Skirmish [SO/GA] Caldera Crisis

[Judah Lesan]

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Wearing: xxx
Weapons: xxx x2
Tag: Darth Strosius | Cambria Zadira

Judah scoffed internally when the voice of his best friend filled his mind. The banter the two of them had shared from their first meeting til now had always been appreciated. He was forced to admit to himself it confused him more now that it should have. Perhaps it was because he knew his feelings, and they were not always as plutonic as Cambria would have hoped. Judah knew she knew, which did not always make the way forward as clear as it once had been.

// “But my dear… There is only one I truly wish to be frisky with…” //

It did not mean he would ever give up on their playful remarks to each other. Judah knew their relationship needed to be as it was. There was something about it for them both which had been a steady thing to hold onto in the midst of a chaotic world.

The banter with Alisteri was not as entertaining. Most of it was filled with the typical assumptions and absolute dealings that Sith tended toward. It was what justified their actions, but in this case Judah knew the Sith was wrong on every count.

“There is one flaw in everything you are saying. I am a Wayseeker. I do not hold allegiance to any order or any council. You should have been in the room when I scolded the gathered Jedi for condemning the Silver Order for their alliance with the Sith to engage the Brynadul threat all while they sided with the Sith that began the New Imperial Order for the sake of tearing down other Sith.”

Judah laughed at the irony. The very thing Alisteri had accused him of was something Judah had fought against.

“Your assumptions about me are entirely wrong. Today you and your Sith are the aggressors, so today that is who I will stop.”

The time for words had ended. There was nothing this Sith could say or further use against Judah in this matter.

Lighting came at the Jedi. Judah raised his left lightsaber to act as a lightning rod to intercept it. With the Sith airborne, Judah simply gathered the energy of the force and sent a massive force wall of energy flying at the man in the form of a push.

His mind went to his partner.

// “Oh… I think I made him mad… Does that count as stupid?” //

 

[Lao-ta]

Elom
Lower Atmosphere
Seela Leini Niynx Ioune

As Lao-ta climbed she watched on her scanners as the enemy pilot followed. This was becoming a problem and she needed to get out of here. She'd bought time for the evacuation craft to escape and now her padawan was in danger. She needed to be there. She continued to climb and then suddenly turned hard to the left into a wingover.

As she began the maneuver she felt an icy chill. She had made a mistake. At the height of her turn something clipped her. The instruments flickered and suddenly her shields were gone. It had to be ionic weapons. He interceptor couldn't take another hit like that or she'd be on her way toward a rough landing. She continued the turn and dove straight down blowing past her opponent as they rose. Taking as much energy from her dive as she could and turning it into speed before leveling out and making an escape towards the capitol faster than was probably safe in atmosphere. If her opponent gave chase this would be a difficult race.

 

[Nyaeli]

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Location: Elom
Attani Implant: Link!
Tag: Shan Pavond

"Suffering?" Nyaeli laughed to mock every word he said, "You'll be the one suffering when she guts you like the weak animal that you are," the Aruzan added before she watched the woman charge at the Padawan with a deafening shriek. But Nyaeli of course understood that she stood no chance, and that despite his desire to save people, he wasn't just going to let himself be killed by a mind-controlled slave.

He'd find a way to survive.

The solution Shan chose allowed him to knock the woman unconscious and disarm her in the process. It was the lesser of two evils, perhaps, but it likely left the Padawan feeling uncomfortable. A feeling that Nyaeli loved to exploit, as she once more reached out to his mind to wither away the barrier he created. If there was a way in, she'd find it. And once inside, she'd expose the most painful memories she could find, and force them into his consciousness over and over again.

But she knew she had to be a more physical threat as well.

So the moment the woman's body hit the floor, and Shan seemed about ready to focus on her again, Nyaeli raised a hand and sent lightning surging through the air between them. She wanted to hear him scream and to watch his skin boil as her dark currents enveloped him.

He was going to die a painful death.

 

[Shan Pavond]

"You are the only one suffering here. I can sense it. You may try to hide it, but even someone was blind as me can see it." Was he ever going to stop digging himself into a hole? No. But Shan didn't care. He was going to try and attempt to get through to Nyaeli even though part of him saw it as a lost cause. He was not someone who could fix something that was already broken...but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try at the very least. But for now, he had to survive. That was the most important thing as he focused on dealing with the woman.

He physically recoiled as he smashed his lightsaber against the woman but he had to keep his mental barrier up. He could feel the pressure against his mind already. This was far more stressful than he had expected. Whilst he was focused on dealing with the woman, Shan decided to fully envelop his mind with his shield, so that Nyaeli wouldn't have been unable to find a way in whilst he was distracted...

Though it might have been better for him if he had kept himself open because it meant he wasn't fully ready for the blast of lightning that was coming in his direction. In fact, once again his protective instincts kicked in. Instead of using a barrier to protect himself, Shan reached out with the Force to push the woman away from him. He didn't want her to get caught up in the current of electricity as the only thing Shan was able to do before the electricity actually connected was ignite his saber.

It took everything the Padawan had to keep his hand wrapped around the handle however. Whilst his crystal helped to dull the pain slightly, the lightning still burned. Surging through his body was just more and more pain. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life, as dozens of nerves were screaming in agony. His focus for his mental barrier was already breaking...but that didn't mean he was losing focus for the entire situation. He needed to break Nyaeli's focus on her lightning so that he could actually move. Considering they were on a cold desert planet...there might have been some form of dust. So he called upon the Force once again, before throwing his hand forward as much as he could to send a blast of frozen sand and dust in Nyaeli's direction.

Nyaeli

 

[Kyraj]

Elom
Capitol spaceport
Objective 1
Darth Caedes Elmindra Xitaar Darth Nwul Valery Noble Kahlil Noble

Kyraj met Wake's smirk with a smug grin of his own. Four versus two? The jedi would need new leadership after today. Suddenly long nurtured hatred rose in him unbidden as his master began to pace around the glowing runes. The sudden turn of his emotions he recognized as the touch of his master's pheromones. Hatred. Hatred and rage. The invasive touch of the falleen noblewoman stoked even more anger in him as she toyed with his mind. At times he would fight it but today he let it take him. This riot of emotion would serve them. He leaned into the rage as suddenly for a flickering moment he saw the form of the pirate Nara Corek take the place of the Sword of the jedi. Again he recognized this as his master's touch and he knew what she wanted from him.

He began to follow master Xitaar forward. Picking his way carefully past the jedi sorcery that Caedes had illuminated. He had no desire to discover what those runes might do. Not now anyway. As his master launched her flurry of thrusts at the Sword he took the opportunity to circle around to the jedi's flank. His master wanted his rage. His master wanted an onslaught. He would deliver.

"Your profane excuse for leadership is at an end, Valery Noble, You and those you love will suffer greatly before death."
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He lunged as his master spoke raining blow after blow down on the jedi seeking to draw the enemy's focus and create an opening for Elmindra.

 

[Scrudge]

Bastila Sal-Soren Erid Zodana Lily Decoria

A plasma covered quarrel lanced through the chest of a fleeing Elomin male. He toppled over two small children who cowered beneath their father's corpse, too frightened to continue their escape.

Scrudge took no pleasure in harming civilians, but layers of spice and years of being concussed during bouts of null hockey had dulled his sense of empathy. This was a job, plain and simple. Hoisting the bowcaster again, he focused one bug-eye through the scope to find his next target; a young Elomin girl escorting an elderly woman.

Before he could pull the trigger, he felt a heavy push at his side. It wasn't enough to knock his sturdy frame over, but it did cause a slight stumble. Scrudge pulled his attention from the frightened civilians to the direction of…puny, oddly dressed humans? Humans with glowsticks. Scrudge let out a pained groan.

"AAARARRRGWWWH…"

Jedis. Jedis were always trouble, almost as much as the Sith employing him.

With renewed irritation, Scrudge fired off several shots at the closest civilian group, each of which were deflected by the tiny human male. He seemed to be struggling, though, which Scrudge enjoyed.

All three of the little Jedis seemed intent on protecting civilian lives, and one in particular seemed intent on challenging him. A fragile little human, calling him names? The volley of quarrels ceased, and Scrudge trained his manic gaze on the white-haired girl and her insults. He would snap her like a glowstick.

With all the speed of an addict in the middle of a crazed spice high, Scrudge slung the bowcaster over his back, donned a pair vibroknucklers, and charged towards the Jedi who'd compared him to a commercial snack food.

"WWWRRRRRRGWWWRRRR!!"

The swipes he took were frenzied, each packing the power to crush bones and pulverize human viscera to shreds.

 

[Seela Leini]

Location: Lower Atmosphere - Elom
Time: Late Afternoon
Objective: I - Sith Pursuit │ Intercept Evacuation Ships
Call Sign: Dancer One
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Lao-ta

A small victory.

The A-Wing’s shields flickered, then dissipated into nothingness as the air swept away what was left of them. Without a doubt, the enemy pilot was one of the most skilled, elusive opponents the Twi’lek had ever faced. Accordingly, her emotions upon sensing the hit were palpable in their intensity, but the strand-cast once more effected them back under control. As her rival began to accelerate away, presumably in an attempt to retreat, Seela turned off the distortion matrix in order to save power, before tugging on the sticks to return to level flight and giving chase. And yet, in spite of the strand-cast’s initial disadvantage, the Lobeha Mwadu II was by no means lacking for speed.

As she closed back in, Seela began to open a target lock on her quarry. A moment later, a pair of concussion missiles exploded out from her starfighter’s launchers, on a trajectory to strike the speeding A-Wing in its white hot engines.

By no means was Seela ready to allow her rival to escape.

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: Lobeha Mwadu II

• Shields: 65%
• Hull: 96%
• FAE/S-05 ECM Array: Active
• FAE/S-02 Semi-Active Stealth System: Active
• FAE/S-03 “Phase Masque” Distortion Matrix: Inactive
• Ósýnilegt-class Personal Cloaking Device: Inactive

Loadout:

• Cannon Hardpoint (2)
  
  • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
    
    • Firing Module: Ion Beam
  • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
    
    • Firing Module: Ion Beam
• Universal Missile Launcher (2)
  
  • Concussion Missile (3)
  • Concussion Missile (2)
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

 

[Chasianna]

Location: Elom
Time: Late Afternoon
Objective: I - Sith Pursuit
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Mnoi Akûti

It was over.

While the Sister could still register the spark of life emanating from beneath the rocks, for the moment, the warrior was felled. With a small cough, the tiny electromancer climbed past the rocks and began to pull them away with the Force, slowly opening a small passage for the refugees to walk through, while keeping the rocks that were pinning the warrior untouched.

It would be a waste for the refugees to starve, where they could serve.

Before long, a large transport touched down outside the cave and a squad of crimson-clad soldiers marched out, before forming around the refugees to escort them inside. All the while, the Sister watched the scene play out with bated breath. Once all of the refugees were inside, the transport took off into the sky, before disappearing in a flash of light as it translated into hyperspace.

For her part, the Sister had stayed behind.

With a deep, relieved breath, the tiny electromancer set off on foot back towards the cliff overlooking the cave, where her vehicle sat waiting for her.

Soon, she was gone as well.

Final Post.​

Spoiler: Loadout

• Starlight Dress
  
  • Sith Talisman
    
    • Spirit Anchor
    • Jin'Wodasir (2)
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Utility
    
    • Supernal Infusion
    • FAE/U-01 “Serenity” Anti-Signal Field System
• Electromancer’s Claws (2)
• The Galvanic Torch

 

[Darth Nwul]

Caedes War Party: Darth Caedes Kyraj Elmindra Xitaar
VS
Valery Noble Kahlil Noble
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The battle was truly joined. The other sith lord that had accompanied them, Elmindra, attacked the nobles. He could feel the effects of her pheromones wash over him, influencing his mind. She wanted him to feel rage just like everyone else. Wake balanced it with other emotions, refusing to lose himself to the blind fury. Darth Caedes had warned him about his way of approaching the dark side. That it brought great power at the risk of drowning in a river of feelings. Wake seethed in the force, the rage tempered by the excitement and joy of at last facing someone he had been so afraid of before.

He watched Elmindra lunge at Valery Noble and reached out with his hands, making a grasping gesture as he drove his thoughts forward. The cacaphony of howls and screams, a haunting recording of the deaths in the Gates of Graush, grew in volume as he focused on his targets, the emotions of the jedi masters. Forcing rage and hate into a Jedi was hard enough, a jedi master was basically immune to such manipulations. But perhaps a sudden flash of joy and the warmth of love would catch them off guard. His eyes widened in wicked mirth, the green turning to yellow.

Feel my joy, Jedi! He pressed, forcing a wave of extreme positve emotions at the two masters.

To his side, Kyraj darted to support Elmindra. Wake kept up his concentration, shifting slowly backwards to stay away from the depths of the battle. He was no match for the Jedi one on one, but his unusual techniques could at the very least throw them off. This could work. He snickered, the laugh almost turning manic. He clamped down the growing bubble of giggles, the dark side threatening to overwhelm him as chill washed across his skin. Focus Wake, Focus.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Have you ever heard of Holomon?"

Kahlil turned his attention to the pair of Sith before him. He could feel the others aiming to fight the Sword, so for now it made sense for him to focus on the other two. Numbers seemed to make them confident. One of them at least seemed to be stronger than he anticipated. Was this Darth the one who canceled out his magic in the ships? By how he seemed to effortlessly overturn his runes, it made sense.

But it couldn't be the only one, was it?

"My daughter's been playing it lately. Really fun game from how it looked. You have holomon, little cute creatures, that have different types. Some are fire, some grass, water, you get the idea." As he spoke, he lifted his hand, calmly crafting another rune in his palm. It seemed to write itself, the Light of the Force molding and shaping. "Those types have advantages and weakness to other types. Water beats fire, grass beats water, water beats fire. There's tons more types, but that's the basis of it all."

The rune lit, and in an instant he was gone. Short range teleportation. His saber came down with it as he appeared behind Wake, the calm from him wafting through the Force like a warm blanket. The one in the back, the one that seemed to be able to influence emotion, that one needed to be taken care of first.

"You're type just isn't a good match up with us."

Darth Caedes | Darth Nwul | Valery Noble | Elmindra Xitaar | Kyraj

 

[Darth Wallgof]

Objective: 1 - Hunt down some Jedi
Appearance: This
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tag: Jonyna Si

Clipping the Lightsaber to his belt, Wallgof sighed. The child was resisting his mental attacks, it was impressive he supposed, but he was not going to entertain this much longer. If she was determined to remain a Jedi then she would die like all the others. "If you refuse to see reason, to see the truth that I have presented to you."

The fire was deflected easily as Wallgof still had a Mastery of the Force, his combat forms were never where his strengths laid so the removal of his Lightsaber did not hinder his capabilities in the fight. He blocked the kick with the enhanced strength of his arm. His feet digging into the ground, he gritted his teeth. "If you will not see the truth. Then you will die."

He blasted a powerful Force Wave against her chest, refusing to let her attempt to weaken his armour.

 

[Vera Mina]

When a Sith Special Forces Unit came across The Android, her fangs were deep in the neck of one of their soldiers at the center of a blast crater. The flesh rippled and bubbled under her white armored gown as she fed.

Immediately sensing the terrifying creep of excessively painful, bullchit levels of Feth-You about to befall them, they immediately opened fire, only for The Android to raise the drained body to shield herself, her flesh going back to normal as she charged, a crocodile like snarl escaping her throat, a look of grinning, savage murder plastered on her face as she charged, pulling a Laertia and using the deceased Sith She held as a bludgeon, fatally snapping the neck of one of her still living enemies, sending both corpses hurling at the others, pouncing on another, her jaws clamping down on her screaming victim's neck as she dragged him by her jaws, which exhibited killing pressure, into a small tunnel surviving Ashlans had huddled in before they were found and killed. Realizing it was pretty much suicidal to try and pursue her in a cramped space, one instead drew a thermal Detonator and prepared to toss it in, but a perfectly aimed bolt from her pistols grazed it.

The explosion occured just outside the tunnel, killing most of the soldiers and maiming the remaining one horribly. He desperately crawled away with his remaining arm, half burned.

"Awww, look at Lil' Ani, doin' his Lil' Ani routine..." She mocked cruelly as she exited the tunnel, circling his injured screaming form. She turned the burned, screaming man over with her foot and knelt next to him.

"I'd tell you it will hurt less if you don't struggle..." she gloated, staring into his frightened eyes as she cupped his burned, half melted face.

Her smile spread.

"But what's the fun in lying to you?"

Her face contorted into a beastly snarl, biot saliva running down her mouth as her fangs extended as she bared her teeth, shuddering in delight at the coming kill. He screamed and she clamped down hard on his throat, thrashing him like she was a poodle, and he a chew toy. It took a long three minutes for him to expire.

Vera then began searching for more prey, and spotted the Sith attacking Inanna Harth after a few minutes of searching.

Vera grinned, blood covered as she was.

She slinked behind a guy with a Heavy Repeater, and grabbed him painfully by the back of his neck, crushing it and taking his weapon.

Then she began using that same repeater on the others firing at Harth. Hopefully it would give her a chance to react...

 

[Lao-ta]

Elom
Low Atmosphere
Seela Leini Niynx Ioune

Lao-ta watched her scanner as the nubian fighter closed on her again. When she heard the alert indicating incoming missiles she centered herself in the force and reached out. She didn't have fancy chaff guns but she wasn't out of tricks yet. She felt the rapidly approaching missiles and telekinetically nudged one towards the other causing them to impact and detonate. One problem down but it was clear now that the enemy craft was faster than hers. A rare quality. She spun a control wheel causing the cannons on the sides of the a-wing to swivel 180 degrees to face rearward and fired, again, and again, and again she kept firing. Even if she didn't hit she'd keep her enemy occupied for a moment evading the barrage.

She keyed her comms to the open battle line. <This is jedi pilot Lao-ta Unbari engaged in dogfight with enemy fighter. Nubian class. Rapidly approaching Elom capitol city from the east. Requesting backup. Be advised, enemy craft is heavily loaded with physical and illusory countermeasures. Jedi be advised the enemy craft has force baffling technology.> She pushed her interceptor as hard as she could firing another volley behind her as she waited for a reply.

<Copy Unbari. This is wolf squadron adjusting course to intercept. Be with you shortly.>
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Relief washed over Lao-ta. Wolf squadron was four flights of jedi pilots. As far as she knew they were assigned to evacuation escort. If they were breaking away to help her the evacuation must be going exceedingly well. That was good news. If they were on their way she'd only need to hold out a little longer. She toggled on her sensor jammer hoping to avoid another target lock on her.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Dark Lord advanced, slowly and solemnly. He made no effort to increase the pace of His steps, no haste given to His approach. Like the relentless march of time, like the inexorable crushing weight of plate tectonics, the Dark Lord drew nearer. Flames wreathed His body like a funeral shroud, the very embodiment of the Dark Side's titanic strength concentrated on the world of Elom; both it's master and it's servant. He had yet to even reach for His lightsaber, though it hung from His hip like an odious promise.

It was the boy, the one who had so brazenly challenged the Dark Lord earlier, who moved offensively. Through his dance-like avoidance of the flames, the youth reached out and tore free a jagged piece of transparisteel from the detritus field around the square. With all his might, the Jedi flung the shard towards the Dark Lord, aiming for the exposed flesh on His arms and head. Darth Carnifex reacted almost lazily, turning slowly to look at the oncoming piece before His hand shot out like a viper and smacked it away. The shard shattered from the impact, sending a cascade of glass pieces tumbling to the ground like confetti.

Though His attention was fixed forward on the two Jedi Padawans, His awareness was all-encompassing. He could see so many things happening simultaneously, processing them all without difficulty. He saw the Shadow frozen in place, her rictus grin still widening even when briefly immobilized. Ananta found so much enjoyment in the suffering of others, even when she was frozen solid she still drew hungrily from the ragged wounds her claws left behind. Her laugh could yet be heard emanating from behind her frozen façade, boisterous and maddening.

Carnifex was want to laugh with her, to share in her mirth, but it was not to be. He could see the assassin depress the trigger on a new weapon, a particle beam rifle, and saw as the concentrated lines of energy rushed out one after the other towards His back. The first one detonated against the back plate of His armor, briefly obscuring the Dark Lord's form in smoke and flame, before the second one struck and intensified the conflagration. There raged a great inferno where the Dark Lord once stood, burning bright orange against the cool blue flame which yet persisted elsewhere.

"A valiant effort," spoke the Dark Lord's voice, but it no longer emanated from one place; but rather thundered from every direction. Then, there, a sound from the darkness of the palace entryway at the top of the steps. A figure emerged, gradually revealed by the light as they stepped out to stand at the top of the stairs. It was the Dark Lord, gleaming in His dark armor which glowed with many runes illuminated across the chest, arms, and legs. Where He had once been standing remained alight with flame, but there was nothing there any longer.

Carnifex placed both hands on His hips, looking down at both the Jedi and the assassin further out. From this vantage point, He could easily see every corner of the courtyard stretching out from the base of the palace foundation. His eyes remained fully open, widening even more as they observed Him. The glow in those baleful orbs was visible even from the far end of the courtyard, two pinpricks of red light from beneath a furrowed brow.

But then, a curious sensation seemed to occur.

Small wisps of smoke began to emanate from soft fabric, like cloth and wool, as though they were being subjected to a great concentrated heat source. Even the clothing worn by the Jedi and the assassin seemed to be doing this, the smoke arising in greater and greater quantities as metal began to heat up as well. All across the courtyard, the stone, metal, and cloth seemed to be baking as though now thrust beneath the unyielding glow of a great lamp.

Then, one of the bodies which had remained stationary where it had fallen, burst into flames. Then another body, and then the body of one who yet lived, and their screams echoed through the courtyard. Metal began to sag and bend from the heat, and it would quickly dawn on them that this withering heat came directly from the Dark Lord's eyes. Everything He could immediately see was going to burn and catch fire, even the metal of the fallen starfighters, and even the skin and flesh of those yet living and those long dead. There was no distinction being made, even the bodies of Sith loyalists were affected and caught flame.

But, even as the Dark Lord remained stationary at the top of the steps, He seemed to be watching all of those arrayed against Him.

Waiting.

Niynx Ioune | Katherine Holt | Dominik Borra ​

 

[Natasi Fortan]

A little more conversation with the Prime Minister.

A little more Senate discussion.

Natasi spent some time drafting on her datapad, referring to Senate rules and customs, switching between tabs. Finally, she had something she was comfortable with offering, and accordingly, she activated her signal light once more and, upon being recognized, the pod smoothly floated into the arena once more. Natasi rose and approached the microphone, placing her datapad on the podium in front of her.

"Your Excellency," Natasi said into the microphone. "I rise to move that the Senate consider the establishment of a select committee to facilitate factfinding into the ongoing issues faced by the agencies currently addressing refugees and the refugees themselves; and to provide Senate oversight of and collaboration with the varied agencies and efforts that are currently or will be established to assist with the refugee situation. Far from adding another layer of bureaucracy to the problem, I anticipate such a subcommittee allowing those Senators with an intense interest in the problem to be able to concentrate their efforts and to periodically report to the Senate, the Chancellor, and the Chamber on critically important matters: what is working, what is not, and where additional resources, authorities, and involvement of relevant Ministries can be brought to bear."

Senator Fortan inclined her head and gazed around the coliseum of the Senate. "Whether the Alliance's agencies are equipped and prepared to handle the influx of refugees suggested by the Defense Force is yet to be known -- though I remain confident -- I feel quite strongly that the efforts of all parties can only benefit from the attention and interest of members of this body. Our role is not only to provide oversight and advise and to legislate. I believe we can take a more active role in service to the the people being displaced as well as to the Galactic Alliance."

She transmitted the motion to the chamber. "I respectfully yield back to the Chair."

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[Sahan Dragr]

Spoiler: Equipment

SHIP: "Du'us'ara" - Modified KSTR-31 Beringr-Class Interceptor
ARMOR: Gar'gathr w/Rocket Pack
WEAPONS: M.I. Augmented Beskad | M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol | "O'dteyase" Modified Vora-Class Verpine Hand Cannon | M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle
ITEMS: Gas Canisters (12) | Slugs (100) | Grulyr'bedtr CryoSlugs (1 Mag) | RB-02 "Salt" Rounds (1 Mag) | RB-04 "Droid's Bane" Rounds (1 Mag) | RB-03 "Force Breaker" Rounds (1 Mag)| AXC (10)

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Sahan Dragr flew down the mountainside using his armor's flight systems. He made frequent scans of the area, looking for life. He had no personal care about what had been going on here on Caldera, though he'd gladly put down any Sith if he came across any. Instead, he'd been paid under the table to retrieve a certain individual. He'd brought someone with him to take the man's shop back, and Sahan was now looking for the missing man. He couldn't be too far now.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, his HUD started displaying faint signs of life coming from a cave down below. Sahan landed at the cave entrance and peered inside. There had been some kind of cave-in. Someone was buried beneath the debris and barely clinging to life. Doing a few mental calculation and estimating where he could safely set of detonations, the Mandalorian set off a few whistling birds in various places in the rubble and stood back. The small explosions loosened of the rock so that he could dig through it, until he came across the buried person. Male, adult, Sith and Human genetics. Sahan opened the man's eyes: blue. This was indeed the man he was tasked to retrieve.

Looking around, he noticed another body, this one completely dead and frozen over, impaled against the wall by a vicious-looking, curved vibrosword. Sahan walked over and tried to remove the sword, but it would not budge. Bracing his feet against the wall, he activated his armor's jets as he attempted to remove it again. This time, the blade came free with a hissing sound. The frozen body just stood in place. "Not getting paid to do it, but I guess I'll get you back to your family for a proper send-off."

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He had the two abord his ship, one having been given a stim, the other wrapped in a body bag. Too bad Sahan hadn't come across any Sith. He fired up his ship and headed out. He'd find surviving Ashlans, most likely amongst the GA, and see if he could return the body amongst his people. Then he had to return the Sith Offshoot to Susevfi - where the man could get medical treatment and maybe recover - and collect his pay. Easy enough.

Mnoi Akûti​

 

[Valery Noble]

Elom

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Lightsabers
Tag: Kahlil Noble | Darth Caedes Kyraj Darth Nwul Elmindra Xitaar

Powers of Dark and Light were both rising, as each side employed a variety of subtle tactics to influence the other. She could feel Kahlil's runes, Caedes' attempt to expose them, but also how Darth Nwul was trying to send waves of positive emotions to the Jedi across the currents of the Force. While Valery's mind wasn't as immune as Kahlil's Epicanthix mind, she had been a Jedi Shadow for much of her life, and training to resist the Dark Side was a must.

Still, she realized that they couldn't allow him to freely make his attempts, and thus she coordinated with her husband. He'd handle the one hiding in the back, and she'd focus on the two Sith making their move against her.

With their numerical advantage, Valery knew they were going to flank her, and the Apprentice was quick to do so. From both sides, they began their pattern of attacks, but Valery was meeting their aggression with her own augmented serenity. But as their flurries continued, she began to feel a small tremor of the danger in the Force, and pulled her head back just in time to evade an otherwise lethal strike for her neck. Instead, the tip of Elmindra's blade brushed against her cheek, leaving a small but noticeable cut behind in the process.

Valery grinned despite the flash of pain, and continued to focus on her defensive patterns while she finally spoke, "I've heard those same words from far more dangerous foes, and they are no longer among us," Valery told her flatly before she finally made her own move. Rather than pressing a powerful offensive, she waited for Kyraj to attack down her flank, and the last possible second, Valery's body shifted in the Force, allowing her tophase through both the incoming weapon, as well as her opponent entirely.

Hoping to position herself behind the Apprentice this way, and with them brought off-balance, Valery lashed out with Force-augmented speed across Kyraj' back in an attempt to neutralize him. He was the weaker of her two opponents, and she needed to thin the herd a little.

 

[Inanna Harth]

As Inanna continued to block the shots, making her way closer to the soldiers, a woman suddenly appeared and attacked the Sith. She appeared to be a red-haired Chiss, dressed in a white gown. Well, it used to be white. Now it was covered in so much blood it might as well have been brown.

The woman brutally grabbed a soldier by the neck, crushing it with her bare hands, then took the man’s weapon and turned it on his comrades. Inanna used the distraction caused by her chaotic entrance into the fight to impale a terrified Sith and decapitate another with her lightsaber.

“Are you one of the refugees?” Inanna called out to the woman, not sure what exactly was going on here. The Chiss wasn’t wearing a GA uniform—hell, she didn’t even seem to be dressed for battle. But as long as the woman was only attacking Sith, the enemy of her enemy was her friend. Right?

Vera Mina​

 

[Seela Leini]

Location: Lower Atmosphere - Elom
Time: Late Afternoon
Objective: I - Sith Pursuit │ Intercept Evacuation Ships
Call Sign: Dancer One
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic” │ <”ur-Kittât”>
Tag: Lao-ta

The sudden movement of the A-Wing’s cannons triggered a nigh-instant reaction out of the strand-cast pilot. Having already waged many dogfights against Alliance craft in both live combat and training simulations, Seela had effectively memorized the capabilities of what she knew as ‘alphabet starfighters’—X-Wings, K-Wings, B-Wings, E-Wings, R-Wings, V-Wings, and most applicably, A-Wings. Accordingly, she immediately gunned the SLAM overdrive, throwing her starfighter forward with a sudden, violent burst of acceleration that forced her skull back against the headrest as the inertia compensators struggled to keep up. Pitching the nose slightly downward, her trajectory carried her starfighter in a very slight dive as she passed underneath the A-Wing with speed faster than its swiveling cannons could hope to track. From there, with a heavy, yet controlled breath, the strand-cast turned off the SLAM and cut thrust to the engines.

Then, she pulled.

Tugging on the control sticks, Seela pitched the nose of her starfighter up to a vertical position and yawed in the direction of the A-Wing, thereby generating a full-body air brake and bleeding off most of her speed in the process, potentially causing her rival to overshoot. The frame of the Lobeha Mwadu II shuddered in response to the demanding, extreme-G maneuver, with the pilot herself faring little better as sweat beaded across her brow. Nevertheless, as the A-Wing passed overhead, the twin beam cannons whined to life, unleashing a pair of lancing particle beams into the air for a half-second burn aimed to strike the A-Wing on the underside of its fuselage.

It was nothing short of a desperate gambit to strike down a rival ace from the skies.

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: Lobeha Mwadu II

• Shields: 65%
• Hull: 96%
• FAE/S-05 ECM Array: Active
• FAE/S-02 Semi-Active Stealth System: Active
• FAE/S-03 “Phase Masque” Distortion Matrix: Inactive
• Ósýnilegt-class Personal Cloaking Device: Inactive

Loadout:

• Cannon Hardpoint (2)
  
  • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
  • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
    
    • Firing Module: Particle Beam
• Universal Missile Launcher (2)
  
  • Concussion Missile (3)
  • Concussion Missile (2)
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

 

[Vera Mina]

"No! Came here to kill everyone attacking refugees though!" The Android answered, turning the rest of the Sith Soldiers into pink mist with the deadly spray of shots from her stolen weapon.

She searched the remains of the others, grabbing a few thermal detonators and a knife. Lightsabers were fun. Knives though...that was her speed.

"I brought evac shuttles for the refugees." The Android spoke, lacking the gloating, sadistic tone she had taken with her prey earlier. If nothing else, time among ordinary people had taught her when to turn it on and off. But there was still the blood, still the otherness of her very presence.

"If you've found anyone, now is the time to evacuate."

Inanna Harth