Shot To The Heart (Lords of the Fringe Dominion of Trevura)

[Ashin Varanin]

MSE-007 had arrived in style, clipped to the head ventral gun of a Seroth-class frigate. It gave him much glee to ride on the barrel of an agrocite-enhanced long-range turbolaser.

As the station drew near, he disengaged and used his repulsorlifts to control his descent towards what seemed to be the nearest airlock. His wheels spun soundlessly.

 

[Valik]

The military's files were, like the universities, sparse and for the most part, full of fluff. It seemed lightsaber combat was not a standard topic of discussion. He needed to find a better source. If he had time he'd experiment and write a thesis of his own, perhaps a dissertation, encourage the real 'artists' of the field to put their talents to paper, but he had little time. He needed to figure out a good place to get data, after all his armor was sparing and he wouldn't get any trainign if he just went around spamming force powers . . . .

"Ensign!" He ordered, and one of the men came up to him rather professionally.

"I need access to your most secure terminal."

"Yes sir, follow me sir." And so Valik did. He had work to do.

 

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="Lucianus Adair"]

"Sometimes I wish combat was less of a dichotomy. Trap, not a trap. There seems so much room for error in dichotomy. There should be so many accidental options. I suppose it's only a dichotomy because people keep seeing me coming."

A shadowy figure distorted a door's outline, and her rifle spat a Ssi-Ruuvi particle beam, paralyzing at least part of that particular ambusher.

"Perhaps it's because i talk too much."

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Zoe followed her hutt master @[member="Rasho the Hutt"] as she always did, clad in golden swimwear as always, but this time with a rifle at the ready.

"Do you just hire yourself out to everyone Rasho? I thought Hutts were supposed to be Crime Lords, not bounty hunters." She prodded him, calling him by his name rather than master and speaking with him as an equal rather than as a slave. It was what she did, after all, if she didn't, who'd give him his healthy dosage of daily sass?

 

[Dharma Vessia]

Being with the big wigs, Dharma knew she had to behave a little better than tea parties or playing tag with the objects around her. She sat quietly because she knew the moment her mouth open. It would chatty time with all the talking things around her. Focus was sent to her saber in her hands. The claws of her Jensaarai armor trace over the hilt.

Then came the time to move, Dharma moved from the ship into the station. A giggle slipped out as her saber ignited. She moved to block fire from blaster while she slowly let madness slip in their minds, and they were seeing everything talking to them. The objects like the wall were telling them to kill themselves, and they did. Walking on, giggling, she stepped over their bodies.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Zius Aurus"] @[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

Na'Varro's explanation provoked a grunt of acknowledgement, and she caught Zius Aurus' eye with a nod. Then Na'Varro was in the thick of it. Force shields had never been her style, so to speak -- but then again, in another sense they were very, very much her style. Force Weapon was the term, and she surrounded her body with that sort of shielding as blasterfire filled the hall. She was, not to put too fine a point on it, a tank.

The telekinesis, though, that wasn't her forte like it was Alen's. She followed his blast with simple lightning in eye-searing hues, stalking deeper into the station.

 

[Rekali the Hutt]

Ardak heard the rumblings of hanger bay doors opening, and then felt the thrust in his belly of the shuttle accelerating and leaving the mothership. Their was a slight sensation of weightlessness as they left the gravitational pull of ship, before the pilot activated the necessary counter systems. They'd be on the planet here soon, and able to start the consecration ceremony, hopefully without any hit-


BAM

The ship rumbled. "What the hell was that?"

"Laser cannon Shreeftut. They're coming at us with fighters."

"Evade" Ardak ordered.

"Yes sir."

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Zius crouched slightly, readying himself and concentrating the Force to flow through his body despite his loss of limbs in the past. Most of his body was intact, yet the loss of his arms left a scar on his mind forever and a day. He reached into his coat, pulling forth his own lightsaber as he clicked his thumb over its activation key, causing a burst of crimson light to illuminate his visor, matching the red of his eye. He followed right behind Alen with his curved hilt held at an angle just behind his forearm, watching the Force push break the two attackers with ease, grinning softly behind the dark of his helmet.

@[member="Alen Na'Varro"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

One of the Rebels, as it happened, was a clone of Ashin Varanin's original body -- the body she'd worn as Sith Empress. And that particular clone, heavily tattooed along bare arms and packing weapons she couldn't begin to understand, had set up a nice little killzone at a major corridor intersection. When someone -- anyone -- got there, she intended to unleash hell.

 

[Valik]

Valik followed the ensign past some grey hallways typical of a ship, before finally reaching the terminal he desired. Valik propped up a chair, cracked his knuckles, and began furiously typing on the holographic keyboard in front of him.

"What are you doing Dr. Valik?" The Ensign asked.

"I'm going to hack into the databases back at Dromund Kass. Most of them will be slag, but I know the system well enough if the mandalorians haven't changed it."

"Isn't that uhh, illegal sir?"

"That's why I told you to direct me to the most secure ship Ensign."

 

[Dharma Vessia]

Each step taken was one of alert and fun times. Dharma held her saber up and waited for the walls to yell out where to block. As rebels popped out, she used the force in giving them the reality she lived in. They did listen to the talking objects but some had stronger wills. Those were the ones Dharma got to slap-chop in ninja blending.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Doom Rider, some called him. Harbinger of Desolation. Scream of the Apocalypse, poetically enough. He considered himself the dark between the stars, the End, the Summation.

His wheels touched down on top of the space station. Nearby, a transparisteel window revealed Rebels in a great hurry, arming themselves.

His heavy blaster roared soundlessly, and the window began to come apart.

 

[Aran Finn]

@[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Zius Aurus"]

They would pass through the halls of the station like a knife through warm butter. Alen strode forward arrogantly now, displaying his full power. Shielded, he erected a Wall of similar energy to cut off the escape of two more regular soldiers, who hit the Wall and were flung backward. Barely using his lightsaber, such was the nature of his Shield, he moved further and into another firefight. He Pulled one man down and slammed him into the ground, killing him. Stalking forward and using another devastating Push to blast apart the hasty Rebel defence, they pressed on.

 

[Lucianus Adair]

He flicked the lightsaber to life, spilling out a length of near-black unlight, as the beam of her weapon took down the would-be assailant.

"There are means by which I can remain more or less unseen." He quipped, moving forward at a soft-footed, quick creep. "And it helps if you talk less. Or not at all."

Was that a criticism? Maybe. Maybe not. He approached the door and felt without eyes around the corners with his senses. There were others, but not nearly so close.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Alen Na'Varro"] @[member="Zius Aurus"]

"Be wary," said Ashin quietly, as Na'Varro's Force shields crushed and broke. "Impressive as this is, you'll wear yourself out. Not many can keep up this level of energy expenditure for long, in my experience. Not without becoming very specialized. Are you very specialized, Na'Varro?"

Lightning arced around him, picking off targets ahead of him.

 

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="Lucianus Adair"]

"A man of subtlety? I can respect that. You do walk quietly for someone your size."

She slipped open a door and paddle-beamed the room behind it. A Rebel, half in cover, clutched a paralyzed arm until her beam found his skull and he dropped, insensate. She scanned the room, then stepped out again to rejoin Adair in pressing on.

 

[Rekali the Hutt]

Ardak's ships evaded valiantly, and sounds were made as the Ssi-Ruuk pilot returned fire. He wasn't quite sure why it made a sound, as space was supposed to be a vacuum, but almost every example of a space battle he could think of involved visible and hearable weapons. Quite the odd conundrum. Unless, there was something out in the reaches of space that reacted with the sound and plasma energy traveling through, giving it a medium. But what could it be? It finally dawned on him as he thought of his leaders, his friend Ben Watts, other Jedi and Fringers he knew that wielded the plasma sabers. They said the Force was everywhere, what if it was in space? What if it was the medium light and sound traveled through?

"THIS MUST BE DOCUMENTED." He said and began to explain his discovery to the gold lizards around him, who were rather unappreciative of his discovery during combat.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

An immense hutt in Vonduun Skerr Hutta battle armor pressed on into the bowels of the station -- and there he went with the digestive metaphors again. He procured a living snack from a belt pouch and devoured it with minimal slobber or fuss, one hand still brandishing his ignited lightstaff.

He paused, immense head tilting.

Something smelled like Vaapad.
@[member="Saki"]

 

[Aran Finn]

"Shield is something I've worked on a while." Truth be told, Alen was more worried about combat than conversation. "Shield, Grip, Push. My specialisations."

As his Shields finally cracked under the pressure, his lightsaber picked up the slack. In fact, he moved his body to evade most of the blasterfire, only intercepting shots that were actually going to hit his body. If it got too much, he could always zig-zag forward to close the gap, which he did. Moving forward, he was among the Rebels quickly, mixing feet attacks in with his lightsaber strokes. He made work of the Rebels, but his dash forward took him into @[member="Ashiin Varanin"]'s killzone.

@[member="Ashin Varanin"] @[member="Zius Aurus"]

 

[Valik]

Slicing was a talent that Valik had a tlanet for, but no real practice in, at least none that most people would remember. Truth be told, the plantous man @[member="Jak Sandrow"] of the Fringe was a better slicer all things considered, but Valik was motivated and he had no time for excuses or complaints. Even his own. After all, he needed information to analyze before entering combat. Thus he furiously typed away, before he finally reached the government systems of Dromund Kass. From here it'd be a simple method of sorting files-

ACCESS DENIED

"Oh you're going to regret that." He said to the computer and began whizzing away, trying to bypass the firewall. He'd have to infect the system with a virus now as payback for making things difficult.