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Dominion Pt. 3 - Providence | GA Dominion of Brentaal IV

Despite his words, the group rapidly began to fracture. Bernard Bernard was the first, with his reckless headlong dive at the chaos entity. He paid the price for his idiocy and was hurled away.

Then Ryv Ryv charged forward, and Bernard, a little worse for wear after being tossed away like a ragdoll, followed suit. Heliobas pursed his lips and exhaled sharply through his nose.

“Impetuous boys… ah well, who wants to live forever?”


With that, the Shi’ido climbed up to the platform where Abbadon dwelled, leaped into the air, and turned into a giant trampoline facing the black hole.

Hopefully one of the other Jedi would get the hint and help him bounce the chaos entity into oblivion.

Auteme Auteme A Aeris Oceiros Sunstrider Oceiros Sunstrider Leon Gallo Leon Gallo
 
Leon took several moments to channel even more spirits to help him in his fight. Each of the were screaming for vengeance and the monster's blood. Anger, hate, fear, and sorrow all mixed. Each soul helped Leon channel more energy into himself. He rushed forwards with the other Jedi, saber high. Energy, born from the dark, filled Leon's body. His legs felt like they moved faster than ever before, and he was not wrong. He soon out sped his fellow Jedi, ready to strike at this monster. as he approached, Leon saw his foe for the first time up close. The towering figure in armor. the sight of him made the spirits even angrier, and Leon moved faster.

The sapphire blade swung down in a blink, then was up again to attack more. The others soon arrived to join the fight.


A Aeris Ryv Ryv Jacen Nimdok Jacen Nimdok Auteme Auteme Bernard Bernard Oceiros Sunstrider Oceiros Sunstrider
 

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Brentaal IV // Suporro Sea
Objective III -
A Terrible Fate
Ryv Ryv Auteme Auteme Oceiros Sunstrider Oceiros Sunstrider Leon Gallo Leon Gallo Jacen Nimdok Jacen Nimdok Bernard Bernard

He could feel the walls of Ryv's mind breaking down; as had been the plan that was set in motion. Together, the Vessels of the Mist would be unstoppable. As the tyrant suspends the kiffar in the air above him, he suddenly becomes aware of the boosted presence of the young Jedi charging forward. His massive saber twirls in his hand, swinging forward with extraordinary speed to parry the first blow of Leon's offensive.

Sparks of sapphire and emerald erupt from the impressive force of the impact. With further quick movements of his wrist he manages to narrowly stop a second and third lightning strike. This body before him was now a vessel of many, he could sense it. It moved with precision, speed and a desire for vengeance. But the spirits would not find their peace today.

The titan parries another of Leon's rapid strikes before a ripple of energy erupts forward in an attempt to push him back and thwart the advancing line of Knights and Padawan. The sight of Heliobas emerging from the lifted salt dust in the form of a trampoline catches the Chaosborne by surprise, but it is short-lived. Tightening his left hand into a fist, Abaddon commands the Force to grab hold of the shapeshifter, and with a casting motion attempts to throw the strange character into the depths of the growing void.

While Abaddon squares himself to stand against those remaining on the platform, a spidery voice penetrates Ryv's mind, "
It is time that we collect what we are owed, Ryv Karis. The price of your own selfishness; you shall take the Hope from those who look to you for guidance." As the verdant, otherworldly energy spreads across the kiffar's eyes, his mind would drift into darkness.

Abaddon watches Oceiros shift targets, choosing to engage the Second Vessel instead. Indifferent, his fiery gaze leers down on Bernard and Leon, daring them to challenge him once more.


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"I don't think I've seen you around before," a voice speaks from behind Ryv. Standing next to the long-dead Great Tree that had once graced the training grounds of the Coruscanti Jedi Temple, the courtyard is bustling with activity the likes of which the young Sword had never seen. All around the two, brown robed Padawan and Jedi Knights can be seen gathered in small groups, conversing or practicing lightsaber forms and simple force techniques.

The dark haired human in traditional Jedi attire raises an eyebrow at the kiffar's strange attire when he finally turns. As his eyes find the masterfully crafted lightsaber clipped to his belt, they narrow with some mounting suspicion, "
Who's your Master?"

 
Olen Halcorr Olen Halcorr gave the order to form up and 'Lana' ceased ganking the flying abominations which seemed like they were fething everywhere. It took her some time actually to rejoin him as she had simply been putting down that many hostiles.

Rejoining Olen she buzzed him over the comm.

"So boss, what's the plan? Is there even an actual way to kill whatever is inside this place? If we do...how do we escape?"

Westenra had no desire to to be trapped in an eldritch dimension where she would be torn apart for all eternity. It would ruin her hair, among other things. She liked her hair--

One of the flying things landed on her crimson X-Wing.

"CHIT!" she said loudly, doing multiple barrel rolls to try and shake it as it started to claw into the hull. Her barrel rolls became extremely fast and violent, higher than any human could survive performing, and flung it into a crowd of its own.

"Oh man, I wish there were sounds in space, I bet that chit sounded like fething bowling pins." she joked.

The monsters started chasing them again.

"Annnnnnnd they're pissed!" she remarked. "Whatever we're gonna do to escape after killing this fething thing should be a fun little exercise. Like threading a needle. Surrounded by mines."
 
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Objective: The Only Thing They Fear
Location: Brentaal IV, Cormund City
Tag: Trevin Neros Trevin Neros Camo Orerig Camo Orerig Cynthia Alucard Cynthia Alucard and Din Marren Din Marren

"alright men it was a tough battle but we manage to help Ryyk Squad & Fyrnock Squad." says an exhausted Jedi master jin. " Trevin Neros Trevin Neros and Camo Orerig Camo Orerig glad you could come and you're both late to the party." laughs master jin.

"Private Phil!" shouted master jin, "YES SIR!" standing private Phil, "Private casualty report and status of 'RAG' (HAAT)" says master jin helping the troops. "sergeant major Jin, 'RAG's is 95% hull intact, it did suffer some damage but is nothing that our engineers can fix, we suffer 2 men dead and 1 in critical condition." says private Phil. "thank you private Phil, engineers Lukas and Jon repair the 'RAG' and Doc heal the injured men!" shouts master jin, "Yes sir"

"commander @Din Maren you sure the railway is a good idea, I mean do we even know where does it go, the lines, direction and if the resistance blew it up.?" says master jin
 
if they're watching anyways


Obviously she’d been right to be scared.

When she hit the ground with the other Jedi, she felt her body slow. While Abaddon was powerful she knew it wasn’t entirely his doing. She was a spectator, watching as everything went on. The transport they’d been on, crushed. Bernard fell from the sky, only to be knocked back. Ryv cushioned him and they almost fell off the ledge.

Auteme was rooted to the ground. Why had she come? She wasn’t a fighter like the others. Leon was so quick to gather the anger and hate to try and strike down his opponent, Bernard pushed forward even with his wounds, and the other two Jedi advanced with a will much stronger than hers. She was out of place. She felt exposed.

But she was there. And she needed to move. There was no choice, no room for hesitation. She was there. She needed to help.

Her feet lifted themselves from the ground. Auteme rushed over to the sluggish Bernard, placing her hands on his back, over his heart. Her light surged forth to meet his, then she used that energy to mend his wounds.

“Bernard, you aren’t here to die. We can’t do this without you,” she said. She healed what she could in those short few moments. The adrenaline coursed through her veins just as the strength of the Force invigorated her further. She was stressed, nervous, afraid -- but stress was the body preparing her for the challenge. Nervousness was a reminder to never stop thinking. Fear was a thing to be confronted, because without fear there was no bravery.

“When I say, rush him with everything you have.” Her eyes locked onto the titan as he blocked Leon’s rapid barrage. Her left hand fell to the brown bag at her side, and she reached in, producing a fist-sized crystal with a pulsing blue glow. The effects of Force crystals were poorly documented but Auteme knew there would come a point where she might need one. It seemed she was right -- as she raised the crystal into the air, she felt that energy, like the Force was giving her a little extra push. Maybe it was useless, but to her it was a comfort.

She was forced to brace against the wave of energy that Abaddon released, but it took only a moment to recover. She had the same determination as the others. The crystal raised high, the padawan screamed out a challenge to get the titan’s attention. “ABADDON!”

Later she’d think back and realize how much she’d managed to do in a single moment, but then it seemed only natural that everything she’d learned came together.

The crystal flared with a blinding light, the sort that could wash away the darkness and sear the creatures that were bound to it. To the Jedi, it was a beacon -- she was no fighter but there was no one who sit back in this fight; if she could step up, they could do far better. It was powerful, calming, revitalizing. Each of the other Jedi held the same light within them. Her display was a reminder that they had the strength to face this, and that they had so much more light to give the galaxy.

With the light produced, the next step was to shape it. She’d been taught the technique by Coren Starchaser nearly two years ago but it was that day when she realized that the power was her own. While the light remained glaring, strands of it focused in her right hand, before reaching out to grab the hilt of Abaddon’s saber. Her fist clenched and the strands tightened in an attempt to disarm the titan or at least lock his weapon in place.

Just as with her right hand, some ribbons of light shot from her left to grab the trampoline Jedi, trying to give him something to grab onto so he wouldn’t be sucked into the void.

“Now!” She nudged Bernard forward.
 
Major Faction

Ryv

Become One With All Things
"It is time that we collect what we are owed, Ryv Karis. The price of your own selfishness; you shall take the Hope from those who look to you for guidance."

Abaddon's words were distant at best, seemingly echoed from down a long, abandoned corridor. Ryv couldn't place the hulking entity, nor could he guess where he stood. Darkness, tinged with emerald sparks, flooded in from all sides. It choked him with its cold grip. The Jedi fought for control, pushing against it with all his might, only for the metaphysical to enwrap him in its corrupting touch and pull him down into the depths of his mind. It felt as if he were falling, his body twisting wildly as he descended through the shadowy murk. Distant cries of pain sounded all around him, though none of them belonged to those who joined him in the fight against Pandemonium's Grand Champion. He strained to identify them, eyes narrowed as he peered through the darkness, his descent still entirely uncontrolled.

What started as one or two sudden shouts turned into long, drawn-out screams. They were soon joined by others, a climbing crescendo of chaotic cries piercing Ryv's senses. Their pain felt tangible, red-hot against his flesh as he continued ever-downward. He reached up with both hands and covered his ears, trying, and failing, to block out the mounting terror. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, only for his body to slam into something and all that remained of his senses to blink out instantaneously.


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Outwardly, 'Ryv' remained locked in place for a moment longer. His gaze slowly rose, peering back into the small glowing points that made up Aeris' eyes. 'Ryv' reached out, expanding his mind beyond his own, linking together with Abaddon. An almost instantaneous surge of power clawed across the invisible tether, filling the Jedi Knight with a strength he'd never known before. He lifted one hand, the movements strange, almost marionette-like as he flexed each finger one at a time. Slowly, he slid a foot back, turned on his heel, and faced the gathered Jedi before him. Tilting his head to the side, 'Ryv' found the weak link, his emerald gaze fixated on the crippled form of Bernard as he clawed his way over the ledge. The possessed man took a shaky step forward, then another, picking up the pace as he fell into a charge towards the Arkanian. With the focus on Abaddon, the entity controlling the turncoat wouldn't be denied the first of them to die. Or so it thought.

The crackling cyan blade, thrumming with chained, chaotic energy flashed up suddenly, 'Ryv's' instinct alone lifting the lightsaber up to ward off Oceiros's strike. The puppet shifted his hips, turning a full three hundred and sixty degrees as he twisted around the larger body. He took hold of the hilt in both hands and swung out, his momentum carried through the turning motion into the swift strike intended on slicing through Oceiros. 'Ryv' didn't stop there, his grip already reversed as he swung back and pushed forward, the smaller man strengthened through ancient powers he couldn't begin to fathom. Every slash of the humming weapon hammered in as if a Rancor handled the sword, that hulking might only further revealed by the Kiffar's advancing moments, Oceiros's solid frame not even a hindrance to the force imbued Jedi Knight.

"This seems foolish, Jedi," 'Ryv' practically growled out each word as he spoke it. "I can't imagine you will do any better than any of these fools throwing themselves at us."


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Warmth licked at Ryv's flesh, light streaming down from the sky. He blinked several times, blocking out as much of the sunlight as possible while his pupils dilated to the sudden shift in brightness. Murmuring sounded from all around him, drawing his attention over dozens of forms, all differing in size, all wearing the traditional garb of a Jedi Knight. His eyes widened in shock, the Kiffar no longer phased by the sun above them. He moved towards one as if to call out to them, but stopped in his tracks. A breeze rolled through the massive courtyard, the calm wind sending a shiver through Ryv's body as he heard the sound of a gigantic form creaking in defiance. Cautiously, he turned his attention to the low-groan, expecting some ancient beast to leap out and consume him in one mighty bite. Instead, a peacefully swaying tree met the Jedi's amber gaze.

"Whoa," Ryv gasped out, his already wide eyes growing even larger. Yeah, he'd seen something that dwarfed even the Great Tree before him, but it wasn't the tree's size that stuck out to him. No, the powerful connection it held to the force stole his attention. He closed his eyes and centered himself, breathing in a rhythmic pattern as he followed several ethereal tendrils that stretched out from the tree. Each tether connected to another of the Jedi in the clearing, seemingly feeding them its own energies, keeping them revitalized through whatever task they engaged in. "This is insane," he stepped closer, reaching out to press a hand against the rigid, bark-covered surface. "I've never seen anything like this before," he leaned forward and allowed himself an instance of reprieve. His forehead rested against the bark, his very being slowly connecting to the tree's wealth of vitality.

He jumped in shock as a voice called out to him from his right. Ryv whipped around to face Aeris, his hands held up between them. Before he could get a word out, he found himself peering into what should've been a pair of unfamiliar eyes, only to sense a distant presence, one he'd grown intimately familiar with.

"Not gonna lie, boss, I didn't even see you there," Ryv spoke up after his surprise faded away. "Yeah, I- uh, I've never seen the temple," he motioned around them. "Well, not like this anyway," he took a step away from the tree, arms crossed over his chest. "Names Ryv, my master's name is Cedric Grayson, but he hasn't been my master for a bit, I guess," he motioned towards the lightsaber. "I'm a Jedi Knight, so, I kinda just do my own thing right now. Help out the Order as much as I can, be one with the Force, greater whole, all that good stuff, man," sliding forward, Ryv reached out a hand as if to shake the humans.

"What's your name? Can't say I've seen you around."


 
Objective II - The Only Thing They Fear
Location: Brentaal IV - Cormond
Team: Nova Fireteam Din Marren Din Marren Camo Orerig Camo Orerig Cynthia Alucard Cynthia Alucard J Jin Lesoon J Jin Lesoon

Trevin continued to fire off his carbine as swarms of the fiends continued in on them. The mention of the sub-rail system seemed like the best course of action. He felt a nudge in his ribs from Lilst and Trevin turned his attention to see him craning his neck over to the newest arrival. Trevin followed his direction and his eyes came to a stop on J Jin Lesoon and he paused for a moment. Was that..... a Jedi? Trevin knew they existed and he knew that the Galactic Alliance had Jedi help but he never in his days thought he would be in the presence of one. He was taken aback by it, but also, a little underwhelmed. He had expected some sort of mythical glowing energy to be pouring off of them as the sunlight beamed off of them. But this was just... a man. An exhausted man who seemed to be just as out of breath and tired as the rest of the men.

"Only one way to find out," Trevin said to the Jedi as he fired off another shot and made way for the sub-rail. It was their best shot at this point because they were making zero progress with their weapons. They could barely push forward yet alone make it to the capital so they had to do something. "Why don't you use your space magic or something to predict what is going to happen." Trevin quipped as the groups made their way down to the sub rail.

It was dark since the power had been shut off but it was unusually quiet as the group approached. There were not a whole lot of dead bodies around here which could have meant a few different things. Either no one was here when the invasion started, or, they were hauled off by the fiends. The latter was a worse fate, obviously, but now was no time to worry about that. He tapped the top of his helmet and a light shone off of it to brighten the way. Drave and Lilst followed suit as the three approached the sub-rail. Drave, Lilst, and Trevin all posted up around the entrance to the sub-rail and would offer back up. "We will stand guard out here while the rest of you check the sub-rail. Radio us when we are Oscar Mike." He looked over to Camo Orerig Camo Orerig and alluded to him taking point but Din Marren Din Marren was the commanding officer. He trusted both of them with his life but there was something about Camo that Trevin trusted even more. He seemed to go along with Trevin and he did not question him in the slightest. Not to say he did not trust Din, but, he was an officer and Trevin had disdain for most of them. None the less, LT Din was of a better breed, but that disdain was not something easily shaken.
 

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Brentaal IV // Cormund City
Objective: II - The Only Thing They Fear
Equipment: See bio. (Assets)

Complement: Trevin Neros Trevin Neros Camo Orerig Camo Orerig Cynthia Alucard Cynthia Alucard J Jin Lesoon
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Unlike his Ranger counterpart, Din had served alongside the Jedi numerous times under the Alliance's starbird banner. They were, without a doubt, admirable combatants and valuable allies on the field. If the Jedi was anything like Commander Maynard Treicolt Maynard Treicolt or Ryv Ryv , the Caridan was content to welcome him into their developing operation.

<"Can't say I'm certain, no,"> Din answers at the Jedi's question, <"but I know we won't last another few minutes up here in all this."> Several more shots are fired into the fog, piercing the leg of a larger, hulking shadow and forcing it to collapse on itself. Before he can answer the follow-up question of the railway's status, Trevin interjects.

His T-visor bobs up and down in a nod. They didn't have time to stand and deliberate over what the optimal decision would be; if the tunnels were flooded with beasts, so be it. If that was the case, they'd either die up here or down there -- with those options, it didn't matter much to Din. He raises his hand and points a finger up, swirling his hand as a silent order for the members of Ryyk and Fyrnock to form up.


<"We might not have your fancy Force powers, Master Lesoon, but never underestimate a soldier's intuition!">
he chuckles, firing some aimless shots beyond the veil of sight to keep up suppression. On Trevin's queue, Din follows behind to push toward a stairwell leading down to a railway platform. He glances over to Sgt. Maj. Nevos as they descend side-by-side, <"who wants to live forever anyway?">

As the crimson lighting of the surface fades away, the commando's helmet is lit up by the dim blue glow of his visor. His eyes sweep the infrared landscape, anticipating an ambush around every corner and pillar -- but there was none.


<<So... quiet,>> he says over comms without annunciator active, doing his best to maintain the silence in the environment. He flashes a green diamond on Trevin's HUD to show an acknowledgement of his suggestion, then moves through the open doorway of the sub-rail car. Additional symbols are relayed to the other members of Ryyk through nothing more than facial movements, and without any indication of communication between the group Pop branches left to cover the rear, while Lark holds position at the entrance and Dare moves right to press cautiously toward the cab.

Beads of sweat roll from Din's forehead into the padded band of his helmet as he nears the door to the cab,
<<Still nothing on sensors.>>

With the internal power to the cars offline, the door leading to the controls is unmoving. The commando eyes the frame, getting a bearing of its strength and nods with self assurance. He reaches forward, locking the magnetic pads on his palms to the surface of the door and wall.

<<Just have to pry this open,>> he advises, activating his gauntlets crushgaunts to enhance his own strength. The powered pistons within whir as they come to life. Digging in his magnetic grip, Din begins to pull the door open with his hands. The metal groans and creaks, putting up a surprising resistance despite the commandos enhanced strength. But finally, the locking mechanism audibly breaks and the thick metal door slides into the wall unimpeded on its track.

Releasing his locks, he nods to himself with self-satisfaction,
<<Alright. Time to see if we can get this thing up and running again.>>

Strapping his rifle to his back, Din approaches the control panel. It takes a moment to orient the locations of specific controls, but after a minute of study he wiggles his fingers and leans in to begin flicking switching and keying buttons, <<This... should...>> he flicks a final switch and stands, to hit a larger button on an overhead panel with his fist, <<...do it!>>

The engine spins to life, and with it the dashboard lights up like a Life Day celebration. After a short delay, the railcars behind the cab start to light up as well, <<Looks like this thing's got some life left in 'er after-->>

His words trail off as the tunnel begins to rumble, shaking the train side-to-side, followed by a reverberating groan echoing from the tunnel behind them.

<<Karabast. All aboard!>>

 
Leon's first engagement with the Titan was brief, barely a few seconds. Brilliantly colored sparks flew from their sabers as they met and parted. Once, than again they clashed and separated. Were it not for the searing rage in him, Leon would be enthralled in the fight. As it was, he was enjoying each thrust of a saber, each parry. The rush that came with the brink of death in combat. The clash was cut short by a blast of force energy.

Leon was sent tumbling back, but quickly regained his footing. The moment of separation from the fight gave the young Jedi a chance to see what was happening around him. Ryv seemed frozen in place, Auteme urged another on. The Jedi who'd transformed into a trampoline was no where to be seen, though Leon did not care. The dead did not care. All that mattered was Abbadon. Leon prepared himself to charge again, when he saw Auteme reach out in the force, towards their shared foe. He didn't know what she was doing, only that it might help in the fight.

In the moments before his second charge, Leon put Ryv and Oceiros behind him, with Auteme and Bernard to his left. A few breaths, pulses of energy drawing more spirits to his storm of fury. Cities and villages all came to give him more strength, to feed the champion of their revenge. Leon intended to not disappoint. With even more energy and speed than before, Leon rushed forward again. The blade of his lightsaber was high again, angled to open with a thrust at the Titan's midsection. A primal cry of fury and death erupted from his lips as he sped towards his foe again.

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The trampoline was hurled through the black hole, despite its best efforts to fight the power which compelled it. Bracing itself against the sudden force, it emerged in a new place on the other side, rolling across the first surface it came across—in this case, the tall grasses of the Khoonda Plains on Dantooine. But the trampoline didn’t know that yet, because it was still rolling along.

When it finally exhausted its momentum and came to a stop, it just laid there. Being made out of Shi’ido, this particular trampoline wasn’t like other trampolines. It had bones and stuff. Several of those bones were broken. It went into a healing trance to… er, heal.

A couple of days passed. No animals showed any interest in what appeared to be a broken trampoline. The battle with Abbadon on Brentaal IV came to a close. The good guys probably won, and Casimir Heliobas was presumed dead. Waking up, the trampoline unfolded, shifting back into a human shape.

Stretching, Nimdok sat up, cracked his neck, then looked around. A kath hound was staring at him suspiciously. He waved to it. The beast turned and trotted away, shaking its head in disappointment.

"Huh... that was easier than I thought it would be,” Nimdok remarked, clambering to his feet. “Now to get out of here…”

He headed for the nearest settlement, intent on making his way back to Coruscant.

//exit thread
 

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Brentaal IV // Suporro Sea
Objective III -
A Terrible Fate
Ryv Ryv Auteme Auteme Oceiros Sunstrider Oceiros Sunstrider Leon Gallo Leon Gallo Bernard Bernard

A snarl escapes him and the champion's blazing emerald eyes narrow as the blinding light flares from the crystal. Averting his gaze from the source, he begins to twirl the heavy broadsaber along either side of his body, stalking forward with heavy steps. Taking a firm hold of the hilt as the blade arcs over his head on a final twirl, Abaddon swings his arm forward, attempting a powerful, sweeping strike.

Ribbons of purified Force light cast forward, binding around his weapon and halting its momentum outright. The hulking warrior freezes, letting out a deep groan of frustration. As he struggles to muscle his way through the searing power of the Ashla, Leon bursts forward with unnatural speed and vigor. Bound by Auteme's clever play, Leon's blade thrusts deep through Abaddon's chitinous plate. A puff of green mist spills from the wound as he lets out a multi-toned shriek, the verdant fire of his eyes blazing brighter in response.

Summoning further strength from beyond, his saber breaks through the hold of the force crystal and, with Leon's blade still embedded in his body, swings a heavy punch with his left fist in an attempt to smash the Jedi to the ground before he can make a second strike.




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"Aeris," he answers cautiously, but with honesty evident, "Jedi Knight."

His gaze breaks away from Ryv, looking around them for anything that might seem out of place to him. "
Like this?" he asks, glances between the groups of younglings and other Jedi pacing the courtyard, "I'm not quite sure what you mean, Ryv." His suspicion becomes more evident in his tone as he says the kiffar's name. Once more, he looks over Ryv's strange attire -- this time with less discretion than before.

"
You don't look or sound like a Jedi," he states with a matter-of-fact tone. In this moment, it seemed to be the truth; all around them, the padawan and knights were outfitted in the traditional uniforms of the ancient Jedi Order, "and the only Master of House Grayson is Delara."

A sudden tremour through the earth shakes Aeris' footing, causing him to stumble. He lets out a gasp, but catches himself on a stone-carved bench. Looking with concern around him, the others -- with the exception of Ryv -- appear to be acting as if nothing had even happened.

"
W-what are you up to?" Aeris fumbles for the lightsaber dangling from his belt, taking it into his hand but not yet igniting it, "what have you done?"

 
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Objective 1 - Unto the Breach // Brentaal IV //
Saber Squadron // X-Wing //
STARFIGHTERS:
Maynard Treicolt Maynard Treicolt // Olen Halcorr Olen Halcorr // Westenra Mina Westenra Mina
FLEET: Cassius Callaesar Cassius Callaesar // Constantine Oliva Constantine Oliva // Zahara Myneto Zahara Myneto

FLY FOR YOUR LIFE

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Saber-5 shifted her feet left-right on the pedals, veering sharply and upward when Frank gave the signal he had enough data collected to run the triangulation algorithm. A similar one he’d run on Yurb. He pleaded for a handful of seconds to spit the results out and share it through the linked network of The Alliance’s communication system. The outcome meant they'd be able to register which of the hellspawn were venemous and acidic and which were...not.

With the force of both Twin Suns and Saber executing their prowess, backed by the larger ships with amplified firepower, the upside-down world they’d entered was feeling the relentlessness of The Alliance.

The ruby drenched skies were thick with netherworld spawn. Within a matter of minutes, the battlefield was a diffuse red glow, spotted with puffs of smoke, corpses blazing in fireballs, whirling venom showers, spinning flesh debris, electron storms.

<Two incoming at twenty degrees ––> someone advised.

Saber-Three was quick to respond. <I see them. Cut left, I’ll take one.>

The pair of Sabers splintered from the group, twisting and weaving. It ended in a conflagration of blood and bone; the creatures that had sought to ingest or damage the X-Wings incapacitated. It was a grim and dazzling spectacle. The rest of the starfighters, equipped with the knowledge of the acidic venom, steered clear of the explosions. Heroic, sometimes suicidal maneuvers marked the day.

<They just keep coming!> Saber-three exclaimed. She sounded exasperated.

<These monsters are protecting something –– we must be getting closer.>

"Whatever we're gonna do to escape after killing this fething thing should be a fun little exercise. Like threading a needle. Surrounded by mines."

A plan. An escape. She hadn’t thought of that –– it had all been building up to getting in. Getting out was...she supposed it was something they took for granted. Alas, instead of replying she was distracted by the flickering of her targeting system. The reader’s pixelation rendered waves and curls that matched the vapours outside and she squinted at the screen in disbelief.

<Frank, what’s happening to our comms right now?>

Look up.

Light gaze snapped outward, a surprised gasp slipping out the moment she recognized the source of the interference. No scopes were necessary here. The massive, formless shape ahead was visible with the naked eye. It was horrible. Foreboding. Evil. Layers and roles interpenetrating like shadows casting shadows. It throbbed with inhuman power, tidal, deep, and painful.

<We’ve got to hit that. Find a weakness.>

It’s much larger than us. Frank stated plainly, his tone mildly irritated. You’re going to need bigger guns.

<That’s what the armada’s for. I’m going in. Cover me and accelerate to attack speed!>

With wings split like dragonfly gossamers, poised for increased maneuvering and power, the squadron of X-Wings cut forward without reserve at the bid of their captain. <Right behind you, Blue. Saber four, Saber six, pull in ––– close formation. Equipping crystal-based cannons.>

Loske swapped over to the comms shared with Twin Suns <Commander ( Olen Halcorr Olen Halcorr ), can you cover us? Keep those creatures at bay and away from the fleet. We’ll need to preserve their weapons once we find a weakness on this thing.>

Sabers pierced into the blackened fog, lighting the darkness from within while seeking a vulnerable point. Their targeting systems were compromised at this range –– which ended up being a stone’s throw from the heart of the system. She settled her right hand on the stick and smiled.

That looks like a good bet.

<No kidding. Let’s try it out. Saber Three - this is your redemption arc.>

On cue, the woman on Loske’s wing zipped forward and surpassed the kiffar; releasing salvo against the glowing, crystal-looking nucleus. There was no missing her target.

It looked like it flinched, and Loske patched that report back to central command. Weakness detected. If they could focus all their fire on...
The report attempted to make its way through the interference, the comms ultimately compromised. Frank boosted the fragments of the signal as best he could, forwarding it through the network piece by piece until it would reach the respective admirals to relay orders.

An invisible agency struck out and impacted the side of her X-Wing in protest to the shot Saber-Three had rendered. It caught her by total surprise. Loske's fighter rolled hard to starboard. The stick she gripped bashed her hand against the side of the cockpit, sending a shockwave of tingling pain up her arm. Before she could register a movement to object, the stick tore itself free and smacked her solidly in the chest. With the stick pinning her back in her chair, she could only look up as the heart of the creature increased it's pulsing in protest to the earlier attack. Winded.

In this moment of temporary clarity, although it was a struggle to breathe, Loske felt an irritation at the edge of her consciousness. Tracing it back to the meld shared between herself, Maynard, and Ryv Ryv she eliminated quickly Maynard being the root of the discomfort. Ryv. Something bad was happening to Ryv. The melt was rarely impractical, and she felt a tightness behind her breastbone that was not attributed to the earlier impact.

As if she could make eye contact with her partner, she sent a panicked glance searching out his X-Wing amidst all the chaos; the silhouettes of the fighters obstructed by the miasmic fog.

Her hand was burning while she moved it back to take control of the stick, a bruise already starting to form and yellow beneath her gloves.

>Something's wrong with Ryv.< Electing for the benefits of telepathy over the non-guarantee of the network of comms, she impressed on Maynard's mind, searching for validation and..maybe even an excuse to go seek out what was out of sorts.
 
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Leon laughed as his lightsaber plunged into the Titan's body. Abbadon's pained scream fueled the young Jedi's bloodlust even further. He barely took note of the puff of green coming from the monster's wound. Nor did he see the armored fist flying towards his face.

"OOF"

Leon was sent tumbling to the ground by the force of the blow. As he fell, he tore his lightsaber from Abbadon's body, before losing his grip. The Sapphire blade shut off as it hit the ground, And Leon was left dazed for a moment. Something felt off. It felt as though he was no longer in full control of his body. As if he was just one among many, caught in a torrent of souls. He began to crawl away, barely thinking.

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Amid the frenzied spirits, Leon was barely aware of himself. He felt the great swarm of ghosts battering him down, threatening to drag him away. Like a boy in a flooding river, Leon desperately sought some rock to anchor himself. He settled on the Jedi Code, repeating it over and over to himself, unsure weather he was actually speaking or simply thinking it.

" There is no emotion, there is peace.There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.There is no passion, there is serenity.There is no chaos, there is harmony.There is no death, there is the Force. "

Slowly, Leon began to regain his control. He had found his rock, but it was unstable. Leon needed to escape the river, lest he be dragged away. Leon desperately sought some way to escape, to cut himself off from the spirits. He was pulled again into the swirling water of spirits. He needed to kill Abbadon. It was the only way to escape.

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// SUNSTRIDER //
// OBJECTIVE //
A Terrible Fate
// FOCUS // Auteme Auteme | Ryv Ryv | Leon Gallo Leon Gallo | Bernard Bernard | A Aeris
// THEME // El Shaddai

The collision of emerald and sapphire blades sent sparks scattering to the wind between the two jedi. The blades intermingled for seconds long enough for Oceiros to look into the eyes of Ryv, a man he never knew but had only heard of by reputation. Everything Oceiros had heard had been to the contrary of what he was witnessing the other about to attempt. The aura that they radiated sent out an aura of fear, death, rage, everything a Jedi shouldn’t be. That even Oceiros knew. The waves of malevolence washed over Oceiros only to be buffeted by the holocron and lightsabers of their past owners.

That all happened in a fraction of a second before Ryv was spinning around in an almost blinding blur to circle around Oceiros. An almost electric shock retreated down the epicanthix’s spine, a warning of the force. Oceiros leapt, legs tucking up and over his head carrying him into a backwards tumble away from the Jedi’s blade. Air rushed by from the sheer speed and ferocity of the swing. If Oceiros hadn’t acted or even tried to block it head on there was little question in his mind that he’d be bisected.

Legs extending, Oceiros caught himself even footed on the edge of the platform only for the possessed jedi to be on him again the emerald blade stabbing outwards with the hilt in a reverse grip. The emerald blade didn’t hum or sing like Oceiros’, no it screeched, it was howling for the taste of flesh and blood.

With his right foot sliding forward Oceiros brought the cobalt blade down and to his right while stepping out to his left, shunting the emerald blade and Ryv off to the right and away. Even without meeting the force of the blow full on Oceiros could feel his bones shaking from the impact. To simply deflect being a trial. Using the momentary maneuver to his advantage Ocieros danced three steps back his blade up, and blade tip pointed at the possessed one.

If he wasn’t in such a life-threatening situation Oceiros would’ve perhaps laughed at being called a Jedi. He was nothing of the sort just yet, but the fact he was considered one was a compliment in and of itself. “I need not be better than them, hell I need not even be as good as them. So long as I stop you.”
 
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Objective I - Unto the Breach
Location - The Rift, Brentaal IV, Bormea Sector
Unit - Twin Suns Squadron
Starfighter - Enhanced X-Wing
TAGS:
Cassius Callaesar Cassius Callaesar Loske Treicolt Loske Treicolt Maynard Treicolt Maynard Treicolt Westenra Mina Westenra Mina Kathryn Foster Kathryn Foster


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Olen brought the stick back around, executing a prolonged turn round, heading back to the main sortie. Hundreds, possibly thousands of hellspawn dotted the blackened skies, each of them willing to take them all on if it was possible. It seemed impossible that they would be able to take down even a few without eventually getting taken down themselves, he had no options but he brave it and attempt the impossible. He hit a switch at the front of his cockpit, taking a look at the holographic image of the battlefield. There did seem any routes available for an ambush and the creatures wouldn't take too long to notice their presence.

"There's too many of em." A concerned voice came from the X-Wing which was coming up a few klicks away from his position. The losses already had taking their toll, not only on their operational capability but on morale.

"Cut the chatter, form up and accelerate to attack speed, keep tight we could run out of space real fast."


He bumped up his shields and gunned the throttle, hurtling almost towards certain doom. For the first time in his operational career, he seriously doubted whether he would survive this battle, or if their unit would be completely wiped out. Fixing his firing solutions, the voice of Saber Five, Loske Matson came in through the Alliance frequency, which he promptly answered. It was good to hear something that wasn't a concern or a blooducrdling last scream.

"I read Saber Five, vector right to sector SV3, we'll cover you, godspeed kid."


His astromech droid spouted out data concerning his surroundings, glancing to his left, he noticed that Twin Suns wouldn't be alone in their endeavor, a myriad of ships of different sizes, firepower and speeds, streamed up to meet them. It was just a bit more empowering to know that the weren't the only ones ready to look certain death in the eye. Olen refrained from cracking a smile as he inched closer towards the creatures, who by now had known that their adversaries were on their way. They beasts seemed almost jittery, that was a good sign.

"Try and confuse the things, seems their leader's in a spot of bother, make sure we can cover Saber Squadron."

Olen fixed his firing solution to quad fire and opened up, red darts unchanging on their path. He pulled his nose up before slamming the X-Wing hard to port, tailing one of the beasts. He vaped it, the creature exploding into itty bits, he pulled up hard again, going into a loop-roll to evade the bits of creature that flew across the cockpit canopy. His vision was limited as he weaved in and around a group of the critters who seemed to have caught onto him and were in for a taste of vengeance. Kicking up the X-Wing, he noticed around two on his tail.

Knowing that it'd have to fire before long, he snaprolled sharply to port before cutting his engine power as he was pulled back by an invisible force. His hand wavered over the button as he centered himself, even his inertial compensators couldn't satisfy the immense amount of force output that the rift gave. Olen's finger went down on the button, as he regained control, forcing the X-Wing back to a point. His HUD went red as he pulled back the stick, a burnt hole running through the head of the critter.

Out in the battlefield, Alliance fighters were struggling, but just managing to hold on as he witnessed an A-Wing vape one of the monsters, before a Y-Wing was sent tumbling down to the ground in a blaze of fiery fury. That distinct coldness that he'd felt at the start of the battle returned. Up ahead, a dark, looming shape lurked, that must've been their leader. He promptly opened up the Alliance comms channel.

"Twin Suns Leader to Saber Leader, I think if we can enough firepower at their controller, we take him out, his minions would go into disarray. Do you think it has a weak spot we can exploit-" Just as he was about to finish his sentence, he caught wind of the signal coming from Loske. "Crank the volume up buddy." Noting the point, he needed to relay out some orders.

"I hear ya Saber Five, we're on our way. Twin Suns, you see that black shape in the distance, we're going to hit in the middle as hard as we can, as many runs as possible, form up with Saber Squadron and watch yourselves with those winged things."

"Copy Leader, Rogue Flight, form up and follow me, quad burst, fixed fire."

"I hear ya Boss, Renegade Flight, lets move it."

Olen kicked the X-Wing up before rolling away from the bird-like creatures hurtling towards him. He danced in between them, pumping more output into his thrusters as he opened fire, vaping them as he moved through, opening up quad bursts of fire into the monsters. Engaging his targeting computer, he kept the crosshairs on Abaddon, switching his settings to torpedoes.

"Gold Leader, gonna need your Y-Wings to come support us."

"Copy Twin Suns Leader, moving into position." The Y-Wing officer replied curtly to Olen, pulling in, knowing that they might have a better chance due to their limited speeds. The wide shape of his new adversary was coming into view and he was keen to get a shot on.


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// OUTRIDER //: Saber-1, Saber Leader | Saber Squadron
// OBJECTIVE //: Unto the Breach
// FOCUS //: Loske Treicolt Loske Treicolt | Cassius Callaesar Cassius Callaesar | Olen Halcorr Olen Halcorr | Constantine Oliva Constantine Oliva | Westenra Mina Westenra Mina

X-Wing | Flight Suit | Pistol | Lightsaber

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O U T R I D E R
D E S P E R A T E _ M E A S U R E S

He'd calcified all of it by now. That same fear he'd felt first plunging into the fray at the prying open of Abaddon's Gate. That blackness of the void, the horrors that emerged from within. He stared them down behind a focused visage, his hand clutching the sticks as he squeezed down on the trigger to send another volley of crimson death into another chaotic malfeasance.

<"Copy, Five!"> Saber-four sounded out to Loske through the Squadron comms in response to her command.

<"Outrider! Right on you!"> The Corellian pilot sounded out in panic as he peered down the canopy at three of hellspawned creatures of the void creeping up to the aft of Maynard's X-Wing.

He knew, even if he couldn't sense them within the force, the multi color display at the left side of his cockpit dashboard did well enough in conjuring the blips behind him.

Somehow they had the speed and the mass to take him down. Snapping close the S-foils of his X-Wing he used the extra speed to surge forward into the blackness to put some space between his own ship and the netherworld creatures following suit. The lack of any forward firing weapons of the beasts made any lateral maneuvers would've been semantics for now. Instead he opted for straight line speed before he cut the engines to his X-Wing, using the extra maneuverability from the dead thrusters and the inertial compensator of the fighter to rear his fighter back to face down the otherworldly creatures, splaying the S-foils free before sending down a hailfire of crimson which ripped through the corrupted flesh. Another moment put him back in line with the squadron as they pressed onward.

With the open heart of weakness unfurled in the darkness of this malfeasance, Maynard felt Loske's voice pierce into his mind. Immediately he could pin together why. Though her empathy in the force had surpassed his in spades, Ryv Ryv was his brother, his best friend. He could tell well enough the Kiffar was in danger.


>Something's wrong with Ryv.<

>"I know..."< Maynard replied back. The fleet could make this demon reap the whirlwind now, but it couldn't do well enough in saving their friend. They needed to move...and quick. Rid of this beast and thwart Abaddon.

"Twin Suns Leader to Saber Leader, I think if we can enough firepower at their controller, we take him out, his minions would go into disarray. Do you think it has a weak spot we can exploit-"

<"Copy, Suns. Drop the hammer."> He patched through to his Lysatrian counterpart before he switched frequencies to communicate through to Saber Squadron. Finally he broke his self imposed silent penance to the rest of the Wing. If Loske could do anything it was conceal that weakness of letting himself sink too much into the sensory envelopment of battle. To overthink and separate the body from the mind as he focused on split second movements and fast split reactions.

<"Payload to shadow. Form up on me. Target marked, distance at two point five klicks. Egressing two two one magnetic. Fire at will."> Treicolt gave the command before his sights singularly focused on the dark heart. Hovering his thumb over the pickle switch to unfurl the loaded ordinance, the Sabers surged deeper into the corrupted darkness.

As soon as they ranged in, he squeezed his thumb down before sucking in a breath to guide the bruising force aligned armament into the core. To end it.

 
It's one of life's mysteries, sir...
Objective I: Unto the Breach
Location: Hell, Brentaal IV, Bormea Sector
Unit: Twin Suns Squadron
Starfighter: Enhanced X-Wing
Wearing: Flightsuit
Tags: Cassius Callaesar Cassius Callaesar , Westenra Mina Westenra Mina , Tik Tik, Marae Tavlar, Rik Perris, Maynard Treicolt Maynard Treicolt , Loske Treicolt Loske Treicolt

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<<Brothers and sisters of the Galactic Alliance -- we have reached the precipice and go now beyond the veil. I do not know what we will find, and I can’t say for certain that we’ll return. But if we are to go, let us not go gently. Let us fight. Not just for these people nor our own. Today we fight for the survival of all that we know. These fiends have come to destroy our worlds. They’ve made a terrible mistake.>>

The appearance of admiral Callaesar and his following message reminded them of the importance of their mission, but also the extreme danger that they were about to face. Lieutenant Foster sat quietly in the cockpit of her X-wing, listening gazing at the hologram and listening to the last message from their commanding admiral before they would take off into the unknown of the Mist-Beyond. As the hologram shut down, her blue and serious gaze was drawn to an old-fashioned photograph pinned in one of the corners of the starfighters dashboard - a picture of her old ones and her two brothers. She was not only fighting to justice, a systems freedom or even her own squadrons and friends survival now. She was fighting for them back home on Denon now, and probably the galaxy as a whole.

Kathryn bit her lips once, before glancing out of the open canopy of the X-wing. The squadron was all lined up and all cockpits occupied with their respective pilot. Everyone knew their role. Everyone knew what they were up against, but no one realy knew exactly what that was or where it had came from. Some would falter, which was a completely understandable state and human trait. She had passed captain Matson while she was giving one of her pilots an encouraging pep talk. It was not often a pilot needed that kind of support, but everyone probably felt the same in one way or another and in varied degrees.

Her gloved hands lifted the helmet over her blonde hair up in a tight braid, before pushing the button to close the canopy.

''Roger that!'' she confirmed disciplined over the comms, attaching the oxygen mask over her face, as Commander Halcorr's laid out his orders including that she would lead Renegade Flight.

Short after, they squadrons of X-wings and other Alliance fighters and bombers alike made a lift of and left the safety of the hangar bay behind them.

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As they entered the portal, everyone seemed to experience the same - their sensors and flight computers went haywire, some completely dead, like they were hit by an EMP blast. Some short-range sensors still worked but to a large degree you had to rely on visual flight. Then came the scream. A terrifying and loud scream that pierced the very souls of all of them. Helmets, ear pieces and clenching your ears shut did not made any difference. She had explored many corners of the galaxy, experienced and seen magnificent and frightful things, but it was nothing like this. This was a living hell.

A gasp of relief left her when the screams suddenly stopped. She felt a tear roll down her cheek behind the tinted visor of the helmet, but she felt no sadness, the utter will it needed to fight against the intimidating voices had shed it. What was more terrifying, was the eerie feeling that the might not come out of this mission alive. Kathryn looked at the photograph again. She could not falter now. Not here and not now.

'No plan survives first contact with the enemy' - It was an old saying invented by some commander long ago. A saying that still had its point.

That became clear when countless of flying beasts attacked them and started to bring down one Alliance vessel after the other. Formations were broken. Comms became filled with frantic chatter. Weapons were desperately fired at will. Amist the chaos, Halcorr, Loske and herself was fighting to keep the formations and call out orders. They were not going down without a fight and no one would be left behind.

Kathryn heard a scraping noise above her and looked up, only to be met with the frightening appearance of one of those creatures holding onto the X-wing.

''What the...'' she said in both awe and disgust, for a second wondering what the vile beast realy was.

A hard push to the joystick sent the X-wing into a steep descent. She slammed the throttle and pushed the ion engines into a roaring maximum speed. Going into a roll, the monster finally lost its grip with one of its wings being shredded by the s-foil, leaving blood on the scratched roof by the astromech droid. The astromech gave Kathryn readouts of the damage. It was a relief when it showed minor damage to the hull. After a short moment of getting her bearings and locating the rest of the fighter squadrons, she increased the power to the shields and made a rush back to the formations, taking down a few more winged beasts on the way.
 
Objective II - The Only Thing They Fear
Location: Brentaal IV - Cormond
Team: Nova Fireteam Din Marren Din Marren Camo Orerig Camo Orerig Cynthia Alucard Cynthia Alucard J Jin Lesoon J Jin Lesoon J Jin Lesoon J Jin Lesoon

The silence outside the train was driving Trevin nuts. He paced up and down the sub-rail looking for any hostiles. It did not make any sense whatsoever that there was no activity down here. He had always been taught that if things seemed too good to be true, they most likely were, and this seemed like one of those instances.

"Always thought I would die from a blaster," Lilst muttered breaking the silence as the three of them stood guard. Trevin turned his head to face the man as the two nervously waited for the train to start up. "Never imagined I would be eaten. I mean, maybe some birds picking at my dead body, but not by some fiend."

The three of them chuckled and then the train stormed to life. "Lets move." Trevin said as the three of them boarded the train. The lights lit up and it was nice to have some sort of sound in their ears besides silence. "Good work, Lieutenant." Trevin said as he passed by the LT and gave him a thumbs up.

As the train began to move, however, a loud screech echoed out and Trevin glanced back at Din Marren Din Marren and then slowly made his way back to the back of the train. He pulled his carbine up and aimed at the door as he quickly approached it. He glanced out the back window and, at first, he could not see anything. Then his eyes widened and he let out a loud scream and turned heel and ran as the sound of crunching metal filled the cabin and a large, worm like, creature bit into the back of the train. It made Trevin stumble to the ground and he fell onto his back and immediately started firing into the things mouth as the train seemed to be barely moving.

"GO FASTER LIEUTENANT, PLEASE!!!!!" Trevin shouted as the spit and pieces of metal were flung all around him. He braced himself by propping both of his feet up on the seats around him so he would not go sliding into the things mouth. "I don't want to be eaten by a worm!" He continued firing, in vain, into the things throat before it finally ripped off the back of the train car and seemed immobile for a second before it quickly started making its way back. Trevin quickly gathered himself and pulled back up to his feet and scrambled backwards to join up with the other members of the group. "I hate this place." He muttered to himself as he reloaded his carbine.
 
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Bernard, frozen in his tracks. Leon, struggling on the ground. Ryv, turned to Chaos. Trampoline, into a black hole. Muscly guy, locked in combat with Ryv.

The doubt crept back in, whispering lies; proclaiming her defeat and the deaths of those she called friend. After all, what was she? The Shi'ido master had just been tossed into the void, Ryv had become a vessel for Chaos, and the rest of them -- were they even fit to be called Jedi? Bernard and Leon were much stronger than she was and Abaddon had dealt with them easily. She was weak, she couldn't compare, she-

Wow, she was kind of an idiot. She'd spent nearly a year of her life feeling like she was nothing. And there she was, the only one still standing to face Abaddon. She was doing something. Even so, the struggle didn't stop there; she could always do more. She'd never been as outwardly determined or confident as Loske or Ryv but she often needed reminding that her inner strength was just as powerful.

Even though chaos surrounded her, she could feel the strength of the Force. The Force was all things; chief among them was balance. Brentaal had been imbalanced long enough. While Leon drew upon the spirits of the dead, Auteme instead found solace in the strength of the living. For the briefest of moments she could see everything -- the Galactic Alliance working together to bring an end to this. Every soldier, pilot, Jedi was a light in the darkness. Abaddon, the void of death and chaos that he was, needed a counterbalance. The Force roared in her ears, giving her more strength to stand against the titan, but in a moment of clarity she realized that she wasn't the one to defeat the forces of chaos.

It'd be him.

A vessel for chaos, tempered by order and light. All she needed to do was to draw him out.

"You were never strong," she said softly. "Without your vessel, what are you? Chaos without order is nothing at all. A Jedi, though -- being a Jedi is a struggle to be better. I know you can be better. So come back!"

She knew she could do better, too. The strands of light had locked Abaddon's saber for a moment, but it wouldn't be enough to harm or disable him. The light of the crystal dimmed as she instead focused on gathering Force energy in that hand. The crystal began to crack; even its power dwarfed by the strength drawn from her surroundings, her allies, herself. She glanced to Ryv and the other Jedi locked in combat.

"Show them who you really are!" She screamed to the two vessels of chaos. She thrust her hand forward towards Abaddon, the crystal exploding as a beam of Force light leapt from her hand.
 

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