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

[Joza Perl]

Capital City, Heading towards palace
Gear:

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2x Standard Lightsabers, Sasori Medium Armor, AI Wrist Blaster, VT Needle Disruptor, Tactical Fighting Blade

Allies: [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Spencer Varanin"], [member="Adele Adonai"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Gabriel Sionoma"], [member="Seras Rose"]
Enemies: [member="Rapax"], [member="Break"], [member="Lord Ajihad"], [member="Darth Lykos"], Sith in general (sorry if I forgot a tag!)
Intercepting [member="Seria Ventreme"]

The more she continued to try and feed her power towards Spencer, the more uneasy she became. How others could embrace a skill like battle meditation when all hell was breaking loose around them was something Joza could not understand. As waves of heat dispersed into the air, the Zeltron felt a roll of anger radiate from an approximation of Elpsis and Voidstalker’s engagement. Unable to keep her senses dulled, she gradually drained her extension of power from Spencer. “Sorry,” She muttered to no one in particular, a bit miffed that she couldn’t manage a meditative skill as well as she thought she could. At least now her focus was sharp, snapping to the superheated shrapnel being cast towards the Jedi Master and pyromancer from behind.

The Zeltron surged forward, suddenly—brazenly—with enough gusto that might make a less balanced being stumble. In a strange way, this was her element, and yet it wasn’t. She fed on the heat, the excitement, the adrenaline coursing through her own veins. She would not reach the pair in time to physically intercept the onslaught of molten wreckage, and so she extended a hand and the Force along with it. A wall of Force energy would fill a space between her two allies and Seria’s attack, just enough to cover their backs and allow the rubble to bounce from it. Barriers and the like were a favorite of Joza’s, probably a remnant from the days when nerves ruled her.

The debris that intercepted the barrier fell to the ground, a few pieces that retained their heat hissed against the earth. Instead of telekinetically playing hot potato and tossing a few back, the pink woman’s head tilted in the direction from whence the onslaught came, eyes resting on the form of a burnt young woman from behind the visor of her helmet. In all actuality, she probably didn’t have to visually look for Seria—the waves of fury and anguish radiating from her were palpable in the blistering atmosphere.

Still, that was all the confirmation she needed. “Yup.” Having moved such that her back was to Jacen and Elpsis, Joza thrusted her palm forward with a heavy grunt and sent the wall of Force rushing towards Seria.

 

[Mao]

Coruscant
Galactic Alliance Trade Systems Check
[member="Face"]

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The lovely thing about Coruscant is that with the recent turn over from the One Sith to that of the Galactic Alliance is that nothing was simply so easy. Right after the liberation of Coruscant, the reconstruction efforts along with that of high security of the planet meant that random inspections would go through. The Galactic Alliance during reconstruction had gathered security droids as well as trained personnel to ensure the safety of the crown jewel of the galaxy. So it was to no abrupt chance that the models of YT Freighters coming along the check point would have to be searched.

The infiltrators would have to get past Omega Pyre security. The first of which they would have to pass through a mandatory random inspection. The random inspection through the trade port build exactly for this very reason. Here it is where Watchmen Security Droids provide to detect weapons and ordnance.

[ Unidentified vessels, this is Coruscant Trade Security. Please dock on Hanger Bay Aurek Nine, Aurek, Ten, Aurek Eleven, and Aurek Twelve to proceed for inspection. ]​

 

[Shaddi]

When he heard Serena ask him it trew him a little and he looked towards Adas and then back to her. It took a moment as he wrapped his head around what was happening around them. "Slim, the hope for Atrisia is slim now but if the two of you die or are captured then Atrisia is really lost." His tone determined and steadfast now as his faceless mask seeemd to stare directly into Serena's eyes to couge her own determination. "I will help you in whatever you requrire, advise you if you wish and I will protect you two with whatever skill and ability I have at my dispossal." He then said as he waited to see what the widowed queen now had in mind.

[member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="Serena Bouie"]

 

[Sal Katarn]

Atrisia
Palace
Enemies: [member="Akuma"] | [member="Judas Foster"] | [member="Darth Malakai"]
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Dravis Rosilla"]

The cloud of flame and ash subsides in force, but flakes still swirl about me. I hear a crackling on my helmet's comm.

"Thule, where are you? We've got Vong."

"Dallows?"

"Yorik ships and Rakamats incoming, make sure you stay in cover."

"Copy that, LT."

Sith, Mandalorians, and walking volcanoes. I guess it was only a matter of time before Vong got added to the mix. We should've wiped out those extragalactic zealots years ago.

I stalk through the grim, ash-laden palace. Once beautiful, now a shattered war zone. My helmet's HUD filters out most of the mess and gives me some visibility. I see a slim figure ahead of me, with long flowing hair.

The Sith girl.

"Hands up," I call, carbine raised, then remember the blood trickling from her eardrums. She probably couldn't hear me. So I just pull the trigger and loose a hard sound blast at her legs. Maybe I can take her in alive.

 

[Lark]

"You'll be alright on your own, right?" The wild man asked. A good question, one that Lark wasn't sure he could answer at the moment. He was as capable as the greatest of soldiers, but what they were up against were stronger still. Could he go toe-to-toe with a Jedi or a Sith? If he had time to plan, if he had known what he would have been up against, maybe he'd be able to fight a master of the Force, but in hectic scenes like this even the most carefully constructed plans turned to dust within a few moments.

"I'll be fine," he responded softly. [member="Thraxis"] gave him a crazy look, and Lark went off on his mission. [member="Desmond C'artyom"] had told him to attack some blonde a bit east of his current location, and Lark set off in search of her.

He scavenged some weapons from dead bodies that littered the ground, he wanted to be prepared. He picked up a set of pistols, a handful of grenades, and a sniper that he may try and use to pick his target off from a distance. But in a ruined city like this, getting a clean, clear shot would be difficult, so he'd probably end up ditching it.

Dust from ruined buildings blew in the wind, the sound of rubble sliding down what used to be a family's home was barely audible over the distant sound of blaster fire. He climbed into a crumbling building, some of it's supports were still in place. Unless a ship came hurtling into it, it should hold for a little while. He scaled the building, hoping to get a decent view. He gazed calmly out one of the windows, and saw his target, [member="Kana Truden"]. She wasn't that far away, close enough to be dangerous. Perhaps staying hidden would be a safe option, maybe I can tire her out. He took out a grenade, calmly primed it, and lobbed it through the window. He bolted towards another window, he doubted the grenade would actually kill her. He knelt down with the sniper, and waited for an opening.

 

[Seras Rose]

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

This was the first time that Seras's lightsaber had sunk into the enemy with her slash across Asajj's back. But it was not deep enough, she was still moving. "They make sure ya'll dont fall down easy don't they..." She said, her body screaming in protrest as she forced it to stand. By now, she had managed to become numb to the pain. It was a distraction, but it did not impede her body or her will. That was when Seras felt something in the force. Without the battle meditation in effect, she would not have felt it through the cloud of darkside that the planet was embroiled in. Seras started to turn, getting ready to dodge a shot from behind her, pivoting on her right foot. One shot blocked, her lightsaber moving in to deflect number two as something odd happend. Seras felt a sudden pain in her right heel, followed by a warm feeling of blood pooling in her boot and before she realized it she was on the ground, her right knee on the ground and her left leg just barely supporting her from splaying out on the ground entierly.

"...The... Karking.. Hell?" She gasped, not even feeling the pain of the cut, there was to much adrenaline going through her body. Time seemed to stop as she looked back at her leg, which now had a disturbingly clean cut. Seras would not be standing properly in this fight again, that she knew. The sheer sudden suprise was overwhelming, her mind entering a state of shock. The only thing that drug her out of it was a blaster shot from the trooper, the last one he fired before he was dogpiled by another trooper. The last shot grazed her right side, forcing her forward and making her prop herself up with her left hand. Seras nearly fell into dispair, but her will refused to falter. Not yet. She was not dead yet. But if she kept still like she was, she certainly would be.

She pushed herself up, keeping in the kneeling position and raising her lightsaber in a defensive stance, concentrating. Gathering the force, preparing for a last ditch effort. Seras shifted around and held her lightsaber with only her right hand, her left preparing for what might well be her final act, her eyes locking with Asajj's. There was no words, only silent determination.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

[member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Darth Malakai"] @Tag doesn't work Taryc

As the Mandalorian closed the distance he sprayed the man with flame. It did nothing against the powerful beskar, but it did allow Causstik to see him better. Then the man ended his charge brought his sword up and sprayed cold nitrogen around the knees, this did not faze the Trandoshan. His own armor was equipped with basic heating electronics. Causstik brought both bladed hands down upon the blade at the same time Draco sprayed the nitrogen. This was done in a atempt to bring the weapon down slightly. As he did so a vomit of acid would spit out of his Cybernetic Eye. Aimed directly at the weak point where the Mandalorians helmet ended and his neck began.

"GRA HA HA HA," Causstik laughed his voice sounding like gravel.

As they all fought a distant clanking could be heard. It sounded faintly of screeching metal.

"This Alpha-417, here to provide support,"

The At-St commed in as they made their way through giant palace halls.

Outside Causstiks forces had the Mandalorian forces surrounded, but they gave no ground. The battle had slowed into a stalemate. Now troops would only trade shots from buildings. Explosions rang out occasionally as AT-AT'S or Basilisk fired explosives. The important thing is The Mandalorians had been contained..

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Allies: [member="Rapax"] [member="Break"] [member="Seria Ventreme"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"]​

Enemies: [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Kana Truden"] @HK-31​

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Ajihad took a moment to gather himself. He wasn't tired, at least not it the traditional sense. Thanks to his utilization of Tutaminis and Force Walk, he had massive reserves of energy waiting to be called upon. However, that didn't change the fact that his body was being punished for channeling that much power. He used cryokinesis to lower his body temperature as his skin was smoldering from too much channeling. It was time to focus on more physical combat.​

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“Coward. At least the others faced me with respect.”

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Ajihad sneered. He wasn't one to be offended by the petty insults thrown at him by bitter Jedi. Plus, he was an assassin. Indirect combat was his specialty.​

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After cooling off for a second, Ajihad would drop silently to the street below. He was still invisible, and his force presence was expertly concealed. He silently unsheathed his Vong fighting claws as he crept towards Truden and Varanin, cringing in pain as he did so. Spencer was busy paying attention to the massive approaching form of Vulcanus, creating a window of opportunity for him to land a quick kill. He was perfectly aware there were those who could see through his veil of deception, though they were spread few and far between. Sill, he stayed vigilant for any incoming attacks.​

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As he got closer, his cybernetic eye scanned for weak points in her armor. After determining a location in the small of her back where his claws would be able to slip past the armor, he would prepare to strike. He took a quiet breath as he calmed himself. It was all or nothing. He looked over at a nearby building severely damaged from the fighting. The front wall on the top floor was going to fall soon, it just needed a little encouragement. He telekinetically pulled it a small bit, separating it from the building and sent it on course to squish the two Jedi along with Ajihad. He assumed they would use a shield to protect themselves from being flattened, which would indirectly protect the invisible assassin as well. It was a risky gamble, but it would hopefully pay off In the moment they were distracted he would take his opportunity to strike. In one precise forward motion, he would quickly move to sever her spine.​

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Perhaps some good would come from this fight after all.​

 

[Cathul Thuku]

OOC: [member="Geloyra Malleus"] has shown no signs of activity lately so I will have to roll on without her for the time being.

IC: Location: Inysh
Allies: Alliance [member="Geloyra Malleus"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] [member="Zark"]
Enemies: Sith [member="Jagger Fuga"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Marcus Itera"]
Objective: Take care of the incoming patients

"Therapy Command, we have received reports that there are too many refugees fleeing Atrisia for Inysh's ability to take care of patients so that some of them have been dispatched to Dahrtag"

"The situation is graver than first estimated by High Command. But we have to take the best care possible of what patients acutally are sent our way"

"Speaking of which, admiral, we are picking up two new contacts in-system: ANS Ritalin and ANS Prozac, Saint-class both. The first one appears to be loaded with patients, the second with medical supplies"

While Geloyra was busy dealing with another patient, in the background, in an attempt to relieve the smaller injuries of incoming patients for the droids to take care of the more severe in as soon as the complement of patients, Cathul had to take matters into her own hands. If the first batch of patients was delivered onboard the Ritalin, which just landed with roughly 300 patients onboard, she began using what Force-healing she could to what patients were given, while the rest of the medical personnel took care of the remainder. But since Cathul was herself a Force-healer, she was also handed a patient from time to time. The first patient to be directly given to her was a Pantoran who endured several cuts as well as broken bones. She chose to use Force-healing on the broken bones first, while the triage nurse was around to allocate the patients to the various stations where medical teams and droids were hard at work taking care of the patients.

"What do we have here, admiral?"

"Broken bones, and other severe injuries. The Alliance sent for the most severe cases first"

"If you may excuse me, I have other patients to take care of" the triage nurse told the admiral, while Cathul focused on using Force-healing to grow a splint where the patient's femur broke, like her very first Force-patient back on Mandalore.

"The patient must be immobilized, stat!"

Meanwhile, in space, the final adjustments to Therapy Command's flagship, the ANS Hero of Coruscant, made in the wake of the battle over Hakassi, were completed. They never quite got around to making the proper adjustments for the ship's new configuration, which made it leave Hakassi in a not-fully-operational state. This time around, it would actually would render the Mateus a credible counter for the Imperator-X. Double redundancy shields, two 380mm long-range hypervelocity cannons, triple turrets rather than double, 20 heavy launchers rather than 10, an additional reactor... Oh, for sure, losing 2 million tons in cargo capacity wasn't making much of a difference, 3 million tons was enough to cater for the needs of 16,000 troops for a while as well as a mobile base. But with the modifications enacted, the ANS Hero of Coruscant is no longer a pure carrier, and even the Hakassi configuration was stretching it, but a Star Destroyer (or Star Defender).

"Stand by for final systems check" the carrier's chief engineer ordered.

"Therapy Command wanted this ship to be a deterrent for any Sith fleets approaching Inysh. Auxiliary reactor" the captain of the Hero of Coruscant offered for commentary.

"Check"

"Deflector shields?"

"Check"

"Missile launchers"

"Check"

"Trench turbolasers"

"Check

"All systems go"

Therapy Command (4300m):

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ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier): 2000m
ANS Yag'dhul (Dreadnought Mk3): 700m
ANS Vandelhelm (Dreadnought Mk3): 700m
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7): 300m

Attack craft (deployed in a defensive screen):
144 T-70 X-Wings
60 BB-2 bombers

NJO ships:

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In-system:

ANS Tylenol (Cardea-class medical cruiser): 790m
ANS Pharmacokinetics (Cardea-class medical cruiser): 790m
ANS Ritalin (Saint-class SAR craft) 250m
ANS Prozac (Saint-class SAR craft) 250m

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

[member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Zark"] @sieb tavv

Commodore Nor took the explanation quite stoically, all things considered. At the end he snapped his jaw shut and took a moment to consider this. His fingers drummed across the head of his cane.

“I can't tell you much about the surface I'm afraid. The storm seems to be causing interference. We just get excerpts of what's going on down there. Sounds like the New Jedi Order is trying to stop whatever is causing this.”

Vilin sighed and looked out through the view screen.

“Sir energy weapon signatures from threat Besh Four,” a bridge officer pipes up.

“The lowtechech?” Vilin attempted to translate.

“Signature is baradium missiles. Our own sir.”

“Thank you. Signal Pulsar and Tavv. Let them know we're holding position but if they give us precise coordinates we'll unleash all energy torpedoes and see that thing back to where it came from.

“Master Talith, I can spare a Squadron of A-Wings to escort you both planetside. I fear your expertise is in greater demand than my own.”

 

[Arieth zh'Vranthi]

KHOMM
Galactic Alliance Diplomatic Vessel Sullust Dawn
[member="Eldaah Aderyn"] @Ajira Cardei

Meanwhile, back at Khomm.

Captain Hfie Vi, an Ugnaught Alliance officer picked up the incoming call from the RNS Jamillia:

"We have an incoming message that has been relayed from the RNS Jamillia." the Ambassador's aide taking the call gave the nod to patch it through.

"It is from Lialac, Ma'am -- a distress signal."

[ "We are in dire need of help! A Sith has unleashed some sort of monsters into the spaceport! They're taking people and turning them into more of them! Run! Hurry up! They're breaking into the room! We have to run now!!" ]

Hfie Vi clucked his tongue. The Ambassador was currently moving to have a meeting with the Khomm council, so he had to be the one to make the call.

" RNS Jamillia has confirmed they are sending one of their fourteen-hundreds to Lialac with half a squadron of Sorunas. Naboo's is expressing a willingness to help. "

A snort and a nod.

"Snort snort, squee, snort squee grunt, snort squee." the call was made to confirm the distress call and send aide from Dulvoyinn, where the bulk of their assets were at to provide aide. They would be the fastest ones to catch up to Naboo's envoy and do the best that they could.

 

[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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There was not much that Mala Arar had believed in, when there still was a Mala Arar in the galaxy. That was her largest flaw; she was empty, for the most part. Little in the way of belief or ideology guided her, gave her purpose or meaning. But that flaw was also, incidentally, one of the reasons that Vitium had been drawn to her, and had taken her as an Apprentice. A blank slate was what Vitium had desired, and Mala was the perfect example of that; incredibly adaptable, without belief or principle. A cunning, sadistic bundle of passion and need that could be transformed into a Sith proper, if given the right tutelage.

The same could not be said of the Apprentice, walking to Jar'Kai at her mentor's side. For while it was true that she had been given little in the way of instruction, 'Instruction' was not the way she learned best, anyway - she observed and learned on her own, taking knowledge for herself rather than having it handed to her. And her Mistress had plenty in the way of knowledge - Libraries, Holocrons, personal anecdotes and tales from her own life that she deigned to share with the Acolyte. And it was from these sources - volumes upon volumes of information on the Sith; their history, their philosophy, their ancient traditions - that the Sithling began forging something she'd never had before.

A set of ideals. They were not benevolent ideals, to be sure. And they were perhaps self serving, in a sense - the belief that the weak should be subjugated by the strong, that the Darkness is (ever so conveniently) superior to the Light. There was the Code of the Sith, as well, which extolled the ideals of strength, passion, victory and freedom.

If she stopped there, if her philosophy went no further than those vain and vague and oh-so-convenient-for-her beliefs, she would have been no better than the countless Pretender-Sith who her Mistress was soon to decimate. But no. She had a goal. She had vision, and whilst it was not as strong and unyielding as her Mistress's, it was much the same. A Galaxy enveloped in Darkness, where the power of the Dark Side ruled uncontested and the followers of the Light were forced to scrounge and hide like the Sith had done for countless ages before.

Like Vitium and unlike the pretenders the former had just verbally destroyed, the Acolyte sought not to subjugate the Force, to use it solely for her own ends. Rather, she sought to become one with it.

It was for these reasons, and many others, that the Apprentice was not disturbed or unnerved as the Darkness poured from Darth Vitium's body. It was an expression of her connection to the Dark Side, something to be respected, not horrified by.

Loxley, trotting at her owner's side, was unaffected by the deep and philosophical ponderings of her two companions. Her thoughts were far more simple; things such as "I'm a dog!"

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Palace, Upper Levels
[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Raph Thule"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Darth Malakai"]

His opponent lunged forward to strike his arm during the wide sweep of cryoban burst, but seemed content to walk among it. Supercooled metal became very brittle and fragile, it was science. When supercooled metal got heated too quickly, it could much more easily fracture. The sword lashed out for his forearm and struck solid beskar. Nonetheless, Draco could feel pain as the bones in his arm fractured.

It took effort to shunt the pain out of his mind and body, but it was not impossible. Light-Shield flickered on as the warlord brought his left arm up, sizzling and splattering with some form of acidic substance sprayed against it. The smell of burning metal filled the room as little droplets pocked on the coated plates Vereen wore, the armorweave seared but not shredded. Draco half-stepped backwards, putting him further to the right of the Trandoshan warrior as he began his attack.

Sword extended into the shape and length of a true Knight's Sword and brought in a sweeping arc upwards towards the Trandoshans left-side. The blade crackled with dark side energy as Draco channeled a burst of Sith Lightning through the weapon. The Mandalorian craftsman admired the Trandoshan's courage, but courage was not always wise. His mind was working faster and faster as the battle began and his focus tunneled to the things threatening him, shutting out the outside filter and condensing his sphere of influence in size.

There was an AT-ST now, but a Basilisk wouldn't have terrible trouble with the tall fragile walker. Basilisk had a handful of missiles and decent enough shields and armor to sustain for long enough to fight a scout walker. The AT-ST meant little to Draco in the scheme of things. How is ally would fare was another matter.

 

[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

Tony Ro'samo withdrew his hand from the mans corpse. By god that's good! He felt a in-explainable surge flow through his body. He felt on top of the world. A power surged through him that made him feel like he could do anything, but he had fed to much. His victims essence were broiling inside of him and still the wound fed. Still it called for more. Tony needed to redirect some of that power he needed to disperse it, before it consumed him. A Mandalorian and Trandoshan were dukeing it out with vibroblades. What apperead to be purple flames erupted around Tony's hands. He pointed them at the pair and a volley of force lightning engulfed the two. They fell to the ground as withering twitching masses.

"BY GOD THAT FELT GOOD!"

It was pure ecstasy. Such unabated power. More! I need more! Tony scoured the battle field in search of more of the essence he so greatly craved. Then he stumbled upon a helpless girl and her dog. She was rich in the dark side and it would seem his next meal had become apparent. The hunger pained him and his power had subsided after his last attack, but he was confident in his ability to destroy this whelp. He stood behind a pillar and peeked around the corner. He raised his blaster and aimed for her knee.

"Goodbye kitten," He squeezed the trigger and fired. The bolt went racing towards her frame at unbelievable speeds. If it hit the girl, she and her precious dog would soon find themselves husk of their former selves.

[member="Mala Arar"], [member="Darth Vitium"]

 

[Darth Imperia]

Till I collapse

Equipment: Armorweave Jacket, Antique DL-44 Blaster Pistol, Respirator
Allies: [member="Darth Vitium"] , Loxley the Swamp Dog
Enemies: [member="Tony Ro'samo"]
Objective: Obliterate her Attacker.

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The Sithling was many things.

Helpless was not one of them.

Before Tony even pulled the trigger, and possibly before he even realized what his plan was, Mala felt hostility. Unsurprising, given her locale - but what was cause for alarm was that said hostility was directed at her.

Instinct took over. She whirled about to find her attacker, only to spot a young man aiming a blaster at her. She dropped to a kneeling position, and while that action didn't dodge the hit completely, it did still work to Mala's advantage - instead of hitting her knee, which was largely unprotected, the blast hit her midsection, which happened to be coated in this beautiful substance known as 'armorweave.' The blaster bolt dissipated against the resistant material, leaving the sithling with, at worst, a nasty bruise in the morning instead of a stump of a leg.

The woman drew her blaster pistol, but that was simply for her own comfort. It wasn't to be her real weapon, not quite yet. No, she had far worse than that. Voice amplified by the power of the Dark Side, eyes warping to a harsh, cold yellow, the Acolyte spoke.

"I suggest you run, boy, and find another target to prey upon. Because if you continue this line of action, I will defeat you. And I am not so merciful as to grant you death." There was no anger or hatred in her voice, not the slightest hint of pain - which she certainly felt. Rather, her speech was cold and collected and almost bored. Dun Moch. The art, crudely put, of karking with your enemy's head.

The Kobarian Swamp Hound by the name of Loxley, for her part, was far less contained. Whilst she wouldn't attack without her Mistress's command, it was obvious by her body language that she was ready and eager to tear apart the fool that dared to attack her beloved Mistress.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

The mandalorian fired the Nitrogen at the armor's metal frame, but Phrik was very tough armor and it also served to protect the beskar chain mail beneath. The Mandalorian brought his sword upwards and Causstik brought his dagger claws downward to block the swing in a V like fashion. Only so much momentum could be gained from swinging against the weight of a sword and so Causstik found it easy to parry the blow. Then the force lightning struck. It traveled up his arms and disabled his shield. His arms went numb for a moment and then felt like jelly. Despite the blow Causstik would not let this slow him down.

He removed his right bladed hand from the V shaped deffense that now held the Mandalorians sword. With the left he swung the sword out of the way exposing the length of Draco's body. Causstik swung a large meaty, Phrik clad, Beskar dagger adorned fist right into the mans chest. If succseful Beskar would pierce Beskar and the knives would dig into the mans pectoral muscles. Leaving him a nasty scar.

Meanwhile, the walker fired a plethora of grenades, a rocket, and multiple lazers in the direction of the Basilisk.

[member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Darth Malakai"], Taryc Ap'Irae

 

[HK-36]

((Sorry for the pause, I was waiting for Break so he wouldn't be excluded!))


[member="Break"],

Waved Break's words away as he begun fussing in the middle of a battle,

"Do not worry I will reactivate you afterwards in your natural habitat- bent over against a Sith table."

HK quipped as he finished fiddling with his Magnetic Revolver, flipping it around to grab it by its handle,

"I was not summoned here to hold the planet, we came here to arrest the Sith after we received the evidence of their latest crimes. We were going to leave once they were taken alive to face their judgement, our ships and armies would follow with us. If they bothered to speak before opening fire and summoning a Storm then they would know so."

It was a pointless discussion either way as both sides believed they were in the right, the fate of Atrisia was not going to be decided by a philosophical debate anyway,

"Sorry about your house though."

That was sincere, the house market is rough nowadays you know, and its value probably plummeted, not only because the house was most likely smouldering ruins right now, but also because the whole neighborhood it was in was probably ruins by now. And also a Dark Nexus Vulcanus rubbed himself all over on.

But if Break was waiting for HK to shoot at him, then he was going to have to wait more or less indefinitely, because, although HK did held a gun in his hand right now, that was not his plan. So the two droids just kind of stared each other down amidst everything that was going on, waiting for the other to fire the first shot.


[member="Lord Ajihad"]

Unfortunately that was how Ajihad's efforts on meddling with the droid's structures were spent, at a staring contest. Phrik was partially weakened by the Art of the Small as the two machines spoke, and this weakness went away from the Force interference caused by the biot HK was covered in, the small window escaping as Break waited for HK to make the first move instead of just releasing his charged shot and take the opportunity. To be fair, Break was not able to see this modification, as he said so himself, so he was unaware of the temporary weakness.


[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

Their stand-off would eventually be broken, of course, as suddenly a thin blaster bolt came flying in aimed at the droid's head. It splashed with flashes of blue and red light as it clashed against what was left out of the droid's personal built-in deflector shield charges. His biot hissed out again in pained anger as the impact pushed the droid to the side.

As his hand was rattled once more the droid assumed the shot came from Break, he threw out his empty right hand towards him and suddenly Break could feel a grip tightening around the base of his plasma-arm thingy, yet the droid was far from being close enough to melee him. HK used a Grav Glove he received from the same people that designed his armor to try and get a drop on Break, his goal was to suddenly pull the other droid's arm down, to at least mess with his aim and stagger him off balance, if not to just jam his plasma-arm into the asphalt and dirt and knock him down. After all, who would expect a telekinetic attack from a droid? Although of course, this was not exactly telekinesis borne of Force but manipulation of gravity.

"The one time I decided to not wear a proper helmet."

HK muttered as he pulled on the revolver's trigger and tossed it aimed at Break's feet. While the first part of his plan was to stagger and surprise Break, the second was to immobilize. For you see the Magnetic Revolver was a shattergun, which was a rail gun, which in turn meant that it used two powerful electromagnetic rails for propulsion. When the droid fiddled with it while he and Break had a lovely chat he rigged the gun to overload the said magnetic rails, which resulted in what one could describe as IMD, Improvised Magnetic Device.

The pull on Break's arm, if it was successful was also meant to throw his aim off enough for him to be unable to deactivate the device just by shooting it. The IMD begun to whirr as it flew threw the air and at Break's feet, immediately the magnets would clamp to his feet, strong enough to take hold of his inner HRD metal workings, and he would feel his two feet being pulled together by the electromagnets.

The whirring would start to intensify, Break would feel his arms start to be pulled down to his ankles, in a sort of magnetic hog-tie, but he had a second or two to react to it and deal with the IMD, that should be enough for a droid. He would also feel his electronic components start to misfire and get a bit "jittery" from the magnetic interference, but that would only really become a problem, outside of any mechanisms in his lower legs and feet, if he would be unable to deal with the IMD or just ignore it.

Its door would open once more and the droid would appear, along with two of his copies, holding their shattergun-miniguns,

As to Desmond,

Maybe he noticed or maybe he didn't, perhaps too busy aiming another shot as he could see the droid throw out his arm towards another being and toss something at their feet, but one of HK's copies, his bodyguard-units, did notice where the shot came from. It turned to face the direction of the shooter, its sensors and trackers quickly finding the target as it aimed with the rotary rail-gun, its barrels would rotate and-

SHROOMP!

A rock and some rubble in front of Desmond exploded as it was hit by a streak of multiple pellets, at firerate and with enough power to even tear vehicles and Phrik apart in a second. If he noticed the bodyguard then he would probably have enough time to dodge so that the rain of hard shards, metal, and dirt turned into brutal shrapnel would only hit his back or torso, limbs, stuff he could live with. If he didn't then all of that nastiness would be right in his face and HK would probably have to add another name to the list of beings he disfigured.

TRA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA

Either way, the rain of deadly projectiles from the Magnetic Minigun didn't stop, its loud whirring repetitive sound would echo out through their little slice of hell, reaching Desmond after the bullets hit the rock because, again, the bullets it fired traveled faster than sound, probably highly offensive to anyone that could heard it @Others. However, it was not the most accurate weapon, so Desmond would have time to dodge or take over, otherwise a pellet would hit him probably somewhere shoulder-ish or through his leg.


[member="Seria Ventreme"],

It was then that the shots from the Sharpshooters came flying at the droid, he was able to pick up on the sound of plasma whooshing towards him and turning he only muttered out,

"Oh come on, there are other people on this battlefield."

As he swayed aside, dodging a bolt aimed right at his chest, the other somehow were mostly aimed at his feet, causing him to jump to the right, and jump to the light, bouncing in one place with his feet being kicked up high in the air, the classic making someone dance by shooting the ground routine.


[member="Joza Perl"],

"Oh hey Jozy! Glad you liked them, thanks for coming!"

He waved to the Zeltron as he spotted her, still dodging the plasma shots. He then barked out to [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"],

"Nate! Mate! A little help? I have a sniper and a firing squad coming for my arse!"

Throughout all of this going down one plasma bolt splashed out against the sharkskin plates of his Vong armor on his chest, two more on his abdomen, the symbiot hissed out in pain,

Hyaaaaaaaaa!~


Seria's squad could see then that HK's second bodyguard unit faced them, raising his minigun, just like before its barrels rotated before

SHROOMP!

Ground around them exploded from the impact of the high velocity fast firing weapon, if they tried to take the droid down they would have to face off against his armor and built-in deflectors, much like the ones HK had on him. It would be safe to assume that he would be able to fire before they managed to divert their attention to him and go through his shields as well. Perhaps even some of them would be claimed by the stream of metal flying faster than sound, if they did then there would be the terrible noise,

KRA-KHRAK!

Of their body armor shattering and collapsing in on them, it was called a shattergun for a reason, breaking bones and tearing flesh apart with the shrapnel that once protected them as well.

They would be faced with a question then, would they risk firing at the droid still, or taking his body guard down, when they had to face this lethal suppressive fire?


[member="Gabriel Sionoma"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Adele Adonai"], [member="Spencer Varanin"], [member="Kana Truden"],

"Snipers and firing squad up above!"

The droid called out to others, trying to warn them over the thunderous repeating sound of,

TRA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA

Coming now from two of his copies as they laid magnetic minigun fire on enemy positions. As he faced them, another bolt of plasma splashing against a plate on his shoulder, his trackers and sensors picked up two anomalies in the layers of ash that was now rising around then from the work of [member="Darth Vulcanus"],

"Iridonian!"

He addressed Adele,

"There is someone moving towards you through the ash!"

Should she be able to hear him through the noise of the battle and her own concentration, Adele would receive even more advanced warning against [member="Darth Lykos"] than the Force would give her. If it succeeded, then clearly the droid was better than the Force.

The second anomaly he picked up on was the movement of Lord Ajihad,

"Spencer, behind you!"

He called out, hopefully she would hear him and be able to deal with Ajihad, as much as the droid wished he could help in person by attacking either of the two, he had way too much on his plate right now.

 

[Riimaurus]

Location: Thracior
Post: 3
Allies: The Galactic Alliance
Enemies: The Sith
Objective: Diplomatic Talks / Meet the Hnsi's Warlord

"It's here." Announced the young Diplomat to his crew. "It's better to the troopers wait here. Me and the Counselor will talk with the Warlord and leave. Bring strongly armed men may send the wrong message and we don't need to make things more complicated." The troopers obeyed and stayed near the speeders. "If anything don't work as planned, be ready for the action." The Chiss and his Counselor entered the village. Their inhabitants gave them a wary look, when they saw the Chiss, apparently leave the troopers behind wasn’t enough to make them look harmless.

“Halt!” Screamed a guard from the village. “What are you doing here, outsider?” Riimaurus rose his hands to show his was there on a peaceful mission and his Counselor did the same. “I am Hirri’imaur’usdosh and I’m here on a diplomatic mission for the Galactic Alliance. I’m looking for Hnsi’s Warlord. I had a information he was visiting this village.” Said the Chiss respectfully. “I see. The Galactic Alliance is looking up for Thracior now. Why should I trust you, Chiss?” Said the guard holding his rifle against his chest while others guards started to gather around wielding vibroblades and rifles. “Well, I’d be really stupid to try anything against right now. And also, I should warn you that kill a Diplomat during a peaceful mission could be saw as an act of war to the Alliance and that wouldn’t end well to your people. Let’s make a deal. You take me to the Warlord I talk with him and then I will leave and no one gets hurt. What do you say?” Suggested the Chiss showing that nothing good could came from an aggressive move right now. “Ok, but I will scort you. So, if you try something stupid you will be dead before you can reach your blasters. Now, move on.” Riimaurus did well, but the hardest part hasn’t come yet.

The guard led them to a bigger house next to the end of village and then he opened the door led them to a room on the second floor of the house and knocked on the door. “Sir, we have two alleged members of the GA that want to talk with Hnsi’s Warlord. Should they wait here?” Said the guard to the door, when someone inside the room replied. “No, let they come in. The Warlord wants to see them.” Then the guard opened the door showing the well-decorated room where their leaders held up their meetings. In the center of the room were a table where a well-dressed human male with two armed men in each side discussed with another human male, but this one was dressed like a warrior with an armor and scars that showed he was man of war, he also had allies at his side that looked a lot like him in his armor and Viking-like look.

“These two men.” Said the guard pointing out Riimaurus and his Counselor. “Claim to be Galactic Alliance’s Diplomats and want to speak with the Warlord.” “Ok, they can sit and discuss anything the Alliance wants to bring to the Warlord. I guess we can even reach an agreement together.” Said the Leader of the village to his guard. “What do you think, Warlord?” The Warlord didn’t answer and just made a hand sign indicating that he didn’t care if they stay or not. “You can leave us now, soldier. We will only discuss politics and you go back to your position. Thank you for bring them here.” The guard left and the Diplomat and his Counselor sat on the opposite side of the table where the Warlord was. “So, Diplomats what brings you here?” Questioned the village Leader. “As you might know there’s a rebellion happening at Atrisia right know. The Alliance is expecting that might affect negatively all planets in the hex, so as precautionary measure the GA is sending Diplomatic Fleets around the whole hex to reduce this effects. The Galactic Alliance is proposing an alliance to deal with the humanitarian and economic side effects until the situation is stabilized. It is extremely important that the leaders of this planets accept the deal so we can start the operation immediately. Fortunately, Thracior is relatively far from Atrisia, so we have little more time than the other planets.” Riimaurus calmly explained to them trying to show he was confident on what he was proposing. “We are not aware of what’s happening in Atrisia. We heard a thing or two, but it was superficial information. Can you detail for us?” Asked the Leader. Riimaurus explained everything he knew on what was happening at Atrisia, from the Force Storms to the monsters making sure that he showed how critical was the situation. “So, can we count on you?” The Warlord and the Leader had thoughtful expression in their faces until the Warlord started to talk. “We can be allies, but we need the assistance of the Alliance to take down the Tantt.” The Warlord answered exactly what Riimaurus was expecting. “The Galactic Alliance can’t get involved in local conflicts. As I am talking to you right now I intend to do the same with Tantt’s Warlord. This is act is for humanitarian aid, the Alliance can’t take sides on this situation. All we can assure you is that we will benefit one clan over the other.” The Diplomat tried to explain. “That’s unacceptable. This Tantt will eventually find a way to use the Alliance in their favor and will strike us back. What can you do to assure me that’s will not happen?” Said the angry Warlord. “Warlord, you have to trust me when I say that the Alliance does not want to involve in your conflicts. But you can be sure that if Tantt in some way align with the Sith or attack you the Alliance will strike back." Assured the Chiss “I have to say, Diplomat, that what you’re proposing sounds tempting, but before I can accept that I need to know that the Tantt will take the deal. Go talk with them and if they agree we can count on the Hnsi, as well.” Proposed the Warlord. “So, consider the deal agreed. It was great talk to you Warlord, see you soon.” The Diplomat and his counselor left the village and drove their speeders to the next location looking for the rival clan Warlord this time.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Draco's lightning seemed to have some effect, which was good, for now it would work. The warrior parried the blade strike, but the lightning charge still had the desired effect. In battle, he who was last standing normally claimed victory, and Draco was trained and almost literally built to last. The warrior's short pause allowed Draco to kick-start his own senses, kicking them into overdrive, speeding up his reaction time and his movements as the Force channeled through his sinuous muscles and tendons.

The Trandoshan's fist came forward as the Lizard stepped into the Draco's front arc to deliver a blow with a punch dagger. Draco stepped forward, placing his foot between the Trandoshan's own as the blow drove forward. Striking a solid beskar plate, even with a monomolecular tipped dart didn't always work, and much of the force was driven across the plate, yet it still pierced his armor and drove into his chest muscle. Not a lethal strike, but a harmful one. The warlord grunted and felt the flow of blood in his body alter, dripping from the wound.

Draco's step forward allowed him to drive his right hand forward, channeling the Force into his arm as he aimed to deliver a powerful strike to the Trandoshan's abdomen. While not empowered with a punch-dagger, it did have the added punch of a paddle beamer bolt firing a split second before the fist, intended to shock and paralyze before the strike. Sword in hand, the blade remained out of the way, vertical to the pair so that he could strike his opposition instead.

Draco was no Ember Rekali. He was no Darth Kryptus. Those were men that defied being men, that pushed the envelop to levels Draco didn't really know existed, but that wasn't to say he wasn't physically powerful. Strong enough to arm wrestle Rancors? Not in the slightest. Strong enough to lift up a speeder and use it like a club though, that he could do when he needed to, and had done in his life. His focus was split between dampening his pain and controlling the flow of the Force in his body, but there was still some power there.

[member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Darth Malakai"]

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: Capital city, heading for palace

Enemies: [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Darth Malakai"] [member="Kruel Zing"] [member="The Gray Assassin"] [member="Rapax"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Seria Ventreme"]

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

So much for his notion of aiding Spencer in her struggle against the beast of smoke and ash. Instead the young sith they'd thrown into the maelstrom had turned the surrounding debris into missiles and hurled it back through the flaming twister.

Instead he brought his shield up to cover his face and summoned the strongest barrier he could. His view of the world shifted hues. The blue filter almost made the devastated landscape look like a sun kissed morning.

As the torrent abated he tentatively lowered his shield. It took a moment for the pain to explode from his shoulder. His shield fell with its weight. His right hand came up to find something lodged in the joint between shoulder and chest plates. Jacen grimaced as his fingers traced the edge of the shard of twisted metal. They gripped it and tugged.

An involuntary cry of pain left him as he tossed the bloodied shard away. He would have turned his attention back the woman, but their assassin had returned.

Cloaked in the Force he would have been impossible to spot on a nice, clear day. It was neither of those things.

The city burned bright under the brimestone rain, the cloud of ash engulfing it block by block.

Seria raised herself to her knees and focused her rage, pain and fury into a torrent of power, and with her hands in the air grasped at the mass of shrapnel and discarded weaponry that littered the area and spun them back towards the maelstrom. Her hands twisting like a conductor as they were superheated into red hot masses of varying deadliness before she launched it all towards Jacen and Elpsis in an horrifically inaccurate bombardment.

The lingering dust left a layer of ash across the ground. If the figure moving through the storm and dust wasn't enough, the footfalls in the ash drew his attention.

Now Jacen was a relatively plain master. Balanced almost. He didn't have many exotic powers to hand like Malacia, Tutanamis, Force Cloak, Odojinya, Cryokinesis, Teleportation or Art of the Small. But he did the basics very well.

Some of those objects thrown his way lifted from the ground. Then they sped towards the invisible assassin who gave himself away merely by occupying space should shouldn't be empty.

Kinetic armour may have been good, but it was designed to take impacts from things with relatively low momentum. Like bullets. Very fast, but very light. The chunks of twisted metal and duracrete Jacen hurled had plenty of momentum. Enough that unless the recipient of a strike was wearing a foot of foam the soft, squishy organic matter inside the armour was going to get accelerated to the point of suffering trauma. No matter how well any impact armour spread the force over a plate. Simple physics really. Broken bones were one thing, but if he chanced a strike to the head… it was well know that a helmet provided the square root of feth all protection against concussion.