This isn't the Faction you were looking for...[New Order Skirmish with the Liberty Concord]

[Darth Ferus]

Krest grit his teeth as [member="Darth Vulcanus"] climbed. Splitting the ground was one thing, closing it was another. He wretched the ground as the Darth climbed out, forcing the rock and dirt to close. Only he was too late. Krag stood across from him in all of his glory. All of his anger and hate. And now the flaming fist. All he could feel was pain at this point. Pain, burning. He was slowly lifted into the air, his throat not only being closed off, but burning. So much burning.

The Zabrak didn't act, instead he reacted. His form would erupt with the Force, repulsing everything close enough around him. Pain overcame his mind, but his teachings, his Dark Side remained.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Stormtroopers were no longer a real threat, much less a challenge. The Ex-Hunter stood still with lightsaber clenched tightly in his right hand, blood decorated his armour and hands. The charred remains of solid white plating layed around his feet. His gaze locked with the lifeless visor of a fallen Imperial trooper as memories raced through his mind, giving the feeling of shame. Nothing could ever really cleanse the wrongs and sins of an individual. Living with the scars of what you've done as a mere second of existence compared to the rest of time causes reasoning to become pointless. The way of war and the peace it brings for others was a common cause for others to fight, but this man known as Zius was beginning to lose touch with even that. Was there ever to be true hope? Was a utopia where all sentient life living in harmony too much to ask?

The universe itself laughs at such a question. No response to give the clarity that many seek, only a small glimpse into the hell they forge for themselves if they don't push and scream towards victory.

Victory... did it mean anything anymore? Or was it just a word to justify the deeds of war.

Suddenly there was a woman who provoked his attention. She was a Sith no doubt... and her confidence seemed to mirror that of many other like her who wanted to make a name for themselves in the Empire. Nothing about the Empire was gratifying lest you sell your very soul to the power of the Dark Side. He turned to face her in silence, his vibroblade dripped the blood of what was supposed to be Imperial control and dominance; however, while Zius was still alive and killing, he'd be making sure he'd fulfill that promise he made to himself. Even when hope is gone and there's nothing left to fight for, laugh back at what the universe throws and just push forward.

Just push...

The Dark Jedi began to walk toward her, stopping but a moment later to make his stance. He would show the Sith what it was to truly lose one's self to the Dark Side, to relinquish the very hatred of being stolen from a family and not being able to witness their years. To be tortured and forced to become something you've been against your whole life. To feel the self-defeat and acknowledge that your destiny is only a clay for others to mold and shape... but no more.

"I am here to show you all what the Empire gets when it believes that all the lives it's ruined is a joke. I am the damnation that will bleed into their every thought after, I will be the nightmare you will dream of each and every night you live. Now come... if you're going to actually kill me, do it."

He stepped forward a bit more, clenching his left hand into a tight fist. A certain crazed spirit took over his body and mind in that moment. One of a true warrior.

"DO IT! STRIKE ME DOWN, SITH! OBEY YOUR ORDERS!"

With that, he charged forward with an unrelenting tenacity. His Force Speed and cybernetic enhancements boosting the advancement to staggering levels as he attempted to unleash a wave of kinetic energy at the Sith to knock her back, and if successful, he'd try to use his TK to launch large portions of fallen trees and scrap metal into her direction.

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Zius Tal'Verda"]

Alexandra was ready for a hard fight, but the speed at which he came at her was highly unexpected and the moment she moved to dodge the branch slamed into her chest and knocked her down onto the ground. Her body hurt as the breath had been knocked from her with her back on the ground. She would not remain there at all though, her hands reached up and sent the branch to the side before pulling her sabers to her and igniting them. Her bones werent broken, but she was cut up and hurt immensely as she stood there, but the fear and pain only fueled her past that, her hands curling around her sabers tightly, their blades silver.

"I AM NO SITH, IF YOU WANT SITH THAN TURN YOUR HEAD TO THE ONE THAT BROUGHT WAR TO HIS PLANET." She would be ready this time, her blades raised and mind prepared as she began to gather force energy around her, the man was in a rage and he could not fight forever, so if she couldn't send him at Krag she would have to just outlast him and defeat him herself. She had to get moving though, the feeling she had was an all too familiar one, she knew who it was now that she felt... [member="Krest"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Krest"]

As the force pulsed from the Zabrak's body, Vulcanus could feel the darkside pulsing off of him like the heat from a sun. The Dark Lord protected himself from the wave, using his own wall of energy to deflect the repulsion. Still, the force energies sent Stormtrooper bodies flying into the distance and trees were nearly uprooted and thrown across the battlefield where the force had already thrown their branches. The Dark Lord grinned, his eye still engulfed in a dead black and his body giving off a pure cloud of hate, rage and the cold touch of never ending blood lust. Vulcanus began to chuckle, it was low and deep but grew louder until it was like the wind itself was laughing throughout the wilderness. "Yes boy, I can feel your anger...the power coursing through you, I can feel it!" Vulcanus growled, his voice was no longer his own. It had grown deeper, darker and though it seemed impossible it had grown even more monstrous. No longer did there seem to be a man standing before Krest, there only appeared to be a demon, a true devil.

Walking up to the Knight, who should still be hanging in the air, Vulcanus would slam his palm into his throat and cast away the fiery hand to be replaced with his own cold touch. "I can feel you trying to call on the darkside...but it will betray you, because it belongs to ME!" the beast roars before attempting to deliver a strike into the Knight's kidney with his right elbow.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Deus was the first to fall from his grasp as he hung there, caught in [member="Darth Vulcanus"] ' grasp. The Darkness belonged to this man..? Someone can control the power as a whole..? This was the Zabrak's first experience against a man as strong in the Force as Krag. A man who wasn't one, caught up in the decay that was the Dark. And yet, even with the decay there was amazing power. Amazing strength. Pain burned through his side as the elbow bore into his kidney, causing Krest to cough, or at least try to.

His coughs came out as a wheeze, trying to breath past Krag's choke. Krest reached both hands outwards towards Vulcanus, gripping the arm, trying to tear it away. The gears in his metallic hand would wine as his fist would squeeze tighter then any human could. Just a bit longer. That's all Krest needed. If he could stay awake just a bit longer..

 

[Eldoc Quasat]

[member="Azalus"]
" I think you should pay less attention to your scope and more to your surroundings" He said saber lit and staring down the sniper. " Come on now, lets have a proper fight, or do you not like the odds when your scope is no good. " Eldoc smirked ready to cut the man down. It was clear that Eldc was here to fight as he most likely could of ended it before this. This hopefully would prove a fun fight, as Eldoc had been bored of late.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Krest"]

Squeezing harder, Vulcanus looked dead into the Zabrak's eyes as he struggled, "Tell me, do you truly believe that those Irodonians are your true kin?" Vulcanus asked before throwing the lesser creature hard to the ground at his feet, "did they spread the tales of my people or did they hold the tongues in shame?" the beast growled, looking down at the man.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest's robotic limb would suddenly snap back in a flash, the pale blue saber that was hidden in his palm igniting. Struggle. That's all the Zabrak knew how to do at this point, and all he would do. He brought his saber hand down for one of the arms currently holding him up. [member="Darth Vulcanus"] speech did not fall on deaf ears however. His father only taught him the ways of the clan, nothing about what Krag was saying. What was Krag saying?

Doubt filled the Zabraks mind as he swung his arm. Before his saber could even reach the limb he shut it off, letting both of his arms dangle by his side. What was his past?

 

[Revenchent]

A soft chuckle escaped the Chieftain as he swallowed to speak. "We'll get to that beach eventually. Gotta have an end game." He touched his helmet to her forehead, something akin to a kiss, and stood up.

"Get ahold of Galaar cyar'ika. We need to get off this rock. Tell him it'll be a hot extraction." The armored man motioned for his soldiers, men and women who gave their all for their peers, and spoke. "Reinforce our last position, regroup with bravo team. Keziah Denko is your CO until further notice. Ready for extraction."

A muffled agreement was his response, and Calico turned back to the redhead. "The Imps here are severely hampered. Go, secure an evac zone. I need to take care of my son. Ni kar'tayliir darasuum."

He awaited no reply. Zius was his boy, his son, his source of pride and his legacy. The Chieftain had met the boy alone on Coruscant's so very long ago, and over the months--possibly a year, time was getting difficult to track-- the two had developed a father-son bond. Calico had eventually caved and adopted the wayward youth as his kin, and now he was being called upon for his fatherly duty.

The crusted dirt crackled underneath his heavy armored boots. The occasional crack of a weapon discharging and the flash of blue or red filled the valley's backdrop. White armored bodies were everywhere, with only small pockets of resistance still holding out. Ahead, Calico could see a frighteningly small number of still living Concord soldiers.

They would be fine for now, his main focus was Zius. The mails from of force power had effectively stopped the firefight around the errant Knight and the silver blades woman. A shot of anger flashed through the Chieftain as his legs pumped toward the combatants--more religious, full of themselves, force users thinking they could step on people. It was disgusting.

Calico was a calm in the storm of force energy. The ethereal power of the force could not touch him. He was not a void, nor was he a null. He was simply outside of it, blind to it as much as it was blind to him. He reached up and removed his helmet, yelling over the chaos at the top pod his lungs.

"The woman isn't worth it son!" He splayed his arms out wide--only to catch a stray blaster bolt to the back. He heaved forward as his shields fell and a shock of pain ran through him. The armor had taken the energy and saved him from any damage, but oh, how it hurt.

"She isn't Sith ad'ika. You're responsibility it to saving your men's lives, not killing as many as possible." His voice was strained, but his arms were still out wide. "You're wounded. Put the sword down and come here Zi'ika. You're better than this!"

Another bolt caught the Chieftain. This one sent him sprawling, but he still forced himself to his feet, dark eyes narrowed in pain. A dark spot in the back of his chest plate showed where the bolt had hit. Calico strode toward Zius, paying no heed to the woman.

"Let it go son."


[member="Zius Tal'Verda"] [member="Keziah Denko"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Krest"]

Vulcanus grinned, letting the man drop to his knees before him. With the smile of the devil, the Dark Lord let his essence wash over the young Zabrak to show him who was dominant. "They never told you the truth, they never spread the legacy of the Graug as they were commanded...did they?" The Dark lord asked, his eyes glaring at Kest as one would glare down at a domesticated beast. Krest had a past hidden to him, but Vulcanus knew all to well how he had come to be with the Irodonians and how he had come to be in the galaxy at all.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest only shook his head as he knelt there. He fell on all fours when he landed though, hacking, breathing in the air he was deprived of by [member="Darth Vulcanus"] ' massive hands. What are the Graug? What did he mean by commands? What -is- Krest? He had no idea. He had no sense of identity. Where were the others? He was shot down in the initial ambush, did they leave him here to die? Were they dead? Did it even matter?

Weakly the Zabrak pushed himself back onto his knees, looking up at the massive form that was Krag. He had answers at least. Krest wouldn't die today, even if he was alone. He would find his past.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra saw [member="Calico Tal'Verda"] get closer and shot, she should leave now while he was there, let those two go and make their own escape while she moved north to see what it was [member="Krest"] was doing here and unless stopped Alexandra would back away very slowly as she let [member="Calico Tal'Verda"] and his son live... atleast by her blade they would not be killed. Should she not be stopped she would leave the field and move north, breathing heavily with the thrill of battle at its pause and her arms feeling heavy as concreate. The branch had hit her harder than she had thought it did, causing damage to the woman that would be in the form of her ribs being more bruised than she thought.

Her feet would bring ber towards [member="Darth Vulcanus"] and coming into view after walking for ten minutes towards his and Krest's location. In a split second she had her blades returned to her belt as she stared at her friend, attacking Vulcanus would mean her end, but she couldn't let him die as she stood there. Her fists closing tight and waiting for what would happen next, readying to move in and save Krest if she could.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Whispers bombarded the Dark Jedi's mind like cannons during the siege of a castle. His conscious mind waned between blackness and something more vile as he began to growl furiously, turning to Calico and letting out a crazed yell of unprecedented rage. Such a fundamentally simple person forged into a harbinger of malice and desecration. Zius was no longer an active part of the function, instead, he was having an internal war with what mental infirmity that plagued him for years without end.

(In his own mind)

"Stop! You're ruining everything I've worked for!"

"SHUT UP! We've grown so tired of watching you waste what potential you've been given. -WE- are fixing your errors."

"Errors? You're the biggest of them all by that logic. You were only there to guide me when I was broken and alone. You can't do this to me!"

"No. We are the betterment out of your mistakes! We are the ones that make you strong. You're already dead and you know it, your life is nothing and will never come back. Your survival will be -MY- decision, and it will be done the way it should have been all these years."

"Please... I beg of you, do not do this. Are you purposely trying to destroy what new life I've made? What family I actually have now? I keep you locked away for a reason..."

"SHUT UP!"

No matter the fight Zius put up, his alternative would prove to be stronger. His fighting spirit was no longer accepting mercy in the midst of war, and especially the Sith sympathizer. That promise of bringing the Empire down was speaking for itself, a promise becoming the real monster behind all the killing. The possessed Zius charged after the silver woman with a fairly powerful Force signature, crushing the bodies of fallen Stormtroopers on his path of murder.

Murder... it's what you're good at.

He'd leap into the air, up into the trees as he stared the woman down with a burning gaze unmatched by any normal Sith creation. His promise is all he held close, and this inner conflict would not cease until a resolve was established. He would then let out a powerful, crazed scream as he cast himself like a lightning bolt towards the one whom was so confident to kill, attempting to slash his crimson blade horizontally across her back with immense strength.

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Revenchent]

The crimson blade took ahold of Calico's attention. The soldier stared at the wretched weapon, stared as it drew back, stared as it descended toward the woman....

"Zius! Ad'ika, I order you to stand down!" His voice was laced with barely restrained pain. His armor was thick, but a blaster bolt still packed quite the punch.

His hands went for his DC-17, and the weapon was positioned to have its muzzle toward the burnt ground, it's stock in the crook of Calico's arm. The former Dreadguard clicked the stun option, and the small rifle came to life with a loud whirring noise.

Calm down son.

He paid no heed for the silver haired woman. They had not met, and she was certainly not part of the Concord. He had absolutely no responsibility over her safety other than his strong moral compass; that was acting up quite a bit right now.

He again strode toward the would be aggressor. He ducked at the last moment as a short stream of red laser fire flew through the space that his torso had previously occupied.

"Help me get our boys out! Leave her, there's no time!"

[member="Zius Tal'Verda"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Darth Narakada]

"SIR! A loud voice burst through his comm unit and he lost focus as the woman's blade met his side, slicing into his armor, which only just protected him from a nasty cut. "Sir, Lord Vulcanus has requested that you move to the coordinates that have been sent to your HUD," this was immediately followed by a small flashing set of numbers that came up on his HUD, which was built into his helmet - which was no easy feat. "He said that it is of importance and requests you divert all other attention unto the priority until you have secured all assets."
A sigh escaped Nar'Vash. "My dear lady, it saddens me, but I must take my leave. Urgent matters beyond a trivial battle such as this." With a whirl, he sped off in the opposite direction. In his wake, he caused two trees to collapse with a simple throw of his blade to one and a sharp arrow of Force to the other, the falling trees collapsed in an X shape as he retreated.

Quickly, he sent a point in which to meet up with his elite guard, that had been gone before anyone had the chance to do anything about it, and continued running. The Force guided his legs as he sprinted to abide by his master's plans; Lord Vulcanus did not do trivial things.

The body lay unconscious in a small hole in the ground that smelled musty with mold. There was a bloody wound in his side and he bent to examine it. The arrival of his guard was marked by nine sets of steps. "Verzsh! Get down here, you know how to patch wounds up, treat this man." A scanner in his HUD marked the face as a man named Trioc. "Trioc, awaken." His words were followed by a strong wave of Force energy to attempt to jolt him awake.

[member="Ori'Alor Tal'Verda"] | [member="Canal Tal'Verda"] | [member=Trioc 'Quickshot']

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra took a moment to late to turn, or rather she had turned into the blade as it pierced her shoulders and she looked at [member="Zius Tal'Verda"], her eyes locking onto her viser as she struggled not to cry out thought her pain was more than visible, a tear actually forming for a moment as she pushed herself of the blade and stumbled for a few seconds. Her hand touched the seared armor, her armor had stopped the blade from impaling her shouldered but her body still only remained standing for a moment before she dropped to her knees and then falling to the ground, for a moment she thought it would end this way. She watched [member="Calico Tal'Verda"] shoot his son, trying to speak to him as she lay there. "P-please... h-help." She expected none from him, and only found herself drifting further towards the void as she lay there among the bodies.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Just as contact was made with the woman, Zius felt the sharp surge of pain wash over his senses as he was shot, falling to his knees after the stunning effect of the weapon had taken place. His upper body then slumped down and his head lay in the dirt, his vision fading into a blur as his mind suddenly ceased all activity; the voices, the madness, all of it had been halted by Calico's tough love. Pain had been inflicted on either end of the spectrum, and the Dark Jedi was guilty of trying to slay a woman who showed mercy and left him alone-- let him live. He had fulfilled a selfish desire, but it wasn't entirely his fault.

They try to take control, these whispers. Their purpose is to remain strong through all emotional stress.

The sounds of blaster fire and aerial dog fighting left his ears as the last of his consciousness slipped away into blackness. Out cold.

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

 

[Trioc 'Quickshot']

Trioc awoke with a jump, feeling the wave of energy pass over him, he looked at the surrounding figures. One in particular radiated with the force and he figured it was he who had awakened him. It took a moment for the pain in his side to continue, he blinked away darkness from his eyes as the pain threatened to throw him back into unconciousness.

Trioc let out a short and quick nod, about as much as he could handle to the strange figure. He felt as though he may have seen him elsewhere but he wasn't entirely sure.

Trioc was grateful that these resources had been diverted to save him, he had done what he could to warn the imperial forces of the guerillas in the trees but he wasn't sure if they had got the message.

"Shot...Sniper..." he grunted, clenching his teeth as he spoke and trying to convert the pain into dark side energy. He succeeded on a small scale but not enough to make it go away. He leaned back against the wall and breathed heavily, hoping that the squad had a medic with ample supplies.

[member="Nar'vash Ver-Sha"]

 

[Darth Narakada]

"Very well, this is Verzsh, one of my elite guard detail. He knows how to patch you up," he said, his tone was brisk and to the point, not rude, but not empathetic. The rest of his elite guard stood outside, watching for intruders. Silently, Verzsh set to work, tearing some bandage from a small roll stored in his pack, he set the pieces aside while he took a small spray botttle and spritzed a small numbind agent on the wound. The blaster's shot had gone deep but nothing extremely damaging. Shock and fatigue must have played a role in his collapse. Some cleaning agent and tight bandages secured the wound.

"This is commander Nar'Vash. Send me down a shuttle with a medic on standby aboard the vessel," he spoke into his comm unit. Then to the man on the ground, "Do you want to stay and fight? Otherwise, I can secure a shuttle back to my ship for you. Take your pick."

[member="Trioc 'Quickshot'"]

 

[Trioc 'Quickshot']

Trioc grimaced slightly and then let out a sigh of relief as the pain faded away, he nodded to the two. "I'm Trioc." He moved his legs back and slowly started to stand against the wall, leaning heavily against it.

You should go kill those sniping little buggers! "I would enjoy helping with the fight, though I don't see what i'd be too useful with. Especially being wounded as I am." Besides, it felt as if the New Order wasn't doing too hot.

[member="Nar'vash Ver-Sha"]