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

[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

Tony Ro'samo stared down at the woman. She spoke, but he couldn't understand her. He couldn't focus on anything other then the hunger. It was an unabated thing that knew no bounds. A ravenous need for essence that threatened to consume his entire being. Having just acquired these powers he had no clue how to control them and was unsure if he ever would. Regardless his hunger was appalling him and the girl had become a temptatious morsel of other worldly delight. His power was as if a black hole opened in the force and threatened to consume the space around it. And right now, the closest thing around him was [member="Mala Arar"] and her mutt. Their was always that small voice tugging at him in the back of his mind. That self righteous part of him that told him it was wrong. That he shouldn't do it. He knew it was right too, but the hunger was to great. So every time afterwards he felt another shred of his former self slip away and die. Slowly give into the void that was the wound and he cried in agony over the things he lost. The things he would never be again... And still the hunger grew.

He needed to end the fight quickly. If only so he could drain this woman already. He raised his rifle while the woman spoke and fired another volley, this one aimed at her gun. He couldn't kill her. If he did her essence would disappear and his hunger would go unchecked. He had no clue why this had been forced on him. He did not know how. But what he did know was this, he would use his knew found strength to make all force users around the galaxy pay. For it certainly had something to do with them.

Pay for making him the monster he had become. For the feeling they had put him through. The feeling of being covered in twelve layers of grease. The feeling of having a festering wound that would never heal. The feeling of famine that never left. He would consume the very force itself. He would rid the galaxy of it, just so no one could ever be subjugated to this again. This pain that never seemed to go away. And now he would start with this Sith here...

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Ta'yise Betna"]
NEAR TOMB OF SYCORAX
PLANET NECROPOLIS
DAHRTAG SYSTEM

When someone reroutes their voice through a starship's loudspeakers, things get out of the way. Mist. Small animals. Eardrums. Now, Jasper was still wearing his swoop helmet and earbud comm, and that helped some, but the overall effect was still disorienting. Plus he'd lost sight of the lady. He kept his hands up and open, stayed in the light, and did his level best to look non-threatening. "D'Iego, you get that?"

"Feeding it to the Threep right now," said the voice in his earbud comm. "Wait one."

"Waiting no good. Going to assume it's a standard interrogatory." He raised his voice. "My name's Jasper. I'm a mechanic. I'm here to help."

"You're there to pick that ship's bones and do all kinds of -- okay, the Threep says it was just 'what you be and what you after, outlander?' Still working on a reply."

"Fethit. I'm not screwing around with that language. Makes me feel like I'm gonna choke on my own tongue." He spoke loud again. "I am here to fix your ship or get you a new one."

"At today's low, low price."

"Shaddup."

 

[Causstik Rahn]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LitDGyxFh4[/media]​

Causstik felt the blow slide of the mans chest. Then the man gave a blow of his own. This one connected strait to the Trandoshan Chieftain's stomach. He could feel the trace amounts of hemorrhaging begin. Causstik placed his right hand around the Mandalorians neck. With his leg behind the Mandalorians Causstik would attempt to grapple the warlord to the ground. Their they would test each others strength in the art of WRESTLING! On Causstik's homeworld he had been recognized as a great fighter from a very young age. He had mastered the art of grappling by the time he was fifteen. He could put his own chieftain in a inescapable flying triangle choke before the other man could so much as react. This was a true test of strength. Chieftain versus Warlord.

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Adele Adonai]

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Location: Capital city, heading for palace
Enemies: Directly [member="Darth Lykos"]
Allies: @Adele Adonai | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"]


Seemingly deep in the throes of her meditation, A'dele had not seemingly discerned [member="Darth Lykos"] during his approach for her. She appeared to be completely and utterly focused in upkeeping the mental support and energizing of her companions.

She was sitting in a seiza style, her legs tucked neatly under her, the white and silver threaded Voss robe cowl hiding the gossamer blonde hair and the ridges of her horns under the fabric, leaving only her pale lightly tattooed visage free for inspection.

Her head was dipped slightly as if in prayer, her hands lightly resting on top of each other, the hilt of her saber under her delicate fingers.

There was almost a poetic beauty to her. Were The Sith Lord would see a lack of weathered skin and pale alabaster, others might find a quiet inner strength. The continuing fall of ash only emphasized the fact, the bone-gray fine powder covering a fine dusting on the floor, her cowl, and her very person. Almost as if she were merely carved of marble herself.

There is no emotion, There is peace. ​

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There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. ​

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There is no passion, there is serenity.​

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There is no death... ​

The cry of the blade cut through the air over of the Iridonian's form, cutting through the ash like a scythe. Like an executioner's axe, Darth Lykos' blade swung at Jedi Master's torso, aiming for a deep gash in a Sai tok...

Only to meet the sudden resistance of a bright orange globe of energy as a defensive sphere went enveloping the Healer in a bubble of protection. Icy blue eyes snapped open, watching the Sith Lord with an unwavering stare. The warning had been sent and understood. The most basic of defensive tactics were oft the most powerful, and a protection bubble was one of the first lessons taught to younglings and Padawans. Masters would train their pupils to use this instinctively to the point of becoming a matter of reflex.

The Sith Lord was effective in halting A'dele's Battle Meditation, but he would soon realize why the young Zabrak's strength lay in complete and utter stillness. For hours upon hours of meditation spent in the Room of a Thousand Fountains had made the young woman from Onderon into a mental pillar in regards to the most basic of defenses. It could protect the user from a wide range of attacks, deflect laser blasts, lightsabers, and just like in this very case, against a Force Imbued weapon.

She did not move, she did not falter. She did not pick up her saber nor did she give any offensive attack.

No. She simply did what she did best. Meditated within the Force to upkeep that bubble of protection around her.

There is the Force.​

 

[Laira Darkhold]

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

The Trandoshan slipped a leg behind Draco and attempted to grab his neck. This left to things to occur. One, that Draco's sword arm was off to the far side of the Trandoshan's guard, and that the lightshield was left pressed against the Trandoshan's chest. Even Phrik had its limits, but, Draco deactivated the shield anyway, placing his hand between himself and the Trandoshan's chest while the Trandoshan tried to pull Draco to the ground.

With his injured left arm, Draco funneled the Force through it, at such close and intimate range. A storm of red lightning, meant to siphon away at the life force of the living and draw it into the Mandalorians body. During his time as a Sith, Draco had learned many things, but his use and knowledge of such a skill predated his time as a Sith Lord by several years. It had been one of the very first things he had learned when he trained in the art of the Force. He lurched forward into the Trandoshans shoulder to plant his feet more steadily, making it difficult for the lizard to take him to the ground.

With his sword arm, now on the far side of the Trandoshan from his opponent's arm, Draco drove the pommel towards the hip of the lizardman. The Force Pike spike in the pommel was full strength, not a downgraded version or low powered knock off. With it, he hoped that he could paralyze the Trandoshan much like what the Paddle Beamer bolt was intended to do a moment ago.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond C'artyom came under fire relatively quickly. Faster then he expected at least. He sat with his hood up and began zeroing in on a different droid seemed to have spotted him. Its mini-gun began to whir and Des knew what was to happen next. He ran from his cover as it exploded in a heap around him. Shrapnel pinged off his Arkanian shield as he ran. He dove out a window and onto a balcony of the adjacent building as the mini-guns continued to turn the previous building to mulch.

He opened the door on the balcony and entered the building. It was dark and smoke filled the room. Ash clung to the floors and furniture was turned upside down. The absence of valuables told Desmond looters had been here and he kept his rifle at the ready to avoid any unwanted guest. He made his way up the stairs and ended up on the roof.

It was completely void of anything except for a small garden and a large tub made for gathering water. The garden had a small brick wall around it that had been reinforced by sand bags. The previous defender lay in a crumpled heap. Poor sod died fighting. Desmond thought as he stepped over the mans corpse. An E-web sat amidst the structure and Desmond thought it might come in handy later, but for now he would stick to his rifle. He switched the bolts to Ion and decided to test how the droids would react to that.

He went prone and zoomed in on a body guard. His rifle charged. He aimed straight at [member="HK-36"]'s head. I'm gonna blow your kharking head off. The droid had lived for too long and now Des was determined to end him. Once and for all. He squeezed the trigger and the ion beam raced out of the barrel at ludicrous speeds.

 

[Veino Garn]

En Route to Palace, Upper Levels
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Raph Thule"] @Gabriel Sionma [member="Dravis Rosilla"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]
Enemies: Not sure yet? [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] [member="Darth Malakai"]
Gear: Bodysuit under Jensaarai armor, Grey Amulet, Rebel Signet Ring, Occluder Hand Cannon, MKII Omega Boltgun

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2qRDMHbXaM​

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Susefvi, Jensaarai Enclave, Earlier that Day

Veino stared at the display screen as reports streamed in from Atrisia.

The Saarai-Kar stood next him, her eyes looking tired and old, but she held herself military straight, even with the cane. Her face was inscrutable, but Veino could feel the tiredness in her. She was getting older now, but nobody quite had her mind when it came to leading the Jensaarai.

"I need to be there," Veino said after several tense moments of watching the early parts of the battle unfold. Lareena gave him a grave nod before turning back to the displays. Veino turned on his heel and ran from the room, boots echoing across the stone hallways. As he passed, others in the hallway stepped aside in surprise. He didn't often appear in the enclave these days, let alone sprinting through the hallway. He skidded around the corner to his chamber.

It was significantly emptier than he remembered and he frowned, scratched his chin. A protocol droid stepped into the room, slightly confused.

"Defender Garn, what brings back to your old chamber? We were informed you had moved out permanently to a station in Yumfla."

Veino gaped for a few moments, trying to piece that together.

"Where's my equipment locker?" His voice was practically a shout echoing through the small chamber.

"In storage, Defender Garn, shall I fetch it for you?"

Frustration began to pile up in his mind but he let out a deep breath, letting the tension in his voice fade away.

"No, just tell me where it is."

The droid gave a small nod of its body and listed the room and where it was inside. Veino broke into a run once more, pelting through the hallway to the designated room. The door slid open with a hiss and Veino stepped in, scanning the room. In the corner of the room sat a dusty crate with his name burned into it. He grabbed the handle and hefted it aboard his shoulder, striding from the room. He pulled out his comlink.

"Aeshi, I need a lift to Atrisia. I know you're in Yumfla right now."

"Veino, you fethin' idiot. Of course you do."

"We'll pay for it," Veino added, "And I'm bringing my fighter." Muffled swearing echoed through the comm and Veino grinned. He headed to the hangar, taking the paths where his Panaka class fighter waited for him, forever admired by the Ring Defender wannabes. That ship alone cost almost the same as the entire Jensaarai fleet. And he wasn't even a dedicated pilot. Roth was jealous.

Tossing himself into the ship, he powered up the engines and the fighter shot into the atmosphere, hugging low along the coastline, reading GA IFF tags. Sea-spray splashed up from the waves against the cockpit, until Yumfla came into view. He arced across the sky to the Tillian hangars, where the StarDream sat outside, cargo loaders hurrying away from the hold as its engines fired up to life.

"Veino, we've got a TFE crew in bulk haulers getting loaded for evacuation of civilians. Looks like things are going catastrophic over there. Need to get people to safety. Should be ready to go in an hour."

"I can't wait that long. We need to leave now, prepare for docking."

Veino settled the ship into a slow descent where it locked to the larger freighter and he strode out. Aeshi stood waiting for him on the boarding ramp as he strode up, locker over his shoulder. She frowned, but strode upwards with Veino beside her. As the ramp began to close, the ship was already lifting off and heading into space. Coordinates were set for Atrisia and the ship jumped through hyperspace.

Something tinged around the young woman and Veino closed his eyes, reaching out in the Force. They shot open in quiet surprise. She was Force sensitive and using it for astrogation. But that was something for another time.

It was time to suit up.

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Atrisia System, Present

The freighter dropped out of hyperspace- suddenly hit by the scale of what has happening. The Force seethed through the system, torn apart by the warring Forces and the many deaths. It hit him like a hammer beneath his helmet, but he kept his face calm. He had faced such situations many times before. All he had to do was center himself in the Force and raise his mental walls.

"Aeshi, get out of here. Head elsewhere and meet with the fleet. I'll make my own way down." Pity flowed through his chest as he watched her face- first surprised and then hammered by the Force as he was, except she looked to be in far more pain. Answer was only a tight nod as Veino strode out of the ship to his fighter through the airlock. Sealed in and powered up, he deployed, arcing away from the fighter, which shortly jumped back into hyperspace.

"This is Veino Garn arriving on scene. Sitrep."

"Roger that, Garn," a voice called back, "We have two ships recently crashed near the palace. No eyes nearby to find survivors."

"Understood, en route," Veino replied, pushing the throttle forward to maximum. The small Naboo fighter arced through space and into the atmosphere. It was like hitting a cloud. Ash and turbulence rocked the craft, knocking him around in the cockpit. But he kept on course, only banking hard to starboard as an enemy cruiser appeared above the palace. The fighter streaked through the ash-cloud, weaving between the turbolaser blasts arcing his way.

It was a pain and he wished it wasn't there, but he had something at least. He twisted sharply to one side, angling for below the cruiser. He pulled up the proton torpedo controls and locked onto the ship's systems, cycling through the targets.

There. The repulosrlifts holding the ship in orbit. WIth those hammered by a full salvo of eight torpedoes, the ship would either have to withdraw or crash into the planet below. He took a deep breath, settling himself in the Force as he lined up for the attack. Everything seemed to slow down as the computer locked on. He squeezed the trigger and the ship shuddered as all eight proton torpedoes launched. The computer lock had been fuzzy, but he could see the torpedoes and that was all he needed.

He no longer had the strength he once had in ballistikinesis, but eight objects that were already moving were easy. Locking the autopilot on in a straight line at full speed, Veino reached out with the Force. Even in all this madness, it was there, still and calm as a sea without a breeze, tying together all living beings regardless of their affiliation. He reached out and wrapped it around the torpedoes, guiding them until they would strike their target.

Then he snapped back to reality, disconnecting the autopilot and wrenching the ship up off the ground. Sensors were on the fritz, so everything was visual. A building suddenly appeared in front of him and he swerved, just in time for a turbolaser blast to shatter its remnants. A mechanical form appeared not far away. An AT-ST and a basilisk droid?

He spun sideways to fit through whatever was left of this neighborhood and fired the heavy cannons at the AT-ST for the brief moments before the fighter screamed by. How in the Force did Roth enjoy this sort of thing? Veino pulled back on the throttle and spun the fighter through another intersection, nausea roiling through his stomach and bile pooling in his mouth.

He needed to get on the ground. Finding an empty space, he brought the fighter down into the ash piled on the ground. This was worse than the battle on Sullust. The cockpit slid open and he dropped to the ground. Now he had to find survivors.

But he sensed Dark presences not far away- powerful and engaged in battle. He paused, reaching out through the Force again. Someone familiar was here- and in pain. That had to be his priority. He shifted the boltgun to cradle the stock in his shoulder and made his way through the debris. The astromech droid lifted the ship from the ground and sped off back into the sky.

Veino paused at the entrance to what was once a large building, but now was practically destroyed. He kicked the door open and stepped inside, sweeping the corners. Clear. He moved further in, partially bent over and sweeping through the haze. Stairs were next to him and he made his way up, circling slowly around to cover his angles. Nothing seemed to happen yet, until he felt the presence nearby. It was very recent, actually, having met several times. Draco was here. What a coincidence.

But where was he? Smoke and ash hung in the air, drifting back and forth, hampering visibility. He stepped forward, trying to listen. Blasterfire echoed from a nearby room, large ones, by the sound of it. He crept forward and peered through the door.

Draco was in there, Veino could feel him. Looked like he was the one wrestling a Trandoshan. A basilisk war droid was in there as well and another AT-ST was firing. Its visor ports were open though. He dropped to a crouch and scuttled along the wall. When he had a clear shot on the windows, he dropped to the floor and aimed for the window.

A bolter was semi-automatic, so he really only had one shot, but each shot was a 25x40 millimeter explosive round serving as a miniature grenade. Finally he had a shot and squeezed the trigger, launching the bolt accelerating forward to the AT-ST window. Veino only had to give it a small nudge to get in line with the opening. Now for everything else going on.

He rose to one knee and fired one more round at the Trandoshan's back before dropping back to the ground in case of return fire. His lightsaber was clipped in easy reach to his belt.

The time to wage war had come yet again.

 

[Kami Meran]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liga0CmvYlo

Engaging [member="Symara Tarriq"] 's troops

Kamu jumped from the Tal Corvette she was fully armed and armored.
"Ship drop mines in locations 1 to 7 5 in each location." she said judging the enemy.
" ok 17 KYS and the Bantha engage the military , i want a full Ar-ce in Mynoc armor and 39 on the mounts engage ground troops, i want those Kc- 33 and Dewbacks to box them in. and get a few of those in there too." she clutched her head truing to ignore the ache in her head.
the drugs used to kill her cancer were killing her body. she needed fluids. and drugs to counteract the effects of other drugs.
but here she was in a battle feild.
" ok get those Firebirds in the air. and target thosr anti aircraft cannons Tal keep out of reach and suppress the ground assaults"
she smiled as the droids sprung in to action.

Spoiler

MM forces 500pt army.
1 Infantry Company
140 Soldiers
all
Ar-CE units
GRTD
ELAAR
AA-3
and
Nexu armor
Mynock

1 Heavy Ordnance Squads
30 KC-33 units

3 Mounted units
4 Mounts


3 Artillery Section
9 Dewbacks
1 Shell


1 Tank Support Squadron
5 Bantha

1 Air Support
5 K1-1L
1 Tal

1 Assault Tank Section
10 kys


1 Food Truck
3 Gud Fud

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn felt the full force of the Mandalorians blow to his chest he became weak at the knees as his strength seemingly became siphoned out of him. The Trandoshan fell backwards tripping over Draco's own leg. The pommel of his sword would caress the lizards waist, but do no damage. Then a explosive was fired in their direction. It would glide over the top of the falling Trandoshan and hit [member="Draco Vereen"] unless the man moved very quickly.

"GRAGH! GUARDS ON HIM!" A team of Trandoshans and Five Oh First commandos would race towards [member="Veino Garn"] to engage. Nothing would disrupt his fight. The scorekeeper watched Causstik and this he knew. If he was to claim the Jagganath points on this Madoa's head he would need to focus. Causstik picked himself off the ground and faced the Mandalorian again.

Meanwhile the squads of Trandoshan and Five Oh first Commandos fired on Garn's position and slowly moved up. Suppresive fire. Move up. Rinse, cycle, repeat.

 

[Ignatius]

Objective, Protect the Throne Room.
Allies: Any of the Dominion forces, [member="Kruel Zing"], [member="Dravis Rosilla"], [member="Nulgath Zardai"],
Enemies, Mandalorians, [member="Raph Thule"],
Gear: Tattoo, Katana, Purple Lightsaber, Singlet,
Musical Choice: Courtesy Call - Thousand Foot Krutch

Looking around me, I could see a person walking closer. it happened to be the Bith that was the eye of my late master. As much as I didn't want to have to accept his aid, or accept the fact that he could now see that I was weakened from a fight, I was curious as to how this man didn't kill me now? Why was he willing to aid me, yet at the same time, stay distant from me. As he began to walk away, talking about something, but being difficult to hear him with my ear drums ruptured, Instead, I reached out with the force.

Reaching out to feel those around me. Trying to find life, the force, and... something else? I couldn't feel the force. Almost as though the force was being drained. The area was behind me. I realized that the soldier I had been fighting had a pack to lessen the force. And at the center was him. Turning around, I heard a blast and reacting like many times in my past, jumped up and a little to my left. Looking down, I watched as the ash and the smoke cleared out from a line straight towards a dark individual who had been behind me.

"Goddamn it. Dravis, A little of your aid would be nice. Like the other soldiers, He has a pack to dampen the force around him."

Instead of igniting my lightsaber to tell him exactly where I was, or the hum to let him hear of my location, I once more delved myself into the force. Rendering myself invisible to the eye. Backing up behind some of the debris to try and put something between myself, and this soldier who seemed to have a vendetta against me.

I hated the fact that I needed aid from the Bith. Knowing that he would call on me later to aid him should he need it. I guess that's the only way to get to him. And he knew it. He exploited it. And I accepted it.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: Capital City
Allies (Nearby): N/A
Enemies (Nearby): [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Elpsis Elaris"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Kana Truden"]
Target: [member="Adele Adonai"]
Neutral (Nearby): [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Rapax"] | [member="Break"]
Objective: Try To Eliminate Adele Adonai


The feeling of his sabre dancing off of the orange, half-there surface of the barrier that had emerged from around his foe was enough to shock Xavka out of the animalistic rage that he had fallen into upon seeing that the target his was going after was a fellow Iridonian, one who had shirked the words and traditions of the Ancestors and escaped from the harsh and brutal life that was living out within the wild plains of Iridonia, dealing with sandstorms, heated days and freezing nights. Now, in place of the feral warrior that had charged forwards, was the calm and analytic form of the Assassin that Darth Lykos was and should be.

Growling out loud enough that it would only reach the ears of the Jedi before him, partially in anger of the fact that his attack had been halted and stopped so perfectly and partially out of frustration with himself for losing control, Xavka allowed the Force Stealth that he had wrapped around himself like a shroud fall just enough that a partially there image of himself would appear in front of the Jedi, his single, burnt orange eye locking gazes with her own icy blue gaze. His head would title slightly as he sheathed his sabre, the sword disappearing into the folds of his robes, the way they fell around his body hiding it from view. With a soft sound of metal running over metal, the blade connected to his cybernetic hand disappeared back into the sleeve of the cloak and into the arm itself. Reaching forwards his biological hand, the one that had been wielding the blade, he pushed ever so slightly, grunting as he felt the energy forming the barrier push back at him ever so slightly. Pushing out in a small Force push from the same hand, he grunted again as he felt his hand be pushed back and not the barrier.

He chuckled slightly at how easily the Jedi had beaten him, but his stubbornness refusing to allow him to give up and turn away. And, though he would not admit it to himself, their was a whisper of a thought within his mind that had him compelled to be curious, to want to investigate this fellow Iridonian with such a strength of will. Lowing himself down slowly, Xavka settled into a seiza opposite the Jedi, memories coming back from the time where he would have knelt before his teachers among his Clan in such a similar way when he was training to be a Jath. As he did so, a barrier of feint, barely visible, black energy would form around him in a manner similar to the Jedi's own orange barrier. Though, the Sith found it safe to assumed from what he had just learnt the his defense was weaker than hers; although it would serve its purpose as some sort of defense against the other Jedi.

Reaching up with his hands, Xavka pulled back the hood of his robes as bared his face to the Jedi, allowing her to the the tanned skin, Jat'o tattoos that spoke of his Clan and Family, mess of scars gathered from his time as a slave, misformed right side of his face from where it had once been pieced together and the skin graft covered empty right ocular socket. Flecks of white ash would not begin to fall upon the jagged and, in some cases, blood stained Orat horns that peaked out from the mess of ashen grey hair that was pulled back into a series of dreadlocks like rocks breaking the stretched surface of the deserts of Iridonia. Lowering his arms from where they hung, he placed his hands on his lap, once lay over the other. He was sure that from a distance, the pair looked odd. Two Zabraks sat opposite one another in seiza, ash, dust and battle surrounding them, one Dark, one Light, each surrounded by a barrier of some sort of colour.

Reaching out with his mind to see if he could brush it against the mind of his fellow Zabrak, to see if it could reach past the barrier she had formed, Xavka projected the sense of wanting to talk. Even as he reached out with his mind in such a fashion, he reached out downwards as well, just as he choice to speak.

"May we speak? May I know your name, Sister of Iridonia?"

While his fellow Zabrak would, hopefully, understand what it was he said, any that were attempting to listen in on them would only hear growls and harsh syllables as he spoke in a language he hoped the Jedi opposite him knew. His words were disjointed as he struggled to remember the correct words for, even as he spoke the language of the Zabrak, Zabrak (ironically enough), he was not speaking his native tongue. Over time as Zabraks settled into cities, the language they spoke changed also as different versions of the same language were fused together and greater contact with the greater galaxy was establish. The language the formed was Zabrak. However, out with the Nomad Clans, they stuck to the old languages just as much as they stuck to the traditions of the Ancestors, as such, the language that Xavka was most familiar with was Ul'Zabrak.



OOC:
I must say, brilliant post Adele, you managed to neutralise Xavka easier than anyone else previously. I hope you don't mind me taking this route, as I thought that'd I try a path that Xavka hasn't really used before, maybe only once. Discussion during combat.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

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

With some of his reservoir returning and his stamina slightly reinforced from the Trandoshan's own energies, Draco felt mildly better, even the dull ache in the center of his forearm wasn't as bad. The potentially addictive, easily corrupting energies the former Sith Lord had used for sustenance was a dark and ominous part of Draco's life. Dark memories filled the outer reaches of his mind's eye, just at the edges of his focus.

The lizardman fell to the ground and his sense sparked. Like a siren he raised his defenses, covering his head, neck, and chest behind the flickering energy of a Light Shield. The bolter explosive detonated, sending a burst of shrapnel in all directions before him. Parts of metal impacted the circular disc, burning as they did so, turning to little balls of motel metal to fall to the stone floor. His left arm jolted with pain, the radius breaking completely, the ulna splintering more than before. Shrapnel tore into the metal and armor weave around his legs, minor injuries, but still injuries.

Draco grumbled in pain, and split his focus once again. Shunting the pain just enough to stay upright and active, but, there was little he could do for his arm, held against his chest awkwardly. He could feel the broken bone digging into muscle and touching against raw nerve and tendon. With a roar the former Dark Master turned his attention back to the Trandoshan warlord below him, turning his sword arm over and firing another bolt from his paddle beamer on his wrist. He aimed for the legs of the Trandoshan, to temporarily disable his opposition's mobility and ground him if at all possible. The paddlebeamer was notorious for its ionic and paralytic effects, one of Draco's favorite toys for disabling armored Sith and Vong.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Causstik Rahn felt his legs stiffen. He was tired and could not fight the stunning effects of the Mandalorian's weapon. His legs felt like led, but still he trudged slowly forward. This time he extended both his wrist and fired his flamethrowers. The blades would engulf the Mandalorian in righteous fire and at its sight Causstik would become frenzied. The voices began worming their way into the grey matter of his brain and he could hear the distant call of the Rot god.

Kill him. Bring his corpse to me. Mount his precious helmet upon your wall.

The call of his Gods sent him into a fervor. He began building speed ever so slowly until his legs became free. Causstiks enhanced muscles propelled him forward and did not let up. He hammered on the Mandalorian's injured arm with his right.

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Tayise Betna]

Location: Near the tomb of Sycorax, Dahrtag system.
Nearby: [member="Jasper Varanin"]
Objective: Fix ship, don't die.

Her brow furrowed underneath her helmet at the man's comment. That was a bit too convenient to be coincidence. A starship mechanic out of nowhere almost immediately after she crashed her ship on a backwater world in the middle of nowhere? Suspicious at the very least. Dangerous at the worst. A gloved thumb flicked the safety off on her rifle and she let her HUD's targeter set both the man and his swoop bike as tracked targets.

"Pirusti ibac cuyir ukurye'e. A me'sen kayilyr o'r kave be va'iu meg tengaanar laam staabi sulye saryr Ni rusur," she stated blandly. "Mira ashi solus."

She stuck to Mando'a for a very simple reason: any advantage was a good advantage. The man either knew the language or had a translator. Taking into consideration the pauses between speaking, she hazarded a guess at a translation device of some kind, which meant that he was, in a way, on the back foot. That coupled with typical Mandalorian mannerisms and bluntness meant that she could try to manhandle the situation if she needed to. It was blunt, rough, and about as precise as using a beskad for surgery, but it worked. Culture shock, she remembered her buir'e calling it.

Grunting quietly to herself, she slowly shifted herself and stealthily moved from her position. Keeping low, she attempted to flank the man and the swoop's lights. If she could get behind him and keep him talking, she could possibly ambush him. Not that the goal here was to kill the man, if she'd wanted that she could have easily shot the silhouette by now, but to try and neutralize any potential threat he might pose and, perhaps, question him further in a safer manner for herself.

At least that was the plan. As she shifted into another piece of cover, the twinge in her knee grew more present and painful. It hadn't hurt until now, only twinged, which meant it was either a sprain she hadn't noticed or something else.

She desperately hoped it wasn't Something Else. That would only make the situation worse for her. Much worse.

OOC:

Spoiler

"Pirusti ibac cuyir ukurye'e. A me'sen kayilyr o'r kave be va'iu meg tengaanar laam staabi sulye saryr Ni rusur,"
"Well that be convenient. A starship mechanic in the middle of nowhere what show up after I land."

"Mira ashi solus."
"Pull other one"

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: Enroute to city of Shiso
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]

It was time to head in Faith looked down at the last message from Draco and smiled she looked at Captain Lindsey, "Seems your life has been threatened once again Captain."

It was not the first time, and wouldn't be the last. The atmospheric conditions began to toss the ship as they began their descent. There were moment that she wished they had not made this move. The ship shook and coughed until it came through the atmosphere only to reveal the devastation below Faith could not help but look out and feel the great sadness.

Atrisia would need years to recover from all of this. There were times she hated force users hated the power that they had that they could do this conjure the worst that the galaxy had seen and destroy not only each other but the lives of those that they claimed to be protecting or conquering or whatever. She was angry but it would pass it always did she just hated the results.

She knew already that this mean her father's estate was likely destroyed, but now was not that time to lament that either. Now was the time to get to a place where they could coordinate the rescue and treatment of anyone they could find. "Let's find a place near the city of Shiso to land" She could at least check on it and gather refugees there away from the Capital city of Jar'Kai.

The pilot ran a few scans, "recommend you use breathers, and not stay out there long." He was looking towards Shiso, "there's been a concentration of battle at and around the Capital. There is a large concentration of population in the city. "

Faith nodded, "set a beacon let's send a transmission..." Faith looked at the skies again, it looked like it had been raining fire, the land showed it.

Encrypted//Ambassador [member="Arieth zh'Vranthi"] - We have made it to the City of Shiso we will begin to look for survivors immediately. If you could have one transport send our way it would be most appreciative. Situation will have to be evaluated to know exact circumstances. One is a start. HRH Faith Organa//



Encrytped //Drahr,

Going to Shiso, no killing the Captain he does as he is told unlike either of us. I don't go where you tell me, you don't pick up socks .

Put the word out refugees can come to Shiso.

Do you need reinforcements?"

Faith//

 

[Ria Misrani]

Objective: Establish Command Post Ardarvia
Units: Major Lavali Sanjeet + Sgt. Halifax's Squad
Allies: [member="HK-36"], @Elpsis Elaris, @Draco Vareen. @Firemane Allies
Enemies: None in Sight

Fire and ash rained upon the city of Jar'Kai and along the outskirts of it. Even as far as the Nuyen City exit, which is where Major Sanjeet had decided to set up the command post. They were making use of a burnt out corner store. It wasn't much, but it was something and that was all they needed. "Where are we on troops and supplies?" Sanjeet asked Halifax was busy setting up his communications terminal right where the cash register had once been. He was silent and looked to be furiously working, so she decided to wait and while she was waiting worked to shove down a few of the now empty shelves. "Let's get the repair station set up here, first aid there and start establishing long-range there."

Halifax looked over toward Major Lavali, "should be here, but they're having trouble getting into the system in the meantime we need to get a garage going, Sgt. Mattieus won't be back for awhile and we're thin on the squad here."

"Corporal Larielle and I will handle it, shouldn't be too hard to find around here, I think..." She says off-handedly, "get some more cover fire up by those windows, I suspect we'll have trouble soon."

"Of course, major," Halifax acknowledged and moved out from his corner and began giving orders, Atrisia was not Castameer and Castameer was not Atrisia. Castameer had been a simple case of providing cover fire, here they would have to do much more than that, and without the support of an already established command post like on Corellia.

"Larielle, c'mon," Lavali called out waving the other woman toward her as they headed out to the back of the store and noted the speeder wash, "this is gonna have to do," she remarked as the two headed out and began looking around for spare parts. They found abandoned speeder parts nearby, and a mechanic shop a block south. "We can route the vehicles through there, artillery can be stationed back here." She says pointing toward the run-down shopping center, "landing pad should be big enough."

Larielle squinted, "we should get tanks marching down toward the palace just as soon as they land, Firemaws can stay here they've got that new long range gun."

"True, and they're repulsors so if we need to... We can dispatch them out in a hurry, alright c'mon kid," Lavali motioned for her to follow.

Objective: Locate Firemane Personnel
Units: Lieutenant Symara Tarriq + Kerrigan's Flame
Allies: [member="HK-36"], @Elpsis Elaris, [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Spencer Varanin"], [member="Adele Adonai"]., @Firemane Allies
Enemies: None in Sight

North along the causeway, Symara knew they were headed in the right direction from the sheer amount of fire and ash being swept back their way. Breathing through her helmet she was grateful for the filter. Her HUD was still pretty solid, "can't see chit in this poodoo." She complained fighting against the heavy amount of ash being thrown their way. "Maybe we should've called first?"

"You know," Kala adds as she huffs along, they left the Yazgids behind at this point. "Normally, I like calling a girl first before going over to see her, but hey." A few of the others laughed, "she's your girl, not mine."

"Not my girl, she's got a girl, Master Tempest." Symara explains and there's a bit of an ooo, from their squadmates. She sighs, "guys please, I just want to make sure she's fine, I mean she's blind, c'mon."

Kala snorted, "yeah okay, boss."

Symara rolls her eyes as they continued to press forward the ash grew thicker and it was harder to walk through, "are you sure we should've left the Yazgids so soon, Kala?"

"Boss," The serjeant began, "it was your idea to walk through this chit."

"Hey, I asked for opinions." Symara called out back behind her, "wait, wait, I think I see movement up ahead. Let's take cover." She says after seeing something in the dense cloud of ash, the unit moves into a building which looked to have been a bank or maybe it was a real estate office, who knows. Whatever it was, it was trash now and only served to be a makeshift shelter. "Anyone able to contact Halifax?"

"In this chit storm? Do I look like a space wizard to you?" Kala replied, "listen I might have magic in my hands but they're not that magical."

Symara gave Kala a look, "I wasn't asking about what you did behind closed doors with your armour Serjeant."

"I'm just gonna pretend like you didn't just go there."

"I went there and I came back, shhh," Symara put a hand on her helmet as she signalled for them to lay low. Whatever was rolling by was huge, the ground shook and rumbled. Of course, Symara couldn't tell if this was a person, a thing, or just the after effect of some force user's enthusiasm...

Summary of Actions:

Spoiler

Lavali and Halifax work to establish a command post, and set up a garage.

Symara and Kala's units move up north of the command post to try to find Master Elpsis but are caught up in the heavy ash, taking cover in a hollowed out structure.

Spoiler

Arriving in One-Two Posts:

The Lion’s Maw: 500 pt Army.

1 Infantry Company
140 Soldiers
Sentinel Battle Armor
MKII Boltgun
Anti-Force User Grenades


1 Heavy Ordnance Squads
30 Soldiers
ARGH-CBRW-1 “Flamer”
Sentinel Battle Armor
MKII Boltgun


3 Artillery Section
9 SPGs
Thunderer Self Propelled Artillery


1 Tank Support Squadron
9 Heavy Support Tanks
Manticore Support Tank


2 Anti-Air Sections
6 Anti-Air Tanks
Hydra Anti-Air Tanks


1 Assault Tank Section
3 Assault Tanks
Reaver Assault Tank


1 Medium Tank Section
3 Medium Anti-Vehicle Tanks
Firemaw Anti-Vehicle Tank

 

[H3xle]

[member="Darth Malakai"]

Taryc saw the Sith apprentice prepare set himself up for battle. Every motion he made was cataloged in her mind and stored for further analysis later. It was often after the battles that most of the learning happened, and Taryc had yet to fail to learn from a battle, win or lose.

The strike came swiftly, but predictably. It was a probing strike, something most combatants wisely used when fighting new opponents as it let them gauge the measure and tempo their enemy would use. Taryc often used them in her battles, as learning a foe was often the way to defeating them in detail. However, right now she wanted to end this quickly, she did not want to get in a duel, she did not want to spend more time than efficiently necessary to defeat this Sith.

As the strike came in, she darted forward, her form was near perfect. She led with her blade, point unwaveringly aimed at the Sith apprentices center of mass. Once her arm was at full extension, her body slid forward in the proper sequence of a lunge. The final thing to move was her right foot, which stepped forward to keep her balance even, her left sliding into place less than half a tempo later.

There was a distinct downside to this maneuver, however. She intentionally took the lightsaber strike to her left shoulder, hunching it forward as she lunged to take the brunt of the attack on the beskar pauldron. As she slid forward, however, the blade slipped onto the armorweave. Both held beskar in them, but the armorweave was weaker, and a hot flash of pain leapt through her arm as a portion of the heat was transferred, though the blade did not penetrate this time. She took the pain unflinching, having learned to take such burning pain during her earliest training in the Primeval to become an inquisitor.

[member="draco vereen"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Planetary Turbolasers. Surface to Air Weapons. It all just sort of stuck out in her mind as if there was a collage of words and the ones that stuck were the ones Ajira told her about. The young slicer looked quite intense as she tried to shift through all the needless information. Energy was questionable throughout Jar'Kai, if not just all out gone. Any attempt to use a generator or reroute power to perform a simple overload was out of the question. She still had not gained full administrative access to Jar'Kai's infrastructure. Nuyen on the other hand, she looked at her program it was still going through all passcode combinations.

She was missing something, she knew she was. Her eyes shifted back to the cold cup of stimcaf and then she looked back over her shoulder, the droids were still working, operating the metrolines. Ria studied one droid for a moment, her eyes focused on their actions and she noticed that the task was not being performed. Meaning, the droid was simply built to maintain the rail lines and yet the streets and the metros were empty. What was the droid maintaining exactly? Looking over to the control panel, the blonde shifted her eyes toward her program and thought to try another way.

Nuyen's infrastructure would be difficult to access but if she could access it beyond the simple read-write, which only allowed her to perform minimal duties. Beyond that, administrative and even better executive access if she could get it, would give her what she needed. An in, a way to bring down those lasers. And then she realised she was going about this all wrong, she didn't necessarily need access, in fact, she already had the access she was looking for.

"Just need to bring them down, and if there's no... wait, what if they have backup systems, I could still delay them just long enough to buy Lady Cardei time," Ria thought aloud and began to fish through her tablet. "Malware, trojan, - data worm and keylogger, yes." She just needed to know which keys were being punched in where, and the data worm would feed her tablet data from Atrisia's infrastructure system, well, Jar'Kai to start with.

Getting her plan into work was going to take time, twenty minutes at best - she could then release a virus into those systems through a backdoor created by the dataworm. It would be her most advanced one yet, a tier three and she'd been saving it. She got the tier three worm off some broker in Shiso. Was willing to part with it in exchange for wiping all traces of his embezzling from his company's computer systems and servers. And that task alone wasn't easy to accomplish, and still - this would take twenty minutes at least for the dataworm to gain enough information for Ria to create that backdoor entry to ... well, get access. Her idea from there was to combine the keylogger with a malware to throw the remaining infrastructure off course.

It wouldn't permanently bring things down, no, it would disrupt them until she could make her way in.

Her eyes went to the cup of cold stimcaf. Ria's heart rate was picking up, she was nearly done - all she had to do now was hit enter. She'd gone through the motions and set up the keylogger, the dataworm being a tier three took a little time to prep before she could set the twenty-minute timer. "Well, well, well, if isn't Sotta's little Flika."

She knew that voice, she recognised the rasp. [member="Runi Verin"] had given it to him a long time ago. Instantly the blonde recalled being slumped up against salvage a hand on her bleeding wound and the other wrapped tight around a weapon. She swore Mulikno was finished, but no - the Weequay sounded and most likely looked a lot uglier than he did before. She looked at the tabbed screen for the droids and noticed the bounty hunter in the reflection of the large screen. Before she could move out of the way his hand was on her shoulder, grabbing her back and throwing her away from the console. "I think it's time that we finished up a little business."

Ria wanted to say something clever, she wanted to, but nothing came forth. Instead she found herself ducking away from his swing as fear gripped her. Paralysing her and her normal quick thinking, all she could think about was how she had gotten herself to this point. "Hold still!" Mulikno grumbled before finally saying, "kark it." The man had a score to settle, and this time it was personal. She and Runi had pretty much ruined this man's reputation. Runi wounded him severely if the scars on his body were of any indication.

The blonde herself bore scars from that day, although she never spoke about it with anyone. Not even Bryce. She couldn't be scared now, she couldn't be. If she could stand full force and face [member="Spencer Varanin"] in that woman's own home. Ria could face this guy, she could. He grappled her by the neck lifting her up to the ground. His hands gripped around her throat, she kicked at the air. How, how was this happening now? She looked behind him at the screen, it'd only been two minutes. Two minutes, she had to hit the enter button or all of this was for nothing. "Give Sotta my regards," she managed to breathe out, as she swung her legs in and out, in and then, a sick sound.

Her boots hit his chest and she dropped down to the floor, the pristine room now echoed with her boots. Her dirty, mud covered boots as she hit the enter button. Mulikno grabbed her again this time she elbowed into his armor, "son of a hutt!" She cursed, there it was, her old spirit coming back. She sidestepped out of his swing, and looked at her chair. Grabbing it she threw it into his chest. Enraged by her defence the Weequay moved to grab her again and this time she fished for her stun baton and stuck it straight into his hand.

Grabbing her with his other hand, he tossed her into one of the data recording stations. Her body connected with it, breaking it. Ria tumbled onto the floor. Something was broken that was for sure, and her vision was blurred now - seeing wasn't so great, unless there were suddenly two of him and now double of each droid. She couldn't make out how long she had to hold out for, but she knew she'd be waiting at least another seventeen minutes. Her baton was wrecked, chit. Racket bites! Ria waited for Mulikno and as he approached she slowly moved her aching arm into her blaster vest.

She could see his shadow and she had to wonder, was he always this fast? Oop! He grabbed at her legs and hoisted her up by her feet, her guns began to slip out of their holsters. Ria fumbled with them both, one fell to the ground but the other she caught and fired off one shot that hit straight into the bounty hunter's shoulder. Dropping her to the ground, he put his hand to his wound while she rushed for her second pistol.

"You got two choices, you can walk out of here alive and tell Sotta that I'm dead, or you can die," she told him, Ria didn't know what possessed her to say it, maybe it was the fear. Maybe it was the knock to the head, but Mulikno scoffed.

"You think I'm here on that slug's behalf?" He looked over at her and laughed, "I'm just here for the fun of watching you die, alone. You pathetic piece of trash, just the little girl that nobody wanted - they threw you away and I'm just here to make sure you stay that way." Ria shook her head, and before she knew what was happening. Mulikno fired off a slug round, and Ria found herself going down to the ground. Should have taken the shot she thought to herself, "a pathetic waste, kid."

He aimed his weapon at her again, and pulled the trigger. Ria felt it go through her leg, her abdomen was already full of blood, the pristine floor now turned red. The Weequay shook his head and began to walk out, the blonde with her blurred vision focused on the screen. The time was nearing twenty minutes and her tablet was still connected. She pulled herself along the floor, one hand then the other and pull, blood dragging behind her. Breathing was getting harder to do, but she had to do this. If she did one thing worth while in her whole entire life it was this. Her hand went to the tablet but it was further away than she thought it was. She had to, she had to make it - what little energy she had now converted into tears.

A bloody hand outstretched as she pulled for the tablet. It toppled down next to her, she was getting cold. Hands didn't want to move, and she was tired. Her tablet was bright and it showed the timer, she still had a few minutes before the dataworm would be good. She tabbed over to the droid control and initiated a few simple command routines, followed by one command. Ensuring that the turbolasers would be brought down. Ria gasped for breath, choking for it as her cold, bloodied finger hit enter. The mark on her wrist, the mark that made her Sotta's slave. It would no longer matter, as darkness took over - and her stream of consciousness ended.

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwMDL4tU-FE[/media]​

 

[Adas James Malgus]

Objective: The End

The blasts and firepower coming the the final step of the palace gates was incredible to behold, Adas firing away as well as an entire company letting rip blaster fire, thermal detonators, turrets and even mortar fire from the graug. The pounding on the enemy lines was so hard and so continuous Adas saw them take a step back after a particularly strong force blast created a cavity in the enemy lines. Suddenly he felt the presence of [member="Darth Erebos"] once again, his mother already conducting the ritual of power. His eyes narrowed, Adas might have been young but he wasn't stupid now especially with the knowledge of a Sith lord seeping through his brain like a corroded poison. Above his head a light consumed the sky. The storm was gone. Vuclanus, the titan above their heads was obliterated by a single stroke of light. His eyes narrowed and his friend Erebos, knowing that the power was beyond their ability to defeat he made his decision, how could one fight that which eats Force Storms?

How could one fight that which cannot be stopped ? Destiny was the wind that flew upon their back, fate and predetermined victory brought forth by a power beyond the force destroyed both force storms and the sacrifices oh Legendary Sith Lords. Nothing was enough. They could't even be hit when thrown with everything they had. Adas wanted to stand and fight, Adas wanted to stay and give them hell, make this a legendary battle beyond anything that had ever been seen but why? The victors had already been chosen by fate and destiny. He nodded to Erebos, Wisdom coming to fruit inside his mind. "He is right Mother..." One last glance looked over the battlefield, a battlefield riddled with dead. "How does one defeat that whose power has no limits?" He shook his head. Artifacts and Items dropping to the floor. "We're going home"



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[ToKola Bakari]

Malakai found his enemy more skilled than he first guessed. The woman was a skilled warrior, taking the damage from his lightsaber to secure a strike. However, Malakai had no intention of underestimating his enemy, and was prepared for a rapid counter attack. As the woman's blade came towards him he swung his center mass to the side, his right foot swinging around his right, allowing the piercing blade to flow past him.

While his lightsaber sat on her shoulder he quickly whipped his lightsaber to the right, attempting to cleave the woman's head off her shoulder. He doubted she would be foolish enough to fall for such a technique, but never the less his lightsaber flew towards it's mark.

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] [member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="Draco Vereen"]