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[Braze]

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Malachor V​

Malachor V stands as a haunting reminder of the galaxy's turbulent past amid ongoing strife and struggle for supremacy among various factions. The remnants of ancient Sith temples rise against a dark sky, shrouded in ominous clouds, creating a somber atmosphere. The dark side of the Force lingers here, a tangible presence that speaks to the countless battles once fought on this desolate world.

Braze steps cautiously among the weathered ruins, inhaling the heavy air as he approaches a worn stone altar—its surface etched with faded Sith inscriptions. He feels an unsettling energy pulsing beneath his skin, the whispers of past conflicts echoing through time. This ancient site has been a battleground between light and darkness, a nexus of immense power and terrible loss.


Seating himself on the stone, Braze closes his eyes and centers his thoughts, grounding himself against the weight of the Force surrounding him. With the chaos of the galaxy pressing down upon him—rife with ongoing tensions from the present day wars and rising threats from emerging factions—he seeks clarity in this historical crucible.

"So many have fought for power here, succumbing to darkness, yet I must learn from their mistakes. The legends of Malachor V are both a warning and a guide. I seek the dark sword."​

As he begins to meditate, visions flicker before his mind's eye—scenes from countless battles fought in the name of ambition and vengeance. He sees the rise and fall of the Sith Empire, the devastation wrought by the Bryn'adûl, and the chaos of the Maw and their rise in power amidst the galaxy's strife.


In the depths of his meditation, Braze encounters a vision of Jasper Kai'el 's ancestors, their faces carved with the same conflicts he now faces. A dark silhouette emerges, Lord Kalrath along with the figure of the dark sword, shimmering and beckoning to him, yet tempered by a sense of foreboding.

Braze takes a deep breath, centering himself as he kneels upon the crumbling stone. The heavy atmosphere surrounds him, cocooning him in darkness while inviting him to delve deeper into the threads of time. As he closes his eyes, he reaches out with the Force, allowing it to guide him through the swirling mists of memory.

Visions begin to coalesce, forming images of Lord Kalrath , once known as Set Kalrath, etching his fate into the annals of history. Braze sees the pale figure of the Twi'lek, adorned in dark robes, wielding his lightsaber with deadly grace. The echoes of the Mandalorian Wars reverberate through his mind, revealing glimpses of the fierce rivalry that birthed Kalrath's descent into darkness.

He watches as Kalrath, infused with the rage of betrayal and loss, plunges into the dark side—how the Mass Shadow Generator's firing traumatized the galaxy and twisted the former Jedi into a vehicle of revenge and conquest.

"Desire for vengeance can consume even the noblest of souls. What pushed him to become a living shadow of spite? What fragments of his tale remain buried within this dark sword?"

As the visions shift, Braze sees the climactic battles on Taris between Kalrath and Dillon Kai'el, a duel marked by ferocity and deep-seated animosity. The pain of an unresolved rivalry hangs thick in the air, igniting a connection within Braze—a thread linking him to this ancient conflict.

Suddenly, a dark silhouette takes form at the edge of the vision, shimmering and beckoning. The outline of the dark sword appears, radiating a malevolent allure, entwined with the essence of Kalrath. Yet, even in its beauty, a sense of foreboding saturates the vision.

"To wield the sword is to wield history itself—to embrace the darkness that once defined Kalrath. But what will it cost me?"

In an explosive moment of clarity, Braze realizes that he is not just seeking knowledge of the dark sword; he is yearning for understanding—the truth behind the choices made by those who came before him and how those choices ripple through the ages. The unresolved conflict between Kalrath and the Kai'el legacy mirrors his own quest for identity.

 

[Marcus Dinn]

Climbing down a cliffside, Marcus' foot slipped on a loose stone. His gloved hands lost their grip on the thin rock ledge he had been clinging to, and he plummeted into the dark chasm below.

Seizing the Force, he slowed his fall to a survivable speed, though his landing at the bottom of the valley was still rather rough. He rolled over, groaning as he heaved himself to his feet. I knew I should have just jumped down, he thought to himself as he glanced up at where he had started his descent. Why do I always have to do things the hard way?

After declaring himself under the philosophy of Darth Traya, he had been assigned a pilgrimage to Malachor V. He was supposed to locate the ancient Trayus Academy she had founded here thousands of years ago. But so far he hadn't even been able to find the damned place. It was enough to make him wish he had followed the example of his obnoxious peers and refused to name any Sith philosopher. Still, he held out hope that he would find more than just dust-bitten ruins eroded by time.

Checking to make sure he hadn't lost any of his gear in the fall, he then closed his eyes and stretched his senses, searching the Force. There were ruins nearby, though not of the Academy. A great battle had been fought here...

Marcus opened his eyes. His brow furrowed. He wasn't alone in the valley wastes. But who else could possibly be out there, and why?

That was a question he would need to find the answer to. Removing his lightsaber from his belt, he gripped it tightly in his fist as he headed toward the source of the other presence.

Braze​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Marcus Dinn

The stillness of Malachor V was shattered by a faint disturbance in the Force. Braze's eyes flicked open, his meditative trance fading as he became acutely aware of a new presence in the valley—a signature unfamiliar.

"I'm not alone." The thought surfaced as he pushed himself to his feet, brushing off dust from the ancient stone altar. His gaze swept across the crumbling ruins.

Braze took a deep breath, calming the surge of tension in his chest. He could feel the stranger approaching, their intent unclear, but their path unmistakable. Clutching his lightsaber hilt at his side, he began walking toward the source of the presence, keeping his steps light on the cracked, rocky ground.

His mind, however, was far from silent. The echoes of Kalrath's fall still reverberated in his thoughts, intertwining with the heavy darkness around him. The dark sword... the twisted remnants of Malachor's past... the growing war of factions and his new found legacy... It was all coming to a head here, and now another Force-wielder had come to disrupt his search.

He stopped just short of a narrow passage between two jagged stone outcroppings, the silhouette of the stranger now visible ahead. Braze narrowed his eyes, allowing the Force to flow through him, amplifying his senses as he prepared for whatever would come next.

"What brings you to Malachor, I wonder?" he muttered to himself. His voice was barely a whisper, carried away by the wind.

Stepping forward, his voice now carried across the distance between them.

"I didn't expect to find another wandering these ruins," Braze called out, his tone a mix of curiosity and caution. "Malachor is no place for idle travelers. State your purpose."

 

[Marcus Dinn]

Marcus wasn't sure what he was expecting the stranger to look like. He finally caught a glimpse of him as he rounded the corner of a rocky passage. The boy was standing in the middle of his path. He was very short, so much so that Marcus assumed he was younger than fourteen, with a doll-like face topped by a shock of white hair. But there was agility hidden in his lean build, and the presence of a lightsaber clutched in the youth's hand made it clear he was no lost little boy.

The stranger spoke first.

"I didn't expect to find another wandering these ruins," Braze called out, his tone a mix of curiosity and caution. "Malachor is no place for idle travelers. State your purpose."

A smirk curled one corner of Marcus' mouth. "My name is Marcus Dinn," he introduced himself first. There was no point in hiding his identity or intentions. "There used to be a hidden academy here. I've come to plunder it."

He continued to walk toward the stranger, his pace slow but relaxed, coming to a stop directly in front of him. Marcus had more than a foot in height over the boy, his body broad-shouldered and well-muscled. "You're in my way," he said, his smirk becoming a grin.

Braze​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Marcus Dinn

Dinn. That name tugged at Braze's memory, faint but familiar. He narrowed his eyes, mind drifting to the possibility. Could this Marcus be related to Eloise Dinn? The connection wasn't certain, but the galaxy had a way of making paths cross in strange places.

With a smirk of his own, Braze tilted his head, stepping away from Marcus and toward the shadow of the nearby ruin where his Loth-wolf, now an adolescent, rested. The wolf's pale coat blended almost perfectly into the desolate landscape.

"Does that mean you fancy yourself a pirate of the past?" Braze quipped, casting a glance back over his shoulder. "Or do you just really hate your yearbook picture?"

The teasing in his voice was deliberate, aimed at easing the tension, but his movement was anything but careless. He patted the Loth-wolf's head as he settled by his side, the wolf's golden eyes glinting with silent understanding. His companion had grown strong and perceptive—Braze trusted him with more than just watching his back.

Without waiting for a reply, Braze crouched beside the wolf, keeping Marcus in his peripheral vision. "So, Marcus Dinn, Any relation to Eloise Dinn ? "

The Loth-wolf rose to its feet, a low rumble vibrating from its throat.

 

[Marcus Dinn]

"Does that mean you fancy yourself a pirate of the past?"

What a weird way of putting it. Brow furrowed in confusion, Marcus opened his mouth, but before he could reply the boy fired off another question.

"Or do you just really hate your yearbook picture?"

Har har. Marcus considered wringing the little twerp's neck now and being done with this, but stayed his hand when the loth-wolf showed up. "I see you brought a pet," he remarked, keeping an eye on the animal's movements. "What a coincidence. So did I. Mali!"

There was a bark of acknowledgment, then a hideous creature came bounding through the canyon behind Marcus. The large female Beelzebork skidded to a halt by her master's side, slobber dripping from her toothy maw. The wolf let out a throaty rumble. Mali growled right back.

"So, Marcus Dinn, Any relation to Eloise Dinn? "

The fact that he knew Eloise more or less confirmed what Marcus already suspected: this stranger was a Jedi. "She's my sister," he answered, stroking the tuft of hair on the top of his pet's head. "Last chance, kid. Either get out of my way, or my dog will eat your dog and I'll send you back to the Jedi Temple in a sealed box."

Braze​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Marcus Dinn

Braze raised an eyebrow as Marcus' creature, Mali, came barreling out from the canyon, a hideous mass of muscle and teeth dripping with aggression. His loth-wolf bristled beside him, growling low, but holding its ground.

A look of disgust flickered across Braze's face as he took in the creature's slobbering form.

"You don't really play well with others, do you?" Braze remarked, his voice dry and unimpressed.

He moved slowly, brushing the dust from his pants, his gaze flicking between Marcus and the hulking Beelzebork. "Nice pet," he added, not bothering to hide the sarcasm. Despite the snarl coming from the beast, Braze remained unfazed, fingers casually trailing the hilt of his lightsaber, though he didn't ignite it.

Marcus' threat lingered in the air, but Braze's response was almost conversational, a lightness to his tone that contrasted the tension building between them.

"So, Eloise is your sister..." Braze paused, tilting his head as if considering something. "Funny. She never mentioned having a brother who picks fights with kids."

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but his gaze remained sharp and focused. He moved to mount the large wolf as if it were some kind of war mount. The creature dwarfed Braze in size and had no problems with the weight.

The loth-wolf growled again, sensing the growing tension between them. Braze extended a calming hand, lightly touching the wolf's head, soothing it with a subtle nudge through the Force.

He had a special trick up his sleeve, one he practiced every single night since he'd met Jasper Kai'el . His left hand was ready to deploy it if need be.

 

[Joseph Torson]

W H A T_I S_A_L E G A C Y

DARK EMPIRE
MALACHOR V, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Unbeknownst to both Braze and Marcus, as their confrontation became more heated and tense they were being observed by a single reconnaissance drone hidden from their view hundreds of meters away within the ruins of the Sith Temple Braze had once been meditating within. From the beginning, it had observed Braze in his meditation, and then closely followed the young Padawan as he set out to meet and individual before both Braze and the individual soon identified as Marcus Dinn would enter in a standoff as both would soon bring their own pets by their side as they exchanged threats and light insults.

Meanwhile, parked in orbit of Malachor V was the INV Obsidian Enforcer with it's visual cloak and advanced stealth systems active in order to avoid detection. Onboard the bridge of the Obsidian Enforcer, Captain Torson stood infront of a hologram pod watching the situation unfold between Braze and Marcus on the surface from the live feed of the reconnaissance drone. He had been tasked by the Warlord of the Empire in person, to lead his personal special forces task force to Malachor V upon receiving intelligence that Braze, one of the main culprits behind the Warlord's brief imprisonment had arrived to the planet alone with his master Jasper Kai'el absent. Torson's Goal : To capture Braze in order to acquire vital information regarding his Corporate Assets and other locations he might have held dear, so that the Warlord of the Empire, Marlon Sularen could move forth and dismantle everything that Braze had built and held so dearly as punishment for his involvement in his capture at Coruscant.

This would eventually lead to the Captain's current predicament, observing the live feed of Braze on Malachor V in the process of being in what seemed to be a heated confrontation with another individual, Marcus Dinn. Already the order to activate the of Obsidian Enforcer's Battle Droids had been made and all that was required was Torson's order to send them down to Malachor V But for now, the Captain would simply watch waiting for the perfect opportunity to intervene and put down the Jedi Brat once and for all, in the name of the Empire.

Tags | Braze | Marcus Dinn ​

 

[Marcus Dinn]

"You don't really play well with others, do you?" Braze remarked, his voice dry and unimpressed.

"I enjoy beating people into submission," Marcus countered. "There's a difference."

"Nice pet."

"Thanks." He watched with disdain as Braze climbed onto his loth-wolf. "A wolf mount? Really? Not very original."

"So, Eloise is your sister..."

"Twin sister."

"Funny. She never mentioned having a brother who picks fights with—"

Marcus' fist went flying toward Braze's nose before he even finished his sentence, hoping to knock the boy off his mount. Mali was coming in clutch, snapping at the loth-wolf's neck with its jagged teeth.

Braze​

 

[Driver]

Malachor V
Tags: Joseph Torson , Braze , Marcus Dinn

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Malachor was a dismal place to be stationed. Driver wasn't particularly fond of it, yet the SIA deemed it a good vantage point to keep an eye out for Sith activity in their satellite state outside of their territory. It was important, apparently, though the clone didn't much care. A job was a job, after all. Good soldiers followed orders, even if they were a bore.

Yet the ruins were lively today. A Jedi arrived, as did a Sith. Driver was able to ID the young Jedi, a certain Braze. The padawan of the former Sentinel of Harmony was certainly far from home, but that wasn't the real prize here. Underneath his holographic ghillie suit Driver could watch everything comfortably, hidden from sight. When a recon found itself wandering into his general area the clone sprung up like a trapdoor spider, grappling the drone and ripping off it's singular blaster barrel. He kept the camera facing away from his helmet insuring he wasn't seen.

"Well well well..." Driver muttered. "What have we here? Viska Autonomous Reconnaissance Drone, Nakaioma Defense Dynamics. Can't even produce your own drones, eh?"

Nakaioma tech wasn't in highly abundant use these days, especially after it had fallen out of favor in the Galactic Alliance. The Final Dawn, however? They wore Nakaioma tech on their sleeves. It was a surefire bet that the Dark Empire was skulking around. Things were finally starting to get exciting. Driver crushed the drone with his bare hands, ripping it apart. From there he activated his comms.

"Agent Driver to command, DE presence confirmed. Suspected Final Dawn assets present at Malachor V. Estimated numbers undetermined. Suspicion of valuable asset confirmed, requesting immediate backup. Over."

Driver sighed, getting to his feet. He let his visor linger on the ongoing battle between the Jedi and Sith. He should probably do something about that. Maybe he could run off the Sith and keep his cover. Task Force Y had prepared him for hunting force sensitives after all.

He drew his Big Iron and set off.

 

[Braze]

Marcus Dinn Driver Joseph Torson

As Marcus Dinn swung, aiming to deck the smug little brat, his fist collided with an invisible wall—a Force barrier—that stopped the blow cold. The impact was followed by his beast, Mali, lunging forward to snap at Braze's Loth-wolf, Specter. Braze, however, had prepared for this. A small trick he'd picked up from Kei Amadis .

In one swift motion, Braze activated the strange piece of jewelry he wore as a choker—the Lightveil Circlet. A brilliant flash erupted, flooding the area between Marcus and Mali with blinding light, surging with over 25,000 lumens. The brightness was accompanied by a pulse of Force Blinding, designed to overwhelm their senses.

Braze knew his Force barrier wouldn't hold under sustained pressure. He reached down, tugging gently at Specter's fur, silently signaling that it was time to go. His mind raced, hoping the dazzling light would throw Marcus into confusion, buying enough time for their escape.

"Never turn your back on a Sith without a plan," Braze reminded himself, keeping his movements swift but cautious. With Marcus potentially blinded and disoriented, Braze slipped into the ruins' shadowy passageways, hoping to put enough distance between them before the Sith could recover and give chase.

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[Joseph Torson]

W H A T_I S_A_L E G A C Y

DARK EMPIRE
MALACHOR V, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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From the bridge of the Obsidian Enforcer, Captain Torson watched from the live feed of the reconnaissance drone displayed on the hologram pod as Marcus Dinn threw the first punch against Braze, throwing his fist against Braze's face in a pre-emptive strike. However before Dinn's fist made impact with Braze's face, the live feed went down as the signal to the drone was lost. "What happened?" Torson inquired confused as to what happened. The main bay officer who was in charge of overseeing the reconnaissance drones among other craft within the Star Destroyer soon proceeded to offer a response. "We've lost the Drone's signal. It seems that it got destroyed by someone or something." the officer said.

"Send two more drones." Torson ordered. "Keep them far away from the ruins as high as possible above the ground. I do want that Padawan slipping under our radar." the Captain of the Red Right Hand added. Before long, two more reconnaissance drones were launched from the main ventral hangar of the Obsidian Enforcer as they raced towards the general vicinity of the last drone before it's destruction in order to keep an eye on Braze. This time however instead of remaining close to the ground amongst the ruins of the Sith Temple, they flew several hundred meters above ground hovering around the site where Braze and Marcus once stood within ready to fight one another. However when they arrived back to the Sith ruins, they only found Marcus with Braze having disappeared.

"It would appear we lost a visual on the target, Captain." the main bay officer said. Torson only sighed slightly annoyed at the situation before issuing new orders. "Send a third drone and begin scanning the area. The target couldn't have gone too far" he said. Before long a third reconnaissance drone had joined the other two above the ruins with all three soon beginning to search for Braze splitting up to cover different portions of the Sith Temple, moving swiftly and effectively but also methodically and with great caution as to avoid detection and prevent further disruptions from whomever had destroyed the first drone.

Tags | Braze | Driver | Marcus Dinn ​

 

[Marcus Dinn]

Marcus grinned. He expected resistance, and was ready to break down the barrier Braze had erected—

Harsh light seared his vision. He let out an angry cry, his swinging fists changing course to instinctively cover his eyes. What the hell was that? Some sort of device—?

He may not have escaped the light of the Circlet, but he did sense the attempt at blinding him further with the Force. But it was Mali's pained yelps that drove him into a true rage. Thrusting his open hand outward, he pushed violently against Braze's defenses, hammering his barrier again and again like a battering ram.

"Feth off!" he roared, the rock walls around him cracking and chipping as residual Force energies pummeled their edges.

It seemed his assault had worked a little too well. He could sense the boy fleeing, no doubt astride his wolf mount. Technically that was exactly what Marcus wanted: his foe on the backfoot, clearing the way for him to continue his search for the Trayus Academy. On the other hand, Marcus was now blinded, Mali was whimpering at his feet, and the Jedi had escaped.

Marcus reached down to soothe his pet. While she licked his hand, he cleared his head. Was his anger enough to push him into pursuit? No. Not only was he blinded, he was here for the Academy, nothing more. But he doubted the Jedi brat would just forget about him. If he hadn't already called for help, he likely would soon enough.

Drawing upon the Force to let him see without his eyes, Marcus headed deeper into the maze.

my dude you do realize 2,000 lumens is enough to permanently blind a human lmao Braze​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Marcus Dinn

Braze grimaced as Marcus's rage battered against his defenses, each strike like a hammer blow. The walls cracked and the air hummed with raw power, but Braze held firm—just long enough to move him and Specter away. It seemed his ploy had worked. Marcus was powerful, but Braze didn't need to win, just to survive. And survive he had.

Though the force of Marcus's assault had nearly shattered his barrier, Braze had managed to escape, slipping away in the chaos. He hadn't been entirely sure if what he needed was on this forsaken planet, but what he'd learned—was enough to piece together more of the puzzle. The sword was still out there, and now he had a better idea of where to find it.

Still, this wasn't the place to stay. A world crawling with Sith and warriors like Marcus was no sanctuary. He needed to regroup, get back to Aether, and plan his next move. For now, survival was all that mattered.

With a final glance at the crumbling rock walls, still vibrating with Marcus's fury, Braze turned and made for his ship.

 

[Joseph Torson]

W H A T_I S_A_L E G A C Y

DARK EMPIRE
MALACHOR V, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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As Braze made a run for his ship, one of the three drones spotted him soon displaying it's live feed to the Obsidian Enforcer as it observed the developing situation from it's position in the skies above the Sith ruins. "We have a visual Captain" the main bay officer said right as the live feed of the hologram pod in front of Torson switched from a live map of the Sith ruins to Braze heading towards his ship. "It seems he's trying to escape." the main bay officer said. "And yet he had the audacity to call the Warlord a coward." Torson remarked. From underneath his helmet Torson gave a malicious grin before further speaking up. "Let's give the Jedi brat some encouragement against his opponent." he said. "Sir?" the main bay officer said somewhat confused.

"Do you have the coordinates to Braze's ship?" Torson asked. "Yes, the drones have already fed back that information to the bridge" the main bay officer replied. "Good." Torson said, leaving the hologram pod to head towards the main portion of the bridge, walking all the way to the viewports to look down on the barren planet of Malachor V. "Lock onto Braze's Ship and fire three shots from our megamaser battery." the Captain ordered. He was determined to ensure that Braze wouldn't leave this world at least not without a good fight. It was best to force Braze and Marcus to fight each other and then while they were exhausted, swoop in to finish the job with Braze. While destroying Braze's ship might expose their presence in the area it would still be hard to find them considering the Obsidian Enforcer was still hidden underneath it's visual cloak and the advanced stealth systems.

Just as Captain Torson ordered, a single turret megamaser battery soon adjusted it's aim with the coordinates provided by the drones and once it was in position it fired three powerful shots at Braze's Ship with the intent of destroying it and keeping the Jedi brat stranded on the planet with his Sith opponent.

Tags | Braze | Marcus Dinn | Driver ​

 

[Zalia Vexhammer]

Tags: Joseph Torson | Braze | Marcus Dinn | Driver

//Status: Providing Overwatch//

While the vast expanse of rock and mountain was devoid of movement, there would be a singular rifle barrel poking out from seemingly nowhere, manifesting into existence as the buzzing of digital displays zooming in and out would hum over the howling winds of the landscape. Zalia was comfortably placed higher up in her holographic ghillie suit, her stout but short form paired with her agility and natural talent for climbing made clambering up the vertical mountainsides an easy task. She had been thankful, being so far from life was surprisingly relaxing, even if Malachor V wasn't a pleasant world to be on.

Driver's request for assistance wasn't without justification however, given the natural hostility of both the world and how close it was to... non-GA territory. It was only natural for another element to be providing backup or at least be in atmosphere for emergencies. As Driver had been getting much closer to the target area, Vex kept a distance away in order for both to maintain a low profile.

She'd adjust her posture, delicately withdrawing a hand to place over the commlink on her ear, speaking in her plain, deadpan voice. Driver's commlink would come to life.

"Agent 1-1, I'm your Agent 1-2. I have eyes on you." She'd gently pivot the rifle, bringing the scope to observe the ruins, the landscape, the sky- before it all swung back around, a dizzying amount of speed suddenly brought to a halt at the sight of a singular drone moving through the landscape. There was a nagging in the back of her brain, a suspicion, whoever sent these was being thorough in their search. Had the enemy already found their target? Were there more drones? A full sector sweep? "Be warned, I'm seeing another drone in the AO." A finger suddenly reached the trigger as her pupils narrowed in a predatory fashion, like a feral animal she was ready to strike her target and-

A bright light shined against the landscape. Why were the clouds emitting a powerful ray of light? An unnatural color, as if...

Orbital bombardment. "Agent 1-1 we have a problem." Zalia's voice was noticeably tense. "Get down, bombardment incoming. I repeat, bombardment incoming, hit the floor now."

 

[Driver]

Malachor V
Tags: Braze , Marcus Dinn , Zalia Vexhammer , Joseph Torson

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"Agent 1-1 we have a problem." Zalia's voice was noticeably tense. "Get down, bombardment incoming. I repeat, bombardment incoming, hit the floor now."

"Chit..."

There was no shot that the Final Dawn had wasted their assets coming out here for just one kid, right? He turned on his heat sensor to follow Braze through the flash of light he had made, and sure enough as Driver found his way to the starship of the boy he saw the flash of light from orbit. Driver would not be getting down just yet. Instead he rushed the padawan, tackling back into the cover of the ruins and shielding him with his body.

"Keep you're head down, kid!" Driver ordered. "Cover your ears!"

Three energy and kinetic hybrid rounds would pelt the surrounding area, sounding off with violent tremors and miniature shock-waves. The clone remained composed as he prepared for their next course of action. When the noise died down he was back on the comms.

"Agent 1-2, neutralize that drone. They're using them to find ground targets in the ruins. See that they can't."

A stealth ship in orbit all for one kid? What the hell was even going on here? Never in his ten years within the SIA had Driver encountered something so irrational. The man let out an exhale and turned his helmeted head back to the young Echani.

"What's your status, Jedi?" he asked.

 

[Aculia Voland]

No one expects the New Imperial Inquisition!
(RIP meant to post as Tella, see here for abilities, etc).​

Fix your mistake, daughter, and remember, no amount of our goodwill will see make the arrogant Jedi of this era see as anything more than just your regular-run-of-the-mill Imperials, no matter how nice we act. Not until they are humbled. And there is one in need of such humbling.

The assignment had been bittersweet for Tella, as helping the young Jedi Braze survive a confrontation in which he almost would have certainly died had allowed him to mature into something of a threat, and more importantly, a symbol, of anti-Imperial authority, which she cared less about, and more importantly anti-Empire of the Lost authority, which she did care about, given it was the only stable entity that would give her and her family shelter. In many aspects it was similar to the way that she and the other fledging members of the Empire had handled the Jonyna situation-do not try to finish her off even though she attacked first, recall her bounty, but none of that seemed to matter. The Galactic Alliance still treated them like trash, likely pressured by the very same Jedi they had shown mercy to. An important lesson, one which had been learned.

Tracking Braze had not been particularly difficult, given that they had noted his ship on Ossus and added it to the long-range scanners, and that the pompous Padawan had crossed near to Imperial space in order to get to Malachor in the first place, enabling an even easier time with the NISB's advanced long range tracking techniques. It was then a matter of simply dispatching Tella to deal with him and bring him back before the Grand Inquisitor for a "debriefing".

Even before landing on the desolate world in her lone Black Osprey transport, stealth systems fully engaged, she had already suppressed her presence in the Force to virtually nothing, and by the time she carefully exited it, leaving it cloaked, she had already enhanced this to a sight, sound blocking shield. To mask her scent, since NISB intelligence had recorded in their extensive surveillance of Braze that he had a loth-wolf pet, she had washed thoroughly and applied a mixture of masking agents to throw off the canine's sense of smell.

Of course, there were drawbacks as she had to rely on the Force to sense and make her way around since bending light and sound meant neither could reach her either, but that was the price of maintaining an effective Force cloak.

She wondered why the Jedi or Sith usually did not bother to make it a habit to suppress their presence as she passed by his ship, heading further down into the ruined complex to find a place on the return route he had to pass by in order to come back, rather than try to hunt him down through the entire way. She figured it must be, ultimately, due to pride-after all, why learn to hide when you were the dominant forces in the galaxy? Better to show off, right?

Still, that was the advantage that her mother had taught and drilled into her during her exile, and one that would be useful today. Finding a relatively large chamber that he would have to pass through, she sat down and began to meditate behind a strong, sturdy rectangular piece of ruins as that helped reduced the strain of holding her sight and sound shield, making sure she chose a location that was upwind of where Braze and his pet would come to further throw off the beast's sense of smell. Quietly, she waited for the Padawan to come by, formulating an ambush plan in her head as she did so. From what she sensed, he would be here soon.

While she waited, meditating and opening her senses to the Force, she became aware of a few things. First, the megamaser blasts from orbit on the Jedi's ship-which she prioritized as she was relatively nearby. Thankfully, the heavy ruins she was behind shielded her from most of the blast and did not require her to adjust much. Second, much to her irritation, a non-Force Sensitive appeared and tackled Braze, complicating her ambush plan somewhat-but providing an opportunity. While he was down, the wolf, the main problem, was open to attack. And that is when she struck.

Coming around the corner after the third blast had settled, but still with the clone atop Braze limiting his movements and concentration, she dropped the suppression, light, and sound shields, and threw up a powerful blast of Force lightning with both hands-not at the clone or at Braze, both of whom were still prone due to the tackle, but at the loth-wolf. If she could kill it or damage it enough so that it could no longer assist, she would be free to enter back into stealth as she saw fit.

 

[Braze]

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Gear

Sabers: Training lightsaber [Normal] | Gauntlet Shield [Katar + Shield] | Corsage [Dueling Foil +Gun] | Calypso [Hand an a half + Board Saber] | Sentry [Parrying Dagger] | Requiem [Light Foil] | Echo [Two handed with Crossguard] | Resurgence [Two handed with Crossguard] | Whirlwind [Chin Kama] | Twilight [Polearm] | Nightshade [Throwing Knives]

Crystals:Amplification | Serenity | Phantom Ghostfire | Frostheart | Entropite | Tiger's Fang | Mindshatter | Echos | Mestare
Melee: Knife

Ranged:
Guns & Bows: Fang |G.O.O. Gun | Phantom |
Thowing : GA- E.G.G.S.


Equipped Gear: Lightveil Circlet | Charms x3 | Ring | Amulate | Brace -Left Arm | FFS- Utility Belt | Light Armor [Integrated in to armor | Boots | Gauntlets | Mask | ]

Other Items: | Survival Kit |

Ships: Ashwing - Starfighter

As Specter sprinted for the Phantom Ray, Braze tapped his comm urgently, trying to connect to Aether aboard the Phantomray.

"Aether!—I'm under attack by a Sith! Need immediate evac, requesting assistan—"

Before he could finish, Braze was tackled hard into the ground. Driver had blindsided him, pulling him into cover just as the sky above lit up with deadly intent. His comm tumbled from his grasp, cutting off his desperate call for help.

"Keep you're head down, kid!" Driver ordered. "Cover your ears!"

Driver ordered, his armored body shielding Braze as the ground quaked from the blast of the first Mega Maser shot.

Meanwhile, on the ground, not exceptionally far from Braze, Aether of the Iron Order was seated in the pilot's seat of the Phantomray, remained perfectly still, fully integrated into the ship's systems. His Shard consciousness melded seamlessly with the starfighter's controls, giving him a level of control that no organic could match. The advanced droid body he inhabited allowed him to manipulate the ship with terrifying ease.

The Phantomray was nestled behind a series of large ruins, cloaked and silent, its systems partially integrated with Aether's consciousness. His connection to the ship was terrifyingly seamless, far beyond anything an organic pilot could achieve. The ship was not just a tool to him—it was an extension of his being.

His sensors detected the Mega Maser targeting the ship, and an urgent warning flashed through his systems. In an instant, Aether disengaged the safeties of the Phantomray—something no organic pilot would dare without serious risk. Aether, however, was no organic; the limitations of flesh did not bind him.

With a thought, the starfighter launched into a hyper-precise evasive maneuver, moving at an almost impossible angle to dodge the first Mega Maser shot. The G-forces generated by the sudden, violent motion would have shredded an organic body, but Aether handled it with terrifying ease, his droid form and the ship's systems in perfect sync.

As he twisted the Phantomray through the ruins, the second shot landed nearby, shaking the ground but missing its target. Aether, undeterred, began transmitting a distress signal back to Strill Securities, ( Nyles Kote )one of their allies in home territory space. His message was short but clear: "Azure Phoenix under heavy attack—requesting immediate assistance! Sith forces engaged. One stealth-capable capital ship in orbit, currently bombarding from range. Transmitting coordinates. "

Aether scanned quickly, calculating possible outcomes, but the shot connected. He didn't need the Force to feel the destruction.

"What's your status, Jedi?" he asked.

Braze, still on the ground under Driver's protective cover, grimaced as he felt the shockwave of destruction.

Before Braze could respond, they both felt it—a cold, creeping darkness in the Force. The oppressive, unmistakable presence of a Sith was approaching. Braze's hand instinctively went to his lightsaber, but the real threat emerged from behind—the dangerous predator in the shadows.

Tella had made her move.

Aether, now fully engaged, maneuvered the Phantomray through the upper atmosphere, trying to dodge further attacks while scanning for a safe location to extract Braze. He knew time was running out, and the Mega Maser wouldn't be the only danger they faced.

As the Force lightning crackled through the air, Specter sensed the danger but had no time to evade. The searing energy struck him, sending raw pain through his body. Trembling, he yelped but remained standing, his bond with Braze and Force sensitivity giving him the strength to resist. Though burned and scorched, Specter's tenacity held firm. Growling low, he positioned himself protectively near Braze, ready to defend him despite his injuries. He would not fall so easily.

When Braze saw Specter struck by the Force lightning, a surge of shock and fury overwhelmed him. The pain in their Force bond threatened to break his focus, but he fought to stay calm, knowing the danger of giving in to anger. His grip tightened on his lightsaber as he called out to Specter, seeing the wolf still standing despite the attack. With the Sith nearby and his ship no where in sight, Braze knew they were running out of time. Stepping between Specter and the enemy, he steadied himself, drawing on the light side of the Force. "Stay with me, buddy," he muttered, ready to defend his friend at all costs. He Drew a circle of fire that sprung up around himself Specter and Driver. "This is bad. " Braze said briefly to Driver as he ignited his Light Shield and Requiem .

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[Driver]

Malachor V
Tags: Braze , Tella Voland , Zalia Vexhammer , Joseph Torson

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It all happened so terribly fast. As they took cover from the incoming bombardment the air crackled with energy, force lightning hitting the boy's canine companion from a new assailant. Driver got to his feet, his helmet locking onto the heat signature of Tella. A wall of fire would raise up around them, presumably created by the Jedi.

"This is bad. " Braze said briefly to Driver as he ignited his Light Shield and Requiem .

"This is a Tuesday," Driver muttered.

The clone leapt through the flames, spinning the chamber of his Big Iron to change the ammunition type, a few of which he had preloaded. The fire licked his coat as he landed on the other side, slug thrower raised at the new hostile. He had hunted Sith for the SIA after the Maw war. This was his bread and butter. He wasted no time firing his first shot, the chamber of the Big Iron ringing out violently. A Hel-Class Bio Slug emerged from the barrel, a titanium round that encased a sludge with a particularly nasty affinity for consuming bio material. The recoil staggered the agent for a moment, his feet digging into the dirt.

A soldier was a being of instinct. On the drop of a hat they were called to dive head first into flames. Driver drew the Vibrosword from his back, the blade beginning to crackle with electricity as he stood down the newly-arrived force sensitive.

The future was wild. His brothers would never have believed any of this.