Skirmish [SO/GA] Caldera Crisis

[Darth Caedes]

<< [cont.]... for the Jedi, righteous and arrogant, wield the Force with a degree of naive transparency. Their actions, their intentions, they are all laid bare for those with the senses to see. >>​

— Darth Caedes, Korriban, prior ​

​

• Elom — Evacuation Point
• Tags — Kyraj | @Elmindra | Darth Nwul | Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble
• Objective I (PvP) — Sith Pursuit

"Predictable," Caedes hissed.​

​

vvvVVVVVVVVRRRRRUuUUumMMMMMMmmm—— KKSS'CCCRSSHHH!!​

​

Jedi Master Kahlil Noble conjured magic from glyph-work and vanished into an attack. Flickering into the air above Wake, he thrust down hard into a strike hardly becoming of the Soresu for which he was renown. It was an aggressive strike, lethal and violent, but Caedes could see why they called him the 'Shield.'

Moments before the blade struck flesh, Caedes was there, faster than the eye could catch, his lightsaber held aloft and outstretched, interposing Kahlil's strike with a sense of ease, lips bent into a playful grin. The defense looked simple, almost unadorned and plain, the economy of a true Master, needless to summon magic or showy runes. The dark side of the Force flowed powerfully through Caedes, giving him strength, making him powerful. His grin became mockery. With a second, graceful whipping motion, he slid into Makashi's winding Eel Among the Hornweeds form, batting the Master backwards with his blade and seizing Wake Nayne in the Force. Bodily, as if a puppeteer pulling at the strings of his creation, Darth Caedes leapt backwards and pulled the hopeful with him. His feet skipped against the stone of Elom's hastily erected landing zones, pushing off once more with his toes, a dancer's grace, and leaping further, deeper into the smoke and ash to his posterior. As he slid to a stop, releasing Wake's body nearby, he counted twenty meters distance from where they had just been, his blade resuming its casual defense.

Faintly against the backdrop of destruction and flame, he could hear the voices of the frightened and the terrified. Galactic Alliance pilots initiated their ship's systems in a hurry, keying for engines, their haste making them sloppy, their fear giving him power. Refugees, alarmed, huddled together and hoped to remain unseen, clutching one another close. Families and weaponless warriors, no match for the Sith Lord or his ilk, yelped and bolted at his approach, clinging to the shadows of freighters and the ruined hulls of starfighters— hiding behind any cover in sight, their young kept barely quiet by a father's fingers pressed tightly to his lips, or the soothing, whispered, frantic words of a mother, cooing that all would be alright, don't worry sweetie, I'm right here, that everything was okay. Their fear made them beacons in the Force, discarding the resolve of hope and becoming instead targets for his dominion.

Without so much as turning in their direction, Caedes willed the Force to be his weapon. Behind him, inside the cockpit of a readied freighter, the pilot hesitated, looking momentarily confused and uncomfortable, then was crushed from the inside-out, his ribcage collapsing in a sudden, bloody explosion. The viewport of another transport imploded, transparisteel shards making shreds of the pilot inside. Another merely fell backwards, as if in sleep, one more coughing blood which spewed also from eyes and from ears. One by one, the zone's pilots were removed and silenced, stranding the disparate crowds of survivors to fend for themselves or be protected by the Jedi nearby, Ashlans and Galactic Alliance members alike, bleating their pleas for help into the Force. Caedes' grin became cold and cruel.

"Let us see how far our Jedi Shield will go to protect his people in their time of need..."​

​

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Sith Pursuit
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Judah Lesan / Cambria Zadira

​

The lightning had failed to distract or even keep the attention of his opponent, simply intercepted by the blade of his lightsaber. Had his main strike landed then perhaps that wouldn't have been as detrimental as it was, but unfortunately for Alisteri he never even got close to the Jedi. A great surge of power from the man in the form of a push not only stopped the Sith in mid-air, but indeed threw him up even higher. The man was for all intents and purposes flung up into the air and spun around from the sudden hit of the push.

It took nearly five whole seconds for him to hit the ground, impacting the dirt in roughly the same area that he had stood in when he tried to charge the first time. Despite the heavy landing right on his back the masked man was not deterred and was back on his feet with his blades bared once more without delay. Even if he did hurt like hell.

He took a moment to breath and roll his shoulders, the breath coming out more like a frustrated hiss through his clenched teeth than anything else. Thus far he had quite literally gotten nowhere other than being thrown around and it was clearly affecting him, the anger radiating from his form was palpable and visible as his hands briefly shook with it.

"Call yourself whatever you like, yet you stand here fighting alongside the Alliance and against the Sith nonetheless. Clearly you don't mind them all that much then hm?" He had no time nor interest for Jedi politics. He didn't even care to delve all that much into Sith ones. Right at this moment all he cared about delving into was the gut of this Jedi and ripping out everything that he could find. To that end he dashed forward again with another burst of speed that would leave the heads of most Non-Force Sensitives spinning, even if it meant little to the Jedi.

Rather than another head on assault though, this time he was lighter on his feet. He strafed to the left and right as he made his approach, lightning crackling across his sword as he shot out bolt after bolt from it each time his feet touched the ground. He idly spun his lightsaber in the air as well to make the eventual strike a bit harder to gauge until he was close enough to go in for it, leaping at the Jedi with a slash aimed to strike across his center and cleave him open.

 

[Darth Nwul]

Darth Caedes Elmindra Xitaar Kyraj
vs
Valery Noble Kahlil Noble​

Wake reared back with the force, drawing himself up, he had spread himself thin to create the horrifying cacaphony of sound and supplement it with waves of positivity to create confusion and disorientation, but now it was time to push hard. He prepared to redirect his focus into his target when something felt...wrong. He couldn't latch on to Kahlil's mind! What? A sudden shock through his memories, Master Ibini Abaas', her knowledge of her peers roared into the forefront. The bastard was immune! Mistake! Wake had made a mistake!

Wake eyes went wide as Kahlil disappeared, he felt the void-like presence of a dispassionate jedi going in for the kill behind him. Teleportation. Glee was crushed by terror. He wasn't fast enough. His body wasn't built for this level of combat yet! He had the knowledge but not the seasoning. Resentment exploded in his mind. Resentment turned to hate. Hate burned into rage. Sometimes, even a sith like him, who used all the emotions in the spectrum, needed to fall back on the basics. In that instant he tried to protect himself, push forward, do something!

Caedes was there before he could finish his reaction, he felt his body rise off the ground as lightsaber blades screamed against eachother. He hit the ground a moment later and scrambled backwards, eyes wide, chest heaving, he looked up at the back of Caedes head. No, the natural order demanded that the weak die when they stuck their neck out. Caedes had spared him, saved him, Wake grit his teeth. Was it his potential, or was it because Wake was still useful? He didn't know, but the resentment screamed even louder in his head. He wrestled with it, meeting it with the memories of love from dozens of people.

Passion twisted in his chest as he dragged himself to a partial standing position, a glare burning on his face directed at Kahlil. Something wrong coiled behind his eyes, the madness of a thousand threads twisting together to pretend to be something sane.

"Let us see how far our Jedi Shield will go to protect his people in their time of need..."

Wake bore his teeth at the Jedi. "I'll use them well, My Lord," the blossoming sith hissed and drank deep of the fear, pain, and terror of the survivors nearby. It may not work on a Jedi Master, but certainly... he whipped his head towards a pair of soldiers that were trying to get out of the way and filled their minds with madness and hallucinations. Memories and terrors of the slaughter on korriban became their own, they screamed and grabbed at their heads before he twisted the shock images. Their nearby allies looking like enemies.

Blasterfire erupted towards the exposed crewmen.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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

This time, Jonyna braced herself, digging her claws into the ground below her and taking the hit. More blood burst from her mouth, but she stayed standing. Alright, time to go all out. She slashed once more with Lucy, this time going for an arm, before spinning around, her tail lashing out Wallgof's face with a saber that didn't look ignited...

Hopefully her gambit would pay off. She could feel herself waning, her stamina falling. Her breaths became ragged, and her muscles burned. But she kept fighting. Didn't matter if she felt like throwing up. Didn't matter if her back felt like it'd been fractured. Didn't matter if blood poured from her mouth. This guy needed to die. This monster needed to be slain. This was her proving ground, her baptism of fire. And fire was an old friend. She'd show the raging inferno deep within her...

The wind shifted, as if the war chants were now cheering the cathar on, once again pushing Darth Wallgof back and forth, as if to distract him at the very least. Hit him from every direction, throw everything you have at him.

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

(PvE) Objective II — Refugee Crisis​

Concealed within the terrain Minerva looked on as dozens of refugees poured out of the path toward the evacuation zones. So far the Sith hadn't any more creatures or troops to pursue but she had a feeling that was about to change.

"LT we got hostiles flying in swoops!"

Irni said beside, looking up at the sky through her rifle's scope. Lifting her helm up Minerva saw it as well. Around twenty of them and they were diving in fast like Drexls going for the slaughter. Already the civilians screamed in terror as they tried to run faster or take cover

"Gakot flare now!" Ordered Minerva and the Klantoonian popped one into his grenade launcher and aimed and fired into the air just as the marauders came in range, firing.

A blinding radiance exploded quickly, sowing mayhem and panic among the riders many of whose visions were blurred. Some crashed into the ground while others pulled away to circle around and recover. Others less affected scattered, searching for the source of the flare.

The Talons opened up on the closet ones. Within moments more than half of the Sith swoop riders were wiped out by the combined firepower. A few however, evaded it and counter-attacked, blasting at their positions. Minerva dove for cover as rock splinters from impacts. Feeling pebbles rain on her the warrior gritted her teeth when seeing one of her troopers took a bolt in the face and fell back.

She aimed up at the enemy who did it, making a pass to the left flank. Minerva fired but missed and her target came back around with a second strafing run. Leaping out of the way the Mandalorian tried to shoot back but a sniper bolt struck the engine, destroying it and the swoop fell and the rider fell with a scream before breaking her neck to the bottom.

Minerva locked eyes with Irni who pulled the trigger and they shared a silent nod. Moments later the Sith riders were all dead but the sight of her latest casualty made the lieutenant remind her that victory wasn't cheap.

Vir…his poor wife, she's going to have their child soon.

She thought sadly before pulling his identity tag off his neck. Those were four deaths and one wounded in her platoon today. She then whispers to herself in reminder.

"Hold the line. Hold the line.”

 

[Elmindra Xitaar]

Darth Caedes | Kyraj | Darth Nwul
VS
Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble​

Elom

Planet Surface​

Outside The Capital Spaceport​

Objective I: Sith Pursuit (PvP)​

​

Her lightsaber only having barely tasted the flesh of the Sword's cheek, Elmindra was left feeling dissatisfied and greedy for more, the insatiable void of the dark side within her swelling and pulling yet harder on the minds around her.

"I've heard those same words from far more dangerous foes, and they are no longer among us."

The Marquess of Falleen Throne gave a haughty scoff at the naivety of the comment before she felt the impending shift, a warning ripple in the Force, both her primal instinct and her innate sensitivity to such ripples providing her with some unique precognition. However, as Kyraj swung out with his attack, the Jedi master suddenly vanished from view in an unfamiliar show of power before reappearing behind her apprentice a moment later to lash out with an attack.

Confident in her apprentice's ability to hold his own in a duel of sabers, Elmindra moved to take advantage of her opponent's distracted state. She leaped back a couple paces toward a large flaming piece of the crashed Lambda-class shuttle and thrust her free hand out toward the roiling column of smoke billowing up from the chunk of debris. She fueled the greedy flames with the power of the dark side, coaxing them to flare brighter as she pulled the thick black smoke and the bright flames over and around herself in a whirl of cover, effectively shrouding her from Valery's line of sight long enough to prepare her next move.

When the tall willowy Falleen Knight emerged from the dark cloud of smoke, licks of flame still dancing at her feet, there was no longer one but three of her. The three Elmindras were perfectly in sync, from their proud stance down to their matching indignant expressions. Beyond their flawless synchronicity, each of them possessed their own dark side aura, making that much more difficult to distinguish between illusion and reality, even with the Force. All three spoke in unison, their voices an eery cacophony, words carried on the wisps of smoke as serpentine whispers.

"You know nothing of the danger you face, Jedi," they hissed, the title a curse from snarling lips. "Your ignorance will be your undoing."

 

[Niynx Ioune]

<< In the face of darkness, we do not resist. Rather, become vessels for the Force's light to flow through us. Our strength lies in our surrender to its wisdom. >>

— Jedi Master La T'vil to Padawan Niynx Ioune, Coruscant​

• Elom — Capital City
• Tags — Darth Carnifex | Dominik Borra | Katherine Holt
• Objective I (PvP) — Stop The Emperor

The virulent flare of a particle beam reached out and detonated against the back of Darth Carnifex. Then, the Emperor was consumed in a maelstrom of crackling, destructive energy. Niynx did not delight in the death of such a being, nor did he pity it, but he—!!

He felt it in the Force, first. A disturbance like swimming in dark water as something large passes by underneath. Eyes widening, Niynx spun to face the palace entryway and watched in confused horror as the Emperor emerged, unharmed. Instinctively, he raised his lightsaber anew and placed it like a wall between himself and Carnifex.

Sweat fell from his temples and gathered at his chin. He blinked as it fell into his eyes, wiping it aside with a sleeve. His hair clung to his forehead, his armpits slick with perspiration. Gradually, he felt the looming shadow of that huge power surrounding him. Smoke rose from fabric and the stones underfoot became hot. Furrowing his brows and staring up into the air with wonder, the defense of NIynx's lightsaber slowly wilted until it fell limp at his side. He let the heat push past what was comfortable to his skin, breathing in the smell of evaporating water, vapors from fuel and blood and ash from flesh.

No, he thought, he could not fight this Force as a warrior alone. The blade sizzled out and he hung it back on his belt, next to the other. His lips twitched as the heat grew to pain, like standing too near to a campfire and not being able to move. His breathing remained even, lips pursed as he exhaled pain. Our strength lies in our surrender. Niynx closed his eyes and stretched out with his senses, visualizing his body as a receptacle for the light side, being filled to a brimming, shining bright. Sweat poured down his arms now, dripping off of his fingertips and never making it to the ground. Even the humblest of lights pushes back the deepest shadows, he affirmed for himself, I am equal to the task.

With another breath, Niynx placed his hands together at chest level and formed the meditative sign of polarity, a Jedi meditation on surrender. With the rest of his fingers curled, the left forefinger and middle finger pointed down to the ground like a conductor rod, whilst the corresponding right two thrust upward, to the war torn skies. Panting and blinking through the sweat and the heat, Niynx pulled on the Force and made of himself a conduit, opening like a channel for the Emperor's power to flow through and move past. It burned at his insides, at his lungs, his breaths hot like forge-smoke, becoming an island of tranquility amidst the roiling ocean of the Emperor’s malevolent glare.

Metal groaned as starships sunk and melted around him, bodies bursting aflame and smoldering. When he opened his eyes again, Niynx let his gaze fall directly upon the Emperor, unflinching and determined, breathing hard but standing tall.

 

[Inanna Harth]

"No! Came here to kill everyone attacking refugees though!"

Inanna blinked. Alright then.

"I brought evac shuttles for the refugees. If you've found anyone, now is the time to evacuate."

"Already on it!" Inanna replied, throwing her lightsaber. Guiding it with telekinesis, the blade sliced through a trio of Sith before returning to her hand. "I sent some refugees to hide while I scouted ahead. Where are your shuttles parked?"

Vera Mina​

 

[Wedge Draav]

REFUGEE CRISIS

OUT OF THE SUN


GALACTIC ALLIANCE DEFENSE FORCE: Starfighter Corps
Lieutenant Wedge "Boxer" Draav

HAAT Gunship Variant.

Allies: GADF l Minerva Fhirdiad
Enemies: SO l None Yet​

The zig-zagging pattern that Wedge flew in bought them a few moments before they were at the rendezvous point.

They flew menacingly out of the sun- just how Wedge normally did.

He clicked the crew comms on.

"Boxer one, checking in."

His Co-Pilot, a Gunner Lieutenant from the Navy, clicked on.

"Boxer two, checking in. All clear on my end."

Wedge gave a thumbs up to the man behind him. Pulling forward on the throttles to give the Gunship a wide, sweeping motion directly overhead the GADF forces on the ground, currently being beaten down by the Sith attacking their position. The Gunship flew low- very, very low.

And Wedge gave a little wave out the window. It was a sign for the GADF on the ground that they were not forgotten, nor were they alone. The HAAT had to give a wide turn- it's screeching sound effect, the roar of the engines were quite an effect on the enemy. Just as much as the targeting solutions that Boxer-Two had on the enemy that had come to avenge their swoop-laden comrades.

The swoops that were attacking the position once more of Talon Squadron were suddenly and violently bombarded by a violent opening salvo from Boxer Two and Boxer One. Wedge manned the forward mounted lasers, while his Gunner utilized a heavier cannon to dispatch foes with more lethal precision. Wedge pulled up slightly and slowed down the craft, giving the gunner more time to pick out targets. The swoops that Talon had engaged initially seemed to be a scouting or probing force, and were more than likely going to report back on their positions for a larger attack.

Wedge opened a comm link to the transports on the ground, with their IFF tags not even reading any movement or any electrical activity on the scanner, nor comm checks or even status checks. Total silence.

"This is Boxer One, be advised, we cannot stay with you for long, you will need to start moving."

Silence.

No reply. Not even a crackle. The Transports remained still, without even firing their engines or the crew moving to accept refugees.

He opened a local all-talk channel to the GADF on the ground, performing a J-turn, going away from their position for another pass to assist the lonesome GADF on the ground.

"Any station, any station, be advised, transports are not moving or powering up. Please advise their status, over. Please acknowledge status of civilians."

 

[Nyaeli]

​

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

Nyaeli watched him burn and twist from the arcs of lightning passing through his body with an insidious grin all over her face. She could feel the pain it caused, and knew it would be enough to kill anybody after enough time had passed. But she didn't want to end his life this way. It was merely an attempt to shatter the barrier around his mind, so she could fight her way inside and break him down.

He was of far more use to her that way.

But in a defiant effort to stop her, Shan telekinetically blasted dust and frozen sand up at her, forcing her to turn her body away and interrupt the lightning. A flash of anger burned in her corrupted eyes, and finally, she had enough. Her crimson blade came about, and with augmented speed, she dashed straight at the Padawan. If it was going to take physical force to break him down, so be it. But she wasn't playing around anymore.

The blade soon came up above her shoulders, and with as much speed and strength as she could muster, she began a series of staccato, strength-driven attacks. She wasn't trying to just probe his defenses or attack with a more cautious approach — she wanted to tear this Jedi apart and break right through him.

"You'll be dead among these people."

 

[Vera Mina]

"Not far. Half a click, at most." The Android answered. "I'm Rom, by the way."

The Biot whirled with unnatural precision and grace with the repeater, turning another two Sith Soldiers coming around the corner into pink mist that drifted through the air.

"And my agent said the wars were gonna be winding down." The Android chuckled. "Business is greater than it's ever been. What the devil is all this talk of peace on the Horizon?"

She turned back to Inanna Harth

"We get your refugees first. I got plenty of ammo to make the journey entertaining..." she said enthusiastically. "Lead the way!"

 

[Shan Pavond]

He couldn't even get a moment to catch his breath. As soon as the lightning stopped, Shan saw Nyaeli dashing towards him as he kept his saber ignited. Bracing himself for her attacks which he guessed were going to be powered by strong attacks. She wasn't going to be probing for a physical weakness, she was trying to get inside of his head. Now that he was at least not in agony from the Lightning anymore, Shan could focus on rebuilding his mental defenses, whilst focusing on the Soresu techniques he had been practising. That didn't stop him from attempting to tease her, though it was mostly fuelled by the adrenaline in Shan's system.

"I'm guessing you don't like sand? Is it too coarse? Rough? Irritating? Does it get everywhere? 'Cause I know I can be a bit irritating. Plus my name is like sand. Shan, Sand. Get it?" He could still feel the adrenaline coursing through his body alongside the fear but he was doing what he normally did when he felt those more negative emotions build up. Hide them with false positivity. Be overly jokey or smiley, which is why he had a grin on his face. Though whilst he was joking to try and distract him...This technically worked as an introduction to Nyaeli.

Slow and precise movements, making sure to keep his energy usage to a minimum. He had to hope that Nyaeli was going to tire herself out...but anger could be a useful tool for going on in a fight. That didn't worry Shan however as he kept himself focused on Nyaeli. Letting the Force help guide him to where he needed to place his saber to block her strikes. Sending out a few slashes of his own towards Nyaeli, though none were made with lethal intent. Aiming for either her saber or Nyaeli's arms.

"Neither of us have to die today. What do you want Aruzan? Why are you fighting?" Shan refused to refer to Nyaeli as "girl" or as "Sith". To him, that was almost as bad as insulting her. "You know why I'm fighting. And I'm going to keep fighting you for as long as I need to." It wasn't what he wanted but wasting Nyaeli's time was one of the most important things he could do right now as he stayed on the defensive.

Nyaeli

 

[Lao-ta]

Elom
Lower atmosphere approaching the capitol
Seela Leini Niynx Ioune

As Lao-ta raced towards the city she watched on her sensors as the enemy craft raced ahead parallel to her and then past her. Blast! How many tricks did that fighter have? She wasn't certain what her rival's play was. Passing her was a strange choice, but whatever the plan was she wasn't going to sit there and wait for it to happen. As the nubian craft rushed past her she rolled away to starboard breaking off in a different direction. As she did two more of the ion beams lanced past her from below. Dynamic deceleration! That was the move. Risky. They must be getting impatient.

As she adjusted course back towards the city again she heard wolf leader on the comms again.
<Heads up Unbari. We're incoming!> She looked up and saw five of the new jedi order starfighters roaring down from above as they opened fire on her pursuer. <Thanks for the assist wolves! It's your show now.> And with that she continued her mad dash toward her padawan. As she closed in she got a better read on his location. He was at the palace.

 

[Kyraj]

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

Kyraj felt confusion flood him as his wrathful strike fell on empty space where the jedi master had once stood. What had happened? Then his battle sense sparked. Behind! He reached into the force and propelled himself forward in a dive as the sword's blade whipped through the space he had just been occupying. FAST! And there was whatever disappearing trick she had just pulled. This enemy was on another level from the jedi he had killed hours before. He couldn't be reckless here.

"You know nothing of the danger you face, Jedi," they hissed, the title a curse from snarling lips. "Your ignorance will be your undoing."

He watched as his master's illusions emerged from the billowing smoke. They would need to do this together. Glory would not be his alone. As the jedi glanced at the Marquess he rose from his roll on one knee and reached out unleashing a torrent of violet lightning. Rising fully he circled around the jedi once again flanking her as he maintained a steady current of crackling hate intended to keep her suppressed and distracted.

 

[Darth Valor]

As the Sith Order expands its reach into the Stygian Caldera, Darth Valor, a formidable Sith Lord, emerges as a key player in the pursuit of the Ashlan refugees attempting to escape. With a relentless drive and an insatiable thirst for power, Valor joins the Sith forces in their mission to intercept and subdue the refugees before they can find sanctuary on the planet Elom.

Harnessing the dark side of the Force, Darth Valor becomes a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. His mastery of lightsaber combat and command over the destructive powers of the Sith make him a formidable adversary. With each step, his presence sends tremors of fear and uncertainty through his enemies.

In the chaotic turmoil of the Stygian Caldera, Darth Valor cuts a path of darkness, striking down Jedi and Alliance soldiers who dare to stand in his way. With a calculated and relentless pursuit, he seeks to cripple the efforts of the Jedi and secure the Sith Order's dominance in this crucial conflict.

As the Sith forces engage in combat, Darth Valor's crimson lightsaber blazes with malevolent intensity, deflecting blaster bolts and severing the Jedi's connection to the Force. His every move is infused with the raw power of the dark side, leaving devastation in his wake.

While the refugee crisis unfolds, Darth Valor's presence looms ominously, a constant reminder of the Sith's unyielding determination to crush their adversaries and claim victory. With each fallen opponent, he grows more confident, his desire for power intensifying, and his allegiance to the Sith Order unwavering.

In the midst of this chaos, Darth Valor's actions will shape the outcome of the conflict, ensuring that the Sith's pursuit of the refugees remains unrelenting. The dark side flows through him, fueling his every step and driving him to demonstrate his unwavering loyalty and strength as a Sith Lord.

 

[Judah Lesan]

.

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

“Of course I am fighting against the Sith. I don’t like you guys. You want to sit on your supposed moral high horse when for millennia your kind have been responsible for the genocide of countless civilizations. Say what you want about the Alliance, but pot… meet kettle.”

Right, so Judah was pushing it too far perhaps. It was what he often did with Sith. More than not he knew it did not take much to anger a Sith, and while the drew power from such emotions, they also lost focus. Sure, this particular Sith would now focus his energy on trying to kill him, but that was where Judah wanted it. The more time he spent trying to kill the master Jedi, the more time there would be for @Cambria and his padawan to get the others to safety. It was this exact type of behavior the Twi’lek wanted him to give up, however.

Judah moved and zig zagged with the lightning strikes. It was clear that they were not the actual attack, but he also knew they needed to be avoided. Sith lighting was no joke, save for the fact they usually defaulted to using it. This Sith had proven to be no different in that regard.

The lightsaber blade was what Judah really had to worry about.

It came across, forcing Judah back. This was not an attack to step into. A quick parry with one blade opened a slash across the neck of his opponent with the other. He did not anticipate the strike to land and actually relieve the Sith of his head, but it was clear Judah also needed to bring some offense to this battle as well.

His attack was not meant to kill, but it was designed to send a message.

Judah was not afraid of killing his opponent if it came to it.

 

[Darth Valor]

.

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

“Of course I am fighting against the Sith. I don’t like you guys. You want to sit on your supposed moral high horse when for millennia your kind have been responsible for the genocide of countless civilizations. Say what you want about the Alliance, but pot… meet kettle.”

Right, so Judah was pushing it too far perhaps. It was what he often did with Sith. More than not he knew it did not take much to anger a Sith, and while the drew power from such emotions, they also lost focus. Sure, this particular Sith would now focus his energy on trying to kill him, but that was where Judah wanted it. The more time he spent trying to kill the master Jedi, the more time there would be for @Cambria and his padawan to get the others to safety. It was this exact type of behavior the Twi’lek wanted him to give up, however.

Judah moved and zig zagged with the lightning strikes. It was clear that they were not the actual attack, but he also knew they needed to be avoided. Sith lighting was no joke, save for the fact they usually defaulted to using it. This Sith had proven to be no different in that regard.

The lightsaber blade was what Judah really had to worry about.

It came across, forcing Judah back. This was not an attack to step into. A quick parry with one blade opened a slash across the neck of his opponent with the other. He did not anticipate the strike to land and actually relieve the Sith of his head, but it was clear Judah also needed to bring some offense to this battle as well.

His attack was not meant to kill, but it was designed to send a message.

Judah was not afraid of killing his opponent if it came to it.

As Darth Valor entered the fray, a sinister aura surrounded him, radiating power and malice. His eyes glowed with the intensity of the dark side, fixated on the Jedi before him. With a swift and purposeful motion, he unleashed a barrage of Force-enhanced attacks, aiming to strike down his opponent with lethal precision.

The crackling crimson blade of Darth Valor's lightsaber danced through the air, deflecting the Jedi's feeble attempts at defense. Each strike was a testament to his mastery of lightsaber combat and his unwavering loyalty to the Sith Order. With calculated movements, he closed the distance between them, his relentless assault pushing the Jedi back.

The power of the dark side surged through Darth Valor, fueling his every move. He harnessed its destructive energy to unleash devastating Force abilities, sending shockwaves and lightning bolts towards his Jedi adversary. The air crackled with the raw power of his attacks, leaving destruction in their wake.

Driven by his insatiable thirst for power and dominance, Darth Valor pressed his advantage, relentless in his pursuit. His every strike was precise, aimed at exploiting weaknesses and overwhelming the Jedi's defenses. He reveled in the chaos he created, reveling in the fear and desperation that grew within his opponent.

The clash between the Sith Lord and the Jedi ignited the battlefield, a testament to the eternal struggle between the light and dark sides of the Force. Darth Valor's onslaught continued unabated, his attacks fueled by a burning hatred for the Jedi and a desire to crush all who stood against him.

In the midst of the chaos, Darth Valor's presence loomed large, a menacing figure embodying the power of the Sith. His onslaught left no room for mercy or hesitation, as he sought to vanquish his Jedi adversary and assert his dominance over the battlefield. With each strike, he aimed to deliver a devastating blow that would forever shatter the Jedi's spirit and bring them to their knees.

As the battle raged on, Darth Valor's dark power intensified, his thirst for victory and conquest unquenchable. He fought with a ruthless determination, fully embracing the darkness that surged within him. The outcome of this fateful encounter would shape the destiny of all those involved, leaving a lasting mark on the ongoing conflict between the Sith and the Jedi.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil raised a brow in surprise. He'd long learned to keep his expression from any tell tale signs of emotion, but this was too much of a surprise for it not to show. The Sith Master defending the apprentice. How out of character, though, he didn't exactly hate it. Crap. He kind of respected that. They weren't Sith he knew, so perhaps they were a change? .. No, they served under his father still. They served the Kainite.

Caedes was met not with attacks, but defense, at first. A passive defense as Kahlil took stock of the surprise and what it could mean. Was it just defending his apprentice, or was it defending someone who could best hinder at a distance? Tactics were important in any kind of fight, right? His brow returned to the calm furrow of concentration as he let his blade weave through his near passive defense. Soresu was always better for defending than attacking.

It was an avenue he could've continued with ease. Stay the passive defense, keep the Sith separated while Valery dealt with the other pair. There was no hurry. Until there was. It was a blessing and a curse, his inability to feel the influence of the mind. He could easily defend himself without even thinking about it. But when it came to others, he couldn't shield their minds. Not in a large group, anyway. He had a rune for it, and one he'd used on his own Padawans.

But he needed to apply them directly.

His off hand raised once more as he traced a different rune in the air. A pattern, a sequence. Stasis, Freeze, Hibernation. He could feel the death from those vessels. People were killing each other. People were full of fear. And he couldn't break that fear.

Kahlil turned his eyes to the ships, off the pair of Sith before him, and let his sequence thrust through the Force. All at once the panic and fear stopped. Not because they were suddenly unafraid, but because they were no longer able to move, think. For the moment, they were all asleep in a forced hibernation.

"And for a moment, I respected you for saving your apprentice."

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

 

[Inanna Harth]

"Not far. Half a click, at most. I'm Rom, by the way."

"Inanna," she simply gave her name, a bit too busy fighting to come up with a more interesting intro. The Sith just kept coming, no matter how many she shot, stabbed, dismembered or crushed with telekinetically-hurled debris.

"And my agent said the wars were gonna be winding down." The Android chuckled. "Business is greater than it's ever been. What the devil is all this talk of peace on the Horizon?"

Business? Inanna shot a wary look Rom's way. It could've just been a joke - plenty of soldiers used dry, dark humor to cope with the harsh realities of war. But Inanna herself wasn't in the mood to joke about the end of what had been the longest period of galactic peace in decades.

"We get your refugees first. I got plenty of ammo to make the journey entertaining..." she said enthusiastically. "Lead the way!"

With Rom in tow, Inanna headed back to the spot where she had left the refugees. Unable to sense their presence with the Force, she called out a secret password to coax them out of hiding: "Olly olly oxen free!"

A few minutes passed, then a nearby manhole cover started to rise. They had been hiding in the sewers? Disgusting, but smart. Inanna flung it away using her telekinesis, then helped the refugees hiding down below to emerge from the ground. "Is that everyone?" she asked one of them, a man smeared with filth.

"That guy you pulled out of the ditch didn't make it," he replied.

Inanna's face fell. "I'm not leaving his body down there in the muck," she said, looking down into the manhole. Once she spotted the corpse, she used the Force to lift it up and out. "He deserves a proper burial, at least."

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

Seela felt her heart skip a beat as the A-Wing banked into a hard break turn, thereby slipping out of the stream of her fire. Nevertheless, in spite of the five starfighter signatures closing in on her own six, the strand-cast wasn’t keen on allowing her rival to escape without offering a parting gift. Pulling her starfighter back up into level flight and slamming the accelerator, Seela locked onto the speeding A-Wing and launched a single concussion missile, set to hone in on the craft’s white-hot engines.

However, upon glancing down at her ammunition readout—four missiles remaining—and drawing back to the five unfamiliar interceptors closing in on her six, Seela immediately wondered if she had just committed a fatal mistake.

Nevertheless, falling back to her fundamentals, Seela accelerated and pulled her starfighter into a wide, sweeping pitch turn, making sure to keep all five signatures to one side as she did. All the while, a mental command activated the Phase Masque, turning her starfighter’s visual profile into a stuttering, volatile mirage that would make acquiring her as a target nigh-impossible. Finally, countermeasure nano missiles were fired out from the rear of her craft, before detonating to form plumes of pink energy-dissipating gas, swallowing the incoming laser fire spat towards her direction from the five interceptors.

Then, she disappeared into the clouds.

She reemerged a moment later, after tightening her turn within the cover of the clouds and adjusting her course to fly towards the rear of the enemy formation. The strand-cast came out above two of the interceptors, before quickly locking on and firing a pair of concussion missiles at point blank range, giving her targets little time to evade the incoming warheads. On impact, the warheads went off in a pair of fiery, booming explosions, obliterating the two Jedi pilots as Seela sped by, leaving little more than shredded pieces of hull and flaming slag in her wake.

Immediately, Seela pulled up and ascended back into the clouds, intent upon tailing the remaining three interceptors. Before long, she got within cannon range of one of her targets. However, with the dense cloud layer obstructing her natural vision, the strand-cast leveraged her neural interface to bring her mind back in sync with the streams of data flowing in from the Lobeha Mwadu II’s sensors.

Now, she saw them.

On cue, the strand-cast opened fire, unleashing a pair of particle beams which lanced through the clouds to strike the interceptor in its engines, triggering a sudden explosion that consumed the craft and its Jedi pilot in a searing inferno.

The strand-cast gave deep breath as she glanced down at the ammunition display. Two missiles left, for two bandits.

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: Active
• 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 (1)
  • Concussion Missile (1)
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol