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

[WolfMortum]

Location: Atrisia, Jar'kai.
Objective: Cover Bethany Kismet, Evade the reach of Reverance.
Nearby: [member="Darth Mephirium"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"] .
NPC's: First Captain Decius - 501st Legion.

The barrier of light had done as intended, kept the Darkness at bay for those brief moments so that he could protect them both and too confirm [member="Bethany Kismet"]'s approach to the coming battle. For a moment there, he had the urge to wonder if there wasn't a personal stake in her rising to meet the challenge of the one [member="Reverance"], however she had hit the nail on the head and in the change of leadership and alliances, Veiere had neglected to realize the stone cold loyalty that the 501st were willing to prove to him. Nodding firmly in compliance, his left hand dropped and upon the moment, the barrier fell too. His lightsaber returned to his belt where it would hang like a weight to remind him of the past, his focus shifting to the crippled and toppling roof over the courtyard, the descending stone and burning debris that had been set alight by the raging of the Force Storm around them.

Stepping back several paces, he rolled both hands at the wrists, telekinesis an ability he had spent years focusing on unlike that of Force Light; his gaze shifted across to Captain Decius and the men who seemed confuse by his decision to step away. Cyril Grayson, the leader of battles and the insurgent against oppression in no matter the form it came in, they had not known a pacifist Commander like him before. "Decius, you and your men return to the transport, send word and rendezvous with the Chimaera once out of Atrisian range, Find Master Grayson and bring him with you, do not leave without him. I will find my own way...-I will meet with you on Gyndine as soon as I'm done here". He knew the Stormtroopers would not like the order, they were bred for battle and here stood the Sith that their former Master hoped to decieve and bring to an end; the Jedi however would not make sacrifices where they were not nessecary. "Veiere, are you out of your mind?!" Decius shouted back at him in arguement though the Jedi took one last look at him and reminded him firmly, "This is a Command. Go". On a mental note, he knew that he would have to find some semblance of an understanding with the officer in the coming days but for now, Atrisia was a hell hole and there would be few to walk away from such chaos. At least if they could secure [member="Darth Mephirium"] then Veiere would be able to save at least one small victory from a day of many tragedies.

His mind took on a new focus, shutting out the Sith Lord and the men under his command now while his aura built up within the force and reaching out with his left and his right, he moved to catch and sweep away the falling debris that threatened the pair of Jedi. He could not account for all yet he did his utmost to keep Bethany from becoming encumbered while she looked to face her foe.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

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

The Mandalorian slid his head to his left to dodge the dagger blade, only partially succeeding in avoiding the strike. The dagger dragged across his faceplate, Draco feeling his cheek forming a sharp, stabbing pain as though part of the bone had been broken. The blade continued, slashing the armorweave of the back of his neck. The distinct pain of a dagger cutting into the muscle in his neck radiated into his skull, dulled by his concentration, but not unnoticeable and not to be taken lightly. The Life Support monitor listed it as a laceration to the splenis capitus. Draco's eyes burned behind the T-Visor as he growled at the Lizard. The Force churned through him and the Mandalorian as he took a half step forward towards the Trandoshan.

His own beskar'kandar was scorched, chipped, had holes punched into the chest, and dented from blows already. It seemed that no matter what, only his use of the Force seemed to have solid effect on the Trandoshan, and with his injuries he needed it. The warrior pulled hard on the web of energy that surrounded them, the deep rooted Dark Side presence in the building, the hatred and fear and languish all around them. The flow drew into him like a flood. The Mandalorian prepared to drain his opponent's vitality again, to reinforce his body with his enemy's.

The wave of blackness, the deafening roar from below, struck like a shockwave of hatred and fear. The Mandalorian's vision blinked out for an fraction of a second, and all he could see was red. No friends surrounded him. No lives that needed to be saved, and in that instant, the Mandalorian's intentions changed. There was no singular foe, but several, all near the Warlord. Red lightning burst from him in all directions, reaching out for the living, scarring the walls with black streaks where it found no purchase of beings, burning tapestries and drapes where there was no victim. The air became charged with his soul leaching intent, seeking to diminish and depreciate the life force of those in the closest immediate vicinity, be they Mandalorian, Jedi, Sith, Trandoshan, or Stormtrooper.

Faith's message appeared on a little text box in the corner of the warrior's HUD, currently ignored as Draco focused on eliminating his enemies and killing as many people as he could. He felt the fear in his chest rising from the waves. What was normally a calm, covert warrior who kept a plethora of tricks and toys to use to kill his enemies, saw only the need to get out. The burning desire to leave this place, and he turned to the brute force of a Sith Lord rather than the finesse of a Mandalorian warrior.

 

[Kami Meran]

[member="Symara Tarriq"]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAUxhHz-LCM


Ok she had there attention now. now it was time to keep it.
" ok AR-CE's in the Mynock. i want you too take out those Hydra Anti-Air Tanks " she ordered as she scanned the area.
she would get the others to take the bridge. once they took that it became a defense.
" Get those KYS over the Bridge and smush those Troop units.
She ordered as the highspeed tanks zoomed over the bridge to engage the enemy.
the Mynock troopers flew over the chasim into the enemy fiering there missilkes into the troops bellow.

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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

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="HK-36"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Symara Tarriq"]


[member="Thraxis"] was quite correct in assuming that Elpsis preferred the Force to a sabre fight. The reason was quite simple: Though physically quite robust, the redhead was a bad lightsabre duellist. Any time she used a glowstick, it looked like when Finn did it! In other words, whack, whack, whack.


Anyhow, Thraxis would suddenly feel a relief from the pressure on his throat as Elpsis released him from the Force Choke. Perhaps because [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] was trying to get eveyone to stand down and stop killing each other on this hellhole, perhaps because she simply concluded the man wasn't a threat anymore.


At this point, Elpsis had depleted a lot of energy during the fight. However, she was not drained. For a good portion of the battle, she'd been boosted by [member="Adele Adonai"]'s battle meditation. That was obviously no longer the case since the Zabrak had been ambushed by [member="Darth Lykos"] and the two were chatting now, but it meant she hadn't been running entirely on her own power. Her shoulder was damaged, though not shattered. The most serious injury was the one her foot had sustained, courtesy of Thraxis' bullet. Crucitorn kept the pain down to a degree.


Sensing another opponent coming, she reorientated herself, just as [member="Seria Ventreme"] began her death charge. The woman's rage were like a beacon, and Elpsis could sense it through empathy. Since her attacker was fighting on the side of an evil regime that had torched its own planet through storms and volcanic cyclones and murdered stars knew how many people, she saw no reason to be merciful.


The Force wrapped itself around her as she drew upon the ethereal. A small fragment of rock shattered against her defences. Elpsis was thoroughly lacking in mobility due to the bullet Thraxis had shot at her earlier, and so she did not dodge Seria's melee attacks.


The problem was that the Anzati was trying to hit a berserker clad in beskar. The kick caused a spike of pain as it struck close to her previous injury and pushed Elpsis back, making her sway as she used her power to stabilise herself. However, trying to backhand Elpsis' beskar helmet was like backhanding a slab of steel. At best, it would do nothing, at worst Seria would break her own hand. Vibroknuckling Elpsis' helmet-covered face got the girl's attention, made her sway, that was it.


Rather than respond when the Sith minion yelled at her, Elpsis drew upon the ethereal to try and grab Seria with telekinesis in order to keep her still. Regardless of the success of this manoeuvre, her hands were raised and spat scalding flames.


The fireball earlier had been geared towards keeping the Anzati suppressed, in case she was just trying to recover and ambush Elpsis again. This, however, was the real deal, Master level pyromancy meant to engulf the Anzati, cook her and charr her flesh.


The sky had turned dark, waves of blackness manifested. They were like a miasma of rage, fear and despair. A chorus of oices of despair resonated inside her mind, trying to drag her down into the abyss. Her mind reeled under the deafening roars, feeling them intensely due to her empathy. It bloody hurt. Her face was contorted in pain as she fought against them. But why should she despair? To all intents and purposes, they were winning, despite Space Lotek'k, a Force Storm and a Volcano Demon. Rather than despairing, her rage was heightened by the mental onslaught, and she unleashed it upon her enemy, seeing red. Seria had brought a fist to a fire fight.

 

[Nick Sept]

Location: Alone in the dark
Enemies: [member="Darth Vitium"] and [member="Reverance"]
Allies: [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Bethany Kismet"] [member="Darth Mephirium"]
Objective: Good question


[youtube]https://youtu.be/kef-MLsrC9I[/youtube]



A tidal wave. It was like surfing. But the thing is, the doubts, teh rage, the fear, the madness.....it didn't make him wnat to flee. It...made him laugh. He smiled, a little too wide. The sky turned dark. The pale ghost looked as if the world itself woudl turn black and white. And then, finally deciding to give up on the farce of any of this making sense, he lit up a smoke.

The voice were numerous in his head. His skin seemed to falsh red briefly, the smoke demon in his body attempting to gain control, although Nick was unclear if the creature wanted to flee or simply serve this obviously unstable woman. He let out a small puff of smoke, the red glow coming from him as mush as the death stick in his hands. He looke forward. No flirtatious demeanor as he saw the woman point out two swords. Lightsabers. Typical stih pageantry all the way. He smilpy chuckled, still there. He was terrified. He heard the screaming of every cadet who he buried, the pain of every man he'd killed. The guilt of every war he couldn't stop, and the looming threats of more on the horzion. He smirked, a sad, bitter smile as the ghosts of this very world floated in front of him to condemn him. As if he could do a damn thing about that. Still, no urge to flee. An urge to die, to surrender, but he coudl ignore it. A soldier knew when to ignore his fears. He'd been bred and raised as a weapon. Doubt, madness, acceptance, denial--that was ll part of the show.


He gazed through the spectres, glasses shining dimly in the darkness, reflecting a bit of the light from Vitium's sabres, clearing his throat, cigar between his teeth. "Honey," he said darkly, "I am a dead stim addicted drill sargeant with at least three different kinds of mental trauma who became a senator cyborg with random force visions and then ate a smoke demon while an ewok tried to re-animate my damn corpse. You want to drown out the voices in my head with your own, you need to be a litle louder....or at least sing in key."


He gestured to the other man, the one in the robes who seemed resigned about all of this. "I know you're making a big deal out of this stupid martyr routine, but honestly, maybe you should focus on doing something. Jedi passivity won't save anyone else here, and niether will whatever point you're trying to make," he said with a rough grit. "Take it from a dead man, there's more yet to do. And she's not gonna stop with settling your issues."


He looked at the woman, cigar between his lips. A puff of smoke came from his nostrils, either indignation or irritation. "I wonder how long you can keep up the magic mojo before fatigue sets in. Msut be exhausting, clinging to your flesh like that...." the dead man chuckled, his own morbid humor increasing. "Me, I cn do this all...let's call it night, shall we?"

 

[Soeht]

The Second Candidate​

[member="Darth Vitium"] might regret Soeht’s interference.

As soon as [member="Tony Ro'samo"] shot a volt of lightning, Soeht threw an empty hand toward Tony. Arcs of crimson lightning spewed forth from Soeht’s fingertips to meet Tony’s own Force Lightning. A small blast occurred as the two different arcs met. A no sell.

Turning his head toward [member="Mala Arar"], Soeht said, “Y̢̕͢óu…”

Just as he had with Mythos’s son, Soeht extended an offer to Mala – the second candidate on Atrisia.

 

[H3xle]

[member="Darth Vitium"] ​

[member="Causstik Rahn"] [member="draco vereen"] [member="Darth Malakai"] [member="Veino Garn"]​

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As Taryc's elbow closed in on Darth Malakai's body, time slowed. At the edges of her senses, Taryc felt darkness stirring, swelling, and finally being released into the world.

Every person experiences the Force in different ways. Some experience it aligned with feelings, or memories. Others experience it through a physical realm, such as taste, sound, or touch. Surely there are even more obscure ways to experience it, and each individual has a unique interpretation to their experience. For Taryc, she experiences it through memories and scent. For the most part, she has been able to ignore the more distracting parts of experiencing it, long years of training and practice are useful for that.

This darkness, though, felt familiar. Not the signature behind it, she was fairly certain she had never met the dark presence that released the wave of darkness onto Atrisia, but the actual act itself brought back memories from her training.

Taryc, much younger and still with her hair dyed blonde, stood in a dark chamber beneath the main palace on Bastion. Her instructor, a masked woman with a cruel, sharp voice to match her demeanor, stood between her and the doorway. Her name was Ilana Darke, likely a pseudonym like many Inquisitors used. Her body was covered from neck to boot in the form fitting uniform of the Inquisitors, armored in appropriate places, but designed to allow a full range of movement. Taryc was dressed in simple training clothes, cotton pants, cotton tunic, cotton foot wear that was actually just strips of a different tunic wrapped around her feet and up her calves. A dark, malevolent presence was with Madame Darke today, Taryc didn't know if it was morning or night. This stage of her training was about strengthening her through deprivation and exposure. She had gotten perhaps eight hours of sleep in the last three weeks. Her eyes were more red than white, her skin had taken on an unhealthy pallor, and she had developed a grating cough in the last few days.​

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"Stand up straighter, shoulders back Initiate..." the voice cracked out from Madame Darke's mouth, but seemed to resonate in both the chamber, and Taryc's mind. Taryc drew in a shaky breath and straightened her body until she was at the position of attention that Madame Darke demanded during their sessions. "...acceptable, I suppose. Now. We've decided the next stage of your training. You need to experience some of the worst your foes can bring to bear. In time, this technique will be taught to you, but for now..." the grin in her voice was truly malevolent "...just sit back and enjoy it."​

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"Trzy i jeden, błagam Cię, aby przynieść zainicjowania na kolana. Pokazać jej swoją ciemność, pokazać jej strach, sprowadzić ją rozpacz." the room filled with a sickly green glow. Madame Darke extended her hands in a thrust at Taryc, throwing the initiate back into the wall with an easy Force push. Taryc was unable to discern the next words, as the ringing in her ears rose. Her ears popped with the sudden pressure in the room. The scent of burning nuts filled her nostrils, accompanied by a whiff of spoiled meat. For a few more moments, her master spoke without Taryc hearing. Then, all of a sudden, the green glow and the lamp light were suffused with darkness. A final word from Madame Darke, and darkness engulfed the room. Taryc screamed as images darker and more malevolent than she had ever imagined before filled her with despair. Whispers from everywhere and nowhere told her of her failure, of how she would fail her gods, and her people, and bring only ruin to all she touched. ​

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Her throat went raw long before her scream became a whisper infused with bloody coughs. The young girl had never experienced such terror and despair. Madame Darke merely watched, quite pleased with herself for bringing her pupil to such a state. It was always easiest to build someone up as you wished when they were broken down completely. She left, then, taking the lanterns with her, and closing the door. Darkness fell over Taryc again, but she didn't notice. Her eyes were screwed shut, and welded with the byproduct of all of her tears. She lay on the floor, a puddle of tears, blood, and other bodily humors around her as she whimpered with her hoarse voice. ​

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Eventually, she fell asleep, though sleep did not bring solace this night.​

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The wave of darkness broke over her just before her elbow would have impacted upon her opponent. The smell of burnt nuts and spoiled meat filled her nostrils, and her heart began to race. She pushed out with both arms, clearing her opponent away from her, and saving him from the impact of her elbow. Her eyes searched for the form of the inquisitor known as Madame Darke, completely forgetting that she had died on the very blade that Taryc bore in her right hand. Out of the waves of darkness, an arc of red lightning came. Taryc, looking for her long dead master, took the blow on her wounded shoulder. The blast blew her back, running her back against a broken statue, the awkward presence of [member="mythos"]'s groin not even registering as Taryc relived her despair. Her left hand, bearing burns both on and under her armor, pushed her body up using the statue behind her, bringing her to her feet. She kept her sword in a guard position as the whispers came back, telling of her failure, and of how Madame Darke was coming for her. Being older and more experienced, Taryc did not scream this time, but her heart raced, and behind her mask, tears of fear streamed.

 

[Shaddi]

As they charged out of the halls of the palace Erebos saw what was before him. Missiles closing in, unwelcome blotches of force inertia caused by the six power armored mandalorians charging at them seeking death and then the idiotic pilot, [member="Asmus Janes"] and [member="Choli Vyn"], flying down the main street at them. Focusing his power he gave them something like a message through the force into their minds. "You think it's just to fire upon a people who's only crime was to defend themselves against you invaders?! for what coming together to form a trade agreement between worlds?" He sent and perhaps it would make them send back to their commanders of the truth told to them.

With his hand raised up, with the Telsword high as he reached out with all his might and gripped most of the missiles headed for the cavalry charge he lead with [member="Adas James Malgus"], his promise to [member="Serena Bouie"] clear in his mind. Some of those missiles were returned to those that fired them while others were directed towards the hulking brutes wielding power-axes heading towards them. "Men of Atrisia! You fight for your people and their continued freedom and life! TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THOSE THAT WOULD DO THE SAME TO YOU!" He roared out as he then pointed his Telsword forwards towards the oncoming fighters and sent a powerful blast of pure force energy, neither light nor dark but pure energy, towards the oncoming fighters to dissuade them from continuing their strafing runs.

He rode the beast under him like an experienced knight would drive his horse forwards into the battle lines of his enemies. However as the main street was torn to shreds by blaster fire from the fighters he had to think fast as the charging cavalry line began to reach the area with speed. Raising his mounts speed as he gathered the force around them and standing in his saddle he gathered as much power into and around his sword as he could, then with a mighty swing of his sword sent forth a shock wave of force energy powerful enough to flatten the area that had been blasted to pieces by the fighter pilots. As a mandalorian jump trooper came towards him with his blaster aimed right at Erebos. With a raised Telsword he clicked it over to it's spear setting and with a force pull, pulled the mandalorian onto it so that he was impaled upon it as he held it high, his mount raising itself up as he held the impaled mandalorain above his head for a second then threw him off. "This is the fate invaders should suffer for what the so called Grand Alliance has done in it's blind arrogance! See the world you call home! It is in flames and this flame was set by those that call themselves just and righteous! Show them the price for such arrogance when faced with Atrisian Honor!" He then shouted and seeing the soldiers that weren't a part of the cavalry charge morale bolstered as they aimed to defend their homes and world.

 

[Adas James Malgus]

Location: The Palace
Objective: Peace, of course.
Allies: [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: Invaders

The Imperial palace was not an easy place to attack. The defense of the palace had been met with siege after siege during recorded history and a fair amount of paranoia went into it's umpteenth reconstruction. Jar'Kai had been carpet bombed, burned and destroyed a score of times and it was only reasonable that the defense of the palace had been upgraded after such calamities had befallen it. The demolition team had destroyed the outskirts of the palace, leaving the invaders in an uncomfortable position where many of them had been separated and the obstacles to get in the palace without air support was difficult. It was this disarray that would huddle them together, pack them in swarms and packs so that the charge would crush them to death. The Guarlara were not combat ideal by an means, in a time they were and in some places in Naboo they still were but they were rare, Mythos kept them glamour and as a sign of Nobility. Nabooian imagery was hard to avoid around here. What they lacked in modernity they made up for in speed and rider. Each one of the Guarlaras was ridden by a member of the Jar'Kai, each one searching for a glorious death in defense of king and country. Behind them charged the army of Atrisia bolstered by the People themselves. Civilians filled the ranks, some as old as the Elders and some as young as Adas himself, many carrying the weapons that their brothers, mothers, fathers and sisters left clinging to their corpses. Almost every family in Atrisia had a soldier in their circle, this was no longer a fight for ideals or faction. The people of Atrisia had risen up beside their king and those who could rallied to the Imperial Banner. Beside them were some uncanny allies, the Graug and the Legion of Yun'do roared beside the soldiers and the charge with weapons in hand, ready to pound the enemy into nothing but dust.

Before the charge however stood six warriors, legendary by name and by reputation as the Solux Nek, battle axe in hand and ready to die just as much as the Jar'Kai were. Adas however, could sense the power these soldiers held because the force seemed to die right next to them. Adas was no fool, he knew of artifacts and weapons and even creatures that could cut the force right out of a warrior leaving one helpless. Eyes narrowed behind shaking hands as the young prince held his hand up and ignited his lightsaber. "Open up!" He shouted, the force bellowing from his words out of fear and anger... mostly fear. It was a young man being brave, leading the charge and trying to conquer fear... trying.

'Nothing is impossible for he who tries'

The Guarlara lines opened up, with huge wedges empty between them. Suddenly a scream took over the battlefield, not a war shout or a scream of terror, screams made by the craziest gungans this side of the galaxy. Screams that if these Solus Nek remembered at all the battle of Naboo and had been part of it would recognize as well as any of the Mandalorians who would be there. A blast from the past, literally. Each Gungan rode on a OS landspeeder, one of the few scores of them that remained after the Omega, and they also packed with them blaster rifles, some lightsabers and some even carried the flag of Naboo on a durasteel lance. They hadn't forgotten, and they would never forgive. HUD's worked well to mark their enemies and speed was on their side. Death by Gungan was rumored to be quite shameful among warriors in the galaxy, Adas doubted the smile of the Nek persisted as Gungan, Mando and Ysalamiri went exploding before them creating a massive cloud of shrapnel, dust, rock and debris flying in the air. As well as a fair share of body parts and perfectly good speeder parts. It was almost a pity such good speeders would go to waste.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2G5rfPISIwo
Now came the real threat to the charge, E-web and fully automatic blasterfire counted for many casualties but the Jar'Kai could fire back though with not as much fire power. That was not the plan, Many of the Jar'Kai now free from the Ysalamiri were able to accurately deflect and redirect blaster fire but the E-webs would see them torn to shreds with man and beast. One Warrior was annihilated right next to Adas and his blood splattered the Young Mans' face, fear gripped him but he did not choke. The charge pressed on and the Jar'Kai were not huge animal lovers... many left their steeds to die while they force Jumped to the enemy, many of them on the E-webs and the huddled positions delivering whirlwinds of plasma and force lighting arcs as well as telekinesis. Devastation. Both sides would suffer losses as Erebos used the weapons that fell against the enemy itself, Adas noticed that his Tuk'ata Groom was riding beside him as he hit the enemy hard.

Hooves trampled over broken corpses and a Tuk'ata was set loose upon the enemy. Death took many forms, the Graug cleared house by house using the their weapons, the Legion swallowed those trampled by the charge but the Kai suffered casualties. The Tartoros walkers peppered the enemy line with lazer cannon and missile tubes, it looked to be the end of the world. An Apocalypse.

Then Adas heard it... a call for ceasefire by a jedi master himself. Rage and fear were overwhelming to young Adas and suddenly the soldiers of the alliance lowered their weapons and called for a cease fire. Adas was young, too young and this was his first battle. The enemy lowered their arms, that could only mean that the battle was over and his charge had won the day. Some would keep fighting, but the men under his direct command and the army behind his back followed his order... he had to make the call. His hand shook as he hit the com link in his ears and spoke to all Atrisian Personnel as well as the officers in command of the Graug and the Legion. "This is your King Speaking." He said, young voice shaking and quivering our of rage and fear. He wanted to slay them all... to take advantage of their lowered weapons and slaughter them all... but in the words of @Nomkneer. Many can fight with blades, few can battle with words.

"The Alliance has called for a Cease Fire, lower your weapons and escort the Jedi to the steps so we can discuss terms.. disobey this order and i will take it as a personal offense... Do not fire unless fired upon." His voice steadied, anger and fury coming behind a clear intent purpose.

[member="Nick Sept"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Draco Vereen"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

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

Equipment

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Templar's Edge

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Ornate single handed sword. Bright green blade.

Simple Lightsaber

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One or two handed. Burning red blade.

Armor

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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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If there was was a place the Zabrak excelled at, it was the battlefield. Everything else, from simple piloting to even learning how to use the holonet had been sacrificed for his lust for perfection. His want to truly master the blade. His opponent was tall, most likely stronger due to this size difference. He even had a tail. Years of hunting wild animals taught Ferox that the tail was as deadly a weapon as a claw. Ferox had not charged in blindly, and while his eyes seemed focused on Dar'rak's chest he was doing anything but.

As the dragon moved to the side the red man stopped in his tracks. A single press of a button filled the air with another sound of a lightsaber. The dull edge of the metal blade became hot plasma, just as the tail came to knock the weapon away. A small grin replaced the smile as Ferox made his opponent choose whether to cut his own tail off or pull back. With his left arm out for his initial thrust, his right came to rest underneath, palm facing Dar'rak. As the blade ignited, the Zabrak let loose a telekinetic blast. It was weak, barely able to send people flying back. If anything, it would put his foe off balance. Or do nothing. Telekinesis was not Ferox's specialty.

The sword was though. Whether the tail was pulled back or not the Iridonian would turn just after the kinetic blast to swing his left arm with a strength born of his own natural and that of the Force for his opponents chest.


Yet in the back of his mind something was creeping forward. Something he had not felt for some time. Darkness was on it's way.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Location: Atrisia; Planetside
Objective: Survive.
Allies: [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Faith Organa"]

"Bolter." the Prex replied. Going through the rest of her gear she detailed what else she had that was serviceable. "A few thermal grenades. Heavy blaster." a tap of her comm screen over her wrist was checked to see if it worked. But with the disturbances overhead, it made it impossible to really be able to send a signal.

"I'm sure we won't have a lack of weapons of opportunity." she murmured, nodding at the battlefield and what was left before them for salvaging. They had to continue. To act.

"Come on. We need to find a place to connect with the others." anyone from the Alliance or their allies. Perhaps, as they traveled, they'd stumble across friendlies rather than foes.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

Allies: | [member="Franc Kotrag"] | [member="Nataya Graf"]
[member="Faith Organa"]
Atrisia
New Jedi Order & GADF
Objective: To meet up with Organa Forces

With clouds of ash rumbling, the Jedi ships cut through the atmosphere and headed towards the fields. Word from the Galactic Alliance Diplomatic Corps suggested that there was already a contact they could connect with. Her Majesty [member="Faith Organa"].

Mask rebreathers were handed out to each Jedi, allowing them to breathe safely through the ash and soot that rained down upon. Rhen stepped out of his ship, eyes squinting shut and mask in place.

"Go, connect with those who live here. Check for wounded and contact the Organa Forces." a nod came from the Jedi Knight to his right.

"We must do what we can here and get the wounded to Inysh."

 

[HK-36]

[member="Break"],

"And then you put it in the oven-"

"Alright.."

"And you cook for thirty minutes until the skin gets nice and golden crispy and it is all done."

"Yeah- we are not going to execute prisoners like that."

With the ceasefire called in by [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] the droid was more or less just chatting up the spider-droid next to him, not bothering really to check in on Break as this whole time he assumed the other droid was stuck in the magnetic prison created for him,

"Was I not supposed to duel somebody?"

HK asked finally, realizing that he should probably check on Break just as the two orbs, a grav grenade and the core rolled up next to their feet,

"Oh-"

"Chit!"

With the quick reflexes of his Phrik body the droid grabbed the core with the field of his grav glove, slinging it upwards to launch it in the air above them. He reached to his side, unholstering his Magnetic Revolver and he was about to shoot it down, forcing it to explode harmlessly in the sky above them when that grav grenade activated. HK's cloak spun around him, his body forced down along with the spider droid, their heads banging together as they were collapsed into a spooning droidic pile of metal.

He watched the core slow down in the air, about to fall back to them as it shone brighter and brighter before his bodyguard, the Greycloak he put on sniping duty appeared next to them, casting away his cloaking device. His built-in Leovi Jet systems activated as he launched himself into the air like a rocket, grabbing the core and extending his arm upward as high as he could.

The droid flew higher and higher, disappearing past the thick ash cloud that hanged above the battlefield before an immense ball of blinding light exploded beyond the veil above them, diffusing harmlessly, preventing it from vaporizing everyone in the area, Jedi, [member="Adele Adonai"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member="Gabriel Sionoma"], [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"], [member="Spencer Varanin"], and Sith, [member="Darth Lykos"], [member="Rapax"], [member="Lord Ajihad"], [member="Lark"], alike. Yep, HK saved your butt from vaporization and/or charring, although there was temptation to do otherwise, you're very welcome.

Either way, after the bright flash of light a droid's body would fall from the sky, his vessel saved from complete destruction by his personal shielding system, although his inner components were more or less entirely fried, along with radiation from the hyper-matter explosion, yet another thing to add on the long clean-up list to be done on Atrisia.


"Ironborne!"

HK called out as he watched the body of his own copy smash into the ground with a loud THUD. Finally he managed to press his wrist against the grav grenade, a Phrik blade extending out from it to pierce the small device and deactivate it. Pushing himself up off of the ground and away from the spider droid he trotted over to the charred remains of his bodyguard copy. HK would kneel down on the ground, pulling it up to cradle the other droid in an embrace,

"It will be alright, you will be alright."

He muttered before turning to face his mechanical army, sending out a transmission to them,

Get me an engineering shuttle and medical dropships for evac now!
Aye-aye, sir.


WHOOOOOOOOOOOOM,

There would be the noise of engines descending down upon them as the dropships quickly arrived, breaking in through the ashen veil and landing around the battlefield.


His other body guard joined them, with Seria's sharpshooters and Desmond being now more or less disabled he was free to lay down his minigun and step closer, lifting up the other HK's body. From beyond the wall of mobile barricades medical units would step forward, marked by red crosses on white field visible on their armor, they would begun moving through the battlefield, assisted by infantry drones they would start performing first aid and stabilize wounded from both sides of the battle, finally Seria's sharpshooters would find some relief as their wounded would be offered the same medical treatment as their Alliance counterpart, saving their lives.


Break's lifeless body would be pulled into an engineering, or as HK referred to it, fungineering, shuttle along with the body of the bodyguard that sacrificed himself for others.


[member="Thraxis"],

If Thraxis really had no more energy to fight he would find his body lifted by one of the medical teams and pulled away from the rubble and battle into one of the evac dropships. He would be restrained, sure, and captured, but hey at least he would be alive and taken to a field hospital to be patched up. That is if he didn't struggled or anyone else interfered.


[member="Desmond C'artyom"],

Basically same would happen to Desmond, he would be lifted by a team of field medics to be patched up and given first aid for any wounds he would sustain during his fall, unless of course [member="Elliot Locke"] had other plans for him. But then again Elliot would be given the same chance of receiving medical care and getting the heck out of this hellhole that was Atrisia to get some rest, of course unless he would prefer to stay and keep fighting, that would be swell too!


[member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Seria Ventreme"],

"Enough!"

The droid called out to the two ladies as he stepped forward, trying to wedge himself between the two of them and pull them apart, shielding Seria with his own body from the flames as a result if he managed to get between them. After all, Phrik didn't charred quite like the flesh did and by then the droid's personal shield would recharge to spare the biot still covering it.

"Elpsis stand down, this battle is over, we do not need to spill more blood,"

He then turned to Seria, chastising her as well,

"And you, for the sake of your troops, surrender. We are taking them to field hospital so they can be stabilized, even though you are still very much a combat unit."


[member="Aela Talith"], [member="Jamie Pyne"],

It was then that Aela's transmission finally came through, HK responded, still between Seria and the Firemane,

"Yes, Master Talith, this is Jedi Master Iron Knight,"

Yep, he was impersonating a Jedi now, he just saved your arse from being vaporized, are you really going to judge him right now? Really?

"I read you loud and clear, we are currently in the outskirts of Jar'Kai, a Ceasefire has been called, but be careful,"

He glanced to Elpsis and then glared to Seria,

"Some combatants are not respecting it just yet."


[member="Symara Tarriq"],

And then there was the message from Symara, to which he also replied to promptly,

"Symara, we are in Jar'Kai outskirts, I have my army here with me and the Atrisians in our area are pretty much routed and scattered. We are gathering up the wounded from both sides and getting them out of this chit-hole. Ceasefire has been called so refrain from any lethal force but be wary, not everyone is adhering to it just yet. And Elpsis is here with me,"

He glanced to the Firemane,

"She is being a real sweet baby right now."

Something could tell Elpsis that the way he said it wasn't exactly a compliment.


[member="Darth Vitium"],

And then there were all the combatants to evac who were affected by Vitium's dark waves, although the power in a way escaped HK's attention. For one thing his mind wasn't actually affected by it, as it wasn't affected by other mental tricks, after all it was debatable whether he actually perceived emotions like fear. And for another, he couldn't really see the waves themselves through the thick cover of ash and the blinding flash of light that resulted from hypermatter explosion. But the troops around him were affected, mostly from other GA counterparts and the Dominion aligned opposition he faced, but he just chalked it up to battle wariness, his own forces weren't hindered by it too much, after all they were mostly, just like him, droids.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: Capital city, heading for palace

Enemies: [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Seria Ventreme"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Darth Erebos"]

Allies: [member="Adele Adonai"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Seras Rose"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Joza Perl"]

Their work was half done. Several of the dark forces assailing them had been dealt with, but there was much left to do. He picked up the comm to respond to Aela first.

"Aela, it's Jacen. The last vestiges of the storm are still anchored to a person. There is still conflict there. And the dark side. But I think it might be one of our own," he said, referring to Grayson who had fought with the New Jedi Order in the early days. "Can you follow what's left of the storm to him? We need to see this through, with as little blood lost as possible."

The cavalry charge had hardly altered the opinion of the Alliance. At least not on the level of a genuine threat. It was clear the Atrisians would keep throwing their lives away. Certainly the Alliance was in no way surrendering or laying down their own arms.

"Get me whoever is in charge of the Atrisians on the comm. Keep our forces in place but do not advance further. Keep the X-Wings airborne but no more firing."

His offer would be made when he was finally connected. "This is Jacen Voidstalker of the Alliance. There is no need for any more atrisians to lose their lives. Stand down all military forces and let the Jedi go about their business. It's within your power to save any more innocents from dying this day. Only the Force knows how many The volcano and storm have killed already and what havoc the Loktek'k would unleashed if left unchecked. The last of the Dark Side that holds this world in its grip will be removed."

Of course, than included the former One Sith leader stood beside the young king.

 

[Thraxis]

Enemies: Dumbass Medic, [member="HK-36"], [member="Elpsis Elaris"], [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Allies: [member="Seria Ventreme"]​

Loadout: Cruciatus Blades, Executioner Armor, Stun Net, Vambrace, Pistolas​

Thraxis laid down on the ground prone, his body turning over as he watched the flash of light erupt in the sky, even now he had no idea what the fight had been about, he just knew that Desmond better pay up on his end. As he wallowed for a few seconds, his chest pounding a heavy heave as slowly he pulled himself up, forcing himself to a knee as he took witness to the Droid's arrival. "Oh hell no... I got a city to move into..." he muttered softly as he turned around to see a medic already standing behind him, his finger tapping along his arm as he looked down on the decrepit man. His head rolled back as he fell back down to the ground. His body prone as he resigned to the fact of capture. "I still don't even know whats going on..." he groaned as he dragged his body along, grabbing his helmet and twisting it onto his head, letting the fresh air turn stagnant as he laid down.

As he laid there prone he forced his arm over his chest, all the while struggling for control as the Medic insisted on taking the armor off, "Screw you Jackass! You might be able to take me hostage but like hell I am letting you screw with my body voluntarily!" he commanded, the medic trying to move the man's arm out of the way only in turn to be hit with a hard jab into the chest, a splatter of motor oil evacuating the medic as it let loose a light coat of black across his armor. A quiet laughter echoing from his mask as his arm pushed the medic to the side, "Ha! Now you need surgery ya doucebag." he laughed, followed by a moan as he rolled to his side, the joy he got from the medic dissipating into a nothingness as he realized all he had accomplished today, "Damnit... All I got to do was shot someone in the foot and punch a medic in the gut. I'm gonna kill Desmond for this..." he grumbled as he rolled to his side, a snarl developing over his face.

 

[Adas James Malgus]

"I'm afraid that will be a negative Master Jedi." Adas responded, riding down from his steed and gathering beside is Tuk'ata that rode beside him with strength and blood dripping from his maw. "If you wish for peace and an end to blood shed then I agree and comply... we will discuss terms without arms at the steps of My Palace... fire upon my allies and attempt to apprehend any individual without my prior authorization or without being directly engaged and every man, woman and and child in Atrisia will die defending this planet alongside Me"

Static would consume the comlink. Crushed by his hand. He was done talking. The Jar'Kai had been decimated, fighter squadrons destroyed the vast majority of them but now with a clear way to the steps and the fighting his area coming down medical squadrons began to tend to the wounded on both sides... the pain fueled the young lad. Both sides had suffered heavy casualties, both sides had lost too many lives. If the Galactic Alliance wanted peace, they would have their shot, it would be the only alternative to genocide. Atrisia would not surrender. "Keep your lightsaber off Erebos... We are going to have a chat with Jedi about peace.."

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Darth Erebos"]​

 

[Dar'rak]

Location: Outside the Palace
Allies: [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] | [member="Franc Kotrag"] | [member=Deacon] | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member=HK-36] | [member="Bethany Kismet"] | [member=Deacon] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] | [member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"]
@any other Jedi at/near the Palace.
Enemies: [member="Darth Ferox"] | [member='Darth Vitium'] | Sith

Spoiler: Gear

Spoiler: Basic Lightsaber

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

Spoiler: Armor

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

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

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Spoiler: OOC for Darth Ferox

Don't count my whole post out yet lad. Read:

A single press of a button filled the air with another sound of a lightsaber. The dull edge of the metal blade became hot plasma, just as the tail came to knock the weapon away. A small grin replaced the smile as Ferox made his opponent choose whether to cut his own tail off or pull back.

With a hiss and a roar Dar'rak recoiled his tail and moved in to his opponent's side. This time his tail would sweep low in hopes of tripping him.

I had anticipated your saber activation and had posted accordingly without actually controlling your character. I will double-post it to make it clear for other readers. Nice Combo by the way. I can tell this is going to be good.

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Dar'rak was not expecting his opponent's seemingly dull weapon to have a hidden Lightsaber blade. With a hiss and a roar Dar'rak recoiled his tail and moved in to his opponent's side. Feeling the burns from the minor contact with the Sith Weapon as well as the minor force push. He would have to play it a bit more smart but at least he knew he could not have to hold back as his opponent was a skilled warrior himself. Dar'rak managed to keep his balance with the use of his burned tail and moved in fast for a counter attack. This time his tail would sweep low in hopes of tripping him. This was not the young Dragon Jedi's only maneuver however. With his opponent's crimson blade being swung at him, Dar'rak brought his own blade to bare to both counter the warrior's strike and also protect his tail.

Dar'rak had to crouch down to give himself less of a profile to be attacked and provide a better defense. Being larger had it's advantages, but also had it's disadvantages. With his free hand the young Jedi Knight crushed his fingers together and thrust the full weight off his arm towards his opponent's chest before leaping back to readjust his weight. The pain in his tail trying to work its way into his mind.

The sky, indeed, hard darkened when she and her apprentice had approached, though not by the work of nature, and indeed [member="Adas James Malgus"] had described the sensation of an earthquake as his cavalry charged, but it was only the tremor of the planet as it begged the virus that stood upon it to be purged. And Vitium, with the fury of an ancient order at her back, was more than prepared to comply. A sharp inhale, the hot, dusty, air stinging at her nostrils as her red eyes rolled back and the ominous black fog curled around her. Then, at the exact moment that she exhaled, every ounce of that darkness that had been building up was released. Pent up aggression, rage, the torment that she'd fed off of, all were expunged as an incredibly fast-moving wave of dark side energy. A visible, raw, expression of the dark side, these cloud-like waves suffocated the light and drove panic and fear through hearts of Alliance and Dominion forces alike. The Graug, so vulnerable to the dark side of the force, were most certainly the beings she had in mind when she decided on the specific application of sith magic - a clear attempt to cut down the remaining defenses of this palace while also inflicting an equal measure of terror on the Jedi that fought in the streets.

The Young Jedi Knight was not able to see the encroaching storm of Dark side Energy that was upon them due to the ash and soot in the air. Though for some reason he felt a sudden sense of woe wash over him. He tried to push it back as the figure of his opponent suddenly shifted into a shadow of his past. Something that has been haunting him for as long as he could remember. Every time he thought he was rid of the presence it would resurface. Now was not the best time for such distractions but for the Force of him he could not remove it from his mind.

Spoiler: Body Position

1. Dar'rak was forced to recoil his tail in pain while also being force to his opponent's side by the kinetic push.
   (Repost from first for clarification)
2. Crouching down to lower his center of gravity Darth Ferox's chest attack would be closer to Dar'rak's head instead.
3. Blocking the initial attack with his saber in his hand, free hand moves to rupture a rib while tail travels for a leg bone.
4. Force Jump used to create distance so both combatants can readjust for the next volley of attacks.

EDIT: Sorry did not realize our Dark Lady had unleashed her attack yet. Editing that part in.

 

[Ranga Desilijic Boga]

Post 15
Location: Thebeon space
Objective: Avoid net and reach demolition crew
Enemies: [member="Jorus Merrill"] & GA
Allies: The Dominion

Tuuka spotted the net on the radar.

"Ranga, net incoming!"

The ship dodged and swerved around hoping to avoid the bullets. However, the ship wasn't able to dodge the net. In order to complete their new mission they'd have to out speed the net and reach the demolition crew. But the net could result in the loss of men. Ranga had to warn them.

"Zu'Qui, there is now a net on our tail. Be prepared for the impact of this. We could lose men.

"I'll let them know sir!" Zu'Qui said with a serious tone.

Ranga pressed a button and a second wave of missiles launched out towards their pursuer.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Ranga Desilijic Boga"]
THEBEON
ATMOSPHERE

"Fool me thrice," Jorus murmured, and slewed the Gypsmoth hard to port. The missiles slashed past, the triple blasters turned them to fireballs, and shields dropped another five percent. Thirty-five was the total now -- the color indicator called it a sullen orange. He could toss in some power from the engines, but the dropship would gain a lead on him. He could shunt energy from the cannons, which would decrease their recharge time or even nullify their ability to recharge at all. If he did that, he'd get several good shots and a good few weak ones before the cannons bled dry.

With a grimace, he cut power to the cannons. Shields rose to sixty percent, a warm yellow. It would have to be enough.

If he left the uncharged cannons unused, their residual charge would decrease on its own, meaning he wouldn't even get that handful of good full-power shots. He'd just have to make those shots really count.

He stretched out to the Force. He had none of the standard Jedi abilities; what he had, instead, was instinctive navigation. Force-enhanced piloting. His instincts, ideally, would let him snap off a couple of full-power shield-bypassing ion shots while anticipating the dropship's maneuvers. He pulled the trigger twice.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Location: Capital city, heading for palace

Enemies: [member="Darth Mephirium"], [member="Seria Ventreme"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Adas James Malgus"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Darth Erebos"]

Allies: [member="Adele Adonai"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] [member="Seras Rose"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Joza Perl"]

By all accounts the King was an outsider. One who had returned just a day ago. The Atrisian Empire was an old one. Dynasties had lasted so long that Mythos' reign was barely even a change of season. Just a day ago they had questioned his return and now they would die to a man to protect...what exactly? No one was here to remove anyone from a throne. An angry, petulant child making idle threats. The kind of vulnerable youth he was sure the sith would be clambering over one another to influence.

"Spencer, Kana! Watch out for Adele. Gabe. Come with me, I'm going to need your wisdom before the day is done."

Through the war zone he went, picking his way through streets that wouldn't support another cavalry charge. Not if the child planned to get any real distance. Alliances forces would use the time to dig their heels. A cavalry charge was the square root of useless against well armed infantry in a tight urban environment with close air support after all. A romantic notion, one Jacen had no interest in letting a frightened child entertain again.

And so he came to the steps of the palace to see the child king and the serpent who whispered promises of power in his ear. But there was a piece missing. A vital piece of the puzzle.

"Where is Grayson?" Jacen called. "Cyril Grayson. My old friend."