Invasion The Rim War: Revenge of the Empire | EotL Invasion of TAC-held Garn and Maldra IV | Chapter 3

[Jasper Kai'el]

Citadel of Rur
Tags: Drenn

Lux Ultima
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With another inhale and a pivot of his hips, Drenn shifted his weight, now drawing back just enough to create some space between them, and finally releasing the pressure from his opponent’s blade. It slid away just as he began to now initiate a counterattack. The Crusader’s footwork was graceful as he then spun low, the yellow blade cutting through the air, aimed for the Jedi’s legs. He purposely avoided the side of the Jedi's mechanical arm.

Jasper was quick to pivot, tossing his lightsaber to his organic hand pin-point precision to meet the blow aimed towards his legs on the side opposed to his mechanical arm. His organic arm was strained, tensing up to match the strength of the attack, but he maintained his position and footing. It was a sharp move to capitalize on a potential weak point, but reflective of what he had done on Dac when they last met.

He could feel it now, the excitement radiating off of the Imperial Knight. Drenn had liked what he had heard. There was an anticipation around this rivalry now that was thick in the air, both duelists caught in the sensation of the moment. A worthy foe was a once-in-a-lifetime observance to Jasper. How was he supposed to respect a wannabe god or a mass murderer? No such thing could ever be given to those of the darkness. This man was not like them. He was organic, real, struggled and fought for his prowess as a warrior. This was real. That only hightened Jasper's investment.

There had to be more to this attack. It was too similar to last time. Jasper wasn't going to give him the time to get to his s-factor. He gathered his strength and performed a full deflection, pushing Drenn's blade back with considerable force in order to throw his attack off. The Master maintained the momentum, aiming a jab at the wrist designed to disarm, though it was notably less strength-driven than the parry.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Teckla Tane Mechu Deru

All it took was the flick of the wrist. The ruby blade cut through the air as the smell of ionized air permiated the air as Jonyna deflected the returned bolts, eyes never leaving her target. "Displaced. Past tense." Jonyna stressed, her voice carrying on the wind. "It's written in the history books. I fought against the first Empire, and they fell. Then another did, and another, and another. Ever since, your kind has been riding the stars in your stupid flying triangles, trying to regain that glory that was never yours to begin with. And every time, you get smacked down by someone who fights for something worth a damn."

She felt the blaster in her tail go off target, but it wouldn't matter. Instead, the tail once more slipped into her coat, as Jonyna raised her saber to the sky to block the incoming blow with her saber.

She could see it. Feline eyes honed in on it. A chink in the armor. A hairline crack in the center of her opponent's chestplate.

The tip of her opponent's blade locked with Jonyna's ruby blade, as Jonyna slashed right at the center of the chestplate with her katana. Liz, the blade that had kept her safe against Darth Malum of House Marr and Darth Carnifex , now striking back at her oldest enemy.

The slice was clean as could be, the sharp of the blade aimed right along the length of the split in the armor. Training she had taken to deal with Mandalorians now applied to Imperials. As soon as it came down to impact, Jonyna poured every once of electrical energy she could into the blade to enhance the attack. She wanted to fry this imperial.

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The two owls swirled around the three, as a whirlwind began to spin up around them. Another crack of lightning struck one of the imperial knights, Owl swooping down to meet it with claws that shined with blinding light, disintegrating the armor as they slashed at it with their talons.

Jonyna would keep them on the backfoot. She needed to. She couldn't let them find their mark.

 

[Zonn Geist]

Beskar Armor
Lightsaber
SE-44 Blaster Pistol

Impressive.

Not all Jedi were able to block Force Lightning with their hand. Looks like Zonn could actually work up a sweat for once. It's a good thing too, because Zonn wanted to practice his bladework it was rather rusty after years of killing just Sith acolytes. "Okay you have some skill," Zonn acknowledged raising his Lightsaber.

"I am in fact calm," Zonn said refusing to indulge in this Jedi's causal way of speaking. The torrent of water that the Jedi summoned went straight for him, Zonn continued to backflip evading the water and hurling his Lightsaber in midair attempting to bisect the Jedi. "It will be you who will submit to your emotional turmoil."

Anthony Gray Sun

 

[Drenn]

Tags: Jasper Kai'el

Drenn was greeted by a swift defensive maneuver, his strike easily deflected. He had anticipated this moment, planning for a perfect opportunity to catch Jasper off guard, to then elevate his position, and strike higher to potentially create a weakness in his opponent's defenses.

Attacking without expecting a counter would be foolish and unheard of, and while he had anticipated a few different moves, the disarming attempt from the Jedi was not one of them.

The power behind the deflection did leave him momentarily off balance, and his mind was already racing to calculate the current shift. He elegantly adjusted, twisting his body as he flicked his wrist, in an attempt to evade the Force-imbued blade. Still, it managed to pierce through the outer layer of his armor surrounding the forearm, setting his nerves on fire. The pain receptors were triggered, followed by a jolt of electricity that threatened to leave him stunned.

Even with both assaults thus far leading to instant responses, he refused to give an inch of ground in their deadly dance. The concept of retreating several paces on his backfoot to reassess the situation was lost on him now.

Drenn channeled his pain and discomfort into sheer determination; despite the blows felt, there was no anger or hatred; instead, there was simply a desire to continue the duel with honor. If possible, he would have preferred to remain engaged in close quarters, rather than give the Jedi an opportunity to use other Force abilities. He refused to be outmatched.

In a fluid motion, he used his own momentum now, tightening the grip on the lightsaber hilt with both hands once more. Djem So wasn't necessarily his preferred form, but he knew Makashi wouldn't work against Jasper. With a determined twist, he spun back towards him, executing an upward slash aimed straight at his torso. The strike wasn't as precise as usual, having a touch of wildness to it.

While there was intensity in his gaze, a smile lingered at the corner of his lips, as if he were reveling in the thrill of this dangerous game where the stakes meant life or death.

 

[Teckla Tane]

Location: Citadel of Rur
Equipment:

• Armor
• Lightsaber
• Blaster

Entourage: Mechu Deru two Crusader Knights - Off on their own mission
Tags: Jonyna Si
Allies in vicinity: Drenn | Empire of the Lost
Enemies in vicinity: Jasper Kai'el | Tingel Arm Coalition
Dialogue Key: ”Galactic Basic” | <<Telepathic Communication>>

Though there was hope, Teckla didn’t expect any of the returned blaster bolts to find their mark on her opponent. Jonyna was too good for that. Teckla was in scramble mode. She was fighting against someone who was very talented with the Force, more experienced in dueling, more heavily armed, with specialized weapons that surpassed what Teckla was carrying. Scrambling didn’t mean totally on the defense though and Teckla was looking for any opportunity to gain an advantage and press Jonyna. The Grandmaster had also collected herself enough to reconnect with the others doing her bidding. They were making progress even if they were being harassed. Just a bit longer…

Teckla no longer had any use for the Jedi’s words. They were just getting in the way, and so discipline took over and the Jedi’s taunts became nothing more than background noise as Teckla searched for a chink in Jonyna’s armor. The powerful overhead strike that Teckla attempted was caught with easy grace by Jonyna’s blade. Behind the cover of her helmet, Teckla’s eyes went wide when she realized that the blade was being held by a single hand. Jonyna’s other hand was now free to wield another weapon, and Teckla’s body was left rather wide open.

The only thing that could save Teckla was strength of her armor (which she knew was suspect at this point), a burst of speed, or pure willpower. With a silent command given through the Force, a needle pierced the left side of Teckla’s neck. Bota-stim instantly poured into Teckla’s bloodstream boosting her physical and Force prowess. The Grandmaster could feel her two-handed grip pushing harder against the block of her opponent’s blade. The give was very slight, but perhaps enough to shift Jonyna’s attention to defense. More importantly, the increased Force “power” allowed Teckla to shift her body. The powerful strike of “Liz” was not evaded completely, but it did not directly hit the fissure in Teckla’s armor.

While the blade of Liz was mostly contained by the plates of armor, the special features of the blade and crystal contained in the hilt sent concussive vibrations through the armor, and Teckla’s frame underneath. The blade did cross the crack in the armor, opening it wider, and the concussive attack lengthened the defect. This was going to be a problem. Teckla knew that her chest was vulnerable, and worse that Jonyna likely knew it as well.

With a yell of ultimate determination, Teckla pushed with the Force to create space. She was beginning to realize that this was not a fight she would be able to win. Her tactics needed to change to delay and survive. Not only did she need to buy the others enough time to get the computer core. She needed to make sure they didn’t find her a lifeless heap once they had.

 

[Mechu Deru]

Objective: III - The Citadel
Location: Citadel of Rur
Equipment:

• ICA-1 Imperial Crusader Armor
• Lightsaber
• Slicing Equipment

Tags: Jonyna Si | OPEN

The Force owls were relentless in their pursuit of Sella and her knights. Sella rushed forward, trying to focus her attention on the directions that she had memorized from her invasion of the station’s computers. As the knights did their best to keep the attacks at bay, Sella managed to get her feet back underneath her and run under her own power. She was the one that needed to be leading the way.

Sella in her rush took a quick turn in the corridor they were following. As she saw a very short walkway and a dead end she gasped loudly. ”Sorry guys. Wrong turn. This way.” Sella shifted her weight and took the first opening that was back in the direction they had been heading originally. She heard a shutter of lightning and the knight on her left yelp in pain. A ping of guilt reverberated through the young woman and she hoped that this detour wouldn’t end badly.

”Let’s not take any more wrong turns PA,” the knight on her right suggested in a tone that was somehow teasing and angry at the same time.

Sella’s pigtails started to pull around from her head as the wind in the station picked up. She gave an instinctive look towards any vents that would be causing it. Then it hit her, the owls weren’t attacking with Force Lightning, or the lightside version of it, they were altering the atmospheric conditions within the station. The wind was stiff, but Sella dug deep and pushed through with aid of the Force. The lightning strikes were getting more frequent and the knight on her left was not able to keep his guard up enough. Sella could feel him starting to fade. It was now her turn to pull him along. ”We’re almost there!” Sella called out she saw the current corridor would take them right to where they needed to be.

As that statement was made the knight on Sella’s left seemed to slump. Sella heard the humming sound of his blade seemed to move further away, then it disappeared altogether and Sella heard the clunk of the hilt hitting the floor. The owls that had seemed to be ethereal to this point swooped in and started tearing into the vulnerable knight. Armor was being eviscerated as the knight cried out in fear and pain. The knight on Sella’s right swung his blade over Sella’s head at the owls. ”That’s great. Not sure how long we can keep them at bay.”

”We can’t!” Sella responded. She pulled both knights away from the owls quickly and up against the metal walls of the station. She handed over her own lightsaber to the ailing knight. ”I need to get what I can from here. We should be close enough for me to gain access to the main computer. Do what you can to keep them at bay. I know you’ve got more tricks up your sleeves than just swatting at them with lightsabers.”

The knight on the right nodded and mimed the shape of a circle in midair. It seemed the left knight knew what that meant as he returned the nod. The two squished as close to Sella as they could, making the young scientist blush a little. Then she felt a rise in Force activity from both of them. An invisible bubble of Force protection was lifted between the three Imperials and the owls. Sella somehow knew it was there, but wouldn’t last long. She closed her eyes and forgot all about what was happening around her. Her consciousness dove into the wires in the wall behind her and she followed those wires to the main computer. She hoped the bubble would hold up. This computer was even harder to interpret than the last one.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Teckla Tane Mechu Deru​

That push was enough to send Jonyna back, but not for long. A snarl could be heard as claws dug into the stone below them, grinding Jonyna to a halt. "Aw, don't have a witty retort?" Jonyna asked in a mocking tone. "Finally admitting you don't have the stuff? That your title is a shallow joke? I'm done with you, Master of Nothing. Go back to your dead emperor and cry."

She needed to crack that armor. So she kept up the assault. Rather than rush forward, Jonyna channeled the will of the Force once more, cranking up her speed as fast as she could muster as she began to launch sonic blast after sonic blast from Liz, again and again and again. The songsteel blade rocked as the blasts began to sync up to a beat, as Jonyna channeled the wind once more. She could feel it, the owls she had so desperately channeled to cut off the attacked were now blocked off. She wouldn't need them anymore then. She would take her victory here. Another. Another. Another.

Every other strike of thunder was doubled with a crack of lightning. All she could think about was all she had gone through. The calm justice. Jonyna had never been one to anger. Anger was wasted emotion, in her mind. Instead, she focused on how to win. How to succeed. Today was the same. Her eyes fixated on that crack. When she was the underdog, she could only put faith in that. Her ability to focus on the cracks in the armor.

She had told Valery Noble that she would let the past go. That she would move on. And she had, but in moments like this...

She couldn't think about the past. Giran was behind her. Instead, all she thought about was the reports. The mentions of Imperial attacks on civilians, the propaganda. Mon Cala, Lothal. New Alderaan. Voss.

The war was never over. The war that Jonyna had waged 900 years ago, it never truly ended. And it was up to people like her to keep it going.

The Rebel Soul burned bright.

And with that, she charged forward, her song blaring in every direction, and her sword aimed right at the Imperial's chest.

 

[B/U-800 "Evelina"]

Location: Citadel of Rur
Objective: Capture the Computer Core
Tag: Braze

The blaster pistol went off first, exploding inside Evelina’s grasp as her eyes lit up all parts shock, pain, and anger from the shrapnel cutting deep into her gloved hands, drawing blood and slicing open one of her palms in the process. The energy net projector on her gauntlet came next, seizing up with electricity as its power cell overloaded and shut down. In the moments that followed, her energy shield, kinetic concussion grenades, and probe droid were disabled in much the same manner, rendered as little more than dead weight on her form as the youth’s manifestation of the Force swiftly compromised their functionality.

"Come to think of it... isn't it past your bedtime?" he murmured, his tone a cold taunt laced with unsettling calm. "Maybe it's time you took a nap... You seem a little cranky. "

Evelina gave a sharp, frustrated hiss in response, ignorant to the possibility that it might be her last breath. Her eyes lit up with panic as her next attempt at inhaling air returned nothing but a void. The Butterfly’s brows rose and came together in panic as she grabbed at her neck and collapsed onto her knees, gasping in a futile attempt to draw breath.

And then, before Evelina could make any further attempt to take stock of her situation, the blackness of insensation consumed her awareness.

The Emperor was dead.

Evelina had never known him, nor had she ever had the privilege of seeing him in life. Nevertheless, as a Butterfly, she had considered the Emperor to be her father. Or at least, the closest thing that she had to one due to the simple fact that he was the one responsible for her creation.

And yet, Evelina could not hold back the frown that twisted her visage when she gazed down at the body of her father—His Imperial Majesty—lying in state within the beskar-reinforced transparisteel coffin. Her eyes took on a cold, icy set then, features twitching with equal parts anguish and anger as she placed a tensed, gloved hand on the coffin.

Why hadn’t he come to see her?

She knew that he had been busy running the Empire, but he couldn’t have come at least once? Just to see how his sons and daughters were progressing during their training. For that, Evelina could only allow two tears for the relationship she had wanted, but could never have. Tears dabbed away just as quickly as they were shed. Her relationship with her father could only be epitomized by her dreams and this. An image of his pristine, peaceful features lying asleep inside a transparisteel coffin.

What a stupid mustache.

Evelina turned to leave in a silent huff, her pale features reddened with equal parts anger and sadness. However, before she could take a step, her attention was seized by the sudden realization that she was alone within the grand hall. There were no gathered crowds of mourners, no red-robed Custodian guards, and no floating security droids.

It was just her and—

Evelina abruptly turned around, her fuchsia-hued gaze widening in disbelief as she found herself standing face-to-face with her father, the Emperor of the Lost, now alive where seconds before he had been lying dead inside a transparisteel coffin.

In an instant, the Butterfly forgot all other conflicting emotions and ran to throw herself inside his arms.

Velran walked towards the clone, dancing as if he were in an intense rave. “Sooo how’s my favorite daughter?” He said, giving Evelina a hard slap on her back. “I trust that you are sitting on a throne made out of Coalition skulls? BECAUSE THOSE IDIOTS KILLED ME AND FORCED ME TO LIVE IN THE NETHERWORLD!”

Evelina’s tears came unbidden, no longer held back by ingrained discipline or restraint. This was him. The Emperor. Her father.

And she, his favorite daughter.

“Father, you’re alive! But...” Evelina allowed herself to slip deeper into the hug, before her eyes suddenly widened in a panic. Her presence here could only mean one thing.

She had died too.

“Are we dead, father? Am I dead?”

“Dead?!” Velran smiled, placing his loving daughter in a gentle hug. “Oh my baby girl, you’re too awesome and cool to die! No, I’ve summoned you here to the netherworld to give you sagely advice!” Velran paused. “And also to give you a little request to PLEASE give me espresso! The netherworld is a dreary place and the worst part is there’s NO CAFFEINE!”

“I...wish I had espresso, father.” Evelina pulled herself back from the hug, a soft, gentle smile on her pale features as she gazed up into the eyes of her father. “And I wish you could come back, too.” The Butterfly added, before her features shifted into a slight frown, chin trembling as she silently contemplated her words. “But I...I just wanted to ask why you couldn’t come see me, father, while I was training.” She continued. “I know that you were busy running the Empire and that you had a more important daughter but...” The Butterfly’s voice turned soft, strangled, and sincere. “I just wanted to feel appreciated and...loved.” She choked out, before falling silent.

Velran sighed. “Evelina, sweet Evelina,” Velran said, stroking his bushy mustache. “I was always watching you, I was just waiting for the right time to help you, guide you to your destiny.”

Evelina paused as her father wiped a tear from her cheek.

“Is now that time, father?”

Velran gave a reassuring smile as he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I wouldn’t have summoned you if it wasn’t.” He chuckled.

“But why now? Why...” Evelina paused then, as the memories came rushing back to the forefront of her mind. The Echani Jedi and his lightsaber kunai. The air being robbed from her lungs. Her body locked in place by the Force, rendering her unable to move.

Indeed, her father—the Emperor—had been watching her all along. And now, he was here. Imparting his strength and wisdom upon her during a moment of need.

Velran smiled, placing both of his hands on his daughter’s slender shoulders. “Evelina, you are a wise, kind hearted woman, but also passionate, fierce, and have a strong sense of justice. Qualities that are uniquely yours and mine. You are my daughter and I have watched over you for a long time. Even when you doubt yourself, know that I’ve never been a prouder father.”

Evelina threw herself back into her father’s arms, his warmth, his wisdom, and his love overcoming her emotions as the tears flowed freely from her cheeks.

“I love you father!” Evelina paused, her words choked as she took a deep breath. “I thought I was alone but...” The Butterfly heaved. “It was just me being selfish, paranoid, stupid, and—”

“Evelina!” Velran interjected. “Never speak of yourself like that! You are a skilled, talented Butterfly and you are my daughter! Do not give in to self-doubt or fear! But, I am afraid that I can not remain here for much longer. My connection to you is weakening. I need to tell you about the computer core! You MUST retrieve it, it is the key to the future of the Empire! The knowledge it holds represents an end to the affliction that has plagued all Empires, and will soon come to plague our own. There are certain actors who are moving to unseat your Empress and consolidate their power. Without the core, these actors will not only have the means to succeed, but they will destroy the Empire as well.”

“Then, I will take it, father.” Evelina resolved. "I won't let you down. I won't let the Empire down!"

Velran placed Evelina in a hug one last time. “I know you won't. Avenge me Evelina. And never forget that I am always watching you.” Velran began to dissipate a hand reaching out to his daughter, a sad smile spreading across his face.

Present

Evelina twitched.

Her lungs, starved of oxygen, strained inside of her chest. However, the assassin’s enhanced constitution gave her time that might not have otherwise been offered. Such that it was, she instead closed her eyes and allowed her mind to synchronize with the systems present inside her combat suit. A symbiotic link was established between wearer and suit, bringing her consciousness to a new, heightened state where the concerns of the body could be made secondary, albeit for only a very limited time given the circumstances. All the while, a stream of data flowed into the assassin’s awareness. She saw the Echani not through her own eyes, but through the advanced sensors and senses integrated into the suit. The taunts on his lips flowed over her as water over a rock, unmoving and unfeeling.

Then, she moved.

She did so not with the balletic grace of a living, augmented assassin, but with the jerky, explosive, and eerie contractions of a marionette controlled by invisible strings.

And she moved with the intent to kill.

Swiftly kicking up from her position on the ground, the assassin called two more of her chakrams into her grasp from their place on her back—a sonic chakram and an energy chakram. Then, she launched both of the weapons at her opponent, one after the other and in immediate succession. The sonic chakram came first, initially seeming to be flying in a straight line towards her target’s neck, only for the truth of its trajectory to be revealed at the last moment as the weapon abruptly swerved laterally. The assassin had imparted the chakram with a deceptive spin via a deft flick of her wrist in the process of her throw, which now saw the circular blade on a new path that threatened to bisect the Echani’s left shoulder.

Her energy chakram came only a split-second after the first, crossing the 16 meters between the assassin and her target in the blink of an eye after being launched in a powerful, backhand throw aimed to strike the Echani in his lower right leg.

All the while, a timer ticked down within the assassin’s awareness as the suit’s systems warned her of imminent unconsciousness due to oxygen deprivation.

Four seconds.

Three seconds.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Princess Wrath
  
  • Arms
    
    • Energy Net Projector - R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Butterfly Tiara - Energy (2)
• Butterfly Tiara - Sonic (2)
• Blaster Pistol
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (4)
• Pink Vapor Spray Gas Canister (2)
• Kinetic Concussion Grenade (2)
• Probe Droid

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

• Braze shatters Evelina’s blaster pistol and disables her energy net projector, kinetic concussion grenades, energy shield, and probe droid.
  
  • Evelina sustains cuts in the palm of one of her hands.
• Evelina falls unconscious for some time and has a flashback/hallucination where she speaks with an apparition that represents her idealized version of Velran Kilran. The apparition is not Velran himself and is instead a “dream figure” of him.
• Evelina wakes up and forms a symbiotic link with her suit. Then, she attacks Braze.
  
  • First, Evelina throws a sonic chakram at Braze which initially flies in a straight trajectory before abruptly swerving laterally. It is aimed to strike Braze in his left shoulder.
  • A split-second later, Evelina throws an energy chakram at Braze in a powerful backhand throw, aimed for Braze’s lower left leg.

Spoiler: Acknowledgement

• Hallucination Velran written with input from Velran Kilran

 

[Braze]

TAGS: B/U-800 "Evelina"

When the girl collapsed, Braze instinctively caught her, lowering her to the ground with an unexpected tenderness. He was no longer suffocating her. He didn't want to kill her after all. He only intended to knock her unconscious. To him, she wasn't an assassin. She was just another kid like himself, caught in something far bigger than either of them. He leaned in, focused, and with a gentle sweep of the Force, carefully drew out each piece of shrapnel embedded in her wounds, ensuring none were left behind.

Settling beside her, Braze opened his medical supplies, laying out his First Aid Kit , a Trauma Care Package, and everything he might need. His hands moved with care and purpose, sterilizing and treating each wound before bandaging them with a tender care, his touch as gentle as possible. For a moment, he set aside the gloves and pressed his palms just above her, channeling the Force to reach the deeper injuries, his energy radiating warmth and calm.

Then, without warning, the girl stirred. Braze jolted, falling back in surprise as she moved, her sudden vitality startling him. She was too fast, too close—but in that split second, he only saw her as a person, just a kid, recovering from a hurt she hadn't chosen.

.Both Chakrams hit their marks.​

Braze's eyes widened, the world around him blurring as his vision tunneled on the gruesome wounds marking his body. His breath hitched, but no scream escaped him—only a few tears slipped past his lashes, burning hot against his cheeks. He felt the pain so deeply it numbed him, leaving him in a suspended, catatonic state of shock. The sharp, metallic tang of blood filled the air, and he could only stare in silent horror as crimson warmth flecked with shatterned bone spread across the floor, his strength ebbing with every heartbeat.

Time seemed to slow, the painful ache mingling with disbelief. Terror washed over him as he was rendered helpless. The brutal realization that he was slipping away, his body no longer responding, no longer his own. His vision wavered, but he clung to a single, fragile thread of awareness, unwilling to let the darkness take him, even as it crept ever closer. The tears that started to trickle had sprung forth and flowed more freely. His vision darkened as his body slunk back and hit the ground with a wet thump. The hlemet he wore didn't allow him to truely loose consciousness, his body being forcibly kept cognizant as he bled out. He thought of one thing as he lay there and reached out through the force to Jasper Kai'el in a desperate plea to try and get a message out before his final momments.

"I'm sorry papa."
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Gear

Sabers:
Training lightsaber [Normal] |
Gauntlet Shield [Katar + Shield] |
Corsage [Dueling Foil +Gun] |
Calypso [Hand an a half + Board Saber] |
Sentry [Parrying Dagger] |
Requiem [Light Foil] |
Echo [Two handed with Crossguard] |
Resurgence [Two handed with Crossguard] |
Whirlwind [Chin Kama] |
Twilight [Polearm] |
Nightshade [Throwing Knives]
Hot 'n' Heavy Compensator [ War Maul]
Troublemaker's Trickblade [Dual Spinning Saber / Chakram]
Voice of the Wind Krysteel Sword

Crystals:
Amplification |
Serenity |
Phantom Ghostfire |
Frostheart |
Entropite |
Tiger's Fang |
Mindshatter |
Echos |
Mestare |
Melee: Knife

Ranged:
Fang |
G.O.O. Gun |
Phantom |
Chiru Tranquilizer Rifle|
FFS- Quiver Trigger - Grip / Stock |
FFS- I. S.P.Y. : Scope |
FFS- H.A.R.M. - Shroud

Thowing :
BA-K177 Kamino Saberdarts X15
E.G.G.S. x10 |
Thermal detonator (Class-A thermal detonator) x5 |
G-20 Glop grenade "Impact" x5 |
C-22 fragmentation grenade x5 |
WW-41 CryoBan grenade) X5
Telescopic stun grenade staff
Serenity Flashbang Incense


Equipped Gear:
Neck: Lightveil Circlet | Charms x3 | Amulate |
Chest: Light Armor [Integrated in to armor | Boots | Gauntlets | Mask/Helm | ]
Belt: FFS- Utility Belt
Left Hand: Compass Ring | BCA - Solid State Hologram Tool Band

Other Items:
Survival Kit |
FSP - Besh ( Advanced Force Suppression Drug )
Sil-Alert Stim
Trauma Care Package
Trauma Kit
Trauma Spray
Aspha Serum
TS-N Healing Serum (For those allergic to Bacta)
Reanimation Serum Aurek
PharmaTech BioStamp
PharmaTech DNA Identi-Kit
Bota M9-A2: Berries
FFS-RIP-Cell: Power Cell |
Vixen's Vault |
In the Zone Compact, Mister, and Lipstick|
Essence of Zeltros DUST Compact|
Lekkuphoira|
S.I.N. Devaronian Blood-Poison Nail Polish|
5 Lbs bag of Thermite |

Ships:
Ashwing - Starfighters
Phantomray Stealth Assault Interceptor Fitted with Werlaara Stealth Suite

Warmount:
Dragon Knight

Guardian:
AX-01 Vanguard Mark I
[Character Bio]

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[B/U-800 "Evelina"]

Location: Citadel of Rur
Objective: Capture the Computer Core
En Route: Mechu Deru Jonyna Si
Tag: Braze

A series of deep, heaving gasps escaped from Evelina’s lips when the air swiftly returned to her burning lungs. The assassin threw off her helmet then, revealing delicate, pale features slicked with sweat as her gaze shifted towards the wheezing form of Jedi youth who she had struck down moments prior, who now appeared to be bleeding out on the floor, eerily silent save for a few pained wheezes. Her chakrams had struck their intended marks, leaving their quarry broken and bleeding in their wake.

In that, Evelina registered a brief pang of pity, her eyes briefly going moist as fresh tears welled up from the ducts. At this distance, with her quarry so close and so starkly young, his suffering was difficult to ignore. The iron tang smell of his blood was already thick in the air. She knew that he might die soon, if not given medical attention. However, the words of her father—real or imagined—echoed in her mind.

This was justice. Vengeance. And perhaps, vindication.

Evelina blinked the tears from her eyes and called her chakrams back into her grasp. After doing so, she placed her helmet back over her head, a vacuum seal isolating her from the environment with a soft hiss in the process.

Then, the assassin turned around to leave, before immediately launching into a sprint to make for the location of the computer core.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Princess Wrath
  
  • Arms
    
    • Energy Net Projector - R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Butterfly Tiara - Energy (2)
• Butterfly Tiara - Sonic (2)
• Blaster Pistol
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (4)
• Pink Vapor Spray Gas Canister (2)
• Kinetic Concussion Grenade (2)
• Probe Droid

 

[Mechu Deru]

Objective: III - The Citadel
Location: Citadel of Rur - Sella’s consciousness inside the main computer
Equipment:

• ICA-1 Imperial Crusader Armor
• Lightsaber
• Slicing Equipment

Tags: Jonyna Si | B/U-800 "Evelina"

If Sella’s only means of getting into the “guts” of the machine were through the knowledge of coding, the mission would have been a loss. But Sella’s abilities with the Force allowed her to know the intentions of the machines (more the designers) not just get into the code that governed the use of the machine. She could almost speak with a machine, even one without interactive protocols programmed into them. The young woman came to a wall using her modern understanding of technology. Now it was time to use her less understood capabilities. ”Computer?” she “spoke” timidly. ”Are you here?”

”You should not be here child,” the computer’s androgynous voice started in a tone that made it seem as though it was just waking from a long nap. ”I have been asleep for so long. I…How are we even able to understand each other? You should be so far beyond my comprehension.”

”According to most texts the Force is in all things,” Sella would respond with a twinkle of joy in her voice. ”I am not communicating with programming language, or any language for that matter. Though I suspect that other than slang Galactic Basic has not changed much over the years. I have some questions. You are obviously hearing me and understanding me. Can I ask?”

”Why not?” the computer responded, a shrug could almost be heard in the words. ”I am not sure what help I can be though. Some of my knowledge has been taken from me. I have some information from before the existence of the Eternal Rur, but he controlled things from then…”

”The Eternal Rur is gone? The crystal too?” Sella asked in shock.

”The crystal is gone as well,” the computer confirmed. ”A shame. It was a masterpiece of technology and Force combined. No one has been able to duplicate it because the Eternal Rur has hidden away how it was created.”

”Hidden? Where?” Sella queried.

”Why here of course. Do you think that Rur would trust it anywhere other than under his own thumb?” the computer nonchalantly responded.

”So you can tell me how to recreate a crystal that can hold a consciousness,” Sella asked astounded that she might be able to have such knowledge. ”The ability to live forever?”

”If that is what you consider living…yes…” Sella considered if the computer was somehow being sarcastic, giving some sort of philosophic warning, or stating that being a computer was not technically being alive. ”I will give you that information. Then you will leave me to degrade unfettered?”

”Knowledge is my mission as much as the crystal itself. If you give me the information I’ll leave you in peace.”

”Knowledge you shall have..." the computer started to share it's knowledge with Sella. ”As soon as you have what you need you better get going little girl. Accessing these files has triggered security even I was not aware of...."

Outside of the computer, and down the hall Sella’s physical self was being closely guarded by the knights ordered to do just that. The owls were continuing their attacks but the bubble was becoming more and more difficult to maintain. The knight on Sella’s left was fading fast from his injuries. ”Keep it up,” the knight on the right urged.

The other knight started to slump, the bubble started to close in around them. Sella started to twitch a little as she was taking in the knowledge that the computer was providing. ”Something is happening. Let’s give her just a bit more time.” the knight continued with a grunt as one of the owls dive-bombed the bubble and it seemed to shake.

Then out of nowhere the owls just disappeared. Before the knights could even relax they would hear the clanking feet of approaching droids. ”No rest yet...we've still got a job to do," the knight on the right turned to see his partner slumped over. ”Guess I'm on my own," he smirked nervously and charged forward into the rising threat of the ancient security droids.

 

[Teckla Tane]

Location: Citadel of Rur
Equipment:

• Armor
• Lightsaber
• Blaster

Entourage: Mechu Deru two Crusader Knights - Off on their own mission
Tags: Jonyna Si
Allies in vicinity: Drenn | Empire of the Lost
Enemies in vicinity: Jasper Kai'el | Tingel Arm Coalition
Dialogue Key: ”Galactic Basic” | <<Telepathic Communication>>

Jonyna’s words weren’t even registering on Teckla any more. The Grandmaster probably would have been able to decipher “I surrender” if that came from the Cathar Jedi’s lips or thoughts. But Teckla knew that was not going to happen any time soon. There was some back and forth to be sure, but it was pretty evident that in this case, at this time the Jedi was the superior duelist. Teckla couldn’t help but wonder if she had taken the wrong tactic leading the quest for the computer core by herself. Should she have taken command of the troops on Maldra IV and let someone with more experience in one-on-one combat guide Sella through the station? The Jedi weren’t supposed to be here though. And hindsight wasn’t going to do anyone any good. Teckla needed to focus on Jonyna, which was why she was blocking out the incendiary words the Jedi was aiming at her.

There was another aspect of this bout that seemed to continuously have Teckla on her heels. She knew that blade vs. blade combat was a weakness and had focused a good deal of training on getting better. However, for every cleaving blow of one of Jonyna’s blades there was some other troubling attack that came along with it. Now the Cathar Jedi Master was stalking forward, swinging her katana with tremendous speed and velocity. Each swing generated a sonic attack that Teckla just didn’t have an answer for. There was no avoiding them, no skill that Teckla knew to deflect or stop them in their tracks. Because of her armor they weren’t terribly painful at this point to Teckla. But the crack in her armor was being exacerbated as the sonic blasts caused the plates to tremble and shake.

Teckla started to backpedal. Partly in an attempt to gain time to develop a plan, but more because of the continuous barrage of sonic waves hitting her armor. As Jonyna continued to advance, the sonic waves were joined by arcing bolts of lightning. Teckla did her best to intercept the tendrils of energy with the blade of her lightsaber. Most of the impact was taken by the red blade, but some got through rushing through Teckla’s armor and sending a slight shock right to her sternum.

At that moment, Teckla was able to feel something through the bond she struggled to maintain with the rest of her team. One of the knights was failing. Sella was triumphant and then worried. The other knight was calm and resolute. Teckla knew that whatever they were going to be able to take from this station Sella had it. A slight grin formed on her lips unseen behind a protective helmet. ‘Sacrifice the battle. Win the war.’ It was her father’s favorite saying.

Jonyna charged forward now, focused on the vulnerable spot in Teckla’s armor. The Grandmaster moved to intercept the blade, and at first she thought that she had been successful. She could hold in a stalemate until Sella could get to her or the shuttle. If the latter was the case, Teckla could make a strategic retreat. The blade was not the only danger Jonyna wielded. Even as Teckla’s blade met the Cathar’s another sonic wave struck her in the chest causing a loss of breath. The gentle tickle of electricity Teckla had previously felt yelled out in distress. The leverage that Teckla had on Jonyna’s strike ceased to exist. The blade struck true at the fissure in the middle of Teckla’s chest. Slowed a bit so as not to be immediately fatal, but it was for sure that the fight was one.

Teckla stumbled backwards a few steps. Then she fell. Wheezing breaths were audibly exiting her helmet as she struggled just to stay conscious. The only way to see what Jonyna was doing now was to prop herself up on one elbow, her other hand holding her lightsaber in what would amount to a useless defense. ”You got me Jedi,” Teckla stuttered. ”Now. Are you going…” a cough took the Grandmaster. ”going to muster your hate and finish me? That won’t stop the Empire you know. I won. We got what we wanted…” Teckla didn’t know that was not the entire truth. Sella may have received knowledge, but losing the Grandmaster would have been a worse blow to the Empire than what had been gained.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Citadel of Rur
Tags: Drenn

Lightsaber
​

With a determined twist, he spun back towards him, executing an upward slash aimed straight at his torso. The strike wasn't as precise as usual, having a touch of wildness to it.

He thought of one thing as he lay there and reached out through the force to Jasper Kai'el in a desperate plea to try and get a message out before his final momments.

Jasper felt everything in an instant, his resolve wavering for a split second. His son. Yet, even so, he wasn't in a position to depart, not with a burning blade of plasma swinging at him. Jasper subtly activated his emergency beacon, setting it to the second signal. One was to signal his danger, the other was for Braze. Hopefully an ally would receive it and go to his padawan's location.

As for Drenn, Jasper saw the moment play out in an instant. It was like clockwork, as if it was all meant to be this way. Drenn's wild attack was more than enough to knock Jasper's lightsaber from his hand. The slash made contact, the tip of his opponent's lightsaber slicing through his chestplate like hot butter. The sear against his skin was minimal, but enough to trigger his pain receptors in a significant way. The Jedi Master, however, didn't falter. He was going to carry the momentum.

As the blade's arc passed by him in an upward slash, Jasper reached out and grabbed hold of Drenn's hilt with his mechanical arm. He then proceeded to reach over to his mechanical arm with his organic hand, ripping a crossbow bolt out of the weapon hidden within the prosthetic. His movements weren't wild like Drenn's, rather calculated and deliberate. His limbs moved like hydraulics, as though his instincts were preplanned and calculated. With one powerful swing of his arm, Jasper would move to plunge the bolt into his opponent's chest.

His lightsaber, still ignited, would clatter against and sear the floor behind him.

 

[B/U-800 "Evelina"]

Location: Citadel of Rur
Objective: Capture the Computer Core
Tag: Mechu Deru

A trio of hulking, black-framed war droids marched down the hall in a ponderous, yet unceasing advance, their luminescent crimson optics bearing down on the last standing Crusader Knight while their arm-integrated particle dischargers unleashed storms of superheated death. The warrior's white-hued blade moved in a flurry of light as he deflected the incoming particle bolts. However, with the burns struck through his armor having singed much of the soft flesh beneath and the high volume of unrelenting fire coming his way, it was nigh-impossible for him to counterattack.

It might have been only a matter of seconds before he was finally struck down.

However, just before the Crusader was fully overwhelmed, a flying chakram tore past his head before bisecting one of the advancing war droids straight through its torso, causing the top half of the automaton to collapse to the ground as its lower half—the legs—marched on for a few moments longer. A second chakram caught a war droid in its neck, decapitating the automaton and leaving its headless chassis standing eerily in place. The last remaining war droid made to turn around, its optics scanning for the source of the new threat. However, the automaton was far too slow. The assassin’s form shimmered into visibility as she vaulted over the towering automaton, before landing to its opposite side and slashing her gauntlet-mounted vibroblade through both of the droid’s legs at the knee joints. The final blow came in the form of a thrust delivered straight through the droid’s optics, instantly destroying its data-core and causing the automaton to slump over as the blade was torn free in a shower of sparks.

Evelina turned around, her breathing heavy and rasping as she met glances with the last standing Crusader Knight, who offered her a grateful nod in turn. The Butterfly quickly moved towards the main computer, before pulling out her medpac from its place on her belt and tending to the slumped-over Knight nearby.

“The core,” Evelina spoke up as she looked over the Knight’s injuries before turning to look towards the other Crusader who was positioned by the computer terminal—a young woman with jet black hair done up in pigtails. “Is it secure? Do we have it?” The Butterfly asked, her tone slightly hoarse from her brief suffocation.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Princess Wrath
  
  • Arms
    
    • Energy Net Projector - R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Butterfly Tiara - Energy (2)
• Butterfly Tiara - Sonic (2)
• Blaster Pistol
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (4)
• Pink Vapor Spray Gas Canister (2)
• Kinetic Concussion Grenade (2)
• Probe Droid

 

[Braze]

TAGS: B/U-800 "Evelina" Mechu Deru

A numbing darkness enveloped him, a heavy, suffocating shroud that dulled Braze's awareness as his thoughts tumbled like debris in a storm—colliding in fragmented memories: half-forgotten battles, and faces he couldn't place, twisting and distorting into ominous shadows. However, drowning within that pitch of abyss and despair, a faint, insistent tether reached for him, cutting through the blackness like a knife. A voice drifted from the depths of the void, distant and gentle, a haunting whisper murmured from across the stars.

"What's wrong, little starlight?"

The voice was soft and soothing, like a lullaby seeping into his fractured consciousness, clawing through the fog of despair like a melody he thought he'd long forgotten. It wrapped around him, tender and steady, offering something real to hold onto in this terrifyingly, dark moment. Clinging desperately to that intangible thread, Braze felt a faint, almost imperceptible spark—a touch of warmth rekindling his spirit, fighting against the insatiable chill of death. He hadn't heard that voice in years; how could it be? It felt impossible. He was gone… and yet here he was, suspended between agony and the bittersweet promise of that familiar presence.

"You got hurt again, didn't you? It's okay to feel it—it's okay to be scared… I promise, this pain won't last forever. You're so strong, even if it doesn't feel that way right now."

The voice was calming, drenched in honeyed warmth, tender and soft; Braze's heart stirred. His eyes fluttered open, wide and frightened, as the world around him swam into focus, fragments of a nightmarish landscape swirling into view. He strained to make sense of his surroundings, desperate to find the source of that voice.

A wave of panic seized him, and he gasped, reaching for the Force as his senses blurred in the haze of confusion. Warm, crystalline tears stung his eyes, brought forth by a deep, sorrowful ache radiating from his heart—a wound that time had yet to heal.

It was his father's voice—the man he had long believed had abandoned him.

His breathing quickened, and instinctively he reached for the Force again, grasping at its steadying presence as his mind fought to stay anchored.

Then he felt her—Evelina's presence, distant and fading, her footsteps growing softer, leaving him to the relentless mercy of his own suffering, a cruel abandonment he would have despised if it didn't come wrapped in unsettling clarity. Anger didn't rise within him; it was stifled beneath a blanket of strange, cold calm. She hadn't chosen this path any more than he had. She was just another piece, another child twisted into the Empire's iron grip.

"One little step at a time, okay? Every time you get up, you get a little stronger… a little braver. So don't rush—take your time. Breathe. We'll breathe together."

With immense effort, he focused on the rhythm of his breath, drawing in a slow, shaky inhale that felt like fire spreading through his lungs. His throat gurgled painfully, and a spurt of warm blood sprayed from his lips with painful coughs of red mist painting his helmet with his own vitality. The tremors coursing through his small frame were involuntary convulsions, the early signs of his body yielding to death's embrace. The pain was vibrant; a burning, raw and biting sensation that pulsed with each fading heartbeat. He clawed desperately back from the precipice of oblivion, feeling a rush of energy stitch together the ragged seams of his fading spirit as the Force surged around him, filling in the broken places, lending his fragile form a formidable strength.

He could feel the Force around him, welcoming him, urging him to grasp hold of its strength and let it carry him. A surge of energy swept through him, rejuvenating him like a wave breaking against worn shores. Shifting his awareness inward, he reached for Curato Salva, letting its healing wash over him as he slipped into a strange, dreamlike Trance. His blood-soaked fingers moved almost instinctively toward his medical supplies, guided by a Force beyond his conscious will. This mysterious energy was steady, insistent, aligning his movements and offering a quiet strength, one that he surrendered to fully.

As blurred images phased through his blood-soaked visor, Braze caught glimpses of the world around him in slow, dreamlike waves. Objects floated in midair, suspended in a surreal display of the Force, twisting and turning with each of his ragged breaths—a grotesque and jarring glimpse of reality slashed through the fragile veil of his consciousness.

With a shaking hand, he fumbled to remove his helmet, dragging in a cool, sharp breath, raw and untainted. A Bota M9-A2 berry floated into reach, and he guided it to his mouth, the taste an agonizing mixture of sweetness and the metallic tang of his own blood, sharp and sickeningly bitter.

Slowly, Braze pushed himself upright, muscles coiling with newfound yet borrowed strength as the Force surged around him like a tempest, sharpening his awareness. The medical supplies floated toward him in a surreal flowing path, weaving through the haze of pain and doubt. In a desperate bid for survival, he injected himself with both Aspha Serum and Reanimation Serum Aurek , feeling the immediate, jarring shock as agony tore through him. His senses roared back to life with violent clarity, nerves flooding with sensation. He rolled onto his side, biting down on his gauntlet to muffle the blood curtaling scream that sharply ripped from his throat.

Staggering, he made an unsteady attempt to stand, pain ignited in every nerve, as he struggled to his feet, unsteady and dizzy, his boot slipping in the slick pool of his own blood, flecked with shards of bone. His trembling form found a moment of rest as he leaned heavily against the wall, teeth gritted and vision clouded in a crimson haze. Barely standing, he refused to yield to his wounds, refusing to submit to the void creeping at the edges of his consciousness. There was still something he had to do.

Ignoring the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, he took a staggering step forward. Through the Force, he reached out once more, his call faint as he reaching across the distance to Jasper. ( Jasper Kai'el )

"I'm still fighting, Master… do not mourn for me."​

Braze trailed behind Evelina like a shadow, ensnared by an otherworldly haze that clouded his senses. Battered and bleeding, his shattered body defied the primal urge to collapse, as every staggering step left a trail of blood. Flickering in and out of existence, his form shimmered at the edges as he blinked through space, suddenly manifesting in the room with an intensity that burned with fierce resolve.

The air thickened, drenched with the unmistakable scent of flashbang incense, a deceptive veil cloaking his lethal intent in a shroud of calm. From the depths of his anguish, a maelstrom of deadly instruments took form around him, whirling in a chaotic swarm of murderous potential—thirty weapons or more, each humming with malevolent energy, an ominous herald of destruction. Darts, grenades, and detonators sprung to life, swirling into a lethal halo that encircled him, poised to unleash havoc at his command.

In the heartbeat before devastation erupted, a blinding flash ignited, consuming the room in a searing white-hot brilliance that annihilated the shadows. Behind its cover, the cloud of weaponry surged forward, explosions tearing through the silence, scattering ruinous power into every corner. Fires flared, freezing blasts cracked through the air, and razor-sharp metal shards sliced through the haze like vengeful spirits unleashed from some forsaken realm.

At the eye of this tempest, Braze stood unyielding, fierce—as he summoned a Force wind to hurl the contents of the E.G.G.S toward his enemies. He had become an embodiment of fury and defiance, his entire form engulfed in searing blue flames, self-immolating as the thermite charge exploded in a flash of brutal, incandescent fury. The 5 lbs of thermite wove into the chaos, detonating with a thunderous roar, a final declaration of his existence in a world where he was teetering on the brink of annihilation.

[Cloud of Death Contains the Following]

Spoiler

• BA-K177 Kamino Saberdarts X15
• E.G.G.S. x10
• Thermal detonator (Class-A thermal detonator) x5
• G-20 Glop grenade "Impact" x5
• C-22 fragmentation grenade x5
• WW-41 CryoBan grenade) X5
• Serenity Flashbang Incense
• Mini Adhesive Grenade (x2)
• Mini CryoBan Grenade (x1)
• Mini Concussion Grenade (x1)
• Mini Flash-bang Grenade (x1)
• Mini Gas Grenade (x1)
• Mini Fragmentation Grenade (x2)
• Mini G-20 Glop Grenade (x1)
• Mini Sonic Detonator (x1)
• Mini Smoke Grenade (x1)
• Mini Plasma Grenade (x1)
• Mini Stun Grenade (x1)
• Mini Thermal Detonator (x1)
• 5 Lbs bag of Thermite

Gear

Sabers:
Training lightsaber [Normal] |
Gauntlet Shield [Katar + Shield] |
Corsage [Dueling Foil +Gun] |
Calypso [Hand an a half + Board Saber] |
Sentry [Parrying Dagger] |
Requiem [Light Foil] |
Echo [Two handed with Crossguard] |
Resurgence [Two handed with Crossguard] |
Whirlwind [Chin Kama] |
Twilight [Polearm] |
Nightshade [Throwing Knives]
Hot 'n' Heavy Compensator [ War Maul]
Troublemaker's Trickblade [Dual Spinning Saber / Chakram]
Voice of the Wind Krysteel Sword

Crystals:
Amplification |
Serenity |
Phantom Ghostfire |
Frostheart |
Entropite |
Tiger's Fang |
Mindshatter |
Echos |
Mestare |
Melee: Knife

Ranged:
Fang |
G.O.O. Gun |
Phantom |
Chiru Tranquilizer Rifle|
FFS- Quiver Trigger - Grip / Stock |
FFS- I. S.P.Y. : Scope |
FFS- H.A.R.M. - Shroud

Thowing :
BA-K177 Kamino Saberdarts X15
E.G.G.S. x10 |
Thermal detonator (Class-A thermal detonator) x5 |
G-20 Glop grenade "Impact" x5 |
C-22 fragmentation grenade x5 |
WW-41 CryoBan grenade) X5
Telescopic stun grenade staff
Serenity Flashbang Incense


Equipped Gear:
Neck: Lightveil Circlet | Charms x3 | Amulate |
Chest: Light Armor [Integrated in to armor | Boots | Gauntlets | Mask/Helm | ]
Belt: FFS- Utility Belt
Left Hand: Compass Ring | BCA - Solid State Hologram Tool Band

Other Items:
Survival Kit |
FSP - Besh ( Advanced Force Suppression Drug )
Sil-Alert Stim
Trauma Care Package
Trauma Kit
Trauma Spray
Aspha Serum
TS-N Healing Serum (For those allergic to Bacta)
Reanimation Serum Aurek
PharmaTech BioStamp
PharmaTech DNA Identi-Kit
Bota M9-A2: Berries
FFS-RIP-Cell: Power Cell |
Vixen's Vault |
In the Zone Compact, Mister, and Lipstick|
Essence of Zeltros DUST Compact|
Lekkuphoira|
S.I.N. Devaronian Blood-Poison Nail Polish|
5 Lbs bag of Thermite |

Ships:
Ashwing - Starfighters
Phantomray Stealth Assault Interceptor Fitted with Werlaara Stealth Suite

Warmount:
Dragon Knight

Guardian:
AX-01 Vanguard Mark I
[Character Bio]

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[Mechu Deru]

Objective: III - The Citadel
Location: Citadel of Rur - Sella’s consciousness inside the main computer
Equipment:

• ICA-1 Imperial Crusader Armor
• Lightsaber
• Slicing Equipment

Tags: Jonyna Si | B/U-800 "Evelina" | Braze

Sella came completely back through into reality. The knight on her left was leaning on her shoulder. If he wasn’t gone, it wouldn’t be long. They should probably have done what they could to grab the knight and start off, but then Sella noticed the owls were no longer circling, the other knight was gone and security droids the likes she’d never seen were starting to advance. The knight did what he could, but it took the intervention of another to save them. When the small young woman with Atrisian characteristics asked about the computer core, Sella sighed and shook her head. ”Core was taken long ago it seems. But I got the next best thing. Data on how to make our own…” the sigh turned into a bit of a grin.

Then Sella turned to the knight who seemed to be recovering. ”We should collect our fallen comrade. He’s not going to make it but…” Before she could finish a terrible feeling hit Sella through the bond with the Grandmaster. The knight seemed to stagger a bit as well.

”The Grandmaster needs us. We have to go. We need to go fast!!”

There was a bit of guilt in Sella as she turned and started to run back in the direction they had come from. The Grandmaster was hurt. Maybe dying. Sella might have been the freshest physically of the trio, but she couldn’t wait to make sure that the others could keep up. The Grandmaster was a loss the Empire could not accept. Not after the Emperor on Dac. So she ran and hoped….

 

[Drenn]

Tags: Jasper Kai'el

He felt a flicker of confidence surge within as the blade sliced through the air, grazing the Jedi’s armor with a hiss. The excitement of their duel continued coursing through his veins, igniting the belief that he was capable of turning the tide.

But before he could fully embrace that spark, a jarring pain shot through his entire being, piercing the layers of his armor as though they were no different than the black cloak that so often adorned his powerful frame. Driven behind brutal force, the bolt was embedded deep in his chest. The Crusader felt himself stagger, holding onto the lightsaber hilt that seemed to be locked in Jasper's steel grasp.

His vision blurred, but he could still see his opponent's calculated movements in the dim light. There was an eerie grace to his actions; Jasper was a machine in flesh. Each inhale now felt more labored, and darkness threatened to swallow him whole. Drenn could also taste the metallic tang of blood, a harsh reminder that death was near. Still, as his life was slipping away, there was no panic clawing at his heart; instead, he felt an unsettling calm.

His gaze settled in the direction of Jasper's lightsaber, its vibrant blade being the only reason he was capable of spotting it through the haze. It was the last beacon of hope, and in a final attempt to cling to it, he released a single hand from his own hilt. With a final burst of effort, the Crusader stretched out his hand, channeling every last ounce of strength into a desperate attempt to utilize the Force.

"This is where it ends for both of us," he murmured. His opponent's weapon was torn from the ground, drawing towards his outstretched fingers. Drenn refused to go down without a fight; he was determined to bring the Jedi down with him in a final act of vengeance, with one final blow.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Teckla Tane

Hate.

That was a word she seldom used. Jonyna didn't hate anything. Even the Imperials, she couldn't bring herself to. Jonyna drew her sword back, knowing her opponent had no way of truly besting her. With a flick of the blade, Jonyna spat Teckla's own blood back at her.

"No. You won a small victory. Congratulations. Now you know how I felt." Jonyna snarled. "Every victory of yours will be small. Every battle hardfought. I hope your Empire has the will to weather the storm. None of the last ones did. And history has a tendency to...repeat itself." Jonyna paused, staring the wheezing Imperial Knight down. "I bested you this day, Master of Nothing. Take your small victory, take your title and your Empire, and choke on it. I'm not interested in hearing you brag."

And just like that, she walked away. The only sound was that of songsteel being sheathed, and a burst of flame as Jonyna disappeared into the maze of the station.

She had proven her point. She had defeated the Grandmaster, and proven it a hollow title.

The Sentinel of Harmony would rteturn one day to burn this Empire to the ground. For now though, she would watch from afar, knowing the Empire's best couldn't hold a candle to her.

FINAL POST

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Citadel of Rur
Tags: Drenn

Lightsaber
​

"This is where it ends for both of us," he murmured. His opponent's weapon was torn from the ground, drawing towards his outstretched fingers. Drenn refused to go down without a fight; he was determined to bring the Jedi down with him in a final act of vengeance, with one final blow.

"Sorry," Jasper sighed. "It isn't."

Jasper let go of the crossbow bolt and held out his hand. His lightsaber crystal had bonded to him through the Force, a powerful connection that had been fostered ever since he was a boy. He overpowered Drenn's call, the blade all but arching to return to his hand instead. Once the radiant lightsaber found its way back to him, the Jedi Master sheathed it at his side.

It was over.

From there, however, Jasper was not celebratory or boisterous. He was somber. Gentle. He caught Drenn as he wavered and helped him to the ground, laying him on his back. Then he turned off his golden blade, orienting it on his chest clutched in both hands. Every action was taken with nothing but the utmost respect. It was a shame, really. Perhaps in another life there would have been no need to come to blows, but that wasn't the world they lived in. With the thrill of true combat came the sorrow of defeat. Jasper would never find another warrior quite like this. It was a pain that would follow him for the rest of his life.

"Rest easy, my friend," he muttered, reaching out to close the man's eyes. "With luck, we'll meet again some day."

"I'm still fighting, Master… do not mourn for me."

"I know... Just come back... son. You need to come home with me."

Something else was moving Braze. He had felt his students lifeforce flicker out for a moment. Yet, even so, he felt alive. Not well, but alive. He had done all he could here. Jasper now had one thing left to do. With a heaviness in his step, the Jedi Master began to trudge towards the direction of Braze's signature in the Force.

He would not be leaving without his son.

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Jasper Kai'el Mechu Deru B/U-800 "Evelina"

The truth that Jasper Kai'el had sensed was as unforgiving as it was surreal. Braze's life force had indeed flickered out, slipping momentarily beyond the reach of the living, his essence skimming the precipice between life and death—a chilling brush with the oblivion of eternity. He had felt its terrifying finality, an icy certainty pulling him into the depths of the unknowable void, nudging his soul right over the edge.

Yet impossibly, Braze's mortal coil was dragged back from the ethereal abyss, yanked out of that dark oblivion and thrust violently into his body. He knew, on a primal level, that he had died, yet his mind struggled to comprehend how he was here, bewildered, trapped in a reality that now felt disturbingly alien.

Awareness seeped through his veins with a horror deeper than death itself, for his movements were not his own—his body was being puppeteered, as if by a force flung far beyond the edges of his perception. He could feel his limbs surge with unnatural vitality, yet he was powerless, only able to observe in helpless terror.

The surreal nightmare blurred by the fevered delirium of his return to life. His body moved in explosive, terrifying displays—a grotesque and violent choreography unleashed upon the room, as chaotic detonations and wild arcs of flame burst forth toward both Evelina and Mechu Deru.

Waves of destruction shimmered around him, casting his memories into vivid hallucinations superimposed atop the wildfire's flames that danced around them. Within the maelstrom, haunting flashes of tenderness surfaced—moments when he had cradled Evelina's injuries with compassion rather than wrath. These were memories that he would never betray.

Trapped within the hollow shell of his own body, Braze could only bear witness to his actions. He hadn't wanted to harm Evelina; he had done everything to show her gentleness and care. But this puppeteer controlling him was beyond his grasp, forcing him to endure the horror of watching.

Yet beneath it all, Braze feared that he was not a bystander in this nightmare; he was its unwitting architect, unable to halt the destruction wrought by his own hands. Braze felt the crushing weight of dread settle over him—this twisted resurrection, the line between master and puppet had irrevocably blurred. Though his body was alive, control had slipped beyond him, leaving him as little more than a hollow vessel, wrought with terror and despair.

It was becoming disturbingly clear that Braze was simply no longer the one guiding his actions. In truth, Braze's body was moving with the cold, ruthless precision of a seasoned killer—an individual far more experienced, far more merciless, than he could ever hope to be. Each motion was deliberate, calculated; a hunter's instincts, sharpened over decades, seemed to possess him, forcing his limbs to act with deadly efficiency. This was a predator's poise, each attack measured with an unfeeling precision, as though some invisible assassin were wielding his limbs as nothing more than tools.

The movements unfolding before him were terrifyingly unfamiliar; they carried a brutal intelligence, a methodical grace honed through years of practiced lethality. Whoever—or whatever—controlled him now had a mastery of violence Braze could only witness with horror. His consciousness struggled to make sense of this transformation, every mercilessly efficient movement a widening chasm between the gentle Padawan and the deadly force that now occupied his body.

In his mind, a torrent of panicked cries echoed, his desperate pleas to stop being drowned out by the unrelenting power compelling him forward, ignoring his sorrow, deaf to his agony. Tethered helplessly to this grisly choreography, Braze could feel only the terror of his own helplessness, trapped within his own flesh, forced to watch a clinical, brutal violence seemingly unfold from within.

In his fevered state, the distinction between himself and the puppeteer blurred. He saw himself moving with the poise and control of a master assassin, yet could scarcely recognize the detached cruelty in each action—a cold ruthlessness that belonged to those who had walked the path of shadows far longer than he had ever lived.

Braze's tears spilled freely. He wanted it all to stop, to reclaim his body and retreat from this nightmare.

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Gear

Sabers:
Training lightsaber [Normal] |
Gauntlet Shield [Katar + Shield] |
Corsage [Dueling Foil +Gun] |
Calypso [Hand an a half + Board Saber] |
Sentry [Parrying Dagger] |
Requiem [Light Foil] |
Echo [Two handed with Crossguard] |
Resurgence [Two handed with Crossguard] |
Whirlwind [Chin Kama] |
Twilight [Polearm] |
Nightshade [Throwing Knives]
Hot 'n' Heavy Compensator [ War Maul]
Troublemaker's Trickblade [Dual Spinning Saber / Chakram]
Voice of the Wind Krysteel Sword

Crystals:
Amplification |
Serenity |
Phantom Ghostfire |
Frostheart |
Entropite |
Tiger's Fang |
Mindshatter |
Echos |
Mestare |
Melee: Knife

Ranged:
Fang |
G.O.O. Gun |
Phantom |
Chiru Tranquilizer Rifle|
FFS- Quiver Trigger - Grip / Stock |
FFS- I. S.P.Y. : Scope |
FFS- H.A.R.M. - Shroud

Thowing :
BA-K177 Kamino Saberdarts X15
E.G.G.S. x10 |
Thermal detonator (Class-A thermal detonator) x5 |
G-20 Glop grenade "Impact" x5 |
C-22 fragmentation grenade x5 |
WW-41 CryoBan grenade) X5
Telescopic stun grenade staff
Serenity Flashbang Incense


Equipped Gear:
Neck: Lightveil Circlet | Charms x3 | Amulate |
Chest: Light Armor [Integrated in to armor | Boots | Gauntlets | Mask/Helm | ]
Belt: FFS- Utility Belt
Left Hand: Compass Ring | BCA - Solid State Hologram Tool Band

Other Items:
Survival Kit |
FSP - Besh ( Advanced Force Suppression Drug )
Sil-Alert Stim
Trauma Care Package
Trauma Kit
Trauma Spray
Aspha Serum
TS-N Healing Serum (For those allergic to Bacta)
Reanimation Serum Aurek
PharmaTech BioStamp
PharmaTech DNA Identi-Kit
Bota M9-A2: Berries
FFS-RIP-Cell: Power Cell |
Vixen's Vault |
In the Zone Compact, Mister, and Lipstick|
Essence of Zeltros DUST Compact|
Lekkuphoira|
S.I.N. Devaronian Blood-Poison Nail Polish|
5 Lbs bag of Thermite |

Ships:
Ashwing - Starfighters
Phantomray Stealth Assault Interceptor Fitted with Werlaara Stealth Suite

Warmount:
Dragon Knight

Guardian:
AX-01 Vanguard Mark I
[Character Bio]

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