Operation Downfall: Carida [One Sith vs. Republic]

[Kian Karr]

Location: Spinara Plateau near Carida Academy
Objective: Prepare for Battle, Protect the Republic
Allies: Talon Vosra Ki'an Karr Tugoro Taidarious and the Republic
Enemies: One Sith

Ki'an had been meditating in the force for some time. Reciting the Jedi Code, Ki'an felt calm and was beginning to experience a deeper connection to the force when he was suddenly overcome with a feeling of revulsion. Ki'an felt almost physically sick by the feeling that washed over him through the force. He'd experience something like it before, when he'd been near someone dying, but never had he experienced it in such magnitude before. It was as if vast numbers of people were dying. Looking up around at the horizon and then up at the sky, everything on Carida seemed peaceful....and yet.

Ki'an turned to Jedi Master Talon Vosra. He hadn't been Master Vosra's apprentice for long, but he had already began to develop a deep respect for the Jedi's wisdom and understanding of the force. He had also been glad to see that he would be training with exceptional padawans. "Master Vosra, what is that?" Ki'an finally asked, breaking the long, meditative silence. He wasn't sure if he was right to speak out after they had been assigned the task of meditating, but Ki'an couldn't shake the feeling and he hoped his master would have some answer. The uneasy feeling in his stomach was making it near impossible for him to go back into his meditative trance.

[member="Vala Melina"] [member="Talon Vosra"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

TODO: Exterminate the Rodent [member="Anaya Fen"]
STARRING: [member="Ashin Varanin"]
GUEST STARRING: [member="Evelynn Zambrano"]

Spencer picked up on this hunger Anaya had stirring within her as she looked towards Ashin. The feeling was similar to something that Spencer felt, but for Spencer it was something deeper than that. An eyebrow twitched as she stood there watching and listening to the woman proclaim the joy of Chaos. This only proved Spencer's theory on the simplicity and one track mind Anaya Fen had or to what Spencer had experienced with the woman. Pleasure and Chaos were synonyms for the woman. Either way, despite her words Spencer had a feeling she knew exactly why Anaya had decided to stroll up to this area of the City.

“Don't call me that. So you're going to just sit here and watch as Ashin beats Evelynn with a stick? I'm sure there is far better Chaos for you watch. Or is there another reason Anaya? For as long as I've known you – what comes out of your mouth isn't anywhere near what's going on in your head.”

Every fight they had it ended in stalemate. Spencer tilted her head she remembered the fight when Anaya came with Moridin, if Ashin hadn't of been blasted off into hyperspace than it was quite possible in Spencer's mind she wouldn't be talking to the Twi'lek right now. The blonde wrinkled her nose as she briefly remembered the other moments they had shared. Every time met with some sort of regret, but at least after it all she was reassured who she belonged too and who belonged to her. A smirk cracked her frown as she chuckled, "Or have you come to finally be exterminated?"

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: Space between the two fleets
Objective: Survive the dogfight
Opponent: [member="Ryan Korr"]

The Sith acolyte was well aware of the bad position he had put himself into, as well as the fact that it would be very difficult to get out of it and survive. True, the Defender was quick and nimble, enough to shake even an A-Wing in its heyday...but this wasn't its heyday, it was eight centuries past its heyday. The Shrike could outmaneuver him, mostly negating his only real advantage: raw firepower. If he could just get one of them in front of him, even for a brief instant, the Defender's weapons systems would make short work of a Shrike. Of course, doing so wasn't going to be easy - both he and his foe were force sensitive, so attempting to outwit the other would be far more difficult than the rookies he had encountered earlier in the battle.

Fortunately, he had one ace up his sleeve that he could rely on. Having studied history extensively, he knew of a weapon concept known as the "shadow torpedo", which was essentially a proton torpedo without a guidance system or propellant charge, allowing the Jedi to make stealthy attacks against their targets during the Second Galactic Civil War. While not shadow torpedos, the proton torpedos equipped to his Defender could very easily be guided by the force as well. It probably wouldn't shoot the opposing fighter down, but it could buy him enough time to open up the distance.

As Albrecht continued to tighten his turn, he visualized the two Shrikes in his mind with the force, picking up their location as the amount of seconds he had remaining before they would achieve a lock counted down. Slowly but surely, the image became clearer until his train of thought was interrupted by the missile lock alarm. That would have to do, he thought, as he pulled the trigger to fire off a pair of proton torpedoes.

"Think fast, Jedi!" he taunted on an unencrypted channel, where his opponent could hear him, as the proton torpedoes left their launch tubes. He shifted his focus to them, and with a great deal of strain, forced the projectiles to turn around and barrel their way towards the fighters behind him. It was the most mentally-demanding feat he had accomplished with the force while in combat, but it would have to work, or he was as good as dead. In the hopes that the distraction worked, he suddenly snap-rolled and started to dive towards Carida's atmosphere. hedging his bets that if he were shot down in the atmosphere, he might at least have a greater chance of survival than he would in space, where he would, at the most, hold out for a couple of hours before his flight suit's oxygen runs out.

 

[Caulder Dune]

CARIDA CITY SPACE PORT
OBJECTIVE: Beat up [member="Tahira Solo"]

"Oh, wow, look who that is." Tyrin said to the sergeant he had been conversing with, noting the entrance of a familiar looking dame.

It was difficult to remember the last time Tyrin had been engaged in a meaningful duel. Metalorn had been meaningful only as much as it had been humiliating. A master illusionist springing a byzantine trap that ultimately left Tyrin in critical condition. All because he had been too high-strung to come up with a reasonable strategy for dealing with an illusory maze... And perhaps a self-destructive desire to delivery condescending speeches. Like a true dramatic villain. This one, this unnamed woman had been there. She had also been at Olvan to stop him from executing a terrorist attack for his friend, but that was a different and probably uninteresting story.

He had learned a lot since those days. At least, he liked to think so.

Darth Janus' ridiculous golden mask broke off its stare at Tahira, focusing back on the sergeant. "Go take the rest of the men and finish up. I'll handle this one."

The soldier nodded, leaving through the door that Tyrin and the rest of his thus-far offstage company had presumably come through. The Umbaran unclipped his lightsaber from his belt, the crimson blade igniting with its uncanny snap-hiss as he faced Tahira. There was a good bit of distance between the two, but Tyrin had no intention of closing the gap. Tyrin stood there silently for a few moments. Admittedly, he was rife with anticipation, to the point where he looked like he was flickering and twitching underneath that armor of his.

"Come on now, let's get this over with. I've got other things to handle."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

To Do: Play Cat and Mouse with [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Featuring: [member="Ashin Varanin"] & [member="Evelynn Zambrano"]

"No, pusscat, this isn't Chaos." she waved a hand at Ashin and Evelynn, totally ignoring Spencer's request to stop calling her a cat "This is...well feth knows what this is." she shrugged eyes glittering with mischief. She held the blonde cats gaze for a moment before sliding off the table. "I could be honest with you, and tell you why I'm really here, but you have such bad trust issues, where we're concerned, that you wouldn't believe me anyway. In fact I could have already been honest with you, but you will never know for sure."

A hand moved to undo the clasp at her throat, letting her cloak fall to the ground. Just in case. "If you were going to exterminate me, you would have done it a long time ago. Think of the opportunities you've had, Spencer. Those times we've shared together. You could have exterminated me at any point. But you didn't, and you're not going to today either. The Chaos is just beginning and I'm not going to miss the grand finale. The show will go on without me of course, but I'd very much like to see my work come to its fruition."

 

[The End Narrator]

Location: Carida Military Academy
Objective: Defense
Allies: You don't shoot at me or try to saber me, you'll live to see tomorrow...or you're Republic.
Enemies: Anything Sith affiliated, Came with a Sith or recites the Code of the Sith.

Aaralyn Rekali was amused, yes it was something that happened quite often. In this particular case, she was amused that a single fighter decided to line up and take a shot at her. In his mistake, she snatched him out of the sky like a frog would a fly. This amusement, oddly enough wasn't a sensation of dark, but one of disbelief. Why would someone try something like that? To scare her? Fear was not in her nature.


That is all Aaralyn could use to describe the sound of the engines whining of the fighter hanging overhead of her. Her gloved right hand out infront of her, cupped just slightly as if she were cradling something that was fragile. The ungodly sound of engines being pushed to the maximum limitations emanated from the fighter as the pilot scrambled to get free from the invisible hand that held his ship in place. The ripples of Force energy unseen by the norm but apparent to those like herself, cradling the ship in a chaotic swirl. Aaralyn slowly began to curl her grip inwards as the ship continued to whine and eventually start smoking, the grinding noise of metal and the subtle cracking of plastic undertone the stressed engine.


The faint yelling and screaming of the pilot within got louder as he made his escape through the hatch of the starfighter and had no other choice but to jump to his death or be crushed. She shrugged off the death of the man, feeling no sorrow or pity for someone who made the choice to serve evil and with a simple thrust of her hand, tossed the starfighter like it was trash. Her right hand motioned to the left, throwing the Force energies to the side, the fighter tumbled through the air and caught a dropship on the wing just as it was coming in. The dropship suddenly lost control and spun into the concrete jungle below in a fiery ball and a loud explosion. She could feel the death of the crew and the individuals within the dropship through the Force, their presences fading into netherworld of the Force. Her hand slowly fell to her side as the explosions and loud blaster fire continued to ring out into the horizon, a sigh escaping her lips as it did. She watched the flareups from the Academy tower, eyes sparkling with each explosion and ripple of anti-air blaster fire or starfighter engagement.


She turned swiftly and walked across the duracrete catwalk towards the main building, hands down at her side, cloak billowing behind her like an angry storm cloud. Things were isolated here and there now, but were about to get nasty really fast as they pressed forward with their advancements. Though this didn’t seem as hard pressed as Coruscant did, perhaps it was because they were ready this time. Who knew, there were answers in the Force she would have to contemplate on, but now wasn’t the time.

[member="Kiskla Grayson"]
[member="Popo"]
[member="Ryan Korr"]

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Space between the two fleets
Objective: Interception/Superiority
Hostile: Albrecht Tagge

The youthful padawan bore a great weight that seemed at odds with his tender years. Almost out of his teenage years, there was a certain hard set to Ryan's jaw that told of where he had been and what he had endured. While no one of his years could be called a veteran, he certainly would not be labeled a greenhorn.

Waiting and listening for just such a maneuver, Ryan felt the disturbance in the Force a moment before his opponent's voice issued over the comm. So... he was an actual Sith. Ryan hadn't known that. The warning - for it acted more as a warning than a threat - coupled with the premonition allowed Ryan to dip his agile craft down. A pair of dark shapes whipped over the cockpit, just narrowly missing his fighter as it darted beneath the projectiles. Had they been radar guided or heat-seeking projectiles Shorn and his ship would be in a million different places right now. As it stood they were more or less dumbfire, guided by the Force, but as soon as the opponent had fired and reoriented the missiles he hadn't bothered to course correct them.

Korr's brows drew together as he reoriented his starfighter. His wingman was unharmed. Red Four had been situated ahead of the bandit and to the left, in front of the bogey's the 3-9 line. The hostile had sent the torpedoes behind his 3-9 line and at Ryan's vessel, leaving Red Four unhindered.

The distraction worked. Ryan had to pull out of the tight turn. However, the enemy vessel was now heading straight toward the planet. It might have been a smart move at the beginning of the fight, but with both Ryan and Red Four behind him in faster, nimbler fighters armed with concussion missiles the tactical decision might as well have been a suicide attempt.

Red Four had hit the boards and decelerated after the bandit broke out of the turn and dived toward the planet. In a straight line. Missiles love straight lines.

"Fox Two! Fox Two!" Red Four's voice broke across the encrypted comms. Ryan watched the blue contrails of two Hellbender concussion missiles - starkly outlined in the blackness of space - as they shrieked from his wingman's launch tubes and headed straight for the bandit's six.

This was why having a wingman was important. If you screwed up, he would be there to back you up.

Ryan hit the throat and dived after the TIE Defender. With the hostile flying a straight line, a dive, he presented a target that Ryan just couldn't resist. Ryan waited until he entered the weapons envelope minimum range for the concussion missiles and squeezed the trigger once, releasing his own missile with a cry of "Fox two!"

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: Carida - Upper Atmosphere - Descending Rapidly
Objective: Survive
Enemy: [member="Ryan Korr"]

As Albrecht continued his dive into Carida's atmosphere, he took a moment to plan his next move. The missiles on his six o'clock were of no concern to him, as he dove into Carida's atmosphere had been partly in anticipation of another missile salvo; thanks to his TIE Defender's shields, he knew his ship could easily handle the stresses of reentry, even with the engines at full power in a ninety-degree vertical dive straight down to the deck, but the missiles fired at him were never designed to handle the heat or structural stress of reentry. As long as he didn't slow down, those missiles were going to self-destruct long before they reached him, and sure enough, after a few tense seconds, they detonated harmlessly about a quarter of a kilometer behind him.

The only problem was of course dealing with the two Shrikes on his six. His plan to accomplish this, of course, made use of the terrain in the area of the planet below, that being the northern polar region. Massive glaciers covered this part of the planet, with many crevices and caves in which even a force-sensitive pilot would be pushed to his limit to fly through without crashing. Continuing to accelerate downwards, his fighter tore through the clouds at the top of the stratosphere, and after a brief moment, the glacial ice below came into view, and was approaching his viewscreen fast. Just ten kilometers to go before impact...nine...eight...seven...six...five...

NOW! he thought as he fired another pair of proton torpedoes, again unguided, into the glacial ice directly in his path, blasting a massive hole in the surface and throwing up a massive cloud of steam, into which his fighter disappeared, seemingly without a trace. There was no secondary explosion, so it would be clear that he hadn't crashed, but to follow him into the crevice at that sort of speed would be suicidal for most pilots. If the Republic pilots DID follow him into the hole he had blasted in the ice, they would see his TIE Defender pretty much skimming a body of frigid water at the very base of the crevice - one had to wonder where he learned to fly like this.

 

[Louise]

WHERE: Carida City
WHO: [member="Ashin Varanin"], [member="Spencer Jacobs"], [member="Anaya Fen"]
WHY: What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no mo'.

Knock her the feth out?

Do you want rid of me? Don't you love me, Ashin? The woman was snared, offering no resistance to the lightsaber hilt that cracked against her temple. Naturally this caused the the woman to drop like a sack of potatoes. There's no brain in the world that enjoys being rattled in there, it tends to cause things like unconsciousness, permanent damage and comas. Nobody wants a coma.

Everything went black, for approximately three and half seconds.

A fair amount of time given that long bouts of unconsciousness can lead to awful consequences. Good for story, bad for brain. If you're out cold for more than five minutes then I'd call the ambulance, because you've just received a Force damned traumatic brain injury and there's probably bleeding.

From on her back Evelynn rolled onto her stomach, eyes rolling around with a slight case of disorientation. A hand reached out, grasping for Ashin's right foot like a pain-obsessed zombie.

Are you having F U N?

The girl's wretched form convulsed violently, a dry rasping escaping her throat. The mute was laughing, and if the way her body shuddered indicated anything, it was that this laughter was violent.

I'm having the T I M E offff M Y liffffe.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Location: Carida City Starport
Allies: @Turin Val Kur | @Ilias Nytrau | @Tahira Solo | ALL REPUBLIC
Enemies: ONE SITH

Rosa bowed her head, cheeks flushing with shame as Ilias rested a hand on her shoulder, urging her to calm herself. She relaxed beneath her hand and drew in a deep breath, exhaling slowly letting go of her momentary panic, before looking up again. "My apologies, Master Nytrau." There was a lesson here, a lesson that she had been avoiding for far too long, but something she would have to contemplate when they were not faced with a Sith army. Drawing on the calm of the two masters, she found her focus and rebuilt her mental barriers, blotting out the fear and pain of those around her. She nodded, finally, telling Ilias she was ok as Turin's voice piped up from the comm link in her hand.

"Yes, Ilias is with me, I can see the ship." She nodded to Tahria as the woman left her and Ilias, her hand snatching the tossed comm from the air. "We'll start getting some supplies back inside. Be careful Turin. And stay in touch." She clipped the two comms to her belt and looked to the Master healer once more, a brief smile flickered across her face then she turned for the door, putting on a burst of force speed to carry her out into the landing bay. She trusted that Ilias would follow.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Evelynn Zambrano"]

Three and a half seconds unconscious, two to roll over and grab Ashin's ankle. For the neophytes and Jedi Councilors out there, that's five and a half seconds. More than enough time to prepare a more permanent solution. She's always appreciated the underrated nature of lightning. She'd studied once with a Sith who specialized in electricity, a man who claimed he knew the perfect amperages and voltages to produce unconsciousness or pain. Certainly she'd been better at inducing unconsciousness after training with him, and that was her goal now -- shock Evelynn into a prolonged enough state of zzzz that Ashin could find a really durable solution. Granted, she'd have preferred to do this with a straightforward Force choke, but a choke left you able to think for a while, and electrical shock most certainly did not.

Electric judgment poured out of her booted ankle and foot, through the hand which gripped them.

 

[Louise]

WHERE: Carida City
WHO: [member="Ashin Varanin"], [member="Spencer Jacobs"], [member="Anaya Fen"]
WHY: I'm not ready for bed!

Ah, the Nemene special. Zap attack. Revenge of the sizzle.

Unfortunately through convulsion Evelynn could do naught to release her grip from the woman's boot. Her entire being was enveloped in needles, juddering incapacitating needles. It could only spell game over for the the Sith who had, up to this point today only held dark intentions. It would have been a lie to say that the girl didn't enjoy her time spent bonding with Ashin but it definitely wasn't top ten material.

There was no passion, no fire. This woman only wanted to incapacitate and nothing more. There was no soul.

Sleep would come.

Nnnn....nno...

Are you going to give up, Louise? Are you a man? Or are you a mouse?! You can't do this. It's not outlandish to defend yourself, it's not offensive to fight! But you can't do that. Stop being so afraid of slighting other people! That's wrong. Forget other people! You're wrong. YOU ARE A STRONG INDEPENDANT WOMAN AND YOU DON'T NEED NO MAN!

...nnNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH!

Welcome the ironic, the instinctive, the unexpected. Through willpower, through pain, through sheer gritted teeth and blood-boiling excitement the woman screamed. Through the Force, of course. A terrible noise that didn't distinguish through friend and foe. All of the despair, the hardship and torment that had been stockpiled over such a terrible existence released in a single burst.

 

[J3C0]

Space
[member="Ayden Cater"]
The problem with Hyper Veloctiy guns was of course that they could really only fire in a straight line. It was how they were designed after all, so as soon as the massive capital ships turned it was quite simple to calculate where exactly the Hypervelocity guns would fire, and what their target would be. With that knowledge in mind, it was a simple thing to counter the guns actually firing.

Once the ship was lined up with its target, the massive fire fighter screen in part broke off. The regular TIE series fighters gathered in a clump of thirty, directly in the trajectory of the Hypervelocity guns firing arc. The shot rang out...or rather quietly made no sound as it was shot through space. The slug struck the gathered fighters in a massive explosion, tearing them apart and obliterating nearly half of them before bursting through and striking the cruiser behind.

Pushed off its trajectory by the clump of fighters what remained of the slug tore through the side of the Immobilizer cruiser, ripping apart its hull and exposing its insides to space, cutting its engines and rendering it completely immobile, ironic. The ship's gravity well projectors ceased function.

The Admiral looked out the viewport grimly, staring at the ship before returning his attention to the fleet ahead.

“Fire full Proton torpedo salvo at those Indomitable Star Defenders. Take them down.” His voice was hard, he wanted those ships taken out of the fight.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

CARIDA CITY
TO DO: [member="Evelynn Zambrano"]
Feat. [member="Spencer Jacobs"] and [member="Anaya Fen"]

A Master-level mental specialist's Force scream, point blank, was not something to shrug off. Not only did the lightning cease, not only did Ashin's full-body nimbus of protection falter, but she actually staggered. Oh, she'd taken far more focused and comprehensive mental assaults in her time, she could take the hit and keep working, that much was simple enough -- this was the first hit she'd had to take today -- but ready as Ashin had been, Evelynn had still made a serious dent.

Feth that.

"Go to sleep, kid," she said through gritted teeth, and Force Light exploded from her fists, one holding the deactivated lightsabre, the other clutching her gimer stick. Ben Watts hadn't taught her this technique so much as implanted it directly into her brain, made it instinctive. Some claimed Force Light could destroy anything of the Dark Side, and even if the balance of history showed otherwise, this ray aimed to wash away Evelynn's connection to the Dark Side, and hopefully stun her into syncope. Against a full-power, well-prepared Master, it wouldn't have worked. Against someone who'd taken the hits Evelynn had...well, that was anyone's guess, considering how much joy she got out of pain. Maybe she'd even get a kick out of having her soul scoured down to the raw by the Jedi equivalent of a biker with a flaming skull for a face.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Space between the two fleets
Objective: Returning to combat air space
Hostile: Albrecht Tagge

"No joy. Separate, Red Four," Ryan growled into the comms, watching the missiles burn away in reentry as the bandit headed into the planet's atmosphere. "Let him run. We need to regroup with our squadron."

"Copy that, Red Three. Those corvettes are some assets we can't afford to lose and these intel reports don't look so hot."

"Affirmative."

The two Shrikes wheeled around and headed for the combat space around the corvettes where the rest of Red Squadron was waiting. The single TIE wasn't a high value target. Pursuing him into atmosphere to get one kill, though the Shrike would perform even better due to its streamline design, would be a bad call that logistics would never forgive him for, especially considering he was just here on TDY.

Ryan technically wasn't even a part of the Republic military, just a Jedi pilot assigned to the squadron. Maybe one day he could form an all Jedi squadron, but they just didn't have that priority right now.

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: Carida - Lower Atmosphere
Objective: Return to Darth Shara's Flagship to rearm
Enemies: None (for the moment)

Confident that he had shaken his pursuer, Albrecht pulled up sharply and fired his third pair of proton torpedoes, blasting a hole in the glacial ice and starting a steep climb back out of the atmosphere. He was down to a single pair of proton torpedoes, not enough for an attack run on the Republic or Protectorate warships. He would need to rearm before he could take the fight back to the Republic, and that meant having to head all the way back to his master's flagship. Besides this, his other concern was the well-being of his squadron; he had only done this in the hopes that his squadron had survived the encounter with the Shrike squadron.

"Bloodfin Leader to all 71st Fighter Squadron units, report your status" Albrecht spoke into his coms.

"...Reading you loud and clear, Bloodfin Leader, all units present and accounted for! We thought you were splashed when you disappeared from our scopes - did you lose those bandits?" answered Bloodfin Two. The acolyte let out a relieved sigh and let himself relax slightly, a contented smile on his face for the first time in days. His gamble had worked: his entire squadron had survived. Contrary to what some might be led to believe, the fact that Albrecht took the most pride in wasn't his kill tally, as impressive as it was by this point, but that, as of the present, he hadn't lost a single wingman or squadron member in combat. A perfect record like that was unheard of in recent galactic history, and he intended to keep that record relevant.

"Roger that, Bloodfin Squadron, RTB to rearm" he ordered as his TIE Defender cleared the atmosphere and accelerated into space towards the allied flagship. After some time, the rest of the squsdron formed up on him to cover each other until such a time as all of them could return to the flagship's hangar.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Objective: Land aboard the Star of the Republic
Location: On route to Republic capital ship via boarding craft.
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Alicia Drey"]
Enemies: [member="Popo"], The Republic Forces
"We need to adjust our target. The chancellor is on Board the Star of the Republic." Kentarch shouted to the pilot.

In the swarm of starfighters and blazing turbolaser fire, the small boarding craft and its fighter escorts screened itself in the ensuing onslaught of Sith forces. Unsupported or not the assault may be, it only had one objective, Get the Sith Lord on board. The fighter escort took up a wedge formation in front of the ship Kentarch was on, so the fighters would be hit first but any fire or tractor beams. In the confusion between the Republic ships and Ayra's assault, the small formation came diving in firing at the hangar doors with everything it had. "Were coming in fast." Shouted the pilot over the comms. "Prepare for a combat landing."

Darth Kentarch suited up in a pressurized suit and grab and AJP-400 jet pack the marines had taken with them. One way or another He was getting on the Heart of Coruscant. "When we get aboard." Kentarch said. "Kill everything."

 

[Tahira Solo]

[member="Darth Janus"]

Golden-masked axis of evil meet TK specialist and healer who enjoys long walks on the beach. She could've shouted out about last time meeting and her husband beating him up with illusion. But she wasn't that cocky.

"We've gotta stop meeting like this," voice rang out clear from her parted lips, chestnut-hair swaying slightly against her shoulder in the light breeze. Was it a beauty shot? Kriff no. Her messed up and haphazardly done ponytail and torn jacket was enough to say homeless jedi.

It was clear he wasn't going to leave so she didn't ask him to.

With only the acute control a master healer could deliver, she wrapped the force around the fist and wrist of his lightsaber bearing hand and sought to snap and guide it back so he would hit himself with his fist-saber-wrist into his mask over and over again.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Carida City
Objective: Eliminate sniper
Allies: [member=Doc] and Republic and Co.
Enemies: One Sith [member=Ronan Dyre]

Though vision was really hard to achieve the soldiers could get a better view if they activated their headlights on their helmets or use their scanners. Everyone thought that they finally got rid of their assassin but he was still on their HUDs. Following his tag Canal saw him escaping to another skyscraper to evade his fate. He wasn't getting away with all the blood that's on his hand. He was sure that the rest of his troops were okay from the debris and collapse of the skyscraper unless they are complete idiots.

"Is everyone all right," he said in his comm link to all of the soldiers. They all responded with a 'yes' or 'affirmative'. "All right, I need four Peregrine gunships on the east side of the fallen skyscraper. I want those gunships on the each side of the skyscraper. If you guys see him on your radar then shoot him and ask questions later. As for the rest of you get inside of the Circle of Merchants to avoid getting killed. Tanks, get back to your original positions." They all followed his orders and he signaled his Ori'Ramikad to the building. Fifteen of them entered the building through the entrance, the other thirty-five, led by Canal, activated their jet packs and entered the building through a window. They got their sniper trapped cause if he was to exit through the main entrance then he would engage combat with Canal's team, then the second team and he would also have to deal with gunships that were around the building.

He began going up the levels of the skyscraper. He was five floors away from their target. He was running at his top speed so he could kill the man. A sniper verses thirty-five man with assault blaster rifles. He inserted a clip full of BASIC slugs into his Czerka assault rifle. "No escape now."

 

[Caulder Dune]

CARIDA CITY SPACE PORT
OBJECTIVE: Beat up [member="Tahira Solo"]

Nothing happened.

It was pretty weird that Tyrin's saber hand did not, at that moment, become overly familiar with the face of his mask. By all accounts, there was no real way to counter or avoid such an attack. Definitely not from someone as adept in the more adroit applications of telekinesis. Yet there the Umbaran stood, the darkly clad Sithling shimmering in the dull light of the room this confrontation was taking place in- completely un-phased. It would have reminded Tyrin of his first and only real apprentice, Saoirse, had he actually felt anything. She had definitely displayed a great deal of finesse with telekinesis.

He cocked his head to the left, evidently a bit confused.

"Are we doing this? If you're not feeling it right now, we can reschedule."