"The Blitz" | First Order Invasion of Galactic Alliance Held Planet of Skor II

[HK-36]

Meanwhile,

The droids were still making their way through the tunnels below MetroBig City with the unconscious [member="Connor Harrison"] swaying gently with the movements over HK's shoulder, his rear end being next to the droid's head, if anyone wanted to try and intercept them with their prisoners,

"I mean, hypothetically, his butt is a solid 8."

One of the Greycloaks spoke up,

"Well yes, hypothetically, if he shaves all that fur and maybe cleans it once in a while, Velok's ass could be an 8, but right now I would not give it more than a 4."

HK retorted as the other Greycloak was next to him, matching his pace while holding a fusion cutter to do some quick repairs on his neck,

"But it has a potential for an 8!"

"So does Isamu's ass, it does not make it any less of a mess than it is."

"Wait, which Velok were we discussing?"

"There is more than one?!"

"What about Danger, that is a solid 10, right?"

"If only our circuits could quantify perfection."

"I do not know-"

HK shook his head slightly, causing it to wobble unsteadily as the Greycloak conducting repairs reached out to steady it before securing the joints some more,

"I think it is overrated."

"Seriously?"

"Well what is a 10 for you then?"

"Mother Arg'garok."

"Wait, the nun?"

"But why?"

HK shrugged, causing his head to wobble once more, again caught by his Greycloak guard,

"I like big green butts, and I cannot lie."


"You clankers so weird-weid."

"Warren queen got nice butt- nice butt."

The Squibs chimed in, causing HK and the droids to look at them, well as much as they could since HK's head wasn't all there still,

"Oh, we did not see you there."

"We come to help, reinforce-reinforce."

"Alright, well keep your eyes open in case there are more FO soldiers around."

"Then shoot-shoot!"

"Shoot-shoot! Grab loot!"

And so the droids and their Squib companions kept going through the tunnels, slowly making their way outside, still vulnerable for anyone who would try to intercept them and free Connor from the clutches of machines.

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: MetroBig City
OBJECTIVES: Secure the sub-network system
ALLIES IN AREA: [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Audrey Saint George"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Mishel Ren"]
ENEMIES IN AREA: [member="HK-36"] | | GA in area
GEAR: Ren Attire / Crossguard Lightsaber / Wristblade

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The swaying brought him around, in what felt like hours, but it had only been minutes.

A dull thud in his head accompanied a louder thud from above where he was - the orbital strike of the sub station up above. It sounded like thunder rumbling in the heavens as hopefully a good deal of damage would be done to any forces sweeping in to claim the First Order and Ren in the area. But, for Connor Harrison, all he could do was listen and hope it worked.

His head ached, and his arms hung down. He was being carried, and he heard synthetic voices, but they were not Ren. They were droids.

With a sigh, his eyes opened a crack to see the disorientating lights and movement that followed. It was enough, and he closed them again and simply surrendered to the movement.

He stayed silent. Not knowing what to say, who to call for or who to try and reach via the Force. Blood, dirt and sweat smeared down his face, his hair stuck to his brow. Other than that, not bad condition for a captive of the Alliance.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

LOCATION: Metrobig City
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], @Sual Perth, [member="Spencer Varanin"], [member="James Mathison"], [member="Kaida Taldir"],
ENEMIES: First Order, [member="Darth Carnifex"], @Smaka Derith, [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
GEAR: Armor, Gun, Lightsaber x 2, Another Gun, Cloak, Ring of Thermal Detonators
OBJECTIVE: Fighting the horde
THEME: Down from the sky

His blades clashed with the man but on this beast, his balance wasn't what it normally was. Beneath his feet, it felt as if he stood upon moving sponge. It squealed from injuries from both Sith Lord and the vessel that trailed not far behind. While his focus was almost entirely on the Sith Lord, his mind slipped into that of the Slivilith. It was in that moment that he realized that the monster was neither angry nor filled with hunger of the conquest. No, instead he felt the tethers of Yammosk from afar and the enslavement that came with it. More than anything, he felt fear at assumed demise. No matter what happened, he was sure such event would occur, no matter how much the flying creature dived and dodged.

Stepping back on his left foot, he deflected one strike only to feel the smack of the other end come crashing against his sternum, forcibly driven home by the Sith Lord. Thankfully, his armor was capable of soaking up the energy, at least the shark skin beneath the dallorian plates. The strike still cut through metal and exerted certain kinetic force against the Marshal, pushing him back across the hind of the beast. His mental attachment did not falter and as he fell back, making a simple request of the beast while launching the green blade at the Sith Lord in final attempt.

Soar.

And so it did, lifting its nose as it climbed higher and higher. The angle sent Gabe rolling as he grabbed for what he could. And what filled his hands were the fleshy succulent tendrils of the Slivilith, partially scorched from laser fire. And as he gripped on, dangling from the tail, he looked over his shoulder just in time to see the dropship.

Thunk.

The concussive missile exited the tube as the propellant kicked on, aimed directly at the Sith Lord. Gabe could do nothing but prepare for the impact. But for all he could do, a simple deer in the headlights look painted his face.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Metrobig City
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] - [member="Mishel Ren"] - [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] - [member="Aeron Kreelan"] - [member="Spencer Varanin"] - [member="Kaida Taldir"]

[SIZE=11pt]Freezing cold subsided to blistering heat as a barrier of flames came between Samka, Mishel and their attackers. She caught sight of the newcomer striding towards them, it looked like one of the residents of Kaeshana, the Eldorai if she remembered correctly. Samka readjusted herself into a duellist's stance, unclipping the curved Lightsaber at her belt with both feet set squarely apart. Sam felt a kinetic push headed her way, the fire around her buckled inwards, flames threatening to lick at her robes but she repelled them with a push of her own from her free hand.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Sam circled around, protected by the flames from her apprentice and watching for who will make the first move. The woman who dared strike out at Mishel, the ice wielding Eldorai closing the distance and the new comer, leaning on his spear and goading her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You know it’s considered rude to pick on people. Why don’t you and I play a little game of tag?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Ren sneered beneath her helmet, “I’m merely defending my partner, you’ve chosen to tip the numbers. I hardly think I’m the one [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]picking on people, no?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She felt Mishel’s eyes burrowing into her. The younger Ren was struggling to keep their shield of flames in tact, she was struggling to understand the situation at all, that much was obvious. Sam placed her free hand on her apprentice’s shoulder to steady her weight, keeping her Lightsaber trained on the figures beyond the fire as she did so.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“The insects swarm with numbers because they’re too weak to fight alone,” Samka explained, “Call upon the Dark Side and together we’ll be strong enough to crush them.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]In the distance a great beast bellowed as it soared above the city, spreading death indiscriminately as it went. Sam could feel the gaping darkness belonging to the Sith Lord, Darth Carnifex on the beast itself with the Jedi Master in close proximity. “Hm,” she made a noise of mild surprise at the creature’s appearance.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The beast seemed to have caught Mishel’s attention. The girl was pleading with the others to unite and fight off the Vong creature. Sam let her talk, she had no doubt the friends of the Jedi Order here would show their true colours.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“We must help them master, we cannot let that creature become their end,” [/SIZE]Mishel’s voice echoed in her head.

Samka’s teeth gritted. Why not? Carnifex could handle himself just fine and what did anyone else matter? Why not let the Vong continue to ravage this world? The message earlier was clear, they’d thrown their lot in the Galactic Alliance and would pay the price for doing so. The Squibs and the Vong deserved each other. But as the teenage girl by her side faltered, stumbling to her knees, pleading so earnestly, Samka paused. Perhaps the notion could be entertained, if only to help gain a favourable opinion from the locals to a sooth over the future occupation.

[SIZE=11pt]“We can fight the creature,” she said slowly, “but you can’t expect them to help, they’d sooner see their world in ash than to let us escape,” Sam scoffed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As if on cue the blonde woman stumbled through the flames to strike at Mishel once more. After the damage sustained, any normal woman would have been incapacitated, her bones were twisted and fractured from Samka’s previous attack yet she still kept moving and through fire, no less. Sam had to ponder just what[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] was [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]she? It didn’t stop her striking out to defend her apprentice however.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Do not lay a finger on her,” Samka growled. Instinctively, Sam sidestepped her way between Mishel and her attack and lashed out with a swift, surgical swing to the neck aiming to cleanly decapitate the woman.[/SIZE]

 

[Relit Vandal]

LOCATION: Metrobig Blastport, Surveillance Room
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, The Force, a Squib with no name, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Saul Perth"], [member="Vaet"]
ENEMIES: First Order, @Irajah, [member="Audrey Saint George"], [member="Ranulph Tarkin"], [member="Saul Kruger"]
GEAR: Scattergun, KD-Dissauder, Lightsaber, Blade, Portable bow and arrow, a pouch of seeds
OBJECTIVE: Coordinating efforts

The soldiers nodded to one another. Kicking on flashbangs and smoke grenades, they tossed them into the open landing bay - where the explosion had occurred. Giving just a second for the explosions to pass, they rushed into with guns lifted, aimed to take anyone out that still might remain of [member="Saul Kruger"] and his platoon.

~~~

The Yuuzhan Vong, as far as Relit could tell, were all almost dead and on their way to face off against their gods in the nethers. Or whatever it was they did. He had a weak grasp on their mythology, though he had read of the one known as Ganner. He hoped that such a man still gave them fear of the end, showing the true power of a Jedi. Nevertheless, there was not much left that Relit could do against this foe as they progressed through the facility. Though their presence, despite their intent, had been a boon to the Galactic Alliance and Squib alike. While they may not have intended it, they had done well to nearly wipe out the Yuuzhan Vong contingent that rested within the blastport. What remained could easily be removed by the remaining marines and Jedi, with little to no loss of life on their part. If it was historical research that these people desired, they had earned it in his eyes.

The Squib, as far as he could tell, were a worthwhile species. Whether that was because of their resilience, in the face of such adversity, or because of the warmth of soul that resonated from Squibby and Screebee, Relit couldn't know. But he had gained a certain appreciation for the species, for the time he had been here, and he believed they were worth understanding and acknowledgment.

Turning back to the bay where the other men were, the analysis was complete.

::Commander, this is Jedi Master Relit Vandal. That vessel is the FIV Discovery, Conyers-Class Scientific research vessel. It appears to have several armaments including torpedos, missiles, and turbolasers. As far as the scanners are concerned, none of this is powered on.::

::Roger that, Master Jedi. We will approach with caution and attempt to enter through any means possible.::

He watched as they approached the vessel, still seemingly resistant against the tractor beam. Some would attempt to scale the landing gears, others set their bags down as they pulled grappling hooks from their bags. While archaic, it required no power and functioned just as well with a trained hand. Finding purchase with a grapple hook, the marines would be able to scale the siding and find entrance through various vent tubes or paneling. Time would tell on how successful they were in entering the research vessel.

Just then, Relit heard a tap on the door. He knew the presence that hid on the other side, both by nature and size. Stepping forward, he pulled the door open with the turn of the knob and greeted the small creature with warm smile.

"Vaet, my friend...your timing is beyond reproach." He wasn't sure whether it was wise to leave the surveillance room just yet but he felt the force guide him. Waving his hand back the other way, he motioned for the vaetling to walk with him. "Come, let us investigate what remains of the blastport."

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Metrobig City
Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] Temporarily: [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Mishel Ren"].
Enemies: Vong thing of doom.
Objective: Remove the Vong creature

Aedan Miles went to reply before his eyes narrowed and he turned them towards the Vong Creature that was flying absently he reached out with one hand stopping the GA persons advance calmly as he gestured upward grudgingly mumbling. "They have a point. That thing will destroy and kill aimlessly no matter what side. Plus if anyone is gonna be the undoing of Kaine.. or is it Darth Carnifex now oh well either way I am going to be the one that is invovled in that. For now there shall be a temporary truce between the four of us or you shall be fighting me. And I don't play as nice as they are playing." The young man calmly turned his violet gaze on the older of the two knights of Ren looking at her calculatingly before he nods calmly. "Me and my men will work with you to take that beast down. While I would prefer a nice game of tag I can not let that thing run rampant. What is the plan?" As he waited for the woman to respond Aedan sent a quick message to [member="Nolan Detta"] informing him to get the Red Fang set up with heavy weapons and prepare to fire on the Vong creature. For now it was their primary target if the GA wanted to throw a fit they could but they would find themselves complaining about someone who just couldn't bring himself to care. Aedan as a sign of good faith deactivated the blade of his lightsaber pike looking back at the Knight of Ren calmly.

 

[Ara Zambrano]

The hull of the FIV Kingfisher
Allies: [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | @FO and Allies
Enemies: [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Nicolas Thorne"]
Gear: In Signature, RX-1 Helmet


A deep chuckle rumbled across the comm before their connection was severed, the laughter stemming from his comment about “this Ren girl” or his plea directly to her unknown. Their pilot scrambled and recoded their frequency faster than she’d expected possible, her estimation of his skills increasing incrementally. Her attacks bounced off of the invisible field emanating from her opponent, a grim smile growing behind her visor as she moved in to continue pressing her attack.

From her peripheral vision, she watched the High Marshall slam against a wall and recover, the Ren satisfied that he did not have need of her assistance for the moment. Brenner had disappeared deeper into the ship in search of the data cores they’d been charged with recovering, her job for the time being was to occupy the enemy in the bridge and prevent them from following him. Her lips curled up as her attention returned to her own battle, just in time to see the man throw himself at her.

A raised eyebrow preceded a pretty series of steps to the side, her reflexes faster than the man hurtling towards her. Slashing at his side with her blade as he passed, she watched his form barreling towards the far wall.

Is he really going to-

The thought was cut off as he propelled himself towards the ceiling. Magboots engaged, the Ren held her hand out, power stretching between them, hands curling into a fist and pulling, attempting to override the mechanics in his footwear and drag her opponent back within striking distance.

Once again she was bathed in a golden-white light, this time aimed from above, her saber pulsing angrily as the glow settled over the knight. The warmth once again ate away at the invisible fibers she felt in her core, connecting the Ren, her anger, her fear, and the blanket of power surrounding them. A mental curse accompanied another attempt to pull the man to her, even as she felt the power she’d pulled draining away, a hollow, empty ache replacing it within her being.

The sound of the blast shutters closing cut through the silence in the bridge, the knight and her opponent at a momentary stale-mate. Options ran through her mind, the prevalent one, to remove herself from the influence of the light side and rekindle her waning power. It was the most obvious and perhaps smartest way to circumvent the flood of light washing over her, but Ara rarely followed what was expected and now was no different.

Swinging her blade in a swift circle, she bent her knees and pushed the last bit of Force gathered within into her legs and jumped, launching herself into the air towards the man anchored on the ceiling. Two quick slashes with her blade aimed to remove his head or arm from his body as her jump brought her barreling closer to him. Twisting with the grace of her former days running through the streets, she reactivated her magboots, the soles slamming her into the ceiling, blood spilling from the lip she bit at the force of impact.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Allies: [member="Audrey Saint George"], [member="Saul Kruger"] | 103rd "Bloody Banthas"
Enemies: [member="Relit Vandal"] | [member="Vaet"]
Gear: FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor | F-11D | SE-44C | 1 Riot Control Squad | 2 Standard Squad

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: Get Dr. Saint George + Squints to the Museum Survive.[/SIZE]

While [member="Vaet"] and [member="Relit Vandal"] had victory within their grasp, Captain Wynlar and his crew were not ready to give up. Not yet, anyway - there was still more to do. He stood there with his hands behind his back and quietly ordered, "activate shields in close proximity to the hull." They had not simply spent the last few moments, minutes even doing nothing but attempting to be free of the tractor beam. No, they had been working on their own escape, conducting a full scan of the blastport to not only locate the emitter but also some other data. Even if the Captain had considered, albeit momentarily a self destruct sequence. The Discovery while having not been on any classified missions in particular still had valuable data, and as it was she had been trapped long enough for the enemy to get a good look at her. He would be damned if they got to have the full of her too.

Lieutenant Crawley moved to activate the Discovery's dual-layered deflector shields, a field would extend out around the surface of the vessel. Like most standard deflector shields, the Discovery's were made of a thermally conductive material. Not entirely something he'd want to be near or even want to touch to be honest. Captain Wynlar would hope that the Alliance men and women were smart enough to get clear of the First Order vessel once her shields were powered on otherwise they would face being vaporised.

Now came the next part, "scans?"

"Just about finished," Ensign Runagar answered, "we've downloaded the necessary information about the Blastport,..." Although that part was not easy at all. "Our multi-directional sensor arrays were not initially programmed to compile data on the ground, however; by rewriting some of the sensor software. I was able to get this." The young woman motioned to a small screen around Captain Wynlar's console. "We've got a complete scan of the Blastport and... some of the surrounding area, lifesigns indicate that some of our people, well actually..."

The Huginn Biocomm Network did the job of allowing the ship to keep a beat on their own people, and now with the full scan of the area added to it. Triangulating their exact locations would be just that much easier to do. For now, they had to solve their main problem and that was getting out of this blasport.

"We'll assist where we can, Runagar. Crawley, do you have the location of the tractor emitter?" Wynlar asked.

"Aye," the officer acknowledged and then answered, "locking on target, now captain."

"Ion torpedoes locked," Crawley reported. "Fire!" The Conyers-class, FIV Discovery launched her ion torpedo - the heavily ionised particles doing their job giving the ship a moment to not only breathe but to escape. The vessel finally free from her captors, moved out of the Blastport and headed into the atmosphere of Skor II.

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Private Waterford. Private Dancause. Corporal Maddessen. Private Kowalski.

Tarkin would not forget them, nor would he forget how they died. Two were in the shield squadron, the other two infantry and they fell together each one trying to save another member of their platoon. "Dmitri, Strovenko, Grant," he ordered and motioned to the deceased Stormtroopers. No one was being left behind, not on this planet - not in this system and not on his watch. "Shields men, shields!" He shouted indiscriminately, "shields forward! Infantry pull back, keep those civilians behind you!"

Grant of New Habat took a knee and carefully picked up Corporal Maddessen in his arms, in that moment Tarkin didn't see a soldier in white plastoid. He saw the girl from Bakura who could drink any of them under the table. He saw the woman who would rightly kick his arse and didn't give two quads who he was, just to put him back in his place. Tarkin turned his attention to Strovenko who pulled Waterford over his shoulder in a fireman carry. Private Waterford had only just graduated out of infantry school, he wrote a letter to his mum back on Jathuun saying how happy he was and was glad to have made her proud. Waterford was a stocky bloke, but then most Jathuunites were - but as stocky and as built as he was. He was still mummy's little boy. He got teased plenty, Tarkin gathered, but the boy didn't seem to care and now the Lieutenant who kept his bearings would have to write a letter home to Mrs. Waterford to explain how he let her little boy die. Dmitri held Kowalski, Kowalski was from Aridente, which was a strange place, to begin with but the man was smart - and was wanting to get into medical training to become a corpsman. Didn't much care for infantry, wanted to help others with medicine and not a gun. Finally, it was Tarkin himself who scooped Private Dancause into his arms and placed him over his shoulder. "We'll get you home, lad."

"We're all going to get home," Tarkin's hand patted the boy on the back as if he were still alive, and maybe that would get him through. "C'mon! Banthas! Forward!"

Sgt. Viramontes up at the front, "shields, hold - infantry, fire!"

Yuuzhan Vong stragglers would feel the brunt and burn of blaster fire, "move! Shields rise, infantry forward!"

And from the back, a young woman from Prosperia of all places began to sing, "I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above."

"Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love," added Grant with his deep bass voice, "the love that asks no question."

"The love that stands the test," Tarkin added as he adjusted Dancause over his shoulder. "That lays upon the altar the dearest, and the best."

"The love that never falsters, the love that pays the price," continued Strovenko as he turned his helmeted head to look at Dmitri.

The private with his tenor-like voice sang, "the love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice."

Before anyone could think of it, the entire platoon - those who could, sang and the injured carried by their brothers and sisters in uniform put a hand over their heart. It might seem odd to most, but the Banthas were already a rather odd group. A group who still felt compelled to get through the trials of their day by remembering why it was they were here. And together they continued to sing, move forward with their shields, fire, hold shields, fire and move forward again. It was during this moment that Tarkin heard word from the Discovery's crew, and quietly sent out a message from his helmet out onto encoded channels for the First Order. It was an emergency channel but he could not think of another way to call for help.

:: This is Conoclast-Seven. Alert. Alert. Wounded. Emergency Evac Required. Alert. 103rd in Distress. ::​

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[member="Charlotte Reed"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Tobias Wrynn"] | [member="Samuel Jones"] | [member="Thalera Isianthar"] | [member="Achim Veers"]​

 

[Sev'ayn'nuruodo]

Skor II - Space
Allies (immediate): [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] (OOCly indisposed), [member="Adalric Vastor"]
Allies (peripheral): [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Thalera Isianthar"] [member="Samuel Jones"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Charlotte Reed"]
Enemies (immediate): [member="Rach Vizla"]
Enemies (peripheral): [member="Zark"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Arisa Yune"]
Forces: Raptor-class Assault Frigate FIV Holdfast
[Note: NPCing Vastor's forces per his wishes, as he is away for a couple of days.]

The enemy was firing hypervelocity rounds at the larger Admonition. As expected, a couple of the rounds went wide, sailing harmlessly away, but many others impacted the larger ships shields, slamming home and being eaten by the ships shielding. But not all would be eaten. A few managed to sneak through the shields and rip holes into the ships armor, caressing her with danger untold. Atmosphere began ventilating from the ship rather rapidly, a few crew were unfortunately lost. Others rushed swiftly to staunch the leaks, keeping them from getting utterly vented, and leaving small sections of the ship unusable for the foreseeable future. There was nothing that could be done about that.

Still, they pressed onward, drawing ever closer to the enemy frigate. As soon as they were in range, their main guns began to fire on the frigate. Not a lot of firepower given the ships size, but still enough. And beside her, the Holdfast rose up, cresting over her bow as fire was being traded.

"We've crested the Admonition's shield plane."

"Fire all broadside weapons, full missile cluster barrage. I want that frigate taken out of the fight swiftly."

"Firing all weapons for broadside."

A full salvo left the ship, followed by another and another. The full broadside power of the Holdfast was unleashed across the bow of her carrier companion, bearing fire directly upon the enemy frigate, and ignoring the likelihood of being targeted by the larger vessel in the distance. It was a necessary risk given the circumstances. The enemy frigate needed to be dismantled, and then they could continue on for their next target. That was how battles were one. The enemy didn't need to be destroyed, just disabled.

"Helm, level out, slow to Admonition's speed, and prepare for dive."

"Roger. Dropping plane to zero, cutting back to match the Admonition's speed."

"Guns continue firing on the enemy frigate until we begin dive. Strengthen shields to the enemy side to absorb retaliation."

"Copy."

She watched as the ships guns fired on the enemy cruiser. The Admonition's fighters remained shielded, not moving out. Clearly the Captain was waiting to unleash them upon the enemy cruiser that they were bearing towards. She was the larger, deadlier target, certainly. Finishing her off would allow them to move in on the core of the enemy's force and provide assistance to the Admiral. It was a risky move on their part, but one calculated, and they were going to do some damage to the enemy fleet whether they liked it or not. It all came down to whether or not the carrier's shields could hold out under the assault of both enemy vessels, despite the hits it had already taken.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Location: Squib City
Enemies: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Mishel Ren"]. In the general area, but not engaged: [member="Darth Carnifex"]. Also a Vong beastie in the sky.
Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"], also in area: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]


You talk too much. Kaida did not like monologuing on the battlefield. She cared not for the blathering of the two Ren. Their words were meaningless to her. The First Order had subjugated her homeworld, allowing a genocidal Sith Lord to erect his perverse castle on it, crucified people in the ruins of Santaissa, and mutilated POWs.


She was not going to be merciful. Or listen to sudden pleas designed to put the imperialists in a good light. Flames spread through the area, but her armour and own elemental power shielded her as she moved towards the group. Fire licked her, making her body temperature rise, but rather than repel them via a Force Push she simply absorbed them, draining them of their heat and pulling it into herself.


There was pain from the embrace, but then the heat was converted into energy. Elemental powers were an Angelii's bread and butter. The blonde haired Ren, the one whose aura seemed more potent, had apparently been ignoring the Ice Lady. This course of action was folly.


Her eyes were still on Samka. From the direction Kaida had been advancing, she could still see her. As the Ren sought to launch her attack, Kaida wrapped her telekinetic willpower around the woman with an intangible, powerful, crushing grip, seeking to lift her into the air and fling her away from Aeron like a ragdoll with enough force to break bones on impact.

 

[LT-137]

Location: Orbital Salvage Platform - FIV Kingfisher
Allies: The First Order, [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Nils Brenner"], Etc.
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Nicolas Thorne"], Etc.
Personal Loadout: See Signature and Squad Loadout Below.
Squad Loadout: FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour, Z6 Riot Control Baton, SE-44c Blaster Pistol, Charric/Maser Rifle, FWMB-10 Repeating Blaster, Concussion Grenade(s), Thermal Detonator, G-20 Glop Grenade, Combat Vibroknife, Jetpack(s).

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Within a matter of minutes, a slurry of deeds had taken place, occurring scant heartbeats after one another. Though the genetic therapy the young Torian was subjected to as a child had given him the blessing of eidetic memory, when the timeline of events had bled into one, it was unlikely to be rebuilt with any clarity.

He remembered slamming his weapon into the metallic husk of the FIV Kingfisher. The muted clang of nigh-impregnable metal smashing into its inferior cousin, and the reverberations that trembled up his arm as the blast shutters were mulched beneath his weapon’s rending fangs. He remembered when the pressurized atmosphere, boiling within the heart of the corvette's bridge, funneled outwards in an explosive torrent - sending both the Stormtrooper and loose detritus back into the enforced stillness of the void. His mag-boots had kept him secured to the outer hull, and the barrier of coruscating energy projected from his belt had protected him from the rushing pillar of ignited air that bathed his shield. There was even a flickering memory of a droid shooting out from the vessel’s interior, followed swiftly thereafter by an audible grunt of agony across the Squad’s encrypted comms. It must've been when one of his fellow Stormtrooper’s had taken the Weightless Droid in the chest, as there was a string of curses that followed. The memory was indistinct and thus suffered under the weight of cognitive dissonance, where his indoctrinated mind lessened the impact of some but strengthened the potency of others.

However, this was where the Soldier's mind had encountered several lacunae. Torian couldn't remember what happened after his shield had flared and died, nor could he recall the events that took place when his visor suddenly drowned in what had - at first - assumed was chaff. As the tactical filtration systems of his HUD were unable to cycle through the mess, he felt the first flicker of rage take hold. Of all the things that could've been thrown his way, it had to be glitter. Shouts of protest echoed within the muted helms of his comrades, as those nearest to their Veteran Sergeant suffered the same fate. Almost in mirrored unison, the reached up and scraped the particulate confetti from their lenses. That's as far as he could remember. From what he had been able to glean from the events that had transpired, through second and third-hand accounts, was that Sergeant Pierce flew into manic fury - slashing away at the opening with his axe, widening the hole with every furious, mulching swing.

That was when he had felt a something touch his shoulder, drawing him out from behind the crimson curtain of blinding rage, and dropping the boiling blood within his veins to a deadly seethe. He resisted the violent urge to lash out at the figure who dared to lay a hand atop his pauldron, a particularly good idea as his glitter smeared lenses locked onto the odd accoutrements of battle that had adorned the High Marshal. It wouldn’t bode well for his career, let alone his life, should he strike out against his commanding officer with a weapon that chewed through nearly anything its fangs sunk into. The mere notion of what would happen to him in the moments after he had made that fatal error, spurred the Stormtrooper back from the spiraling abyss of madness. Torian’s chain-bound fingers fanned across the surface of the Chainweapon’s haft - bringing back the clarity of focus every time one of his fingers wrapped around the phrik sheathed pole. As the focal point of reality returned, he watched impassively as the High Marshal had slipped inside the Corvette, and ordered his men to follow - ensuring their eyes were on a swivel.

Targeting beads were drawn almost instantaneously as they piled into the bridge, sighting up several targets of varying hostility. There were two hostiles worthy of note and were picked out with a solid crimson aura. While it was likely that they were Jedi - or any variation thereof - due to the weapons they carried or the recognizable stances they took, there was a reason why High Command has sent several attache's along with his Squad. This incursion was not to be a repeat of Mustafar, where mere soldiers faced the might of augmented gods. Here, in orbit of the world of Skor II - the First Order would deploy their secretive cult of devout Knights against the martial prowess of their Jedi foe. That should even the odds; the Sergeant mused as his eyes drifted towards the pilot. The man had entered in through a secondary access port, sliced into the exterior of the ship’s bridge by their Rennite Adjutant, with his Second-in-command and her fireteam. They’d be in good hands with the amount of heavy weaponry that she and her fellow Stormtroopers could bring to bear. Nevertheless, they were in good hands. That meant that his mission parameters had altered once again. He was already tasked with the responsibility of restoring the atmosphere, which he had so foolishly torn asunder with his unconventional weapon, but had failed to see how such an eventuality was to come to pass. He tore a bloody hole in the bridge, through the blast shutters, how was he t-

Like the sudden peal of lightning, the realization dawned on him. There were sections of the ship’s bridge that weren’t covered by the blast shutters, and would allow for someone to shift them along the surface of the glasteel barrier to seal their points of entry. In doing that, he would complete his mission and be allowed to engage the various targets at his leisure. Without hesitation, the Stormtrooper ordered his Squad towards the command throne and the multiple terminals scattered about the bridge. Though his tech expert had departed their company, having been assigned to his Second’s fireteam before they even dropped out of hyperspace, Torian was left with little… expertise in how to bypass the various measures of security. Who was he kidding? The man was brilliant behind the tactical display, able to determine myriad points of ingress and devise sound counters to various frontal assaults - all the while relishing the red-hot Lance of anger surging through his veins. But, put an encrypted terminal before him, and his first instinct is and was to smash it.

As if by divine providence, the High Marshal had seemingly materialized from nowhere and palmed the surface of a nearby terminal, one that Torian himself had slapped his hand against several times in the hopes of garnering access.

Out of the corner of his eye, the Veteran Sergeant watched as the plates from the opposite side of the bridge had removed themselves from their housing and began to agonizingly slow process of transferring towards their newly inputted destination. “That was easy.” One of the Stormtrooper’s said, his ever-smiling visage painting his words with mystified stupidity. “Shut it, Trooper” Was the only response Torian could manage, doing his best to keep his cool in the face of such uncharacteristic behaviour. This war had done little for the discipline of the newest generation of Stormtroopers, as most of the Veteran Soldiers were being slaughtered wholesale by Godlings shrouding themselves in the cloaks of religious righteousness. He was the last of a dying breed, and should the conflict continue - it was more than likely he’d be joining his fallen brothers far sooner than he’d like.

Pushing the thought to the side, and withdrawing his service pistol, Torian ordered his fireteam to secure the bridge. They would allow the “Jedi” and their opposites to cross blades for the time being, as their helmets would record the duels and utilize the recorded footage against their kin in the future. They’d watch, and with maser rifles leveled - they’d wait for an opportune moment to strike.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location - Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform - FIV Kingfisher - Damaged bridge Bercey-class Weather Corvette
Objective - Saving those that want to die and bring the party
Allies - GA, well got one so far ( [member="Canal"] [member="Laira Vereen"] | [member="Nicolas Thorne"] )
Enemies - Dancing on the cieling ( [member="Ara Ren"] ) all other baddies ( [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] )
(Stuff for pew pew and glow stick party in bio)

[SIZE=10.5pt]X[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] <- Background music (come on you knew I was going here eventually)[/SIZE]

He felt the tug of Ara trying to pull him from his inverted position but surprisingly his boots held. Be it their superior craftsmanship or he weakened state Ara was unable to pull the wrong side up ginger from his perch. Bryce fought hard to control his mind willing to to focus as the blood rushed to his head. His continued application of cleansing force shown down on her only increasing the weakening of the disciple of Ren. Maybe it was his unorthodox combat style, or his magnetic personality but with what must have been sheer act of will on Ara's part she decided to use what dark force she had left to propel up at Bryce and soon she to was locked onto the ceiling of the bridge back within melee range of the illuminating follower of the way.

As she attacked Bryce could not use his trick again as engaging the bubble would cut his boots connection with the metal of the bridges ceiling. Without the ability to take up his force tool or any other defense object he was forced resort to a tactic of last resort. Reacting with only his hand and the sheer grace of the force he used a skill he was far from a master at. As she went low to strike, so did Bryce. As she went high Bryce followed. Each time she attacked Bryce was able to block and absorb some of her plasma blade. But it was at a cost. Having to focus so much on her attacks his own was fading. The Tutaminis technique was one of great need and focus. He would not be able to hold this for much longer, something had to change in his strategy.

Out of desperation Bryce did not block Ara's next attack but instead intercepted it. Grabbing at the saber itself Bryce took hold of the emitter and locked on for dear life. The saber now neutralized he took the power and pain into himself. Allowing the agony to wash past, Bryce channeled the full strength of the trapped blade and re-directed it into the force light now focused on Ara. Bryce's hand began to melt and fuse to the hilt as Ara was hit with what was a beyond full blast of pure force created light. Sweat poured down from his forehead as he screamed within his helmet, but he refused to give into the pain. As the light shown down on Ara, Bryce began to slowly lower his hand directing the attack to Ara's head. As his hand hovered just over her forehead their duel was coming to a final climax.





One thing becoming crystal clear from this encounter. The two would never be the same...

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Location: MetroBig City
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Enemies: [member="Saul Perth"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Aedan Miles"]
Disengaging: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Kaida Taldir"]
Objective: Defend. Assist.

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

Exit Scene.

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Mishel kept the flames around her and her master tight, and in spite of this, they continued to pursue them. "Then so be it," she remarked and pulled at the flames she had created. The fire dissipated around them and surged toward its master. It happened all at once, the Alliance soldier known as Sha who once more tried to reach for her. Each passing moment she felt the beat of her heart, and then the body of the Sha grappling her. Instinctively, the vat-grown Ren tucked her chin into her chest in her best attempt to counter any choke, as the girl's masters went to work on the Sha. Next came the strange man who agreed that there were larger matters to deal with, and then the Dar-Eldorai. The one responsible for the ice, it felt as cold as Illyria's hand gripping around her even now she felt the call of death. It barked and urged the forceborn to give in, but she refused. Her armor, once black began to burn a bright orange heated from the inside. Call upon the dark side, her master told her - and as Mishel reached for the darkness, so to did the light reach for her.

There's a light inside of you, but only you can choose how brightly it will shine.

It felt as if every moment she had taken would lead to this, and just as the Dar-Eldorai would reach out for her master. Flames erupted from the teenager, sparks of ember and fire thrashed in all directions, her armour went with it and in that singular moment, she felt the ice-cold grip of the elements around her. She felt them as they seized her body. All at once everything seemed to come to ahead, everything seemed to hit in one moment. The brunette reached out with the force to summon her lightsaber back to her hand, her feet moved and her body pivoted away from Sha. Another five-foot step as she turned in the direction of the creature that was as clear as day. Calling upon her reserve force pool, the forceborn moved to reach the Jedi and the Dark Lord.

I await you. Mishel sent to her master.

Force speed behind her, as she departed the fight.

Enter Scene.

Bits of fire and smoke trailed behind the girl as she stopped just short of the battle between the Dark Lord, the Jedi and the massive creature in sight. Feth me, sideways. She thought to herself. Not remembering that she had left the mental link with her master open, how am I to reach the creature from this level? The disciple of Ren had now just a plain black robe, built to counter her elemental abilities. Lightsaber in hand, she flicked the blade on and the familiar snap-hiss could be heard as it now hummed to life. An orange blade whirred waiting to be dug into flesh, she took a few steps back to look up at the creature and where it was now.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Task Force Moridena (Sieb Tevv) Flank
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Sieb Tevv"], [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Cody Bantam"], [member="Rach Vizla"], [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] (engaging), [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Thalera Isianthar"], [member="Samuel Jones"], [member="Charlotte Reed"], [member="Tobias Wrynn"], [member="Emelie Sterren"]
Objective: Continue Firing on Priority Targets, Abandon Ship

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Lower Decks, Belsar-class Command Carrier ANS Hereafter
Skorr II Orbit, Task Force Moridena Flank
Outer Rim

Got to get away, far away. Away from everyone else, someplace safe. Someplace secure.

But what room on the ship could possibly contain him?

His vision unfocused, Commodore Zark Pulsar stumbled down the corridors of his own ship in a state of war like a drunken madman. It had been a miracle that he had even made it this far unchallenged, and the Jedi Knight could only hope that this far away from any of the ship's critical systems, he would not come across any personnel. Most of them should be manning their posts, and would have responsibilities that kept them from anywhere near here. Most, it seemed, but not all, as Zark heard the seemingly distance echo of an Ithorian crewman calling out after him. All he had to do was hold on just a little while longer, he was almost around the corner.

But he couldn't.

The commanding officer stumbled to his knees and then collapsed. And like any dutiful sailor aboard the Hereafter, the Ithorian rushed to his head. Shaking the Commodore several times, the alien furrowed its considerable brow in confusion as he realized the human was apparently unconscious, although he could detect no obvious cause.

Opening them suddenly, Zark fixed his now crimson-yellow eyes on the startled crewman, and smiled a wicked smile.


Bridge

A muted cheer rang throughout the room when the FIV Bombardier exploded brilliantly off their bow.

Still disheartened by the sudden outburst and subsequent apparent medical emergency of their commander, and all too aware that this battle was far from over with the destruction of a single enemy cruiser, the celebration was somewhat half-heartened. The Lieutenant Commander, now Acting Captain Bashir, could see the threat to his bridge crew's morale and did his best to appear as stoically resolved on the outside as he could possibly manage. Considering how much the incident with the Commodore had shaken the Mon Cal personally, that capacity left something to be desired.

Encouraged by their efforts against the vessels under the command of the FIV Malice, Captain Bashir had ordered continuous focused fire on the Halberd Artillery frigates. Barrages of turbolaser fire and torpedoes streaked out from the task force towards their intended targets, and elsewhere on the battlefield the starfighter wings directly under the Belsar's purview adjusted immediately to the First Order battle group's tightening formation. Withdrawing from the deadly anti-capital crossfire the Malice had established, junior officers throughout the bridge of the Hereafter analyzed portions of the First Order battleline, searching for the optimal weak points in their lines of fire.

With the precision only the starfighter command and control platform was capable of, the Belsar then began directing the Alliance starfighters on probing and harrying runs. Confident that, although he would likely not be single handedly influencing the course of any outcomes today, he would not be actively weakening the Alliance batteline by assuming command of the task force, Bashir was just beginning to believe that his first command might actually turn out okay.

"Multiple explosions!" a senior tech belted, "Main engine deck, severe damage! Heavy casualties!"

Then again...

"Where the hell did the shots come from?" the captain wondered aloud, astounded, "How did they manage to penetrate our line?!"

"Sir, they...they didn't! Explosions registered as coming from inside the Hereafter."

Sabotage?! Bashir couldn't believe it.

"Seal off the affected decks!" the Mon Cal snapped, "Damage control and rescue teams to the adjacent bulkheads! Status report! Someone give me a status report!"

"The reactor, Captain!" the same tech from before interrupted, his face pale, "She's gone critical. We're going to lose her."

Bashir closed his eyes. Then they were already past the point of no return, and he hadn't even realized it.

"How long do we have?" he asked, quietly.

"Fifteen, twenty minutes sir! Tops!"

"Put me on shipwide," Captain Bashir ordered, "All hands, this is the Captain. Abandon ship. I repeat, abandon ship. This is not a drill."



Task Force - Sullust
"Pulsar's Peacekeepers."

Spoiler

8,110 meters

Belsar-class Command Carrier:
ANS Hereafter | Shield Integrity: 0% Hull Integrity: 0%
12 Squadrons

Scythe-class Mark III Heavy Cruisers:
ANS Golden Spear | Shield Integrity: 86% Hull Integrity: 95% | Firing At: FIV Maul
ANS Thus to Tyrants | Shield Integrity: 87% Hull Integrity: 96% | Firing At: FIV Rage

Dreadnought-class Mark III Escort Cruisers:
ANS Resistance | Shield Integrity: 84% Hull Integrity: 95% | Firing At: FIV Maul
ANS Justicar | Shield Integrity: 83% Hull Integrity: 92% | Firing At: FIV Rage
ANS Defiant | Shield Integrity: 56% Hull Integrity: 74% | Firing At: FIV Rage

Valor-class Carriers:
ANS Krayt Dragon | Shield Integrity: 80% Hull Integrity: 90% | Firing At: FIV Rage
ANS New Hope | Shield Integrity: 82% Hull Integrity: 92% | Firing At: FIV Maul
14 Squadrons

CR90 Corvettes:
ANS Firebird | Shield Integrity: 85% Hull Integrity: 90% | Firing At: FIV Maul
ANS Tiger Claw | Shield Integrity: 80% Hull Integrity: 86% | Firing At: FIV Maul
ANS Remember Eriadu | Shield Integrity: 74% Hull Integrity: 82% | Firing At: FIV Rage

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

Task Force Sullust continues priority fire on Halber-class Artillery Frigates (specific targets in fleet roster). Attached starfighter squadrons pull back and being probing First Order weak points and harrassing their lighter craft. ANS Hereafter explodes, damaging its escort.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Connor Harrison"],


"Sarge, now his butt is a solid 7 and unappreciated under all that armor."

HK gave out a mechanical scoff at that,

"Because nobody can stand him long enough to see it unarmored."

"I know one Lady Protector who could stand him long enough to even-"


TROOOOOOOM


The machines stopped their conversation as suddenly there was rumbling and booming, somewhere from up above them and behind them. They stood there motionless for a second as another boom came through, rolling over the soil above them like thunder, causing a string of dust to came from the ceiling and splatter down between them.

"I guess they finally managed to divert some guns towards us."

They waited a moment longer until finally the rumbling and distant booming would stop,

"It did not sound like the tunnels collapsed."

"They either missed, Squibs got the shield generators to work in time, or they are charging second barrage to get through the soil."

HK pointed out, turning around towards the direction they were heading,

"Either way, we should get out of here, no reason to test our luck further."

"Hey, the Ren has awakened."

Greycloak next to him pointed out as the machine noticed Connor coming to.

"I will fix this momentarily."

The droid quipped as he pulled his hand back and closed the armored limb into a fist, the Greycloaks like HK were covered in the Force-dampening biot as well.

"No, he has suffered enough fighting us."

HK waved the suggestion off, causing the Greycloak's arm to droop down slightly as the machine looked to HK, or at least main HK, they were all HK units and copies of him,

"We are not animals like some faction who blinds and brands their prisoners."

The droid quipped as he begun to walk deeper into the tunnel,

"If he had any will to fight left, he would have spend it before we shattered his legs over the railroad tracks. Besides,"

He shook Connor on his shoulder slightly,

"If we cause too much brain damage he will be only a waste of space."

The droid quipped again.


Soon enough the group would finally see light at the end of the tunnel, the opening through which HK entered the underground network, and as they begun to get closer to it there was the hushed noise of a stealth transport lowering down to land and the sleek black shape of the Knight of Eclipse would be seen just outside.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

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

Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Enemies:[member="Raph Thule"] | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Keric Dynt"]
Objective: Break The Alliance
Loadout: 1x FO2 Stormtrooper Armour; Orange Pauldron | 1x F-11D Rifle | 1x SE-44C Blaster Pistol | 1x VX Gas Grenades| 1x VX Injector | 2x Thermal Detonators | 1x Lightsaber

Rexus snarled as the sonic waves hit his leg. The sonic dampeners within the FO-2 preformed their work admirably, but his leg still swelled from the pain. "Mongrel!" Rexus snarled, "I'm gonna show you!" The stormtrooper stumbled around, avoiding the debris thrown by the Ren. Wenck tried to manouvere, and took cover as twisted shards of metal were flung from the fire tornado, and the deck seemed to come alive, writhing as an unknown force pulled, and pushed at it. Once firmly locked flooring now pulsated as the mysterious force user now turned his raw emotion and feeling into unadulterated power. Rexus couldn't help but admire the destruction, the chaos of it all. But such adulation ended as the captain watched the persistent Alliance marine approach the Ren, and so Rexus leaped.

Disabling his lightsaber, Rexus ran behind the Alliance soldier before he was able to rain further blows on the Ren. His left, cybernetic arm wrapped around the soldiers neck, attempting to pull him into a tight embrace. In order to compensate for size, Wenck tried to force Thule down to his own height. Arching his hostage's spine back to meet the slight gap in height the two had. Rexus' right arm rested on his lightsaber, which he pressed against the duraplast rump of the soldier. His index finger gently pressed against the blade, any disturbance from the captive would activate the saber, and subsequently roast the soldiers buttocks. Using the near forty kilograms of muscle mass Rexus had on the Alliance trooper, the Gundark Gunner kept Raph anchored to himself. The trooper pressed his head into the crook of his shoulder, much like a lover would. "Make one karking move, and I'll turn you into a kebab!" He hissed, moving his helmeted head closer to Thule's.

Rexus' gangland instinct kicked in, and he watched as a newcomer, out of uniform began to approach the two. He also noted the Alliance soldier breaking off formation, and charging with his bayonet ready. Captain Wenck attempted to pull the soldier away, walking backwards as to avoid giving either an angle. Rexus tried to tighten his grip around his neck, "Back away!" He warned, snarling at the two, "Back away from me, and my friend," he nodded at the Ren, "And your friend'll be unharmed." He paused, "One step closer," he barked, "And I give him the hottest enema he's ever 'ad!"

 

[H3xle]

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Location: Metrobig Slavagestuff Platform
Objective: Investigate Reports of First Order Ship
Allies: [member="laira vereen"], [member="bryce bantam"], Galactic Alliance Forces
Enemies: [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Torian Pierce"], [member="nils brenner"], [member="asharad graush"], First Order Forces

Nicolas watched as the Sith Lord reeled back from the telekinetic punch, then turned and ran to a console.

To say he was surprised would have been an understatement. The Sith he had dealt with before would have sensed his aura and charged him, this one was either superbly self confident, or just more focused than most Sith. Potentially both, but Nicolas didn't have time to ponder the philosophy of it. Whatever the Sith Lord was doing, Nicolas was sure he wouldn't like the results.

Nicolas bent his legs as his momentum shifted, and he shot himself forward with a force enhanced leap through the microgravity that the station imparted on the ship. In the blink of an eye, Nicolas had closed the distance, and aimed a cut angling up from behind the Sith Lord. He was aiming to cut from the the Sith Lord's left hip, up and across his spine to his right shoulder. With his other lightsaber, he cut down straight along the left side, aiming to cleave through the console the Sith Lord was trying to operate.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Location: Metrobig City
Objective: Beat up Gabriel and also beat up the giant green Lovecraftian beast
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], & the FIRST ORDAH
Enemies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] & the Alliance Dogs (Literally)
Theme: Die Without Hope - Carnifex
Equipment:

• Blades of the Arch-King
• Shroud of the Tyrant
• Primordial Signet Ring

There was exultation in the Sith Lord's demeanor as one of his blades finally struck home, pushing against the Marshal's armor and causing him to stumble back from the kinetic energy. He twirled around his blade for another attack, but in that moment of movement Gabriel flung his emerald blade towards the Sith Lord's midsection. The Dark Lord brought his own blade down to deflect. and turned what could've been a complete bisection into a gash that ran all the way around the left flank of his abdomen.

The smell of cauterized flesh, melted metal, and a vindictive roar of anger punctuated the air. Again, the Dark Lord prepared to deliver another blow to the off-balance Gabriel, but again events conspired to delay his blade. The Slivilith, at the behest of Gabriel, began to soar higher and higher into the air, turning their battlefield into a shallow slope that forced the Sith Lord to abandon his attack in favor of using his strength to find purchase and not immediately tumble off towards the rapidly shrinking city below. To do so he had to deactivate his lightsaber, hanging the entire saber-staff from his waist as his talon-like fingers found hold in the beast's flesh.

The klaxon of danger howled in his mind, and instinctively the Sith Lord released his grip and began to slide down the beast's back. Right at that moment the area where he had been previously erupted in an fantastical explosion, the concussive missiles fired by the dropship that had been tailing them for quite sometime had missed their mark. Newfound anger flooded Carnifex's being, how dare this whelp attempt to intervene in their hallowed battle?

He twisted himself so that his back was against the Slivilith's, and with the aid of the Force he propelled himself forward towards the gunship like a missile. He aimed to slam right into the gunship's cockpit canopy, his hands looking for purchase in the metal and glass. From there? Well, he'd attempt to show this pilot his error.

Violently.

 

[Ara Zambrano]

The hull of the FIV Kingfisher
Allies: [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | @FO and Allies
Enemies: [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Nicolas Thorne"] |
Gear: In Signature, RX-1 Helmet

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stQODoaBlwk[/youtube]​

The tang of copper flooded her mouth even as it burst into a victorious grin as the crimson blade sped towards its target with nothing to stop its path. Pride and determination flooded her veins with adrenaline, the pulsing light from her blade singing out for blood and death. His hand shot up, a weak defense against the plasma blade rushing at his person, the move attributed to a desperate attempt to save his own skin.

Eyes widened behind her visor as the blade did not pass through skin, muscle, and bone as expected but met his palm and was absorbed by the Jedi instead. Curiosity shot through her as she reversed her attack and he his block, the force of her attack again disrupted. A furious growl spilled from her throat, anger fueling one final strike, this one an overhead strike meant to cleave through his neck and into his torso, effectively rendering her opponent in two.

The blade met both hands, biting into skin and power, sparks flying as the two crashed together. Fingers wrapped around the emitter of her saber, blade repulsed against itself as the Jedi struggled for control of the blade. She watched as fabric, skin, and bone sizzled against the metal of Ba’Vanim, the weapon casting a horrific glow against both of their helmets, the crystal within fighting for more power, the knight unable to channel more.

As the glow from her blade changed, red bleeding into pink, she cursed, recognizing the signs of another burst of Force light. The moment froze in her mind, the two gripping the saber between them with neither willing or able to release the metal. A quick disengage of the magboots, her weight pulling her body back towards the ground as pure light enveloped her again, this time fueled by her own crystal’s power, temporarily twisted and turned against her.

Soothing warmth flooded into her, washing away the viscous emotions that constantly ate away at the Ren. The light tore through her, painful in its calming presence, Ara struggling to hold onto the only existence she’d known, doubt, cynicism, pain, and rage. The peace that filled the hollow within felt utterly foreign, like liquid morphine injected into the veins of a pain-riddled patient, suddenly able to breathe again.

Tessa, I love you. I’m so proud of you.

Images flashed through her mind, truth mixing with memories. Words whispered across her mind, a spectre of the woman she’d destroyed to sate her own anger, to seal the chinks in her emotional armor.

Can I help you with anything? I just... Want to be there for you.

Flaming red-hair, piercing green eyes filled with fear and concern filled her vision as [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]’s voice followed swiftly, words the knight held dear even if she never admitted it to her closest friend. Tears leaked from the corner of her eyes as she fought against the emotions dredged up from her deep within.

I don’t want to fix you either, because you don’t need fixing. I don’t want you to be somebody you’re not. I just want you to be you.

No, she couldn’t….not anymore. It was over, done. Ruined, destroyed.

The cocoon of light ebbed and flowed as hands slipped away from the cool metal of her blade, the warmth encouraging her to do the one thing she never dared, hope. Choking on a gasping breath she raised her gaze to the pure power flooding from his hand to her mind.

Blinded by the rays, the burned-out image of the outline of a hand hovering over her forehead ingrained in her mind’s eye, she fell.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Allies: [member="Ara Ren"], [member="Torian Pierce"], [member="Nils Brenner"]​

Enemies: [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Nicolas Thorne"]​

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The Sith Lord had already brought the blaster shutters online, and they had shuffled into place to seal the breaches that they had made on their entrance into the Bridge. Good. That had been established earlier, what he needed to do however, was get to the Command Terminal, and presumably, one of the members of Squad Pierce had peeled off to do that. Shame, as regular troopers they wouldn't have had command codes to re-establish gravity on the ship.

A'sharad frowned.

By the time the dual-wielding Jedi Master had pushed off the wall, A'sharad's danger sense flared.

He wasn't used to it being so active - likely on account of being accustomed to wearing his Vader-esque armour.

Left hand force guided saber to palm, to which the crimson beam ignited behind his back, the slash that would've otherwise split his suit and vented his air stopping it before it could even begin. To which, the High Marshal spun around. The Jedi Master was flying through a vacuum vented space ship, and he had no ground to latch on to. Sure, his lightsabre had destroyed the console, but he had already engaged the blast shutters in the console, and destroying the machine only locked them in place which meant - they had no way out, at least, not one that they had already created.

Regardless.

The spin the Sith Lord went through also continued to hold the lightsabre away from him, but now he pushed it away, right fist balled into a fist and it was sent surging upwards into the chest of the Jedi Master that soared just above him. A'sharad had long since engaged his own magboots which rooted him to the ground, and the speed of the punch was force aided, the strength of the punch came from the cybernetic hand itself sporting more strength than his normal arm ever could. This was why, this time, he decided to surrender using the Force for added strength.

In the back of his mind however, the previously present consciousness of the Knight of Ren dropped from their established mental link and the Sith Lord knew it was time to boogie.

It was a simple command they were all familiar with.

"Scuttle."