Invasion [SJO vs TSE] Operation Silversaber: Silver Jedi Invasion of the Mirial Hex

[RC 212]

[member="Lord Ghoul"]

City Street
Capitol

Karren grinned, unaffected by the smoke. As his lightning pierced the soldier she smirked. These were not her men, these were Stephanie’s. But she was not smirking at their death, but rather the Sith whom continued to monologue in the true fashion for their kind. With a snarl she raised her DL-44 again, letting forth a trio of lancing red towards the horned Sith's right foot.

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"So be it Sith. I think you should beg for my mercy though."​

She waved,motioning with her palm up and forwards. A piece of durasteel rebar sailed for lord ghouls face like a spear, as she closed in, shuffling to come into close distance, only half an arm from him.

She lead with her blade, arm extended, and body twisted. Her right hip was squared with Lord Ghoul, elbow loose, body turned and right toe pointed towards him. With a snarl she thrust, dancing the blade in a series of circular feints and then flicked it down and to the left. With a flourish it raced towards his knee, aiming to hook the back of his exposed joint....

 

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Mirial, Northern Reaches.
Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"] | Sith Empire
Enemies: Crazy cultists and their icky tech.

Morgan was taking all of this in better strides than her.

For one he was firmly ignoring the high-pitched scream at the back of his head that had only intensified itself after their brush with the first attempt at... organic art by the cultists. His knuckles were white from the clenching, but his expression was blank and controlled. He wondered if they had created this from the men and women working here.

Looking around he noticed several... fleshy bags hanging around the ceiling, stuffed in the corners, bones, blood, it was all too real.

Instead of aiming her attention at it Vance shook his head. "Reminds me vaguely of Vong biot tech." He offered after a moment. "Had to crawl up a Vong analogue for a waste processing chute." The nod came a moment later without prompting.

"Yes, it was just as disgusting as it sounds."

Maybe the conversation would distract her a touch from what she was.... touching. His immediate thought was to just blow it and continue on, but Dante was the demolition expert. There was a reason why it wasn't her first move.

It pulsed again and Morgan grunted in pain.

Nose felt off, he touched his nostril and only then noticed the blood. Wet, copper taste on his tongue, vision dimming at the edges.

"Think these pulses are karking with my internal cybernetics." Few of them gave him super-powers. For the most part they were there for breathing, bone structure support, memory assistance. He leaned against the panel, before quickly pushing off again.

The gross sound of hand released from soppy suction didn't do much to help with the disgusting feeling.

 

[Jake Daniels]

Allies: Silver Jedi Order
Enemies: The Sith Empire
Frienemies: [member="Atlas Kane"]
Location: Outskirts

“I’m in a god damn proverbial twilight zone.” Jake snorted as the listened to the Sith speak. None of this was making any sense. A Sith whom had the best interest of others at heart? That was a fallacy in itself. How could this man claim to be Sith when his concern was for non-combatants? How could this man claim to be a Sith when what he spoke of was everything opposite the darkness that the Sith were accustomed to obliging? Jake knew what a true Sith thought. Jake knew how a true Sith acted. He had been one. He had fought with them. He had fought against them.

Regardless as to what this Sith said, Jake simply didn’t trust him. He killed his compatriot. Putting aside the surprise of that, it simply showed that there was no loyalty within the Sith Empire. It showed there was no loyalty within this Sith. Sith the protected innocents? Horse poodoo. Jake had been with the One Sith. He had seen what the illusion of controlled and governed evil looked like. It was a mirage. A fools gambit. The Sith didn’t care about civilians, and if this one before Jake actually did, then he was no true Sith.

“Think I’ll pass on the hunt.” Jake raised his palm and summoned the coin back to his hand. “But you go have fun cannibalizing your order.” Jake wasn’t going to get in a pissing match with this Sith. There was no point. Jake could point out ever fallacious flaw in the earlier statements the Sith made, he could point out how the dark time and again consumed itself from within, and the Sith never learned. He may not have wanted these civilians dead but there would come a day, Jake knew it, that this Sith would. It was simply the dark way.

Jake’s dark passenger within could attest to it.

That was why Jake was trying his hardest to avoid an unnecessary fight. Warning and challenging Sith that were rounding up civilians to be ushered into combat? That was one thing. Provoking a fight with a man whom claimed to be Sith yet did not act like it? That was another. Daniels was already walking too fine a line between light and dark in his search for redemption. He couldn’t fall back over the edge. He wouldn’t.

“Sir.” The Light Infantryman caught Jakes attention, “We’re being told the next town is in need of assistance. They’re under attack.”

“Sith?” Jake asked.

“No. Enemy is unknown.” The Soldier replied.

Daniels let out a quiet sigh, glanced back towards the Sith and gave a parting goodbye, “Toodles, non-Sith.” Turning back towards the Soldier, “Let’s move out. Things are under control here. We’ll let the rabid dogs turn on each other. We’ll focus on the innocent.”

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Location: Mirial - Capital City
Objective: Protect the rear
Allies: Silver Jedi, Rebel Alliance, [member="Cathbodua"]
Enemies: Sith Empire and Friends, [member="Kyrel Ren"]

And people said Sith were always so serious.

As [member="Darth Ananta"] came for her unscheduled, walk-in dermatology appointment it seemed there was a rather strangely dressed man stepped in and seemed to insist that he was first.

"Provided your insurance is in network, I have no objection," the Beorni deadpanned. The bear's ears twitched. His eyes darted to the fact that this armored juggernaut in some form of power armor had his lightsaber ignited. As did Ananta. The bear looked between the two, keeping his own lightsaber inactive even though he slid his feet apart and loosely adopted the ubiquitous Jedi Ready stance.

"Begin?" the Beorni echoed, repeating back the masked man's question. "Well, if you're ready, then I don't suppose why not. Perhaps we could start with any complaints? Ailments? Are you currently taking any medications?"

The bear's claw brushed over the activation button on the lightsaber. He really did not want to have to draw that. As his eyes darted back and forth, the Beorni was trying to work out some alternative. Some option that would end this ceaseless bloodshed.

"Prolonged power armor wear can cause a number of back problems and shoulder pains," Kiriko noted, continuing the Jedi Healer commentary. "Perhaps you'd like a chiropractic appointment? Or, you look more the alternative medicine type," the Beorni noted. "I can tell by that smile."

Yes, he was wearing a full face mask. It was black, which was supposed to be very slimming.

"In that case, we have a fabulous acupuncturist," the Beorni noted, with a slight nod of his head toward [member="Cathbodua"]. Realizing that he hadn't caught the fellow's name, the Beorni tacked on the obligatory, "Mister..?"

 

[Jairdain]

Location: Mirial, Capital City
Allies: SJO and their allies
Enemies: TSE, their allies and [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Objective: Dance

The Force expending Jairdain did was very little to her now. What reserves she had as a padawan had grown and as a knight she had gained more. If Kaalia intended to wear her down by allowing her to use the Force, this fight would take a while. She didn't either of would have the patience for that and chose to take the fight to Kaalia this time.

Having raised the barrier, Jairdain didn't want to lose it this early in the fight. Sadly, she wasn't fast enough in bringing her saber up and the tip of Kaalia's saber hit her finite barrier and stopped. For a moment, that barrier stood, but the energy of the blade did break through. By that time though, Jairdain had brought her saber up and knocked her away from connecting.

With the blade out of in front of her, Jairdain continued her motion and brought her saber forward in and attempt to make a down ward slash at the torso of Kaalia. Her saber was still on front of her, not going above her head, so the strength was only that of her momentum and very little actually behind it.

 

[Vereshin]

Location: Mirial - Capital
Objective: Find Hirou... RUN AROUND WITH A MOUSE IN HIS POCKET
Allies: [member="Tabigarashu Madara"], [member="Naamah"], [member="Cle-Var-Ri"], [member="Darth Saarai"] anybody they run into!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SaBMMrIemRI​

As Naamah refused his hand, Vereshin left his wrist still in the air for a moment while the lines of his mouth straightened. A thick brow rose in an expression of disapproval before the hand, which retracted and slid into his pocket. "What a miserable woman." He mused in silence, raising the line of his mouth in a coy smile and a nod of acknowledgement as the rude woman, who clearly did not know the difference between emo and goth, passed the eccentric mage by.

"Then let me work alone and we shall have none of each other's pleasure." He spoke in a voice monontous, eloquent and soft as air, allowing Naamah to haughtily to enter the compound. Standing beside Clevar, Vereshin balanced on the pointed toes of his pike boots and beheld the great ruckus as Naamah smashed down the entrance to the compound. He had no regard for her orders after her rude introduction and thought allowing Clevar to aid in the destruction of the cult was a more effective and sensible idea. Before the enemy emerged, a black mouse ran dearly from a crevice in the side of the building and across the stone. The sight triggered a rush of utter delight through Vereshin and his eyes widened in joy, almost forgetting the imperative nature of the situation.

Vereshin smiled with glee as the tiny creature attached it's claws to his coat and ran to sit on his shoulder. He stroked a finger over Tiba's ears, trying to stop himself from giggling with all the strength of his dignity, before suddenly realizing her distress. The mouse spoke rapidly and he felt her back tremble beneath his touch, thinking on her words for the moment. Jedi and Sith battled throughout the city and now the undead crawled through the streets. He only guessed Hirou would attempt to travel to the capital building from wherever he escaped.

"Hirou did not come with you? He must be trying to get to the capital building." Vereshin said quietly, almost in involuntary consideration for Tiba's tiny ears. "We need to make our way there to assist him quickly, the battle is raging through the center of the city." Plucking her from his shoulder, Vereshin slid Tiba safely into his coat pocket where she could comfortably poke her head over the edge. "Clever, keep Namaah's back, or however you say it, inside the compound and slaughter as many cultists as possible." He spoke to the Acolyte while trying to remember the Sith Warrior dialect for protecting a comrade from behind, or some teamwork nonsense Vereshin knew nothing about. The way the raptor eyed Tiba made him slightly uncomfortable, remaining perfectly happy to stay with the mice while the other two allies massacred the cultists. Splaying his hands, he prepared to dissipate the particles forming his shape. "Hold on tight, friend." He spoke to Tiba, before the two of them apparated into a seething cloud of black smoke.

The smoke quickly formed into the image of a raven which took flight over the rooftops of the city. Chaos rained beneath them and Vereshin scanned the Force for the presence of Hirou. The raven landed on the brim of a fountain, flapping black wings and dissipating into smoke as blastfire rained by the sides of Vereshin, who appeared from the opaque miasma. He landed clean on his pointed toes and glanced downward to see if Tiba was alright. A wave of energy floated above the surface of the city and there were no undead to be seen. Not wasting a moment, the mage took to a short pace in the direction of the capital building with the head of Tiba poking out his pocket.

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Suburbs, Capital City
Objective: Capture the Jedi alive
Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"] [no longer around, just tagging so he knows i am posting and doesn't nag]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi, [member="Marek S'hadar"]
Equipment: Forgot to link earlier! Armor, Ligthsaber

Quick.

Vitor observed like a shade as the Jedi dismissed his 'escort' while beckoning him to show himself. Definitely not of lower caliber if he was so quick to sense him. No point in dampening his presence anymore, anyways.

This would be interesting. Avendahl could only assume the Jedi was a Master. Once, that title could've struck doubt in him.

Not anymore.

It did not mean he would be foolishly charging like a rampaging animal. Vitor differed from most Sith, just like his former master did. They were methodical, cold blooded and calculative.

As the element of surprise was virtually gone, Avendahl knew it was time to strike.

He called on the Force by pulling a barely standing, half-destroyed balcony (or what remained of it) and sending it down towards the Jedi. As the rubble would come down from his side, Vitor would jump off his hiding position and dash at the Jedi with his red blade in hand. If he would reach him in melee range, the Sith Lord would attempt a series of slashes.

It has begun.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Location: The Capital City
Objective: Help liberate Mirial....and don't die
Allies: [member="Karren Trask"] | SJO in area
Enemies: [member="Lord Ghoul"] | The Sith Empire
Gear: {In Sig) Shield | {In Sig) Dagger | Lightsaber | A180 Blaster
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ifhBG2kHgM

Stephanie had only just stood back up and cracked a stumbling zombie across the face with her shield, before a crack as loud as a TIE sounded close to her, and a bright violet and orange haze rebounded off the surrounding buildings. She winced and ducked again, turning her head to see what she expected to be a crashed ship - but no.

Instead she saw a Ranger convulse and drop amidst a violent burst of what looked lightning striking through his armour and chest.

A callous, cruel and cold-blooded kill from the Sith.

The Padawan stared in horror at the smoking corpse, not knowing what to do or what do say. Could she have helped him? If she hadn't been distracted by the Sith, maybe he was a Ranger she could have taken to help the Mirilan. Now he was dead, all in the line of duty.

”Master Jedi, the undead are faltering - looks like....” static sparked up, ”...a retreat, I can't be....sure. We are calling in support to continue the push forward!”

But Stephanie didn't really click what the Ranger was saying, she just stared at the body.

”Miss Swail, come in...?”

If this was the result of war, and what the Sith would do to others in such brutal, twisted and murderous ways, then she knew her purpose. She knew what she had to do. Who she had to be to stop them and be a beacon of hope for others to follow.

”I'm alright. Keep pushing on,” she said softly into the com, before looking up at the Sith brute back from where she came.

There would be no use in helping the people of Mirilan while she left savages around to cause more harm to them. She stood, gripped her hilt and ignited the blue blade with a sharp snap-hiss. Taking one step, two steps, then a small jog, she broke into a run, pushed down with her strenth and boosted a jump with Force energy to launch herself towards Ghoul, saber pointed forward, sheild up, and fire in her eyes and heart to take him down.

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Location: Mirial System - Drop Ship
Objective: Follow Lark
Allies: SJO, RA,
Opposition: Zambies
Person of interest: [member="Lark"]
Equipment (see signature)

Sukai offered no emotions to the man words as she talked, both view differed greatly, though she was not done talked, "Yes the Sith bring order, but at what cost to others, is the enslavement of millions from other planets justified if it brings so called peace and prosperity to the Empire, does the genocide and slaughter of half of Serenios population and former dominion property right in your eyes". "What do you really know about Dattooine, I lived there a majority of my life, sure you may have killed of a pack of beast, and when you initially came to the planet it may have looked good, but from my last visit but a few weeks ago things are not free, they may not have been repressed, but they are being controlled, more to an extent that people should be controlled". "Free speech being silenced, youngsters being slowly brained washed by propaganda to believe the Jedi are horrible killers and the Sith are the righteous and sinless angles of peace".

She again crossed her arms, while continuing, "I personally do not think the Sith need to be purged, but their ideology, and purist of power brings war, more then the Jedi consdiering your Order wants to exterimat us from the face of the galaxy as well". "I wish the Dark and Light could co exist, like in the Dominion, but your Sith Order sought its destruction, contributing to the problems here, weather you like it or not" "Do I think the Jedi are hypocritical, yes, no on is perfect, but few Jedi from the Silver Jedi follow the old code, most are greys that belive that they need to follow a path of violence to get results... though does not what you said conflict, you say the Sith are all about peace, so why did they engage in a bloody was with the Dominion and us, why did they attack the CAS, that seems more like a Empire poised on domination and subjugation, not peace, but order, that will not last".

"As for your analogy, first I am not a Jedi, never had, and never will, secondly you forget the context, your Empire has been attacking the Silver Jedi non stop, bringing ten fold the destruction that is happening today, children, like that child you hold loosing their loved ones to your attack, but unlike us, your Empire did not care about who they killed, as long as they won". "Out of context you would be right, but from a military stand point, this attack was bound to happen, you can only push so much before a counter attack, the with brought this on the planet just as much as the Jedi did".

"But that is enough talk for now, go I believe you, take the boy, I will see what I can do about getting relief to that medical center you talked about". Sukai turned to leave out the window in the direction of the roof where the two would duel, "Yes we have different views, but at least I can see the flaws on both sides... but you seems blind to the wrong doings of the Sith... oh, and who said I was human". She gave Lark one last look before leaping out of the window, vanishing into the smoke, coming to rest on the roof top, 'this will be my first proper fight in a while, I hope my skills have not dulled'. Sukai paced around the area, mapping it out in mind, finally sitting down in a traditional Seiza style, awaiting her opponent.

 

[WelshPsych]

Objective: Survive
Allies: SJO
Enemies: [member="Enyo Typhos"] and TSE


He noted that her armour was lightsaber resistant, likely phrik, the alloy used in his own. Her strength was felt in the strong blade lock, however, his blades were perfect to get himself out of this situation. Yuroic was planning on going to unlock his sabers and attacking with the smaller second blade. Sadly for his plan, he didn't take into account her fist coming flying at his face. When he did see it however, he didn't think that her fist would cause that much damage. Slamming his head into her fist, figuring he would do more damage to her.

The fist severely damaged the helmet. He reeled away and took the helmet off, his vision was slightly blurred and he was seeing stars as it slowly came back into focus. Yuroic glared over at her, "What are you? No being your size can hit that hard." His brain whirled with him struggling to think of a sound strategy against this mysterious attacker. She was obviously stronger than him, he couldn't tell how much stronger but he decided to use his reach and speed.

Twisting his hilt, he went into his traditional Niman stance with his two, now separate, blades. His longer blade slashed at her shoulders in a stabbing motion. He gripped the shorter one in reverse and swung it around at her knees. The attacks were focused at joints and the usual gaps in armour.

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Mirial - Residential Housing
Objective: Chase & Hunt Natassia
Allies: The Sith Empire - [member="Aria Vale"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi - [member="Natassia Traxen"]
Equipment: [SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE]2x Sith Lightsabers | Armour | Oculus

Once they had found the specific house, Vaylin had begun to kick in the doors. There was no need for subtle now, not while the entire city was in chaos.

That, and well the Zabrak liked doing it. Just slamming her boot against the wood, kicking it open and letting it slam harshly against the wall. Unfortunately, Vaylin didn't have the strength to take it off their hinges, but she got close with a couple.

"Vaylin."

She turned around at Aria's call, seeing her master was indicating to a specific door that was either shut or locked. It seemed they had pinpointed their target's location. Vaylin grinned as she stalked towards it. She grabbed one of her hilts as she moved, and promptly kicked the bottom of her right foot against the door sending it open.

Vaylin darted in, only to be confronted by a room full of smoke. There was no denying Natassia was still within, but it was now more difficult to physically see. So, the Zabrak began to focus on the Force - trying to sense her through the smoke. But she barely got a chance when Natassia suddenly charged her.

The soldier had dived onto Vaylin, knocking the Zabrak to the ground - her hilt flying across the room and both slamming to the ground. It was a split moment, but Vaylin managed to bring her hands up as Natassia brought her stun sticks down in an attempt to strike her. They were met with a barrier around each hand, the Force wrapping around it to hold soldier's weapons at bay.

"Aria!" Vaylin called for Aria as she curled her legs up beneath Natassia. Once she had purchase, the Zabrak pushed the woman off her.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Location: Mirial, Northern Reaches.
Allies: [member="Morgan Vance"], TSE
Enemies: Crazy cultists and their icky tech.

She gave him a sharp look.

"You. Walked into a combat zone. With internal cybernetics. And something that is shutting down all electronics in the area."

In a way, it was a blessing. It kept her mind off of what her hands were doing- work in truth, she could do half asleep if she wanted. Without knowing how the tech worked, she couldn't risk simply blowing it to bits- also that would be gross, this thing was made from betternotthinkaboutthatDantemovingon!

"You're a special kind of stupid ain'tcha? You're lucky none of it was system crucial- I'M lucky none of it was system crucial. Sweet karking chit, Vance, TELL ME NEXT TIME so I'm not walking in blind if you fall over convulsing cause suddenly your BRAIN stops working."

There was a whine from the machine. The next set of expected thumps never came, and a moment after that, one by one, the lights started to flicker on.

"My hands are slimy," she said, the edges of her tone a little faint.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective/Location: Reconnaissance on swoop bike
Allies: Any SJO in the capital
Opposition: [member="Amit Nykoan"]
Gear: Blade of the Satvas, Blaster, Lightsaber, Mandalorian Power Shield, Armorweave

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNwNSU5NikU[/youtube]​

Every fortress falls​

It is not the end​

It ain't if you fall​

But how you rise that says​

Who you really are​

The more Setzi cruised down the deserted speeder lanes, the more she was able to gauge the overall picture of the situation, although the damage, the evacuations, the screaming, the sick, the dying and even the resurrected all threatened to sour her mood.

She tried to focus on the motion of the swoop bike, the way a fast ride always felt like absolute freedom. Even when she was a lass on Aduba-III, working on her parents maze-stalk farm, she’d sometimes take off on the tractor, ride the dirt roads to the river and hideout all day, reading and daydreaming. Then she thought of Chastity, and how her younger sister would pester her to go along, but Setzi almost always refused. “Get out of my hair, nuna-brain. Why do you have to keep following me around?” Chaz would normally burst into tears and run off crying, threatening to tattle on her older sister for taking the tractor again. But when she’d return, a coating of dust on her boots the only tell-tale sign she’d been gone, she’d always find her little sister had not mentioned anything to mom or dad. Despite being rejected on a daily basis, the loyalty between them was strong.

Wow, way to go Setz. This whole memory lane thing would only lead to bad places as there was never a battle she found herself in or feth, even visiting a planet on a vacation where she did not think, “What if Chastity is alive and here?”

To try and ease herself out of the morass of emotions, she thought of various passages from the Jedi code and relevant quotes. "Use the Force to satisfy the will of the Force—not to satisfy your own curiosity."

Curiosity had always led to disaster - for both Lunelle sisters in fact. But how to advance and learn without a little bit of inquisitiveness? She would consult with Master Yune on this once she returned to Voss.

Suddenly felt him, like water leaking from a tap, the drip, drip, drip of darkside energy as the sentient being trickled down from seemingly out of nowhere. Setzi immediately stopped and jumped off the bike, leaving it in the middle of the speeder lane. She walked towards the darker Force aura, and as she glanced back at the bike, she noticed two of the undead Mirialans studying it, baffled by it and possibly trying to make out whether it was worth attacking or eating.

It was likely he also knew she was close by, but to be on the safe side, she immediately concealed her Force aura, hoping she could pinpoint him before he found her.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Mirial
Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"] | Sith Empire
Enemies: Local Separatists.

Morgan glanced over to Dante.

Ten.

Nine.

Three, two, one, he didn't need more than that. Promise. It was strange how Dante kept drawing out the absolute worst in him, pushing, prodding, until it was difficult to keep the professionalism up. Part of him wondered if this was the reason that the Sith had paired both of them together, but... what sense would that have made?

Why would they want him to be gorram miserable every single moment of the mission.

"I didn't know we were walking into an EMP field." Morgan pointed out, his patience stretching thin as he studied the way her hands were working through the wiring and the 'fleshy' parts around it. Then suddenly the lights came flickering on, the whining ceased and something inside of him positively changed.

He could breathe again for instance.

An actual breath, not the aborted ones that barely got him anything in the form of oxygen. Right after that the headache stopped to ram against his eyes, his muscles decided that constricting every so often wasn't a good idea.

"Alright- we need to get that-" Morgan blinked as comms came back into existence. All of a sudden nothing else really mattered as Sith chatter filled both their ears and they exchanged a look. Their expression went from rigid, to neutral, to grim, towards downright horrified. The situation had been changing all around them and they hadn't even realized it.

The Silver Jedi invading?

The capital under siege and the capitol demolished?

A fleet of Jedi up in space... they were perfectly positioned without even realizing it. "No fething wonder these karkers tried to take control of the cannon now. They been in league with the Jedi from the beginning." They didn't know that, but Morgan didn't believe in coincidences and this one was far too big.

All of a sudden the only orbital cannon on Mirial was taken over by cultists the same moment the Jedi decided to invade the planet?

That didn't happen.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

City Street
[member="Karren Trask"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"]

"You want me to BEG ?" He cackled. "Good. Gooood. You have the makings of a fine Sith."

Wisps of smoke coiled from the seared flesh around Ghoul's neck, twisting and undulating like headless serpents. A blur of movement and a whistling drew the Sith's attention, his eyes widening, head tilting to the side, trying to avoid the missile.

Too late.

The rebar spear struck just above the brow and carved a bloody furrow along the side of his head, exposing bone beneath, before speeding off into the distance and impaling the side of a house. Ghoul howled at the pain, scarlet rivulets coursing down his face. Blue eyes burned with fury, like ion engines ready to scorch all in their wake.

While the other female stood stunned, staring at the smoking corpse of the fallen ranger, the other attacked.

She swung her blade as she danced, seeking to move around him. In his anger, Ghoul stepped toward the blade and lashed out with a powerful, armored kick toward her midriff, desiring to hear the crunch of breaking ribs.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lord Ghoul"]-[member="Stephanie Swail"]

City Street
Capitol

The kick had its desired effect. She wasn't ready, too focused on her blade work. The impact crushed into her, forcing the air from her lungs. She felt two ribs fracture, like a knife cutting her up.

"Umpphh!"

Her face lit up a bright shade of red as rage mustered inside her. The beast was breaking free now. She growled as she slid back two feet, heels digging in deeper, darkside flowing through her and into her core. She was off center, and suddenly at a disadvantage.

​

Careful Karren. He wants to turn you.​

Then another voice spoke.

Do it.​

​

Do what?​

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Crush him!​

​

Time for Ataru, drive him back!​

"Yaaah!" She roared, coming back at him. This time with only the blade. She sprinted, hips squared with him, head down and then ground to a halt. Her body spun in a half circle left, pivoting on both feet. The emerald blade took on a life of its own, hammering in a lateral blow at his side, momentum and force energy behind it.

Then she shifted back and pivoted the other way, a half circle, hammering the blade in a lateral strike like a baseball bat, fury unleashed.

​

"I said.....BEG!"​

Both sides of the force began to course through her now. Mingling, one a gale force hurricane of rage, another a pond with gentle ripples across the surface.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Objective: Hit things
Enemies: SJO, [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Allies: TSE
Gear, since I neglected to list it before: Simulacrum Body + armour (in sig), bolter, sonic blaster, Forcebreakers, 2x glowsticks.


The Jedi's confusion was understandable. The Terminatrix had not drawn upon the Force during her feats of strength. Clearly the mystical energy field was not the source of her strength. Indeed so far she had not drawn upon it all, though she possessed the aura of a Dark Master.


There had been a sound akin to a thunderclap when her fist connected with his helmet. She stood her ground, showing no outward sign of discomfort. Equally, no words left her lips in response to his glare or the words he tossed at her.


Perhaps a Sith or a more conventional Dark Jedi would have used the opportunity to employ Dun Möch. Enyo did not bother. She'd never seen the point of taunting an opponent. Playground insults or speechifying did not hurt anyone except the weak.


Then it was on again. His longer blade performed a slash-stab manoeuvre towards her shoulders, while his shorter one swept towards her knees. Going for the joints was a sensible idea because those were weak spots in any armour, no matter how tough. To an extent, he was successful.


Enyo was fast, but the Jedi was determined and a rut in the ground kept her from adjusting her footing in time. Sparks flew and smoke rolled off her armour as his burning blade of plasma struck along her knee.


He did not severe her leg, but the blow caused the air to turn foul with the scent of melted synthflesh. It smelt a bit like a barbecue that had gone awry. If the Jedi could spare the time to look, he see would that the melted flesh had covered metal. Indeed, it was the same alloy that both combatants had used for the suits of armour that encased them. Then he might be left with the realisation that he faced an advanced cybernetic organism.


How much of his attacker was a machine - and how much, if anything, was still human - was another question. He might find out - or not. She had suffered damage that would affect her mobility. But she still made no noise.


She dipped her shoulder slightly in response to his other attack. Her lightsabre, wielded by a powerful, mechanical arm, parried aggressively. Perhaps with enough force for him to lose his weapon or make his hold on it more difficult, though that remained to be seen.


Her burning violet blade was on the move once more. Moving swiftly and with force, she executed a cut intended to strike at his primary sword arm's elbow joint, taking advantage of the fact that it would be a gap in the armour, and chop his arm off.


Her free hand enclosed around a compact sonic blaster and she squeezed the trigger, firing. It fired a sonic wave on burst mode. A sonic wave exploded on contact with anything - including lightsabres, with enough force to knock one out of someone's hand. It had enough punch to rupture armour, damage or burst internal organs if it struck unprotected flesh and could cause disorientation if it struck someone in a nonlethal manner. This concentrated mass of sound was aimed at his head.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

MIRIAL - Pantera Class Stealth Frigate.
Sneaking in through the trash chute.

So far so good.

Swinging herself around the outer frame of the door, she put her hand to its surface and closed her eyes. Her will penetrated the shell and ransacked its’ internal systems. Her nose wrinkled as she exerted her will upon the outer door of the trash chute and pushed it open just enough for her to slip inside.

Now trapped between the two doors, she fished out one of her Fates and directed it at the metal. With the push of a button, she ignited the blade with a fierce snap-hiss and started to slowly carve an elliptical portal through the metal. Once complete, the Sith Lord augmented her physical body through the Force and pushed the metal into the trash compactor beyond. All the while keeping an active effort at concealing her draw on the Force from passive detection. The lightsabre terminated its blade.

She could probably shed her EVA suit and breathe already, but the assassin decided it was best to keep the air-tight suit on until she was out of the more scented areas.

Climbing through, Darth Ophidia found herself in a knee-deep pit of waste and filth accumulated from ship and crew. It was enough to turn most stomachs and certainly to make her nose wrinkle in disgust.

“Jedi filth.” Literal jedi filth.

She looked up at the area around her: Sheer walls with several small pipes. The bigger ones were further up, no doubt to prevent exactly what she was doing. Clever, but not quite comparative to the standard of a true Sith Assassin. The Pale exhaled, focused, and inhaled sharply as she crouched down and jumped. Her jump was bogged down by the water, but she managed to land her feet on the wall and push off into a second jump. Her left hand extended in front of her and plunged part-way into one of the smaller pipe-openings.

It was heavy, carrying herself, gear and EVA suit. Yet she held on with a snarl of effort. One more time, she brought her feet against the wall and craned her neck so she could see the vent she aimed for.

3. 2. 1. Jump!​

She leapt with another burst of the Force. Her body turned in the air as she stretched her arms as far ahead as they would go and barely, just barely, caught the ledge.

 

[WelshPsych]

Objective: Survive... if possible
Allies: SJO
Enemies: [member="Enyo Typhos"]

Yuroic had anticipated that her strength might be used to try and knock his sabers out of his hands. However the blow to his elbow had been so swift that he did not react in time. In short, he stared at the elbow stump of his arm. His face went white, shock kicked in before the pain. He blinked several times before seeing the grenade being pulled out.

Panicked he leaped backwards. Drawing on the diminished Force that he had, Yuroic landed a safe distance but the noise was still ear ringing. His anger now boiled threw. He saw the machine body umderneath the skin, what he faced was not living in his mind. He doubted it could truly use the Force, hence the none traditional weapons. Drawing on the Force through his anger, he sent out a surprisingly strong Force Push.

Igniting his shorter blade, Yuroic still dashed into combat. Even though his arm pained him greatly, he refused to let this droid defeat him. His attacks went high, slashing at the throat to behead.

 

[Cassius Droma]

Location: Mirial Airspace
Objective: Liberation
Allies: Silver Jedi Order [[member="Maya Zhou"]]
Enemies: The Sith Empire [[member="Alkor Centaris"]]

This guy was not going to give up, it seemed. He’d gotten a few hits with his laser fire, but with one of them down to fifty percent and still charging, not to mention the fact that they only had half power while in the rear firing position, it didn’t do a ton of damage, just plinked at his shields. Any little bit helped, essentially.

More incoming fire. The TIE pilot had adjusted position so he was coming at more of a sideways angle than from straight behind. Cassius stopped firing, flipping his laser cannons into forward position again. He saw the readout for the left cannon steady turn from yellow to yellow-green – it was recharging. The young pilot grimaced as he took a hit directly to the shields at his stabilizer fin. The loud wail of his sensors and a dark orange outline on his shields told him that the shields surrounding that area had gone down to below thirty percent.

Cassius had learned all too recently that a bad hit to the stabilizers could send him spiraling – it was the reason he had to eject over Altier. He had to turn the tide somehow. Peeking down at his radar, he loosely calculated the TIE Silencer’s speed and trajectory. Maybe, if he timed it right, he could pull this off. A small ding let him know that the left laser cannon was completely charged again.

Just as the TIE was getting closer, he cut engines. Just as his A-wing was slowed by the reverse thrusters and gravity, he yawed to face the TIE in the peak of his climb, effectively pulling off a hammerhead maneuver. Red laser fire shot directly out at the TIE Silencer, as well as one of the EWAR missiles. The missile was set to go off right in front of the Silencer in order to blind it.

Completing the turn and now facing downwards, Cassius gunned the engines. He spun down, then pulled up, looping around. Hopefully, he’d gotten the TIE with that maneuver and he’d be able to give chase now. If not, he’d be ready for a strafing run, or perhaps even a joust. Either way, Cassius’s finger was on the trigger, ready to fire another volley.