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

[Ranga Desilijic Boga]

(OOC: I'm enjoying this!)
Post 16
Location: Thebeon Space, near Thebeon's atmosphere
Enemies: GA & [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Allies: The Dominion & SCUBA

The shots rang out and approached the Telgorn Dropship at an alarming rate, which none of them were ready for. They struck the ship hard, destroying one of the engines and sending the ship in a downward spiral towards Thebeon. Ranga was thrown from his seat and crashed into Tuuka and Zafar, slamming them into the back wall of the ship. The new mission now was to warn those below of the impending doom that was the ship crashing. Zafar managed to reach the comm link and made the call.

"Mayday mayday, the is SCUBA Demolition specialist Zafar Omlo! We've been hit and are coming down at a fast pace. I advise you to raise any shields that you've got and keep yourselves clear of the city, which is our projected crash zone. As for last words, it was good being with you all while it lasted. Our time is up."

Zafar went and sat down in the chair where his brother sat as the ship continued to free fall. He took up a comfortable position and began to calm himself, he wasn't ready to perish now.

(OOC: any other leaders in the area please be aware of the ship, so you don't lose men.)

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Ranga Desilijic Boga"]
OOC/ Likewise
IC/

The Gypsymoth was, and had been, many things. He'd raised his kid here; he'd fought Sith and Confederacy and Fringe. He and [member="Alna Merrill"] had carved out and charted the bulk of the Mara Corridor using this ship and Alna's equally old freighter. The two greatest Jedi holocrons had spent a couple of years in a toolbox under the pilot's seat. He'd obtained this ship as a teenager, and wasn't that a long time ago now. The ship was him, an extension of his person, like a lightsabre was to a traditional Jedi, maybe more so. This tough little ship had wrecked flotillas and carved paths through raider fleets. It had been modified endlessly, rebuilt from scratch twice after extensive damage, shot down at the Battle of Teta, split open by a Dark Master, scorched by Nightsister spells. This ship had traveled to three of the companion galaxies, gone into intergalactic space, waged one-man wars, created small governments, led invasions, saved Grandmasters and Chancellors in their most desperate hour. It had guns that could cripple capital ships right through their shields; it had a hibridium cloak and a periscope and Connor nets; it could go point-five past lightspeed, point-two with Jorus at the controls.

It did not, however, have a tractor beam.

He began diverting power to engines from any number of systems. Weapons. Life support. Hyperdrive. Cloak. Comms. Repulsors. Shields. The flying brick of a '929 surged ahead and dropped to the Telgorn dropship's level. With Jorus' unerring instincts at the controls, impact was basically assured. The goal was run into the dropship in midair, altering its trajectory so that both vessels would crash outside the city.

"Sorry," he said to the ship that had been his entire life, and though the one-word apology wasn't enough, he bolted for the bridge escape pod.

 

[Ranga Desilijic Boga]

OOC: I didn't know you were going down, this encounter has gone tragic
Post 17
Location: Thebeon, crashing down
Enemies: [member="Jorus Merrill"] & GA
Allies: The Dominion
(OOC: I'm making a similar post to your one before this)

The Telgorn Ship had endured many encounters, including a smuggling run and now this battle. Although the Telgorn had many things that beat the Gypsymoth, it did not have escape pods. This was a flaw on the ship caused by a failed smuggling run, which the load was expelled via the escape pods. The impending doom now had been caused by the sheer bad luck that came wit being a mercenary band. The continued to crash, with Zafar still meditating and the others unconscious now in the back.

(sorry for the rushed post, the next posts will be better. Thanks for being so nice, you have a lot of skill roleplaying!)

 

[Darth Imperia]

Well, a lot certainly happened in a short span of time.

One minute the Sithling is having her very life force sucked from her body.

The next, a masked Dark Sider had her foe writhing on the ground in pain, casually waving aside the powers that had so vexed her just seconds before.

And then came the mysterious figure's offer.

The Acolyte looked down at [member="Tony Ro'samo"], the pathetic piece of bantha excrement that had very nearly defeated her. And then she looked back up at [member="Soeht"], who had so easily defeated the former.

It wasn't a hard choice to make.

"Kark yes, I do."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Ranga Desilijic Boga"]

THEBEON
CRASHING

The escape pod needed more than a big red button to launch. He was still clawing at the controls when, through the hatch viewport, he saw the Telgorn dropship swell to fill the cockpit's canopy. The impact unfolded as if in slow motion, stop motion even, a frame per moment of conscious thought. The cockpit crumpled like a tin can.

He found the sequence and the escape pod blasted straight up, flattening him against the deck before the crappy inertial dampeners kicked in. He rolled over to the ventral viewport. Below him, the broken Gypsymoth had melded with the spiralling dropship. The old freighter's engines still burned, forcing the united ships past the edge of the city.

The dropship's crew, at a guess, would survive the impact with the ground. Telgorns had good inertial dampeners, if he remembered correctly, and their altitude wasn't egregious. The ship, however, would probably be as much of a write-off as the Gypsymoth. He pulled himself up and sat by the viewport in the floor, just watching the two ships fall away below.

 

[Iliana Kahoshi]

Would all of Atrisia die for one whom served the Force?

This was unlikely.

Since the days of the Four Hundred year darkness, Atrisia had long served Emperors and the House of Kahoshi; a house that held no love for those who would use such mystic arts as that of the Force. When the plague started the Imperial Moff of Atrisa, Moff Lee, had sealed the planet from the outside Galaxy, to the point of ordering any incoming ships to be destroyed before they could land regardless of whose they were. To accomplish this he ordered the Atrisian Sector Defense Taskforce lead by the warshipRancor to remain in orbit. Then for the three hundred years of the plague and most of the remaining century the planet remained sealed off. During this time the system of the Galactic Empire remained intact, and they continued to consider themselves citizens of the Empire despite being only a single planet with no outside contact.

Over the years the planet Atrisia, or as it was often known Kitel Phard, was forgotten and disappeared from maps throughout the Galaxy. A series of Moffs would rule the planet, with the newest in the chain being a man named Zin Shu.

Once it was safe to leave their planet without fear of infection, they began to bring nearby planets under their influence. Most of these worlds were poor and had been effected heavily by the plague, but they provided Atrisia with materials it needed to support the Atrisian Navy which was much larger than what a single planet could normally support. As Atrisia pushed into nearby territories and fought of pirates and other intruders, they watched the other greater powers expanding exponentially.

To prevent Atrisia from being overrun and conquered Moff Shu decided to seek out an alliance, so he sent Vice-Admiral Akio Kahoshi to seek protectorate status under the Republic. The admiral met with Chancellor Saelari, and in exchange for trade agreements and a military alliance, a treaty was signed.

However with the Republic's rapid expansion, Atrisia must decide whether the treaty is really in their best interests. Eventually, Admiral Kahoshi saw that the growing Empire needed a stronger leader than the cowardly Moff. Having already become the head of state in many of the citizen's minds, it was both obvious and natural that the leader must be the Vice Admiral. In a coup assisted by then Chief Inquisitor Mirien Valdier, Akio declared himself Emperor.

Expanding outwards they encountered the mysterious Klaxxi species, saving Csilla in the process. The Chiss Ascendancy joined under the Emperor as a self-governing sector, and the Empire grew stronger. Soon after it was decided that the time had finally come to shed the shroud of the Atrisian Empire, and once more become the Galactic Empire. Now Emperor Kahoshi supported by Grand Inquisitor Valdier seek to bring Order to a Galaxy in Chaos.

It had generations of service to the line of Emperor's since the time of the Lord of the Fringe. From the Ithor Conference, to the spreading of business with the CIS, to the constant work of the Inquisition. From the spread of Atrisian rule to Csilla, Korbin, even the merger of the Empire into Lords of the Fringe assembly, Emperor Kahoshi had ruled over this planet and her people in a manner that bespoke of tradition. Tradition that Iliana Kahoshi had been happy to let bleed aside as long as the Reki activities continued as expected.

When the One Sith came, it was tolerable. Yet generations of serving under the Emperor's care did not mean that an entire planet would fall sway so easily to a False King. Those whispers would reach the ear of Iliana. And she, more than anyone, knew that not all Atrisians were willing to die for one who had neither been born of Atrisia or truly knew the meaning of tradition.

Those who were faithful to the true Empire would find that those natives knew rebellion in their hearts; perhaps, in the wretched events that transpired, will find a new era awaiting.

From the comfort of the Imperial Tower, there would be the base of this operation. Newer than the Imperial Palace, the Imperial Tower was built after the Galactic Empire took control of the planet. It acts as both the nerve center for the entire Galactic Empire government as well as the hub for the Atrisian sector and Atrisia itself. All branches of the military have their headquarters here, though the Imperial Intelligence Bureau and Internal Security Bureau have their main locations hidden elsewhere.

Below the massive structure are underground bunkers with command and control for every military asset in the system. Protected from orbital bombardment, these bunkers keep the government safe and allow them to better organize any defense of the system. The tower itself is built of dense durosteel, making it extremely difficult to destroy by conventional means, and leaving attackers forced to fight their way inside.

There, a single call would be made as the storms churned. A call striving to connect with the other outlying Reki Families that would say enough is enough.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Location: Atrisia, Outskirts of Jar'Kai.
Allies: GA | [member="Joza Perl"], [member="Symara Tarriq"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Seria Ventreme"], [member="Adele Adonai"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
Enemies: Sith | [member="Desmond C'artyom"]


His shot hit home, to his own surprise, but that surprise quickly turned to gritted teeth and determination.

"Oh, you karking ain't." The SIS agent managed to get out, while his legs pushed themselves off the floor of the roof and he found himself jumping once again. It seemed to be the day for theatrics and acts of heroics, Elliot didn't like it, but there wasn't much he could bring in once his body was flying through the air.

It was a healthy dose of luck and instincts that allowed him to grasp one of Desmond's arms, before he was completely out of reach.

"Fether, you will die when I very well say so." The words sizzling out from between clenched teeth, as he tried his best to pull the Chiss up and get him over the roof's balustrade. Most of his own body was pressing against the wall hard, his shoulder felt close to popping and dislocating, for one moment he surely felt Desmond slip.

And later, surrounded by his colleagues and with a healthy amount of alcohol in him, he'd repeat it: I have no idea how I managed it, felt the karker slip right through my hands and suddenly he was next to me. Unconscious, but not flat like a pancake. Guess I was just lucky, huh? Or him at least.

That would draw a few laughs.

But right now all that was drawn was a signal to intel to get him some evac for this blue fella. A bunch of droids, courtesy of [member="HK-36"], followed by a few SIS operators inserted into the field to escort the Chiss out.

"Naw, I still got a job to do. Take him and godspeed." He waved away the offers of assistance and started walking again.

There still was an armory to infiltrate.

 

[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

The Sith blocked the weak lightning easily. Tony's thoughts became hazy. What do I do. I'm going to die.. He stared angrily at the girl and lord before him. The girl was his. The fight had been won, now it slipped right out of his pale fingers. The loss of blood began to take its toll. The wind whipped around Tony's body and ash began to cover his form. It sealed his wound slightly, but his head had become light. He fell unconscious where he lay, seemingly dead.

[member="Mala Arar"], [member="Soeht"]

 

[Ranga Desilijic Boga]

(OOC: Sorry for the long wait.)

Post 18
Location: Thebeon
Objective: Live
[member="Jorus Merrill"]

Zafar at this point had completely zoned out and forgot that they were reaching their untimely deaths. Ranga and Tuuka were still unconscious as well, rendering their chance of escape ever more gone than not having escape pods. Zafar got up and pulled himself over to the crumpled bodies, they weren't gonna die. He strapped them up into two big seats and then resumed his activities meditating, this time he too was strapped into a chair. A voice called out to him in his mind as he met spiritual peace.

"It'll be alright, just breathe. Don't be sad because this might be the end. Appreciate the time you had in this galaxy. What you did."

Zafar smiled as the ship rapidly approached the ground.

 

[Riimaurus]

Location: Thracior
Post: 4
Allies: The Galactic Alliance
Enemies: The Sith
Objective: Diplomatic Talks / Meet the Tantt's Warlord

“Thank you for having us, Warlord.” Said the Galactic Alliance Diplomat as he entered the room of the Lord of the Tantt clan. “I have to say that I was surprised with your visit, Diplomat. And I’m way more curious for the reason.” Riimaurus chuckled. “I have to say that is for really good reason.” Then Riimaurus proceeded to explain the whole situation at Atrisia, why they needed humanitarian aid from Thracior and how the GA could help the population of Thracior.

“I don’t see a reason to not help. The Galactic Alliance can count with Tantt to help in this humanitarian crisis.” Said affirmatively the Warlord. “Thank you for accept this agreement. The GA will eternally thankful for your help.” Riimaurus left the room and received a status update on his datapad from the Ambassador notifying that the search for survivors has begun. He felt relief when realized that his work was almost done, now he just needed to communicate with the Warlord of the Hnsi that is all set. The Chiss along with his crew once more drove their speeders back to the small village to finish his assignment.

Once more on the Village’s Commander room Riimaurus, his Counselor and the small group of troopers that came along with them were waiting to find the Warlord there but they were surprised by a room filled with guards aiming blasters at them. The Diplomat raised his hand and watched his crew do the same. “What is this, Commander? Did you just ambushed us?” Asked the astonished Chiss. “Sorry, Diplomat but I can’t let the GA ally with the Hnsi an Tantt. Do you know what would happen to us when all this end? When those two will strong than ever with the technology that you all will bring to them? They will kill themselves but not before obliterating us first.” The Commander spitted his words with rage while walked around the room. Riimaurus found a breach and started to talk hoping to turn the situation in his favor. “Listen, they will not start a war and the GA will never leave this planet. We have Jedi on our side and with them we can protect your people. All you have to do is let us go.” Said the Diplomat calmly. “LIAR! The Galactic Alliance never cared to this planet. They just care now because they want to pose as good guys protecting the poor and the needy, but once they do that they will let this planet burn to ashes. They never cared and never will care. YOU don’t care!” The man was angry and wasn’t thinking about the consequences of his acts. “Ok, so you kill me, the Alliance sends not just a Diplomat but an investigation team and then they find out that you killed a Diplomat on a peaceful mission. What do you think that will happen to you? Or let’s say the Alliance really doesn’t really care and they don’t send anyone and eventually the war between the major clans comes to a point that none of them care to you or this village and the only thing separating them from each other is this little village. With or without the Alliance technology they will obliterate you eventually. The only possible future where this doesn’t happen is the one with the GA in this planet.” The Chiss took a deep breath. “So, kill me or at least try if you succeed you may live for another day, but for how long?” The Commander looked like has come to his senses. He made a sign with his hand and the guards lowered his weapons. “I will let you go but is better for to keep your promise or I will chase you to the outer rim, if necessary and I swear I will kill you. Open the door, let them go.” The door behind them opened. “Ok, thank you for not kill me, but where are the Warlord?” The commander sighed. “He left. At this time, he must’ve arrived at his place.”

After Riimaurus spoke with the Hnsi’s Warlord once more and closed the agreement with Hnsi clan. He and his crew were good to go, but not without send a message to the Ambassador [member="Arieth zh'Vranthi"] telling the good news and asking if he was needed somewhere else or if he should wait at Thracior.

 

[Shaddi]

As the cease fire sounded Erebos gripped the barrel of an overeager soldier of Atrisia before the young man accidentaly caused the cease fre to end. "Don't, I watched Mythos build atrisia up to glory and I will not see it squandered by momentary stupidity when this world and it's people can be saved." He said in so cold a tone that the young man looked at Erebos with slight horror in his eyes as if imagining what Erebos would do to him if he disobeyed.
With something akin to relief that he could keep the promise to his mother as he looked towards [member="Adas James Malgus"] and then nodded to follow him to the steps of the palace to meet [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]. "Do not let anything slip Adas. The jedi might be those that follow peace but the GA has twisted them into something they should never have been. You must be careful and remember that before me, you must think of Atrisia and your mother first and foremost." He said to the boy as they approached Jacen's location.

With a courteous bow to Jacen as a sign of respect from Shawken's customs, with one hand against the small of his back, holding his Telsword there in a manner that would make retaliating hard with the other over his stomach as he then slowly raised himself up. Darth Erebos was in his death throes, the dark side no longer flowed through him, instead there was neither side to take it's place simply neutrality within the force equal parts dark and light. "It's a pleasure to meet you once more Voidstalker, shame it's under these dreadful circumstances. Tell me what prompted the GA to attack Atrisia? The lords arrayed here were simply speaking of a trade agreement between their worlds and you invade without the slightest provocation? Hmpf... for keepers of the peace you jedi sure have become warmongering under GA's influence."
Erebos's tone was one of grief stricken outrage and barely contained fury, for what they did to his friend and his world, taking a father away from his son and wife the way they did. Erebos could barely keep himself in check from rushing to Jacen's side and beat the man within an inch of his life before moving on to his superiors. However he had to contain himself, not just for this peace to take place but for Adas and it was something expected of leaders.

 

[Joza Perl]

Capital City, Heading towards palace
Gear: 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="Adele Adonai"], [member="Jacen Voidstalker"], [member=Elliot Locke], GA and allies
Enemies: [member="Darth Lykos"], [member="Seria Ventreme"], [member=Thraxis], [member="Desmond C'artyom"], Sith and allies

With the adrenaline pulsing through her, stopping seemed wrong. In Joza’s mind, Sith did not simply surrender without an alternative motive and she was skeptical of Voidstalker’s order. Ever wary, her eyes fell to Seria as she rushed towards Elpsis again with the intent of fighting on. She had to hand to the Anzat—she certainly had a warrior’s spirit, but unless she was truly suicidal her actions seemed foolish. Before the Zeltron could make a move of her new friend’s behalf, HK-36 intervened and Joza exhaled the breath she wasn’t aware she was holding. A sudden feeling of dread hit her like an ocean’s wave and her gut twisted, unsure of why she was feeling this way. Were their dark forces at work? Was something wrong with Alan, her son? But like an ocean’s wave, the sensation began to recede as quickly as it broke against her.

Turning, her gaze spread out onto the battlefield as she surveyed what remained of the Sith forces alongside their own. Somewhere in the scuffle, many of the Sith Lords who’d been fighting to protect their interests on Atrisia seemed to have disappeared, leaving their soldiers or hired help to fight their battle for them. Strange. Did they no longer thing this place was worth fighting for? She frowned, reminding herself that the space monster and Force storm didn’t exactly speak to the Sith interest in Atrisian lives.

She spied Thraxis, the Zeltron man who’d shot at Jacen and the pyromancer seemingly get into a scuffle with a medical droid which made her smile a little, albeit sadly. Her gaze moved across the field until it rested on the Chiss man again—this time accompanied by what appeared to be a soldier summoning an evac team for the unconscious sniper. Clearing her throat, she called out to him. “Hey,” Her voice rasped, and she cleared her throat again, harder, as she approached. “Hey,” Jogging a bit to catch up with Elliot, she tried to get his attention. “Thanks.” She gestured towards Desmond, a bit unsure of how to phrase the next part. “For that. I, uh. I owe you.” For a moment, she wanted to say that she’d of let the Chiss fall, but perhaps that wasn't entirely appropriate.

 

[HK-36]

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


HK was supposedly still dealing with the two ladies as [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] and [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] walked off, the machine would call out after them,

"Oh, yeah, no, there is a being literally few meters away from you that lived for longer than the lifetimes of everyone here combined ten times over, but surely I cannot provide you with any knowledge useful on this matter. It is not like I have- I have my own planet I successfully ran for years now and lead cooperation between organics and machines to degree never seen before, but hey it is not like I make my domain literally two planets over, know this sector and its history very well, and the Jedi have never caused any escalations in conflict since- for example- this morning! Brought in my own army as reinforcements, organized an allied reinforcement effort from other major powers, evacuating the wounded, and not even a 'Hey, HK, thanks for being here, I love you, come with me at least watch me make a kid surrender and probably cry!'"

The droid shook his head as he looked to Elpy and Sery,

"Their order never changes."

It would be pretty clear that the droid had some apprehension towards the Jedi Order, although he preferred to work with them rather than serve a Sith, plus he was a very vein creature, he enjoyed being praised and his efforts recognized, perhaps even more than organics did, that's why he enjoyed bringing in reinforcements so much, everyone was glad to see reinforcements, even if they appeared at the very end of the battle and haven't done much.


[member="Thraxis"],

As Thraxis managed to get the droid medic off of him, the unit stumbled, it was about to chase after him with the two drones helping it out but HK gestured for it to stay back, calling out to it,

"Let him go, if he wishes to bleed out to death it is up to him! Besides, if we do not actually have to him, well that is a pretty substantial bonus."

And so the medic would turn back to deal with the other survivors and those still reeling from [member="Darth Vitium"]'s dark waves of edgy despair, and Thraxis was free to run and frolic wherever he wished to on the ruined husk of a planet.


[member="Elliot Locke"],

The droid medic would take [member="Desmond C'artyom"], taking him to the other medical units so he can get patched up, the machine would nod in farewell, wishing him,

"Droidspeed."

Which in the droids' view was one step above godspeed as the man set off into the ash clouds to continue on his next adventure.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: Capital City
Allies (Nearby): [member="Seria Ventreme"]
Enemies (Nearby):[member="HK-36"] | [member="Adele Adonai"]
Neutral (Nearby): [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Rapax"] | [member="Break"]
Objective: Survive


"One's focus does indeed determine their personal reality, and yet, reality itself is malleable, crafted and shaped to the whims of those with strength whereas those without such fortitude are forced to bow to the words and truths crafted by those above them. But, I have no wish to debate what truly forms reality and I promised and answer. My focus... strength. Strength so as to form my reality, to shape it myself and not have it shaped by the words of others. Strength so as to guard and protect kin-of-blood and kin-not-of-blood. Strength to strike silently and swiftly at those who are my targets. Strength so as to strive ever forwards, ever closer to the illusion of perfection so as to prevent stagnation." As he was projecting these words to A'dele, he was gathering more and more of the Dark to his control underneath the Force Cloak. "You ask my focus? My focus is strength. Tell me, then, my dear," a small smirk would form across his lips, "what secrets have I supposedly enlightened you with?"

Still smirking slightly at A'dele, the twist of lips done so out of humour, Xavka's attention was pulled aside to the form of the Acolyte he had spotted earlier, running scenarios through his mind on how he could assist, for even if he was Sith, he recognised that a new input was required in preventing them from being wiped out not by the Jedi but by having no one else left to become a member of the Dark. However, his thoughts were soon broken as body body after body of the deploying droid army set down near by. Closing his eye in thought, Xavka sighed as he recognised the truth of the situation. It did not matter what he did now, it would be best for him to surrender and make his escape then. The barrier he had erected was no where near as good as his fellow Iridonian's and would have fallen quickly under an assault of blaster fire and if he were to try and flee, then a simple cover of blaster fire was sure to either hit him or reveal his location.

It was just as he was about to surrender, that a wave of Dark horror washed over him, and before he could utter a word, the memories returned, flooding over his mind. His focus over the gathering power was dispelled as the thoughts and scenes long since suppressed surged over his mind's eye. The burning, oh the burning as branding irons were pushed into skin, the smell of burnt flesh stinging at his nose as the shackles dug into his wrists from where he hung. The horror that had come over him upon realising that the last lash of the whip had robbed him of sight in his right eye. The pain as whip of metal carved out chunks of muscles from his side. The sound of jeering crowds as the collar around his neck shocked him again and again every time he refused to fight for the entertainment of his Hutt Master.

Wave after wave of torturous memory ravaged his mind as the barrier around him shattered into nothingness and his head dropped down onto his chest. However, the effect soon passed and he regained his awareness, the shock of the situation robbing him of his strength. Sighing as the shaking in his muscles would slowly subside, he would raise his head to stare at A'dele once more and once more his voice would echo within her mind. "I, Xavka Duquo of Clan Rakama, officially surrender myself into your custody and your custody alone." In addition to his words, Xavka would removed the sheath containing his sabre from his hip and slide it across the ash covered ground to rest at the edge of the orange barrier.



OOC Note: Sorry about this not being the best of posts. I struggled to write this for some reason.

 

[Reverance]

Location: Atrisia, Palace of Jar'kai
Objective: To show the way
Nearby: [member="Darth Mephirium"] | [member="Alecandria"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Bethany Kismet"]

"Will you not sleep? You can't persist like this forever."

The bald figure, standing above the man crowned in chitin, looked on with a tired gaze. The machines thumped and wheezed, diagrams indicating a steady heart rate. The little plastic machine spit a long and distinct list of prognosis, ailments that seemed to point to a serious diagnosis. One likely cured by a single act, not always happily taken.

"Is the dominion of the One Sith truly that important to you?"
"No."

The doctor stood guffawed, jaw dropping mockingly as he looked upon the man. Haggard in expression, a pool of dark lavender beneath his eye, and a vacant gaze. Dr. Neist shook his head and approached another set of machines. The realm around them was cavernous and metallic, the distant thump of Vong conquest ever present in the rumblings of the Vong Shaped Selvaris.

"I assume you won't tell me."
"I have not seen her in far too long."
"Is that what this is about?"

The doctor had seen obsession in patients before, particularly those who had been condemned to his unruly experiments. Often, it was easiest for acquisition, as those condemned for asylum were easily bartered. But this, it seemed something entirely different.

"You must sleep."
"I seek out this eternal quest with a certain fervor...and I will not settle for half measures."

The wrath stood from his chair, yanking the cords and devices loose, much to the dismay of the doctor. "Find me something or I will seek out assistance from somewhere else."
"Surely not Kranos!"

The Sith laughed as he entered the lift, heading back towards the surface of the planet.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_ya-nIVV9I​

The menace of the saber's presence poured out through its own volition, smacking hard against courtyard roofing, dinged and scarred flooring, and the shield erected just in time to encapsulate his prey. Eye, once wide open, nearly sealed into a slit as he looked upon the barrels of rifles, anchored and fixed in his direction. The first few blasts slapped against the chitin of his armor, sending the grey color into a reddened amber glow. Like steaming crab in an open pot.

Without a single response to the pain, beyond the nearly concealed aspect of elation, the darkened aura of the force shuttered around him. A lens, dyed in blood and soaked in tar, intercepted the array of blasters rushing towards him. Each blast sent a ripple across the surface, only to meet the ripples of another impact. Rain against an ocean covered in oil and fire, the whip lashing of the saber ceased as it was contained by the force barrier directly flowing from the Sith Lord. As if two worlds raced against one another to vanquish their foe. Crawling back into the saber, for the time being, Reverance seemed to contain the mania once more. Until he felt a sluggishness come over him...

He blinked slowly, stepping forward with one heavy lumber. And then another. Energy, despite all that was occurring, was sapping from the very fiber of his being. But as much as he was blind to half the world, the visage upon his palm more than made up for it. The tethers, every variable and moving as if through slow water, were now tracing from him to her. He felt the cool of her presence, that ever infuriating sense of peace and ease. He clenched his jaw, anger boiling over for the continued insult. The saber's hunger grew, drawing ambient energy into the hilt, emboldening the tenacity of the ignited beam. What coolness was wrought with such a power was only intensified as the aura around the Sith Lord followed suit.

The servos within his body kicked into gear in response to the fatigue. The charge of the stamina, the adrenaline, was compounded by the ability of the blade. To pass beyond the threshold of life and death, to teeter at the very edge without ever knowing the steps that would lead to it. Spinning the Chom-Huun into a reverse grip, he did the only thing that made sense. Just beneath the breastplate of the chitin armor, he dragged the blade against the armorweave with slow precision. Cutting shallow against his abdomen, the response of pain would sharpen his perception and his existence in this very moment. The Vonduun nearly tripped over itself to find the wound, growing innards sliding down from the chitin to feed on the lifesource. The armorweave, now no longer properly sealed, peeled over in response to the attaching enthusiasm of the armor. Like nails and glass and salt in the wound. The force worked in mysterious ways but with all the powers at his disposal, physical and otherwise, he would not fall victim to this slumber. This slow, painless death.

Just then, the protector dropped his force barrier and withdrew from the combat. And the Sith Lord would take advantage of the opportunity. Without notice, he moved forward within his barrier. The force, already a cloud of amalgamated negative energies, would heighten as the barrier dropped. As it blinked, a massive force blast would come bowling through, aimed directly at the Jedi and those who were unfortunate enough to find themselves near her.

 

[Thraxis]

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

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

With a huddle and a crawl he raised himself, looking towards the droids act of mercy, an uncommon thing to see on the battlefield. For the first time, he felt an iota of respect for an enemy, he looked himself up and down, he still had no intention of surrendering but had something better in mind. Slowly he drew along, his feet dragged along the ground as he opened up a comm link, "Gammorean... Get me a ship off this place.... I gotta get moving into my city. And I want to get started on that now." he groaned in agony as he peeled along, turning towards HK-36 with a stare.

"HK... Remember how ya wanted to cash in on that bounty..." he moaned, looking him up and down as his step paused to clarify the situation. "In around six months time I should be fully fixed up and Dar'manda should be ready as well. I want you to meet me there and we can settle it all." sincerity filling his voice as he turned, he didn't take the time to listen to a response, if he arrived in six months time then he cared. If he didn't then he had better things to do then worry about some poultry bounty.

 

[Soeht]

The Second Candidate​

The offer was accepted.

Soeht twisted his outstretched hand. Lightning sprung from his fingertips and raced toward [member="Mala Arar"]. Rather than pain, an invigorating strength would flow through the arcs to the Acolyte. A rewiring of her system, in a way.

The Empowerment would augment Mala’s ability. Yet just as with Adas, she would have to grow on her own to tap into its full potential.

In addition to this, Mala would instinctively know that she could willingly and temporarily surrender herself to Soeht’s power and have it control her actions for her own survival and benefit (with an @Mention).

While the Ritual took some time, [member="Tony Ro'samo"] being unconscious made it effortless. The stream of lightning from Soeht ended.

Mala was now one of the Empowered.

 

[Darth Imperia]

Power, raw and beautiful, spilled from [member="Soeht"]'s palm and raced towards the Acolyte

She felt her presence in the Force grow, twist and warp itself - becoming not only larger, but darker and more alien. The lightning dancing across the burnt husk of her right arm slowly changed, shifting from its icy blue coloration to a deep, angry crimson. But that wasn't all - the arcs of light grew calmer, smoother and less chaotic. The Apprentice could feel it, too. It was as if the Dark Side itself had become less hostile towards her - as if her symbiosis with the Darkness had stepped just a bit closer to totality. How was it that Vitium had described it? The Sith fed upon the Dark Side, and the Dark Side fed upon the Sith.

The Apprentice looked down at the foe at her feet, and a thought occurred to her. Using her newly improved, if still not utterly impressive, skill in Telekinesis, the Acolyte relieved Tony Ro'samo of his blaster rifle.

"A limb for a limb," began the Sithling, as she took aim with what was now her rifle. "I will return to you, one day. And when that day comes, I will collect the rest of the debt owed to me."

And fired a single shot, aimed for his kneecap.

 

[Faith Organa]

Location: City of Shiso
Allies: [member="Aeron Kreelan"] |[member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] |
Enemies: The Sith

Even though the streets were empty Faith could feel eyes on them, it was a market day and the streets were nothing more than dust. The small group that walked with them began coughing, Faith took off her rebreather and handed it to the man. "We can share for a bit." The old man nodded his thanks and slipped it on. The first breath burned and took her breath away as she gasped Captain Lindsey came to her side immediately offering his mask.

Faith sucked in the air. She looked at the group, "How are you breathing that in?" "Very slowly" He was a comedian too. But really how could they stand being out in this ash filled environment breathing in all the soot, they need more rebreathers. Faith's team consisted of Captain Lindsey, a squad of royal guard, and her assistant Ana were gathering information. Ana had been handing out hydration tablets they needed water too.

"Ana, go back to the ship, see if you can raise the Alliance contacts." Faith was sending her aide back to protect her. Ever since Rebekah's murder she couldn't bear the thought of being responsible for another of her aide's death. Ana stopped in her tracks so hard little puffs of dust rose up, "no, I can do this"

Defiance, everyone was into defiance today. Faith groaned, "ok"

Faith had a communications device, she turned the location beacon on. That would hopefully draw someone to them.

"A CEASE FIRE HAS BEEN CALLED FOR" a voice called from behind them, cease fire that didn't mean peace, that only meant they were shooting at each other right now.

The man beside her turned, "This way Togashi-san" Faith followed him he was going into the tram tunnels, "I thought the city had bunkers"

"Jar'kai has bunkers, not Shiso." the sight that met Faith and her team was unbelieveable they were packed like a small can of fish one upon the others, the dead were laid out on the tracks, the injured on the platforms wherever space could be found, and the living stared at them. Women pulled their children protectively to them, while men stood up ready to take them on.

"We aren't here to fight." Where to start, "There are ships to take you off Atrisia to Inysh." Several women breathed great sighs of relief.

"What becomes of our homes?" Yes they would want to know that, "When the war has stopped we will look at Atrisia to see what it takes to restore her most of the damage is around Jar'Kai. This damage this far out is from the Volcano monster, and the air will clear it will take time."

Faith worried about the children the most, their small lungs they wouldn't last very long, or they'd suffer terrible damage. Faith noticed that everyone had begun to share the rebreathers. Her own lungs were still burning, she took hers off and handed it to a woman sitting with a little girl with dark eyes. She smiled grateful.

Faith headed back to the surface, instantly coughing. //message to Galactic Alliance Evacuation teams, we need ****COUGH COUGH*** transports and rebreathers in the city of Shiso. *COUGH COUGHHH** Women and small children....need.. ..water.....//end *COUGHHG COUGHHHHHH . Someone took Faith's arm and lead her back towards the Tram station.

Sitting still she looked at Captain Lindsey, her voice growing raspy, "We need to locate other survivors."

"Togashi-san, everyone will be in the tram stations except the elderly who could not leave their homes." Faith looked up the elder who wanted to fight when they arrived, seemed to have calmed greatly, "Thank you." Captain Lindsey nodded, "We can go now."

Faith shook her head, "No, we have to make sure the Alliance is on their way for these people first." Faith walked over with the medpak kit they brought from the ship and began using the first aid skills she learned long ago. Ana had another and began working in another area, all while the guards and the Captain made sure they were all safe.

Captain Lindsey always near Faith looked over watching her knew her mind would be on other things, "mam. Any word from the Knight Errant?"

Faith didn't look up she kept working and smiling trying not to show worry, or fear. "No. he's probably in middle of a fight he'll call when he can." cough coughh..

One of the guards turned and ran up the stairs, within seconds he was back whispering to Captain Lindsey. Who nodded to Faith and then both disappeared up the stairs..Did they see the Alliance coming? There was a terrible rumbling sound coming from the tunnel, what's that?

 

[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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This time there was little for the Zabrak to do about the tail. The Force warned him, but he had committed to his attack, throwing strength and weight in a way that could not be taken back. Yet as the scaly appendage came his way he lifted up one left to let it swing under. It was his left leg raised just enough to let the tail go under and smack into the metal right. He could not feel that one after all, and it allowed more balance than if it had hit the flesh.

But with one leg up in the air he could once again do little to counter the open palm slamming into his chest. With a growl on his lips he stumbled back into the crater of his crashed ship. But he held onto his blade and kept his guard up, knowing full well that a stumble was an opportunity for attack. For now he would remain defensive.

Yet even as he kept his blade up and continued to keep his eyes on his opponent, dread seeped into the back of his mind. Anger, hate. Fear. Blue eyes began to turn red as if the Sith openly channeled the dark, yet he wasn't. Something was very wrong.