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

[C1-1347]

//: I'm Just C1-1347 //:
//: Keel the Flesh Bag//:
//: Forgotten Clanker //: Kartus Lok //:

The little C1 drove through the mess of the battle; over and over, he avoided the dangers of the fight. There was nothing that was going to keep him away from his love, the ship that hung beautifully overhead. Something stopped him, though, as he watched the explosions overhead begin to cycle. A loud screech echoed coming from the little droid. He watched as his beloved's monstrous and voluptuous form suddenly breached the clouds of her encompassing storm. This wasn't a good sign; the storm that bellowed around the Mors Mon was her power, the strength that protected her and the Empire.

Frantic trills and beeps made no sense as its little arms flailed about in frustration and panic. It continued to move, looking back at Jellybean every so often to ensure she was keeping up. He would hate to see his friend get blown up when she was out here just trying to help him. As they dipped and dived, from the corner of his little sensor, a building came crashing down around them; more debris fell, and C1 saw that his friend was going to be in the direct line of fire. There was very little time to react, but looking up towards the Mors Mon, he knew what she would want him to do.

Beep boop.

Soon, his little body lifted from the ground, and he fired forward toward the considerable debris flying toward his friend. "WAAAAAAAAAAAWWW OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" the little droid shouted into the air. As he rocketed and crashed into the debris. He couldn't maintain his trajectory and began to spiral out of control. Little arms clung to his luscious mane, and he crashed hard; sand and dirt kicked up all around him, and he lay there.

He had saved Jellybean and gotten to see his love one last time. His little arm reached up, opening his little gripper, hoping that maybe she saw his heroics.

Scan complete: you're fine.​

The internal scan had done a quick diagnostics as he assumed he was dying. Luckily, not only was he okay, but he didn't lose his hair. Flipping back up, the little droid caught up with his friends. They moved and moved till running into a human. Outshot his little taser as he struck the man in the shin. No one would get in his way! He needed to return to the ship to help repair his love's storm generators.


"Beep woooepe odoo pppgeeep!" As C1 attacked the human, it realized something was in its hands. Waving the little arms, he did his best to point at the device, telling Jellybean to grab it - to free their baby brother from the grasp of the flesh bag.

"Beep beep bwwee oo weepp jelly bean wwweeepp!"

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Demons
Equipment: Twin Omens | DE-10 | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Circlet of Projection
Tags: Alana Calloway | Kaila Irons

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The demon watched with silent glee as the soldier pressed forward, it felt the turmoil and conflict of the soul. Part of them wanted to fight, wanted to resist but knew it couldn't. The Demon had given them lie wrapped in the form of a choice. The illusion of freedom, and just like everyone they choose survival over the sweet release of death. In a way the demon pitied the soldier, because it valued its life as meaningless as all life was.

It watched as the soldier walked through the portal and the safety that laid beyond. The demon then looked around one last time at what it had created. Then it looked inside itself at the broken little girl in her pit of despair. "You to have a choice serve me, be me, or die by my hand as I grow stronger and take everything from you."

"Together we can break them all and break this cruel reality once and for all." It turned back to the portal before it. Then it pushed the girl's body forward knowing that on the other side it would sleep, and the child would be in control. "Do not see them, they do not exist in the reality we can create. They are all just figments of the will's imagination made to play it's game."

With those final words to the girl inside the demon stepped through the portal and onto the evac beach. As it did pain of broken bones and a thousand cuts bleeding freely enter the body as Tamsin regained control of her body. Her heart pounded and she felt dizzy as the pain racked her body. Tears began to pour from her eyes as she fell to her knees first.

The world spun around her like she was on some sick spinning carnival ride. The air was heavy like cement as enter and left her lungs. Her breathing just got heavier and heavier, her lips turning purple as she could not get enough oxygen in. Her eyes now dark once more, the fires gone from them. She only saw shadows though everyone, even the soldier in front of her dark outlines as her vision blurred and darkened.

She wanted to scream out in pain but there just wasn't enough air in her lungs. As the pain became too much and the world around her became too much she collapsed fully to the ground, her body shutting down. The world was gone, nothing but a darkness and cold chill, the girl unconscious. The last words ringing in her mind of the demons choice given to her.

 

[Ran Serys]

Trigger Warning: Blood​

With her focus stolen by the familiar and unfamiliar feeling of shatterpoint, Ran tensed as the massive clawed hand of Jhyrack wrapped around her neck. It appeared from the mist and steam, and then so did he. She could see him, truly see him, in the cracks that lined his form. The shadow of events in his life that made him who he was were visible, and the potential futures that laid before him followed. She tensed as she did not see his death among those futures.

Ran grabbed his arm, and kicked at his chest helplessly trying to wriggle free of his hold. Every millisecond she spent in his hand was a millisecond under a tightening noose. She looked into Jhyrack’s eyes and since her traumatizing encounter with Darth Empyrean, one of the ultimate Lords of the Sith, she used the force to see the shatterpoints of beings herself. She saw into his soul. Jhyrack’s bestial rage full of anger and what she thought might be amusement. Emotions that one could lose themselves in, that gave one a false sense of security. Her helpless and useless kicks would likely feed that security, so she’d make her move from there.

Once more, Ran grabbed Jhyrack’s arm, pressed her feet against his chest and with as much of the force and her strength as she could muster, she pushed herself out of his grip. His claws dug deep into her flesh as she wrenched herself from the minotaurs vice-like grasp. She could feel the fissures carved into her neck and the veins that were severed. She felt them bleed as she saw her sacrificed flesh hanging from Jhyrack’s claws.

She could not win this battle with her lightsaber. She could not win with her body. She could only win through the force. So red ran down Ran’s green skin rapidly, it soaked her robes as she reached up at the sky. The force Ran through her and the building across from the database shook. Glass exploded, concrete cracked, the entire building tilted. Along the ley lines of shatterpoint the building dismantled as Ran forced it’s parts down onto Jhyrack’s head in hopes of creating the Lord’s tomb.

And then she fainted as the blood continued to pour from her neck.

Allies: Corazona von Ascania Taam Moghul Nir Si Lycus Merita Connel Vanagor
Enemies: Jhyrack
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[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Woostri - Gopsthal | OBJECTIVE : Defend the Core | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Ran Serys (Indirect)| Corazona von Ascania (Indirect) | Taam Moghul | Nir Si | Lycus Merita | Shan
TAG (FOE) : Madrona A’Mia (Indirect) | Jhyrack (Near) | @Kasir Doran (Nearby) | Quinn Varanin

The air hung thick with the acrid scent of blaster fire and ozone, a metallic tang coating the tongue. The southern entrance of Woostri's gargantuan data center, a fortress of durasteel and shielded energy fields, was a maelstrom of chaos. Galactic Alliance troopers, clad in gleaming white armor, formed a desperate line against the relentless crimson tide of the Sith Order. Explosions blossomed across the battlefield, each concussion a hammer blow against the defenders' resolve.

Connel Vanagor moved through the carnage like a wraith. His lightsaber, a blade of pure azure energy, danced in a whirlwind of lethal grace. Sith troopers, their faces contorted in snarling aggression, fell before him, their armor cleaved, their dark ambitions extinguished in a flash of light. He was a Jedi, honed by years of rigorous training, a bulwark against the encroaching darkness. But he was also something more, something that churned beneath the surface of his calm Jedi facade: a Shadow.

His father, a legendary Jedi Master, had instilled in him the ancient ways, the philosophy of balance and serenity. But he had also revealed the necessity of confronting the darkness, of understanding the shadows within oneself and in the galaxy. This duality, this precarious balance, was Connel's inheritance, his strength, and recently, a source of growing disquiet.

He had felt it awaken during the initial assault on Woostri. A primal rage, a thirst for violence that simmered just beneath his control. It was a sensation both terrifying and exhilarating, a power that amplified his already formidable abilities. He had pushed it down, suppressed it with the disciplined focus of a Jedi, but it lingered, a hungry beast straining at its leash. He was well trained in how to channel it properly, but the recent invasion into his mind, he could not prove that but was certain a Sith had done so, combined with the Battle Meditation he was reaping the benefits of happened to awaken the animal inside him.

He channeled the Force, drawing upon its power to enhance his speed and agility. He became a blur, weaving through the enemy ranks, his lightsaber a whirlwind of destruction. Sith troopers fell back, their faces contorted in terror as the Jedi Shadow carved a path through their lines.

Connel reached the entrance – a reinforced blast door, now riddled with scorch marks and blown open. A squad of Sith warriors stood guard, their red lightsabers humming menacingly. Their leader, a hulking figure with a scarred visage, sneered at Connel. "You will not pass, Jedi!"

Connel didn't reply. He simply ignited his lightsaber, and short saber, the azure blades illuminating his steely gaze. The battle was joined. The Sith warriors lunged, their attacks fueled by hatred and rage. But Connel was their superior. He parried their blows with ease, his movements precise and economical. He disarmed them, then struck with lethal accuracy.

The Sith leader roared in defiance, his lightsaber a crimson blur. He was a formidable opponent, his strength enhanced by the dark side of the Force. But Connel met his assault with unwavering resolve. Their blades clashed, sparks flying as they engaged in a furious duel.

As they fought, a tremor shook the ground. The data center groaned under some immense pressure. Alarms blared, adding to the cacophony of war. The Sith leader laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "It is too late, Jedi! Our forces have unleashed a seismic weapon. This planet will be consumed!"

Fear coiled in Connel's gut. He could feel the raw power of the dark side emanating from the depths of the earth. He knew that it was only the beginning.

He disengaged from the duel, leaping back to create distance. He focused his mind, reaching out with the Force to sense the source of the disturbance. He felt a churning vortex of dark energy beneath the surface, a malevolent force threatening to tear the planet apart.

He had to stop it. But how? He was a Jedi, a warrior, not an engineer or a geologist. But he couldn't abandon his mission. The data center, and the information it contained, were vital to the Alliance's survival.

He made a decision. He would trust in the Force, and in his training.

Turning his back on the Sith, Connel focused his powers to rip the blast door open. He dashed inside, leaving the Sith warriors in confused silence. He had to find Anthony Gray Sun, but the warriors would not allow that, they engaged again.


Now, as he carved a path through the retreating Sith forces, the beast clawed at its cage. The assurance that the Galactic Alliance was holding the line, though welcome, felt like a justification, an excuse to unleash the pent-up fury within. He told himself it was for the greater good, for the preservation of the data center, a repository of invaluable knowledge critical to the Alliance. But a darker voice whispered that it was for the pure, unadulterated satisfaction of the fight.

He reached the inner perimeter, a series of blast doors leading into the data center's core. The Alliance troops, battered but unbroken, saluted as he passed. "Good luck, Jedi," one of them, a grizzled veteran with a cybernetic eye, called out. "We'll hold them off as long as we can."

Connel nodded, his face grim. He knew their chances were slim. The Sith were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless. He activated his comlink. This is Shadow One, he said, his voice steady despite the inner turmoil. "I'm entering the data center. What's the situation inside?"

Inside the data center, chaos reigned. The halls were filled with smoke and dust, and the air was thick with the smell of ozone. Emergency lights flickered erratically, casting long, dancing shadows. Technicians scrambled to salvage what they could, their faces etched with panic.

Connel navigated the labyrinthine corridors, following the Force-infused path towards Anthony. He found him in the primary data core chamber, surrounded by a team of engineers. They were working frantically, trying to reroute power and stabilize the system.

One of the soldiers the Shadow was working with earlier turned to Connel, his face grim. "Connel, thank the Force you're here. The Sith have triggered a series of seismic charges beneath the planet's surface. They're destabilizing the tectonic plates. Woostri is going to tear itself apart!"

I felt it, Connel said grimly. Are you suyre it was them? What can we do?

The soldier pointed to a large console. "There's a failsafe protocol. If we can overload the data core with a counter-frequency, we might be able to disrupt the seismic charges and stabilize the planet."

Might? Connel asked.

"It's our only chance," the soldier replied. "But the system is heavily shielded. We need a Jedi to channel the Force and break through the barriers."

Connel stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his lightsaber. Then let's get to work.

Together, they worked to breach the datalock. The soldier directed the engineers, while Connel focused his mind, channeling the Force into the system. He could feel the dark side's presence, a malignant energy trying to corrupt the data core.

The earthquakes grew stronger, shaking the data center violently. Cracks appeared in the walls, and the ceiling began to crumble. But they pressed on, ignoring the danger. Connel could feel the darkness raging within him, the violent shadow threatening to consume him. But he fought it back, focusing on the task at hand.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they broke through the shields. The engineers initiated the counter-frequency protocol, and the data core began to hum with power. The room filled with a blinding light, and a wave of energy washed over them. That is when he saw half the building come down unnaturally and his awareness of where the nearest Jedi, Ran, was. It was starting to slip.


Do you have this?


“Huh?”


Did I stutter? Do you have this?!


“Yeah, jerk! Do whatever!”


Turning on his heel, Connel made way across the terrain that was once walls and ceiling and he saw her. The Mirialan green bean… whatever that is. She was bleeding like a stuck Hutt. He had trouble getting to her as the place was coming down around them. Thinking quickly, Connel started to push debris against the intact walls to try and reinforce them somehow to get to her. Talk to me, Guardian! What’s the weakest form? Talk woman! How funny is Graclin?

Finally getting to her and putting direct pressure to her neck, he let the Force flow out of him. Connel SUCKED at healing others but getting his arm and shoulder healed by Amani Serys did teach him something.Connel focused on stabilizing her, using the Force to slow the bleeding. He knew he wasn't skilled in healing, but every second counted. The building groaned ominously, reminding him of the urgency. He had to get her to safety before it collapsed entirely.

[“Michael”, you getting out of here?]

[Raven’s incoming.]

[Wait for us.]

[“Us?”]

[I have a Jedi Council Member down. I’m stabilizing her.]

[Copy, we’ll come to you.]

[On our way now.] Come on green bean! I can’t carry your pain, but I can carry you! Using his Special Forces training, the Shadow picked her up into a (Fireman’s carry) hold.

[Stubborn bantha! Ha!]



[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

 

[Anthony Gray Sun]

Indirect tags: Darth Strosius Commodore Helix
Direct Tags: Kasir Dorran Taeli Raaf​

Rather than prolonging the man's fate, rather than drawing this out, he would unleash a short burst of lightning aimed for the heart of the server room and its pooling water.

He would put the Anthony Gray Sun Anthony Gray Sun 's shield to the test.

"Timiri"
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Across the ritual, across the city, traveling along the lines of Light and Darkness, along the threads of ethereal and material... cracks would form. And from those cracks, endless potential would form around people. Glimpses of lives they could have lived, or might live, or never knew they could, would form in their vision. Rends in space and time would allow someone to step from one spot on the world to another, so long as they traveled along the widening cracks of the shatterpoint web.

And the cracks would continue to widen so long as she had equal sources of Light and Dark to draw upon to fuel her spell...

For a moment, Anthony could see to another world. A world where he, a wicked man with little empathy pushed into the Woostrian compound with a mission. Gather data, destroy the Jedi Order's Soldiers of Light, and leave victorious.

Then the water flooded that vision, as electricity slammed him.

All he could do was struggle, reaching down for his axe, before allowing it to shine and absorb the electricity.

Swimming wasn't the question. He simply willed the water to thrust him forward, out of the room.

But now he needed to find Evac.

"This..." he took a moment to breath, grabbing his radio. "This is Jedi Knight Anthony Gray Sun, calling Jessikal Skea and the 44th, I'm outside the server room, in need of evac..."

He did what he was taught. Lay down, make yourself known.

Maybe shut his eyes for a moment...

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Allies | Ran Serys | Taam Moghul | Nir Si | Lycus Merita | Connel Vanagor
Entombed with the lovely | Madrona A’Mia
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The noise was relentless. First, the sharp, booming crack of the building as it tipped, then the cacophony of violent, unrelenting sounds that heralded the crash.

The data center had seen better days. Caved in, flooded, and now partially pulverized by the skyscraper, the structure had been reduced to rubble. Both women had little control over their surroundings, doing what they could to shield themselves from the tremendous impact.

Cora wavered in and out of consciousness. The pain did register – a searing ache overtaking every limb – but it was pushed to the back of her mind, behind the broken data slates and chunks and duracrete. At the very least, the hail of rubble that covered her was a shield from the din of war above her.

Above them.

Scant light filtered through the debris, but it was enough for her to see faint, shadowy outlines of the wreckage. Somehow, a pocket of narrow space had formed around them, preserving the integrity of their lives. Cora sat up, slowly, groaning into a hiss. She glanced down, finding a jagged beam of wood embedded into her shoulder. Wood. Wooden like…

In the dark, she saw a set of luminescent teal eyes peering towards her. Together, the flowers of Thule had been entombed.

 

[Kasir Dorran]

Allies: Sith Order, Srina Talon Darth Strosius Darth Nefaron Veradun Sharr Naamino Zuukamano Haro Aven
Foe: Galactic Alliance, Connel Vanagor Anthony Gray Sun

Perched just outside the server room, Kasir felt the storm brewing both within and before him. The air around crackled with palpable tension; anticipation thrummed wildly in his veins. He watched as the jagged burst of lightning illuminated the space inside.

The dark room was revealed once more.

It was a beautiful ballet of electrical currents and pooling water. The flashes also exposed the silhouettes of the young Nagai and his Master, both moving away.

Instead of bringing any twisted sense of solace, or the slightest hint of satisfaction, it only stoked more hatred. The Jedi's struggle would bring no empathy; rather, the sight ignited his rage like the volcanoes back on Mustafar.

More currents began writhing around his pale digits, a testament to the lethal power coursing through the assassin, begging to break free.

Like an umbrella, the Force Barrier continued protecting him from the heavy downpour.

But then, like a dark whisper, the Empress' voice echoed in his mind. She simply offered validation for his cruel intentions in ways that only few could truly understand. It soothed the Sith’s troubled thoughts, as it always did.

<<You endure where others have broken…You refuse to fall. The enemy enjoys light…Give it to them.>>

Yellow orbs gleamed with vengeance as his dominant hand reached out. And then it happened. Again.

Torrents of lightning erupted from his fingertips, a surge of raw energy arching out toward the server room. This time, instead of a burst, it was a steady streak that refused to be severed. Kasir would put his own existence on the line to see the task completed.

The data was gone, but soon, the Jedi would share the same fate.

No doubt, destruction loomed on this very horizon, a sweet, but familiar promise lingering in the air of Woostri as the Sith Order made their presence known.

There was no retreat in Kasir; instead, it was the pursuit of annihilation. Naturally, he allowed himself to be seduced by the darkness that enveloped his essence, all for the protection of his little brother. Not a single soul who dared to bring harm near him would be spared.

The presence of the Light grew stronger, almost painfully so, but he fought against it with every ounce of resolve he could muster. He refused to be swayed, as he would rather surrender to death before such could ever happen.

 

[Jessikal Skea]

Objective: Gather The Wounded, Head for Evac.
Tags: Anthony Gray Sun Gress D'ran
Equipment: Standard 44th Equipment

Jessikal looked down at the city below, seeing the blaster fire from different parts. Dozens of firefights happening at once, explosions destroying buildings. Jessikal felt sorry for the natives, their homes being obliterated by a war that they themselves had no say in. Just the unfortunate target of an evil cult that spans dozens of star systems. But at least Jessikal can take solace that she was here to help out the displaced and the wounded. She did something to help ensure that people could try to live another day in peace.

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. "This is Jedi Knight Anthony Gray Sun, calling Jessikal Skea and the 44th, I'm outside the server room, in need of evac..."

Jessikal looked down at her communicator for a moment, her heart sinking an bit. That Jedi sounded like he was on the verge of bleeding out. She couldn't save that Commando, she couldn't stick with Jedi Knight Shan. But damn it, she will save this Jedi Knight. Jessikal opened up a channel to the 44th and the LAAT pilots with them.

"Ladies, continue on to the frontlines, I am taking a detour to the data center. One of the defenders called out for an evac and I am making my way there. Be sure to get the critically wounded to the evac point and give our defenders any spare bacta grenades or bacta bombs you have. It will help them hold out just a bit longer. I'll see you all at the evac point."

Jessikal then felt the LAAT lurch to one side as it changed course, making way to the data center. Jessikal hoped that Jedi Knight is a fighter, he just needed to hold on a bit longer until she was there. The trip itself probably wasn't long but it felt like an eternity to Jessikal, constantly trying to raise the Jedi on the comms but got nothing.

"Senator we are at the data center, opening side doors now." the pilot told her

As the side doors opened, Jessikal looked around. The area was highly flooded, the waters rushing out of the data center. She couldn't find him, her worry starting to grow. Then she spotted the unconscious Jedi, and motioned for the pilot to move over as she hooked herself to a wire. Jessikal lowered herself down, grabbing him firmly "Wow..okay you're heavier than you look." she said as she held onto him.

Jessikal motioned for her to be pulled back up into the gunship. She placed Anthony Gray onto a stretcher, letting the other 44th medics with her begin to tend to him. Jessikal looked back to outside before getting on comms, to the GADF

"This is Jessikal Skea of the 44th. If there is anyone else in need of an evac at the data center, make your way outside. I have a gunship, and medical supplies to ensure you all go back home alive today."

 

[Veradun Sharr]

Direct Tags: Darth Nefaron // Kasir Dorran
Others: Darth Strosius​

Nefaron’s fury was palpable, even to Veradun - though the boy assumed his Master’s growing wrath was due in part to their objective being utterly swiped from them, and not due to the fact that his High Priest did, in fact, live.

In the mix of the chaos, Veradun heard inhuman screeching, and witnessed as the imposter reacted violently to the glowing water’s touch, enough that the Sith clawed his way out of the immediate area with all haste, leaving the others behind. It only cemented further in the boy’s mind that this individual had not been Darth Strosius.

Veradun fought the urge to cower under the rageful gaze that Nefaron settled upon him when he dared to make such a commanding statement to the Sith Lord. For a brief moment, Veradun wondered if he would be struck dead for his audacity…even though his intentions had been only to protect himself. And, of course, his Master.

Luckily for the apprentice, the Dark Lord listened to reason and held back the advancing waters with the power of the Force…enough to buy them some time to begin making a hasty retreat from the weakened datacenter. The structure continued to groan and creak, signaling that it was weakening under the strain it had been put under. The sounds urged the boy to move faster, using the Force to aid his retreat, the desire to live further aiding him. Ahead of him, Darth Nefaron called for an evac shuttle to meet them both outside and near the datacenter, and together the two Sith forced their way up and through the crumbling building.

Finally, they reached the surface - and just in time, as another building began to buckle and collapse in on itself before tilting over and smashing into the side of the datacenter itself with the deafening sound of buckling metal and shattering glass. One of Nefaron’s ships awaited them, its ramp lowered as it hovered off the ground. The Sith Lord did not wait to see if the boy could manage leaping aboard the craft himself - instead, he used the Force to practically pick up and hurl his apprentice aboard. Veradun was hardly prepared for the violent throw, and he collided harshly against the interior of the ship where he lay in a heap for a few moments, groaning in pain as Nefaron barked orders for the ship to return to Anoat.

Perhaps it was his punishment for speaking to his Master in such a manner.

The ramp closed and sealed with a hiss, and slowly Veradun rolled over from his back and to his hands and knees. Pain rippled through him, made even more intense by the sheer exhaustion he was suddenly feeling. It was like someone had pulled the plug on his energy levels, and now he was bleeding dry. He coughed, groaned in pain once more. Certainly a couple of ribs were broken from the impact he had sustained, even with his blood splattered armor on.

Cautiously, Veradun shifted so that he was still in a kneeling position, slightly hunched over in the wrathful presence of his Master. The Nagai teen was silent, unsure of what would happen to him next, and he was doing his best to dissuade the Corpse Lord from unleashing his remaining fury upon him.

Thoughts, like glass shards, ripped through the boy’s mind. Everything had been going so well, or so he thought…what had happened? The shift of the battle had happened so quickly, and now they were denied the very thing his Master needed to better achieve his goals. A setback, for sure.

And what about the two figures who had suddenly cropped back up in the boy’s life? The imposter who had felt like his former High Priest, looked like him too…and then the familiar voice and presence of the man he knew as Kasir. The man who had been almost like a big brother to the boy, who had guided him through the streets of Faldos as the boy had searched for his missing family members…then disappeared after returning Veradun to the Jutrand Academy. The Nagai hadn’t heard a thing from the Darkseeker…until today.

Kasir had called him his ‘brother’, had given him a chance to make a run for it, and encouraged the boy to save his own life. But now the boy was left in a confused state of mind. Just when he had been so sure that no one from his life cared anymore, he was reminded that he truly wasn’t abandoned.

The glimmer of who Veradun was, what his Master worked to snuff out and destroy…resurfaced. The boy cast a wary glance over at the infuriated form of Darth Nefaron once more. He knew what would happen if his Master learned the truth, learned of his connections to Kasir. The boy couldn’t risk it - not while the Lord of Fear lived. Perhaps one day, he would be able to enjoy the bond between brothers, and know what it was like to have that.

But for now, the boy would have to pretend that Kasir was nothing more than another wretch underneath his and his Master’s boot.

[EXIT POST]
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[Zachariah Conway]

Location: Woostri
Tags: Drystan Creed | Srina Talon
Equipment: Lightsaber | Sith Armour | Helmet
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Lightning sparked across the entire battlefield.

Zachariah had charged his foe, jumping at the last second to add even more force to his attack. He'd seen the golden blade of his opponent raise to meet him and it had been too late to react. It had been to late to dodge or block. He just had to take it.

The weapon of Drystan Creed had struck his side. The force of it had blown him sideways, split the sky. Every single cell within his body felt like there were millions of volts were flowing through it. Every single cell within his body felt nothing but pain.

How it didn't slice straight through him was testament to the engineering abilities of Commodore Helix . The armour that he'd made when the young boy had returned from Elrood had done it's job more than once during the battle of Woostri.

The weapon of Latens had also struck true. Where it had hit, Zachariah couldn't be sure. He was long unconcious before it had connected with it's target. He was aiming for the head but the force of the lightning explosion had blown him sideways. It was likely he hit an arm at most.

Taeli Raaf 's portal saved his life. The force of the impact had knocked him through the portal and away from the fight. He was wounded, exhausted and unable to fight anymore. The best thing that could have happened was that he was removed from the fight.

The portal however brought him out in the sky.

Plummeting towards the floor.

Very quickly.

And he was too unconcious to do anything about it.

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Woostri, Data Center //:
//: Kaila Irons //: Eira Dyn //: Colette //: Ko Vuto //:
//: Corazona von Ascania //: - TY for the building present xD
//: Attire //:

It was invigorating.

The pure essence of the Jedi coursed through her, feeding that insatiable hunger. Why had she not done this before? What stopped her from doing this? So many Jedi have come to face her. Instead, she manipulated them so that they would not fight, or she could fend them off long enough for help. Why hadn't she fed the deep yearning she always felt constantly.

Because she was forbidden.

The animalistic act of feeding on another had been burned into her head as a gateway of no return. Everything went back to who she was, what she was, and what allowed her to breathe. Her fingers tightened, wanting the flow to continue, to give her everything that was the Jedi.

Colette would belong to her, her soul consumed through the Force.

Through the drunken haze, Quinn felt the heat against her flesh, melted leather and cloth clinging to her as she realized what the Jedi had done. Anger flashed as her prey suddenly found the urge to fight back. Quickly, Quinn found herself tossed aside from the Jedi. She hated breaking the connection that was fueling her before she broke away. Her blood was on her hands, Quinn channeled the Force through it and marked just under the Jedi's ear. She wouldn't escape; Colette would never be able to escape the Echani Princess.

Quinn needed a moment to collect herself, but the flames that had collected on her soon became snuffed as she absorbed its energy. Quinn could feel the hunger screaming for her to return to the Jedi, finish her, and consume everything she was. Standing, Quinn's face showed the effects of the flames that threatened to engulf her. Flesh burned, cauterized from the righteous flame of the Jedi. Slowly, as she watched Colette help the dying Kel'dor, her skin would smooth and heal the burns.

Her thoughts were obsessed with Colette; this Jedi continued to slip through her fingers. Quinn had been so close all she wanted was to finish it. With one step, she felt the dirt under her heel sink as the building around them was in ruin. With another step, everything around her was muted except for the heartbeat of the Jedi; she could sense the struggle, the panic, the delicious determination to save her dying companion. The hunter watched her prey, remembering the way her life tasted. It was all Quinn wanted right now, even with her Apprentice's voice speaking in her mind. Her focus remained on the Jedi.

<<Beloved>>​

A word that she had only heard in her mother's name. Hearing Kaila's voice drew the Echani from her predacious hunt. Her lover's voice was enough for the Echani to find relief. She had prepared to destroy the Jedi and use the woman's Force energy to reach into the Nether and draw Kaila back to her.

She was significantly relieved when her paramour broke through the rubble, drawing the power of the beings she had conquered. A thin smile spread across her lips, pleased by the display of power by her precious knight. The Storm began to give way with the light of the Jedi pouring from the waters. The Princess's never-ending pool of darkness fed whatever was left of the force storm. Quinn exhaled, and she began to calm down, knowing that their retreat was imminent - Eira collapsed and, in the same breath as the Apprentice fell, so did the sky. Crackled rubble showered over the Echani, her hair dusted from the old building that had suddenly begun to fall over them. The sky wasn't supposed to rain debris.

Looking up, the sky rained, building particles large enough to crush them. Thinking quickly, the Echani approached the sky, her Force Storm suddenly gaining direction. It roared to life as if the Force Storm had suddenly become a sentient beast bent on destroying whatever lay in its path. Large chunks of the building hovered and soon began to weather away as the dark clouds swirled, creating a small pocket deep within resources. Like on Echnos, the Storm had become its own.

Quinn had to focus everything on the Force storm. If anything happened to her, she would lose complete control of the monstrosity she had created. "Grab, Eira!" Quinn shouted the order for Kaila. Her first concern was the pair, then she looked to the Jedi, as one of her hands remained raised, connecting to the Storm through the Force.

"Jedi," she spoke, her voice dark and threatening as her gaze burned into Colette. "Savor this moment; the Force grants you another breath—but make no mistake, it's borrowed time." Another deep roar from the Storm consumed the building. "I will carve the light from your bones and watch the Force forget your name."

The moment Colette and Ko retreated, safe from the falling building, Quinn would draw her hand to her chest, sealing the beast within her. Her mind would close, drawing in the released darkness she had fed into the battlefield. Whatever debris that had not been consumed by her fury would fall behind them, crushing the remains of their battlefield. Quinn would walk past Kaila, stopping for just a moment, the back of her hand caressed gently against the damaged helmet.

"I'm glad you are safe." It was all the Echani would say as they marched home towards where the Empress had summoned them.

 

[Festerruman Sachiel]

"I will bring distress upon men, And they shall walk like blind men, Because they have sinned against our LORD; Their blood shall be poured out like dust, And their flesh will turn to rotten refuse."​

Tags: Gress D'ran Ysennia Lee Nos Voros Jessikal Skea Shan Katherine Holt Tigris Everest Vale Azurine Varek Ashley Nevermore Srina Talon Commodore Helix Darth Malum of House Marr

Spoiler: Forces Arrayed

• Taskforce Mirial of the Pact of Apophis
  • 5 Pravus-Class Assault Walker (-1)
    • Absinthine - Fusion - Lightly Damaged
    • Rhadanaeus - 406mm
    • Dies Bellator - Fusion - Badly Damaged/Shields down
    • Mettalum Salvator - Fusion - Dead
    • Corolvaeos -406mm - Lightly Damaged
    • Mettalum Ignis - Fusion
  • 6 Sagittarius Tank Hunter
  • 10 Parum-Class Medium Walker (-20)
  • 50 Mors Ferro Heavy Battle Tank
  • 60 Loculus Armoured Personnel Carrier
  • 600 Dismounted Infantry (-300)

The 89th Armoured Battalion and part of the Assam Rifles Regiment had just barely made it over the bridges before they were vaporized by Alliance artillery. Tanks and walkers made metalic screams as the ground underneath them crumbled, sending them pitching into the blood and oil stained waters. Crews struggled to escape from their floundering vehicles and water seeped through the hatches and air ran out.

Taskforce Mirial had found themselves trapped on the wrong side of the river.

“Continue the assault. Do not let up. Disregard losses. I leave tactical command to officers on the ground,” said Asenath.

“Sir?” one of the menials rose from their station. In the less enlightened ranks amongst the rest of the Sith, she would have been shot where she stood for questioning a command. The Pact of Apophis may be a cult dedicated to the destruction of the Galaxy but they weren’t savages. The Warmaster had only prevailed so far by listening to the doubts of those beneath Him.

There was a great lurching on the bridge as the walker took a direct strike. The shields, ripped off the wreckage of an ancient Imperial Star Destroyer, held. Barely.

“We are encircled,” he explained. “Given enemy interference in the rearline it will take an hour for bridging equipment at the very least to be brought up. We remain where we stand and the foe will pummel us into the ground. But continue the attack with greater ferocity and we shall smash the foe before they can muster the force required to crush us. Do not let up. Do not let these so-called ‘hellstompers’ the opportunity to rest and regroup. We either carve a way towards the datacenter in the next hour or this city will be our grave. I place my faith in our rearline reserves to contain the aerial attack.”

He stared at the enemy Sphinx Walkers with pure hatred in his eyes.

“Tell every single loyal servant of the Warmaster this side of the river that there is no way but forward!”

The Six Pravus-Class Assault Walkers, sacred machines blessed by the Warmaster and their Goddess, advanced under enemy fire. Each time their claws dug into the earth, the trembled all around them. Asenath intended to use his superior numbers to his maximum advantage, his walker formation assuming a half crescent shape. He would pummel the foe from the front and flanks.

They unleashed every single weapon they had on their disposal at the GADF Walker Kraken. The plan of attack was to bring down one enemy walker at a time before moving onto the other. A single kill would halve the firepower of the foe. Rhadanaeus and Corolvaeos let loose with their 406mm main guns simultaneously. The cannons firing unleashed such a terrible roar that anyone within a kilometer lacking audio protection found their eardrums bleeding. The barrel-flash was so bright that it looked like grounded stars were being switched on and off. Hypersonic ten-ton shells wailed through the air packed with baradium-impregnated detonite. Autoloaders screeched as they loaded in another multi-ton shell. Powder charges were rammed in quick succession. Five seconds after the first shot, the second salvo began. Just like the Hammer Batteries of the Alliance, Fragors were designed to murder fortresses encased under a mountain.

Asenath hoped that the massive energy from the high-ex shells he was dumping into the Kraken would weaken its shields for the finishing blow. But before the other four walkers could unleash their main batteries, return fire came.

Corolvaeos and Absinthine took successive hits from the Hammer batteries that tested the very limits of their shields. Mettalum Salvator wasn’t as lucky. A double whammy from the Thunderers ion and turbolaser blasts stripped away its shielding. Further strikes sent it staggering back, trailing fire and plasma from its rents in the hull. The Pravus-Class Walker was finished off when its Duralloy armour failed to reject a strike from Ceberus that went straight into its Fusion Reactor. The catastrophic meltdown raised the temperature within the walker to rise to a heat akin to that of the sun’s surface. Its crew shrieked as the meat seared from their bones and sloughed down their bodies like molten wax. The miniature atomic detonation that followed vaporized everything within four city blocks.

Caught in the shockwave of the blast, Dies Bellator shuddered as nuclear fire swept over it. For a moment Asenath feared that it had fallen alongside Mettalum Salvator. But as the radioactive ash cleared, it emerged. Its shield was gone. Its armour was blackened and dented. Smaller turrets ripped off. But it was still standing. Still intact. Still angry.

“Fire!” the Chervertim-Colonel bellowed. “Bring it down! Bring it down!”

The three walkers unleashed their Fusion Guns at Kraken. The force of three of them firing simultaneously seemed to tear the atmosphere before them apart. Beams of pure proton energy erupted from their barrels, flash-boiling the air’s moisture in their wake. A strike from Kraken’s battery caused Absinthine to stagger and its stabilizer momentarily failed, causing the beam to strike the ground and gouge a dozen-meter deep trench in the ruined roadways, before it re-aimed back at the Kraken.

The Pravus-Class Walker’s secondaries did not stay silent, adding whatever munitions they could to the fight. Pairs of Heavy Turbolaser Cannons blasted from the chest of the walkers at the Sphinx’s while verpine shatter guns and binary laser cannons peppered at exposed weaponry and sensors. In particular the gunners of the smaller weaponry seemed to be targeting the speakers, eager to silence the song that had signaled their humiliation on Mirial.

The space between the two side’s walkers became a wasteland. The air was so thick with shells and laser fire that a gnat couldn’t hope to fly through. Even the vaunted mechanized troops avoided this ground for fear that a stray blast might annihilate an entire company. This was a battle between walkers.

A battle between Gods forged by Durasteel.

The war between the Walkers was not the only clash of armour. The vanguard of Parum-Class Walkers were about to overwhelm the positions of the Alliance troops when the EMP bombs of the foe detonated within their midst. Poorly protected against such attacks, the crushing advance came to a screeching halt as the front-most walkers locked up, forcing the walkers behind them to stop and turn long enough for the Alliance soldiers to retreat in good order. Follow-up Pact Infantry surged forward to protect the knocked-out armour only to wonder why everything around them had turned moist.

They didn’t wonder for long as their corpses jerked and danced like marionettes.

By the time the crippled walkers had been pulled off the line any chance to overwhelm Firestorm in retreat was lost. But the battle was still far from over.

Despite the constant artillery of the Hellstompers the Pact Troopers quickly regrouped with minimal losses. Evolution’s wreck barely posed a nuisance to the veteran combat-pioneers as it was cleared away and plundered for what little weaponry still remained. The corpses of the three Nexus walkers killed were also successfully pilfered with Cobra King’s actually brought back online, albeit its cannon unable to be made operational again.

The Pact pushed onwards again in long columns moving throughout the city. Several times they were halted by strange Force Traps of Shan though the explosives left behind by Connel Vanagor 's Special Forces were easily dismantled by forward engineers. Contact was soon made with the new defensive line.

When Asenath heard the news a grin spread across his face. Attritional warfare was his domain.

Several prisoners from other Alliance formations had been captured after they recovered from the effects of Darth Nefaron 's fear toxin. Their tortured screams were played over loudspeakers brought up to the front before their mutilated corpses were displayed on the tops of the city’s spires in full view of defending Alliance forces.

The opening of the second battle came when Cobra King suddenly emerged from the ruins, sprinting headfirst at Alliance lines while activating its distress signal. Its heavy shielding was maxed out as its weaponry was useless. Its cabin was packed to the brim with thermal detonators, it smashed right into the center of the Stormpiercers gathering for a counter-attack before the single Pact crewmember martyred himself.

Then came the surge of armor, like a tidal wave of steel, on the Hellstomper’s defensive line. Mors Ferro Battle Tanks supported by direct fire towed artillery blasted apart defensive position after defensive position with their massive 240mm main guns. They lowered down their dozer blades as they moved onto the trenches, intending to bury their defenders alive.

Those positions that couldn’t be broken down by tank fire had Loculus APCs come up to near-point blank range to unload their infantry under withering suppressive fire. Dressed in heavy armour the Pact Combat-Pioneers advanced forward, hurling satchel charges into bunkers slits. Once the satchel charges blew the Combat-Pioneers charged through the breaches to butcher the defenders with vibro-billhooks and scatter-guns. Those dug in positions that rejected multiple assaults had barrels of fuel poured into them before setting them alight.

Barricades were broken down by the claws of the surviving Parum Walkers who were unleashing volleys of Proton Torpedos point-blank into Hellstomper positions.

A kill-team of six Sagittarius Tank Hunters reaped bloody havoc. With whisper-quiet engines and camo-netting they targeted dug-in Hellstomper armour with their lethal Pulse Cannons, firing a shot before slipping into the backline to find a new victim.

Artillery was now falling on aid stations and supply depots. It wasn’t coming from the main battery as they were now occupied fending off the attacks of Ysennia Lee . But rather that the supposedly trapped troops had fashioned improvised artillery of their own. Using cookware and left-behind fuel canisters they created massive siege mortars. Catapults and trebuchets hidden behind buildings hurled captured Alliance shells right back to their original owners. Makeshift barrels of fuel-air bombs were rolled downhill into suspected Alliance positions.

The battle at the defensive line became akin to that of hell. Infernos ripped through entire blocks. Gun Battles took place at point-blank range. Alliance and Pact troopers murdered each other amongst the corpses of their comrades. Tanks crushed friend and foe alike under their threads.

An unstoppable force against an immovable force.

The Hellstompers refused to budge. The Pact did not relent.

Coruscant’s Demons vs the Devils of Pandemonium.

​

Ysennia Lee air-assault infantry and light walkers would be running into a challenge. Down to a mere twelve men, the remaining Death Brigadiers made a good standing of themselves by distracting an entire company from the frontline. From the front, their Wolfsbane armor was akin to that of a main battle tank as they confronted the GARTs from prepared ambush positions. They took multiple strikes that walloped them to the ground, but they quickly got back up again. The Death Brigadiers didn’t need to target the walker riders; instead, they used their immense firepower to bring down the walkers themselves.

One of the Death Brigadiers wielded a Blast-Spray Cannon that ripped straight from a gunship like it was nothing as he let down an unrelenting barrage on the oncoming walkers. The single Brigadier was unleashing a level of firepower only a platoon could hope to match without a single pause, the generator on his back allowing him to keep blasting like there was no tomorrow.

Another had a shoulder-mounted proton torpedo launcher that he was letting loose while he held an automatic grenade launcher in his hands.

But despite the sheer firepower they were outputting, receiving fire took their toll. Two Death Brigadiers finally fell after their armor finally failed after being hit hundreds of times by the blaster cannons of the walkers. One had the life squeezed out of him by the crushing claws of a walker that had overrun his position.

Surrounded and with ammo nearly out, the nine remaining realized they had mere minutes left to live.

So they decided to sell their lives dearly.

The nine of them charged forward with shocking speed. Servos in their armor’s exosuit activated and propelled them forward. In a mere ten seconds, they had covered nearly a hundred meters. Burnt-out cars and any walkers unfortunate enough to find themselves in the charge found themselves shunted aside like toys. It was like a hovertrain was ripping through Alliance lines.

Wielding Vibro-maces they had a single target: Captain Farresh and her Command Staff.

Spoiler: Summary and off-screen stuff

-Pravus Class Walkers engage Gress Walkers, focusing on the Kraken. Two are firing their massive high-explosives. The other three are blasting with heavy proton cannons. One is killed and another badly damaged with shields gone.
-Airlanding and Gunships have shut down strategic-level artillery
-Pact forces make contact with the Hellstomper and Snowpiercer frontline, aiming to dislodge it before the counterattack can be prepared. They do so with maximum ferocity as this is their expertise.
-The surviving nine Death Brigaders make a charge to kill Captain Farresh and her Command Staff

 

[Kaila Irons]

Location: Data center, moving to exfil
Wearing: Armor + Mask
Allies: Quinn Varanin Eira Dyn
Enemies: Ko Vuto Colette
Indirect: Corazona von Ascania

The light where Kaila's eyes should have been stared unblinking.

The Dread Princess which stood before her was not quite that little royal anymore. They'd sparred and trained together before, but she'd never bore witness to what Quinn was truly capable, even Echnos had been a mere taste. She'd always been polite in her own way, so kind, so caring even towards the little sithlings she trained in the academy.

The Jedi—no, her love—had brought something great and terrible out of her, when Kaila's connection severed.

The echani's pale hands were wrapped around the Jedi's throat, the very same who'd struck her down with the light, and fiery tendrils snaked out, choking from them what life her hands did not. She knew what it was, knew the hunger this power inflicted upon all who dared wield it. Adeline Noctua had warned her long ago, stopped Anathemous from learning it, caused her to pursue other means of power for her own safety.

Is this why...?

<<...Beloved...>>

​

She whispered through their reestablished connection, choked worry bleeding into their shared minds.

Eira Dyn 's collapse brought her attention back to the task at hand, gaze snapping over her shoulder just as the Jedi escaped. She turned sharply, summoning her scattered weapons in hand as she dashed towards Eira's stilled form. She did not pursue them, for that was not her role. Whatever it may say of her, Kaila did not purse the foe, regardless if Anathemous wanted to or not. Rather she placed herself between them and the fallen apprentice, prepared to suffer their wrath yet again to defend her.

But they all had bigger problems, it seemed.

The neighboring building groaned and shook long before she saw it come crashing down. She knelt down to pick up Eira, shielding the apprentice with her armored back, bracing for what may well have been their deaths.

Until Quinn ate the bloody building.

By the time Kaila opened her eyes, the sorceress had deployed a wormhole, and it had destroyed the most dangerous debris and impact in seconds, saving both Sith and Jedi alike.

"Grab, Eira!"

Kaila blinked, then released her breath which panic may have stolen otherwise.

"Yes," she was reminded of her task "Eira, yes."

With a soft grunt, she would lift the bleeding apprentice in her arms, carrying her much the same as she had carried the princess out of that burning city. It felt like so long ago now, though she knew it been frightfully recent.

"I'm glad you are safe." It was all the Echani would say as they marched home towards where the Empress had summoned them.

Kaila paused but briefly in her tracks.

Never in her life had she felt more loved than this day, not even her restored memories could compare to that morning, nor even the zeal with which the princess protected her knight.

But as she continued walking, she wondered, was Quinn always like this, or had they changed one another?

<<...are you alright...? is it still you in there...?>>




[fin~]

​

 

[Colette]

Ko Vuto / Katherine Holt
Quinn Varanin / Kaila Irons / Eira Dyn

As weak of a consolation as it was, Ko's survival brought a smile to Colette's lips and as he fell to the floor she mustered the strength to help him rise again and get back on his feet. This was a defeat, but more than that a defeat they lived to tell about. Many others were not so lucky that they could claim the same. To give up now would be a disservice to not just them but their own efforts to stop the Sith from getting further into the facility than they already had, and in that regard it was fair to say that Colette and Ko had managed admirably.

She wrapped her arm around Ko's back, put his arm over her shoulders to help support each other once it was clear that their foes were just as keen on licking their own wounds as Colette was to lick hers. A grunt and a groan rumbled in her throat and through her gritted teeth as she got the man back on his feet again.

"I know, friend." She whispered in consolation to Ko. He had every right to not want to retreat even if it was the wiser choice. "I know."

A voice scratched at the back of her mind, or was it her hearing? Things were getting hazy, her grasp on reality feeling ever looser by each passing moment. She looked around, eyes eventually meeting with the Echani once more.

"Jedi, savor this moment; the Force grants you another breath - but make no mistake, it's borrowed time."

The rest were little more than misguided threats from a child who had been denied their favorite toy. Colette looked at Quinn for a moment longer and shook her head. Not out of anger but out of pity. The list of things that must have gone wrong in her life to end up this broken must have been enormous.

"I'm sorry for you." That was all she said because that was all she had to say. Not that it mattered much once the battle unwinded and came to its inevitable end. The Sith wouldn't listen and Colette would go back to doing what she could to continue protecting others from them.

Well, if she survived anyway. The voice of Katherine Holt rang into the comms and Colette wearily pulled the device out to speak into it.

"Kat, it's…" She felt the wear and tear rip at her consciousness. "It's me." She mumbled into its vocalizer. "I-... Ko needs help. Building. Roof. Lightssssabe-..."

The rest went unspoken as the woman collapsed on the floor, unconscious. It would seem a body could only keep functioning for so long while losing blood. Rescue would come eventually, but Colette would not be awake to see it. While teetering on the edge of life and death, it was later deemed a miracle she had survived for as long as she did in the first place.

But that was a story for another time. As far as Colette's involvement in the assault on Woostri went, this is where the books closed.

 

[Jhyrack]

TECHNOLOGIC

ENEMIES: Ran Serys

Once more, Ran grabbed Jhyrack’s arm, pressed her feet against his chest and with as much of the force and her strength as she could muster, she pushed herself out of his grip. His claws dug deep into her flesh as she wrenched herself from the minotaurs vice-like grasp.

Jhyrack held his position as the mirialan found her feet. She used her strength well and thought quickly. He could only think that in this whole city he had been lucky to walk into a worthy fight.

"You were worth fighting!" he declared. As she watched, his tongue cleaned his claws. He smiled as he started to reach for his lightsaber.

"We will find a word that rhymes better with..."

Glass exploded, concrete cracked, the entire building tilted. Along the ley lines of shatterpoint the building dismantled as Ran forced it’s parts down onto Jhyrack’s head in hopes of creating the Lord’s tomb.

"....fuck."

Jhyrack roared in defiance, but he only had time to raise his arms above his head. He drew upon the Force, but in just a moment his world was pain and noise and darkness.

---

Some time later

It started as a small shower of rocks. Then a piece of duracrete launched across the floor. Jhyrack dragged himself out of the detritus.

He looked around. He shook dust and dried blood from his thick mane.

He was somewhere below the surface. A subsurface transport tunnel or a forgotten part of the city.

With a grunt, he limped towards a concrete column.

"What a magnificent..."

Jhyrack slammed his shoulder into the column, setting his shoulder back in the socket. His roar echoed down the tunnels. His shoulder was layers of thick muscle and it took huge force to set it back.

"...Jedi."