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

[Enyo Typhos]

Location: Outside a bacta lab
Allies: TSE, [member="Vaylin"],
Enemies: GA. Formerly [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] (duel concluded). No one else engaged.
Gear: Simulacrum Body + Phrik Armour (sig), Enyo's lightsabre, Enyo's hammer, revolver, sonic, shotgun, grenades.


Thyferra burnt. Thyferra bled. Perhaps the firestorm would be the incentive the 'forces of light' needed to launch a crusade against the Sith and imperialists. Or perhaps the only result would be yet another pointless conclave, defined by gridlock and theological bickering. The desolation did not cause Enyo to feel a sudden surge of guilt or remorse. Equally, she derived no satisfaction from it. Perhaps in a way this emptiness was worse than sadistic enjoyment. She was Archangel's creation in more ways than she would like to admit. Her 'mothers' had raised her too well.


She watched impassively as the Jedi weathered the storm. She saw him falter as he was bombarded by debris and boiling hot metal. The vortex seemed to have seized him, then the lightside coalesced into a potent blast of telekinetic energy, which he slammed into the vortex. The cyclone of death broke, freeing him from its grip. Enyo was on the receiving end of some of the backlash and tethered herself to the ground when some of the newly risen debris fell back to the ground. She had to dig in her heels to keep herself anchored.


The Jedi appeared to be retreating. Far as she could tell, the fight had left him. Unexpectedly, he reached out to her via the Force. Suddenly, she could hear his voice whispering into her mind. The mind he touched was stone cold. Perhaps familiar in an eerie way, if he'd ever crossed paths with Siobhan Kerrigan...and yet utterly unlike hers. More focused, driven...and devoid of many of the qualities that made her human. Unlike the Jedi - and her template - Enyo was not gifted via telepathy. She made no reply. If the Jedi wished to fight her, that would be his choice. She would welcome the chance. Today, she won.


So she let him go, though she kept her eyes on her opponent, in case he launched an unexpected attack or another party showed up. Glancing to the sky, she saw a shimmering barrier glow brightly. It appeared to encase part of the city. Somewhere, someone was giving everything to protect lives. Enyo felt a stab of gruding respect, for as chilly as she was, she respected bravery. She also saw huge warships pull out as the Imperial and Sith war fleets left Thyferra, having accomplished their objective by turning large portions of into a desolate wasteland.


Inside the labs, down where the bacta was stored, bodies were sprawled across the floor. Bodies of soldiers from both sides, along with scientists and other civilians. Scientists that begged for mercy were gunned down regardless, as the whine of blaster fire filled the air, accompanied by the staccato of bullets. Directed by Lieutenant Chazzak, Iron Fist Consortium troopers carried out their mission, gunning down those they came across and looting. Receiving the signal from her boss, she passed it on to her minions. Their stay on Thyferra was coming to a close.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

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

This one was quick, Ophidia would give her that. Her thrusts had pierced many before they had even realised she was there, it took skill to avoid them, and such skill was to be recognised when it was due. Oh what things they could do if they were on the same side. Something told her this one was not a Jedi, no, she had not grandstanded even once. This one was far too pragmatic to be a dreamer out of touch with truth, and she was just a touch too ruthless. Again, the Pale commended her - silently.

Seeing Kaida step out of her thrust, entering the outside and bringing her on point within measure, she knew her arm was exposed and immediately moved it upwards to avoid the yellow plasma blade and its rather unpleasant willingness to dismember her. She threw her hips around, pulling back her front foot and realigning herself in a quick half-step back. Makashi relied heavily on footwork for its defence, and yet, she only missed dismemberment by so much. Ophidia saw, smelled, and then felt the yellow blade cut through the silken fabric of her robe and leave a cut along the back of her upper arm before skidding against her beskar vambraces. It weakened her arm, certainly, but did not put it out of commission.

With her arm raised high, Ophidia quickly turned the point of her scarlet sabre on Kaida in a high, hanging guard to keep her from advancing unthreatened. Meanwhile, a second threat lingered: The tsaisibola slithered up to a vantage point and reared its head. It tucked its head away for a moment, avoiding falling debris, but was quickly back. Active camouflage coloured it to match the darkened durasteel as it set eyes on its master's opponent.

"One of your tenacity deserves better."

Ophidia spoke in passing, maintaining the elf's attention. She made a quick motion with her hand, thrusting from her hanging guard at the ice-witch's hand like a scorpion's tail, trying to cripple the hand for a second as she took another step back, gaining distance or maybe attempting to draw her in. The tsaisibola launched itself like a spring, body flattening and maw opening in an attempt at launching at and biting on to Kaida's leg with venomous fangs.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

#ForTheAlliance
loc:\\thyferra\outskirts_of_xucphra_city
obj:\\fire_suppression
id_friendly:\\[member="Cathul Thuku"]
id_hostile:\\TSE

As the medical evacuation team was pulling [member="Cathul Thuku"]'s team out, another M47 dropship was headed down to the planet.

The small maintenance droid peered out through the windows of the ship. A droid's mind was a difference engine. Accessing its available data on structural engineering, the Cathar simulacrum was calculating the probability of success as the firefighting droid team would prepare to disembark.

With destruction of this magnitude, the dropship's resources were too limited to be successful at putting out the fires. Cryo-ban suppressant over a wide area would need to be used. But, before Cryo-Ban could be dispersed, all organic lifeforms still functional would need to be evacuated.

That was where BB came in. His team of firefighting droids were not there to put out the fires. They were merely there to suppress the fire and maintain the landing zone for as long as possible in order for the Alliance to safely evacuate organics, after which the area could be blanketed with Cryo-Ban.

As the task would likely expose them to temperatures and atmospheric conditions inhospitable to human operating conditions, not to mention put them in the path of the Cryo-Ban when it came, it was a task which only a droid could perform.

And people though that Jedi got to have all of the fun.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Location: On ground Thyferra - entering the main part of the city.

Objective: [member="Kiriko"]
Enemies: Not engaging
Equip: Saber | The Heavenshield | Armour


He afforded a look over his shoulder toward the woman who had not followed but turned on her heels to complete her mission. There was nothing left, no one.

Theo pushed through the pain in his body, stumbling toward the main area of the city now engulfed in flames. Everything around him burned, the radiant heat unbearable to his skin but he pushed onward drawing the force to him to protect him against it. It was all he had left in him apart from a fearsome determination to get to Kiriko. But he did not get far before the large meteor hit the wall that protected the city, instinct to dive for cover kicked in and he hit the ground just as the meteor fell. Kiriko had succeeded to help people survive. The city burned but it would be rebuilt, labs would too, but those that died this day would not be replaced.

He lay on the ground, ash and smoke swirling around him covering him in a thin layer of the toxic stuff, but that did not draw his attention, nor the crumbling buildings around him, as fire finally fatigued them and they fell. It was the his friend, a sudden pull in force one final draw upon it before his life left him and joined the many that had returned to it. His face buried into the dirt, his hand gripped the dirt in a fist out of anger and loss before he thumped it hard to the ground, his blood fighting the will to seek revenge against the code of the Jedi and would have cried a river of tears but there was none there, the burning fires saw to that. The time would come for tears, later.

Theo pushed off the ground, he did not feel the pain anymore, that was incidental now and he began once more to make his way to Kiriko. Climbing over debris and death, there was death everywhere laying in the streets, or at least what used to be streets, twisted metal glowing red with heat, bodies charred which were now unrecognisable .. but by the size and shape of some, there were children among the dead. The smell was sickening and Theo wretched although nothing came up, there was nothing in him now.

He scrambled over a pile of rock and ruin and looked around as this was the last position in which he had felt his presence and among the ruin he saw the white cloak, a pure white as the snow of Midvinter, as Kiriko's fur, he scrambled to it with new found energy but paused to gathered it up. A trembling hand sat lightly on the fabric before he pulled it to him, and under it his com, Kiriko's colar and Svaalin his shield. Theo sat back on the rubble cradling his friends items in his lap on the white cloak and among the ruin he mourned for him and no amount of fire could stop his tears now.

fin​

 

[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=_gHdWBK1724​

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While the LMG wielding soldier and his comrade were crushed under the weight of the tree falling on top of them, the third soldier in the line of the tree fall evaded at the last moment only losing his assault rifle in the fall. He would take out his side arm and proceed to fire on the quickly moving Jedi.

As the Jedi darted at the largest possible target - the SSGT Tusk himself - a couple of other soldiers took reflected blaster bolts. Some bolts hit places of the armor where it was most reinforced, others, luckily or not, struck gaps or the weakest pieces of the armor knocking soldiers out cold, whether dead or not unknown yet but certainly out of combat.

As Tusk fired relentlessly at the Jedi, he could not notice the fast splinters of wood coming at his body, by sheer luck or the power of the Force some did make it through joints driving Tusk into rage. Yet, Tusk's tunnel vision would be his downfall as the squad's number dwindled leaving him with two more men firing upon the Jedi.

The decimated squad's fate would've been sealed there and then if not for the arrival of the two other squads of the platoon with Scipio spearheading them.

Upon seeing the lying bodies of his own squad on the ground, desire for vengeance fueled his veins and heart. Yet, LT Alta was an officer. He was a platoon leader and not by chance. That was the difference between Tusk's blindness and proneness to emotions taking over to Scipio's control and composure.

Over twenty guns spread in a wide half circle, with distance between each soldier being over 10 ft, pointed at the Jedi but Scipio's orders for fire did not come.

He had a plan.

:: Fight me, Jedi scum! I'll give ya the honorable death ya seem to want. :: Scipio took out a smaller sized machete and stepped forward. His rifle already lied tossed away on the ground.

His other hand went behind his back softly touching the back of his belt impersonating an odd stance with his machete hand forward pointing at the Jedi.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Location: Xucphra City, Thyferra.
Allies: TSE, [member="Luca Thorne"], (surprise addition of) [member="Aryn Teth"]
Enemies: Unconsciousness
Objective: ???

Time felt indeterminable to Kith. It was a particular sort of eternity that pain brings where each breath is only the barest slice, but the spaces between breaths where one isn't certain that the next will come stretches eons.

There was no doubt in her mind that she would die. In a way is seemed the right thing- she'd been created from a woman who had brought destruction, and had in turn wrought it herself. Better here to end it by one act driven by something else. Even if he'd never know. That would be the regret, that she hadn't said the words. But even that, she thought, could be forgiven. She'd been given a second change at existence itself and she had wasted it. Except for this one thing.

That could make it all worth it, couldn't it?

She was conscious, if barely, when the found her. Luca moved in when the Jedi uncovered the familiar blue-grey fabric of the cloak. Careful, aware without even having to check what kinds of injuries he could be deal with, he drew her out. Hands hovered for a moment before releasing the catches on the front of the mask. It popped open with a hiss. Kith's face was pale, blood bubbled on her lips with each breath taken. But her eyes opened, that familiar icy storm.

"H-hey."

Luca pulled her in close.

"That was so stupid Kith." Caecus was her name when she wore the mask, when she acted as a hand of the Sith. But bleeding, pale faced in his arms, all she could ever be was Kith. "Why did you do that? You're so stupid."

She offered him a weak smile- small, the barest upturn at the corners of her mouth, but such a rare expression on the usually taciturn face.

"Because.... I.... love you."

It was all she had been waiting to say, and her body knew it. She didn't need to know if he felt the same way. This was enough, the telling itself. Eyes drifted closed again and she sighed softly, growing still. Not dead. Unconscious. But without medical attention, those eyes would not open again.




ooc: post done in conjunction with Luca's writer. Exit, stage left.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Thyferra
Allies: Alliance
Enemies: Order, @UnTaggableJack

Coren could feel it now. The purpose, the issues. He had known what was going on, in the back of his mind. An invasion, ships falling from the skies, a city in peril, and Sith, all around them. He had his focus on the Sith near him, but that was not to say he didn’t feel the fight around him. There were members of the Silvers, the Alliance, and other supporters of the light, working to expel the Sith from the city. There were the fleet captains, working to destroy the Sith fleet. And others yet, watching the remains of the starship falling.

He could feel the loss, the purpose, the peace, within @Kiriko. And he could feel the Jedi Knight vanish into the Force. With this, the pilot tightened his grip on the lightsaber, looking up. He had to push this Sith back before any damage came. Hopefully, [member="Noah Corek"] could use what Coren was doing to strike at more Sith. Defend more people.

The foe in front of him was one who enjoyed manipulating the Force. Good. It would serve useful, and interesting. With the Sith now over, and behind him, Coren brought his lightsaber up and around. The enemy was swinging, wildly, as Coren fell into the valor of the Force. Collecting himself, focusing his mind and energy. The opposing lightsaber catching on his own as the Jedi backpedaled. The lightsaber was coming in for a strike. A strike which Coren tipped his lightsaber upside down, butt of the hilt facing upwards, and pushed it to the side, to catch the Sith’s saber.

The cybernetic right hand of Coren was holding the blade firm, a thanks to a duel with another Sith many a battlefield ago. Looking up at his foe, Coren grinned and stepped, right over left, closer, before kicking his blade out to the left, and up, to swing his foe’s blade above his head. Taking a knee during this move, Coren threw his hand out, hoping to knockback his enemy. Should that fail, the Jedi Master was already moving his blade, in an attempt at his foe's midsection.

@Vahliath Imperious

 

[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

As they fought the intoxicating aroma of the Dark Side flooded their surroundings, the planet's death toll flushing the atmosphere with the acidic stench of darkness and decay. It only served to heighten the Sith's connection to their source of power, as well as to entice more aggressive emotions out of others.

The same could possibly be said for Sundara.

Suddenly the Dark Lord switched to the defensive as he parried a retaliatory strike from the smaller Jedi Knight, easily deflecting it away from his body as the flow of the battle shifted. He could sense that something had changed in the girl, she was starting to enjoy the sparring between them. Seeing an opportunity, he let her take the initiative of the fight and fell back on the defensive. For the first time since initiating the fight, the Dark Lord spoke; "Can you feel it, Jedi? The planet quakes with agony as its forests burn and its people are put to the sword. Your struggle here is meaningless, the Dark Side will be triumphant!" His goading only served to enrage the Jedi, to provoke a more aggressive response and open her up to the Dark Side of the Force.

Then, with no warning, he parried another one of her strikes and followed through the momentum of her own attack to counter with a horizontal swipe aimed right at her midsection.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: ​The Zambrano Estate
Objective: ​Slaughter the Alliance Fools
​Allies: ​[member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: ​[member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Sundara Nyveit"] |
In Scene: ​High Warlord Malgrog
​Equipment:

• Sith Armor
• Sith Lightsabers

​Triumphant.

​The High Warlord savored his victory over the alliance soldiers taking a few precious moments to savor the looks of crushing defeat on the faces of those among the enemy who yet lived, terror stricken as they saw their commander presented as a battle trophy broken. But this man was stronger than the rest and that was what surprised Malgrog. Instead of letting his terror consume him or begging for a reprieve the man countered his declaration to the Emperor with one softly spoken to the Alliance. Then came the beeping. A last act of defiance from a dying soul seeking vengeance for his fallen warriors. Malgrog had mere seconds to react before the grenade would go off, if he didn't act now and make the right choice.

He would die.

Malgrog threw all of his strength and every ounce of weight he could into one great throw to toss the man clear off his blade as far as he could in the short time. But he didn't just throw him anywhere, he tossed the soldier right into a charging graunk as it charged past. The concussive blast alone tossed him clear into an artillery crater breaking countless bones, scorching his very skin and dealing significant damage to his arm as a result.

​Meanwhile the battle with Taeli Raaf was going just as he'd assumed it would go. The 'Jedi Master' locked into a soresu defensive stance deflecting and parrying never taking a strike head on. But she never got the chance of a counter attack either with his relentless assault, he would need to be creative if he was going to breach her defenses and make this fight interesting, but not too interesting. They needed it to look right to the right individuals. The Shadow Hand shifted the angle he held his blades and struck with them making use of the curved hilts to surprise and catch his opponent hopefully off guard. He then switched his style up adding in an element of precision attributed to makashi. But quite suddenly the blades shifted at the flick of a switch.

In a lightning instant the blades length extended through its dual phase setting and he continued to press the attack.

 

[Sundara Nyveit]

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

She probably should've stepped back the moment the tide had its temporary turn. She should've stopped to reevaluate her approach, to clear her head. But at the moment, she was winning, or at least gaining some ground. Pressed on by what had seemed would be an impossibility in the beginning, she kept up her charge, letting the thrill of the fight energize her. The need for results had the Jedi casting aside better judgment, dipping into what could only have been the dark side to boost her blows.

In that moment, she was blind to all except the fight itself.

A glare took over her features, the Dark Lord's words only pushing her aggression further to a point of desperation. His declaration was wrong, it had to be. She wouldn't allow everything she'd worked for, everything countless lives had been sacrificed to preserve, be dashed away so easily. "The light will never be snuffed out by the likes of you," she hissed in retaliation, her strikes becoming more and more lost on balance, all the more focussed on just hitting something.

She was by no means prepared for the strike to her person. Sundara threw herself backward in a sloppy attempt at a dodge, throwing the Jedi off balance. All of a sudden, the edge she'd worked so hard to gain was gone, leaving her scrambling to recover the pieces of a defense.

 

[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

The time was now.

Carnifex surged forward, the Dark Side swelling around his being. He took full advantage of the Jedi's imbalance, pressing his assault until he was practically on top of her. His attacks came in faster, harder, more vicious as he sought to deprive her of her only defense, his blows designed to batter away her blade or even sever her hand from her limb.

"The Light has already begun to fade, Jedi. Look around you, the Jedi are unfit to carry out their duties as peacekeepers. They have become zealots, fanatics, hypocrites that flagrantly spit on their own beliefs." Each word was hammered home by another brutal strike from his blade, sparks flying from every impact. "The galaxy no longer needs the Jedi, it needs a firm hand in guiding it towards peace. The ways of the Jedi, the way of democracy, has failed every sentient being that has ever lived! The Galactic Alliance claims to safeguard the liberties of all beings, yet regularly enforces its beliefs on others and destroys those who resist. The Alliance fears the Sith because they know that we are powerful, and they know that if the true nature of their regime came to light... Every system under their control would rebel."

A final blow, coupled by a concussive telekinetic blast that shattered the nearby estate walls and shattered the marble floor, drove home the emphasis of his speech.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

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


It could not be denied that there was a degree of truth to the sentiment Ophidia silently entertained. United, they would have been quite a pair. Kaida, the Hammer and Anvil, Ophidia, the Surgical Blade. One commanded the elements and possessed the discipline of a frontline soldier, the other was a shadow that struck an opponent with a piercing blade before vanishing into the darkness ere they knew what was up. They could have complimented each others' skills nicely.


Alas, it was not meant to be. Furthermore, here on the battlefield, where they stood as enemies, the differences in their skill sets became apparent. Soldiers made poor Assassins, and Assassins made poor soldiers. Otherwise, such distinctions would have been superfluous. Once either was out of their element, they became vulnerable. In the shadows Ophidia was probably without equal, striking with the precision of a surgeon utilising a scalpel. Kaida possessed a certain degree of aptitude for stealth, but it was limited, for she was used to fighting her enemy in the open. She would probably perform rather poorly if she tried to face a stealthmistress on her home terrain. But without the veil of shadows obfuscating her, the Sith had faltered.


It would be untrue to claim that Kaida had not been surprised by the speed, agility and flexibility of her opponent. The soldier had fought a variety of sentient beings across the blood-soaked battlefields of the galaxy. But nonetheless, the Sith Lady had caught her a bit off-guard.


She did not respond to the Sith's words, though she agreed with the sentiment. She did indeed deserve better than dealing with the mess of incompetent politicians or similarly inept, irritating Jedi. Such was the lot of a soldier. At least until she got rid of the Matriarchy and imposed a well-ordered military dictatorship where citizenship was tied to service to the State. Still, she remained silent. Doubtless, the Sith's words were either a distraction meant to get her to lower her guard, or a futile attempt to convert her to the so-called Dark Side. One's Sciia could not be tempted by an enemy to join. She was the type to put traitors up against a wall and shoot them. Or hang them, so that their dangling bodies could serve as an example to others while the noose broke their necks.


Kaida's demeanour might be covered by frost, and one might be forgiven for thinking that her heart was encased by ice - or that she'd been born a popsicle. But like water, she was always moving. So while the Sith became like the wind, pulling back and quickly moving forward and then back, Kaida just continued on with her original motion. Subsequently to the first stab, she'd assumed the superior stance and position. Feet and body shifted to the outside, legs ready to move, able to guide her body and blade. Thus, when Ophidia suddenly directed her arm - the one that had been targeted - up to prevent an unpleasant maiming and shifted her stance while assuming the hanguard position, Kaida took advantage to press on as the Sith broke the range and flow of combat.


Abruptly, without warning, a beast pounced, launching itself at the High Captain. Savage and fierce, the beast managed to latch onto the Phrik plate of Kaida's leg armour. Ferociously, it sunk its teeth into the leg, and tasted the aforementioned plating. Kaida had not seen the creature coming. Luckily, phrik armour was rather difficult to bite through. Still, it would cause bruises.


She pressed forward, leavig her arm out as she brought her Phrik Shield close to her chest. Her movement could be summed up this way: Attack from the outside of the shield while moving forward. Following Ophidia, she did not ease off, foul creature be damned. She refused to grant the Sith a reprieve. Her blade had tasted flesh once and would do so again. The Sith had performed another stab. This time going for her hand. Coming from a hanging guard, a very defensive position, making it awkward.


As the stab came, Kaida struck quickly. Shield held close to her advancing body, it was prepared to defend, swipe or bash. Her sword arm swiftly shifted direction, performing an upwards cut within the Sith's stab. The cut went towards the arm or wrist the Sith lofted in the hanging guard position. Kaida's momentum carried her forward with notable speed, ensuring that even if this attack were avoided in some manner, the swift approach of Kaida's shield covered body could not be. The Sith pulled a step back, perhaps to gain space, perhaps to lure her in, but Kaida was shielded and walking forward was generally easier than backward.

 

[Vandra Zambrano]

Location: Xucphra City, Thyferra
Objective: Burn and take home a new friend
Allies: TSE
Enemies: [member="Stephanie Swail"]
Gear Sabers, Commlink.

She commed for a stealth fighter to come pick her and one other up before she put away the shield and started collecting whatever weapons or other devices the Jedi had on her person, She kept one blade active in case of a new arrival but that was unlikely to happen before her ride showed up and landed near one of the open areas near the two. She picked up the girl after tieing her hands and feet and made her way on board the fighter, after she made sure the girl was all snug and restrained in her seat she raised the ramp and headed over to the pilot seat. She didn't want to loose her new toy which is why she was taking the opportunity to leave now before her friends show up, She sat down in the cockpit and kicked on the stealth field so she could leave without being blocked or intercepted before she raised the ship from the ground and kicked the engines as it soared like a bullet up into space to meet up with any of the TSE vessels to take her and her new pet...home.

(Take this as me Leaving the invade)

 

[Sundara Nyveit]

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

If she was struggling to keep up before, it was a wonder she was scraping by now. Each strike had her retreating further, buckling under the sheer force of the assault. Her saber was a flurry of blue, held on to only by sheer force of will. With each passing strike, the battle turned more and more out of her favor, far more than it had initially.

"Faded or not, the light'll never diminish entirely. It hasn't yet, it won't anytime soon." She had no response as to what the Jedi had become. She by no means agreed with it, not entirely anyway. No, there were plenty of counterexamples, people she'd grown up with and had watched display prime examples of what they'd been taught being a Jedi entailed. But with each counterexample, there was a counter to that as well, one that stuck out worse than a sore thumb. With a vocalized moment of frustration, she threw herself back into the battle if only for a moment.

She'd been angry before, as expected of any sentients. Not like this, though, and certainly not enough to use that against anyone. This failed attempted to push back was a combination of using that anger, as well as giving her something to focus on other than the Dark Lord's words, some which were ringing way too true for her liking. They'd always been taught it was the Sith that were the embodiment of tyranny, the people one should be rebelling against. The Jedi weren't meant to be painted in such a light. Such a notion, and perhaps more so the fact that she couldn' completely deny his points in confidence, was something that unsettled her to no end.

Lightsaber clattering to the ground, Sundara was caught completely off guard by the telekinetic push. She hit the ground hard, already starting to feel the bumps and bruises of the fall. Her head throbbed, though whether that be from hitting something or just the overall strain of the situation, she couldn't tell. "The Galactic Alliance doesn't account for everything. They might be corrupt, but the light somewhere, somehow, will remain." She wasn't quite certain if she was trying to tell Carnifex that or if it was meant more for herself.

 

[Ignatius]

Slowly but surely the debris that was falling began to slow. The amount of strength it took to keep this shield up was draining y rather quickly. If there did happen to be a fight after this, I would have likely just given in and let the girl cuff me. However, I felt a very small inkling of strenght join into my own as the last few parts of debris was falling. Lucem was looking between myself and something behind me. Likely the soldier getting up. Despite this, I kept this barrier up as long as I could before dropping it with a layer of dust and smaller pieces falling.

I was sweating profusely through my clothing with the fight, and the exertion of the force. My head pounded endlessly. I breathed deeply into my lungs with a hacking cough. The dust, with years of smoking took a tole on my lungs. Eventually getting to a state of calm before looking over my shoulder. The disruptor pointed directly at me, I knew he would fire at a moments notice. Choosing to wave my fingers at him, my attention was to the girl.

"Not all of my kind wish the same end."

Holding a hand out, Lucem flew into it. Holding him tightly to prevent them from aiming at him,

"I assume this is where we part ways."

Taking a hold of my ring, I saw no need of it to call on my allies. Sliding it off of my finger, I tossed it to the girl. Should she really want to know more than what the sith are, or learn of the people who are more like myself, I offered it to her.

"There are more like me. Willing to control more than just the light or the dark. We do not kill needlessly as you assumed I did. Speak your mind, and I will answer."

If she threw the ring away, I wouldn't care. If she passed it to someone else, or never even used it, I wouldn't put it past her considering all she has seen or dealt with. But just if, maybe she wanted to know that there were other paths to tred, I would be open to help. With that, I turned around and walked away from her. Eyeing the soldier hard to not fire at me. Stopping to grab a walkie from one of my downed soldiers, and call for backup when I was well away from these two.

[Exit stage right]

[member="Jorg"], [member="Kinsey Starchaser"],

 

[guest.224]

Location: Thyferra Jungles
Affiliation: Sith Empire
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Objective: Kill the Jedi

Jittery appeared Vahliath’s foe, almost seeming agitated— determined, would be better to explain his behaviour. Something must have been troubling him. Something which made him eager to get finish their battle. Vahliath would have tried to home in on his opponent’s mind, but focus was key in that situation. Coren’s swings held some kind of determination in them; deep in Vahliath’s mind, that was already written in stone. Trying to focus on what was going on in his enemy’s mind rather than his sword would have been a fateful mistake.

Thankfully his opponent appeared to make one.

There was a closure between them now, one that Vahliath would come to abuse amidst their conflict. As his opponent hoped and intended, Vahliath’s blade was sent up above his head, leaving an opening within his torso. However open it seemed, to embrace the opportunity so instantly was a failure in itself. Already his foe was hurling his fist at the Sith, undoubtedly fuelled by that same determination he had in his Lightsaber. It would hurt, if not break something internally, if Vahliath didn’t counter it there and then. Like himself, his enemy had an opening. One he couldn’t retreat from now he so openly welcomed himself into the Sith’s domain, showing no regrets. Now he would have one.

Vahliath still had his hand clenched from earlier, lingering by the left of his ribcage. Once Coren’s limb moved close enough, Vahliath responded with a retaliation. He opened his digits, and between them was a cluster of dirt, grit and mineral grains he picked up earlier. As he parted his digits, the cluster of planetary minerals burst out in a sharp propulsion straight into Coren’s eyes, fuelled with a compression of the Force which accelerated the speed of its momentum. For sure, it should have done some kind of damage, and knocked back his enemy in his blinded state due to the burst of power Vahliath unleashed upon his enemy. However, he didn’t think that to be enough; so, upon finishing his attack, Vahliath instantaneously stepped to side and ducked, evading Coren’s Lightsaber, all-while his own was still above his head, waiting to descend down upon his enemy in a merciless attack.

That happened almost too quickly.

Vahlath brought down his weapon straight towards his enemy’s face. More specifically, his left cheek. His intention was to cut his opponent’s head off; however, even being blinded meant nothing to a Force user who could home in on its power. Overall, Vahliath only expected to deliver a gash upon his enemy’s cheek.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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"The brighter the light, the longer the shadows."

He had her pinned, her lightsaber had fallen to the wayside and now he angled his own blade towards her throat. Yet he stayed his hand, he did not go for the final blow. Instead he held his weapon still, threateningly of course, but never letting it waver from her neck. "And when the light is snuffed out, what else can remain but darkness? The Jedi are but a fleeting candle in a sea of blackness, soon to be swallowed whole by those who have seen beyond the short-sighted dogma of their dwindling order."

Above the estate the battle in the sky raged, the Dark Lord's squadron of Shadow Droids making quick work of the A-Wings that had swarmed to contest the host's landing. One of the Alliance fighters suffered catastrophic engine loss after a glancing electromagnetic pulse raked across his canopy, sending him spiraling down to crash in one of the abandoned courtyards nearby. He only managed to detach from his harness before he and his ship were engulfed in a brilliant explosion as a missile slammed into the ground next to them.

Most of which was in view of the Dark Lord and his prey.

"I say again: Look around you, Jedi. Reach out with your feelings, and you will know my words to be nothing but true."

[member="Sundara Nyveit"]​

 

[Sundara Nyveit]

"True, but the light's necessary for there to even be shadows."

She shouldn't be alive, that much she was fairly certain. Sundara had flinched away, eyes snapping shut as the blade initially drew closer to her throat. But when death didn't come, she glared back up at her opponent with furrowed brow, not daring to inquire why he hadn't killed her yet lest she spoke too soon. She wanted to summon her saber back to her, to bat away his blade and begin the fight anew, but once her weapon and by extension, the fight, left her grasp so did the abundance of energy that had kept her fighting. Now fatigue was catching up to her and the weird theology talk had her brain running in circles. This all seemed wrong coming from someone many referred to as a Butcher King. She shouldn't be listening to any of it, much less trying to keep up the debate.

"The Jedi have been nearly extinct several times over, each time they come back. The light will prevail, Your Majesty." It had to, her sanity depended on it. The Alliance fighter's struggle had her watching with baited breath, concern etched upon her features before the deed was complete, her attention turning back to the Dark Lord. "You claim the Alliance are the ones at fault, yet it's your people causing the suffering this day." She said, putting on a brave face, still wary of the lightsaber far too close to her throat for comfort. He spoke in truths, yes, and far more of them than she'd like to admit. Doing so would mean everything she'd worked towards the majority of her life was for nothing, a fact she didn't want to consider to be even a remote possibility. It wasn't a possibility...was it?

"If you're going to kill me, why not just get it over with?"

[member="Darth Carnifex"]​

 

[Kogra]

Faction: Sith Empire
Allies: [member="Scipio Alta"] [member="Kor Vexen"] [member="Baron Morcus"]
Enemies: [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Roth Tillian"]
Objective: Aid remaining Empire forces

Running, darting from side to side, behind cover and back out again with the agility and speed of a predator. Avoiding blaster fire as he went, Kogra would quickly snap the stock of his rifle to his shoulder. Firing off eight rounds as he moved, two soldiers in his path dropped. Leaping over their blockade and them, Kogra would latch himself to the wall using the grip of his gloves. Clawing his way up the side of the building Kogra would reach its apex in a matter of seconds. With the practiced aim and strength of a soldier, he ripped a thermal detonator from his belt, initiating its timer and throw it with precision. The metal casing gluing itself to the underbelly of the last medical transport. Exhaling deeply, the form of the ship was coated in a bright and intense light, the explosion of energy that came from the detonator splitting it in half instantly. As the ship fell from the sky in two pieces, a much worse image came into view.

A Star Destroyer falling from the sky. A pillar of the Sith Empire's power being brought down like a wedge of destruction upon the city. "Get out now!" Kogra called over comms as he turned to jump from the roof. Mid air the force of the impact hit him, tossing him like a rag doll to the ground, the entire block of the city seeming to crumble around him as the ship crashed into Thyferra miles away. The destruction was on a scale even Kogra had never seen before, and for the first time in perhaps years, worry filled his mind. His body ached with an intense pain from his fall, though his armor and biology seemed to have saved his life where most sentient's would have been splattered on the ground. Debris rained down around him from the crumbling buildings, some small chunks of duracrete even striking him from above, chipping away at his ability to stay conscious, until finally, it went black.

Waking up some time later, it was dim, a large slab of duracrete propped up in front of him blocking out the light. Stumbling to his feet his legs nearly buckled beneath him, the visor of his helmet cracked beyond repair. Ripping it from his head he threw it some distance as he pushed on the slab of duracrete. Bulging muscles beneath his armor worked on all cylinders, the added benefit of adrenaline driving them beyond normal capabilities to tip the slab back, falling to clear Kogra's path. What he saw was utter destruction, every building for blocks seemed to be leveled and knowing the positions of the other squads, there was almost no chance of survival. Fully understanding his own survival was a miracle, he pressed on, trudging through the hellscape with heavy feet, still too disoriented to move at any great pace.

What happened within the next few minutes only added insult to injury, having finally moved his way to the edge of the city, he was met with what appeared to be a battle between troopers and a Jedi. Falling to one knee with a hand over his ribs, he decided he would let these humans do their best, and if that wasn't enough, at least he could get in some rest before he had to aid them.

 

[Vereshin]

Location: Hyperspace - relating to this thread and this thread
Objective: Find a doctor
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: N/A

As Vereshin collapsed in a heap in the hanger bay of the escape vessel, searing pain coursed through his chest and abdomen. A high fever heated his face and neck and imagery blurred before his eyes. The effects of his Force usage took a toll and he fell to the floor, shaking in a catatonic stupor. The noise, the glaring colours and aggressive frequencies shattered his mind and he wept as he trembled. Blood poured from his mouth and nose. The medical team quickly arrived to treat him. They all sounded very far away.

The flashing lights of the battlefield sent his conscious thinking into despair. He felt the bruises of debris colliding with his body, the brush of striking soldiers. A shift in the Force altered his perception and the battle still seemed to take place around him, as though he was trapped during the trauma of the event and unable to return. A doctor arrived and slid the point of a needle into his neck, injecting a sedative into his system.

His wrists coiled in spasm, he whimpered as a nurse placed an oxygen mask around his mouth and slowly drifted away on the sedative. The young woman lifted him with very little effort onto a medical carrier and his heart continued to pound. Slower by every eternal second. Pounding nonetheless. They carried him into the medical and the sedative slowly calmed his fear. As his thoughts returned to a balanced state, Vereshin could only confirm one thing. He was immediately repelled to ever engage in another battle and absolutely less inclined to partake in violence. The battle left him psychologically meek and sensitive to a greater extent. He slipped away on another sedative while the doctors prepared to treat him.

Vereshin fell deeply sleep and the image of a woman with coral skin took the place of the medical lights. He heard the voice of [member="Joza Perl"] speaking to him before white walls. The incessant beeping of hospital equipment drowned out her words. She vanished and the light dissipated, leaving an inky void in the wake. The power gained in the Dark Side cost him his perception.