Stage Two - Freedom for the Common Man: Battle On Commenor

[Marina DeVoe]

Location: Southern Distric of Chasin City
Objective: To evacuate children off Commenor
Wearing: slumming as a local
Interaction: Collage Campus resistance group under Drox Fuga
Posts: 6


"Oh yes, that will work...." She went over the work which got the two seismic bombs attached to the ship. It were part of her pre-flight check as she awaited some reply from the resistance concerning them giving her a launch window. Marina was no idiot. She knew without proper info of the battles on the surface, air and space was pertinent to a successful launch and most of all, the safety of the children.

"Now if you could, get some temporary break-a-way plates around them...sheet metal that will cover up the identity of the bombs so that this ship will not appear as a fighter, but what it actually is, an evacuation transport." She then asked.

"Oh I don't know...anything that is strong enough to withstand a launch and not to come apart until the seismic bombs are released....
I'm not an engineer, but if I have to make such coverings I will."
She didn't have too, as the ground support crew knew what she was asking. And both the coverings and bombs could be released from the cockpit.

"Yes..yes, that is wonderful...yes..." She nodded as the crews got working on it.
"Wait, wait!
Uhm...anyway possible for controlling the detonation of the seismic bombs from the bridge too once released? I 'm not aiming for them to hit a target per say. I mean..well they are sith and all, but still living beings..." God she despised the sith. But still she could not think of killing them, nor their lackeys the troopers if she didn't have to. Well, she couldn't kill anyone really...or so she believed in her heart. But she had children entrusted in her care. Marina didn't want to dwell on it, but if it meant the children or sith-
Yes, she could make that choice if Berkana, her God put her to the test.

"Lady DeVoe, we got a transmission from one of the resistant groups. They are responding to your request of that launch window." An officer came up to her.

"Great, I'll take it in the ship." And so she boarded the ship as the ground crew were still working on the bombs and cover plates. She passed the children who were boarding, with the help of the school staff and others. She couldn't help but gently touch a child's head then several as she passed them, getting to the cockpit.

"Marina DeVoe here...whom am I speaking to?" She got on the comm.

It was one of the resistance fighter, an officer transmitting from the Collage Campus amid the fighting on the surface. He was under the command and authority of a Capt. [member="Drox Fuga"]. Marina and her ship were underground, in the utility tunnels that ram for the most part from one end of Chasin City to all of it's boroughs. She was at the Southern underground hub which since the sith invasion had been secretly converted to an underground hanger to prepare whatever ships they could in making them ready for civilian evacuation when Commenor was ready to strike back. This particular subterranean hub had been planned and prepared for the evacuation of children. It just so happened that most of the children that had trekked with their teachers, aids and classmates were from kindergarten to grade school.

She were instructed either to make it, ship, children and all to either the Collage Campus or take her chance and wait for the New republic Reliefs to get to her.

"Negative.
Repeat, negative.
I need a launch window that will get my vessel off this system. This is from standing Primary Directive Three." She stated without mentioning the children, in case the sith were monitoring all the secure channels..
Primary Directive Three was exactly that; the directive in place to assure the safe evacuation of children off the system when things got as hot as they did.

"No...I can't get an escort....we'll be prioritized as a viable target..." She tried to explain over the radio.
What she needed was a momentary launch window that would take the sith forces eye off the launch and get her up into orbit where she could then pray for a quick jump coordinate she had to do, despite her ship's nav comp not functioning.

"Correct, an ascension trajectory through NHQ4-7L (North Hemisphere, Quadrant 4-7 Longitude) or-...or just a clear shot to high orbit from my current coordinates..." She continued to negotiate with the officer whom was trying to get her to come to their location.

"No, that would be counterproductive... I have to get this vessel clear out of the system. It's Primary Directive Three. There are no other options. I need any open window you can give me if you can't give me NHQ4-7L.... and the sooner the better...please." She pleaded as there was no time for arguing.
The officer on the other end asked her to hold.

"Maybe they can provide escort if we can get to the College grounds." The resistance crew member asigned as co-pilot next to her butted in.
"No.
Look, I know how it may look up there and I'm just as scared as you are. But pulling out of here and exposing this ship to make it to the College Grounds is pointless. We'll be a flying target.
besides, it'll not get our children off this system. We need to do this as an unarmed vessel trying to make a run for it." Marina cupped her transmission mike as she replied to the crew member next to her.

"What do you mean trying?..You have to do more than try. That's like saying-" Yes, at times like these and getting to countdown zero as the fighting and situation planet side were getting thick, everyone was on edge. And it was no different from the man next to her in the cockpit.

"Trust me! " Marina cut him off.
"I know what I'm doing. If this ship gets an escort, then it's a primary militaristic target.
Alone, unarmed in this class vessel we are a minor target. We are just a civilian ship running scared out of the system. The sith don't much bother with cowards when they have resistance fighter groups to take care of.
If we get escorted, then we are part of that primary target assemble...don't you get it?!" She explained it to her crew member, before the transmission from College Campus replied back.

"Look...please get a hold of your CO. Please relay to Capt Fuga that I need to launch ASAP. Tell him no escort. Repeat, no escort...you got that?
Please, I need clear skies for two minutes tops...nothing less than a 1 minute window. Can you have him get that for me?...over." Marina once more pleaded her request to the officer under Capt Drox Fuga's command group.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Location: Capital City, headed toward Palace
​Units: Crusader Drones [Also referred to as the Horde] | Section Commanders | Twelve Brutes
​Objective: Advertise
​Enemies: Everyone | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | others?
​Closest Proximity: [member="Coren Starchaser"]

​Torpedos from the Mandalorian righters came down all around the battlefield; large crackling clashes of pure energy rippled against the sides of buildings, obliterating forces on all sides. The Brutes continued to fire on both sides, easily handling the multitasking required as this time they brought down three of the Mandalorian fighters.

​That was when it hit, the Resolute broke atmosphere and its severed parts cried through the sky as many compartments and various parts of the ship rained down on the city and the city streets like a hailstorm as the Resolute passed over by. Tathra grunted, opting to ignore his enemies final words as he broke into a sprint to avoid the debris crashing down.

​Tathra spun the long shaft between his hands as he drew close to Coren Starchaser, once he was within range; Tathra stopped. He was in range but his opponent was not, that'd be his choice. Tathra opted for a shorter grip, his right hand held the shaft close to the bottom whilst his upper hand clasped around the middle of the length of the weapon.

​Tathra stepped to the right, not closer however to his target but simply for momentum. Tathra brought the Mace along with his own momentum, the Mace's end directed at Coren as both arms moved along with his body; directing the weapon from his left toward Coren's right.

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Location: [Redacted], Commenor
Objective: Rebel
Nearby: [member="Magnus Vizsla"]
Equipment: Armour, Weapon

As Jaccer neared the building occupied by the Mandalorian, he heard the activation of a thruster pack. His opponent was trying to reposition elsewhere. The building was currently preventing both men from maintaining sight on eachother, however with this new information, it was the New Republic soldier who momentarily had the upper-hand.

Instead of entering the building, as the Mando had planned for, the soldier would run through the complex and exit through the rear. From here he would use his thruster pack to climb an adjacent building.

This seemed to be the correct move as the building the Mandalorian had be occupying prior to this would collapse following a ground-shaking explosion. At this point, both men had not made sight with eachother in a while and Jaccer could not pinpoint the enemies position. It seemed that this engagement was becoming a game of cat and mouse. And an annoying one at that.

The sensory system of Jaccer's armour would scan the environment from his vantage point on the top of the building, searching for any signs of movement.

 

[Dysnomia]

Location: Outside, now inside the First Order Embassy
Allies: Commenor, [member="Cenn Kothari"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Darlyn Excron"]
[member="Amari Deechi"]
Enemies: First Order/Sith, [member="Konstantin Makarev"] [member="Kyli DT-6767"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"]
[member="Micah"]
Objective: Rebellion!
Soundtrack: Goody Two Shoes

“Waiting is sooooo boring,” Dysnomia agreed. “Look! I’ve picked all of my nail polish off waiting.” She showed the back of her hand where black fingernail polish used to be, only ragged traces of it still visible around the cuticles.

He doesn’t care, she scolded herself. The Mandalorian was cute but more like hang-a-poster-on-your-bedroom-wall cute. The teenager wasn’t allowed to date. Not yet, but this guy? He was about as old as her dad anyway.

Still he was nice, and much like him, the young witch would rather be fighting.

“What if I did this?” she offered, and using the Force, a green swirl preceding her tribal-like hand movements. She twisted her fingers together until a small pile of rocks rose in the air, over the Embassy wall, and then Dysnomia flung them all into a nearby window.

CRASH!!!!

Using the repulsorlift on her skates, Dysnomia scrambled over the wall to the hole in the window, carefully picking the glass out until a nice easy hole was there, and then she launched herself through. Once she was inside the building she dusted the shards off of herself, small cuts now on the palms of her hands.

“Come on!” she shouted to Cenn, not sure if he could hear her with the thick barrier between them. “I made an opening for us to explore.” She could hear boot steps behind her, but they turned out to be the footfalls of the fleeing soldiers and dignitaries evacuating the Embassy, not anyone dragging her out of the building by her ponytail.

 

[Silfe Sosuri]

Silfe had never been a Force user before her abduction. She wasn't quite sure what was happening now except the feeling of intense power. It surprised her as much as it had [member="Kyrel Ren"] when it exploded from within her out towards the source of danger... him. She crumpled to the floor as he flew away from her. The former minister coughed as she gulped down breath that she had for a long moment, been deprived of. Black spots that had started to spread over the edges of her vision quickly receded as life bringing oxygen flooded back into her system freely.

Had she not had years of experience with dangerous men who were vengeful and angry, she might have remained on the floor so that she could recover somewhat before running away, but Silfe knew better than most what happened when she hurt a man's pride or disrupted well laid plans. She waited no longer than a second or two to regain her breath and vision before she began to run away from the Sith. No doubt he was angry now. Before he had been smug. Before he had been in control. Before he had been able to make demands. Now as she glanced peripherally back, she could see him on the ground, slowly rising to his feet. Was he like her father in that he would find it personally insulting that such a weak woman had thwarted him even if only temporarily? She didn't wait to find out.

She dived around and under the massive desk as the Force wave was sent out from the Sith. It moved, but not as much as lighter furniture inevitably would.


[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Rick Kaloo"]

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: Palace - Roof.
Objective: Survive.
Gear: FO-X1 Shadowtrooper Armour, Charric Pistol, Stun Baton.
Engaging: [member="Alkor Centaris"]

Spoiler

| [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Effie Duanna"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Silfe Sosuri"] | [member="Ariealla Vareldi"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Tom Taff"] |​

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The baton was doing very little, much to Luther’s dismay. The armour was even thicker than Luther had guessed. The short bursts of electrical energy, usually capable of stunning or killing a human, was having no effect on slowing down humongous being. The armour must have cost a fortune. “Who the devil are you?” Luther muttered.

Luther was keeping mobile on the giant’s back, staying out of reach. He was working out the logistics of trading his baton for the blaster (without falling off) when the giant stopped. Luther looked up in time to see Kyrel fly away from an invisible explosion. He braced himself for the shockwave but was confused when nothing happened. Distracted, he didn’t see the Mandolorian moving, only felt the painful squeeze as the metallic hand grabbed his left calf. “Kark” Luther swore.

The Mandolorian threw him high. The world spinning and turning, Luther could barely comprehend what was occurring as he flew through the air. His momentum carried him upwards, towards a yet undamaged skylight. He smashed through it, soaring further to land on the roof of the building.

White light exploded into Luther’s vision as he collided with the stone roof. He screamed in pain as a thick shard of glass embedded itself deep into his chest-plate. He could feel its sharp tip cutting into his skin. He groaned, laying amid broken glass, and did a check for any broken bones. His limbs were intact, fortunately, though he would be black and blue tomorrow. That was assume he would live to see the next day.

He pulled himself up, eliciting a louder groan. His knees protested but somehow, he managed to stand. He looked down at the thick piece of glass sticking out of his chest. It was wedged in tightly and his attempts at tugging proved only that he was unable to remove it. The armour was attempting to cloak him but clearly the shard was interfering with the process. The result was that the armour flicked in and out of view, a few seconds visible and a few seconds invisible.

He walked over to the edge of the building, peering down at the fighting below. The Queen of Commenor had fled and her lackeys were following. Luther didn’t blame her. He could see the giant metal monstrosity following her. ‘Just as well as he’s gone’ Luther thought. ‘That thing might have crushed me’.

He heard a sound behind him. He doubted it was one his allies, come to admire the view. He turned on his external speaker. “If you’ve come to finish the job, you won’t find me such an easy target”.

He didn’t wait for the attack. Drawing his pistol, he began a strafing dodge. To any observers, he would be flickering in and out of view, leaving behind an afterimage as he ran.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Engaging: [member="Luther Ando"]

[member="Kaine Australis"] made the call and Alkor responded with action. He dropped his weight backward and threw his knees downward, sending a jolt of kinetic force ripping up his legs. It was enough to halt his momentum as he raised his assault rifle and aimed dead ahead to where he caught the Warmaster's signal.

The roof shuddered and gave as the force of a violent impact throttled it. Through the rubble, an armored being appeared. Flickering, as whatever stealth field shrouded it was partially compromised or something else had happened- Alkor couldn't be sure, but his HUD was reading an abnormal signature- he cycled to infrared and went from looking at an armored enemy to a red-yellow stain against a blue-violet backdrop.

The first shot was angled slightly ahead of his target's projected path, meant to catch him just as he moved into position. Center mass. Never gamble on a trick shot.

"Wrong place, wrong time, bur'cya," Alkor called across the gap between them in an icy mechanical voice. "Nothing personal."

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Allies: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], Commenor, Democracy.​

Enemies: The Sith Empire, Team Imperial.​

Objective: Reach the Palace Grounds.​

Location: Chasin City Polytech.​

Inventory: Lightsaber, Heavy Buckler, CS.38, Jedi Armor.​

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"Huh..." Caedyn paused to consider Asaraa's remark about trouble always seeming to find him, "Maybe I'm more like Mom after-all" he replied with a half chuckle; "Dad always told her it was impossible for her to stay safe for longer than a week..." Caedyn smiled at the prospect, thankful to believe that he was more of [member="Lady Kay"] than he was of his Father who had tried, but inevitably find himself forever having to make up for his past actions and how badly he had betrayed his family. Being King of Commenor didn't make you impervious to screwing up, after all.

All the same, the pair of them continued forward until the edge of the school grounds were in sight and options appeared to be on the menu once more, to choose stealth over the all out blaster's blazing approach. Frankly, it was a miracle they had come so far without running into any opposition, the Sith Empire must've really had it's hands full with the Rebels and Commenori Militia that were fighting for their freedom. "[member="Asha Hex"] used to tell me that any possibility to avoid conflict, is usually, if not always the right decision over hurting someone..." Cae replied, speaking of his Master, though it seemed she had gone off on another of her personal journeys. "Problem is, those we don't take down on the way there will sure as hell turn up when they realize the Queen of Commenor has escaped and is retaking her World from the Sith....-So we either fight now, or fight later...-I don't think there's much of a choice in the end".

As they both reached the street's edge and their view opened up into the main road running through Chasin City, the sound of soldiers running across what looked to be fallen debris would catch their attention on both sides, left and right. Both were patrols of the Sith Empire's military and occupying force over the Capital, very few carrying lightsabers as most felt as though they were typical people and not practiced/experienced Dark-siders, yet the Force's influence over them all could still be felt for their grave intent upon any they might catch trying to aid the City in it's freedom.

"Asaraa...." Caedyn muttered under his breath in response to the two patrols coming their way, his right hand moving to take her arm while his left crossed his mid-section to pull his lightsaber from it's magna-lock. Sparing her a glance, he didn't have the time to say much more though the look that he gave her would say more than words could. A mixture of worry for her sake, yet confidence for what needed to be done and the training that the both of them had endured throughout their lives.

The first shot screamed out through the air, soon followed by a volley of blaster-fire and frantic yelling.

[member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] | [member="Darben Skirae"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Ariealla Vareldi"] | [member="Silfe Sosuri"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Amari Deechi"] | [member="Marina DeVoe"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Robert Praxon"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Luther Ando"] | [member="Konstantin Makarev"] | [member="Dorin Arkx"] | [member="Effie Duanna"] | [member="Lauri Törni"] | [member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: Office of Lady Kay -> Palace Gardens
Nearby Enemies: [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"]​

Nearby Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"]​

The strength of the Force whipping around Xevek was halted from affecting him by a simply held-aloft hand - as if had the authority to impose his will upon the blast of pure Force and order it to simply not lay a touch upon him. Of course, the reality was much less majestic and much more simplistic in its possibility.

With him stood at the sidelines of the chaos that was being inflicted upon the Offices of Lady Kay, Xevek had been watching everyone who had decided to posture and rant about their positions of righteousness with a careful eye through the Force, observing the fluctuating possibilities that were made and destroyed with every beat of the crowd's hearts, their futures changing as each decided to interfere with the story of others. As such, Xevek had caught the writhing mass of potential that had gathered around the captured woman - Silfe, the distant part of his mind that had once been the Virak Ip before the rogue phylactery soul had died, at his request of all things, whispered to him- and as such, even while he had been captivated by the beautiful sight of twisting threads of the Force, he had been able to prepare.

Unlike many of the Sith that populated the rank of Knight within the Empire, though not all he had to admit, Xevek did not prefer large and noisy displays of Darkness, did not prefer to study the art of creating large swaths of storms in the hopes that he'd be able to conjure them forth in the future, despite how wastefully unfocussed said ability would be. No, he instead possessed a preference and even a proficiency with the more subtle arts of the Force and Darkness, preferring to hone his skill as if it were a dagger rather than a club. As such, Tutaminis was a skill that he had found more than particularly useful, especially once the idea that as an Assassin he might at times find himself in a situation where he was weaponless against a Jedi for the express purpose of getting close to his prey.

Carefully containing and measuring the waves of Force as he negated their attempts to rend him from his feet and cast him away from the desperate Silfe that had been their originator, Xevek began to slowly flex against and unravel the self-imposed chains that hung heavily over his connection to the Dark Side, using the absorbed energy to bolster the small reserves that he was allowing himself access to. The hidden potential that seemingly resided within the Minister was interesting and was worth exploring at a later date should he succeed in keeping Kay alive and indebted to him, but, for now, he simply filed the thought away in the recesses of his mind as he gleefully leached off of the uncontrolled energy.

It was this bolstering of his own strength that allowed Xevek to maintain his footing as the second wave of Force struck further chaos into being within the Offices, though this time it was an imposition of the metaphysical upon the physical that was much more controlled and aimed, erupting from the Ren instead of from an untrained neophyte. Within the Force, the sight of a wave of Darkness impacting against a solid wall of Darkness would erupt into being, flares of fiery hatred and ice cold rage meeting and glancing off of the other as the Iridonian managed to once more stand firm and withstand a spray of debris, though this time through a barrier that enclosed around him.

As the second assault upon his person, unintentional as both were at that, finally ended, Xevek's shoulders straightened as he rolled his shoulders back, the muscles of his body tensing in anticipation as he cast aside the image of a slumped over and weakened man for the visage of a warrior Zabrak - albeit one that was blind. Ignoring the form of his target, Lady Kay herself, being thrown towards the balcony only for her to willingly leap from it to the Palace Gardens - as well as that of the Ren as he willingly leapt after her to pursue her - Xevek began to impose his will upon the Force, pulling on the pain and fear that permeated the Force around Commenor as he twisted it to his intent.

The sight of the Light-Sided Blight upon the Force, as well as the Void area in the silhouette of a heavy set of armour, following after Kay did nothing to disrupt his focus as he turned his sightless eye to the Rutian Twi'lek at his side, his mind reach out to brush against her own. "Do nothing, my pet. You are to simply watch over this inconsequential rabble, observe and not interfere. If they die, they die. You are to simply watch unless you are struck at first. In which case, you may have your fun."

As Xevek had spoken to his Apprentice telepathically, the shadows that he stood within off to one side seemed to deepen into a physical miasma that soon solidified into a raven perched upon his shoulder. With its feathers pitch black and seemingly absorbing light instead of reflecting it, as embers and sparks seemed to erupt from its flesh to be smothered by its natural shroud, the creature seemed unnatural enough. However, it was its eyes that truly marked it as a blight upon life and signified its role as the Sith's Familiar. Crimson as if they were crystalised from blood itself, the eyes of the bird possessed an unusual depths of intelligence as it looked around the room and, within their depths, a spark of amber that matched the shading of Xevek's own eye danced.

Having finally gathered enough Force and enough focus, Xevek glared one final time at Umbra before his body seemingly collapsed in on itself, as if formed of smoke that had chosen to finally remember its natural state and had suddenly and violently opposed to remaining solid, disappearing from the Offices in a blink of an eye. Stepping forth from nothing not even a moment later, the Iridonian formed only a few meters away from where Kay had landed in the Palace Gardens. The esoteric ability of Fold Space had been one of the few abilities that had crowned his ascension to Lordship back when he had held the name Darth Lykos, even if he had still not perfected the ability to the point of being able to utilise it without repercussions lest he take the time to focus, time that would not be available in a fight.

Ignoring the shockwave that washed over his back as he borrowed the sight of his Familiar to look over Kay as well as the Jedi, a Mon-Calamari he now realised, and the Void,aMandolorian from the looks of their armour, Xevek stood calmly, his robes enshrouding him as if they were a river of shadows caressing his body and his cane gripped in one hand as sparks of the Force rippled along the length of the treated wood.

Unaggressive in his posture, even as he began to reach out with his mind to the Jedi with whispers of Fear and the sensation of being torn apart limb by limb within the maw of some great and shadowed predator through the rather aptly named Force Fear, Xevek's voice growled out into the still air as he addressed the armoured form of the Ren. "I do apologise for intruding, but, mayhaps you'd like some help with this little dance?"

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: The Outskirt's off Chasin City
Obective: Kick the Sith off Commenor
Nearby: [member="Caedyn Arenais"] | [member="Sigrid Forsberg"]

There was a sense of happy accomplishment that rolled of her companion as he started talking about his parents, about the relationship, the way they used to tease one another. It must have been a good memory of a better time for Caedyn to judge on the way his aura in the force changed. She'd met both his parents, the typical King and Queen really but...maybe in private they were different people, a public and a private face that only family got to see. It would match up with how she'd observed people acting in the world, appearances were important, especially for a leader. It was nice though, seeing him reminisce about his family, the girl had very few regrets growing up, the Jedi had been very good to her, but that was one of them, the biggest of them to be honest. She couldn't really remember her family before the Jedi but she'd hope they'd be like that, comfortable and loving with one another. Unbidden a memory flashed up, from a part of her brain she'd thought was packed away, sealed behind the strongest mental barriers she could construct. The memory of a small pink haired girl cowering under her bed as the harsh sounds of an argument, a fight echoed up around the lonely room, the memory of the look of anger on her uncles face as he berated her for sneaking out of the house to play with some children who lived nearby. 'You have far more important things to do than the play childish games. We're better than them, you're better than them and don't you forget it.' For a moment the girl's step faltered, shock dancing across her face before she managed to get herself under control. For a moment she was glad of the emptiness of the school, the speed at when they were bounding forward disguising the shaking of her limbs as she sucked in a deep breath. Just when she thought that she'd gotten it under control another memory would appear, a word she didn't know in her vocabulary, a question she'd have never thought to ask. It took her a few to be able to calm herself, to push away the shock of the intrusion, the shaking subsiding from her limbs as her hand tightened around her sword. She didn't have the time to worry about it, to be distracted, not with the Sith all around them.

The mention of Caedyn's master, the thoughts of her own actually helped with that, letting her ground herself back in the current moment. "It sounds like there's a world of difference between your master and mine. Josh is...rather more lax in that department. I guess that's what comes from being the blademaster, the ex-blademaster of the order. Sometimes conflict is inevitable, this galaxy is a darker place than I'd like. I'd love if you could go through life without ever having to hurt people, having the option to find another way but I'm afraid...I'm afraid it won't let you so when you have to fight then it's important to do it your way, not to be dragged down. To approach it with honour and respect. Even if your opponents fail in that respect if you're true to who you are then you can sleep at night." It sounded easy, but approaching every situation with that sense of security in who you are. That was something that many people never even came close to accomplishing, but if she was lucky she could find that inner peace that so many sought out. "Between fighting now and fighting later...if we fight now then at least we don't need to worry about them sneaking up on us right?"

Although sneaking up wouldn't be too much of a problem really...not with the sith troops bracketing them on either side as they exited the school. It was the very definition of a bad situation, a crossfire that even a Jedi couldn't handle. It just took one missed shot to kill you normally, but this time, one missed shot would mark the end of the partner protecting your back, and that was a much heavier burden to carry. And yet, Asaraa was smiling, one finger held up to the side of her head as she glanced up at the sky before shifting to stand behind Caedyn, her back pressed against his as she brought her weapons up to a defensive position. "Cae...whatever happens," the rest of her words were lost as the sith troops opened fire, their blaster bolts sizzling through the air around them. the pink-haired padawan closed her eyes trusting in the force to guild her actions as her sword and shield snapped out, plucking bolts out of the air mere heartbeats before they were ready to penetrate her guard and slip past her. For herself, she could trust in the defensive quality of the fate's Dance to shrug off a couple of hits, but the last thing she wanted, dared to let happen was to let a shot get by her that would hit Caedyn.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Palace Gardens
Objective: Eliminate or Capture [member="Lady Kay"]
Allies: [member="Xevek Rakama"] [member="Luther Ando"]
Enemies: [member="Silfe Sosuri"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Rick Kaloo"]
Equipment: Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Kyrel's Harbinger Saberstaff, Raiment of the Vigilant

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Kyrel was fueled by pure rage ignored those around him. The Mandalorian was no threat to him, even if he was. He was only concerned with the Queen. It was his mission to make sure she was captured. To end this pitiful rebellion, or if not that then to eliminate her. Make an example to all those who would dare defy Imperial Rule. Kyrel followed Kay to the balcony in a brisk sprint to the way down whicfh his eyes were locked on her, as he leaped from the balcony, landing only to make slight cracks in the ground.

Overcome by Force Rage, he raised his blade to Lady Kay once more. "This Rebellion ends today along with the likes of you. You will be shown as an example to all those who would attempt defiance." He said as he activated the second blade of the Harbinger. The second blade of the staff ignited with a hiss. The rage now pouring into him twice as he had with one blade activated. Producing an effect to the likes of that of Force Rage. Looking to horizon he could see one of the crafts that he assumed belonged to the Rebellion crash violently to the ground. A small hint of a smile adorned his lips underneath the mask he wore.

Approaching the Queen slowly, twirling the blade in his hand, as it to toy with her, to taunt her of what would await her. He was stopped by the Sith which he had sensed earlier. Seeing the Mon Calamari Jedi as well. He looked back at the mysterious figure, and spoke his anger not disguised in his tone. "No I do not Sith... But the Queen is my target. With her capture or death will end this rebellion. If only to prove an example. If you wish to aid me then do so."

That's when he attempted his first attack on the Queen, leaping forward, the saberstaff in a spin before landing one of the blades on her head, and if it was countered he brought the second blade to go for her chest. Wanting to destroy her more than anything, finally, he was in a fight worthy of his time. Fueled by rage and pain.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Location: Royal palace, Commenor
Objective: Secure the place listed above, god save the queen
Allies: AiE/SJO/Commenor ([member="Amari Deechi"], [member="Kaine Australis"] (please don't take my legs again), [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Tom Taff"], [member="Silfe Sosuri"] etc.)
Enemies: FO/TSE ([member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Primat Ren"], etc.)
Engaging: [member="Xevek Rakama"]

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Surely enough, the Sith followed Rick and the Queen down into the garden, hunters in pursuit of their prey.​

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But the masked Ren was not alone. Another Sith emerged out of a plume of shadow, seemingly teleported into the scene. At the same time, a wall of armor and steel landed next to him, who Rick briefly identified as the leader of the Mandalorians protecting the Queen of Commenor. Now, the odds were two against two. Or rather, three against two, considering that the Queen had some tricks up her sleeves.

The newcomer of the Sith acted quickly, and Rick felt his mind begin to change without the Sith even moving a finger. Hallucinations of unimaginable terror flowed through Rick, clearly the result of some sort of Sith mind tampering, like a reverse Jedi mind trick. It was all Rick could to to prevent himself from crying out, from screaming, or giving in to anger and charging. However, he held on to a small fragment of hope, of optimism and freedom that ruled his life. As long as Rick did so, the Sith's malice would never get to him.

Rick knew the Jedi were meant to be defenders of peace, but sometimes offense was the best defense.

He ignited his lightsaber, designed with the lightest materials possible to guarantee elegant use. A blade of aqua blue shone through the gardens, illuminating the flowers that had yet to be trampled with its bright glare. Rick pointed his blade at the Sith, letting out a final call.

"Hatred will not prevail today."

Then, he rose his lightsaber up to perform an uppercut. However, instead of closing the distance and swinging the blade down, Rick created a feint. He held the hilt in the air with his right hand, but with his freed left hand, used telekinesis to grab bits of jagged debris from the ground, until a dozen wicked metallic shards hovered in the air. It was a simple act learned early in Rick's Jedi training, but sometimes basic acts worked the best. After all, he hadn't been molded into a Jedi Knight in two months without serious devotion. Denying the Sith crucial time to react, he took his raised left hand and made a motion as if he was pushing on the air. All twelve shards shot forward directly at the man's exposed chest, soaring at a terrifying speed.

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[Darlyn Excron]

Allies near FO embassy: , Commenor's allies, [member="Amari Deechi"], [member="Cenn Kothari"], [member="Dysnomia"], [member=[/FONT]"Alexandra Feanor"], [member="Drox Fuga"]
Nearby Allies: [member="Caedyn Arenais"], [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

Enemies: Those who support the Sith Empire, [member="Konstantin Makarev"] probably, possibly [member="Kyli DT-6767"] too. Though there's no intent to fight either of those last two. [member="Micah"] isn't actually an enemy but that's just an age thign as far as im concerned so... But I'm leaving them all behind cause... reasons.
Commoner: The gate to the FO embassy. Then on to gods knows where, somewhere in the outskirts.

Right then, Darlyn was not a happy camper. No sooner than the return of the megaphone, and his rather well done speech he had to say, Republic troops just had to show up and rudely interact with the populace. Did they want a riot? This was how you got riots. And darksiders wearing beskar plates to become enraged. Which, if you really paid attention to the Force, would become painfully obvious as the anger caused his dark aura to flare. How. Dare. They. He could barely contain himself, as he marched up towards, of all of them, the very soldier who had spoken so dismissively at the civilians, and further been quite physical mere moments ago.

He reached out with the Force, to pull the man violently towards him, where he'd grip him by the throat, though careful not to crush it. "Never. Touch. My. Citizens. Or the next time it'll be a blaster bolt you'll be choking on. And I promise it will hurt." He'd let go, before storming off and away. He couldn't be near them. Or, in all likelihood, he'd shoot them. Which probably wouldn't do good. Instead he'd relieve himself by slaughtering some unfortunate Sith. That would, probably be good. The crowd, most of whom recognized who Darlyn was, began dispersing quickly, if only out of a mixture of fear and respect. Fear of the Minister's anger, they knew he could easily kill any one of them if he chose. Respect of his station, and the good he did them. Most would now realize they should heed his advice, and leave. Those who didn't were too young to know better, or ignorant of him. Least, as far as Darlyn knew...

It didn't take long for him to find one of the police stations, and with some luck his credentials still worked. He supposed without a replacement put forth, they forgot to remove him from the system. That was fortunate for him, that meant he could swipe one of the speeder's keys, and make his way towards whatever unfortunate soul happened across his way. This swirling mass of angry, violent darkness, would quickly begin making its path along the outskirts of the city, and towards the Polytech institute. He'd managed to find music to listen to, which he played very loudly as he focused on his objective. Relieve himself.

He didn't know why there was gunfire, or multiple squads of sith troopers, and he wouldn't know for a while. All he could really see right now was opportunity.... And so he gunned it. There were no lights, seeing as he was too distracted to put them on, but he really didn't need them to be noticed. By who? Why, the back line of one squad, as a police cruiser barreled right into their rear, blasting that same music from earlier even still. But that cruiser had now, no driver. Instead, Darlyn had leaped through the driver's door, his yellow saber hissing and screaming to life as he used the Force to draw one soldier right into the igniting blade.

There was perhaps a beat, when Darlyn felt the surge of satisfaction, the relief that came from letting his anger free. That was what he really needed, the moment at the end of another. His darkness would recede slowly now, and for the remainder of the fight. Where one would expect it to worsen, this moment was levity. And as quickly as it started, the moment passed, and Darlyn moved to continue. He was vaguely aware of the.. what were they, children? Sabers, Jedi. Jedi for sure. "Do you expect me to do the work for you Jedi? I would take the opportunity were I you."

This voice would be audible to them, from the radio communications inside of the speeder (which happened to slow and stop within earshot). As it certainly wouldn't overpower blaster bolts, even if he was beginning the process of slaughter. Drawing out of the pulled and impaled into a hefty swing, a bolt of lightning behind to catch another off guard, motions taken together to hold at bay multiple opponents. And faith that the armor he wore, even without a helmet, would protect him. He planned to put on a show.

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Firearms

"The Death Special"

Punisher Pistol

FAF Hussar Flechette Pistol

HC Mallet Charric Hand Cannon

AP Dragoon Heatbeam Pistol

S-3 Mangler Sonic Pistol

CMP Doctor Holdout Disruptor Pistol

Drifter Class Shotgun

Lightsabers

The Lightsaber of Exar Kun (Canon)

Darlyn's 'Hunter' Lightsaber

Armor

Mandalore The Ultimate's Armor

 

[Magnus Vizsla]

COMMENOR​

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SKREETS​

Legacy Armour Aesthetic / Sidearm / Melee​

Engaging: [member="Jaccer Ramirez"]​

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Magnus hadn't seen how the Republic soldier had avoided the explosion that caused by the building to collapse in on itself by going through the building itself, but the mystery itself wouldn't linger for too long in his mind. Smoke rushed upwards into the air again, the falling roof pushing dust and dirt in every direction and blanketing their area with needless debris. Rocks spun through the air, an arm raised, missile projectile rising from his forearm again as the thruster pack was triggered again, throwing him up into the air to move above the environmental obstacle that he himself had fabricated.

Nothing.

The rotating figure of the stygian coloured Beskar'gam spun in the air before he caught sight of a figure on a building as his thruster pack began to lower him. The armour was heavy, so the call of gravity was quick as he fell back to the earth. But his arm was already raised, ready to fire on a moment's notice.

He began to fall.

Dodge this.

The rocket lurched outwards, downwards angle as it powered on its way to the very ground that the man stood upon.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Gardens, outside of the Royal Palace
Allies: [member="Effie Duanna"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Tom Taff"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Amari Deechi"] [member="Caedyn Arenais"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Silfe Sosuri"]
Enemies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Konstantin Makarev"] [member="Kyli DT-6767"] [member="Primat Ren"] [member="Luther Ando"]


A Ren? A Knight of Ren was here?

Years ago, back when Kay had first hired [member="Darlyn Excron"] for an investigation mission on Bespin, they had encountered a Knight of Ren upon their arrest. But neither she nor Darlyn was interrogated. It was their Captain Terrac that was put through suffering. That alone had caused the man to head back into retirement.

Rick had wanted her to run away, but where would she go? All of the rescuers that she knew were here on the Palace grounds, along with the enemy. Kay wasn't a part of the co-ordinated effort to free Commenor. The tight security around her was enough to keep her cut off. Even all of her messages were checked through by Sith Intelligence before she could even see them herself. That is if they were given clearance.

Just as she was about to respond to him, Kyrel dropped down in front of her. The anger rippled out of him, causing her to grip the hilt of her lightsaber a little tighter, almost in a bid to reassure herself that it was there. "We are an example of those that want their sovereignty back! When put in our shoes, you would do the same..."

[member="Xevek Rakama"] appeared just then. Having to fight off a Ren was one thing, but a Sith as well? At least she had Rick there with her. And Kaine as well, however he was quite occupied. And she was more than thankful for the weaponry that she had, including her wedding rings that would at least spare her mind.

Her eyes fell to Kyrel again. Capture or death? What would the First Order do? Incarcerate her, put her on a sham trial and then publically execute her? That would do nothing but further fuel resistance, if the Occupation was anything to go by.

As Kyrel went for the attack, she ignited her blade just in time to meet his before it could make contact. Her blade was a light crimson in colour, bordering on pink. With a rotation of her wrist, she brought her blade down to block his secondary blade, while at the same time she brought her free hand up, her elbow tucked at her side, moving her fingers and thumb so that they formed the shape of a gun and 'pulling' the invisible trigger. The sensors of the bracer blaster picked up on the movement and a volley of blaster bolts towards Kyrel's stomach as though she was firing an invisible blaster. Her goal was to put at least some distance between them.

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Subs for bracer blaster and vest that gives it more ammo, plus her light armour are linked in my posts at the start of this thread.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Allies: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Darlyn Excron"], Commenor, Democracy.​

Enemies: The Sith Empire, Team Imperial.​

Objective: Provide support to [member="Lady Kay"].​

Location: Chasin City, Near the Palace Grounds.​

Inventory: Lightsaber, Heavy Buckler, CS.38, Jedi Armor.​

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The ignition of his Lightsaber screamed with heat as the blade spewed fourth from the hilt, the Cyan beam producing a wider arc thanks to the Kunda Stone in place just above the focusing crystal. The broadsword of lightsabers accompanied with the use of his Heavy Buckler providing both a decent defense as it did stand a formidable risk to those that would dare to come within striking range of the young Jedi Prince.

Together, back to back, this was the first time that he and [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] had truly been engulfed within combat before. The Siege of Commenor had nearly cost them their lives, yet any opposition had been removed with a swift and deliberate exit as the world was clearly lost before their fight could truly begin. This time however, it was their turn to lay siege to the Sith who had taken everything from his family.

Both weapons blazed and left an arc of light behind their path as the two moved to intercept every would-be fatal shot before it could connect and strike them down; the power of the Force flowed through both he and Asaraa and directed their instincts, their feelings and control over their mental and physical selves, their movements as if they had been choreographed, forever in sync of one another as they singled out each blaster volley and slung it back at the Sith Soldiers, using their own blaster rifles against them.

Time had almost slowed everything down around him, that or he was seeing and acting on things before they had happened. Caedyn wasn't thinking so much as he was reacting to what his mind was telling him, specifically, his instincts and his focus empowered by the Force. He could read the look of determination on their opposition, see their movements through their body language and strangely felt at peace despite the chaos surrounding he and Asaraa. Whether this was due to his training or the effect of her presence, he did not know, such things could be theorized when all was quiet once more.

'Grenade' the word came to mind as he saw one of the Sith pull something from his hip. Caedyn's heavy buckler protected his left side, the defense armament attached to his forarm bracer leaving his left hand completely free and able to use the Force if and when required. Deflecting one light shot back at the patrolman trying to flank their right, Caedyn reached out with the Force and this time took hold of the grenade via telekinesis, while the explosive was still in the hand of the soldier. The man's desperate cry rang out as he realized what was happening, soon silenced by the explosion that tore through the rest of his peers and sent bodies thrown to either side of the street, leaving Cae the chance to turn and help Asaraa push back their attackers on her side of the fight.

"Do you expect me to do the work for you Jedi? ​

I would take the opportunity were I you".​

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Someone else had shown up, and had it not been for their familiar aura within the Force, Caedyn might have been thrown off by the sudden shouting being directed at them. Instead, Caedyn sought to protect Asaraa were the new appearance to take her off guard and leave her open at all to the blasterfire still coming at them, waiting until he could be sure she wasn't put out at all before yelling back at [member="Darlyn Excron"] with his typical smart ass attitude that the two often bickered with back and fourth.

"What took you so long, old man! Waiting for us to win the War for you, Uncle?!"

[member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] | [member="Darben Skirae"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Ariealla Vareldi"] | [member="Silfe Sosuri"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Amari Deechi"] | [member="Marina DeVoe"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Robert Praxon"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Luther Ando"] | [member="Konstantin Makarev"] | [member="Dorin Arkx"] | [member="Effie Duanna"] | [member="Lauri Törni"] | [member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Luther Lewis]

Location: Palace - Roof.
Objective: Survive.
Gear: FO-X1 Shadowtrooper Armour, Charric Pistol.
Other: Jane Locke's Lightsaber.
Engaging: [member="Alkor Centaris"]

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| [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Effie Duanna"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Silfe Sosuri"] | [member="Ariealla Vareldi"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | [member="Tom Taff"] |​

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He counted too much on the remains of his cloaking field, it seemed. His opponent had good aim, and Luther screamed out as a projectile tore through his side. The raw power of the shot knocked him back, and he went tumbling over onto the stone roof. The cloaking field dissipated entirely, leaving him completely visible.

Gritting his teeth, he leaned up to observe his attacker. It was a Mandolorian, unsurprisingly, with a jetpack attached to his back. The man carried a lethal looking gun, heavy and powerful, and it was pointed straight at him.

Luther raised his pistol, aiming for the man’s chest. He pulled the trigger rapidly, sending forth a stream of fire towards his foe. The weapon was charric, which meant it acted much like a maser-based weapon. The bolts fired would arrive with high velocity, with a good chance of penetration.

He didn’t bother to wait and see if the shots connected. Instead he rolled to his right, biting his tongue as he rolled over the glass shard and the new wound. He scrambled up to hide behind cover, one of those ridiculous dome structures that every palace sported.

He was a mess. The Mandolorian’s shot had penetrated deep into his armour, despite its protective quality. The armour had saved his life, however. The warping of the plates had caused the shot to only skim his chest. It still hurt like nothing else, though. The shard had been pushed deeper from his roll, and he swore he could feel the glass grating against his sternum.

“Mandolorian, huh?” he shouted, his mouth full of blood. “Neither of us truly has a stake on this world. If you were honourable you’d duel me like a man!” Luther wasn’t really in any state for fisticuffs, but he figured the man might be distracted by the inane chatter.

In the meantime, he flexed his legs, ready to spring away from the cover. The man had a jetpack and could easily flank his position. Luther wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of an easy kill.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Alkor's HUD flickered back to normal view as the shot cracked into armor, and he did not wait for the man to right himself. He pushed off his rear leg and brought himself back to a standing position, quickly backpedaling into a more mobile stance. He saw the pistol in the man's hand and he ran a quick search, but the results came back limited. What was with the Galaxy and all of these unregistered firearms?

His scans registered a pull of the trigger, but he could not see the ammunition. He watched the arc for just enough time to realize his mistake. The impact slammed him in the chest, knocking into wrought Beskar and sending a shudder through his body. Pain wracked him as he was sent sliding back across the rooftop, rewarded with information at a painful price.

Alkor never made the same mistake twice. Because his HUD did not register them, his shield did not activate on its own- but he could see the firing arc, and he had the ability to give commands on his own. With a rapid stream of blinks, he activated his C-Type Shield and warded himself against the rest of the barrage, slowly stepping forward.

"...?"

The man called out, and Alkor's gun lowered. Of all the things he could have said, why did the poor bastard choose that? He sighed softly as he dismissed the shield, allowing it to return to his arm to charge. Alkor cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders.

Mandalorians didn't care what aruteiise thought about honor.

But the kid didn't know that. Unfortunate. "So that's how it is?" he asked as he reached under his cloak and peeled a grenade from his bandolier. "Alright," he called out as he primed it. "You want a fight, I've got your fight."

He tossed it forward, and green gloop sloshed outward at high speed.

Alkor slung the weapon over his shoulder as he dipped low, prying the beskad from his hip. His body rattled, stinging from the impact that jarred bone and bruised muscle beneath his armor. As the Napalm splashed across the fray, he rocketed skyward.

Then came the ignition.

[member="Luther Ando"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location Near the Palace
Objective Protection
Enemies: [member="Tathra Khaeus"]
Allies: [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

Prepared for a fight, but giving the opponent the chance to move and disengage, Coren was waiting. Sometimes the only language people understood was violence, and while he was going to do his best to disarm his foe and turn them back. His Jedi team was moving and the Alliance ships overhead were launching fighters to help rally the Commenori. Defending the world was on everyone’s mind, but for the Alliance and some Jedi? It was to turn back the Sith and dark side.

This beast in front of the Master was not necessarily a Sith but it definitely was dark. Something twisted and evil. He wasn’t going to want to fight with it long, but looking at it, he wasn’t completely sure. Gripping his lightsaber, and a step back, he was prepared to defend himself from a coming swing. The Force close to him, like a well worn cloak. The beast was changing direction and the lightsaber was moved to keep between him and the enemy.

As he sidestepped, Coren backpedaled half a step, the beast swung. Ultramarine lightsaber shifting its direction, Coren moved to meet the mace head on as he moved, almost like water, to take the mace with him. The attempt was to block the shot and, if possible, pull his opponent in the direction of the swing, while moving behind him. He didn’t have enough time to focus to fold the space around him, but he was moving to get behind the monster.

Agility was definitely something Starchaser had in spades, and if he got around the enemy, he was moving to slash his back.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Location: Capital City, headed toward Palace
​Units: Crusader Drones [Also referred to as the Horde] | Section Commanders | Twelve Brutes
​Objective: Advertise
​Enemies: Everyone | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Lady Kay"] |
​Closest Proximity: [member="Coren Starchaser"]

​Strength nor speed could hurry his opponent closer to the grave more than his own indulgence of ignorance. The Jedi stepped back, and in that motion Tathra simply stepped forward once; a stride worth possibly three of his opponents. In an effortlessly motion, Tathra's right hand slid down to the mid-length of the Mace; its massive length even greater than his opponent.

​He yanked the Mace's upper length back effortlessly as the bottom half swung forward in a swiping motion, toward the Jedi's head. Almost ignoring the physical efforts of his opponent as he attempted to crack his unprotected skull.