We All Thaw This Coming | ORC Invasion of Rhen Var

[Matt the Radar Tech]

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Operation: Deal with a stand-off​

Allies: [member="Kingsley"], ORC by association​

Enemies: Blaster bolts​

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Ninja vanish.

Ninja vanish?!

Then the room erupted in flashes and glitter.

Andan drew his blaster, firing the twin barrels in rapid succession at the surprised Sith troopers who were opposite him. Each shot rang out with a sharp ping, catching his specific targets in vital areas in rapid time. If it was one thing he was amazing at, it was flying - and shooting a blaster came a close second. The exchange was over within moments, even as the pair of smugglers shared some brief words with one another.

But, at the end of it, the Sith official was now outnumbered and his people dead.

"Considering our contact here is now outgunned, and the tables turned," Andan said, one eyebrow raised as he stared the Sith down. "I'd say the deal's shifted heavily in our favor... so we'll be paying half, just as a you tried to kill us tax."

The Sith stammered, eyes glaring, before he let out a sigh and admitted the situation was working against him.

"Fine, the items are behind me, in the third crate on the left... just grab them and leave the payment, however much it is now."

Andan smirked, motioning with his blaster for Kingsley to go and gather.

"Come on, glitterball. Go check the stuff. I'll watch our friend and make sure he doesn't try anything stupid."

Adopting a relaxed stance, the Corellian rested his free arm against the stacked crates nearby. He kept the blaster aimed, ready on the trigger, waiting for any kind of movement... and then suddenly, from out of nowhere, the warehouse was filled with a high pitched burst of static screaming?!

"Wha--?" Andan started, before suddenly feeling a pressure against his front, and then being sent flailing backward by - what he guessed - was the Force from the official. "He's a Forcer, he's a Forcer! Ooof."

The smuggler hit the ground, having shouted his warning while moving through the air, only to slide and hit the far wall with a thud. The sound continued to blare, seemingly affecting the Sith also, as he cupped hands over ears rather than try to continue using the Force. Which meant he was vulnerable - to which Andan raised his blaster, his form still splayed on the ground, and opened fire...

 

[Griet van Vliet]

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Objective: Scum and Villainy
Equipment: In signature
Allies: ORC [member="Kingsley"] [member="Andan Solo"] [member="Cyran Vaas"]
Enemies: Sith

This base has more than just one grotto, cave or other lower-level nook and cranny, she thought, while loud noises were being felt all around the base, so loudly that they could still be heard from the outside even though the brunt of the noise was borne from within. As if someone already inside detonated some flashbang or some such thing. She could also sense that the enemy was patrolling around many levels of the base, but that the labyrinthine nature of the base's corridors was making patrols much more difficult. Because other friendly elements were already present on the upper levels, she was led to think that there would be less resistance down in the lower levels. But then again, all pretense of subtlety was thrown out the window because of the sonic bomb that was detonated inside, and even if it was just a distraction, it had at least a fighting chance to work. For this reason, she covered her ears until she could find the nearest grotto to enter the premises from. Then and only then she was willing to endure the echo chamber with one ear so that she could draw her lightsaber against the turadium blast door to open it.

In a loud snap-hiss, her lightsaber began to cut into the turadium, and with each blade stroke, the alchemical effects of the lightsaber began to show: it's as if some highly corrosive substance was used on the turadium where the lightsaber blade used to be. And yet, because she couldn't concentrate amid all that noise to the extent she usually could, the end result was that the cut was rather irregular, but the alchemical corrosion would make the opening larger in time. If she was to draw some attention down in the lower levels to herself, so be it. Even if it meant brazenly charging at a choke point, lightsaber in hand, amid all that noise, once the blast door would be opened. Until then, however, Griet continued to cut the door open with her lightsaber and also readying herself mentally to fight the guards that patrolled behind the door.

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

Location: Rhen Var Orbit​

Aboard: AIN Nagato​

Allies: ORC (duh!), [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Jerec Asyr"], [member="Racket"]​

Enemie: TSE and friends, [member="Vanessa Vantai"]​

Objective: RAWR!​

(Anyone else is more than welcome to hop in with me!)​

The actual engagements were occurring less and less frequently in orbit, with the majority of the regular defenders left drifting or routed. A few still held on, the ones with more fervor and experience tended to last longer. Chika was enjoying rooting out pockets of resistance...it was like a sport.

It didn't help the bastion of the planet that fresh reinforcements seemed to endlessly stream into the system to bolster and contribute to the attack. Some identifiers were those of allied forces navies, and others she did not recognize, but they fought alongside them so those little details could be gathered later. One stood out to her though; one of the largest ships in the Coalition Navy, the Verdict, captained by none other than Grand Marshall Fyre. She grinned, imagining the taunting she would deliver later.

She keyed her personal comms, calling out to her forces, after looking over ship statuses,"Torpedo Squadrons 4 and 13, Escort Groups 2 and 7, fall-in with the Verdict and provide support. Emerald 1, your father is here, go have some fun."

Her smug look didn't didn't disappear, even as she heard the hatch behind her position open and mostly bare feet pad across the deck. She knew exactly who it was,"Your Grace, the battle goes well. It will not be long until the day is ours."

The Empress placed a hand on her military leader's shoulder, which was grasped in-turn,"Very good Chika. I just felt Dax's presence which is why I'm assuming you sent Tsubasa to help him?"

A soft chuckle of amusement,"Exactly. She's really kicking it out there, like she has some pent up rage to let loose."

Kimiko nodded, knowing exactly what she meant...

Character: Crown Princess Tsubasa Kira​

Assisting: Her dad​

Opponent: Vanessa Vantai​

The Akaran Ace vectored her craft in the direction of her father's flagship, having been given permission to assist. It was a good thing they did, because it appeared as if they attracted the attention of very mean looking and very big ship. She smiled maliciously.

"Task Force Verdict, Emerald 1: Emerald, Red, Gold, and Black squadrons will lead the attack, distracting their guns and softening any fighter support. Shimushu, Ishigaki, I want your groups circling the vessel, do not let up. Hashidate, Uji, I want your squadrons doing what you do best. Let's take this <bad language inserted here> down!"

Task Force Verdict - Charging en-masse towards Heresiarch w/accompanying fighter squadrons
Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull
Shimushu | x12 | 250 ea | 100 | 100
Hashidate | x12 | 150 ea | N/A | 100

 

[Darth Morbus]

Nearby Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Ao Xian"]
Engaging: [member="Jend-Ro Quill"]


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The Orange Corridor;​

Facing the Jedi...​

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Morbus cackled in glee, his pointed teeth wide open as he stabbed away. He enjoyed pitting himself against any foe, but Jedi were especially delectable. And while there seemed a small disparity between skill levels, with the Sith seeming to be more focused on dueling than Quill, it remained the Jedi had little tricks of his own. Sometimes it didn't come down solely to what form one used, but also how adaptation and imagination could further surprise an enemy. So when the Jedi began trying to swat at Morbus' exposed hand and knuckles, the Twi'lek grumbled and countered with small blade corrections of his own - namely he twisted his wrist, and consequently blade, to better try to tap the blue blade away from touching.

"Now, now, T'una," Morbus said with a wide grin, as he limped backward and eased off the aggressive press. "If you keep that up, I'll have to take your hands away... and that wouldn't be fun, would it? Though I would take care of them, perhaps place them on my chamber mantle, keep them dusted... yesyesyes..."

Inclining his head, Morbus looked down at the human's tender, fleshy but mature wrists, while the pair had a small reprieve. The limbs were so soft looking, like smooth skin morsels that the Sith could admire, speak with, and be reminded of the intriguing Jedi he had been inclined to kill. Yes, perhaps taking Quill's hands was a good idea, perhaps Morbus could use the other for a necklace ornament? Oh, what a lovely thought!

"Ooohoho, T'una, the plans I have now for those han-- Qa?!"

Suddenly the hallway exploded in ear destroying sound, as the Twi'lek growled and began swinging his lightsaber wildly in front of him. Had the Jedi used some kind of sonic based attack or power? But a quick glance through painfully squinted eyes showed Quill likewise backing away in pain. Deactivating his weapon, the Sith covered his small, poorly formed ears with long fingered hands. The lightsaber hand instead used the forearm, so as to keep the weapon ready should the Jedi press forward. Nearby, along the hallway, panels and displays showed a feedback loop, exploding violently and sending all manner of deadly pieces in various directions - which caused Morbus to stagger against the wall, hoping to avoid most of the spray...

And then it began to subside.

The hallway was darker, the lighting having mostly been destroyed, save for the odd flickering orange holo. The sound had lessened somewhat, also, which caused Morbus to let out a sigh of relief. Of all the parts of his body that weren't necessarily failing him, his ears were one. It then occurred to the Twi'lek that he hadn't been paying much attention to his opponent, to which yellow eyes glanced further in that direction.

"Jedi? Ah, there you are..." and so are those lovely trophy hands...

Morbus pushed off the wall, reactivating his lightsaber. He limped out into the middle of the passage, adopting a Form II, Makashi, stance. Now it was time to get serious.

Wait.

Is that his weapon?

There was a discarded lightsaber on the ground, amid holo debris. Morbus frowned. That wouldn't do at all, how could he enjoy himself against a defenseless human? The Sith reached out with the Force, pushing the lightsaber in Quill's direction, sending it skidding along the damaged flooring with a clattering of metal. Morbus waited for the other to gather his weapon, wanting to be somewhat sporting, if only for his own benefit. Dueling was meant to be a contest between opponents on as level a playing field as possible, after all.

"Boo san ceu si'itey sio..."

Give me those sweet hands...

 

[Racket]

Location: Lost Jedi City
Allies: Coren Starchaser, Argis Volmir, [member="Zak Amroth"] Trash Family (Yula Perl, Zef Halo, Mav Vohaloveer)
Enemies: Kyrel Ren, Taeli Raaf, Adenn Kyramud, Romi Jade, Darth Voracitos

Twitchy rodent eyes peered into the darkness of the tunnel network Racket had lost himself in. No. For real though. He was lost as lost gets. He had heard the sound of voices hat he had heard before and remembered them as his.... allies. Wait who was he fighting for these days again? Didn't matter. He just needed to find the little trash family.​

"WHeRe THe FRaCKiNG FRaCK DiD You TaKe uS KaReN???!!!"​

"If you remember correctly sir you are the one who said we should go right three lefts ago. I have a map of the caves that I was instructing you with "​

One of the many screws that had been loose long before the mountain side had put in it's work on the rodent's head came unglued.​

"RaCMeeRrrRRRrrRRRr DDDDdddoNNNNn'TtttttTTTtT uSSSSsssSSSse MaPPPPSsSSSSSSSS!!!!"​

"Evidently."​

"AaaaaaAAAaaAAAaaaaRrrrrRRRRrgggggGGGGGgghHHHHHHh."​

"Make a left."​

The cold stone floor under the Racmeer's paws moved at unfathomable speeds as he darted through the caverns. Cold air whipped through his hair as the floor took turns being under his feet then over his head and back again.​

"Next right."​

A sharp turn followed resulting in;​

POP​

a fracking pain in his snout. The lids under his eyes began to pool with liquid as a warmth in his nose turned into a stream of thick red blood.​

"WHaT THe FRaCKiNG FRaaaCKKKK???!!!"​

Unbeknownst to him groups of Sith henchmen, specifically [member="Darth Voracitos"] 's, were swarming the tunnels as well. A group Racket had, oh so luckily, just ran into. The outstretched fist of the being dropped down to the creatures side. A guttural scream signaled it's charge. Racket's pupils dialated right before the tiny rodent answered the call.​

"AAaaaaaAAAAAaaaaaaaarRRrRRRRRRRRggGggggggggggGGGGGGG​

hhhHhHHHhhhhHHHhhhhhH!!!!"​

Paws hit stone. Palms gripped, twitched, spit. Blat! Beams of hot bolts illuminated the black tomb like tunnels that sprayed in all directions. Legs kicked, body flipped, stone wall caught. Legs kicked, blasters twirled, floor rebound. Sprint, kick, grip, jump. Racket's tiny body swarmed the group of creatures through vicious speed and agility. His movement was fast enough to witness but for shizzz sake the rodent was incredibly fast. The onslaught continued.​

Paws touched stone that made up the ceiling. Left palm released, feet kicked, arm twitched. Racket's body shot below the blaster that now dropped towards the floor. Beskar blade in hand wielded in a violent slice aimed at one of the creatures necks. The blade dug deep into the flesh. His feet punched into it's chest kicking the blade free before whipping his arm forward. Blade flew forward. The metal zipping into the blasters trigger hole causing the weapon to fire fully automatic. Blaster fire pelted two of the creatures who had been in the back waiting to advance.​

"I'm reading a life form approaching. Whatever it is it is massive."​

Racket jumped to the wall releasing the blade from the stone, returning it to his belt, and palming his blaster. Every movement sharp in quick snappy motions. He turned rapidly preparing for the next wave of the creatures that were screaming and sprinting towards him.. The floor beneath his feet shifted once and then once more rapidly. His rodent feet shifted wider beneath his frame catching his balance. Dust on the ceiling loosened as it cascade down all around him. Eyes Wide Shut. The Darkness at the end of the tunnel seemed to grow. An optical allusision. What appeared as pitch black darkness was the belly of the ancient gigantic Wyyyschokk that had dropped int's body down onto the floor. It's full frame barely squeezing into the tunnel.​

The Arachnid SHRIEKED​

Chill bumps raised every hair on Racket's body.​

The Spider shot forward at a blinding speed. It's legs pinning cutting through creatures like mince meat.​

The cig stick in the Racmeer's mouth dropped to the floor as his jaw went slack. Palms pushed.​

Feet twitched in pure adrenalin filled panic survival mode.​

"aAAAAAAaaAaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAArrrrRRRrRRRrRrrrrrrrR​

RRRRRRrrrrrRRRRRRgggggGGGGGGgGGGGgggghhhhhHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"​

Racket took off into the tunnels back in the direction he had heard voices just a few short moments before.​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Soon he was all on his lonesome.

Well, minus the perpetual shadow of guards that trailed in his wake. Morbus had broken off to chase his own prey, and Ao Xian had done the same. As the Emperor walked his senses had expanded out to encompass the entire fortress, searching hungrily for any morsel that might lead him to a challenge. What he came to understand was that there were many forces converging on Dreypa's Peak, all searching for something different.

It mattered not what they sought, for they had made themselves enemies of the Empire.

Enemies of the Emperor.

"Dashade." The air near the Emperor shimmered as if translucent, several large hulking creatures materializing where there had been seemingly nothing before. "I sense danger down below in the vaults, go down and destroy anything that trespasses. I shall join you shortly." There was no verbal confirmation, not even a head tilt in acknowledgement. The Dashade simply continued to stare at the Emperor for a second longer, and then he and his fellow Shadow Killers disappeared once more. From there they would move silently, invisibly, through the halls, like whisper on the wind as they bypassed leering halls and cavernous chambers in which the Empire commanded the entire system from. Armed with vicious vibro-weaponry and bristling with muscle and sinew, the Dashade Shadow Killers would undoubtedly make quick work of any possible trespassers in the Emperor's mind.

Elsewhere, companies of Imperial Legionnaires and Blackblade Guards would roam the halls; pinpointing intruders by tapping into the system's biometric scanners via an encrypted Imperial network. Titan-class and Scourge Mark One battle droids supplemented these flesh-and-blood soldiers, often acting as the vanguard as they methodically swept every room on every level for these intruders. The Empire was not above using devastating flamers to flush out enemies, or cook them alive once they had been cornered. The putrid stench of burning durasteel and roasting flesh would permeate Dreypa's Peak, carried on swift winds through the ventilation system.

To the Emperor, it smelled beautiful.

[member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Jend-Ro Quill"] | [member="Janick Beauchamp"] | [member="Darth Morbus"]​

[member="Ardasz Verd"] | [member="Cyran Vaas"] | [member="Kyle Farnes"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

[member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Keira Cerdulan"] | [member="Andan Solo"] | [member="Ao Xian"]​

[member="Rian Taske"] | [member="Ladro"] | [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] | [member="Kingsley"]​

[member="Celessa"] | [member="Griet van Vliet"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Sol Stazi"]​

[member="Anden Fancelo"] | [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]​

 

[Jerec Asyr]

[SIZE=11pt]

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[SIZE=11pt]ENEMY: [member="Vanessa Vantai"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]ALLIES: [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Kimiko Taiyo"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]TASK FORCE SCARLET:[/SIZE]

• Commander: Admiral Sulik Aviccu, Outer Rim Coalition (offsite)
• Nebula II-class Star Destroyer designated D1 (hull 75%, shields recharging, departed battlefield for now)
• Majestic II-class heavy cruiser designated M1 (hull 75%, shields 50%)
• Majestic II-class heavy cruiser designated M2 (hull 100%, shields 90%)
• Majestic II-class heavy cruiser designated M3 (hull 100%, shields 90%)
• Sacheen II-class escort frigates designated K1 (hull 100%, shields 100%)
• Sacheen II-class escort frigates designated K2 (hull 70% and falling, shields 100%, retreating from unknown ‘weapon’)
• Sacheen II-class escort frigates designated K3 (destroyed)
• Nagata-class heavy corvettes designated X1 (hull 100%, shields 100%)
• Nagata-class heavy corvettes designated X2 (hull 100%, shields 100%)
• Total capital length: 4550m (including 1490m offsite or retreating)
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  All starfighters still in hangars
  

[SIZE=11pt]The XoXaans hadn’t managed to significantly narrow the long-range gap between them and the Majestics, so when they turned to broadside, that gap grew even longer. The SBeam cannons’ average range couldn’t really bring full power to bear on such a distant target.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But even at such diminished capacity, five small Star Destroyers’ worth of broadsides tore into the back end of M1 like a hungry Hutt at a buffet. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Plasma blasts washed over the shields and punched through the fleeing heavy cruiser’s hull. M1’s engines coughed and struggled, hurting its acceleration. If the XoXaans hadn’t sacrificed all that relative velocity to bring their broadside cannons to bear, they’d likely have approached standard weapons range. If they turned again, they might be able to catch it. For now, however, the kiting Majestics kept hammering away at the Corrupter and the close-in fighter screen with their long-range batteries, largely outside the effective reach of even the SBeam broadsides. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Frigate K2, however, was not so lucky. It had no way of countering or even clearly diagnosing the titanic stresses that a Sith Lord was applying to its hull. Its captain, absent Admiral Aviccu’s guidance, gave the order to pull away from the ‘bubble’ formation around the enemy and head for the potential safety of the other ORC fleets. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Meanwhile, unanswered, hundreds of electromagnetic probes washed over the five XoXaans from all directions. Sensor noise and physical contacts ripped through carefully coordinated starfighter screens, radically increasing chances of collision and confusion. A second wave of probes followed to cement the chaos at the heart of the bubble.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As of now, all TF scarlet ships -- other than the drifting rubble of frigate K3 -- remained outside standard weapon ranges. [/SIZE]

 

[Republic Engineering]

Objective: Cry Havoc, Let Loose.
Allies: Outer Rim Coalition.
Enemies: The Sith Empire.

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Surrounded on all sides by escalating violence, I found myself fighting off the ethereal chill that began gnawing at my conscious mind. Allies and Enemies alike were put to the sword, violently dragged into death's embrace by the hands of another. The cold, empty sensation of hatred and death reigned supreme here; seemingly nullifying the numbing atmosphere with its harsh, bitter flavours. A part of me wanted to flee from this unbalanced place. To leave the Coalition behind, and retreat to the solace of my seclusion in the hopes of escaping this palpable darkness. While I would have the chance to live another day, there were many that wouldn't. This mountain was to be their graveyard, and their mortal remains would be trapped beneath the snow; never to be seen again. They'd be forgotten here. Just another statistic that went uncollected in another battle in the eternal conflict between the immortal powers of darkness and the light.

However, despite my reservations, I knew that I couldn't flee. To do so, would disgrace everything I stood for, and lose the trust of those that placed their faith in me. I couldn't let that happen, especially when more than just the hope of mortals was placed upon my shoulders. The fate of the Galaxy was decided in encounters like this. Where the brave few would sacrifice themselves to inspire others to take up their fight, eventually leading toward a balanced galactic scale. Our collective history has shown that the past has a funny way of repeating itself. It was a fact I couldn't deny, as I found myself fighting against the forces of darkness once more. In many ways, I suppose you could say I was hopelessly attracted to the notion of putting my life on the line, in the hopes of bartering for a brighter tomorrow.

Such a statement couldn’t be farther from the truth.

With my mind snapping back to reality, as my skin began to prickle, I knew something was amiss. I couldn't be sure what caused the disturbance, but as the doors before me began to thicken and the skies took on a brightened hue; the possibilities significantly narrowed. The base's defensive suite ignited, roaring to life with the smell of burning ozone. Within the span of a heartbeat, the entire facility was encapsulated by a plasmatic barricade; sealing us inside with no hope of reinforcement. While many would consider that a terrible turn of events, I relished it. Whoever issued the command to seal the installation believed that they trapped their prey within a labyrinth of their making. Though that may have been true, from a certain point of view, I didn't see it that way. Now I could truly let loose, without fear of hurting the innocent, but not so far as to massacre all that sought to block my path.

From here on in? I would encounter nothing but enemy combatants; soldiers who choose this life of violence and oppression. I wouldn't shed a tear over a few broken bones and dislocated shoulders. They'd live to die on another battlefield on another day, but forever remember what happened here.

But, before I could even fathom the events that transpired within the installation's halls, I had to deal with the thickened door. The blast doors were forged from Turadium due to the dark shade and density, revealed by wrapping my knuckle against the plating. My lightsabre wouldn't be able to cut through quick enough due to the alley's metallic properties, leaving me exposed to retaliatory strikes from enemies nearby. However, that wouldn't stop me. I had other ways to break into the facility; one, in particular, that'd be mentally taxing, but entirely worthwhile in the end.

So, I wasted little time in breathing deeply -- drawing from my wellspring of energy and channelling it down towards my dominant fist. I couldn't afford to be distracted and thus deafened myself to the chaos erupting around me. When the world began to narrow, I started to shape the coruscating energies into a protective bubble that radiated just above my covered flesh. As the barrier slowly thickened, I poured what remained of my actionable reserves into the bubble; raw telekinetic energy that arced uncontrollably between my fingers. The accrued energy grew so powerful, that the body glove covering my digits began to flake off, seemingly evaporating in the ethereal torrent.

One more breath. One more moment. Then? I was ready.

Without hesitation, I planted my feet and drew back my arm. A mere heartbeat later, I threw my clenched fist forward with all my might; roaring like some proud beast drawn from my genetic homeworld. As the bubbled fist connected, I withdrew it’s protective cowling and allowed the energy contained within to violently burst outwards; channelling itself into the metallic surface of the blast-shielded door. The pressure was immense, but it didn’t take long for the results to make themselves apparent when my bare-knuckles struck the metallic plating. The heavy turadium plating buckled inwards, and gracelessly roused itself from the integrated tracks; before collapsing to the deck with a thunderous cacophony of kissing metal.

Exhaling heavily, I stepped over the wreckage and entered the facility - knowing little of what awaited me beyond those walls and the sundered hallways before me. It wouldn’t be long now until I encountered someone or something, as I ascended towards the pinnacle of Dreypa’s Peak.

| [member="Darth Carnifex"] |​

 

[Ladro]

Objective: 'Attempting to breach the network access facility so they might obtain intel to use against the Sith'
Equipment: In signature
Allies: ORC & Allies ~
Enemies: Sith & Allies
Undecided how I feel ~ Jan Beauchamp

Ladro pointed the nozzle of the spray can he had in his hand at the wall. A layer of adhesive coated an external hard drive with a single cord connected to the hacking key in the Computer Interface Socket. He emptied the can on the wall covering the Socket and his drive locking both in place. The drive keeping the three endless loops repeating. A thin metal bar extended between his hands as he pulled on it. It was silver but had a beautiful design like that of an expensive picture frame. Once at the desired length Ladro pressed the bar up against the wall beneath the large area of adhesive. He touched a button on the bar that looked like any other part of the intricate design which caused a hologram of a painting to appear on the wall surrounded by the other three sides of the frame. It looked as real as everything else in the room. It also camouflaged all signals from the technology beneath.

Quick footsteps moved him briskly towards the door. Sounds of fear and screams could be heard on the other side. Ladro disarmed the land mine placing it back on his person right before he pried with all his might to get the door open.

Screams, madness, pure bedlam filled the hallway that the door had just opened to reveal. Ladro cupped his ears and threw himself out into the crowd intentionally falling to the floor screaming in agony. Members from the crowd rushed over, around, and threw where he laid. A hand gripped his shoulder pulling up to his feet. A citizen had helped him from being trampled. "Where's my wife?!" Ladro's screams sounding like those of a crazed individual. Thousands ran through the halls making up the crowd of screaming citizens who had rushed towards a doorway where soldiers were trying to pry open. Flames erupted in the distance behind the crowd causing the screams of fear to grow louder. "The droids are turning on the citizens!" Shouted a man in the distance. Panic struck out through the crowd causing everyone to push forward further and tighter. Constantly the blaring noises roared in the back ground. At random members of the crowd would bend over to vomit while others fell victim to the light headed effect causing them to fall backwards having to be caught by those around them. Ladro screamed into the roar of the crowd. "My wife! My wife and child! Where are they? Where is my family?" No one responded because everyone was already screaming out their own fears. Citizens cried and screamed as the sounds of new screams and flames sounded in the distance.

As the soldiers pried the doors open the crowd poured through pushing and shoving. Madness of fear had begun to sink into the heart of the city. "Doors are being pried all over the city. Keep moving. Keep moving. You'll be safe." Came the voices of soldiers assuring the masses as thousands of bodies moved violently throughout the city.

Darth Carnifexhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/136-darth-carnifex/ | Kaine Australis | Jend-Ro Quill | Darth Voracitos | Ahani Zambrano | Kimiko Taiyo | Darth Prazutis | Celessa | Rekha Kaarde | Kingsley | Coren Starchaser | Romi Jade | Jerec Asyr | Arcanus Sunstrider | Ladro | Adenn Kyramud | Racket | Rian Taske | Ao Xian | Vanessa Vantai | Andan Solo | Keira Cerdulan | Zak Amroth | Kyrel Ren | Argis Volmir | Scherezade deWinter | Mav Vohaloveer | Cyran Vaas | Ardasz Verd | Yula Perl | Darth Morbus | Taeli Raaf | Sol Stazi​

Undecided How I Feel: Janick Beauchamphttp://starwarsrp.net/user/15218-janick-beauchamp/http://starwarsrp.net/user/15218-janick-beauchamp/​

 

[Dax Perl]

Location: Rhen Var, Orbit
Objective: Bring down the monster
Allies: ORC, [member="Kimiko Taiyo"], [member="Jerec Asyr"]
Enemies: TSE, [member="Vanessa Vantai"]

Enemy: [member="Vanessa Vantai"]
In the far distance, like a monster slowly stepping forward into the light, Dax could see a vessel of the like he'd never seen before. "Marshal, we're reading a Sovereign-class-"

"I can see it, I'm not blind! Prepare to engage."

"They're charging weapons."

"Evasive maneuvers, now!" Dax had no clue what kind of armaments that monster carried on her, but he wasn't exactly rearing to find out. Slowly the Verdict began to bank down and to the left in an attempt to avoid the first barrage of fire that would surely be aimed for her. The remaining ships of the taskforce began to break off as well, with the Azalea breaking to the high right, the Rigor to the left and the Erso diving straight down.

"...Let's take this <bad language inserted here> down!" A familiar voice suddenly echoed through the comms line, and with it, a presence he had sorely missed for many months. The man would've liked to say something along the lines of 'Good to have you back kiddo,' or some other cheesy holofilm line, but as the Verdict made its desperate and clumsy escape, there was no time.

The Heresiarch, as it appeared to be called, may have gotten the drop on the Coalition forces, but if they didn't land that first shot, the rag tag fleet might just be able to even the odds, just enough. "Azalea, Erso, attempt to run parallel to that beast, target her main guns. Rigor, stay close, I need you to help put pressure on this bastard."

Taskforce Umbra
Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull | Action
Modified Dar Itah-class Grand Battlecruiser | Verdict | 3000 m | 100% | 100% | Maneuvering away from line of fire
Modified Razer-class Frigate | Azalea | 186 m | 100% | 100% | Moving into attack position
MC70 Ackbar-class Star Cruiser | Rigor | 950 m | 100% | 100% | Preparing to fire heavy turbolaser batteries
Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser | Erso | 800 m | 100% | 100% | Moving into attack position

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

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[SIZE=11pt]Dreypa's Peak [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Operation Bangarang[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies: ORC[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: TSE [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Engaging: [member="Darth Morbus"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Quill flinched back as his own saber rattled across the dark hall toward him. “Don’t [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]touch me-[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]” He bit off the exclamation; nobody was, after all, trying to touch him. The saber flicked up to his shaking hands and ignited. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He let out a slow breath. The cacophony died down or at least got manageable, now that he’d wrecked the displays in the corridor. Not far away, Coalition forces were clashing with Blackblade Guard and battle droids and so forth. For the time being, Quill and Morbus stood alone in the dark hall. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Jedi hermit let out another long breath that stole the edge from the panic attack. He’d pursued the Force largely as a way to deal with the health of his mind, his unique challenges and capacities. Although life didn’t get much easier, he’d at least found himself better equipped. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Morbus’ mind had issues too, in its way, just like the Blackblade that Quill had met earlier. Cackling malevolence, no sense of proportion. Maybe he’d benefit from some clarity. That would be nice, wouldn’t it. A nice thing to share with the kind of friend who wanted to cut off your hands.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Quill took his right hand off the saber. Two fingers up, the other two loosely curled, he made the Jedi gesture that so often accompanied telekinesis or a mind trick. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Wake up,” he said nicely.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Not to Morbus, but to Morbus’ conscience.[/SIZE]

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[Janick Beauchamp]

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Objective: Penetrate the Sith network
Location: Lower level hallway
Equipment: Scramble key, datapad, data spike, armor, lightsabers
Allies: ORC [member="Jend-Ro Quill"] [member="Kyle Farnes"] [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Ladro"] [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"]
Enemies: Sith [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Ao Xian"]

The noise from the sonic bomb in the upper levels was so loud that it caught the enemy patrols off-balance, causing the patrols to be slowed down, especially given how thorough they were in combing every room along the halls. She also knew that, by walking silently, invisibly, under Force-cloak, she had some breathing room to navigate the labyrinthine layout of that level in search of those computer terminals. Even then, she still feels a little discomfort, which was normal given the sheer amount of noise. And yet she could sense something dark getting down the turboshaft, to which she got close enough to push a legionnaire or a Blackblade Guard into it. Something that seemed out to eat her. Probably something that [member="Darth Voracitos"] contributed, but she had no way to be sure at this point. I knew that any diversion would only last so long: something is coming my way, she thought, while the smell of burned flesh and durasteel permeates the air around her. Heating, sure, but that could only mean someone was using incendiaries, and hitting their targets with those, if heating came with the smell of burned flesh and durasteel.

Twilight, how are things looking up there? I have finally arrived at a computer terminal, I will soon start making "emergency backup copies" of files that may as well contain what we want, she transmitted telepathically to Sol, feeling that conventional lines of communication could prove jammed, even if they were secured. This could only mean one thing: she would be doing backup copies of the key data the ORC sent her here for on borrowed time. And, once she finally located a computer terminal that seemed to be in working condition, she wasted no time to place the dataspike and the scramble key in the sockets. The witch could sense in the Force that there were some security "features" she ought to exploit, namely, those security weaknesses that someone else exploited not long ago. Which made it all the more necessary to her to enter developer mode, usually accessed for maintenance and emergency troubleshooting, once she started accessing the computer network. First of all, she did this so that she could enter a new user and set up access privileges for her that were sufficient to engage in making an emergency backup copy of the desired files.

Here she was hooking up her brain to the network by Force-powered means on top of the scramble key and the dataspike so that she could have a more intuitive approach to sorting through which files and folders were likely to contain what she went here for and therefore include in what she deems to be an emergency backup copy. The identification and acquisition of targets. Once her mental Force-connection to the network is open, she could kind of tell which files would be more likely to hold any value, those files feel different, more "smug", in her mind, because they have more restrictive access privileges. Now, to make good use of the slicing analogy that I used when teaching Memory Rub and Drain Knowledge to Aren, she thought, while recalling upon her knowledge of computer security that she accumulated for the needs of alchemizing modems. Of how to adapt Drain Knowledge to making what she called an emergency backup copy, but here she would need to keep an eye on the throughput not exceeding the slower of the network's or the datapad's once the copying process proper begins. Hopefully the use of the Force would help her make an attempt at doing her part in this operation without triggering more alarms than the previous slicer already did. Without actually opening the files. Without sacrificing the integrity of what she was sent there for. But the time has not yet come to start downloading the files.

 

[Sol Stazi]

Location: Keep Battlements
Equipment: Scout Armor, SSK-7 Heavy Blaster, Combat Vibroknife, Thermal Detonators (Bandolier of 6 5)
Allies: [member="Kyle Farnes"], [member="Jend-Ro Quill"], [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"], [member="Tera Highwind"], [member="Janick Beauchamp"]
Enemies: [member="Kaine Australis"] (engaging), [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Darth Morbus"], [member="Ao Xian"], [member="Ahani Zambrano"]

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The Mandalorian boosted off the citadel walls, Sol cursed and started tracking upward. Steady fire coughed from his SSK, but the Sith mercenary was a skilled aerialist and outpaced his aim. He squared his posture and realigned, but by the time he had compensated it was too late. Two shots rang out, the first supercharged slug scorched past him. The second obliterated his sidearm, and Captain Stazi was forced to slide for cover, using a half-crumbled piece of the Sith's own defenses to his advantage. He cursed to himself as he cradled his hand, checking to make sure that the gashes were superficial.

"Farnes!" he shouted over the roar of battle to one his troopers nearby. Sol had no idea if Kyle could hear him, but he gestured emphatically up at his assailant, "Take him down!"

A splitting sonic roar crashed over them all, and the duros clutched his head momentarily until his helmet's aural dampeners kicked in. Recognizing that this could be his one opportunity, Stazi yanked one of his thermal detonators and armed it, leaning out of cover just long enough to lob it up at the Mandalorian with the aim of a collegiate smashball player. Counting down the seconds, he timed his roll out of cover with when the detonator was supposed to go off, too focused on scooping up a discarded Imperial Autokrator to risk a glimpse at the explosive results.

The Twilight Company officer took a brief moment to re-familiarize himself with the foreign rifle's design. He was passingly familiar with Sith tech, but had more practical experience with the First Order's E-series. Of course, neither held a candle to his precious A320, lost to the snowy winds of Rhen Var. Years of battlefield experience had taught him to compartmentalize enough to also survey the fortress and check on their progress. It was still anyone's fight, but Sol caught a glimpse of Imperial soldiers routed away from the surface perimeter and down below.

"Understood, Janick. We'll hold the line up here, now get the kriff out of my head," Stazi grunted out loud, having no idea if the Force witch could even hear his reply to her mental intrusions. This is exactly why he always hated working with Jedi.

Sol just hoped the Sullustans were on track, otherwise Rian was going to be in trouble. Ever since the Sith had started jamming, he'd lost all contact. Accepting that there were just some things beyond his control, the duros captain rose up out of cover and started tracking the air for his target, aiming down the sights of a battered but functional legionnaire's assault blaster.

HOME GUARD DRILL TEAM​

10 KILOMETERS TO TARGET​

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"Laser drill's focusing crystal is out!"

"Kark, another one?" Colonel Sief groaned, cursing their ill fortune, "We must be at another layer of mineral deposits. This is kriffing dense rock."

"Hey, you know what they say colonel," his chief driller reminded him.

"Yeah, yeah," Sief nodded, "There's no tunnel a Sullustan can't build. But Taske and the others are counting on us to get it built tonight, so keep at it."

 

[Itash Mecetti]

Mission: Observe
Specific Location: Geothermal Basement
Person of Interest: [member="Rian Taske"]
Allies: TSE
Enemies: ORC

He could practically feel the scream of the Bothan.

Primal.

It was fear seeped into vocal form and Itash smiled. He was about to lower his arm- time to say hello, yes? When the Force screeched in warning. It came as a form of nausea. The Darkside flooding and warning in equal terms. A quick look around. Nothing. Brows furrowed, about to duck when it came. The ringing shrill feedback from the comm systems integrated into the fortress. Echoing, bouncing from wall to wall, vibrating and harming everything in its wake.

Tash gasped and his hand twisted up.

The effort was to tap his earpiece twice. There was only one problem- his intent was still out there. As his fingers tapped the earpiece, silence flooded into his ears, but out there? Gil screamed as he fell to his death. In that pain Itash had accidentally dislodged his anchoring.

Oh, the distance was the same as with the Bothan, but this one was clumsy. Landing head first. Snapping his neck. Instant death and Tash scowled. Too fast. Far too fast, instead of the play he had wanted to orchestrate here. "At least the other two are still alive..." Tash muttered to himself darkly as he pushed himself off the wall. Back onto his feet, watching as Rian reacted to the situation complicating on the spot for her. It would be interesting to see how she'd handle it.

In one fell swoop her back-up down.

Maybe she'd abandon the mission? It would be the smart move to make.

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: Strollin' an' pickin' up garbage
Location: Near [member="Ao Xian"]
Allies: ORC
Enemies: TSE

"The feth is this?"

Daro's foot bumped against something on the ground. Looked down. Noticed a weird arse strange star. Brows furrowed. He moved to pick it up, since when all else was equal it was better to pick up someone's discarded plastic jewelry rather than... not. Made total sense, right? Sell it off to someone who doesn't know any better. In the middle of that Daro suddenly thought better of it. Instead he shoved the star to the side, into dust and grime and obscurity.

"I see trouble, when it be right in front of me." Tarsi said bemusedly to himself, before continuing on forward. "Usually anyway..." A moment later he turned the corridor. In the distance Daro could hear the shrill noise suddenly erupting over the comms.

Was lucky he had already shoved his ears full with cotton wool.

Otherwise that would have been painful. Kinda like for the huddled smol mass of a person in the middle of said corridor. Dark robe, not protected against the (somewhat) planned sonic attack, probably a Sith. Blaster was already raised while Daro mulled on shooting them. Would be easy, right? Sitting duck (manner of speaking) and all. Just as Daro had made his decision Ao Xian looked up. Their eyes met. Daro furrowed his brow and couldn't really help himself.

"Sheesh, woman, you are one ugly lil' chit."

Then shot her.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Jedi City​

Allies: ORC [member="Zak Amroth"] [member="Racket"] the Sweet Rabbit [member="Argis Volmir"], and the Trash Famiily [member="Yula Perl"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Mav Vohaloveer"]​

Enemies: Sith and other Perversions on the Force [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Darth Voracitos"]​

He could feel it, darkness deep within the City, or around… It was on the planet, but the Jedi Master was a man of particular talents. He had no skill to allow him the views and focus of a FIndsman, he was instead, a pathfinder. A being to get you and your people from point A to point B. And on top of that? He was really good at being the line to shine to eliminate the Sith and darkness from where it would find itself.

Today he definitely felt like the latter. But that was because he was literally part of a team who were heading into the depths of the enemy and making the point to remove something they were seeking. Of course, he had his own team, Judges, and Covenant Jedi working on being the shield to protect the Coalition’s thieves. The one and only trash family. The pink Perls. He grinned when he heard Yula over the comms again. “Isn’t just me, Perl. But they’ll come for me if you all keep a low profile.” He looked over at Zak.

“Means they'll be coming for you too, teammate.” He said, hoping to answer Zak’s question. A Jedi Master and a Judge. This ought to go swimmingly.

“We’ll rescue who we can but you and I are going to be getting a lot of attention. Hope you practiced your autograph.” Or trick shot. Hopefully the latter. As the Kiffar had jumped forward, Coren had followed, the Force starting to surround him in a more active approach to being a distraction. Hearing the comms, it sounded like they were going to be getting a shipload of mooks.

“Roger, Volmir, keep safe out there.” Good, time to fight.

He knew that Taeli was here, and that meant trouble wasn’t far off.

Trouble, and Romi.

The idea was to find them first. His saber hilt in hand, the Force was now offering some level of protection.

 

[Yula Perl]

Location: Jedi City
Objective: Retrieve Fell Star, make copies, flood the market
With: [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Mav Vohaloveer"]
Ally Tags: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Argis Volmir"] | [member="Zak Amroth"] | [member=”Racket”]
Enemy Tags: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Ahani Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Ledgermayne"]

Yula swayed, managing to balance herself out of a stumble as Mav gave her a heavy pat on the shoulder. Something in her marveled at their ability to keep their cool. Literal cool. She smiled at Mav, an anxious twitching of the lips in an attempt to show him that his reassurance had worked. It had not.

“I mean, I can but it’s not that easy, it’s, well, there’s a lot going on here and I can feel a lot of stuff going on, and like, a lot of things. So I don’t know which one of those things is the right thing, or something. If that makes sense.” It did not. Yula wasn’t quite sure how to explain innate sensing of the Force, or the fact that her senses were currently overloaded.

“For real? How old do you think I am?” The Zeltron hybrid snorted at Zef, able to get some of her good humor back in her grandfather’s ribbing. “She doesn’t even know that I’m here.” Not that it mattered though, right? Her mother didn’t need to know where she was every second of every day. She was gearing up to say something else when Zef walked right into Emily, who had since stopped and was tapping rapidly at the ice beneath her with one clawed foot, beeps and buzzes abound. They’d been too busy arguing to notice anything beyond the confines of family drama.

“Grandpa! Your back!” Yula sprang forward, but Zef was already down and not getting up. “Uh oh. Uncle Mav, you might have to carry him out of…” Her voice drifted into silence as she followed Zef’s gaze, the strange smirk on his face finally making sense. “Is that…really it?” Gingerly, she extended a hand and was almost surprised to feel that the object had a presence in the Force. It wasn’t nearly as powerful as she had anticipated, but Yula had very little experience with Force artifacts. Maybe she’d been a little too scrambled and overwhelmed to sense it before, but she was too overcome with relief to question why the Fell Star was where it was.

“Mister Starchaser, I think we…wow, I think we found it?” As far as the motley crew of a family was concerned, they had found the real Fell Star. She traced a finger along the ice, most of the artifact having been buried with one of its points jutting out above the surface. “Okay, let’s get this thing out of here. Stand back.” She motioned the other two away before retrieving her saber.

A flash of orange dug into the ice beneath her. With two hands on the saber’s hilt, Yula concentrated on cutting a path through the ice wide enough for them to extract the object. It was slow work, but the blade [member="Dax Fyre"] had given to her was doing the trick. But the envoys sent by the Lord of Gluttony had edged onto her senses, like black spots creeping at the corners of her mind. She killed the blade, whirling around with her back to the artifact and her face hardening in apprehension. Whatever was coming towards them likely wasn’t friendly.

“Uh, I think we’ve got company, and it’s not the Starchaser kind.”

She widened her stance, peering into the distant darkness with her thumb on the ignition of the saber.

"Or the good kind."

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Location: ON the move
Objective: Find ORC Forces and provide support
Equipment - Merr-Sonn Blasters | Taozin amulet
Allies: ORC - [member="Kingsley"] | [member="Andan Solo"] | [member="Cyran Vaas"] |[member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] | [member="Ladro"]
Enemies: Sith

The night had passed without incident the kids as Rekha had started to call them in her mind seemed to have adjusted. The morning air was cool and crisp it felt good to her. Maybe Coren had a point when he urged her to do this everyone needed time to unplug move to do other things. It had been so cold during the night the snow crunched beneath her boot step but the cold had warmed up. If that was possible this morning the biting wind was trying to rend the skin from her bones.

She started to pull her ration bar out this was breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It had the texture of sawdust, and the flavor of what she imagined earwax tasted like. She'd be having a giant bantha burger when she got back.

Simon emerged from his shelter, "Cap'n Kaarde."

Rekha turned, Captain? ohh..that look on his face, "What is it?"

"Yes mam I've been listening to some chatter."

"Chatter how is that possible, this ball of ice isn't a place.." She saw that look in his eye, more than concern it was fear. "Ok tell me"

Simon explained what he thought he knew, and half of it was a guess. But the fact was they weren't alone, and Rhen Var was now under attack. Unknown who, unknown objectives. Rekha nodded absorbing all he said.

First thing - The kids aren't battle ready...she needed to get them off Rhen Var.

Second thing - locate ORC groups and lend support.

The Third thing was just one of those natural things.......survive.

"All right, let's get everyone's gear together, and call our contact. We keep moving until we know whats happening and if Target A is still a viable pick up point." Rekha began scanning the skies. She had not heard anything in her sleep, her communicator had not gone off...and now..she was poorly equipped and with three noobs.

She felt like she was pushing them to move. She nagged the sleep from their bodies, and then began the push. "We got to keep moving, we are...out in the open. Which makes us sitting ducks should anyone fly over that isn't friendly."

"Simon...call LT Morin see if he knows anything or just let me talk to him if you get him."

Feth.

They were suppose to climb and meet Morin near Drey'pa Peak. She kept trying to work out who would come to Rhen Var, First Order, maybe...Crime Cartels....NO...Mandalorians........not likely...has to be Sith..well doesn't have to be, but being a betting woman I'd give it even money.

 

[Argis Volmir]

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Objective: Retrieve Fell Star
Enemies: Sith, [member="Darth Voracitos"] (panna cake), [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Allies: [member="Mav Vohaloveer"], [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Zak Amroth"], [member="Zef Halo"]
Equipment: Armor, Temperance & Serenity, Coyonite Rifle, Firewall Grenades


Argis would be telling a lie if he said he wasn't impressed by the Sith Lord's display. It was something unique onto itself that the Jedi hadn't witnessed in all his years. The use of souls as weapons against another. Souls that bent so easily to the beings will. The Jedi highly doubted that it was willingly on the souls part, but if it was… No Argis dismissed the thought unwilling to believe that any would willingly allow their souls to be manipulated. What perverse experiments had the Sith Lord been conducting?

The fuel and flames easily redirected forming into a ring around the two. While the fuel had not splattered on either the heat could still be felt from the roaring flames. The roar of the blaze far more fierce than that of a Krayt dragon. Argis's armor began to heat, but the heat itself barely phased the Dashade their bodies naturally capable of dissipating it. That didn't, of course, mean the Jedi would stand within and do nothing about the flames themselves.

No sooner than the ring of flames had formed Argis enacted his plan. Those incendiaries were more for the Jedi’s benefit than to cause harm to his foe. Inhaling, his left-hand opening Argis reached out to the energy surrounding him. The conflagration that surrounded them shifted moving to the Dashade as though seeking him out. In a way they were. Hand pulling back Argis absorbed the energy into his very being. Power swelled within him, it filled Argis's large form. What had once been a cascading inferno that surrounded them began to wither and weaken till not much more than embers. The heat that had once attempted to assault Argis gone, converted to energy that the Dashade now held within.

Smile having not left his face Argis's head nodded slightly and he leaped. The warm-up was over and now Argis was aware of an ability the Sith had at their Beck and call. Something that if he hadn't learned of now Argis would've been forced to learn under much less favorable conditions. The large muscular legs of the Dashade kicked off the ground propelling him towards the Sith, the repulsor boots built into his armor activating and aiding him in closing the distance. Right arm raising the blue blade of the saber sprang to life with a snap-hiss, the scent of ozone filled the air and Argis brought it down aimed to cleave the Sith from their left shoulder to their right hip.

 

[Romi Jade]

Rhen Var​

ALLIES: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Ahani Zambrano"] [member="Darth Voracitos"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]​

ENEMIES: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Zak Amroth"] [member="Argis Volmir"]​

OBJECTIVE: Retrieve Fell Star​

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For a long moment nothing happened. Then, through the haze of smoke some distance away...

"I'm right here, come and get me!" a las bolt sizzled out of his father's blaster, then a bio-energetic lightning bolt streaked out of the Qektoth disruptor he carried for backup and as a trophy. Luminescent streaks that lit up the ruins like flares, "Y'all ain't so tough!"

Pivoting, she whipped around and bore witness to a cascade of blaster bolts as they began to sweep across the ruins. The deep thump-thumping an almost preferable counter to the ominous roar of emptiness in the background. She stood expectant for what seemed an eternity; watching.

Romi felt someone watching her and her gaze bounded from structure to structure till she saw Coren staring...and moving towards their location from the shelter of a nearby dilapidated archway. She held eye contact with him for a short moment...her narrow eyes angled in what seemed a peculiar expression of mildness.

"Romi, accompany me." She started down the passage that twisted down and left, eventually leading them towards one part of the ruins that was truly awe-inspiring. A large fissure separated this section of the city from the other, a narrow bridge the only crossing to the other side. Below, only darkness would meet their gazes. The artifact they sough however, was beyond the bridge.

Blink.

Just like that, she'd broke eye contact and was on her way down the passage, with the inevitable chasing right after them. Trailing Taeli and Ahani several clicks down the narrow bridge, she felt the vibration of the stone beneath her feet...something resonating from the dark abyss below.

Somewhere in the middle...

Coren would have likely gotten to the bridge by now...