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

[Wedge Draav]

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X-Wing "Antilles" Model
Goodies: Revenant Squadron l Kelly T. Perris l Shar Sieu l Kaul "Joker" Emos l Addison Porte l
Baddies: Madelyn Lowe l Amelia von Sorenn

Fight like Hell.​

Across the stars, in the cold unending, unceasing void of space- a streak of jet-black and a dark shade of orange came streaking from above the axis of advance of the Sith armada. Engines flared, warnings flared. Targeting systems engaged. He flicked on his local Transponder for just a moment, with an identifier- visible to even the Sith Forces.

Revenant Squadron. Revenant Six. The man who felled the Crimson Liners. Who bombed the hell out of the Sith at Tython. Who had more confirmed air-to-air kills and air-to-ground kills than any pilot in Alliance history. He let his voice crackle over the open comms, then shutting off as soon as he was done speaking.

"Revenant Actual, on Station."

He turned his head, watching the Alliance get into position, and that giant, terrible machine fire it's horrible ugly purple beam of light. It struck several Alliance vessels, sending their crews and ships into the cold void of space.

Revenant and Wedge would answer. He pressed the throttle forward, his X-wing scouring several fighter escorts as it streaked across the Sith battle formation. He turned his head, not having an astromech to fly him. Wedge was that good. No astromech to target, jam, or fall short. No, it was him and him alone in the cockpit. He opened a line to the Fleet Captain, Isoroku Spruance .

"Revenant Squadron will assist the escort. Waiting for higher tasking."

No negotiation, no tasking. No, Wedge was not going to do anything other than make sure that whatever needed to get to the enemy, got there. He took the lead of the attack formation, glancing to and fro from the other X-wings that were gathered. He pulled his S-foils out, clicking his teeth. The X-wing had been recently repainted. Everything was clean. Perfect. Engines hummed. He pressed forward, leading the attack.

 

[Lily Decoria]

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Location: Aboard the Mors Mon
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Crossguard Lightsaber, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed)
Allies: 5 NPC Jedi Knights
Tags: Darth Carnifex | Quintessa Zambrano

As the team moved forward, Lily knew something was off. The shadows favoured the Sith Lord and getting to this room had not been difficult. In fact, it had been too easy. She knew that there were meant to be multiple teams that were spread out and the objective was to spread the Sith defensive forces thin. This was still way too easy. Her hand reached for her Lightsaber and she held the hilt ready to ignite the blade in a moment's notice. Especially since they were at their objective and she knew that Carnifex would prey on them individually if he could.

Then the hairs stood at the back of her neck, danger was incoming and she instinctively reached forward, blasting Sharpe forward. Sending the leader of the strike team just out of reach from the initial attack of the Sith Lord. Saving him from a death blow. Lily then ignited her cyan blade, a second later, the rest of the strike team ignited their Lightsabers of various colours.

"Plan's changed, we fight all together, then deal with the weapon!" Sharpe called out, panting hard as he realised how close he came to dying in that moment. His reflexes were not as sharp as Lily's in that moment.

However, before the team could mobilise to fight, a curse came from the rear. Pla had dodged the worst of the attack but the back of his calves were cut and severely hindered his movements. It was only the pure instincts of the battle precognition that had ensured they were not instantly down two fighters.

Lily knew that things were in bad shape. "Whoever attacked is fast. Be on alert!" Sharpe called out, recognising that they were dealing with more than just Darth Carnifex, who would be more than enough on his own. This was some kind of speedster that moved faster than a Master with Force Speed.

Breathing in sharply, she moved forward and sliced towards Carnifex. Utilising Vaapad, she was determined that this other fighter would make an error if they saw Carnifex in trouble. They needed to pressure him to make an error to force this other person to make a more severe error. Sharpe and Lyle were on her tail with their own attacks as Grest focused on using the Force to heal the cuts on the back of Pla enough to bring him back into the fight.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

His blade has missed, but such things mattered little to the Dark Lord. Burning eyes turned to look at each of the Jedi one after the other, finally settling on Lily Decoria; a familiar face. Where some Lords of the Sith might have taken this time to recite ominous and threatening monologues in the presence of the Jedi, the Dark Lord didn't believe there was anything to say. Words were wasted on corpses, even if these particular corpses hadn't realized they died already.

Rather, He flourished His blade with a twirl and rolled His shoulders, letting them make the next move. Lily's attack came quick, she recognized the true scope of the danger they found themselves in. Two others came to support her, the rest of her team keeping back; it would be Quintessa's duty to deal with them.

Red blade flashed to meet Lily's, catching and redirecting the momentum of her swing away from His body. In came the other two, their belief in numbers betraying the fear that had begun to take root. He met their blades just as easily, His single weapon moving fast enough to deal with their three. The Dark Lord was a seasoned veteran of a thousand different conflicts, a savant of the saber. He'd once faced the entire Jedi Council of ages past and almost killed them to a man, but had been brought low by a talented few.

Coupled with His masterful skill with a lightsaber was His total command of the Force. He wielded it strategically, using it to pull at their limbs to catch them off-balance, to hurl items to split their concentration, and to even alter the position of their weapon to adversely affect their precision. He did this so effortlessly that it quickly became apparent just how wide the gulf in power between Him and the Jedi truly was.

Lily Decoria | Quintessa Zambrano ​

 

[Jonyna Si]

Tag: Reina Daival Darth Empyrean​

"Tell me, Jedi of History, do you remember what happened to the last Alliance? Do you recall how its greatest ships were sundered in the orbit of Coruscant, or how the core was pillaged of its wealth by the Sith before me?"

"Their only mistake was not going far enough."

"See, that's the funny thing. I wasn't there, but I've certainly read about it. I've also read about the fall of your last Empire. Shattered into pieces by civil war, surrounded and attacked by every name under the galactic umbrella. Imperials, Mawites, Jedi and Crusaders alike. I've seen it long before you were born, again and again. Because no matter how far you go, no matter how many planets you destroy, you can't destroy hope." Jonyna spoke in defiance, her tone firm and filled with a youthful rebellion she hadn't drawn on in years.

This was her first real chance challenging a sith lord. Not sparring with them in a fruitless duel, not standing against one only interested in conflicts long past, no.

She was standing up to one today. A battle of words.

"I could fight you, but what would that accomplish? Feeding your ego, certainly, but I don't sit on anyone's lap and call them pretty unless I want to. And you? Ew. I have better standards than to entertain someone who needs a ship that big to feel good in the morning. I don't need you, sith. I'm not fighting for any reason other than the fact it's the right thing to do, standing up for those who don't have the power to. Unlike you, I don't care about power, or money, or land. I'm not smart enough to be a politician, I'm not rich enough to think I'm better than anyone, and I'm not stupid enough to act like I'm some god. So politely, buzz off. I'm trying to focus."

Every word was laced with a calm, determined venom. She didn't hate the sith, far from it. To her, the sith were just another order wanting to study the Force.

In theory.

It was people like this Space Cadet who she couldn't stand. Wanna-be tyrants who needed a blaster bolt to the chest.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Empyrean laughed, long and echoed in the metaphysical air.​

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"Did you stop reading about me after you found out my name?", he said with a hoarse, ichor filled gravel.​

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"My Empire? I was building your Alliance when the Sith fell - Alongside Chandra and Cedric Grayson. I was funding your order, your economy, your consolidation of the Core. I was never even apart of the 10th Empire, but I take pity on your for your ignorance. I don't fight for power, or money, or land. I was born a slave, and I'll die a liberator. No matter what false little stories you tell yourself - You've always been the one perpetuating destruction in the name of the Force."​

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"Kill yourself, Jedi. Make right what you've punished this galaxy with. When the next slave is born, when the next child dies of hunger, remember it was you who did it. Remember the children who die in the lower levels of Coruscant every single day while you sit atop a pillar of moral superiority. It wasn't fear I smelled, it was hubris: blind and unerring."​

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With that, his spirit fell away as the storm began to surge again under the guidance of the Sepulchral and Kainites. Darth Carnifex had helped with that much, and had already begun to utilize Penumbra to great effect. Madelyn Lowe called for fire support, and the Emperor would give it. In a moment.​

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He gave a quiet command from his throne to one of the gunnery captains. With a few shouts, a range of long range batteries pointed exactly to the point in space Empyrean had called for. Like a salute, the guns rang out in a direct assault onto a single point: the fastest way to the faux meditation circle Jonyna Si sat in. Afterwards, the guns would be returned to the targets Lowe called out - the Emperor's fancy had been settled for now.​

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Of course he didn't expect them to fight him. They always thought the idea of sacrifice was enough, but true sacrifice was always a step too far. He imagined, if they were truly willing to commit, they could have killed him, Carnifex, and any other Sith they wanted with ease. Cowards, however, always make excuses.​

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Empyrean would not. Whether he took this world or not, he would see it burned as a message.​

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"If the Archive is not taken, I will burn it from orbit.", he offered through his link to Srina Talon .​

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"Be swift - my patience with the Jedi grows thin."​

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He turned back to reality and motioned for the Legate Marr to come closer.​

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"Send out a message to Gerwald Lechner - let him know I'm moving up the timeframe. If our objective is not taken by the end of the day, the Mors Mon will make it a crater, and we will return tomorrow to finish the job."​

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

ANS Mon Mothma
10th Sector Armada
Allies: Jonyna Si | Lily Decoria | Reina Daival | Isoroku Spruance
Opposition: Darth Empyrean | Darth Carnifex | Aspect of Resolve | Madelyn Lowe
Objective: Push back the Mors Mon

She was not uncaring toward the tremendous loss of life that was wrought by the destructive beam of energy that issued forth from the Mors Mon and tore through her fleet. She was not cold nor callous in her feelings towards those beneath her command even as she stood silently like a pillar defiant against the very elements themselves. She stepped forward, her golden-yellow hues flashing swiftly to a brilliant and vibrant blue, kept hidden beneath the helm that she wore. Slipping her arms over her chest, she remained stoic, she could mourn the losses later, as it would do no good for anyone that remained for her to break down or find herself shuddering in abject terror.

She knew the Sith well, just as they had likely understood her and the Alliance, she understood that they sought conquest through fear, intimidation, and terror. Amelia understood that she would need to fight them, not as the Sith, she could not merely rush forward in a mad dash destroying everything in her wake, not when there were still lives that could be saved. Rather, she would fight in what many would consider an uncharacteristic way than what she had shown previously. That smirk remained, wondering just how many Sith on the other side expected her to lash out and lead a mad charge for the Mors Mon.

"Captain..."

Her voice was steady, calm, and measured as she looked over her shoulder, pivoting upon her heel and spinning around in a fluid and graceful motion that should not be possible for an individual in such heavy armor. Each step rang out across the silent command bridge, each echo craking the still air as the bridge crew froze upon seeing the destructive power that tore through the fleet. The ANS Nightengale and ANS Phobos didn't have warning, nor chance, the Patrol Frigates were torn asunder, and the crews in the Afterlife before they even knew that their vessels had been destroyed. The ANS Excalibur was lucky, the beam glancing off of its shields just long enough, though still tearing through its hull... the Star Destroyer was already listing, the gravity of Woostri beginning to pull the vessel down towards the surface. The ANS Elysium was the next to go, the beam tearing through the lower sections of the vessel, the crew attempted to keep the vessel afloat, and yet, only mere moments after being struck it went up in a stunning eruption of flames and metal.

"CAPTAIN..."

Amelia's voice was louder, though still not a yell, nor a shout. It was enough to snap the stunned individual back into the here and now, her hand coming to rest on her shoulder. Amelia nodded silently before she stepped behind the controls, taking the position over before she began to urge the Mon Mothma forward.

"There is nothing we can do for them now. We shall mourn them when it is appropriate and now is not that moment. Bring the DSS Shield Generator online and position the Mon Mothma in front of the fleet on an intercept course to take the brunt of the strike. It will give our other vessels time to recover any escape pods or shuttles that may have managed to deploy from our lost vessels."

She quickly went to work, pressing firmly against the console before she looked up again. Her vibrant, blue eyes fell upon the still stunned bridge crew, some beginning to move towards the consoles, others still frozen. She took in a deep breath, slowly exhaling as she closed her eyes and collected her thoughts. Memories of hundreds of battles flashed into her mind, flooding her senses with the ancient scents of blood and smoke that choked the air. Her eyes snapped open, and her voice tore through the bridge, breaking the silence and splitting the air.

"NOW!"

The singular snap was all that was needed for many to pull themselves back to their tasks, their training kicking in as they each rushed to their stations. In the void of space, a bellowing roar tore through the silence in a defiant challenge against the surging storm of the Mors Mon. The behemoth that was the ANS Mon Mothma seemed to shudder for a moment as its shields strengthened, sensors would easily read many of the Super Star Destroyer's weapons shuttering and deactivating as power drained away into the Planetary Shield Generator that the vessel carried aboard. The vessel pushed itself forward, rushing forth, though not to close the distance between itself and the Mors Mon, rather, it shifted its position, pulling into a wide arc and placing itself between the beam produced by the Penumbra and the rest of the fleet.

With a thunderous roar the vessel shuddered, its shields flickering though holding defiantly as the beam slammed into the side of the bulwark of the Alliance. Behind the behemoth, shuttles went to work in a relentless rush, attempting to collect what escape pods they could, though often finding none among the wreckage of those vessels that had been torn asunder. The ANS Excalibur plunged toward the Exosphere of the planet, its escape pods deploying, though some crew remained as they attempted to save the vessel.

"Ma'am, reports coming in from Ascendancy Squadron and Theselon Squadron. The ANS Aquila and the ANS Pyrrhus were both hit with glancing blows, their captains are reporting severe damage and have given the order to abandon ship. Theselon is reporting that the ANS Deimos is the only surviving ship from Sentinel Command, all others have either been destroyed or rendered inoperable with their crews abandoning ship."

Amelia let out a heavy sigh, holding back the roar of anguish that she desired to let loose. She pushed back the anger, shackled it, and kept a firm grip on the leash that kept the beast restrained who could easily overcome her should she permit. While the fleet was taking heavy losses, there was still the chance to strike back, all it would require was a bit of luck, some ingenuity, and hope that the shields of the Mon Mothma would hold. With a smirk crossing her lips once more, she pulled her attention towards the fleet.

"Bring up the ANS Endurance and deploy the Star Shield Strike Group to cover its approach. We're going to utilize its Magnite Crystal Tractor Beam Array, and hopefully, we can either knock that weapon out of alignment or start taking parts of the Mors Mon as payment. Have Ascendancy Squadron intercept and hold off part of the Sith Fleet, and send in the Obsidian Skirmish Line to reinforce Theselon Squadron losses."

Turning back to the console, she pressed firmly on the control panel to open up a channel.

"Fleet Captain Spruance, I'll leave the Sith Fleet you've currently engaged in your hands. Keep them away from the ANS Endurance and its escort, if you need additional support, Theselon Squadron will move in to assist if required."

Amelia stepped away from the console, moving towards the view screen once more and peering out across the void towards the enemy formation. She watched as the beam from the Penumbra impacted against the side of the Mon Mothma, watching the shields fluctuating though holding back the onslaught of the weapon. She crossed her arms over her chest before giving a singular nod, the bridge crew already pulling up firing vectors and solutions as the remaining weapons of the Mon Mothma were brought to bear and unleashed upon the enemy. Though greatly reduced due to the activation of its DSS Shield Generator, the vessel was still capable of unleashing an impressive barrage of Turbolasers, Proton Torpedoes, Ion Cannons, Breacher Ordnance, and Concussion Missiles.

Spoiler: Fleet

• ANS Mon Mothma
• Battlegroup Mothma
• Ascendancy Squadron
• Theselon Squadron
• Obsidian Skirmish Line
• 294 Total Starfighter Squadrons

Spoiler: Destroyed Ships

• ANS Excalibur - Plunging toward the surface
• ANS Nightengale
• ANS Phobos
• ANS Elysium
• ANS Aquila
• ANS Pyrrhus
• ANS Empress
• ANS Zephyr
• ANS Raven
• ANS Seraphim - Inoperable
• ANS Unity - Inoperable

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• ANS Mon Mothma activated its DSS-02 Planetary Shield Generator and intercepted the beam from the Penumbra
• Rescue and Recovery operation engaged to recover Escape Pods and shuttles from destroyed/damaged vessels
• Star Shield Strike Group deployed to cover the ANS Endurance approach to the Mors Mon
• Ascendancy Squadron engaging Admiral Delhan
• Theselon Squadron supporting Isoroku Spruance against Madelyn Lowe

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[Ashley Nevermore]

Tag: Azurine Varek Darth Carnifex
Equipment: See Codex Sub​

To say the jedi's plan was daring was an understatement.

Infiltrating the largest Star Dreadnaught in the galaxy was ballsy, and Phoenix Platoon was all about it. Still, they couldn't risk taking the entire platoon. Ashley had handpicked 5 men to follow her, alongside the jedi padawan, student of Valery Noble . Figures, the Grandmaster was always the one to pick up the crazy ones. Then again, maybe it was the Grandmaster who was teaching them to be crazy.

Her first was an obvious choice. 2nd Lt. "DJ" Fusisha, a Mirialan who had been Ashley's RTO from back when she was the platoon's medic. He'd lead them through the winding corridors, and act as their ears to what was happening outside of the ship.

The second choice was Master Sergeant "Bastard" Volor. The corellian who had taken over her old position. Someone she could trust to keep them alive through this. It wasn't a matter of if they got hurt, it was a matter of when. She knew that much.

Third was Specialist "Grenade" Bombock. The wookie would allow them the muscle they needed, and plenty of firepower to boot.

And the last two, Corporals "Shotgun" Gramda, and "Giggles" Si. The two best splicers and demomen in the platoon, and carrying enough plastic explosives to vaporize a Coruscanti Skyscraper.

The plan was, rightfully, crazy. They liked crazy. Skydive out of a stealthed shuttle onto the beast, and break into a vent system. Exactly the kind of thing Boxer would come up with.

"So you really like Joker?"

"Sweet Sylvar. Now? Of all times?"

Ashley had to take a moment to zone out Shotgun and Giggles. They were too busy gossiping as they leapt. It was just a moment, a moment of pure adrenaline. Ashley, for that single moment, closed her eyes and trusted the Force. It wasn't something she did often, but she knew better than to trust her own skill. Things like that got you cocky, and getting cocky got you killed.

Then they made contact, and all of them activated their manga-gloves at once, latching onto the side of the massive ship. She watched the jedi do her work, cutting into the vents with ease with SIA gadgets. She had brought a few herself in her bandolier, but she hoped they wouldn't need them.

For now though, she followed Azurine inside, motioning and allowing each of her men to enter first.

"DJ, radio back to HQ. Phoenix is in the nest."

"Copy. Radioing now."

Ashley let her RTO do his work, hoping their heavily encrypted comms would hold up. She looked over to the Padawan, letting out a sigh. "Where to, Master Jedi?"

It felt weird calling someone half her age that, then again, from the reports she got on this one, she was actually several hundred years older.

Into the belly of the beast they went, and only hell would follow.

 

[Quintessa Zambrano]

Location: Penumbra Firing Deck - Mors Mon
Objective: Defend the Mors Mon
Tag: Lily Decoria Darth Carnifex

Sliding to a halt exactly 12 meters away from the Jedi she had struck, Quintessa gave a low, throaty growl as her eyes swept across the group, studying their dispositions with a focused gaze. The three at the front of the group moved towards Kaine, while the other two—who she judged as the weakest —were left dazed and distracted by her blistering attack.

Cutting them down would be a trivial matter.

Passion flew first, launched from her hand in a forehand flick that sent the disc-shaped lightsaber flying towards Grest’s neck with all the speed of a missile as he tended to the wounds of the Jedi Quintessa had struck only a couple seconds prior. Prejudice came immediately after it, unleashed in a backhand throw intended to strike Pla in the neck.

If all went as she envisioned, the two Jedi would be decapitated one after the other.

However, Quintessa did not stop there. The Asa’nyx surged into a sprint, her body a blur of kinetic energy as she ran a semicircular arc around the Jedi group at podracer-like velocity before coming to a sudden stop directly behind them. Extending her arms, she called both Passion and Prejudice back into her grasp, intending to launch them in a relentless flurry of aerial attacks should her previous strikes prove unsuccessful or meet only partial success.

In such a case, Quintessa intended to bring to bear the full weight of her mastery with the chakram.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Pulsiva Bodysuit Mk. II
  
  • Boots
    
    • FAE/A-14 Energized Foot Gear
      
      • Jetboot Thrusters Removed
  • Helmet
    
    • FAE/U-06 Collapsing Mirrors
  • Miscellaneous Equipment
    
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
  • Aesthetic and Accouterments
    
    • Black Bodysuit Coloring
    • Red Arm Sleeves
    • Red Leggings and Boots
    • Kainate Symbol on Chest
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Passion and Prejudice
• Dancer's Wheels
• FAE/MDE-02-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (4)
• Supernal Infusion Vials
• Spirit Anchor Talisman
• Jin'Wodasir - Pins of Protection (2)

 

[Iris Arani]

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Her former Padawan, Iris Arani, was the next to receive a message.

To Iris Arani "Iris, it's Val. Like old times, huh?" "They're going to need you up there. Your battle meditation could turn the tide — keep them steady, keep them strong." "I'll see you again soon. May the Force be with you."

Old times, huh? Iris smiled faintly as she listened to the message, looked at the woman behind it. One of her earliest proper memories was like this. Her and Valery, fighting through the stars as the Sith drained the very will to live from the pilots around them. Then, she had been so filled with fear herself as the Sith threatened to consume her own fragile light.

But she hadn't been fragile then. Scared, but never fragile. Valery had shown her that.

All her life she'd been battling this fear. At first, the fear of being consumed by it. Her world all her childhood had been a realm of colors too deafening for her to even think of fear. There had been safety in that. When she'd finally gotten over that, she'd found herself bound to the fear she wasn't strong enough to defend others. To defend the people she cared about. Domxite had been taken, bled. Kai Bamarri had died. Briana Sal-Soren had lost her family. Ara Sheridan had ended up in jail. Corin Trenor had fled into the underworld of Denon.

Then the dreams. The manipulations of Darth Carnifex that only Domxite had really been able to help her with until Iris finally reached out for proper help. She'd thought herself in a better place then. The help had come, she'd started to move on. Turned to help the Jedi in a way she still could as a Shadow of the Order.

Threats to the Alliance, to the Jedi. Sith and marauders that, left alive, would only kill more people. She killed dozens, if not hundreds, as a Shadow. But that fear hadn't left her. That fear of the Dark had returned in force, in who she was becoming. So she left. She dropped everything and one day just left. Focused instead on becoming a doctor, on healing. It took time to get a hold of what the core of her fear really was.

She was afraid of the Dark, pure and simple. She didn't stop being afraid, that wasn't the difference now as she looked over the unfolding battle. She'd accepted that fear as part of who she was. That she would act despite her fear, not that she didn't have it. Not that she'd moved on. That's not what it meant to be a Jedi. Darth Carnifex was here, and that did scare her.

But it wasn't going to stop her any more.

"It's scary here, isn't it? Oppressive, with it's weight of fear." There were a number of oppressive dark signatures all over the place. Battle and war was underway, but those spots of pure black in the world of colors was certainly not going to help. She glanced down to Zaiya, giving her a smile. The last time these feelings had been around, Zaiya had been alone. Even with Iris's own fear, she hadn't been alone. She had her Master. This time, Zaiya wasn't going to be alone.

"Remember, you can't help them if you can't protect yourself first. Find your center. When you break through the chaos, you'll be able to see clearly. The fear they feel, that darkness that weighs on them, we'll help them to fight it off. To inspire." She took a breath before she sat down. "We're beginning, Supreme Commander." Aboard the bridge of Amelia von Sorenn 's vessel the Jedi started. Domxite joined, the droid seeming to go inactive as the Force shifted under her guidance. Battle meditation wasn't about removing the fear of battle, of the enemy, or the like. At least not hers. No, it was about inspiring the want to fight against that fear. Inspiring courage.

The Force didn't just shift under Iris's guidance. She pulled and weaved, her own understanding of her fear, of how to fight against it being the base of the painting she was now etching across the battlefield. The Sith would fight with fear in mind, but she would be the sword to cut through it, together with her Padawan. Just as Valery had done with her, all those years ago.

"It's okay to be afraid. It's human, even. But we are so much more than our fears, Zaiya. That's what we're reminding them."

With that, the Battle Meditation began.

Zaiya Ceti | Amelia von Sorenn | Azurine Varek | Jonyna Si | Isoroku Spruance | Reina Daival | Lily Decoria

 

[Aspect of Resolve]

Objective: Defend the Mors Mon
Forces:

• 1 Krovos-class Star Destroyer (The Justicar)
• 2 Harrower-class Cruisers
• 3 Eliminator-class Cruisers
• 5 Thanaton-class Corvettes
• 22 Starfighter Squadrons
  • 15 Starfighters 7 Bombers

Tags: Madelyn Lowe / Amelia von Sorenn / Isoroku Spruance
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"Incoming communication across open channels sir, it's from the enemy." The admiral scowled and dismissed the communication's officer on the bridge with a wave of his hand, not even bothering to look their way. "I have no interest in their words. Launch the squadrons and remain in formation." The Harrowers amidst the fleet might have carried the bulk of the fighters and bombers into battle but the Justicar and the Eliminators still had payloads of their own that were still being unleashed.

"Enemy fleet inbound sir! They've broken off from the main assault and are on course to engage!" "Bring them on screen." A holoprojection of the battle around them appeared in the rough center of the bridge, allowing Admiral Delhan to see the force that was now bearing down on them. His jaw tightened but no other visual cues gave away his mood. He could ill afford to let his reactions influence his crew's moral, not when they were already about to be outnumbered and outgunned. But they had their orders and this force could do quite a bit of damage if they were allowed to engage the Mors Mon directly. Evasive maneuvers weren't an option.

"Move the ship up to the front and prepare to engage. All Eliminators will align in formation, the rest will stay in the rear and occupy additional lines of fire." It was a risky move of course but the Justicar and Eliminators were durable vessels. Between their armor and guns they would hopefully be able to disperse and blunt the spearhead towards them before the enemy got too close. "Bring all starfighters squadrons to bear, we can't let their fighters enter our lines. The bombers can remain in formation with the rest of the fleet for now."

As the 27th fleet moved to follow his orders, Admiral Delhan looked out over the battle from the bridge's viewport and crossed one arm behind his back. The other slipped into one of the pockets lining his belt, fingers wrapping around the Sith icon attached at the end of the chain. He took a breath to steady his nerves as the Justicar and its escorts aligned in formation against the encroaching enemy, starfighters banking around the hulls of the ships while the distant sound of the Mors Mon's mighty guns firing off became a whitenoise against the pounding of his own heart in his ears.

While the Justicar and Eliminators would occupy the front the rest of the fleet moved behind them, seeking openings and angles in which they could add their own salvos to the coming conflict. "All vessels fire at will."

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Spoiler: Fleet Actions

The Star Destroyer and Eliminator Cruisers, followed by their fighter squadrons, move up to guard the carriers and corvettes as they maneuver behind them before opening fire on the incoming Ascendancy Squadron.

 

[Lily Decoria]

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Location: Aboard the Mors Mon
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Crossguard Lightsaber, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed)
Allies: 5 NPC Jedi Knights
Tags: Darth Carnifex | Quintessa Zambrano

Lily was noting the movements and how Carnifex was able to handle all their attacks with a single blade. It was a mastery she had seen in Valery Noble when she had sparred with the Jedi Master but it was also something she knew true Echani battle masters were capable of doing. Moving with such speed and nuance with their attacks, predicting the attacks without even needing the Force. It was an ability that Lily was still developing herself but she was getting closer as she fought more people and learned more tactics used in combat. She had faced Carnifex once before. She had been introduced to the way he fought and that meant she could use her Echani training to avoid this misdirection of her weapon.

She was making sure that she could guide his misdirection in a way that benefitted her, without him realising. Especially since the misdirecting was working on Lyle and Sharpe, both were struggling to keep their attacks up as they were forced to be more defensive when they found their attacks being pushed into poorly positioned places.

The Echani Padawan was demonstrating that she was far more skilled in combat than her rank seemed to suggest. She was reading Carnifex more and more. It was only a small drop in an ocean, there was no chance she would be succeeding any time soon in landing a strike. But Lily knew she could strike fear into the Sith Lord someday. Demonstrate that she was a warrior that could counter him one day. If she was able to live to see that day. It was difficult to say since this group was in a lot of trouble.

Quintessa was ensuring that.

When the speedster attacked, Grest had finished healing the wounds on the back of Pla calves. The Jedi Knight looked to her counterpart with a smile, ready to start fighting but it was cut short. The chakram decapitated Grest's head immediately. Pla had been on guard more, the Kel Dor blocked the second chakram aimed for his throat. Breathing in deeply, he tapped into Force Speed, knowing that he needed to move faster to keep up with the female Sith. With his purple blade in hand, he charged towards Quintessa at great speed, aiming to pressure her into fighting in closer combat.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

His own power fed into itself, a superconductive loop. Moving faster, striking harder, ramping up in ferocity with every second that passed. This was the terror of Darth Carnifex, whose power only increased the longer a fight dragged on as He not only fed on the darkness from Himself, but from others as well; even the Sith upon the Mors Mon. Their hate and fear fed Him, especially when such emotions were directed at Him specifically. The more the galaxy hated and reviled Him, the stronger His power in the Dark would rise.

And the more impossible the Jedi's victory became.

He struck one of the Jedi's blade with enough force to send them to their knees, the blade almost tumbling from their grip. But what would have been a decapitating strike was thwarted by Lily, allowing the other Jedi to regain their bearings. He struck back, slapping away her saber before delivering a powerful, rib-crushing kick to the same Jedi He'd almost killed. The other came at Him from above, while Lily came from below; trying to pincer Him from opposite direction.

A bold tactic, but a futile one. The Dark Lord stretched out with His power and seized the offending Jedi by the throat, His blade catching Lily's saber easily and holding it in a saberlock. Carnifex's eyes never seemed to leave Lily's own as He closed His fist, potentially crushing the Jedi's throat before He launched the Jedi away with a Force-powered throw. Then He redoubled His efforts against Lily, fighting her one on one for several moments before the other Jedi came back into the fight.

All while the power of the Dark Side continued to swell like a raging tsunami.

Lily Decoria | Quintessa Zambrano ​

 

[Azurine Varek]

A Fire Behind Enemy Lines

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords | Vixens Vault Items

Azzie crouched low as she slipped through the ventilation system, her boots barely making a sound as they met the sleek metal floor. The darkness around them was near absolute, but she knew the moment her S.H.A.D.E.S activated, she could see through it just fine. She could feel the hum of the ship around her, the faint vibrations that betrayed its massive size, and the steady pulse of its heart—a carefully synchronized engine of war.

"Right, right," She murmured to herself, glancing back at the others. "Master Jedi. Sure, that's me." She tried not to laugh at the absurdity of it. If only they knew the true depth of her own self-doubt. She shot a quick look over her shoulder with a fiery grin, keeping her voice low, as though the bulkheads themselves could hear them. "Not so sure about that 'Master' part, but... our primary goal is to disable as many weapons as we possibly can. Taking this monster down completely..." she paused, thinking about the general size of it, "I hightly doubt that's gonna happen, but secondarily we just be a general thorn in the side of whatever systems we can fark up. There are a whole lot of weapons on this damn thing... this vent system should at least let us into the main generator for those on the port side. That's where we're going first. When we get there, we will have to move as carefully as we can, because the moment we set off any security systems, we'll be in for a hell of a time."

As Azzie spoke, a presence reached for her, the battle meditation spreading out from Iris. The shift was immediate. The Force surged around her, a tide of calm precision washing away the lingering edge of nerves. Her breathing steadied. Her muscles relaxed, coiled like a spring rather than tensed in jittery anticipation. She could feel her allies—not just their movements, but their intent. A shared rhythm, a silent coordination that made them sharper, faster.

Ahead, the vent system twisted and turned, a labyrinth of pipes and debris. It wasn't a place designed for comfort, and certainly not for speed. However, every second counted. Just as she was about to move forward, a faint scraping sound echoed through the vent. Her hand shot out, signaling to the others to freeze. She inhaled sharply, listening. The sound had been faint and distant, but vents were notorious for their hollow acoustics. It could've been anything—something as mundane as a malfunctioning sensor—or something much worse.

"Eyes open," she whispered. The Force tingled in her fingertips, like the hum of a tuning fork. Every fiber of her being was on alert.

The Force, aided by Iris's mediation, was pushing her to keep moving, to stay in the rhythm. Azzie ignored the faint unease clawing at her gut and focused on the path ahead. Not now, she thought. Not this time. Keep moving.

She spent a moment to focus her vision, pushing out beyond the walls as much as she could. She couldn't make out shapes, not nearly the way a Miraluka could, but she could notice the echoes attached to an object moving their way. Without missing a beat, Azzie reached down to her belt, retrieving one of her small, sleek devices. She activated the EMP charge—one that only had a minute radius in order to protect their equipment—silent and efficient. She threw the device forward, the charge hissing as it hummed to life, just as a probe droid rounded the corner. Immediately, it dropped, all power stripped from it. They weren't out of the woods yet, but this—this was going to buy them some time.

"Can one of you strip the security access codes out of that thing?" She asked, turning to the group.

Allies: Ashley Nevermore | Iris Arani | Zaiya Ceti | Lily Decoria
Enemies: Darth Carnifex​

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Empyrean watched as the battle fell into place. The Jedi put their largest ship before Penumbra in a vain attempt at saving the others; but that damage had been done, and now a dozen of their fleet lay smoldering in orbit, falling back to the world below. Some still held hope, a Starhawk driving its way towards the Mors Mon - but even something designed to push the monolith would only destroy a section of its great belly.​

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All of it was fruitless, it would mean nothing in the end. A struggle rooted in dirt that couldn't sustain life, never to bloom its flower of liberty. But that was the crux of the Jedi, wasn't it? They fought for freedom, without ever realizing what they truly did in their ignorance.​

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They continued the cycle. Of death, of carnage, of fate itself: the Jedi did nothing but allow the Force to birth a new generation into slavery just because their chains were harder to see. The Emperor, however, could see them all. It was ironic that the man with no eyes could see so much further than anyone else around him.​

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The Jedi would not stop them here. Woostri would not be their great hold out, and it would not be the place his Legion was pushed back on.​

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"Give me the weapon.", he said into the bridge. It drew a look from the crew, but they were smart enough not to question the Emperor.​

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The only person who knew who it was meant for, was the recipient himself. Darth Carnifex would hear the Emperor's words, and the blood bound obelisk would fall into Empyrean's power with only a slight push. The weapon was housed in a crystaline orb that allowed it to fire in any direction, and so Empyrean tilted the rock where it stood in stasis. Directly past the starship of Amelia von Sorenn , and at the planet behind her.​

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His wife, Srina Talon , had asked for patience. He was nothing if not merciful, and he did her bidding to the letter. A dutiful husband, committing the greatest of sins for his wife.​

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Empyrean's hand grasped at nothing, held it tight as he twisted. When he was sure that his aim was true, he closed his fist with a veritable anger that could collapse a sun. All at once, the runes of his weapon ignited in bright flashes of power, drawing forth both Empyrean's and the Mors Mons own force energies. It was like a scream had echoed through the star system as the Force was forced into compliance.​

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Empyrean would burn this world for its crimes. The fact they were ignorant of what they did made no difference - they would die all the same.​

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"Ri Typhojem, tave Jidai marisas.​

Tave qorit midwan prasi kia dvasia tave alkai.​

Penumbra buti nuyak jen'krevas."​

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His words echoed through more than air, but through the spirit. Even those in other ships would hear it like a whisper on the back of their neck. When the last word was uttered, Penumbra shuttered and quaked, then tore the Force open with its strike. The weapon did not hit a ship, nor did it hit the Grand Archive or Central Command, but rather a population center far from the bulk of the fighting. It was a minor target, with a minor detachment sent to deal with it.​

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But now it was ash.​

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Some of the men on the bridge stood slowly, then fell to a knee as they let go a prayer. Some for the men they knew, some for their gratitude in seeing such a display of power. All of them feared the Sith, and now the Jedi knew to as well.​

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He was not a high ranking officer, but he was an officer. The First Legion had been his home since its inception, and the man had sworn his loyalty to the Emperor now for almost a decade. He was there for Sluis Van, there for Aang-Tii, and he was there for the reaping of Makem Ti. Today was another day in the Emperor's army, but as sensors began to call out distant warning calls, he felt the words on the back of his neck.​

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"Penumbra buti nuyak jen'krevas."​

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It made his hair stand up on end, and then the ship seemed to shutter. Physically, only slightly, but in spirit... He almost fell in his seat, desperately trying to suck down a breath. It was like the world had just stopped for a moment, pulling from his the very essence of his being. Looking around, he saw he wasn't the only one. All those in the sensor suite were in a cold sweat, but they did their best to stay focused on their consoles.​

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The holographic image of 'Typhojem', the Mors Mon's super-AI, stood without any sway. The Officer looked to him, almost afraid to ask: but curiosity seemed to have won out.​

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"Typhojem, what just happened?"​

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"The Emperor saw fit to punish the Jedi for their resistance. A city has been turned into a crater."​

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He wasn't sure why that surprised him. He had seen what the Emperor did at Makem Ti, and knew what he was capable of. 'The Dead God' as so many had come to know him as, was often thought of as akin to death. It seemed fitting such a man would send a million and more to their death with only a few words.​

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But it felt horrifying none the less. Like oil dripped from every pore of his body, he could feel it even now. He nodded to the AI, knowing that to speak any of this would be to guarantee his execution if not his reeducation. Silently, as the men fell back into pace, he considered if this was truly what the Sith were capable of. He knew the scripture, he know their reasons;​

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But was this what he personally wanted?​

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

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Alliance Fleet
Objective II - Battle Meditation - Boosting Morale and inspiring courage for Allies
Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x
Allies: Iris Arani | Anyone else
Enemies: All you Sith and enemies on Objective 2

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Zaiya inhaled deeply, sat crosslegged across from Iris, the breath settling low in her chest as she felt the familiar weight of Domxite in her lap. The kyber crystal woven into her hair pulsed gently, a rhythm in sync with her heartbeat, resonating with the Force that surrounded them. Fear gnawed at the edges of her awareness, thick and heavy like a fog rolling over the battlefield, but she didn't push it away.

She acknowledged it. Let it exist.

And then, she let it pass through her, like water flowing around stone. Iris's voice guided her, steady and unwavering. Find your center.

Zaiya focused inward, through the chaos of memory -- Elrood, Tython Station, her trials with Lysander -- each one a thread in her own story, weaving strength into the foundation of who she was. Who she had become. She was still learning, still growing, but she was strong. Strong enough to stand in this moment.

The warmth of Domxite's presence wrapped around her, bolstering her resolve. With a soft exhale, Zaiya extended herself outward, sending ripples of light through the Force -- gentle at first, then stronger. Encouragement. Steady reassurance. A reminder that fear did not have to rule them. That they were not alone.

Colors bloomed in her mind's eye, bright streaks of energy weaving through the Force, connecting each life across the battlefield. Every soldier, every pilot, every Jedi. A tapestry of light and motion, fragile yet unbreakable. But some threads were dimmed, tangled with fear and uncertainty. That was where she could help.

She felt the shift, the weight beginning to lift.

A soldier gripped his blaster a little tighter, steadier. A pilot's panic cleared just enough for sharper focus. Jedi who had wavered found their footing once more. The darkness pressing in had not vanished, but it was no longer suffocating.

Zaiya's spots pulsed with soft golden light.

"I see it," she murmured. A small, determined smile pulled at her lips. "We're reminding them who they are."

 

[Jonyna Si]

Tag: Reina Daival Iris Arani Zaiya Ceti Amelia von Sorenn Darth Empyrean​

"Kill yourself, Jedi. Make right what you've punished this galaxy with. When the next slave is born, when the next child dies of hunger, remember it was you who did it. Remember the children who die in the lower levels of Coruscant every single day while you sit atop a pillar of moral superiority. It wasn't fear I smelled, it was hubris: blind and unerring."

As the sith's manifestation disappeared, all Jonyna could think was a single thought.

You first.

She had done her homework, but clearly there was more to learn, more to uncover. The Archives could only tell her so much. And yet...

He knew so little about her. She had fed the starving, rebuilt the lower levels, and had worked tirelessly to help those in need, on Coruscant, on elsewhere. The issue of the day wasn't hubris, it was apathy. The sith were blind to their own machinations. They justified themselves under the guise of freeing those under the Alliance's control, and lied to themselves about what they do.

It was exactly what she had expected.

The sith leadership were just Imperials playing with powers they saw only as steps to godhood. No better than the Stormtroopers that she used to run from.

But that was the trick of this.

She wasn't running anymore.

The thud of turbolasers hitting shields filled the room. She'd have to buy the Supreme Commander a drink later for that timing. That sith was trying to take her out. He saw what she was doing as a threat.

Time to make it one.

She felt the boost of Iris and Zaiya, all of them did. The jedi, generations of Sis, all pushed back. But now, Jonyna had a new idea. She wasn't just pushing anymore. She was taking control.

The storm twisted in on itself, pushing back against the Mors Mon. The lightning targeted every gun on the ship, as tornados formed upon the ship's surface. If the sith wanted to turn this ship into a storm generator, they'd see what happens when they put one Force of Nature up against another.

And yet...

Nal, ghost of the once Jedi Master, put a hand on Reina Daival 's shoulder.

"They only fear us because we fight back. They used fear as an ally, but it's really just a crutch. Our power comes from our training, our trust in the Force. Do you trust the Force, young one?"

 

[Ashley Nevermore]

Tag: Azurine Varek Darth Carnifex
Equipment: See Codex Sub​

"Pass it down, I got it." Shotgun, the Balosar woman called, as she reached for the object.

Ashley considered their options. This thing has too many weapon systems to count, and they were too few to take them all out. What they needed was a target that would maximize their effective damage, without risking them too much. The guns were too scattered, to many of them relied on some sort of Force nonsense to take down.

"Ash."

The sound of Bastard behind her, grabbing her leg, it was enough to keep her steady. She looked back to her men, nodding under her helmet. "Master Jedi, we don't have the manpower to do that. We need a new target."

"The shield generator could give the fleet the chance to fire on them." Giggles offered, giving the group a slightly camp thumbs up.

While the others looked to the Denik-Cathar with a sort of tilted helm, Ashley considered the option. It would be a target that could maximize damage, but it would also be heavily guarded, most likely.

"It's not a bad idea. What do you think, Jedi?"

 

[Darth Empyrean]

As they progressed further into the dreadnought, the size of the Butcher King's entourage grew. Sith Lords, Blackblade Guards, and priests of the Sepulchral all flocked to the Dark Lord's shadowy presence. All, in one way or another, were enthralled by His magnetism, finding themselves falling into step behind Him as He stalked forward through the cavernous corridors. The Sith and Blackblades He welcomed, the Sepulchral He dispatched to bolster the storm ritual at the silent behest of the Emperor Darth Empyrean , they would not be required for what was to come.

With that, his spirit fell away as the storm began to surge again under the guidance of the Sepulchral and Kainites. Darth Carnifex had helped with that much, and had already begun to utilize Penumbra to great effect.​

Jonyna Si fought valiantly, pushing further through their Peace and borrowed power to drive the storm generators against the Mors Mon; but it was fruitless. The ship already was struck by its own lightning, it was built with that very concept in mind. How could a ship survive within its own storm, if it were not prepared to face it?​

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The concept was rationale and straightforward, but it didn't matter. Sith of varying skills and a cohort of Sepulchral Priests, each a Sith in their own right, had already begun to expand the storm using their magicks and meditations spheres. Each pushed the storm outwards, intensified it to its limits, and let it fall into the atmosphere below. The Mors Mon was shrouded in these clouds, and while the lightning struck back against its progenitor, the Mors Mon was inexorable.​

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Flashes of intensifying lightning made the Mors Mon into a silhouette amidst an artificial nebula of lightning and hate. Woostri's atmosphere cried out as clouds formed, excited by the generators. The generators, however, were reaching a proverbial limit. Enhanced by the Force, pushed and pulled as they were, perhaps the Jedi would see a chance to make the difference she wanted.​

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Push the generators to their limit, and break them. Reveal the Mors Mon for all to see.​

 

[Reina Daival]

Objective: Lend her strength to hold back the storm
Tags: Jonyna Si Darth Empyrean

To say she was terrified would be an understatement. Master Si had told Reina not to let them into her head, but it was near impossible to. Even with the warmth from being beside the Master, Reina was woefully inexperienced in the concept of fighting the Dark Side. Fighting something she couldn't get with her own actual hands. How was she meant to deal with a threat like this? The oppressive force bearing down on her. It made Reina feel like she was going to buckle. Break. Collapse down to her knees.

You should do that. Admit you're weak. Stop fighting. You'll feel so much better afterwards.

Her eyes snapped wide. The voice. That voice. Her voice. Except it was wrong. Twisted. It was in her head now. Whether she liked it or not. That alternate self of her was right when it said it would always be inside of her now...The festering pit inside of her. Crashing from side to side inside of her like a storm raging inside of her. A storm...Wait. She was meant to be helping with the storm. Not letting her get distracted by her own fea-

Yet another incident happened to break Reina out of her thoughts. The sounds of turbolasers blasting up against the shields. It was a sound that Reina hadn't ever experienced. It was terrifying. Yet another threat she couldn't deal with herself. That she had to rely on others to deal with. Putting her life in the hands of people she didn't know. How was she meant to be able to trust them? Just because they were on the same side? The good side? Reina didn't understand it. How could the Cathar in front of her trust people like this? Trust that they wouldn't mess up their jobs...

"They only fear us because we fight back. They used fear as an ally, but it's really just a crutch. Our power comes from our training, our trust in the Force. Do you trust the Force, young one?"

That's when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Not physically, of course, but she could still feel it all the same. Looking at the hand of the Ghost, listening to them talk...Reina debated in with herself. She didn't have much training to fall back on. Not yet. That was part of her problem. Most of her training was in fishing styles. And she felt like the Sith weren't going to fall for simple bait. There was no huge net they could use to wrap around the ships either. All she had to rely on was the Force. Or well, the Spirit. The Spirit of the Sea...

"...I do not trust myself. I can barely do anything to help. I am a leaf in a storm that wants to tear me apart."

Hesitation. Apprehension. Timidness. None of that was Reina. She was meant to be headstrong. Stubborn. But all of this darkness that surrounded her was unlike anything she had experienced before. Even the deepest oceans she had dived in weren't this suffocating. This constrictive. It felt like it was pushing in on her. How could she trust herself to be able to help like this?...Though that's when she felt it. A small warmth that was growing. Spreading through her thanks to the aid of Iris Arani and Zaiya Ceti . Of course, she had no clue what was happening, nor that they were helping...but it was helping Reina to relax. To breathe. The suffocation darkness let up. Just a bit for Reina to sit herself back down.

She lent her strength to Jonyna. Reina was no force of nature herself...but if she put her mind to something, Reina wouldn't back down. She just had to feel the Spirit around her and will it to aid her. To aid Jonyna. To aid the planet. Even with the festering pit of darkness inside of her, Reina kept her focus on the task at hand. Letting the small flame inside of her fuel the desire and goals she had. She was still afraid. Terrified even. But Reina wasn't giving into it. She was fighting. As much as she could

 

[Jonyna Si]

Tag: Reina Daival Darth Empyrean Madelyn Lowe Aspect of Resolve​

"...I do not trust myself. I can barely do anything to help. I am a leaf in a storm that wants to tear me apart."

"You are a ship on the sea, young one. All you have to do is steer." Nal said with a smile, looking to her sister. "This one was just like you once. Fighting against an enemy so many of her peers thought unbeatable. So many thought insurmountable in their power, in their scale. And yet, she stood anyways. Because it was just, because it was right. No matter how little you are, the Force is with you. All you must do is ask it nicely to do what you think is right."

Jonyna pushed, and pushed, and pushed. If the storm itself wouldn't destroy the ship, she'd push the storm to it's limit. She'd overload the systems, make the lightning strike as hard as it could. Every bolt struck with more than just the power of lightning, but the power of the Light, and the tornados swirled with a power unseen in nature, swirling and reaching out. If the Mors Mons itself wouldn't effected, it would target the surrounding ships. Crashing bolts, clouds that would rip apart buildings. The storm swirled around the ship like a massive hurricane.

Jonyna could feel it. The stress of it on her body. The stress of keeping this going.

She was sure, if she kept this up, it would be a question of what would give out first. The ship's generator, or her.

She was determined for it to be her who lasted.