The Burning of Thyferra | TSE Invasion of GA Held Thyferra Hex

[Darth Sarez]

Location: Thyferra - Downtown (Heading towards the Bacta Labs)
Objective: Clear out the remaining buildings and streets of all force wielders.
Allies: TSE
Enemies: GA
Gear: Sith Lightsaber

Watching it burn. What a sight.

Watching more and more GA soldiers die from the burning ashes that the TSE was bringing upon them made his eye's roar with a spirit to wipe them out. Walking down an abandoned street, avoiding the flames. It was an obscure sight to see. Thinking that one lightsaber could cause all of this destruction. It was a thought to endure in. But he had chosen to go alone. Why? If one is not careful, your life is gone in a second. He chosen to go alone because he felt he could do it alone. He needed no assistance. His lightsaber was enough to aid him. He heard the sound of gunfire and voices, shouting loudly. It was a sign that he was moving in the correct direction. The Bacta Labs. He turned towards its direction. He started to make his way over. The noise got louder and louder each corner he turned at. He knew there was a battle going on. Time to see the end of it.

It was just a matter of time before the real action for Sarez would begin.

 

[Rusty]

Location: Xuagadfsgnam,ygahndfg (The city place/thing)
Objective: Figure out how the hell that's pronounced
Enemy: [member="Bo Lin"]
Allies: The Girls

"Daddy, what the hell is that?" Olga asked, as the lumbering man-bear-thing hacked off a hunk of local and popped it in its mouth.

"Language, missy," Rusty said absentmindedly. He was wondering the same thing, truth be told.

"Sorry, sir," Olga replied.

Rusty hated admonishing the girls, but if he was going to do the whole father thing, he was going to do it right. It wouldn't do for a child to go swearing in front of adults.

"And to answer your question, I don't know. Wanna shoot it?"

"Yay!"

The target was about 2 blocks away. Some mental math converted that to about 600 meters, give or take. Rusty didn't have to adjust the optics. Olga was already making corrections to compensate for windage and elevation. At that range, the drop in her trajectory was negligible, and there wasn't much wind. The heat from the fires was creating some interesting thermal variances, but at this range, the 15mm tungsten projectile wouldn't be thrown off much. It was less than a tenth of her potential maximum range.

That, of course, had some downsides.

The Shard knew better than to assume the beast was as slow as its large frame suggested. He'd seen too many veritable monsters who could close that gap in a few short strides, and even with Olga's tremendous stopping power, he wasn't counting on the first shot to do the job. He wasn't going to bet on being able to get another round chambered and regain sight picture before it tried to eat his face.

The plan was to fire, dump Olga and Bertha into the hyperpocket generator on his belt, and then engage with Shelby. She was a close range kind of girl, so that would definitely be more her speed.

He lined the crosshairs up on the beastie's massive posterior and stroked the trigger. You could never count on a single shot to take down something that size; there were plenty of beings that could rip your head off and make you use it as a suppository after having their heart and lungs blown out the back of their chests, but a shot to the rear? If it hit, it should slow the thing down well enough to make life a little easier. Besides, it was funnier this way.

Olga slammed into his shoulder with her usual exuberance. The muzzle blast would have been deafening to an organic. The whole building shook from the force. Windows shattered, and a fine cloud rose from the face of it as the layer of soot and ash deposited from the day's festivities was blasted loose.

And as for the Shard in the lightsaber?

Rusty had all the Force sensitivity of the bucket of bolts he was so often compared to. If you put him in the galaxy's strongest Force nexus, and told him to focus really, really hard, he might just barely be able to feel like an idiot. He hadn't the faintest clue it was there.

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Location: Airborne
Allies: [member="Roth Tillian"], GA
Enemies: [member="Scipio Alta"], [member="Syrena Colsin"] (RIP Flygirl), [member="Bo Lin"], [member="Kor Vexen"]
Objective: Pew Pew
Ship: TR-50 Sprite X-Wing

Cale streaked upwards, catching the devastation of Blue Squadron in his peripheral, their ships exploding into nothing more than an additional blaze among the inferno. That took care of his worries in the air he supposed. As Alta's barrage began to light up the sky, the Monolith's cannons illuminating the dark sky around him, he jerked the control stick back, flipping the fighter into a screaming descent before rolling to adjust his course. He'd hit Alta's forces, but Vexen and the others hadn't been hit yet.

That was about to change.

Rolling away from the anti-aircraft fire that attempted to blast him from the sky, he dived onto the artillery position like a raptor to its prey. The cannons barked loudly in succession as he opened fire on Kor's gun emplacements, attempting to rake the guns with a barrage of blaster fire before leveling out and screaming off overhead, just as he had done the 42nd.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

[member="Velok the Younger"]

Damians blade was blocked by the larger and more impressive red overcompensater of his foes. Damian was in air sliding against the ceiling of the building as a large furred hand reached up and grabbed him by the scruff of his collar. Crap. There was no time to think and instinct took over. Damian propelled his knee forward attempting to strike the Sith in his head as the young man crashed into the ground. Tensing his muscles helped to reduce the impact of the blow but still it hurt. Damian wasn't a master in the force by any means but he was more than capable of boosting his physical attributes and was assured he could withstand the blow even from this monster of a sith.

He was wrong. As he hit the ground he felt the air leave his lungs and tasted the distinct copper flavor of blood in his mouth. He had bruised or maybe even broke a rib and was having a hard time breathing without wheezing and wincing in pain. With the whiphids arm still firmly on his chest pressing him to the ground Damian shot his lets up wrapping them around the arm and attempting to break the sith's arm and dislocate its shoulder.

 

[Cairyn Midore]

Objective: Don't call me names
Allies: The Galactic Alliance and co
Enemies: The Sith Empire, allies, [member="Darth Aurum"]

Little boy?​

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One moment Cairyn was fine. Annoyed, yes, but otherwise just dandy. But with the use of that phrase... There was a subtle shift in the boy. His posture went rigid, expression went blank, his being completely devoid of emotion. Then, like someone flipped a switch, it all changed. The wandering look in his eyes was gone, replaced by an intensity only a certain kind of madness was capable of. A sickeningly sweet smile spread across his face, only adding to the image. There was a shift in the air, too, the danger the boy presented suddenly appearing far more real, almost as if this were a completely different person.

Little boy?​

This little boy would show any who dared treat him as some lesser just what he was capable of. There would be no more pleasantries exchanged with the Sith Lord, no harmless jokes or suggestions of simply talking out their beef. No, the man's taunt had awakened a different side of the Teevan, one more beast than humanoid. He met Drios' attack head-on, paying no mind when the Lord's blade struck his darling pets. He gave a yell of his own, one much higher than his adversary's roar. Pushed on by the Orbalisks' adrenaline boost, he wasted no time with his movements, letting the parasites take the hits while his wrist flicked about, bringing his blade down on Drios in a series of attacks.

"Can a little boy do this?" He all but snarled in between slashes, glaring up at his opponent. He was probably pushing himself too far, relying too much on the parasites, but in the moment, relenting didn't even cross his mind. As far as he was concerned, his body could tear itself apart as much as it wanted, so long as he had the vengeance he so desired. He would push it, bend his own body to his will, until he physically could do no more.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Location: On ground Thyferra

Objective: Defend the Bacta Lab (somewhere)
Allies: [member="Fel Drisk"]
Enemies: [member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Vaylin"]
Equip: Saber | The Heavenshield | Armour


A cold hard stare was all that hit the woman walking toward him, not that she would see it, he could tell from her stride there would be no hesitation to her determination. There would be none found in his either as he matched it, his lightsabre in his hand was not ignited, not yet but gripped firm in readiness, his left arm fed through the straps of his shield half set in front of him to be there for protection when needed and that would come soon enough.

There was no hiding her presence in the force, but even still, it was odd. Most, friend or foe, emit their presence through the entirety of their bodies but this one? It was like it centered in one place, only in that one place, her head. She moved with fluidity, he could see this as his eyes looked her over, yet there was no variance in stride like any sentient being, every step seemed precise and purposefully placed, almost robotic .. the penny dropped. Oh this is going to be tricky.

Théo is not one for words either, not on the field of battle, after all, actions speak the louder. As they closed in on each other, the only thing that gave him an indication of action from the woman was the raising of her arm which held a weapon that from this distance he was unable to discern it’s capacity.

Whether it was instinct, or the force or sheer luck that made him drive the pointed end of the Heavenshield into the ground as he crouched behind it and let whatever was coming from the weapon hit him, it was enough to save him from great damage. On impact the Heavenshield held, but pushed against him hard and the muscles in his arms strained in order to maintain position.

He stood up too soon however, and was met fair the in face with a powerful punch which sent him flying off his feet and hitting the ground hard on his back. For the most part his armour saved him from injury but still it would take a second for him to regain focus. Scrambling to his feet he stood up, and retaliated in kind, sending three telekinetic punches in a triangulated pattern toward her. Two aimed at her shoulders the last to her legs. Dodging this would prove difficult, but the purpose of it was to allow him to close ground as he ran toward her, and now his lightsabre ignited as there was only a few meters between them.

 

[Vereshin]

Location: Xucphra City
Objective: Follow the bear
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: [member="Kiriko"]

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Vereshin swallowed his lie as the words took affect. He held his breath for as long as he could before releasing and smoothed down the front of his garments while the Beorni helped him to stand. He could not tell if his comment was intended as a joke or not and only chuckled lightly in response. While his words were false, Vereshin appreciated the bear's kind nature and his courtesy was genuine. He smiled coyly and followed him across the road while they hurried to move out of the path of potential blastfire. The explosions began to sound closer and Vereshin restrained the urge to reach for his notebook and run away to scribble, knowing he had a task to complete.

"Thank you very much for taking me there." Vi thanked the bear who lead him across the streets. The Sith needed to move fast at the revelation of Jedu purchasing new supplies of bacta from the labs. Vereshin remained in luck as Kiriko took him to exactly where he needed to be. "Oh no, just as long as we get there in one piece." As soon as he spoke, starfighters whined through the sky and sprayed the city corner with blastfire. Failing to repress a squeal, Vereshin planted his back against the wall of a cantina as the form of the large bear shielded him from the attack. Chest heaving up and down, he gripped his ears in attempt to drown out the horrific noise.

Drop ships fell from the destroyers in the sky and deployed both Imperial and Alliance troops. They marched onward and readied their weapons. The sizzle of lightsabers sounded through the street as Vereshin dreaded the possibility of having to defend himself and blowing his cover to Kiriko. For now, his powers would have to remain latent. He was a defenseless civilian. Sith and Jedi clashed together in a mirage of violent red and cool blue. Imperial troops who would answer to Vereshin under usual circumstances aimed their blasters in his direction as he took cover behind the bear.

"How much further to the labs?!" Vi ran behind Kiriko who shielded him with his huge, furry form. As the bear pressed onward, Vereshin found himself slowing down on his weak legs and struggling to catch his breath. His mouth felt dry and his chest sore from panting. He was simply too weak to consistently run for his life in the midst of a warzone. As he gave into his urges and stopped in the street, the huge gauntlet of a Sith warrior swung over his head and smashed into the rock wall above him. The harsh breath of his respirator reached Vereshin's ears as he fell onto his backside and cowered. The Juggernaut swung his saber a second time and Vi rolled over onto his hands and knees and crawled hastily through the massive legs, stumbling as he picked up his pace and followed the bear.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Thyferra – Welcome to the Jungle
Allies: Alliance [member="Noah Corek"]
Enemies: Sith @Vahliath Imperious

“Just make sure you keep up, Soldier!” He called out to Noah before tightening his grip on his own weapon. Coren was going to have to get through to the city to help with protecting the citizens. But if the Sith were going to pin him down? Well, he’ll deal with them first. What he was going to do was find these Sith, then get his people shooting, and confront them as best as he could. Starchaser was pretty peeved that he couldn’t be up in the sky, but he knew that he was a Forcer, and he was needed to take the fight to the Sith mano y mano. And that was why, complaining the whole way down, he came to the surface.

And then a frakking X-Wing was crashing. Looking up at the sky for a moment, he kept his rifle at the ready as the fighter went down. “Rogue Four, report.” He called out. If he couldn’t get that pilot to respond hed have too call for an evac. Or get there himself.

Right, there were still the shots coming out of the trees for him and his team. He fell against a downed tree and looked over, he knew the shots were coming from that general direction. Falling into the Force, the Master reached out to the surroundings, the conflict, the battle, the fire, the destruction. This was all what he was feeling, what he was seeing. The dark side was everywhere, and within it? Coren Starchaser found purpose. Leaning over the tree, he released a breath, and guided by the Force fired shots into the treeline.

He’d find his target, that was what he did. What he was here for. Why the Force granted him these powers.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

Location: Thyferra. Some bacta lab.
Objective: Terminate.
Allies: [member="Vaylin"] TSE.
Enemies: GA. [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]
Gear: Simulacrum Body + Phrik Armour (sig), Enyo's lightsabre, Enyo's hammer, revolver, sonic, shotgun, grenades.


Almost simultaneously, three telekinetic punches impacted upon her. They were very fast, making them very difficult to dodge, especially since rapid telekinetic strikes tended to be near instantaneous. Furthermore, Enyo was not the type. Instead, she braced herself. There was a loud sound, like a thunderclap, when two rammed into her shoulders. The third slammed into her legs and caused her to stumble, losing her balance, as she staggered and was pushed back. Quickly, she righted herself. Her pistol had slipped from her grasp. She remained silent.


Only a few metres separated them as the Jedi Master began his spirited charge, or rather lunge. Alchemised shield in one hand, ignited lightsabre in the other. Enyo remained still as a statue, feet firmly planted on the ground beneath them. Behind her helmet's faceplate, her face was unreadable. It might as well have been carved out of granite. She preferred it when her opponents came to her. However, she was not passive. Rather she was analysing, preparing...and then she finally sprang into action.


Both of her hands gripped her huge maul, a powerful weapon forged out of beskar. A single blow was enough to break bones and cause massive trauma. Ripples could be felt in the Force as she unleashed a telekinetic blast. The blast of concussive force was not directed towards the front of the Jedi. Rather...it manifested behind him and targeted the back of his legs. She had no desire to stop him from running towards her. Rather she would knock him off-balance and intensify his stride...towards her. Maybe he'd stumble. With a two-handed grip, she raised her war hammer and brought it down upon him towards his upper body, with her weapon moving at rapid velocities. His logical move would be to block with his shield, since a lightsabre simply lacked the kinetic strength due to being near weightless. Indeed, she was expecting that. It was doubtful that the shield would generate enough momentum to block the attack without ptentially breaking his arm.

 

[Darth Chagrin]

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Location: Xucphra, High Risk Bacta Rehabilitation Centre
Objective: Tend to the wounded, evacuate as much of the wounded and medical supplies as possible
Allies: The Galactic Alliance & defending forces, [member="Wellenn Jones"], [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Enemies: Invading forces, the Sith Empire

Xucphra was in disarray. The Sith Empire's assault was overwhelming the morgues and medbays with the dead and wounded, and the High Risk Bacta Rehabilitation Centre, a hospital for the most heinously wounded, was overfilled. Now the hospital too was under attack, its survival balanced on the capricious whims of the battle between the Galactic Alliance and the Sith Empire around it. Anyone working in the Centre would have been relieved to hear that Thyferra's distress signal had been received and hospital ships had arrived to initiate medical evacuation procedures, whether in the selfless wish to see the wounded airlifted to safety or the selfish desire to be freed from the burden of treating such a deluge of patients.

For Corinne, it must have been both. She could have felt the pain of all the wounded men and women she had walked past even if she hadn't been sensitive to the Force. But she was, and that meant she could feel the conglomerate suffering of those in the hospital. It had taken all of her professional training to keep her going as she operated on a seemingly endless supply of patients, all of whose naked agony she was forced to share in. Overjoyed — to the extent that it was possible in the middle of a warzone — at the sight of the Tylenol in the sky, Corinne allowed several medical droids to temporarily take on an additional workload that had belonged to her while she went down to the communications centre of the hospital to comm a message to the medical cruiser.

"This is Dr Corinne Coolidge of the Xucphra High Risk Bacta Rehabilitation Centre to the Tylenol. I can't stress how fortunate we are that you've arrived at this moment. If I can operate under the assumption that your ambulances will pick up the wounded in the city, I will begin to pull back our own evacuation transports and begin using them to carry hospital patients to the Tylenol."

As she waited for a reply, Corinne allowed herself to step towards the window and survey the battle below. One look was all she needed. Returning back to the comms console, she quickly added, "We need several ambulances to come just outside of our Centre as well. We've got a battalion of Alliance defenders taking heavy losses out there, and, uh... it's too dangerous to send out hospital staff through the front. Also, I have been advised that the Sith are attempting to steal or destroy the bacta reserves in our labs. If there is anything you can do to stop that, I'm sure the Thyferrans would appreciate it."

Then she could feel her heart beating again in the knowledge that there was still so much left to do. Corinne couldn't think of anything she would appreciate more than an end to this madness.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Bacta Labs
Allies: [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]
Enemies: [member="Vaylin"] l [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Objective: Go-go gadget Ibuprofen



Ow.

The saber lock was putting her against his strength, a Shorak's bulk against a Zabrak's leaner physique. That would explain why she didn't want to put up with it for too long. What he wasn't expecting, but should've (and from now on would) was the kick to his stomach. The armored robes he was wearing bore the brunt of the kinetic impact, but, with her connection to the force, he went flying back several feet.

He rotated his hips, breaking the falling as much as he physically could by rolling. It still hurt.

He groaned as he stood up, and thumbed his lightsaber back on. He turned and spit blood out of the side of his mouth, and rolled his shoulders and walked back towards her, dragging the blade on the ground, sparks flying as the lightsaber cut into the floor below them.

He had to break her defense. He didn't see much way around it. He grit his teeth, and let the force surge into the muscles in his arms. And he swung his blade like a sledgehammer, and was planning to do so again. And again. Out-classing her was not out of the question, but for time's sake, it wasn't an option. He was going to have to overpower her. A swell of aggression crept up inside the Jedi- and the Sith could feel it. It was a natural part of the battle, and given that Fel was a relatively young man, and a Jedi on his own- he'd have to learn to control his emotions better, lest he end up like her.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Bacta Labs
Allies: [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]
Enemies: [member="Vaylin"] l [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Objective: Go-go gadget Ibuprofen



Ow.

The saber lock was putting her against his strength, a Shorak's bulk against a Zabrak's leaner physique. That would explain why she didn't want to put up with it for too long. What he wasn't expecting, but should've (and from now on would) was the kick to his stomach. The armored robes he was wearing bore the brunt of the kinetic impact, but, with her connection to the force, he went flying back several feet.

He rotated his hips, breaking the falling as much as he physically could by rolling. It still hurt.

He groaned as he stood up, and thumbed his lightsaber back on. He turned and spit blood out of the side of his mouth, and rolled his shoulders and walked back towards her, dragging the blade on the ground, sparks flying as the lightsaber cut into the floor below them.

He had to break her defense. He didn't see much way around it. He grit his teeth, and let the force surge into the muscles in his arms. And he swung his blade like a sledgehammer, and was planning to do so again. And again. Out-classing her was not out of the question, but for time's sake, it wasn't an option. He was going to have to overpower her. A swell of aggression crept up inside the Jedi- and the Sith could feel it. It was a natural part of the battle, and given that Fel was a relatively young man, and a Jedi on his own- he'd have to learn to control his emotions better, lest he end up like her.

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Xucphra City, Thyferra, Jaso Sector, Inner Rim​

Allies: The Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: The Sith Empire [member='Darth Caecus'], [member='Luca Thorne']​

Objective: Hold off the Onslaught​

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As the two he was chasing turned into the warehouse, Aryn slowed his chase somewhat, taking a few steps inside with his saber lit, holding it upward somewhat as he felt the glow light the area around him. Fires burned outside and the flames cast orange light through the windows, the blue of his blade a stark contrast as he took his steps into the darkness. Reaching out with the force, he could feel the two others within the building, though he couldn't sense where, death and pain surrounded the city, and it served as a haze through which things were difficult to see in the force. Yet as Aryn moved further within, he soon enough came face to face with the Sith who had not taken a chance to attack him before.

Aryn's gaze shifted down to the lightsaber they held, and then back to the mask on their face. Despite her words, he focused on the sensations in the force as well as he could, on the connections he was trying his best to draw upon. Yet Aryn's skill was unrefined still, he had not had a proper teacher or the proper time still to develop his ability, it was the great flaw of having something unique, the galaxy is fairly limited in its number of teachers. Still, he did his best to draw on what he could, smirking somewhat at the words as he watched the Sith, his saber at his side but ready to flick up into a defensive stance as he moved no closer.

Aryn cautioned himself against forgetting the soldier who had already fired on him as his gaze focused on the masked figure before him, listening as the words sunk in. What he had known of the ability he had was limited, and it was rare that someone was able to recognize his skills, at least in Aryn's ability thus far, but he was not on the appropriate terms to be discussing things here, he had to stay on task, and letting the words distract him was the worst thing he could do in that situation. "Didn't catch that, sorry. It's just hard to hear you with all the uh..." He waved his hand in front of his face. "...apparatus."

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Thyferra Jungles, Outside of Xucphra City
Allies: TSE - Ao'Xian ( [member="Kuraii"] )
Enemies: Her Hunger. -- [member="Arix Askrima"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"]

Ao.... dramatic pause ....Xian?

The simian thought about that hard for a moment, but couldn't remember a single reincarnation of her deity where that name had been used. That did not mean it didn't exist though. Kaz wasn't a theologian after all and remembering every tale was beyond him. But he did not truly feel comfortable speaking her name of names. It did not surprise him that she considered him worthy.

After all.

He was Kazmai.

"Very well, oh Brightness, I am happy you approve of these titles." The simian murmured with another bow, while doing his best not to trail her wake around him with a side-eye glance. It would not do to question a Goddess too much. "Let us find the burning fighter and prepare a meal for you, Shimmer of the Stars."

Unless Ao was going to add more or wish to wait longer, Kazmai began to walk and that walk became a steady jog. His passing caused the ground to rumble in his wake and that started to pump his blood once more. Already the worship was starting to die down and instead the fire rose. Liquid burn flowing through his veins, setting every part of his being alight.

He wanted this fight.

He needed it.

Something would die soon.

 

[Darth Sibilus]

Objective: Ooops
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: [member="Cairyn Midore"]


Each of Cairyn's assaults were met with Drios' blade, and after his initial assault he had switched quickly to the defensive as the Force and the orbalisks fuelled his foe with hatred and unnatural strength which threatened to overcome Drios unless he vowed to keep his head above the turbulent current which pushed against him. Soresu allowed his blade to dance around him, bat away the strikes like they were just bugs bothering a nexu.

They appeared an inhuman blur, and the sounds of their battle screamed across the battlefield as their weapons collided, rebounded, then struck once more. The soldiers began to give them a wide birth, giving the pair a bigger space to escape the flurry of assaults into. Drios worked to fuse their blades together in a saberlock, and once he had achieved this he began to push onto the Teevan straight away, flecks of spittle flying from his gritted jaw like the debris Cairyn had slung at him just a few minutes prior. "So much wasted potential in you, boy. You need guidance. A steady hand to guide your way." came a growl, no longer surrounded the pair but barely audible above the grinding of plasma.

When this lock broke, it would be his time to show the Knight just how they did it in the Empire.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

The Force-enhanced knee cracked something in Velok's cheek. He spat half a tusky tooth as he hammered the boy to the floor. His enemy wrapped himself around Velok's arm like a bird around a skewer, and sharp strain took hold of his elbow. In Velok's youth, a human's strength, even enhanced by the Force, would have been nothing - but youth was a couple of centuries back.

Snarling in pain, Velok called on the Dark Side in earnest. Lightning exploded from his left hand and arm, shredding his robe and setting fur ablaze. The Jedi in the suit was wrapped around that arm with all his strength, Velok's hand still latched on his collar.

The time for banter was over. The time for rotisserie had just begun.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

[member="Velok the Younger"]

Damian regretted the fact that when he made a super tux he didn't have the foresight to insulate and ground it against lightning.The pulse of power struck him arching though his body and forcing violent convulsions. The good news? His cracked ribs no longer hurt. He was too busy feeling pain all over to worry about such a niggling injury. As pain raked over him he found himself dropping his lightsaber, his hand shaking violently and out of control along with the rest of his body. His vision was being hazed red in one eye as blood vessels popped.

Dipping into the reserve reservoir of the force Damian attempted to cut off the pain. A jedi could do that... but then again Damian had never been a terribly good Jedi. Barely managing to salvage an arm, his legs having fallen limply from the Sith, he reached out feeling his way for his saber. Finally his fingers found.... a brick. Feth. If this worked he would put this brick in a museum and venerate it.... grabbing the brick firmly Damian attempted to smash Velok in the face, not so much to do damage, but to force him to release his deadly grip.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

Velok hunched his shoulder up and ducked into it, but the brick still hit hard. Ears ringing, he staggered back and stood. He swiped vaguely with his saber to keep the agile twink at bay while he smeared blood out of his left eye. The new cut on his temple would obscure half his vision if he let it. And for the moment, keeping up the lightning assault wasn't an option.

He backed up farther, out the door and into the back alley. A couple of long slashes compromised the doorframe and the wall. His shaking left hand made a fist. The corridor and the frame started to collapse.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

[member="Velok the Younger"]

Damian crawled away as the whphid went out the door. This wasn't ideal. Now his opponent was outside in the open with all the room to maneuver and he was stuck in the confides of the building where he has two options, attack down the single corridor in a relatively straight line or retreat through the burning and crumbling building. With his one good eye he spotted his saber and crawled over to it. Everything ached, it was hard to tell what exactly more had been injured by his thrashing around and lightning. he grabbed his saber and propped his back up against a wall and with great effort lifted himself off the ground.

Once on his feet he realized that the world was still spinning, which was good in the cosmic sense but bad on a more personal level. His equilibrium was shot. He swayed slightly to either side as he took a few steps forward forcing him to reach his empty, left, hand out and steady himself on a wall. Nutations of his head and glassed over eyes attempting to stay focused. His saber ignited as he moved to the doorway trying to get outside where he could maneuver before the whiphid could fully recover. One step at a time and then finally he reached the outside with his left hand no longer in contact with a wall to support him he listed lazily in that direction nearly falling over before he managed to catch himself.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

Xucphra City
Enemies: [member="Vitor Avendahl"] [member="Orion Darkstar"]
Allies: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"], mothering drone, [member="Cathul Thuku"]

Tahee's staff: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Cortosis_staffwith the heart of Sullust stone

Th clinic still stood. Unburned, though now with a big gaping hole where the front door was. Where this sith managed to compose himself. His cold green gaze met sunlit leaves of a jungle, staring back. Hands pulled free the staff along her back as she walked forward, plasma leaping to life along one end. She tried not to think,about how sometimes, Gabe reminded her very much of Maalik. Recklessness into action.

There was nothing she could do for the nurse behind her. Others were helping the woman up. The comm crackled along her hip. Support for evacuation had finally arrived. The healer remained rooted between the sith and the rest.

They'd have a chance to evacuate. No matter what. Stars, she hoped.

Orders were already going through to meet the transports using all exits. She just needed to buy them some time. Ten seconds could mean a life onboard. Thin-digits wrapped tightly around the staff as she paused, just short of striking distance to the sith. There was a whir as a drone approached from her back.

"I thought sith were supposed to believe in power and strength? Seems like a child could've severed an unarmed woman's limb off. You do not want to face me. I'd suggest you leave. Now."

Of course she didn't believe he would. But even war with the sith, experiences on Kashyyyk, with the First Order, wouldn't change her values. What she stood for.

And the little bit of force persuasion behind her words couldn't hurt.