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

[Ara Zambrano]

Objective: Save the Brat, Save the World
Allies in Vicinity: [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Samka Derith"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"]

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Allies At Location: [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] |[member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] KoR/FO
Enemies At Location: [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Liliane"] | [member="Ty Rellius"] | [member="Kimiko"]

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A self-satisfied smiled turned up the corners of her mouth as the armored woman was thrown up and away from Connor, a chunk of gauntlet left in his hands. The depth of the darkness he pulled called to her, the glow in her eyes growing as she embraced the power pressing upon them in this nexus of the dark side. The woman began to recover from her impact, but another presence had Ara spinning on one heel, blade moving in a slow circle and stopping in the guard position in front of her chest.

Carefully calculated, the turn ensured the only person to have her back was her ally, the armored woman staying in her peripheral vision, the newcomer pulling a majority of her attention. The violet glow emanating from her opponent’s saber clashed with the orange-red glow from the crystals and her own blade, the contrasting colors playing eerily on her face.

A raised brow and low chuckle was the only response to her opponent’s opening statement, her blade steady as she watched the swaying of the purple saber carefully. Their gazes locked, intent clear in the Jedi’s eyes.

”Let me guess, his newest toy?”

Tilting her head with a soft smile, she took a moment to assess the woman in front of her as she hadn’t in the basement before. Such an interesting assumption. It was possible she meant to garner a reaction from someone who might find insult in such a comment. If that was her game, she’d be sorely disappointed. True or not, the Knight was never one to shy away from pleasure nor the names that society put with it, regardless of their tone.

She considered the comment and the fact that the Jedi had engaged her without so much as looking at the other enemy in the room. Connor cut a far more intimidating figure, all things considered, his helmet and armor intact where her mask was long gone, hair spilling around her neck and shoulders from beneath her hood, parts of her armor shredded from blaster fire. Anyone walking into the room should be drawn to him, not the girl as this one had. He had engaged her in the basement before either she or Kaalia had a chance to step forward.

One thing was made abundantly clear, there was a history between this violet-eyed woman and the disciple.

Letting her gaze linger, slowly appraising the woman from top to bottom, her voice dropped into a low, rolling purr, a single eyebrow raised as she finished her evaluation. The move, slow, obvious, and meant to incite anger, accompanied a predatory smile.

”Can you blame him for wanting an upgrade?”

It was a shot in the dark, but the response would tell Ara everything she needed to know. Before she could consider the possibilities, former flame or woman scorned, the familiar figure of Samka Derith blew past in a rush of wind and violet hair.

The sudden appearance of two more bodies in the cavern had the knight’s hand flashing up and out, power gathered to push anyone she needed to away from herself of Connor with a thought. Quick thinking and even faster reflexes kept her from accidentally turning against the younger Ren, as Samka moved past and out of her line of sight.

“Keep them off, nothing else matters.”

”As you wish.”

Without a second thought, she turned and lashed out with her gathered power, targeting Taeli’s knees and pulling. Any follow up move was halted as the newest member of their gathering, a fiery red-head, drew power and directed it at Samka.

Her orders were to protect the console and the Knight in front of it at all costs. She didn’t think, didn’t debate, just acted.

Pulling from all the thermal currents and agitated air from the paths they’d traced into the cavern, she threw every ounce of power she’d gathered into a wall of wind between her superior and the javelin of heat and flame barreling towards her. Pouring her attention and strength into one powerful defensive move, she bit her lip in determination, and the slightest bit of fear.

It was enough, it had to be enough.

 

[Micah Talith]

https://gfycat.com/WholeLeanEmperorpenguin​

R U T A N
Atravis Sector | Rutan System | SIS security heightened
World shield is now fully deployed around Rutan. It came in sections, and each could be activated and deactivated swiftly once brought online, allowing ships to leave and weapons to fire out. When damaged by a weapon, the shield would lash out with an energy feedback at the ship that has struck it. The only ships allowed within Rutan will only be granted permission by GADF/SIS personnel for the next 24 hours.
SIS Base under Darksky shield.
Allies:
[member="Vexen"] - Defel without a cause [member="Allyson Locke"] - SIS agent in a mini skirt [member="Kaili Talith"] - Up in the air [member="Kellyn Muir"] - Outpost central!
Enemies: | TX-130T Tank [member="FN-888"] [member="FN-4077"]

[SIZE=9pt]"I'm detaining you both under the suspicion of being unlawful combatants party to an armed conflict between states."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Well, it appeared that they were at a Rodian standoff. With that, the Talith peered curiously at the trooper. The sigils and the armor identified them as First Order. Yup, well, nice to confirm who they were dealing with.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]"Identify yourselves immediately!"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Hey, I asked that first!”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Micah shot back in a quip, pointing a finger out at him.. Her?.. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]wait, it was really hard to figure out if troopers in such heavy armor were men or women -- [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]he figured they were some sort of human or near human based on rumors that the First Order were a bit more pro near humans than other species with a bit more.. Appendages. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Unlawful combatants party to an armed.. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]What[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]?” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]under his helm, Micah took on a perplexed expression. The voice, from what he could distinguish from the voice modulator of the uniform, maaaaybe was female?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Just my luck. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Another woman.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Look, I’m just trying to have a normal day okay --” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]that was when [member="Vexen"] made her sneak attack, moving forward to try and interact with [member="FN-4077"]. The only problem was that it now appeared as if [member="FN-888"] caught sight of the movement. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]"That's it you're dead!" [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Well, this is escalating quickly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Ugh, Allyson where the heck are you??[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Enter the scenario below: First Order soldier points and aims at Vex -- [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]wait what the hell??[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Oh chit.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The soldier fired, sending twin globs of whatever over to his best friend. His eyes went wide, instinct struck and the telekinetic stretched out his hand in an instant --[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]And the disruptor [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]froze [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]mid air. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]For Micah, it took a bit of concentration, his lips straightening into a thin line. That would be what [member="FN-888"] would see when she went peeking around the tree. The T-7 ion bolts frozen mid air, held up by the Talith’s will.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“VEX MOVE!” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]he shouted out at her, intending to release the bolts so that they would follow their path and strike what they would -- hopefully, no longer at the Defel.[/SIZE]

Seriously, what was it with women and the galaxy out to get me today?

[SIZE=9pt]Nearby, the hum of three defensive probes [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]OBL-1[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]OBL-2[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]OBL-3[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], and [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]OBL-4[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]began to get louder. They were nearing their location and likely would be there within the next minute. Their grid searching pattern had been searching outward from the base and on, looking for those tanks from earlier and any other enemy assets. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The starfighters in the sky continued their grid search, flying over to try and detect anyone that may have reached the planet prior to the Worldshield being activated.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=9pt]Inside of the Base, the security and sensor feed would bring in small bits of data. The ping from the hyperspace sensor probes would continue bring in an influx of information [[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]post[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]]. The old OP monitors were basic in function, two rings along known routes. When ships would fly through them, an interdiction field could snap on. If the ship had a very fast drive, the second ring could potentially still catch it. If interdiction wasn’t employed, the time elapsed within the rings was able to provide vital information on how fast traffic was moving: the typical standard mode utilized along the smaller known routes like the Hydian Way and the Tosste Spur. Monitors had been scattered across the sector by the roving scouting task force that had moved into position by the planet in securing the system made up of [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Watcher-class Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]s, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Inquisitor-class Stealth Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]s, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Sentinel-class Cruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]s, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Leviathan Class Monitor[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]s, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]GR90 E-war transport[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]s, and a few [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Nebulon B9 Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]s. Each would periodically use Theed Hanger probes like SUREC and INCIS models, tossing them out every few hundred light-years across the system and nearby sector. The probes provided an early warning system like the Rekali and Silk monitoring stations, just smaller, shorter-range, and harder to identify. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Once the slow moving [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Warspite-Class[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] within the Expeditionary Strike Group 11 ( [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] )came into contact with any of the monitors, it would funnel back towards Rutan, giving the watch advanced notice for the roving scouting force to move into position to engage. [/SIZE]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Vader's Castle​

Allies Nearby: [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]​

Enemies nearby: [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Ara Ren"]​

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Directly Engaging: Ara​

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"Oh you poor dear, you don't really know how he works," she replied, almost pityingly. She had to say, she almost liked the Ren girl. It was refreshing to find someone who valued actual banter, and could keep themselves controlled enough to not be affected by it. Then things got much more interesting. Taeli felt the girl pull on her knees, to draw her closer and hopefully off balance. As Taeli started to slide, not even bothering to stop her momentum or resist the pull, she sensed two more beings enter the room, the other Firemane girl and another Ren.

Mid-slide, the girl actually changed her attention to protecting her newly arrived Ren friend by sending a force of wind at Elpsis's attack. Why... that was absolutely not a good idea. She had a Jedi Master sliding towards her, lightsaber ignited, and she sent all of her power and concentration to stop a concentrated lance of heat and flames... well now...

Taeli accelerated and controlled her slide with her own application of the Force, but as she did, coming right up on her feet right next to Ara... the second blade of her lightsaber ignited and the blades spun quickly. She was aiming to take the girl's hand or even part of her arm, an object lesson in keeping your attention rooted on an opponent. She would end standing slightly to the girl's right, her blades still spinning. Hopefully she hit something.

 

[Choli Vyn]

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[SIZE=9pt]Location: Mustafar skies over Mining Facility[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ALLIES: [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Ultimatum"] @Dice [member="Draco Vereen"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Directly Engaging: [member="Pharazon Draken"] [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Ochre Squadron: 2 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]U-Wings[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | 3 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Cobra-Class Gunship[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]s | 3 [/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][member="Pharazon Draken"]’s heavy assault troopers joined by the heavy blaster fires of the tank went narrowing down upon the ‘tank killer’s of the Alliance. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“COVER!” one would yell, but there was no avoiding a tank hit. None. The massive burst of fire bore down a quick death for the first sniper. Then the second and third. An entire squad turned into pink mist, death cries silenced in an instant. There was a blessing in dying so quickly, in becoming one with the Force. However, that wasn't the same for all of them. Not with the First Order troops coming in a great wave of blaster bound death, storming toward the Alliance troops. Those few tank snipers that remained locked and loaded in. Breathe in. Breathe out. One shot. One Kill. Bolts sang through the air and went to strike at more First Order Tanks. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]On the ground the tanks nearest [member="Natasi Fortan"] began belching out volley after volley of plasma fire. The turrets swiveled, aiming in at the U-Wings and Gunships. It struck another Cobra along the aft section, puncturing the reactor and making it explode in a fiery blaze. Debris and flames came raining down, sharp shrapnel that indiscriminately struck. Like white-hot daggers straight out of the forge, they came piercing down, punturing lungs, torsos, and going through heavy armor, leaving weezings bodies crying out for medics. Medics that slid and scattered amongst the battlefield, doing their best to tend to wounds with field medicine. Each wearing a badge that identified them for what they were.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=9pt][ This is Big Bird Four, we need medi-! ] the feed cut, a life silenced by [member="Rexus Wenck"]. The emergency door of the downed cobra blew out, allowing one of the Alliance crew chiefs to slip up and out. It was a Mon Cala, a Lieutenant within the GADF. He would be the first to spot Rexus, his large eyes taking in the purposeful walk of the solider. [/SIZE]But with the flames quickly spreading, he had to get out. Another tried to push him away, to get up and out of the downed ship.

[SIZE=9pt][ We have a hot airspace here!] Choli's voice rang out, barely managing to avoid a tank round her starboard side, jittering as she circled back. It was at that moment that the Frontrunner suddenly errupted in flames. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Oh poodoo...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ All Alliance Forces, I repeat move back, I've the odd feeling that ship is about to blow.] and if it did, the amount of damage it would do... [/SIZE]

Boom! Boom! Boom!

[SIZE=9pt]Another Illria was hit, but not before it made another pass at another tank. It had belched out a series of rockets, hoping to damage what it could -- yet it did it with a price. The Illria came crashing down, swerving to try and avoid being hit only to fail. The sudden jerk and shift came too close to Choli's U-Wing, prompting the Rogue pilot to swing hard left ---[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Right into the firing arc of one of the First Order tanks. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The round punched through her U-Wing, completely tearing off one wing and causing her to lose control.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]poodoo. poodoo. poodoo!![/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ This is Ochre Eight, I have been hit! I repeat I have been hit!] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Smoke and sparks flooded the U-Wing, and true terror seemed to turn the blood in her veins into ice. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]In a brief moment, the Rogue recalled the last time she crashed. And as the ground came up fast through her view screen, Choli thought of [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]. [/SIZE]

There would be no young Justicar off in the ground who would save her life.

[SIZE=9pt]As Choli did her best to attempt a glide in near [member="Pharazon Draken"] 's forces, she knew there was no one else coming to save the day.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]No, if she wanted to survive this, she had to save her own skin. [/SIZE]

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

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[SIZE=9pt]All art credit for banners to FO people who made them![/SIZE]​

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

GADF Base under Darksky shield.

ALLIES: Galactic Alliance and Outer Rim Coalition
Aeron Kreelan [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Grozkalla"]
Neutral: [SIZE=9pt][member="Bethany[/SIZE][SIZE=12px] Kismet"] -- [/SIZE]Plantary Shield is now fully activated, any OSL member will need to request entry through GADF comm.

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



It was a good plan. A simple plan. A plan concocted from the cacophony of battle and raw desire. That is, the one Aeron had to knock over her opponent and pin him to the ground under her thighs. Those who knew the Prex were well aware that she was all about close quarter combat. The lady wasn't afraid of getting punched in the face. Omega Pyre, after all, had a great medical plan.

Of course, Junior Officer Smuckateli was likely, and unknowingly, about to reach the pinnacle of his prank on the Prex. Because suddenly, instead of the beach bum twitching in the throes of unconsciousness, he decided to be a full on participant on this close quarter wrestling -- although, NOT the type Aeron had in mind.

Aeron had been expecting a struggle. Had even worked the roll to hit the deck to provide her an edge at getting on top. What she hadn't expected, was for [member="Jude Falkrowe"] to tighten his grip around her body.

And what the kark was he even saying? Fire woman? Other half? Body slamming him with affection.

What. The. kark?

With no helm, wide blue eyes locked into Aeron's oceanic orbs and in them was the sort of infatuation that discombobulated the blonde. More so when it felt as if those hands that had locked upon her back might start wandering.

Oh hell no.

It was a rather comedic, and rather frustrating warp of emotions. The Sith was still spewing out fear and dread from his trinket as if he was making his own little walking nexus of "oh poodoo, son!"

kark, this can't be -- A grunt and a wiggle, maybe a bit to much of press seeing as how her shoulder was shot due to the charric earlier.

"Gorram you piece of --" one hand came down, trying to wiggle free from the deadlock embrace Elmyra from Tiny Toons might envy.

Well, so much for the straddle, instead it was more of a tangle of limbs as the Prex began to swear a blue streak trying to PEEL JUDE OFF!

 

[Erinyes Draclau]

[SIZE=9pt]NPCS- Various Jedi Masters, Knights, and Jedi Service Corps troops in either Standard robes or Jedi Guardian Heavy Armor Robes, Standard Lightsabers, Standard Jedi Light Shields. Moving along with Erinyes and [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Grand Master Omai Rhen[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] to secure the entrance and continue moving forward. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]NPC Actions with her: Attacking and slaying the droids brought out and also activated by [member="Samka Derith"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Nearby: [member="Cameron Centurion"] [/SIZE][member="Kyrel Ren"]
[SIZE=9pt]Directly Engaging: @Stardust[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies Nearby: [member="Ty Rellius"] [/SIZE]
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Everything happened so fast.

That melody turned into a cacophony of notes. The strike came at her torso, and before she could react in full to attempt to avoid it, a line went searing across her chest. Pain registered, only to increase as suddenly the sonic blast that had been redirected to her sent the Jedi Master flying.

"Master Draclau!" a voice cried out near [member="Ty Rellius"] and just a bit further back, [member="Cameron Centurion"].
Erinyes was airborne, only to suddenly crash into a pair of droids and topple sliding across the floor. By then the girl child [member="Samka Derith"] had left, that fleeting note fading into the Force as she delved deeper into the ruins of the castle.

To a degree, the sonic blast had been a blessing, knocking her back away from the attempted strike by @Stardust, narrowly avoiding being struck anew.

"Master jedi...how I wish that this didn't haven to happen, I'll make sure not to kill you painfully.... "

Grimacing, Erinyes came to her feet. Blood trickled from her ears, and her fingers trembled. Yet when the flash of flames came towards her, Erinyes once again, swung a gentle gesture into the air.

The manipulation of air currents sent the flames upward, but the intense heat almost singed the tiny hairs on her skin, scorching the edges of her robe as she went stumbling back. A red, angry scorched line was now over her chest, throbbing and pulsing against the flesh.

"Halt this." she would plea anew, and this time the Force would not grip at the Twi'lek, but attempt to knock her back and hold her against the wall, hoping to gain some space between them. Each breath sending that searing pain over her torso. A pain she had to endure if she was to prevent any more death.

"There is no more need for bloodshed."

All around them, lightsaber blades flew in a butterfly pattern, the Jedi Knights carving a small path and using a Force push to throw back another group of droids.

Grand Marshal Rhen would call out, imploring for the Jedi Forces to work together and as a group. Another droid fell, limb still crackling from the sparks erupting from where the Grand Marshal's blade had struck.

There was a darkness here, one that he would do his best to quell.

 

[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 continued to move forward. She felt Kaili move away from her and there was a small space between them, this made Allyson feel worse. She shouldn’t have brought up the loss of her family, she shouldn’t have pinned these feelings on Kaili. The air around them was thick, from their fighting, from whatever was coming down on the planet, and just life in general. Allyson wanted to make things right, but she wasn’t going to be able to do it just yet. Static crackled in her comm and she recognized Vex’s voice. Of course sounded like trouble and the speeder slowed for a second - giving Allyson enough quiet to catch the coordinates.

Shaking her wrist, Allyson put in the coordinates and quickly tracked the route they needed to go. Her voice softened as she looked over her shoulder to Kaili. “We’re not going to the base, Vex radioed - they’re in trouble.” She was going to give Kaili a chance to tell her where they were going to go, but instead Allyson made the choice for her. “We’re going to save Micah and Vex.” The speeder came to life again and Allyson said said one more thing before they took off. “I’m sorry Kaili - for everything.” Her lips pressed together as she wondered if now was a good time to say what she was about to say next. “I love you and I worry about you, but you’re right.” She gave the blonde a moment to interject any say on the matter. “Hold on tight okay?”

The speeder took off in the direction of Micah and Vexen, luckily they were close and Allyson used the Force to push the speeder to its limit. Hopefully Kaili would be ready to start picking off the troopers once she got sight of them as Allyson headed straight for the combat zone.

 

[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="Grozkalla"]
EQUIPMENT: Duraplast Armor Stormtrooper version of this basically | C-51 | Wrist Datapad | Vibroknife

ENGAGING IN LOVE: <3 [member="Aeron Kreelan"]


Jude held tighter the more the love of his life tried to waggle her way out of his grip. There was more to this Love Potion Dart that had struck him a minute ago, though.

Apparently, it had triggered some rare side effect. Not only was he deeply, madly, truly in love but Falkrowe's imagination had spiked sky high.

Not only was this the love of his life in his eyes but also the woman he had married. Gasp.

What a twist.

"Babes, please. Let's enjoy our honeymoon. You've always dreamed of the green scenery of Naboo and the calm forests of Alderaan. Barkhesh is the combination of the two." And by far much more economical. Hey, don't blame the working class man, blame the low paying government. Thank you, Fortan.

Then the despicable staff of edge lord there kicked in.

"Wait...You're...you're not...filing for divorce with me, are you?" Shock and horror in his voice."No,no,no,no,no. On our honeymoon?? Who is it? Tell me?! This can't be happening. It's me, isn't it? You don't trust me enough? You've always had that issue, dammit. Can't you see how addicted to you I am and, and, and..."

"...what about the kids?"

Meanwhile, the two 'partners' tumbled down in front of two stormtroopers. They both looked each other, what the kark clearly evident even with their helmets on. They shrugged and kept on firing at the Alliance front ignoring the weird scene occurring across them.

 

[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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Did the tanks find Micah? Regardless of whether or not Allyson had given her the chance to respond and offer input Kaili would have chosen the same route as the Corellian sent them. There was a brief moment of relative silence between them as Allyson fiddled with the coordinates on her Holopad, and Kaili took the moment to lean herself against her girlfriend’s back with her cheek planting itself against Allyson’s warm shoulder. Her arms wrapped themselves around the other woman’s waist for support. She cursed the armor that covered her body, the fact that she could not feel her touch against Allyson’s skin.

It would have to wait.

The speeder traversed the landscape at a pace that was much faster than what Kaili would have thought possible. Allyson was using the force like Kaili had taught her. Good.

In the distance a gunshot called through the deserted forest. Kaili’s gut wrenched in a moment of brief anxiety.

“We’re close.” She spoke into Allyson’s ear. “Where are th-”

In the distance hung a bright light of distorted, crackling light. A shot from a disruptor. Kaili may not have been a woman of war, but she knew well enough to at least study its means. If that round hit either Micah or Vexen it would have been devastating.

“Feth. That’s a disruptor.” Kaili whispered to Allyson. “We’re going to have to be careful.”

“Drop us off in the distance, we need to engage them on foot.”

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[Garett Van]

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

Seeing the small two foot log fly towards her, Zero does nothing to get out of the way. Being a tad caught off guard. The log slams into her right leg, though not doing much damage the trooper chose to play injured in hopes of luring her attacker closer.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MY LEG! ITS CRUSHED!"

Sneaking her holdout blaster pistol behind her back and clearing her mind of anything that might give away her intentions. All that was running through her mind now was the brutal beatings she took as a child to condition her into a cold blooded killer for the Stormtrooper Corps. Hopefully the attacker who somehow saw Zero, laying prone behind a log would come out and investigate the commotion Zero was making. Zero also hoped that Joan would pick up on this ruse, and put in motion the plan they had originally set out just in case of this happening. Though with Joan already engaging the others it may make the original plan harder to pull off. Zero just lay there screaming in pain awaiting the outcome.

"KARK! MY LEG, I DON'T WANT TO END UP IN THE PLANETARY DEFENSE FORCES!"

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

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Darth Vader's castle; the lower catacombs
Objectives: Secure the castle
Allies At Location: [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | KoR/FO
Engaging Enemies: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | GA
Gear:{In Sig} Ren Attire / Cloak

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Taeli was back, that much was clear to her meddling in his business once more. She was on thin ice with him.

The armoured warrior was a good distance now, which was important, but her determination was strong.

Samka had reached the cavern, and now had another clouded Force vigilante after her. It seemed the Jedi needed more and more help from the darker depths of society to fight the fight they couldn’t. Typical of them – let others get their hands dirty while they stood atop clean pedestals taking all the glory. Pathetic.

Ara was engaging Taeli, and holding her own.

With no weapon, Connor stood and stayed alert. He was in a blinkered state, looking out only with total darkness to protect himself, his allies, and the castle that belonged to them. He had enough distance to see the evolving battles, and the fight to hold the cavern, the catacombs, the terminals and thus the castle itself.

He was ready; nothing else mattered. The Disciple fed from the darkness around him, fuelling his mind, his muscles, his body. Shoulders loose, legs light, he was ready to move at the first sign.

From within the helmet, he glanced at Ara and didn’t quite like the sight he saw. Precognition was a wonderful thing, and also a scary one. It had been days before she had planted a vision in his head of such a sight – the pair battling enemies on a dark world of fire, and because of him, she had fallen in battle and died.

That would not happen today. If that were a vision of his turning point, it would be now.

He breathed hard inside his mask, burning eyes set on the target ahead and Force aura attuned for anything. And all the while, he quietly watched, calculated, planned and prepared.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: Space
Allies: The Force
Enemies: Self Doubt

Sacrifice. It was always sacrifice.

From down in the hold of the shuttle the cerulean of hyperspace was brighter than the dim red lighting. Everything was painted in lilac tones that shifted with the swirls of hyperspace outside. He had been given a choice and he had followed the Force over his heart. When it came down to it the Jedi Order was a faith. Right now his was placed in the Force. If his son was grievously wounded again and he wasn’t there to help it would leave deep scars across his own soul. If he lost him then nearly everything from his past on Coruscant would be gone. The Force told him the danger was at Mustafar. He had to trust it.

Jacen had given so much, he reflected. Would the Force just punish him again for his service? They said that those who gave to others, that showed compassion, followed toe Light would live more rewarding lives than the selfish creatures who slunk into the Dark. Sometimes it didn’t see that way.

Jacen closed off the outside world and started to build walls of glass bricks. It was his own visualisation of the techniques taught to him by [member="Adele Adonai"] to strengthen his own mind. The light and its guidance was allowed through, other distractions were kept at bay. When he opened his eyes his mind was clear once more, his path lay ahead of him, not behind.

“Any update on the situation on the ground?” he called.

“Still chaos sir.”

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Objective: Save the Brat, Save the World
Allies in Vicinity: [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Samka Derith"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"]

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Allies At Location: [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] |[member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] KoR/FO
Enemies At Location: [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Liliane"] | [member="Ty Rellius"] | [member="Kimiko"]

Gear: In signature


The urge to respond with another quipping statement was there, but focus was needed, and so she ignored the comment for the time being. They could banter after she was sure Samka was safe. From her peripheral vision, she watched as the woman was pulled to her knees, momentarily pleased, until the Jedi began to slide on the obsidian.

Kark. She stood there, left arm outstretched to hold the barrier, saber held in the guard position across her chest with the other hand, her opponent moving towards her, blade spinning.

The moment the bolt of fire and compressed heat slammed into her barrier with a roaring crash and shower of sparks, she dropped her hands and her power, twisting to bring her own blade up and around as the woman appeared on her feet off to her side.

Speed and movement had always been her forte, skills honed from years running the streets and months of daily practice. It was her saving grace, even as the tightly woven jacket restricted her movement. Her blade flashed up, parrying the first of the two violet blades easily, her blade pushing it down and away.

The second blade ignited, aimed at her forearm, as the other spun away, her own parry sending the blades spinning. Jerking her arm up, she tried bringing her blade back around for another block, but too little, too late. The purple plasma crashed against the duraplast plates the covered her lower arm, sparks flying with a hiss. Doing exactly as they were meant to, the metal protected her limb from being separated from her body as the quick steps back moved her away from her opponent.

A quick glance down at the sleeve of her armor revealed partially melted plates, the material about past its usefulness. They were not designed to withstand direct hit for a prolonged period of time.

Spinning her blade in an arc, her gaze snapped back to the woman, eyes burning with bloodlust. IT was time to show this Jedi exactly what the Knight of Ren could do.

”Talk like that and I might mistake you for someone who cares. But who do you care about? Me, or him?” A slight head tilt and a glance back towards the armored man punctuated her message.

Chuckling and flashing a sly wink at the woman, she didn’t wait for a response, launching herself forward with steps that mirrored the ones she’d taken to disengage. Two quick steps forward had her within striking distance, her attention drawn to the spinning dual blades that were a new variable to her. Timing her attacks so that one spinning blade had just passed her targeted area, Ara flashed out two quick jabs towards the upper right torso, before turning her blade and slashing in an arc towards the woman’s legs.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Enemies: Too Blurred to matter, [member="Zmej Ren"]
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"]

The world glazed over around him as darkness slowly tightened its grip. In exchange for the malice to destroy an opponent, he traded hos own well-being and health. Firelike energies seethed his organs, and though they defied the toxin that would have killed him, the agony he experienced made every moment feel like hell. A sane man would have welcomed release.

As blackened, superheated blood spewed from his lips, Alkor's unseeing eyes watched his opponent. Atheus robbed the woman of the damage she otherwise would have caused the man, who only stood upright because his body refused to do aught else. The shotgun hung limp at his side, ready to fire but unwilling to rise.

He could not see her anymore. He could not hear the sounds of chaos, though he felt everything. His nerves were ablaze, shivering hellishly as the strange, foreign agent stoked them.

"There!" a voice called as a pair of armored combatants hurried into the vicinity of the castle. "There he is, and just like the readings say, he doesn't look good." The Mandos exchanged glances as they picked their pace up to a jog, blaster carbines up and ready to fire. "And there's Ticon- should we extract her, too?"

"She didn't call us to evac her," the other warned. "Don't get in her way unless you're asked. She'll shoot you."

"Fine, fine," the first gripped Alkor by the shoulder, shook him. "Su'cuy, vod-" he began to greet Alkor, frozen in his tracks by the harrowing expression of pure contempt on the man's face. "Fierfek," he hissed. "This isn't natural."

"It's some kind of force thing, most likely. Don't question it. He needs treatment right now, or that damage is going to become permanent." She pulled up a readout of his vitals in her HUD and grimaced. "He's showing signs of liver failure, his lungs are filling with fluid, and his blood pressure is astronomical. He should be dead.

"Shut up and grab the other arm," the male warrior commanded. They hefted him and began to drag his feet across rock. "He's stimmed," the man noted when he saw a pock mark bleeding on Alkor's bicep. The Dark Jedi's clothes were a tattered ruin, which left much of his torso exposed. He bled from many wounds, old and new. "Someone had the foresight to juice himself to survive the shock."

"Adrenaline burns off toxins in the bloodstream," the woman explained. "This was probably more of a countermeasure for that. The accelerated blood flow probably caused him to red out."

"Will you two stop bickering and get him aboard the shuttle?" Both of them looked up and blinked. "He needs a Kolto IV and some normal saline. We want to flush that neurotoxin out before the nerves are too heavily saturated..."

As she spoke, they loaded Alkor into the shuttle and ascended.

The clouds remained dark and foreboding over the molten world.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Location: Mustafar skies over Mining Facility
ALLIES: [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

Asmus eased forward the throttle and all four engines flared. Ripples of heat were left in the wake of the X-wing as it accelerated away. The consoles beeped, drawing the Wraith leader to several ground platforms attempting to achieve missile lock.

“Won't be an easy run next time,” Asmus called.

“If the tanks have no dedicated anti-aircraft platforms and they keep moving at the speed of dismounted infantry we have to make them pay,” Chad reasoned. He clearly wanted to come around for another pass. The red and black stripes of Mustafars surface races past them as their starfighters ate up the kilometers.

“Perhaps, or we can play peekaboo. Find me some terrain.” With repulsor power Asmus could use his fighter as an old attack helicopter. He could keep his distance from the enemy, hide behind some terrain and then engage from a great distance before hiding again.

Rather than come about in a slow turn Asmus reversed his thrust and increased power to repulsors. Within a few seconds he came to a complete halt, then turned and burned back towards the battle lines.

“Command to Wraith One, call off your next attack run.”

“Understood.”

An open hail was sent to the First Order: “First Order forces, what is the status of that vessels generator? We are willing to send engineering teams if necessary to avert a disaster and offer terms of your withdrawal from the immediate area.” Someone had picked up some concerning readings.

Asmus was cruising back towards the combat zone when he saw a shuttle lose its wing. Then he heard Choli’s voice over the comms. All of the Rogues had been misfits, but perhaps she had always seemed even more out of place. Despite learning to give as good as she got it had always seemed a culture shock to the baby of the Squadron. Her work ethic and determination had perhaps been a level above the rest of them. It still hurt that he hadn't been there for her after Kaeshana. She damn well wasn't being lost now.

Without thought he keyed in a command override to establish a priority point to point link. He spoke with the tone he used at Incom’s base to train pilots in simulator pods. Calm, clipped tones. “You’ve got this Cho. Emergency jettison the second wing and direct all power to dampeners and repulsors. I'm inbound.”

 

[Samka Derith]

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Location: Darth Vader's Castle - Catacombs
Engaging: [member="Elpsis Elaris"]
Other enemies: [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] - [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Faithful allies: [member="Connor Harrison"] - [member="Ara Ren"]
[SIZE=11pt]As the intense blast of heat came towards her, Samka instinctively closed her eyes and put up an arm to shield herself from the blast. She wasn’t built to take a lot of punishment, the lightly armoured gymnast relied on her agility to dodge attacks more than being able to soak up damage. But she couldn’t move from this spot. If she did, the slicing spike would certainly be fried, perhaps even the console. She braced herself for an impact which would likely kill her. Her life for a few more seconds of data mining.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It burned terribly, scolding her skin. She cried out in pain but as the heat passed she realised it wasn’t deadly. She was alive somehow. Opening her eyes, she gave a small nod of appreciation to Ara, knowing the Ren had aided her before turning her gaze to the red haired attacker. She didn’t have words, she was tired of talking and her throat still burned so she raised her hand to the ceiling where there was a collection of stalagmites, crumbled the base holding them to the roof and threw the pointed stones at the red head.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]From what she’d seen already of the girl’s abilities and the sonic weaponry which still was ringing in her ears, Samka knew at a distance she was at a disadvantage so she had to close it. With a primal snarl some might call a Sith battle cry, she propelled herself forward holding her lightsaber upwards. With the Force nudging her momentum, the girl twirled through the air replicating an ancient, powerful Dark Side technique capable of disorientating even the most powerful of Jedi Masters, leaving them open for a killer blow.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Landing directly in front of the Jedi, she gripped her blade with both hands and thrust it into the woman’s chest, a basic attack designed to cleave her open. [/SIZE]

 

[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"]​

[ Theme ]​

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As the sword in Castor's hands swept past the girl, the blade whistled through the air, supernatural force behind each blow. Fueled by power imbued in the crystal in the pommel and the man's connection to the Force, his strikes were fierce. As the sound of clashing weapons resounded in the library, he continued his advance as he used the extended reach of his weapon to push the girl farther and farther back. The woman was barely defending herself, content to let her blade be knocked aside as she stayed just beyond the blade's wicked edge. *What is she up to...* Castor didn't have long to wait.

A brilliant flash of light emanated from the girl's opposite palm, blinding in intensity. A surprise the Ren hadn't anticipated, his only saving grace were the hard fought years of experience. In a clash of swords, a distraction could mean the difference between life and death and while the girl's blade was obviously not designed to kill it was an able weapon, one whose bite Castor was beginning to feel. The nerves in his left arm continued to dull, a subtle but significant shift in the grip of his left hand had been bothering him - nothing but an afterthought now that his eyes burned.

The Ren made no attempt to shield his eyes, the damage done. Acting swiftly he brought his blade down and stepped towards the girl. He felt the hot poking blade of his enemy in the air, everything happening in the space of several milliseconds. The rapid step inward had caused the girl's target to shift, closing the gap as his arm descended - but Castor was not unscathed. Instead the blade caught the edge of his breastplate, the intense heat still enough to burn through one of the straps securing the armor to his body. In the same instant, Castor pushed forward once more. With a burst of speed he stepped inwards, his goal to penetrate her guard and get in close, closer than she could react to with her blade. Already he felt the pain of its touch as it hit a weak spot in the side where the strap had been burned away but he had something else in mind.

Still struggling to see, his vision a mess of white and red, Castor brought the tip of his blade just outside the woman's body as he extended his arms in an attempt to wrap her up, the sword blade coming around behind - if he were to succeed he might be able to use the blade as a sort of garrote or at very least trap the girl between the blade and his chest.

Spoiler

Castor Ren's Equipment

Armor: Armour of Ren

Weapons:

• Krigsgaldr - The Ashen Blade (Drawn)
• C-51 Charric Pistol (Holster, small of back)
• EE-3 Carbine Rifle (Resting on ground)

Explosives: (In Pack/Attached)

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

 

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

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Jedi she may be, but tired she was becoming. The three injuries, each one worse than the next were becoming a rapidly draining strain on her by the second. With every call of the Force, more and more of that reservation of energy she had was waning. The adrenaline coursing through her body would expire in due time, leaving her with little more to continue. She would find herself at his mercy, what little of it the Ren had, if any at all. Her saber missed its' mark as she drove it towards the man's underarm, instead separating a portion of the straps used to secure it to himself. Perhaps earlier in the fight that would have been useful, now though? The effort to further work that angle just wasn't there. The expectation that Castor would step forward and into her was also not there. Most enemies would reel, turn away, or otherwise shield their face from such an act.

The rapid dash forward actually knocked him into the blonde as she pulled back her saber from the failed strike. Heavy armored limbs fell around her, the man's own sword becoming a barrier, trapping her in place between steel. And like a snake coiling around its' prey she felt pinned between the weapon and Castor. With an eight centimeter difference in height he could lift her a short distance from the ground without trouble. Already she felt herself instinctively lift herself to the tips of her toes as the pain around her torso flared with violent surges. Everything burned and ached the instant pressure found its' way to her center body. The last reserves of adrenaline shot through her body like a rocket on lift off, her right hand flexing and shifting in a panicked frenzy to try and stab Castor in any vulnerable spot she could reach or find.

Her throat burned, she screamed in agony. Jamie found herself trapped and there was quite little she could do to overwhelm or outmaneuver him. Blood from her left hand smeared over the man's armor as she tried to push away, beneath, behind, around him. Anything or any way to escape. With the small gap between her stomach and his armor the girl tried slipping her hand through in order to dig her fingernails into and at the man's face and eyes. At this distance the Ren would begin to hear her breathing becoming hysterical, the real fear of what was becoming reality bringing out the raw natural instincts of just about any living creature in the galaxy. Fight or flight was taking over in a very, very real sense.

 

[H3xle]

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

In the moments since Taryc landed in her crouch, two more bodies came into the room, and she smiled as Elpsis was one of them. She mentally sent her a personal greeting, then turned her full attention to the battle. The original Ren, Connor, was waiting, likely seeing what she herself would do. The second Ren, Ara, was in battle with Master Raaf, and very interesting conversation was happening throughout it. Taryc hoped her data recorders were working well, she'd be able to put armor to faces and names if she asked Taeli about it later. The third Ren, Samka, had run to a console that was sitting on a wall all the way down here, inserted a data spike, then gone to fight Elpsis. She knew her lover could handle herself, and whatever she was doing with that data spike was not likely something the Alliance would like.

Without a second thought, Taryc extended her mind towards the data spike and called it to her hand, ripping it out of the console without any concern for damage. Then she stood and pointed her flaming blade at it, and focused. The flames turned to burn a near incandescent white, then lanced toward the console. Unless something intervened, the white flames would likely slag the console irreparably. She assumed Connor, the original Ren down here, would attempt to stop her, for which she was preparing herself to face. He was drawing on the dark side that permeated through the room to amp himself up, but she knew what the best counter to darkness was, and focused on the fire within 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"]​

[ Theme ]​

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Restrict. Constrict. Suffocate.

His arms had come around the girl's torso, the blade's tip flicking up as he wrapped her in his grasp. His fingers folded across the blade as he pulled back, squeezing the girl's ribcage between the hard surface of his breastplate and the flat surface of his sword. Still his eyes burned and as he blinked, his vision slowly began to return though blotted out by a dark blur. It didn't matter now. He felt the life within the girl, the fighting spirit which drove her to resist. In psychology, they say that the most life altering experiences in combat are those encountered at close range, the sweat and blood of the enemy smeared across your person impacts the mind more completely than a shot taken hundreds of feet away at an enemy in the distance - as Castor slipped the blade up higher on the woman's torso his heart beat faster.

Angling the blade inward he squeezed tighter, the grip of his left hand slipping for a moment but then clamped once more as he lifted the girl up further from her feet. To be so close to another being, to feel their life within your grasp, the violent throes of survival coursing through their veins, it was overpowering for the Ren. The Dark Side of the Force coursed through him, through the weapon - he could feel the girl's pain as tangible as a rare steak. As he further tightened his grip he could feel the amber blade of Jamie's saber cutting away at the loose fabric, the smell of burning filling the air as she tried to stab him time and time again.

With each stab he could feel a modicum of strength leave her, constricted and squeezed from her being like an animal caught in the grasp of a basilisk, slowly but surely the noose was tightening. If a person had seen an animal in its death throes, a creature caught in that place between life and death, it was a known fact that the instinct to survive was strong - perhaps one of the most dominating instincts of existence. While it was known, the Ren had been unprepared and as the sharp blade pressed in against the girl's back he saw a flash of movement out of the bottom of his vision - and then pain. Jamie had reached up, her nimble arm coming between them, nails digging into the soft flesh of his cheek as he squeezed ever tighter. First the cheek, and then a finger in the eye caused him to bellow in pain - his grip loosening for a second. He could feel the blood forming upon his cheek, his eye exploding into hundreds of red pinpricks of light. It was then he reacted completely by instinct, the Force incarnate.

His left hand released the tip of his blade, the sword dragging across her back as Castor stepped back suddenly. In a near immediate reversal of direction, the Ren raised his leg. All the anger, all the pain, all the frustration channeled into one moment - his foot struck out at the girl's center mass, the force of his weight amplified by the effect of the Force shot forward to strike her with the heel of his boot. As he made the movement, a violent cry escaped his lips, his rage now unleashed. Just as his heart beat, so also did the Force, violently burning in his veins, the pain of his eye near overwhelming fed the Dark Side.

Spoiler

Castor Ren's Equipment

Armor: Armour of Ren

Weapons:

• Krigsgaldr - The Ashen Blade (Drawn)
• C-51 Charric Pistol (Holster, small of back)
• EE-3 Carbine Rifle (Resting on ground)

Explosives: (In Pack/Attached)

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