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

[Ardgal Raxis]

Allies: Aka'liit/Order of the Sacred Lotus [member="Malok"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Drof'del Tavor"]

Enemies: Anyone messing with us

Objective: Build a defensive line

The general's loading ship touched the ground with a shuttering thud. His boots hit the ground and he surveyed the scene around him with no small sense of satisfaction. Mandalorian soldiers, the Aka'liit were moving with efficiency, speed, and precision through the temple these Jedi called home. He had mixed feelings about helping these Jedi. On one hand, most took none too kindly to his fore-dead nature. It didn't matter that he was a victim of horrific, unsolicited vongshapping, they usually just hated the biots in his body. And there was the fact that he had killed his fair share. Not out of rage, just a need to get crap done.

They were pawns, they had to be removed. One day he would be the pawn that needed to be removed by someone else. Maybe today would be that day, he didn't know. Either way there was no small sense of irony that he, a force dead man leading force dead men, was here to help protect them.

"The damned soulless ones defend the saints," Ardgal muttered to himself.

"Sir?" asked Virgil, one of the nearby Godkillers.

"Nothing," Ardgal said nodding to his man. They were some of the few who could come close to understanding his hell, what it felt like to suffer as a constant soulless being, drifting through space like a whiff of smoke, never able to really feel or affect it. "Is my Behemoth ready?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then let us begin our patrol."

"As you command."

 

[Garett Van]

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FN-4077 "Sub Zero" or "Zero"
Rutan Atmosphere, AT-AT Barge, TX-130T Tank
Allies: First Order, Imperial Remnant, and other Allies
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, and Allies.


FN-4077, sat quietly in the back on the TX-130T. The other troopers talked to each other and looked over their equipment, 4077 however sat not saying a word. She had a history, and one that was known to most of the other troopers as being cold, ruthless, efficient, and kept to herself. What most didn't know is why she was this way, "Zero" as many called her was one of the few troopers taken at a much younger age than most of the others, so all she knew was the Army and the Stormtrooper Corps. The training that everyone went through changed her since she was so young into someone that didn't care much for anything but the mission and completing it. This mentality led her to be an outcast for many of the troopers, and forced command to place her as a scout trooper. A position where she could be on her own, yet help the rest of the Corps as well.

"Zero, this is Helden. When we eventually arrive at the surveillance facility we'll be dismounting and attempting an infiltration with the goal of destroying or disabling the facility's signal array after which Rancor will standby to assault the facility and destroy the signal array after we take down their communication systems."

"Affirmative."

"Zero's" reply was almost mechanical, it has no emotion to it, and made the other troopers look in her direction as well. Though everyone in the tank knew she was human, most didn't believe it, this was not just from her lack of personality, but also no one ever saw her without her helmet. The few that have were enemies, not troopers and they were killed shortly after seeing her. This just added to her getting her nickname of "Sub Zero" this was going to be an interesting engagement for the troopers in the tank, as it would be their first time seeing FN-4077 in action.

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

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Location: Rutan orbit
Ally: [member="Darth Ophidia"] & [member="Carach"]
Enemy: [member="Micah Talith"] & [member="Vexen"]

"---Coocah rameenas belta eechabeedos uno dikdik enta tostados ickcha."
<<"---and that's why you'll never catch me sticking my meat in a toaster ever again.">>

Benni was lucky they were in the home stretch of this phase of the mission. Otherwise, Jarven probably would have slugged him unconscious to be done with the annoying story teller. The more he had argued with the man, the more he had cared less about him, the less he cared about any form of interaction with him. He resorted to gripping the steering wheel tightly and trying to play a game of pazaak in his mind to distract from the Duros droning in his right ear.

Finally, Jarven was able to flick a few switches and set the ship into the auto pilot phase of their plan. Jarven stopped Benni's monologue about fine cheese by slapping him on the shoulder and ushering the both of them towards the back of the ship. This ship was more of a hyperspace capable shell designed for transporting one non-spaceworthy ship and that ship was Jarven Zexxel's very own Guardian 5e Personal Defense Speeder. Naturally, it was coated in Nightshadow and had been routinely coated as such since he first got it, legalities be damned.

The plan was simple...well, for Jarven, it was. In actuality, there were many pieces to this plan which all had to go on successfully for the entire thing to work. One of those "easy to do, but cross your fingers while you execute" deals:

1. Jarven and Benni would secure themselves in the airspeeder, which lay inside the belly of this larger craft, which was being driven by an auto pilot sequence program worked on earlier.
2. They would enter Rutan's atmosphere farthest away from their target and all other known notable enemy locations. Whether they end up close to an unknown enemy structure set up near their entry vector or not remains to be seen.
3. The larger craft would enter atmosphere without heat shields, burning either some or a lot of the Nightshadow coating and causing damage to the outer craft whilst the two would be safe within the airspeeder and larger craft's interior smaller, inferior, jury rigged heat shield generators worked on by both Jarven and Benni before the mission began.
4. Upon hitting atmosphere and the threat of re-entry passed, their airspeeder would be released and go on its merry way low to the ground whilst the damaged larger craft would start emitting a general distress beacon and stick on its ailing course towards a desolate section of uninhabited plains. After a set amount of time in which the two craft have been separated, Jarven would trigger calculated system failures caused by micro explosions in certain lines, power failures in safety features, etc. The craft would then explode, burst and/or fall apart into many, variously sized pieces that would fall to the earth as hot, metal detritus is wont to do.
5. Jarven and Benni would take their airspeeder low to the ground where it would be harder for sensors to catch them (It works. I saw it in a movie once. XD Regardless of that's how that works or not, it's still what the two will attempt to do) and travel towards their destination.

Was that the plan?

• Yes.

Could it fail?

• Yes. In many ways.

Was it Jarven's plan?

• Yes.

Then, it was a good plan.​

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"Coona raanae ocho, seenbilga!?"
<<"You're a dumb ass, you know!?">>

"Oh, yeah, Benni! This is just the PERFECT time to lay into me!"

They were both panicking. They had just finished step three and were at the point where they were SUPPOSED to be deploying/detaching and getting away from this decoy-wreck-to-be ship. However, when you don't put heat shields up, certain metal exteriors became super heated to a melting point and fuse with other metals of similarly low melting point...such as the deployment hatch doors. They were refusing to open and their airspeeder was stuck inside the larger craft. Their only hope, now that the hot effects of re-entry were over with, was to get out of the airspeeder, resume control of the ship, NOT trigger the previously planned detonations and try to set her down without getting themselves killed...if possible.

"Coo wobadosae eetcha caranamose rannae ocho."
<<"You could have avoided it if you weren't such a dumb ass.">>

"Oh, it's just me who's the dumb ass, here? If you're so smart, then why didn't you think of it?!?"

"Because it wasn't my dumb ass plan, boss man."

Jarven went silent. He blinked once...twice. Their impending doom was seemingly forgotten, if only for a moment, as he addressed the incorrigible Duros anew; the past day or so's frustrations coming to a sudden boiling point.

"...YOU CAN SPEAK BASIC!?!" He inquired angrily.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Darth Vader's Castle
Objectives: Repel the Galactic Alliance
Allies At Location: [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member=Abraxas] | [member="Jack Mirrikh"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member=Antherion] | [member="Velon Ielor"] | KoR/GA
Enemies At Location: [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member=Liliane] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Ty Rellius"] | [member=Kimiko]
Gear:{In Sig} Ren Attire / Cloak / Lightsaber

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The pressure was rising the closer they got to the mighty castle, and Connor was grateful for wearing his helmet - the atmosphere of Mustafar itself was rich with toxic fumes and intense heat from the molten lava. Anyone facing the planet with just their bravery and lungs would certainly feel the repercussion later.

With the tunnels an option for breaching, [member="Ara Ren"] and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] were already tasked with the infiltration, the transport hovering for a few seconds to let them jump clear. They were a unit - the Ren were one fighting force. Connor moved forward and nodded to [member="Samka Derith"] at her command. He dropped out of the transport a few feet down to the rocky outcropping by the castle itself.

Connor turned to look up at the castle itself, climbing to the dark skies and steeped in history that the First Order would die to salvage and make their own for this and future generations. The Order itself was born from the ashes of the Empire that Darth Vader helped to forge - no Sith or Jedi had the right to claim this was theirs. This belonged to the First Order, clear and simple.

A presence touched upon his mind, and Connor lowered his head as he reached out to it within the castle. [member="Taeli Raaf"] was here. Which threw a ronto in the works right from the off.

He turned to his allies.

"Move to the rear, where the lava converges. We take one of the dry tunnels in and breach from the inside through the walls. Where we end up, I don’t know, but at least we will be in. Take the castle and kill the intruders.”

Connor nodded once at Ara. This would be more than a test for both of them.

"Let's go.”

Breaking into a jog, Connor started to traverse the black rock and ash below with nimble footing towards to rear of the castle that loomed over them.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Barkesh North Engagement

[member="Taheera Sollo"] [member="Rebel Sunka"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Tsuki Aihara"] [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

Location: Rebel Base.

As Trextan walked, Sergeant Rain from The Scarred pulled up to walk alongside the pair. He looked over at them both with his artificial eyes.

"Trextan. We've got reports of a landing force heading south and several ships landing in the old temple valley. Command is more concerned about the high ground on the plains to the north."

Trextan nodded. "Let's send more scouts north to watch for it. Get a recon drone over the valley. Taheera's right, let's get some small strike teams together to see what's going on," he said to the soldier.

"Taheera, can you go gather anyone else whilst I suit up* and we'll take the U-Wings in nice and low." At times he could slip into acting just like his father without realising it.

He walked through the blast doors and into the dingy corridors of the base. Through the hazy light he spotted a familiar shape conversing with one of the staff.

"Rebel!" He called out. "I'm getting my gear. Taheera's out there getting us a U-Wing to head out. She's​ the mirialan healer."



*Rekha Kaida

 

[Pharazon Draken]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Mustafar, Deployment from Orbit[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Sub-Location:[/SIZE] (Eventually) Mensix Mining Facility
[SIZE=11pt]Allies (Currently only those in vicinity): First Order & Allies | [/SIZE][member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="BE-183"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Heidi Ziegler"] | [member="AR-3752"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies (Currently only those in vicinity[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]):[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Galactic Alliance & Allies | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Ultimatum"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Six-O"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Planetfall[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Personal Equipment: FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor, F-11D Blaster Rifle, Bayonet, Combat Knife, [/SIZE]SE-44C Blaster Pistol[SIZE=11pt], x4 Thermal Detonators, x1 M1-VX "Vee Ex" Grenades, x3 M1-NR "Nerve" Autoinjectors[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Post: 1[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The only sound Captain Pharazon Draken of the 189th Grenadier Company could hear was his own breathing. Steady, deliberate, and echoing through his ears in the enclosed skull white helmet of his gleaming stormtrooper armour. He breathed in, he breathed out, it was the only way he had been able to develop to overcome his nerves during combat drops, the only way to quiet his mind. The only way to suffocate the gnawing fear that he and his assault lander was going to be atomised before he even had the chance to engage the enemy. His eyes were closed and his mind was relatively clear for his current situation thought he was still running through his tactical plan for the drop. Though, try as he might, he could not wrench his mind from a recent message he had received just prior to his deployment to the invasion fleet. These thoughts kept attempting to invade and shatter his imposed calm, he could not stop himself from over analyzing and feeding his near paranoia suspicion when it came to anything regarding his family. His uncle had written to him, declaring that he had successfully convinced his family that Pharazon was not responsible for the attack on them, and hinting that he had made great strides in his search for the true perpetrators, if only Pharazon could return to Hapes to assist him… If only he could return to Hapes to take care of his still recovering sister Elenthyia, as she had cared for him so long ago.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The thunder of explosions rocking the shuttle violently forced Pharazon from his reverie. Alarm [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]klaxons[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], status reports, and the creaking and thumping of the lander dominated all sound. Pharazon’s eyes surged open in an instant. There was little he could do now in response to the majority of the reports he was receiving from naval updates on the landing operation and from his lieutenants in their own respective shuttles. The entire 189th Company was storming towards hitting the atmosphere of Mustafar, their engines and the fires of entry blazing like great lances scoring space. They were not members of any illustrious legion, nor were they dread warriors of galactic legend. But they were his, and that was all he could ask for. Nodding reassuringly to several of the stormtroopers of 4th Platoon with whom Pharazon was making planetfall, such as his batman Private Benjamin Harker, Colour Sergeant Edmund Sandalphon, and trusted lieutenant and protege Lieutenant Remus Cain, Pharazon hoped to calm slightly the nerves causing many of the stormtroopers to shift in their armour and clank. They were restless and pumped up on adrenaline, ready to fight, ready to kill, scared to die.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The lights within Pharazon’s shuttle, as well as many of the other shuttles containing the company’s two hundred stormtroopers flickered and flashed with ready lights and due to the buffeting assault upon them. The shuttles tore through the atmosphere, the 189th’s shuttles managing to evade the onslaught of anti-spacecraft fire lancing into the surging horde of landing shuttles soaring towards the surface of Mustafar at speeds far in excess of safety protocols and standard First Order procedure. It was do or die, and Pharazon had ensured his pilots knew that prior to their launch from the fleet. He would not be killed by bureaucracy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Standing at the light that signalled they would soon make planetfall, Pharazon stood before the men of 4th Platoon, and opened a general com channel to all members of his company. He took a breath, straightened himself to his great height, and spoke loud, authoritatively, aggressively, and proudly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“This is Captain Draken” he began, his voice deep and rich, with none of the serpentine or rasping like qualities that it sometimes possessed. “I know many of you are afraid. I know many of you wonder why we have been chosen to fight and die on the surface of this hellish world. I know some of you come from worlds now ruled by the Galactic Alliance. I know some of you are hardened combat veterans with the company, while others among you are fresh recruits caught up in the fervour finally realising your true place in the war” he continued, voice rising to match his quickening but no less proud and authoritative pace and tone.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“But I have absolute faith in the skill, courage, and honour of each and every stormtrooper of the 189th. Trust in these, trust in yourselves. Trust in your battle brothers and sisters. Place your trust in me, in the 189th, trust in Grand Moff Fortan, in the Supreme Leader, trust in Order” he said richly, voice rising still, passion and fervour spilling into every word. Pharazon was genuine when it came to his comments concerning his men, but if he was completely honest with himself he did not really believe in the First Order, at least not yet. He had seen the promise but he had also recognised the opportunities for abuse and his own tenuous position in the hierarchy. As he returned his mind to his speech, he noticed that a small number of the more experienced troopers in the transport had begun to thump their chests with their FO-02 armoured fists. Knowing that Pharazon was making a spectacle for morale, and knowing that pride and fervour would serve them all well in the hours and days to come. More and more took it up as Pharazon continued.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“We are stormtroopers, we are grenadiers, we are the finest soldiers the galaxy has ever known. We are the scions of the legacy of the First Empire, of order, our progenitors in the glorious first Stormtrooper Corps look upon us with pride, they know we shall finish what they began so long ago, they know we are stormtroopers!” Pharazon roared. The sounds of an entire platoon slamming their fists into their chests filled the shuttle but it had not reached its crescendo.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“We are the hammer of the Empire and will obliterate all before us. We are the anvil upon which all foes of the Order will shatter themselves upon. We are grenadiers proud and strong and we will tread the sea of stars beneath our boots to forge peace, order, and a unified galaxy!” he roared, finishing his impromptu speech, voice near horse but still powerful and delivered to every stormtrooper in the company as if he was only talking to them. The pounding of chests nearly drowned out the final portion of his speech. In multiple landers, the entire company joined in the display of proud defiance and ambition. The shuttles rocked and lurched, explosions were audible from all around them, lights flickered or failed, conduits sparked as the shuttles of 189th neared their landing zone under heavy fire.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As defiant as they were, however, stormtroopers in landing shuttles could do nothing against anti-aircraft fire. One shuttle was racked with fire, spilling into the troop compartment and killing five and injuring many of the other troopers, while another shuttle was completely destroyed as it's fuel tanks exploded and ripped itself and the fifteen stormtroopers inside into thousands and thousands of pieces. Even the shuttles that survived bore the brunt of viscious fire directed at them, many of the shuttles were hit directly limiting their [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]manoeuvrability[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] while others were clipped or knocked off course.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Pharazon had been quiet and added his own fist to the orchestra of pride, but as they neared the drop zone and he heard the pilot's confirmation and the thumping died down, Pharazon addressed them one last time.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“The mining facility will be ours, we are shock and we are awe, and we will secure that facility and its mineral wealth intact, am I understood!” he cried finally, as he felt the shuttle coming down. The response was deafening, “Sir yes sir!” boomed from the throat of every single surviving stormtrooper in the company.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The shuttles hurtled to the ground in a decidedly unsafe manner. Pharazon took a breath, another, the silence had returned, no one in the surviving company spoke. But this silence was not uncontrollable fear, it was deadly focus, honed anger, hatred, and fear coalesced into a drive for battlefield domination and perfection. Lights flickered, stormtroopers shifted themselves to account of the gravity being exerted upon them, final adjustments were made to armour and weapons, grenadiers patted friends on the back, and they assembled themselves into a disciplined landing formation, ready to spew forth from the landing shuttles maw the moment the ramp lowered.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The shuttle slammed into the ground, as did the others. The ramp lowered, the fire and brimstone glow filling the interior, smoke and [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]sulphur[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] began to be filtered from the air by their armour.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Let’s be about them, for the Empire!” Pharazon roared as he charged down the landing ramp followed by the stormtroopers of 4th Platoon and mirrored by the surviving entirety of the company that had landed near by. They had landed quite a distance away from the mining facility and were not rushing out into combat, but their zeal had been brought to the forefront and the moment they exited the landers they were ready for battle, regardless of not having anything to immediately fight. His blaster raised, ready to belch fire and death should anything approach them as they moved across the rugged terrain, Pharazon heard the the simple battle cry of the 189th go up amongst the throats of all the stormtroopers under his command as they surged away from the landing site after making planetfall.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Grenadier!”[/SIZE]

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Gear: Armored coat, Mirari, Cruentis Cor
Allies: First Order + Allies ([member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Abraxas"] | [member="Jack Mirrikh"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member="Antherion"] | [member="Velon Ielor"])
Enemies: Galactic Alliance + Allies ([member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Liliane"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Ty Rellius"] | [member='Kimiko'])
Apologies if I missed anyone!

It was obvious that Ara still had trouble with flying, but Kaalia was confident she'd be alright. There was no time to dwell on it, this was war. They had arrived, and the brunette would no doubt shake it off. When the doors opened and the harsh environment met the redhead, she motioned to a disciple. He walked over with a respirator, something that would still show her face but would protect her lungs from the atmosphere. She put it on and with the click of a button it started working, purifying the air that was breathed in. She dismissed the disciple, and turned to Samka. "I volunteer to breach the tunnel." she said with a direct tone, her voice slightly muffled by the respirator. There was no need to add any more words, and Kaalia got off the still floating craft along with the others that volunteered to take another way in.

The magma all around the woman was incredibly uncomfortable, but she refused to let it get to her. This was life or death, and she wouldn't let the planet become the end of her. She pressed on, taking the lead while walking towards the abandoned magma flow tunnel. The small group was hard to pin down, allowing for a surprise attack from an angle they wouldn't expect. When they arrived at the tunnel a quick glance inside revealed that enemy forces had not set up shop inside it. Kaalia entered the tunnel, and quickly the environment around them would become pitch black without natural lighting to illuminate the place. This was no issue however, as she had learned a few tricks on a mission on Kro Var. The redhead gathered the Force around her hand, feeling the heat rising up within it. As she willed it, a bright flame appeared in her hand, allowing the group to see in front of them once again. "Let's keep moving."

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Barkesh North Engagement

Allies: [member="Taheera Sollo"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Tsuki Aihara"]
Enemies: [member="Braith Achlys"], [member="Asharad Graush"]
Gear: Phrik armour (in sig), bolter, magnetic revolver, sonic pistol, anti-forcer+ forcebreaker grenades, wrist flamer, lightsabre, Seraph shield.


Kaida had not majored in Force Sense or precognition. All in all, her extrasensory perception was pretty basic. Usually it sufficed to get a basic headsup when someone was shooting at her. Still, she sensed the tension in the air around the base. In between brooding an awful lot. Her sabre was on her belt, her battle shield slung over her back. It was heavy, but should be useful if she faced a sabre duellist.


Staying put in the base was making her restless. So the phrik armoured Angelii happened upon Taheera and Trextan just as the two were discussing reports of First Order dropships and assembling small strike teams of some sort.


The woman she did not know, but she recognised the male Jedi with the cybernetic arm from Kaeshana. Elpsis had mentioned he'd fought bravely at Dawn. That was something she could respect. Unlike many of her fellow elves, Kaida was not particularly sexist. Or racist. Just icy and abrasive.


She'd been exposed to the outside Galaxy at a young age when she fled Kaeshana as a disgraced exile. This gave her a broader perspective than say Tarissa Cadalthor and other reactionaries, who still clung to the idea that the Eldorai mistress race had a goddess-given manifest destiny...despite the overwhelmning evidence to the contrary. Speaking of Tarissa, she was probably dead by now.


"I'm in," she said laconically. Brevity, thy name is Kaida. This writer has a new goal: Get frost elf drunk and see if she loosens up. Spoiler: She has comically low alcohol tolerance.

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Objective: Have Fun Storming The Castle

Spoiler

Allies At Location: [member="Castor Ren"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member=Abraxas] | [member="Jack Mirrikh"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Mishel Ren"] | [member=Antherion] | [member="Velon Ielor"] | KoR/FO
Enemies At Location: [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member=Liliane] | [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

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfQtJuf9Gjo[/youtube]​

The clawing anxiety rooted deep in her gut calmed, the torrent of emotions replaced with the warm rush of confidence. Her gaze snapped to the young Ren leading their expedition, eyes narrowed in suspicion as she caught their leader also focused on the brunette.

You’ll be alright, we’ll keep you safe.

Eyes burning with a mixture of anger, fear, bloodlust, and even a undercurrent of gratitude met Samka’s, nodding once in acknowledgement. The knight pretended it was about the tunnels below and her willingness to join, but it was so much deeper than that. For a moment, she was the street-rat from Coruscant, brazenly standing against the blue-haired Ren and her friend, [member="Isla Ashen"] , in a battle of wills and determination. The two women had been her introduction and welcome to the world of the Ren, her path with the Order beginning in a wash of fear and blood. How appropriate that now she would cement her place with the same.

The craft came to a stop without landing, Ara biting her lip behind the mask at the thought of disembarking without actually touching down. One more benefit of their need for anonymity and the masks that allowed it, the ability to hide the smaller ticks that would give the cracks in her emotional armor away to the enemy.

”Strike fast. Strike hard.”

Nodding once at their leader and meeting the gazes of those assembled she was familiar with, Antherion, Kyrel, Zmej, Mishel, and the Twi’lek. Without delay as time was of the essence, she moved to the door of the transport, now open for their departure. A spike of anxiety sent a shiver through her as they jumped.

A relieved breath hissed out of the mask as her bones reverberated with the impact of feet hitting solid ground. Straightening to look out at the planet around them, she was glad she had chosen to wear her mask, the built-in filtration mechanics allowing her to breathe without the acrid chemicals wreaking havoc on her lungs. The heated currents of air bellowed around the trio, each breath burning her lungs and adding fire to her core.

Turning her attention to Connor as he spoke, she raised an eyebrow, simultaneously amused by his authoritative tone, but also recognizing his greater experience with the planet, the fortress, and its defenses. The Ren were a unit, regardless of rank or personal feelings and this was no different. They would breach the lower levels of the castle while the rest of their team would target the front gates, divide and conquer.

”A sound plan. Shall we?”

Meeting his look with her own approving gaze, she followed behind, content to let the pair take the lead for now. Shifting once in discomfort as the weight of the air around them settled on her armor, she traversed the rocky path with ease. The maw of the abandoned magma tunnel yawned open in front of them, the darkness an eerie spot of quiet in the otherwise rolling environment around them. Swallowed by the darkness for a moment, Ara sighed, her eyes less than useful even after the red-haired Knight ignited a flame in her palm.

A souvenir from their trip to Kro Var, both women had a few tricks up their sleeves for the awaiting Jedi. Shadows flickered in her peripheral, the flames bouncing and reflecting off the obsidian walls making it more difficult for the half-Hapan to decipher the fuzzy images the low-light granted her. Dark power seeped all around them and it took a mere thought to connect with the blanket of power, her sight enhanced by the force and auras flowing around her.

Her two companions burned brightly in her mind’s eye, their own signatures corrupted and beautiful to the dark-sider. More signatures brushed her mind, far above the small group as they continued their trek through the tunnels beneath.

Their advance was halted prematurely as a wall of stone and solidified manga rose in front of them, their path cut off from the rest of the underground labyrinth. Whether the blockage was man-made or a natural cave-in mattered little. The Ren needed to get through and so they would. Ara stepped up beside the other woman, casting a side-long glance and hidden smirk. The power within snapped and begged to be released, the blockade a perfect target for her urge to rend, destroy, and annihilate.

”Kaalia, would you like to assist me with this…problem?”

The vocalizer distorted the voice, but the lilt and joy within was not masked. A quick wink towards the man in their midst, she chuckled, wondering what he would think of the new abilities the two woman were about to reveal.

 

[Zmej Ren]

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Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Castor Ren"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Mishel Ren"] [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Jack Mirrikh"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Antherion"] [member="Velon Ielor"]
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Liliane"] [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Kimiko"] [member="Ty Rellius"] @Taryc Ap’Irae
Directly Engaging: [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Equipment: Battle armour, X-11E Sonic Rifle, M1-VX Grenades, Lightsaber

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She wasn’t one for alternative, sneakier routes. Indeed; the freshly christened knight’s plate clad form made her perfectly suited for storming the main entrance. Saying her farewell to the team that disembarked early to make their way through another path, Zmej remained within the shuttle, anxiety coursing through her veins as the fateful moment drew closer. From behind the cold mask, two yellow eyes spied on those who remained. Perhaps this was the last time she saw them among the living. While a dark, depressing thought, such was the reality of war and she accepted that. People died. Not necessarily a bad thing either – Zmej just needed to ensure most corpses in the upcoming bloodbath belonged to the Galactic Alliance, fulfil her purpose and survive. Worries and concern for her brothers and sisters in faith played little to no role in her own psyche; each and every single one of her comrades was a trained elite agent of Sieger Ren himself, thus appropriately dangerous and hard to kill.

“May the Supreme Leader watch over us.” The armoured knight delivered with a concealed grin as her plate boots thudded against the scorched rocks of Mustafar once their transport brought them close enough and she hopped out. Aware of the intense heat, yet not feeling it yet due to her armour’s capabilities, she tasted the planet’s dark currents of the Force and inhaled the hot air, receiving a filtered and perfectly safe version of the atmosphere to fill her lungs. It was most strange, to tread the volcanic rocks that birthed the famed Jedi killer, giving him the iconic mask even modern Jedi feared.

Swift, purposeful strides carried Zmej right after Samka. Given her armour’s protective capabilities, she was more than ready to launch herself forward and become the first target, taking the blunt of their attack if necessary. Fate seemed to have a vastly more interesting scenario in its mind though – a brief search through the Force revealed the majority of the insects to be huddled together, their poisonous signatures in dire need of extermination. Like any good exterminator, Zmej carried the right tools to deal with their annoying lives. Even before Samka gave the order, one such grenade floated right into Zmej’s hand as the blonde cast a smirk her superior’s way. Great minds truly think alike. One explosion later, the doors no longer blocked their path and Zmej’s telekinetically guided gas grenade shot right in, releasing its lethal load in clouds of death. Retreating several steps back, she stood still, unflinching, even as a fake Darth Vader stepped into the thick cloud. Well, he was dead anyway. Unless his fanmade replica of Darth Vader’s suit was environmentally sealed, equipped with filters to combat the galaxy’s most lethal toxins – and why would a knockoff of Vader’s armour have that? – the fool had committed suicide. Such was the price for mistaking war for a carnival.

To their telekinetic throws meant to bounce the grenades back, Zmej responded equally. Like unwanted toys, the gas grenades went right back to the original receivers, fuming and spewing their contents furiously at being chased away.

Samka’s shot put an end to that.

Even as the gas ignited in an explosive manner, Zmej Ren remained motionless, orange inferno mirroring across her visor. Only when another attacker approached – cloaked in darkness, yet no ally of the First Order as his actions revealed – Zmej summoned her cross-shaped lightsaber hilt. Firmly pressing the ignition button brought a chaotic beam of scarlet to life, unleashing a snap-hiss far more potent and terrible than that usually associated with lightsabers. But where to direct her focus? Mustafar still waited for blood and destruction to once more adorn its unyielding surface.

Instead of charging with her saber and testing its deadly potency, Zmej coolly raised her empty hand. She had learned plenty, be it from Darth Vader’s legacy or Darth Sidious’ wisdom. Knowing how to channel her anger in an efficient display of controlled destruction, the knight clenched her gauntleted palm into a fist, pouring passion into the dark side’s reservoirs and imagining the act of physically crushing the one who had fired the explosive rounds their way. More specifically, his lungs, intent on forcing them to cave in like old paper in a true Vader-esque way.

 

[Liliane]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NLUj9lFPU6s​

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Mustafar​

Vader's Castle​

Nearby Allies: GA #NotGonnaTagYa​

Enemies: [member="Ara Ren"]​

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Something was happening. The Jedi Master could feel that. Some cold wave travelled across the room she was in, leaving behind shivers and disturbance. Enemies were not far; they were even closer than she'd expected. But she didn't know where, how far, how close, she didn't know what to do. She was all alone. And what if the whole army was going to jump right into the room. What if she was going to die?

These thoughts didn't always accompany her. She didn't know where they were coming from. Something was clearly in the air. Some pressure. Liliane was not a great user of the Force, but she could tell the mystical power was trying to foretell something. If only she could understand it, if only she could decipher it and put it into context. She would have given everything to be as wise as the Jedi Seers she often saw meditating in various temples.

But she was not one of them. She was just a lonely Jedi Guardian, a fighter. It didn't matter how great of a fighter she was at the moment -- she knew her abilities were what they were, there was no way to change that right now.

She had to accept the future. And that was the Jedi way -- accepting that some things can't be changed. Accepting that the Force sometimes worked in twisted ways. No matter how much she may have hated that, it was impossible to fight against it. Sith tried to do that, but they failed.

Everybody ultimately failed. Everybody died. It was the will of the Force. But when one stopped fighting against it and accepted the fate, they could finally feel peace. just a word, no meaning to it.

Liliane didn't feel peace; she was not yet ready to accept everything. She wanted to fight. And that's what she was going to do. She was going to show these foes what she was made of and what the Alliance was made of. Whether it was her first true battle or the last one, she was going to fight.

The Marshal rose from her seat, closed her eyes for just a moment to gather power, and then opened the dandelion yellow eyes.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Just outside Vader's Castle.
Allies: -
Enemies: Engaging [member="Antherion"], [member="Stardust Raxis"], [member="Zmej Ren"], Knights of Ren

Scattering the opposition would have been ideal, but it was ultimately unnecessary. Putting them on the back foot was more than enough. The instincts of two of his enemies were visible in response to his onslaught:

The first had responded predictably with an unseen defense, most likely surprised by the secondary effects of the Dark Jedi's payload. It was obvious he could not fully shield all of his allies from the spray of molten metal. He did admirably, however, in protecting himself.

The other, less obvious result came as a split second headache, one that Alkor recognized as an imminent threat to his person. Thankfully, with his saber already in hand, he reacted in the way any Force Sensitive would.

The blade spun in a wide arc, deflecting the focused burst of energy harmlessly away. He felt a pressure around him as the Force twisted and encroached, and his eyes shifted to regard the dark woman seeking to molest him with a power he knew all too well.

Defiance ripped through Alkor as a power he kept sequestered deeply away inside broke through the dam and flooded his body. Rage like a volcano burst forth and coated his insides with thick, virulent energies. For a Dark Jedi, the Force itself was a tool to be broken, mastered, and brought to heel- though it took as much as it gave in return.

His mouth dripped saliva and blood as his lungs recoiled from the touch of corruption, strong pressure fighting from the inside to combat the outside. He stared at the woman as he raised the gun once more

It screamed twice.

 

[Bethany Kismet]

Sanctuary, Monastery

Bethany didn't realize that [member="Malok"] had called her before stepping up beside her. Historically, she'd had very little truck with the Mandalorians, their language, or their culture. But she put her hand over his when it rested on her shoulder, and nodded.

"As well as can be expected with deaths on the horizon, Malok," she said softly.

[member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Briika Tor"] and [member="Drof'del Tavor"] joined them a moment later, and a small smile flickered across the Jedi's face.

"I have the same problem," she assured the Mandalore. "They have a habit of forgetting just Bethany will do."

She didn't elaborate on what they called her instead- after all, it didn't seem important.

Dark head inclined to the others as she turned to look up at the two ships before them. The SLV Satori and (sigh) SLV Kismet were both medical ships. Bringing them into an active war zone was a risk, but the blue and silver of their hulls and the OSL transponder flares should mark them as aid workers.

"Will you be taking the Kismet ma'am?"

Bethany made a face.

"No, I'll leave the ship uncomfortably named after me to others," she said with a wince. She'd rename it if she could. In truth, she'd tried. It hadn't stuck. And eventually she'd simply sighed and let the winds blow where they would.

"I will go with the Satori to Barkhesh," she decided. "The Kismet will go to Mustafar. Seraphim to Butan. Unity to Asmeru. The smaller cutters will split up between them. I would ask that your men choose which planet they would be best suited for Vilaz- I could assign them, but you all understand your own capabilities far better than I. Protect each other, remember that this is a volunteer mission and if things get to be too dangerous for our people, you may all choose to withdraw- be sensible, all of you- and be safe as far as you are able."

She smiled gently as emerald eyes cast around. "And may the Force be with you."


*****

The SLV Satori
Enroute to Barkhesh

Bethany stood on the bridge, watching at the crew moved around. She wasn't the captain of the Satori, but when she was there, she was afforded the same respect.

Why Barkhesh?

For the same reason she had gone to Korriban. To Atrisia. To Mandalore. To Elom.

Because the Force beckoned her. Something was going to happen there that she could either directly change... or something she simply needed to see. She didn't question the call as it flowed through the Force. Not until she realized that it was bringing her closer to [member="Michael Sardun"]. That genuinely surprised her, and a small frown flickered over her face. Why would the Force send her to Michael? Was he in danger? They were too far away to tell, though that didn't feel right to her.

Bethany trusted the Force and the path she walked within it. But she had a sense of vague unease that could not be shaken. What was she moving toward this time?

Spoiler

[member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Hazel Zanteres"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Electroheart"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Anika Nygaard"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Hal Terrano"] @anyone I left out, pick a place to go!

 

[Leos Palle]

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Mustafar was a warm world, but he suspected the others may not be desirous of going to such a place. Working in those conditions alone would be hostile. For that reason, he chose to go there. As everyone split up for their varying missions, he took stock of who was going where, in order to know where each was. At least, he did his best to try and know where they were all going. He wouldn't be able to protect them all, but as he knew it, he would never be able to protect them all. He was only one person, and despite his desires, one person could never do as much as was needed to be done. It took a small army to accomplish everything. But he would do his part.

So he approached the Kismet, moving his way inside of it, which was not the least bit humorous. He situated himself within one of the seats, and waited for the others before the ship ascended like the others and made for the cold of space. It would be their only reprieve from the heat until they eventually left Mustafar, so he fully intended to enjoy its cold embrace. It would be a test for him, just going to such a warm world. He would survive, though, as he always did. It wasn't about his comfort anyway. People were attacking these worlds, and that meant there were going to be a lot of displaced civilians, and a lot of soldiers in need of medical attention.

As the ship moved to hyperspace, he leaned his head back and surveyed the others, wondering just how this mission was going to go.

| [member="Ardgal Raxis"] | [member="Hazel Zanteres"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Anika Nygaard"] | [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Hal Terrano"] |​

 

[Vexen]

[member="Micah Talith"] [member="Allyson Locke"]

Rutan
Location: Rutan Wilderness a few klicks outside SIS Listening Post

It was the tone of Micah's voice, rather than the content of the words, that had Vexen raise her head fully and look over at Micah. One by one she peeled back the layers of barriers that had shielded her own mind from Micah's. He was anxious. Several different flavours of anxiety that were tugging at his thoughts in different ways.

Reluctantly, she placed both paws on the ground and lifted herself to her feet. She was so full of food and drink that just getting up almost made her nauseous. The alarms caused a flare of panic of her own.

“Micah?” She called out. He always knew what to do. There was an alliance listening post not far from them. Did that mean it was under attack or that there was just something dangerous near the system?

With a creak she stretched out. Her diminutive form wasn't very high, but her long arms stretched talk. When they had crashed with [member="Kaili Talith"] she had seen something in her sleep. A dark shape, warm, familiar. It had told her to be brave. Ever since then she had never stopped trying.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Engagement Zone: Unknown yet

[member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Allyson Locke"]

Asmus didn't like to see people so visibly upset. He'd met Kaili for the first time a long way back now. It must have been near when he was first flying with Rogue Squadron, when Allyson had just signed on. He still remembered how he had visibly winced at the name, thinking it was the Kaile he lost. Whiskey Girl as his new squadron had taken to referring to her, since he had made several drunken admissions on the subject.

Allyson was a friend. Now it had seemed to him he'd ruined her partners meeting by spotting a rather personal message on her datapad.

He left his caf on the table, dismissed himself to his Incom colleague and headed out after her. His wrist comm buzzed on the way.

Condition Grey. Report in.

Brilliant, just what he needed now. Condition Grey meant there was a situation that the SIS had to respond to. They'd made one run deep into First Order space for surveillance already and now the Subversion was moored in Alliance space at a secret facility for refuelling.

“Kaili?” He called after her, dismissing the message for now. They knew he'd seen it; he would have to report in soon.

 

[Zmej Ren]

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Allies: [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Castor Ren"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Mishel Ren"] [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Jack Mirrikh"] [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Antherion"] [member="Velon Ielor"]
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Liliane"] [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Kimiko"] [member="Ty Rellius"] @Taryc Ap’Irae
Directly Engaging: [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Equipment: Battle armour, X-11E Sonic Rifle, M1-VX Grenades, Lightsaber

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Shaking involuntarily, the knight’s fingers struggled to remain wrapped around the non-existent object clutched in her hand. Immense pressure went directly against her efforts, as if trying to pry her palm open. Finally, knowing it to be of no use anymore, she left go, all crushing effects lifted and offering momentary relief. Not only to her hand, naturally – it was certain her intended victim’s breathing organ also appreciated the sudden change when no more malevolent powers sought to irreversibly damage it. There was no point in trying to prove otherwise, as what started as mere resistance to save his life turned into a chain-shattering hammer that broke the knight’s hold over his lungs. He was stronger than her when it came to the dark side; although the fact alone did not have enough power to dissuade her from fighting him further, the knight of Ren felt irritated. She wanted to end it. Quickly crush the opposition and move on. Fulfil her duty to the Supreme Leader, never one to willingly risk his wrath. Memories of his anger haunted her mind still, the thought of suffering through the same again completely out of option. That was her edge over his sheer power.

Dedication.

Failure equalled death, and rather than returning to her Father like a beaten dog, broken and defeated after the very first large scale campaign against the Alliance, Zmej was willing to take her chances and face someone several levels above her.

Finding its primary target in her, the gun’s barrel now unmistakably pointed her way, prompting Zmej to move. Two successive barks announced the gun’s violent intentions; two infernal loads headed her way. Thanks to the earlier display of what those nasty shots could do and how to combat them, the knight of Ren knew better than trying to deflect the projectiles with her lightsaber’s crackling blade. Even though the plate armour adorning her body promised a certain degree of safety, blindly walking into the shots would have been suicidal. Dashing to the side, the recently freed hand made a waving gesture that would have been completely innocent if performed by non-Force sensitive. When done by a trained and experienced elite agent of the Supreme Leader himself though, one steering her training and expertise towards mastery over telekinesis as proven by Zmej’s crushing grip, the swarms of shots changed their trajectory slightly, going in the opposite direction than her own dodge.

According to the visible trails, no bullet collided with her path. Some made particularly valiant attempts, swishing next to her head, others exploded in the air upon colliding into another. Still, Zmej Ren did not escape the shrapnel. It eagerly dug into her armourweave cloak, bounced off the woman’s armour, reminding her just how dangerous the weapon in her opponent’s hands was. It had to be addressed before he fired again, now with a higher chance of success as the distance between the two figures decreased slightly. Steeling her will for the task to come, the heavily armoured knight made another seemingly empty gesture, yet one capable of commanding the dark side to manipulate the Force in her favour. As heavy steps carried the Ren closer to her opponent, invisible currents would wrap around his legs. Not lethal in the slightest, even if a powerful yank followed to rob the man of balance and temporarily discard his ability to fire the deadly weapon. That, and disturbing his focus enough should another Ren use this opportunity to strike.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

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Objective: Land at and secure Mensix Mining Facility
Allies: First Order & Friends
Enemies: Galactic Alliance
In Vicinity: [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="BE-183"] | [member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Heidi Ziegler"] | [member="AR-3752"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Pharazon Draken"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"]

His training felt like it had gone by at the speed of light, all of the basic lessons on lightsaber combat and usage of the Force were suddenly clouded in his mind when he boarded a troop transport on the FIV Concordia. Skaara had been a Disciple of the Beyond for the last few months, and he never expected for the cold war between the First Order and the Galactic Alliance to suddenly, and rather violently, explode into multiple conflicts. The Supreme Leader had sent countless other Ren to locations across the sector to combat the Alliance armies and their disgusting Jedi. He himself had been part of the detachment that journeyed to Mustafar but in some twist of fate, Skaara was told to go to the Mensix Mining Facility instead of the castle of Lord Darth Vader.

He was unsatisfied with this mission, he was ready to fight and kill Jedi, wasn't he? Mere footsoldiers wouldn't sate his thirst for vengeance. Perhaps it was for the best, Skaara was not a fully fledged Knight of Ren and it would be apt to believe that he wasn't ready to fight a Jedi Knight. These thoughts raced through his mind as the zabrak took his seat with other stormtroopers, a man shrouded in black surrounded by men in white. His hand brushed against the cool, metallic hilt of his lightsaber when he reached into his cloak and pulled out a red helmet;

Skaara turned it around and brought it up, sliding it over his head and lifting his hood up. Looking around, a small interface lit up indicating the 'friendly' stormtroopers in the transport with him. He hunched over, staring at his gloved hands while concentrating on drawing the power of the Force; "I am ready." He muttered.

"I am ready."

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Outside Vader's Castle
Allies: [member="Antherion"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"]
Enemy(?): [member="Alkor Centaris"]

Jack wasn't the kind to charge into battle. He took his pensive time to carefully concoct a strategy and exploit weakness. As he floated over towards Vader's Castle on his hoverboard, he definitely managed to lag behind the others. By the time he came within action proximity of the castle, the fights were already underway. As much as he loathed the idea of being sidetracked by combat instead of exploring, he knew it was a necessary part of his ally contract...except for something, or someone, quite unique.

Do you know what happens when you suck soda out of a straw and then release it so that soda flow from the straw back into the cup? You create a ripple. Someone nearby was struggling with the desire to drink in the Dark Side of the ever present Force around here. This intriguing occurrence stole Jack's thoughts from the fight and turned his attention upon an embattled man off to the side of whom had managed to draw the attention of two Ren.

Jack floated out towards the three of them, his feet splayed apart and his arms casually crossed in front of himself. He was not armed, but could tell that violence had already been sparked regardless of his disinterest in combat. His hover board set down a couple meters from the position of the three. He stepped off and walked over in Alkor's direction. He made no move to join the battle; in fact, he didn't even attempt to stop Alkor from firing upon Stardust, for she should know full well there were always consequences to firing upon another living being.

When he got close enough, he lifted his hands and spoke in a voice he'd learn to use under Darth Erebos' wing: a naturally projected voice used for command that should be heard by all three.

"HOLD!" he yelled with his hands above his head; one hand towards his allies, the other pointed at Alkor. He walked forward to position between both sides of this fledgling fight; a most dangerous tactic that could very well get him killed.

"I shall handle this! You two, run along!" He yelled at Antherion and Stardust. The real fight was not here, but at the castle. These two were squandering the mission objective to gang up on one person outside of the objective.

He turned his back on the two allies, fully expecting/desiring them to heed his more-so-command-than-suggestion. He faced Alkor and spoke in a more conversational/friendly tone.

"It appears you are embattled enough without having to deal with two force users on corrupted ground. My name is Jack and you are?"

(If I'm upsetting anyone or ruining anything, please let me know so I can make edits before things become derailed.)

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Barkesh North[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Hold the lines, teach the FO about taking vitamins[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies:[/SIZE] [member="[B][COLOR=#d5d5d5][FONT=tahoma][SIZE=10pt]Rebel Sunka"], [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Choli Vyn"], [member="Tsuki Aihara"], [member="Kaida Taldir"][/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: FO, [member="Braith Achlys"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]ß[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]--comin’ for dat booty[/SIZE]

"Well if you didn't want a girl to watch you suit up you just had to say so," she whistled innocently and was already turning to go 'gather up the troops.' Trex was already gone too. One point Mirialan, zero points Broody Pants. She nodded to the elf woman, eyeing her weapons a bit enviously but also with a hint of disapproval. She couldn't help it, that was the healer in her.

If only wars could be won by committees rather than loss of life.

"Name's Taheera. Looks like that's our transport over there," green-chin tipped toward a landing pad. Digging out her comm from her pocket she caught an incoming message. "Rekha Kaarde? Transmitting coordinates now. We're about to take off on a small scouting mission. You're welcome to tag along. Name's Taheera. I'm the green one and you can't miss me."

Closing her eyes, she centered herself for a moment and pushed her senses forward. Chestnut-brows scrunched together. There was definitely something....someone close and dark. Jaw clenched.

Soon.