Two for Flinching

[Stephanie Swail]

LOCATION: The Silver Rest, Kashyyyk
OBJECTIVE: Defend the Rest. Repel the Sith.
ALLIES: The Silver Jedi Order | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Reggie Faayare"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Zavii"] | [member="Spencer"] | [member="Kei Amadis"] |
ENEMIES: The Sith Empire | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"]
ENGAGING: [member="Lok Munin"]

The Mando had caught her attention – she wasn’t happy about this. Why was a Mando siding with the Sith? Surely they were better than that! It was a culture she didn’t understand, but wanted to desperately. Yet, now faced with one who sided against Jedi, it proved they were a complex people to say the least.

Chunks of earth spat up from the slugs, causing her to move more, but Stephanie had her target. He was advancing forward to the Rest, and by the Force she couldn’t let that happen for the sake of her Order, her Master and her allies.

Glancing back to the Jedi Master and Sith Lord, she was pained she wasn’t strong enough to help her take the battle, but she had to stick to her guns.

"I’m going for the Mando!"

She ran towards the Rest, up the incline and keeping the armoured Mando in sight. She had her shield up, her eyes burning with focus and her saber in hand. Defence and offence together to keep the man out. There was no desire death, not on her watch. But she had learnt that the Sith and those in their company would not hesitate to slay one such as the Padawan, so she was ready.

After a few steps, she pushed down with her momentum to clear some ground and leap with a burst of energy towards the Mando, bounding forward to close the gap but keep some distance.

"Hey," she shouted, "that’s enough! You are not welcome to the Silver Rest unless your intention is for peace and good-will!"

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective: Attack the Silver Rest.
Enemies: [member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Reggie Faayare"] [member="Spencer"] +SJO
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Enyo Typhos"] [member="Lok Munin"] +TSE
Engaging: Trying to throw [member="Tanaski Yumi"] Getting shot at by [member="Zavii"]

Her knife-fist was blocked, cutting into something metallic. She didn't think too much about what it was, but now she knew there was a weapon underneath, and she knew to watch herself for it. With Tanaski's renewed pressure against Joyce, the vahlacanthix returned her attention to the young humanoid. Even though her mouth was not visible behind the remaining visor, it was clear from the muscle contraction around her eyes that she smiled.

"Why don't you come and get it?" "Come kill me, Jedi!"

Such threats were perhaps disturbing to some, but she was the butcher-king's daughter. She had seen men torn apart, skulls crushed, and civilians vented into space by peaceful republics. She knew that peace was a lie, and deep down even this Jedi was as much a monster as she. At least Joycelyn was honest with herself, and with Vahl.

Joycelyn was tall, massive among humans, but among epicanthix and compared to her father [member="Darth Carnifex"] she was slight in body-mass. For this reason, she was more than used to meeting bursts of overwhelming strength. And now, Joyce was empowered by her dark rage as it amplified her strength, speed to match Tanaski's vampiric and force amplifications.

So, when Tanaski pushed, she stepped back, . Her free hand suddenly twisted to seize the Padawan's arm near the elbow and pull her in in tandem with the Padawan's own push. The main bulk of Joycelyn's body ducked down, far lower than one would imagine an eight foot person could. The flexibility to do so was a benefit of her vahla heritage. Meanwhile, her sword arm retracted, breaking lock to place her shoulder correctly, her head coming close to Tanaski as a result of the pull to prevent the Padawan from using her knees in retaliation. All of it happened in a flash; each element coming together in Joycelyn's attempt to throw the Padawan over her shoulders and slam him hard on the stairs like a rag doll.

Fire built up around Joycelyn's shoulders and arms again, heat radiating from her chest as she prepared to launch another fireball in the next proverbial round. But on whom? Tanaski? Or the zabrak that shot her? It was difficult to say where an enraged Sith would lash out.

Speaking of the zabrak and her aim. It was likely difficult to get a clear shot on the vahlacanthix while she executed the throw, but after - If it was at all executed - she had her back turned on Zavii, fire starting to blaze up on her back and shoulders. The fire didn't seem to bother or harm her the least.

 

[Roona Osmari]

Location: Dunkirk Beach
Allies: [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Beltran Rarr"], [member="Kei Amadis"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Elijah King"]
Opposition: [member="Kor Vexen"], [member="Scipio Alta"], [member="Tekkio"], [member="Thane Danson"], [member="Sokar Azad"]

The cacophony of battle found them there within the shelter of the trees, but Roona tuned it all out in order to listen to the instructions provided by Colonel Calderon. Green eyes flickered towards the horizon, trying to imagine the scene that awaited them on the beach. Based on the roar of machinery and cracking of shots being fired, it seemed that quite a battle raged on the sandy surface of Kashyyyk.

Roona had accompanied the Raiders on several missions, but this was the first time she would have to defend their territory. She’d been absent when the dark-siders descended upon Ossus – her home world – and it was still rather a sore spot for her. She swore that she would do her part well today in order to try and make amends. Though, she knew that the guilt she harbored within would probably never fully fade.

As the group set off again, she moved swiftly alongside the armored forms of the Raiders. With the sleek shadow armor set, she made hardly a sound. Bringing her rifle up to her hands, she held tight to her weapon in anticipation. Their cover of branches and tree trunks had grown thin enough to let in stray shots fired from the beach. Roona stayed low, gaze falling immediately to the spot where a slug had hit the dirt in front of Valkren. Her heart skipped a long beat, but she willed her nerves to stay strong.

The Colonel’s gloved hand caught her attention, and she stood silently as he turned to face the group – but she felt that his eyes were on her. Behind her own dark visor, she met his gaze and used this moment to breathe deep. She would draw from Valkren’s strength and courage, watching as his armor-clad figure burst from the tree line.

The sergeant did not join her fellow Raiders on the beach, not just yet. Instead she took a knee at the edge of the trees, her rifle poised and trigger finger steady. She would ensure that the advancing Rangers stood a chance to get down the beach.

“Keep him safe,” She prayed silently as she locked an enemy soldier in her sights. “Keep them all safe.”

Roona squeezed the trigger. As she continued to fire of precise rounds from her rifle, she utilized a subtle manipulation of the force to ensure that each slug found its target. It was a time-honored way of fighting that her fellow Ysanna used. Though she did not have the same grasp upon this power that a Jedi might have, it was just enough push and pull to allow her to quickly and skillfully hit those she’d marked for death.

From the corner of her gaze, she spotted the Wookie and the round man stepping onto the beach. The Wookie would be fine – she’d heard tales about their strength and ferocity in battle. But the man that was currently waddling down the beach… The trench area had just been hit by an artillery shell; the spray of sand had even found her by the trees. But the smoke left behind would give them a chance to get to the trench.

Standing, Roona swore under her breath as she followed after Jost Cal Dayne. “Faster!” She shouted, “Get to the trench. Now!”

 

[Andorreth Vikar]

Location: Silver Rest
Allies: Currently [member="Tanaski Yumi"]
Enemies: Sith peeps
Objective: Assist Tanaski Yumi in repelling [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Secondary Objective: Send [member="Zavii"] as reinforcements for [member="Stephanie Swail"]

As I reached the courtyard with Selena and her Master I saw Stephanie dealing with a Mando who'd unfortunately sided with the Sith. Another two padawans were being engaged with..... fire. "Celiana! Come get your sister and her Master. I'm breaking off to protect the padawans!" With that I ran over to the padawans sinking into The Force as I did and unleashed the container of sand then blasted it into the face of the woman who had hellfire in her hands. Looking like she'd been trying to throw Tanaski too. I heard Stephanie say she was going after the Mando...Fierfeck! She at least had leadership skills and she was likely being led elsewhere.... Rolling to close the distance to the two padawans and the woman with hellfire in hand and murder on her mind. I once more channeled The Force into Tamerlein's blade, aqua lightning arcing along the blade and wreathing my right forearm up to the elbow. The young Zabraki padawan was trying to keep fire on the woman and I turned and said sharply "Zavii! Go for Padawan Stephanie Swail. Two and two, I'll assist padawan Yumi from here. Go now youngling!"

Stephanie agaisnt a Mando wouldn't be a problem usually but he likely had reinforcements. As it was Tanaski was already one of my charges as a Silver Shadow, two swordsman against this woman should at least curb the tide and provide other padawans time to gather and reinforce each other. That was the plan anyways....Hopefully Celiana was getting her sister out or at least joining the fight.

 

[Kei Amadis]

Location: Deeper in the Jungle.
Objective: Here goes Nothing.
Dueling: [member="Enyo Typhos"]


NPCs: Unchanged from Previous Posts

Spoiler

Wildcards http://starwarsrp.net/topic/56620-the-wildcards-wip/?p=847144
Wildcards 1st Battalion: 1,150 / 1,200 Engaging [member="Scipio Alta"] - North
Wildcards 2nd Battalion: 1,200 / 1,200 Flanking [member="Scipio Alta"] - South - Trying to stay Out of Range
Wildcards 3rd Battalion: 1,045 / 1,200 Pushing South HARD [member="Scipio Alta"] - Central
House Rules 4th Battalion 1,500 / 1,500 Holding in the mountains.
Nikto Engineers 5th Battalion: 1,500 / 1,500 Holding at Temple.
Wildcards 6th Battalion 1,200 / 1,200 Readying North for a Push [member="Scipio Alta"] - North - Out of Range
Wildcards 7th Battalion 1,200 / 1,200 Reinforcing behind Center [member="Scipio Alta"] - Fallback line - Out of Range.
Surrounding the Temple HAVw_A6_Juggernauts (Capacity 6000) x20 - RX-200 Falchion Class Assault Tank (Anti Aircraft) x20 - AAC-1 Speeder Tank (Lighting Strikes) x20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u14kEYYwyz4​

Now or Never. Man vs Machine​

Waiting for every explosion to hit her. Chipping away at the juggernaut. Kei stood in cover as the flashes, gas and fragments flew around them. Silent and meditative. Waiting for his moment. He would never be as strong in the force as he was right now. Here, protecting his home. Whatever happened here. He was ready for it and at peace.

Enyo sighted him. Shots from her pistol rang out, he avoided the first volley and the burst connected with the tree, taking chunks out of it. As he narrowed the angle on her the second burst caught in the saber beam, which exploded its concussive charge, causing him to stagger again, but he was prepared to accept it. Hoping against hope he’d knocked her sensors down a peg. Entering within the main gas cloud Amadis held his breath, holding his saber in an outstretched midguard, his saber angled upward toward where her chin should be.

Dazed as he was. He was still a Djem So Master. He couldn’t hear her, see her, or breathe. It was all training, and his reliance on the force now was absolute in that gas cloud. A fluid riposte was executed with the sole intention of taking out her sidearm, the second he saw it or her. A quick action. Pushing his beam forward like a horizontal wall at chest height. It turned on contact with anything, hand, body, weapon and used that as a lever to glance around and strike the pistol, or whatever he could hit if not. Her neck, her eyes, her more vulnerable areas inside that tanky armor. All were targets to wear down further. Chipping away at the boulder. A boulder that was trying to kill him.

Trying to use the deflection, and heavy hammering amount of power, to turn and position himself on her weaker side, pushing away, hoping himself a match for her ion addled body, or at least the responses would be slower on that damaged side. He intended to be a hard target to grab easily.

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Gear:

Spoiler

One Important Sandwich | Tempest Jedi Armor (Damaged) | Power Blade Mii Knife (Hip) | Lightsaber (Hands) | MRS Rifle Ammo: 12mm SPA-I Ammo (Hands) | 2x Stun Grenades | Basic Field Medical Kit (Pouch) | Grappling Hook/Tie/Field Rations (Belt)

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Kei Amadis"]


For a moment, the Jedi staggered under the effect of the concussive wave. Then his blade swept towards her.


Bravely. Skillfully. Determinedly.


The fluid riposte connected with her sidearm - and clove it in twain. Sparks flew, and the two halves of the now thoroughly useless sonic pistol fell to the ground. The weapon had served its purpose. Enyo would have to buy a new one from Fire for Effect. Maybe make a deal to ensure continuous supply.


The Jedi Master maintained a barrage of attacks, as if seeking to chip away at the humanoid-shaped boulder he faced. The beam of energy went for her limbs, her head and elsewhere, trying to slip through her guard and latch onto weak spots.


Enyo let him hammer at her. Her sight was impaired, but one eye was still in peak condition, and she could hear him. Those of her sensors that were still functional helped. He moved, homing on her weak spots, like a bloodhound who'd smelt blood and raw flesh, and she moved with him. At a pace that, even with the damage her chassis had sustained, was still superior to that of a human.


The Cyborg's Force use was finite, as with any Forceful being. She could only pour so much power into a Force attack before she was rewarded with diminished returns. However, her Droid body did not tire. She could sweat, but it was just a simulation to blend in. She could not succumb to physical exhaustion. Her defensive stance and occasional retreat might lure him into believing she was under pressure.


Here and there, she gave some minor ground, but she made sure to keep both of them within the gas cloud. Centred, balanced, lightsabre not moving a millimetre more than necessary. The Cyborg did taste his blade. His lightsabre kissed her phrik helmet, scoring a glancing blow. Sparks flew when the blade connected with her forearm.


But she stood. Parry, side-step, rinse, repeat.


Time was her ally. The longer he had to hold his breath, the more trouble he'd be in. She went on the offensive. Her brilliant purple lightsabre moved swiftly, as she attempted to force him into a blade-lock - and grapple him by seizing him with her other hand while his sabre would be occupied. Applying the strength of a Droid.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Wookiee Village, Kashyyyk, Mytaranor System, The Outer Rim Territories​

Allies: The Sith Empire​

Adversary: [member="Khia Varad"]​

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The Bounty Hunter witnessed Varad vanish into the smoke and ash that flooded the area below. However, he hadn't lost her entirely for his helmet began cycling vision modes; her visage a clear as day. Fett remained clung to a tree, activating his jetpack to ascend further. Varad's weapon churned through the tree, but didn't effect the areas all too high up. It seemed as if he was untouchable up here. In fact, he was goading her into pursing him. The carnage of that village didn't make for the most ideal of combat settings, and like most Mandalorians he acted under the assumption she too wore a jetpack.

His eyes never came off of her, a persistent gaze that tracked every movement. Consistently cycling to grasp a better vision of her. The Sith Troopers fell in droves, entirely incapable of defeating the Supercommandos from skill alone. Yet for each trooper that fell two took it's place. It was only a matter of time. They were expendable, yet driven.

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

LOCATION: The Silver Rest Entrance, Kashyyyk
OBJECTIVE: Defend Kashyyyk,
Allies: SJO [member="[/B][/FONT]Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Reggie Faayare"] [member="Spencer"]
Enemies The Sith Empire | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"] | [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
​Post: 8

Tanasuki just let out a light chuckle, it seemed the Sith had mistaken his words, "who said anything about killing you, I'd prefer it you wind up as my... play thing". Pushing against the woman the boy was not really prepared for the next move, expecting the rather arrogant woman to push back, show a test of strength, try to prove the Sith where more powerful then the light. Alas this woman was the crafty on, the same who had thrown the detonator a few moments ago in attempt to disrupt the Padwan, shifting her weight in a manner Tanasuki instantly recognizing, his own mother using the move one to many times during spars.

As the woman picked her up Tanasuki would push his foot against the ground, twisting in the woman's grasp and lifting himself over her head much faster then she could throw him, landing in a small crouch on the other side of the woman, just in time to dodge the sand blast shot by [member="Andorreth Vikar"]. It was now two on one, not very fair, himself wanting to play with the Sith alone, perhaps another time, but for not Tanasuki needed to counter yet another force blast from the woman, a raising heat being felt upon his back after making his move, 'what is it with sith and burning people'.

Turning around in quick succession the boy would concentrate on her free hand, having dropped one of the duel blade during the sword lock, a damp feeling emanating around his hand, once again himself using force alter to create a sub zero temperature in the palm. Raising said pal Tanasuki would send out a force push upon the Sith, one combined with a freezing wind in a tempts to make the flames die down, "I think you need to chill out for a second Sith".

 

[Zavii]

Location: Silver Jedi Temple: Main Entrance
Allies: Home Team, feat.: [member="Tanaski Yumi"], [member="Andorreth Vikar"], [member="Stephanie Swail"]
Enemies: Away Team, Feat: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"], [member="Lok Munin"]
Objective: Discriminate, Xenophobic Violence

Fight Song ('cause idk how to do those embeds yet)

The young Zabrak was surprised that her first shot hit the attacker in the face, since she had basically shot from the hip. She was even more surprised when the armored titan didn't collapse, but bore down on Tanasaki and started to grapple. Zavii couldn't get a clean enough shot while the larger woman was so entangled with her fellow Padawan; at least not one that would be effective since the now broken visor was facing away from her vantage point. She considered jumping out from her cover in the doorway to attack the invader up close, but just then a blaster bolt hit the stonework right next to her head and a chunk of rock hit one of her horns hard enough to make it feel like it might come loose.
Once she'd ascertained that no real damage had been done, Zavii peeked outside once again to see a Knight running up the steps and sending lightning at the enemy. She heard him shouting instructions and shouted back "On my way!" and fired a few shots toward the several enemy soldiers who were still coming out of the forest. Once she sensed an opening she charged her muscles with the Force, dashed to the top of the stairs and leaped out, coming to a rolling land on the ground directly underneath the Mandalorian in the air and started shooting up at him as she ran around a thinner worshyr trunk to give herself some cover.

 

[Kei Amadis]

Location: Deeper in the Jungle.
Objective: Picking apart the Metal Juggernaut.
Dueling: [member="Enyo Typhos"] A wall of steel.


NPCs: Unchanged from Previous Posts

Spoiler

Wildcards http://starwarsrp.net/topic/56620-the-wildcards-wip/?p=847144
Wildcards 1st Battalion: 1,150 / 1,200 Engaging [member="Scipio Alta"] - North
Wildcards 2nd Battalion: 1,200 / 1,200 Flanking [member="Scipio Alta"] - South - Trying to stay Out of Range
Wildcards 3rd Battalion: 1,045 / 1,200 Pushing South HARD [member="Scipio Alta"] - Central
House Rules 4th Battalion 1,500 / 1,500 Holding in the mountains.
Nikto Engineers 5th Battalion: 1,500 / 1,500 Holding at Temple.
Wildcards 6th Battalion 1,200 / 1,200 Readying North for a Push [member="Scipio Alta"] - North - Out of Range
Wildcards 7th Battalion 1,200 / 1,200 Reinforcing behind Center [member="Scipio Alta"] - Fallback line - Out of Range.
Surrounding the Temple HAVw_A6_Juggernauts (Capacity 6000) x20 - RX-200 Falchion Class Assault Tank (Anti Aircraft) x20 - AAC-1 Speeder Tank (Lighting Strikes) x20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7Aw-UpBJR8​

Every single movement hurt. Cost him more. Gritted teeth breathing it out. He’d made contact a few times, more than he’d thought he’d pull off, not knowing her ruse. Trusting in the force to guide his strikes, giving his trust to it like never before. Blind. Deaf. Alone and Without air. Her weakened side had been a good choice, but she got the blade lock easily enough, her weakened arm coming up to grab him. Kei continued to try to recoil on each hit to maintain distance, but he couldn’t see anything. Enyo got a fist full of his torn up chest armor to hold on to, then crush, breaking it apart all the more. He was beginning to resemble a broken tin of second hand jawa beans, the fractured chest muscles got a yank, by this point most of his body felt the grip.

Shoving his weight forward for even precious inches of room, his blade disengaged. Raising his right knee hard hurt like hell, but he brought it up, and his re-engaging lightsaber down, going right for her damaged limb’s wrist. Using two opposing pressures up and down on her joint, battering the wrist if it connected. Assuming it worked like a regular hand it might release at the pressure, more likely she’d rip off more of his armor and come free as he yanked his weight the opposite way.

Following through, now he went for the saber lock, right along her own blade, aiming straight for her good hand holding it. A heavy movement, if it connected or if she pulled away, he stamped forward, thrusting the weapon towards her waist at an equally heavy lunge. Seeking to hit the armor damaged by the most shrapnel hints, he couldn’t see it so it was all the on the force to have this hit home, an attempt to impale the metal juggernaut that was wearing him down. Trusting in the force completely. Pained as he was, there was a deeper serenity now that existed inside of him despite the situation. Infuriatingly for her perhaps using the firmness of her own guard against her, the beams cracking together all the time and creating a wall of light between him and her, using both weapons to keep her out of easy grappling range.

The movement of the knee up had been a real problem for Kei, and would be clutching his side and groaning if he wasn’t fighting. As it was he coughed again, blood on the lips. Lack of air was becoming a problem, tiring was becoming a problem, wounds were a problem, he could barely hear or see her being dazed. How much longer could he keep this pace up blind and without air.

Not long and they both knew it. He had a plan.


Gear:

Spoiler

One Important Sandwich | Tempest Jedi Armor (Damaged) | Power Blade Mii Knife (Hip) | Lightsaber (Hands) | MRS Rifle Ammo: 12mm SPA-I Ammo (Hands) | 2x Stun Grenades | Basic Field Medical Kit (Pouch) | Grappling Hook/Tie/Field Rations (Belt)

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Nearing the Res
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] (Mom), [member="Enyo Typhos"], [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Spencer"], [member="Valae Kitra"], [member="Tanaski Yumi"]
Objective: Reach the Temple
Engaging: [member="Stephanie Swail"], [member="Zavli"]

How cute.​

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As he thought in his mind as the Jedi bravely stood in his way at a distance. He noticed the braid on her hair, proving that she was a Padawan; and Padawans meant easy prey for Lok. Easy and fun, but it would get boring for some while making him look to other horizons and hunt down Knights. Again, he didn't had time to engage with her but, perhaps, he could lead her to the Temple. There he wouldn't mind whom he faced just as long as he could see its pillars destroyed, its ceilings crumbled, and every inch of it in flames.

"Your braid will be a fine addition to my collection," the wayward Mandalorian, still suspended in the air, said to the Jedi in a cold, sinister tone. He wasn't as serious as his adoptive father or any other hardcore Mandalorian, but he wasn't one to screw around with. The last time someone did, it ended poorly for them...and it was not all too quick.

His HUD then picked up a hostile tag that was closing in on him and then fired at him. Blaster bolts struck at the Mandalorian Steel, not harming him or injuring him but the impact did do some bruising against his chest. Two against one? A fine challenge, but not now. It was a distraction if he were to engage; however, they'd continue their attack if he completely ignored them.

His response to the Jedi was simple. He would not waste ammunition on them as he went to his belt and grabbed one of his sonic detonators and threw it at Stephanie. It would pierce their ears due to the lack of protection for their hearing organs as high pitch frequency noise was produced from the device.

"Shame you're not Biths," he said as these detonators were capable of blowing up a Bith's head. Their ears would hurt and they hopefully would be occupied in trying to save their hearing. All this would give Lok a window of opportunity to fly towards the Silver Rest in which he was very close to. He could see the doorsteps and see a unit of guards at the ready.

Just a bit more.​

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Kei Amadis"]


He had a plan. So did the Terminatrix. Her Creators had taught her patience. In the light of the fact that one of them was dead, they might logically conclude that they'd taught her too well.


The Jedi was a skilled warrior. He displayed the strength of a man who'd been tested in countless battles. However, he was still a man. It was unlear to Enyo if he was using Breath Control, and if yes, for how long. She suspected that he must be, for at this juncture even the strongest lung would have left him gasping for air - air that was clogged with gas. Apnea bred complications.


But even with that ability in play - it could not help. With no barrier to plug his nose or shield his mouth. On its own, Breath Control did not prevent anything from entering or leaving the user's respiratory system. The gas would surely begin seeping inside of his mouth through gritted teeth and the flared nostrils as he strode on in this stalwart display.


However, she could not assume. Assumption was the mother of failure. Leaving things to probability and chance was little better. Thus she might as well operate under the illusion that he had Breath Control, Force Sight and Force Barrier in play.


He came at her aggressively, seeking to stop the invader of his home. Good.


Tire yourself out, human. Come to me.


She struck.


Her hand grasped with the unyielding strength granted to her by her Droid physique. He responded in kind. For one brief moment, his dazzling blade disengaged, vanishing in the cloud of gas that enveloped their furious duel. The rapid posture change revealed his intent. From a purely biomechanical perspective, it was an awkward manoeuvre: her hand clasping his armour in an iron grip, his pained leg moving upwards.


Expertly, he broke the lock. There, his blade swept down, while his knee moved up to press on her mechanical arm. But her arm refused to dislocate. The robotic servo was unwilling to allow the hyperextension as the gears rotated instantly and locked tight. Her hand held on firmly. He pulled his weight backwards, and a notable portion of his chest plate went her way. She pulled it nearly clean from his body as his blade pressed upon her arm and glided along the outside of its length.


The stench of burning, sizzling flesh filled the air, as synthflesh was shorn clean off her phrik limb as the blade dug underneath the heavy plating of her armour. Perhaps some time later, a carrion animal would try to fill its belly with it.


However, the Jedi Master was not finished. He came at her again - initiating the blade lock himself. But this was not all. There was a strike towards her hand, and a heavy lunge as he thrust his blade towards her armoured torso. It gave her an advantage.


The Cyborg maintained a strong position as the tip of his blade came shooting against hers mid-way down the length of her own burning violet sabre. So she fed off his attack. With great quickness, she pressed his to her left as the lunge became a stabbing thrust towards her. She willed her Droid chassis to the blinded Jedi's right as she forcefully pulled their blades apart. Her attack was fuelled by his own momentum.


Leaning in, her movement positioned her weapon directly under his arm as he completed the lunging motion. Her attack was a draw cut meant to deeply cleave him across his exposed chest. His lung would not like this, should she strike true. The intent being to leave him out of commission for the rest of the fight.

 

[Tekkio]

Location: Main NSF company located deep in woods north of temple. Tekkio's Survey team located just north of the temple on the mountains.
Objective: Repel enemy assault, reveal path to the temple.
Allies: TSE
Enemies: SJO [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] Any Jedi troopers on the mountains

The group Tekkio was traveling with continued their trek. Walkers stepped with ease, unlike their ancestor models. The survey team was ahead. Prisoners was guarded by the majority of the company. The fighters assigned to the company by [member="Zahori Denko"] shortly before she joined the ground battle, was over head. One of them was flying over, seeing the gunship they alerted the ground forces. "Knight Squadron to Alpha company, there is a bird falling, approaching from the rear." The squadron continued its flight as the ground forces scrambled. Some of the survey team was able to spot and tag the gunship, allowing the soldiers to move out of its path in time.

The gunship hit the gutter if it was a bowling ball. No sooner had that happen than torpedoes launched from the ground. The scattered walkers made it hard to hit them. It was only a quick turn and the Sith troopers quickly sprang into action. This was the first actual battle this company has faced this fight. They was fresh and ready. The troopers quickly identified the insects, abstained from the heat-sensors and instead activated X-ray, motion sensors, echolocation, radar and Life-form scanners. These scanners quickly helped locate the fire teams. Enemy on enemy popped up on trooper HUDs.

The sith troopers here was no regulars or first battle or basic trained. The majority of the 240 troopers here was special forces, and it showed. Their SIF-141 assault rifles made quick work of the revealed targets. The highly mobile unit, against these slower shock troopers, whos focus was the walkers, got the better of them. Snipers picked off the heavy fire teams with proton torpedo launchers and heavy guns. Troopers on the sith side did drop, sure, but most of them wanted this and they was getting what they wanted.

Lieutenant Commander Rogers, for his part, was about to order the execution of the prisoners, but saw how the battle faired. "Knight Squadron, please help us out here." He said. The fighters ahead gave an affirmative and dove into the woods. The 13 fighters split up to avoid the trees until they was over the enemy soldiers. The arched downwards and let their blaster canons loose. Green lights flashed into the forest where revealed and in-revealed insect shock troopers was hit. The squadron only made one volley before arching back up into the sky. The Lieutenant Commander leaned over to one of the platoon leaders and said, "Tell the troopers to pursue until they retreat. We outnumber them and apparently outmatch them."

He turned to the forward unit and the armored division leader, "Continue the march. I want to reach the temple quickly. These wookies are contained but they wont want to stay contained for long." The troopers continued their trek southwards towards the temple. As for Tekkio and the survey team with him, they was far ahead, scouting out the path to the temple. The path planned was easy enough. leading up over the mountains to reveal the temple on the other side.

Spoiler

Concerning Sith trooper Armor
Concerning The SIF-141 battle rifle
Concerning the Walkers

 

[Matsu Ike]

Location:.....
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Sith
Objective:

SHe felt it more, allowing her mind to wander throught he drift itself until she had presented herself at the first part, at the earliest she could see with the formation. Sections of the world, sections of the system were bright and ablaze with life. the creation of it, the death, natural selection and the processes. She could see more of it, she could feel more of it and her chest hurt. The air was almost not there, filled with less oxygen and more sulfur as the worlds were cooling. Forming, her presence in the force something she could see beofre the pain was there on her hands and along her skin. Then she felt something at her shoulder blades.

THe cold sensation of something watching her, of something able to see her before the force was coming around and she turned herself. She was looking at something, liquid, gasous she could't tell what it was. THe thing never had a shape or form before it seemed to notice her and there was an oppressive feeling in her mind. Like it wanted to find her, want to make her understand the folly.. but she moved, Drifting away from it into her own memories and she was watching something that she remembered from long ago. She was retreating into her own mind to escape and dodge the slithering mental probe.

'Younglings... younglings listen the class is about to begin.' The woman stood there, tall and wearing the traditional robes of the order. A skilled jedi as two more flanked her THey were teaching the class here in the temple when she looked around. The other younglings were younger her her byb about two years but she had been... found among the dead of Imperial KNights. Training on Rhen Var in the citadel before it was attacked and the others wiped out so they were teaching her to follow the jedi way. The scrawny girl with mthick black hair, pale skin and scars from where the practice blades had bit into her skin drawing small lines of blood.

She was quiet as well, shy and careful. The jedi had discovered several thing about her family and knew who she was... had shown her some fo her cousins. Her family but she was with them, she didn't have a place compared to some fo the others before the woman was sitting there. On a carved desk that was milky white and not wood but not stone either. "Welcome to the beginnings of your time here among the jedi. The force itself is an ever expanding subject, something even a jedi master will never stop learning about. With mysteries to satiate the senses both wondrous and grotesque. You only have to strive for it and not be afraid of a little failure.'

Her mind came out of it, allowing herself to return to the drift and she couldn't feel the presence in her mind but she could fel it. Out there among the stars and it was something different. Something old and powerful compared to anything else. She had gone to bedlam long ago and seen things like that... now it had changed her before the jedi master was watching things drift across her eyes. It as hungry and she could see that galaxies would burn more so she was feeling the others. All around her the jedi were something she could connect to and feed that thought.. that energy she had tapped into from the lightside of the force and as the holocron had called it primordial force energy, raw power. "Focus."

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective: Attack the Silver Rest.
Enemies: [member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Reggie Faayare"] [member="Zavii"] [member="Spencer"] +SJO
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Enyo Typhos"] [member="Lok Munin"] +TSE
Engaging: [member="Tanaski Yumi"]. Meanwhile, a wild [member="Andorreth Vikar"] appeared!

The young energy vampire probably thought it was a terrifying prospect to be someone's plaything. To Joyce's ears, it was nothing but the idle threats of a child who had never known true evil.

As Tanaski shifted his weight, Joyce was forced to sway her body to the right to compensate, moving her head out of its original position. The moment she sensed Andorreth's focus on her, her feet braced and her head inclined. Most of the sand skimmed off the side of her helmet that was still whole and clashed against the top of her armoured shoulder. It would have to take a vast amount of sand thrown with incredible velocity to bother her much with impact, and her exposed eye was out of its range.

Joycelyn used the movement to grip her sword in both hands. The fire that welled up along her back and shoulders enveloped the alchemised blade like a comet's tail. she brought it around, quickly transitioning it from tail-guard to ox, bringing the point against Tanaski as he brought his hand up and spoke his quip. She stabbed the point down toward him, the fire coalescing around the weapon and lashing out from the tip as an extension of its point.

The flames flickered furiously against Tanaski's blast of cold, and were she not carrying the scroll of fire pressed to her chest under her armour, then they would likely have been choked. However, she did carry the scroll, and while the fires were torn off her blade and almost entirely extinguished from her back, the force she put behind her weapon carried through. Were she not channelling a force rage, then she might have been blasted back by the sheer power of Tanaski's attack, however she was. Therefore, Joyce pierced through the centre of the blast and came bearing down on Tanaski with the point of her Dauntless.

Hate shone in her one visible eye, yellow and bright. The skin around it showed mirth in the sensation of battle. While she bore down on Tanaski, she did not entirely forget Andorreth. He would get his soon enough.

 

[Kei Amadis]

Location: Deeper in the Jungle.
Objective: Ouch.
Dueling: [member="Enyo Typhos"] A wall of steel.
NPCs Engaging: [member="Tekkio"] | [member="Scipio Alta"]

NPC Actions Updated for Tekkio | Unchanged for Scipio.

Spoiler

Wildcards http://starwarsrp.net/topic/56620-the-wildcards-wip/?p=847144
Wildcards 1st Battalion: 1,150 / 1,200 Engaging [member="Scipio Alta"] - North
Wildcards 2nd Battalion: 1,200 / 1,200 Flanking [member="Scipio Alta"] - South - Trying to stay Out of Range
Wildcards 3rd Battalion: 1,045 / 1,200 Pushing South HARD [member="Scipio Alta"] - Central
House Rules 4th Battalion 1,500 / 1,500 Holding in the mountains. Engaging Tekkio.
Nikto Engineers 5th Battalion: 1,500 / 1,500 Holding at Temple.
Wildcards 6th Battalion 1,200 / 1,200 Readying North for a Push [member="Scipio Alta"] - North - Out of Range
Wildcards 7th Battalion 1,200 / 1,200 Reinforcing behind Center [member="Scipio Alta"] - Fallback line - Out of Range.
Surrounding the Temple HAVw_A6_Juggernauts (Capacity 6000) x20 - RX-200 Falchion Class Assault Tank (Anti Aircraft) x20 - AAC-1 Speeder Tank (Lighting Strikes) x20

[member="Tekkio"]

The walkers had managed to get past the heavier weapon positions with careful use of combined arms. Unfortunately ahead of them lay a bigger more expansive problem.

Mountains which were also infested with a fresh Battalion of wildcards twiddling their thumbs. Well dug in by this point and fortified. The walkers coming over the mountain pass were hit with heavier weapons than the standard guerrillas used in the tree’s. Though the house rules or the harder targets as they were sometimes known, were fixed emplacement specialists, these wildcards were more suited to urban combat than fighting in the mountains. Still they’d had ample time with the help of the Nikto engineers previously to prepare for an attack via the mountains. So much so he’d caught the outmost of them playing cards for looted Sith coins.

Some 1,500 infantry were surrounding the various mountains and the main pass. Of course they were spread out and not all clustered together, like the rest of the defences, all over the various ridges and peaks that existed. Behind them toward the temple were Jedi, possibly rangers, Nikto, light armor, and other less disciplined forces. The walkers would need to pass trenches, fortified emplacements, mines and other fun surprises taking that route at this late point in the day. Missiles, heavier particle, plasma and beam weapons, fixed emplacement guns were the House Rules forte. All that colorful lightshow went piercing toward the walkers charging the higher ground. The Empire had air superiority over the wildcard unit at least, which certainly helped, as they hadn’t deployed their aging CAS or interceptor squadrons today. If Tekkio was clever he could focus on breaking through and not engaging the bulk of the defending force at speed, but that would still mean walking over those trenches, emplacements and defenses.

[member="Enyo Typhos"]
Kei sadly didn’t have a battalion of wildcards facing the metal juggernaut. At this point about all he had left was harsh language. Lacking Khia’s colourful repertoire he just made do with.

“Well Kark it.”

He’d pulled and twisted away of course. What sentient wouldn’t. Looking at the gash she’d made, his armor had taken part of the hit, his chest the rest. Her saber had burned him open as he’d been trying to do to her armor, maybe to sink his weapon hilt in and try something creative. But it was for naught, as his main attack had been pushed aside before it connected.

Brute force saber skills were not enough against the juggernaut and her anti forcer grenades, his lack of helmet again his undoing. He'd pushed harder than he would have done outside of the gas. His lunging attack had left him vulnerable, and she gashed him along his chest well enough, that he could do nothing more but fall over. The force connection was rapidly depleting from the tired Jedi Master, she was right in that observation. Gas taken in through the skin even more than any slipping in through the teeth, just by being stood within it.

A deadened force connection took the last sense he had. Crawling away through the cloud, a bloody bag of bones. He propped himself up against a nearby tree. Bringing up his communicator and speaking something quietly into it. A command. A sense of danger was apparent.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSavHutLMSI​

The Jedi Master rested against the thick trees of this place, a beaten man. ​

A beaten man? That’d be the day. Kei Amadis going quietly into the long night. Ha. He put his arms around his head protectively. The communicator beeping its response. Amadis looked up as the gas cleared. Weary and bleeding out from his various wounds.

“Can you fly.” The Jedi Master asked struggling for breath. A peaceful grin coming across his features.
His hand relaxed and his communicator rolled loose, his body sliding down the side of the trunk.

“Copy that. Artillery on your position. 700 meters south east of the temple. Firing for effect in a two hundred meter radius.” The device announced. Giving her a headstart.

The sound of several guns could be heard whistling somewhere in the distance behind him. Kei in his last act of defiance true to the Amadis gene, had picked to have his back to the shells. Let the chips fall where they may, he was at peace.

Fin for Kei
But I’ll update his troops.

 

[Khia Varad]

Location: Somewhere in the Jungles.
Anger Level: Boiling
Engaging: [member="Koda Fett"]
Allies: SJO
Enemies: Sith

​

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABfh9JxCF6s
They had the Sith where they wanted them. In close quarters where their shields, their jetpacks maneuverability and their training were lethal, making their enemies numbers count for less.​

Unfortunately for Khia she wore no Jetpack today, using the KPA-01 Armor. Fett certainly was hard to hit up in the trees, though some of the crusaders with them wore Jetpacks not all Mandalorians carried them. Colourful swearing intensified to full blown verbal outbursts that would have made a drunken Wookiee blink. She’d hit nothing up there! He must be out of her effective range, frak it.

Thankfully the higher Fett got the less effective he probably was too. Him not following her gave Khia time, continuing to circle behind the Sith engaging the crusaders.

So much for Plan a or Plan b!
What was Plan c?

“Seka. Taylir” <Hold> She didn’t say anything else. The supercommandos that had pushed into the Sith line were taking cover at the now forward spot they’d cut out of them.

Dropping her mean looking slug thrower. Khia primed two cyroban grenades and threw them forward and upwards. Bright blue ice completely freezing the canopy above the engagement and cutting off Fett from hitting much easily where he was. At least so she thought. Not knowing about his advance tracking equipment. Khia grunted, satisfied.

But it was momentary, because that wasn't the point.

She drew both of her sonic concussive pistols, Jackknifes and fired into the weakened tree’s around the blast points. Their shrieking explosive bursts bringing down frozen branch, ice and parts of the trees above them straight down on the Sith’s heads. Disorientating with their sonic payload. She blazed forward with both pistols continued going on into their target's backs, while the Mandalorians used the confusion to start another forward push. The Sith took notice of her. Khia took another glancing hit to the armor and a nasty bruise, her shield absorbing another hit too. The nimbus shield unable to block multiple shots at once, it was however great at the shots it did block.

Grunting as another hit came her way, she took cover. Several guns had turned her way because she was the distraction, and her position began to resemble a smoke and lightshow. Maybe a flying Mandalorian had come up to meet [member="Koda Fett"], who could say? It was hammer time around her that was for sure, pistols in each hand, lines of Sith out ahead of her. Death a close friend. She was home.

10 Crusaders Still Stood.


NPCs/Gear

Spoiler

1x MRS-1 14mm SPA-I Slugs, x3/6 Ammo Clips (Dropped)| 1x Icebreaker 2x Jackknifes (Hands) | Grenade Belt x3/5 Mixed Nades(Cryo|Frag|Stun) | KPA-01 Armor, Targeting Visor, Lifeform Detector, | x1 Nimbus Shield On, x1 Echani Personal Shield blown | Battlefield Trauma Kit

NPCs:
10/20 x Mandalorian Crusaders from Clan Varad. Some have jetpacks, all are heavily armed with similar gear, one or two are packing anti vong tensor weaponry.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Kei Amadis"]


It was over.

Checkmate?


The Cyborg gashed the Jedi along his chest, and he fell to the ground. As he dropped, Enyo reached out and the Force caught Kei's blade for her. Two blades ready to cut the Jedi Master's throat and finish him off for good.


The Jedi crawled away, but she was soon upon him. He could not run or fight anymore. The human inside her was satisfied. This was how it should be. The Machine her thought differently. Not overcome by exaltation or blinded by emotion, it was more cognisant of the danger.


Very imminent danger. It yanked her attention away from the sweet scent of victory - that of burning flesh and torn armour that had tasted her blade and her iron fist. Towards the words the defeated Jedi whispered and the transmission that buzzed from the comm.


"You fought well," the human inside her said these words in parting. Her voice was modulated by her helmet's electronic speaker. Even without such distortion, her tone would have been that of a dull monotone. Then she ran, as fast as she could with a damaged leg. She'd taken his weapon with her.


The sound of several guns could be heard whistling, as an artillery barrage was unleashed upon the forest. Relentlessly, the heavy guns pounded the target area. As the Cyborg moved, the ground shuddered and trembled, as if struck by quakes.


Columns of earth and dust were thrown up, craters blown into the ground, fires engulfed the sturdy Kashyyyk trees. The shelling was so loud that it was all but deafening, even for Enyo's sophisticated hearing. Flames whipped at her, seeking to envelope her in their fiery embrace. Enough heat to amplify the temperature inside her brain box to an unpleasant degree, forcing her to make haste.


A mighty Kashyyyk tree, one that had withstood the test of time for many generations and was far older than Enyo by a tremendous margin, finally gave way. As it was blown apart, part of it descended upon the Cyborg. More restruction rained down upon the forest while she lay there, buried. Then she mustered all her strength to free herself from this confinement. Flashes of Korriban entered her mind, but this time she was prepared.


Her damaged arm would not budge. So she detached it - and crawled out. It was just a limb. She would make it out. Damaged, but that could be repaired. It was just a shell, a tether that kept her anchored. She would endure.


FIN for Enyo

 

[Andorreth Vikar]

Smirking at the dodge of my sand blast I began circling as I could feel the sand break against her armor. The flame wreathing her blade was becoming obnoxious though, moving into a martial one handed form I wreathed it in sand in an attempt to snuff her nonsense out. . For good measure I began spinning a small cloud sand around her field of vision. Just enough so that it'd be difficult to keep accurate track of Tanaski. Nothing more obnoxious than not being able to see fully while in battle. Looking towards Tanaski I simply moved, rolling towards her with I darted an inverted slash towards her leg as I rolled then coming into a back hand strike with Tamerlein's emerald blade. Wreathed in aqua lightning at the very least there'd be some sparks against her armor I'd need to be more aggressive and get inside her guard if I wanted to get in any serious damage...

Hopefully Stephanie had received support from [member="Zavii"] by now.....

[member="Tanaski Yumi"] ~ [member="Stephanie Swail"] ~ [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

[member="Mythos"] [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

Perfection?​

Laughter followed.​

​

There was a shudder in the trees as a breeze blew through from the east to west, tearing leaves from branches and bringing cold to the depth of bones. There was anger in the voice, still sourceless, though now it seemed more like it came from eight sources rather than general ambience.

If this is what you call perfection then you have strayed further from my teaching than I thought.​

​

The dragon flew away to avoid the blast of Mythos' attack. It flapped its wings back into the trees of the Worshyr forests, but there was no rider on its back. Had she been there at all, was she watching from somewhere else? Perhaps she was just behind his back, breathing down his neck. No, she was not that close either.

​

You think you are wise, Animus.​

Yet for all your words you have little wisdom.​

​

Her form was shrouded deep in the cloak of shadows, her presence almost entirely erased, and what was there was like trying to grip smoke with sticks. She stood close to the roots of one of the worshyr trees so even if one saw through the Force, her form was easily mistaken for a part of the organic mass surrounding her. Her fingers played with the lightsabre hilt in her hands as her burning eyes stared unblinkingly.

She stood there, but where there was, was a feat to find.

This empire you think you are building is nothing short of proof that you are straying from the path,​

I have seen your walk of triumph, your gilded palaces.​

I am not impressed.​