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The Jedi Knight could feel the Darkness pulsing heavily from up ahead.
She could feel the Padawan's distress. How many more Padawans' future would have to be sacrificed before this war came to an end? It couldn't go on like this.
In the run, she collapsed her staff to return it to her belt and draw her saber instead. But just as the cerulean blade ignited, the Dark Presence entered her mind.
The Kiffar came to a stop before she rounded the corner, her jaw set. Calm her mind before a rash decision cost the Padawan her life. After a deep breath. the blade disengaged before the hilt returned to her belt.
A Jedi was more than their saber, after all.
Tranquility in motion, she stepped around the corner to see Ara suspended in front of the Sith - clearly a shield for the Darksider. "I will ask you once - let her go." she said to the Sith, voice as calm as the mirrored face of a lake. "You are also hurt. It's not worth it."
x20 CR90 (Gutted to to hold 1000 passengers each)
x20 Gravity Bombs (one on each CR90)
x400 Droids (Non combat droids) as Crew and staff on the CR90's
4 grav bombs have been set off
Tegan kept her steady unhurried space for the Maw fighting lines the tanks going on ahead of her and beginning top open their fire on the evacuation camps. Her head turning slightly as the Devourer reigned down fury cutting across the ground for the spaceport. It left a swath of pure destruction in its wake. The diminutive figure could feel the death, devastation, and pure dread that erupted through out the evacuation sight. In moments pure chaos set in as the Maw line howled in pure adrenaline-fueled lunacy at the destruction. Yet it was only momentary as they were quickly drawn back into the civilian slaughter.
Tegan's orange eyes returned to the lines and the tanks in front of her as they were besieged by missiles from Mandalorians. Her feet kept going though and it wasn't long, and she passed by the Tanks and into he rear line of the maw. The Bad Omen had arrived but what she sort of destruction would come in her wake was not yet seen. The holopad at her side let off a series of beeps mentally Tegan just connected it to her mind crown. She was in the thick of it all now she didn't need to be gawking at a holopad screen. The information crossed through her mind crown a wicked smile that hadn't yet left her face grew wider.
The boy ran from where the Mandalorian was he didn't ask any questions; he could feel the authority in the mans voice and he could tell it was series. He ran fast towards his mom and sister and looked at them with stern authoritative look. "We need to go." He said his mom looked at him confused and dismissed him at first. "We need to get off this ship now, the manda…." Before he could finish the ground began to rumble and shake. People who were standing stumbled and tripped as it felt like a earthquake was striking through. Several droids crashed into walls and luggage and belongings shifted scattering all across the open space of the cr90.
The mother grab both her children and pulled them in close to her using her own body to protect them from anyone or anything that might fall on them or into them. Screams could be heard from outside the cr90 but the words were hard to make out. "space port!" was the only thing could be clearly made out. It wasn't long before a droid came over the comms of the cr90.
"The Maw have launched a strike from Orbit we will be engaging our shields. We ask that you remain calm as long as you stay aboard you will be safe."
The boy looked up at his mother huddled over him, the Mandalorian had told them they needed to get off the ship. Still the droid crew was telling them to stay aboard, and he wasn't sure how he could convince he mother, sister, or even the rest. Outside the ship seemed even more dangerous now that the Maw was firing on them and attacking the perimeter of the evac camp as well.
The comms across the evac sight were now open to Tegan and she could hear the comm charter from all sides. She could hear soldiers pumping each other up and other cursing their damn luck. One conversation went on to long about telling their families they love them if they don't make it out of this growing shit storm. Tegan felt little for the plight of any soldier or civilian on either side, she had long ago shed herself of empathy. She came up beside the Commander of the Maw lines who was being charged by a couple of Mandalorians. He was a giant compared to her, in fact most the enemies had noticed her though she was peculiar wearing Mandalorian beskar, a sith death mask, and a long duster coat all pure white then there were her glowing orange eyes.
The commander almost back right into and as he was pushed back by own of the Mandalorians he was engaged with. Tegan though quickly side stepped out the way and the commander jumped slightly as he finally noticed her out of the corner of his eye. Tegan calmly knelt down and picked up two rocks, one in each of her hands. She then began to dance around the Mandalorians that were in melee with the commander. As she did, she allowed her body to phase as she danced right through the Mandalorians engaging the commander. As she did the mandalorians both took notice of her, but it was too late as both the rocks had vanished from her hands. The Mandalorians hearts exploded in their chest as they both collapsed to the ground before the commander a rock having been placed in the center of their chests.
Her eyes stair right at the Commander, another wave was coming but they had a few moments. "Another explosion is coming; you need to push as hard as you can and I need the Shamans to bring down the roof now!" Tegan turned away from the commander and moved on forward into the lines heading for the front lines.
The Maw forces south began bridging the area brutally killing any all civilians though the forces int eh south were lighter than they were in the north they were just as sadistic. Savoring in every kill they made and taking trophies from their victims. The Deathgangers that had broken away were now engaging the House IO soldiers disguised as EE soldiers. They took out a couple of the squad members, but it wasn't long, and opposition began to return the fury. Speeding around they began swarm around the Squad as the civilians and others ran for a burnt-out building.
The bikers called back to the main warband on comms telling them they found some stragglers. At first, they acted like it was nothing and they could handle but it was long, and their numbers were being cut down. Bikes speed off and away as their riders were shot and killed. Other bikes rammed into each other. They were taking almost as good as they gave out. This squad had some tough sons of bitches among them. Still the Maw vastly outnumbered this small squad all the Maw riders had to do was call back to the main war band for help.
As the three Death ganger who had originally only one surviving now more had come to join them now their numbers. They almost seemed endless as the survivor of the three pulled a grenade launcher from his saddle and began to speed towards the building firing a grenade after grenade into the shack. He screamed "War! Death! Rebirth!" As he didn't stop he speed right for the building if his grenades didn't take them out he was going to Kamikaze it. There would be nothing left the rider the building or anyone in it when he was done.
As that was going on one of the evac ships in the south was attempting to take off as the space port attack had put fear in them despite not having a full load. As they lifted off the sensor array on one of the Cr90's triggered as it did three other Cr90's triggered as well four in total. A good portion of the south camp and the ships that attempted to take off were caught in the blast of the killing thousands of personal, soldiers, civilians, and even Maw alike. The Death toll expanded quickly in just an instant because of fear and it was about to get even worse.
In the south four of the cr90's warheads went off the shock waves in the ground could be felt as they went off those ships that had attempted to lift off were now obliterated. As Adenn and his Mandalorians rallied back against the Maw they began to at first actually start pushing them back. The explosion at the back of the camp deteriorating the railing speech Adenn had just give though. The body count on the Maw side was rising but at the rate it was going with all the devastation the Maw had caused it would be a surprise if any Civilian lived.
"I will ask you again, as I before on countless worlds, will you stand with me once more? To the end of all that is on this world."
"Then let us fight, my aliit. Fight until we are buried beneath the rubble, choked by the smoke, and neck deep in the bodies of our foes. And let us rise from that rubble as we did on Manda'yaim, to fight forevermore. For Mandalore, for our aliit."
A figure all dressed in white soon appeared on the front lines at first it seemed like soldiers and weapons fire didn't notice her. Partly it was due to herself not presenting herself as a big target the other part she was partially obscuring her presences with the force so only the strong willed could easily see through the illusion that made it seem like she wasn't there. Then her voice breached the same comms Adenn had given his speech over. The voice was soft spoken though it had a clear tone of authority to it despite being eerily calm in a raging battle.
"Your speech is so inspiring, but Mandalore is dead your people let the sith rape it. The same sith who rose from with in the Epicanthix and here you are trying to save them? I met a Mandalorian not long ago, they said no sith no exceptions yet here we are. The Mandalorians have truly lost their way." Tegan's words weren't meant to infuriate or even sway some of the mandalorians to the side of the Maw Tegan knew that was impossible the Maw was just as infested with the sith disease that would eventually kill the Maw itself. Instead, her words were meant to show some of the mandalorians the hypocrisy of their actions this day. Mandalorians had honor and long history of vengeance, Tegan's word was to remind them of what Epicanthix represented a sith empire that had tried to decimate them their was no honor in defending these people or saving them from the fate they once imposed on the Mandalorian people.
Tegan Pulled four sabers from her belt and set them down in front of her and she slowly let the illusion around her fade away. She revealed herself to front lines before, her Orange sulfuric burned brightly from the eye slits one the white expressionless death mask she wore over her face. "I will let all Non Epicanthixians leave this world so long those that own this world are left to die with it. Call it retribution for your beloved Mandalore. Remember all those who were killed at the Hands of the Old Sith Empire, this is vengeance for the fallen. Honor your fallen blood can only be repaid in blood. Mando'ad draar digu. "
There was devastation all across the camp but Tegan's word would give some of th emnadalorians pause and instill even more fear in the Epicanthix as they realized what this was about their former God Emperor of the Sith Empire. "I give my word as Dha Werda Verda." Tegan said as she stood their full revealed with her sabers setting on the ground in front of her. The words she spoke were old but Mandalorians who knew their history Dha Werda Verda were Mandalorians the warriors of Shadow and knew the ways of the dark and destruction the ancient ways of the Mandalorians.
As Mig stood there before the gravity bomb that was a mess of wires a loud buzzer went off across the ship not long after the droids message. A green light flipped on the gravity bomb showing it was now armed. That should have been it, it should have gone off but it didn't it stopped in armed state. As the voice of the woman came across the comms and she offered the Mandalorians and others the chance to leave this world. Uknown to Mig Gred and other Tegan had stopped all but four of the grav bombs from going off with her mind crown. With a thought she could reignite the chain reaction those attempting to escape had put into motion. The chain reaction halt but by a mad woman with Impulse control issues.
That left him and his Mandalorians with a choice they could continue their path of self-destruction or take the offer before them allowing them to leave. Though they would have to abandon the Epicanthix. Time was ticking though and surely some of the ships would take the deal and abandon the people of Panatha to their fate.
Meanwhile as the Maw fought on and the numbers of dead began to rise quickly the Heathan priest and Shamans ritual carried on and far beyond the Planets surface the debris field began to shift. As the ritual magicks grew stronger the Debris field began to be pulled inward towards the surface. The shamans and priest chanted and enchanted summoning forth a great meteor storm from the debris field the likes this Planet had not seen. The fist bits breach the atmosphere and began to fall soon a cascade affect would be in affect hell would be reigning down from the heavens above.
« Good, I like that. Straight to the point as soldiers like you an' I ought to be. »
As the Major-General had come to meet Nukth, he had understood that the men had no time to lose. Good to see that he was right. He was about to reach for the pocket where he was putting his cigarettes, but, as Gowrie declined the offered cigarra, he thought that the idea wasn't very good to make clear that he was paying attention to what his counterpart was about to declare. All around them, APCs and tanks were still moving forward to reach the rendezvous point established by the Free-State Command. It was now time to know what brought the three Galidraani there.
« But in any case.... We're up against the Scar Hounds the-day, and thus the rumours an' coincidences that were aw lining up afore seem to draw into our collective thoughts once more, namely those circulating around a Warlord we haven't been able to identify as of yet, suspected to be of Goidelic or Galidraani heritage - doesn't help we're up to our eyeballs in tinfoil-crackpot theories lending credence to this. »
If Gowrie was right, the revelation was terrible; imagining that a Galidraani -- who was bound to be a former Imperial -- was leading the Scar Hounds as one of the Brotherhood's Warlords was inconceivable. How could someone turn their back to the Empire at this point? Even with some Dark-Sided manipulation, that Nukth didn't know as well, it seemed impossible to become a member of the Maw's tribes. Without forgetting the fact that the man had probably been raised and trained by the New Imperial Order itself before his defection or whatever had led him to this point. Especially for someone like Gowrie, fighting against a former brother would certainly be harrowing. Wouldn't Nukth act like him if he had discovered this type of fact? Probably yes.
« Put simply, the lads believe a Goidel became the Mongrel's successor along the way, an' they believe this same successor rose up to take his place as planned. So I want the tinfoil proven right or wrong either way, I want to learn the truth an' ID this kark-sucker once an' for all.... Plenty dangers await us behind enemy lines for sure, but knowledge is power - a power best served in Imperial hands. »
As Gowrie was talking about this supposed-Galidraani successor, Nukth understood that something was going wrong over there. The question wasn't only whether or not this Warlord was a Galidraani; there was something more behind it. Something more than Gowrie himself couldn't even know. More than just knowing the nationality of the man, the Major-General wanted to identify him... As if he was probably someone important. Kelga'an knew that the mission was harder than said. He had already fought the Mawites on several planets and frontlines and knew how they worked: they hadn't any conventional indications about how to command their hoards. Each Warlord had his own way to do while you could recognise an Imperial officer at first sight on a battlefield. This was how the Mawites worked -- they didn't. When you were fighting against them, you didn't what expecting from them, except if you knew the Warlord in question. It was how the Mongrel had been defeated; and odds on that this one had a lot of Galidraani behaviours that Lord Aron would be able to see through their manners and their manoeuvres. This was probably why the Kellas thought that they had to use unconventional units in an unconventional warfare strategy that would lead to disturbing the so-called Warlord's plan.
Nukth knew that it wasn't a task for any and all soldiers on this planet: it was reserved to a couple of commandos that could lead those sorts of operations behind enemy lines, against special enemies. And Kelga'an wanted to prove once and for all that he was able to do this, even alongside officers considered hereditary enemies by most of his people. He had remained silent for a couple of seconds after the last lines of his counterpart before declaring:
Silhana Lolaes'ra Lynne Tal’kira aka Lady Orchid; The Angel-faced killer
Ver'alor (Lieutenant), member of the Clan Cadera; Bounty Hunter, Headmistress of the House Orchid and The Hounty Hunters' Guild
The events take place about 2-3 weeks after Junction, giving all participants enough time to get here and reach the planet after the Eternal Empire's aid call. Site Administrator: Valiens Nantaris Eternal Empire Staff: Ingrid L'lerim, Taozi Fuyuan, Felmorante L'lerim, Rolin Doan Annihilation...
The events take place about 2-3 weeks after Junction, giving all participants enough time to get here and reach the planet after the Eternal Empire's aid call. Site Administrator: Valiens Nantaris Eternal Empire Staff: Ingrid L'lerim, Taozi Fuyuan, Felmorante L'lerim, Rolin Doan Annihilation...
The events take place about 2-3 weeks after Junction, giving all participants enough time to get here and reach the planet after the Eternal Empire's aid call. Site Administrator: Valiens Nantaris Eternal Empire Staff: Ingrid L'lerim, Taozi Fuyuan, Felmorante L'lerim, Rolin Doan Annihilation...
+ C O N V I C T P A G E C L A I M + PANATHA | CANTHAR RUINS ALLIES: GA | Open ENEMIES: Maw | Nyaeli ENGAGING: Nyaeli GEAR: In bio With her lightsaber in hand, Ara walked through the city with only distant echoes and a presence in the Force to guide her. Through the overwhelming darkness, she...
+ C O N V I C T P A G E C L A I M + PANATHA | CANTHAR RUINS ALLIES: GA | Open ENEMIES: Maw | Nyaeli ENGAGING: Nyaeli GEAR: In bio With her lightsaber in hand, Ara walked through the city with only distant echoes and a presence in the Force to guide her. Through the overwhelming darkness, she...
+ C O N V I C T P A G E C L A I M + PANATHA | CANTHAR RUINS ALLIES: GA | Open ENEMIES: Maw | Nyaeli ENGAGING: Nyaeli GEAR: In bio With her lightsaber in hand, Ara walked through the city with only distant echoes and a presence in the Force to guide her. Through the overwhelming darkness, she...
Location: Darkside Rift Objective: Tie down Maw forces Tags: OPEN FOR MAW AND EE/GA Anti-Maw: Ara Sheridan Torrun Vell Maw: Nyaeli Thomas Barran Ronar An hour ago... Lord Asudai Rapux tapped his foot impatiently, listening to the sound of blasted, cracked soil crumple underneath his armoured...
Location: Darkside Rift Objective: Tie down Maw forces Tags: OPEN FOR MAW AND EE/GA Anti-Maw: Ara Sheridan Torrun Vell Maw: Nyaeli Thomas Barran Ronar An hour ago... Lord Asudai Rapux tapped his foot impatiently, listening to the sound of blasted, cracked soil crumple underneath his armoured...
Location: Darkside Rift Objective: Tie down Maw forces Tags: OPEN FOR MAW AND EE/GA Anti-Maw: Ara Sheridan Torrun Vell Maw: Nyaeli Thomas Barran Ronar An hour ago... Lord Asudai Rapux tapped his foot impatiently, listening to the sound of blasted, cracked soil crumple underneath his armoured...
The Brotherhood called this time their "Age of Hunger". Like a warrior left famished after fighting for his life, the belly of the Mawite war machine was empty. The mounting casualties - countless losses of ships and personnel - in the brutal, grinding struggle for the Core Worlds had left the...
3rd post OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH ISSA PAGECLAIM!!!! YA DANCER!!!!! TWILIGHT OF THE GODS AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY OBJECTIVE 1 WILDCAT_ONE TRIBAL-CHIEFTAIN OF AN-TUATHA MAJOR-GENERAL OF WILDCAT DIVISION BELIGERENTS (EE/EMPIRE/AC Vs. BOTM/DH/SH) Ingrid L'lerim Victor Vel Aath Myri Dara Kriegan Tavlar...
3rd post OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH ISSA PAGECLAIM!!!! YA DANCER!!!!! TWILIGHT OF THE GODS AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY OBJECTIVE 1 WILDCAT_ONE TRIBAL-CHIEFTAIN OF AN-TUATHA MAJOR-GENERAL OF WILDCAT DIVISION BELIGERENTS (EE/EMPIRE/AC Vs. BOTM/DH/SH) Ingrid L'lerim Victor Vel Aath Myri Dara Kriegan Tavlar...
Silhana Lolaes'ra Lynne Tal’kira aka Lady Orchid; The Angel-faced killer Ver'alor (Lieutenant), member of the Clan Cadera; Bounty Hunter, Headmistress of the House Orchid and The Hounty Hunters' Guild Objective: Try to save the hostages. Location: The Devourer Equipment: 2x PV-16 "Sunfury"...
Silhana Lolaes'ra Lynne Tal’kira aka Lady Orchid; The Angel-faced killer Ver'alor (Lieutenant), member of the Clan Cadera; Bounty Hunter, Headmistress of the House Orchid and The Hounty Hunters' Guild Objective: Try to save the hostages. Location: The Devourer Equipment: 2x PV-16 "Sunfury"...
Location: Panatha Attani Implant: Link! Tag: Ara Sheridan "Wow! You can actually talk! You see, was that so karking hard to answer?" Nyaeli offered no verbal response, and simply focused on her attempt to shatter the Padawan's mind and burn her skin alive with surges of blue lightning. The...
Objective: Defeat Alor Harert Location: The Devourer Equipment: Beskar'gam, Teroch Shield, Beskad, Blaster Rifle Allies: Eternal Empire, Enclave, Etc. Enemies: Dodhorn Harert ; Dar'manda; Sith The Shield landed cleanly, the Beskad did not. As the sword came over the rim of his shield in a...
Objective: Defeat Alor Harert Location: The Devourer Equipment: Beskar'gam, Teroch Shield, Beskad, Blaster Rifle Allies: Eternal Empire, Enclave, Etc. Enemies: Dodhorn Harert ; Dar'manda; Sith The Shield landed cleanly, the Beskad did not. As the sword came over the rim of his shield in a...
Objective: Defeat Alor Harert Location: The Devourer Equipment: Beskar'gam, Teroch Shield, Beskad, Blaster Rifle Allies: Eternal Empire, Enclave, Etc. Enemies: Dodhorn Harert ; Dar'manda; Sith Overconfidence was the great equalizer. In this battle Dodhorn Harert held many of the advantages...
Objective: Defeat Alor Harert Location: The Devourer Equipment: Beskar'gam, Teroch Shield, Beskad, Blaster Rifle Allies: Eternal Empire, Enclave, Etc. Enemies: Dodhorn Harert ; Dar'manda; Sith Overconfidence was the great equalizer. In this battle Dodhorn Harert held many of the advantages...
Objective: Defeat Alor Harert Location: The Devourer Equipment: Beskar'gam, Teroch Shield, Beskad, Blaster Rifle Allies: Eternal Empire, Enclave, Etc. Enemies: Dodhorn Harert ; Dar'manda; Sith Overconfidence was the great equalizer. In this battle Dodhorn Harert held many of the advantages...
The Defense of the Devourer Writing with: Mairéad Solus // Open for interaction Tag: Ingrid L'lerim Objective: Halt the advance of intruders. Location: The Devourer. Equipment in bio. the Vorm of the Ren "Nice try." She noticed, and as she switched off the grenades on her belt...
The Defense of the Devourer Writing with: Mairéad Solus // Open for interaction Tag: Ingrid L'lerim Objective: Halt the advance of intruders. Location: The Devourer. Equipment in bio. the Vorm of the Ren "Nice try." She noticed, and as she switched off the grenades on her belt...
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Pleasant rocking, swaying back and forth, I felt the pleasant warmth of the sun on my back while lying on the deck of a yacht. Not so far from me, I saw the beautiful sandy beach. The sea is crystal clear and the sky is a blue one rarely sees. Birds were flying and chirping in the air. I was lying on a massage bed, in front of me, on a chair, a nice, rainbow-colored cocktail, while my back was being massaged. Everything was perfect, I think it was the best vacation I could have wished for. Even if it was another vacation without my boyfriend, Arturo Braga
.
Truly! What was he doing at this moment? And why doesn't he ever come on vacation with me. Maybe it doesn't matter that much at this moment, because I had a great time. I took a sip of the cocktail, but it tasted like blood. I looked at it, the entire contents of the glass was blood. A sudden pain ripped through my stomach. I pushed the masseuse away and sat up. I had two stab wounds in my stomach and they hurt a lot. Then someone called my name. At first, I heard from a long way off...
Arturo never called me "Pinkie" but neither did anyone else. Only one person…
… Kralmus Orr…
I immediately opened my eyes. The sound of the seagulls was the sound of the alarm. I was still on the spaceship and not on a yacht. I immediately started looking for my pistols, although I could still see anything quite dimly, but I didn't have them. Moments later I remembered dropping them in the hallway before crawling through and under the rubble. Because of the previous loss of consciousness, I thought more slowly. So it took me a few moments to grasp the data projected onto my retina.
The bleeding seemed to stop, at least it was more than nothing. As Kralmus approached, I quickly sat up to remove the medical canister from my belt and apply a wound astringent and skin regenerator to the new wound. I hissed at the pain, hoping my helmet had muffled the sounds enough. I heard him coming closer, but I didn't say anything. I only have my melee weapons left, but the trail of blood I left behind outside, marking my path, and it will lead him to me.
I tried to silently remove the two beskads from the scabbards and move so that if he got close to me and found me, I would be able to reach through the debris and hit his leg or cut him.
I wasn't hoping to cut through his armour, the attack was more about I was hoping that the force of the punch or cut, especially if it hit him while he was walking, would be enough to make him lose his balance and fall.
Until then, I might be able to find something to escape from him...
Ziare Dyarron | Keilara Kala'myr | Mercy | Freedom Mongrel's Shadow and his widow; Matriarch of the Scar Hounds Tribe; Guardian of Mongrel's armour and sword
[ Come back… ] "Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
Mercy still think it's Asher with her.
Mercy asks the question that has been bothering and consuming her the most since Asher's death, for she still believes her husband is alive because everything is blur and mingled into one.
The events take place about 2-3 weeks after Junction, giving all participants enough time to get here and reach the planet after the Eternal Empire's aid call. Site Administrator: Valiens Nantaris Eternal Empire Staff: Ingrid L'lerim, Taozi Fuyuan, Felmorante L'lerim, Rolin Doan Annihilation...
+ C O N V I C T P A G E C L A I M + PANATHA | CANTHAR RUINS ALLIES: GA | Open ENEMIES: Maw | Nyaeli ENGAGING: Nyaeli GEAR: In bio With her lightsaber in hand, Ara walked through the city with only distant echoes and a presence in the Force to guide her. Through the overwhelming darkness, she...
+ C O N V I C T P A G E C L A I M + PANATHA | CANTHAR RUINS ALLIES: GA | Open ENEMIES: Maw | Nyaeli ENGAGING: Nyaeli GEAR: In bio With her lightsaber in hand, Ara walked through the city with only distant echoes and a presence in the Force to guide her. Through the overwhelming darkness, she...
+ C O N V I C T P A G E C L A I M + PANATHA | CANTHAR RUINS ALLIES: GA | Open ENEMIES: Maw | Nyaeli ENGAGING: Nyaeli GEAR: In bio With her lightsaber in hand, Ara walked through the city with only distant echoes and a presence in the Force to guide her. Through the overwhelming darkness, she...
Location: Darkside Rift Objective: Tie down Maw forces Tags: OPEN FOR MAW AND EE/GA Anti-Maw: Ara Sheridan Torrun Vell Maw: Nyaeli Thomas Barran Ronar An hour ago... Lord Asudai Rapux tapped his foot impatiently, listening to the sound of blasted, cracked soil crumple underneath his armoured...
The Brotherhood called this time their "Age of Hunger". Like a warrior left famished after fighting for his life, the belly of the Mawite war machine was empty. The mounting casualties - countless losses of ships and personnel - in the brutal, grinding struggle for the Core Worlds had left the...
3rd post OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH ISSA PAGECLAIM!!!! YA DANCER!!!!! TWILIGHT OF THE GODS AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY OBJECTIVE 1 WILDCAT_ONE TRIBAL-CHIEFTAIN OF AN-TUATHA MAJOR-GENERAL OF WILDCAT DIVISION BELIGERENTS (EE/EMPIRE/AC Vs. BOTM/DH/SH) Ingrid L'lerim Victor Vel Aath Myri Dara Kriegan Tavlar...
Silhana Lolaes'ra Lynne Tal’kira aka Lady Orchid; The Angel-faced killer Ver'alor (Lieutenant), member of the Clan Cadera; Bounty Hunter, Headmistress of the House Orchid and The Hounty Hunters' Guild Objective: Try to save the hostages. Location: The Devourer Equipment: 2x PV-16 "Sunfury"...
Silhana Lolaes'ra Lynne Tal’kira aka Lady Orchid; The Angel-faced killer Ver'alor (Lieutenant), member of the Clan Cadera; Bounty Hunter, Headmistress of the House Orchid and The Hounty Hunters' Guild Objective: Try to save the hostages. Location: The Devourer Equipment: 2x PV-16 "Sunfury"...
Location: Panatha Attani Implant: Link! Tag: Ara Sheridan "Wow! You can actually talk! You see, was that so karking hard to answer?" Nyaeli offered no verbal response, and simply focused on her attempt to shatter the Padawan's mind and burn her skin alive with surges of blue lightning. The...
Location: Panatha Attani Implant: Link! Tag: Ara Sheridan "Wow! You can actually talk! You see, was that so karking hard to answer?" Nyaeli offered no verbal response, and simply focused on her attempt to shatter the Padawan's mind and burn her skin alive with surges of blue lightning. The...
Objective: Defeat Alor Harert Location: The Devourer Equipment: Beskar'gam, Teroch Shield, Beskad, Blaster Rifle Allies: Eternal Empire, Enclave, Etc. Enemies: Dodhorn Harert ; Dar'manda; Sith Overconfidence was the great equalizer. In this battle Dodhorn Harert held many of the advantages...
Objective: Defeat Alor Harert Location: The Devourer Equipment: Beskar'gam, Teroch Shield, Beskad, Blaster Rifle Allies: Eternal Empire, Enclave, Etc. Enemies: Dodhorn Harert ; Dar'manda; Sith Overconfidence was the great equalizer. In this battle Dodhorn Harert held many of the advantages...
The Defense of the Devourer Writing with: Mairéad Solus // Open for interaction Tag: Ingrid L'lerim Objective: Halt the advance of intruders. Location: The Devourer. Equipment in bio. the Vorm of the Ren "Nice try." She noticed, and as she switched off the grenades on her belt...
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"It is the boy." the droid said to Taskmaster after the child cried.
Crying is then a completely instinctive reaction, as the child takes its very first breath this time and the lungs need to be cleared. This was normal even in the case of a baby who was already aware of the things of the outside world before his birth and even now had a developed consciousness and understood and understood everything that was around him. But the new-born body, the lack of muscles, hindered the new-born little Asher in many things, the droid handed him over to the other droid, which quickly examined him and then gave satisfactory data to Tu'teggacha.
"The child is perfectly healthy." the droid said, but it couldn't know anything about the reality that it was much more than that.
I could still feel the metal hands on me as they tried to hold me down, but at the same time I could feel the warmth of Asher's body as he hugged me tighter. I tried to reach out with my hands to wrap my arms around him, to pull them even tighter around me, but I couldn't. So I reached out to him with my mind, instinctively, desperately.
~ Stay please… stay with me my love! ~ I beseech him.
I heard the scream again, but now I realised it wasn't me, it was a child crying. Little Asher, he was the first… at least at the first time. Or was it the first time and I just knew it, felt it? I don't know, I was so insecure and now I started to feel that my whole body is starting to go numb and my mind is also dull, I have become more tired and sleepy. It's a relief that I didn't feel so much pain. That sting. Maybe they finally gave me painkillers?
~ Are you happy about the children, Asher? ~ I asked him tiredly, but at the same time I remembered his gaze, his smile, the sparkle in his eyes when he held them in his hands.
His words brought tears to my eyes, or so I think. I knew his thoughts, I knew what he was thinking, just as he knew mine. If we didn't want to speak with words, there wouldn't have been any need. Ever since our minds and souls became one, there would have been no need for telepathy... something hurt, not physically, but mentally.
~ Why did you keep wanting to die, my love? Why did you want to run away from me? Was I not enough for you and not good enough for you to want to live? Or because I kept disappointing you? Because I'm weak? Why? ~ I asked with infinite pain in my voice.
I no longer felt pain, only pressure, then another distant "scream"... a child's cry...
… Abi.
Tears streamed down my face as Asher still hugged me. I do not know…
… they should be tears of joy, but…
… they weren't.
I tried to hide in Asher's arms and embrace even more, so that his arms would hug me even tighter.
The events take place about 2-3 weeks after Junction, giving all participants enough time to get here and reach the planet after the Eternal Empire's aid call. Site Administrator: Valiens Nantaris Eternal Empire Staff: Ingrid L'lerim, Taozi Fuyuan, Felmorante L'lerim, Rolin Doan Annihilation...
The events take place about 2-3 weeks after Junction, giving all participants enough time to get here and reach the planet after the Eternal Empire's aid call. Site Administrator: Valiens Nantaris Eternal Empire Staff: Ingrid L'lerim, Taozi Fuyuan, Felmorante L'lerim, Rolin Doan Annihilation...
The events take place about 2-3 weeks after Junction, giving all participants enough time to get here and reach the planet after the Eternal Empire's aid call. Site Administrator: Valiens Nantaris Eternal Empire Staff: Ingrid L'lerim, Taozi Fuyuan, Felmorante L'lerim, Rolin Doan Annihilation...
+ C O N V I C T P A G E C L A I M + PANATHA | CANTHAR RUINS ALLIES: GA | Open ENEMIES: Maw | Nyaeli ENGAGING: Nyaeli GEAR: In bio With her lightsaber in hand, Ara walked through the city with only distant echoes and a presence in the Force to guide her. Through the overwhelming darkness, she...
Location: Darkside Rift Objective: Tie down Maw forces Tags: OPEN FOR MAW AND EE/GA Anti-Maw: Ara Sheridan Torrun Vell Maw: Nyaeli Thomas Barran Ronar An hour ago... Lord Asudai Rapux tapped his foot impatiently, listening to the sound of blasted, cracked soil crumple underneath his armoured...
The Brotherhood called this time their "Age of Hunger". Like a warrior left famished after fighting for his life, the belly of the Mawite war machine was empty. The mounting casualties - countless losses of ships and personnel - in the brutal, grinding struggle for the Core Worlds had left the...
3rd post OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH ISSA PAGECLAIM!!!! YA DANCER!!!!! TWILIGHT OF THE GODS AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY OBJECTIVE 1 WILDCAT_ONE TRIBAL-CHIEFTAIN OF AN-TUATHA MAJOR-GENERAL OF WILDCAT DIVISION BELIGERENTS (EE/EMPIRE/AC Vs. BOTM/DH/SH) Ingrid L'lerim Victor Vel Aath Myri Dara Kriegan Tavlar...
3rd post OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH ISSA PAGECLAIM!!!! YA DANCER!!!!! TWILIGHT OF THE GODS AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY OBJECTIVE 1 WILDCAT_ONE TRIBAL-CHIEFTAIN OF AN-TUATHA MAJOR-GENERAL OF WILDCAT DIVISION BELIGERENTS (EE/EMPIRE/AC Vs. BOTM/DH/SH) Ingrid L'lerim Victor Vel Aath Myri Dara Kriegan Tavlar...
Silhana Lolaes'ra Lynne Tal’kira aka Lady Orchid; The Angel-faced killer Ver'alor (Lieutenant), member of the Clan Cadera; Bounty Hunter, Headmistress of the House Orchid and The Hounty Hunters' Guild Objective: Try to save the hostages. Location: The Devourer Equipment: 2x PV-16 "Sunfury"...
Silhana Lolaes'ra Lynne Tal’kira aka Lady Orchid; The Angel-faced killer Ver'alor (Lieutenant), member of the Clan Cadera; Bounty Hunter, Headmistress of the House Orchid and The Hounty Hunters' Guild Objective: Try to save the hostages. Location: The Devourer Equipment: 2x PV-16 "Sunfury"...
Silhana Lolaes'ra Lynne Tal’kira aka Lady Orchid; The Angel-faced killer Ver'alor (Lieutenant), member of the Clan Cadera; Bounty Hunter, Headmistress of the House Orchid and The Hounty Hunters' Guild Objective: Try to save the hostages. Location: The Devourer Equipment: 2x PV-16 "Sunfury"...
Location: Panatha Attani Implant: Link! Tag: Ara Sheridan "Wow! You can actually talk! You see, was that so karking hard to answer?" Nyaeli offered no verbal response, and simply focused on her attempt to shatter the Padawan's mind and burn her skin alive with surges of blue lightning. The...
Location: Panatha Attani Implant: Link! Tag: Ara Sheridan "Wow! You can actually talk! You see, was that so karking hard to answer?" Nyaeli offered no verbal response, and simply focused on her attempt to shatter the Padawan's mind and burn her skin alive with surges of blue lightning. The...
Location: Panatha Attani Implant: Link! Tag: Ara Sheridan "Wow! You can actually talk! You see, was that so karking hard to answer?" Nyaeli offered no verbal response, and simply focused on her attempt to shatter the Padawan's mind and burn her skin alive with surges of blue lightning. The...
Objective: Defeat Alor Harert Location: The Devourer Equipment: Beskar'gam, Teroch Shield, Beskad, Blaster Rifle Allies: Eternal Empire, Enclave, Etc. Enemies: Dodhorn Harert ; Dar'manda; Sith The Shield landed cleanly, the Beskad did not. As the sword came over the rim of his shield in a...
Objective: Defeat Alor Harert Location: The Devourer Equipment: Beskar'gam, Teroch Shield, Beskad, Blaster Rifle Allies: Eternal Empire, Enclave, Etc. Enemies: Dodhorn Harert ; Dar'manda; Sith The Shield landed cleanly, the Beskad did not. As the sword came over the rim of his shield in a...
Objective: Defeat Alor Harert Location: The Devourer Equipment: Beskar'gam, Teroch Shield, Beskad, Blaster Rifle Allies: Eternal Empire, Enclave, Etc. Enemies: Dodhorn Harert ; Dar'manda; Sith The Shield landed cleanly, the Beskad did not. As the sword came over the rim of his shield in a...
Objective: Defeat Alor Harert Location: The Devourer Equipment: Beskar'gam, Teroch Shield, Beskad, Blaster Rifle Allies: Eternal Empire, Enclave, Etc. Enemies: Dodhorn Harert ; Dar'manda; Sith Overconfidence was the great equalizer. In this battle Dodhorn Harert held many of the advantages...
The Defense of the Devourer Writing with: Mairéad Solus // Open for interaction Tag: Ingrid L'lerim Objective: Halt the advance of intruders. Location: The Devourer. Equipment in bio. the Vorm of the Ren "Nice try." She noticed, and as she switched off the grenades on her belt...
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Down there, the darkness itself wouldn't really have been a problem, since the shadows could obey the woman's will. True, not complete darkness, that was not the woman's friend. For a few moments, however, Kyrel was betrayed by his presence in the Force, hunger. That's how she knew where to go. However, the man really wanted to do everything so that the red-haired woman wouldn't find him and hid his presence in the Force. And since the man was master level, even Ingrid wasn't able to find him or sense him. However, she knew the direction – thanks to those seconds when Kyrel didn't hide himself yet – where he was going, so she was also moving in that direction.
A very small frown appeared on the woman's lips at Kyrel's words.
"If you were a real man, you wouldn't run away from me, you'd start with me." she taunted him.
She felt another disturbance in the Force as the electricity began to go crazy. The bursting sparks provided a great source of light in the darkness. True for only a second or for a heartbeat.
"The Jedi are just as corrupt and pathetic as the Sith. They have been making the same mistakes over and over again for thousands of years, they are not progressing, they are blind and narrow-minded. It's actually surprising that they still exist. And they're not even able to wipe each other out... so I'm not surprised if that person was unable to defeat you." she told him.
From anyone else, this would probably have been sarcastic, but even now, Ingrid's words were emotionless. She disliked the Jedi and the Sith in the same way. The redhead woman thought that the Light Side was just as corrupt as the Dark Side. Neither extreme is better than the other. And then she finally felt the Hunger. Since Kyrel hid his own power, so did the spear partially, but it probably couldn't be completely. So she already knew where to go.
She followed the Hunger, but it also caused discomfort. On the one hand it was good because she knew where Kyrel had gone, on the other hand it was bad because she fell into the trap he had set for her. And she was not able to pass through the shields even in immaterial form. So the process really slowed her down. She had to cut through herself into another corridor, another level, and make a detour there. Or damage the wires in the wall to keep going. And these all cost precious seconds and minutes.
~ You can't run forever, Wrath! ~ she had to send a message telepathically, because the man was already far ahead of her.
And Ingrid continued her way steadily, following Hunger and Kyrel, but the man's advantage became very large.
When Zhea stepped around the corner and presented herself, the tone of the confrontation was largely set already — she was the complete opposite of how Ara had been in their fight. The woman was calm and collected, clever in her approach, and powerful enough to take Nyaeli down. In almost any situation, the young Aruzan Sith would have long disappeared to avoid what would be a rather easy victory for the Jedi.
But now, she had a weapon to use against the Jedi — their own compassion for each other.
"You're not in a position to make demands, Jedi. I will ask you one more time. Drop those fancy weapons of yours, or..." she trailed off and pressed the tip of her crimson blade against Ara's leg to burn only the skin at the surface. She then slowly dragged the weapon over the leg to create a long scorching path and inflict some pain that would undoubtedly echo through the Force.
But if Zhea even considered the idea of disarming herself, she'd feel the danger of that decision in the Force. Nyaeli had no desire to let either of them live — she wanted both dead at her feet.
"Have you ever heard a Padawan scream for their life? I have — the begging, the agony, and despair... is that what you really want?" she asked with a sinister grin. But while she hoped to disturb the Jedi Knight somewhat, Nyaeli also began to reach out to her mind through her Attani implant, hoping to force fake images of Ara being tortured and killed into her mind. It was less likely to work, considering the fact that Zhea was mentally much stronger than most of her usual targets, but she wanted ever advantage she could get.
The ENS Mihaly took only twenty minutes to be loaded and depart from the hangar of Shield of Sacrifice and it pulled quickly away from the rest of the fleet, disappearing into hyperspace in a flash, the 0.1 hyperdrive would have the patients thousands of light years away in very little time. She crossed her fingers and hoped that she would get good news soon. She looked at the telemetry from Panatha below, the test she had carried out was being quickly undone by the power of the rifts.
"Overseer, the rifts are now at 98% of their original strength and still increasing. We are receiving worrying reports, several creatures have begun appearing from the rift, suggest either evacuation of Imperial Assets or relocation to secure centres."
"Please carry out relocations as necessary, do not abandon the civilians unless absolutely unavoidable, sedate and forcibly move if necessary."
Trinity shook her head as the officer walked away to carry out the orders, sacrifices were getting more and more likely and she didn't enjoy it.
Her internal thoughts were suddenly interrupted by screaming alarms as an enormous mawite fleet broke from hyperspace, registry records indicated the fleet as most likely belonging to Akûz the Ravager
but there we so many, dozens of heavily armed capital ships. The Admiral looked at her "Your orders Overseer"
"Continue to keep our fleet away from the incoming enemy, have the Eternal Class vessels cover the humanitarian vessels, have the Adrians on full defensive readiness. Admiral, this is a combat situation, I will not pretend my rank exceeds your experience, please use your discretion."
The admiral gave a grin and stepped to his chair beginning to hand out orders to the rest fleet. The Ashlans had begun moving their ships to meet the mawite fleet already, but were sharing telemetry with her own people. The Eternal Crusade was ready to fight.
"Yes a bomb vo..... Kark the droids are telling people to sta..... Frakking Kark!" Mig tensed before realizing the bomb hadn't detonated. Then came the voice. They got in their comms. The Maw had hacked into their comms network, and were giving a message. Ok... Mig wanted to slap the Enclave even more than usual right now for giving the Maw fodder to try and "negotiate." Leave all the Epicanthixian behind to save their own skins. Mig swapped his channel for a second, connecting with the Kad.
"If any of the gunships just run please for all that's good don't let them land." He then swapped back, holding back a grumble as he gave his own answer. "I can't speak for anyone other than my clan, but considering a few of my Hounds and aliit (clan/family) are Epicanthixian, your deal's already falling apart here. And the Enclave doesn't speak for all Mando'ade (Mandalorians), and I've seen enough slaughters for one life time, Demagulka (War Criminal/Real Monster)." Some sparks ran up his arms as he looked at the bomb. He then looked out from engineering. He had to try something. The lightning arcing around Mig's body went a bit purple and he quickly fried the engineering console. He pulled out his trayc'kad and ignted the lightsaber blades before quickly running out. He had to get to the passanger bay, and he was sure whoever this was would be able to figure out what was going on pretty quickly.
He quickly ran into the passenger cabin, looking at everyone there. He wasn't surprised.
"We need to move, now! The Maw rigged the ship to blow, and I don't know how long before or if it still can!" He checked around. Blockade Runners were tough, but they weren't phrik, beskar, or cortosis. It was probably a bad idea, but he adjusted the length of the saber blades past their usual stunted length to going beyond the actual blade length of his weapon. He was pretty sure just cutting a bigger door would be way quicker than jamming everyone through a small one.
Meanwhile, in space, Cordie was about ready to have a panic attack as he appeared on the bridge.
"Fleet Commander, we have a major problem!"
"I know, I know. Ok. Vist, send word to all Shield and Rain-class vessels to help clear that path double time. Cordie, bring us around and charge all weapons. And get the fighters back here, now!" Both would nod before the Concordia turned, her many heavy weapons quickly taking aim at one of the Maw vessel before the long range particle cannons and railguns opened up. The flak guns would also quickly set up a wall to stop any potential missile strikes. The droid fighters would quickly begin pulling around, while the manned fighter and been burning at top speed through the debris.
Location: Canthar Province - Panatha Objective: Unlimited Power, defeat the Empire Tags: DECEASED Aron Gowrie
and anyone who is also on the ground fighting
Aemulor sat aboard his heavily armoured sail barge not far from the North Eastern edge of the great rift. The dark priests had told him to come here, for it was told that it would unlock a power in him greater than he had ever known. Aemulor was no warrior, but the portents should not be ignored and power was worth everything to him. He lurched forward on his single foot and looked out at the arrayed soldiers in front of him, lined up to take the incoming Imperial army of DECEASED Aron Gowrie
. Ten thousand soldiers clad in the white armour of the Imperial Stormtrooper, daubed the dark blue flower symbol of his Kajjic.
These Infested troopers were a gift from the dark gods, a damaged star destroyer, lost in deep space with no communications and no food. The hutt had been happy to over them safety, and food, all the food the starving Imperials could eat and now they were his. They retained their training and many of their previous memories, but their obedience was flawless and they would die for him today fighting their previous brothers. A loud clanking noise bothered him as a pair of AT-STs crashed past his vehicle with their heavy guns trained forward towards the most likely route of attack. A few miles behind his lines, TIE interceptors buzzed, waiting to dive on any air support the Empire might bring. These were piloted by his own loyal soldiers, the finesse and quick reactions needed for a fighter did not suite his mind slave warriors at all.
He looked at the table beside him and a large chunk of meat lifted itself towards his mouth and he devoured it hungrily, he would need his energy. The Portents had hinted at a sacrifice to ensure his enhanced power, he would sacrifice every single soldier on this world of needed, and that thought made him hungry.
"My lord, the Armies are ready and awaiting your orders, our advanced scouts have reported large imperial movements, between us and the scar hounds, your victory is assured."
"My victory was assured by the gods" he announced to his Majo Domo and let our a belly laugh at the Twi'lek man, he was blind in one eye and his Lekku has been removed in ritual combat, but he was an excellent servant who waited for his reward.
"My Lord, a minor chief of the scar hounds has offered a tribute to your greatness as a gesture of alliance, at my advice she doubled her first offer, so the four of them are now preparing a bath for my lord to enjoy at his leisure, and her men have been given the honor of leading the charge of our soldiers"
Aemulor laughed loudly again, four new servants in exchange for the right to die on his behalf and excellent proposition. He would reward his Majo's quick thinking, after the battle.
While the ground troops let loose against their enemies, slowly making it far more personal than just another job, another fight was raging up in the orbit of Panatha. A Mawite star destroyer blew apart as four blue beams impacted it, the resulting shockwaves tearing through shields and hull plating alike to rip the ship apart.
”Reset the cannons and focus fire on the ships targeting the transports. Move our cruisers in for escort.” Captain Arjun Herrix spoke up as he looked at the gunnery teams on the massive bridge. However, the mercenary fleet’s job became a lot more problematic when nothing short of an armada emerged from hyperspace. Herrix and his crew watched in shock and awe as the Mawite horde of ships closed the distance. ”That’s a lot of ships, sir! Mawite identities, all of ‘em. They’re targeting the transports.” The intelligence officer spoke up from behind his terminal.
Herrix looked at his crew then back to the viewport, opening a channel to the rest of the fleet.
:: All ships, form up! ::
Turbolaser batteries swivelled about and locked onto the encroaching armada, soon bathing the void in bright green plasma as the powerful bolts zoomed towards the enemy. The Christophsis led the attack, flanked by the three star destroyers. The cruisers moved up as well to reinforce the line, splitting up to move in on the flanks.
:: Launch fighters, order them to scramble their signatures. Let’s keep those capital ships occupied for them. Our priority is to keep their sights on us! ::
The mercenary fleet spread out to form a wall, bolstered by a swarm of corvettes emerging from the hulls of each star destroyer in the fleet. Easily capable of keeping up with the fighters, they zoomed around the area with ordinance launchers and point defense cannons providing as much cover and distraction as they could. They were hopelessly outmatched in terms of numbers, there was no argument there.
But Herrix kept a cool head as he studied the enemy formation. They were brutally bordering on suicidal, certainly tenacious, but the number of ships gave him a thought on their tactical capability.
”Target the star destroyers with the seismic cannons. Alternate our volleys. Ion, shell and turbolaser.”
”What shell, sir?”
Herrix turned to look at the gunnery officer as a smirk crept onto his youthful features. ”Let’s give them the shake and bake treatment. Sabot and ion. Disrupt their shields and get those armour piercing rounds in there. If we’re lucky, those ships are held together with hopes and prayers.” He quipped, earning a few laughs from the men.
He had no illusions that the Maw’s ships were formidable. But keeping the men’s hopes up was the biggest focus.
She could feel her face going numb from the invisible grip around her throat, and her blackened vision became uncomfortably starry. She could barely make out Master Zhea’s features, but it did little to inspire hope in the Zabrak. It was a waste of time to try and save her.
Searing pain shot through her leg, instinctively causing Ara to thrash in an attempt to get away from the blade against her thigh. That only made things worse, as her wiggling pushed her leg harder into the blade. She tried to scream from the pain, but little more than a crying croak managed to escape her numb lips.
The heat subsided and Ara remained stationary in the air, trying her best to listen to what the two women had to say. She couldn’t understand it. Why was Master Zhea here? Why was she trying to help her?
The words drilled into her mind. As she hung in the air, with a crimson blade mere inches from her neck, the gears began to turn in her mind. Master Zhea could only be here if she still had some kind of hope in her. But what really stuck with her was the desire from the sith to hear her beg.
Memories resurfaced once again. Memories from long ago. People she robbed, hurt or shot. Vile acts she had to do… in the name of survival. They all wanted to hear her beg and scream as they tried to use her for whatever acts they pleased. She made a decision very early on to never give them that satisfaction. Never to give in. She kept fighting. She always kept fighting, either for her own safety or the safety of the few gutter rats she had as friends.
She never begged in her life… she wasn’t going to start now.
Ara could feel the darkness of blood loss and pain calling to her. She wanted to close her eyes and sleep. But she forced her eyes open. She could feel her lightsaber only a few meters away, and she could still feel the force within her. She focused as hard as she could, calling upon the Force one last time as she shoved a hand out towards the Sith.
A powerful blast erupted from her palm in hopes of breaking her grip on the Zabrak. Whether or not it worked, Ara summoned her lightsaber into her numb hand and swung at the woman to break her focus entirely… and hopefully give Zhea a chance to move in.
That made up the Kiffar's mind. The weapons weren't going anywhere. Her hands that had hovered in front of her, erupted with the Force into a blinding Light just as Ara reacted as well.
The Jedi Knight was on the Sith in a heartbeat, cerulean blade activating mid strike, a Niman slice to try and open the Aruzan from hip to shoulder. "Ara, get back!" Zhea ordered, her eyes on the Sith. She had to finish this quickly, as she could feel the Aruzan prodding at her mind. For now, her mental defenses held, but she knew it wouldn't last forever.
She had tried the peaceful method, but with a promising Padawan's life at stake, she couldn't keep gambling. She had to at least incapacitate the Sith enough for them to get away - get Ara back to Coruscant.
As his heavy steps had taken him towards the ritual altar he had ignored the Red Woman’s taunts. He had lived two lives, and he could always recognize when one tried to goad him out. Still nothing would stop him from unleashing all of his wrath, and all of his hunger on the world below. The Wrath had given a quick look to the opened hatch he used to enter into the command bridge once more. With a flick of his wrist the door would close, and with another motion of the spear gripped tightly to his hand would cause the Sith runes to start to cover the hatch adding an additional layer.
Even with her words in his head, Kyrel had long since learned what game she had been playing. He took a sharp exhale out of habit, and refocused himself at the crux of all the energies building as one. The language of the Sith would continually echo louder. The energy kept building, as Kyrel looked to the center of the ritual he was standing on. With the spear in his hand he slammed the forked tipped spear into the circle. A loud screech and sparks of crimson energy blasted out from this action. Kyrel stood all the same not phased by his own actions.
The Red Woman couldn’t be held, but she could be delayed long enough to progress the ritual. Kyrel slowly started to whisper the chants of the ancient Sith using such destructive force against them. Looking out into the sea of darkness he still continued to feed from the conflict, feeling it go into him. His Hunger was rising instead of being sated, and as his hand gripped the length of the spear he felt the dark energies flood into his veins.
He could sense her trying to come to him, all the same the entire bridge was cloaked in crimson. The runes had spread to every inch of the walls, and Kyrel could feel the immense power take hold. He didn’t know how much longer he could truly contain himself. While she was held at bay he centered himself at the ritual altar. He started to manifest his own Hunger within himself soon he would unleash himself on them all, unless she were to stop him in this most critical moment.
The events take place about 2-3 weeks after Junction, giving all participants enough time to get here and reach the planet after the Eternal Empire's aid call. Site Administrator: Valiens Nantaris Eternal Empire Staff: Ingrid L'lerim, Taozi Fuyuan, Felmorante L'lerim, Rolin Doan Annihilation...
The events take place about 2-3 weeks after Junction, giving all participants enough time to get here and reach the planet after the Eternal Empire's aid call. Site Administrator: Valiens Nantaris Eternal Empire Staff: Ingrid L'lerim, Taozi Fuyuan, Felmorante L'lerim, Rolin Doan Annihilation...
+ C O N V I C T P A G E C L A I M + PANATHA | CANTHAR RUINS ALLIES: GA | Open ENEMIES: Maw | Nyaeli ENGAGING: Nyaeli GEAR: In bio With her lightsaber in hand, Ara walked through the city with only distant echoes and a presence in the Force to guide her. Through the overwhelming darkness, she...
+ C O N V I C T P A G E C L A I M + PANATHA | CANTHAR RUINS ALLIES: GA | Open ENEMIES: Maw | Nyaeli ENGAGING: Nyaeli GEAR: In bio With her lightsaber in hand, Ara walked through the city with only distant echoes and a presence in the Force to guide her. Through the overwhelming darkness, she...
3rd post OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH ISSA PAGECLAIM!!!! YA DANCER!!!!! TWILIGHT OF THE GODS AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY OBJECTIVE 1 WILDCAT_ONE TRIBAL-CHIEFTAIN OF AN-TUATHA MAJOR-GENERAL OF WILDCAT DIVISION BELIGERENTS (EE/EMPIRE/AC Vs. BOTM/DH/SH) Ingrid L'lerim Victor Vel Aath Myri Dara Kriegan Tavlar...
3rd post OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH ISSA PAGECLAIM!!!! YA DANCER!!!!! TWILIGHT OF THE GODS AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY OBJECTIVE 1 WILDCAT_ONE TRIBAL-CHIEFTAIN OF AN-TUATHA MAJOR-GENERAL OF WILDCAT DIVISION BELIGERENTS (EE/EMPIRE/AC Vs. BOTM/DH/SH) Ingrid L'lerim Victor Vel Aath Myri Dara Kriegan Tavlar...
Silhana Lolaes'ra Lynne Tal’kira aka Lady Orchid; The Angel-faced killer Ver'alor (Lieutenant), member of the Clan Cadera; Bounty Hunter, Headmistress of the House Orchid and The Hounty Hunters' Guild Objective: Try to save the hostages. Location: The Devourer Equipment: 2x PV-16 "Sunfury"...
Silhana Lolaes'ra Lynne Tal’kira aka Lady Orchid; The Angel-faced killer Ver'alor (Lieutenant), member of the Clan Cadera; Bounty Hunter, Headmistress of the House Orchid and The Hounty Hunters' Guild Objective: Try to save the hostages. Location: The Devourer Equipment: 2x PV-16 "Sunfury"...
Location: Panatha Attani Implant: Link! Tag: Ara Sheridan "Wow! You can actually talk! You see, was that so karking hard to answer?" Nyaeli offered no verbal response, and simply focused on her attempt to shatter the Padawan's mind and burn her skin alive with surges of blue lightning. The...
Location: Panatha Attani Implant: Link! Tag: Ara Sheridan "Wow! You can actually talk! You see, was that so karking hard to answer?" Nyaeli offered no verbal response, and simply focused on her attempt to shatter the Padawan's mind and burn her skin alive with surges of blue lightning. The...
Location: Panatha Attani Implant: Link! Tag: Ara Sheridan "Wow! You can actually talk! You see, was that so karking hard to answer?" Nyaeli offered no verbal response, and simply focused on her attempt to shatter the Padawan's mind and burn her skin alive with surges of blue lightning. The...
Objective: Defeat Alor Harert Location: The Devourer Equipment: Beskar'gam, Teroch Shield, Beskad, Blaster Rifle Allies: Eternal Empire, Enclave, Etc. Enemies: Dodhorn Harert ; Dar'manda; Sith The Shield landed cleanly, the Beskad did not. As the sword came over the rim of his shield in a...
Objective: Defeat Alor Harert Location: The Devourer Equipment: Beskar'gam, Teroch Shield, Beskad, Blaster Rifle Allies: Eternal Empire, Enclave, Etc. Enemies: Dodhorn Harert ; Dar'manda; Sith The Shield landed cleanly, the Beskad did not. As the sword came over the rim of his shield in a...
Objective: Defeat Alor Harert Location: The Devourer Equipment: Beskar'gam, Teroch Shield, Beskad, Blaster Rifle Allies: Eternal Empire, Enclave, Etc. Enemies: Dodhorn Harert ; Dar'manda; Sith Overconfidence was the great equalizer. In this battle Dodhorn Harert held many of the advantages...
The Defense of the Devourer Writing with: Mairéad Solus // Open for interaction Tag: Ingrid L'lerim Objective: Halt the advance of intruders. Location: The Devourer. Equipment in bio. the Vorm of the Ren "Nice try." She noticed, and as she switched off the grenades on her belt...
The Defense of the Devourer Writing with: Mairéad Solus // Open for interaction Tag: Ingrid L'lerim Objective: Halt the advance of intruders. Location: The Devourer. Equipment in bio. the Vorm of the Ren "Nice try." She noticed, and as she switched off the grenades on her belt...
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<"I was never the most, the others!"> she replied.
It was true, even after she was born she had to do much more than others. If all was true, the Arkanians had trapped her father for his DNA, and she had been their slave for a very long time. She later returned home, where she had to fight to be recognized as a Mandalorian. Her father was the Alor, and everyone expected the later Hellwolf to be better, to be more than others. She spent her adolescence and young adulthood in this. After a while, she got tired of her father's tyranny and killed him. She took his place, but the expectations had already sunk deep into the woman's soul.
It turns out that the woman was Force Sensitive, a Sith Lord trained her after this, and ended up killing her master, as is to be expected in Sith circles. The Alor title and the Sith Lord title were not enough. Returning home, she challenged the then Manda'lor and killed the man. She then became the new Mandalore/Mand'alor the Ruthless and ruled and conquered for over one hundred and sixty years, bringing glory to the Mandalorians.
Finally, vanity prevailed when she began to grow old, then she met the Sangnir and became one of them. Indeed, Dodhorn was not part of the most, or the average.
After the man's next words, she tilted her head slightly to the side. When she answered, although it was as if she was responding to words, it was clear that she was thinking of something more than just the duel. Better for something else.
<"No, never!"> she told him. <"But you weren't the only one who didn't have a chance. No one will leave this ship alive. Neither the planet nor the system."> her voice was sarcastic, but it wasn't a mocking from her now, it was much deeper than that…
Objective: Defeat Alor Harert. Escape the Devourer. Location: The Devourer Equipment:Beskar'gam, Teroch Shield, Beskad, Blaster Rifle Allies: Eternal Empire, Enclave, Etc. Enemies: Dodhorn Harert
; Dar'manda; Sith Though she spoke to Garrus of death his mind had wandered elsewhere. Beneath the cover of his Buy'ce the integrated systems of his HUD were analyzing the chasm that separated them as well as theorized damage to the Devourer. At this rate the Warrior imagined the ship might begin to truly break apart at any time though he had no idea how long it would take until that remained were derelict sections of the hull and debris.
Afforded a momentary reprieve Garrus felt the pain in his left arm, specifically around the shoulder begin to dull though he'd loosen his grip on the Teroch Shield he'd been carrying and let it fall to the floor. When the shield struck there was a loud 'thunk' implying just how heavy it had been with the beskar plating applied. Without its weight burdening his arm he would also feel the relief of pressure there...
"Tell me."
...he began...
"Why are all Warlords and Sorcerors the same? You all believe that this is the end, as if 'this' right here hadn't happened a thousand times already. A thousand 'ends' and a thousand failures. Arrogance always seems to walk hand in hand with your kind, Alor Harert."
....and he believed what she said too, he believed that Dodhorn Harert
thought that this was the end and that no one would leave this ship; this system alive. It was not simply Garrus or the Mandalorians or even the Eternal Empire who conspired against her and her allies though it was fate itself.
Just then Garrus would raise his left arm with some effort, the strain written across his features hidden beneath his helm. The Micro Grenade Launcher integrated into his Beskar'gam would fire three times, releasing pressure sensitive explosives... "I'll see you on the otherside, Alor."
...he said, his voice holding some contempt for a woman he believed had sold her soul to whatever evil existed in the galaxy.
The Explosives hadn't targeted Dodhorn, Garrus had fire them all down into the chasm that separated the two of them. The HUD in his Buy'ce identifying weak structural points below them on Dodhorn's side. When the explosives detonated, each of them holding the charge of a miniature thermal detonator they'd have done more structural damage to the already split section of the Devourers hull in this area. The result being that the deck flooring on Dodhorn's side would have heaved upwards briefly and then collapsed inwards to drag the woman down into the bowels of the ship below with it.
If Garrus was lucky Dodhorn would find herself buried and brutalized beneath a ton of durasteel debris, twisted lengths of metal and plating but he doubted it. That said, Garrus probably didn't believe it would be that easy...
Superious for his part had been listening to The Bloodhound as he fought, and his thoughts snagged on the Kyber Crystals, there are few places anyone Jedi or Sith could find them. He found some as big as a Hutt's head on a floating mountain. That was a paperwork hellscape. He had to abandon the research as there were too many slices and not enough pie. Also, by that point, Superious's attention was focused elsewhere thus he removed himself from the project. He won't get credit anyway but that is the life of a Sith.
This, however, is a different story, he'll be going forth to grander things and have a sizable slice of pie this time. Superious has to stop thinking as he needs to keep himself sharp. He had lost his saber in the old-fashioned fistfight. Right now he can use his fists, a good fighter uses what they can in a battle. Size differences are not an obstacle if you know how to leverage them to your advantage. He could multitask and fight and listen pretty well but then again, the shouts and screams of angry combatants made it difficult.
This means The Bloodhound was drowned out and rendered an incomprehensible mash of noise. As the battle continued, the fighting got nastier and dirtier, his opponent was going for his helmet, trying to remove it as the oxygen-rich atmosphere would burn his lungs or at least make it uncomfortable. So now Superious was fighting to keep his helmet on his head as well as stop anyone from reaching Bloodhound. Force choke staved off the assaults for a while but the survivors came back to try again.
Retrieving his saber the Ubese prevented anyone from getting near him. orange red blade casting threatening shadows across the ground. A clear warning that the Sith Lord has reached his already short tether, the fight was dragged out, dirty and underhanded by both sides and Superious decided to end it with a one-sided Lightsaber duel.
His hands were now untied so he can properly concentrate on The Bloodhound's Kyber Crystal suggestion. A clear idea to further the plans of great heights The Bloodhound had sown into his mind and allowed to bloom.
As Zachariel fought within his mind scape against this onslaught of memories, a part of him noted Eina doing nothing. And when he finally was freed and stumbled back, she still did nothing. Part of him hated her for that, for not reacting to him in the way one would to a true threat. Another part realized that was foolish, in that state he wouldn't have been able to defend himself well. Eina was also known for having an overabundance of compassion for her enemies, something that would be her downfall one day.
Still, he watched her regardless, even as she spoke. She may not treat him as such a threat, but he would consider her a threat until she was either dead, or in held so securely not even a spirit could escape. Even then, he doubted she would remain caged for long. So he discarded the idea entirely, choosing instead to focus on her words. If what she said was true, then that information could never see the light of day, none would be allowed to know it.
Scowling beneath his helm, Zachariel spun his blade thoughtfully before responding.
"That information, if it's true, will never see the light of day. Do you understand?" Pointing at her with his free hand, Zachariel made a chopping motion. "Tell no one that, let it die with you. I will not have his reputation sullied by such things."
"And have no fear, this... Mercy and I shall talk quite soon."
His words were as much a statement of fact, as they were the possibility of danger. He would be visiting this Mercy and he would garner all the information he could from her, whether she wished it or not. But he couldn't say much more before the ship rocked under Ingrid's power. Scowling as he widened his stance, Zachariel saw the inherent threat at once. Should the ship be destroyed, so too would he be injured. Or, more likely, this would disrupt things everywhere for the Maw.
Sneering, he glanced towards Eina.
"I suppose that's my cue to leave and stop your mother, Little Ingrid."
Turning, the warlord marched away from Eina, making his way towards the exit. With any luck, he'd be able to reach the bridge and help Kyrel fight his lover, driving her off and giving them a chance to capture more slaves. If not, at least he would be able to help drive Ingrid away so that they would survive and fight another day.
Location: The Devourer, above Panatha Engaging: Silhana Cadera
Kralmus retrieves his axe
He uses his flamethrower to heat up the metal debris where Silhana is hiding
His goal is to eventually drive her out of cover
Like a tracking hound following a scent, Kralmus Orr moved along the trail of blood, seeking his foe. He came on cautiously this time, not in the eager rush he'd shown before. His injured leg still dragged a little with each step, bearing his weight only when he gritted his teeth and put some effort into keeping it strong. With the miracles of modern medicine, he could expect to eventually make a full recovery, but that would take time - and more intensive treatment than his small cache of field supplies could offer. For now, all he could do was hold himself together and find a way to end this fight. Perhaps he'd played a little too much this time, and ended up paying the price. Perhaps.
Yet he had to admit that, even amidst all the pain, he was enjoying himself... and that was all that mattered to him.
Kralmus Orr wasn't a man who cared much for causes. Victory to him was the simple enjoyment of war.
The trail of blood ended in a tangle of twisted metal, a ragged field of debris thrown around when the Devourer had been wracked by the power of the Eternal Empress. At first Kralmus thought that Silhana had been crushed by some aftershock, buried alive within that pile of wreckage... but no. He could see the scratch marks where she'd crawled inside, taking shelter within the mass of fallen scraps. No doubt she was doing the same thing he'd just done - patching herself up as best she could, giving herself an opportunity to continue this fight despite her wounds. Or perhaps simply getting herself well enough to escape. She'd escaped him once before, the slippery little minx.
Silhana didn't react to Kralmus's taunts, nor did she leave the pile as he drew close to it. The cannibal kept back a little bit, though. Neither his wrist blade nor his blaster were weapons well-suited to rummaging around in the debris. So he limped a little further up the hall, to where his axe had embedded itself in one of the security doors, and wrenched it free once more. With its long spear of a haft, he could stab into the pile without getting too close, like a fisherman harpooning his daily catch from the shore. Of course, the time it took him to retrieve the axe would give Silhana more time to patch herself up, or prepare some ambush, so he would need to be very careful upon his return.
That was when Kralmus got an idea. A horrible, wicked, delicious idea.
"Yes, I think I'd like some barbecue ribs," the cannibal called out, chuckling nastily. Leaning on his axe with one hand, so that he could take some weight off of his wounded leg, he raised his left vambrace. Only this time he didn't deploy the blade; he fired up his flamethrower. Fire washed over the pile of debris, slowly heating the metal. It would take a while to get the pile hot enough to actually hurt Silhana... but sooner or later it was going to become roasty-toasty in there. And when that happened, the pink-armored Mando was going to have to come out and face him. If she didn't, she'd surely be cooked alive. Kralmus whistled a little off-key tune as he slowly heated the metal scraps.
The rubble wasn't what you'd call a perfect oven, but it would do the job eventually.
It is the boy. Tu'teggacha's facial tendrils quivered with excitement.
The child is perfectly healthy. "Excellent," the Taskmaster burbled, watching the baby writhe and wail as he took his first breaths outside the womb. "We will call him Aurek, for he was the firstborn." It was a simple, utilitarian name, the first letter of the Aurebesh alphabet. The Ebruchi did not care to give him a real name, and would not have cared that the child already had a name even if he'd somehow known that. He did not really view the baby as a person, but more as a tool, his future Mongrel 2.0 who would serve and protect him. To him, everyone else was either a tool or a threat.
Sometimes both, he thought, looking down at Mercy writhing on the slab.
"Retrieve the other twin," Tu'teggacha commanded, then turned away from the ongoing surgery. The birth was half done, and so far things had gone relatively well... but the Taskmaster would not declare victory until both children were in his grasp. He watched as the boy child was cleaned and wrapped in a bundle of white linens, his crying slowly quieting as reassuring warmth and pressure surrounded him once more. All this time, all the brutal, secret struggle of the shadow war within the Maw, and at last the Ebruchi had gotten Mercy and her children right where he wanted them.
But that was only the beginning. Plans upon plans swirled within his wicked mind.
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~ Are you happy about the children, Asher? ~
It was a difficult question, and Kallan paused a moment, thinking. Of course he was happy to see the babies safely born, to watch as the last physical reminder of the love that Asher and Mercy had shared came into the galaxy... but under the circumstances, he was afraid for them. Their minds and souls might be far more developed than any ordinary child's, but they were still vulnerable. The Taskmaster was a gifted and creative breaker of minds, and his skills had only advanced since the horrors he had inflicted on The Mongrel. On Kallan, really, in order to create The Mongrel in the first place.
If Tu'teggacha had created The Mongrel now, he would have done it better.
He would have made sure there was no way for Kallan to ever return.
~ They're beautiful, Mercy, ~ he finally said. ~ Beautiful and strong. Everything we could have hoped for. And I'll do everything I can to give them better lives than we've had. ~ And he would... but he had to wonder if his efforts would be enough. He was trapped in Mercy's body as she lay at the very gates of death, and under the Taskmaster's power. How could they escape, let alone rescue the children? They had to get them out from under Tu'teggacha's control as soon as they could, or he would mold them into monsters, the ultimate killers for the Maw. Or perhaps just for Tu'teggacha himself.
~ Why did you run away from me? Was I not enough for you? ~
The question tore Kallan from his dark thoughts, sent a pang through him. He had managed to pretend to be Asher so far, to sell the illusion that Mercy was talking to her dead husband, but this... this was going to be the hardest part. They were closing in on a deep, old hurt, the very heart of Mercy's deep depression. Kallan wasn't qualified to handle this. He wasn't sure how to speak for Asher when this was the question Mercy wanted answered. He wracked his mind for glimpses at Asher's final memories, trying to find something to help him know what to say. Why had things happened this way?
~ It was never your fault, Mercy, ~ he finally said, tapping into the last thoughts of the great Mongrel before his death. ~ You're not weak, and you never disappointed me. It was my fault, my failing, my insecurity. The things I did, Mercy. All the people I hurt. It's hard to live with that. I thought I was doing it all for a reason, but it weighed on me anyway. I felt like I had to pay for it somehow, to suffer for the things I did, to find a way to stop. But I didn't want you to have to suffer with me. I wanted you to be free of the Maw, and I viewed myself as the chain that bound you here. ~
~ I was selfish. I put my need for absolution ahead of your happiness. ~
~ I'm sorry, Mercy. ~ In his last moments, Asher had been sorry.
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