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

[H3xle]

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


As the sithling bounced away and began to pull the ceiling down, Taryc stood back and watched while shaking her head. She pointed with her sword at the straining figure and enunciated one word very clearly.

"Coward." Then she let him bring the roof down, as it made what she wanted to do all the easier. She stretched out her feelings as she cut through a pair of droids that had tried to sneak up on them, then sheathed her blade and felt the living fire all around them. The ceiling crashed down blocking the wannabe sith from her sight, but not from the Force. In her mind she saw the path they took, and felt the living fire all around them. Moving this deep under the ground on a planet like mustafar meant that each tunnel had to be created carefully. Branches were very unlikely, and as she felt along the path as he carefully made his way along it. The path after this point did not branch, though it meandered as if being built in the secure places. It reached all the way down to a place where a dark presence awaited. Taryc grinned and began to build her energy as she turned to Elpsis.

"Straight shot to them, and they are moving slowly. Let me give a sit rep, then let's send some lava after them." She said, then changed to the Alliance tactical net channel. "Team Firemane to Alliance personnel. First Order Sithlings have penetrated Vader's castle. If you're free and looking for a dance, we've got some here!" She reported in, then made sure her beacon was working before focusing on the power she had been gathering. She reached out her hand to Elpsis, looking to join their power again. Then she reached out to the lava, the living fire all around them, and called to it. The roof collapse that the sithling had done made a very easy ramp for the lava to burst down, as it had taken a significant portion of the tunnel roof with it. As she called to the lava, she felt it begin to flow. She bent her whole concentration to it, and pulled more of it into the tunnel until it rolled after Kyrel Ren and Stardust Raxis faster and faster. It filled the tunnel from one side to the other, bringing a dull red glow along with it. After a few moments, it would likely catch up with the wannabe sith and his hanger on. Taryc had felt no branches in the path, and the room it led to didn't seem to have any other exits, though she hadn't taken the time to search it with the force carefully enough to be sure. Still, the lava would likely reach them quickly and begin to fill up the room.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

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Location: Vader's Castle, 3rd Floor > 4th Floor​

Allies In Range: None​

Enemies In Range: [member="Aela Talith"] (Rooftop) | Geonosian Droids​

Objective: Plant the Flag, Defeat the Droids​

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Mishel's body jolted at the blaster fire, it caught her off guard she braced herself against the window. Quietly she winced, gripping onto the window's opening to keep her balanced she turned to face the droids and without a second thought threw her lightsaber toward the first set of them. With the use of force leap she jumped over the group of droids and caught her lightsaber with her metallic hand. More blaster fire she worked to deflect as many of them as she could but in her state of mind she missed a few and sucked in a breath as the burning sensation of the bolts met with her arm. Utilizing her cloak of pain the teenage Ren began to convert her pain into energy using the force to do so as she reached out with the force to crush another set of droids, two to be exact. Her lightsaber in hand she moved into a Djem So stance recalling brother [member="Kyrel Ren"]'s movements the chopping motions he made and thus she mimicked this to the best of her ability. Both hands on the hilt of her saber as she focused on the force allowing it to move through her body and guide her as to deflect the blaster bolts back toward their masters.

The sounds of droids coming up the stairs from the other side meant that Mishel had to find a way out of here fast, her hand outstretched she shot forth fire in a fifteen-foot cone making room enough just so she could run through and head for the upper chamber located on the fourth floor and there she should be able to find a lift. At least that's if she remembered Kyrel's journal properly. A hail of blaster bolts continued, and even as she blocked them she found that some of the bolts were getting through. Her armor began to bear the score marks of the blasters while her arms threatened to peel right off her arm with the hits they had taken. On the stairs, she found that there were droids coming down to the third floor while others continued to chase up. Turning toward the droids coming down she utilized force crush and found that she'd have to change stances leaving her vulnerable for a few moments while she did so.

Sweat poured down her face and body the heat of Mustafar combined with the sudden threat of death saw to that. The armor's weight grew on her body she looked down to ensure that the flag was still there noting that she no longer needed the staff as she had before. She'd have to find a way to hoist the flag when she got closer to the roof, but as it stood now she took a Soresu stance. A defensive measure as her lightsaber swings became more refined, less of a sloppy chop and more of an eloquent parry, riposte as she worked her way up the stairs turning to slash through droids behind her and moving to use force fire to eliminate the droids coming up the stairs.

 

[Kuzo]

Location: Ashflats outside of the mining facility
Allies In Scene: [member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Rexus Wenck"]
Enemies In Scene: [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Elliot Locke"] [member="Asmus Janes"]

She couldn't help but smile at the overly formal wording. The amusement was obvious in her voice.

"Relax Captain Draken. I assure you, I have no intentions of dying in this hellhole. And if I can arrange it, fewer of your men will as well."

Of course, no one ever has intentions of dying. Often, death doesn't give anyone the luxury of choice. After all, if it did, well, few enough would choose it.

"Doc, you're going to want to strap in-"

"That seems like a *horrible* idea, really."

"No, it's the safest-"

"Have you SEEN my track record for being in vehicles that crash and I need to get out of quickly?"

There was a pause.

"Would it be inappropriate to ask you to get out of my speeder, Doc?"

He was joking. It was that tight, defensive humor- gallows humor- so necessary in a warzone for some of them. She didn't take him personally, and added onto the pile.

"Honestly, it's probably the smartest move you've made all day."

"Sir, we're already taking casualties out there."

"All joking aside Doc-"

"I know. It'd be safer if I stayed in here. But you know I'm not going to."

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If the surface of Mustafar was hell before, she didn't really know what it had degraded to from there. The firing of weapons from both sides wasn't deafening- the oversized helmet took care of dampening much of the concussive reverberations- but as she jumped down, she could feel it through the soles of her boots.

Clad in the far-too-large-for-her storm trooper armor, Irajah ducked. She didn't really need to, but it was instinctive as something bit into the earth far too close to her.

Even in the ash and chaos, the diminutive 'trooper' stuck out. She wasn't aware of how badly the difference in size and fit marked her- she simply assumed that in this kind of ruckus, less attention would come her away, rather than more.

Time would tell if she were correct.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Vader's Castle, Mustafar
Objective: Purge
Allies: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Anika Nygaard"]
Enemies: [member="Stardust Raxis"], [member="Kyrel Ren"]


Elpsis had, as a matter of fact, not tossed fire at her Twi'lek opponent. Instead she'd stretched out with her ethereal influence and attempted to make woman's blood boil to burn her inside out. Obviously that was something that required a lot of focus. Regardless, she'd kept up her assault, but aborted it quickly when she felt the ripples in the Force that heralded Stardust's attempt to wreck her armour through the powerful, legendary skill of Shatterpoint.


As she felt her opponent pour her Force energy into applying tremendous pressure to her suit, Elpsis fought back with her Force aura. Force Resistance manifested, a wall of the mind that blocked the attack like a strong dam does a flood of water. Her suit remained intact. She took a breath, sweat dripping down her face and back, readying herself when her opponent suddenly charged.


However, the expected melee was apparently short-circuited when the roof suddenly came crashing down, blocking the path between the two Firemane agents and the two First Order warriors. Elpsis drew upon her powers to shield herself, though some debris still peppered and hit her. There would be bruises when all this was over. She grunted in annoyance and could not help reflect upon the fact that if Auntie Sio were here, she'd sulk about someone other than her dropping a roof.


However, the roof drop did not hide both enemies from her sight. For she did not use those vacant, dead eyes to see, but the Force and through it she could perceive their auras clearly, for physical obstructions were no barrier. Much like Taryc, she could also see the living fire around them, and she saw the vile, malevolent aura of the dark presence. It felt strongly like a shade.


Beneath her helmet, she grinned and reached out to take Taryc's hand. The touch could only be described as electric. "You totally had him. Time to heat things up. Let's White Lotus the place," she quipped cornily. No one could accuse her of being a great wordsmith. She reached out with her ethereal power, to the living fire, to the lava and called towards it. This was her kindred element, her gift from the goddess and she drew upon it with vigour. When Taryc willed the lava to burst free and roll forth towards Stardust and Kyrel, Elpsis did likewise, joining her power with hers. Between the two of them, this created a massive tide of beautiful lava. As a certain Anakin Skywalker had learned many centuries ago, being burnt by lava was a most unpleasant experience.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Location: Somewhere near the Alliance Base
Objective: Blow up the Alliance base and collect Jedi Skulls for the Skull Throne
Allies: [member="Jude Falkrowe"], [member="Koshka Scalvez"]
Enemies: [member="Michael Sardun"], [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Grozkalla"]
Equipment:

• Asmenys iv tave Atma-Va
• Upraetor iv Kiztaga
• Imperator's Raiment
• Shuk'Orok
• Primordial Signet Ring

He watched as the form of Sardun tumbled through the air, striking something solid and falling to the ground in a heap. That wouldn't be enough to put down the veteran Jedi, nothing so simple could topple that warrior, not after what he had suffered at the hands of the One Sith. Still, Carnifex did not worry. This was but a dance, some ground would be given and some would be taken. It all came down to who was the better dancer, and who could last the longest without succumbing to weakness.

The Jedi steadied himself, a shimmering blue sheen covering his body from head to toe, and charged at the Sith Lord without hesitation or fear.

He would know fear soon enough.

Carnifex raised his staff up high, as if welcoming the challenge, and then as Sardun approached he swung the massive weapon down letting the shaft slide along his fingers before tightening his grip near the pommel. Like a mighty hammer it fell towards Sardun, eager to crush his skull and pulp his brain in one foul swoop. His lightsaber was no idle either, he lunged forward with his blade to stab at Sardun's midsection in conjunction with his heavy hammer blow.

 

[Aver Brand]

MUSTAFAR
Location: Landing pads > Vader’s Castle
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Enemies: None yet
Gear in bio

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RkT-aMgZvQI

They scratched, stabbed, punched and tore at the armored figure. They screamed their throats raw with threats and despair. They ran on adrenaline and training and the violent need to persevere – but it wasn’t enough.

Which is why the stormies, sensible as they were, opened fire with the dropship. She’d have laughed, if she weren’t so busy staying alive.

The metal lattice beneath her feet groaned and dipped down, frakking with everyone’s balance. Aver shoved the nearest soldier into his remaining comrades, sending them sprawling on the safe end of the landing pad. Less weight, more time. Then—

Force, CERS, a lifetime of war – the firrerreo pushed off with a yell, and the rest of the walkway collapsed into the bubbling magma. Her body streaked through the air, lightsaber in hand. She landed directly on the soldier shooting from the open hold, jabbing the shortened blade under his chin. The other guy got the double length through his neck, but not before firing a burst of laser fire straight into her chest.

Aver let out a surprised wheeze, nearly stumbling out of the dropship before she managed to grab onto the edge of the door. “Frak,” she spat out, putting a slug through his helmet for good measure.

“Pilot!” she snarled, voice rough as her ribs struggled to expand fully. The mercenary stalked to the cockpit and tried the door. Locked.

“Pilot.” Her tone dropped to arctic temperatures. She expanded her presence in the Force, spilling into the man on the other side. Brave, holding onto his standard-issue blaster in his standard-issue armor, running through all the standard scenarios he’d trained for. He came up with nothing, again and again and aga—

Aver broke in the door and cut off the muzzle of his gun before his finger ever slid down to the trigger. She leaned close, drawing a tight noose around his neck. Could smell his fear, could see his sweat… “Fly,” she said, recalling a past life in which she had commanded millions. “Vader’s castle. You try and call for an assist, I’ll tear out your tongue. Then I’ll go find that pretty girl of yours… Kara, was she? and I’ll cut her up, send a piece of her to you every week ‘till she runs out of bits to cut.”

The man let out a noise of abject terror and lost all remaining color. He wrapped his trembling fingers around the steering stick, pulled them into the sky so fast they nearly tumbled over.

“Good man.”

Muting the speaker, Aver commed [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]. “Incoming on a stolen FO dropship. Requesting coordinates for… landing,” she chuckled. “Gonna drive this baby through the wall, just tell me where.”

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Enemies-[member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]
Allies-[member="Kyrel Ren"]
Vaders castle
She kept increasing her bodies temp to bear dangerous levels, the blood in her felt like pure poison inside of her and it caused her to grit her teeth and allow anger to flow in her and ignore the damage being down to her body...least mentally physically this was the most pain she had been in for awhile

As she felt her shatterpoint being resisted and poured her will onto it, a dam may stop a flood but water when contained could break a wall like nothing, however the ceiling started coming down and she jumped back breaking her concentration and she felt her body steam as she panted and started running with kyrel panting and shaking as she closed her eyes

However she looked back as she saw the lava coming towards the two, she looked to the dark being and kyrel as she growled out

I will hold this lava back you...you do what is needed

She said as she focused her will on the fire and held her hands up as she started slowing it, and if need be if it started getting to close she would use the force and push it back, given it was molten rock stardust would be able to but not far do to it being a liquid

 

[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"]

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Pain jolted through Draco's fractured ulna in his right arm as sword met with resistance of duraplast, resulting in a low growl reverberating from the Dragon's maw and a sneer across his face. His grip on the sword slipped and the blade began to droop under the weight of having a Stormtrooper impaled upon it.

The dragon growled as he prepared to throw the officer bodily across the corridor with all his might. Then the beep of a grenade chime burst. Cryoban chemicals filled the area, detonating behind the stormtrooper delaying the Mandalorian's vengeance on the First Order just a few more seconds.

For a moment, time stood still. A burning sensation surged through Draco's cut neck as chemicals froze his skin and nerve endings leaving the ones effected numb, but the ones near the cut searing in pain. His vision tunneled towards darkness from pain, the cold encasing his body, the injuries he had already suffered. The air inside his helm filled with condensation, beading on the visor. Every muscle tensed and surged in a vain attempt to move.

Trapped alone in his helmet with no one to speak to, Draco's thoughts turned to his family. The memory of his ruined home on Eriadu where he had been raised. Where he and his father had worked in the factory during his youth. The memory of his father filled his thoughts, a tall man with greying and grey eyes that were worn from years of military service and decades of monotonous working in a factory, his mother a housewife who would scrounge and scrap what meager things they had to make sure their neighbors got enough to scrap by themselves, and his sister a pilot and a troublemaker who had helped shape the early half of Draco's life. Heat rose in Draco's body, a deep inner fire being fueled by his memories.

His memories of their letters to him while he had traveled the galaxy, asking how he was, what he was doing. The memory of seeing the images of them in the mass graveyards where the dead of Eriadu had been buried after the First Order had killed them. Steam began rising off the frozen form of the Mandalorian as his rage boiled over in his mind.

All the suffering of his life had been born from that loss. His fall to the Sith, to corruption of the Dark Side had been born from the loss of his family. The deaths of his mother, his father, his sister. Their memory, their legacy, lived on in Draco alone, the last true son of a humble dynasty of warriors from Eriadu.

A low growl rose in his throat, growing louder and filled with years of pain and suffering Draco had endured. The ice on his body cracked and chipped, falling away in pieces. The growl became an incensed roar and the ice covering the Mandalorian shattered, his left arm breaking free with a surge of forward momentum. Draco's hand, tight-fisted, launched forward as a punch aimed at the chest of the Stormtrooper who had become the subject of his retribution, intent on knocking him across the corridor with what was left of his might.

 

[Bethany Kismet]

Above Barkhesh, the SLV Satori
In Scene: [member="Malok"]
Persons of Interest: [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Jude Falkrowe"]

Though Bethany was distracted with the events happening on the surface (so, indeed, were the people they were trying to contact), the Satori's comm officer was ready when the call came in.

[SIZE=9pt][ This is Commander Seo of the Galactic Alliance. You would forgive me if I am curt in my dealings but we are in the middle of a First Order Invasion. I have no clearance for any Order of the Sacred Lotus. ][/SIZE]

"Commander Seo, this is the SLV Satori. That's why we are here. To help evacuate civilians and the wounded. You can scan our vessel, you will see there are no weapons beyond the barest needed for defense."

Across the bridge, Bethany frowned, a tension pulling between her eyes. Malok's frown mirrored her own, concern across his face. Though she leaned against him for support, he could tell that she still wasn't really seeing him.

"What's happening Bethany?"

But she didn't answer, her attention down on the planet's surface.

She could feel him through their connection- where his sense of her was a mere trickle, she received a flood of sensations and awareness in her direction. There was no denying the looming form of one of the Sith from Mandalore now. Just as there was no denying Michael's determination in the face of such intent darkness.

The pull from his end, the sensation of being drawn like a blanket around him tugged on her. Rather than fight it, she opened the connection wider. He asked for so little- just that connection to steady him. Just a drop of water in a desert.

Bethany gave him instead an ocean.

Warmth flooded down and through their strange connection. She could not give him physical strength. But she could give him a certain energy, a touch of protection. She could buoy him when the darkness sought to drag him down.

She held back nothing.

 

[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="Connor Harrison"]​

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For those not familiar with the art of war, nor the art of swordsmanship, it might have been strange to refer to a weapon as merely an extension of its user - but for Castor, and no doubt the girl before him, it was a reality. It was no surprise that as Castor's blade met flesh that it filled him with a lust for blood. As if he'd touched the very life force of the woman, a feral grin creased his features, the stored dark side power within the sword both focusing his own mind as well as guiding it. Just as the woman's saber brought her tranquility, so also did Krigsgaldr provide an added measure of cold and calculating focus for the Ren. If his connection to the Dark Side had been in question before the moment the tip traced across the girl's collar - it was in question no longer. A dark crimson had pervaded its way into the Knight's eyes, the tension within building as he gleefully watched the girl trace her free hand across the wound. That is where the Dark Side seemed to differ, an almost primal nature to it - blood, the hunt, domination through strength - these were the qualities it embodied but without control... it was useless.

As Jamie's exclamation echoed within the library, Castor felt the earth shake and rumble - something elsewhere in the castle had awoken, or been caved in. Perhaps both, but his focus was on the woman before him. He paced to his left, the girl's right - the blade coming back up as he carefully angled at her. The girl had a fundamental knowledge, perhaps even deeper knowledge of the sword, it was a welcome challenge for the man. Still he felt the slight twinge which the girl had caused when her blade had dug towards his shoulder. That was a mistake he vowed he would not make again. He thought on that for a moment as he slowly brought his wandering closer to the girl, closing the distance between them till they were yet just out of reach of each other. His eyes recognized the resolve, clearly evident in her expression, the way she held her ground. Had she been less versed in the way of the sword, had she been more of a girl than a woman, Castor might have had better luck at intimidating his foe, but to her credit she carried herself well.

"I see you feel pain - that is good. Why do you work so hard to repress it, is it not the experience of pain which defines life?"​

Pain. It was a fundamental difference between so called "Dark Siders" and "Light Siders". Not pain itself but how it was perceived, whether one chose to push it away and hold it at bay or embrace it, experience it, and use it. Even now Castor could feel the Force coursing through the two of them though in radically different ways. The Force performed a dance of its own, subtle shifts, feints and counter feints as it pooled around them - though in this place darkness seemed to thrive. What else would one expect of a fortress built by one of the most famous Dark Side practitioners of history? Another stance change put Castor in a low crouch, the blade held upward at a shallow angle towards Jamie's midsection. This time a feint as he poked the blade's tip out conservatively, a step forward. Just as the Force danced, so too would they with their blades.

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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 (Resting on ground)

Explosives: (In Pack/Attached)

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

 

[Natasi Fortan]

L O C A T I O N​

Mustafar Ashflats - Wreck of the FIV Frontrunner​

A L L I E S
[member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]

E N E M I E S​

[member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Choli Vyn"]​

The report of [member="Pharazon Draken"] came over the communication, and Natasi furrowed her brow. After Kaeshana, the last thing she expected from Alliance scum was decency, but there was still something that rankled her about them attacking a downed ship. The Grand Moff checked her blaster; she knew enough about the blaster to know that it was loaded and the safety was off. She planned to use it. She marched with [member="Rexus Wenck"] and his men as they wound their way to the exit chamber, and Natasi finally got a good look at the planet they had come to conquer.

The Frontrunner lay on its side, smoke billowing from the engine, between two rivers of lava that converged a hundred and fifty meters in front of the wreck. Between the wreck and the lava, the landers had arrayed around the Frontrunner in a protective stance, and the tanks and speeders which had been deployed from the landers were arrayed similarly. Combat had broken out, it seemed, and the tanks were firing at Alliance gunships who had appeared in the area. Natasi brandished her blaster rifle as she ran along the ashflats, kicking up a cloud of volcanic dust as she followed [member="Rexus Wenck"] and the rest of his troops.

She turned to Wenck and called over the din of battle: "Orders, Captain?"

 

[Erinyes Draclau]

[SIZE=9pt]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. Moving along with Erinyes and [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Grand Master Omai Rhen[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] to secure the entrance and continue moving forward. [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=9pt]NPC Actions with her: Attacking the droids brought out and also activated by [member="Samka Derith"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies Nearby and Directly Engaging: [member="Samka Derith"] [/SIZE]

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It was a bitter battle.

There was so much darkness here.Perhaps whatever had troubled the Lord centuries ago had seeped into the very brick and stone of the ruins of this castle. It permeated the area, an invisible miasma that clung like thick tar to the soul.

Meter by meter, the New Jedi Order Jedi Knights and Masters were steadily moving to gain a better position; but it wasn’t without sacrifice.

No there was always sacrifice.

Jedi Knight Ikei painful cries would cut through the battle; she had gotten trapped within a small gas pocket left behind and uncleared by the other forces. That vile, terrible gas worked upon her system, latching into her skin and inflicting a terrible pain.

“It is the gas!” another cried, resulting in the sudden rush and blow by the force to attempt to clear out any remaining gas.

With wide eyes, Erinyes saw on of the Jedi healers bend down to try and help the young Jedi Knight. But it was too quick reacting. In mere moments, she was one with the Force.

“What sort of madness is this?” another would state. “Be careful of any gas; warn the others.”

Up ahead were the massive doors leading inside the castle. Alongside it and within held an earlier battle. Those Jedi who had originally done their best to maintain the line with [member="Sarge Potteiger"] were there; the man currently locked in the throes of his own fight.

There was no time to spare, for the late Jedi Master Potteiger had his place within battle. Grand Marshal Omai Rhen soon crossed those gates, blade a swift blue flash of light as it sliced through a pair of droids.

“Move in, secure the entrance and coordinate with the rest of the Forces.”

Jedi Master Erinyes Draclau would follow along with a small squad of Jedi Guardians, Omai Rhen not far behind, his charismatic presence allowing him to polarize his followers towards the cause, nearing masterful use of Battle Meditation. From [member="Cameron Centurion"]'s position, there would be no mistaking the swell of Jedi reinforces coming in. One Jedi Master, Vu Tun, spotted the man.

From up above, the following cry went out over the castle, an echo from Master [member="Aela Talith"] shouted up from the room to her quarry.

"Uncle, What are you doing here?"

There were so many droids. The hum of lightsabers doing their best to combat them. The scent of sulfur and charred electronic components saturated the air. More cries as another Jedi Knight fell, struck by the volley of unmerciful blaster fire.

Clothed in naught but a silver threaded robe with what appeared to be no saber at her hip or hand, the woman would appear to be unarmed. Dark hair black as night, skin as white as snow, with wide, vibrant emerald eyes. This is what [member="Samka Derith"] would come to see as the Jedi Master soon crossed the Knight of Ren’s path.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Location: Vader's Castle, Sith Temple, Tomb of Darth Thaxsis Lord of Mustafar.​

Allies: [member="Stardust Raxis"] FO​

Enemies: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"] GA​

In vicinity: [member="Castor Ren"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Zmej Ren"] [member="Mishel Ren"]​

[member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Zmej Ren"]​

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Gear: Lightsaber, Life support Armor​

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Kyrel merely looked at the dark shadow that was before him still trying to process what was going on. It than began to hit him as he asked in his cold tone trying to contain his anger. "Who are you?" He repeated as he slowly looked around the Tuk'ata he had seen earlier were pacing around the room slowly as the room they were in looked to be ancient in design with the coffin in the middle, and straight ahead looked to be a throne fit for a king. The room was lit with torches as he looked back around to face the spirit. The spirit was covered in all black as if he was a mere shadow, his long black hair flowed along mixing in and his face could barely be seen but when one looked at it it was as if shadow flowed around it, his feral grin turning into a sinister smirk. The spirit known as Darth Thaxsis responded. "You haven't figured it out yet?" He said in a coy tone letting a dark chuckle escape him. He than continued not letting Kyrel respond. "I have been the voice inside you're head since you got here dark one. I have led you straight to me preying on your desires."

Kyrel felt like such a fool, he had let his obsession with the former Sith Lord Vader rule him, and he fell right into Thaxsis's hands. He clenched his mechanical fists in furious anger as he spoke Venom laced in his tone. "How dare you!! You lured me down here and made a fool out of me for what, who exactly are you and what do you want?" Thaxsis started laughing and it sent a slight shiver down Kyrel's spine as he had never encountered such a being before, Thaxsis responded excitedly, "I am Darth Thaxsis Lord of Mustafar or so I was. Long ago I had armies at my beck and call, and legions of loyal followers at my disposal. I controlled countless systems and waged war against the Jedi Order and they're precious Galactic Republic. Than I was betrayed in my moment of triumph when I killed their champion. My body died but my spirit could not pass into the Netherworld of the Force as my hate was eternal, undying and would never allow me to find no peace or rest. Now I have awoken yet again from my restless slumber to find a body to take revenge on the Jedi... You dark one are the one I want, and I will use you command this army of droids and deal with the Jedi."

He started to advance slowly towards Kyrel as he touched his helmet, Kyrel slowly stepped back asking cautiously. "What do you think you are doing?" Thaxsis chuckled as he placed his dark hand over Kyrel's helmet again. "Giving you a glimpse of what I have seen boy." Kyrel than felt as if he had seen darkness before flashes of memories went through his mind. He saw Jedi and Sith fighting on this very planet, and a young man dressed in a mix of armor and robes as he faced off against a man covered in armor and wielding a green blade. He saw the hero being struck down by the man covered in darkness before being betrayed by the one closest to him. Than in an instant it all stopped and it was as if he can see clearly than. He looked at the spirit and struggled to form a coherant thought. "That was...... Quiet overwhelming...." Thaxsis merely laughed as he replied coldly "Indeed it was for I have lived it, and all my power can be yours if you give me that body, I may even help you find what you seek."

Kyrel ignored him as he sensed something in the force. He had sensed a disturbance as he walked forward seeing the Lava flow going closer and closer with Stardust holding it back with ease given she was a Master. He looked to the spirit as even a couple of Tuk'ata was melted they cried painfully as they submerged within the magma. Thaxsis now took on a less pleasing demeanor as he started to become angry. He said hysterically to Kyrel. "Hurry darksider.... I do not wish to see these heretics ruin my home. You must let me use you're body now." Kyrel just fixed Thaxsis a hard an icy stare. "How do I know you won't consume me spirit..?" Thaxsis let out a dark chuckle before responding. "Does it looks like you have a choice." Kyrel was conflicted as he had to make a decision. After several seconds he responded. "Fine you win..." The apparition than disappeared and went through the air as mist going into Kyrel's body He shook as if he was getting used to being in the back seat of his body while someone else took over. After several seconds he acted as if he was normal and advanced towards the entrance.

He walked towards the entrance towards the Twi'lek as he spoke to her with a voice that was similar to Kyrel's but also carried a monstrous and rough tone mixed into it. "Raxis we must use our combined strength to stop this flow.... Let us show them how strong the dark side really is." Kyrel-Thaxsis extended his hands and concentrated with the force on stopping the flow of the lava. Alone Kyrel could not accomplish this, but with a powerful Sith Lord in command of his body he felt as if his power had increased ten fold especially with the thousands of years of rage Thaxsis carried. He spoke angrily as he concentrated with Stardust on holding back the lava seperating it into two sides and turning it into Obsidian coating the walls with a fresh layer of the hardened magma. "You have woken me from my sleep, trespass on my home, and have even desecrated this place with you're stink in the force. But I will be damned If I let insects destroy my fortress and prevent me from having my revenge now LEAVE!" He said both of they're voices echoing towards the Firemane warriors as with the combined efforts of a Sith possessing a mechanical monstrosity and a force using master they attempted to rapidly cool the lava and separate it into two layers giving the cracked walls more Obsidian making it look like new.

When they were sure they had stopped the Lava flow from destroying the structure, Kyrel-Thaxsis moved back into the tomb where the mist form of Thaxsis once again took form leaving Kyrel's body. Kyrel gasped and his breathing moved into a quick rhythm as he was given control once more. Thaxsis looked at Kyrel with disdain as he said. "Now go there is a secret passage through that wall there that should leave you back up into Vader's Castle." He said pointing a finger towards a regular wall of obsidian and with the force he pressed into the wall, the wall pressed in and slid left revealing a spiral staircase. He spoke again as Kyrel slowly stepped forth with Stardust to the staircase. "Go deal with the Jedi, and If you live and win this fight we may encounter one another again...Now leave those pretenders will be hunting you." Kyrel responded coldly not looking back. "I will not fail and If I win I can guarantee we are not finished." Thaxsis let out a dark chuckle as they entered and began walking the door shutting behind them. "We can only hope boy...Let us hope that I am right for if I am not you will share this place with me for an eternity." The dark cackle continued as the apparition slowly disappeared waiting to see who would exactly win this battle for the castle.

Kyrel advanced up the staircase quickly sensing the anger and fury of the conflict not to mention the Jedi he said to Raxis excitedly as he went up. "At last we can deal with our true enemies, at least the Jedi will know our power Raxis they are close." He continued upwards drawing upon his hate and the thought of the Jedi dead at his feet to keep him going. Than as he advanced several squads of Vader's Commando droids showed up quickly landing on the top of stairs encounter Kyrel and Stardust as they said raising they're E-5 Blaster rifles. "Execute Alpha-668 Eliminate Intruders....Halt, Lord Vader Sir is that you... Identify yourself. " The leader of the group said as they were clearly confused by Kyrel's resemblance to there old Master, this gave Kyrel a very good idea to turn the tide of the battle.

He responded coldly to the leader of the squad. "Yes and No I am Vader's Successor he has left me in charge in his stead, and to crush the Jedi reinforcements that are in the castle." The droids looked dumbfounded as they gazed at Kyrel but they weren't programmed to think and so the leader responded, "I am sorry Sir. We shall concentrate efforts to aid you immediately." Kyrel grinned in excitement underneath his mask but responded coldly. "Excellent come with me, if the rest do not know of this new change they will soon learn enough, we must drive the enemy from our Lord's Castle at once." The droid nodded as the rest lowered they're blaster rifles and followed him as Kyrel moved past him into a corridor. Kyrel felt tremendous excitement as he advanced into the halls sensing the purple haired Ren the team leader [member="Samka Derith"] clearly in trouble. He grinned as he had now acquired his forces and as soon as he reached Samka's position and offer her aid with the squads are with him, the other Ren would have to deal with they're own problems with the droids it was time for him to join in the fight and aid his Brothers and Sisters.

 

[Garett Van]

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FN-4077 "Sub Zero" or "Zero"
Rutan Surface
Allies: First Order, Imperial Remnant, and other Allies
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, and Allies.

Her helmet back on before Joan showed up, Zero stood up and started off again towards the objective, this time at a pace much slower so Joan could keep up a bit easier. Though still a little bit ahead of Joan, Zero was still in visual range of her commanding officer. Though this wasn't normal for Zero, she figured it would be easier for them to get the drop on lone SIS troopers patrolling around if they were closer together, rather than farther apart. This would also allow them to communicate with hand signals in case with worst case scenario comms were compromised, but that would be a difficult task to accomplish even for the SIS. It wouldn't be long before the two made it to the sensor blackout, and once there things might get more difficult, as who knew what it would do to their comms or their IFF readers in their helmets. So their best chance was once inside the blackout area find the device causing it, find it, and destroy it ASAP.

Zero brought maybe a bit too many detpacks for this job, as she has enough in a satchel to take down a small shield bunker, if placed right. A tad overkill but that was more normal for Zero, she always liked overkill. She kept telling her scout team partners be prepared for anything, yet none really listened to her.

[member="FN-888"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Jarven Zexxel"] | [member="Maria Natalja"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Darth Vader's castle
Objectives: Repel the Galactic Alliance | Secure the castle
Allies At Location: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | KoR/FO
Enemies At Location: GA
Gear:{In Sig} Ren Attire / Cloak

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The mechanical noise of droids was unmistakable, and Connor saw them come through the darkness ahead. He froze, not knowing how to proceed and for a split-second knew not if they were friend or foe. Battle droids were not going to be with the Alliance, but they could be here to protect -

His thought was interrupted. Their command echoed through the molten catacomb, and the red blaster fire illuminated the curve of the rocky walls as they began to fire. So much for being allies.

Connor span to the side and raised his hand, repelling the energy bolts that impacted against the barrier of Force energy he pulled together, and a few lone bolts took out a rogue droid limb; a head or leg, and they collapsed down.

Clenching his fists, he pulled the darkness around him that bled through the walls and the lava streams, and pushed outwards to send eruptions of lava up and out towards the droids who never stood a chance, and their components melted in an instant, turning them to slag in seconds.

He stepped forward to survey the steaming carnage, and turned his head at the sound of blaster fire coming from down the further tunnels. With no weapon, and no clear way out, Connor wasn’t going to go looking for a fight. He traversed a dangerous number of streams jumping from rocky walkway to one metal one, and he didn’t stop.

After a few minutes, the lava a perfect light to guide him, Connor came to a stone opening; a cylindrical tunnel that was raised above the stream of lava as it trailed under the castle through a grille. Small droplets spat onto a steel walkway that was erected from the ground up into the tunnel. Looking into the opening, the Disciple stood there for a while and absorbed the fear and uncertainty around him, making his resolve stronger.

He stepped up from the catacombs, droids sounding behind him, and walked through the tunnel which was made of strong metal and glass sections.

A glow could be seen up-ahead, and the bubbling lava behind Connor faded with each step into the cavern that pulsated with the Dark Side. It was absorbing and it was enticing and it was here. A number of crystals burnt with a glow of red. Fires burnt from gasses seeping through the ground the cavern was built on. The walls were smooth from years of erosion from the magma in a now perfectly formed cavern that housed cystals and what looked like a large podium at the far end. One for holo-communication? Meditation? Connor was transfixed and didn’t move.

The Dark Side has spawned from hell itself on Mustafar, and Lord Vader had built his castle atop it.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovkeYzsF3-o&index=22&list=PLpdRrmiqbfWPV6OwkPtaX4cMWgszSIlnX
Allies: [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | @
Enemies: [member="Choli Vyn"]
Objective: Reinforce the Mining Facility Assault
Location: Mustafar Ash Flats.
Loadout: First Order Officers Uniform| First Order Officers Greatcoat| 2x VX Grenades| 1x Thermal Detonators | Riot Baton| 1x Nerve Injector| T-7 Ion Disruptor | SE-44C Blaster Pistol.

Rexus turned to the Moff, "We move to secure the mining facility," He barked, "It's little over a click away, but these vehicles here should give us enough cover." He then turned to the Moff, "Despite the casualty reports, the Alliance are bad soldiers and even worse pilots." He paused, wiping perspiration from his forehead, "They have this weird idea, that more is better, and throw themselves at you like wenches in a pub. It's baffling." Rexus then eyed the rest of the troopers, "Alright boys, heads down, bums up, we're gonna have to be quick getting to this place. Cover yourselves, and take pot shots, but don't get bogged down. Get it?"

"Yes Bossman!" The Gunners replied in unison.

"Alright you chitsniffers, get to it!" Rexus snarled. The stormtroopers took off at a cracking pace, their helmets did turn to face the oncoming wave of Alliance gunships, and their deploying troops. Rexus was by no means a sniper, but given his equipment, he could certainly dent the Alliance's attack. The T-7 Ion Disruptor was a rifle as old as time itself, but it was designed to take down one target. Enemy material. Rexus paused while the Gunners jogged, and zoomed in with his sight, priming it at a gunship deploying troops. He traced its path to landing, and fired, aiming three blasts at the cockpit. It wasn't exactly easy. The recoil certainly hit harder now he didn't have the pristine white of stormtrooper armour. But Rexus would manage, as he always had, with a smile on his face, and the promise of cheap company when he returned home.

 

[Zmej Ren]

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Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] | FO
Enemies: [member="Erinyes Draclau"] | GA
Directly Engaging:
Equipment: Battle armour, X-11E Sonic Rifle, M1-VX Grenades, Lightsaber

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Beacons of light loudly tore through the night with their scorching illumination, announcing the arrival of Jedi reinforcements. Some signatures shined more than others, marking their exceptional power and strength in the light side of the Force. Without any doubt, the weight of battling the reinforcements fell on her shoulders. A cold shower for sure, yet Zmej welcomed this challenge; was there a better way to die than going out a blaze of glory, fighting against impossible odds until the very end and killing numbers of Jedi? Instead of succumbing to fright or retreating deeper into the castle, she felt excitement burn in her gut, mixing with pain and creating a strangely pleasing sensation. The anticipation became unbearable – and while many would stand their ground right then and there, Zmej leaned against the rifle, using it as a walking stick for the first few unstable steps to carry her towards her fate. Gritting her teeth in pain and exertion, the young woman looked at the X-11E, lovingly admiring its shape. Knowing what had to be done, mentally laughing at the situation and wearing a large grin beneath the phrik helmet, she set off.

Droids were not what she expected or wished to face. Artificial enemies meant to replace those of flesh and bone, lacking hatred or sorrow. First robots to get in her way did manage to score several precise hits. Normally, blaster bolts would be registered and ignored, but given the knight’s current state, each impact felt like a punch. The beloved sonic rifle exited her grip, clanking against the floors of Vader’s castle, its dominant position replaced by a cross-shaped lightsaber. Springing to life, crimson flashes of light bravely fought the droids and their weapons alike, yet there was no way to block or deflect most shots – scorched marks continued to add on her armour, drowning the Ren in more pain that before. Her power, too, spiked in direct proportion, easier to control. Two machines rose in the air and shared a brief moment together as they impacted, reduced to scrap that turned into a shield.

Catching red bolts was an infinite endeavour though. Turning defence into attack, Zmej hurled the disabled droids against their still active brothers, crushing and ripping the machines apart telekinetically, anything to get through their ranks and reach the dreaded Jedi forces. But just as she pushed forward, the cursed machines kept coming. Her heart stood still – was she not even going to meet the Jedi? Dying to some droids long before the first Jedi felt the devastating effects of her rifle – although Zmej loathed the idea, it became a real concern. Just when all seemed hopeless and her frustration reached the breaking point, the droids suddenly stopped and moved to greet the Jedi forces. Although oblivious to the cause, Zmej collected her bearings and followed, pace painfully slow.

Finally. Nothing stood in her way now and she eagerly awaited the Jedi to come and die. Even the brightest candles could be snuffed out and she was going to make their advance a costly affair glorified for centuries all over Dosuun. Finding a tight, long enough hallway was the key – plugging it to stop the Jedi from leaking inside before the flood burst through and overwhelmed her position. There, a nice spot – crashing against a wall, the knight of Ren slumped down, raising the X-11E and pointing its barrel down the corridor, trigger finger itchy.

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Mustafar, Ashflats in Vicinity of Frontrunner Crash Site[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Sub-Location: (In Vicinity of, but not present at): Mensix Mining Facility[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies in Scene: First Order & Allies, [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"][/SIZE]

• [SIZE=11pt]Allies In Vicinity: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="BE-183"] | @Heidi @Ziegler | [member="AR-3752"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Enemies in Scene: Galactic Alliance & Allies | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Asmus Janes"][/SIZE]

• [SIZE=11pt]Enemies in Vicinity: [member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Draco Vereen"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Objective: Defend Frontrunner Crash Site[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Personal Equipment: [/SIZE]FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor, F-11D Blaster Rifle, Bayonet, Combat Knife, SE-44C blaster pistol, x4 Thermal Detonators, x1 M1-VX "Vee Ex" Grenade, x3 M1-NR "Nerve" Autoinjectors.

[SIZE=11pt]Unit Equipment: [/SIZE](for general reference and flavour purposes only): FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor | F-11D Blaster Rifles | FWMB-10 Repeating Blasters (select troopers) | T-7 ion Disruptor Rifles (select troopers) | Bayonets | Combat Knives | Thermal Detonators | Standard Concussion Grenades | x1 FI-H8b: Hussar Command Speeder | x14 FI-C9v: Cuirassier Assault Repulsortanks

[SIZE=11pt]Post: 9[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon watched as he fired his blaster rifle again and again as bodies fell limply from gunships to the ground with a disturbing thump and crunch. They had fallen to the combined fire of the Stormtroopers, and Pharazon noted in a decidedly dark manner, his own blaster. However, there was little time for either the Stormtroopers or Pharazon to bask in their macabre achievements, the gunships were still raking their lines with blaster bolts and missiles. Pharazon could see the ominous red lights from his heads up display signifying KIA troopers from different units throughout the company, and he could still hear the screams of the wounded who had been incredibly lucky to survive a hit from the fearsome weaponry of the Alliance gunships. As Pharazon again fired a disciplined and brutal semi-automatic burst of blaster bolts at the cockpit of a gunship, he saw from the corner of his eye one of the Stormtroopers of 4th Platoon lose his arm. A blaster bolt from a gunship or U-Wing had all but atomised his arm into a red mist causing him to collapse and scream in pain, his battle brothers and sisters could only look on at the spectacle from behind their white plated facades. They could not spend any time on him while they were still being fired upon by the gunships.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Doctor Ven, I’m patching you into the medical status feeds of my company, I have also sent you a prioritised list of the troopers most immediately in need of assistance and have the potential to fight again after treatment, I need rifles on the line, good luck” Pharazon said by way of a reply to the Doctors assurances of her desires for survival over a direct comm channel, perhaps a bit more assertively and aggressively than he had intended, but he was being shot at and even his courtly manners had limits.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Imperials were defiant, however, as brutal an attack they were being subjected to they were countering it with their own brutally efficient barrage. Pharazon and the Stormtroopers of the 189th Grenadier Company spewed a mass of deadly red lances and ion bolts into the sky against the gunships and U-Wings, while the fourteen repulsortanks at Pharazon’s command filled the sky with anti-air missiles and their own savagely powerful pairs of dual linked heavy laser cannons. As Pharazon fired his blaster, his helmet flashing in grim red profile every time his blaster spat fire and defiance against the Alliance gunships, his face lined with stern rage. Crouching down after firing off another burst at a different gunship, Pharazon assessed the situation. His men were holding their own and the tank crews were performing admirably even if damage was beginning to mount on some of the repulsortanks. The tank that had first been hit had been hit again disabling one of its pairs of dual linked heavy laser cannons by missile from one of the gunships, Pharazon was not sure how much longer it could last but he needed every single one of the seconds and every last missile and blaster bolt it could give him. So he reaffirmed his order for his formation to hold fast over the encrypted com net.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I want those accursed gunships brought down on the double grenadiers! Show the Alliance the price of challenging the 189th! The price of challenging the might of Fortan’s own! Let them die with our Empire’s ascendancy still reflecting in their eyes!” Pharazon roared, hoping to encourage the courage and aggression of both his Stormtroopers and the tank crews as best he could. He could only hope his skills of oratory and rhetoric so charming and convincing to those in the palace of Hapes, could win over hardened Imperial combat veterans.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Peering out from behind the tank he was using for cover, Pharazon used his helmet binoculars to survey the status of the Alliance troops that had disembarked from the landers the Stormtroopers had seen fly in with the gunships. Having to filter his visor to account for the smoke and ash filling the air, and quickly hide behind the tank several times to avoid losing his head in a most embarrassing fashion, he was able to just barely make out their troops beginning to marshall into proper formations. He could also make out that some of them appeared to be some kind of combat droid but he was not sure. Preparing to attack. He swore viciously under his breath to himself, he could not attempt to punch through and assault their staging troops as he would then leave the Grand Moff and the other personnel at the crash site with less than half their defenders.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Switching to a channel for the tank commanders under his purview, “I need the three front tanks to try to hit those Alliance troops with as much firepower you can throw over that distance” Pharazon barked. He was not sure how accurate they would be or of how many losses they could inflict, but at the very least Pharazon thought, I can make those Alliance scum feel what awaits them out here, among the fire and among the ash[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Receiving confirmations from the relevant commanders, Pharazon watched with savage satisfaction as each of the three tanks send a salvo of assorted fragmentation and concussion missiles surging toward the Alliance troops and [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]beginning[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]firing their heavy laser cannons in a pounding rhythm. Satisfied that he had at least given the Alliance ground troops something to think about, Pharazon returned his attention back to the immediate battle and concerns of how and where the crash survivors and the various military units protecting them would go.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Rising from his crouched firing position, he took aim and fired at an U-Wing, [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]unbeknown[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] to him, piloted by one Lieutenant Commander [member="Choli Vyn"] . He was not sure why he targeted that particular shuttle, but he [/SIZE]felt something about it. Another of the disturbing and vague feelings he frequently received in high stress situations. However, it felt different to him this time, less of a feeling of something, but of someone. Pharazon did not like this new dimension to an already deeply disturbing set of experiences he had suppressed thinking about. I shall not die this day, with mist damned feelings or not.

[SIZE=11pt]He kept firing at the U-Wing, trying to channel his unease and hatred into white hot discipline and accuracy as he received reports of likely incoming Alliance X-wings, but also reports that Captain Wenck and his troops had begun to advance. Pharazon and his troops and tanks would begin to move shortly he decided, but until he had word on the status of the Grand Moff and her movement, he would maintain his [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]position[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] and provide covering fire for Wenck and all over Imperial forces in the area before moving.[/SIZE]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Kyrel Ren"]
Vaders castle
Sith tomb
Enemies-bout to get a lot more then two jedi
Allies-first order

The strain she was taking combine with her injuries was pushing her limits, she closed her eyes and opened them in a flash as she suddenly started lifting it unknowing of how she was doing this but focused on it as she started trying to push the lava back

Suddenly she heard kyrel voice or....a mix of it and a rough tone, she looked over as she saw kyrel form, she closed her eyes then gasped in surprise, she then leveled herself and nodded as she focused with him and started robbing the lava heat, the lava solidified and became obsidian, she gave a almost crazy grin enjoying this greatly

Once it was done she pa red and fell to one knee, she then stood following kyrel as she pulled the force to her and shivered as she walked behind him, she looked to the apparition and bowed her head before speaking as the door slowly closed behind them

May we also meet again...you may have lots I wish to know....

She followed kyrel both sabers in her hands now as she gave a sigh feeling the heat of battle she couldn't wait to embrace again, she looked to kyrel and nodded

the guilty will know the innocents pain when justice is swift

She followed behind him then stopped seeing the droids and got ready to attack she then slowed down as she listened and stood up fully, she followed kyrel as she walked now with pride

She was ready for a real fight now

 

[Kriel Firin]

Vader's Castle
Enemy: [member="Sarge Potteiger"]

Talon Ren accepted Samka’s departure. If nothing else, it made things less complicated.

So he steeled himself for a duel that would likely end with only one of them left standing. It was so often the way and he was prepared. And as he squared up to his opponent, he waited out the silence — which demonstrated one thing to him — they were both competent.

Back on Bespin, his family had many guard dogs to patrol their property. It was a throwback to having old money. But the method for choosing them returned to his mind as he stood there. The best guard dogs never barked. It was the ones that made most noise you would expect to be the brave ones — but it was the exact opposite. Cowards tended to make most noise, hoping their foe would back down. The quiet ones were more than happy for a scrap — and the man in the exoskeleton was silent.

This promised to be an epic duel.