Dominion Tyrants Without Thrones || GA Dominion of Lazerian IV

[Caelan Valoren]

"I know it seems odd," he said as he fought off one of the enemy combatants. "But that's where my home in the city is. It's where we were when we were attacked."

They had two homes. The one in the city is the one he really called home. Most of his time was spent there because his parents were very focused on spending time with the people of the Kingdom. They had their home out near the valley, as well, but that was largely for vacationing. They didn't spend a lot of time out there. In fact, it was more inhabited by guards for the valley than it ever was by the royal family. Vacations were few and far between, but as he was just the prince, he'd spent a lot of free time in the park and the city itself.

"Their blades are what gave me my scar that won't heal."

So yes, their blades were quite dangerous. If they weren't handled, they left wounds that festered and oozed with darkness. In those who didn't have the ability to utilize the Force, he was suspicious that it would be far more deadly. In those who did, it could still be bad, as left unattended it could really affect the mind. He'd struggled a lot with it when he'd first gotten his wound, wallowing in despair and slowly losing his mind. He was fortunate to have gotten it healed.

The numbers of those who were around them were beginning to dwindle. The ones not dead were heavily wounded. He batted away the blade of one of the few left standing and then used a leg sweep to take his legs out from under him. After the armored foe fell to the ground, he enhanced his foot and kicked him in the head hard enough to knock him out cold for, well, quite a while to say the least. On the plus side, the Alliance had these guys heavily outnumbered.

"I'm moving ahead. I think our Wookiee friend may have cleared the way for us." He looked at the soldier who spoke to him. "Follow me. I don't think these guys have as large a force as they appear to."

At the least he hadn't seen any more enemy troops moving down the way towards them. So, with the way clear, he started at a jog down the main thoroughfare, intending on heading to the park.

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ATTIRE: Link | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8

TAGS: Corazona von Ascania | Drystan Creed | Thralrii Hillbolt | Grrwunhoooll Agaburry ​

 

[Dean Walker]

Dean's sharp gray eyes flicked to Katarine as she called him "slick," and one brow quirked upward in response. The corner of his mouth tugged into a smirk, a quiet laugh escaping as he crouched by the door panel. He could feel a spark of amusement lingering, but something about the way she winked at him — so effortlessly, with that playful confidence — caused a flicker of warmth in his chest. It caught him off guard, just enough to make him pause.

Nicknames and winks. She was full of surprises.

He made a mental note of it and turned his attention back to the task at hand, the smirk still lingering faintly on his lips. His hands moved with practiced precision as he produced a small slicer tool from his utility pack and got to work on the door's access panel. The soft hum of its circuits filled the air, faint but persistent as he bypassed the security systems.

The door panel emitted a faint beep, and the light shifted from red to green. Dean pushed the door open just enough to peek inside, his smirk fading as he scanned the dimly lit interior. His demeanor shifted instantly — all business again.

"We're in," he murmured, glancing back at her. "Stay close. Looks quiet, but I don't trust quiet."

Dean held the door open for her, letting her slip inside first before following her in. The space was dark, with faintly glowing light strips along the edges of the floor, illuminating rows of crates and scattered equipment. The faint scent of oil and machinery lingered, and somewhere deeper in the warehouse, the faint hum of a generator thrummed steadily.

Dean crouched low again and motioned for Katarine to follow his lead. "Holocron's not gonna be in plain sight. They'll have it locked up somewhere secure. Let's stick together and keep things quiet for now. If we run into trouble…"

He glanced at her, his smirk returning just slightly.

Trouble was fun.

Katarine Ryiah​

 

[Diogo Talon]

Head back to refugee camp
Connel Vanagor

Connel was busy pulling the comm-link out of his belt, as well as the Throwing Lightknives he used out of the broken weapons, as well as the bodies of two of the Syndicate criminal thugs. Three of them, like you asked… see, I paid attention. Take care of them though, I only have a few left myself.

Diogo narrowed his eyes. "Are you tryna bribe me? 'cus it's workin'." The boy eagerly took the throwing knives, carefully tracing his finger over the sharp edges. "Woah, these are awesome." Diogo gripped one between thumb and forefinger, pretending to throw it a few times. Okay, big man was cool, after all.

I just activated the locator on my headset. If you use the comm-link, it will lead you right to me. If you will lead these people back to the encampment, I will move forward and scout out the next area.

"You got it, hoss. I'll bring them to camp and I'll be back lickety-split," he grinned, taking the comlink and stuffing it in his pocket.

Make sure they get back okay and catch up? He was indeed asking, but he wasn’t really “asking”, this was not “busy work”.

"Will do. Just don't have too much fun without me."

"Alright, folks! Let's get you back to camp."

Diogo led them away, but looked back and whipped out a peace sign at Connel. Nonchalant as always, the boy wasn't worried about encountering any resistance, seeing as how they'd originally come from the encampment and so had already cleared the way. He was a danger to himself though, as he incessantly played and fumbled with the throwing knives. It was only a matter of time bef—blood trickled down his finger. Yup, he cut himself.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Lazerian IV | OBJECTIVE : ¾ Hybrid | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Jonyna Si | Jack Wright | Diogo Talon TAG (FOE) : @

Really smart, Connel… that kid's gonna cut himself with those.

The Throwing Lightknives had activation/deactivation buttons, just like lightsabers, but something in his gut told him that this was a bad idea. Shrugging it off, he moved on, Diogo needed a “win” once in a while that will show him some level of humility. This wasn’t that, but would hopefully be at least some kind of start. Go, he’ll get you to safety.

Connel wasn’t ignoring what the kid was saying, he was paying more attention to the freed slaves, especially the kids. They were traumatized.

Connel was moving, and moving quickly. He was already well past the waterfall, climbing up and following the river, he came across an encampment of Syndicate. They had no idea that he was even close to them in any way. Connel quickly hid behind a large rock and observed them from a distance. They were heavily armed and seemed to be looking for something. Connel knew he had to stay hidden until he could find a way out.

It was when they started killing for sport that he started to ignore his instincts of slipping past them. The Shadow reached out and caught one by the neck through the Force and slowly began to cut off his oxygen. Initially this had caught the other three by shock until one of them was suddenly paralyzed and sent flying over the waterfall.

“We got a Jedi in the area!”

“You kidding? Jedi are (censored)! That’s a Sith!”

“That’s ‘dead’ is what it is!”

Oh really? In a blur, Connel was between the two survivors and took them down, and out. Not unconscious, they were “no longer with us”. He felt a tinge of the Dark Side creeping into him, but that was something Syn had warned him about. This was the way of the Shadow and he was learning this more and more by the day. Taking their blasters again and slipping them under his belt, along with the two knives he found, Connel stripped them down of the rest of their gear and destroyed the rifles.

Before long, he moved on. The Shadow knew that the caves were getting closer and others were there that needed help. He did not concern himself about Diogo catching up, but he would leave “breadcrumbs”. If the kid was smart, he would not follow, he did not need to see what the galaxy was capable of right now, but if he did, then he did.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Nos Voros

Jonyna couldn't help but snicker at the sight of the slugspawn. "I can arrange that, yes. And please, do eat something. I've got convoys of these freighters with fresh food every day. I fully expect this one to run out of food by the end of the day. It's a whole system."

While the Maclunkee's business was still new, Jonyna had allowed her tech genius to plot out a system that would make sure there was always fresh grub for the hungry. What that ended up being was a convoy system, and a hell of a lot of new jobs at the company.

The fact she had a direct line to the Agri-corps probably helped too.

Jonyna led them back to the freighter, which seemed to have been converted into a small diner of sorts. What had been a quiet freighter, now was a bustling place of comradery, and refuge. Good food, good people, and good times. A place where everybody knows your name.

 

[Drystan Creed]

LAZERIAN IV

Equipment: Standard (In Bio)
Tags: Caelan Valoren | Corazona von Ascania | Grrwunhoooll Agaburry | Thralrii Hillbolt

Drystan stood atop the skyscraper, surveying the battlefield below, his surroundings now littered with the fallen snipers he had dispatched with little effort. The faint hum of his communicator snapped him out of his focus, and he picked up Cora's correspondence.

"On my way. Just admiring the view."

Switching channels, he addressed his support squadron of commandos. "Finish up taking care of overwatch. Regroup with the main force at the city park."

With a sharp click, he ended the transmission and took off, sprinting across the obstacle-laden rooftops toward the park. Drystan sprinted, weaving effortlessly through the urban sprawl until the open expanse of the park came into view.

Spotting his fellow Jedi, he fired his grapnel claw at a Syndicate warrior, the claw latching onto the target with a metallic clink. Using the retracting line for momentum, he propelled himself downward, slamming a shoulder into the warrior's chest plate as he landed. The impact caved the armor in, the warrior crumpling unconscious beneath him as Drystan straightened, now back with the main group.

He dusted himself off, sweeping the field with a sharpened gaze. "Would be easier if they'd just surrender. But my negotiation skills on a crowd aren't exactly great..."

 

[Ariana du Couteau]

Ariana du Couteau, Jedi Padawan
Location: Crystal Valley, Lazerian IV
Objective Two: Crystal Valley
Outfit

Ariana felt her blade slow as it sliced through the first enforcer, the blaster fire intensified as she became easier to target. Fortunately she had managed to get the blaster fire mostly coming from one direction; making her conjuring a Force shield far easier to both manage and maintain. The attacks continued but the enforcers weren’t slouches and began to perform flanking maneuvers while continuing to push more blaster fire into Ariana’s Force shield.

The situation wasn’t idle and there were quite heavy considerations to be had, Ariana hadn't intended to fight all them at once. Narrowed eyes but her smile ever wide, she targeted the closet duo of enforcers attempting to flank her from the side. Keeping her Force shield aimed at the direction of the heaviest incoming blaster fire, Ariana managed to deflect the incoming blaster bolts from the two flanking enforcers with moderate difficulty.

Training with her blade hadn’t been the easiest and her deflection technique had only improved enough to keep herself safe from blaster fire. Being able to redirect blaster fire back to the shooter was a skill that eluded her for quite some time. But her lightsaber had little difficulty in cutting through the two enforcers, her talent there was more than enough.

Pushing herself back and behind some moderate cover, her Force Shield finally disappeared as her concentration broke, giving Ariana a chance to breathe. The sound of a jetpack being used and a different sounding blaster fire caused Ariana to raise an eyebrow but the sound of confused shouts from the Enforcers gave her a chance to look over her cover. A blur of blaster fire and armor had seemingly emerged out of nowhere in front of her eyes and it reigned havoc for the Enforcers.

Ariana wasn’t one to look a gift bantha in the mouth, so she charged forward to dispatch two more Enforcers who hadn’t been in the Mandalorian’s warpath. Their body’s slumped as the armoured heads rolled afterwards and Ariana looked towards the new combatant. The armoured figure had slowed down for a moment in front of the barracks, clearly aware of potential new enemies but offered a knowing glance in her direction. The battle continued as more blaster fire came from inside the barracks, though Ariana was bit at a loss.

With a shrug and simple shake of her head, the situation hadn't changed that drastically, as it stood she simply had someone clearing out Syndicate forces alongside herself. If anything it greatly reduced the need for her own mounting effort. The new person appeared to be Mandalorian, not that it mattered all that much if it was the case, the man was heavily armoured and shrugged off blaster fire well enough. I’ll leave him be for the moment. Her mission target was the Syndicate Mansion head-quarters, not pick fights with potential allies for the time being.

Two nearby offices had their doors blown open as four more enforcers emerged and shouted into their Comms. Ariana could sense their panic, their fear rising as they raised their rifles to fire wildly at her. She took her time to move closer and deflected the poorly aimed shots in stride, but even as Ariana got close enough to dispatch all four Enforcers something felt off. Her eyes followed the noise of vehicles moving and two small hovercrafts rose and left the mine encampment for probably the Mansion. Her smile shrank slightly as her stare turned into a glare, with a slight anger rising inside of her, she turned back towards the barracks where the Mandalorian been standing at the entrance returning fire inside.

Ariana raised her left hand and targeted a small part of the wall and with great intensity she ripped a hole open. Barely large enough to fit through, Ariana began to stalk inside the barracks. The first enforcer who wandered around the corner to see what the tearing noise was all about met face to face with a deadly smile and a lightsaber through the chest. The next two Enforcers barely had time to raise their rifles to fire desperate shots at the young du Couteau heiress. Her right cybernetic hand formed a fist and smashed into the first Enforcer's face while her left hand cleaved through the second.

Once this encampment is cleared of Enforcers I can search for the location of the headquarters with relative ease.
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|| Stevru Klamat | @(Open) ||​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery's fiery gaze snapped toward the source of the blaster fire as the crackling sound echoed through the trees and across the base. Her muscles tensed instinctively, and her hand immediately fell to the hilt of her lightsaber. The sharp hum of the shots being deflected, followed by a brief pause, sent a ripple of foreboding through the Force.

Then came the sound of reinforcements — shouted orders, the clatter of boots against ferrocrete, and the unmistakable hum of heavier blaster cannons being powered up.

"Brace yourselves," Valery called through the comm, her tone sharp but calm. "I sense more of them, from multiple directions."

She moved swiftly, her lightsaber igniting with its signature violet hue as she advanced. In the distance, she spotted Aadihr, his presence glowing faintly through the Force. He'd taken out the sentry in the watchtower, but the commotion had roused the rest of the skeleton crew. Blaster fire erupted from the barracks ahead, and Valery twisted her blade to deflect a volley of shots aimed in her direction.

"Azurine, Aris," she called, her voice steady over the chaos. "We need to push forward. If we hold back now, we'll be overwhelmed."

Her fiery gaze flicked toward the open terrain of the base's interior, where more enemy troops were emerging. They moved in formation, their blasters trained on the Jedi's position.

The hum of her blade intensified as she surged forward, the Force coiling through her body and propelling her into the fray. Her movements were a blur, each deflected bolt sending streaks of light through the air. With a sharp leap, she closed the distance to the nearest cluster of soldiers, sweeping her blade to swat away their first volley of fire.

They wouldn't stand a chance.

Azurine Varek Aadihr Lidos Aris Noble ​

 

[Resh]

Eloise Dinn​

Resh gave her a confused look, as though he hadn't quite picked up on the turn of phrase. She rejected the literal interpretation not a moment later. It seemed the approaching soldiers had spotted them at some point on their approach. They formed into a more defensive column, and directed their focus on the building they now hid in. Any hopes that they had gone wholly undetected were unproven, when a soldier fired warning shots at the facade.

"Resh, can you to cover me?"

"Cover you?" He blinked, flinching as another volley of gunfire rang out, "Uh, sure." He shook his head, and swallowed his nervousness somewhat, replacing it with a sense of resolve. He didn't want to let down his friend, "Yes." He answered again, more definitively. Unlatching his lightsaber from its rest on is belt, Resh gripped the hilt tightly in his hands, staring at it as if to imbue himself with the strength of the crystal inside.

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris took a breath as he listened to the chaos unfold. They were known now, so stealth was unneeded. Multiple blasters, more footsteps deeper in starting to rush. Securing other entrances, he imagined from where they sounded like they were heading. Not all to the wall his master had just gotten to the top of. Even with a skeletal crew they had they were being smart.

They could probably hold the wall if they were clever.

He could hear the footsteps of the approaching crew. Reinforcements to the top, where Aadihr and Valery were, where Azurine probably would end up. So he took a breath, looking to the portion of wall where he could tell the stairs were. He raised a fist as he exhaled. And punched. Metal screeched as he punched right through. He could hear the sudden surprise of the soldiers on the other side. Confusion.

Panic as Aris pulled the metal apart with his bare hands and stepped in. He ignited the cold blue of his saber, the blade itself silent as he glanced between the various faces.

"Surrender."

Valery Noble | Azurine Varek | Aadihr Lidos

 

[Jack Wright]

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(Tags: OPEN)

The side-flip narrowly evaded the foe's wide swing, Jack launched over a dip and landed firmly on both boots, azure and violet hummed while the female lieutenant was in hot pursuit, clashing her blade against both of his. The Knight, undeterred from the forceful push, diverted her press sideways, striking with just the tip of amethyst, that the lady just spung around, and raised to block.

Jack kept on backing away, leading the brainwashed thug further away from the camp's borders. That was the goal, alongside intercepting any potential reinforcements, the Syndicate may have dispatched in this region, just like his fellow Jedi.

Her frustration, her mounted fury at being unable to land a blow, led to tacky strikes of an unpracticed, undisciplined Force user. She was no Sith, which was quite a shame.

Then she'd have been a challenge.

By the next swing, aimed for his right neck, Jack ducked and swung with both lightsabers, cleaving straight across chest and torso in precise arcs. Twin blades hummed against the rain, that was slowly beginning to halt.

As was the life force behind the crouched Jack, the sound of a sword's energy dissipating, followed by the Squelched of a female body crashing headfirst through the muck, thoroughly defeated. Straightening tall, the young man sighed deeply, deactivated saber to bring his right hand, brsuhing back damp hair.

One more pitiful body, for a pointless cause. But he sensed it was almost over...

 

[Eloise Dinn]

Resh​

Once Resh agreed to cover her, Eloise held him to it. If he screwed up or screwed her over... tough luck. She'd probably be dead before she knew it.

"Alright. I'm going to leave cover long enough to pick up the tank with the Force, lift it up and then drop it. I have to be looking at it, and I need enough time to focus. That's where you come in. Cover me while I'm concentrating." She moved into position. "On the count of three, we'll do it. One... two..."

She left cover. The soldiers saw her almost immediately and opened fire, but she ignored them, her attention completely focused on the tank.