The Siege of Commenor [TSE/CSA]

[Mythos]

Location: Senate Hall
Objective: Defeat The Jedi. [member="Aten Ramses"]

It was a walk that Mythos wished he did not have, he got up too fast and walked too fast, became dizzy. The power of the Axe came into effect, it's corruption seeping through his veins now that he did not have it. The Axe of Adas was a blessing and a curse, when in it's possession one was more powerful but now without it it's visions came back. The Porgs as the say had come to roost. He was not in the senate hall anymore, hell he wasn't even in commenor. Mythos was in Korriban close to about twenty thousand years in the past before anything similar to Ajunta Pall even showed his face. The enemy was no jedi either it was Rakkatan Empire, whatever that even meant to the tribes of the Ax weilder. A seizure took over before he snapped his arm and the ax spun to his hand from the heping pile of stone and rubble it laid under. Mythos knew telekinesis as well as the jedi, his however was different, it was not localized and centered, it was what the studied would call an area of effect. It stuck to his hand, fury claiming his actions, his lightsabers knocked away as foam fell from his mouth in the seizure.

As suddenly as it began it stopped, his eyes poped open like two golden globes with a single slit of darkness, feline like. In his mind nothing of this was happening, he was whitnessing the battle of korriban, the final one that broke the ship. He had seen this vision in his dreams a thousand times but today was different. He laid in a sarcophagus for a year during the Empire of Ancient Eye, his abscence leading to the ruin of his worlds, this was because he regained his axe from where he had buried it... it cost him everything before. Not anymore.

He had paid the price to control the Ax and now it was like when he was king, now he ruled over the artifact as a weapon. The slit of darkness fell and the feline look of his eyes faded. He was now back in control. Shaking his head and feeling around him he sensed the light close by, clipped on both his lightsabers and headed to meet the light while holding the axe in both hands. He knew the visions would come again, he needed to end this fight fast. His mind only focused on one thing, finding and killing the jedi and finishing the mission in the name of The Sith Empire to then boast of his victories among the Brotherhood of the Sith as the light died.

It was not long before he saw his opponent and he was done boasting and playing around. He knew very well that his concussion was a price to pay to keep his elbow intact, he knew Mara had in a way saved his skin. He was done making mistakes and underestimating the Jedi, he took his prescence as if he was fighting the grandmaster of the jedi order. The jedi brought his hand up to challenge Mythos. Mythos in turn raised his hand and then brought it down with his palm open, wave of power behind it. Using his mastery of Telekiensis Mythos brought down one of the statues of the Senate Council chambers on him. With his right hand he readied his axe to cleave him in half.

"I'm going to show you who I am"

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Mara Rockwell"]
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[Vallory]

Vallory felt herself pulled, stunned by the sudden force. She attempted resisting but clearly this force user was on a much higher level than her own. And before she knew it, the Twilek had her in her grasp. The Vahla Sith tried wriggling, trying to kick her legs up in an attempt to flip out of her grasp, so it was no use. Then an idea came to her. Looking to [member="Ithnan Cryo"], she turned her head slightly. "You'll find this hostage is more...bite than bark" and then after her catchy one liner, she extended her fangs out. Then plunged them into the Twileks upper arm, trying to get her to loosen the hold.

[member="Stardust Australis Skirae"]

 

[Darben Skirae]

Darben Skirae ducked down as some blaster fire went past their target, his wife [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"]. His guards fired back, trying not to hit the Twilek force user. Darben stayed down, not even daring to come up. He was afraid, afraid of what he might see. But then a guard fell, clutching their shoulder. Another knelt by them, checking if they were all right. His wife needed his help. So, he did what may have been stupid courage, or just plain stupid and picked up their blaster, aiming, and firing in the general direction of the fighting in an attempt to help his wife.
[member="Ithnan Cryo"]

 

[Ithnan Cryo]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JE2a8_Y3bkE
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Location: Underground tunnels
Enemies: [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] , [member="Darben Skirae"]
Allies: [member="Vallory"], TSE, and allies

As the Twilek charged, the deflected bolts flew back towards a few if the troopers landing cleanly against their armored bodies. However, the shots only knocked them down for a few moments before they got back up and reclaimed solid footing. New armor, something the research labs and engineers of the empire had cooked up. It was highly resilient to blaster fire and was prized on making the Sith troopers say sturdier nuisance than before. Ithnan had heard a few f them gushing over it on the way here and wasn't surprised to see that it worked. The Empire rarely cut corners when warfare was involved.

Ithnan had a large devilish grin on his face as the Twilek and he came to blows for a split second, trying to overpower the other. Seeing as there would be no clear victor in the initial clash he allowed himself to be pushed back as to gain some space and reevaluate an entry of attack. "Overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer" he chimed back at the Twilek. "I have just the right amount." with a smirk he watched her eyes look behind her. Was she expecting help? A single Jedi wouldn't be enough to reclaim a supply depot. It had to be the only option. Before he had the chance to pull back his ally she was already in the clutches of the Twilek. He could tell from her control of the force that this wasn't some padawan, they had tempered skill.

"if you value your friends life...you will surrender "

Friend? They were no more than a person who flew the same colors as he did. Were the Jedi truly as naive as he was told? He would sooner cut through the girl if it ensured victory then worry about her well being. Regardless he wasn't one to waste potential talent and despite her demeanor, he knew the dark side had some plan for the girl. The Twilek had threatened death with no trial a second before, now she was offering surrender as an option. He wanted to laugh at the demand. A bluff. It had to be. Would the Twilek choose death over a meaningless hostage? Ithnan was eager to find out.

Ready to order the men to focus fire the Twilek he was instead forced to block a few blaster bolts that had come his way, deflecting into the walls and lights leaving partial illumination. Sharing a brief glance with the Sith girl he was left surprised, the sith had some fight in her after all. Watching her bite down on the Jedi's arm, he took the moment of mass chaos and confusion to rush at the Jedi, motioning to strike at her. Blaster fire continued to race toward him as he grew closer and closer, that was until a stray blast stopped him in his tracks as he waved it away with his saber. He looked where it had come from and his eyes met the man who had fired it. Not wasting time on the minor threats he didn't let the shot hinder him as he once again aimed for the Twilek, bringing his saber vertically down at her.

Getting back into a firing position and looking for any cover they could the troopers began to return fire to the blasts now coming their direction opposite them. It had evolved into a full-on firefight as the two sides exchanged back and forth barking different call-outs over their coms and warily popping their bodies out to take trained shots against the Twileks fighters.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Location: Senate Halls
Equipment: See Sig
Enemies: [member="Mythos"], The Sith Empire

The darkness that was Mythos transformed from what Aten had once noticed as an aura to a pillar of darkness. The power now evident in the Sith’s form as the darkness grew filling the interior of the Senate chambers. This was more than the average Sith, this was no ambitious acolyte, no skilled knight, this was a Master of the dark. A Sith Lord that Aten now faced, and yet the Jedi stood tall his stance never changing, nor his demeanor. The Jedi were some of the few beings in the galaxy that could stand against the Sith, the day they turned to run from that task what were they truly? How could they ever call themselves protectors? They were the defenders of the light, against the assailants of the dark.

There Aten stood, no words shared between him and Mythos as the Sith answered his challenge, not in a conventional way, however. The Sith raised his own hand and brought it down. A motion Aten was all too familiar with. Behind the Jedi the sound of shattering duracrete, and the screech of the bronzium statue as it was torn free reached his ears. His feet already in position, Aten’s left leg bent at the knee, his right copying the other, his body tucked in slightly. Straightening his body, extending his legs and kicking off the ground. Aten’s body was flung to his right, carrying him out of the path of the falling statue as it slammed to the ground crushing a section of the senate chairs beneath its weight. The entire chamber seemed to shake from the impact, bits of stone flew out pelting into Aten’s body and bouncing off his combat outfit harmlessly.

Body tucking in the air, Aten completed his side-flip landing in a crouch. Right leg extended outwards bracing itself, his left hand pressed to the ground, right arm raised the saber still activated in Aten’s grip. Head tilting up, the Morellian’s Lavender eyes would lock with the Sith’s. Left hand reaching out to the side where the statue had fell Aten’s will reached out, a tendril of energy. Not to claim the statue and throw it like Mythos had, but to the remains of a lone senatorial chair. Seizing it in the force Aten brought his left hand forward, index and middle finger pointed at Mythos. The upper portion which had once been part of a chair lifted free of the ground and was then propelled with such speed and ferocity that it resembled a disk as it whistled through the air at Mythos’ waist.

 

[Mereel Vaun]

Objective: Fight
All Equipment: In sig. links
Relevant Equipment: Durasteel Mandalorian Armor, Lightsaber
Allies: CSA Soldiers
Enemies: [member="Tehkyram"] | Sith Imperial Legion Troopers

He guessed going in that his own strength would likely prove no match against the lumbering Sith's, and it seemed he had been correct. If his struggling footwork and tensing arms hadn't already been enough of an indicator of that, the Karkadon's gleefully murderous stare into his T-visor would have clued him in. The locked sabers inched ever closer towards him.

Of course, he still had enough energy to continue his taunting through strained breaths, "Fish.. eyes... give me the fething creeps."

The blade of his own lightsaber was slowly pushed back, the hilt being moving back closer and closer towards his chest faster than he could get his feet to walk backwards. Whitish blue light collided with ocean blue armor and red sparks began flying from a diagonal mark on the surface of his breastplate as the durasteel began glowing red hot.

"Fierfek."

His voice was a hiss as the super-heated metal sent heat through the suit's heavy synthmesh body glove. His chest felt like it was on fire.

Mereel closed his eyes and stopped walking as his senses retreated into the force.

He could have let the emotions of the battlefield wash into him, or he could have called on his own primal will to survive like he frequently had before joining the Jedi Order, but his Master had done a good job revealing to him that neither suited him well in battle. He inhaled slowly and his thoughts emptied. His skin may have been burning, but he only felt calm focus when he reopened his eyes.

Newfound strength rushed into his arms, and he cleared his resting blade on his chest with a hard forward shove. His feet danced back and to the left in an attempt to break away from the lock, and he allowed his left hand to fall away from the lightsaber hilt to rest close to his hip.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Beth grinned widely as she returned the tight hug with [member="Kat Decoria"]. All her previous nervousness about the awkward situation between the two and their respective factions dissipated pretty quickly. It was nice to have a friend during the siege and ultimately, the politics of their nations could be put aside. Just because their governments didn't like each other didn't mean they had to follow that philosophy. In either case, she stepped back after their hug with a sigh.

"I mean, I don't really know... I'm just assuming it's going to fall. When the Sith want to raze and pillage... They tend to figure a way to do it." Maybe Beth was just being... Paranoid. But considering [member="Darth Carnifex"] had just managed to get all the way to Sabarene due to her adopted sisters Force scream in record time, she could only assume the worst would happen. Her skin shivered as she thought about where she had just come from - she could only hope Baiko and Adara were okay. Well, in truth, Beth assumed Carnifex would treat Adara like a Princess. It was more Baiko that she was worried about.

Beth gave Kat a big grin though as she said she'd come, "Sweet! I'm glad!" She sighed, "They're family a weird Mandalorian Clan adopted way. Lady Kay's my adopted aunt through them or something. And I know that Veiere was in Sith captivity." She wasn't about to say it was Alkor who turned him over to them. Merc jobs could be brutal. "So it might just be like Lady Kay and maybe Caedyn and Lori." She shrugged. They were powerful, but she felt like she needed to do something to help them if she could.

Beth ran with Kat towards the Palace but... Beth realized as they came up to the shield that it ended and the Royal grounds were protected by a separate shield. She groaned, why weren't both under the same darn shield? Of course, it would be. Beth sighed. "Any idea how to get to the other side?" She asked, somewhat defeatedly. "Maybe we should just help get people into the bunkers. I just have a bad feeling. I mean, granted, everyone does with this blanket of evil."

 

[Koda Fett]

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Predatory Instincts​

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The Bounty Hunter persisted in his pursuit, albeit one that was soft, silent and unseen. There was a generous distance between Arenais and himself, and there was certainly a plethora of flora to shield one behind throughout such a thing. Each foot's placement had been carefully monitored, considered with precision, lest he create a sound unbefitting of ambience. Attracting the most minuscule amount of attention that was capable of blowing the entirety of this to the wind. Not only was he to lose the element of surprise, but the ability to discover the tunnel that was bound to turn the tide of this battle. His interest in Veiere was based solely on the potential of opportunity. Beyond that? Arenais was nothing more than a Jedi that Carnifex wanted dead. There wasn't exactly anything new in that statement, either.

​It was the raging winds that breathed through the forest that had filled Fett's auditory sensors. There truly wasn't much beyond that and that and subtle movements of foliage against foliage. The T-Visor that rest over his face had become fixated upon the Jedi, pivoting with every direction. Fett didn't dare enter the structure, assuming that Arenais was bound to come back out. You never fought anybody on their terms, and with Veiere presumably wielding a Lightsaber? It was sure to be foolish if nothing else.

As a result, Koda remained in wait. Concealed by dense foliage, watching the Jedi from the visor for he hadn't exceeded a hundred metre range just yet. As Veiere had claimed, Fett was a patient man.

[member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[Rook Lokar]

Whatever.

There wasn't a way out of Chasin City even if he was within the YT-1500, anyhow. The Smuggler assumed that if the Sith were in the City, they were to lockdown the spaceport, too. It made sense in his head, in fairness, to keep the citizens and royalty locked within Chasin City. They could run, they could hide, but ultimately be found and gunned down. That was the part Rook's mind hadn't bothered dwelling on, at least not yet. For now he was more concerned with locating his 'partner', the Jedi, even if he hadn't a clue that she was a Jedi. Sure to be a shocking twist of events upon that discovery, with more confused staring than any truthful questions.

It was with the R2 Unit, R2-C4, that Rook traversed the streets. The two remained concealed, ducking in and out of the shadows to avoid any and all members of the Sith Empire that roamed with deadly intent. A soft, electronic whine escaped the Droid, and Rook's only response was a sigh. His Blaster remained firmly gripped within his right hand, whilst his left kept a keen eye on the communicator, constantly browsing in an attempt to locate Ayessa.

She was bound to be here somewhere.

[member="Ayessa Kroan"], [member="Rohak Vizsla"]

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Chasin City
On the outskirts of the shield, near the water.

Interacting With │ [member="Alexandra Feanor"] │ [member="Taeli Raaf"] (?)
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Maliphant watched the Jedi, eyeing her for the soonest movement towards the spear next to her; how peculiar he likely looked, glancing her up and down before simply shaking his head with a crooked smile. His voice came in hints of rolling silver and cushioned velvet;

“No, I don’t drink.”, he said with a shake of his head. “What I’m curious on however, is why you’re just…”

A pause, a shrug of his shoulders as he motioned to her;

“Why you’re just sitting there.”

The Sith idly pulled his lightsaber from its hilt, though he didn’t ignite it, simply using it to emphasize some unsaid point as it landed on each syllable;

“You don’t see the war surrounding you?”, using his free hand he brushed a few loose silver strands behind his ear before motioning her to stand;

“Come on, get up. I have a job to do, and you’re in the way.”

With that, he flourished the blade in a somewhat familiar makashi salute; though he did so without the blade being on, though she’d see a few afterimages of its movements that made it look as though another four hints of a saber moved in tandem, though slower, than the unignited hilt. Its nature was elusive, enigmatic at worst, but dark; the likely result of alchemy.

 

[Ursula Vizla]

Objective: Defend the city, main line.
Location: Main line.
Gear (As it goes): Black Fligh suit, Osseus Class ExoSkeleton, Legacy System Beskar’gam (equipped with: Jetpack with two individual thrusters, one wrist rocket launchers, two cortosis gauntlets, two crushgaunts, one wrist mounted retractable vibroblades, and two wrist flamethrowers, one Mandalorian Power Shield, and one KE-1 Shoulder Mounted Slugthrower), AIMX-01 "Buckler" Energy Shield Cybernetic Arm, VT-Spark Gauntlet, armorweare black cape with Vizla symbol in the back in red ink, pair of R82 jump boots, Utility Belt (equipped with: Two thermal detonators, one grappling spike launcher, ammo, one comlink, one EX-324 Serum Subjects, four hand granades, four Chrysalis, The Illicit Combat Enhancement).
Armory: One custom made Masamune, four Shiva Knifes, one personal disruptor, two VT-RAM Disruptor, one Baragwin heavy repeating blaster.
Crew: (50) Mandalorian from Clan Vizla.
Others: (04) ACS-302 Heavy Assault Droid, (02) Sparrow Drone, (02) Reaver Specialist Droid, (04) Harbinger War Droid, (04) Guardia Battle Droid, (04) LK War-X and (01) Basilisk War Droid.
Engaging: Rohak Vizsla

As the fight went on, Ursula stayed behind the shield, reload the guns and wait, she stood watching as the first lines shot the enemies down. The soldiers of the Commenor were quite the sight to behold, but she was actually interested in seeing if the damn Jedi would come up the front lines.
“Commander, we have a problem.”, she heard the deep tone of voice in her com on the helmet. Recognizing immediately the slow sound of Bundys voice.

“More Carnivores?”, Ursula asked, she was already getting tired of this and thinking that it would not take long for real troubles to show themselves for the defenders.

“Got a reading with the drones, i believe were mandalorian. Not far ahead in a few covers, drones were shot before i could get a full reading.”, that made Ursula curse in a loud and pissed off tone with her voice. One that forced her to take off the helmet with one hand, allowing the wind to blow her red fiery hair away, while her hazel eyes kept looking all over the lines. In her field of vision, Ursula saw man dying, soldiers fighting for money and morals, others for glory and fame.

“Had to be mandalorians.”, but she was actually wondering where they were. Probably some shady rats, to avoid a fair fight, or maybe in disadvantage on their numbers, or maybe they were actually smart and were buying their time to pierce through their lines. “Like hell you will.”, that said, Vizla got the helmet back in her head, whistling to the mandalorians near the heavy droids. “Get the Wookie Launchers, blow every single cover in the next twenty meters between our lines. Oy, tank boys. Go.”, the droids replied with a silent confirmation, and as twelve of her warriors started to load the launchers, Ursula shouted a loud growl to ten soldiers to take the CSA defenders around them and form a line of defense so they would not get interrupted as they shot the missiles.

The target was every building, tree, large rock and whatever stood in their perimeter to be blow back to hell.
“Lock on targets and fire at will.”, Ursula said to her back, walking back to the lines just after the shield. The mandalorian warriors paid close attention, explosions like that would bring them to the fold, if not, well, dust to dust. “Time for fireworks.”, she said to herself as the launchers and droids started to shot in their targets.

 

[Zef Halo]

Museum of Arts and History, Chasin City
Commenor
w/ a band of a dozen and a half privateers
Disengaging [member="Ursula Vizla"]
Engaging [member="Ayessa Kroan"] & possibly [member="Rook Lokar"]

A quarter of the privateers turned into ash before the band of pirates was finally able to reach the museum. With massive windows acting as the building's facade, the museum now looked more like an unfinished construction as all the glass had shattered due to the fighting. Naturally, some opportunists had reached the museum before the pirates but they were small time rats. Rohak and the crew didn't really hesitate to put a few blaster shots in them as they tried to flee at the sight of the pirates.

"Oi, Sith promised loot, kark is this, like?" Vruun muttered as he held in his hands an abstract painting. "Look like sumfin ah druu wid me toes, like."

"Yer a fethin' fool, Vrun, lad. 'avent ye heard about collectors? Rich folk wid a taste. Unlike ya, ya fethin' toothless sun uf a schutta."

"Who u callin' a sun uf a schutta, marra? i'll shank u bruv."

"Shut it and start taking everything that's behind a frame." Rohak interrupted their meaningless chatter as he inspected the area around them. Suddenly he stopped as his HUD revealed to him a person running at them from one of the darker corridors of the museum. Female by the looks of it. The 360 degrees HUD was one of the reasons Rohak had not abandoned the Mandalorian armor although he had abandoned nearly everything else Mandalorian.

Without a second thought, the pirate swiftly turned around with his carbine held as if it was an extension of his arm before triggering twice a tri-shot at the dashing figue. Six blaster shots to give the charging fool a certain 'rest' they so much needed.

 

[Ayessa Kroan]

Commenor, Chasin City, Some Marketplace, Undetermined Time
Stopping To Rescue Local History | Assisting Commenor Systems Alliance | Combating The Sith Empire | Interacting Engaging with [member="Rook Lokar"] [member="Rohak Vizsla"] ~ Run Boy Run
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No surprise they were hostile.

With the tell-tale snap-hiss, a green lightsaber blade sprung from the hilt in Ayessa's hand and she was quick to swing it out with the precision only a Jedi could muster. Anyone could pick up a glowstick and fight with it; only a few could really make one dance.

And dance it did, the first three shots being deflected off the lime-green energy sword. They were sent wide, clattering into the already-bombed-out walls of the museum (Three more scorch marks really weren't gonna affect reviews of the place that much) but she chose to duck behind some fine statue instead of deflecting the next three. Perhaps that was a bad idea because one ended up clipped her shoulder, just singing it, but enough to narrow her eyes in relative self-disappointment. I'm better than getting shot easily -- Aren't I?

"I suggest you don't take the art." She called out a little dryly, trying to hide the sour sound of pain from her voice. Fighting is fifty-percent clout, anyways.

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R2-C4 | Lightsaber

 

[Rook Lokar]

​Sometimes the truth was far more daunting than any falsified reality one could conjure. It seemed as if that was the case within Chasin City, as the Sith descended upon the planet, the shield rippled with explosives, soldiers and civilians died all the same. Perhaps the worst of it all was Ayessa's genuine identity. A Jedi? He hadn't been aware, nor had he suspected. There was no ill-feelings towards that sect beyond the fact they drew more trouble then they were worth, and if anything that concerned the smuggler. He had enough trouble staying out of trouble as is, and with a Jedi combating the Sith? It was hardly the right company to be within.

Both himself and C4 traversed the rubble, the remnants of someone's home. A tragedy, if there ever was one. The fate of a people decided by a Queen. Rook made his way with ease, but his Droid Companion suffered for one reason or another. Jets fired, and it hoisted itself upwards. A sudden-hissing-hum instinctively forced the scoundrel to drop into the stone, feeling the jagged edges prod at his person, but the potential of death created a sense of numbness. The Droid, however, performed an honest but futile attempt. Nobody was to care for the R2 unit, though.

Rook's eyes scanned ahead, falling into the museum that was ransacked in it's entirety. Figures moved within and a Jedi stood strong to defend against the 'forces of evil'. Rook slid a smirk on his face, one that was almost mocking of the good-natured cult of people. Although, it faded upon a certain realisation, noting the person wielding the green blade. "What." Utter confusion plaguing it.

[member="Ayessa Kroan"] - [member="Rohak Vizsla"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Museum of Arts and History, Chasin City
Commenor
/w a band of a dozen and a half privateers
Engaging [member="Ayessa Kroan"] & possibly [member="Rook Lokar"]

The unexpected appearance of a green lightsaber to tackle his blaster bolts surprised him and instinctively compelled him to take a few steps backwards and keeping his aim straight as the Jedi hid behind a tough cover in the shape of a naked man's statue. Who would've thought that a Jedi would engage in protecting a bunch of items with an inflated price only because of perception rather than helping the suffering outside. Jetii were weird and Rohak did not have the time nor the desire to learn more about their motivations.

Naturally, the band had shuffled away from this hall and unto another leaving Rohak to tackle the Jedi. It made sense, none of the others were equipped enough to hold a Jedi for some time. In reality, Rohak wasn't really aware how much he could hold against a Jedi. He had never faced one before in a duel, only during Kashyyyk when the Mandalorians stomped the Republic but that could hardly be called a fight. An irate grimace dimmed his face beneath the visor - he had lost his armor when he nearly died during the Red Coronation. The one he wore now, of Mandalorian design and properties, was made of duraplast mainly. Only his crushgaunts were made of beskar but their state was far from optimal.

"I suggest you don't take the art."

"I suggest you shut up and leave before you hurt yourself, jetii." His voice barked through the helmet's annunciator and one pull of the trigger sent a tri-shot at the thick statue turning the spot black and cracking a bit of the stone. Of course, should she heed his suggestion he'd still shoot her in the back.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Ithnan Cryo"] [member="Darben Skirae"] [member="Vallory"]

Bluff? It was mostly so, however those gears in her head turned quickly forming a decent plan in her head. She watched blaster bolts race from behind her and glanced back with a grin seeing the guards had started helping out....however she had to figure out something get them away from the tunnels....glancing back to the sith soldiers she noted they just got right back up, why did the bad guys alw-

She heard something, no felt something bite into her right arm. It didn't hurt it was her gun arm yet she couldn't help but stare in surprise at the girl....she felt a little bad about it! No doubt that had to hurt the poor girls teeth! However her attention was soon diverted to the other sith as she watched him coming at her, she raised her right arm as if she had been taken by surprise moving back with the sith, once he made contact with that lovely cortosis metal she inhaled, the air would grow warm suddenly then like a dragon breathing fire...she exhaled and flames shot forth down the tunnel, all the while stardust was making a eetest backwards hoping the flames would disrupt them enough she could get outside and close the cave....then deal with this lil biter she had

Once to the entrance she ordered everyone to q uivkly moved back and used the force to start bringing the entrance down

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[Double post my bad]

 

[Kat Decoria]

Location: Chasin City -> Palace
Allies: [member="Beth Australis-Mantis"] | CSA and SJO
Enemies: TSE and allies
Objective: Help Beth out.

Beth seemed to relax with the hug, this was huge as Kat was able to breath and smile as they knew they were both on the same page. Commenor was in trouble and no matter what, they needed to help the faction out and support them during this attack. There was a deep worry and upset with Beth, clearly she had been through a lot with the Sith, luckily for Kat there hadn't been an attack on Eshan so she knew her family was safe for now but if the Sith ever started entering new that system, Kat knew she be a hot mess. Offering a reassuring smile to Beth. "We're going to stop them, they won't be able to do much to the city."

"Hey, seems like you want a crazier family than me! Haha, but that's nice, family is important." Kat said, her own family was simple but super crazy, especially her sister who kept trying to make Kat more feminine like herself. "I know Caedyn is part of the Silver Jedi Order now, but I don't know if he head to the bunker or if he'd join up with some of them at the shield generator if he's not at the palace." Kat offered that tidbit of information as they discussed what to do. "If Veiere is captured then Lady Kay might be making her way to him, I mean wouldn't you do that if your partner was captured?" Kat suggested before they headed off.

Kat followed Beth as she raced towards the palace, they stopped short of the shield that covered the palace separately. "Urmm... Can't one just walk through the shields or do we need some form of protection to get through?" Kat knew that the shield covering the city was stopping damage but Sith could just simply walk into the city and do damage, just wouldn't be as easy without their vehicles.

 

[Mythos]

Location: Senate Hall
Enemies: [member="Aten Ramses"] CSA
Allies: TSE

Mythos sought to bring the damn cealing on top of the jedi if that is what it took to kill him and end this fight. The action Mythos had taken in bringing down the statue resembled a man trying to destroy an ant by hitting it with a jackhammer. His eyes tracked the jedi knight, the H.U.D. system tracking him even better than Mythos could with the force allowing him to do that without straining himself with the force. His pace was slow and methodical, his axe swung at his side like a pendulum, rythmical and hypnotizing at his wrist. The blade of his ax began to glow as soon as the statue began to fall. The power of bladestorm was something the ax of adas has as an innate power and it multiplied the power of the ability tenfold. Bladestorm was how the Sith Lord Adas brought down an entire ship of the Rakkatan empire thus costing his life.

"I am power and fury. Mine is the quaking of the earth" He spoke, more to himself as a monolouge of power. Every word he spoke carried anger, frustration and fury directed at the jedi. He did not think to speak, it did not have a purpouse. Mythos spoke to hear the sound of his own voice as if it was automatic, as if he needed to.

When the chair was flung at him Mythos did not regard it, He swatted it out the sky with the axe in a swing of the mighty weapon. As Mythos swung the weapon the glow of the ax vanished but as it connected with the improvised weapon the blast of bladestorm flew out of the axe, catching it and sending it's peices flying in front of Mythos and the residue of the plasma-like energy with it. As the ax came around Mythos held it with both hands and prepared to swing again, the very act of whirling the thing around heavy in the force as if he was moving an object that weighed tons of pounds in weight, it whizzed through the air as if it carried with it the entire darkside of the force in the Senate Building.

"Mine is strength and glory! The fist of the Darkside am I!" Mythos bellowed and readied his weapon as he stepped froward, high and above his head in a stance similar to DjemSo yet clearly dripped in Juyo fighting basics. He walked with the same speed and rythmical pace as before, eyes never leaving his pray as the edge of the ax got closer and closer to the neck it intended to separate.

"And You shall know who I am! After I Decapitate you!"
[member="Mara Rockwell"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Lady Kay"] @Darthn Carnifex​

 

[Darben Skirae]

Darben kept firing, but another guard was hit and soon it was just him and one other. A shot grazed over his shoulder, forcing him down behind the speeder. They had to get out of there, as soon as possible. He held back, and soon he heard her. He glanced up, and saw a rather frightful sight from his wife [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"]. She was breathing fire, or manipulating it, or something he just could not believe. He and the guards stood in awe at the spectacle, and then they quickly moved back as the tunnel began it's collapse.

[member="Ithnan Cryo"]