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Your Overconfidence Is Your Weakness | Rebel Alliance Invasion of Sith Empire Held Dubrillon Hex

Intruding on the ship, carpooling to work...

Objective: Piracy.
Allies: @Katya Shorn │ [member="Judas Foster"]
Enemies: @Jocelyn Zambrano │ [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] │ [member="Darth Rixas"] │ [member="Vaylin"] │ [member="Blackblade Guard"] │ The Sith Empire
Engaging: [member="Nyra Mazul"]


The Slave glanced up at his newest nickname, furrowing his brow beneath the helmet and becoming slightly perturbed. He thought about what she called him, delved on it, even ignoring what she had to say outside of this as the name pestered his very core;

... You didn’t just call me that, did you?”, he said.

Taking a moment however, he looked back outside the tram as it picked up speed; the would be assassin now separated by a door and some transparisteel that kept them secluded to their respected areas. It seemed she’d become a ride along, held on by nothing by her whip.

The tram was quick, and kept them careening towards their eventual goal; but this didn’t sit well enough with him as the first of many was already on their tail. It was only then he actually considered Katya’s words outside the first comment;

Hate to break it to you, Kate, but we’re that type.”, he quipped.

More importantly, as long as we get to the AI core in engineering, we’ll be fine. We’re almost there regardless.
 
Location: Refinery Facility

Enemy: [member="Darth Vesper"]


The memories played out before Cedric like a holovid, and it all happened within a fraction of a second in real time. The Knight lived it nonetheless. It was a situation he had not expected, but one that did not surprise him. Antherion had come from Sith, been twisted by them, and then embraced his role.

It bore similarities to his own origin, though his progenitor had loved his son far too much to subject him to such tortoise. No, Mephirium had been far crueler than that - he had shown his boy a father's love and pride, and then he had taken that away forever.

Sulfuric eyes stared into a mask of steel. One could only guess as to what sort of look Cedric gave Vesper in that moment.

"My father was a monster too," he spoke quietly, "But we must rise above our fathers. Their sins are not ours, and the roles they wished for us to play are not set in stone. They made you into this Antherion - you don't have to be what they wanted you to become: what he wanted you to become. Your mother loved you, and that's truthfully the only thing that makes this painful life worth living."

The Knight made no move to stop the Sith Lord. He just looked him in the eye, or as best he could with the mask obscuring his face. "I don't think you've ever let yourself feel that. You've cheated yourself Antherion." His tone was calm, even. In the face of death, Cedric remained stood - even as his body cried out against the pain that the spears had induced.

"There is more to life than suffering and death. You've embraced these things: let go of it, for once in your life, and see the galaxy the way we see it. You'll be happier than you are now." The Blade of Ruusan flickered with golden light in Cedric's freehand, but he did not seize the opportunity to cut Vesper down.

He waited, and then he reached out.

The mental link Antherion had forged was a two way street. Just as the Sith flooded Cedric's mind with his memories, so too did Cedric to him. They were not as coherent as the Sith's, but rather bits and pieces of Cedric's past.

The first was the image of a broken world consumed by a force storm viewed from the res of a five year old child. The next was that of the child once again, only now he stood upon a great podium that overlooked much of the population of Ession's capital city. The adults around him spoke for the boy, and the child found himself clinging to the figure of [member="Veiere Arenais"], who then gave a short speech about the sacrifice the boy's father had made.

It skipped forward once more. The boy was a teenager now, and busied himself by sparring with his twin sister. They smiled and laughed, the love between the two siblings obvious. Then came an image of the girl again, her body broken and bloodied against a background of war.

He showed Antherion the quiet moments after that. The lonely nights. The suicidal thoughts that accompanied them. For many years, the boy was alone.

The burning of Ession followed. The thoughts that had gone through Cedric's mind were as real in the memory as they were then, and they were of a darker sort. He had sobbed alone in his office, and when the tears fell no more, he had plotted the demise of those that had slaughtered his people. Cedric had been taken over by his desire for vengeance.

And the [member="Wyatt Morga"]n had come into the officer, offered Cedric a cup of calf, and talked with him about it. The grief had remained, but the anger dissipated. The knight's purpose had been made clear.

It shifted to a the massive party thrown after Jaminere, when Cedric had fired off playful insults at [member="Ari Vox"] and received them in turn. It showed [member="Ras Val'kor"] doing everything in his power not to murder [member="Lyra Sarn"] as she made a particularly bad joke at the older man's expense.

Then, finally, it shifted to another moment in Cedric's office, though at another time. It showed [member="Romi Jade"] drawing close, and reaching out to him to make sure he was okay in the most genuine way she could. The Knight had embraced her then, and it was a feeling Antherion would likely experience as well through the link.

And then it was severed.

"Life is only darkness when you choose to walk alone. They helped me. Let me do the same for you. It isn't too late."
 
A Light Shining in Darkness
Storming the beaches, facing the void...


Objective: Survive.
Enemies: [member="Khonsu Amon"] │ [member="Alkor Centaris"] │ [member="Corso"]
Allies: The Rebel Alliance

With Khonsu thrown overboard, and Alkor coming swiftly downwards with another strike; Wyatt knew his time had come. In truth, he’d rather die than depart; as the aging Jedi had very little to live for besides sacrifice. A self motivated martyr, but while his spirit was strong; his body could not keep up, not with the years of idle work and spiritual journeying he’d done. He had become soft, far softer than the mandalorian before him and the sith that came for him even now. Once upon a time, he might have fared better, but now was not that time.

His hand moved to meet the blade, a surprising amount of force used to catch its dangerous edge before it could penetrate too deep; somehow stopping it only an inch into the muscle. That didn’t mean it was worth it, as now even Wyatt’s free hand began to bleed; something he didn’t exactly think through with the grasp.

Last chance.”, Alkor offered.

It felt more like an insult than charity, but that was perhaps his upbringing speaking. He may not have looked it, but the man was born on Mandalore just like so many warriors before him; and he was no stranger to their customs.

No, he wouldn’t give up so easily. Death was welcome, becoming one with the eternity of the force was a dream; and so he decided in his head to fight. His hand let go of the blade, allowing it slide even deeper; rubbing bone as it passed through gore and flesh. Wyatt couldn’t help but cry out in pain as it did so, but it only amplified his energy as he pressed a hand to Alkor’s chest; a turbulent wave of energy surging once more from his palm.

It seemed weaker than before, but its danger was no less. The speed, ferocity of the strike, implied some emotion behind it; something unlike what most of his strikes and movements to this point involved, and as it broke loose of his metaphysical grip it even threatened to create a vacuum between the two. The sound of air rushing to meet this void created a small bang; a shockwave that spread across the beach.

With their separation complete, Wyatt desperately struggled to turn and stand, to adopt some form of Makashi or Niman; to raise a bloodied hand in defiant heroism; but every movement he made was met with deeper resistance from his muscles, more harsh blood and even worse reparations as blood began to spurt from his thigh. Every breath was a struggle as the ice that had formed on his hip had begun to spread, making his blood toxic as the necrosis seeped further into his system in only the few moments it had started.

He refused to admit it, but he was beat. Everyone could see it but the Jedi.

I…

Two men rushed through the fire and the flame to grab the Jedi from his kneeled position, dragging him towards the beach as their cries fell on deaf ears.

I won’t… run…”, he spoke through harsh whispers and ragged heaves.

You’re not dying today, Jedi!”, one of the men called.

The rest of his words turned to static as Wyatt cried out into the ever closing darkness; blaster fire ripping through the void to stir up sand all around him.

We can keep pushing…

Last transport off the beach. Make sure he gets off!”, the other spoke to the attendant medic on the ships cargo bay.

We can’t leave yet.

Understood, Lieutenant. We’ll keep him going.

Shots twanged off the durasteel of the ship’s hull, threatening to end the meeting before a somber man covered in others blood quickly forced the door to close; offering both Wyatt and Alkor their last glimpse at each other.

Let me fight.”, he mouthed.

Let me die.

And the world turned to the void...
 
Location: Da Behemoth
Objective: Doing all the stuff
Allies: [member="Blackblade Guard"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Rixas"]
Enemies: [member="The Slave"] (Lovelocks) | [member="Katya Shorn"] [member="Judas Foster"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWGRO9KH8Mc

Bimbo? Bimbo? Really?

Nyra held onto the whip crawling up it until her hand touched the transparasteel of the tram. She smiled back at the passengers in the tram and held on with clawed hand and a quick application of the force. Three enemies, one of which was positively oozing edge lord all over the place. "I hope it isn't the handsome one," she yelled, but the transparent metal prevented them from hearing her.

Looking down at the group she opened her mouth wide and blew in a huff onto the glass like material letting condensation form. Her free hand moved up and she drew a heart on the glass before mouthing the words 'you' and pointing vaguely at Katya Shorn.

A clawed hand spread over the glass and moved around in a circle before Nyra unleashed a torrent of energy. The transparent metal shattered in the area around her hand as if it was the glass it tried to hard to emulate.

Nyra fell through the ceiling and landed on the tram among the three would be shipjackers.She landed gracefully on her feet kicking at the door pushing it from it's slider and freeing her whip which she grabbed and wrapped around her waist "Fifty percent," she said. "Of whatever you're taking."
 
Intruding on the ship, carpooling to work...

Objective: Piracy.
Allies: [member="Katya Shorn"] │ [member="Judas Foster"]
Enemies: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] │ [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] │ [member="Darth Rixas"] │ @Vaylin │ [member="Blackblade Guard"] │ The Sith Empire
Engaging: [member="Nyra Mazul"]

Squinting, he didn’t understand what she meant, but The Slave had yet to move as she broke into the tram. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t place it, nor did he intend to at that moment. She was offering turncoat status for what? Half a legendary super star destroyer?

What? You’re outnumbered, three to one, and you’re asking for what?”, he said with progressively tired tone.

If he could have, he’d of rubbed his temple or pinched the bridge of his nose to try and contemplate what was going on. It took him a moment to speak up once more before his voice broke the silence;

We’re not even-”, he stopped, quickly interrupting himself.

You know what, fine. Fifty percent.”, he said waving his hand more dramatically than he should have.

The Slave held in an annoyed groan as he glanced between the hodge podge of sith he brought with him. They had no teamwork, no depth, just snarky comments and poor decisions; all of which would lead any rational person to believe they didn’t have a chance for success, especially adding into it a busty leather clad vixen hell bent on making deals.

Somehow, despite all of that, he couldn’t help but think they were going to be successful through it all.

Odd.
 

Fiolette Fortan

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Dubrillion





The Behemoth | War Fleet Black Iron
Directly Engaging: [member="Jaster of Clan [/FONT][/SIZE][/I][SIZE=14px][FONT=georgia][I]Awaud[/FONT][/I][/SIZE][I][SIZE=12px][FONT=georgia]"]
Indirectly Engaging: [member="The Slave"] | [member="Katya Shorn"] | [member="Judas Foster"]
Allies Aboard the Behemoth: [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Rixas"] | [member="Blackblade Guard"]
Questionable: [member="Nyra Mazul"]


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Inside the Behemoth the Tram would come to a violent stop, power had been rerouted away from the tram's systems. At least temporarily, someone or something was on to the intruders. A door nearby the Tram would open giving the intruders the opportunity to either get off the tram or attempt to restart it themselves. On the ground the marines were now closer to reaching their objective. Some had been taken out others were already attempting to restart planetary to ship communications.

"Good, he'll assume my attention is split." Fiolette smirked as the rebel armada turned to engage her screens, "he'll want to come down directly into the gap here, and here." She demonstrated to the commander and turned to watch Vaylin leave to deal with the intruders. Quietly, Fiolette paused a moment and sent small intraship communications alerting key personnel to key locations on the ship. From there she returned her focus to the battle at hand, "recall our fighters, return them to defensive screens along the outer portion of the central guard."

"Of course," the officer acknowledged, and it appeared to Fiolette that he continued to back up and with the knowledge of reinforcements. She turned around to the board, a hand behind her back as she looked at the formations in play.

She was firm in her next statements, "continue our descendent path. And, Commander. Prepare the cannon."

The Rebel Armada continued to play the dance, continued to try and skirt out of the Behemoth's range.

"We've lost a Shard frigate!"

Fiolette nodded and echoed the Supreme Admiral's sentiments. "Their loss shall be remembered, and that of the loss of many our kin on this day. Let it be a reminder that rebels are nothing but terrorists who seek nothing but their own personal gains. They're lost sentimentality over their cause does them a great disservice." The Galidraani brought up the roster of that Frigate. Letters would be hand written and sent to their families in person, the notes to attend every funeral went to the back of her mind. "For now we remind them who we are, we are Imperials let them never forget."

The Annihilation Cannon would take time to prepare but not the mega lasers, no they were ready to fire now and just as the Behemoth groaned into her continued turn her guns were now able to grasp the Lucrehulk in her sight. "Fire the mega lasers when ready, Commander."

"Initiating reactor sequence, targeting the Lucrehulk."

The Behemoth roared in response to the Lucrehulk, angrily unleashing her KM/TL Megalasers.

"Relay the order to the Heresiarchs, both of them. Engage the Lucrehulk all weapons allow them to move just forward." Fiolette watched the escorts to the Behemoth pushed forward as the turn continued they too now could set their battlefield length mega lasers on the Lucrehulk. "They may fire when ready."

And once more death streaked across the stars reaching for the Lucrehulk as well.

"Heresiarchs report ready on the long range, Mass Driver and Solar Ionization Cannons at the ready."

Fiolette only looked at the Commander and he knew the orders and relayed them and the ships moved to ensure that they were well within the Lucrehulk's range. Again, promises of death were carried on the whispers of the lasers and the screams of the mass drivers as they raced across the expanse. "Fighters have returned but their numbers dwindle."

"Then pray that the Vermillion Authority arrives sooner rather than later."

The battle pressed forward the rebel armada's bombers were met with a mix of ion barrage and missile fire from the Vanguard, two of the front Shards were damaged in the process but would continue their assault. Sensor data was brought back regarding the droids, information that would be passed onto the Authority upon their arrival whenever that would be. It was now only a matter of minutes before the Behemoth could fully take the Lucrehulk in her sight. "Have our harbingers engage the rebel armada left flank with mass drivers and ion cannons."

"Of course."

The order was carried out on the encrypted channel, and within moments the Harbingers opened fire targeting the largest ship in their wake. Now the Behemoth was nearing her threshold and soon the cannon would be ready. It hummed as it continued its preparations, the cannon's crew continued to work the weapon's aim and trajectory keeping the Lucrehulk well within their calculations. The War Fleet at this point was starting to show its signs of battle-worn scars shields worked tirelessly, the fighters returned with less numbers per wave than they had left with. War was a brutal god who often demanded death for his appetite and Death was a willing lover who sought to keep her beloved satiated.

Death whispered to Fiolette on this day, as she often did during these engagements.

In the passing moments something began to ripple. "THE AUTHORITY THEY'RE HERE!"

A full fleet of just under 20,000 meters emerged from hyperspace, some were jostled by the gravity wells. A necessary precaution they understood but were nevertheless ready to fight. Guns now looked at the rebel armada's Jaraden carriers, turbolaser batteries, double heavy turbolaser batteries and a barrage of ion cannons opened fire on them without mercy. Fiolette's upper lip curled at the sight, "keep our focus!"

The War Fleet in its diamond form now angled downward with the Behemoth on the last part of her turn. It looked as if someone were to throw a spear into the Rebel Armada and her point would be the Annihilator Cannon. The more she turned the more power would be shifted so that she could push as fast as she could, opaced hues of greens and the paths of mass drivers. Ion barrages and missile fire now clouded the exchange between the Armada and the War Fleet.

Death was a willing lover.

War would have his fill today.

The Emperor’s Fist
Action Report;
  • Aquila forces the Tram to stop, diverting power temporarily. Doors open to another part of the ship that is not engineering.
  • Some of the Marines have reached objectives, some are starting to attempt to reestablish communications. Others are still trying to find their objectives.
  • All fighters have been pulled back, engaged in defensive screen around the diamond formation.
  • Behemoth and Heresiarchs begin to launch assault on Lucrehulk with Megalasers.
  • Heresiarchs move forward and engage Lucrehulk with Solar Ionization and Mass Driver Cannons.
  • Rearguard Harbingers engage heavy targets from enemy left flank. Right flank is met with continued targeted fire of weapons exchange when possible.
  • War Fleet and Bemeoth nearly complete in turn, Behemoth prepares Annihilation Cannon.
  • Loss of one Shard Frigate, two others damaged, number of fighters/bombers have dwindled but hold strong in defensive forms together.
  • Vermillion Authority arrives underneath Rebel Armada, targeting carriers.
  • War Fleet and Authority now fully engaged in weapons exchange countering and targeting enemy ships.
  • The War Fleet continues its descendent looking to engage in more standard range engagement soon.
 
OBJECTIVE: Earn Credits
LOCATION: Dubrillion Refinery Complex
ALLIES: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Elani Zambrano"], [member="Comet"]
ADVERSARIES: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Cedric Grayson"], [member="Cenric Marus"], [member="Aryn Teth"], [member="Aten Ramses"], [member="Ras Val'kor"]

The Mandalorian Bounty Hunter plummeted towards Dubrillion at a near incomprehensible speed. His form pierced the air before him, both arms by his side and his head angled straight down. As stiff as a stick; a beskar stick. The sidecloak on his person seemingly struggled to stay attached to his shoulder, stuck straight due to the angle he fell in. In the reflection of his visor, the echoes of the explosions, flames, and soon-to-be corpses (albeit ant-sized) persisted throughout his descent. Above him the Spear II continued to fly without him, and it was without conflict this time- soaring off to an uncontested location to land, and wait. You never put all your eggs in one basket, and if worse came to worse, the Spear II was ready. It always was.

By the time Fett had reached a certain altitude he rotated his figure, now his legs faced the ground by his gaze never shifted. The Visor remained glued upon his intended destination. Flames began to spit furiously from the exhaust of his Jetpack, slowing his descent until it was to come to an eventual halt. Hovering. The device roared an angry roar, heightened by it's extra output. It was from this position in which he scanned the area ahead of him, but only with the eyes in his head. Jedi and Sith, Stormtroopers and Rebels. They all fought the same goals. They all died the same, too.

In time, he landed upon the steely ground of the Refinery itself. It's outdoors area rather large and vast, capable of withstanding ranged combat for a rather lengthy duration with a sizeable force. Unfortunately for the Rebels, they couldn't afford a battle of attrition, or so one would assume.

Fett's Blaster Carbine began to glow red, hot to touch, and evaporated steam from the barrel. That is what continuous fire did, after all. With the added mobility of a Jetpack, the Mandalorian was capable of darting all around the battlefield. It wasn't rare to see him flank a grouping of Rebels, or gain an advantageous position because of it. Blaster, Wrist Rocket, Flamethrower, Dart Launcher. All of which had their uses today.
 

Comet

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OBJECTIVE: Blast 'Em
LOCATION: Dubrillion Refinery Complex
ALLIES: The Sith Empire
ENEMIES: The Rebel Alliance

The boots on the ground. The blood in the water.

The Gunships came to a screeching halt. Their engines cut their cries, and began to whirr. Then, the doors opened. Releasing a tidal wave of white uniformed Stormtroopers with Comet at the helm. Their lives were unimportant, and the most may not see it through the day. That was simply a fact. Comet didn't mind, he was here for the fight, for the thrill of combat itself. It was his duty. He would rather die on a battlefield then become old and decrepit, to die in a bed alongside those that loved you. That his nature, after all. He didn't love, he didn't have a home, only a want; a desire. It would be fulfilled no matter the cost. If his blood or another's.

Met with heavy resistance, their numbers faded just as those ahead of them were crushed beneath the boot of the Imperial Legion. So many in number, so expendable. Comet darted ahead, leaping forth into what appeared to be a crater that must've been formed from some form of explosive- it certainly wasn't natural, not in a place such as this. Soon joined by several more under his command. "Detonators!" He exclaimed, thrusting a knife hand in the direction of a Rebel entrenchment. Comet and three others reached towards their belts, snatching at their thermal detonators and priming them, then hurling the explosives in the direction of the Rebels. Safe to say they were vaporised soon after.

They would take back what was stolen from them inch by inch- no matter the cost.
 
Objective: War Games
Allies: Jedi, Rebels, Alliances, Light Side
Enemies: Sith, Empires, Dark Siders

He nodded to [member="Romi Jade"]. Yeah, Coren was about to do that thing she hated. You know the one, fight a war, and be ready to throw it all on the line. This wasn’t the type of place he was going to throw it all down though. The Rebel Alliance was good, they were a goup who fought at the SIth, but they weren’t his group. Coren Starchaser was a patriot for the Galactic Alliance. The government that was the largest and most prominent supporter of the cause of the Jedi and Light side. Yes, the Sith worked on crippling it.

But there was not going to be an end to the Alliance.

“I know.” He said, and gave her that half-grin that Corellians seemed to have mastered. But this was a bit serious. The objectives on Dubrillion? They were not exactly in line with what the man wanted, but they were getting him to swing at the Sith. Was Cedric feeling the determination? If Coren could pull enough Sith away from the objective, he could get the Rebels their objective. Just had to waste the time of the Sith long enough.

The battle was ahead, and he could see the absolutely harmonious chaos around them. And in the center of it all? [member="Darth Carnifex"].

“They’re learning. Testing your limits. Testing their own. They’ll see it through.” Maybe not this batch, but the next. Coren was not going to mince words with Kaine. He knew what the man was meaning, and he didn’t have time to spare the extra thoughts. Pumping the scatter gun, he took a shot towards the Dark Lord.

“Have to get through me first.”
 
He staggered backward from the impact, notably weaker than any he had received previously. There were obvious signs of mental and physical fatigue in the man's microexpressions. [member="Wyatt Morga"] struggled harder than before when he was struck, and he succeded in creating distance from Alkor. It was the perfect excuse for him slipping away with his life. No one could deny the Mandalorian had struck him, nor could they deny that the Rebel had put up a fight.

Alkor waited a moment and caught his breath while pain seared through his chest and down his arm. As a pair of Rebel soldiers grabbed him and dragged him away, Alkor slipped his sword over his back. His T-visor locked with the gaze of his worthy adversary, someone who deserved a better death than to be forgotten on a beach, and he silently nodded.

The transport went winging away moments later, and the sounds of retreat erupted. Cries of 'fall back' filtered through his buy'ce as the enemy became visibly demorailzed from the loss of their blazing beacon of the Light. A Jedi was a powerful weapon on any battlefield, but the loss of one proved costly as well. They saw the Mandalorian who emerged on both feet, and they broke.

"Next time," he regarded [member="Khonsu Amon"], "find someone I haven't already softened up, shabuir."

The warrior winced as his HUD sounded off a warning to 'seek treatment.' He snorted in defiance and rolled the shoulder out, mentally blocking out the subsequent, searing pain. In reality, a few more hits like those and he would probably end up with a cast and an IV full of Kolto. That was not ideal- you can't make money if you're not shooting things.

Stormtroopers rallied and roared out their approval at the victory, and some even extended an offer for use of their med-pacs. He graciously accepted the closest one and peeled a syringe from inside. Pushing the needle through a gap in his armor, he depressed the hammer and sent the restorative into his bloodstream. The cool, yet unpleasant sensation slowly spread up his arm and the pain dulled at a similar rate.

It wasn't anything near a proper fix, but it would allow him to continue using the appendage.

"They need us at the facility," he grunted as he began to stumble toward the Refinery, flanking a host of Imperials high off of the thrill of victory. "Let's keep moving."

[member="Darth Carnifex"]
 
ʜᴄ sᴠɴᴛ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏɴᴇs
Allies: [member="Darth Imperia"]; Sith
Enemies: [member="Cedric Grayson"]; Jedi and Rebels

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"It is too late - for you." Vesper plunged his fist downwards, expecting his Bolt of Hatred to rip through his foe's internal organs, rupture and liquefy them, and rid him of this troublesome Jedi once and for all. It didn't. He looked down at his hand. It was empty - no aura of power. Nothing. A faint corona of green mist, dissipating in the wind. He swallowed.

"Sutta Chwituskak," He stated confidently. A flicker, a few sparks. "Sutta Chwituskak!" This time, nothing. He lashed out at the man's chest again, waving his hand, words of power falling from his lips, impotent. "O - Odoj - Od - I..."

His eyes stung. He closed and opened them, and felt on them something he hadn't had before. In years. In as long as he could remember. Tears, running down his cheek, his face flushing. He was crying. Darth Vesper, Lord of the Sith, Lord of Avarice, the man who had killed so many in his pursuit of power was crying earnestly, hopelessly sobbing.

"...What have you done to me?"

He was breathing heavily, he stumbled backwards for a moment. It felt like his chest had been ripped open raw, it felt like a live wire had been shoved into his heart. The girl, her body broken like so many, an empty vessel of flesh for usage by the strong to make their power known... why did that vision fill him with such pain? The burning of Ession, the plotting of vengeance, the hunger, the anger - not his feeling of impinged pride and humiliation and the cold desire to lash out with and cause so much suffering, but confusion, true anger, true despair. I helped burn so many people. Innocents - no, weaklings. Why? Why does it feel this way?

He glanced around rapidly, his eyes narrowing, he was wracked with a sob. A woman's arms around him - he had mimicked the gesture, with his sister, when he had sought to pacify her, to lull her into false security, to earn her confidence. Did she feel like this every time?
What is this? The thought repeated, like a broken record, his train of carefully arranged thoughts derailed by the alien sensation. What is this? Am I dying? Has he killed me?

This was... it had to be madness. It had to be an attack. He had to stop this - suppress this - overcome this. He looked at the knight - what did his eyes reveal behind that mask. He can do this? After feeling all that, he seeks to redeem me?

At last, he figured out what this was.

"You - " He choked back a sob, wiping tears off his face, a mess. He needed to keep from breaking down, but he couldn't stop and it stung and blurred his vision. The Force wasn't obeying him as naturally, it was as though the Great Ocean had turned to rough waters. "You've poisoned me!"

Wildly, he swung his saber in a straight slash towards Cedric, hoping that by snuffing him out at last, this incomprehensible agony he had been plunged into would stop.

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Location: Looking at dubrillion far away in the MK-89ZZ
Objective: Grouping with the fleet and spacefight
Allies: The Rebel Alliance ( [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Cenric Marus"] [member="Ras Val'kor"] [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Romi Jade"] ) and [member="Alyson Halle"]
Enemies: Sith
Equipment: In signature (Plus NN-13)
Forces:
-Mepherium Battlecruisers x4
-Thunder Class Starfighter at least 50

At the moment Solon managed to put the droids relay signal on repeat, and so he could enter the battle. He activated the systems in his ships, and his radar showed the position of every friendly and unfriendly ship nearby "This is Solon. I finished with the signal and gonna rendevouz" With the spacebattle and the armies at Dubrillion, a dozen of stealthy droids that could be mistaken by debris wouldnt raise any suspicious. If help dropped from Hyperspace, this would end as quick as possible. A couple of stranglers fighters came firing at him, with the alarm ringing the entire room.

Avoiding the missiles was easy, but returning fire when he was trying to get out of their locked was the issue. Suddenly, shots came from below, destroying them. A big ship aid him. Those were the ones brought by Cedric, before he entered the planet

The cruiser welcome him at their safe space "Why were you here doing nothing?" "Their starfighters were engaging and we didnt had assistance from Thunders we sent to Dubrillion" "Well now the aid of the starfighters are back" he place himself at the front of the squads "Starfighters, follow me. Cruisers, rendevouz with [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] . Solon wanted to get into battle, and now he was at the vanguard of an army, commanding four Battlecruisers and facing a Sith Destroyer...

New Objective: Clear the orbit of enemies
 

Noah Corek

Cocked, Locked and a Smoking Barrel
Factory Judge
Location: Underwater Kolto Facility
Mission: Secure Facility (or Destroy)
Allies: Rebels - [member="Ari Vox"] - [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"]
Enemies: Imps - [member="Leliana"] - [member="Djorn Bline"] - [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] - [member="Jairus Starvald"]
Equipment: Armor - Rifle - Bolter - Pistols - Sword - Knives - Blade - Special Bullets - Various grenades

Noah was the third to enter the room right behind Ari, having shifted from the rear to the front as the DOG's at the rear were capable to handle it. The DOG's were hand picked and personally trained by Ari, himself and Ras Val'Kor but this was one of their first direct combat ops, a chance to cut their teeth per say. But that was neither here nor there in the current situation. Rushing into the room Noah's mind went into overdrive focusing to a razors edge. In his view there were six targets. Three Stormtroopers, an officer and two technicians. Stormtroopers were the obvious targets, obvious but not the targets Noah would take out first. The officer would be the first target because if the firefight did drag out the loss of an officer would hurt the rest of the troopers. The officer was dispatched with a double tap to the chest.

The Stormtroopers were next and were dispatched in the exact same way, double taps to the chest, and luckily they had lined in a nice little row like they tended to do. The next part was the technicians. Without the protection of the officer and the troops they were very unlikely to try anything but Noah wasn't taking any chances, they were still considered enemy combatants, another couple of double taps and they were dealt with. Once everything had settled down he sighed and reloaded his rifle, not even looking at the rifle he hit the magazine release and flicked his wrist, sending his rifle empty magazine flying and hitting the ground. Slapping in a new magazine and hitting the bolt release he let the rifle hang from its sling before removing his helmet when it was said the air was okay.

Looking around he noticed one of the commander of the two hundred Rebel soldiers from the subs approaching him. Well he was the commander until. "Ah good Captain Fortis you've finally joined the party." Noah smiled in a joking manner as he shook the Twi'lek mans hand. "Couldn't let you guys have all the fun." Noah chuckled at this. "Alright down to business. I want the soldiers split into five, forty soldier platoons. Aurek platoon will secure the facilities northern sector, Besh secures the east, Cresh the south and Dorn the west. I want them to use deliberate entry tactics at all times unless dynamic entry tactics are needed. While those platoons secure their sections I want Esk platoon securing this area. That means chokepoints, aid stations, repeater nests, the works. And get the slicer to slice into the cams so we can monitor both enemy and friendlies."
 
Allies: Rebels - [member="Ari Vox"], [member="Noah Corek"]
Enemies: [member="Leliana"], [member="Djorn Bline"], [member="Jairus Starvald"], [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"]
any other Sithies who jump in. Open for a duel.

Phrik armour, lightsabre (both in sig), rebreather, boltgun, sonic carbine, sidearm.


A sudden outburst of rage among the beasts of the ocean - the Firarxan sharks and the Progenitors - caused profound ripples within the flow of the Force. Bit like throwing a rock into a pond. Stirred up into a violent frenzy, the creatures went berserk, seemingly attacking anything in sight without any regard to their own safety and instincts.


Elpsis sensed the sudden shift. Being an empath, she was attuned to such things. The rage was so palpable that she felt a painful throbbing in the back of her head, though she got it under control. Tthe mental manipulations carried out by Jairus left her a trail to follow right back to its source. She felt his presence, and the wroth of the creatures as they assaulted the rebel submarines. "Making the poor fish go aggro," she replied calmly in response to Ari's query about the Sith Master. "Possibly spoiling the facility's kolto production."


There were a few factors the Sith Lord - and his scientist companion, though Elpsis was unaware of her at present - might not have onsidered when they embarked upon this quest. Firstly, the creatures, driven berserk through a cocktail of chemicals and mental manipulation, would probably be...difficult to control. Thus they would probably impede Sith transports just as much as rebel ones.


Secondly, military spec submarines were very big, heavy and meant to last. A Firaxan shark was not much bigger than a normal human. Thus they would not be able to eliminate a military submarine. The Progenitors were bigger and heavier than the sharks. Thus the smaller subs should be more vulnerable to them, but their overall efficacy would still be limited. They could buffet a submarine, especially if they swarmed it en masse. This could impede the depolyment of reinforcements or an exit on the part of the infiltration team. But getting through steel was a different matter.


The Progenitors were also the creatures that produced the kolto. If the scientist cared for her babies, her way of expressing this sentiment was a little flawed. For she was putting them in harm's way by siccing them on the trespassers' ships and driving them into a frenzy. Not to mention potentially compromising the kolto production of this facility. In doing so, the Dynamic Duo might inadvertently cause more damage than the small band of rebels would have been capable of doing on its own.


There were other presences that commanded Elpsis' attention. She felt the flare of a Force Signature, though she could not track it with precision. What she got was a broad sense of danger that indicated the infiltration team would get company soon. Sadly, danger sense was often vague like that. "Getting company. Can you track the Sith troops?" she asked the team slicer. Meanwhile, the rebels were busy securing the area, setting up chokepoints and stuff. Elpsis did not interfere with that. She would stick with Ari's mooks and help out where needed
 

Ari Vox

I thought this was America, huh?!
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[SIZE=11pt]Equipment[/SIZE]
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Re: Signature
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[SIZE=11pt]1st & 2nd Line Gear + BR-212 Jackal, Vornskr Mark 8 Scattergun
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[SIZE=11pt]Forces[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]
1x
Ceraluen-Class Siege Submarine[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]2x Varindar-Class Attack Submarine[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]4x Maladon-Class Submarine Fighter[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]DOG Unithttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/130783-deniable-operations-group-dog/ - Viking - Team 01 - 5 Operators[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]15x 1st Unconventional Warfare Operatives[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]200x Rebel Alliance Soldiers[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]Mission[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]Insertion into the Area of Operations (Kolto Growth and Processing Plant[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt])
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Allies: Rebels - [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] [member="Noah Corek"]
Enemies: TSE - [member="Leliana"] [member="Djorn Bline"] [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] [member="Jairus Starvald"]

[SIZE=11pt]With their initial barrage completed and the rebel reinforcements successfully deployed, the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]wolfpack of submarines had begun to peel backwards at a slow crawl, making to disappear once again into the black abyss of the deep ocean waters. By now their tubes had once more been loaded and flooded, prepared to act in defence of the facility that lay mangelled at their bows as they passive sonars tracked any and all readings across the board. There was a time where nothing seemed to move, silence dominated the waters of Dubrillion, even the wrecks of the turboblaster turrets and the various subs that the wolfpack[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] had annihilated lay silent in their graves.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Then, chaos.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]They rose up from the rift that lay just before the facility, a literal horde of Firaxan Sharks[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] that surged out from the depths in a maddening frenzy, they massive bodies whipping up currents all around them as they tore into the unmanned deployment vessels the rebels had used for the operation as well as the various husks of submarines that lay scattered across the ocean’s floor. Some too made their way out farther, their intent quite obvious in making their presence known to the absolutely massive submarine and it’s small flotilla of followers, but the captain of the Ceraluen-class was having none of it and sent orders to the smaller, more [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]maneuverable[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Maladon-Class submarine captains.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Before the swarm of sharks could even pass along the cusp of the massive shelf that the facility rested upon they were hit with two blasts of active sonar pulses that almost seemed to have a physical effect on the creatures. From either flank the Maladons had cut across the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]wolfpack, their smaller, slender forms more agile than their command vessel’s own and their ships only manned by one single crew. Following the Ceraluen’s orders they crossed along the front of the wolfpack[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] and took up positions once more on the flanks, preparing to repeat the action to prevent the sharks from passing the cusp, enraged even further by the sonar pulses themselves. Each captain aboard each vessel watched their sonar readings with great care, wary of the sharks ever making it past the cusp of the undersea cliff. Were they to do that, they’d be met with more active sonar, the ships each able to put out continuous pulses that almost seemed to batter at the beasts while the slinking submarines just continued to draw further, and further away.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The option was there to deploy weapons, the cloud of sharks was thick enough that the Captain of the Ceraluen could have ordered a single missile plunge into their midsts and explode on a timed occurrence, but he felt there was no need to harm the animals, and kept the plan in the back of his mind, in case things got too dicey.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Within the facility the rebels had swarmed and taken all of the halls, rooms, and areas that led them up towards the security hub, effectively assembling a beachhead for their forces to strike from. At the hub the resistance to their growing control was minimal at best, small counter-attacks staged by upstart Lieutenants or grizzled veteran Sergeants were smashed by the DOG who roamed the facility nearest the hub with near impunity. They’d left their slicer behind, his tools working frantically at the last remaining server to keep it secured, though it required a hardline connection, and to have it take on jobs that the other servers had been handling prior to their short-circuiting, most notably the returning of the lights and the activation of the security measures within the facility itself. Ray shields had been something he’d noticed when his worm was causing havoc.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]For the IC of the operation, things were going swimmingly. Noah had taken charge of the rebel reinforcements, there was no word from the subs -something they’d discussed earlier as a good thing[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]- and the Sith garrison was falling with relative ease. Aside from a few minor casualties that had been brought to a first aid station just behind the security hub, things were working out rather well. She couldn’t have known about the sharks around the perimeter, nor cared if one was being completely honest. The idea of retreat was far from her mind, never something she mulled over very often anyway, and the chaos of the oceans deep would take the Sith reinforcements for bait just as well as the Rebels. A win in her books.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Any update on the work?” Asked Ari, her voice almost silent beyond her sealed helmet, the words transmitted with heavy encryption to the slicer and the rest of the DOG around her. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Work’s going well, should be able to take over the systems in a few minutes, these servers are [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]seriously- whoa, wait one,” The comms cut out suddenly, and Ari felt her hackles raise up on end. The team was secure within a small defensible position just ahead of the security hub’s position, their visions cycling through thermal and infrared while their team leader Ari just kept her own in night vision. It was too much to handle while she commanded this many men[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Status,” She half-barked a minute or so later, the possibility it was something physical -a fight or an attack- was minimal, the DOG were in-between the main ingress point for any coming Sith backup and the security hub itself. It didn’t take long for her slicer to come back online.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“We’ve got airlocks opening at the farthest end of the facility, as well as the flanks. Looks like a wave of reinforcements, also I’ve got a pinpoint on where the garrison is mounting [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]it’[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]s attacks from, should be a hundred metres to your north-west,” North-west for the team would take them a little off the broken path. According to the plans that the slicer had ripped from the enemy’s systems, the area looked like a residential area for the Quarren workers that were employed at the facility.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Seal the airlocks, purge the wings, specifically the wing at the far end of the facility. Anyone coming into the facility is an enemy combatant, and if they’re leaving well I hope they’ve got their own supply of air,” He’d started to vent the air before his boss had even finished speaking, the commands only requiring a simple touch of the wrist on his pad to execute. Around the perimeter of the facility in the now blackened rooms and [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]hallways the air was suddenly non-existent, as the external blast door seals shut permanently and the internal air locks that seperated[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] the various wings of the facility were sealed shut as well. Unconsciousness would come in mere moments assuming that anyone trapped in the wings had taken a deep breath before the air was vented, more likely seconds to those who hadn’t as panic struck their minds and their thoughts became a garbled mess.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Roger that Valkyrie, doors are sealed and [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]ai[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]r is vented,” The Quarren Colony Wing had been spared the ventilation, the initial briefing of the facility having made mention of the possibility of civilians residing there to be high. So the DOGs stepped off in that direction, weapons trained down the silent and black hallways with their UWU back-up just behind them. Amongst them -Jedi Shadows- their connections reaching out to try and find the enemies before the enemies found them.[/SIZE]
 
Location: Refinery Complex

Enemy(?): [member="Darth Vesper"]

For a moment, Cedric thought he might have made a mistake. He ran through a dozen different options in his mind as Vesper's hand fell to end his life, and none of them seemed like they would make much of a difference. He had let his guard down, and the Sith Lord had taken advantage of that mercy.

The knight squeezed his eyes shut as he welcomed the death that would surely follow. His thoughts lingered upon those closest to him in that final moment, and then to all those that had helped him in forging the Rebel Alliance in spite of the seemingly insurmountable odds they had been faced with. In that moment, Cedric knew peace. His life had meant something for people other than himself.

The agony never came. Instead, the pain that already wracked his body began to fade away. The spear that had impaled his arm and pinned him to the floor began to evaporate into a cloud of dissipating black smoke as Vesper's strike never landed. Confused, the knight opened his eyes, only to be greeted by the Sith Lord's sobbing visage.

He understands. I wasn't wrong.

For the first time since landing on Dubrillon, Cedric Grayson smiled. His lips parted to speak - the hum of Antherion's lightsaber overpowered his words.

The Blade of Ruusan hissed as it rose to match the Sith Lord's blow. The two blades crashed against one another in a cacophony of light and energy, the force itself swirling around the two men like a quiet storm. Cedric did nothing more than hold Vesper's blade where it was. He spoke.

"No Antherion," his voice was filled with joy, "I've shown you the truth. What you're feeling now is what you've cast aside your entire life." The masked Jedi Knight nodded, "There is still another path. All this death doesn't have to be without meaning," he shook his head, "We can all be better people. Come with me. Let me show you another path - one that isn't defined by all this suffering. Your mother saw it. She wanted it for you, as did my mine for me. Don't reject that."

Cedric's heart had softened. In times past, when the boy had sought to end Antherion's life, he had lived to emulate his father's success. He had thought that a firm hand was the key to victory in all things, and that tolerance was something of a bygone era.


Now, more than any other moment, he understood: that sort of thinking had been a mistake.
 
Location: Dubrillion, Kolto Processing Plant
Objective: Find the Rebels, Kill the Rebels
Allies: [member="Djorn Bline"] | @Dr. Vain Jar'He | [member="Jairus Starvald"] | NPCs - Imperial Lawbringers | TSE
Enemies: [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] | [member="Ari Vox"] | [member="Noah Corek"] | TRA
Equipment: Sith Lightsaber | Daggers | Hidden Blade | Assassin Armour

Leliana had followed behind Djorn without a moment of hesitation. The surrounding area around the Security Hub was suddenly plunged into darkness, although it hadn't affected them too much. For Leliana, her assassin training helped traverse the shadows, The Imperial Lawbringers being Nezumi, had little difficulty seeing in the dark and were able to keep up, their smol forms and quick feet making it easy. And the troopers were using their helmets to see. However it didn't matter for long, as the emergency backup generators kicked in shortly after, power returning to the effected areas. With the Processing Plant being underwater, there were certain systems that had to be active no matter what. Otherwise a myriad of issues would begin to cripple it.

Time was running short, as it was apparent the enemy had managed to reach the Security Hub. It was imperative they got their before the Rebels could take control of the security.

With the Rebel forces centralized on the other side of the facility, the Sith forces were for the most part unimpeded as they pushed forwards, but it became apparent the enemy were beginning to move further out. As Leliana and Djorn pressed on, they were bolstered by Troopers falling in on their position. Some were kept with them, whilst the rest were dispatched in two different overall directions. Squads were sent to intercept the Rebels forces, the ones trying to circle around to their side. While a sizable force remained around the Vehicle Bay to keep it secure incase the enemy attempted to cut them off.

The sounds of battle had finally arrived beneath the ocean. Sonic weapons firing against the Plant's defences, shortly followed by a thunderous quake that shook the ground beneath them. Leliana took a glance outside as they passed, seeing a massive swarm of Firaxan Sharks ascend from the depths and charge towards the Rebels. More sonic armaments were aimed to keep the predators at bay, their focus shifting from the unmanned submarines. The constant barrage was effective, but it also pissed the sharks off. As they got pushed back, they charged further. One step back, two steps forwards.

As the Rebels' Slicer continued his work, S-9 was back at it trying to stop his program. The Seeker had managed to avoid the surge, disconnecting before it reached the terminal he had been at. After a quick switch over, he connected back up with the system and began to fight back. Where before it was playing a game of cat and mouse with the worm, now it was a tug of war. No longer was it attempting to outright catch the program, but instead be a nuisance wherever it attempted to impede the Saaraishash forces. When the Slicer brought down a door, or cut off the oxygen on their end, S-9 would either intercept or be right behind it and opening the previously blocked off passage. Not that Leliana and Co were completely at their mercy. The Assassin was using the Force to suppress her presence, as well as using Breath Control whenever the air was vented. Djorn and the Lawbringers had their own means, while the troopers were safe in their sealed armour. At the same time, S-9 was ensuring Leliana, Djorn and the others were making their way towards the Hub. Opening doors along the way, and locking down others as enemy drew too close.

Much like how the Rebels and Sith were going back and forth with the Security Hub in the middle, so too were the Seeker Droid and Slicer. Both had a defensive hold on their respective side, but were taking virtual potshots to try and stop the other. In particular, S-9 was ensuring the doors and air around the Garrison was back in their control. Every now and then the way would open for more Troopers to leave, but then it would get sealed by the Slicer.

Eventually the Saaraihash had made it to the last door that led into the outer layer of Security Hub. S-9 had carved them a path, while sealing the doors around them. It wouldn't do them any good if the Rebels managed to flank them. Leliana looked at the door ahead, they were going into this assuming the Rebels had already taken control of the location. Which meant they were likely going to be facing whatever defences they had set up for their counterattack.

"I want squads of both Troopers and Lawbringers split into squads. We have three points of entry here, Djorn you take one group to an entrance, I will remain with the second, and the third will take up the remaining point. We move in the moment S-9 opens the doors."

As they waited, Leliana began to prepare. Working silently through the Force, the assassin began to build up her presence behind the wall she had put up. Her intent was to unleash it as the doors opened, drawing attention to herself and not the other two squads that would flank the Rebels' positions.

"S-9. Kill the lights."

A semicircle of rooms and hallways were plunged into darkness, much like the Security Hub was. Some of them contained the Saaraishash forces, while others were disabled simply to cast a wide net to fool the Rebels. Silence fell as the doors slowly slid open with a hiss. Then it began as Leliana gradually let Art of the Small disperse, a malicious dark presence began to flow from her and flood into the Hub.
 
Location: Refinary complex security room
Objective: Coordinate defence
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Ardeth Zun"] | [member="Darth Vesper"]
[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Elani Zambrano"] | [member="Braith Achlys"] | [member="Comet"] | [member="Tabigarashu Madara"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Cenric Marus"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Aten Ramses"] | [member="Ras Val'kor"]
Equipment: Dress, sunhat
Samka flickered with the comms for a moment but received nothing but white noise. They were being jammed. The Ren clicked her tongue in mild frustration. How was she supposed to communicate?

Her fingers danced across the console before her, switching from camera to camera. Things certainly seemed to be heating up. Death was spreading throughout the refinery, Sith and their soldiers slain by the encroaching rebels. It made her crack a small giggle. The psychotic urges within her longed to join the fray for herself but no, she could do more damage from here.

An idea crossed the young woman's mind, a quick glance at the console confirmed her suspicions. There was a way to communicate. Clumsy and lacking precision but communication nonetheless. The loud speakers, manually wired throughout the refinery for service announcements. Clearing her throat, Samka's youthful voice would echo throughout the entire refinery.

"ahem

Hello all! It is my regretful duty to inform you that we have a vermin infestation, it's simply dreadful. All nonessential workers shall calmly make their way to the nearest exit for their own safety and security teams to lock down exits, thank you. Intruders are heavily armed and several have Jedi training, shoot to kill and good luck everybody! Your empire is counting on you."

Leaning back, she almost ended the announcement there but felt compelled to add something.

"You won't be leaving here alive."

The last sentence, laced with a menace absent from the rest of the announcement and clearly addressed to the Rebels. Nothing special, just a small reminder of who was in control before she terminated the broadcast.

She cycled further through the cameras until she spotted The Dark Lord, [member="Darth Carnifex"], accompanied by a ghostly figure ([member="Kaalia Pavanos"]). Was she familiar? Samka felt like she was but could not spare the time to reminisce. They were facing two Jedi ([member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Romi Jade"]), the odds already in the Dark Side's favour then. It would be prudent to ensure it remained that way.

With a flick of a switch, one of the refinery's ray-shields activated back down the path the two Jedi had come from, cutting off their escape and potential back up for the time being. Lightly clapping to herself, the young Ren girl awaited the show which was to come.
 
Location: The Behemoth
Objective: Repel the Boarders
Allies: [member="Blackblade Guard"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Nyra Mazul"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Rixas"] | TSE
Enemies: [member="The Slave"] | [member="Katya Shorn"] | @Judas Foster | TRA
Equipment: Sith Lightsaber x2 | Shoto Lightsaber x1 | Armour | Oculus | Firestarter |

Vaylin had made quick work getting to the Tram Station. Fortunately these days the Zabrak wasn't so easily lost within a ship's interior. There was a time when she had gotten lost during her time on the Technicolour Beat, but that was almost a distant memory now.

That and well...having an AI help you along the way was a big benefit.

With no helmet, there was no fancy HUD to direct her. Instead, Vaylin had opted to use her armour's bracer, outfitted with a fairly high-tech datapad. She had contacted the Behemoth's AI; Aquila, to get a live feed of the internal security. They were tracing the heat signatures of the supposedly infiltrators, blipping in and out as it was.

But as she progressed further through the ship, she began to pick up a presence within the Dark Side of the Force, something was somehow familiar to her. Yet she couldn't place it, even as she stepped aboard the tram and stood as it shot off towards the Engineering Deck.

She kept her eyes glued to the datapad, watching as their progress was suddenly stopped; force to by someone who had rerouted the power. Vaylin was sure it wouldn't stop the determined group, but it gave the Zabrak a clear route to get ahead of them. She had the foresight to have used a seperate track, opting for the Tram that was located along the opposite side of the Behemoth.

It allowed her a time to focus on the matter at hand. Preparing herself for the inevitable fight that she was heading towards. Naturally her presence flowed out, her senses reached out through the Force. Only to pause when she finally recognized the aura she had felt.

Vaylin was reminded of the Chiloon Rift, of her first real fight after Aria had took her away from Dxun. While she had been mostly focused on another then, she had for a time fought against another that had been present.

She could feel [member="Judas Foster"]'s sword through the Force, and unless the blade had since traded hands...then the man was one of the infiltrators.

That made things a whole lot more interesting for the Zabrak.
 
Location: Behemoth
Allies: [member="Blackblade Guard"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Nyra Mazul"]
Enemies: [member="The Slave"]| [member="Katya Shorn"] | [member="Judas Foster"]
Equipment: Signature Links

Oron moved throughout the ship at a relative pace. Hitting lifts and elevators, using whatever was available to shorten the distance between him and the infiltrators. Several things started to happen though, whether it was messages coming from Aquila, updates from security, or live shots from the cameras above Oron was provided with enough information to somewhat know what he was dealing with when he arrived.

Stepping into the tram station, Oron waited for it to accelerate and once it did, another alert came to life on his HUD. Tram Station disabled. Oron furrowed his brows in slight confusion at first before realizing it must have been pertaining to the station opposite of his. Fiolette. With all she was dealing with on the bridge along with the opposing fleet forces, she still found time to aid her allies within the craft as well. Her eyes were everywhere.

The doors slid open then, and Oron was given sight of [member="Vaylin"] heading down the corridor. No doubt to meet the enemies on the other side. He took off behind her, pulling his Euk'verd SMG from his back to aim ahead of her, ready to meet their intruders when they'd inevitably be forced to retreat from their halted means of transportation.
 

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