Invasion Rains of Contruumere [One Sith vs GR Invasion of Contruum]

[Atham'aali'kema]

Location: Killing Fields
Objective: A - Ease the passing
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Braith Achlys"]
Equipment:

Spoiler

Chom-Huun
Amphistaff
Magma pebbles, Plasma eel
Thud bugs, Snap bugs
Slayer Hardened Skin
Armorweave robe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhqRMzoyV4g​

(adult content)​

How sad, he thought to himself. The struggle, the strife, is was painted across her face. Was it a she? He still wasn't sure, it would have been rude to presume. Given the name, Braith, the mystery was still unresolved. Even in death, it may forever allude him, interest in the matter fleeting for the fight at hand. She was dependent now, on the force and the armor, and less on herself. Maalik couldn't understand that and if the shapers had drilled anything into his brain, it was that dependency leads to death. Though he longed for such a thing, he preferred the ease of it rather than the abrupt stop. Nevertheless, the universe went on and he was forced to remember that simple truth - he could depend on no one, no thing, but himself. Was he a thing or was he a person, maybe somewhere in between.

Whether he depended on it or not, the amphistaff was the cruel instrument of this fighters demise. It was inherently Yuuzhan Vong, emanating the same force dead attributes of his kin. Even then, the powergland made use of energetics, sending out an energy field a millimeter from the flesh in atomic sharpness, forming it's cutting edge and an abrasive shield. Unknown to the Vong Slayer, the power of the armor was mysterious and anointed in the whims of alchemy. And for all it's brilliance, all it's beauty and gander, it couldn't hold a flame to the weapon held in left hand, biting and fighting.

But it wasn't the nature of the gauntlets that confused the warrior as much as the sharpened points where the knuckles were. A hard thing to miss, especially in a fight so close. So when the palm came up to block the strike against the face, Maalik encouraged a double tap from the amphistaff, with the added oomph of his fingers against it's spine. The intent, to slam the spikes of her own gauntlet into her face. His attempt was hopeful, as the outstretching of a hand in such fashion was proper in it's protection, but weak in the elbows willingness to give and bend against pressure. In tandem, he would step forward and the right handed Chom-Huun beam would strike towards her left shoulder from his own right, in a near horizontal swing. If it hits, it might ride the ridge of her pauldron towards her gorget and neck after. If it didn't, it might be because she stepped to her own right and away, increasing the chance of impact of spikes against the face.

What a beautiful face, he thought, as he attempted to destroy it.

 

[Nerius]

Location: Killing Field
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Mullarus"]
Enemies: [member="Ella Nova"]

Nerius was indeed tiring, mainly due to in fact to the painful transformation and the beatings. He hadn't used a lot of Force attacks, but when he did they were things like lifting his entire body, which was surprisingly heavy. That being said, he wasn't quite out of it yet, as the healing was a natural ability he held thanks to his heritage.

Though it did indeed tax him. He had only ever healed major wounds once per a battle, without succumbing to unconsciousness.

But the best of warriors, even those with training in defense, eventually had to weaken or trip up. He and Mullarus simply needed to maintain their onslaught. To which, for every blow Mullarus would put in motion, Nerius would mimic it and bring in his own dual swings at the same moment.

How could someone with one weapon block against three incoming strikes at once? Even against tiring foes, it was difficult.

 

[Micah Talith]

Objective B - On the Shipyards - Annoy team Double Vahla Trouble
Location: Currently at Hangar 18
Allies: Mum is at A
Enemies: [member="Ameli Trahir"] [member="Lassiter"]

The Force would send a flair of warning, and Micah did what anyone in his predicament would do.

He ducked!

The crate had been sent with all haste right at his head, and it was with a "Whoa!" that the Talith dropped down to a squat, giving a double take as the crate went crashing against the wall, prompting him to cringe a bit as it would splatter in a dozen pieces, scattering debris everywhere.

"Hey! That isn't very --" whatever he was going to say, he froze. It was as if he had a sudden shift, his entire body would shift from its normal easy going manner into one of awareness. He came to his feet, his helm slowly drawing towards a specific direction. Behind the dark tinted visor of helm, his bright orange eyes went narrowing into thin slits.

The games were over.

The line of his body instantly turned predatory, and there was purpose in his gait. The Force shot out and he Force Speed towards the exit. He was a blur that went past the two, leaving them behind. As he passed the threshold, his hand went towards the door console. With a powerful summon of the Force, Micah steely would shove the electronic manipulation upon the console of the hanger doors. Electricity crackled, but his will would be done. He wasn't at all like Kai, but he could handle slamming down blast doors on the two to lock them in the hanger.

"The party is not done yet." he called out. He was willing to have them locked up in here, but he wasn't about to stay.

No, the Force had cried out to him from elsewhere.

His mother.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Objective B
Hanger 24!!!
[member="Kurt Meyer"]

Spoiler: Airplanes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suo210S7Xhg

Grabbing her QQ-83N Sidearm, Choli led point. Grim determination would lance through her expression, a thin sheen of sweat over her face.

"Go, go, go!" she would yell out, turning back to snap her arm up and send a volley of particle beams to whomever might decide to follow. While the QQ 83n Sidearm wasn't lethal by any means in this setting, Choli was making sure each of her shots would count. The only thing is that this Projector had a mean kick to it.

A volley of powerful shots flew downrange, smacking a trooper on the arm. The limb would go limp, the Ssi-Ruuvi ion paddle technology doing the trick. The duo would continue their back peddling, moving into Hanger Bay Twenty-Four. There were a few more ships here, a freighter or two. But down the left side was a squadron of V-Wing Starfighters...

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Objective: B
Location: Hanger 24!
[member="Choli Vyn"]

He ran.

His hand clutched at Choli's arm, grabbing a bunch of her clothes and pulling her in the direction of the fighters. Freighters were fine, transport ships were okay, but Kurt wasn't thinking of only escape. He could have piloted anything, he could have flown anything out of this shitstorm, but he wasn't ready to leave just yet. He had an objective, a goal in mind, and it would be met. "Over here!"

Kurt's voice boomed out, as he practically dragged Choli over to the V-wings.

He was familiar with the ships. They hadn't really been his cup of tea in the Navy, but he'd flown them more than once. The Ship's were fast, light, and quite slim, but they weren't meant for dog-fighting. The ships were in essence fighter bombers, meant to move fast and strike hard, but not linger for too long. That was exactly what Kurt needed now, what he wanted. The two of them reached the fighters quickly, with Choli being hauled towards the furthest one from the door by Kurts strong hand. He half turned and fired a few shots towards a nearby batch stormtrooper.

"Get in!" Kurt shouted as he opened the cockpit.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective A
Killing fields
Allies GR
Enemies OS, [member="Agamemnon"]

This machine was a mystic puzzle, Mantic could swear he felt hatred eminating from it. Perhaps a leftover from whomever had created it, perhaps a source of energy that kept it going beyond the jedi's knowledge about droids.
He did know the droid was fighting to keep going, yet he was certain it also held even more surprises.

For reasons unknown his ionization did little damage to the droid, and even before Mantic could land it threw itself upward reaching out to subdue him.

The droids plan to grab his legs was however instead countered by Mantic utilizing a force push downward. It was a devestating force that could crush most non-living materias in it self. But knowing [member="Agamemnon"] had a vast array of gadgets he doubted that would happen.
At least he hoped it would keep the droid pinned to the ground. At the least it would hinder [member="Agamemnon"] from grabbing hold of him.

Mantic would then continue down finishing his flying leaf attack upon the droid from his "higher ground" position.

 

[Komo]

Location: Outside the Control Centre (Shipyards)
Objective: B (Secure the control centre)
Allies: Mister Walker ([member="Khaleel Malvern"])
Enemies: Republic Defenders

Greta felt something. A shift in the presence of the force. A large magnitude was gathering towards the man, this Walker, as she saw him studying the fortifcations in front of them. The defences were hastily put up, but sturdy and efficient. The defenders were well-dug in, and had managed to inflict numeral casualties that were far from acceptable.

The Sith knight did not bring a raiding force with her, and their numbers as it is were thining rather dangerously at the current rate. She had to do something this instant, and her newest ally had provided her with just that. He answered her question. “There are long answers, and short ones. Suffice it to say that I can point my finger… and release enough kinetic energy to shred reinforced durasteel into bits and pieces.”

She took in what he said, absorbing every detail in his statement. To point at something and release such a large amount of force energy would require the user to either be incredibly gifted or skilled. Whatever the case, it would work towards achieving her objective. Walker spoke once more. “The storm is gathering, miss Greta. Are you intending on using it?” Without any further hesitation, Greta replied. "I am. Unleash your power."

 

[Jak Skirata]

Objective: B
Enemies: [member="Vrag"] [member="Drana'stair'eno"]

The smell of cauterized flesh filled the air as the yellow blade plunged through the Chiss' stomach, a soft thwack as the sharp beskad cut through flesh and broke through bone. Luckily not his own. The tip of the blade pierced the reinforced durasteel plates with the armorweave flight suit underneath providing some resistance to the lightsaber-like blade. Action needed to be swift, if the battle had proven anything it was that Vrag cared not for her allies. With a sharp elbow to the arm holding the blade in his back he was freed from his vibrating prison, but not before the durasteel and the tip of the blade burned his belly, burning into the flesh and muscle behind the armorweave. Blood from the Chiss splattered onto his chest. He was bleeding fast, but then again Davin also was bleeding, a deep cut from the vibroblade. He cursed under his breath and pulled form his waist the hilt of what looked like a crude lightsaber.

His vitals were spiking as adrenaline pumped faster through his veins. This fight couldn't go on much longer.

Snap-hiss

A flat blade, not unlike the Dark Saber, erupted from the crude and dark hilt. The red light of his blade illuminated his visor with a menacing glow. His stomach burned, his back was slick and sticky with his own blood.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

Objective: B
Location: Hanger 24!


"Wait.. what?!" Cho gave a slight double take, but she had no room to argue. "Whoa!" Not when he grabbed her by the scruff and pushed her forward towards the V-Wing. Did he really expect them to fly in that?

"In a Vee--" Choli would duck as blaster fire would stream across the hull of the freighter beside them. "Okay getting in!" she would exclaim, moving forward as she tucked her QQ-83N in her Bodo Baas holster. With a grunt, Cho sprang up, climbing into the closet V-Wing and slinging herself into the gunner's cockpit.

"Brix!" she pulled out her QQ-83N just as two Stormtroopers came at their direction, giving Kurt cover to jump and strap in.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Objective: B
Location: Hanger 24!
[member="Choli Vyn"]

He hopped in the fighter almost as soon as she started shooting. Time was of the essence here, and he was more than willing to bet that their friends in white wouldn't be waiting for them to take their sweet old time. Kurt jumped into the lead chair, that of the pilots, and almost immediately began to strap himself in. The controls flickered to life, and Kurt kicked the console into gear.

"Okay. Okay. Okay Okay." Blaster fire began to rain down as more stormtroopers joined the first two. "FUCK!"

He yelled loudly as he began to fumble with the control, forgetting where the cockpit seal button was.

Quickly, at mostly at random, Kurt began to mash buttons. He pressed a few red keys, a few blue ones, and a ton of yellow ones. Then suddenly, the engines blared to life. The engines sprang to life, and Kurt grasped the controls. He gasped, and suddenly the cockpit began to seal itself, lowering at what could only be described as a lumbering. Another curse, and suddenly Kurt pushed the V-wing into a hard turn. "Put that thing away!"

He called to her just as the cockpit began to seal.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

OBJECTIVE: A- Defeat The Sith
LOCATION: The Killing Fields
ALLIES: GR Folks + Allies
ENEMIES: OS Bubs {[member="Darth Ferus"]}

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

ARMOR:

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

• x1: Bodo Baas Gunbelt
• x1: Sasori Bodyglove
• x1: THI Revenant Armor

GRENADES:

• x2: CyroBan Grenade
• x2: EMP Grenade
• x2: Thermal Detonator

BLASTERS:

• x1: Ven's Custom Shotgun
• x2: Dissuader KD-30

MELEE:

• x1: Vibro Electro Blade
• x1: Standard Silver Dual-Phase Lightsaber

OTHER:

• x3 Ammo Clips: AP Shotgun Rounds
• x1 Sithspawn Body: Ven's Guardian Body

​Combat was a rush. Always. Even as things seemingly slowed down, Ven felt more alive than she usually did. Battling was not something she did for the thrills anymore, but she accepted the feelings anyway. Sometimes it was that sense of excitement, that adrenaline, that kept her from dying. So even as old thoughts tried to resurface she accepted the rush. Because as her foe leaped over her, she realized that she might just need it.

There wasn't enough time to do much about his movements. She was too focused on moving backwards to try and stop his leap. By the time she had stopped retreating he was already pointing one mean looking gun at her. Chite. That word had become a sort of 'catch phrase' for the Mad Merc. At least when it came to her fights with others. And as the familiar sound of a gun going off reached her ears, she said the word again, and again.

If the rounds hadn't slammed into her than she would have said the word again. Instead she found the breath quite harshly knocked out of her. One round grazed her right arm, the force sending a jolt through her. Another caught her right shoulder, easily pushing her back, the sheer power of the assault likely fracturing her collar bone. It was undeniably painful. Despite having an impressively high pain tolerance, the Sekairo was unable to hold back her yelp, dropping her sword as she grunted.

But the third strike was the real killer. Or, more accurately, the blow that did the most damage. Unfortunately for her it struck her right above where the lightsaber had cut her earlier. The metal of her armor was rent further, bending back, digging into where her cut had just finished healing. Once again the flesh tore with relative ease, reopening with a horrible noise. A bruise would start to form beneath the main impact site as well.

In other words, Ven was hurting bad.

"Frak!" There was no stopping the exclamation from leaving her lips. It was a natural reaction, something that she didn't want to do, but something that she had to do. Though her body was already regenerating what was lost, the misery was enough to force her to stop for a few moments. She clutched her stomach, applying pressure to the wound, trying to hobble back. Right as the Sith was likely grabbing a hold of his blade she managed to half-heartedly raise her left hand, the Dissuader still in it.

Hoping to keep him at a distance while her body stitched itself back together, she fired off a few shots.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: PVP, Killing Fields
Location: Battlefield
Allies: [member="Yurzhoc Shai"]
Enemies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]
Gear: Sage’s Dark Armor, Blade of the Satvas, Sessile-triostaff, Lightsaber

As two of Sage's tentacles were flung away with a mini-hurricane of mud, a rock came down on one of the amphistaves heads with a bonk. The Vong-shaped Sith Lord shared the pain with the sentient creatures, and shrieked like a banshee at the blunt trauma to his loyal pet. Blood vessels burst open on his face and his own ears popped with pressure. Sage's Force Scream coned out towards the Green Knight, an involuntary mental and physical attack that could possibly deafen the Jedi or worse. The Vong serpent blinked its beady eyes as its body fell limp next to Sage's rangy torso. The other two tentacles, seething with animal anguish over their incapacitated brother, writhed and lashed, swinging wildly, their attacks unfocused.

Although the Sith Lord's mind was now a maddening hurricane, he left his amphistaves to rage, and instead focused all of his wrath on hoarding up the Dark Side and branching out with an invisible tendril, a thick vein of the Force. If the ethereal tether met the elder's body, it would begin to drain his Force from him, siphoning it out of his body and into Sage's.

The amphistaff poison coated the old man's skin and beard, and as it soaked into his flesh and then mingled with his bloodstream, it would presumably weaken his body, as Sage's Force drain would weaken his energy. In the meantime, the Green Knight was also tangling with Yurzhoc Shai's amphistaff attack, a vicious, unyielding attempt to impale the man like a stuck pig.

 

[Darth Ferus]

OBJECTIVE: A
LOCATION: The Killing Fields
ALLIES: Sith
ENEMIES: GR ( [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] )

Huh. He hadn't expected the shot to have hit her, nor as well as he had. Was that a bend in her armor? He didn't have time to look as her gun came back up for him though. His grip on his new sword tightened, and for him time itself had seemed to slow. Whipping the steel blade up, he could try to catch the shots on it's edge, but after the first shot rang out it was clear something was off.

His shoulder wasn't completely healed. The messed up joint prevented him from flicking the blade upwards to catch the next, and he quite literally bit the bullet. A burst of blood and acid filled the air, but Ferus was gone.

Or closer.

As the bullet hit him he once more teleported, this time directly in front of the female. Half of hisnjaw was missing, torn to shreds from the impact. Acid still dripped over the broken teeth left on thenother side, burning it away rather slowly. His eyes burned with pain and hate, all aimed right for Even.

As he appeared however he had thrust out with the slowly dissolving blade, aiming for the hole in her armor. He was going to run her through, and should the blade touch flesh truenas any Sith Sword he would channel this hate for her in the form of lighting, wanting to fill her belly with nothing but pain. The same pain that was threatening to send him to insanity.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Objective B
Hanger 24
[member="Kurt Meyer"]


"Sithspit! I'm working on it!" Cho would shout out at Kurt, ducking as a last minute bolt seared across the canopy as it came sliding shut. There was a slight hiss and then a click, the sudden force of gravity as the hard left making her slam along the right. The QQ-83N fell onto her lap, still warm from the recent use. Meanwhile, Choli began to fiddle with the straps.

"Feth! Feth! Feth!" this was not what this stop at the shipyards was supposed to be! Her mind would wail at the series of events that led her here. What would Jan say? Chloe? The shuttle was gone and now she might very well get shot off of space! How was she even going to contact them?

Breathe. Just breathe.

Okay. Take stock. You're in the gunner's compartment. Right! Choli would scan the console in front of her. Kurt was taking point.

"I hope you know how to fly this thing!"

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Objective B
Hanger 24
[member="Choli Vyn"]

He did.

Oh he certainly did.

The Republic Navy had been good for him, at least, parts of him. He had come into the job as a pod racing champion from Tatooine, and he had left a disgraced fighter ace. Usually he flew against other pilots, Sith fighters and heavy bombers that needed shooting down. This was a tad different, he was the one flying the bomber this time. The V-Wing wasn't exactly slow, but it was slower then the interceptors that he was used to flying. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, it just changed how things needed to be done. his hand wrapped around the throttle, the cockpit sealing and the deflector shields activating.

"Don't worry." Kurt said as he suddenly pressed one of the controls forward. The V-Wing took a sudden lurch, turning on a dime and striking a running Stormtrooper with one of its wings. "We'll be fine."

His other hand pressed forward, and suddenly the ship shot out of the hangar.

Kurt felt himself smushed against the seat, pressed by g-forces as the V-Wing rocketed forward in the blink of an eye, exiting the space station and jumpi

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Objective: A.
Location: Contruum, Killing Fields.
Allies: OS love <3
Enemies: [member="Kira Talith"]
Gear: Standard lightsabre, armour, Nagajj, Tsaisibola.

The smell of ozone was a familiar scent to Darth Ophidia. She had lost count of how many times she had set the atmosphere ablaze with electricity, or how many times others had shot arcs of lightning at her in return. She was mistaken the last time she thought she was about to receive the infamous Electric Judgement, but this time she saw it all clear. Through the Nagajj, she could feel the electricity far more clearly than by her own near-human senses. Having given its bite, the serpent attempted to snap back while the Tsaisibola arched its body in preparation for a jump and bite. However, before it could release the tension of its arched body, lightning crackled from the Jedi. Ophidia was having a whole lot of new experiences in this fight.

Throwing her arms up, the Rattataki tried to use Tutaminis to absorb some of the electricity that shot out of the Jedi. Rather than using it on herself, she transferred it through her familiar, sparing it from the brunt damage of the electric judgement and transferring the energy to herself. She knew that the familiar could perish from an overload of force-power, so she took her own punishment while sparing the Nagajj with her limited knowledge of absorbing energy. The Tsaisibola had no such protection, but was further away and as such got less damage to begin with. Flung back, it landed in the mud and blended in, metaphorically licking its wounds and literally pretending to be dead until the odds changed. Its active camouflage blended it in with the Mud quite effectively.

As the electricity coursed through her, the Sith Lord bucked and screamed in pain. Her helmet distorted her voice further, making it sound like a ferocious howl. The pain numbed her body, but fuelled her hatred. Smoke rose from her ragged clothes and singed flesh as she threw herself up into a sitting position and directed the energy she had siphoned, along with a good brunt of her own, right back at Kira in the form of a generous dose of Sith lightning. There is nothing like the smell of burning Ozone during a mudbath. Meanwhile, the Nagajj slithered towards Darth Ophidia to rejoin her flesh and rest. It was better used for a surprise attack, not open combat.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

OBJECTIVE: A- Let's End This
LOCATION: The Killing Fields
ALLIES: GR Folks + Allies
ENEMIES: OS Bubs {[member="Darth Ferus"]}

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

ARMOR:

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

• x1: Bodo Baas Gunbelt
• x1: Sasori Bodyglove
• x1: THI Revenant Armor

GRENADES:

• x2: CyroBan Grenade
• x2: EMP Grenade
• x2: Thermal Detonator

BLASTERS:

• x1: Ven's Custom Shotgun
• x2: Dissuader KD-30

MELEE:

• x1: x1:

OTHER:

• x3 Ammo Clips: AP Shotgun Rounds
• x1 Sithspawn Body: Ven's Guardian Body

​Blood leaked out past her hand, covering her gauntlet in crimson. Every breath was a wild experience. Each intake of air shook her, sending waves of pain through her abdomen, and causing her to cough a little. Even as the wound started to heal she felt a nearly indescribable amount of discomfort. It had to be the bend in her armor. It was still pressed against her, making the regeneration process nigh impossible. So she did the only thing that she could think of: Her right hand went to tear the piece away. Muscles once touched by dark energy used their strength to bend back the metal right as the Sith reappeared in front of her. Either her last second movement would save her or kill her.

Once again there had been no real time to react. Just enough of a split second to try to shift herself. But her body felt exhausted, her jets seemed to hard to activate, and her mind felt too muddled. I'm going to die again, the Mad Merc thought as a blade came rushing towards her abdomen. When it came to potential last words, hers were quite lacking. The last thing she had said had been 'chite'. Before that? Also 'chite'. What a wondrous way to go out- screaming and covered in blood. But, perhaps, this wasn't going to be the end for her. While the blade slipped past her hand and right into her stomach Ven reached with her right hand, angrily trying to grab onto the weapon.

Her grip was tight. Even as the edges threatened to cut into her well protected fingers, she held tight, hoping the magnetic properties of the bodysuit's gloves could help her. Though the blade inside her seemed to be dissolving (the acid starting to bite at her as well) she felt the need to try and keep it there. Last time she had been stabbed the doc had told her to hold the foreign object steady. Apparently it could help prevent further injury. Did the same go for her, even though her body was going to try and heal itself?... Maybe I should take it out slowly. That might- The lightning came before she could finish her thought.

Suddenly she was reminded of the first time that she died. The real first time. Not the times where she felt like she had died. But the real first time- when Ashin had shot her full of electricity for breaking a few rules. And killing someone. By tearing off his arms and beating him with them. Or something like that. Regardless of why she had been shocked, she had undeniably experienced this before. Except this time there were no implants in her body to be shut down. Just some good, natural organs to be fried. Chite. The Mad Merc let out a yell, sounding more angry than pained, despite her true state of mind.

The energy did what it was intended to do. It hurt like absolute hell, burning what it touched, drastically speeding up Ven's heartbeat as well. If it wasn't for her healing factor she likely would have died within moments. Instead she was pulling through the misery, seemingly unable to stop it. Perhaps this was the end for her. Yet... yet she really didn't want it to be. She didn't want to die during her first battle since coming home. Thinking about the possibility made her furious. Even as the hand wrapped around the blade started to lose its focus she felt the unstoppable urge to do something, anything.

And as the electricity burned her, as the cells did their best to keep up, to keep regenerating, she acted. She did as much as she possibly could, hoping that her enemy's wounds had weakened him enough. This would likely be the last thing she did before the fight was over. Either she died here or she survived long enough for a med team to get her out of there. Whatever happened, she hoped that she could do enough to stop her opponent. If he was to break her... then she hoped to leave him as equally broken as her. All of that hope, all of her rage, was put into a single action. Fighting the pain she raised her left arm back up, her right hand now moving to hold him towards her, trying to keep him close, hoping that the electricity would get to him to. But the real threat would come from the the gun she still held. She moved it, trying to press it against the underside of his throat.

"Ashin's... lightning hurt more..." she growled as she pulled the trigger.

 

[Darth Ferus]

OBJECTIVE: A
LOCATION: The Killing Fields
ALLIES: Sith
ENEMIES: GR ( [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] )

The sound of metal sliding into flesh.. It was.. Exquisite. Beautiful. A ragged laugh escaped his lips as his red eyes glinted with just sheer joy. If it want for husnnew body though, he probably wouldn't have been laughing.

He in longer needed to eat. Needed to sleep. Needed to breath. He removed everything he could that a normal human would need. He wanted to become the perfect being, sustained on only the Force, devouring it as many would with food.

But he was weak now. So much Force usage, his body blow apart. There was a limit, and he was close to it. His face still wouldn't heal, he needed to focus on other parts of his body. Namely, his gun arm. Slowly he lifted, in unison to her own raising if her gun, and set the barrel against her head. If he could grimace, he would as her gun was pressed into his mouth. Though that mattered little.

He had his gun to her head, and she had hers to his. Yet she had chosen to speak. To utter a finale word.

Ferus hated that. Half way through her statement he pulled his own trigger. He cared little about this Ashen person, and even less about her voice.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

Objective A
Allies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"] - anyone else who might want to join in and help me would be totally awesome... just saying...
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Yurzhoc Shai"]


Things were starting to get complicated.

First came the slash and dash from the Yuuzhan Vong. Rhen, having never experienced fighting with a fully escalated Yuuzhan Vong warrior, was at a disadvantage. The strike would come at him, fully intending to impale. The Corellian Jedi would attempt to parry the amphistaff, deft footwork moving him to the right.

But things didn't go as planned. The amphistaff would lacerate straight across his arm, cutting fabric and lancing against his shoulder. His arm would flare with pain, but he would attempt to control it.

Focus was what would hopefully keep him steady.

The footwork is what saved him from being impaled, but the lash of the other's Sith's Force attack would hit him like a freight train. Pain went ripping through his jawline, the acid and venom of the poison sinking into his flesh. He was on a timeline now, and while yes it would weaken him, it wouldn't do so immediately. He had time.

A shudder came to the man, and his back bowed for a moment. However, being a Corellian meant he wasn't about to give up. Struggling against the Force Drain, the jedi would lash out with grabbing a nearby boulder to send crashing at the Sith's direction. At the same time, he would move left and right. The clash and clang of amphistaff and saber would resonate as he and the Vong would fight.

 

[Yurzhoc Shai]

Location: Upon the killing fields
Objective: Objective A, learning the Corellian two step
Allies: One Sith, Legion Yun'Do, [member="Sage Bane"]
Enemies: None, [member="Varus Shatterstar"], [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]

Equipment:

Spoiler

Chom-Huun
Vonduun Skerr Kyrric
Amphistaffhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Amphistaff
Nang Hul Worm
Blorash jellyhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Blorash_jelly, Firejelly, Magma pebbles, Plasma eel
Thud bugshttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Nang_hul, Razor bugs, Blast bugs, Snap bugs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bg92QpjRcJk​

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He let out a blood curdling scream, the likes of which not even a mother could love! Wait. Scratch that, his mother told him he had a beautiful voice! As the amphistaff cut through succulent Jeedai meat, Yurzhoc almost found himself besides himself in a bought of giddiness and glee. Stebbles was excited to the say the least. And as the amphistaff cleaved against the strength of the saber, the powergland provided an insurgence of protection in the face of blasphemous and heretical technology. Elegance, finesse, hah! Yurzhoc thinks not!

Seeing as the Jedi was prepared for the dance, Yurzhoc stepped back, initiating a discussion with his precious Stebbles. As he did, the weapon went into whip form as he began twirling the weapon parallel to his body. "Dance puppet, DANCE!" He screamed as he let loose nearly six foot of limp amphistaff, attempting to cut deep at the torso should the Jeedai not protect his most vital squishy parts. And even if he did, Stebbles would react. Lunch wasn't so good, time to upchuck it, Yurzhoc commanded. Should the attack be blocked, the amphistaff would spray bile and venom towards the Jeedai. All the while, Yurzhoc mimicked the dance of this Corellian. Not only would this fight be enjoyed, but the warrior would gain culture, presenting such a movement to the Shai Domain. He would title it 'The two step by the Jeedai - a plight in the killing fields.'