Junction The Entrallen Incursion | DE & Diarchy Junction of Baltizaar and Dantooine

[Detritus Ren]

Location: Muunilinst, Financial District
Enemies: Diarch Reign



Detritus had hoped to use sheer might to break into his foe’s speeder. Eyes locked onto one another, it became clear that whoever that Ren was facing was no ordinary Force Wielder. The man tried to wrestle back control from the hulking brute, but would quickly jump from the seat of his speeder only to land on the debris strewn ground. The brute would only narrow his eyes through the thin visor of his helmet. The speeder fit firmly within his grasp, letting out a grunt in frustration did his hands tear through the hunk of Durasteel and toss the bike into the burning flames.

His attention focused back onto the mysterious force Wielder. His lightsaber activated with a hiss, the man looked at Detritus with unfaltering intensity. Detritus would pace around the man slowly, his lightsaber pulled from his belt, a snap-hiss followed the orange crackle of his lightsaber. The man before him settled into a Form V stance, while Detritus would follow in turn, his saber repositioned with the hilt close to his head, both hands firmly grasped the weathered hilt assuming his own Form V stance, though this one aimed to reflect the heavy hands needed to utilize the form.

There was a moment of silence, both eyes looked towards one another, both reading each other. The blazing orange contrasted well with his foe’s own blade. Looking at either of the two, it was clear they were both dark siders, but little could be said of they were actual Sith or they followed a different creed altogether. It didn’t matter, the two combatants stared each other down, the howl of the winds, the flames that were spreading from the ruins, the sound of lightsabers humming, and the smell of blood and ozone filled his senses.

Then at last did Detritus begin. Both hands on his blazing Crossguard blade, he attempted to launch a series of probing strikes towards his enemy. Orange and Blood-Orange blades clashed against each other in a mix of white flashes and sparks. The first few slashes were meant to test his opponent, each stroke of the blade carried the power and strength Form V was known for, but the man before him didn’t shift into the ground, but remained as still as a statue. A set of strikes aimed for either the chest, or the head were met with swift blocks.

Gritting his teeth Deteitus would try another set of strikes, this time heavier than the ones before, each strike brought a grunt from his lips, both hands tightened on the hilt of his saber as he tried to drive his opponent back and break through his defenses anticipating his enemy’s next strike and the fury that would come from him as blades clashed against each other.

 

[Antipater]

Antipater shook the muun. Not so violently as to cause him injury, but enough to rattle the banker. If he had any loose change, it would surely be dislodged. "Even now you opine on some abstracted future state... You blithering fool. Were I in your position I would be more concerned with whether I'd live to see any future at all."

It would have been so easy to kill this creature. Organic life was so frail, so tenuous, and yet Odette still wanted to pontificate. To challenge him. Were all of these muun bankers so self-assured? Was it self-assurance or were they, in fact, fanatically loyal to a financial institution, of all things? Perhaps they had used surgery to avail themselves of their natural sense of self-preservation.

Antipater could hear heavy, armored footsteps tramping down the stairs above him. He stopped rattling the muun and waited until Saltare landed right in their midst.

"It seems Inferno Squadron has arrived to convey you to safety." He did not for even a moment take his photoreceptors off of Odette. "Salutations, Commander Dothon. Our mutual acquaintance was just in the process of relinquishing his access credentials to me, that I might inspect the Banking Clan's archives. Please proceed, Deputy Director."

Antipater held out an open palm.

"Quickly. if you would be so kind."

Attn: Sossi Hallisk | Saltare Dothon​

 

[Saltare Dothon]

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Saltare fell through the center of the stairwell until he landed with a hard jolt directly next to Moff Antipater , who did not turn to look at Saltare as he addressed him.

"Salutations sir," Saltare responded to the Moff as he landed, "It seems you've beaten me to another target, and they say Droids aren't resourceful."

Saltare turned his head a fraction to look at Sossi Hallisk eyeing both the droid and himself warrily. Saltare listened as the droid informed him that the Director was currently in the process of handing over his credentials.

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"Please proceed, Deputy Director."

Antipater held out an open palm.

"Quickly. if you would be so kind."

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Saltare raised his blaster rifle so it was pointing directly at the Muun's head.

"Do as he says please, and play nicely, orders only extend so far," Saltare said to the Muun as his finger pressed against his blasters trigger.

 

[Sossi Hallisk]

/:/ Tag: Antipater Saltare Dothon
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The Muun was not surprised at the fact that Antipater disregarded the warning about the decentralization of the banks as trivial chatter. ​

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The mechanical hand wrapped around his collar began to move, shaking him down in an action that resembled a common criminal extorting a bystander for credits within the dark alleyways of Coruscant or Nar Shaddaa. ​

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Such a tactic worked, as coins trumbled from Sossi's pockets onto the ground one after the other until nothing was left to hide. He may have present a courageous facade to the Dark Imperials, yet internally, the muun harbored a profound fear that a single misstep could result in his demise at this very moment. ​

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"If you wanted our vault access so bad, you could have secured an appointment." Sossi said to ease the mood in the room, when Saltare Dothon brandished a heavy blaster in close proximity, simulating the act of pulling the trigger very near to his head. ​

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This intimidation compelled Sossi to reach into his left pocket to retrieve his access card, which he then surrendered. ​

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Fortunately for the Clan, the Chairman John Locke had the most important records transferred to Sith Space when news about the invasion was leaked by a Ruling Councilor, so all they would find is low level account numbers and data from the last three quarters on their financial performance. ​

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Muunilinst | Financial District
Tags: Detritus Ren

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His adversary was a force of nature, two titans clashing on the battlefield. It was not often the Diarch fought against another form V practitioner, and the usual savagery and brute force that he usually applied. Was in turn used against him.

After the initial exchange, neither man giving an inch, it was a brutal back and forth of speed and power, the two dark force wielders appearing evenly matched.

As the brute came down on him with heavier strikes, Reign would shift slightly, utilizing his opponents momentum against him to bat his saber away from the Diarch's body.

Fierce counterstrikes followed, utilizing the shift from stout defense to fierce offense that was the hallmark of Form V. however, they were met with the strength of his opponent as Blood-Orange sparked against the Crackling Orange of his adversary. It was a fierce dance, any mistake on the side of either man would spell certain doom.

In his turn, the Diarch utilized the force to amplify his own strikes, attempting vertical sweeping strikes like a falling avalanche, attempting to batter his opponent into the ground.

 

[Antipater]

"Consider this a walk-in," Antipater retorted. Finally, this little excursion was nearing its end. And not a moment too soon.

Scanners indicated the card was, indeed, authentic. His fist closed around it. Later, when he entered the archives, the transference of the files would prove a minor annoyance… But not an insurmountable one. There were many methods to restore such things.

And there were quite a few specific accounts Antipater wished to inspect. The droid-moff would obtain the exact intelligence he required and the work would continue. In earnest.

He released his grip on the muun and gave him a light push towards Saltare. "He's all yours, Commander. Do be careful. These creatures are fragile."

Antipater turned on a heel and began descending the remaining stairs. He was apparently proceeding directly to the archives.

Attn: Sossi Hallisk | Saltare Dothon​

 

[Detritus Ren]

Location: Muunilinst, Financial District
Enemies: Diarch Reign


Detritus didn’t expect to be met with equal strength. Blades clashed and sparks flew from both sabers, eyes watched each other trying to gage the movements of the other. It was a deadly dance of both saber strikes and the display of raw strength. Detritus was focused on his enemy completely, his yellow gaze searched for any opening, just as the man before him tried to study the technique that Detritus utilized upon his foe. As both seemed to be well versed in the art of FormV, the endless series of both strikes and parrying seemed to create a standoff between them both.

Detritus remained firm in pressing the attack, knowing the key to Form V was control of the battle, both hands clasped tightly to his saber as he attempted to push forward. However, this had only caused his opponent to shift his style and movements for the defensive, he stood his ground but allowed Detritus to keep pressing hard with his might, only to control the flow of the duel by batting the Ren’s power attacks with parry’s that push the momentum of his blade back.

A frustrated growl came from his lips. His feet pressed firmly into the ruined Duracrete as he attempted to maintain the offensive. No words were spoken by either man only the sound of clashing sabers was all the dialogue needed, as Detritus would try and swiftly press the attack only to be met by a fierce defense from the strong Force Wielder before him.

And then it began to shift. The defensive shield the man eagerly raised against the Ren’s fearsome onslaught had started to shift. This foe before him was shifting his stance, his parrying didn’t reflect that of batting away the burning blade, but instead the strikes were aimed at using the onslaught against Detritus, he was trying to use the aggression of Form V against Deteitus.

Detritus was slowly forced back onto the defensive, this time his heavy handed approach was turned back into a shield. He gritted his teeth, for the now Force augmented man was trying to drive Ren into the dirt. His boots dug into the ground, when his feet was constantly shifting so too did the ground start to move against his feet.

The Orbalisks were gnawing against him, feeding more of his rage into his body. Both hands were clasped tightly to his saber, the blade angled to the side in hopes of protecting against the man’s vicious assault. His enemy would bring the force of the saber down like a battering ram. Detritus would grit his teeth, his palms sweaty from gripping the ruined hilt too tightly. Each power strike made the Ren start to falter, his knee was bent as he was forced to kneel from the overwhelming assault.

Just as he was close from disarming the Master of Ren, did Deteitus act. A hand reached out with the Force picking up a swirl of debris and ruined speeder bike wreckage. Just as the Diarch would completely disarm Deteitus, his saber was sent flying but the Ren would swiftly counter. Attempting to send the swirl of dust and debris right towards the Diarch in order to catch him off balance.

 

[Saltare Dothon]

"Thank you, sir," Saltare said to Antipater as he took custody of Sossi Hallisk from him.

"Orders are orders, Director," Saltare said as he and another member of Inferno spun the Director around and began to march him back up the stairs. Saltare made a curt hand motion, and two of Inferno squad bounded back up the stairs to clear the passage to the roof.

Saltare opened a secured communication directly to Rackham and sent a brief encrypted message, "Director Secure. Awaiting evac at the target location. Please advise."

"I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt here, Director," Saltare said as he motioned to the flexi-cuffs in his hand, "If you make me use these, you're not going to like how we do it. So please, let's take this nice and easy. Oh, and tell me, Director, do you have security codes on you so the ground and orbital defenses won't fire on a ship carrying you? I can't promise we will avoid everything."

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Muunilinst | Financial District
Tags: Detritus Ren

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Exertion and rage on the side of both men had finally ground to what the Diarch felt was about to be his victory. Slamming the lightsaber down on his enemy, the hulking brute was brought down to a knee. Confidence and ferocity flared within Reign's heart as he continued his sundering assault on the Master of Ren.

It appeared that victory was in his grasp, with a triumphant roar he brought his lightsaber down for a final time, knocking his enemy's crackling blade away from his grasp.

So focused was the Diarch on this victory, he raised his blade again, looking to end this formidable enemy. When he was hit by the wreckage of his speeder. Flung through the air, landing on his back with the ruins of the speeder on top of him, Reign struggled to catch his breath, feeling what appeared to be blood pooling within his tunic.

He knew time would be short, the other man was gifted in the force, and would be back on the attack soon.

 

[Onrai]

Diarch Rellik

"Such a foolish child, always looking at the smaller picture as if the Diarchy will make an extended impact on the galaxy." The rush of fire from the severed pipe scorched over her shadowed form as she proceeded further forward, laughing as she continued to advance towards the Diarch. A hand formed itself into a razor's edge as she forced it forward, seeking to plunge the monomolecular edge of her false-fingers into and through Rellik's side. Her intent was to impale him through his body, in order to appropriately incapacitate him.

Presuming she was able to do so, she would toss the flesh-puppet down the nearest corridor.

"Run."

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Onrai @OPEN

Labored breathing filled the eardrums of the Diarch. Through the fire and war around him, his focus was on survival and finding a way to end this fight.

The dread shadow demon continued forward. Mocking the beliefs of the Diarchy as he approached.

Onrai Said:
"Such a foolish child, always looking at the smaller picture as if the Diarchy will make an extended impact on the galaxy."

Through blood, sweat and spit Rellik replied.
"In all your years of living beast, You have done nothing. We will have accomplished more on the galactic stage than you ever will. Even if we both die today."

With no regard for the monsters own safety it moved forward - a Demigod made manifest.

Calming himself within the force and feeling it flow through him, Rellik thought of his family. A moment of balance between the harsh lessons of his Father and the warmth of his love. The smiles of his nieces faces and the strength of grasping his brothers hand in embrace. His sister in law grabbing his arm and the truth of love beyond blood. The faces of his citizens. Rellik pondered if this were to be his last moments. If that was the case, he would not die a cowards death.

Lunging his blade forward in one last attempt to stand on his own, he stabbed the creature directly in its presumed face.

In the confidence of his strike the two peered into each others ghostly white eyes. Rellik still emulating its features in a form of mockery. In the silence of moment, it dawned on him that he had been pierced in the torso. Looking down the realization that he had been stabbed straight through by the hand of the shadow crept into his consciousness.

Taking one more moment to look up Rellik spoke. "Even gods can be killed."

Within a breath he was flung through the nearest corridor. - Realizing he was alive and in dire need of medical aid he pressed his communicator for Varis Oakertain to pick him up. Moving through the rubble he awaited at one of the broken windows on the skyscrapper for a starfighter to come down at amazing speeds to brake abruptly before him.

"Thank the whills for you my friend. Let us depart this place and move to help the remainder of the men. They might need us."

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OOC: The fight between Rellik and Onrai has ended. Although he will be weak and need medical aid if anyone needs an extra character to finish their story in this thread please feel free to @ me and we can make it happen! You guys rule!!​