Invasion Through the Gates of Hell (Republic Invasion of Empress Teta - Republic vs. One Sith)

[Marcus Faust]

Location: Western Wall
Enemies: Ryan Korr, Marcello Matteo, Tracyn Ordo,
Allies: Darth Shara, [member="Erin Darkstar"]

That business could wait to be finished, other issues drew Vindica's attention now. For instance, Darth Shara getting double teamed, that was an issue he could help with. And help he would. Who says Sith weren't nice people? Oh...the dark side...oops. Drawing himself back Vindica mounted a speeder bike and gunned the accelerator. The force called him towards the west wall of the citadel which he now raced towards at rapid speeds.

Dust and dirt flicked scratched his mask as he whipped them up as he sped over the ground. He could feel the chaos of the battle raging all around, along with the occasional blaster bolt zooming last his head. The chaos was ridiculous, redundant, the One Sith were seeing to solving that problem, but their initial progress had stagnated as Jedi seemed to crawl out of cracks in the walls to stand against them. But they wouldn't save them now.

Vindica leapt from his speeder and landed with finesse on both feet. Shara wasn't going to be able to take on both the Knight and the Master Jedi, not easily, and the Dartstar boy wouldn't be o help. He was too young and inexperienced. Promising though. His eyes locked onto one, Ordo. He knew this one, it had been years possibly but he did know the man. They'd left their fight unfinished before, no longer. Stepping into the fray the Sith raised his hand and let loose a torrent of purple-blue lightning at Tracyn. It was fueled with his hatred, his anger, his pain, all things Vindica had plenty of. "Turning your back makes it easier to be stabbed in it." He muttered to himself with contempt for the Jedi laced in his voice.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: @Darth Shara, [member="Erin Darkstar"]
Allies: @Marcello Matteo, @Tracyn Ordo

The kid was over thinking it and over thinking in the middle of a fight can get you killed. One does not simply slip out from under a full mount by kneeing in the kidneys and simultaneously trying to slip down underneath the legs. That is quite simply not anatomically possible. Furthermore, pushing up on the butt of the person sitting on you with your hands is a fantastically bad idea. You see, you need those hands for other things. Like not getting your face beaten to a bloody pulp, which is exactly what Ryan was busy doing while Erin was trying to wiggle his way out of the situation. His fists flew furiously, hammerfists, punches, all aimed at the soft parts of Erin's face. Like his nose. People thought a broken nose was nothing. They were wrong. A broken nose blinded you with tears and pain, it got you angry and it got you to make mistakes.

Knees beat against Ryan's back painfully, but the angle was awkward. Korr felt the bruising blows, but wrapped up in the Force he was focused solely upon the task at hand. The body could wither and die, but the Force was eternal. As the kid tried to slip out from underneath Ryan, the padawan trained in the Temple nigh since birth slammed his rear back down onto the kid before he could fully get to his feet and utilized a devastating blow of telekinesis to attempt to smash him back to the ground.

There, Ryan resumed the beat down. His lightsaber might not be working, but at 6'3" and well over 180lbs he could take this 5'6" hundred twenty something pound punk any day of the week. The Sith couldn't simply outmuscle Ryan by pushing him off him, because the Sith didn't have any muscle to push with in the first place. Ryan aimed his punches for the throat, knowing that even a few pounds of pressure could easily cave in the trachea.

He didn't particularly care that the masked fool had a sword in his hand. A meter long sword that weighed over five pounds did little good in a close in street brawl. You couldn't swing it, couldn't draw it back far enough to stab with, and while the punk would be busy trying to do stuff with the sword, Ryan would be busy beating him to death with his bare hands. And you know what? He was starting to enjoy it.

 

[J3C0]

A Sharp stabbing pain lanced through Shara, like he had never felt before. Inside of himself he felt sharp crashing hurt, as if his organs were being squished and torn apart. Blood spit from between his teeth and he let out a silent roar, as if he was trying to voice something, but the lack of air in his lungs made it difficult.

He lurched slightly, eyes growing wide.

The Jedi! He was crushing him from the inside out! Using a technique of the Sith! Shara roared, this time forcing himself to take a breath breath of air. He shifted forward, taking a single step towards [member="Marcello Matteo"]. His hand moved up, and then came down in a double fist pound of the ground. Shara smashed the earths courtyard, sending a wave of the force through it and tearing it apart.

The Courtyard shook, and in a directed blast it tore through the ground towards Marcello, breaking open the earth and threatening to swallow up Marcello.

 

[Jannik Morlandt]

Location - Maria's ship "Reverie", near Teta Museum of Fine Art & Antiquities
Objective - Save the cultural artefacts.
Team - Gamma
Allies - [member="Avalore Eden"], [member="Turin Val Kur"], [member="Maria Natalja"] [@All Republic Forces]
Enemies - @All One Sith Forces.

Twice had Republic worlds been invaded in recent times and twice had he been stuck in his grief. It had only been recently that he had come across some resolve, and it had come alive with a righteous burning. He was no warrior of the blade, and at the stage of not yet being a Knight, his power in the Force was still in its early stages, save for the visions - those could not be learned. Still he would be of assistance where he could, and he would fight if there was no other option. He was grateful for the instruction that Saki had given him, as unorthodox as it was... Oh, who was he kidding? This whole life was unorthodox, this way of the Jedi, if one came into it having lived a number of years and having experienced the world, already. And yet, despite everything, it was turning out strangely better than before... even if he had experienced some of the mentally worst things in his life.

So he came out of the Reverie several moments after Maria, a lightsaber on his belt that was a loan until such a time that he would build his own - which would be soon, he felt. He had spent the flight from Ossus in meditations, seeking the force, farsight, precognition, for any clue as to how the tides would turn in this battle and that thing he had experienced in tandem to the Invasion of Coruscant by the One Sith, despite the now-mild current of... well, not fear, but apprehension that tried to weedle its way into the turns of his thoughts. His research and deliberations, after his discussions with Talon Vosra had lead him to a conclusion - there was someone, and that someone was not unlike him.

Not that he could be absolutely certain, but it was something to go on.

Coming up alongside her on the right, he scritched one hand through his dark hair, and peered about. He didn't know the other two members of their team all that well, but... well, It could be... Jannik lifted his right arm and pointed off to the left of Maria. He was certain of it, somehow. Perhaps communing with the Force was of more uses than he knew, after all, and he did need to have more faith in it. He was hobbling himself, otherwise. And ah, yes. There was the door.

"That way, lass. Ah'm t'take a guess, that th'others might be wondering where we're at."

Jannik took a deep breath to calm his nerves, and with as little hesitation as he could muster, he started off in the indicated direction, glancing over his shoulder after several steps.

"C'mon, then. No time t'lose."

 

[Ignatius]

Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Tracyn Ordo"],
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Daella Apparine"],
Unknown: [member="Michael Sardun"],

Oh that did not work too well.

Trying to get out and squirm from underneath the man, he was giving me a real beating. Good ol' street style. Man handling them and straight up punching the wits out of me. Face shots hurt bad. Really bad. Even if I wore a mask, it was really only protecting me against my skin from being absolutely cut and mangled. Bruises would still come. And well yes, I was crying. But how about you take a wholop of punches to the nose and face. hell even my mask broke revealing the upper left side of my face down to my eyebrow. I could almost feel the rage in this man.

First I had hit him a few times, gave him a pretty nice cut, might leave a scar for the ladies later on. cut his chest and he let his blood drop all over my clothes and mask. Even my knees to the kidneys did not make a significance. You can damn well sure say that I was about to give up, but I could not. I could feel as though someone wanted me to continue on. And I knew who it was.

I had to fight. Well with my arms up underneath him. it was kind of hard to block his strikes to my face. The best that I could do was move my head to maybe get a few glancing blows to the side of the head or the ear. A few times I didn't get hit and his fist hit the ground next to my head. When the first strike to my neck came, I bent my head forward towards him. Trying to prevent him from crushing my windpipe. A few of them hit my chin and mouth in his fury of strikes. Others slipped through and hit my collar bone and my neck. I decided that I was done. I thought I heard a voice in my head saying one word.

"Push."

I didn't know what the hell to do, so I pushed. With my hands under the man, I yelled out as I gathered the force within myself. I was so tired of people beating on me. People taking advantage of my size and weight. Using my age against me. I knew I was something more, I could feel it in my bones. Literally I could feel myself grow. I fell silent as I was slammed in the mouth again. Fine lets do this.

Yelling out so loud as I could feel the ground shake and rumble beneath me as someone used some ground attack off to the side, I just let the force that I controlled to burst out from me. A force blast that went in every direction. Which happened to cover almost every square inch of the man sitting on top of me. During my yell, I found that My voice grew deeper, and my body grew to be larger to match the man's size and build.

What in the hell was going on? Well, maybe I was not human after all?

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Still outside of Great Library.
Objective: Rip out Kiskla's skull to appease the Blood God.
Allies: One Sith, DSotF
Enemies: The Republic, LSotF, [member="Kiskla Grayson"]
Music: Kings of Carnage by Debauchery

Vornskr watched with a smug satisfaction as Kiskla tumbled down the steps, but was disappointed that she managed to right herself before reaching the bottom. It would have been enjoyable to see her body smashed upon the ground below, but no matter, there was still a fight to be held, and Vornskr was just getting started. He had the high ground at the moment, so that was already favorable for the Sith Lord, but to his surprise Kiskla advanced towards him from her lower position. At first he thought the Jedi to be a fool, but quickly remembered that she was no fool, she was cunning and wily, and she had something up her sleeve. Vornskr spun his lightsaber in front of him again, preparing for Kiskla's attack, but to his astonishment she divided into three new Kisklas as she approached. These doppelgängers were practically similar to the Jedi in every way, and to his surprise he was having some difficulty in pinpointing the original.

Clever girl.

Vornskr had to think quickly, and with another spin of his lightsaber he thrust the elongated hilt into the ground, and with a quick mutter of incantation there erupted a shield of shimmering emerald energy to envelope his being just as the Jedi and her illusions closed in on him. The real Kiskla's blades would connect soundly with the shield's barrier, while the incorporeal illusions would only pass through, thus catching the Jedi in her act red-handed. With the true Jedi now revealed, Vornskr tugged his weapon free from the ground, and with a simple touch of its blade against the inner surface of the shield, the barrier crumbled. Vornskr would then attempt to spear Kiskla with his blade, as she had come from above with a vicious double-bladed strike, but should he fail in that initial strike, he would follow it up with a barrage of spinning attacks and parries.

Meanwhile; the Scepter of Power was finally within range of the battle, and would be slithering through the numerous piles of rubble that adorned the streets to reach its master. However; the creature would wait and observe the battle as it patiently waited for the moment to strike, its body coiled around a metal rod that stuck out of a large chunk of permacrete nearby.

 

[Alan]

[member="Darth Vindica"] hit him like a force of...lightning. Deep, purple lightning. It struck Tracyn, hitting him square in the chest. The pain was familiar, though not pleasantly so. It rippled through his body, coursing throughout his body. However, this was not the first time he had been subjected to lightning. He spoke through gritted teeth, still standing even as he was assaulted by a torrent of lightning."Kaine hit a lot...harder..than you..."Tracyn said, stepping forward, as the bolts continued to barrage him. He slowly reached for his lightsaber, and with a painful push of a button, the green blade shot upwards. Tracyn amplified his body with the force. Vindica had pushed him, now Tracyn was going to be operating at full capacity and ability. The green blade intercepted the purple bolts, skewering the ground around them. Tracyn narrowed his eyes. His feet planted firmly in the ground, as he pivoted the lightsaber hilt vertically, aiming to shoot the Sith's purple bolts of lightning back at him.

"You are not getting away this time."Tracyn could let go, let loose his inner demons, but that would mean that the Sith would win again. No, they wouldn't, not with him. He, for the time being, ignored the pain that the lightning brought him, and instead focused on sending it back at the Sith. It was an old trick, one that he had done many, many, many times.

 

[Zion Krayt]

Location: Falling out of the Sky. Heading to Wherever the Force takes me!
Objective: Gather #JediStompSquad
Allies: #JediStompSquad: [member="Cree Oyaya"] [member="Hasjo Hallu"] - @Rest of the wannabes
Enemies: Anyone who is really white

To say Zaren Bouqi was a good team leader would have been correct in most instances. He never left anyone behind, he always put himself in front of the most threatening thing, if he could. But now, he was late to the battle of Empress Teta, it was kind of embarrassing. Although he planned to make up for it while his escape pod broke the atmosphere of the planet and was heading towards the Citadel, or Library, or whatever it was that he figured would be rushing up to meet his pod of doom.

He replayed the events of Druckenwell in his mind as his pod spiralled down towards the Library's front yard, the heating up of the escape pod hadn't been missed, but he barely registered it within his armour. He prepared himself mentally while he descended. He knew the battle was well under way, many Jedi would have died by then, and many Sith too. Even NPC soldiers on either side!

Poor NPC #4962

Then the escape pod crashed into the Library, tearing up the duracrete that must have paved the flooring for the library. His lightsaber had been unclipped from his belt once the escape pod had stopped rolling around, and he had unbuckled himself, and unstrapped himself from the floor, wall, and ceiling.

With a wave of the Force the Jedi exited the escape pod with the deactivated lightsaber hilt within his hand. It was time to put in the work.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: @Darth Shara, [member="Erin Darkstar"]
Allies: @Marcello Matteo, @Tracyn Ordo

Ryan was thankful the man had worn a mask. The bloody smile painted onto that scrap of material seemed to sneer at him, mocking. It made it easy for that insidious desire to curl about his heart, constricting in his chest until he felt a pain which had nothing to do with his wounds. Korr could feel the rage just beneath the surface. His mask of calm was slipping, cracking, fading.

With the barest premonition, a blast of the Force erupted from Ryan's opponent, launching Korr high into the air. The padawan tumbled backward through the air. Years of Ataru training came into play. Ryan managed to stabilize himself and he fell lightly to the ground, landing on his feet. Grey eyes flicked up toward his opponent and widened as the man grew in size to match Ryan's height. Korr took a step backward in shock.

Blood dripped steadily from the wounds to his shoulder, face, and chest. The wounds stung terribly, but after surviving the Vong's embrace of pain all other agonies paled.

The storm in his chest whipped about until at last he gave in to that ferocity. Ryan reached out and seized his opponent's legs in the Force, then he gestured violently as he attempted to rip Erin's legs out from under him with a brutal Force Pull. Korr followed it up by gathering telekinetic energy and slamming it down toward the Sith, hoping to smash Darkstar into the ground.

The red haired Sephi continued to stride forward, features stern and immovable and only bearing a touch of the sheer fury he felt inside. He had had enough of the Sith and their games. He wanted them to die. And he wanted to watch them die.

 

[Ignatius]

Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Tracyn Ordo"],
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Daella Apparine"],
Unknown: [member="Michael Sardun"],

Holy hell? How did I grow in size? How did I do that? How did I blast the man into the air? What the Fething Hell!

I was so confused about how I did that. I was staring at my hands as they were larger than normal, and I seemed to be taller. Looking up as the Sephi landed on the ground, it looked as though we were the same height and build now. I knew there were other creatures in the Galaxy that could change their shape and whatever else, but I felt no pain. So I was definitely not a Clawdite. Shi'ido maybe? Too bad I could not finish that thought as I was pulled to my back with a grip on my legs. I had a fear that he would be on top of me again, and well, I was fine with the amount of bruises that I had at the moment.

I kicked my feet to do a backwards roll to my knees as the ground where I was crashed down and broke into billions of pieces. Still somewhat shocked about what had happened. While I had grown. My cloak was on me, but too short and a tight on my shoulders. I quickly took my coat off and wrapped the sleeves around my waist. I knew that the man would be coming at me fast. With the force, I called with my hand the Dauntless blade. Slapping home into my palm I took off my mask and threw it to the ground. First off, it was broken, second, it was too small for my face now.

I didn't even think about attacking the man, seeing now as we might be on a more even field, I looked up to him and shrugged my shoulders letting him know that even I was not so sure about what happened to my body. "Continue?"

 

[Soeht]

:: THE OPEN SQUARE ::
DAELLA APPARINE
-vs-
MICHAEL SARDUN

​

The moment that [member="Michael Sardun"] mentioned Diana Moridena’s death, Daella’s eyebrows raised as her eyes widened. Her head tilted up not any more than a centimeter. Her mouth cracked open just slightly. A drawn out breath of air filled her lungs. Her extended right arm slowly lowered at the same time while her right leg softly slid back.

Once she finished the movement of her feet and arm, Daella stood with both arms to her side and her left foot forward. She seemed to hold her position and breath for a few extra moments. Then, she took a single blink of her eyes. She tightened her jaw - thus closing her mouth - and began to exhale through her nose. She tilted her head back down and narrowed her eyes as she opened them once again. Her lower face remained unmoving as she tightened both fists. The muscles in her forearm visibly tensed.

In the several seconds that passed since Sardun’s final word, [member="Darth Vindica"] had attempted to fry the resilient [member="Tracyn Ordo"] with Sith Lightning. A hint of purple light splashed upon Daella’s side as a result for those few moments.

Not too far away, [member="Erin Darkstar"] had begun, what would seem from an observer, to succumb to the corrupting nature of the dark side during his fight against the adept [member="Ryan Korr"]. Erin’s roar at the time could have made hearing difficult if he had not stopped.

To add to the chaos, [member="Darth Shara"] tore apart the ground of the Courtyard in order to crush the powerful [member="Marcello Matteo"] - thus causing a groundquake. Daella remained unfazed by the tremors with only her hair swaying back and forth across the front of her face.

Despite the violence surrounding them, Daella took another, more shallow, breath and answered with a crisp, resounding voice, “Yes.”

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: On a balcony, trading shots with a Jedi down below
Opponent: [member="Sai Fel"]

Fortunately, even at this range, the reason as to why the Jedi and Sith typically found ranged weapons unreliable was perfectly clear: they didn't always shoot exactly where one aimed them, particularly if the target doesn't stay still, and unless said target was an idiot, they usually didn't. This caused the ion discharge to zip past Albrect, albeit close enough to give him reason to move quickly to the side and duck down behind the guard rail of the balcony.

So far, Albrecht's decision to force his opponent to a distance had backfired spectacularly, as instead of advancing on him, Sai had simply switched to a ranged weapon, and unlike her rifle, he could only fire his blaster pistol on full-automatic for a few seconds at a time or else risk overheating the barrel, which had less to do with the weapon's age and more to do with it being a pistol with a rifle's rapid fire capability; a compromise had to be made somewhere to get that kind of performance in a compact size. A prolonged fire fight was unlikely to end in his favor, and so the Sith Acolyte began to reassess his options as he occasionally returned fire with a short burst over the wall.

His fighting style relied on outmaneuvering the enemy, and while he had a tactical advantage in his current location, this was nullified by his inferior ranged firepower. He would need to find some way to get around to the Jedi's side or rear, but the probability of this succeeding relied partly on the element of surprise. A padawan would be relatively easy to catch off-guard, unlike a Knight or a Master, but then again, if she had any common sense, she would suspect such a maneuver the moment he stopped firing...but then again, this could work to his advantage if he stopped firing and simply remained where he was, thus forcing her to come to him, as it would be quite difficult to get a clear shot with a ranged weapon on to his rather lofty perch relative to her present location. He decided to go with this option, and after firing another burst, reholstered his blaster, deactivated his lightsaber and focused his efforts on hiding his presence in the force, one of the very earliest techniques he had been taught during his time with the Sith. This would force his opponent to actively seek him visually out rather than relying on the force to locate him.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

LOCATION: Outside of the Great Library
OBJECTIVE: Strip Vornsky
ALLIES: The Force
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Vornskr"]

The shimmering shield was an unforeseen occurrence, though she should have anticipated it from their last encounter. Her plasma blades were shaken by the emerald film and her momentum instantly screwed up. The instantaneous re-calculation meant the temporary illusions would flicker and then rescind into the knolls of the ebb they had evolved from. Failures.

Her blades were still coming down, but had been diverted from their original path. A plunging strike moved forward and pierced against the metal of her abdomen, sizzling the iron-skin and layering on the outside of her ribs. She immediately adjusted her descent, adrenaline muting the pain, and kicked her long legs out forcefully to the chest of the massive Epicanthix. She used this kick as leverage into arching her back in a full 360 degrees to land in a tri-pose. Her left knee, right toes and left hand all touched the ground as her head snapped up and focused on the Sith. Her blades still hummed in a reverse grip; but she stood again her palms facing the Sith Lord as she reaching into her unparalleled ability of Art of the Small,

It looked as if she were simply standing there, with her blades pointed away from her and staring at the Sith with her arms outstretched. Hug? No. She was using the same technique that had stripped Cavill of his armour on Aeten II, but to a greater magnitude because this time her focus wasn't divided. She focused on his presence, and reached out on a microscopic level to feel the weight and weave of his armour. It was heavy, which was well-suited to a brute of his build. Her teeth clenched, and brow furrowed as she honed her focus more intensely, using the time she had given herself with her force-imbued kick wisely. He would not grace her with seconds. At the back of her mind, she felt a churning -- something dark but this time it wasn't from herself; but from someone cared about indeed. Still, she had to focus, and she suffocated the empathetic tingle.

Her work was efficient. She was focusing on the elements that composed the metal casing that covered him, making them swell and conglomerate until they were increasingly less composed and collected; unable to work together. He would feel the weight of the metal become unbearable. In Jacen's case, his armour had fallen right off; if that sort of favour fell to her chances it would be most welcomed. Otherwise, with the added pounds through her microscopic manipulation, Vornskr would be immobile.

She decided to test it, and give her arms a downward pull; as if pulling a tablecloth from a banquet table. Hopefully her ears would be graced with the sounds of clattering metal against stone.

 

[Marcus Faust]

Location: Western Wall
Enemies: Ryan Korr, Marcello Matteo, Tracyn Ordo,
Allies: Darth Shara, Erin Darkstar

Yes, Kaine probably did hit harder, but Vindica could make sure a job stayed finished. "You assume I am one to run." He replied in his raspy, mechanized voice. He saw Traycn's move coming a mile away, but found himself impressed with the Jedi's raw determination. As the first bits of lightning began redirecting towards him he cut the stream and thumbed his saber's ignition. The crimson blade sprung up, but not fast enough for Vindica to avoid getting a dose of his own medicine.

The two men stood facing each other, and Vindica still was impressed with the Jedi's tenacity. Man could take a hit, he'd give him that. Rolling his wrist he traced a circle in the air to his right with the tip of his blade. Then, within a blink of an eye, he shot forward. He started the dance the same way he had their first, a pseudo strike at his head which he brought down at Traycn's chest. He didn't ease time spinning to the right in an attempt to follow up with an attempt at slashing his enemy open along his side. For once he hoped things dragged out, he wanted to ensure the Jedi stayed dead.

 

[Sai Fel]

LOCATION: GROUND AREA
ALLIES: REPUBLIC/JEDI
ENEMIES: ONE SITH/[member="Albrecht Tagge"]
gear

Sai Fel continued to move keeping her feet going while she held the rifle against her rib cage. There was less kick then she expected and using the rare metal from Mayferra was wonderful for its lightweight (and minor saber resistance see metal sub below). Her eyes started flicking back and forth in her head when the shots stopped. When the sounds of gunfire died down and she stopped hugging a wall and she held the rifle to her chest. A look at it and then around. She couldn't feel the sith in the force either which was.... not good if only because she doubted she had killed him. There would have been something and she had been firing while on the move. Her hands switched modes going to regular blaster rifle while she thought about what to do and checked the underside of the weapon. There was the shots and it changed color going to more of a blue tinted rifle.

Sai Fel released a breath and factored at two things.... one he was either sneaking around somewhere or he was drawing her in. Either possibility would be hard since she coudln't sense him one way or the other but then her mind was thinking about what kind of cloak he was using. White current was rare and hard to do, light bending was something few could do but is was easier and then there was mentalism which was more saying you can't see me and hoping your mind power fu is stronger then theirs.... She focused on the latter moving from the wall and back along the street, reaching out with the force as much as she could and had a thought... a crazy one but well sometimes in war you had to go a little crazy. She slipped her hand to the pistol and popped the power pack from it. The concentrated gasses could be set aflame and in some cases... some unstable power backs exploded. A single grenade of... well she didn't know the science just threw it on the ground and stomped ntil the boot cracked it and then threw it towards the balcony. Her other hands holding the rifle and looking on the street cause out in the open this was the best place to get ambushed.

just because I realized they aren't in the gear

• http://starwarsrp.net/topic/22131-netharanium/
• http://starwarsrp.net/topic/30052-monroe-horak-multipurpose-combat-rifle/

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

Location - Maria's ship "Reverie", near Teta Museum of Fine Art & Antiquities
Objective - Save the cultural artefacts.
Team - Gamma
Allies - [member="Avalore Eden"], [member="Turin Val Kur"], [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [@All Republic Forces]
Enemies - @All One Sith Forces.

"C'mon, then. No time t'lose."

That's what Jannik had spoken to Maria, and that's what she had to answer to. "I guess you are right. We shall go inside," she said, then started walking towards the front door which was so magnificent, along with all the other parts of this building. Empress Teta had been a lovely planet while it had been under the Republic's control, she thought. She hadn't seen it while it was still a member of the Galactic Republic, but she knew One Sith should have never had this planet under their rule.

Maria opened the door and started looking around. This invasion had made one thing possible: getting to buildings rather easily. People were terrified by a war, and that's exactly why nobody was guarding the building as heavily as it had been guarded before the attack.

"Jannik - was that your name?" she asked, then giving him the time to answer before she continued, "Are you good at Telepathy?"

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: @Darth Shara, [member="Erin Darkstar"]
Allies: @Marcello Matteo, @Tracyn Ordo


The Padawan did not stop for a moment. His legs felt heavy, tired, but they were sturdy. His chest stung with the pain of lacerated flesh, but he was strong. His lungs screamed at him, winded, but he begged for them to draw breath yet again. On he came, feet moving with the swiftness of a storm front. While Erin was busy taking precious seconds to wrap his cloak around his waist and summon his blade, Ryan was already launching another attack even as he closed the distance between them. A palm snapped out and a Force Push erupted from Ryan's palm, aimed to send Erin sprawling to the ground.


He saw the bloody, bruised face of the dark haired Sith and found him not a man, but a youth. Ryan's anger wavered, allowing the Force to once more wrap about him in soothing waves, brushing aside thoughts of vengeance and filling him with a simple purpose. He had to beat this youth, revenge or no, because if he did not then the Sith would go out to kill others. It was what Sith did. The kid had had his chance at redemption. Now it was time for judgement.

Immersed in the Force, Ryan listened for the next impending attack, still running toward the swordsman, preparing to dodge it with precognition.

 

[Ignatius]

Location: Western Wall, Open Square
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Tracyn Ordo"],
Allies: [member="Darth Shara"], [member="Daella Apparine"],
Unknown: [member="Michael Sardun"],

By the time that I had gotten the coat off, The man became what seemed to be more enraged. He believed I was a Sith. When I was not. I worked for them from time to time so I could get my sister back. Sometimes you had to make a deal with a few devils to get into heaven. The Sephi rushed me and sent a force push my way. I was more at the ready than he suspected as I used Telekinesis to pull myself closer to the ground, and braced myself. Sliding back a good meter and a half as he rushed me once more. I stood there as he rushed me for a second and when it would be believed that he was on to me, I jumped high in the air with the aid of the force onto a building. Away from his onslaught of possible attacks.

As the battle had ranged a good side of the courtyard, The western wall was not too awfully damaged. from the attacks of the Jedi. I spoke out loud to him for once about something other than a fight. "You know nothing of who I am, and still you attack me." Gripping the man with the force, I tried to pull his legs out from under him and then push him down to the ground. "How do you know if I really am a Sith as you so believe?" I shook my head as the man wanted to kill me purely because I was working with them. I was not of a Dark sided origin. I do not have the darker powers of the force. I have only the bare necessities of the force to keep myself alive.

 

[Avalore Eden]

[member="Turin Val Kur"]
Inside Teta Museum of Fine Art & Antiquities

Avalore watched the man get up with a narrowing gaze. So much for listening to the Healer - cause, you know, being concussed and taking on Sith went really well together. She hadn't even had a chance to look at his other injuries. Did he have other injuries?

"Luck, then," her only comment to his far-sighted blathering, "we're here to help preserve all the priceless things, you know, get them away from sticky-fingered-Sith. Personally I think they put me here because I not much good at anything that involves violence. I don't even have a-" Avalore stopped, lightsaber...

She did have a lightsaber. His lightsaber, and for a moment she considered not giving it back out of spite for his inability to listen to directions. Be it beyond her scope to sense what sort of Force presence he had, but let no one say she didn't have brass balls and the biggest wang out of the Jedi. That fact had already been solidly agreed upon by the Order's best and most beauteous Jedi warrior, [member="Marcello Matteo"].

"Where are you going? You've still got eight minutes before you can be a hero."

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen let out a yelp then a deep growl as he was pulled under the falling sith. "OH, KRIFF NO!" Reaching around, Vulpesen took the belts that held his daggers i place then spun them around before thy could be pinned under his body. As for when [member="Darth Praelior"] finally fell on him, Vulpesen was thankful for the phrik armor he was wearing. It might not have been much, but it was something to keep him from getting flattened under this woman of massive proportions. "GET OFF, GET OFF, GET OFF!" It was really starting to seem like any reaction with a woman ended badly. And if that woman happened to be a zeltron, he always managed to somehow get trapped somewhere. Only this time, there were no locks to pick and even if Ace was around, there was no way to lift this body. So, Vulpesen opted for another option. "Surrender and allow me to push you off or you're dead." He wasn't how sure how strong her armor was but if she wanted any mobility, she'd need joints to let her move. Using his no freed eleven daggers, Vulpesen started to flick them towards natural places of movement in the body, hoping to hit the area's that were weak against projectiles. As for where these places were, he tried to aim for her sides, her shoulders, and the crook of her knees and elbows.