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Operation Rebirth | The Rebellion's Rebellion of Jaminere (Hex AK-24)
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Elijah Brockway
[Insert Clever Joke Here]
Location: Trade Port
Allies: [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Tabigarashu Madara"]
Enemies: [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Ursula Toher"], [member="Owazza"]
Objective: Purge
Near the wreckage of the vehicle he had ridden in on, Ikilwa stood, his bronze-bladed lightsaber flashing back and forth as it deflected fire from the vehicle, subtle applications of the Force sending what rockets might've caused a significant threat to veer off course, some getting sent back into the troops who had fired them. Soon, though, the driver was able to extricate himself, Ikilwa providing the man cover as the pair moved to properly join the fight, alongside their brothers.
There was, however, the issue of the madclaw who was wildly firing into their midst; between his lightsaber skills and his shield, Ikilwa was not worried, though he could not let his brothers fall prey to the fire of the heretics. Should that occur, should he be unable to protect his flock, he would prove a failure to himself, his people, and the Force.
Of all that he was, Ikilwa was not a failure.
He calmly stepped forward, his sure gait belying the storm that raged within him, if only for the moment. The red-tinted transparisteel of his visor hinted at the wild gaze of the eyes beneath as they set upon the useless FAV, a wreck lying near the center of the crossfire. Almost imperceptibly it lifted off of the ground, held aloft by the Force. With the lightsaber in his free hand still catching bolts of plasma and metallic flechettes, Ikilwa's glare shifted, falling again on the Wookiee who threatened his people.
With an armour-and-Force amplified roar of rage, Ikilwa sent the remains of the FAV flying through the air, on a course to impact with the Wookiee who dared defy the will of the Force. Close behind it ran Ikilwa, a berserker intent on spilling as much of the enemy's blood as was possible, as he was overcome by self-righteous fury and religious fervor. Burn the heretic. Purge the unclean.
Allies: [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Tabigarashu Madara"]
Enemies: [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"], [member="Ursula Toher"], [member="Owazza"]
Objective: Purge
Near the wreckage of the vehicle he had ridden in on, Ikilwa stood, his bronze-bladed lightsaber flashing back and forth as it deflected fire from the vehicle, subtle applications of the Force sending what rockets might've caused a significant threat to veer off course, some getting sent back into the troops who had fired them. Soon, though, the driver was able to extricate himself, Ikilwa providing the man cover as the pair moved to properly join the fight, alongside their brothers.
There was, however, the issue of the madclaw who was wildly firing into their midst; between his lightsaber skills and his shield, Ikilwa was not worried, though he could not let his brothers fall prey to the fire of the heretics. Should that occur, should he be unable to protect his flock, he would prove a failure to himself, his people, and the Force.
Of all that he was, Ikilwa was not a failure.
He calmly stepped forward, his sure gait belying the storm that raged within him, if only for the moment. The red-tinted transparisteel of his visor hinted at the wild gaze of the eyes beneath as they set upon the useless FAV, a wreck lying near the center of the crossfire. Almost imperceptibly it lifted off of the ground, held aloft by the Force. With the lightsaber in his free hand still catching bolts of plasma and metallic flechettes, Ikilwa's glare shifted, falling again on the Wookiee who threatened his people.
With an armour-and-Force amplified roar of rage, Ikilwa sent the remains of the FAV flying through the air, on a course to impact with the Wookiee who dared defy the will of the Force. Close behind it ran Ikilwa, a berserker intent on spilling as much of the enemy's blood as was possible, as he was overcome by self-righteous fury and religious fervor. Burn the heretic. Purge the unclean.
Jaster Awaud
Elder of Clan Awaud
Location: Jaminere | Trade Port Station
Enemies: The Sith Empire | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Allies: The Rebellion | Fel Imperium | [member="Ursula Toher"] | [member="Owazza"]
Objective: Hold the Supply Depot.
Gear:- Armor, - Blaster Rifle, - Pistol, - Phrik Vibro-Blade
Main Entrance:
The odd looking rifle did its trick as the trooper who was holding the weapon looked after the energy beam. As the soldier saw the weapon hit and the Armored Carrier become immobile he looked to aim for another. However, it seemed that the balcony above him was destroyed by a rocket and the duracrete fell on top of him, killing the trooper and the weapon fell from his grasp.
Other Soldiers continued to flow into the room, for each trooper that fell, an Imperial Knights covered the doors to allow a replacement to take their place. It was a small room, as such they did not want to allow a single Thermal Detonator wipe out a whole squad. Evenly placed and under strict discipline, the soldiers were well spaced and used Laser Comms to keep communication within the few rooms open. Even with their officers and Leaders, the Grand Moff, not there to lead them, they made their stand and kept their feet in the sand against the massive tide that was now facing them. The gold clad warriors could try their hardest, but they would not get any further then the door, that was their orders.
At this point, as the Sith Lord, [member="Darth Saarai"] entered the fray. An Imperial Officer ducked behind a barrier and opened his Coms Unit. "Send in the Droids!"
Two second floor balconies of this room begun to fill with NN Battle Droids and holding an assortment of weapons, got into position. Once ready, they aimed and opened fire.
Space Port Garrison:
A natural hunter, and his many years tracking Force Users to capture or kill allowed him to easily track this Imperial Dog. Though he was a very cautious man, he knew that someone equally capable could lay false tracks and ambush him. He was alone, and as such he was extremely cautious with his movements and not using all his scanners at one. That was also the reason he was so cautious, using any of the scanners would allow someone to track him, and they could very much be able to trap him and fight on their terms, where Jaster was on the defensive. That would be less then favorable, though it was only more fun in the long run.
Following the difficult to find tracks, the Mandalorian turned the corner of one of the hall ways with his weapons drawn. A Blaster Bolt in slow motion was shot and was attempting to great his face. A quick move of his Blade Armed hand and the dark purple hue of the Phrik Blade entered his T-Visor view and the bolt was deflected. As the blade passed through his vision, he was quick to notice the bolt did not travel alone. There were three more close bolts that were heading for him, and still in slow motion as his instincts kicked in he moved his light shield to the center of his chest and took four to five shots at [member="Koda Fett"]. He then moved his body back around the corner and placed his pistol and sword in their holders to pull out his Blaster Rifle. Once that was over he looked over his body to inspect if anything had gotten through.
Two of the Blaster bolts were absorbed by the light shield, now needing to build up the energy again and was low. One was deflected by the sword and just skimmed by his helmet without touching the armor. However, one did get through and carved trough his right shoulder armor and seemed to have drilled through the top layer of the Beskar Armor. Jaster had not choice to ignore it and get ready for the next engagement, this was getting fun.
He turned the corner of the hall way to fire a burst of Blaster Fire at the Mandalorian opponent, he could not see very well to make out the Clan Colors. It was still a surprise to see one of his people here none the less.
Enemies: The Sith Empire | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Allies: The Rebellion | Fel Imperium | [member="Ursula Toher"] | [member="Owazza"]
Objective: Hold the Supply Depot.
Gear:- Armor, - Blaster Rifle, - Pistol, - Phrik Vibro-Blade
Main Entrance:
The odd looking rifle did its trick as the trooper who was holding the weapon looked after the energy beam. As the soldier saw the weapon hit and the Armored Carrier become immobile he looked to aim for another. However, it seemed that the balcony above him was destroyed by a rocket and the duracrete fell on top of him, killing the trooper and the weapon fell from his grasp.
Other Soldiers continued to flow into the room, for each trooper that fell, an Imperial Knights covered the doors to allow a replacement to take their place. It was a small room, as such they did not want to allow a single Thermal Detonator wipe out a whole squad. Evenly placed and under strict discipline, the soldiers were well spaced and used Laser Comms to keep communication within the few rooms open. Even with their officers and Leaders, the Grand Moff, not there to lead them, they made their stand and kept their feet in the sand against the massive tide that was now facing them. The gold clad warriors could try their hardest, but they would not get any further then the door, that was their orders.
At this point, as the Sith Lord, [member="Darth Saarai"] entered the fray. An Imperial Officer ducked behind a barrier and opened his Coms Unit. "Send in the Droids!"
Two second floor balconies of this room begun to fill with NN Battle Droids and holding an assortment of weapons, got into position. Once ready, they aimed and opened fire.
Space Port Garrison:
Jaster turned a corner with his light shield and sword in one hand and the pistol in the other. Ready to strike and being ready for close combat, he scanned each turn. Its seemed though, that the area he continued to look through did not house the invisible soldier.A natural hunter, and his many years tracking Force Users to capture or kill allowed him to easily track this Imperial Dog. Though he was a very cautious man, he knew that someone equally capable could lay false tracks and ambush him. He was alone, and as such he was extremely cautious with his movements and not using all his scanners at one. That was also the reason he was so cautious, using any of the scanners would allow someone to track him, and they could very much be able to trap him and fight on their terms, where Jaster was on the defensive. That would be less then favorable, though it was only more fun in the long run.
Following the difficult to find tracks, the Mandalorian turned the corner of one of the hall ways with his weapons drawn. A Blaster Bolt in slow motion was shot and was attempting to great his face. A quick move of his Blade Armed hand and the dark purple hue of the Phrik Blade entered his T-Visor view and the bolt was deflected. As the blade passed through his vision, he was quick to notice the bolt did not travel alone. There were three more close bolts that were heading for him, and still in slow motion as his instincts kicked in he moved his light shield to the center of his chest and took four to five shots at [member="Koda Fett"]. He then moved his body back around the corner and placed his pistol and sword in their holders to pull out his Blaster Rifle. Once that was over he looked over his body to inspect if anything had gotten through.
Two of the Blaster bolts were absorbed by the light shield, now needing to build up the energy again and was low. One was deflected by the sword and just skimmed by his helmet without touching the armor. However, one did get through and carved trough his right shoulder armor and seemed to have drilled through the top layer of the Beskar Armor. Jaster had not choice to ignore it and get ready for the next engagement, this was getting fun.
He turned the corner of the hall way to fire a burst of Blaster Fire at the Mandalorian opponent, he could not see very well to make out the Clan Colors. It was still a surprise to see one of his people here none the less.
Cybernetic Assassin
Objective: Protect Assets.
Opponents: [member="Rujat Aola"] [member="Jakkor Kess] | [COLOR=rgb(119,136,153)]Non Sith-Imperials | These Jedi Schuttas[/COLOR]
[COLOR=rgb(122,169,207)]Allies:[/COLOR][COLOR=rgb(119,136,153)] [/COLOR][member="Darth Imperia"] | Sith-Imperial Personell
N̏̇̉̃ͮͧ͘Ȯͨͪ͆ͦ̍͒
Tell me, my child. What does it mean to be Sith?
To be Indestructible, unstoppable, perfect. To strive for these ideals and not settle for less, that is what it means to be Sith
Sith did not give in, they did not whimper and fade away into the night when they were faced with danger and strife. They rose to new heights and conquered that which opposed them. Pain made a Sith only stronger; strife only hardened their resolution. She was no mere girl taken from her home. She was Nan'Eth'Illa, daughter to the Queen of Shadows, apprentice to the Pale Assassin, Inquisitor of the Sith Empire, student of Darth Mekhis.
She was Darth Filiae - She was Sith.
Breath returned to her lungs in a sharp breath. Darth Filiae tasted dust on her tongue and pain in every inch of her limbs- Well, the limbs she could still feel. Her eye opened, and she saw darkness and a single light piercing through to her. There was noise, she could hear it through the ringing in her ears. She heard voices, but the words were not clear to her.
One hand tightened into a fist so taught it shook with the effort. Her face contorted with effort as the breath became quicker in her. She fed on the pain, on the anger, the hate, the defiance against her predicament. All of what she felt balled into an inaudible scream, palpable in the Force as the duracrete and metal debris shifted, lifted, floated off her form like a cloud.
Filiae rolled over on her side and pushed herself to a sitting, then kneeling position, before standing up. The duracrete fell into piles around her while the metal seemed to remain floating, turning and warping on itself until it formed a shape in front of her. She looked much worse for wear. Her left arm had been blown to bits, leaving only shrapnel in the socket of her shoulder.
Her right shin had an unnatural kink to it that groaned as it suddenly stretched back into place by an unseen force. The cybernetic around her left eye socket were clearly cracked and damaged, showing wires and moving parts. Even her throat showed metallic elements. Her armour, light as it was, had been practically shredded, leaving only enough for modesty.
"I̛͟m͟p̧̡e̢͘͡ŕ̨ì͞a͜҉" Her voice was an absolute mess. Inhumanly garbled, as if someone had shot a protocol droid in the audio conveyor. "̀A҉r͏e͘͜ ̸̶ý̨͟òu̧͜͝ ̸h͞ar̨͝me̵d̷?̡[SIZE=medium]"[/SIZE]
A metal cylinder floated up from the debris and into her hand before igniting into a red blade.
Bucky
Allies: The Alliance
Foes: The Sith; [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Tavia Elori"]
Objective: Dump loads onto the Sith
You were never late to a party if you planned to show up that way. Be it the freshly painted and glossy exteriors of the X-Wings or the sigil of resistance emblazoned across the bows of the bombers, air support was always an answered prayer to the ground pounders.
Help was on the way.
The Crimson Aces surged out of hyperspace with impunity, flying in their iconic staggered formation of theirs. While some attributed it to the carte blanche attitude of most of these ragtag flyboys, others that knew them all too well felt that formations were just far too boring for their tastes. Too easy to predict, too rigid, and too ineffective if you had a couple squints on your six. Practicality was the name of the game, and the aces had been undefeated so far.
Lok intended on keeping that streak up. They all did.
"Loose formation, break and advance to contact when the point def starts up," Lok called over inter-squad comms, "Remember the number one rule-"
"-always fly with a battle buddy," came a bored, desynchronized response, "We know, Buck. Let's just blow some stuff the feth up. I got dinner waiting back on the Trident."
He sighed inwardly. "This ain't a milk run, Ty, just do your job and bug out. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Am I clear?"
Ty paused. "Crystal, commander."
"Good, then let's get this show on the road."
The entire squadron moved towards the looming command ships in the distance. The largest of which was their intended target, sporting a couple escorts over a thousand meters long. Big guns didn't scare the aces, it was their own flyboys that did - most of which happened to be preoccupied with their good ol' buddy in atmo.
"Backfire speed, staggered attack pattern." Lok growled, spurring the aces into motion as their thrusters flared.
Foes: The Sith; [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Tavia Elori"]
Objective: Dump loads onto the Sith
You were never late to a party if you planned to show up that way. Be it the freshly painted and glossy exteriors of the X-Wings or the sigil of resistance emblazoned across the bows of the bombers, air support was always an answered prayer to the ground pounders.
Help was on the way.
The Crimson Aces surged out of hyperspace with impunity, flying in their iconic staggered formation of theirs. While some attributed it to the carte blanche attitude of most of these ragtag flyboys, others that knew them all too well felt that formations were just far too boring for their tastes. Too easy to predict, too rigid, and too ineffective if you had a couple squints on your six. Practicality was the name of the game, and the aces had been undefeated so far.
Lok intended on keeping that streak up. They all did.
"Loose formation, break and advance to contact when the point def starts up," Lok called over inter-squad comms, "Remember the number one rule-"
"-always fly with a battle buddy," came a bored, desynchronized response, "We know, Buck. Let's just blow some stuff the feth up. I got dinner waiting back on the Trident."
He sighed inwardly. "This ain't a milk run, Ty, just do your job and bug out. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Am I clear?"
Ty paused. "Crystal, commander."
"Good, then let's get this show on the road."
The entire squadron moved towards the looming command ships in the distance. The largest of which was their intended target, sporting a couple escorts over a thousand meters long. Big guns didn't scare the aces, it was their own flyboys that did - most of which happened to be preoccupied with their good ol' buddy in atmo.
"Backfire speed, staggered attack pattern." Lok growled, spurring the aces into motion as their thrusters flared.
She Left Behind A Legacy
Objective: Buy rebel team time.
Enemies: [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Location: Palace District Sewers.
She glared at her opponent, not budging at all. "Funny." She shrugged before pleasantly forming a smirk, "I should be the one asking for your surrender..." The smirk disappeared. "I'd gave you the chance before you slammed me into a wall..."
"I'm getting to that communications hub..." Her head lowered along with the tone in her voice, strands of hair bounced before cradling her cheeks. "If you're going to stand in my way? Fine, that's your choice." Her words were cold.
Her eyes drifted towards the white serpent slithering it's way through the tension.
"Wha...the hell?"
Her eyes drifted back to Ophidia. With only a spec of blue cutting through the illuminated passage, her eyelids slowly shut around the iris of her eyes; her pupils were left to reflect the length of her blade. She was silent and focused. There was nothing worth saying anyway. She Force-leapt to cover the distance in order to get at Ophidia, slashing down right to left, two-handed. With a stroke that was all power, she had every intention to beat down whatever defense was applied had she made it.
In the back of her mind, she saw the sly tactics applied previously. She kept in mind that another trick could be thrown at her in any moment. Normally she would never have risked such an all-out attack, especially against an opponent she had little history with, but she didn't want to be the one reacting and time was running out.
As overconfidence does usually, she expected the cost.
Enemies: [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Location: Palace District Sewers.
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She glared at her opponent, not budging at all. "Funny." She shrugged before pleasantly forming a smirk, "I should be the one asking for your surrender..." The smirk disappeared. "I'd gave you the chance before you slammed me into a wall..."
"I'm getting to that communications hub..." Her head lowered along with the tone in her voice, strands of hair bounced before cradling her cheeks. "If you're going to stand in my way? Fine, that's your choice." Her words were cold.
Her eyes drifted towards the white serpent slithering it's way through the tension.
"Wha...the hell?"
Her eyes drifted back to Ophidia. With only a spec of blue cutting through the illuminated passage, her eyelids slowly shut around the iris of her eyes; her pupils were left to reflect the length of her blade. She was silent and focused. There was nothing worth saying anyway. She Force-leapt to cover the distance in order to get at Ophidia, slashing down right to left, two-handed. With a stroke that was all power, she had every intention to beat down whatever defense was applied had she made it.
In the back of her mind, she saw the sly tactics applied previously. She kept in mind that another trick could be thrown at her in any moment. Normally she would never have risked such an all-out attack, especially against an opponent she had little history with, but she didn't want to be the one reacting and time was running out.
As overconfidence does usually, she expected the cost.
Lemon
Citrus Dreams
JAMINERE
SPACE PORT
The Bounty Hunter remained true on his positioning, unyielding as he tucked himself into a crevice in the wall. More of strange architectural design to be entirely honest. The majority of his protected and encased body was hidden behind the interior wall of the Space Port that seemed to come under attack by a terrorist movement intent on 'evacuating' civilians living freely on Jaminere. None of which would ever make sense to Fett if explained, but it wasn't as if any of that mattered- either here in this moment, or later. All that mattered now was the man he faced. Be it a Mandalorian, or an imposter. He couldn't say. Koda wasn't particularly welcome among the Mandalorian Empire these days.
Duracrete chipped away around him as brightly coloured bolts of energy seared through them, even forcing the Mandalorian to tuck himself in. Albeit, when he did, a scanning pulse was emitted so he wasn't able to lose sight of his adversary even for the shortest period of time. Only thrusting himself outside of cover once Jaster placed himself back behind it. His left arm removed itself from his gauntlet for a brief instance, aiming it in the direction of the flooring just beyond the corner- firing a devastatingly dangerous wrist rocket with baradium core, leaving as much of an explosion as a thermal detonator.
Koda didn't come here to play cat and mouse.
Allies: The Sith Empire
Adversaries: The Rebellion - [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
SPACE PORT
The Bounty Hunter remained true on his positioning, unyielding as he tucked himself into a crevice in the wall. More of strange architectural design to be entirely honest. The majority of his protected and encased body was hidden behind the interior wall of the Space Port that seemed to come under attack by a terrorist movement intent on 'evacuating' civilians living freely on Jaminere. None of which would ever make sense to Fett if explained, but it wasn't as if any of that mattered- either here in this moment, or later. All that mattered now was the man he faced. Be it a Mandalorian, or an imposter. He couldn't say. Koda wasn't particularly welcome among the Mandalorian Empire these days.
Duracrete chipped away around him as brightly coloured bolts of energy seared through them, even forcing the Mandalorian to tuck himself in. Albeit, when he did, a scanning pulse was emitted so he wasn't able to lose sight of his adversary even for the shortest period of time. Only thrusting himself outside of cover once Jaster placed himself back behind it. His left arm removed itself from his gauntlet for a brief instance, aiming it in the direction of the flooring just beyond the corner- firing a devastatingly dangerous wrist rocket with baradium core, leaving as much of an explosion as a thermal detonator.
Koda didn't come here to play cat and mouse.
Allies: The Sith Empire
Adversaries: The Rebellion - [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
Llkt'tudrin'wyshd
Feathered Hunter
Location: Communications Hub - Antigone Communications
Objective: Beat back the Rebels
Allies: TSE - [member="Cassandra Paige"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Tsisaar Taral"] | [member="Sebastian Thel"]
Incoming: [member="Jacen Vadith"]
Enemies: Rebels - [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Ari Vox"] | [member="Jax Vandal"] | [member="Cenric Marus"]
Confronting: [member="Lyra Sarn"]
However, unlike when upon the fields of battle and pointed towards conquest and domination, Drin’s role was not to charge into any fight that cropped up on Jaminere this day. He had been stationed on the planet in response to the rebel attempt at assassinating the Emperor during a parade thrown to celebrate imperial control once more descending on Jaminere, a parade to welcome the Sith and the order they brought with them. A few unhappy members of the populous had chosen to strike at the Emperor and, even though they failed, the fact that they had surely inspired some form of confidence in others who would see chaos be sown within the Empire had been recognised by the Saaraishash in their quest to prevent such a fate befalling the Empire. As such, he was forced to quell the fire within his blood, consume it and bury it deep until the time came to utilise it in battle, and follow the orders that had been handed down to him by the High Inquisitor: Not to deploy until such a time that those falsely inspired struck and the order was delivered for him to move.
Though it had been hard to do so, Drin had reigned himself in, deep breaths helping him regain his focus as he sat and read, listing equally to the sounds unfolding across the city and Aeil’s mindless babble of the last person she had slept with - a woman she had met in a bar when his companion had been nearly blackout drunk from the sound of it. Eventually, though, orders had been delivered within the chain of the Command of the Saaraishash that, in response to the news that the rebels were using the sewers to move about and the Song of Truth’s orders to block all none-Imperial transmissions, he was being deployed to the Communication Hub - now known as Antigone Communications. From what the Qu’un could gather, someone had put forward the idea that, with their Comms jammed, the Rebels might turn their attention to the building now privately owned by Cassandra Paige in the hopes that it could be used to circumvent the Empire’s actions. Therefore, Drin was to serve as the vanguard of a unit of the Imperial Legion with for the purposes of obtaining permission from the new owners of the Hub for the Legion Unit to act and to ensure that no harm befalls the business woman willingly trading with the Empire.
Grunting slightly as he pushed himself to his feet, tail uncurling from around the chair he had been sitting on and what was essentially his kilt settling around his legs, Drin trilled out commands to Aeil, watching as the black haired woman snapped to attention, meaningless story being cut of halfway, as she leapt to her feet to grab her rifle, the rifle that had once been his when he was a mercenary going by Ydrin, and her side arm. Gearing up himself, Drin took a moment to attach the five sheaths containing five curved swords and his four lightsaber to the belt hanging from his waist before, with another sharp trill, he turned and strode away towards the speeder waiting outside, knowing that the only being in the galaxy he was willing to call a friend was following behind him - even taking comfort in that fact.
Chuckling to himself with his unique trilling laugh, Drin continued on towards where he had been told Cassandra was, where the action was now occurring, unclipping and igniting two of his lightsabers as his two other arms were clasped behind his back and his tail unwound from his waist to whip through the air behind him in anticipation.. Moving through the building proved to a bit difficult, his large just-over 9 feet tall frame forcing him to crouch slightly, but, he did not let that stop him. However, he did end up stopped again at the sound of a loud bang ahead, raised voice and the sound of running feet no more than a minute later.
When a young woman came running out of the room ahead of him, the Lightside Presence radiating from there purely sickening for Drin whilst also serving as a more than obvious indicator that the Rebels had indeed arrived before he could, he blinked slowly as his truly giant form stared down at the small human. He only had to take in the stench of sewage radiating from her to acknowledge that she was one of the Rebels. In response to this realisation, a series of low chirps rumbled out from the back of his throat as he brought his lightsabers up to bear, their crimson blades casting a sharp hue across his avian-like features, as Aeil raised her rifle from behind him, her scope trained on the Rebel’s head.
“He said: How amusing, the prey runs to the hunter. I say: karking put ya weapons down ‘less you want your brain to have a whole t’ breathe through. Though, considering that you were bloody well fool enough to attack us, I’m sure it’d appreciate the oxygen, might boost ya IQ a few points.” As Aeil spoke, Drin could make out the Presence of another Sith running towards the action along with the approach of the Tash’s Hand.
Objective: Beat back the Rebels
Allies: TSE - [member="Cassandra Paige"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Tsisaar Taral"] | [member="Sebastian Thel"]
Incoming: [member="Jacen Vadith"]
Enemies: Rebels - [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Ari Vox"] | [member="Jax Vandal"] | [member="Cenric Marus"]
Confronting: [member="Lyra Sarn"]
When the sounds of explosions had reached out across the city from the direction of the spaceport, Llkt’tudrin’wyshd and the Epixanthix woman, Aeil Dryi sat opposite him had both stiffened; albeit for different reasons. For Aeil, it was a reminder of her life before Drin had accepted her into his life, a life on Coruscant fighting to survive after the chaos that had been laid upon her surface by Sith and Jedi alike. The wars for control having robbed her of an arm and a leg, both of which were now replaced by prosthetics, her memories of her homeplanet were not warm and sweet and had only been stirred up by the familiar sound of explosions. For Drin, he had stiffened at the sound in an attempt to prevent himself from leaping to his feet, an ultimately successful attempt. He was a loyal member of the Empire, a Sith within its ranks and, further, one who wished to ensure the security and prosperity of the Empire. The idea that scum had chosen to strike at them, to strike at their people, was an affront to the Qu’un and it set his blood boiling.However, unlike when upon the fields of battle and pointed towards conquest and domination, Drin’s role was not to charge into any fight that cropped up on Jaminere this day. He had been stationed on the planet in response to the rebel attempt at assassinating the Emperor during a parade thrown to celebrate imperial control once more descending on Jaminere, a parade to welcome the Sith and the order they brought with them. A few unhappy members of the populous had chosen to strike at the Emperor and, even though they failed, the fact that they had surely inspired some form of confidence in others who would see chaos be sown within the Empire had been recognised by the Saaraishash in their quest to prevent such a fate befalling the Empire. As such, he was forced to quell the fire within his blood, consume it and bury it deep until the time came to utilise it in battle, and follow the orders that had been handed down to him by the High Inquisitor: Not to deploy until such a time that those falsely inspired struck and the order was delivered for him to move.
Though it had been hard to do so, Drin had reigned himself in, deep breaths helping him regain his focus as he sat and read, listing equally to the sounds unfolding across the city and Aeil’s mindless babble of the last person she had slept with - a woman she had met in a bar when his companion had been nearly blackout drunk from the sound of it. Eventually, though, orders had been delivered within the chain of the Command of the Saaraishash that, in response to the news that the rebels were using the sewers to move about and the Song of Truth’s orders to block all none-Imperial transmissions, he was being deployed to the Communication Hub - now known as Antigone Communications. From what the Qu’un could gather, someone had put forward the idea that, with their Comms jammed, the Rebels might turn their attention to the building now privately owned by Cassandra Paige in the hopes that it could be used to circumvent the Empire’s actions. Therefore, Drin was to serve as the vanguard of a unit of the Imperial Legion with for the purposes of obtaining permission from the new owners of the Hub for the Legion Unit to act and to ensure that no harm befalls the business woman willingly trading with the Empire.
Grunting slightly as he pushed himself to his feet, tail uncurling from around the chair he had been sitting on and what was essentially his kilt settling around his legs, Drin trilled out commands to Aeil, watching as the black haired woman snapped to attention, meaningless story being cut of halfway, as she leapt to her feet to grab her rifle, the rifle that had once been his when he was a mercenary going by Ydrin, and her side arm. Gearing up himself, Drin took a moment to attach the five sheaths containing five curved swords and his four lightsaber to the belt hanging from his waist before, with another sharp trill, he turned and strode away towards the speeder waiting outside, knowing that the only being in the galaxy he was willing to call a friend was following behind him - even taking comfort in that fact.
Striding towards the Communication Hub, Drin’s long strides were halted for but a few seconds as Aeil spoke up from her position behind him. “So… it turns out that the karkers decided to tunnel up through the bloody sewers and directly into the karking comm room. Why they thought crawling through crap was a good idea is anyone’s guess. Either way, the security force known as Tash’s Hand are enroute. They’ll be a few minutes behind us. Orders?” Pausing for a second, a fire thrummed through his veins, the glorious burning of his rage and anger potentially having a target pure satisfaction for the Sith as he trilled out a few words. Behind him, Drin heard Aeil sliding the magazine into her rifle. When she spoke again, it was with a clear smirk of anticipation audible in her voice. “Aye aye, ya damn brute.”Chuckling to himself with his unique trilling laugh, Drin continued on towards where he had been told Cassandra was, where the action was now occurring, unclipping and igniting two of his lightsabers as his two other arms were clasped behind his back and his tail unwound from his waist to whip through the air behind him in anticipation.. Moving through the building proved to a bit difficult, his large just-over 9 feet tall frame forcing him to crouch slightly, but, he did not let that stop him. However, he did end up stopped again at the sound of a loud bang ahead, raised voice and the sound of running feet no more than a minute later.
When a young woman came running out of the room ahead of him, the Lightside Presence radiating from there purely sickening for Drin whilst also serving as a more than obvious indicator that the Rebels had indeed arrived before he could, he blinked slowly as his truly giant form stared down at the small human. He only had to take in the stench of sewage radiating from her to acknowledge that she was one of the Rebels. In response to this realisation, a series of low chirps rumbled out from the back of his throat as he brought his lightsabers up to bear, their crimson blades casting a sharp hue across his avian-like features, as Aeil raised her rifle from behind him, her scope trained on the Rebel’s head.
“He said: How amusing, the prey runs to the hunter. I say: karking put ya weapons down ‘less you want your brain to have a whole t’ breathe through. Though, considering that you were bloody well fool enough to attack us, I’m sure it’d appreciate the oxygen, might boost ya IQ a few points.” As Aeil spoke, Drin could make out the Presence of another Sith running towards the action along with the approach of the Tash’s Hand.
Darth Ferus
Wanderer
Location: Capital Annex - Capitol Building
Objective: Eliminate Rebels
Allies: TSE - [member="Leliana"] | [member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Xevek Rakama"]
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
"So you're smart sewer rats." A chuckle escaped him as he glanced over to his servant. Already the mostly machine creature was drooping, fighting for it's consciousness while the Lord remained unaffected. Filtering poison from the air came was a must have when you lived your life as an assassin. The beast however was so much machine that what little flesh it had spread the gas through its body. "Double back and find the boy. Serve his orders until I say otherwise. Feast." Durgen wandered off under his master's orders. Each movement flooded it with pain. Would it be enough to keep it awake? Time would tell.
As it went on it's way the Sith turned to the door and rolled his shoulders. Xevek would soon be striking from the other side, best to give him a proper distraction. His hands left his cane, leaving it standing. Ferus stood tall, shrugging off his black cloak to reveal the red and black flesh below, and he reached his arms forward. His invisible grip clutched the doors, and under a chorus of screeching metal and snapping wires he ripped the very barrier apart. A dramatic show of strength meant to entice fear in the rebels that remained.
Though, once the door was ripped from it's hinges, a new smile formed on the Zabrak's features. Before him, a glowing blue light. Ferus lowered his hands back onto his cane, resting them atop one another casually.
"Ah, master Jedi."
Objective: Eliminate Rebels
Allies: TSE - [member="Leliana"] | [member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Xevek Rakama"]
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
*Door Failure*
The Elder Sith frowned down at the control as he pressed the button again. So there were other ways forward? Or were they running? These thoughts went through Ferus's mind as well as the mild surprise at the masks they were wearing. It was only a brief moment to see them, but for the whole rebel party to be wearing masks.. He tilted his head, turning his ear to one of the vents. They were running. All of them. "So you're smart sewer rats." A chuckle escaped him as he glanced over to his servant. Already the mostly machine creature was drooping, fighting for it's consciousness while the Lord remained unaffected. Filtering poison from the air came was a must have when you lived your life as an assassin. The beast however was so much machine that what little flesh it had spread the gas through its body. "Double back and find the boy. Serve his orders until I say otherwise. Feast." Durgen wandered off under his master's orders. Each movement flooded it with pain. Would it be enough to keep it awake? Time would tell.
As it went on it's way the Sith turned to the door and rolled his shoulders. Xevek would soon be striking from the other side, best to give him a proper distraction. His hands left his cane, leaving it standing. Ferus stood tall, shrugging off his black cloak to reveal the red and black flesh below, and he reached his arms forward. His invisible grip clutched the doors, and under a chorus of screeching metal and snapping wires he ripped the very barrier apart. A dramatic show of strength meant to entice fear in the rebels that remained.
Though, once the door was ripped from it's hinges, a new smile formed on the Zabrak's features. Before him, a glowing blue light. Ferus lowered his hands back onto his cane, resting them atop one another casually.
"Ah, master Jedi."
Darth Vornskr the Second
ALLIES: Pythia Sybilla, [member="Farah"]
OPPONENTS: Ship poodoo down by [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"]. Nearby: [member="Jerrun Fel"]?
The SI/AIT was heavy and it fell with momentum. Smoke billowed from the rear engines and it shifted in her telekinetic hold, trying to stabilise but only giving itself more spin. She was not going to make it. For all her strength and the aid of Pythia, it looked like Joycelyn was not going to make it. She could not give in. It was not the Sith way to give in. She fought with every fibre of her body, fighting gravity and engines.
When it just seemed the most dire, and doubt crept into her mind, she saw the doctor stepping in to her peripheral vision.
The Empire thrived because, despite the selfish nature of Sith, it could make them work together and compile their efforts in an organised manner. It was not cooperation driven by kindness or altruism, but sheer pragmatism. To see that she was not alone, that her companions had power, lifted Joycelyn's spirit.
The transport started to turn as it hit Farah's shield. While the thin shield might not hold under the weight of the ship, it was enough to tip it another way. As it turned, the side of an engine knocked against a corner of the house, sending cracks through the surface and making the entire structure shift, but it stood yet. Had it not moved this way, then it would have ploughed straight through.
Lignan turned to ash in the recesses of Joycelyn's pike as she took a step and brought her arms around and down. The lingan that she burned boosted her for a moment allowing her to keep the pressure up, and her movements were marked with extreme weight. Her face was red, veins engorged on her face and neck, breath heavy and forehead shiny with sweat. The moved with their motion, guided as it glided over Farah's shield. With a tremendous sound, it touched down and tipped slightly over on its side. Dust and smoke still rose from the ship.
"Quickly, we need to get them out of there."
She tried to start into a run, but the lightness in her head said otherwise. It arose from the use of lignan and would have made her topple over, had not Pythia caught the vahlacanthix by the cloak and slowed her down. She also handed Joycelyn the large, black helm and silently urged her to put it on if she was to perform more stunts. Quietly, Joycelyn complied. A black helm with its visor shaped like a snarling vornskr, red eye-slits glowed as it connected and activated
More faces peered out of windows, children now joined by their parents as they looked at the small group of Sith risking their lives for Jaminere's citizens - Imperial citizens.
Joycelyn approached the downed ship.
Location: Communications Hub
Objective: Survival
Allies: [member="Tsisaar Taral"], [member="Jacen Vadith"], [member="Cassandra Paige"], [member="Itash Mecetti"], [member="Llkt'tudrin'wyshd"]
Enemies: [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Lyra Sarn"], [member="Ari Vox"], [member="Jax Vandal"], [member="Cenric Marus"]
In the moment Sebastian prepared to place the headphones on his ears, the hiss of a lightsaber split the floor, followed by a loud crash as duracrete fell into the sewers below. The mathematician spun around in his seat, throwing his neck backwards in shock as a band of militants climbed through through the hole and threatened those crowded within the communications room.
A soldier wielding a lightsaber denied the fact that the group were terrorists. From Sebastian's point of view as a civilian, all he could see were operatives and intellectuals behind terminals quivering in visual terror upon the arrival of these militants, who claimed to be there for some greater cause. A cause Sebastian could not identify. All those who used violence as a solution to any problem were the same to him, be they Jedi or Sith, rebel or Imperial.
The Mandalorian woman who arrived behind the Jedi threw a flash-bang, which Mecetti quickly deflected, directing the grenade into the corner of the room. As the shell exploded, a deafening shriek filled the room. Sebastian gripped his ears, throwing his head forward as he withstood the noise from his chair. Close behind the woman, a fierce mercenary fired a slugthrower into the roof, then threatened to eviscerate the armed and the defenseless alike.
The boom resonated throughout the room as Sebastian was thrown off his chair and onto his knees with the impact. Beside him, another young operative sat curled up in a foetal position, tears streaming down his face. With his hands planted on the floor, Sebastian glanced upwards to see the feet of the combatants around him, all the while listening to the sobbing of the young man. A pang weighed on Sebastian's chest and wondered if he had also been conscripted by the Sith.
"Your men shoot at us and threaten to gut us!" Slowly rising, Sebastian cried to the man with the lightsaber, whom he assumed to be the leader of the group. "How can you expect us to think you are anything but terrorists?!" He sat on the floor and looked up at the Jedi with disappointment and contempt in his eyes. Allowing a moment of physical interaction, he wrapped his arm around the other operative and crawled under the table with him, where they both took cover.
"Shh, calm down." He spoke reassuringly to the young man, who must have been a student. As the ring of the flash bang continued, Sebastian huddled under the table with his arm around the other civilian. He could hear the ticking of the dial on terminal, alerting him to a disruption in communications. For the time, he would wait until the noise of the flash band subsided before he braved the chaos and attempted to source the disturbance.
As the dial ticked on the table above, Sebastian stroked the hair of the operative laying beside him, pushing aside his dislike of physical touch. He squirmed backwards and tried to reach for the table, before a strange and stiffening feeling overcame his body. The colour drained from his cheeks and those also unable to use the Force. The young man flopped over onto his chest, having fallen unconscious from the sensation.
The indescribable force gripped Sebastian's form. He felt his head spin, a flurry of colors passing by his eyes as all shapes in the room became blurred. Suddenly, he could not feel his arms and legs, failing to move as he collapsed in a dazed state beside the other young man on the floor. Equations floated between the ajar slits of his eyes, which fluttered and shut beneath the dying light of the ceiling.
Objective: Survival
Allies: [member="Tsisaar Taral"], [member="Jacen Vadith"], [member="Cassandra Paige"], [member="Itash Mecetti"], [member="Llkt'tudrin'wyshd"]
Enemies: [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Lyra Sarn"], [member="Ari Vox"], [member="Jax Vandal"], [member="Cenric Marus"]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ss8t7a8n0U4
In the moment Sebastian prepared to place the headphones on his ears, the hiss of a lightsaber split the floor, followed by a loud crash as duracrete fell into the sewers below. The mathematician spun around in his seat, throwing his neck backwards in shock as a band of militants climbed through through the hole and threatened those crowded within the communications room.
A soldier wielding a lightsaber denied the fact that the group were terrorists. From Sebastian's point of view as a civilian, all he could see were operatives and intellectuals behind terminals quivering in visual terror upon the arrival of these militants, who claimed to be there for some greater cause. A cause Sebastian could not identify. All those who used violence as a solution to any problem were the same to him, be they Jedi or Sith, rebel or Imperial.
The Mandalorian woman who arrived behind the Jedi threw a flash-bang, which Mecetti quickly deflected, directing the grenade into the corner of the room. As the shell exploded, a deafening shriek filled the room. Sebastian gripped his ears, throwing his head forward as he withstood the noise from his chair. Close behind the woman, a fierce mercenary fired a slugthrower into the roof, then threatened to eviscerate the armed and the defenseless alike.
The boom resonated throughout the room as Sebastian was thrown off his chair and onto his knees with the impact. Beside him, another young operative sat curled up in a foetal position, tears streaming down his face. With his hands planted on the floor, Sebastian glanced upwards to see the feet of the combatants around him, all the while listening to the sobbing of the young man. A pang weighed on Sebastian's chest and wondered if he had also been conscripted by the Sith.
"Your men shoot at us and threaten to gut us!" Slowly rising, Sebastian cried to the man with the lightsaber, whom he assumed to be the leader of the group. "How can you expect us to think you are anything but terrorists?!" He sat on the floor and looked up at the Jedi with disappointment and contempt in his eyes. Allowing a moment of physical interaction, he wrapped his arm around the other operative and crawled under the table with him, where they both took cover.
"Shh, calm down." He spoke reassuringly to the young man, who must have been a student. As the ring of the flash bang continued, Sebastian huddled under the table with his arm around the other civilian. He could hear the ticking of the dial on terminal, alerting him to a disruption in communications. For the time, he would wait until the noise of the flash band subsided before he braved the chaos and attempted to source the disturbance.
As the dial ticked on the table above, Sebastian stroked the hair of the operative laying beside him, pushing aside his dislike of physical touch. He squirmed backwards and tried to reach for the table, before a strange and stiffening feeling overcame his body. The colour drained from his cheeks and those also unable to use the Force. The young man flopped over onto his chest, having fallen unconscious from the sensation.
The indescribable force gripped Sebastian's form. He felt his head spin, a flurry of colors passing by his eyes as all shapes in the room became blurred. Suddenly, he could not feel his arms and legs, failing to move as he collapsed in a dazed state beside the other young man on the floor. Equations floated between the ajar slits of his eyes, which fluttered and shut beneath the dying light of the ceiling.
Jaster Awaud
Elder of Clan 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
This little quarrel between warriors was starting to be longer then Jaster would have liked, and in truth that was getting rather irritating for him. He had hoped this was some Sith agent that would be quickly dispatched and he could return to his men. A mandalorain however, that would take some time, time he did not want to spare here.
As the warrior stepped out of his hidden beam of safety, Jaster heard what sounded like a wrist mount being activated. At that same time a warning of radioactive missile was present in the area. He only had seconds to react, and he turned the corner and with a programmed finger movements, his Grav-Boot and his Miniature Jump Pack were activated as he nearly disappeared from view as he accelerated towards his opponent. The Explosion of wrist rocket behind him did not interrupt is tunnel vision he was experiencing.
He did not notice it till now, but he had let the hunter escape, and he was now just a passenger of his own body.
Within a meter of the enemy, the weapon was pulled up to his waist and he pulled the trigger. The beast that was within the armor used the helmets Combat Scanner to increase the chance his hip-firing would hit the enemy Mandalorian. From behind the helmet a higher voice then before escaped from the helmet, "Dont Die to quick, 'Warrior'." Only a chuckle that was attempted to be held back and failed followed the voice. It was stated as if he was mocking the title, making a sarcastic remark.
Then the Blaster let loose again, within a meter of the target.
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
This little quarrel between warriors was starting to be longer then Jaster would have liked, and in truth that was getting rather irritating for him. He had hoped this was some Sith agent that would be quickly dispatched and he could return to his men. A mandalorain however, that would take some time, time he did not want to spare here.
As the warrior stepped out of his hidden beam of safety, Jaster heard what sounded like a wrist mount being activated. At that same time a warning of radioactive missile was present in the area. He only had seconds to react, and he turned the corner and with a programmed finger movements, his Grav-Boot and his Miniature Jump Pack were activated as he nearly disappeared from view as he accelerated towards his opponent. The Explosion of wrist rocket behind him did not interrupt is tunnel vision he was experiencing.
He did not notice it till now, but he had let the hunter escape, and he was now just a passenger of his own body.
Jaster had launched his body at Koda, lifting his blaster as he moved as fast as a Force Users using Force Step. Within seconds of using his Jump Pack and Grav Boots to manipulate his speed he was nearly within reach of Koda. Each step did not make a noise as it looked as if he was ice skating with his boots manipulating the gravity to increase his speed. The movement in the body were slick and without thought, there was no hesitation and even though he was visibly shot, it did not seem to react to the pain.Within a meter of the enemy, the weapon was pulled up to his waist and he pulled the trigger. The beast that was within the armor used the helmets Combat Scanner to increase the chance his hip-firing would hit the enemy Mandalorian. From behind the helmet a higher voice then before escaped from the helmet, "Dont Die to quick, 'Warrior'." Only a chuckle that was attempted to be held back and failed followed the voice. It was stated as if he was mocking the title, making a sarcastic remark.
Then the Blaster let loose again, within a meter of the target.
Lemon
Citrus Dreams
JAMINERE
SPACE PORT
Considering the circumstances, Jaster surely couldn't be all that accurate with the Blaster Rifle- regardless of the helmet's more advanced optics, scanners, so on and so forth. The Phrik Blade, however? It was made of hardy material, but it wasn't slicing through Mandalorian Iron. The undersuit was a different story, though. Far and wide, across the known and unknown, Fett had fought many a foe- this was just taking more time than usual. Best to be compensated for the extra effort.
As Jaster charged Fett's position with a blade in hand and the wildfire of a blaster rifle held at the waist, the Bounty Hunter briefly raised his arm to fire a whipcord in an attempt to halt the terrorists progress. If successful, Awaud was to find himself encased in a cord, his arms bound by his side and potentially still soaring. Koda was nobodies fool, and subsequently knew what he had to do: desert that current position for range was his ally. Deem it cowardly all you want, but don't mistake 'bravery' with stupidity.
His own jetpack kicked into action, thrusting himself from his position after firing the whipcord. Placing his gloved hands back over the blaster within a fraction of a second. Firing whilst soaring away if the whipcord hadn't struck true, then this was the course of action.
Allies: The Sith Empire
Adversaries: The Rebellion - [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
SPACE PORT
Considering the circumstances, Jaster surely couldn't be all that accurate with the Blaster Rifle- regardless of the helmet's more advanced optics, scanners, so on and so forth. The Phrik Blade, however? It was made of hardy material, but it wasn't slicing through Mandalorian Iron. The undersuit was a different story, though. Far and wide, across the known and unknown, Fett had fought many a foe- this was just taking more time than usual. Best to be compensated for the extra effort.
As Jaster charged Fett's position with a blade in hand and the wildfire of a blaster rifle held at the waist, the Bounty Hunter briefly raised his arm to fire a whipcord in an attempt to halt the terrorists progress. If successful, Awaud was to find himself encased in a cord, his arms bound by his side and potentially still soaring. Koda was nobodies fool, and subsequently knew what he had to do: desert that current position for range was his ally. Deem it cowardly all you want, but don't mistake 'bravery' with stupidity.
His own jetpack kicked into action, thrusting himself from his position after firing the whipcord. Placing his gloved hands back over the blaster within a fraction of a second. Firing whilst soaring away if the whipcord hadn't struck true, then this was the course of action.
Allies: The Sith Empire
Adversaries: The Rebellion - [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]
Tabigarashu Madara
Good things come in smol packages
Location: Trade Port
Objective: Hide in the pocketses
Allies: TSE [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Ikilwa Arregai"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: Rebels [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Ursula Toher"] [member="Owazza"]
Hirou had closed their eyes tightly. If they whimpered as they fell, no one heard it in the bedlam. As the ground rose up, too swift, too final- and there was a brief moment where they realized that they had business left unfinished.
That there was still so much to do.
But what indeed, could a small mouse do but fall?
Apparently, when needed?
They could fly.
The sensation of feathers and wings surrounded them. Dark eyes opened, blinking in surprise. Small paws grasped white plumage, tail curling around pinion feather tightly because there was simply no other way to go about it.
"Tai Fa!"
The last time the Nezumi had called out like that, it was in relief that their friend was safe. Now, it was in gratitude, tiny voice almost shaking with the sheer nearness of what had almost happened. Of how close they had come.... Hirou realized they were shaking and couldn't stop. Last time, Hirou had saved Tai Fa's life. This time.... this time it had been reversed. The flood of appreciation was clear on the little mouse's face as they nodded. Still trembling, they whisked into his pocket and huddled there. At least for the moment, they curled up in safety. It wouldn't last, and Hirou might be needed again, but at least for now-
Hirou was safe.
Objective: Hide in the pocketses
Allies: TSE [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Ikilwa Arregai"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: Rebels [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Ursula Toher"] [member="Owazza"]
Hirou had closed their eyes tightly. If they whimpered as they fell, no one heard it in the bedlam. As the ground rose up, too swift, too final- and there was a brief moment where they realized that they had business left unfinished.
That there was still so much to do.
But what indeed, could a small mouse do but fall?
Apparently, when needed?
They could fly.
The sensation of feathers and wings surrounded them. Dark eyes opened, blinking in surprise. Small paws grasped white plumage, tail curling around pinion feather tightly because there was simply no other way to go about it.
"Tai Fa!"
The last time the Nezumi had called out like that, it was in relief that their friend was safe. Now, it was in gratitude, tiny voice almost shaking with the sheer nearness of what had almost happened. Of how close they had come.... Hirou realized they were shaking and couldn't stop. Last time, Hirou had saved Tai Fa's life. This time.... this time it had been reversed. The flood of appreciation was clear on the little mouse's face as they nodded. Still trembling, they whisked into his pocket and huddled there. At least for the moment, they curled up in safety. It wouldn't last, and Hirou might be needed again, but at least for now-
Hirou was safe.
JAMINERE
COMMUNICATIONS HUB
Jacen's footsteps echoed throughout not only his mind, but the hallway he bolted through, the stairs he sprinted down- throwing caution to the wind in a desperate attempt to reach Tsisaar and those he was to defend. As far as he knew, only Taral could defend them. The Light was seemingly overwhelming the Dark in that moment, and he feared he was too late, but it only caused him to push through, run faster.
As he neared the entrance his mind became under attack. Whispers entered his ears, but they spoke of false truths. Experiences he couldn't quite fathom, or ones that he despised. So far, he resisted. Continuing his run into the room only to witness Civilians slumped to the ground, whether they were dead or not he couldn't tell at this moment. Yet relief washed over to see that Paige was alive, and Mecetti was here also. However, he dreaded the end result of this conflict.
Allies: The Sith Empire - [member="Tsisaar Taral"], [member="Sebastian Thel"], [member="Cassandra Paige"], [member="Itash Mecetti"], @LIkt'tudrin'wyshd
Enemies: The Rebellion - [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Lyra Sarn"], [member="Ari Vox"], Jax Vandal
COMMUNICATIONS HUB
Jacen's footsteps echoed throughout not only his mind, but the hallway he bolted through, the stairs he sprinted down- throwing caution to the wind in a desperate attempt to reach Tsisaar and those he was to defend. As far as he knew, only Taral could defend them. The Light was seemingly overwhelming the Dark in that moment, and he feared he was too late, but it only caused him to push through, run faster.
As he neared the entrance his mind became under attack. Whispers entered his ears, but they spoke of false truths. Experiences he couldn't quite fathom, or ones that he despised. So far, he resisted. Continuing his run into the room only to witness Civilians slumped to the ground, whether they were dead or not he couldn't tell at this moment. Yet relief washed over to see that Paige was alive, and Mecetti was here also. However, he dreaded the end result of this conflict.
Allies: The Sith Empire - [member="Tsisaar Taral"], [member="Sebastian Thel"], [member="Cassandra Paige"], [member="Itash Mecetti"], @LIkt'tudrin'wyshd
Enemies: The Rebellion - [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Lyra Sarn"], [member="Ari Vox"], Jax Vandal
Rujat Aola
Desert Rose
Location: Spaceport, outside of the Capital
Objective: Spark the Rebellion
Allies: [member="Jakkor Kess"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Filiae"] [member="Darth Imperia"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"]
Soundtrack: Dust on the Window
Rujat left the strange man to his own devices, eventually rising from her knees and carefully making her way to a location that seemed safer. Relieved, she spied Jakkor ahead of her and then facing him, another figure with a similar lightsaber but tilted downward. And as she grew closer, the Twi’lek could hear Imperia’s words.
“You want to avoid more bloodshed? Fine.The Sith share that goal.”
Perhaps the women spoke in a situational manner, but the words seemed very hollow when Rujat knew - the whole galaxy knew as it was broadcast across the holonet and HNN News - that the Sith had just invaded four peaceful planets. The Twi’lek could only reason that if the Jaminere government invited them in, it was purely out of fear. Or collusion. Or a bit of both. But like the small world she’d known of enslavement in the Jundland Wastes and similar to Faddim’s lustful and greedy appetite, if she made the comparison of this group of darksiders to a bloating, covetous Hutt, it would not stop until it had devoured innocent souls, swelling like a tick full of blood.
That was no way to live unless you enjoyed torture and pain. The Twi’lek had endured enough of that to know resistance was truly in the fabric of her being now, down to the soft tips of her lekku.
A strange and sinister voice caught Rujat’s attention as she noticed a Chiss female rising from the ground. Her left arm was gone, but since there was no arterial spray, the rebel alien was at a loss on how to even begin treating that until she realized, the woman was part metal.
The Lethan Twi’lek took a couple of tentative steps towards her. Her goal was to help and heal, but when she saw the crimson blade, yet another lightsaber in their small radius, she stopped her foot up still perched to land on the ground. She set it down, her hand again hovering near her blaster.
“Are you hurt? I’m a medic if you need help," the Twi'lek called to Darth Filiae. Surely the Chiss had something corporeal that needed stitching back together. If she were fully organic material she may have not survived the explosion at all and this caused a wave of guilt to roil in her red-hued belly.
Though largely untrained in the use of the Force, Rujat could feel the darkness radiating off of her, but did not immediately identify the Chiss as Sith.
Objective: Spark the Rebellion
Allies: [member="Jakkor Kess"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Filiae"] [member="Darth Imperia"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"]
Soundtrack: Dust on the Window
Rujat left the strange man to his own devices, eventually rising from her knees and carefully making her way to a location that seemed safer. Relieved, she spied Jakkor ahead of her and then facing him, another figure with a similar lightsaber but tilted downward. And as she grew closer, the Twi’lek could hear Imperia’s words.
“You want to avoid more bloodshed? Fine.The Sith share that goal.”
Perhaps the women spoke in a situational manner, but the words seemed very hollow when Rujat knew - the whole galaxy knew as it was broadcast across the holonet and HNN News - that the Sith had just invaded four peaceful planets. The Twi’lek could only reason that if the Jaminere government invited them in, it was purely out of fear. Or collusion. Or a bit of both. But like the small world she’d known of enslavement in the Jundland Wastes and similar to Faddim’s lustful and greedy appetite, if she made the comparison of this group of darksiders to a bloating, covetous Hutt, it would not stop until it had devoured innocent souls, swelling like a tick full of blood.
That was no way to live unless you enjoyed torture and pain. The Twi’lek had endured enough of that to know resistance was truly in the fabric of her being now, down to the soft tips of her lekku.
A strange and sinister voice caught Rujat’s attention as she noticed a Chiss female rising from the ground. Her left arm was gone, but since there was no arterial spray, the rebel alien was at a loss on how to even begin treating that until she realized, the woman was part metal.
The Lethan Twi’lek took a couple of tentative steps towards her. Her goal was to help and heal, but when she saw the crimson blade, yet another lightsaber in their small radius, she stopped her foot up still perched to land on the ground. She set it down, her hand again hovering near her blaster.
“Are you hurt? I’m a medic if you need help," the Twi'lek called to Darth Filiae. Surely the Chiss had something corporeal that needed stitching back together. If she were fully organic material she may have not survived the explosion at all and this caused a wave of guilt to roil in her red-hued belly.
Though largely untrained in the use of the Force, Rujat could feel the darkness radiating off of her, but did not immediately identify the Chiss as Sith.
Kamon's OOC
Well-Known Member
Location: Outside the Comms Hub
Allies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] and Co. | [member="Romi Jade"]
Enemies: [member="Kor Vexen"]
The enemy was bewildered.
He continued to pop in and out in random locations each time, stabbing the droids around him. They were unable to see him, and a panic was sweeping into the real soldiers that the Sith had with him. On top of this, the droid numbers were thinning into obscurity. It didn't bother him that the Sith appeared unable to determine where he was. It didn't bother him that the man hadn't yet engaged him. The more he thinned out the numbers, the safer it would be for him to deal with the prisoners that the idiot Sith had brought with him. He did leave one droid functioning, though, specifically because he figured that when the last droid was there, the Sith might take advantage of knowing where he would be, and Kamon didn't want that.
So when there was only one droid left, he switched to killing the living soldiers. One by one.
It was amazing what one person could do when they knew the White Current. Perhaps it was a little bit less than honorable to kill in this manner, but these were Sith forces, or forces supporting them at least, and he felt no remorse at killing them. There was a time and a place for honorable battle, and this wasn't really that place. Outnumbered as they were, he needed to thin their numbers so he could free the prisoners. And, of course, it was all being recorded. The galaxy would have a field day watching him take care of business on a Sith controlled world in such a manner. He happened to know some good news people who could spread the word when all was said and done.
Come on, Sithling. Figure me out and let's battle. If you don't, I'm going to slaughter everything you have.
Allies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] and Co. | [member="Romi Jade"]
Enemies: [member="Kor Vexen"]
The enemy was bewildered.
He continued to pop in and out in random locations each time, stabbing the droids around him. They were unable to see him, and a panic was sweeping into the real soldiers that the Sith had with him. On top of this, the droid numbers were thinning into obscurity. It didn't bother him that the Sith appeared unable to determine where he was. It didn't bother him that the man hadn't yet engaged him. The more he thinned out the numbers, the safer it would be for him to deal with the prisoners that the idiot Sith had brought with him. He did leave one droid functioning, though, specifically because he figured that when the last droid was there, the Sith might take advantage of knowing where he would be, and Kamon didn't want that.
So when there was only one droid left, he switched to killing the living soldiers. One by one.
It was amazing what one person could do when they knew the White Current. Perhaps it was a little bit less than honorable to kill in this manner, but these were Sith forces, or forces supporting them at least, and he felt no remorse at killing them. There was a time and a place for honorable battle, and this wasn't really that place. Outnumbered as they were, he needed to thin their numbers so he could free the prisoners. And, of course, it was all being recorded. The galaxy would have a field day watching him take care of business on a Sith controlled world in such a manner. He happened to know some good news people who could spread the word when all was said and done.
Come on, Sithling. Figure me out and let's battle. If you don't, I'm going to slaughter everything you have.
Eternal Father
TSE - [member="Leliana"] | [member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Xevek Rakama"]
Rebels - [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"] | [member="Lok Jorunn"] | [member="Avoim Oeymo"]
The Emperor stalked the throne room, watching as the palace's officials hurried about to carry out his orders. From what his intelligence agents could gather there were at least two separate instances of rebellious activity currently going on across the city, from open fighting near the spaceports to rebels scurrying about through the sewers. His servants were already en route to intercept and destroy these insurrectionists, but he had heard nothing since they had been dispatched.
It didn't bother Carnifex, however; it was only a matter of time before they too were crushed beneath the Empire's heel.
One of the attendants near the far wall suddenly stopped in her tracks, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she lost her footing and collapsed against the wall. Several others moved to aid her before succumbing to the same effects as they lingered near the open ventilation grate. Those of the Blackblade Guard in the same vicinity were unaffected thanks to their helmet's environmental filter, and alarm quickly spread throughout the room and the entire palace as a warning was issued through Imperial communication channels. However, the response was delayed and undoubtedly the non-combative elements of the palace would be sufficiently neutralized by the sneak gas attack.
Emperor Carnifex scowled deeply as he affixed his own helmet over his head, the connection successfully sealing with a hiss of vented air. "They are making their move. Establish chokepoints and wire traps, if they want to so desperately enter this house of Empire they can bleed for every step." The Blackblades had already fanned out throughout the palace's lower levels in accordance with their Emperor's previous commands, but now they began to dig in at all available corridors. Rapid-deployment permacrete barriers were erected, and heavy blaster cannons were mounted on reinforced tripod mounts with overlapping fields of fire down every hall to deter any further advance. Laser trip mines were placed further down from the chokepoints, acting as the first line of defense by simultaneously scrambling enemy sensors and providing a lethal obstacle.
Truthfully, it was only a matter of time before the rebel pilot ran out of options.
But the atmosphere was no longer the only combat zone for starfighters, as the squadron of the Crimson Aces surged out of hyperspace right into the sights of the Emperor's defense fleet. Though their arrival was unexpected, it was not entirely a surprise to the naval commanders stationed on the command ships of the Empire. Orders were given, and the perimeter fighter guard was allowed to break patrol formation and assemble a defensive line against the combined X-Wings, A-Wings, and Y-Wings that appeared on their scopes. The fleet itself was primarily comprised of the two Imperial dreadnoughts and their battlecruiser escorts, but amidst those monolithic warships were several cruisers and frigates that added further layers to the defense of the Emperor's flagship, the Behemoth.
Amidst the orbital fleet were two Automated Factories, large five-kilometer warships equipped with powerful tractor beams and molecular furnaces. From their swollen bellies swarmed hundreds of automated starfighters, just over a thousand for each automated factory. This two thousand strong swarm would accompany the flesh-and-blood pilots of the Imperial Starfighter Corps, primarily acting as fire saturation and cannon fodder.
Rebels - [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"] | [member="Lok Jorunn"] | [member="Avoim Oeymo"]
The Emperor stalked the throne room, watching as the palace's officials hurried about to carry out his orders. From what his intelligence agents could gather there were at least two separate instances of rebellious activity currently going on across the city, from open fighting near the spaceports to rebels scurrying about through the sewers. His servants were already en route to intercept and destroy these insurrectionists, but he had heard nothing since they had been dispatched.
It didn't bother Carnifex, however; it was only a matter of time before they too were crushed beneath the Empire's heel.
One of the attendants near the far wall suddenly stopped in her tracks, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she lost her footing and collapsed against the wall. Several others moved to aid her before succumbing to the same effects as they lingered near the open ventilation grate. Those of the Blackblade Guard in the same vicinity were unaffected thanks to their helmet's environmental filter, and alarm quickly spread throughout the room and the entire palace as a warning was issued through Imperial communication channels. However, the response was delayed and undoubtedly the non-combative elements of the palace would be sufficiently neutralized by the sneak gas attack.
Emperor Carnifex scowled deeply as he affixed his own helmet over his head, the connection successfully sealing with a hiss of vented air. "They are making their move. Establish chokepoints and wire traps, if they want to so desperately enter this house of Empire they can bleed for every step." The Blackblades had already fanned out throughout the palace's lower levels in accordance with their Emperor's previous commands, but now they began to dig in at all available corridors. Rapid-deployment permacrete barriers were erected, and heavy blaster cannons were mounted on reinforced tripod mounts with overlapping fields of fire down every hall to deter any further advance. Laser trip mines were placed further down from the chokepoints, acting as the first line of defense by simultaneously scrambling enemy sensors and providing a lethal obstacle.
Meanwhile, the Shadow Droids continued to hound the last remaining enemy fighter above the city, their enhanced minds anticipating enemy firing trajectories and compensating for better attack angles. They were further supported by fighters from orbit and from the landed assault carrier several klicks outside of the city perimeter. Truthfully, it was only a matter of time before the rebel pilot ran out of options.
But the atmosphere was no longer the only combat zone for starfighters, as the squadron of the Crimson Aces surged out of hyperspace right into the sights of the Emperor's defense fleet. Though their arrival was unexpected, it was not entirely a surprise to the naval commanders stationed on the command ships of the Empire. Orders were given, and the perimeter fighter guard was allowed to break patrol formation and assemble a defensive line against the combined X-Wings, A-Wings, and Y-Wings that appeared on their scopes. The fleet itself was primarily comprised of the two Imperial dreadnoughts and their battlecruiser escorts, but amidst those monolithic warships were several cruisers and frigates that added further layers to the defense of the Emperor's flagship, the Behemoth.
Amidst the orbital fleet were two Automated Factories, large five-kilometer warships equipped with powerful tractor beams and molecular furnaces. From their swollen bellies swarmed hundreds of automated starfighters, just over a thousand for each automated factory. This two thousand strong swarm would accompany the flesh-and-blood pilots of the Imperial Starfighter Corps, primarily acting as fire saturation and cannon fodder.
Xevek Nekonis
From The Shadows
Location: Capital Annex - Capitol Building
Objective: Eliminate Rebels
Allies: TSE - [member="Leliana"] | [[member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: Rebels - [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"]
Confronting: Those that went up the stairs rather than face Ferus.
Gear: Lightsaber | Shade's Cloak | Hidden Blade | Cybernetic Arm with Personal Energy Shield attached
Focused as he was on his hearing, Xevek clearly heard Ferus’ words as he surely caught the dissidents they were hunting by surprise. However, that also meant that the Iridonian heard the door slam close and the words spoken by who he could only assume to be the leader of the small group. Words that spoke of leaving one of their members behind to face Ferus and, more importantly, orders the rest of the group (unfortunately leaving Xevek still unsure as to the exact number of infiltrators) were to follow the presumed leader up the stairs, the very same stairs that Xevek had hoped to use to flank behind them, the very same stairs that he now sat at the top of.
Scowling beneath his mask at the change of plans, his tall frame unfurled itself from where he had been kneeling, standing to his full height. With quick actions, a silent alert was sent out along Imperial channels, a beacon to Xevek’s location and, more importantly, the location of the rebel forces. However, he had no time to send a proper message as, through the sight granted to him through the Force, he could see the group moving their way up the staircase and directly towards him. In the end, he had, at most, ten seconds, until they excited the stairway and would come face to mask with him.
Breathe Out.
Above him, he could feel what were surely the Emperor’s own forces, the Blackblades, moving about, slowly advancing on his position. Sooner or later, the Rebels would come face to face with the militant force and pay their toll in blood, but, until then, they were his prey and it was his duty as an Assassin to attempt to end them or, barring that, stall them. However, Xevek was not in the business of fooling himself and knew that the more realistic outcome would be that he would serve as nothing more than a blockade to stall the approaching group. The gas that they had released into the air was slowly entering his systems for even if he could slow his breathing, he was breathing all the same and would be breathing all the quicker once the action started. Already he was feeling slightly light headed, the timer until he succumbed had already started and was rapidly ticking down.
Withdrawing his lightsaber, the crimson blade igniting with a snap and casting a red hue against the walls. Held in his right hand, the blade was pointed up and to the side, its tip nearly brushing the wall of the corridor. Slowly, feeling both the Rebels in front and the Blackblades behind slowly drawing closer, Xevek settled into the opening stance for Niman as his feet slid so that they were evenly spaced and his offhand was folded across his chest. Beneath his mask, his one eye slid shut as he gave his sight to the Force fully, bowing his head slightly as he settled into the Force Stance known as Mastery.
Breathe In.
As the Rebels drew nearer, just about to reach the top of the stairs, they would all feel a voice not their own speak within their minds. “The way to the Palace above lies beyond me unless you wish to try your luck with finding a different route.” Sure enough, the very stairs that Xevek had descended before were the only way up to the Palace. The very same stairs that were at the other end of the corridor from the stairs, the same corridor that Xevek stood in. “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.”
Raising his head, Xevek’s eye remained closed as, if they had not stopped, the first of the Rebels would set out of the stairway to be confronted with his masked visage. Against his chest, his hand tightened and then relaxed into a fist as anticipation thrummed within the Acolyte’s blood. Assassin he may be, but he was also an Iridonian - a species with a past largely rooted in warrior culture.
Breathe Out.
Objective: Eliminate Rebels
Allies: TSE - [member="Leliana"] | [[member="Zahori Denko"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: Rebels - [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"]
Confronting: Those that went up the stairs rather than face Ferus.
Gear: Lightsaber | Shade's Cloak | Hidden Blade | Cybernetic Arm with Personal Energy Shield attached
Breathe In.Focused as he was on his hearing, Xevek clearly heard Ferus’ words as he surely caught the dissidents they were hunting by surprise. However, that also meant that the Iridonian heard the door slam close and the words spoken by who he could only assume to be the leader of the small group. Words that spoke of leaving one of their members behind to face Ferus and, more importantly, orders the rest of the group (unfortunately leaving Xevek still unsure as to the exact number of infiltrators) were to follow the presumed leader up the stairs, the very same stairs that Xevek had hoped to use to flank behind them, the very same stairs that he now sat at the top of.
Scowling beneath his mask at the change of plans, his tall frame unfurled itself from where he had been kneeling, standing to his full height. With quick actions, a silent alert was sent out along Imperial channels, a beacon to Xevek’s location and, more importantly, the location of the rebel forces. However, he had no time to send a proper message as, through the sight granted to him through the Force, he could see the group moving their way up the staircase and directly towards him. In the end, he had, at most, ten seconds, until they excited the stairway and would come face to mask with him.
Breathe Out.
Above him, he could feel what were surely the Emperor’s own forces, the Blackblades, moving about, slowly advancing on his position. Sooner or later, the Rebels would come face to face with the militant force and pay their toll in blood, but, until then, they were his prey and it was his duty as an Assassin to attempt to end them or, barring that, stall them. However, Xevek was not in the business of fooling himself and knew that the more realistic outcome would be that he would serve as nothing more than a blockade to stall the approaching group. The gas that they had released into the air was slowly entering his systems for even if he could slow his breathing, he was breathing all the same and would be breathing all the quicker once the action started. Already he was feeling slightly light headed, the timer until he succumbed had already started and was rapidly ticking down.
Withdrawing his lightsaber, the crimson blade igniting with a snap and casting a red hue against the walls. Held in his right hand, the blade was pointed up and to the side, its tip nearly brushing the wall of the corridor. Slowly, feeling both the Rebels in front and the Blackblades behind slowly drawing closer, Xevek settled into the opening stance for Niman as his feet slid so that they were evenly spaced and his offhand was folded across his chest. Beneath his mask, his one eye slid shut as he gave his sight to the Force fully, bowing his head slightly as he settled into the Force Stance known as Mastery.
Breathe In.
As the Rebels drew nearer, just about to reach the top of the stairs, they would all feel a voice not their own speak within their minds. “The way to the Palace above lies beyond me unless you wish to try your luck with finding a different route.” Sure enough, the very stairs that Xevek had descended before were the only way up to the Palace. The very same stairs that were at the other end of the corridor from the stairs, the same corridor that Xevek stood in. “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.”
Raising his head, Xevek’s eye remained closed as, if they had not stopped, the first of the Rebels would set out of the stairway to be confronted with his masked visage. Against his chest, his hand tightened and then relaxed into a fist as anticipation thrummed within the Acolyte’s blood. Assassin he may be, but he was also an Iridonian - a species with a past largely rooted in warrior culture.
Breathe Out.
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"]
Cenric had near no gift when it came to the use of the force, so aiding his master in the use of Malacia was simply not in the cards.
What he could do however was protect the man from harm.
The training saber that he had taken from the Jedi Temple on Coruscant ignited in a bright blue spark of life, burning bright enough to sear the eye if looked at for too long. His face was an earnest one, though his gaze jumped from place to place as he tried to spot everyone and everything that might come towards his master. Cenric remembered the plan, he was supposed to protect the slicer, but from what he saw she was doing just fine on her own.
He watched her out of his peripheral vision, but for now he stuck nearer to Cedric.
There was no need to go anywhere just yet. It seemed that the enemy had yet to lash out. Nevertheless Cenric shifted slightly, moving his feet so that his stance was more defensive.
There was no doubt they would come.
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"]
Cenric had near no gift when it came to the use of the force, so aiding his master in the use of Malacia was simply not in the cards.
What he could do however was protect the man from harm.
The training saber that he had taken from the Jedi Temple on Coruscant ignited in a bright blue spark of life, burning bright enough to sear the eye if looked at for too long. His face was an earnest one, though his gaze jumped from place to place as he tried to spot everyone and everything that might come towards his master. Cenric remembered the plan, he was supposed to protect the slicer, but from what he saw she was doing just fine on her own.
He watched her out of his peripheral vision, but for now he stuck nearer to Cedric.
There was no need to go anywhere just yet. It seemed that the enemy had yet to lash out. Nevertheless Cenric shifted slightly, moving his feet so that his stance was more defensive.
There was no doubt they would come.
