Campaign Return of the Jedi: SJC Campaign to TSE held Voss (Jabiim; Nespis VIII; Chandaar; Ossus, and Voss Hexes)

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire, Overlord of the Eternal Empire, the Emperor's hand
The Red Witch; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Tower of Prophecy, Voss-Ka, Voss
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | 2x red blade lightsaber shoto | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour| Shield talisman | G1 OmniLink | BCR-X10 Sniper Rifle | Empyrean gland | Taozin amulet
Allies: AMCO
Enemies: Mathieu Brion | Beltran Rarr

Background music:
Sabaton – Rise of Evil​

Ingrid wasn't surprised she didn't get an immediate response from Adrian. Bastion is already used to all this, that the Sith Lord does not always have the opportunity to answer. Not even that, now with Force-bond, it’s even easier. She was still of the opinion that her fiancé should do more multi-tasking because now he can only do it in two or three directions in total. And also with error rate.

By the way, Ingrid was able to control her feelings and her body well, her pupils couldn't be seen because she was in full body armour and she didn't have the slightest movement during the words. So it would have been hard to read from these, but from her words one could really draw the conclusion that Beltran Rarr came to. Probably protecting someone and worrying about someone was the better option than just seeing the fight as fun and therefore going into it all. Anyway, indeed, Adrian was in the building and she wanted to protect him. Even if Karza’arana had easily defeated the forces of the Light Side with the number of their present.

The woman did not move even when the soldiers surrounded her, she had already received the moral victory, so she smiled for a moment in the depths of her armour. Representatives of the Light Side always attack first, never the other side. On Wayland, the Jedi woman, then the Imperial Knights, now this soldier. On top of that, she could have listed the options for quite some time. Twelve soldiers and two more. Meanwhile, the young man also spoke. If she hadn’t controlled her emotions better, she would have even laughed, but she did not. She was better than this.

”You are naive, child, you always start this, not those you think are evil. I have taken a defensive stance, but he is already instructing his men to attack. Oh, and I'm not a Sith!”

The enemy surrounded her in a completely circular shape, she still didn't tremble. Body language was not treacherous either, almost as cold and perfectly controlled as if she were not real. She didn't respond to the man's words, but he and his men opened fire. Ingrid thought the man should rather regret sending his men to their deaths. At the moment of the shots, she reached into the Force and teleported behind the soldier in a straight line to her left.

Here she immediately struck the soldier, though her weapons seemed like simple vibroswords, but that was not true. They were force-imbued weapons, i.e., even stronger, more resilient as a result of which they cut through the armour much better, even if they had resistance against such weapons. If the armour had perceived the woman's attack, it wasn't a problem either, it was enough for her to be able to cut her opponent a little, because the poison in the sword was already having an effect.

If she managed to wound her opponent or kill it, the next moment the woman disappeared from everyone. Not only in the Force and in front of the eyes, but also in front of the sensors and all technology. Moments later, she arrived in a quick motion to the next soldier, whom she also struck with swords. Learning from the above, she was trying to wound or kill it in the weaker parts, it was a person closer to the Jedi and Beltran. Since she then believed that they could expect she would go even closer to them, she now attacked the more distant person (the soldier on the other side of the first victim). She ran silently to make the distance.

She attacked the third opponent in the same way as the previous two, the Force ability then ceased, because in the meantime she did other things that had not yet had an effect. Her movement was quite unique, she simultaneously mirrored the assassin like movements and motions, but there was also a military motion in it. Definitely unique and special, which she learned at the two units that trained her…

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[Coci Heavenshield]

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Location: On ground - heading to lower Voss-ka
Equipment: Blue bladed lightsaber, Purple bladed (shadow) lightsaber | Tech Ward Armour
Tags: Enyo Typhos | Thurion Heavenshield | Valae Heavenshield | Jared Starchaser | Arden Durane

Once aboard the shuttle, Coci took the time to spend the last moments with her husband and Val, asking them both to take care not do anything foolish. She knew the force was in both of them, powerful and strong and each of them would allow the force to guide them, they had their directions this day, as did she.

“I love you both”, where her last words before disembarking the shuttle. The sound to the battle in the distance at this moment, but that would not last long. She looked up at the city she had known very well, naturally it was different under the hard hand of the Sith, but they were not here for bricks and mortar, they were here to for the people of Voss.

The last thing she saw of Thurion was him charging toward the Imperial troops, their force bond strong and unwavering and charged with energy between them both. As they did, the main focus of the attacked turned to him and the Valkyri, Coci had to trust in the force to bring him home safe to her.

But it gave her the distraction she needed.

Her destination was the lower part of the city in which the poorer people lived. She had visited there with Micah tol Powl years ago. As Master of the Order, he wanted to show her that not everything or everyone on Voss were enjoying the freedom and prosperity that the Silver Jedi hoped to provide them. That between the local government and the Silver Jedi, some had fallen through the cracks. She raised her arm and spoke through the commlink to the Break of Dawn. “Captain, are the shuttles prepared?”.

“Yes, Master Heavenshield, we await your mark”. Her mission today was evacuation.

Coci funnelled the force through her body, allowing it to give her strength and she started running across the open field breaking off from the main group and toward the lower level. As she did, the natural light around her shimmered and bent to her will and she vanished from sight. There was no need for silence, not yet anyway.

 

[Acaadi]

Naria Harth Senari Gravis Farrina Matvec Triddol

Spoiler

Location:Voss Ka
With: Senari Gravis Acaadi Matvec Triddol Farrina
Object: Secure the command room.

Naria's lips pursed as Cato walked haphazardly away. No words fell from her, just a nod of acknowledgement to Risen as he tried to impart his warm reassurance. It was a solace. His support always was.

With all the chaos set to erupt around them, she trusted unequivocally in Risen's ability to follow through.

She heard the others murmur plans around her but the words passed over her. Focus. Snapped her inner voice. She blinked hard, her attention narrowing back onto the group just as the green padawan offered to cover their flank. She frowned, nearly snapping in a wave of anxiety, "You're staying with me."

She gestured to her side, unwilling to let the last vulnerable member of the group leave her sight. She glared unapologetically at Senari, the fire in her eyes daring him to say otherwise. Tarish's death had exasperated her already smothering tendencies, but in this she would not budge. He was a child.

"We don't have time to wait for a signal. On my word, we bust open the door. I'll pulse a burst of light at them. We'll get them while they're blinded. I sense three, maybe four up ahead." She gestured for them to start down the furthest hall, Acaadi meant to walk between her and the others. She covered their flank, her shoulders tense as she held her staff at the ready besides her. "Let them handle this," she murmured to the boy, her attention over her shoulder as they arrived at the closed command door.


She pulled a small explosive from her pocket and held it out for someone to take and adhere to the handle.

On the count of three, close your eyes. Came her voice pressing against. It was a new skill of hers. Very handy in moments like this-- a bit impolite to start doing without warning. She didn't care, pressing on.

One.

Two.

THE FORCE IS WITH ME​

Objective: Infiltrate.
Equipment: Lightsaber, Robes
Tags: | Senari Gravis | Risen | Farrina | Naria Harth | Centin Tillo | @Knightwatch |

The idea seemed to be taken well.

If the smile on his face could be any brighter, it might’ve grown a bit as they began to split into groups based on the suggestion he had made. While he wasn’t in charge here, not one bit whatsoever, he still wanted to see the mission succeed. Working together as a cohesive unit towards one goal would only make them stronger. And if they could cut off a part of their enemy that would make that goal harder to achieve, then it only made sense to at least try. That being said, he was perfectly fine with the idea changing, and Farrina ‘s words were met with a nod from the Nautolan. “Whatever we need to do to make sure we have coverage on both areas, we should do.”

The young man ( Cato Harth ) that spoke up soon after, if the muttering words he spoke could be considered speaking up, caught Matvec’s attention. It was a good idea as well. No reason to get violent if they could avoid it. The…meathead’s comment was a bit uncalled for, but was as quickly shrugged off as Matvec just rolled with the punches. The Nautolan did flash Naria a teasing raised eyebrow. No harm in it. "Tailhead. Not a meathead."

As the others began to split off into the two groups, ending up with two knights and the padawan learner heading toward the security with the rest of the group making their way to the command center, his dark eyes turned to regard Senari with a thoughtful gaze. Playing to everyone’s strengths would be key, and his fellow knight knowing exactly where those lied for him was quite helpful. “You take the middle, as you suggested. Myself and our long haired friend,” a quick motion to Farrina followed, “will sweep around the sides. Should clear out the room quick and efficient.” He was ready to let the team headed for security handle their business before they busted into the command center, but Naria seemed to have a different idea.

Force light. A wonderful, devious idea. They would never know what hit them.

Matvec gave her a wide grin and a wink, his tentacles flopping back and forth as he nodded. Time to do this, then. Taking the explosive from the woman’s hand, he did as directed and placed the small device on the handle. Then, the countdown began. The countdown…to the fun.

Three…

Two…

One…

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

The entire corridor rocked as the control room doors were blown clean from their hinges, going flying into the room of unsuspecting soldiers. Just as the plan dictated, first came the flash of light from Naria’s palm, then Senari’s boisterous entrance. Once they occurred, only then would Matvec push forward, flinging himself to the side off the room with two quick bounds. The solider he landed next too seemed quite surprised to see him, something that he regarded with a smirk before flinging the man into the stack of servers behind him. Elsewhere in the room, the rest of his comrades would begin the cleaning up of the trash quickly. He just hoped they were quick enough, and that the security team had had the chance to complete their objective as well.

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Naria Harth Senari Gravis Risen Centin Tillo
Matvec Triddol
Cato Harth

Farrina stepped aside as Naria pushed them forward, the tone of her voice now a worry for the woman at another time. The group had deeper wounds than they let on it seemed. The hooded face turned when Matvec and Naria began to enact their plan. The slight shake of her head a sign of preparation as she watched the handle before a hand covered her face in the moment the area exploded with light.

Had she been of Hapan birth, she might have enjoyed the lightshow, but with how dim the sith seemed to keep their surroundings, likely the opposite. The door burst open, the initial sounds from inside of fear and pain as the woman took to the side.

The person had covered their eyes with an arm, hand nearly on their ear as Farrina pressed her left hand onto their extended elbow and put pressure to keep it there. Her right hand turned to a point, pointer and middle finger forming a non-lethal weapon as two strikes to the ribs had the arm seizing in place before the hand opened and grabbed their neck.

Her leg swept behind their knee as she shifted around them, her right hand applying pressure as they tumbled back and lost balance against the waiting hooked leg and was promptly tossed to the ground.

There was crack from their landing, her mouth forming a tight oh as she realized how much pressure she had put into move. Her leg pushed behind their left arm, locking around their neck before the other leg interlocked with the first, pushing away while she pulled on their right arm. Hearing a pop, and feeling the struggle go out of them, she rolled quickly to get back up to a fighting stance. The whole scene lasted mere moments as she prepared to move to the next enemy.

Objective: Infiltrate
People: Knight Pack Group
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Senari closed his eyes as Naria began her countdown, breathing lightly. "You always bring me to the nicest places," he muttered at Naria, right before she blew open the door and threw in her burst of light. Immediately Senari stepped forwards, blade materializing to catch the first wild salvo of blaster fire that came his way. One of the bolts screamed back towards where it originally came, the man who fired it dropping lifelessly as it seared through his chest. Farrina and Matvec quickly spread out along his sides, each taking on another one of the soldiers; with a quick adjustment of his blade angle, Senari took out the fourth and last, returning another blaster bolt to its sender.

Then the room was quiet again, aside from the small echo of the explosion that still reverberated through the halls. "That was too easy," he whispered to himself, looking around. No signs of anybody hidden with a stealth generator, or just bending light around themselves through the Force; he closed his eyes and reached out further, only for the problems that the other three had run into to quickly register. "Of course. I knew I had a bad feeling about this." Even a simple communications building and minor command center was too valuable to leave with the little defense they'd seen so far; it might well have been a trap for an enterprising group of Jedi trying to make a difference in the battle.

Deactivating his weapon, he stepped back out into the hallway, letting the others deal with things in the command center. They'd have to move quickly no matter what, as that explosive was sure to alert any other forces nearby to their position—but it seemed the time they had to work had just grown shorter still.

Senari closed his eyes again, breathing out slowly as he walked forward in the dark hallway. One step forward, feeling the air circulating through the building. Two steps. Three. A slight disturbance in the airflow, an eddy, a slight dead space that nobody would feel who wasn't attuned to the Force; and then the slightest whisper of a boot scuffing against durasteel. He whirled to his right, blue blade shimmering into existence again as it knocked aside a red, Senari narrowly avoiding his own untimely death. He stepped in closer, grasping the Sith's dominant wrist with his free hand, before throwing them down with a quick turn, bringing his blade down in the same movement to sever the hand that held their weapon, the Sith loosing a scream of pain.

"Keep to the edges of the hallway," he grumbled dismissively, as the Sith rose back up, eyes blazing with pain as they took their weapon in their off-hand. "Standing in the center like that makes you far too noticeable to be an effective assassin, no matter how well you can bend light. Didn't they teach you about air currents and fluid dynamics?"

It was over so quickly and he took no part in it. One room cleared out in a flash of light and a flurry of activity. Acaadi left one lightsaber at his belt, leaving himself a free hand. In another time he might have felt resentment at being kept away from the fight. It was there, at the back of his mind. It stayed there. This was the first time he had come to face the sith deliberately, surrounded by a group who knew what they were doing. He would learn. He would get his chance.

As soon as the security were disarmed he stepped inside. Farrina and Matvec had dealt with those inside without much of an issue. Acaadi clipped his saber back to his belt. Everything seemed secure until he felt a tremor through the Force.

The Dark Side of the Force.

Acaadi turned towards the door. The other three had moved further into the compound. Senari headed past and moved down the hall way too. A flash of blue and red follow as a sith seemed to emerge from the shadows themselves.

Acaadi activated both of his sabers, both a short and a long blade. He turned back down the corridor, facing the direction they had come from. Nothing stirred.

"Is this a trap?" he called out.

 

[Darth Insatious]

Theme​

Objective: Devour and consume of Cas Tynen's life essence
Enemies: Cadere (planned)
Gear: 2x red lightsabers and his Sith outfit

Feeling the impact of the FF-CAR1 impacting, Insatious was shot back a few feet, staggering from the impact. Holding himself to his chest, the Sith Lord "you have no idea, how insignificant you are, Casss!" whispered the eldritch-like voice in his mind like a growling-hiss. Following Cas with his eyes, Insatious blocked the aggressively striking at his side with equally fast manoeuvre with his own blade.

As the Jedi Knight went in for an overhead strike, aiming to kill the Sith Lord, Cas's attack was blocked, but not by Insatious's blade in hand, but another crimson blade. However, no one held the lightsaber, nor were there anyone else near them. Then the Jedi Knight would see Insatious let go of his other lightsaber, which didn't fall but stayed in the air, floating by his side.

Insatious would then turn around, raising both his hands and it was clear that the Sith Lord controlled the blades as both sabres came in for dangerously fast strikes and did not relent. The floating two blades kept coming in for quick, but lethal strikes, never attacking the same side twice. Insatious, on the other hand, raised his hand, increasing the speed of the lightsabers and the pressure they would strike at Cas.

The familiar dark red energy started to dance in the palm of the Lord's hands, "You. Are. MIIIINE" whispered the low threatening eldritch voice in Cas's mind.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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In the shadows of the tunnels beneath the Great Library, vaguely legible shapes writhed and squirmed along the walls and pipes. Oozing like tar, they moved in silence as the dark energy which suffused every stone of the library shielded their presence. They moved without eyes, but they could see their surroundings as clear as day. Information like that was transmitted back to the Dark Lord which directed them through the lower levels. Moving through maintenance halls, through vents, and up pipes in their eternal quest for whatever the shadows of the library had alerted them to.​

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Coalescing in the Dark Lord's mind was the image of multiple individuals congregating in a most unusual area below the main library floor. It was enough to cause for investigation, so the Dark Lord dispatched his slime-like spies to further inspect the area where they were. ​

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The shadows seemed to come alive with movement in the periphery of their vision, bleeding out beyond the bounds of where the shadows had naturally lain. Then, without warning except through the whispers of the Force, portions of the writhing shadows were whittled down into sharp points and strike out like spears from nearly every direction.​

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In the minds of those capable of Force Sight, it appeared as if an eye wrathed in turbulent flames had suddenly turned its gaze towards them.​

Yula Perl | Kaia Starchaser | Kaia Vullen | Alana Sunrider
Jerek Zenduu | Jaeson Starchaser | Jonu Zihtil | AMCO

 

[Centin Tillo]

Location: Voss-ka
Objective: Win
Allies: Risen Cato Harth
Enemies: Sith

The figure slowly walked towards him, the menacing red saber’s glow beginning to illuminate the security room as it crossed the threshold. Centin examined his surroundings quickly and gauged how he could use the environment to his advantage. There wasn’t much to take note of, the only feature of the barren room was the control board and its accompanying screens.

Right. Well, it looks like we’ll have to do this one the old fashioned way.

The padawan held his blade pointedly in his right hand and placed his left behind his back. It was a traditional Makashi stance, save for a slightly lackadaisical posture. He heard Cato’s voice in his ear, though it sounded like the knight was dealing with his own trouble. The noise faded as Centin focused on the task ahead and everything else melted into the background.

In a blur the two blades collided, the saber’s heat radiating across the boy’s face as he strained to block the near strike. That was a close one. His attacker relented for a moment, only to initiate a new assault. Their weapons clashed again and again, each block reaffirming the padawan’s confidence. They danced around the room and before long the match’s momentum began to swing. Centin’s technique became less defensive, instead taking more opportunities to go on the attack. He was beginning to gain ground.

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The Sith was on its heels and the boy could see it. If he pushed his advantage now there wasn’t any way he could lose. He steered the Sith towards the control panel with a plan to block its retreat. The moment his enemy’s back was pressed up against it he attacked with a feint to the right. The Sith moved to block the strike and its fate was sealed. Gotcha. Centin quickly diverted the attack and held the blade aloft, preparing for an overhead blow. He brought the saber down rapidly but his concentration broke as a grin peeked out from under the figure’s hood. Its red saber moved with a speed he hadn’t anticipated and knocked his blade aside, the forceful strike instead landing on the control panel. Sparks began to fly as the blade buried deep within the circuitry. That can’t be good. A cloaked hand sent the boy flying backwards, slamming against the opposite wall. His comm link flew off his ear and spun across the floor, a now-quiet voice calling out to him.

<Hey! Nice work, Centin…>

Cato was cut off with a crunch underneath the Sith’s boot. He sat there, slumped against the wall, and contemplated what went wrong. There’s no way. I had the Sith dead to rights. He replayed the sequence over in his head and was struck with a sudden realization. I was being played the whole time. The Sith had allowed him to believe he was in control, but he never had been. He’d played right into its hands.

It had already closed most of the distance between them, taking its time with the final approach. Centin rose and took stock of his situation. No sword. No comms. No backup. Not looking good. His back ached from the impact, a particularly dull pain growing near the small of his back. Well, that’s all I’ve got then. The figure reached him and raised its weapon to strike him. Like Centin had seen his master do to himself many times before, the padawan reached out, grabbed the figure’s wrist, and twisted. From his left hand he produced a shattered spear haft and plunged it deep within the Sith’s torso. The air grew still as the two held the pose, unmoving. Then his enemy’s grasp on its saber loosened and the crimson weapon fell to the floor.

He let out a heavy sigh of relief.

 

[Risen]

Objective: Save Cato. Save Everyone.
Dramatis Personae: Cato Harth Centin Tillo @Knightwatch, the Sith​

He was… fine. Roughed up, but standing. Risen hardly heard Cato over the ringing in his ears. He was fine, he was fine. No thanks to Risen, but he was fine. He leaned sweating against the doorframe, and thanked the Sisterhood for one life spared.

Centin’s name shook him back.

Cato called out over the comms. No response. Fresh panic burst in Risen’s chest like a scalding geyser, like he’d made the decision to leave Centin while sleeping and was only now waking up to it. They started running.

"He’s just a padawan!"

I know.

"Your padawan!"

I know.

“I handled the Sith,” Risen said between breaths. It was a straight shot to the second security room, and the only enemies he’d passed on the way to Centin… well, he and Cato passed their broken bodies on the way back.

Then why didn’t the boy respond? Was he hiding? Sky above, could Risen expect anyone to do as he said at this point? Memories lapped at his heels — he doubled pace to outrun them. He passed one of the Sith that had ambushed them. Only one.

Risen burst into the security room with his spear already forward. He swiveled to check each corner: a sparking console… a fallen Sith… Centin, weathered but unharmed. It couldn’t have been more than seconds after their battle. Risen kneeled to check the enemy’s vitals. They were well and incapacitated, this time, with a nasty fracture in their swordhand. One of the most basic martial defense techniques you could learn, but deadly effective once you committed the timing to instinct. Surprise was the key.

He turned on his padawan. “I told you to hide, boy, I told you…” But an overwhelming fatigue cut the admonition short, the emotional stress of the last few minutes finally taking its toll, like he’d just been bludgeoned with cudgels for an hour. Not to mention, his earlier maneuver left blisters across his back and stomach, which bled and tacked his shirt to his torso.

Tiredness tempted him to collapse then and there, but somehow he resisted. Risen placed a hand on Centin’s shoulder. No words — he was always the worst at that part. Then he ambled back to the doorway, facing out into the hall.

He’d nearly lost everything.

But maybe not so nearly.

 

[Cadere]

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Objective: Buy the Rangers time
Enemies: Darth Insatious
Gear: Lightsaber, 3x Stimpacks, FF-CAR1, Standard Attire

It worked. Thank the Force it worked! He'd definitely have to thank Mat big time after all this was over - assuming Cas even survives this encounter. Insatious' chilling voice echoed in the Knight's mind again, prompting him to jerk his head slightly and shut one eye tight as if he was forcing the Sith Lord's voice out of his mind.

Following the Sith Lord's defence against Cas' attacks, the young Jedi was shocked to see that a second crimson lightsaber was blocking his blade. Eyes widening, he noticed that nothing was holding it and that, in fact, Darth Insatious was holding it through telekinesis. If Cas wasn't fighting so hard to ensure the Rangers' complete their mission, he'd honestly be impressed right now. "Oh, Kriff..." Cas muttered to himself as the Lord of Hunger let go of his first lightsaber and it too began to float.

Insatious' floating lightsabers' assault on the young Jedi would force him to go on the backfoot, reverting to Shien in order to effectively defend himself. Thankfully, Cas' cybernetic arm as well as his natural speed was able to keep up with both lightsabers' relentless attack on him. Despite this, it didn't stop him from getting another quip in "Tired you out already, tall, dark and ugly? At least dignify me by fighting me properly!" as he defended himself, eyes fluttering between both lightsabers waiting for the opportunity to strike. The Sith Lord's voice echoed in his mind again and the only thing the Jedi responded with was "You... might... want to get... in line!" between fatiguing breaths.

"Knight Tynen! We're at the command centre and taken out most of the opposition but..." the Commander radioed in, before he could finish his sentence Cas heard the creatures that accompanied Insatious earlier "... there's these creatures clad in red! We've managed to kill one but I've never seen anything like it!" Cas continued blocking and would respond through breaths "Just... hang in there... keep on the defensive... ugh!... whatever you did to kill one of them... do... it... again!" Cas suggested before ending the call. He wished he could help, but they'd have a better chance at success if Insatious was kept busy.

Beginning to grow tired, the Kiffar desperately resisted the urge to tap into the Dark side again as it practically called to him, amplifying tenfold in the Sith Lord's presence. To survive this, Cas would have to draw on the Light this time. "Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force..." he stated in his mind repeatedly. With the next two strikes incoming, Cas would block the first attack before angling his lightsaber to parry the next attack, hopefully knocking it off-course. In the split-second window he had, the Jedi Knight lunged forward over the lightsabers and landed on the ground with a roll, getting up one one knee Cas threw both arms forward and with it discharged a powerful Force push, hoping to break the Sith Lord's concentration and if it did, the Jedi would rush toward his opponent and hope to catch him defenceless.

Although, with a Sith Lord of this calibur - Cas was sure he'd have something up his sleeve.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Blood.

A terrible storm unleashed from within that dark tower like a swirling maelstrom of umbral blackness, the stench of blood heavy on the air as it moved like a force beyond nature. As the invaders landed within the city of Voss-ka and their assault began in earnest the horror descended upon them and bathed their arrival in fire. The figure that emerged was a walking mountain, a colossal titan in Sarrassian Iron. He moved with all the inevitability of an avalanche as he surged through the streets, that monstrous runeblade in hand. In single motions he shattered vibroblades, cast lightsabers aside and cut men in twain. From his open palm came manifested blasts of dark side blasts to disintegrate flash beneath their fury, weapons emerged from within the giants vambraces and unleashed devastating payloads as he blasted, burned, and blew any who crossed in his path into pieces.​

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This was violence? This was something more. It wasn't enough to simply kill them no. He brutalized them. Mutilated them. It was seemingly violence purely for the sake of it, excessive on every level. The Lord of Lies took to the field under a cloak of death, a fiendish helm surrounded his head as his HUD streamed tactical data into the interface. Every detail of the unfolding battle from engagements, troop positions. Information flooded in as it came available right through his power armor's advanced command and control systems. As the Supreme Commander he was effectively the highest military official within the Empire, all forces aligned with the Sith Empire were under his jurisdiction. The tactical suite was specifically designed by the most brilliant minds. As he often led from the front it wasn't always optimal to command from a war room. Instead? The war room was installed within the suit. In response to the newly landed valkyri a force of the Blackblade Guard had been scrambled to meet them. Fast attack elements were sent in to bottleneck and try to keep them all concentrated together, while the other elements moved in to begin the full engagement in earnest.​

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As for the giant? There was another who called for him. A presence more profound than any other within the system and one that had not been seen on the battlefield for a long, long time. It is hard to describe Thurion Heavenshield within saying that he is in the question as quite possibly one of if not the single greatest jedi of the modern era. General, Jedi Grandmaster, High King. The famous Lion King of Midvinter had long retired his robes for the crown and returned to his roots, off to bury his head in the snow. But now something had drawn the old lion from his den, something had brought the great enemy out of the safety of that snowy world. That was what drew the giant into a breaking charge straight towards him, a crashing monster. There was only one name he roared through the streets.​

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"HEAVENSHIELD" ​

Thurion Heavenshield ​

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Equipment: Armour, Rifle, Grenades, Sidearm 1, Sidearm 2, Sabre, Knife, Wrist Weapon.

Enyo saw the Jedi Master charge towards the Imperial soldiers at the head of the Valkyri. But that was not her concern.. The Imperials could deal with the charging Valkyri - or not. She did not care either way. Her attention lay elsewhere, namely on another Jedi. Lining up a shot, she took aim. The electronic sights of her rifle were aligned with her cybernetic eye as the systems interfaced.

Her gaze followed the Jedi as she poured the Force into her body and ran across the open field. The Jedi was a blur of motion, but Enyo followed her sprint nonetheless. Her finger was on the trigger, but before she could depress it, the Jedi had abruptly vanished from sight, though her dash could still be heard. Enyo's expression remained impassive, save for something close to annoyance crossing her features.

Without a sound leaving her throat, she got up. Even as she was replaying the moment in her mind, she quickly headed down the stairs and then vacated her hideout. Just before she stepped out, she triggered her armour's cloaking device. With that, she turned invisible to sight. Moreover, she pulled at the tangled web of power that was Force, willing it to shroud her in the shadows and bury her Force presence beyond even what the Taozin amulet could.

And so she followed the Jedi. The hybrid was fast. Her quarry was invisible, but there were other ways to track. She was running, and there were clues to follow. They were not exactly on solid surface after all. First she followed the direction she had seen the Jedi seemed to have taken before she bent the light around her, then she followed the trail - the sight of dust being thrown into the air, footprints in the dirt, disturbed grass.

The small details did not escape the eye of the hybrid. With her technopathic abilities, she was sensitive to technology, but her senses had not picked anything up when the Jedi disappeared. This meant she had to be using the Force. It was a technique Enyo knew, too. Eventually, the Jedi would drop her cloak, either because she had reached her destination or because Force Cloak could be quite taxing if employed for an extended duration of time. Enyo would follow - and then strike.

Coci Heavenshield

 

[(Just) Duncan]

Location: Voss-Ka
In Scene: Kingsley Joycelyn Zambrano
Action: Splash around, steal a thing
Allies: Theoretically SJO

Duncan didn't know what immortal meant. But it was still fairly certain the other sortavian was using the word wrong. Then again, Duncan thought most things used words wrong.

Stop!

Thief!

That goose bit my son!

Total waste of words really, all of them.

Duncan had other things that interested it far more. Right now? The goose was incredibly happy to splash around in the first puddle it came across. Wings out, flapping and turning in a circle. A small series of contented honks that didn't really raise above the volume of the water gushing. The splashing might attract attention. However, when someone came around the corner?

There was no sign of the goose.

As the pair approached their nexus point, the goose was, for the moment, observing. Head cocking to the side from the top of a pile of crates. It could watch both beings as they neared from opposite directions.

Perhaps a smarter creature would have just watched. Stayed quiet and let nature take its course.

But we have already commented on Duncan's intelligence.

HONK

Loud and disruptive, right as the other two would catch sight of each other.

 

[Darth Insatious]

Theme​

Objective: Devour and consume of Cas Tynen's life essence
Enemies: Cadere (planned)
Gear: 2x red lightsabers and his Sith outfit

The Dark Side of the force was immense, as the Lord of Hunger radiated it in such a magnitude that everything around them withered away as the corruption took hold of its life. The very ground started to shake, having small bits and pieces of dirt, rocks and anything not heavy to levitate around them. It would very quickly become obvious that the Sith Lord started to reveal some of his strength in the force, the more Cas manages to annoy him and avoid death.

With both hands thrown forward to meet the force attack, the shockwave didn't do much in terms of damage but it did manage to make Insatious skid across the dirt. Echo of his eldrich voice broke through as whisperings around them, or was it in Cas's head? Insatious's voice felt invasive as it whispered inaudible words to the Jedi Knight.

The Sith Lord suddenly disappeared in a cloud of dark red mist, which sped through the air and land further away from the Jedi, appearing again physically. However, Cas wouldn't have much if any time for a breather as the two lightsabers would come in for multiple and vicious attacks on him.

Having a fair distance now between them the Lord of Hunger would be able to go back on the offensive and offensive he did. The floating lightsabers' attacks got worse and unpredictable. Randomly, when they went in for a swing, the hilt would extinguish the blade as it swung, only to immediately ignite went passed through Cas's defence, cutting him.

The Sith Lord started to approach the Jedi Knight, not letting Cas get a break for the relentless lightsaber attacks and took control over the force and gathered a powerful shockwave, sending directly into Cas, with the intent of sending him flying back. If the force attack connected, the Sith Lord would launch himself into the air, sending the first lightsaber directly at him, while coming in himself with the second blade in hand ready to end Cas for good.

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Beltran Rarr

Location: City of Voss-Ka, Tower of Prophecy courtyard
Objective: Engage in posturing with Ingrid L'lerim prior to damaging her ;-)
Allies: SJC and allied personnel, Mathieu Brion
Enemies: The Sith and allied personnel, eventually engaging Ingrid L'lerim
Loadout:

• Armor: Katarn Mk. II Combat Armor
• Clothing: Katarn Undersuit, Bantha Load-bearing system
• Primary Weapons: 10mm Pulse Rifle
• Secondary Weapons: Death-Dealer Handcannon (drop holster, right hip - loaded with Sith-Killer Ammunition), Pulse Pistol (chest holster) Lightsaber (clipped to waist), Lightsaber Pike (strapped to back), Wrist Mounted Blaster (right wrist), Tactical Vibroblade (right boot)

Commanding: Paladin Company (150 Rangers)

”You are naive, child, you always start this, not those you think are evil. I have taken a defensive stance, but he is already instructing his men to attack."​

Beltran might have considered this statement to have merit, had he not met every Sith he'd ever encountered on the battlefield while defending a world they had invaded. Kashyyyk, Kintan, Onderon, Myrkr and a dozen others. This was the first time in Beltran's entire career with the Rangers that the Silver Jedi had invaded a Sith held world. A world that had once supported the Silver Jedi and been their capital. A world that been invaded by the Sith and whose populace had been ground under their heels ever since.​

That being said, Beltran had no love for the Jedi dogma either. It was true that the Silver Jedi tended toward such self-righteousness that it didn't even border on arrogance, but dove full on into it. Yes, there were individual Jedi he respected. But as a whole, he actually agreed with Ingrid L'lerim that they were just as much to blame for the continuing, endless, war.​

No, it wasn't because Beltran loved the Jedi that he fought on their side. He did it because at least when the dust settled, the Jedi would leave the people their freedom. Their endorsement of the new Concordia government in recent months had proved such.​

"Oh, and I'm not a Sith!”​

To this, Beltran actually did respond verbally. "You are who you stand for." He told her simply. "You're every bit as much of a Sith as I am a Jedi. We are both neither, and yet we stand with them, so we might as well be treated the same." Whether or not she used the Dark Side mattered little to Beltran. To him it was all relative, anyway. She was aiding the Sith and trying to stop him and his men from liberating this world. So she was a Sith.​

An instant later, the first shots rang out and the carnage ensued. Beltran had expected that the woman had a trick up her sleeve. That was a forgone conclusion. She'd had to have something to meet their force with, or she wouldn't have come out here to face them all by herself.​

The first soldier she attacked recoiled by reflex, taking the savage blade attack on his arm. The durasteel plating parted under the onslaught, almost as if some unseen force was driving the blade to cut deeper and hit harder than was expected. For his part, the Ranger didn't scream as one of the blades bit deep into his flesh. He stumbled back, dropping his rifle and then collapsed in a heap.​

On Beltran's command HUD, he saw the soldier's vitals disappear. Whatever had been coated on those blades was extremely deadly.​

Beltran trained his rifle on the woman but held his fire. He was familiar with Force Teleportation. It was a skill that his sometimes-mentor Laertia Io used from time to time. When she disappeared a split-second later, Beltran didn't bother looking for her. He knew that she would announce herself with a new attack. Instead, he drew upon the Force. He used the mystical energy to strengthen himself, to make him faster and more agile and to increase the acuity of his senses.​

A few beats later, a new attack came. This Ranger managed to swing the but of their rifle at the woman even as she cut him deep in the belly. It was a commendable level of skill and awareness on the part of his soldier, but it didn't not save the man's life. He too fell to the ground, dead before he even impacted the surface.​

Perhaps the woman expected that a series of attacks like this would sow chaos amongst his ranks, but it didn't. Each Ranger held their position stoically, moving the barrels of their rifles slowly about. A third attack would leave another Ranger dead, but now Beltran saw the pattern. She was working her way toward himself and Jedi Mathieu Brion .​

That made perfect sense. Cut the head of the snake and the body will die. Kill the leaders and the Rangers will flee. It was simple, but effective logic. Beltran opened up a com to the force under his control, but also spoke out loud so the woman-wherever she was-would hear him. "First platoon," He said, indicating squad that Ingrid was currently taking apart and two others who had remained outside the walls to hold the gate. "Ignore her attacks and advance on the building as quickly as possible. Once there, move inside and secure it. If you encounter anyone that isn't Voss, kill them."​

The remaining nine troopers of Beltan's personal squad was quickly joined by an additional twenty-four troopers and they all began to move rapidly to ward the building. Beltran walked quickly in the midst of them, beckoning Mathieu to join him. Quietly, he spoke to the Jedi. "She's not here for the Sith. She's here for herself." He told the younger man. "There's something, or someone, in that Tower that she values enough to face us alone. If we move to endanger it, she will have to change tactics and attack us more directly. She can't pick us all off one by one before we get there. Be ready, I suspect she will strike at us soon. When she does, engage her, do not hesitate."​

 

[Naria Harth]

LOCATION: Voss-Ka
OBJECTIVE: Secure the halls, move out.
FRIENDS: Risen | Centin Tillo | Naria Harth | Senari Gravis | Farrina | Matvec Triddol | Acaadi
FOES: Sith

Spoiler

THE FORCE IS WITH ME​

Objective: Infiltrate.
Equipment: Lightsaber, Robes
Tags: | Senari Gravis | Risen | Farrina | Naria Harth | Centin Tillo | @Knightwatch |

The idea seemed to be taken well.

If the smile on his face could be any brighter, it might’ve grown a bit as they began to split into groups based on the suggestion he had made. While he wasn’t in charge here, not one bit whatsoever, he still wanted to see the mission succeed. Working together as a cohesive unit towards one goal would only make them stronger. And if they could cut off a part of their enemy that would make that goal harder to achieve, then it only made sense to at least try. That being said, he was perfectly fine with the idea changing, and Farrina ‘s words were met with a nod from the Nautolan. “Whatever we need to do to make sure we have coverage on both areas, we should do.”

The young man ( Cato Harth ) that spoke up soon after, if the muttering words he spoke could be considered speaking up, caught Matvec’s attention. It was a good idea as well. No reason to get violent if they could avoid it. The…meathead’s comment was a bit uncalled for, but was as quickly shrugged off as Matvec just rolled with the punches. The Nautolan did flash Naria a teasing raised eyebrow. No harm in it. "Tailhead. Not a meathead."

As the others began to split off into the two groups, ending up with two knights and the padawan learner heading toward the security with the rest of the group making their way to the command center, his dark eyes turned to regard Senari with a thoughtful gaze. Playing to everyone’s strengths would be key, and his fellow knight knowing exactly where those lied for him was quite helpful. “You take the middle, as you suggested. Myself and our long haired friend,” a quick motion to Farrina followed, “will sweep around the sides. Should clear out the room quick and efficient.” He was ready to let the team headed for security handle their business before they busted into the command center, but Naria seemed to have a different idea.

Force light. A wonderful, devious idea. They would never know what hit them.

Matvec gave her a wide grin and a wink, his tentacles flopping back and forth as he nodded. Time to do this, then. Taking the explosive from the woman’s hand, he did as directed and placed the small device on the handle. Then, the countdown began. The countdown…to the fun.

Three…

Two…

One…

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

The entire corridor rocked as the control room doors were blown clean from their hinges, going flying into the room of unsuspecting soldiers. Just as the plan dictated, first came the flash of light from Naria’s palm, then Senari’s boisterous entrance. Once they occurred, only then would Matvec push forward, flinging himself to the side off the room with two quick bounds. The solider he landed next too seemed quite surprised to see him, something that he regarded with a smirk before flinging the man into the stack of servers behind him. Elsewhere in the room, the rest of his comrades would begin the cleaning up of the trash quickly. He just hoped they were quick enough, and that the security team had had the chance to complete their objective as well.

​

Naria Harth Senari Gravis Risen Centin Tillo
Matvec Triddol
Cato Harth

Farrina stepped aside as Naria pushed them forward, the tone of her voice now a worry for the woman at another time. The group had deeper wounds than they let on it seemed. The hooded face turned when Matvec and Naria began to enact their plan. The slight shake of her head a sign of preparation as she watched the handle before a hand covered her face in the moment the area exploded with light.

Had she been of Hapan birth, she might have enjoyed the lightshow, but with how dim the sith seemed to keep their surroundings, likely the opposite. The door burst open, the initial sounds from inside of fear and pain as the woman took to the side.

The person had covered their eyes with an arm, hand nearly on their ear as Farrina pressed her left hand onto their extended elbow and put pressure to keep it there. Her right hand turned to a point, pointer and middle finger forming a non-lethal weapon as two strikes to the ribs had the arm seizing in place before the hand opened and grabbed their neck.

Her leg swept behind their knee as she shifted around them, her right hand applying pressure as they tumbled back and lost balance against the waiting hooked leg and was promptly tossed to the ground.

There was crack from their landing, her mouth forming a tight oh as she realized how much pressure she had put into move. Her leg pushed behind their left arm, locking around their neck before the other leg interlocked with the first, pushing away while she pulled on their right arm. Hearing a pop, and feeling the struggle go out of them, she rolled quickly to get back up to a fighting stance. The whole scene lasted mere moments as she prepared to move to the next enemy.

LOCATION: Voss-Ka
OBJECTIVE: Don’t die
FRIENDS: Risen | Centin Tillo | Naria Harth | Senari Gravis | Farrina | Matvec Triddol | Acaadi
FOES: Sith

Cato tapped incessantly across the console, having a fight of his own with the system. The metal of the door behind him screeched as a burning red saber pierced through it, beginning to cut a makeshift entry into the room, “Occupied!”

A chunk of the door exploded into the room with a Force push, the two culprits, one male and one female humanoid, stepping inside and facing down the lone Knight. “Haven’t you guys ever heard of knocking?” They sprang forward, giving him little more time to react as he sidestepped their strikes, the red blades searing into walls and floors with reckless abandon. Cato attempted to steer them away from the console, not wanting to chance destroying their progress. He breathed deeply, ducking and dodging their flurry of strikes, one blade running dangerously close to his face, the angry hum of the weapon vibrating in his ear. He activated his commlink, reaching out to his partners as well as Naria Harth and her team,

<Alright folks! We had a bit of a setback but-- we’re right on track! Please be sure to keep your hands and feet inside the ride at-- would you stop interrupting me?!>

The swinging blades could be overheard through his comm, Breaking the flow of his quippage.

<Nobody panic! Just some sith goons. Should be-- no problem!>

He leapt across the room, nearly tricking one of the warriors to strike his own teammate, but to no success. The two charged forward again to resume their onslaught. Cato put on a jokingly dramatic voice,

<If I die-- bury me on Zeltros! I wanna make a party out of it. Risen’s not invited. Oh and make sure to tell Yula-- I went out like a badass! Also->

His last thought was cut off, as one of the Sith’s blades swung just near enough to sear through Cato's jacket. “Dude! Not the merchandise! Have some class.”

The Knight finally ignited his own weapon, bright white illuminating the walls and battling the crimson glow for dominance. His crossguards ignited in tandem, each one successfully blocking a strike from each of the Sith, locking Cato and the two figures in a bind. He strained against their combined strengths, each blade hovering on either side of his head. It only just now occurred to him that it would be rather unfortunate if he did actually die here, as the man would prefer to not be buried on Zeltros in truth. Damned be his sense of humor. He looked to the female Sith, smirking even under his visible struggle, “So… come here often?”

With that, Cato ducked, slipping out of the bind and gaining distance as his opponents tangled together. He glanced back at the console, waiting desperately for the call to come through to hit the deactivation. Alas, no rest for the weary, blurs of red were quickly upon him once again, the distinct clashing of lightsabers echoing out of the room and into the halls.

Naria Harth Senari Gravis Farrina Matvec Triddol


It was over so quickly and he took no part in it. One room cleared out in a flash of light and a flurry of activity. Acaadi left one lightsaber at his belt, leaving himself a free hand. In another time he might have felt resentment at being kept away from the fight. It was there, at the back of his mind. It stayed there. This was the first time he had come to face the sith deliberately, surrounded by a group who knew what they were doing. He would learn. He would get his chance.

As soon as the security were disarmed he stepped inside. Farrina and Matvec had dealt with those inside without much of an issue. Acaadi clipped his saber back to his belt. Everything seemed secure until he felt a tremor through the Force.

The Dark Side of the Force.

Acaadi turned towards the door. The other three had moved further into the compound. Senari headed past and moved down the hall way too. A flash of blue and red follow as a sith seemed to emerge from the shadows themselves.

Acaadi activated both of his sabers, both a short and a long blade. He turned back down the corridor, facing the direction they had come from. Nothing stirred.

"Is this a trap?" he called out.

"Ya, kid. It's a trap," came Naria's response to Acaadi, the woman close on his heel as their peers moved in a flurry of motions around them, protecting their back.

The dance was fluid, everyone moving around them like leaves in the wind as Naria pressed onwards.

[Secure the halls. We need to move on guys, pace is everything tonight,] her voice murmured softly through their minds. She put a hand on Acaadi's shoulder, letting the group secure the last few rooms as she paused to speak with him.

"You keep your senses sharp. Don't look-- feel. They'll be hiding in the shadows, you can't trust your eyes. Understood?"

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

​

The Lion vs The Tower
Heart of Voss-Ka
Allies: Arden Durane
Enemies: Darth Prazutis

The Valkyri in their powered-up suits of armour were effectively doubled in size, hefting great and terrible melee weapons that would otherwise require three men to carry. Their greatest advantage against modern weaponry was the energy shield each suits carried on their left arm, capable of deploying it and locking together with their comrades to create a wall that would block and absorb entire barrages of blaster rounds, effectively forcing the enemy to face them in melee.

The defenses seemed paltry at first, caught off-guard by the tactical deployment inside the city even as the greater war was being fought on the outskirts. The SIth troopers were in disarray as armoured giants seemed to fall from the skies at random, but after the initial shock of the assault they were able to form up at crucial checkpoints and intersections to put up a worthy fight. Thurion, alongside his staunch Lord Commander Arden, was leading from the front as he always had.

That was before the arrival of the dreaded Blackblade Guard, elite followers to the House of Zambrano. These were not your ordinary soldiers, capable of matching the Valkyri in sheer violence and brutality. This only served to spur his forces on further, however; there was nothing a Valkyri enjoyed more than the chance to face a mighty foe their equal.

Thurion, however, knew now it was inevitable. The Shadow Hand announced his presence, and the two found themselves staring down the other, each escorted by their respective elite retinues.

"Lord Commander," he addressed Arden at his side while calmly extinguishing his lightsaber and clipping the hilt to his belt. "You have command of the army. Lead the charge towards the Tower of Prophecy, liberate the Mystics from their Sith overlords. I'll be dealing with this one."

The palm of his hand wrapped itself around the grip of his sunlight blade, letting the steel ring as it was pulled from its sheath. Anarion was its name in elvish, imbued with the power of the sun itself. "Go, and may the Force be with you."

His blue eyes defied the terrifying gaze of the dark titan.

"Braxus of House Zambrano. I have come to repay my debt to the people of Voss by liberating them from the horrors of the Sith Empire. You are in my way."

With swords in hand, the two towering warriors clashed in the heart of Voss-Ka. Paragons of Light and Dark, they would ever be destined to face each other in relentless combat; like fire and ice, neither would let the other win.

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Location: Outside the Tower of Prophecy, Voss-Ka, Voss
Equipment: Ashlas wristguard | Blaster pistol with a stun setting | Stun baton | Two Lightsabres | Brion Substance Regulator | Electromagnetic pulse emitter | Jedi Robes | One-time-use Jump Jet
Allied tag: Beltran Rarr
Hostile tag: Ingrid L'lerim AMCO

Mathieu did exactly what he intended to do, regardless of whether she teleported or not. As soon as he saw her near her first victim, he allowed the force to fuel his body. With tremendous force and speed, he leaped towards the one who Beltran labeled as Sith. The Padawan arrived too late and saw as all that his blade cut through was nothing but thin air. It only took a few short moments to shift his attention to the ranger whom she had attacked.

Extinguishing his blade, the Padawan rushed to the man's side to catch him before he fell, but it became obvious soon enough - it was too late, he was already gone. Saddened and confused, Mathieu set the man down, only turning around in time to see the woman leave her second foe nearby. The large Morellian assumed a defensive stance and activated his sabre once more.

There seemed to be a pattern of her going closer to Beltran's position - but then she appeared on Mathieu's other side. It didn't matter because he would leap at her regardless. The blue blade was ignited and he was fully ready to swing at her. He was behaving way more aggressively than he normally would but their foe was killing good people with impunity and that could not be allowed to continue. A bitter taste spread through his mouth as the assassin once more seemed to have got away with it. He wished that his Master Kei Westbrook was there - for he would usually know how to deal with all kinds of foes and right now, the Padawan was at a loss.

Beltran seemed to know what he was doing however, Mathieu could hear him while still standing close by the third fallen Ranger. Move up to the temple? It seemed as good of an idea as any, because the had already proven that Mathieu had great difficulties catching up to the foe - going on like they were now simply didn't seem sustainable. Still, there was a certain callousness to the command which irked him. It was a challenge: Go on, keep killing, we will reach our objective and win the war instead

Maybe that is why Beltran was a Captain and Mathieu still a Padawan. The former Mercenary recognised himself in the sort of mindset that Beltran was in - but he could no longer bring himself to enter it. Not anymore.

Mathieu moved closer to Beltran once more. The man told him what he had in mind. "Yeah" he replied, with a slight shade of remorse in his voice but still, he nodded. A hard but sound decision had been taken and here, working together was what was important. Together with the larger group of Rangers, he started moving in towards the Tower with a defensively held blade and his senses being on full alert.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire, Overlord of the Eternal Empire, the Emperor's hand
The Red Witch; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Tower of Prophecy, Voss-Ka, Voss
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | 2x red blade lightsaber shoto | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour| Shield talisman | G1 OmniLink | BCR-X10 Sniper Rifle | Empyrean gland | Taozin amulet
Ground forces: 40/40 Gormak Irregulars
Allies: AMCO
Enemies: Mathieu Brion | Beltran Rarr

Background music:
Sabaton – Rise of Evil​

How much she disliked these theological views when someone decides to put everyone under a hat. She was similar to Adrian in this view as well, they both thought the same thing. However, she did not have much time and tried to reduce the number of enemies. Their armour was strong, it was quite resistant even to her weapons, but even so they managed to cut them. The pain caused by the poison seemed to be strong enough to kill the soldiers.

The Jedi tried to do something against the red-haired woman who was also prepared for it, so because of the good movements she could not reach her. She had already reduced her opponent to a friendlier number. The initial 14 v 1 has now been reduced to 11 v 1. When the man gave the order to move on and instructed them to leave Ingrid and not care, she already knew the other would call for reinforcements. That's exactly what happened, two dozen more soldiers arrived, completely ruining the woman's chances. In fact, she would still have attacked them, but she knew it was unlikely that she would kill everyone before they reached the temple.

She knew the soldiers inside had no chance against Karza’arana, but she didn’t want to reveal this trump card to see what firepower they actually had. Ingrid was really worried about Adrian, the soldier wasn't wrong about that, but she trusted her lover's creatures to be able to protect their creator. Still, she didn’t want the enemy to get into the building and be near her fiancé.

~ The enemy is heading in large numbers towards the entrance. I can’t hold up so much alone, my love. I would be glad if you would send about forty or fifty gormaks in front of the entrance. ~

A moment later she felt the wordless feedback from her lover that he was taking action. Then she didn't have to bother with it, just to stop the enemy. She deactivated her invisibility, did not specifically go after the company, so she was a good few meters behind. She really had no doubt that the man would really execute the helpless and unconscious Adrian, but she wouldn’t let herself panic. She suppressed the feelings that made her do this.

”Halt! I offer a deal. A decent duel. You and the kid, against me. If you win you can go to temple. If I win, you will leave and your people can do it unscathed. If you want, you can also be assured that this will happen.”

Her voice was still infinitely cold, she spoke calmly, there was no sign of panic or worry. Meanwhile, forty gormak soldiers arrived at the temple gate before the enemy reached it.

​

 

[Kat Decoria]

Location: Voss
Equipment: Durasteel armour, Saber Pike, Cybenetic Legs, Rifle, M1-NI, 10x Elite Rescue Rangers
Objective: Keep the civilians safe
Location: Voss
Interactions: Open
​

Mini was on her comms, letting her know what it was doing and keeping her ship safe. Stretching her limbs, Kat moved toward the city and dispatched her soldiers on their mission. Their red armour glinted in the sunlight, Kat frowned, she wasn't sure red was a good colour but it proved well in tests. Especially in warzones, the people felt safe with the rangers. Fingers clutching her staff as she moved forward, there were cries of civilians scared of the attack, Kat moved to some and saw them flinch away from her touch. Scared of her, scared of a Jedi. These people have been living under Sith rule for so long that it was clear the Sith manipulated them into believing the Jedi were the real bad guys. That was the only answer... Or was it? Kat realised she could look Sith or Jedi, these people were just scared of warring Force Users, her Lightsaber gave her away as a Force User.​

Kat swallowed hard, she realised that for normal people, Lightsabers were just dangerous weapons not the symbols of peace that Jedi perceive them to be. This was all terrifying to Kat, realising that she wasn't helping people, or at least it didn't appear to be help for now. She knew that the Jedi would improve the lives of people here but, did that mean right now bringing war, even if the SJC were trying to be peaceful as possible, was helping them? It was always going to be hard to push the Sith back without conflict happening, the Sith strived in war. Strapping her saber pike to her back, Kat moved closer with her hands out wide to show she wasn't going to be violent.​

This didn't make things easier, the Force was something people could use with their hands but she removed her helmet and sighed as she tried to smile warmly. "I am here to help, to lead you away from the conflict and keep you safe. My men can help provide aid and they are determined to keep you safe, all of you. That is our job, please help in saving you." The civilians looked puzzled, unsure what to believe but understood that the war was coming either way so leaving was necessary. "I am so sorry that this is happening but we aren't here to cause war with you, just keep you safe." Kat commented as she guided a small family to the safe zone.​

 

[Amani Serys]

OBJECTIVE: ???
LOCATION: Voss-Ka
FRIENDS: Sith
FOES: Caden Evesa | Jedi
EQUIPMENT: Lightsaber Pike Healer's Hand

Amani strayed away from the sounds of war as the center of Voss-ka became embroiled in conflict. The noise only further disoriented the girl, forcing her to stop in her tracks and take a moment to recuperate. She leaned against the nearest wall, gripping her temple as it throbbed in pain. Finally, the familiar presence became clearer. Acaadi ? She recognized it, however faintly. So she had friends here after all. It took all of Amani’s self-restraint to not sprint straight towards it. Her life had been filled with unknowns, strangers at every turn since she left. Something familiar would have been a balm.

But it also would have destroyed her entire purpose before she could even truly start. There was still work to be done. If she faced one of her friends now, Amani would almost have certainly given up and returned home. Run to those closest to her and beg them for forgiveness. If they even believed her, or allowed her. She was a traitor in their eyes. She knew it in her heart. Surely there was no way they would forgive her.

Before she could even give it a second thought, there was another presence, not the one she had been searching for. Though it seemed it was searching for her. Amani stood rigid as the sound of someone landing behind her crept up. Slowly, she turned around, facing the figure that now stood across the street.

"Are you... Amani?"

She blinked. Peering more closely, the faintest indication of recognition glinted in her eye. He was a padawan like herself. Was. “...Caden.” Caden Evesa. The two had never had an official meeting, but she had heard of him all the same. A promising and prodigious wielder of the Force. Not unlike herself, though Amani would never acknowledge any degree of status on her part. Caden had left before even she, though the details of his departure were hazy. Rumors and gossip weren’t something she typically took part in. She could only hope he had not fallen down a path similar to hers. Given the robes he adorned, that didn’t seem to be the case. But it still put them on opposing sides.

“What are you doing here?” Amani’s eyes darted across the street, looking for potential exits. She didn’t want a fight, but paranoia drove her to stay wary. “Look, you should really go. It’s not safe here.” She swung back around, walking away from Caden and further down the street. As futile of an attempt as it was, she’d still secretly hoped it would dissuade him. Why turn this into more than it needed to be?

 

[Cato Harth]

LOCATION: Voss-Ka
OBJECTIVE: Chill
FRIENDS: Risen | Centin Tillo
FOES: Sith

Cato was no match for keeping up with Risen’s superior speed, even when he wasn’t actively recovering from a recent scrap. He was left in the dust, skidding to a halt in front of the room long after Risen had already gotten there. Cato sighed in relief upon seeing that the padawan was still alive. “Oh thank the Force. Not dead. Awesome.”

After his initial worry had dissipated, Cato was right back to acting like his old self, “You have… no idea… how much paper work that would have been.” He panted between breaths, slogging into the room and sliding down to a seat against the wall. Cato poked the welt on his forehead, flinching as he did so, "It was a bit hard to comprehend in the moment, but I think one of those guys actually smacked me with their pommel. How uncouth." He shrugged, chuckling once to himself, "Better than getting hit with the other end, I guess." Next he pulled up the tail of his coat, singed from the stray swing of a lightsaber. Now that was the real tragedy of today. Cato frowned, grumbling in defeat as he awaited their next move, “Hey, you think anyone’s gonna get upset if we just… hang out here for a second? Probably not, right?”

He turned his eyes towards the rest of the room, noting the Sith on the ground before he looked to Centin once more, “What happened?” He was hoping Risen would just chill out and let them breathe, but was ready to pick up the pace again if he started moving to regroup.