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

[Sarge Potteiger]

[member="Kriel Firin"]
Vader's Castle
World's Slowest Duel

Sarge kept his blade mirroring his opponent, and in the age old manner of a fighter squaring up his opponent, he began moving, circling. His go-to style necessitated fluidity of motion and economy of effort, but it also required constant movement in order to remain viable. Besides, every moment they waited was a moment for him to catch his breath. Using the Force itself hadn't been overly taxing, and he hadn't engaged in a long fight with Samka.

But all of that, coupled with the brief Force Drain, meant he would be at less than peak efficiency against a fresh opponent.

He could say something, just then, but he didn't. Still, as he circled, he kept shifting closer to Kriel, inch by inch, tightening the metaphorical noose. Neither seemed ready to engage fully, or perhaps they were simply puzzling out a strategy for starting things up.

In truth, Sarge had never fought a Sith who hadn't just... charged straight into a fight. This was a novelty, but at the same time, it was exhilarating in the manner only the unknown can provide.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Location: Mustafar skies over Mining Facility
ALLIES: [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Choli Vyn"]
Enemies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] [member="Pharazon Draken"]
Gear: TX-110 and blaster in Sig, Sniper Drone
“Got that Vyn, coming in low and hard.” Clearly she was in the middle of a situation and wasn't quite in the headspace for continuing a conversation. Asmus could swap from chit-chat to flight too easily, in fact he could balance both in his head whilst keeping an eye on the scanners.

After the battle was done he would attempt to get his SIS superiors to allow him a conversation in person with the young Rogue. Choli had joined the Rogues at the same time as him and he had watched her go from strength to strength, slowly learning how to use her sensitivity to the Force to become a truly exceptional pilot. She was the kid of the squadron too; their escapades had been a bit of an eye opener for the girl he thought. Asmus was now almost as proud of her banter as he was her still at the stick. This was one of those occasions when Asmus might just end up in trouble with his superiors. He needed to sit down face to face and talk to the girl about her capture. It was his duty, as per previous superior and as a friend.

A look over the GADF view of the battlefield suggested the situation was getting hot. Anti-air weapons firing back at Alliance gunships. First Order forces were sending the armour forwards but appeared to have dismounted most of their infantry. Unless they remounted the infantry in IFVs they would either have to push the armour well ahead of their troops or keep them rumbling forwards slowly. Hopefully they went for the latter. Asmus had a nose-mounted repeater that drew as much power as all four heavy cannons typically mounted on an X-Wing. It could chew through armour with ease.

The First Order wouldn’t hear a consistent roar of engines. Wilson’s TIE Defender emitted a piercing shriek compared to his four engines. Asmus was young, but so was the Alliance. He was one of their most decorated pilots, having fought in engagements from the Outer Rim to the Deep Core. His vessel was one of the most maneuverable ships in the Galaxy.

Asmus hugged the ground, the computer always on the verge of throwing a hissy fit based on the output of the proximity sensors. His vessel shot across some high ground and descended towards the rocky ground harbouring the First Order. Asmus lined up a row of tanks close to the front of the formation. He dipped his nose and pushed up the repulsors to keep his altitude level and squeezed the trigger. A steam of green spat across the formation with a roar, throwing up plumes of detritus.

“Keep tight we’ll go over that ridge and then come around for a missile run!”

OOC/ I know I’m not going to stop the entire FO advance just because I’m in a fighter, I’ll head over to the facility and get on foot at some point

 

[LT-137]

Location: Mustafar, Planetside.
Sub-Location: Mensix Mining Facility - Exterior Landing Platforms

Allies: The First Order and their Allies - [member="Rolf Amsel"]
In Vicinity: [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="BE-183"] | [member="AR-3752"] |
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance and their Allies - Moving to Engage.
In Vicinity: [member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Six-O"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] |

Primary Objective: Secure the Mining Facility.
Secondary Objective: Rejoin the Strike Force.
Equipment: See Signature for Relevant Links.
Post Count: Two.

Since the dawn of written language, those who took the pen to parchment and spilled forth their biased prose had blissfully omitted the realities of war from their poetic diatribes. They failed to encapsulate the maelstrom of fury and chance that warfare had become, electing to focus their audience’s attention on the boiled down battle between a handful of heroes, who fought, surrounded by their faceless and nameless lessers in stupefied awe. While the tales of victorious champions had inspired entire generations of young minds to follow in their aggrandized footsteps, consigning themselves to a future of disappointment and violence, those who had already walked the path would find such stories of war - boring. Why would they wish to read about the battles they’ve fought, when it’s laced with biased falsehoods and the inability to comprehend the terror one feels as they march towards their doom? They lived through what others had only read about. Their minds were tainted with the memories and sins of the lives they took, and the deeds that stained their hands.​

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For Torian, there were days that he couldn’t recall the faces of the righteously slain, where he couldn’t relive the events of the battle in his mind’s eye. Then, there were days where he could remember every swing of his axe, the screaming faces of the dead, and burning buildings.This day - it seemed that the Stormtrooper couldn’t recall the synthetic faces of those that he had killed, but could easily call the events of the day to mind. The landing. The drop. The first swing of his Axe. The exaltation of the first kill. Now, he would remember the percussive detonation of superluminal munitions, as they fired into the ashen choked clouds and stole what cover the Stormtrooper and his squad had on the protruding landing pad. Weapons that were first deployed against the First Order upon the surface of Kaeshana had been utilized once more, and unlike that radioactive dustball - they were significantly more effective in tighter quarters. They battered and tore apart the Assault Lander’s, even going so far as to push their riddled corpses off the platform, leaving them to spiral towards the flowing rivers of magma below.​

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He had to move. His Soldiers had to move. They couldn’t stay atop the platform any longer, as to do so would spell nothing but death for anyone that didn’t bear the Alliance’s transponder crest. He had ordered them into cover as they found more and more hostiles spilling out of the facility, which had dragged them to this point. They were pinned down and bereft of support; a rock and a hard place if one wills to call it that. Gritting his teeth and cursing himself for following the path of least resistance, Torian fanned his gloved fingers against the spiked length of his weapon. He had to be quick, or else they were all dead.​

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:: Squad Pierce,:: He said through clenched teeth. :: Move forward, take the catwalks. Eights, get your repeating blaster and hose down the adjacent platform, I want some cover from those Droids. :: Looking to the rest of his Unit, and trying to swallow the sudden urge to smile, the Stormtrooper found his hands wandering towards his belt. :: Activate your mobility shields. That’ll buy us the time we need to get in close. Set your masers to maximum, let’s fry these walking rust buckets. :: ​

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With his Orders given and his body readying itself to act, gold and crimson warning lights pulsated at the edge of his visor - notifying him of something that needed his attention. Risking a glance towards the rolling curtain of iron-hued skies, Torian bore witness to one of the Assault Lander’s that had come down on a lower platform, dusting off from the flight deck and soaring towards a distant horizon. He couldn’t tell where it was going but sufficed to say - the fact that an Imperial Stormtrooper of the First Order had faltered in his resolve so easily… chafed his nerves raw. They were trained from birth to combat whatever threats lurked out in the sea of infinite black, and yet - here they were. Turned into a mockery through the insidious machinations of beings that would consider themselves Gods.​

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He hated them. He wanted to kill them. Thus, that meant he had to act. When in doubt; Move Forward. The old adage brought back his grin, and the boiling blood within his veins curled the smile into a savage, bestial snarl.​

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Biting back the urge to growl, Torian surged forth from the wrecked hull of his Assault Lander and charged the enemy's partially fortified, and entirely fluid position. The waspish stings of their plasmatic weapons sharpened his focus, honing it to a single point. His world became the moment, and whilst his shields were rapidly drained, the Stormtrooper and his comrades found himself amongst the synthetic number - seeking to break through their lines and breach the facility properly.​

 

[Samka Derith]

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Location: Darth Vader's Castle
Allies: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Enemies: Droids, soon [member="Erinyes Draclau"]

She turned to face the oncoming squad of droids. "I'm not your en-" she began but there was an onslaught of blasters before she could say any more. Clearly they were not here to negotiate nor listen to explanations.

Samka deflected one of the bolts about to connect with her thigh and dove for cover. Her fighting style had never been one for reflecting blasters, it was something she really had to improve upon one of these days. But as she slouched down besides the pod, the glass shattered beneath the hail of blaster fire. The deformed skeleton within dropped to the floor and shattered. With it came a purple mist seeping over the area. It vanished as quickly as it appeared but the smell was putrid enough to make her gasp. She's inhaled the substance, whatever it was, and the sensations were... most unpleasant. It burned into her lungs and brought tears to her eyes. Coughing and spluttering, she could hear the droids coming closer to get a clear shot. It couldn't end like this. No. Anger burned inside her. These tin soldiers couldn't restraint her. Nobody could restrain her, least of all them.

Pushing past the pain, Samka staggered to her feet. A roar of anger inadvertently became a Force Scream, knocking several of the closest foes back. Her next move was a blast of Lightning from her free hand which fried a couple of droids. She deflected one bolt back, blasting a droid in the head and now was within melee range. She sliced and twirled her way through the squad until nothing remained but scrap and sparking wires on the floor.

She panted for a moment, suppressing the pain from whatever she had inhaled. It was fading but the effects lingered. "Harrison?" She wheezed over the com system to [member="Connor Harrison"]. "I'm making my way to you." As she manoeuvred her way towards the centre of the Castle, heavy breathing seemed to follow. Echoes and voices in her head, laughing and taunting. Was this the Castle or whatever she breathed in? It was becoming hard to say.

She arrived in an open room circular where the lava still flowed beneath her. Opposite her was a woman, the light radiating from her in a sickening fashion. Apparently, she was unarmed but anyone with the Force was never defenceless. "Get out of my way," Samka growled threateningly as she marched up to [member="Erinyes Draclau"]. "I have no time for your distractions. Leave and you live." Normally her words would have a little more elegance to them but currently, the young Ren was too stressed for polite conversation.

 

[Zef Halo]

CLOSE TO BARKHESH ALLIANCE BASE
ALLIES: [member="Darth Carnifex"] ; [member="Koshka Scalvez"]
ENEMIES: [member="Michael Sardun"] and his booboo [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] |[member="Grozkalla"]
EQUIPMENT: Duraplast Armor Stormtrooper version of this basically | C-51 | Wrist Datapad | Vibroknife

ENGAGING: , [member="Aeron Kreelan"]


Karking weird edgy staff.

Mentally, Jude spat at the Sith Lord's staff. He put in more effort in using the Force due to it. The staff had no regard whether it affected friend or foe. It just did.

Unfortunately for Jude, he did not posses the luxury of time to watch the duel between the Jedi Master that survived a thermal detonator and the life hating Sith Lord.

Why?

Because a fethin' hot blonde gazed upon him. And the gaze was nothing like the gazes you should welcome from women. No, sir. These type of gazes meant one thing - fethin' run.

So he did.

Luck or the Force forced his feet to scramble away from the incoming projectile only to have it hit his shoulder pad and literally swipe it off before severly damaging a steel rubble behind him. Falkrowe felt the warm sensation of blood running down his left arm. A glancing hit but it demonstrated its lethal capabilities.

For a moment his eyes widened at the effect of the projectile before he turned his head to the blonde. The expression on Jude's face could be described only as the expression of a man who had karked up badly in front of his partner and was saying "Can we talk?" before his partner would vindictively throw all the silverware at him.

In this case, she'd probably throw the karkin' force-imbued silverware that just brushed against his shoulder and took the whole duraplast off.

No?

He ran to the side and attempting to keep his distance away from the blonde. The Force surged through him and his next move was implemented. Falkrowe fired the charric pistol wildly at the blonde while through the Force he attempted to mentally baffle her senses with the aim of disrupting of her capability of evading the bolts or at least increasing the time before she reacted.

 

[Allyson Locke]

R U T A N
In the Jungle

[member="Vexen"] - The only one with a brain
[member="Kaili Talith"] - what is love? Baby don't hurt me
[member="Micah Talith"] - The reason this all happened
[member="Kellyn Muir"] - The Real SIS agent

Enemies: TX-130T Tank | [member="FN-888"] | [member="FN-4077"] | [member="Andor Callro 457"]

Allyson stopped beating on the speeder and looked at Kaili as she listed off the things she had done while Allyson was gone. Staring at the girl as she spoke Allyson tried to formulate something in her mind to say in retort. She had never said anything about any of these things and Allyson felt somewhat betrayed if that was the right word. “Why did you ever tell me these things? Here I thought you were doing your business and other things.”

Suddenly the heel went flying along with the other one right after. Her frustrations were getting the best of her and she cursed. Looking towards Kaili she threw her hands up and shook her head. “Well it sounds like you don’t need me then.” It was all she could think of at this moment. Shaking her head, she opened her mouth to say something again, but was quickly interrupted by Vex in her comm.

Attention shifted and Allyson put her finger to her ear and messaged back to the wraith. “I’ll head there, Kaili will be with me...hopefully.”
Looking towards Kaili, she frowned. “Your brother and Vex are following troopers on foot - we need to head to the SIS base.” Pausing, Allyson sighed. “Are you coming?” Allyson swung her leg over the speeder and waited.

 

[Kellyn Muir]

R U T A N

Allies: [member="Kaili Talith"], [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Vexen"], [member="Allyson Locke"]
Enemies: [member="Jarven Zexxel"], [member="FN-888"], [member="FN-4077"]

Huh.

Someone definitely had been tampering with the generator, though electrical engineering was far beyond the scope of Kellyn's expertise. He couldn't tell if the severed cords had gotten to be how they were because of faulty manufacturing, third party tampering, or simple years of wear in the great wilderness. Nonetheless, there was nothing he could do. Or was there? It could be as simple as simply reconnecting wires - thankfully the colors of the wiring's insulators made the task easy enough. Red goes with red, yellow with yellow, and so on so forth. After a few painstaking moments of tying wires together, he stood up and reentered the outpost. All he had to do yet was manually reactivate the power.

With a flip of the lever, the lights flickered to life and the cool air began flowing once more. The SIS outpost was back in business.

"Power is back up.", he said through the SIS encrypted comms channel. He stood for a few moments, recollecting himself after the exposure to the humid elements outside. Slinging his weapon magnetically on his back and holding his bucket in his left hand, he advanced to the garage portion of the outpost which had been previously been closed off to him due to the power outage.

"Nice.", Kellyn said with a mischievous grin, eyeing the vehicle that lay before him ready for the taking. Donning his helm, he climbed aboard into the driver seat and sat for a few moments, in part to relish in the beauty of his new toy, and in part to await guidance if it would make it's way to him.

 

[Kaili Talith]

https://gfycat.com/WholeLeanEmperorpenguin​

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[Kaili's Armor] [Serenity of Inari]

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[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member=Vexen] [member=FN-888] [member=FN-4077]

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In all fairness, this was the only time Kaili could ever think of in which Allyson had ever really seen her in this state. At least on the receiving end of things. There were always moments in which Kaili got worked up over things, but those moments were more often than not worked to be isolated into moments that all took place behind a locked bedroom door or a distant forest clearing on a planet only a handful of souls knew how to find. The reality of why Kaili did what she did was far simpler than the complex lie to keep it all up.
“I don’t- ?!” Kaili was taken aback by the comment. “No, I-... I need you.”
“Did you ever consider that maybe that was why I didn’t tell you?” She tried to calm down while approaching the brunette’s speeder. “You worry, but you worry too much, and I don’t know how to tell you that.”
Her leg lifted over the back of Allyson’s speeder and she took a seat behind her. It didn’t feel right, being this close in the middle of a fight. At least not one of this kind. Pressing your body against the other’s simply because it was the only way to not fall off your chosen means of transportation.
It seemed Kaili was great at advice except for when it came to herself.
Typical.
“I can take care of myself. My father was a renowned fighter, my mother was a Jedi Shadow, my sister was a Jedi Marshal, my other sister can pretty much pet wild predators upon first contact, and my brother… Well, you’ve met him already.”
And that wasn’t mentioning extended family.
“I’m sorry.” Kaili sighed. “That I didn’t tell you about it.”
Then again, depending on which speed they were moving at, words might not have been as easy to hear as Kaili thought or believed them to be.

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[Ty Rellius]

Vader's Castle

[member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Erinyes Draclau"]
[member="Kriel Firin"]

It was as though Ty had temporarily fallen into a trance. There was an angelic tenor that rippled through the force and sent a calming shiver down his spine. He could have died at that moment and been perfectly relaxed and content. He looked around to see sith girl running away from him… He sometimes had that effect on women so he was not too insulted. Sarge was fighting some Sith “lord/master/imposter” and a voice crackled over the radio.

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

The radio altered the beautiful voice on the radio but it couldn’t mask it. Ty looked around and was frankly bored with the situation.

[Master Dracula, this is Ty. Sarge is a little busy fighting some Sith thing. Sounds like there is some action going on outside… I’ll head your way. ]

Ty started walking away towards the main gate he had previously been violently acquainted with. He lifted a small pebble with the force and threw it at his ally's silent attacker. It wouldn't do any damage... just something to let him know that he would be back shortly. He danced his way to the gate still wearing his Vader PJs and accompanying mask. Have you ever seen a jedi dressed in vader Pjs dance the robot? now you have... you're welcome!

 

[Aver Brand]

MUSTAFAR
Location: Vader’s Castle
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Erinyes Draclau"]
Enemies: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Gear in bio

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPPMx78qs1s​

The engines roared beneath her boots as the pilot took them in. Already she could see the jagged silhouette of the ruin, black against the hellfire that clawed at the sky. If there ever was a planet more suited to warfare, Aver had yet to set foot upon it.

Short a trip as it was, it allowed her a moment’s respite. A chance to catch her breath. Sit down. That, and take stock of the damage. Bruises, burns, the lot – and a glitched HDM. With some fumbling and a curse on her lips, the merc reset the matrix. Good. With the shetstorm she was flying into, better have all her aces ready.

IFF tags took the care of the couple orbiting FO ships around the Castle, and then they were in range. The mercenary rechecked her systems and weapons, then prodded the statue-like pilot. “Here’s where we get off. You did your part so—” Aver reached forward and relieved him of his helmet, “go grab a ‘chute from the back. Unless you wanna go the rest of the way into the wall?”

The man didn’t have to be told twice. With a bewildered stare he rushed out of the cockpit. Moments later a small shadow dropped from the vessel and down into the mess of cooling and boiling lava. By her estimates, he’d have better chances of survival up here, but hey: gotta give people a choice, or they accuse you of being a tyrant.

Aver calmly set the autopilot, high speed, a steady dip in trajectory. It would send the sizeable dropship straight through the exposed stretch of the Castle overlooking the ashflats below. If the Alliance channels were anything to go by, that was where the entrance corridor was, and apparently a massive cluster of rustbucket droids from a previous era.

Oh, well.

Crashwebbing in the back, secure. Weapons ready. Grin on her face. Obligatory comm warning: “Incoming, north wall. Steer clear, Alliance friends.”

The ship would come crashing through the crumbling wall with the resounding screech of metal and concrete fighting for dominance. Every stone in the castle would shake and rumble with the impact, the roar of engines echoing down the halls of the ancient structure. It just so happened that a huge chunk of the broken ferrocrete would fall right on top of those droids, crushing their squeaking bodies like so many flies. Through the smoke and licks of flame, a sole figure would emerge, painted with red backlight like this was some B-rate holovid.

Considerably less dramatically, the figure did not shout any witty one-liners into the corridor.

(She did, however, scan for offensive lifeforms, and merrily headed that-a-way. [[member="Zmej Ren"]])

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Barkesh North[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Hold the lines, teach the FO about taking vitamins[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies:[/SIZE] [member="[B][COLOR=#d5d5d5][FONT=tahoma][SIZE=10pt]Rebel Sunka"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Tsuki Aihara"], [member="Kaida Taldir"][/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: FO, [member="Asharad Graush"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Weapons: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]shield[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Cortosis staff[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]ion-beamer[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]armorweave[/SIZE]

Trex. Was Trex okay? For a moment she lost sight of him. And in the next moment, she felt an invisible force arrest around her form and yank her forward, toward tin-can man. "Ooommphh." Head whipped slightly back, chestnut strands of hair pooling along green skin as her feet skid and dragged across the ground.

Green digits wrapped tightly around her staff. She went to parry the protruding end of his staff away from ramming into her stomach and just as quickly, her own staff came up to aim a swift jab into the same place she'd shot him a moment ago, releasing a pulse of electrical energy from the electrical generator at her staff's base. One of Rekha's shots whizzed just past her shoulder but seemed to be aimed more to the side of the sith lord she wasn't currently occupying.

Bless Rekha. Bless her.

"Stop this," teeth grit as she fought. "Feel the tides of this battle. You're outnumbered." Literally. "Don't let your pride cause your death."

The mirialan still hoped. Deep down. Maybe deep, DEEP down there was still redemption for the armored sith.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

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Location: Mustafar, Vader's Castle​

Allies: Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: First Order​

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

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The blonde ran her hand over her thigh, cleansing it of the blood from her collar and leaving a notable blotch of red across the fabric. To say that cut did not hurt would be a fallacy, close as it were to potentially ending her life it would not be the call that ended the fight just yet. With a small grimace that she then tucked away the Jedi opened herself to the Force, felt the resonance of the dark side emanating from Castor and his wicked blade, the dismay brought into the light by the amplification of the darkness there in the castle. There, like a beacon she shined, drenched in the glowing warmth of the light side. She steadied her hand, adjusted her lightsaber into a side guard once more. The band on her shoulder warmed, as if responding to the darkness surrounding it. Her connection to the Force would grow, granting focus, clarity, coupled together with the crystal within daylight. Perhaps it was an edge that would turn the scale in her favor.

The rumbling beneath feet would not go unnoticed by Jamie, as it hadn't with Castor. Perhaps his comrades were a little less delicate with the so called sacred structure of an idol their regime supposedly revered. Hopefully this day would not be one of deja vu for her. Buried beneath rubble once was life lesson enough for her, a repeat was not on the agenda. Still she could see and feel the lust in the man's eyes. A common trait for those corrupted, that desire and need for pain and anguish. It was something she could not understand. Why anyone would wish for the experience of pain and even strive for it in themselves and others. The words he spoke echoed her thoughts, the sacrifice required to fuel that side of the Force bewildered her.

"Of course I feel pain. To be human is to feel pain. But it does not define life, Castor." The blonde shook her head, that is where their two similarities ended. "Life is the experience of all emotions, no one is more important than the other. Pain breeds pain. Only compassion, empathy, generosity, love, will bring harmony. What you wield there" Gesturing towards the sword, "is nothing more than an extension of sorrow."​

She would never understand the desire to see harm brought to another. Yet here she stood once again, face to face with a man that truly believed that force, aggression, and dominance were the ways to bring peace to the galaxy. Often times she wondered just how one became so detached from reality that they believed that the dark side was the only course of action to bring solidarity to the galactic populace. Were they born in hatred? Oppression? Was it taught from an early age, or was it a singular act of rage that brought out their talent? From that moment on did they seek no alternative to their anger? What was it?

Azure eyes studied the bald headed man as he once again shifted his dynamic, likely an attempt to confuse her to his next move. Though just as he stepped inward to drive his sword towards her midsection the girl reacted sharply. A tightly controlled downwards arc met the alchemized sword about three quarters from the blade's tip, following momentum to drive it towards the floor. In a fluid transition the young Jedi threw her hand to the side, seeking to grab hold of the bag the Ren had set down and use it as a projectile, its' course set straight for his torso in hopes to knock him off balance while she closed the short distance between the two to try and drive her saber between the gaps of his armor plates long enough to cripple his ability to respond.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

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Location: Vader's Castle, 4th Floor > Lift
Allies In Range: None
Questionable Parties In Range: [member="Cameron Centurion"]
Enemies In Range: [member="Aela Talith"] (Rooftop) | Geonosian Droids
Objective: Plant the Flag, Defeat the Droids

On the fourth floor Mishel looked ahead she could see a lift on the far side of the hall but between her and the lift were more droids, this time larger than before. They rolled into the room with ease, firing blaster bolts in her direction. Block, deflect and force jump out of the way the bolts followed her, sliding along the ground her boots could be heard screeching against the floor. Her feet burned with the sliding, feth, they were burning just from standing up for this long and in this armor. She was suddenly regretting skipping out on brother [member="Castor Ren"]'s training classes in favor of going out with sister [member="Ara Ren"] into the village of Siverra for a late night run at the taverns. Hoisting her lightsaber up, hand over hand as she worked to deflect the bolts back into the direction of the droids. It was here that the young Ren realized she was backing herself into a corner, she looked to her hand as she held the lightsaber and threw it forward forcing the droids to either alter course or be severed by her lightsaber.

She took the brief moment to put both hands together and create a fifteen-foot cone of fire, this one wasn't nearly as powerful as her last but as her lightsaber came through the flames and back into her hand she could feel the blade pulsating with power. With her cybernetic hand holding the lightsaber by the hilt and her good hand being used for balance she was quick to slash through the set of droids. Sweat continued to pour down her face, and the flag tussled in her armor and with each movement. She wasn't getting anywhere and all that was happening were more droid parts flying and the lift seemed to be so far away. Mishel grew frustrated by this notion, but she knew that anger and frustration were good things to have as a Ren, and thusly she recalled sister [member="Zmej Ren"] who always seemed to be upset. She recalled all the days, and missions she had been on with the blonde knight. It would be here that the vat-grown girl would take what she had observed and learned and turn it into a great source of power.

The girl shut her eyes and put her lightsaber away as she took a moment to focus and concentrate. She could take both her pain and anger and convert this into a force energy, a reserve and as she meditated she knew that the bolts would continue to fly. Mishel felt the stinging pains of the bolts, her cloak of pain would draw it back to her efforts to meditate in this particular moment. Within fifteen seconds she knew she couldn't hold out for too much longer and so after thirty seconds she pushed her hands forward and with a mighty roar let loose a wave of force fire. A conflagration that seemed to sweep only a quarter of what she wanted the girl chucked this up to her level of training, but it did, however, provide her a clearer path toward the lift. Placing a hand on her lightsaber once more she activated it and force sped through what was left of the first portion of droids sweeping her lightsaber on either side, half way down the corridor and she felt something strike at the back of her neck. The girl tossed her lightsaber toward the assailant but felt her knees go before her, and as her eyes lifted up toward the two doors she let out a breath, her breathing was heavy, she was exhausted but she knew her goal.

Her lightsaber came back to her hand, and arm by arm she pulled herself across the floor. Most of the droids were down, for now, some still shot but a single flick of her hand and she would force crush them. Slowly she drew her feet to the floor, she dragged her body up against the doors of the lift. Mishel was still trying to catch her breath, her lungs burned and her force reserves were struggling to keep up with her. Scattered at her feet were the blasters used by the droids, and as she bent down the girl felt the aches of her body. Her fingers gripped around the blaster's edge as she pulled it up and then moved her body to rest against the frame of the lift as she hit the button to call for it. She winced again and put her hand to the back of her neck, it chipped off the armor and she could feel the burns against her skin. With her mouth opened the word ow came forward and all Mishel wanted now was to go back home, and the voice from before called to her; you were taken - Mishel, you are not a child of Ren.

"Silence," Mishel ordered the voice, "I am a child of Ren, I am my father's daughter and I will not betray my family. Siobhan Kerrigan's blood may run through my veins, but she has nothing to do with who I am and who I will become. I am a Ren and that alone is my decision." She huffed and puffed out her words if only to perhaps convince herself of who she was. The door to the lift opened and the tank-grown Ren fell into it, and as the door closed she realized. "Right, button," and so Mishel took the blaster and aimed the back of it at the button she needed to push and threw the weapon at the panel. A single blaster bolt went off as the weapon clattered to the ground, and the proceeded to cower on the floor to shield herself from the bolt all the girl could manage to say was this, "feth me sideways..."

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Vader's Castle​

Allies: Galactic Alliance/NJO [member="Liliane"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Erinyes Draclau"] @everyone else​

Enemies: First Order/Knights who say Ren! [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Cameron Centurion"]​

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Directly Engaging: No one yet, gotta move to meet them (Cameron)​

Gear: In signature​

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It was rude to keep a lady waiting, but she figured she would give that dark presence some slack considering there were a lot more Jedi present in the castle now. Getting up, she started to make her way out of the smelting chamber and back up into the castle proper, following the signature of that new dark sider in the currents that moved through the Force. As she slowly walked, she could hear the sounds of battle echoing from all around.

In the mean time, she supposed she could always continue messing with Connor. Submerging herself within the White Current, she started to reach out to where Connor's location was. Her goal was actually pretty simple, and that was to help him grow a little bit more... even if it would appear she was attacking and messing with his mind and perceptions... which she supposed she was. He would think the illusions he would see were being caused by the dark side nexus of the castle, but she would be quietly chuckling in the background.

Once she reached this new challenger though, she wasn't going to resort to such tricks and such. There was a time and place for such things, and she wasn't going to stoop to such things in a duel. Oh no.

 

[Allyson Locke]

R U T A N
[SIZE=9pt]In the Jungle[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][member="Vexen"] - The only one with a brain[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][member="Kaili Talith"] - what is love? Baby don't hurt me[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][member="Micah Talith"] - The reason this all happened [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][member="Kellyn Muir"] - The Real SIS agent[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Enemies: TX-130T Tank | [member="FN-888"] | [member="FN-4077"] | [member="Andor Callro 457"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The speeder shifted as Kaili climbed onto the back of it. This would have been better if she didn’t decide to break the side cart. The last thing Allyson wanted right now was Kaili pressed against her. In all honesty, if she could feel comfortable with leaving Kaili on her own during this invasion she would have. Deep down though, Allyson felt better having Kaili with her and that she wasn’t alone. The engine warmed up on the speeder bike and Kaili continued to defend herself. Her hands gripped the handlebars as Kaili listed off her family members attempting to reiterate how capable she was. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Quickly, Allyson interjected at the end of Kaili’s little family history. “Lucky for you! Your family is all there alive and fully capable of [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]surviving[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]!” Her tone was harsh as she reminded Kaili of why she worries so much about her. “My mother was a homemaker, she died. My brother was in school, he died. My Father was an Engineer, he died while trying to evacuate the office he was working at when Corellia was being destroyed.” Cursing under her breath, she revved the engine of the speeder and turned her attention forward. “That’s why I WORRY about you, that’s why I OVER WORRY about you. I need you Kaili...more than anything in this karking galaxy.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The speeder took off silencing the last thing Kaili said. The bike moved quickly through the forest towards where the SIS base was located. [/SIZE]

 

[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

Joan continues sprinting with the plethora of equipment strapped to her Stormtrooper Armour, crimson pauldron flaps wildly in the breeze brushing past her. Despite clad head-to-toe in her high-quality armour. Joan still instinctively jerks away from the branches as she passes them. Their arms scratch at her helmet's visage; swiping at it. Joan's sapphire spheres glance over to her life-form tracker and examine the bearing of some contacts; Behind Zero and Helden there were a number of large lifeform contacts, Joan concludes they are humanoids. Catching sight of a slowed Zero, closing to their target area quickly. Not far from the darksky shield's event Horizon, Helden's left-hand throws itself in the direction of the azure diamond on her HUD. "Zero! Keep going and you'll move through the cloaking device! We've got contacts on our six!" Joan's hands tighten the Ion Disruptor against breast, she lowers head somewhat wheezing the oxygen from her lungs. Burning shooting up her calves and thighs panting loudly. Moving with the motivation of death following behind her. Zero might note Helden's increased agility and speed in this crucial moment. If a physiotherapist was watching they'd be concerned the Stormtrooper Officer's Achilles tendon was about to rupture. Without warning, the environment and terrain changes; Rutan's surface disappears beneath the Stormtrooper Captain's numb feet. She drops through the air for less than a second, meeting the grass and stone-covered ground, curling into a roll that strains both shoulders' tendons and muscles. Rising from the roll she slams into the shield with a loud 'thud' and comical groan. "Good one...." Compressed ribs release the wheeze with a small smirk rising on her lips, gaze rises and searches around for Zero.

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

 

[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]
[SIZE=9pt]World shield[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] 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. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]GADF Base under [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Darksky shield[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]ALLIES: Galactic Alliance and Outer Rim Coalition[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Aeron Kreelan [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Alyce Hawke"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Grozkalla"] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Neutral: [member="Bethany Kismet"] -- Plantary Shield is now fully activated, any OSL member will need to request entry through GADF comm. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]ENEMIES: First Order[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Jude Falkrowe"] [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"] [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=9pt]Comander Seo gave a narrowing of his eyes. This could very well be a trap -- however…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Sir?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Seo gave a turn of his head, looking at the security officer at his side.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Scan the SLV Satori. Confirm that there are no weapons.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Aye, sir!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A preliminary scan soon swept over the Order of the Sacred Lotus ship. A few extra precious minutes but it served to confirm the story.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“All clear.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Commander Seo then turned towards the open comm broadcast to the SLV Satori.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ SLV Satori, you are approved for a five second window to pass through the shield and be directed to a secure landing area on the surface. Coordinates will be sent shortly.] Of course, those coordinates were on the other side of the battle where [member="Michael Sardun"] would be at. For their safety.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ You will have an Alliance escort upon your landing. ][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Meanwhile….[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The disc came screaming back to Aeron, the Zeison Sha whipping it out of mid-air again. Her angular features were contorted in determination; the fact that the bugger [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]ran[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] was enough of a clue that he wasn’t with any of the Alliance forces.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Oh no you karking don’t,” the tone-toned blonde uttered out, sprinting out to catch him. Of course, that was when [member="Jude Falkrowe"] spun to try and save his skin by sending a volley of bolts down range. Okay, Aeron could give him that, she expected that. What she [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]didn’t[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] expect was that his weapon was a charric. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Charrics fired a blue beam sometimes described as a maser-guided particle discharge. By delivering both kinetic and thermal energy, the charric, like the blaster rendered most ceramic and polymer-based armors ineffective, but unlike the blaster caused an electric shock upon contact with metallic armors. Charrics were unable to be reflected by lightsabers, and also carried far more kinetic energy, with the "enormous impact".[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Aeron had experience with Charrics before, but at the time, she wasn’t expecting some blonde beach bum to wield it. No, those who wielded it had a tendency to be blue. This guy was anything but BLUE. Well, until her fist connects to his face a few times. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Either way, the Force could give her enough warning to dodge the first. Maybe the second. The third? Packed a karking wallop of a hit right against her left shoulder. The Asharanarmor weave could take the blunt of the blast, even absorb some of the kinetic energy, but the electric shock that came after felt as if she’d been struck with a taser. That would bruise. That would also likely be fractured. Fan-karking-tastic.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Her body seized for a bit, and hell, the amount of cursing that came out of her lips was enough to make any man take a second look and blush. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“You little.” the Force went surging through her, and in the next instant she was … gone.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Well from visible eyes and the Force at least. Aeron had simply Force cloaked, hiding herself in the Force as she used it to fool her opponent and cross the distance. Needless to say, in short order, if bloody determination and speed had anything to say, Jude was about to get decked onto the ground by the full weight of the Omega Pyre Prex soon enough. [/SIZE]

 

[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 into the castle.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]NPC Actions with her: Attacking and slaying the NPC Droids being directed to attack Jedi Forces.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies Nearby: [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Zmej Ren"] [member="Cameron Centurion"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Kyrel Ren"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies Nearby: [member="Ty Rellius"] [/SIZE]
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It was a constant battle. One that waned and ebbed like the water in a river, seasons casting it into violent disarray as much as providing small moments of calm. The droids were increasing in numbers, but the Jedi reinforcements were steadily meeting them head to head. At the forefront fought the Grand Marshal, his blue blade searing through the droids, a humming scythe that slashed at robotic limbs and necks with the sizzle of sparks and charred electronics.

[SIZE=9pt]Having him here was a rallying cry. A method of having the New Jedi Order move and fight as one. The Darkside saturated the area here, but each and every single one were candles in the dark. Ever fluttering flames that just seemed to glow bright with Omai Rhen’s call. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Yet the battle was still ongoing. Erinyes could feel the shift and ebs of various lifeforces moving. The Force spoke to her in a much different way than it did with others; a concerta of notes and melodic tones that led her where she needed to be. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Fire fire, burning bright....” She whispered, a lost look etched upon her face. Distant, not quite there. Staring off into the glow of the nearby lava, watching something that wasn't there. Her eyes widened, vibrant green eyes contrasting against the pale cerulean hue of her skin. Something tugged at her, something that quickened her heart.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Closer, closer still. A rambling nonsense filled her, the faint chords of a distant melody filling her head as the Force sang into her ears.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]@Zmej wasn’t far off, the wall that she had crashed and slid against to find a tight spot in a long hallway was near. Such pain. Such agony. Such suffering.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]"...wretched pyre in the night." she rushed forward, the long length of her silver threaded robes brushing over the soot, grit, and grime scattered upon the polished marble under her feet. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Like an image struck from the past, a child like entity came into focus. Emerald ellipses settled upon the form of the young girl child; ah but appearances can be so deceiving. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Anger. Rage. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]"Get out of my way.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Determination. Focus. The melody took on an increase in pace and jolting into a chaotic tumble of notes.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]"I have no time for your distractions. Leave and you live."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Meters were quickly closed in. Seven. Five. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Such anger in thee.” Erinyes finally spoke. “Such suffering.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Rest, child.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A hand rose, two slender fingers as intense concentration followed the Shi’ido Master, tapping into her skill in [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]morichro[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]. The act was like a Force trance in itself, but attempted to suspend the biological functions, including breathing and heart rate. It was a way of subduing without harm. The way that Erinyes intended was to turn Samka’s energy and slow her bodily functions, making her tired and perhaps groggy with the intention of placing her in a trance.[/SIZE]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Darth Vader's castle; the lower catacombs
Objectives: Repel the Galactic Alliance | Secure the castle
Allies At Location: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | KoR/FO
Enemies At Location: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | GA
Gear:{In Sig} Ren Attire / Cloak
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The former Jedi Master of the Silver Jedi Order looked up at the cavern in his Ren helmet, his breathing steady and his aura open in a fortress literally built upon the Dark Side and the Sith. Many could claim to be the true incarnation of Sith, but those who did proved their inability to convince themselves they really were. They could say what they wanted, call themselves what they wanted, but the Sith were the burning embers that stoked the fire of the First Order, and their war against the injustice of the Light and their servants was in turn fuelled by the Dark Side of the Force; the lifeblood of the Sith and the Knights of Ren.

The Ren were as much of a threat to the Jedi as the Sith were, and Connor was proud to have been taken in by those who could have cast him out or had him killed when the Sith Lords had spurned him. It was their loss – for Connor stood below Darth Vader’s castle and absorbed himself in the Dark Side not for personal gain, or for personal advantage, but to become stronger and more powerful in the Dark Side of the Force to lead and help others to destroy the Light.

The Light that had burnt so many people in the past and, of course, had blinded him with lies and manipulation. If those who served the Dark Side turned on each other, then they were not true followers of the Force itself in their goal for galactic conquest and peace.

His hands were stretched out and he said nothing when Samka’s relay came to his helmet, but he hoped she would make it so he could prove his loyalty. When he looked closely to the crystals and far podium, he was certain a sprit seemed to form out of the steam rising from the magma holes in the ground. He stepped forward.

The First Order rose from the ashes of the Empire. You, Connor Harrison, should be executed for crimes against the very thing the First Order stands for.

The vision seemed to be that of a masked man, similar to Sith Lord Darth Vader, but so much about his past was fragmented, the detail wasn’t clear, and the voice inside Connor’s head seemed more mechanical than what he expected Vader to sound like; a man inside fearsome armour.

Connor knelt and removed his helmet, holding it under his arm. Hair flopped over his brow, eyes darting to comprehend what this was.

"I live to serve the First Order, my Lord.”

You are a traitor of the Jedi Order and will bring the First Order down around you, Connor Harrison. I have seen your kind before.

Keeping his head down, he frowned, as the voice boomed around the cavern. Who was this? A trap? His subconscious? The Dark Side itself? The Supreme Leader?

"The Jedi broke my spirit and lied to me over many years, and now I have found salvation with the First Order and the Dark Side. I will not fail them!”

Voices blended into one – voices of his past.

Alliances are nothing to you. You are volatile. Weak. Cowardly. Petulant. Foolish. A grip seemed to tighten in his chest and made him gasp. You are nothing and the galaxy is tired of your name, Connor Harrison. You are nothing and you will die as nothing.

Connor stared into the black ash below him as he hand shot forward for balance on his knee, and he felt the distaste coursing through him for every insult and defamation of his very being by this Dark Side vision. But he didn’t look up.

"I will be stronger than them all! I will lead them to glory and I will ensure…!”

The Dark Side is NOTHING to you! The grip got worse, and he winced as the voice became louder, and strange mechanical wheezing noise reverberated inside his head. You will soon know the true power of the Dark Side, Harrison, and you will have nothing to offer us except your very life. Even Ara Ren doesn’t want to know you anymore.

Connor gritted his teeth and the ground trembled below where he knelt, and his nails raked up the ash in his clenched fist and he decided to face the vision. He would not be afraid. He shot up his head, eyes hard and burning with passion.

"I am what the Dark Side wants me to be!”

His voice echoed around the empty cavern.The steam rose gently. All was quiet by the far roar of lava streams, and his breathing. Connor stared ahead for a moment and then sighed, lowering his head and standing up in the cavern that bled the Dark Side. Holding his helmet, the Disciple of Ren stood and continued to absorb the power around him.

"I will shape the galaxy once and for all…” he said to himself.

 

[Kuzo]

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

There were times to assert knowledge and dominance. This wasn't one of them. Captain Draken breaking their end of the bargain so quickly was of very little importance in the grand scheme of things. Once he patched the active status link into her helmet, Irajah could triage in her sleep. She didn't need his list.

The battlefield, however, was no place for ego. Mentally, she swapped several soldiers in order of priority, but otherwise she had better things to do than get snarky at Captain Draken.

Which, considering her usual level of snark, was saying a lot.

They couldn't spare someone to watch her back. And if they had tried, she would have just yelled at them anyway. The sense of danger in the Force would have to be enough. The time training with [member="Carach"] had honed that particular skill, and right now, she'd have to trust it more than she'd ever done before.

Of course, the low grade, constant tension of immediate danger meant that buzz in the back of her head was already on high alert. Any moment it could spike...

Awkward in the bulky armor, it took longer than she would have liked to reach the first soldier on her list and kneel next to him. It was an easy patch, one that would need further attention once this was over, but he'd survive.

Assuming everyone else did.

"Easy there," came the slightly tinny voice through the helmet. "I'm going to-"

She never got to finish that sentence.

Dangerous blossomed in her head, giving her a heartbeat of warning. Without thinking, she acted- using the Force to thrust the injured trooper away- it wouldn't be pretty, and he'd get a little banged up when he landed several meters away from her, but at least he was out of the blast radius.

Blast radius?

Irajah had no idea what slammed into the ground a meter from her. She had just enough time to pull the Force back in around her in an attempt to protect herself before she found herself airborne. The force of the blast knocked the already too large and precariously perched helmet from her head, sending it arching in the opposite direction.

Blinking into the ash filled air, wind hot and burning in her mouth and throat, she had just enough time to think Karking Maw, not again before slamming into the ground once more.