Skirmish Rumors-- SJC/TSE

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

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The crack of each shot he fired became like music to him. A rythm of death, stopping only briefly to reload before resuming its macabre song. He felled one Sith trooper after the next, until he came to the realisation that some of these feckers simply refused to die. Even under sustained fire they stood, seemingly unaffected by either his shots or those of his turrets.

"Where the feth is everyone?!"

It didn't take long for the Sith across the water to regroup and start to fight back, firing salvos of rockets at the turrets on each floor leading up to the rooftop. Several were taken out, greatly diminishing his ability to pin the enemy with each destroyed turret. In the end, he was down to only a few.

The Sith began to move on their location, their troopers likely trying to surround the building while their lightsaber-wielding masters went inside to finish them off. But the first person he laid eyes on coming up the stairs behind them was not Sith. At least, not at first glance.

"Nida! Get out of here, this place is gonna get overrun any minute," he called out to her, no longer bothering taking further shots. He'd brought the Siths' focus on him, hopefully giving Elise a long enough window to escape or for someone to rush in and get her out of harm's way.

Then, like a bolt of lightning, Darth Void struck. Kyra reacted fast by telekinetically sending a boulder their way. Thirdas slung his rifle onto his back before getting up and brandish his side-arm to take aim and fire off a few rounds, hoping to keep the Sith at bay long enough to devise an escape plan.

"Nida!"

Still no reply. He'd no time to notice the strange man by her side.

Quickly he devised a plan. He had one turret with him on the roof still functioning, and thus proceeded to paint their Sith attacker as a priority target before discarding his optics altogether. The turret swung its two barrels around and began firing relentlessly at the Sith Lord, hopefully pinning him in place for just a few precious moments.

Just for good measure, he tossed a flashbang grenade in the Sith's direction while he was pinned.

"Kyra, let's go! Head for the stairs!"

He reached out and grabbed her by the arm, forcefully pulling her away from the fight so they may make their escape. Nida was waiting for them.

"Nida, come on! We need to get outta here, now!"

He tried the same with her older Perl sister, but to his great surprise Nida wouldn't budge. It caused him to turn around and face her. There was something odd about her eyes, like she wasn't looking at him but rather through him.

"Nida...?"

Kyra Perl | Nida Perl | AMCO | Darth Prazutis ​

 

[Nida Perl]

Location | Abandoned Construction Site
Objective | Be Big Drama
Writing With | AMCO | Kyra Perl | Thirdas Heavenshield | Coren Starchaser | Darth Prazutis | Darth Void

The tumult of battle raged around her, but to Nida it was all white noise. Right now her focus was narrowed on the Heavenshield boy, even her own sister’s spike of confusion and fear blended into the background. Newly awakened, her very being struggled to process the shift in alignment. The one single thing she could zero in on was her target, driven by a hereditary feud in her blood.

Even his pleas for her to retreat fell on def ears. When Thirdas tried to pull her by the arm towards the stairs, Nida did not shift. He hadn’t used any force to grasp her arm, he never did, but Nida was clinically mindful of the strength of the Valkyri. Instead of fleeing, she looked up at Thirdas with wide eyes.

“Thirdas…I’m scared…” Whether believable or not, Nida would move to embrace Thirdas out of a faux need for comfort. Swiftly, she plunged the kal dagger into his torso, forcing the blade to it’s hilt.

From there she did not move, tilting her head up to watch his reaction with a vague, nebulous smile and nothing behind her eyes.

 

[AMCO]

Location: Near Starport, roof of construction site.
Objective: Truth in falsehood. Seek out and disable the assailants.
Writing With: Nida Perl | Darth Void || Thirdas Heavenshield | Kyra Perl
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Seeing the silent determination in the Nida's posture, Adrian opted to simply follow her, curious to see where she would go, what she would do. It would, he was sure, give some much-needed insight into her recently revised behavioural patterns.

Up and up and up the stairs they went, so much so that he was glad he was no longer tired - this would have exhausted the old him.

Clearly, the short Zeltron hadn't skipped leg day.

Drifting into the background as she confronted the sniper, the Sith Lord went unnoticed but by another Zeltron - no, not any Zeltron, Kyra Perl. A sister, how interesting... and had she called the gunman Thirdas? The Heavenshield? Oh, this was just getting better and better.

Raising an eyebrow as she drove a dagger into his torso, Adrian almost reacted - almost. The man could have been a valuable hostage, but this was her little operation, let her carry it out as she sees fit; instead, the Sith Lord turned his attention towards her younger sister, aura uncoiling now that their little deception was over with, his presence going from subtle to impossible to miss...

... and yet he made no move to harm or even incapacitate, he simply smiled. "Hello there Kyra, I'm Adrian. Let's leave the sniper in your sister's capable hands, shall we?" Eyes curious, he stepped closer. "Oh, and I would appreciate it if you would be so kind as to avoid doing anything stupid."

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

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Nida appeared unresponsive, until all of a sudden she looked up and told him she was scared. Thirdas stood still, completely dumbfounded at the exchange even as she stepped in to seemingly embrace him in the midst of their intended escape.

"Nida, what are y--"

At first he felt uncomfortable, a chafing sensation in his abdomen. His brows furrowed, his expression slowly contorting as he maintained eye-contact with the woman he loved since the moment they met and he first got to stare into those same eyes of hers. He let out a groan, his gaze dropping to the hilt of the beskar dagger sticking out of him. Her fingers wrapped around it.

Only now, upon realising what had just occurred, did the pain make itself known. He felt dizzy and began to stumble backwards towards the stairs.

In the midst of his fall he reached out to Nida with his metal hand in the vain hope that she would catch him, but she just stood there with the dagger still in her grasp, its blade now coloured red with his blood.

Thirdas, still holding onto Kyra, did not offer her a chance to respond to AMCO 's offer but instead took her with him in his fall down the stairs, somehow managing to wrap his body around hers to soak up the majority of each impact. By the time they'd stopped tumbling, his arms fell to his side, freeing her.

"Ky... run... that's not... Nid..."

He struggled to speak, bloody and bruised from the combination of stabbing and falling down the stairs.

"Find your dad... and get out of here..."

Expecting Kyra to make a run for it and leave him there, he pulled out another remote for the sole purpose of leveling this whole place, hidden in the palm of his hand as he clutched it to his chest. Explosives had been carefully placed on every supporting pillar as a last resort.

There were footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Please... go..."

Kyra Perl | Nida Perl | Darth Void ​

 

[Ra's]

Dueling Centin Tillo
Near Tulan Kor and Rezom

The force push was more effective than the Padawan might have expected, opening and making worse both of the Sith wounds, it was a bloody Kaleesh that Centin could feel behind soon , the badly wounded Sith and the young Jedi trade equal blows for a while during the pursuit, the Jedi being mainly in the defensive and the Kaleesh in the offensive. But the Padawan soon noticed how slow was the powerful Knight compared to what he expected, should he be surprise ? After all even a warrior like him can't go beyond his limits, fighting with his left arm only against a full condition Padawan was not easy for the Sith and soon Centin decided to finish the wounded Sith by going full offensive ,both crossed their weapons the Electro-Bisento against the Lightsaber, a weapon strength contest as just started.

 

[Mi'la Undari]

Location: Yavin IV, Construction Site.
Mission: Wait for the Signal| Wait for Help| Try to Help

Tags: Kyra Perl Thirdas Heavenshield Nida Perl AMCO
Fighting(?): Darth Void

All hell was breaking loose, and Mi'la wasn't sure what to do now. It was just supposed to be a simple grab and smash, nothing crazy, nothing complicated. Yet, here she was, things were on fire, people were being shot at, and lightsabers were lighting up all over the place. Sure, she was calm and collected on the outside, but inside she wasn't sure what to do. There was something going on near her, lots of emotions and changes in temperament were erupting, but she wasn't there to see it. At current, she listened to her comlink, trying to workout where she needed to go now that everything had fallen apart. That was about as useful as a screen door on a cruiser. Stumped, she sat back, trying to think of how to get back to the evac site, trying to think who she could get in touch with. Unfortunately for her, there was no one.

Explosions shook the padawan out of her daze, as reality came crashing back in. She needed to do something now, and fast. No more time to sit and think it through. Getting back to her feet, Mi'a ran towards the sounds of destruction, and found a site she wasn't sure how to handle. Several people stood, posed and seemingly ready to fight, perhaps she had made it after all. Igniting her two sabers, she could sense the malevolence moving towards their group, as well as a darkness that was starting to settle here. She clearly missed out of something, and she wasn't sure what. With the arrival of Darth Void , Mi'la found that perhaps they were out of their lead. Least they had the number advantage, but man it was not in their favor. Not to mention it was damn loud. "Okay, I don't know what is going on, but we should probably try and get out of here!" Mi'la would shout, turning her sabers to face the Darth that was heading their way. She was quick and still fresh, where as they probably were not. Running towards the bolder that had been thrown down, Mi'la would give a shout out to her fellow allies, before engaging the Sith. "I'll distract the Sith, you guys just do your thing!"

Landing with a twirl, the Twi'lek would land behind Void, smiling with a degree of false confidence as she knew this wasn't going to go well. "Hey there, looking for me?" She would taunt, hoping to distract the Sith away from her comrades. She felt pretty good about her odds of escaping at the moment, but it wasn't going to be easy. Still, she was a padawan of Sakadi Marathi Sinvala , she couldn't run away while her allies lives were at stake. "I'll let you get the first strike, just try not to miss." Oh yea, she was going to regret this.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Location: Roof top
Tags: Nida Perl AMCO Thirdas Heavenshield

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The crack of each shot he fired became like music to him. A rythm of death, stopping only briefly to reload before resuming its macabre song. He felled one Sith trooper after the next, until he came to the realisation that some of these feckers simply refused to die. Even under sustained fire they stood, seemingly unaffected by either his shots or those of his turrets.

"Where the feth is everyone?!"

It didn't take long for the Sith across the water to regroup and start to fight back, firing salvos of rockets at the turrets on each floor leading up to the rooftop. Several were taken out, greatly diminishing his ability to pin the enemy with each destroyed turret. In the end, he was down to only a few.

The Sith began to move on their location, their troopers likely trying to surround the building while their lightsaber-wielding masters went inside to finish them off. But the first person he laid eyes on coming up the stairs behind them was not Sith. At least, not at first glance.

"Nida! Get out of here, this place is gonna get overrun any minute," he called out to her, no longer bothering taking further shots. He'd brought the Siths' focus on him, hopefully giving Elise a long enough window to escape or for someone to rush in and get her out of harm's way.

Then, like a bolt of lightning, Darth Void struck. Kyra reacted fast by telekinetically sending a boulder their way. Thirdas slung his rifle onto his back before getting up and brandish his side-arm to take aim and fire off a few rounds, hoping to keep the Sith at bay long enough to devise an escape plan.

"Nida!"

Still no reply. He'd no time to notice the strange man by her side.

Quickly he devised a plan. He had one turret with him on the roof still functioning, and thus proceeded to paint their Sith attacker as a priority target before discarding his optics altogether. The turret swung its two barrels around and began firing relentlessly at the Sith Lord, hopefully pinning him in place for just a few precious moments.

Just for good measure, he tossed a flashbang grenade in the Sith's direction while he was pinned.

"Kyra, let's go! Head for the stairs!"

He reached out and grabbed her by the arm, forcefully pulling her away from the fight so they may make their escape. Nida was waiting for them.

"Nida, come on! We need to get outta here, now!"

He tried the same with her older Perl sister, but to his great surprise Nida wouldn't budge. It caused him to turn around and face her. There was something odd about her eyes, like she wasn't looking at him but rather through him.

"Nida...?"

Kyra Perl | Nida Perl | AMCO | Darth Prazutis ​

Location | Abandoned Construction Site
Objective | Be Big Drama
Writing With | AMCO | Kyra Perl | Thirdas Heavenshield | Coren Starchaser | Darth Prazutis | Darth Void

The tumult of battle raged around her, but to Nida it was all white noise. Right now her focus was narrowed on the Heavenshield boy, even her own sister’s spike of confusion and fear blended into the background. Newly awakened, her very being struggled to process the shift in alignment. The one single thing she could zero in on was her target, driven by a hereditary feud in her blood.

Even his pleas for her to retreat fell on def ears. When Thirdas tried to pull her by the arm towards the stairs, Nida did not shift. He hadn’t used any force to grasp her arm, he never did, but Nida was clinically mindful of the strength of the Valkyri. Instead of fleeing, she looked up at Thirdas with wide eyes.

“Thirdas…I’m scared…” Whether believable or not, Nida would move to embrace Thirdas out of a faux need for comfort. Swiftly, she plunged the kal dagger into his torso, forcing the blade to it’s hilt.

From there she did not move, tilting her head up to watch his reaction with a vague, nebulous smile and nothing behind her eyes.

Location: Near Starport, roof of construction site.
Objective: Truth in falsehood. Seek out and disable the assailants.
Writing With: Nida Perl | Darth Void || Thirdas Heavenshield | Kyra Perl
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Seeing the silent determination in the Nida's posture, Adrian opted to simply follow her, curious to see where she would go, what she would do. It would, he was sure, give some much-needed insight into her recently revised behavioural patterns.

Up and up and up the stairs they went, so much so that he was glad he was no longer tired - this would have exhausted the old him.

Clearly, the short Zeltron hadn't skipped leg day.

Drifting into the background as she confronted the sniper, the Sith Lord went unnoticed but by another Zeltron - no, not any Zeltron, Kyra Perl. A sister, how interesting... and had she called the gunman Thirdas? The Heavenshield? Oh, this was just getting better and better.

Raising an eyebrow as she drove a dagger into his torso, Adrian almost reacted - almost. The man could have been a valuable hostage, but this was her little operation, let her carry it out as she sees fit; instead, the Sith Lord turned his attention towards her younger sister, aura uncoiling now that their little deception was over with, his presence going from subtle to impossible to miss...

... and yet he made no move to harm or even incapacitate, he simply smiled. "Hello there Kyra, I'm Adrian. Let's leave the sniper in your sister's capable hands, shall we?" Eyes curious, he stepped closer. "Oh, and I would appreciate it if you would be so kind as to avoid doing anything stupid."

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Nida appeared unresponsive, until all of a sudden she looked up and told him she was scared. Thirdas stood still, completely dumbfounded at the exchange even as she stepped in to seemingly embrace him in the midst of their intended escape.

"Nida, what are y--"

At first he felt uncomfortable, a chafing sensation in his abdomen. His brows furrowed, his expression slowly contorting as he maintained eye-contact with the woman he loved since the moment they met and he first got to stare into those same eyes of hers. He let out a groan, his gaze dropping to the hilt of the beskar dagger sticking out of him. Her fingers wrapped around it.

Only now, upon realising what had just occurred, did the pain make itself known. He felt dizzy and began to stumble backwards towards the stairs.

In the midst of his fall he reached out to Nida with his metal hand in the vain hope that she would catch him, but she just stood there with the dagger still in her grasp, its blade now coloured red with his blood.

Thirdas, still holding onto Kyra, did not offer her a chance to respond to AMCO 's offer but instead took her with him in his fall down the stairs, somehow managing to wrap his body around hers to soak up the majority of each impact. By the time they'd stopped tumbling, his arms fell to his side, freeing her.

"Ky... run... that's not... Nid..."

He struggled to speak, bloody and bruised from the combination of stabbing and falling down the stairs.

"Find your dad... and get out of here..."

Expecting Kyra to make a run for it and leave him there, he pulled out another remote for the sole purpose of leveling this whole place, hidden in the palm of his hand as he clutched it to his chest. Explosives had been carefully placed on every supporting pillar as a last resort.

There were footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Please... go..."

Kyra Perl | Nida Perl | Darth Void ​

Kyra stood frozen, her blood going cold.

She had once faced a Dark Lord and survived.

She had faced slavery, torture, and corruption ... and survived.

She had faced the Byrn. War. And death.

Yet here she was, stronger for it. She was a jedi. She was a warrior.

Yet when she faced her older sister, the light driven out of those violet eyes, Kyra was reduced to nothing more than a vulnerable child. Her training melted away, her expression slowly contorting in unexpressed horror. The knife left Thirdas, as red as the fruit juice Nida had once spilt over Kyra's crib. As red as the crayons, the bicycles, the training bras, the lipstick... their mother's hair... dripping off the blade Nida had driven into his gut.

Kyra's eyes never left her sister's, the moisture boiling over just as Thirdas wrapped his arm around her waist... and took her down the stairs with him.

Kyra's screeches rang through the air, the pain at the the back of her mind as she spilled over Thirdas'd prone form and scrambled to her knees. The footsteps revealed her sister's face, the two following them down. Thirdas's pleas for Kyra to flee were unheard, Kyra's whole focus centered on the one person who mattered more to her than anything.

"Nida," she croaked, stumbling against her one-armed ailment to pick herself up. Dirt stuck to the tear paths that slipped silently down her face, wild strands of hair sticking out of a bun. Kyra stumbled a step forward, putting herself between Thirdas and the blade. "Nida please, what are you doing? What has he done to you? Get out!" She acknowledged Adrian for the first time, blue eyes turning icey as she lashed out psychically against his presence.

It was a raw and unrefined attack, but it was buffered by power that Kyra had never shown to possess.

 

[Nida Perl]

Location | Abandoned Construction Site
Objective | Follow Something Predetermined
Writing With | AMCO | Kyra Perl | Thirdas Heavenshield | Coren Starchaser | Darth Prazutis | Darth Void

Nida’s first through was of regret—regret that she had not been taller, nor positioned well enough to plunge the blade into his heart.

It took Thirdas an eternity to realize what had just happened. Even though it was only a few short seconds, Nida’s typical patience was razor thin with the dark side assailing her, probing it’s way deeper into her mind and spirit. She watched as Thirdas’ body fell away, tumbling down the staircase entwined with Kyra’s.

Nida grimaced as her sister's scream rippled through the air, pain lancing from her core and dancing through every nerve in her body. Unbeknownst to her, this was the tension of pain that her betrayal had caused Thirdas, felt through their force bond. Perhaps when she calmed down she would have the mind to re-examine her feelings about him, but for now, they were as twisted as the mangled remains of buildings on Yurb. As Kyra pleaded with her, fury rose in her chest and she gave herself to it willingly, finding the poison of anger addictive.

“Stop being such a brat, Kyra. By the Force, didn’t you want this? You’ve been trying to drive us apart for ages.” Nida’s tone was level, but the smoke of her ire was coiling around her words. She gestured widely with the knife, sending a few drops of Thirdas’ blood spraying. Caught up as she was, she knew that Kyra had not intended for actual harm to come to Thirdas. But it had come anyway.

As Kyra desperately turned to Adrian, Nida shook her head. “No, you have it wrong, Kyra. Adrian simply helped me to realize who I am.” Inhaling sharply, her senses flared at the incoming lash of psychic energy. Someone like Adrian could more than handle himself, but she did not want her sister to be retaliated against.

“Kyra—Kyra!” Speaking harshly in admonishment, she dropped the knife and rushed to her sister and grasped her face in both hands. “Kyra, I am awake for the first time in a long time. I am not a Jedi, Kyra, that path was never meant for me. I am a Child of Dark Lord.”

She stroked her sister’s cheek with a thumb, leaving a bloody imprint. “As I was meant to be.”

 

[Coren Starchaser]

With the Force he could feel everything around him, his daughter, his… whatever Nida was, Thirdas, and most importantly for this mission Elise. She was not too far from the Sith. That was the rest he could feel out there, the Sith. The one near him, and two others that he was more than familiar with. He didn’t have time for them right now, he had the one before him. Before him was a Sith Knight, one he wasn’t familiar with. But one that definitely had that spark of rage that purpose that he had seen in so many Sith. His own mind was that of a paladin, a crusader of the Light.

A statement he had heard a number of times brought that warrior grin to Coren’s face. “You really don’t know who I am, do you?” He had been out of the galaxy a bit, and it would be silly for all of the Sith to know him, but he did fight the Emperor face to face in the past. It didn’t change the way he was looking at the Sith. A grin, his golden lightsaber blade behind him, waiting, and prepared to deflect what would come his way.

He knew that Cuan had his orders, he was going to link up to his droid when the strike began. He could feel everything going on out there. But he had to worry about what was before him. This one was going to stop him?

As he felt the Sith pulling on the Force, the Jedi Master did two things. The first was pulling the Force to him, before he reached out to the Jedi. To Elise, to Kyra Perl , Nida Perl , and Thirdas Heavenshield .

Get the Grandmaster, and get moving!​

Secondly, he brought his saber around, in both hands he moved with enhanced speed, to find his own blade clashing against the Sith’s but he wasn’t expecting the weight of the Force, and his own swing of defense was pushed, throwing the Master off balance.

“So the Sith have been learning.” He grinned reaching out to the Force, and throwing a blast at the Sith intent to slow them down and throw them into stasis while he could re-evaluate his life choices. "So have I."

Aril Vrane

 

[Elise]

Location: Center of it all-- first part of the hand off.

Tags Ellie Mors Darth Prazutis

Spoiler: Posts affecting me

PEOPLE I DON'T LIKE

Dark lips curled down into a frown as the crack of a rifle echoed across the open air. As expected, the relatively low-key trade-off had escalated itself by the nature of the arrival of Sith more notorious than the Lord Inquisitor that Elise had been intended to be handed off to, and a sigh escaped the lips of the Shi'ido just a handful of moments before machine gun fire opened up on them - a translucent wall of blue erected around the grandmaster, Prazutis, and verself to temporarily provide coverage from the peppering of ammunition they were subjected to as ve stepped forward and dropped the chain from vis grip with an opening palm that instead pulled a gun from the hands of one of the Blackblades and turned to point it at one of the legs of the Jedi.

"Really tired of these games." Ve murmured, pulling the trigger - the weapon firing a single round as the link between the cuffs on the grandmaster's wrists were snapped in two.

The Empire only needed someone who could talk, nobody ever said anything about a Jedi that could walk. Just as quickly as the shot had been made the weapon was cast aside, timely tossed to take a blow that seemed to have been intended to strike at the gap in what looked like armor at vis face. "If I'm being shot at then I suppose it isn't worth continuing this facade." The Sith lord noted irritably, the "armor" - which evidently was anything but - and the body of the Shi'ido at large shifting entirely into something else, someone else. The force, of course - particularly a bending of light - was mixed in to make the skin-changer appear to be utilizing some kind of illusion rather than outright shifting shape, but the result was the same.

Child of Darth Prazutis and the late Alekto, Vesta Zambrano, stood where the faceless guard had been - lightsaber now in hand, having been held in some fold of flesh and released as their shape and face had changed. Vesta hadn't acknowledged the taunts of vis father to the Jedi before, it wouldn't have made sense for some nameless face to speak to the Shadow Hand without first being spoken to, but there was little to hide the disdain on the shapeshifter's face for those who had came to rescue their spiritual leader. That disdain grew as the barrier that had been erected earlier faded and allowed a slug to ricochet off the duracrete landing pad and graze vis cheek, leaving a streak of blood trailing down from the corner of vis mouth.

"Feth off."
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A swift flourish burned away another slug that would have struck center mass as the Shi'ido stalked callously towards the Jedi Grandmaster. Ve would be sure take out this frustration later with Quinn Varanin , but for now the only thing that mattered was staying alive and keeping the Jedi in vis custody until she was properly taken into Imperial custody.

Thirdas Heavenshield Coren Starchaser Lirka Ka Aril Vrane Nida Perl AMCO Kyra Perl Tulan Kor Rezom Ra's Centin Tillo Amani Serys Serixibis Darth Void Ruek Tast Darth Daiara Caedyn Arenais Taeli Raaf Akulak Mantacor Dorn Monteth Allyson Locke

Construction Site
Commencing Pew Pew

He'd expected to hear from the likes of Tulan Kor , but instead it was Master Starchaser himself who replied giving him the green light. What was happening down there across the water? There was no way of knowing whether the rest had been found out or whether they were merely staying in character.

The exchange was taking place. No time to delay further.

"Kyra," he turned to the Zeltron Padawan. "Cover your ears. It's about to get loud."

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a remote control and pressed a button, activating several automated turrets placed strategically on each floor of the abandoned construction project. Thirdas put his optics back on and proceeded to paint anyone on that landing pad that wasn't the Grandmaster red, providing targets for said turrets.

"Eat sh*t and die, Sith Scum."

A second press of the remote confirmed targets as hostile. The turrets lined up their dual-machine guns, and in unison they unleashed a barrage unto the landing pad filled with troopers and Sith alike. The amount of turrets were set up to simulate an entire company's worth of manpower entrenched in the unfinished building in bid to overwhelm the enemy, and while chaos erupted on the landing pad, Thirdas began to pick his targets.

The first shot he aimed for Elise's cuffs, splitting them in twain with pinpoint accuracy and giving her the chance to break free from her captors and make her getaway. More shots followed, blending in with the constant barrage of the turrets as he dropped several Sith troopers thinking themselves safely behind cover. His armour-piercing rounds seemed to find any exposed joint or weakpoint no matter how difficult the shot.

If Kyra was making any comments throughout the exchange of firepower, Thirdas could not hear her over the sound of gunfire.

Briefly he paused to shout over comms, "Rescue Team, this is Overwatch! Someone grab the Grandmaster, now! I'll keep 'em looking my way!"

More shots soon followed. Just like during practise with Mom out in the woods.

SJO: Kyra Perl | Coren Starchaser | Amani Serys | Centin Tillo | Nida Perl | Dorn Monteth | Caedyn Arenais
TSE: Darth Prazutis | Akulak Mantacor | Ra's | AMCO | Darth Daiara | Taeli Raaf | Aril Vrane

TL;DR: The landing pad is being showered with machine gunfire and sniper rounds.​

Location: Yavin IV, Spaceport
Tags: Thirdas Heavenshield , Ellie Mors , Coren Starchaser , Lirka Ka , Aril Vrane , Nida Perl , AMCO , Kyra Perl , Tulan Kor Rezom, Ra's , Centin Tillo , Amani Serys , Serixibis , Darth Void , Ruek Tast , Darth Daiara , Taeli Raaf , Akulak Mantacor Dorn Monteth , Allyson Locke , Caedyn Arenais, Elise

B L O O D​

Chaos.

It was the only apt description that fit what unfolded over such a short span. All at once from across the large body of water a series of hidden auto turrets activated and their barrels sung as they delivered a payload. The rounds from turrets cracked loud through the air and peppered the whole of the exposed spaceport and all of the assembled Sith forces. There were many who weren't prepared. Security forces and arriving troops from the garrison that came in support of the unfolding operation. The ambush caused pandemonium men died without even knowing how or why. While the security wore plates over their chests, they weren't ready for something like this. Men who stood guard, walked catwalks above or crossed the open spaces were absolutely shredded with rounds. They shook like leaves in a hurricane wind a cloud of red mist exploded from the holes tearing in their back. Even the troopers who wore full suits found themselves on the receiving end of the guns fury as the rounds found purchase again and again. While protected the sheer amount of blows was enough to cut them down. Orders were screamed across their communicators, a deafening eruption of noise that echoed from across the water.​

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Crack.​

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It was an irregular sound that cut through the furious barrage of the attackers. Men who found themselves nestled into cover quite suddenly collapsed, blood leaking from holes torn as the heavy rounds found purchase. It was a barely noticeable noise above the roar of the guns. Crack, crack, crack. A man from security who hid cover behind one of the large transports that wore the uniform of security was sent sprawling across the deck, a single opening leaked crimson fluid where the shot found its mark. Sniper. For the hidden marksman he would find quite suddenly amidst his barrage that the dark armored giants, the Blackblades were from a different breed of soldier than the normal Sith-Imperial Soldiers or Spaceport Security from the very first shot that he took. A well placed bullet aimed towards the neck that found purchase through their plate to touch the collar bone of the soldier. It sent him sprawling to the ground. By all accounts it should've been a confirmed kill. But as the sniper moved on to his next target he might be shocked to see the Blackblade stand. The guardsman who should've died stood and secured himself in cover before returning fire with his assault rifle in the direction the shot came from.​

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The Blackblade Guard were cybernetically and biologically enhanced inhuman butchers of House Zambrano. Their evolution stemming from long decades of combat against some of the deadliest foes the galaxy had seen fit to produce. One particular evolution involved a growth of their very bodies that additionally hardened their skeletons. They were extremely resistant against the harsh blows of kinetic strikes and it was revealed in horror when the guardsman stood after being shot only to return fire. There was no grimace of pain, no scowl, fear, or concern. It was a cold reaction that barely even seemed human from one of the guardsman who simply stood and engaged once more, the opening where the blast cut into the armor was a glaring blemish in his pristine black plate. It would become painfully clear that these butchers would take a little extra to put down then the standard imperial they fought against. The two Crownguard who accompanied the Shadow Hand activated their broadsabers and brought up their shields remaining faithfully beside their master.​

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He didn't move. The helm closed around his face when the firing started concealing his visage behind the intimidating, emotionless crimson eye lenses. He stood as sturdy as a mountain before the fire. While his eyes were no longer in sight the Jedi Grandmaster could feel them on her. A darkness gathered in the form of an impossibly large blade of dark steel as he called the malevolent weapon to him. It was a blade masterfully crafted out of an unnaturally black steel its hilt trimmed in silver. The weapon was a profane wound in the dark side and there was the briefest eruption of noise...voices from the trapped souls within the massive blade that was over six and a half feet in length. The sheer enormity of it was as large as most people were tall and the giant wielded the weapon in one hand. It was a legendary blade whose origins were deep in the echelons of the past long in the possession of the Lord of Lies who worked the blade with his own hands. It was the blade that once claimed the soul of the infamous Sith Lady Darth Vitium, the very one that slew the former Jedi Grandmaster Veiere Arenais, the blade that was broken made anew.​

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Daesumnor.​

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The Shadow Hand felt the presences light up, most notably one involving the great Jedi Master Coren Starchaser, one of his hated arch enemies manifested so close. The paragon of light burned with all the radiance of the sun rising at the dawn of a new day, he exuded courage and the will to fight on despite the odds, an implacable foe of the dark, a jedi among the living legends of the modern era alongside names like the late Veiere Arenais, Thurion Heavenshield, Coci Heavenshield, Romi Jade. Word had spread among circles that the paragon had recently returned to the galactic stage, rumors that he had been seen in Silver Jedi territory remained unconfirmed.​

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Until now.​

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"They brought the paragon with them? How desperate they must be to save you." He said as his eyes briefly passed to the true form of his precious daughter Vesta. He channeled the dark side through Daesumnor a blue flame rooted in the profane sheathed the blade. A stray shot collided with the armor the round literally breaking against the Sarrassian Iron. The Lord of Lies hoped his presence alone combined with the headstrong nature of Starchaser was enough to draw the Jedi Master to him.​

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For now?​

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Elise stood like a piece of crude iron locked between a hammer on one side, and the anvil on another. While his daughter stalked her from behind he stood like an unmoving tower glowering over her from the front.​

Elise let her eyes slip closed, sparks of light in the force pin pricking across the sector as the hidden jedi revealed themselves. It was a breath of fresh air against the corruption that bore down on her, her expression softening.

She was safe now.

The shots ran out, rickashaying wildly off her cuffs and the ground. Elise opened her eyes just as the pinch of metal keeping her wrist contained was broken off-- such precise shots, she recognized the work of a ranger in an instant. She looked around with a wild edge, trying to locate them, hoping to buy them a chanc-

A cry caught on her lips, a shot tearing through her knee. She fell in a heap, noises gritting through her teeth as she summoned the force to her. Her moment of freedom was lost-- wasted over hesitation and concern for others.

She tried not to think of that, forcing her breaths to even out as steeled herself with a surge of force body. The lights stopped dancing behind her eyelids, the pain creeping back as force-aided strength took its place. Coren's touch reached her then, a fleeting moment of awareness for each other before she grounded on her surroundings. She was not alone.

She lifted her head up at the two sith that moved in on her, gaze hardening. Her lips parted with intention, the force coiling in warning.

"...Bang," she whispered sharply.

A flash of light echoed off of her, meant to blind and weaken dark users such as them. But Elise didn't stop there, the jedi seized the moment further, a force wave shoving off of her with power that would flip speeders. She shot into the air, a streak of blonde and red as the injured grand master reached for the walkway overhead. She caught the very lip of it with a single, bloody hand.

For a moment, a flickering chance, the jedi was in the clear.

She started to heft herself up, already looking for the hurried approach of her peers.

 

[Aril Vrane]

Just as he was about to chain his successful hit with another dashing strike, Aril would be pushed off again from a blast of the Force. Carefully considering what has just been said by the man as he recollected his thoughts following the blast, he'd look at him with a concerned look: ''I've indeed heard of a Jedi that fought his Imperial Highness and survived. Hardly believable, especially from the likes of you.'' In accordance with Sith doctrine and following his statement, Aril would normally attempt to regain his physical balance and dash again to ruthlessly slice him but... he'd feel something weird, highly unusual. Though he was still master of his body, his movements were surprisingly cumbersome and slow, sluggish even. This Jedi had done something to him, making the Sith angry at such cowardly display in the process. Why would he not come and face him head on ? Were these the cowardly and poltroonish teachings that were taught in the Jedi halls ? The Nagai was insanely furious at what he viewed as a mortifying humiliation. His eyes, having flicked from their standard pale yellow shade to the fiery and offensive yellow hue left by the corruption of the dark side on the body. They were blazing like the torrent of hatred that ran through him.​

Despite his movements vividly slow, the Sith could feel an array of dark emotions mustering in his flesh, veins and stomach, the very emotions that connected him so purely to the dark side: first, there was the hatred that he nurtured for this individual whose presence at the heart of the Empire was an insult, then came the tremendous anger felt at the fact that he managed to immobilize him in such a ridicule way and making a fool of him in the process, and lastly, the most powerful of all emotions: fear. He was not afraid by death itself, but rather, to meet his demise at the hands of a man like him. After all, how could someone face the most powerful individual in the Sith Empire and be allowed to live ?​

All these powerful emotions assembled in his stomach made the sith feel like his intestines were being devoured from the inside. These dark feelings were ferociously making their way towards his throat and the Sith ostracized from his body in the form of a brutally powerful force scream aimed at the Jedi Master. An ardent and almost fanatical wave of fear, hatred and raw rage that ferociously hurled towards Coren to disturb his critical thinking and assessment. These Jedi called for control of emotions over everything,so the Nagai wanted to completely throw him in a state of imbalance..​

 

[Centin Tillo]

Engaged With: Ra's
Near: Tulan Kor Rezom

Centin raced backwards as the Kaleesh launched a relentless assault, the young Jedi doing his best interpretation of a Soresu master’s defense. The duo clashed only briefly each time they met, the skirmishes lasting a few seconds at most before the boy had to disengage. He just keeps coming. I don’t know how much longer I can keep up at this rate. Each of the behemoth's attacks was an onslaught that Centin was only just able to deflect. The padawan felt each slice of the bisento inch closer and closer to finding its mark as the powerful offensive continued. I need to find an opening. Soon.

The pair separated once again as Centin parried a horizontal slash from the massive double-sided weapon. During the brief interlude was when he finally first noticed cracks beginning to form in the Sith’s stamina. He’s finally getting tired. About time. His eyes flashed briefly to his opponent’s shoulder and landed on the wound that took the Kaleesh’s arm. If there’s one spot to attack, that’s it. That’s his weak point.

He waited for a moment, continuing his Force enhanced escape while he prepared a plan. He racked his brain for ideas, trying to recall techniques he had been taught that could best fit the situation. His thoughts landed on one technique in particular, one he was yet to use even in training. That’s it.

Centin slowed his pace and allowed the Kaleesh to catch up, this time with the padawan trying to match on the offensive. Their weapons clashed in an unbroken series of parries as sparks rained in every direction. Not yet. He twirled his blade around his body in a flourish, their blades clashing once again as the action came to a standstill. They were locked in a contest of strength as the protosaber sparked against the bisento blade’s haft, each trying to overpower the other. Not yet. Even despite the Sith’s drained endurance Centin felt the Kaleesh winning, his saber being pushed slowly back towards his body. Almost. He waited a moment longer, just until he felt his assailant give a final burst of energy to the attack.

Now. He bent backwards as he deactivated his saber, allowing the bisento to swing freely. The momentum of the attack carried the blade over his face, very nearly brushing the tip of his nose. Once the blade had completed its journey Centin rose and activated his saber, plunging it into the Sith’s already wounded shoulder.

He wasted no time observing the aftermath of his successful attack as he sprinted away, all the while hoping his ally had fared similarly.

 

[Ruek Tast]

Near: Amani Serys
Aiming at: Elise
Post #2

And so it had begun. Ruek raised her head at sounds of weapons fire, their fading echoes triggering a sudden hot avalanche of bullets onto the platform above. Fingers tensed about the grip of the rifle as she rose. One liquid motion, rehearsed as a dance in worship to greater purpose. From beneath the thick cloth was brought the focus used in devotion, the rifle’s scope already to her eye as she strode forward.

The few remaining turrets took multiple shots each to silence, enough for her weapon to demand respite to cool. Ruek slung the loyal companion over her shoulder and pulled the pistol from her belt,then taking aim at those confronting the Sith on the platform.

“Terrorists,” she said under her breath as she shoved a pedestrian out of the way,”These are the people you defended. You were the persistent fool.” It was said as an accusation, thrown to no one nearby, but to someone she suspected could still hear. He was there running the maze in her mind, trying to find an exit she had bolted shut. She wouldn’t let him interfere.

She aimed for the Jedi present on the platform. Only a single bolt was fired before a blanket of light exploded, forcing her down to a knee as she blocked her face with the hat.

"Dujikri zhol!" She seethed as the curse snaked through clenched teeth. Remaining on the ground she pulled the rifle back into eager hands.

They wanted the grandmaster alive. One can be alive and not have an arm or two. It was time for this creature to have her wings clipped.

The rifle brushed her cheek as she raised it toward the sky.

 

[Amani Serys]

Engaging: Ruek Tast

The scene exploded into action seemingly all at once. Through the sensory overload, the grandmaster’s presence shone, figuratively and literally. The burst of light gave her an opportunity, and Amani immediately prepared to capitalize. This was their chance. Her push forward was cut short however, danger sense kicking in as a second presence gave her pause. Not the grandmaster’s, but one now tied to it. The padawan craned her head back to see the unassuming figure she had previously passed, now revealed as a threat, rifled aimed high at Elise.

“No!” Instinctively, Amani extended both arms outward, attempting to create a Force barrier around the grandmaster with one, and to throw the sniper off target with the other. She followed up by throwing off her cloak and revealing the pike behind her back. Amani took the hilt in hand, extending it to its full length and igniting the radiant blade before preparing to hurl it at her opponent’s rifle like a Force-enhanced javelin.

 

[Ellie Mors]

LORELEY

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Tick. Tick. Tick. Boom.

Sound drained from the world around the shapeshifter as the adrenaline began to sink in, the sounds of voices - of shouts, of words and screams - fading into the background as the neurons in Vesta's brain all began firing at once to try to register the burst of raw energy that burned into vis face, and then the kinetic explosion that crashed into ver only seconds later and took ver from where ve stood and launched ver through the air several meters back, no longer standing. The Shi'ido could not relish in the act of betrayal made by Nida Perl , nor could they witness the great many other things that occurred during the chaos - only the shock of being struck, and then the silence that came with it.

Noise returned first, the white scream of pain made manifest in vis ears as the momentary unconsciousness faded back to reality with the same erraticism that it had left ver with in the first place. A gasp for air, as vis lungs decompressed and the need for oxygen burned sharp, came next before color flooded back into view with the opening of vis eyes to comprehend where ve was and what had happened. Elise had caught the Shi'ido off-guard, that much could certainly be marked as true - despite being gifted with the titanic heritage of vis parents with the force, ve was not nearly as experienced, not as prepared, as either of the two of them could have been, though it was more something vis mother likely would have been prepared for given her history with that order.

Still, despite the pain and the temporary disorientation of the wave of telekinetic force that had knocked ver clear from where ve had stood before and the subtle numbness in the force from the light side of the force in such a steep concentration, Vesta began to stand - though not without great effort. The force, dark, raw, but still wounded by the light, flowed freely from the strange shape that vis body seemed to take on - not entirely human, certainly not Epicanthix like vis father, but certainly not normal. Emotion rolled off of ver as Vesta brought their gaze level with the Jedi Master, tilting vis head from side to side to crack vis neck audibly - not that ve, or anyone close enough, could actually hear the sound above the white noise that a kinetic wall of energy would have generated.

Vis right arm was limp, soaked red with blood as the shape of the Shi'ido's form stabilized, but the anger on Vesta's face was for an entirely different reason - the exposure of the shapeshifter's nature before so many people that had need to know the daughter of the Lord of Lies was the greatest lie of all. The face the 'daughter' was most comfortable with, the one that Vesta had painstakingly crafted from memory and practice for Quinn Varanin and to be open with verself, was on display - and the whole of the body that came with it. And if that was exposed, what point could there be to hide the darkness that had always appeared so much smaller before? Darth Prazutis was a behemoth of the dark side in the force, and Alekto had been a similarly conspicuous presence in its waves, but where Vesta stood a Miraluka could have very well been staring into the edge of a black hole - for ve shined like a star on the surface as none of the darkness could escape from vis will, but beneath there was nothing but corruption and hate.

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Hatred for the Jedi, for the Sith, and for everything in the galaxy between and beyond.

"Enough. Is. Enough." The figure of a man spat, a lightsaber flying through the air back to an open palm as vis left arm raised - its blade igniting once again, a pillar of red that mirrored the red glow in vis eyes.

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Amani Serys Allyson Locke Darth Daiara Aril Vrane Coren Starchaser Centin Tillo AMCO Nida Perl Ra's Mi'la Undari Taeli Raaf Thirdas Heavenshield Ruek Tast Lirka Ka Caedyn Arenais Tulan Kor Dorn Monteth Rezom Akulak Mantacor Serixibis Darth Void Kyra Perl

 

[AMCO]

Location: Near Starport, construction site.
Objective: Truth in falsehood. Seek out and disable the assailants.
Writing With: Nida Perl || Thirdas Heavenshield | Kyra Perl
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Always playing the hero, these Jedi and their pawns. Always so eager to fling themselves about like the self-righteous ragdolls they were. No matter, he could sense that the younger Perl remained mostly unharmed... and less fortunately, that the Heavenshield still breathed.

He had yet to hone his telepathic senses to the point of being able to notice the explosives in the building or the man's suicidal bravery, however.

Strolling down the stairs after Nida, the Sith Lord furrowed his brow at the sisters' exchange. Drive them apart? Were they... oh, oh that was awkward. He could only guess if and how that would influence whatever conditioning the girl had been put through as a child. Such thoughts were quickly left by the wayside as Kyra lashed out against him, however, lazy smile twisting into a grimace at her surprising strength.

Pushing back the growing headache with a grunt and an exertion of energy, Adrian's skin briefly rippled as power flowed through him, reinforcing his defences in case she opted to continue. Such folly, such audacity... such raw, untrained potential.

He had never been able to resist potential.

"My oh my, that hurt my feelings." Though his smile seemed somewhat forced, the look of interest in his eyes was genuine, as were his feelings on the matter. He had no desire whatsoever to harm the girl, however annoying she was. "Listen to your sister, Kyra. I am sure she wants what's best for herself - and for you." Pausing, his smile turned wicked. "Come to think of it, surrendering seems the best way to save him."

Nodding in the man's direction, obscured by the sisters as he was, Adrian continued. "You can play nurse and I can call in a trauma team."

 

[Darth Daiara]

Location: Approaching the main altercation around Ellie Mors Darth Prazutis Elise
Tags: Allyson Locke

//: Play Guard //:
//: Landing Pad //:
//: Darth Daiara //:

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Allyson sighed softly as she looked down at her comm device, the transport was running late. Transports weren’t supposed to run late, yet here they were waiting for a late transport ship. The Force shifted, and the Corellian’s smile faded into a frown. The more involved in the dark side she was becoming, the more her latent Force abilities were waking up. There was an odd comfort she was found within the dark side of the Force. It went against everything she was taught and everything she valued, but the desire to deny the power wanned.​

Looking up from her comm device, Allyson looked out and tried to locate the transport using the HUD lenses she wore. They zoomed in and out, trying to pinpoint the location of the shuttle. Aradia, her partner for the mission, stood beside her and questioned, Allyson couldn’t help it and chuckled at the girl. “We’re looking for a ship.” She was blunt, and matter of fact, with her response, she teased, though. “I have an idea of what the shuttle looks like, but we’re supposed to get an alert - which I haven’t gotten yet.” Allyson looked at the redhead beside her and nudged her a little. The Corellian’s time with the Echani shining through. “You’re going to do fine. I did as I promised and made sure to write a good report on you to Jorryn. You need to believe in yourself and stop trying to please others. As long as you’re happy and feel good about the work you’ve done, that’s all that matters.”​

It was solid advice, one that she had learned herself recently. Allyson had become a bit more sagelike during her small stay with the Sith. Having Taeli Raaf as a mentor of sorts had started to rub off on her. It also helped that she had her own student, one that she worried about always. Allyson’s green-eyed gaze pulled away from the redheaded girl as she sighed softly. “I have a feeling that things aren’t going as smoothly as the Sith wanted.”​

Of course, Allyson knew that the Jedi would have come to rescue their Grandmaster; she was an essential piece to their puzzle. When she had discovered through Jorryn's console that the Grandmaster had been captured, she quickly sent the information to the Silver Concord. Once the information arrived, she knew they would act. Especially having a particular Corellian Jedi in their midsts. Coren Starchaser was a righteous Jedi that never left anyone behind in the hands of the Sith. Now that the man was her enemy, Allyson didn’t know if she could raise her blade against him. He was a fellow Corellian, fierce and strong in the Force. They had good times, but - she shook her head and decided not to remember the good times. She had abandoned them, just like they all had left her. Her mission, her sole reason for being where she was, mattered the most.​

A hand placed on Aradia’s shoulder, and she gave a small squeeze. She offered her hand with a small coin placed in her palm. “It was my dad’s” The currency was an old Empire credit, it was worn and beaten, but obviously held significance to the Corellian. “He kept it with him through his years in school, gave him good luck. I want you to have it Aradia, squeeze it when you’re nervous or worried about something. I hope it can bring some comfort to you, knowing that I believe in you.”​

A soft smile and the Corellian glanced back up after giving the girl the coin. “Now, let’s see if we can find when that shuttle is coming.”​

Aradia stood stiffly, blinking in the wake of the Corellian as she moved past her to find that shuttle.

The fine hairs on her wrist stood on end, adding width to the small, pale limb. Aradia looked down, staring at the gifted coin with that same stiffness. "..." The girl was not use to kindness, a fact her Mistress had been faced with on many occasions. But Kaalia Pavanos had shown Aradia that there were ways to get your needs met besides demands and pain. Sometimes a smile, a gesture, or a word coming from a place of mutual respect was all it took to make someone work.

These lessons made sense with Avacyn, who had pulled Aradia from the belly of slavery and wanted to see her meet her potentional

They did not make sense with this stranger, who had something to gain by raising herself higher and discrediting Aradia's capacity in this mission. They served the same person, after all. Favor got you everything.

Did Allyson just think she was that good?

Aradia's fingers closed over the coin, the metal warm from the Corellian's body heat. Aradia shoved it in her pocket and scattered after the woman, making it a point to skip a few steps on ahead of her pace.

"You're weird," she stated. But the meaning was dismissed by the sudden sounds of shots that filled the air. Aradia froze, a sudden gust of wind whipping around her as she braced for a bullet. By the shots never reached them, the source apparent as they looked beyond a pillar.

Well there was the shuttle. Blackhawks fell under the massive barrage of ammo, then picked themselves back up with movements that boded the unnatural. Aradia couldn't help the shiver that erupted over her, the presence of the force so thick in this area. She swore she could taste it on her tongue. And then the fallen blonde, broken shackles handing off her wrists, let out a burst of light. Aradia cried out, blinded as the force wave buffeted her into Allyson Locke 's side.

The child, still neutral in the force, recovered faster than not. Her vision cleared just in time to see Elise hanging one handed on the above walkway. Aradia scattered off of Allyson. "That must be her." They knew they were here to escort a woman.

Aradia turned in a circle, glancing sharply for the stairs that would lead up to the pathway the cargo was lifting themselves onto. "I got her." Fast as a bullet, the small waif took off running. With or without her partner.

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

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Construction Site
Going for a Swim

"S-stubborn--" he muttered under his breath, unable to finish his thought due to a spike of pain as Kyra stood in defiance of her sister and the Sith Lord seemingly pulling the strings of Nida's psyche.

He was still alive, despite currently bleeding to death, and was able to push himself to sit up with his back against the wall where he was able to watch the confrontation between the Perl sisters, one hand pressed against his abdomen. His other hand on the trigger of the remote.

"Nida," he called out after mustering his strength for a few laboured breaths. He raised his bloody hand that had until now attempted to stem the sanguine tide of his stabbing wound, as if trying to reach out towards his beloved.

Tears that had formed in the corners of his eyes now traveled down both cheeks, before he suddenly yanked his hand back as if tugging on an invisible chord, grabbing hold of Kyra through an untrained use of the Force and pulling her back down the stairs into his arms, securing her as he now held out his other hand, revealing his finger on the trigger.

His eyes settled on Nida's, showing nothing but grief.

"I'll always love you."

He squeezed the red trigger, activating the explosive charges hidden in key points of the site. Several loud explosions shook the unfinished building at its core, causing incredible tremors and quakes as the load-bearing beams and pillars gave way. This whole construction site was going down.

Thirdas put both arms around Kyra as the ground beneath them gave way, sending them falling down into the cloud of dust which erupted from below and rose up with terrible force to cover the entire surrounding area. Having no way to break his own fall, Thirdas hit his side against a slab of concrete, breaking a couple ribs in the process but still holding onto Kyra, making sure she wouldn't hit her head or anything vital.

Falling further and suffering several more blows to his body, Thirdas was barely conscious by the time he and Kyra made it through the thick cloud of dust only to fall into the river separating the construction site and the space port. Submerged and being swept away by the currents, he was forced to relinquish his hold of Kyra as he had no more strength left in him to make for the surface.

A streak of red emanated from his bloody wound as he descended into the watery abyss with seemingly no way out. He'd already lost sight of Kyra. At least she should be able to get to safety by letting the river wash her away.

Closing his eyes, his last conscious thought was of home.

Kyra Perl | Nida Perl | AMCO ​

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Yavin IV, Spaceport
Tags: Thirdas Heavenshield , Ellie Mors , Coren Starchaser , Lirka Ka , Aril Vrane , Nida Perl , AMCO , Kyra Perl , Tulan Kor , Rezom, Ra's , Centin Tillo , Amani Serys , Serixibis , Darth Void , Ruek Tast , Darth Daiara , Taeli Raaf , Akulak Mantacor, Dorn Monteth , Allyson Locke , Caedyn Arenais, Elise


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The tide turned.

Each orange plume that engulfed another turret served to decrease the amount of fire from the insurgents, and increase the amount that came from the spaceport. For their plan to work the attackers relied on chaos, the element of surprise that could toss the captors into disarray to divide their attention, giving a retrieval team enough time to acquire their target. It was a small window that required a highly skilled team of professionals in order to pull off. Far too much had gone wrong even before their arrival beyond the Sith knowing they were coming, and before they knew it their window had passed. The Blackblades poured a storm of fire on the gun nests once they were identified, rockets sending them up, their resistance allowed the grunts, the soldiers to properly take position while others moved to press the attackers position.​

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"Bang."​

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The Grandmaster of the Jedi Order were individuals unquestionable in their devotion to the light, peerless in knowledge and wisdom, beacons to such a degree that all the order saw their brilliance and elevated them to guide every soul down a good, righteous path towards a peaceful future. When Elise called in her time of need she spoke her words softly with all the grace of an angel, causing a blinding eruption of white light. Quite suddenly the entire world vanished beneath a flash of obscuring light that burned as bright as the sun. Any who happened to be looking found themselves struck by the grandmasters power. Vesta. For all the power imbued within his child who was very much the product of her parents, she lacked her father's experience. The young Zambrano was struck with the light momentarily blinded. But the Lord of Lies was prepared. The helm was created with polarized, anti-flash lenses. The combination of being prepared a split second before gave him an edge in handling her ocular assault, coupled with the polarized, anti-flash visor. The Shadow Hand peered up to watch the Grandmaster spread her wings and take flight into the air, leaping to grasp the bottom of an overhead bridge. ​

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Pandemonium.​

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The young Vesta erupted unleashing her true presence, her form changing seamlessly into another her very wrath carried into physical form as she took flight after the fleeing Grandmaster. Ruek Tast opened fire with a rifle at the dangling jedi to clip her wings before she could take off out of reach. Amani leapt into action the determined cries of a Jedi determined to wipe away her shame at allowing the precious matriarch to be taken. It was a two pronged effort by the younger Jedi to shield Elise in a force barrier, while pressing Ruek. The angel held on with just one hand while she raised the other at exactly the same time to prepare herself for the coming assault, her attention diverted for just one second too long.​

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"ENOUGH!" The Mountain roared. He no longer spoke in thunderous whispers but with all the fury of an erupting volcano. He barely moved a hand towards Elise but the amount of power that poured from him was quite simply immense. It shattered the frail barrier around her, and surrounded the matriarch with enough force that it shook the entire walkway above. In one fell swoop as gracefully as she leapt the angel fell before him. As she fell the giant was already on the move the colossal runeblade spun through the air, fire violently cracked on its dark steeled edge. The very moment the Grandmaster hit the ground he drove the blade straight through her wounded leg. The razor sharp, alchemized mullinine edge cut through cutting muscle and ligaments as it passed, the enhanced settings of the runeblades ultrasonic vibration generator and sonic discharge cell sent violent vibrations and sonic waves all up and down her leg shattering bone into pieces from her toes, right up to her hips. But that wasn't all. The thin layer of devaronian blood poison along its edge caused pain that was so absolute, pure agony the likes of which were rarely seen before it was so profound, it was almost paralytic once it hit the blood stream. ​

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What did it feel like to burn alive?​

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Elise found a searing pain shoot through her entire body as it was touched by the cerulean hellfire drawn from the depths of purest hatred, the dark side given form in the destructive flames. The flames burned what it touched and drowned her spiritually in the dark side of the force itself. The angel would feel it continue to slide as it met the earth beneath as the giant slid two of its six and a half foot blade into the ground beneath. She may feel the blades vampiric pull and tug at her very life force. Daesumnor was a soul stealing runeblade, the greatest weapon in the arsenal of the Lord of Lies. It caused a permanent death that all feared. For Sith it was the end of immortality as they knew it and for Jedi it was the permanent obstruction of peace, becoming one with the force was out of reach for those he fed to Daesumnor. In the very moment it was clear to all that he could have killed her. The Shadow Hand could have fed her to the vampiric blade and presented her bejeweled skull to the Sith Emperor Darth Carnifex , the second Jedi Grandmaster to fall by his hand. But was it even more disturbing that he so easily chose not to kill such a dangerous force of light?​

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"It's over." He said still holding the blades hilt. The Shadow Hand peered towards his daughter "She will offer no further trouble." It was a sickening sound as he drew the blade and reached down to try and take hold of Elise and toss her over his shoulder. The Crownguard took position behind him protecting the giants flanks. He activated the channel to the commander of his Blackblade escort "The package has been secured. Protect the transports departure and return. Your work is done." He began moving towards the team of Allyson and Aradia who would take the woman away. ​

 

[Ra's]

Dealing with his wounds with Rezom

This little fucker outsmarted him, while both the Jedi and himself know that Centin would have stood not a slight chance in a " fair duel " the young prodigy of the Jedi order still won under this situation , he used his opponent wounds against him because he knew even in this situation he could not outright beat him, "This boy is smart and with some interesting Battle awareness he would be a solid challenge for Rezom if they meet again in the future." Think the Knight as his apprentice his cleaning and putting bandage in the Sith Knight wounds. But both of them could hear the explosions, the constant fire of the weapons and feel the great amount of force which was used all around this battlefield.

"Go Rezom, I will recover some minutes and then join you, I can feel your presence anyway. But don't engage close combat with a Jedi who seems to be too for old for a Padawan, even the Knights are likely too much risks for you in a lightsaber duel, at least the kind of Knights they send in those missions. Try to snipe them down from distance and support our forces until I recover."