Until blood runs out (OS Attack on Thyferra)

[Damian Starchaser]

Location: A Factory of some sort where murder happened
Enemy: [member="Trin Gravois"] and I suppose [member="Lucas Gravois"] is in the vicinity...
Allies: [member="Caid Centurion"] maybe and like [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] I think? I mean they are around right? I may have started celebrating new years too early.

Damian wasn’t good at… well most things involving the force. He could make himself small, push and pull some stuff and run… really fast. It was his most developed skill, and yet he was barely able to put up a defense in time, sloppily parrying the blade which almost knocked him off his feet.

Stumbling backward he recovered quickly dropping his pistol to put another hand on his saber to stop the blow. That wasn’t good. Taking stock he remembered something an old spacer told him once. He lost one weapon but he still had many others, indeed he had to consider his entire body a weapon.

Backstepping he created some distance between himself and his new dance partner. His contorted as he considered his opponent for a moment. She wanted to be fast? Damian could do fast. With preternatural speed he charged forward, his feet making circular motions as he walked hoping to trip his opponent should she hold her ground.

His strike came not as a slash or long sweep, but as pointed stab. Economy of motion made the stabbing blow the most effective and it gave a smaller target for the parry. This was a different fight than his last. There was no banter, no attempt to turn Damian to the Dark Side, make him act out in anger. There was only aggression and battle.

 

[Trin Gravois]

Trin didn't want to turn [member="Damian Starchaser"] to the dark side. No, she could care less about what kind of Force powers he used. Trin just wanted a meal. Following Lucas around had stirred the half Anzat's hunger. But Trin liked to play with her food. The aggression the Jedi displayed as he fought her only served to stir some reptilian need deep in her core. The animal was freed and ready to walk through the fire.

She liked the way he fought, the way he matched her dance. As she sparred with him, her lips were almost smiling. His feet moved in a circle, trying for a leg sweep. Trin used the Force to bolster her muscles, making her athletic calves as unmovable as durasteel. She held her ground against him. Then the thrust of his blow came, and she brought her saber quickly up to meet it, almost a nanosecond too late. His form was impeccable. It was clear that the young man was the better bladesman, and would tire her out.

She began to reach out with the powerful mind control inherent in her species, a dizzying siren's song that attempted to call to the pleasure centers of his brain. As her hypnotic power got stronger, her strikes got sloppier. She was betting on him falling for this.

Force knew if it failed, her brother wouldn't help her.

[member="Lucas Gravois"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] [member="Caid Centurion"] @Erryone else

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Location: A Factory of some sort where murder happened
Enemy: [member="Trin Gravois"] and I suppose [member="Lucas Gravois"] is in the vicinity...
Allies: [member="Caid Centurion"] maybe and like @Kisney Starchaser I think? I mean they are around right? I may have started celebrating new years early.

Damian continued the fight charging in and not letting up and allowing the woman a moment of respite. Within the fury is quick stabs, parries and slices, he began noticing the slow evaporation of form on his opponents side.A spiking heart rate heralded the first effect of the hypnotic suggestion as Damian stabbed forward with his saber sending the blade into the woman's chest.

Damians leg hit Trin’s with a powerful force but stopped. He grimaced as he locked his leg at the joint with hers. If he couldn’t move she sure as hell wouldn’t be able to. She parried and attempted a riposte only to be denied by Damians speed and geography of their entwined bodies. A flick of his wrist sent the woman's blade, and indeed most of her arm away. They were too close now use sabers effectively and any movement to get away would be stopped by the other as their bodies locked.

And through all of this he was exhilarated, the second sign of hypnotic suggestion. Every fiber of his being was into this fight, he wanted it more than he’d wanted… well anything and yet a nagging sensation inside of him knew he had to win, had to be victorious.

This sensation felt familiar and there was a nudge at the back of his head warning him of danger that he couldn’t explain. Perhaps he just didn’t want to. Everything felt too good as he moved in to finish the woman off reaching out his hand to strike her with a closed a fist the movement enhanced with the speed of the force.

 

[Garivald]

Location: Drop Ship
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: Anyone not
Objective: Provide ground support/help acquire bacta
Equipment: In bio

Descending in a drop ship at terminal velocity was not what Garivald would describe as fun. It wasn't the speed that he hated,it was the damn vibrating! The ship was rattling so damn much it felt like it was falling apart; ready to leave him free-falling to his death at any moment. Just the idea of such a thing being possible left his fur matted down in sweat. How he needed to be down on the ground already. At least he could do something about getting shot at. This though.... this was a nightmare.

He only hoped he'd live long enough to track down whoever designed this deathtrap and put a hole in their hea...

*static* "We're approaching the dropzone. Look lively."

"About damn time!"

Standing up Garivald performed a quick, final once over on his gear. Everything was in working order.

Feeling the ship touch down he made his way towards the off-ramp with the rest of the soldiers. Ears flicking in excitement a harsh smile made its way across his face; hidden behind his helmet. The off-ramp slowly began to descend, taking only a couple of seconds but feeling like eternity.

*more static* "ALRIGHT SOLDIERS! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!"

Gripping his infantry rifle Garivald charged down the ramp and into mayhem.

 

[Trin Gravois]

With an animal grunt, Trin parried the blow that sailed towards her chest, but just barely. Trin was an untested Sith apprentice, with no formal trainer other than her psychopathic brother who found it sporting to assault her every now and then for fun. Saber fighting wasn't her strong suit. She was better with speed and strength, more of a beast than a bladeswoman.

Damn good with a blaster, too.

So Trin fell back on her mind trick, the one that couldn't be learned. The one handed down to her by the old double helix. The one that helped her feed on the living.

The punch found impact in her jaw, knocking her head back so severely, that Trin dropped her saber. The siren call went silent, and the Jedi would find a respite from its euphoria. With a ferocious blink and a head shake, the Anzat hybrid locked eyes on the young man. Baring her teeth, she used Force Strength to bolster her muscles, then, reached out to grab his saber arm and attempted to pull it right out of its socket.

[member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Lucas Gravois"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Location: A Factory of some sort where murder happened
Enemy: [member="Trin Gravois"] and I suppose [member="Lucas Gravois"] is in the vicinity...
Allies: [member="Caid Centurion"] maybe and like @Kisney Starchaser I think? I mean they are around right? I may have started celebrating new years early.

Damn, Damian thought in his head as Trin grabbed his arm, I should have blew her up.

At least one problem was solved when the woman dropped her saber, and his hit had the desired effect of knocking the crap out of the woman. Still she was resilient and maintained the assault baring her teeth like an animal and grabbing at his saber hand.

Without hesitation Damian dropped his lightsaber letting it fall down to his feet. Many people wouldn’t have done what he did, and yet it was the prudent move, she controlled that arm at the moment. Damians face contorted in pain as pressure began to build. Bending his wrist down to grab her own that was pulling upon his arm he jerked the woman towards him. The momentum of both her pulling and himself increased his movement speed and he brought his opposite arm up to strike at her with his elbow.

Should the maneuver succeed it would no doubt strike the intertwined pair would both fall to the ground. He prepared himself to make the best of the situation as the elbow approached its target.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Wind rippled through Tiland's hair, causing a few stray white hairs to dance in the wind. He frowned at them. White hairs now? Really? Hadn't graying hair been poor enough? He was only five and a half centuries old or so. That wasn't that old! But oh, so be it. He hadn't found any in his beard at least, which certainly helped. He squinted down at his beard just in case. No, all was gray. He let out a mock sigh of relief and then stopped. Nobody was around to notice that or the internal conversation he'd been having with himself.

Why was he worrying about his age anyway? He had a duty to fulfill, one to heal and restore harmony. Not the one his body urged of him, clawing at his insides and yearning to consume the minds of those he encountered, especially Force users. They shone in a way no others did. Some shone with light and others with shadow. Of course, there were the few that were murky and indecipherable. But they all shone and the landscape was dotted with these presences. Hunger crackled through him and something burned.

Tiland knelt, digging his fingers into the soil, crumbling it against his weathered hands. It rubbed away the hunger, pulling Tiland deeper into the Force, tying him to the living things that surrounded him. Grass and tree, beetle and Miralian, Sith and Jedi. All were alive and all gave strength to the Force. Something crystallized then. Awareness, even. As all living things gave strength to the Force, and as it strengthened him, so too did they. The entire galaxy would aid him in walking the path of the Light and rejecting what his parents and first owners had claimed to be his destiny.

He stood and brushed his hands together, wiping away the dirt and strode forward again. No, his future was his own to make and that would begin now through restoring what harmony he could to this now war-torn planet. He sensed that someone was in danger, grave danger even, their light under threat of being snuffed out by an overwhelming darkness. That would be his first destination.


[member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Knight Mullarus"]

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: Outside Bacta Factory
Allies: [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Knight Mullarus"]

There was less damage caused to his targets than he'd hoped. Far less. The male's lightsaber swept to life and intercepted blaster bolt after blaster bolt, not a one touched the man that he could see. As the Padawan landed with a skid, the carbine seemed to try and yank itself from his hand. Only the tight grip he'd maintained to try and combat the recoil of automatic fire allowed him to retain hold of the weapon. The female threw up some sort of shield based in the Force, one that deflected both blaster and particle bolts alike. He'd have to learn that. Unlike the female though, the male seemed to be hit by a piece of debris from behind and turned, leaving himself open. The pistol yanked itself from his grip, but he simply shifted the hand to the carbine's foregrip and emptied the remainder of the bolts at the man. Automatic fire having recoil, the shots weren't all aimed at the same spot, they ranged from the ground below his feet to above his head and all in between. Maybe a dozen, dozen and a half bolts in quick succession.

When the blaster ran dry, he dropped it. He had another power cell for it, but it was doing so well against the two Sith. If this armor had a magnetic attachment like the other Vanguard armor for the Sanctum, he might have slung it back there, but he didn't want it getting in his way. As his hands were suddenly free, he pulled and ignited the lightsaber he carried. Sometimes the crystal within reverted to its roots and got bloodthirsty, especially in areas where the Dark Side was strong. This certainly qualified. Regardless of the pull, he remained centered in the Light as he moved closer to the Sith. They weren't there to gawk at each other after all, though the female wasn't bad-looking.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

[youtube]https://youtu.be/q657rEkgfKs[/youtube]​

Unlike what [member="Darth Azurea"] felt, this opponent of theirs didn't feel quite so 'weak'. Sure, maybe he was just a student of the Jedi, but the last time he took that for granted, he lost his first lightsaber, two fingers, and got to spend a few days in a force cage on New Alderaan. Mullarus was done underestimating opponents.

Though, as he quickly whipped his head around to investigate what had struck his back, he felt more pain shoot through his shoulder as [member="Audren Sykes"] took advantage of Mullarus' focus being broken and unloading the rest of his blaster carbine at him. A couple of the poorly-aimed bolts struck Mullarus directly through his armor's right shoulderguard, puting some new, smoking holes in it. He winced, grunting loudly with anger.

There it was! The Padawan ignited a lightsaber. Now they were on familiar ground. The pain in his main arm from being shot so prematurely was going to make it harder for the experiences Knight of the Sith to stay on his toes against the student, but he wasn't afraid, nor would he hesitate.

His lover at his side probably would have made some sort of attempt to express her concern over the fact that he was just shot, but Mullarus didn't want the Jedi seeing such an opening in her defenses as well. Saying nothing, Mullarus charged forward at the Padawan, going to get his attention and lock sabers with him. Bleeding Cross' long, violet blade became a swathe in the air as Mullarus' controlled burst of anger guided his lightsaber against the Padawan's, feeling less enthusiastic about slaying a student of the Jedi as he was about protecting his companion. The Jedi could probably feel the passion burning within the young Knight. Just as he'd likely been taught, it would probably feel putrid and unholy to him, as well.

[member="Tiland Kortun"]

 

[Caid Centurion]

Location: Factory
Enemies: [member="Lucas Gravois"]
Allies: [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
Objectives: Overcome NYE Hangover (also fight Sith)

Silver-green eyes flashed in the direction of the male Sith that was, seemingly, focused on advancing upon his teammate for the operation. Just as Caid darted to another area of cover, he sensed the approach of another light-sided presence. The sound of Kinsey calling off the airstrike resounded through Caid's earpiece as the Rogue grumbled underneath his breath. It was the right call...plus, they really couldn't be sure such a strike wouldn't damage the structural integrity of the building upon which they stood.

Despite the apparent penchant for wanton destruction being utilized by the two Sith, Caid could sense more than a few innocent lives attempting to shelter-in-place the best they could. In spite of the situation, the massive carnage all around him, Caid managed to remain centered in the Force. Grasping the onyx hilt of his lightsaber, the younger Centurion briefly allowed a thumb to pass over the emblem of House Centurion. A weapon he had stolen from his father's vault on Corstris...admist an interaction with one of his apprentices, @Alina. It had taken...years to purge the weapon of Cameron's influence. The hope of purging it completely was useless, but the weapon responded to Caid just fine. It called to his inner aggression, genetic thirst for confrontation.

However, there was not a weapon in this galaxy that could overcome the will of a strong-minded individual. Caid had long since learned to use the darkness from which the weapon was created, to convert it to a steward of one that stood in opposition. Inhaling deeply, the forty-two year old Rogue bolted from cover, advancing towards his target as swiftly and efficiently as possible without making himself an easy target. Caid may not have known any super impressive Force powers just yet, but that was just icing on the cake. He'd, at least, learned to use the Force as if it were a part of his body, enhancing abilities and skills he'd developed outside of his Force training for decades on Dathomir.

As he closed the distance to the male Sith, Caid unleashed a moderate wave of Force energy directly at the man's back. Directly behind the wave of energy, Caid picked up the pace and ignited the silver blade of his lightsaber with a snap-hiss. The last several meters Caid covered in a blur by using a brief application of the Force to propel his body towards his foe without leaping into the air.

Spoiler

Tagged for proximity:

[member="Trin Gravois"]
[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Trin Gravois]

Damn straight he should have blown her up.

If he could read her mind, the Jedi would find that right now Trin was picturing herself straddling his prone body with two gray tendrils up his nose, sucking out his brains. It was with that inexorable hunger, that she grappled with him. For what the predator wanted to do, she needed him caught in her cobra coil. However, he had the advantage of larger muscles as opposed to her thin ones. She was tiring, and without the Force, he outmatched her in strength. The Jedi yanked her forward, elbow rising. His arm connected with her chest and she doubled over, allowing him to pull her down.

Like an empty graveyard, yearning to be filled, Trin lay, the mere shape of a woman where a person should be. Pouring the mind honey back into his brain, a flap opened up on either side of her flawless cheeks, two wriggling tentacles reaching out for him, seeking his warm nostrils.

[member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Lucas Gravois"] [member="Caid Centurion"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Caid Centurion"] [member="Lucas Gravois"]

[member="Trin Gravois"] [member="Damian Starchaser"] (what up cous? twice removed?)

Booted-feet pounded down the outside stairwell to the factory. The wind picked up and she could've sworn - especially because swearing wasn't a problem for Kinsey - that ass-hat said something like he was claiming her. She moved faster, weaving in and out of those trying to evacuate, taking advantage of the small spaces that opened up. One thing the force blessed her with? Knowing when to move and how to move fluidly, sensing those little pockets that created free space in the force.

It was a boon in the air and it served her well enough on the ground.

With a panting burst, she pushed down the last floor in time to see Caid attack. Out of the corner of her very blue eyes, she thought she saw [member="Knight Mullarus"]. Mully? Nah. Couldn't be. She couldn't afford a double-take because her focus was on the fight ahead.

Hilt of Sage's lightsaber hit her palm. She'd have to get a new one, eventually, she just hadn't had time. Muscles remained coiled as the force gathered around her. Using that fluid movement through the force, she stepped forward crimson blade igniting in her hand as she went to stab the space where she felt like Lucas Gravios would end up, mindful of where her Alliance partner was as well.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mO2IepcSZZc​

Location: Outside Bacta factory
Allies: [member="Knight Mullarus"]
Enemies: [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Tiland Kortun"]


Azurea winced internally as Krux took, not only a hit from the debris of the speeder bike, but some incoming fire from blaster. But once the padawan was disarmed, Darth Azurea could be less defensive. She began to channel her rage and anger, letting it flow through her in a controlled surge like an electrical current through a thin wire. The Jedi ignited his lightsaber, and like Knight Mullarus, she also felt that she was in familiar territory. But instead of igniting her own twin blades, she let her companion handle the saber duel with the white-haired man.

Darth Azurea took a step back and stretched her arm out, her fingers splayed and reaching towards the Jedi. With Telekinesis, she began to grip the padawan's windpipe with an invisible hand. The Sith Lord squeezed hard, essentially cutting off his oxygen supply. She wasn't trying to kill him yet, although she could snap his neck if she wished. But her goal was to stun him so much that Knight Mullarus and Bleeding Cross would have no trouble incapacitating him.

Capturing a Jedi would be good for both of their standings in the One Sith. Information about the Galactic Alliance, their leaders, their plans and their reach were much more valuable than one dead padawan would be. Because of the concentration needed for the Force Choke, Azurea couldn't broadcast this to Mullarus telepathically, but she hoped he would try and spare the Jedi so they could interrogate him later.

 

[Kaeda Vevut]

Location: Outside the Bacta Factory
Allies: [member="audren sykes"], [member="tiland kortun"]
Enemies: [member="knight mullarus"], [member="darth azurea"]

It was a strange homecoming, to see a land under assault by vile darkness and the denizens of said darkness. Years prior, Niall had left Thyferra in the wake of the Netherworld event and the unsealing of the caverns in which he'd been raised. He had left, and the world was under the control of what amounted to a multi system private military corporation. He had traveled a small amount, to nearby worlds, keeping out of sight of those in power. He returned home to continue training, only to find his way blocked by the evil that he'd been taught and trained to face down setting foot on his planet. Not only setting foot, but causing damage to people and places, assaulting the livelihood of the planet. He couldn't risk traversing down into his home caverns with the Sith all about. Niall had moved through the Bacta factory, focusing on keeping himself unseen, squashing his presence in the force as much as possible. He didn't think he was going to be able to trick anyone for long, but maybe long enough.

Niall looked down on the battle between two powerful dark presences and two less powerful light presences. Only one of the light presences had entered into the battle, but he could feel the other nearby. If Niall didn't intercede, the pale haired Jedi might get captured. He stopped trying to hide his presence, instead stepping fully into view and settling into a teras kasi stance, then pushing out with his hands towards Darth Azurea, sending a telekinetic blast at her. He was strong with the force, but as yet unable to focus his ability to the degree of a Knight or Master. If the blast hit, it might knock her off her feet, but it would not likely do much more than that.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Location: A Factory of some sort where murder happened
Enemy: [member="Trin Gravois"] and I suppose [member="Lucas Gravois"] is in the vicinity...
Allies: By Proximity [member="Caid Centurion"] and [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]. Which…. we’d be once removed as I’m your cousin's kid… kind of. But removed denotes generational divide (I think) so because of artificial growth I think we’re just second cousins. It is very complicated…. either way I’m sure my wonderful cousin won’t let me get my brains sucked out.

Damian wasn’t the sharpest tack on the board, nor was he the most mature being, and his Marek thoughts crept to the surface often…. and this woman under him was pretty…. damnit no. That was a Marek thought. And [member="Marek Starchaser"] was a jackass. Everyone thought so. [member="Coren Starchaser"] and the rest of his clan thought so. At least Damian thought they did. Truth was he didn’t really know his family.

Regardless of any of that…. while fighting the lustatron 3000 Damian was snapped out of the sirens spell at the sight of two probing tentacle things extended from the woman's cheek. Alright enough of this. He rolled about until he was settled firmly atop of the woman and reached for her arm trying desperately to get her into an armbar before flopping to the ground and extending one free hand to reach for his stun blaster sending it into his hand with the force, intent upon shooting the woman point blank with a stun bolt.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Yeah, Lucas didn’t care about much. But when someone was shooting at him? Well, that person would have to die. Trin could handle herself, especially against some pretty boy who was probably fairly well useless in the Force. Not anyone Lucas would need to concern himself with. And if he did concern himself with that, it would lessen who he was. Trin was fine. It was the sniper who he was going to need to kill.

Was he paying attention to the battle? No. He was paying attention to the people he killed, the useless meat that was on the ground now. No, there was a precense that felt familiar, something that felt… related. He looked ahead, mind closed off and not able to pin point the new arrival.

The blast of Force energy knocked Lucas forward, his lightsaber falling from his figure. A roll and he was able to grab the weapon. Moving to a knee, Lucas looked as the man who was in the air, his new focus until the Sith-Traitor showed up. Red saber igniting, he was moving to catch the silver blade on his own.

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]
[member="Caid Centurion"]

 

[Trin Gravois]

Trin felt Jedi’s resistance grow, as he pushed her out of his mind. Like a trapped wildcat, the Anzat hybrid struggled ferociously, arms and legs flailing, attempting a nasty kick in the groin. Too-intense eyes narrowed at him, umber irises threaded with flickers of yellow and orange. With a grunt, she used the last of her Force strength to resist his attempt to put her in an armbar, but once that move was thwarted, she felt fatigued, like a side of meat that had been deboned. Trin was scrappy, but compared to most Sith Acolytes, she was a Coruscant flunkie, especially as she had no formal master. Her power was drained from her last effort. The woman was losing this fight. Out of her periphery, the hybrid saw a familiar blonde figure lifting his red saber to meet a silver blade. Lucas was entrenched in his own battle. Ha. Like he would help her anyway.

Her twin proboscis were very much active and still sought to wriggle into warm nostrils. One of the thin, grey worms had found entrance and was about to shoot up into her enemy's sinuses, when the stun bolt hit her square in the chest. Her entire body stiffened with an animal howl, and with a whimper, the beast embraced the darkness.

[member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Lucas Gravois"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] [member="Caid Centurion"]

 

[Garivald]

Location: Near the Bacta Factory
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Anyone not

Raising his left arm Garivald activated his wrist shield and deflected an incoming shot from his face. Taking careful aim with his rifle he fired in the direction he'd seen movement, causing an enemy soldier to cry out then fall limp to the ground. Activating the thermal vision in his visor he confirmed it was only him in the immediate vicinity. Which meant one thing. His unit had been wiped out.

"This isn't good."

The republic forces had been waiting for the sith reinforcements. A third of his unit had been dead before he'd even hit the streets. If not for the covering fire from the other units laying covering fire they'd have all been dead. He'd already made the republic pay for that though. Launching grenades at people had a way of doing that. Still... It wasn't easy seeing someone you knew die.

Seeing thermal activity off in thedistance snapped him out of his thoughts. Crouching down Garivald dashed forward up the street and took cover behind a building wall. Checking his HUD he counted five moving targets. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and held it for a moment before letting it out;slowing his heartbeat.

Opening his eyes he switched to auxiliary ammo and dropped out of cover; firing a grenade towards the back of the group. Switching back to live munition managed to more shots with his rifle and dropped one enemy before his grenade went off; throwing the rest of the unit to the ground. Aiming down his sights he squeezed the trigger finishing them off.

Retaking cover, Garivalds adrenaline was pumping hard. Taking controlled breaths he worked to get his heartbeat back under control.

 

[Sabena Shai]

With haste, Sabena rushed toward where [member="Audren Sykes"] fought against [member="Knight Mullarus"] and [member="Darth Azurea"]. The smoke rising from the totaled speeder bike acted as a guide for her. She eventually got close enough to have Audren and the One Sith agents in sight.

The scene before her had Azurea with an outstretched arm threatening to choke Audren with the Force. Sabena’s eyes looked at the ground for a moment. She then quickly scooped a small rock half the size of her palm into her right hand.

With a flick of her left hand, one of the three lightsabers from her belt unclipped itself and flew into her hand. The lightsaber she drew was rather featureless - not even displaying an external button or knob. A click could be heard from within the lightsaber as a green blade emerged.

“Hey you!” she yelled as loud as she can at the two Sith.

Then, Sabena chunked the rock in her hand at Azurea. While the distance between her and Azurea was considerable for an accurate throw, Sabena kept her index finger pointed at Azurea’s head. The Force seemed to flow through her and guide the rock toward her target. Without action on the Sith’s part, the rock would surely strike Azurea in the temple.

 

[Decimus Maccius]

Location: Right next to [member="Damian Starchaser"]
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: The Galactic Republic and friends


Soaring through the landscape, a small bundle of transport ships weaved in and out of various structures. There was action going on below. Not much, but it was definitely happening. The One Sith were targeting this planet, but apparently they needed back up. A trooper was standing in the center of the transport shuttle. His armor was decked out with unique gadgets, and he carried with him a terrifyingly big rifle. Dancing on the armor of the trooper were various lines of blue, criss-crossing in various fashions. The doors of the transport slowly opened, filling the insides with light. As the leader of the squadron, the decked out trooper spoke to the others. "Today, we not only fight for this planet, but we fight for The One Sith as a whole. We need to secure this planet for our people. It's either us or them, and I don't see us dying anytime soon, so let's kick some Jedi ass!"

Sitting down in the back of the crowd, Decimus listened to the speech. Sure, it was encouraging enough, but it was no wheres near enough to get him ready to fight a Jedi. From what he heard, there were multiple in the fight. The transport ship touched down near a recent battle between a Sith women and a Jedi male. It was apparent that the Jedi came out on top because the female laid on the ground, seemingly unconscious. Decimus followed the commander with the rest of his group, the other transport shuttles left sight from the distance. They were all landing in different places, far from this battle.

The squadron of 12 troopers approached the Jedi. Suddenly the commander spoke again, "Don't shoot until the Jedi engages. We want him to stay as far away from us for as long as possible. A Jedi's one weakness is range, trust me, I've fought them before." The end of his sentence didn't sound too reassuring. Hell, it almost sounded like he was shaking in his boots.

[member="Trin Gravois"]