What're You Doing In My Swamp? | First Order Invasion of Galactic Alliance Held Dagobah Hex

[Roth Tillian]

[member="Cathul Thuku"] @Lothkra Dawning [member="Mazik Stazi"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Mathieu Bahreiko"] [member="Allyson Locke"] @Jyooti Nooran​

[member="Robogeber"] [member="The Major"]​

12 Dauntless ​

12 Phantasms with proton rockets and detonite slugs​

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One more pass around the ship. Roth broadcast the thought to his squadron as he pulled his X-wing in tight around the hull of the cruiser. Disable those mines. As the squadron of fighters cut around the aft of the Allegiance, they opened fire with laser canons into the rapidly deploying mine-fields. The lasers cut through the mines, detonating those that hit and the resulting debris impacted against the other mines. Yet, they weren't the other ones. Other Allied weapon systems hammered into the mine-field.

The Phantasms, meanwhile arced around at the edge of the shield envelope.

"Knight One, we're starting our next attack run. Soften up their engines if you can."

"Copy, Eclipse One." Roth cut the throttle on his fighter and pulled the controls to change direction. For a moment, the ship coasted on inertia, before he pushed the throttle forward again to send the fighter back in the opposite direction.

Alliance fire exploded against the molecular shield and it flickered as it absorbed the energy. That was something that he would need to keep an eye on. If it went down, he would need to be in cover. Nothing quite as terrible as friendly fire.

As he rolled up to lock the engines in his sights, he primed the ion cannons and squeezed the trigger. Ion bolts arced towards the ship's aft and as the squadron cut straight ahead, ducking beneath the assembled shipyards to put cover between them and the enemy cruiser, the Phantasms circled back around and each one launched a proton rocket at the engine sector.

They too sped underneath the shipyards and broke away, circling around with them massive structures between them and the enemy ships.

New targets- frigates in atmosphere.

The ships darted into the atmosphere as the shipyards kept between them and the enemy fleet. Mist enshrouded instantly and clouds racked with lightning. The comms went on the fritz as soon as they hit atmospheric interference.

Heading to designated coordinates. Stay loose. Don't want any collisions.

The twelve fighters spread out, jostled by the storms as they sped towards the main battlezone.

 

[Lyra Sunfell]

[member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Nuuc Lapt"] [member="Kip Hollaran"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]​

[member="Luther Ando"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] @FN-6767 [member="Kayrce"] [member="FN-2826"] [member="Alec Sienar"] [member="Kyli DT-6767"] [member="Rolf Amsel"]​

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Lyra glowered as raindrops began pattering against the tree. Lightning rumbled above, followed by a clap of thunder that was still dwarfed by the ship crashing into the planet. Another shape, this time lit by a glow, hurtled through the atmosphere. Another ship? It was the only thing that she could think of as being big enough for that. The rain started to fall harder and she slipped down out of the look-out post and into the command complex beneath the island.

Patrols were switching out as one squad returned, begrimed with mud and blood. Wounds were bandaged up in makeshift battlefield fashion as the field medics hurried them deeper into the tunnels.

Rivulets of rain ran down the side of the tunnel and dripped onto the woman's armor as she entered the command center. Comm techs hurried about, headphones pressed to their ears as they processed code through the interference and relayed information.

One of them looked up with a start.

"Captain! Scouts reported a First Order repulsor tank near the region where the 75th's patrols went missing."

"Keep them on it!" Lyra called. "But stay out of range. Get us a location for Imp forces."

Lyra paced back and forth, rubbing her hands along her arms to get them warmed up. It was getting chilly as the storm bank moved in. Agonizing minutes passed as they waited.

"Got them!" The tech scribbled something onto a datapad and brought it over to Lyra. "Can't get a clear view of what it was. Too much risk of being sighted by sentries."

"Good work," Lyra took the datapad and studied the coordinated. "Pull the scouts back."

"Aye, captain," the response came as the comms officer hurried back to their station to send the message. The scouts would fall away from the perimeter as fire-teams, leap-frogging away from the enemy presence.

Lyra pulled up a map of the planet and studied the coordinates. They didn't have anything exactly close to that position, which was fine. That was what the Jairdain's were for. Proton bomb equivalent mortars. As an infantry soldier, she had a deep love for such portable explosive devices. Made her job so much more easier. Why wait for air support when she could carry it around with her?

An aide came over to her and Lyra handed over the coordinates.

"Have the gunners concentrate all mortar fire on this location. Cover a one hundred meter area within the area."

"Confirmed!"

The aide hurried off, climbing up out of the tunnels to the camouflaged mortar pits. There was a pause in the incessant sound of mortar fire as the crews recalibrated the guns. It took a few minutes, in which the silence of the heavy guns felt strange. Soon enough, however, the popping of the projectiles once again echoed across the lake as the guns continued their salvos, lobbing heavy explosive shells towards the sighted enemy location.

Where there was one tank, there would be more, and where there were tanks, there would be infantry, and likely supplies.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Stall the Dark Side
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Mishel Noren"], [member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member="Stephanie Swail"], [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Margaret the Grey"], @Tiland
Enemies: [member="Therran Graush"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Varas Kyrel"], [member="Kayrce"]

Time to get to work. Coren was weary but no worse for wear. The assistance from others was very welcome. Having [member="Ever Dawnracer"] and [member="Jak Sandrow"] nearby helped. They understood what the mission was, and far as he could tell, they were all on the same side. Both for the war effort and morally speaking. The Force was around him, and he needed it, especially with the emerald lightning he had sent the way of the Sith near him. He was hoping to slow the Sith down, to sap the energy, but since he had been training with the Jedi, years after leaving the Lords of the Fringe and turning his focus to the light side of the Force, drain was out of his reach.

Locked off, either mentally or physically.

But the way of using the Force just changed, and his thought process had to adjust. He was a member of the New Jedi Order, and that meant taking the fight to the dark side, and stepping on equal ground. There was no ‘winning’ the light side. It was just a state of mind. The light side served life, and if you had to be a bit more intense with life, so be it.

Dagobah was a world of life, a world of darkness, a world of light, and a world of conflict. It belonged to no one and everyone. But the Ren and Sith that were stepping foot on it were perverse, bending the Force and life to their will, abusing and destroying it. Leaving them on this world would not do anything in the galaxy any good. His mental monologue was not without action. The man was watching where the Sith was, the one he was throwing lightning at, and he could feel the Force changing.

The lightning was changing, and coming back. The Starchaser’s blue eyes gleamed with purpose as the lightning was coming back to him, charged by the wound on the planet. Reaching out with the Force and preparing to weave the dark side out of the lightning, the Corellian was not expecting the sheer concussive energy to it. Moving the focus from his hands to his full aura, Coren was leaning forward, into the lightning, burns hitting his armor and exposed wounds as he was pushed back. Eyes glared as he pressed back, pulling and grounding the lightning.

With his composure regained, he could feel more entering the fray, and he could feel the new use of the Force around him. The speed. He reached out to find who it was, Mishel Noren. Interesting. Eyes glowing not in a sickly yellow, but the same blue they had always been, just full of the Force. He nodded to Mishel and stood up. The barrier he was putting out was glowing more firm that ever, excess Force energy still sparking off of him.

“This world is not meant for you.” He said, clearly and loudly as the Force began erupting off of him. This was a power he had only read about, something the old Jedi had managed, but was not seen as often as it should be. Force Light was a power that could hit dark siders, and dark side manifestations and weaken and remove it. Rolling off of him, ripples of the light side carried across the battlefield, strengthened by the life and peace found in the swamps, and rolling over the dark side, working to push it back. To show the galaxy just what a Jedi Master could do.

Elsewhere, explosions were going off, near the caves. A crackle from the comms came on, seeking out the response that [member="Jyoti Nooran"] was looking for. “Hornet is busy. But… dark siders are closing in. Just follow the explosions.” Came the wet basic of a Sullustan voice.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Mishel Noren"]​

[member="Ara Zambrano"] [member="Elensa Jari"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Varas Kyrel"]​

RIP [member="Emilia Ravel"]​

He felt the life depart from the woman as clearly as he saw her stop breathing. His shoulders slumped, but a wry smile spread across his face. The others quickly vanished as they disappeared into the jungle. Such was the will of the Force. But his business here was not yet done. No, the Dark and the Light surged around him. The old Jedi leaned over the woman's body and gently made sure her eyes were closed. He crossed her arms across her body and draped some greenery over the body.

"Be at peace," he whispered, "You are one with the Force now. Be free of pain and of sorrow."

With that, he stood, brushing the mud from his robes, although it hardly made a difference. Staff in hand, he picked his way through the mud around the melee before him. There, for several moments, he stood watching.

Young Starchaser was embracing the Light fully now. The monk nodded and smiled as waves of Light began to ripple off the man. He knelt, nestled among the roots of a massive tree. Its steady presence, even older than he was, steadied him and Tiland stretched his consciousness out, embracing the tree. He felt every trickle of water, every pore of leaf. He stretched even further, pulling in the other trees. They were strong, deeply rooted and thick trunked, and he leaned on them. He wove strands of the Force around himself, between him and Coren, between the undergrowth, between the fish lurking in the swamp water, between himself and the Ren, between and every living thing that he could sense within their broader vicinity.

The world tingled with life in a way unlike any other planet that he had visited. He wore the Force, its Light brilliant as a supernova, around him like a cloak. As Force Light rolled off from Coren, Tiland met the energy and basked in it. The energy fed back into the jungle around him and cycled through the web of energy back into him.

His staff shone with a brilliant light, piercing fog and murk, as it amplified Coren's energy and force. The Light continued to grow in intensity as he channeled it into the wood, until it filled the entire crater with the Light Side.

Even the cave that he could feel tugging at him, whispering at him to devour everyone around them, and embrace his heritage. The Light pushed against it, burning fiercer than life itself, and pushed its influence back and away.

Whatever the Dark strove for, Life, and Light, would find a way.

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

Tanasuki Yumi

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Enemies:[member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Varas Kyrel"] [member="Therran Graush"] [member="Emilia Ravel"] [member="Rolf Amsel"]
Allies: [member="Ever Dawnracer"] [member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Marl"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

Objective: -engaging [member="Kayrce"]-
Post: 5

Making his way through the swamp towards the group of troopers aimed for [member="Stephanie Swail"] his movements probably being more silent and shrouded the he had thought, the Inferno Trooper not giving him a glance as the began to relocate among the fiery battle field. The sound of battle most likely covering any notice made by his movement, the soft bark of the jungle tree crunching under foot with each step, himself feeling like a predator of sorts, tracking it's new found prey, which in all honesty was not incorrect.

Continuing to bound from tree to tree Tana kept close track on the Imperial trooper, there movement quick, sticking to cover with each small dash, definitely a professional with a lot of combat experience. The question was where were they headed? such a question was answered upon Tana realizing they where teaming up with the cpresent First Order troopers, intent on finishing of Swail once and for all, "not on my watch".

As the trooper took aim Tana leapt from the trees, jumping in from of the blaster bolt sent Sawils way, swinging his duel blades around, several sharp zap like sound echoing about as he deflected the attack away from himself and Swail, the Jin now pointing his blades in a defensive stance as the Inferno Trooper. As of now Tana was his fellow Jedi Padawans back, preventing the flanking maneuver they where trying to pull, "Are you okay Swail's"? he asked, keeping a stern gaze on the other troopers, knowing full well that some of the enemy attacks had hit her on some way not long ago.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Approaching Airspace over Cave of Evil
Objective: Support ground forces in vicinity.
Allies: GA and friends ([member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"])
Opposition: FO and friends ([member="Ara Zambrano"] [member="[/SIZE][SIZE=12px]Elensa Jari"])
Directly Engaging: Anyone I find in the cave when I get there.

Unlike her connection to Kaili, she couldn’t read Jyoti’s emotions like she could the Talith girl. So, she took the General’s words as the truth and headed towards the hanger that held her favorite type of X-Wing. The machine had grown in her heart, it reminded her of Arisa for some odd reason. Shaking her head of distant memories, she climbed into the cockpit and registered the machine to her call number. Settling in, she placed her helmet back on her head and finished the pre-flight checklist, only really focusing on the essentials. There was no time to waste they had to get somewhere and fast. Gaining their clearance, Allyson frowned in her cockpit as Jyoti assumed the role of Rogue Leader.

Radio silence between them didn’t last long as they headed towards the source of the explosions, which was low and behold the lovely Dark Cave or whatever the Jedi liked to call it. Allyson shook her head as she opened a private comm call with the supposed Rogue Leader. “What’s with you and wanting to be my superior officer eh?” A light-hearted laugh followed the comment, Ally needed to remain light hearted for the most part. Jyoti seemed out of it back at the shuttle, no reason to remain down and feed whatever Sith were around any misery.

Drawing closer, Allyson hesitated on firing any weapons upon the cave. There could be friendlies on the inside so she made sure she remained on Jyoti’s flank. Waiting for any orders, she knew that they were either landing and going in on foot, or they were going to carpet bomb this place. Hornet made contact, but it wasn’t much to go on. It frustrated Allyson, but she knew there was a lot more than their little mission going on here. Shaking her head, she looked to the General.

“We going in on foot or going to risk firing the X-wings? This place really creeps me out Jyoti. Uh, I mean Rogue Leader.”

 

[Ever Dawnracer]

Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Jak Sandrow"]
Enemies: [member="Therran Graush"]
Gear: Dawnracer's Gaiter, JSA-VAR, Ranger Armor, Ranger Blaster Stave, Ranger Scutum

Yet again her shot did nothing. Why was she surprised? These guys could make anything do anything they wanted. She grumbled after peeking over Jak's wall and seeing the enemy and Starchaser going at it. Because of this, she decided that she was going to stop trying to shoot him for now. She clipped the slugthrower back to her belt and reached around to draw her staff instead. A change in tactic was in order with the current situation. Also meant a change for Jak most likely.

She rose from her spot and grumbled about her back hurting. While she hadn't wanted to do it, she pulled a stim from a pouch on her belt and stabbed it into her thigh, injecting it into her blood stream where it could do it's thing. It wouldn't fix whatever was wrong from the initial attack she'd faced, but it would at least ease the pain and allow her to continue fighting. Maybe some of their allies didn't want to, but she did. She wanted to kill all of the Imperials that had dared to come to Dagobah.

"Jak, just focus on helping Starchaser," she said as she activated her shield again. "I'm going to do something stupid."

With that, she ran past him and around the side of his barrier opposite from the way Starchaser had done. With her gaiter largely as defense against the Force, and her shield at the ready in front of her, she ran towards Therran at the same time as a bright light started to filter from Starchaser. She switched her HUD to heat vision so she wouldn't be blinded, and continued on her way. Sometimes technology was beneficial.

As she moved, she activated the electrostaff side of her weapon. If he turned away from Starchaser, she aimed to catch him in a bind.

 

[Armand Temi]

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Objective: Duel [member="Mishel Noren"]
Location: Near the Cave of Evil [Dropship crash wreckage]
Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Therran Graush"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="The Major"] @Karyce [member="Ara Zambrano"] @whoeverismissing
Enemies: Galactic Alliance [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Ever Dawnracer"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Qymaen sil Jurai"] [member="Jak Sandrow"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"] [member="Stephanie Swail"], @whoeverismissing

Twin scarlet sabres humming in the dark mist like two beacons of the hope Varas felt when she thought about the First Order ruling the galaxy. And her father’s love and acceptance, something that had always been just out of her reach.

They were omniscient and indestructible together. Or so it seemed.

Varas knew that Mishel was a broken creature much like her. But she and Kyrel had never discussed exactly what had happened to the Disciple. And whatever journey she was on had taken her to the light, though she was still wild and unpredictable.

And could that be exploited?

At the end of her father’s tirade, she caught the morsel of information that would make her act: “Synchronize. Move as one by fighting together we have a clear advantage against our enemy then apart." Behind Mishel, two more Jedi appeared through the fog - a human and a togruta. The Jedi Master stepped up, twirling his saber, hurling insults at the Ren. And as though the darkside cave had manifested them itself, Varas could feel more Ren closing in on their location to aid in the fight.

She watched Mishel speed away and finally shouted: “Remember that day you brought me to my knees in training?”

As she leapt into the air, she heard explosions and felt a great disturbance in the Force. Something was very wrong. She could feel the darkside energy pulling away from the area, but her aim was clear. It had to be.

There were far too many Jedi to not be victorious.

“Father now!”

Using enhanced speed and brute strength, Varas flung herself at Mishel, saber high, ready to crash into her and have Kyrel follow up with an immediate attack, however something tugged at her, causing her to lose focus. Her mind slowing, she considered spinning away, even locating a small patch of mud to land in, but like an asteroid careening into a lush and populated planet, the Knight was on a collision course with the teenager, and if she did not parry Varas’s saber the two women would clash with such intense Force power it might actually kill them both.

"ON YOUR KNEES!"

 

[Taheera Sollo]

Location: Swamps #mobileposting
Objective: defend, protect, follow the will of the force
Allies: GA
Enemies: FO, [member="Asharad Graush"]

She'd taken a risk and left herself open for attack. She found her strength in different ways than this Sith. Grace was strength. Forgiveness was strength. Patience was strength. She would bend like the tall grasses around the swamp but she would not break. Her body, maybe. But not what she stood for.

There was strength in submission. And now, she would submit to the will of the force. There was a point when she would've recoiled at this call. Why submit? She could fight. She could run. She could save herself. Maybe a few years ago she wouldn't even have heard the force whisper to her like it was now. She would've rebelled. But she was changed. Different. She was ready.

Some said they could still feel Jedi Master Yoda's presence on the planet. Perhaps old tales. But for a moment, Taheera imagined she wasn't alone. She wasn't alone in the pain she was about to feel.

Body shifted just slightly. A small cry of agony left her purple lips as his staff bit through armor and into the top of her thigh. It didn't go all the way through, thanks to the armor but it was deep enough to pierce bone. Her staff dropped into the mud and her green palms quickly wrapped around his weapon, strength from the force mixed with pain surging through her limbs. For a second she would hold the weapon and him, potentially captive as she yanked it out before sinking to her knees in front of his giant form.

There was emptiness in his path. She knew from experience. When he got to the end and achieved all he'd set out to do, then what? The force was telling her to submit. And so she would. Through the pain. Through the torn flesh and shattered bone.

"No," she whispered. "I don't expect you to do anything but see there's MORE."

With a sudden burst of strength and probably her last, her form suddenly became a blaze of scalding force light. A pulse in the darkness that would light up the swamp for miles. It would shoot through the canopy and layers of fog. Perhaps even the darkside nexus would cringe and shift away for a flicker of a second.

Because the darker the night, made the light shine all the brighter.

 

[Samka Derith]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Dagobah Bog[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Allies: The First Order[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: The Galactic Alliance - [member="Veino Garn"][/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]The Ren raised a single [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]sceptical[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] brow as she listened to the Jedi respond to her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Tell me something, were you dropped[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] as a child, Master Jedi?” She asked the man flatly. “Was the damage irreversible? Because these delusions are extreme even by your standards.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Here he stood in a nexus of the Dark Side, a planet whose Dark power had been enough to hide Jedi Masters and claimed to draw on a Light equal to her Dark. It was beyond her comprehension.[/SIZE]

“Let me give you a lesson,” [SIZE=11pt]the young girl beamed in such a manner that would be bright were it in another scenario, here it was bitter. “This entire world is shaped by the Dark Side, the plants and animals are swollen, mutated and [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]emboldened[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] by its presence. Nature fights itself for survival. The trees climb to the top for the fleeting traces of sunlight one can find in this pit, taking all that they can and leaving other plants to starve. The vines throttle the life from the trees as they too seek nutrients to sustain themselves while the animals fight to evolve their way to the top of the food chain where they can terrorize their competition. It’s fuelled by a constant struggle of death,” Samka’s gaze flickered to the body the Galactic Empire’s Stormtrooper her former apprentice had so grotesquely posed earlier. “War fuels it. As the Empire and the Alliance burned together, the Dark grows ever stronger, feasting off their ends.” Samka Derith smiled, a smile which broke into a faint sinister chuckle. “And it’s all for me!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Finally the Ren began to move, she paced to and fro on the spot like a caged animal regarding its prey. “As for what I am, that’s a need to know basis and I’m afraid you don’t need to know. I rather like my secrets but you don’t need to concern yourself with my masters,” there was a coy shrug of the girl’s shoulders as she spoke, the movement lightly bopping the serpent resting on her. There was only one man who stood above her in hierarchy now and his name was Sieger Ren but there was no reason to clue the Jedi in on just high value a target she was.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The others were on the move, securing their objective and in a deadly brawl while she did what? She stood amongst the bog conversing with a stubborn enemy. He wasn’t going to move and she was wasting time. As perhaps the most powerful of the Order of Ren on this planet, her skills could tip the balance so the sooner this pest was removed, the better.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Only a satisfied grin and flash of danger in her eyes gave away that it was her time to make a move. She darted not for the Jedi but for the trees with the speed and agility only an acrobat could offer. It was not yet time to draw her weapon, instead she circled through the canopy, darting from branch to branch as she sought to confuse the Jedi, masking her presence among the Dark here.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Off-putting giggling echoed through the trees above her foe, not coming from any clear source, as she sought the opportune position to strike her foe.[/SIZE]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

LOCATION: Swamps outside Fort Nemo, Dagobah
OBJECTIVE: Repel the First Order – hold the line
ALLIES: The Galactic Alliance and allies in vicinity - : [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member=Marl] | [member="Tiland Kortun"]
ENEMIES: The First Order and allies in vicinity - [member=Kayrce] | [member="The Major"]

Stephanie’s eyes glared at the First Order trooper in the dirt, her saber held out to keep them at bay. So much so it was down to [member="Tanaski Yumi"] acting for the greater good and with a selfless heart that kept the blaster bolts from striking her abdomen.

The glow of the Padawan’s sabers cast a familiar glow around the boggy ground, and Stephanie was comforted by his support.

"Thank you Tanaski, but it’s not over yet – we have to stop them advancing!"

She stood back to back with the fellow Padawan as the rain fell.

"You." Her voice aimed at the First Order trooper - [member="Rolf Amsel"] – yards away from her on the ground. "Call your unit off and pull out of this area, this planet and this system!"

Tanaski was on borrowed time as there was another trooper leading units out there in the midst, and it was only a matter of time before one side could get the leverage to push the others back. The First Order were here to conquer; the Alliance was here to defend. Stephanie had to defend with all her might.

"You are not in danger, and I will not harm you if you comply."

She half-turned her head to the Padawan.

"Stretch out with your feelings– they’re flanking us. The second enough time has been wasted in their eyes, they’ll strike. We have to stop them advancing!"

 

[LT-137]

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Location: Dagobah -> Swamps (Location Unknown.)
Primary Objective: Search and Rescue.
Secondary Objective: Advanced Reconnaissance.
Allies: The First Order, The Golden Company.
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance.
Equipment: See NPC unit Submission.
Complement: Two Phaethon-Class Gunships, and One Sun Guard 'Legion.'

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There were no words, or mantras, which echoed through his mind after having wrenched the sundered armour plating free. Only the blinding pain pervaded his every thought, and the instinctual drive to stem the river’s ceaseless tide. His armoured fingers worked of their own accord, fumbling with the assortment of pouches arrayed about his waist. The wound needed to be sealed, far faster than his suit would allow, as his body was driven by the desire to safeguard itself from infection. Who knew what palpable evils clung to this world’s ambient, and mist-shrouded ether? Yanking free a metallic cylinder, the Sun Guard unconsciously jammed the rod into his armour, and the wound thereafter. With clenched teeth and a grunt slipping through the thin-lipped snarl, the man slammed his thumb down atop the activator, sending forth a stream of effervescent sealant into his mutilated torso.

It was then that his senses returned to him, as the foam numbed the pain and smothered the blinding lights that danced behind his eyes. He blinked several times to clear his vision, and adjust his sights to the overwhelming display of information that flooded his senses. Who cared about his fellow Cohorts having found Imperial Assets on the ground, or engaging Confederate Forces in the swamp? Who cared if their Gunships encountered difficulties rising from the planet, and docking with a low passing Imperial vessel? None of that truly mattered at this moment, as the man wasn’t interested in the larger picture. Even with scattered visuals and spotty communications that were given in return thanks to Dagobah’s treacherous atmosphere, there was little that the Sun Guard to do about it - even if he wanted too. Instead, Khonsu was more concerned with reclaiming the mastery over his own body and rising once more from the brackish swamp.

With his armoured talons sinking into the surface of Dagobah, the Thyrsian Warrior unsteadily pushed himself to his feet and bent only to retrieve his mud-caked rifle from the tortured earth beneath his feet.

Fanning his gauntleted fingers over the weapon’s foregrip, Khonsu refocused on the firefight transpiring before him. He couldn’t see where his assailant had fallen, nor where the woman had fled to as the ever-present mist had sought to deny him his newfound prey. It didn’t matter that he had come to this world to search for, and subsequently, rescue Imperial assets for the First Order. His Cohort had found nothing but corpses, and the armed hostiles lingering over the battlefield like carrion. It was possible that such a battle occurred because of a simple misunderstanding, a thought that was given life as the Tribune sought to rebuild his memories of the past few minutes, as the Bothan was the furthest thing from a trained marksman. Had he been a soldier, his plasmatic grouping would’ve been tighter and forcibly brought down his shields - sooner than the violent eruption of the Rodian’s scattergun had.

Suddenly, deprived his momentary recollection, Khonsu’s gaze was drawn towards the tree-shrouded horizon, as a pillar of fire rose from beyond the mists and shook the very earth. While it was far from as violent as the newly inflicted scar that now adorned the world of Dagobah, this… this explosion caused a chill to run down the length of the Sun Guard’s spine. Something had happened, and whatever it was, had done more damage than anyone could’ve ever imagined. Though unseen to the Tribune and his Cohort, the world of Dagobah was ensnared by the power of what many had once considered the Living Force. It was said, that this ethereal energy connected all living things, and must always remain in balance - never to be tipped towards the light or the dark. However, with the world scarred by the conflict of several stellar empires and haunted by the deaths of so many atop its brackish surface, such a balance was tipped and sent cascading down into the depths of shadow. This affected the wildlife of the swamp world the most, throwing many - already ferocious creatures - into an unstoppable and violent frenzy.

This would all become apparent for the Thyrsian, as his eyes were drawn from the withering blossom of fire, to the tremendous spinal fins slithering through the bog.

As one would expect from mercenaries and former special forces, the Sun Guard adapted to their newfound quarries tactics and sought to probe her ever-changing defences for a weakness they could exploit. She had been surprisingly nimble, spawning several impure thoughts in one of the Legionnaire’s minds, as he lowered his rifle to admire her lithe figure. However, they were quickly replaced by a string of canted curses and vivid images unbecoming of a disciplined soldier, when the woman had forced him back behind the curvature of the shuttle. It would be there that he would wait, calming not only his nerves but restoring his shield to full capacity.

The others had taken the opportunity to advance and eliminate their adversary, as her attention was diverted towards their chauvinistic brother. Though his name bore little importance to the narrative, the Cohort’s Centurion had found himself in prime position to remove the woman from the firefight entirely. However, as he rounded the shuttle with his rifle raised, something had shifted beneath his armoured foot - causing the quarrel to go wide of his target. Instead of striking the woman in the side, and most likely causing her to be thrown from her perch, the ferromagnetic spear had smashed into the weapon.

A pervading smell of burnt leather billowed into the air and mingled with the sickly sweet smell of decay that gripped the world of Dagobah tight.

While a muttered curse slipped through the Centurion’s lips, he had to admit that he was proud of this minor accomplishment. Though she, like the Sun Guard’s themselves, carried a modest arsenal - having been deprived of the thunderous boomstick - increased their odds of seizing the day. It was through instinct, and perhaps a burning desire to toy with the woman before ending her life, that the mercenary ducked back behind the shuttle. An act that not only denied the woman her moment’s vengeance but allowed her the liberty to discard the ruined cannon before it could wound her more than it already had.

As the Centurion checked his munitions and found that he was starting to run dangerously low, he knew that toying with her would have to wait. He would have to get up close and personal for that, as his combat knife didn’t have a dwindling ammunition count for him to worry about. Thus, with reason and logic starting to take hold, the man ordered his comrades to use the surrounding trees as cover - and establish a firing crescent that would deny this woman the sanctity of the shuttle that she had so enjoyed. In a show of their acknowledgement, these Golden warriors began firing, in short, concussive bursts, that were meant to keep the woman pinned in place. Whilst that covering fire was deployed, two of the Stellar Legionnaires moved from shattered tree to crooked stump, hoping to use their environment - and the thick mist thereafter - to shroud their movements.

However, clad in golden armour as they were, it was unlikely that such a tactic would go unseen and unanswered. There was always a rhythm to combat, no matter how minuscule and one never needed to be trained in its arts to recognize such an advantageous truth.

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[Jaius Sovv]

Allies: Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: First Order​

Squad: [member="Natasi Fortan"]​

Objective: The City on the Edge of Forever​

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"Good morning, Grand Moff," Jaius returned her extended pleasantry upon entering Natasi's personal quarters aboard the FIV Concordia, "The, ah...'accommodations' are most satisfactory, thank you."

It felt strange to him thinking of his place aboard the First Imperial star destroyer in that way, but then again considering their luxurious nature prison cell didn't quite seem to fit either. And they were lavish, particularly by Sullustan standards, once an attribute of their design standards President Sovv had initially found admirable, but now could only see as opulent. There was a war going on, waged in part by souls aboard this very vessels, and yet here there were about to sit down to a meal, isolated from it all is if they were on some pleasure cruise.

How easy it must be to conquer from such a vantage point. How tempting further aggression.

"You are most kind," he said, not letting any of these dour thoughts touch his features as he sat down across from the Galidraani noblewoman. That was what his life had become these past few months, guarding not only his words but his face and demeanor. It was difficult to reconcile this odd sort of kinship he had established with Grand Moff Fortan with the facade necessary between two state leaders of opposing sides in a conflict.

"Sullustans feel much the same way about our morning meals," Jaius paused, considering for a moment as he dug in himself and began to chew, "Although I daresay your human palette might find our delicacies a touch less appetizing."

"Anyway, if you were going to have me assassinated I would hope that there would be more pomp and circumstance than a simple poisoning."

It was a comment very much meant with tongue in cheek, and yet once he had said them he stopped chewing at once. Perhaps a little too off the cuff for so early in the morning. Usually it took Natasi a few more glasses of liquid fortification before she would look upon his political humor with anything but disdain. Bracing for chastisement, she instead used the opportunity to bring up something equally serious. His current status.

Jaius had long suspected what the Grand Moff revealed to him now, that he was here as a hostage, to be used as leverage should things begin to go poorly in the eyes of the First Order. But to hear her say the words, in plain language, and with seeming disdain for such a plan in her voice. He wondered if he would ever be truly sure that Fortan's sympathy for his plight was anything more than an act for his benefit, but when she came to the words when you're gone his wondering stopped.

"Our parting will be bittersweet," the Sullustan agreed after a long pause, he would have to choose his next words carefully. So many possible interpretations. Had it been a simple threat on his life? A promise of aid, as unlikely as that seemed? Or could it be a simple admission that she no longer felt confident in her power to keep him protected? He watched her as she chewed away, expression inscrutable.

"I do hope you're not still smarting over last night's match," changing the subject to chess was not the most immediately intuitive tact, but Jaius wasn't sure how much Natasi was willing to say, or if he was even reading her correctly at all, "I know how highly you value the rules, but I think it is a valuable lesson on the merits of a dishonest game played for honest reasons. So long as one is willing to risk the consequences of exposure."

He held her gaze as he said the words, trusting her insight to pick up on his true meaning if they were truly thinking along the same wavelength. The question lingered, would she be willing to play a dishonest game for his sake, and share that risk.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Dagobah, GA FOB

Allies: GA, SJO, CiS and allies
Enemies: FO and allies

Nearby: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"]

Enemies Nearby: @Rolf Amsel | [member="The Major"] | [member="Kayrce"]

Engaging: N/A

Spoiler: Gear

[SIZE=10.5pt]Armour:[/SIZE]

Sasori Armoured Robes
[SIZE=10.5pt]Murr Earings[/SIZE]

Weapon:

[SIZE=10.5pt]Asaraa's[/SIZE] Lightsaber

Droids:

1 Pack of Pred-X - Deployed as scouts for the Silver Jedi Expeditionary Force
1 Pack of War-X - Deploying with the Silver Jedi Expeditionary Force

Both in the military and in the Jedi, it was important to listen to the chain of command and obey orders, if those came from higher ranked officers or your Jedi master. It was the slam dunk when the order came from a higher ranked officer who just so happened to be your Jedi Master at the same time. Even so, it was only reluctantly that Asaraa backed off, the Silver Blade of her lightsaber thrumming out of existance, “If you’re sure…” If anything happened to Yuroic she was sure Jairdain would not be amused with her, but then the woman would have to wait in line while the Togruta killed her Master all over again.


Spinning on one foot the Padawan turned her back on the knights of Ren, of the upcoming clash as she reached out for the force, letting it buoy her and speed her on in the direction of blaster bolts and humming lightabers. She could feel the circling First Order troops, feel the anger, and the focus of the soldiers as the bolts of energy sizzled through the air. The silver blade in her hands thrummed back to life, casting a pale light over her features as she lunged forward, catching a blaster bolt on the energy beam as she slid between the shots, almost dancing as she slipped in next to the other Padawans. “You guys started without me? That's no fun, seriously.” The light tone of her voice made an obvious contrast to the worry in her eyes as she quickly ran her blue eyes over both of them. “You guys ok?” The Togruta’s lightsaber span in a figure eight, blocking 3 blaster shots as she setting down, feet spread slightly apart as her mind reached out, questing tendrils of the force searching out the troopers. “You know, there are a few more of them than I thought.”

 

[Progflaw99]

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Hex M, 50 GSM \\ Dagobah System​

LAAT/i Gunship (Wreckage/Crash Zone) | Combat​

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Enemies:​

The Galactic Alliance​

[ Directly | [member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"] @Asaraa Vaashe | Engaging ]​

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[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]​

[member="Qymaen sil Jurai"] | [member="Jak Sandrow"] | [member="Ever Dawnracer"]​

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Allies:​

The First Order | The Galactic Empire​

[member="The Major"] | [member="Emilia Ravel"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]​

[member="Kayrce"] | [member="Varas Kyrel"] | [member="Therran Graush"]​

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”For the preservation of peace and justice in the galaxy, you are under arrest!" ​

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*Nine fething hells..* It had happened quick, faster than even he had anticipated - the Jedi were upon him. Prone behind the large log, his sidearm remained cradled against his chest, the weapon's barrel directed forward past his chin. Blaster fire erupting from behind him, the First Order Commando recognized the sound of the blaster rifle he'd given his compatriot. Someone else was coming. Given the unequivocal command to surrender himself, Colonel Amsel's eyes tracked upwards, gaze settling on the young woman now standing above him, bright blade ignited. Humming. She was yet several yards away, her jump had taken her over the downed tree.

"You."​

"Call your unit off and pull out of this area, this planet and this system!"​

He was between a log and a hard place, even if he were to react with haste the Jedi would easily be able to close the distance and end him. Where were the Imperial Comman--

Fzaaaattp Fzaaaatp​

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Weapons fire from an angle shot towards the Jedi. *There they are..* he thought, thankfully. But even as he sought to see the Jedi before him ended, another had appeared. It was a jumble in his mind, the leaping Jedi that had appeared initially, the arrival of a second, deflecting the shots and arriving, and then again another word issued forth from the one who seemed to be their leader.

"You are not in danger, and I will not harm you if you comply."​

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*Not in danger? Had this lady seen exactly where they were?* The battlefield was yet littered with debris, smoking bits of jungle now fizzling out as the rain fell through the canopy. Momentarily Rolf looked to his left, the arm of a First Order trooper sticking out of the brush at an odd angle. *Must have been one of the transports.* he thought. Silently he contemplated his next move, whatever it was, the Jedi wasn't going to wait all day. As if to delay the inevitable further, another voice rose, blaster shots from somewhere else being deflected. His heart stopped - and then he used every muscle in his body to throw himself away from the log towards the body of the trooper a few meters to his left. Just in time too, for as his body surged forward and to his side one of the deflected blaster bolts sizzled home into the log just where his unprotected head had been only fractions of a second before. If he could just keep go.. OOF!

His foot caught, sending him almost headfirst into the muck, his blaster falling free of his grip as he landed unceremoniously up against the body of the deceased trooper. It smelled of ozone. *Those weren't the Imperials shooting, maybe there's more soldiers than just us down here.* It wasn't much, but it was a hope. The only ones Rolf knew about were the two Imperial Commandos and himself. He had other concerns however, no doubt in his haste the Jedi had caught on to his movement - if he didn't surrender now there was no telling how long it would be before he found himself beheaded.

"I surrender!" he shouted from his position, fallen atop the trooper's body. "Don't kill me!" In that he was genuine, the Colonel certainly didn't want his last sight to be that of this fetid jungle. Slowly, he moved his arm from beneath his body, forcing himself up. Elbow deep in the muck, his other hand moved carefully beneath the body. "I'm unarmed, I'm going to stand up now." he said definitively. Pushing himself up from the muck, mud and water sloshed across his body. In a short and fluid movement he'd brought his hand back out from beneath the body, his unknown goal achieved. "You can see my hands..." he said, raising both as he passed them across his belt, raising them into the air. With weary steps, he took slow and careful strides towards them, eyes nervously flicking to the ignited saber blades. *Five meters.* He was getting closer now. *Four meters.* Another step towards the trio as they watched for the Imperial Commandos they all knew were out there. *Three meters.* This was cutting it close. He didn't have much more time before he'd be within their grasp, no doubt hauled off to some prison somewhere, or worse yet - tortured at the hands of their military. *Two meters.* This was it.

With a final desperate lunge, he dropped his hands to his waste, a glop of mud at his belt line falling free and revealing his true intention. Had he needed to draw a weapon the Colonel never would have drawn before he was sliced to pieces but as it was, he'd already activated the device and as his body flew into the mix of Jedi, the glop grenade at his waist detonated. In an instant a violent explosion of adhesive foam erupted across the area. This wasn't the first time Rolf had seen nor used a glop grenade, but even now he wasn't quite prepared for the shock. Wind knocked from his lungs his body was thrown to the ground, now trapped in an adhesive foam which rapidly expanded. At conclusion, the adhesive foam would spread to cover a full 10 meter area. Anyone caught in the blast would likely find themselves anchored wherever they had been standing, or however they had fallen.

 

[Zef Halo]

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Objective: Exfil invaluable FOSB asset | Kill 'Asharad' (Take hold of the corruption) | Eclipse The Light​

Location: Near the Cave of Evil [Dropship crash wreckage] ​

Allies: First Order, Galactic Empire, [member="Varas Kyrel"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="The Major"], [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Kayrce"] ; somewhere around [member="Ara Zambrano"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Elensa Jari"]​

Enemies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Ever Dawnracer"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] , [member="Tiland Kortun"], [member="Qymaen sil Jurai"], [member="Jak Sandrow"], [member="Tanaski Yumi"], [member="Stephanie Swail"], @whoeverismissing​

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Anger filled his eyes, dictated his actions and was clearly painted on his face. 'Asharad' consumed the lightning, taking it and breaking it. Therran would've restarted his attack if his 'cousin' did not begin to shine with blinding light.

His hand fell on his forehead protecting him from the brightness of the light.

Suddenly, he felt his strength drain. 'Asharad' was no longer Asharad but...a Jedi Master. The artificial empowerment of the dark side was giving in and physical fatigue engulfed him. He coughed out blood from his lungs. Vision grew blurry. His connection to the unlimited power of the dark side being hammered remorselessly. Force enhanced instinct caught the quickly approaching foe. Therran barely registered her. The light grew more and more, unaware that there were more sources to it.

What saved Graush from falling on his knees at that moment was Dagobah. Whilst the Jedi Masters were strong and powerful, the nature of the planet itself fought with tooth and nail against this invasive force of Light.

The figure was gaining distance and self-preserving instincts kicked in.

With the little strength he suddenly found himself having, a complete turn around of the overwhelming power moments ago, Therran let out a roaring shout. A shout atypical to him:

"REN!!" His voice boomed unnaturally. "THE LIGHT!"

Therran flung his hands forward picking up with telekinesis various objects from logs, to pebbles, to larger rocks, to parts of the crashed ship and lunged them with lethal velocity at both the approaching target and the source of the Light. Aiming to blanket them with bullet fast and deadly objects of all kinds. Ideally - to break the Jedi Master's concentration over the power and halt the approaching enemy.

Ambition and fear drove him.

If I fail against a Jedi...
...how could I even dream of besting Asharad.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

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En Route to [member="Stephanie Swail"]'s Position.​

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Mishel rushed forward through the swamp having broken the sound barrier her speed increased and she could remember [member="Ember Farseer"]. Just focus, focus Mishel. So just as she approached the large fight scene that involved [member="Tiland Kortun"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] when something caught her off guard. Three things, first a Force Light, second a Force Light and then suddenly there was Varas lunging at her or where she had seen her. Force Light wasn't too be taken ... Lightly. Mishel thought that was pretty funny but she could feel it burn and it slowed her down. It burned at the darkside and if it burned into her, then it definitely wasn't going to play nice with Varas. Mishel turned her body into [member="Varas Kyrel"] and lowered herself to catch the Ren by the legs. "Sorry kid, we're gonna have to fight another time, I gotta get you out of here Force Light isn't a joke and you, well, you're probably feeling a little woozy like me right now."

The teenager came to a full stop and squeezed her eyes tight, she wasn't sure where Varas had landed. Running nearly as fast as she was didn't make for great landings for anyone involved. Hands on her knees as she closed her eyes again. "Yeah that's.... smart," Force Light times three, wasn't the greatest feeling in the Galaxy. Even with the change to the Light, Mishel still had the darkness from Seiger. It kept her connected to it and she could feel the planet's own nexus wanting her. It called to her like it did all darksiders but like the dark side it was corrupt and would ultimately win kill the darksiders in one way or another. "You can slap me around later, promise," Mishel managed and was about to say something else when the third burst of force light echoed throughout the swamp and Mishel gritted her teeth and cursed the Jedi beneath her breath, "listen, Varas I-." She then heard an explosion [[member="Rolf Amsel"]]. "I'll be back in a flash, Varas!"

Back in a flash might have been an overstatement on Mishel's part. The swamps suddenly seemed smaller the Togruta that had been beside her just moments ago had become engaged with other Jedi and a non-force user. Zipping across the landscape she did her best to push out the doubt that clouded her mind. The putrid smells definitely weren't helping her but at the very least she had to focus on the Togruta who was cute as far as Togrutas were concerned. The force speedster could feel her neurotransponder clicking at her back she was pushing it past its limits, feth, she was pushing herself past her own limits. Ember's words flooded her mind, you are your own person. Your parents do not define you, what you do defines you and who you are. The Ren used you and you asked me to show you the light and this is the light. You make your own path, you make your own destiny. You want to use Force Speed then do it, feel the air as you run to feel the wind on your face, what do you feel when you run Mishel? I- I feel free. I feel free because I feel like nothing can stop me, I can feel the light surround me every time. I feel it lifting me up. I feel it moving through every fiber of my being as it hits every single nerve like a shock. Good, Mishel, good that's great because now you are part of something greater than yourself. You are part of the Force, every time you run you are letting the Force move through you.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Location: Swamp, dropship crash site, near the cave of evil​

Allies: [member="Varas Kyrel"] [member="Therran Graush"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Emilia Ravel"] (RIP) [member="The Major"] [member="Ara Zambrano"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Elensa Jari"] @Kayrce​

Enemies: [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Stephanie Swail"] [member="Ever Dawnracer"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Qymaen sil Jurai"]​

Equipment: Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Armor of the Enforcer, Zark's Second Lightsaber, Gloria Blaster Pistol​

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Kyrel felt his rage heighten as she spoke, he couldn't even bear to dignify her reply with a response believing that his actions would speak louder than words. She tried to run away after spattering out more of her broken basic to which Kyrel couldn't help but feel annoyed. He shook his head as she began to ran but much to his surprise Varas had run after her, catching up to her with such speed and determination it started to make him think how she may surpass him one day.​

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The girl had was indeed powerful and all Kyrel did was watch in amazement, his saber still raised as she moved in to strike with his very own lightsaber she had recounted of a time where the young Varas early training was with Mishel and it seemed ironic thinking to himself the words that had echoed in his mind long ago. "You will kneel before the boot of a Kerrigan." And just like a whisper, the words were gone. He now saw the irony in the honer Varas was doing by making the first strike preventing the vat-grown abomination from escaping. He could only help but let a sickening laugh as Varas attempted to slow her down.​

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And in that moment with her cry of wanting the traitor to kneel before that of a Kyrel. Varas had yelled for the second part of the attack to begin. The Father and Daughter a pair that if one can be found one would not be far behind. A pair that relied on synchronization and teamwork as the ultimate weapon as demonstrated during the Blockade of the Hydian Way. It was time for him to put an end to the traitor's days of hiding. He stepped forward slowly saber still raised, the power of the dark side at this point had gone to the point of corruption but all the more fueling his power, he extended his free left hand calling upon the darkness within himself and what he could feel of the swamp.​

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Then in a flash of light and the heard Graush's yell he had to pull up pieces of large branches to shield himself from the blinding light, unable to set his attack into motion he had cursed himself mentally for not being able to move quickly. He had changed his plans Mishel would have to wait for now. When the flash ended he could feel the light slowly leave the area. He had to call upon the darkness within himself, his self-loathing to fuel the fire within himself. He looked towards the area of the impact and saw that Mishel had managed to get away zooming across the battle that was taking place. He gritted his teeth his anger rising. "You coward you will not get away that easily.. But first I have to obey Sieger and carry out this mission... Or what's left of it." He said still berating himself over the death of the FOSB operative. Still even as he looked over to the Jedi that had dared to face him. He would not give in. The Ren shall claim the cave for the Supreme Leader. That he would promise.​

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Samka Derith"]​

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Veino shook his head and took a deep breath. The words flowed past, but still, they were blind to the nature of the Force. Such was the case of the Dark. It bound its servants so deeply within itself until there was nothing left, corrupting and draining them to the end. He didn't respond, but kept his hand on his lightsaber.

Then the girl was gone. She had jumped up into the trees and disappeared from sight within the gloom of the branches above. Veino stood still. The giggles were strange, and drifted around the branches. Putting him off balance was perhaps the intent. It was a set-up for a sneak attack, an attack from the shadows when he couldn't see his assailant or sense them in the Force.

The man frowned and made a mental note to update his armor with different ways of seeing. Infrared would be nice. Life signs detector also would be nice. Not having those didn't mean he was blind, however. No, he had another sense up his sleeve.

Emotions were interesting things. The were strong and radiated outwards, rippling the Force. Unfortunately, in most cases, he was extra sensitive to these ripples. They had even overpowered him in the past and sent his consciousness wandering through halls of madness as his identity was drowned beneath the endless waves of everyone that surrounded him.

He lowered the barriers he erected out his mind and braced himself. Waves of emotion thudded into his mind. In and out. Slow gentle breaths took the edge off the sudden flood and he was able to sift through them. Most of them were some distance away, but one was closer. Several were, although only one was strong enough to be his opponent. The others felt like jungle predators, unhappy that their dominion had been invaded.

The last though? It was calculating, Dark, and focused. Far more powerful than the others.

It was that emotion that Veino let into his mind and stepped outwards to meet it. He raised a hand and created a Force bubble. It shimmered to life with a faint blue glow that crackled and sizzled as it would materialize around his opponent as he aimed to completely encircle her within the bubble.

 

[WelshPsych]

Location: Da Swamps
Allies: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Ever Dawnracer"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Mishel Noren"]
Enemies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Varas Kyrel"] | [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="The Major"]
Objectives: Being all hurt but fight some Ren

Well damn, Yuroic thought, they completely ignored my joke... Like that was some of my best work and nothing from them. Too focused on the speedy traitor. Like chit, that woman can run... Yuroic watched as Mishel ran from one person to another to another. It was lightning fast and almost impossible to see where she was or going. Then there was the Force Light, a skill Yuroic never fully understood or could use. It seemed odd to him but it certainly was having an affect on the Dark Siders, reducing their call on the Dark Side they so prided themselves with stating Dagobah had. However, they never saw that balance was there, Light filled Dagobah as much as the Dark. Same went with Light Side worlds, there was a pool of Dark Side if one knew how to find it. Yuroic was training himself to find the Light, even in the Darkest of worlds. There was no point being unable to draw on the Force just because one was blind to a side or blinded by a side.

Annoyingly, he was left standing around looking like a fool. His current opponents were off chasing a speedy woman, the Padawans seemed to be getting stuck in some foam and he wasn't sure what was happening with the Jedi Master and the Sith, but it seemed intense. All that Yuroic was doing was seemingly cracking jokes at the thin air, at least he wasn't being heckled for them being bad... That was a positive. Taking a deep breath, he reassessed the situation. The Padawans could cope with the soldiers, at least for now he hoped they could. Outnumbered, they should be more skilled than the soldiers in combat, especially melee. They also could cover themselves if they stood near one another facing the surrounding troops. Sadly, he couldn't advise them to do this, the heat of the battle made it difficult to talk strategy and their focus wasn't on him so there would be a chance they didn't hear him. Instead he decided that fighting the Rens was his job, at least he reaffirmed that he needed to focus on them. Two of them on one person, it was an unfair advantage that was not swinging the way he liked.

Gripping the Force in his real hand, he allowed the energy to grow before releasing a powerful Force Push, directed at the male of the duo. Yuroic's aim was to at least knock the male off balance then strike. His focus was on Mishel not Yuroic so, Yuroic figured this would be ideal for an attack through the Force. Swiftly following the Force Push, Yuroic leaped forward like a predator chasing its prey, he slashed his saber at the legs of the Ren, keeping his body low so that any attack would go over his head as an enemy would aim higher to hit his tall body. His blade moved fluidly in his hands as he attempted a strike at the male Ren's back before finishing his attack with a final Force Push. This push was weaker than the first but Yuroic was hoping to knock his opponent on the ground.