The Full Reach of Law (GA Dominion of Atrisia Hex)

[Kami Meran]

On rout to engage [member="Symara Tarriq"]

Kami and Lyth made there way to the location marked out for them.
"Lyth i want the 3 sisters about 10 KC's and lets say 5 Dewbacks and a Bantha. i just want to get this over and done. screw it we go full Blitzkrieg. im just tired here. get the Tal to bomb the place drop a load of mines and you git them in your I12-B-3. im just sick of this poodoo." she said looking at a vew viles of combat drugs.
no she would never use those.

 

[Seras Rose]

Location: Atrisia's surface, Souther Palace Entrance
Allies: GA, Six Troopers,
Enemies: Fighting with [member=Asajj], [member=Adas James Malgus] and allies
Objective: Hold the Chokepoint against Sith Counter Attack and [member=Asajj]
Equipment: Yellow Lightsaber, Robes w/durasteel breastplate, Flare Gun (Two shots)

Seras's heavy slice carried her weight and momentem with it to the right(Asajj's left), her feet shuffling to shift her weight and keep her facing the enemy as the blast of force energy hit her. In the moment of lost balance from the blast Seras was vulnerable and she knew it, her body starting to lean backwards in expectation of a followup attack from Asajj.

Something Seras did not notice at first was the growing, violent lust for death that was coming from the Sith. There were so many emotions floating on the battlefield that she did not at first notice it. Untill she realized that it was ll focused soley on her and in the moment she did feel that horrific intenstity, Seras felt a drip of sweat run down her back. She had felt anger directed at her before, but nothing like this. It was to put it simply terrifying, it made her body want to tense up, and her nerves to go wild and flee. Yet past those feelings, another one rose in the young Padawan. Exhilaration.

A great rush of excitement and fiery will to oppose this great, violent will and win without backing down. Maybe it was fueld by the emotions of the battlefield, and the darkside teasing out the reckless fighter in her. She did not retreat as her eyes burned, the young Padawan bringing her will to win against the Sith as she stood her ground and blocked the counter attack.

Seras did not have time to properly block the attack as it cut into her already damaged left side, where there was a small stab wound in Seras's side from the crash landing. The pain caused the entire left side of her body to seize up. In order to push Asajj away and take control of the fight Seras let out a fast kick at Asajj, followed by a telekentic push at her chest, aimed to throw her opponent back and out of range so Seras's left side would have time to unlock from the pain.

(I figured Asajj being an Assassin and all she would aim her counter attack at the already damaged part of Seras's body. I can edit it if you had somewhere else in mind though)

 

[Lyth Meran]

" i'll have the Blood Princess there too. no one's gonna out gun that. " lyth suggested " we gonna use the clan? " she asked thinking again a few AR-CE droids would be a better choice.

 

[Lark]

Lark chuckled when he realized that the "job" Desmond had needed help with wasn't the same type of job that Lark had assisted him with before. What have I been brought into, he thought, smiling to himself. He held the knives that he had been given by [member="Kami Meran"], as well as a blaster he had picked up off a dead Stormtrooper. Bodies littered the burnt ground, broken in ways Lark had never imagined. Fear ran rampant throughout the ruined city, he could feel it, it was palpable in the smoky air. He turned to Desmond. "Alright, lead the way," he said, soft as the smoothest silk.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Objective: Engage the Enemy Fleet above Cuvacia
Allies: [member="Maizono"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Suravi Teigra"]
Enemies: Galactic Alliance, Clans, [member="Zaren Bouqi"], [member="Otto Shule"], [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Rach Vizla"] @Anyone I missed

Jagger and his XO were now in the Combate Information Center, the center for all weapons operations and can be turned into a bridge as a last resort. He was one of the last to enter the room and though some officer and crew members noticed him, he waved them off so they could continue the attack. The helmsman and Navigation Officer were now at the Navigation Terminal that was converted into a secondary Helm. All access to the bridge was on lock down unless Jagger used his or Captain Maizono's personal ID number. No one would be taking his ship without his say so. This was slowly getting out of hand, but he still had a chance to turn the battle around, that was until the Mandos Started bombarding him with their fleets Cannons.

The Cruiser "Heavens Gift" was hit pretty bad and their shields were starting to falter. The Hammerhead "Resistance" was also under attack, but the shots were more directed at the Anaxes that some of the shots only his non essential areas and the ships could still navigate. Fires sparked and then dies out as the vacuum of space cleared out the oxygen the fires needed to survive.

Jagger looked to Maizono, "Captain I'm taking the bridge, I need you to take a team of droids armed with Electrostaffs, they are very old fashion, but will work for our needs, also take the gift our Kaiser presented to us before I left, it will help with subduing that Jedi."

He turned to the new combat crew, "Helm, come to heading 185 by 10 degree dive, give me a 90 degree right roll as well, let's show those Alliance scum if we are Yelle' Belly Whimps!" The Admiral often enjoyed making Pirate Jokes and the crew would have to accept these jokes no matter how bad they were. In response the crew answered with a combined "YARRR!"

The Comms Officer then jumped up, "Sir, theres a transmission coming in through old Republic Channels, but it's nothing but white noice."

Jagger new the Old Republic was still out there, but for them to answer their distress call. Yet he was currently 2 to 1 in this fight, adding another fleet would either help or hinder his current battle. He made a decision while he still had a chance. "Shut down the Gravity Well till that new fleet arrives, once they do, throw them back up, spin up the Hyperdrive, make it look like we are about to run."

2nd Sector Fleet + Maizono Capital Ship - Gyndine - 4,770 Fleet

Spoiler

Centenarian Battlecruiser - PLS Anaxes
Spearhead Cruiser - PLS Abomination
2x Spearhead Heavy Cruisers - PLS Gods Grasp, PLS Hevans Gift
6x Hammerhead Class Frigates - Crimson, Gold Rider, Duro Bound, Resistance, Reliance, Battlefield Peace
Katana Lighter Cruiser - Katar's Beauty



120 Rendili Fighters
10 Thunderstricker Gunships

Ship Movements

Spoiler

• The main fleet turns sharp right and roles 90 degrees so it's top guns are facing Admiral [member="Rach Vizla"], and it's belly facing General [member="Zaren Bouqi"]. A total of 75 mixture of guns open up on the Mandalorian Fleet, Spray Fire with inaccurate Cannon Fire.
• Ryan has a Ray Shield drop on him in the bridge with the droids.
• The Gravity Well Generator is shut down and the "Anaxes" shows signs of trying to escape.
• Droids as well as Marines are given orders to shoot Jedi on the spot if seen without Escort.

 

[Dar'rak]

Location: Aboard a Defender-Class Light Corvette

Spoiler

In route to the Palace on Atrisia from Dulvoyinn

Allies: [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] | [member="Franc Kotrag"] | @any other Jedi at/near the Palace.
Enemies: Sith filth.

Spoiler: Gear

Spoiler: Basic Lightsaber

Converts from a twin set of hilts into a single double-blade saber-staff. Emerald Green Blade.

Spoiler: Armor

Basic Jedi Robes colored Green with armor mesh underneath.
Natural Reptilian scales

Objective: Provide aid to his Fellow Jedi on the ground.

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Dar'rak and a few other Jedi where located on one of the Defender-Class Corvettes in hot pursuit of Knight Qel-Droma as they had entered the Atrisia system. Dar'rak for his part was in the bridge but not actually in the pilot's seat. For some reason he originally opted out of doing the flying for this mission. Instead opting for a place on the deck in meditation. That was until the full force of the Dark side washed over their vessel like a torrent of waves on the water.

The pressure on his mind from the sudden shock as well as the physical shaking of the ship caused the young Knight to open his eyes as they flared with force energy. "Did we hit something or did something hit us?" he asked the Pilot who was doing his best to keep them afloat.

"Neither sir, I don't think anyway. There seems to be a lot going on out there." The pilot tried his best to respond. Dar'rak too the opportunity to look outside the viewport at the chaos and carnage that befell the planet. he then pressed a button on the console and attempted to radio Qel-Droma in the other ship.

[Knight Qel-Droma, if you can read me I wish you luck on your mission. May the force b with you.] Dar'rak took his finger off the receiver and ushered the pilot out of his seat. "You may want to buckle up for this." The Jedi snarled at him before replacing him I the pilot seat. The Reptilian Jedi then opened the radio to the rest of the ship and the crew onboard. [I am sure you all felt that, things are about to get worse as we head down to the planet. So strap in and keep your gear stowed because folks we are going to the pits of hell and the Devil may be making this a one way trip.]

Dar'rak pulled back on the controls and pushed the engines to full as he moved in for a closer look of the carnage. Had anyone in the ship not headed his warning they would likely be thrown about as the ship banked hard to avoid a strike from the Force storm. Dar'rak pulled the controls as the starboard thrusters kicked in banking the corvette to their left as the atmosphere of Atrisia began to heat the outer hull. Pulling another lever the port thrusters activated in turn as Dar'rak moved the ship into a more level decent and allowed the heat shield on the undercarriage take the brunt of the force.

Dar'rak could feel the dark side of the force emanating from what remained of the palace. He could also sense his fellow Jedi there in a battle for their lives. It was there he was going to lan -- a sudden strike off the port-side as his engines cut out in a burst of fire. Dar'rak quickly looked at the readings on his dash as he pushed on the lever controlling them. -- crash. ["This is your captain speaking, I would like to inform you that we will be making an unexpected early landing just outside the palace walls. As always, I would like to thank you for flying Jedi air"]

Dar'rak hoped that his attempt at humor would ease the tension as they landed hard into one of the remaining walls of the palace. Part of the ship was ripped from the hull as another part collided with the rear engines severing them from the bulk of the ship before exploding. The crash felt like forever but must have taken little more than a minute before what remained of his ship finally came to a stop. Dar'rak unhooked his harness and departed the pilot's chair that was dislodged and thrown from its usual location. Dar'rak looked to the original pilot to find he had not made it. The young Jedi Knight was saddened by this but knew he still had a job to do. Removing the man's tags from around his neck Dar'rak would be sure to present them to someone who could offer up a medal of honor to his family. Whatever system they were from.

 

[Asajj]

Location: Palace Southern Entrance
Objective: Destroy the Jedi
Enemies: Engaging [member="Seras Rose"]
Allies: Sith and Palace forces

The bloodlust within sent a pounding sensation of almost-joy through Asajj as her strike hit it's mark. She almost laughed out loud with a manic grin directed at the Jedi, another thought coming into mind. Whatever had awakened inside Seras could be felt my Asajj, some kind of thrill surrounding the fight. It seemed there was room to play around here.

As the kick came in Asajj dodged to the right, her feet sliding against the mud and blood covered ground. She was however too cocky about it and failed to counter the telekinetic push, causing her to stumble back from her stance. It did little to deter her but alot to annoy her. It was time to start playing.

Reaching out with the force, her mind probed at that of the Jedi's. Through the power of the dark side she hoped to worm her way in and slowly taking control. The first few steps would be a simple attempt to read the outer layers of her mind and jumble them around, hopefully causing some confusion in the padawan's head. At the same time Asajj would stand opposite Seras with the same grin plastered across her face, lightsaber down low but ready to move into defense should she need.

"Why do you fight for these Jedi? You restrict yourself from true power by following lying idiots." A verbal attack alongside a mental one aimed to instill doubt within the Jedi.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Fighting Tentacle beast Cthulu
Objective: Save Cho from her hentai fate
Allies: Rogues!
Enemies: Tentacles!

Tentacles they were everywhere! Rogue 13’s X-wing dip and dove avoiding the wild swings of the terror. Allyson had never seen anything like this before, beyond anything in the holofilms. A part of her was exhilarated, she couldn't wait to destroy this thing and feel the praise of a hero. Then there was another part of her that was worried. She had felt the worry and frustrating Kaili was emitting, but the calming nature that washed over just meant that she was safe and Allyson could focus on the battle at hand.

“Bait, queue the final countdown, we’ll launch when the target gets in the cross hairs” Allyson of course meant the countdown for the missile launch, but the BB Unit had other plans. The bright sound of electrical and hair band sound echoed through the cockpit and around the X-Wing.

​

ITS THE FINAL COUNT DOWN​

“Damnit Bait!” Gritting through her teeth, she fired off the missiles towards the coil of tentacles, the first round of baradium missiles fired off and then she heard Seven over the coms. Cursing Allyson made her next target the tentacles that were flailing towards Seven. The X-wing fired off regular ammunition to fend off and mostly annoy the tentacle to attack her. Once Choli got out of the way, she fired off the second round of baradium missiles and got the heck out of dodge.


[member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Ostanes"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Ben Carlin"]

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Corvette Crash Site, Jar'kai
Objective: Crawl out of the Wreckage
Allies: [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"], [member="Franc Kotrag"], [member="Nataya Graf"]
Enemies: Sith and Stuff


Passenger Section, Alliance Defender-class Light Corvette
Jar'Kai, Atrisia

Deacon groaned, and his cybernetic eyes snapped open.

Blood trickled down from his scalp and dripped past his vision, but the biometric diagnostic readouts on his augmented reality display told him it was a minor laceration, and apart from a few other cuts and severe bruising, he had made it through the cash relatively unharmed. Still groggy and waiting the cognitive support implants embedded into his brain to boot up, the SIS agent struggled to peace together exactly how he had gotten here. He had been babysitting a team of Jedi that had volunteered to make a run down to the surface to help the wounded and, if necessary, do battle. Their leader, a reptilian Knight by the name of [member="Dar'rak"], had driven the sullen tempered Hapan from the cockpit with his good natured humor, and Deacon had been just about to check on the other Jedi passengers when something struck the craft hard, sending him flying into a corridor wall hard enough to knock him out for a few seconds before, after coming back to, instincts had taken over and he had barely made it to a harness before the world had come apart all around him.

Finally managing to find the right angle, he unclasped his harness before falling immediately to sideways to the newly oriented floor. His section of the ship at least had rolled over onto its side, and as he caught his first glimpse of the external surroundings he realized that the wreck was missing pieces, big pieces, including the entire front of the ship. Nearby, he could hear the groans of injured Jedi, and when he toggled his eyes to infrared he could even make out the shuffling movements of one or two others that had managed to make it through still able to walk. After directing them to check on those less fortunate, Deacon began scrambling along what had once been corridor walls in an attempt to find an exit.

He didn't exactly find what he had been looking for, but at a certain point the corridor just stopped and so too did the rest of the ship. Careful not to injure himself on the gnarled and twisted durasteel, the agent climbed out onto what he was reasonably certain used to be a city block. The passenger section was nestled up against the broken remains of a large building's first few floors, but he was pretty sure that the structure had been a ruin before they had struck it. Looking out at the remnants of Jar'Kai, Deacon could not believe that just a few hours ago this hellscape had been a thriving metropolis. Craning his neck desperately back and forth in search of other pieces of the wreck, he thought he could just barely glimpse what might be the remnants of the cockpit in the far distance.

"Knight Dar'rak!" Deacon used his comm package implant on the pre-arranged frequency, "Master Jedi, do you read? If anyone is still alive, respond!"

 

[Seras Rose]

Location: Atrisia's surface, Souther Palace Entrance
Allies: GA, Six Troopers,
Enemies: Fighting with [member=Asajj], [member=Adas James Malgus] and allies
Objective: Hold the Chokepoint against Sith Counter Attack and [member=Asajj]
Equipment: Yellow Lightsaber, Robes w/durasteel breastplate, Flare Gun (Two shots)
Song of Choice: Gospel of the Throttle - Minutes Til Midnight

Seras's grin grew just a bit as she watched the Sith dodge her kick and then get directly hit by her force push, the feeling satisfying as her left side let up and started moving properly again, Seras streching her left arm in satisfaction. It was then that she felt something. Something 'in her head'.

There was a sole objective and purpose in the Young Padawan's mind. To defeat the enemy before her with will and to break this enemy counter attack. While the mental attack did not even a bit change her objective, it did interfere with Seras being able to use the force properly for a time. As Asajj stood across from her, Seras found her footing and placed her left hand on the wrist of her right hand which held her lightsaber, a technique for giving extra power to a slash.

"Why do i fight, hmm?" Seras retorted, her body leaning forward. It was then that the battlemeditation from another Jedi on the battlefield occured, and Seras felt herself gently empowerd.

You are steady. You are firm. You have a most powerful ally at your side. The Force.

"Because you want to fight. And i want to win." Grace said her eyes flaring as she once again took initative and dashed forward, her mind and body steadied and supported by the battlemeditation, launching out a hard and fast slice at Asajj, aiming to force a ligthsaber lock. If she managed it Grace would remove her left hand from her right hands wrist and go for a hard gut punch.

 

[Asajj]

Location: Palace Southern Entrance
Objective: Destroy the Jedi
Enemies: Engaging [member="Seras Rose"]
Allies: Sith and Palace forces

"How ignorant." Asajj mocked, unaware of the battle meditation aiding her opponent. "You follow blindly and suffer for it." Her words came out with a poisonous tone, but it was clear to her this padawan was too naive to turn on the Jedi right now. Other methods had to be put in play.

As the slice came in Asajj blocked immediately, locking their blades in a battle of strength and focus. It seemed even at first until a fist slammed into Asajj's gut, causing her to falter backwards and loosen the lock. Her arms moved to maintain her defense as she stumbled back, keeping her blade infront against any opportune strike. Once recovered she decided to play her own way.

Her left hand left the hilt of her blade and unholstered the blaster pistol by her side, quickly unloading a series of shots aimed haphazardly at the chest area of the Jedi. Although hip-fired they attempted to shoot past her blade, either avoiding deflection or forcing her to. Meanwhile her right hand spun the red blade around, aiming a slicing at the left arm of the girl hopefully in unison with her shots; trying to make the Jedi choose between deflecting the shots or the slice.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Break"],

In the middle of a battle it was always a good idea to roll, you never knew when a stray shot would come flying your way, or in this case some debris or Force lightning be shot at you. At Break's words the droid scoffed,

"Those words were spoken long before that cheap rip off of my adventures even begun to form."

Honestly Break didn't even had to try and outspeed the droid, HK was more or less ignoring him, too busy to deal with the Sith Sorcery being thrown around to race the HRD, plus in the confusion of battle and Break not really doing much until now HK assumed Break was on his side. As black magic clashed against HK's lightsaber in brilliant flashes the other droid flipped over him, HK quipped,

"That is a bit unnecessary is it not?"

Again, at this point he still thought Break was one of his allies and just decided to start performing acrobatic feats for little to no reason, HK understood rolling but flipping, that's just preposterous!

HK slashed with his lightsaber, casting aside another piece of rubble flying towards him just as Spencer burst with a blinding flash, absorbing the power of the explosion caused by the Sith spirits clinging to life and turning it against them through a display of Force Light of magnitude HK has not seen since the days of Ancient Republic.

"The Storm is weakening! We are breaking through!"

The droid called out to others, [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Gabriel Sionoma"], [member="Adele Adonai"] as the clouds above them begun to calm down, their dark side nature dispersed with the burst of Light Side from Spencer's actions.


BLAM!

That was when that charged shot struck the back of HK's head. It was true that his eyes were one of his weak points, the problem was that Break flipped over him to attack and HK didn't give him the time of day to even face him, so the HRD was firing at the thick back casing of HK's metal Phrik. That was not were his eyes were, his eyes were in the front of his head. Instead the portion of the skull was at one of its strongest points, since it protected some of his vital operation components like memory banks and cognitive cores.

The plasma shot splashed against surface of a built-in deflector shield that appeared around HK, one of his defenses against energy attacks. Still the force of the shot carried through, shaking and rattling his head from behind, making the droid to give out some weird noise,

"Ya-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta"

His organic armor gave out a dangerous hiss before the droid turned around to Break, facing him as he prepared another shot, cowering behind his particle shield.


"So you side with the Sith?"

HK holstered his lightsaber and pulled out one of his Magnetic Revolvers, the very same he shot out at one of the Sith assassins,

"A poor and illogical choice."

The droid did not attack back yet against Break, instead in quick movement he pulled the casing of his Revolver off, HK was the one who designed the guns, he knew well how to deconstruct and modify them quickly,

"But apparently unlike you, I still hold some allegiance towards our kind. Leave before our forces overrun this planet and surround you. We have control over the orbit, the storm is dying and with it a way for our army is open. Still, more allies flock to our side to drive this darkness back into its shadows. I do not want to hurt you, but if I have to, I will deactivate you."

Still he worked on his revolver as he spoke to Break, this time ready for another attack.

 

[Darth Imperia]

Equipment: Armorweave Jacket, Antique DL-44 Blaster Pistol, Respirator
Allies: [member="Darth Vitium"] , Loxley the Swamp Dog
Enemies: Everyone Else, Apparently (Especially [member="Darth Mephirium"] and [member="Darth Vulcanus"])
Objective: Survive

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The Sithling couldn't help but shoot a glance at her Mistress. She knew Vitium was powerful - she could feel that, the beautfiul, eery darkness that oozed from her Mentor's very being, and she could also feel that presence growing stronger and stronger.

And while she had to admit that that dark majesty was certainly impressive, it wasn't what engendered an entirely new level of respect for her Mentor in her. What Vitium was engaging in, through her telepathy, went beyond mere trash talk, beyond simple bile and biting wit. It felt to her that her Mistress had taken psychological torment and made it into an art form. And while she said nothing, and her expression and postured never changed, anyone with even the most basic Empathic abilities could tell you one thing - The Acolyte formerly known as Mala, for perhaps the second or third time in her life, felt a real and deep respect for someone other than herself.

But that respect was quickly replaced by a hardened determination - she'd have time to fawn over Vitium when she wasn't in a war zone. The Acolyte slid on her respirator, taking a brief second to really appreciate the taste of air that wasn't tainted by blood or blaster residue, then began quietly running a field diagnostic on her blaster - the sights seemed fine, both the gas cartridge and power cell were at full capacity, and there was no structural damage that she could see - the last step of that process was probably unnecessary, seeing as she very rarely used the pistol, but it was part of the routine she had set up for herself, and there was no reason to deviate from it now.

"Yes, my Mistress," was the response the Sithling gave upon realizing that Vitium was speaking to her once more. "Would you like my assistance in this battle? I'm not sure exactly how much assistance I can offer, but unless your foe begins leaping around the battlefield, I'm certain I can get a shot or two off on him."

 

[Kana Truden]

Enemies: [member="Darth Mephirium"] // [member="Darth Malakai"] [member="Kruel Zing"] @The Gray Assassin [member="Rapax"]

Allies: [member="Adele Adonai"] // [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] // [member="Raph Thule"] // [member="Spencer Varanin"] // @HK-36 // [member="Elpsis Elaris"]

Her shuttle jolted from the storm and Kana awoke with a gasp. Errant coughs cleared her throat and caused her ribs to swell up in pain. Her neck was stiff, her entire back felt battered and there was a very distinct ringing sound emanating within her ears. Ringing like they had so many times before in situations that was far too similar to this one. Fear in its purest form filled the air like a thick miasma looking to poison the minds of all who was weak enough to let it, yet Kana felt herself unafflicted. The fear it called on was a fear of death, and the fear of death had long since passed her fancy. She was one with it at this point. She had overcome it. Fate had already had a way of pushing the woman to her edge. Death had been a part of her life for fifteen years ever since she joined the Old Jedi Order of the Republic. When her best friend had been the grand master of the order, when the only fear she had was to not perform as well as the others.

But things had changed since then. Now Jedi Master Corvus was gone without a trace. Jedi Master Kian Karr was gone without a trace. Even Jedi Master Seraphina Shel’tah, Kana’s greatest student and pride, was gone without a trace which was not to mention the Enclave that she had been part of on Ruusan. At this point Kana had felt enough of loss to quite simply be numbed from it. These days she kept people at arm’s reach and felt little need to have all that many people close to her. In that regard she had become exactly what the Republic had wanted her to become. She was an uncaring machine, a jedi that felt no fear in the light of extreme adversity. There was no longer anything in her life that she treasured and there was not a thing in her life that she’d ever be willing to give up. She went on with life because it was the only thing she could demand of herself, she went on with life because she had seen what a big joke it all was and because at the end of it all, when the lights before her eyes were going to shut for last time, she would be the one to deliver the punchline.

Metal hissed and she let herself be free from her chair. She tried to catch herself but found herself crying out in pain as her left arm burned. It hurt. Her arm was fractured, her head spinning for a moment and the ringing didn’t seem to end. Kana latched onto a nearby pole and pulled herself off the floor and trudged over to the exit of her shuttle. The woman had never been to Atrisia, and at this point there was no denying that she ever would. The winds caught her golden blonde hair as ash began to pick away at her robe.

It was never anywhere nice with the Jedi. Always places like this. It never changed.

The bodies that laid before her all stared blank into the skies. Some were soldiers, others locals yet they had all shared the same fate in the end. They were all equals at that point, there was no hierarchy in death.

She felt signatures off in the distance. Her feet began shuffling towards it as a bright light pierced the heavens. There was no time to stand around. Kana sped herself up, rushed across the fields of dead bodies and met up with the others only to find that the source of the light was none other than...

“... Crazy cat lady?” Kana perked her brow and slowly approached Gabe, Jacen and Adele. Kana might have been who she was, but that did not mean she couldn’t enjoy a good laugh. A grin spread across her lips. Not that it lasted. Instead she winced as she raised her injured arm towards the blonde to help her stay up, offering yet another boost of energy to the one who seemed to need it the most.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Cuvacia
[member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Maizono"]

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere little pubby. Keep interdiction up. Hammer those fighters with Vulcan Flak cannons, and keep fire power up on the command ship." The mighty Star Destroyer had a lot going for it over the Anaxes. She was bigger, much more powerful, and could survive much more opposition than the little Escort Destroyer that could. The Sovereign had pulled to Defense gun range and was keeping up with the Republic vessel angrily. There was no real escape here.

Hypervelocity guns, sixteen of them and two oversized repeating Hypervelocity cannons, formed the Sovereign's primary armament. This was supported by her shield leechers and oversized Deck cannons taking painful shots at the Anaxes. The beautiful thing about the Sovereign, was that while the Anaxes turned her weapons upon the Mandalorian vessel, a solid half of that firepower reflected towards the slow moving Destroyer trying to flee adding to the suffering of the enemy ship. But the shields were leveling out with what they could sustain taking and what they continued to regain and recharge with. Eventually, her shields would run out. In short, the sovereign kept right on dumping her full firepower into the Anaxes, supported somewhat by her feedback shields.

"Fire Shipbreachers at engines since they are so deadset on fleeing." Rach's voice was calm and collected. So far the enemy fleet wasn't doing the smart thing. While the enemies' interdiction was now disabled, the Mandalorian Interdiction and early warning systems were fully operational, and centered on the Anaxes anyway, in case they forgot while getting pounded with more Hypervelocity gun rounds than anyone really deserved. To add suffering to the mix, sixteen missiles streaked from the Sovereign towards the Anaxes. These were special missiles. While not as destructively powerful as an assault proton rocket, they were capable of bypassing several types of shielding.

Vulcan flak cannons continued lobbing innumerable massive flak shells into the ever growing Republic starfighter group, aided by the other point defense weapons. For now, the Mandalorian fighter complement hung back waiting to see how many died before engaging.

Sovereign-class Star Destroyer Sovereign
Haran'uliik-class Light Frigate Like
Haran'uliik-class Light Frigate Hell

 

[Jsc]

Sullust


Yep. What had started as a witchhunt for Sith remnants had somehow gotten worse. Go figure. Something about ships over Atrisia. Some random blockade for bad guys. Mmm. Needless to say. It had gotten bigger than that. Things had gotten much, much worse.

"Oh boy. Would ya look at that. Yep. I've seen enough hentai to know where this is going. Eww."

Karen frowned as she stepped off the treadmill. She was exercising in the gym's atrium as the holographic newsfeed did it's best to broadcast this... this? Um. Well. This, whatever it was. Storms here, storms there. Hard to say what was really happening out there right now. I mean, fleet battles themselves didn't put out this much static interference. No. This was more like a XL-class drifting nebula had collided with the whole star system and then exploded into lightning and tentacles.

"Ugh. Tentacles. Blehh. Never again. Gackt."

Roberts grabbed her towel and spit on the ground for good measure. All the while as the other Bedrock X-Wing recruits stared dumbfounded at the holo-screens. Nah. Nah. One fight with ol' King Loli was more than enough for this Jedi Peacock. Ugh. Right now. She just needed a cold shower and a hot shave.

Really? Tentacles? ...Gross.

 

[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

Tony had begun to accept what he was now. He was a monster. But it's not my fault! It was the blasted Jedi and Sith. Force users who used their power unabated or thought their alignment gave them the right to claim rule over others. Yes, yes... And now I will make them all pay. Tony made his way through the palace. Something had begun to tug at him from back the way he came. As the skirmishes within the palace died down it had left many wounded... He had to place his hands directly on them for the power to work. He wasn't strong enough yet for anything else. Some resisted, some accepted their fate and called him Death. Either way when he put his hands on them they would soon find their corpses becoming husk of their former selves. With every man he consumed he felt his own power grow. Oh yes, they will all die.

Tony made his way onto the palace steps and watched as multiple Jedi began making their way up towards the palace. They would be confronted by a [member="Darth Lykos"] and Tony would wait for the opportune moment to strike. When their battle had waged well past the dead and the damned then Tony would swoop in. Like an angel of death he would come in and end their suffering.

A voice cried out to him. It was a man he had dragged with him. He found the more he supped the greater the hunger became and right now he was ravished. He walked to the dying man who tried to shy away.

"No! Please! I have kids on Mand'alor!" The man begged weakly, tears streaking down his face.

"Half the people you killed today were probably fathers," Tony kneeled and grabbed the mans forearms. A dark aura glowed brightly from his hands and visible wisp of energy seemed to peel of the man like dead skin. All of it flying directly into Tony's palm's. The mans body whittled away at itself. His eyes shrank and became yellow balls of goo. His body became gaunt like a skeletons. His skin turned a sickly gray color, and his veins bulged at the tight fitting skin...

[member="Deacon"], [member="Dar'rak"], @Rhen Qel-Droma

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Allies: [member="Break"] [member="Rapax"]​

Enemies: [member="HK-36"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Kana Truden"]​

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As Ajihad executed a series of attacks that should have left his opponents reeling, it seemed the witty droid would be yet another opponent he would have to trike down. The mechanical menace shielded Varanin as he attempted to break her concentration. He grimaced as his Odojinya was warded off by light side energies. He immediately opted to end the spell rather than combat their wards.​

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He looked over as the redhead sent jets of golden flame at him, no doubt intending to burn him alive. Someone had immobilized him by telekinetically holding him in place, further limiting his options. Still, they would soon learn the assassin had more than a few tricks up his sleeve.​

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As the flame enveloped him in a holy blaze, it would seem he had succumbed to the purging fire. Obstructed from view, the Jedi would see him collapse to the ground as a torrent of flame washed over him. What the Jedi didn't know was that he was utilizing the art of Tutaminis to absorb the energy the sorceress was so recklessly casting at him.​

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As the fire subsided, the assassin was brimming with energy. He still feigned injury, appearing to lay wounded upon the wrecked street as he reached out with the force to probe the droid that had so foolishly attemped to defend Varanin against his attacks. Much of it's structure was force dead through Vong implants, but that far from protected the Iron Knight from the Sith's fury. He used the force to view the droid's Phrik plates; one its most adamant defenses. Or so it thought.​

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He viewed the Phrik's molecular structure as if looking through a microscope. Using the Art of the Small, he used the force to actually alter the Phrik on the droid's body. To any who were paying attention, once-shiny shell of the HK-model would turn a dull pewter color. What was once strong and sturdy would become weak and feeble. The Baron's Phrik armor became nothing more than pencil lead.​

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Graphite.​

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With that little boost, Ajihad hoped that Break would be able to easily destroy the droid. He then turned his attention to the scarlet witch who so foolishly allowed him so much energy. He stuck out a gloved hand in a dramatic fashion pointed directly at her. Instead of applying energy like she had done, the assassin would opt to take it from her being. Using cryokinesis, he would rapidly drain the thermal energy from her body at an alarming rate. Frost would creep over her skin as her body temperature would drop thirty degrees Fahrenheit every second. In less than ten seconds her body would become a withered, lifeless husk unless someone intervened.​

 

[Rapax]

Allies: [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Break"]
Enemies: [member="HK-36"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] Engageing [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

The amount of lightside energy that was being gathered was the most he has ever seen in any of his previous battles, But that did not matter they were here to take this palace and he has to make certain that doesnt happen. He heard the revolver go off but was barely able to use some of this force protect to spong some of it but not enough to keep it from making him flinch and dent the phrik plating, This was why he brought this thick armor for attacks such as these. The fire shaper was a interesting one indeed it would be interesting to combat her with his fire shaping but Break his old friend decided to face off against her and that HK unit,He turned his gaze towards a enemy he recognized barely in his battle in the skys above Togoria with Chevu the green jedi knight he enjoyed hunting. She might be no more but he will atleast have fun with combating this one.


He raised one of his hands towards @Gabriel Sionama useing the power given off by the dark side NEXUS within the armor and some of the light side aura being generated here to fuel the energy as he closed all but his pinky and index finger and a bolt of green energy started to form. He used his rage which burned like the fires of hell to fuel this ancient sith magic art and fired the powerful bolt towards him in the hopes itd hit him but if not he prepared himself to defend against the enevitable counter attack.

(OOC: IF i missed anyone here i apologies there is alot i had to catch up on Q_Q)

 

[Bethany Kismet]

ATRISIA
Physically Nearby: [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Alecandria"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Darth Vitium"]

The soft sensation of warmth- of hearth and home- rippled out from the Jedi Master. Each place it encountered someone who welcomed it, it rebloomed, spreading stronger. Where it met resistance in the form of hate and desired violence, it faltered- weaker, pale and cold.

Bethany could sense the places of ebb and flow, the echoes returning to her as her light moved and bolstered those already moving within it. Some, she was surprised to find, she knew. There was a familiarity, a greeting that would reach [member="Michael Sardun"], and eventually (though weaker and distant) [member="Ayden Cater"]. But there were unfamiliar sources- potential wells where maybe there was a chance to see something more. The bolstering touch of [member="Adele Adonai"] and Bethany eventually touched, overlapping and growing within the Force where they did. And the Beacon that was [member="Spencer Varanin"] was impossible to miss from any connected point on Atrisia. So bright it almost blinded. Here though, was an underlayer of darkness- consuming, feeding. There was a war going on here within the Force, beyond just that between lightsabers and blasters. This was a war for the very soul of the planet itself. And while they moved within the lightside of the Force, Bethany's chest ached with the weight of the loss they still moved within. The sensation of the consumption of [member="Nulgath Zardai"] was impossible to miss- and for her at least, she understood far more than the immediate implications.

Certain places, these however were pockets of darkness- of power being used in ways that she had not seen in half a millennia. The storm itself lived and breathed, roaring and tearing with the energies of [member="Darth Praetorias"]. Within the storm itself though, was something else. No, it wasn't within the storm. [member="Mythos"] was the storm. Weakening ripples in the warmth, the attempt to calm and bring peace broke like waves upon [member="Kruel Zing"] and [member="Darth Erebos"]. Though there was so much more in every case. Few settled so deeply in to the darkness that there was not some greater purpose- they fought to live- few fought solely to kill. They defended Atrisia, this complicated and dark army.

Though two places- two places where her reach touched told a very different story. Beneath the ground, the waiting, quiet darkness of [member="Soeht"] followed others. She could see the link between it and someone far more difficult to find. The light flickered, in and out, a red, pulsing sensation in the Force that she didn't have time to parse.

And the other-

There was a malice there- deep and unforgiving. Here was the first place that the diminutive master actually recoiled. This was no creeping, insidious darkness. This was fire. This was hunger. This was not the evil that comes from ignorance or misunderstand.

This was a malevolence born of the primal void, the place where light could not cast back the shadows. But where the light itself was consumed. In most people, there were seeds of both good and evil, that would grow only if given the chance. Nurtured and encouraged.

In this consuming shadow fire, for the first time in over five hundred years-

Bethany could not find the kernel of light she sought by default. It wasn't simply buried deep.

It did not exist.

[member="Reverance"]