Opening Pantora's Box | TSE Invasion of Pantora

[Kahne Porte]

Location: Capital City Dockyard
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Kana Mikasa "][member="Khan Korynth"]

The Jedi Master reached out for some popcorn that was offered by the woman and Kahne showed a small smile. He placed the treat into his mouth and began to chew and nodded his head slightly. "Not bad." Kahne spoke after he finished chewing and then he glanced away from her in the direction of another force signature that showed up. This was was different though. Kahne narrowed his eyes for a brief moment as one of them spoke and he just scoffed slightly. "Friends of yours?" Kahne inquired to Scherezade without looking at her as his eyes were still locked on the pair.

The first one made it's move against Scherezade. The Jedi Master took a step back as she jumped into the air made her first attacks. The Jedi Master reached for his lightsaber but didn't ignited the blade yet as his other hand moved forward as he sent a force push towards Kana.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Elidibus
Objective: Meditate and think while the fleet travels
Allies: [member="Fiolette Raaf"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Zahori Denko"] @other Sith
Enemies: None yet, but eventually ORC

Equipment: In signature

As the Seventh Fleet traveled through hyperspace to Pantora, the Lady of Secrets, Darth Arcanix was ensconced deep within her command ship, meditating. The Force swirled and clashed, the currents troubled and roiled from what was being unleashed at their destination. Death was sweeping across the world, destruction the order of the day to avenge the attack upon Rhen Var by order of the Emperor. They knew the Jedi and their allies that had attacked had been traced back to the space controlled loosely by the Outer Rim Coalition, between some of her creations and the various intelligence assets of the Sith. She knew Coren and his ilk would not resist the bait of defending a world from the Sith, they never could pass up the opportunity.

And yet...

Her hatred of Coren had only intensified after Rhen Var, her anger at being deprived of turning Romi fully to the dark side only fanning the cold flames. She wanted him completely obliterated, and while he had survived her attack on Rhen Var, though she wasn't sure how the two Jedi did as her flames had kicked up a lot of steam and smoke and debris, he couldn't escape his fate forever. But she wanted him to hurt first, to truly know pain and despair. She would see everyone he cared about either turned or dead before she would finally snuff out his light for good.

A surge of light and then great darkness washed over her in the Force. A frown crossed her face, her head tilting. Something was occurring on Pantora, and the darkness bore something else within it... something unnatural. Prazutis was unleashing the horrors again.

Not for the first time she wondered if the experiment on Asation was a good idea, or if the continued study of the creatures brought forth from Beyond were going to one day extract a heavy toll. Her spellwork had been impeccable, binding the Lotek'k in place, but Prazutis was... well she would say embracing it too closely. Perhaps she would need to... discreetly mention her concerns to the Emperor at some point in the future if the situation devolved.

"Reverting to realspace in five... four... three... two... one..." the voice of the ship's AI, Morgause, announced. Taeli didn't move, just rooting herself in the Force as the ship and its escorts arrived at Pantora. Another Sith fleet to help deal a blow to the Jedi and their allies. Her shuttle would be ready for, and with one last glance into the currents, she began making her way to her ship. It was time for the Triumvir of Power to make her way to the front.

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Location: Pantora capital city
Equipment: In signature
Allies: ORC [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]
Enemies: Sith [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Aut-X"] (indirectly)

So long as the Pantorans don't know why this attack is happening, the firm's future on Pantora - and mine by extension - is safe, she thought, while realizing the three-headed beast's tunnel vision spared her somewhat for now, but the grim reality set in: some buildings were hit by graviton beams and collapsed only mere instants after being hit. I hope the client is safe and hasn't been buried under debris, but what's for certain now was that the client's escape route is not going to be the same anymore. Meanwhile, she could spot an enemy patrol on what appears to be search-and-destroy duty, at a range sufficiently close to contemplate opening fire on it. Of course, even with electromagnetic plasma emitting thermal signatures enough to make the enemy believe that place is about to catch fire, she still had only a few seconds to move out of position before the enemy patrol could even attempt to return fire. So she set the gun to the maximum volley setting, and hence a nine-shot burst would be let loose at the enemy patrol, with more enemy units being on the move as she moved out of that vantage point for another one that would allow her to fire from a different angle.

 

[Dax Perl]

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Location: Pantora, surface
Allies: ORC | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | [member="Yula Perl"]
Enemies: TSE | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]

By the time Dax had fully reoriented himself once more, their little motley crew was missing a member. Where in the feth had Yula gone? Oh lord, if he'd lost her, Joza was going to kill him. Or worse, make him watch a male strip show for weeks on end...Dax would've shuddered if it weren't for the sudden swooping dragon and ball of blue fire soaring towards the remaining Forcers.

A wicked grin curled at Dax's lips. Perfect. The Rogue reached out with Force and grasped the tendrils of flames, the heat, the energy, every single screaming, burning molecule. His very being began to feel warm as he did so, a renewed vigor in him as he took on the very nature of the flames. And then he fired back. The cobalt flames turned back, flying towards the Sith and his steed. It wouldn't harm them, or even phase them, Dax knew that much. In fact he was banking on it. "You better hope I don't miss, Cotan." was all Dax said before the man would've felt himself suddenly floating in the air and then rocketing towards Darth Carnifex and his dragon, the flames burning out just as he approached.

 

[EllieEx]

[member="Kahne Porte"] @Scherezade deWinter @Kana Mikasa

The sixth brother stood in silence for a moment as the sith deWinter offered him popcorn, something that was truly... Unexpected.

"Hahahaha! Only a sith would be daft enough to offer snacks to their executioners, If only the jedi were capable of remembering such manners" He says with a deep laugh.
Of course the sister targeted the darksider, she was probably the sister's target to begin with. That left khan with the jedi master, A foe that he was happy to battle of course, though he would have been interested in a dual with a fellow student of the dark side.

As soon as the sister had advanced, beginning to circle the sith, The brother had been on the move, the low *click* *clack* of his heavy boots echoing throughout the docking bay as he approached. Suddenly the sister made ready to leap, Khan knew by her movements what was to follow, and before she had even left the ground, Khan's cybernetic legs kicked into overtime as he took off in a full sprint towards [member="Kahne Porte"], To his surprise the jedi did not strike out at him, but at the sister, throwing his hand forward in an attempt to push her away with the force. Even when his ally was a sith, The jedi chose to attack in the name of another's defense, a trait that puzzled khan.

As the jedi threw his hand out, Khan dashed forward, aiming to slam into the man with his shoulder before igniting his saber staff and holding it out in front of him, waiting for the jedi's reaction. "I would ask that you kindly do not interrupt the ladies' Dual again, Jedi" His tone was surprisingly neutral, his voice calm and serene, even amongst what was to be a theater of battle between two of the most conflicting parties in the galaxy's history, the light and the dark. Where The sister was the grace and fury of a rushing river, The brother was the crude but cold calmness of the mountainside, Only time will tell if such a pair would prove compatible in the service of the empire.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

[member="Vanessa Vantai"]

The Sith judged correctly and a pair of war droids and their riders screeched in pain as smoke sizzled from the droids who struggled to fly deeper into the hangar, away from the arcs. Electricity danced over the weak deflector shield of Ain, giving him just enough time to flee the bolts, loosing a congealed stream of plasma from its shockwave generator rods at the Bloodtroopers and their leader. Blaster bolts from the others glanced off the beskar plates of the droid, alerting the old Mandalorian that the shields were down and they were fighting armor only.

"Don't let her her target us with that lightning," he shouted over the roar of combat. He received a few affirmatives and the fight began anew. He didn't know if the pair of droids that had been zapped earlier would come back, but from the sounds of fighting deeper in the hangar he assumed they would eventually. With a grimace behind his T-shaped visor he hefted his blaster carbine from the weapon holster tubes on the droid and loosed several bolts at the Sith troopers, Atin hovering slowy from side to side, blasting away with its own weapons.

"I've been waiting a long time for this, you fallen Mandalore… Ever since you tried to roast me alive. I'll gladly return the favor!"

That drew his curiosity. She didn't look like any Sith he'd fought before, and he definitely didn't remember roasting any Sith on a spit. He shrugged and fired at her now, encouraging his war droid to move closer to her.

 

[Onrai]

Space
Enemies: [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

Vanessa gave a brief smile but did not let up with the lightning. Angered that the progress had been minimal, she would soon leap behind a wrecked TIE, the remaining bloodtroopers deflecting the blaster fire and finding their own defensive positions to use as well. There were multiple casualties on the side of the Imperials, with dead and injured stormtroopers and pilots around the hangar and likely dead and wounded Mandalorians having joined them. The three Basilisks would soon be somewhat rivaled as a pair of shielded TIEs arose from the hangar floor, the pilots within them having taken off. The fighters began to open fire on the two damaged Basilisks and their riders from somewhat close range, attempting to as well gain missile lock on the droids.

Pinned down behind the TIE wreckage, she would send a message to the Imperials who were for the time being safely isolated from the carnage in the hangar. "Are there any of those lightning rifles in the armory of this vessel?" She would yell over the sound of blaster fire.

The AI would respond before anyone else could. "A droid will be transporting a crate from the armory to the nearby turbolift containing lightning weaponry." The seemingly soulless sound of the AI made Vanessa cringe - how could Kaine have entrusted his vessel to such a thing? Regardless, she gave an affirmative before sending a message to the minds of her bloodtroopers.

Use your tractor beams to get that Mandalorian off his mount, and prepare to do the same to the others when they come back around.

Two of the bloodtroopers nodded an affirmative, and would peek out from their hiding place. With lightsabers helping to deflect blaster fire coming their way, they would both utilize the tractor beams within their palms to emulate the Force Push power, the push in question aimed at Gilamar in an attempt to dismount him from his droid. At the same time, Vanessa would utilize her Force Lightning against the Basilisk, the two other bloodtroopers joining in as she focused the electrical discharge onto the singular target of Gilamar's unshielded droid before them. If they could disable the behemoth, Vanessa would be able to significantly reduce the threat to the troops who were now her responsibility.

Only fortune would tell whether she succeeded.

 

[Kiff Brayde]

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ALLIES: [member="Vela Alya T'Ser Sipal"] [member="Atlas Drake"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Cuan Kunn"] | ORC​

ENEMIES: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Vanessa Vantai"] [member="Darth Morbus"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] | TSE​

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So far, the battle was going pretty good for anyone who happened to be in a Confederate ship. Kiff had to admit, he gave credit where credit was due for the reinforcements of the various fleets that seemed to be popping in and out of realspace. If the orbital field around Pantora hadn't already been in chaos, it easily was now. Although the crew of the Confederacy task force was intent on their mission, even a cheer went through the bridge of the Victator as the Sun Guard interdictor burst into flames. Kiff smiled, but inwardly cursed. He hadn't thought to bring any missile cruisers, and he could use them for some of the bigger Sith war cruisers that were actually putting up a fight against Kiff's attack.

As for the Imperial War Fleet itself, it was not a pretty picture. The commanders of the Outer Rim Coalition Navy knew what they were doing and with reinforcements, well placed casualty-concussion missiles, and a lot of gambling it seemed that the forces that the Sith had brought were dwindling by the minute. It didn't help to have three lines of Confederacy warships firing on their flank, either. The three prongs of the Confederacy pattern were almost in broadsides in, with the outer claws preparing to cut through the remains of the Sith fleet like a vibroblade through flesh. Not the prettiest of acronyms, but Kiff's old academy instructors would be soiling their uniforms if they could be here right now, to see the beautifully executed maneuvers.

Kiff stood at the helm of the Victator, watching the progression of the battle, ever attentive if anything could go wrong. Space warfare was a fickle thing; unlike terrestrial combat, in zero gravity there was no up or down. Just an empty void where your enemy could come fro any and every angle, exploiting even the smallest blind-spot or weakness. Scanner's were the spacer's best friend, and the captain's choice lover in these situations. It was a good thing that the Confederacy was equipped with scanners capable of extreme lovemaking. "High Marshal, something massive just reverted to realspace. We don't have visual identification, but initial readings put an estimate at an hyperspace-worthy object of anywhere from five thousand to fifteen thousand meters in length, sir." It was one of the comm-scan officers, and the reading made Kiff's heart beat faster. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, but he was unnerved. Although unusual, a scan glitch was a plausible thing that could happen even on a Confedracy battle cruiser; but the telemetry reading of a vessel that size meant something more problematic than a simple scan error.

Kiff marched over to the console of the comm-scan officer, hunching down and looking over his shoulder to see the large red dot where the blip had occurred. Far out, but scans showed it to have a clear angle at Kiff's formation; and it was a big dot. Kiff swallowed. It was just a scan error, he told himself, but something made him wary. The Victator had never experienced a malfunction in it's scan systems, especially one on the near magnitude as this one. "Scan for thermal signatures and emissions. If it was truly nothing, then nothing should show up." By this time Lieutenant Commander Jol had walked up behind Kiff, as the comm-scan officer began the manual scan. Kiff could hear the unasked question -- was he suggesting that a ship of that size had a cloaking device? -- and preferred not to answer it. Hopefully he was just wrong, and it was an error in the scan. When the readings showed positive, his heart sank even lower.

After a few minutes of entering numbers and readings, the officer cleared his throat and turned on his chair to face Kiff, their faces less than a meter apart. "High Marshal, it appears that there is some sort of object there with a propulsion system, at the very least. The good news is that we do know it's there, and have a better estimate on its size. The bad news is that size is somehwere between nine-thousand and twelve-thousand meters in length, and telemetry indicates that this very long object is heading in a straight line towards our formation. At very fast speeds."

Kiff swallowed, again. His mind was racing, but he seemed to be drawn to one conclusion. For what he was worth, Kiff was cocky and implusive, but he had instincts that he'd come to trust. And all of instincts told him that right now, whatever that thing was didn't want to be friends with his little task force. The clues seemed to fit together in a sort of weird, conspiracy-worthy puzzle. The speed of the object, the fact that it was cloaked -- it had to be cloaked, Kiff wasn't blind -- Kiff knew that this super star destroyer-sized object was either trying to broadside the left flank, ram his ships, or both. Kiff coughed, straightened his back, and stood up. It was times like these where he needed to command, and if some hot-headed captain thought that they could catch this hot-headed captain unawares, then they were wrong.

"Instruct all ships to increase as much power as they can to they thrusters. Once we are within the lines of the Sith fleet, whatever this cloaked battleship is would have to ram their own ships to reach us. Instruct the Star Destroyers and gunnery captains of the Victator to prepare for broadside exchange, and the left triad of Star Destroyers to prepare for evasive action. I also want the support ships of the left flank to break off, along with all bomber squadrons. Heavy Cruisers are to probe for this massive ship with whatever firepower they have and once we can get a picture of where this ship is, bomber squadrons will make as many passes as it takes to put a hole in the pretty hull of that ship. I know it's cloaked, but for an object that big it should be hard to miss, even if it's invisible. Escort fighters are also welcome to try their luck." Kiff listed out the orders, commands, and maneuvers breathlessly, taking no time to inhale. By the end of it, he was short of breath and had to take a moment to breath while Jol repeated the commands, various officers and lieutenant-somethings shouted their affirmations, and communications relayed the orders to the other ships in the task force. It was a hastily made plan, but there were solid truths in it. If the massive super star destroyer-sized ship did intend to ram the Confederacy line, they would have a hard time avoiding SIth ships at the same time. It almost fit in perfectly with his initial plan. Breathing more slowly now, he remembered the massive amount of Outer Rim Coalition ships that surrounded him. A thought crossed his mind -- why let his friends miss out on the fun?

Kiff motioned towards communications, and soon they put him on a frequency that the Confederacy shared with the Outer Rim Coalition. Not quite the same as a tightbeam transmission, but it'd do. "To any ships that are friends of the Confederacy of Independent Systems or the Outer Rim Coaltiion, this is High Marshal Kiff Brayde of the CNS Victator. At this moment, a Super Star Destroyer, presumably flown by a Sith commander, is cloaked from sensors and hurtling towards my line at ramming speed. I've used the emission readings to guess the approximate location of this ship, and at the moment cruisers and bombers are probing the exact location. IF there are any ships with their hands free in the vicinity, please, feel free to join the fun." Not the most rousing of speeches he'd given, but it would suffice. Hopefully.

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FLEET

Spoiler

• Invictus-class Battlecruiser
  ~ CNS Victator
• x8 Valiant-II class Star Destroyers
  ~ CNS Arkanis
  ~ CNS Valiance
  ~ CNS Valor
  ~ CNS Cherube
  ~ CNS Rocke
  ~ CNS Umber
  ~ CNS Forsworn
  ~ CNS Miranda
• x5 Nest-class Carriers
  ~ CNS Hardshell
  ~ CNS Rickrack
  ~ CNS Halllast
  ~ CNS Nordson
  ~ CNS Valliant
• x8 Augrim-class Heavy Cruisers
  ~ CNS Windbreak
  ~ CNS Retribution
  ~ CNS Doppelgänger
  ~ CNS Pamarthe
  ~ CNS Eshan's Memory
  ~ CNS Fury
  ~ CNS Judgement Day
  ~ CNS Requiem
• x2 Diamond Mk II Cruisers
  ~ CNS Lumberfall
  ~ CNS Barrium
• x4 Sigma-class Heavy Assault Dropships
  ~ CNS Cherobyl
  ~ CNS Dartmont
  ~ CNS Xavier
  ~ CNS Apecs

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[Shade of Decay]

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So she still had the strength to stand. That was good; it meant that she was at least trying.

"There you go," he mocked, as she started to walk towards him again, twirling her weapon. "Perhaps I was wrong, and you do have some ability to fight." Anything else he was prepared to say was cut off as she screamed, lunging forwards with a vicious thrust. And now the test truly begins. Fighting the overly-defensive instincts he had cultivated in the past, when his bladework was far sloppier than average, he waited as long as possible before moving to defend himself.

When the thrust came within inches of striking him, however, he finally allowed himself to move; with a quick spin of his wrist, his blade twirled in a quick arc, catching the tip of Iresias's weapon and turning it aside as he quickly stepped to his left, leaving Iresias extended off far past his outside line. Then with another step towards her, he transitioned from his parry into a moulinet, his blade twirling into a cut down at her extended arm.

[member="Iresias Sirax"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Defend the Light and the Plane
Allies: [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | [member="Yula Perl"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | [member="Romi Jade"]?
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"]

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He could feel the changes in the battle. Romi… maybe she wasn’t wrong? Maybe something else was up… He could feel her reaching out in the Force, strengthening, reinforcing the team. They were going to need that, what with everything coming down on them the way it was. Shaking his head, he looked between his team. They had to watch out for a lot today. This was a warzone he wasn’t even sure was possible.

“Keep your eyes open, I’m not sure… what that was.” He said about Romi, but he was turning to look at the problem at hand.

Carnifex.

For all that that Sith Lord was a blight on the galaxy, Starchaser did have to respect him. He lead from the ground, and without so much as a few elites and minimal spawn. Fighting Carnifex kept him on more even turf than fighting some of the other Sith leaders. “With the Dragons, we’re going to need all of is.” He said, lightsaber in hand.

Don’t miss. But then… Gripping the lightsaber, Coren knew what was going on. “If you toss us both… you’ll be here alone.” And who knew what this fight was going to turn into. The Jedi Master was doing his best to hold back the fire, but with the focus changing, he was relaxing, calling the Force to himself and re-evaluating the options. Yula had gone off, she'd be fine, right?

She better.

Dragons and Sith. This moon deserved better.

Trooper Cias Kunn, Twilight Company
Deployed with Alliance Pathfinders
Pantoran Capital

Lead the way indeed. The Sullustan of Twilight Company had been rotated from his group for the festivities. It didn’t mean he was not helping the cause. No, he was still aboard a starship and when the call came, he made his way to where he needed to be. Forming up with a Pathfinder team, he was given his typical loadout, funny how that worked based off your Alliance credentials, and was loaded up. This was a day of dragons and fire so far, but it didn’t have to end that way.

The Alliance, a glowing beacon of hope and protection. Once the Pathfinders were on the ground, they were moving forward, he had a repeater in his hand, and his concussion mission launcher strapped to his back. Keeping up with the team, he was used to this sort of thing. As they got into position, he saw the gathered Guard. And the team were calling up shots. “Marines, hang tight, Kunn, you’re up.” One of the combat engineers was already setting up an auto-turret as Kunn swapped his weapons. Checking the charge, he nodded.
Pressed against the wall, a quick turn and fire all that was needed, he waited for the countdown. As covering fire from across the road came in, he turned, and fired a concussion blast at the Guard, taking a few down, but scattering others. He fell back to cover and readied his repeater as the auto-turret came online, opening fire.

Definitely different than Twilight.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Objectve: What would [member="Fabula Caromed"] do?
Enemies: [member="Darth Prazutis"] and his three-headed lizard, which is somehow not an innuendo
Allies: [member="Zark"] among the dead, [member="Griet van Vliet"] among the living, most of the ORC in general
Location: Slim pickens riding the bomb into hell

"The problem with predicting the Coalition's tactics is that they have very rarely followed their own manuals, and show no signs of ever having read them."​

-Sith Lieutenant Drax Menris, Observations on the skirmish of Rhen Var​

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"The enemy can't know my plan if I don't"​

Vorhi Alestrani, Observations during a bar fight in Chadra-fan​

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The blind man grinned. They were finally paying attention. The problem is, that was the plan. He wanted their attention. He wanted their ire. And he definitely wanted it channeled to the missile he was riding. There was a gap between each of his breaths of storms. The Genocide that would ruin worlds with his gaping maws? The terror of a thousand empires? Death itself. Vorhi knew death. She was far more subtle than this fething lunacy.


Vorhi was a student of death. And conflict. He heard in the force, he saw he shadows. Visions of burned worlds. Shattered dreams. Millions of dead. Togoria, Druckenwell, Roche, Aleron, Daan, Coruscant. Corellia. Vorhi had seen it. and he'd see more. But the sick, truly mad thing was that he was used to it. He embraced it. He'd dance with death. The lightning bolt aimed at him. He leapt. One gap. One shot.


The missile burst as the lightning buckled through it. The blind idiot flew, the bundle on his back twitching as he loosened it, flailing in mid air, swinging it like a mace. Open mouth. One shot. On the upside, his target was huge, hard to miss. Down side, he'd be dangling from this damn thing's mouth until the bundle broke. This was dumb even for him. Still, he roared yet again. This time the language was palawan. One word. The same word. Echoing thorugh the eye of the storm.

"COWARDS!!!"​

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Vorhi was used to gambling his life like a thrice-damned fool. Truth is, he loved it. This kind of madness was just one big party. And he was gonna dance to the end of the road.

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/pShVxLXdXO4

Vorhi grinned like a madman--okay, as a madman--cackling as he swung from the scarf from the bundle aimed at the gaping, hungry maw of the genocide. Well, one of his maws. The missile wouldn't hit anything. Pity. Would've been funnier to hit all three heads at once, but they were actually paying attention now. Probably. Sadly, they were still looking with their eyes. And where this fight was going, they wouldn't need eyes....


They might need a little love and peace, though.

 

[WolfMortum]

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Location: Pantora's Capital, Assembly Exterior.​

Inventory: Heavy Battle-Armor, Promissium Annulos, Lightsabers of Svivren,​

Allies: The Outer-Rim Coalition, The Jedi Alliance.​

Opposition: [member="Kaine Australis"], The Sith Empire.​

Support: The Jedi Vanguard.​

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Kaine had successfully blocked Veiere's strike, though the Jedi Master had been testing his opponent, the lightsaber in his free hand having been stayed and otherwise not following through with a follow-up strike. The simple thrust of his primary hand had been enough to keep the Mandalorian's attention whilst the Vanguard around them had been engaging [member=Kaine Australis]' troopers.

Yes indeed, Veiere knew all too well the experience of his foe and Kaine enjoyed pointing this out, no doubt. The Mandalorian's attention turned however, as he aimed his weapon at one of Veiere's allied Jedi Wardens. It was an abrupt and impulsive decision from what Veiere had otherwise expected, and rushing forward in an attempt to intercept the shot, Veiere was too late to re-engage Kaine before the blast was fired, striking true with one of Veiere's own and sending them crashing to the ground.

Both of Veiere's lightsabers came at the former Warmaster now. His right handed blade moving to strike across the sword hand of Australis, aiming for the weapon itself in an attempt to cut through the hilt and disarm his opponent, whilst his second blade was plunged forward, another thrust aimed for Kaine's throat, a would-be killing blow if the Mandalorian wasn't fast enough to avoid the aggressive attack.


TSE: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Aut-X"], [member="Vanessa Vantai"], [member="Khonsu Amon"], [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
ORC: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Atlas Drake"], [member="Gray Venasir"], [member="Acaleus Thorn"], [member="Gilamar Skirata"], [member="Loreena Arenais"], [member="Cotan Sar'andor"], [member="Yula Perl"], @Vela Alya @T'Ser Sipal, [member="Cuan Kunn"]

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Equipment: Zaudraka, Lightsabre Pike, Imperator’s Raiment, SIF-7 Minos Vibrdagger, 2x Sonic Detonators. Speederbike, a Squadron of Blackblades.
[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] [member="Dax Fyre"]
Engaging: [member="Yula Perl"]

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The blasters and blades of blackblades shone brightly in the firelight. Vibroswords swiped and drew red, which spattered across the ground. Errand limbs fell to the grass and bolts of red burned organs to cinder as bodies fell, running, hiding, dying. The speederbikes swept through like a plague, cleaning up behind the dragons fiery breath.

Joycelyn was in the vanguard of the skirmish. She had her victim in her sights, lance aligned, and then he was gone.

Something heavy hung from the end of the songsteel shaft as she raised the point. She looked into the green eyes of a pink-skinned woman, hanging from her lightpike, seemingly safe. She could feel the force-presence of her new passenger, triggering a creeping heat from Zaudraka. Joycelyn’s eyes narrowed in response to her quip, more confused than anything. Banter had never been her strongest suit.

“Yeah? How ab-”

Yula did something to her speeder, making it sputter. In response, Joycelyn tugged on the accelerator. However, something was very wrong. The speeder’s nose rose into the air and corkscrewed, then flipped backwards. Joycelyn was flung from the seat and soared back through the air. She tried to correct herself in the air, but the armour hindered her from any advanced move.

Joyce landed on her back with a heavy thud and the sound of clanging metal. With a slap of her hand, she had broken the fall, but she was none the less prone. Scrambling after her fall, Joycelyn rolled over on her side and pushed herself up to a knee. She felt the pike-shaft on the ground, under her hand.

“Karking.” “I’m going to skewer you good, manasi.”

The blade and prongs of the spear sprung back to life as she grabbed the songsteel. The plasma burned into the ground, leaving black streaks and little shards of obsidian when she lifted the tip in the direction of Yula. A smile crept over her lips, eyes aglow with zealous hate.

Was it just her, or did this one look oddly familiar? It was as though she had seen someone like her before, or someone very similar. Something about lingerie.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Burnhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dsM4FM3MiK0

Location: City Outskirts
Allies: The Empire and the Sith | [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Tsisaar Taral"] [member="Kana Mikasa "][member="Khan Korynth"] [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Sar-Ka-Roi"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: Jedi and their ilk | [member="Amea Virou"] [member="Iresias Sirax"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Kimiko Taiyo"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Yula Perl"] [member="Griet van Vliet"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

'Kill.'

She sneered at the sight of towers wrought of steel and glass, the streets they loomed above either abandoned or crowded with soldiers of either side at every corner. Where was their force to save them, where was this unwavering fatih of the Jedi in the face of their most hated enemy? For all of their confidence, for all of their audacious jabs at the Empire in regions far from home, the coalition seemed little more than scared children making a last stand. So little was their faith in their protectors that the few that remained had evacuated, fled the overwhelming force of the Empire as it met their empty challenge with a real one. Braith, for her part, slowed to a stop and clipped her saber to her belt as the glimmer in her violet eyes began to shimmer and glow. Her posture shifted as she slid her feet apart, one forward and the other back, while her hands slowly began to raise up with her palms up and fingers uncurled as if she was lifting a great weight. Air rushed down towards her as a stream, her short hair flowing madly behind her, as she pulled her upturned hands towards her chest - holding them back as if she was pulling down on the heavens themselves.

'Kill."

The wind was cold, blasting the street with frosty air that fogged windows and sent tears streaming down her pale cheeks, but steadily dropped in temperature as the minutes dragged on. Her lips chapped, eyes stung with the pain of cold air as it dried them out and forced them shut, but still she held fast, her Firrerreon genetic makeup and golden orbalisk armor keeping her from suffering the worst of this frigid stream of air. As the flow of colder air from above continued, the rapid rise of the warmer air that had lingered below began, and the direction of her hands turned slowly until they were rotated outwards, facing away from her body. At first the wind died down, but as its roar quieted the heat rose - the temperature of the surrounding air climbing rapidly as she slowly began to push her hands forwards, upwards, back towards the skies above. A stream of hot air burst towards the heavens, adding further warmth to the skies above, and providing much-needed friction to cause the effect she was looking for.

'Kill.'

At last her hands were raised to their limits, arms stretched as far as she could reach, and her hands began to close into fists - the skies beginning to gray as the roaring stream of hot air ceased to be. Her eyes opened, focused and sharper than they had ever been before, with an expression spreading across her face that seemed distant, as if she was looking into something far from her - the sound of thunder in the distance echoing as she began to lower her hands back to her sides. She took a step forwards and the sound grew louder, closer, as the focus she held on the skies above went unbroken. It would still be some distance before she was close enough to see any real combat, unless someone sought her out, but it would be plenty of time for her arrival to speak for itself. A faint shimmer spread through the opaque clouds above, followed by the delayed clap of thunder and several droplets of water that turned into ten, into fifty, into a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, twenty.

'Kill.'

It began to drizzle as the clouds darkened to gray, heralded by the thunder and the lightning that shook the skies.

The storm had begun.

 

[Bryn Celli Ddu]

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Location: Behemoth
Allies: TSE and their allies
Enemies: ORC and their allies
Nearby: [member="Vanessa Vantai"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

When the order from Vanessa came, the cyborg found herself joining the fight with the incoming crate of lighting weaponry. Some might think of her as a droid, but that was far from the case. Bryn was a cyborg and originally human. That part of her would have been clearly visible, but she wore a mask to keep her features secret. She also wore a long jacket that had many pockets for weapons.

The woman did normally rely on them though and preferred to fight with her hands. Though she was well trained in the use of weapons. Covered from head to toe, there was no human flesh showing. What humanity she might have was buried by loyalty and duty. Opening the box in front of her, she decided it would probably be wise to have one of the weapons with her. Even if she never used it.

Shouldering one of the guns, she closed the box and soon enough the lift had reached its destination. Once the door opened, she shoved the box with her strength and raised that weapon. Hopefully, this attack would come as a surprise, she opened fire at the distracted enemy. If her bolts connected with him, he would surely feel the power of the electricity behind them.

 

[Iresias Sirax]

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The years of training herself, trying to build an understanding of the lightsaber and how she could adapt it to suit her in the heat of battle. It had all been for naught, for when it came to being engaged by another sentient mind, Iresias faltered and gave in to the more cathartic method of upfront animosity. As her blade was knocked aside once more, she found herself unable to keep track of the movements of her opponent; dazed and experiencing a bout of mental fog, her vision and coordination failing her as well.

Before she could understand or process the severity of her actions, her gaze fell to her right arm; there was nothing below the elbow, yet she could still feel a phantom sense of where a hand should be. Her body began to tremble violently as she pulled back the stump of a limb in shock, her expression being one of genuine sorrow. She was indeed weak, far more insignificant than what she thought of herself. She was nothing, and definitely ill prepared for the reality of war and the loss that accompanies it.

No, this was enough. She had been humiliated for a final time.

Iresias' gaze shifted towards the Sith, and as her right arm throbbed and pulsated with immense pain, she let out another scream of defiance as she lunged once again, but now using her crippled left hand; crushed and fragmented, bone protruding from the black of the glove as coagulating crimson oozed down her forearm and into the water at her feet. In a desperate bid, Iresias' impulsively unleashed the most aggressive shock-wave she could muster. As she did so, her left hand would be further destroyed. Bone fragments and flesh exploded outward, what remained gave the morbid semblance of a gory flower, glistening with wet strands of remaining muscle fiber and tendons.

She refused to lose as a coward or a weakling.

[member="Tsisaar Taral"]

 

[Zark San Tekka]

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The wall of light crashed over them, and Master Zark was bathed in a purifying fires.

Even the spirit's sight beyond sight was temporarily blinded by a miniature nova of raw celestial energy. In life perhaps he would have felt some remorse at so much destruction by his hand, even if the fallen were fanatical servants of a Sith Emperor. Now he was beyond such mundane trivialities as the Blackblade's broken command structure and what impact it might have over a single battle, they had not been his target. Zark reached out.

He could sense his comrades, the radical spirits who had been corrupted to the point of near oblivion by dimensional shamblers had been restored by the wave of ethereal light.

He could sense the broken rifts, where once an infinite army of nightmares beyond countenance was poised to cross impossible thresholds there were only psychic wounds, cauterized by the spirit ritual. He was too late to prevent the greatest of these abominations from coming through, generals of some malevolent cosmic intellect unlike anything the galaxy had suffered before.

He could sense the parasite. It was dead but not dead. Like a carrion creature it subsisted off the souls of the fallen. Was anything left of the man who had once been Braxus Zambrano in there? It reached out with a smoking hand, and Zark's mind was under siege.

“You dare?! You misunderstand young Jedi, I AM Death. I am the Final Moment made manifest. I replace defiance with death. I understand death on a level you couldn’t possibly comprehend, allow me to show you.”

This was the hypocrisy of the Sith.

For all their talk of a glorious bloodline and self-determination, Zark had seen enough of history to know that their empires always ended up like this. Endless death camps, entire worlds aflame, populations too broken and miserable to dare challenge the insanity of their rule. This was their dream of a better galaxy. It was why he had to win. The sensation was still overwhelming, and the Sith spirit of [member="Darth Prazutis"] ripped the precise location of his holocron from his mind.

Unnatural storm clouds boomed on the horizon, sorcery conjured by the Emperor's comrades no doubt.

“I see you. Your time in this world has come to an end Jedi, your soul will belong to me.”

That's when he felt it.

Orto Plutonia erupted with psychic energy above them. Before the Jedi Master had felt powerless in his adversary's grasp, but now found that with enough effort he could break free. His fellow spirits who had been driven to madness at the mere sight of the Elder Things and their corporeal master's truest form were clear of mind once again. Zark reached out, and felt the minds of a million Talz reach back. Their shamans must have sensed a grave spiritual imbalance on the nearby moon, and were now guiding their tribes and villages in directing waves of positive energy to counteract the disturbance.

There is no death. There is only the Force.

Though the skies darkened over the capital, where the wall of light had scoured the earth no shadow would linger. Rays of supernal light reflected off the Talz homeworld, bathing their surroundings in a righteous glow which wrestled for dominance with the outer dark.

A circle of lances ignited, and those souls which had survived the wall of light ritual rushed in to join Zark and his surviving first wave. Even empowered by the shimmering planet above, the Elder Things annihilated any who lingered too close or beheld them for too long. Raising his still forming energy lance to the sky, a powerful surge of energy crashed like lightning into its tip, and the Jedi brought the empowered blade down with everything he had in an arcing slash aimed for the Parasite Lord's spirit form.

 

[Yula Perl]

Objective: Fight the big woman
Location: Pantora surface
Nearby? allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]| [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]| [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | [member="Romi Jade"]
Engaging: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

Much to Yula’s delight, her attempt at technopathy had been successful. Most technopaths used their ability to persuade machines to operate differently, but Yula used it to blow things up. So, this was a win in her book.

Her victory was short lived when she realized that she was still technically attached to the pike, which was attached to the big woman, who was attached to the speeder. As he opponent lost control and the vehicle and was tossed through the air, so was Yula. Her collar slipped from the tip of the pike at the big woman’s apex of her fall, catapulting the Zeltron further into the air where she landed on the ground a handful of meters away. Laying face down, Yula groaned from the painful impact and clambered to her feet. She’d tried to roll to avoid some of the shock, slamming her nose against the hard, torn ground in the process.

“Uggh..” Groaning, she dabbed at the blood seeping from her nose and pulled back her hand to inspect it. The pitter-patter of rain drops gradually became apparent, the fires around them beginning to extinguish. Remembering where she was, Yula spun in her heel to find her opponent, which made her dizzy for a few moments.

There she was, momentary hindered like herself but no worse for the wear. “Mana-what?” Her tone was questioning, eyes narrowing in confusion. “Wait, no, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m not a man—see?” Using both hands, she pointed at her own chest as the lightsaber pike dug into the ground, leaving behind scorched earth and the smell of heat. Her hands dropped to her sides, dumbly. “Oh,” she said quietly, feeling a shudder run though her once she caught the look of fervent loathing in the other woman’s eyes.

Her posture sobered into something more trained, more stern as she reached down to her belt to retrieve the saber hilt that hung there. The orange blade ignited with a glow that mirrored the dying flames around them. “I’ve gotta say, manasi.” Yula couldn't help the crooked grin that came next. “I’m used to fighting spacer trash and masked minions. You’re probably my prettiest opponent yet.”

 

[WelshPsych]

Location: Space above Pantora
Allies: ORC and allies
Enemies: Sith and friends
Objective: Shoot bad ships

Things were going well from what Yuroic could tell from his very limited view in his starfighter. His ship was shooting down Sith opponents and he was having a blast pushing the engine and the capabilities of the ship to use. His engine whirled in good use, staying strong as he shifted around the battlefield, avoiding the debris and such from the much bigger ships battling themselves. The starfighters were his main focus. Yuroic's ship was nimble and could try firing at a capital ship but the turbolasers were more likely to tear him to shreds before he could do any significant damage.

Making a few adjustments, Yuroic tried locating the next batch of Sith starfighters that needed to be taken care of. Yuroic found them and made his moves to get into an attacking angle, triggering the weapons, he fired upon the ships. Darting around as he attacked the enemy starfighters best he could. Moving away, Yuroic realised that he was being followed by an opponent. "Ack, now I got to do that fancy flying!" Yuroic grumbled as he took the wheel and steered away from the enemy fighter.

 

[Griet van Vliet]

Location: Pantora capital city
Equipment: In signature
Allies: ORC [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]
Enemies: Sith [member="Braith Achlys"]

Under the thunderstorm that was brewing, the enemy swiftly moved to a different neighborhood, apparently in search of more Pantorans to kill or to capture. In the meantime, despite the pain from the recoil of firing a nine-shot volley, she wasted no time in discreetly navigating that new thunderstorm since she could feel some dark presence that she feels she could snipe. But that presence in question was well outside burst-firing range. For this reason, she reverted to sniper rifle mode. These Sith, if these are, in fact, Sith, often expect Jedi to fight face-to-face, or to themselves fight face-to-face, but often the most fearsome enemy is one that doesn't need to have a direct line of sight on the target to kill it, much less having to see the whites of the targets' eyes, she thought. Whatever that dark presence is, I must maintain a minimum distance from it at all times; in fact, they won't even suspect it's a Jedi firing at it. So, while encumbered somewhat and feeling as if she was punched to the chest in quick succession, she sought to get within the right distance to fire at that new dark presence she is made to feel.

In fact, once she managed to get within sniping range of whatever that dark presence is (Braith), after a few moments spent closing in, she swiftly put herself into position from behind cover so that she had as clear a shot as was feasible at this long a range, with an armor-piercing sniper rifle firing Umbaran electromagnetic plasma whose muzzle velocity was the same as that of a point-defense gun. Now that she got into position to take a steady aim, well, as steady an aim as was feasible with a thunderstorm brewing in the vicinity, it was time for her to concentrate and make sure her Force-sight was as clear as was possible. Yes, the sniper mode of her rifle was accurate enough to pick off that sort of humanoid-sized target from several kilometers away, just that at that long range, the tiniest deviation can cause her to miss the mark, even with a free-floating barrel, even with microrepulsors. But she had no room for error anymore, even with the blast radius of the Umbaran EM plasma round being greater than the target. And after minute adjustments, what feels like a trick shot (then again she knew that sniping was often a matter of highly precise trick shots when anything was fired) was finally fired at that Sith.