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

[Coren Starchaser]

Dagobah – Forest
Allies: Alliance, [member="Noah Corek"]
Enemies: Order @ManWhoCan’tBeTagged @Vahliath Imperious

To call Coren Starchaser a Jedi was to call anything by only one part of it. He was training with the Jedi now, yes, but he was much more than that, as the sum of his parts. He was a former student of the Sith and the Krath, a student of the Aing-Tii and the Grey Paladins. He was a wanderer of the Unknown and a resident of the void between worlds. When he came to battle, it was something that others hadn’t seen. Able to enjoy the fight, and ride the shades of colors that the Force brought, the man understood the Force deeply, and what it could be. He knew what he was, within the Force, and what he could accomplish.

Hitting the ground, without checking to make sure his hit made the target, Coren rolled, his armor helping to stabilize him as he called the Force around him. The raw power of the energy that sustained and connected life. The Force would continue to protect Coren, and the pilot-Jedi turned inward, he fell into that place the Light Side could bring him, where his resolve, and dexterity would increase, aiding him with finesse and precision. The Force would capture the Starchaser, and unlike the Dark Side, which threw users into a blind rage, the Light Side, geared the Jedi to do feats others could only hope for.

He knew that the Sith in front of him was chanting their mantra, the Jedi did the same thing. Coren though, fell into the own mantra of his own, that he was the chaos that lived in the storm, he was the peace before it, and the peace after. And now, he was the storm, true and primal. As he stepped towards his foe, orange blade burning like the fires around them. The Force surrounded Coren and was offering the protection of a barrier, much like a shield belt.

Grinning, the Starchaser continued walking, the rocks swirling around his opponent, and as they came flying at him, he moved to dodge the larger, and allowed the Force to catch the smaller projectiles. And knowing that anything he could do now would fail to allow him to slow his opponent, he took the power spooling around him, protecting him, and hurled it towards the Sith. And with that he ran at his foe, lightsaber at the ready.

 

[Subject 37]

Location: Xozhixi - Downtown
Allies: GA | [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
Enemies: TSE | [member="Ignis Imura"]

Jorg didn't hesitate the moment the man shot towards him.

The disruptor was a pin-point weapon, but when something was flying directly at your face it was best not to mince around. Jorg had a jetpack, and that gave him a bit more maneuverability than just jumping off the side of a building. His fingers unlaced from around the grip of his weapon, the strap of the needle disruptor tensing as Jorg let the weapon fall to his side.

As soon as he dropped the weapon Jorg kicked to the side, the jetpack pressing him slightly to the left.

His palm opened, the Repulse Glove within his palm sprang to life in half a heartbeat.

The man, only a few feet from him then, would suddenly and jarringly be met with a repulsive blast powerful enough to bend metal and repulse flesh. Something that would hopefully come as completely unexpected from a Non-force user like Jorg.

 

[Kogra]

Kogra shook his head as it seemed that reinforcements had been called in to aid the evacuation. Being given a task however, Kogra was unwilling to simply allow these soldiers to overwhelm his men through sheer firepower. These may be soldiers, but that's all they were, while Kogra's men were some of the best the entire Empire had to offer. Breaking cover Kogra would quickly sprint from the room he had been firing from, dashing up the stairs several floors with speed most humanoids could only match when utilizing the force. The Galactic Alliance had surely sent these men to their deaths as they were now dealing with a being specifically made for one purpose. War. "3rd squad, shift fire onto the machine gun south west of your location." Kogra spoke swiftly into his comm as he bolted down a long hallway, each stride carrying him meters instead of feet. "Roger" Kogra heard only moments before he slammed into the large window at the end of the hall.

Leaping through the air Kogra could see the firefight raging around the Rehabilitation Center, projectiles and blaster bolts seeming to fly indiscriminately in all directions. Bursting through the window of a parallel building one floor down Kogra could see the machine gun emplacement as its operators seemed to be hiding at the moment, taking heavy fire from 3rd squad. It was his exact intention, as they were occupied they barely had time to turn and look at Kogra, let alone raise a blaster in his direction. Firing 6 rounds in total from his rifle, 2 center mass on each of the soldiers they would all fall to what seemed almost like AI controlled swiftness and efficiency. "Hold your fire, emplacement neutralized." He spoke into his comms, pressing the mag release on his rifle with his thumb as he spoke. The clattering of the magazine on the duracrete floor was followed by the click of Kogra's final magazine being placed in the well.

Rushing over to the machine gun, Kogra would grip it firmly in his hands as he looked through the sights. Aiming very carefully towards the other machine gun emplacement across from him he spoke once more "2nd squad, move towards the remaining emplacement, 1st squad, move to my position and maintain control of this one, I'll deal with those medical transports." Reaching down Kogra would take a thermal detonator off of each of the dead soldiers at his feet, three in total. Pulling the trigger on the heavy machine gun Kogra would commence suppressing fire, blasting away at the duracrete walls of the building and generally just making it nearly impossible for the emplacement to fire back without being killed themselves. Leaping from the window once again he used his FrictionGrip gloves to quickly descend the side of the building without risking injury. Now on street level he could see that neither emplacement were firing, and waiting only a few more seconds behind cover he watched as both emplacements turned their fire against those attempting to save the injured and load bacta onto the transports. Having brought such heavy weapons to the fight, the Galactic Alliance forces had only sealed their fate as they were now experiencing fire from not only two heavy machine guns, but also the three light machine guns the Operatives had brought with them to the fight as well as small arms fire.

[member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Wellenn Jones"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Bacta Lab #9
[member="Kaida Taldir"]

There was nothing like the ringing of a solid hit. Ophidia could hear how the metal sung as it was battered the one time. The Rattataki would have taken time to smile, but she was a little preoccupied with the ice-elf. She had practically blotted out the combat happening around them: Streaks of red and green crossed the way, breaking glass and singing walls. Shouts of anger, the bark of orders, the screams of pain and demise all joined in a chorus of combad, accompanied by the faint, irregular dum dum DUMdum dum of fire streaking through the sky and roaring up between the patches of ice.

Darth Ophidia was about to dart ahead and engage Kaida when she felt the rising of the cold. She sensed in the back of her mind, like a dozen finger drumming on her skin. The ice formed spikes and claws, reaching toward her in a cone of slow, agonising death. One day, death would claim her, but she did not think it would be this one.

The assassin shifted her weight out of advance and stepped back. Her hands raised in front of her as she arced her body and threw herself into a backwards handspring to cover more ground than she would by simply backpedalling. Her gloves had better traction on the ice, and with the little force-imbued jumps she covered more ground more quickly - If she could stick the landing.

Landing on slippery surfaces was all about balance, and spreading one's weight correctly, and as tricky as that was, now she had to race the spikes of ice chasing her. One spike scraped against the side of her helmet, pushing her head to the side and causing her discomfort, but little else. A stray shot of blaster burned through the fabric of her robes, a little too close to her leg for comfort. her legs moved under her to catch her, but just as they touched, she felt something catch. Her wrist was caught and the ice was crusting around the beskar vambrace.

She caught herself on her feet, but not in perfect balance. Shards of ice stood on point against her, and her wrist was trapped. She braced her foot and tried to pull it out, but as she did-

C R A S H !​

The ceiling disintegrated as the mangled metal corpse of a starfighter tore through the lab in a blaze of fire and crumpled steel. It took with it most of the ceiling and the eastern wall, exposing the room to the outside air. The ship remained lodged in the wall, its long nose dangling down over the sheer, three story drop. From their vantage point, they could see the shots and debris raining down upon the city, now lit on a bed of embers, its skyline challenged by plumes of black smoke. On its flanks, they could see the wildfire spreading into the dense woodlands, leaving a black and orange hellscape in its wake.

Indeed, Thyferra burned.

The entrance starfighter had knocked the Sith Lord back as shrapnel and debris cascaded the room, and the ice around her wrist had cracked and seized its hold. She landed flat on her back and covered herself with her arms when the shrapnel flew, but was quickly back up on her feet. Ophidia tried to clench her left fist - that which had been caught - and noticed that she could not. the hand was there, but the wrist was broken.

She rose to a knee stance, holding the hilt of her sabre out in front of her protectively, while nestling her left arm close to her body. -And she listened.

 

[Rosalina]

Location: Xucphra City, Thyferra
Allies: TSE and good friends
Enemies: GA and mean friends, [member="Vaudin Miir"] who is mean
Objective: Freak out kinda

Alm lifted her head as Vaudin raised his blaster to finish her off with a kill shot—or at least, what she assumed would be a kill shot. This was war and she’d come here to kill and burn. At least, that was the war cry on the way over. Why try and stand out by doing something different? Alm may be young, but she was aware enough to know that she did not have the power right now to go off and deviate from the plan.

She was a trainee. An apprentice. She took orders from the higher up and carried them out. One day she hoped to be wise and galaxy weary enough to be the one to give the orders, but that would all end right now.

Her head turned sharply to the side, locating the hammer that had clattered a few feet away. Even with her long arms, she would not be able to reach it. With only one functional limb left and an intense drive to go down fighting, Alm extended her working hand and thrust her body as well a she could manage to the side, hoping that the extra force would give her the reach she needed to get to her weapon.

The hammer jerked towards her just slightly—just enough for her to grab onto the handle and feel empowered with what she had just accomplished. She was still very new to using the Force and found basic maneuvers to be difficult, but in the heat of the moment she’d managed to use it to her advantage...if advantage meant awkwardly moving a hammer a few inches in her direction.

The Nasvali didn’t even take the time to properly adjust her grip, opting to instead swing the weapon in front of her and use the head of the hammer to take the blaster fire. The shot dissipated with a sizzle against the alchemized iron.

Desperate, panicky and aware that she was most likely going down today, Alm let out a yell as she haphazardly swung the bulky weapon at Vaudin, sending it into a spin. Given her movments, it wouldn’t be too difficult for the Iktotchi to discern what she was about to do. Still, she made it one step easier for him by announcing her intention.

“GO...! HAMMER ATTACK!!”

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Xucphra City
Allies: Spice
Enemies: Haters
Frenemy: [member="Aria Vale"]
Mood: Brotherly Love

Joza groaned. “My pilot is such a hardass. He’s going to be so pissed that I crashed the ship.” Delayed reaction much? Maybe it was the spice, maybe she’d sustained a traumatic brain injury in the crash. Either way, her attention was clearly flip-flopping from the spice to the shredded aircraft. “I am so bad at ships. I am the worst.” She wasn't being modest. The fact that she'd managed to make it to Thyferra was a miracle in and of itself.

Rising carefully into a standing position, the Zeltron checked herself over for any grievous wounds. Aside from her nose, nothing was bleeding but that wasn’t particularly reassuring given the amount of pain pills she’d taken beforehand. There’d likely be impact bruising along her core and maybe some internal bleeding.

Somehow that didn’t seem too pressing right now.

Instead, Joza focused on the implication of Aria’s involvement. She knew that the other woman was a Sith and that Sith were burning the planet and the connections finally snapped together. “Ohhhh myyyy godddddduhhhhh.” She groaned in exasperation. “Aria, you can’t just do that, burn a planet. Like, what? It’s the meanest thing I’ve ever heard of.” There was a heartfelt expression on her face as if she were afraid that Aria would fall into the wrong crowd.

“Boxes are a good idea.” She affirmed with a vague nod, mind hazily jumping from one topic to the next. “Boxes never betrayed me.” There was no deep meaning there, nor did Joza have any particular issues with betrayal.

“Oh he’s uhh…four right now? Yeah four. Or uhh maybe seven. He’s a kid. Little guy, smaller than me.” She held a hand up to her thigh to show how tall he his. “Good yeah, got a lot of energy. No Sithiness yet though. Gotta watch out for that.” Only like two people knew who Alan’s father was and Aria was not one of them.

Her mind blanked for a hot minute.

“So uh, how’s the uh, yeah.” She blinked. “Thing that you do?”

Lots of catching up to do.

Some cinders landed on her arm and she waved the limb violently before brushing them off with a harsh hand, swatting at them as if they were a spider. Once they fell to the ground, she gave them a look of disgust.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"What ever you're chasing, you'll find that hunt over." From ahead of the alley [member="Kamon Vondiranach"] a single form draped in a dark cloak stepped into view. A single glowing blue eye could be seen beneath the darkness. In the figures hand was the smooth cylinder of a lightsaber, but when the blade activated it was a pleasant green the color of grass. A weapon stolen from a Jedi. "I shall be disposing of you, if you don't mind."

The green blade remained down by his side, swinging ever so gently as he began to step forward. The green blade began to carve into the ground before him leaving behind red molten lines. Despite his words he did nothing more then his slow walk forward, as if waiting.

 

[Figure In White]

Location: Xucphra City
Objective: Avoid being dispatched by [member="Krest"]

As the voice spoke and the figure appeared, Kamon skid to a halt. Before him, cloaked in darkness, was a figure he was certain he had never before met. What he did know was that this one possessed the hunger of the Sith. It was an unmistakable feeling of bread and power that had shaken many young Jedi when they faced it. Even he had been so moved when he was a younger man. He felt no shame in admitting it.

The Sith activated a green lightsaber and Kamon lofted a brow at this, but didn't quite respond to the remark about dispatching him. Sith, in his experience, were very much about threats and bravado. Responding to them only made things worse and fed their delicate ego's. Truthfully, if he had to guess, he would estimate that most Sith existed because of their over-inflated ego and asense of entitlement. The feeling that they deserved more than they got seemed common among their kind.

"Why?" he asked, one lightsaber still gripped in his hand, but the hand hanging at his side.

He made no move to ignite the blade just yet. The Sith could continue forward, but Kamon had recently decided he would no longer pursue the pathof the agressor. The Sith would have to attack him to get a fight going between them. He would defend himself. Of course, that required the Sith to put his money where his mouth was and actually make good on his threat. Probably something he didn't have to worry about.

 

[Ignatius]

Location: Downtown Xozhixi
Allies: TSE, Anyone else.
Enemies: [member="Kinsey Starchaser"], & [member="Jorg"],
Objective: No Surrender? Fine.
Gear: Gloves, Boots, Pistol, Knife, Sword, Ring,
Companion: Lucem,

The distance was closing rapidly. I could understand as the man dropped his rifle down, but all of a sudden, His hand came out into my direction. Did he think he could stop me with just moving his hand? Force users did this to push or pull someone. Yet the best of the force I could feel from him earlier was that he was a being who lived. Not that he was touched by the powers and abilities that flowed through all things. There was no welling of the force within his body. Yet his hand moved out. That was wrong.

I attempted to steel myself. To prepare myself for something I would have never expected. Using very limited forms of Matukai hardening of their skins and structure like I had done before. Yet, as I closed the distance, I was flung meters away from him and hard into the ground. Flailing over myself and tumbling to a stop. Groaning as I moved to sit up from my position, I took a really quick look over my body to see that I hadn't broken bones in the last minute defensive application. However, I was banged up, bruised, and I could feel the hotness of blood down my arm's and legs from various cuts that I couldn't prevent.

I was versed in this ability, but the sudden change to my body being in the air, to now being meters away, and in the ground eating dirt, had taken that last mental preparedness I had. Thus the wounds. I hated that. I needed to control myself. I needed to become better at this. Standing up, I simply looked to the man.

Sturdy armor. Some kind of application of the force, or technology that gave him the ability to push me. Energy shielding to prevent fires and heat. Jetpack, and likely more. This armor was built for war. This armor was directly made to combat people like myself, or multiple people. I would not be able to break through this armor simply by punching it. My blasters and sword would never break that. I would have to be more tactful to take him down even a peg.

I was at the disadvantage, and once more well within range of this man's disruptor which I could only assumed was now aimed at me. No. The only way I could really do any damage to him, was for him to do it himself, or to get around him entirely. My direct problem with this man was the range he had, and the high resistances. However, if he is as tanky as he seems, can he run as fast as me?

Racing towards him, I simply ran. no need to bog myself down with any other actions of the force. Instead, I used it for only one application. The gun.

"LUCEM!"

The little shard knew exactly what I wanted, and gave me the information I needed. Considering Lucem was even more knowledgeable than I due to his scanning of the entire fight, he saw everything I did. He could determine the same conclusion I came too.

"Center length, top height."

The disruptors were well known for their lack of ammo. So I knew he was going to carry more. Simply destroying the canister inside wouldn't do me any good. Maybe stall him to reload another cartrage or two. What I needed was to completely end the threat of the gun. I needed the chamber where the gasses of the gun was stored. Causing an early ignition to the gasses inside the gun itself should cause the weapon to blow up or even vaporize itself and possibly the person using it.

Combustion was a tool used by many Pyrokinetic users. It allowed for one to ignite molecules in the air, clothing, or even gasses that were even more flammable than oxygen. Considering I had ignited clothing on fire before, gasses? Easy.

A snap with very little energy spent would set it off.

 

[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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Aryn had been expecting an attack, so the sudden flash of precognition in his mind was not unexpected as he brought his saber up to defend from Caecus' assault, but he had not expected two attacks. feeling the blaster bolt slam into his shoulder from the hidden soldier, Aryn staggered back for a moment, finding himself in a dangerous position as Caecus closed the distance for her own assault. Waving his hands suddenly he sent a burst of energy flying out from him, though it was not with the intent to throw Caecus back. Instead, Aryn launched himself further away from the charging Sith, granting himself enough time to bite down the pain of the blaster bolt as he readied himself for the coming assault. She had still reached him however, his blade coming up to meet her first before it could near his neck.

Another flash of precognition came through his mind, and just as the second blade activated Aryn ducked and rolled away from the saberlock he'd been caught in, barely managing to avoid the second blade as it thrust for him. She was quick, and it was more than evident she was equally powerful in the force and skilled with her weapons, but the initial engagement had already taught Aryn a great deal, and their initial ambush would not work twice. If the soldier struck again, Aryn would be more prepared than he had been.

Aryn moved quickly, charging towards Caecus as he swung his saber with one hand. It was not intended to hit, only to distract as he reached out with his free hand, pulling back. As he saw the shelves behind Caecus begin to topple, he slid down below him, sliding below the lowest rung of the shelves just before they fell to the floor, the Jedi hoping that the Sith would be too distracted to be able to move out of the way in time.

 

[Vereshin]

Location: Bacta Labs
Objective: Subterfuge
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: [member="Kiriko"]

Blastfire rained overhead as Vereshin cowered behind the massive form of Kiriko. The bear darted to the left and avoid a chunk of concrete being thrown in his direction. His companion ducked and gripped his ears to drown out the noise. "Oh no no no no no no!" Vi muttered as he leaned over and shook his head dearly. Rubble sprayed over the two of them as the slab collided with the building they hid against. The Sith sorcerer barely managed to respond as the Beorni lifted him up in his furry arms and carried him across the street like a little woman.

Kiriko dodged blast bolts as he weaved between fleeing civilians and soldiers. The bacta factory drew closer and Vereshin wrapped his arm around his companion's neck and looked over his shoulder at the Sith Warriors they ran past. One of them stopped to look and Vereshin waved behind Kirko as they traveled further down the road, soon stopping at the wall surrounding the bacta laboratories. Once they were shielded and away from the fire, Kiriko set Vereshin down. The sorcerer debated making his entrance or waiting to slip inside with the bear.

Vereshin decided to remain aloof for the time being and followed Kiriko. The bear lead him around the corner to an entrance. To Vereshin's horror, a group of Jedi stood with the factory staff and stared him down. The Sith flushed scarlet with nerves and rattled his brain for a solution to the problem. Numbers bunched together in his head in a jumbled mess as he failed to find his bearings and walked into even more trouble. Without a lightsaber, he would rely on the Force and on his wits to find a safe entrance. Well, mostly the Force.

"Oh, excuse me..." Vi piped up in front of the Jedi purchasing bacta. He looked away and slid a hand into his coat pocket to retrieve his watch, hoping they only thought that he was checking the time for some appointment. He turned the hands and set the time to five minutes ahead. Once he set the time in place, all beings and objects within a radius of three meters froze in their movements. "Sorry, friend." Vereshin said to Kiriko as he walked past the frozen form of the bear. They would experience a sensation of blacking out which would last less than a second, becoming conscious after five minutes.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: X-Wing Crash Site, Thyferra Jungles
Objective: Behind Enemy Lines
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Noah Corek"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire, [member="Kazmai"] | [member="Ao'Xian"] | [member="Vahliath Imperious "]| [member="Mythos"] | [member="Vandra"]
Equipment: Life Support Suit with Blast Vest, Twin Lightsabers, Glie-44 Blaster Pistol, Medkit, Signal Flare

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Crash Site

Arix had mere seconds to react as the gargantuan ape-like creature raised an equally massive, devastating looking hammer only to bring it smashing down.

The cyborg planted his feet firmly, not knowing to expect a tech enhanced thunderclap but sensing that something was coming. But the malfunctioning servos in his wounded left leg failed to properly align, and when the shockwave hit it was swept up behind him, forcing the Padawan off balance and into a sort of awkward split. Despite this unfortunate turn of events, his good leg had held firm, so instead of finding himself blasted back off his feet Droid was simply sprawled out on the ground.

Rogue Four's visor snapped up to catch a glimpse of the hammer wielding animal's charging form, and knew he could not roll out of the way in time. Dropping his sabers to the ashen ground next to him, Arix drew not his blaster, but the flare gun he had taken from his downed X-Wing and secured to the back of his utility belt. At nearly point blank range, he aimed directly at the beast's eyes and pulled the trigger.

Half blinded himself by the explosion of light, the young Jedi could not risk sitting still to see if his aim had struck true. Grabbing his sabers, he balled his hands around them into fists and rolled forward, boosting his entire body off the ground and into a headstand before pushing off with all his Force imbued might. With an injured leg, it might be impossible for him to outmaneuver this beast on foot, but between his training and two working cybernetic arms, a flip was as good as a leap.

Up and over the blinded apeman below, or so Arix hoped. Now he only had to worry about getting snatched in midair, or what exactly to do about this landing.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Location: Xucphra City, Thyferra
Objective: Aid the Galactic Alliance | Repel the Sith
Allies: GA et al
Enemies: [member="Vandra "]| TSE et al
Gear: Lightsaber | ‘Dagger Of Light’ | ‘Shield Of Light’

As Stephanie dashed forward, so too did the Sith rather unexpectedly.

But the Padawan brought up her left arm, ready to impact with her shield – but the Sith was nimble too and vaulted forward and over her, striking as she did. Thankfully Stephanie was pushing forward enough to avoid the blade, but it still grazed up her lower right back, cutting through the Hapan gown and searing her flesh.

She let out a silent cry and her knee buckled, sending her sprawling out onto the ground, an ungraceful fall kicking up that horrid, sickly scent again that had settled on the grit and stone floor beneath her.

Rolling onto her back, Stephanie felt a heavy pressure inside her head, and her body tensed. Brow furrowed and muscles went stiff, and she panicked. A Force syphon felt like it was draining her of the natural gift she had, and making her tired.

Her neck veins started to swell slightly as she pushed back as hard as she could as this…this invasion into her mind, body trembling a little. Her shield was face down with her arm, lightsaber extinguished as she lay there, half-sat up trying to repel this Sith.

”Don’t do this…” she groaned.

The dark cloud formed in her mind.

”Don’t DO this…!”

Stephanie tore through her aching muscles with both hands, grabbing the shield and flinging it with as much power as she could, like a frisbee, towards the Sith girl. As she threw, her body slumped to the side. She rested on an elbow, eyes burning with a resolve to not let this Sith take her.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Location: Xozhixi - Downtown
Allies: GA, [member="Jorg"]
Enemies: [member="Ignis Imura"]

She flung herself behind an upturned speeder as she suddenly found herself in crossfire. Crossfire? Head popped-up, wide-blues looking down the next block. More alliance troops. Looked like they were advancing from somewhere closer to the city center. Hard to tell if they were taking the city back or holding their ground. Maybe block by block?

A red bolt zipped by her shoulder and sizzled into the burnt carcass of an upturned speeder.

Kark.

She scrambled around the nose and found a little nook to hunker down in. Around that time, the flying Sith landed a few yards from her position. Looked like that alliance man needed help. Against her better judgement, she popped halfway up from behind the wreckage and fired off two high powered stun bolts. One at the Sith's back as he began to run away and another quickly followed at his...oh whoops. A bit low.

Butt shot.

 

[Vrak Nashar]

Thyferra - Allira Estate Outside Xozhixi
Enemies: Them People
Allies: Those People

Vrak slowly moved up the steps of the estate, the commotion inside growing louder and louder until he finally reached the door.

A listless wave of his hand saw the ornate wood crack and shatter, the locks that held them in place splintering and breaking open. There was a loud echo as the doors slammed against the walls to their respective side, a woman standing in the hall suddenly stopping and freezing at the sight of Vrak. "Miss Allira."

That was not the womans proper title, but it would do well enough for now. She was Gira's wife, though she came from outside of the family and thus held no true claim to the Allira name of it's estate. Still, she was married to the man, and that at least meant he was still. Vrak doubted that it was by any choice of his own, but it was a good thing nonetheless. The woman stared at him, fear crossing her features as she slowly began to shake. Vrak glanced around the room for a moment, searching.

"Fetch Gira for me." He commanded. "I am here to retrieve what I left behind."

Vrak slowly stepped into the estate, his boots ringing out against the marble flooring.

The fear in the womans eyes only grew as he moved closer, the box in her hands dropping onto the floor with the loud clatter of breaking glass and porcelain. She nodded, large saucer like eyes turning away from the Pureblood as she quickly ran off towards one of the other rooms. Vrak looked after her for a moment, then motioned to one of his guards.

"Make sure they don't try to run." He couldn't allow that now.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Location: The Zambrano Estate
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Sundara Nyveit"] | [member="Grozkalla"]
Gear:

• Sith Lightsabers
• Sith Armor

Smoke blanketed the estate, the byproduct of a world being put to the flame by a thousand different torches.

It clung to the Dark Lord's body, wreathing him like the shroud of the specter of death. A fitting image, for he had been the one to consign this entire world to oblivion. It would not be the first world he sentenced, nor would it be the last, for he had no qualms about how much destruction he wrought throughout the galaxy as long as it served to fulfill his desires.

The body of the soldier lay where it had fallen, a small trickle of blood seeping out from the parts of the death blow that had failed to fully cauterize. Carnifex paid it no mind, the being he sought lingered just beyond the periphery of his vision. He could sense some measure of fear radiating off of the woman's form, but beneath it was the spark of conviction that refused to be snuffed out despite the oppressive darkness that smothered all else.

"Most would have run." His voice was like a spike being hammered into the back of your skull, fierce and utterly monstrous. "You can confide in yourself that you will die braver than most."

Not much else needed to be said, his left hand rose and ruby lightning exploded from his fingertips to arc through the haze on a direct trajectory with the young Jedi.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Bacta Labs
Allies: Water those haha plz help
Enemies: [member="Vaylin"] l TSE
Objective: Fight, survive, win.


His defensive Djem So stance and stance was the only reason that Fel was able to deflect the stab towards his knee, the tip of her lightsaber blade scraping and burning his armor- but not stabbing him through the knee. He rolled his lightsaber, taking a moment of respite to gather himself- and catch his breath. His armored hands tightened his grip on his lightsaber hilt, and his eyes narrowed. He had to clear his mind- had to come at her without anger. Otherwise he'd end up doing more harm than good.

She was favoring her non-kicked leg and switched to a single-bladed lightsaber stance. He took the Jedi ready stance, and bent his two good knees. He rolled forward, closing the distance between the two. He stood and rolled his lightsaber, creating an fan-like arc on either side of his body- and went to slam his lightsaber down on the smaller woman. However, that was going to be the end-all of his attack. The young Shorak was a bulky, muscular man. He needed to use that to his advantage.

He went to grab her belt with his left hand, and do nothing more than throw her against a wall with the tiniest of snarls.

 

[Subject 37]

Location: Xozhixi - Downtown
Allies: GA | [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
Enemies: TSE | [member="Ignis Imura"]

Jorg was about to twist and pull out his rifle to fire at the other man, but a brief flash of red caught his attention.

He saw the lithe outline of a young woman within one of the alleyways. The soldier let out a curse as he spotted the blaster, then the HUD tracked the small bolt flying directly towards the SIth. He knew exactly what that would mean for the girl, and it was likely a swift execution.

His hand waved to the left motioning to one of his men, though his eye was caught by something to the left. There was a slight bit of red, and then suddenly one of the other Nova Corps soldiers let out a yell as his disruptors powercell suddenly popped and exploded. Jorg let out another curse, the blast wave pressing against him and sending him on a jolt to the right. He jetpack burst forward in attempt to steady himself, but before he knew it Jorg went crashing to the ground.

The Soldier struck the same alley that Kinsey was standing in, falling hard into a nearby dumpster with a loud crash.

 

[Zef Halo]

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FACTION: THE SITH EMPIRE
ALLIES: BLUE LEADER [what remains of it] [member="Syrena Colsin"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Baron Morcus"]
ENEMIES: [member="Cale Gunderson"] | [member="Roth Tillian"]
EQUIPMENT: ARMOR - RIFLE - SIDEARM - GRENADES - WEIRD PAPER
UNIT: STILETTO COMPANY, 42nd AIRBORNE DIVISION

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=exe-qs0RDQs​

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Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage​

Things are never quite the way they seem
Woah-oh-oh-oh, Camouflage
I was awfully glad to see this big Marine​

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Scipio gazed at the lieutenant unaware what exactly to tell her. He gave a glance to the medic and then at the remains of a fully destroyed TIE fighter, his HUD indicating it belonged to Blue Leader. Life scanners gave no signs of life in the vicinity other than theirs.

Thankfully, LT Darrena could not see his thoughtful and grim expression on his face due to the helmet, but LT Alta couldn't remain silent eternally. He had to say something.

"Full casualty reports ain't up yet." Scipio semi-lied. Reports were not up but they all saw what had happened in the sky. "We've got men searchin' for ya' squadron at this moment. Medevac should arrive soon, hold strong, aight soldier?" He squeezed her shoulder softly but reassuringly.

Meanwhile, the rest of Scipio's platoon were enclosing Cale's position not fully aware of his survival but cautious for any threats their way.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Bacta Lab #9
[member="Darth Ophidia"]

CRASH!​

Suddenly, they were abruptly pulled into the larger battle that raged across Thyferra. A burning, mangled starfighter fell from the heavens and tore through the laboratory. The ceiling caved in, part of the wall collapsed, with the mutilated fighter craft remaining lodged to it. Outside, Thyferra was being consumed by a grand conflagration. Debris rained down from a sky that was red with fire, forests were devoured by the flames, Jedi and Sith clashed, people died. Kaida was unperturbed by the hellish scenes. She'd seen Kaeshana die. Her care factor was low. What she did care about was the impact the collision had on her.


Being a bit less distracted than Ophidia due to not having to dodge a cone of ice, she heard the danger coming earlier. But she was still blown off her feet and knocked to the ground from the mere impact as the crash caused a shockwave. Ouch. As she tried to regain her bearings, feeling as if the wind had been knocked out of her and her body was in intense pain, she raised her shield to protect herself from the hailstorm of shrapnel that peppered her.


A spike of pain shot through her leg, caused by a laceration where a hot shard had struck her hip. Pain shot up her body, searing her brain and threatening to make her buckle. She gripped her shield tightly. Blazing flames rushed towards her, bringing with them a scorching heat. Her free hand stretched out and when the flames washed over her, she cooled them. The shield of frigid air kept the fires at bay, at least here. Quickly, she got to her feet - and felt the effect of a broken rib. Luckily, she had not punctured a lung. Around her, the ice slowly melted, now that she was no longer concentrating on it.


Around her was a scenery of destruction. Broken bodies of Galactic Alliance and Sith troopers lay strewn across what was left of the corridor. Blood, guts and ice intermixed. Here and there, those who had been shot in the firefight or trapped beneath debris cried for help.The detritus of battle littered the area, with debris lying everywhere. The starfighter that had so rudely interrupted the duel was lodged inside the wrecked wall. A thick haze of smoke billowed up into the air, towards a sky that was wreathed in flames. Slowing her breathing, affected as it was by the pain in her chest, she listened and tried to trace her opponent. She drew upon her Sciia, harnessing her gift. Her healing ability was only minor and in any case she lacked the time for something comprehensive. But she could mitigate the pain a bit, while her eyes remained alert to signs of danger. Her right hand held her lightsabre, as she waited for her opponent to make a move.