Operation Rebirth | The Rebellion's Rebellion of Jaminere (Hex AK-24)

[Avoim Oeymo]

Allies: [member="Jax Vandal"], [member="Cenric Marus"], [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Kamon Vondiranach"], [member=Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Lyra Sarn"], [member="Ari Vox"], [member="Glavis"], [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Equipment: Ri Qorit Disabler, StealthX

The Jedi Master was not happy with the situation he was faced with in the skies above Jaminere, oblivious to what was going on in orbit. These droid fighters were being a real pain to deal with, forcing him to constantly dodge their cannon fire. The battle was taking them all over the skies of the planet, if he did not start taking them out soon, they would be able to overwhelm his StealthX in a matter of moments, not even minutes, but moments. Letting out a sigh, he let the Force flow through him, becoming a conduit for it.

As he did so he focused on trying to predict the immediate future, focused his mind on the power known as battle precognition and let his body be moved by the Force. Suddenly his hands jerked the control stick a bit, launching him into a high degree flight angle. Soon he was behind the droids, firing in a seemingly erratic fire pattern, but instead of firing where they were going right this moment he was firing at where they would be going, even launching one of his Shadow Bombs that the droids would be unable to detect with their sensors.

Using the Force, he made the bomb strike one of the Droid Starfighters and explode, if they were flying in a close pattern the explosion would take out at least two additional fighters, eliminating three of their numbers in an instant. Avoim also knew that he would not be able to continue like this for much longer, he would need to land. He was not going to go down so easily however, his shields were holding and that meant he could still fight in the skies above the planet if need be. The Jedi Master was determined to buy the ground teams as much freedom as he could from the fighters in the sky.

 

[Jakkor Kess]

Location: Space port
Objective: Discuss with the Sith
Allies: [member="Rujat Aola"], Rebels
Enemies: Sith Imperials, [member="Darth Imperia"] [member="Darth Filiae"]
Music: The Last Jedi

Jakkor listened closely as the dark woman spoke. He was unnerved by the amber eyes and the savage grin eyeing him as if she was looking for a reason any reason to kill him right here right now. The old Jedi Master looked at the woman with an impassive expression hidden behind the wrappings of his Tusken Mask. She had kept her saber down but unlike him who showed he didn't wish to fight she kept her saber activated. It was expected throughout the ages as he fought the darkness in many forms. He knew that if she was going to kill him she wouldn't have bothered in speaking to him he knew that much. Meanwhile, he could sense his love being surrounded by darkness... His thoughts then turned to the Sith to which he had thought he had blown to kingdom come had survived somehow. For the first time in a long time feared swelled within him.

This was unlike him, he had been cool, calm and collected throughout this. He couldn't afford to give in now to the Sith, but he was running out of options. If anything happened to Rujat he wouldn't forgive himself. He didn't think he ever could if he suffered her death on his conscious. He stared at the Sith who had offered two options. Either fight her and lose everything he loved and cared about. As a Jedi to go against that defies even the most sacred beliefs a Jedi has. He had to protect life, the Rebels would continue as they should but for Jakkor the only he was getting out of this was either through surrender or his death and the lives of his friends. Most of all his beloved Rujat. This day had brought about enough suffering, but one day the Sith would be stopped he knew that he had seen it with the fall of Sidious, then with the fall of the One Sith. All it would take is a spark of hope that would become the catalyst to bring the Sith crashing down. No matter what the woman said living under the rule of the Sith is no life at all. He knew that all too well.

He lowered his head down for a moment reciting the words his Master Kam Solson had told him years ago as a boy. "Emotion, yet peace, Ignorance, yet knowledge, Passion, yet serenity, Chaos yet harmony, Death yet the Force." He had dropped his sabers to the ground as he finished reciting the mantra taught to him eight centuries ago. He looked at the Sith with not a look of hate, not a look of malice or the slightest hint of vengeance. But with a clear one of peace and purpose and spoke with a calm tone that reflected that. "You win Sith... I do not wish anymore harm and surrender to you. But on the condition that my friends that were with me.. Especially that of a Lethan Twi'lek not be harmed, that is my only wish if you would be kind to grant me that.." He stepped forward to meet her, each step was one taken with peace as he was a Jedi to the end he would not risk further harm to the ones he cared about the most. Now at a point where he stood only a few feet from her, he sighed and looked at her in the eyes not wanting to give her the satisfaction of being in despair.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Palace District Sewers.
Objective: Intercept Rebels
Engaging: [member="Romi Jade"]

Mm, this one had some guts to her, and the audacious self-righteousness to go with it. It was typical of a Jedi to assume their own welcome on any world with a different view. Darth Ophidia sneered. While Romi spoke, the serpent managed to curl itself part-way through an iron loop in the vaulted ceiling, a vestige from a former system used in these tunnels.

"So you have chosen the path"

When Romi leapt forward with her strike, Ophidia dropped from the ceiling, and with a quick flip she landed with her high boots in the muck. However, she did not land entirely in the centre, but back and off to her left. It did not look like much, but with her re-positioning she moved herself mere centimetres out of Romi's cut.

Her movements were done in an instant, a single fluent movement, and as Romi's strike came in, it was not met by anything other than fluttering darkness. Rather than oppose, Ophidia swiftly cut into Romi's blade-trajectory to deflect the sabre rather than oppose its force, and in doing so she attempted to make Romi overextend.

"-of pain"

A hilt flicked out into her left hand, identical to the one in her right, curved and smooth with a claw of silvery metal protecting her fingers. The moment it hit her black palm, its bloodshine blade was pointed at Romi's leg and ignited in a furious snap-hiss. Ophidia aimed to cripple her movement with a thrust to the thigh, and to sap her strength with the vampiric touch of her blade.

With the two blades brought out and active, their profane nature was impossible to hide. While not as oppressive as the Soulsaber, they dripped with the dark side of the Force, with pain and malice swirling through the bloodshine blade it powered. Ophidia herself could feel them, the torn souls in the synthetic crystal she had forged, urging her on to cause more pain and suffering.

 

[Leliana]

Location: Jaminere - Heading to the Capitol Building via Sewers
Objective: Intercept Rebels
Allies: [member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Xevek Rakama"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | TSE
Enemies: [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"] | Rebels
Directly Engaging: [member="Kirie Ito"]
Gear: Sith Lightsaber | Daggers | Hidden Blade | Assassin Armour

Leliana followed not too far behind the Seeker Droid, it was bobbing along while the Assassin was looking down at the tracks left behind. There weren't many, whoever she was following had done their best to keep any traces of their presence hidden - careful in how they trekked through the sewers. But it wasn't possible to entirely avoid leaving footprints.

I count maybe...three or four sets of boots.

The assassin mused about her observations until the droid let out a quiet beep, alerting her to the fact they had arrived at their destination. She looked up to see a grate was up above, right in the way of access to the Capitol Building's lowest level. It looked untouched, but Leliana knew better. They would've had go through that to get to their intended destination.

"You're certain this is the only way up into the building?" She received a short confirmation.

But now it was a matter of how she was going to proceed. The assassin knew she could lift the grate, but it would take effort and no doubt alert the enemy of her presence - if any still remained in the room anyway. More so it would leave her open for a quick attack, something she couldn't have if she wanted to catch them by surprise.

She thought on for a few moments, before cursing under her breath. Neither method was appealing to her, but she much preferred being in the advantage when it came to opening attacks.

Leliana summoned the Force to her hands, building up a moderate amount of pressure before releasing it upwards. It slammed into the grate sending it hurtling up into the Maintenance Room, and hitting the ground with a loud clang. The Assassin didn't miss a beat as she continued the Force use and propelled herself upwards through the gap and onto solid ground above.

A dagger in hand, Leliana quickly looked around for any sign of the enemy. It certainly didn't take long for her to realize there were already two others present. One she didn't recognise; [member="Kira Vaal"], and one she did; [member="Darth Ferus"]. At least she thought she did, a flash of recognition crossed her eyes either way. Taking the assumption that the other assassin had Kira's focus, Leliana began to look around. A different situation became clear as the she took note of the canisters. Something about them didn't sit well with Leliana, even though they almost did look right in the room. But she wasn't one to flatout ignore her instincts, instead she turned to the Seeker; but keeping one eye on the Jedi.

"Check that regulator for any anomalies, something tells me they weren't here originally."

With that, the assassin shifted her entire focus back to the other occupants in the room.

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Allies: The Alliance
Foes: The Sith; [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Tavia Elori"]
Objective: Dump loads onto the Sith

Not surprisingly, it didn't take long for the Imperial fleets to begin scrambling their own fighters to counter the rebel squadron that had surged out of hyperspace. While the full spectrum jammers of the Imperial command vessel had been trained down upon the world below, it allowed the Crimsons just enough leeway to check out their own sensors to cringe in fright at the hundreds of attack craft beginning to zero in on them. It wasn't everyday that they were faced with a seemingly impenetrable wall of defenses.

"That's... a lot. Just for us?" An ace remarked, seemingly exasperated. "We're not that dangerous."

"Clear comms." Lok followed, "Double check on coordinates. Everyone got 'em?"

"Affirm, Buck. We got 'em."

The commander doubled back on his sublight engines, pushing them even harder than before to sail ahead of the formation. With the speed of these automated drones and their own squint counterparts, they'd reach the formation in just less than thirty seconds - just out of range to open up on them with thousands of laser cannons.

"Drops bows by forty degrees, prepare to jump!"

As green laser fire began to erupt from the foremost ranks of the swarm closing in on them, the entirety of the Crimson Aces had made their hyperspace jump. The A-Wings were the first to go, followed by the X-Wings and then their slower, bomber counterparts. And in seconds, it was as if the aces had never been there, seemingly retreating as quickly as they had arrived.

Moments later, rebel fighter signatures began to appear beneath the Song of Truth, far closer to Jaminere as they had liked. Aside from the nausea of subsequent hyperspace jumps, the aces were, for the most part, quite intact. Micro-jumps happened to be their specialty.

Grinning wildly, he called over the squad comms for a last time, "Form up, let's hit that bird before they wise up."

 

[Eye of Solomon]

Allies: [member="Tavia Elori"]
Foes: [member="Lok Jorunn"]
Objective: Eliminate Enemy Combatants

From deep within the Behemoth's titanic body seethed an entity of brutal cunning and callous efficiency. For many years it had served the Dark Lord of the Sith faithfully, growing and learning from its master in a way that few artificial intelligence modules did. Aquila had been designated the captain of the Emperor's mighty flagship, and it had watched the growing chaos on Jaminere with unwavering tenacity, calculating every possible maneuver the rebellious worms may take in their vain, futile attempt to displace the influence of the Sith Empire.

But now its gaze had been brought much closer to home, its consciousness taking note of the Crimson Aces with cold calculation. Though the might of the perimeter guard and two thousand automated starfighters had been initially levied against them, Aquila transfixed his gaze onto an empty portion of space close to the Song of Truth.

Its processors tapped into the Behemoth's sensor suites in the fractions of a fraction of a second it took to blink once, projecting possible microjump trajectories several microseconds after the telltale sign of hyperdrive activity had been detected by the long-range scanners. Wordlessly Aquila dispatched several messages to the fighter wings that still wreathed the Behemoth and Song of Truth's outer hulls, primarily made up of the dreadnought's own fighter escort that remained stationary around the two flagships.

Coordinates were relayed, and the fighters began to converge on five different areas that Aquila had marked for possible jump vectors. When the Crimson Aces disappeared and reappeared closer to the Song of Truth, Aquila relayed their exact coordinates to the dozens of wings that had begun their approach while simultaneously engaging the gravity well generators on the Behemoth.

Aquila continued to monitor and project new strategies as the dogfight unfolded.

 

[Delsin Kessler]

Allies: [member="Jax Vandal"] [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="Rujat Aola"] [member="Avoim Oeymo"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Filiae"] [member="Darth Imperia"]
Objective: Picking rebels from the Spaceport

His knee was better than before, so engaging two imperials soldiers was an easy cake. Cutting one blaster in half with the vibroblade and the second enable it throwing the tomahawk. Two of his second skin droid collide into each one face, leaving them unconscious. Apparently they were investigating a garage, but didn´t find a way to open the main entrance. Solon just start cutting himself a door, after picking his tomahawk "Looks like the speeder i bought two years ago" he opened the metal entrance and turned the speeder on.

He couldn´t enter into the capitol building alone, too suicidal, and remembered of the team in the spaceport. That group could make a difference "They could have been discovered and defeated" trying to erase that thought, he drove the vehicle towards there. The first thing he saw was a smoke going to the sky, people running away with dirt and ash on their face and clothes. Injured and some being carried away. Driving the speeder around the spaceport street, when he saw a blue robot walking with a lightsaber.

He saw two girls helping civilians, a human and a twi´lek healing wounds. The engineer decided to go with the medic, as she didn´t had a lightsaber in hand. Kneeling beside the twi´lek medic, he spoke "What happened? The Sith did this?" said with anger.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Location: Jaminere | Trade Port Station
Enemies: The Sith Empire | [member="Koda Fett"]
Allies: The Rebellion | Fel Imperium
Objective: Hold the Supply Depot.
Gear:- Armor, - Blaster Rifle, - Pistol, - Phrik Vibro-Blade

As the man lunged to the enemy firing blindly as his vision focused more and more on the target it was a blind entertainment. From behind the helmet the once respected and mindful man that lead fleets and men into battle was now broken down to a predator playing with his prey. The enemy was skilled, and he seemed to always be looking for an opening. He did not plant his feet in the ground in order to stop, but fired while he continued to sprint at the enemy Mandalorain who now felt the need to flee.

It was a smart move, Jasters pure strength from caring one ton of armor with only the help of a Light Eco-Skeleton for seven years made his body lighter after that Containment Armor was taken off. Since then the combination of the Armors abilities and his own increased strength, a close combat encounter would have been less fun for the now focused warrior.

The wire that struck out at him happened unnoticed. The man walked right into the trap the Mandalorain had shot at him, and with a single move lifted his blade from his hand that was at his waist and place the top of the blade on his shoulder. As the wire was placed around his upper body, his feet continued to move and chase after the flying Mando. Activating the blade the sharp edge of the Phrik Blade began to vibrate with a sonic presence and began to cut through the wire.

He activated his Jump Jet once again and rushed past his opponent and landed behind the man, unable to move his hand, but his feet were still loose. Thus a moving target was still difficult to hit, and the smile behind the helmet grew wider as he still wished to play.

"Dont die to quick, we only just started." The same voice as before escaped and a light chuckle followed the sentence.

 

[Lemon]

JAMINERE

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SPACE PORT

Armour such as Jaster's simply wasn't capable of being cracked open by one man in a confined area, or so Koda deemed it. Fett's arsenal stretched far and wide with tools for every scenario, just not this one. The tactical withdrawal was definitely called for in this moment, and the sounds of chaotic warfare only got louder, and louder, and louder as the Mandalorian moved throughout the Space Port. Surely Khonsu and his Thrysian Sun Guards were relatively close, but whatever it was they were facing must surely have them dug into the ground. Although, the increased fire power they were certainly ready to provide was of course what the Bounty Hunter anticipated.

His jetpack never let up, and his gaze remained fixated upon Awaud as he made his approach. Ultimately, however, the infamous hunter of man remained ahead. It was simply physics. A man in lighter armour could fly further and faster, surely- thus Fett pressed his advantage, knowing full well the Jaster was going to be hot on his heels. Red streaks were rapidly discharged from his Carbine in an attempt to hinder the progress of his adversary, aware that a measly bolt or two was going to cause no true damage.

Fett rounded one last corner, rotating his body within the air to face the conflict ahead of him. Flames, bright lights that raced across the area ahead of him, and individual soldiers reflected in his T-Shaped Visor. A golden conglomeration huddled in the foyer signified refuge for Fett. A deterrent for his opponent, hopefully. The Bounty Hunter raced towards them, zipping through the air and letting loose a wrist mounted rocket that housed a baradium core- paving a way through enemy lines. Ultimately coming to an abrupt halt within friendly territory.

This may convince Koda to make some investments.

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Allies: The Sith Empire - [member="Tabigarashu Madara"], [member="Khonsu Amon"], [member="Ikilwa Arregai"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Apophis Natuu"], [member="Darth Saarai"]

Adversaries: The Rebellion - [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Ursula Toher"], [member="Owazza"]

 

[Darth Bellum]

Kor Vexen

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Location | Lower Districts
Objective | Purge any Resistance
Company | Robed and handcuffed prisoners, Legion Squad, detachment of SE-K9 'Fangs'

Vexen would stand his ground as he sensed the presence of a Jedi nearby. It would come as no surprise to him once the individual he had sensed finally showed himself by engaging his unit. The droids were unable to track the Jedi as he phased in and out of existence, one turning its mono-eye to scan the area only to be abruptly met with a saber being stabbed into its head. It would spark and sputter before dropping to its knees and falling flat on its face. One by one the droids would begin to fall, sparking piles of metal surrounding the area as the soldiers began to keep a loose formation to avoid bunching up for the Jedi to take them all down at once. They were fully prepared to die in the service of Vexen, and it would prove all the more useful for giving him information on how this Jedi functioned and fought.

One of the soldiers would sweep his rifle left and right, his comrades a distance away from one another. He'd sense a shift in atmosphere as he turned towards the disturbance before abruptly being cut down by a saber. Vexen's gaze would go from the fallen soldier as he began to count in his mind, trying to discern whether the Jedi was teleporting instantaneously or physically moving his body along a different plane of perception. Whatever the method, the Jedi had made a mistake of not engaging Vexen directly first while he still held the element of surprise. The centuries-old and battle-hardened Anzat would have his saber in hand, at the ready as his soldiers fell one by one, giving Vexen an idea of how Kamon fought. The soldiers would be barking at one another to try and predict the Jedi's movements, but they were not gifted enough to react accordingly and eventually they would be slain.

As the last of the soldiers fell and all that remained was a single Fang droid as well as the robed figures, Vexen would speak in a calm voice, " You Jedi and your tricks, believing that your resistance holds a candle to our Empire. So naive...And so predictable... " Vexen would activate his saber, a crimson flash erupting from the hilt. Despite what the Jedi thought to merely be a convoy of prisoners that were being paraded around by Vexen, it would turn out that all six of them were Sith Assassins that had kept their presence hidden from the Force as well as the cover of Vexen's overwhelming dark side presence to avoid detection. Their cuffs would unlock instantly as they activated their sabers. It appeared the group being led by Vexen was more than prepared for a Jedi to spring their trap. " Jedi always so quick to come to the aid of the helpless despite putting yourselves in a situation that would be to your disadvantage. Even if you take my underlings down, that won't stop the reinforcements from converging on our location to wipe you and the rest of the vermin out. "

The fact that the entire incident was being recorded did not bother Vexen at all, in fact he welcomed it. This turn of events would only instill fear into the populace when they realize that Sith agents could already be amongst them, hiding in plain sight. It would force them to live in fear, knowing that any resistance that might be formed in the shadows of the Empire, they will be found. All the more reason that Vexen was completely calm in his situation. Six assassins and one of the most experienced Sith fighters in the Empire against a single Jedi; those odds were certainly not in the Jedi's favor. If he slew the Jedi here and now, it would just further go to show that the Jedi would be of no service to those who fought against the Sith Empire on Jaminere. There was no hope for any resistance.

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[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]​

 

[Kirie]

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Location: Sewer system below the Capitol Building
Objective: Try not to die
Aliies: Rebels - [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"] | [member="Kira Vaal"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire | [member="Leliana"] | [member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Xevek Rakama"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Equipment: DC-15s carbine, Bondar Saber, 3x sonic grenade.

It had all happened very quickly. First, the ventilation grills had snapped open, and a gentle breeze began to blow from above. Suddenly paranoid, Kirie checked the straps of her mask. Just to be sure, she pulled on them, so that the rubber seal pressed tightly against her skin and the glass pressed against her nose. Better that than to risk falling unconscious. Sudden beads of sweat ran from her forehead, the saline droplets running down the curves of her face and down over her lips, but she couldn't tale the mask off to wipe them away. Just ignore it. Ignore it.

Then, nothing happened, and continued to not happen for some time. Kirie tapped her foot, wondering what was taking the group so long. She assumed they'd get moving as soon as the gas started pumping, so as to get ahead of the response teams. And yet, nothing was happening. Not a peep from inside. Though, if she opened the door and they were just getting ready then she'd look like an idiot, and Atlas or Kira would scold her for leaving her post at such a crucial point. Doubt gnawed at her belly, or was she sensing something? Perhaps something had gone wrong and they were all dead. Maybe if she checked on them she'd die too!

"You are overthinking this."

Right. Right. Kirie took a step forward. Out from the shadows and into the harsh artificial beams from the overhead light, only to see the door burst open. Atlas barked a quick order, and the team followed him out, streaming past her and up the stairs even before she could process what had happened. Behind them, still in the room, who stood stoically in front of a fearsome red-skinned Zabrak. Things were going wrong, very wrong. Kirie was overtaken with the sudden feeling that they were trapped, ensnared.

She began to turn, began the movement to abandon Kira to her fate, but at that moment the grate that held the entrance to the sewer closed was flung from its hinges, skittering across the floor until it collided with the opposing wall. From the open doorway, Kirie saw the lithe woman climb out of the hole, followed by some sort of small spy droid. She eyed Kira and her opponent, but apparently missed Kirie, standing in the doorway on the other side of the room.

Now was her chance, she raised her carbine, squeezing off a single shot with trepidation. She wasn't a good shot, but the stun bolt was wide, and she was close. With a bit of luck the woman would be knocked out, and Kirie would be able to help her ally with the Zabrak.

However, she knew these things rarely went as planned.

 

[Romi Jade]

Objective: Buy rebel team time.
Enemies: [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Location: Palace District Sewers.

Spoiler

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

Overextended; Her wrist grew tight, she'd take back some of that strength when she finally stopped fighting back against the hold.

Gasp!

The cost was the arrival of a second blade, and she didn't have nearly half the second to think it all through. She deftly applied pressure against the ignition switch and her lightsaber retreated back into its device. With finesse, she flipped the weapon into a reverse grip, with it igniting as it slammed into her palm. Her glowing blade swept in, barely in enough time to knock the Sith' weapon off course; the length fabric of her suit was seared and the surface of her skin followed; it could've been worse.

She expected to take some sort of hit, as she was on autopilot.

Mhn!

She stepped back, absorbing the cut for a bit; the burning sensation lingered for a bit but Romi would be on her, again and again until she got her way. Athletic and fast, she used the physical momentum of her retreat. She fell into a dance, twisting as she came around, slashing wide and level with her scarlet lightsaber. Her hair shone with reflected highlights as it lashed from one shoulder to another. Her blue eyes blazed with another sort of light, one that matched the ferocity in her face, betraying no sense of weakness from her recent hit.

One-two

One-two

She pressed forward, darting in while she swung her blade. Her swing spun her around, she'd use it to transition from one side of her opponent to the other, slashing at her opponent with the scarlet blade consistently until she got from point A to B. She carved what seemed like an infinity symbol in the air, just before she'd end up on the opposite side of Ophidia.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Location: Outside the Comms Hub
Allies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] and Co.
Enemies: [member="Kor Vexen"]

So like a Sith to try and intimidate. Also like a Sith to believe that his age was the superior resource. Unfortunately for Kor, the Sith was a child by comparison to Kamon.

Thus was it that, after dismantling the living soldiers, he was faced with the prisoners. Prisoners who were in fact Sith Assassins. Go figure. See, when dealing with Sith, the first rule is to assume nothing. So while the people had been dressed as prisoners, and while one would think that a Jedi would assume that prisoners would be willing to help out, Kamon hadn't assumed such. That was why he hadn't freed them during the kerfuffle of dealing with Kor's flunkies. He wasn't stupid. He knew very well that, given Kor had overly announced himself not long earlier, much confirmed by the same voice issuing now from the Sith, nothing was as it seemed. This particular Sith believed he had a rat trapped in a corner, but really he'd walked into a Krayt's den with nothing but cannon fodder.

Never mind the fact that it begged to question, still, how the Sith had known anyone was even around to be of presence enough to "pick up people off the street" who were actually Sith in disguise. Seemed rather illogical. Add in the fact that it was all being recorded and Kamon didn't really care much. As it was, propaganda was a two way street, which was often overlooked by the Sith. So while Kor might think that this show of Force, and the fact that there were Sith hiding among civilian populations, was an effective scare tactic, it was also a motivational factor for the people who didn't want their everyday lives interrupted by skeezballs like this Sith. People preferred freedom, not bondage. Sith always forgot that.

Furthermore, Kamon was not afraid of Sith Assassins anyway. Nor was he afraid of Kor. Nor was he trapped. In his mind, he'd laid the trap for the Sith, not the other way around. This whole thing, dismantling his forces, had given him the footage to show what one person could do against the Sith forces. True, the Empire had numbers. True, they didn't care about the people they subjugated. But numbers meant nothing when the person fighting them was ultimately superior to their skill level. One Echani Master was greater than the fodder thrown at him. And to think how different it would be if he was a full-blooded Echani and had grown up fully immersed in their ways rather than learning it later in life. He'd be even deadlier. Still, he was eight centuries in age, thanks to being frozen off and on for most of it and regenerating other times, so he'd had plenty of time to learn.

And with the last of the soldiers fallen, and the "prisoners" now exposing themselves, he calmly walked into the center of the number, hidden inside of the Current, while the Sith gave an exposition on why Jedi were who they were. Too bad he'd never heard the old adage that actions speak louder than words. Maybe he'd shut up then.

With that, he released his hold of the Current, appearing in full Force right inside the Sith Assassins little group. He imagined this would be a surprised, especially for the Sith who believed he'd trapped a Jedi. For Kamon, though, it was akin to just another day in the line of fire. And as he appeared, he stepped to the right, stabbing his blade at one of the assassins while propelling the other through the Force at one of the other ones. This was his battlefield. The world might be in the grips of the Sith, at the moment, but battle was his calling, his way of living. The Echani danced in battle. They spoke through their movements, the fluidity of their strikes, the delicate rise and fall of their blade. This was breathing to him. This was life. Now, with the gift Kor had given him in the form of false prisoners, he'd awakened his inner self.

“So in war, the way is to avoid what is strong, and strike at what is weak.” -Sun Tzu​

 

[Itash Mecetti]

Location: Antigone Communications (formerly Jaminere Communications Consolidated), Palace District)
Allies: TSE, [member="Cassandra Paige"] | [member="Jacen Vadith"] | [member="Tsisaar Taral"] | [member="Sebastian Thel"] | [member="Llkt'tudrin'wyshd"]
Enemies: Home Invaders (Rebels, [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Jax Vandal"] [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="Lyra Sarn"] will add if there are more for sure)
Current Objective: Project Oversight -- Greet the home invaders.

It was strange to him how misguided these souls were.

"You walk into a building owned by private citizens." Tash recounted calmly as the standstill extended itself with every single breath. The tension was palpable, he could feel it in the air, could almost sense it stressed to its breaking point. It wouldn't take much more than a little push for it to snap and turn this into a mess.

"...and think that threatening people with their death if they don't do as you command makes you a hero?" Something else added itself into the mix, voices... warm, pleasant, they felt like the touch of a welcoming father. Of the embrace of a loving mother. They spun a web that it designed as home and tried to coax the Darksiders into it. Itash scowled as he felt the mysterious presence press against his mind. "I do not enjoy unwelcome visitors... either on my property... or in my head." After all, Mecetti had no reason to assume it was the lightsaber's doing, some artifact of the light. No, he assumed it was this self-righteous Jedi trying to play tricks with him.

With a rough push he kicked the brilliant warmth out of his mind and locked it down tight. It might have worked on someone else, on someone who knew and thrived on those sort of connections.

But Lord Tash of House Mecetti had not been privy to a warm household.

That is when it happened- the tension snapping in the air as Cedric's presence in the Force magnified when he manipulated its strands, shifting things around and forcing his will onto those around him. The civilian employees all collapsed into a heap, crumbling to the ground for the ones that had still been standing frozen in fear.

Among them Sebastian Thel, who had been trying to comfort one of Antigone's employees. Such kindness from him. Itash would remember it.

"What have you d-" Then the Malacia rushed in and rammed itself into his defenses. It threatened to overwhelm him, the feeling of nausea running through his stomach, his veins burning, eyes twitching. "Not in my house." Itash growled through gritted teeth as his mind fought back -- the brief touch of it against Cedric's would potentially burn them both.

Pure white touching pure black, deep-crimson ink swarming through the connection that Cedric had created, as a tide to choke out the Jedi's connection.

With a grunt he reversed the connections to him and his allies, deflecting it as best as Itash could and redirected it towards the allies of the Jedi. Bile still clinging to his tongue, but now it would be [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Ari Vox"], [member="Jax Vandal"], [member="Cenric Marus"] and [member="Lyra Sarn"] feeling the effects of the power. "End them." Mecetti bit the words out, one by one through the pain.

His own hand lashed out and with a gesture Itash attempted to use their close proximity to one another against them. The Force trying to jerk Cenric's hand with the ignited lightsaber to the side, so it would burn through their allies.

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Location: Antigone Communications (formerly Jaminere Communications Consolidated), Palace District
Allies: TSE, [member="Itash Mecetti"] [member="Jacen Vadith"] [member="Tsisaar Taral"] [member="Sebastian Thel"] [member="Llkt'tudrin'wyshd"]
Enemies: Rebels, [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="Lyra Sarn"] [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Jax Vandal"]
Current Objective: A measured response
Current Mood: I don't make deals with peasants

Spoiler

Gear: Stylish suit. Killer heels. Paddle Beamer.

Behind Itash, Cass swayed ever so slightly. While neither a powerful force user nor someone entirely without it, she was effected by both things offered by the Jedi Knight- the whisperings as well as the Malacia. Neither was strong, aimed as they were at others with a different focus on each, but they mixed in a cocktail of unpleasantness that left her feeling as though she were half drunk on something she didn't have the properly biology to enjoy. Her hand went out to the desk beside her, steadying.

The intrusion of that voice first. Soft words, distant. Utterly alien. They shifted against the sharp edges of someone with no better nature to appeal to. Cassandra wasn't, after all, a misguided soul, bent on a path of destruction because they had no where else to turn. The fundamentals of her mindset were settled at right angles to the expectations of humanity. The voice echoed off of those odd angles, repeating over and over again but each time quieter than the last, until they finally fell silent. There was nothing in that mind to absorb them, to own them. This was not fertile ground for the light.

It's seeds fell on hard stone, and when they tried to grow, withered with no soil to root in.

The Malacia however, took purchase. While not one of the non-force users he was focusing on, she was weak enough in the Force that the waves of it easily overcame her defenses.

Defenses?

In truth, she had none.

In the long game Itash was playing, teaching her to recognize his intrusions and subtle manipulations of her with the Force was never something he had looked to do. Why teach her those things, after all, when he wished to continue doing so? The dizziness crept in, the wave of nausea. The vertigo made her almost sink to her knees, simply to stop the spinning.

Around her, her employees succumbed. Some took longer than others, but not a one of them had the capacity to fight off something like this. They were communications experts, the best that credits could hire- they were engineers and sensors, communications and infrastructure specialists. But there was no part of any of them that could stand up to someone seeking to put them down with the force. They collapsed against their desks, or crumbled where they stood. Cass was too focused on keeping her own balance, but even if she hadn't been, there was nothing she could have done to help them. Negotiate? Negotiate what? They had threatened violence if her people didn't leave.... and then given them no chance to before rendering them insensate. Guns drawn, weapons threatening, at what point could they have safely made their way from the room in the tension of that stand off? No, Cassandra would not make deals with terrorists. Especially like this.

Then Itash shoved it back, and she felt it ease on her- it did not remove the sensation entirely. Her head still spun, she still felt the roil in her belly. But she could stand back up. She could release the paddle beamer, ensconced in the cybernetics of her thigh. Her fingers curl around it and bring it to bear.

Even if Itash had not given the word, her arm would already be coming up.

They had come into her sphere- attacked her employees. Cassandra was a psychopath, but in a way that made it worse. These people belonged to her. Grey eyes snapped with a cold fury.

She could feel the tension of power, the way it rose between [member="Cedric Grayson"] and [member="Itash Mecetti"]. When Itash had started training her to defend herself, to never allow another Raykka, he had taught her to follow his lead, to focus where he did, at least at first.

One day, you'll be better equipped to choose targets, Cass, but right now, you don't have the experience. Not an insult, simple truth. Follow my lead, and I will not lead you astray. Trust me.

So she aimed the beamer at Cedric- it was an easy choice in truth because he was the one was doing this- whatever this was. Firing off a pair of shots- the first went wide, her hands shaking too badly from the Malacia- it might hit one of the people behind him, but she didn't wait to see- instead she refocused, braced her elbow with her other hand, and fired a second shot immediately.

Summary/TLR- Cass fired two shots with the paddle beamer at Cedric- one went wide, definitely missed, and might hit someone behind him because of dizziness from Malacia

 

[Darth Bellum]

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

Kor Vexen

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Location | Lower Districts
Objective | Purge any Resistance
Company | Six Sith Assassins, One SE-K9 'Fang'

Vexen would watch as Kamon once more vanished from his line of sight as he kept his saber to his side, waiting patiently. The Jedi would continue to use his tricks to fight, but his actions would only be made predictable as he was revealing his method of fighting as well as where he typically chose to strike from; coming in from blind points to strike when his opponent least expected it. The initial attack would go through without much difficulty on Kamon's part, but the Sith Assassins were much more aware and alert than Kamon's previous victims, with much faster reaction times as well.

One Sith Assassin would go down as he was stabbed from behind while another had been swept off the ground by a Force push. The Sith Assassins were not very tightly clustered as they each would make use of the space around them, as such the Sith that had one of his comrades launched at him would deftly move off to the side as he and his remaining companions that were still standing sent out arcs of Force lightning at Kamon, the deadly lightning creating a web of shocking pain that raced towards Kamon's revealed position from four different directions.

Vexen was slightly amused by the spectacle as he watched Kamon fight. The longer Kamon was engaged in combat, the more information he gave Vexen. The Sith Assassins would help in this endeavor as they would prove to be capable opponents that would help in this. He was learning more of the Jedi as he fought, whereas the Jedi had no idea what Vexen was capable of. And if the Jedi were to foolishly throw himself at Vexen without proper care, he would find himself in a very very bad position to be in indeed.

Where Kamon had footage to give false hope, Vexen still had the opportunity to execute the Jedi and anyone else foolish to stand against the Sith Empire. Contrary to the beliefs of the rest of the galaxy, the Sith Empire took care of its citizens and were fair and just, it was only when the ugly head of dissidents and rebels raised themselves did the Sith come down hard. The idea of feigned hope that these radical terrorists hoped to raise would be pulled out by its roots; fear would bring the population at large back until order had been restored and the people could see for themselves all that the Empire had to offer them for their own growth and prosperity.

Vexen still had not forgotten about what the Jedi had done on Mirial, and he would be sure to return the rage and sorrow of the Empire's people to the Jedi in full. While Kamon's skirmish with Vexen and his assassins continued, local reinforcements had been mobilizing. Several squads were to converge on Vexen's position only for the Sith to order them directly to the communications hub. If the Jedi had not accomplished their task of taking it over soon, they may very well find themselves being overrun by the Legion's elite. Their paths for retreat were slowly dwindling as time went on, and time was not a commodity that the Jedi could afford.

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[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]​

 

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[Shade of Decay]

Location: Comm Hub
Allies: [member="Cassandra Paige"] [member="Itash Mecetti"] [member="Jacen Vadith"] [member="Sebastian Thel"] [member="Llkt'tudrin'wyshd"]
Enemies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Jax Vandal"] [member="Lyra Sarn"]
Objective: Get mad

Tsisaar's mind could barely comprehend the words that were coming out of the Jedi's mouth.

The last he had checked, total warfare was not a tactic that should be properly considered by them, and yet the Jedi had said it himself: The private, civillian owned-and-operated communications hub was now a military target, and anybody who sought to protect their own livelihood or themselves would be considered valid targets as well. Yet the Jedi and his allies didn't even have the basic willingness to admit the truth of it, refusing to acknowledge themselves as the terrorists they were currently acting as.

Bloody hypocrites. At least those of us in the Sith are honest about these sorts of things.

However, he didn't have time to respond before he felt a foreign presence brush against his mind, trying to coax him to surrender and leave. While the minor mental assault made an admirable attempt towards avoiding bloodshed, just as with Itash and Cassandra, it met an unflinching wall of resistance. Tsisaar's resolve to do his duty and enforce the will of the empire repelled it powerfully, with a strength that was matched by only one other source.

His scarred-over half of a huleppi, ripped from his face by a starweird, twitched momentarily. Other scars, gained in his training and service to the Sith, twinged with pain. His four-fingered grip on his lightsaber hilt tightened, while the jaw, teeth, and modified digestive tract that he should not have fought against his natural biology, the markers of the modifications made to him as an embryo. And with it all, the thought of the oncoming degradation that he could never be sure when it would set in remained in the back of his mind. I do not live to suffer, he mentally replied to the voice, just before casting it back out. Life is suffering.

With his mind clear, the malacia itself was not a difficult matter to attend to, as Tsisaar righted his own innards through the Force and reestablished his own subconscious defenses, while somewhere at the edge of his awareness he noticed Lyra Sarn being intercepted by another Sith who had come to help. Able to breathe easily and see clearly again, Tsisaar fully righted himself. His eyes fell back perfectly on the group before them, an unmistakable feeling of malevolence behind the dark gaze. The assault on his mind had done well to force his attention back on the circumstances of his creation, and the constant pain he felt due to the nature of his phsyical being.

An experiment.

A tool.

A failure.

That rage and malevolence quickly found an outlet. As Itash tried to force Cenric's lightsaber into his allies, and Cassandra fired her own weapon at the group, Tsisaar's free hand rose. From the fingertips, his anger manifested as crackling energy, a barely-controlled blast of lightning that threatened to envelop all four of the rebels that stood before him in response to Itash's command to end them. Burn.

 

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Immediately Nearby Allies: [member="Jax Vandal"] | [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Ari Vox"] | [member="Kamon Vondiranach"] | [member="Cenric Marus"]

Immediately Nearby Enemies: [member="Itash Mecetti"], [member="Jacen Vadith"], [member="Tsisaar Taral"], [member="Sebastian Thel"], [member="Cassandra Paige"], @Llkt'tudrin'wyshd


The Malacia worked better than Cedric had expected. All around him, those that called themselves civilians slumped over in their chairs, fell to the floor, or entered various other states of inconvenient unconsciousness. He'd relied on his comrades for protection, but the assault that befell him did not come from a source he knew.

A wall of shadow came before him within the Great Ocean, swallowing up the energies he willed toward his enemies and sending them back toward Cedric. It was a maneuver within the force that had shocked him the first time he'd been witness to it back on Krayiss Two, but one he had learned to deal with as he'd gained experience.

"This isn't your house anymore sir, it's ours," the lightsaber in his hands flickered with golden light for a brief second. Its presence within the empyrean shone brighter still, burning away the tendrils of corrupted energy that the master of the Dark Side had sent the rebels' way. With a gesture of Cedric's will, those strands of energy were unraveled into nothingness.

Unfortunately for the knight, his concentration on diverting the energies of the empyrean had left him momentarily distracted; just long enough for the mouthy woman to send a bolt of stunning energy Cedric's way. Fortunately for the knight, he had come dressed for war. The stun bolt crashed into the knight's shielded chest plate, the military mobility shield flickering for a moment as it absorbed the energy.

Still, the woman's shot had momentarily broken Cedric's concentration, keeping him from launching a mental assault against the other force master.

For a moment, Cedric's mind shifted to [member="Lok Jorunn"]. Hopefully the fighters' operation went according to plan; otherwise this was all going to get pretty messy very quickly.

Casting aside that worry, Cedric returned to the moment. He reached out into the empyrean, to the ethereal links that had been forged between himself and his team members. "Ignore the civilians. Concentrate your fire power on the force users. Don't take chances taking prisoners unless you're sure it's safe."

His command given, Cedric wasted no time in bearing down upon the source of his irritation. His blade lifted in a violent arc as he approached [member="Itash Mecetti"]; the one Cedric identified as the greatest threat. The knight was quick on his feet despite the plates that encased the front of his body. His heavy blade fell in such a way it would tear from shoulder to hip, the move highly aggressive and focused in its utilization. It was a simple maneuver, but a quick and intimidating one that Cedric hoped might catch his would-be opponent off guard after their ethereal contest.

As he charged, force lightning fired in arcing bolts toward the entirety of the group. Cedric was too caught up in his assault to defend the team, instead choosing to trust in their abilities to escape the lightning's reach. As for himself, the lightning withered in strength as it came within the Blade of Ruusan's aura, its touch sent Cedric's hairs on end and his shield flickering, but little more.



TLDR: Went to counter Itash's mental assault, got hit by Cas's bolt so Cedric could only dissipate the Malacia. Lightsaber continues to buff rebel party. Cedric moved to carve Itash into two big pieces.

 

[Cenric Marus]

Communications Hub
Allies: [member="Jax Vandal"] | [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Avoim Oeymo"] | [member="Ari Vox"] | [member="Kamon Vondiranach"] | [member="Glavis"] | [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Enemies: [member="Cassandra Paige"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Tsisaar Taral"] | [member="Sebastian Thel"] | [member="Jacen Vadith"]

Having just switched into a more defensive stance, Cenric found both of his hands resting on his lightsaber hilt when he felt the sudden tug on the hilt of his weapon. The young, dashing, Padawan let out a surprised yelp, his fingers tightening as he found himself jerked to his left. The bright cyan blade shifted slightly, pulling him along, but not into his allies.

The grip that he had on the weapon allowed him to counter the pull, and instead he used it's momentum to bring the training saber between [member="Tsisaar Taral"]'s lightning and his allies.

Bright sparks of purple dashed around the cyan cylinder, striking and lashing out as they enveloped the blade.

The action looked about as clumsy as it could get. There had been no smooth and subtle motion to take him into his defense, rather it appeared as though Cenric had simply lucked into the defense, not that it mattered much. There wasn't anyone around that he was really trying to impress.

Cenric grit his teeth, fingers slipping slightly as sweat beaded on his skin. The lightning lashed at it's face even as it found itself contained upon his blade, one or two sparks flicking up to lick his skin.