The Black Garden | CIS Dominion of Tyra'Weilen

[Valdemar Halstein]

[member="Gianna Aegis"]
[member="Gianna Aegis"] [member="John Locke"]

Valdemar listened to her patiently. There wasn’t much else to do at that moment.

“I see,” he said with a slight nod of the head. “I don’t tend to follow politics much. I’ve gotten used to the fact that there’s always a war going on, a battle to fight. It’s all I really need to know.” He sounded somewhat proud of it.

“Not everything can be handled from the bridge of a Destroyer, Jedi. In this case there is no opposition above, so I might as well direct my efforts to restoring order below. As for fire…you might get that chance more than I. A soldier’s job is to head into the worlds which are on fire…or light them on fire if needed.” He chuckled slightly at that.

“John Locke,” Halstein said aloud. Then, having obviously made the requisite knowledge check, he nodded. “The Admiral. Makes sense. I’ll report to him when we’ve landed.”

He gave the Jedi one final glance over, assessing to see how capable she might be. It was always hard with Force users, they often showed little sign of their strength until they pulled down a building with their mind. He would soon see if it came to it.

“Coming into land, hold on!” the pilot called.

Valdemar curled his right fist around one of the bars. His grip was such that he barely moved as they bumped their way into land. His mechanical hand was just as effective, if not more so, than a crash web.

As the shuttle clicked down at the spaceport the Captain rose and descended the steps. Gia might notice that his tread was much heavier than it should be and clinked ever so slightly. As he stood on the platform he looked around to the other shuttles descending.

“Deploy all droids in parade formation and await further orders,” he told the Ensign who had followed him down.

He glanced around to see the Jedi descending. “Let’s go find the Admiral. He might have a better idea what’s going on here,” he said, setting off for a slightly larger building which seemed the hub of activity.

 

[John Locke]

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Location: Tyra'Theed

Objective: Save Lives

Tagging: [member="Gianna Aegis"] | [member="Valdemar Halstein"]

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One shuttle after another, the forces coming to the world's aid finally reaching a fever pitch as the shuttles flew non-stop trips back and forth between the ground and the ships resting in orbit. Everyone saw the Confederacy as a military machine, and when needed it could be, but today that military, that vast capacity was turning to a humanitarian purpose. It was almost awe-inspiring in the simple efficiency of it. The droids were perfectly happy fighting fires or shifting rubble as they were on any battlefield, although to be honest the city that they were deploying into wasn't that far from a battlefield.

With the addition of the forces coming down from the ships it actually felt like they had a fighting chance of getting ahead of the fires and saving some buildings instead of just letting it burn itself out. Almost as soon as the healers had arrived they were being sent out into the city, helping with evacuations or fighting the infernos blazing across the city, providing support to the teams that were already deployed. John took a moment to lean back, resting his back against a wall, slowly letting himself slide down to the floor as he took a swig of cool water, his eyes dancing across to the medical tents before drifting up to the sky. The healers that had landed were perhaps the most invaluable part of the relief force that had arrived, the doctors on the planet were trying their best but just like everyone else on the planet they were more than a little overwhelmed. If he was honest, John had hoped to catch up with Gia with the medical teams before the situation pulled the medical teams away, the woman's very presence was like a salve, a balm against the vagaries of the world. He knew it was silly, that she was more capable to taking care of herself than he was, but after Taanab...well he hadn't realised how important she was to him, how much just being around her made the world feel better. Worrying wouldn't do anything, she must have been assigned to a different shuttle from the rest of her team, it happened all the time, he knew that but in the midst of all this death and fear she always seemed to exude calm and a sense of well being. He could really use that right about now.

The cyborg's dark eyes travelled up to the sky, following the track of the clouds that drifting across the light blue as he lips curled up into a wry smile. Looking up there it all seemed so peaceful, untouched the the chaos that surrounded him down there. An organised chaos maybe, but chaos nonetheless. For a moment he could imagine that he was somewhere else, somewhere quiet and peaceful, that there weren't a host of decisions and problems left to deal with. It was a nice moment, a peaceful one, it was a moment that couldn't last, not here. The buzz of a comm dragged the man back to the reality of the situation with a sigh as his head dropped, the peace of the moment, of the sky above lost amidst the worry and panic that blanketed the ground like the smoke from the fires. The man pushed himself up from the ground, reaching for the commlink that was almost bouncing with impatience.

"I'm here, I'm here, what's going on?"

"A new shuttle's just landed,and they've got a fresh unit of droids we could use."

The voice on the other end of the line was expectant, as if they were expecting something from him, a tone of voice he'd heard too many times today.

"Ok, ok, I'll go find hte commander and we can figure out where to send them."

The commlink cut off with a squawk as John slipped it into his pocket, taking the moment to roll his shoulders, pressing his neck from side to side as he turned to the door, instinctively screwing up his eyes against the bright sunlight outside. So....maybe finding out just what hte commander looked like, who he was might have been a better idea than just going to meet them but...well he couldn't just call back and ask now could he? It'd be Ok, all he needed to do was head towards the spaceport, he was sure to run into them that way right? John knew that he still wouldn't know what hte man looked like but, he'd figure it out somehow. It...ok so he was perhaps in a little bit of trouble, the realisation hit John with a sigh as he slipped a hand back into his pocket, playing it across the commlink there. It was maybe better to swallow his pride on this...the man blinked the mystery of the unknown commander forgotten for a moment as a shock of red hair drifted into view. Without realising a genuine smile touched the man's lips, his eyes flicking over her companion, taking in the rank tags, the uniform.

"Captain," the greeting came with a nod as he flicked his gaze over to the petite Jedi a playful note touching his voice, "you know, I'm almost starting to believe that thing about the force having a plan. Fancy running into you here."

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Vytal paid the Miraluka no mind as she decided to jump across the gap on her own. If the woman sought to get ahead of the group and brave the darkness, the Nightsister would only wish her the best. So long as there was no expectation the Witch would come running if they got in over their head. They were all adults here. Hunters or warriors all. If they were not then they would soon be dead and then too they would no longer matter. This place -- this pit -- was nowhere for the unprepared. What little they knew was enough for Vytal to know far worse awaited them below. She was looking forward to it.

As Vytal stepped aside to allow Kiff's forces to advance, her hand on the transport she'd take purchase atop for a ride, a loud, deep call of the Abyss sought to shake the very molecules in the air apart. Her teeth clenched as the tsunami of vibration washed over them all. "What in the Fanged God--" the Nightsister snapped before a sharp inhale of breath cut off her own oath. Soft plinks of vials clicked like chimes in the window as she stumbled a step back into the vehicle. Something was dreadfully wrong in this place, and it had come upon them as swiftly as death's embrace.

When the energy started flying the Nightsister dropped below the rim of the vehicle. She pivoted in place and watched the wall that flanked her then and the creatures that fired on those exposed with her to their assault. Surrounded on both sides. They could retreat and be pinned against the enemy's barrier, or advance... where they would take casualties and leap into the unknown. She bared her teeth at the lackluster, but only choice afforded them. How hadn't she seen this coming?

Kiff's voice soon found its footing and began ordering officers and VIPs alike on the field. Having moved about, but not far, her burning gaze soon found the man behind one of the shields of the droid. Her legs carried her rapidly across the intervening distance, one hand pressed against the bag to keep it from awkwardly impeding the sprint. With her position secured, Vytal drew out a blaster of her own and joined in firing on the unwelcome visitors. Unlike the officers, Vytal was no sharpshooter, but she quickly adjusted her aim and contributed to the fight.

As expected, the Marshal soon ordered their advance. There truly was no better option until it became quickly apparent the enemy was limited in number, and were swiftly ended. With the way they appeared, however, Vytal's worst fear was how easily they might appear anywhere; and that 'quantity' might not be a factor to this threat. Something had to fuel it. Organize it. If they crushed that then this place would be theirs... or they would all die.

Tag: [member="Layla Solari"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Gabriel Hynatos Umberhorn"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"] | [member="Kathryn Foster"] | [member="Ephraim"] | [member="Kaden Farr"] | [member="Shakti Sweet"] | [member="Darth Elyria"] | [member="Cypher Raige"]​

 

[Josiah]

[member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Gerwald Lechner"]​

With task in hand, Josiah joined [member="Kurenai Yumi"] in speaking to the survivors. She addressed one with a tone of utmost respect and civility and was granted an explanation of their mind-altering capabilities. The Jedi grimaced visibly at the thought, but turned his attention to the survivor closest to the door. "I'm sorry that your brothers and sisters have fallen." he began. For a moment, the word our almost formed and fell from his lips - yet Josiah had to remind himself of who he was now.

The Jedi who turned to face him was...weary. Circles of darkness pooled under his eyes and his shoulders were weighed with an invisible burden. His hand rested upon the sealed door and Josiah began to feel. Ah, yes...the Enclave was sealed by means of the Force as well it seemed. It was a necessary measure, but also a taxing one. In knowing this, Josiah felt as though he had made the right call in where to serve this day. "What can you tell us about what has overtaken your Enclave?"

The raspy voice uttered back: "The Glass...ravaged their minds. Shattered even our best mentalists. It began to turn us against one another - we screamed that Sith had infiltrated our ranks and butchered one another. But the real enemy rose when they died. The Glass...it took their bodies. It...It..." The man's lip trembled. But Josiah could piece together the rest. They were facing an enemy that could affect the mind and then turn the bodies into a weapon? Terrifying overall.

Satisfied, Josiah then faced the Lord Vigilant. "Lord Centaris," he began. "we're up against something that can raid our minds. Turn us against one another. And then, once we're deceased, reanimate our bodies." The Jedi paused, exhaling slightly. "I can only assume that, based upon the fact this ward is keeping the assault from leaking through the walls, that wards have the means to combat the affect. Perhaps, we enter together under a single ward and make our way to this...Glass."

"And destroy it."

It seemed like a solid plan and Josiah returned his attention to the survivors. "We can keep you alive. Can you raise a ward such as this one inside, but around us?" To this, the raspy-voiced once replied: "It would be far easier to maintain a small bubble than an entire Enclave. This much, we can do." It was now up to the Obsidian Lord to decide if this direction was sufficient.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

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w. [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"]​

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Consolation? Had Gerwald known Centaris was thinking about whether or not Gerwald could find consolation, he would have been angrier than he already was. Simply seeing the man built up a sheer level of anger which was not something Gerwald was not sure he could contain.

A sigh escaped his mouth as Alkor told him it was unexpected and unwelcome. Those words made it seem like he could care less. Gerwald wanted to be angry, but he was also curious. Why did he feel her presence despite the fact she was dead. They had a job to do... actions would be taken later. Retribution would happen in time. Gerwald hated everything about what the man said to him. Eyes flashed red as he moved closer to Centaris.

"Unexpected and unwelcome... don't you FEEL anything about this. You want me to just push it all aside and focus on this task when the woman I was in love with, my best friend ([member="Naedira Darcrath"]), was brutally murdered and the best anyone can tell me is that it is being looked into?"

Gerwald spit on the ground near Alkor's boots.

"I can do the job, but don't tell me I cannot avenge Naedira."

 

[Josiah]

[member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Gerwald Lechner"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]​

Anger. Pain.

There was a wound that screamed in the Force, loud enough that even the surviving Jedi were raising their eyebrows. As all were within a few paces of one another, the conversation was plain as day for those before the Enclave. Josiah, personally, did not have any stake in the matter...but he was perceptive enough to know that animosity or pain were terrible allies during a combat venture. Especially one that crippled an entire Jedi Enclave. Moreover, as Knights Obsidian, there was a chain of command to uphold. Though the Reforms were fresh in the minds of most Knights, they were the new norm and the new foundation.

Thus, with a small sigh falling from his lips, Josiah spoke up.

"You are hurting - and there is not a member of the Knighthood that does not wish it was not so." he began, facing [member="Gerwald Lechner"] with sincerity in his tone. "But you are here. You live. And as our brother, we intend to keep it that way as long as possible. One of ours was taken - you loved her, yes. But she was Obsidian. We will not let her go unavenged."

"But in the moment, if you let the grief rule your steps, you will get everyone here today killed. Or, you may get yourself killed attempting to avenge Naedira. Focus. Let your brothers and sisters find the answers and bring justice together. That is our way."

And if he refused, Josiah would do whatever it took to preserve the lives of his fellows. Such was the burden of the Warden.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

The truth was hard.

Hard for Alkor in many ways, because it was all he knew. There was no fragility in the life of a killer. There was no need for tenderness, no cause for him to show compassion. Now, as a Knight, it was expected. And in the end, all he could do was give a smudged, imperfect, and bleak assurance that things would be dealt with.

Not even Alkor wanted to hear those things. They sounded false, contrived, as if to placate and shunt aside responsibility. The duty should have fallen to someone who had more of a heart than Alkor did. To speak with someone who cared deeply for another human being, in a way Alkor could only guess at based on accounts from others-

He understood why [member="Gerwald Lechner"] felt dissatisfied with his words. He even accepted that he did. He would never chastise someone for something like that. What he would chastise them for-

"You're not thinking." Alkor hissed between gritted teeth as the man came perilously close and delivered his heartfelt, hateful words, then spat. "We don't know anything about the situation. All we know, is that she died by herself against an enemy we have yet to fully understand, and no one here who can help it is going to die alone. That includes you, Knight Lechner."

He bit his lip.

"I won't accept any more preventable losses."

 

[Malok]

Location: Tyra'Theed, Palace​

Tag; [member="Faye Irithiel"], [member="Darth Elyria"]​

Gilded.

There was only one, fitting impression for the existence of Tyra'Weilen. At least when it came to the perception of the Sith Lord. From the moment his entourage's shuttle touched down in the capital's executive bay, the man was met with pomp and circumstance. A ceremonial guard proudly assumed the duty of escorting the Confederate Vicelord through Tyra'Theed's palace...and along the way, all Darth Metus could see was wealth. But behind the vaulted ceilings and underneath the marble floors, was there power to match?

If there was, would his forces be the ones risking it all?

Such empty luxuries were trivial to Darth Metus - whose very existence was a stark contrast to that of Tyra'Weilen. Though he led one of the greatest nations of the Galaxy, his residence was far far less resplendant as Tyra'Theed's palace. Though a fortune was tied to his name, his battle droids were not draped in the finest silks as the ceremonial guard. Nor did he wear anything equally outrageous. A simple, crisp, suit had been donned for the day's meeting - nothing more, nothing less. For what the Confederacy had, they showed through action. Not finery.

And this day, the nation would negotiate the entrance of a new world into their fold. To that end, the Vicelord had essembled an entourage of able-minded souls to assist him in the discussions. [member="Faye Irithiel"] of Bestine IV had been personally summoned, for the Duchess would be the most familiar with navigating regal scenarios. And [member="Darth Elyria"] had been requested to come along, if not for the sanity of the Sith in the presence of gilded personalities. He figured that her wintry outlook would be of some comfort as they sipped tea with a monarch.

After a few moments of navigating through the breathtaking palace, the Entourage was finally led to the Sun Hall. Adjacent to the throne room, the brightly lit space featured a long table - where a lavishly dressed woman sat at the head. T'was her majesty, the Queen of Tyra'Theed. From memory, the reigning monarch of Naboo proper did not even dress as lavishly, but that was neither here nor there. With additional pomp, the herald announced them to her majesty. She did not rise from her seat.

And thus, the Sith simply acknowledged her with a kind smile before taking his seat at the opposing end of the table. Darth Elyria would be to his right and the Duchess to his left. "Thank you, Queen Alrod, for agreeing to meet with us." he began. He then nodded to his companions, offering them an opportunity to introduce themselves before the proceedings were underway.

 

[Samael Snowsong]

Objective: Assist the people​

Tags: [member="McKenna Rory"]​

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Samael would look up as an A-wing landed and it's pilot approached. They offered help with the wounded. "Alright but be careful some of them have internal bleeding. On those I would suggest that you pass it onto one of the surgeons or something." He would nod as he would continue helping people. A number of Lok personnel were also assisting in the medic tents as he drag another one into one of them placing them on a free bed. He would look all around several droids and people were trying their best to save as many as they could however they were fighting a losing battle.

"Alright we have more help on the way but is there any way to get the less wounded to assist with finding people in the rubble?" One of the doctors nodded. "Yeah as long as they are careful with what they do." Samael nodded. "Very well round up whoever we can and begin moving rubble find those survivors or if you have medical experience do what you can here." Many of them got up and followed him out but some where nurses, paramedics or even people with first aid training as they began to help where they could.

 

[Kathryn Foster]

Objective: Vault​

Location: Front-line of Fireteam Beta​

Wearing: Black BDUs, black gear vest with plastoid inserts, black military boots, open plastoid helmet with black cover. Jacket wearing the CIS-insignia on both shoulders.​

Loadout: E-22 blaster rifle, LBP-3 blaster pistol, vibroblade​

Tags: Kiff Brayde, Scherezade deWinter, Gabriel Hynatos Umberhorn, Ephraim, Shakti Sweet, Xobos Yakieer, Layla Solari, Kaden Farr.​

Her silent amaze of the dathomiri's force tricks were soon turned into a panic surprise, as the high-roofed room were filled with white blaster fire and the sound of vaporizing metal in the droid front-lines. What once was droids were mercilessly made into ash in the blink of an eye. After the mere second it took for her to register what was going on, she threw herself behind a nearby boulder on the ground.

''SHIIIELDS!'' she yelled commandingly to the H1 units in fireteam Beta while swiftly readjusting the helmet and the chinstrap. The H1's that had not gone down with the initial attack, activated their large energy shields in unison and also went into a defending stance. A large portion of the blaster fire came reflecting off the shields and back in general direction of where they came from. The overwhelming and relentless firepower that had surprised them all had left her out of breath but she quickly managed it and shot her glance over to admiral Brayde a couple of yards away. She gave him a short confirming nod to the orders.

She took a few seconds to check and unsecure the E-22. Getting up on her knees and taking a quick peak from behind the boulder, she waited for the right moment to head back behind the H1 lines. She took a deep breath and visualized the move. Now or never. They still had a great advantage in their numbers. Advance was their only option right now, before getting too many casualities. With a focused and hard-set attitude she got up and aimed the double barrels against the glass beasts, beginning to jog sidewards back to the H1 lines. Not too fast as it would make too much of an impact on her aim, but neither too slow for her to be an easy target. She simultaneously fired vicious red bolts after another towards their foes. Many double-shots and many indeed hit their targets, what effect the E-22 had, was although to be seen.

''BETA!! Advance to the right flank! H1 units - defensive mode! Cover the advance! GO!!''

Her orders were instantly followed without question from the droid soldiers. Two Crusader units rejoined Kathy by her side, giving their commanding human close protection during the move. Fireteam Beta repositioned itself on the right flank, the shield wall of the H1 units still holding up pretty good. On good que and battle programming, a group of spider droids marched forth and took position behind the H1's.

''Cover fireteam Alpha's crossing over the bridge! Be karkin' sure of friend or foe!''

With those words, the spider droids started to spray the location at which the glass droids were holding up with their high intensity lasers.

 

[Jeanne-Marie Antoinette]

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Location: Tyra'Theed, Palace​

Tags: [member="Darth Metus"], [member="Darth Elyria"]​

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A gilded palace, a elegant gown, a state visit. Faye was in her element. Ever since formally becoming a Duchess 2 years prior, Faye had longed for such a meeting. The young Duchess had not only never taken part in a off world state visit, she had never done business with other CIS officials. Meetings with the Monarchs of the galaxy is something that most would turn their nose up, but not Faye. Excitement had consumed her ever since she received the personal summon from Darth Metus. Faye had little knowledge of the Queen they were about to visit, nor did she care for the outcome of this meeting. She just wanted to experience this grand political event.

Dressed like a queen herself, the young Duchess wanted to make a good impression on the monarch she was about to visit. A beautiful white bodice, with shimmering jewels hugged her small frame tightly. A large white puffy skirt with gold patterns, more than twice as wide Faye covered her legs. to compliment the dress she had a soft green and red velvet shawl, wrapped around her back and over her arms. She shimmered almost as much as the palace the group were visiting.

Faye was accompanying two Sith lords to meet the Queen. She was not familiar with any of them, and quite frankly, their rank intimidated her. Had she not been with these two imposing people, she'd have walked around the palace excitedly. She had to keep composure. This was an official visit, not one of leisure. On many occasions, the Duchess considered starting conversation with both of the Darths, she stopped herself, fearing she would only annoy them. Faye was well aware of the two she was attending this event with, her Vassals had warned her so much about them that she felt she knew them personally. The Duchess did not see them as a cause of concern like her vassals did. In fact, she was impressed by them, by their achievements, by their powers. She wanted to compliment them on their stature and much more. It would have to wait.

Today was an important day for the CIS. They were here to negotiate a new world entering their Confederacy. Not only was this a chance to settle terms with this world, it was a chance for Faye to prove herself. The Duchess had heard murmurs of concerns about her. People worried that her age and history would make her unworthy of her role. She would prove them wrong, she was sure of it.

Time flies when you are having fun. After what seemed like only a few minutes of traversing through this beautiful palace, which Faye was envious of, the entourage reached their destination. Things were about to get political, so Faye really had to contain her happiness now in order to maintain the level of professionalism required of her. Darth Metus was of higher rank than her, so she entered the meeting room after him. She made sure to wait for him to be seated first, something she knew the Queen would notice as she too, would be familiar with courtly etiquette. After Darth Metus was seated she looked the Queen in her eyes, bowed her head and said proudly "Your Majesty". Faye then took her own seat.

From the moment Faye had entered the meeting room, a proud smile had not left her soft pink lips. Her head turned to Darth Metus as he spoke. She had heard so much of his powers and battles, this formality from him really impressed the Duchess. Faye then received her cue, in the form of a nod from Metus. "Thank you ever so, my Lord" The young Duchess then turned to face the Queen again. "It's a pleasure your Majesty. I am Duchess Faelyeia Irithiel of Bestine IV. The people of my world have always shared high opinions of you."

 

[Paragon of Virtue]

[member="Gerwald Lechner"] [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Josiah"]

Speaking of traumas not so long ago was all nice and swell, but the Confederates had nearly forgotten – they had not arrived at the Enclave to trade words or flex in front of their peers. They had come to take care of the Jedi.

And while they bickered on, the doors of the enclave opened wide.

Jedi after Jedi poured out, their green and blue lightsabers offering more light than the torches against the walls could ever hope to. Classic Jedi robes covered their bodies, hoods pulled up so that their faces were hidden from the Confederates gathered there.

More and more of them came from the Enclave, too many of them to allow any sort of easy access inside.

And while their faces could not be seen, their intent, was thick enough to swallow. They would kill any and all who were there. They would protect the glass that was theirs by all rights. They would take the Confederates who resisted and make them join.

And they would kill the survivors too, once they were done with the Confederates.

[member="Xobos Yakieer"] [member="Kathryn Foster"] [member="Kiff Brayde"] [member="Vytal Noctura"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Gabriel Hynatos Umberhorn"] [member="Layla Solari"] [member="Cypher Raige"]

Chaos. There was no other word to describe what was happening, as each individual involved with taking care of things might have done so in a precise and neatly ordered fashion, yet all of them together at once, had resulted in a giant mess. But not all was lost. In fact, as more and more enemy began to pour at them, a small voice seemed to whisper, look up… Shoot up…

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

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w. [member="Josiah"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"]​

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Of course he was hurting, and yet everyone seemed to want him to move on, or at least try to focus on the job at hand. It would be easier if not for the unsettled feeling which stirred in his gut. He knew it was [member="Naedira Darcrath"], and he knew it was coming from Alkor, but that was not possible was it? How could he focus on what needed to be done when the only question in his mind was whether she still lived somehow. His focus needed to be on the task so others did not die. Gerwald agreed that others did not need to die, but the phrase preventable losses bothered him significantly.

"Preventable losses?"

Gerwald sighed.

"I made a promise... After I was not there for Eshan, I told her, I promised she would not be alone again. Once again... I was not there. What am I supposed to do with that."

The grief was overshadowed by guilt. While there was no way he could keep that promise anymore, Gerwald could avenge the death of his best friend. He could make it right, or die trying. Josiah and Alkor did not want him dead, Alwine his sister did not either, but Gerwald no longer cared. Were they right, could he do anything about it, no, but he had to try something.

There was no time to discuss the matter further as Jedi began to pour out of the temple. Something was very wrong.

Gerwald ignited his lightsaber and looked to the others.

"Heads up... we will hash this out later."

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Location: Jedi Temple Place
Objective: Incapacitate them jedis
Gear: Armor, Shatory Reishūkaku, Mk1 Shadow Rifle, KO Pathfinder Boots
Peps: [member="Gerwald Lechner"]
Post: 4?

She had been a little out of the conversation for a while, each knight seeming to go off and do their own things for a bit, once again nothing usual for a group of headstrong and powerful fighters. No one really wanted to take orders, just do their own thing towards reaching the goal. A small sigh escaping her lips as those inside finally broke free from their cell, a rush of armed Jedi flooding out in front of the group, each seeming to be under the effects of the strange crystals beasts on the insides. "Sending the minions to do all the dirty work, why am I not surprised... well, best get this over with".

These men and women, they were not themselves, just those misled in the mind, it made things difficult, but also challenging, before any fighting started her gaze laying upon Gerwald, "try not to kill any of them, focus on knocking them out or disarming". As the lines drew closer Kurenai entered a fighting hand to hand combat stance, not aiming to use any weapons, her fists would work just fine for this, a few strike here and there, that was all it took to fell most peoples. It was at these times she was glad Jedi often went for soft cloak like attire, punching solid dursteel tended to get nasty after a while.

 

[Kiff Brayde]

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TAG: [member="Layla Solari"] | [member="Scherezade DeWinter"] | [member="Gabriel Hynatos Umberhorn"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"] | [member="Cypher Raige"] | [member="Kathryn Foster"] | [member="Ephraim"] | [member="Kaden Farr"] |[member="Shakti Sweet"]​

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Look up. The instinct came to Kiff as clear as a sunny Arkanian day, something that was very rare on the temperate world. As the High Marshal did so, dodging the clear-white blasters of the glass automatons, he noticed that the roof of the cave entrance that the enemy droids kept pouring from was not as stable as the glass stairs below it. Pebbles and dirt rained down as the chasm shook from blasterfire, and almost instantly Kiff was able to simulate what would happen if the cave roof chanced to give out. The resulting landslide could potentially seal off the Vault below, and with it the killer droids that were at the moment vaporizing most of Kiff's own droids. The rest of the plan came easily -- the Spider Droids had laser cannons mounted on their bulbous bodies, artillery sufficient enough to loosen the cave's foundations.

"ALL SPIDER DROIDS, FIRE AT THE CAVE ENTRANCE," Kiff shouted over the dull roar of blasterfire. He'd taken up position at the very edge on the far side of the bridge, behind the H1-unit shield wall as they held the glass droids at bay. No matter what, they had to deny passage for the glass droids into the rest of the world; the shimmering, magical bridge was the only way to cross the chasm, and so that was where most of the death was. Ashes coated the ground in a fine powder, the leftover clear-white crystals almost looking like newly-fallen snow. The disintegrated Confederate droids were less pretty; a dull grey, dirty and charred. Kiff hoped not to be one of those ash piles, and so he kept firing as the Spider Droids began to open fire from the back of the formation.

So far, the Spider Droids had used their smaller autocannons, for fear of friendly fire, but now with a clear target their combined cannon fire created a deafening roar, dust billowing out from the cave entrance as it mixed with the small explosions the laser cannons made on impact. The rumbling grew louder, louder, until rocks began to fall on the entrance, one boulder the size of a tank crushing two unfortunate glass droids. Kiff gave a whoop of excitement as the dust began to settle; the tunnel was sealed off. All that was left to do was finish off those pesky glass droids, the poor few that remained, and then the galaxy would be rid of these chitspawn. For now.

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KIFF'S FORCES​

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Tunnel Forces

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• Fireteam Alpha
  ~ x44 Crusader-class Battle Droids [Vanguard]
  ~ x22 H1 Battle Droids
  ~ x224 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
  ~ x12 DSD-2 Spider Droids
• Fireteam Beta
  ~ [member="Kathryn Foster"]
  ~ x44 Crusader-class Battle Droids [Vanguard]
  ~ x22 H1 Battle Droids
  ~ x224 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
  ~ x11 DSD-2 Spider Droids
• Fireteam Gamma
  ~ [member="Gabriel Hynatos Umberhorn]
  ~ x44 [URL="http://starwarsrp.net/topic/136469-crusader-battle-droid/"]Crusader-class Battle Droids[/URL] [Vanguard]
  ~ x22 H1 Battle Droids
  ~ x224 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
  ~ x11 DSD-2 Spider Droids
• Fireteam Delta
  ~ x44 Crusader-class Battle Droids [Vanguard]
  ~ x22 H1 Battle Droids
  ~ x224 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
  ~ x11 DSD-2 Spider Droids
• Fireteam Zeta
  ~ x44 Crusader-class Battle Droids [Vanguard]
  ~ x22 H1 Battle Droids
  ~ x224 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
  ~ x11 DSD-2 Spider Droids
  

City Defense Forces

• x4 TX-1 Wardroids
• x672 B1 Mk. II Battle Droids
• x15 MLC-3-Z light tanks

ACTIONS​

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• Fireteam Alpha has taken position at the far side of the bridge, denying passage to any glass droid.
• All spider droids have fired on the tunnel entrance, collapsing the rock above and sealing it off.
• All fireteams are finishing off the remaining glass droids, despite heavy casualties.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Vytal's eyes narrowed. There was no time to ponder how she'd lost her connection to the great Beyond. No time to contemplate some brilliant military strategy as she herself was not a military commander. Magick was her expertise. The unknown and unknowable her air and water. The pandemonium that sought to swallow them now enraged, but only from a lack of an ability to do anything about it. The droids were Kiff's. He was their leader, he understood their abilities and where to put them to use. It was Kiff that the Nightsister would defer to in these matters, with not even the time to chew on the thought of the man having any authority above her own. Survival took priority.

The Nightsister's eyes had narrowed. A thought came to her as it had come to many not made of steel and electricity. Her bright eyes glanced toward the ceiling before they then fell to Kiff as he took sought an answer from on high. "No," Vytal cried, but the creatures' weapon fire forced her to drop back down after even contemplating rising from a kneeling position. She was not a military commander, but she knew caves. She knew caves with telltale signs the likes of which Kiff himself had identified. If they fired as instructed it would cause a collapse that would seal them from their intended destination. Seal them from the Vault. They were here for the Vault! Were they going to surrender now?

Even though it was clear they were being destroyed by the enemy and pressing forward would result in countless casualties -- perhaps to the last man, woman, and droid -- the cold logic of the situation did little to diminish the desire to know. What was below? What had they uncovered? Damn these infernal creatures and their arrogant disregard. Curse them for denying a Sister of her power knowing they would be slaughtered by the broiling wrath within her pale countenance. A pox take each and every one of these things.

And if they thought this day would be the last they would have the pleasure of the outside world intruding on their little den of haughty galactic (or even mere planetary) claim, Vytal would make sure study was made to find a way through these monsters. Every Vault appeared uncrackable at first. Before careful study and a practiced hand unraveled all of its secrets. The Mandragora would not let them slink back into darkness so easily; for they had many Witches and Warlocks that thrived in the dark.

A low growl followed the roar of the collapse and the quake of its landing. Vytal seemed less thrilled at their survival, but she couldn't deny how it might have been necessary. "We have learned much today. Imagine what we will learn once we find the means to overcome their defenses." If that was tomorrow, a year from now, or a decade from now, the Mandragora and the Confederacy would find a way.

Tag: [member="Layla Solari"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Gabriel Hynatos Umberhorn"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"] | [member="Kathryn Foster"] | [member="Ephraim"] | [member="Kaden Farr"] | [member="Shakti Sweet"] | [member="Darth Elyria"] | [member="Cypher Raige"]​

 

[Gianna Aegis]

Objective: On the Ground [Do What Jedi Do] - BYOO​

Location: Tyra'Theed​

Tags: [member="John Locke"] | [member="Valdemar Halstein"]​

She appreciated the small talk that the Captain offered. It probably wasn’t his intention, but, it gave her something else to focus on. Her uneasiness in the shuttle was actually new. If she weren’t too busy thinking about the people on the world below, she might have attributed it to her experiences on Taanab. Her frigate had nearly been blown out of the sky with so many others. “I understand, Captain. Clarity of purpose can be a blessing.”

Even if it meant that he was moving from battle to battle. Fight to fight.

Gianna could not understand that life. No rest. No home. She traveled from adventure to adventure. The Jedi Knight met new people, helped where she could, and always followed the teachings of those that came before her. The Jedi Master, [member="Orn Pharr"], had left an impression within her that she had yet to shake. His sacrifice placed her on a path that for the first time, felt, unclear.

He counseled her about his decision to make it to the ground. She nodded her head, slowly, though her lips tightened just a little bit at the notion of burning a world to ash. If needed. Her stomach rolled as it always did when listening to others about war. She was not so naïve as to believe that lives were never lost, but the casual discussion, was too close to home. He had not spent days and nights drained of energy and barely mobile from trying to heal patients in a world that had fallen beneath prey to a war they had nothing to do with. She had.

It was for this reason she never referred to herself as a soldier. She could never be so blindly obedient, much to the chagrin of those who taught, and trained her. The kindness in her would not allow her to speak ill. Her tongue did not belong to a wasp—And she recognized his viewpoint.

“I’ve heard rumors that he’ll be taking the mantle of one of the Confederate Ministers soon enough. I’m not sure how he feels about it, but, it’s a far cry different from being an Admiral.”

[member="Valdemar Halstein"] may have removed himself from politics, however, the chain of command should be familiar. Above all else lay the Ministers, the Exarchs, and then the Vicelord. It was a large step to take. Gianna worried for John. He had been her friend through thick and thin, always there, always protective and concerned. It drew on memories that had begun to fray.

Thankfully—The pilot warned them that it was time to land. It went fairly smooth. Inhale, exhale. She fumbled with her crash-webbing while the Captain moved along. She did take note of his gait, though, it wasn’t due to the sound. It was the same sense that reminded her of John. Different augmentations. But, still. She recognized the melding of machine and man. He wished them to find the Admiral?

She could do that.

Gianna followed the Force, as she always did, and had every confidence that it would lead her to [member="John Locke"]. Apparently, she didn’t have to wait long. The cyborg had someone divined that they would arrive to the spaceport and the flame-haired woman felt her lips quirk in the palest of smiles. There was no joy in it. Not when this planet smelled of smoke and throbbed with pain. “That’s him over there…”, she intoned, briefly, but it wouldn’t matter long. John was already on his way.

“This is Captain Halstein of the Deliverance. Captain, meet John Locke.”

The introduction might have been unnecessary but she tended to err on the side of politeness. Jade eyes peered behind John and she took a few hesitant steps forward. This world had suffered. Was suffering. Plumes of some rose and she reached out to place her hand on John’s arm. It was a familiar movement. The Knight didn’t realize, not truly, that he couldn’t actually feel her. “This is…”

She didn’t need to finish the sentence.

“I can’t stand here doing nothing. Please—Point the way. Where can we help most? Put out the fires? Or evacuation?”

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Nozhi Blades | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Layla Solari"] [member="Xobos Yakieer"] [member="Kiff Brayde"] [member="Gabriel Hynatos Umberhorn"] [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Darth Elyria"] [member="Shakti Sweet"] [member="Ephraim"]

Following the girl had, for the day, provided no results. But seeing as she was already there and had nothing better to do, Scherezade ventured deeper into the vault.

Hearing the shouts by [member="Kiff Brayde"], she looked up, seeing the cave entrance though which things were coming through. Ugh. Had she been really standing down there for so long without noticing any of it? That was completely out of character for her. Under normal circumstances, she would have made a leap and attempted to enter that cavern entrance herself, but these weren't normal circumstances anymore. Besides, she was half certain that going up there would mean getting super hit by friendly fire.

Glowing green eyes scanned the rest of the people were there, her gaze falling on [member="Vytal Noctura"]. Good. She was well acquainted with the Dathomiri by now; at least in terms of abilities on a battle field. Another piece of ceiling collapsed then – and Scherezade smiled.

"Let's finish this," she yelled atop the sounds of things coming down, "if we can bring a sufficiently large chunk down, those things will stop coming after us! We can come back after we've filled the caverns with water or gas!"

Raising her arms, Scherezade closed her eyes and focused, expanding her Force Presence. She needed it to swell and push forward. Bringing down a piece of cavern ceiling… Was not as simple as some might believe it sounded like. But unless the Dathomiri fought against her, she knew that together they could do it quickly enough. Especially with [member="Kiff Brayde"] shooting at the things that were coming at them, effectively guarding them from potential harm.

 

[Ettiene Kharne]

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[SIZE=12pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Tyra’Weilen[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=12pt] Save Lives[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=12pt]The city burned as thick, smog laden plumes of vile smoke and ash wafted high into the sky. Eschewed glimmers of orange and yellow dance chaotically where buildings had once stood pridefully. Screams of the damned bellowed outward and their pain pulled at the heartstrings of any and all who saw the value of life. It was a painful and unfathomable experience to see oneself slowly charred and broiled amid the intense heat and convection that enveloped any so unfortunate to see themselves trapped within and beyond any reasonable means of escape.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Whatever Gods the people of this world had prayed to, had seemingly abandoned them in their most desperate hour. The war seemed as though it had ceased in any full capacity, yet its reach still heavily influenced the lives of any who remained. Lives that had been uprooted and would never again return to the frivolous orations they had once been. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Alden ducked down to a knee as the winds shifted, pulling a sleeve over his face as a dark plume shifted ever so slightly in his direction as it waltzed with the steadfast winds. The plight of these people tugged at his conscious and he embraced their pain. He embraced it to a point where the faintest of tears painted its way down his cheek, removing some of the soot that had settled there in his brief time amidst this world’s surface. This sentimental connection he felt to those he knew nothing of had been decreed a weakness on numerous occasions. Saying it made him volatile and without control over himself or his emotions. It had been said that this was a meaningless connection and it served no purpose to him, but if that were so, it would go against everything he, himself, stood for. To protect those unable to protect themselves. To save the lives of many and be a force for what he saw of good, fair and just in this universe - even as it was being torn in so many directions as it was currently. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]But some lessons just take more time than others to learn. Don’t they? And then there are those that deserve to be refuted and cast aside as they played no positive role in his own growth. Nor did they make him a stronger person. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]His eyes closed now and he reached out, sensing - to the best of his ability - for life amid the shambles of this crumbling city. [/SIZE]

 

[Josiah]

There was no time to spend debating the grief of the wolf any longer - for the Enclave's doors opened on their own accord. And, as a flood, those overtaken by the Glass began to pour outward. They were armed like any Jedi - with blue and green sabers at the ready and a ferocity in their steps. Yet, Josiah could clearly see the erratic nature of their motions. They were not as refined as practitioners of any of the Forms. They were not refined at all. It was as if someone was literally tugging at their strings.

The Jedi grit his teeth momentarily and reached for his own saber. The golden blade burned into being with but a touch of the ignition. Striding forth, he commanded the Force to his aide, willing telekinetics to build and gather before him. Master [member="Kurenai Yumi"] was right in her call - there was no way of knowing how truly lost these Jedi were and killing them outright was not making an effort to liberate them from their condition. Therefore, Josiah would settle for disarming and removing them from the fight.

With a mighty roar, his Push erupted as a freight train. The column of telekinetic fury ripped from his person and slammed into the front most offenders. A sickening cacophony of bones snapping on impact filled the air as they were tossed headlong over their allies. Their limbs flailed as they sailed through the air and landed atop those behind them. But this was but the opening salvo - and there were many more Jedi to address. An entire Enclave's worth.

"I've got a bad feeling about this..."

[member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Eli-Mae Forrest"] | [member="Gerwald Lechner"]​