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

[Joza Perl]

Semmelweis Medical Station​

Today was the day. After weeks of rehabilitation, Joza was finally being discharged from the hospital and she couldn’t be happier.

Mostly because she was super high.

The Zeltron had been given a double dose of painkillers after complaining about how her second liver caused her to metabolize the drugs too quickly. On top of that, she’d been caught smoking something she referred to as ‘medicinal spice’ with questionable origins. While walking down to the hangar with her trusty pilot and attending physician, Joza caught sight of a flashy news broadcast displayed on one of the wall mounted holoscreens.

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Breaking news! The Sith Empire descends upon Galactic Alliance Controlled Thyferra in a hellish inferno!​

Images of red lightsabers and Sith military splashed across the display and Joza gasped in pearl-clutching horror. “Ivan, we need to do something! They’re so mean.”

The pilot turned away from his conversation with the doctor about her discharge care and firmed his face. He was annoyed, but he still had reverence for the situation. “You may be discharged but you haven’t been cleared for fighting yet, Joza.” She pouted and he groaned. “Once we get you settled on Zeltros I’ll help you contact the aid division. Okay? Go rest and we’ll leave in a few minutes.” She was hard enough to deal with sober.

Joza nodded eagerly, a big, somewhat worrying smile on her face as she made her way up the ramp and into the corvette. Ivan turned back to the doctor, only getting a few short exchanges in before the ramp slid back up and the ship emitted a series of worrying creaks and rumbles. The Corellian could only look on in horror as the craft managed to clumsily skitter its way down the bay, causing minor damages to a few other civilian ships before thrusting off to god knows where.

Behind the controls, Joza smirked like the triumphant idiot that she was.

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Location: A heap on the ground, Xucphra City, Thyferra
Allies: GA
Enemies: TSE, [member="Aria Vale"]

A craft streaked across the sky above Xucphra City, dangerously low to the point where it could almost touch the flames of a rather tall building that had been engulfed entirely. It clipped the side of another building and lurched about before landing at an incredibly desperate angle smack dab in the middle of the city. The durasteel frame dragged across the ground in an intense landing for several meters, breaking apart as it went.

By the end, the ship was nothing but a heap of scrap metal with a Zeltron laying face down in the wreckage.

Groaning, Joza pushed herself up and brought a hand to her upper lip—blood. Why did she always manage to smash her face in on her own during a war? The second thing to take her notice was the bright blue beam of a lightsaber a few inches from her face. The weapon had loosened from her belt in the crash and ignited. “Woah.” She marveled. “Close call.” A few more blinks and she remembered that she’d come alone, stealing her own ship after being thrown out of her own hospital.

Grabbing the hilt of the saber, Joza forced herself to sit up while staring at the plasma blade. “This is why I came here.” She affirmed to herself with no context, transfixed with the weapon as she twirled it around and made wooshing sounds.

Joza Perl was high as balls.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Location: On ground Thyferra

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

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

Numbers of the enemy were great on ground, outnumbering the forces of the Allies although they were putting up a great fight. It was time for action, Théo moved from cover, and began to walk toward the fire. He could sense a shift through the force, two to them in fact, both strong and powerful in the darkness. He felt the lick of one of them against him, a searching touch to ascertain his presence and location. Good, lets get this party started.

Everything around him rippled, shock waves of blasts and explosions some strong others weak but all ran through him bringing with it the energy expelled, the force heavy with death the power of it fueling him and bringing his Valkyri blood to the boil, the call of the ancestors to battle. It is an odd thing, the warring conflict between the love of the fight and the philosophy of the Jedi within the man. This unbridled death and destruction was pointless, just like it had been when the Sith came to Midvinter, he remembered that, heard what had happened there. In battle, Mother would give no quarter, Father would at least try, but today no quarter was given and none would be offered.

He broke into a run, plunging deep within the enemies forces cutting them down, clearing a path toward the darkness of the person that would come to meet him. He could sense her, an abject desire to kill him, with no sense of remorse or emotion to her, only death. It would be good that she would sense the same in him this day. Théo stopped as the last of the soldiers in his area fell to the ground dead, with a smoldering saber hole through his chest. Although the constant destruction continued around them all, the battle field prepared for war.

 

[Noah Corek]

Thyferra
Jungles
Kickin Sith Ass
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Enemies: @Vahliath Imperious [member="Mythos"]
Equipment: Armor-Cloak-CQCR-Shotgun-Revolver-Pistols-Sword-Blade-Knives

"If you get there before me try to leave a few Sith for me eh Coren?" Noah joked as he used his tacpad to seal armor and began to step into the mist, switching on his MFTAS system's thermal view and brought his CQCR to bear and began to scan the area. Noah got a good few meters into the mist before he heard the distinct report of a blaster rifle being fired. Due to his thermal view being active Noah immediately saw the bolts coming towards him.

Many people knew Noah as a purveyor of slugthrower weapons and there was a reason for that. Noah's muscles in his legs tighten and he threw himself to the right attempting to dodge the bolts. He was successful in dodging five but the final one found it's mark on Noah's shoulder pauldron, just scraping it. The momentum from the shot sent Noah spinning but throughout his commando training Noah had been taught to adapt and overcome. And adapt and overcome he did.

Reaching out his hand Noah was able to grasp a low hanging tree branch and swung himself into cover behind the tree. From there Noah began analyzing his opponent. He was obviously trained, those six shots were actually in a pretty tight grouping and if it hadn't been for Noah's reflexes they all would've found their marks though they wouldn't have killed Noah due to the Phrik plating they definetely would have knocked him down and maybe out.

While his opponent was trained it was obvious he wasn't that disciplined. A disciplined soldier would have fired a single or pair of blaster bolts as to better reduce his chance of being discovered. Noah was definetely going to use that to his advantage. Reaching into a pouch on his waist Noah drew a fragmentation grenade and set it down at his feet. Slinging his CQCR momentarily Noah loaded a full load of tungsten carbide flechette shells designed to pierce armor. After his shotgun was loaded Noah slung it over his back and grabbed his CQCR in his left hand. Loading a new magazine of armor piercing tungsten carbide rounds into his rifle Noah took a depth breath, switched his CQCR to his right hand, picked up the frag grenade in his left hand and dashed from cover.

Raising his CQCR Noah let a burst out towards where he believed the enemy had been hiding. As he fired he used his thumb on his left hand to pull the pin of the grenade Noah tossed the grenade towards the enemy as well. His hope was that the bullets coming toward him would do one of two things. Either keep him pinned down or flush him out and let the grenade do the rest.

 

[Nyra Mazul]

[member="Arador Kahn"] [member="Kamon Vondiranach"]​

“Less than attractive?” Nyra pouted. “Speciesist! Just because my form is malleable doesn’t mean I’m not beautiful!” She quickly adjusted herself back into the catsuit and checked the case attached to her buckles making sure it remained secure. “Rude. And if you didn’t want to fight why did you chase me? You Jedi have no manners!”

Right, she thought, so now to run and lose him this time…..

And then a sonic boom. Thank goodness Sith, and Jedi for that matter, could react faster than the speed of sound and the accompanying weapon that made a large boom. Nimbly Nyra’s reflexes took over and she flipped backward one lithe leg following the other. Then the bounty hunter mercenary mocked the Jedi. “Fun,” she said using her species mind reading to get a scan of the room. “You my backup? This Jedi doesn't want to fight. Pretty sure I can get away.” her eyes narrowed.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

#ForTheAlliance
Location: Morbo's Place
Engaging: [member="Vereshin"])
Objective: Purchase bacta for the SJO Figure out what the kark is going on
Gear: Svaalin, the Light-Shield of Kiriko Howlingfjord (left arm) | Sasori Circlet (collar) | XJ9 Comlink (right arm)

They'd mentioned that Thyferra was a rather hot and humid planet.

Somehow, the picturesque fire bombings had escaped mention in the tourist literature he'd reviewed on the way over here. Pity, that. Had he but known, he could have packed his summer asbestos clothing. Or better yet, passed this assignment on for something else. Why, he'd even passed up the opportunity to report on the stability of quadrotriticale as a sustainable crop for the Silver Service Corps. And one did not simply let the opportunity to observe four-lobe hybrids of wheat go to waste!

Suffice to say, the way of the Jedi Consular was not for the faint of heart.

Movement caught the bear's eye. Leaning closer in to the window, the Beorni peered out and watched as a lanky figure emerged from an alleyway into the street. A rather open position for the chaos and disaster unfolding around them. The man's movements seemed awkward, as though he were unsteady.

He could be injured. Shock, perhaps?

"Another pot of tea on my tab, if you would, Rozh'kara," Kiriko remarked, with one claw raised to invite the bar maid's attention even as the Beorni worked the deadbolt and locks to pry open the door. Slipping out into the street, the white robed ursine alien edged his way along the sidewalk toward where the man seemed to be waiting for something.

"Good day, sir," the Beorni remarked in greeting, extending a paw out as he asked, "You seem a might unsteady, my friend. Are you alright?"

 

[Figure In White]

Location: The Burning City
Objective: Assure [member="Nyra Mazul"] she's beautiful, and avoid [member="Arador Kahn"]

"Whoa now," Kamon said, lifting his hands. "I don't care about species, but you made yourself look like an overweight man and I don't swing that way."

She was going to run again, even in tattered clothing. It was easy to see. Of course he was obligated to chase her, to make sure she didn't kill anyone and left the planet. So long as she didn't kill anyone he was perfectly content to let her leave. While other supposed Jedi would likely want to kill her, he did not. He just wanted to get her away from any civilians that could be harmed. He was, actually, about to say that when the floor exploded.

He jumped backwards away from it and crashed against a wall. Slightly painful, but he didn't even wince. His eyes turned towards the armored man outside with the sonic weapon. Ugly, uncivilized weapon. He wished people knew how to fight still. That said, someone willing to blow a hole in the floor was surely dangerous to civilians. Especially since there were some in the building.

"Not very sporting to start randomly shooting at people engaged in conversation."

 

[Ao Xian]

Location: Thyferra Jungles, Outside of Xucphra City
Allies: TSE, Kaz ([member="Kala Maedrin"])
Enemies: Large bug tasting things

She had started to stretch when things got a little strange.

Not strange strange. After all, as far as Ao was concerned every being that came across her path ought to immediately prostrate themselves before her. However that was not usually what happened, so even though it ought to happen with a certain regularity, the truth was that the large primate's sudden drop to his hands and knees instead left her looking at him a little nonplussed.

"Well," she said.

That was all for a moment.

Just Well.

A blink and a flick of her tail.

"You have shown proper obeisance. Very well, I shall not remove your luck for twenty years. Consider yourself blessed that I am more hungry than foul tempered." She paused thoughtfully for a moment, ear flicking in a gesture that meant wait, I will continue speaking in a moment I am merely gathering my thoughts.

"Though if I wait too much longer to eat a proper meal I shall become cross," she decided with a self important nod, more to herself than to him.

For a moment, she eyed him.

No, he was too large. And Ao was not prone to wasting food. Besides, how often did someone have the foresight to properly bow to her? That was far more rare than finding something..... not bug..... in this forest would likely be.

"Did you see anything less....... insectish," she asked primly, not sure if that was the correct word but using it as if there were no doubt in her mind that it was, "in that direction?"

 

[Soundwave]

Arador Kahn​

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Xucphra City | Location​

[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]/[member="Nyra Mazul"] | Company​

Arador would holster his 'Howl' sonic pistol back into his holster as there was a quiet hum from the sound of it charging the sidearm to full capacity. His left hand would reach down to his thigh where his 'Shatter' blaster carbine was maglocked to him. It would pull away free as he held it and pointed it up to the sky, resting the barrel on his shoulder as he had his feet planted firmly on the roof of his perch where he looked down at the two, his head cocked to one side as he took note of the environment.

The bounty hunter was relatively comfortable the Jedi would not be able to do anything to him from the distance he was at, but he was still wary of Force powers. His right hand would rest on his holstered sidearm as he listened to the both of them talk. He didn't particularly grace the Sith who made an inquiry on whether or not he was her backup, but assuming she was aware of who the Sith Empire hired, she would know well that they had hired him. His attention shifted back to Kamon as his blaster carbine was lifted off his shoulder and then aimed down towards the ground, no one in particular.

Arador would let his vocoded voice transmit through his helmet's speakers loud and clear for the two of them to hear, " Hmm...Being a good sport when I was hired to ransack and burn the city to the ground. You really are the comedian Jedi. Let me give you a little sporting gift of my own then. " The hunter would raise his left hand as he leveled the blaster carbine at the Jedi and squeezed the trigger, a burst of blaster bolts flying out and raining from above without any further warning. If the Sith decided to stay it would make his life much easier, if not he would catch up to her nonetheless. But for the time being he was not about to let the prospect of being paid for killing Jedi pass by.

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[Roth Tillian]

[member="Scipio Alta"] [member="Syrena Colsin"]​

[member="Cale Gunderson"]​

12 Sprites​

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"Bogeys retreating!" One of his pilot's voice rang through the comm. Indeed, Roth had seen it as well. The enemy squadron had broken off the attack and were fleeing towards the edge of the city.

"Full attack speed." Roth replied, studying the scanners. Their heading pointed towards a known location of enemy artillery and anti-aircraft. Clever move on their part, but not going to be enough. He pulled up on the yoke and the X-wings followed him, rising above the city sky-line where they accelerated to full speed. Wind whipped past the cockpit and the crafts shook with the resistance, but they full-set on target.

Slowly, the squadron of X-wings gained ground on the TIEs as they cut above the city, weaving in and out of aerial debris and gouts of flame. Sensors tracked their opponents and targeting computers began to lock on. Once they were in effective range, they could open fire.

But first, they needed to stop the enemies from escaping to the artillery battery. While they had a lone fighter pilot over there, from what he could hear, Roth wasn't thrilled on tackling both anti-air fire and a squadron of fighters. Atmo was his least favorite place to fly, but it would work.

The Force flowed through him as he kept his eyes focused ahead of him as they hurried towards the distant dots. He crafted an image, a mirror of his own squadron, with twelve more X-wings. This image, he sent forward to be ahead of the TIEs, along with their accompanying sensor readings. So, for all intents and purposes, it would like they were trapped between two fighter squadrons.

"Prepare to engage." The words came automatically as he spoke, adjusting the computer. Range meters began clicking downwards and signals went off to indicate that they were beginning to home in on the enemy fighters.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

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"The Fire spoke to me. It's flickering elegance teasing me with temptation, not to join the razing of the city, but the darkness that resided deep within it. Amidst all the roaring flames, I still felt it. The same familiar cold that belonged to the true thing I held dear, the Darkside." ​

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~ Orion Darkstar ca 852 ABY ~​

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The brightest light in the night came from the never ending sea of an auburn inferno that refused to go hungry. The constant appetite of the roaring monster swallowed the city whole. No building went untouched, later to be permanently scarred by the remnants of ash, if at all. Of course, the city was littered with sith, only the emperor was capable of such a fascinating form of decimation. It was truly symbolic, the raging fire in their hearts wouldn't be put out, especially not tonight. Every sith stood taller this night, like the flames that stretched to the sky, they would not go unsatisfied. If only they heeded the warning, before the city of Xucphra was painted a luminous red. The people of Thyferra would have stood a chance. Their fates were sealed long ago, subliminally they hadn't seen the Jedi for what they truly were. False saviors, desperate to cling onto even worse ideologies, that instituted their ways to begin with. ​

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Pathetic. ​

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The bouncing display of orange fire continued to cast shadows in the night below. The chaos that poured into the city came in unparalleled waves. It was perfect, why hide when all there was to do was destroy anything and everything. It was a simple task to accomplish for most sith, but Orion was not most sith. He took interest in unique approaches to really make the inadequate Jedi squeal. Like the rats that they were, their diseased ways would be cleansed by the scorching heat that surrounded him. Orion managed his way into the city through the herds of crimson sabers that clashed with the resistance in the city streets. Instead of worrying about what the other sith loyalist were doing. He stood atop a building, blood spilled on his way through to the top. Once he emerged through the swirling embers of the crackling blaze, his head hung low watching the slaughter seep through the narrow alleyways of Xucphra. All that was missing were the screams, the sweet terror of their approach seemed to come slowly, that wouldn't do. ​

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Orion took in a deep breath, the charred smoke seeping in through his chrome mask stained with dried streaks of blood. As his head rose, the only thing that he could feel was a chilling cold. His eyes widened, encircled by the slits in his face guard. A clinic caught his attention, it stood slightly taller than the office building he stood upon. Most importantly, it remained unscathed by the efforts of previous bombardments from the soaring battle overhead. Orion couldn't believe it, a crown jewel despite such chaos. A smile curled onto his face as he went to step onto the ledge of the architecture, small symbols encasing the edge. The force tinged through his veins just like before. It was a warning, no, a presence suffocating his excitement only momentarily. Then as if the height of the drop didn't matter, Orion stepped off the ledge. His cloak rippled behind him as he made his descent. He plunged into the perils below, only to land like a feather. The force had gifted him beyond reason, and for good reason. ​

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To rid the galaxy of the Jedi.​

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First thing was first, the weak needed to be dealt with. In a galaxy where the sith would be the dominating it was only right to ease them of their suffering. Orion couldn't allow those within the confines of such sacred walls survive. If the Emperor wanted a slaughter, it's what Orion would give him. In war there were no guidelines and there never would be. Anything went, even if it meant ridding the world of those not willing to adapt to changes. The sith had no place for those that were blind followers of the Jedi anyway, sick or not. Orion slipped through the violence that ensued around him. Blood splattered onto the pavement with every step he took. Finally, Orion reached the entranced to the clinic and sighed deeply. His arm snapped forward like a snake lunging forward to inject it's venomous attack. His fingers stretched outward and curled inward classically, the pulse of the force had increased slightly in him, through such a nonchalant motion the thick metal door was ripped from it's hinges. The crash that echoed behind him was filled with a loud screech and sparks as it slid quickly across the street. Then like a phantom in the fires of the night, he stepped into the ground floor of the clinic. ​

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From flames to florescent lighting, Orion laughed manically as a nurse stopped dead in her tracks. Her small womanly frame forced Orion's eyes to drop to the back of his skull, until he tilted his head. She was frozen with fear, unable to express any words as she slowly backed away. The menacing creature that was Orion stared back at her like a calm monster waiting to attack. Instead, words spilled from Orion's mouth. ​

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"I'm here to cleanse you all of your sins. I am your retribution..."​

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Gently reaching for his hilt he examined it for a slight second admiring the spiky design along the energy cell. A stream of vibrant crimson slipped through the empty space between them. ​

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"Shall we begin?"​

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[member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]​

 

[Darth Ophidia]

BACTA LAB #9
[member="Kaida Taldir"]

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Ice never sat well with Ophidia. it stung, it bit, and it clung to the skin like an obsessed lover. Her kind, hairless as they were, had no latent protection against it. Her origin was of an arid, dry world, full of scalding wind, jagged rock, and coarse sand. It was no wonder Empires let it be. She much preferred the fire, the dry rock, and the oppressive dark of deep waters.

The knife-ear was wise to suggest they not advance, because shortly after the smoke came a volley of blasterfire to clip down whoever dared get lost in the fog. The Sith troops advanced quickly, taking initiative through the cover. However, a number of them missed the sudden spread of slick, black ice on the flooring. Armour clattered against the floor as the foremost legionaries fell, others maintained their footing. One trooper was dragged back off the ice by his friend. No doubt, it was a moment for casualties.

Ophidia? She did not give a damn.

Honestly, she was far too concerned with staying on top of the situation herself. An assassin lets not the lives of the lesser distract her from her target. She felt the ground grow slippery underneath her feet. She put out a hand against the wall, steadying herself. It was this touch of the wall that saved her from the deathrattle.

Now, Darth Ophidia did not know that it was a sonic weapon, but she knew a non-standard weapon when she saw one. She had been shot with slugthrowers, scatterguns, electricity, plasma, shrapnel, ion and others over the course of more than two decades in the field. When she saw that muzzle pointed in her direction, she did not need the Force to tell her it was a bad sort of weapon.

Under her feet, there was no real friction to speak of. However, her hand held bare, hard duracrete. She drew on the Force and her understanding of how it could twist the fabric of reality. The Rattataki shifted her inertia to make the wall her ceiling, and cartwheeled over her hand, seemingly throwing herself up on the wall. The sonic blast slammed into where she had stood, clipping just south of her fingertips. Dust and smoke parted under the pressure of the hard sound.

Ophidia swiftly plucked a sabre from her belt and readied her thumb on the switch as her legs tensed under her form, weight shifting. She let go of her presence minimisation in order to better focus. One more time, she shifted the inertia of her body as she launched herself from the wall and set her feet on the ceiling. It was difficult to hold this one, but if she could only get one good hit.

She moved along the ceiling-now-floor like a spider in its web, holding a finger on her sabre. Even if her presence was unshrouded, her location was not immediately revealed, especially under the shroud of her cloaking device.

 

[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 to fight down the smirk on his face as the Sith soldier spoke up, his gaze flicked down to the weapon in the man's hands, noting only a second or two before he brought it up that deflecting the shots was not his best option. On pure instinct as he felt that pang of danger run down his spine, Aryn flicked his hand up and held it outstretched when the blast of the scattergun came. He focused intently, the force surging out from him and then suddenly halting. All at once, the slugs halted in place a little over a foot from Aryn's body, only a few made it through the telekinetic wall, one leaving a sharp cut across the side of Aryn's cheek. The Jedi narrowed his eyes as he lowered his hand, the shells falling harmlessly to the floor and rolling around as their lethal effect was mostly nullified. It had taken a fair bit of strength, but Aryn's greatest strength had always been Telekinesis.

As the two began to retreat, Aryn made haste after them, sprinting after the two as he tried to catch up. It was not difficult to catch up to the duo, something which didn't quite dawn on Aryn as he did close the distance. As he did, the force leeched out from him, Kith may have sensed it, but still the tendrils reaching out through the force from Teth wrapped around her, seeping what they could. It was not a conscious draw, nor was he truly draining her of anything substantial, but it held the strange kind of influence and draw that one usually developed over long periods. It fed his own strength, bolstering him as he made his chase, doing his best to catch up and halt them before they could get any further away.

 

[Cale Gunderson]

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

He cut back on the throttle and rolled, yanking up on the yolk and jerking the X-Wing back around for another pass. It wasn't necessarily the brightest move for a lone fighter, but Cale had been in the cockpit since he was fifteen. Some world he'd long since forgotten being absorbed into the long gone Republic, him in all his adolescent idiocy, and an A-Wing. Of course he'd taken the fastest one then, what else was a teenager supposed to pick? Still, it had been the first time he'd ended a life, and it had been the beginning of a long road that lead him here, bearing down on Sith artillery while the whole damn world burned up around him.

Cale let the force guide his hand, as he jerked back and forth, rolling weaving through anti-aircraft fire as he zoomed forward and depressed the trigger again, this time ignoring the infantry, and attempting to hammer several of the guns now harassing the city. But as a heavy blast rocked his ship, the force warned him an instant before it was too late to deploy the chaff. The material dropped from his fighter, throwing a SAM off target mere seconds prior to impact.

Again he took a hit, his shields dampening as he punched the throttle and rocketed away from the emplacement. The only problem was that this took him towards Colsin and her squadron. Granted Tillian was there as well, but as Cale yanked back on the stick he was going to be directly in the sights of the TIE squadron for an instant. He just hoped something would have them distracted enough that he could stand a chance.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Thyferra Jungles
Objective: Ceremonial Invasion X-Wing Crash
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Noah Corek"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire, [member="Kuraii"] | [member="Vahliath Imperious "]| [member="Vandra "]| [member="Kala Maedrin"]
Equipment: Life Support Suit with Blast Vest, Twin Lightsabers, Glie-44 Blaster Pistol, Medkit, Signal Flare

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Cockpit, Alliance TR-50 X-Wing
Outside Xucphra City

"Mayday mayday mayday," Flight Officer Arix Askrima calmly repeated on the off chance his communication system wasn't completely fried like everything else on board, "This is Rogue Four. I am declaring a state of emergency."

Sparks lashed up at his facemask with a hiss and a crack as another component housed underneath the controls in front of him overloaded and caught fire, but the cyborg Jedi Padawan didn't even flinch as maintained a death grip on the starfighter's throttle. Arix was flying dead stick, all power to his maneuvering thrusters had been cut, but there was still manual control over the S-foils, which meant he could still crudely manipulate his angle and trajectory the old fashioned way; by navigating wind currents.

"This is Rogue Four, I repeat. I am going down," despite the immense strain of keeping the stick level, nothing registered in his vocoder except for that same inhuman calm. To the Jedi, it didn't register as pain so much as a system malfunction, as warnings across his optical circuits' heads up display notified him he was pushing his artificial limb past stress tolerances.

Flight Officer Askrima didn't have much choice over what happened next, but what he could influences was where it happened. Below him Xucphra City was already a flaming pyre, a symbol of Sith savagery, and the young Jedi ace wasn't about to contribute to their efforts, however unintentionally. Instead he focused on riding the currents in a sort of controlled glide, that would hopefully take him beyond the population center's outskirts and crashing into the jungle beyond.

It took all of his concentration as well as his skill as a pilot, both natural and artificially enhanced, to clear Xucphra in what was essentially a controlled fall. But as he rapidly closed on the treeline below he found a few moments to himself where there was nothing left to do but hope his descent was shallow enough. In that moment, it strangely occurred to him for the first time that he didn't even know what had hit him. It could have been a stray blast from a particularly lucky TIE pilot, or artillery from the ground, but in the end Arix supposed it was only fitting that the shot that finally did him in was the one he never saw coming. The one thing his robotically analytical mind couldn't have possibly anticipated.

This is a good death, the Jedi thought to himself as he closed his eyes.

The first tree strikes slammed into his X-Wing like a battering ram, sending the Alliance pilot skipping across the cockpit like a stone on a pond, before the starfighter's nose at last struck something much harder. With its engine in full flameout, the fatally damaged craft had resembled a rapidly falling star, leaving a trail in the night sky to its final destination visible to anyone nearby despite the thick cover of the jungle.

 

[guest.224]

Location: Thyferra Jungle
Affiliation: Sith Empire
Enemies [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Noah Corek"]


Smoke was destined to rise before any Sith would, brought on by the extreme choice of weaponry the Alliance associate used to hunt down his target. At the moment, Vahliath concluded he was alone, friends of the Alliance soldier lingering somewhere beyond the battle, but no doubtedly drawing near as every breath escaped them. Explosions were good; Vahliath wanted that. He manoeuvred them and the grenades alike when necessary, absuing the temporal cloud of smoke emanated from the explosions to move easily between the trees. Now he was further easy, his left shoulder pressed against the side of a rock as he aimed back down his weapon’s sight towards an enemy who appeared to be simply firing blindly. Or was it a trap? Was someone expected to come behind him? He kept his ears sharply focused, nonetheless, the Force only making them more sensitive. Well, at least one of them. Good job his bad ear was blocked off by the boulder.

Another shot was imminent; however, it was prolonged in shooting due to the ship descending from the heavens, crashing down within the jungle. From what he saw, it was definitely from the Alliance. He’d smile if his attention wasn’t on the male who previously opened fire upon him. The explosion of the ship benefited him, though. As the boom generated itself, Vahliath opened fire - twice. The occurring explosion of the ship muffled out his weapon’s shots as he opened fire upon that soldier now only a good fifteen metres ahead of him. Hopefully this shooting would have soon came to end, for Vahliath much preferred to deal with this at a most closer range. He had a specific weapon within his grey, unbuttoned tunic jacket, screaming to be released from its state of confinement. No, rather the Force screamed for it. To set it free.

 

[Vereshin]

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

Explosions rolled across the distance as Vereshin raised his hands to his ears to drown out the horrendous noise. The raid siren blared and blastfire rang out through nearby houses. Leaning against the corner of the cafe, the little mage pressed his down closer and shook his head wearily, internally chastising the Sith command for his task. He stopped to pause and hold his breath for as long as he could before releasing when a looming white figure emerged into his blurred gaze. A voice called to his ears and Vereshin snapped back to attention.

"I am alright, just waiting for a transport." He responded to the stranger with a smile and took his hand to stand upright. The sight of the large bear aroused a pang of delight within Vereshin and he felt pulled to trust him. Knowing he could not abandon the task the Sith had commanded him, he refused his instincts and remained aloof. He looked around and saw no sign of the speeder waiting to transport him to the bacta labs and panic set in once more.

"I am a new scientist working at the bacta labs." Vi lied. He concealed his Force presence and made the Dark Side within him untraceable. "Do you know the way there?" Regaining his posture, he ran a hand over his hair and surrendered his trust to the bear, whom he felt certain he could use to his advantage. The question was whether Kiriko trusted him in return. He looked down and noticed his shirt still hanging loose. With a blush, he leaned over to tucked it in promptly.

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Thyferra - Bacta Labs
Objective: Destroy & Distract
Allies: [member="Enyo Typhos"] | The Sith Empire
Enemies: [member="Fel Drisk"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | The Galactic Alliance & Allies
Gear: Sith Lightsaber x2 | Armour | Oculus | Firestarter |

They had pushed further into the lab, following the string of terrified screams of those attempting to flee. Workers; both machine and flesh were mowed down as the proceeded deeper into the facility. Those that somehow thought it wise to try and dodge by them, were met with one of Vaylin's blades.

As they poured around into a corridor, the Zabrak noticed Enyo suddenly pausing. For a moment she assumed the cyborg was silently communicating with her group, but there was something in the woman's eyes that said otherwise.

"Halt!" Their men stopped on the spot, turning to see why Vaylin had given the command. She however, was watching Enyo. "What is it?" She asked, but did not receive an answer immediately. Almost as if the cyborg's focus had been pulled elsewhere in that moment.

Vaylin grumbled something when Enyo finally spoke up, revealing a potential Jedi thread on their tail. It was sooner than they were expecting, but not unwanted. Slaughter was fun, but even Vaylin knew it got boring without something; or someone to shake things up.

"Understood." They would proceed further, Enyo would keep the enemy's attention away from their objective. She gave the cyborg one last nod, before she turned around and marched further into the building - leading their forces.

It hadn't taken long after that, a few more corridors and into a larger open room, when Fel Drisk had struck. Moving from the shadows like a phantom, striking down one of Vaylin's men without hesitation. She didn't react when the head rolled to her feet, merely gave it a passing glance before staring straight towards Drisk.

Another Legionnaire moved to attack, only to be dispatched by the Padawan. The remainder brought their weapons up, ranging across various different rifles - all aimed at the Jedi.

"No! Proceed with the mission, this one is mine." She looked towards Chazzak as she spoke that order, the Zabrak's troops would continue to help bolster the Consortium. Vaylin's focus then shifted to Fel Drisk, and only him. She slid into a stance, foot sliding across the floor as the Zabrak entered a combat ready stance. Dominate foot at the front; one lightsaber poised forwards, with the other held closer to the body.

She could feel Heavenshield's power even from within the facility, piercing through the dark smog that had smothered the area since their arrival. Although Vaylin didn't let it distract her, she was admittedly glad it was Enyo facing him, and not her.

As the Legionnaires and Consortium pushed on, the Zabrak lunged towards Fel with a simple strike. A test against his defences, but to also keep him from deviating and trying to stop the troops movements.

 

[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.


Nihilism was an ideology that suited Enyo well. She cared not for the endless Holy War between Jedi and Sith. Theirs was a cycle that had repeated itself across the millennia - and defied resolution or final victory for either side. Ultimately, it was trivial to her. The same applied to the loss of life. Organics died every day. Her black heart could not feel empathy for them. Among the very few exceptions were her 'siblings', her fellow clones. For them, she felt true empathy. Even love. But they were not here.


She looked unphased when the Jedi, his Force aura shining brightly, cut down a trooper upon his blade. As long as critical mass was maintained, casualties were not much of a concern to her. C'est la guerre. She took note of his armaments and armour. A shield that radiated the Force, a lightsabre and a suit of armour that based on a preliminary mechu-deru scan was probably made of duraplast.


Swiftly, she acted. No speechifying, no pontificating about the superiority of the Dark Side, the inevitable eclipse of the Light and similar melodramatic nonsense. Yammering was not a free action. Her aura was cold, resembling a void. With preternatural speed, hand sheathed in a phrik gauntlet - and incidentally made of the same alloy - gripped her sonic pistol and she fired a burst of sonic waves towards the Jedi's upper body. Ideally, it would make contact with his sword arm.


Sonic waves were very different from blaster or even conventional sonic blasts. They could rupture armour, and deliver enough concussive force to burst or damage internal organs if they struck an unarmoured target or exposed tissue. Furthermore, they exploded on contact with lightsabres. If you tried to deflect them, your glowstick might fall out of your grasp. Besides, they moved at the speed of sound.


The cyborg drew upon the power that writhed inside her. The Force was not a companion, not an omnipresent energy field with a will of its own. Nor was it the be-and-end all. It was simply another tool in her arsenal. She decided to harness it into a powerful telekinetic punch, which she unleashed upon the Jedi's face. Even with a helmet, enough concussive force could hurt an awful lot.


Pain, hardship, struggle - those were the paths to enlightenment. Ironically, it was the Jedi who had helped teach her this. On that fateful day when turbolasers bathed Korriban City in hellfire. Her body was incinerated in the firestorm, but she survived. As a broken shell that would be manipulated and moulded by Archangel.


All of this had made her stronger. She might have never broken free otherwise.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: The warzone known as Thyferra
Objective: Opportunity
Allies: [member="Sundara Nyveit"] [member="Grozkalla"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]

Equipment: In signature

A purple lightsaber flashed, once... twice... three times... and three Sith soldiers fell to never rise again. The entire planet was under assault from the Sith, retribution for the Alliance's role at Mirial. She had known it would be coming, and yet... she felt a small sense of melancholy. Purple lightsaber blocked a red, the second blade snapping up under the young Knight's guard to cleave through their chest. Such a waste. That was ultimately where her melancholy lay, that she had to end the lives of Sith and their loyal soldiers today. Ah well, the price had to be paid.

"Master Raaf!"

She deflected a blaster bolt back to its source, the last Sith soldier in this sector, for now anyways, falling.

"Commander, what's the situation?"

The Alliance commander seemed to have been through another part of the warzone, armor pockmarked, a blaster burn being covered by a bacta patch. It was the same across the world, as the Sith led an assault to burn the galaxy's source of bacta. If there were strategic decisions that would only help the Sith, it was destroying their enemy's supply of the valuable healing agent while they cultivated their own supplier in Sith space.

"We reports of enemy forces gathering at an old estate in the jungle not far from here. We have orders to push on and capture the estate..."

"But?"

"Reports from recon scouts in the area suggest... the Sith's Dark Lord is the one gathering forces there."

Ah, now she could understand the man's trepidation. To have to go fight the personal forces of Kaine Zambrano, especially on land he was familiar with and in jungle, was not a promising mission. But, it did present her with a unique opportunity, something to cement her reputation beyond reproach. It was likely going to be painful though.

"Then we should go show him what happens when you strike at the Alliance," she responded. A small cheer rose from the men, gunships arriving to transport those going for the estate assault to the combat zone. She didn't have the heart to tell the commander... it was going to be a one way trip for many of them.

 

[Eshtaol]

T H Y F E R R A​

[member="Mara Kellarov"]​

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It was the same thing she'd done a dozen times over, and even when it went wrong Saoirse was good at getting out of a tricky spot. But this was the part of the job which in theory had no real potential to go wrong. This was after a job, when she'd picked up her paycheck and was blowing it on a few drinks at the nearest watering hole before she took off again and went onto the next. This wasn't the part where she had to be looking over her shoulder every few seconds, checking and double checking that she had a weapon on her because you never knew when you might have to use it.

As it turned out, you couldn't stress the in theory part enough.

Saoirse saw troops marching behind the cantina's clouded windows and her heart sank. When things went wrong--which happened more often than you'd think--she had exactly one strategy; she hid, waited until all attention was elsewhere, and then she booked it. But the venue was surrounded. And she had nowhere to run.

The drink in front of her suddenly seemed like a bad idea, but Saoirse downed it anyway. A dozen excuses cropped up in her mind, but she was alone and didn't need them. Wary brown eyes lined with smudged makeup and concern stayed on the doorway without any kind of subtlety, not that it mattered - here, she didn't need any sort of effort to stay beneath the radar. That was step one of getting out of this with her skin intact. Step two, on the other hand...

Troops burst down the entrance, blasters at the ready.

Saoirse didn't need further warning.

Hell broke loose, and in a second she'd knocked over a table. The brunette crouched behind it, hardly daring to look over the edge. The sound of blaster fire and everything crashing into everything else told her all she needed to know.

"What are you doing?"

The woman a few feet away was still standing. In any other circumstance, it wouldn't have been hard to ignore it (it was the same as avoiding, and Saoirse Flynn was a world-class avoider). But here, when there was something she could do so easily, ignoring it felt too deliberate. Active endangerment instead of the passive kind she was so used to. And maybe another person could be of use.

She tugged the stranger behind her makeshift shield by the arm, risking peeking over the edge and immediately wishing she hadn't.

Well, this was the last time she took jobs here.