Faction The Batorine Incursion

[Corin Trenor]

"Huh," Corin remarked with the sudden incline of his brow, some brand of 'curious' struck across his features. "You mean... what?" He continued in an almost offended tone of voice, one that formed a team with uncertain shock. "Her? The liar, the traitor, the failure?"

He forced a smirk.

"Yeah, like she bothers me." He said with all the sarcasm he could muster, "I could say the same to you."

Dagon Kaze

 

[Dagon Kaze]

A frown darkened his features, "We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her." Dagon cooly stated, "You'll need to find a way to forgive." the console whirred and the door to the control room slid open with a hiss.

"Jedi always find a way to forgive, Cor -- remember that"

Corin Trenor ​

 

[Corin Trenor]

Corin huffed with a small frown of his own, "If not for her, neither of us would have been there." He remarked as he motioned forwards into the next vacant hall - the rest of the Jedi had made themselves much clearer foes to face.

"I can forgive her when she's changed. For all we know, she's still the same nutjob she was on Tython." The Padawan turned to Dagon, frustration clear across his face, "How do we know any of this rehabilitation stuff will even work anyways?"

Dagon Kaze

 

[Relynia Sorrene]

Formerly in Direct Engagement: Electra-12 (I'm still open to being a victim of attempted murder)
Allies: Constantine Oliva , Ari Naldax , Mylo Thorne , Shar Sieu
That One Other Hostile: [FONT=Georgia]Wilhelm Vonreg[/FONT]​

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The battlespace seemed to become more chaotic by the second, more violent. She felt that atmosphere in the screams and shouts beaming in over general comms, from the pilots of the 11th Flotilla and from panicked flight controllers aboard the increasingly battered Warspite. She felt a pang with every cannon round zooming by her canopy and into the shields of a passing vessel.

Relynia tried to weather the storm of light entering her vision, hunting the distinct silhouette of a Brotherhood interceptor. As she wove her way between the cutthroat jousts of enemy and allied pilots alike, that became a far more difficult task.

She threw the yoke to port, darting mere meters from the hull of a passing TIE. Her X-wing's aft cameras were quickly overtaken by the sight of the startled pilot, reduced to shreds by the guns of a passing Razor.

Another one bites the dust. The captain's following sigh of relief fogged up the bottom edge of her helmet's visor.

She twitched slightly, breaking her earlier pursuit as a priority message beamed into her receivers.

[“Captain Sorrene. Regroup behind the line of battle. Your fighters will be critical for what comes next. A wing of bombers is ready to follow you to the enemy’s lead ship. You are to clear a path. The corvettes will cover your retreat and will knock out as many enemy fighters before you begin your run. Good luck Sorrene.”]

The captain's lips upturned in a smirk; she could practically taste the idea of a Brotherhood battlecarrier painted onto her squadron's hulls-- a much needed morale booster after years of watching their own ships burn, hearing their own colleagues scream and... Relynia chimed back; audible packets of enjoyment bled into her voice, "Aye aye, sir. Give us approximately ten minutes." Ducking under a passing streak of flame, the captain put a command out over wing-comms, "Razors, on me; back to Revenge. Be advised of corvette screening nets. Serpents, stand by to cover our retreat."

Her smirk expanded into a set of gritted teeth as she tore away and put her sights on the 11th flotilla.

 

[Ishida Ashina]

SEVERING THE VEINS
THE NEW JEDI ORDER | ABOVE BATORINE | SPACE STATION

Across the room, the red glow got brighter. One by one, the systems Ishida had shut down started to revive in the distance.

She launched to the backup generator without hesitation. She was impossibly fast, but so focused on reaching her destination that she was stopped just a meter away.

No shout came, but she staggered and slapped her hands against her eyes. It was ironic for a Jedi to be blinded by Light. Ringing bounced within the curves of her skull, trapped between her ears and deafening her.

The world was white, and Ishida felt strangely as though she were floating.

Ruby red sliced through the blinding white, but she couldn’t see it. Couldn’t hear it cutting through the air. The only other sense that was useful for long-range combat was, maybe, barely, smell. And the fragrance of ozone was hard to detect against her own sabre humming uselessly in her grip. In a flash of a second, she’d lost two of her most powerful senses.

But Ishida had more than five traditional senses.

Deftly following the Force’s instruction, she rotated to her right just as the red whirred past her –– almost. Unable to hear its hum, or see its brilliant glow, she couldn’t tell just how close it actually was. She felt its blistering heat rip across her shoulder and upper arm, immediately cauterizing the skin it seared through.

This time, she gasped out her agony.

Against the guard rail, she leaned to support herself and stop from slumping over. The sharp stench of burnt flesh and boiled blood stung her nose, and she took a step forward, grimacing through the shooting trills of pain that ran through her upper body. The Force reached out from her, searching, searching, searching through thin imperceivable lines that suggested the station’s shatter point. She had to hope that the convergence point she travelled along was the very same as the generator she’d had her eye on for so long.

Still blinded, the Atrisian fumbled her way across the plank to close the remaining feet between herself and the objective they’d come to complete.

She squeezed her eyes shut, and forced them open again — once, twice, three, four times to no avail. The only thing she could perceive was colour. And the red was still on.

Her touch against the buttons was clumsy, and she cursed while she felt around. Unlike Imperials, The Maw didn’t share the fascination with symmetry. The knobs, buttons and levers on this section felt completely different.

Still, she tried. The layout felt similar, but where there’d been levers before there were now dials. Ishida worked to twist them in counter directions.

Eventually, somehow, her groping managed something and the red disappeared again.

<Attention Revenant Squadron and Midnight Actual, the station's shields are offline.> Ishida repeated through the comms, feigning a crispness to her voice she didn’t feel. The sabre burn across her body touched against the blackened skar from the Darkshear, and it was sending cold chills through her spine and muscles.

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ALLIES | NJO | GA | Silas Westgard | Tiric Sar'andor
REVENANT SQUADRON/FLEETERS: Constantine Oliva | Mylo Thorne | Shar Sieu | Qellene Tyliame | Ari Naldax | Xarielle Pavanos
FOES | BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW | Vorm

 

[Tiric Sar'andor]

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Severing the Veins

Location: Maw Space Station, Batorine Space, Core Worlds
Unit: Midnight Team
Objective: Infiltrate the Station | Assist the Jedi | Sabotage the station
Equipment:

Spoiler

Black Advanced Shocktrooper Armour [ARC Trooper Variant] w/ Jetpack and Vambrace
Combat Knife
Hawkbat Blaster Rifle w/ Micro-Rocket rack and Supressor
Dual Feverwasps
Personal Shield

Tags:
Vorm Ishida Ashina Silas Westgard Joseph Torson

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A wave of euphoria washed over him when he found the hatch. However, in the midst of darts of turbolaser fire, blasting through and sending one B-Wing careening away, it was quickly supplanted by teeth-grinding, hair-pulling sheer fear. But fear was good. It kept him grounded and in the situation. He had been at this for a while and in this job, time was everything. Finding it had been just the start, now Tiric had just the thing to get it open. He reached for a holster positioned on his leg and unsheathed a wickedly sharp C-11 Nasctiri Combat Knife, nicknamed the "Nasty Blade" for it's other capabilities that would prove quite useful in this current state of affairs. Looking for the connections between the thick armour plating of the hatch, he found a long dark line accentuated by various bolting that told him his strike position.

Moving slightly closer, hand on the plating, jetpack still roaring to keep him centred, he stabbed hard and fast into the connection, a feeling of odd relaxation taking him as it slid into the gap. But that wasn't how he was going to get in. There was something rather special about the blade that had made him take it like a child in a candy shop. It's payload. Clicking together a small button-like appendage on the knife with his thumb, the troops backed away slightly to avoid the shockwave as the sonic payload did its job.

To make entering easier, after it had subsided, he placed a foot on the armour, and stamped down on the hatch, watching it smack against the inside and collapse in, held onto the hinge only by credit of its superior construction. He stood and nodded to all present, knowing that they knew what to do. He shot his arm out horizontally, open palm pointing toward the hatch, and they started to pile in. Hand signals would be advantageous as Tiric wanted to make sure radio correspondence was at a minimum to avoid detection. Clad in his dark armour, he was the last one into the airlock past the hatch, stopping the sheer rush of vacuum from taking them back to the drawing board by closing it back up.

There was a slight thud as he hit the ground the troops assembled in what resembled a formation. "Small arms fire for now, limited engagement when you contact any bandits." He ordered, checking the power level on his weapon. On the flat right side, the scarlet-coloured five bar energy level told him all he needed to know. They had prepared for a there to be a number of troops on the station, but he certainly hoped not. Clutching his weapon, he went into a run, signalling the others to fall in and follow.

"Two take rear guard, two frontal guard. Rest of you split. Two batches."

"Sir!"

Two of the troopers at the very back kept a close eye for rear attacks, one of the two holding a chainblaster. The two at the front did the same. The mass of the remaining six split into two teams of three as they ran down seemingly endless white corridors, stacking up in a hallway that stood adjacent to a walkway as two Final Dawn functionaries could be heard.

He aimed up at the ceiling, sending a single shot at the light, which obscured their position, and plunged their area of hallway into dark as the two being walked past, absent-mindedly complaining about something.

<Attention Revenant Squadron and Midnight Actual, the station's shields are offline.>

"Copy. We're in. Any way you can give us something like a beacon to your whereabouts? We need to rendezvous and damage this station as much as we can."

 

[CETCOM]

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B A T O R I N E_I N C U R S I O N
Severing the Veins

FINAL DAWN
BATORINE, COLONIES
POV : VICE-ADMIRAL DALIA AJINN

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BATORINE SECURITY FLEET TASK FORCE VADER​
Fleet Composition : FDS Resurgence [Flagship] | [100|076] FDS Conqueror [100|095] FDS Torment [100|076] FDS Defiance [100|081]
Starfighters [First Wave] : TIE/fd Fighters | 10 Squadrons | 83/120 TIE/fd Interceptors | 6 Squadrons | 25/48
Starfighters [Defensive Screen] TIE/fd Fighters | 12 Squadrons | 144/144 TIE/fd Interceptors | 8 Squadrons | 64/64

Ajinn watched as the enemy fell back recalling their flanking force which began to flee from the FDS Conqueror before it got in range and began to pull back their main ship, the ANS Warspite. “Ma’am, the enemy flagship’s primary shields are down”. An officer informed her of the latest development. “Are our special weapons fully recharged yet?” Ajinn asked. “Almost ma’am. Our ships report that they only require a few more minutes before they can throw another volley at ‘em” the officer said in response. Ajinn smirked. “Good. We now have the upper hand and now this is where we crush them” Ajinn said with an evil grin.

With the Three Cruisers having split off from the main enemy fleet to outflank the Batorine Security Fleet that meant that there was still room between them and the main enemy force, enough room for the Conqueror to squeeze in and cut them off from the enemy force and subsequently annihilate them in one fell swoop. A Single Pryde-Class Battlecarrier was more than capable of handling three enemy heavy cruisers given its firepower and durability, so Ajinn had no concerns regarding keeping that ship on the offensive to harass enemy forces. Unless reinforcements arrived to support this flotilla, the Conqueror would have free reign on the battlefield to terrorize the enemy fleet.

“Have the FDS Conqueror pursue those retreating Cruisers and cut them off from the main enemy fleet. They should be able to handle whatever they throw at ‘em considering Revenant Squadron is busy dealing with our Crimson Linings.” Upon mentioning the Elite Starfighters Squadrons of the Alliance and the Final Dawn, another idea popped into Ajinn's head. The enemy’s main complement of starfighters were most likely already engaged with her first wave of Starfighters and thus with the Warspite out of shields she could easily deploy a second wave to specifically target that Mon Calamari Cruiser and take it out of the fight. “Speaking of Starfighters, deploy all of our Missile Boats and the entirety of the Starfighter Compliment of the Torment. Have them rush the enemy Mon Calamari Cruiser in order to take them out of the fight. Once we take down their flagship, we’ll be able to sweep the rest of their fleet.”

However as soon as she relayed those orders to the FDS Conqueror and Torment, a new set of orders would suddenly reach the entirety of the fleet to retreat, one projected by the Alliance Fleet. The Captains of the Conqueror and Torment were at first confused hesitant to follow through with such orders due to how it contradicted Ajinn’s previous orders, however the Captain of the Defiance having yet to receive any previous orders quickly complied and ordered his ship to turn around, while the Captains of the Conqueror and Torment both contacted adhered to the first orders and contacted Ajinn for confirmation on the second order. “Ma’am. The Defiance is moving out of formation!” the Captain of the Resurgence said as he noticed the Defiance slowly turn around to retreat. “Wha-” before Ajinn could finish she was interrupted by another officer.

“Vice-Admiral, the Captains of the Conqueror and Torment are requesting confirmation on your order” Ajinn was now confused. What confirmation did they need? She had given them clear orders that any simple officer should be able to understand. “What do you mean, they are requesting confirmation? This is a simple order that should be executed without question” Ajinn shouted back. “Apparently, they have been issued orders to retreat by you” the officer replied. "What? But i just gave them orders to attack the enemy, what do you mean by i told them to retreat." Ajinn said. The Captain quickly interrupted the conservation between Ajinn and the officer. "Ma'am the Defiance is still moving into position to prepare for a jump to hyperspace. Also we've just received reports from the Space Station that their shields are offline. You have to do something."

Ajinn nodded to her Captain's statement and took a deep breath before replying. "Right. Right. Issue these new orders to the Fleet. All ships regroup with the Relentless and the Torment and establish a defensive perimeter around the Space Station and have the Torment and the Torment only deploy her entire compliment of Starfighters and establish a defensive screen around the Station. Those starfighters will not touch that Station" she proclaimed "Yes Ma'am. Is there anything else you'd like to say" the Captain asked. "Yes, once this battle i want the Captain of the Defiance to report directly to me so that he can answer for his incompetence. At best this will be a minor stepback. At worst his actions might have cost us the Battle, and i'll hold him directly accountable for such an error."

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Spoiler: TL;DR

• The FDS Defiance is still out of position having misinterpreted the false order from the ANV Raptor as legitimate and is now in the process of moving back into formation with the FDS Resurgence and FDS Torment
• The FDS Conqueror is also out of position having been initially deployed to attack the 11th Flotilla's flanking force, it is now in the process of moving back into formation with the FDS Resurgence and FDS Torment
• The FDS Resurgence and FDS Torment remain in defensive formation in front of the Space Station with the latter deploying it's entire compliment of starfighters to establish a defensive screen around the now shieldless space station
  • OOC Note : The FDS Resurgence's exposed reactor can be reached directly via it's hangars in a similar fashion as the Separatist Lucrehulk and Separatist Control Ship

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Tag [Final Dawn] | Electra-12
Tag [Galactic Alliance] | Constantine Oliva | Mylo Thorne | Ari Naldax | Shar Sieu | Relynia Sorrene | Leon Gallo ​

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[Vorm]

The Hunt on Batorine Station

Tags: Valery Noble CETCOM Constantine Oliva Ari Naldax Mylo Thorne Shar Sieu Wilhelm Vonreg Relynia Sorrene Zev Garallia Electra-12

Writing with: Ishida Ashina Silas Westgard Tiric Sar'andor Joseph Torson

Objective: Kill Jedi intruders on Batorine Station.

Location: Aboard Batorine Station.

Equipment & appearance in bio.

fear within​

Having already pounced back at the boy in anger, Vorm turned his back to the two flashbangs, as well as his Force-flung red lightsaber right in time to save himself the visual punishment of the detonations. Amid bright sparks, the terrorizer's first descending strike penetrates the alloy floor to the double-beat of the painful sonic booms behind him; but this wasn't the first time he made this type of move. His helmet is pre-programmed to dampen piercing sounds over a certain threshold. The Ren senses his options dwindling with each passing moment, and so makes a snap judgement to gamble with his chances and without checking on the other Jedi in the room, instead focuses on finishing off the young Jedi Padawan before him; in fact, at this point, his goal is more in line with the definition of devourment.

Gripping the hilt of his saber with two hands in order to transfer even more of his raw strength into each hateful swing, he maintains the pace of each repeated attack as the faulty overhead wiring keeps on painting flashes of his tattooed and scarred body – up until the downed boy blocks Vorm's latest strike completely, once again resulting in their red and blue sabers becoming interlocked. – GIVE IN, JEDI! – Vorm shouts as he is at the precipice of overpowering the boy's guard, but then, a defiant exclamation of the Jedi under him lightens the oppressive darkness around them and lends the Jedi newfound strength.
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"Y-you will not win this day!"

Vorm was blind to the fact that he made unnecessary tactical sacrifices to rush to the finish line. Sharp pain stabs his knee as it's kicked by the boy, the various muscles and ligaments in his joint pushed almost to the point of tearing; and in this brief, yet all the more incapacitating, dazed state he would gladly buckle to ease his pain, but is violently pushed back from below immediately, resulting in his entire body being launched in a ballistic arc across the room and into the shadows of the generator room. The fluid combination of the boy's attacks completely de-escalates the Vorm's onslaught, and his lightsaber's crimson hue is abruptly extinguished as he plows into a tower of metal crates a few paces away.

For the first time since the terrorizer's descent into the dark, silence falls upon the chamber. Vorm is nowhere to be seen. Only the infrequent sparks of the damaged tubework above break the monotony of the backup generator's humble drone somewhere on the other side of the room. Still suffering from his acute injury, lying on his back, Vorm takes his only adrenaline-bacta injection from his concealed utility belt and administers the healing-energizing fluids directly into his knee. His jaw tenses up as the adrenaline rushes through his veins, but he keeps his mouth screwed shut. After two deep breaths, Vorm pushes on his temple with one finger, and his helmet's glowing orbs shut off. Soon, a female voice is heard, whose words are marked by pain in the Force. Good.
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<Attention Revenant Squadron and Midnight Actual, the station's shields are offline.>

By this time, the two Jedi had most likely made their next moves. But that ever present feeling of danger grows with every second; Ishida and Silas can't help but feel as if they're being closely watched. And at the height of tension, Vorm jumps out of the shadows again; regardless of whether the duo regrouped or separated, Vorm's red lightsaber carves into the darkness of the room and is thrust straight at Ishida's back. Vorm knows not if he arrived in time. Vorm knows not if he survives. Vorm knows his intentions, however, and right now his entire being years for the kill.​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Heart of the Beast
Allies: Maw
Enemies: Judah Lesan Valery Noble Sol Stazi Kahlil Noble


The Wrath was livid just as much as he was repulsed by the white blade. Given how much of an unholy abomination he was he found such sights to be blinding. The man responded, confident and cocky all the same. He backed up a few steps, hesitant to go charging on the offensive again. With the remark that Kahlil made Kyrel gave a scowl staring at him tempted to remove his mask and devour him entirely.

“I went through too much for a white blade to stop me. After I’m through with you Valery is next…” He said his anger did not hide the sting of venom his words carried. Soon he watched as the white blade disappeared, and the green blade took its place. Raising an eyebrow he wondered if the confidence would only buy time for him. Slowly his apprehension faded and Kyrel’s rage made him move forward, his blade ready to strike.

This time he wouldn’t hold back from the Jedi Master, holding him responsible for the Wound he was. His heavy steps were only a greeting to what he would do next. The cocky look on the man’s face was reason enough for Kyrel to destroy it. Desiring to kill him slowly, maybe even drag him before Valery just so she could watch him take what’s hers.

His blade soon found itself in one hand, starting with massive uppercut strokes of his blade. One hand alone felt as if he wielded all of his strength, letting a low growl with each swing, they soon went into a pattern of striking below and the wide swings from above. As if the brute force in one arm would knock the Jedi around only to toy with him. Testing him in trying to seek what he was up to.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Something was wrong.

By now he could feel it. Something happened with the Padawan. With Valery. Kahlil grimaced as Kyrel surged forward, grimacing through the confident smile. "The Light will release you from this hell, that's all." Not that he could use it right now. Turmoil, even the slightest, made it unreachable. His blade came around and Kahlil angled the green of his own with the intent to do as he'd always done. Deflect, use the monster's strength against him.

Only, Kyrel wasn't the kind he could fight without being his best.

The first strike sent the Master reeling. He stumbled back, barely able to keep his grasp as he had to split his attention between not dropping his saber and loosing his footing.

<Valery, what's going on?>

Valery Noble | Kyrel Ren

 

[Valery Noble]

Location: Batorine
Appearance: Link
Outfit: Factory Link
Weapon: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Kahlil Noble Kyrel Ren | Open

<Valery, what's going on?>​

She heard his voice and quickly planted the last of the explosive devices before she stepped away from the fuel tank. Together with Judah Lesan she had made sure the whole place was rigged to go up in flames, and none of the Maw equipment would survive. The only Sith who stood a chance at stopping them was kept busy, and so it was only a matter of time before the mission was complete. Both Kyrel and Kahlil would soon feel the tremors of danger through the Force and know they'd have to get out as well.

But she intended to give Kahlil an earlier warning.

<"Nothing, we're fine. I'm fine."> she communicated back, but it wasn't super convincing. There would be time to talk about it later — another time probably. <"Get yourself out of here, we're blowing this place up and extracting before they bring in reinforcements"> It was, after all, an incursion into enemy territory. They couldn't take their time to try and fight everything or everybody. The facility was the objective, and since it was about to be destroyed, it was time to get out.

"I'm setting the charges, get out," she told Judah before she looked around one last time and connected with her husband again.

<"If you need help getting out, I'll be with you.">

Then, she began to move back through the facility and closer to the exit. If Kahlil needed help extracting, she'd be with him within the minute, but she trusted he'd let her know if that was the case. Either way, this facility was going to blow up soon, and she hoped those in space above were close to completing their part of the mission too.

 

[Dagon Kaze]

"How do we know any of this rehabilitation stuff will even work anyways?"

"We don't." Dagon calmly replied as he plugged a slicing chip, once more Yula's make, into the control terminal, "We trust the Force." The screen lit up in a thousand sequences of code constantly changing as the data was being drained into the chip.

"Maybe I've put you on the streets for too long at a time." he mused to himself, a frown narrowing his features, "We'll stay longer than usual on the Prosperity and you will go visit Jem at Dawn Temple. The dark side was further fuelled by her-- uh, bitterness of seeing someone else becoming my apprentice. It'll help if that feeling is subdued and only you can help with that."

Chatter on the comms broke through the silence on the Alliance channels. The facility was getting rigged to explode. He had no doubt it was Valery in the midst of it all. She would give the Sith no quarter. Dagon pulled the chip out of the slot and urged Corin forward.

"C'mon, we need to leave ASAP. Valery's never gonna forgive us if we end up blown apart here." he scoffed.

Corin Trenor ​

 

[Corin Trenor]

"Heh," Corin scoffed with the roll around of his head and a hand raised that held onto the rear of his neck. He continued to march on in the hall, beneath the flashes of red from the alarms and the distant sounds of warfare unable to cause so much as the faintest miss in his stride. "Her? Sure. Me? News flash, I'm better, and there's no one better to trust than me."

He threw his hands into the air in some faux surrender with the least amount of effort one could, "But fine, I'll play babysitter for the 'Dark Heiress'."

Dagon Kaze

 

[Dagon Kaze]

The Force swiveled around a loose panel on the ceiling before yanking it down on Corin's head, "Done with Azrael's show or what?" he cockily raised an eyebrow at his apprentice before adding, "She'll come back and you'll be working with her. Start getting used to it."

Corin Trenor ​

 

[Corin Trenor]

"Fine, whatever." He answered with a huff.

Corin sent eyes upwards, towards where the panel fell from whilst he rubbed his wounded head.

"Let's finish this headache before you make me deal with another."

Dagon Kaze

 

[Silas Westgard]

Objective: Infiltrate the station
Location: Batorine Station
Tags: Ishida Ashina / Vorm
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Silas's rough kick collides with the sith's knee, making it buckle as his free hand pushed upwards to send a powerful push into the sith's chest. As expected, the man went flying away from him with speed, soon colliding hard into a pile of metallic crates that toppled from his impact. The teen took a deep breath and carefully got to his feet, his eyes looking down to the lightly scorched clothing that littered his chest from the plasma of the lightsabers.

With his lightsaber still ignited, his battle worn form looked around almost instantly for Ishida. His stern eyes finally caught sight of the girl, who looked to be struggling with her vision as she tried to destroy the backup generator. Kicking his feet, he swiftly made his way to her location, cautiously keeping an eye out for the sneaky sith who was surely still hanging in the shadows somewhere "<<Ishida! I'm coming!>>" he said mentally to her, getting increasingly closer to her by the second.

Although, just as he was a few feet away Vorm had jumped out of the shadows once more and made a beeline for his Jedi companion. Silas's eyes widened, surprised by the appearance of the ever persistent man. Gritting his teeth, he slid beside Ishida as he came up behind her and swung his saber upwards to try and deflect the saber away.

Right now his arms ached and throbbed from the constant battle he was up against his stronger opponent. Keeping the hot plasma from his face took a lot out of his arms, which were starting to lock up and slow down his strikes. Silas knew Ishida was vulnerable right now and she needed all the time she could get to recover her vision from the flashbang. It was just a matter of how long he could offer her before his arms finally gave way to his strikes.

"Y-you don't know when to give up do you?!" he said to the sith, standing between him and the girl "Face it, you failed Sith!" he shouted defiantly, preparing himself to dodge any strikes he had to offer rather than use his lightsaber to deflect them.

"<<I won't be able to fight against him much longer... I suggest we retreat and let the fleet do their work">>

 

[Joseph Torson]

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B A T O R I N E_I N C U R S I O N
Severing the Veins


FINAL DAWN
BATORINE, COLONIES
OUTFIT
EQUIPMENT : Modified Archaeon-Type Stormtrooper Armor | Personal Shield Generator | Personal Cloaking Device | NK01 Fujita Rail Pistols[x2] | R14 Kaitai Combat Shotgun [x1] | Jūryoku 12 Repulsor Grenades [x4]

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HAND OF JUDGEMENT BATORINE RELIEF FORCE​
Elite Raptor Commandos [9/9] Retribution Corps Operatives [216/216]

As Captain Torson, Hunter and the Raptors made their way towards the Shield Generator, the Retribution Corps Operatives spread out across the Space Station headed towards key components in which the Alliance Agents onboard could target in order to sabotage the station, and after the events at Tython, the Hand of Judgement could not let that happen against especially when their usefulness to the Final Dawn came in question in the eyes of the High Regent, Marlon Sularen who had created the Hand of Judgement to prevent such things from happening.

The First group of operatives to reach their destination were those headed towards the Command Center. With four dozen operatives among them, they were able to secure the Central Command Center and the surrounding areas, informing Torson of their progress. “Captain Torson, the Central Command Center and its surrounding areas are secured.” At the same time other teams began reaching their destinations such as the Reactor Chamber, the Armory securing them and establishing checkpoints. At the same time regular Final Dawn Sith Troopers that had already been assigned to the Space Station were relocated, now conducting regular patrols along the hallways sometimes accompanied by the Operatives of the Retribution Corps, the Hand of Judgement was going to clear the entire Space Station clear of any hostile forces who were already within the Station or boarding just now.

Soon enough however, one patrol group of mixed Final Dawn Sith Troopers and Retribution Corps Operatives would hit the ultimate jackpot. Numbering in around a dozen or two Troops and Operatives and arranged along two long columns, this patrol group proceeded to reach an intersection between 2 hallways, only to encounter a small group of 3 Alliance Operatives led by Tiric Sar’andor. Instinctively, the Sith Troopers and Operatives at the front raised their blasters aimed at the Operatives with one of the Operatives quickly shouting. “HALT RIGHT THERE!”

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Meanwhile, Joseph Torson, Hunter and the remaining 8 Raptor Commandos continued their journey towards the shield generator room, walking in single file. Torson himself remained determined to put an end to the Jedi and their little antics. Already, the Command Center and other key areas across the Space Station had been secured by his forces, and regular Sith Troopers who were already onboard the Space Station were now on high alert, patrolling the vast hallways of the Space Station in search for potential boarding parties. There would be no escape for the Alliance here today, and Torson would make sure that they would not escape his grasp. He would not fail again, not after what happened at Tython.

Thus Torson and his men proceeded to round the corner of one of the hallway intersections, arriving right at the hallway which led straight towards the Shield Generator. However just as they were about to proceed any further, Torson received a message from his commlink inside his helmet. “Captain, we’ve got new contacts. Two new Alliance Operatives, 3 per team. One of them has already been confronted by one of our Patrol Groups” a Retribution Corps Operative from the Command Center said. “Good, they should be able to handle those operatives, send another patrol group to intercept the Second team and capture their leader if possible, the High Regent might be interested in knowing more about the Alliance’s future operations” Torson replied.

“Yes sir.” the Operative said before terminating the transmission. With this distraction gone, Torson and his men continued their approach towards the Shield Generator Chamber, with those inside being able to hear the sounds of their boots thumping upon the floors of the hallways at this point. The Hand of Judgement was coming for them, and they would soon understand the price of their trespassing on Final Dawn property

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Tags [BotM] | Vorm
Tags [GA/NJO] | Silas Westgard | Ishida Ashina | Tiric Sar'andor ​

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