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

[Aver Brand]

MUSTAFAR
Location: Mensix Mining Facility > Landing pads
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Ultimatum"]
Disengaging: [member="Rolf Amsel"]
Gear in bio

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

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Copper and salt in her mouth as she twisted back to her feet. Her back wasn’t too thrilled about that impromptu landing, but KIG had served its purpose. Aver was buzzed, clipped, and more or less pissed off about it. Clearly she was out of shape, if it was taking her this frakking long to clean up a damn stormie. An honest-to-Sith storm-frakking-trooper.

Pathetic.

With a sneer too full of teeth, the merc reached deep down within herself, to that writhing, screaming sliver of [member="Reverance"]. Her fingers spread to call the familiar shape of her weapon, worn leather fit to her palm – another mechanical extension of her body. Didn’t light it yet though, no point in rushing through that mess while the Mandalorian was working his magic.

Speaking of – “Vereen. Vader’s castle is getting too hot for the Alliance, looks like. Keep that ass of yours whole, yeah?” She smiled, let out a throaty chuckle. “I’m running one of their dropships into that party. Gonna dampen the mood a bit.” The comms were full of requests for assistance, mentions of Sith and Ren all over the place.

Not to brag, but that was her specialty.

First, a struggling trooper to deal with. She was half-tempted to play around a bit simply because he was so gifted at surviving— but money was calling. He picked himself up, visor dented and scratched from her fist. If he somehow lived through the Dragon tripping on a full squad of drained soldiers, the stormie would be left with a pretty sweet souvenir.

One big fat ‘if’, though.

Then that pesky grenade was in the air, and the kid gloves went flying off like the bra off a dancer in the pits of Nadir.

Her free hand shot forward, body already on the move. As she rushed to the side, Aver returned the cryoban to the trooper with a precise push of the Force. By the time it reached him, he would likely be poised to stab Vereen. Would’ve been a fun situation to watch unfold, but the merc had other plans.

They involved the hesitant crowd of First Order soldiers on the walkway, a steep fall, and one smokin’ hot lava bath.

CERS and the Force both roared through her, empowering her to clear the corridor in the time it took a human to raise a blaster. Her shield was up, to deflect the sloppy fire that managed to hit her in that split second.

Aver charged into their midst, grin smeared across her face. Her body was a machine, efficient and methodical; her mind was focused, her heartbeat even; her goal was clear, path laid out in full; and her lightsaber – her lightsaber sang, virgin white to mock the rivers of blood it would shed so long as Yigdris drew breath. It had carved swaths through a hundred battlefields, from Manaan to Contruum, and much like its wielder, time had only made it sharper. By the time the surprise and confusion wore off, the mercenary had run the burning plasma into a dozen armor gaps, shoving stormies over the edge with her shield or the Force.

It was a dirty, violent melée, and Aver felt right at home.

 

[Hansen]

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FN-888
Rutan Surface, Forest, Enroute to Surveillance Outpost.
Allies: First Order Forces and Registered Allies.
Enemies: Galactic Alliance Forces and Registered Allies.

Spoiler: Equipment

• 1x FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour (Red Officer-Pauldron)
• 1x T-7 Ion Disruptor
• 1x F-11D Blaster Rifle
• 1x SE-44C Blaster Pistol
• 1x Z6 Riot Control Baton
• 1x N-20 Baradium-core thermal detonator
• 2x M1-VX "Vee Ex" Grenades
• 3x M1-NR "Nerve" Autoinjector

Helden's armour smacks and clangs against her body, she pants heavily closing the distance to that little indigo diamond on her helmet mounted display '600m' the tiny distance indicator crowning the shape reads. "Almost there, got to keep going." Helden heaves out some self-encouragement and sapphire coloured spheres dart around searchingly for Zero, closing the distance between the two Troopers at last catching sight of the near superhuman agile Zero. "Zero! We're six-hundred out from the target area, keep going!" Joan's left gloves come away from disruptor and she throws it in the diamond's direction, which by extension indicates the bearing of their prize; The yet still concealed SIS Surveillance Facility, or rather the event horizon of the shield protecting it. If Helden's suspicion was right they'd lose contact with Devastator after they entered, there would be no help until they could remotely disable the shield from somewhere inside the facility but for the Stormtrooper Officer this is a secondary concern. Helden's legs take greater strides still; Tired but strong she pushes on, still yet trying to keep the pace with her far more agile and lithe subordinate. This is one of Joan's many qualities that saw her climb to the ranks of a Commissioned Officer from a humble Squad Leader, to Sergeant, Lieutenant now as a Captain; Tenacity unbound. All those who knew her history within The Stormtrooper Corps would be ignorant to believe that she would do anything but fight to her last breath, the reason for this was simple and not complicated; Helden fought to not be killed, to kill or be killed beneath all of her training. Helden hoped the day would never come where she would be disarmed, taken prisoner and threatened with death for not even Joan was certain she could refuse co-operating when threatened with a slow and painful death. Sparing nary a glance over shoulder to examine who and what if anything is following them, Joan decides it would be better right now not to know with her heart beating in throat fuelling a primal and base fear of Death.


[member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Vexen"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Maria Natalja"] [member="FN-4077"]

 

[Kaili Talith]

https://gfycat.com/WholeLeanEmperorpenguin​

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[Kaili's Armor] [Serenity of Inari]

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[member="Allyson Locke"]

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That poke on the girl’s shoulder.

“Allyson for feth’s sake, stop!” The words popped out of Kaili’s mouth at their own volition. “I know you made me that promise, but I am not some helpless princess who intends to sit around some boardroom all day pretending to enjoy business talks I have no interest in, waiting for my girlfriend to come home.”

“No. When you were gone with the Rogues, I trailed and stopped pirates from massacring a whole ship’s worth of refugees. When you were gone, I infiltrated the stronghold of a crime lord that had stolen a shipment of my droids and brought him to justice.” Kaili was positively fuming by that point. “You were gone so many times that I have never had the chance to show you that I am not helpless, that I am more capable than you seem to think I am.”

“It’s insulting to think that you don’t trust me and my abilities enough to stop and think for a second that maybe I am more capable of helping you than you seem to believe I am.” Kaili shook her head. “Stop seeing me as this- this-”

“Housewife!” Kaili burst. “I wanted you to leave the Rogues because I wanted you to come with me! I wanted you to see what I do. No, what I want to do when I am not forced to play pretend with investors.”

“I’ve stared death in the eyes before and come out unharmed. Today will not be the last.”

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[Samka Derith]

Location: Darth Vader's Castle, moving from entrance hallway
Disengaging: [member="Sarge Potteiger"], [member="Ty Rellius"]
Allies: [member="Kriel Firin"]


With her Drain ongoing she could feel her foe bracing for an attack and prepared as best she could. The wave that followed thus did little more than knock her back a few steps and break the flow of the Drain. She watched her former Master take a step forwards and breathed deeply in exhilaration, a half smile crossing her face. She was excited to see Talon Ren in action against the enemy. Yet, she realised, she didn't have the time left to spare. Regretfully, she took one step backwards from Talon and the armoured figure.

"You're more powerful. Crush him," she hissed to her former Master. It was an odd way of showing it but this was Samka's attempt of encouragement to someone she was rather fond of. There was a chance, however skilled he was, that Talon may not come out of this alive. None of them might. As much as she tried to quell the feelings, they still bothered her. Her thoughts passed to the others, to [member="Ara Ren"] looking so nervous during landing, [member="Zmej Ren"] who was showing so much promise and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] who was finally attuned to the Dark Side. But most of all, her mind lingered on [member="Mishel Ren"], unlike the others, the teenager was directly her responsibility. If anything happened to Mishel, it would be her failure. Her guilt to bare. So that was why she had to leave. She had to complete the mission, this way the fighting could end quicker and their people could be safe to fight on another day.

And so she exited in much the same way she engaged, this time an athletic back flip away and towards the main stairway leading to the rest of the Castle. The sounds of battle echoed through the darkened halls and she weaved through routes mapped by her droids to avoid them. She was headed for co-ordinates forwarded earlier, the one not covered by [member="Connor Harrison"]. The journey was a long one given she was avoiding encountering the foe as best she could. The corridors were long and winding and the further she went, the more the Dark Side seemed to play with her mind. Sinister heavy breathing seemed to follow her every step as cold fear crept up her back. No. Samka snarled. The Dark Side was her ally and would not deter her.

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As the doors hissed open, the young Ren found herself facing a series of pods. It was some kind of laboratory but the strength of the Dark Side here... it wasn't as powerful as she expected. This probably wasn't what she was looking for but took a few steps forwards out of curiosity. Gazing into the pod, the girl could make out a skeleton within. It looked human or at least was human at some point. The being within had been warped and disfigured somehow, that much was clear from the awkward fractures and twists in the bones. Failed experiments of some kind, long dead, abandoned to their fate.

Suddenly a siren broke out followed almost immediately by the sound of doors opening and metallic footsteps. Samka rolled her eyes and sighed in indignation. She turned to see a squad of droids approaching her, blaster rifles pointed in the Ren's direction. She gritted her teeth, Darth Vader's personal army had survived and awakened to defend his property.

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Spoiler

OOC note: Droids in question. Now wandering in the Castle, feel free to include their presence in your posts/stories if you so desire

 

[Erinyes Draclau]

Location: Darth Vader's Castle
Arriving upon Mustafar's surface to Vader's Castle.
NPCS- Various Jedi Masters, Knights, and Jedi Service Corps troops in either Standard robes or Jedi Guardian Heavy Armor Robes, Standard Lightsabers, Standard Jedi Light Shields

The first wave of shuttles would descend upon Mustafar's arid and sulfuric environment. The landing pad was covered in assassination droids but the first wave of Jedi Service Corps and GADF troops were able to clear a path to allow a few of the shuttles to land.

Erinyes felt the blast of heat upon her skin as soon as the airlock door slid open. Beside her, Grand Master Omai Rhen surveyed the scene with his steely blue eyes. He could feel the Darkside radiate from this place. An assassain droid came bounding over to their direction, and with a deep breath that scalded the lungs, the Grand Marshal shut his eyes.

And sank into the welcoming arms of the Force.

In an instant he was airborne, sailing up into the sky amidst the dark plumes of ash and the glowing amber of the lava lake that surrounded the ruins of Darth Vader's castle.

He was not alone. The flurry of a kaleidoscope of lightsabers burst into existence, the Jedi rushing forward to strike down at the assassin droids covering the entrance.

http://i.imgur.com/No3YJnE.gifv

Erinyes was not far behind.

"Stand tall," the young Shi'ido replied, "Walk swiftly; and be wary of the temptation of the Dark."

The droids that had been disturbed by [member="Samka Derith"] would find no better foil to combat them.

"Secure the ruins."

Using her comm, the Shi'ido Jedi Master sent word to the following allies. [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Ty Rellius"].

[ Master Raaf; this is Jedi Master Draclau; Reinforcements have arrived. Pray giveth direction to where thy require the most aide. ]

Slowly, but surely they began to make way with the full intention of securing the entrance and the surrounding ruins of the Darkside infused castle.

The Grand Marshal of the New Jedi Order leading the defense.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Vader's Castle​

Allies: Galactic Alliance/NJO ([member="Liliane"] [member="Erinyes Draclau"])​

Enemies: First Order/Knights of Ren (nearby [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Connor Harrison"])​

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Directly Engaging: No one as of yet, but soon [member="Cameron Centurion"]​

Gear: In signature​

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She had just reached the chamber she had left Connor in and... her nostrils flared in annoyance when she was he wasn't there. That man... oh she could just strangle him right now, both literally and figuratively. She was about to reach out through the Force to find his presence, and do something quite debilitating when... bright sparks in the Force were arriving, piercing through the darkness that flowed around the castle. The Jedi were arriving in force, although she did sense a brand new dark signature.

[ Master Raaf; this is Jedi Master Draclau; Reinforcements have arrived. Pray giveth direction to where thy require the most aide. ]

"Master Draclau, we have several Knights of Ren in the lower levels of the castle and still more at the entrance and upper levels," she said into her comm. "We need to stop them from gaining any ground or finding any of the secrets that might still be lurking in the castle. Failing that, we need to stop them from escaping with anything."

Closing her comm, she was also surprised to feel the presence of the Grand Marshal himself with the newly arrived reinforcements. If he was taking the field, then the New Jedi Order was truly moving to a war footing. With more Jedi arriving, she was cautiously optimistic now that they could deny the Knights of Ren from gaining the ruins. Still... she turned her attention to that powerful new dark presence that had arrived, calling him to come to her.

"I'll be holding one of their forces in the lower smelting chamber," she added into the comm before closing it again. She settled herself onto the floor, and waited... but not before she sent a quiet and sharp flash of annoyance directly towards Connor's presence and mind.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Barkhesh North Engagement
Allies: The First Order
Enemies: [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Rebel Sunka"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"]
Equipment: Graush Dynasty Armour, Hydrastaff, X-11E

A'sharad was sent backwards by the teenager's mysterious cybernetic arm, the repulsors in place of the Force launching him back in their close proximity. When the Sith Lord slid across the grassy plains, his left hand planted itself into the ground, slowing his momentum as the first Alliance Operative began firing their heavy blaster pistol at him - specifically at the lower portion of his legs. With the momentum slowed, instead of actually threatening his leg joints, bolts struck the duraplast shins and thighs in place of his feet and knees, a discharge of energy in the form of sparks and a whining sound as the Sith Lord pushed himself back up to his feet.

That was the second opponent was descending upon him, quite literally.

Through the roll, his hand had clenched, tightening on the Hydrastaff still in his hand, straightening and hardening into a five headed spear. Reversing the end so that the bottom part was facing outwards in place of the heads, Graush's staff leapt outwards to slap the blades back, the Force enhancing both his speed and his strength when he parried the blades, one into the other and potentially causing the Jedi to injure himself with his own blades. Whether that was a sliced leg, or a wounded arm, it made no matter to the Sith Lord. The tips of his blades were leading him to the ground, and whether A'sharad was capable of making the man use his own weapons against himself, it'd make no difference for the parry came before the sentient landed. The bottom end of the staff started from the left of A'sharad, and would've ended at his right through the parry.

Still, the Sith Lord didn't stop moving, a bruise having formed on his thigh underneath his bodyglove from where one of the bolts from the heavy blaster had struck him. It'd slow him, but it wasn't perceptible yet.

Regardless of where the third one with the dark hair came from with his feints.

The previous parry would've left the the heads of the hydrastaff raising from behind his right leg. Leaning into that right side and lowering himself, the hydra-spear was struck just below where all the heads connected and would eventually section off into the five different heads. The attack was halted with a solid block. Hydrastaff heads angled upwards, spewing venom upwards behind the back of A'sharad right into Trextan's face just as the Sith Lord was reaching out to the Mirialan with his left hand, force pulling her to him as soon as the flash of the ion beamer lurched out to him.

Should the Jedi Knight be wrenched off of her feet, she would've been meeting the bottom end of the staff striking her roughly in the midsection to potentially force her over onto its end. Still, the ion beamer striking him had the energy flash across his suit, the dispersing plates evenly spreading it out, as the Epicant-Hybrid employed the Force to push him past his own physical limitations within and outside of the armour.

The stormtroopers that fought in the surrounding area would've stood their ground, no matter the numbers that the Galactic Alliance brought. Their mission was to hold the outpost while the First Order's allies and Operatives fought in the South. The Sith Lord had chosen the battlefield that made him dependent upon those he didn't know, and most certainly didn't trust. Either he held out here, or he retreated, the latter a thing he wasn't intent on doing.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Location: Barkhesh North Plain
Objective 1: Hold the lines
Allies: [member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="Rebel Sunka"] | [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
Enemies: [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Braith Achlys"]
Gear:, blasters, taozin amulet
Gear: Thunderclap | Woebringer | Taozin Amulet | Backpack with bottle of whiskey, and her red feat

Rekha saw that the Woebringer had not done quite the damage she had hoped for and he was still moving. Feth. Rekha had to move she did not have the protection that the others seemed to have she needed, a shield.

Anything that would take the damage she scanned the field of tall grass, the irrigation ditch still seemed to have some merit. But she looked at what was happening with her companions and she knew that if she ran to the ditch they would be left open.

She could only do one thing she put the thunderclap into her other hand. If anything she would continue to user her blaster to give them time to recover, move, and attack.

Rekha stood up, feet apart planted just about shoulder width apart staring over to where the Sith had taken up position she let loose the blaste aiming now for his staff and his chest. She had a feeling she couldn't destroy the staff, but if she could place a few shots just so maybe she could get it out of his hand. Maybe it would give them a little more wiggle room. Rekha noticed that while the Woebringer's shots seemed to go right where she wanted then go wide she'd have to adjust the site but for now it made for a good distraction. One shot in, one shot wide and repeated each time she pulled the trigger.

She was trying to give them the cover they needed.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Location: Vader's Castle, Sith Temple​

Enemies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Anika Nygaard"], GA​

Allies: [member="Stardust Raxis"] ,FO​

Directly engaging: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]​

Gear: Lightsaber, Life support Armor​

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Kyrel growled angrily as the sword struck the back of his armor, the armor flashed sending sparks everywhere and denting the armor but not penetrating the cortosis weaved cape, or causing significant damage to the mix of Phrik,Durasteel, and Duraplast within the armor learning much from the Battle of Kaeshana his armor was a lot stronger than the last time able to withstand multiple strikes of a Lightsaber and able to remain intact. Kyrel carefully turned and moved his blade vertically to clash with the Firemane's sword his rising anger and pain giving him strength he jumped back several feet using the force to aid his movements and allowing him enough time to end the fight if he so wished, with little time he had to move quickly. He than yelled in a roar of rage. "ENOUGH! I grow weary of these games, Raxis with me we have a task to complete." He said using a burst of speed to increase his movements and create a line between him, his ally, and the enemies that stood before him. He deactivated his lightsaber and quickly placed it back to his belt as he attempted to concentrate extending both of his metal hands out using the force to bring the ceiling crashing down violently on his foes.

The ceiling shook and roared as cracks spread quickly through Kyrel's will. Within moments large rocks fell attempting to separate the two opposing forces in the midst of combat. The rocks crashed on Anika first bringing her out of the fight with Kyrel, the rest of the rocks caved in on the space between the Firemane and Ren as Kyrel's dark will was imposed through the force and within minutes the path before them was completely covered in tons of rock, several small rocks rolled down the pile as Kyrel examined it closely for a minute his breathing moving in a slow but steady rhythm his hands resting comfortably on his sides. He than finally spoke coldly turning his head to the Twi'lek. "Time is short Raxis, we must move with haste, our destination is not far I can feel the dark presence growing stronger with each passing moment." He turned on his heal as he walked purposely along the dark corridor hoping that the enemy would not capture them. Kyrel felt a pang of disappointment as he thought to himself. 'A pity I had hoped for Jedi, but instead I merely encountered Rabble unworthy of wielding the force, but Soon I shall face the true enemy soon enough'

He walked carefully along the path allowing the thought of facing a true Jedi bring him some comfort, he had craved to fight against the true enemies of the Ren, but than all who dared stand against the will of the Supreme Leader would face the wraith of the Ren, Kyrel would certainty make sure of that as the Jedi represented such a threat. He could feel his strength slowly be rejuvenated within himself as using Force Rage against his enemies, weakening him considerably but the dark side was all that one needed and both the dark presence and the dark side nexus was slowly but surely restoring himself from the duel he fought not just minutes earlier. Kyrel heard the voice in his head speak as he approached a room different, it had several columns around it with some words at type Kyrel could read Tomb of Darth Thaxsis Lord of Mustafar. The room was filled with torches as Kyrel walked slowly feeling a most peculiar feeling, he than felt he had finally reached where he was directed but he had wondered why.

The Sith spirit known as Lord Thaxsis paced for what seemed like forever clearly anxious to see the armored figure. He had managed to set another piece in motion, the activation of the droids of the one known as 'Vader' used soon he would gain possession of a new body and hoped to command the army of automatons to enact revenge on all his enemies. Than he stopped sensing the one he wanted approach, his mouth curled into what would look into a feral grin as he sensed his prey come closer practically seeing his figure approach the doorway. When he saw Kyrel approach he was surprised he was in the spitting image of the Sith that once ruled over his place centuries earlier, he found it ironic in a sense but nonetheless the boy would do as a host. Kyrel stood there in shock as he had never been the one to encounter ancient spirits or ghosts of any sort, but regardless he stood his ground fixing the dark apparition an icy stare. "What or who are you" He asked as he could sense Kyrel's anger rising. He let out a dark chuckle answering the mechanical monstrosity with a dark yet sickly sweet tone that sounded raspy but boomed throughout the room meaningfully that could freeze an ordinary man in his tracks. "Greetings Child, I congratulate you on making it this far, we have much to discuss you and I." He noticed the man's Twi'lek companion but was not interested in him as the real fun was about to begin.




Location: Vader's Castle, Sith Temple
Enemies: Galactic Alliance and First Order
Allies: None
Gear: E-5 Blaster Rifles

The storage room that was deep within the temple was mostly quiet, there were several racks of what some would perceive as ancient droids across the room. The room was covered in dust not being in used in centuries as in the middle of the room sat a mini factory inactive for the better part of 800 years as it was covered in a mess of large Wires and apparatuses along with opening slots of some kind. Thaxsis dark influence had spread across to this very room as within moments through his dark will and his power in the dark side, It was as if in an instant the room's lights began to glow and power systems began turning on. The droids on the racks eyes began to glow as they dropped to the ground landing with little ease, they're photoreceptors glowed brightly as they assessed the room around them their enhanced hearing heard the sounds of battle as one of the them spoke in a mechanical cold tone. "Execute Priority Alpha- 668, Eliminate all Intruders." The mini factory than started coming to life producing droids within the inside as many droids began falling from the racks readying their E-5 Blaster rifles, they started walking out of the room in squads with the intent to kill.

They were no being unleashed as if a swarm was being set loose on the caste. They had fan out into separate squads going in all directions first through the temple, and than through the magma caves below and the Castle on the upper levels. They were strictly given orders by their master Lord Vader prior to his departure to oversee the Second Death Star on the Forest moon of Endor to protect his home giving them the code Alpha-668 meaning that if anyone were to enter the Castle unless it was him eliminate all hostiles by any means. They would follow this task with their enhanced hearing they marched to the sounds of footsteps and lightsaber clashes, some of the BX-Commando droids sported Genosian wings and were able to travel through these wings much quicker to there targets.

One squad went to the magma caves only to encounter a figure dressed in armor from head to toe sending out a transmission they raised they're blaster rifles and attacked the one known as [member="Connor Harrison"] repeating the same words in the mechanical tone. "Execute Alpha-668, death to the fleshlings." Of course since the Shu-Torun War they had still kept some of the traits from the murderous droid known as Triple Zero in they're programming growing an increasing dislike for organics since then and craved their flesh.

One squad approached to attack the purple haired Ren known as [member="Samka Derith"] saying to her as they raised their blasters and started firing rapidly. "Execute Alpha-668, Priority eliminate intruders and collect flesh." They had made no error in what they were saying. Clearly they desired to also follow Triple Zero's idea of gathering their victim's blood and using it for there own bodies, they fired rapidly upon the girl blaster bolts hitting many machinery across the room.

Another squad made it into the castle seeing a young woman next to a window. The girl known as [member="Mishel Ren"] appeared to have been going through a period of deep thought as the droids approached her and raised their blaster rifles. "Execute Alpha-668 Eliminate all intruders." They quickly fired upon already making they're intentions known they would attempt to kill the young disciple if at all possible.


Many squads were going across the castle, it seemed as if the horde of droids were unending as they attacked Ren such as [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Zmej Ren"], and [member="Castor Ren"]. They were even interrupted duels as they saw both the Galactic Alliance and First Order as enemies, clearly not seeing friend or foe for that matter, and the only one who could control them was Vader, but with him gone it seemed grim that the army of droids could be stopped, many squads fanned out engaging both the Jedi and Ren repeating the same order that they were given, meanwhile a couple squads from within the Temple fanned out towards the two Firemane Warriors in the collapsed corridor while the other went on an alternate path towards the tomb. The only hope that could now stop these droids is Kyrel for if the moment is right they could turn the tide of the fight and be made to serve the Ren through Kyrel and fight the Galactic Alliance, but for now the real fun was about to begin in the growing intensity and ferocity of the battle.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Rutan.

Spoiler

Location: Phasma Class Infiltrator, en route to Rutan.
Objective: Infiltrate and disable (And have an awesome 2v2 duel).
Allies: First Order, [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance (Exact members TBA).

It was a shot in the dark, yet, the twisting of mental coils in response to the words told him all he needed to know.

Her desire was palpable in the air... the scent spoke of bitter vinegar and crushed copper running heavily along. There wasn't much you could hide from a mentalist, especially not when you were taken by surprise. Not that this was especially important knowledge to have, but it still amused Carach. These days that was mostly what it took for him to get involved one way or another - there wasn't much else to accomplish for him after everything he had done.

It gets boring every once in a while.

"Yes." The Sith Lord simply responded in kind, before concentrating inwards.

The White Current was anathema to everything that stood for Sith. While the Sith taught subjugation through Force, the Current was peaceful coexistence with the ebb and flows of creation itself. It was subtle, calm and serene... it had been difficult to accomplish such a mindset himself.

But then something shifted within the flow.

Suddenly Carach didn't look as Carach anymore. He was shorter by a wide margin now, his face soft and jaws slack, eyes the green of poison and a plump mouth.

"Now you." A hum was all that Ophidia could hear as layers on layers were subtly placed over her.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Barkhesh.

Allies: The Galactic Alliance | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member=Grozkalla] | [member="Bethany Kismet"]
Enemies: The First Order | [member="Jude Falkrowe"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]

Objective: None for now.

Where first there was instinct, now there was only control.

Carnifex rolled to the side and Sardun missed him by inches, before he steadied his own aerial launch. Within the air he shifted and as graceful as the Jedi Master could make it, he landed on the ground one knee bend, the other grazing the ground and eyes raising up just in time to see the natural reaction to his decision.

Amidst dust clouds Aeron was being attacked, but there was little to be done about that.

Not while Sardun had to deal with his own problems. In a life full of war and chaos, a man learns to trust his reflexes and instincts, as Carnifex revealed the skull and its aura of agony projected itself across the area... Sardun grimaced.

He knew pain intimately, knew fear even more, all courtesy of his years with the One Sith and their breaking of his body. This would not break him... but it did shake his resolve for a key moment. Enough that when the telekinetic explosion ravaged across the ground, ripping up dirt and rocks and stone shrapnel, that Sardun was not ready to tether himself to the here and now.

His body was launched again - focus shifted from external to internal and his body's resilience turned to hard stone - into the air, where he dashed against something hard.

It hurt, but Sardun knew pain.

Without letting his focus waver, he pushed himself off the ground and growled against the ominous force that was trying to scare him into submission.

But Michael Sardun did not yield.

Drawing from his connection to Kismet, a connection he did not understand and a connection that only filled him with confusion, Sardun strengthened his resolve yet again. Now he was pushing himself off the ground, now the blue shiny hue of a barrier shone over his skin and now the sound of boots pushed themselves off the ground rumbled across the field, as Sardun dashed forward towards the figure of Kaine.

Today he would not hold himself back.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Arriving Darth Vader's Castle
Allies: FO | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Kriel Firin"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Enemies: NJO Horde | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Erinyes Draclau"] | [member="Aela Talith"]

War.

It was quite literally the only way to describe the scene playing out on the rocky plains of Mustafar that encased the besieged former fortress of Vader. It was a wonder that anyone would truly ever want to travel to the planet, perhaps having made it the ideal location for a Sith stronghold in such...ancient history. The darkened skies were only intermittently illuminated by the effects of warfare, superheated coils of energy racing through the air before landing on their intended targets.

Now, however, a large influx of Jedi reinforcements had been added to the fray. From the sky, their varying lightsaber colors undoubtedly contrasted sharply to the otherwise dark terrain, much as their light presences clashed with the tide of darkness that permeated the Force now on Mustafar.

If one were to cast their eye towards the sky, they might yet note that clouds seemed to be pooling inward to one specific point, the sky creating an illusion of folding in on itself. Aside from the visual representation, a thick, almost eardrum crushing pressure accompanied the scene, though it like the contorting sky lasted only a handful of seconds. Abruptly, the atmosphere in the immediate area snapped back to normal as tendrils of blue-white energy erupted with a rolling crack and lanced out like sheet-lightning throughout the clouds.

While the effect was nifty, it actually meant that the dark figure now rocketing for the ground was just a touch out of practice. Obviously, Cameron Centurion had meant to arrive on the ground, not a couple thousand feet in the air. Immediately, the Sith Lord's senses were assaulted by the sounds and smells of battle. His ears, however, he could only hear the rushing of wind as his body tumbled briefly towards the ground. There was a brief, very brief moment of disorientation before training and instinct took over. Manipulating his hands to reorient his body feet-down as opposed to ass-over-end, Cameron made subtle manipulations of the Force to gradually control his rate of descent.

In less than a few seconds, the large figure of Cameron Centurion landed with an audible thud just at the base of the steps to Vader's Castle. Dirt and debris raced into the air as a simple matter of physics from the weight of Cameron's impact. The effect was exacerbated by the reality he'd had to use the Force to cushion his impact, pouring even more energy into the surface, causing small cracks to form around him as the planet protested the assault.

As he stood to his full height, the Sith Lord's silver-green eyes immediate groped forth from the veil of darkness provided by his dark blue and gray cloak. The familiar sight of a worn leather hilt protruded from within the folds of the equally weathered garment that covered and otherwise half-exposed body. Dammit... It was the most applicable thought jogging through the Sith Lord's mind. There was no magic to surviving a situation like this.

This is going to take quite a bit of sweat and blood.

In an instant the crimson-bladed Sith Sword was in his hand, the alchemical blade burning brightly as tendrils of force lightning cascaded briefly down the length of the blade at its master's touch.

Not just mine.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Mensix Mining Facility, Mustafar
Objectives: Eliminate all Enemy Opposition
Allies: [member="Aver Brand"] (AKA Super-Bae) | [member="Ultimatum"] | GA
Enemies: [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | FO
Engaging: [member="Rolf Amsel"]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=418HiZzy0ig​

Draco breathed in, power surged through his veins from the recently devoured lives, but there was a cost to devouring the living like that. It was something Draco had become addicted to during his time with the Sith and never really broke free from it's grip. It was a struggle that kept him up some nights, made his hands shake from withdraw in the darkest hours of the night after a long fight. All their emotions filled his senses, mostly fear. Fear was something even the most hardy and brave men felt right before the end, when the cold dark closed in around them right before they saw the light. At least, for those that did find that light.

"Roger that Assassin Booty." Without a name to go by for his unlikely ally, Draco reverted to his normal ways of giving her a code name based on the two most noticeable things about her. "Yeah, I'll wrap up here fine by myself. You go play with the Vaderlings. And don't you worry about me, protect your own work of art." He grinned inside the horned helmet, though he didn't have an interest in the unknown soldier.

The Mandalorian felt a pressure in the back of his head, snapping around to face the lone Stormtrooper officer as he threw a grenade. Instinct brought up a shimmering bubble around himself, only himself, for an instant. Had his assassin compatriot not reacted as she did, Draco wouldn't have been able to shield himself fully from the grenade with the hastily erected barrier. Instead Aver had telekinetically thrown the grenade back towards the stormtrooper who was mid flight and leaping towards him with a gauntlet knife.

Reflexes angled sword point between himself and opponent, sharpened tip extending outward from himself aimed for the midsection of the Stormtrooper's armor and driven forward with all the power the Mandalorian could muster. Given his opponent's trajectory and the angle of the thrust, the aim was to impale the man on the sword. With his left arm the Dragon moved to deflect the incoming gauntlet, to push the enemy's arm up and away from his neck but he was not completely successful. The edge of the knife blade slipped through the mesh armor jumpsuit, cutting a slit into the left trapezius of the Dragon. Blood flowed freely from the wound and a cluster of nerves shot pain through his left arm.

And there was still a grenade to worry about.

 

[Micah Talith]

[SIZE=10.5pt]https://gfycat.com/WholeLeanEmperorpenguin[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]R U T A N[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Atravis Sector | Rutan System | SIS security heightened[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]World shield[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] is now fully deployed around Rutan. It came in sections, and each could be activated and deactivated swiftly once brought online, allowing ships to leave and weapons to fire out. When damaged by a weapon, the shield would lash out with an energy feedback at the ship that has struck it. The only ships allowed within Rutan will only be granted permission by GADF/SIS personnel for the next 24 hours. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]SIS Base under [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Darksky shield[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Vexen"] - Defel without a cause [member="Allyson Locke"] - SIS agent in a mini skirt [member="Kaili Talith"] - Up in the air [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][member="Kellyn Muir"] - Outpost central![/SIZE]
Enemies: | TX-130T Tank [member="FN-888"] [member="FN-4077"]

The OBL-1, OBL-2, OBL-3, and OBL-4's drones were closing in, and much like Micah and [member="Vexen"], steadily moving across the jungle following the tracks within the undergrowth. His breathing was coming in a little bit faster, but his HUD was doing a large part of the tracking.

He wasn't familiar with the model, but it was large. The closer they moved the more that fresh tracks gave an indication of something new. Micah slowed, hand coming up and their bond being used to help them slow.

Do you see? He told her through their connection. Foot tracks.

Micah drew up his head, his orange eyes narrowing behind the helm. They are on foot.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]All art credit for banners to FO people who made them![/SIZE]​

[SIZE=13.5pt]BARKHESH | SOUTH PLAINS | GA BASE/CONVOY ROUTE AIRSPACE[/SIZE]
World shield is now fully deployed around Barkhesh. It came in sections, and each could be activated and deactivated swiftly once brought online, allowing ships to leave and weapons to fire out. When damaged by a weapon, the shield would lash out with an energy feedback at the ship that has struck it. The only ships allowed within Barkhesh will only be granted permission by GADF personnel for the next 24 hours.GADF Base under Darksky shield.

ALLIES: Galactic Alliance and Outer Rim Coalition
Aeron Kreelan [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Alyce Hawke"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Grozkalla"]
Neutral: [member="Bethany Kismet"] -- Plantary Shield is now fully activated, any OSL member will need to request entry through GADF comm.

ENEMIES: First Order
[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Jude Falkrowe"] [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"]

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The Force Imbued-disc blade came flying back, Aeron snatching it out of the air just as she locked the speeder bike down to a solid halt.

She could feel them; it, whoever they were. The twist of the Darkside and the resulting wave of miasma that would blast across the field and mentally attack the blonde's mental wards.

A grunt and savage cry came from her lips. She wasn't the only one affected, half doubling over as it felt as if a solid wall of just mind-numbing fear pressed down to smother her.

Truth be told, Aeron had plenty of practice with dealing with the Darkside fingers that would threaten her mind. Omega Pyre Shadow Masters had gone through a makeshift SEER type training where Dark Jedi's would utilize control mind, torture of chagrin, fear, and similar mental torturing techniques to help build up that thought shield in their minds. To protect them.

Even then, it only helped in allowing them to focus; it wasn't an end all be all. And whatever crap that Sith had brought with him had a heck of a kick. The sort of kick almost similar to that of a phobis device.

"Oh, kark the feth off," came Aeron, spittle on her mouth just as the Force gave a cry of warning. [member="Jude Falkrowe"] had managed to mentally afflict a few of her alliance forces, turning them against her.

Needless to say, a volley of bolts came her way, prompting the woman to strafe and move to try and avoid them. Didn't help when two managed to strike at her armor, the kinetic impact brusing her skin under the asharan armorweave.

"kark!" she cursed, attempting to narrow who was at fault with it. The telekinetic master gave a sweep of her hand, using the Force to build up a Force wave to knock the Alliance troopers onto the ground, hopefully knocking them out of their mental puppeteering.

Just then, she spotted a figure. Not Alliance. Definitely not Pyre. The way he seemed to be concentrating on the field made him stand part.

"There you are...." she added with a grunt. With a savage twist and flick, she sent her Force Imbued Disc-blade soaring through the air, aiming to strike at [member="Jude Falkrowe"] right at his chest.

 

[Vexen]

https://gfycat.com/WholeLeanEmperorpenguin​

Atravis Sector | Rutan System | SIS security heightened

Trackers: [member="Micah Talith"] @Vexen
SIS Agents: [member="Kellyn Muir"] [member="Allyson Locke"]
Here for the drama: [member="Kaili Talith"]

Enemies: | [member="FN-888"] [member="FN-4077"]

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Vexen could see the tracks clearly. She had stalked quarry who moved far more delicately than this. Whoever these soldiers were they were akin to bantha, crashing through the undergrowth with no concern for the trail they were leaving.

Long strides, stormtrooper boots. They're moving fast. We need to catch up.

The decision had been made. The sound of the tanks engines was slowly receding. She had been by Micah's side since she was barely a child. If he'd asked her to she would have followed him into battle against a platoon of AT-ATs. But dealing with troopers on foot was much more within her expertise. She had fought stormtroopers of the One Sith, of the Vanguard and now of the First Order. Darkness would have been her ally, but she would make do without it.

The shadow leapt forth, calling the Force to her to hasten her pursuit. She followed the Talith’s guidance and started to stretch out with her senses. There were life forms here that did not belong. The wraith was small, agile and fast. She left no trail as she darted through the undergrowth.

“Allyson, Kaili,” she whispered into her comms before taking a pause for breath. “We're in pursuit of troopers. From our location making a straight advance on the base I think.” Another pause for heavy panting. “Can you take your speeders and cut them off? If they go to ground we'll do the rest.”

 

[Choli Vyn]

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Location: Mustafar skies over Mining Facility
ALLIES: | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Asmus Janes"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Ochre Squadron: 3 U-Wings | 4 Cobra-Class Gunships | 5 M47 Illria-Class Dropships | Troops: HBD-300 Droid Series | Mk II/H Battle Armor | BTI-HPC | VT-SDC 13 | Standard Thermals, Standard concussion, standard energy grenades

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“Yes it's me. Black One on your readout. I sort of…”

Wait, Black One? Choli's eyes went darting from under her piloting helm and onto her sensor array. Friends were tagged based on IFF. Yup, there he was. Black One. What was he doing on Black One??

That was just mindboggling to her; a luxury she just didn't have at the time.

“...Forgot that I'm not supposed to be here. So if you could not tell anyone else, that would be grand. But…”

Not when [member="Pharazon Draken"] and his troops began engaging at her gunships and in turn, at HER. poodoo,poodoo, poodoo! All the while, [member="Asmus Janes"] ' voice kept chirping in her ear.

“...At least you know why I couldn't come visit. Which I so, so sorry about. Still. Great to see you flying.”

[ Okay, okay, got it. Don't worry about it. Let's just do what we do best. We got tanks on the ground. Sending Coordinates ]

There was no time now. She patched through the scans and telemetry data she'd received from [member="Elliot Locke"]. They had to take out the heavy hitters first, or their ground troops were not going to be effective.

“Heading for your position now Cho, stand by.”

Incoming blaster and slug fire ended up strafing Choli's U-Wing. It pierced through, leaving a chain of holes, one bolt barely missing her head as the Force cried out in warning, prompting her to duck her head back to avoid the hit.

This was about to get real fast. GADF and Omega Pyre troops took positions on the ground, looking for areas to shore up against. With the mining facility at their backs, they had to utilize the gunships to provide the cover fire required to get the ground troops in position.

Not all were lucky, a few of the crew on Cobra gunships were struck by stray blaster fire, bodies flopping over. One Ilyria Class drop ships Captain gave a twitch as First Order fire struck him in the chest, making him jerk as each volley bruised and shot pain through the standard armor they wore.

"I've been hit!" he cried out, prompting his copilot to take over.

It would be the start of a brutal fight.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Vader's Castle
Enemies: [member="Kriel Firin"]

He'd not exactly anticipated his first opponent leaving, but such was the nature of warfare; it was fluid, ever changing. Perhaps, once upon a time, war had been a stagnant affair, but not anymore. It was fought through mobility and speed, and so as one opponent was swept up in the tide, so too was another dropped on his doorstep. This one was the opposite of his predecessor, and he knew even without his ability to sense that he would actually be in for a fight.

He highly doubted the Sith was a mute. Witty banter in a fight was all well and good, but it was usually the novices who spoke every opportunity they could.

Rarely had Sarge crossed blades with a skilled opponent and exchanged more than a handful of words.

Often, when instructing students, he likened wordplay to swordplay; the more you threw it about, the less you really knew what you were doing.

His opponent set himself, blade in a guard on his right - Sarge's left - and in turn, Sarge mirrored him. Blade vertical, to the left of his body, so that it matched his opponents. No words necessary. He would wait for his opponent to strike the first blow, as he always did.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Mustafar, Mensix Mining Facility​

Allies: First Order & Allies​

Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Allies​

[member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Aver Brand"]​

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Engaging: (Engaging) [member="Draco Vereen"] | (Engaging) [member="Aver Brand"]​

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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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Unbeknownst to the Major, the grenade he'd so carelessly tossed in the direction of the dark armored assailant was already streaking back towards him, returned via the Force - something he was only vaguely familiar with, or at least personally speaking. Had he known the assailant he might have chose any other plethora of attacks or tactics - but he hadn't. It was now that he found himself questioning his existence, his purpose, his life. There, hanging in the air as the grenade streaked towards him, the enemy he'd been so fixated on had turned. What exactly he'd done to Rolf's soldiers he didn't know but he did recognize death.

As his body began to come down from his leap he caught the flicker of movement at the corner of his eye, the tip of the enemy's blade shimmering as it came up to meet him mid-air. Two things happened at once just then, Rolf felt his blade sink home, the knuckle-plate vibroblade tearing flesh and sinew - and a pressure began building in his chest. As the enemy's blade drove forward his armor contacted it. It felt like a punch to the gut, his eyes widening as he tried to understand what was happening, his short lived victory over his strike suddenly fading as his eyes looked down. A cough forced itself free of the man's body, blood spattering the inside of his helmet as he did so. And then the pain, the overwhelming sensation of burning centering on the entry point of the weapon, radiating outwards towards his limbs. He struggled against a second cough that wouldn't come, the blade had run him through.

Hanging there, like a piece of meat in a butcher's shop, his mind raced. Images of battlefields past and wounds received flicked through his mind at lightning speed, his training, his childhood - then time seemed to stop. His eyes met those of his butcherer, through helmet and visor. So this... this is death.

Every heartbeat felt like a resounding drum, every ragged breath a grating pain more intense than he'd ever experienced. It was likely only a moment but it felt like an eternity as his body struggled to react, immediate shock sending adrenaline coursing through his veins, a final thought consuming the man, his hate, his anger, his rage all bottled into one final action against the enemy. If I'm going out like this... I'm taking you with me. Reaching down clumsily with his right hand, he intended to activate one of the thermal detonators on his combat rigging, his thumb slipping towards the activator - upon its explosion, it would likely obliterate the two, shattering the corridor.

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*BEEP*​

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It was the last thing Rolf heard before the Cryoban grenade that had been flung back at him detonated, the explosion of cryogenic substance rapidly freezing everything within its radius. The brunt of the initial force was absorbed by Rolf's suspended body but as he had begun to slump there was no doubt that almost anything would be frozen within the grenade's 3 m radius. Mere millimeters away from the activator the super-cooled chemicals froze Rolf's body and hand in place, covering the detonator as well. Rolf felt the super-cooled chemicals through the armor, despite its climate control feature - as his vision began to go spotty he simply succumbed to it, his heartbeats weakening as his body failed and the cold grip of ice consumed him.

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Behind the Major, towards the landing pads the First Order Stormtroopers had originally deployed from, madness had begun to ensue. As the soldiers hesitantly held their fire for fear of killing their own, they were attacked. One moment the figure appeared from the shadows of the open maw, the next it was upon them. The pristine ivory blade slashing and stabbing amongst them, bodies being forcibly pushed from their feet, tumbling to the magma below. The magma itself wouldn't be what killed the soldiers however, but the fall itself. The soldiers had been too close together, their mistake now recognized by the pilot of the shuttle at the very edge of the pad - whether cowardice or a direct order, they might never know but it was the appearance of that ivory blade which sent the shuttle roaring into the air and prompted it's lascannons to sing.

Twin laser cannons of the shuttle began to open fire though not at the small target of a man that might miss, but rather at the deck plating, aiming to simply shatter the landing pad enough to cause the entire suspended arm to fall. It began to work, pieces of deck plating beginning to slag under the rapid fire of the twin las-cannons all the while the soldiers left upon its surface struggled to preserve their lives from the shadow-clad armored figure - they fought, they stabbed with their knuckle blades, they bled - and they died.

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 (Slung)
• 1 x DEMP 2 Ion Blaster Carbine (Dropped in hall)

Grenades:

• 3 x Ion Grenades (1 Expended)
• 2 x Cryoban Grenades (1 Expended)
• 2 x Thermal Detonators

Misc Equipment:

• 4 x Thorium Charges

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Roof of Vader's Castle
Objective: Contact Allies
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | GA Folks
Enemies: [member="Mishel Ren"](Closest) | [member="Cameron Centurion"] | FO

Aela held up her arms to shield her eyes as a spark of...something, suddenly erupted over the roof top, her eyes adjusting to the bright light only a second after it all stopped. She blinked a few times, drawing the lightsabers from her hips and holding the hilts in a defensive stance.

She blinked a few more times, then let out a soft gasp. "Uncle?"

Though there was a war on all around them, and though Cameron was himself a Sith, Aela didn't really see him that way. He had been married to her Aunt Esmae, the woman Aela herself had been named for, before her death. Cameron had actually taught her how to fight and over the years his tutelage had proven more valuable than half of everything else that she had learned. He had been an invaluable teacher, and oddly enough this was not he first time that the two had met on the battlefield.

Cameron never fought her of course, not really, but...it was still weird.

She gaped for a moment, forgetting that why she had come here.

"What are you doing here?" She asked in astonishment, mostly because she hadn't seen her Uncle in what felt like years. She had been almost entirely sure however that he had no real reason to be here, though then again that wasn't really up to her.