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

[Jorus Merrill]

SPACE OVER THEBEON
(separate from the big Thebeon space battle)
[member="Ranga Desilijic Boga"]

Ranga turned away and led himself and the Weequays over to the Telgorn Dropship they came in with. They loaded up and set off towards space, hoping to receive a small bit of reinforcements. One of the Weequays flipped on the comm and spoke briefly. "Dominion forces, this is Tuuka Omlo of SCUBA. We are coming into space looking for any reinforcements we can find. If you have any starships with spare troops please let us know. We've been tasked with guarding a city front and we can't survive with who we have now. If anyone has anyone, please let us know. Tuuka out!" The ship sped off into space, desperation getting to Ranga.

The Gypsymoth exited hyperspace not far from the Telgorn dropship, and some distance from the Alliance-versus-Vong fleet battle. It fell into position alongside the dropship, taking a parallel course about a hundred metres away. Though engines and shields were powered up, the turrets weren't pointed at the dropship.

"Tuuka Omlo of SCUBA, this is the independent freighter Gypsymoth, Captain Jorus Merrill commanding. I'm not in the business of ignoring distress calls, but I'm not sure I've got the lay of the land. What's the Dominion, what's SCUBA, who're you defending the city from, why is there a Vong fleet parked over Thebeon, whose side are you on, and what the feth is happening in this sector? Over."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Space
Allies: [member="Vilin"] | [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: None

Jamie listened quietly to Aela as she explained the situation. Judging by her tone, it sounded more serious than anything herself could have prepared for. This was something big, and that usually meant war of some type. To say that the younger blonde wasn't just about in a nervous sweat would be lying, noting the concern on even her own master's facial expression. The commanding officer sounded just as concerned, though his determined gaze, likely that of years of front-line training gave away little in terms of discouragement.

It seemed they would be given a small squad of escorts to reach the surface of the planet. Would that really help them any though? And what of the planet when we land?

Jamie was nervously curious as to what the situation was on the ground, and it seemed like there was little in the way of information in that regard. They were essentially going into this blind, as blind as they were before, even if they had the general knowledge of where the Force Storms were coming from -- Sith. That sent another wave of nervousness through the girl as she trained to maintain her calm demeanor, left hand by her hip, clutching her saber for her own personal security.

"We best not waste any time then." She finally mustered up in a rather meek tone. She wasn't exactly excited to be going down there, but she knew Aela was needed, and whatever little bit of help Jamie could offer she would.

 

[Darth Imperia]

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

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It was a split second shot. Probably wasn't going to hit, either. But the Acolyte had to make some attempt at fighting back. She saw the flash of a bolt leaving the blaster, and let fly her own bolt in response; a single high power packet of particles that sped vaguely in the direction of her foe. If she was lucky, it might hit his leg, perhaps.

As for the deadly projectile flying towards her? Well, the Sithling was quick, but, of course, nowhere near quick enough to dodge a blaster bolt. And so, it hit her hand - and her blaster Pistol.

There was the pain, of course. A packet of highly charged particles exploding next to your hand is going to hurt, and it's going to do quite a bit of damage. In almost an instant the flesh on the Acolyte's hand blackened and shriveled, her blood quite literally boiled, and the kinetic impact itself was enough to break most of the tiny, delicate little bones that make up the human hand's skeletal structure.

In short? The Apprentice hurt. She let out a scream of pain and dropped her blaster, gripping the shriveled, blackened appendage with its functional counterpart.

And then, something that might have shocked her foe occurred. Instead of flailing around on the ground like a common civilian, the Apprentice turned her yellow-eyed gaze to Tony's position. Her skin turned pallid, the veins across her face blackened, and the sizzling, red-hot blaster at her feet slowly rose, lifted up by a mystical manifestation of the Acolyte's pain and rage.

There was an interesting thing about blasters, that many people didn't really think on. Each blaster had two fuel sources - a power cell, and a gas canister. The gas canister was explosive and highly flammable, so it wasn't a very good idea to expose it to too much in the way of heat.

Which Tony Ro'samo, intentionally or not, had done.

The Apprentice formerly known as Mala Arar looked at the pillar Tony was hiding behind, her expression neutral.

And then? With all of the power she could summon, she lobbed that Blaster-turned-improptu-explosive at right about his head height.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Meanwhile, while all the cool, dramatic stuff happened...


Far, far away, not in a galaxy far, far away, but on distant Mon Cal, Lady Kerrigna was following the dramatic battle. A holographic projection of Atrisia and the surrounding systems covered much of the conference table. The latest situation on the various battlefields was displayed on it. At least as far as Firemane knew. After all, fog of war was a thing.


"What's the situation on Atrisia's surface? Has Elpsis reported in yet?" she asked, looking up to Maerys Medaea. Her Eldorai aide was formally dressed and wore a pair of cute glasses.


"Not so far, Countess, but we have word from our task force. Major Lavali and a squad are setting up a Command Post near Jar'kai. The rest of the Lion's Maw are still in the process of landing. Lieutenant [member="Symara Tarriq"] and Kerrigan's Flame are trying to make contact with Elaris."


"Well, that's good. They know what their job is. They better not find Elpsis without her legs," Siobhan remarked, frowning slightly.


The urge to troll Siobhan was strong, but Maerys was a prim and proper bureaucrat. "I'm sure she'll be fine, my Lady. After all, she's not alone out there."


"No, she's just rash, impulsive and death charges a lot." The irony of this statement was staggering. "Anyway, what's the status of the Force Storm? Has it been banished yet?" she asked, moving on.


Maerys looked down briefly to check her notes. "The reports are...somewhat contradictory. Some report that it has been dissipated, others that it continues with diminished intensity and one says it's become even stronger. I suppose until we receive confirmation, we must consider it Schrodinger's storm."


"What?"


"Schrodinger's storm. It's a reference to Schrodinger's cat. It's a thought experiment, sometimes described as a paradox. It illustrates what he saw as the problem of the Cophenhagen Intervention of quantum mechanics applied to everyday objects."


"Get to the point," Siobhan grunted.


"Yes, my Lady. The scenario presents a cat that may be simultaneously both alive and dead. We place a living cat into a steel chamber, along with a device containing a vial of hydrocyanic acid. There is, in the chamber, a very small amount of hydrocyanic acid, a radioactive substance. If even a single atom of the substance decays during the test period, a relay mechanism will trip a hammer, which will, in turn, break the vial and kill the cat. The observer cannot know whether or not an atom of the substance has decayed, and consequently, cannot know whether the vial has been broken, the hydrocyanic acid released, and the cat killed. Since we cannot know, according to quantum law, the cat is both dead and alive, in what is called a superposition of states. It is only when we break open the box and learn the condition of the cat that the superposition is lost, and the cat becomes one or the other (dead or alive)."


"Wait, that guy placed a cat in a chamber filled with acid? That's remarkably cruel. Someone should place him into one," Siobhan, whose love of animals was well-known, interrupted, looking appropriately disgusted.


Maerys sighed. "It was a thought experiment. He didn't actually do it."


"Oh, right. Well, it seems like an appropriate analogy. Then you better...break open the box and find out whether the storm is still around or not. What about our humanitarian aid convoys?"


"They've been dispatched from Dahomey and Nubia per your instruction and should arrive at Abregado-Rae within the hour. We shall cooperate with the local and Alliance authorities to help Atrisian refugees. Further support will be sent to Invysh, where the GA has set up triage centres."


"Good. So the Republic really made a mockery of itself again by allying with the Sith? I cannot say I'm surprised. They already did the same after Metalorn. Damn backstabbers." Clear disdain filled Siobhan's voice.


"In all fairness, my Lady, I don't think the situation is entirely comparable."


"They were sanctimonious, ineffectual fools back then and they're sanctimonious, ineffectual fools now. They've just been reduced to being a warlord gang without territory. Regardless, keep me abreast of the situation on Atrisia."


"I shall, my Lady. There's another matter that requires your attention. Khalisat al-Jilani requested an interview with you."


Siobhan looked annoyed. "I have neither the time nor patience for that rude, delusional tabloid gadfly and her snide insinuations. She's even more irritating than Aurelia Saelari. Or Tarissa when she yammers about the Goddess. I like Emilia Wang or Diana Aylers."


"Yes, my Lady, but everyone knows they like you. As much as she probably deserves it, please do not punch her."


"I don't intend to. I'll just verbally tear her disingenuous assertions apart," Siobhan declared, glancing towards the map. "It occurs to me that technically I'm still Atrisian nobility. They made me a baroness way back, after Fringe's invasion. Before things went downhill and they got a bad case of delusions of grandeur." Chucking Lucrehulks had been good times.


"I'm sceptical of that title still being legally valid, given all the upheavels that have taken place since then, but far be it from me to stand in the way of your desire to acquire magmafront property, Countess."

 

[Aela Talith]

Space
[member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Vilin"]

"Thank you Commodore." Aela said with a nod, turning around and heading off the bridge, making sure to catch Jamie in her wake. Her padawan was right of course, this wasn't the time to stand around and do nothing. The storm seemed to have dissipated, at least for the moment, and that meant they had a window to get onto the Surface of Atrisia. She waved for Jamie to follow along as they headed back towards the Hangar bay, a trip that took considerably longer than she had thought it would.

As they wandered down the halls towards the hangar bay Aela moved a bit closer to Jamie.

"If you want to stay here, I wouldn't blame you." She told her padawan. "I don't know what we'll find down there, but I know it won't be good. A storm of that size...it takes power, someone as strong as my father, or maybe even stronger."

That scared her. "If you'd rather stay here on the ship, there is no shame in it."

Aela already knew what her apprentice would say, Jamie was as stubborn as she was, but The Jedi Marshall wasn't about to drag Jamie into such a dangerous situation without at least giving her a choice to back out. There was no guilt in staying behind. Together they stepped onto the hangar bay, nine A-wings waiting for them, two of them with an empty back seat that each one of them could occupy to get down to the surface of the planet.

 

[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

Antonio's blaster hit it's mark. Then she fired her own volley. The laser sang through the air and burnt ozone greeted Tony's nose. The bolt pinged off of Tony's durasteel shin guard and the smell of melting metal and burned flesh mixed with the ozone to make a concoction of putrid death. Tony's leg burned greatly as the super heated metal boiled the flesh beneath. By the force! The agony was great and tony clutched his shin in pain, hopping on one foot comically. His eyes flew open just in time to see the woman's blaster flying back at him.

His foot hit the ground jarring him as more pain racked his body. He threw his arms out and his own power met hers. In his weakened state of hunger he could not match her for long like this. He dove behind the pillar he had been hiding behind and let the blaster rip. It soared through the air and blew up against a wall. Dust and debris flew all over him. He stood from his makeshift cover and felt the anger rising from the woman.

This incited a rage inside of Tony thought he had never had before.She thinks she's angry? He let his emotions loose. A myriad of torture that he felt in his deepest being. The fall of his world to marauding murders, The Sith making him what he is now, the destruction of his home... All of it royally pissed him off.

Purple essence like flames began emanating from the palm of his hands as he limped back into the open. His hand flew forward and a bolt of purple lightning shot from his palms. It was a byproduct of his hunger. The draw back, the more he did this the more his own body fed on itself. Faint wisp of essence began peeling away from his finger tips leaving them ghostly pale, but still the bolt raced straight for [member="Mala Arar"] and her little pup. He would consume the gory damn world if he had too...

 

[Ranga Desilijic Boga]

Post 7
Location: Thebeon space, near [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Objective: Contact the Gypsymoth
Allies: Dominion and such
Enemies: GA and such
Neutral: [member="Jorus Merrill"] (maybe)

Tuuka spotted the ship pull up close to the Telgorn Dropship. He thought that it was suspicious and ran to Ranga.

"Sir, there is a ship that has approached us. It goes by the name of Gypsymoth, very interesting I'd say. They are trying to contact us and answer out festers call, do we trust them?"

Ranga looked over to Tuuka, puzzled.

"What do they want to know? Can they help us?"

Tuuka spoke nervously, "I don't know sir. All I know is that he wants details on who we are, what side we are on, and what is happening around here. Sounds very odd."

Ranga sat confused about all this.

"Tell him we won't speak unless he can help us, and he tells us who he is."

Tuuka ran off, "Right away sir!"

"Jorus, I need you to tell me who you are. You're ship looks a little suspicious. Are you from the Galactic Alliance? I can't let you know who we are until then, for privacy sake."

Tuuka readied the shields on the ship, something might happen.

 

[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"], [member="Kana Truden"]
Enemies: [member="Rapax"], [member="Break"], [member="Lord Ajihad"], [member="Darth Lykos"], [member="Seria Ventreme"], [member="Thraxis"], Sith in general (sorry if I forgot a tag!)


The wall of Force had thinned after deflecting the debris, dissipating shortly after it edged onto the Anzat woman. Despite the fact that she seemed down for the count, Joza was loathe to let her focus leave an opponent until they were well and truly incapacitated. However, a pair of shots being fired pulled her attention back towards Jacen and Elpsis. The latter of the two dove to the ground, unfortunately unable to avoid the bullet that came her way. Joza winced from behind her visor, moving forward to crouch down next to the fallen pyromancer as she flooded his thrusters with heat. “You okay?” Her own breathing had become a bit labored from her efforts, surprising the Zeltron herself as she tucked her arm around the other woman’s free one, attempting to bring her to her feet.

While trying to help her perceived ally, Joza’s gaze was drawn to Thraxis as he introduced himself.

​

"Well, hello their Sirs and Mams, my name..."​

From somewhere deep in her throat, the Rogue growled. Monologues. Why did it always have to be monologues? Despite her natural flamboyancy, Joza had developed a fairly no-nonsense attitude when it came to battle. Some warriors preferred to know their opponent’s names, but to her it didn’t matter. An enemy was to be defeated, and that was that. Uninterested in hearing the rest, she raised her free hand and concentrated on Thraxis—his presence in the Force, his presence on the battlefield—and inhaled heavily. Extending a hand towards him, she unleashed a paralytic serpent of Force energy with the aim of pushing him into a catatonic state. Force Stun was an ability she’d found useful in the past, given that it had first been used on her by a Sith Lord to remove her from the equation during a past battle.

 

[Darth Imperia]

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

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A big, obvious bolt of Dark Power racing towards her? Too easy. The Sithling stepped to the side, easily avoiding the clumsy, raw and unrefined expression of power that Tony had launched at her.

And that, really, was the difference between the two. Was Tony angrier than her? Did he possess more rage and hatred and despair than the Acolyte, who in her previous life had been fairly pampered and cared for? It was likely. But like most new to the Dark Side, it seemed to her that her foe had made the mistake of focusing on destructive powers. And while whatever he had sent at her had certainly been powerful enough to give her the chills even without a direct hit, that was all it was - powerful.

The Apprentice's response was far more insidious, if less impressive.

It was the Mind Trick.

"Why don't you take that blaster of yours and make yourself less of a nuisance to the Galaxy?"

She supposed she could've told him to commit suicide. To blow his brains out. But she wasn't skilled enough yet to override the most basic instinct that every sapient felt - the urge to survive. So she knew that whatever Antonio did to himself, if anything at all, wouldn't be lethal.

But it would certainly be amusing.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Ranga Desilijic Boga"]

SPACE NEAR THEBEON
BUT NOT NEAR THE FLEET BATTLE
BECAUSE FETH THAT NOISE

An extended silence followed. Either the dropship's pilot was conferring with someone or he was scanning or readying weapons or, well, any one of a dozen other things. Jorus drifted back a little relative to the dropship, putting the Gypsymoth at the other ship's four o'clock position. The new position didn't let him bring the main forward guns to bear, but a quick skid sideways would accomplish that if necessary.

Eventually the comm crackled.

"Jorus, I need you to tell me who you are. You're ship looks a little suspicious. Are you from the Galactic Alliance? I can't let you know who we are until then, for privacy sake."

"All right." His voice wasn't as imposing as it used to be. A long strange trip in Wild Space had culminated in a kind of rejuvenation for himself and his wife. Ever since, they'd had some difficulty getting taken seriously. "I'm not an Alliance citizen and I don't answer to them. I'm an independent spacer, like I said, but I won't dance around the point: I'm a General in the Underground, something of an explorer, and sort of a Jedi Master. Your turn, bub."

 

[Siriwook]

Location: Inysh Allies: GA Geloyra Malleus Rhen Qel-Droma Zark Siriwook Enemies: Sith Jagger Fuga Maizono Marcus Itera Suravi Teigra Objective: Take care of incoming patients

Allies: GA, [member="Cathul Thuku"], et al.
Objective: Take care of incoming patients and learn force skills

Siriwook was happy to help. Having spent most of her life on Wasskah, between its indigenous poisonous plants and animals and the toxic agents brought in by Trandoshan hunters, Siriwook knew much more about poisons than starships.

She evaluated the poison. For everything in nature, somewhere, was its opposite. This wound reminded her of a certain fish found in Wasskah's rivers. She didn't have the words... but she calmed herself enough to let the force guide her to them.

"Arruuugh. Ruuuuuarugh. Aruru. Ruuuuuuwooo arugh. Arughrurururur. [This patient's sympathetic nerve pathways aren't firing. You must inhibit the parasympathetic nerves. I don't have plants with me... can we use the force?]"

 

[Lark]

Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] and probably more
Allies: [member="Thraxis"], [member="Desmond C'artyom"], hopefully others

As expected, Lark's grenade was launched into the air upon hitting the ground near the feet of Kana Truden. A Jedi than, but that didn't surprise him that much. What did catch him off guard was everything else that was happening. Kana crouched next to some figure, and created a whirlwind of ash that completely obstructed his view. And other things that Lark was incapable of describing, as he had never seen the likes of them before, erupted in the area below. Suddenly, Lark felt a rising warmth, and he considered bailing out of the building he was in. But he'd wait a few moments longer to see if the ash would eventually dissipate. The figure she had knelt beside looked to be somewhat injured, perhaps Kana would have trouble moving her to safety.

He considered lobbing a few more grenades into the haze, but decided to save them for a more opportune moment. He double-checked his sniper to see if it had thermal targeting on it, but Lark wasn't so fortunate. Taking potshots would only give away his position, and he was pretty sure they didn't know his exact whereabouts. He moved to higher ground just to be safe, as well as to gain an even better vantage point. He quieted his breath, silenced his heartbeat, and waited for the first sign of movement.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Just outside the Palace
Allies: Sith
Enemies: [member="Dar'rak"] [member="Deacon"]

Equipment

Spoiler

Templar's Edge

Spoiler

Spoiler

Ornate single handed sword. Bright green blade.

Simple Lightsaber

Spoiler

One or two handed. Burning red blade.

Armor

Spoiler

Simple smuggler armor. No resistances, just not your average Sith cloak.

Objective: Another clash between what was good, and what was evil.

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"Aha! A good answer, good sir." There was a smile forming on the Zabrak's face as he reached down with his left hand to the hilt on his waist. With the reptilian so close he could see the singed and torn clothing of the red man clearly. It was actually surprising to find him able to stand given the state of the crash and the clothing on his back. Unfortunately, there would be no time for chatter now. Blue eyes glanced over the larger creature, and the smile widened more.

A proper challenge.

The Templar's edge was pulled free of it's sheath, and quick as a bullet the Sith lurched forward. The Force flowed directly into his body, enhancing both strength and speed to a degree only seen in a master who's time was spent honing that and that alone. Noticeably, the sword in his hand was dull, but the Sith didn't seem to pay it any mind. A quick thrust with the dull end of the blade, all made to begin this duel.

 

[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

The female side stepped Tony's attack with ease. His powers were relatively new and he was still getting the hang of them. He cursed under his breath Schutta. He raised his rifle again and then the girl began to speak. He felt something cloud his mind as she told him to piss off. He heard her voice in his head, trying to worm its way into the grey matter of his brain. Trying to make him believe the words were his own.

Sadly for her Tony's subconscious was stronger then this. He was able to differentiate her words from his thoughts.

His life was anything but easy and this made it extremely difficult to fool the hardened man. So while she spoke her words he raised his blaster and shot at her mutt. While she might of had her wits about her, Tony while not realizing it yet had true freedom. For his anger had already broken his chains. He smiled as he fired shot after shot towards the mangy dog.

His little revenge for the woman entering his head. He wondered how she was able to do such a thing and decided before he killed her he would find out...

[member="Mala Arar"]

 

[Tayise Betna]

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

She didn't know how long she was out, much less what had occurred since she'd lost consciousness. In hindsight, injecting a large amount of painkillers into the neck was a bad idea, but that was the lone option she felt she'd had at the time. Her manual dexterity wasn't enough to get one of her sleeves rolled up and the armorweave would have stopped the needle entirely if she'd tried it.

Flexing one hand experimentally, she found she was still in her armor, which was reassuring. It meant they hadn't stolen her personal gear or chucked her into a cell as a slave of some sort. She realized she was laying on something soft and that she was warm compared to the chilly mists outside that she remembered. Logic dictated she was in a bed or cot of some kind and if the rigidity of the padding was anything to go by, it was the one inside the Pathfinder. Unfortunately, she wasn't quite oriented enough to know if the deck was still slanted.

She tentatively opened one eye, her vision still fairly blurry. Nothing was standing over her, but she could see movement in the corner of the room. She was, indeed, in the Pathfinder's cabin and still in her armor. A quick feel of her hip told her that her weapons had been confiscated and a quick wiggle of her foot told her that they'd even snagged her boot knife. Annoyed, but not surprised, she started to sit up, realizing that between the earlier attack and the painkillers that she was severely weakened. Ignoring the painful joints, the usual lingering effect of one of her episodes, she managed to push herself upright and into a seated position.

"Biai munit..." she started before catching herself and switching for Basic instead. "... How long have I been out?"

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: Capital City
Allies (Nearby): [member="Seria Ventreme"] (I'm assuming from your posts that you would count as an ally. If the counter is true, let me know.)
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 ... Somehow


As the telepathic voice from the Iridonian Jedi served to introduced her name to him, Xavka's current train of thought was disrupted and put to the side. That specific thought had been running rampant and growing since the very moment the first syllable of A'dele's first message, the one that was nothing more that an overly poetic way to give confirmation to the question he had proposed to her. However, his thoughts had not been on the meaning within her words, that much had been easily and quickly understood and put aside for, even though on the surface Xavka could come across as brutish in appearance, words and mannerisms, such a display was one carefully put upon by the very same person who suffered from it, a means of deceit. Behind such a crafted facade, lay a mind that was, while not genius, of a higher than average intelligence. It was that mind that running as fast as it could to analyse the applicable data.

'The barrier reflects and prevents any applied physically attack and, most likely, any physical action directed inwards towards the interior of the barrier. As proven, it also reflects a Force Push, which can lead to the assumption that it's redirect, stop and reflect all effects of using the Force. Beyond this, so far, I have no knowledge about this technique, no more factual information that'll lead me to penetrating it. Think, Xavka, analyse the most resent data. She was able to telepathically speak to me, whether or not she could hear my attempts to telepathically communicate is irreverent, I need to focus on the fact that I heard her. That means that the barrier will not stop the Force in all its forms. Even if not, even if it did cut off the Force in all forms, the barrier would fall as she would have cut off the Force from herself. With the ease and speed she applied the barrier to herself, I can assume that this is something she has practice in, meaning that I can, once more, assume that to be constant truth. As such, that means that the barrier must have something physical to block to work. Anything conjured through the Force to have physical form, including waves of pressure, will be reflected so I must focus on the mental, the non-physical.'

He had just been attempting to run through any ability within the Force that he knew that would fall under the requirements when the mental voice of A'dele had brought him back to focus. In turn, Xavka spoke back telepathically also. Even mentally, his voice was gruff and deep but, if the Jedi chose to pay close enough attention, she would recognise that the mental projection was not as gravelly as his voice actually was, the scar on his vocal folds not affecting his mental voice, after all.

"Greeting A'dele. It is a pleasure to me another Iridonian out in the Galaxy, even one such as yourself, it is a rare occurrence for me." Placing a hand against his chest, Xavka would bow his head slightly, his gaze not yet wavering from A'dele's own. "I'shuree tozu meni Xavka Duquo, Patriarch of Clan Rakama." While the first three words had been spoken in Ul'Zabrak and as such, were most likely words that the Jedi would not understand, his actions and name would serve as an indicator that it was some form of greetings. "I should warn you now, do not think that you can find out about me through my name, I have not used Xavka as my offcial name since I fled slavery and we of the Wild Plain Nomadic Clans do not register ourselves with the greater galaxy." Everything the Sith had just spoke was, indeed, true as, should the Jedi choose to ignore his warning, she would find nothing on Clan Rakama and that the final digital file on Xavka Duquo was set during the time he served as a Gladiator Slave for the amusement of his Hutt Master on Nar Shaddaa.

"I am afraid that in this situation I can not offer much in the ways of politeness and niceties that my Clan Elders would have demanded I follow, so, I shall instead extend the gift of an answer instead. I was raised correctly after all.. Choose a question wisely." As his mental voice would speak such words, a small smirk would stretch at his lips as he continued to reach downwards into the ground beneath his folded legs with his awareness through the Force.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

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

Rust flaked from a 2-1B medical droid as it shuddered over to her. "You have been unconscious for eighty-seven minutes since I began treating you. Are you experiencing any itchiness on your lekku? Irritated lekku can be a sign of-"

It powered down into a slump. Jasper walked in, tapping a restraining bolt controller against his leg. "We also had an actual medic check you out, for the record. Not that great of one, but, you know, better than nothing."

The Pathfinder's cabin didn't offer many places to sit. He settled for leaning against a dresser-slash-armory, arms folded. "You're looking half alive, so that's an improvement."

From elsewhere in the ship came the sounds of tools at work. A saw squealed; he winced, embarrassed.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond smiled as his bolt seemed to fly fast and true. Then a distant clanking aroused him. He stood from his prone position and mounted the e-web. Waiting for anyone to come out of the door. His hooded coat fluttered in the wind and the breeze kicked up small dirt devils. The sky was darkened by the amount of smoke that filled it and only a thin ray seemed to come down from where the Jedi stood.

Des was just a man among angels, but still he was determined to make a difference. He didn't need the force, all he needed was his trusty rifle. The gun had seen him through more encounters then he could count.

Now it was his turn to prove himself worthy to live by the law she layed down. The law he had inherited from his father, when he accepted this rifle. The law his own father had inherited when he became a Chiss colonial defender. The Law of the Gun.

Amidst Demons, monsters and omniscient beings Desmond would be a coward forever, no more. Even if it meant he died in the process he would not let his peers down.

[member="Elliot Locke"]

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

Location: The palace
Allies: [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="Darth Lykos"]
Enemies: Mandalorians, Jedi, GA, anyone coming for Adas

Ren had sent the jar'kai for the runes they would return with them if anything she could them to protect her son. She looked at Darth Erebos from what she remembered Mythos saying of him he was a warrior she looked out at what he saw. She knew that revenge was what filled her heart and mind and that she wanted nothing more than to make those who came here to pay for the death of her beloved. She wanted to encourage them all to continue fighting to not give up until every avenue had been taken, but so far the Storm, The Cthulu, the Graug, all had been engaged by the invaders nothing had stopped them. How much more could be asked of a people to give, of the Sith who were friends, and allies of Mythos, many had already given their lives.

"If they catch us they will imprison us and from there we cannot ever have any kind of vengeance upon those who came here today. There has been so much death on either side already and I will not risk my son's life at the hands of zealots." Ren closed her eyes, "Adas" She had to remember he was dealing with power that were new to him, that he was doing his best to focus and use to the best advantage.

"The runes would protect you only in this room, those spells of protection were for a body. I can alter them slightly to protect you, I'd have to inscribe them onto your body for it to be so. Darth Erebos makes a valid point, let's leave while we will can. Let them have Atrisia. Protect the lives of the people...we can rise up another day and come back to reclaim this world. They will keep coming until the palace is but rubble. You are your father's legacy not the palace, not the Jar'Kai, you are his son, his heir."

She could feel his rage still he wanted them all dead he wanted to say and word and watch them all fall with their words hanging within their mouths like dust. He wanted to keep what his father had built and make it his own. But even they must know when to bide their time and build their forces and their friends and choose a moment to return.

The Jar'kai had found the panel and were fighting their way back trying to get back into the passage to get back They protected the panel to ensure it would not be taken from them. The very sounds in the palace sounded nothing like it had in the last 12 years. War was ravaging its halls and tearing down the very peace that had raised the walls.

 

[Ranga Desilijic Boga]

Post 8
[member="Jorus Merrill"]
Location: Thebeon Space
Objective: Converse with [member="Jorus Merrill"]

Tuuka still felt a little suspicious, but he still knew he had to answer. He flipped on the comm and told Jorus about himself.

"Alright Jorus, I'll tell you who I am. I'm Tuuka Omlo, demolition specialist of SCUBA. SCUBA is an elite group led by Captain Ranga Boga. If you want specifics, I'm a Weequay and I love to sit down with my kids and watch kids shows. I advise you not to attack. Over."