Your Faith In Your Friends Is Yours | TSE Invasion of TRA Held Gree Hex

[Kamon's OOC]

Allies: [member="Varex"] (Sort Of), [member="Avoim Oeymo"], [member="Kahne Porte"], [member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] | Location: Heading To Ritual Site | Gear: Corporis Skin Suit, Twin White Lightsabers, Amphistaff, Blast Bugs

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He would know it when he saw it. Fair enough. Though with the arrival of Preliat it seemed unlikely he would be seeing it soon. That one seemed utterly intent on facing Varex. That was well enough, except it slowed them down and meant that they couldn't actually get to where they needed to go, which meant that they were going to struggle to get done what needed to be done. Annoying. That said, he moved the rest of the forces out, and wrapped himself in the current once again, diminishing his signature, in order to at least make it difficult for anyone to find him. The Rathtars were coming, though, and that was a problem. He couldn't hide their forces, so he instructed them to prepare explosives.​

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Considering Rathtars had an extensive exterior resistance to blasters, explosives seemed the optimal choice. So when they came, rockets slammed out against them, and grenades were thrown into gaping maws. Explosions ripped guts everywhere. It wasn't perfect, though, they lost a few men in the disarray of having Rathtars bear down on them, but at least they had gotten the upper hand with the use of explosives. Fortunate that he had dealt with the creatures before and knew enough to tell them not to try and waste time shooting the things with blasters.​

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Once they were dealt with, and the wounded were patched, and the dying situated. They moved on again. They were nearing the enemy emplacement so he ordered, mentally, the troops to begin moving from tree to tree so that they wouldn't be out in the open. The Sith would know they were there, but they weren't perfect, and certainly weren't without fault. Trees made for good cover as a start. It was about time they actually arrived at the enemy position. Undoubtedly there were more Rathtars out there hunting, but the few they had encountered wouldn't be a problem anymore. He did tell several troopers to keep an eye on their rear. With the horde of sithspawn and other creatures that seemed to have been deployed it made sense.​

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While they moved in, he swept around wide, completely hidden, and snuck into their fortifications. They were by no means perfect. This wasn't a Sith world and they hadn't had days to entrench. Quick fortifications, and a few nests of snipers. Plenty of canon fodder, though. Unfortunate, but they would all have to be dealt with.​

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When the troops were in visual range he mentally ordered them to open fire. Once the blaster bolts started to be traded by both sides, he revealed himself within one of their heavy gunner positions, a white lightsaber slashing first through the weapon and then severing unsuspecting heads. He glanced, briefly, towards the Sith in the position, recognizing several of them as he had encounters with many of them in the past, if only in passing, and then moved on. The goal wasn't to immediately face the Sith themselves, unless one of them was enticed into it. The goal was to slaughter their forces and make it easier for them to bear down on the Sith, so they could figure out what was going on behind the sealed doors. There was at least one inside, and he could feel the threat emanating from the place.​

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He didn't say anything to the Sith, though. Monologues were their shtick. So were threats and taunts. His blade, continued to cut down soldiers. Would they be like the one on Jaminere? The one who stood by and watched as he decimated their forces? Probably not. One of them would come. The question was, which?​

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

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Vestille Thumahra​

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Capital City, Gree​

Allies: Isolated​

Enemies: Dead Ahead​

Directly Engaging: [member="Bernard of Arca"]​

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Step by step, the Reaper's reach extended.

It hadn't taken the Captain of the 105th long to climb the seemingly endless number of stairs leading to the top of the building, each step carried both Vestille's weight and raw hatred as boot connected with concrete flooring. The person responsible for the crushing of his men and breaking apart the momentum that they had built was no doubt still stood atop the roof of the building otherwise shrouded in darkness and, with Vestille approaching from below and potentially no transport to collect him; the Jedi was trapped between a sharp fall to join those that he had slain personally and a confrontation with a competent soldier with seething fury flowing without restraint. Even whilst he was in transit to the roof, the beast deep within the Captain's psyche was taking full advantage of the fact that it was no longer being restrained or kept within its mental confinement; chittering and lusting for a fight and for blood to be spilled like a rabid animal hungry for a meal.

It would soon get its wish.

Eventually, a moody light came across his visor as the sky above came into view and with it, his prey. The Knight was stood within view, watching the doorway leading down into the abyss of stairs that led only into darkness with the hilt of his lightsaber drawn. Whilst the beast wished to simply lunge forward and rip apart with nothing more than its bare hands, the logical and indoctrinated Captain knew that to fight a Force User was to be at an automatic disadvantage when lacking said 'gift'. Still shrouded somewhat in the darkness of the interior, the helmet kept its neutral gaze upon his opponent yet the soldier behind it was looking for opportunity; things to level the playing field both in the environment and the Jedi himself. Priority one, however? Focus on the weapon that posed the most lethal; the lightsaber. A hand moved down to a holster and rested upon the Minos-7 that had otherwise remained sealed within the leather container. No doubt the Jedi was to strike as soon as he saw that there were to be no negotiations; no words or reasoning would sway the Captain, his zealousness and mental afflictions made sure of that.

So Vestille acted first. With something equal to a lightning bolt, the Minos-7 was withdrawn, aimed and fired, the light of the beam lighting up the darkness and giving the Jedi a full view of his opponent; a steel clad giant with a dangerous mix of protocol, doctrine and a beast that longed for the sensation of battle and death. Perhaps more importantly, the beam was aimed towards the arm that held the hilt, the intent to have it slip from the Jedi's grasp and fall down and rest among the destruction below, his work soon becoming his downfall.

The rain started to pour.

 

[The Lurking Presence]

ALLIES: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Anden Fancelo"] | [member="Lok Munin"]
ENEMIES: TRA | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] | [member="Noah Corek"]
OBJECTIVE: Survive and take control of the Hangar
GEAR: Zelroth's Rest

There was a truly harrowing sort of bellow, an aching cry, something so torturous it dazed Sergeant Quasar. Never, in his entire career, had he found himself in a position to abide such an odious sort of sound. In delirium he stood, manning this makeshift instrument of excruciating death, splashed in a glister of oranges and blues that violently fluttered.

What transpired foremost his position, words yet not exist to offer description.

Torment of the most obscene sort.

Marines left in still repose, distorted and charred; Under an enveloping cloak of heat and suffering. Some seeking last ditch refuge from the incalescence, as they roll helplessly where they fell, dressed from head to toe in flame; Their final movements slow and timid, before painless rest took them over entirely. Even the artificial rains of the Acerbitas' Fire Extinguishing Contingency could offer no comfort or reprieve from the torrid onslaught.

That scream, oh how haunting it was.

"DROP THE FUEL LINE!!! " Alexkar Ovestol screamed, water cascading from his armor. "SERGEANT QUASAR! " The heat was nearly unbearable as he banged the mans shoulder with a closed fist.

Even before the intervention of [member="Cedric Grayson"], anxiety was ascending. This sort of implement had never been designed with this particular function in mind. Under this level of stress, it had already began to falter. The metal structural rings and pump lever were now a radiant red, the hose itself disintegrating with each pass of a second. Fuel and Flame pooling around Zavir, his armor becoming liquescent; Oozing off from the mans body.

"He can't! " The cry of another rang, the voice deaf to Quasar's ears.

Stepping away from the inferno, an arm raised instinctively to ward off the heat, Alexkar took one moments worth of hesitation before suddenly thrusting the butt of his weapon against the Sergeant's grasp of the hose. Banging it free after three strokes, when the black flesh of Quasar's hands finally sagged clean from the bones. Petrified and in shock, they dragged his body back and out of the blaze.

He never had been aware that the ghastly howl had been his own all along.

The flaring sea of flames groaned as if it were some foul, bruised beast, maltreated by a cruel Masters hand. Ripping and heaving across the floor, conjuring a tide of death; a fiery paradise where only it could prowl. Under and across the numerous ships silently stationed, against the walls and ceiling, it's spread was extreme.

Until the beaming presence of Cedric sought to contain it.

As if herded by invisible barriers, the lustrous waves of fire were smashed like sea water upon rocks, boiling foam rising upwards in vast sprays. As the Jedi sought to cease it's ghastly advance upon his men. Thunderous booms reverberated the entire Hangar as the Cyclone began to take form, the Lighting Fixtures embedded in the ceiling erupting with cracks of yellow electricity that burst with a cry like mountains shattered from crest to base. Leaving all inside drenched in darkness, visible only in the resplendent glow of this swirling fire storm.

Belphaegor had found himself in a shameful predicament. He had been afforded so much convenience, so much opportunity to simply strike Cedric down while the Jedi sacrificed so much of his concentration in to this objective. But he couldn't.

Try as he may!

He couldn't.

His Lightsaber had felt the impact of this man once, tasted the protection of his Armor. But as he moved in for the kill, that biting nag! The whisper! The discomfort! He felt weakened, remorseful in some mysterious way, to murder someone preoccupied and largely defenseless. He felt. . .

Compelled!

Necessitated, even, to save those that fought for him, largely the same way Cedric was willing to sacrifice himself for the Marines.

As the Cyclone released and began to cleanse the lives of the Sith, the Maenan's Lightsaber was disengaged, securely stowed upon the left of his belt as he stretched an arm outward, fingers splayed and bent, veins bulging from the strain as he reached forward through the Force himself. Unlike Cedric, whom was some meterage away towards Belphaegor's right, this Knight could feel the heat of it all as he strained to hold the creation of this Jedi in place and force it towards the Hangar Blast Doors.

"Grrraahhhhh!!!!!!!! " He gasped with maddening intensity, the fingers of his pale hand beginning to bubble, his flesh becoming black and red.

Harder and harder he applied pressure, fighting for every inch, but he was slowly beginning to wilt away. This sort of thing was neither his focus, nor one of his gifts, in regard to his command over the Force. His Robes were beginning to fray, glowing holes eating away at the strands of expensively lavish fabric. His hair wafted smoke, cinders of super heated material gnawing down all the way to his scalp. He kept his dominant hand forward, fighting the Will of the Jedi.

He knew this was fruitless.

He knew any moment he would falter and he, along with the men and women of this Hangar, would perish. He had to break the concentration of Cedric, it was his only hope. Using all of this pain, his off-hand focused towards the Jedi, and with one heinous motion he exerted a Power he was in fact highly versed in: Force Crush.

Hoping in this effort the Jedi would fracture first, as the Sith attempted to shatter both of his knees to splinters.

 

[Romi Jade]

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GREE ENCLAVE​

Shipyards​

WITH: [member="Aten Ramses"]​

ENEMIES: [member="Jairus Starvald"] & [member="Dante Sotari"]​

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He thought he was the reckless one? Please...

Did he not know who his Master was?

She worked to confiscate one of the charges for further investigation afterward. Her head whipped over "Aten..."

She called for him, more stern this time around if anything. "What didn't you understand about the correlation between war and adversity?" As much as she was rather turned off by Kol when she met him, she could agree with some of his philosophies...though in moderation. Knowing he'd drifted off...."Get it together. I need to know you understand the severity of this mission. This is a war, countless people will lose their lives fighting for different ideals of their choosing. We'll do what we can to prevent that, but... if we don't secure this location...the entire galaxy will be in danger, regardless of sides or ideals. Then their might be nothing we can do..."

Tense, she strayed off. War was one of those things that blurred many of the lines. It wasn't for everyone, and just the thought of taking a minute when the number of lives saved depended on time and action...it'd make her feel sick. She was no cold-blooded killer but...she did what she had to or what she thought was right in the defense of others. They were all putting their lives on the line...

She'd gathered a lot from the time she could spare investigating, with her apprentice overlooking vital information as his emotions got the best of him. Though now wasn't the time...

There was still the crackle of static filling the ambience wherever she went, what she was hoping for? Some reassurance that they were alright. With every stride she covered the length of the passage that started to sway and wind, slightly bending her hip to match the curve. However much ground she covered it seemed never ending until...

Wha..

Slowly her speed began to fade, with the features in her face widening in reaction to something, like she'd seen a ghost. It was her men, the group she heard the cries from earlier...

"You're alright? What happen?" She'd shed general concern. Though she still felt off...she looked over to Aten.

"There's no time. You have to see this." The tension in the rebels voice was strong enough to evoke a response. He seemingly led them further into the structure. And when they did come out on the other side....

She proceeded onto the catwalk first...in a constant pivot she trailed the upper spirals of the massive expanse in awe; she was shocked really. "This...isn't good." She lurched forward to seize a balustrade, and crept over the edge of the railing to find the bottom of the maw. The thundering clap of machinery kicking into gear was enough to draw her attention; it was supported by the vibrations under her boots.

The reflected highlights of the aperture shone on her person with great accuracy.

 

[Sebastian Thel]

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Allies: [member="Darth Imperia"], [member="Verse Taggart"]
Enemies: [member="Lyra Sarn"]


The hull of the ship reverberated around Sebastian, who planted his back against the wall with the impact. He looked at the ceiling above the two powerful woman who held command over his position on the ship. The business of Lady Imperia and Miss Taggart was not known to him. Not that he particularly wanted to know anyway. Sebastian only monitored equipment and made sure everything was working when he was required.

With his glasses hanging awkwardly over his cheek, he stood up right and adjusted them, smoothing down the front of the tweed coat which was entirely too long for him. When Voidlight informed the trio of the power fluctuations, he followed Imperia and Verse into the elevator, which took them to sector E7. Keeping his head lowered, he tapped a button on the side of his wrist computer, which projected the status of the power lines.

"If My Lady permits, I will restore power to sector A3 and I2 first, before I maneuver the ship back into hyperspace." Sebastian said as they entered the sector. "With the interdiction in effect, the ship cannot be moved back into hyperspace at this point in time." He spoke and removed his coat, revealing a pale blue, knitted waistcoat worn over a white shirt. He appeared every bit a university student and not a starship technician in the slightest.

"For now, I'm just going to work on repairing the damaged power lines." He said as he diverted to the side of the room. At the wall, away from the viewport, several computer screens monitoring equipment and power supplies in a number of sectors were mounred on a large terminal. Sliding his coat over the chair which faced the desk, Sebastian took up his position at the station.

"Alright rebels, let's see what you've messed with." The slicer openly spoke to himself while the backs of Imperia and Verse were turned. He turned on several buttons on the terminal and the computer screens came to life. Green code rolled down the screen and presented reports of the damaged areas. The side of the hull had been sliced though and shuttles had breached the shields. Cracking his fingers, Bas directed maintenance droids to the power lines, which he controlled on one terminal.

While the droids set about repairing the power lines, Sebastian began to formulate a back-up power supply to feed into the damaged systems which fueled the targeted sectors. His fingers moved across the keyboards at a rapid pace, shifting from one screen to the other as he pieced the data together and generated a new source of power.

Having chosen a design of tiny droids with multiple legs to crawl through the ship's inner workings, he maneuvered the droids around the areas which beeped with alerts on the console. Scores of data rolled down the screen, flooding the system with reports which he addressed. He began to upload the emergency power supply to the damaged sectors, then focused on finding a way to stop the intruders from reaching their target.

"Maintenance droids are repairing the power lines and I've configured a back-up power source, which I'm feeding into the damaged areas." The slicer said in affirmation. Turning to Imperia and Verse, he spoke as he saw the alert on his screen. The message displayed a status reporting confirming that security forces were now combating the rebels.

"Should I wipe any maps of the ship on the officer's datapads and wrist computers?" Sebastian asked before made a move. "Or would you rather I attempt to source the location which the rebels are trying to target?" Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he looked wide-eyed at the two woman, his fingers itching to type his next solution. "I can alter the map systems to only remove major power sources." He offered.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

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Location: Gree Enclave, Shipyards
With: [member="Romi Jade"]
Enemies: [member="Dante Sotari"], [member="Jairus Starvald"]
Equipment: See Sig

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The words of Romi were familiar, they brought back memories of when Aten had first begun his training with the actual Kol. His master, how brutal the training had been, how his master preached more militant philosophies which never clung to the padawan. It was in this moment that Romi reminded Aten most of Kol. Where she spoke of adversity, war, what their duty was… Since when did it become a Jedi’s duty to participate in the same carnage as others, to become so hardened to the galaxy and life that they couldn’t even feel grief for a life lost? Eyes closing Aten looked away from Romi, up to the ceiling of the alien structure. “Countless people may lose their lives yet that does not mean we stoop to the level of taking them needlessly… It is our duty as Jedi to preserve life, that comes before this war, before the want to see the dark blotted out. Before-“ Stopping Aten took in a breath, this wasn’t the time to go on a tangent against his master. They did still have a mission to accomplish.

“Since when did we take the easy way?” Those would be Aten’s last words on the subject, his lavender eyes growing distant as they opened. Head tilting down he stared not at Romi but past her. It was almost as though Aten stared into the force searching for an answer to the quandary. Romi had turned beginning once more on the path tracing their way to the team that had been lost, whose voices had cut in over the radio. Then as if on command here two rebel troops came, retreating down the hall in their direction. Sweat clung to their heads, their eyes seemed to be filled with real fear and urgency.

Romi looking back to him the Morellian’s eyes stayed focused on the troops before them. Taking them in, wondering why they’d returned but not with the others? Retreat perhaps? Either way, there was something the Jedi had to see. Following and bringing up the rear of the group Aten was the last to enter the chamber. Mouth falling agape Aten bore witness to the mechanical behemoth as the walkways they stood on reverberated. Down below the gaping maw opened a ship exiting it. “Who… What could’ve created something like this?” Walkways crisscrossed both below and above the group. It was akin to a maze in a sense.

 

[WolfMortum]

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Objective: Survive.​

Starfighter: ETA-4 Interceptor.​

Supporting: The Rebel Alliance.​

Opposition: [member="Alkor Centaris"].​

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Veiere didn't gain as much ground as he had hoped, quickly realizing that this Warrior of whom he'd laid his hand upon was not of the usual ilk that most Sentients were made of. [member="Alkor Centaris"] was Force Dead, the strength that Veiere gained came from the life of the man though in the way of the Force itself he found nothing and thus his stamina returned in only a short burst, nothing that sought to accelerate the healing process of Curato Salva as he had hoped. Furthermore, he had exposed himself to an increasingly fatal position and only just managed to avert the incoming blade as Veiere pivoted on his outside (right) foot to veer off to the side and take several paces between he and his foe, his lightsaber once again splashing out of the hilt with a loud arcing snap-hiss.

Perhaps it might occur to the Mandalorian, that Veiere could have run him through in the moment of blindness, that which he'd fallen into the cloak of the Force.

With the small distance between them however, he wasn't content in the fact that this Warrior would not stop coming at him with a mere driving stab. Sweeping his left arm out before him, the force surged within his palm, his fingers soon stretching out and the loose gravel and debris at his feet was cast ahead, the first sign of the wall of power that threw a devastating wall of concussive force back at the Mandalorian, seeking to deter him from further approach. Even to someone whom was dead to the Force, the impact of the invisible wall ought to deter him enough, hopefully throwing the man from his feet so that Veiere could take a breather and seek to steady himself for that was all he hoped for. Rarely often was he the type to push forward on the attack, those old habits practicing Soresu forever influencing his ways.

Patience. Foresight. Reaction and Counter-action.

Some of that particular insight might have served him better in his arrival to this Force Forsaken world, Gree showing him nothing but disdain thus far. Fortunate that none of this Warrior's fellow men had come looking to bury the vibro-hatchet so to speak. It was difficult enough seeking to dissuade one of them, let alone an armed battalion. Veiere had hoped to link up with those that might call themselves Jedi, though that seemed little likely in the face of such opposition. Doubt offered him the frustration in the form of memory, Exile had been so peaceful by comparison and yet was he the type to remain complacent in stagnation?

He had lived a life believing in the will of the Force, but today Fate only seemed to be what he was determined to make of it.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

ALLIES: [member="Belphaegor"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Anden Fancelo"]
ENEMIES: [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Noah Corek"]
OBJECTIVE: Gather intelligence, or maybe a live one.
GEAR: Suit | Saber



“Of course,” Matsu said to the Nezumi, a dry tone that always seemed to accompany her humor lately as present as always. One metal hand reached to swipe blood off an expressionless face as she extended the other arm for the smaller creature to sprint off on to the terminal’s interface. Bodies were scattered behind her in the hallway, emergency lights bathing frozen faces red and white in bored synchronization. “It’s never as easy as one terminal.”

Especially not where there was a Kerrigan.
You may not share her blood, but you’re just as stubborn.

ATTENTION: ALL PERSONNEL MUST EVACUATE THE AREA. REPEAT. ALL PERSONNEL, ESSENTIAL AND NON-ESSENTIAL, MUST EVACUATE THE AREA. UNCONTROLLED FIRE IN...HANGAR BAY...17.

A sensation like worms writhed in her stomach as the ship’s systems blared the warning almost at the same time she felt something...like a whining. Her hands were burning. She wasn’t touching anything but she could feel them blistering, skin peeling and popping. But she… she didn’t have flesh anymore. Drawing them up to see, they were shaking as she curled them together over her chest after seeing they were fine. Belphaegor…

She was completely caught off guard despite feeling the signature coming closer. When the rounds hit the floor, something in it snapped and exploded, some pipeworks that had no doubt been carrying something very flammable. The rounds had torn right through the floor to the one below it, fire blazing outwards in one giant gout as Matsu fell through the sudden hole beneath her feet. Metal sheeting tore at her suit as she scrambled to gain purchase, ejecting the claws in her cybernetics and punching them towards the broken flooring on either side hoping for a hold.

One sheet, broken in a straight line, scraped up against her side hard enough to tear through her suit, a shriek of pain accompanying the incessant ship alarms as a massive swath of her skin tore loose. She could feel blood sheeting down the inside of her suit, and had it not been for the claws of her cybernetics punching through part of the broken floor and letting her halt her fall she might have fallen down a level in a slippery pool of her own blood.

Gritting her teeth, she immediately pulled up. Her body was screaming for her to take a second and assess the damage but she knew if she let Elpsis gain control of the ground above completely she would be put in a spot she could never get out of. One pull of her arm, another, a third and she could get a foot between metal sheets and spitting wires, one more and she pushed off with a telekinetic shove to propel herself out of the hole and wobbly to her feet once more. The second shove was propelled from her arms, a grunt of pain as the shockwave of it rocked her torso. Of course - it was nothing compared to the capabilities of Elpsis’ adopted Siobhan and no doubt the redhead had been trained well to withstand such, let alone the Sith Lord’s sloppy attempt to buy time to orient herself.

It was the first move however, of the exact opposite sort of confrontation from the last time they’d met. Once at a distance, barely seeing one another and now...as close as it got. The sloppy push however was hopefully meant to make Elpsis more vulnerable as Matsu doubled down and closed in, attempting to bully Elpsis up against one of the walls where she could push her phrik claws in to the younger woman’s stomach with the satisfaction of popping a balloon. If nothing else, the extremely close quarters would make firearms far more difficult to use, and Elpsis’ fire a danger to herself as much as Matsu.

“You fething Kerrigans just don’t know when to quit,” she snarled, matching white eyes wild from under the strands of hair escaping the helmet of her suit.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Gree Enclave
Honestly Fething Creepy Shipyard
Allies: TSE, [member="Dante Sotari"]
Enemies: These Gree, but maybe not THOSE Gree(?), TRA, [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Aten Ramses"]

It was a hive.

Jairus realized it the moment they walked up to the catwalk and the scale of it all stretched out before them.

Every little piece of it working together in perfect unison, the entire shipyard a beast that breathed in and breathed out. It was only once they stood here that the Sith Lord could feel it around them. Strange how it was, that you didn't see it, until just the right angle appeared in front of you. Then it made sense, but more often than not? It was too late at that point. Where Jai could feel a creeping sense of dread running through Dante, he was experiencing... different emotions.

Awe.

"Have you ever considered..." Jairus murmured softly to her as they watched the finished ship being transferred by 'arms', before it slowly merged into the folds of the hull (?). "...that in the end this is what the Dark Lord of the Sith wants?"

His expression was curious, eyes exploring every bit and piece of it.

"An Empire modeled after a hive. Perfect unison, clicking like clockwork to the beat of his command." It was unclear how much Jairus was behind that idea. Oh, he seemed to be supporting Zambrano now, but he had come late into the Empire. Every mission undertaken until now had been one where self-profit still burned bright. The interest and fascination was real, yes, but was that enough? Enough to actually enforce such a design for the future?

Then his head reared, looking somewhere to their left.

"Our friends have arrived." Jairus shared with her. He could feel his two friends. A blink and now the Sith Lord was looking through their eyes. "Two Jedi. Young blood, eager blood, they have violence flowing their veins."

That made him smirk.

Those were always the most enjoyable to toy with.

"The Sith cannot be far behind us, Master Jedi!" One of the Rebel soldiers suddenly said, breaking their silent and awe-struck observation of the hangar. "What are our orders? We need tohurry." The voice had more than just fear to it. Now there was panic -- which wasn't... strange considering what they were looking at just about now. They were fidgeting with their rifles, weight moving from one leg to the other as their minds went from fleeing to trying to stay put and be the soldiers they had always wanted to be.

"Mm, I think that will keep them busy for a bit. Set yourself up for an ambush, your specialty was long-range, yes?"

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Gear: Phrik armour, lightsabre (both in sig), rebreather, boltgun, Reaper Plasma Shotgun, sidearm.
Objective: Reunion. Mayhem.
Location: Some hallway behind the hangar.
Enemies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] (Engaging). Also in area: [member="Tabigarashu Madara"]. Elsewhere: [member="Belphaegor"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Lok Munin"], [member="Anden Fancelo"]
Allies elsewhere: [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Noah Corek"]


ATTENTION: ALL PERSONNEL MUST EVACUATE THE AREA. REPEAT. ALL PERSONNEL, ESSENTIAL AND NON-ESSENTIAL, MUST EVACUATE THE AREA. UNCONTROLLED FIRE IN...HANGAR BAY...17.


It all happened at such a rapid pace. The warning blared out of the intercom, klaxxons howled, and the screams of those who were being devoured by the flames resonated through the Force in a deafening chorus of anger, pain and suffering. Being in the hallway outside the hangar, Elpsis and Matsu were not at risk of being caught in the inferno, unlike the unfortunate Sith troopers - and anyone else who might get roasted in the hangar. However, there were other forms of pain as well.


Being so focused on blasting the Sith Lady with her well-oiled bolter, Elpsis was slow to respond. Slow to reinforce her mental walls and thus provide herself with a formidable dam to stem the tide of pain. There was a reason that empathy was often as much of a curse as a gift.


Their screams echoed inside her mind. She felt like fire was rushing up her arms, undaunted by her pyromancy. She felt white-hot pain as boiling, sharp needles were being driven into her mind, causing a sharp pain inside her brain. Her breathing intensified. She took long, deep breaths to stabilise herself and raise her walls. In the event, she was successful, but this also bought Matsu time to rise from the hole she had been blasted into.


Elpsis did not have the time to feel satisfaction about the pain she must have put the Witch-Necromancer through. For just as she was regaining her equilibrium, a burst of power rippled from the Dark Queen of Maena. It swept across the hall towards Elpsis. The girl had taken aim as she perceived the Sith Lady propel herself out of her hole, but in the moment that she squeezed the trigger, the telekinetic blast connected with her.


The boltgun vomitted out an explosive bolt, but rather than reach its intended target, the shot went wide, blowing apart some of the ceiling above the hallway. Elpsis herself was knocked off her feet by the invisible shove and propelled her towards a nearby wall. Sloppy the push might have been, but Elpsis was still unsteady on her legs and thus vulnerable. The girl impacted upon a jutting piece of pipe. There was pain...and, for but a moment, her legs would not move, for the fall had impacted her back. With her legs paralysed, she could not kick herself off and her head slammed against the metal. Her boltgun had fallen out of her grasp.


She was thrown into a daze. Her vision was blurry, as darkness threatened to claim her. Her head hurt, blood streaming from a wound in her forehead, and she felt a feeling of nausea. There was a thud when she fell to the ground. The spike of pain this caused brought her back. As did the sound of boots thumping against the floor when Matsu began to cross the distance, and the angry snarl that escaped the Haruspex' lips.


Instincts took over. The fire that had been stoked inside Elpsis manifested in physical form, as she thrust her fists forward. She was incandescent, overwhelming heat washing over her, and she projected a blinding, charring wave of flame towards the Dark Lady closing in on her. Klaxxons howled even louder, but she paid them no mind. Using pyromancy at close range was a potential risk, for Elpsis was not immune to her art. But very good at absorbing and channelling it. However, it would feel good to watch the Sorceress burn.


"I'll quit when you're dead." There was naught but hatred and revulsion her gaze. The empath arose, the energies of the crystal inside her helmet focusing her mind. Backing away from the wall, and planting her feet firmly upon the ground, she called her lightsabre - Inferno - into her grasp and ignited it, producing a fiery beam of orange. It stood as a ward between her and the Dark Lady. She was a Kerrigan-Alcori. The loyal daughter. She would hold her ground.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

The grip on his shoulder released and his attacker backpedaled swiftly. Apparently, he had not gotten what he wanted from the exchange, and he was loathe to receive the counterattack from Alkor's frosty weapon. A shame- that would have made short work of the Dar'jetii.

In his haste to get further away, the other man ignited his blade once more, then swept his arm forward in a manner Alkor had witnessed many times. He threw his own arm out in response, wrist angled toward the legs of [member="Veiere Arenais"] as the Fibrocord shot out, intent on slithering around the ankle of the Dark Jedi as the impact came.

Alkor exhaled when the wall of unseen energy slammed into him, but he did not attempt to resist it. Instead, as the thin wire snaked toward its purpose, he kicked off the ground and let the blast take him airborne.

Then, his thrusters ignited and as the propulsion took, Alkor went winging skyward- hopefully with the other man in tow.

He aimed to bring himself down atop the burning building, and to baptize his friend in the flames.

Anywhere else, he might have never attacked this man. The difference between actual desire to kill and the need to make money occurred to Alkor, but now the margin was paper thin. It wasn't personal- not to him- but it had likely just become that way for the other man.

Mercenary work had a way of alienating people like that.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Gree Enclave
Honestly Fething Creepy Shipyard
Allies: TSE, [member="Jairus Starvald"]
Enemies: These Gree, but maybe not THOSE Gree(?), TRA, [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Aten Ramses"]
Equipment (cause it finally matters again, same as first post): Legion Armor | Service Sidearm Pistol 'Minos' | Interchangeable Service Rifle, Carbine mode | Grenades- 2 Anti Blaster Smoke - 2 CryoBan - 2 Adhesive - 1 Flashbang | Explosives and timed detonators |

"Yeah I've considered it," she muttered.

It didn't work like that. One man, no matter how powerful, could not subvert an empire to his will- not like this. Not to work as drones, to give up the capacity for self determination and reason. If it was what [member="Darth Carnifex"] wanted, it was insanity.

Ever since Thyferra, Dante had doubted. There was something inside of her that looked at what they did, what they wrought, and saw the wrongness in it. Not all of it, no. There were things the Empire did right. But there were also many, many things they did wrong.

Was that so different from any other galactic power? There was no utopia in the galaxy. No good and peaceful place where everyone held hands and sang songs. This Rebellion..... they hoped to end the 'tyranny'. But what would they put in its place? Would it be better in truth? Or would it simply benefit different people?

Now was not the time for a serious examination of any of this.

The way he spoke sent a shiver down her spine. What, exactly, had he done? She had no idea.

"Yes sir."

Dante shifted away from him, movements silent and sticking to shadows. She had nothing personal against Jedi. She didn't much care for them, but then, she didn't much care for the Sith she knew either. Forcers in general tended to be not the sort of people she wanted to casually hang out with. They weren't friends, comrades. Too much ego, even the humble ones. Or more accurately, especially the humble ones she'd found.

Finding a ladder, she grimaced, hating the way the rungs gave slightly- just a little springy- beneath her feet as she climbed. Two levels, and then over again. Finding a clear view to the pair of Jedi below. Settling against the railing, she worked swiftly and silently, reconfiguring the SIF-141 into a rifle and returning the setting to standard off of stun. Using the railing in place of a tripod, she sighted through the scope.

Force users could sense malice- Dante held them none. They could also sense danger and knowing that Dante did not wait, contemplating or considering.

It was a heartbeat from finding her in the scope to when her finger pulled the trigger.

 

[Romi Jade]

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GREE ENCLAVE​

Shipyards​

WITH: [member="Aten Ramses"]​

ENEMIES: [member="Jairus Starvald"] & [member="Dante Sotari"]​

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She stopped. One arm was enough to halt the advance, and a quick pivot was enough for her to give him her attention. "The easy way out?" She spewed his words back out to him, irritation more prevalent now. "What about us risking our lives screams easy to you?" She stepped within his guard, "It's time you got serious! Don't be naive." Everyone had opinions on what Jedi should and shouldn't be and their role in the grand scheme of things; it was almost impossible to fit into a mold that would please everyone and based on what?

She'd forgone all of that in favor of carving her own philosophy on what her role as a Jedi would be. If she were to step aside and allow the carnage to continue...she'd be in the wrong, and if she were to act...she'd be in the wrong. "It is our duty to honor life...to the point where we need to be ready to take it if it means saving the lives of others, even if it means sacrificing ourselves." She could feel it festering inside...the very essence of the liquified darkness finding weakness in its containment.

"It's not my first choice! But the stakes here are bigger than anything you can imagine. Whatever the Gree are building here...could reap devastating results for the entirety of the galaxy on a scale beyond us both!" She took another step inside his guard, with her very essence struggling to support the flood gates much longer....she was on him.

Remembering back to her constant prodding by [member="Veiere Arenais"] who was a staunch scholar and adherent to the Code; how couldn't she know it? "If we fail...billions will be in danger regardless of sides. Do you understand that? This is for civilization...there are no other options." Especially since they'd been fired on first, and would have subsequently be subject to an explosion if the charges had gone off.

She gripped her stomach, feeling the sensation of pain and the inevitable reeling coming on. She shied away as she was slowly coming back to her sense...cutting through the heat of aggression and the temptation of the dark side subsequently. "Believe what you will...don't let anyone else define it for you. But don't expect everyone to fall in line with how you perceive it."

Mhnn...

There was another jolt of pain, as she stumbled back, clenching what skin she could grab as she vibrated with waves of pain; she fighting hard to bring to bay. "Bu...but finish the mission. And remember the moment you step into a warzone...the moment you decide to draw your blade. You must be aware of the fact that you might have to take a life."

She swayed across the corridor, leveraging herself against one of the walls; she heaved a bit as she fought through the cold sweat. "We...we'll discuss this later. Le..lets finish the mission."

She pushed herself back into balance.

When they did arrive at the core of the structure, she was the first to proceed. Though, they were all struck with surprise at the sight of it.

In her realization, "This is the work of the Gree..." she responded to Aten "And we missed it..."

Shaking her head she retreated back a step, finding her center and. "Ok..." it was barely audible. Her head whipped around to the rebel soldiers. She turned and proceeded to regroup, one step in and...

"The mission was to secure this plac-" A shot rang out.

Uhhnn!

Her shoulder. With enough kinetic force to force propel her body forward, she attempted to throw out a leg to hold herself up, but the railing gave under the force of her body. The Jedi Knight was subsequently sent tumbling over, and down into the alien-esque maw.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Location: Gree Enclave, Shipyards
With: [member="Romi Jade"]
Enemies: [member="Dante Sotari"], [member="Jairus Starvald"]
Equipment: See Sig

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Each step Romi took to the Jedi scolding him felt like a kick to the gut, the words a knife that plunged into Aten, digging, twisting at his core. Words that cut with brutal efficiency, ones that were perhaps coming from a place deep within Romi. One where she’d always been holding back. Aten having mentioning of an easy path had finally set the Knight off. What had possibly been weeks or months of repressed emotions came bubbling out in a surge. Ever since he’d rescued his master from the prison on Lola Sayu where she’d been tortured, where the Sith attempted to break her. At that time Aten had thought they’d failed. Since then there’d been small incidents where a side of Romi came to the surface he’d never known. Such as back on Commenor when she’d followed her apprentice during his meeting with Veiere. Or even her quick flashes of passionate fury such as the one occurring now.

They were face to face now, no more than centimeters separating them, Romi was perhaps one of the few in the galaxy Aten would let this close within his personal space without making mention of it or putting space between them. His lavender eyes stared directly down to the blonde-haired knight taking in not only her words but her mannerisms, her essence in the force. The way she grabbed her side stumbling back, the way she reacted, there was something wrong with Master Romi. What? Aten didn’t know nor could he bring it up here. If anything, it would have to wait for the end of the mission, after this the two would have to have a very long talk. No words came to the Morellian, instead, he remained silent his cheeks flushed as he simply followed listening to his master’s words.

As though nothing had happened earlier, taking place between the two Jedi and witnessed by the rebel troops that accompanied them Romi continued on. Aten could tell he’d said something that had wounded the woman, set her off. No words would suffice at this moment as she spoke of the Gree, the danger to the galaxy such technology possessed. Looking off the edge of one side of the railing Aten felt the warning that came through the force all too late. It wasn’t aimed at him, it was… Head turning to the side time seemed to slow.

"The mission was to secure this plac-"

The bolt struck in an instant, the only thing that seemed to move at its normal speed. Aten’s eyes widening, the floor seemed to fall from beneath the Jedi’s feet as he watched what followed. Urging his body to move, pleading with it Aten broke free of the invisible force that had gripped him, paralyzed him. It wasn’t some manifestation of the force. It was despair. Hand reaching out to catch his master the gauntleted hand closed around nothing but empty air. “Noooooo” The scream escaped Aten’s lips, unable to hold it back, nor was he willing to. All those around would hear the heartbreak in the Morellian’s scream. The Jedi on his knees staring at nothing his master having fallen out of view.

Head raising it tracked the direction the bolt had come from. Aten’s eyes locking on the trooper who’d fired the shot. That had robbed him of one of the few he cared for. Who he had left. The saber on Aten’s hip screamed the crystal reacting to the emotions its master was feeling, the most violent of which was anger. The force surged into Aten filling his form, his eyes narrowing. What came next would happen in an instant, would seem to be nothing more than someone reacting to a horrific moment. Aten’s right hand lifted balling itself, shoulders shifting slightly his left hand braced itself against the ground as the right now a fist slammed into the metal railing. This was what one called Kinetic chaining, all those movements that seemed to mean nothing chained into a strong strike that completely crushed the railing the gauntlets he’d created augmenting his blows. Where Aten’s fist had connected a burst of sonic energy echoing out on impact the boy ignoring the screech the dampeners in his ears blocking them out. He cared not for how the troopers nearby reacted, there were far more pressing concerns.

Simultaneous with Aten’s strike slamming into the railing the force formed itself into an invisible fist just in front of the sniper aimed at the open part of their chest. An attempt to knock them out the fight and pay them back for what they’d done to his master. A grab would’ve been expected, a choke? That was too much like a Sith, no Aten didn’t operate in such ways. Even when pushed to the brink he found it difficult to kill... Directly. If the projected strike landed it would detonate into a burst of concussive force adding to the blow intended to knock the woman up and off the railing on which they stood.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Allies: TRA​

Enemies: TSE​

Suicide Squad: [member="Kamon Vondiranach"] | [member="Avoim Oeymo"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] ​

Engaging: [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]​

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Asation Swamps​

Raider Company​

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Major Aril Pyn was lucky to be alive. Her battalion commander had not been so fortunate, they had braved the shadow of the Behemoth in separate U-Wings in the event of just such a loss. Of their battalion, only one other company that she knew of had made it down more or less at combat strength. Like the rest of her marines the Sullustan did not specialize in groundside combat, and as she gazed out across the strange alien landscape before them she could only imagine what nightmarish horrors awaited them in these Sith infested swamps. Colonel Varik's transmission had been garbled, but she had made out Sithspawn alright, so maybe lucky wasn't the right word.

"Beacon signal is strong," she muttered to herself, "Alright the evil wizards are this way! Let's stay frosty."

"Major, look!"

A frigate roared past overhead, although for its size and proximity Pyn would have expected it to sound much louder than it did. One thing she was certain of, it had been no Sith Imperial ship.

"I think that was a Pantera," she wheeled on her communications officer, "Get on the old encrypted allied bands, the Antarian Rangers are here."

"Antarian Command this the GADF 21st SpaceOps Marine Expeditionary Unit, do you read? This channel is no longer secure, but we are on scene and will make contact." ([member="Valkren Calderon"])

"I need a runner!" Major Pyn rapidly began stripping her volunteer of excess weight, "Get to that frigate's LZ. Get the Silvers our new comm frequencies and get back to us. Got it?"

Jedi Loyalist Strike Team​

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Varex saw him before he sensed him, and that was all the Jedi Knight needed to know to understand that [member="Preliat Mantis"] was no mere berserker meat shield Sith Imperial conscript. There was a void where the man's mind should be, a sign of mental conditioning and fierce martial discipline. This one could not be turned aside so easily with a simple mind trick, but that didn't mean the Vaemath's psychic repertoire would prove useless.

Go on without me, he reached out to the others, Complete the mission. I will take this one.

The rest of his team began to moved out, intent on completing what he had set out to attempt, but before his Mandalorian challenger could move to intercept them Varex stepped towards him, blocking this predator's path. With a flick of his gauntlets both kyber blade emitters activated, generating an azure plasma blade at the edge of each forearm roughly two thirds the length of a standard lightsaber and with a more defined pointed tip. He circled along with Preliat slowly, the two of them sizing their opposition up.

Or appeared to be. After a few moments a copy of the Vaemath stepped out from the swamp and into the circle, and then another, and another. Mere illusions, but they were accompanied by a rising tumult of unintelligible whispers that seemed to echo out from the swamps themselves, and threatened to overwhelm Preliat's ability to acutely hear his surroundings.

Rather than charge, Varex, leaped, the hydraulic servo-motors in his power suit's greaves carrying him into the air. He used the Force to extend this jump, carrying him forward into a collision arc with his Mandalorian prey. Right gauntlet raised for downward arcing strike, if successful he would drive his plasma blade directly into Mantis' skull.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Objective: Ensure the success of the ritual
Allies: The Sith Empire and allies - [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: The Rebel Alliance and allies - [member="Varex"] | [member="Avoim Oeymo"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Looking to engage: [member="Kamon Vondiranach"]
Equipment: Armor | Lightsabers

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One was coming close. Much too close.

Pinpricks of presences could be felt all around, one stronger than the other. Jedi and soldiers, and whereever they went death followed. Avacyn did not doubt those losses to stem from both sides for that was the nature of war but the enemy was progressing much faster than the Sith lady would've liked. A change of tactics was needed and so she grasped her comm-link to send a message to the Valkyries that were still stationed on the outskirts of the swamp. It was time for the hunt to begin.

They are here. It is time to move- hunt them down, every last one of them. Remember that none are worthy.

With a ghastly voice the order was given and those who had received the orders would move without hesitation. From all directions they began their approach towards the hypergate, with the intent to cut down all who opposed them as they did. The ritual had to succeed and all Valkyries were to defend the hypergate to ensure it. Avacyn herself had one particular being marked as her target, however.

She did not know who this one was. It was not a presence she had felt before, but it was deeply connected with the Force. There was no doubt that whoever they were, strength followed wherever they went. Death flourished around them, making it clear the forces set up to defend the hypergate were not enough to keep them from progressing. It merely slowed them down, but without interference they would find themselves where she herself now stood in time. That could not be allowed to happen.

With the presence as a beacon and her own concealed, Avacyn set off towards the threat that looked to foil the efforts of the Empire she stood with. The closer she came the clearer it became that her target was not alone, however. They had allies with them, more than likely soldiers to support their position. It made her own presence all that much more important, so that the Empire's own troops regained an equal footing in the exchange. There was little time to lose.

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OOC notes:

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- Kaalia bears the look of a spectral being. This, however, is only an illusion. The change does not affect her physical capabilities in any way.
- NPC Knight-level Sith have been ordered to move through the swamp. Feel free to use them in your posts in whatever way you wish.

 

[Koda Fett]

OBJECTIVE: Secure Gree Technology Capture Miner Return to Imperial Fleet
ALLIES: The Sith Empire
ADVERSARIES:​ The Rebel Alliance, [member="Amea Virou"]

A moment of reprieve.

The Bounty Hunter remained kneeling in the dirt for but a moment, taking the time he had earned to recover from the intensive movements he had partaken in for some length of time. Amea was certainly more than he had bargained for, nor expected. A deceiving appearance, if there ever was one. His left hand wrapped across his armoured torso, almost as if it were to remove some of the pain he felt. Surely mistaken. It turned into a battle of endurance, and as much as Fett despised the Kaminoans it was their method of creation that allowed him to remain standing. Perhaps he could thank them for that.

Unlikely.

After retrieving a sedative dart from his gauntlet, Koda injected it into Amea's neck. The longer she was out, the better it was. She was... dangerous. His Carbine found itself over his shoulder, resting within it's sling. Amea was dragged through the dirt via her collar, being shown little-to-no care. The Spear II had begun it's descent, soon to arrive by the clearing just beyond the maze of crates that had been deployed by those that Amea saved. Suppose her mission was a success.

Thrusters roared and the earth was thrown in every-which-way as the Spear II made it's arrival, landing in it's 'sitting' position as it had been called before. The ramp descended, the door opened with a hiss, and Fett continued to drag Amea on through to the detainment area. A force cage awaited her, thrown in, only to be surrounded by a field that was sure to inflict electrical burns if touched. A nasty device.

Koda returned to the door, his hand hovering over the button that was surely going to close it. His callous eyes, beneath the visor, only stared outwards. As to what he stared at? Ailyn. She stood there, standing still, her helmetless face portraying all the emotion of betrayal. She assumed the worst, and rightfully so. Fett pressed the button, and the door closed with a snap. She was the dead the moment she met him.

The Spear II departed Gree, and hopefully for good. A guilty pilot at the helm.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Gree Enclave
Honestly Fething Creepy Shipyard
Allies: TSE, [member="Dante Sotari"]
Enemies: These Gree, but maybe not THOSE Gree(?), TRA, [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Aten Ramses"]

While Dante climbed up Jairus climbed down.

It was strange and, at times, difficult to maneuver. Parts of the assembly and transfer corridor shifting forms seemingly randomly. What was floor once, could turn into a gaping hole through which mysterious objects were pulled out or dispensed. In an ideal situation he would already have been lurking just underneath the two Jedi and burst into action once Dante's shot rang through the corridor.

Taken out Aten as emotions ran high and he was focused elsewhere.

Sadly the ever-shifting landscape made it impossible to go down and towards them in a straight-line. It didn't help that he took a moment to take a few samples here and there for [member="Irajah Ven"]. It feels weird, flexible and moving, he relayed towards her.

The short echoed through the air and Jairus looked up.

Right in time to see one Jedi Knight tumbling off the railings and falling down. At that angle she'd probably shatter her spine or neck. He watched her go for a while, before sighing softly to himself. "The things I do..." Murmuring softly as his hand reached up and the Force was applied. Romi would suddenly feel her descend slowing down just a fraction.

Then-

She dropped right in the arms of one Jairus Starvald.

"Now, now, I can't have you falling to your death, before at least trying to seduce you to the Darkside, no?" Jairus murmured down as those amber eyes peered a bit. Noting the gash where Dante had managed to hit Romi.

Above them they could just about hear the strangled screech of Aten's broken heart. The nooooooo dominating the moment after.

"Hm. Your apprentice does have a lot of emotions in him, doesn't he?" A grin there.

In the meantime the two Rebel soldiers simply acted by instinct. From one moment to the next the sight of one of the Jedi falling down enough to send their rifles up and aimed towards the platform in the distance where Dante was squatting. They had started firing a moment after. There was one problem though- one that might not be immediately noticeable to someone who wasn't military.

Their shots went wide. Seemingly almost there, but never quite hitting home.

Of course, that could be simple panic of losing their senior Guardian just a moment ago.

 

[Amea Virou]

[member="Koda Fett"], the Dead.of the Sith Empire
Gree Ground Space

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The world was still dark, yet she remained somewhat aware of her own mortality and the fact that she was still alive. At some point the adrenaline had worn off and the dull throbbing pain had changed into an acute if not immense pain. Her dirtied cheek rested against the ground. The fracture in her arm burned like fire and the shot to her shoulder ached as if someone was poking her with hot iron. Small cuts and bruises on her cheeks and face left her uneasy, and as her consciousness slowly came to she couldn’t help but groan while her entire body cringed up in pain.

Eyelids slowly peeled open and the sound of a low buzz immediately began to bear down upon her ears with a dissonant white noise. Everything was blurry. Before her eyes she could see a bright field of some sort. It was white or possibly a very bright yellow, it was hard to tell in her current position. Her right hand pushed against the ground. The dull throbbing pain branched out across what felt like the surface of her brain with a spike of pain that mirrored the worst migraine one could think imaginable.

A sense of unease and dizziness coupled with nausea brought her to a screeching halt as she got herself sitting upright in her colorful little yellow room. Her elbow met her knee, her hand her face, and she let it rest there for only a few seconds before she gave vision a second chance.

She was in a cell. Amea groaned once more and looked at the field that kept her contained. She had read about these devices but never seen one, much less been inside of one. It was hard to focus in here. As her mind slowly came to she would slowly come face to face with the realization that she was no longer wearing when she passed out. Her right hand swept across her left arm only to realize that the sweep was far too smooth. A sense of panic spread across her face as she forced her left hand to drag across her right arm to make sure that it was there.

It wasn’t.

“The watch.” She pushed herself against the pain to stand on her feet again. “No!”

Her eyes scanned what was outside of her cell. Her jacket was right there, here watch sticking out of its pocket with a teasing sway back and forth to the sound of the ship’s engine. Amea reached out towards it only to let out a shrill shriek as the field began to zap her at the touch. Her body tensed up and yet she kept her eyes on the device she needed so.

She readied herself and tried to yank the watch toward her desperately but it was of no use. The silence of the room, the way there was nothing for her to… To process, nothing for her to reach into. The trivia stream on her watch kept her sane, kept her mind from reaching out to everything around her and made her feel sane. In here there was nothing but a buzz and a silence. Too much silence. Unbearable silence.

Her yanking was of no use. Amea’s heart began pounding against her chest. She needed the feed of her watch. She needed to let her mind, let the force process what it was saying. She needed the noise, the peace and quiet it brought her before she went crazy.

Her mind steeled itself against the onslaught and the cravings as best she could. A furious fist banged against the field to absorb its power but it seemed of no use. She banged it against the field again and yet it was of no use. She took to using her injured shoulder and tackle the field, but once again there was no use. She screamed in pain. She screamed in agony at the silence.

There was just one left to do then.

Both of her hands grasped at the field. It was unbearable, it was painful, but the energy would become a conduit to her. A conduit she bound to her own will no matter how painful it was, and when the time was right she did it. The field began to crack and overload from the amount of energy it had to output, left her a small window when she could strike.

A loud, harsh scream tore at her throat like it was clawing for freedom just as much as she was. The machine that had imprisoned her was forced to her will, it was warped and twisted into subjugating itself before her, and when it had done so it would find that Amea was not content with merely controlling it. The screech continued. Lights all around the ship began to crackle until finally they popped.

The emergency lights came on.

The beast was loose, and it wanted to get out.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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YAMMKA FLEET
[member="Darth Ophidia"]

"Mmhm, but they sure are nice to look at."

The display of destruction was something that Cerbera hadn't seen before from this angle. The way the Xiphos' momentum and mass ripped through its opposition, punching a hole through which they could use themselves. Oh, Cerbera felt Ophidia's surprise. Their relationship was not born out of tenderness, out of love or any such fragile emotions.

No.

Mutual respect, mutual... caution. The realization that pulling each other close to one another would be safer, because here they could see every move the other made. It allowed them to enjoy those moves, while planning for the future too.

She leaned into Ophi's touch just a fraction. "Careful, Ophi, our chaperones might return any moment." The Sith Lord murmured while a nail brushed against the side of her wrist. It was just a tease. They did so enjoy pushing each other boundaries as much as possible. Just to see what the reaction would be- both theirs as well as those around them.

Moments later they cleared the Rebel Fleet.

Some had been lost in the firefight, their sensors picked up the dimming life signs of the wreckage left behind.

There would be survivors there -- biots enabling them to survive in the cold void of space -- maybe they would be able to do some more damage. But the bulk of the Yammka Fleet and Xiphos itself would not be there to see it.

Already the blue streaks started brushing against their viewports.

Hyperspace waited for them.