The Return [TRE/SJO Invasion of Dromund Kaas]

[Coci Heavenshield]

Location: The Citadel
Allies: Silver Jedi and Allies
Enemies: The Resurgent Empire and Allies

Armour - Saber

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Kaden"]
[member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Joon"]


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It all seemed to happen at once, the pull on the force from both the darkside and the light, ripped through the battle field. Their force bond surging with power as Thurion drew the force to him and flew through the air like a god before he would land. Coci skidded to a halt, but the chunk of metal hit her side piercing the armour of the Valkyri, even though the metal of Midvinter is strong her flesh burned with pain once more. The armour had saved her from a debilitating injury however, again the Sith had struck blood and she could feel her hot life fluid seeping into her under leather.

Then came the shockwave as Thurion landed, throwing her off her feet and to the ground just as the sickening Sith double blade hurtled passed her form and cluttered to the ground nearby, which deactivated on impact. Her head turned to find the Sith Lord emerging from the dust toward her and quickly to her feet, she ran for his lightsabre. Her purple blade wasted no time in plunging through the hilt, in a hope to render it useless, she was not going to touch the thing with her hands she knew well enough the trickery of the Sith with their blades.

Coci pulled in a long deep breath, pushing the pain out of her mind and focusing the energy through her limbs. She began to walk toward the Sith once more, and picked up a blaster of little use to one of the Ranger that had been killed. She raised it and shot after shot fizzed across the battlefield toward the Sith aimed at his body and his head, until she emptied the it.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Citadel
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Jedi
Directly Engaging: [member="Audren Sykes"]
Objective: Kill them all
Gear: Here

He was full of confidence, power, and pride. Vilaz was like that in any situation and all thanks to his training and the countless battles he had involved himself in. He was a veteran of war; he was a master of war alongside his seasoned warriors that fought and served for him. They were the pinnacle of combat and would always prove it with not just the grand accomplishments of their ancestors, but right now at this present moment. All right here on Dromud Kaas.

There was a Mandalorian saying that for every Mandalorian killed, ten Republic soldiers would fall down to their own demise. This was all from the Battle of Dxun during the Mandalorian Crusades and still had some truth and legit meaning to it. It took work and sweat to kill any of the Munin's elite warriors as they were hand picked from his clan all based on the training and experience. And with that they were armed and equipped with high tier weaponry and armor to make them endure the extreme hardships of war and kill with grand efficiency.

When invisible ropes got a hold of the Munin and pulled him violently, he slammed with another warrior and lost balance from the collision. No concussion trauma occurred, but he did fell to the ground. He needed to recover before being harassed by quantity because of his awkward positioning that anyone could take advantage of. And he had just the thing. His hands went for a flashbang and activated it before tossing it a few feet afar from him. Bright lights would blind those that didn't had the luxury of a helmet or polarized lenses. All that the Mand'alor owned because of excellent craftsmanship that forgers and engineers established in his armor. From the distraction that he made from the flashbang the Concordian would hastily get up and lay an assault upon the Sephi Jedi Master with three bursts of slugs.

 

[Vrak Nashar]

Dromund Kaas - Citadel
Objective: Reclaim the Citadel
Directly Engaging: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

Unbriddled rage poured through him as he watched the Jedi cut clean through the hilt of his lightsaber.

He had no personal attachment to the weapon, it was just another tool for him, but the idea that she would destroy his property? That she would take this so far against him? No.

She would need to die. A roar escaped his throat as she swooped the blaster up from the floor. Bright red bolts began to surge forward, two of them going wide while a third struck him in the shoulder. The burning flames singed his flesh and burned through his robes. A free hand came up, his fingers twisting slightly. The force welled before him, not a push or a pull, but instead a wave of pressure. The bolts she continued to fire stopped just short of him freezing within the air.

Then his hand surged low.

The bolts suddenly jerked to the side, flying to the ground and striking with successive explosions as they ruptured against the ground. Dust once again formed in the air, but this time Vrak sought no cove rwithin the debris. Instead his hand once again extended.

Bright purple sparks flowed over him arm and then from his palm. A continuous surge of lightning bounded across the battlefield, flowing towards Coci like a deadly torrent.

 

[Aithne Charr]

LOCATION: Jungle
MISSION: Help a Mandalorian finish her mission.
ALLIES: SJO, [member="Mishka Larraq"]
ENEMIES: Sithies, and company. [member="Athena Heron"], [member="Veritas"]
Equipment: The Gardener's Heart


Solan was ready to continue his miniature slaughter, hand drawing up flames from the now dead pair and casting it out at the newest one coming from his right. Sighing at the fact this was far too easy for him. These were simple soldiers, people who were caught off guard and while they did fight for sith, the fact of Solan's appearance would be more akin to one of those Sith they fought with and not a Jedi. His saber is probably the only hint of him not being one but even then most soldiers would likely hesitate when they see Solan, worried if it was a Sith who might cause all the more pain or worse should they fire on him.

Some still tried and it kept him moving through those that would make their attempts, stray shots from a large distance, those thinking they might be able to sneak up on him and an apprentice who thought that Solan was simply an overconfident upstart. The blade from the Human that appeared came close to him, a foot more and he might have lost an arm as he stepped away from the man. He was younger, almost causing Solan to hold his hand but another strike forced him to respond, snapping his finger again and the saber in the man's hand slowly heated up until its battery burst and blew apart the fingers of the Sith who now fell back in agony.

He looked at the man for a few moments before striking out with his own saber, claiming the life and sighing before another presence hit him. Soon enough he would be turning his head to focus on Athena and Mishka, raising a brow and not speaking for the moment to see how the Mandalorian accepts the challenge placed infront of her. Solan was still interested in dealing with these Sith, but he had taken on this mission to help those combat the sith and the moment of calm returned his mind to his ally rather than the moment.

He did not step in to stop the fight though, knowing that would only anger his ally and show him nothing about her capabilities. He understood that people had to face their fights alone sometimes, to fall down and stumble and just like he had with Joza Perl, he would give Mishka the chance to fight this woman alone. This worked both ways though and his free hand reached into his coat, drawing out the gem he kept on his person and closing his eyes to connect with it. After that he reached out and the forest would respond, trees slowly shifting and vines creating what almost appeared to be a cage around where Athena and Mishka were. He hid in the trees as well, drawing branches around him as he spectated from atop one, careful about being sighted and still on guard to make sure no one interfered with this Mandalorian's fight.

 

[Mishka Larraq]

LOCATION: Jungle
MISSION: Locate a Thing
ALLIES: SJO, [member="The Librarian"], [member="Atheus"]
ENEMIES: [member="Athena Heron"], [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"], [member="Veritas"], [member="Aeterno"], [member="Maleagant"], Sith
ENGAGING: [member="Athena Heron"]


Blood and worse dripped from her armor as the two halves of the sith trooper slowed their tumble in opposite directions. Sparing a glace, Mishka marveled that her blade was devoid of blood and inwardly grimaced at the thought of trying to clean her armor tonight. Movement caught her eye a moment before a flash of light followed. Twisting her torso to the left and allowed the blaster bolt to glance off of her chest plate. Three powerful running strides was all it took to close the gap with the second sith trooper, a two handed thrust sinking her blade into the aruetii's chest as an explosion of light and kinetic force blew the man's heart, lungs, and spine out the back of his armor.

As Solan continued his assault and Mishka found herself without an opponent in the immediate vicinity, she took stock of her surroundings. Ahead of them, sith trooper and beasts pressed against a force of Jetii and their conscripted soldiers, an assortment of buildings behind the Jetii forces being the obvious objective here. What was also obvious was that she and Solan had appeared behind the main body of Sith and such. Among them, a woman with a cloak that calmly walked behind the front line of men and monsters. As Mishka's eyes gazed upon the woman, she turned and locked eyes with the T-shaped visored helmet upon Mishka's head. A smile spread across the blue woman's lips and a presence pressed upon the edges of Mishka's senses. It was a distant, muted thing. Dark and dirty, vile and corrupt. The presence echoed through the barrier afforded to Mishka's mind by the Force Mask built into her helmet. She couldn't help but to be reminded of a tentacled beast pawing at the inside of it's glass cage. Somehow though, the thought made Mishka feel more like a caged diver in infested waters. For the woman though, Mishka's aura in the force would be a foreign thing. Neither Light nor Dark, nor the typical shades of neutral. Mishka's sensitivity was more spiritual in nature and she forswore the force as a corruption of the natural and spiritual order of things.

Not that that would matter. The aura emitted by Mishka's blade dwarfed her own by an order of magnitude. For those with the ability to sense such things, it would be as if Mishka was standing next to the sun, so intense was the difference between herself and the blade she held. It would be easier to mistake the blade's aura for Mishka's than it would be to detect the mild, muted aura of Mishka that would be further dampened by the clothes she wore.

Spoiler

A glance at the helmet that hung from her waist betrayed her temptation to simply sleep with it on, letting the force-mask built into it protect her from the worst of the planet (or forest)'s manipulations. Sadly, the only thing she hated more than the nightmares was sleeping in her helmet. It felt like a coffin. Not because of the closeness, but because of the isolation she felt while wearing it, cut off from the Manda and all that is natural.

"Come play, my darling, and tell me your biggest fears."

A voice called out to her, a distant echo. For a moment, Mishka couldn't tell if it sounded distant because of the distance between them, or the helmet that protected her from the worst of the corruption around her.

<Fear? Oh you'll love this.> Mishka thought to herself, pulling her sword into a middle-guard between herself and the blue woman that looked like the wicked witch of West Dathomir's primary colored sister. "Alright." She said quietly, more to herself than the blue woman who probably couldn't hear her anyway. "Let's play."

With a kick of dirt and grass, Mishka charged towards the woman using every bit of speed the Manda afforded her. Each step propelling her three times farther and faster than a woman her size should be able to move. Her hands held the handle of her sword in a firm, familiar grip as she shifted to a guard of the long tail mid-charge. As Mishka grew closer and as the blue witch continued to probe for Mishka's mind, the aura of fear and horrid memories that poured from her Chaab'kad blade like a tsunami would quickly outshine whatever of Mishka's aura the woman could detect. At best, the blade would mesmerize the woman or otherwise draw her attention into itself. At worse, the intensity of the memories and emotions demanding to be shared would distract the woman.

As Mishka closed on the woman, assuming no tricks or interventions barred her path, Mishka would swing with all her might, bringing her blade from her lower-right to upper-left, daring the blue witch to try and block the obvious attack.


Meanwhile, Mishka's Beskar'gam wearing teddy-bear golem companion would attempt to punch Solan Char in the back of the head for locking Mishka in a cage match with an evil fan of Victoria Secret.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Dromund Kaas orbit, CIC, SSV Tenchu
Objective: Dealing with an enemy boarding party
Allies: SJ
Enemies: RE [member="Velok the Younger"]
Music: On to Victory (Starfleet Academy)
Gear: Lightsaber | Armor | Beskad

The devil is in the details, she thought, realizing that these moves were ineffectual. And she also stopped needlessly using up her computational power in an attempt to do mechu-deru (whom she found was more a function of the computational power of the user than any real power in the Force) In the meantime, the magnetic locks of the doors all deactivated at once throughout the ship, thanks to Velok still clawing his way through the systems: one could easily imagine the horror of the surviving crewmen still in the washrooms, who found themselves embarrassed to be doing their hygienical needs in full view of everyone around them. But it also revealed several squads on each side of the corridor where Velok was, who took a while to get there thanks to the labyrinthine layout. It just wasn't about serendipity anymore: it was about keeping an enemy on their toes. Sometimes keeping an enemy on their toes meant that they needed to briefly lull them into a false sense of security, and the same held true on either side. And she paid the price for it, too.

"You have the bridge, Julie" Jessica tells Julie long after the effects of battle meditation have faded.

"Copy that: nevertheless, I know from experience that Sith lords will not turn down an opportunity to duel Jedi"

"It will take far too long for me to get to where he is: he will have had some time to wreck several systems before I arrive. In the meantime, I have to deploy what I can before I get to him, but no slow projectiles, nor big projectiles either: get some snipers down there"

"Marines are now in position, commander" the marine frontline commander reported.

"Snipers are now in position: we have a visual on the target, a Whiphid Sith" the sniper squad leader reported back in.

"Target confirmed: Velok the Younger. Fire at will!" she commed over before getting out of the CIC, leaving Julie behind.

Jessica had forces laying in wait as if Velok was a full-fledged Sith Lord; she heard tales from infantry commanders among the Silver Jedi claiming that they would be reluctant to deploy even a platoon against a Sith Lord, even an unsupported one. Once the door opens, four snipers, two on each side, using slugs that the SJ Army normally used in these heavy machineguns, are in a prone position, alternatively shooting regular 12.7x108mm slugs with five rounds in a magazine (keeping the armor-piercing slugs for if the regular slugs failed), while supported by an additional thirty-six marines (initially; backup is on the way under the form of an additional platoon) using the very same BH-21 particle beam rifles, firing at Velok six at a time due to the width of the corridor, which was sufficient for three human-sized sentients to walk and fire side-by-side, and thus fired three on each side of the corridor. Oh, the marines on the forward-most rows were a little uncomfortable, having to be positioned right between their snipers or with one side on the wall, with three of them kneeling and three more standing behind them on each side, firing. Meanwhile, Jessica had to keep up her expenditure of computational power for two purposes: first to navigate the maze and also the labyrinthine layout forced her to do tight turns and forced her to use Force-speed in small bursts at each time. Even that got a little slow because she wasn't that great at using Force-speed.

Spoiler: Outsider Command

Capital ships:

SSV Tenchu (Tenchu-class dreadnought) Shields: 100% | Hull: 88%
SSV Midvinter (Mateus-class elite carrier) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Dellalt (Sionoma-class elite destroyer) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Kenobi (Tector-X-class Star Destroyer) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Gallia (Tector-X-class Star Destroyer) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Tano (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Jarrus (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Wren (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Hardcase (Lothal-class artillery cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Tup (Lothal-class artillery cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Rex (Lothal-class artillery cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Reath (C-9980-class assault frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Chasin (C-9980-class assault frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Chopper (C-9980-class assault frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Baker (C-9980-class assault frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Rail (C-9980-class assault frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Honoghr (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Husavik (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%

Attack craft:

302 T-70 X-Wings (62 over the Citadel and 240 in orbit)
144 TIE Reavers

 

[Jairus Starvald]

LOCATION: Breaching the atmosphere
OBJECTIVE: Dark Temple
ALLIES: [member="Catalys Maijora"] & [member="Vitor Avendahl"]
ENEMIES: Silver Jedi Order & Sith Spirit

It was a good thing that the power of imagination was not a real thing, because Tai could almost smell Maijora's imagination working its magic and trying its best to enforce itself on reality.

Overhead a ship roared past with multiple interceptors in close pursuit.

Then it exploded and shrapnel flew all around.

The situation revealed their habits, instincts and training: Catalys rolling away, Vitor jumping and Tai... well, Tai simply stood rigid straight, before his wings lashed out and formed a natural shield around himself. Then the Force was called upon, strengthening his body and feathers into an impenetrable fortress that protected him. The shrapnel lashed against him, but bounced off harmlessly against the dense feather-deck.

Alarm bells rang in his head as precognition settled in.

He moved before Vitor even realized what was happening. Form blurring and dodging the roar of plasma originating from the steps of the Dark Temple, it seemed that the Spirit of Hunger had been smart enough to start repairing some of the defenses it had. Or perhaps something else was at play here?

"Run." the Thirriken shouted, before his form blurred again and dodged another plasma roar. The angles of the turret installations meant that if they moved further?

It wouldn't be able to touch them.

Something told him they would run into a similar problem around the landing platforms though.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[SIZE=11pt]Mission: Sink the Tenchu[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt][member="Jessica Med-Beq"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Long seconds of distant conversation elapsed between the troopers’ big reveal, the bridge’s recognition of open sight lines, and the order to fire at will. Velok found himself sorely tempted to go with his first instinct and just send a Force-push down each packed, three-metre-wide corridor. Instead, he just tossed up a quick illusion of thin smoke to muddle his actions, dragged his sabre in a circle around himself, left an illusion of himself in his wake, and dropped to the next deck down. A Padawan could have done as much, albeit one with the upper-body strength to lightsabre through ferrocarbon in a couple of heartbeats.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]An instant later, illusion-Velok died horribly but not all that realistically. Dozens of particle beams and 12.7mm sniper rounds slashed through the brief construct and dissipated it. More to the point, they then slashed into the opposite squads. All things considered, this situation mirrored the four-way simultaneous tank ambush: when you brought two or more armed groups to bear against a single enemy, you really wanted to make sure they weren’t in each other’s lines of fire.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As opposed to crammed inescapably into said lines of fire, like those salty little tinned fish Velok liked. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Fairly confident that he was setting his back to an awful lot of dead men, Velok kept moving. He’d used the Force emanations of the two Jedi Masters on the bridge to give himself a sense of direction; that sense only increased as they separated, and as he digested the biocircuit networks’ life force. He’d been moving for a while now, on foot and at speed and in a tank. Movement proved significantly easier now that the doors were open and the weapons were silent and his Force reserves brimmed full.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Eventually he found himself at a door labeled Fore Reactor Room.[/SIZE]

 

[Soeht]

The Imperial Citadel​

Standing back up, Yenaleda shifted into a defensive pose as [member="Joon"] got up. Then, Yenaleda watched Joon dash forward and leap into the air in a display of acrobatics.

“Wh-wha-“ she muttered as she brought her lightsaber back up.

Another horizontal block – both hands on the lightsaber hilt. Another crash-hiss. Yenaleda slightly gritted her teeth. Her eyes were wide.

Then, it grew cold.

Yenaleda’s face relaxed. Brown eyes locked onto Joon.

A blink. When the woman’s eyes opened, they were black with red pupils. The voice spoke again – yet this time the woman’s lips moved with it.

The woman stepped forward. She released one hand from her lightsaber and twisted it. An invisible hand then attempted to grasp Joon by the neck, choke her, and lift her into the air.

 

[Kaden]

LOCATION: Citadel
OBJECTIVE: Defend the Citadel
ALLIES: SJO in the Vicinity
ENEMIES: TRE in the Vicinity
CURRENTLY ENGAGED: [member="Yidhra"]

Robbed of a melee engagement, the wounded pureblood could not do much as his adversary dashed past him. A flail of lightsaber hoped to catch any part of her, though it was doubtful. It was also made harder by the slight reluctance on Kaden's part to massacre one of the last purebloods in existence purely to add another statistic to this bloody battle.

As she took off past him, he felt inclined to follow. However, the wet duracrete of the bridge glinted in a brief glare of sunlight. A new plan formed; one that would hopefully remove this entity from the battle with only a minimal chance of murdering her outright.

The pureblood drew strength from his pain, fueling the darkness that swirled throughout his being, and raised his right hand. He focused the hurt into his palm and ushered it forth; intent on manipulating the air surrounding Yidhra -- and Yidhra herself -- as she bounded down the bridge. With a flick of his wrist he directed this force in a sharp twist to the side, hopefully sending the sorceress careening off the side of the bridge.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Dromund Kaas orbit, forward reactor room, SSV Tenchu
Objective: Dealing with an enemy boarding party
Allies: SJ
Enemies: RE [member="Velok the Younger"]
Music: On to Victory (Starfleet Academy)
Gear: [SIZE=9.9px] [/SIZE]Lightsaber | Armor | Beskad | Verpine shatter gun (collected from a weapons locker)

Pincer movements don't always work... what a waste of men to defeat what amounts to an illusory Sith Lord: the real one has now made it to the fore reactor room, she thought, while Velok made it to the fore reactor room, with the reinforcements not even firing anything, or even arrive in time, using the smoke to slip away while the backup units believed that stuff was caused by enemy sabotage or equivalent. By now it was all too easy for both parties to arrive in range of each other. Guided by the dark Force-signature, and thus reducing her consumption of computational power, she was inexplicably attracted by that dark signature, even as she feels the disturbance caused by the deaths of the marines back at the location where Velok began eating the life force of the bio-circuitry. Along the way, though, she realizes that 1) she didn't engage in duels for years and 2) there was an opportunity wide open to collect a Verpine shatter gun from one of the many weapons lockers. Even though she collected a Verpine shatter gun the size of a blaster pistol from the locker along the way, holstered where a grenade would normally be, she was burdened by the sheer amount of equipment she had on herself... but nevertheless kept calm in this situation. She would meet Velok face-to-face, recognizing the face from that one encounter she had with him back on Geonosis. That's the price I pay for my inexperience at close-quarters command: I have to fight a duel I hoped never to fight, she thought, while realizing that she is dwarfed by the Whiphid.

"You didn't fight me back in the Stalgasin Memorial Stadium: here's your chance!" she shouted in Velok's direction, before drawing the Verpine shatter gun and firing it at the Whiphid's chest.

Spoiler: Outsider Command

Capital ships:

SSV Tenchu (Tenchu-class dreadnought) Shields: 100% | Hull: 88%
SSV Midvinter (Mateus-class elite carrier) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Dellalt (Sionoma-class elite destroyer) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Kenobi (Tector-X-class Star Destroyer) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Gallia (Tector-X-class Star Destroyer) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Tano (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Jarrus (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Wren (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Hardcase (Lothal-class artillery cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Tup (Lothal-class artillery cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Rex (Lothal-class artillery cruiser) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Reath (C-9980-class assault frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Chasin (C-9980-class assault frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Chopper (C-9980-class assault frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Baker (C-9980-class assault frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Rail (C-9980-class assault frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Honoghr (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
SSV Husavik (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%

Attack craft:

302 T-70 X-Wings (62 over the Citadel and 240 in orbit)
144 TIE Reavers

 

[Velok the Younger]

Mission: Sink the Tenchu
[member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

The voice and the reference struck him as familiar. The shattergun round struck him as he leaned aside. The situation, for about half a second, struck him as hilarious.

Her shattergun’s obscene muzzle velocity and tiny projectile punched through him and the nearest bulkhead without resistance. The shot pierced the long strip of muscle and fat along the left side of his back, and maybe winged a rib in the process. Long experience told him his left arm would move more slowly now. The puncture offered no serious danger of blood loss, not to a four-hundred-pound Whiphid. He accepted it, allowed himself to get properly angry, and reacted.

By running through the open blast door into the reactor chamber.

A capital ship’s reactor generally took up a gigantic volume. From what he could see, this room didn't provide comprehensive access to the entire reactor. The machine stretched across multiple decks; so did the visible gantries and conduits.

No question about it, she would have a clear shot at his back while he bolted into the reactor's maze of service passages. He did his best to move quickly, age and mass notwithstanding, but if anything saved him it would be instinct.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Dromund Kaas orbit, forward reactor room, SSV Tenchu
Objective: Dealing with an enemy boarding party
Allies: SJ
Enemies: RE [member="Velok the Younger"]
Music: Undefeated Heart (FFTA)
Gear: [SIZE=9.9px] [/SIZE]Lightsaber | Armor | Beskad | Verpine shatter gun (9 rounds left)

A clear shot at Velok's back? Aiming at the right of his back would hurt like this again - if it hits, she thought, while making sure not to damage the conduits in her line of fire, the gantries are fair game for collateral damage like the next bulkhead, knowing that the shatter gun could penetrate said bulkheads. She fired the shattergun again when Velok was in a position where there was no conduit to penetrate in her line of fire. But then she remembered that she had a vast array of Force-powers for a reason: using what power (both computational and Force-energy) she believes is sufficient to make the opponent's shoes catch fire, she then proceeds to attempt to manipulate the atoms in Velok's shoes, increasing their vibrational speeds (and hence heating the shoes up, provided it actually worked), and attempt to make the shoes' molecules dance fast enough that the footwear burned in the process. If that gambit worked, the foe's mobility could be pretty reduced, especially if the enemy pants also caught fire afterward, but she would realize that even some Sith could still move with their lower legs on fire.

 

[Velok the Younger]

Mission: Sink the Tenchu
[member="Jessica Med-Beq"]


He'd put his focus on instinct, and that kept the shattergun from inflicting anything worse than a cut along his left side. Focus there meant less focus elsewhere.


So when his massive, hairy, leathery, three-clawed feet caught fire, you might say it took him by surprise.


He tripped and tumbled, sabre carving through assorted pipes and struts. The reactor passages filled with a stench of burning Whiphid fur and lightly toasted armorweave. He ripped off his cloak and smothered the flames one-handed as he crouched in the shelter of conduits.


“At every turn you prove yourself a coward, Jedi.” He took a shuddering breath and stood. “Every choice you make is an exercise in spineless timidity.”

 

[Caid Centurion]

Location: Jungles
Objective: Stay Focused
Allies: [member="Athena Heron"] | [member="Maleagant"] | [member="Aeterno"]
Enemies: [member="The Librarian"] | [member="Mishka Larraq"]

Something called to him, tickled the back of his neck. Abruptly, Caid halted his advance, outer wall of their targeted outpost looming in the distance. Slowly, silver-green eyes tracked back in the direction he had just ventured, groping the darkness and chaos that had settled upon the jungle in rather short order. Though he could not exactly see the source of the sensation, he could feel it easily enough, the gem being used by Solan easily picked up through the shifting currents of the Force.

For a moment, the Sith watched as the jungle seemed to contort and shift around an area where he could also sense Athena and another. Rolling his eyes, Caid exhaled heavily before suddenly shifting the hilt of his weapon to his left hand. At the same time, Caid raised his right hand without looking, seizing an approaching foe with the Force before utilizing it to abruptly snap the man's neck. Keying out on his communicator, Caid called for a status update from the other three units. "Status."

"Objective 1 is secured, sir."

"Objective 2 is seventy-five percent, sir."

There was no response from the third unit. Grunting slightly, Caid made a tactical decision, communicating with the Lieutenant commanding their air assets. "Lieutenant, you got eyes on three?"

"Standby sir."

Turning his head, Caid reached into the mind of the Massassi Captain in charge of the forces in direct support of Caid. "Continue the assault, draw as much of the fire from defenses as possible. Oh and Captain. I am not interested in prisoners." Caid wasn't sure where their third associated had ventured, but he could sense a number of their forces on the other side of the outpost's perimeter. He would have to leave the primary objective to the man for just a moment.

"Major. Objective 3 appears to be nearing critical failure sir. I can relay for reinforcements."

"No. Burn that fething outpost to the ground. We can't afford to divert any more forces to this part of the operation. The Colonel needs them for the Citadel assault."

"Understood sir, ingressing from the IP at this time."

The reply from the Lieutenant had barely finished before Caid was off at a sprint in Athena's direction, dark energy steadily beginning to crackle around his knuckles.

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: The Citadel, Dromund Kaas
OBJECTIVE: Take the Citadel; Destroy the Jedi Knights
ALLIES: [member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Vraukt"] | [member="Yidhra"]
ENEMIES: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Kaden"]
ENEMY GOING FOR: [member="Soeht"] (Yenaleda)
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With a sly smile, Joon stood after the impact, and cocked her head as the Jedi seemed to become something else. Something wonderful.

An invisible grip latched onto her throat, and it forced her head up, and she began the fight for air.

It was empowering. The feeling of the Dark Side wrapped around her. Joon couldn’t help but smile as she pushed out her own barrier to counter the effects of the choke.

”That’s it…" she gasped, ”…that’s it….fall…."

Joon twisted her own hand, the left one, but found the girls’ beating heart and soothed it with the darkness inside her. Enforcing her Force aura with one of strength and power. A gentle pressure was applied – soothing, but uncomfortable.

”Surrender to it…" she whispered, pulling back as much as she could from the grip.

Either a Citadel would fall, or a Jedi would. Either way, it would be her victory.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Location: The Citadel
Allies: Silver Jedi and Allies
Enemies: The Resurgent Empire and Allies

Armour - Saber

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Kaden"]
[member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Joon"]


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After the blaster was spent, Coci threw it to the side on the ground. Lightning flashed continuously overhead, and it almost seemed to gather around the Sith, she knew what was coming for her but nonetheless dangerous. As the lightning sprung from his raised arm, another hit the top of the citadel sending a rain of sparks over the battlefield, the whole area lit up among all of this the flashes of fire all around them. Her purple blade hissed to life and she brandished it in front of her to take the stream of lightning and protect her body.

Her arm injured from the metal shard protested but she pushed through the pain, using it to fuel her purpose. Sith are not the only ones to use such thing to power their will. Her walk toward him had slowed but not stopped and she kept pushing her blade to take the brunt, this would be taxing his energy reserves but the time had come to do something about this Sith.

Coci dropped one hand of her hilt, raised it extended palm flat and released a tunnel of telekinetic energy directed at his body, it is strong, powerful and on the mark were it to hit.

 

[Soeht]

The Imperial Citadel​

Once [member="Joon"] rose slightly to the air, the woman took a couple steps back – creating a gap between the two once again. Their lightsabers separated from each other.

It remained silent as Joon spoke.

Her lips moved, and its voice spoke.

“L̶o̷rd̢ ͘Dr͞a̸ka̷sh͡ ͡r̷e͜quir͘e̛s y̶ou ̨to ͢take͢ th̡e̷ Ci͡t̴a̛del.”

 

[Connor Harrison]

LOCATION: The Citadel, Dromund Kaas
OBJECTIVE: Take the Citadel; Destroy the Jedi Knights
ALLIES: [member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Vraukt"] | [member="Yidhra"]
ENEMIES: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Kaden"]
ENEMY GOING FOR: [member="Soeht"] (Yenaleda)
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There seemed to be silence all around the two – and thought Joon was sustaining herself, the grip was tight. Never uncomfortable though. It made her feel stronger.

Her eyes narrowed a little. Her brow slightly knotted.

The voice was one she did not recognise, but felt this Jedi…whoever she was…was dangerous.

”I shall…”

She contracted her hand like a claw.

”Help…me…take it all…”

The pressure on the Jedi’s heart would increase.

 

[Vrak Nashar]

Dromund Kaas - Citadel
Objective: Reclaim the Citadel
Directly Engaging: [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Allies: TRE

Vrak once again went flying. The effort he had spent on the lightning meant he hadn't had the time to block the force push. The Pureblood went flying back into the rubble of a building, crash hard against duaracrete. A loud crunch echoed as one of his ribs shattered, Vrak tumbling to the floor with another muted thud.

His breath hitched, his head swiveling up for just a moment.

He saw the Jedi draw nearer, the anger in her eye, the fierce determination to see this ended. He still did not know who Coci was, he did not know her name, nor did he know she married Thurion. None of it mattered. She was a human, and worse she was a Jedi. Disgusting little creature with added benefit. He scowled, his fingers curled, and slowly he pushed himself up to his knees. His eyes locked on hers, his gaze drifting past her for just one second. There he saw it, the slight spark of light glinting within the rubble. One hand slowly raised to his ribs, resting, fingers curling at the ready.

He waited, and then suddenly as she drew within only a few meters of him his fingers twitched.

One half of the saber-staff she had earlier carved in two suddenly twitched.

Almost unnoticeable the bisected cylinder began to move. It tumbled through the air at first, then straightened. His hand never moved save for the smallest twitch of his fingers. As she drew nearer, Vrak closed his fist. The saber-staff half suddenly ignited just behind her, aiming to impale her from behind through the stomach.