The Red Tide Rises ( Galactic Alliance Dominion of Keres I )

[Allyson Locke]

Allyson could feel that something wasn’t right with Kaili and it didn’t take the fact that the walk she was doing seemed like a struggle. Reaching into one of her pouches, she felt around to make sure that there were stim shots, just in case Kaili got the point she couldn’t continue. For now, she would let the girl keep her pride and continue to push forward acting as if nothing was wrong. Allyson wrinkled her nose at the thought, there were several things wrong - they hadn’t left the last time they were together on the best of terms. Because of that, Owen...poor poor Owen, who was usually Allyson’s training partner (not by his choice obviously) got the brunt of the her frustrations.

Grumbling under her breath, Allyson made a snide comment at Kaili, “You always want everything…” Sighing softly, Allyson didn’t continue the thought and decided to poke some where else. She decided to poke another conversation - one that had caused the fight they had previously pertaining to a certain young woman.

The jealousy is strong with these two…

“So when did you get back from seeing Mara?” There was a tone following the question as Allyson took a few steps to catch up to Kaili. She did her best to ignore the limp until Kaili requested assistance. “You didn’t tell me when you got back, so how did it go?” [member="Kaili Talith"]

 

[Kahne Porte]

Location-Keres I-Somewhere
Objective-Seek The Truth/Stay Alive
Allies-Galactic Alliance
{4}

"Here they come..." Kahne muttered under his breath as he brandished the lightsaber hilt and the green blade came to life, as the sound of flesh pounding against the ear was made more and more audible as they approached. "You better find some cover my friend." The Jedi spoke clearly to the droid, but the sounds coming from the Astro droid just made Kahne shout. "Now!" The Jedi's stern and command was enough to send the droid into hiding

The sounds and snarls coming from the spawn made Kahne take a step back as he raised his blade ready for combat. The first one threw itself towards him, the Jedi rolled to his side quickly bringing the blade up and through the creature essentially cutting it in half, and while that was one day, there were still several more.

The Jedi would be utilizing everything that he had to combat these creatures waiting, for the opening as he rolled and jumped, slashing his blade towards them taking his shots as he could. Not wanting to put himself into a position to were he was completely surrounded. That could have been a very bad thing. Granted he was already in a position that could spell doom for him. Fighter shot down, no contact with anyone, and the Sith Spawn were relentless. Things seemed to be getting worse.

Yet, he had the force and strong ally it was.

 

[Varien Moxla]

[14]

The Kiffar found himself shrugging plenty that day.

She could be a downer if she wanted.

Not depressing, he thought sarcastically. Not one bit.

He couldn't understand why she couldn't find the humour in his words. He may have believed them to some degree, but they were primarily for her benefit. To help get her mind off of the wound that was afflicting her.

Suppose she didn't want that.

Rising up to his feet, he crossed his arms over his chest as he heard [member="Devyn Lynton"] over the comms. He walked clear of all the corpses of the Sithspawn. Mainly because he half expected them all to come back to life and grab his leg or something, and less so because he wanted their evacuation ship to have a clear landing spot. One that wasn't covered in bodies. Whether living or dead.

His only response to [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]'s mention of hoping the others were okay was a grunt.

 

[Kaili Talith]

Eyes rolled. It was this conversation again; the one that Allyson insisted on having whenever she had the chance as if she wanted to fault Kaili for caring about someone other than her. She saw through the thinly veiled trap without uttering a word. Her feet shuffled against the cold rock floor to try and phase it out, yet before long she found herself faced with a position where if she didn’t have any choice but to answer.

“You know when I came back, I did tell you.” Kaili almost groaned. “It went well. We talked about things, Micah was there, I went home again. Nothing happened, and nothing ever will happen.”

“At least nothing like that. She is like a damn sister to me and you know this.” The tone of Kaili’s voice had lowered. She wasn’t amused, not in the slightest. The simple fact that Allyson had picked now of all times to argue the point was almost laughable but Kaili held that particular action back. Her teeth gritted in both frustration and pain as her hand reached out to open the door. The force seeped into the machine, yet it didn’t open. It was dead. The conduits were blown, the electrics fried. Whoever had been here last had done a good job at trying to block others out, but there was always another way.

Kaili looked around. There had to be something she could do. Except there wasn’t. At least nothing viable. All around them there were rusted up and broken crates from an era long gone, but those didn’t exactly hold any use to them when it came to breaking in.

Kaili’s fist bashed against the door’s metal exterior. A new sensation of pain coursed through her hand but quick subsided. Her ribs spiked up, caused her to writhe for a second, but she wasn’t going to ask for help. The ring on her finger might have pushed Kaili towards a more calmer state of mind, but stubbornness was not fixed with a trinket.

Delving into the force once more she drew as much of it to herself as she could. Her entire body tensed up. Spike after spike of pain forced her into an involuntary twitch until finally she let it all go in one giant push for the door. Kinetic energy soared through her and bashed against the door which promptly budged. A small hole was formed as both top and bottom created an entrance.

Kaili stepped inside. “Let’s go. We’re wasting time arguing over something unimportant.”

[member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Devyn Lynton]

[ 21 ]

Devyn wouldn't land along with the evacuation ship to provide the best protection to the injured he could. There were Sithspawns everywhere -- these dozen creatures the Jedi had killed here were not all. There was definitely a lot more going on there and if they lost their attention for even a moment, bad things would happen.

He circled the area near the ship with a radius of at least fifty metres. He guessed that would be enough to keep unwanted people off.

[ You're lucky you're still alive. ] Devyn changed his channel from that of the Rogue Squadron's to the one this Jedi group used. [ There are more of those bastards comin'. ]

The Rogue Squadron did what they could to kill all these creatures off, but the amount of them was just a little bit too high. Nobody really know where they came, Devyn imagined, and that meant they didn't really know where to shoot. It was just a theory he had, not a real fact.

The astromech beeped a little bit, annoying the boy even more.

"Shut up, dude. Let me have this moment," he said to the droid who had clearly hinted at how the boy had tried to make himself feel as their saviour.

[ We'll grab your teammates on the way. Some of 'em had troubles nearby. ] he continued the conversation with the Jedi.

[ [member="Varien Moxla"] ]

 

[Liliane]

[ 22 ]

The ship did have to land in a pile of dead bodies. There was a little bit of open space between the dunes, but it would have been a little bit too far away from those who needed help. It was easier to just land on the bodies of these creatures than to move people between great distances.

As soon as the ship's entrance opened, several medical personnel came out to take the injured with them. Lilin could walk just fine, so she didn't need any help. Neither did Varien, she believed. The boy looked just fine. She was more concerned with her own health and the possibility of an infection caused by the creatures.

So some others really were in trouble? Oh well. She would have wanted to go and save them, but she knew it would have ended up badly if she had gone. It was the best if she just let the evacuation team do their job.

"Let's hurry, then," she spoke to the comlink.

Yeah, she did worry about her team. A lot.

[ [member="Varien Moxla"] ]

 

[Elaine Thul]

Objective:3 Check out a different distress beacon(sorry late to the party been busy)
Post: 6

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Her vehicles drove into the cave, they went at speed slightly faster than running. Her troops went in behind them, though they nothing but crumpled sith spawn to step over. As the vehicles where running them over, Elaine had no mercy for anything sith in her heart, she could never forgive them. So she did not mourn not even giving them a fighting chance, as her personnel carriers ran them down, like dog they where. The only thing she had issue with was avoiding there corpse, as she stepped over them, well she did not want get boots bloody unnecessarily. Her forces started to get near the bottom of the pit, and she could see the beacon. Though she could see a bigger sith spawn, there massive and ugly, why do they always make hideous sith spawn.

She would have to kill no matter what.

 

[Steven Kavarr]

Objective 1
Post 1

Steven stared across the never ending wave of brown and grey that was Keres, as his gaze swept from West to East along the northern edge of his vision. Nothing. He had been trudging along this wasteland for nearly 6 hours, and had encountered nothing on the planet. Of course, Steven always had force stealth activated when he was travelling which would make it harder for any Jedi or Sith to detect him at a distance, but he wasn't nearly accomplished enough to keep it working if a master was within roughly 50 meters of him yet. Relaxing his control over force stealth, Steven continued trudging north, as that was the way his scanner had indicated.

Despite the lack of action in his field of vision, there was activity further afield. Steven could even here heal the thunder and whine of gunships and fighters as they flew across the decrepit land, the show of power by the Alliance that they were here to help. Steven hadn't been in the Alliance long, the journey here had taken nearly 10 years with his brother Sam, 10 years where they learnt more than any Jedi academy could have taught them. And now they were here to help, Steven on the ground searching for survivors and the source of the beacon, and his brother would inevitably be still on a ship somewhere in space, hoping to help the civilian ships. They represented 2 very different sides of their father, and both were well aware that neither could claim to be a true representation of Kyro.

In the distance there was a smudge of shadow on the horizon as Steven steadily ate the ground up. And then 2. Ten more paces forward and the smudges had grown ever so slightly bigger, and there were now 7, and then 12. A few more paces and there were over 20 in the distance, and the shadow was growing ever wider and bigger. Straining with his senses, Steven reached out to what was ahead, any clue as to what he could feel on the horizon and further. Steven stretched the force pushing it and straining it further still, his fingertips brushed the barely sentient beings, and then his entire being shook from the contact of contamination. Staggering backwards from the speed of his recoiling, Steven could still taste the bitterness of the dark side he had just touched, could feel a malignant monstrosity further forwards, though what exactly it was remained to be seen.

Drawing the force close about him, Steven wrapped himself in cloak and stealth, hiding him from any perception till he was close. Checking the straps on his carbine and lightsabers, Steven tightened the clasps on his cloak, and started his long strides forward. He estimated it would take 30 minutes to find himself close enough to discern where this dark force was travelling.

 

[Alexandra Porte]

Spoiler

I switched my callsign to Rogue One, and flight to One Flight since I'm now IC Rogue Leader.

Rogue Squadron
Sitrep: CAP - [member="Alexandra Russo"] 1/One Flight Leader, [member="Vale Endriss"] 8; Evac Escort - [member="Devyn Lynton"] 17/Two Flight Leader; Ground Cover - [member="Asmus Janes"] 9/Three Flight Leader, [member="Choli Vyn"] 7
(2)

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Alleycat looked down at her chrono to see the time. The replacement pilot was late. She had thought from meeting and reading [member="Vale Endriss"]' personnel file thoroughly the former Blue Squadron fighter jockey would have been more OCD about responding to the launch order… or it could be the Hangar Chief was giving the noob a bad time too. That amused the Taanabian as there would be plenty more grief to come over the next days to weeks for the newest Rogue as he settled in no doubt.

[ Got nothing here, Lead, ] keyed Six as One Flight flew Combat Air Patrol while the rest of Rogue Squadron attended to their assigned tasks, then the snarky Rodan continued after a momentary pause. [ Oh wait. Incoming friendly now…. This outta be real good, ] he added with a smirky snicker, forgetting that his comm was live within the flight intending for it to be a musing just to his 'droid.

[ Can it, Six… unless you'd like to find out what real good is? ] Alex answered back curtly yet in good nature. The new Rogue Leader ran a tight ship, but not so tight it squeezed off all the fun.

[ Ah that would be a negative, thank you… Canning it now, Lead. ]

Alexandra bit her lip to keep a retort from sneaking out, and instead just gave a double-click in response, then listened to the incoming hail. About time...

:: Flight One Lead, this is Rogue 8. Joining your formation now, per assignment. ::

[ Welcome Eight… Glad you could make it. See me after touchdown, ] Russo replied to the Nabooian, then added after a moment of perusing over the long-range sensor scans.

[ Alright One Flight… Changing patrol grid. Come about to vector two-six-two on me. Let's see what's on the other side of the planet. ]

Alleycat pushed the stick to port and made a wide loop around changing direction. "Anything further on that possible distress call from earlier?" she asked her R2 unit. There was only a negative beep received from Rusty. "Copy that, keep me informed if you do, buddy."

The brandy-eyed brunette knew Jedi Master [member="Kahne Porte"] was supposed to be with the NJO's contingent ground side. She just hoped he was okay.

 

[Oscar Grant Paxon]

[ 23 ]

Oscar wasn't a person to go on field missions -- he was better suited for meditation, research and studying the Force. That is exactly why the Jedi Padawan Seer was meditating in the Jedi Temples on Sullust and not on the planet of Keres I where a lot of Jedi were deployed. He wouldn't stay out of the mission, though. He would try to look deep into the Force and seek for the knowledge it had to offer.

Mostly about what was going on at the planet, as well as how the mission would proceed.

The boy was not the best seer in the galaxy, but he liked to think that neither was he the worst there was. His meditation sometimes proved fruitless and held absolutely no answers, sometimes they revealed the truth. It was not an 'I will ask you a question and you will answer' type of a thing.

The gardens were the best place to meditate. He loved the connection to nature and the quiet sounds all around. These things helped a lot.

Darkness surrounded the visions he had when he looked into the mission. There was a lot of unknown there, as well as corruption of creatures not natural by any standards. Sithspawn, most likely. But there was also something more there. Some odd mythical energies.

He didn't like that. They made him feel uncertain.

He opened his eyes as he stood up and marched to a nearby bush. Living Force meant being connected with absolutely every living being in the universe. And bushes, trees, nature in general -- they were the best things to connect to.

He would touch the leaves of the bush as he sat down, breathing in the fresh scent the gardens had and listening to the sounds of the muffled echoes of these tress and bushes around. The flowing water helped a lot, as well. While moving closer to the plant was definitely not a huge change, it brought some clarity to the whole activity.

Oscar could finally see the dark energies around the planet and those who had gone on a mission there.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[ 01 ]

Keres I.

It was a world of molten lava, brimstone and the occasional Sithspawn popping up out of nowhere to harass the few survivors trying to get by on the surface world. The situation of the Netherworld was still a mystery to most people and Ceri doubted that they would ever completely figure it out how it was possible, but they had to live with the consequences regardless.

"Do try to keep up." She mentioned over her shoulder to a member of the Alliance Reclamation Services.

They were basically the Alliance’s answer to the Sith’s Imperial Reclamation Services, with the only difference… well, there wasn’t much difference. Except maybe the fact that the Alliance counterpart wasn’t afraid of getting executed if they didn’t uncover valuable artifact number two in obscure temple number three.

"H-how can-" Ceri kept walking, but waited patiently for him to continue that line of thought instead of interjecting. "How do you do this?"

"Do what?"

The Tapani Nobleman turned serviceman coughed loudly, trying his best to keep up.

"Go on like that! We have been at it for two hours now and you are still walking like we just started five minutes ago!"

Now that was amusing.

"Physiological differences, my dear Count or was it Duke?"
"It is-"
"No matter. Keep up, nobleman. We still have a fair distance to go."

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Julius Sedaire"]

Nearby: [member="Tobias Wrynn"] (Direct Vicinity.) | [member="Gideon Raith"] (Direct Vicinity.) | @Amnon (Direct Vicinity.) | [member="Lilin Imperieuse"] | [member="Varien Moxla"]

Overhead: @Choli Vyn | [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Asmus Janes"]


[ Roger that, Nine ] Choli chirped back. There was no need for the missiles now, just for the cover fire. The roar of her engines was almost earpiercing as she looped back wide to follow on Asmus's wake. She then pulled port. The plateau to her left. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she licked her lips. The mass of sithspawn grew larger the more meters disappeared between the snubfighters and the sithspawn.

Nine gored a path along the flank of Sithspawn while she saw the tiny figures retreating. A few of the Sithspawn had followed, clawing at the dirt as they made a beeline towards those trying to escape.

"Oh, no you don't." she growled out, pulling back the trigger to send a volley of laser canon fire. They etched the dirt and bore through the first wave trying to catch up to the fleeing Alliance members.​

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Ugohr Poof"]

Post: 5
Objective: 2

Landing in the Hangar now

Noah sighed as he felt the Aegis-class Dropship suddenly get heavier as it entered in from the blackness of space to the artificial gravity of the Bestine and before the dropships landing struts had even touched the ground Lt. Vega, Lt. Alenko, Lt. Williams and Cpt. Shepard's platoons had filed out of the dropships quickly fanning out to cover the entire length of the hangar with the entirety of the one hundred and forty-four members of Ghost Company. Stepping out last from his gunship Noah surveyed the scene before taking charge. "Alright people you know the drill. Lt. Williams take 4th Platoon and secure the engine room, Lt. Alenko take 3rd Platoon and secure the cargo hold, Lt. Vega keep your men here guarding the dropships and Cpt. Shepard come with me and the general to secure the bridge." Noah informed them once again as he walked up to General Poof and extended his hand. "General. Colonel Noah Corek, Omega Pyre."

 

[Varien Moxla]

[15]

By the time [member="Devyn Lynton"] had said 'lucky' Varien had already clicked off his comm.

Lucky didn't get you captured and enslaved by the One Sith.

Mistakes did.

After a few moments, he turned the comm back on just in time to catch the pilot mentioning the other members of [member="Lilin Imperieuse"]'s team finding some trouble. "Any of them injured?" He said. Just in case they didn't want to have their spirits lifted by him either, he could keep his mouth shut.

On occasion.

He climbed onto the ship, patting himself gently as he made sure he had all of his equipment before he crouched close by to the ramp, as if he were ready to spring out of the ship on a moment's notice.

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

[06]

Slay them all, he said. It was simple enough as an order, but to know what these things were and simply abandon his humanity was a bit more than Wrynn was willing to outright stifle. He watched Raith cut down the remnant of what men, women, and children Keres I had left to offer in stunned silence. The Jedi Sedaire joined in the killings, and together they reaped a harvest of souls that befit whatever daemonic gods had twisted this place. It was bitter irony that stayed his weapon, and nothing more. If they docked his pay, so be it. Wrynn had killed enough already for one day, and the taste was already sour on his tongue. He took a few backward steps and lowered his head, then muttered something unintelligible.

His HUD displayed the tactical readouts of the entire battle zone now, and he was acutely aware of the locations of both allied fighters and ground units. He watched the number of hostiles nosedive and turned his attention toward the comms tower that relayed the cryptic message ad nauseum. Thankfully, the others were there to finish the killing for him. The Alliance military was brutally efficient, and Wrynn was already a fan of their methodology. Moral conflicts arose on every battlefield, and only an idealist could convince themselves otherwise. Tobias was too pragmatic to make that blunder.

He strode slowly through the debris and sand kicked up as his boots creaked across duraplast. Wrynn stepped over the crumbled outer layer of the biodome and into the decrepit forest of death. Various grayed and black corpses of trees greeted him with layers of decaying bark and strange, mutant fungi. His scans received no known readings from the scene, so he tread lightly through it.

Recon was his job foremost. As Draco fought alongside Major Raith and the Jedi, Wrynn pressed ever forward into the unknown. He found the tower at the center of the former establishment. Bones scattered across the dirt in a somber display of finality, the digits of the deceased splayed in a last stand as they reached toward the heavens. The skeleton was held aloft only by the communications toward, which it clung desperately to. "You must have been the woman in the message," he muttered. "Sorry for the trouble, ma'am. Wish I could have got here sooner."

There was something sad in his voice as he apologized, not just to her but to everyone who died in this place. It was less a failing on the part of the Alliance than on the part of those who came before. It was impossible to know whether or not this could have been prevented, and even less was understood about the cause. All Wrynn knew was that the Force was involved, and these people were nothing more than collateral.

"We just get caught up in all your wars," he muttered bitterly, "but is that really all we are to you?" he asked of the omniscient field of energy that supposedly flowed through and around everything. If it was truly so all powerful, and it had the capacity to be benevolent, then why the hell did the power allot for something so twisted to happen to people who had nothing at all to do with it? "Toys that you grow out of?"

It caused his face to contort with disgust, but not hatred. There was no reason to hold contempt for something that couldn't talk back. To someone like Wrynn, who lacked power and understanding, the Force may as well have been something worthy only of pity.

He even pitied those who could sense it.

How sick it must be, he mused, to actually have to live with knowing.

Wrynn gripped the tower in both hands and pulled. He grit his teeth and focused on the tragedy of Keres I, and slowly it succumbed to his wroth. Tobias Wrynn watched the message of this planetoid as it plummeted to the ground, and he embedded it into his memory.

There was only one thing left to do.

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]“Okay, you’re right, I did know when you got back…” Allyson waited for the girl to force her way through the doorway with the struggle. She bit her tongue back from urging Kaili to take a stim shot for the rest of the trip. If she wanted one, she knew Allyson had some with her – it was her idea in the first place to have them packed. Neither of them were capable of the healing aspect of the Force, so if someone got hurt they were as well off as a pair of Non Force Users, not to mention Allyson was just an inch up from being a Non Force user, with the lack of basic Force skills. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Following Kaili was a given, she continued at the slower pace of the girl who was obviously injured and completely too stubborn to slow down. She waited just a moment before opening her mouth again, despite Kaili not wanting to talk about it. “You never tell me what you do there! You never say anything, what am I supposed to think?” Catching up to her Allyson walked beside her the best she could with hushed and sharp words pouring from her mouth. “You literally drop everything for Mara, all I know about this girl is that she’s important to you and…” Allyson of course emphasized her next statement with air quotes, “…means a lot to you and taught you things.” Her face showing her frustration she continued. “If I just randomly dropped everything for Alec, your panties would be so knotted up you wouldn’t know the first route to go in unknotting them.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Taking a deep breath Allyson, rolled her eyes. “You could have just used to force as a power source and forced the machinery to function without having to muscle your way through…” her tone calmed for a moment as she gave a ‘matter of fact’ comment. Though where she thought she was done, she couldn’t help her next statement. “You know, you’re usually so open about everything…except Mara, why? Can you blame me for being upset?” [member="Kaili Talith"][/SIZE]

 

[Kaili Talith]

Kaili turned her flashlight on and shone it around the dark room. It was uncomfortable almost, the dead weight of silence. Or rather, what would have been the silence if Allyson would just shut up and stop trying to start an argument between the two. Kaili bit her tongue to keep herself from giving her that. Her limp began to grow more visible, agitated almost as if Kaili had stubbed her toe upon entrance. The entrance which Allyson felt it fit to chastise her for as if she had any kind of knowledge whatsoever what the force could do in this situation, as if it was some sort of magical energy that could just fix everything without a compromise.

“Do not presume that you are able to lecture me about the force, Allyson Locke.” Kaili snapped. She turned on her heel and pointed her finger right at the woman’s chest, planted it there accusingly in the hopes that it would shut her up. “If you want to run to some black-haired schutta on Yavin you can go right the feth ahead, because I am so done with the Mandalorians. So done with the false hopes that they were anything but mindless brutes and so done with their belief in a system built on ‘honor.’ I am so done with everything.”

Kaili turned back around and went back to looking around the room for what she needed. “You saw the transmission, I showed you the transmission myself. I showed you Mara on that very screen, covered in the very blood of the very people who had surrounded her.”

“I did what any friend would do when their friend experienced something horrible. I know exactly how the feth she feels right now. The things that she witnessed was the same things that I saw when I had to watch all of my friends die before me.”

Kaili wasn’t happy. The light from her torch was violently thrown around the room

“So excuse me for relating to that, and excuse me for-” The girl’s fists curled up into fists. She held back the urge to scream. This wasn’t right, Allyson didn’t deserve that but it had been said. Her hands shivered and for a second Kaili felt her ring burn. Her eyes widened in terror of the potential cause, but as her grip softened she felt the burn subside. Surface heat had never been as terrifying.

“Look, If you went of to Alec, I would understand.” Kaili finally said with full on dejection as she looked over her shoulder. “She is your friend, I wouldn’t want to keep you from her.”

“But Mara just went through just about the same thing as I did, and I wasn’t there to help her from it.” Kaili frowned. “We talked about things, I told her how I got through it and then Micah was around to help.”

“I don’t tell you this because, well… What is there to tell? I was there to comfort a friend who had seen too much.”

[member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Post: 6/20
Objective: 2

Because the turbolift was inoperative, Ugohr used the Force to pull the turbolift's door in an attempt to find out what caused the turbolift to malfunction. But upon opening the turbolift door, he found a bloated creature that looks like a creature that ate too much hypermatter for its own good, and it ended up blocking the whole turbolift shaft. It looks like a dinosaur, a... sleeping dewback. Or dead. A dinosaur (body?) stuck in the shaft. Ugohr wondered how could a dinosaur even eat hypermatter; very, very few creatures would eat hypermatter. That creature looks as if it was about to die or if it was recently deceased. If it was still alive, Ugohr was there to ensure a quick death. He moved in slowly so as to not arouse the suspicions of the dinosaur stuck in a turbolift shaft. If only I had magno-soles or grav-boots, Ugohr thought, prior to cutting the beast's belly open and then the limbs so as to break the turboshaft free.

"Wesa find a dying dinosaur in da turbolift shaft. Mesa suspect dat hypermatter issa toxic to dat beast and issa dead after eating issa. Mesa will approach da beast carefully"

The creature was Force-dead, so that's why Ugohr couldn't detect its presence in the Force. But why was it that he could feel that there are traces of hypermatter in the creature's body? Would Force-dead creatures stay Force-dead when they die? A stream of hypermatter burst out of the dinosaur's body when Ugohr cut its stomach open using his off-hand lightsaber. Ugohr had to turn his lightsaber off, to cover his eyes, nose and mouth once the hypermatter started flowing from the dead body.

"Da creature issa Force-dead. Or rather, wesa find a dead dinosaur dat ate hypermatter as issa final meal"

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Kahne Porte]

Location-Keres I-Somewhere
Objective-Seek The Truth/Stay Alive
Allies-Galactic Alliance
{5}

Quickly, and decisively his strikes were made some not fatal but enough to cause damage and awaiting the right moment for the kill. No use in overexerting oneself especially in this field, alone. Kahne backed up a little bit, and his hand shot up sending a strong force push towards one slamming it back against the rocky wall. "Hey, R4" Kahne shouted out towards the astro droid, Kahne leaped out of the circle that was being converged on him as he moved up quickly bring his blade down in one direction and then quickly up in the other taking two out completely. Then he felt a sharp pain across his right side upper back area, he quickly rolled forward and he could feel the cut at his back that had been made by the Sith Spawn.

"Any chance you could ping that sos signal again? If not, then no problem. We can make do without, we somehow always do." Kahne shouted out twirling his blade about again, backing up and away from under the rocky cover. Kahne glanced up slightly and he smirked as he the green blade returned to the hilt and he placed it on his belt. The Jedi Master raised his hands towards the rocky cover, creating cracks on the surface and further within it. Loud cracks and pops could be heard utilizing the force with all his strength and pulling down enough boulders to seemingly crush those sithspawn converging on him. They had coming underneath just as the boulders were falling down, while a few jumped out of the way he still managed to get a good chunk of them.

The Jedi reached for his saber again as the fight with the remaining sith spawn would continue, all the while blood seeped slowly from the Jedi's wound. The astro droid luckily got the message out, with the interference coming back overhead whether someone got it or not was another story.

 

[Steven Kavarr]

Post 2
Objective 1

Nearby: [member="Kahne Porte"]

Steven could feel the pulse of a powerful Jedi ahead, in the path of the converging sith spawn where more had joined the rambling precision. A mere 20 feet from the nearest one as Steven strode parallel, hunched shoulders from malformed muscles and bones, one arm hanging loose and narrow, the other a thick knotted mass of muscle, with decaying skin patching along the body, and the incessant feel of the dark side pulsing out from the mass of them. Every now and then one or two would stop and almost sniff the air, as if they could feel the Jedi nearby, but the few attempts led to nothing as he would slow down, strengthen his cloak and stealth, and continue on at a slower pace for a while.

Ahead he could hear the seething mass of Sith spawn as they floundered towards the Jedi, a blazing light in the clouding darkness. There were nearly 40 Sithspawn in the procession here, and not even a Jedi master could take on these, plus those already surrounding them. The Jedi would be sensing Steven's presence as he approached hopefully, not completely blocked off by the black tide of Sithspawn.

Another 20 yards, and Steven could see the mass, and in there the crushing of boulders as bodies went flying, and there in the middle of the seething mass, the rise and fall of a green lightsaber, as the blade slid through flesh and bone.

He couldn't leave now. Whether he died helping this unknown Jedi, he'd have to try. Striding forwards, his force cloak and stealth disappearing as he moved, Sithspawn stop and staring as he appeared from think air. And then his lightsabers were in his hands. Push and twist, and there was a saberstaff in his hands. The blade ignited, streaks of royal blue to either side, as he drew the staff into both his hands. His fury building as he approached the mass of Sithspawn, and they were now moving towards him, but those weren't his target.

On the soles of his feet now, his muscles relaxing, ready for the beauty and precision of his dance of death. The weave of blades as the staff swept in incoherent patterns and movements. Pulling the force into himself, centering his very being, and then he launched himself into the air, catapulting over the nearest spawns, travelling 15 yards into the pile of bodies, a mere 20 yards from the Jedi at the center of the maelstrom. The saberstaff lashed out at the bodies beneath him as he slammed down onto the earth, with dust and blood rising from the pile. Driving forward into the press Steven spun in a circle, the blades at either end creating a crescent of blood flying after the lashing blue blades. Into that space he had created Steven pushed once more towards the Jedi, right side striking forward through the head, left side brought back down through the hip of another spawn, twisting on one foot for the right blade to slam into the gut of another. This was his dance.