Invasion Technologic | SO Invasion of GA Held Woostri - Objective One

[Kuhbee]

His words fell into the air but were not answered. Instead the Sith beast kept charging, now directly for him. Kuhbee braced himself and ignited the lightsaber he had been given for this assignment. He still had not built his own but he hoped his master would have time for him to do that soon. Of course it was likely Kuhbee could be killed in the invasion today. The young padawan did not want to think about that but he couldn't help it. Fear was pressing in on all of his senses.

He took a defensive position and twirled the saber, ready for the beast that was almost upon him.

Zanami

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

The blood continued to flow down his nostril, as he gazed to the side of his form, no matter how long he stared, no matter if he looked to the other side, it was unmistakable that which was brought to reality by the evidence of his eyes.

Wings.

Wings born out of lightning that strummed out from his back, as easily as the spectrous light struck forth from the heavens flapped, in the very same manner in which an avian took flight. He could not help but remember the wings of darkness that had sprouted forth from Alisteri, that which he had faced from the Kaggath so long ago. Yet, those had been born of the Force, this...

...This he could still hardly tell if it was real or not.

It mattered little in the end, for all that the foes in front of him had been annihilated by the display of flame and smoke, as it seemed the way of the galaxy, there held still exception, there still held obstacles towards the path he was required to take. An altogether familiar exception, an altogether familiar obstacle.

Despite his youth, his was a speed that was not to be underestimated, a speed that wished to threaten his own, a speed that had almost refused Malum the chance to learn who his next opponent would be.

Almost.

The Noble brat was older than the boy who had struggled so fiercely to save his friends on Myrkr, the scion of the Nobles seemed to have inherited the traits of his parents, in being exactly where it was the most inconvenient for the Sith. That there were three on the base now... almost had him wish to call the retreat, and call for the base to be destroyed.

Even if it would lose them Woostri, he doubted anyone would consider it a defeat.

Alas, honour compelled him to fight in the way that tradition demanded, so even as the droids that advanced in front of him fell in the charge of the prodigiously tall Noble, it was Malum that raised his Sith Sword in challenge, a defensive challenge, reading for the counterattack, as darkness seemed to bleed from the black blade, lightning and flame exuding out from crossguard to tip, lightsabre strumming with the need for further blood.

Yet, as the old adage was ever confirmed, he could not help but add an addendum, no plan may survive contact with the enemy, but it seemed equally as certain, that no plan survived contact with your allies. Malum's eyes widened beneath the mask, as the molten blade of his elder sister's tussled forward, catching the advance of the Noble, as she stood in front of him. His shield, as he stilled.

Before he could say a word, before he could execute his counterattack, the blade work of warriors played out in front of him, though of course, this was already proving far from a traditional duel, to survive the flame and lava, the Noble proved to have a certain affinity towards the heat clearly, using the blade that seemed to zip around them, keeping droids at bay, as he used his own hands to battle.

As while his sister... a blade that seemed to echo the volcano's current was hardly typical.

That a noble lady as her fought so viciously, entirely atypical.

Every bone in his body challenged him to push forward, to join his sister in this onslaught, the Noble had stood against him before, and though Elise held him at bay for now... could that last forever? He was certain it could, she was... a demon on the battlefield, in much regard, their spars had made him into the duelist that he was, if any of his family could best a Noble it would be her...

...Yet, still what if he was wrong? What if it was as simple as luck that turned against them? What if the Force itself, those impossible powers of Fate and Destiny turned against the House of Marr this day of all days?

The Noble cared little for protecting himself, seeming to shrug off every strike with the lethargy of a corpse, as juxtapositionally he remained eagle-eyed on him, his target evident. All the while, his sister had shrugged off the casualness of which she had made hers, a seriousness that which gazed upon any setback as a problem to be solved.

They each had their duty...

...To stay here was a delay he could not afford, not as the Alliance fleet was still in orbit, not as the Alliance still held defensive positions on the planet itself...

"Do not underestimate him, sister, he is more skilled than his age would suggest," He allowed a breath to pass his nostrils, as he turned his gaze towards that woman, who had clicked into place, brought him his new limbs, that which encased him in a glow that was... far from likely for a Sith to willingly wear...

...But as he fully processed the realisation of blasterbolts turning away from him as seconds passed, he realised there was little of which could come from looking a gift horse in the mouth.

"My lady... our path lay open." He indicated to the doorway, as he pulled the Force around him, already expecting that the emerald-eyed giant was in no mood to let him pass, the Force bustling about his form, as if picking out its invisible currents from the air, it coiled around his form, commanded by his authority, demanding his will, as one moment he stood behind his sister, the next his feet had him running towards where the plans indicated where one of the gunnery room was.

A final passing message delivered silently, "I love you, promise me you will be safe."

The Noble's attention was on him, so he imagined that Lunara would find herself to him soon enough, that the wings of her creation still flapped their pondering motion, faded from his mind, a realisation quickly taking the fore of his mind, as the emptiness of the locale sunk in. His droids would be on their way to the hanger, flanking those of the Alliance holding off the forces that had served able distractions, but...

...There were no Alliance forces on his path, it was not as if it was bare, no... certainly there had been soldiers of the opposite colour here once, ad not only those that had marched this way only to be incinerated, yet, instead...

...Well it was odd, that blasters had simply been dropped here, and the evidence that it had been a recent exit, as if they had been... fleeing?

He gazed distrustingly at the wings, at the light of his armour... something was afoot, he could feel the power brewing outside of his form, but there was little to be distracted, as swift legs brought him to his destination, the control panel hacked into, as he awaited... something, this was proving too easy. Something had to be coming...

...Yet as time passed, the door clicked open.

The gunnery room was bare, awaiting usurpation.

He brought his wrist to his lips, as the sin of pride filled his heart, "Dark Councillor Marr speaking from the primary controller centre of the Woostrian Defence Network, the orbital guns and defensive batteries have fallen under our control, requesting coordinates to fire." It was short, and sweet, exactly what it needed to be, a message of foreboding that would land in the ear of each and every Sith fighting, whether they be in the base itself, on land above, or the space above that.

But it could never be so easy, could it?

The light was an insidious thing, from where he could not place it, but his hairs stood at attention on the back of his neck, as he felt a singular point of pressure on his chest. Bringing his hand down from his lips, he remembered dual presences of familiarity, a presence which he had felt upon Eiattu...

...And a presence he had felt upon Jedha.

His breathing grew caustic, as red eyes struggled against the urge to shake, no, no...

...Memories resurfaced, memories that were not his, incomplete memories of another life, a potential life that was as much as a lie as the Jedi Code. He hissed, as he felt the Light peer through the viewports that had otherwise shown nothing but the firefight outside, and the glooming depths of the ocean.

Now...

...There existed a monster within those depths, a monster carrying chains, chains that were wrapping themselves around his neck, suffocating him, as it demanded his obedience, demanded his will. He brought his hands to his neck, fingers desperately looking, searching for the needle in the haystack in increasing rancour, before hands gripped with all fervour around the amulet which was most dear.

The ashes burned against his hand, with the temerity to sizzle flesh, but he held it for dear life, even as the memories shuttered through his mind. Jutrand, familiar, the Jedi Academy... familiar... not destroyed. He gazed into friendly eyes, beautiful eyes, older eyes, orange eyes that seemed somehow able to fit the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order... his... master...?

He gazed at himself in the mirror.

Long raven locks framed a noble face, an aquiline nose, an easy smile, and...

...And...

Blue eyes...

Desperation sent off the last message from his mind, as his knees cracked themselves upon the floor, using a bond which he so hated, that as much as this chained him, but for which, his salvation may exist.

"Please... Please... do not let me lose myself."

Allies: Lunara Azure Elise of House Marr Zanami Trayze Tesar Sophia of House Marr Horus Rhyne Domina Prime Lirka Ka Darth Meritum Allyson Locke Gerwald Lechner Serina Calis Garza QK-2510 Quinn Varanin
Enemies: Aris Noble Valery Noble Kahlil Noble Caelan Valoren Braze Kai'el Kuhbee Aadihr Lidos Jenn Kryze Barr Vexos Sol Stazi Gress D'ran

Spoiler: Coordinates For Fire Requested

Objective 2: Darth Empyrean Darth Carnifex Quintessa Zambrano Madelyn Lowe Aspect of Resolve
Objective 3: Zachariah Conway Commodore Helix Srina Talon Darth Strosius Tamsin Graves Madrona A’Mia Jhyrack Quinn Varanin Eira Dyn Kaila Irons Darth Nefaron Lysander von Ascania Festerruman Sachiel Veradun Sharr Kasir Dorran Vector Monk Taeli Raaf Amara Zambrano

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Outfit: Clothes, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike

With the disorienting blur of a nearby blast, Aadihr lost 'Sight' of the force dead thing, searching the dark corners of the force for a black silhouette.

He shuddered, and suddenly felt exposed.
The battle had move inside the complex, and he was out here chasing shadows. He made a run for it, grabbing his Slugthrower from the ground and spoke into the communicator:

Strike Team Windu and Kenobi, Knight Lidos retreating into the complex to provide backup.

His footsteps and labored breathing were all that accompanied him as he ran into the nearest entrance, scanning through the force for the nearest friendly aura in danger, or hostile aura that he could catch up to.

Spoiler: Summary

Lost sight of Domina Prime , moving into the complex to assist the objective.

Domina Prime is still welcome to ambush and attack at any point if they have time.

Valery Noble | Aris Noble | Kuhbee | Domina Prime | OPEN to PvP (otherwise I'll attack the most on objective important SO player next post)​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil's eyes narrowed as the hammer flew. He couldn't change it's direction, couldn't block it. And he certainly couldn't phase like his wife. So he did the next logical thing; twisted to the side to let it pass by him. Given it's nature, the protective runes he scrawled over his body wouldn't do much to halt the damage it could do to him. Better to avoid being touched by it. His own saber snapped up shortly after to deflect the following blow away from his body, sparking through the floor as he pivoted.

Then he was gone. A blink, and it suddenly wasn't him there. Instead it was Valery.

He was where Valery had been. Right behind Allyson. He'd never be able to find her like Valery could, but this was as good a time as ever. Deflection turned instead to a strike. There was a sadness in his gaze, but it didn't slow or stop him in the slightest.

Allyson Locke | Valery Noble | Gerwald Lechner

 

[Domina Prime]

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"Tell Me It Was All Worth It, O Champion Mine~"

ALLIES
Darth Malum of House Marr | Horus Rhyne | Sophia of House Marr | Trayze Tesar | Lunara Azure | Gerwald Lechner | Darth Meritum | Allyson Locke | Lirka Ka | Serina Calis


ENEMIES
Aadihr Lidos / Kuhbee / Valery Noble / Kahlil Noble / Caelan Valoren



CROWN OF THE INHERITOR
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The war drums of battle pounded on, a cacophony of death, fire, and steel. The air reeked of burnt ozone, the metallic tang of blood, and the acrid smoke of ruined machinery. And in the midst of it all, Domina Prime stood, bored out of her senses as she wreathed in the carnage of her own making.

The first wave had been reduced to shreds, bodies littering the ground in ruined heaps—some whole, others left in pieces where her axe had torn through them. Yet, in her mercy—if one could call it that—some still breathed, clutching at their wounds, gasping through bloodied lips. They had been spared. Or rather, they had been allowed to live to tell the tale of Prime. Uneventful as this battle was under the deep blue sea.

The last of them, a trembling Alliance trooper, twitched in her grasp, his feet barely scraping against the ground as she lifted him by his throat. His hands scrambled, grasping desperately at the impenetrable azure claws crushing his windpipe. His combat knife flashed—desperation in its purest form—but it may as well have been a child's toy against her beskar-plated form.

Clang.

The dull ring of steel-on-steel. Again. And again.

Useless.

His movements grew sluggish, the knife slipped from his fingers, and his vision blurred. His mind was screaming at him to fight, to resist, to survive—but it was already too late.

Domina loosened her grip just enough, and with a flick of her wrist, discarded him like a broken thing. The soldier crashed onto his hands and knees, coughing violently, his body convulsing as he gasped for breath.

She did not kill him.

He had submitted when he tossed his blade. He was unworthy of her gods embrace~

Her tail swept across the battlefield floor, sending discarded weapons clattering away into the blood-soaked dirt. Her massive foot planted itself onto his back, shoving him into the earth as he groaned beneath the sheer weight of her form.

Domina exhaled sharply, her breath steady, her focus sharpened. The battle still raged—beyond the ruins, beyond the chaos, beyond her—but for this moment, she was still.

Then—

"You'll go no further!"

Blaster fire ripped through the air, a warning, a challenge.

Domina's five eyes shifted, her head tilting ever so slightly as she regarded the speaker. A Jedi. Young. Blindfolded, but not helpless. His stance was rigid with purpose, the radiant plasma of his saber igniting in a flash of brilliant light against the darkness of war.

She grimaced, her mandibles clicking softly.

Her claws flexed against the haft of her axe, the weapon humming in response, eager—hungry.

"Is that a fact, little light?" Her voice was low, almost amused, her words a chittering whisper that carried through the smoke-laden air.

The Jedi did not waver.

Good.

Domina took a step forward. Slow. Measured.

Another. A predator testing the air before the pounce. Her muscles coiled, her body primed to strike—

Then—

Boom.

The ground trembled.

A deafening explosion erupted from deeper within the facility, the blast wave sending up a howling storm of fire, shrapnel, and debris. The world turned into a whirlwind of smoke and dust.

Instinctively, Domina lifted an arm, shielding her face from the biting storm of metal fragments. The scent of burning fuel filled her lungs, drowning out everything else.

When the haze began to clear, the Jedi was gone.

She blinked once. Then again.

Her gaze swept across the wreckage—searching, tracking. And then she saw him. Running. Fleeing. No—luring.

An invitation.

Domina's mandibles clicked again, this time in amusement.

She whistled, a long, slow, ominous note that echoed through the hollowed ruins, her tail flicking behind her like the lazy coil of a serpent. Then, with a deliberate ease, she dragged the head of her axe against the charred durasteel floor, the screech of metal-on-metal cutting through the lingering silence.

She followed.

 

[Aris Noble]

And like that, Malum was gone. No matter how fast he ran, Aris would've seen him. Something else had happened. Teleportation, perhaps? His father utilized it, so it had to be something along those lines. An emotion bubbled in his otherwise emotionless state. Why did he get away so easily? Why was Aris so weak that he couldn't even stop the man? Why was this girl in his way?

A sudden jolt of pain ripped through his single minded focus. Sparks danced across his skin, bringing pain to his emotionless expression. Pain brought him right back to the present as he full on spasmed before he could get control of his body again. Bleary eyed he looked down at his hands. No, right now that didn't matter. Malum needed to be stopped, but if he couldn't do it someone else would, right? No, no focus.

The kick came, but he didn't so much as flinch from it. She wasn't strong enough to harm him like that, that much was clear. The sparks that danced across his skin shifted as he took hold of them. Jonyna Si had taught him how to control the natural sparks in his own body to be faster, so what could he do with this? Pain lurched through his mind, but he didn't let it stop him.

He was gone then, past her in a flash as he left her to stand there and focused instead on trying to figure out where Malum had gone. He was the threat that needed to be stopped.

Elise of House Marr

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

The instant Allyson's fingers curled around the burning edge of Valery's blade, the Force roared between them.

Valery felt it — the way Allyson absorbed the energy, the way her muscles coiled, preparing to strike. The heat of her lightsaber wavered for a fraction of a second as the Corellian's body surged with power, the embers of the clash fueling her next move. But Valery didn't falter. Her jaw clenched, her grip remained ironclad, and she pushed forward, letting the moment build — letting Allyson think she had her.

Then, the bait was set.

Allyson lunged, her fist coiled with the raw, channeled power of Valery's own blade, a strike meant to break bones, to send her crashing to the ground. But it never landed.

At the last possible second, as her fist reached the Jedi's chin, Valery twisted — and phased. Using the ability once had been demanding, and now a second time meant she was pushing it. But the need to end this fight outweighed the risks of using these abilities.

Like a ghost slipping through the material world, she became nothing, an echo of herself drifting through the air, letting Allyson's punch swing through empty space. The energy she had stolen had nowhere to go, no impact to release upon — just a wasted effort, power bleeding into nothingness.

And then, Valery was behind her.

In that same instant, before Allyson could recover, before she could reorient herself, Valery reached across the Force, into the bond that connected her to her husband. She didn't need words. She didn't need to explain. She just willed it. In a blink, the battlefield shifted. Suddenly, Valery was where Kahlil had been — standing in the path of Gerwald's crimson blade, slipping right under his guard, hopefully before he could register the change. The unexpected swap sent a ripple through the Force, an aftershock of their Dyad's power.

Gerwald's blade arced, but instead of meeting Kahlil's defense, it found Valery instead — a much smaller, faster target. Valery didn't hesitate. With the perfect opening, she darted in, the tip of her violet saber thrusting upward, aiming for the space beneath his ribs. Her strike was precise, controlled — seeking to end this clash as fast as she possibly could.

And just as suddenly as Valery had appeared before Gerwald, Kahlil now stood behind Allyson.

One heartbeat. Two.

The instant she felt the shift, Valery smirked, her fiery eyes glinting.

And Kahlil struck.

Kahlil Noble
Allyson Locke Gerwald Lechner
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[Horus Rhyne]

Ally Tag: [SO] Darth Malum of House Marr | Sophia of House Marr | Trayze Tesar | Lunara Azure | Gerwald Lechner | Darth Meritum | Allyson Locke | Lirka Ka | Domina Prime

Enemy Tag: [GA] - Not Engaging Yet

Location: Thranta Mothership [Under Da Sea]

Objective: Autonomy

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She seemed bothered about not knowing of his true affiliation.

It was a shame her brother had ended up being so gauche about these things. Flaunting intel like that in front of the whole class instead of holding it close to his chest for a rainy day. But that the folly of youth, you acted with your chest and not with your brain. Horus didn't mind so much if it hadn't touched Sophia so closely.

"You could have told me. I Just mean…I wouldn't have minded—"

"I know." He assured her firmly, even while most of his attention was shifting around them. Trying to find a target for their fight. They were moving towards the guns. They'd most likely be well-guarded. "I was going to tell you, but-" His mind wrapped around hers to continue the conversation in private.

Who knew who was listening in?

I have been working on some big changes, darling. Vigo of the Coruscanti Underworld is not too bad. But how would Underlord sound? She'd practically feel the smug smirk dripping off of his tone. Didn't want to impress you before it was solid though...

He didn't want to argue with her about her brother's status. It was clear that her House meant a lot to her and that her older brother left quite the impression on her. Horus didn't want to ruin that for her or make light of it. Even if he didn't think quite as highly of these things... as he hadn't grown up with the Sith himself.

If he makes things hard for you... you always have a place to stay with me. Dangling that in front of her instead. Letting her know there was a place for her by his side even if it wasn't as a Sith Princess.

Whatever else would have been exchanged by them was broken apart by the rift and shudder of the Force around them. From one moment to the next scores of lives just... evaporated. Sniffed out of existence. Even Horus, who was familiar with murder and deceit, couldn't help but clutch the wall at the sheer scale of the violence.

"What—", her voice faltered, though she pressed on a brave face. "What was that?"

"Waste..." He growled with a sneer marking his face. So many people died... and for what? This is why he disliked the Sith at the end of the day. They did things for no reason other than to satisfy their own ego.

It was only that scowl and derision that left his senses open enough to feel the flicker of danger at the edge of their presence. Eyes widened and without a warning he twisted, wrapping his arms around Sophia, and placed himself between her... and the danger. A Golem, warped of metal and reeking of the Lightside, ramming itself towards them.

Horus was the tank. "Take it apart." He growled at Sophia, checking to make sure she was okay, before turning to face the construct. Sophia was the killer.

He'd keep it busy while she would do what she did best.

 

[Gress D'ran]

Firing on: Darth Malum of House Marr
34th Hellstompers, 2nd Armor Company:​

Spoiler

• x7 Leviathan Above Water AA Platforms
  • Appetite for Destruction
  • Diver Down
  • Purple Rain
  • Raising Hell
  • Sign O' The Times
  • Ghost In The Machine
  • Pyromania
• x8 Krakana Subfighters
  • Speak Softly II
  • Divine Intervention
  • Rolling Thunder II
  • Apocalypse Now
  • Iron Side II
  • Heavy Machinery II
  • De-Escalator
  • Yellow Submarine
• x5 GAMA Jaguar Submarines
  
  • Leonardo
  • Donatello
  • Michelangelo
  • Raphael
  • April
  • Splinter
• x3 Squads of Marines
  
  • "Tsunami"
  • "Twister"
  • "Volcano"

The sea was hectic. Droids had ambushed the Leviathans, though not without loses. Major Yanma himself had been keeping an eye on sith radio chatter ever since Gress had counter-hacked their comms.

They had made it to the controls of the defensive systems.

"This Major Yamna to De-Escalator! I need you to ram Objective Alpha!"

"But...sir! The men inside!"

"Damnit, that's an order! We're not trained for this kind of war, and I can't justify us losing the whole damn planet to a bunch of sith with a power trip! Do it!"

The subfighter, designed normally to slice through ships, now aimed it's bow at the command center. Torpedos fired, and the subfighter aimed it's sharpened bow right for the underwater base.

They'd drown the sith in holy water.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | Reef and Coral
| Objective | A dance is only a dance if it ends
| Focus | Serina Calis

Everywhere she went, Jenn was reminded of her limits. For all of her efforts, all of her glory-chasing... true power eluded her, still. The ability to transcend, to be seen as more than just the flesh and bones that made up her corporeal body, but something greater than a mortal could ever hope to be. Even here, even now, the tendrils of the Dark reached past the Abyss itself and into this isolated cavern, where no sentient life must have passed in centuries, if not more. It empowered the prey within her tail, allowed her to use those dangerous, dangerous words of hers, even without the ability to breathe. ​

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As soon as the words echoed within her mind, the siren's hand closed around her neck in a vice-like grip, squeezing hatefully. But no matter how much she worked to cut the girl's air supply, the telepathic voice continued on, filling her mind with its obscene remarks. If she could not silence it in this manner, then there was yet another. ​

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Schrk-SRIK!​

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The sharp nails of her free hand turned into veritable claws, her brow furrowed in effort and pain; just as she prepared to strike, Serina made her move.​

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Jenn raised her wrist instinctively. The Ersansyr did not care to turn her head to turn towards the attack, letting her personal shield deploy from her vambrace and stop the blade, leaning in closer, until her face practically touched the Dark Jedi's own. A dark promise lingered in the storm of her eyes. The hand wrapped around the girl's neck relaxed its hold as the Mandalorian reached for her helmet, slipping it back on with a telltale hiss of pressurization and offering only a pitiless visage, a T visor... and yet, the intense glow remained visible, even through the ebony visor. ​

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"You learned your craft well", came the rolling waves of her voice. "In another life, you would have made a far better Ersansyr than me. A skilled temptress, greedy for more, skilled with speechcraft."​

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It was honest, heartfelt praise. No deception nor hatred emanated from her; only a certain begrudging respect, and yet an air of finality. As if she had just come to a decision, after more consideration than she perhaps should have taken. ​

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Jenn shoved her claws through Serina's stomach.​

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[Darth Meritum]

It seemed every chance Meritum had of seeing his plan to fruition was countered. The uplink they had established with the Mors Mon had only lasted a second before someone ( Aadihr Lidos ) broke it through a full power disconnect. Typhojem could handle a virus, he was an AI made by three Sith Emperors skilled in Mechu Deru, but even an AI couldn't magically make the power stay on.​

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The rest of his plan, to at least wait they could try the uplink again, didn't pan out either. Braze Kai'el had tracked them, and murdered his men. What Meritum had found interesting in the long fight he watched, was that Braze was a terrible Jedi. He literally dripped with viscera and brain matter; it was practically a scene out of a horror movie. Meritum didn't need to see to hear the sloshing and dripping that came from the massacre, but that was besides the point. Now, the Jedi wanted to kill him.​

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"Go on. Say something worth remembering."​

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He wanted to have some quip, or tell the Jedi he might as well become a Sith with the way he was dealing out destruction. He thought back even for a moment to Wyatt Morga easing the passing of thousands during the invasion of Gree, so that the Sith would not be empowered by their carnage. These things were scary for a Sith, but this child murdered so viciously that he held hate in it. Desperation, surely, but hatred all the same. Meritum imagined in a few years, someone was going to tell him to knock it off, and he would be forced out of the Jedi - maybe, he'd even turn to the Sith then, like so many others did when the hate ran that deep.​

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"No. I don't think I will.", he finally said with a settled contentment. He didn't really care for the idea of death, but what was a man to do when they were as old as him? He'd accept it, as he had run out of options. He even lifted his chin for his neck to be expos-​

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"This Major Yamna to De-Escalator! I need you to ram Objective Alpha!"

"But...sir! The men inside!"

"Damnit, that's an order! We're not trained for this kind of war, and I can't justify us losing the whole damn planet to a bunch of sith with a power trip! Do it!"

The subfighter, designed normally to slice through ships, now aimed it's bow at the command center. Torpedos fired, and the subfighter aimed it's sharpened bow right for the underwater base.

They'd drown the sith in holy water.

- The world shook, violently. Thoroughly. Claxons broke the relatively quiet sound of war, and a harsh red light overcame the entire facility. The chair Meritum was in fell backwards, rolling him to the floor and away from Braze Kai'el , but more than that happened. The facility, its local area, and everything that had happened thus far drove the facility into a cataclysmic state. Between Kahlil Noble 's golems carving rock to form its sigil, to Gerwald Lechner driving his hammer into parts of the facility, and Meritum's own contributions to straining the facilities ability to withstand pressure, the facility had begun to break apart.​

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Chamber after chamber broke as water rushed in, but what mattered the most to Meritum was the weakening of the sigil. It wasn't gone, persay, but his senses came back, and that was all he needed. The Voice of the Emperor was aged well, he was skilled, it wasn't a matter of a few years of desperate training that made him who he was - it was a life time of ability that built him. Forged him, carved him from stone, and today was not to be the day that marble was broken.​

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He lifted himself from the floor, using the Force to drive a nearby set of furniture at Braze Kai'el . The boy was tired, he'd just fought for his life, and all Meritum needed to do was hold him for a moment, distract him. Meritum used the opening to rush into the hallway, stepping over the remains of the soldiers that had thought to save him. It wasn't that he didn't care about them, but they had served their purpose. Now, he needed to escape.​

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"All forces, this is Darth Meritum. The facility is collapsing. Inform the Mors Mon that Woostri's defenses will go offline in the next few minutes - then run for the service shafts at the bottom of the facility. There should be repulsor trains waiting for the facilities faculty. Secure one, and wait for my signal to retreat. I'll meet you there."​

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The message was quick, and final. It repeated on all channels as Meritum moved through the hallways with enhanced speed, pressing forward towards their escape. Stairs, ladders, hallways, all of it take him to the lowest levels - he just needed to make sure he wasn't slowed down this time.​

 

[Serina Calis]

The Abyss Stares Back.
Location: ???
Objective: Autonomy
Opposing Force: Jenn Kryze ​

Pain.

A terrible, searing kind of pain, the kind that burns not only through flesh but through self, through the very idea of being. It did not come with shock or surprise—Serina had known, the moment Jenn moved, that it would come to this. She had felt it in the shift of the water, in the way the Mandalorian's body coiled, in the slow, purposeful inevitability of it.

And yet, when Jenn's claws sank into her, when they pierced through armor and flesh alike, when they buried themselves deep, she still gasped.

A ragged, choking breath shuddered past the rebreather, her body convulsing as agony flooded every nerve. It was different from the wounds before, different from the delicate, mocking slices Jenn had carved into her like an artist working her canvas. There was no elegance in this strike, no mockery—only a decision, one that had been made in the silence between them.

Jenn had chosen to do this.

Serina's mind reeled, flickering between rage and something raw, something almost betrayed. This was not how their dance was meant to go. She was meant to hold some measure of control, some hand in the game. She had forced herself into Jenn's mind, had whispered into her soul, had made her hear the words that no one else had ever dared to say. And yet—

Jenn had answered her not with words. Not with hesitation.

But with violence.

Serina felt herself slip, her body collapsing against Jenn's hold, weightless in the water, drifting in the absence of strength. For a moment, she thought she might die here, in the abyss, in the hands of the one who should have been her greatest conquest. Wouldn't that be tragic? Wouldn't that be deliciously ironic?

But the void inside her disagreed.

It had always been there, had always been waiting. It had never let her die before, and it would not allow it now.

From the ruin of her flesh, from the wound that should have been fatal, the darkness came alive.

At first, it was subtle—a whisper of motion beneath her armor, the barest ripple in the water as something stirred. And then, with a slow, sinuous unfurling, it spilled forth.

Shadow. Ink. Abyss.

It bled from her wound like black silk, like a lover's sigh, winding its way around her body with languid, caressing tendrils. The darkness did not lash out, did not twist in fury or violence—it held her, cradled her, pouring forth from the gaping hole where her heart should have been.

It was warm.

It had always been warm.

Like fingers tracing along the curve of her ribs, like lips pressing against her skin in reverence, like the slow, unbreakable embrace of something that had always belonged to her. The tendrils of shadow wound through the shattered pieces of her flesh, threading through the gaping wound in her stomach, not sealing it, not fixing it, but holding it together, stabilizing her, ensuring she would not be taken so easily.

Serina's breath hitched, a tremor running through her body—not from pain, but from the pleasure of it.

The dark had never forsaken her.

It wanted her.

The tentacles curled along the edges of her armor, slithering through the cracks, tracing the wound with slow, deliberate reverence. They did not reach for Jenn, did not react to the one who had caused the injury. This was not for her. This was Serina's.

She exhaled, a shuddering, broken thing, her grip tightening—not in resistance, but in affirmation.

Her body trembled against Jenn's hold, fingers flexing weakly before digging into the Mandalorian's arm. Her breath, still rasping through the rebreather, came softer now, the edges of it curling into something unmistakable. A slow, knowing smirk pressed against the mask.

She was not dead.

She was not beaten.

Her gaze lifted, locking onto Jenn's visor, and despite the agony, despite the tremor of weakness still lingering in her limbs, her eyes gleamed with something new.

Something dangerous.

Something hungry.

"You thought you could take something from me." The words slithered into Jenn's mind, slow, uncoiling, curling like smoke into her thoughts. The dark had given her voice back, had reached past the abyss and let her speak again, and now she would use it well.

"But you forget. You forget who I am."

The tentacles pulsed, the sensation running through Serina's body like an unbroken wave, sinking into her, filling the spaces where pain had once been. She let her head tilt slightly, let her fingers trail along Jenn's wrist, slow, purposeful, savoring every moment, every shift of power.

"You can hurt me, my Duchess."

Her fingers clenched.

"But you can never break a goddess."

She had lost control once.

She swore she would never lose it again.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka’s sprint stopped dead in its tracks as the facility rumbled around her as the torpedo made contact. Thankfully, the mighty bulk of the power suit kept her steady. Quizzically her blank-faced helmet looked back and forth. Well, she certainly didn’t cause all this mess. Half joking, she spoke back into her comms at Trayze Tesar

“Captain, I certainly hope your bumbling self didn’t do this. You aren’t getting out of our fight by drowning yourself.”

Quickly, her comms were interrupted by the call for retreat by Darth Meritum a frown appearing underneath her helmet as the message finished out. Her fun was being cut short it seemed. Klaxons blaring in her ears, Lirka looked around for the nearest place that seemed “down”. Taking a moment to look over her shoulder to see just how close Caelan Valoren had gotten. Escaping imminent drowning and having a rather unenthused Jedi at her back? Maybe the fun had actually just began. Taking a shrug, Lirka took a decent estimation before bursting through a door and beginning to make her way down to the service tunnels, of course taking the time to speak to her “dear captain” one more time.

“Alas Captain, it seems we’ll just have to meet on a train. Don’t take too long, I certainly won’t be waiting for you to get on.”

A challenge. A race. Always the taunting little beast, might as well make the best of a bad situation. As she sprinted for what she could only assume was the correct way down, Lirka was left to ponder who to blame for all this mess. She had some hope it was Trayze, the possibilities to mock the goody-two-shoes rat were just too boundless if so.

 

[Braze Kai'el]

TAGS: Darth Meritum

Through either remarkable cunning or sheer blind luck—perhaps a bit of both—Meritum has once again managed to slip away from the warrior child, proving that survival favors the pathetic as much as the strong.

As if by some cruel twist of fate, it seems the galaxy itself conspires in favor of the vile Sith Order's designs, ensuring that the only destiny they ever realize is ruin—though one must wonder if it is by their own hand or some cosmic jest at their expense.

The facility's destruction unfolds with a suspiciously perfect synchronization of chaos, as if the universe itself decided, in that precise moment, to stage an over-the-top catastrophe.

"Ah, the Sith's art of combat: Attack when winning, monologue when stalling, and sprint when losing! Keep scurrying, little bug—best you burrow deep before the light finds you."

He watched as the sith fled.

At least Dark Lord Carnifex had the testicular fortitude—and the power—to back up his claims, to put the young Jedi in his place. If this man was the so-called Voice of the Emperor, then the Emperor must speak in whispers, because there was nothing here worth fearing, Braze concluded, watching the man scamper away with all the desperation and dignity of a drowning womp rat clawing at a sinking ship.

Braze pivoted, a whisper of motion, then nothing.

The void black haze flickered—he was gone.

No sound, no trace, only shadow reclaiming its own.

 

[Barr Vexos]

Objective: 1

Weapons:

GABB-15 Talon II (Modified)

• Scope
• Stock
• Grip

AT-NB5 Blaster Pistol

Armor:

GACA-14 Nemean Armor

• Boots: Hidden Survival Knife Sheath

Allies: GA and allied forces

Enemies: SO and allied forces Tag: Not Engaging

They just keeping coming!!! One solider screamed out loud to which it caught Barr's ears. He was currently behind cover from the opposing force who were firing at Barr. He told tell from the sound of the blaster fire that they were advancing to his position. He hated this with a passion as his current options were limited. He returns fire in quick succession, but he knew that it was only stopping in such little time that he knew he had to fall back.

A loud winced quickly caught his attention. Turning over to the source, Barr saw the woman reeling in pain from the blaster shot that nail her on the right shoulder. He knew that he needed to act quickly to protect the soldier.

"Go! Go! Go!" He whispered to himself as he gave returning fire while leaving cover intending on heading over the injured solider. Blaster fire could be seen between the two sides as Barr, believing that he was close enough, launched himself over to the female soldier after making what he believes was enough distance moving to her before jumping.


"I just had to the only one near…" He silently whispered. "Hang on." He said to the woman.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

Well, the whole facility was shaking now. He had no idea what had caused that. The immense power of light he'd felt was wavering as water began to rush into the building, apparently, through numerous cracked bulkheads. Not quite where he was considering he was no longer at the perimeter, but that didn't change the fact that there was only danger left in the place. Did it mean they had lost Woostri? No, just meant the facility was gone. The Sith hadn't won it, either.

<Fate, get to an escape train in the lower level with the other Alliance personnel,> he called into his comms.

<Bwoo-dwoop, bwee-dwoop beep?>

<I'm right behind Lirka and I'm not letting her escape.>

The chase was on, and he was right behind her. Fast as she might be, he was pretty sure he was faster given that he had the Force at his beck and call and she did not. If she was going to escape the facility, she was going to have to do so by fighting him, not by running. If that meant they were forced to swim for it, he knew he'd make it to the surface. Would she?

"Lirka!"

Reeling back his arm, he held his lightsaber much like a spear, the thrumming blade pointed directly at her back. Then he threw it with all his might, aided by his forward running momentum, intending to spear her through from behind. Even if he missed he'd collect his saber and be after her again. She wasn't escaping. There was no escape for her. Not by the trains at the lower level, at least. Not if he had anything to say about it, and he had plenty of mind of what he was going to do.

For only the second time he could remember, Caelan desired to kill.

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace)

TAGS: Trayze Tesar | Lirka Ka ​

 

[Lirka Ka]

Another groan from the bulkheads encouraged Lirka to haul her Sephi self even faster. But her mad dash was quickly interrupted as she heard her name bellowed behind her, tossing herself to the side as the saber of Caelan Valoren went flying past her. She turned around to face him, well, this certainly made everything a fair bit more difficult…

“Ah! Caelan, just the Jedi I wanted to see! Why don’t we make like old chums for a train before we have to swim our way back up?”

She talked as if she hadn’t both betrayed him, taken his arm, and killed/eaten who knows how many poor faculty members. But such were the ways of scum, after all. Lirka still readied herself for combat regardless, giving her blade a quick twirl as she cut a small gash into the floor. A defensive stance…it seemed the Once-Sephi had some sort of idea brewing in her mind.

Had she been able to see into the Jedi-King’s head, her elation would have been grandiose. To bring out the worst in people, that was what she desired most in this Galaxy. It gave her grim purpose, it made her feel like a Sith. To make people see the Galaxy like she did, was it such an evil thing to desire? Why let the unenlightened masses stumble and waver when she could be their guiding hand.

And besides. This boy would look better in Red.

Lirka looked up briefly, for she was rather certain she’d seen the first drip of water come through the cracks in the walls around them.

 

[Caelan Valoren]

His blade missed, but he called it back as he skid to a halt when she did. Telekinesis might not bot be his strongest ability, but calling a fallen saber back wasn't exactly lifting an x-wing out of a swamp. It snapped back into his hand and he watched the helmed beast in front of him as she cut a small gash into the floor with her blade. They'd each wounded the other earlier, knocking an arm out of the fight, though his was permanently gone and hers was, well, still technically there. Wasn't quite the same.

"No," he said in response to her.

Moving towards her, he raised his blade, indicating he would not be going on the defensive in this situation. He, too, had noticed the water, but he also wasn't just about to let her get away. Nor was he going to allow her to use it against him.

"If my death is the cost to end a monster, then let it be paid in full. Some evils are worth falling to destroy—so long as they fall with me."

He moved faster than she'd seen this, his entire body and mind enhanced by the Force, quicker than most could even comprehend. Flashing past her, he avoided the trap of the water dripping above that she might use to watch them away, and he also sliced his blade at her midsection, ending his movement poised to face her from the other side, goal being to keep her from being able to get to the trains and a potential escape. Nothing mattered more to him in that moment than making sure this monster did not survive to kill again.

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace)

TAGS: Lirka Ka ​

 

[Elise of House Marr]

OBJECTIVE 1: AUTONOMY

Direct tags: Darth Malum of House Marr Aris Noble Lunara Azure
Location: Underwater station. Facing against Aris Noble

"I'll remember." she answered Darth Malum of House Marr in his warning. Sending a feeling of assurance that she'd be fine, just to do what he had to, as he left.

The boy giant, unsurprisingly, did not like Malums disappearance. He was vulnerable to lightning, if only briefly. He tried to run, that was predictable. Even without her instincts and senses in the force she could have expected that, the moment he moved, so did she, right on his tail. This space was too confined for almost anything to actually outpace her. He was enduring beyond reason for his age, and she guessed, likely his skill, but so far, she hadn't seen that much in the way of offensive power. Certainly no more than her own. Still, his particular skillset made beating him complicated, but not impossible. She'd still only been operating under standard applications of the force and, so far, pretty standard attacks.

Time to change it up. She grabbed her lightsaber, reactivated it, and hurled it. Not at the boy, but past him, and ripped a line straight forwards ahead of him. Sending sparks and shards of metal into the air, she reached out with her other hand as she kept pace, and yanked the shards towards him, maintaining her blades motion as it tore through the metal surface. She kept the blade too far forward for him to try and grab, not without her pulling it away again just when he'd move.

The force gave warnings, gave insight, gave into the wielders instincts. It was one of the parts she leaned into. The, to her, natural side of the force. A beings desire to protect itself and family, for territory, or for food, even just for challenge. The way an organic being fights and worries and rages, their instincts and feelings. Not all this complex nonsense that she believed the jedi and sith both engaged in. On the downside she was far from a sith ritualist, but she was masterful at the physical applications of the force, and the forwarning the force could provide at times.

Spoiler: Equipment

Personal equipment:
Draika iv misina (Lava lightsaber)
Red lightsaber with sturdy hilt
Berserkers Hinderance
Enviro-Shield Generator with booster pack.

Datapad

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Le Castle Vania //:
Allies
//: Gerwald Lechner //:
Enemies
//: Valery Noble //: Kahlil Noble //:
//: Equipment in Sig //:

Allyson should have expected it. She had seen Valery do it once and knew she would probably do it again if things had gotten complicated. The moment she felt nothingness, her weight caught on the front foot. Her weight shifted and steadied while Valery moved behind her. Or so she thought. The ripple in the Force was enough for a sign that something wasn't right; there had been a change in the dance they had been dancing. The hum of a lightsaber and the sight of Valery now charging Gerwald was enough to tell Allyson what had just happened. What trickery was this? After chasing her for so long, Valery chose to abandon the fight?

The Valor shared between Wolf and Shadow allowed for the heightened senses. It was going to keep the pair alive against the two Jedi. With her weight shift from realizing Valery was fleeing, Allyson twisted her body and prepared to strike the new opponent. There was only one option for her to block the attack. Allyson met the strike with her forearm; metal against ion burned, heating her flesh. The power armor protected the Corellian enough to give her the needed opening.

As her body twisted and her guarded arm raised to take the strike, her gaze met him, and the sadness in his eyes disgusted her. If he was so broken by her actions, if there was any ounce of mercy - he wouldn't have struck her from behind. A true Jedi would have sought to disable her and save their former ally. No, Kahlil and Valery were both like the others. Where she was hoping the sins of the past didn't bleed into the present. Allyson had felt remorse watching the other woman make contact with the durasteel wall, seeing the blood and the pain she had suffered from it.

How pathetic it all was. No more. They had proven they were no better than Ryv or Maynard. Once again, she was fooled into thinking that maybe there was a pathway home. It was the unfortunate truth: the moment a foot was stepped out of line, you were no longer pure. Everything was a lie—peace and heroism—all of it. Her eyes remained on his face. How could he lie so blatantly to himself and think their actions were righteous?

Before the fight even started, the shadow was deemed the enemy. They had never seen her as a friend. Just like before, she was their enemy.

So be it.

She stepped forward as she blocked the attack with her own saber drawn. When the block opened Kahlil's front, she pointed the opening of the hilt towards him. The feelings she had kept buried deep in her heart began to bleed, emotions flowing as everything reached this point. A flick of her thumb, the cerulean blade erupted from its hold as she held it as close as she could to the Jedi Master' core. As the blade extended, its core shifted, turning a deep crimson. She stared at the face of the Jedi, whose name was lost to her memories. There was no going back.

They no longer mattered.

Spoiler

• caught self as Valery phased & teleported (dyad)
• deflected Kahlil's strike with forearm and pushed blade aside
• ignited lightsaber closer to him toward his core/torso
• did cool bleed saber stuff ig

edited: better clarified where strike was [core] & added list of actions spoiler ​