The Eighth Battle - Coalition Invasion of Triumvirate Ruusan

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Location: Valley of the Jedi
Objective: Fight Cringer
Allies: SSC | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: ST | [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Gear: Lightsaber

Kaine descended upon them like a hurricane, immediately going for Coci as evidenced by his large battle-cat looking to pounce her. Fortunately this wasn't Coci's first rodeo and, despite his protective nature, Thurion knows she can take care of herself. Still, he wasn't about to become just a passive element in this fight. He leapt into the fray, only to be met by the ferocious beast. No doubt Vornskr would prefer to face one of them at a time - he was no fool, after all.

While the battle raged around them, Thurion and the large cat began circling one another while he kept a wary eye on Kaine and Coci's duel. His lightsaber hummed its familiar hymn, and upon attempting to reach into the beast's mind he was met with considerable mental defenses. It would seem it had been subject to some severe exposure to the dark side, broken into submission as is Sith fashion. Loyalty was not a concept they seemed to grasp, nor was working as a team.

As the large beast gnashed its sharp teeth Thurion charged in. Not about to slaughter an innocent creature, his lightsaber had been switched off and returned to his side as he began wrestling the large cat, testing its might as much as his own. It went for his throat, attempting to end things straight away, and Thurion grabbed it by its massive jaws to keep it from biting down. Its claws remained a constant threat, so he made sure to keep away from its paws. It roared and snarled as they fought, and within him the Grandmaster could feel his Valkyri blood come alive as he too let out a roar to match. The Force surged through every fibre of his being as he then proceeded to raise the great beast inches above ground before body slamming it into a nearby pile of rubble.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: Valley of the Jedi.
Nearby Allies: [member="Darth Orcus"], @Loray Trayes, [member="Dagorn"], [member="Shargon'Ta"]
Nearby Enemies: [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Solan Charr"],
Engaging: [member="Joza Perl"].

All went the way he had expected it to go after he had squeezed the trigger of the Gun of Command. Whatever it was that had shot out from it's barrel had struck the Zeltron and through the Force he felt the Dark Side consume as she accepted it into her person. It changed her, but he expected that. Of course he had imagined that it would've gone similar to the way that he himself had given in to the Dark Side after his Herglic Master had claimed him as his Apprentice and enforcer.

Of course, when his extremely complicated lover rose up and spoke the words that translated to Haytham Kaze being dead and only Darth Vanitas remaining, well, it wasn't what he expected. She wasn't prepared for so much unbridled passion. He determined, just as he felt himself draw closer to the fissure between them. Not because he was pulled, but because he felt the air itself being stripped from his lungs. In addition, he collapsed to his knees, his large frame clenching at the ground on all fours as his golden orbs bulged from his skull.

What?

!

He had no air to breathe, but he knew it wouldn't be the end. Not like this anyway. Needless to say it was a betrayal, one that he hadn't seen coming. For a moment, it would've seemed that his aura in the Force was diminished, shrinking before he expanded. It sought out anything Dark Sided and drew it into him. Not to absorb, or to sap it, but more akin to using the powerful Dark Side nexus to sustain himself and cause his presence to flare. Repeatedly as he felt himself grow dizzy. What is this? An ability in the Force that he hadn't encountered before, he tore at the ground with his gauntlets, his golden eyes bursting out of his skull. Had he been able, he certainly would've been shooting lasers from his eyes at her.

The flaring of his aura was all that he needed. It created a barrier, as pure a manifestation of the Dark Side of the Force that he could manage to protect himself from the squeezing of his lungs.

But the brief use of the Malacia was all he needed before he raised his three middle fingers that held the saberstaff in the direction of the Zeltron, raising a red tinted bubble of protection around his person as the... Ball of air twisted with fire was sent towards him? He wasn't sure what he saw, his vision was blurry which was why he didn't go on the counter-attack right away.

All he knew was there was a crash against the bubble, an explosion splitting around him as he closed his eyes, focusing on maintaining the bubble whilst he focused on the loss of life, absorbing it through the Dark Side to strengthen the barrier that originated from his right hand. Despite not seeing it, he knew there was a mess of fire and such around him, and he breathed in the much needed breaths as he opened his eyes again, the red tint of the barrier all that was protecting him from the outside world.

If Joza's part of the bridge was unlit, Haytham's side was akin to a city that never slept. Coruscant, Zeltros, it didn't matter. It was him and her in that moment, and he wasn't leaving until he lit up her side of the bridge again... Or destroyed it entirely.

Face me with your blade.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Valley of the Jedi
Those Nearby
1st Fight | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Haytham Kaze"]
2nd Fight | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Loray Tares"]
3rd Fight | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]
Bystanders | [member="Dagorn"]
Equipment: Koodan battle armor | Sith Aspis | Grabthar-class Breaching Hammer | Gun of Command | Greatsaber

The smaller man came swooping in like a hawkbat from hell, using the armored Jedi’s back as a stepping stone to leap up and directly toward Orcus’ face. The Sith Lord’s features twisted in a scowl, fury bubbling up hotter than steam from an ocean vent. What sort of man fought for nothing but himself? The kind whose rapine villainy bore no motive but greed, no sense but the primal. A barbaric breed of darkness, fit only to be put down or placed on a leash.

The mere thought of such uncivilized brutality brought Orcus to the precipice of rage. For so long, he’d fought against the preconceptions of his class and species. Ah yes, a mercenary Herglic. He must be a brute. He must only love war. No love for the books in him. No hint of class. And he’d strived against them, become a scholar, then an entrepreneur: a being of wealth and taste. Yet here stood the embodiment of all those labels he’d cast off. And rather than fighting against them, the man embraced them. It seemed a betrayal of the worst sort. Not toward Orcus, but toward the man’s own humanity, his own claim to sapience.

Fortunately, the Sith Lord was not a Jedi.

He did not have to bridle his ire.

Orcus could feel the heat of the Dark Jedi’s blade as it neared his face. So close to death, an exhilarating rush.

A sharp breath swelled massive lungs with air and expelled them just as quickly. Energies from the nexus poured through Orcus, a conduit of stygian strength that he loosed upon his foes. The blast wave of overpressure departed the Herglic’s maw with another of those earth rending HAUUUUUMs.

This time, he did not hold back, imbuing the bellow with all the malice and might he could bring to bear. The shockwave would not simply knock the pair off their feet if it struck, but would rattle them to their very bones. The sudden increase in air pressure was capable of anything from blowing out their eardrums to rupturing their gastrointestinal tracts and imploding their sinus cavities, just like the blast from an actual bomb.

The shockwave tore up the very ground before Orcus, ripping up clods of dirt and hurling them away in a fountain of earth. He’d scatter the bodies of these insects across the valley floor.

 

[Subject 37]

Olmondo: Inner City
Allies: ST and Saeva
Enemies: [member="Kei Amadis"]

"You think you're a Soldier?" Kiran's voice sounded out as though he were speaking in disbelief as if the man's words had been thrown in his face like a taunt. The Grizzled mercenary didn't change his stance, didn't drop his weapon, instead the blaster kept being pointed at Kei's face, leveled directly. His hands were steady, though when the Jedi made a small shift Kiran himself took a practiced half step back. He knew very well how fast Jedi could move, knew very well that in the blink of an eye they could strike.

"I'm a Soldier." He stated flatly. "You're a Jedi."

His stance became a bit more authoritative, the air began to fill with a bite of hatred as pheromones began to pour from the Zeltron. "Do you know what the difference is? I follow orders. I kill because that's what I do. I get paid to be a murderer. You? Do you get paid to do this Jedi? Do you get paid to kill?"

He left the quesiton in the air for a moment.

"No." The answer came as he once again shifted, taking half a step back. "No. You're not here to kill. You're not here to fight for someone else. You're here to liberate. You're here to make people's lives better, to free them from the iron clutches of the Sith, and how do you do that? How do you 'free' these people? By killing them? By reducing them to numbers and statistics? How did you make their lives better? Those hundred men and women that now dead because of your people, because of you. How is what you've done better then their lives under the Triumivrate?"

Kiran shrugged. "You can say it's war. You can say that you did what you did so that you could bring people peace and happiness, but if you kill people, if you willfully and with forethought outright slaughter the innocent, as your people have done, then you can't claim some moral high ground. You can't say that you're just doing it for "good", because you're not. You're doing it to win."

The mercenary let out a scoff.

"I do that every day. I fight, I kill to win." His finger looped around the trigger, though didn't squeeze it. "But if you do the same, if you're a soldier like me, then don't stand there and tell me to surrender, don't tell me that you grieve for the innocent lost, because you don't. You can't, because if you did then you would surrender. You would turn around and walk away from this fight, step away from the monsters who outright slaughtered a hundred people that didn't need to die."

 

[Laguz Vald]

Olmondo
Near the main road
Allies: [member="Kiran Vess"] | [member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="Lassiter"] | [member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Ameli Trahir"]
Enemies: [member="Kei Amadis"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Tempest"] | [member="Charlyra Araano"]

The distant artillery had started targeting the city proper, and Laguz was left to enjoy the relative peace and quiet of the smoldering suburbs. The march of war machines and infantry below had slowed down to a trickle; many had been killed, while others had broken formation and split into smaller groups to traverse the urban terrain more efficiently. They fled down the narrow streets and took cover in crumbling buildings, only to be picked off by another salvo of sniper fire.

The roaring of aircraft gripped xir attention once more, and the merc brought xir rifle around to see what was going on.

Crap.

Laguz relayed the change in situation to Aardveren with rapid abbreviations even as xe kept an eye on the dropships, cursing their luck all the while. Sure, the Triumvirate also had people hanging back for the right moment, but why did the invaders had to employ the same tactic? Utterly annoying.

That was, until xe zoomed in on the figures getting out of the vessels.

Xir last words remained stuck in xir throat as xe cranked up the zoom even more. The [SIZE=14.6667px]Saeva[/SIZE] Captain in xir ear started questioning xir sanity – ironically enough – but the sniper ignored her until xe’d made absolutely sure xir eyes weren’t playing tricks on xem.

“Stay focused on the first force. I have an idea.”

And then xe cut [SIZE=14.6667px]Aardveren[/SIZE] off, because xe’d be moving out of the comm range in a few moments anyway. With a sharp exhale, Laguz pulled back into the destitute room and was already folding xir rifle by the time xir body fully disappeared from the hole in the wall. The D-grade still held xir system firmly in its grip, giving xem the advantage of quick processing while everything else moved at a lazy Sunday pace.

In the next breath, the shifter was moving down and forward, ready to lie in wait for [member="Boo Chiyo"] and his army to pass xem by. It was then that xe would slip into their lines, a fully-formed replica of his soldiers, and begin to enact the plan forming in xir head.

From Primeval with love.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Location: Valley of the Jedi
Objective: Fight D., Vornskr
Friends: SSC and Allies
Foe: ST and Allies

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"]

​

Having recovered from the initial attack of the large feline, Coci had prepared for what was to come. She would be his target it seemed, him making the mistake of thinking her the weakest link in the chain, she had in the past stood up against him in campaigns and had fought to exhaustion the two of them, but his ego always rises and the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Besides, together, Thurion and Coci have routed many a sith with combined effort and strength. And so she opened up the conduit between husband and wife, their force bond swelled with the force and energy providing both with combined will and skill.

His first strike came in hard and fast toward her body, after he had landed throwing up dust and dirty with the impact. "Putting on weight there Kaine?", she snarled. The block to the strike came, as she made 'eye contact' with him. However, his barrage of subsequent strikes pushed her back, although able to match him his physical strength combine with the corruption of the darkness, empowered his limbs. Coci pulled the lightside of the force to her, siphoning strength from it and belief and her arms strengthened to take the impacts of the vile saber in his hands.

However, he was getting to close for comfort, and if she did nothing he would soon have his wish, as one of his strikes raised to arc upon her once more, one of her hands left her saber to send a powerful force push at near point blank range to his chest. At the same time however, there was an explosion, a bomb hitting the ground some distance away from the but enough to sent showers of rocks, dirt and debris over them. This gave her the pause she needed, as she moved to get clear of the falling projectiles.

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Managed a post before I leave on my loa. Play dirty nice guys and have fun! I should be back on Sunday my time and hope to jump back in then if not too tired. ^_^

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[Audren Sykes]

Location: Olmondo
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member=Tempest] | [member="Kei Amadis"] | [member="Charlyra Araano"] | Coalition members
Enemies: Triumvirate Members, any Knight-level Force user

Soldiers seemed to be gathered into small groups, each group focused on a single area. So far the Knight had encountered two groups, each focused around choke points they were hoping to ambush their enemies at. However, a Jedi was not so easily caught off guard. He'd sensed the first group and used an alley to get to the roof. From there he'd dropped down behind the various pieces of street cover the soldiers were using. It would have been a simple matter to mow them down, but a Jedi was also not a murderer. At least, he held himself to a code. So he'd offered them a chance to surrender. Almost predictably, they'd declined, so he'd ended up walking blaster bolts down their positions anyways, but he'd offered. He'd emptied the first of the two power packs he'd brought along and left the barrel of his gun glowing faintly from the firefight.

The second group had been a little different. There was only one roof, and they'd put a marksman there. So the Sephi had sprung the trap. He'd walked into the open air market with his carbine in a low ready position to no apparent opposition. They'd only waited for him to get far enough in that he'd be in crossfire and without cover. When an opponent didn't need to see to avoid incoming bolts though, crossfire was only so useful. That didn't make it easy, and after all was said and done the roof had a fairly large hole in it and the plating of Audren's armor carried several scorch marks. It was difficult to evade blaster bolts coming from multiple directions while accurately returning fire. The single solid blast that had hit above his kidney was testament to that. The armor had done its job though, saving him from a debilitating injury and possibly death.

The carbine was now depleted, but instead of discarding it he slung it across his back and tightened the strap. One weapon down and barely past two checkpoints. He was far enough in that the walls exploding and collapsing didn't really bother him much outside of making him stumble around a bit and get coated with some dust, but still had a long way to go. Which he was happy to do, his presence in the Force an obvious blaze in comparison with the darkness. Some might call it a challenge, but he simply didn't care to put the focus into diminishing it. Might not take much, but it was focus he wouldn't be able to put towards avoiding an ambush or turning one on its head.

 

[Tempest]

Location: Inside Olmondo
Enemies: [member="Laguz Vald"] [member="Kiran Vess"] [member="Cameron Centurion"] [member="Dak Canton"]
Allies: [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Charlyra Araano"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Boo Chiyo"]

(Many apologies for the slow posting, things have been very busy and unpleasant.)

Tempest was directing troops, ordering them forward when her danger sense screamed suddenly. The round fired by the neutrally gendered creature was indeed silent, but in the Force there was time for a warning.

She summoned the Force to shield her, to slow the round, curb it enough to parry it.

Spinning, her lightsabre up, she parried the bolt confidently, expecting it either to reflect or be melted.

It did not. The lightsabre did deflect the beskar slug though, turn it aside so that instead of hitting her in the head it changed course.

Into her shoulder.

Tempest screamed in sudden pain as her left shoulder erupted in pain. She spun on the spot in a nice pirouette, then stumbled backwards. She leapt behind cover, wincing at the pain. A quick move of her arm showed it wasn’t critical, but the deflected slug had torn away part of her armour, driving shards of metal into her shoulder and causing a quantity of blood to emerge.

“Medic!” she called, slumping down. Concentrating, she used what techniques she knew to extract the metal shards and bandage the wound so she wouldn’t lose too much blood.

A quick recollection, memories of the direction the shot had come from. She growled.
“Level those houses!” she ordered, pointing at the buildings she suspected the shot to come from. This was done with tank and walker, and she hoped the sniper was dead.
She did not know that xe had already slipped away.

XXX

Coalition forces continued to push into the city. The walls had come down mysteriously, and though some troops did push through there, orders remained to continue on the main road, level any resistance with tanks and walkers, with infantry following among.

XXX

However, despite Tempest’s hit, progress was being made. Olmondo was a small enough place, hardly a city at all, and lead elements were soon approaching the centre of town. It was there that the jammer was located, a message passed on down to Siobhan, Tempest and Lyra.
Whilst Tempest was being seen to she communicated to Siobhan through the Force.
‘Got a hit, but I’ll be alright. The jammer is ahead, along with a strong Force presence. They must have a Force master there.’
She would be able to rejoin the fight eventually, but would need treatment first.

XXX

Messages were sent to Arisa Yune and Boo Chiyo to urge them to push the attack, destroy and suppress any enemy anti-air and then link up in the centre of the city.

XXX

To the rear the Coalition artillery continued a creeping barrage, targeting the biggest buildings in the city, seeking to knock out Triumvirate positions and destroy the jammer.

What they did not expect was the sudden warning from behind. With appalling speed the enemy had emerged and sped in from ground and air before they could respond.
The Coalition had indeed only sent a smaller force forward so far, but the reserves and other forces were out of position for this sudden onslaught.

Missiles struck swiftly, and nine hydra tanks, an entire company, went up into shattered fragments and fire, wiped out by the devastating fire.

Moving as they were from behind, they would soon be upon the artillery. The artillery knew what to do, it upped stakes and sped forward and away from the attack, towards the city. Their fast movement kicked up dust which would hopefully obscure targeting.

To cover the immediate rear guard was only a single company of infantry, suddenly shocked into taking cover in the dugouts and shelters formerly used by the artillery and also some mobile barricades.
Fortunately these had repulsorlifts to turn them, and they each mounted either e-webs or shattergun rotary cannons. Ten of these barricades, manned by this one company of about 150 troops stood against the overwhelming power of the enemy armoured battalion. These fifteen squads had a combination of heavy and special weapons, including some missile launchers, e-webs, mortars and flamethrowers.
They would not be able to hold out long though and would need reinforcement.

Said reinforcements were rapidly being redirected. Among the first respondents were three Typhoon artillery tanks, which turned their weapons around and attempted to drop a massive barrage onto the oncoming threat from the rear.
Tanks and walkers likewise were being redirected, and more anti-air was being brought in. They would take time to arrive however,

However, there was one surprise that the Coalition might be able to give the Triumvirate. Dropping down from the fleet above to escort a further wave were three squadrons of Manta Class Gunships. Their special engines allowed them to move in quietly, and from on high unleash a payload of proton bombs, missiles and blaster cannons on the advancing force.

The situation was still critical however.

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Coalition Forces – 1st Expeditionary Division

1st Brigade (In and around city)

• 2nd, 3rd Battalions, Coalition Infantry (varied armament). (1,200 troops)
  2nd Battalion operating inside city. 3rd Battalion in reserve outside, one company with Boo Chiyo.

[*]1st Armoured Battalion, Redeemer Battle Tanks. (27 vehicles in 3 companies of 9)

• 1st Company operating inside city. 2nd & 3rd Company outside.

[*]1st Walker Battalion, Mag'ladroth Walkers . (27 walkers in 3 companies of 9)

• 1st and 2nd Company operating inside city. 3rd Company outside.

[*]1st Iron Legion Company, Iron Legionnaires. (150 droids in 15 squads of 10).

• 5 squads inside city, rest outside.

[*]1st Company Heavy Platforms, ARGH Mobile Platforms. (9 droids, 1 heavy, 3 medium, 6 light)

• Deployed inside city.

2nd Brigade (In reserve)

• 1st, 4th Battalions, Coalition Infantry (varied armament). (1,200 troops)
  Deployed in reserve, moving to support rear.
• 1 company 4th Battalion defending rear with 10 mobile barricades.

[*]2nd Armoured Battalion, Redeemer Battle Tanks. (27 vehicles in 3 companies of 9)

• Deployed in reserve, moving to support rear.

[*]2nd Walker Battalion, Mag'ladroth Walkers . (27 walkers in 3 companies of 9)

• Deployed in reserve, moving to support rear.

[*]2nd Iron Legion Company, Iron Legionnaires. (150 droids in 15 squads of 10).

• Deployed in reserve, moving to support rear.

[*]2nd Company Heavy Platforms, ARGH Mobile Platforms. (9 droids, 1 heavy, 3 medium, 5 light)
[*]Deployed in reserve, deploying anti-air weapons.

Division Assets

• 1st Artillery Battalion, Thunderer & Typhoon Artillery. (21 Thunderers in 7 sections of 3. 6 Typhoons in 2 sections of 3.)
  Thunderers moving away from attack. One Typhoon section firing on attackers, one out of position.

[*]1st Air-Defence Battalion, Hydra & Mobile Platforms. (18 Hydras (9 destroyed), 9 droids: 1 heavy, 3 medium, 5 light equipped for AA)

• Under attack, one company destroyed.

Air Support

• 3 squadrons Manta Gunships (attack run beginning).
• 2 squadrons Avenger Fighters (in space, usable in 2 turns)
• 3 squadrons Cobra Gunships (in space, usable in 2 turns)

 

[Kei Amadis]

Location: Olomondo Inside the Ruined City facing [member="Kiran Vess"]
Allies: SSC in the City
Enemies: ST in the City
Specific Opponent: [member="Kiran Vess"]

​

Kiran surprised Amadis, he had strong conviction, acknowledgement with an equally strong nod. “Soldiers preserver. I have killed many.” Grim but resolved face facing Kiran, showing heavier years. They were the only defining traits between soldiers or mercenaries. Thankfully he had served with men and women who understood honor and personal sacrifice. Not all soliders would claim or want to claim that. There would be no debate from him about a Sith power rising or existing being good for anyone, Amadis had no time for mind games based on foolish premise. The bloody, torturous history of tens of thousands of years was enough.

“Guardians walk that line. Every day. Lives are lost. Second you stop caring that they are, you lose yourself.” That was truth of it for one resolute Guardian Master, and what made Kei who he was, saving those he could. You did everything you could, but you didn’t control the galaxy, or the fate of lives in war. The mind of the Epicanthix was a literal wall for their species. It seemed Kiran had reached him, and he would find Amadis was one of the most stubborn, hardest to move creatures in this galaxy, the reason why the darkside never touched him easily, or appealed to the Jedi Master's strong sense of self.

Amadis detached from his feelings for a time as he spoke. “Will you preserver or not.” Igniting the beam again as he saw the man’s finger tensing, but the saber was not yet moved, only in counter. “Innocent men and women have died needlessly. In trial for their deaths, those wiser than me will decide your sentence.” Kei would not be judge or jury, he never claimed to sit in judgement of others, though force-knows our stubbled half-bearded master did it plenty enough! Kei only knew the dead deserved their moment. Putting bombs to the necks of hostages in wartime, was something that needed answer.

I kill to win. “Don’t win wars.” You, "survive them", shielding those you could. Kiran had said enough to lay strong suspicion the man was responsible for using human shields, or involved with rigging the hostages with explosives. Other Jedi would need to read his mind to be sure at a later date, because Kei couldn't mind read a cat. Focus was on Kiran’s blaster. It was still his move. Explosions far behind and distant around them from the battle raging, showed it was being decided for them. The Mercenary didn’t have long if he wanted to survive this, before it overwhelmed Kei’s ability to get anyone out of here.

Gear
Tempest Jedi Armor | Power Blade Mii Knife (Hip) | Lightsaber (Hands) | MCR Rifle Ion Ammo Only (Shoulder) | 2x Stun Grenades | Basic Field Medical Kit (Pouch) | Grappling Hook/Tie/Field Rations (Belt)

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective 1
Location: Valley of the Jedi
Mission: Defeat [member="Darth Orcus"] | Advance to the Citadel
Allies In Area: [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Setzi Lunelle"] | SSC
Enemies In Area: [member="Shargon'Ta"] | [member="Haytham Kaze"] | ST

The unknown Jedi, apparently Connor’s ally, took him by surprise as he launched onto his back and off, but it was a good plan carried out quickly and with trust. As the Jedi made his move, Connor diverted quickly in his run, ready to strike any opening the Whale-Man left open from rebuffing the incoming attack.

But the Whale-Man wasn’t a Whale-Man for nothing, and he set about with his counter; another powerful expulsion of breath fused with the Force to rip up the ground and push them back. The solace Connor could take was that he was on the defensive, which meant the attack was working – sort of.

Connor’s heavy armour certainly helped keep him grounded as he was rebuffed backwards, and he dropped to his knee and made himself a compact as possible, hand out with the natural Force energy around him protecting himself from wild rock, grit and debris as the ground ripped up around them.

Connor felt the frustration in him bubbling away. Once a proud Master of the Order, now personally disheartened and battling a choice that plagued him more than ever regarding the Silver Sanctum, he was here on his knee rebuffing a Whale-Man’s Force halitosis when close allies were falling and fighting to take back Ruusan.

A man with nothing to lose was at his most dangerous, and right now Connor was feeling more dangerous than ever.

So be it, and to hell with the consequences of fighting back the Sith.

Looking up, wincing at the pain in his left arm and shaking his head to try rid the dull ache and ringing in his ears that rocked his skull, the Rogue Master channelled that feeling he had felt years before in a similar position, when he felt bottle necked in a situation there was no way out of. Channelling his pain, his anger and his resolve to succeed, he transferred his de-activated saber to his left hand and extended his right hand out and found that spark inside his gut.

The rage. The want for pain. The Dark Side.

Connor pushed up from the ground against the flurry of brown dirt and debris and launched his arm forward, palm out and expelled a painful burst of Force Lightning towards the Whale-Man. The cracking bolts of purple energy snapped from his fingers, and he held onto the pain he felt when riddled with it by Darth Arcanix on Nar Shaddaa.

Teeth gritted, he took a step forward and maintained the attack. If there was a time for others to strike, it was now.

 

[Tarrlok]

Location: Valley of the Jedi - Underpass Near the Citadel
Allies: Silver Sanctum Coalition
Enemies: [member="Darth Ophidia"] - Sith Triumvirate

Equipment: Lightsaber, Voice of the Force

She felt a sudden pulse in the Force that echoed through her, that combined with the sudden loss in footsteps. Her eyes grew wide and she turned her head over her left shoulder to see that her comrade had stopped walking behind her a few feet back. She turned completely around and looked up and down his figure...

The third Jedi apart of their company turned as well, and reached out with her words

"Are you...alright?"

But there would be no words returned, and only seconds after his body fell to the ground and his head found its own path to the gravel below. Shmi looked from side to side...seemingly unsurprised. "Keep close...we're not alone." she spoke those words in a serious matter...while she couldn't sense the presence, she knew it was there lurking in the shadows; all the more reason for her to remain alert. Though she knew she would be the one they wanted to single out...

She turned forward, and held her blade in her right hand, casting a green shadow over her figure as her face peered through the darkness. Her fellow jedi turned her back so that it was parallel with Shmi'. Both moved in tandem...step after step. Shmi could feel the tension resonating from her fellow Jedi Knight...recently promoted, never been in a battle of this caliber, and exhausted.

Squinting her eyes slowly, "Steady...calm yourself"

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Everything ground to a screeching halt as his perception of the world shrank to a single instant. His lightsaber seared toward [member="Darth Orcus"], who opened up every hateful emotion and lashed out at the galaxy with his angst. Crackles of electricity coalesced and danced around that selfsame point. The world howled in discontent as the fabric of reality cracked.

Directly where his weapon stopped inches from Orcus' head, the Force groaned and lurched, then began to splinter. All of the power of three combined Force Masters converged in one of the hidden weaknesses of the great mystery, and something far more destructive than imagination manifested.

Ephemeral light and darkness seeped outward from the broken font of power as it further ruptured and kinetic energy flowed backward and forward in fluid time with Orcus' bellow. Arcs of vicious lightning streaked from [member="Connor Harrison"] toward the nexus of power and irradiated the scene with eldritch blue light. Fury overwhelmed the battlefield as the Force itself grew and consumed itself.

Like a pulsar, the vergence bled out and burst.

The impact sent Alkor flying. There was no stopping it. He was unconscious before he even went airborne. The lightsaber flew off in another direction altogether, dismissed by a phenomenon beyond comprehension. Alkor most likely had not realized just how horrific a Shatterpoint he had sensed, but it was too late to stop.

His body hit the ground and rolled several times before it smacked against the dirt and he lay motionless.

His lightsaber hit the ground nearly a mile away, rolled, then came to rest. Perhaps when the battle ended, Alkor would stir. Until then, there was nothing he could do. Darkness had swallowed him whole.

His dreams were of immense pain.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Summary: For those don't want to read this in its entirety... Triumvirate communications jamming has been disabled. (Though if you're inside the city, you should read)

Location: Olmondo
Allies: [member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Lassiter"] | [member="Kiran Vess"] | [member="Laguz Vald"]
Enemies: [member="Tempest"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Kei Amadis"] | [member="Charlyra Araano"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Cathbodua"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]

"We've got incoming!"

"Tracking multiple bogies out of the west. Standby..."

Though Cameron had just stepped inside the command center, he could already feel what approached Olmondo. He found it rather interesting that the peace-loving, life-respecting Silver Jedi had, apparently, only come here to wreck havoc on a world that had suffered not under the control of the Sith Triumvirate. Ashmedai was quite certain their reasoning was something akin to 'Well we can't just let a Sith government swell to have control, they must be abolished'. In his many years among the galaxy, there had always been one rhetoric that bored him, and it almost always came from those supposedly charged to be the defenders of peace.

Sure - he'd committed atrocities in his past...even recently. The Sith Lord's methods and those of his associates were indeed harsh and calculating when required to accomplish an objective leading to a larger goal. Power was a motivation for many, control for some. It didn't matter. Power was what everyone in the galaxy desired. The power to shape the galaxy in their own image. So...the Jedi were here to enforce their own will on the planet of Ruusan, no doubt because they thought they could do it better.

Yet - the Sith Triumvirate did not employ Jedi or those categorically opposed to the methods at the heart of their charter to accomplish its tasks. The Coalition, by the movements of the Force in and around Olmondo, apparently only wanted victory at all costs. A thin smile touched Cameron's lips as he watched the officers in the command center do their best. The city had been evacuated of civilians for the most part, ushered into various other locations the instant sensor arrays throughout the system had detected the imminent arrival of the invasion force. The Sith Lord wondered if the Coalition had ever paused to think why such a move would be taken.

Doubt it.

"Vampires in the air!"

"Colonel. Status on the anti-air emplacements?"

"Lord Ashmedai..." The Colonel had neither seen nor heard the large Sith Lord enter, and he rather hated how the man seemed to always lurk in the shadows. "Uncovered and raised as ordered. It's just...well tracking targets is rather difficult right now."

Cameron stepped out of the shadows with a thin smile settled upon his lips. "Perfectly fine. Command the systems to override and engage in the direction of the hostile tracks."

"Sir that won't be very eff---"

An icy glare cut off the rest of the man's retort.

"As you command, sir. Tactical! Engage tracks one through sixty with heat."

"One through sixty with heat, Tac copies. Guns, batteries release on mounts 5-1 and 5-2, set 5-3 and 5-4 to auto." Simply put, the two defensive batteries within range of [member="Arisa Yune"]'s forces would engage but were effectively just firing into the general direction on manual control. The remaining two batteries were operating in the automatic mode and would only engage positive targets on the eastern sector of the city.

Stepping towards a terminal, Cameron picked up a communicator and issued brief instructions. "Deploy them."

A pause.

"Yes. I'm quite positive." No sooner had the Sith Lord terminated the connection than one squadron of Hades-class Gunships and two squadrons of Diathim-class Interceptors made final preparations for departure from one of countless Triumvirate vessels orbiting the planet.

"Sir, we're getting reports of Jedi top-side dismantling ambush points."

Silver-green eyes did not even bother to look at the Colonel. "You don't say..." Though his words were dripping with sarcasm, the Sith Lord forced his presence across the city until he felt the metaphysical existences of [member="Lassiter"] and [member="Ameli Trahir"]. With force but not brutality, Cameron pushed his way inside of their minds and allowed the deep tamber of his voice to echo moderately in their brains. There is a Jedi dismantling ambush positions. Deal with it.

Now...Cameron departed the room to return to the surface. The outskirts of the city in the vicinity of the main road was his destination.

I like fireworks.

As he departed, he heard a flurry of reports about the planned Triumvirate support wave inserting outside the city. All was unfolding as had been planned.

------
Above Ground

Though the Coalition's push through the city seemed to be going rather unchecked, Triumvirate troopers maintained positions of advantage. As the enemy forces attempted to pass down streets, they would find barricades put into place to slow their advance...choke points designed to make for easy ambushes. Incendiary devices exploded almost every couple of seconds as the Triumvirate clearly showed that the buildings of the city were of little import.

Then suddenly anti-air batteries erupted into a continuous volley of alternating fire. Countless tell-tale streaks of missiles rocketed over the city before the warheads impacted in four specific locations. The Republic's apparent tactic of overkill had successfully wiped out the communications jammers on the surface. Fortunately, for the Sith Triumvirate, communications in general remained largely unaffected given the reality that Satellite Communication was the preferred method to keep elements across the planet aware of the tactical situation.

Spoiler

NPC Forces Enroute

12 x Hades-class Gunships
24 x Diathim-class Interceptors

 

[Subject 37]

Olmondo: Inner City
Allies: ST and Saeva
Enemies: [member="Kei Amadis"]

Okay.

Clearly, someone was delusional here.

There was arguing, and then there was wasting time. Kiran knew that in a few minutes this Jedi would be receiving some reinforcements, and telling from the sounds of nearby explosions and the ground trembling it was obvious that those minutes were going by rather quickly. He shifted slightly once last time, though again his stance was more defensive then offensive, the bright burning blade of plasma being something he was weary of. His armor worked against lightsabers, but only for so many strikes before it began to wear out. The Mercenary had to be careful. He frowned for a moment, then flexed the fingers on his off hand, his mask shifting half to the left as he eyed the man.

There wasn't any warning for Kiran's sudden jump of action, there was no final closing words, no threat, that would have just given him away. Instead his fingers moved, an almost unnoticeable twitch as his hand suddenly scrunched into a fist and then pulled back. The Grav-glove, the weapon that emulated the powers of a Jedi would suddenly, and with a very powerful grip, latch onto Kei's lightsaber and wrench it back with Kiran's full force.

At the same time Kiran squeezed the trigger of the blaster.

The bolts flew out in an instant, though the only tell that they did so was a tiny, muffled pfft that exited from the tip of the blaster barrel. Three soundless, invisible bolts surged forward towards the Jedi, two aimed at his chest and one aimed at his head.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

VE-HIC-ULAR WURFUR

Location: ~4km outside Olmondo City, the desert
Allies: [member="Cameron Centurion"]
Enemies:
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Tempest"]

“Commander, enemy’s setting up mobile barricades.”

Mobius snorted.

“Have CAS hit them with strafing runs. We’ll go around them.”

Several dropships swooped low, blaster cannons firing furiously, ripping up mounds of earth along with anything else in the way. The mechanized infantry battalion split into two sections and flowed around the flanks of the barricades. The major downside of the barricades was that they could only fire at anything approaching directly from the front. Incoming fire from e-webs and shatterguns whistled or hummed past, some struck true denting or leaving scorching pockmarks in the armor of the leading tanks, but hitting any target moving at three hundred and thirty kilometers per hour was a difficult proposition at best, let alone with close air support fire raining down around their ears.

A lucky AP AV round streaked out and lanced a passing APC, penetrating through one side and out the other. Smoke billowed from the interior.

They briefly opened fire with anti-personnel weapons as they surged past: tanks with their swiveling four dual rotary blaster cannons and APCs with streams of 13mm slugs from dorsal popup turrets, enough suppressing fire that the company would either have to find some sort of cover or be cut to ribbons. The battalion didn’t slow down for an instant.

“Break break break. Commander, this is Nern HQ. Sensors are picking up 12 inbound bogeys from orbit. They’ll be at your location in t-minus one mike, over.”

“Nern HQ, this is Commander D’iq, I copy, over.”

The Myrmidon switched to the frequency of the air support. “Flight lead, this is Commander D’iq, pull back and engage incoming bogeys with half the Pyrrhuses.”

“Copy that, Commander.”

12 Pyrrhus-class dropships pulled away to engage the incoming Manta vessels. Though the Silver fighters might be quiet in atmosphere it wouldn’t help much when radar came into play.

The Coalition’s mobile artillery could only move at 60-70kmh. The same was true for the reserve Redeemer MBTs heading to reinforce them. Coalition air support was inbound from orbit, but unless they simply tried to blow through the Pyrrhuses - risking heavy casualties in the process - they would be severely delayed.

This meant several things.

First, the Triumvirate mechanized battalion would be on the artillery in a handful of seconds and there wasn’t all that much the Coalition could do about it. Second, the reserve brigade could field an impressive number of infantry, but they had no infantry fighting vehicles to speak of, which meant they could only move at the top speed of a soldier running in full kit. Worse, the brigade had both Redeemer tanks and large walkers. The walkers could only move at a pitiful crawl compared to the tanks.

Thus, the Coalition reserve brigade had a couple options. They could elect to have the tanks keep pace with the infantry and the walkers, thereby maintaining unit integrity, but sacrificing the artillery and remaining Hydras in the process as they would not be able to reach them before the Triumvirate battalion. Or, they could have the Redeemers rush ahead at their top speed, breaking away from the rest of the brigade to maybe reach the artillery in time to make a difference.

However, Mobius D’ik did not intend to give them any time to deliberate.

“Fire!” He roared into the comm.

The fifteen Lykos-class main battle tanks targeted the anti-aircraft platforms and mobile units with their heavy laser cannons, each the equivalent of a single AT-AT chin laser. They spat forth solid lancets of hot plasma that shrieked through the air.

By this point, the Triumvirate battalion had spread out into a flanking formation, with two prongs moving toward either side of the artillery’s flanks. Tanks and APCs maintained wide spacing. The APCs slowed for long enough to disembark their troop complement and hundreds of Koodan marines streamed out, armed with PLX-1s, sonic cannons, and a range of more conventional small arms. They sought cover behind any rocky outcropping they could find.

Above them, the 12 Pyrrhus-class dropships that had not engaged the Mantas fired on the artillery with light torpedoes, while the 16 Dreadhawk gunships took a more disconcerting approach. They climbed high into the air and around, mirroring the encircling tactics of the battalion below, declining to near the AA emplacements and moving to intercept the Redeemers. The Dreadhawks blurred down upon the Redeemer tanks, each dropping a single seismic charge on the tank formation below.

Ideally, the Dreadhawks’ attack run would happen at the same time the Lykos tanks ripped into the AA units, thereby negating much of the risk, but war had a funny way of taking a commander’s best hopes and dreams and crushing them into dust.

x720 Herglic Marines in Koodan-class armor.
x4 Myrmidons
x48 Vornskr-class APC
X15 Lykos-class MBTs
x16 Dreadhawk Gunships
x24 Pyrrhus-class dropships

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Valley of the Jedi
Engaging: [member="Haytham Kaze"]
Gear: 2x blue lightsabers, Sasori Armor, Ranger Shotgun, AI Wrist Blaster, 1x standard Vibroblade

Some part of her felt gleefully fulfilled as Vanitas fell to his knees, clearly shocked at the prospect of having the air manipulated from his lungs. Still, an alarm bell rang in the back of mind as she attempted to tear the life from the Sith Knight—but she silenced it quickly, buried beneath the darkness she’d worked so hard to restrain. Her eyes were open now, no longer blinded by utter infatuation. Haytham Kaze was dead.

Joza could feel Vanitas draw the dark energy to him, creating a barrier to shield himself from the impending bomb. As soon as it had struck, the pink woman collapsed to one knee, body shuddering for a few moments out of exhaustion. She was no master shaper, and it had taken a hefty amount of concentration and precision to draw the breath from her opponent. Shaping was commonly seen as a dark sided practice and her fall served to strengthen her abilities, though not without its drawbacks. A part of her was banking on him succumbing to strangulation, but this was Hayt—Vanitas. He would not go down easily.

As the flames dispersed and both Knights recovered from their expenditure, Joza felt Vanitas’ call. Rising slowly, the Zeltron halfling drew in a steady breath as she expanded to her full height. Shoulders back, head tilted forward, she focused on her opponent with deadly intensity. He may have been a Sith warrior, but this wouldn’t be easy for either of them. For the first time, she realized, she wasn’t disgusted with the presence of the dark nexus. Inhaling again, her lungs swelled with the malevolent miasma she felt radiating in the Force before pushing off on her heel.

For a moment it may have appeared that she was rushing Vanitas—she’d even drawn her saber, keeping the azure blade down and angled closely to her body. Reaching the fissure that Jericho had created, she vaulted over it, soaring above the enemy and landing a good few meters from him. Giving the blade a sharp twirl, she held it out with a flourish and a cordial smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Approach, my dear Vanitas.”

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: Valley of the Jedi.
Engaging: [member="Joza Perl"]

For a moment, there was doubt that the Zeltron wouldn't come across the fissure, that she wouldn't face him in lightsabre combat, something that he excelled at. Even in his early days as a Jedi Padawan he had faced off in a tournament against other Jedi and had remained undefeated, that is, before it came to a sudden end. A disappointment that only he had seemed to feel, but when those burning orbs watched the not Jedi Jedi Knight before him, he knew it had all been leading up to this point.

Lifting the Gun of Command's holster off of the floor through the Force, he replaced the Gun to where it belonged before he tied it around his upper thigh. Twisting back around to face his opponent, his black robe concealed most of his person. Twirling the saberstaff in his hand, he stalked back and forth as his eyes calculated a plan of attack.

He knew he was stronger than Joza Perl physically, and with her usage of the shaping, she was weakened, even if the Dark Side fuelled her now... It would begin to tax her.

Deactivating the bottom side of the saberstaff, he stepped towards Joza, before suddenly closing the distance with a burst of the Force. An easy slash across her body from her left shoulder to her right hip was impending. It wasn't often that he used his right hand for combat, but there was still apart of him, unwittingly that didn't want to utterly crush the woman before him.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Valley of the Jedi -> Netherworld
Those Nearby
1st Fight | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Haytham Kaze"]
2nd Fight | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Loray Tares"]
3rd Fight | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Connor Harrison"]
Bystanders | [member="Dagorn"]
Equipment: Koodan battle armor | Sith Aspis | Grabthar-class Breaching Hammer

The atmosphere seemed to rush out all at once, sucked into a single compressed sphere of matter in a microsecond, then all that energy erupted outward in a repulsing wave of sheer power that knocked Orcus clean off his feet and sent him flying.

The very air warped and twisted, folding in upon itself as the very fabric of reality tore open. A hole in time, twice again as Orcus’ was tall, and slitted as a cat’s eye. The howling wind from Sith’s maw now swirled ‘round with the lightning from the Jedi, drawn in around the tear, an enveloping stormy nebula. The malevolent tornado of energy swirled, a pillar of dust-laden wind that flashed with lightning.

The Herglic Sith flailed about, helpless as hurricane force winds tugged at him, bludgeoning him into the valley floor once, twice, caught in the twister’s pull. All was pain and he could do naught but clutch desperately to his shield, greatsaber already lost in the gale. Unholy lightning flashed out and struck the shield again and again, drawn to the alchemical magnet as a moth to flame. The shield grew hot to the touch, but Orcus gripped it tighter, determined not to let go.

The storm sucked him deeper into the middle of the nebula. What he saw there filled his pain-hazed mind with dread. A seam in the universe, a gateway from this life unto the next. Floundering, he hurtled through the tear in reality.

The red dirt rushed up to meet him. He slammed into it hard, bouncing, then rolling to a stop. The Sith Lord let out a groan. The agony was such that he could not distinguish bruise from broken bone. Orcus gnashed his teeth, drawing upon the Dark Side for strength, equal parts fear and anger. Slowly, he got to his feet and gained a glimpse of his surroundings.

Nothing but desert, far as the eye could see. No howling, lightning-filled nebula. Nothing but the slowly closing rift in the sky. Orcus’ eyes flared wide and he stretched out a flipper toward the rift.

“No,” he whispered, realizing for the first time what he smelled, what he felt.

The taste of copper and sulfur suffused the air and choked the senses. The entire desert shimmered like water beneath oppressive heat’s cruel mirage. Alll around blades sprouted like weeds from the sand, a vast field of them.

“What have you done…”

Not back in this place, where he had spent those awful years, an eternity of torture and anguish. Every moment a nightmare. The Dark Lord had brought him back. Twice. And now here he was again.

Pure, unadulterated rage cascaded up through the vents of his heart, the slumbering volcano of his might awoken at last.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: The Citadel, Valley of the Jedi
Objective: Become He Who Walks Behind.
Allies: Me, Myself & I
Allies: [member="Nima Tann"]

Preacher.

He liked that.

The lightsaber swung and swung and swung and then in its swing started to cut through the fabric of Carach’s current reality, but that was the entire thing about realities and mentalists, wasn’t it?

What was real, what was surreal and what was completely fictional… you never really knew until you got punched straight in the face with it.

And even then you couldn’t be sure.

There was no sudden friction from dismembering limbs, no resistance in the form of armor.

Just air.

In that crux of the moment, that… shatterpoint did Carach act with no more hesitation or wonder. The full frontal force of his mind would ram itself into hers, trying to break through her defenses, trying to take advantage from the sudden surprise, trying to end the fight before it truly happened.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Obj: Stop the kid from getting herself killed or captured, also don't get sucked into the Netherworld... again.
Location: Valley of the Jedi.
Allies: [member="Joza Perl"]
Enemies: [member="Haytham Kaze"]
Nearby: , [member="Darth Orcus"], [member="Jericho"] [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Loray Tares"]
Equipment: 2x Lightsabers, 15x Vibrodaggers, Jung-jii Fiber Armor, belt with number of pouches for seeds



Solan was not a fighter, his body was not that which could hold its own against what was essentially a monster of metal that now turned its eyes on the two of them and full well knowing this he made a decision that would probably be seen as cowardly. Hell to be fair that was exactly what it was and as his hands dropped to let two sabers find his hands, his body turned and ran across what remained of the earthen shield he had made a number of moments before. He knew that [member="Jericho"] should be able to hold his own, assuming the Jedi was as good as he had been led to believe and if that was the case he had a more important issue to focus on than getting out classed physically.

Someone was slipping a bit too far, even for his comfort zone and she was getting reckless in her attacks. He still believed she could win this, but he was not going to let her get maimed or killed just so she could kill her boyfriend. And if there was anything that he was not going to see happen oddly enough, was her falling so far as to harm the one she cared about with a smile. No sane being could live with themselves after that and while the darkside could be used for good... she didn't understand how far was too far yet and that would mean her actions could bring her harm that could not be healed. So as she charged, and as Haytham started to move so that he would meet her, Solan abandoned all focus on [member="Loray Tares"] to put every ounce he had gathered up at the moment into his body to speed him up and to stabilize his muscles so that he could fight two blades.

Now, what he was expecting was to be able to knock [member="Haytham Kaze"] to the side with a blast of force energy, and to be able to reach [member="Joza Perl"] before she decended on her former love. Assuming he ccould get there in time, he knew that it would play out in one of two ways, A: He stopped them from fighting to ensure one of them leaves the field while he deals with the second one in what ever way is necessary... what worried him was the second option. There was a chance, considering Joza's emotions at the moment, that she might attack Solan for interfering and in that case he would need to fight off both Haytham and Her without harming either of them significantly. That was something he wasn't confident he could accomplish considering his relatively poor proformance with a blade compared to other masters.

Of course he still had his Pyrokinesis and plants if he needed them, but each presented him with only usefulness as long as he was able to focus. And while he was normally proficient at doing so, he had wasted a decent amount of energy dealing no damage what so ever to mister Black Knight.

So his focus aimed itself on the two lovers, reaching out with one hand to blast Haytham with the force, hoping to send him to the ground and away from the fissure as his body shot itself over the Fissure too, aiming to land and push his body to intercept Joza. The Distance was like a mile compared to the distance between the two combatants, his body pushing itself to close what was still a short break between their fights in as little time as possible. Should this work though, his blade would turn and meet Joza's, out of breath and smiling. "Red. Wake the Feth up and stop trying to kill someone you care about. Otherwise i might have to inform Old man Jericho over there or your father about this fling of yours."

Little did he know though, Alkor had just decided to open a rift in space and time, sending himself and whaleman to the Netherworld... and no doubt starting to drag on the others around him as well as his breath was released as a sigh once more. "Time to run Red, ill grab your boyfriend."

Of course, those words would only be spoke had he been able to reach the two in time and not been seconds late to see them clash blades once more. If he was the few seconds too late he would try to separate them both instead of being able to stop them before their clash. His hands would fish out a few seeds which he would throw before him before discharging the force into them and after a number of seconds they would reach out, aiming to look for the two lovers and grab them, trying to restrain them completely. This action would only be done should he not make it to the two before their sabers would meet, if not, then the first set of events would unfold.

(You two choose if solan reaches you guys or not before you clash again.)