The Ession War (Reformation Jazz)

[DARKCOM]

'Reinforcements, great.' Kaigann recognized the potentially dangerous situation with an aura of seriousness now, his master gave him a few words of advice before taking the fight to the enemy with his use of saber and flames. 'Flames?' The Padawan had heard of such users yet had never seen such an ability be used in person, rarely any if any at all knew how to properly utilize an ability like that over on Ossus. Kaigann broke free from his approval of the move to join the battle after hearing his master, "A bit of help Kaigann?!"

Focusing on augmenting his physical body to perform a inhuman feat, the Jedi took off into a dead sprint toward the oppressing enemy before leaping into the fray. As he came down he positioned his body to roll as he touched down, rising up near one of the soldiers the padawan swung upward putting a black canyon into his chest as he crosscut the loyalist. Continuing with no hesitation as he finished the first soldier with his swing he set aside his right hand to blast a force wave toward the soldier across from him in an effort to knock him from the narrow walkway.

By now the last two soldiers would have had their attention diverted between the two Jedi on each side, Kaigann gripped his lightsaber with both hands and stepped into his practiced Soresu stance, deflecting blaster fire thrown at him he slowly made his approach toward the soldier before swinging into the final bolt, deflecting it back toward it's owner. Kaigann looked on toward the final soldier and grunted as he raised his saber in defensive formation, "Drop your weapon!" Whether or not he complied was up to him for now Graxin was freed up and open to move in.


[member="Graxin Rade"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

The explosions and blaster fire continued. Corvus was still deep in thought, he had started fading off into his own thoughts during situations like these a couple weeks ago. It was on a large battle cruiser. His dropship had just landed and he and the other soldiers had stormed outside. However, they couldn't advance further than a couple crates that were laying around about ten meters in front of the ship. It was because of a heavy blaster position that had been set up quickly behind a couple crates. It had started firing as soon as the dropship's doors opened. Luckily, the guy who had been firing the turret was the worst shot on the entire ship. His initial bolts went far off to the left of the ship, the rest hit the crates in front of them, which was where Corvus and the other men were taking cover behind. The situation lasted around half an hour. Neither side wanted to risk anything, so the blaster cannon just kept firing in the direction of the intruding soldiers. Eventually a squad of attackers made their way to the hangar and killed the guy at the blaster cannon, that was when Corvus and the others were finally able to advance. During the time they had to wait, Corvus had almost fell asleep, but had instead fallen into a meditative state, which was close to how he was at the current time on Ession.

Suddenly he snapped out of it though, when the soldiers opening the sewer entrance were finally finished with their work and his employer walked over to the manhole. The older man gestured towards Corvus and ordered to lead the way.

"Aye, sir." He said, as he walked towards the entrance into the sewers. He was lucky to be wearing a mask that could filter out gases and tiny particles from the air, that way he wouldn't have to endure the horrible stench of the sewer systems. Other men in the squad weren't as lucky though, some of them only wore the standard armor and a cap.

Once he stood next to his employer he stopped thinking about that though and instead tried to recall the city plans he had studied. Lucky for him they had contained the sewer plans and he had memorized parts of them if he had to escape in case something went horribly wrong. Though now they would come in handy for a different purpose. He sheathed his blades and started making his descend downards, into the dark sewers system. When he got to the bottom, he lit up his helmet's torches, illuminating a large portion of the tunnel in front of him. It was a round tunnel with a flat surface at the bottom. The walls were about three meters apart from each other and the ceiling was about two and a half meters high. He checked behind him if there was anyone, but everything seemed clear.

"All clear." He shouted back up, waiting for the rest of the men to come down to him. During that time he already started to make his first steps through the water that was about knee-high. It felt terrible through the fabric at the exposed parts of his leg armor. It was slightly thicker and harder to go through then regular water, but it wasn't any real problem. He just avoided looking down at what the water contained.

[member="Corvinus Palpatine"] [member="Devon Gramus"]

 

[Avo]

Unknowingly, Lan had tagged along with a platoon-sized element of soldiers. Each one of them armed to the teeth, wired to the eyes, and advanced to the core. Peacemakers was their name and upholding a title like that was their game. They were good soldiers, much like the Republic Marines and Troopers that he'd served with over the countless decades of service with the Galactic Republic. But now, he was with the Ession Reformation. They were here to reform the galaxy even if they had to burn it down and build it back up from the start. Blood and ashes were good for the soil.

Lan had half expected them to be doing these cool commando rolls, shouting orders, and looking all heroic-like.

Now they were in a sewer and his cloak was getting dirty. "Dammit," he growled.

[member="Corvus Caligo"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Corvus Caligo"]


Corvinus stepped off the edge of the walk, letting himself plunge into the waste below. The Force acted like a pillow for him; creating a soft cushion of air along the surface of the fecal stew brewing below. The filth splashed about as Corvinus touched down, his boots stirring up the brown waters. The old man's nose curled when he took an inhale of the thick miasma that hung heavy in the sewer's air. The toxic brew of excremental vapors was so abundant, that you could almost feel it crawling past your skin like clinging particles of moister floating on by.

A heap of armor landed beside him, throwing a vile concoction of Force-knows-what across Corvinus's Armorweave cape. "Frak!" it was, by the sound of his voice, that of the squadron's sergeant. Corvinus glared down his armor, grimacing at a lump of brown...something that had decided to take a ride on his cape. With a cleansing spit, Corvinus shook his cape and put his eyes on the mercenary he had told to lead the way down.

"You, mercenary" Corvinus could tell he was no peacekeeper nor resistance member by his attire, "continue us on our way, I wish not to dwell in this filth all day" the ancient said as he strode through the goo and up to the man's side. "We do have a revolution to fight, after all."

More troopers fell in suit behind the men, their weapons ready. The gunfire from above was getting louder, the battle must have been picking up now. They had to hurry if they wished to be of any assistance to the fight. The plan, if they made it in time, was simple. They would find the spot in the sewer that was, according to the schematics, right under the presidents office. They would plant explosives and blow their way in, eliminating anyone who wasn't an adviser, general or the leader himself.

 

[Rexus Drath]

Rexus coughed a bit and looked up to see what was going on. Loyalist forces were launching a small counter attack on the hotel. This was not good, in his temporarily weakened state there was not a lot he could do with the force. So he relied on the next best thing that could reach out and touch someone. Drawing the lancer from his back Rex buckled a bit under it's weight. The thing felt like it weighed eighty pounds in his fatigue. He lifted it back up and shouldered it before yelling "Covering fire!" To the left of [member="Riley King"] he began to pour blaster fire out the windows at incoming troops, killing a few and driving others back to cover so the squad leader could take out that LAV before it turned them all into a fresh coat of paint for the lobby.

"MOVE!" Rexus told Riley, trying to get her going to take out the biggest and most current threat.

 

[Oddball]

Oddball was brought up to his feet by the woman, he silently thanked her then slapped a new power cell into the Z-6. It was time to party. Taking the massive canon he smacked the enemy soldier with it hard enough to break bone. And with a sick snap the trooper fell down dead and unmoving. Now humming with power the canon was ready to go again, it's many barrels ready to light up the night air with blaster fire. "Locked, cocked and ready to go baby!" Lifting the canon to his hip he opened fire on the LAV and the troops around it to stop the counter attack. The vehicle could take his blaster fire just fine however he dropped a few troops before the rest dove for cover. "MA'AM GO!! WE GOT YOU COVERED!!" Oddball pushed forward explosions bursting into scarlet light around him from the LAV's launcher.

A few of his newer Dread Guard brothers were hit and bleeding on the ground. Oddball hated that sight but he had to keep going until the threat was gone. "GO!" He yelled to [member="Riley King"]. It was time for the power play

 

[Riley King]

Riley caught the communication from Rexus, and had to struggle to keep Twelve from snarling a response in kind. You just chucked a grenade at him. You don't get to be angry. She reminded the other person sharing her head. Twelve silently acknowledged the point and kept moving, but in their conversation they didn't quite register Oddball's contribution - lucky them it was the same as Rexus's. She was almost close enough when the bombs started going off.

Some poor kark from the local resistance set off the first one, bringing part of a building crumbling down and setting off a chain reaction that turned the entire street from Riley to a klick downstreet into a fireworks display. Thankfully, the hotel was spared, and the LAV had been destroyed in the explosion. On the downside, a lot of friendlies had been hurt or killed. Riley herself was among the injured because hey, fething bombs. Ow.

She could still aim, shoot, and move around, but with a karkload of shrapnel embedded in her left leg, she was going nowhere fast. Gingerly, Twelve picked herself up, favoring her injured leg. "That's painful." Twelve grunted through clenched teeth before Riley broke through. "Who - " Riley was interrupted as she started coughing, something of a reflex after having the air crushed out of her lungs - "who's bright idea was it to wire the street?" She demanded, somewhat hypocritically, shaking her head slightly before scanning for hostiles. There were none - just a whole lot of dead and wounded.

Kark.

[member="Rexus Drath"] [member="CC-953 Oddball"]

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="Riley King"]

Rexus took cover during the loud explosion, once the dust had settled he consolidated and looked around at the wounded and dead. Their platoon had sustained a lot of casualties. They would have to use this place to tend to them and possibly send off a squad to take down that generator. Setting the lancer down he looked to Riley and the fett clone. The clone looked to be in good condition but the woman was bleeding, and bleeding bad. "You're hit." Rexus said to her in a caring tone, he was at the edge of his powers and if he didn't do something this woman would die. Probably not if she say down and rested, but seeing how she seemed to be a few screws short he figured she would keep on fighting letting the shrapnel in her leg keep cutting until it knocked an artiery.

Rexus sighed and approached her. He quickly sat her down on a desk and elevated her leg. "You owe me." He said in a half joking tone. Silencing all the death and destruction around him he reached out with the force to grab the shrapnel in her leg. The pieces of metal wiggled and then popped their way out. He then reached out and looked to her leg to try and heal it via the force, but there was nothing. He felt nothing from her not a hint of the force. "Force dead?" He said puzzled. He quickly shrugged and grabbed a medical kit nearby. Placing bacta patches on her bleeding wounds they would heal her up within a few minutes but the muscle damage would need more time and healing. With one long and dripping syringe Rex injected the healing solution into her leg to help ease the pain and promote the healing of muscle damage. "And done. Carry on."

 

[Oddball]

[member="Riley King"]

Oddball had his back against a wall when the explosion went off, when the dust settled he peeked out at the rubble and chuckled "Holy S$&@!" He said running a hand across his helmet. Gripping the canon with his right hand he took off his helmet and clutched it with his left hand. "Ma'am." Oddball said to Riley as she was being attended to by the man with the funny t-shirt. Setting his canon and helmet on the table he took out his canteen and sipped greedily. "Command is organizing a push on the generator ma'am. Ten minutes and we need to get Oscar Mike." He passed the canteen to Riley and gave her a concerned look for her to drink and hydrate. They had a few minutes and they needed to move on

 

[Edward Vyperion]

Eddie kept walking onward, explosion rocking his pace. He always had this "slasher villain" walk to him, even without trying...

(Damn, why can't I think of a decent post atm...)

 

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It seemed the remaining guard had half a brain. The soldier immediately threw down his rifle, and fell to his knees. "Mercy. Mercy! I have children-please!"

Graxin stepped up to his Padawan. He gave the boy a nod of approval, and motioned further into the building. "We should get to our new friend before the others make it. Make things clean up nicely that way." Graxin simply let the man be--after kicking his rifle off the walkway of course. He strode into the building with confidence.

They came into a small welcoming area. Hardwood floors, fancy tinted windows, and a lounge filled with sofas, tables, holoterminals, and holovisions. The room was utterly empty, save for the serving droids that were always around doing their tasks. It seemed that whoever ran the defense had thought the eight soldiers to be enough against Graxin and his Padawan. It also seemed that person was sorely mistaken.

Graxin strode carefully through the lobby toward the stairwell; making a point to avoid the elevator. Elevators could be stopped, there wasn't much you could do about stairs. His twin blades snapped as they were deactivated, though the hilts remained in his hands. "I believe the Overlord wasn't expecting guests, Kai. To think we've crashed such a lovely private party..." Graxin snickered, and shook his head. "Keep yourself centered my boy. The force guides your blade, but we only need to defend ourselves. Any further blood is murder."


[member="Kaigann Fossk"]

 

[DARKCOM]

A sigh of relief came over Kaigann as the loyalist came to his senses and dropped his weapon, his eyes followed the approach of his master who nodded in approval of his action. Watching as Graxin kicked the soldier's weapon off of the walkway they continued onward leaving the loyalist to his own devices, hopefully the man would return to his
children and wait out the end of the conflict.

The inside of the structure was a welcoming sight, hardwood floors, holovision, and lounge complete with soft sofas surrounded by works of art on each wall. Staffed by serving droids performing their daily labors, it was odd to find that only they were found inside the entrance. Kaigann grinned as he lowered his lightsaber, a sharp hiss indicated the beam's return to it's source as it was deactivated.

The two carefully maneuvered through the lobby with Kaigann following behind his master closely watching their six, Graxin led the way toward the stairs before commenting on the dictator's 'private party'. Kaigann couldn't help but smirk even in the heart of the enemy's capital, "Well he did send us an escort, at least we know we are honored guests." The apprentice nodded in recognition of his master's comment, "Of course master."


[member="Graxin Rade"]

 

[Marcus Rann]

Multitude of gunfire and bombings are heard on the nightfall ; The filthy loyalists had succeed
on some strategical positions and areas. Howls of bloodshed please those who are whiff for their so-called " justice ", yet if one of them commits a wicked crime, they vow to strike.

One thing honors the whole Reformation to fight these young men is clearly because - they are willing to fight and are brave to face the inevitable, but do the bravery cost a single thing? - of course not.

These peoples' perspective of the word " bravery " simply disgusts me, and yes, that includes their cranky fighting over their foes with their easily-covered plans, yet it was just a timely break for the loyalists when they blasted up the alleyway bridges with our stolen artillery, right in front of our FACES, and yes , the Ession folk are often on a roll to destroy even a piece of crumb of bread in a decaying motion, well, imagine us becoming like it ; It would be totally " disintergrating " , or is it that will these brave men of Ession will succeed?



After getting trapped below the bridge, the young initiate Marcus under Ekul's supervision had a hard time pulling a deception to a archaic loyalist blasting them up, yet Marcus smokes another joint of rashallo leaves he bought from a merchant from the streets of a war-torn building, which is amazingly ridiculous.

Eager to brawl, the young Marcus attempts to push the old man right to the edge, but fails, yet he thumps out the loyalist out and kicks him off the corner as the elder watches the young man right on the top,
not realizing his demise until he pushes with ease on the ground, where blood spilled on dusty tiles. The rook said harmoniously without anger " Well, didn't expect that. ". Marcus would then gaze slowly to the new master of his, like if nothing happened. " So, what comes next after this? "

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Devon like the rest of the group of Peacekeepers began following the lead of both Corvinus and another man that seemed to be a mercenary or some random person that was helping them in their cause. Apparently, a plan was already formed and was being executed, but they were heading towards the...

"We're going through this hellhole," he murmured to himself. That's right. The sewers. A very unlikely place that anyone wishes to dwell, especially for Corvinus due to the class and type of man he was. Rifle was trained to aim and to kill any hostiles, as did the rest of the men were copying the moves that Devon and others did.

A whisper came from him saying.

"Damn, it stinks."

[member="Corvinus Palpatine "][member="Corvus Caligo"]

 

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"Your swords please. I'd hate to make a mess in the lounge." Jo-shal quipped. The Duros strode forth from the only door leading further into the building. Unlike earlier, he was now draped in flowing black robes. His aged face was hidden under a dark cowl, and the crimson in his eyes shone brighter than usual.

To his left stood a massive Wookie. The creature had a coat of bright gray fur, and was draped in a similar fashion to the Duros. He said nothing, and only stared at the two Jedi. Jo-shal cracked a pleased little grin. "I know of your plans. My men are with the administration--your Jedi will not succeed. Your forceless abominations will choke. You ships will be reduced to ash."

A single green beam of energy emitted from his robe. A lightsaber. "I have studied your ways for a time. Enough to fight, I think. Rowark?" The Wookie produced an identical blade. Neither were particularly strong in the force, but they each presented a dangers.

Then the ray shields came alive. They blocked all entrances, and carved the room in two; leaving [member="Kaigann Fossk"] with Jo-shal, and Rowark with Graxin. The Duros leader snickered. "Time is up." The aged Duros charged with a powerful overhanded swing, looking to cleave Kaigann from shoulder to hip.





Out on the battlefield, the remaining loyalists put on gas masks. Each squad opened a case with a massive shoulder cannon inside. They aimed the cannons up high toward the heavens, and fired. What came forth was a stream of yellow gas--pulled from Ession's core. The gas was beyond deadly to most organics, poisoning the internal organs and causing a very messy death within a few minutes of breathing it in.


[member="Marcus Rann"] [member="CC-953 Oddball"] [member="Riley King"] [member="Rexus Drath"] @Corvinus Palpatine [member="Lan Graendal"] [member="Corvus Caligo"] [member="Katrina Garnier"] [member="Devon Gramus"]

 

[Edward Vyperion]

[member="Jo-Shal"]

Eddie looked around the hall, and noticed the gas... and began running to where he figured it was coming from. Eddie ran straight into the room and stopped. "Yer pay isn't high enough for this, dumbass. So... yeah, never hire a droid to do a man's dirty work."

(Couldn't think of anything...)

 

[DARKCOM]

The master and apprentice had not gotten far before the Lord of Ession himself appeared before the Jedi alongside a Wookiee companion. Kaigann activated his lightsaber, within a split second the lightsaber emitted the blue beam outward as he whipped it in the direction of the two approaching foes. He remained quiet awaiting the direction of Graxin as the dictator began speaking to his foes, Kaigann whispered to his master, "I can take him, just give me the signal."

The green lightsaber was a surprise to the padawan yet it did not sway him from his desire to take down and capture the war criminal. When the wookiee companion revealed one of his own the apprentice moved his attention in total shock, he had never seen a wookiee trained to wield a lightsaber it was interesting to see even if it the opponent had limited training. Suddenly the ray shields came online as they separated the room, Graxin with the wookiee, and Kaigann with the Dictator.

Lunging forward with a powerful overhand swing meant to cleave Kaigann in two, the Lord of Ession came forth with ferocity matched by his personage. The Jedi Padawan rose his free hand to grip the lightsaber with both hands as he stepped back to counter the sudden approach of his enemy. Meeting saber to saber with the Duros he let the blade roll off his own as he quickly parried his enemies moves, he remembered his training and the way his master moved during their training sessions, it served as inspiration for his own movements before he took his opponent's momentum and countered in an attempt put the battle in his favor. Switching from Soresu to Djem So, Kaigann swung forward with a powerful overhand swing in an attempt to cripple his opponent's defense.

[member="Jo-Shal"]

 

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"Just don't trip." Graxin reminded. He had little worry for his Padawan's safety. The boy had taken after him in the form of combat prowess, and was more than a match for a Duros adept. The wookie, on the other hand, possessed strength as well as training.

The Kngiht's foe charged forward, jowls flapping as it roared a challenge. The green blade arced down for Graxin, who caught it with a swift sidelong strike. The Wookie was a mountain of muscle, and didn't so much stumble as it did flinch when the blades met. The sparks of energy that cascaded from them seemed to distract him, too, which gave Rade a bit of an edge. The Jedi Knight clashed again against the Wookie and its green lightsaber. Flashes of yellow, green, and black cast themselves all over the thin room. The weapons hissed each time they struck the ray shields, and with each spin, thrust, or jab Graxin drove his opponent closer to the shields.

Where the Wookie held itself with strength, Graxin outplayed it with technique. Each time his opponent lunged, Graxin swept his blades up in an 'X' to disrupt his momentum. Each time the Wookie struck along the side or elbowed forward, Graxin span his weapons furiously to throw his opponent off. Slowly but surely, the Wookie was being driven back toward the shields.

Graxin lunged forth, his black blade reaching past the Wookie's defenses. It cut deep into his foe arm, bringing forth a yowl of pain from the beast. The Wookie pushed forward while it kept Graxin at bay with its lightsaber, and threw a punch toward his midriff. It caught the Knight square in the ribs, sending him tumbling back against the hardwood floor. Pain shot through his chest and out to his arms as he fell upon his backside. The Wookie, though gravely wounded, strode forward to finish its kill. Cut off from Kaigann, Graxin needed to think quickly to survive...


[member="Kaigann Fossk"]

 

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Jo-shal was no master of the force. He was barely force sensitive, to be truthful. His knowledge of the dark arts was limited to the most basic abilities, and his skills with a lightsaber were mediocre. It was all he could do to defend himself from the Jedi Padawan. He had always considered himself to be some great mystic, and had clearly overestimated his skills before this battle.

The Duros yelped as the lightsaber that he had stolen from a Jedi initiate was knocked from his hands. It rolled across the floor, and under one of the nearby sofas. The Duros stumbled back, away from his enemy as quickly as he could. This was not how he would end. Ession was his. The Jedi would not take it from him.

"Impressive." Jo-shal coughed with convincing calm. "But futile."

He thrust his blue hands forward toward Kai. Veins of cyan lightning sprouted from his fingertips, and spread outward toward Kaigann. It was a weaker variant of force lightning, but one of Jo-shal's last resorts, and likely something the Padawan had never encountered before.

Hopefully anyway.


[member="Kaigann Fossk"]

 

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Book responded to King's orders quickly. He had little time to dally about, after all. The city was being gassed. Most of the revolutionaries carried gas masks for just such an occasion, and Book's Dreadguard armor was more than capable of surviving in such conditions. It was the civilians he worried about. If the city wasn't purified before the gas reached out toward the more populated areas, it would be a disaster. That generator needed to go down.

DG-06 found himself zeroing in on his CO within two minutes of receiving the call. His boots thudded heavily against the ground as he sprinted through the streets, taking cover when it seemed necessary and making sure to keep his rifle at the ready. Rally point Alpha was much farther than Book had thought from the maps.

Huffing and puffing heavily, the Dreadguard arrived near King not long after. He was utterly exhausted after his mad dash, and made a point to keep his head low as he tapped into her HUD. "Book reporting. Objective is half a klick out. We should arrive shortly if we continue on at this rate, ma'am."

Book reached down to jam anther blaster pack into his DC-17m. "Body shots. We can't afford to waste ammunition on head shots or the like--the Reformation is low on kit."





[member="Riley King"]