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CARIDA CITY SPACE PORT OBJECTIVE: Tactical Advance Away from the Enemy
@[member='Tahira Solo']
At the end of the day, it was just another one of those shell games, like the ones they set up on the corners of really seedy looking streets. Only, instead of with three shells and a ball, it was with illusions, dark sided Umbarans, and Jedi babes. The object of the game was that the con artist running the gig throws a ball under one shell, then he changes up the positions of those three shells really quickly. Once he's done moving them around, whatever shmuck he got to play the game has to guess which shell the ball just happens to be under.
Naturally, if the con artist was worth his weight, the ball was never under any of the shells in the first place. It was in his palm the whole time.
The illusions dissipated upon contact with Tahira's lame light-side mumbo jumbo. All the screaming stopped too, like someone suddenly pulled a plug on a loudspeaker. This left Tahira completely alone in the room, with only the slightly ajar door that Tyrin had entered (and now exited) from and the sound of rapidly fading footfalls for company.
Location: Space
Objective: Lead the Sith Boarding Party against the Leviathan
Enemies: Anyone aboard the Leviathan
The transport was dark, shifting through the deadly space, communications were temporarily severed as the stealth transport made its way to the enemy ship, The Leviathan. Of course, there was several other stealth transporters moving towards the enemy ship, slowly but surely they would reach their mark and disable the enemy ship. Darth Zerox sat in the exit bay, the room blinking red occasionally from a single light above his head. This would be the time to make his mark, to show his dominance over the galaxy.
"Begin the decoy assault, launch the fighters and cover the transports" Darth Zerox said into his Comm Link as he signaled for the pilot to begin moving the transports into position. Suddenly, a Sith Officer began to give orders to his men, making it clear of the dangers of boarding the enemy ship. Zenima sighed deeply and closed his eyes, waiting for the moment that they arrived.
Meanwhile on the Sith Fleet...
"Orders from Lord Zerox to launch the decoy fighters have been authorized, begin deployment of Squadrons Delta-6 to Delta-12, I want those transports covered and a stealthy boarding" a Sith Commodore said as he began to give orders for the Sith fleet to disperse a number of ships to assist in the boarding process. So it was, the Sith fleet deployed the fighters and they began their suicidal attack on the Leviathan, attempting to give the stealth transporters enough time to get withing range of boarding proceedures.
Racket's team unleashed hell towards the ship in front of them along with a few others in front of it. His visual on the battle was mainly being taken in through the holoscreens in front of his pilot seat. As the weapons stayed hot incoming ships were trying to flank his six. Yolk slammed forward, his ship responded by diving nose down and slamming to their right breaking away from the vessel that chose a vertical escape route. Sith ships not far in the distance would be of some use in the near future but none to him right now.
"We got bogeys!!!!" screamed the man on his ships right quadturrets.
Screens in front got a bit fuzzed. SOB was jamming them in the moment. No lock ons for right now.
"KEeP ThROWiNg!"
ALERT ALERT ALERT ALERT ALERT
"I SAiD FiRE oN tHoSE FrACkBAgS!!!"
Two fingers danced across the inside forearm of Racket's gauntlet that had been connected to the Sith's broadcast of fleeting info since he had stepped foot on the mammoth ship. A quick hard wire to his own ships scanners allowed them to go dead. The bluish screens cut black. Focus switched to outside the cabin as the sky was twisting and turning due to his maneuvering. A small orange bar began to move across his screens.
_____________________________
Live feed of the battle came back up on his screens. The info allowed him to stay connected in the fight but not much else. The positioning of the scanners he was piggybacking were of the ships way in the distance somewhere trying to take down the space fairy's.
Long draw on his cig turned into smoke in front of his face.
DooM
An explosion erupted. Body being jerked forward meant it had come from behind. The man on the left turret was screaming curses and insults at the enemies attempt to bring them all early graves.
"WHaT wAS ThaT!!!??"
The pilots voice came in choppy behind grunts and hard breaths while still firing at the enemy pilots trying to take their six. For now they were being held at bay and forced to send in fire from long range. "Torpedo on our six was rolling in hot but I shot her down. Had to wait until she was close enough to....."
ALERT ALERT ALERT ALERT ALERT
"TWO MORE COMMIN OUR WAY!!!" Screams behind the alarm weren't needed this time.
Throttled down, the metal twitched under his palm while his back pressed harder into the back of the seat.
"GIvE Me DIstaNcE RaTIo'S!!!! SCaNnERS JAMMED!!! "
"500 meters and screaming towards us!!!"
The yolk slammed down again nose diving towards the atmosphere close by. The light refraction through the air would be the only friend he had in the mean time while the enemy forces were trying to engage from far out. Adjustment of his yolk to a forward right slanted position sent his ship nose dive corkskrewing through the sky. The vessel skreetched out due to the continuous love Racket seemed to enjoying putting the thing through. Two, seemeingly endless, lines of red turret fire flowed from the back of the ship twisting around one another. Timing had to be perfect for this to work. The frenzy of crazed thoughts fought to take over Racket's head. Fingers twitched once, twice, thre.... index mashed on a screen letting loose flares that meshed in between the two intertwining lines of fire turning into a shield of energy behind the vessel.
DooDOOM
The vessel shook as the enemies attacks predetonated within the energy and heat shield. It's course continued to hurtle it through the atmosphere down towards the world below. Racket's team firing on the Republic vessels in the distance above. Calculations went through his head. The ships were firing from long range and the bogey he engaged went vertical from the start. Fingers flipped through options bringing his ships scanner's up on full while the feed from his tech gauntlet was replaced to only his holovid display on his arm. Targeting systems were on full. The surface of Carida grew closer and closer.
Location: Moving from Carida Military Academy to The Leviathan
Objective: Assist Republic Allies
Allies: [member="Ayden Cater"], The Republic, The Jedi Order
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Darth Banshee"], [member="Mike Zenima"]
Inspiration/Music:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ToztqqDcaY Be prepared [member="Darth Shara"], this is what she's going to do to you. ^_^
It had been unusually quiet on the surface of Carida, atleast where Aaralyn was. The fleets of the One Sith and the Republic engaged each other in a mighty contest of superiority overhead that caused her gaze to shift back and forth as turbolasers flashed and explosions sparked in the sky above. For a moment she felt a disturbance that rippled through her very core, one that caused her to stumble where she stood and shook her very being. Her hands gripped the railing infront of her tightly as the vision impaled her mind. It was a vision of [member="Ayden Cater"], an ignition of a red lightsaber with a snap-hiss that seemed to reverberate through her mind and a smoking hole through his chest that took the very presence of life from him. It was a death that struck hard in her own chest and caused her ethereal presence in the vision to scream out through the Force...but the scream seemed to fall on deaf ears.
She thought she felt his presence fade as she saw his body fall lifelessly to the durasteel floor of the command deck. For a single moment, she felt anger and rage that would ripple across the planet and touch each living soul, sending a shiver into their very fiber of their being. Her teeth bit into the very flesh of her lips, hard enough to draw blood as she stared into the lifeless eyes of Ayden and then reality struck. Aaralyn gasped for air as she came to, her eyes widened as she found herself death-gripping the railing at the edge of the catwalk, staring down into the courtyard where an OP Transport had just dropped off a contingent of men to reinforce the military academy.
She could hear faint talk of the Leviathan under siege and how some transports were being recalled, she took a moment to compose herself before she exited the catwalk and made her way down to the courtyard below. As she approached the transport, she could see the Lieutenant preparing it to leave and return to orbit, she quickly grabbed his shoulder and yelled over the whining engines. “Lieutenant, you need to take me to the Leviathan, now.”
The man looked almost shocked at her demand, eyeing her up and down before he yelled back. “I can’t do that ma’am, we’re not headed that direction…” Which in-fact was a lie and Aaralyn knew it and with that he attempted to turn away which caused Aaralyn to grab him. As she grabbed him, she twisted the cloth of his pilot's garb tightly around her curled fingers and slammed his back into the bulkhead of the transport. She glared at the man before her, the traits of her Vahla heritage showing as she spoke with an angry tone.
“I wasn’t asking, I’m telling you what you’re going to do. Your Lord Protector is going to need my help...” She growled, leaning in close enough so as the man could understand what she was saying over the obnoxious engines.
The man appeared both shocked and angry but upon hearing her words, he didn't argue any further. “If you’d be so kind to let me go, I believe we can arrange it, but it’s your funeral Master Jedi.” He retorted.
Aaralyn let the man go and motioned towards the open transport, and within a few moments she was onboard and headed into the thick of it all. The vision was just a glimpse of the potential future, it wasn’t certain. The future was always in motion, and it can easily change course much like water. As the transport broke orbit, the real fun began. The transport immediately came under fire, causing it to shake and shudder as the shields were impacted, Aaralyn grabbed ahold of a handle and grumbled about “Bad piloting.” Among other things before she reached out through the Force. She could feel ley-lines of energy flowing around the emptiness of space. The life-forms fading as turbolaser blasts consumed them, blades of energy took them to the netherworld of the force or a quick blaster to the chest or head. There was indeed much death, but there was also so much life, and this life aided her in feeling out what she needed to.
She raised her hand up and continued to search for her target, the very essences of each individual onboard the ships making themselves apparent. Each signature was unique, and she knew his signature from meeting him before.
There!
She could feel his presence onboard the command deck of the Leviathan, unscathed. She could sense his determination and his urgency as boarding parties entered the vessel which he was in. For a brief moment, she touched his mind, attempting to let him know that she would be there…for whatever good that may be.
Location: Spinara Plateau near Carida Academy Objective: Defend the Cardia Academy and Plateau
Allies: [member="Vala Melina"] [member="Ki'an Karr"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] (Sorry this took so long)
Enemies: One Sith
Talon looked up as the space battle raged and a drop ship headed their way. The Sith were assaulting the Plateau. Talon rose and ignited his Light sabres , one blue and one Yellow. The Sith troops leap out of the Drop ship as another could be seen breaking the atmosphere. The wind swept across the plateau. The smell of the dropship's engines was of fuel cells and soon the blaster bolts were flying from the enemy blaster rifles.
"Defend the Academy, hold the plateau." Talon said as he began batting the blaster bolts away. "Well done Ki'an."
The advancing troops fired at the Jedi Master relentlessly but it gave the others a chance to defend while Talon drew fire. The Academy guards were preparing the defences while fighters from the academy scrambled to provide the city with air support. They would push the Sith back...They had to.
Space
[member="Ayden Cater"] Admiral Kyrin Nassin
As the torpdoes flew towards his fleet Kyrin bit his tongue slightly. He could sense the wave of destruction that was about to come, not in the force of course, Kyrin didn't have anything like that on his side, but he was an admiral with dozens of years in the outer rim. His eyes closed for a moment, and then he felt the shaking.
The front line of his ships were immediately struck, shields flared, hulls creaked and buckled, and fighters were torn apart in nearly an instant.
The loss was immediate, two Scythe Class Cruisers found themselves immediately crippled, their front end weapons decimated, though their hulls remaining intact, two dozen fighters found themselves turned to dust and the rest of the Scythe's shield fluctuated.
“I want a full frontal assault on Those Indomitable. Have the Scythes Fire everything and launch those damn fighters.” Proton torpedo's, Ion canons, and Turbolasers would decimate the Protectorate fleet....hopefully. Then the Admiral turned to his ensign.”Have the Ardent's move below the line of battle, target the Protectorate fleet from below and cover those transports trying to get to their flagship.”
The Admrial spoke quickly, and his commands were followed quickly. Space was three dimensional of course, so the Ardent's shifted their thrusters and moved themselves “down” below the rest of the fleet, though because of their positioning they did not yet fire.
Kyrin bit his cheek. As the Scythe's released their full payload and a massive swarm of fighters flew from their hangars.
1x Bakura-class Star Destroyer- The Herder 850m
10x Vindicator Class Heavy Cruiser 6000m
14x Scythe 8800m -Several Shields almost down
12x Ardent-Class Fast Frigate 48000m
3x Immobilizer 418 Cruiser 2400m
176 TIE Series StarFighters -Vindicators
113 Predator-Class Fighters-Ardents
768 CF9 Crossfire starfighters-Scythes
Darth Shara [member="Mike Zenima"]
Shara's annihilator scooped through the Protetorate fleet over and over again, the ship maneuvering carefully through the fleet. He watched as transports attempted to enter the area around him, and he smiled slightly, recognizing the brands on their side. These were Sith transports, headed for the Leviathan. He nodded to himself, knowing what he had to do.
Signaling to the rest of his wing Shara flew towards the transport, wiping out fighters and firing on even larger ships as they attempted to shoot down the incoming gunships.
In the distance he could see the Leviathan closing in. His eyes narrowed, and his heart began to race. This was going to be difficult. Ships could pass through shields and into hangars, but point-defense weapons became somewhat of an issue, even for quick fighters like his Annihilator. He frowned slightly, but then pushed the yolk of his starfighters forward.
Shara did not worry about death, he would either succeed, or die.
Location: Spinara Plateau near Carida Academy
Objective: Defend Academy
The screech of Sith starfighters would be heard in the distance as they appeared through the clouds, followed shortly after by the massive flagships. Their appearance shrouded the sky, causing a thick shadow to be cast upon the plateau the group stood upon. Tugoro would slowly rise to his feet, his gaze fixed on the ominous space crafts as they made their attack. Large bolts of energy would begin to rain down upon the planet, however their area was invaded by ground troops. The gunships that transported the Sith soldiers would touch down not too far away, allowing the men a good view of the master [member="Talon Vosra"], and the padawans. Turning to look at [member="Vala Melina"] and [member='Ki'an Karr], he would lift his arm, waving for them as he began to run forward. Lowering his hand now, he would grip the metallic saber handle at his belt, tugging it from it's restraint. Talon had begun to draw the troops fire, allowing for the others to make their move.
Sliding his thumb over the saber's activation switch, Tugoro would watch as the dark pink beam sprang into life, admiring it with pride. That would wait however, for more dire things were at stake. The red blaster bolts that erupted from the Sith rifles shot over head, redirected thanks to Talon's skill. Utilizing his practiced Soresu form, Tugoro would guide his blade through the air while he advanced, it's beam swatting away the bolts that came in it's direction, while his body moved to dodge any that threatened to pierce his skin. The nearest soldier would turn to look at the boy, his blaster rifle pointing at him. Waving the dark pink saber, it would cleave through the blaster's barrel, before pushing forth to pierce the man's torso. Tugoro would not have time to hesitate physically, but he did mentally. He did not like fighting other sentient beings.
Glacier-blue eyes surveyed the large holographic tactical display on the bridge of the Star of the Republic with a definitively reserved interest. The space superiority battle raging over Carida continued to move in increasingly varied directions. For the briefest of moments, the Jedi Master shifted his gaze to the large Hutt that had recently become the Supreme Chancellor in the wake of the attack on Coruscant. Wait...was that right? Maybe Marcello just hadn't noticed until his return from Rothana. Either way, the man, thing, whatever seemed to have a plan for rallying the Republic against its newest enemy.
Marcello's attention was diverted to one of the officers supervising the flagship's sensor array readouts as he called out several approaches to the fleet from the planet in rapid succession. Arching a curious brow, Marcello allowed his eyes to drift over the newest additions to the tactical display. It was becoming quite a party in orbit. Matter of fact, Marcello's entire presence in the Carida System was one of complete chance. Having only arrived the day prior for a short stop enroute to another mission elsewhere, he'd mostly just been...hanging out when the attack initiated.
The Jedi Ace had considered joining the orbital struggle, but his assistance would grant the Republic little added utility. Besides, Marcello's apprentice, [member="Ryan Korr"], appeared to already have things well in hand based on reports drifting over the Air Control and Reporting Net which Marcello tended to monitor whenever he was onboard ship. Adjusting his brown leather jacket, the large Jedi quietly pulled out a datapad and tapped several commands to upload a destination to the navicomputer on his N-1T in the hangar.
After stowing the datapad, Marcello turned and wordlessly departed the bridge, offering a brief nod to [member="Popo"] on his way out. The corridors were lined with soldiers and crewman alike - everyone had been committed to the defense of the vessel. Marcello...certainly wouldn't want to be someone trying to force their way down even forty-meters of the vessel-turned-fortress. There was plenty of support up here, Marcello was heading planetside to await the inevitable.
LOCATION: Space between the two fleets
HOSTILES Racket
The bandit slewed fire at the squadron, several bolts of which splashed across Ryan's forward shields. He grimaced and hit the throttle to full, accelerating away from the bandit and separating. He looked back at his radar and saw that the bandit was heading away and toward Cardia's atmosphere. Red Squadron wasn't following.
Their job was to protect Republic assets in space, like the corvettes. The ground defences were more than capable of handling a single ship. Ryan brought his fighter around and pointed the nose toward the hostile. Red Squadron settled into a holding pattern. If the bandit came back around for another pass he'd get force-fed a dozen concussion missiles.
[member="Darth Banshee"]
LOCATION: Darth Banshee's ship
OBJECTIVE: Defend her then chew her butt out after this is over.
ALLIES: ONE SITH
ENEMIES: REPUBLIC AND ALLIED FORCES
If there was one thing in this galaxy Rexus hated more than Jedi it was the sith. He loathed them and hated just about everything they stood for, but there was one person he cared about among the One Sith someone he had been tracking and following after graduating her to the rank of Knight. A Sabrina Kotass, or now known as Darth Banshee. The tittle alone made Rex cringe a bit but hey whatever floated her particular boat. Normally Rexus had an obligation to let sith die a horrible fiery death but not this one. Surrounding himself in a aura of "nothing to see over here" Rex walked through the halls of the ship dressed in sith robes so he could blend a bit better with the rest of the other people on the ship better.
Tapping into the force Rex made his way from the cargo hold then sent a message to his former student. "You are killing me here, the sith? Really Sabrina? And what's better is you are on a suicide mission against one of the most infamous star ships this galaxy has seen." Sighing now Rex stood in the halls of the ship hoping that the sith he trained would realize the error of her ways. If not he would have to help her. There was good in her and Rexus would be hellbent to make sure she didn't fall completely to the dark side like the rest of her sith comrades. "If you are going to do this I'm going with you." He said again in her mind
WHERE: Carida City WHO: [member="Ashin Varanin"] WHY:You don't love me the way that, I love you.
Sleep? Sleep?!
A ragged sigh left the lips of the Silent Sister, having exerted quite a piece of energy and emotion into her scream of the ironic. The mute might have been slighted if she weren't caught playing the role of the scrappy floor creature, Ashin was determined to rid herself of the blonde's parasitic presence, perhaps she just didn't know what to do. Evelynn after all was an enigma wrapped in an iron maiden of befuddlement.
The light erupted.
Cleansing the Silent Sister would be an act that might have taken quite a bit of scrubbing. She was once a very fair girl, Force Light would have only made the compassionate creature called Evelynn Dorn shine just that bit brighter. Honest, polite, compassionate. Where was she now?
WHAT. ARE YOU. DOING?!
Her very being burned as if the mute's darkness was napalm that clung to her very soul. It wasn't pleasant, nor did she enjoy it in the same manner as regular pain and torment. What Ashin Varanin was doing right now was the very definition of unacceptable. Like a passive-aggressive snake she hissed upon the ground, writhing and gnashing. Far from a feminine sight.
In the back of her mind flashed the fields of Dantooine. A kath hound barked.
STOP IT! STOP IT NOW!
With her very being aflame, Evelynn managed to summon a shred of focus, a moment of concentration, or at least enough to wrap the force around one of the wooden cafe tables and with those last remnants of struggling focus flung the furniture in the direction of Ashin's face. Lest she lay back and allow her soul to be bleached.
LOCATION: Carida City Starport
ALLIES: One Sith
ENEMIES: [member="Hasjo Hallu"] [member="Ilias Nytrau"] [member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Rosa Mazhar"]
An enormous figure well over seven feet in height exploded onto the Starport. Clad in a strange, shelled carapace, he bore only a single, enormous great saber, whose crimson length hummed greedily. The resurrected Orcus looked upon the starport and felt the many presences of the Jedi here. Did they not understand? The One Sith would unite the galaxy and bring peace. There would only be war if the Jedi resisted.
Tired of the hypocrisies, Orcus opened his mouth and boomed, "COME OUT AND FACE ME, DEFENDERS OF LIGHT!"
Then he loosed all the air from his lungs in a Force Bellow that tore up the permacrete in its path and slammed into a small repair shack at the port.
"HAUUUUUUM!"
The shack was obliterated as if beneath hurricane force winds. Perhaps that would get their attention.
[member="Evelynn"] thrashed and writhed and toasted under the Force Light. Ashin tried to find sympathy and failed. She tried rather hard, though, and it was that shift in her concentration which allowed the table toss to nail her in the face. Her nose broke with a gush and a familiar crack. Incongruously, a line from some forgotten holovid crossed her mind -- nobody makes me bleed my own blood. The Force Light dimmed, and dimmed again as she struggled to maintain the necessary serenity, but she stayed on her feet. Spencer and Anaya's fight seemed to be going well enough, nothing too terrible to worry about. With a slow exhalation, Ashin looked down at the kneecapped, concussed, electrocuted, partially-soul-bleached Sith Master.
"I have to hand it to you, kid," she said nosepluggedly, unsure if Evelynn was even conscious. "You're tenacious to a fault. Matter of fact, you remind me of me, plus a torture fetish and minus about sixty pounds of muscle mass. Whoever's going to resolve the situation that is Evelynn Zambrano -- Ovmar, Olra'en, Ijet, Solo -- it sure won't be me."
That faint nimbus grew around her again, and she turned and walked away from the twig on the ground.
“Of course, no matter what I’ll never trust you. I’m glad we’re at an understanding there.” Spencer’s words were cut short as the loud shriek echoed deep within her mind. Doing her best, Spencer attempted to keep it from shattering her own focus. Finally it ended and Spencer released her breath, a headache had come on and she took a step back. It hurt and she made a note to remember this knowing that Evelynn was a lot stronger than she looked. A force light along with some furniture throwing, Spencer glanced towards Ashin who was bleeding.
Ashin began to walk away and Spencer glanced towards Anaya waiting to see if she did anything. Standing beside Ashin she looked at the woman, it had been some time since someone had actually made Ashin bleed. Raising her hand, Spencer offered healing. “That was exciting eh?” Stopping, she waited for Ashin to either accept the healing or deny it. Looking over once more towards Anaya she shook her head. “Hope you enjoyed your Chaos – this looks over.”
Location: Spinara Plateau near Carida Academy Objective: Defend the Cardia Academy and Plateau Allies:Vala MelinaKi'an KarrTugoro Taidarious
Enemies: One Sith
Ki'an felt the dropships before he saw them. The soldiers crammed into their hulls were giving off feelings of fear, malevolence and eagerness. It was a disturbing thought. Ki'an saw [member="Talon Vosra"] and [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] advancing on the soldiers, their blades darting back and forth, quickly bating aside blaster bolt after blaster bolt. Ki'an quickly pulled his own saber and the green blade sprang to life. He quickly took up position besides Tugoro and immediately was force to start swatting aside blaster bolts. This was not like training, this was life or death, and Ki'an relied solely on the force to guide his movements as he began to swat the bolts back at his attacks. Ki'an was no Shien expert, though it was his chosen fighting form, so many of his bolts flew wide of his targets, but several were close enough to cause the soldiers to duck for cover and he was happy and regretful to see one or two of his bolts hit home.
As Ki'an defending from the assault, he began to survey the field. Before them were numerous soldiers, but luckily no Sith Lords or apprentices yet. Ki'an noticed that to their right, the ground rose up to a small cliff just behind them. Ki'an knew that the easiest way to gain an advantage over an enemy was to outflank them. Seizing the chance when there was a lull in the firing, Ki'an darted off towards that cliff. He wouldn't want to allow the enemy to get up behind them, and he knew better then to think the Sith wouldn't be looking for the tactical advantage.
After a moment or two, Ki'an found himself protected by jutting rocks and he was able to take his full attention on his approach to the rise. Creeping along silently, but quickly, he found a Sith soldier with a sniper rifle over his back reaching out to help another one up the cliff face. Ki'an reached out and sent a small blast of force energy in the climbing soldiers direction and watched as the mans eyes widened and he stumbled backwards, falling and hitting the rocks below with a resounding crack, followed by a scream of pain. The other soldier turned, but with the force aiding him, Ki'an closed the short distance between them before the soldier could bring his gun around. With a small slash of his saber, Ki'an hit the soldier across the throat through the gap between his chest-plate and his helmet. Stepping cautiously towards the cliff, Ki'an looked over and quickly pulled back as a number of bolts came firing up towards him.
"Master Vosra," Ki'an said into his comm, "the Sith are attempting to outflank us by scaling the cliff. I may be able to hold them here for a time. What are your orders?" Ki'an asked and then leaned back over the edge and began swatting the bolts back down at the Sith. He counted four soldiers at the bottom, plus the injured soldier who had fallen. He wasn't dead, but his leg appeared to be broken pretty severely.
The scream seemed to echo endlessly in Anaya's mind, even after it had gone. An echo of her own pain, she made to move towards Eve, to do something about her pain, but the force light made her shy away. Rage boiled in her chest as Evelynn slipped from conciousness, she moved to the twigs side and knelt beside her for a moment. She'd asked ashin not to break her play mate. She'd asked nicely and now her play mate was out cold. Closing her eyes she pulled her anger close to her heart and let it build. The spell around her force aura shattered at her will and it pulsed like a beacon, calling for the one person that could even this out. She knew [member="Jared Ovmar"] was here, she made a point of knowing where he was nowadays.
Rising to her feet she ignored Spencer's stab at her. "I asked you nicely Ashin." she said softly hand coiling about the saberstaff at her back and pulling it free. "I asked you not to break her." Stepping over Eve, Anaya focused her rage, lightening crackling down her arm to form a kinetite ball. "You always DISAPPOINT ME!" She threw the ball at the pair of lovers.
I sat at a table of a local restaurant on Carida, when I got a ping. Not a phone call, or anything like that. It was a sense of foreboding, resonating deeply from the Force. It’s source.. somewhere North, it felt like.. damn. Anaya.
Seemed the woman needed his help, and you know me. I am a sucker for a woman in need, so I grabbed my pineapple from the table and paid the bill. While trying to clean and cut the fruit in pieces, I started walking in the general direction of.. well North.
Let’s see what Anaya needs.
Ah.. if only I would have known what I’d encounter there. If only.
As Spencer's healing staunched the flow of blood, Ashin's faint nimbus surrounded the gimer stick in her right hand. The knobbly cane rose, she wiped her mouth on her arm, and Anaya Fen threw kinetite. Ashin took a long step to put herself in front of her wife, and slammed the gimer stick down on the arcing ball. Kinetite didn't travel all that fast; in theory, it was a juggernaut, slow and powerful, at least at apex levels. The compressed kinetic energy sphere could dent armor, shatter bones, tear up the earth, splinter trees.
It broke against the gimer stick like a wave on a seawall, with Spencer as the city under shelter. Not that she needed it, but every now and again, Ashin needed this. Needed to be the one to protect Spencer just as much as Spencer needed to fight Anaya.
Because when Ashin looked at Anaya, she didn't see Rakata Beta. She saw Eshan, saw it now with a few years' perspective, saw Anaya and Spencer's roles as more exploiter and victim. Her wife had been young then, and years had taught them both. And resentment had blossomed in Ashin, then turned into a dispassionate understanding that Anaya Fen was Spencer's enemy. And, Rakata Beta or not, that made her Ashin's too.
The broken kinetite roared around them, tore up the ground. Rooted and anchored to the ground, protected by a nimbus of full-body Force Weapon, Ashin didn't so much as take a step back. And when the dust settled, she finished drawing breath and released it as what some called a Force Bellow, a hemispherical shockwave that turned the asphalt street and the cantina itself to flying debris. The shockwave sought to send Anaya flying, bruise her with overpressure, drive her back against a wall across the street, or even ragdoll her.
WHERE: Carida City WHO: Me, myself and I WHY: Operation: New Croissant
Her last ditch attempt to break Ashin's concentration was a success, in fact it might have been called a resounding success given that it had successfully drawn blood.
Aw, and she got a compliment. Ish.
Although, speaking colloquially it had to be conceded, Evelynn was cream crackered, she was knackered, exhausted from the sheer drain of that nefarious Force Light. She just needed to rest, rest that head on the rather uncomfortable ground, maybe drool a little bit.
...just...
...a...
...short...nap...
Wait. No. There's talking. How rude. Evelynn's eyebrows knitted together in pure frustration as there was talking, nay, shouting. Break her? As if. Raising her head from off the city streets the mute wiped a hint of saliva from the corner of her mouth. Laying in the middle of this skirmish was not the place to be.
So with her incredible tenacity in town, the Silent Sister began to drag her half functioning carcass across the street. Clawing and scrabbling like a beetle with a broken leg. Her crippled knee was seemingly giving birth to a giant skreev egg and would likely need a good piece of bacta lovin'. So slowly, and agonisingly the woman would slither, back into the cafe from whence she came.
Give...me...another...bloody...croissant!
The barista cowered, but also thanked his lucky stars he wasn't working at the cantina next door, that had just seen the wrong side of a Force Bellow.
