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

[Kriel Firin]

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

Vader's Castle

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An old tome on the subject said that two duelists can tell within seconds of the fight starting who was going to win — it was only ever a matter of time.

Of course, Talon Ren did not believe in that philosophy totally - because there were too many variables to contend with. So he continued to circle his opponent, allowing Samka time to get away, and was acutely aware that the man in the exoskeleton was inching ever closer. Soon they would be in range of each other’s blades and one of them would have to strike first.

Which was the he decided to act and implement one of his favourite moves — one associated with his preferred Form. He aimed numerous short strikes in a textbook rendition of Saber Swarm. His intent was not to kill or even maim, but to ensure he had the upper hand and his opponent remained on the defensive.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

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Location: Rutan, en route to kark poodoo in a vertical fashion.

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Objective: Infiltrate and disable (And have an awesome 2v2 duel).
Allies: First Order, [member="Carach"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance (Exact members TBA)
Gear: 2x curved-hilt lightsabres, Nagajj, Tsaisibola, Armour, 2x Vibrodagger

Though Carach caught the palpable emotion of hunger thrown from her mind, he would find it difficult to otherwise use his mentalism on her. A bi-product of her favoured presence-masking technique was that her mind became intangible, like a mist that slipped between the fingers of those who tried to grasp it. She knew the benefits of such powers all too well to allow herself to be easy prey. A lesser mentalist would probably not even be able to capture the surface thoughts that escaped her mental shields. That he could read her as well as he did was a testament to the Sith Lord’s prowess.

She watched intently as Carach’s form warped, the narrowing of her eyes almost visible through the reflective viewports of her scratched up helmet, or perhaps it was simply one’s imagination painting emotion on the blank, vaguely humanoid slate that was her visor.

“How did you acquire this ability?”

As the hum surrounded her, she looked at her hands, trying to see the glamer of the technique. While she was curious as to how it worked, she was also on guard. Trust was a sentiment long since purged from her mind, and a suspicion towards all others, Sith included, had grown since the fall of her first and only Dark Lord of the Sith.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

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

Small hits were what would eventually stack up to taking him down. She relished in every one of them, her grin hidden by her respirator. He held up valiantly though, his bladework something that was most definitely surprising. Getting through was near impossible and frustration slowly built. She refused to let it get to her however, instead she channeled it to fuel the darkness around her more. Her strikes were guided by the Force, taking after [member='Krest']'s technique. She hadn't mastered it by any means, but the augmentation was most definitely palpable to the redhead.

But the Jedi had some trick of his own. He found the split-second opportunity to reach out to the Force, pulling her knees towards him. Fighting it wasn't the way to go- There wasn't enough time to react. Instead she dropped to her knees, feeling them crash down on the hard floor making her drop her red-colored saber. It hurt a lot, and a grunt escaped her lips as she came down. The pain was incredible, but she wasn't going to stick it away. Fire burned in the redhead's veins as she fueled the pain to let that fire out. Literally. As the two were in close proximity Kaalia used her freed hand to send out a wave of scorching-hot fire towards the Jedi to make him back off. If he didn't, he'd find himself with some nasty burns. Another nasty souvenir from her trip to Kro Var.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Location: Mustafar, Mensix Mining Facility​

Allies: First Order & Allies​

Enemies: Galactic Alliance & Allies​

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

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Engaging: [member="Draco Vereen"]​

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In Vicinity:​

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

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

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

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As his vision blurred another cough wracked his body sending more spittle onto the interior of his helmet - but he didn't care. The pain had faded into a dull ache, the beat of his heart filling his ears, his mind... no, no that wasn't his heart though it still beat. A soft crack shifting his organs as the man continued to pummel Rolf's quickly fading body. The cryogenic blast of the grenade had encased the pair though Rolf had taken the brunt of the blast - though even if he hadn't his strength had failed him. Unlike the Mandalorian who yet held the blade embedded in his chest, Rolf lacked the ability to break free of the flash-freeze grenade, instead his mind had wandered. In an instant his vision seemed to rise, floating above the two men. Silently he could see the man's fist come crashing again and again into the side of his body but he couldn't feel it, in fact he couldn't feel anything save a floating sensation.

A sound broke the silence, a name called out to him - the voice long forgotten. "Eh Rolf? Rolf, you in there mate?" A few blinks later Rolf was staring across the table at a man with a dirtied face. "Thought you had gone daft on us for a second there, it's your turn." The man said, pointing down at the cards. Sabacc. Slapping a meaty hand down on the table, the man across from him grinned as he tapped the played cards with a fat finger. "Betchu can't beat that now can ye?" A smug grin crossed the man's dirty features. Dark brown eyes set under a thick brow, wrinkles forming as he scrunched his face. Baldur. He's not going to like this. Returning the man's smug nature with a grin of his own, Rolf looked down again to the cards in his hands for a moment. Raising his eyes to Baldur's, he slowly set down his hand on the table. A look of disbelief entered the elder man's eyes, the grin suddenly turning to a scowl. A memory... that's what this is. Lanteeb. As if in slow motion, Rolf watched himself reach down to his belt as the larger man began to slowly begin to reach to the table - the winnings his target. In that moment, time froze and then resumed. First, Baldur's fist clamped down on the credit chits, a moment later a blaster pistol had appeared in his off hand - and then there he was again, looking back at the man's smug grin. In a flash, Rolf's hands flew towards the table as Baldur's hands seemed to retrace their motion in time. As the table flipped, he heard the report of the blaster pistol.

His side. And there he was again, back on Mustafar, his eyes flickering open as he felt the blade begin to exit the wound. The fist to his chest had been wholly unexpected, the sharp crack of the contact causing his eyes to go wide behind the cracked visor of his helmet. The soft aloofness had gone and been replaced with an overwhelming pain, a pressure threatening to overwhelm him once more. As his body was thrown backwards the icy chemicals cracked, then shattered, Rolf's body limp as he fell to the floor with a sickening bounce. Frantically he fought to stay conscious, his hands fumbling towards his helmet. All thoughts of the situation around him had come second, Rolf realized... he couldn't breathe. Fingers clawing at the clasp, he tore the helmet from his head sending another heave of his lungs - another cough. This time, unhindered by the confines of his helmet, a light spray of blood spattered his armor as he coughed, overwhelming waves of pain pulsing through the man. As he let his body come to rest on the floor, helmet gently rolling away his vision faded once more as his mind drifted.

Another voice, no - more of a laugh, and a smile. As he opened his eyes he saw a familiar face, one he'd come to know over the course of the past months. At first a simple acquaintance that fated day on Kaeshana, then again at various events, most recently a sanctioned business conference on Halm aboard The Desert Empress. It had been nice. He saw the face of [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"] as if through a camera, flashed once, then twice. It gave him a brief respite from the pain.. and then it was gone, all consumed by a fire in the Major's mind. At first the flames licked at the edge of his mind's eye, slowly spreading until it felt as if his body was on fire - it was then he gave in to the flames, all vanishing as his broken body forced him into unconsciousness.

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Just outside the suspended bridge to the landing pad had been broken, pieces of the deck plating and helpless stormtroopers fell to their deaths, some killed outright by the darkened armored figure who blew them away like chaff on the wind, others yet wounded unable to grab on to the jutting walkway before the ground disappeared beneath them. No doubt the battle raged on along the collection of other landing pads and catwalks but the one Rolf and his soldiers had arrived on was wholly destroyed. Nothing left of the pad but the shattered walkway as it suspended hundreds of feet above the glowing crimson magma below.

Bodies filled the corridor, the entry way - a sudden silence fell in that corridor, a moment of peace amidst the struggle. Almost all had succumbed to their wounds, those that hadn't tried in vain to get up or treat their wounds. It had been a slaughter, a massacre of the troopers, and as they fought to stay conscious, to stay alive, they hoped that the others had fared better.

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Rolf Amsel's Equipment:

Armor: FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor

Weapons:

• 1 x F-11 D Blaster Rifle (Thigh Holster)
• 1 x X-11E Sonic Rifle (Slung)
• 1 x DEMP 2 Ion Blaster Carbine (Dropped in hall)

Grenades:

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

Misc Equipment:

• 4 x Thorium Charges

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Vader's Castle
Objective: Purge
Allies: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"], [member="Erinyes Draclau"]
Enemies: First Order people.
Moving Elpsis from the lower levels back to the entrance to link up with NJO reinforcements.
Gear: Beskar armour (in sig) + ARGH jets, bolter, hard sound carbine, magnetic revolver, anti-forcer + forcebreaker grenades, lightsabre.


Elpsis frowned slightly. "Think we drowned them, hun?" she wondered rhetorically. Her Force senses told her that their adversaries were still alive, but their auras were more distant, meaning they were probably moving away.


The girl shrugged her armoured shoulders. Then she visibly winced when something hit her skull with a strong force. It was not a physical pressure, but a strong forceful mental jolt. Suddenly, the landscape shifted before her ethereal eyes. She no longer saw the lower chambers of Vader's Castle. Rather she perceived dark plumes of ash and endless lakes of lava. Across the desolate landscape, blurry shapes did battle.


Jedi, recognisable by their glowing auras of light, did battle with Ren and mechanical hordes. The entrance to Vader's castle was a battleground, as the Jedi phalanx met the Supreme Leader's warriors head-on. The struggle was accompanied by all sorts of sabre twirling, acrobatics and cool special effects that would look good in an action holovid.


Abruptly, Elpsis was pulled out of the vision. In real time, only a few seconds had passed, though it felt a lot longer to her. She was left with a mild headache and took a breath, feeling a bit dizzy before she regained her bearings. Sweat had accumulated on her brow.


"There's fighting at the entrance. Think new Jedi landed. I'll go up and help. I feel there's still some Sithlings down here. Go burn one for me. If you need backup, shoot me a line," she spoke to her battle sister and lover, slapping her on the shoulder.


"But I asked the Great White Wolf to look out for you, so you should be cool," she added confidently, spinning around as she heard noise caused by droids that were trying to sneak up on them. The whine of blaster bolts filled the air, but her bolter was already up and roared, expelling ion bolts. What did droids not like? You guessed, ion attacks. A wave of telekinetic flame cleared a path for her.

 

[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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"...Only compassion, empathy, generosity, love, will bring harmony."​

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Harmony. Peace. No, there was never peace - it was in that same line of thinking that the Sith aligned with those beliefs of the Ren. Peace was an unattainable goal, one without measure, without definition and harmony? A twitch at the corner of his lips was all the acknowledgement of her words that he gave, his eyes warily watching the amber beam from her saber. As his strike moved forward a snarl curled on the edge of his lips, determination in his eyes - it was then the girl made her move, the blade arcing downwards as it contacted his sword, the point shunted down and as he sought to withdraw once more just beyond her reach the hastily thrown bag was in the air.

As Castor's blade bounced off the floor, he pulled back, but not in time to prevent his satchel from contacting him mid thigh. It wasn't a terribly heavy satchel but unexpected it caused his footing to falter. Catching him off guard he managed a half step back but by then the girl was well within striking distance, a fact which caused him a grimace. The Knight of Ren was no stranger to swordplay, it was likely his familiarity with it that kept him from falling completely to the woman's aggressive push - but he didn't go unscathed.

With a flick of his wrists he brought the blade of his own weapon up and in, crossing his body from right to left. He would play to his advantages. Unlike a lightsaber, the blade of Krigsgaldr was solid, something that could be grabbed onto without worrying too much about losing a limb, provided one was effectively gloved. With his left hand he grasped the blade as she made her move, the edge catching her own saber as it sought to drive between the armored plates and in a manner, she succeeded. Burning pain once more drove deep into the man's shoulder, stoking the fire that burned deep within his chest. The woman had caught him in the shoulder again, though this time worse and as the pain began to overcome his resolve he drove the hilt of the blade forward, the wicked cross-guard driving straight towards the girl's chest - the pain of being tagged once again by the woman's blade fueling his strength. He had paid for his miscalculation, but now the girl must pay for hers.

The time for words had passed, Castor had resolved it in his mind. Perhaps another place, another setting, they could have further discussed philosophy but it had become evident that neither was willing to entertain the other - at least not at the moment.

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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

 

[Choli Vyn]

[SIZE=9pt]

[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Location: Mustafar skies over Mining Facility[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ALLIES: [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Asmus Janes"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Directly Engaging: [member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Ochre Squadron: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]3[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]U-Wings[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] |[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] 3 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Cobra-Class Gunship[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]s | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]4[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]M47 Illria-Class Dropship[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]s | Troops: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]HBD-300 Droid Series[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Mk II/H Battle Armor[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]BTI-HPC[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]VT-SDC 13[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | Standard Thermals, Standard concussion, standard energy grenades[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Crap, crap, crap![/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Whatever the First Order was laying up on them was starting to affect more of Ocher squadron. She heard briefly once again from Black One - [member="Asmus Janes"] - but then the static grew in the fog of the growing battle. Choli bit her lip, allowing the Force to guide her movements. It wasn’t just natural skill, but enhancing her senses to try and avoid the bulk of the ongoing suppressing fire at her direction.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Using [member="Elliot Locke"]’s telemetry information, the Rogue lined up against one of the First Order Tanks below. The fixed-position Taim & Bak KX7 laser cannons went strafing across one of the tanks, hoping to perhaps knock it out of commission.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]But her strafing would come at a cost. [member="Pharazon Draken"] ‘s instinct had been right. Perhaps, he too, was touched by the Force. His volley of fire as Choli flew by struck at her her portside laser canon, sending a shower of sparks and smoke up in the air as it was now completely out of commission. This wasn’t even including the line of holes that now went streaking across the U-Wing’s frame.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]If Choli kept on providing air support for the Alliance, odds were she was going to end up in the same scenario as she had in times past.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]On the ground.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Hey eyes on the ground, I need more information here! ] she cried out, alliance forces that had come with her utilizing the armor piercing heavy rifles from Vanir Technologies to try and pick off slowly what tanks they could. Each shot had to be precise, for the long loading time it would take to even load a round, aim in, and send out the single shot.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Roaring up, she was able to discern where First Order troops([member="Torian Pierce"]) were headed - attempting to enter the Mining Facility. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][[member="Ultimatum"], [member="Dish"], [member="HK-36"], we got buckheads heading into the facility -- you'll need to cut them off.] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]directing a switch to Wraith, she told Janes,[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [ Black One, think you can lend in some support at this vector?] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]she sent him coordinates to where she saw the pass. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Suddenly to her right, on of the Illria-Class Dropships had been hit; by what, Choli didn’t know. But it prompted a death spin as it went hurtling down into the ground, until it impacted near [member="Rexus Wenck"] ‘s forces. Shrapnel went flying everywhere, a violent splatter that was indiscriminate as the fire that went blazing right after. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The cries of those trapped howling in the Mustafar landscape.[/SIZE]

 

[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: Hot workaholic [member="Aeron Kreelan"]


She was angry.

He could feel it through the Force and could, more or less, hear her most projected thoughts. Which was the cynicism that she used. He had made another lady mad. Karkin' great.

His shots might've connected and probably had delivered some damaged to the blonde but she was more aggravated than before. This meant one thing - Jude dashed once again while keeping an eye on the enemy that had target locked him.

Jude felt a large concentration of the Force gather up behind him. The source was evidently the Alliance blonde that really wanted him so badly. In a bad way, unfortunately. He fired one random shot at her location before she...disappeared.

Yep.

Literally.

He felt dread at the fact he could not feel her through the Force. This foretold bad things, real bad things.

I swear I make the worst women mad. Talent.

Should've gone to First Order's Got Talent rather than Barkhesh.

The agent shook his head as he quickly began tapping on his wrist datapad with his armed hand. He would attempt to access the different mode scanners but by the time he might yield any or no results, the blonde might as well have crossed the distance in their relationship.

Again. In a bad way.

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Objective: Have Fun Storming The Castle
Allies in Vicinity: [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Enemies in Vicinity: [member="Elmont Block"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Liliane"]

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Allies At Location: [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Abraxas"] | [member="Jack Mirrikh"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Antherion"] | [member="Velon Ielor"] | KoR/FO

Enemies At Location: [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Ty Rellius"] | [member="Kimiko"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]

Gear: In signature, 1x Curved Hilt Lightsaber


Connor’s voice echoed over the comm unit built into her mask, followed by [member="Samka Derith"] , offering assistance. Her saber still help in front of her in the guard position, she let her mind search, finding each of her allies on differing levels of the castle, the brunette and the red-head, the only Ren this deep in the basement. Connor had moved further in, entering what she could only assume were catacombs given their location.

The sound of knees hitting stone was unmistakable, her gaze flashing over to [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] as her fellow Knight hit the floor. She winced in sympathy, knowing the pain of sensitive joints against stonework. Kaalia countered with a flash of bright flame, Ara’s grin widening behind her mask.

Her attention snapped back to the woman in front of her, blade spinning in a lazy circle as she waited for the next volley of attacks.

”Your conflicted nature wears on you. For every moment you fight your own instincts, you give me another opportunity to break you.”

Her taunts continued, feeding on the roiling emotions with her opponent. Her feet shifted, preparing for another dash into the woman’s defenses when the whirling sound of droids echoed down the corridor leading away from the antechamber they were currently occupying.

A low growl echoed from the woman’s mouth as she spun, redirecting her attack towards the waves of mechanical soldiers headed for them. The knight didn’t wait to discover if they were friends or foe, hand flashing out to send a powerful wall of force energy to push them back, buying a few more seconds.

Kaalia…

Reaching out, she connected with her friend’s mind.

Kaal, I can handle these two. Go, answer Connor’s call. Help the Ren secure the castle.

The droids advanced, as did the calls for help from their allies. The castle was quickly being overrun, the Ren needing all the assistance they could get. Two knights being held in the lower levels was a waste of resources.

Knowing her friend’s penchant for stubbornness and gallantry, she flashed a look, determination and bloodlust blazing in her eyes.

Trust me, I can handle these two. Now go!

The last thought was shouted as her hand flashed up, a wall of wind raised in its wake, cutting the red-head off from her dueling partner.

 

[Zmej Ren]

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

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They were getting close. She could feel it, the light side violently washing over the darkness and entering a deadly clash of will where rules and mercy simply could not blossom. It was an intoxicating, sensual feeling that rippled across cosmos, empowering beings versed in the dark arts and testing those who preached the Jedi code. Ultimately though, it was only another fight for survival where the strongest dog came out on top and claimed victory. Zmej bit her lip, impatient, yet with no other choice than to wait and suffer her injuries until the Jedi finally arrived and both parties ripped each other into pieces like rabid animals. Once again, her trigger finger got dangerously close to pressuring the trigger prematurely. But just as eagerness anticipated the entry of Jedi hordes, the young woman’s worries reappeared upon sensing a dark cloud approach. At first she assumed another useless Sith ally has come to take a look at how Jedi looked like before running off with his tail between his legs.

She was in for a surprise, albeit not a pleasant one. Vader’s proud outpost shook, trembled, screamed in metallic screeches. Lights flickered, dusty clouds long settled came to life and swept throughout the dead halls and chambers. Moans tore straight through the sitting woman’s throat, the impact did no good to her poor ribs; every vibration a jackhammer drilling through her bones and ensuring she felt all of it. Naturally, the initial thought was of the Alliance – the Ren could easily imagine them bombing the old structure to devastate its inhabitants before the main strike force rolled in and finished the job. Both hands gripped their deadly instrument tighter, ready. A silhouette emerged, walking through the rubble and devastation while bearing a signature dark enough to move a lesser being’s bowels.

There was no time to think about it too much. Although not a Jedi like she had hoped, a target nonetheless. Speaking cost too much effort – releasing a hiss resembling that of irritated vipers, she let her impatient finger dance.

Before the dust had a chance to settle, the X-11E boomed in a thundering racket, spitting a sonic wave at the unknown individual. Even though all manuals claimed one had to be absolutely certain about their target before firing a shot, the knight of Ren hardly cared – Jedi or Sith, as long as they were no Ren, she cared not. One more pull of the trigger, this time shaking her entire arm as the other hand stopped holding the X-11E’s barrel and moved to telekinetically address the crashed shuttle’s victim; upon suffering a penetrating hit, some of the ceiling lost its integrity, making it easier to influence. Knowledge of the dark side, enough pain to take down a trained soldier, the knight had everything she needed. And effort. Plenty of effort, transforming anger into power – and then telekinetically pulling the unstable rubble down to bury the newcomer underneath.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Entrance to Vader's Castle
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Enemies: [member="Erinyes Draclau"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Aela Talith"]

Cameron did not allow his gaze to linger from the advancing line of Jedi even as he heard Aela's voice. It was what she typically said when he appeared near her in the heat of a battle that, to her own perception, he had rather little stake in. For a moment, he wondered whether the young woman knew the truth and simply chose to push it to the back of her mind. The first and longest lasting love of his life...was conflict, warfare. This did not always have to manifest itself in the form of swordplay or physical fighting. What most people in the galaxy failed to realize was that being a warrior meant far more than just surging into battle armed with emotions and good intentions. War was a thinking man's game. It was this knowledge and reality that he had tried to impart upon all of the Talith children during their formative years.

While Cameron would never even take so much as partial credit for their varied successes, he did feel a swell of pride. It was invariably buried beneath layers of sarcasm and projected apathy, but it was there. Allowing his presence to brush gently against that of Aela, he offered a simple reply. Evaluating the mettle of your New Jedi Order...and the servants of Sieger.

No sooner had the mental link terminated than Cameron allowed a strong repulsive wave of Force energy to erupt in the direction of the nearest advancing Jedi. The only intent, at the moment was to slow their advance, creating time, distance, and opportunity for further actions.

 

[Samka Derith]

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Location: Darth Vader's Castle
Allied: [member="Zmej Ren"]
Engaging: [member="Erinyes Draclau"]


“Rest, child.”

The Jedi finally spoke to her.

"I'll rest when you're all dead," Samka replied and continued to stride forwards. There wasn't time to deal with this woman. Samka had to wonder if she was sane. The woman was unmoving as she drew closer, no attempt made to move aside or reach for a weapon. Just reaching outwards towards her. Sam's own words from before echoed back to her, no mercy, no hesitation. Her hand gripped her weapon tighter, preparing to cut down the woman in her path.

But as she closed into the striking distance, the young Ren couldn't bring herself to deal the killer blow. It didn't seem to be worth the effort. The burning sensation from the substance she'd inhaled was fading and with it, the anger. It didn't really matter what was happening here. A small chunk of land on a single planet, dwarfed by the Alliance's territory. To win here wouldn't mean much, surely. Why were they even fighting? Everything seemed so hazy now, so pointless. She'd already pushed herself so hard to get here. She'd been pushed hard her entire life, first by her parents and then by the Order of Ren. Perhaps the Jedi was right. Perhaps she'd earned a little rest.

This wasn't right. This wasn't her. A sudden push back inside of her mind screamed to resist. Now face to face with the Jedi woman, Samka looked her directly in the eyes. She still somehow couldn't work up the energy to life her own blade and kill the Jedi where she stop. "What are you doing to me?" She asked through gritted teeth. For the first time this day, her voice lacked any danger or authority, it was youthful. A child afraid of the unknown.

 

[Aela Talith]

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

"OH!" She shouted down as she heard her Uncles voice ring in her ears.

She had never really been all that good at Telapathy, mostly because...well she wasn't quite sure. Her grandmother used it to communicate almost exclusively, sometimes throwing in the odd bit of sign language for fun, but most of the time she simply talked in peoples heads. Aela found that it was somewhat off-putting, at least when it came from someone she didn't know. Her family though, she didn't really mind so much. Her lips thinned as she watched her Uncle throw a wave of the force towards oncomming Jedi.

"DON'T KILL ANY OF THEM!" She yelled to her Uncle. "OR ELSE!"

Jumping down from the roof of the castle to fight her Uncle would likely be difficult, but not impossible. Still she could spot more than a dozen or so of her fellows there, so perhaps it was best that she left it to them. For a moment the Jedi Master frowned, considering whether or not it was really a good idea to let her Uncle reign free.

After a moment she decided the others could handle it.

"Right." Aela said to herself, drawing the lightsaber closer to herself and slowly beginning to walk around the roof top to see if she could find a lift or a staircase of some sort.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Location: Vader's Castle​

Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Zmej Ren"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] Swayed Genosian Droid squads, FO​

Enemies: Jedi GA​

Directly Engaging: [member="Erinyes Draclau"]​

Gear: Lightsaber, Life Support Armor​

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Kyrel could feel the conflict growing with each step he took that he was practically excited. Despite the Chaos he had encountered an Ancient Sith Spirit and survived being possessed he even felt a taste of power he had long saught after, and that was more than enough for now. For now his own personal quest would have to wait, it was time for an ending with the death of the Jedi and he would do just that. He now had Stardust with him, and even some Commando droids he swayed over, he couldn't say the same for the rest that were unleashed but now he had a small army to combat the Jedi and that was comforting to him at this very moment. His hand gripped his saber tightly as he could now clearly hear the sounds of sabers clashing. He could also feel the signatures of his Fellow Ren recognizing them as Sisters Derith and Zmej he was confident that together they could turn the tide of the battle, but something wasn't right as he sensed a disturbance in the force. He quickly increased the pace of his walking hoping to reach them.

When he finally reached their in a matter of minutes he was shocked at the sight he saw, several Jedi were still engaging the droids and saw both Zmej and Derith along with a woman whom he had sensed was very strong in the force. He thought to himself inquisitively. 'That must be the Master leading the assault.' He than watched the duel for at least a minute and saw Samka stop as if she was frozen in place, Kyrel was curious and noticed something was wrong as he looked closer he thought he actually saw fear in Samka. Something that was rarely shown but he saw her as what she was now, powerless in the face of an enemy, a child instead of a servant of the Supreme Leader and one of the most powerful of the group. This reminded him of himself for what was he without his armor, without the dark side,and the status he held, a broken man similar to the child that Samka was now and that was what he saw himself in Samka weather he would admit or not. Kyrel watched as the part of him the good part that was Thomas Kyrel surfaced for a moment and spoke to him. 'Help her please she'll die if you don't!' Kyrel fired back at his good self that he thought was long gone 'But she was weak, the weak deserve to die even children she was unworthy of the dark side.' Thomas than came back with an interesting point that put Kyrel in deep thought. 'Yes but she Samka, Mishel, Zmej, Connor, Ara, Kaalia are they not you're family aren't the Ren you're only family please you must if not for yourself than the Supreme Leader.'

Even though Kyrel hated to admit it His good self was actually right despite his dislike for a lot of the Ren, they were his only family as he had none. He even respected Samka and grown a certain fondness for the purple haired psychopath, and despite the darkness he carried some part of himself would never rest if he let the child die no matter if he liked her or not. Perhaps Thomas wasn't completely dead after all a slight flicker of him shined in the darkness that was Kyrel. His anger boiled like a furious storm ready to be unleashed giving him the strength he would need to fight this woman, and would not allow for the girl to be harmed not if he could help it. He than activated his saber with a snap hiss and looked to Stardust as he gave her a nod as the droids took it as a sign to attack. They focused on the Jedi while Kyrel saw this as an opening to attack the Master Jedi that was keeping the girl in some type of hold he managed to move quickly with a burst of speed focusing solely on her and while she was distracted attempted a Falling Avalanche strike with his right arm that was holding the saber. He said hoping the blow would break the hold and land a powerful strike to her back. "Leave my Sister alone, I will not allow you to harm that child Master Jedi for now you're fight is with me."

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Vaders castle
Allies-[member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Zmej Ren"]
Enemies-[member="Erinyes Draclau"]
Gear- light sabers armor westars amulets nova

Spoiler

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21407-stardusts-arm/?hl=stardust%26%2339%3Bshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/80974-stardusts-amulet/?hl=stardust%26%2339%3Bs http://starwarsrp.net/topic/87995-battlemaster-armor-stardust-and-co/?hl=stardust%26%2339%3Bs http://starwarsrp.net/topic/72858-nova/?hl=stardust%26%2339%3Bs

The sounds of battle grew in her ears, a oh so familiar thing to the veteran. The sounds of blaster fire around the place the sound if sabers clashing against one another the explosions that was the devils symphony that played a harsh sound that stardust had grown to love

However as she came out of the place she felt a power hit her and she gave a smile, she spotted samka and gave a smile, yes that talented young girl she could say she was proud to know...however something was not right, samka wasn't moving despite the jedis defense being down, she had the kill blow. She felt fear coming from her and suddebly her instinct licked in, she didn't even get to see the nod from kyrel before her feet started pounding the ground towards the master jedi and samka...stardust moved around the front and quickly ran forward her blades moving in a x hoping to catch the master jedi between her and kyrel...anger...instinct....she was a mother after all...maybe it just came naturally to the twilek now...sam was one she knew enough she wanted to see her grow...stronger

 

[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]

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They hadn’t really talked about this in a while. Allyson had lost everyone whereas Kaili had not. At least not anyone in her family, luckily enough. She kept her cheek from placing itself against the brunette’s shoulder while their speeder swept across the great jungles. If anything she leaned back in order to grant herself some space and separation without attracting too much traction or hindering aerodynamic flow. She had at least apologized. What Allyson chose to do with that was up to Allyson, but Kaili had already done as much as she could.
She focused instead on the way back, keeping her mind on the route she had taken and compared it against the one Allyson took. They were slightly off course, but in the distance Kaili could still see the landmarks she had put to mind as she herself had traversed the landscape.
The base was up ahead. Kaili knew that much.

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[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Vader's Castle
Objective: Purge
Allies: [member="Erinyes Draclau"]
Enemies: [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Stardust Raxis"], [member="Samka Derith"]
Gear: Beskar armour (in sig) + ARGH jets, bolter, hard sound carbine, magnetic revolver, anti-forcer + forcebreaker grenades, lightsabre.


There were many burning questions about this place. Why had the builders let lava flow through the castle? Not that Elpsis minded, for, as had been previously demonstrated, she was quite eager to make use of it, but it was a valid question. Why had Vader built his home on the planet where he got maimed, humiliated and basically lost everything? Maybe it was a sadistic joke on Palpatine's part. The droids had obviously been unable to answer these queries.


On the bright side, Elpsis had finally reached her destination. Her ethereal eyes took in the scene that was unfolding ahead of her. Pain and suffering filled the air as the two sides warred. The redhead steeled herself against these sensations, shoring up her mental walls when it felt like red-hot needles were piercing her brain. A war zone was not a place for an empath, but that had not stopped her before.


Amidst the battle that was taking place, her Force guided eyes locked upon one of the Jedi Masters, Erinyes Draclau. The Dark Side permeated the desolate land, but she was one of the candles of light amidst the darkness. In the background, Jedi were doing battle against the droid army, distinguishing themselves in sabreplay and Force use.


Elpsis could feel the familiar ripples in the Force as the aforementioned Jedi Master tried to put one of the Ren to sleep, but she was being charged by the two First Order warriors the two Firemane adepts had fought earlier. "Oh, that's where you fled to. Missed me, Sithlings?" she quipped. Watch out, Erinyes would receive a mental brush against her mind.


One gauntlet-covered hand rose, as Elpsis channelled the Force through it, drawing upon the power of Morichro that Erinyes had wielded herself. The power could suspend biological functions, even breathing and heart beat. She could sense that there was a lot of rage inside the Ren, but a lot of fear as well. To Elpsis, she felt a scared child. She was probably of the same age as Elpsis, give or take a year or two, yet thrust onto a bloody battlefield. So with luck she might be able to painlessly knock her out of the game and keep her from launching an attack on the Jedi while the latter was being assailed by two other attackers.


Elpsis poured her energy into the motion, aiming to finish what Erinyes had started and push Samka into a trance. Her free hand wrapped around her carbine, ready to use it if needed, though she did not raise it at this juncture. She's right. Rest. Be at peace. You've done enough, she projected her voice empathically.

 

[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 - read it please.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hwiCkU73NA​

Funny thing – Aver would read as a regular sentient blimp on any Forcedar – courtesy of the disperser she always carried. Until the very second the merc utilized the Force, she was just another mook in the crowd.

The Ren at the end of the corridor? Not so much. CERShttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/84094-vt-cers/ running at full power, perception expanded— yeah, she wasn’t standing still for that one.

Even so, the second sonic boom clipped her as she went strafing to the right. Her features wrenched into a grimace, left arm thrown back at a nasty angle. Aver hissed, but brought it back around nonetheless. Normal armors? Yeah, that rifle worked wonders. But the Exodus was built to let her withstand even the cruel punishment of concussive force – granted, the KIG in her arm was now a hardened, useless mess, but her bones weren’t broken and her joints all worked. Pretty good bargain.

Something was rumbling behind her, but Aver was at full tilt; boots pounding the dust, closing the token distance so fast she had to be using the Force. (She wasn’t, though.) It wasn’t just a sprint into melee, either – her left hand was hiding a deadly device, her right wrapped around her combat knife.

The merc would rush from the Ren’s left, as the enemy was still embroiled in the Force. No doubt she was the cause of all the cracks spreading across the ceiling, of the plaster raining down on the corridor. For the Castle, that was bad – for Aver, it was great.

The Czerka blade would come from above, an explosive stab at the neck of the Ren. An underhanded attack, in that same tempo, with her left – an attempt to fire a Ssi-ruuvi stun bolt right into the center mass. Her arm was aching, but with a big target, at close range, and a sitting opponent… Aver liked her chances.

 

[Elmont Block]

Gear: None
Engaging directly: [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]

"Life tests you! Every day it brings you new chances for triumph or defeat. And if you pass the test, it doesn't make you a Jedi. It makes you human."
- Qui Gon Jinn

A quick summary of Elmont’s strengths was a simple task. He was more than competent with a saber and he had the Jedi basic abilities refined to a good level of expertise. His weaknesses were just as easy to sum up — he lacked any depth of abilities to call upon. His control was Padawan level at worst, maybe Knight level for some — but his repertoire was definitely Youngling in scope. Push, Pull, Sense, Telekinesis — plus a couple of natural affinities — was all he had to work with.

But up close and personal, this skill-set seemed to be satisfactory. At least for now.

And his efforts to unbalance her worked as his simple Force Pull added to his sleight of hand, was enough to force her to her knees. Which is where the plan went awry.

The dark-sider immediately channeled the Force into a physical manifestation — in this case fire. And she aimed it directly at him. A seasoned Jedi could have thrown up a Shield, or even a Force Bubble and protected themselves. But he lacked the training. He lacked a Master to teach him these things.

So he had to rely on what he knew — and that was to avoid the oncoming flames. So he rolled to the side, figuring going backwards would only delay the inevitable. And he continued to roll, effectively circling the woman until he’d travelled one-hundred and eighty degrees.

Regaining his feet, his saber was back into the ready position. He’d lost the initiative again, but at least he still had his own skin, which was a definite plus.

 

[H3xle]

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Location: Mustafar, Darth Vader's Castle
Objective: Hunt and kill some Sith wannabe's
Allies: [member="elpsis elaris"], GA
Enemies: FO
Engaging: [member="connor harrison"]

"There's fighting at the entrance. Think new Jedi landed. I'll go up and help. I feel there's still some Sithlings down here. Go burn one for me. If you need backup, shoot me a line," she spoke to her battle sister and lover, slapping her on the shoulder. "But I asked the Great White Wolf to look out for you, so you should be cool,"

Inside her helmet, Taryc smiled and nodded, slapping her lover's shoulder as well. When the droids attacks, Taryc rolled away, taking a few bolts to the plates of her armor, then charged them in a line parallel to the fire that Elpsis poured in. Soon, Elpsis was beside her and past as she mowed through the droids on her way to the entrance of the castle. Taryc's senses felt that their previous adversaries had gone in that direction as well, most likely to flee the battle as the cowards they were. Taryc did feel another dark presence in the lower levels with her, and she turned down a side tunnel to go and meet him.

Moving with swift, sure strides, Taryc came out of a tunnel into the chamber several meters away from Connor. She took a moment to ogle at the crystals and fire, for it seemed like a temple built for her to bend knee at. That is, if she were one to bend the knee. She could feel the dark side strongly in this chamber, but took more security in the presence of fire. She knew that she had been heard on her way in, stealth was not her forte.

Instead of trying to sneak, she lit her sword with flames of her will and pointed it at Connor, remaining silent for a moment.

"You shouldn't be here, sithling. This room is off limits to tourists." She said, feeling a bit quipy. Then she charged and offered Connor the taste of her blade as she attempted a clean slash from his right side to left, ascending from hip to shoulder. She may be feeling quipy, but she wasn't feeling like giving quarter, only flaming blade.