Public Testing Me, Testing You (TSO)

[Marcus Dinn]

Objective 2
Location: Anti-Air Security Station, Capital City
Allies: Syala Firrerreo
Enemies: Kellen Mynn

"Honestly? No."

She could’ve left it at that, but instead she gave an entire speech listing off potential reasons that killing civilians could be seen as beneficial to their cause. Marcus had just wanted to know what her reasons for doing it were, and she did eventually come to that. TL;DR she was just an everyday sadist. He continued to shoot at spaceships, his chair swiveling while he listened to her in one ear, air traffic control in another. “All perfectly valid reasons,” he said, giving her a smile. “So why did you still say there is no purpose to it?”

Any further conversation on the matter was ended by the arrival of a Jedi. Despite the girl’s warning beforehand, Marcus was still wide-eyed when he turned around to face Kellen Mynn. The boy had been in duels before, but never against a Master. While Syala taunted the Jedi, Marcus shot an uncertain glance at her, unsure if they could survive this encounter. It certainly seemed more prudent to just flee than try to fight this guy—

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

Marcus looked up. He recognized the hex devil—he had faced one in Drear’s Academy on Odacer-Faustin not so long ago. They seemed a rather popular choice for the Sithspawn-inclined. Between the monster and the third Acolyte now joining their ranks, they might actually have a chance against Master Mynn.

"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.

Well, that sort of put a damper on his relief. Scowling, Marcus shot the alchemist a glare, the visions revealing that the Firrerreo was trying to do something questionable. In fact, the visions revealed quite a lot about the so-called minion master…

"His corpse will make fine materials. Do you mind if I take it?"

“I don’t give a chit, just as long as you help us survive this,” Marcus snapped. He activated his lightsaber, the blue blade flaring to life as he took a swing at Kellen Mynn’s head.

 

[Kostodu Xyston]

Oh no oh no oh no! He was late! Master Mynn had been on the planet for a while now, and Kostodu had left him to fend for himself. What a bad Padawan he was. Now, he skidded around a corner in the anti-air battery's security station at full sprint, hoping to get to his master before something bad happened. Though of course, he hadn't obtained the title of Jedi Master for nothing.

Finally easing his nerves, he turned the last corner. And his nerves fired up again. There stood Master Kellen Mynn , blue lightsaber ignited, standing alone against three Sith (which he could tell from their obvious stench in the Force). His eyes widened as he reached for his lightsaber. Just as he did so, one of the Sith ignited their own weapon, striking at his Master's head.

As if things couldn't get worse, blue flames were clawing their way down the rafters above, and a strange demon was also descending, a humanoid upon its back. Luckily for Kostodu and his Master, it seemed as if this fight was just getting started. Good thing the Twi'lek wasn't too late.

He opened his mouth to announce his arrival, but closed it immediately, as he didn't want to risk distracting Master Mynn. Instead of words, he reached out a hand and channeled the power of the Force to try and push the Sith's lightsaber away from his Master's head. Although he hadn't trained too much in the ways of telekinesis, it should be enough to avert the strike. And to announce his entrance to the battle.

Firrerreo Marcus Dinn Syala

 

[Syala]

Fire. See. Someone had the right idea on dealing with Jedi. Burn them out. Smoke them out. Though the use of her name did frustrate her. Oh well, it meant using her alias was more useful now. For now she'd have to keep her focus on the situation now. As much as she was grinning and practically filled with energy, she knew better than to underestimate a Jedi Master...Especially one who seemed to have reinforcements coming in. It was amusing for lack of a better term. Most of the damage had been done in the security station. The console to alter the automated defences had been destroyed, and the most damage she could do now was just with the manual guns. Spending time here whilst innocent Bith died though? Sounded like how incompetent she believed the Jedi to be.

"So. You don't care about the innocents being burnt and slaughtered by the Mandalorians. How curious." Word games were one of the things that Syala always took enjoyment out of in a fight. She had done the exact same with Ko Vuto when she had faced the Kel-Dor. Apparently there was some kind of official name for it. Dun Moch, or something similar. It didn't matter much to her either way.

"His corpse will make fine materials. Do you mind if I take it?"

"Only if you let me get one of them." She waved her dagger in the direction of the commandos. Of course she wouldn't be able to stop Firrerreo either way, but if he got to get his little plaything, then Syala would get her own body to use for experimentation purposes. At the same moment of her waving her dagger in the direction of the commandos, she also sent her own flurry of flames in their direction, burning as vibrantly as her hair. Either a few of the commandos would burn, or the ensuing flames would affect their vision. It was a win-win situation either way.

The Jedi was quick to jump into acrobatics, and Syala decided to use that as her chance to make him waste his energy. Her reflexes were pretty heightened, thanks to her Nagai heritage and she wasn't a stranger to a duel or two. Dodging, ducking and weaving past the lightsaber to keep herself in the clear, occasionally using the Sithsteel dagger to deflect, but it was much more difficult than she'd admit. Sure, if she ignited her lightsaber at her hip, she could rely more on parrying and blocking, but unlike her dagger, using a lightsaber didn't come as naturally to her.

The Half-Nagai carried on with her movements, though thanks to the distraction of another Force Sensitive arriving, a stray shot through the growing smoke struck the Sith in her shoulder, sending her tumbling backwards. She just shot her hand outwards, sending out a crackle of Lightning directly in front of her, so as to try and give her some space to get her bearings again. An eleven versus three fight wasn't as enjoyable as she expected, but what else could you expect from some Jedi?

Kellen Mynn Firrerreo Kostodu Xyston Marcus Dinn

 

[Arla Rodarch]

Bith Research Facility
Clak'dor VII

With : Serrin
Engaging : EVE_0001
Aria, 4 Echani Moonguard, 4 UGF Blackhand with: Kellen Mynn
Reinforcements arriving soon

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

The shots were knocked harmlessly away, confirming Arla's suspicions that a third shot would have been useless. She was already moving to holster her sidearm as they ricocheted into the walls. Sighing, the Commander drew from a concealed pocket a silvery metal hilt. Her old lightsaber. She was no Jedi and didn't wish to appear one. Her people were suspicious and mistrusting of Force users. Necessity drove other than her wishes.

Drop the games, Sith. We're not here to talk.

A snap-hiss accompanied a pink glow that backlit Arla's scowling face. Blasters didn't do the job, so blades would get the task. Serrin had produced an unearthly and impressive Dathomiri wepon, so she'd come to the same conclusion seeing the failure of Arla's first two shots.

Arla advanced slowly, ready for the Sith to produce a surprise attack. She kept her blade between herself and her enemy, glowing pink, humming, as she advanced with it in her left hand. Her eyes were burning with resolve, purple and lit with the pink light of her shiny light blade.

 

[Mishel]

On the ground it was easy to get lost in the fray, what with one Sith launching armies and starfighters to bombard the civilians into nothing. Mishel focused on the light, the small nodules of it amongst the darkness. Her yellow lightsaber sprung to life as she cut through the waste, er, Sithlings and any of their entourage that got in her way. It was just that part of being a Sentinel, cut first ask questions later. Except she didn't need to ask questions they all bore the same sigils or at least wore the classic red and black of the Sith while throngs of innocents fled. She sensed the auras of a few Sith Lords, but their decisions to lurk in the darkness was their own. Most were simply bags of hot air as far as she was concerned.

Mishel on the other hand figured the one Jedi Master Kellen Mynn might need a hand or two. It would be all that she could provide as she rounded a corner or two, and as she arrived she could see a fight was in full swing. Syala and Firrerreo were on team red, and for team blue there had been the Jedi Master and Kostodu Xyston and then there was Marcus Dinn who apparently fought for team red, with a blue stick. Not that it was going to matter.

"Hey, what do we say we make this a good ol' fashion Corellian party?" She said with a smirk, yellow lightsaber at the ready, "and how are you guys without the Force?"

 

[Serrin]

TAG: Arla Rodarch EVE_0001

The Nightsister waited for Arla to make the first move when she holstered his pistol and ignited a magenta blade. A lightsaber was a Jedi’s Weapon, and Sith’s it seemed. The Nightsisters of Dathomir made their own weapons of Magick, each tribe having their own distinct design; Jedi usual had blue or green blades, Sith seemed to sport Red, and Nightsisters had ghastly peridot green. Serrin swept her Peridot Blade, and the Ichor crackling as she reached at Eve’s back side as she engaged Arla.

Serrin was not briefed on all the powers the Sith wielded, only the legends that some could create storms in their hands, casting lightning bolts and that they could read your mind. She wondered if this Dark Lady was probing her brain? Seeing the insecurity and unease at attacking a campfire story made flesh. Serrin wondered why these Darksiders were raiding the Bith, what was the objective? Or were they sadists who liked to throw their weight around and make those weaker than themselves suffer? At that thought The Night Sister felt a tinge of anger well up in her, to prey on the weak was cruel! The Bith were not hostile, not say like those folks in chrome masks with T shaped visor, Mavorians.. Mandals.. Mandalorians? At least their culture was war, and they stood a chance. The Bith were innocent and soft targets! Serrin growled as she added some ferocity to the sweep, she had never felt so furious! The more she thought about what The Sith were doing by invading this planet, the more cross she got.

 

[Kellen Mynn]

Bith
Weapons: Link & Link
Tag: Marcus Dinn Syala Firrerreo Kostodu Xyston Mishel

This was turning into a all out party and Kellen was honestly starting to enjoy it. The arrival of his Padawan, though late which he would address later surely, helped him duck under the wild swing of Marcus Dinn as he spun and continued engaging Syala . The Sith certainly knew how to wield that dagger of hers and she was quick and agile.

While the Commandos were focusing their attention on the Sithspawn, Kellen met the eyes of yet another timely arrival to the scene. A fellow Jedi by the look of her yellow saber and her words made his own warm smile match her own. "Let's. And I am as good without it as I am with it." Kellen leaned back as blaster fire came from across the room and struck his opponent in the shoulder as she collapsed backwards. He managed to raised his lightsaber in time to deflect her lightning attack, waving it off towards one of her allies in the hopes of striking them with some friendly fire in true Shien technique.

The Jedi Guardian took the quick moment to activate his commlink and contact the Bith security lead back at the research centre. With this place turning into a brawl pit he wouldn't be able to stop the damage already done to the anti-air systems but they might be able to cut it's power. It certainly wasn't ideal but not having anti-air cover was better than it being in the hands of the Sith.

Focusing his attention back on the three enemies, Kellen adopted a masterful Soresu form in anticipation of further attack.

"I'd consider surrending if I were any of you." The Jedi Master smirked. "We haven't even broken a sweat yet."

​

 

[Firrerreo]

Survival should be easy.

Should've been easy.

Firrerreo blinked slowly as he watched numerous people decide to join in one after another. Another Jedi Master, a whole squadron of troops, some random other Jedi whom he wasn't sure what they were doing. He let out a sigh before glancing to his Sithspawn. Then casually had the thing pick him up again and fly him off. He wasn't getting into whatever this mess was with his current skillset.

 

[Aziraphale]

TAGS: Kellen Mynn Kostodu Xyston Mishel Syala

In the throes of battle, where Sith and Jedi clashed with ferocious intensity, the dread figure of Aziraphale loomed. His interest, previously idle in the shadows, surged as formidable prey emerged on the field. This was no time for subtlety; his dark force presence unfurled like an eclipse, casting an oppressive shadow that seemed to swallow the sun's light, snuffing feelings of hope in his wake.

Aziraphale, known as the Dread Wraith, had once haunted the Battle of Chaldea with his aura of sheer despair. Now, wreathed in a sinister miasma of black flames, he descended his very arrival an omen of doom. The ground seemed to recoil under his boots, and a chilling laugh pierced the air, emanating from beneath his icy gaze that scoured the battlefield, challenging any who dared confront him.

With a series of sickening cracks, Aziraphale ignited his twin light whips. The air hummed with their malevolent energy, each lash scorching the earth, creating a circle of devastation around him. His presence alone was a blight, a herald of despair that promised nothing but destruction for all who stood in his path.

It was then that Aziraphale spoke, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade through silk. Deep and resonant, it rolled across the battlefield, each syllable dripping with a menacing richness that seemed to resonate with the very air around him.

"Come forth, brave warriors, let's see if your courage matches your recklessness. Step into the shadow of true power. I promise it'll be your last brave act."

He taunted, his words weaving a spell of dread and anticipation. The timbre of his voice was deceptively demure, yet underlaid with a dark, ominous edge that made the bravest hearts falter.

 

[Kostodu Xyston]

Well...this was getting chaotic. While Master Mynn easily evaded the blue lightsaber coming at his head and continued to fight a Sith girl, another ally showed up, and one of the enemies left (with their strange winged creature too). Kostodu produced his lightsaber in his right hand and half-turned to the newcomer. "I don't mind what kind of party this turns into...as long as we make it out alive! And what do you mean by 'how are we without the Force'? I mean...I rely on it pretty heavily..."

He didn't have time for any more words, as his focus was now honed on Marcus Dinn , who had just missed his slash to Master Mynn's head. Time to get into the fray and gain some experience. Kostodu lunged forward, lightsaber extended towards the Sith's torso, hoping to strike first, and strike quickly.

And then there was the factor of the woman with the yellow lightsaber behind him. Was she really on his side? No, stop! Paranoia won't help you.

Telling himself that didn't help much.

Kellen Mynn Syala Aziraphale Mishel

 

[EVE_0001]

TAGS- Arla Rodarch
Serrin

Eve blocked the sweep aimed for her back by flipping her lightsaber from her reverse handed grip and bringing the weapon over her right shoulder to intercept the ichor blade. She could indeed feel the anger Serrin used in her attack. It amused her to think that she was angering a Nightsister so easily. Keeping an eye on Aria Susni, Eve pushed Serrin's blade away, and pivoted to the left to gain some distance.

"I can feel your rage, Nightsister," she said, goading Serrin. "Use it!"

 

[Marcus Dinn]

Objective 2
Location: Anti-Air Security Station, Capital City
Allies: Syala Aziraphale
Enemies: Kellen Mynn Kostodu Xyston Mishel

Well, so much for that. With the departure of Firrerreo and his hex devil, the odds were once again against them. Not even the arrival of a third combatant for the Sith could dissuade Marcus from taking his leave.

They had succeeded in damaging the console, preventing anyone from easily stopping the automatic defense systems as they continued to fire upon Bith and GA targets. It would have to be enough. Marcus sidestepped Master Mynn entirely, exiting the station at a sprint.

/exit thread

 

[Mishel]

"Well that all seems fairly anti-climatic," with her lightsaber dismissed, and back on the hilt of her belt. "I trust you've got it from here, if you'll excuse me. There's beer and pizza waiting for me on the ship, provided the Corellians haven't eaten it." With that, Mishel took her leave from the fight and got a look at the Sith that seemingly fell out of a commercial. "Nice hair, by the way." With long red locks like that, they should make a killing modeling for one of those shampoo or cosmetic places.

The Princess Leia would meet with Mishel outside of the conflict zone, allowing Mishel to depart the fight before any Sith Lord tried to blow too much hot air her way.

Kellen Mynn | Syala | Aziraphale | et al​

/exit thread

 

[Annika Starfire]

Location: Bith
Objective: Sow fear
Tags: Ansisa Firrerreo Marcus Dinn Denn Verdan Salara Zambrano EVE_0001 Darth Kentarch Syala Arla Rodarch Saahar
Wearing: this

Annika watched and continued to film the carnage unfolding in front of her, blood spattered onto her device, but she didn't wipe it, the smear at the corner of the camera frame just added to the atmosphere she was trying to display. Already her stream had more reactions online than her burner account had followers, showing that the message their masters wished them to deliver was spreading quickly around the planet.

But now it looked like it might be time to leave, the enemy was strengthening and both heavily armed soldiers and Jedi looking types were beginning to advance on the novice Sith interlopers. ”I hope you have enjoyed the show. Its time for me to sign off, but we will be back very soon. Sweet dreams Bith.” she giggled at the theatrics of it all, this was what being an influencer was all about. She closed her device and slipped it into her waistband, enjoying the feeling of power.

The other acolytes nearby her seemed to have the same idea and she saw Firrerreo mounting and taking off on the creature he had created, the beast offered her a hand as it flew by and she took it, she wasn't sure if it was a good idea but it seemed better than waiting here to be overwhelmed by the defender. She felt her arm jerk as she was liked off of the ground and the creature carried both of the acolytes to relative safety.

 

[Kellen Mynn]

Bith
Weapons: Link & Link
Tag: Kostodu Xyston

Well, the Jedi Master was certainly glad this whole nonsense was over with. The lights inside the anti-air building flickered for a moment or two before it went dark as the Bith authorities had enough sense to follow his direction and cut power to the whole defensive grid. A shame but it was necessary to stop the carnage the Sith had started. He could almost respect their dedication to chaos if he wasn't so absolutely opposed to it.

"I would think our work here to be done. Come, Padawan, let us finalize our report with the Bith leadership then head off planet before that demon cloud thing outside starts more trouble."

With the primary threat over and the Sith acolytes and their troopers in retreat with no signs of further attack, the Bith would be able to clean up the mess themselves. They were, after all, a independent world.

/exit thread

​

 

[Serrin]

TAG: Arla Rodarch
EVE_0001

Serrin was rather awestruck when the Sith was able to parry her blade as if she had eyes in back of her head. Maybe the campfire stories were true, that the Dark Ones saw everything and could strike as she had done, without the need of sight!

The Nightsister felt her heart rate increase as she held the Magick blade in lock upbriefly and it was pushed away, nearly making her topple over. In the first meeting of Ichor Sword and the Blood Blade of a Sith in Serrin’s known memory, she felt for the first time what it was to come close to a Dark One. The ire she had before was now mixing within with alarm and insecurity, the stories.. they were alive before her and then this Dark Lady bid her give into The Rage, to use it against her.

“What?!” She said that in an almost child like tone, Serrin was feeling her mind buzz from something, was that the Shadow Side or Darkness? Mother Talizin had said it was different from the Magick, and that was clear, this presence.. it was altogether terrifying and yet.. exhilarating at once! She felt the fury rise as a fire once more and her eyes flashed from peridot green flame to a amber flame! Serrin re-engaged the Sith with a flurry of wild swings and cuts, as she screamed with an angst of a scorned Witch.

What The Nightsister failed to understand was she was stepping into the grasp of her enemy, that giving into anger, something foreign to her having always been someone who radiated compassion and mercy, was to play on the Sith’s table which they knew well with its red and dark squares. The Daughrer of Dathomir had opened herself up to a counter attack with unbridled sweeps and swings, beckoning the burning blade of this Sith to leave a mark.

 

[Kostodu Xyston]

Kostodu looked around cautiously before deactivating his lightsaber and returning it to his utility belt. So that was that? The Sith had fled, but it was a short-lived victory. They had successfully caused chaos, which resulted in loss of life. It was a shame Kostodu hadn't been here earlier, although he wouldn't have made much of a difference.

He followed Master Kellen Mynn out of the emplacement, watching smoke rise in the distance. Was this all the help that would be rendered by the Jedi Order and the GA? It felt wrong. The Senators wouldn't give a damn about this world since it wasn't part of the Alliance. But the Bith deserved help and supplies nonetheless.

Maybe, by not giving the Bith support for the reason that they were independent, it would motivate the government to consider joining the GA. It was messed up, certainly. But the politicians in control of the galaxy's greatest superpower would always do what was best for their personal gain. And a lowly Padawan couldn't do anything to stop it.

/exit thread

 

[Arla Rodarch]

Bith Research Facility
Clak'dor VII

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

Pink blade keeping a wary guard between Arla and Eve, the Commander's experienced eyes assessed the contest as it went on. Serrin seemed more than able to hold her own. This was the first time Arla had seen the Nightsister in combat, and she was more than impressed. Their opponent being able to deal effectively with such a skilled and talented fighter was clearly no slouch in a fight either.

She liked to talk, this one, and despite Arla's dislike of the Sith personally and professionally, she respected Eve's ability to fight and talk effectively. Most could do one or both, to varying degrees of success. In a close fight like this, there was no easy way to monitor the overall battle, and so events elsewhere didn't impact on the duel.

As Eve goaded Serrin, Arla gave ground several steps, opening the distance between herself and the Sith, with Serrin beyond. Arla raised her right hand, and gestured in the Sith's direction.

Through the Force, as she had been trained, the Commander focused on the energy between all things, living and not. The lightsaber of their enemy burned as brightly in the Force as its glowy blade did in the physical realm. Arla concentrated on the energy of the weapon, and drew it out, slowly at first, then more, like opening a tap to release a flow of water. She was draining the power cell and the weapon itself, intending to harm its ability to function as well as its ability to restore itself. The effect should make the blade start to flicker as the weapon struggles to maintain itself. Left unchecked, the process would completely drain the power of Eve's Sith lightsaber.

Aziraphale Annika Starfire Ansisa Marcus Dinn Salara Zambrano Syala Sahar

 

[EVE_0001]

TAGS- Arla Rodarch
Serrin

Eve's eyes widened in surprise as she noticed her lightsaber starting to sputter and flicker as if it were malfunctioning. Lady Venge had assured her that the weapon had been checked thoroughly before it was given to her. There was no reason....unless.....

Eve noticed Aria's gesture and made the connection. She was draining the lightsaber's powercell. Clever, very clever.

Extinguishing her saber and clipping it to her belt, Eve dropped to one knee and slammed her right hand to the ground, intending to use a strategy taught to her by Lady Venge. Currents of Force Lightning surrounded Eve and radiated outwards in a slowly expanding circle.

"You may want to move, girls," Eve said with a smirk as the Force Lightning began snaking towards both Aria and Serrin.

 

[Serrin]

TAG: Arla Rodarch EVE_0001

For the Nightsister it was too late, he rage had lead her in her wild swings into the circle of lightning, a bolt rose and wrapped around her, shocking her, as he body jolted and shook from the current, her skull briefly was seen as he light burned her and threw her down before the Sith.

This was the price of dancing with a Sith in combat. Serrin now laid on the ground smoking, her body shaking still even though she was longer a lightning conductor of flesh. Still more serpentine bolts were rising, and The Nightsister laid there limp, she had let anger put her in a dangerous zone. Twitching, her eyes closed, beneath them her eyes rolled, moving the mini curtains of lid skin.

Another arch of lightning was coming to her body like a twister, and she was unable to move, her Ichor Sword had fallen away, and extinguished. The Nightsister was in grave peril, the stories had been true, The Dark Ones wielded storms so furious they could render a Daughter of Dathomir dead in the water, as Serrin was now, her breath faint.

She saw the face of Navina,
“Your thrist for adventure has undone you sis.”

Serrin looked at her Big Sister,
“All the stories were true.. the Dark Ones.. they are so strong..”

Navina nodded,
“You failed when you embraced their faith.. rage is a fuel of the dark side, and you let her manipulate you into her hand.”

Serrin laid before her Big Sister,
“Nothing has gone as I have expected.. I have killed for an order not my own, and now am felled by an enemy I have never known.”

Navina nodded,
“I told you leaving Dathomir would have repercussions. Now you must live with them, if you choose to live.”

Serrin eyes her Sis,
“What does that mean?!”

Navina placed her pale grey hand on her cheek,
“You are about to die unless you raise yourself.. wake up little sis or perish!”

Serrin opened her eyes and gasped as a great bolt swirled to strike her and she rolled out of the path, coughing and holding her chest. Her entire body ached and stung with needles in her muscles. She felt faint and weak, barely able muster any movement.

“Thank you Big Sis.. even if you were a figment!”

The Nightsister backed away from circle of lightning and rising serpentine bolts with every ounce of strength she had left. The power of the dark side was on full display.