Faction The Eye of the Beholder || Knights Obsidian

[Allyson Locke]

//: Taiia Mataan //: Kyyrk //: Vyse de Valorous //: Felix Aquila //: Dreidi Xeraic //: Gerwald Lechner //: Vaylin

To say Allyson was uncomfortable was an understatement. She couldn’t wrap her head around a government having something so powerful as the Eye and not destroying it. The argument could be made that the Confederacy was keeping it for a rainy day when they needed a trump card in a war. It was all information that the Alliance needed, and she reached for the eyepatch and stopped. Her gaze met with Taiia’s as the woman explained the course of action.

Allyson let her hand fall from her eye; she couldn’t let her job jeopardize the budding relationship. For once, Allyson spoke the truth even if the choice was out of her hands. Taiia accepted her despite all the red flags presented. The least Allyson could do was be honest. Looking away from the Knight Obsidian, she scoffed slightly to herself. It was almost ironic how the one thing she needed to be was the worst thing she could be.

It was unfortunate that they were going on a mission so soon after Rhand. Allyson was ill-prepared and, in reality, kind of tired. Crashlanding, then the emotional storm on Lao-Mon, and getting the heck scared out of her by a squad of Knights. None of it allowed rest time, and Allyson was feeling it.

It seemed the plan was made, and Allyson moved to Taiia. Her mannerism changed, no longer affectionate. In a hushed tone, she leaned in and spoke. “I can move alone if you want to stick with the others.” Allyson knew she moved better alone; she was faster and quieter that way. If Taiia was to lead, she figured it would be better for the woman to stick with the rest of the knights. “I’ll behave, I promise.” Allyson smiled, cutting the tension of the situation the best she could.

 

[Taiia Mataan]

//: Allyson Locke //: Kyyrk //: Open //:
//: Dreidi Xeraic //: Luca Donskoi //:

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The moment Allyson's hand started to move, green eyes had followed it with a growing concern but then the hand stopped and slowly lowered back down. She released a breath that she was unaware she had been holding and nodded a silent thanks. She was likely the only one in the room that understood what it meant for Allyson to do that and she was truly grateful for it.

The redhead noted the shift in the Corellian with a grim nod, it was time for business not playfulness. Still, it was a side of Allyson she had not yet seen it would almost be unnerving had she not already seen what lay underneath. She too determined herself, focusing back on the task at hand she too weighed the options looking away for a moment before looking back at her.

"Thank you by the way. I'll trust your instincts. Go with them, but please be careful?" the redhead unlike Allyson was not able to fully turn off the side of her that would hesitate to send Allyson into danger but she knew she could handle herself. As soon as she felt the ship's landing gear touch down she took a step back from Allyson and drew her lightsabers, igniting the twin silver blades as she began to gather the force, much like she had done in her duel with Allyson. The force began to concentrate in her feet, infusing itself into the muscles then moving into her legs and strengthening them. "See you soon, take care of them." in an instant the redhead vanished leaving only a faint image of herself in front of Allyson which rapidly dissipated.

She couldn't quite shake a feeling of dread, had the eye already been unleashed, or was she simply worried for Allyson? She took a moment to clear her mind. The time for concerns was passed, now was a time for action. The redhead moved at a blistering pace, far faster than the human eye could perceive but she maintained this acceleration in order to hopefully get to the eye before their opponent. The strain was incredible though, she had augmented two force powers and used them in a different way. The last time she did this it was for mere seconds, this time would be minutes.

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[Felix Aquila]

R E C O V E R​

• - Light-saber
• - Armourweave Clothing

Tag: Allyson Locke // Dreidi Xeraic // Luca Donskoi
Taiia Mataan // Quinn Varanin // Kyyrk

Felix would simply scoff at the jeer from Kyrk, confidence cresting his smiling face. "The least I can do is respect my elders." Felix would retort before placing his helmet on, the ship would be landing any moment, it would seem that between himself, Dreidi and Quinn it was their job to hopefully get to the control room first, secure it, and see that the rest of the teams had an easier time moving through the ships. It wasn't always true that security systems were at the bridge, but the method to find where they were would surely not be far behind. With that he'd simply nod in response to his suggestion and turn to the two that he would be tasked with taking.

Dreidi Felix had seen a couple of times, there was a lot Felix had said, and a lot that he could have done better in their last encounter, but for now all that mattered was getting to the control room as quickly as possible undetected by the enemy. If nothing else, he was able to handle them evading detection on his own, the rest of them only needed to be able to move fast enough to get there within an acceptable time frame... sadly, everyone, himself included was more than a little banged up. And he was missing an arm shield...

"As soon as we touch down it's going to be a straight shot for the command center, this is going to be far more about speed than trying to hide. I can handle the cameras as long as we all stick together, but if there are enemies standing in our way, I'm going to be pretty occupied on keeping everything hidden and keeping pace, so if you've got anything to help with that, feel free to show off... speaking of..."

With that said he would move to address everyone once again, he didn't presume to be an experienced leader, nor a particularly effective one, but he usually had a way or two with words and reasoning. "As far as mission parameters go, from what I've seen we Knight Obsidian are at our best when we have the freedom to exercise our intricate and unique talents. So exercise them all today and hold back nothing, even if it means collateral damage to the ship or potential harm to civilians. Its better than the guaranteed harm they'll come to if we pull our punches and give these bastards a chance." He'd remark with a stalwart expression.

As the ship would make its landing Felix would watch as the Blur of Taiia would burst towards some of the nearby hallways, speeds even he may have found difficult to track were it not for his force enhanced sense of sight. Felix however, was looking for a maintenance elevator, something that would allow them to gain access to the underbelly of the ship, the hanger was a prime location to have one in case of repairs and any path leading from it by necessity would act like an artery running to the major organs of the ship... they just needed to get to the brain.

He'd spy one located at the far side of the hanger, reaching out a hand as he'd use his own telekinesis to engage in dropping the Elevator the several dozen meters to open up an entry port for the three of them. Allowing Quinn and Dreidi to take point, The Rylothian would begin to weave the light around them, spinning it to flit around them in an orb before exiting as it would should it have continued in a straight line. It was a replicated form of invisibility, one that would allow them to see each other so long as they stood within range of the sphere.

"Lets give em hell" He'd say to his team-mates, but found himself directing it more towards Quinn as he stepped out of the door, as far as Felix was concerned the idea of stomping some maniacal pieces of chit into the dirt would be karking therapeutic right about now. He was sure for a moment the outlet would be equally appreciated by the Echani Princess. But as Felix waited for her to move past him his features would soften as his focused sharpened to a razors edge as he thought; ~It'll be fun to dance together again~
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[Kyyrk]

H U N T E R
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Kyyrk moved alone through the hallways. The trap was sprung. From every corner, terrorists sprung. Many brandishing pistols and yelling that they would kill the hostages if he took another step. It didn't deter him the first time, nor would it deter him the second time. He moved quickly through their ranks, taking down one combatant after another. His lightsaber was a whirlwind of death, his sidearm a precise and deadly killer. Two combatants attempted to stop his progress by sealing a blast door. But he crashed through it as though it were paper.

A third shouted something into a comlink, but Kyyrk didn't hear it. Nor did he care to. A swift blast from the man's sidearm dropped his opponent. He looked around briefly as he realized he was in the dormitory area. He paused, leaning against a wall. His head was starting to hurt. He could already tell that a fierce headache was about to befall him. He pushed himself back to it, calling upon the Force to suppress the pain he was feeling. He stopped at a wall terminal and pulled up the override functions. He could unlock all the doors in the Dormitory area from here, but he needed an access code.

He frowned, turning to look down the hallway. Why was it so hard to think? For naught but happenstance. Kyyrk looked back to the terminal in confusion. Why had that phrase popped into his head? He typed in a single word, Destiny, and the Terminal unlocked, displaying Lord Commander access. He humphed quietly to himself as he unlocked the doors. Apparently his rights had never been revoked on the Bastion. Oversight? Perhaps. But one he wasn't arguing with.

As confused and frightened Knights and Civilians filtered into the hallways, he turned and called out, "Everyone, get to the hanger! You'll be safe there!" He picked his way through the crowd forming in the hallway, calling a couple knights by name and directing them to escort the group to the hanger bay, and to board the shuttle they had brought. He spotted an unfamiliar Zabrak woman ( Vaylin ) among them, but did not stop to speak with her. His head was throbbing by now. He needed to get to the control center...

Vaylin || Gerwald Lechner || Vyse de Valorous

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Tags: Kyyrk Gerwald Lechner
Gear: Lightsaber Armor

Vyse watched as Kyyrk gave orders, finding it odd that a Squire went about commanding things, and that people would hand control off to one. Perhaps a statement to his raw abilities? Regardless Vyse with a steeled look gave a nod "It will be done." He said donning his helmet, it sealing as his bright HUD lit up.

As their ship landed, loud shuttle door opening Vyse dashed off them into the halls of the massive ship. His personal cloaking activating as his black armor slowly fading till he was non existent. He made his way as quickly down the hallways without making too much sound.

Exploring as slight metal clanks hit the steel floor with his every step. The hallways it seems were empty, likely they were holding some important choke point. Soon enough he came across a terminal, but with one of the guards besides it. Perhaps they expected their arrival and thus his scouting? Or in case one of the hostages made their way out? Regardless his fate would be the same.

The Squire inching his way forward, carefully and quiet as he approached his unaware prey. As if he heard something the warrior moved forward, Vyse freezing in place as he stared right into the invisible Squire. Reaching for something casually as Vyse replied by igniting his saber into his chest, the man gasping for air as his heart and lungs were vaporized. Quickly going to fall to the ground before the Squire garbed him and slowly laid him down. Taking a deep breath after having to abruptly murder the man, an action Vyse had not had to do much in the past, it a bit.. strange to the young Squire. A sensation he'd get used to.

Once the body was laid against the wall he rushed to the terminal, moving to get in only for it to be locked. Sighing internally as he was very much not used to these things. Only to remember that his master had prepared for that, having the suit pull up varies forms of slicing and how to walk him though it. Once in he found it's data was limited, it did however display another one had better access. Vyse assumed it was guarded but had a plan.

Indeed it was. The guard sitting at the desk heavy blaster in hand in case anyone tried to enter, likely awaiting orders as the door suddenly opened. one of his comrades in a seemingly hurt state falling down. Raising his blaster as he expected whatever attacked him to follow, when nothing did he shifted focus to activate his coms only for the last thing he saw to be a crimson blade.

The second assassination was considerable easier on the squire and now Vyse had proper access. Looking though several cameras, noting several hostiles but nothing much in terms of who needed saving. Only for his eyes to widen, seeing the Lord Commander Gerwald Lechner himself trapped in his office. instantly going to his coms.

"The Lord Commander is stuck in his office, I am finding a route now." He said doing just that, finding the fastest least guarded way towards him. "I've got it. Permission go and free him of his confinement? Hostiles are in the way but I can take care of them."

Vyse very much wished to be the one to free the Lord Commander and claim that glory, but he would not do so without express permission from whatever chain of command there was at the moment.

 

[The Prophet]

H U N T
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The followers had been given their tasks. The Prophet was busying herself, with the help of her cultists, with destroying the barrier standing between them, and the holy artifact. It was so close, they could already hear the demonic choirs singing hymns in their minds. In unison, the Prophet and her cult joined the chorus, chanting in low tones as they cast the spell that would rend the barrier. A voice in the Prophet's ear warned her that the Prodigal was close to the hostages. She smiled.

Oh how the weak minded would win them the day.

The ritual's effects were two fold: To rend the barrier, and to call the lost home. There was some fragment of him that still served. So, too, would the other serve. The Prophet pulled back from the ritual, feeling her lord's presence withdraw with it. She shivered, feeling the cold and lonely silence descend upon her once more. She so desperately wanted to fling herself at his embrace. But she had a task to perform.

She turned after a long pause, her eyes lingering on the barrier between her and her master, and started down the hallway. The Spy and the fool were close at hand. The Prophet held out her hand, and her battle staff began to form around the outstretched limb, the sickly darkness taking form within her grasp. They had been sent to stop the ritual. But the Prophet would not let them. They would not let themselves.

After all, how could one fight destiny? The Prophet called upon the Force to conceal herself, and drew to a halt in the shadows of a dark corner. They would have to come this way. Better to take them by surprise. To overpower them quickly. Lest the relic be recovered without her guidance....

Allyson Locke || Taiia Mataan​

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Oboard The Bastion
Equipment: Armour | Blades
Kyyrk | Gerwald Lechner | Vyse de Valorous
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Once Vaylin had suited up, she immediately began rifling through the unconscious terrorists’ things. A few grenades, some medical supplies, a blaster pistol. She did eye up the sonic rifle for a few moments before picking it up, slinging the strap over her shoulder.

“Alright Vaylin, let’s see if I can corral the guests together.” The Zabrak had a feeling that wasn’t going to be easy.

She stepped outside her room, locking the door behind her. It seemed only the two terrorists had been active in this sector, as the hallway was deserted. Aside from a few other guests that were peeking their heads out.

“Who are you? What’s going on? Are you with the Confederacy?”

Vaylin could barely get a word in as the panicked guest started firing off questions. “I’m Valentina, and it looks like we; the entire station, have been taken hostage. And yeah, I’m with them.” She supposed it should’ve been surprising how easy it was to lie, but right now she needed trust to ensure people got moving. “We need to get everyone here out and ready to move, the Confederacy will be coming soon.”

And sure enough, as if like clockwork the station erupted into chaos. The sounds of battle filled the hallway, echoing down from some not too distant location. A second later all the dormitory doors began sliding open, as if someone had just unlocked them all. Vaylin pondered who, but got her answer when Kyyrk made himself known.

She didn’t recognize him, nor could place what race he was. But that wasn’t important right now. Instead, she focused on ushering people out of their rooms, directing them to the Obsidian Knights that Kyyrk called out to. The man walked past her, sparing a glance but nothing more. Vaylin frowned slightly, noticing something off, beyond the whole intensity of the current situation.

The Zabrak didn’t miss a beat as she turned on her heel, and followed.