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

[Farah]

Location: Capital, transport crash site
Objective: Try to like, help out
With: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

This was not Farah’s first time on the battlefield. Though she was no warrior, that didn’t mean that the Zeltron had no place in war. She was too comfortable in an operating theater, too at home in the emergency room. All of those situations, no matter how gruesome or devastating, had some measure of control. There were high tech, state of the art tools and people trained in exactly what they needed to know to save lives, but only in a highly specific circumstance.

Right now she had to think on her feet and stretch her abilities to their limits. Had Joyce not showed up, Farah likely would have stayed behind to run the triage unit. Taking a step outside of her comfort zone with the Epicanthix hybrid was daunting.

The ship hit the barrier and Farah grunted, stance crumpling somewhat as she did her best to slow down such a tremendous force. Joycelyn had done the heavy lifting and eventually the transport stuttered to a stop, not before causing a building’s frame to shift and shudder. The impact had kicked up dust and dirt, coating anyone and anything in the immediate area of the crash site.

With the immediate danger over, Farah collapsed briefly on the ground. She was not used to exerting herself in this way witch sparked the somewhat comical idea of her training with Joyce. She had no doubt that the amazonian woman could throw her like a javelin and win the aurodium in the galactic games. Without her envirosuit or even a surgical mask on hand, the doctor had to make do with tying a scrap of cloth around the lower half of her face in order to breathe easier.

She made haste to the downed ship with Joyce and Pythia. “Nice work. Are you okay?” Joyce must have had to exert a lot of energy and Farah had seen firsthand many times what overexertion could do.

After the doors were pried open, Farah did what she did best. “Assess the injuries. I’ll take the most critical.” There’d likely be bruises and superficial lacerations aplenty.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Kaine's Siqsa Battle Armor[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]War's Edge[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]x1 Sith Lightsaber | x1 Valis Worship Lightsaber (White, No special features.)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Capital Annex, Jaminere[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]PC Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"][/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: Rebels and Jedi[/SIZE]​

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It was brilliant.

A pincer attack would cause the crowd of rebellious fools to separate. The two Jedi would have to split their ranks, hopefully, preventing Orion from dispatching the vulnerable soldiers and mercenaries. Of course, in the wake of efforts from the Sith Assassins, they would be vanquished with ease. Plus, even if the Jedi were ready for them, nothing could prepare them for the hellish capabilities of the one true Darth Avacyn.

Orion could feel the aura from such a large distance away. The gripping tendrils of the darkside swarming to her like a flowing river of power. Is that what it meant to be a master? To constantly be engulfed, swallowed, and suffocated by the pure, raw galactic energies of the darkside? Orion yearned for it, but in time, he too would be consumed by its influence. For now, he would display the power of his own training. Although, the instruction of his old master would guide him when needed.

He dashed around the corner and slide between two buildings only to rush at the forefront of the crowd. Orion's eyes lifted from underneath his hood, a golden mask tantalizing the on lookers. The lightside tried to pierce the veil of his tainted aura. To no avail, it continued to surge through him like a freshly lit candle. In the mere seconds of his appearance the blasters were raised. A hailstorm of colored beams erupted into the dark alleyway. Without thought, Orion counted the motion in his strategic mind.

Pivot, one...two...Step back...three...Four...

Two sabers tore through the darkness, an illumination of opaque and vibrant red. The fluid motion of his gyrating wrists spun the sabers to deflect the ravenous assault. Orion channeled the focus of the force as he found solace against the well aimed shots. The blaster bolts continued to keep him at bay, one slip up and Orion would be in danger. The zapping sound as his sabers clashed with the bolts sent them ricocheting backwards. It forced the cowards to dive for cover, some behind large metal trash cans. While others found personal deflector shields of use. They were brave, Orion shifted the white saber down further and continued to protect himself. If a bolt hit it properly, he could take out a few with the deflector shields not guarding their knees.

Orion grinned, the sound of a distant hum slipped into the fray. A bright green saber parted between the soldiers that fired. It was a Jedi, a female Jedi. Her nimble frame showed a toned physique. the blonde strands of her hair flowing out from her brown hood.

"So the Sith want to play?' she said, her confident tone hiding her nerves. "I'll make it quick."

The empty threat would be put to rest sooner, rather than later. Orion remained calm, careful to keep his rotating pattern in response to the aggressive shots. He wouldn't lose to them...

which meant they would die.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Capitol Annex - Capitol Building - Stairs​

Allies: [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"] | [member="Zek Koth"] | [member="Jakkor Kess"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | Rebellion​

Enemies: The Sith Empire | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Xevek Rakama"] | [member="Darth Ferus"]​

[member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Leliana"]​

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Atlas had begun taking the stairs two at a time, heavy footfalls echoed in his ears and hot breath creating a slick layer of condensation on the interior of the mask he wore. They'd already traversed at least two floors. Soon enough they'd be just where they wanted to be - or at least that had been the plan. A part of him had felt almost bad at delegating tasks, as if somehow he were responsible for each and every one of them here. Though that may have in part been true, they'd all volunteered for this. Many at risk of being caught or killed in the process, and those were the best of scenarios. They'd all heard stories of what people like the Sith did with those they deemed an enemy of the state.

The rhythmic slap of feet against each stair was broken by a snap hiss from above. A red hue filled the dimly lit stairwell casting strange shadows, it caused Atlas to slow to a halt, barrel of his weapon lined up carefully upwards as he braced himself against the wall. *Only a few flights up - if I wager right.* The pilot fought to bring his breath back under control, mind falling quickly into the almost instinctual training he'd received. Before he had chance to catch his breath however, a voice breached the sanctum of his mind. An inaudible tone rang within his very skull, an unsettling presence brushing up against his own.

“The way to the Palace above lies beyond me unless you wish to try your luck with finding a different route.”​

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“The path through the Palace to the Emperor now fills with his soldiers, blockades designed to stop you being erected as we speak. Be smart and turn back now. Or, be dumb, and meet your death at my hands. I pray for the latter.”​

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A frustrated sigh escaped the rebel's lips, eyes squinting as he tried to lay eyes on the enemy above. Though he'd likely not have admitted it, it was fortunate for Atlas that the man had chosen to reveal himself before they got to the top. The noose was tightening, that was without doubt but they weren't caught yet. Already they'd been accosted at their first entry to the building, now cut off from the throne room by a particularly resourceful foe. They'd have to do better, not only if they wanted to survive but to escape.

Already he'd seen Kirie and Kira peel off, engaged by agents of the Sith, now behind him he counted two, maybe three others at best. They'd have to adjust, but to divert again would cost them time they didn't have. Jaw tensing, Atlas slowly advanced, his mortality becoming more and more apparent with each step. It didn't matter - he had to see this through. He knew what he'd signed up for. Barrel pointing at an angle, every step led him closer to the door above they needed to get through to reach the throne room. The problem of the lightsaber armed figure lurking above however, Atlas hadn't yet solved. Those who used the Force had a peculiar advantage, one which required copious amounts of money or time to overcome. None of these did the Rebellion have, even the Trade Council was too poor to provide much equipment that was meant to resist against the high intensity beams generated by the lightsabers the Jedi and Sith so often wielded.

Cresting the final set of stairs, the barrel of his weapon leveled at the figure there. He had one chance, one opportunity to get the jump on his newfound enemy, to utilize the arrogance displayed by the confident Sith. With only a hit more pressure on the trigger, the blaster weapon discharged, the stun beam firing at the man's head and shoulders. A shout went up, a rallying cry of anger, frustration, and pent up emotion echoing up and down the stairwell as Atlas charged his enemy. As footstep after footstep drew more of his enemy's body into view he fired again. The space was narrow, it was unlikely his efforts would go completely unrewarded, but Force users tended to bend the rules of logic at times - even science couldn't accurately explain some of the feats he'd heard of.

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The chemical tanks had done their job, the building's regulator pumping the toxin throughout the capitol building - by now anyone not quick enough to don a mask, or those not fortunate enough escape the building would find themselves either incapacitated or lingering at the edge of consciousness. They'd come so far already, but there was yet so far to go. Roadblocks had appeared as the rebels had charged, or stumbled towards their objective and as time passed, their window of opportunity closed. Mixed contributions of bad luck and lack of resources had hampered them thus far and thanks to the communications jamming effected by the Destroyer in orbit, Atlas and his team had next to no knowledge of things going on outside their immediate sphere. Their diversion by all means appeared to have failed, even the Emperor had been revealed as on site, but beyond these the fog of war consumed everything.

They were rapidly approaching terminal velocity, the point of no return - choices that would have dire consequences would have to be made sooner rather than later, if it wasn't already too late.

 

[Ari Vox]

Spoiler

Location: Communications Hub
Enemies: [member="Cassandra Paige"], [member="Itash Mecetti"], [member="Tsisaar Taral"], [member="Sebastian Thel"], [member="Jacen Vadith"]
Allies: [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Jax Vandal"], [member="Cenric Marus"], [member="Lyra Sarn"]
Objective: Survive
Equipment:
1st and 2nd Lines of Gear in signature
+ Neural Band
+ BR-212 Jackal ACR

It came from somewhere deep. A resurgence of a thought that Ari had sought to suppress the entirety of her life, a thought that lingered ever near on the edges of her conscious mind, it's intensity flooding past the mental barriers and influencing every thought she'd ever had since. For the Mandalorian it surfaced in a visage, the unmistakably hunched silhouette of a man she'd long ago silenced, his words etched into the hard-wiring of her psyche and striking frayed and batter synapses as they echoed once more in her ears.

"Useless...pathetic..." The snippets of his anger came in torrents of emotion, they uneased her grip on reality and made the targets on her visor replicate into the being of her utmost displeasure. The dark side of the force was something she had rarely experienced and never so viscerally as this encounter was. Struggling with the demons and the pain that rang within her, Ari saw the spark of a fire in the distance, her mind's eye painting it in such wonderous strokes of life that the Mandalorian felt in awe of its magnificence. At once far it grew nearer and nearer still, it's exuberance unmatched by the tendrils that it were eviscerated in its mere presence, her path once again clear as the ghosts withered and faded from view.

Her senses came back fully with the snap of a weapon, the woman finding now that she was kneeling beside the doorway. It seemed she had momentarily blacked out, choked by the tendrils that had come forth from the Sith's blackened mind, and from her compromised position she could see in a blink that the situation had gone critical. For one the woman across the room had obviously fired her weapon, lining up the second shot as she brought the off-hand up to brace, and the indescribable horror beside her raising one four digited appendage up to unleash hell upon her and her own.

Dropping from her kneeling position forward, Ari braced with her shoulder and the side of her helmet into the ground, contorting her body slightly to raise the ACR and switch the safety off, it's first setting going to stun. By the time she'd lined the shot up lightning was coursing in a brilliant display of energy, it's carnage seemingly contained by Cenric's training sabre, and the woman's small weapon had fired once more into Cedric, it's bolt striking the Jedi centre mass and in the shielding. Ari's own shielding deployed, triggered by the occasional arc that popped from Cenric's sabre and passed towards his distorted comrade.

With a pull of the trigger, she engaged the rifle's setting and blasted hell towards her enemies, the high-energy rounds creating a cacophony of sound as they streaked across the three hostiles before her, the angle of her rifle causing the misses to impact high into the wall.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

OBJECTIVE: Protect Citizens of Jaminere.
ALLIES: Pythia Sybilla, [member="Farah"]
OPPONENTS: Smoke and stuff.

Spoiler

Gear on person: Joycelyn's Tyrant Armour | 2x Ion Grenades | Zaudraka | Spear | Sidearm | Scroll

If Joycelyn had fallen to a knee, then she would probably not have been able to get back up again, and what held her up was mostly determination and adrenaline. Had not Pythia channelled her power directly through Joycelyn, then the vahlacanthix would have been shot for power and unable to stand. Pythia knew this too; the power she put into Joycelyn was not just transferred, but invested in the Sword of Vahl's continued ability to fight and protect. Protection which extended to Pythia herself.

"I am still standing." "That injection really worked."

The armour helped too. Its metal structure was heavy, but its systems strengthened Joycelyn's body. Additionally, it made her feel safer. If a bomb had gone off now, then she would have been badly hurt, but less than she had been before. She would not have shrapnel sticking out of her skin, at least.

In a place like this, the helmet helped her even more. Its sensors helped her see in the smokey interior, and the filters kept smoke from invading her lungs.

"As you wish, doc."

Climbing inside the ship, she had to crouch slightly as she entered the ship. Out of the two squadrons plus crew, Joycelyn quickly counted seven dead, including the pilot, and fifteen living with six in critical condition. She left the six critical ones for Farah and gingerly started carrying the wounded legionaries out of the SI/AIT two at a time. They would need space to work.

Pythia remained outside, taking care of the ones Joycelyn carried out. She focused on identifying injuries and stopping the worst bleeding. Fortunately, the legionaries had strong armours to protect them. It was the turning and tossing of the ship as it was hit that had injured them the most. There were a few burns and some shrapnel damage as well.

As the Sith worked to pull the troopers out of the ship and tended to the wounds of their troops, people started peeking through doors. Some exited, some even stepped out with what supplies they had at hand, like basins of water, strips of bandages and the like. At least one civilian man bound a mask on his face and stepped into the ship to help move those he could out of the hull and into the street itself.

Some fear there was, of course. Some eyes were shifty, looking at the enormous black armour with the red-eyed dog-head as well as the crimson-clad attendant with her bound eyes. A few even scrutinised the pink doctor herself. Still, they helped earnestly and not out of fear for retribution.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Location: Same As It Has Been
Allies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] and Co.
Enemies: [member="Kor Vexen"]

Cedric, army forces are inbound on your position. I am engaged, he sent to his fellow Jedi via the Force.

He'd killed one of the assassin's in his initial strike. That was a good start. Another he'd tossed away with the Force. Four were an immediate threat, but he wasn't worried. He was even less worried when they all resorted to the unimaginative usage of Force Lightning. He maneuvered his sabers to nab most of it. Some got through, but thanks to the high ionic defense of his suit, it didn't do too much to him. And he wasn't going to give it the chance to either.

He flicked his saber around and directed the lightning off of it directly at the assassin he'd sent flying. Catch the weak while they are down. Save the strong for when their forces are thinned. At the same time as he did this, he flicked his other hand to send his saber flipping into a reverse grip, and jumped to the side of one of the other assassin's, slashing his blade at the Sith's chest. These were more dangerous than the soldiers, but they still didn't scare him. Assassin's were less dangerous when they didn't have the upper hand.

The actions of a long man, dismantling Sith forces as he was, we're bound to be inspirational. People we're watching, and not everyone on the planet was just going to lay down and accept Sith occupation. The more he did, the more he inspired them. Eventually some of them took up arms and took to their own ways of moving, being more familiar with the city. Undoubtedly these Jaminerean Rebels we're bound and determined to fight for their freedom, and they moved after the army forces.

Kamon smiled inside his helmet. He was enjoying this battle. The thrill of a good fight was better than any drug could ever be, and he was just getting warmed up. The Sith might have thought he was learning everything he needed to know, and Kamon was fine with that. Truth was, he didn't have to do much to fight these types. A simple dance of blades and a bit of the Current was enough to catch them by surprise. Oh no, he saved the best for later. Better that way.

 

[Kira Vaal]

Location: Sewers
Objective: Infiltrate
Allies: Rebels - [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"] | [member="Kirie Ito"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Xevek Rakama"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Leliana"]

The swelling of the Force filled the corridor beyond the wall, tentacles of dark energy creeping beneath and around the metal that was held solidly in place. She could have held it back, pushed against the hold that had been established by the Sith, but it would have served no purpose other then delaying what was already set in stone. Her hand gripped tighter to the chrome of her lightsaber as the screeching metal pulled away from the entrance, ripping outward as it bent and snapped.

“Ah, master Jedi.”

He may have been settled casually, but Kira knew that he would hold nothing against killing her where she stood so, adjusting her footing swept the lightsaber to sit across her torso incase of any sudden attacks. A Jedi’s weapon is never used for attack, it is a tool of defence. The words stuck he more then ever now, etched and stained ink upon the Ancient Texts that her and [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] had hunted down through the galaxy and managed to restore to use on Centares. She had never truly understood the meaning of the comment, having never formally been taught by any of the Jedi Orders that were now nearly extinct throughout the galaxy.
Yet there was something else she had read later, in a different hand from a different time.
One must always be prepared to do what is necessary, a Jedi must always judge against what is and isn’t necessary.
Her friend’s safety? That was a necessity. Her’s? Not so much.

So her path was simple, or it wouldn’t be. Except the floor exploded.

Dust and grit shot everywhere and for Kira the sudden need to survive hit in. She pushed out with her hand, swelling a ball of energy to hit the grate that had shot upwards and towards her back down to the ground, before turning the same hand fast past her belt and pulling at the blaster that was holstered there. It flew to her hand and released several fast shots towards the Sith in the doorway, a steady one, two, three before Kira herself strides at him, her saber swinging down with a loud hum, moving left to right across the upper torso in an attempt to catch the Sith with either the shots or her saber.

As for the others in the room…

She just hadn’t noticed them yet.

 

[H3xle]

Location: Jaminere Orbit

Role: Escort Song of Truth
Ship: S.I.V. Desecrator (Scorpion Squadron, Mamba Squadron, Cobra Squadron, Demon Squadron)
Allies: TSE, [member="darth carnifex"]
Enemies: Insurgents, [member="lok jorunn"]

"Contact!" Came the report from the sensor tech behind Tavia. She turned her ear towards the crewman as he read through his data plots. "Multiple hyperspace footprints, small ships. They look like fighter craft. Perimeter defense is moving to engage."

"Flight control, launch Cobra and Demon squadrons for close in support. Relinquish Scorpion and Mamba to local control for the moment. Sensors, go active on all scanners. Where they have fighters, they may have capital ships too." Tavia ordered, sitting back into her command chair as she manipulated the controls on her armrest to bring up the local space around them and Song of Truth.

"Aye, ma'am. They've changed heading...they've jumped into hyperspace again." The sensor tech reported, then sat back in his chair as he reviewed the full plot again to see if they tried to jump to another part of the formation. His thoughts were that they were testing the defenses for their capital ships.

"Keep your eyes peeled, we do..."

"Contact close, looks like the same group came out directly beneath Song of Truth."

"Flight Control, engage with Cobra and Demon. Tactical take them under fire as you're able. Link point defense fire control with Song of Truth. Conn, move us closer to the flag."

From the hangar deck of the Desecrator came a wing of TIE fighters and a wing of TIE Heavies. They oriented for close in defense until Lok's unit reappeared closer. At that point they zeroed in on the rebel squadron for attack runs.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: ​Capital Annex - Capitol Building

Objective: Eliminate Rebels

Allies: TSE - [member="Leliana"] | [member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Xevek Rakama"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]

Enemies: Rebels - [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"] (+Anyone else going for the Capitol Building)

Gear: In signature | Durgen

Through the hallways above and among the Blackblades stumbled the lumbering beast known as Durgen. Cybernetics and alchemy kept it barely clinging to consciousness, pain surging through every wire connected to the flesh that was left. But even such a powerful creature couldn't resist the gas pumping through the building. Soon enough, the creature began to collapse, falling unconscious among some of the Blackblade guard.

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The Sith smiled at the silence the Jedi offered. He had no intention to strike just yet, and he knew a true Jedi had no intention of striking first. At least until the grate behind her blew out of the ground. A brow raised on his features as he watched the Jedi spring to action to blow the grate away. He had hoped to stall her with words and perhaps unsettle her mind before it came to blades.

With quick movements he unhooked the hilt from his cane as red plasma hissed to life. Three subtle turns of his wrist caught the blasts, deflecting them harmlessly to the side before he brought it up to catch her blade. He smiled wide, pressing against her blade with unnatural might. "A Jedi with a gun? How uncivilized." He taunted. First step of defeating a Jedi, unbalance them.

"You there, Assassin. The others went ahead, and there seems to be some gas." Ferus spoke to the group arising behind the Jedi, bringing attention to them. Anything to distract the Master before him.

 

[Jantar Keltainen]

Location: Up to her unmentionables in *~$%
Allies: Would be a nice change
Enemies: The one that might yet be tipped to the dark side

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9Wv4SCBiTE

“Death,” she echoed, deciding to see where this one would go. He was leaking dark-sided emotions and which a gentle push, she might even turn him to the Sith side. “Mine?”

“You are one of those Sith, aren’t you?”

Was she making matters worse? Probably. Did she care? Not a jot. Even if she didn’t turn him, making him angry would allow her to feed off his emotions, which was a delicious opportunity to stack things even more in her favour.

He might think he was in control, but from where she was sitting (however disgusting it was), she sensed he was losing command – not only of the situation but more importantly himself.

“Tell me, do Sith kill in cold blood?” He may not be acting like a Jedi, but let’s see how he fared when constantly referred to as a Sith. Based upon his behaviour, he’d struggle to argue he wasn’t the dark-sider in this particular encounter.

[member="Zek Koth"]

 

[Leliana]

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

Too focused on those closest, Leliana's attention had slipped by Kirie without registering she was there. It wasn't until she heard the crackle of a stun bolt heading her way, that the realization struck her. Senses flared in the back of the assassin's mind, alerting her to the incoming attack.

She quickly ducked, the bolt zipping over her head and crashing against the wall behind. Running on instinct, Leliana grabbed a second dagger and threw both towards Kirie. The assassin pulled her right arm in, before throwing it forwards sending the first projectile towards the woman's body. A second followed shortly after, aimed for her head.

Leliana didn't miss a beat as she stood up right again, feet shifting against the ground as she got into a stance. Her blade wasn't drawn yet, but it was inevitability at this point. She looked at Kirie, examining her, eyes flickering over to Kira for a moment too.

Jedi...with blasters? It was a strange sight, but not something the assassin was going to dwell on. Both had lightsabers, and both were here to undermine the Sith Empire.

"You should've set it for lethal, Jedi."

Now she drew her lightsaber, the hilt flying into her hand and igniting the red blade. There was already a battle going on as Kira Vaal moved in to attack Darth Ferus. But no glances were spared, as Leliana's attention was now on Kirie alone.

The assassin moved one foot forwards, but for a moment that appeared to be all she did. Remaining defensive for whatever Kirie's next attack would be. Well, that was until Leliana suddenly lurched forwards. Dust kicked up in the air as she used the Force to propel herself. She closed the distance between her opponent and went in for a stab at Kirie's stomach.

And then she was gone again, darting backwards to create the same distance as before.

Leliana didn't look as Ferus spoke, but now she was most definitely sure he was the Red Assassin. Curious that she'd end up crossing paths with him after so long.

"Droid, check the regulator for whatever type of gas has been pumped out through the building." Again her eyes didn't leave Kirie's, waiting for whatever the woman's attack would be. Leliana already knew it was too late to stop anymore from releasing. "Send that information to those that need it, that can help those that's been affected by it." Although it wasn't likely to be lethal, the Jedi and their allies tended to steer away from the more permanent options.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

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

Spoiler

Lightsabres

It looked like she would land a good hit, but this young Jedi had some craft to her, more so than many Ophidia had fought in her time. Rather than crippling her opponent, she had landed the barest of scrapes. Still, a shudder of energy travelled up her hands like a flavour of what was to come.

Romi's retreat and counter-swipe cut broad like a brush stroke painting scarlet wounds in the darkened tunnel. Ophidia stepped back, feeling the blade rake across the width of her chest just below her collar bone, burning a line of embers in the black robes and kissing her ashen skin. The pain surged through her body and brought a smile to her purple lips. She knew the range of her opponent's blade now, and that was worth any scrape.

"Mmm, close."

Her voice was a hoarse whisper, twisted and mocking in its tone. Yet, it appeared to carry genuine delight.

Her defence doubled up when Romi pushed her attack. With her strike came a step and a twist or sway of her slender upper-body, like a serpent dodging and weaving, looking for the perfect point to strike. To face the attack, one blade whipped around and cut into Romi's slash to force it off target, then came the second blade lashing out for Romi's arm, seeking to slice her forward sword arm and weaken her.

Each movement looked infuriatingly effortless.

But when Romi's move to the side came, there was neither parry nor riposte. At least not at first. She lunged into Romi's former space and ducked under the figure-eight cut, dipping so low her torso almost touched the putrid water's edge. Covering herself with one blade, she thrust the other out and flicked the activation switch forward a notch; The already considerable length of the blade doubled, a red flash like lightning rushing towards Romi's chest in an attempt at piercing her heart.

Oh she had her fun, and it was better to capture, but sometimes the flow of combat would lend itself better to a strike with lethal intent.

 

[Zek Koth]

Location: Underground
Allies: Somewhere
Enemies: The Girl; [member="Jantar Keltainen"]

She resisted.

"Sith do and they not, as in all things," he replied. "They do what they want."

He was not Sith and he was not Jedi. Yes, he was a blood thirsty monster at the moment, but he knew what he was doing and why he was doing it. The Sith and their Empire had to be stopped from conquering the galaxy. The only way to stop them was to take the fight to them. The Republic was unwilling to declare war on them at the moment, so he'd thrown in with a group of rebels to do what needed to be done.

Now he was going to make this girl suffer for being bloody annoying.

"I am not Sith or Jedi. I'm a rebel."

He reached out with the Force and attempted to use it to push her back violently through the water and muck. It might seem like he was playing with her, but really he was just trying to get her disoriented and was hoping that she'd actually fight back at some point. Her little pretend game wasn't fooling him. Not considering he'd felt the darkness within her. She was accurate that he drew sometimes a lot on the darkside, but he was master of it.

For now.

 

[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.

There was little room to maneuver here.

Especially with Cassandra right next to him, Taral on the other side and lightning erupting from his claws. Precarious situation and right at that crux point, where his influence was drained away from the air by Cedric's quick-thinking did the Jedi Knight step in. It was a good move, the right move... from a certain point of perspective. End the threat quickly and decisively, before it could devolve.

Itash did not step back.

No, he stepped in to arrest the momentum carrying Cedric. As his lightsaber came crashing down with all the force of supposed righteousness Itash's own sabre met his, bright white and grey touching burning blue.

The clash caused residue energy to project around them- the lightside burning against Itash, causing him to scowl. The darkside exposure presumably touching Cedric in some way as well. "You claim," Tash murmured as they were locked- one trying to decapitate him neck to waist, the other trying to get that white edge to burn into the Jedi's weak spot.

Every armor had a gap. "-but you have not suffered for it yet."

In that moment it almost seemed as some of Itash's strength gave away, letting the lightsaber of Ruusan into near vicinity of his throat. The skin of his neck burned angry red, blisters would soon show.

Then- his free hand reached up quickly and a telekinetic blast punched into Cedric from point-blank proximity.

The Darkside... cheated.

As room was created once more Itash was about to press advantage, but then a blaster bolt caught him in the shoulder. (Vox's) Some of it was dissipated by his bracers, but some of the energy behind it caused him to stumble back. Beneath the armor it burned as well. The pain was distant for now, dulled by the adrenaline, but he knew that at the end of this?

There would be hell to pay.

His mind lashed out towards Ari, trying to instill pain-- fear, compulsion, these things were easily thwarted-- but pain? Pain of nails driven through skin, fire burning through her veins... now that was a different sort of things to push away.

Vox wasn't the real target.

No, it was Cedric. Trying to make him lose his edge, his focus, making him hear and fear what she was feeling. Divide them, make them focus on each other's suffering and from there they would see, who would remain strong and committed.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: ​Capital Annex - Capitol Building
Objective: Eliminate Rebels
Allies: TSE - [member="Leliana"] | [member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | Darth Carnifex
Enemies: Rebels -[member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"]
Directly Confronting: [member="Atlas Viridian"]
Gear: Lightsaber | Shade's Cloak | Hidden Blade | Cybernetic Arm with Personal Energy Shield attached

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Would it have been wiser of him to not reach out and brush his own mind against the rats scurrying up the stairs if he wished to strike silently and from the shadows as a proper Assassin? Yes, of course, of that Xevek had no doubt. But, that option had not been available for him in the current situation, and, so, he had done as he saw most fit. Slowly his breathing may be, but breathe he still did. Already he was lightheaded, already he was beginning to suffer from the effects of whatever toxin the rebels had seen fit to pump throughout the building He knew not how to purge it from his system, how to neutralise it though he did know that there were ways to call upon the Force to achieve such an effect, as such, he now had a time limit set upon his shoulders.

Should he have sat silent and waited, yes, if the situation was ideal. Could he have been sure that the Rebels, cautious in their movement, would arrive fast enough that he could find the opportune moment to strike before his time limit dropped to zero? No. And so he had goaded them forth - even though there had been the possibility that they would just up and surrender, no matter how small said possibility was.

Within the realm of the Force, his sight fully cast forth into the endless ocean, Xevek saw the first of the Rebels crest the top of the stairs, he saw what could only be a blaster be pointed towards him and he saw the bolt that speared its way through the air towards him. And so he acted. Rather than standing still, Xevek charged forwards just as the Rebel did, his eye still closed as he did so. With a sense of ease pulled forth from endless hours of practice, the lightsaber came up to cast the bolt just before it struck, sending shows of molten material peeling from the wall as the blade of his lightsaber seared its way through the wall during the apex of the swing. However, despite the burning that he could feel on his side, the molten slag enough to burn through the thin and basic protection that his robes provided, Xevek’s charged continued as he approached on silent feet.

As the cry of frustration echoed down the hall, a deep snarl was the only response Xevek gave as the gap between the pair narrowed quickly. He had no time to stand and taunt, he had to end the fight quickly - especially as the burst of movement served to heighten his breathing and force him to inhale more of the toxins in the air. Normally, he preferred to let fights drag on, waiting until a weakness in his foe’s guard was revealed or made before striking, taking the time to dance within and give himself up to the Force until the rush of a kill would take the place of the pleasure he found in the comfort of the Dark, satiating his desire to prove himself as either stronger or weaker than his enemy. Now, though, he was prevented from descended to the depths of the Dark, to escape the foul and ugly material world for a world where the strands of the Force painted a picture of perfection and he hated that fact. Hated it strongly enough that he threw that emotion out into the Force and was granted back strength from the Darkness.

At the sound of the blaster in his target’s hands firing again, Xevek did not raise his lightsaber to block. Instead, he let the lightsaber fall at his feet. As the sound of metal clattering to the floor rang out in the confined space, the metal cylinder smoking softly from one end as the crimson blade disappeared, Xevek through himself forward, looking to throw himself onto all fours, used to fighting from such a position from his time back on Iridonia, twisting his body out of the way of the second stun bolt. Coming out of the dodge, the stun bolt passing above him, Xevek brought his rage, his anger and his fury to focus and released it in a telekinetic burst towards his target’s chest.

His aim was to hit the running rebel with enough force to send him flying back down the stairs, letting his target’s body be a weapon against his allies and for the stairs to be a weapon against his target. However, regardless as to whether or not his telekinetic strike succeeded, Xevek continued to charge forwards from momentum alone. Should the rebel be able to recover, should he be caught by an ally before the Force-borne strike could propel him down the stairs, Xevek was close enough that any follow up shot was nearly entirely guaranteed to hit.

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Objective: Get to the roof, and avoid Birdman
Location: Hallway
Attn Enemies: [member="Itash Mecetti"], [member="Jacen Vadith"] [member="Tsisaar Taral"], [member="Sebastian Thel"], [member="Cassandra Paige"], [member="Llkt'tudrin'wyshd"]
Attn Allies: [member="Jax Vandal"], [member="Ari Vox"], [member="Kamon Vondiranach"], [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Equipment: TICKS x1, Wrist Computer, Grapple Hook, Mag Boots, Silenced Slughtrower (Pistol), Flashbang x1, EMP Grenade x2, Det Pack x4, Blaster Carbine.

She had finally made her way out of the room and was quickly running down the hallway, and almost immediately a big bird thing came running in after her. This day could not get much worse, she really did not have the time for this, not in the slightest. She quickly hedged her bets that the command room was not an option, too many civvies, too many guards, and this thing, not a good mix. She had her job to do. The dish on the roof was the best bet for getting her job done. Her life mattered little at this point, if odds are that she would be captured or die, she might as well die finishing the damn mission.

"I really don't have the time for this Birdman, could you give me a minute or two?"

Lyra did not stop running for a second, she was quick but she didn't think she was as quick as that thing, luckily it seemed that she didn't have to be. First she needed to distract the damn thing, if even for a second or two, she quickly yanked a flashbang from her belt and threw it at the creature; she knew the thing would try to avoid it, that is what she wanted anyway, she knew that the chances of it allowing itself to be hit by the grenade were minimal, she just needed a few seconds of head start. As she came up on an elevator she quickly preloaded a script she had for breaking elevator doors, she really did not have the time for anything else at this point , she needed that elevator on the ground floor and all the doors open, she needed to get to the roof ASAP.

She ran like her life depended on it, which it very much did. She grabbed a TICKS from her belt and spotting the elevator control panel, she activated the knife and threw it right into the panel, and right on cue the elevator dropped like a rock and the doors kicked open. She didn't need the car, she just needed the shaft. Now was the hard part. Readying the grapple launcher on her wrist she leaped into the door and launched it to the highest point on the shaft. If all went as plan she would be dragged to the top of the elevator shaft before the Bird Man even knew what hit him. Right to the roof she needed to be at.

(Sorry for doing so much this post we are trying to wrap up the key story beats before the rebellion wraps up, feel free to stop me)

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Trade Port
Objective: Destroy.
Friend: [member="Tabigarashu Madara"]
Allies Nearby: TSE | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Ikilwa Arregai"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Enemies Nearby: Rebels | [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] | [member="Ursula Toher"] | [member="Owazza"]
Directly Engaging: Fate.

For some reason Lord Saarai seemed undisturbed as the Wookiee mowed down some of those that entered.

Saaraishash agents dying, Inquisitors falling.

There was a reason for that.

All of this had started with treachery and deceit, a parade in flames and the realization that the Saaraishash had been subverted somehow. Faulty intelligence whispered in his ear by those that had wanted him dead. "You saved me, Hirou." His calm voiced hummed softly against the mind of the smol mouse. His body was in motion, sharpened wings and cutting edges of a blade swiping in- they left only death and blood in its wake. But his mind was serene again. The sulfuric amber receding in favor of a calm storm.

"You will have my blade and my wing for the rest of our lives."

In his mind? Saarai had merely taken a small step to repay what he owed the Nezumi.

The Thirriken was not a master of precognition. When you are on the path of the Force you must make choices. To either read the ripples within the Force or to make them yourself. It was for this reason that Tai did not feel the approach of the vehicle thrown by Arregai towards the Wookiee. But that did not prevent him from feeling the woooooooooooooooooosh as the large hulk of metal passed just over his head (the metal almost scrapping at his feathers) before it continued on its path.

Eyes widened as Tai witnessed the destruction it wrought through its flight. "Egad." Assuming that the Wookiee had avoided being flattened he'd continue his path and attack after that singular word of... astonishment.

The path he cut brought him towards the frenzied Wookiee right as they leveled the barrel of their weapon towards them. This was where the Thirriken's speed came into view, he pushed himself off the floor and avoided the first few bolts. The fourth one clipped his left wing, burning him even with the focal point within the Force strengthening his body.

It hurt, but by then Fa was already upon Owazza.

Around the droids appeared from nowhere and started unleashing their own barrages of fire, but Tai was too close to the Wookiee to to be taken out by them. Instead his alchemized blade clashed with the flat against the barrel, to push it to the side so the point of his blade could impale into a place of weakness. Where fur and meat and skin were so much more pleasant than armor.

 

[Llkt'tudrin'wyshd]

Objective: Halt [member="Lyra Sarn"]
Location: Hallway in the Communication Hub

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His very name declared him as being a frail runt, and, compared to the rest of his species, he was just that. Even though he was just over 9ft tall, he was still smaller than the average Qu'un and his small stature and early birth meant that his Clan, his Blood and Kin, had declared him unfit for life. It was the rage from that fact, the anger that he felt for his fellow Vax, that had made Drin such an avid practitioner of the Dark Side for that anger never left him no matter how many years passed. The memories of being scorned and rejected at every turn, every time he sought comfort from others, were seared so deeply into his mind that his nights were a time when they played out before him once more, never letting him forget. That rage was often kept bottle up, suppressed and contained so that it did not lash out at every being around him. However, it was times like this that he let that rage free, unchecked and unshackled.

As the flashbang was throw towards him, Drin did not freeze in place, did not let his enemy gain too much ground on him. No, instead he lashed out through the Force, wrapping the flashbang in a tendril of telekinesis, throwing it behind him and down an empty hallway, as he and Aeil surged forwards after his target, long legs easily eating up the distance. Behind him, down an empty hallway, the flashbang detonated, the loud noise causing his ears to ring and for him to stumble slightly as his sense of balance was momentarily disrupted, letting his target pull ahead. At his rear, Drin felt Aeil stumble into him as her balance was also disrupted. However, the pair of them continued on with their vision fine apart from spots that danced in front of them having taking a moment to shield their gazes from the flash.

Growling to himself, Drin surged forwards, looking to close the gap once more so as to prevent his target from getting away from him, taking only a moment to chirp an order to Aeil to shoot to injure rather than kill. Charging down the hallway, his massive strides once more closing the distance rapidly, he felt the heat of passing slugs fly past his legs as Aeil dropped prone to squeeze of a couple of shots towards the woman's legs, looking to incapacitate as ordered, as she threw some sort of knife. Before the doors of the elevator shaft could open, before the bullets could impact their target's legs, Drin screamed out into the Force, physically silent apart form the sound of his body barreling down the hallway. For his target, the one that his now sickly yellow eyes were locked upon, fear would curl at her mind. Memories of when she was most scared, when she was most terrified, would, if she had no way of preventing it, assault her all at once, potentially causing her body to lock up in fear just as she was going to leap and the slugs fired by Aeil were about to impact her knees.

(If there's anything you want me to edit, do let me know. I'm open to making any changes if need be.)​

 

[Darth Imperia]

Location: Spaceport outside capital
Objective: Be very confused
Allies: [member="Darth Filiae"]
Enemies: [member="Jakkor Kess"] (Sort of) | [member="Rujat Aola"] | [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"]

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Imperia suspected trickery. It was easy enough to believe that a Jedi would turn himself in to spare civilian lives, but to give yourself up to preserve your comrades in arms – who undoubtedly knew the risks of assaulting a Sith planet – seemed foolish even by the standards of the Jedi. Unless -

The waves of fear that had rolled off of him when Filiae approached the medic. The request that she, specifically, be kept safe. The sudden willingness to abandon his mission.

He was in love.

Imperia’s smile lost just a hint of its wickedness as the Jedi approached. In fact, she gave him a look of understanding, one that bordered on – was that empathy? Unusual for a Sith, but not unheard of.

“That,” began the Knight, her smile now almost friendly, “is an entirely reasonable request. While I can’t guarantee anything once you’re in Imperial Custody, I can promise that -”

Imperia was cut off by the slightly unhinged ravings of a new voice, one she didn’t recognize. She offered the Jedi an apologetic glance, then shifted her attention briefly to the source of the disturbance.

Did that man have an axe? Why, in the name of all that was dark and beautiful, was that man attempting to defy the might of the Sith with an axe? Imperia looked back over at the Tusken Jedi with a confused expression, and then spoke once more.

“Do you...Do you know this person?”

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Capitol annex area, Janimere
Objective: Keep chaos from interfering
Allies: The Sith Empire and friends | [member="Orion Darkstar"]
Gear: Valkyrie armor, twin lightsabers

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A rush of Darkness swept over the Force to let Avacyn know Orion had begun his engagement and as she pivoted to face the window of the apartment building what she saw told her the same story. With the group of rebels no longer feeling like they could afford to split their attention, leaving it fully on the man who had already shown himself, she was handed the opportunity to strike a devastating blow on a silver platter. With their backs turned on her the Sith Lady gathered the Force around her and grasped it tightly before setting one foot on the windowsill and leaping forward, the coat she had been wearing up to that point being shed in mid-air.

They would not realize what was happening until it was too late.

The air shifted around Avacyn, movements she could almost touch. That wind would be molded into a weapon by her hands as she channeled the Force into those tiny currents, giving them immense strength and quickly they turned into an irresistable force. When her feet hit the ground she blasted it forwards, the sheer strength of it taking many off their feet. It was the impact when they came down however that carried the reason for the attack, many being left unconcious or unable to strike back due to the damage it did to their body through broken bones and other injuries.

"That would mean this was all a game, Jedi." Although she did not raise her voice, Avacyn's words carried a strength that was undeniable. With the hilts already in hand she breathed life into them, two dark red beams shooting out of them. "And you will be the ones wishing it was a game." It was now her time to draw attention, the remaining rebels and one of the two Jedi turning to face her.

"I will face this one."

"Then the other is mine."

"The rest of you, get away from here. We will meet up with you later."

The two Jedi remained as the other rebels either immediately made their leave or looked to help their wounded allies escape the scene. The man who still stood against her grasped his own lightsaber and ignited it, contrasting the red of the Sith Lady's weapons with an azure blue of his own. Without a second thought Avacyn dashed forward, the sound of clashing lightsabers filling her ears as she struck first.

Judgment was not to be passed this time, but it was already clear. This one was not worthy of seeing the Dark Side. He would meet his end here.