Faction The Death and Suffering of Jo'Han Felcado [HUT & Invite]

[Whottoomuzz Chantin]

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Bounty target: Jo'Han Felcado
Bounty thread
Last known location: Hoth, Kerane Valley
Condition: Kill or Capture

Prepatory Tags: Asaiah Celwik "Cobalt" V3RM-X Terry Xenos Tork Lok
See OOC Signup and Coordination if interested

 

[Jo'Han Felcado]

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The ice flows of the Kerane Valley crept forward at an almost imperceptible pace, vast frozen rivers locked in a slow-motion descent. Above them, the winds howled mercilessly, whipping flurries of fresh snow into swirling torrents that lashed against jagged ice formations. The landscape was an unbroken expanse of white and blue, stark and desolate, stretching endlessly in every direction beneath a pale, frozen sky.

It was upon one of these ice flows that the Porko Kuh-Kween had been haphazardly landed—a recently hijacked luxury yacht belonging to Wosi Joc Pridbu, a Hutt of the Joc Kadijic, one of the few remaining families active on the Grand Council.

Wosi the Hutt now lay slain in his private quarters, his thick, naturally energy-resistant skin burned through by the heat of a lightsaber. It had not been a quick death.

A trail of footprints in the snow led away from the ship, the only sign of movement in the frozen wasteland. They belonged to Jo’Han Felcado—Jedi of the Order, Naboo-born, and now one of the most wanted men in the Hutt Cartel. His latest act of defiance had made the price on his head skyrocket, and those seeking to claim it would not be far behind.

His path led to an abandoned facility, long forgotten and half-buried by the encroaching snowdrifts. This was the destination his search had pointed him toward—the heart of his self-imposed crusade. He had pried the truth from Wosi before striking him down, and now, standing before the facility’s entrance, he felt the weight of that truth settle in his chest. If the Hutt’s words had been true, what lay inside would change everything.

Beyond the frozen doorway, rows upon rows of carbonite slabs hung in eerie silence, stretching into the darkened depths of the facility. Hundreds—no, thousands—of souls imprisoned in time, locked away and abandoned by the years, left to be buried in ice for eternity. Had Jo’Han not tracked down the cartel’s splintered remnants, piecing together the fragmented clues they left behind, these prisoners would have remained lost forever.

His breath caught as he stepped forward, boots crunching against the frost-coated floor. The sheer scale of it left him momentarily paralyzed. So many lives stolen, so many stories suspended in an unnatural slumber. But among them, there was one he had searched for above all others.

With a few precise commands at a frost-rimed data terminal, the ancient machinery groaned to life. A ring of suspended carbonite slabs rotated, their frozen occupants shifting until, at last, one was set down before him.

Her face was locked in a grimace of pain and defiance, frozen at the moment of capture. Even through the distortions of the carbonite, Jo’Han knew her instantly. The features were older than in his memories, hardened by years he could not account for—but there was no mistaking them.

Luka Felcado.

His sister. The disgraced battlemaster of the Jedi Order.

The breath fled from his lungs. His fingers twitched before he reached out, gloved hand coming to rest over where her heart would be. The carbonite was bitterly cold, but he could still feel the presence beneath it—faint, distant, but real. She was here. After all this time, she was here.

“Luka…” His voice was hoarse, barely audible in the still air. His forehead pressed against the frozen slab, his breath misting over the surface. “I should have found you sooner.”

The years of searching, the frustration, the fleeting hopes dashed time and again—none of it mattered now. She was within reach. He clenched his jaw, forcing his breathing steady. He could not break now. Not when there was still so much to do.

“I’m getting you out of here. You and all of them.”

He stepped back, hastily marking the facility’s coordinates on his datapad. Once he returned to the yacht’s communication systems, he would send a broadcast. Someone, somewhere, would answer the call. He just had to hold out long enough to ensure these prisoners saw the light of day again.

The trek back into the storm was brutal, the winds having worsened, battering him with stinging ice as he pushed through the knee-deep drifts. But as he neared the exit, something shifted in the air.

A disturbance. A ripple through the Force.

He stopped. Listened.

The wind howled, but beneath it, there was something else. Something deliberate. A presence—not just one, but many. Cold, calculated intent seeped into the Force, pressing in around him like an unseen noose tightening around his throat.

Jo’Han exhaled slowly, adjusting his stance. His fingers brushed the hilt of his lightsaber.

“I don't suppose we can talk this out?!” he called over the wind, though he already knew the answer.

The silence stretched for just a breath longer than was comfortable. Then, the first shadow moved in the snow.

He steadied himself, feet planting firmly in the ice. They had come for him. They had come to end this.

But Jo’Han had come for something greater. He had found what was lost. He had uncovered the forgotten. And if this was to be his last stand, he would make damn sure they remembered it.

Snow swirled around him as his fingers tightened around his weapon. He would not fall quietly. Not here. Not now.

Jo’Han Felcado did not run. Not now. Not ever.

 

[Asaiah Celwik]

Location: Hoth
Tag: Jo'Han Felcado

"Jo'Han Felcado. Deemed Guilty by the Judge and Jury of the Hutt Cartel for crimes against them. Thy shall be punished for your crimes. Either by myself or the Hutt Cartel's employees."

That was how she saw the Bounty Hunters. They were employees, hired to deal with criminals. Asaiah gave a gentle sigh as she felt the wind against her skin. Hoth was lifeless. Cold. Dead almost. It was not a planet that Asaiah would want to die on. A small part of her wouldn't want someone else to die here but this was her duty. Her job to deal with criminals in the Galaxy. His role as Jedi only helped to further poison her view point of the culture. To think that if she was sent to the Order, she might have became a criminal such as this man.

"I do not do this because I want to do. I do it because I must."

She stepped through the snow, unsheathing her sword from her back, letting the blade glint in the snow. It was foolish to face a Jedi head on. Even Asaiah knew that, though she hadn't yet faced against a Jedi in combat. They might fight somewhat similar to how Asaiah does. Who knows? She knew her sword would be able to handle a lightsaber at least. It wasn't pure Cortosis but there was enough weaved into it that it could stand up to the blows from the plasma blade.

Asaiah stepped through the shadows until she was able to see Jo'Han clearly. Well, clearly enough with the snow whistling around them. This was going to be a difficult fight. Jo'Han was more trained than a regular criminal on the streets. His Force sensitivity also made it a bit more of equal grounds. In fact, whilst Asaiah might have had the upper hand against more of her targets, Jo'Han potentially had the upper hand on her, more experience, and more skills. That didn't mean she'd turn tail and run however. Most of her offensive powers would potentially be negated against the Jedi...So she might as well be stuck without the Force. Only able to enhance herself. For now, Asaiah just pointed the tip of her blade in Jo'han's direction and waited.
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[V3RM-X]

Location: Hoth
Tag: Jo'Han Felcado , Asaiah Celwik
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V3RM-X had arrived on Hoth and immediately began tracking his bounty target. It took longer than it normally would, in his opinion, since he didn't want his bird's eye view Scry to get damaged or lost from the harsh environment. Eventually, he identified his target through the harsh weather, alongside another opposite him. A fellow bounty hunter, he presumed. Having now found his target, he let Scry go, having it make it's way behind the target quietly and begin recording what was happening.

"Jo'Han Felcado... Guilty... I must."

To himself, he repeated the words spoken by his fellow bounty hunter in her own voice, as if confirming his objective. He armed his left hand blaster and began to make his way closer. He knew it would be stupid to fight a Jedi head on, like the woman was doing, but it also gave him opportunities. He also had no idea how many other hunters would show up. If he kept himself concealed, he may be able to wait for the perfect time to shoot while his target is distracted.

 

["Cobalt"]

Objective: Dead or Alive
Equipment: Cobalt's Shotgun, Cobalt's WSS, Cobalt's Gauss Rifle, Vibrodagger, Radiation Detector
Tags: Jo'Han Felcado Asaiah Celwik V3RM-X​

Cobalt slid deftly down a near-vertical snowbank, rolling to cushion his fall and coming up into a crouched stance. Quietly, he shuffled through the snow toward the commotion. It seemed the others had gotten here first. Embarassing, but ice worlds weren't exactly his forte. He didn't much care for the cold, but at least there weren't any bugs here like the last place he'd found himself.

He slipped a short-barreled scattergun from its leather holster at his side, training its barrel on the man now in front of him. He'd emerged some distance from the other two, putting their prey in the unenviable position of being surrounded. If it were anyone else, Cobalt knew the odds would be slim. This was a Jedi, though.

"Gotta agree with em, friend." He said. "I hate hunting as much as I'm sure you hate being hunted, but if you so much as twitch I'll put a hole in your gut and leave you dying in the snow. Whether you decide to be smart and come along, or be stupid and die here determines the size of my payday. Hands away from the saber."

Cobalt didn't think for a second that it would work, but he'd been wrong before. He kept his weapon trained on the man, inwardly thinking about how he'd much rather be scavenging. He hadn't lied: bounty hunting was not his cup of tea. He had no grudge against the Jedi, but he had to fill his stomach and fuel his ship, and that meant taking anything the Hutts gave him.

"I mean it. Hands behind your head." His index finger tightened on the trigger.

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[Tork Lok]

OBJECTIVE: Kill or Capture
Location: Hoth
Equipment: In Bio

The Gunship flew over the white expanse as snow scattered from the engines exhaust. It had been quite the journey from Mek-Sha to start this hunt. Tork was just glad he made it on time. And happier he came alone. This bounty would be his and his alone. He hated sharing.

As the gunship found a place to touch down on some particularly hard sediment, the Mandalorian exited wearing his full beskar'gam armor. He scanned the endless white of this planet as the winds howled and battered against him, forcing him to pull his half cape around his right side. Hopefully this would be a quick one as this planet sucked major bantha dung. Besides, the Hutt Council was expecting him back on Nal Hutta.

Or rather what was left of it after this Jedi killed the third to last member of it. Splinter faction or not, a Hutt was a Hutt and they don't take kindly to someone else knocking 'em off. Tork knew that first hand given his high position within the Cartel. So he was here to represent the Council and close up this loose end. And being within Sith space only made the uneasiness worse.

Time to get to it.

A few minutes later and Tork was gazing at the group gathered in a semi circle around what appeared to be the Jedi. A little standoff seemed to be going down as he magnetized his helmets HUD even further, listening to their conversations. Heh. They were being friendly? How foolish. Tork thought of taking aim with his blaster rifle but decided against it. Even if he landed the shot, which he knew he would, Tork didn't want one of these contractors taking his kill before he made it there.

Standing up on the ledge, Tork Lok announced himself by activating his jetpack and rocketing toward the gathering as he landed the closest to the Jedi, standing between him and the rest of the group as he touched down with a thud. Tork felt like testing this Jedi. Without further ado, Tork pulled free his beskad and kal dagger, holding one in each hand as he opened his arms wide as he spoke through his modulated helmet.

"Fight or die, dar'jetii. These are the only options you get from me."

"Cobalt" V3RM-X Asaiah Celwik Jo'Han Felcado ​

 

[Jo'Han Felcado]

Tags: Asaiah Celwik | V3RM-X | "Cobalt" | Tork Lok

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"Jo'Han Felcado. Deemed Guilty by the Judge and Jury of the Hutt Cartel for crimes against them. Thy shall be punished for your crimes. Either by myself or the Hutt Cartel's employees."
"I do not do this because I want to do. I do it because I must."

A lone sword woman stood in the valley before Jo'Han - a brave act, if she didn't have backup on either clifface. Then again, with these bounty hunting types she might not know about them.

"You've picked a very inconvenient time to take up law enforcement." Jo'Han grasped the hilt of his saber, holding it tip forward, igniting the plasma blade.

He was, however unaware of the droid's hidden presence, unable to detect them in the force.

"Gotta agree with em, friend." He said. "I hate hunting as much as I'm sure you hate being hunted, but if you so much as twitch I'll put a hole in your gut and leave you dying in the snow. Whether you decide to be smart and come along, or be stupid and die here determines the size of my payday. Hands away from the saber."

There was the second bounty hunter he detected. With a scattergun - no simple bolt deflection there. This would be tough.

"If I was a smart man, I would have stayed home and lived a comfortable life. Sadly for both of us, I'm stupid enough to try my hand at the 'hero thing'."

"Fight or die, dar'jetii. These are the only options you get from me."

The third, a Mandalorian in full Beskar'gam, landed in front of the first woman. The uncertainty faded within Jo'Han. The Force seemed to calm him, as if preparing him to give in, to surrender. Which would surely mean death.

Jo'Han intended to die on his own terms, not in a live broadcast example like he'd seen so many of.

"Behind me is a Carbonite cold storage facility." He spoke loud enough for all the pursuers to hear. "However this dance ends, " Jo'Han dropped the bravado for a moment "don't leave them here. You'll have your fight, Mandalorian."

Seemingly all at once, Jo'Han moved, leaping with a burst of speed. A flurry of snow kicked up as he soared into an aerial flourish overtop Tork Lok , sparing a quick spin of his lightsaber to fend off any midair interception from the Mandalorian on his path to attack Asaiah Celwik with a downward slash - his landing kicking up another gust of snow, a crater blowing away in the midst of the chaos.

Simultaneously, Jo'Han conjured a barrier of the Force flew up to redirect and slow the solid projectiles if Jo'Han was too slow to escape the cone of "Cobalt" 's scattergun - a few projectiles might make it through and strike true, but only with enough momentum for a flesh wound.

Spoiler: Summary

Summary:

• Jo'Han Does not detect V3RM-X
• Force Barrier to protect from "Cobalt" scattergun, though imperfect.
• Jumping over Tork Lok with counter slash if intercepted
• Begins opening attack at Asaiah Celwik , forceful downward slash

Spoiler: Status

Status:

• No injuries (potential for flesh wounds)
• Force Speed (light)
• Force Barrier (imperfect)

 

[Asaiah Celwik]

Location: Hoth
Tag: Jo'Han Felcado V3RM-X Tork Lok "Cobalt"
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"You've picked a very inconvenient time to take up law enforcement."

"I've been doing this for a while. This is the first time I'll be shedding Jedi Blood however."

She hadn't expected any back up if she was being honest. It was at least somewhat relieving to know that she wasn't going to be doing this by herself. She was not a fool who thought she was all powerful. She did have to make a mental note to be careful of any scatter gun or blaster fire. She'd rather not get riddled with them. The pellets were hard enough to dig out on a good day, and she had a feeling today was going to be a very, very bad no matter what happened.

In her deluded mind however, Asaiah believed the Mandalorian was stepping in front of her in an attempt to protect her. She was grateful for that, since it gave her more time to try and prepare herself. Asaiah was purely focused on getting "Justice" done...but at the same time, if she was able to get a lightsaber of her own, well...She wouldn't be complaining about that. Plus hey, she had the chance of saving people with that carbonite facility. That could potentially lead to more followers for her to spread her beliefs to...​

"If I was a smart man, I would have stayed home and lived a comfortable life. Sadly for both of us, I'm stupid enough to try my hand at the 'hero thing'."

He was no hero. If he was, there wouldn't be a bounty against him! The thought that this criminal would even defile the name of being a hero caused Asaiah's anger to build. To the point that as the Jedi jumped over the Mandalorian, Asaiah stood her ground instead of dodging, bringing her sword up to clash against the strike. A wave of impact washing through her body, threatening to cause her knees to crumble. Instead she relied on her rage to summon the strength inside of her in an attempt to shove Jo'han's lightsaber off to the side and throw off his balance. She didn't need to go for a kill. Not right away when she had allies to pick up on her openings.
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[Amelie Berionne]

Big New Galaxy​

Tags: Whottoomuzz Chantin Asaiah Celwik "Cobalt" V3RM-X
Tork Lok

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Amelie had been traveling since the raid on her village. Visiting planets one star port at a time. Lurking between alley ways, cantinas and watching force users from afar whenever she could. Studying their behavior, goals, and tactics. She would see them all burn for the murder of her father but she was no crusader like him... yet.

On her journeys she would always try to keep her face hidden. Yet her youthful figure alone was enough to draw attention of others. Those seeking to glance a look of her fay face under her hood as she passed.

Such was the case one day when a slaver (Known to her at the time as a underground smuggler) offered her travel from the edge of GA and SO space to somewhere where people were free from force users. Hutt space - a free sector where the wealth of the lords was enough to keep the vile Jedi and Sith away.

With tempered hopefulness she boarded this vessel... only to find herself locked away in the cargo hold. With no place to go she waited. Until one morning she was awoken with cuffs on her wrists and told "You are getting off my ship today, and for a fine price at that."

Dragged beyond imposing gates and down a long ramp laden with security. Amelie was eventually put in front of a large Hutt. She had come to learn this alien was Whottoomuzz Chantin .

What the slaver did not expect was Amelies fire. He let her out of her cuffs to show her off and when he did; the young girl went for the eyes first with her fingers and nails. Digging into his eyes was only the first step as than she finished the job with a brutal punch to the throat; along with several unsavory acts.

Blood dripping from her mouth and looking feral she stood in front of the cheering crowd. All who seemed to not care about what she had just done.

The Hutt simply had his translator relay a simple question.

Hunt or be a slave. The choice is yours. - For Amelie the answer was never in doubt.

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Location: Hoth hunt for Jo'Han Felcado

They laughed at her in Whotto's cantina. "Little fire starter, you have no idea how cold Hoth can be." It was all a joke but they were not wrong. The planet Amelie was from had never experienced brutal winters. Leaving her church to have excess crops and allowing them to crusade year round.

She was given large pants, boots and a heavy fur lined coat but when she put them on she could barely move. Deciding to leave the large pants on the rugged half broken single flyer ship she loaned from Whotto, she trecked through the cold. Legs practically freezing in place, yet she remembered her fathers words.

"The fire burns inside of you my girl. All you have to do is keep moving." So she did.

Leaning up on a bank near where the signal tracker told her to go she waited. She saw the Jedi come out of the Carbon Holding Facility, yet she did not move. It was not the cold that froze her to place here.

All the training, lessons and long days of hard work did not prepare her to begin this battle alone. She was meant to do it with her village but now they were gone. She was afraid.

As if on que the man spoke out.

Jo'Han Said:
"I don't suppose we can talk this out?!"

With a small "eeeek" squeak leaving her lips Amelie hid behind the snow bank.

It was only when she saw the other hunters put themselves forward, into the fire and flame did she realize how incredible the moment was. All of them were people just like her and they were willing to put themselves in danger to live their own lives, on their own terms.

And so would she. A younger woman ( Asaiah Celwik ) would match blades with the Jedi! Unflinching in her determination.

So Amelie came out, shortened CR-24 Rifle in hand and would send a small spurt of flame at the Jedi as he landed. Her only other tools was a small vibro dagger and her churches traditional armor under her winter cloths but she did not dare get near the Jedi yet.

 

[V3RM-X]

Location: Hoth
Tag: Jo'Han Felcado Asaiah Celwik "Cobalt" Tork Lok Amelie Berionne
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One issue with dealing with a bounty target who also happens to be a Jedi is how to prevent one from detecting you. For a droid, that's an easy feat. However, as soon as V3RM-X were to shoot, the Jedi would sense the attack and defend themselves from it, so how do you make sure you hit them? Well, V3RM-X would argue that to do so, you need something to keep their attention just long enough to land a shot. Luckily for this droid, that something was about 4 other bounty hunters, 3 of which were already holding the Jedi's focus.

So, V3RM-X waited for the moment he could take a shot that would make dealing with the Jedi, a tad less of a near impossible task. The Jedi leaped for the first bounty hunter who had arrived, while jumping over the Mandalorian. In that moment, he calculated where the Jedi would land, roughly at least, with the assistance of his second pair of eyes (Scry who is remaining hidden).

He took aim at where he believed the Jedi was likely to land and prepared to fire two shots. One would aim for roughly around the Jedi's gut, while the other aimed for the Jedi's right leg. Even for a Jedi, if you aren't expecting an attack while your focus is on something else, you'd have less time to respond. As such, the Jedi would then have a choice: defend the shot to his gut, or the one to his leg. No matter which one he left to get hit by, the Jedi should be slowed down at the very least.

 

["Cobalt"]

Objective: Hit him from all sides.
Equipment: Unchanged
Tags: Jo'Han Felcado V3RM-X Tork Lok Amelie Berionne Asaiah Celwik​

Cobalt swore under his breath as the target moved, reacting with remarkable swiftness. As the Jedi leapt into the air, he tracked the man's movements. He fired, chambered, and fired again, sending two rough, homemade empty shells into the snow. Their contents, a heterogenous mix of traditional shot, glass, and nails, rocketed upwards, then halted in midair as the Jedi used his sorcerous powers to stymie them. He could see the deadly projectiles glimmer in the light for a moment, before they fell harmlessly to the snow.

"Kriffin' Jedi." He murmured, thumbing two more shells quickly into the tube and moving to assist the others. The target had landed and was now facing one of the other hunters blade to blade, while sniper fire snapped toward him. Cobalt aimed carefully, then lowered the weapon slightly. Too risky. He didn't want to hit the other hunter just yet. He kept watching, waiting for his moment. He saw it when the hunter pushed back against the target's blade.

Cobalt aimed low, and fired, targeting the man's legs. It was a wild shot, intended more to throw the target off balance than actually hit, but the more they harassed him simultaneously, the more that hits would start to slip through his defenses.

He was young for a Scab, and had only faced a Jedi once before. Both of them had gotten away from that encounter alive. He wondered if the same could be said of this encounter...

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[Tork Lok]

OBJECTIVE: Kill or Capture
Location: Hoth
Equipment: In Bio

As the Jedi suddenly burst forward, Tork was ready. Leaping over him with one move, the Jedi intercepted Tork's counter attack as he swiped his beskad in the direction of the Jedi's path only for it to be swatted away. He watched as the Jedi then engaged the younger woman in melee combat, even as the other two hunters fired shots off at him. The Jedi was quick and even managed to deflect some of it with his barrier.

Tork was no fool. He was a Mandalorian and he had faced these Jedi before, as most Mandos were born to do.

And so he took to the air with his jetpack, his HUD tracking two distant shots and finding another woman hiding behind a snow defilade and a...droid? How interesting. Certainly more hunters had managed to track this Jedi down than he thought would be present. This was a complication in his aims of killing his ancestral enemy.

And he needed that Jedi's head. Literally.

Sheathing his beskad and kal dagger, Tork went to his blaster rifle attached to his left shoulder and brought the muzzle up as he aimed through its scope, zooming in and targeting...the droid. V3RM-X

"This dar'jetii is mine, clanker." Tork muttered to himself as he let forth a three round burst of accurate fire. He then swapped targets to the cute lil number hiding behind the snow, firing another single shot to impact directly in front of her rifle, throwing off her concentration and trying to get her attention. Tork smirked within his helmet. Amelie Berionne

Damn he loved this shit. Tork vocally laughed this time through his helmets modulator as he zipped over "Cobalt" in a quick pass to reposition himself.

Asaiah Celwik Jo'Han Felcado​

 

[Jo'Han Felcado]

Tags: "Cobalt" | Tork Lok | V3RM-X | Asaiah Celwik | Amelie Berionne

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Pellets, nails, and other projectiles from the scattergun hit the barrier even as lept.
The Mandalorian Tork Lok slashed with Beskad as anticipated, countered deftly by the Jedi as he soared overhead - but there was no time for satisfaction of swordsmanship.

The Force alerted him of danger from every angle, his mind churned rapidly; between precognition and enhanced reaction speed to try to find a way through every vector of attack - a burst of flame and and a pair of bolts from an attacker flashed through his mind.

No time to think - only implementation

Jo'Han's internal thought ceased - his direct connection between mind and body enhanced as he entered a trance. His face became impassive, bereft of emotion - an uncanny sign of the inherent and terrifying nature of those gifted with the force.

Preternatural speed and reaction was needed to survive each moment. Flames encased the ground he was about to land upon. The first bolt was fired. Jo'Han slashed overhead and the blade-wielding Asaiah Celwik blocked it, the force of the collision and her shove of the blade caused Jo'Han to stumble.

He had to fall back, and fast. Jo'Han followed the momentum of the the swordswoman's shove as the flames singed with heat through the barrier. With a push of the Force, he shoved a wave of the burning napalm and snow from underneath him as he fell into a reverse dive roll, redirecting the flames of Amelie Berionne towards Asaiah Celwik at the cost of his barrier.

In that very same moment the first bolt from V3RM-X fired towards his leg, barely deflected in time for Jo'Han to feel the burst of heat hit his midsection. A searing needle of heat into his core. A wound that would provide a slow and painful death if left untreated - but a gut wound could be ignored in the immediate danger.

He landed on his back and rolled up to his feet.

He needed his legs functional - he needed every ounce of speed. The gut wound could wait. He needed to go on the offensive to stand a chance, attrition did not favor him.

In a sick twist of fate, the precise moment the thought crossed his mind, what felt like a forceful gust of wind hit the very leg he prioritized. What followed was a warm, wet sensation. Pain hadn't had time to set in when he noticed the nails and shrapnel fired from the scattergun currently saturating his leg crimson, leaving drops of hot red blood amongst the white snow.

Then came the pain.

The Mandalorian fought overhead, driving off others from his prey. A potential streak of luck. Jo'Han must not be prey. He had to go on the offensive to stand any chance.

"Come on then! You want to taste blood? You'll have to bite harder than that!"

His stance changed, the aggressive posture of Ataru; a split-second warning before his whirlwind counterattack.

With a snarl he hurled his lightsaber with a vicious spin towards Cobalt before pulling it back to himself - a rapid disc of cutting plasma aimed to cleave the bounty hunter in twain, or at least the scattergun.

As the blade sped through the air, Jo'Han gripped the flame-spitting woman, Amelie Berionne , with the force, pulling her and a smatter of snow clumps around her directly towards him - he empowered his arm and punched, striking at her with a bareknuckle haymaker-clothesline.

Jo'Han kept up his Ataru offensive despite the increasing amount of blood painting a trail from his thigh to the snow. He lept closer to his returning saber, gripping it dexterously from the air mid-spin and dashing back to the swordswoman Asaiah Celwik with a lunge, tip-first thrust aimed for her heart. No time to attempt a Sun Djem - he was fighting not only for his life, but for the lives those frozen in the looming facility behind him.

The excessive Force usage began to wear on him, completely disregarding the embedded shrapnel and internal injury from the Droid.

Spoiler: Damage Level: 1

OOC dice mechanic for me to pace and describe Jo'Han's exhaustion/bleeding further gradually degrading condition - it is not required to achieve a kill or an injury. Think of it like a ticking clock for past injuries affect the next post.

I will roll a D6 each Jo'Han Post, potentially more based on the context. If any of the D6 roll equal or below the current damage level, the damage level will increase and will provide a timer for Jo'Han's demise.

If damage level hits 6, Jo'Han is incapacitated (assuming he is not defeated before then).

Spoiler: Summary

• Asaiah Celwik deflection made an opening, enabling two shots to hit.
• Amelia Amadis flame redirected to Asaiah Celwik
• "Cobalt" first shot blocked, second shot injured (left thigh)
• V3RM-X gut shot successfully hit. (Torso)
• Jo'Han enters Battlemind, capitalizing on Tork Lok engaging V3RM-X and other hunters
• Jo'Han throws Lightsaber at "Cobalt"
• Jo'Han uses force Pull on Amelie Berionne for a clothesline-stylen punch
• Jo'Han directs a stinger attack at Asaiah Celwik

Spoiler: Status

Health:

• Gut wound - not immediately fatal
• Leg- Scattershot blast (bleeding)
• Force Speed exhaustion (light)

Active abilities:

• Battlemind
• Force Speed

 

[Amelie Berionne]

Jo'Han Felcado

Come on girl, this is your chance!

The thought ran through Amelies mind as she pushed up and let out a controlled burst of flame. As it swirled around her target she felt for a moment like she was on top of the world. Strong and empowered through her determination.

That was until she saw her fire redirected at the very woman who inspired her. Amelie reached out her hand in some futile attempt to stop the accelerite based attack from reaching Asaiah Celwik but she was far from being able to do anything.

As she moved like a river in flow with her flame towards the girl a single blaster bolt landed in front of her. Stopping her in her tracks. Interrupting the rhythm of all that was happening.

It came from the sky... and as she looked up she saw a gleaming warrior Tork Lok . She did not know what the armor, imagery or helmet meant of this person but even without seeing their face but due to their posture and the tilt of its head she could decipher one thing. He reveled in the hunt and did not want her interfering. It was the alpha stopping the pup from ravaging its food.

She was ill-equipped compared to the man and she wondered how to respond. For now all she could simply do was raise one hand and lift her middle finger towards him. Smirking in response to his action.

She was here to kill a Jedi now and make her father proud.

(Aka prove to herself she carried on his legacy)

And now as she locked eyes with this new problem she pondered how she could defeat it. Perhaps throwing her dagger into his fuel tank would make quick work of the issue...

Her inexperience proved her downfall though. She was caught up in a moment of revelry and it would come to haunt her. As she lived in her own thoughts and taunted; - the Jedi struck.

She was now being pulled through the air with the vile magic. She tried to pull out her dagger but the man seemed to move as if she was in slow motion. Guilt wore on Amelie as she realized how much of a failure she was in this moment.

Helpless.

Than she felt a punch unlike anything she had ever known. It sent her into a cartwheel in the air and she landed with her shoulder and chest on the ground. The wind left her lungs empty and she wheezed for breath. Crying out loud in pain at the attack.

When she failed in her village she was beaten, she had lost her breath before but something about this Jedi's attack made it hit harder than anything she had experienced before.

"This is their power."

Amelie remembered seeing her father pushed with the force through their stable and how he broke through several wooden walls before landing in a wheat field. This monster used the force to make his attack fast and ferocious and she would find a way to kill him.

She needed to kill him.

With a pounding of her fist, she began to get back up. Slowly analyzing the situation around her.

Fiery spirit fueling her determination.

 

[Asaiah Celwik]

Location: Hoth
Tag: Jo'Han Felcado V3RM-X Tork Lok "Cobalt"

Fire. It burned. It screamed. Asaiah had managed to roll at the last moment to avoid the direct brunt of the flames, but she could feel her entire left arm and shoulder screaming at her in agony as she plunged it into the snow. The pain was surging through every single nerve she had, as she braced herself against the snow for a few moments. Taking in vital breaths of oxygen as she let the pain fuel herself and course through her veins. Fire burned, but it also purified. Her left arm might have been useless for this fight, but this is why she was blessed with two of them. Lifting her head up from the ground with a manic grin on her face, her eyes sparkling with joy. This was a real fight. Shifting her stance to more of a fencing one, somewhat similar to Makashi.

Pain and anger was coursing through her. It was like what Alina had taught her on Denon. Asaiah could do so much more with those emotions. Tapping into the Force to focus her rage. To keep fighting through the pain as her eyes focused on the battlefield for a moment, taking in the sights. The Mandalorian seemed to be causing more chaos. The Jedi was bleeding as well. The manic grin on Asaiah's face only grew into a bright one at the sight of the blood. That was what she had wanted the most out of this. It'd be her reward. She had to keep going however. This was not a fight she was going to turn tail and run from.

Her eyes focused on the Jedi as he went through his Ataru movements. Asaiah didn't know the actual form, but she fought similarly when she was removing the scum of the Galaxy. It also meant that she knew not to keep her eyes on where he was, but where he was going to be. Her eyes watched where the Lightsaber was hurtled to first. She could have used the Force to intercept the throw herself, but part of her felt like that would be a foolish move. It'd be show her own Force sensitivity which a part of her felt like wouldn't be smart. Not in this situation.

As the Jedi clotheslined the other girl, Asaiah knew he was coming for her. But what kind of attack was he going to go? Her eyes narrowed as her mind played over a dozen different strikes in her mind. Another aerial strike from above? She wouldn't be able to defend against that with one arm now. Even with the Rage she was feeling. A slash from either direction? She could try to step back to dodge but then if he went for a thrust with the Lightsaber, she'd get struck straight in the heart. With all of those different strikes imagined her mind, Asaiah only had one resort that she could think of.

At the same as time as Jo'han thrusted at Asaiah, the girl dropped down straight into a split to duck just beneath the saber, the sound and smell of burning strands of hair filling the air as she landed hard on the ground, thrusting her sword out at the same time as she dropped down. Jo'han was trying to overwhelm them with his speed. With the Force. So her target was clear. She could have tried to aim directly for Jo'han's midsection as she fell...but this strike was focused on his lower half. His legs. Take out his mobility and this would be far easier to finish.
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["Cobalt"]

Objective: Blood in the water
Equipment: Unchanged, except shotgun unavailable.
Tags: Jo'Han Felcado / Tork Lok / V3RM-X / Asaiah Celwik / Amelie Berionne​

Cobalt noted with grim satisfaction that the shrapnel from his weapon had grazed the man. The Jedi was leaking all over the snow like a sieve, adding an artistic splash of crimson to the snowy landscape. Unfortunately, Felcado was giving as good as he got.

The others were getting the worst of it as he stood back, harassing the Jedi from range. He noted that at least two of the hunters were engaged in some good old-fashioned infighting. Sad, but inevitable. It would be nice if they could hash out who got the bounty after Felcado was dead, but that was probably expecting too much.

Cobalt saw the spinning wheel of plasma approaching, and leapt to one side with a burst of his usual creative cursing, rolling into a crouching stance in the snow. His reflexes and agility were only slightly slower than the Jedi's own, a fact that was the only reason his head was still attached to his shoulders.

The scavenger moved with an eerily inhuman speed for so ragged-looking a creature, seldom staying in one place long. He circled the melee continuously, probing for weaknesses.

Unfortunately, it was getting harder to find them. Felcado was, incredibly, holding them off with as much grace as could be expected from one so outnumbered. Cobalt almost felt bad to be shooting at him. That was the the Golden Rule of the universe, though. Eat, or be eaten. Him, or me. Feelings had little to do with it.

It was then that he noticed his shotgun was gone, laying in the snow a short distance away. He'd dropped it in his scramble to escape from the thrown saber. He made a split second decision. The Jedi was no doubt studying them for openings as much as they were doing the same to him. A dive for the weapon would leave his back turned. Instead, Cobalt tucked his automatic slugthrower pistol from inside his jacket, flicked the selector to automatic, and fired.

He left off two short, snapping bursts of fire as he backed up to retrieve his shotgun, keeping his eyes where the danger was.

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[Jo'Han Felcado]

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The man once known as Jo'Han Felcado was all but gone, ego replaced by a runaway creature of violent instinct, no room for thought. No quips nor one-liners sounded as he fought tooth, nail, and Lightsaber against overwhelming numbers.

The actions of the other hunters were barely processed and logged into his instinct - the flamethrower reeling from his blow, the scattergun lost in evasion, mind and body running faster and faster with Force Speed, hitting a pace that he would pay the price for, later. If he survived the encounter, the exhaustion might still do him in.

All of it was a moot point if he couldn't pull through now.

The swordswoman Asaiah Celwik dropped below Jo'Han's thrust - Jo'Han lept once more to try to avoid the counterattack.

Too slow. He realized this woman was a force user too slow, and now he paid the price as his left leg was severed below the knee, landing Jo'Han in the snow behind her carried by his momentum.

Faster. More strength. Cant afford to slow down.

His stump leg bled at an alarming rate. Jo'Han pulled deeper from the force, increasing his speed, both mental processing and bodily movement.

Upon landing in the crimson snow there was a blur of speed - in a flash the injured Jedi had sliced just above the existing cut, losing an extra few inches of leg to cauterize the stump with his saber, then seemingly uncoiled once again - his posture that of a cornered, feral beast. His right hand carried the lightsaber in a reverse grip, relying entirely on acrobatic movements propelled by left hand and right foot.

Faster. Was all that coherently went through his mind. Any time to think would bring debilitating exhaustion and pain.

He instinctually moved to deflect incoming danger with his lightsaber, only to have superheated slugs from the firearm of "Cobalt" pass through the lightsaber and penetrate his torso, leaving sizzling wounds.

Through the force alone was he still held together - shock would have set in any other human. With each second that passed Jo'Han seemed even human, more like a a rabid beast.

With a snarl he called upon the force and pulled a cascade of snow into the air, whipping a whirlwind, a localized blizzard of whiteout conditions. The chill seeped into him just as much as the others - be he relied on the snow cover to dash to the location of "Cobalt" in a macabre gallop, grabbing the scavenger by what would be his neck and jaw singlehandedly before hurling him through the blizzard at the location Asaiah Celwik had just been.

He was as blind as the rest of them in this flurry, but he could hear the jetpack of the Mandalorian, Tork Lok overhead.

The three-limbed revenant of a Jedi sprung up with a force-empowered leap, aiming to grab the armored figure of Tork Lok by the jetpack from behind and tried to wrangle the other man to 'steer' the hovering opponent off course - ideally into the center of the blizzard and towards the other hunters below.

Spoiler: Damage level: 1, 3 dice

1. force exhaustion
2. Severed leg
3. Slugthrower rounds

Each 1 rolled worsens the damage level, stacking with each other from left to right (if applicable)

Spoiler: Summary

• Asaiah Celwik severs Jo'Hans foot
• "Cobalt" autoslugthrower pistol lands a few shots
• Jo'Han kicks up a localized blizzard
• Jo'Han increases Force Speed usage from (Light) to (Heavy)
• Jo'Han throws "Cobalt" at Asaiah Celwik
• Jo'Han leaps and tries to Grapple Tork Lok

 

[Tork Lok]

OBJECTIVE: Kill or Capture
Location: Hoth
Equipment: In Bio

Tork watched as the form of Amelie Berionne gave him the middle finger instead of firing back at him. At first, Tork didn't know whether to be offended or shoot at her again and then time hit the lil swamp rat. After giving it a quick laugh, he decided to instead leave her alone. He respected that and decided she shouldn't die this day, he quite liked her.

In the meantime, the rest of the hunters were busy putting in work damaging the Jedi and ensuring he was having a bad day. One of the hunters turned out to be a force-sensitive themselves and proceeded to cut the Jedi's left leg off. Even while losing his leg and suffering from multiple blaster wounds, the Jedi still proceeded to utilize his accursed force to continue fighting.

As Tork zipped across the sky to better position himself to get guns onto the Jedi, his visor HUD gave him a quick alarm before he felt a sudden weight onto his back. Dipping slightly under the weight, the Mando accidentally triggered his jetpack rocket as it shot forward toward the middle of the group of hunters. Tork hopped some would survive at least, or dodge the rocket, though he wasn't holding his breath.

With the other hunters distracted with their own things or dodging the rocket aimed for the middle of them, Tork turned violently to shift the Jedi enough to reach back with his kal dagger in an attempt to stab the Jedi in the midsection. As they zipped forward haphazardly, Tork tried to aim them away from the blizzard even while the Jedi shifted them back towards it. Seems like the blasted womp rat was gonna crash land 'em.

Jo'Han Felcado V3RM-X "Cobalt" Asaiah Celwik​

 

[Jo'Han Felcado]

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Jo'Han pulled on the jetpack, narrowly missing the mounted rocket as it fired off into the blizzard. The feral Jedi grabbed at the helmet of Tork Lok , using his waning strength to pry at the sturdy helm and disorient.

His breath suddenly cut short, a gasping sound emerging from his lips as he looked to the sudden wound. The Mandalorian's dagger was embedded in Jo'Han's chest - to the hilt. The collapsing lung was the first domino in a cascade of failing abilities.

First was the blizzard, the flurry of snow now a gently falling cascade of thick flakes.
Next to fail was Jo'Han's grip, slipping off the back of Tork Lok with crimson handprints. The Jedi departed in a more or scarlet arc, landing in a limp roll of freshly driven snow, tainting it with his life blood with every tumble as he came to a stop.

The Force left him, leaving him to feel every burn, shard, bullet and cut. The phantom pain of his foot cramped as if every muscle was painfully clenched in the missing extremity. The dagger's cold intrusion prevented him from even getting a breath of relief, only gasping at half capacity.

Worst of all was the blaster bolt, seared into his gut from V3RM-X - the throbbing burn, felt deep within him, left him with no doubts. This was his end.

The bounty hunters were all visible to Jo'Han now, through the falling snow. The Carbonite cold storage facility loomed tall behind them.

He mustered his strength - barely enough to push himself up to a kneel, sitting back onto his own ankle. He lacked the air to speak, bubbling emitting from the hold of the dagger puncturing his ribs.

He mouthed a single word. A name.

Luka

the falling snowflakes almost seemed like pedals falling, blossoms from a Naboo spring - the snow itself not dissimilar to a grassy meadow in the haze of his mind.

He felt warm, once again a child in the summer. A few years younger than her, but already taller than her. The face trapped in Carbonite was younger as well, no longer frozen in terror and defiance, but instead smiling, freckled and missing a tooth. The blue sky and green meadow from years long past, from memories that brought Jo'Han warmth in his final moments.

"I'm going to be a Jedi too, Luka."

And then there was nothing.

Asaiah Celwik | V3RM-X | Amelie Berionne | "Cobalt" | Tork Lok |​

 

[Asaiah Celwik]

Location: Hoth
Tag: Jo'Han Felcado V3RM-X Tork Lok Amelie Berionne

Even her own strength caught Asaiah by surprise, as she watched the leg fly off from her slash, alongside the sound of a loud crack and shattering echoing from her own sword as it practically exploded from the impact, sending shards of metal flying in its general vicinity, a few hitting Asaiah herself as she hissed out in pain. Though before she could get up to her feet, another hunter was thrown in her direction, sending her smashing back into the snow thanks to "Cobalt" 's added weight atop of her. More pain coursed through her veins, as she dug her fingers into the snow, gritting her teeth to keep any agony in. It was good. It meant she was still alive.

Though the Force screamed at her. A warning sign as she noticed the rocket being sent in the general vicinity of some of the other Hunters. She flicked her injured hand up as the nerves screamed at her to stop, even though she fought through it. Manipulating both the Force and the Blood that had fallen to the snow to manipulate into a barrier, both out of the Force and out of blood to protect herself and by proxy Cobalt. Though the Blood Barrier was quickly burnt through from the explosion, it was enough to allow Asaiah's very poor Force Barrier to stand up to the explosion.

"...You owe me."

She hissed to Cobalt, before rolling out from the other Hunter, pushing herself up to the ground from the snow, looking over towards the blissful sight of a man losing his life. A small smile gracing her lips as she saw the familiar sight of someone dying in front of her. So she made no rapid moves to put him out of his misery. No frantic run to claim his life. She had no need to. For now, she went to pull out one of her blood vials from her belt to use, frowning at the sight of most of them being broken. That was to be expected from this fight. She sighed to herself, taking one of the non-broken vials before using the Force to manipulate some of the blood into it. There was no point hiding it now. Instead her eyes went over towards the other Hunters around her, ideas calculating through her head as she folded her bad arm along her waist.

"...What now? Who wants to take his head? All I want is his lightsaber. And some people from back there. The rest can go to whoever. Releasing them all right now will just lead to a lot of frozen corpses."

Asaiah jabbed her thumb in the direction of the Carbonite facility. It might be worth a pretty credit if they brought information back to the Hutt...but at the same time, she didn't plan on putting them into slavery. No. She wanted to give them the strength and power to take their lives into their own hands. And she would be the one to give them that. Some might have expected her to be more hostile to the other Hunters, especially since one of them had done a chunk of damage to her left side to the point she could barely lift her arm or hand anymore, whilst another one had nearly blown her up. But she didn't. It was a lesson. Judgement for her own actions. Her own punishment. In the same way she dealt out justice and punishment to others, they had done the same to her. She could not hold that against them.
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