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Slime. Muck. Swamp. [CIS Dominion of Dagobah]

The one thing that went through his mind was simple, this is going to hurt. He tried to follow her movements, tried to turn to block her. But all he could do was stumble a bit, and receive a rather painful cut on the back. Thankfully the armor did displace some of the energy, but none the less he felt the searing pain crawl across his nerves. "You little sh- Boy that hurts. Guess surrendering is off the table." He breathed in, concentrating on the pain and pinpointing it. He used that pain to fuel his connection to the force along with his now rather large amount of anger at her. "The worst part about people like you is you do what you do for money, no regard for the peoples lives you play with. Even now you don't even defend yourself against my accusations, you stand there and fight me all so that you can stop me from achieving what the others with me went on to do. I cant stand you scum, you toy with peoples lives, and dont feel a single shred of remorse. Well you will pay for your crimes now." He breathed in, a long, pained and angry breath left his mouth as he activated both ends of the saber and waited for her to move, the force augmenting his speed and strength as his rage and pain fueled it. @[member="Suhr"], @[member="Josiah Denko"]
 
Toram was one of the many grunts now deployed above and on the Dagobah system fighting the good fight. Earlier in the fighting Toram was relegated to sit back and watch as the theatrics of battle and carnage raged beneath him as Toram was only obligated to provide transport of vehicles, weapons and supply. Toram never had the allusion that he would become any type of great leader or gain fortune and glory, it was all for the experience-and the profits to be made after battle. Toram one major contribution thus far was aiding in the deployment of Commander Nocturno's heavy Batteries, other than that he cruised about seemingly on stand by waiting for orders, his ship briskly cruising about the battle-scape. There was seemingly no opportune landing zone anywhere secure enough to get to safety and Toram's ship was soon running on fumes...victory seemed nigh anyway as the spectacle of Nocturno's guns bursted to life, swarms of C.I.S. forces vaulting forward.


Then it happened.


A swarm of fighters sprang all of sudden, many scoring major hits to Toram's transport, sending him in a whirlwind strait into the bogs. The landing was rough, but Toram remained unjostled and miraculously unscathed, the only thing on his mind:

Survival. And getting out of the hell ensuing around him. Grabbing a roughshod blaster-rifle from under his pilot seat he escaped the wreckage and went on trudging through the endless swamp.

Toram's senses were particularly acute, simply the rush of the danger he was in, Toram knew what the consequences of getting shot were as he was Skakoan. Not just a mere wounding, but gratuitous death by decompression and explosion as well as any around him. Toram dove into a natural dug out and started firing off a strafe at some slavers, bringing at least 4 down.
Toram continued to sit in the dugout waiting for an opportunity scanning for vehicles or a cave to hideout in.
 
THE DARK CAVE - DAGOBAH

The situation was slowly, but surely, spiraling out of hand; and the young Master was certainly going to do something about it. Friendly fire seemed to be the culprit of temporarily disabling the former Sith Lord, and while the Templar Master could sense that his student was nearby, he did not immediately see her. His attention was otherwise claimed by the resistance put up by the enemy cultists, who, one by one, fell to his blade. Josiah soon realized a shocking truth...killing them was much too easy. He felt little to no remorse about claiming their lives and aggression was worming its way into his mind.

The Cave's effect...as Daxton had warned.

Once he had come to terms with the fact that the very nature of the Cave was influencing him, the Templar reached out and mustered a tremendous surge of telekinetic force. Those who came upon him were immediately hurled across the cavern's space, smacking into the rock walls and crumpling into painful heaps. He then turned and saw the beginnings of a duel...between his student and an ally. 'Ah feth.' he thought to himself, reaching for his utility belt. In order to address a pair of duelists, the Templar opted to utilize a pair of blades. The first was his "official" Templar saber, complete with a synthetic blade of silver. The second was that which he had forged with his students, Seth Lockheart and Kara Avoyos, on Rhen Var, and housed a golden Solari crystal.

Silver and Gold reared back and blocked both sabers, as the Templar howled over them.

"ENOUGH! You!" he began, glaring at the Imperial, "this is my apprentice, sheathe your blade. Suhr, this is an ally, sheathe your blade. The Darkness of the Cave is affecting your minds, clouding your judgment, and prompting these aggressive thoughts and actions. Clear your minds, focus, and let us continue in peace!"

@[member="Suhr"], @[member="Daxton Bane"], @[member="Circe Savan"], @[member="Juthan'Athar"].
 
In Umbris Potestas Est
She watched as more of the cultists entered the area, eying as @[member="Josiah Denko"] utilized a powerful attack of Electric Judgement against them. Smiling, she raised her hands and began to utilize her own Force Lightning against them, a deep purple coloration highly evident as the potent electrical power began to fry their bodies. "You say 'tomato,' I say 'tomawto."

And with that, she stepped deeper into the cave. "They're in plain sight... lock onto the strongest Dark Side signature. That should be the pieces. I have a feeling they may be hidden as part of the walls.

@[member="Daxton Bane"] @[member="Juthan'Athar"] @[member="Suhr"]
 
Juthan let his blade remain as it rested against Josiah's, slowly taking in the words and realizing what he'd done. He shook his head and reached up after deactivating his saber to remove his mask. He looked up with it off and pulled down his hood, breathing in and calming down before speaking. "Sorry. I acted without thinking." He looked at Suhr for a moment before looking down from a slight shame. "We should push on, im sorry miss."
@[member="Circe Savan"], @[member="Josiah Denko"], @[member="Suhr"]
 

Olidiv Kenu

Behold, a Swordsman of Legend
Olidiv climbed and hid in the tree branches, watching as three men gave chase into the swamp. Amateurs. It was time to show them a lesson in humility. He grinned, focusing as they followed into a thick part of the swampy woods. Or woodsy swamp.

"We've got find those three!, first the four-armed freak! His bike went down here, so where's he?" The apparent leader of this small trio of meatheads began.

Olidiv clutch one of the smoke bombs in his pocket, nodding. Wait for it...


"Come out with your hands up!" One of the Slavers bellowed, cocking his gun. "I'll burn down this whole fething treeline if I have to!"

Olidiv grinned, launching the smoke grenade behind the three morons, giving them a healthy cloud of smoke to shoot into. "He's there, fire!" one of the slavers said taking the bait and emptying a clip into the smoke.

Olidiv smiled, using the commlink on his radio next to the smoke bomb. Once a theater man, always a theater man. "Is that all?" The cloud of smoke said haughtily, his little ventriloquist act pulling though. "Do you know who you're dealing with?"

"I AM THE TERROR THAT WANDERS THE NIGHT!"


"I AM THE BLADE THAT CUTS THE CHARRED THREAD OF EVIL!!!"


"I AM THE ARMED-ARMED AVENGER!!" He yelled as he came from behind the men, still staring into the hazy cloud and empty fire. Three vibroswords and a pistol. Two slashes for each of the men nearby, and one shot in the back of the head for the one nearest the smoke cloud. He grinned and wiped the blood off of his blades, replacing them in the sheath on his back. "Let's. Get. DANGEROUS!"
 

Suhr

Guest
@[member="Josiah Denko"] @[member="Juthan'Athar"]
"Some Ally, Josiah." Suhr's voice was tinged with anger, and her lack of trust in Josiah's "ally". A Chiss, that had pointed the finger and called her a Slaver. That could not be forgiven. Suhr spat on the floor in disgust at the idea, her contempt for the idea more than evident. She pushed Josiah's lightsaber blade away from her body slightly, so she could step back. "You shot at me, threatened me with death and torture, and called me a Slaver. Acted without thinking my shebs." She thumbed her lightsaber out of ignition, extinguishing the blood red shine from her body. With a frown, she turned her head to Josiah... "Is that why we're here? Hunting slavers? How am I only just being told this?" Suhr sounded hurt. Slavers. She should have been told. She should have known. Pitting an ex-slave against slavers... She shuddered slightly. Maybe she'd get her answers. Maybe she wouldn't. What mattered to Suhr now was taking down as many slavers as she could, by any means necessary...
 
Juthan sigheed and turned, his feet moving while his mind wander. He wanted out of this cave as fast as possible but they had a job to do, one that needed to be done. He stopped before going to far and looked back at Josiah and Suhr. "Im gonna head on up and see if i can catch up with what ever her name is, and again sorry for thinking you were the enemy, this cave is clouding my judgement." He turned his head back to the direction that led deeper into the cave and called Ally, the Qom Jha, to his side as he walked. @[member="Suhr"] @[member="Josiah Denko"] @[member="Circe Savan"]
 
Kara had mostly hung back on so far on the campaign, providing support where she should but avoiding and notable heroics. The group was heading towards a cave filed with darkside nastyness, so she followed along. Her status as a seeker would make her an asset in a place like that. Dark crevices soaked in evil were practically Tuesday for her.

Their progress was slowed by infighting, which seemed silly considering there were probably a bunch of other things that needed stabbed in the immediate vicinity. Thankfully Josiah stepped into stop the madness before it could get too bad. "Keep a handle on your tempers," she warned, "Places like these feed on dark emotions. It wants us to turn on each other."
 
Flynn's boots landed in the mud as he jumped from the ramp of the transport. Around him tall dank trees that did not allow any light to filter through their canopy. The air thick with organic scent of rotten vegetation and still water. Moisture hung in the air and soon sat upon his greenish brown cloak. Quickly he disappeared into the thick of the swamp and headed toward the co-ordinates on his data pad. The prime location to sit and wait, until the ground forces attacked.

His black boots soon became the colour of the mud, his black trousers and cloak damp and heavy with it too. It took him a good half hour to get there, the terrain tough to say the least. His senses primed to all living creatures, the force full of life and filling him with the energy of it. His black eyes large with the darkness and the hunger, pierced the undergrowth as he located a perfect place to remain. His ears picking up all small sounds mostly of busy creatures and insects and he could smell it.... the soup.

Flynn however, maintain a tight control on his hunger for the moment, but soon he sensed he would feed.

He removed his small bag and placed it down near by, full of items and equipment for the mission, if needed. He removed his rifle from his back and placed it safely over the bag, so it would not get wet. He heard the sound of moving infantry .. soon he would leave for the compound.
 
Toram finally moved after balking in his ditch whilst scoring some more hits on the enemy, moving as fast as the weight of his pressure suit would permit he stumbled upon a dark cave. As Toram peered in he could hear the beating awful wirring of several lightsabers finding there enemy as well as some talking. There was something about the cave that felt off and made him feel uneasy. Hesitating to go any deeper Toram backed off in search of diffrent refuge. As he trudged along, Toram knew he had to find a ship and the nearest grounded ship was located within the enemies compound, with no other options being so far behind enemy lines, Toram took the chance. Toram would infiltrate the enemies compound and seek out a hangar and find a good unassuming freighter to slip off planet, making his way back to the Confederate fleet to be given new orders.
 
In Umbris Potestas Est
And Circe did what Circe wanted to do. Kicking a cultist onto the altar, she lept deeper into the cave, seating herself in the darkness and quickly focusing in on the source of Dark Side power. Running her hand along the walls, she continued to feel for anything that felt as though it had an improper texture for a wall.

"Could someone perhaps help me here? We're very close to the artifacts."

@[member="Josiah Denko"]
 
Bluejay slipped up beside Flynn after a few moments, catching up with the faster-moving soldier with quiet feet. Her head was tilted slightly to one side as she listened to the sounds of moving infantry as she crouched, one leg a little farther back then the other, one pistol drawn as her wrist rested across her forward knee.

@[member="Flynn Blackheart"]
 
@[member="T:N1:LDR"]

He sensed her. And a smile crossed his face. His head turned with the smile still in place and nodded to her, then with a quick point of his head toward the infantry indicating to be ready, it would only be a matter of minutes. He checked his weapons again, all was ready as it usually is. He tapped his ear, indicating to her that he was wired with comlink if it was needed. He already knew she was.

The sound of the first round of attacks echoed through the swamp, it was time. He set his blaster in hand and was ready. Looking at her with a nod, he started out toward the compound.
 
Bluejay acknowledged the smile and the tap of his ear with a slight nod of her head. When Flynn moved towards the compound, Bluejay followed, careful where she placed her feet. Stealth had always been a priority over speed for her. Not to say Flynn was noisy - in fact, he was the opposite. Evidently he'd had much more training and/or experience then her. That impressed her, as if she needed another reason to trust him to do his job.

@[member="Flynn Blackheart"]
 
In Umbris Potestas Est
Deeper into the cracks she went, ardently feeling along the wall for anything that felt off, anything that was loose or removable... And she found something. Arcing the blue electricity of Force Lightning over her hand, utilizing it as a torch, she pulled the large stone out, inch by inch, until it hit the floor. Eying inside, she saw something rather intriguing - fragments of metal in a box behind the rock-shaped projection. The emanation of the Dark Side confirmed that yes, these were exactly what they'd been looking for.

"Found them! Now can we get out of here?"

@[member="Josiah Denko"] @Everyone else there
 

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