Public Testing Me, Testing You (TSO)

[Mishel]

Clak'dor VII
Aboard the Princess Leia
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"This looks like it's gonna be hell," Mishel could see all the blips, as she turned over and looked at Kurayami Bloodborn and then at the Selonian pilot, Lav. "Yeah, yeah, just try not to get my boat scratched up." They'd have to figure a way through the carnage, she sent out a message to Coren Starchaser just to see if he had any people out here. She knew what the dark side was capable of, and she knew what she was capable of. The Jedi Sentinel got on comms and responded to Kellen Mynn while she wasn't Alliance, she figured any help would work. "This is Jedi Master Mishel, I've got a small boat and I'm on the way to you. There's a helluva lot of Sith up here, you guys contact the Rimward Trade League?"

Didn't Captain Silver Hair live out this way? Mishel thought for a moment, surely Atlas Drake was around the neighborhood somewhere. The small freighter manuevered through the surrounding stars doing its best not to get hit. "Goddess sakes, Lav! I said don't scratch the boat!" Shouted Mishel as the sound of turbolasers whizzing by the Leia could be heard. "Right, right, right this isn't our first rodeo. Just get in as close as you can." She hated this she hated this a lot, why was it always out here in the Outer Rim. What she wouldn't give to have a few more Jedi assets out here, or at the very least some of those Rangers that the Rimward Trade League was always bragging about.

What in the nine hells did these Bith have that the Sith wanted so much? Not that it would matter, this was probably just another Taungsday to them.

Arla Rodarch | Denn Verdan | Marcus Dinn
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[Serrin]

Objective I

Serrin was traveling back to Dathomir when she recieved a distress signal code, her ship The Witch was in no hurry to return to her homeworld. She had already endured The Ordeal, and the message that asked for assistance played on her view screen. Serrin was moved by the plight of the Bith who were being raided by The Sith. The Nightsister had not ocme in contact with the legions of the dark side, only heatd legends on Dathomir, one of their own joining them long ago, known as Lord Maul. The stories of the Sith were like nightmare fuel for young Nightsisters, tales of monsters and magick that made the Ichor seem like The Jedi’s Light. Serrin hesitated, this would mean meeting the darkness and its horror in the flesh, to discover if what she had heard in her youth was true or worse. And yet The Bith plight was calling to her, if the Sith raided worlds, Dathomir could be next, and so the decision was made for her.

The Nightsister set a new course for the source of the coded distress signal. Her ship turned and the jump to lightspeed was preparing, Serrin tried to calm herself, she was a lone Girl in a big galaxy, and so she sat in her chair conjuring the peridot green magick, The Ichor, her eyes glowing as hot flames of green, and then the ship made the jump to hyerspace. In this meditative state Serrin prepared herself, she tried to cull the fear, which is said to give Sith power over their enemies. She wondered if there would be those Paladins, those brown robed warrior monks called Jedi. There were stories about them too, some good, some bad, it depended on who was the source, Mother Talizin of cursed memory had scathing words, while Nightsister Merrin had fallen in love with One.

The Witch came out of Lightspeed, Serrin engaging the cloaking system devised for covert reconnaissance. Her ship descended planetside, the mirror cloak somewhat visible as she came to source of signal. Deciding to land a distance away, she exited a ladder, and dropped on her boots, her grey silver long hair swaying. She retracted the ladder and disappeared in a poof of peridot green and gray smoke, getting closer to the signal source till she saw a Woman ( Arla Rodarch ) and what appeared to be One of the fabled ones, the Jedi. There also was small contigent of troops she peered at, she wondered if this was all that had come to defend The Bith against The Sith? She really hoped the campfire stores about those Darksiders were exaggerations…

 

[Syala]

Syala relied on her cloak to hide her from the view of most of the Bith, dancing from target to target as she let her dagger find its mark. Between the ribs there, a neck there. Though as she heard and saw the blasts of the anti-air defences and came up with her own plan, rushing off from the research center. Finding the patents would bring glory and reputation and all that boring stuff to the Acolytes who found them, sure. But Syala had a plan to cause a little bit more...chaos than that. With the arrival of reinforcements for the Bith arriving...Well, she came up with the idea to give the anti-air defences something new to fire at. It was going to be a bit of a trek to get to the security station in charge of the defences, but she was always a fan of running. Rushing through the capital with adrenaline rushing through her own system, the half-Nagai climbed and clambered over whatever she could to get closer to the security station.

She snuck her way into the station once she managed to actually get close to it and went to work skulking about to find where she was looking for...The cameras and anti-air defenses were the main thing on her mind. Of course, there'd be a few Bith guards...but they'd fall easily enough to a murderer hopping around in stealth, launching fire and the like at them. The flames burning more and more, though less from an increase in anger but more...glee. Letting her glee and enjoyment of destruction. Syala wasn't aiming to kill everyone in the security room of course. She needed some kind of information after all. So once she had dealt with the majority of the guards, she'd leave those surviving in fear. And one unfortunate soul was picked to be her little...assistant for this operation, as she dropped her cloak, letting out a sigh of relief. "Woooo. You won't believe how stuffy it feels to be hidden from people."

"Hey. If you want to live to see Wifey-Bith and your kiddy-Biths...Bithies? Bithlings?...Anywho, I'm getting off track." Syala sighed to herself at that, shaking her head ever so slightly. "If you want to live...to get back home to your family...I'm gonna need you to do some teensy tiny adjustments to your targeting defences." The Half-Nagai tapped her dagger against the monitor for a moment, drawing a circle around all of the red dots on the screen in the blood of the Bith's fallen friends. "See. Red is good. Alright? Not bad. Instead I want you to be shooting at these guys." Syala tapped at any of the other dots on the screen, green, blue, Jedi, People evacuating, it didn't matter. If they weren't associated with the Sith, they were fair game to shoot at. "Especially anyone trying to leave." She broke out into her own little twisted smile at that, making sure the Bith did what she was...kindly requesting of him. "Oh. I also want you to play this on all of the cameras." With that, Syala gave him the link to a certain streamer who may or may not be on the planet before she spun around on the heel of her foot. "...Ah. Wait. I need something else from you." The Half-Nagai reached for her lightsaber and with a flick of her wrist, sent the ignited blade through the Bith's wrist, alongside the security console. "Need a little souvenir to remember my new friend by. Also got to hand it to you. Nice place you have here."

And with that, the Half-Nagai made her exit from the security station. It might not do a lot of damage for the planet...but hey! A little bit of chaos was worth it. Plus now she had Bith DNA to experiment with. It was a win-win situation! For her at least. For Mr Bithson and his family, it was more than likely a lose-lose. Or a win-lose! He was left alive after all! He would just...need a hand with some of his daily life now.

Lots of people posting, not necessarily sure who I should tag.

 

[Denn Verdan]

OBJECTIVE 1
Patent Theft
(A defense of the research facility)

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Denn let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Good. All friends, here. Common interests. He didn't know the story behind this Commander and her military presence here, and he didn't really need to know. She and her people were clearly interested in fighting off this threat, and that was the whole of the important part of this plot.

Just then, Denn's comlink came to life with a welcome message, "This is Jedi Master Kellen Mynn, I have arrived at the lab and will coordinate its defense alongside the Bith forces. Requesting any additional reinforcements to converge here. We have multiple Sith on approach."

Denn smiled, then looked into the near distance, "We should rally at the research lab," he pointed with his saber, "there. Another Jedi is with Bith Defense Forces making a stand. If we coalesce, we'll make a stronger defense. We might even be able to push them back."

He spoke into his comlink, "Acknowledged, Master Mynn, This is Denn. I've found some allies. We will converge on your position."

Then he began to move forward, but paused. Opposition stood between them and their target.

His gaze locked with Saahar and her group.

There seemed little hope in avoiding killing, here.

"Let me advance first. They will want to engage me as a priority. When they do... well, you're clearly military people. You know what to do better than I do."

With that, he moved to take the point position and engage the Sith.

"I don't suppose you'd consider letting us pass," he called out as he neared them, "I've no wish for violence. Perhaps we can talk to the locals on your behalf, and negotiate for what you want. Find a resolution to this conflict that will eliminate the need for bloodshed."






Ansisa Ansisa Marcus Dinn Marcus Dinn Denn Verdan Denn Verdan Salara Zambrano Salara Zambrano EVE_0001 EVE_0001 Darth Kentarch Syala Syala Saahar Saahar Firrerreo Firrerreo Arla Rodarch Kellen Mynn

 

[Ansisa]

OOC: had to do an edit as others posted at the same time apologies!

Location: En Route to Objective 1
Direct tag: Saahar
Engaging: Denn Verdan
Nearby: Marcus Dinn Firrerreo Arla Rodarch Kellen Mynn Serrin



Ansisa felt it too, a sickeningly sweet sensation at the edges of her senses moving ahead and across their path. She halted her advance, pausing to take stock and reassess. "You jinxed us." Ansisa replied, deadpan. The chiss may have been rigid, but she could appreciate wit. They had the advantage with surprise, they could push forward, and through them without the need for a long engagement, that being said, Jedi were not to be underestimated.

"Well at the very least, that presents us with a challenge." she said aloud finally, her lightsaber snap hissing to life to cast aside a stray blaster bolt. "Through or around, Jinx?" Whatever this girls name, she had earnt herself a new one.

"Be aware, acolytes, a Jedi Master has just arrived on planet. Be cautious. And bring his head if you dare."

A Jedi Master? Ansisa all but quivered with excitement at the thought, to be able to trade blows with such an adversary prevented a greater learning opportunity than the rest of this nonsense. First, they had to get to him and the research lab. Her eyes cast upwards, looking for a route on higher ground. When a voice called out to them, she gritted her teeth.

"I don't suppose you'd consider letting us pass," he called out as he neared them, "I've no wish for violence. Perhaps we can talk to the locals on your behalf, and negotiate for what you want. Find a resolution to this conflict that will eliminate the need for bloodshed."

Ansisa rolled her eyes. "Take the high ground, Jinx" she muttered to her ally. "I will keep them busy".

She advanced towards the Jedi. "I think we're a little beyond talking, don't you Jedi?" she brought her lightsaber up in a breif salute, drawing the force into the muscles in her legs she pushed forward in a burst of speed closing the gap between them, her red blade swiping up from his left knee to his right shoulder.

 

[Marcus Dinn]

Objective 2
Location: Capital city
Tags: Syala

“Nice.”

Marcus stood in the doorway to the security station, having followed the half-Nagai woman there. He clucked his tongue at the pained cries and moans of the unfortunate Bith officer clutching at his severed stump of an arm. “But I don’t think he’ll be of much use to us now.”

He pushed the officer aside. While the Bith crawled away, Marcus seized control of the turrets. The green dots on the scanners were numerous, but they remained unaware that the station was turncoat. For now.

His comms had been crackling with warnings that everyone from the GADF to the NJO to random independent smugglers and mercenaries were coming to the defense of the planet. That was certainly a problem. Much as he wanted to snag some loot, the Research Centre was no ancient Sith library or alchemist’s lab. He wouldn’t be losing out on some grail. So he broke away from the rest of the acolytes attacking the Centre and trailed after the pale young woman who had also decided to go against the flow of the rest of the Acolytes.

Marcus began picking off their smaller starfighters, at first in small bursts so it would look like an accidental misfire. Then he deliberately targeted the transports and dropships delivering troops and Jedi to the city, blasting them out of the sky. He grinned as he saw the explosion. There was something so thrilling and satisfying about watching the green dots on the scanner dwindle.

"There's another gunner seat over there," he said to Syala . "If you want to have some fun."

 

[Darth Kentarch]

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Objective One
Location: Clak'dor VII's Capital City, Weogar
Marcus Dinn | EVE_0001 | Saahar | Salara Zambrano | Ansisa | Darth Fury | Syala | Arla Rodarch | Kellen Mynn | Denn Verdan | Firrerreo

In the midst of the chaos, as Darth Kentarch's gaze was fixed on the Acolytes, a subtle shift in the Force alerted him to a new presence. It was a ripple, a disturbance that spoke of light and clarity amidst the tumult of darkness—it was the arrival of the Jedi.

His reaction was not one of surprise but acknowledgment of the inevitable clash that would ensue. The Jedi were the antithesis to everything the Sith stood for, and their presence here was as expected as it was unwelcome. They had come to safeguard the knowledge that the Bith had amassed, to protect the innocent, and to repel the Sith raid.

The Jedi's presence was a complication, but not an insurmountable one. Kentarch's stance remained unchanged, but his senses heightened, attuned to the new variables in play. He could feel the Jedi's determination, their resolve to act as shields against the dark tide. Soon they would form a defense to protect the innocents and the people of Bith. Darth Kentarch now understood that the Jedi's involvement could significantly disrupt the Sith's plans, and his intervention might be pivotal in turning the tide. He hoped the other masters watching would share the same opinion.

 

[Syala]

Syala hadn't expected to be followed. So hearing someone say that her work was nice came as a surprise. "Well. I didn't want him putting any of the automated defenses back on his side." The automated defenses had been her entire plan. She hadn't even thought of taking control of the defenses, mostly because blasting things wasn't exactly something that interested her.

She did have her own little idea to cause some extra mayhem though whilst her new associate focused on the transports and other ships coming in. Throwing herself down into the spare gunner seat, and started to change the focus of fire. Slowly but surely moving her gun to focus on the buildings in the distance. Sure, she could have aimed in the distance of the research station but that would have been too much of a mess. Plus, it would work as a good distraction for the security forces. Where would they focus? On the security station? The research centre? Or on evacuating the people in the buildings?

It was somewhat pointless to be going after innocent people...but it went along with Syala's beliefs. If the people in those buildings were fighters, were warriors, they'd be outside, fighting instead of being couped up inside of the buildings. They should only live if they were willing to fight for it. Otherwise? Boom! Boom! Part of her wished she could see the bits of rubble flying off into the distance as she fired away. There would only be so many buildings she could fire away at, and it would only be a matter of time before they figured out what was going on...but for now? She was having the time of her life!

Marcus Dinn

 

[Arla Rodarch]

Abandoning : Denn Verdan , Ansisa
Moving to support : Kellen Mynn
Other Ally : Serrin
Open to direct engagement : Salara Zambrano EVE_0001 Darth Kentarch Syala Saahar Firrerreo

Good luck, Jedi.

With their new Jedi ally Denn engaging the Chiss Sith, Arla didn't need to be told twice. She bypassed the situation entirely, and took her people towards the lab that the other Jedi was at, that had been identified as the Sith objective. And it was the damned Sith, in force.

The Black Hand hadn't stopped firing, engaging enemy troops as they landed or on the ground. They were always moving, erratic sharp movements from cover to cover. They watched each other, and provided cover fire, while concentrating instantly on threats.

Arla, Aria, and the four Moon Guard sped on swiftly, only engaging those who they could not avoid. Their slim sharp blades were a match for just about anything, striking swiftly and surely, they hit what they were aimed at. The Echani elites barely broke stride as the six broke in a full run towards the lab.

The flanking protection of the Black Hand troopers drew most of the enemy fire. With their heavy ranged weapons they made short work of any hostiles, moving surely if not as swiftly as the Echani. They covered the headlong charge of their allies as best they could. They would catch up, but for now they serviced targets as quickly as they presented themselves, heedless of the poor odds or the danger.

Arla had time to grab her own comlink and broadcast.

### Master Mynn, we're coming to reinforce you. Stand by for help. ###

Almost breathless as she sprinted on, Arla tried to keep the exertion from her voice. She was calm and collected, despite the horrendous tactical situation. The mission was what mattered. Denying the Sith their prize might just count for more than any blown intel operation.

If we don't run into more trouble.

Just then Arla spotted Serrin in the near distance. She recognized her from the files on the Lilaste Order. An ally of an ally was an ally, most especially when it was raining Sith and worse. Arla waved in greeting then shook a fist in the direction of the Lab she was running toward.

The Dark Side was a nasty enemy, and Arla knew the Nightsisters had no special love for the Sith Order. If they did find more trouble, a likely prospect, Arla was glad to have another ally on her side besides the Jedi. Nightsisters didn't shy away from killing when it needed doing.

 

[Denn Verdan]

OBJECTIVE 1
Patent Theft
(A defense of the Research Facility)

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"I think we're a little beyond talking, don't you, Jedi?"

Denn did indeed suspect that was the case, but he was never averse to an attempt to avoid violence.

"It's never too late to negotiate a non-destructive compromise," he replied- but the talking was apparently at an end.

She advanced like a bullet. The slash came in an arc, starting low. Although it was almost certainly exploratory, it was well executed. The Sith were nothing if not well trained in the combat arts.

Denn did not directly oppose the stroke. Instead, he shifted his stance. Just slightly. Just enough. He felt the heat of the blade as it passed an inch from his face. A miscalculation there, and he'd be dead, now.

You have been long at peace, Denn, he told himself, and you are not as practiced as you once were. Be careful.

He answered the slash with a weak thrust of his own as he stepped away, trying to put distance between them. Stepping away was the opposite of what one would normally wish to do in order to execute a good thrust. He aimed his blade at her thigh, which the wide slash had left somewhat less defended. It was not a formidable thrust. If it succeeded, it would only make the lightest touch.
But Denn only needed a light touch. His lightsaber blade was currently sheathed in a stun field. This was because he did not wish to kill... but such devices had their own advantages. The barest contact could weaken a foe's muscle control. More prolonged contact could knock someone out, but he was content with multiple smaller hits. A battle of a thousand cuts, without drawing an ounce of blood or scorching a patch of skin.

Denn had firm Mastery of Soresu, although he had not dueled a force-user in some time. It was a delicate art of fighting with an economy of motion, perfected for defense. He could afford a prolonged encounter comprised of nibbles if he could keep from succumbing to a cut, himself.

Hopefully he had not grown too rusty in the placid environs of the Aing-Tii homeworld...


Ansisa

 

[Serrin]

The Nightsister seeing Arla Rodarch wave and point to the Lab as she ran towards it made Serrin decide to enter the Astral Plane, she disappeared in a cloud of green and gray smoke, moving in bursts of clouds of peridot and onyx as she appeared occasionally, then she was inside The Lab.

There The Daughter of Dathomir looked around and waited, she went to a console and opened the door for Arla and her troops, she then inspected the area to make sure it was clear of hostiles. Once the corners were checked, she pulled up some camera on the view screen. Typing on a touch screen that appeared in green on the white table, she pulled up some files. Not sure what she was looking at, she waited for Arla and her troops to come and make sense of it if possible.

The Truth is Serrin had little idea at what was transpiring. She responded to a distress call, knew Sith were raiding the planet, but why was not forthcoming. The truth is being a Nightsister turned Private in Lilastre Order had been a whirlwind of change for her. She had gone from a life on her Homeworld of isolation and study of the Deeper Magick to brandishing her powers and LO blaster to kill pirates, and now she would face the dreaded enemy of the Jedi, those boogeymen of legends, The Sith…

 

[EVE_0001]

Objective 3

Eve knew that in order to get the attention of a Dark Lord seeking an apprentice, she would have to stand out from the current pack of Sithlings attacking the Bith's security forces. Everyone else was coordinating, working together. What if she were to charge ahead and challenge the opposition on her own? Her analytical mind went to work, calculating the risks and the odds of success. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, she decided at last.

Pushing ahead, carving a path of destruction through the security forces foolish enough to try and stand against her, Eve at last came within view of Arla Rodarch . Eve could feel, practically smell the Light radiating from her. It was just as her adoptive mother, Lady Venge, had told her. Lightsiders reeked of their goodness and purity.

"Hello, stranger," Eve called out, with a wicked sneer on her face.

 

[Kellen Mynn]

Bith
Outfit: Link
Weapons: Link & Link
Tag: Marcus Dinn Syala

Kellen entered the Research Centre just as his commlink chirped with positive confirmations that reinforcements were incoming. He knew Denn but did not know the second caller. Whoever they were, he would welcome their help. The situation was certainly dire and didn't look to be improving anytime soon.

The Jedi Master made his way to the impromptu command center which was the security office for the building. It had camera feeds and situation updates streaming in. The Bith who seemed to be in charge and directing the others stopped for a moment to recognize his entry. The Bith Officer bowed his head slightly at recognizing the Jedi for what he was and gesturing for him to join his staff.

Kellen bowed his head in return and approached the table, on it was a holomap of the Research Centre and the incoming forces of Sith and their troopers. The current discussion was the fact the anti-air defenses seem to have been taken or hacked, given they were keeping extra Bith forces from redeploying around the area, trapping their defenders in pockets around the district.

As a veteran of many battles himself and a seasoned leader of soldiers and tactician, this was a cake walk for Kellen. Though he did wish he had more assets to deploy as any good General would. But he would work with what he had.

"Very well, we can't allow our transport to be targeted. We won't receive anymore reinforcements here if that is the case and those Sith forces are free to maneuver without challenge. I'll go and see what has happened at the anti-air control. Lieutenant, await the arrival of my fellow Jedi and whoever those soldiers are. Place them where you need them. I shall return."

Kellen nodded to the Bith officer and turned on his heel to take a back exit from the Research Centre, avoiding all the blaster fire coming from the front of the building where the Sith and their troopers advanced.

On his way, he came across a wounded Bith with it's...hand missing. Kellen approached and placed a hand on his shoulder, using the Force to calm his erratic mumbling. It was from this Bith he learned of what transpired and of what to expect. After calling for someone to retrieve the wounded Bith, he continued his approach to the anti-air control center before entering quietly and seeing two Acolytes sitting in gunner chairs.

Master Mynn removed his lightsaber from his hip and ignited his blue blade. A practiced movement he has done countless times.

"I am Jedi Master Kellen Mynn, the two of you would be wise to surrender. I won't offer peace again."

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[Marcus Dinn]

Objective 2
Location: Capital city
Tags: Syala

"Well. I didn't want him putting any of the automated defenses back on his side."

The same could’ve been accomplished by simply killing the Bith. But she probably just wanted to inflict pain on a random poor soul. Marcus recognized a sadistic streak in her even before she opted to turn her gun on a civilian population center, firing at buildings in the distance. He felt people dying, their terror and suffering. Taking a deep breath, he put up a mental wall between him and them, blocking it out.

He kept shooting at the ships arriving to help with the Bith defense. “Is there a practical purpose to firing on civilians?” he asked, for curiosity’s sake.

 

[Syala]

“Is there a practical purpose to firing on civilians?”

"Honestly? No." Syala kept a little manic grin on her face as she carried on with her destruction, firing away. "I mean, you could always try to find one. To cause more terror. To split up their focus on evacuation and rescue. To distract any Jedi that may be arriving, because of the pain and suffering. To me, it's jut the way of life. If the civilians were willing to fight for their planet, they wouldn't be at the buildings I'm shooting at. And so if they aren't willing to fight for their planet, they can at least die on it." It was a twisted way of seeing things, for sure but it was how she saw it. The strong fought to survive, whilst the weak died.

"...Oh. Speaking of Jedi. It looks like Bithy betrayed us to one. Such a shame. I liked him. Well then. At least it's a Jedi Master. That's always fun" Syala let out a flurry of more blasts, this time with the hope that she'd end up getting "Bithy's" family in the crossfire before yawning to herself afterwards. Hopping out of the gunner seat and glancing over towards her associate, she frowned for a moment. Syala could just set fire to the place and then escape in her Force Cloak...but she wasn't exactly that heartless at the end of the day. "I mean. I think your attempts at peace have been failing for a while Jedi. I mean, you can't even protect the planets in your alliance from the Mandalorians...yet you're here, trying and failing to protect a planet far from your influence. Is that how the Galactic Alliance works now? "We don't care if the Mandalorians are committing war crimes against our own people, lets protect the people we didn't offer protection to! "

Syala kept a smile on her face during her entire little spiel, just rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet as she was trying to figure out what her plan was going to be. How did she want to get out of this situation exactly...Part of her wondered if the other Acolytes near the research centre had to deal with a Jedi, or if her and her associate were the lucky two...Hm...

Marcus Dinn Kellen Mynn

 

[Arla Rodarch]

Bith Research Facility
Clak'dor VII

With : Serrin
Engaging : EVE_0001
Sending Aria, 4 Echani Moonguard, 2 UGF Blackhand to aid : Kellen Mynn
Reinforcements arriving soon

The distress signal sent out by Aria Talen had reached friendly forces, who were somewhat closer to Clak'dor VII than might be expected, and were now on their way to help. The UGF and NSLR Commander could run off on a secret mission all she wanted, she hadn't ordered her friends not to stick close by in case of trouble. Now they were rushing to aid their allies on the Bith Homeworld, but would still not arrive for some time.

Serrin's quick thinking and skills got Arla's party inside the Bith Research Center with little of the trouble they would have had alone. Somewhere inside this building was a Jedi Master that she had promised to help.

Get to the Jedi Master. Help him.

Knowing that they would hate the order but obey it without question, Arla sent her second with the Moonguard and the Blackhand to see that help arrived. The nine left swiftly, though with unhappy looks on the visible faces, Aria Talen's chief among them. Duty overrode common sense.

That left Arla and Serrin alone for but a moment, with the battle raging just outside. They were not alone long. A Sith, for it could only be a Sith, reeking of the Dark Side and recent murder, approached.

"Hello, stranger," Eve called out, with a wicked sneer on her face.

Arla shared a glance with Serrin, to see her Nightsister friend was ready, before her eyes snapped back to Eve. Arla's face was the opposite of friendly, her tone hard and cold. She'd been delayed from the objective by this Sith Assassin, and was not happy about it.

Let's skip the pleasantries, shall we, Sith? You'd rather die than surrender, and I'm just fine with that.

With the training of decades and long practice, Arla brought up her sidearm and fired twice, center mass. Doctrine was to put two in the chest and then one in the head, but she restrained her instincts, in case a third shot wasn't feasible. In combat, fractions of seconds mattered, and she might need the time it took to pull the trigger a third time. Though she'd fired the shots back to back without pause, time had already seemed to slow, every sound magnified, her reactions speeding up with the combat rush.

Ansisa Marcus Dinn Denn Verdan Salara Zambrano Darth Kentarch Syala Saahar Firrerreo

Edited number of Blackhand from 4 to 2 to comply with the submission stating they deploy in pairs.

 

[Serrin]

The Nightsister had let the Allied Forces in, and at the same time an Enemy. She felt the oxygen suck out of the room, a great chill wrap around her spine as a python. Then she saw her, EVE_0001 and Arla Rodarch opening fire. The Daughter of Dathomir tried to compose herself,

“There is no fear, fear is the heart killer, I am One with the Magick.”

She began to summon great streama of peridot green Ichor energy which she swirling in her hands. The technique was advanced, and she had only accomplished it successfully once before. It was easy to make short stabbing blades; knives and darts, but a Ichor Sword was a power usually only Night Mothers had mastered.

Despite this Serrin called to the Magick, her eyes burning as hot peridot green flame, she channeled it through her fingers creating a long shaft like elongated candle flame, the Ichor swirled like helix inside and collapsed, she tried again, and again, if she failed Arla would be vulnerable to a melee attack.

Serrin closed her eyes, feeling the Ichor Magick, she took a deep breath.

“Sisters.. hear me.. I am a Daughter of Dathomir.. give me strength!”

There was gentle wind that shoudl be impossible, they were in a facility, not outside and at that Serrin smed as she opened her eyes the whites and pupils bright white with green swirling within, her hands called forth another helix that became a shaft and formed a blade, it burned and crackled not distorting or collapsing as before. Taking it in her hand she looked at this achievement, a mark of passage for a Nightsister, despite she being in exile, The Ichor had responded to her will and perhaps Navina and those on Dathomir heard her call.

Sweeping the burning Peridot Blade to her side, Serrin focused on the Sith, Arla had fired two bolts, which by now probably had been deflected, so Serrin moved in, sweeping in her gray mantels. She could not enter the astral ichor plane to teleport, all her power was concentrated on the Ichor Sword, to maintain it and wield it. She would be boind to normal movement which she now used to approach this Boogeyman of Legend. It was strange, though this Darksider radiated fear and terror, she was not what Serrin had pictured. She was rather striking, and not at all the ugly bald disfigured goblins the Night Mother had spoken of, nor the wraith spectras of the camp fires. This Dark Lady seemed rather attractive even, which solidified that Navina’s warnings about the dark side being “seductive,” bore more truth than any of the stories she had heard.

The Night Sister came close to Eve, her Ichor Blade singing its firery crackle as she drew near to meet the Sith.

 

[EVE_0001]

Eve deflected the bolts fired at her with a casual swing of her lightsaber.

"That wasn't very nice," she said to Arla Rodarch , in a mocking tone of voice as she sized up her opponent. "Do you always shoot at people who say hello to you?"

Sensing the presence of another, Eve glanced to the side, catching sight of Serrin. This one seemed different somehow. A NightSister from the looks of her, and the weapon she wielded looked....unnatural.

"A NightSister? How quaint," Eve stated. "Have you come to play too?"

 

[Firrerreo]

Blue fire erupted from the rafters above, snaking it's way down towards the Jedi as if they were living snakes. To burn, to capture as if they were solid chains.

"Master Kellen Mynn."

The voice came from above. Firrerreo hopped down from the rafters. Or more was dropped down by the devil that had carried him up this far and into the room. The less he had to do himself the better. It saved energy. Made him look reliant on the Sithspawn. But his eyes weren't on the pair of Acolytes still in their gunner seats. "Marcus Dinn, Syala." There was no reason to say their names than self serving. For him, names were power.

They might not realize it, but he was putting all of them below him. "His corpse will make fine materials. Do you mind if I take it?"

Even better if he could get the Jedi alive, but he wasn't so confident in his skills it blinded him to the difference between himself and a Jedi Master. He'd have to settle for a corpse. His dagger spun in his grasp before he brandished it, lowered himself as his hex devil flexed it's wings and roared.

Syala | Marcus Dinn | Kellen Mynn

 

[Kellen Mynn]

Bith
Outfit: Link
Weapons: Link & Link
Tag: Marcus Dinn Syala Firrerreo

Kellen watched as the first of the Acolytes stood to face him, only after firing a few more times into civilian occupied buildings. What a shame. The Jedi could feel the loss of life through the force, the Sith were good at utilizing the darkness to try and disrupt their more serene rivals.
But Jedi were good at finding calm in that chaos.

Pushing aside their obvious tactics, the small Sith engaged in what seemed to be a attempt at insult. But the Jedi Master was far too seasoned for that nonsense. He was all too comfortable on the battlefields and left the politics to the High Council.

"I am not here on behalf of the Alliance, Sith. I am here because innocents are being needlessly slaughtered for your amusement. And I aim to stop it."

Just then, a squad of commandos entered the room and focused their attention on the occupants. Kellen almost reacted defensively before noticing their gear as their, what he imagined to be, leader announced themselves here to aide him. He recognized Echani when he saw them and a smile graced his lips as he nodded his thanks.

Another moment later and blue fire erupted above him as Kellen stepped back away from their trailing tendrils, hearing the voice speak the names of those occupying the room. Kellen glanced between the two Sith on the ground, happy to put names to their faces.

"Commandos, focus fire and charges on whatever is above. Engage cautiously. I'll handle these two."

And with that, the facade of diplomacy was over. Kellen launched a Force push at the male Acolyte still seated in the gunners chair to hopefully create some distance as he leap forward with his blue saber swinging downward towards the Acolyte he engaged in political debate. While his Ataru techniques were Adept at best, he simply wanted to open with a flurry of acrobatics to test the steel of these Sith and learn from their reactions.
Time to throw down the gauntlet, little Sith.

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