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

[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"],

The Cyan blade was allowed to be active for once more. it had been a few minutes, so the effects were now off. Telling me to Kriff off. I shook my head as he threw a wave of energy at me. I let my empty hands come up and send a force blast of my own to hinder the attack to just a strong breeze. I yanked my sword from the ground and flipped it to be at the ready. The Jedi still wanted to fight me. With a more even field than it once was, I would have a better chance to get out of this.

I stayed put. Not moving from my stance as I was not wanting to fight for once in my life. "Just leave Jedi. Mourn the loss of your Master, then come back to fight me with a more level head." I had no idea where I thought I was getting my authority from. Maybe the fact that I had grown up on the streets almost most of my known life. I truly wanted to give the man a chance to leave without more damage done to him. Sure he had beaten my face and neck. Gave me a good few bruises on my stomach, but I had cut him down the side of his face and neck, also across his chest, and probably given him a few bruises on his hands with my face. His bare hands had punched a mask, not my skin covered face.

"Just go before I see another one of you turned out of rage for the loss of someone." This Jedi was on he line. Anybody could look at him and see it. Acting savagely, Wanting to try and let his pain of loss rule over his emotions, and lets not even talk about his language choice in a pure rage over getting bested from a child that could change shape. Who knows, maybe I am really some 500 year old Sith Lord that want's to look like a child to make people underestimate him? This Jedi was not thinking straight like the stories and other such indications would foretell.

Even as I gave him a reason to leave, I had a gut feeling that he would rush me and attack, and/or tell me to kriff off again. However, I had hope that as a Jedi he saw this within himself, and would leave not to spare his life, but to live in the memory of his lost friend, and Master. He thought he had nothing to lose, when really, Nobody would ever be in that position no matter how much they believed it was justified.

 

[Alan]

Location: West wall
Allies: Dwindling
Enemies: [member="Darth Vindica"]

Marcus? Nope, Darth Vindica. It probably sounded better to the Sith in his mind than when spoken out-loud. It came off campy and as if the Sith was trying too hard to impress or frighten Tracyn. Tracyn responded by gathering the force in both of his hands, channeling it from his arms and chest. It was one of the advantages of being extremely fast from Teras Kasi- you didn't need to constantly enhance your physical aspects through the force to keep up with the force users. And now, Marcus was going to feel Tracyn's full potential. It wasn't heavily charged up, it wasn't too taxing on Tracyn, but Tracyn definitely wouldn't be doing it again this fight - the thing that he could really only do with such offensive potential.

Force burst.

Tracyn rolled his neck after he sent it directly to Marcus.

"Try that again, Marcus. Fight me like a man!"

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

LOCATION: SMOTHERING A JEDI
ALLIES: ONE SITH [member="Darth Naomi"]
ENEMIES: JEDI AND ALLIES [member="Vulpesen"]

Balaya moved about, she was readjusting herself and holding the saber spoke with a grin one her face. "Oh that is hurtful, I didn't hear you complaining when your face was buried in them." A laugh came as she prepared to fight more taking one of the whips in her clawed hand. "Poor little jedi your friends are not here, your all alone unlike on Troiken and this time there is the power of the darkside to aid us. Why not choose something else huh? Why not come here and embrace us. I'm not going to tell you we're good, we're evil, cruel and kill millions, I'm not going to tell you we're stronger because you have wiped us out but jedi I can tell you this and it isn't because I like you or want to see you live but because killing you means I wasted potential and twice today and that is one time to many. I could give two fraks about you and your life but killing you will solve nothing. Breaking you will only make you a servant and thrall and you are far stronger then that. Don't you want to live? Don't you want to feel our embrace upon you? If you cast aside your weapons right now you can have more then you ever did in the temple. More then the jedi would ever allow you to have, emotions, love you can have it all and all you have to do is come to us." Her eyes flicked to Naomi and now it was about playing a game, now it was about getting him to see his own... choice with honeyed lies.

 

[Darth Naomi]

Location: Same
Allies: [member="Darth Praelior"] and whatnot
Enemies: [member="Vulpesen"] + pubs and whatnot
Objective: 'Njoy the scenery and whatnot

After the thrust, Naomi's hands drifted apart before settling down by her sides again. She could feel and see the aura around her sister change as she actively called upon the force to aid in her movement. And it did, soon the two got on their feet again. It would seem that the EMP did not disable the armor, but rather crippled her Sith sister, she assumed it was something like those cybernetic implants Veles spoke about, but instead of improving vision these enhanced movement, or something of sorts. Thankfully, with the force she could still move.

Naomi's thoughts were of how to help her when the calmed daggers picked up speed again. She noticed the swarm coming at her, but it was too late to dodge it completely. Immediately her hands rose in front of her as she called upon the force to protect her. What appeared was a strange bubble, an incomplete push perhaps, that shielded her face and chest but there was no time to do anything else. Though the construct in front of her no doubt helped, she could still feel a stinging pain when the blades buzzed past her. A moment Naomi just stood there, the force thingy gone, one dagger had found its way into her left shoulder, two sliced her right leg and side but there appeared to be no vital damage. Nevertheless she fell to her left knee and her right hand moved to grab the metal sticking out of her left shoulder. She could still move, if she needed but while Darth Praelior spoke to the Jedi, the miraluka would remain still and silent, her mind however composed the most creative of curses.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Western Wall, Open Square.
Objective: I don’t even know what we are doing anymore
Players: [member="Daella Apparine"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

In that one defining moment Michael Sardun looked every inch the General and Knight he was. Stern, staunch and stalwart in the face of a Sith Master who outclassed him probably in every direction there was, but it would have been not in his nature to budge now.

“I see. Not as convincing as your Demon Brother though. Poor Marcello can attest to that.”

His head tilted just slightly as Daella started approaching him slowly, not threatening but there was a tension rising. There had been passion in her words, but as Michael had said. Shara had been far more convincing in his approach, not that it mattered in the end. He had a duty, and that was more important.

“It seems we have come to an impasse then, sword-sister. You know of me. I do not stand down. Let’s dance.”

In an instant his lightsabre was in hand, no flourish and no artistic useless movements. It wasn’t ignited yet, he awaited Daella’s mo-- And yet again they were disturbed this time by.. who the kark are you.

During her entrance his hair moved in all kinds of directions.

“Eh.. hi, nice eh.. entrance?”

 

[Darth Odium]

LOCATION: Teta open square
OBJECTIVE: Repel the over zealous lasersword wielding space wizards of light.

Spoiler

Allies: One Sith, [member="Daella Apparine"]
Enemies: [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Shaw McKeller"] and other saber jockeys.

The galaxy formed everyone differently. Some were beaten in to swords, objects of war and killing, while others were beaten into plow shares, objects of farming and harvesting. Many more were formed into a myriad of other shapes and became various tools but there were a few that fell among the flames of the galaxy's forge and became a part of the fire. For those few those lost ones, the broken few, they did not seek to be formed or remade, they sought to do the forming. Odium was one such creature. His black eyes did not blink at the tumultuous arrival of the female Jedi thing. It made no difference who or what she thought she was. She stood in the way of a greater purpose, one that superceded all foolish Jedi morals and beliefs. The galaxy had become corupt, disordered, cancerous. The only way to save the galaxy was to burn it to nothing and let it regrow from the ashes. Nothing should stand in the way of that goal, not her, not the Jedi, not even the force.


Odium walked forward from the shadows. His black eyes flecked with floating spots of red. His saberstaff hung from his belt as did the dark Sword of Ieldis. His Nautolan skin cloak billowed as he moved forward and revealed his black sith armor. Bones of various shapes and sizes hung from the armor in the approximate place that they should be and the necklace of black bones that contained the undying spirits of Darth Nox and Rasho the Hutt hung like a twisted trophy from his neck.

He moved to a place beside the sith lord and slowly pulled his lightsaber from his belt. Souls of hundreds had been consumed by the creature that was Odium, the sith that had blown up the Jedi temple and thousands more would be added to that number before the Dark Lord's vision of the Galaxy was finally realized. The mute slave of the Dark Lord push back his hood and unclasped the cloak to allow freedom of movement. It was about that time...time for the Jedi to taste their deaths.

 

[J3C0]

Location:Moving
Buddy:[member="Marcello Matteo"]
Future Victim: [member="Avalore Eden"]

“Come Veritas.” Shara rumbled as he watched more Jedi and Sith arrive within the courtyard.

Well, watched was a strange word, it was more accurate to say that he felt them arrive. His skill in sensing individuals of the force was not much, but he did not need to see. Maelibus hunted things through sensations in the earth, they moved below ground and could feel their targets move and shift about, it was how they hunted their prey and it was what allowed them to be such effective predator.

It was in this way that Shara could see the arrival of more beings, and added with his lackluster senses in the force the Maelibus could tell who was friend, and who was foe.

He moved, urging Marcello to come along with him. This fight was beyond them. They were tired, haggard, and a bit roasted. Better to find another place they could rest and relax for a little while before rejoining the fight. Though For Shara, it likely wouldn't take long. The Darkside fed into him continuously, his innards slowly regaining their strength.

Quickly they headed out of the courtyard, and towards one of the nearby museums.

 

[Sai Fel]

LOCATION: ROOM
ALLIES: REPUBLIC/JEDI [member="Jannik Morlandt"] [member="Avalore Eden"], [member="Turin Val Kur"], [member="Maria Natalja"]
ENEMIES: ONE SITH/
OBJECTIVE: RECUPERATE AND HEAL UP
gear

Sai Fel couldn't see him leave and laying there in the room she was feeling the warm trickle of blood from her skull. A grunt of frustration as she slammed a fist on the floor. This wasn't the way she wanted the fight to go but it was a fine way to at least survive while she stood up and wiped at the blood covering half her face. Her hand went to the comlink and she spoke. "This is padawan Fel, I am stuck in a building and need a medic, is anyone close by?" She spoke it while still walking towards the door and shouldering the rifle to keep. She stopped finding a dead soldier while she got power packs for the rifle. She was going off to try and help the others if she could but wanted to make sure the gash on her head was handled.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: gas filled libary
Ally: hate and anger and pain
Enemy: [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Skosk Fett"]
Darth Banshee barely blocks his attacks with her lightsaber, then flies back away from aedan miles with his force push. As she flies away from him she realize it the gas in air, why darth veles can no longer use the force. The only reason he she still use it was their re breather system, she had the same system used by the mandalorians. She felt it through the force the way she was taught, by @darth malifcete, then she landed she reached with her arm as aedan and stupid purple floppy rushed towards her. Then as [member="Rexus Drath"] had taught her she turned her hate of aedan on the re-breather and went to crush as she then used force to push him back, to give her time get up. She would also hold her breath in case he tried the same.

 

[Aedan Miles]

LOCATION: Near the door of the library
ALLY: [member="Skosk Fett"]
ENEMY: [member="Darth Banshee"]
OBJECTIVE: Leave

Aedan Miles felt and heard two things the first thing was the impact of the woman's force push sending him soaring out of the cloud of force breaker gas as he did not resist it. It was time for him to leave anyway this had turned into something he didn't want to be a part of any longer. The second thing he heard was the sound of his air scrubber system being broken yup definitely time to go. Hitting the ground in a roll he came to a stop with a few bruises under his armor as he stood up thankfully pushed outside of the gas's current area that it was in. Eventually it would start to spread out throughout the library. He smirked under his helmet as he stood up activating is comlink he contacted Skosk Fett. "Skosk we are leaving get out of here NOW!" Aedan shut his lightsabers off and clipped them onto his belt as he backed out of the door and towards where his transport waited. Moving farther away from Darth Banshee as he cared no farther for the fight this was a war of attrition he didn't sign up for that.

 

[Soeht]

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

Once [member="Michael Sardun"] drew his lightsaber hilt, Daella pulled her arm back as if preparing to slash it forward. However, Daella paused for a moment as her eyes softened. She looked up to the sky. A screech tore through the sky. Immediately, Daella deactivated her lightsaber and jumped back.

INTRODUCING: AARALYN REKALI

Just before [member="Aaralyn Rekali"]’s impact on the ground, Daella managed to plant her feet on the ground several meters away from where she had stood earlier. Once Aaralyn struck the ground, the shockwave flew to Daella. She kept a steady base with her feet and lifted both her arms to cover her face as small debris struck her. She seemed to withstood the pain of that, though.

INTRODUCING: DARTH ODIUM

Now, a cloud of dust impaired vision between Daella and the two Jedi before her. Once [member="Darth Odium"] took a stance beside Daella, the Sith Lord reignited her lightsaber. The purple glow pierced through the cloud and would have been visible to Sardun and Aaralyn. The hum seemed distorted by constant hissing as nearby dirt particles vaporized on the lightsaber.

“Be my shield,” whispered Darth Junra to Darth Odium, “If I can put all my effort into attacking them without caring for my safety, we can defeat them easily.”

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Aedan Miles"]

ALLY: AEDAN MILES
Enemy: Banshe
OBJECTIVE: Fall back
From Skosk's comlink he had heard the rally master give an order, this invasion was done. There part in this was done, the green tank jogged, this was the fastest pace he could have. The mercenary could not believe they had lost, this was a first, one day he would avenge his brothers, one day he would beat the kark out of banshee. Leaving the library, the mercenary would remember this burn, just as if he had for the first time, lost to his wrestling rival. The medication began to wear off, pain started coming back to the mandalorian. Indeed, the athlete would need extensive surgery, and long recovery days before fighting again. War was around him as he waited for Aedan, he sat down on a broken half destroyed crate, rest was needed obviously.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: The Library of pain
Allies: pain and hate
Enemy: [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Skosk Fett"]
Darth banshee could see the two running away she cursed them in mandalorian, HUT'UUN this mandalorian word cowards. They came to their planets attacked her master [member="Darth Veles"], know they running away from her. Worst still aedan miles was few people trusted, him and [member="Ordo"]. Why did they come here, why was it him she just like she fancied him too. With his purple floppy hair, and he was commander, and he purple hair. She used the force to throw a book case at them, it missed she could bring herself to kill him. Yet she hated him for this, tears began to run down her eyes. It was not the pain leg what caused it, she cope with that she was sith. It was what he had done, he came here and helped the republic.

Their was still battle to be won and Jedi to fight, she used force to grab another bacta injection as she started limp outside. She injected herself again, to help heal her leg. She was coming to clean house, she coming to get them all. All of them who turned the mandalorians against her.

 

[Vulpesen]

A small twitch in his eye as Vulpesen heard the words. One master on two very weakened sith. He had quite a few chances to win this. But... her words. He hated the thought of killing or hurting others. He wanted to defend life he wanted to save others. That's what had driven him to be a jedi. But now, his passions and his love. Before nothing had held him except Zarro. Now, he had another point to protect. Ace was his bond-mate and the jedi had often criticized him for that connection. Still, he had done so much for the republic. "You seem to be in no place for threats. What makes you think that I have any doubts I can handle you right now. And what makes you think I would abandon the safety of the galaxy?"

[member="Darth Praelior"] [member="Darth Naomi"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Library
Allies: [member="Darth Banshee"]
Enemies: Pubs & Friends

Making his way back to the battlefield, armed with a blaster rifle taken from the Mandalorian Lord Helios had killed earlier, Darth Veles moved towards the library, intending to help Lady Banshee who had saved him. As an honorable man, the Mon Cal intended to return the favor. The rifle would be useless against the opponent dressed in Beskar, just as well as against the Force sensitive man with two lightsabers. Eliminating either might prove to be downright impossible, but if nothing else, the Mon Cal could provide a nice distraction. Unless Sabrina already lied dead, that is. Without the Force on his side, his advancement through the ruined city was painfully slow as he had to avoid most of the enemy forces. Carefully planting his weight from one foot to another, watching the material he stepped on; things he did not have to worry about with the Force masking his mistakes. Luckily for the assassin, he had to do it just like now when he was young and possessed no knowledge of bending sound and light, meaning his experience helped him to avoid detection.

Upon encountering a lone enemy peeking from behind cover, their back turned to the Sith Knight, Veles quickly slowed down, moving cautiously towards the soldier. Carefully planting his booted feet on the rubble, step by step, the amphibian briefly gazed around for any witnesses. Seeing none, he drew his short sword from the right boot, as lightsabers produced the typical hum, and sneaked up behind the enemy soldier. One webbed hand swiftly grabbed the man's head from behind, exposing his neck, while the other planted the sword into the enemy and opened his throat with a swift cut. The body of the man violently shook for a few seconds as the soldier struggled to live, blood gushing from the injury, but he soon became limp. Slowly and gently placing the body down, Veles peeked over the barricade. A happy smile found its way into his face as he witnessed his friend, still alive. No sign of her enemies, meaning the have most likely fled.

One more look around, not wanting to get shot by a sniper, and the Sith quickly jumped over the cover and moved towards [member="Darth Banshee"]. "Knight Banshee!" he said and unclipped the medpac hanging on his belt, handing it over to the woman who obviously needed it. "Please, take this. It should prevent the injury from getting infected, at least." Another look around. She was wounded, he was without the Force. "I suppose it'd be for the bestif we teamed up...," he offered, sheathing the blade and taking the rifle again.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Library
Allies: [member="Darth Veles"]
Enemies: Pubs & Friends

Darth Banshee saw master come in he lost his connection to force, though she new it was only temporary. She looked at him as he gave another med pack, she nodded and hobbled over to a desk. Then looked at master again, and pointed to a few pieces of shrapnel still her leg. Pull them out, she said but her voice had changed it tone since she had fought and drove of [member="Aedan Miles"]. She need the its metal first, so they would not cut open her leg further. Then she could take the meds, and some bandages to help bind it.

She did not want any pain killers, as she use the pain to make the Jedi suffer when she get`s out of this room. She was still hurting emotionally after facing aedan, she still could not fathom why he was here. Why did he want to hurt her people, after she gone out her way to help them. In count less battles. She was one not to trust easily, but to no one has ever betrayed her trust before ever.

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Library
Allies: [member="Darth Banshee"]
Enemies: Pubs & Friends


"Of course," Veles replied, crouching and studying the wound with his cybernetic eye. The injury did not look very bad, but it would most certainly hurt. That might work in the Sith's favor though; he voice was filled with hate, and if combined with pain, Darth Banshee would be able to strengthen her connection to the Dark Side and regain her energy ina short ammount of time. And of course, fill the woman with raw power... and turn her into a beautiful killing machine, a Sith filled with hate and anger unleashed upon the battlefield. Veles himself had experienced such state only twice, but thememory of the incredible power surging through his body would never be forgotten.

The cybernetic hand moved closer to the young woman's leg, still inspecting the shrapnel pieces if those did not hit the artery.It seemed safe to pull all the pieces of metal out though. "Prepare a spray bandage," the Mon Cal ordered and grasped one of the sharp pieces in between his fingers. It was slippery due to being bloody, but one strong yank and the first piece was out, followed by a small stream of crimson. The other pieces followed in rapid succession, falling to the ground along with drops of his friend's blood. Again, Veles regretted he could not feel her through the Force; he wished to feel her power, a true Sith she was. Hopefully he'd have the chance to witness it upon meeting a Jedi or two...

 

[sabrina]

Location: Library
Allies: [member="Darth Veles"]
Enemies: Pubs & Friends

Darth Banshee braced her self, as he pulled the bits of shrapnel from her. She clenched her hands on table as he sprayed some bandages on her would. She then got up and asked him, Where are we need. She was still crying behind her mask, though no one could see how much fighting him hurt her. Not just a little bit she just wanted that pain to go away, and she hoped driving the Jedi away would help this happen. Though part of her new this would not solve it, though it at least concentrate her mind for a while.

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Streets of Cinnagar
Allies: [member="Darth Banshee"]
Enemies: Pubs & Friends


Once the Sith Knight was patched up, Veles stood up, one of his large amber eyes glaring at her wounded leg to see if she could walk without limping. Hopefully. Her question caused him to lift his eye and look into her face, his sight almost empty and devoid of all emotion. Closing his eyes for a second, he attempted to reach out through the Force just like he had done thousands of times before. Nothing. "I... don't know," he stated with a frown, shaking his large domed head, "I don't feel anything." Thinking for a minute, he considered their capability of taking down various ranks of their Force sensitive enemies. Masters? Definitely not, not even if they were unharmed. Knights? Maybe, but not with her wounded leg and his inability to use the greatest tool in the galaxy. Padawans? Yes.

"Let's go into the streets. They are still sending new meat. Find a weaker one." The Mon Calamari ordered and set off into the ruined city, his steps guiding him into the part where the Republic has taken over, although many beings still fought against the invader. Despite the popular belief the civilians would wet themselves by happiness upon seeing the 'liberating' forces, Veles did not see happy faces. Maybe because the Republic and the Jedi invaded the planet, destroying part of the city which resulted in many civilian deaths. Who would be happy to lose their friends and families just because somebody wanted to overthrow the current rulers of the planet? Raising his rifle, his eyes wildly darted around, searching for any invader.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

LOCATION: SMOTHERING A JEDI
ALLIES: ONE SITH [member="Darth Naomi"]
ENEMIES: JEDI AND ALLIES [member="Vulpesen"]

Balaya looked at Naomi as the woman remained silent and her empathy flared bringing a wonderful feeling while she stood tall. Her body showing no more strain but the whip went away. "You might be able to handle one of us jedi but the two of us..... I do not think so, I will have your body inside another net of the darkside and sap your strength further." She moved forward though and smiled seeing him. "I can feel it you know that moments hesitation, that contemplation. There is something in the order that gives you pause. Something that has happened that makes you..."

She let it trail off and came closer allowing a smile to curl her lips. The saber was still in her hand to defend but her other hand was free. "You want to protect the galaxy, protect its people yes? You want there to be peace but peace is a lie. Conflict is needed for species to live and evolve, to grow and change. All we want is to unite the galaxy under a single banner, no more corrupt governments fighting each other and hurting their people. Simple and pure order where the Dark lord reigns and yes people will die, they will be in pain but the ones who survive will be stronger for it, they will thrive and change."

She stepped forward more and offered the taloned hand while she brought it out to tap his mask and chin. "Besides jedi how will you protect people of the galaxy? Through us you can bring order, protection to the worlds, through us and the darkside you can save more lives. All you need to do is submit and come with us and there will never be the sound of sith boots on your homeworld. Your world will be protected and cared for as order is established." Now she was closer and moved her armored hands to cradle Vulpesen's mask. "Show me your eyes jedi I want to see you before you choose."