Operation 'Hammer' [Sith Enslavement of Togorian Species]

[Satine D'nara]

Satine rolled her eyes as he went on and on about feeling this and compassion that. She had those sorts of moments, just not in these situations. With his acceptance of a fight she ignited both blades, one blue and another green, before using the force to run fast towards him and try to slice his arm off before he could even draw his blade. If that failed she would leap into the air and land behind before before trying to slice him in two at the waist.

@Veino Garn

 

[Engineer Six]

No. She had to stop listening, to stop letting parts of her old self show. Inside she knew that neither herself nor the non-Jedi were correct. Everything was in balance, as it always was. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. The problem was not Jek'ai's loss of compassion, nor her turn to the dark side. In reality, it was that she had spent to long pondering the past, present, and future. To long analyzing everything about existence, known and unknown, real and 'unreal'. Quite simply, there was no such thing as reality. No such thing as right and wrong, morals, or anything of the sort. And that was why she hid behind the facade of hate. That was why she put up her barriers. To hide from the truth, even when there is no such thing as truth. No matter what, she'd never be able to explain it to anyone. She'd be written off as insane, and put away. Because no one is strong enough to face reality. Those that do are left shattered, broken, and as everything else, nonexistent.
And that was the sum of Jek's whole.
"Sometimes the happiest of people become the emptiest. Emptiness leads to despair. But the thing is, even despair becomes boring eventually. In the end some of us are left as empty shells. Do not pity them, or us. Pity those who have learned the real truth of life, of reality. For they will never be able to recover, not truly, not fully. Believe what you believe, stand for it. I will do the same with what I believe. If one day I am swayed, so be it. That is the way things should be- but rarely are." Jek said, waiting for Satine to act before making her move. Once the cat-woman did, Jek looked around, trying to find the best point to shoot from. With the two fighting, it would be hard to get a clear shot in... Realizing that it would probably be better to go and assist in other areas she started backing up, blaster still raised, just in case Satine needed her assistance desperately.

@[member="Satine D'nara"] @Veino Garn
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[Veino Garn]

Veino dipped his head in resigned acknowledgement of Jek'ai's speech. He failed again. Though perhaps not. There was a great deal of conflict in her general vicinity. So either she was not so sure, or some small organisms were having a heated debate in the same area. He gave her a small, sad smile. "Do not give up hope yet. Even broken and empty vessels can be repaired and refilled." He raised an eyebrow in thought. "Funny thing about reality is that it always changes on us just when we think we know it."

He'd run out of time for talk then, and ignited his lightsaber, welcoming it's yellow gold hue, before diving to the side and hurling nearby dirt at Satine. Hopefully this time would be more useful than last. He really needed to practice more. Avoid any more self-inflicted lightsaber burns. And non-self-inflicted. Especially the latter. He came up and spun around to block further attacks, trying to find his calm again before he attacked.

 

[Satine D'nara]

Satine covered her eyes when he kicked dirt at her. "Childish!" she said, before blocking an incoming attack. Her eyes narrowed when their blades locked before she pushed him back and attacked with a flurry. Given the use of two sabers she attacked from different sides: left, right, up, down, under, over. All in a blur of random direction. She was trying to keep him off balance. @[member="Veino Garn "]was obviously the type to fight with a calm emotion, as he seemed to indicate given how his continuous babble about compassion had gone on, so she knew to use that against him. Long enough for @[member="Jek'ai Cyin"] to get a shot if need be.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino winced as the heat from the blades got too close, and he stumbled back, trying to find that center. He needed to distract her. Ballistikinesis might work, assuming he could find enough particles. He bent to one side as her blade singed his tunic before he slipped away again. Keep giving ground. Keep her between him and the blaster.

No. He was better than this. He knew how to fight. He shoved all emotion away, and set his jaw. He parried two more strokes and then attacked with a rapid flurry of powerful strokes to batter the blocks away. Up, down, sideways and back again in a random order. No more bleeding heart. He had cooled and hardened into what could be a well tuned fighting machine if he actually practiced more often. As it was, he barely escaped death a few times, gaining a few more lightsaber burns to match the one on his ankle.

@[member="Jek'ai Cyin"] @Satine D'nara

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Vexander Graves"]@[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"]@[member="Coci Sinopi"]

Flynn nodded his head in understanding toward Kei. Then put his foot down on the peddles and the speeder accelerated toward the city, his mind constantly reaching out with the force to locate the force sensitivities, no matter their code, his mind on the hunt and his hunger burning in his gut now, he can taste almost. His head turned and looked up, the force guiding him to a being .. a darksider .. located close by. His eyes found the location, he could just make a figure on top of a build not far away. Then more, three in fact, all force sensitive, and strong although one of them does not use it or is untrained. But that did not matter.

He turned the speeder toward the building and the men followed almost in unison. At the base of the building Flynn jumped off, almost excited by the whole prospect. He looked to his and indicated to jump. The men with him, all Jedi and armed with guns, explosives and lightsabers, the Army of Light's special Ops and very talented in what they do. As one they jedi jumped up the roof, immediately the spec ops, ignited their lightsabers and waited for his command. Flynn however, reached into his top pocket of his shirt and pulled out a death stick and lit it. As if looking around enjoying the view from up here he took a long draw on the stick and released the green toxic smoke. He turned his head back to the woman .. standing with her back to him. So he took the moment to enjoy the view, from behind. His eyes wondered up her legs, over her curvy bottom, small waist, red hair, a tasty sight indeed. A wrestling match with this one would be ... exhilarating.

His eyes met the others on the roof as well, a man .. Jedi by the look of him and a young girl, a tasty piece as well, she is dressed in the uniform for the AoL. But he is more interested in the red head. She is strong with the force dark and horrible, this hunt was going to be fun. And the end result .. oh so nice and delicious, this ones brain fluid will energize him and bring him to the point of ecstasy. He took another draw on the stick and spoke. "Well what have we here, my dear lady, you are very .. very inviting, now turn around and let me see the view from the front", he said in a soft voice. He opened up a telepathic link the the young Jedi, Get out of here and take the pretty one with you .. now!, he said to Vexander.

Flicking the butt of the death stick to the side, he waited for the delectable red head.

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

At the Landing Site
Togoria

Able to straighten himself, he measured the young man before him. The Emperor's son; Thyrian doubted he had ever been witness to a battlefield before, and if not, he was to have a rude awakening. Granted, this particular battlefield looked more like a military occupation than anything else, although enemy forces were in the area and posed a threat nontheless. This young man he owed little allegiance to; he was not another apprentice under his master, nor a long lost relative. He was an outsider, not of his Queen's flock, and as such he did not do much of an attempt at befriending the man. His expressionless eyes lingered on him for a bit, before directing his attention to the task at hand. Placing a hand against Skydd's metallic surface he manage to puch himself into a upright standing position, and then wandered off to the closest group of civilians, attempting to separate them as ordered. A woman carrying a baby, along with a young boy at her side clutching her hand. They all looked terribly frightened at his lumbering approach. Easily towering above the family of three, he reached out to grab hold of the toddler in her arms. When she refused to give him up, the Ashborn instead grunted as he painstakingly kneeled down to face the boy at her side. "PLEASE, DO NOT MAKE THIS HARD ON YOURSELVES. YOU WILL SEE YOUR MOTHER AGAIN ONCE OFF-PLANET, DO NOT WORRY, LITTLE ONE. RIGHT NOW I NEED YOU TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR BABY BROTHER FOR ME. CAN YOU DO THAT? IF NOT, WILL YOU DO IT FOR YOUR MOTHER?" His tone was uneven and clearly he had to push himself in order to talk, yet booming nontheless. The boy shed tears as he extended his arms towards the mother and took possession of his younger brother. Looking at the two, the giant man again had a flash of fractured memories; this time of a boy carrying his infant brother within his arms, much like these two, but with different faces. Thankfully the flash was a brief one, and so he easily shook the sensation from himself and stood up as stormtroopers then proceeded to safely and without incident separate the boys from their mother, who was still in tears.

Rising to his feet, he turned to regard the area he was in. There were lots of people at the scene, most of which were Imperial troops escorting civilians to the ships in an orderly manner, yet the occasional wailing of mothers and children was unavoidable in any case. Some of the men attempted to resist, and was more-or-less harmlessly subdued and taken in custody. Things had gone soothly so far, it seemed. Clutching at his chest as he wandered back to support himself against Skydd's sturdy shell, he looked at his master; the sheer determination in her eyes brought a faint smile to his face. Watching her work with such clarity and mindful movements was always a privilege, and had been for the last decade in her service. He could not help but feel a pride in having outlived his usefulness to her; she had grown strong on her own, and in truth did not need him to account for her safety any longer. Truly, the Ashborn felt at peace with how things were at the moment. Looking up to his side as his friend Skydd met his gaze, he placed a trembling hand to his metallic chest. "SHE'S YOURS TO LOOK AFTER NOW, SKYDD. I HAVE PLAYED MY PART, AND THEN SOME. IT IS HIGH TIME I EXIT THE STAGE." The droid remained silent, merely sending a slow nod of acceptance his way. This... this was a good death.

@[member="Kära Vi'dreya"] @[member="Vexander Graves"] @[member="Coci Sinopi"]

 

[Vexander Graves]

Surprises... the operation was full of surprises. The corellian padawan usually was in full alert and ready for almost anything, but the constant arrival of beings in the middle of a battlefield, and being more specific; close to the roof where he and @[member="Coci Sinopi"] were.

Vex didn't need to nod at the one that started the telephatic link, instead, he just replied It will be done, at that moment, the young man reached for his Rifle and placed it on his back, the man didn't have to repeat himself, for Vex to take his leave.

The young man took Coci by her hip and pressed her to his own body. He didn't expect her to understand, but still, he just told her "Hold on tight Lady Sinopi" Once that she was ready, he proceeded to gather the Force around him and at his feat and raised Coci with his one arm below her own knees and one in her back... aiming away from the building, he attempted to land below, dropping a few floors away. With his control over telekinesis, he tried to levitate his own body just a few meters before reaching the floor, although not as effective it seemed like if they were hovering... to control the fall, he landed and inmediately kneeled.

Once in the ground, he released the girl... "Not as fancy as a parashutte drop but it does the work..." the tumble left the man kneeled for a moment, he attempted to regain his strenght for a bit while he looked up "...I hope that the guy is ok... she seemed like a strong Sith... and dark one..."

Looking around, he proceeded to look for an alleyway to disappear ... withing a couple of minutes, the young man proceeded to run away from the spot and tried to find another place, a higher ground to snipe and to provide assistance to the Army's troops heading towards the landing site and completely opposite from the one where the Sith and @[member="Flynn Blackheart"] were.

At the moment he felt he was ready and in a viable spot, he began to look through his scope... and attempted to look at the battlefield. Diversion was still a good tactic... but not a viable one with the amount of "hostages" the Sith were gathering. Looking at Coci who he expected to be close, he proceeded to signal at the amount of people around.

"Lady Sinopi... I think I have someone here... in the center of the landing path... seems like a high priority target..." Vexander looked at Coci and signal with his head for her to look through her own snipe scope and to verify his data

@Shinjū Aÿasha @[member="Thyrian Ashborn"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Vexander Graves"]@[member="Thyrian Ashborn"]@Kära Vi'dreya

Her rifle is in her hand as she stood up to prepare for a fight. The arrival of spec ops for the AoL landed behind the woman. Something is going on, Coci could sense it, but had no way of telling what was to come. The next thing she knew .. Vexander had her by the hips and lifted her up into his arms. She did as he requested and by putting her rifle over her shoulder and held tight around his neck, she did not know what he had planed but she soon found out. Coci had to use all her sense of will to not yell out as he jumped off the roof, her body tensing as they fell until .. using the force .. Vexander placed them down on the ground without much force on the landing. Although he was on his knees, it was a job well done and they are away to continue their recon mission and take out targets.

"That had style", she said with a smile now. "I hope he will be alright too, seemed sure of himself though". However, time was running out and they had to get the information of Kei and the others. She ran after Vexander as he located a new vantage point. Climbing up next to him, she lowered and noted his signal. She laid down now and viewed the ships and activity .. there are large numbers of soldiers and locals being ushered aboard .. Sith separating them into groups of woman and children. A horror of a sight to see, but they had to remain focused on the mission, they could not help them by going down there and trying to fight, no they had push that distraction from their minds. The chance to fight will come later.

"Lady Sinopi... I think I have someone here... in the center of the landing path... seems like a high priority target..."

She turned her sight in the direction he indicated and yes, a female Sith, blonde, very much in command of the situation. "Agreed", she simply said, and she began to focus on a shot. She checked her rifle, and primed it. The butt of the rifle nestled deep into her shoulder, her eye looking down the sight, she took aim and waited. "A double mark Vexander, lets be sure of this hit". Her focus now firmly on the woman, like a tunnel of sight, she could only see her in her mind's eye. "On your mark", she was ready.

 

[Vexander Graves]

The young lady confirmed the target, and had her on her sights. Vexander took a deep breath... he used the Force to stabilize himself, his breathing and his heart pulsations that could increase and decrease agitating his whole body.

Using the Force, attempting to expand his sense of calmness towards @[member="Coci Sinopi"] to assist in her syncronized shoot... one that would bring the target down for sure.

Aiming, straight to the head... the young man began the count down. "On my mark then..." Vex's relaxed for a bit and took off the safety from the rifle "...3..." his muscles relaxed for a bit and he took a deep breath "...2..." the muscles in his shoulders began to tighten as his finger move to the trigger of the rifle "...1..." and that is when it happened... "...Mark!..." Pulling the trigger, the young man released the shoot straight to the pale and white haired Sith (@[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]) hoping to hit her... otherwise, Coci would finish the job with her own shoot, afterall, that is why they paired up... to ensure that the job could be done.

@[member="Thyrian Ashborn"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Vexander Graves"]@[member="Thyrian Ashborn"]


3.. 2... 1.. Mark!
Coci squeezed the trigger with the gentlest of touches, the bolt from the rifle erupted from the barrel aimed at the blonde Sith's heart. Coci sensed through the force that the bolt is on target and would kill her. The rifle protesting the shot pushing her shoulder back with a sharp jolt, but the pain of it Coci is used to.

She keep her eye through the sight, watched to see if they had succeeded.

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

A look up to the rooftops, lasting no more than a second; it was all that was necessary for him to grasp the situation. No longer was he the decaying, charred corpse - his skin was immidiately set ablaze within his suit of armour, granting him a great surge of energy, if only for the moment. His gaze was directed at his Queen, then back towards the rooftops as he moved with the newly aquired speed of light towards his master. Just as he did, two shots were heard in unison, echoing from atop the roofs. Rushing to her side with the roar to accompany the searing pain he felt as he did, the Ashborn grabbed a firm hold of his Queen and forcibly put himself infront of her, his back against the echo coming towards them. Hiding her tiny frame behind his gigantic in comparison, he felt how his body gave way to the two shots slamming into his back, easily penetrating his worn armour. Time stood still, and all was silent. Remaining in place for several seconds after the fact, his weary gaze was brought down onto his master's. Struggling to speak from the ordeal, he was able to form a broken whisper as he slumped to the ground, bringing her with him in the fall. "M-my Kära... run..."

All hell then proceeded to break loose, as the Imperial troops surrounding him and his Queen responded to the shots accordingly. They scattered throughout the area, finding cover while laying down a steady barrage of cover fire against the rooftops, though they were unsure exactly which held hostiles. The loyal Skydd immidiately moved to cover the two with his enormous size, all while blasting away with whatever weaponry he had at his disposal and yielded the best results. Taking a few seconds to regain his conscious, although it being fleeting, the Ashborn then proceeded to embrace his master as he with great difficulty crawled his way to safety behind a street corner, bringing Kära along with him in his arms. His broken wheeze then was able to ask his master: "Are you... alright... my Queen?", struggling to breathe in between words. Even in his dying days, his one concern was for her. Her and no other.

@[member="Kära Vi'dreya"] @[member="Vexander Graves"] @[member="Coci Sinopi"]

 

[Shinju]

@[member="Flynn Blackheart"]

Shinju watched it all go along and was laughing until she heard the man behind her. Sometimes not being able sensing others was a detriment of the highest degree as she flicked her eyes to her side and turned around letting the full intake of her armor come. She wore her new armor designed as Kryptus made his, iron skin with armored plates. In this case she had used plasteel and durasteel to form the bracers, thigh, ankle, boot and shoulder pieces with a tight corset and her neck guard with the red pendent crystal to activate her mask of it. Slowly and with purpose she smiled taking in the man who had come to be behind her. He was cute sure, all the right measurements which only added to his allure but he wasn't with them. He wasn't here like she was being paid by the sith to take the people, he wasn't a sith either. He didn't smell of the darkside to the point she felt euphoria just being near him.

The moment though she felt the other two leave she frowned. "Oh now that isn't nice, I was going to ask them where my lovely Natol'ine was with her tight body and lovely hair. Last time we met she showed me such lovely things about friendship and her friends. I want to play with her again." Shinju laughed and stood there with Flynn while stalking around back and forth not taking her eyes off of him. Every terrible thing she could do to him playing across her mind while she kept that laugh going. Oh it was time to find and deal with some of these army of light members and the others who were here. IT meant she would most like have to get past him as the two blades came from the cross sheaths on her back. Sinju felt that pulse of darkside energy and that thrumming of power coursing along the length of her body to let it tingle. The blades themselves sweated a little gleaming with the sith poison one them while she slowly held the off to the side and found her enjoyment of the moment. "So shall we begin?"

 

[Marcus Faust]

@[member="Vulpesen"]

When EMPs from the AoL soldiers flew, thermal detonators of the Stormies flew back, and just as they crossed over, Marcus reached out and detonated a singular detonator, igniting a chain reaction which rendered both strikes useless as massive fireballs erupted in the sky. Faust raised a hand to shield himself from the heat of the blasts, snapping back into a defensive stance in time to deflect a series of oncoming blaster bolts.

The phrase 'plastic men' just so happened to be what aggravated the Stormtroopers, they were the best of the Empire's infantry, elite and pristine, this conglomerate of insurgents an so on would not best them. Blaster bolts surged forward with lethal precision, cutting down the AoL soldiers at a rapid pace. Don't stereotype kids, Stormtroopers will mess you up.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen sighed as he watched the fire works, luckily the Wild cards weren't exactly stupid enough to let themselves get blasted and thus ducked behind cover, avoiding the retaliation with only a few losses. Keeping the blast to his advantage Vulpesen used the concussion wave to prolong his flight, keeping his aerial view as he tossed two more EMPs at the sith. He had been so concerned with the wild cards that he seemed to have forgotten that Vulpesen was also capable of an attack, airborne or not. However, this time he attacked a bit differently, using the force to hurl the grenade at an exponentially increased speed, detonating it as soon as he beleived it was near enough to catch the enemy in the blast.

As for the troopers, Vulpesen simply scattered his concussion grenades and his frags through their ranks, aiming to create ten explosions throughout the group. He might have been outnumbered, but a jedi was said to be word quite a few men and if that was true, then he had succeeded in flanking the enemy.Survival was the prime objective. The ships were the second, but taking out sith forces was always someone on that list.

@[member="Marcus Faust"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

More EMPs, again, he had to move. Rolling as they neared, relying on the force to tell him the right moment to act, Marcus ducked away in the nick of time, saving himself from further immobilization. The Stormtroopers, being largely well trained, managed to dodge and roll their way into safety, away from the deadly detonators. But not all were so lucky, explosions claimed limbs and lives, the former of which rained down in a bloody heap. Those that remained scrambled to pull their wounded to safety as well as laying down suppressive fire.

Marcus, whose leg was beginning to function once more, Marcus zoomed forward, blasting @[member="Vulpesen"] with the force before he could properly react to the imminent threat. As he closed the gap, he brought up the saber and slashed, hoping to slice open the Jedi's guts and allow for intestinal spillage.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen growled and brought up his sabers, taking the slash with an X formation, then using it to fling him backwards and away. "Kriff." So his leg was working. And with only one EMP left, that left Vulpesen with very few options. Reaching into his comlink he click the device on. "All wildcards under my command, continue with the main objective."

With those words, he looked back at the sith, a smile touching his lips under the mask. He hadn't won this time, but he was in one piece and in far better shape than their last encounter. "If you don't mind, I believe its time for me to take my leave." Vulpesen raised his blade in salute before beggining to move away, though he kept an eye on @[member="Marcus Faust"]. Never turn your back on a sith, especially one who's expressed an interest in killing you. Yes, it was time for him to leave well enough alone. The crystal would be his someday, but today seemed to not be that day. Besides, now that he thought of it, he had already completed his objective in the fight. @[member="Veino Garn "]had gotten himself into somewhere else, and now Vulpesen was no longer needed.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

The corpse of a Sith soldier toppled over, several others and even a half broken down vehicle lay in the background. The green blade glimmering in his hands. "Slavery.." The word felt like poison on his tongue, as he continued to push through what little Sith forces he found. Using his speed and strength, slicing down through the helpless soldier, using his Glaive as crowd control. Using his knowledge of Makashi to repel the hastily fired blaster bolts. Soon the Sith soldiers surrounding him had dropped dead. He found himself down a long tunnel, it lead to a room filled to the brim with dead Togruta bodies, he slowly made his way through the bodies. Using the complete outrage to push through the bodies and to the other side. Although as the door slid open. His stomach dropped, the power of the dark side was overwhelming, he felt like he couldn't breathe. Only a forest lay ahead, the branches bent and twisted into a doorway, he cautiously made his way though it, and before he knew it he was in a circle of trees. Two figures stood before him, neither Jedi. Most certainly Sith, his Jedi weapon already in hand and almost subconsciously instinctively ignited the blade, unaware of what lay ahead.

@[member="Disciple"]
@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@Kära Vi'dreya @Vexander Graves @[member="Thyrian Ashborn"]

Coci hissed her disapproval as she saw their shots had missed the blonde woman. However, they did find a target in the form of another, a large male Sith, armoured and she could have sworn that she saw him on fire. "We missed the woman, but hit her body guard it appears", she whispered. She assumed the Sith had the ability to sense the event around him and the force forewarned of the incoming danger to his Master. They would have to think of another way to take out the target. "That woman is a high up that is for sure, if we can kill her it might give them something else to think about other then this subjugation of this planet", she looked to Vexander now, but could not wait for his thoughts.

Heavy fire started down upon them, which was to be expected, however they clearly did not know their true location as the fire is directed to other roof tops, as well as the one they are on. Coci lowered and began to crawl away from the edge, to a more secure place. She found an air vent and took cover there and waited for Vexander to join her. They need to get off the building fast and find a new vantage point. She took this moment, to reload her rifle and double check all her weapons.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"]

Already have, he whispered in her mind, as answer to her question. From the moment he saw her, he had started his hunt. It is not a hunt of run and chase, not it is a hunt of the mind. He had entered her mind already and had began his Anzati manipulation of it. Firstly, detecting its strengths and weaknesses, and she had a lot of both. A fractured mind, insane and yet capable of rational thought, a rational thought process that only she believes in. The images that come to him are horrid but nothing Flynn as not seen before, different maybe, but he to has cause such images in others, they will not affect him as it would others.

Slowly, using the force he had began to piece together her mind, but the fractured piece into place, bending her mind to his will, he had blocked off the part of her mind that enjoys pain .. feeds off it, he wanted to know what or how she would feel .. experiencing some form of 'normality'. His eyes now, including the white parts are as black as the night, his concentration at it peak and he is insider her. Piece by piece he places together, she would begin to feel things she had never before, emotions that have eluded her .. she would be able to feel sorrow and pain, not in the way of hurt but of suffering, she could not feed off it now, that is removed for the moment. Then he reached for the part of the brain that controls movement, know the brain so well as he does .. it only takes a fleeting moment to locate it. He has control of her body now, but he will let her know that ... just yet.

If she is to discover this, and decided to run, which she might, then she will remain this way forever, however .. if she stays, he will eventually control her fully and then, he can kill her. The lust of the soup now filtering into her too, he never hides that, but he only makes them aware of it, when he is in control. Her arms and hands hold the her blades now set in that position and will not move.