Junction Paschendale | SO & DIA Junction for Stennaros & Yaga Minor

[Laphisto]

The stench of ozone and blood hung thick in the air as Laphisto moved through the jagged battlefield of Mystral Canyon, the chaos of war erupting in every direction. Explosions thundered in the distance while the crackle of blaster fire ricocheted off shattered rock and twisted durasteel. The canyon walls echoed with the shouts of men and the mechanical screech of marching droids.

Laphisto's lone ear twitched a low, feral snarl rising from deep in his throat as he cut down another Sith trooper, the enemy soldier slumping with a hole smoking in his chest. He was making a direct push toward Diarch Rellik position, where Darth Prazutis loomed like a shadow of death. But it was not just Sith resistance that slowed him it was friendly fire.

Across the canyon, nestled within the broken terrain and rusting remains of a fallen convoy, he spotted Jacen Breska 'TK-710' and his squad. Their fire was methodical, precise—meant for suppression rather than outright elimination. One of Jacen’s troopers began taking shots toward Laphisto’s path, bolts slamming into the dirt at his feet and forcing him to duck behind a jagged outcropping of rock. The sudden burst of fire halted his advance, his snarl deepening.Grabbing at his comlink, Laphisto’s voice came over the channel calm, but cold.

"Tarian. I’ve got hostiles preventing me from reaching Rellik. Engage and cover my approach."

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Not far from the ridge, behind a makeshift Diarchy barricade of scorched stone and debris, Commander Tarian received the call. He didn't hesitate. Eyes sharp beneath his helm, he peeked over cover toward the enemy ridge where Jacen’s unit had entrenched themselves, then gave a sharp signal with two fingers."Cailen, Vika, Keldo on me!" he ordered.

In a synchronized motion, the four-man team vaulted the barricade. Tarian’s LO-18D rifle roared to life, the commander laying down a furious burst of suppressive fire toward Jacen’s position not for accuracy, but sheer volume. He mag-dumped with intensity, slapping a fresh power cell into the weapon mid-stride and immediately opening fire again. His squad mirrored the tactic. Two troopers carried identical rifles, their bursts crackling through the canyon, while Keldo, the heavy gunner, advanced with his LO-27R Light Machine Gun, its thunderous stream of slug fire hammering the enemy’s cover.

A crimson bolt slammed into one of Tarian's troopers, flaring his shield bright before it sputtered out. Another round pinged off his chestplate, staggering him yet he didn’t fall. The armor held, just like it was meant to. The trooper beside him raised his arm and, with a flick of his wrist, projected a forward energy shield from his gauntlet. In a practiced motion, the wounded soldier ducked behind it, the pair now a mobile wall of death as they advanced. The same advanced materials that made the RDB droids near-indestructible now proved their worth on living soldiers

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Back behind cover, Laphisto emerged from his hiding spot, his approach now covered by the stream of fire Tarian’s team poured into Jacen’s position. Blaster in one hand, he advanced low and fast, weaving through the dirt, bodies, and shattered crates. A sharp detour to avoid an incoming shot brought him face-to-face with another Sith trooper who barely got his rifle up before Laphisto’s Pistol barked, dropping him where he stood.

As he made his way through the Battle field Laphisto heard Zinayn come in over the comms, eyes looking back to see aditional drop ships and walkers enter the Canyon“Pick a target and go, Zin,” Laphisto called over the comms again, still pushing forward. “No time for prioritization whoever’s hurting us most in the moment. Take them out.”

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Laphistos Loadout

Armor:LO-56A MKII
Weapons: Broad Saber, LO-22S

Standard Lilaste Squad Loadout

Squad leader
Primary: LO-18D
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-22S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment: LO-48B, LO-56E, A.A.S.H Thermal detonators

Radio/ Communications officer
Primary: LO-18D
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-12S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment:LO-48B, LO-56E, A.A.S.H,Various communications equipment, Thermal detonators

Standard rifleman x3
Primary: LO-18D
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-12S/LO-22S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment: LO-48B, LO-56E

Medic
Primary: LO-18D
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-12S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment:LO-48B, LO-56E, A.A.S.H, various Medical Supplies Thermal detonators

Explosives expert/ demolitions
Primary: LO-RPG20
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-22S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment: LO-48B, LO-56E, A.A.S.H various Explosives Thermal detonators

Heavy weapons
Primary: LO-27R
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-12S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment: LO-48B, LO-56E, A.A.S.H Various weapons repair kits, ammo boxes, Thermal detonators

Sniper/scout
Primary: LO-600S
Secondary: LO-18D
Sidearm LO-12S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment: LO-48B, LO-56E, A.A.S.H Thermal detonators LO-PD1

 

[Zinayn]

Upon hearing Laphisto 's order, Zinayn broke off from the main group and, without thinking, headed straight for Lirka Ka . She was still throwing the valiant Diarchy soldiers around like ragdolls, fueling the anger within him. Her electro-whip was cracking through the air, electrifying any soldier caught in it. A group of Sith soldiers followed her lead, unleashing a barrage of red light towards his allies.

Before launching himself into the fray, he took a moment to observe the Sith. On her back was some sort of blade with teeth, likely to catch opponents' blades and use it against them. Therefore, he left his katana at his side and instead ignited his lightsaber. The golden glow lit up his face, the yellow color mixing with his blue skin to make him appear a shade of green. More flashes of emerald appeared on the battlefield as he extended a hand towards the towering figure and unleashed an onslaught of Electric Judgement, hoping to stun and disorient her, and even render the soldiers following her unconscious or dead.

The death of the Diarchy troopers and Diarch Rellik 's brave stand against Darth Prazutis churned the gears within him, motivating him. The emerald lightning intensified as it coursed through the air towards the Sith. The others were giving it their all. He had to make an impact too.

 

[Jacen Breska 'TK-710']

O B J 1: ECHOES OF WAR​

EQUIPMENT: DC-17m | Jacen’s Second Legion Armor
LOCATION: Bottom of Canyon
TAG: Laphisto | @OPEN FOR OBJ1

In a synchronized motion, the four-man team vaulted the barricade. Tarian’s LO-18D rifle roared to life, the commander laying down a furious burst of suppressive fire toward Jacen’s position not for accuracy, but sheer volume. He mag-dumped with intensity, slapping a fresh power cell into the weapon mid-stride and immediately opening fire again. His squad mirrored the tactic. Two troopers carried identical rifles, their bursts crackling through the canyon, while Keldo, the heavy gunner, advanced with his LO-27R Light Machine Gun, its thunderous stream of slug fire hammering the enemy’s cover.

It was either foolishness or arrogance that led Jacen to believe he could cross a battlefield unimpeded. Whichever it was, the forces of the Diarchy seemed determined to make Jacen and his men pay for it. Almost immediately their advance was halted, and the furious onslaught of the approaching enemy forces sent D squad scrambling, dodging around the canyon floor for cover.

“We’re outgunned here, Jace!” One of the troopers yelled out over comms as they ducked down behind their own piece of cover. The metal slugs of the enemy continued chipping away at their ever depreciating red-clay barricades. Jacen grimaced under his helmet and looked around at his men. They had all taken cover some distance away from eachother, but one of them, designated D3, had been struck. The projectile-based weaponry tore through his armor at his shoulder, now it dangled uselessly as he lay back against a rock, looking at Jacen through his inexpressive helmet. Jacen cursed silently and peeked around the corner, trying to get a measure on his enemy

“Oh you like moving as one huh?” he said, watching the group move as one. “That’s fine, Stay nice and bunched up like that,” he pulled back around the corner, “Deploy thermals, when they react, scatter. They want to attack as one? We’ll attack like one hundred. Copy?” Two red acknowledgement lights lit up his HUD. He looked over at D3. The trooper had slumped over, dead or unconcious. Jacen’s face pulled into a scowl, and he cursed himself silently, pulling a thermal detonator from his belt, “Dust ‘em!” he yelled , stepping back from his cover and triggering the detonator, throwing it over the cover he was hiding behind towards the approaching enemy squad. The two other active troopers in his squad did the same, and when the explosion would occur, all three would move to flank the enemy, trying to catch them between the three of them.

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[Varis Oakertain]

Objective II: Assault on Verrinox​

Current Mission: RISE

It was hard to move through the trenches and not be the one going over the top. The screams of the Diarchy armed forces along with the sounds of metal crushing, imploding and droids shutting down was mind numbingly intense. The Red hue of the sky was making the seen more damned and brutal. Varis was searching his mind to find another way into the estate to save the lives of everyone involved.

His memory peaked with the reminder of a militia commander who was most familiar of the command staff with the local terrain. Reaching to his communicator he tried to call out to the younger man. "Come in Breram, I need your aid."

There was no answer over the line. It was war and he might have been swooped into the sky before the air assaulting droids had pulled back. Varis could not directly search every trenchline for the man. Instead he had to rally and stage the next wave of troops for the assault. With the air clear, those in the second line could move to the front.

Calling out to high command was his only choice. From within the beaten and ramshackle forward bunker he called out again.

"High command, has anyone seen Breram?"
A scratching comm came back over the communicator. One of the Nobles sons who was aiding in logistics spoke up. He informed Varis that throughout his runs back and forth with the arrival of the Diarchy troops that he had not seen him in any of the store houses or bunkers.
"What was his last known location? I want to know if there are any subterranean ways into the estate. Sewers, pipelines, anything."
His questions was met with an array of people who were now confident enough to speak up all murmuring about how they have not seen him. Perhaps he had fled the battle. - To Varis there was no way this could be true. He had helped set up the defenses with his knowledge of the area. He knew what was to come better than most.
"Dank Ferric I will go find him myself."

Before he could leave the front the next wave of troopers awaited him on the edge of the trenchline facing the estate. To his understanding, some from the last wave had made it inside. He was not sure how many were left though. The roaring of what sounded like saws and the screams of those within led him to believe there was a trap that awaited all who stepped foot within.

Looking down the trench it seemed some of the Lilaste order were now in the push as well. Varis acknowledging the hell those brave warriors had come to face. Not hesitating - even after seeing what happened to the first wave. Their commanders were to be credited. They had instilled tremendous bravery amongst their own.

And some of them came more prepared. Several troopers were keeping their heads down from the Large B2 droids heavy weight of fire. Waiting for the whistle before launching a handful of LO-RPG20 - the other members of their order seemed like assault squads to Varis. Wielding LO-09M swords and LO-VX Va'karis Shield System [Small].

"ON MY COMMAND! FOR THE DIARCHY. FOR THE LILASTE ORDER. TO FREEDOM FOR SERRENO!"

With the call on the amplified whistle device the second wave had begun. The effects were similar to before but several more of the troopers were able to make it inside with the aid of the LO-RPG20's preoccupying the B2 droid. Varis was unsure if it had been taken down because a malicious voice filled the air and distracted him.

"Do not delay, Diarch. Your men need you."

Somehow whoever was reaching out to Reign wanted every person here to know that the blood on the soil was also covering his lords hands. A vicious trick to try and intimidate the Diarchy and Lilaste Order.

Being a hardened Veteran, Varis was not dismayed. It activated his need to protect and embolden as many as he could. He needed to find that Milita commander and find another route into the Estate.

Varis was now walking between the trenches, most of the army now scattered as the several assaults' had taken place. Less geared logistic troops and medical staff were now walking around as the main defenders. He was in the open, and had only his senses for the flow of battle to protect him.

Tags: Khal'vyssa Commodore Helix Diarch Reign Callista Sharde Serina Calis Laphisto Zinayn

Hunter Cloak, Vest.
Bandolier
Utility Belt
Whipcord Launcher
F-11D Blaster Rifle
Comlink

 

[Laphisto]

Casings clattered against stone as Tarain and his men advanced, moving in near-perfect unison across the battlefield. The precision of the Lilaste Order was unmistakable calculated bursts, minimal exposure, suppressive fire laid down like clockwork. Each step brought them closer to their entrenched quarry. Tarain wasn't sure if any of the enemy troopers were still alive the field ahead was silent save for the echo of fire and flame elsewhere. But until he had solid confirmation, orders were orders: keep the enemy pinned and entangled. And so they moved.

To his left, one of his soldiers ran dry on slugs, switching to Tibanna gas-fed bolts with a mechanical snap. A moment later, the second followed. Tarain grimaced. They were running low on the good stuff. Slugs were rare in the modern battlefield, their raw penetration value unmatched few expected them. Fewer prepared for them. But Tibanna? Everyone had countermeasures. In a prolonged engagement, the fallback to energy-based fire would be a handicap.

They pressed on a few more meters before Tarain's hand went up a silent order to halt. "Cease fire. Conserve what's left," he muttered. Blaster muzzles dipped, though the rifles remained raised. They crouched low behind scattered debris and fractured ridgelines. All was quiet again until the flash of movement. Thermals. The moment the glowing spheres arced through the air, Tarain's instincts took over. His shield reoriented in a snap, the projection field shifting to cover his front vulnerable now on the sides, but it had to be done. The only other soldier still running active shielding followed his lead.

But then Vika moved. The wounded rifleman, chestplate still scorched from a previous hit, surged forward."Vika! Pull back! That's an order!" The command fell on deaf ears. Vika ran, scooping one of the thermal detonators mid-roll with shaky fingers, fumbling to throw it back but he was too slow. Too reckless.The explosion hit him dead-on.The world cracked open in a flash of white and thunder. His body cartwheeled through the air, torn apart mid-motion at least one limb flying in the opposite direction. The other detonators went off in tandem, shockwaves dropping both shield units, the strain overloading their emitters.

Tarain's jaw clenched. "Enough of this," he growled, drawing his LO-09M sword with practiced efficiency. The others followed suit he had Flame charge ready, and wich a click of a button flames erupted along the blade, and so did cailen it seems. though Keldo has an Elecrical charge that sparked lightning up he blade. Smoke, ash, and fractured terrain became their cover."CHARGE!" They surged forward into the chaos, blades gleaming through the smoke as they aimed to use the disruption the bodies, the craters, the confusion to close the distance and bring the fight into melee, where their discipline and blades could turn the tide.

Jacen Breska 'TK-710'

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Advancing Lilaste Troops

Shield	Armor
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Tarian
Primary: LO-18D
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-22S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment: LO-48B, LO-56E, A.A.S.H Thermal detonators

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Vika [Deceased]
Primary: LO-18D
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-12S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment:LO-48B, LO-56E, A.A.S.H,Thermal detonators

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Cailen
Primary: LO-18D
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-12S/LO-22S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment: LO-48B, LO-56E,A.A.S.H,Thermal detonators

Shield	Armor
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Keldo
Primary: LO-27R
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-12S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment: LO-48B, LO-56E, A.A.S.H Various weapons repair kits, ammo boxes, Thermal detonators

 

[Voice of the Diarchy]

CURRENT CHARACTER - RDB-01 Dra'khan Sentinel Droid
ROLE - PROTECT THE CENTURION
WEAPONRY - LO-18D ASSAULT RIFLE, LO-12S SIDE ARM, LO-9M[Melee weapon. Sword], LO-Va'karis Shield [Small]

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:Advanced Sensor Suite Damage assessment. Armor optimal - Subsystems // Advanced Targeting AI obscured. Performance 95%:

The RDB's self diagnoses after the mortar attack came into play as it tried to gauge the distance needed for its LO-18D Assault Rifle. Its self diagnosis determining that although it had taken no exterior damage. The sheer rattling of its systems had caused some partial dislodging of its targeting chip.

Its advance was not to be deterred though. It was still locked unto the team atop the mountain. - That was until they all seemed to move back over the hill.

:Best course of action. Advance upon pre-determined position. Crest the hill and re-access the target:

RDB advanced. Taking calculated shots at enemies on its way. The slug launcher only holding 20 rounds. Yet its adaptive combat protocols determined it would not be harmed by the equipment of the mortar team. If it ran out of slug rounds. It would simply march upon the team and annihilate them with its LO-9M Sword.

Two heads perched back over the mountain. On top of each other - RDB picked up its pace. Hoping to be able to smash through both in one shot. The distance between them was almost closed enough to shoot back.

As RDB went to fire its first shot, a lightsaber came crashing down upon its back.

:New target acquiesced:

The sabers slash did no damage but as the droid turned around the fear within the eyes of the Sith would be palpable. Quickly taking out its sword it engaged in a small duel with the Sith. Quickly dispatching it and stabbing another as it came to attack before turning around to continue its march towards the mortar team.

Now that its target had returned it hilted its sword and shield. Re-aiming its slug thrower.

As it locked on and moved forward RDB came under heavy fire on its legs. Most of the bolts were bouncing off but it threw its aim off from the force of the heavy bolts and the pitch of the mountain. As three slugs were sent out - the first shot was near its target but the recoil between shots was heavy. Forcing the next two to be even less accurate.

Than a fire incendiary round hit it direct. The fire finding its way through some of the defenses.

:Self repair system compromised. Alter adaptive shielding protocol:

Having only average defense against environmental attacks the RDB prioritized its shielding to defend against flames.

It advanced in lock step. Sending one shot each at both of the shooters on the hill. Totaling 7 spent slugs since leaving the ammo supply of the convoy. Leaving it 13 left.

Than an ion mortar hit nearby. Giving the RDB droids adaptive combat learning system a chirp. It needed to move quicker. Give a higher threat level.

5 more shots from the slugger were thrown at the troopers on the hill. The first one being the most accurate.

An explosive mortar hit directly on the ground at the RDB's feet. It did not damage the unit at all but it did create an immediate crater that sunk the RDB in its tracks.

As the heavy bolter fire kept it from quickly getting out of the hole the final mortar came in. A corrosive smoke round.

What sounded like the screams of a inquisitors dungeon rang through the mountainside. It did not come from any mouth. It was the computing systems of the RDB slowly melting and collapsing under its own shell.

The droids gears strained as it pulled its self out. Prone on the ground and dragging itself by one hand. It crawled up the hill towards the enemy. Screeching as it sent out the remainder of its slug rounds.

A burning, eroding carcass with burning red eyes. Using the last of its strength and power to continue to its target.

:SYSTEMS CRITICAL. TERMINATE THREAT. ACHIEVE MISSION AT ALL COSTS. FOR THE DIARCH:

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Tags: CT-312 Laphisto

 

[Serina Calis]

"War, war is coming."

(OBJECTIVE 2) Tag - Callista Sharde , Varis Oakertain , Diarch Reign , Darth Empyrean , Khal'vyssa , Commodore Helix



The moment the words left the girl's lips, Serina felt it—like the kiss of a dagger laid against the nape of her neck. A whisper of sacrifice in the Force. How delicious. The girl had called for death as if she had the authority to wield it. As if it could be bartered in such cheap currency.

Serina's lips parted in a soft sigh, a sound that trembled with sensual delight and sharpened with menace. "Mmm… you do know how to make a girl feel wanted." Her voice dripped like honey over broken glass. "So desperate… so determined to martyr yourself. Charming."

But her eyes—icy and brilliant—flashed with calculation.

She could hear the whistling already. The whine of descending judgment. A full spread. Crude. Brutal. Effective—if her soul were as frail as the mercenaries scrambling around her. Serina's fingers tightened around Ebon Requiem, and with a fluid turn of her wrist, she slammed the halberd into the ground, sending a shock of violet energy rippling through the cracked earth.

Her free hand rose—open-palmed, graceful, like a dancer casting a veil—and the Force surged through her like a rapture of domination and dread. The Dark bent to her will, and the last ember of the Light—still smoldering from her earlier invocation—twisted under her influence, a scream of servitude and defiance in one exotic moment.

The Force Barrier flared into existence with a crackling rush of purples and rose-pinks, wrapping her like a serpentine coil of light warped by lust and violence. It pulsed in time with her heartbeat, thrumming louder as death fell from the heavens.

The first shell hit.

Then the second.

Then a dozen more.

The world erupted.

Steel screamed. Flesh became mist. Bone turned to red vapor. Her mercenaries—cutthroats, loyalists, and voidborn killers—were incinerated instantly. Some didn't even get to scream, their bodies atomized by the ferocity of the blast. Those who did were reduced to ragged heaps of molten armor and shattered limbs, flung like dolls across the blood-soaked yard. The ground heaved, split, and boiled under the barrage.

And Serina?

The air was ash.

The sound was gone.

All that remained was a great plume of smoke, a storm of black fire and crimson haze, rising into the bruised sky like the birth of a new sin. The shockwave rolled outward, pushing corpses and debris before it like a tide of rot.

Silence returned.

The smoke billowed like a funeral veil, thick and choking, smeared across the battlefield like war paint on a dying world. Flame licked the edges of the craters, tongues of molten gold and orange rising to devour the last remnants of men who had once dreamed of valor. The air was heavy with the scent of scorched metal, charred flesh, and shattered hope.

Spoiler

And then—she emerged.

Serina Calis walked through the fire like a vision carved from sin and sanctity alike, her silhouette unfolding within the smoke like some ancient conjuration brought forth by blood and desire. Her armor, kissed by the blast, shimmered with unholy beauty—crimson light pulsing through magenta inlays, its curves hugging her body like the finest silk forged in hell. Not a speck of ash marred her. Not a scratch upon her glowing bodice. Even the fabric of her battle-skirt whispered elegantly with each step, trailing vapor as if the flames themselves dared not touch her.

Each heel-strike cracked against the blackened earth with deliberate rhythm—click, click, click—like a death knell made dominant, commanding. Her golden hair, streaked now with hints of soot and sweat, flowed freely around her hood, gilded waves catching the eerie eclipse-light like embers in a lover's bed. The barrier that had protected her had long since faded, but she no longer needed it.

The world knew she was untouchable now.

As she walked, the Force coiled at her hips, wrapped around her body, slithered along her spine like a second skin—an intoxicating blend of corruption and conviction, of pleasure given form. She was the battlefield now. The embodiment of ruin. The reward for surrender. The punishment for defiance.

And her eyes—oh, her eyes—two beacons of incandescent ice stared ahead with wicked amusement. She had seen Callista's sacrifice. Had tasted her little act of martyrdom. A desperate ploy to wound a goddess with fire and steel.

Serina licked her lips slowly.

"Mmmm... was that for me, darling?" she purred aloud into the haze, her voice smooth, delicious, and soaked in mockery. "You could have just asked me to rough you up a little... I do love when they beg."

The ground cracked beneath her as she stepped forward again, the haft of Ebon Requiem trailing behind her, still singing from the sheer heat of its rage. Each step sent ripples through the Force. Not power. Presence.

She wasn't merely crossing the battlefield.

She was claiming it.

A goddess sculpted from grace and lethality, striding through the carnage untouched, unbroken, and in love with every single moment. Her breath fogged the air in subtle puffs as she exhaled slowly, savoring the moment like the first sip of rare wine.

Behind her, nothing stirred.

Before her, everything trembled.

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[Kivah]

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Objective: BYOO Devotion of War
Tags: Naamino Zuukamano | Tamsin Graves
Equipment: Infiltration-Suit, Tracker/Flash Goggles, Lightsabers, Bow, Auto Blaster, Gauntlet Comp

An interrogation droid? This was such a chitting joke. The outsider, already low in Kivah's estimation, dropped another few pegs. Not only did she feel the need to rely on the droid instead of her own ability, she then hampered its purpose by not using it to the fullest. Kivah's eyes narrowed as she regarded Naamino, he was strong for a kid and had his martial pride. Torture likely wouldn't have worked, not that it should have any real effect on a Sith in the short term. At least she wouldn't have to listen to him screaming. That would likely hurt her ears.

Wait! His birthday had been last month? Sylop hadn't said chit! Pulling the comp strapped to her arm around, Kivah quickly pulled up a shopping app local to Vardin. Maybe she could order something, go pick it up, and claim it had been delayed in delivery. Hmm, what would he like? Booze seemed obvious, but he likely wouldn't be in a party mood after this. Maybe something for flying? What would that be? A scarf? Goggles? Maybe something for his martial training? Yeah...

Freshly distracted, Kivah browsed through shopping ideas, bookmarking those she liked. Because her friend wasn't traitor scum deserving only scorn and death. Probably. She'd save the ordering for once he was cleared.

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[Lirka Ka]

So a challenger approached, and Lirka would welcome him with open arms.

Another Diarchy warrior died a miserable death, entangled within the cruel slavemaster's whip as she let the sod shake, smoke, and collapse before the cruel weapon snapped back to its owner. Lirka stood proud on the approach of Zinayn a clash of warriors so diametrically opposed. A man who fought for his fallen comrades, and the monster who fought for nothing but to remind her cruel masters that she still could. The troopers at her back meant nothing, if they died? The Dark had deemed them unworthy. If they lived? The Dark had deemed them worthy to continue existence. Such a simple way to approach war.

The newcomer met Lirka with a torrent of lightning, and Lirka was quite the lightning rod. Electricity arced off the Once-Sephi's form and coursed through her flesh, searing parts of her undersuit to wretched flesh. Yet, she was not felled so easily - and the Diarchy would learn of the Kainite monster's grim purpose, a Sith hunter. Being prepared for such things had come with the territory, coils popped from her armor's back, one after the other till energy coursing through her was channeled into these safer points. A low, malignant, chuckle coming from the warrior's blank-faced helm.

He may have been green. But Lirka knew a Chiss when she saw one, she had killed plenty of them in her long life. Never missing a chance to goad, she barked out in cruel humor at her foe's form. A reminder, a challenge to avenge more lost souls.

"And here, I thought we got rid of your kind and when we blew Csilla to dust!"

Lirka's part in the destruction of Csilla had been a rather miniscule thing, irrelevant in the grand scheme of it all. But metal boots had touched down on the snowy surface of that world long departed, and that counted for something when trying to goad her foes to their darker impulses. Finally, Lirka was intent to make her own impact - pointing out her blade towards the Chiss as the energy built up upon her back was let loose in her own crude mockery of his electric judgement.

 

[Callista Sharde]

Serina's lips parted in a soft sigh, a sound that trembled with sensual delight and sharpened with menace. "Mmm… you do know how to make a girl feel wanted." Her voice dripped like honey over broken glass. "So desperate… so determined to martyr yourself. Charming."

Serina's display was disheartening, the artillery shells impacting in a dome around them, keeping both her and the Sith safe from the barrage. The falling shells shredding the enemies around them. It cleared the way for her fellow soldiers, leaving the way to the manse clear. Letting those soldiers behind her charging up the hill have less to punch through when they did arrive. But for now, it was entirely void of all life save her, and the woman in front of her.

She sighed, resigned herself to death, and clutched her rifle. She was going to die here, but she would die with a weapon in her hand.

One last time she recited, "Mors ante dedecus."

"Mmmm... was that for me, darling?" she purred aloud into the haze, her voice smooth, delicious, and soaked in mockery. "You could have just asked me to rough you up a little... I do love when they beg."

She didn't respond. Not verbally. She was already charging, rifle and bayonet ready to meet her foe's halberd. The tip of her blade glinting dully through the slickness of the blood and the oil that still covered its surface. She was ready to engage, and she was ready to die fighting this truest of evils. Once she closed the distance she jammed the bayonet toward Serina's face, if she dodged right she would be struck across the face by the butt of Callista's rifle. If she moved left Callista would try to use the barrel of her gun to hook Serina's neck and pull her closer, so she could wrestle her to the ground where the woman's halberd would be useless.

She could be repelled by the force at any time with no way to counter. But she had to try something. She wasn't going to just lay down and die, and she CERTAINLY wasn't going to beg. Not to this... creature.

Serina Calis

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Mystral Canyon, Serenno - Objective I

The rock cracked. The rune lit, and the Dark Lord didn't flinch at its eruption. The Diarch's maneuver was perfect. Desperate. Daring. In another war, in another life, it might've worked. But this was no war. This was the end of one. As the Ur-Kittât rune exploded in a blast of Force wrought thunder, meant to dislocate the arm that held him, the Shadow Hand's mantle didn't recoil, Instead? Instead, it swallowed. The impact was devoured, fed into the hungry veins of Qâzjiin'vraal. Rellik may as well have tried to sunder a black hole. The crimson runes on Prazutis' armor blazed, not in pain, but in ecstasy. "You grasp at thunder." The Dark Lord rumbled, His voice was his own no longer, but legions of voices, layered, ancient, all echoing with the screams of a thousand slain. "But you forget what the storm kneels to."

Then, he slowly, almost reverently raised his free hand. Ka'ra'nazat, his cursed amulet, flared to life, pulsing with deep voidlight. A pulse rippled out from his chest, and the battlefield buckled. Earth cracked. Sky bled. For a moment, the Force twisted sideways, and reality forgot its shape. Then came the truth. He did not merely strike. He declared then. "Ghorul Phaesh Kul Bastha Xiur!" The sky shattered. A rift tore open above the canyon, like a sword slash through the veil of reality itself. From it descended a spiral of darkness, coalescing into a towering spectral hand as it closed in, formed not of smoke, but of screaming, soul tethered ichor. It was the memory of every warrior devoured by the blade Qâztharûn, all clawing together into a single, horrifying judgment. The hand reached down, seeking to wrap itself around Rellik.

Not physically, no, the Dark Lord already had him in the real. This hand gripped his spirit, his presence in the Force, wrenching it from his body like a condemned soul ripped from flesh. "You fight for legacy. For love. For memory, and yet you never learned the truth. The abyss remembers nothing." Then, the Mortarch's runeblade ignited. Not with flame, but with darkness made manifest, a wave of black and red energy erupting along the length of Qâztharûn, and with one titanic, two-handed swing, he brought it down not upon Rellik's body, but down across the spirit drawn forth. If successful, the sword would cut through the Diarch's spiritual form like a divine guillotine. A blackened scar carved across spirit while the blade forever left its mark, drinking of his very power, his essence and leaving its mark not on skin, but a goring blow on the spirit. Every triumph, every vow, every inherited burden screamed.

The echo was deafening. Even the Force itself flinched at such an abominable act.

Diarch Rellik | Laphisto | Kaila Irons | Gerwald Lechner | CT-312 | Jacen Breska 'TK-710' | Lirka Ka ​

 

[Roxsie]

Objective II — House of Ash and Blood
Location: Verrinox Estate, Central Serenno
Objective: Kill sith and soldiers
Other obj 2 tags: Serina Calis Darth Empyrean Diarch Reign Varis Oakertain Callista Sharde Brooklyn Zambrano

Direct tags: Brooklyn Zambrano
The others of the Diarchy forces began to advance under Varis's leadership, the ones that Roxsie found herself with began doing likewise. She kept near the front of the group, drifting to one side or another. From this distance, there was little she could safely do without drawing the attention of something possibly too powerful for her. But watch, prepare to defend and counterattack.

That, fortunately, was the right choice, as she sensed the incoming danager from one side a moment before she saw canon fire, "DOWN!" she shouted at those nearest her, she could dodge that, possibly block it even. But what chance did they have. She'd have to give them one, using her sword to direct her powers in the force the same way most do their hands, she reached down, then up. Not raising a barrier, as that would collapse almost instantly under the canon fire that already took out one of them who was too slow to get out of the way. Then another two as the ground beneath them was thrown apart opening up a trench within to hide that she quickly jumped in.

Another fell. "Karking sieges." she hissed to herself, she had no authority to actually order these men. But fortunately, when you saw a trench open up and canon fire coming down on you, you went for cover. Some of them were already firing back, she noted one or two had the proper long range rifles to hopefully help take them out. Fine, she couldn't do it the way she wanted. But, maybe, she didn't have to. SHe could charge in herself, but it'd leave these troops behind.

Other option maybe? She turned as one of them, an officer he looked like, spoke to her, "Can you do that again? Zig zag," he gestured the route, "Then give us cover at the end so we can close the final space. We'll use grapples to cross any walls, if you can slow them down."

She smiled, that would work she thought. And nodded, she reached a hand down, and lifted, hurling earth into the air again, travel down the path, reach, lift, travel. All the while those with her were trying to shoot right back at where they saw the fire coming from. The officer guiding them in and out of places so they couldn't always be as easily be pinned down, or having Roxsie open up two or three paths. She hated this kind of usage of her power, telekinesis like this was not how she usually used it. She usually used it to hurl a barracade into someone, or yank them towards her to force a confrontation. This was...tedious and tiresome.



Phrik sword
Rebreather that is styled like a golden lower skill.

 

[Commodore Helix]

Objective: Hold the Manor
Equipment: Unchanged
Tags: Serina Calis / Varis Oakertain / Callista Sharde​

Of course, it was Serina who deigned to give him an answer. It wasn't much, but that was a gesture of acknowledgement that he didn't get as often as he'd like. Of course, being Serina, it was sheer selfish pragmatism. Flattery was her preferred weapon. He knew well enough that the serpentine creature that wore the shape of a human woman was not to be trusted. Still, he took a small flicker of amused satisfaction that at least someone noticed how much he'd been bleeding for the cause lately.

"Acknowledged." He responded calmly as the ground below quickly approached. "I will delay them as long as I am able."

Helix's nanite form burst into its constituent bodies as he impacted the earth, then reformed. Small arms fire pinged harmlessly off his surface as he stood tall, rallying the droids around him. He tightened his neural net, and the machines fought with a renewed ferociousness and skill. He wielded each like an extension of his own form, one mind in many bodies.

"Reform the line on me." His command thundered across their minds, and like a swarm of insects, they obeyed with inhuman coordination. Helix could hear their mechanical cries of exultation ringing in his composite brain. These were not the expendable drones of ages past. Each was a deadly and practiced killer, even the lowliest, and they held to their position with the fearlessness that only a machine could exemplify.

Helix punched a Diarchy trooper from his feet with a single well-placed shot of his sidearm. He didn't bother to confirm the kill; if any man survived the kiss of his troops' X16-laced blasters, they'd live to wish they hadn't. The Diarchy, however, wasn't impressed with his inventively-cruel weaponry and terror tactics. These were not the mewling idealists of the Alliance. They were every ounce the fanatics that the Sith were, convinced of their right to rule, and that made them dangerous. Very possibly the most dangerous troops he had faced in recent years.

The casualty numbers occasionally popping up in his mind confirmed as much. The so-called "defender's advantage" wasn't doing him as much good as he'd liked. He had plenty of dead, and even more wounded. His droids were programmed to function (mostly) as well as living soldiers, and as such, they would often attempt to drag damaged comrades to safety.

"Take the fallen back inside and repair them." He ordered. Then the first shell hit near Serina's location.

Helix felt the shockwave ripple across his form, and several of his droids lost their feet as the pressure disruption surged over them. His troops weren't getting the worst of it, unlike Serina's lackeys, but some were still falling too close for comfort.

"Spread out." He rumbled over their coms. "They won't dig us out so easily." Switching his focus to the troops inside the manor, he decided to keep them informed.

"You have hostiles on the way. Be ready to greet them. We are falling back to the gates. Cover our movement." The interior was well-defended, but he'd been forced to redirect some of the assets inside when the first line was pierced. As such, he made a decision. They'd regroup there and lock it down at the third line.

Droids set up Herald repeating blasters near the manor's gates, keeping up a steady buzz of automatic fire to cover the retreating wounded. The remaining Shrike droids now swarmed around the building, firing down at the invading forces or landing to engage them with their blades. One infantry droid emerged from the gates with a multi-tubed rocket launcher, using it to rain incendiary chemicals down on the charging hostiles.

For his part, Helix stood tall and visible during the orderly repositioning, as much to inspire his troops as well as to frighten the enemy. He was not frightened of these pretenders, or their weapons, but he was determined to make it into their history books... or their ghost stories.

 

[Jacen Breska 'TK-710']

O B J 1: ECHOES OF WAR​

EQUIPMENT: DC-17m | Jacen’s Second Legion Armor
LOCATION: Bottom of Canyon
TAG: Laphisto | @OPEN FOR OBJ3

Just like that, the Lilaste soldiers broke formation and charged, with the added bonus of one of them being blown to smithereens. Unexpected, but not at all unpleasant.

As Jacen had ordered, his three man team had split off from each other, repositioning to take advantage of the close knit formation the Diarch soldiers were employing. Unfortunately, this distance now meant they were all unable to assist each other when the enemy squad unexpectedly switched to melee, ducking between covers as they moved to engage with swords drawn.

The enemy commander moved towards Jacen, who kept trying to maintain his distance, opening fire, trying to keep the commander suppressed on his approach, yet undeterred the commander continued.
A little voice in his head, one usually subdued by his focus on the task at hand, began to scream, ‘CHIT CHIT CHIT CHIT!’ as Jacen drew a vibroknife and prepared to engage in melee.

Off in the distance, his team both were handling the charge of their adversaries in wildly different ways. Marc, designated D2, had already drawn his knife and was meeting the charge of the Lilaste soldier head on in combat-fueled rage, one armed wielding and firing his heavy blaster as he screamed a challenge.
The other trooper, D4, had tripped and fallen, losing both his DC-17m blaster and his knife, and was now completely at the Lilaste soldier's mercy.
​

 

[Laphisto]

Commander Tarain stormed forward like a battering ram, his target clear: the squad leader Jacen Breska 'TK-710' Blaster bolts rained in, slamming into his armor with sharp impacts that carved glowing score marks across his chest and pauldrons. Still, he pressed on, unflinching. The commander's cybernetic arm moved with surgical precision, swatting aside what shots it could not catching them, but batting them away as if they were nothing more than irritants. Sparks burst against the plasteel of his frame, but nothing slowed him.

In his organic hand, his LO-9M blade burned bright, fire trailing along its length like liquid napalm. Every step left behind a trail of scorched rock, the flames dripping off the sword's edge, kissing the ground in fiery droplets that hissed and popped. Then, without a word, Tarain brought his sword down in a heavy overhead swing a clean, brutal arc aimed to cleave Jacen from right shoulder to left hip, the weight of the blow fueled by fury and momentum. As the Blade swung in its arch Tarian also seemed to reel his cybernetic hand back ready to throw a punch as a counteroffensive should the blade miss its mark.

---

Across the field, Keldo mirrored his opponent's aggression charging toward D2 like a man possessed. His own sword crackled with raw electricity, arcs of violet lightning running down the blade and grounding themselves in the dirt as he moved. Drawing his LO-12S sidearm, he let off a burst of .45-caliber slugs, the deafening bark-bark-bark echoing between the canyon walls.

keldo winces slightly as D2 returned fire without hesitation he watched the man approach with blaster in one hand and vibroknife in the other. though soon enough as they echanged shots One lucky bolt found its mark, slamming into the articulating joint of Keldo's A.A.S.H MKII The servo seized with a mechanical shriek, locking the LO-27R it supported in a twisted, useless position. Keldo didn't hesitate. With a hiss of decompression, he ejected the mechanical limb, letting the machine gun crash behind him.

Now lighter, he met D2 blade-to-blade, electricity dancing across his weapon as it clashed against the vibroknife with a sharp burst of blue-white sparks. As they locked weapons, Keldo leveled his sidearm directly at the trooper's faceplate point-blank.

Click. Click. Click. Empty. tension thick as the smoke curling between them. The hum of electricity on Keldo's blade was the only sound until one of them broke the deadlock. or Keldo got a chest full of blaster rounds

---

Cailen, meanwhile, surged toward his target but as he closed the gap, he slowed to a halt, almost sliding in the dirt and rock as he slowed. looking down at His opponent. D4 was sprawled on the ground, scrambling backward, completely unarmed. Cailen's sword, wreathed in ribbons of open flame, dipped low. Not in mercy. In disappointment. Killing the man in this state would be dishonorable. a waste of effort and an unworthy death for the man

Around him, the battlefield was chaos shattered terrain, burnt husks, ruined bodies. And not far ahead… the severed arm of Vika, one of their own. and the mans sword laying nearby. A few paces further was the fallen trooper's knife, glinting half-buried in dirt and blood. Cailen's gaze shifted between the two weapons. which would give him a better fight.

Then, with a calculated nudge, he kicked Vika's sword across the ground, he didnt know what charge Vika had pre selected from the LO-56E charges he carried with him but he was excited as it slide to a stop just shy of D4's reach.His voice rasped through his vocoder, deep and graveled like a funeral bell, amplified by the helmet's internal speaker:" pick it up. and die a warriors death , or strike be down with honor"

---

Advancing Lilaste Troops

Shield	Armor
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Tarian
Primary: LO-18D
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-22S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment: LO-48B, LO-56E, A.A.S.H Thermal detonators

Shield	Armor
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Vika [Deceased]
Primary: LO-18D
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-12S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment:LO-48B, LO-56E, A.A.S.H,Thermal detonators

Shield	Armor
▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮	▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮

Cailen
Primary: LO-18D
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-12S/LO-22S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment: LO-48B, LO-56E,A.A.S.H,Thermal detonators

Shield	Armor
▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮	▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮

Keldo
Primary: LO-27R
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-12S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment: LO-48B, LO-56E, A.A.S.H Various weapons repair kits, ammo boxes, Thermal detonators

 

[Jacen Breska 'TK-710']

O B J 1: ECHOES OF WAR​

EQUIPMENT: DC-17m (DESTROYED)| Jacen’s Second Legion Armor
LOCATION: Bottom of Canyon
TAG: Laphisto | @OPEN FOR OBJ3

Undeterred, the Commander continued his approach deflecting Jacen’s blasts like childs play before raising his weapon high over head and swinging it down, aiming to cleave Jacen in two. Instinctively, Jacen raised his DC-17m to block the attack, only for the sword to smash right through it, bisecting the weapon. Jacen sidestepped, trying to get clear of the flaming weapon, and was met with a cybernetic fist, sending him down to a knee. The strike reverberated throughout his helmet, and while it didn’t cause any serious damage, it disoriented Jacen. Looking up at his enemy, he threw his useless Gun at him and tried to stab him low in the gut as he rose back up to his feet.
–
The furious joust going between Keldo and D2 continued, and both were taking shots as they closed the gap between them. A slug from the Lilaste soldier had torn through the heavy blaster he carried and lodged into his side, causing him to stumble a bit and drop the now useless weapon as they entered close quarters. The pair exchanged a few swipes at eachother before tangling up.
“Kark.” D2 muttered as the sidearm of Keldo came into view and he made his peace with his fate.
Click.
A chuckle of relief and defiance as D2 kicked his leg out, trying to sweep Keldo’s own legs and get on top of him.
–
D4 looked up at the soldier as he kicked the sword towards him, and for a moment he remained frozen. Not in fear, more disbelief. The soldier had him dead to rights, and chose to give him a fighting chance?
He shook his head, then rolled quickly jumped back to his feet, grabbing the weapon.
“Honor,” he repeated through his own modulated speaker as he activated the sword. Brilliant sparks of blue lightning covered the blade.
“Soldiers don’t die with honor,” he said, exhaling slowly as he weighed the weapon in his hand, “They just die.”
His voice was charged with venom as he lunged forward, holding the blade close as he went to thrust into the Lilaste soldier.

​

 

[Laphisto]

The shattered remnants of Jacen Breska 'TK-710' rifle hit the ground with a clatter, molten edges hissing as smoke curled from the split casing. Sparks flared across the scorched air but Tarain was already moving again, relentless as the war that forged him. The second Jacen reeled from the punishing blow to his helmet, Tarain saw the opening. He began a follow-up strike only for the enemy trooper to surge upward, knife glinting as it came low in a desperate counter.

With the fluid grace of a warrior accustomed to ambushes, Tarain's cybernetic arm snapped downward, fingers clamping with magnetic precision toward the incoming blade. Sparks leapt from metal as he tried to catch or deflect the thrust entirely. Simultaneously, he leaned in and drove his forehead down toward Jacen's visor in a vicious, uncompromising headbutt seeking to stun him further, break his stance, or both.

---

Nearby, Keldo snarled in frustration as D2's leg crashed into his own a sudden, jarring sweep that knocked his stance off-balance. His boots skidded over the dirt, but he didn't fall. Muscle memory kicked in.With a savage twist, he brought the barrel of his sidearm crashing into the soldier's visor a punishing slam that echoed against plastoid plating. Sparks scattered from the impact.

Almost simultaneously, Keldo's electrified blade surged forward, locking against the trooper's knife. Steel shrieked as the weapons ground together .Gritting his teeth, Keldo shoved, angling the crackling blade with precision not to kill, not yet, but to touch armor. Even a glancing blow would do. One good jolt to the body and he could break through the stalemate, shift the momentum. Just a second. Just a spark. That was all he needed.

---

Cailen stood motionless at first, his form tense and coiled like a drawn bowstring as he watched D4 retrieve the blade. When the lightning sprang to life along its edge, dancing blue arcs snapping in the air, Cailen smiled beneath his helm a wolf's grin hidden behind iron. Without hesitation, he lunged. Flame trailed in his wake, sparks flicking from the infernal blade as he dragged it upward in a wide, rising arc beginning low at the trooper's left knee and aiming to cleave across to the right shoulder.

Droplets of fire scattered with the motion, licking at the air between them as Cailen shouted, voice distorted through his vocoder like a growl of thunder: "Every Warrior dies with Honor. " his voice crackled through his vocoder, distorted and heavy, "Let the stars bear witness! Mark your end with fire and fury not as some cog in another man's war, but as a warrior of your own damn name! "

---

Advancing Lilaste Troops

Shield	Armor
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Tarian
Primary: LO-18D
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-22S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment: LO-48B, LO-56E, A.A.S.H Thermal detonators

Shield	Armor
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Vika [Deceased]
Primary: LO-18D
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-12S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment:LO-48B, LO-56E, A.A.S.H,Thermal detonators

Shield	Armor
▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮	▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮

Cailen
Primary: LO-18D
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-12S/LO-22S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment: LO-48B, LO-56E,A.A.S.H,Thermal detonators

Shield	Armor
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Keldo
Primary: LO-27R
Secondary: LO-16D
Sidearm LO-12S
Tertiary: LO-9M
Equipment: LO-48B, LO-56E, A.A.S.H Various weapons repair kits, ammo boxes, Thermal detonators

 

[CT-312]

//: Jacen Breska 'TK-710' Darth Prazutis Lirka Ka Diarch Rellik Voice of the Diarchy Laphisto | OPEN | //:
//: Mystral Canyon, Serenno //:
//: Attire //:
//: Weapons: DLT-19 & Vibroblade Knife//:
//: OBJECTIVE 1 //:​

The bombardment of red bolt blasters deflected off the RDB Droid’s heavy armored plating. Clearly unphased. It might as well be raining on the damn droid below. CT-312 noticed its rifle was aiming upwards. Directly pointing at them. A bright muzzle flash appeared at the end of the LO-18D assault rifle’s barrel. The first shot was frighteningly close. Both Red and CT-312 briefly flinched as the slug round obliterated the canyon’s lip between them. Sending flying chips of rock and clay up into the air. Their attention unwavering. Concentrating on firing at the droid. Two more shots rang out.

ZIP…

A sudden loud whizzing noise briefly went right above CT-312’s head. The slug shot rapidly cutting through the air with intense velocity. Maybe being a 5’5 Trooper isn’t too bad.

…zip…

The third shot came nowhere near the two Troopers. Flying straight up into the sky. “That’s its range.”, the camo trooper pointed out. “We need to focus on a single part”, she shouted. Reloading her weapon. CT-312 recalled working on the left leg of the droid earlier on. The armor exterior has got to be somewhat compromised, even if it’s a little chip. With the two of them now working on the leg, it should be more effective.

“Shoot the left leg”, calling attention to the new specific target on the RDB Droid.

Quickly Red asked to confirm. “My left or your left?”

“Its Left.”, CT-312, sharply pointed out.

“So…” the Incinerator Trooper paused their firing. Lowering their weapon. Getting a better look at the slowly approaching droid. “Looking at it” using his left hand to gesture at the droid. “The left?”, his hand swaying to the left.

CT-312 briefly stopped shooting. Weapon lowered, head slowly turned staring at Red. Using her support hand, pointing at the RDB droid. “Being it.“ Pointed back at herself. “Facing towards us”, sharply gesturing using a knife hand motion back point to the droid's leg. "It’s’ Left.”

The silence was deafening and that's all CT-312 needed to conclude that Ketchup was not catching up to speed of what she was saying. Clearly unsure. “Ahhh…yes..”, Red nodded very slowly. A couple of seconds passed.

“Okay, but why no-”

“JUST SHOOT. WHERE I’M SHOOTING.”, How she prayed that second slug shot that missed, would have connected. It would have saved her from enduring this massive headache that was forming. CT-312’s eyes were wide in disbelief. A few rapid blinks. Subtly shaking her helmet to the sides. Taking a deep breath. Recollecting herself. The Camouflage Scout Trooper can see why the Incinerator Trooper was assigned an oppressive flamethrower instead of a rifle.

As both continue to focus firing on the left leg. The first mortar landed perfectly on the target. Engulfing the metal monstrosity in flames. But that didn’t stop it from shooting. Multiple shots rang out. The muzzle of the gun flashing in the fire as it kept walking.

Ziip…zzip…

Three of the slugs connected to the canyon’s wall. Weakening the Canyon’s side foundation that Red and CT-312 were on. Ketchup ducked, falling to his knees. Shouting, “That’s not fair!”, weapon placed above their head, as if it would help shield them from the killer slug shots that were firing at them.

Zippp…..ZIP…

The second mortar missed the flaming droid completely. Its speed was slightly increased, picking up its advancing pace to the Troopers. Taking aim, CT-312 carried on shooting. There was no time for hesitation. The Incinerator Trooper laid on their belly and peeked over the ridge, continuing to shoot where Dirt was shooting at.

Five more shots rang out. The first slug shot finally connected. Shredded through the middle of CT-312’s DLT-19. The gun felt like it exploded in her hands as she staggered back. Metal scraps flew everywhere. “UNGGG”, thick metal shrapnel pierced into her. Deep thorns digging in her flesh. Dropping the remains of the shattered heavy bolt blaster, CT-312 reached back to grab a stimpack and injected herself. Slowly pulling out the visible metal pieces sticking out of her arms, legs, and chest. Pissed off was an understatement. As her wounds started to gradually heal from the injected bacta stim. The pain numbing and adrenaline from it was finally taking effect. Marching back to the ledge CT-312 took out her bolt pistol and started to shoot with one hand at the droid that shot her.

“THAT WAS MY FAVORITE GUN!”, CT-312 angrily shouted at it.

Yellow cut through the comms, “You just got hit and THAT’S what you care about.”, catching Dirt at the edge of his visor. She was using her other hand flipping off the RDB Droid down below.

“You Have GOT to be KIDDING ME.”

The rest of the shots connected to the bottom ledge where CT-312 was at. The canyon’s edge quickly shifted, crumbling down. Feeling the unstable terrain give way, the Scout Trooper tried to step back. Shooting her arm out last second, managing to catch herself on the newly formed ledge. Dangling off the cliff. In frustration, CT-312 threw their pistol in the direction of the droid below. Used both of hands to hoist themselves back up top. Now weaponless and fuming.

Another mortar landed. Hitting its mark. But it only caused the unrelenting droid to be sunk into the newly formed crater. Still no physical damage to be shown.

“OH, COME ON!”, Ketchup just shouted as he reloaded and continued firing. “That’s just downright ridiculous now!”

Finally the last mortar came down. The corrosive smoke consumed the RDB Droid. Red glowing eyes and screams could only be heard. Mustard ran up to CT-312 and Ketchup. “I’m out of rou-” interrupted by the realization that the droid was making that ungodly sound. Disturbed. Watching silently the three Trooper’s kept observing as it pulled itself out of the crater and corrosive smoke. Metal melting. Dragging the rest of itself with one hand, screeching loudly, and shooting out more slug rounds with the other.

Once more the edge of the canyon seemed to have erupted, causing Yellow to jump back and fall behind. Couple of the slug shots ripping through the ground. Rock chunks and dust flung around them.

Zziipp… Ziipp… zipp….

After the firing has settled. The Artillery Trooper picked himself up, once again brushing off the dirt. Peering over the edge at the disturbed nightmare fueled RBD droid below. “Who in their right mind and time would actually make something like that?” Yellow pointed at the droid with both hands.

“I mean. You can’t help, but admire their work”, Ketchup expressed.
“It is a work of art.” Dirt agreed.
“If it weren’t trying to kill us of course”

Both nodded slightly. At the same time saying:

“It’s a good droid”
“It’s a good droid”

“Whose side are you guys on?!”

CT-312 turned her head, staring at Mustard. “...Never mind that comment…”.

The Scout Trooper couldn’t help, but appreciate the tenacity and fear the RBD Droid instilled into others. It’s resoluteness to carry out its mission at all costs. On the other hand, that karking droid did obliterate her favorite weapon. Loudly, CT-312 firmly spoke. “I want its gun”.

“WHAT!?”, The Artillery Trooper blurted out loud, surprised.

Walking into Mustard’s space. Tilting her visor up, making sure he could only see her tinted visor. “I. Want. Its. Gun.” spoken as a command. The short Camo Scout Trooper didn’t have to issue any more instructions. Walking back to the ledge, setting up the grappling line. She stepped back, dropping below. Kicking off the side canyon, rappelling herself down safely.

Ketchup picked himself off the ground and tossed Yellow his weapon back. Taking out his flame thrower. “You heard the boss” , as he dropped back. Rappelling down the canyon as well. With a heavy sigh, reluctantly Mustard followed suit.

As the Three Troopers reached the bottom of the canyon, cautiously approaching the droid at a safe distance. Red prepped his flamethrower aiming it at the crawling RDB droid.

“I could’ve sworn this thing was smaller when it was by the convoy.” Looking at the droid’s melted off pieces, and intact body. The droid was easily over 7 ft tall. “Uh...They’re big” as he pulled the trigger of his weapon. Flames roared out towards the direction of the horror mechanical droid. Yellow took aim, using the remaining rounds of his assault rifle. Emptying the remaining clip.

CT-312’s hand reached behind her to the back of her belt. Taking out her vibroblade knife she obtained off the dead rebel's body in Woostri. Gripping it tightly in her hand. Watching and eagerly waiting. ‘That gun is mine.’

 

[Zinayn]

Zinayn was usually never one to speak during a duel, and this time was no exception. His opponent said some mocking words about the destruction of Csilla. Anger built up like fire in his chest, but he didn't allow it to consume him, still thinking with a level head. The Electric Judgement was conducted into some metal coils on Lirka Ka 's back, and the energy pulsed for a moment before being redirected through her blade. His own lightning tore through the space back at him.

The Chiss rolled to the right, avoiding the torrent of electricity. The ground where he had been standing erupted with energy, sending chunks of rock flying in the air. He had to figure out how to destroy those coils on her back. He wasn't confident that his katana or lightsaber would be able to cause sufficient injury through her armor. Lightning, however, would use the armor against her and fry the being within. He just needed to get rid of the coils so he could use Electric Judgement again.

In this battle, speed would be his friend. He threw off his outer robes, leaving himself without a strong layer to protect him from any blows from the Sith. He would have to rely on his dodging abilities. With the outer layer off, the inner robe's Force speed enhancement and virtual weightlessness was now in play.

After his dodge, he was now positioned looking at the Sith's left side. He dashed forward with blinding speed, lightsaber held out ahead of him and to the right. As he flew by, he attempted to carve down into the figure's left hip and through her right thigh.

 

[Serina Calis]

"War, war is coming."

(OBJECTIVE 2) Tag - Callista Sharde ,



The charge was almost beautiful.

Serina watched the girl—covered in blood and soot and desperation, her breath ragged, her face painted with terror poorly masked as resolve. She was radiant in her own doomed way, drenched in the courage of the damned. There was something poetic in it. Something pure.

And Serina hated purity.

She didn't just want to kill her now, no.

Death was too easy.

The halberd rose from her side in one elegant sweep, twirling once like a ribbon of death, then bracing across her form as she stepped into the strike—not retreating, not flinching, but embracing the girl's momentum.

The bayonet came first, straight for her face, quick and unhesitating. Serina twisted just enough that it grazed her cheek—slicing a fine line that welled red—but she welcomed the sting with a low, approving hum. "Good," she whispered, almost too soft to hear. Then came the rifle's butt from the other side—smart. Brutish. It cracked against her jaw with a thud.

And Serina laughed.

The sound was sinful. Low and guttural with delight. She caught the butt of the rifle before it could be withdrawn, her gloved hand curling around it with predatory ease.

Then the hook—Callista trying to trap her neck, pull her in. Oh, how lovely. How utterly naïve.

Serina let her.

For just a moment.

The assassin's instincts were there—grit and fury and technique clashing against a goddess—but they were still a mortal's tools. As Callista pulled, Serina leaned in, halberd held loosely at her side now, unnecessary, forgotten. Her face was inches from the girl's—blood trickling from her lip, mingling with the scent of ash and perfume and the electric tang of ozone.

Their eyes locked.

"You're trembling, darling," Serina purred, voice silk wrapped around razors. "But not with fear. No, I can feel it. You're burning." She pressed her forehead to Callista's briefly, her breath brushing against the girl's cheek. "You think it's hate, this fire in your belly, this shaking in your hands. You think it's righteousness."

A pause. A smile.

"But it's satisfaction, love. And you don't even know the difference anymore."

The Force surged between them—not violent, not explosive. Intimate. It aimed to slip into Callista like a poison disguised as honey, wrapping around her rage, her pain, her resolve, and kissing it. Invoking it. Not breaking her will, no—massaging it. Tempting it. Twisting it with whispers of strength, of freedom.

Soft violet and pink light began to pulse around Serina's body, faintly at first, then brighter as it spread to Callista—corruption in the shape of exaltation. The Light bent toward the Dark, not with agony, but with seduction. The aura around them bloomed like some profane flower—petals of magenta flame curling outward, enveloping them in warmth and madness.

"You want to kill me," Serina murmured, fingers sliding around the rifle between them, trailing upward until they brushed Callista's cheek. "And that is adorable. But I offer you something better. A taste of what you could be."

Her smile turned molten. Her voice dropped, a growl against Callista's ear.

"Strength unchained. Pain made pleasure. Obedience turned into power."

And then, her tone sharpened, though the smile never left her lips:

"Kneel for me, little knight… and I will make you into something the Diarchy never could. Or stand—fight—and I will rip your soul from your spine and enthral the hollow that remains."

She tilted her head.

"Your choice."

Serina stepped back now, just an inch, letting the halberd return to her grip—gently, lovingly—as if even the weapon was part of the courtship. Her body was still bathed in swirling magenta light, and the Force hummed between them, alive with the promise of either sumbission or annihilation.

The air around them was still. The battlefield beyond forgotten.

Just the two of them now.

One breathing heavy, on the edge of life.

The other already crowned in death and divinity.