The Ession War (Reformation Jazz)

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Jo-Shal"]


The explosions above signaled that the loyalists had started their attack and that meant they had run out of time. Luckily, being underground would give those in the sewers a few moments more of safety before the gas got to them. "Good, now stand aside" Corvinus spoke to the mercenary bluntly but not rudely. Looking next to the sergeant in charge of the squad, Corvinus pointed to the ceiling "Sergeant, make us an entrance if you will."

"Aye, sir!" The Peacekeeper bolted ahead of the old man, taking a set of charges from his leg pouch and beginning to plant them along the wall. Within a few minutes, the charges were placed and it was time for Corvinus to do his part. Throwing his hands forward, the old man concentrated on the small pocket of air around the charges. His goal was to make small force barriers just strong enough to concentrate the blasts away from them. This would cause maximum damage to the area of sewer they wished to collapse, but do none to them.

"Good, now detonate the charges" Corvinus spoke calmly as he literally wrapped his mind around the bombs. The Sergeant seemed uneasy, but he complied anyway. Taking the detonator in hand, he pressed the button and an explosion rocked the underground. Massive chunks of durasteel and stone fell inward, followed by an office desk and a wookiee. "Go, now!" Corvinus shouted, calling his saber to hand and igniting its purple blade.

 

[Marcus Rann]

The movement's power is gone, and so will be itself be perished, as Marcus hands his blade, thumping its ravenous voice upon the floor. Blades swung by the shields of blood, which will be ending on a seemingly climatic ending upon the long-lived Jo-Shal, the dictator of Ession whom they were indented - from they were corrupted by the weak leader.



The Dictator stood by himself right in a buggy space, holding tight on his arms as his fingers burst in bright streams of cyan, a power Marcus that isn't a familiar strength either, like off of the shocked Kaigann inside these red rays. It ended in a very emotional path, where on the compartments sabres clash and thou it shall hit on sides off the blue blade of the apprentice.



It was an end for Jo-Shal as he stands by his defense, but these defense shall faint on the more- powerful trait of Kaigann's energy blade, wherein the end the head of the now-dead dictator bows down to the apprentice of Graxin's, while the self-proclaimed adjudicator congratulates him on sight, but yet impressed off of his comrade's abilities. " Good work, my friend. " as he lunges his purplish energy blade to the activation pod, in which the energy rays go down, creating a way for the two comrades of his, whereas Graxin was seen sitting on a lower compartment near the door of his former rival - the Wookie, now lying unconscious from the Knight's hands.

 

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Graxin pushed up to his feet, and offered a thankful nod. Anything to get out from between those damned Ray Shields. He nudged the unconscious wookie with the force, and cracked an amused little smile when his prisoner flinched. Wookies always looked odd when they were asleep, at leas to Graxin. He had spent some time on their homeworld in service to the Sith in the past, and had grown rather used to the walking carpets.

"This is Graxin Rade. We have the capital secure. Finish your objectives and begin recovery work. We need Ession stable ASAP." The Knight snapped into his comm unit. There was a sense of urgency in his voice, but also some latent excitement. The Reformation was beginning! His dream of a united galaxy we beginning to be realized.

He looked to both Kaigann and Marcus. "You both did well, my boys...Kai, I need you to rest, and then take a shuttle to Shadow Empire space. Bring them into the fold. You--" He turned toward Marcus. "My name is Graxin Rade. A pleasure."



@ EVERYONE

 

[Rexus Drath]

Beads of sweat and grim dripped down the knights face, his hands shook and the strain of using a new force technique along with the strain of exerting too much power had begun to take it's toll on the knight. "Kark, kark, kark!" Rexus grit his teeth and watched the yellow smoke roll past the barrier. He was losing his grip and he was beginning waiver. He looked back at the faces of the wounded, he felt their fear, their hurt and pain. He knew if he failed they would die. Hell he would die, and a small part of him wanted that. A part of him just wanted to let go of the barrier and die a quick death in the fog. To be with Jen again on the other side.

"NO!" Rexus shoved those thoughts of death deep inside if him and refocused his last reserves of power. He gripped at everything he loved. His old student [member="Dux Kotass"], his friends Radon and Holdcraft from hundreds of years ago. He thought of the love he once felt and the touch of Jenha. He thought of the little droid Break he had befriended, and most of all he thought of reformation and the cause he had joined up to fight for. A bright light surged through his palms and the barrier snapped and glowed brightly smal traces of heatless white sparks dribbling from it. The barrier expanded and pushed the gas back far enough to let the men inside collect a few of the wounded on the outside of the hotel, their air filters barely keeping them alive.

And in a few minutes the gas passed over and faded away completely. The mission accomplished report was given from [member="Graxin Rade"] and it was time to help the wounded. Rexus dropped to one knee and coughed as the barrier faded into nothing. "This is knight Drath, emergency field hospital on 3rd and Pacheco is open and accepting wounded." Rexus coughed and groaned before standing up weakly. His time fighting was done, now he had to direct medics to help the wounded.

 

[Riley King]

Riley glanced at Book, silently wondering how to deal with this new situation. Variables like this always made her hesitate. Twelve was telling her to just get the shield down, but the gas was a danger to the civilians, even it wasn't to the Dread Guard and...well, everyone was a slave to PR. Twelve argued that hello, dictator, but Riley's conscience overruled that.

She sighed, sounded defeated and a little irritated. "Fine. Got a plan?"

If the big cat was so sniking smart, he could come up with the plan.

[member="Kelios Shara-da"] [member="Book"]

 

[Kelios Shara-da]

"Yes, I do, in fact. Call your transports in and have them sweep through the gas on an inverted loop to the side. So long as their acceleration decreases as they pull away and increase as they push forward. It should push the gas back. All your men have to do is guard you while you coordinate the effort."

It was honestly the best plan the cat could come up with.

[member="Riley King"]

 

[DG45]

"Targets?"

The short transmission went directly from DG-45 to 06. It wouldn't mean much to anyone else anyway. But Book knew 45, of him anyway, and when his tag showed up on 06's HUD he'd know what the sniper meant. Somewhere in excess of a kilometer away, amidst the chaos, one Dreadguard sniper was quietly setting up shop, verpine rifle resting in his arms, his finger lightly caressing the trigger as he awaited something, anything to shoot.

[member="Book"] [member="CC-953 Oddball"] [member="Riley King"]