Invasion Oderint Dum Metuant | The First Order Invasion of Galactic Alliance held Mustafar Hex

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Darth Vader's Castle
Objectives: Repel the Galactic Alliance
Allies At Location: [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | KoR/FO
Engaging Directly: [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Gear:{In Sig} Ren Attire / Cloak / Lightsaber

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This wasn’t even a test for Taeli; the blows deflected and the stance casual but firm. Connor felt the shiver of anger up his spine, but he smirked and instead moved towards her.

"My my, aren’t we bitter. Jealous it wasn’t YOU instead.”

His left hand shot up and went for her throat with the Force, but not the windpipe, the joint between spine and skull. He applied pressure with a lift as hard as he could to do more than just a mere choke.

Then, he started swinging his blade left and right, as if hacking along grass, but moving towards her all the same, tighter…tighter….slowly letting the want to kill her and prove his worth seep into his dark, corrupt mind.

"Let me by, Jedi Raaf.”

 

[Ty Rellius]

Mustafar
Vader's Castle
[member="Sarge Potteiger"],


The smoke was thicker than inspected and was getting far too close to Ty for his comfort. Just as he was preparing to execute his force choke some of the toxic smoke was about to make contact.

Nevermind! Abort! Abort!

Ty instead initiated a gentle force push to move the toxic fumes away from his body. He double backed to where Sarge was standing, “Ok, so they may not have looked intimidated, but at least I still look professional. Ideas?”

Ty was out of breath and ready for a quick solution. Usually that required actions he wasn’t fond of. Killing, wasn’t Jedi, well most Jedi. His former master was generally not opposed to killing swaths of people for the greater good, but Ty realized that she walked a fine line when doing so.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Vader's Castle
Allies: Galactic Alliance and the nearby by [member="Liliane"]
Enemies: First Order and the nearby [member="Ara Ren"] and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

Directly Engaging: [member="Connor Harrison"]
Gear: In signature

"Been there, done that," she quipped right back, emphasizing each syllable as she did so. His hand was rising again, the Force rushing towards her in a concentrated attack on her neck. For every amount of pressure he tried to apply, he met with an equal counter force to stop his attack on her neck joint. Really now? Trying to break her neck like that? That was simply quite rude and such rudeness would need to be addressed.

"And honestly," she continued as he approached, the darkness wafting off him as he likely thought about killing her, "it wasn't all that impressive."

That was likely going to strike right to his ego, but hey he had just tried to break her neck. There was going to be a little bit of claw showing now, the nice gloves starting to come off after that. She had yet to even try to bodily harm him, but now... the game had changed by that attempt.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Darth Vader's Castle
Objectives: Repel the Galactic Alliance
Allies At Location: [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | KoR/FO
Engaging Directly: [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Gear:{In Sig} Ren Attire / Cloak / Lightsaber

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Stalking towards her, Connor scoffed at her reply. Knowing whatever he did, he was not going to win, he at least was going to give it his damn best shot.

"Let’s not forget though, you were second choice after your broken sister turned and bedded a Sith.”

He swung out with the hilt in his left hand to take her head. She would avoid, and it would likely spark on the side wall.

"I grow tired of your jealousy, Taeli Raaf. The First Order belongs here. You don’t. Let me by!”

He swung again.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Near Vader's Castle
Allies: [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Atheus"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Velon Ielor"]

Her trek across the battlefield slowed once her younger brother came into sight, the readings of her HUD telling her all she needed to know about his current state. Whether he would admit it to himself or not he'd been in the fight far too long, and no matter if he wanted it or not, was in need of some kind of evac. "Thalia, call in a shuttle." The AI didn't respond immediately, but rather an air map of the immediate area was displayed, along with the ships present. "Room for two is enough. This is going to be a fast trip." Something told her Alkor had more in mind than simply leaving the battlefield so early, and there were times when his plans chanced to not be entirely too reckless, as if she had room to talk.

"There will be one routing shortly. It seems that he's contracted some kind of toxin."
"I've got field kit until we get to a medbay. Maintain an eye on his vitals."
"Understood. If he's anything like you, he'll be harder to kill than that."
"Is that a compliment?"
"What is that you're always saying about assumptions?"

Overhead the report of a ship's engines made themselves known, the transport closing in from a short distance. Seeing as how Alkor's helmet was on a ridge somewhere - they would be talking about that later - she contacted him on short-range comms instead, "Eyes up. There's a shuttle coming in with your name on it, and I'll be joining you shortly. I've got stims for that toxin problem you're having." There was no affectionate vod'ika to follow her words. On the battlefield that changed, and while the two of them may have been siblings they were also warriors that were at their most deadly, and there was no room for bringing familial monikers into things. They needed to be efficient, and she knew how he felt about that particular label.

"Turn around." But she'd already sensed it. There was an outsider approaching, the presence distinctly unfamiliar and undeniably dark, likely meaning an enemy. They seemed to have no regard for stealth or other means of making their approach less obvious, which in truth made her job all the easier. Turning to regard this new face, she did nothing more than quietly appraise him when he came into sight. The armor he wore was of the same make she'd seen on the Knights of Ren that populated the battlefield, and he seemed lightly armed from a cursory glance. Her stance shifted, left hand taking up her tomahawk while her right palmed her saber. There would be no response afforded but the ignition of a plasma blade in a flash of orange.

Snap-hiss.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Mustafar, Mensix Mining Facility​

Allies: First Order & Allies​

Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Allies​

[member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Six-O"]​

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Engaging: [member="Draco Vereen"]​

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In Vicinity:​

[member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="BE-183"]​

[member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] ​

[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]​

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As the initial concussion of the thorium charge dissipated, the soldiers moved forward in Rolf's wake. Through the thermal lens of the Major's helmet he was greeted by an armored form. Had he been utilizing traditional sensor equipment the man might have gone unnoticed, at least at first but the bright splash of color through his lens was a glaring warning to the man as he charged ahead, sonic blaster leveled. In a flicker of movement, he saw the barrel of something flash just in time to duck below the blast - the following two blasts sailing past towards the troops to his rear. In the narrow hallway it would be hard to miss and as Rolf's attention honed in on the form before him he heard the hollow whump through his helmet as the rounds exploded. The first, having missed the Major himself had ripped past and straight into the chest plate of one of the FIST troopers. As the mechanism was triggered it exploded, the majority of the shrapnel absorbed by the thick plates of the FO-02 armor they wore posed a minimal thread but the concussive wave of the blast sent several of the troopers sprawling. If the shrapnel hadn't wounded them, no doubt the blast would have been enough to jelly their internals despite the kinetic resistance of the hardened material. Struggling not to stumble over the fallen, the troops behind were caught in the second and third explosions, sending another fresh wave of disoriented and wounded troopers reeling.

The threat identified - Rolf knew he needed to address it immediately. He hadn't looked back, he couldn't afford the distraction, but he knew by the sounds that his men were in trouble. Gritting his teeth beneath the pristine white helmet he squeezed the trigger rapidly. The lever on his X-11E Sonic Blaster had been pushed fully forward, the spread of the weapon highly narrowed, increasing both its range and lethality. He needed to close the distance, and fast. He couldn't have been more than 30 meters from the man, gathering himself he continued his charge, this time protected by the suppressing fire of the sonic weapon, he let loose a cry of anger spurred by the attack. It was one thing to shoot at someone first, another entirely when someone had fired at you. Anger. Anger flowed through Rolf's veins as potent as any toxin. It provided him a surge of energy, the adrenaline had hit his system like a speeder wreck. It always started like that, the first taste of combat whetting his appetite for more. Eventually the rush became an addiction in and of itself but for now he would do as he always did. Live minute by minute, moment by moment. Nothing mattered but the moment he was in.

Behind him he began to hear and see the blasts of his men's F-11 D's as they passed him en route to the armored foe at the end of the tunnel but their accuracy was impacted. Whenever firing from behind an ally, it was a complex task to remain both on target and not hit friendlies - specifically in such a confined environment. Rolf's feet clambered ever faster as the mag-lock of his boots was disengaged, his visor quickly switching from thermal mode to low-light. Now that he had a target there was no need for the thermal lens. As the armored figure became clearer, the Major began to recognize the signature T-form visor of the Mandalorians, though this one had its own variation to it. *A Mandalorian? Here?* He found it strange at first, the battlefield musing hitting hard as each breath was a slow inhale, each step prolonged in the mind. Rolf had heard reports and whispers of the bombing on Mandalore but he hadn't suspected the Mandalorians would turn so quickly to being hired guns, especially for the likes of the Galactic Alliance who had been so on par with the Galactic Republic until it too had crumbled. Strange, but not unexpected.

Spoiler

Rolf Amsel's Equipment:

Armor: FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor

Weapons:

• 1 x F-11 D Blaster Rifle (Thigh Holster)
• 1 x X-11E Sonic Rifle (Held)
• 1 x DEMP 2 Ion Blaster Carbine (Attached to Pack)

Grenades:

• 4 x Ion Grenades
• 3 x Cryoban Grenades
• 2 x Thermal Detonators

Misc Equipment:

• 4 x Thorium Charges

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Northern Plains
Objective: Uhm.
Allies: [member="Braith Achlys"]
Enemies: [member="Taheera Sollo"] (Engaging), [member="Rebel Sunka"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Tsuki Aihara"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Kaida Taldir"] [General Vicinity]
Equipment: Graush Dynasty Armour, Hydrastaff, X-11E

A'sharad continued on through the Valley until he had reached the cusp of the Valley and the Northern Plains. Up ahead were the stormtrooper platoons that had moments ago just communicated to him that their sensor pylons and probes were in place. With the sensors in place, they were already receiving feedback of Alliance ships moving to their vicinity.

They're already here.

Lord Graush doubled the pace as he started through the tall grace that reached just below his waist.

A gauntlet brushed against the hydrastaff across his waist, and then on the edge of his senses he could sense the Light Side. He came to a sudden halt, his boots digging into the soft dirt just as a green skinned woman showed herself to him.

And then she spoke.

He didn't draw his weapon, but he just... Watched her, curiously, that helmet atop his head tilting as if he were interested as to why she didn't merely engage him. Surely she knew it was futile? That he would just kill her if she didn't draw her weapon immediately? It was interesting to... Actually come face to face with a Jedi.

He advocated for no mercy upon his Jedi enemies.

But, he sought to learn more.

"Surrender, and there will be no death."

 

[H3xle]

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Location: Mustafar, Darth Vader's Castle
Objective: Hunt and kill some Sith wannabe's
Allies: [member="taeli raaf"] [member="elpsis elaris"], GA
Enemies: [member="kyrel ren"], [member="stardust raxis"], FO
Else: [member="anika nygaard"]

As Taryc watched, the droids made up to look like people from long dead history that had once been fighting the darksiders, turned as one and let them pass to come at Taryc, Elpsis, and a blonde lightsider who quickly dodged a faux jedi droid. The explosive ammunition that both Elpsis and Taryc had fired impacted among the droids, and the carnage was fairly complete. The parts of the droids that weren't blasted apart by the explosions themselves were scattered by the blows of several concussions. The unknown lightsider got just out of sight as Taryc moved forward with Elpsis into the now empty room. With a little reluctance, Taryc slid her gun to her back and secured it there, pulling out her sword once again as they pursued the fleeing ones.

"Once this is over, we need to see what entrance these people came through to get passed all of the people upstairs so quickly." Then she motioned with her sword. "The wannabe sithling and his partner are fair game, but I think the lightsider may be helping us?" Taryc was uncertain, it certainly didn't seem like a good time to come to Vader's castle, mid invasion, for anything else.

Deep below her, Taryc felt the stirrings of something dark. It flexed a nebulous might in the dark side, but seemed to lack a wholeness. Taryc wasn't truly concerned, anything that was dead and come back could be killed again, and she'd had more than her share of interactions with nebulously powerful beings when she was an inquisitor for the Primeval.

Continuing down the narrow hall after Kyrel, Stardust, two droids, and the jedi girl, Taryc led Elpsis down the hall. Her armored legs making short work of the distance. For the moment she kept her blade unlit. She didn't assume she would come up on the sithlings by surprise, though the sounds of so many people running through the hallway it would be difficult to count them all, instead she was just conserving her power, collecting it within herself and readying it to be released in an attack. The problem came with the Jedi infront of them, as she didn't want to harm one who at least should have been an ally.

The hallway straightened out for a long stretch, and Taryc felt she'd gotten her chance. She couldn't keep an eye on the sithling or his friend, but she had a fairly clear shot at the droids.

"Elpsis, I've got right, you take the left droid." She said over their commlink, then focused on the droid on the right. She could resort to fire, but with the Jedi in the way she didn't want to risk it. She sent her will out through the force and grasped the leg of the droid on the right, and yanked just as it was starting to put its weight on it. The droid slipped with the lack of support and collapsed to the ground hard. Taryc focused on holding it on the ground as the Jedi drew near it and Taryc shouted through her external speakers. "Take it out Jedi!"

Actions:

Spoiler

1) Followed
2) Took out a droid

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle, Interior
Allies: [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Zmej Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], etc.
Enemies: [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Sarge Potteiger"], the Galactic Alliance
Nearby: [member="Kimiko"]

Antherion grimaced, gathering the Force around him in whatever contrivances of defense or concealment he could muster. He was moving forwards, alone, on hoverchair after having broken through the enemy lines, plunging deeper and deeper into the castle with reckless abandon. He wanted, needed to find what was his by right, not only before the Jedi could destroy it or escape with it in their desperate, hopeless defense, but also to seek something of special value before any of his beloved 'allies' could rip it apart like the pack of hungry vultures they were.

Not that he begrudged them for it, not at all. Such was the undeniable nature of the Dark Side.

He traced his hand along the wall, letting his instincts guide him. As far as he had understood from the pre-battle report, the mining facilities were the true meat of the military fortifications of Mustafar, with this castle being regarded as a relic, an archaeological oddity. All the better for him to seek something of value.

Keeping his eyes open for adversaries, he pressed deeper into the darkness.

 

[Elmont Block]

Location: Vader’s Castle
Story partner: [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pN4tPkX0MG0

The presence of the dark side was not only permeating and in equal terms nauseating, it also impacted on Elmont’s ability to Sense. He could draw on the Force, but the fact the building he was expected to patrol and guard was so steeped in the dark side meant it took greater concentration than usual to do even the more mundane tasks a Jedi took for granted.

But given what they were expecting – an invasion – he was both guarded and prepared.

And as he walked through the building, he sensed auras – both light and dark – but none came so close that he needed to intervene, until he reached an antechamber and saw before he sensed two people in combat. For a few moments he was mesmerised by them, unsure if he should play a part in their duel.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Mustafar, Vadey's castle
Objective: Purge stuff
Allies: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]
Enemies: [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Stardust Raxis"]
Neutrals (?): [member="Anika Nygaard"]
Gear: Beskar armour (in sig) + ARGH jets, bolter, hard sound carbine, magnetic revolver, anti-forcer + forcebreaker grenades, lightsabre.


Not only was Vader's Castle a nexus of evil with an air permeated by corrupt, dark energies, with the presence of the long dead Dark Lord still echoing, it was also populated by a large number of automatons who bore the likeness of ancient Jedi and Sith, some of them more famous than others. Vader, Palpatine, Maul, Kanan Jarrus and many others seemed to have all come alive in mechanical form for a danse macabre. Someone with more interest in and knowledge of ancient history might have been fascinated - or repulsed by this display.


However, Elpsis' education was more than a little philistine. Sure, everyone knew what Vader looked like, especially since replicas of his armour were still popular. However, comparatively small fry such as Kanan and Ezra were unknown to her. She also did not know that Maul and Dooku had been separate people. Moreover, being physically blind and reliant on the Force to see, she probably could not discern their faces.


Explosive bolts made short work of machines that assailed them and she quickly moved alongside Taryc as the Inquisitor pursued the two Ren. "Agreed. Or we could...blow up the castle? It is a vile monument to evil, glorifying a Sith. Besides, the decoration sucks," she declared fervently. Of course, she had no authority to do such a thing since this was GA property, but a girl could dream.


She frowned slightly when Taryc mentioned the unknown lightsider, but nodded. "Yeah, I guess. Let's try not to hit her." So off the two BFFs went in pursuit of Kyrel and Stardust. Elpsis' armour was quite heavy since it was beskar, but only about half the weight of Kyrel's life support armour, so her armoured legs made short work of the distance.


Down here, the darkness grew more powerful. Something nebulous and malevolent seemed to be hiding here. However, the young Firemane was not worried. Her father was a vile Sith Lord and she'd beaten the crap out of him in hell. Finally, they were closing in on their quarry. However, two of the odd droids seemed to be in the way, the ones that resembled mecha Sidious and Vader. While Taryc went for the one on the right, Elpsis wrapped her telekinetic willpower around the left one to slam it into a wall. Then, drawing upon her power, she flooded its hydraulic oil with a truly ridiculous amount of heat, cooking it from within and blowing it up.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Power called to Mishel from the depths of the Castle, the disciple's boots padded the ground beneath them. All throughout Vader's fortress the sounds of battle. Lightsabers clashing, force powers being used and all that she cared for was to claim the castle for their imperial society. Somewhere between the landing ramp and the entry of the Castle. She had a thought and rushed back toward the ship the Commination.

Back through the corridors toward the mess hall, trading the fiery atmosphere of Mustafar for the cold confines of the vessel. She stood and looked down at the flag, it sat still in the silence. Walking toward it, she placed both hands on the handle and yanked up taking the flag out of the stand. It was large, and it would do what she wanted it to do. Carefully she made her way back out of the ship and back toward the landing ramp sidestepping the corpses where she could. Here is where she saw [member="Samka Derith"] call to her, "I cannot stay at your side sister, I must ensure that our flag is seen throughout all Mustafar."

From here she looked up at Vader's castle and its foreboding shape, watched as the lava poured from its mouth so easily like water does on other worlds. In the moment she watched she swore she had seen a waterfall before, from her youth. What she had experienced of it anyway, her face felt the heat of the world as embers licked at the sides of the castle. Then she heard the mocking words of the lightsider. "Perhaps I'll make an exception." Mishel strapped the flag to her back it's pointed edges sticking out from either end, the black, red and white rolled against her back. She could hear the voice of her father, of Seiger Ren and recalled the painful burning lances weeks ago when he called his children and disciplined them all. The brunette put a hand to her lightsaber's hilt, "for the First Order, for the Ren."

Allies: [member="Samka Derith"]​

Enemies: [member="Ty Rellius"] - [member="Sarge Potteiger"] - [member="Kimiko"]​

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Gear: Armored coat, Mirari, Cruentis Cor
Allies in vicinity: [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] (First Order)
Enemies in vicinity: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Liliane"] (Galactic Alliance)
Engaging directly: [member="Elmont Block"]

As the duel between Ara and the stranger unfolded, Kaalia noticed the the approach of another presence. Before he could notice her she quickly shifted cover to a nearby pillar, watching as the man was intrigued by the fight in the antechamber. He was noticibally younger than the redhead, but definitely taller. His blue eyes were almost piercing as they looked around. His aura however was what stood out the most, and it drove her bloodlust further. Although a defiant soul, the overwhelming presence of the Light within him caused Kaalia's eyes to flare up with the corruption of the Dark side, her amber orbs oozing with her passion. He would fall.

With a quick motion the woman shot out of cover, removing the restraint she put on her presence in the Force. The dark aura expanded rapidly as her corrupted eyes locked with the figure of the man. She sent out a wave of energy through the Force as she tried to catch him off-guard, pushing the man into the wall behind him would it succeed. regardless of whether it worked or not, Kaalia approached the man slowly while calling out to Mirari through Force. The weapon responded by coming out of the left sleeve of her coat, neatly falling into her hand with the slightest of thuds. Grasping it tightly, she activated the lightsaber and a brilliant beam of azure blue light sprung to life. "Your kind has shackled me down for too long. Now it is time for you to die, Jedi." Her voice was coated with the slightest tinge of passion and bloodlust, slightly muffed by her respirator.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle​

Allies: First Order & Allies​

Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Allies​

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Engaging: [member="Jamie Pyne"]​

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In Vicinity:​

[member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Ara Ren"]​

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Abraxas"]​

[member="Jack Mirrikh"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]​

[ Theme ]​

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*Research*. It wasn't a lie, that much he could plainly tell by the girl's attire and equipment. They had been on relatively even ground during their last but brief encounter, Castor had been disguised in plain clothes, a blaster on his hip - this time he was more prepared. Though that seemed the case, he kept his wits about him. Once more his slow and careful steps brought him towards one of the shelves, a piece of parchment shifting along the floor. He found it amusing that the Jedi seemed to have found worth in so unholy a place for their Order. Perhaps they sought a weakness, a fundamental flaw in the Dark Side of the force or its practitioners? As she turned the question around at the Knight his expression shifted to a more neutral state, his hand reaching out to the shelf and gently retrieving a thin volume from it. With a small flick of his thumb the book opened, the pages long shut causing a small billow of dust to spring forth. While his eyes may have been focused on the book and its contents - even if only a display - his mind was focused acutely on the blonde. He noted her wary stance, and yet she held back. He could feel the tension, almost palpable between the two. Different sides of the same coin he had once thought but no.. such things were not so easily explained. Dark, Light, truthfully they were much more alike than they were different - but the Jedi would never admit such.

"Like you, I seek knowledge." While holding the sword in his right hand, the subtle movement of air caused the page to turn. "Though what would a Jedi do with the knowledge of a Sith Lord? Perhaps you seek to find a weakness, a fatal flaw in the Dark Side?" He paused for a moment, promptly snapping closed the pages and replacing the small volume.​

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Taking a step away from the shelf his now burning gaze locked onto the girl once more, a step towards her. An amused smirk played at the corner of his lips at her inquiry. Ah, the crystal. The crystal he had lost in the tunnels of Lothal. Yes, yes he had gotten a crystal but the larger one he had attempted to acquire had been lost in the cave in. A flare of orange dominated the Ren's irises for but a moment before their dark amber returned. He stood there for a moment, the heat of the planet almost fueling his emotions.. no, it was more than that. Outside the structure the aura had been significant to draw them to it but inside - the power was almost overwhelming. Surely the Jedi could feel it too.

"Unfortunately, I was unable to claim that prize, however it was not a wasted venture." A spark of light flashed in his eyes. "Can you feel that?" He asked. "The subtle darkness, the power of the Dark Side is strong here, forged into the very bastion itself. Tell me - have you never thought to seek the truth? You Jedi claim to know the truth and yet you limit yourselves. How can you ever hope to acquire full knowledge without seeing all sides of the Force?"​

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This time it was a more aggressive step forward, the blade dangling menacingly as the corners of his lips upturned into a sneer, a smile. Again the urge to simply overwhelm his opponent quickly pecked at his mind however he resisted, instead choosing to engage the woman in conversation. *To defeat an enemy... one must know them.* The irony was not lost on the Knight of Ren - the majority of the galaxy knew them only as darksiders, or inappropriately regarded them as Sith. They were more than that. As to if it would be revealed here on Mustafar had yet to be determined.

Spoiler

Castor Ren's Equipment

Armor: Armour of Ren

Weapons:

• Krigsgaldr - The Ashen Blade (Drawn)
• C-51 Charric Pistol (Holster, small of back)
• EE-3 Carbine Rifle (Modern Components, Slung)

Explosives: (In Pack/Attached)

• Flex-5 Detonite Tape (2 Rolls)
• 2 x Glop Grenades
• 1 x Cryoban Grenade

 

[Kuzo]

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Location: Mustafar Ashflats - Wreck of the FIV Frontrunner
In scene: [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Pharazon Draken"]
Nearby Allies: [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Torian Pierce"] [member="Commander Lusk"] [member="BE-183"] [member="Heidi Ziegler"] [member="AR-3752"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Arthan Corvax"]
Nearby Enemies: [member="HK-36"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Six-O"] [member="Aver Brand"] [member="Elliot Locke"]

"I need you to sit down for a couple seconds Ma'am," Irajah said gently but firmly as she closed the distance between them.

What she'd do after that was less important. It would be as soon as this was dealt with, but Irajah moved from job to job, emergency to emergency one thing at a time. Flipping open the portal med kit, she found the items she needed by touch alone while her eyes cast over the gash on the other woman's head. Not too deep, wasn't even bleeding that badly, which was a minor miracle for a head wound.

Once Natasi was sitting, she shone a light back and forth between her eyes for a second, noting pupil balance, size and reaction. All good, though a touch wide- a little bit of shock, but that could be expected in a situation like this. Ultimately, Fortan needed something to do. Fortunately, there would be no lack of things that required the Grand Moff's attention.

"Clean cut, it'll heal alright," she said a moment after clicking the light off. She cleaned the gash swiftly before applying a thin line of liquid to it. It would sting, but the skin would tighten, pulling both sides against each other. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than a bulky bandage in the situation.

"If you start feeling nauseated or dizzy, tell me, immediately" she said pulling back and packing her kit back up.

That indicated well enough what Irajah's intentions were. She had no interest in letting Natasi out of her sight. She couldn't be completely certain that there was no cranial bleeding, and she wasn't going to have them find out when she was here, making people comfortable who she couldn't really help. There were medics beside her on board better suited to the 'sit and wait' quality that staying behind with the Frontrunner would entail.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Outside Vader's Castle
Enemy: [member="Atheus"], [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Ally: Smear [member="Zmej Ren"]
Theme: Serious Duel Music

It's time to​

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Whilst the duel below continued to unfold, it seemed the cyborg was hankering for pain-kering (See what I did there? It's funny because it's a play-on-words pun and puns are funny. Thank you, Laffy Taffy wrappers). It metaphysically frosted Jack's figurative buttons that so many only sought the physical destruction of others and left the social, mental and spiritual aspects on the curb to pick through later. What shocked and, ultimately, angered Jack more was what came next.

He could sense the accrual of power focusing into the hand(s) of Atheus, but it was a perturbing thing to sense, indeed. Somehow, despite being surrounded by the powerful presence of the Dark Side, Atheus' willpower remained iron tight, for Jack could not sense the energy of the Dark Side entering this man. He remained a solid bastion of grey apathy and, to Jack, Apathy was Death. This man drew upon nature itself, twisting it to his will in the name of neutrality.

Jack was at a loss for words and it was this response that left him less prepared.

"Son of a---!" yelled Jack as lightning shot forward. The proper instinct should have been to catch the lightning with his lightsaber, but his mind had been clouded with scurrying thought. So, instead, he did the next best thing and tilted his hover board to block the entirety of the attack. The craft glowed brighter than ever before and then started shorting and struggling. A repulsor started casting sparks and there was a small explosion from the initial impact. A cascade failure triggered across the board and it was through its last throes of life and Jack's use of the Force that the board and Jack made their way down upon the black soil on an unsteady flight path.

As he descended and before he faced his enemy, his mind continued to whirl with thought.

How was this possible?? It was impossible to create or destroy energy, so Atheus had to have spawned natural lightning from altering the environment. Yet, there was no evidence anywhere that he had committed nuclear fission to free the electrons to negatively charge the neutral oxygen atoms and attack Jack. Jack couldn't fathom how Atheus had managed to pull off this attack and that fear of the unknown crept into his bones; made him fearful; made him angry. Not only did he have the gall to be Grey, but he was able to subvert the known laws of science to suit his needs. In Jack's eyes, that made him a perversion of...no, IN nature.

Plus, he had destroyed his hover board. Jack was furious. All these thoughts played out in his mind in a short time, as thought processes were much faster than physical action.

"You!" he yelled at his aggressor. Actually, as he said it, he found it ironic that a member of a light sided faction had instigated violence against him. He so wanted to enjoy that morsel of hypocrisy, but the current conditions only served to make it yet another point of contention in his angered mind.

"You are not natural, Grey Walker! By killing you, it will be the Dark Side that ironically heals the galaxy of you!"

With his lightsaber held in a passive stance, he reveled in the Dark energy around him and called upon it to summon three Spears of Midnight Black. The plethora of Dark force energy was so willing and ready to be crafted for dark purpose. Giving over to the darkness of this place, he was able to make three in the span of time it would have required to make one, which was already a simple task.

None could see these spears, not even Jack, but they could be sensed through the Force, their presence unmistakable as they had been formed from the powerful Dark Side presence here. He gladly welcomed one more black stain upon his broken heart in return for the power it gave him.

While holding two in the air above him, he spun one of the Darkshears like a bullet is spun going down the length of a grooved barrel. He let fly this Darkshear upon his aberrant opponent.

 

[Zmej Ren]

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Allies: [member="Jack Mirrikh"]
Enemies: [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Atheus"] [member="Keira Ticon"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Equipment: Battle armour, X-11E Sonic Rifle, M1-VX Grenades, Lightsaber

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All concentration was lost when the strike hit, removing all pressure that threatened to crush his heart. There was no keeping it up when relentlessly attacked, simply not offering her enough time to deliver fatal, irreversible damage to his organ. The punch – if it could be called like that – effectively pinned her to the platform, a powerful slam hoping to claim her consciousness and life while eliciting an audible gasp. It would have likely succeeded at sending her mind to the realms of oblivion if not for adrenaline pumping furiously, heart beating hard and fast. Just as before, the helmet bore the brunt of the impact, preventing the knight’s brain from turning into mashed eggs and shards of bone, though the combination of impervium and phrik suffered, at least according to the internal HUD that flickered, displaying warnings and inaccurate readings signing damaged sensors. Salty liquid brushed against her lips, positively revealing the substance smeared across her face was blood. She must have suffered a cut on her forehead, possibly a broken nose, something – she’d have plenty of time to treat it later, it mattered not right now.

Panic took roots in the Ren’s black heart – knowing what the nerve agent did to its victims, Zmej loathed the very idea of succumbing to this particular weapon. Dying itself did not scare her – she hated the thought of suffering terribly, knowing only more pain awaited until her insides inevitably burst and death mercifully freed her spirit. Even the slightest crack would make the nightmarish thought a reality. Although willing to die for the Supreme Leader, she didn’t want to go out like this, a victim to her own weapon.

Pain, frustration, anger, fear, it all poured into the dark side's reservoirs. Just as the chaotic whirlwhind of emotions reached the breaking point, she experienced a sudden rush of dark power filling her veins, like the sweetest of drugs.

Protecting the helmet became absolutely crucial. Both arms raced to cover the expressionless mask shielding her face from the lethal nerve gas, leaving her blinded as well. The task of revealing her surroundings fell to the Force, which provided a fairly accurate mental image. Still, the young knight realized a distraction was needed, anything to stop the crushing punches before one finally managed to score a lucky hit. Without her hands, the only thing she could do was kick. Once more, she silently thanked Sieger for the suit of armour. Just like an animal backed into a corner, Zmej Ren lashed out, a strike filled with fury and frustration as her plated boot quickly rushed to impact the man’s knee to either injure or stagger him. A simple, yet effective strike.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

All art credit for banners to FO people who made them!

BARKHESH
SOUTH PLAINS
GA BASE/CONVOY ROUTE AIRSPACE
10 Minutes until World Shield is up. Still under the Darksky Shield.

ALLIES: Galactic Alliance and Outer Rim Coalition
Aeron Kreelan - OP prex, ground commander at base
[member="Michael Sardun"] - brooding at base with Aeron and Dax
[member="Laira Vereen"] - Y-wing tail gunner trying to get some Jorus tail
[member="Alyce Hawke"] - flying nearby; pew pewing any First Order Dropships
[member="Dax Fyre"] - At GA Base with Aeron and Michael
[member="Grozkalla"] - coordinating ground stuff, incl. anti-air missiles; charging Kaine and Co.

ENEMIES: First Order
[member="Darth Carnifex"] - rocking his blessed oils; walking inbound
[member="Koshka Scalvez"] - wetting himself at the presence of Carnifex; crashed?
[member="Jude Falkrowe"] - being not!Khaleel; cursing Kaine and crashed

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Now that was a proposal as she ever heard any; immediately [member="Dax Fyre"] had hiked up a few levels in Aeron’s personal spectrum.

“A man after my own heart.” she managed to quip, although glib enough to discern that she was mildly sarcastic as much as well, serious. Maybe. It was Aeron. A quick click clink and the Prex checked the power cell of her blaster.

“We already have contact with the inbound First Order shuttles. We don’t know how much more there maybe out there.” Swiveling her head, she shot a nod over to the comm’s officers.

“They said that one of our Jedi counterparts spotted a few First Order shuttles up on the Northern side of the valley.” that place was nothing but scattered temples and ruin; very little ground for large ships to land.

“We already have inbound forces to go scout and take care of what may be out there, but I wouldn't put it past these karkers to come on over our direction.” the GA base was located on a flat area of the valley that allowed larger ships to land and to offload large cargo; if the First Order wanted to land larger ships than your standard shuttle, they’d have to come here first -- and Aeron wasn’t about to skimp on the welcoming committee.

“Come on,” she holstered her weapons and took hold of her helm, fingers curling round it. With contact already made out in front of the base, there was little time.

“We are currently under this Darkshield, but most of our entries are underground -- I wouldn’t put it past someone trying to sneak in to try and take that generator out.”

A glance went over to [member="Michael Sardun"]’s direction. Another snort -”Yeah, yeah -- keep telling yourself that.”

The Prex then gave another glance at Dax, the trio now heading over towards the hanger.

“Any extra eyes in the air are valuable -- but if you feel like decking it out on the ground, the invitation is there.”

Back at central command, Wue Ven, base commander of this particular base sent out a comm message to [member="Alyce Hawke"], [ This is base command to Rogue Squadron -- I know you are flying hot, but keep an eye out for any potential incoming. You have support with [member="Jorus Merrill"] and the other Y-Wings to keep control of those skies. ]

So far, the plan of getting the planet properly defended and in a preparation state for any First Order waves of forces was coming together. Those endless drills from being at the border for surveillance was paying off. The question was, however, just what else might come at them?

Across the entire sector, Galactic Alliance outposts were constantly communicating with FLEETCOM on Sullust, Eriadu, Elrood, and Karffedion. Ambassador Arieth zy'Vranthi had taken the lead at ensuring communication and working with the Triumvirate as the Sitrep continuously kept updating.

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"What is the status of Asmeru, Rutan, Barkhesh, and Mustafar?" the woman inquired, voices abuzzed around the command array that displayed the entire sector in holographic form.

"We are sending reinforcements to Mustafar. We have yet to receive any update from Baron [member="HK-36"], but Ocher squadron along with the ground troops have arrived. Intelligence and descriptions from HK-36's mayday call has determined that the bulk of the First Order Forces are convening here -- at this mining facility."

Arieth's eyes gave a listless blink.

"Anywhere else?"

"Still waiting, however, the New Jedi Order has elements down there that went in for research purposes. We have been attempting to get in contact with [member="Sarge Potteiger"] or Master [member="Taeli Raaf"] to determine if anything is amiss."

"Rutan?"

"Rutan is in the process of activating their worldshield, only a few minutes behind Barkhesh."

Another nod.

"Get me in contact with whoever is at Asmeru -- I need to know exactly what is going on there." Areith stated, the order promptly complied as a message was sent to [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] 's last known position.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Enemies: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Allies: [member="Atheus"], [member="Keira Ticon"]

Fury.

Malice.

Agony.

Bloodlust.

All of the things Jedi were taught to object to permeated the rocky outcropping where two creatures of the night were entangled in a deadly embrace. All the while, a fog of murderous orange billowed around them, licking hungrily at any opportunity to seep in and sow its plague. The harvest seemed soon at hand.

Reddened as though by fire, Alkor's eyes had gone bloodshot as his body rejected the toxin. His hot breath had dried out, and his movements were no longer those of a human. Every punch, every grunt, every rasp came out guttural and demonic.

Her hands flew high to deny him, and Alkor continued to slam brutally into her defenses. His mind was gone, his body rapidly breaking, but his vigor refused to yield. He needed her death. More than he needed to live, now, this Knight of the Darkness had fashioned herself into the victim he craved.

Her very struggle validated his existence. The urge to break her sustained him against the fiery sensation that Mustafar itself did nothing to abate. For Alkor, there was no peace. There had never been. Even in the hours to come, where his body would consume itself as the darkness burned and boiled his blood, he would find no respite from the pain she had given him.

But pain was fuel for power.

Alkor's lips rent open as she kicked at him, and he staggered backward from her with his head reared back. His lungs writhed under the pressure and acidic heat of the Vee Ex toxin, compounded to an inferno by the darkness of the Force itself. At such critical mass, there was only one thing a scion of true suffering could do.

From deep within his soul, he poured out the contents of his lungs. His heart palpated as the world itself trembled at his banshee wail, and his body shivered as all else became silent beneath the sound.

His Force Scream ripped through the fabric of reality, tearing at rock and biting into metal indiscriminately. The walls of Vader's castle shook and bits of foundation cracked. Lava spat and bent to his wicked will, and the toxin was flung wildly in every direction, scattered by tremendous force.

Inadvertently, the Knight of Ren was saved from the cruel fate of her toxin- but her savior was not interested in her well-being, as she would quickly learn.

Alkor shuddered as his blood burned, and wounds both internal and external wracked him all at once. Still, he refused to fall. His eyes were fastened on the woman, ruled by hatred. Though he could not move, and his breaths were fast, laborious, and rife with suffering, his stare would haunt her nightmares.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

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Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle​

Allies: Galactic Alliance & Allies​

Enemies: First Order & Allies​

Directly Engaging: [member="Castor Ren"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sf6LD2B_kDQ

That was the trouble with folks, always assuming the worst in others. Was she searching for some hidden weakness in the dark side of the Force? Something to combat the Sith, or the Ren? Was she looking for some ancient secret tucked away beneath the stonework of the single most villainous Sith Lord to have ever walked the earth beneath her very feet? Would she then take that secret to the Jedi and begin the crusades once more to purge the darkness from the galaxy? All of those questions were likely running through the older man's mind as he peered lazily at the time worn book in his free hand. None of that were further from the truth, however. "A weakness?" To the best of her findings the Force was the balance of itself. It required no wielders to find balance. It simply was. "There is no weakness to the Force. Dark, light. Like poles to a magnet they can repel one another with equal force, or attract with the same."

Her slender hand ran through golden strands behind her ear, brushing it back.

"We, are the weakness."​

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As Castor set the book back and took another small advance towards her, Jamie felt a small tremor run up her back, despite the heat seeping through the open area, a chill set in. Perhaps if the advantage didn't belong to the Ren she would have smiled at his misfortune back on Lothal, having lost the crystal to the collapse. Now? He was clad in a warrior's armor while she stood opposite, as vulnerable as a moisture farmer on Tatooine. Jamie was a renowned fencer back on Naboo, and had been exceptionally trained by her master, but Castor did still have a rather large weapon, and armor. Tempting fate wasn't always the best approach, not unless he wouldn't have it any other way.

The blonde swallowed the knot that had formed in her throat by Castor's advance, cementing herself in position, asserting herself. "Research is how to understand the Force. The dark side corrupts within and without. It's well known." A finger raised, pointing to the man's face, notably his eyes. "I can already see it in you." Her head shifted, locks of hair dancing freely from left to right. "That is one of many truths. Do you not see that?" Practitioners of the dark side frequently spoke of the truth, yet refused to acknowledge the truth of corruption. "I don't understand everything." She enunciated, "That's why I'm here. To better understand."

The words rolled off her tongue in her Nabooian accent as thick as he would recall. Her heritage having roots in the Sith Lord's former master's birthplace. A history tainted by such a villainous being. "Tell me, how do you hope to understand the Force by your dismissal of the light?" In this she expected the typical clichè of the weakness in the light, but she posed the question nonetheless. "I apologize, I never caught your name." An odd thing to ask mid-conversation, perhaps, but she was a curious little bee.

Spoiler

Equipment:

• Lightsaber: Daylight
• Camera: XL-344 Prototype
• Force Artifact: Knight's Band
• Force Artifact: Bracelet