The War on Hapes (Year Long RP)

[Jsc]

Kilo Outpost

As the Commander and her unit approached the Outpost... Stuff happened. Hell. There was probably even a dragon. So, ...she decided it was best to go elsewhere until the situation was manageable. Or just slower. Maybe. Probably dreaming.

"Uh. Yeah. About that..."

Armed to the teeth, the troupe gathered up their skirts and charged forward, in the opposite direction. Hopefully the capital had a good bar they could all go drinking at until things quieted down.

 

[Levi Hutch]

"You're going to have to pay for that!"

Sadly, Sadrion had been forced to mend his wounds by himself, as no doctor would help what they saw as a sith. However, as soon as he was fit and able, he had hijacked a landspeeder and had taken off toward the small skirmish that had now taken place. As the man raced across the landscape, he felt a very familiar presence. A man he had once tried to kill, only to be stopped by his body's original host, Xardus. Yes, Morna was here. Whatever happened though, he would now be a last resort. He would at some point get to confronting him once more, but his goal now was to enter the battlefield, and do what he could to destroy all reserves... for both sides. As he approached the group, he could see a number of jedi, as well as a few Sith. A smile crossed his face. He would have fun just messing with these pawns.

@[member="Rang Inyri"] @[member="Tal Lom"] @[member="Yusan Fenn"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Marcus Faust"]

 

[Rang Inyri]

"Ugh, I cant believe this. Im injured! Well I gotta keep dancing regardless." She said thinking to herself. Then @[member="Vulpesen"] had launched objects at her opponent, which she took as an opportunity to now get her counter in. She slowly stood up, a held her blade out in front of her only for her eyes to widened. She couldn't believe her eyes, definitely a surprise to see him here. It was Morna, standing right in front of her. Her mouth dropped, "Morna!" She said with a smile. "Wait, I thought I would never see you again, let alone here. She ran up to stand next to him, "There you go again, being over protective" she said chuckling, then before she knew he had lashed out at her the sith.

@[member="Morna Imura"] @[member="Arcturus Procyon"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

@[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Yusan Fenn"] @[member="Rang Inyri"] @[member="Tal Lom"] @[member="Arcturus Procyon"]

"And I'm afraid I cannot allow you to harm mine, I'm sure you understand." Marcus said to Vulpesen, an almost sympathetic undertone to his voice as he reached out in the force and grabbed the padawan, lifted up, and attempted to hurl him aside. With that done, Marcus marched towards him, sabers ablaze in his hand. The boy was disillusioned, the Jedi had their ideals strongly rooted in him, but the Jedi teachings tended to fade when you became surrounded by death and the only thing offering you a chance to live if this darkness.

Marcus knew that from experience.

He had tried to be the Jedi his father would've wanted him to be, he tried to hold onto the light, but when he was face down in the dirt of Corellia, a saber through his abdomen and preparing to come down on his head, when he called on the force, only the darkness answered. That was when he knew he'd been walking the wrong path to peace. Freedom was chaos, order was peace. This was the only way.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Taking a silver chalice from the tray, he poured himself a glass of wine, this was a particularly fruit infused chilled red which cleansed the palate and refreshed the senses. Based on the information he had received the skirmishes had already begun as the first bodies had fallen. Such was the nature of battle, at pawns would writhe and scramble for power. Moving the wooden piece forward, he indicated that a feint was required, a false attack to cover the flanking movement of mechanized forces.

As he considered the repercussions of his move, he began to slowly gather the parts of armor and attached them to his form, gradually replacing the vision of corruption and decay with the avatar of unrepentant power and death. The mirrored surface of his green and violet armor gleamed in the low light, as he strapped on his light sabers to his belt.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen allowed himself to be hurled, keeping his hold on the daggers until last moment. Still being airborne, Vulpesen executed a quick cartwhell and landed on his feet, keeping his saberstaff, lit on one side. His enemy was coming upon him, and Vulpesen was prepared for an attack, though he did have a simple request. "If you intend to strike me down, do it yourself. A duel between you and I without your three friends over there." He motioned to the three operatives then stood to his full height, taking the makashi stance, his long handle coming up his forearm. Death was always a possibility, but Vulpesen was in no position to be taking second chances. If he was to survive, he would have to do this on his own and without the help of his friends. otherwise, the impossible odds of four on one would return. "Surely the sith have not completely abandoned the value of honor." For the padawan, this duel encompassed more than two sides of politics, it was a battle of ideals. Vulpesen had stared into darkness and resisted it. @[member="Marcus Faust"] had been enslaved by it and stood with it.

 

[Flint Dexen]

Flint did another scan across the distant horizon with his macrobinoculars for about the hundredth time that day. The morning fog still disrupted greatly with sight, and he felt as if enemy attacks were imminent. About twice he had almost warned the Republic squads near him that there were enemy forces approaching, but what he had seen either turned out to be some tree or a boulder seen through the fog.

He extended his arm and spoke into the comlink attached to it, which was connected to Jedi Apprentice @[member="Vulpesen"]. "Hey Vulpesen, anything happening from your position?" Flint asked, the sound of clashing lightsabers suspisciously sounding in the background.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen continued staring down Faust. His speech had just ended when is comlink chattered to life. Vulpesen his the transceiver button and spoke into the com. "I've got a fire breathing dragon, three darkside using operatives, and three sith. With me, I have a force using senator, a friendly fire user, and an apprentice. How's the caf back at base?" Though his expression was serious, Vulpesen's joking nature still held on to his mind, as seen in his last sentence. Strange how he'd expected a simple fight to repel the enemy, and now found himself deadlocked in ideals and sabers. His team was completely outnumbered, but such odds were something Vulpesen rarely paid attention to. The area around them had been bombarded by artillery from earlier, and thankfully none of it had hit the team as the dragon's swift flying and changed its position fast enough to leave Vulpesen with only momentary worries. The craters had been ignored during his talk, but now his mind was marking the location of each hole, and every piece of shrapnel. As before, Vulpesen would rely on tactics in battle, not strength. @[member="Flint Dexen"] @[member="Marcus Faust"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

"Stay out of this." Marcus ordered his saber guard as well as the other Sith. Now it was simply Marcus and @[member="Vulpesen"], two warriors, Sith and Jedi, squaring off one on one. If it helped the Jedi any, it would be an honorable death, and a swift one, Marcus did not relish in unnecessary suffering. Both of the trophy sabers in his hands were laying in his hands, which were slack at his side. There wasn't a hint of nervousness in Marcus, no anticipation, no fear, nothing, just a void of emotion warrior who stared down his foe. "Now, show me what the Jedi have taught you."

@Yusan Fenn @Rang Inyri @Tal Lom @Arcturus Procyon

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen nodded and focused himself in the force, using his maser's training to slip his focus while using the force to old multiple items. The shrapnel and rocks around them, flew to Vulpesen and formed a protective orb around the Jedi as he walked to @[member="Marcus Faust"]. "I ask that you surrender or retreat. This is your final warning as you and your people have harmed those I call friend, and have taken action against the people that I am sworn to protect." Seen through the spaces in the orb, Vulpesen's face would still hold the piercing gaze as he stalked towards his enemy. He found the possibility for their deaths to be needless and pointless, but should Faust refuse to back down, Vulpesen would set aside the sorrow he felt for the sith, and in its place he would let in the desire to protect all that he stood for.

 

[Flint Dexen]

"Oh feth. I'm on my way."

Facing off against a fire breathing dragon, three darkside using operatives, and three Sith were not exactly what Flint had expected to hear from @[member="Vulpesen"]. Tossing his macrobinocular aside to the captain, Flint motioned for four Republic troops to follow him. "Keep on a look-out for signs of enemy forces up ahead. I'll be back." he said. Flint and his troops then ran and got on individual Ubrikkian Q3-R Landspeeders. They would be at Vulpesen and the others' location within a few minutes.

"Oh yeah the caf was good, but we ran out." said Flint jokingly into his comlink, as he and the squadron of landspeeders throttled past the landscape.

 

[Miles Varden]

Crawling out from under a pile of rubble, Miles could see the area had been obliterated by something not usually seen anywhere in the verse, a dragon.

Really?! Who brought the freakin dragon? he said to himself.

Miles brushed off the rubble and burning wood from his armor, now scorched and blackened. He found he still had his rifle and knife on his person but lost his saber and bolter pistol. The battle continued with more fething Sith coming out of holes in the ground or something. No ships, transports or speeders could have brought them here, so Miles guessed they walked really fast from the Empire's line.
There were Jedi and Sith duels going on all around. His outpost was mostly in ruins and the artillery were still firing on the trenches.

All units, cease fire and regroup on the North side, bring everything you can. We need to take these bloody Sith out. Move!!

Sir! we have reports of only a handful of men remain. We are moving to the North now.

Miles looked up to see the dragon hovering just inside the clouds. Miles walked back to the wrecked complex to his weapons locker and grabbed out from the durasteel case a rocket launcher. He grabbed a few AP rounds and HV rounds and a vibroaxe, Miles took off into the air like another artillery shell. His jump-pack pushed to its maximum output, Miles lined up a shot with a AP round, locked on and pulled the hammer.
@[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Karen Roberts"] @[member="Yusan Fenn"] @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Tal Lom"] @[member="Arcturus Procyon"] @[member="Rang Inyri"] @[member="Marcus Faust"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

@[member="Vulpesen"]

"No." His answer was blunt, short, and to the point. The Jedi should've caught on to the fact Marcus was not leaving until victory was secured for the Sith Empire. He admired his determination, and will to stand against one more powerful than he, but it was foolish. Standing ready, there was noting more to say, the Jedi would have to attack.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpeen sighed and his eyes held a look of sadness as he lifted his freed hand. "Then I am truly sorry." Several pieces of shrapnel then flew from their quick orbits, racing through scattered points of @[member="Marcus Faust"]'s body. The scatter canon nature would make it difficult to block as Vulpesen called more shrapnel from the ground to fling at the sith. The force flowed through his body as he commanded the environment to help him. While his offensive kept up, Vulpesen kept his shrapnel barrier up to discourage any close combat from his opponent.

 

[Marcus Faust]

When @[member="Vulpesen"] began showing off his telekinetic mastery, he would find himself facing an opponent with a lot of the same skills. The shrapnel would halt mid-air as Marcus held it their, turning it around, back at it's sender. But the knight was far from done. He reached out and lifted up a shroud of dirt and propelled it onto his opponent, effectively blinding him for a moment. And a moment was all he would need. Darting to the right of the Jedi, he zoomed in and attempted to stab through his abdomen and chest with the sabers.

 

[Vulpesen]

Seeing the darts racing back towards him, Vulpesen lifted his hands and pushed them back as well as the following dust, persisting into he same push to keep himself from being blinded. @[member="Marcus Faust"]'s follow up attack found itself largely hampered as Vulpesen had neutralized its key aspect. Using this to his advantage, Vulpesen leaped over the sith's head with a carwheel like motion, calling the force to fling more shrapnel at his side while he stabbed through the air previously occupied by the apprentice. Vulpesen never thought of himself as overly strong, and thus he would avoid any real saber conflict until it was absolutely called for.

 

[Marcus Faust]

As the padawan leapt, Marcus growled, shrapnel digging into his armored back. He snapped around, rage now had filled his eyes behind the mask, and then he unleashed a massive push. The raw force energy had enough power to where it could easily hurl @[member="Vulpesen"] back, likely cracking and breaking the bones of his body upon impact. But he wasn't done yet. Whether it was a follow up, or simply a second try, though it was HIGHLY unlikely he could avoid the blast, Macus would reach out and grab the Jedi. Once a hold was established, he threw the Jedi.

 

[Vulpesen]

The rage and power that flew through the sith, gave Vulpesen the idea that perhaps he shouldn't try to escape this one. Escape left someone open, and thus he instead brought the force around himself, using it to reinforce his frame as he was pushed back, and again as he was thrown. Despite his defenses, Vulpesen had certainly taken damage. It felt as if a gundark had swatted him with it's paw and now he was sailing over some rather hard and fast approaching ground. "Not good!" He strapped Tenebris Animeto his hip, as he prepared for the landing. The last thing he needed was to lose his light saber at this time. As he fell, Vulpesen exerted a hard force push on the ground, wincing from the stunting effect of the effort. Still, it did the job and instead of splattering, Vulpesen found himself slamming to the ground at a painful, but non-maiming way which ended with him rolling to a face down position, slightly disoriented but quickly regaining his focus. "That hurt..." He grumbled, reaching for his lightsaber and unclipping it. There were a few dings and dents but the saber had survived at least in a better condition that Vulpesen was feeling.

 

[Marcus Faust]

Marcus marched towards the downed Jedi, only the green saber ignited in his hand now. As @[member="Vulpesen"] attempted to get up, he struck at his arm, with easily enough power behind it to sever an arm, even if it wasn't a lightsaber. Standing over Vulpsen, Marcus smiled as he looked down on the Jedi at his feet, it was obvious Marcus was winning. To survive the boy had little options left, he had his hatred and his anger, and he had seat. These were the only ways.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen sensed the imminent danger and he wasn't out of tricks yet. He quickly searched out the shrapnel stuck in his opponents back and used the force to shove it in deeper with a clench of his fist, giving him just enough time to move his arm away from the slash aimed at it. Vulpesen refused to die like this. Not to mention, he was too young to lose his limbs just yet. Although, the pain was taking effect as Vulpesen fought down the rage of the dark side. He'd discovered long ago how close he constantly was to the dark, and the failsafe he'd learned in it's place would be terrible for the moment. The weakness such an act would give him would leave him too drained to even mutter a surrender. To show that it wasn't his friends who had saved his arm, and to display his will, Vulpesen allowed a growling hiss of words to escape his lips. "I'm not dead yet." He turned his head to Marcus and continued his concentration on the shrapnel. As before, he relied on tactics and the environment, even if said environment had ben shoved into his enemy's body. @[member="Marcus Faust"]