Invasion The Clash of Ideals // NEO invasion of DE owned Ithor and Selnesh

[Darth Veyriss]

BREAKOUT

Tag: Ninurta Slaabur'r Crane Baxa
From the smoke and screaming came the sound of armored boots—measured, deliberate. Veyriss stepped through the haze like a phantom stitched from steel and venom, her visor catching the flickering light of the fires eating through the facility. She looked around at the chaos with a soldier's eye—not with panic, but calculation.

Her voice came low and sharp. "Still alive? Shame. I was hoping the toxin would thin the herd."

Her gaze landed coldly on Ninurta and his Maalraa—brief, appraising, unimpressed. "Took you long enough to get your beast under control. I was beginning to wonder if I'd be fighting two enemies today."

The groaning structure around them cracked again, a steel rib of the facility shrieking as it twisted out of place. Dust and debris rained down from above. Veyriss didn't flinch.

"This place is coming apart. You've already lost control of your assets. I'd ask if you had a plan, but I've seen how you operate—brute force and borrowed monsters."

She turned slightly toward the wall where the lightsabers had begun to cut through, her voice growing colder, clipped.

"You'll find no victory in rubble. You're not walking out of here with whatever you came for. Not with me still breathing."

Her hand flexed slightly near her weapon—ready, but not drawing. Not yet.

"You can chase shadows and corpses if you want. But know this—when the ceiling caves in, I won't be under it."

And with that, she turned, slipping back toward the fog-veiled corridor beyond—no retreat, just a predator repositioning before the kill.

 

[Brent Warnel]

As Brent launched toward the Sith, grenade in hand, he felt a force pull against him—an unseen, all-powerful force. As the grenade left his hand, it did not continue toward the Sith but stayed hanging in midair, the explosion that should have released the toxic gas being contained somehow.

This momentary distraction caused him to miss his mark on impacting the Sith. Instead, he overshot and landed behind the other man, finally seeing him up close. Something covered this other man, repelling blaster bolts and damage. Brent had seen nothing like this before, but whatever it was gave this Sith the ability to fight all of Brent's warriors with seeming ease.

Brent also noticed one more thing: the intention of this other man on the grenade. In the mere seconds Brent stood nearby, he could tell this warrior was focusing hard on the grenade. His men waited for the inevitable detonation, but it did not come. Instead, this Sith was containing the grenades explosion, and focusing intently on it.

"Continue mission," Brent comm'd to his warriors, "Let's see how the mighty Sith deal with an attack on two fronts." As the final word left his mouth, Brent walked backward, throwing another grenade, this time a thermal detonator, at the feet of the Sith.

Detritus Ren