Sith Crusades: Attack on Voss

[Lief]

Team Lightside
Among the Athena Initiative Diplomatic Convoy to Voss
Onboard the Miraphaet
[ [member='Arutha'] [member='Sala'dine'] ]

He pushed through without opposition... At first.

When shots rained toward them from the Silvers however, Lauris cursed under his breath and yelled through his comms at the incompetent crew he had been lumbered with, pulling back the ship away from Voss' atmosphere. He felt his poor baby rock, the shields straining as one of the Silver's shots got through. She wouldn't be able to take much more.

"You idiots!" he yelled, spinning the vessel in an erratic maneuver in hopes of avoiding another blow, "Lancsel, you were supposed to relay the codes when we reached the system! They think we're with the damn Sith!"

Idiots, idiots, idiots. This was why he had asked to go solo. But no, apparently the Initiative decided that crews were more efficient. More efficient my ass!

"Open comms, you fool, now! Before we're blown to smithereens! So much for a bloody diplomatic venture!"

His supposedly experienced Communications Officer leaped into position, sending out the access code's they'd been provided with toward the Silvers who had misinterpreted the situation. Understandable, given the sordid state of affairs.

"Silver Jedi, this is Captain Floyd of the Miraphet," Lars spoke into the connection which had been established, shaking his head at his incompetent crew. The Lost would hear about this! "We are with a diplomatic convoy from the Athena Initiative, scheduled for a meeting with the Grandmaster. I apologize for the bad timing, but it's a firefight out here and we didn't come prepped for battle. Permission to descend?"

"Captain, we have a problem... Hermes was engaged, it's down Sir."

"Roger that, try to establish a line with the crew... It's a long shot, but someone might have made it out alive."

Lancsel had his work cut out for him now. Lars supposed that was what happened when inept crew tried to cut corners, not again.

Hermes... Wasn't that the Cartographer's ship? Shame. He had grown quite fond of the man.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Manticore
Enemies: [member="Rakkus"]
Questionable: [member="Arisa Yune"]
Allies: Clearly none
Objective: Watch.

Miles snorted dismissively as he overlooked the fight going on in space his eyes flicking back and forth before he finally sighed shaking his head he gestured once and stood heading to his command throne. "Pull back our fleet I am tired of dealing with thinly veiled threats and distrust after losing men. Inform Emperor Baelor that we will hold position in system until farther orders are given." He turned his eyes towards the planet sensing the fluctuating dark side force from the ground chuckling he shock his head leaning back in the command throne on the bridge of the Manticore his violet eyes bored. "You know people always wonder why they get robbed by a pirate most of the time its because you cross or threaten said pirate." He reached down by his command throne pulling out a bottle of correllian whiskey he opened it taking a long drink from it.

 

[Willa Isard]

Location: Voss-Ka
Allies: Jedi and Allies
Enemies: Sith

Her team had arrived and from here they could move around getting in the lift as they started to head up willa looked at the city standing there. Interest and people milling about to defend it before she spoke into the headset. "Report, any more activity?" There was a pause. "Ahhh there was a quake for a moment but given the amount of jedi and mystics here who can repel darkside attacks.... It really only ruined my uniform. I spilled blue milk all over it and now it is totally ruined." Willa was looking out as more information about further ships and communications were happening. Her attention went to who was here on the ground and Voss-Ka had [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] who she didn't know but the Vahla commander came out of the lift speaking as she heard some of the other communications.

"Aster hold your ground, the jedi temple is fifty kilometers away, going there when you can be used here in case the lines of voss and jedi working on things fails is more important." She stood there while looking and walking into the city itself as the teams of jedi and ranger's were working on the defenses. "Report." The one from the squad was standing there and with a small smirk. "Not much to report, most of the things that got onto the planet have been quiet. A darksiders is trying to do things but a single being going against a city is not really that much of a danger. The mystics are reporting that the darkside flared for a moment but all fo those classes to teach the jedi force light so they could combat it... they seem to be coming in handy." Willa gave a nod standing there as she waited.

 

[Aster Rose Baelor]

Location: Jedi Academy, near Voss-ka
Objective: Help out the Silver Jedi
Allies: Silver Jedi & friends
Enemies: Sith & co.

"My apologies princess, but your safety is paramount and we as your security force are duty-bound to protect you - a duty we will not stray from," Everly said as she threw Aster over her shoulder before the girl was able to react.

"Evans, have you packed up the princess' belongings?" Everly called to one of the men. Although she was not their Lord-Commander, her words carried as just much weight owing to her position as the Iron Empire princess' personal bodyguard.

"Put me down, Everly. We must help the Jedi," Aster struggled, attempting to force herself out of the woman's grasp.

"Not at the expense of your safety," Everly snapped, reprimanding the teenager. "It would only cause trouble if someone was to happen to you on Voss," she frowned then turned the man she had addressed before Aster's interruption.

"Yes," the man replied. "Packed and already on the ship."

"Good," Everly dismissed the man with a nod of her head and boarded the ship. "Edwards, is the ship powered up and ready to go?" she asked, putting Aster down once the ship's ramp was retracted and its door closed.

"It is. We will be leaving momentarily," Edwards replied.

"Good," Everly said simply and firmly escorted Aster to her room. "Reid, ensure she does not leave her chambers until we arrive in Iron Empire space."

"Understood," the man replied as he assumed his position in front of the princess' door as the ship departed Voss.

 

[Zef Halo]

Team Lightside
Among the Athena Initiative Diplomatic Convoy to Voss
Onboard the Miraphaet
[member="Arutha"] | [member="Lauris Floyd"]

Holy feth.

Holy feth.

Holy feth.

The phrase played on repeat within Darryl's mind as he tried to focus on the scanner suite before him. Lancsel, beside him, was trying to patch the captain through but considering their dialogue over the internal comm system, the conman concluded that the communications officer wasn't doing the best of jobs.

Not that Darryl cared anymore. The moment he felt the ship got hit, he put his hands away from the suite and lit a cigarette.

"What in the universe are you doing?" Lancsel's voice came in from beside him.

"If we're dying, might as well die relaxed." Darryl replied hopelessly.

Lancsel shook his head and turned back to his station when the captain requested for him to try and open a channel with the downed ship. The fact that one of their ships had already been downed meant that Darryl would retain the same fatalistic position as he was in currently.

<Nothing, cap'n. No receiver on the other end.> Lancsel spoke back to Lars via the comms. <Pinging the void. No response.>

The comms officer turned to face Darryl once again. This time with a plea. "Hermes is lost, but we do not know if someone might've made it."

Montreux stared back at Lancsel and before the incompetent comms officer would turn around, the conman surrendered. "Fine. I will see what I can find."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Darryl began working on finding anyone. Military-grade suites. I hate them. Ugh, what should I look for? IFF? Maybe? I don't know, try IFF. Makes sense right?

The monologue within his head was cut short when the scanners were able to pick up one green IFF tag, less than a click away from the Hermes' crash.

He tapped the button for the internal comms and bluntly spoke. <Hey, cap'n. Uh, we got a survivor down there. Porting scan results with the coordinates to your terminal.>

The conman cut the line and threw his back at the seat. He glanced at Lancsel to see the edges of his lips curve before he returned to staring blankly into the wall with his cigarette in his mouth.

 

[Willa Isard]

Location: Voss-Ka
Allies: Jedi and Allies
Enemies: Sith

She was listening and walked as they started to go through the streets. She looked around the city. "Are there younglings in the city?" She was asking one fo the jedi who was standing there with them. "No they are at the temple, under the shield and heavy guard. I doubt things would be able to breach the sub basement while leaving it all still standing." The jedi said it before she was looking and staying there. "The children are fine, they are safer under a planetary shield and guard then trying to be evacuated when there is a battle going on overhead." She stayed there while going and pointed towards the distance when they were going now. "Have all assets for the city continue to cover it. I want those fighters handling wherever the enemy forces are and those shield carriers are top priority."

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Team Dark Side
Location: Monogator
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Jedi Fleet, now that Aedan is gone

He saw the enemy fleet pull back, but there was another problem. At this point, the Silvers were beginning to open fire on the Monogator. In the back of their fleet, he saw a ship over three times larger than his. He wouldn't survive more than ten minutes. He ordered the Monogator to pull back and find some Sith support.

All of the Monogator's weapons were to be focused on shaking off pursuers, and at this point his starfighter squad had been shredded. As the Monogator slowly turned around, he sensed that his ship may not make it. After all, in retreating, his exposed flank would be an easy target. But if he stayed, he would also be demolished.

Figuring that it was the only way to make it out alive, he decided to start up the ship's hyperdrive. Then, he could get out of this system that was now becoming a death trap. An officer ran up to him, yelling, "Sir! The engines have been disabled! Some of their bombers got to us! Also, our shields just gave way."

"Oh great, now we're dead in space." he replied. "Evacuate the ship, deploy all escape pods, evacuate all important items. I will leave in my shuttle."

A wave of escape pods burst out of the Monogator, one by one. Most were destroyed almost instantly, but a couple managed to remain hidden. He ran out of the command bridge, about to take the elevator down, when the ship's power died.

"Now we're stuck here." he grumbled. He ran back into the command bridge and ordered everyone inside. He activated his red lightsaber and stood by the door, ready for a boarding party.

(Sorry for late post. Also, I've heard some things about me ignoring the SJO, so here we go, they did something. Just don't destroy the Monogator unless I get out.)

 

[Sala'dine]

Location: Tenchu-class Dreadnought - Judgement
Objective: Handle sith ships
Allies: SJO and allies
Opposition: Sith
Neutral: [member="Arutha"] [member="Lauris Floyd"] [member="Darryl Montreux"]

Sala'dine was standing there in the CIC listening to them as she could see other ships were just beelining it towards the planet. Communications going over until she looked at other parts there. "I see, well this is not exactly the best time to come around. I'd recommend the farside of the planet near the Gormak city. We have landing pads there and they have reported no hostile activity yet. TOuch down and stay out of the fighting." She said it while looking at some areas to give them an escort of fighters towards the city and to observe. Benefits of the times as reports of [member="Arisa Yune"] 's fleet battle on the opposite end was going well.

 

[Lief]

Team Lightside
Among the Athena Initiative Diplomatic Convoy to Voss
Onboard the Miraphaet
[ [member='Arutha'] [member='Darryl Montreux'] ]

Lars grit his teeth, the Silvers had put a target on their back that even their approval to descend could not immediately shake. It took time to relay commands, after all, and even the Sith had been forced to notice them. Such a tiny ship was truly insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

"Permission to engage the Sith, Elas. Clear the way for our descent."

The Jedi had granted their permission, informing them to travel to the other side of the world. That was fine by him, he had no intentions of risking the lives of his incompetent crew so needlessly.

"Many thanks, Silvers. Miraphaet out."

He cut the comms, and turned his full attention to the battle which was raging around them.

"Any luck?" he said to the compbay, where his sketchy Communications Officer and Scanner were located. Part of him still hung on to the hope that his fellow Initiative members were alive. If only because the thought of handling this alone was enough to set his stomach quivering. They couldn't be alone out here.

By now Mira had backed away from the firefight, pulled toward the edge of the System by its Captain. Any more damage and the shields would buckle.

Darryl's voice broke through the comms, claiming that there were no crew members who survived Hermes' crash. A long exhale of breath left Lars, no hope for the Cartographer then? Shame, truly a shame.

He punched the coordinates they had been provided into the ships navigation system and set a course down to planet below. However... When the ship's Scanner contacted him again he realized that he could not simply stand idly by.

"Say that again" he said, but even as he asked for a repeat the results popped up on his screen. Hope. There was hope. "Change of plans, folk, we've got a crew member to save."

 

[4ND-R0]

Team Darkside​

Area: Voss, in the forests near the Temple
Allies: [member="Xenro"]?
Enemies: [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"]


The swoop down from the Jedi bird was blocked by her blade, preventing her from being eviscerated through her stomach. But the transfer of kinetic momentum from the bird was enough to throw her on her back. She pressed the kill switch on her saber so the red plasma did not injure her on the way down. She groaned upon impact into the ground before jumping back up. She had heard the other Jedi scream something at her and the bird, but the warning came too little, too late for the Witch.

Xenro’s quake into the ground made the earth in front of her open its maw, belching forth hot magma like a dragon. Some of the hot, liquid stone had splashed onto her. The resulting moments of her life seemed to go slowly for the wayward daughter of Allya. A smell filled the air, like meat cooking over a heated stone, combined with the scent of burning clothing​ and hair.

Pain.

Allara’s entire world was the sensation of hot, burning pain. She screamed in agony causing her roll on the dirt floor of the forest, snuffing the flames ignited on her clothing. Yet, the damage was done. The skin across her left half, most her face, flank, and arm were married with pinkish black burns. The roots in her hair on the left side were either burnt away or barely on. She stood up screaming and wailing like some soul from the place the old faiths would call hell. She ran in a frenzy, fueled by pain, anger, and pure instinct. Her movements were less like a sentient, but more akin to a wounded animal. She clenched her right fist, a long, bony claw extending from it. Some sort of Vong apparatus. She fled the scene, all the while screaming and howling. Her ship, a safe den that her animal instincts told her to retreat to.

 

[Xenro]

Team Darkside​

"Zhol."

His entire being shook and spasmed as the lambent energies writhed through him. Voss regurgitated its lifeblood like a sickness as it thrashed in vain, seeking to reject him. While the light of the Force protected those closest to it, the planet itself was at his mercy.

"Kash."

Lava erupted from the planet and scortched the lively green grass, burning it away and spewing its ruin across the land. Ash blew over the plains and forest, igniting things that were flammable. At odds with the frigid air above, the immense heat that broiled up from the broken ground ignited the world around it.

Things above would rapidly freeze without proper thermal failsafes, making flight a difficult endeavor, and metals caught within the inferno would superheat, effectively cooking anything inside alive. The air in that space was dry, and difficult to breathe. Inside Xenro's area of command, the laws governing entropy had become null.

"Dinora."

The final word of the incantation fell from his lips like venom, just as a familar voice called out to him. Xenro stared long at the dirt as the effects of his spell truly began to sink in, and its results bloomed to fruition. "Ah, Master Jedi," he rasped in a chillingly calm way. His left arm, the one that lacked skin or sinew, reached out toward Voss-ka as if to caress it. "So few are the times your kind ask the proper question that I cherish them deeply."

The world was still, calm like the eye of a storm. Xenro stroked the immaterium lovingly, tenderly, and turned his hand a half circle until from his point of view, it looked as though he held the city in his hand. "As thanks, I give you this gift. You get to watch them all die."

He clenched his fist.

The thrum of a lightsaber caused the Dark Lord to smile, his black lips curling upward as the world of Voss crumbled and bent its knee before him. Its back broke, like Atlas who had toiled far too long.

And the ground beneath Voss-ka was torn asunder.

His arm fell slowly, and his gaze turned at last to [member="Veiere Arenais"]. Fire and ash blew across the city itself as the planet, not the darkness, began to churn and swallow the city whole.

In his right hand, a sinister hiss played prelude to the fetid light of a green blade.

(Allies: [member="Allara Ven"] )

 

[Blackthorne]

Area: Voss, in the forests near the Temple, arriving on scene to extract [member="Allara Ven"]
Allies: [member="Xenro"]
Enemies: [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"]

It was safe to say that where the fledglings of the Primeval went there was never a source of aid far behind. In the case of the young witch Allara, one who had appeared to the Primeval first on Dantooine, the Gods had much more in store for her beyond death this day. She had come to the Sha'Matri in a vision as she and her daughter bid a harrowing course through the Voss system. A pilgrim proven and in need - the Gods bid her safety a priority - and so with fervor did Korangar streak ephemeral green across the skies above.

The ship carved across the horizon, cutting a path towards where Allara now fled, setting the local scenery ablaze with brilliant green as it settled upon the land. Its silhouette sat stark along a valley fevered by magma crags and founts of molten steam, coiled branches pointed towards the abyssmal black above. Smoke plumes blotted out the sky, ash began to fall. Loxa Visl stepped out from the treeship through a gateway of carved and blackened stone. Saffron eyes aglow with ethereal energies surveyed the landscape, a hand gestured through coils of smog, seeking out the fervent essence of the young witch in distress. Behind her Korangar shivered, reluctant to settle his roots in a ground heated by volcanic turmoil.

<< A girl is close, >> the Priestess spoke to the shadow filling the gateway behind her, << and gravely wounded. Bring the sword. >>

[member="Boethiah"]

 

[Boethiah]

Boethiah gripped the sword per her mother's advice, and stepped forth from her brother alongside her.

"I don't know the way," the young witch says.

It was Loxa who had the vision, and it was Boe who followed. Yet she did not know much about anything regarding this [member="Allara Ven"], other than a brief introduction once upon a time on Dantooine. Now that she stood on Voss, Boethiah couldn't help but take in the scenery. A steady hand still held the sword of her predecessor, and it gently pushed through the grass beneath her.

She will follow Loxa, or be told the way.

[member="Loxa Visl"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Vitha Sat-thuron"]

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: Forest outside Jedi Temple
Objective: Defend
Allies: SJO | Allies
Opposition: Sith

More than one Sith transport had somehow made it through the shields and disgorged adepts hungering for kills. They weren't mindless beings, yet it was clear that their focus was killing rather than surviving. They rushed at any opponent, making themselves easy targets for those who worked together. Blaster fire from disparate angles would take down even trained Force users, and the Silver forces had much more than just blasters at their disposal.

For his part, Audren moved through them like a lightsaber through butter. He didn't even do them the courtesy of using his lightsaber, rather using the long knives that had been so mysteriously gifted to him. Most of his attacks were slashes, taking opponents in the throats or at joints but sometimes opening up guts. There were a couple stabs too, typically when one of the acolytes was sprinting by and completely ignoring him; a stab to the chest was enough to stop them cold. The metal blades were long enough to be seen out the opposite side of the body, after all. And being metal, the wounds didn't cauterize, they bled. Profusely.

Further laterally in the forest, Audren could feel the spell taking place. The ground shook, and the Dark Side came into focus sharply. Not all of those Jedi present in the woods were warriors, they also included healers and sages. Those sages moved to surround the Darkness, to keep it from expanding. With time - precious enough, true - they would eliminate it, then the damage done would be healed. Yet it seemed that was the primary burst of dark side activity in the vicinity, there simply wasn't much else present besides acolytes. Maybe they'd all been shot down in the descent, maybe they'd planned a second wave with heavier hitters. It honestly didn't much matter, they weren't here now, and the Sith forces were starting to run dry.

In orbit, the Tarlanc was just coming up to fighting readiness. Third shift hadn't done well; they'd not tapped into Silver Jedi feeds or channels and had more or less been falling asleep when the distant turbolaser flashes had become visible above the curvature of the planet. Their performance, the continuation of their duties, would be heavily scrutinized in the coming days. Now that Captain Dankos was up and running things, the ship...really wasn't needed. The interlopers appeared to be receiving the heavy end of the hammer from the Silver fleets, and judging from the IFF signals there were also ships present from the Iron Empire. Plus some bearing damage and moderately-shaken shields that were being escorted away from the fight by Silver Jedi starfighters. Even as the frigate's crew watched, a couple of those fighters looped around and destroyed the few pursuing Sith fighters without need of the larger ship's interference.

All in all, it seemed like the attack had been majorly blunted, maybe even fizzled. Good for the Jedi and the planet, bad for the Sith forces that had sought to make their presence felt.

 

[Catherine Soja]

Location: Entrance to the Voss Academy and Temple
Allies: jedi
Enemies: [member="Xenro"] [member="Allara Ven"] [member="Loxa Visl"] and other Sith

As she noticed the attempt to push darkness around the planet she simply focused her mind and encouraged others to do the same. Combine the darkness itself found no fear to feed off and thus woudl sap itself eventually trying to push into it. As the anti orbital lasers and Ion cannons fired at targets up in low orbit and reentry they tore thorugh the sith trying to land decimating their numbers. "Not many sith today everyone, seems they all want to fight in space." She noted mindful of those around her as she felt the darkness of those not too far away. For now she stood watch remaining a symbol of calm strength amid the darkness. That darkness even receded in spots as it used up the fear it could spread. Fear could not spread when other Jedi began to do the same soon acting as beacons to various locations. "Fear may be your friend. But the Force is my ally and a powerful ally it is. You will find no fear for you're evil here to feed on."

 

[WolfMortum]

Team Lightside
Location: Site of Conjuring.
Allies: Team Lightside.
Enemy: Team Darkside.
Opposition: [member="Xenro"]

The handle of his lightsaber weighed heavy as he listened to the few words Xenro was willing to part with, the Sith Lord's voice barely audible against the background of turmoil awash within his mind, presence of the Darkside surrounding him both in his personal loss and now too the guilt of not having been able to deter the catastrophic attack that this Necromancer had unleashed. Veiere did not know the positions of the Silver Jedi Order's Sage and Consulars, healers and scholars willing to combat the plague of darkness that Xenro had wrought fourth; it had been some years since he had been to Voss and much in that time had transpired, time passing him much to quickly yet the memory of Deneba had faded none. "I should have struck you down back then..." The words came cold across his tongue, his head lifting to throw a defiant glare back against the face of the Sith for all the damage he had caused both then and now. No longer was Veiere so adamant to keep to the light, his former view on the light and dark sides of the force having been so absolute once upon a time yet now all that was important was the whole that these two halves created. Balance in the Force and the silence of the mind to listen to its will. The unnatural loss of life here was a travesty against all of that. In the distance further noise arose within the City yet they could tell nothing of the damage that might have been done, Veiere could feel the rivaling powers combating one another around them, that eternal struggle of light and darkness yet here on Voss the Jedi held the greater advantage and they would be met with reinforcements still. The Capital World of such an Order would not be left to stand idle against the threat of their foes.

Veiere needed wait no longer however, his left hand sought to extend towards that of Xenro, his fingers stretching to open his palm in the Sith Lord's direction calling upon the force to violently pull everything near too and around his opponent towards him, using the strongest practice of telepathy to try and lure Xenro towards him, his right hand gripped the double handled lightsaber, the flash of green blurring as the former Jedi lunged forward with accelerated speed intent on meeting the Sith whether he put up a strong defensive stance or otherwise was caught in the pull of the Force.

Anger filled his heart, it clouded his mind and Xenro had given him the opportunity to vent for all this venture had done to pain him. Covering the distance between the pair within moments, Veiere thrust his left foot into the earth and threw himself to the right side stepping Xenro and lashing out in a wide arc bringing his lightsaber sweeping about in a horizontal slash aimed for the Sith Lords neck and shoulders. To begin with a hopeful killing blow, intent on ending the fight as quickly as possible, the strength and form in which Veiere utilized would have been most notable in the form of Djem So, an aggressive stance of which would demand more of him physically while his emotions fueled him on.

 

[Vitha Na'iv]

ooc: Um okay sure I'll play along. Thing is though your character is quite dead, realistically Vitha would have ridden you to the ground and pinned you while her beak came down to rip out your throat. Considering her lightsaber was still activated major hand movements would be very hard to do. Plus I don't think it's easy to concentrate on the force while watching the curved beak of an Avogwi going straight towards your face.

Allies: SJO, various lightsiders, Veiere Arenais
Enemies: Sith, various dark siders, Allara Ven
Location:Forests of Voss
Equipment: Blue bladed saberstaff

The Avogwi decided not to ride the dark sider to the ground deciding that her master might prefer of she showed some compassion. Pressing off her falling opponent she dug about an inch of the center talon on her left foot into the witch as she took off. It may not be lethal but it'd probably scar leaving a reminder other then the probably terrifying memory of being attacked by a giant orange hawk.

Wings pressing down and disconnecting with the witch Vitha deactivated her top blade while the bottom passed remained locked with her opponents until the witch deactivated her defenses. Rapidly gaining altitude she wondered why the ground below seemed to be shaking. While earthquakes had happened occasionally on Altor 14 they weren't a common occurrence so seeing one here was odd.

Circling around a tree she caught the eye of the witch getting up and trying to run. Always one for a pursuit the Avogwi flicked her tail and tightened the turn into a dive straight down towards the witch. She shouted out loudly at the dark sider as she attempted to flee from a creature that could easily go triple the running speed of a witch not using the force to help propel her retreat. She noted the odd thing extending from her enemy's wrist. "You should surrender Sith. You can't escape or fight an Avogwi."

 

[Willa Isard]

Location: Voss-Ka
Allies: Jedi and Allies
Enemies: Sith

Willa looked onwards out into the valley towards the temple that was in its mountain and then the ranger's command base. She could see the mystics around them who were focusing with the force, allowing themselves a moment of freedom before they were seeing other parts of it. Her senses perked up as she listened to others on the coms and could feel some of them in the force. "Reports, it has gotten quiet." The magnification in her helmet went up as she looked towards the area around the city down the mountain and the temple. "We have the exhausted at the hall of healing and tower of prophecy for now they have been helping repel the darkside attacks on the city and sadly forgot to hydrate in the heat. There is also several with severe caf burns, seemed they were drinking and a quake shook the city for a moment causing them to spill on their chests, arms and laps." Hmm severe indeed and she was moving now towards the runabout that was bringing some more jedi from the temple. "Anything happening over there?" THe jedi looked at her and shrugged. "There was a few people coming but they got held up by other masters ad some of the knights. I think a padawan is there holding them off as well. We just came cause the one medic reported there were burns and people hurt so we are here to reinforce you."

 

[Zef Halo]

Team Get Me Out Of Here
Onboard the Mira

The closer they got to the ground, the better Darryl felt. He wasn't a big a fan of running through a warfleet blockade in a tin can. A fast one, but still a tin can. The infochant doubted the Mira could carry much damage before it turned into a fiery ball of death.

He glanced at the scanners once again and noticed the IFF tag on the survivor of the Hermes had moved. The person was mobile and on his way to something. Darryl switched through different scanning modes. He paused on the thermal mode until he was able to pinpoint a firefight going on to where the survivor was heading to.

<Uh, captain. Just a friendly note from the scanners that our survivor is heading straight to what seems to be a firefight.> The blonde spoke through the comms and hopefully the captain would not dive the ship straight at where they could be blown to pieces.

​

[member="Arutha"] | [member="Lauris Floyd"]​

 

[Xenro]

Engaging [member="Veiere Arenais"] ​

"Such rage," the Dark Lord mused as his opponent revealed a gluttony not at all becoming of a Jedi. He fed on anger and contempt, and sharpened himself as a blade worthy to be used by the darkness. Xenro could only admire such a far fall from the man who once attempted to talk him down from acts of abhorrent violence. "How far you have come from the child I saw that day."

The bemused chuckle that followed was akin to a low growl, and it resonated through the Force. There was no sound from his throat but a dry crackle, and as the Jedi surged at him, his body responded to the telekinetic onslaught.

He was a stain of inky black that folded like paper under pressure. His body moved gracelessly through air and spun wildly. Veiere moved for a Sai Cha- the beheading contact- and a malign pair of black lips twisted in a sinister smirk.

Two green blades flashed and sparked as they met in air, opposed only for an instant. The Jedi's blade ripped through air over the Necromancer's torso, followed closely by the Sith's own weapon.

Xenro pulled out of a tight spin onto his feet as he finished the flourishing parry in a round arc, slowly crossing in front of his legs. "Killing intent is admirable, but anger alone will avail you nothing."

His head tilted slightly as he watched the man, entranced. Overhead, the evil storm continued to rage, a maelstrom of chaotic emotions and dark energies that barked out and arced between clouds erratically. The light culminated with their sabers to dye his pallid features a vivid green color.

He moved slowly, if at all. His body was calm, his thoughts collected.

"Show me how you would kill, Jedi," he invited. "Let's compare notes."