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Seoul Train (LotF Dominion of Seoul)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4jaUaUu8k0
@[member="Rave Merrill"] @[member="Kitt Solo"]

Balaya moved towards Rave, letting the saber shout obscenities while the bulk of her armored form punched shimmering with the crystasteel before she sent the thing back. All muscles bulked and tensed before she stood there for a spare moment before moving again. Her fist clenching under the armor until the knuckles were white holding the cursing saber. Balaya stomped her foot sending forward a fissure until she moved letting her bulk turn herself into a ram to sharge into the enemies. "Lets go."
 
Team West: @[member="Triko"] @[member="The Eternal One"] @[member="Darth Praelior"] @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] @[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="Helios Kingpriest"] @[member="Darth Praelior"]

@[member="Kitt Solo"]

Morna shoved her out of the way, the rocket went askew, all manner of hijinks erupted. The party made it to the bridge, and past it.

At which point, Rave noticed the bunker. Automatic fire sprayed out, but a shouted incantation blinded the bunker with a dusty whirlwind, and she put a frag grenade through the slot.

She went in and took shelter as the enemy converged.

"Hey, free bunker."
 

Kitt Solo

Alen Na'Varro's Ex
@[member="Darth Praelior"] @[member="Rave Merrill"]

There was no response from Na'Varro and nothing from her team. She was alone and isolated in some horrific part mirror maze-part illusion. The silence was what really got to her, no sounds of battle, not even of her own breath.

Hands out, she began to make her way forward or backwards, she wasn't sure anymore. Through the force, she reached for that mental connection to other members of the Western Team, to Praelior and Merrill. She knew them just enough to recognize their signature through their emotions.

Her disembodied voice entered their heads. 'My team's in trouble. We've dropped into some sort of mirror maze. No sound, walls feel solid. I'm alone. Can you guys help? I felt something from Na'Varror earlier...pain, but can't seem to reach him.'

Fingers crossed, she hoped they could hear her. The mirrors around her started to change. A dark figure laughed and filled the void, the sound oddly familiar. Grimacing, she sent a force-pulse away from her body. The mirrors shattered but didn't fall to the ground. The shards of glass began to spin around her - the laughing getting louder.

Her fear skyrocketed.
 
TEAM EAST- RAVE, GET IT RIGHT

@Rave Merrill @The Eternal One @Darth Praelior @Alen Na'Varro

Throwing the rocket launcher to one side, Triko drew an unwieldy blaster pistol and fired shots in all directions as he charged along the bridge.

Lots of things died, and hopefully some of them were enemies. He was sure at least one was an enemy, anyhow.

At the end of the bridge, he opted to shoot more things, almost all of which were probably enemies. It was difficult to tell because of all the gunfire and dust.
 
Elegant and depraved.
Team East
Black boots twisted and continuously spun atop the dusty surface of Seoul as Helios' saberstaff rotated around his body, the motion coming almost in a manner of second nature as his wrists and fingers bent and moved as fluidly as his actions came. Deflected fire sometimes found themselves sent back to the returner while the other stray fire were sent flying upwards or into the dirt at Helios' feet. Stealing a glance to his left he saw the team advance to and past the bridge, prompting Helios to move. Spinning once more whilst rotating his weapon he deflected a barrage of fire headed his way and before the next wave could come he gathered the Force into his limbs and used Force Jump to somersault backwards towards the isle aligned with the bridge. Blonde shoulder-length hair mushroomed about his head as he landed, wasting no time in turning to pursue his team across the bridge in what seemed to be a bunker. Helios' crimson saberstaff violently spun as he deflected more stray fire as he made his way to Team East.

@Rave Merrill @The Eternal One @Darth Praelior @Alen Na'Varro @[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="Triko"]
 
Team East.
It seemed to be that the firing was becoming more sparce as we made it to the bunker. I stayed at the entrance and provided cover fire with fire blasts and deflecting bolts with my sith sword. "We need to get out of this fire! Get in the bunker!" With the force, I jumped to Alen's body, Shrugged him onto my shoulder and then ran back to the bunker. "Seems to be that I carry everybody weight around here." Triko was heavy just because all of his mass was down and small. Alen was larger and well, of course he was much heavier to carry. Still, I used the force to lessen his weight and to help myself run faster.

@Rave Merrill @The Eternal One @Darth Praelior @Alen Na'Varro @Triko @[member="Helios Kingpriest"]
 
@[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="The Eternal One"] @[member="Darth Praelior"] @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] @[member="Triko"] @[member="Helios Kingpriest"]

As the team crowded into the recently claimed bunker, @[member="Kitt Solo"]'s mental message came through the Rave's mind. She grunted. "Folks, I just got a call from Kitt Solo. Team West is pinned down in some kind of Force mirror maze. Apparently the sorcerer has some chops in that department.

"We can stay here, hold this point -- or we can punch out and go save Team West."
 
TEAM EAST

@Rave Merrill @The Eternal One @Darth Praelior @Alen Na'Varro


"Sod them!" Triko shrieked, rolling into the bunker with a thunderous clangour. "Triko no help them." He grumbled as a chunk of concrete exploded by his head, firing back with more grumbles.

"They be fine, no worry."

On the upside though, he did find the woman strangely alluring.

Perhaps they'd meet up sometime.

Maybe.
 

Kitt Solo

Alen Na'Varro's Ex
@[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="The Eternal One"] @[member="Darth Praelior"] @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] @[member="Triko"] @[member="Helios Kingpriest"] @[member="Rave Merrill"]



Still no response.

Well, dayum. She shouldn't expect anything different from Artisia. The pieces of glass swirled around her and reformed to form a solid wall of 360 degree glass around her hunched form. Bodies filled the void and the laugh grew louder. A figure filled one curve of the mirror, red-glowing eyes glinting in the reflection. It was...

Herself.

"No!" It was what she could become; someone drunk on power, someone so cut-off from the world, and someone so hauntingly similar to Mikhail Shorn. Palms pressed flat against the ground in her isolation. The voice echoing in her head. A raw-wave of energy built inside of her cowering form, similar to what was released in the presence of Alen Na'Varro when she was infected with sith poison.

"Go. Away."

With a whisper, the energy released in a destructive tidal-wave of energy. Glass shattered in the distance and the illusion was suddenly gone. Clammy-head tipped-up as she found herself back in the city, myrtle-ellipses latching onto the circle of destruction that emanated from her kneeling form. Bodies littered the grounds and her team was still MIA.
 
@[member="Triko"] @[member="Kitt Solo"] @[member="Rave Merrill"] @[member="Darth Praelior"] @[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="The Eternal One"] @Helios Kingspriest

Alen came to with a roar of pain, quickly looking over at his shoulder to see the damage done. The slugthrower had penetrated through his tendons, making each tiny movement of his right arm complete agony. Crucitorn dulled the pain, though it didn't get rid of it completely. Alen's variation of controlling pain allowed the pain to remain ... the power did not completely remove the pain, however it allowed Na'Varro to get into a headspace where he could function despite it. And for that reason he was up now, his red lightsaber ignited in his hand, and he wanted blood. On the fringes of his mind, he felt Solo's presence. He hoped she was okay. Force knew what he would do if she wasn't.

~ Solo? Please tell me you're doing okay. ~

Whirling around, Alen found the competent form of Rave Merrill and made a beeline for her, making a quick ten yard dash to her position.

"What's the story, Merrill?"
 
@[member="Rave"] Merrill @Triko @Kitt Solo @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] @[member="Lucianus Adair"]

"Story is, we're busting out of this. Kitt Solo needs our support." She ignored what Triko said and plugged another soul-in-a-can into her SRR assault rifle's paddle beamer barrel. "Team West is pinned down. We punch our way through the perimeter they're making for us."

Without waiting for agreement, she dove out of the bunker and rolled, coming up with a flickering spray of paddle beam fire. She took off running.
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
@[member="Kitt Solo"] was watched by the faceless, nameless sorcerer, his presence masked, his hat elsewhere. He'd opted for featureless robes on this one.

Every now and again, Fringe just needed to get stopped. And Je'gan Olra'en was, today, available to oblige.

He grunted as Solo dissipated the mirror mask. "Impressive," he muttered to himself, and set off for higher ground at a trot. There was a skyscraper nearby with a landing pad on the roof. A good place for some...fun. He gestured, making the top of the tower GLOW.

It would draw...everything.
 
@[member="Rave Merrill"], @[member="Kitt Solo"]

This writer is not quite sure how the effect of the illusion cast by the vile sorcerer would be on a droid, but is rolling with it, especially since now it has dissipated anyway.

Bodies piled upon bodies littered the streets, glass had shattered. It was the sight of another beautiful bloodbath as all across her organics had fallen. Many had been crushed by the tidal wave of power unleashed by Kitt, the outpour of her wrath. The destruction was beautiful to Moira, who for some reason had not been doing much since her writer had been occupied.

What had she been doing in the interim? Well, presumably killing organics still standing when the illusion was violently shattered. The Scylla chainsword was splattered with blood as it mercilessly cut a bloody swathe through their ranks and as such her armour was slick with the blood of the innocent and the wicked. Blood for the blood god, skulls for the skull throne! When it came to enemies further away the boltgun roared as it spat out rounds, a sniper who had the impertinence of shooting was unceremoniously tossed down to the ground when she leapt up the balcony, grabbed him by the throat and simply threw him down.

She closed in on the kneeling Kitt, watching her, scanning the area for further threats. This writer has learned that bending light works on droids as well, so presumably Je'gan would be masked to her as well if he was using that. What she did notice was that the skyscraper was glowing. Most interesting. It certainly drew attention.
 

Kitt Solo

Alen Na'Varro's Ex
@Rave Merrill, @[member="Moira Skaldi"], @[member="Alen Na'Varro"], @Je'gan Olra'en

:.Alen:.

The silent thought back to the bearded dark-jedi was all she could manage before her eyes snapped up to the cyborg. "I never thought I'd be this relieved to see you Moira Skaldi." She felt nauseous. "I hate this mental-frakker crap." Finally, she felt strong enough to stand, blaster back in her hand, MK2 bolter strapped to her side.

"The rest of our team is unaccounted for. You in for taking this frakker down with me?" Gaze panned to the glowing tower she was already stepping toward. Like flies to a flame, she knew they were headed into a trap.

At the moment, she didn't care. She was ready to kick someone's ass for taking away her team.
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
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The glow emanated from the top of the triple skyscraper, where Je'gan found a wide landing surface, a few doors, and not much else of use. Intense focus convinced the universe, through White Current illusions, that the entire roof was slightly wider than it actually was. Anyone who got too close to the edge would fall.

He wore a stocking cap to hide his face, and had left his hat at home. Two curved lightsabres with sky-blue blades waited in his hands.
 
The Admiralty
Codex Judge
And there he was, the Glory-Song himself, with a Mask that burned in its endless fury. Why was he here? Nobody knew, but what people did know that it had to do with his usual occupation. Minds and the rape of it, and soon he would add another name to his ever-growing list of victims.
Or maybe he would get his ass kicked, and he would have to scream for his mommy. One of those, but probably the later. Anyway, you gotta have hope, it's the only thing you got, really.

So here he stood, in front of his opponent. He didn't wear his Beskar'gam armor, too damn heavy for his feelings. Just a robe, and a couple of lightsabres. Maybe some other crap that was not important.

It was the Force that would reign today.

Let's go.

@[member="Je'gan Olra'en"]
 
@[member="Kitt Solo"], @Jegan Olra'en

"It is obvious that you will be walking into a trap," Moira said, you probably guessed it by now because her writer keeps repeating it, calmly...impassively, not really caring either way. Should Kitt suffer a devastating defeat and Moira still be standing, the Fringe High Councillor could be certain that the human replica droid would make sure she survived long enough to be processed and arise again to new glory, purged of all organic weaknesses.

So off they presumably went to the glowing tower, into the trap created by the mentalism of the master of the white current. Since despite all her 4th wall breaking Moira was not omniscient she could not know that if she suffered a devastating defeat at the hands of a force-user she would get cortosis. Well, she had already acquired cortosis not so long ago, but more was always good.
 

Marcus Tritum

Guest
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"Tango is confirmed," I growled into the comm. I stood inside the troop compartment of a transport. The repulsorlifts hummed beneath my feet. The bay door was open and I had a clear view of our target. Some sorcerer. We could probably take him out with a few missiles from the gunship, but brass didn't want any civilian casualties. Better to send a few assets in to eliminate the threat. That's where I came in.

The transport swooped close to the surface of the triple skyscrapers' combined roof. I leaped out. My feet slammed solidly into the ground and I initiated a forward roll. In Katarn-class Commando Armor I didn't care too much about a little scratch here or there, see. I came up into a kneeling position and settled the targetting reticle of my Ol' Reliable Blas-Tech rifle on the hostile. Two lightsabers. He'd just bat them back at me. I grunted. Forcers could do a whole lot. But they couldn't block a full-auto clip from a rifle with a magazine capacity like the Ol' Reliable. I flicked the switch to full-auto.

Behind me I heard fading repulsorlifts as the transport took off pronto. No need to stay around and encounter enemy fire.

An unknown came onto the roof. HUD didn't show anythin'. No IFF transponder. I grunted. Well, I guess I would see which side he was on when the shooting started.

I unloaded at the masked man with the twin laser swords. Blaster bolts screamed from the barrel of my rifle, at least a dozen in the span of a second or two - and my finger still held down on the trigger.

@Je'gan Olra'en
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
@[member="Jared Ovmar"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="Dak Canton"] @[member="Kitt Solo"]

Man ahead of him. Armored man off to the left. Two sabres flickered to life, batting away blasterfire in perfectly synchronized Soresu. Dak had the right of it -- full auto could make most Force Masters feel a powerful need to acquire a shiny new GT-F0 droid. Most Force Masters weren't five-century-old former Grandmasters who'd taken Soresu to a new and transformative level. Exactly zero of the blasterfire got through in the two seconds or so that Je'gan stood there. Then, and only then, did he take a long doublestep forward and to the right, close to the roof's edge, turning left-

To put Jared Ovmar in between him and the blasterfire. The standing-wave Fallanassi illusion enlarging the rooftop didn't require his full attention any more than the constant cloak over the ancient New Jedi Order temple on Yavin had required Skywalker to meditate constantly. He stood at the edge of the real roof, with about three metres of fake roof behind him. When fighting two-against-one, encirclement was the game. Encirclement would take Ovmar right over the edge.
 
@[member="Jared Ovmar"], @[member="Dak Canton"], @Je'gan Olra'en

By now Moira had reached the roof top of the triple skyscraper in time to see that the opening moves of the duel had been played. The White Current was not a mental effect, rather it revolved around convincing the universe that something was there or not there. In this case that the roof was larger than it actually was, so the droid would likewise not be immune to its effect. Something that would engender a feeling akin to annoyance in Moira if she knew that she was being fooled by an illusion conjured up by the apostate Fallanasi and Traitor Grand Master.

Je'gan happened to be one of those organics Moira approved of, as much as she could. Dropping a metric ton of white current shielded baradium on buildings did that, much as she had been impassively annoyed about him going along with Ijet's peace for our time scheme since peace was unnatural. However, the stocking cap likewise shielded his true identity from her.

Moira had not been trained in the use of lightsabres yet, but she did have her Sith chainsword with her. Twin MK1 boltguns were in her hands as she came in from the right, as Je'gan's masters of Soresu cut blaster bolts out of the air and he repositioned himself. Both bolters were loaded with buckshot rounds, most useful at close range. Two bolters roared as she squeezed the trigger, rounds being pumped out from the barrels of her guns towards the illusionist. BAMBAMBAM
 

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