On the First Day of Christmas, the CIS Gave to Me...[CIS Dominion of Chroma Zed]

[Malok]

Though the words may not have necessarily been aimed at the two members of the Black Watch, they still sounded in the affirmative. After all, at the end of the day, they were soldiers to the very core. Respect and sounding off were two things that were literally drilled into their skulls over the course of many years in the field...so the mercenary cyborg was certainly in for an interesting ride. Despite the fact that there was no plan laid out yet, the pair did not make a sound in questioning this fact either. They trusted that their superior, the Grand Marshal, wouldn't send them on a suicide mission...

Then, the scanners began to sound within the ship; there was a sizeable impact which had occurred at the target area. In particular, a boarding pod had slammed into the Bridge and was obviously unloading its passengers. The team was being assisted by an unknown party, probably Imperial in origin. It was here that the pair spoke up in order to inform their acting superior of this fact.

"Seems like the show's being stolen." commented Biggs.

@[member="Thaddeus Creed"], @[member="Hannibal Oryen"], @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"].

 

[Darth Metus]

With that said, the woman was in the hands of two of the most talented healers in the entire Galaxy. If they couldn't liberate her from the doors of death, then no one could. This was the level of confidence that the Mandalorian had in his dear friend, and her student, and as such he turned his attention to that which the dropships had flown down. Supplies. Food. Water. The vitals for recovering from such terrible treatment. Dar'jetii strode back out of the caverns and began to guide the volunteers who had come along in the distribution of the goods. Of course, when someone begins carrying out food when there wasn't any for quite some time, people begin to rush.

"Stay inside the Cavern, we'll bring everything to you." he said firmly, carrying a box full of water past the wounded woman and her caretakers.

@[member="Feena Mason"], @[member="Emahana"].

 

[Pinda Solthar]

She had been helping the prisoners back into the caves when she was suddenly waved over by @[member="Feena Mason"] at the sound of her name being called. She quickly made her way over to see a chroman; female with terrible wounds amongst her body. She gave a soft smile and nod to her comrade @[member="Dar'jetii"] . This was a serious situation, this particular species had delicate delicate bodies.

They needed to act swiftly in order to ensure this woman's life, she looked over to her mentor as she began to speak. "We work from the inside to the outside. Internal injuries are harder to heal once the flesh had been restored.." Emahana gave her a stern nod, and quickly began examining the wounds more closely, there was evidence that there was excessive blunt trauma, so there would surely be broken bones.

She noticed some left over slime, that they oozed when they were exposed to the sun. "Seems as though she has some broken ribs. But so far I'm not sensing any internal bleeding.." Emahana quickly began the healing process of her broken ribs.

 

[Darth Metus]

As the masters of healing through the Force did their duty, the Mandalorian continued going about his. The first box in his hands was set before the prisoners, opened, and meal packages were handed out alongside water pouches. It only took a matter of seconds for this box to be emptied and Dar'jetii quickly waved over the volunteers. They formed an orderly line and began passing off the boxes to one another, making a chain of support that resulted in a neat, orderly system of getting food and water to those in need. Now, occassionally the Mandalorian would break this chain in order to make sure some of the younglings got away with an extra sweet or two...

And every so often, he'd look back on the pair of healers. He wanted to call out and inquire how things were going, but he knew that was just a distraction. So, he worked. Hard.

@[member="Feena Mason"], @[member="Emahana"].

 

[Sophia Walsh]

Upon receiving her new set of instructions Sophia turned the ship in the direction of the ring carrier where all the madness was. There were enemy ships zooming everywhere and from what she could see they were vastly outnumbered. Everytime a ship went down three more would appear almost out of thin air. It was no matter, Sophia had been in worse situations with a lot less room to maneuver in. This would be just like back in the good old days. The target was the ring carrier which was what she was aiming for. The enemy fighters around her were just fluff really trying to get her off target.

On her right side she could see a couple of enemy ships headed her way so for now at least she would veer off track to take care of some pest. She had the other four that were with her stay on target. Sophia had this one covered. As she headed their direction Sophia pulled up on the controls to avoid the blasts just as she was about to nose dive back down to get them she noticed that they had followed her. They were on her tail as of right now but she was working on shaking them off.

 

[Feena]

The hand on the females forehead started to glow a faint blue. She was hearing what her student was saying, but she did not respond. She was concentrating now. Cell by cell, repairing damage that should not be fixable. It was like turning back time. It was impossible. But healers could do it. Sometimes really skilled healers could hold the dead in place long enough to revive them.
Sometimes.
The girl was slipping and Feena had to hang on really tight. It was like when she had to heal the Grand Marshal.

"What else do you see?" Feena asked after a very long time, she didn;t move an inch, her voice was barely audible, "Concentrate on what you see. With your soul, with your heart. Do not look with eyes. They will fool you."

 

[Darth Metus]

With two of the assailants down, Josiah battled his way into what would have been the main hall of the Jedi Temple. It was here that he decided to back off and lure the combatants into one of the adjoining corridors, so that he may draw them into one-on-one battles. Through this, though the enemy had superior numbers, the young Master would be able to emerge victorious. This tactic began to prove benefitial as he stepped back and back along the corridor he had selected, battling against and felling his opponents through his superior focus. By his estimation, these were little more than Apprentice-level combatants with minimal formal training...

@[member="Krag"].

 

[Malok]

Above, the Grand Marshal marvelled at the exceptional display of piloting skills presented by Captain Walsh. However, the enemy fighters that plagued her were a constant distraction from the objective he had given her to perform. As such, he was going to do his part in order to clear the skies for her. Issuing an order to a handful of the armored mechs, in addition to some of the artillery that accompanied the droid army, a relentless, yet precise, flurry of anti-air fire was unleashed upon her enemies. It was a volley timed with a droid's precision so that Captain Walsh would be absolutely clear of harm's way as the blasts were fired. The tactic worked, with immense success, and now the Captain would be able to unleash proper hell on the enemies pouring out of the Lucrehulk below.

@[member="Sophia Walsh"].

 

[Vendir]

When the transport ship landed Vendir stepped out last. Not because he was slow or being polite, because he wasn't that polite. But he just couldn't get past the other Sith. He scanned the landscape. Not a remarkable planet. He looked at the transport ship as it lifted off then Back to the landscape. Spotting the Jedi on it Vendir took out his lightsaber and turned on his left gauntlet lightsaber. A Templar spoke up. But the Jedi didn't listen they Drew their lightsabers and turned them on. Vendir looked at them and chuckled. He hadn't fought this many people in a while. Not that he would be fighting them alone. Nor did he so long ago.

 

[Darth Metus]

There was little more the Mandalorian could do, save listen to the healing process being exchanged by the two women. It was fascinating to listen to, but he knew it was something he would probably never learn. While it was useful, it was his opinion that he would wield the Force akin to a weapon; and utilize it to protect...and fell any and all enemies who dared oppose him. With these thoughts clouding his mind, he continued to pass along box after box, rendering aid to those who needed it. As each package passed him by, he felt a small hint of satisfaction. Despite being an Apprentice of the Sith, he was doing considerable good.

And that was something he approved of.

@[member="Feena Mason"], @[member="Emahana"].

 

[Sophia Walsh]

Pulling out the fancy moves Sophia did a few fancy circle tricks in the air before spinning her ship back around to face the two enemy ships that had ended up following her. Lining up her target she pulled the trigger to send a few shots in there general direction. She connected with one of them sending him out of control and luckily into the other one whom she had been gunning for next. Now that Sophia was free from enemy fighters for now Sophia could go back to focusing on the her target once again. Swinging back around Sophia looked to hook back up with her guys whom she found busy with enemy fighters of their own which was't surprising. These guys were everywhere. There had to be a way to sneak past them.

Below her Sophia could see ships pouring out. They would never get anywhere with all of those thing in their way. There had to be a way to stop it so they would be able to concentrate on their target. Nobody ever said any of this was going to be easy. Heading downward she headed right into the fray of it which to most would probably look like suicide. It wasn't long before she was noticed and had to begin dodging blaster fire left and right. She herself was of course shooting right back.

@[member="Genesis Rostu"]

 

[Kara Avoyos]

Duck. Parry. Decapitate. Duck. Parry Decapitate. The rhythm of battle was frantic, but predictable: two guys tried to kill each other until one died, repeat until you ran out of guys. The winning side was the one with the most people who still had their heads. Well, unless the fight was over something specific, like an all powerful bauble. If that was the case then the winner was the one with the bauble. Just like capture the flag, but with more death.

In this case, the Templars were going for a bauble and things seemed to be going well enough. She and Josiah still had their heads at least. A lot of Dark Jedi could not say the same. The blonde ducked as a particularly large beast of a force user swung a saberpike at her head. The bute held out his hand, as if to do some powerful act of force awesomeness, but was interupped when her blade sliced off his hand.

"Defense first, theatrics later." Kara chided as she shoved the business end of her lightsaber into his internal organs.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

Krag snarled, he solemnly wished that he had been sent to kill a true force-user and not these weaklings that stood before him. With a simple thrust of his arm, Krag sent a stream of fire from his hand. The force flames shot through the air and struck a nearby apprentice, knocking him off his feet and throwing him backwards and tumbling across the floor. Krag then called his lightsaber to his hand, igniting it just in time to defend against an oncoming strike. With little effort, Krag pushed the apprentice back and swung the blade in a diagonal line across his chest. The cut was deep and cut straight though and through the man's entire body, leaving him as two seperate pieces upon the floor.

 

[Pinda Solthar]

Emahana had her eyes closed. As she was slowly repairing the damage to this woman's upper body, she was utilizing the force to inspect other parts of the helpless prisoner. She wasn't getting a read on anything other than bruised bones, and quickened heart beat of the patient who had obviously suffered some psychological damage; not helping the fact that she was also scared.

She wasn't getting a read on anything internal that couldn't be heal with time, but there was so much work on the exterior of the body. Wounds needed to be treated, and closed to stop the continuos flow of blood. She turned her head slightly to call for the aid of her comrade. @[member="Dar'jetii"]. "Could you please bring me a first aid kit, we have to get these wounds cleaned, and closed to prevent further damage." She said calmly.

She hadn't taken complete attention away from the fact that she was healing broken ribs, they seemed to be coming along rather well, but that doesn't mean something couldn't go wrong.

@[member="Feena Mason"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra wiped the blood of her mask with her sleeve. Only four were sent after her, pitiful, and weak untrained mercenaries at that compared to the sith and trained troops of the Empire. How this warlord even considered a threat, she did not understand. Looking back at the mangled drop ship she was happy the transport area had been reinforce, otherwise she would be unconscious, crippled, or dead.

She sighed and curled her fingers around the sabers, and headed down the hall. Dispatching the two and three man squads every so often that she met as she made her wait to the central computer located in the center of the the coreship. Likely most of the trained guards were with the hutt anyways, the fat, greasy, greedy, disgusting, and deceitful tubs of lard were so stupid sometimes.

 

[Feena]

As the girl worked on the body, Feena had her work cut out for her healing the mind. She had the task of keeping her here, keeping her alive and keeping her sane. Any healer could heal the body, but calling out the the soul... that was hard.

Stay. We aren't ready to let you go yet.

On the outside, her breathing was steady, but Feena could already feel the strain on her already weak body. Do this too much, too often, and she might very well kill herself. And the baby with her.
Thank the force for @[member="Emahana"]. She would have much more trouble trying to heal the body like this too.

There was something though, that Feena herself almost didn't notice. Had Emahana noticed? A broken rib was not much to fix, but the way this was broken in a very peculiar angle. If nobody did anything, it might press into a lung. And the quickened heart rate did nothing good for their efforts either.

Hush now. Be calm. You are home. You are safe. Your friends are with you. It was all a bad dream.

If she could trick the mind, perhaps she could trick the body too. Perhaps she could calm that beating heart some.

"Watch the ribs," she warned quietly, "Careful, careful..."

 

[Trevin Neros]

Fighting was nothing new to Trevin, but battling force users was something he could not say he had done before, so the nervousness that washed over him as he unsheathed his blade and looked upon the dark Jedi was very real. His sweaty palms clutched the blade in his hands so tightly he feared it was going to just slip from his grasp. He knew that the feeling of fear was something he needed to push aside and try and ignore, but the stakes were real and right in front of him, and this was his first time fighting as a Templar. He felt as if his training had just begun and he was already being thrust into a situation like this where he had a high chance of not returning. The only thing that kept his spirits high was the nature of his mentor, Josiah, as he boldly faced the dark Jedi with no fear. His steadfastness in the face of danger was inspiring and Trevin slowly felt his morale start to rise.

As he engaged the first Jedi, his blade instinctively shot up to parry an attack, so far so good. Remember the training, it was a mantra he was preaching over and over again in his head, and it seemed to be working. He let his body do the work, the force flowing through him, it wasn't quite instinctive yet but he was holding his own. As he stood his ground, the lightsaber came slashing down at him, and Trevin saw an opening. Rushing forward, he clutched the wrist of the Jedi and lifted his arm high into the air and stabbed his blade deep into the stomach of the man. Twisting the blade, he ripped it from his stomach, releasing his hold on the mans wrist and watching the lightsaber fall from his hands.

He did not have time to notice that he had just taken a life, it was not like he had never seen it before, he had been around it for the bulk of his young life. Though, the difference this time was, he was the one doing the killing. Ignoring the image of the man's death in his head, he turned and put his blade up, stopping the attack of another from behind. The battle would be long and he was not looking forward to it, but he had a job, and he could not let down the man he had promised to protect and serve.

@[member="Josiah Denko"]

 

[Vendir]

Vendir didn't remember who fell first or what side they were on. But Vendir didn't care because he was, as some would say it, in the zone. He had sliced through another enemy. One came from his side to cut him down only to have Vendir's wrist lightsaber stabbed into his stomach "are any of you worthy of being killed by me!" He yelled. He ment it too. None of them were any good. Not compared to him anyway. He picked up one of them then pulled thgdark jedi towards himself to stab him with his lightsaber.

@[member="Trevin Neros"]@Krag@Josiah Denko

 

[Malok]

With the initial breach the definition of shock and awe, the shuttle containing the remainder of the Infiltration team made an approach of a similar nature. It's blaster cannons opened fire and rent a hole in the Core Ship, and it was through this makeshift entrance that the shuttle was able to deposit its occupants safely upon the Bridge of the vessel. It was here that the pair of comrades split up. Biggs focused on assisting the wielder of the Force and the Imperials who had already arrived, while Wedge focused on finding the nearest terminal in order to access its databanks.

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"].

 

[Darth Metus]

When the last box of goods was passed along by the Mandalorian, the woman known as Emahana had made a request of him. They required a first aid kit so that they may clean and close the wounds on the woman's body. "Yeah, of course, one second." came his response, and he straightway set about rummaging through one of the incoming boxes for the requested kit. With that done, he crouched beside the women, opened up the tin box, and offered the tools to Emahana. "Here you go, keep up the good work." he said with a nod, before striding off to continue the work of passing along the boxes. He couldn't stop now, not when there were so many to take care of.

@[member="Emahana"], @[member="Feena Mason"].