One Sith vs. Galactic Republic: Invasion of Togoria (Dueling Thread)

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOrXKiSy8ZY​

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Location: Somewhere, Caross
Allies:

• [member="Darth Prazutis"]

Enemies:

• [member="Elaine Thul"]
• [member="Aedan Miles"]

Duel: Private
Gear:

• Tyrant Armor
• Shuk'orok
• Primordial Signet Ring
• Sith Lightsaber #1
• Sith Lightsaber #2

The opposing sides collided with a tumultuous roar as formations gave way, and the battle devolved into a frenzied melee. But despite the loss of formation the Blackblade Pikemen still had their discipline hammered into them by arduous and rigid training, and they were able hold their own against the blaster fire, bayonets, and frag grenades of the enemy. Some died, as was to be expected, but it seemed like that every time a Blackblade fell to the ground he landed atop a pile of those he had slain before being hacked to bits himself. Their extended reach gave them an edge against the bayonets of the enemy, and their large shields allowed them to block enemy fire and to even bowl over enemy troops that had gotten a little too close for comfort and leaving them writhing on the ground, vulnerable to a powerful thrust by the Blackblade.

But while the Pikemen took part in the vicious melee, the rest of the battalion remained resolute in formation with their energy shields raised to deflect any stray or deliberate shots that came their way. Several rows of Guardsman stood between the melee and the rear guard, which had begun setting up several light artillery tubes which would allow them to harass the enemy lines from afar with rolling waves of artillery strike after artillery strike from behind the assault companies that stood between them and the enemy. While this tactic would most definitely put their own Pikemen into the line of fire, they were all willing to kill and be killed for the glory of their Lord and the ideals that he embodied.

Speaking of their Lord; Vornskr was currently en route to seek out and destroy whatever individual had dared to leave himself exposed, whether he be insanely brave of unfathomably foolhardy was neither here nor there. Vornskr's bloodlust bubbled deep in his gut, and he was enraptured with a fierce desire to sate it whatever the cost, but he knew that the flesh of the enemy was much more enticing to carve into than the flesh of those who fought for him with loyalty unwavering. The nexus of Dark Side energy that he had played a part in creating now fed on the deaths being inflicted on both sides, and the skies grew darker as more blood was shed upon the rotten soil and the decrepit stone. Finally both he and his protégé would near the courtyard where the presence of the infidel was felt, and wave a simple gesture of the hand he commanded that Braxus take the high ground while he remained on the ground.

And with the arrogance of a fallen god he entered the courtyard, making no effort to hide himself from view or the sight of the Force, the Dark Side rolling off of him like tidal waves of malice that rippled through the ethereal.

"I have come."

 

[Darth Prazutis]

[media]https://youtu.be/rsAH53qCO5U[/media]​

Location: Somewhere, Caross
Duel: Private
Allies:
· The One Sith
· [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies:
· Galactic Republic
· [member="Elaine Thul"]
· [member="Aedan Miles"]
Gear:
· Modified Battle Armor
· Cortosis Gauntlets
· Hearteater
· Sith Lightsaber #1
· Sith Lightsaber #2
· Valthris
· Primeval Signet Ring

As the two armored titans walked through the city in ruins the amount of carnage the Blackblade Guard had wrought, the holographic imagery just didn’t do it justice. A darkness descended over Caross the skies dark as pitch from the thick black smoke spilling upward. The city was lit up in a beautiful shade of orange as the fires burned away, occasionally entire streets enveloped in flame. The smell of burning flesh soon became heavy as bodies strung out in the streets, splayed on wooden boards by the invading enemy became fuel for the raging inferno. The eerie silence was broken by a symphony of slaughter in the distance, battalions of the dark armored champions of Clan Zambrano, loyal soldiers of the Butcher-King fought relentlessly against their attacking opponents.

The sounds of distant battle and the sweet feeling of life being snuffed out only brought a small token amount of relief to sate the bloodlust burning inside Prazutis. To see battle rage around him was one thing, but to carve into the flesh of those who stood against them was another. Their loyal soldiers if commanded would have readily provided a fix for the hunger within him, such was their sense of obedience. But he had learned long ago from his master that carving into the flesh of your pious opponents and seeing the light fade from their eyes was a different experience entirely. Right before the light faded the look every being had on their face was one of ultimate defeat for you had taken from them the most precious gift of all: life.

Prazutis constantly tracked the presence of whoever dared to stand out in the open and challenge them, whether his actions were brave or incredibly foolish had yet to be determined. While they could not hide their life essence from his unique senses, they still made no attempt at hiding their signature in the force. They didn’t even move much if at all from a courtyard just up ahead. Whoever it was wielded the dark side they were no jedi, and they were ready for a fight. The dark side rolled off of the two titanic Sith like a blackened fog, like waves of hatred and powerful auras of uneasiness. It coursed through their very veins, both Zambrano’s were gifted with the Empowerment from [member="Soeht"] and it would come in use during this confrontation.

As they closed in on the courtyard Prazutis gave a look over at Vornskr, a silent question how his master wanted to approach this encounter. All it took was the wave of a hand, a brief look and Prazutis immediately branched off towards the side. Both master and apprentice were on the same page, and they fought together for a long time. Vornskr was going straight in for whoever was coming, while Prazutis would take the high ground. Hopefully the individual was focused in on Vornskr which would give him the element of surprise in hitting him from the side. There was another presence wrapped in darkness further away, but closing in fast. If luck was on their side they’d destroy these interlopers one by one, or if not they’d each take one. Prazutis took to the high ground as Vornskr announced his presence, stalking around for his target.

 

[Gorteko Graye]

Location: behind enemy lines in an urban environment (dusk)
Enemy's:[member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Cynthia Garon"] aprox 750 meters away
Allies: [member="Harley"]
Equipment: in bio

"So, not much of a talker then." Gorteko said to himself as all of his allies began to run by him towards their current targets. 'So, here I stand, to decide whether to help or watch. While the original order was to wait for them to be incapable of finishing the mission, it doesn't make sense to allow them suffering if my help can prevent it. So do I follow and intervene, or simply go continue the mission while they deal with the targets? There is one option that seems to stand out as the best course of action. Perhaps I should discuss this with her, see what she thinks.' The man would then begin to run following and eventually catching up with the guards and then [member="Harley"], though it took him longer to get there than her as he wasn't amplifying his speed through the force as she was. As he approached he would try to speak to her once more, "Harley is it? That's what the brief said at least, a pleasure to meet you; I'm your support." His voice was soft enough that no one outside of the two could hear the conversation. "As it seems that our targets are the only opposition in the area, don't you believe it'd be best to send your friends here to go complete the mission while we take care of the enemies? Swift victory and all."

 

[Keira Priest]

Music
Location: Research facility
Objective: Make a new friend
Allies: GR
Enemies: [member="Aver Brand"], OS
Duel: Public
Gear: In signature

The best thing about a battlefield - and Keira had decided this quite some time ago - was that it was never truly silent. There was always something with which to occupy one's time, even if those brief encounters were of the abruptly violent and oftentimes deadly sort. Taking life was a matter she had adjusted to rather quickly, and it was of no consequence to her, doubly so if those who fell were affiliated with the Sith or those others dubbed enemy. And so she had cut her way through a miscellaneous amount of troopers, leaving nothing more than another few corpses in her wake. For better or worse death came easy, and it felt good to stretch her legs, so to speak, after sticking to such small-scale fights for so long.

Eventually she had neared what passed for the fringes of the battlefield, having caught glimpse of some kind of building complex. Shrugging off the tides of battle momentarily she made progress towards it, systematically returning her weaponry where it belonged so she was figuratively unarmed, everything well within reach should things take a turn. As the structure slowly came into sight she saw the beginnings of ruin taking their tole, foliage having already reclaimed what had been lost in certain portions, walls having crumbled in other areas. All in all it was something that would have gone relatively unnoticed by most everyone present, and had she not been looking in some manner for a worthwhile opponent, she would have passed it over.

Then she noticed the crashed ship in one of the gardens, its hull still blackened, the door that appeared to have been rather forcibly removed laying in the grass. Not an unusual sight given what was currently transpiring, but she was focused only on the meaning inherent: she wasn't alone. Company in these parts meant a fight, and she gathered her wits about herself for another round. Combat was where she excelled, the only facet of life in which she could say with certainty she held some kind of expertise. One didn't cause so much death without becoming rather well-versed in the art, and her adoption into the Mandalorians hadn't hurt things either. This was, in some instances throughout her life, what she lived for.

And so the hunt began. "The crashed vessel hasn't been here long. Whoever was aboard is likely nearby." The guidance of the AI was only half-acknowledged as she reached out through the Force, a smile cracking on her face as she sensed someone nearby, their strength comparable with her own. "They're nearby, yeah. Only question is where." It was safe to say the last thing she expected to find as the origin of the signature was a supposed Republic soldier, and for a moment she was given pause. Rarely did her instinct lie, and so she would approach with some caution. There were certain times she preferred to exercise some kind of common sense, however rare they were. "Soldier."

 

[Aver Brand]

Location: Research facility
Objective: Get some fresh air
Allies: [member="Loray Tares"] | OS
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | GR
Collateral damage/Innocent bystanders: [member="Iestyn Nova"] | [member="Veronika Nova"]
Gear in bio
Public

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOnSh3QlpbQ​

The room she ended up stopping in was different than the rest in that it had power. Nothing impressive, mind you – Aver suspected it was some old backup generator at work – but the flickering tube lights gave off just enough of that haunted facility vibe to instill a pleasant itch in her bones.

She was poking around a terminal to see what functions it had retained when a distinctly alien tingle ran down her spine. It had nothing to do with the shard of Reverance stuck there (for a change), and instead originated in an innate ability that had gone largely unused for so long Aver had forgotten what it even felt like. On instinct, the woman whispered to the current running just beneath her skin, drawing it closer to the surface even as the unknown entity closed in.

A Forcer in dark armor came through the sliding door a moment later, and was faced with Aver’s apparently oblivious back. Being an avid user of a single piece of Mando technology – the pineal eye sensor–- she was anything but; the firrereo was, in fact, incredibly aware of every minute movement the new arrival made. Since she wasn’t being choked or sliced with a lightsaber yet, the mercenary could safely assume the stranger was an ally of the Republic.

Fantastic.

The would-be Republic soldier made sure she startled just the right amount when the voice cut over the incessant buzz of a dying lightbulb. But when she registered its tone and timbre, a distant bell rang in her head. Something… familiar.

Slowly, the masquerading warrior turned on the spot, unwilling to provoke any panicked attacks. She still had the advantage of surprise, if only a tenuous one. Any wrong move, and this would spiral out of control very fast.

“Ma’am.”

Then her left palm jerked forward in a swift, short motion, releasing the energy she’d been cradling in her hand since her foe’s presence had first brushed up against her own. Nothing meant to sent the enemy careening through five walls (though, admittedly, the structure looked destitute enough to allow for that) but rather to throw her back into a boulder resting rather peacefully in an overgrown patch of greenery back in the main room.

And if the Jedi bounced back, which is what they usually did, nimble as they were, Aver would cheerfully slam the thick durasteel doors closed in her face, relishing the sound a human body makes when it meets materials that simply won’t yield.

Sounds something like splat.

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Streets of Caross
Objective: Slaughter the Republic Defence Forces.
Enemies: [member="Arisa Yune"]
Duel: Private
Gear:

Spoiler

Einarr Warscream - Sith Armor (sig); Sith Axe (sig; [x]); Sith Sword (sig; [x]); Red lightsaber hidden on the inner side of his belt

Warsrceam's Nine - Phrik-plated armor; 9x DWS ; 9x Wrist Charric ; 1x Blastercannon ; 9x Paragon-class Personal Shields ; 6x Under-barrel disruptors ; 3x Under-barrel sonic blaster ; 5x Vibro-ax; 4x Vibroswords ; 12x - Thermal Detonators

Einarr and his Eight fearsome Valkyri marched cautiously in a half circle formation through the empty street on Caross, a rather smaller street. The Sith was the focal point of the formation, his senses strained to every possible movement. Only background noise of explosion and fire from other parts of the city where combat between the Galactic Republic and the One Sith took place.

"We've got no contact up ahead, Einarr. We are pushing quite deep as far as I could tell." Hakon returned from scouting what was up ahead.

"Focus on sweeping up anything we see, that is all. More importantly, be very very cautious." Einarr ordered seriously and the rest nodded as Hakon went back to his position.

"Aye, it's too calm. Calm, like, before the storm. Watch yourselves, Valkyri." Hjalmarr nodded as the group proceeded forward.

The Sith raised his hand abruptly halting them to a stop and everyone raised their weapons looking for the threat, yet they could see none.

Einarr looked around, a twitch in the Force had made him stop. He looked to the sky and frowned. Nothing. His fingers twitched on his axe and out of caution he took the Sith Sword from his back. The Nine looked at each other, they knew Einarr used the sword only in dire situations. They proceeded onwards after the Sith dropped his hand and moved onward.

 

[Dimitri Vargas]

Location: Urban area in Caross.
Objective: Looking for opponent
Duel: Open (for padawan and equivalent)
Allies:
· The One Sith
Enemies:
· Galactic Republic
Gear:
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/77422-one-sith-infantry-armour/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/36019-infantry-blaster/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/81244-gs-grenade/
Lightsaber

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There was no hiding. There was no running when the Titan Battalion came to play. Dimitri’s fire team joined a host of others, who surged through the city like a violent storm. Buildings were leveled as they carved their way towards the heart of a city that had long since lost its splendor. It was a shame that Dimitri was adding to its destruction, but this wasn’t a time for lament. It was a time to grab glory. Promotions were on the line. His future was at stake.

“Vargas. Porter. Thatcher. With me.”

Dimitri followed his NCO without question. He didn’t know much about Sergeant Brodix, but Brodix had an air around him that Dimitri could trust.

“Keep your head on a swivel.”

“Watch the rooftops.”

He said things that Dimitri would have said if he was in charge. The thought made him chuckle. He reflected back on the days when he led a mercenary company under the direction of the Jackal and made a name for himself. World Eater, they had called him. Monster, they would grimace. But no one in this part of the galaxy knew who he was. No one knew of all the things he had accomplished.

His eyes went to the lightsaber that was attached to his armor, and he knew had work to do. There was a legend to create. There was a power base to build.

“Vargas, pay the **** attention!”

Dimitri was startled out of his thoughts by a sudden barrage of gunfire from the rooftops. He quickly hid behind cover, and cracked a smile at the pockets of resistance that were still going on strong throughout the city. This was how the Galactic Republic should be, he thought. Fighting to the end. Fighting to the last breath. Giving cue that the Sith couldn’t just have their way with the galaxy, there would be consequences.

Dimitri truly saluted them in his heart as he mutilated their bodies with return fire. There were no tears. There was no sadness. There was only joy that he could be the one to take their lives instead of the lowly sith that were around them.

It was the war-weary people of Loghos, who initially drove Dimitri to seek out a greater power. And now it wasn’t just Loghos, Dimitri wanted to get stronger for the sake of everyone; the umbrella of protection that he wanted to provide had to be far-reaching.

What did the sith know about that type of responsibility? What did they know about that type of weight?

Dimitri gritted his teeth and steeled his resolve even further.

It had to be today. It had to be today that he got noticed. His clenched his fist and prayed that opportunity would find his doorstep. He didn’t have time to wait. He didn’t have time to play the long game.

He needed to shoot up the ranks fast, and killing a Jedi or capturing a big name was the quickest way.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: PVP district
Objective: Stomp Sith out in style.
Gear: Armor, Hush, wrist guns x2 Machine gun
Allies: Republic
Enemies: OS [member="Haytham Kaze"]

The machine gun was mainly there to take care of underlings that were brought along and now that they were dealt with the machine gun had served its purpose, now it had one more and that was to shield Blonde from incoming disruptor shots. The woman would use the traversing arm and lift the gun up to take the hit vaporizing the Durateel and ruining the gun.

Once it was done the woman used the power suit to rip the chest piece and arm off her body to let the gun slag on the sidewalk. Thankfully the ammo clip wasn't hit or there would of been a real problem. And since the gun was destroyed she had more mobility and freedom to go and commit more murder.

Raising up her wrists the two slug throwers cocked and the safeties were off. Reaching behind her back she pulled hush and started to walk towards where the sith had gone with one arm raised at the sith firing off more automatic slug rounds as she walked forward to keep him suppressed.

"I GAVE YOU A CHANCE!!" The woman said as she stomped closer to the sith who simply wanted to run and hide.

This was a fight, not a game of hide and seek. Cat and mouse at its finest and today the cat was going to have herself a feast on that little rat's broken body once they got in and pinned them down.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Location: Somewhere in the city streets, waiting for a dancing partner
Duel status: Public, single and ready to mingle
Allies: The republic, in theory
Enemies: The One Sith, if any of them show up.
Request line: [member="Jack Mirrikh"]
Gear: Mentioned in first post

[youtube]https://youtu.be/7XVWR-5fiG0[/youtube]





Come on, can you fight for one day?
This battle might not be won
But how long should it take a champion
To realize what could be done?


Cause we know, that, there's got to be another glory
Cracking knuckles and trying to stride,
And I'm, the sage of a forgotten history,
Master of a fist that couldn't be begin to hide!


Now I've seen my share of invasions
And I've fought in more than one,
But how long should a situation
Have to move to keep it fun?


Cause I know there's got be another reason
As I walk along these streets,
Are Sith convinced that it'd be treason
To fight the spell of an oracle, the oracle....
The oracle, Uh-huh



I'm the oracle,
I'm the oracle,
Can you break the spell of the Oracle?


Because as death all rains down
The dead like to know when
When they return underground.


I'm just an oracle
I'm just an oracle


Yeah I know my force sight's seen another vision
And it's closer to the truth again
And I'm certain it's a poor decision
Can you break the spell of the Oracle, the Oracle?


"I'm just the oracle..."




The blind monk mused to himself,
Looking like a faded book on the shelf.
He wandered these streets as if begging for a chance,
Engaging friends an enemies in a wild lethal dance.


There was no shot, through this zone
Just the smell of fresh ozone
As the skies were ionized by his enemies arrival
Spirits in his gourd and power in a horde,
He awaited to see who would be a good rival.



If the Jedi fought for justice, and Sith went for power,
He sough after strength, putting hour after hour,
Body trained like a weapon, oracular skills notwithstanding,
Lettign him alone on a battlefield was basically handing


An unchallenged victory to a maniac in silk robes,
Did they fear him so much
That he'd traverse alone on these globes?


Each planet,
Sith damn it,

And life begins to vanish,
But his ritual tempering should make certain folks mindful of magic,
Because the straw-hatted librarian 's laughter is manic,
There's a glint in his mind's eye beneath the fething blindfold,
As if he could hold the force itself in a chokehold,
What was he hiding, what lunatic plan was he abiding,



I'll treat every song as prompt while you keep on not fighting,
Cause I'm a warrior poet, and next to you I'm greased lightning,
You're all slower than mud, I'm the fastest thing on two feet,
Check your rookie's HUD, cause the stats show I've got you beat!


I'm unafraid of of the newest motion while you all dare to take this.
So please try to epitomize your darksider greatness,
I balance light and dark like a coin spinning on tightrope,
You best run and hide if you think that can't cope,


No miltary, no commissary, no moff moves gonna stop me,
You think you've got surprises, then come on--shock me,







I gonna hafta take away the weapons that you move with, raise a little anarchy inside the world you do with,
Army of the ghosts gonna remember what the Sith did,
I don't even need ta rhyme it when the demon's wanna kriff this!


I ain't the villain or the hero in this story,
Seeking to further the galaxy's own glory.
I'm the ghastly oracle whose audacity is unequaled
Tried to kill me on Druckenwell, now I'm back for a sequel,
I'm gonna correct more courses than I did when they called me Professor,
I'm gonna bring your sins to your doorstep, so can call me Confessor,
But I think you should get on your knees and show some deference
Cause I'm about to give you a religious experience!

 

[Elaine Thul]

Objective: Charggeeee
Allies: [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemy: [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Gear: Light saber, H.T.E. Dueling Armour

As her troops fought against the pike man, she could sense one them getting closer to her. The where force user was back there, and she had to get to them.She used force push against the shield wall, and then pushed at them. Her hart skipped a beat as she did as the guards fell back, she then charged through cutting a path as she did. Soon she could sense them near by, she was not sure where they were, but they where here. She need help to win this fight, as blackblade guard began getting cut down. She knew in her hart unless she faced there generals though, they would not win in the end. So she decide to cal them out, Sith Scum face me if you Dare. She hated them more than life it self, she no qualms about facing them who ever they where. As she shouted, a pike man jabbed at her, she cut his pike in half, then removed his head. Though a few more died as they began to regroup...........

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Location: Riverside, near large engagement
Enemies: [member="Darth Rapax"], [member="Veptus Shravus"], [member="Krayzen Dratos"]
Allies: [member="Léon"]
Side: Galactic Republic
Duel: Public
Gear:
HAED-L Slugthrower Rifle, CAS – 6 Heavy Armour, Deflector Shield, X-60 Happy Boomer, Ethylene oxide canister from the A-1500 Thermobaric Bomb

The drop ship neared the ground with every second. This would not be an elegant or even a deliberate landing. Instead, two of the engines had been torn apart by AA fire which has presumably originated from the approaching One Sith forces. This result was expected by the Major. Flying over an open battlefield would seem like a suicide mission to many, but it was necessary for the task he had been assigned to. The mission was to recover an undetonated A-1500 Thermobaric Bomb which has been dropped by the Republic early on in the battle. It's failed detonation meant that it's technology could've been recovered and copied by enemy forces. This couldn't be allowed to happen, so Jaccer Ramirez and a team of Republic soldiers fought throw the front line to retrieve this device. The mission had gone successfully, apart from now the dropship along with the bomb was about to crash.

Surprisingly, upon impacted neither the bomb or the dropship exploded, instead, the crew were launched forward into the cargo space and ended up in a pile on the far end. The impact was severe but it seemed that all the soldiers had survived with minimum injuries. As Jaccer clambered to his feet in the on the slanted floor of the ship he would speak to his soldiers, "Get up, we need to get back to the Republic line before we get overrun." It was no secret that the One Sith were rapidly closing in on their position and the Major didn't want to be here when they arrived. "Let's get a move on."

As he left the dropship's cargo bay, the officer would remove the Ethylene oxide canister from the A-1500 Thermobaric Bomb and equip it to his person via a loose sling. This chemical agent was too dangerous to be left in the wreckage, especially as the weapon was still triggered to explode in less than ten minutes. Whilst making their way across the open battlefield, heading towards the Galactic Republic line, Jaccer would notice a fight occurring in the distance. However, this was no ordinary fight; it would seem that one of them, who he assumed was fighting alongside the Republic, was being attacked by three opponents. He didn't know the soldier being attacked, perhaps he was a mercenary? But it didn't matter, as a soldier Jaccer never appreciated an unfair fight. "Carry on without me." He would order his men before heading towards the fight.

Sprinting towards the four fighting men, Jaccer would fire his rifle in short bursts at the armoured mercenary wielding a sniper rifle ([member="Veptus Shravus"]) Due to his running, the trained soldier's shots were inaccurate but still close enough to grab the attention of his target.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Research facility
Objective: Make a new friend
Allies: GR
Enemies: [member="Aver Brand"], OS
Duel: Public
Gear: In signature

Chit. It wasn't as if Keira had been expecting to encounter your average trooper, and she had been on edge from the second she set foot through the doorway for that very reason. Still, she was unbalanced and knocked backwards by that split-second attack, instinct saving her the trouble of broken bones as she cushioned her impact with the boulder via the Force. Regardless of that precaution her breath was still knocked from her, and it took a few seconds for that stun to completely wear off, and yet another moment or two more until she was able to draw breath evenly. These minor inconveniences were far preferable to suffering something akin to a broken back, and she reminded herself to count the small blessings she was granted, for they would be in short supply.

There was something vaguely familiar about this false soldier, a slight tremor in the Force that wouldn't quite let her regard this as just another standoff between what she supposed was some kind of good and evil, though neither of them really fit the part. And something told her she had been recognized in some way as well, but she forced herself to stow those thoughts away for later. Now was the time for quick thinking, and she drew her strength down into her core, the muscles of her jaw working slowly. And just as the other woman had done she released her power in a concentrated burst that cracked like a gunshot, one that would reap the same effects of her opponents first attack. Telekinetics were, after all, her specialty.

No weaponry was brought to bear just yet, though she reminded herself in the seconds following her own strike just where everything remained on her person, flexing the fingers of her cybernetic arm, the limb serving as a veritable weapon by itself, what with the modifications that had been imposed upon it. This was the calm before the storm, a slow pace that would soon build up into something undeniably and explosively destructive, and it was that she was waiting for. Every fight began as a steady burn, but only a few achieved the roaring inferno.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: Togorian Wilderness
Duel: Private
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Alyona Volkovna"]
Gear:

Spoiler

Armour: Assassin Armour (Appearance)
Weapons: List of Weapons in Bio

The Hunt. Predator and Prey. These were one of the few core ideals of the Zabrak species, more specifically the Iridonian race of them, those that stuck to the core ideals of their ancestors and refused to allow the spirits to weaken by luxuriating in the comfort of high walls and sheltered lives, separated from the harsh cut of a strong wind and the grinding of loose sands beneath a harsh sun, a brutal environment that forced those that lived within its bosom to struggle to survive. It was within that struggle to live, to fight against the very nature of the desert planet, that the ideals of Predator and Prey, of a Hunt, were born out.

On Iridonia, to the Nomad Clans, hunting was vital to survival, to chase, the tracking, the kill of the many dangerous beasts that thrived within the overheating deserts was what ensured that the Clans, kin and blood, would survive to live another day, the very few plants that managed to brave the brutal environment were poisonous in some form out another, providing little to now nutrients; the crops that did provide needed nutrients were scarce and were considered delicacies. As such, it was only the meat of the kills that ensured the Clan would continue to survive and walk in the path of the Ancestors. However, even then, the Hunt meant more the the Iridonians, representing a sacred tradition passed down from father to son, mother to daughter. It was on the Zabraks first hunt after passing the Res'selenoren that they would no longer be considered young kep, no matter what their actual age was, and would be embraced into the Clan as adults, allowed to seek their mates, their families, and pass on their blood from proving its strength.

With all of the traditions and respect that was tied up with the very ideal of a Hunt, of Predators pursuing Prey, it wasn't unexpected that even for Xavka, who had long since severed his ties to his previous Clan, Uigin, as well as to the planet he had spent his formative years on, just the prospect of a Hunt still whispered seductively to the feral part of his mind, tempting him to loose himself to the thrill and blood-lust, to cast aside his sentience and descend into becoming an animalistic predator to bask more so in the chase and kill. So, as Xavka waited, frozen in place in anticipation, with his single eye gleaming in a primal desire for blood shed, adrenaline shooting through his veins, his twin hearts pounding, the scarred Zabrak sunk into the heady feeling of a Hunt; loosing a spark of his sentience, becoming just a step closer to being more beast than man, as he did so.

Xavka had obsessively tracked his Prey through the Force, passively observing as he followed their trek through the recovering undergrowth of what had once been a thriving and mighty forest, but now he no longer needed to do so. His advanced hearing (when compared to a human), a trait that all Zabrak shared, had long since caught sound of his Prey, the soft crunch as their footsteps compressed the ash beneath their feet, the feint snaps of twigs that they pressed their weight onto, all of it was revealed to his keen hearing. His nose had since picked up the Prey's scent, one that was gently carried on the soft breeze and allowed Xavka to pinpoint their exact location even closer than his hearing allow.

The Prey was near. The crescendo of the Hunt would now begin.

As they softly walked ever closer to Xavka obscured, within the Force, figure, the Sith deftly removed three long pieces of thin metal from within the folds of his robe, the action holding a practiced ease to it that allowed for Xavka to grasp what he sought without having to look nor fumble. Sliding the pieces of metal between him fingers, each one a throwing needle dipped in a minor paralytic substance that would only slow the reaction of the beings that had it enter their bloodstream, Xavka licked his dry lips in anticipation before blurring out of sight.

He leapt from tree to tree with swift and silent movements, his robe billowing out behind him like a black shroud of shadows, as he moved evercloser to his target. When she entered his sight, Xavka ran his gaze quickly along her figure as she passed beneath him, focusing on the skin exposed by the outfit she wore and absentmindedly noting her ashen hair (a lighter colour of his own hair), her taller than he height and the glaring scar that ran across her left eye.

Anchoring himself to the trunk of a tree with his cybernetic hand around six meters to the right of the woman (an Echani, his knowledge borne from previous interaction with the species) and about eight meters above her head, Xavka transferred the momentum from which he had been travelling with into a twist of his upper body and he threw out his right arm, causing the poison tipped needles to cut through the air towards the Echani's neck. From there, the momentum of his twist carried through into a kick as Xavka launched himself from the tree and across to another, distancing himself from where he had thrown the needles from to make it harder to track him. His movements, however, caused a few of the scarce leaves that decorated the husk of the trees he moved through to scatter to the ground, potentially revealing his location.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] (This is a legitimate duel. We simply want to have fun with it.)

Here I was goin' chillin' right down the street
When I got challenged by a blind dead beat.

I spoke to him after I showed my saber.
"Yo' man, I'm busy. I'ma catch you later."

But, he insisted, so I said, "Okay."
"It seems you really want to die today."

Snap-Hiss, mother karker with an axe to grind.
I thought he wouldn't see it comin' cuz he is blind.

I swung him a left and I swung him a right.
We'll see if his parrying is really tight.

 

[Aver Brand]

Location: Research facility
Objective: Showdown
Allies: [member="Loray Tares"] | OS
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | GR
Collateral damage/Innocent bystanders: [member="Iestyn Nova"] | [member="Veronika Nova"]
Gear in bio
Public

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vPmx3DCLv00​

With a vicious retributive crack, Aver snapped backwards and into an involuntary flip as her boots caught the edge of the console. Instead of crashing into the far wall, the woman instead landed bodily on the floor after a nearly full three-sixty. Bits of plaster fell on her like a cloud of snowflakes as she ground her teeth, picking herself up with movements bordering on robotic.

When she raised her gaze over the smashed remains of the terminal, the mercenary found the door had snapped closed – likely from her impact with the controls – and was now shedding bright orange showers of sparks at the edges.

Never one to waste an opportunity, Aver quickly ruptured one of the glass tanks that still remained intact, letting its contents spill all over the floor in a messy amalgam of flesh and bone. If she weren’t otherwise occupied, the woman might’ve taken a few holosnaps of the thing to entertain Loray back on the ship, but she had more immediate concerns. Like the inevitable arrival of her foe. Even blast doors couldn’t hold Jedi for long.

She’d always worked efficiently, however, and was confident she’d prepped the scene sufficiently for her new guest. The puddle of clear preservation liquid had spread considerably, lapping at the malfunctioning door across the room from her, and her own focus was gently, yet firmly wrapped around her surroundings. She was waiting for her foe on the other side of what remained of the smashed terminal and its sizzling circuitry, feet planted in the soil of one of the smaller flower beds scattered around the laboratory.

The moment the other woman came through that door, Aver would be ready.

 

[Soeht]

The Kidnapping of the Margrave’s Mate​

Posting in this thread since it’s the most active one I see. Bring yourself, a strike team, or whatever and let’s make war.
[member="Ali Hadrix"]. Mentioning you since you were the only one to mention the Margrave.


Prelude

Spoiler

Location: Caross
Time: Night before the Battle of Togoria

Tension on Togoria was at an all-time high. The Republic government had forecasted a major planetary invasion by the One Sith and Mandalorians for the near future. Being a key planet for the Republic’s supply lines from Yutan to the Core Worlds, Togoria was one of several planets on a heightened sense of alert.

Being the mate of the Margrave, Mrrova spent the majority of the day going over Caross's preparations for war. Exhausted, the Togorian matriarch retired to the Margrave’s ancestral home for the night.

Mrrova was of average height for female Togorians - just about 2.2 meters. She had gray-white fur with dark, horizontal stripes that stretched along her back. She wore a typical style for female Togorians - though the material and accessories definitely pointed her out as someone special.

Mrrova and one of her ladies-in-waiting were walking down a hallway going over the itinerary for the next day.

“And after noon, we have to verify if the spaceport can handle evacuating all the offworlders currently in Caross. And then at-“

Interrupting the lady-in-waiting, Mrrova said, “I think that’s enough. We have time in the morning to go over this, right?”

“Yes, m’lady,” replied the lady-in-waiting.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight,” Mrrova said with a yawn.

“Goodnight,” replied the lady-in-waiting.

They parted ways. Mrrova went to her chambers. She took a moment to glance at a holo of her mate, the Margrave, with a faint smile.

“Just when will you stop hunting long enough to visit,” she mused to herself as she turned away from the holo to make her way to her bed.

Soeht stood in front of her.

Mrrova failed to notice the Sith within her chambers. She barred her claws - prepped herself for a fight. She was about to let out as loud of a roar as she could to alert others in the ancestral home.

Yet Soeht lunged immediately toward Mrrova. His arms rushed toward Mrrova’s mouth and grabbed hold of her feline jaw. Despite supposedly being physically superior to humanoids, Soeht managed to keep her mouth shut. Mrrova had enough time to take grasp of Soeht’s arms and dig her claws in. She attempted to free herself from his grip. Yet it was too late.

A compelling voice instantly sapped all resistance from Mrrova. She fell unconscious and fell to the ground. Under the cover of darkness, Soeht took Mrrova, the Hargrave’s mate, and left Caross.

The Proposal

The Republic can describe and control the Margrave if they wish.

The Battle of Togoria was in full swing. Caross was under siege with many Sith and Imperial troopers running amok. Rumors of the Margrave’s mate, Mrrova, missing were spreading among the female Togorian defenders of Caross. Nothing was confirmed outright by her ladies-in-waiting to avoid outright panic, though.

Yet a holo transmission directly to the Margrave answered questions about her whereabouts. Of course, the Republic was likely to intercept it or there might even be Republic officials standing next to the Margrave when he received it.

Soeht in full armor was the one that appeared on the holo.

“Margrave, as you can see I am Sith,” Soeht began, “I have a proposal. I offer your people’s protection as Imperial subjects. Our war is only with the Republic. In exchange, I ask only for your surrender in person.”

The holo of Soeht changed into a holo of an unconscious Mrrova.

Soeht’s voice continued, “I expect your full cooperation. It’s in your people’s, and your mate’s, best interest. Here are the coordinates. Don’t be late.”

The holo transmission ended after Soeht’s late statement. What followed was a simple subspace transmission of planetary coordinates within the Swamp of Vapors along with a countdown.

The Present

Location: Swamp of Vapors Cave

The Swamp of Vapors was a treacherous area of Togoria. The swamp was home to many deadly beasts - many of which the male Togorians attempted to hunt out of honor and pride.

The coordinates Soeht gave to the Margrave lead to a cave deep within the Swamp of Vapors. This cave was a considerable distance from Caross. For those that approached the cave, there would appear to be a token amount of Sith guards.

Deep within the cave, Soeht waited for the Margrave's response - to come to the cave or let the countdown reach zero. Mrrova was kept within a sturdy cage near Soeht.

Soeht took a moment to glance at the time left on the countdown.

"S҉oon͞," he muttered as he continued to wait.

 

[Cynthia Solus]

Location: behind enemy lines in an urban environment (dusk)
Enemy's: [member="Harley"] Ξ [member="Gorteko Graye"]
Allies: Mr [member="Gray Raxis"]
Dule: privet
Gear: in my sig (armor black)

Cynthia just smiled under her helmet. "Well I have my shotgun and they can't be blocked very well from sabers. Besides my armor can withstand their attacks." She said slowly cocking it to prime a shell. "Most of the open spots are engulfed in smoke and dust so use your saber to draw attention. When I see one I'll move behind and you know the rest. They will need to come down this street to find us anyway. So the chances are I'll be able to see them before they see me."

Standing up Cynthia would cling to the wall as she moved into the street and into a doorway where she would crouch down again and keep looking around. "Come on gray show time."

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: PVP District
Objective: 50 Shades of Ayy
Allies: OS
Enemies: GR, [member="Miss Blonde"]

Haytham guessed that when the large armoured beast used the machine gun to block the disruptor shots she felt that she was actually endangered. He felt kind of glad about that, but then again, it was still a disruptor. So he figured that was something to be worried about regardless of the size of the weapon.

Palming his lightsabre hilt, he'd wait until what he thought was a Mandalorian came closer before he ignited the beam. But he remained cautious, he couldn't let himself be taken advantage of, despite already being at a disadvantage. "You don't need to scream. I'm right here," he says calmly. Why was he so calm? Was he already prepared to die, so early in his career as a Sith? What would Orcus think? It didn't even matter...

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Somewhere
Objective: Win
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Duel: Private
Gear: First post

He prowled the battle and sought for Republic soldiers and Jedi alike to express all that anger and hatred that was in him. No mercy was shown by the Warrior and didn't even planned on doing so. Some personnel that was broken both mentally and physically pleaded the Mandalorian for mercy and to be spared, and also gave the typical excuses of why he should let them go free. Their kids, their spouse, their parents, their loved ones, and that they were sorry for what happened on Roche. But their excuses wouldn't even be pitied by Vilaz. After hearing their humiliating excuses the Field Marshal would execute them and send them to the depths of the Netherworld. There would be no survivors of where his shadow went.

They would be taught a lesson. A lesson of what happens when one fought for a corrupt government. Perhaps if Ali Hadrix's head was on a pike and presented to the Clans, then Vilaz wouldn't be as zealous as he was right now; however, that wasn't the case. After Roche the Republic was something that the Redneck wanted to destroy and never breathe again in the Galaxy.

Orar'bev was in his hands and he was on the hunt to strike and kill any defender of the Republic. While his inner animal was being pleased with justice being served to the corrupt and hypocritical soldiers and Jedi of the Republic he was getting bored with killing hostiles that proved to be no threat or harm to him. The Bounty Hunter hoped there was someone that could at least stand on their feet for five minutes while facing him in combat.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Abandoned Courtyard
Allies:
[member="Elaine Thul"]
Enemies:
[member="Darth Vornskr"]
[member="Darth Prazutis"]

Aedan Miles looked up as reports came through his earpiece shrugging he broke squelch once to confirm he had heard and watched as his opponents enter the courtyard, or at least one of them did. Turning his attention towards where the other one had gone Aedan dropped to a seat on the balcony hand rail his helmet held in his left hand as he waved and called out calmly. "Hey if it is Vornskr. Why don't you call out your friend seeing as how flanking me isn't going to catch me off guard just have him step out? If not that is okay to butttttt I would be careful where you stepped in this area some places are very dangerous you know?" He grins darkly as he taps on the balcony humming to himself as he looked down at the man he had fought multiple times losing most fighting some to a stand off. Generally losing though but that wasn't the point this time he had a few tricks up his sleeve after all he had spent quite a few years away from everyone training and such. Finally he leapt to the ground landing in a crouch and calmly snapping his helmet into place its Hud coming up to reveal the status of the battlefield in the distance. Blinking once he dismissed the hud for the time being this fight needed his attention see as how it was a person he hadn't beaten yet and some unknown Sith of unknown strength.