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His first answer was an earnest smile, one touched with sadness however; Jace missed the lives of his friends, he realised, the times he was one able to share with them all were now lost to him. Held in stasis, encased in a tube, a victim to one more beast than man and he suffered for it. Oh, Jace had suffered for it. It was the cost of his own hubris in a time of war, he survived a battered and beaten man. But humbled, above all else. He could be whole now, he mused, and the idea radiated such warmth within him amidst all the bitter cold.
"I'm not so sure I know what a 'Maw' is," Jace said with a touch of humour, the scale of this event lost on him. "But I'm not too interested to find out."
Beneath them, the terrain rumbled. It rocked back and forth, and Jace had done the same in an effort to maintain his frail balance. It was the water that sloshed about, to sink to his ankles and rise to his waist as he fell over into the muddied area. He reached out for Romi in the middle of an unintended tumble, and for a brief moment had his hand ran across her own.
"Romi." His voice echoed out from behind her, not as distant as the Jedi Master may have believed. "I'm fine," he furthered before an effort to catch his breath.
But then he took note of the waves, the thunderous march of them as one rolled over and crashed into the other. His brow narrowed towards it, and his muscles tensed.
"We need to move to higher ground, now!"
But of that, they were in short supply. And neither had the cosmic shifts in the environment made it easier to navigate.
The Mandalorian stood firm and still, for there was no other choice for the man clad in such defensive armour. His twin rockets, mounted on his back, roared in similar defiance with their effort to see their bearer become launched into the air and soar far from the confrontation he entered. Bold was it to battle one Sith, let alone two; his intended victim, as it were, the one that made use of the Force to turn the soil beneath him loose. It was as if tendrils reached out in the Force and latched onto Fett, to refuse him the freedom he tried so hard to reach, all to no avail no matter the tensions that resisted them.
Fett was stuck, and so he sank.
His armoured suit unleashed the remnants of the arsenal, a final moment of resistance. His charric blaster fired bolt after bolt towards the Dark Lord, and so too had the wrist-mounted blaster in tandem with the wrist-mounted missile launcher. The Mandalorian launched all that remained in the flamethrower, and the earlier defeated cable had seen a return as if to ensure the Sith met the same fate as himself. Until the round dome of his weathered helmet vanished beneath the earth and entombed him within it, as it then solidified around him.
He was met with failure, nonetheless.
In front of him was a darkness he could not combat, the various vision modes had done Fett no favours; an outcome to be believed, for it made no difference when the obstacle remained less than an inch in front of his helmeted head. He could move, static, as if made from stone himself. His breaths became frantic, hurried, and his heart rate elevated beneath the dirt as the war for Tython continued overhead. He could hear their marches, feel them even as he tried to rock back and forth in an all too violent manner.
His minute of terror came and went, the callous orbs behind the helmet closed and so too had his breaths. Calm, or as calm as one could find themselves in an entombed state. Had this been his end, Fett mused, had Carnifex been the match or more set to defeat him or was this an outcome that could have come from all Force users, his mind trickled over. It could not be, he refused to believe it, but he was stuck there all the same. Yet, in an effort to be free, Fett allowed for his eyes to open and dart around from within the helmet.
His sonic blaster, attached to his wrist, fired and the stones that encased him rumbled. Shifted. Even if such a small amount, it was something. But neither was time his ally on this doomed world.
Accessing Uriel Unit Command Matrix: Location: Deep in the Temple Ruins Allies: The Maw, New Sith Order Enemies: Team Lightside and Allies. Direct Enemy:Alessandra Io
Nowhere she'd rather be.
"No, no, no."
"Someone's coming, Ameli. We just have to wait, okay? I'm not leaving you, no matter what."
Shrinking island in a sea of lava, sheets of smoke gave two synthetic souls a private moment cut off from the world's woes. Shielded, given precious moments that were important, all that they had.
Ameliora listened like it was her world, a story with so many pieces. Her mother's tale drawing her into programmed adventures. She pictured herself there beside them, walking with her family, serving. Calculating… wanting that to be where she was. Her memory files and CPU were immersed to remember every detail. Temperature cooling, as systems gently began to shut themselves down, cradled in her mother's arms.
The call of duty when the galaxy needed her most.
"Our family." Ameliora managed to turn her head, the last pieces of her damaged helmet fully unclipped itself and rolled away. Feeling open air on her face, and needing to see her Mother's freely. Hug of her mother, tears falling from Alessandra. "it's okay." fading soft words, seeing pictures of her being taught to dance going through her mind, "you g…gave me life," resting her cheek on Alessandra's arm. Image of a family she'd never met, niece, sisters, the black knight, adventures that Alessandra had shown her, but always and especially dancing.
She hummed a small tune, it was both sad and happy at the time time. Happy she'd been given life, sad that she had to go. Synthesized from her mother's music.
"rre..Rem re…" Held there on Alessandra's lap, moments passed, she couldn't say what she wanted, almost desperate as she realized what could be done, her time was almost gone. Ameli's mouth opened, but there wasn't a sound.
Seconds now. She didn't want to look anywhere else or be anywhere else for them.
Goodbye.
Her power source, her synthetic heart, went quiet.
Fin for Uriel.
Fin for Ameliora, or was there a way? A way without a b…?What was Ameliora?
Analysing Uriel Unit: Personal Energy Shield: Destroyed Rogue Personality Profile Detected. Fading
A1-Ionsider Armor Condition: Light Puncturing, Electrical Burns, Insulation Damage.
Armor Ionization Buffers Condition: Empty 0%
Damage to Combat Chassis Endoskeleton: 25%
Primary Systems Damage:
Critical Damage to Primary Powersource. SHUT DOWN One Restart
Teresa remaind in place for the moment as she could feel the earth tremor beneath her. It was not till hearing the blaster shots, missiles and the roar of the flamethrower did she look over to the man clad in green. Further and further the man rapidly sunk into the chard and ash covered dirt. A breath of relief escaped whilst pushing herself up from of the ground. Exposed flesh was red and raw had she known any abilities to heal it would be something she'd have done. Placing the saber back onto the belt then slinging the blaster over one shoulder the woman looked around to see the battle here was won, the Kainite forces had taken the hill and suppressed enemy forces away. Perhaps to run knowing they have lost.
Strategically it was wise to regroup and prepare a counter. It would not work well in the enemy's favour given the whole time they had the advantage of elevation and still lost. No doubt a counter attack would be met with failure now that the allied forces was entrenching into positions.
The woman approached Darth Carnifex
with wings drooping and a slight sway. "Saying you are supposed to be teaching me, y'know how to use the force. I have still yet to learn anything from you. Feth what even was that thing, made my damn head feel like it was gonna go pop. The little stuff I do know well I could not feel it. Or well I could but it was like everything was behind unbreakable glass."
She leant against the man who seemed less of a tower to her now days, she knew they had to walk up the hill. Though she could fly, all the pain received had caused migraines and slight blurred vision. If required she could still fight. Her past life was suited for quick assignments, in out kill jobs. Warfare was a whole over ball park. The fact her stamina had held out so far amazed her but she was nearing a peek without a short rest. "Okay, gonna use one of my three requests. Unlike you I am no powerhouse juggernaut, though had I still have had the weaker body I would have died plain and simple. So I need new armor, Something that will protect me, unlike this one that is totalled. Even if it did last it's not suitable for what I have a feeling you will be dragging me into Kaine." She made her words sound assertive, even with the breathy tone of voice.
As she walked up the hill leant against her teacher all battered, her steps was taken as not to hinder his stride. Though she did not show it often nor in a correct manner that is socially acceptable, Teresa had come to enjoy being around the man. Well enough that the woman allowed herself to be close without all to much worry. In ways it was because Kaine was earnest, honest and direct. The man did not hide his intention from her that she was ever aware of.
Of course while pressing onwards to the captured territory she would be ready to listen to the words of wisdom that was soon to be spoken, though it did not stop a slight thought that came to mind. Soon as they where at the top there would be little to do while Carnifex did what he came to do. Meaning it was a good time to do something she had also been meaning to do for some time. Listening her eyes would also scour the path for a certain object, perhaps two.
Her left hand reached out as the other was behind Kaine's back. Flying from out the ash soaked mud came flying was a long double bladed saber. The depths of oxidation on the metal where it had been heated had given the weapon a rainbow effect, the leather and other parts had begun to deform. Though it was not its exterior she wanted but what was inside.
Geiseric was down. No amount of light could change the fate sealed for him. The power of the Sith Mandalore was more than his own.
As Khamul's jetpack flared to life and he began his charge, time slow to a snails pace. Clutching the burn holes in his armour, Geiseric looked up at the black sky. The shards of heaven falling from the moon lit up the darkness as their fires burned away, eventually to nothingness. Their now slow crawl across the sky gave him what felt like all the time in the world. To contemplate, to feel the presence of the one he loved at his side, eternally.
He could feel the many thousands of cries as the defenders fell one by one. There was a chance the Jedi would not succeed. That after so many millennia they would finally lose to the Sith. He had promised to be the vanguard, and he had done it to the best of his abilities. He was going to die in combat, in service to the Force.
What would be, would be.
He did not reply to The Unchained's taunts. They mattered not in the coming moments, serving only as a gloat.
And then, it was over. Mandalore's Lament came down, slashing Geiseric's torso.
He imagined he would feel the brutal pain of such a strike, but there was none. There was instead a release. As the blade struck, and Geiseric could feel the life escaping his body, the sky cracked along a million lines, shattering into light, dark, a myriad of colours that echoed across the Force.
The corpse of Geiseric vanished from mortal eyes, his soul ascending, preparing to become one with the Force. Its final words called out to his love.
With a gentle smile on her lips, Valery moved away from her husband and got straight into the clash with the Master of Ren. His body had sustained some significant damage, but despite it, he still fought fiercely and with great strength in his attacks. But Valery wasn't holding back anything either. She needed constant pressure on him to keep Kahlil out of a direct duel, so there was no way she'd allow him to get through her.
Even with his injuries, Kahlil was far from helpless though — his focus shifted to the Force and he used his strength to manipulate the debris around them to form large spears, which he threw at Kyrel to damage him and cover any opening Valery left in her assault. With any other Jedi or ally, this would have been incredibly risky but not between them. Kahlil especially had always been highly capable at tapping into their bond, even more than Valery was, so she didn't even need to pay attention to the spears.
He would never harm her.
"You can't keep this up forever, Kyrel," Valery said through gritted teeth as their blades locked and their duel shifted into a test of strength. Several spears had struck his limbs and now, one had gone straight through his torso as well. They couldn't kill him, they all knew that, but they were hampering his ability to fight, and up-close against Valery, which was likely going to become a problem for him. All she needed was one good opening, one opportunity, and she'd send him back into his grave.
But Kyrel had other plans, and with the spear coming out of his chest, he suddenly pulled on her in an attempt to impale her through the chest as well, and for a moment, she feared they were going down together. However, as the sharp tip drew closer to her body, Kahlil felt the threat to her life and manipulated the weapon he still had under his control. The spear angled away to the side, and rather than it piercing through her chest, it grazed against her side and slipped between her arm and body.
A small stream of blood followed, and Valery felt a sharp pain, but it paled in comparison to the damage it could have caused.
Now, Kyrel and Valery stood close together, their eyes locked and their weapons hissing against each other only inches away from their flesh. The tension was high, and even the smallest slip-up now would be the end of either one of them. But Valery's focus was unbreakable, and in an attempt to finally end the fight, she decided to try some of her own trickery.
In a single, fluid motion, Valery suddenly moved to the side and disengaged her lightsaber at the same time. With the sudden disappearance of her blade, she hoped the momentum Kyrel had would cause him to stumble forward, off-balanced. The woman would take the opportunity to ignite her blade again and aim a devastating blow to his body from behind. Using Trakata's unbalancing block was risky, but it was the best chance she had to get out of the dangerous lock they were in.
[Orange] Silver City, [Purple] Celestial City, [Teal] Ethereal, [Green] Divinity,[Red] Bartera
The Oceanic slowly crept as the barrage of Silver weaponry intensified from their cannons ” The Oceanic” and the select few of her crew that was either executive command staff or refusing to leave flew her directly at the picket line that was the massive warships that made up The Final Dawn. Most critical systems were either disabled or taken offline, so they were flying based all but on sight alone. It was that last-minute that every bit of power that was not going to the engines, all of it, was going to the guns. There was no stopping it now. The ship was adrift, and firing blindly, but intensely at everything in front of it.
The fireball that “The Oceanic” had morphed into was as beautiful as it was tragic.
There was simply no more way to just hold them back, the Coalition had to go on the offense, and if this sparked it if anything would, they had to try something.
“The Divinity” captain took it upon himself to take a page from what “The Bartera” was doing and begin to fly like an oversized “fighter” rerouting major power to the shields, sunlight engines, and maneuvering thrusters. They may not be able to match the straight-up firepower of the Star Destroyers, but both “The Divinity” and “The Bartera” had their own strengths and they were going to use them to their fullest. The Multi-role fighters (The X-wings and the Asheras) were showing the same style of thinking, giving the surface guns of the enemy capital ships more to deal with.
The Maw fighters trying to target them would have to deal with contending with Archangels as well as Jackal Class SCAR fighters.
The carriers? They were still ever so slowly moving closer, more guns on target. Yes, they would be hit, but the deployable turrets were now being set to shoot what they shot.
There were still two of the three Master’s Retreat relays because the force left behind was small. They were not able the destruction of an entire column, but two Haniel tanks, 2 Saraquiel fighting vehicles, 4 Gundarks and two Jackhammers, along with the two platoons were making progress. Concerted directed fire on the second tower was working. They could only hope it would work in time.
The slicers meanwhile with the main group were still working hard, localizing what they realized were “relay points”, hard points like a network that if properly attacked could shut down a multitude of others. While the physical attacks would commence; they would alternate with cyber attacks. These were an Angellus trick, not necessarily meant to “break in” or “leave openings, no, they were random and meant to confuse and draw focus on them. This would draw focus away from the physical attacks, the more focus is drawn away, the more mechanized weapons could be used.
They had to get to Kaleth, which meant that they were going to have to cross the Flesh Raider grounds. This was not going to be fun; as along with those Flesh Raiders, there were what looked to be unorganized troops fighting with whatever they could muster. The thing is they seemed to want to fight to their last breath as if maniacally fighting for a cause, regardless of its potential. The Marines, were not “Jedi”, not “Rangers”, they did not have the code that they followed. They had their own code, their own rules of engagement and they were in danger. So those figures would soon line the countryside. Gunships would focus on the Flesh Raiders as tanks and fighting vehicles would focus on the relays. The Gundarks and Jackhammers, along with Marines would fight these people. If they surrender, then that would be that, if they die then they die.
The Flooded plains were being flooded by Jedi if “Ares 1” was not exaggerating. The Flesh Raider grounds were being laid siege to by the main force of Marines. There was intense fighting and good men and tech were falling to their demise, and being lost, but the strength in numbers and the bonds that Marines share were unbeatable. They were going to win this if nothing else.
Ethereal (Long-range guns online, shields at 75 percent)
Silver City (Shields taking heavy damage holding at 62 percent, anti-concussion fields and jamming arrays in operation)
Celestial City (Heavy damage to forward launch/landing bays and boy, anti-concussion fields and jamming arrays in operation, shields holding at 51 percent)
"Avalon" Class destroyer “Oceanic” was Destroyed - 70 percent of the crew evacuated and recovered.
Revelry Class Cruiser “Bartera” (damage to multiple decks. Shields holding at 64 percent)
Carriers“Silver City”, and “Celestial City” are dug in returning fire Avatar of War fleet TSD’s with long-range cannons focusing on TSD’s 4, 5, and 6 to offer some assistance to SCAR teams.
Carrier “Ethereal” moving to engage Pincer fleet with deployed weapons satellites.
Surviving SCAR Teams (down a total of eight squadrons) committing to attacking ship weapons.
When teams aboard TSD-6 have set their charges around the engines, bail to zero-G, and signal “all clear” then all charges (set by teams and on empty fighters on and around TSD-5 and TSD-6) will go off in an attempt to disable all three ships. TSD-4 will bail by any means.
Azazael Class Stealth fighter squadrons (down three and one half squadrons total Angel squadrons 24.26, 28, and Voodoo squadrons 21-24) are now flying attack runs on FDS Purifier, FDS Despoiler, and FDS Eradicator as a decoy for the Oceanic to move into position.
After ” The Oceanic is in position, they join in on objective 10 for one run, but then drop down into the atmosphere to assist Objective 16 and commit to Objective 17
After ” The Oceanic” is in the position they join Interceptors squadrons, Ashera class fighters, NC-1000 X-wings, and Starfurys and proceed to hit anything and everything that is with FDS or TDS related. If it is a cannon, a shield generator, a wellspring, a fighter, it does not matter, if the vessels are aligned with the Brotherhood of the Maw, it gets destroyed. If all goes according to protocol
Cruiser “DIvinity” continues engaging “Ackbar Slash” as well as “Slashing the Deck” and multiple “Slingshot Maneuvers” with “Sovereignty Heavy fighters” on TSD’s when and where capable, all trying to draw fire away from attacking fighters and “The Oceanic”
“The Batera” is using “anti-fighter” is taking a primary “Anti-starfighter” role and keeping a mobile stance and attack pattern.
Bombers(Angel 32-36 , and Voodoo 25-27) are now attacking new targets. They change attack angles each run to eliminate any definitive pattern.
75x Defensive satellites up and operational engaging Pincer fleets as well as Final Dawn ships.
A small column of Marines left behind to secure LZ at Master’s Retreat are engaging AI relays there. The main force of Marines engaging Flesh Raiders and forces their protecting the AI.
Stealth Fighters fly cover for the Marines and takedown computer-controlled fighters.
Destroyer “Oceanic” is now destroyed with a self-destructed fireball with a weapon firing blindly as it went out.
Marines that are still at the Master’s retreat are reporting explosions and nominal losses they are engaging opposition forces. The Marines en route to Kaleth have come across the Flooded plains are engaging opposition with a heavy presence
“Ares 1” squadron of gunships are assisting Jedi in taking the Flooded Plains (en route to Kaleth)
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Objective: Defend the planet at all costs. Location: Tython Orbit Equipment: EU-10a Advanced Tactical Pistol | Overseer-pattern HPI Biochip | Hersir Mk.I Military Attire Ship: Angyali Nyugalom Writing With: Defenders The chorus of voices faded into the background as Admiral Mith'akis'ormo...
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Location: Ruins of the Jedi Temple - Tython Objective: Uncover the Secrets of Jedi Droids Dialogue Legend: │ “Verbal” Direct Engagement: Project Uriel Alessandra was fast, but in Uriel, it seemed that she had found her match or possibly even, a superior. The Chaplain brought her energy sword...
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Flooded Plains -: Romi Jade His first answer was an earnest smile, one touched with sadness however; Jace missed the lives of his friends, he realised, the times he was one able to share with them all were now lost to him. Held in stasis, encased in a tube, a victim to one more beast than man...
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~ It only happens when you lose hope. You taught me that hope is the most important. You believed in me when I gave up. I believe in you too, my love! ~ she told him.
And Eina looked at Vinaze, waiting for the Eldritch creature to respond. She wondered what the man would answer. Did he learn the laws of the place where he lived for so long, or did he still just wanted to use the Nether to gain power? However, the Valkyrja no longer received an answer to this; at least not now. Moments later, the mind-palace began to disintegrate around them. Something happened out there. Though she didn't know, it was the moment when reality broke out there, around there.
This also affected the duel between the two Nether creatures. As are the following events. She felt from her husband that he had given up. She wanted to tell him not to, she was always here and supporting him. The next moment she felt severe pain in her side. It wasn't her own injury, it was Gei's. The man's aura surrounded the woman in myriad colours, and then, as the two auras strengthened each other, they blinded the mind-palace in the form of Force light. Moments later, Eina was in reality again. She didn't feel Vinaze's presence, but she was sure the man wasn't dead yet. The eldritch was stronger than that.
The Dyad didn't break, she heard Gei's voice in the Force. Eina saw the cracks in the fabric of reality, how the planet was behaving, what had happened to Ashla. She also saw in the Force how terrible the world was. But now another task was more important. She felt her husband's presence, his soul intact. She was infinitely relieved the way she felt him. Most beings would probably have been sobbing that the love of their lives, the other half of their souls, had died. Eina didn't feel sad or grief. For her, death was different, for the Valkyrja it was a normal part of life. And as a creature of the Netherworld, she knows death is only a step towards a new life.
The Dyad still existed, their love really spanning several worlds, through life and death. The Light of Ashla was still lit in Ashla's light in the Force. She appeared in visible form, in her angelic form, in the temple, shining in a golden light, not only in the Force, but in reality. After all, their light is strongest during the darkest hours. She looked at Khamul first, then where Gei was. Although his body was not visible anymore, Eina saw exactly the golden-silver aura, her knight. Two Valkyrja were already there beside the man's soul.
~ Get out of my way! ~ she told them, her voice was cold, emotioness, like her mother's.
~ First! I don't think you ha- ~ the Valkyrja told her.
~ He is my husband; it is my duty. I take care of his soul. ~ her voice was softer and kinder now.
The two Valkyrja pulled away and gave way to the woman. Eina walked over and hugged her husband's soul. The golden-silver aura, the soul, was thus visible to others for a few moments. She smiled kindly at the man in the usual way and shook her head gently. She was a little sad but not mourning, her eyes warm and kind, her blue eyes gleaming with love. She was happy that her husband's soul was intact, but there was a little fear in her about the next question. Before the question, she kissed Gei softly and gently, then smiled at him.
To her, nothing changed. No matter if her beloved crusader was a living creature or a soul…
~ You don't owe me an apology, never, my beloved crusader! ~ she said softly, lovingly. ~ You've seen my species doing their task many times. You know what comes next, what I'm going to ask. Do you want to continue to serve Ashla and her will as one of her children and with this you can stay with me to fight the Bogan together? Or you just want me to take you to the Seat of Ashla, so you can be with her? ~
While waiting for an answer, the longest and most painful moments of Eina's life followed…
Kahlil's other hand lifted. Pulled at the invisible wires he'd been controlling. Then he felt the brief panic. Instinct took precedent as he angled the makeshift spear away from injuring Valery any more than it had already. Or would have. Their bond went beyond just them being able to feel one another or be close. The Dyad almost made them the same person. At times, it was confusing. Others, overwhelming.
But in moments like this, it was less of two people sharing a bond and more of one person sharing two bodies. Had it not been for that, he certainly would have impaled his wife while trying to help her fight the Ren monster.
He grimaced and lowered the ruined cybernetics. No, this wasn't going to do. Throwing spears to cover her blind spots was useful. Having them be used as weapons against her, not so much.
But the ones still inside Kyrel, he could use that. As Valery stepped back and disengaged her blade, Kahlil reached both hands forward. Gripping what remained of his weapons to try and force the monstrous figure to stumble forward in time with Valery's next strike.
Captain Torson and his men had begun heading towards the Nutrient Storage when one of the Raptors informed Torson of recent developments. "Captain, the Retribution Corps are reporting that the blast doors infront of them were shut down remotely. Probably from House Io. Their progress towards the Nutrient Storage will be delayed." the Raptor said. "Then it's up to us to stop these delusional maniacs." Torson replied as he and his men continued to advance towards the Nutrient Storage. With enough luck, they'd arrive ahead of the House Io Androids and deal with them accordingly and then proceed to disable that nuke before it could be detonated. If they failed, the Avatar of War would be crippled and unable to function, destroying all hopes of a Mawite Victory here at Tython.
Suddenly the blast doors infront of Torson and his Raptors slammed shut, followed by the blast doors far behind him, trapping the Raptors. Before long, poison gas began to fill the hallway. "These guys have to be really desperate if they're using poison gas." a Raptor said. The Raptors were fitted with Cybernetic Internal Organs which allowed them to endure Chemical Weapons such as Poison Gas and as such regardless of the concentration of gas, they were able to survive and most importantly operate as if nothing had ever happened. In the case of Torson, his armor was fitted with Filtration and Air Recirculation Systems which would provide the Captain with a limited 24-30 hour supply of oxygen, more then enough to survive in this conditions. Either way, the Poison Gas would do little harm to the Raptor Commandos and they would proceed to head towards their destination.
Immediately, two pairs of Raptors headed towards the blast doors and with the combined might of their eight enhanced Cybernetic Arms they were able to force the door open, proceeding to do so with every other closed blast door they would encounter. House Io may have slowed them down a bit, but they were still making progress and still, they would arrive at the Nutrient Storage just in time to stop the House Io Operatives from crippling the Avatar of War.
It was everything and more. The unholy incantations washed over the land, unabated. His plan shall soon bloom … into decay.
The ash-covered sorcerer's presence was now at its utmost peak; Ptolemis had finally achieved an absolutely abhorrent unison with the shadow of Bogan. Siphoning the chaotic energies around him, he truly was a black sun that beckoned the death of the universe itself. He felt awed, ecstatic, terrified, humbled and empowered by the profane visions glimpsed from behind the veil of the mundane, exhilarated by the dark revelations whispered to him by eyeless godheads staring at him through the abyss of the Dark Side. His blackened aura withered everything with any life in it around him, down to its last atoms. He had never felt so close to that untouchable key, that forbidden truth to unlock his long sought-after nirvana of blasphemy. Destiny, he felt, was in his vile grasp.
In his mind, he was far, far away from Tython. He rode upon the backs of primordial timewaves, floated past burning globes of gas and soared through the cold nothingness of the galaxy; only to realize, that for all this time, he himself had been the key. As he opened his eyes, he knew. The door was now unlocked.
Now, it were the harbingers of death that needed to act.
And not a moment too soon. Having neglected all military assignments, his order log was clogging up to extremes; updates on all theatres of war flooded his datapad screen and as he swiped through the endless influx of devastating casualty reports, Ptolemis' attention was grabbed by a particular liability. The Avatar of War had been infiltrated. The Sith Lord looked up, and easily hooked his mind with that of his apprentice, who he knew and felt was also on Tython. In fact, the Blasphemer's own master Dimitri Voltura was around, so direct cooperation between Ptolemis' secret apprentice and himself was obviously impossible. His unholy mind's voice was as dour as the thick volcanic smoke occasionally wafting around him. – Surea
. The Avatar needs to be purged of all hostiles. – It was a clear order. Time was never on the side of the Brotherhood. – Your unique power would be excellent in those confined spaces. I want our enemies melted into puddles of rot. – The telepathic message rang out in the minds of both Lord and Apprentice.
Just as the Sith would resume the coordination of the measly few Moon Children that survived the battle with the Imperial Specialists further below, a sudden spike of disturbance in the Force made him raise his eyebrows beneath his mask. He inhaled deep, and as he exhaled, so did his psyche expand along with the air, planting dread wherever it flowed. He turned his head ominously and at a barely audible volume he exclaimed.– Remarkable. –He spoke honestly, impressed by how close somebody had gotten to him. Since he couldn't yet pinpoint the intruder's exact location, he continued with his voice somewhat raised. – I hadn't felt your arrival, stranger... Show yourself, so that I may learn why you chose to walk willingly into the dark.
Then all of a sudden, he felt the fabric of reality collapse. Its seams unraveled before his very eyes.
Percival continued to stare. He didn't want to believe it. His mother, a Cultist? It was too terrible to be true.
Yet as she bade him come forward, his programming made his legs move. Even if she was a Cultist, she was still Mother. The one person in the galaxy to whom he held absolute loyalty.
"Ok... interest of disclosure, yes, I am your mother... technically. But I'm from another reality where I became a Brain Demon Cultist. And I'm enchanting these charges so they blow a hole in reality and unleash thousands of Avatars of the Brain Demon onto the battlefield, because that's the awesome thing to do to feth the Maw over, who I would see destroyed for killing you in my reality. So, we got a bit of a problem and I might need a teensy sample of your muscle tissue to fix it. Sound good? Any questions? Please ask questions...."
She had more or less confirmed his fears, although it was a comfort at least to know that this was Xiphos from an alternate reality.
One where Percival was apparently dead.
The Chaplain lowered his eyelids, his countenance growing more saturnine as she spoke. "Of course, Mother," he replied. "Would a finger be enough?"
Unsheathing a knife, he sliced off the index finger on his left hand and gave it to her. He felt no pain, even as silver blood trickled from the wound. She had requested that he ask questions, so he did so.
"What made you choose to become a Cultist?" At least, he hoped it was her choice. If they had forcibly converted her... "What killed me in your reality?"
Surea could swear she could hear the sarcasm from the droid. Back on her ship, she sat down in the medical wing of her shuttle. The ruined cybernetic arm had already been removed, and a replacement was swiftly being attached. It wasn't the first time she had to replace her own arm, though having a state of the art ship to do it on certainly helped. Still, she didn't like this feeling.
She lost, didn't she? A draw at best. Against those two Jedi. .. No, she lost. She was only here because of an outside force she still couldn't even see. It angered her. Truly angered her.
– Surea. The Avatar needs to be purged of all hostiles. Your unique power would be excellent in those confined spaces. I want our enemies melted into puddles of rot. –
No. Any anger she had at herself faded the moment she heard her Master's voice in her mind. Grim determination formed instead. The Jedi survived, she had lost. But her Rot hadn't been captured for study. A silver lining, all things considered. She stood, flexing her newest hand.
"Plot a course for the Avatar. Bring us in under stealth."
"Are you sure? If you die there, it will be such a hassle for me to clean up your mess."
Her fist clenched in annoyance. The droid stared, said nothing, then bowed it's head and went to the bridge. Best not push too far, it figured. "And find me a weapon."
The battlefield had been crazy to start with, but it had kicked into overdrive with all the wizard joojoo going around. Not that any Mando'ade shied away from battle. They were all in the thick of it - either on the ground or in space.
Vren had long since lost track of Siv Dragr
where he had been engaging some Sith Lord. Instead, the Karjr was in the deep western mountains with Nag raining hell down on some Moon Children with her particle cannon while she howled through the dark clouds.
:; Picking up wanted signal. :: Nag stated to Vren where he was sitting in the cockpit firing a missile at a contingent of Scar Hounds. "Who?" he asked. :: Emperor of Sith Empire. :: she said. "That's been up for debate for over a decade now. But gotcha. Take us down. I have a hollow point for him." Vren said.
The Basilisk adhered with a rumble.
An ominous howl would be heard getting ever closer to the area around the Seeing Stone in the dark sky before Hell itself shot from clouds with beams of gold shooting in rapid fire in the direction of the retreating Darth Carnifex
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to keep them at a distance. Nag hovered over the area, allowing Vren to shoot from the cockpit and touch down slowly with his jetpack.
Pulling one of his pistols, the Karjr stood to face the duo. Just then, the ground beneath his feet let out a shudder completely different from the rest of the planet. <Give me readings, Girl.> he told Nag. :: Reading life signs beneath your location. :: she replied in his ear as she made a berth before her great bulk touched down behind him, her particle and laser cannons trained on the two Sith. <Blow the ground apart, Girl. Find out what's beneath. I got your back and unfinished business.> Vren told her, not taking his eyes from the One that had ravaged his homeworld all those years ago.
Without hesitation, her particle cannon was turned groundward and started to whir the 6 beams into one, drilling apart the ground just as Vren took the air once again, jetpack howling and other pistol drawn as well, loosing particle blasts at both the Sith, not straying too far away from the great Basilisk as she drilled away at the soil where she had picked up life signs.
It could be only one of two things - enemy or friend underground.
Colors shifted to different spectrums, and shapes deformed from what they were originally. If all this was possible, then surely water could catch on fire and burn. Bogan still eclipsed the sun, the only light he could see were the flames of war and his lightsaber. Argent blade changing its hues. From the darkness something struck him, something he saw momentarily by the lights from their lightsabers. Right at the side of his midsection, a blade pierced his armor and skin. He fell from his charge, a free hand went to touch his wound. It was no ordinary spear by its nature, not from what he could sense. Blood escaped from the open wound. How badly was the wound? Simon would find out soon enough, he was not, unfortunately, adept with medicine.
Gritting his teething, the Knight did not attempt to dislodge the spear from his person. She was still standing there, didn’t move an inch at all. Only she would attempt another blast of telekinesis at the Templar, after her taunting. On one knee he stood, and stretched his arms out with repulse. Strong enough to divide the blast and have it fly past him.
She was standing so still it was perfect. He really did a number on her knee. Good, then she would kneel down like he was now. His free hand reached out towards her with the Force focusing on her injured knee. Pressure began to intensify on her knee as he was attempting to crush it, explode her knee joint and have her suffer. Suffer for her sins of devoting herself to radical desires and practicing the Dark Side.
“You will suffer from your machinations as Tython does now.”
“And purgatory shall lay claim and torment you.”
He would drag her to her death, even if it meant his own. And in death she would know no peace; peace did not belong to those who practiced evil as they would suffer beyond the plane of the living in the depths of Chaos.
Her work done she signaled to her crew to start pulling out. They moved out into the corridors deeper into the structure of the Avatar if the intel they had was accurate that is where she would need to go to plant her package for maximum damage.
<"All Enclave forces on net brace for detonation in 3… 2… 1… Fire in the hole.">
With that she clacked the detonator. All at once a sound that put thunder to shame roared out ripping apart the ammo bunk throwing shrapnel and sending massive waves of pressure outwards that should leave any too close to the bunker dead. Her team and she used it to cover their movement deeper into the Avatar.
Objective: Aide Master Thio
Tags: Jax ThioCear'bhaill
Location: Tython; Outskirts of the Jed'aii Temple
Anneliese watched the duel continue between the two as she gripped the rocks impatiently. She knew her Masters attention to detail and to his surroundings but also knew she would come as a massive surprise to him since his attention was centered on the duel. She looked downwards at her sabre, knowing she could do the foolhardy ' jump into it head first ' scenario and hope for the best, that being she'd catch Cear'bhaill
off guard and be able to actually do damage... or, she'd die. For quiet sometime now, leading up to this Jax had been focusing on her lightsaber forms and her level of patience when it came to engaging actual enemies... this scenario especially required the utmost tact, besides, its not like she wanted to die.
Positioning herself just in the line of sight of Jax, Anneliese took a meditative post, crossing her legs and joining her hands together... this was a dangerous gambit as well, no one was near her to help keep line of sight around her on the battle field, which meant, no back up... she had to increase her 'field of vision'. When Anneliese meditated, she learned to develop a 'wheel of sight'... but this had its limitations... for she could only sense so far in the set wheel, which was where having someone near her helped immensely. Pushing all doubt aside, and taking a deep breath she spoke. "Here goes nothing..." Closing her eyes and reaching out into the force, Anneliese would slip into her Battle Meditation as she began to boost her Masters abilities, and pushing her presence on him... letting him know, she'd defied him and followed him out onto the field... she was the determined sort, and would help, no matter what. Whispering within the force, she would gently speak.<< Please don't be mad... But accept my help my Master. I will help boost your reflexes, and stamina. I'm with you Jax. >>
"Brilliant logic." She said, seeking to pull initially with the Darkwhip's dark side tendrils. "Except by that logic, whenever there's a Mandalorian civil war, all Mandalorians are at war with each other." The slashes of light and energy were avoided - the first by a rush to the side that dislodged the tendril that had been seeking to eat into the Mandalorian's armor, and the second impeded by a dark lash from the profane weapon that unleashed a potent burst of energy as the conflicting powers combined.
Onrai's avatar was forced back by the burst, shadowed feet skidding on the rough yorik coral floor. This mortal was tough, and perhaps another approach would be needed, one she had pirated from an old foe. A hand reached into the blackness of her internal essence and withdrew a fistful of neutronium ball bearings - so similar to what she had taught her apprentice Sasmay Cull
to use years prior. Tossing them up, a great burst of force sent the wall of them towards Runi at breakneck speeds, a cloud of deadly shrapnel sent towards the Mandalorian warrior.
Siv's attacks were turned easily away, almost effortlessly only serving to further frustrate the Mandalorian. This Sith's super speed was becoming a hassle that Siv had not predicted, and he was paying dearly for it. But this was only the tip, only the beginning. His attacks may have been ineffectual, but his resolve was iron.
But suddenly the Sith pulled back -- yet another unexpected move -- and as Siv braced for a counterattack, his vision was suddenly flooded with memories. Memories of watching Mandalore burn from orbit. Memories of walking through the ashen ruins of what had been his home. His family. Loss, uninvited, filled his soul to an aching point. Then his vision unblurred and his focus once more centered on the Sith in front of him. And his loss was replaced by hatred. Pure, unbridled hatred.
No more games. No more taunts. Siv was ending this.
He threw the spear to the side dramatically, then rushed the Sith in what would come across as rash bravado, but his mind was coldly calculating each step. With only a few meters of ground to cover between the two, he let loose with the disruptor barrel in his gauntlet, firing multiple particle blasts as he threw a fast kick at the Sith's torso -- and engaged the magno-lock soles on his boot at the same time, magnetically locking onto the Sith's phrik armor. Pushing downwards with his might, he intended to send the Sith into the ground with the Mandalorian on top of him -- then let loose with a barrage of furious swings with crushgaunt-encased hands and vibrospine slashes, taking aim at the Sith's unprotected face, determined to beat it into a bloody pulp.
Superious was at an advantage, no one has a definitive defence against lightning and it also causes damage, he should know, that he had been struck by it as a child for being obstinate, several times in fact and he became less so as he got older. Sabers were better than nothing and therefore he hasn't managed to fry the young Jedi yet. He hoped not like that will end the fun too quickly, an easy fight is a boring one.
Superious was powerful but never stupid and he knew to be overconfident will leave him vulnerable. There is something suddenly very wrong and it threw him a little, not noticeably but enough to pull his attention to the sudden disturbance, he felt a snap in the Force's fabric moments later. The reality was starting to unravel and Lord Solipsis is the likely culprit. Doing the Avatars' work and he had the Ubese's support. Even if the air was rippling with distortion.
Then his spine tingled with danger as he had a split second to get out of the way of the new stone assault, the lightning stopped abruptly as Superious avoided getting broken arms but instead got a chunk of stone to his back, sending him hurtling away and down a crack in the flagstone floor and into a crypt of some kind. He fought back a scream of pain as he landed, something cracked in there and the bone is rubbing against its now separated place. The pain will undoubtedly worsen.
He was only a few feet away from Silas. He can use the force to drag the Lightsider down here with him so there will be no high ground to be had. He vowed to win and do so by any means necessary. So he aimed a Force Push in the direction of Silas hoping to get him down here to continue the battle. The Ubese noticed with revulsion that ruins tend to flood, underground water seeps up if the conditions were just right, that and rodents. He can sense them scurrying around. The pain in his back pulsed angrily as he focused more on bringing the Jedi down to where he was, each moment of doing so hurt.
Superious refused to show pain or any weakness. The victory of the Maw depended on everyone doing their part in the war effort. That included him and he had agreed to bear arms against those who stood against their ideals.
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