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Operation Weedkiller V2

| [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Deneve Verd"] | [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Zephyr Carrick"] | [member="Saverok"] | [member="Sanya Val Swift"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] |

Alicia wrapped her arms across her chest, as she waited for the mining facilities men and women to be rescued by her people. As she waited, a bridge officer approached and explained that her ship had picked up that another was powering up it's weapons. Turning to follow the officer, Alicia read the scans that had come up and sighed. "That's the Red Dress," she said. "Patch me into her."

When a transmission had been sent and accepted, Alicia said: "Red Dress. This is Alicia Drey. We are detecting that you are powering up weapons. Please clarify your intent?" Alicia knew that if Miss Blonde was on the Red Dress, then it was a bad idea for her to make a request, let alone an order. The encounter on Antecedent and above Lehon were still fresh in her mind and she didn't want want to cross the crime lord for a second time, as that could prove costly.
 
Well, she really is Isley's daughter.

The thought cycled around Zef's mind as he watched her take over the whole operation. Deneve wasn't poodooing around. With Saverok and Zephyr appearing on the bridge only to announce that they are going down to slaughter everything that moves, the ex-smuggler remembered how independent Mandalorians are.

Yet that would cause problems in the future. They needed discipline. Even the lax person Zef was, he knew that from personal experience.

"A flagship has entered the range of our communications, cap'n. The Red Dress."

"It's Mandalore's associate." The captain said. "Put her in."

Miss Blonde.

"Good to see you, Miss B. Just a little 'cleaning the garden' operation." Zef spoke over the comm. This was becoming a karking convention. "The armor's perfect. Hopefully I don't have to run through a stygium mine full of bloodthirsty droids again to pay for it."

Zef then turned to face Deneve as she gave the 'offer' to the manager of the facility.

"The trio of doom need to move out of there immediately. The mad Ticon girl too." The scoundrel told her and he turned towards the captain. "Halt till our men are at a safe zone. I am not risking one Mandalorian life for some thieves."

He then activated a comm channel to [member="Zephyr Carrick"], [member="Saverok"], [member="Alkor Centaris"] and [member="Keira Ticon"].

"Fun time is over, boys. We are bombing this poodoo from space when they leave." The warmarshal told them and closed the channel.

"Captain, take out one squadrons of interceptors from the hangar immediately. They will keep an escort on the leaving ships. Position the Stratus corvettes to monitor the exits from where workers will leave. If they see anything beyond clothes on them, fire as long as our friendlies are not in a danger zone from the fire."

"Understood but escort ?"

"I will let you know what I mean by escort, captain." Zef said and turned the comm channel to speak with the newly arrived [member="Alicia Drey"]. "We are sending you a flight plan for your transports to carry the evacuated. Do not stray away, a squadron of interceptors will escort you. Keep the flight path of your ships according to the flight plan given by us."

"Oh, that type of escort." The captain chuckled and then reported. "The Red Dress is entering a position to fire."

"Open a channel to them now, officer." Zef turned towards a comm officer and the latter nodded, opening a channel to [member="Miss Blonde"]. "Miss B. Halt any fire until our friendlies are off that cursed rock."

So much to do for such a pesky little annoying attempt of theft.

"Deneve." The scoundrel turned to Mandalore's daughter. "Good choice. Running away is the most shameful outcome for our trespassers today."

[member="Deneve Verd"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"] @Am I missing someone ?
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
Miss Blonde was starting to become vexed, very very vexed. However Miss Blonde would make her intentions very clear to the Sith Lord who was trying to pretend like she gave an actual fuck about the people on that god forsaken asteroid. So instead of turning the Red a Dress around and doing what she should of done the moment she found out she was a dark sider, which was blast them out of existence. But sometimes you begrudgingly had to be an adult.

"My intention... "Alicia" is to await the order in which to destroy this facility with mild prejudice. So I would recommend that you get these people off the asteroid in a quick and timely manner and escort them to a safe place where you'll most certainly give the best of care to them." Miss Blonde said with a heavy amount of sarcasm to her words.

"Bring up the port and aft weaponry, I want to be ready in case that worm tries anything."

"As you wish ma'am." The crewman said in response.

Shortly after Zef contacted her to have a little fun banter and talk about what was going to happen on the asteroid, which of course she wasn't about to open fire on the asteroid while Keira was there. The other Mandalorians, sure. But Keira was her dumb mando and she wasn't about to lose her over some stupidity like waltzing into a kill zone.

"You are never going to let me live that down are you?" Blonde said with a soft chuckle afterwards.

"Anyways I'll stand by until we are ready to fire, you have my word and support." Blonde said then continued to sit in her captain's chair and await instructions to fire.

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Zef Halo"]
 
Smoke rose into the air in the distance and in front of the facility stood Saverok himself. His orders were clear and the situation clear as day. Only several meters away from [member="Zephyr Carrick"] & [member="Alkor Centaris"]. Screams could be heard along side very loud explosions. Resting on one shoulder lay a Rapture Mk.1 pointed toward the enterance of the Facility. Bodies of the Injured and dying were scattered about. Some of the works couldnt be found at all and only ash remained of them. In the other hand he held a Convergence Mk.1. Both weapons were Parictle Beam in nature and very nasty to use on Organics.

The Facility was to be Evacuated and those inside were gonna get let go....into the nether. Was it fair? No. Was it enjoyable for Saverok? Strangely yes. Hearing the messages from the ships above in orbit the Gen'dai groaned. Continuing to fire on the exiting population Saverok started to laugh more and more. " HAHAHAHAHA!" his voice boomed. His mask raised showing his corrupted face and glow red eyes. Foaming from the mouth and drooling blood from biting his lips knowingly this was odd scene to view, one that questioned the behemoths mental state.

" Thast 'ughs gua! gua! gua! Fiathkung ghaakftung...Sthia''x ftaru'a na ang fta sia'nag unsu ath Yuia shunk I gu'a a th'al aftuias hunu'?! I Duns! Yuia' ha'a tuftaftx su ftuuts nx agu ang gua a g'iatuna gaash. Ang arsa' un guna un gunna 'ul uias aftft xuia' tkaftasunt ang ftiauftg a sh'una!" He shouted aloud speaking his dead Gen'dai language once more, spitting blood as he pronounced each word. Soon the ships would destroy this place but that was not enough for Saverok.

In his anger and lacking sanity the Gen'dai spoke into his comm to address [member="Zef Halo"] & [member="Deneve Verd"]. " You would dare fire on this place? With us in range?! How about you fix your weapons on their vessel and arrest them! Disable their ship and take them in! Dont worry about the Facility destruction we can handle that, Buildings do are not a threat in themselves. People are!. Heheh." Sceams of agony and explosives could be heard in the background. It was obvious what was happening down below. " With all due respect [member="Deneve Verd"] you not my Mandalore and your namesake does not give you the right to act likewise!" he stated giving the reason he was disobeying orders and doing as he please. " By the way I've taken the liberty to accept that duel i over heard for you, Deneve. " he snickered.

Ceasing fire and scanning the dead bodies and with the howl of the wind the Gen'dai tilted his head. Finally his voiced boomed screaming a single name.

" SANYA!!!! I ACCEPT YOUR CHALLENGE ON DENEVE VERDS BEHALF!"

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
 

Sanya Val Lerium

Neutral, Queen of Her people, Neko
[member="Zef Halo"] Ξ [member="Alicia Drey"] Ξ [member="Miss Blonde"] Ξ @others

She was in a battle that couldn't be won even after trying diplomatic solutions and invoking mando law. She can't say she didn't try. Regrettably it was a shame she wasn't going to be alout to hand over the facility to one of their own who'd just started up a company. Guess next time it can be taken out there funds to build him a new one. "Very well. I guess there is nothing left for me to do but leave. Ill have my droids shut down onboard my transport. No raw or ingot beskar will come with me. I value my life after all. The only thing I request to bring with me is a head of an unfinished product that is made of beskar. Nothing to much." She said. "Upon my leaving I'll save you all ammunition and give you the codes to blow this place up. Dose this sound fair? My employees will be with me since they are non combats and obviously you aren't a peaceful bunch." After all it wasn't really a big place. Enough to house twenty people and droids. Everything else is automated.

Ooc: [member="Saverok"] didn't ignore you, your post just popped up on my screen I'll edit if you would like?

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Edits will be made to recognize [member="Saverok"] 's post after I've eaten
 
Alkor tapped his temple and tilted his head sideways. The comm channel opened and he spoke. "Wait," he spoke with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "You mean to tell me we landed on this rock to slag these drones, and you're giving us a five minute time frame to evacuate them?"

He took a step back and clipped the saber to his belt. The dropship that approached from orbit appeared almost menacing as the Dark Jedi regarded [member="Deneve Verd"]. "Since this is the first time I've heard your voice, I can assume that there was probably some lapse in communication prior to this little excursion." His gaze swept over the battlefield as [member="Saverok"] barked out a challenge and [member="Zephyr Carrick"] mowed down workers like weeds. "It sounds like there's not much direction in this plan of theirs. I can drag the Carrick boy back with me, but if Saverok wants to fight, it's his funeral."

"What do you want me to do?" Alkor waited for the woman to answer patiently. While he was not a good man, and his thirst for blood burned red hot, the Jen'jidai still knew better than to go pissing of ranking members of a force he intended to ally with.

The dropship alighted close to the drop point, and since Alkor had yet to move it was within several steps of him. His hair and cloak rifled about in the subsequent winds as he trained his gaze on Carrick.

He disengaged the comm and called out. "This is not a good day for first impressions, is it?"
 
She ignored the jab from Saverok. He would be dealt with by those above him when the time came. For now there was a mission that needed to be handled.

It was then that Alkor came in. It's been requested and decided it's more painful for them to live with the defeat than to be snuffed out. Get Zephyr onto the drop ship."

Patching into every channel, she would begin speaking. "The time is up. Sanya you best make it to Alicia's ship if you wish to live. Leave with nothing . If you want beskar for projects go about procuring it through the proper means. Alicia I've given enough time . "


Pausing her voice took on a softer edge when addressing her aunt. "Aunt Keira please get off that rock."


It was then she turned to her God-father, a grin lighting up her face. "All yours old man."
[member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Saverok"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Keira Ticon"]
 
Deneve Verd said:
"All yours old man."
Zef watched the scene unfold through the viewport, without turning his head towards the captain, he spoke:

"Captain."

"Yes, Warmarshal ?"

"Light the facility up."

And doom was let loose upon the illegal facility.

[member="Saverok"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Deneve Verd"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"] [member="Keira Ticon"]
 
S O V E R E I G N
Factory Judge
I continued to move towards the compound. Clearly the automated weapons on the buildings were meant to attack aircraft, and other smaller beings. However, you couldn't hit, what you couldn't aim at. I zoomed in a zigzag pattern as I moved forward. My lightsaber was not nearly going to cut through all of the material that was needed to cut through in order to reach the people inside. I stood there for a moment, and smiled as I once more used the force to dash up the side of the building and around to slice into the automated turrets on top. I started to cut into the second one when the command came over to get off the planet.

Not even a second later, "Light the Facility up."

My mind went from a rampage within the force, wanting to kill these people for even attempting to steal from us, into "Oh Chit, I am in the wrong place, at the wrong time." I could hear Alkor over the com, as he was told to grab me and get the hell out. I had already used the force a crap ton, and would have to put everything I had into running now. The lightsaber was put up in an instant, and I ran like hell.

"Run Alkor!"

I had no clue on how in the hell we would get off of here since the escape pods went only one way, and the transport ships were way far off from where I was. Still, I tried to run. I gave it my all. I could see Alkor ahead of me, Even hearing the screams of all the cannon fire raining down towards us. It would be here, in less than seconds.

Oh hell, I hoped that it wouldn't be the last time I could see her.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"], [member="Saverok"], [member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Deneve Verd"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Alicia Drey"],
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
"Run Forest, Run." Were the words that Blonde said to Keira before she gave the order.

"Locate Thalia on the map and shoot opposite to her position. I want to give Keira the time she needs then fire." And just like that it was done.

Thalia had been picked up on the scanners on the far side of the facility and now Miss Blonde ordered all starboard cannons to open fire. Hopefully Keira wouldn't end up being space dust but it was her dumbass who walked into a kill zone in the first place.

[member="Zef Halo"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Deneve Verd"]
 
"You know, whenever I doubt our friendship it's times like these that rekindle it." Nothing changed about her typical attitude even with a very real possibility of death hanging over her head, but then, Keira was the sort of person to have a comment for most every scenario in the first place, especially for [member="Miss Blonde"]. "I'm still not convinced you don't have a death-wish." "I guess it'll just have to stay a wish for another day, huh?" A sigh was the AI's only response, and she looked up as the ground shook with the impact of the turbolasers, rubble kicking up. As incredible a sight as it was, she knew it was time to leave. Even someone like her had to use better judgement every once in awhile.

When [member="Deneve Verd"] spoke softly to her via the comms she flashed a smile beneath her helmet, "Don't worry. It'll take a lot more than this to kill me. Let's finish blasting the aruetii so we can go home." But it wouldn't be that simple, she knew. They would more like than not have to answer to the Mand'alor for what had happened, not that the thought necessarily bothered her. Given her distance from the facility she didn't have to worry quite so much about imminent death, but still augmented her journey to the dropship with the Force regardless, a crooked smile on her face. As dangerous as this was, there was a certain thrill that couldn't quite be found anywhere else.

"Someday it won't be that simple." Ignoring Thalia, she chimed in to those safe above in their ships, "I'm clear. You want me to help out the rest of them?" Force knows they probably needed it.

[member="Zef Halo"], [member="Zephyr Carrick"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Saverok"], [member="Alicia Drey"]
 
Alkor sighed audibly as the order called out and far above, capital ships primed for lethal bombardment. He reached out and caught Zephyr by the hand as the man barely made it to the dropship before hell rained down from the heavens.

Harrowing blasts of turbolaser fire sundered the surface and tore into earth and metal indiscriminately. Horrified and helpless civilians who were unable to board ships with "humanitarian" designations were seared, even as their screams melded with the Force.

Alkor watched in hallowed silence as bodies were vaporized outright, and others had the flesh melted from their bones. Muscle sinew bled together with other cellular structures now beyond recognition as blackened bones clattered uselessly to the dirt.

Metal whined beneath the inferno as it ceaselessly ravaged the facility, and even energy shields and highly resistant plating were inevitably unable to assuage the rage of Mandalorian battlecruisers. The Dark Jedi drank in all of the death as it took form beneath him, a smoking crater that once stood as an ill-conceived mining facility. Cinders remained of the metal. Ash remained of their plans to collect Beskar directly under Mandalorian watch.

Alkor glanced to [member="Zephyr Carrick"] beside him and tapped his comm once more. "This is Alkor Centaris," he called to [member="Deneve Verd"] on the Mandalorian channel. "I have secured the package."

Hellfire still raged and plumes of smoke rose in their wake as the dropship headed back toward the Mandalorian fleet.
 
"You're a fething idiot, you know that?" That was the only thing Keira really had to say to one [member="Alkor Centaris"] as he boarded the dropship with [member="Zephyr Carrick"] in tow, the pair having narrowly escaped the bombardment of where the mining facility had once stood, the building now reduced to ash and rubble. "You do know you're no better." As always, Thalia had to chip in as well, though the AI was audible to none but herself. Sometimes she wondered what exactly the strategical benefits were to someone like her having yet another voice in her head, but Thalia had her moments. And so she remained, never mind the unnecessary commentary.

The only response the hologram in the corner of her HUD received was a look that communicated clearly enough that no more remarks were needed. Reaching up with one hand she pulled off her helmet, holding it under her right arm and shaking out her hair, dark eyes glancing over present company. In the next few seconds the helm was magnetically clipped to her belt, and she disarmed her wrist rocket, ensuring that at the very least there was one less disaster waiting to happen in the dropship as it was. The other armaments she kept close at hand were relatively harmless unless she pulled the trigger, but with the enemy gone that unfortunately wouldn't be necessary.

"Well, at least we get a talk with Mand'alor out of this. I'm sure he'll be absolutely thrilled." She never really spoke with her adoptive brother much, though the both of them were equally at fault for such a thing. They seemed to operate on a mutual understanding that they would do what they needed to when times called, and that was that. Now she suspected she would see a side of the man she hadn't before. "Mind telling me how landing in the kill zone constitutes as a plan? Not exactly helping when everything's going to be hit with turbolasers anyway. Great idea, though. Inspiring."
 
S O V E R E I G N
Factory Judge
I continued to run after Alkor. Letting the force push me as far as I could towards the dropship. I was behind the man as the blasts began to rain down from the ships. Blowing everything into vapor, and leaving everything else in ruins. Running forward, I felt a stinging in my right arm as I reached up with my left to be pulled up into the ship. Looking at the two, Alkor stayed somewhat silent as Keira decided to hand us a few words about how stupid we were.

I knew we would have a come to god moment with Isley, and it likely was not going to end well for me. I shook my head as Keira decided to ask the question about why we decided to go down there. I tried to shrug my shoulders, but my right one hurt like hell. Grimacing, I spoke.

"I didn't have the option to tell them to fire, and I wanted to see them die. They are trying to steal a part of us as Mandalorians. They don't deserve a quick death. Blasters and turbolasers are too quick."

It was clear that I was not in the mood, and I would likely pay for going against the rules, and even trying to argue with my master's sister,

"I don't care, I wanted to see their faces as a blade passed through them. Yo- AHHHHHHH"

As I was speaking out of anger, and out of turn, I raised my right hand to point at Keira and I could feel my arm snap. I thought I could almost hear it as my arm went limp. It was on fire. My entire arm was closing up and tightening. My fist hurt from my hand squeezing so tightly on itself. Even touching my arm with my left hand hurt like hell. My hand was clenched, but my arm was numb.

I have never felt this before, and yelled out a bit in pain as my arm fell to my side limply.

"What the Hell!"

[member="Sanya Val Swift"], [member="Saverok"], [member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Deneve Verd"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Alicia Drey"],
 

Sanya Val Lerium

Neutral, Queen of Her people, Neko
Fire alarms would ring into the facility shortly after an explosion breaching the doors. That hadn't been the only thing even with surrender they still persue the bombardment. "Damn cowards." She uttered to her self in frustration. "All personal make your way to the transports immediately. Droids keep who ever blasted into the facility occupied." Even though they didn't have the guns on them a vibro blade would still buy time. Spinning around to the table behind her she collected the part of the project she'd been working on. It was heavy say the least and really she was unaware of how much beskar was indeed on the transport. Non the less they hadn't got the time to naff about. Once the rocky layer was gone the shots would be puncturing inside. Air filtration will fail and so would gravity. Sanya remained at a quick pace till she reached the hanger. Three people laid dead. Luckily who it was had moved on through. If not for the sheild to stop air escaping when then the facility would be dead in minutes. A few people had made it ahead of Sanya to the ship and the others where just arriving now. Rushing inside the ship she'd place down the project then get to the cockpit. As the engines whirled up and systems functional she'd power the hyperdirve up to do something reckless.

As the ship lifted from the pad she'd reach out with the force and pull the lever up opening the doors above. The transport would tilt vertically and begin to fly out the sheilds that flickered on and off from the barrage of shots hitting the surface. As she pushed for hyperspace a warning light would flash to say the course wasn't possible. "KARK!" She shouted. There was no option left but to blind jump. Its risky but she'd not been given any options left. She removed the plotted course and the safety in quick movements. She also took power from anything not needed and focused them onto sheilds and life support to hold it together. with nothing to hold them back Sanya once more pushed for hyperspace jumping blindly into the unknown. She knew the ship wouldn't make it any further after the drop out. Engines would be dead and hyperdrive would definitely brake....( tbc in another thread. )

Ooc: don't worry since I didn't do mining for it I'm not taking beskar. At most it's the mention of a project I'll still have to dev.
 
[member="Sanya Val Swift"] | [member="Zef Halo"]

How a transport could jump to hyperspace while the area was being Interdicted wasn't impossible, it was just highly improbable. There were very few technologies that allowed travel while being interdicted, and not even Hyperwave Inertial Momentum Sustainers allowed for craft to make the jump to hyperspace through gravity wells, they only allowed ships already in hyperspace to remain there for a short time through a gravity well. Even then two or three interdictors could keep even the best HIMS from escaping.

One could still force the jump, remove safeties and hope and pray, however even an Instinctive Astrogator would warn someone from attempting to punch through four interdictors artificial gravity wells. He would probably also warn from such quick jumps, noting that normally, a planet's gravity well diameter was about six times the planet's diameter, with most hyperdrives able to compensate for some of that distance. Such a jump would be more likely to result in the sudden, and instantaneous death of all passengers and crew than a successful un-navigated jump. There was the possibility that someone well trained in Instinctive Astrogation would be able to make it and survive, and then be able to guide the ship a short distance away and then plot a real course.

Under most circumstances, a pilot would be forced to escape the gravity wells, a process that allowed for starfighters and interceptors to give chase, almost as though that was the point of interdictors.

But none of that had to do with Draco sitting on Alderaan, drinking wine and watching the reports coming in from the Mandalorian Empire's capital. It was an interesting story on the news, and it was beyond his comprehension why someone would build a mining facility on a Mandalorian's capital without at least asking someone of significant influence. Especially the Mandalorian government that offered mining visas to outsiders as a form of national income. That said, bombarding unforged beskar ore would result in loss of some of the material. It was after all the forging process that made beskar so resilient. It was the way of Mandalorians, that when wronged, they often lash out immediately and destructively. Their response was unsurprising given the nature of the conflict.

Draco took another sip of wine and stood, going to his kitchen to rummage around for food at this late hour.
 
Bridge of the "Lirsa".​
Doing what [member="Draco Vereen"] mentioned.​
Solan had come along mostly to make sure that things didn't get out of control... that was obviously not in his control though so instead he stood on the Indoctrination class interdictor, eyes staring out as the two Karakter class pocket carriers which he had brought with him to Mandalorian space while he worked for them. While not staining his hands with blood as the others were doing, he did have the job of overseeing the Interdictor that had been brought to ensure no one got away. It was easier said than done though, which was the purpose of having the Pocket Carriers as well in which would be on the ready to deal with any escaping ships that found themselves unlucky enough to be caught in his sights.​
And it seemed, [member="Sanya Val Swift"] fit the bill this time. While he didn't know who was within the ship, Solan still had a job to do and that fact would not matter to him who it was. His eyes simply moved to the man nearby who looked at him, waiting to activate the Interdictors completely and halt the escape of the Ship through hyperspace, something that he was more than confident was about to happen and something that he was slightly saddened by when it came to who ever was in the ship thought they could get away.​
"I want that ship captured. You will take out its engines, is that understood Legion-Captain?" He spoke into a comlink that he pried from his belt, staring at it and waiting for the affirmative from his soldiers within the pocket Carriers. While this Interdictor was crewed by Mandalorians, he was not in the business of leaving himself without his own men, thus their inclusion on the mission even if it was a small breach in the chain of command under the Mandalorians. His men answered only to him, and he answered only to Isley as per the deal concerning the Order of the Grey. Sure his men were not part of the order themselves, but they did fall under his command and that was enough for him.​
Solan himself wantned to aid in the capture, but he would need to oversee things from where he stood on the bridge, his eyes staring at the readouts to his side and looking more closely. It would take the ship ten seconds to get out of the gravitational pull of the planet... well asteroid... what ever that piece of rock was. Either way, Solan figured by that point it would slam into the interdiction field and suddenly find itself unable to make its jump, infact the reckless assumption she was scott-free would lead to her hyperdrive straining itself as it were and causing minimal damage for even the attempt, to force it would be moronic and he hoped that the Pilot could deduce this fact on their own without coming to destroy their engines and making their situation worse.​
While his soldiers would be crewing their ships, his hand would move to broadcast and open ended transmission to the pilot of the ship, his hand resting on his forehead befor rubbing his eyes to clear them. "Pilot of the fleeing vessel, land within the hanger of the designated ship, or your ship's capabilities for flight will be targetted and you will be left in a far more dangerous position than you are right now. I implore that you comply with my orders, otherwise i will not be responsible for what ever happens at the hands of my soldiers and the weapons they will use to detain you. Is that understood... you have ten seconds to comply." By that time his fighters would be out and after her, leaving her with little opportunity to get far enough to make a difference in escaping the field that was being created by his ships.​
He felt a slight pity for the pilot of the ship, knowing that they were probably either saving their skin or doing as they were ordered. It was a situation he was more than familiar with because of his own past with his past as a mercenary before he had decided to actually do something significant with his life.​
 
His face drained of emotion as Alkor turned to face Zephyr. He was about to chastise the boy for giving himself over to the passion and allowing it to rule him. There were great merits in the draw of darkness, but all of them required equal measures of control and the avoidance of arbitrary internal conflict. The reason Sith relished wholesale slaughter was that it was so easy, so mindless, and so quick to consume. Murder on the scale hollowed out the spirit and allowed only the shell to remain. It was like pouring a cup of tea. Once you emptied out the container, it was infinitely easier to refill. A Dark Jedi understood that death was a tool, like any other tool, and not meant to consume.

It was why so few of them practiced Juyo. Alkor and Eversio were anomalies among their brethren. While in the public face the two men maintained an aloof air and perfect calm, on the battlefield they were vivid, vicious scions of destruction. Emotions teemed all around them, though few of them were ever more than fleeting. They trained to consume what others gave off, and to temper it with their own long dead rage brought back to life to serve ephemeral purpose. In the moment he spoke of true enjoyment in combat, he blasphemed.

Before Alkor could open his mouth, the woman who had yet to give her name spoke up and insulted him. His eyes moved sideways to rest on her, but he did not swivel his head to fully regard [member="Keira Ticon"]. Something about her accent smacked of familiarity, and her facial features were a bit more Corellian than he liked. Her demeanor would have put anyone off, but Alkor placed no stock in words. She then spoke to [member="Zephyr Carrick"] about a fated meeting with the Mand'alor.

How bloody wonderful. A family reunion.

Alkor almost opened his mouth, but Zephyr howled out in pain and his arm disobeyed him. It fell to his side and Alkor could feel the pain as it lanced through the Force. "Stop the bloodflow," he hissed quickly instead of rising to Keira's initial taunt. "We didn't notice before because it was so deep and it penetrated so fast. It's shrapnel." Alkor quickly identified the wound when he jerked the youth by the wrist and pulled the arm straight out. Blood spurted from the wound as Alkor grabbed the visible portion and tugged at it. "I don't have a tourniquet," he spoke with a quick glance to Keira, "but I can stop the bleeding for long enough to get him under the knife if you can manage one."

He did not seem to notice or care that his actions were paining Zephyr, at this point. "Pain is fuel for power," he whispered as an aside to the Carrick boy. "You wanted to indulge in murder. Enjoy something more heartfelt."
 
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As I stood there, I could feel the hot blood of my arm going down. Sliding through my clothing. I didn't even want to lift up my arm. This was a pain I had never felt before. I had felt breaking a bone, but this? this was different. My entire arm was throbbing from my shoulder to my hand. My right arm. My dominate arm. It was when I felt a lance of pain in my entire system, I looked through the pain in my eyes to see Alkor holding my arm out, and was staunching the bloodflow from leaving my body. The sheer amount of pain in my arm alone sent me to my knees. Of course, I screamed out in pain as this took place.

All I heard was mumbling. Something was happening. All of this, just to feel like my arm was going to fall off. It was horrendous pain. Pain that I have never felt before. It was when Alkor whispered into my ear for me to hear alone, "Pain is fuel for power." The man was right. As much as I wanted to use all of my available force powers send him flying into space and be pulverized, I knew that if I fought with my arm the way it was, it would only get worse.

I looked at him the best I could with murderous eyes. Not saying a word. Just feeling something sharp set into my bones within my arm.

[member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Keira Ticon"],
 
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Saverok shouted top of his lungs as [member="Sanya Val Swift"] began to flee with her transport! Letting mask shield his face once more his body rocked roughly when the bombardment began. This was beginning to be a decision he regraded. Turning around and bending his knees the behemoths rage empowered his leap out way from the blast site, his eyes scanning the area watching a drop ship fly away with his vod aboard. [member="Zephyr Carrick"] & [member="Alkor Centaris"] were aboard that dropship! The inital blast was avoided but it was what came after that would cause an issue. The sheer power and heat behind the shockwave rattled Saverok mid air forcing him to drop his equipment and disintigrating his armor weave on his power armor. This was from a single turbolaser shot. The only good that came from this shockwave was the fact it flung the Gen'dai further away into the air.

WIth each Shockwave bits and chunks blew away from the behemoths being. His armor plating was almost none existent and did not last long. With majority of Saveroks body eradicated, only a single piece remained entombed in warped ultrachrome plating. With amazing the speed the small chunk of metal blasted away from the bombing site making a rough landing inside the dropship. Clinging about and rolling all around the metal chunk looked to lodged itself in a tight space if even possible. If the dropship turned or twisted then it would be doom. Within minutes activity within the ultrachrome metal casing began to occur.

Regeneration.

Saverok himself would have little recollection of being nearly annihilated but the pain my regenerating all his karking nerves would wound him for quite some time. His body was in survival mode and intelligent thoughts were pushed toward the void to ensure survival. Stunted by the same armor that saved him Saverok as of know had no life sign and was trapped inside a weak & warped ultrachrome ball.

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[member="Miss Blonde"]
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[member="Deneve Verd"]
 

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