The Eighth Battle - Coalition Invasion of Triumvirate Ruusan

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Valley of the Jedi
Enemies: [member="Solan Charr"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bISJ2zi1zQ​

Though the wind effected his gassy body his central mass remained ground on top of [member="Solan Charr"]'s over all body. Was it scary for him no. Not by the looks and Solans sadness rivaled Shargons equally. These were both extremely depressed people but could this human take his pain and sadness to the next level? Shargon could and would. No one had pain like him and no one would! Gathering his energy and senses the collective mass of gas suddenly wisped into Solans internal body via force speed. Something that was dangerous for the Filar-Nitzan to use on many levels. His body could not take the intense speeds. So as the black smoke traveled down into the humans lungs it ceased to exist and the battle the had begun was over in a matter of seconds.

Ripped part on a atomic level by his own hand. Apon dissipating into oblivion Shargon'Tas force presence echoed one last time. Now there was no saddness and depression compared to his own. He had lost the will to exist and ended himself.


The problem with Shargon was life itself and every aspect. There was no point anymore. No friends, Family killed or scattered in to the wind. Was, Faimine, destruction, chaos, death. The universe he lived in was not worth living in. The universe was fake and never real in his mind. Thus he, in his mind was also never real. A ghost in the machince of society filled with actors spamming with this propaganda.

No more... Now ... and Forever....

 

[Aithne Charr]

Obj: PVP with them Sith.
Location: Valley of the Jedi.
Allies: [member="Jericho"] [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: [member="Shargon'Ta"]
Observing: [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Darth Orcus"], [member="Haytham Kaze"]
Equipment: 2x Lightsabers, 15x Vibrodaggers, Jung-jii Fiber Armor, belt with number of pouches for seeds


For a moment, Solan experienced a glint of his own fear, feeling the being try to force itself down into his lungs and his eyes widening ever slightly being that he had not expected this. The control he had was breaking in that moment for a second but soon the rush slowed, and he could sense it almost instantly. The being that had been this smoke was gone, it had killed himself so that it could take out Solan but even that wasn't going to removing him from the battlefield.

It did scare him for a few moments though as he was forced to focus on getting the smoke out of his mouth and lungs, and that did more than enough to make him cough. He would not pass out, the smoke had not restricted his airways long enough and thanks to him setting up Breath control he would not have to worry about suffocating. That didn't mean the actions didn't shock him and his throat was on fire as he coughed and tried to focus again on the area around him... and the fact that he was standing there with his illusion gone.

It would take too much effort for him to reapply the illusion as he coughed and tried to focus his sight. It wasn't like he was defenseless, but he was being hindered heavily at the current moment considering that he had to push the smoke out through the force and through the coughing that was erupting from him. It was irritating and illogical. The Creature had killed itself and achieved what... what had that all been for... was it a vain attempt to try and kill him. He wasn't sure at all.

Only then did his eyes return to the newly arrived forms and those still conversing. He needed to focus, Joza might need help soon, or worse he might have to stop Harrison or Jericho from interfering before her choice was set in stone.

(RIP: Shargon... You pretty much confused the poodoo out of solan on a level he cant understand as to why he basically commited suicide. Not to mention scared him when he suddenly found smoke hitting his lungs.))

 

[Haytham Kaze]

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

Darth Vanitas looked upon Joza as she spoke. His golden eyes burned, as she spoke of Matsu Xiang-something. It wasn't a name he knew, and that much should've been evident as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What was she even talking about? But then, she had the nerve to question the morals of not only his Master, Darth Orcus, but his own as well.

If there had been something the Herglic Sith Lord had done to sway his opinion on a matter, was how to deal with his enemies. Instead of being a mere brute and wiping out an entire species, he had suggested a more... Personal way of harming them. An idea that he hadn't agreed with at first, and still didn't, but if there was going to be option, it may as well have been the one that his Master suggested. After all, he had been a Sith Lord much longer than Haytham had been a Sith.

"Don't talk about the Code of the Sith as if you can even understand." His black mane shook again as he unclipped the saberstaff from his belt. "You want me to be honest with you, but then you expect me to believe you will fight with those who would have me dead one moment, and then protect me from them another." His fists clenched over the lengthy staff's hilt. "Unlike you, Orcus is one of the three leaders of the Sith Triumvirate. He has promised you protection from the other Sith and you cast it aside as if it were meaningless."

Before his thumb could actually meet the ignition button of his weapon, the Force push left from the Zeltron and struck him in the chest, casting him backwards, head over heels for a moment before he slid to a stop in a three point stand.

Even if he did acknowledge the words that she spoke in his mind, he elected to ignore them. "Yes..." He said in a low voice, more to himself than anything as he rose to his feet. Casting the bottom half of his black robes out of the way of his legs as he stood up to his full height. "Bring your legions of Jedi and expect me to believe you."

Snap-Hiss.

"Come then." He said as the sapphire colour of his lightsabre extended to it's full length on either side.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Location: Approaching Olmondo
Allies: [member="Tempest"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Kei Amadis"] | [member="Charlyra Araano"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Cathbodua"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]
Down With The Sithness: [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="Lassiter"] | [member="Dak Canton"]
Arms & Equipment: Robes (Mask), XJ9 (left forearm), Sniper Rifle (Scope) (Ammo 1) (Ammo 2), Amphistaff, Hold-Out Blaster
NPCs for Story Fluff: Coalition Infantry (1 Company or x150 NPCs, 5 platoons divided into 30 squads of 10)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mp433n4KzDA​

Well, this was different.

The Jedi, usually content to meditate and drink tea while the galaxy karked itself to hell around them, had gone on the offensive. Such behavior was atypical of the intelligence assessments of both the Order of the Silver Jedi and the Levantine Sanctum. And he knew that because he'd been one of the Primeval's Bleeding Sun agents compiling those reports. In both instances, defense had taken precedence over offense. With the Levantines going so far as to remain largely neutral toward the Jedi-Sith War taking shape in the Core Worlds and Mid-Rim Region. But the Coalition of the two factions seemed to be moving in an oddly political direction toward that area of conflict. Odd, because it didn't match anything either group had done before. They'd seemed to be nesting in the Outer Rim.

Then again, he was eleven. So what did he know?

The Coalition dropship offered no transparisteel view out over the world in which they were now falling. But he could see it nonetheless. Seated in a lotus position, entangled with a serpentine biot slithering through the folds and layers of his robes, the young Pantoran closed his eyes and saw the world around him with a sight unclouded by the illusion of peace. A thin layer of frost had formed over the durasteel grating around him, as a chilling aura seemed to permeate the boy's slight frame while he thought of the Sith.

Oh, he knew the Sith quite well.

If for no other reason than the fact that he was Sith. He might have denied it for a time, but that incident with the tarentatek on Korriban had done much to reacquaint the lad with the Dark Side of the Force. He was certain that he didn't know what the Jedi or the Coalition's thoughts or hopes for Ruusan might be, he merely knew that they were voyaging now to a place controlled by the Sith. And that fact alone awakened an anger and hatred that kindled a growing power inside the young monstrosity.

The boy was arriving with reinforcements sent from the Citadel on Rhen Var. The Jedi had probably been expecting [member="Théodred Heavenshield"], but Théo had responsibilities to the Silver Watch and the padawans in its care now. So Boo had volunteered to help reinforce the Coalition's forces. Now, you would think that the Jedi would have concerns about sending a Sith to fight other Sith...

...asking a Sith to do anything for them really...

Well, maybe not the fighting other Sith part. Sith did sort of eat their own. The whole 'Rule of Two' and advancement through assassination schtick. The best and worst thing that the young Pantoran had ever done was to murder his own master, because in doing so he affirmed everything that his master had taught him. Strength through passion. Victory through power.

The Force would free him.

Just like the Coalition would free Ruusan.

He felt the presence even before the sound of heavy boots on metal grating announced the approach of a soldier. Rearing up over his left shoulder, the dragon-head of the Yuuzhan Vong creation gave a low, rumbling hiss-roar that caused the man to take two steps back. Reaching up a hand, the boy casually directed the amphistaff's attention away from the soldier, so that the man could speak at ease.

Or, at least, as much at ease as one could in the presence of a known Primeval agent.

"We haven't been able to make contact with the Coalition forces on the surface."

Of course not. Jamming communications would be the first thing any enemy would do. Doubtless the Coalition were working on ways to jam the Sith communications as well. The fog of war was a mere reality of conflict. One in which technology was as much an illusion as the peace the Jedi sought to create. Instead, the Jedi had paved a road to hell with their good intentions. A road along which the boy could feel the fear within this man.

And he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a good feeling. Fear. Anxiety. Despair. The futile struggle against the harsh reality that was mortality itself, like a plague upon a mind that was otherwise rational and yet... refused to accept the prospect of its own inevitable end.

Turning his head slightly, the boy spoke softly as he said, "Proceed with..."

Familiar.

The boy paused, his head jerking forward as he sensed it. Something... known. Someone known to him. It was a presence, as powerful as it was remarkable. "Ciardha Ren..." The name dropped from his lips before he'd been cognizant of the recollection. Memories of Dosuum trickling through his mind as doubt mingled somewhere through the boy's meditations.

"Sir?"

The question drew the boy back to when and where he was. "Nothing," the child offered cryptically, before dismissing the soldier with a simple order. "Proceed with the landing."

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Valley of the Jedi
Allies: ???
Enemies: ???
Objective: ???
Gear: 2x blue lightsabers, Sasori Armor, Ranger Shotgun, AI Wrist Blaster, 1x standard Vibroblade

Joza visibly grimaced as [member="Darth Orcus"] spoke, but she didn’t turn to him. Instead, she remained focused on [member="Haytham Kaze"], though her resolve visibly wavered. The slackened grip she had on her saber hilt tightened suddenly as she shook her head again. “I don’t know what he’s doing here. Common interests? Fooling the Silvers?” If she’d taken a closer look, perhaps Joza would have recognized [member="Alkor Centaris"] from the Brotherhood meeting, but his Force signature was not immediately familiar to her. “Use of the dark side doesn’t guarantee Sith. There are Silvers who use it. Call them liars if you must, but it is what it is.”

Her face twisted into a scowl at the mention of the orphans. “Don’t try and play the sympathy card. What happened was a tragedy. I doubt the Coalition had anything to do with it, and trying to pin it on them won’t do you any good.” Her voice was tinged with irritation, gaze tightening as Haytham rode her Force Push back and landed neatly.

“Understand? Isn’t that what you wanted me to do?” She paused, visibly upset when he brought up his next point. “I don’t know, Haytham. I’m just trying to make this work, I—“ She paused, exhaling suddenly as he lit both ends of his saber. She studied the weapon for a few moments before her eyes found his own.

Why are you doing this? Why are you making me choose?

“No legions.” Brushing her thumb over the ignition of her saber, a blue beam sprung to life. “Just me.”

The current of wind rotating around her body gathered down to her heels, allowing the Zeltron to push off with an explosive speed towards Haytham. “He’s going to use me against you, Haytham. Why else would he suddenly just take an interest in me?” Her left hand would extend and shoot a torrent of flame, aimed to encircle Haytham rather than make a direct hit as she rapidly approached.

Feinting a strike towards his left shoulder, Joza suddenly jerked to the right, mindful of the other end of the staff as she did so. Her body would move swiftly, perhaps even hovering a tad as she gathered the wind to her feet. Quickly, she’d lower her dominant hand and call her saber from her right hand to the left, intending to catch him off guard with the sudden change. As she attempted to maneuver her way around him, her saber would aim to cut a swath from his hip to his shoulder blade with a tight upward slash. Her right hand, now unoccupied would ball up into a fist and jam toward his stomach.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Valley of the Jedi
Allies: Me, myself, I
Enemies: [member="Darth Orcus"]

When the massive whalekin indicated him, Alkor narrowed his eyes.

Everything was a lie. From the faux sadness to the swirling darkness that hid true motive, the Herglic smacked of the most diabolical type of Sith. His mewls of hurt assailed the Zeltron woman who focused only on one man. "Are you finished?" the Corellian asked. "I fight for no one, Sith. We share a common enemy. That is all."

The thrum of his weapon leveled as Alkor spun it in a tight arc and took a step forward, between the convened Jedi and the Dark Lord. "If they come between the Destroyer and his prey, they will find an equal measure of my mercies." His gaze moved over [member="Connor Harrison"] before he turned back to regard Orcus. "Go play at Liberation, Jedi. Leave murder to the killers."

As Joza and Haytham faced off, the falsified passion left Alkor's face. Dusty wind blasted his face, and the familiar cold of darkness permeated the Valley of the Jedi. Something was wrong with this place. Something evil crept beneath the surface. Perhaps the Jedi could not feel it? That would make sense. The darkness often blinded those who did not openly traverse its depths. He studied the features of his foe for a long moment before he spoke.

"You will fail here," he drawled. "Your machinations will turn to dust, and be forgotten."

Alkor gripped his weapon tightly and expelled a hot breath. "That is the destiny of the Sith."

 

[Haytham Kaze]

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

Senses enhanced, he was ready when she came towards him with that burst of speed. The Force sense he was using long ago to feel the loss of life and the approaching Jedi was still in effect as he lunged backwards when she came towards him, the Force allowing him to move faster than humanly possible. When the flames came towards him, they had encircled him rather than directly attack him. He let that happen seeing as they didn't directly affect him -- for now.

The entirety of the double-bladed lightsabre spun in his left hand as the plasma beams on either end became a blur as if to make a shield in front of him. It was a weapon that few knew how to fight against, or at least, that's what he assumed due to his lack of viewing it in past battlefields. Regardless, the front part, came around from behind the right side of his back after being traded to his right hand, the same part that found itself turning counter clockwise to the strike at his left shoulder, was met with nothing as she jerked to the right and away from the would be jarring defense.

Despite the sudden change of her lightsabres, he spun along with the saberstaff, his feet carrying him to the spot that she had been in previously as her own blue lightsabre cut a line through the back side of his robe, barely scathing his armour before the back end of his saberstaff came around and pressed with her lightsabre, aiming to hold it down as she went to punch him in the stomach. While he simultaneously aimed to crack her across the forehead with both hands on the staff, moreso to knock her back as she made connection with his gut. But, due to the armour that he bore, he barely crumpled as he leapt up into the air, saberstaff held behind him as he twisted whilst he was off the ground, aiming a rough kick in the centre of her chest.

He didn't use full force. With that suit of armour, it amplified his strength times five, he was certainly he would kill her without the armour if he kicked her like that, with his full strength and armour, he would likely send his foot through his chest. He only applied enough force to knock her off her feet, maybe even wind her little.

 

[Kei Amadis]

Location: Olomondo Inside the City
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Charlyra Araano"] | [member="Tempest"] | [member="Cathbodua"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Arisa Yune"]
Enemies: [member="Kiran Vess"] | [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Lassiter"] | [member="Dak Canton"]
Specific Opponent: TBD
NPC Allies: Background Fluff. Unless he's engaged vs NPCs.

[member="Kiran Vess"]

Ion rounds whistling over head, “I agree, and our cue.” He said to [member="Cathbodua"], ready to move to support her plan for the hostages. Sadly it was not to be as more explosions rocked the hostages from the mercenaries clever trap, bodies, man, and woman going up in a blinding flash. Though the SSC had fired the rounds, it was the Sith’s dead man switch and explosives that took the lives of their hostages, none of that mattered to Kei who just felt wave of sadness at their unnecessary loss of life, because he would only learn the exact details later. What did happen immediately, was the act hardened the guardian’s resolve to remove the Sith from this planet once and for all, and bring the perpetrators to face justice for their use of innocent life as human shields in this way, @ if PR battles were to follow.

While attacking wildcard bodies were nailed by drone sniper fire, [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] ’s second ion rounds hit ground ahead of them, frying any immediate mechanical threats and mines caught in their wake. Her act give the wildcards a shield of covering artillery fire, dust and dirt kicked up everywhere. Secondary flares were fired to signal another forward push to come, and that is what happened. The aging wildcards had plenty of nice gear to take out mechanical and man made threats; gear, adaptation and guerrilla tactics being their strength, backed up by the more numerous regular SSC infantry soon hopefully following. [member="Tempest"]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

Still expecting snipers in an urban setting, Amadis had been a sniper in his early years, first ever battle against the Sith had been shooting at a Sith Lord from the high ground in defense of Tython’s temple, how things came full circle! [member="Laguz Vald"] wouldn’t find the cagey former sniper presenting many opportunities for a clear kill shot. She got a lucky break here, catching him with his pants down, and beskar bullets were going to go right through any ruined wall in the way regardless. Standing up ready to hand signal to Cathbodua, he felt the familiar incoming danger from the otherwise silent rifle. Amadis boys and their half-bearded faces often the target of people's less than friendly guns! Feeling the danger from the projectile itself, saber already out, having no idea if it was beskar, explosive, ion, armor piercing or anything else, he had no time to decide, making the instinctive call to defend himself.

Swinging his body right, a powerful djem so deflection struck the round left, being beskar it barely did much to the bullet as it passed through the beam, glanced enough from the strength of the Jedi Master's Djem So technique, to not penetrate his armor on her first try, only stagger him a step. Glancing hit sent the round behind him, and through the wall, carrying along its merry way. Hopefully taking nobodies head off!

That was when Kei knew they were in trouble, that sniper could silently hit them through the walls. Kei being Kei saw the squad, saw Cathbodua at risk and nodded, breathing deeply of the force to find peaceful conviction in what he had to do, picturing [member="Elara Wahia"]'s face among those here somewhere to protect. “Do what you can around the side to flank and find those snipers, and try to help any survivors, I’ll draw their fire.” Amadis nodded to [member="Cathbodua"], not knowing there would be few if any hostages alive. Waving his saber in defiance for the sniper as they likely began to reload and re-aim. The Master began a force assisted run through the rubble to the right, using the rubble, the speed of a Master, and the saber along his side to make himself a harder target to pin down for her, but making plenty sure she saw that saber waving about.

Laguz could ignore him of course, but then he’d be moving rapidly closer to [member="Kiran Vess"] or even [member="Cameron Centurion"] if he came down to the front lines to greet them.

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: Aid Joza | Defeat the ST | Advance to the Citadel
Allies In Area: [member="Joza Perl"] | [member=Jericho] | [member="Solan Charr"] | SSC
Enemies In Area: [member="Darth Orcus"] | [member=Shargon'Ta] | [member="Haytham Kaze"] | ST

Connor stared out to the Whale-Man Sith, giving him nothing, and instead turned to find a familiar face – Solan – going with the familiar voice of reason. Looking out towards Joza, she certainly was up against it, and while Solan spoke sense, the last thing Connor did was pander to what may be “right” in favour of protecting someone looking death square in the eyes.

Before he had chance to speak, Joza and her enemy – Haytham, a wild looking warrior – was on her and the two were engaged in combat.

Connor turned his head towards Solan.

"Then you explain why you didn’t help protect her. I won’t." He spoke aloud, but conveyed it to Solan’s mind as he had touched upon his own.

There was another – Shargon’Ta – who seemed meeker, and almost an introvert, loitering around, and Connor clocked him near to Solan.

Turning his head to the Citadel, the shroud of the Dark Side was strong, and he was getting nothing done being told to stand back. If he was a beacon for the Light, it was time to blind the dark. Looking to the Whale-Man, he noted his position too. Then, he started in a steady run skirting the combatants to the Citadel and, if it worked, may help draw some attention from the Padawan to focus on the armoured Master. If not, there would be more heads to crack along the way he hoped.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Obj: PVP with them Sith.
Location: Valley of the Jedi.
Allies: [member="Jericho"] [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: None ATM
Observing: [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Darth Orcus"], [member="Haytham Kaze"]
Equipment: 2x Lightsabers, 15x Vibrodaggers, Jung-jii Fiber Armor, belt with number of pouches for seeds


Solan's form was finally free of the chocking fit, his eyes focusing back on the others as his corruption showed clear as the sun above their heads. He debated reapplying it but there was too much to worry about right now for that to happen and he had Harrison and Jericho to stop from trying to interrupt this. He would only jump in to do as he said and that was to protect Joza. She was not a child though and she would be absolutely sure that she got the fight she deserved with a man that Solan was more than aware she cared for. He was not strong enough alone though to stop the two of them if it came to blows so he would need to do something risky to hope that it was going to work... in the back of his mind he hoped no one decided to blow up a crap ton of people while he did this.

With that thought, the guards on his empathy reached out to every creature and being around him, touching everything as a new wave of emotion found him as the hundreds struck at his consciousness. There was anger, rage, fear, sadness, pain, regret, forgiveness, love, worry, and so many more emotions that Solan could not even name some of the more primal ones that he knew all too well at this point. Once done he turned his focus on Harrison, though he did keep an eye in the back of his head on Joza, careful not to lose her from his vision.

'Joza needs to do this herself, she is not a child and im sure she can outlast the sithy that it seems has her heart Harrison. You and I both know you understand what she is probably feeling having to fight him... after all our friend has had more than a short past with the Sith herself." Solan's mind was the only thing that conveyed his own words on the subject, his head nodding towards Harrison as he waited for this fight to continue.

If he was rigt, it shouldn't last much longer, and his hands dug out a number of seeds which he dropped into the ground under him, letting them take root as they burrowed under the ground towards Haytham and Joza. IT seemed like she was able to handle herself but the Sith was stronger than he had first thought, Joza might need some help afterall. He could not fight the Whale on his own though and he needed to know where Jericho was or even for Harrison to act. If they wanted to protect Joza, they need to deal with Orcus first as Solan was busy with the vines that were hidden under the ground and heading towards Joza.

"Take out the Herglic if you want to help Joza, she can beat this Sith without a problem Harrison."

 

[Sinistra]

Location: Valley of the Jedi
Gear: Sinistra's Personal Armor,
2 sabers; 1 silver, 1 red
Opponent: [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Sorel Crieff"]

"I am no one of consequence."

She stepped to her left slowly, circling her opponent with a watchful eye towards her posture and stance. Her right hand brought her saber up, the tip readied for the coming exchange. Dust stirred at her feet, the brown silt coating her black boots, dulling their shine.

"Begin."

She kept a rather formal stance and tested Matsu's defense with a quick couple jabs with the end of saber, her tentative little jabs more akin to a fencer with a rapier than a blunt strike with a saber.

So many thoughts that circled the periphery of her mind. What would this duel bring? Would she be able to ever get a word with Carach? Only time would tell.

 

[Matsu Ike]

Location: Velley of the Jedi
Allies: [member="Sorel Crieff"]
Opponent: [member="Sinistra"]

She could feel Sorel there with her while blade moved. Quickly to match the others footwork for going around and defending more to just keep at it. Sorel was there and it looked like all three of them were duel wielders with their blades before matsu moved a little more to add some closeness. Watching Sinistra whose name she didn't really know but.. "A shame." She didn't always want to fight but sometimes it was needed as her free hand remained out there. Showing the golden bands of the tora, her finger tips and the crystal in it for absorbing energies around her. She felt the dust kick up as well as the sensations from the valley.

They might not be able to be seen or see the others, this bubble was meant to ensure privacy away from those prying eyes maybe before she locked eyes on the woman's mask. Another block observing the quicker jabs much like Domino did with her makashi attacks. Matsu stayed with it going less into revealing her skills before she stopped a moment switching her grip a little to go for a saber lock with the duel silver blades. A little pressure to try and kick up her arm while a flowing water cut along the length so she could try disabling the blade instead of slicing into the woman. Sorel's species made mental coordination with her impossible but the padawan was talented and her master was hoping she knew when and where to join in without endangering both of their lives.

Now lets see.... Matsu's thought kept going while she waited to go along with her attack towards the saber but her footing shifted a little so she was still moving to try and give Sorel an opening strike of her own. None were duel wielding just yet but that could change and could become an interesting exchange in the longer run until matsu sent a small jab of force energy. To observe and brush against her mind over trying to invade it, to try and make her more wanting to converse in a subtle way when her words came out. "Your mind is swirling, thoughts of another, of us. If there are second thoughts about some of the people within the sith. Talk with us about it, we need not fight you to the death."

 

[Pinda Solthar]

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

Equipment: Lightsaber, Voice of the Force

Soaring through the sky, she stood on the edge of the payload witnessing the battle below. She hadn't stepped foot on the battlefield since The Battle of Coruscant, there were reasons for that...she chose not to fight unless it was absolutely necessary. Though, for all the work she had done beside The Coalition, it was time she broke her silence and stepped from the shadows. The transport maneuvered through the gun fight above, she looked out to her left at another transport that was destroyed in mid-air. Being one of the few to make it through, the transport landed and released them to join the assault.

Her robes blew in the wind when their ship rose to depart, kicking up the sand and dirt. Her eyes followed the transport during its ascension, only to see it burst into flames not too long after. The explosion sent heat and debris through the air, she covered her face and ducked.

Only before that moment had she forgotten what it truly was to be on the battlefield. She was flooded with those memories from before, and found a resolve that had been burning for a long time; much too hot to be butterflies in her stomach.

She gripped her lightsaber in her right hand, saw that she was located within the proximity of two Jedi Statues, and just ahead groups scattered. The Grand Master ignited her emerald blade and ran to join the cause. Clad in her former Master' armor...she represented more than just herself.

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With every step she swung her weapon, her advancement was ferocious. She moved to the citadel along the Valley wall, deflecting bolt after bolt, leaving behind her emerald green trail. Another transport crashed just off to her far left, bursting into flames just before it made contact with the ground. She, and what few Jedi she had with her halted their advance when the wall of dust and debris blocked their line of vision. Through the darkness she would be that beacon, she turned to the others and held her lightsaber high.

She motioned with her free hand, "Come on!"

Her robes floated in the air as she sprinted towards the massive structure, which would cast a shadow that inched closer and closer as she carved her path.

 

[Sinistra]

Location: Valley of the Jedi
Gear: Sinistra's Personal Armor,
2 sabers; 1 silver, 1 red
Opponent: [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Sorel Crieff"]

"Learn to live with disappointment."

The thoughts of Sinistra were her own, and the constant invasion upon her mind from others forced her to live a very restricted life most of the time, resorting to closing that portion of herself away, keeping a blank mind whenever she wasn't actively doing things. It was exhausting to live among an array of mentalists, and Matsu was another in a long line.

She eased her blade up and around, her form not so rigid as to put her in a place where she would be endangered from Matsu's trying move. The blades parted and screeched twice more as she shuffled forward and back, pressing the attack and retreating from a parry. She lunged at Matsu's side, an easily blockable maneuver to be sure, but another step in their intricate dance.

The vocoder dropped the masking of her voice, and allowed her husky alto to issue out, only slightly magnified by the speakers.

"You are using a very reserved stance."

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Valley of the Jedi
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Allies: [member="Dagorn"] | @Shargon’Ta | [member="Haytham Kaze"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Enemies: Coalition Incursion Forces | [member="Joza Perl"] ? | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Solan Charr"][/SIZE]
Equipment: Koodan battle armor | Sith Aspis | Grabthar-class Breaching Hammer | Gun of Command | Greatsaber


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Conical teeth clacked together in clicks of frustration as the two lovers engaged in combat. Flames shot up in a circle around them and Orcus could hear the crackle of lightsabers exchanging blows. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Joza,” he boomed, rich oily bass easily carrying over the sounds of battle, “You never answered my question. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Hauum. Why do you spurn me with such vitriol, when all I’ve ever offered you was kindness and friendship?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The Herglic turned his attention away from his apprentice’s fight, leaving her to mull over those words. He watched passively as the dark sider with the raven locks told off the power armored Jedi. And, incredibly, the Jedi complied, running off in the direction of the citadel.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I thought Jedi fought the darkness in all its forms,” Orcus called after him, turning even as he spoke to regard the dark jedi, “I should know, after all. I used to be one of them. Such a hypocritical order, don’t you think?” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The Sith Lord rolled over the threats about dust unto dust like a tank over a field of wheat, utterly implacable. He shrugged one shoulder, testing the shield on his left arm: a heavy, round aegis with fine edges. As yet he held no weapon in the right flipper.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Ah, but I can feel the thrill of battle within you. You hunger for the fight. I confess, I find the circumstances of your current alliance curious. For what do you fight?” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]At a guess? Hatred of the Sith. Most dark jedi - for Orcus could only assume he was such - fought because some Sith long ago had done them wrong. Or perhaps the human merely enjoyed killing. No matter. Orcus had no wish to fight a brother of the shadows, a like-minded being who understood the power the darkness brought. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He’d fought pirates and faye cultists to keep this sector’s populace safe, to keep the commerce flowing. How did the Coalition not see that the Triumvirate fought for the greater good? True, the methods applied could be rather, severe, but the end result was the same. Mayhap they did see and simply cared not a wit, too blinded by their desire to destroy all darkness that labeled itself as Sith. Such a sad, confused bunch of brainwashed moralists. Strange, he almost expected the sheer cognitive dissonance to be giving them all a splitting headache.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]I cannot abide such profound stupidity. [/SIZE]

 

[Sorel Crieff]

@Sinistra @Matsu Ike

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7C4VAtOF9Es

They were standing in the Valley of the Jedi.

Sorel remained impassive. She was unsure if and when she should enter the fray. She was an old-fashioned kind of Jedi. Her Master hadn’t instructed her to join the fight and so she stood still, watching, learning. Too few duellists, in her opinion, took the time to watch an opponent. Spotting the tells, identifying habits and combinations the fighter favoured — most likely without even knowing they did so.

And she did not expect her Master to communicate with her mentally to step in. Due to her genetic immunity, she could receive some messages but in a combat situation, her mind was closed tighter than a drum.

So she stood there as the dance started. Dust was swirling and the two were just warming up. Sorel, for her part, stayed cross-armed, her cloak still around her shoulders and her sabers still out of view. If nothing else, she might represent a distraction to the dark-sider, who must be wondering when she’d draw her saber.

Yet Sorel simply closed her eyes and connected deeply with the Force, seeing the fight through Force Sight and mapping the terrain as she did so — checking they remained alone.

 

[Jericho]

Location: The Valley of Jedi/Citadel
Nearby Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"] / [member="Solan Charr"] / [member="Joza Perl"] / SSC/Lotus Members
Nearby Enemies: [member="Darth Orcus"] / [member="Haytham Kaze"] / [member="Shargon'Ta"] / [member="Dagorn"] / ST/OS Members
Objective: Take the Citadel -> Take down Sith that will potentially delay SSC Ground Forces


Jericho continued his charge through the Valley ramming through everything in his wake, his armor plating brushing off everything like a bug on a window. Any sith to run to stop his unrelenting rage would have their face slammed into the ground by his mighty fist. His strength was already unnaturally immense from training at insane levels of increased gravity, even more so by the serum he had stole, then amplified by the force. A blow from his easily shattered the bone of those that attempt to slow his charge to his allies in question. Jericho will not be stopped by fodder to get where or what he wants. After some time, Jericho made his way to the gathered collective force users in the area. The only thing that was one the warrior's mind at the moment, over the Sanctum's mission and everything else. For this moment in time where he was cruising to the rest, one thing was on his mind. Protect my padawan. As they all came to his scope, the warrior saw and the events that were playing out. For whatever reason, Solan stood firm doing nothing, was he planning something? Or was he merely watching as the story unfolded as if this battle was a game to him? In his reality, that may very be the case. The warrior spotted a large whale like being speaking to Joza.

The voices entered his mind once more. "See? See?! Look at this facade!" The voice giggled. "Dark souls playing heroes. Heroes saw as villains despite their intentions and all their good deeds." Jericho shook his head. "No....She isn't a fool." The sith were trying to divide individuals in the SSC and convert those vulnerable.

The whale was powerful opposition he had felt, an indefinite force of power to be reckoned with. While another in heavy armor was aiming to strike Joza Perl; His aura was similar to that of the whale. But unlike the whale, it was the presence that seemed vaguely familiar and it seemed the best scenario didn't come to pass. He didn't know his intention nor motives that may or may not have all he was witnessing, was the armored being was trying to hurt someone he had cared for. Jericho let out a powerful and razor sharp gust of air aimed at the exposed Haytham continued to make his move and slammed his foot into the ground, in reaction the earth obeyed his unrelenting and power command shaking the area violently and cause a fissure between the twisted lovers. Jericho moved elegantly back to Solan and face the opposition and readied himself for a fight.

Spoiler

Bleh post, long weekend. I know I missed a few things and I is sorry. Ill make it up next post

 

[Matsu Ike]

Location: Velley of the Jedi
Allies: [member="Sorel Crieff"]
Opponent: [member="Sinistra"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHjpOzsQ9YI​

Matsu watched her as Sinistra was seeming to do much the same she was, watching, observing and learning but more then that when the voice finally came the jedi master raised an eyebrow paying attention to her voice. "Perhaps but I do not need aggression to duel you." She flicked her eyes towards Sorel and sent a force thought while quickly flicking to the sands around them with a small look on her face. Going back to serene for the duel with the sith. Focusing on her footwork as it stayed on the ground instead of going for the quick and rapid movements. Traces of djem so as she took into it for standing and countering instead of aggressive attacks. Her saber dancing in her hands to watch the woman. "Though I must admit, your calmness is very pleasing. Most would be trying to worm their way in either of our heads, looking for something to twist." She said it while moving her blade and going back a little crouching down before leaping up for a moment A fraction of the height to twist her body and making a falling leaf strike to try and bat her saber down towards the ground. She used the force to protect herself and keep in the air with some extra hangtime so she could prepare a second slash.

 

[Joza Perl]

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

Identical blue blades hissed and spat upon contact, Joza’s brow furrowing in irritation as the blow to his stomach seemed to do less than she had imagined. While Haytham was rather powerful in build, Joza was no petite flower herself. Combine that with years of grueling training and a force enhanced cybernetic fist that was twice as strong as her natural ability, and it’s quite a feat that he didn’t suffer much. Previously unaware of the strength of his armor and possible underarmor, she could at least now calculate for how well he’d absorb kinetic impacts.

Grunting, Joza released the pressure she was placing against the end of his saber with her own, shifting to the right sharply and narrowly avoiding the blunt strike from his saber hilt and any potential follow up from the blade she’d just been clashing with. Before she could lash out at any openings, Haytham leapt upwards and hit her dead center in the chest with his boot. The heavy impact sent her stumbling backwards for a few steps, extending a hand behind her and gathering a cushion of air to break her fall and push her back onto steady feet.

[member="Darth Orcus"]’ voice rang through the din, and she growled in response to his words. The Zeltron may have played innocent with him during their meeting, and perhaps she was a bit gullible, but she was too scared to act otherwise. Her trust in Sith was very little as it was. “Forgive me if I can’t form a trusting relationship after one meeting, or even many.” Her gaze flickered back onto Haytham, sending the air she’d used to pad her fall out towards him, looping around the semi-circle of flames she created around him and adjusting it to wherever he landed. “I love Haytham Kaze, not Darth Vanitas. And you took him away from me!”

The current snapped inwards, bringing the flame with it to converge on Vanitas from all directions. It was akin to a twister of fire, rotating thanks to the layer of wind buffeting the outside. Firing a few shots from her wrist blaster towards the opening in the top, Joza steeled herself and prepared to leap towards her opponent. But then a piercing gust of wind shot towards the Sith from somewhere behind her, accompanied by the sharp crack of earth separating the pair of lovebirds, metaphorically and physically.

A familiar presence flooded her senses, and Joza didn’t even need to turn to address him. “[member="Jericho"], stay out of this! It’s MY fight!” She snapped at the man, feeling like a Padawan that needed to be babysat—not a proven warrior who had held her own against Sith and the like time and time again. As she spat the words from her lips like bitter tea, the soft amber hue of her eyes began to brighten until they appeared an intense burning yellow. Captured in the heat of the dark side, her thoughts began to scramble. Though she put on a tough front, Joza hated this to the point where she could barely stand it. Maybe, just maybe she couldn’t cut it with the lightsiders. She’d tasted the so-called freedom of the darkness, but only in small bouts. Would it be worth it, she wondered, to end this suffering and pursue her desires unhindered?

 

[Loray Tares]

Location: Valley of the Jedi
Gear: Items in profile
Allies: [member="Darth Orcus"], [member="Haytham Kaze"], @Shagorn'Ta
Enemies: [member="Jericho"], [member="Solan Charr"], [member="Joza Perl"]

Spoiler

Weapons
A pretty rifle
Stabbing thing
An artifact (hidden in the arm)
-Armor
Armor
Fabric cloakhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/31393-ael-summer-line-warden-cloak/ thing
Leather waist thing
-Other Stuff
Force Disperser
AI Wrist Blaster
Field Disruptor
Holographic Disguise Matrix
Melee Shield
VT-CERS Augmentation System

Hot metal hit the ground, wisps of smoke to the indifference of a battlefield that hadn't accepted him. Bore holes through the brains, helmets punctured six inches deep, and yet here he stood, untested and unabated. A wave crashing against rock, making the sort of damage that took eternities to measure, he simply didn't have the patience. Besides, it was hard to pay attention to proper aiming when so close to a lovers quarrel. He hadn't landed too far away from [member="Darth Orcus"] and his lot - a Herglic made for a good meet up spot, no matter where you put him. And he couldn't hear the screaming of his victims for all the sound of dissonance and confusion.

Flicking his head to the right, he was reminded of times as a child. Early thaw in Arkania, the rare events, and the first time seeing ants. And how, with one simple step in the mound, the congregation formed with all it's small and fiery anger. The snap of the lightsaber, the expression of the force, the way their mouths moved and all the passion he assumed was there. Couldn't tell what they were saying, but there was emotion there, and it had the slightest tone of metallic. Delightful.

But with the interruption, the chasm that was birthed from a footstep, Loray couldn't help but find the motivation to join the fray. After all, the lower pawns of this Silver Sanctum army weren't the sort of grit he was looking to chew on. Too soft, nutrients lacking, he dropped the magazine from the pink rifle and smoothly loaded another. He doubted he would have much time for more fireworks, might as well use it. Or lose it.

But when thought crossed his mind to pull the trigger, he instead found his hand dropping to his belt. Then to the small grenade shell nestled within the fancy gunbelt. All 40 mm's of it. Loading it into the breech, he lifted and aimed.

Squeezing the trigger, aimed straight at that stompy person and his shorter friend, he released the first shell in a moderate arch.

Thuunk.

And off it went, all 0.5 lbs of twirling metal and inner explosives. And before it could hit, he was already loading another.