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

[Zek Koth]

Location: The Sewers
Allies: Rebels
Enemies: The Crybaby; [member="Jantar Keltainen"]

When she went on about not having a mother, he just waved a hand over his shoulder.

"Life's rough in the big city, kid," he called after her. "You, spoiled core brat, should know that well enough."

He rounded a bend and went out of her sight, but he didn't stop and lay a trap for her. No, he just kept on walking. She wasn't worth his time. If she wasn't going to fight back then he wasn't going to get any enjoyment out of killing her, so what was the point of spending the time on it? Besides, he was pretty sure, given the proximity of the explosion that he'd just heard, that it was time for them to move on from the capital complex. This meant he needed to hook up with the others, not spend time dealing with someone's spoiled child that had wandered into the sewers. The Sith were pathetic if they allowed this to continue. From what he'd heard, Sith were fearsome in battle. That's what he'd been looking for. Instead, he'd gotten a crier. Woe is him.

As he walked he continued to keep his senses attuned to his surroundings. He was not about to let her get the jump on him just because he could no longer see her. Besides, there were other Sith about and he needed to be wary of them now that she'd gone and gotten loud about it all. Undoubtedly someone would come looking for the source of the disturbance, and then they'd be looking for him. He wouldn't mind a good fight, but he didn't want to get skewered before he could have it.

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Allies: The Alliance
Foes: The Sith; [member="Eye of Solomon"], [member="Tavia Elori"]
Objective: Live to fight another day.

Thunderous explosions marred the exterior of the Song of Truth. Triumphant cheers and hollers rang through their squad channel, celebrating their brief moment of victory as a massive swatch of destruction had been etched across the ten kilometer vessel. While it still stood menacingly, the Crimson Aces had done more than their fair share of the battle.

They had played their role. Hopefully those groundside lived just as long as he had managed to.

Their brief moment of reprise was cut short with a blood-curdling scream: Ty's.

A young Corellian, no older than nineteen standard years, had managed to impress the squadron so much that he was accepted far earlier than the rest of the applicants. A bright smile, a quick draw, and an apt mind for mechanical contraptions, he was like the Aces' little brother of sorts. Their cheery and innocent mascot had uttered the most wretched and vile wail Lok had ever heard. Pins and needles flew in a wave over his flesh, making the bearded operator shiver uncontrollably.

Laserfire came in at that very second. An X-Wing erupted as half a dozen squints locked onto its tail. The cockpit de-pressurized just in time for the Ace to eject. His wingman, however, was not so lucky. The rebel insignia emblazoned across its aft was pierced not just once, but four times by green bolts before the craft wildly burst into smithereens.

It was time to leave.

Lok shut his mind off to the booming voice of the nether. Using the waning remnants of his power, he dug down deep to summon the strength needed to keep his boys alive for just a few moments longer. Even as visions of past horrors of war and childhood fears swept through the minds of the Crimson Aces, valiant images of heroes and courageous acts desperately fought to counter the mental monstrosity that had beset them.

"Make the jump," he nearly whispered. His eyes so heavy that he barely saw the blips of incoming missiles register on his sensors.

In almost perfection unison, the last of the aces doggedly broke free from their engagements and activated their HIMS, then their hyperdrives.

They needed to live. Lok needed them.

The Shadow coughed violently, unconsciousness threatening his closing eyelids as Lucky punched the starfighter into hyperspace.

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Objective: Hack the Gibson
Location: Roof
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"] [member="Ras Val'kor"]
Equipment: TICKS x1, Wrist Computer, Grapple Hook, Mag Boots, Silenced Slughtrower (Pistol), Flashbang x1, EMP Grenade x2, Det Pack x3, Blaster Carbine.

Things did not go exactly as she planned, but it seemed like luck was on her side today. It was almost all over, right as she was about to barrel through the elevator door her mind was invaded by a malign force intent on making her stop. It tore into her mind peering around for dark memories to force upon her. She had none that she remembered, but that did not mean that she did not have any. For a split second that felt like an eternity, she was a baby again. It was a rainy day on Nar Shadda, she was not even a few days old, her parents, unable to take care of the child due to ridiculous cost of living and even more dangerous circumstances, abandoned the child on the side of the street. Her mother, who's face she had never seen, was filled with tears, her father was as grim as one could be. Lyra burned those faces into her mind. She could not speak, she was only a few days old, but she was screaming do not go internally, fear, something Lyra as an adult had never felt, not once. True, unadulterated fear.

Then it was gone, dispelled by a wave of calm as the lightsaber of [member="Cedric Grayson"] that activated down the hallway, dispelling the dark influence. It only held her for but a moment, and when she came to again a man had made his way into the room and was hailing gunfire down the hallway into the corridor, Lyra was right on the cusp of the doorway as she made her leap. The moment under the influence of the dark side had prevented her from avoiding a shot she would have normally avoided in her sleep, one of the bullets went straight into her left leg, but it was too late, she was already in the air. As she turned her body in the air to face the elevator door, and as the hook above her linked into the ceiling, she blew a kiss to the birdman and winked, for the added flourish. She was gone.

As the line caught she was quickly dragged up to the ceiling and the roof she heard the elevator crash below, and she became more and more aware of the pain in her leg. The Adrenalin would let her shrug it off for now but it would be extremely painful later, it was none the matter, she had to finish the job, anything else was secondary. She reached the top and released the line, landing on the roof with a grunt of pain. The dish was right in front of her, the massive 150TW comm array that allowed communication to the entire sector, right in front of her.

She left a detpack by the elevator door as an insurance policy, if anyone tried to follow she wanted to be sure they would not make it out unscathed. She quickly limped her way over to the array, laying herself down by the maintenance panel, she took out a TICKS and used it to pry the panel off, before taking out a small device from her bag. It looked like a hodge podge of off the shelf electronics components linked together by a breadboard and random wires. It was a backwoods attempt to replicate a marvel of computer engineering that Lyra had only heard legends about until she saw the blueprints right in front of her face. Cedric had acquired a lot of old Dominion blueprints, one of which was for a distributed computing chip called a DC-1A she did not care at all for its original purpose, that was irrelevant, what she cared about was that this thing had a ridiculous amount of computing power in a very small amount of space. This was the kind of breakthrough she needed to take over an entire comms network. The second she jammed the things dongle into the maintenance port the small screen on the maintenance panel went blank, and then was quickly replaced with a small image of a female in military swat gear putting their tongue out in a mocking manner. She had them.

The rebels now controlled almost all communications going in and out of the city, they had done it. While the connection might still be somewhat spotty due to the jamming from the single still jamming SSD, the ground based antenna could overpower it enough to render the comms usable. Lyra slumped herself on the side of the dish, sitting in a pool of her own blood, she took a small autoinjector out of her pocket and jammed it into the afflicted leg, it was an Adrenalin injection. This would keep her conscious for the time being, she just needed to hold out for evac. She grunted in pain as the needle drove in, and quickly felt the medicine take hold of her. The pain subsided and she became hyper alert. She drew her carbine off her back and flicked it on, sitting with it in her lap. Then she grabbed the detonator for the detpack she left by the elevator shaft, she sat with it in her hand, ready to press at any time, finally she went for the commlink.

"Cedric, we are in. We can head home. Send a medic if you can." She said, not knowing what her own fate would be, who knew.

 

[Llkt'tudrin'wyshd]

Objective: Eliminate [member="Ras Val'kor"]
Location: Hallway of the Communication Hub


Snarling in anger as much as a Quun was able to, Drin was forced to pull his attention away from his escaping prey at the sound of running feat, the giant reptile turned to face his new enemy while chirping out a rapid fire order to Aeil. Despite the Epicanthix's often jovial nature and rather blunt language, she was someone that had been raised in high stakes situations, powered through against the odds and survived. She had been a young girl on Coruscant during the final months in which the One Sith Empire had help dominion over the planet, she had lived through invasions and the attacks of rebels, crime lords and terrorists that took advantage of the battles between the galactic powers to seize their own little dominion to rule over in the lower levels of the city-planet. She had lost her arm, her leg and most of the right side of her body to bombs, blasters and slug but she had thrived, learnt and persevered. As such, when the order came from the one being in the entire galaxy she loved, the one being she respected and cared for as family, she obeyed and preformed despite the highlights situation.

Charging towards the man that had dared to interfere with his hunt, Drin's two remaining hands unfastened from where they had been clutched against the small of his back to come to his front, hovering in a guard position in front of his torso, as his tail drew and ignited a third lightsaber. When the hail of blaster bolts approached him Drin's lightsaber met the bolts in a flurry of crimson, however, behind every bolt he felt a strength he had not expected to do so. It was only the strength innate within all Quun that stopped his lightsaber from buckling back into him own body as the kinetic force behind each bolt struck strongly against the lightsabers even as the plasma discharged harmlessly. In response to this, Drin's sulfuric eyes only gleamed all the brighter as all three lightsabers extinguished themselves, two of them being dropped at his feet, as all four hands (now empty) reached out and caught every bolt that fired towards him as his rage spread throughout his body and pushed it to beyond its limits.

With every impact that struck against his palms, Drin would grunt sharply, burns appearing on his hands as his sensitivity to heat caused even the bleed through from Tutamis to effect him. However, he continued his advancement none the less, but, instead of charging down the newcomer, he now slowly walked. Around him, within the Force, a haze of Darkness began to shroud him as he drew upon every scrap of energy within the blaster bolts, the muscles of his arms screaming from the kinetic impacts and his palms searing and cooking with every step. Eventually, he came to a stop, staring down his new target with burning yellow eyes.

Howling as much as his beak allowed him to, Drin waited for a pause in the rounds being fired towards him before thrusting his arms forwards. Extrapolating his training in converting the energy from blaster bolts into Force Lightning, Drin pushed all his rage and fury behind the energy he had absorbed and sent what amounted to an orb of pure Dark Side destruction towards the man before him. Where it clipped the walls, the walls simply vanished, consumed by the destructive nature of the thrown energy field. If it should hit his target, it would impart the same fate upon the unfortunate soul. However, even should it miss, the wave of pressure that surrounding that destructive energy would be enough to unbalance him - at the least. Regardless of what it did, Drin would be unable to capitalise upon it as he dropped to one knee, panting harshly from focus and strain absorbing and redirecting so much energy, using his body as a conduit for it.

Kneeling in place, staring down the man that had dared to attack him from the rear, Drin watched and hoped to bear witness to his body being consumed by the Dark Side. However, the part of his mind not consumed with rage was distracted, concerned over the well being of Aeil and the status of her mission.

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Objective: Neutralise [member="Lyra Sarn"]
Location: Elevator shaft and rooftop of Communications Hub


As Drin passed her, Aeil pushed herself behind his bulk, shielding herself from the storm of blaster fire, whilst withdrawing one of his two remaining lightsabers, pocketing it while slinging her rifle back over her shoulder and sprinting towards the elevator shaft that their initial prey had ascended. Scowling up at the disappearing form of her prey, Aeil jumped after her, the slight manipulation of the Force - really, her only skill in the Force - enabling her to leap quite a distance before impacting the side of the shaft. The sound of metal groaning in protest would sound out as cybernetic limbs pieced the side of the shaft, leaving Aeil dangling above the abyss by her right arm and leg. Scowling in effort, she began the effort of scaling the elevator shaft, her pure physical strength and cybernetic limbs the only reason that she didn't fall to her death. However, he ascent was by no means quick and, indeed, by the time she reached the roof access, her target had, unbeknownst to Aeil, succeeded in her task and was now waiting for an evac.

Grunting in effort, her hair sticking to the sweat beading on her forehead, Aeil had but a moment to rest before her grey eyes landed on the detpack to her side. Experience as a mercenary meant that she knew very well what such a thing was and, as such, lead to her utilising her minor skill in the Force to leap away as far as she could with but a second to react. Within her mind though, Aeil could visualise the distance between herself and the detpack and knew that she would never be able to clear the distance to safety before the explosives detonated.

"Ciken." With mere moments, Aeil managed to spit out the curse towards the slumped figure of her prey and throw an ignited lightsaber at the transmitter before, if it had been detonated, the explosion from the detpack would send her body rag-dolling across the roof top where she would slide, clutching at the rifle slung over her shoulder almost protectively, towards the edge that would lead to her plummeting to serious injury if not death.

 

[Romi Jade]

Objective: Duel Ophidia to the DEATH! *rawr*
Enemies: [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Location: Palace District Sewers.

Spoiler

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"Damn" Her inner voice echoed through her head.

She traced the trail of embers with her eyes in the mere seconds between their blades connecting again.

The sparks bounded from the shallow blue in her eyes, Ophidia cut into her her attack, and the trajectory of her blade was aimed downward instead of where of intended mark. The humidity of their environment and the constant moving force the Jedi knight to work up a sweat. As subtle as it was, she could feel the coolness of the liquid squirming down her forehead pasting locks of hair to her cheeks.

A twist of her wrist allowed her to pull her blade upward in a reverse grip to parry her opponents next attack. She noted the lack of force behind it, but acknowledged the finesse.

Interesting.

Romi had spun her infinity symbol in scarlet afterimages, the Sith ducked underneath, and as Romi came around she was taken off guard by the sudden flash followed by the extension of the lightsaber. Acting on purely on instinct, she swung her blade up in a circular arc. Between all the sudden flashes she could barely trace which blade was hers. She shied away from the sparks, turning her head and squinting her eyes to protect them. As both sabers were arced upward and over her head, she stumbled back a couple of feet.

A second slower and that could've been it.

She was sly...and quick. More so than Romi predicted. As her breathing picked up, she pondered for a moment.

"I see you're going to give me problems..." She said as her nostrils flared and the length of her bone structure protruded from her face as she bit down.

She jabbed her lightsaber out, with the tip facing Ophidia...She pointed the weapon at her in a sort of challenge.

"For a second there, I thought you had me." She nodded, "If you want my head so badly...come and get it."

 

[Darth Bellum]

Kor Vexen

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

Vexen continued to draw in shards and bits of the ruined droids, like a gravity well where all caught in its radius were drawn around Vexen in a swirling maelstrom. He was surrounded in a deadly vortex of scrap metal, holding his position as he watched the Jedi fight. The Sith locking blades with Kamon would be taken down as he fell to the man's second saber. The other Assassin wielding a single saber would use his free hand to use the Force to pull small stones littering the area behind Kamon, flinging them at the Jedi in order to pull the Jedi closer to the three Sith Assassins and keep him from moving away.

Vexen began to step forward at a leisurely pace, hand still held as the parts circled him like a dome, threatening to tear apart and shred anyone who came close. As if by some non verbal means of communication the Sith Assassins moved off to the side of Kamon as Vexen held his hand out and sent the maelstrom of parts flying at Kamon with the speed and force of projectile weapons. The Sith was growing tired of Kamon now at this point. He had the opportunity to make this quick and take his allies down before he involved himself, but now the Jedi would have to fend off both the Sith General and the assassins as they had their blades drawn.

Vexen would be monitoring the comms as the shadows of The Behemoth and The Song of Truth loomed above them. Vexen's voice boomed out as he sent shards flying at Kamon, "Even if you do manage to succeed in accomplishing what you came here to do, how do you plan to escape alive Jedi? You will be hunted down like the vermin you are, and executed alongside any rebel who would bring chaos and disorder to our Empire. You are only prolonging your doom." Contrary to what Kamon believed, and like all propaganda from the Light they grossly underestimated the treatment of its citizens. Unlike the Silver Jedi who would rip helpless civilians from their homes and families or sucked planetary funds to fuel their absurd number of war machines.

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[Ras Val'kor]

Objective: Eliminate [member="Llkt'tudrin'wyshd"].
Location: Hallway of Communication Hub.

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//THREAT INCOMING. . . ENGAGING COUNTER PROTOCOL.//​

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//AGGRESSION FORM ONLINE.//​

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Kas disarmed himself and chucked the rifle into the ever-consuming void of abnormal energy, dashing to the leftmost part of the room before dropping down into a sliding position, simultaneously producing another firearm into his hands - an SI-17. Silent and deadly, this pistol was quite capable of dispatching those who wield the Force if they weren't very cautious. A total of 4 rounds were discharged from the weapon, yet there was a catch to defending one's self in this predicament. ​

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How can one defend themselves from the unseen? Silent and invisible, the creature would need to find a quick method of retaliation from the projectiles. Hopefully his senses were as impressive as his ability to withstand a hail of blasterfire with his bare hands. Just up ahead however was an explosion from the detpack left behind by the woman Ras had helped escape, yet this knowledge wasn't prevalent until this very second. Debris and dust filled the air making visibility a bit obscured, and Ras would need to use this to his advantage.​

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If the creature could not see him or detect him for a little while, perhaps a kill shot could be achieved. ​

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Ras stayed low to the ground, moving away from the beast's line of sight while the plume of dust hung in the air. ​

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"C'mon you ugly kark, test me..." ​

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A sly smile widened underneath the helmet, bathed in deep depressing hues of blue.​

 

[Kamon's OOC]

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

The remainder of the assassins moved as he did, and he felt the air aroubd him shift as telekinetics came into play. The point if interest had finally arrived. Coordinated attacks were always harder to deal with. Sure hed dealt with the lightning, but that was solely thanks in part to the fact that he carried two sabers and was wearing a suit with good ionic protection. Had eithrr not brrn the case he would have been in a world of hurt at that point. Instead, he was unharmed and the Sith was down to three assassins and a droid for allies.

Kamon knew he was in a tough spot at this point, especially when the first bits of debris hit him from behind and he saw the main Sith moving forward. When the guy spoke, Kamon said nothing, but he did make his move. Pushing the Force into his legs, he aimed himself directly at the Assassins and closed the distance on them, meaning that if Kor wanted to hit him, and if they wanted to continue their debris assault, they would have to hurt themselves in the process.

He could take a few hits in the name of killing Sith. It was always worth it.

He didnt stop there, though. He did his best to keep ahead of the spray of debris from the the four of them while approaching one of the assassins to try and catch him while he was busy. A sinple slash and then hed move on, making an arc through the area to avoid naking life easy on them. Also, to avoid being predictable he threw some zig zags and reversals into the mix as well. He got hit a few times, but it was necessary.

Sometimes plans included getting yourself hurt.

 

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General Closing Post for Rebel Alliance Members


Whether Jaminere rose up against the Sith Empire, or bowed to its new masters was yet to be seen. The results did not wholly concern the Rebel Alliance. They had aided their would-be allies on Jaminere to the greatest of their ability, but now it was time to leave. [member="Avoim Oeymo"] would received a mental nudge - just enough to let the Jedi Master know that the rebels were pulling out.

The handful of alliance operatives that had come to Jaminere quickly made their escape, knowing full well their small number and would add little to the conflict. Fighting the Sith has never truly been their objective anyway.

Interference from the two Super Star Destroyers had rendered the rebels' comms useless. Fortunately, through the valiant efforts of [member="Lok Jorunn"] and the warriors that died fighting alongside him, one of those vessels suffered significant damage to its sensor array.

Enough damage for the comm hub to transmit a muddy signal across every frequency it had access to throughout the Tion Cluster.

[member="Lyra Sarn"] had fulfilled her duty. The terminal with which the signal was to be sent from went up in flames, but not before accomplishing its sole objective.

Within that signal was a message, one prerecorded and available to anyone with an active holoterminal. The message itself had been frustratingly scrambled due to the remaining SSD's jamming equipment, but issues such as those could be easily rectified by someone that knew what they were doing.

The Sith Empire would pick up this transmission as well, of course, and could decrypt it as they might wish. The only identifier the message had that was discernible without modification was a single image.

 

[Avoim Oeymo]

Receiving the nudge from the Jedi Knight, Avoim would know instantly what was going on; the main objective of their group was finished. Though he felt a little bad for this, it was time for him to pull out of the operation. Quickly pulling his StealthX into a high angle escape velocity flight pattern, the Jedi Master was going to get out of the area as soon as he could. While he was flying into orbit, the man would quickly start activating all the stealth features of the StealthX, soon his ship was undetectable in the blackness of space, unless someone managed to look at him with the planet behind him.

Putting his S-Foils in cruise position he had the droid begin computing the hyperspace jump to the rendezvous location with the rest of the Rebel Alliance. Once the droid had finished, Avoim pushed the ship into Hyperspace, escaping the Jaminere system.

[BYE FELICIA! exit]

 

[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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Orion crossed his left leg over his right. Spinning out of the way from the torrent of red and green bolts. Sparks flared on contact with a nearby metal tin. The bright white flakes surrounded him, highlighting his features. Shadows pierced one side of his golden mask, the ominous angle instilling fear among the weakened hearts of the few newly trained soldiers. Orion had enough, calling on the force he went to stretch his fingers apart from his hilt. Before the bending invisible energy obeyed, a cascading shock wave erupted through the alley. Like dominoes, mercenaries and soldiers lifted to the air. Orion's eyes widened. ​

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Violently, the opposing forces scattered to the air. Jerked against the close encompassing walls, blood thrashed along the inner brick paste, the contact from their bodies displaying a ravenous act of murder. The force that swelled in Orion retracted into the unknown. The scarlet strands of swaying tendrils that caught his eye comforted him. A true Sith Lady, far more advanced than Orion's own progress emerged from the cascading wave of pure destruction. As the firepower abruptly stopped, Orion followed Darth Avacyn's movements. Her delicate command of the force was far more impressive than he had seen in the past. Unfortunately, Orion wouldn't be able to stay close to his ally. Instead, he watched her exchange words with another Jedi. Splitting away, Orion faced the only other remaining threat. ​

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The hum of the green saber lifted. The Jedi blocked off the other end of the alleyway. It turned out that he would fight her alone. His eyes shifted to the others, the order from the other Jedi forcing them to retreat. Distractions, that's all they were now. Orion tilted his head slightly. observing the nimble woman. Her stance showed concentration. The Jedi's feet planted heavily into the ground. Orion took notice. ​

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A bit stiff, defense won't help you here...​

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Orion stepped forward and lowered his sabers. They pointed vertically towards the pavement.​

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"Nothing is yours Jedi..." Orion said, grinning under his mask. "Not even freedom, let me set you free!"​

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Orion sprung forward, launching the first assault. The white vibrant stream of his saber slipped into the pocket of the Jedi's right shoulder. Following with pivot and changing direction, Orion unpredictably slashed upward with his other crimson delight. The grasping clutches of the darkside embraced him. Orion didn't want to maim the Jedi. ​

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No...​

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He wanted to kill her. ​