw up earlier had protected Veiere the one he was currently shielded in kept him safe. All force users learned to create a standard barrier to keep themselves and their weapon from being interrupted by the force abilities of another opponent. Zator’s force barrier had simply been pushed to such a point that it was common place to have it up the entire battle. With a force empowered leap Zator would be flung across the rest of the distance at Xenro not up and above but directly at Xenro.

Bringing his saber across in a blow meant to bisect the Sith Lord, Zator no longer paid any attention to the Sith’s words. The power of the darkside thrummed in Zator’s mind as he skirted the penumbra of the darkside. He was on the edge of a very dark abyss but he continued on with the battle. Consume essence wasn’t something he could control but his use of Vaapad aided the jedi in keeping him from falling.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Spaceport, Meru City
Objective: Escort Setzi | Aid the Light Siders
Allies: Setzi Lunelle
Enemies: [member="Eldaah Aderyn"]

He felt comfortable, in all areas, as he left the ship with Setzi, smiling to himself at their little chat and he absorbed the energy of the Force from the nature around them. Inhaling a fresh breath of air, he stretched his arms out and looked around as he followed Setzi to her Captain.

She was stubborn alright, but he knew she would listen. She was headstrong and resilient, but there was a tender side to her he had just touched upon that made her more appealing. With a raise of the brow when she finished talking and he gave her his attention, it didn't last long as she started talking.

Connor had one of those feelings. The feelings he didn't like, and when he got them, it meant something was off. There was a slight err in the Force around them that didn't feel natural. It felt dark, and dangerous. As Setzi spoke, Connor looked around in a full 360 to scope their location. There was a girl, sitting and minding her own business, the only person stationary around them. His blue eyes narrowed slightly, because this was one of those feelings.

"I sense something. A presence I've not felt since..."

He trailed off, talking to himself, before losing himself back to Setzi and her question.

"Er...the city, I think. Hospitals will make us nothing but targets."

He was distracted from talking by the girl, and started to walk over to her, indicating for Setzi to follow with a wave of the hand. He saw the girl minding her own business, but what was a girl like this doing at a spaceport at such a fragile time?

"Excuse me, Miss," he said, "it's not safe for you to hang around here. I suggest you move on."

 

[WolfMortum]

Allies: [member="Zator Carr"]
Persons of Interest: [member="Xenro"]

Veiere did not answer such a question as Xenro might have expected, the question was a catch twenty-two in that neither answer was fully right without encompassing the other. Yes he would eventually feel relief for any fallen, that they might return to the peaceful flow of the force and be guided away from the anarchy that was galactic affairs, warefare and oppression; yet that would not come without mourning the loss and as much as anyone wished to believe themselves as hollow as the droids that frequented their lives, the Jedi were as susceptible to their emotions as much as the next man or woman, they only sought to learn to rise above them and learn to deal with them away from the current needs of the mission or duty before them. The Jedi would even go so far as to regret taking Xenro's life if that was what he was forced to do, if the Sith Lord refused to surrender themselves to justice. Though it might not be something his foe could understand, Veiere respected all life around him and sought to end none of it unless pushed to the brink in which he might be defending himself or another.

His lightsaber dropped to the sand floor, his hands flexing while the world around him seemed to slow and he took it upon himself to quieten his mind, pushing away the insistent teasing of the Sith and instead seeking to envelope himself within the presence of the force, the wind itself seeming to pick up around him as his eyes fell half closed and he called everything that he had to bare, drawing it once again to his center so that his body would become the source of the energy that his arms and hands would direct again at Xenro in the form of Telekinesis. The tactic was not entirely different from before, unpredictability through repeated habits yet the level of energy that surfaced from his will-power coupled with the vibrancy of life in the Force, it was propelled from the palms of his hands at the Sith Lord with such power that it picked up the sand along the ground and threw it all into another torrent that would approach the Sith and surround him in it, if successful, blinding his line of sight so that it might give Zator Carr the opening he needed to drive the brunt of his strength through both the shield and the user.

He was not however satisfied that this would prove effective and as he moved to step forward, pushing through the sand to begin a sprint across the clearing to make his way near the two, he pulled the lightsaber from the desert floor so that it might slap back into the palm of his right hand, the blade igniting with a loud controlled hiss, a flash of blue light and soon to be met with the firm grasp of his left hand, he himself charged at the Sith with the intent of taking him in close quarter combat, the larger of the two faster and likely to have the first chance at striking Xenro down; Veiere offering a follow up attack in that he sought to come into the fight on the side Zator had entered, his speed and agility despite his age proving ample with the augmentation of his body, aiming to catch an arm with the hope of disabling his ability in wielding the black blood, in, yes, another attempt to slow, but not kill.

 

[Xenro]

"So this is your answer..."

Those lifeless eyes narrowed in an instant as the gargantuan Jedi leapt from the ground and hurtled toward him with the aid of the Force. Amusement twisted into annoyance, then blossomed into the blackest rage. Fire consumed the Dark Lord's spirit as his willpower became forged like blackest steel in the heart of Bogan. [member="Zator Carr"] ran headlong toward the suspended mass that for a moment, the Sith allowed to entertain the young Jedi Knight as he played at Telekinesis.

But Xenro was no longer split between two separate targets, and his interest was no longer fleeting. His power became palpable, tangible, and genuine in that instant. The shivering mass exploded outward like a beast unshackled and flooded the air around Sith and Jedi. The acrid stench of fluid burning off as it collided with lightsaber rose in tandem with fetid black smoke, but the strike broke against the barrier and slid through at a staggering pace. As the blade stopped, more blood slurped around the hilt and coagulated quickly.

"...fascinating."

The ooze fanned out like a massive shroud and clamped shut at insane speed, seeking to trap the Vongformed creature within. No sooner did this occur than did the Dark Lord flick his wrist casually toward the encroaching [member="Veiere Arenais"] .

"I'll rephrase the question, then," Xenro intoned in a far more chilling, less lively voice. "How would you feel if your ally murdered you?"

In perfect time with both his casual dismissal and the question posed, Xenro sent the focus of his Telekinesis- blood and ideally the beast within- darting toward the Jedi as he came to bolster his ally's attack. Unless the Tof thought to disengate his lightsaber, it might prove to be an even bigger incident.

"Shall we test our hypothesis, Jedi?"

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Location: Spaceport, Meru City
Objective: Not clearly defined
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Setzi Lunelle"] [member="Connor Harrison"]

The ball went up again, even as the Jedi and his companion made their way over to her. She pretended to not notice them, just focusing on tossing her ball and listening to her music. From all appearances, she looked like a bored twenty something year old waiting for a ship that was grounded due to the chaos outside.

"Excuse me, Miss," he said, "it's not safe for you to hang around here. I suggest you move on," the male Jedi said. She heard him just fine, but she threw up a confused and slightly annoyed look at the man, pulling her headphones out. An upbeat techno sound from a group based on Denon was issuing from the speakers.

"Well I would be on my way if the spaceport hadn't grounded all flights until whatever is happening outside settles down," she said. "Why do you think so many people are in here? Our flights got canceled and people ran here because security is best... besides those weird space monks that live on that big mountain outside the city. You look like one of them even."

She knew who this man was, and she frankly surprised he didn't recognize her. She had changed her hair style and style of dress from their encounter on Kolthis, plus make-up. Still, there was only so much one could do and that didn't include a Mask to change her face. The ball landed in her hand again. Unseen to the Jedi and his companion or Padawan, the timer on her datapad had just hit zero.

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Commerce building
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] / Republic
Enemies - one at least.

Ana shook her head, "No Sir, we won't need it, the priority in this situation is the protection of the Princess." The sounds of combat drew her attention as well, she was frightened she had never been in combat. She knew that outside where there was blaster fire there were people dying.

Faith stood there in the middle of the storage facility. She had been on Deneba 3 during the last visit that was when [member="Kahne Porte"] worked with her looking at the map, and look at this they had been right. Battle did come, a lot sooner than she thought, but here it was.

She looked at Draco, and then to Ana. She had to think, "Draco, are rebels from Deneb, can you tell?" She crossed her arms looking at Ana, "it will be alright."
There was more blaster fire, Faith could only imagine the dead. That was the problem with war the casualties the loss, the pain that was left behind. There would always be war of some kind in the galaxy she wanted her children to know peace though. Without thinking her hand went to her stomach they needed to get out of here.

"We need to get out of here, once they know we are here, we become a target" She began looking at the facility, "ok what's in here that we can use."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Deneba, Commerce Building
Allies: [member="Faith Organa"]

"I don't think so. I feel Dark Siders around, but that doesn't necessarily mean they aren't with the Republic." Draco said snarkily, looking up each aisle.

"We need to keep moving until we bump into someone who won't kill us, so I don't know who to call for." That was the real problem with not trusting the Republic or the Dark Siders bouncing around on the planet, or the rebels going about causing as much destruction as possible. It left him with few allies.

"See if Forlorn can send a med-evac to our location. That's probably our best bet." Draco scanned the area and continued to search for what he was looking for. A few aisles over and he found a maintenance speeder resting in the middle of the aisle. It was a four seater with an open top, but it was present and available. "I found a land speeder. It won't get much altitude but maybe we could make for outside the city." It may or may not run well, but he could hotwire it if he had to. Plus it was better transportation than him carrying the both of the women.

"No guns, quarter powercell... If we take it, we have to be pretty direct about where we are going with it."

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Objective: Cause Mayhem and ram the prison gate
Allies: The Black Empire
Enemy: The Republic and there cruel ways, [member="Travot Ravenna"]
Equipment: Hide Armour, two red lightsabers, two woe bringers and a speeder bike
Note: I am now a Knight, and new tags have come.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgeaZJJ21II

As she got out her truck, and saw it ploughing into prison where they where keeping the pirates they captured, when they took control of this planet. Then behind her was a Jedi, he had not lite up lightsaber, but none the less it was drawn. Then he asked a stupid question "Who are you? And what are you doing" She grinned as she began to stare at him, she was not master of this stare by any means, but Deadly Sight was still an effective start. She then answered the stupid question, as she was trying to match his gaze as she began to walk towards him. Well Puddin I am Harley Quinn, and this would be a prison break to free those poor imprisoned pirates. She was getting ready to engage him, she trying get herself wound up, so you could invoke her force rage. She starting to bring up the memory of when, [member="Bryce Bantam"] rejected her on the say so a floating droid named [member="General Beyyr"]. She was getting there she was getting angry.

 

[Alyona Volkovna (Алёна)]

Location: Mount Meru, Jedi Enclave
Allies: [member=Bryn'jarr Astaris] | [member=Veiere Arenais]
Enemies: [member=Ashmedai]? | [member=Haytham Kaze] | [member=Xenro]

Alyona tensed out of reflex as Ashmedai closed the distance between them to less than a meter, ever-cognisant of his brandished weapon, though her eyes remained locked with his. He would see this, but would say nothing, she sensed. I won't be distracted by this man, she decided for herself, listening to his words as he began to speak and almost answer her question. His response was ideological, rooted in one of the inherent differences between the Jedi and the Sith. Luckily, Alyona was well-educated, as opposed to indoctrinated. Her instruction under Master Ylva had benefited her; the woman was well learned in the philosophies of the Sith. As such, Ashmedai's statements did not elicit an emotional response from Alyona; she was able to evaluate them objectively. Not many Jedi could do this in her experience; even Masters tended to fall prey to the almost habitual banter of conflict. It was a tired practice, and not one Alyona cared much for as it distracted from combat and the attainment of greater knowledge. Ashmedai, however, was expressing a willingness to engage in true dialogue, and Alyona was intent on taking advantage of that willingness. Aside from Master Ylva, Alyona had known few Jedi who'd ever engaged with Sith in discourse, and she hoped to become one of them.
The dark-skinned man had mentioned Ruusan previously, and his remarks now reminded Alyona of the destruction wrought by Jedi and Sith forces engaged on the world. He was right to consider this, and Alyona certainly did not exonerate the Jedi Order for their own grievous acts. Murder for justice remained murder, after all. However, the civilians in Deneba's spaceport had no part in such things, and these were realities Alyona wanted to remind her adversary of. As she listened, she felt herself relax somewhat, and despite the closeness between them, Alyona was almost physically and mentally comfortable.
Ashmedai's next focus centered on the concept of progress. The context of his statements led Alyona to assume he was considering the progress of civilization as a whole. It was a rather amorphous point as progress was an inherently subjective assertion, but the ashen-haired woman comprehended his intent easily enough and did not interrupt. The Sith continued by oddly confessing that he was not in support of the killing taking place on Deneba, and disavowing any affiliation with the murderous agents. As he looked up at the sky Alyona decided to give the man the benefit of the doubt in this matter; denying involvement served no real purpose as a lie.
The humming of the lightsaber ceased and for the second time Ashmedai announced his surrender. As his clenched hands pressed suddenly against her stomach, Alyona didn't flinch, nor step away. She merely looked down at them, following the muscled, veined arms back to the face that owned them. Alyona sighed a quiet breath, clipping her lightsaber to her belt and rested her bare hands on his fists, gripping them, though lightly. "I very much want to trust you, my Lord," she began softly as she gathered the rest of her thoughts. "But we both know that any effort to contain you would be ceremonial, at best." Alyona confessed, running her fingertips passed Ashmedai's wrists and along his steely arms, as if acknowledging his power. "The Galactic Republic is nothing but a collection of people. Without people there is no Republic. If what you want is better people, then destroying the foundations of their lives contradicts your goals. The Republic does not make these people evil, anymore than ascribing to Sith philosophy makes one evil. I know of the Sith Path, my Lord; it is unfortunate that these people would lay blame at the feet of innocents."

Alyona let her hands fall down along Ashmedai's arms and she stepped passed him, their sides and shoulders brushing together, almost as one might leave a lover. She felt no fear as she gave him her backside and looked over the spaceport below. She solemnly watched plumes of smoke rise into the sky from all over. "I do not believe anything justifies acts such as this." Alyona confessed, turning to look at Ashmedai once more. She tucked a lock of grey-white hair behind her ear as the silence between them remained. He might deny it, and her own intel on this man was decidedly lacking, but Alyona doubted he held no affiliation with the perpetrators of these horrendous atrocities. Their brief physical contact had given her a glimpse; memories and emotions resided within his heart that drove his beliefs. Alyona gleaned nothing of their content, but she sensed that there was greater cause to the day's attacks. Such had been the way of the Republic and its enemies for decades now. It was a cycle of conflict and blame and revenge that had mired the Galaxy in a tradition of blood-letting for generations.

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Alyona took a deep breath as she returned to stand before the Sith Lord. Her eyes were almost sad as she looked into his. "We are naught but lost souls enduring the Passions of others and seeking innocents to strike in retaliation, all in the hopes of soothing our own pain." She shook her head; the lock of hair came loose again and fell to rest against her cheek. Ignoring it this time, Alyona refocused her mind on her duties. "If what you speak is true, then perhaps progress can be made here today. Not by killing, but by listening...loving." Alyona reached down and took Ashmedai's hands once more, catching his gaze. She was taller with her boots on, yet only by a mark. "If you are an honest man, then let us help you resolve these conflicts without faulting innocent people for the crimes of others, and without buying into a cycle of hate that perpetuates violence. If progress is what you seek, then let me help you find a way to achieve such. And rather than destroy people to make way for a better future, let us find a way to take them with us into the future we create." Her old Master, Corvus Raaf, would be proud, Alyona was sure. It had taken her ages to overcome the woman inside her that lusted for conflict and violence; learning to appreciate the intricacies of knowledge was a process after all. Once, Alyona herself had sought the deaths of Sith for the loss of innocent lives within the Republic. It was a hatred Alyona could no longer justify, and she mourned the lives of those she had taken without trial. Both sides had so much blood on their hands it was no longer possible to know whose blood was whose.

 

[Willam Forlon]

Supreme Commander Forlon turned to stare at the tactical station as the men there became active and the warning klaxon blared to life. The loud alarm spread out throughout the ship as the ship's computer automatically initiated an alarm protocol. The station commander turned and spoke to Forlon as he walked over to the console.

"Sir we have a IFF warning. A hyperspace reversion was detected by our ships in orbit." the man was interrupted by the communications commander. "Sir, We have a broadband transmission incoming" said the man who then patched it up to the main loudspeaker. Forlon listened to the Triumvirate commander intently and paused to consider his next move. He did not trust the Sith but if they were truly intent on assisting them he would not interfere. Forlon thought about the situation and had a terrible feeling but that was no reason to start a fight he may be able to avoid.

"Sir, a mister Salmakk had come aboard and wishes to speak with you. HE says he is from the Directorate." said a voice from Forlons left. He closed his eyes to gather his thoughts. The Directorate would be very useful, and he knew is the Mon Calamari was on planet the other members of the group were close by and most likely on the way now.But in the situation he now found himself he had other things that required his attention. He turned to the man and spoke.

"Have Mister Salmakk join me here. I will speak with him after I get this situation handled." said Frolon then turning back to the Comm officer and nodded to him.

"Open a channel to the Triumvirate commander" Forlon said. He waited a moment then spoke when the man standing at the Communications console indicated the channel was open.

"Captain Brosious, Greetings and welcome to Denaba. We appreciate your assistance and I will ordered my people to give your teams a wide berth. We welcome you and your governments assistance in this dire situation. If we can let's try to work keeping out of each others way as much as possible. It would be easy for your people or mine to mistake each other for terrorists. Please make sure your teams identify themselves if they encounter any Republic personnel. If the Republic can be of any assistance please contact me." said Forlon as he noticed the Mon calamari walking into the bridge. He smiled at the man and nodded then went back to work. Forlon motioned to close the channel and walked over to Salmakk.

"It is good to see you, If you would just hang around I need to deal with this then we can speak." said Forlon as he walked to the comm station "Open a channel to all republic forces." Said Willam tot he man he now found himself standing next to. "Yes Sir" said the officer then ordered one of his console officer to open the channel.

"Attention All Republic forces, The Sith Triumverate is here requesting clearance to assist. While I know many of you will not agree to this I am proving them with my word they will not be harmed. Give their medical and rescue teams a wide birth and do not engage. We may not be friends but today is about saving lives. If they can save one life then their help will be worth putting our hostilities aside. Watch them from afar but do not interfear. Continue evacuation operations and get everyone to safty. IF they betray us then we will change our engagement protocol but for now they are not to be harmed. Forlon out" said Willam. He hoped the tensions between their two people would not effect the people of Denaba. He did not trust the Triumvirate and part of him expected the act to be a deception to trick them into allowing them onto the world safely. He hoped that was not the case but if it was he would be ready.

"Captain, have the Akagi and Kaga deploy their regiments"

[member="Ashmedai"] [member="Salmakk"]

 

[Progflaw99]

Location: Mount Meru, Jedi Enclave
Allies: [member="Alyona Volkovna"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]
Enemies: [member="Ashmedai"] | [member="Haytham Kaze"] | [member="Xenro"]



Bryn'jarr held his ground, watching carefully, calculating. As the two conversed he listened, curiously watching as the Sith moved. He didn't react, the calmness Alyona was exhibiting creating a solid baseline. He fed off of it, using the energy to calm his nerves and relax his stance. There was a time to be a rock, an overwhelming, immovable force. This was not that time, for now was an opportunity he'd ne'er had before. Master Alfrún had done well, teaching him and his classmates to accept all lines of logical reasoning, even when it contradicted your feelings. Feelings were no way to judge the actions of a person, however they could be used to your own advantage. It was in this logic that Bryn'jarr now resided, choosing to still his heart and his mind. His muscles relaxed as he listened to the words and watched the Sith before him. His words did not hold the violent edge he expected, if his words were to be trusted... the Sith truly did not find the value in violence here, at least that was not the primary goal. What was...?

As the Sith approached within a mere meter of Alyona, he still felt the calmness... the genuine intrigue. It was almost as if they were linked, understanding and curiosity bound together. For the second time, the Sith Lord mentioned surrender, his hands outstretched. It made him uneasy... No Sith he'd ever read about truly ever offered surrender, but... this Lord appeared genuine. What would his surrender accomplish? Surely he didn't mean surrender? A few of the things the Sith said put him on edge, conflicting ideals and ways of thought attempting to hold their ground in his mind. He was tempted to interrupt, his impatience prodding him... but he wanted knowledge... it was what had driven him to learn about the force and his abilities in the first place. He craved knowledge, and some Jedi were afraid of knowledge, they discouraged true knowledge at every turn. Alyona had not done that, neither Master Alfrún, and for that he was grateful. Keeping his center balanced, he disengaged his lightsaber, lowering it to his side, ready to flick up at a moment's notice. He continued to listen... to wait. Patience was not an easily won virtue, and his body ached for battle, for the fight, but his mind was in control now... urging him to hold, telling him to listen, to gain the knowledge he so desperately craved.

As the two continued their dialogue, he not only saw, but felt the sincerity Alyona spoke with, the genuine interest... there was a twinge of something else... something foreign, but just like that it had passed. His jaw tensed as he watched, Alyona giving her back to their... enemy? At least that's how it had seemed at first. What Alyona was suggesting however was something different entirely. He wondered for a moment about the Sith... Emotion. It was the 'Danger' many of the Jedi warned about, at least the ones who felt the old ways were the right way. If Sith were merely the other side of the same coin... perhaps there was more merit in working with them... than against them outright. There were dangers, yes, of losing oneself to the darkness, but there was a passion, buried deep beneath the surface, a passion for what? People? Power? Control? Hatred... Love even?

His mind began to become confused, filled with thoughts... thoughts he couldn't spend time exploring. Not now. He grit his teeth, forcing the clutter from his mind and continuing to listen from where he stood. As he stood observing, he continued to relax, allowing the energy to permeate his being, filling him with energy, allowing him to sense the shifting tides of the Force... Darkness... Light... Could the two truly work together, or was the end result always conflict?

 

[Akhilleus]

Allies: [member="Veiere Arenais"]
Enemies: [member="Xenro"]
Location: Foot of Mountain

Spoiler: Armory

Fighting Claw
Gnullith
Mqaaw'it
Gila Stomach
11 Razor/Thud Bugs
HAED Slugthrower
LightClub

The wretched scent of the blood did not reach Zator due to the biot that covered his mouth and nose. He did not even wish to breathe in the blood as no one knew what would happen. With having noted the lack of active cells and the poison within it Zator knew it was best to ensure that the blood did not fully touch him or enter him. Hoping that his ally had the same sense Zator continued on not even worried by the blood that converged on him. As the blood burned off the saber blade it would be rebuffed away from the hilt of Zator’s weapon. A barrier around one’s weapon as well had been commonplace for jedi and Sith for centuries. It was to ensure that one’s lightsaber wasn’t simply flicked off by the opposing party.

Zator felt the blood trying to tug him but without getting a good hold on the Tof due to the force barrier that encircled him Zator wouldn’t be effected. The blood would find no purchase on his body simply sliding off or bouncing away from the invisible barrier. Though it was able to move him slightly before he'd stomp his feet to the ground making himself a wall against the tide. This is why Zator had specialized in his use of force barrier, so he could ensure enemies that used nothing but the force either fight him in saber combat or wear themselves out with their constant use of their own abilities. Now Xenro was simply feeding him more power. The taunts did nothing to Zator, nor the threats. He was the calm in a storm that would’ve probably absorbed a lesser being. The dark emotions of the planet continued to feed him and Xenro’s use of the darkside was being drawn into Zator through the use of Vaapad.

Vaapad was more than just a saber form, it was a state of mind that allowed the user to take in the darkside and let it flow through them without corrupting the user. However, it took one that was not scared of giving themselves over to the form to achieve its true potential. Zator was experienced with the corrupting nature of the darkside and held no fear as he gave himself over. The blood wouldn’t stop him as he’d fight through the momentum of the blood with a strength many times that above a human or wookie. Tof were already know for flattening humans with a single slap so Zator would release his strength for once amplified by the use of Vaapad and explode out the blood and this time thrusting a single hand at Xenro in what would at first seem to be a force push but then reveal itself to be a force barrier around Xenro and condensing it into a stasis field.