The Abyssal Zone (GA vs. OS: Invasion of Dulvoyinn)

[Asmus Janes]

Location: Near the Hungering Mynock
Objective: Make an entrance
Allies: Galactic Alliance, Rogue Squadron: [ 2: [member="Aedan Lochlan"] | 4: [member="Berric Kelso"] | 5: [member="Loske Matson"] | 7: [member="Choli Vyn"] | 8: [member="Encouragement Gets"] | 9: [member="Asmus Janes"] | 10: [member="Areiana Slayer"] | 11 [member="Alexandra Russo"] | 12: [member="Lucius Varad"] ]
Enemy: The One Sith
Equipment: TX-100 X-Wing Fighter

“I see them,” Asmus replied. The ship didn’t recognise the design of the fighters and he wasn’t close enough for a visual inspection. The red pings kept dropping in and out of his scanner and his suspicion was confirmed a moment later by an alert on his display.

“Two, I’m struggling to get a lock?”

“Confirmed.”

“Control, I’m getting jammed out here by bogeys, lend me your eyes!” Asmus called. Despite getting jammed by the enemy vessels, they were well within sensor range of their base ship. The powerful Star Defender could cut through any jamming provided by a fighter. Within a couple of seconds the red dots were back. They still wouldn’t be able to achieve any form of missile lock.

“Coming in hard on our left!” Asmus called, angling his agile fighter away. The fighters passed them by at high speed without firing. “They’re playing with us Two, break right!” As he enacted the manoeuvre he kept one eye on the path being traced by the enemy. “Didn’t recognise the silhouette, they’re small and fast.”

Asmus fell silent. The enemy were before him again. His augmented reality HUD put red circles on each fighter so he could track them beyond visual range. If they engaged at extreme range with missiles the Rogues would be in trouble, but so far no event was picked up by his scanners. If they wanted the play a game, Asmus intended to win.

“Rogue One, think they’re trying to keep us occupied. Watch for another group.”

“Roger.”

 

[Taeli Raaf]

ANS Fondor's Aegis
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Cole Katarn"] @other Alliance members
Enemies: [member="Raien Keth"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Isamu Baelor"] @the spawn of Zambrano

NPCs: 40 Harbinger Droids, 9,891 Alliance Marines (they're having a really rough day already)

He was forcing her to relive those moments, those moments of pain and loss she had felt. She could picture them, feel the emotions of them... and she kept rolling those back towards him.

"You don't realize one important thing..." she said quietly, in contrast to his yells, "I have to live with all of this everyday of my life... and I'm still here."

She kept the loop going, pushing more of her painful memories... more of the emotional load of her actions into his mind. The question he probably hadn't counted on was how do you break someone who knows what they did, lives with what they did on a regular basis, wakes up to see the evidence of those years etched on her face, knows that she has to keep going for their memories? For that was the mark of true acceptance; knowing what she had done, living with her actions, and still living her life and making atonement for the past.

He was trying to push the excess energies, the energies threatening to overload him, out into the environment. Red sparks of lightning lanced out, scorching the corridor. She in turn was feeding back what he was projecting back at her into him. The expression of it being a twisted and odd version of Vaapad was right, but she had a plan for him now. Around the Sith, a shimmering barrier of the light side appeared, a barrier meant to contain and trap the energies he was releasing to relieve the pressure on himself around him.

It was taking all her concentration to keep the feed of memories and emotions flowing into his head and to maintain the barrier trapping him with his own discharges. Something had to give soon, and if this didn't work... well... there was always another plan.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Onboard her Phasma Class Infiltrator.
Allies: One Sith, Sith Assassins.
Enemies: Galactic Alliance: [member="Alexandra Russo"], [member="Choli Vyn"]

Armament:
Assassin armour.
2x curved-hilt lightsabres.
Nagajj & Tsaisibola.
Rudis of the Dark Lord.
3x thermal detonators.
Standard issue vibrodagger.

As Darth Ophidia pumped terror into the minds of the susceptible, combatting the iron walls they put up against her tightening noose, the Force suddenly screamed warnings at her. The Darth’s formerly clenched eyes, burning orange against her ashen skin, opened wide as her danger-sense triggered. It was a split second decision, the dangerous one had made her attack and they were not fast enough to avoid, not without a pilot of more exceptional skill than her, Darling, and Vark combined.

The droid shouted a string of binary informing of the lock-on and the approaching Proton torpedoes shot at their tail by Choli Vyn. There was no time for thoughtful reaction, only simple self-preservation.

Though the Rattataki’s eyes were wide open, she did not lay her gaze upon the interior of the ship, rather it was concerned with the outside and of making it in time. The tendrils melted away carelessly. Sometimes, such a sudden drop of mental intrusion could harm the persons involved, but there was no time for caution. Caution seized when the Epicanthix got her lock on their position.

A voice like resounding thunder, yet sharp like a songsteel knife. The phantasmal touch brushed her mind like an endless string of fingers, scratching the inside of her skull. It sang its song to the Aspect of Death; a lullaby of shadows. Through the dark song, time slowed as words defined themselves in her mind.

Swira imrsas diâ winwi, Ophidia.

Both her hands shot out, her fingers curling like the bared fangs of the serpents she so adored, then clenched as though she wished to choke the life out of the very air before her. Her lips pulled back in a wicked smirk as the power she had once directed to crumple minds, now turned to telekinetically crush the shell of the torpedoes and detonating them prematurely. Hopefully, the resounding explosion would be enough to cover their retreat. Perhaps the Epicanthix would still feel their presence, but she was not on Ophidia’s list yet.

The cloaking systems of the Phasma were back up, drawing power from the other systems and slowing them down considerably, but also turning them into the shadow of a phantom in the vastness of space. Ophidia was not here for a mere handful of pilots.

Her prize was the ANS Belshazzar and all the lives it protected. The hand of death would touch them all.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ST1t2mBkykA​

Location: Aboard the ANS Fondor's Aegis
Objective: Knock over the Grandmaster's Sand Castle
Allies:

• The One Sith
• [member="Isamu Baelor"]
• [member="Raien Keth"]
• [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]
• [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
  

Enemies:

• The Alliance
• [member="Ryan Korr"]
• [member="Taeli Raaf"]
• [member="Kana Truden"]
• [member="Cole Katarn"]

Fluff:

• Two Battalions of Zero-G Blackblade Guardsmen

Armament:

• Pressurized Variant of the Tyrant Armor
• Sith Shuk'orok
• Curved Sith Lightsaber
• Gabriel's Stolen Lightsaber
• Primordial Signet Ring

For several moments they struggled, scarlet against cerulean, sparks spitting as the humming beams of plasma crackled and pulsed with their wielder's respective strengths. Vornskr had the physical advantage, the muscles in his arms bulging against taut skin as he continued to push his blade down against the smaller man, both of his hands gripping the weapon's hilt. He took a step forward, intensifying the strain being applied to Korr's saber with a renewed grunt of effort. The darkness swirled about both of them now, and Vornskr could feel the hate churning in the Jedi, the dark primal urge to maim and to kill, and he could feel that anger being directed at him.

But would the Jedi submit to the darkness like so many of his compatriots? Vornskr was unsure, he wasn't as familiar with this man as he was with so many others, but he could taste the man's past suffering as he wrestled with his inner violence. Yet no goading words came from Vornskr, there struggle was beyond mere words by now as their spirits wrestled through the ethereal as the penumbra of the Dark Side saturated everything around them. He could feel Korr sinking into the dark, falling... struggling... and then... Acceptance? Befuddlement crossed the Sith Lord's features, and then the pang of danger blossomed in his mind as another blade seemed to materialize from Korr's body to strike at the Sith Lord's hilt. Vornskr's spread his left hand to act as a shield, allowing the blade to collide with the beskar plating before reverberating off with a electrified pang.

Vornskr narrowed his eyes and lunged backwards to create some distance between him and Korr. Now he could see what had happened. Korr had nearly given himself to the dark, almost convinced himself that it would give him the power he needed to right all of the wrongs in the galaxy and almost drowned in those dark apothic waters. Now he sat at the banks of that great and mighty ocean, letting the tide caress his body as it came in and out. Vornskr had long ago submerged himself in that ocean, allowing his body to sink into the shadows until no light could pierce the waters, but he did not drown. The Dark Side was a tool that coursed through him, permeated his very being until he was a vessel of its will.

A monstrous champion of hate.

But what Korr was doing was nothing new, he had seen many others attempt the same thing with varying levels of effectiveness. Korr's technique may be more sophisticated than those other fools, but in the end Vornskr was confident, perhaps overly so. And with but a whisper he roused the glyphs inscribed onto the shok'oroks he wore on either hand, activating their eldritch power to siphon the Force itself from the environment to empower the wielder with extended longevity in battle. And while it had never been tested against a practitioner of Vaapad in an actual live engagement, he was sure that it would perform just fine.

"The only thing I see, Jedi." he spat venomously as Korr lunged forward to renew the assault, both of his cerulean blades a catastrophic whirl of energy and ferocity. Vornskr slid one hand down to his waist to pluck the formally shorted out blade from where it dangled lazily, and activated its blade alongside the one he already held aloft. "Is a dead man." They collided together, azure shadow against garnet night, with movements that were beyond the normal realm of visual comprehension, both combatants prime warriors at the apex of their skill against one another. Fresh wounds were inflicted wherever they tread, gashes in the walls and floors sparking into existence as everything became a shield, bodies thrown callously back and forth or cut into bloody shreds as they fought for advantage.

However; Vornskr was significantly slower than his smaller, more nimble adversary, and as the fight progressed it was obvious that the Sith Lord preferred a doggedly tenacious grounded approach while combining several aspects of differing Lightsaber forms into one versatile hybrid form that he used to attack, pursue, block, and parry while also using the Force to tear off sheets of durasteel plating from the walls and floors to use as missiles to attack Korr from all angles. Anyone or anything that was caught inbetween their tumultuous battle was annihilated, whether that was Alliance Marine or Blackblade Guard.

Nothing was safe from them.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Location: Near the Hungering Mynock
Objective: Reboot & be useful
Allies: Galactic Alliance, Rogue Squadron: [ 2: Aedan Lochlan | 4: Berric Kelso | 5: Loske Matson | 7: Choli Vyn | 8: Encouragement Gets | 9: Asmus Janes | 10: Areiana Slayer | 11 Alexandra Russo | 12: Lucius Varad ]
Enemy: The One Sith
Equipment: T-70 X-Wing Fighter

“Shields to front, 80!” The words found her lips before she had time to react. Frank, without hesitation, immediately forwarded the translucent protection to the nose of her fighter; before the blast from the back of the starfighter. The hue from the turbo laser ignited from the behind of the bogie, and coloured her viewport with blinding contact. The shields absorbed most of the impact without damage, but the colourful interaction raced over her T-70. That was hit number one.

That missing 20% had been a miscall on her part. Red flashed across her HUD as her finger clamped on the trigger.

“Son of a Murglak - You’ve got to be kidding me,” Loske hissed through clenched teeth, the message clear as day on the display. Weapons failure.

[Rogue Five, you’ve got lock! Take the shot!]

Frantic, she pressed the trigger several times, hoping this was a glitch as the Sith’s fighter ahead continued to fire.

“Frank! Get me online, now now now!”

[I’m trying - we’re going to need to reboot.]

Sun kissed though she may be, the colour drained from her face at that announcement. She’d never had a simulation for this. Never. Not with so much chaos going on around and she’d have to go through a full re-flush and be temporarily cold shirted.

She was silent for a moment as her comm chatted away excitedly, the team instructing her on their forward positions. She was useless right now.

“Do it. Reboot me now. Do it fast!”

Exhale.

“This is Rogue Five, dropping back-systems failure. Last hit did some damage - go ahead and give ‘em heck. Stop that ship from getting in the hangar of Mynock.”

That comment was her last one before the X-wing lost its tell tale feature, the S-foils retracting and smoothing out. The cockpit went relatively dark, indiscernible beeps echoed and Loske sat in the silence while the chaos roared around her. She could hardly notice any sound other than her own heart palpitating noisily; the naked eye keeping a scan on the ships around her as her ship dropped from the engagement of the Sith’s fighter.

After what seemed like hours, her HUD lit up again; activity flooding the cockpit.

[We’re online.] Came the confirmed report from her co-pilot, astromech and at this time, life saver. [Shields at 100% until otherwise].

“Just in time for those FE babies. This is Rogue Five, back online. I’ll be on your wing, Rogue Two."

 

[Raien Keth]

Location: Aboard the ANS Fondor's Aegis. Stopped on the way to Life Support, Facing [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Mission: Past Purified or Present Paid for in Force Blood?
Allies: The One Sith | [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Cole Katarn"] and anyone in the way.
Rogue Squadron, tagged at end of post.

Strengths of memory tested, his mind held to ideals, even as lesser mental shards of his now fell away to oblivion. Memories, Taeli could live with them, honor them with what she had become, perhaps pay life debts owed. But could she sacrifice them? Would she say goodbye to those things that had shaped her past? He had, when becoming the sithspawn, assuming the last history of Krayt. Giving who you were, no greater sacrifice could be asked of her, them, than what came next.

Deeper down the rabbit hole.

Taeli hadn’t take the bait of the sphere in his mind to attack, hadn’t struck at all. Perhaps the most controlled of the Jedi Masters he had faced thus far, in his long years, galaxy hope she took that observation as compliment. His focus on her reached its apex. The barrier, her barrier was the first thing to offer resistance upon which to strike, containing him as it did, and so he did strike in his own shared, containing way.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06H_6oI4EK4​

Physical to Mental, resistance reverses the loop. ​

An old wolf has one last howl at the moon. – The Scrolls of Taiden Keth, #Entry 301​

Inside her mind, her memories carried that which she honored by her new life, her past, her duty to remember and sacrifices in justice of, her purpose and integrity. Those memories might see bubbles of their own appear attempting to contain them, as she did to Raien. Pushing out their building energy regardless, Raien fully shot lightening into the barrier containing him, probably it tested the Jedi Master's control in possible surprise, but it also arced across its surface back into him, white hot pain, lacerating force born cuts that he was so used to experiencing. Those cuts, pain, new wounds that would never heal now within the armor. That same finality in his malice would be thrust toward HER mind, aimed across her memories, storms of energy trying to snuff them out, crack them, mar or fade what she honored. Trying to take that long hard road from her, what she had earned with her struggles.

“You endure much,” twisted kinship of sorts, inside his wracking bubbled shell of torment, his voice found the control of old, deepened, demanding. Momentary respect? He was not capable of such now, only finding fitting test for Taeli ahead of him, to draw her potential out. “Is that enough. Is that all you are.” Would she move to resist to defend her mind, or would she attack him now, as he struck here at perhaps the most personal of places to her? Had he found the right spot to twist the knife to release the Sith inside once more? She might sense his motive, for it was not hidden in the slightest.

Even as his own force power wounded himself behind his armor, he assumed to teach, to strengthen those he faced, in their use to him.

Elsewhere.
Rogue Squadron
Five flarestar class attack shuttles were departing the alliance flagship in formation, carrying about 40 new DNA samples for processing stacked up as human cargo, to continue to diversify the Byss Hive. Some alliance captives were still alive, many were dying, all would suffer a fate the same as those at Coruscant if they got past Rogue Squadron. Sadly unlike the more honorable Amadis, in true Keth style here, the squadron would have to fire on their own dying men when shooting the shuttles, a mercy if you knew Raien sure enough, but not a comforting one. #Horrid wartime calls.

[ 4: [member="Berric Kelso"] | 5: [member="Loske Matson"] | 7: [member="Choli Vyn"] | 8: [member="Encouragement Gets"] | 9: [member="Asmus Janes"] | 10: [member="Areiana Slayer"] | 11: [member="Alexandra Russo"] | 12: [member="Lucius Varad"]]

Gear:
Edge of Truth lightsaber | Heavy Vong Spiked Maul grown in place of his left hand (wounded) | Krayt’s Reborn Armor
Fluff: (30/250) Biodroids MK2’s - Byss Hive, using GA DNA Templates
Biodroids: Departing on 5 small shuttles, headed for the Sith flagship

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: The Belshazaar
Objective: Do something
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance and [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Gear: First post

They were almost there to the Alliance carrier, and they were ready to do their duty. Though, they wouldn't be rushing head first in the upcoming battle like the other infantry battalions. Instead, they'd maneuver as assassins with the unique armor that they had on their body. What was so special about this prototype was that it had di-chrome installed in it and when it was activated it absorbed the light and blended with the surroundings of the user. A cheap camouflage technology and very effective. Of course, sensors would still pick their signatures but it'd sure confuse the enemy when they can't see what's in front of them. Or at least that's what Lyle thought.

"We're entering the shuttle now," the pilot announced to Lyle and his unit. With the tension between Alliance and Imperial troopers still continuing on the hangar of the Belshazaar the Agent was going to take advantage of this and navigate through the crossfire of both sides.

The vessel came to a halt, but it didn't landed. Instead, it was suspended from the ground of the hangar so that the pilot could get out of harm's way and transport more troops. "Move, move," the Agent ordered to his men and jumped on to the floor of the hangar. No doubt did projectiles came at their way and it did impacted on the plastoid shell that protected them, but they could still move and carry out their duty to the Empire. Just as the Baleor expected the enemy stopped wasting their ammunition on him and his squad which gave him the opportunity to advance without paying any attention to any Alliance soldiers.

As they advanced on the deck of the hangar he and his unit came across a squad of six Alliance marines. The Czerka phrik combat knife was unsheathed and the Baelor came behind one of the marines and slit his throat. The same fate would be shared with the rest of the squad as they were executed by snapping their necks or some other silent killing method that wouldn't bring much attention to them. "Let's get a move on, troops. This isn't our objective." He already knew what area of the ship to sabotage: the main reactor.

He also hoped that no one saw him and his squad assassinating those six hostiles marines because that would just compromise them. Deadly they were, but only under the noses of the enemy.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Location: ANS [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Fondor’s Aegis[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px], Passageway[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Allies (none in vicinity): [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Cole Katarn"] | [member="Kana Truden"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | (rest not in vicinity) [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Raien Keth"][/SIZE]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMgsC8kVOBI

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He gave himself over fully to the fight, letting the primal thrill of battle surround him; equal parts terror and rapture. A spiraling hurricane raged about them in the Force, light and dark, a swirling mass that fed back on itself, and he the storm’s eye. Tranquility in the admittance of his desire to [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]win [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]did not absolve him of the constant struggle to keep himself away from those ragged black stormwalls. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]A meter-long cerulean beam whirled in tandem with its shorter cousin in a blinding latticework of exchanges as Jedi and Sith traded blows faster than the eye could see. Every strike, every parry came swift and blinding as lightning. The ferocity of the Vahla Master’s attacks matched Vornskr’s own. He didn’t probe the Darth’s defense, he simply sought to overwhelm it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Metal groaned and a box from the bulkhead tore loose and hurtled toward Korr, slamming into his back and eliciting a grunt of pain. A thin sheet of durasteel peeled away from the deck and followed. Ryan thumbed the dual-phase on his shoto and sheared the sheet in half with a swift downward stroke. The halves fell away, smoke curling from the orange glow of their edges. The Vahla advanced through them, eyes a stormy gray.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]A strange sensation passed over him, as if the Force energy beating inside his breast was somehow being sucked away. The stream trickled out in a slow, but steady bleed. It wouldn’t be enough.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]A sneer curled Ryan’s lips and he launched into a renewed assault.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Stolen power can’t save you, cretin.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]In heavy armor, the Darth was slow, but that was hardly the most damning affliction he faced. Korr’s lamellar, while not nearly as sturdy as the phrik plates, would short out Vornksr’s blades upon contact - severely limiting his options for counter-attacks. Worse than all these, though, was the wound he’d taken to the gut. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]A meter of razor-edged songsteel through the intestines would leave the victim to bleed out slowly, but a lightsaber was a different affair. The heat from the blade cauterized wounds, true, but it also vaporized liquids, like blood and water, and turned them to steam. The vital organs just above the intestines, like the liver, would be flash cooked by the steam. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The wound hadn’t even been an in and out thrust. Korr had held the blade in for as long as he could and even twisted it around, the same way Jedi did when trying to melt through a blast door. Epicanthix physiology was not wildly different from humans, their insides just as fragile. On the outside the wound appeared no more than a smoking hole in the Sith Lord’s plate armor, but his gut was undoubtedly a slagged ruin. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]A mortal blow? Well, that depended on your definition of being alive, which to the Iron Tyrant seemed fairly flexible, but it seemed the only thing keeping him on his feet was a constant stream of the Dark Side. Ryan suspected that that, combined with the weight of his armor and the casual use of the Force to hurl objects, would wear him down. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]No reason why Korr shouldn’t quicken the process.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Blades the pallor of cloudless skies darted out again and again, slashing at helmet’s lenses, thrusting toward gaps in the armor’s joints at the elbows, under the armpits, the hamstrings and the hips. Seeking to blind and cripple the man, goading him to die.[/SIZE]

 

[Sieb Tevv]

Location: ANS Fondor's Aegis, The Bridge
Enemies: [member="Raien Keth"] | [member="Isamu Baelor"]
Ally: [member="Lucius Varad"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]

"Situation report!" barked the Sullustan admiral.

"Five bandits pulling out of our hangar, sir. Targeting computer indicates flarestar-class. Holorecordings show they were loaded with Alliance POWs prior to departure. Reports from personnel in the area confirm."

"Blast," Sieb slammed a fist against the arm of his command chair. He refused to let Alliance men and women fall captive to the Sith. They all knew what happened to Sith prisoners. And blazes if Sieb would let them be taken without a fight. "Reassign those shuttles as priority aurek for all port side ion turrets."

Within thirty seconds, a dozen or so ion turrets poured coordinated fire at the fleeing flarestars.

Another officer turned to Sieb, eyes affright. "Sir, we've got multiple confirmed reports of Sith shock troopers making their way toward the bridge."

Tevv pulled furiously at the lobe of one of his large ears. "Evacuate all nonessential personnel from those areas. Seal the blast doors and deploy laser trip mines in the passageways."

 

[Joy]

Location: ANS Belshazzar, Hangar
Enemies: [member="Lyle Baelor"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Allies: [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"]

Where had that squad of Marines got to? In all the confusion, Abel'd gotten separated from the soldiers. They could probably take care of themselves, but Abel didn't know the ship very well. Needed someone to help him get from point a to point b. Besides, wandering through a battle zone alone was something Abel didn't want to do ever again.

"Huh, they were supposed to be right h-"

Abel felt rather than saw their deaths as he entered the hangar. His eyes flicked from the bodies on the ground pooling blood to the shifting shapes right in front of him. He could still feel those presences in the Force, full of hostile determination, but they kept shifting before his eyes. Some sort of illusion, or some new fangled gear, maybe.

Uh oh.

Suddenly, Padawan Groves felt pretty underdressed in his simple robes. Hopefully the lightsaber would be enough. He activated the weapon reluctantly, casting one last sorrowful glance in the direction of the dead soldiers.

"Surrender, please. I don't want to hurt any of you."

 

[Aela Talith]

Immortal Titan
Lower Weapons Deck
[member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Cameron Centurion"]

It was almost like she'd planned it, the soldier wandered over to her in the exact moment that she needed him, or rather, in the exact moment that she needed something. Had it not been for her uncle the plan would have been simpler, and much less dangerous at that, but with Cameron here things were about to get...far more difficult.

"Run." She said simply, her free hand suddenly pushing up and out. Her Uncle would suddenly be accosted with a powerful push in the force, a rippling wave that would send him flying away from the console and back towards where he had first entered the room. At the same time Aela threw her lightsaber into the air, suspending it there for half a second as she reached behind the soldier and grabbed a grenade from a small pouch on the back of his belt. She armed the device, and before anything else could happen tossed it down into the catwalk below.


Alliance Soldier's immediately began to sprint.

Arn lead the charge, or perhaps the retreat would be more accurate. Grabbing people and pulling them towards the doors. The Chiss Knight half turned towards Aela, a questioning look on his face as she simply shrugged.

The plan had more finesse originally, but her Uncle had complicated matters. She flinched as she heard the sound of the exploding detonator, the blast biting into the durasteel of the capacitors below, shredding the metal and releasing the energy contained within. Sharp, powerful strike of electricity lanced from the capacitors, biting and then exploding into the area around them. Flames began to spew, blast of concussive force nearly sending the Jedi Marshall to her knees.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=46u_Ggsub1A[/media]​

Location: Aboard the OSN Hungry Mynock
Objective: Destroy the alliance dogs.
Allies:
The One Sith
[member="Darth Erebos"]
[member="Darth Vornskr"]

Enemies:
The Alliance
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Fluff:
Two Battalions of Zero-G Blackblade Guardsmen

Armament:
Dreadplate Armor
Valthris the Dark Crystal
Cortosis Gauntlets
Daesumnor
ACS-205 Dual Weapon System
Sith Lightsaber 1
Primordial Signet Ring

Blaster fire raged all about them as hell broke loose near the bridge, the droid forces of Darth Erebos clashing with the men of the alliance surrounding the Jedi Master who led them. Powerful repeaters fired from the republic forces sending men scurrying to cover, swiftly cutting down those unfortunate enough to get caught out in the open. Sith, Alliance, Jedi, Sith, Innocent, Guilty, they were all the same when sliced down and life drained. All of them were exactly the same to Darth Prazutis when the life faded from their eyes.

But they wouldn't be the first and they certainly wouldn't be the last lives lost. A pair of doors exploded inside as smoke grenades were fired in, belching thick smoke into the area. It was then that they entered. Men known in nearly every corner of the galaxy battle hardened, elite training, known for their sheer brutality and unwavering loyalty. They were the Blackblade Guards, the black-iron clad soldiers of the Butcher-King's legion entered the fray. Heavy guardsman led firing powerful Hellstorm Blastercannons into the fray to put pressure on the repeaters while more of these elite troopers slipped into the room, a hailstorm of blaster fire.

Sweeping through the doors however making his presence known was a man well over a foot taller than any man in the area. He wore no armor of the Blackblade Legion rather a set of black-iron plate painting the visage of some ironclad demon entering the fray, the dark side radiated from his body like a thick rolling fog, an aura of uneasiness following him into the room as he headed straight for Jacen Voidstalker. Prazutis gripped a crimson lightsaber in his hand as he stomped through the chamber.

With an uncanny speed and grace for someone of his stature Prazutis deflected blasts tossed his way, the Dark Titan appeared at first glance to be focused solely on Jacen, but a smarter mind knew he was well aware of everything going on in the chamber. Prazutis grinned as he heard the Jedi Masters jaunts and with the flurry of his blade the man was beckoning them on. Good. The man had courage, it would make executing him here all the more satisfying. Prazutis broke into a charge towards the man and would lunge through the air to deliver a powerful barrage of strikes in the Djem-So fighting style.

 

[Ilsa Voll]

Location: ANS Fonder's Aegis
Allies: Galactic Alliance
Enemies: One Sith, [member="Isamu Baelor"]
Equipment:

• Body Armor
• Primary Weapon
• Sidearm
• Fragmentation Grenades (generic)
• Thermal Detonators (generic)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gk-nFm5J_u8&index=2&list=PLP5-9ZcVqB56se-jW1VR5lw0gqkptPO2m​

Voll put burst after careful burst down the hall at the enemies approaching. Unfortunately, as the smoke cleared she realized that she had a bit of a problem. Her bursts of fire were impacting on the energy shields her enemies carried and ricocheting off. Her primary weapon rendered ineffective, she took a moment to think as she stitched another burst downrange.

Decision made, she took her hand off the trigger of the weapon. Blaster bolts burst around her, the few marines still standing falling back to better defended positions. That was fine with Voll. That was their training.

Her's was different.

In the face of insurmountable odds, in the face of death and defeat, Eisenwelten troops were training to keep fighting, to keep pushing. They felt fear like any being, but their training helped them cope with the emotion. She could feel the tightness behind her breastbone, the gibbering voice of panic in the back of her mind like a distant shouting. She ignored it. How many times had she felt the same feeling before? She quashed it again.

Eisenwelten shock troops were among the most elite infantry forces fielded by her homeworld. Fearless, skilled, and relentlessly trained they were relied on to break the toughest defenses and take the most costly objectives. Voll knew she wasn't trained up to their standards, but she had one thing they never had or ever would.

Ahead of the shock troops, operating as the tip of the spear and the first point of contact were the Eisenwelten Kampfpanzer Korps. Tactically flexible, tenacious, and every ounce as fearless as their infantry counterparts, Voll and her comrades lead the charge. Her first mistake with her current situation was now blatantly clear as she pulled a fragmentation grenade from her belt. She was operating as infantry. Infantry held.

Kampfpanzer Korps attacked.

The grenade rolled down the hall, thrown hard and fast. It bounced just past the trio of enemy soldiers for a brief moment before detonating. The soldiers stumbled, but held firm, their armor taking the brunt of the damage, but the split second was all Voll needed.

Her UM-815 left on the deck, she launched her small frame up and bolted across the deck. To their credit, their return fire was hardly inaccurate. A blaster bolt creased across her thigh as another glanced off her hip, bringing a gasp of pain, but the distance was closed.

A gauntleted hand grabbed through the energy shield, grasping the top of the leftmost soldier's breastplate. Using it as a fulcrum, she let momentum carry her forward, planting both heels into the chest of the soldier ahead of her. As the kicked soldier stumbled back, she ducked the swing from the solder she held by the chest and pulled the disruptor pistol from its holster on her hip. Spotting the third solder level a weapon, she yanked as hard as she could, pulling the first soldier between her and the shooter. She didn't wait to hear the discharge before leveling the pistol at the shooting soldier, but she smelled the ionized air and charred smell as the man's bolts killed the soldier she held. A quick pull of the trigger and the shooter died as well, his torso punctured by the pistol she carried.

Before she could address the last soldier, a burst of fire stitched up her left leg. The armor held, but the impact still hurt and left the limb numb. Clattering to the floor, she flicked the barrel of the disruptor around and pulled the trigger twice. The pair of shots killed the last soldier, the material around the man's wounds turned to ash from the power of the sidearm she carried.

Slowly getting to her feet, she realized two things. First, she needed something to level the playing field against the energy shields her enemies carried. Second, she felt something warm running down the outside of her left leg.

A quick check showed that the last burst had stitched up her thigh and into her hip. One of the bolts had penetrated between the torso and hip armor plates, but had been mostly stopped by the armor lining beneath. What energy that hadn't been dispelled had managed to get through, leaving a bloody injury.

She tested the leg a for a few moments and found it mostly sound. She wouldn't be hauling tail down a long hallway, but it would hold up a bit longer. As she finished the injury assessment, her eye caught some of the weapons around her, leading to an idea. Taking a moment to collect her UM-815, she picked up one more thing from the equipment laying on the ground, though it took a moment to pry it from the selected corpse.

Now armed with her usual weapons and the activated shield gauntlet of one of her fallen enemies, she trotted onwards, aiming for the bridge while ignoring the tightness in her side. She figured her attackers had to come from somewhere and the bridge was near enough to be threatened by the dead soldiers' friends. With luck, she'd end up behind them with the element of surprise.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: Aboard ANS Belshazzar
Objective: Care for the wounded / Defend the GA
Allies: GA ( [member="Abel"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] )
Enemy: OS ( [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Kylath Connar Amadis"] | [member="Lyle Baelor"] )

Kark things were getting confusing, somehow One sith shuttles has been given permission to land and evac the wounded. Like the sith would ever do anything like that for the Alliance. With all crew at high alert, BB was standing out in front of the Alliance line that guarded the back of the hanger and the entrance to the ships interior. Upon his ship he stood like a ginger general, trying to inspire the troops while his eyes ever searching the bay. As he stood watch, a shuttle entered and strangely didn't land, merely opened its doors and hovered for a few minutes before turning and leaving.

Something wasn't right, minutes later heard a commotion behind him looked back to see a young jedi looking like he was confronting air? Taking a harder look he saw some distance in front of this Jedi was a group of dead marines.

Saboteurs...

BB quickly drew his BTI-DSG "The Hibernator" and set it to overload, the resulting EM blast would destroy the weapon but act like a grenade of the same type shorting any nearby device and stunning a person enough to break a Sith concentrating on illusion arts. Throwing it in the area this young force user was looking BB guided it with his limited Telekinesis abilities to ensure it would land where he wanted it to.

BB watched and waited to see what happened when the pistol detonated with weapons drawn. Still some 50 meters away from the site of the disturbance he was ready to close the distance fast if needed to defend the ship. Looking over to the young Jedi he yelled,

"You better have found something or else I'm gonna be pissed I wasted a perfectly good gun on some ghosts."

 

[Matthew Robinson]

Location: ANS Belshazzar
Objective: Defend, protect! Try not to gawk at the blondes. Comm number ask in there somewhere.
Enemies: [member="Kylath Connar Amadis"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] (somewhere maybe) [member="Lyle Baelor"]
Allies: [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"] 'the space angel'/hot jedi blonde [member="Abel"]

There was a loud BOOM-POP, slightly muted by his force bubble. The small space rumbled and the medic was thrown back into the opposite wall. Teeth grit as he maintained his force bubble hold around the charged area. Something told him the stuff inside was more than smoke. The blue-glowing force bubble seemed to flicker.

"Bugger that."

Peeling off his spacer helmet and the oxygen pack, he maneuvered the loaded gun inside the pack and sealed the hose opening from the helmet. Being a doctor helped with the precision in movement. But this was gas. Not a surgery. Some tendrils leaked out just as his force bubble failed and he sealed the other end of the oxygen pack.

Hazel eyes rolled back in his head as passing out became a very real threat in the confined space of the hatch. Hopefully not the hatch that could become his coffin. Nah, Bryce would never let me live this down. Vision blurred. Blood-encrusted fingernails bit into his palms. Head shook as he managed to drag himself into the opening of the corridor, gasping for the fresh oxygen.

He'd hate to have seen what all that gas would've done.

Vision slowly began to focus as he saw the brawl just beginning from blondie and blondie.

That sith sure was smarmy. Fingers fumbled at his side for the blaster. He wasn't quite ready to stand yet. Had to find his big-boy trousers.

 

[LT-137]

Location: Open Space
Objective: Redirected, Escorting Green Group to the Hungering Mynock for a Bombing Run.
Allies: Galactic Alliance, Rogue Squadron. [ [member="Berric Kelso"] | [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Encouragement Gets"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Areiana Slayer"] | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Aedan Lochlan"] ]
Enemy: The One Sith - Five Flarestar-Class Assault Shuttles, bearing Alliance Captives. [member="Raien Keth"]
Equipment: T-70 X-wing Starfighter, MF-9 Scattergun, DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol.

The percussive detonation of munitions in the vast debris filled expanse had bathed me in the conflicting kaleidoscope of colors, lighting my path as I guided the survivors of Green Group ever forward. Our engines burned with the barely contained fury of bound stars, reaching the twilight of their life's cycle. They roared in the silence, filling the bespeckled ocean with nothing more than a muted whisper. A blanket of oppressive tranquility suffocated the throaty bellows long before another could ever hear. Through this quiet sheet, my fellow pilots and I ducked under and rolled past the wistfully spinning wrecks of enemy craft and friendly alike. I still remember the sensation from before, the odd chill running down the length of my spine. This time, instead of invoking pleasure - it began to enshroud my heart with despair.

Several ruined fighters that I had rocketed by belonged to the various people I had come to know or regret ever knowing. They didn't deserve to die like this, but it would serve their memories little good if I had consigned those that followed me to similar fates. Death was my mistress to court, not them. Life was to be their prison, and with every frozen breath in my body - I would ensure they served out their sentences. Thus, when my fighter had screamed in the silence, and my forward mounted screens had flared crimson, I swung my flight stick to the right and sped into a thicket of the dead. It was here that I lost the missiles sent to take me to an unwanted grave. How fitting it was amongst the departed, that my newfound assailant scattered to the solar winds with a thunderous detonation.

It seemed our foe had grown bold in my absence, and as they circled the slow - but purposeful K-wing's, they had become akin to carrion, seeking to feast upon our spoiling flesh. That was to be their first and final mistake. We were far from dead, in fact, the fires of life still burned hot within our breast, and the Gods be damned if the pyres ever extinguished. So when they came and come they did, they had not found easy prey. No, instead they found men and women with stout hearts, and itchy trigger fingers. They advanced towards us, unbeknownst that their doom had awaited them. I thumbed the trigger for my underslung blaster cannon, allowing my mechanical co-pilot to guide my wrath true. Coruscating garnet beams stabbed out of the dorsal surface of my fighter, tearing through the void and sundering metallic flesh with every depression.

Maddening laughter accompanied every flash-fried ignition, as I had come to realize that the hysteria of Malastare had yet to be exorcised from my flesh. I was a wraith once more, prowling through the fields of the dead as I hunted my prey with artificial and talented precision. None could cease my accruing streak, and it wasn't until that I was the last man standing within this newly hallowed monument to the dead, that I realized that nothing would ever sate my deafening lust for blood. My heart thundered for more, and my body ached with anticipation, eager to once again feel the adrenaline rush of zero-gravity dogfighting. With the ethereal echo of my foes dying screams drifting through the darkness of the void, I re-ignited my fusial thrust engines and carefully guided my X-wing out of the debris.

Rejoining my escorted Squadron, I had noted that some transmissions had been bounced back and forth between the Flagship and Green Group, each denoting the minute shifts in the balance of power and where their efforts would be best suited. Quickly sifting over the most recent communique, I found myself silently cursing my luck. Had we waited for the opportune moment, our seven fighters would've found themselves in a prime position to disable the newly launched Flarestar-class Attack Shuttles that had forcibly departed the Aegis' hangar bay. Yet, here they were, caught in the open with little cover and the barest sliver of a chance to interdict these fleeing saucers. I hated our chances, but as the shields of the enemy carrier would hold until they had made their attack run, it seemed only fitting to do something drastic.

As the flagship unleashed their ravenous barrage of Ion shot, I ordered my escorts to fire their emergency thrusters - flipping on their axis and effectively spinning in a radial arc of One-Hundred and Eighty Degrees. With the projected path of the five assault craft calculated by our implanted Astromech's - the six K-wing assault starfighters had launched their Conner nets. The small, bulbous devices would soar through the violence of space and intercept the enemy craft mere kilometre's away from their predicted path. Should they feel the gossamer bite of this highly-charged shock net, be they shielded or not, the Sith-aligned transports would be dead in the water as their every system would be flooded with power - shorting out the operative systems in a blink of an eye.

With their payload released into the hands of fate, Green Group and I resumed our course towards the Hungering Mynock, cautiously watching our surroundings, lest we are baited into a trap. Others would retrieve the disabled ships, should they be disabled. They were a priority, but when compared to the threat that the Carrier posed, I believed them to be acceptable losses if Victory was achieved this day.

In Summation:

Spoiler

Interdiction - Conner Nets were shot into the void on an intercept course with the Five Flarestar-Class Assault Shuttles in the attempt to, should the Ion cannons from the Flagship fail, disable the enemy craft for later recovery.

 

[Liliane]

Location: Headed towards the main bridge
Objective: Destroy the Sith
Allies: @Nia Siroc
Enemy: The One Sith

Lilin remembered her first fights, her first kill. She'd been devastated by the fact that she would have to end some people's lives on the battlefield, she had promised to herself that she would never ever fight anymore. But that was not what happened -- the Force had other plans with her, it seemed. So even though she still didn't find killing people an easy task, she knew she had to do that.

To destroy the dark, to bring back the light.

It was the mantra she lived by nowadays, and it had proven to be a good one to do so. She was no traditional Jedi when it came to her values and rules and all that stuff. She didn't think much of true peace and meditation or even of not feeling passion. Because she was already corrupted and there was nothing that could turn her even darker.

She didn't really know Nia. Yes, she'd seen and even met her on numerous occasions, but that was it. She had no idea who was her fighting partner really. But she knew she could trust her.

And that, at least to her, was enough of a guarantee.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UaCVoF0V4Cs​

Location: Aboard the ANS Fondor's Aegis
Objective: Knock over the Grandmaster's Sand Castle
Allies:

• The One Sith
• [member="Isamu Baelor"]
• [member="Raien Keth"]
• [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]
• [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

Enemies:

• The Alliance
• [member="Ryan Korr"]
• [member="Taeli Raaf"]
• [member="Kana Truden"]
• [member="Cole Katarn"]

Fluff:

• Two Battalions of Zero-G Blackblade Guardsmen

Armament:

• Pressurized Variant of the Tyrant Armor
• Sith Shuk'orok
• Curved Sith Lightsaber
• Gabriel's Stolen Lightsaber
• Primordial Signet Ring

They were in the thick of it now, consumed by the fight. It was clear to the Sith that Korr was much too fast for him to mount a reasonable counter-attack now, but without the aid of that overcharged lightsaber he could not longer directly penetrate the phrik armor Vornskr wore. He could only aim for those small gaps in between the armor where a lightsaber could sear through the leather underpadding and pressurized synthetic material, but getting to those involve getting in close proximity to the Sith Lord who's reach was already considerable. But for now Vornskr would deign to transition into a move defensive posture, keeping his twin sabers closer to his body so that he could block and deflect the myriad of attacks that came from Korr's Dark Side skirting assault without expending too much energy despite the fact that his stamina was slowly being replenished the more Korr stuck around to attack.

Perhaps it wasn't the most prudent strategy, but Vornskr was in no rush to get anywhere. But how long could Korr keep this up? The Force that he needed to sustain the assault upon the Sith Lord was being siphoned directly to Vornskr by dark magic woven into the beskar of his Shok'oroks, and the longer he kep fighting the more and more he would lose to the Sith until the time came where he would be expending more energy than he had to spare, and then Vornskr would have his prize. Yet even still time was of the essence, the fight outside of their own would not take a breather while they sorted this out, and the increasing number of ship-rumbling explosions and impacts spoke volumes of the intensifying battle.

Perhaps it was time for some misdirection.

"You're a tough man to kill, Korr. If only your compatriots had been as bold, I would have had more fun scouring their existence from the galaxy." A classic Vornskr verbal jab, insulting the capability of other Jedi to see if that could get under Korr's skin. He doubted it would, Korr was deep in the Vaapad now as he danced in and out of Vornskr's reach to slash and hack and jab at his weakest points, leaving scorch marks on his phrik plating and even nicking some of the protective underarmor through those aforementioned gaps in the otherwise impenetrable armor. Each time Vornskr let his defense lax, let Korr get in a bit closer, land a hit a little more closer to home.

Meanwhile all of the Blackblade Guards that had been idly watching the fight had disappeared.

 

[Micah Talith]

Sector One
Inside the bowels of the Hungering Mynock - in the dark
[member="Vexen"] [member="Annaliese Zambrano"] [member="Reinhard Baelor"]
Gear in sig

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Spoiler: Music “Here comes the Hotstepper”

https://youtu.be/Z2gqZva9nVE

Just then, a catchy tune that Alex recorded in her databanks followed the bouncy beat of the former.

[ Na, nana na naaa, nana na naa, na na naaa, na na naaa, nana na nah ]

That uptown old school beat came droning into his earwig, the commencement of another song. Another body fell in a paralyzed thud at his feet. They would not have much time. Iron guards would arrive soon, if they had been given the heads up towards the activity here.

[We’ll set them at key points.] his voice crackled within the Defel’s earwig. The dark visor went panning over towards where he knew Alexandra to be.

[ Get into the system Alex, I want eyes out to see if anyone comes near. Get me a status on all the other systems running.]

[ Na, nana na naaa, nana na naa, na na naaa, na na naaa, nana na nah ]

A pause.

[ Yes, Alex, I’m asking you to interface with the Wyyrlok you floozy. ] he joked, knowing well that the droid had a rather odd fascination with learning more about other droids, ships, and mechanical constructs. He had [member="Kaili Talith"] to blame for that.

[ I have never interfaced with a construct as massive as this. ]

The audible snicker could not be held back.

[ Yeah, that’s what she said. ]

Thankfully, that went over Vexen’s head. Alex used her scomplink to find a hook up into a nearby data terminal. She wanted to find the security feed first. See where people were moving, what they were reviewing, and if she could get access to opening and closing blast doors and any systems.The main verses of the song were coming up. With a half shuffle of his feet, Micah gave a twist and a spin in place.

[ Here comes the hot-stepper! ] he sang to himself, [ I’m the lyrical gangster! ] recalling in his mind the mental map of the internal schematics of the Wyyrlok.

He beat bopped down and around, dancing with a shuffle and kick of his feet.

[Excuse me mister stormtrooper!] A finger gestured towards vulnerable areas around the reactor. They would set thermal grenades and commence the overload. [ Still love you like that! ]

[ No no we don't die, yes we multiply!] yup, that half butt roll shimmy in place. [ Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing! ]

Pausing in front of the console that regulated the shields of the generator, the Talith gave it a gander. His right foot tapped along with the beat as he danced in place.

[ Act like you know, Jango! ]

Hmm, this would take a bit of work. Not just the explosion of the entire thing. Placing his hands upon the console, the Talith swayed his head from left to right, still singing to himself -- well to Alex and Vex as his sole audience. Thankfully, yes, he could carry a tune.

[ I know what Boba don't know ]

The Force swelled in him again. Time to find out what makes this reactor tick. A rakish grin twisted his lips under his phrik helm, mischief in his eyes and amusement dripping in good humor. It would take some time again, and in that he would need Vex and Alex to provide cover and keep a look out.

[ Touch them up and go, uh-oh! Ch-ch-chang chang!]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

ANS Fondor's Aegis
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Kana Truden"] [member="Cole Katarn"]
Enemies: [member="Raien Keth"] (oh no, you did not just go there!) [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Isamu Baelor"]

NPCs: 40 Harbinger Droids, 9,791 Alliance Marines (they're having a really rough day already)

Taeli had thought she had him contained, for the most part, even if there was a loop going right now. More lightning was arcing in the barrier she erected around him, the Sith unleashing it willingly now while he was assaulted... and then she felt it in her head. One of her earliest memories of her youngest sister, Melori, shattered. She could no longer remember saving her life from a burning ship on the battlefield that had been Prakith. Another memory was starting to be closed off, but Taeli, her eyes wide, immediately stopped the barrier she had been containing the Sith with to reinforce and protect her memories.

The lightning the Sith had been arcing out was unleashed in a roaring storm that arced across the hallways, blowing out every wire and electronic in the entire corridor. Taeli was blasted back with the force of it, skidding along several meters away from the Sith. Her eyes were still wide, her mind trying to grasp that she had just lost a memory of one of her sisters. The only things she currently had left of them... This Sith... This Sith...

Slowly, she got back to her feet. Her eyes had hardened into purple gems now... this Sith... Their connection remained, but her memories were safe now... his would not be... She would completely destroy him for what he had just done...

"You..." she said quietly, her purple eyes regarding her enemy. "For what you just did... I will kill you..." Slowly, the illusion she used to hide the marks left from her time as a Sith faded away, revealing the Marks of Darkness that spiraled around her eyes. If he had spent any time among those who had been of the One Sith, he would recognize them immediately. "You're a monster... but then, so was I. Anga Ruonis!" The marks around her eyes flared red for a moment... and then her aura shifted completely... and her eyes took on the yellow gleam of the dark side. She had not wanted to do this, but this Sith had forced her hand and she was not about to let him strike at any more of her memories... at anyone in the Alliance. Taeli had no idea that every holocam in this section of the ship had been shorted out by the lightning unleashed by the Sith.

The Sith wouldn't have time to react before SHE drove into his memories, drawing out the image of a woman she found. She didn't know her name, but now as he looked at Taeli, he would see her. A flick of her hand brought a familiar spell and action to her, the darkness and death and negativity surrounding the battle being drawn before her. Strands of shadow twisted around in the air in front of her, twining together. With a gesture of her hand, a dark side tendril erupted from the shadow in front of her, striking directly into her enemy's chest. Flesh, armor, bone, all matter it touched... everything would be annihilated...