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

[Darth Empyrean]

Fighting for all his salt, witnessing the beginning of the end...

Allies: [member="Judas Foster"] │ [member="Julian Valentine"] │ @Faye │ @A'lah The Green One
Foes: [member="Ras Val'kor"] │ [member="Atlas Kane"] │ [member="Darth Arabris"] │ @Amun │ [member="Nixia Amabilia"] │ [member="Garen Kalkat"] │ [member="Adrian Vandiir"] │ [member="Vanessa Vantai"]

“The last dance?”, The Slave said quietly to himself.

There was distinct truth in her words, the forthcoming reality of his situation. Surrounded, betrayed, and about to lose it all; and yet he couldn’t help but deny it. He was a violent fighter, a indomitable entity, he was naturally gifted in achieving everything he hoped; and the world around him refused to believe what he did as everything conspired against him at once. His chest began to hyperventilate as he began to lose any semblance of control, the soft repetition of ‘No’ under his breath as blaster fire rang out across the hanger.

It was then his mental breakdown was interrupted, for every emotion he felt, he felt nothing more than anger as it flooded back. One of the explosive quarrels hit him square in the phrik chest plate, his hand moving to block most of the damage to his uncovered face at the last moment as he slid backwards. Then another, again and again, though the second and third tore what was left of his balance and sent him skidding across the ground.

As The Slave slid a few short meters, he cried out in a mixture of pain and crimson rage; moving to his feet in the cloud that formed. It departed slightly, splitting between the two to reveal him with a single hand out, using the force itself to grip Amun. An inferno burned in his eyes as his hand threw itself up, and then back down, with it the bounty hunter likely in tow. It was a disturbing strike, to rip the bounty hunter upwards, and then slam him directly back into the durasteel plating that they fought on now, with enough force to crumple steel.

If nothing else, The Slave was not a well versed force user; almost all of his skill had come natural. He was a rare category, the natural gifted, but where he made up in his lack of finely honed edge, he graciously made up for with the bluntness of a sledgehammer. There was a danger in his anger now, as he slowly began to lose what semblance of control he had within the realm of the metaphysical. All the while, his tunnel vision blinded him to the Sith that hid from his wraith.

“John, please…”, Cybele pleaded over the intercom.

“Please don’t die.”



“Sͮ͗ͣ͟H̥̤̱̜̾ͯ͐̀ͨ̒Ṳ͔̗̘ͥͬ̒̍͜Ţ̖ͬ̇͊̌̇̊ ̧̼ͨͮ̉̉ͤ̓͋Ù̬̟̹P̝͇̺͖͍̼!̜̏”, he cried into the darkness, not to anyone in particular, but to the void that surrounded them even now.

 

[Onrai]

Gree Space
Allies: [member="Tehkyram"] (technically) [member="Atlas Kane"] [member="Ras Val'kor"] and more
Enemies: [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="The Slave"]
The Technicolor Beat had been pacified. The warship lay in a crippled state - data pulled from the ship's archives would make its way to research and development soon enough. One of its escorts valiantly continued fighting on, though the Ablution continued to fire on said escort with its remaining functional guns, having moved away from the Technicolor Beat's weapon arrays. Given the ship was unable to exit the field of battle due to the damage caused to its hyperdrive, which was still overheated, it remained while the other ships began to pull out. The Ablution chiefly focused its full firepower on the escort's engine array, looking to claim yet another victim for dissection at the hands of Sith R&D.

Pull out towards the Defiance, that was. The utility ship was surprisingly alone in the field of battle, which shocked Vanessa even as she directed some of the other ships to exit the combat zone around the disabled Mephirium. Vanessa had already taken a prize - now the opportunity came to take another. After all, the Beat was already claimed.

It would be Pursuit Line Alpha leading the charge - sans the shredded wreckage of the Dominant, whose lights still flickered in the void. They would soon travel towards the utility ship, guns ready as the captain of the Gorgon sent a hailing message to their bridge.

"This is the Imperial heavy cruiser Gorgon. Defiance, you are ordered to power down and surrender. You are hopelessly outmatched, and your forces' defense of Gree is collapsing as it stands. Capitulate to us and I assure you that you will be taken as respectful prisoners of war."

The Gorgon itself, along with the other ships in Heavy Attack Line Daala, were following behind the pursuit line, not yet in range to engage the utility ship were they to make a move. The pursuit line, however, fired off several warning shots at the Defiance in an attempt to get it to surrender. The Scylla, its main gun taken out of commission by the Technicolor Beat's weapons, would prepare to exit the field of battle, returning soon to Nathema for repairs to its damaged systems.

Spoiler

Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull | Weapons | Subsystems

Capital Ships
Pluton-class Battleship | Ablution​ | 2000m | 0 | 70 | 82 | 75(Hyperdrive overheated, upper right engine disabled) (Firing on surviving EWAR ship's engines, attempting to disable)

Heavy Attack Line Daala
Conqueror-class Heavy Cruiser | Scylla | 1000m | 5 | 85 | 40 (main cannon disabled) | 100 (Exiting field of engagement)
Conqueror-class Heavy Cruiser | Gorgon | 1000m | 79 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Heading towards Defiance, not in combat range)
Conqueror-class Heavy Cruiser | Hydra | 1000m | 73 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Heading towards Defiance, not in combat range)
Conqueror-class Heavy Cruiser | Basilisk | 1000m | 77 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Heading towards Defiance, not in combat range)
Conqueror-class Heavy Cruiser | Manticore | 1000m | 57 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Heading towards Defiance, not in combat range)

Pursuit Line Alpha
Carrack II-class Frigate | Dominant​ | 400m | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 (Destroyed)
Carrack II-class Frigate | Oculus | 400m | 75 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Firing warning shots at Defiance)
Massassi-class Corvette | Claw​ | 200m | 84 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Firing warning shots at Defiance)
​Massassi-class Corvette | Enforcer​ | 200m | 86 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Firing warning shots at Defiance)
Massassi-class Corvette | Thule​ | 200m | 67 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Heading towards Defiance)
Massassi-class Corvette | Zeplin | 200m | 91 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Heading towards Defiance)
Massassi-class Corvette | Crimson​ | 200m | 58 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Heading towards Defiance)
Massassi-class Corvette | Talvira​ | 200m | 72 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Heading towards Defiance)

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Objective: Distract the Sith | Escape
Location: Hallway
Equipment: Flasbang x2 | Smoke Grenade x2 | A-TICKS x17 | Combat Shotgun - 12 gauge | Cutting Torch | Grapple Launcher | Mag Boots | Breathing mask
Attn: [member="Darth Imperia"] [member="Verse Taggart"] [member="Sebastian Thel"]

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This was quite the conondrum wasn't it. In her attempts to escape she had been blasted with a huge ball of telekentic force which rammed into her with a force that would probably kill most people. Luckily Lyra was not most people. Atleast not now. As far as reaction time and reflexes she was about as good as most force users, she could never reach the pinnacle no, but she could atleast dance toe to toe. She had no magic space powers of note, only skill and a bit of luck.

The blast knocked her off balance sending her plummeting back towards the ground. She managed to land on her feet, from an outsiders perspective it would look flawless, only she would know that she barely pulled it off. The massive blast of force had managed to dislocate her arm, it hurt like hell but once it was resolved it would not be much of an issue. It seemed like she would be forced into a duel, a duel she would almost certainly lose, but she wasn't in this to win. The rest of the troops had scattered as ordered, the smoke slowly filling the corridor making it harder for the average troop to see. Ocular implants made that no big deal for Lyra, and the force users would be in a similar boat.

Meanwhile elsewhere in the ship the troops were pinned down by heavy fire from turrets, Lyra could not help them as she had hoped, the ship ran off what appeared to be an organic computer system that was not easily slicable with her skillset. She knew a few people who could, but she was not one of them. It would be more of a neurosurgery job than a slicing job anyway.

For now they would just have to stay where they were, hopefully it would not be too much of an issue.

As Lyra landed, she began to stand up, pushing her arm into place with a rather unhealthy sounding crunching noise. Then she summoned the knife that had fallen at the Zygerrians feet back to her hand, smiling under the mask at the blood coating the tip, slowly wiping it on her glove.

"I see that I really have no other choice now. Running isn't an option for any of us so lets get this over with shall we? I don't want to miss my holovids."

She had done her research on sith, they drew power from anger yes, they often tried to channel their anger at their foes, but even then they are still human, emotions prevent one from making clear decisions, she was banking on that. From a certain point of view Lyra was an actor, she put on a show as part of the fun. Her particular form of madness cultivates what she sees as "fun," she is a sucker for a good narrative. She loves to see people struggle, to overcome, and more importantly she loves to overcome struggles herself. The problem was this show never ended.

She shot another knife at the zygerrian, she wanted to cultivate her anger. Lyra was a distraction, pain was not of much issue to her, she just needed to make sure she got out alive. She could break out of prisons, she could survive mental intrusions, she could survive torture, but she would not allow herself to die here.

Meanwhile she needed to start crafting an escape plan. She could survive depressurization as is, but the only problem lies in getting out fast, as far as she could tell she was still near the end of the hull structure, so blowing through was an option, the only problem is she would be busy with these sith for the foreseeable future. That was where her squad mates would come in. She would distract the sith, they would start laying the ground work. It was about time they got going.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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YAMMKA FLEET
[member="Darth Ophidia"]

"Nothing indeed," Cerbera agreed with her softly as they studied the scene in front of them together. "Hmm?"

It was the sensation of danger that made the Sith Lord look up in time to see invisible force ripping through a larger Rebel ship. At first Cerbera didn't understand - why was it that she felt danger, when... the Xiphos was attacking their enemy under the cloak of stealth? "Something is wrong, Ophi." A murmur to her side as she petted the ink black hand. "We should-" A ripple of shock ran through the Lonely Fire and it was enough to cause Cerbera to stumble.

"What-"

Another shock, but this time Cerbera was ready and caught herself by the panel (it shivered in response to the sudden touch, organic and alive). An emerald hologram rose up from one of the adjacent screens, Nim of Domain Dal, her mouths moved but no sound came.

Cerbera glanced back to Ophidia, until the hoarse voice of Nim suddenly filtered through.

"I repeat- Rebel forces are assaulting our null vector. Breaches in several zones, fighting is spilling out into the breeding pi----" Static and the hologram flickered out. That would explain the sudden shocks, proximity explosions to rip open holes of entry for the rebels. How had they come so close? In the distance Cerbera could hear the spur of fighting and combat. More explosions as well. It wasn't clear if they would win this day, but... Cerbera unsheathed her sword regardless.

"It's time, darling, we knew this would come today."

Maybe they'd win, maybe not, but blood would flow regardless.

On both sides.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Gree Space, Asation, Ancient Ruins
Objective: Unleash the Darkness
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Darth Caecus"], [member="Luca Thorne"], [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: [member="Varex"], [member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member="Kamon Vondiranach"], [member="Avoim Oeymo"], [member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Kahne Porte"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Equipment:

• In Signature
• Jinwodasirhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/127673-jinwodasir-pins-of-protection

The Void was not bound so easily.

Even with the power of the ritual the full attention of the Lotek'k was almost overwhelming. The beast was increadibly intelligent and strong in the arts of madness, it's very presence throwing many skillful warriors, jedi, and deadly sith into madness. The connection between it's mind and his was a two way bridge that normally wouldn't be possible to cross into his mind, and it's sheer will smashed his first layer of defenses and forced him down to one knee. He felt the pressure of it's assault trickle down through every inch of his body, the intense pressure felt like it was trying to crack open his cranium. He was forced into the confines of his own mind, locked in as a defender against the siege of a vengeful monster enraged at the thought of some lowly protozoa trying to put a leash on it.

But his mind was a dangerous place, a complex maze of endless twists and turns, his hybridized Epicanthix blood usually made it impenetrable, even moreso with all of the defenses erected by the great deceiver, the Lord of Lies. But the juggernaut of the Lotek'k wouldn't subject itself to his games. In his mind the beast was a towering colossus, a writhing mass of tentacles, eyes, and toothy maws that rose up with a height measured only in miles, every breath eroded defense like a corrosive acid it's presence melted and twisted the reality around it, every growl was like claws on glass it's toothy maws all screaming at him for release, telling him how over his head the insignificant protozoa was. It slid through the toothy maze burrowing into his mental defenses one by one, smashing them down layer by layer.

It could not be stopped and each time it passed it looked searching for just what kind of person this way, it looked for vulnerabilities and cracks in his being that it could twist to make him scream, to make him crumble in fear and consume him in it's twisted madness. But each layer revealed bits and pieces from his life, memories from the many centuries he roamed this galaxy. It would use every bit of these once no defense stood at the core of his mind to destroy him, to force this vermin to kneel in submission before the void, and show the Sith that it could not be tamed. It would use this "Shadow Hand" to destroy all life, to bend world after world to it's will and to see everything this Sith worked for turn to ash before it. But the further it came the more it realized little by little, that something was off. It began as a feeling and grew into a suspicion, and finally a worry as it clawed through the man's mind. Something even it couldn't place. When it finally clawed into the reaches of his mind it realized too late of the mistake it had made.

When the truth was laid bare before it.

Everything around them was a well constructed lie. Every barrier erected and every snippet of memory placed to ensure the façade importance. The being before him let the Lotek'k burrow into the vulnerable core and for the first time he exposed to an outsider the truth in mind, in the force of what he truly was. A black hole, an event horizon, he was an endless ocean of darkness that drowned everyone and everything in his wake. The oceans waves rose towering high over even the massive Lotek'k's presence. Suddenly it found itself smashed beneath the waves, drowned in his darkness, sucked into the black hole of absolute nothingness that he was. A man once long ago, now the darkness was what remained. It was drowned before his waves, crushed beneath his truth. It thrashed about with all of it's fury, unleashed it's madness only to find itself drowned beneath a truth it had walked itself right into. It fell for a trap that this being had laid and it found itself drowning in his fury.

As the world around them erupted in chaos one by one the many eyes of the Lotek'k glowed with faint molten fire, burning with his mark. As the Shadow Hand was forced back into reality through the will of another, the attack from a Jedi that gave himself to the darkness in a last ditch effort. The attack wasn't enough to cause lasting damage but it caused pain, he could feel his life force being pulled from him like a slow flowing river an agonizing link from him to the Jedi now swelled with darkness. He snapped his head in the direction of Varex gritting his teeth, his eyes burned like two molten orbs his voice rang out in the man's mind "Open yourself to the darkness, see it's truth." He said. The Lord of Lies lashed out with fury showing the man a glimpse of the void, overwhelming his mind with absolute darkness. Just as Varex found himself exposed to the truth of the ocean he was drowned in unspeakable, black horrors. It was in these moments that the truth would reach him, the truth of the darkness overwhelming. The hopelessness and weakness of the light that he once clung to. He would drown him in horror until the being he was had broken into a thousand pieces, until the very fabric of his foundations was torn down and tainted by corruption.

 

[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: Facing The Beast | Gear: Corporis Skin Suit, Twin White Lightsabers, Amphistaff, Blast Bugs

A blade slice. Not much effect. He hadn't expected it to do much more than be an annoyance, if that. Still, he hadn't known how itwould affect the creature so he had to try. Now k owing, he was going to have to try something else. Perhaps some exposed soft tissue would be of use? But where? Its entire hide seemed to be the same as what he had struck at, meaning it was going to be more or less impervious to saber strikes. He could go for its head, but that would put him close to its maw.

His deliberation lead him to the eyes, but he needed to reach them from a distance so he reached for his blast bugs. As he did so, he was suddenly struck by a blaster shot which knocked him off course. He directed the Force around him in a bubble as he glanced in the direction that the shot had come from. In so doing, he missed the tentacle that swatted him up and away from the troopers, sending him careening through the swampy undergrowth that surrounded them.

When he stopped, he lay there for a moment, completely lost. That hadn't exactly felt good. The pain, though, was nothing short of excruciating. As he lay there, he felt around and determined he had at least two broken ribs, perhaps an inter al laceration. Breathing wasn't the most wonderful thing in the world, either. Aside from keeping him alive, it hurt like hell tomake his chest rise and fall as necessary. But in the end he didn't care. The pain was real, but it wasn't mental. Nothing could hurt him the way other things had before. Not anymore.

The one plus side, he had been blown far enough away that he didn't have to immediately worry about the troops that had been firing on him. Plus they were going to have to worry about the creature. Foolish idiots that had drawn such a beast from the void. Leave it to these current, pompous Sith to make such an effort. Never before had he seen such egotistical mania as he had seen in recent iterations of Sith. So full of themselves they believed they could do things others had proven impossible.

As he lay there, he close his eyes and reached into the deepest folds of the Force, cloaking himself eithin the Current and reaching deeper. Everything had a connection to the Force. He could feal the dark emptiness raging from Prazutis and the empty sea of Varex, but could either feel the blazing sun of thr light? He opened himself to it, letting it reach out to push back against the darkness with him as a focal point.If the immense power of the Force burned up his body then so be it. He would regenerate anew,and then he could seek peace.

He, like many others, knew how to call upon the light. In practice he had honed it down to a beam of devestating energy? Now? Well, he knew its potential to cleanse and that was what he was going for as he let waves of intense power wash out from him. It was all he could think to do.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

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Legionnaire Advanced | CSM-10 | Blaster Rifle | Vibrosword | Dagger ​

Ion Grenade x2 | Flash Detonator x1 | Thermal Detonator x1​

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She blinked and in the moment her sword was to go for the Jedi, the creature had done away with him. The antechamber seemed to slow for her in the moments that followed as the Jedi recklessly moved with the Force allowing energies of the light pour from him. A swivel of her helmet her eyes fell to Taeli in the moment and with another launch of another grappling hook. Without thinking moved for the Sith an armored arm moved around the Lorrdian. The Galidraani pivoted their positions utilizing the armor she wore to take on the energy. The white and orange of the Legionnaire Advanced went untouched, as a non-Force sensitive it would do little to her. She recalled the flickers of the barrier that Taeli had given her, and so she held onto the woman perhaps even tighter as the hook's line pulled. It was in the moment she swore that a purple gaze cut through the HUD and right into her azure orbs.

Fiolette pushed off the antechamber wall, her vibrosword by this point had fallen to the antechamber's floor. One arm around Taeli the other made use of the grappling lines and the hooks to shift around the creature. This she hoped would give Taeli time to respond to the reckless Jedi or give her a different order as Fiolette ordered her Talons to take what they could of the rebel squad back to the shuttles and get off Asation. The admiral turned soldier knew now the lessons of her past, why the Force had been seen with such virtol when she was a child. The Cosmic Balance taught her that those gifted had essentially been given the ability to cheat through life. She knew it wasn't the truth and even now as her grapple lines went taut her boots once more pushed off and away from a wall.

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Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | The Sith Empire
Opponents: [member="Varex"] | The Rebel Alliance
Objective: Guard the Temple Complex | Protect the Sith Get Taeli.
Unit / Unit Gear: 52nd Company, Legionnaire Advanced Armor + Legionnaire Standard Gear
Direct Engagement: [member="Kamon Vondiranach"]
Indirect Engagement: 52nd Company vs Venom Assault Squad | Take any Venom Assault Squad member who still lives back to shuttles, escape Asation.

 

[Anden Fancelo]

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OBJECTIVE: Survive. Reach Belphaegor. Assume control, and evacuate Sith assets. Maintain composure and await debrief.
EQUIPMENT: Mark I Ghoul TIC Armor | Mark I Banshee IAW | Glie-50 Blaster Pistol

With the final shuttle purposed for the infantry, left the Acerbitas. Anden took one of many vacant seats within, resting his arms on his lap, back slouched and distant from the trio of individuals that he embarked the shuttle with, that being the pair of medics and the stressed officer. The soldiers of the Empire conversed, with one just occasionally glancing over to the Gravewalker with slight concern. The concern coming from the medic as he couldn't help but noticed the smoke still emitting from the grazes on the Gravewalker's armor.

Fething mandalorians.

The Lieutenant groaned a bit as he adjusted himself a bit, setting down his pulse rifle down beside his feet. He then looked over one of the many grazes he took in, however this was one was large. The large graze cauterized from the shot coming from a blaster, was bleeding. The wound stretched out and some of his flesh tore due to the stress of using that arm so much. Fancelo sighed and looked over the medics, beckoning the medic over.

Anden's arm was getting treated, as were the other grazes, and he remained still in his chair as he awaited the shuttle to land in the hangar that the other evacuating shuttles did. He shut his eyes, wanting to rest, despite the spikes and stings of pain from the treatment.

"Sir. Your hands... are you alright?" Asked one of the medics.

Fancelo opened his eyes, looking down onto his hands. They were shaking. Like they did on Ession.

The medic looked over the helmeted lieutenant. "Sir?"

Anden shook his head lightly. "I'll be fine... just get it over with."

His expression was hidden, but one could say it was a mix of dread and relief. They were right. Fancelo leaned back. The shuttle he was in, was entering the hangar of one of the many ships that were under the Sith Empire, the mission was over.

A failure? Unsure, Fancelo was to find out.

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Gree Ruins – GTFO[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: GTFO[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: SJO[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: TSE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Engaging: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The blast to his armor did nothing and Allyson cursed at the failure to do anything to him. She had assumed at least the vibration caused from the contact would cause him to flinch or something along those lines. Looking up at his height she quickly moved back becoming defensive. He spoke of her paramour and she shook her head quickly knowing exactly who he was speaking of. Bitter memories of that terrible place he had taken her began to fill her mind. The images he had shown her, the things he told her that she would do to Kaili echoed again and again. It wasn’t time for her to face him – not yet she wasn’t strong enough. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“No paramour. It’s just me, it will always be just me.” As she moved back gaining space between her and the beast of a man, a hand gripped the small dagger finding comfort in it as she moved back. The repulsors in her armor around her legs helped propel her a distance away from the Sith. The Force quivered and Allyson knew this wasn’t a good sign. If anything, it was time to go – they had failed to stop whatever was happening here and if they lingered too long she would probably get blown up again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]One more explosion to her face and she was going to become a meme. Allyson radioed to the others, “Let’s get out of here while we can.” Looking towards Kaine, she groaned. This was her chance and she blew it – she wasn’t ready. “This isn’t over. I’m going to kill you, even if it’s the last thing I do.” She was pretty sure he had heard that before, but she didn’t linger too much longer to hear him speak and tell her that. She moved with the help of her armor, to get as far as possible. Living to see another day, but it felt like a failed day. Either way, she would do her best to get stronger – better. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She needed to become a Jedi. [/SIZE]

 

[WelshPsych]

Location: Gree Ruins
Allies: [member="Allyson Locke"] and SJO
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] and TSE
Objectives: Get outta dodge and avoid the BFG, F does not stand for friendly...

Yuroic had been made, that much was clear as the Sith Lord built up a powerful Force Power, which was then sent his way. Yuroic was able to dodge most of the blast, but was still knocked unsteady and landed hard on the ground. He took a moment to recover, his breathing wheezed slightly as he growled, he had to keep Allyson safe and he needed to get up. She was quickly becoming an important figure in the Order and Yuroic knew that he couldn't let her die for it would crush many people. It would be like losing his Master again, except this time he would be the one at fault. That was something he wouldn't allow.

Building from his own reserves of hate, most of it self-hatred, he pooled the Force in both his hands. His anger mixed in as he aimed at the Sith Emperor, it was time to fully reveal himself in a less stealthy approach. Breathing out, he threw a powerful Force Push in an attempt to knock the Sith Lord off balance. This was to give Allyson a chance to escape without harm or fear of an attack. His intense gaze turned to Allyson after he made his attack on the Sith Lord. He too felt the presence of the monster that they had originally come to stop, it only meant that the others were not able to intervene in the Sith plans. It was an unfortunate consequence.

"Allyson, go! I'll keep him distracted. Get out of here!" Yuroic shouted as he ignited his two Lightsabers, preparing for the fight of his life. While he was a skilled fighter, he never seen himself the best fighter out there and realistically, facing this Sith Lord, he should be. Yuroic couldn't afford any mistakes in his techniques and his mind raced through all he learnt. Today was his biggest test of skill.

 

[Tehkyram]

Objective: Jedi Hunt
Allies: Sith Imperial Legion // @Vanessa Vantai
Enemies: Rebel Soldiers // [member="Cenric Marus"]

Tehkyram stared down the Jedi, pacing around him. He knew that every second he didn't attack, the Jedi would recover. But he also knew that the Jedi was expecting him to attack and had a defense prepared. For all their arrogance, the Jedi were no different than any other wild beast that had threatened him. They all operated the same way.

Then, suddenly, a voice chimed in over the ship's PA system:

"Gorgon, please hold your fire. This is LMSG-1152, my squad has successfully taken the bridge of the Defiance. We'd like to power down, but, uh, the thing is, we're not trained to operate bridge functions, we're, uh, we're kind of trained just to shoot people. And we've, uh, well, we kinda sorta had to shoot everyone on the bridge, they didn't seem too interested in surrendering. So, uh, we'd really appreciate it if you, uh, you know, if you didn't shoot us while we tried to, uh... Wait, hold on, is this for ship-to-ship communication? Is this the PA system? Wait, what? Ah slag, gimme a minute..."

That was sufficient distraction for Tehkyram. He immediately charged the Jedi, then suddenly dropped and tumbled forward in a defensive roll before springing up with a vicious lunge attack.

"Okay, lemme try this again. Uh, Gorgon, please hold your fire, this is... Wait, what does that green light mean? ...Am I still on the PA horn? Dammit, is there like, a manual or something we could use? This is just fraggin' ridiculous. Uh, okay, lemme see if I press this button..."

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

ALLIES: [member="Belphaegor"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] | [member="Lok Munin"]
ENEMIES: [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"]
OBJECTIVE: Just wrapping up...

Matsu could accept that Hirou had made their own decision - that the Nezumi had done what was best for the mission. There wasn't anger for that reason. It did, after all, constitute success.

But there was anger for everything else. That she’d been too exhausted to spot the lie. That she’d been lied to at all. That all of them had let her walk on to this ship assuming reason wouldn't reach her.

All of them
m a n i p u l a t i n g

Rage, barely contained, boiled over when hands curled around her limbs to placate her. Despite her savaged body she thrashed against them, supernatural strength granted through the Force as she fought them. Something else inside her snapped, an audible, hideous pop-crunch felt but barely heard over her frenzied screaming.

“Liars! I'll cut every fething secret out of you! LIARS!”

When her tiny frame slammed down on to a table, hands grabbing at her arms and legs...she was back on Dxun. She still remembered those nightmares, trapped on a table like this under the pressure of some existential endlessness, back in the space she’d found and part of her had never come back from. don't make me go back there, PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME GO BACK THERE!

She fought even harder, frantically fighting against people that - in her disconnection - she was no longer sure she could trust. Anger roiled out as her mind let go, invisible but unstoppable as two of the medics closest to her suddenly backed up and clutched at their heads, shrieking in fear. A third turned and slammed his head against the sharp edge of the gurney, a fountain of blood spraying in all directions. A fourth turned and started fighting the first two.

Matsu…

He wouldn't…
GET OUT OF MY HEAD.

Sleep…

Worse. Betrayal.

She was too weak, too tired. The uncontrollable urge to close her eyes couldn't be resisted and she was afraid. Like the induced coma on Dxun, once again she would fall to oblivion. But that had made sense.

This - this intrusion...it didn't.
Unforgivable.

Reaching out with the last bit of strength she had, she gripped at his mind in return and pressed one sentiment back.

Forget.
And took all his knowledge of the Force with her before she went unconscious.