Senator Seto Du Couteau
Location: Empress Teta, Cinnagar Palace
Objective 1: The Invasion of Empress Teta
Actions: Fight to the Last
Outfit (Ruined)
Armour (Destroyed)
Seto kept his calm even as he felt the speeder controls grow rather erratic, this wasn’t helped by his Force senses alerting him of dangers slamming against his speeder. Even though he could detect enemy fire, it was an entirely different ability to evade the attacks while piloting the speeder. It wasn’t until a relatively large explosion, that Seto barely managed to project a Force shield to soften the blow, did his speeder finally blared alarms that it could no longer sustain flight.
A few moments after impacting the ground below Seto coughed to get his bearings, his eyes blinked as his HUD indicated the armor’s systems were all online. He smiled wearily as he crawled out of the cockpit and tore open the door to let him outside of the speeder. Seto glanced around, sensing no imminent danger but as he gazed ahead he saw the main city square that sat in front of the palace. He turned around and saw a bit way the Princeps engaging with more Maw forces, and the sounds of combat of whatever remained between the Palace guards and Alliance military support.
They had not prepared themselves for a siege, but Seto doubted that any length of time would have prepared them for this kind of attack. Carefully he began to scan for Communication frequencies of any friendly Alliance forces but noticed a bit of interference that worried him. He switched over to the Maledictum’s Comm Frequency and sighed in relief that the connection seemed stable,
“-Maledictum, this is Du Couteau, I’ve managed to escape the Palace but have moved further from your location. . . I have nearby Alliance signatures that I'll meet and coordinate, there are still plenty of Civilians that need evac. . . I’ll find my way off planet with the Civies.” Seto spoke, his hands wrapped around each of his lightsabers.
He of course had not picked up any local Alliance military frequencies, but that was the problem because he felt through the Force the fear and desperation of the many innocent civilians of Cinnagar. There were little options for him to choose and Seto leapt forward to the nearest group of Civilians in need of rescue and a path to escape out of the city.
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Seto breathed heavily as he threw his lightsaber directly into the next Maw Zealot, their mangled and chaotic screams only added to the sounds of battle. The Mawite collapsed into two halves as his lightsaber returned back to his left palm. Seto swiveled around, his right snapped outwards to kick back another Mawite wielding a sort of blunt weapon, and three more charged forward with their blasters firing at full auto. Seto’s lightsabers barely caught them all, but before he managed to deflect each bolt back to its owner, two laser bolts struck true and degraded his shoulder and upper chest armour.
His HUD flashed a warning before Seto quickly had it turned down the alarm’s visual once again. The Mawites' advance had stalled for a moment, but Seto knew it would only restart shortly, so he waved towards the group of huddled civilians and a pair of Noble Guards to head through where Seto had come from, knowing that the path was mostly clear. The Alliance’s retreat was resilient and formidable, but the Maw’s attacks were ceaseless and never ending. Seto couldn’t keep any path clear for long, and unfortunately needed to stay in a forward position to keep check the relentless advances of the Maw.
Distance roars and yells snapped back his attention, Seto breathed in deeply and readied himself for another assault. His armor already looked rather ragged from his forearms and shoulder armor plates, but it still was holding together and Seto intended to push himself until it broke on him. Hopefully when I’m further back and closer to the retreat.
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Seto unleashed a Force shield to guard both his flanks, but couldn’t maintain it for long. He thrusted the Force to shove the pair of Mawites on either side of him to fall off the building and focused the rest of his attention on a rather heavily armored Maw enemy. It dashed forward with speed that it had no right possessing and slammed into Seto’s lightsabers with its own Vibrosword. The slam though possessed so much strength that it forced Seto’s armour’s suit to expend its dwindling power supply to increase his strength just to stay standing.
Gnashing his teeth, Seto broke off and sidestepped the Mawite’s next attack, for the moment Seto didn’t need to worry about his flanks so he pushed forward and focused on his next two attacks. His right hand swung upward, his lightsaber caught the Mawite’s own vibrosword but with another quick slide and with help from the Force his left hand struck into the Mawite’s side. His left lightsaber sunk in deep and with a flick of his wrist it cut through and away a large portion of the Mawite’s side.
Seto though had no chance to celebrate as he felt himself getting careened to the left as a large energy bolt slammed into his right arm. Whatever armour that remained had dissolved due to the blaster bolt but sadly that was the least concerning detail at the moment, the heavily armored Mawite in front of him was still very much alive and very very angry. He tried to swing his right hand up to block the Mawite’s attack but Seto strangely couldn’t feel his lightsaber on his right hand, and a moment later the burning sensation in his right arm had disappeared, instead he felt a stinging sensation closer to his right shoulder.
The Mawite grinned through its mask and before it could continue its next attack it’s grin turned to shock as it felt itself getting launched up and over the side of the building. Seto ducked as another energy bolt slammed into the ground where he had stood, his eyes locked on to a Mawite with what appeared to be a bowcaster of some design but before the Mawite could fire another shot Seto sent out his left lightsaber to cut into the Mawite’s head. Instead the saber smashed into the Mawite’s weapon and a considerably large explosion ended that threat permanently.
Seto screamed in pain as he collapsed on the ground, his helmet’s HUD flashed a warning that his armor’s integrity had fallen far below what was considered combat effective. Any further down and it threatened to not act functional anymore. With a few extra moments of painful gasps of breath and combined with a string of curses, Seto calmed himself and slowly focused his mind on the Force. It had been far too long since he had trained his Force Healing abilities, but he did remember enough to focus on subsiding the bleeding and keeping the pain from reaching to extreme to a more almost mild painful sensation.
He breathed in deeply several times, his left hand outstretched to catch the recalling the emerald lightsaber he had thrown but nothing came back to his open palm. Confused Seto tried again the familiar feeling of his lightsaber was nowhere to be felt, the same went with his ruby lightsaber and his right arm. Alone on the roof with several death Mawites and other assorted crazed Zealots, Seto’s confused gasps of air turned to an apathetic low laugh.
Slowly he stood back up again, his HUD continued to display several inactive Comm Frequencies, no doubt the retreat was already too long of a distance from his position. But thankfully he hadn’t felt any more trapped Civilians, or maybe it was unfortunately rather, who knew how many were dead because Seto couldn’t reach them in time.
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Seto slowly moved to a nearby collapsed support beam, his left hand steadied himself but ultimately he leaned against the metal beam and took a moment to breathe evenly. He looked around with his natural eyes, his helmet and the majority of his armor had been discarded several blocks ago. It had been far too damaged and the onboard battery was completely out of power. He only had his cape covering his stump of a right arm but for the initial moment it disguised the fact that he was fighting with only one arm. The moment of surprise was all he needed to deal a decisive blow to any enemy.
Or at least that was what he had hoped, Seto was already running on fumes and the last few engagements with the Maw enemy forces had nearly left bleeding on the floor dead. I’m nearly there myself as is. . . Seto strained for a few seconds before collapsing on the ground to give his legs a moment of rest and reprieve from the constant dashes and hard landings. He gathered himself for another moment before slowly standing back up, the sounds of howls and other animalistic growls prompted Seto to once again stand up into a fighting position.
Seto raised his badly chipped sword, no more could he expend the Force energy to imbue the weapon further. It was all he could do to barely dodge close attacks with the aid of the Force, and now he wondered how much longer before a lucky hit landed. Shaking away the bleak thoughts he raised his weapon up and readed himself once more. Just take one more enemy down, just one more. . . . The only thought he had left with every fight, one less Maw Enemy for the Alliance to fight against. With a grim determination Seto tightened his left hand around the hilt of his sword and narrowed his focus on the first approaching Maw zealot.
His cape billowed for the last time.