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

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Caross
Objective: Assist Republic Unit (Kill Sith)
Enemies: [member="Einarr Warscream"] (Private Duel)
Allies: N/A
Gear: Refer to Intro Post

Once inside the new sector, she ordered the halt of the Dragoons and the Harvesters. She directed them the Yinchori to split up and hunker down on rooftops in a prone position to avoid being sighted. She did the same thing after being dropped upon a rooftop, getting behind a tall wall for cover.

From there, she deployed four of her six Harvesters in a search routine of the sector, while the other two dropped onto the same roof with her. The four droids split off to roam in different directions, skimming the roofs like before in order to keep a low profile.

Together, the Harvesters and Wasps zoomed around the neighborhood carrying out their searches, until one of the Wasps detected a small unit moving on foot through the streets. Through her feed, Arisa identified the unit as being OS, so she kept the Wasp trained on them, and directed two of the patrolling Harvesters to their position to make a strafing run. The Harvesters zeroed in on the unit with the help of the Wasp overhead, unloading into them with a volley of inaccurate blaster fire from behind as the droids quickly strafed sideways from one side of the street to the other.

Summary of Actions

• Arisa and her unit are grounded on the rooftops near Einarr's location, using them for cover and concealment.
• She sent four of her six Harvester droids to run a patrol to seek out enemy forces in the area along with the original four Wasp droids she deployed earlier. They fly low to reduce their chance of detection.
• A Wasp droid spots Einarr's unit moving through the street.
• Arisa tasked two of the four patrolling Harvester droids to make a strafing run against Einarr's unit.
• The Harvester droids quickly fly sideways from one side of the street to the other, firing in the general direction of the group from the back.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Enemies: [member="Jack Mirrikh"] the sith, rampant alcoholism
Allies: Force-fu, a bunch of dead cat-people, rampant alcoholism
Gear: Linked in first post, PM for details.
Musical contributor: [member="Lady Kay"]
Location: Out in the street, cracked stone's neath my feet, moving to rhythm of a damn good beat.




[youtube]https://youtu.be/tbODwqGZNTU[/youtube]






I want to begin here now,
Drinking in my fear now,
He'd happily swing his fist,
To parry a blade from his wrist,


You lose your rhythm,
You're looking within,
You're fighting with him,
Cause I've found your path!


You think the Sith are still thriving?
Now you'll see the path I took
Can you percieve it?
While swinging to the left
Are you just surviving?
Now you'll see my vengeful hook
That shatters the earth
It's what is left!



"What do you fight for?
Do you think that you can win?"
Who does he live for?
Do you see my wicked grin?
What do you fight for?
Do you think that you can win?
Who does he live for?
Do you see my wicked grin?


As boundless I strike,
The street cracks by might,
Stop falling back to old ways
Stop falling back to old ways


You'll fail this battle
Because I found my path


You swing while I still deny it,
You trust your eyes too much.
I shatter the earth,
You swing your simple sword,
I see you try it,
I block your thrust as such,
You'll find your defeat
For what it's worth!


I till the earth as you advance,
I will learn your strength this day,
As we both walk these streets,
You need to watch your eyes,
Will he enjoy this dance?
We will test your might today,
That this is the path
Under your feet!




(OOC: The particular rhyme scheme of this song is nonlinear and made it challenging to say the least. I apologize for the delay. Yesterday was my Birthday.)

 

[Soeht]

The Kidnapping of the Margrave’s Mate​

[member="Ali Hadrix"] one last time.

The Margrave's Arrival

Location: [background=#232323]Swamp of Vapors Cave[/background]

Plenty of time passed since Soeht's proposal.

A Sith next to Soeht in the cave, Darth Rakar, suggested, "I don't think they'll come."

Soeht replied to the pale, dark-side corrupted Zabrak with, "Ẁhe͢th͡er͞ th̷e R͞e̷pu̕bli͜c c͡a͟res̶ o͜r n͞ot, ͘so͝meon̡e͜ ̷w̵il͢l͞ ̧f͟ac͠e̸ me͘ ̧i͡n̶ ̷th͡is͠ ca͢ve̛."

Eventually, Soeht's words proved true as two Sith Acolytes escorted the guest of honor into the cave. Soeht and Darth Rakar stood on an elevated ledge within the cave - just three meters above the level that the newly arrived guest stood at.

"Y̧o̵͞u̢͞'҉҉r͟͜e͢͠ ̸̧̀h͝e̵̡͘r̢e͏̡͠," exclaimed Soeht.

This guest was an outstanding specimen of the Togorians - standing at 3.2 meters with incredible muscle mass. The feline made even the tallest of Sith look like mere children. He had burnt orange fur with black stripes. All Togorians knew him as Margrave Ortromo - the noble ruler of the Togorians.

"Where is she?" growled the Margrave.

The Margrave was not disarmed - he still had a blaster pistol and a vibrosword. Yet, he wielded neither. The two Sith Acolytes that escorted him were signaled by Soeht to depart from the Margrave's side.

Then, Soeht gestured to the cage that held the still unconscious Mrrova. The Margrave turned his head to see his mate and sighed in relief to see her still alive. After that, he returned his gaze toward Soeht - glaring at the Sith Lord with clear anger.

The Margrave drew his massive vibrosword - if one could even call it that. Compared to the Togorian, it was a mere two handed sword. Yet for a humanoid to wield it, it would simply be too massive and bulky to even call a sword.

The Sith within the cave braced themselves for a fight.

"Honor demands this of me," began the Margrave. Togorians were noted to have a strong sense of honor compared to other sentient beings.

"Should I surrender myself - my people - to you, you must defeat me in a duel - one versus one," roared the Margrave.

After a second delay, Soeht drew a single, crimson lightsaber in his right hand. He hopped down to the same level as the Margrave.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location Some skyscraper hangar
Enemy [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Private

Mantics ship hit the floor in the hangar with a slight thud. The tall building was not a military one but it was here that Mantic had been pointed to as he arrived to aid in the defence of Togoria.
Looking outside he noticed there were no one here to greet him. Something was wrong and he stepped out of the cockpit and down the ladder, letting his boots test the metal floor.

Strange...

At the back of his mind a warning started to tingle. He took a deep breath and reached out with the force. Someone was here... Hatred accompanied that person. In the near past he had encountered several sith assassins skilled in hiding their force signature. [member="Darth Ferus"] was not giving up easily and his schemes surely trailed along this invasion in some shape.

It was logical for the jedi to assume this might be an encounter of the same caliber, and with a flick of his hand his hilt flew to his hand.
Eyes and ears open he treaded forth carefully...

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Caross
Objective: Slaughter Republic Defence Forces
Enemies: [member="Arisa Yune"]
Duel: Private
Gear: Post

The Valkyrian Warband proceeded even more cautiously now with Einarr having his Sith Sword out in his hand. Their senses were sharpened highly at the possibility of combat. They craved for it, they craved to prove themselves infront of the Gods. Einarr as well. The acolyte went onward leading the warband behind him as he scanned the area with his senses and the Force. The waves of the calm sea in the ethereal were becoming slightly more wild and abruptly blaster fire made all the Valkyri turn around at two obnoxious looking droids firing blaster fire while passing by.

The Republic.

Warscream's Nine immediately retaliated with a volley of blaster fire at the two droids, Floki had taken a hit at the back of his armor but the blaster fire was easily dissipitated by the rare material of phrik that his armor was made of. Einarr on the other hand ignored the droids and expanded his senses to what was around him. The waves going wilder. It was definitely not a random passing by the droids, according to Einarr.

"Into the buildings, Valkyri." He spoke in Valkyrian and the men divided into a total group of five into the parallel buildings. Shattering their glass they entered an abandoned building with rubble and chaos that had commenced after evacuation. The Acolyte had taken to the building to the left. He focused on the Force to find whether a Force user might be around. His skills in sensing through the Force were not as sharp as he wanted them to be so he focused on the next move by the enemy. At least they had moved from the uncanny position on the tight street.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aT2XsVjG950​

Location: Somewhere, Caross
Allies:

• Darth Prazutis

Enemies:

• Elaine Thul
• Aedan Miles

Duel: Private
Gear:

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

His steps kicked up miniature whirlwinds of dust which clung to his sabatons, smudging the slate-gray armor. The only sounds that wafted across that desolate courtyard was the distant echoes of war, the hollow footsteps of the Sith Lord, and the mocking words of Aedan Miles as Vornskr approached. He laughed in response, the ghastly sound reverberating across the deserted courtyard like the distant wailing of lost souls. "You're a talkative little gnat, aren't you?" As he neared ever close the true scope of his brutish size became all the more apparent, and the Aura of Uneasiness that radiated from the ring he wore on his right hand was nauseating to endure. But there also seemed to be an unnatural fluctuation in the Force, for it was as if the Force was being pulled from their surroundings and siphoned into the Sith Lord.

With quick movements he unclipped both lightsabers from his waist and held them aloft before activating both crimson blades simultaneously, the light from the blades casting eerie shadows across the court. That same light made the skeletal aesthetic of the Sith Lord's armor more pronounced and angular by the shadows now cast at every edge. "But talk is cheap when you have nothing to back up your bluster, little worm. So let's see if you're actually worth my time." The words had barely left his mouth before his body, coiled like a viper, sprung forth to easily close the several meter distance between himself and Aedan miles. His blade lashed out, ready to cut the offending individual to ribbons if left unabated.

 

[Julian Viles Priest]

Enemies: [member="Lady Kay"]
Duel: Too Private
Sides: Muh Own

Julian nodded, the need for this situation was dire, it was expected, Julian was at his wits end here. After making his way to the cockpit, setting the coordinates in, he was ready to get everything on the go. He was waiting for Kay when an idea popped in his head. This was how well Julian's ideas went, he, at this very moment, had control of where this ship went, and when it got there. Right now, Julian held everything.

He smirked under the helmet, reset the coordinates, and quickly bypassed electronic works it so it looked like the words were in a different language. A malfunction, if one wanted to see it that way. The language was set to Mandalorian, something he read well. When Kay was back, he was all done.

"I'm good, but I think there's something up with the ship. The language is in Mandalorian...do you speak Mando'ade?"

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: The Free Lady (Kay's ship)
Enemies: [member="Julian Viles Priest"]
Allies: None
Side: GR
Duel: Private

Kay furrowed her brows as she stared at the readouts. "Mandalorian? That's weird...." She hit a couple of buttons more than once, expecting it to change, but she got nothing. She hadn't learned everything about the electrical work of her ship just yet. There was a lot to cover and she didn't always have the time to spare to learn.

She sipped her tea. Julian or Jett as she knew him, was dressed like a Mandalorian, so more than likely he could speak it as well. But she had to make sure of it first. "I'll have to talk to Sanya about that later. This ship came from her factory. I can't read Mando, but perhaps you do? Or if not, I could always go and wake up Terrac and see if he does. When did this happen? You put in the coordinates for Mustafar, right?" She could always get Ultimatum to look into it as well. They were heading off to see him anyways.

 

[Julian Viles Priest]

Location: Dat Freedom Train known as Free Lady
Enemies: [member="Lady Kay"]
Allies: Me BBY!!
Side: Mine

Julian crossed his arms on his chest, as if thinking what could have caused this malfunction, watching her move around the buttons trying to get the language to change.

"I know some of the language, yea, that says Mustafar. Looks like a small jump from here to there too. Shouldn't take us long. When we get there I'll try to get under the dash, and work on it some."

Placing his hand over the hyperspace jump lever, it slowly engaged it, the stars around them turned into streaks of white lights.

"So how you know the ol' man, Terrac? Looks like he's seen a few good fights."

Unknown to Kay, they were headed to a certain capital.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: The Free Lady (Kay's ship)
Enemies: [member="Julian Viles Priest"]
Allies: None
Side: GR
Duel: Private

Well at least he could speak a little. She sat herself down and sipped her tea before he made the jump to hyperspace. By her calculations, it should only take them a half hour or so to get there. Not far at all.

At his inquiry about Terrac, she shrugged her shoulders a bit. "Not long. He brought himself out of retirement for me once he saw the ad. I guess that he's heard about my slave freeing missions and decided to have some adventures. I find his humour to be quite refreshing, even when he seems grouchy. This is my first ship, so I'm working on getting accustomed to it."

 

[Miss Blonde]

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

Coming in to face the young apprentice the beskar covered Miss Blonde had him, and she would crush him. The man was young, inexperienced, and while he was certainly cautious he wasn't ambitious enough to overcome the previous short comings. All he had done was fire off a few rounds from his pistol and hide behind a wall while the stormtroopers were cut to shreds. But the thing that Blonde noticed most about him was that he was just freaken kid. He was what, nineteen, twenty at the oldest?

He was mixed up in the wrong crowd, succumbing to the ideals of power and the dark side like most teenagers would. It didn't take a genius to figure out this kid was being played, so when her fist was leveled with his face ready to pull the trigger or blow him away the woman didn't want to do it. With all her years as a crime lord, an agent, this kid just didn't deserve to die like this. Because there was just about zero chance of him beating her in combat, she'd fought Sith Lords and knights and taken them down, she was on battlefields before this kid had his first dirty thought.

So she didn't pull the trigger and she turned off her helmet's vocal modifier and spoke to the boy in her natural speaking voice of a soft woman's voice.

"Don't make me kill you, kid. You're fighting for the wrong people, light, dark, it doesn't matter, their both a bunch of bull. You need to look out for number one, and these sith, They're going to use you for your power then throw you away, and if you think you mean anything to them then you're wrong." Blonde would then hold Hush out to kid with the back of the blade towards him so the aura of force light could ward away the darkness within him and allow him to think without it clouding his mind fiercely.

"Come with me, and I'll show you how to live free from all of this. How to be your own man whose not under the boot of a master. I don't want to kill you, but if you make me I will not hesitate again." Patricia said trying to reach him.

 

[Alyona Volkovna (Алёна)]

Location: Togorian Wilderness
Duel: Private
Allies: Galactic Republic
Enemies: One Sith, [member=Xavka Duquo]
Gear:
Luke Skywalker's Lightsaber
Utility Belt:
NN-14 Blaster Pistol
Grenades::>3 x Thermal Detonator; 3 x Flash-bomb
Miscellaneous::>Scanner; Datapad w/ Holoprojector; Comlink; Fibercord w/ Grappling Hook; Rebreather;

Save for within the depths of vacuum, nothing was entirely noiseless. Storm clouds colliding, waves crashing, trees creaking. The needles themselves struck molecules within the atmosphere in their flight, though the soundwaves produced by these were too weak to travel to Alyona's ears. Her natural senses were far less attuned than her newly announced opponent's, though attuned well enough to catch the soft scraping of dead, burnt wood against the metal of the Zabrak's dead limb. Her eyes were flickering his way when the needles were released and her sense of impending danger spiked. She caught sight of a shadowed figure only as it vanished; Alyona was forced to turn her gaze as she juked her torso backward and plucked one of the needles out of the air as it cut passed her shoulder. Her sidestep turned into a twirl as her lightsaber came to life with a distinct snap-hiss. The brilliant green-white blade leapt into existence and hummed softly as she held it aloft, her eyes following the quiet trail of leaves that signaled the flight of her foe from one perch to the next.
Alyona lifted the needed she'd caught for inspection. It was almost imperceptibly small, only a Jedi could have nabbed it. Touching it left her fingers slightly sticky. Poison...of some kind. Alyona noted. She inspected herself to be safe, finding one of the other needles embedded in the leather of her utility belt, she'd nearly pricked herself on its back end as she turned to look there. She plucked it from the leather and tossed them both side. So we've got a trickster. Tricksters were not predators in the typical sense. Their methods were more contrived, built on whatever the foundation of their discipline happened to be. Sith? Alyona wanted to assume, and yet there were a plethora of Sith sub-classes. The individual might be a bounty hunter looking for Jedi heads to sell.
Alyona deactivated her lightsaber, her assailant had vanished for the moment. As she had been continuing North, and the attack had come to her right, the same direction her opponent had continued to flee, Alyona's path into the canyon was left unguarded, presumably. Unless they're not alone... Alyona searched the Force and felt a sense of pressure in her mind in the direction her would-be assailant had fled. The way North was clear, and Alyona would take advantage of it. She turned back the direction she'd been heading before and broke into a relaxed, long-strided run, slipping away from the trickster and continuing into thicker and thicker canopy. The walls of the valley began to close in as she neared the canyon, and she could hear the waterfalls in the distance through the trees. As the shrubbery grew thick and the canopy more dense as still-living trees reached out and touched one another,
Her objective was to make contact with the Republic. Her attacker had likely come from the North, which meant there might be a transport left behind, or at least an encampment with communications gear that could reach her allies. At the very least, the opportunity allowed Alyona to take control over the fight that was to come.
She continued her pace, knowing her would-be hunter should be following along, having turned himself around after she failed to pursue. She kept mindful of the moment through the Force, allowing her to gauge her prey's location through the disturbances their presence caused in local fauna and flora. The method was spotty as they remained for the most part in the dead zone of the valley, yet enough birds were disturbed that Alyona was able to more or less follow things in her mind. Not perfect, but helped largely to gauge distance between them.
She felt comfortable for the moment, though knew that sense would sharpen into the opportunity of combat once more. Alyona stayed ready, slowing her pace and prowling through the thickening forest. She only moved when there was noise to cover her motion and she never moved without deciding where she was going first. Alyona maneuvered somewhat West, toward one of the growing canyon walls and the waterfall it hosted some distance off. The river would be her best opportunity for neutralizing her prey.

 

[Keira Priest]

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

For a moment Keira considered the blast doors, head cocked slightly to one side. "I would advise a cautious approach. A premeditated attack is likely imminent." The advice might have seemed obvious to some, but anyone who had known Keira for any amount of time was perfectly aware of her brash and less than subtle attacks. Already she was half-tempted to force the door open by way of her wrist rocket, but that would be saved for later. One didn't expose all their cards at once, after all. "Thalia, I want you to tell me something: when, in the time you've known me, have I ever taken the careful approach?" An exasperated sigh from the AI followed. "Fair enough. Just try not to get yourself killed. I don't want to have to answer for that."

"Your confidence in my ability is overwhelming. When have I ever let you down?" "Do I need to make a list?" At that she couldn't help but laugh quietly, knowing Thalia was at least partially right, insofar as following the strategy offered her was concerned. Having finished her minute assessment of the blast doors she took a few steps back. Cutting through them would likely be the more sensible option, and perhaps it would save her energy, but she wanted this part over quickly. Stretching out her hand she solidified an ethereal hold on one side of the blast doors, durasteel creaking audibly as her invisible grasp tightened. With a slowness brought on by exertion she tore it from its place, metal crumpling inwards and eventually crashing backwards as it was torn free from its moorings.

A shift of her left hand prompted the collapsible CW-77 to assemble itself in her grasp, and assuming nothing immediately impeded her she would fire two shots downrange in quick succession, not aiming to kill or necessarily even injure, but rather test the mettle of the one she was facing and perhaps set the pace for what was to come. The pistol was in the next second nonexistent, and she readied herself to either dodge or counter, senses heightened and reflexes nearly in overdrive, adrenaline beginning its steady hum through her veins. She remembered now why she had used to live for nothing more than the fight.

 

[Soeht]

[background=#232323]The Kidnapping of the Margrave’s Mate[/background]​

[member="Ali Hadrix"], one last time again. Maybe third time’s a charm.
[member="Ral Sanaka"] in case he followed the Margrave.
Again, even if this is the dueling thread, bring yourself, a squad, or whatever you feel like and let’s party.


Duel: Ortromo vs. Soeht

Spoiler

With slow steps, Soeht began to circle around the Margrave. His crimson lightsaber blade chaotically crackled. A cold sensation in the Force settled within the cave.

Rage filled the Margrave’s heart. Grasping his vibrosword with both hands, the massive Togorian charged toward Soeht. He attempted to swing the sword down upon the Sith.

Standing his ground, Soeht planted his feet, took hold of his lightsaber hilt with both arms, and brought his lightsaber up in a horizontal block. The vibroblade slammed into the plasma lightsaber blade and remained uncut. The Togorian’s strength forced Soeht to slide back several meters.

Before being pushed back too far, Soeht stepped to his right and slid his lightsaber blade off of the Margrave’s vibrosword. The bulky vibroblade slammed itself into the ground.

Soeht spun around. Grasping his lightsaber with his right hand at that point, he maneuvered around the the Margrave and aimed the point of his blade at the left side of the Margrave’s torso.

Yet the Margrave swung his left arm around - releasing its grip on the vibrosword - and grabbed Soeht’s right forearm just as the blade began to singe his fur. Being much larger than Soeht allowed the Margrave the chance to do this.

However, a quick flutter of Soeht’s cape revealed a plethora of other lightsabers strapped to the Sith’s hips. The Margrave’s eyes widened just before a flash of red swung through his left arm.

And then the Margrave’s severed left hand fell to the ground.

The Margrave dashed back several meters - leaving his two-handed vibrosword where it had slammed the ground earlier.

“Y͢our ki̷n͢d o̸nly͞ ͞hunts̨ ̕min̷d̛l̕e͞ss beas͏ts̨,” claimed Soeht as he deactivated and holstered both lightsabers, “Yoư ͝k͘now ͟n͡ot͢hi̵n̸g o͘f͘ ͜a̕ ̢r̀e͘al̷ ̕st͠r̴uggle̷.͡”

Soeht slowly approached the Margrave.

The Margrave’s Defeat

What might seem like hours passed for the Margrave. Eventually, his broken, barely conscious body laid on the floor of the cave. Blood covered the fur of the Margrave. Soeht stood over the Margrave - his feet nearest to the Togorian’s head.

“Į’ve͞ wo̕ņ,” Soeht told the Margrave, “I’̧ll ̧t̷ak̀e you͝ŗ s͞u͟r̴r͠ęnder, ͞ńow̛.”

Then, Soeht extended a hand toward the Margrave. The Force bent to his will and began to affect the Margrave. Ortromo began to squirm in pain and grasped his head with his only remaining hand.

Unless this was all part of some Republic plan, the Margrave’s submission to the Sith was certainty.

 

[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=aKQTWq6ZbTc​

Good thing she was patient, and that the scenery wasn’t too bad to look at.

Waiting on her foe to make her way through the door, Aver carefully and methodically catalogued every nook and cranny of the room. She made note of every dip and rise of terrain, every sharp angle, every rusted overhead beam. In her mind’s eye, a thorough map of the laboratory was coming to life, complemented by the one crafted by the systems in her helmet; overlaid one over the other, it would be next to impossible to play the woman into a corner.

That was, if her enemy even planned on coming through. She could tell she was still on the other side of the door, the low-burning fire of another Forcer clear as day against the background of unassuming plantlife and dead machinery.

By the time the metal finally started creaking and gave in with a loud groan, Aver was almost hoping for her enemy to burst through. It would give her something to do, and she was aching for action something fierce.

Polite as they were, the Jedi obliged.

The mercenary took two steps to the side as her foe leveled the gun-like contraption at her. The first bullet shot past her and smashed another tank, while the other flattened harmlessly against what looked to be her pauldron. In reality, it was the metal covering her upper arm, but under the crafty disguise of the HDM, the Jedi would be none the wiser.

And that was it.

Aver had never been particularly inclined to ranged combat; in fact, her strengths, and therefore preferences, both lied in wide measure, where she could break limbs and rip flesh.

So she waited, still perched on that small patch of high ground.

Come closer, her posture mocked the Jedi. Come closer, and we can dance.

But she never said a single word.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: PVP Distract
Allies: OS
Enemies: GR, [member="Miss Blonde"]

Haytham didn't know how close she was shooting to him. He didn't know that she would, presuming that she would instead be facing him in a duel of sorts, what with the sword being drawn and all. Keeping that lightsabre hilt in hand, if she would've approached him while she tried to talk down to him, he would've taken steps backwards. He felt as if he were a caged beast in a way, being cornered when she spoke. She thought the One Sith were using him? That was a funny thought, considering that he was using them to achieve his own ends. Nothing as dark as other Sith of course, and nothing like past fallen Jedi.

He was only here today to gain notoriety amongst the One Sith. To make a name for himself the easiest way he could think of. She was right and they were in agreement, though he didn't vocalize that yet. The Sith and Jedi weren't the way to go.

"I put thought into my decision." Though when she raised Hush to him, he took multiple steps back. The Dark Side may have corrupted him more than he thought, but he had consciously made the decision to seek them out. There was no clouded judgement to cast away. "Yeah, the Jedi and Sith aren't much, the Sith are just a means to an end for me." He pressed the ignition button on that lightsabre.

Snap-Hiss.

Whilst the hum of the emerald blade began, Haytham continued on to say, "True peace. The Jedi and the Sith are the only reason wars escalate so far."

He left that thought unfinished as he started to gather the Force. "If you do plan on fighting me, I'd prefer it if you used the blade." She could consider it as the final request of a dying man.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Caross
Objective: Assist Republic Unit (Kill Sith)
Enemies: [member="Einarr Warscream"] (Private Duel)
Allies: N/A
Gear: Refer to Intro Post

By the time the OS squad had turned to fire upon the pair of Harvesters, they had already cleared the narrow street. Now they hovered close to the rooftop awaiting new directions from Arisa. Through the Wasp, she saw the squad break up and file into a pair of buildings on the street for cover. She directed the Harvesters to take to the air in a low orbit around the buildings, and for the other patrolling droids she had deployed earlier to converge at that location and join the orbit in a stack above the Harvesters and Wasp already present. If they made a move to leave the buildings, she would know. If they attempted to move, or otherwise reveal themselves to the orbiting droids, she had given them the order to attack on sight.

As she had hoped, she had been able to contain them with the distraction of the Harvesters. However, during the attack, she had felt the presence of a Force Sensitive among them after a burst of psychic activity from them. Probably trying to detect any other enemies besides the pair of droids that had just attacked. In making active use of their power, the Sith turned themselves into a beacon in the process. That's why she tended to restrict herself to passive sensing.

"You saw where they ducked into the buildings," she said to her grenadiers over biocomm. "Form a perimeter. Two to a building. Everyone pop an ion grenade once you're all into position. Sterab, setup to where you can see into those buildings."

Four Dragoons took off to form the perimeter, while her sniper Sterab moved to find higher ground to support the assault.

Meanwhile, Arisa remained in place, targeting the Sith she had detected with a psychic attack to cloud their senses. She began to project the sensation of burning, of choking upon the smoke produced from their own seared flesh. She put almost all of her focus into the attack, trusting the Harvesters at her side to protect her.

The journey to the buildings was short, all the grenadiers arriving at their new position by flutter pack within a few seconds, their permitter spanning three lanes in covering the buildings. As they had been instructed, they threw ion grenades into the buildings through the broken windows from the back of the buildings. The grenades had been set on a timed fused, cooked before throwing to deny the enemy a chance to toss them away before detonation.

Summary of actions:

Spoiler

*Arisa sets all the Harvester and Wasp droids she sent out on patrol in an orbit above the buildings occupied by Einarr and his men.
*Four grenadiers fly to form a perimeter around the buildings, then proceed to throw four cooked ion grenades through the back windows of the buildings.
*At the same time, Arisa launches a potent psychic attack against Einarr in an attempt to debilitate him.
*One Dragoon sniper is in the process of setting up to provide fire support later.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Some hangar
Objective: Win
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Gear:

• Orar'bev
• Fett-Kal knife
• Two WESTAR 34s
• Beskar'gam w/poncho and jetpack
• Two anti-force user flashbang
• Two anti-force user frag grenade

With the aid of One Sith soldiers the Mandalorian's wraith advanced to an urban center that was full of Republic troopers and the city's own militia. Fortunately, the Warrior didn't had to slaughter innocent beings that were only trying to live out their life since it was evacuated. While Vilaz's rampage demolished and killed ranks of hostile troopers, his lust for justice and vengeance was limited by his own personal code of honor. He would never lay harm to a group of innocent bystanders in a war unless they made the slightest action that deemed to be a hostile offense to him. But other than that he would leave innocents alone and give them as much aid he could offer. He wasn't like his private employer, Darth Vornskr, who had a lust for blood and would slay anyone that didn't share his values and beliefs on the battlefield. No, Vilaz had feelings and morals that didn't made him an absolute monster like the God-King; however, that didn't mean he had gone soft.

The Redneck, alone, as he departed from the One Sith troopers was within the interior of a skyscraper. There were no Republic forces that he encountered and in most cases the Field Marshal would just turn around to find someone to kill. But he kept on going which was strange until his HUD found a IFF tag near him. It didn't process as a One Sith IFF tag which meant it was Republic or a foreign tag. The Bounty Hunter would continue to investigate this tag and have a final conclusion to it.

The Mandalorian wasn't going to leave any Republic military personnel left alive. Most times he would leave a few spots in which he missed on purpose, but not this time.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

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

The man was cocky and headstrong, definitely naïve to think that he could take on the God-King. Prazutis kept Aedan locked on his HUD, continuing to track Elaine while he stalked around behind the man. The sound of plate shifting rang out into the empty silent courtyard as Vornskr approached the master. The force around them swirled and flowed around them, the entire courtyard flowed with it. Both Vornskr and Prazutis had powerful Auras of Uneasiness radiating from rings on their hands. The distant wailing of souls being sent to the underworld, lives being extinguished. The city of Caross was turned into hell on earth, and suffering would be the backdrop for their duel.

In a swift motion Prazutis wrapped his hand around the hilt of Hearteater and pulled the blade from its scabbard. The sound of steel rang into the air as the sith sword was exposed to the atmosphere. Unlike his master Prazutis was dead silent, his sulfuric eyes burned with deadly intent as they started down at the man. In one fluid motion just as Kaine charged, Prazutis charged towards the man as well, his blades lashed out towards Aedan.

 

[Aedan Miles]

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

Aedan blinked as he felt the unease that was rippling from both men before calmly shrugging. This was nothing compared to the devices he had dealt with during the Dark Harvest times. Sensing the man behind him move almost at the same time as the man before him Aedan leapt to the side quickly using the force to aid his action as he rolled halfway through the leap planting a hand on the ground and pushing off so he turned to land facing them. Smirking he ignited his lightsabers and gave them a light flourish before saluting the both of them and sliding into a balanced stance. "Come now Vornskr you need your apprentices help to fight me this time." Sensing that the force was weaker due to something that originated on Vornskr Aedan slowed his draw upon it knowing it wouldn't be aiding him as much in this fight. Slowly sliding to the right making it so he was closer to Vornskr his movements ended with a wall behind him letting him relax slightly his feet moving as he crouched on the balls of his feet ready to move. In a fight like this movement would be his best ally.