Invasion Z is for Ziost! (The Primeval invasion of Silver Sanctum Ziost)

[Keira Priest]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the walls
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"], [member="Kana Truden"]
Gear: Personal lightsaber

Transport to Voss almost didn't sound like a bad idea, given her broken rib and the injury to her head. But the larger part of her psyche that was very much a fighter through and through pushed those thoughts away, insisting that a fight was all that was needed to get back on her feet. And, well, the idea of getting even with The Primeval after all that had happened didn't sound like much of a bad idea either. Whichever way you looked at it, Keira was staying. She might not have yet explicitly trusted any she was fighting alongside just yet, but it was all the same regardless. The only visible retort was the slight twitch of a smile on her lips. "You're asking me to choose between a good time and sitting around waiting for you to come back. This working together thing isn't going to work out if you're telling me you don't already know the answer."

It took nothing more than a mere thought for her blade to find her hand again, an action that would likely put him on edge regardless of her intentions. It remained merely a hilt for the moment, the familiar weight of the weapon enough to reassure her for the moment. Her mottled amber and blue gaze scanned the battlefield for any immediate threats as she reached out with her senses as well, encompassing only the immediate area about them. Those that she had once fought with in the name of the Host Lord would now be enemy, and she was acutely aware of the danger and new variables that added to the situation. These were people that held the same general disregard for life that she still did to a degree, including their own. That factor would certainly make things interesting, to say the least.

The pointed nudge came at her subconscious - watch it - and she turned to where the ethereal directed her. There was someone coming, no, two someones. Another fight was soon to be joined, and another surge of adrenaline hummed through her nerve endings at the mere idea of it, temporarily numbing the pain from her injuries. With a minute shift of her hand the orange blade snap-hissed into existence for the third time, its purpose now one perhaps more worthwhile than it had been previously. No fighting stance was taken on, and she only waited for whatever adversaries had found the pair to show themselves. This was the first time she had fought with the Jedi rather than against them, and it likely wouldn't be the last. Life had a funny way with turning things completely on their head until they were barely recognizable.

One of the two looking for a fight had already charged towards them, leaving her comrade behind. The way the woman moved with reckless abandon was almost exactly like she herself had behaved in the past. For once in her life, she wouldn't be the instigator of this fight. Rather, she would allow the both of them to approach as they would and make the first move. Or at least, she would have done that under any other circumstance. Instead, being herself, she released a wave of telekinesis out in front of her, hoping to at the very least throw off any initial attacks and allow both she and Connor time to center themselves and warm up to the idea of working together. For her own part, she was more than ready for this new fight to begin. It would mean another distraction until her final return to Voss.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: A - Come in Like a Wrecking Ball
Location: The Sith Citadel
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: Silver Jedi & Company | [member="Romeo Sin"]
Gear: The Soulsaber | Obsidian Armor | The Gulandi Friendship Brigade

"Is that so?" Adekos smiled, a fruitless gesture behind his mask. His opponent slid into a Juyo stance. It was a form Adekos had experimented with back in his early days, back when he thought unrelenting force and an avalanche of saber strikes was the only way to win a battle. Now he typically relied on the more elegant blend of his preferred forms. He noted the violet lightsaber the man held. It didn't look like his; something was rather off about the way he held it. Adekos would remember that for later. But if this man and his strange, asymmetrical armor did not want to go on the offensive, Adekos could bring the fight to him.

In a manner of speaking, of course.

Fueled by the malevolent energies of the Soulsaber, Adekos stretched his arm behind him without looking away from Romeo. It looked like he was reaching for something that wasn't there, but in truth he was looking for two or three things he could snag with the Force. Not just any thing, naturally. Something that could get a rise out of his opponent. It was only after a moment he found what he wanted, snagging them with with the Force and flinging them through the air at dangerous speeds towards Romeo.

Two Drakons, from either side of the room, were yanked from their hiding places and flung towards the young Romeo Sin. Grown men, armed and armored, now sailed through the air at bone-shattering speeds with the intent of colliding into Romeo.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the walls
Allies: Jedi/Silver Sanctum
Enemies: [member="Isabella Denko"]
Gear:

• Beskar Beskar'gam
• Dinu'ul
• Beskad
• Chaav'la Revolver w/ standard and Ori'shuk ammuntion
• Bodo Baas Gunbelt
• Taozin Amulet

Betna kept moving forward, the frozen earth crunching under his boots with each step. The woman had spotted him and looked to be about to run. For a moment, he was disappointed. How had a group like the Primeval defeated a warrior race as old as Coruscant itself with such fearful champions? It was true that soldiers won wars, but Betna had killed many upon the field today. The weight of numbers won wars, yes, but warriors won battles. If this was a warrior of their people, then how had they won at all?

He was about to draw his pistol and fire on the woman in an attempt to let the woman at least die with some modicum of dignity when she stopped trying to look for a way out. This intrigued him greatly. Perhaps he had misread her actions, but he doubted it. The fear had been clearly etched on her face, at least to Betna's eyes. When she leveled the blaster, Betna realized he'd read her wrong. She was fearful, he was certain, but she stood her ground and fought anyways rather than run from him. Her actions brought a grin to Betna's face beneath his helmet as he brought his Dinu'ul shield up and before him.

The blaster rounds impacted on the shield or drew clouds of steam and smoke from the ground around him. The shield held and rocked slightly into Betna's shoulder with each shot, but the impacts were far from painful. As he lowered the shield, the second projectiles came whizzing towards him. The first rock hit and bounced off the shield he held, sparking off the burning face of the Dinu'ul and careening away across the frozen ground. The second rock flew high and glanced off Betna's helmet, rocking his head back slightly. It wasn't enough to do any real damage, but it was enough to surprise him and mash the inside of his helm painfully down onto his temples.

His stride only faltered for a second before resuming his pace. Passing his blade to his off hand for a moment, he ran a gauntleted hand over the impact site and noted that the paint had been scraped off easily. Had he not been wearing a helmet, the woman would have easily knocked him unconscious or possibly even killed him depending on where it had struck. He took the beskad back into his right hand and took a moment to shake out his right arm and shoulder. Once done, he changed his pace and broke into a full out run to close the distance and bring his foe into range of his saber.

 

[Chastity Lunelle]

Objective: A: Whack a Taung
Location: Ground floor of the Citadel
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"], Silver Sanctum Coalition
Enemies: [member="Kuryr"], Primeval
Gear:
Chastity’s custom armor
Lightsaber
HK-45 Heavy Blaster Pistol

The slaver came storming towards her, his yellow eyes imbued with rage. Before Chastity could react, a thick armored boot connected with her exposed side. A chorus of pain sang through her torso. The Padawan squeezed her eyes shut and shrieked with pain. A second kick came, and she howled in response, her arms wrapping around her midsection. Chastity turned and curled inward like a pill bug, trying to protect herself from further abuse. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Gnnnnnnnngggh!"

Heavy, ragged breaths came from the enraged alien standing over her. The Padawan squinted one eye open and saw him walking backwards, his attention drawn to her lightsaber hilt which lay on the Citadel floor. That's right, go get the nice, shiny object. So shiny! Pay no attention to the girl on the floor. She moved her head left and right with a panicked expression. There were piles of bodies laying askew all around her. Some were hacked into nightmarish pieces, with arms and heads severed. There was no time to be sickened by the sight. Don't think, just act. Chastity quickly gathered the Force, and used it to pick up a severed head of an Antarian Ranger, the Maker rest his soul. Just like Connor had taught her with levitating apples, she used the Force to fling the disembodied head, with all her might, right at the alien's face. If the attack connected, the warrior would be bonked with eleven pounds of human head. Was it enough to concuss him? For Edge's sake, she hoped so.

After that, Chastity pulled her blaster from her holster and quickly fired off two shots in succession. Both of the red beams were aimed right at the slaver's exposed face.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Objective: Taking a tour of the Citadel! (A)
Location: PARTAY ZONE! (Inside the citadel)
Allies: I'm dancing, and dancing with [member="Mishk"]! (Primeval)
Enemies: Oh look, I and Mishk have found a dancing partner ! ([member="Taeli Raaf"])
Gear: Oh, well you see here I've got my hands, my Throne, my whip, my Lovey! , and a secret surprise!

Spoiler

My whip is something I've used since day one, a six meter long paralytic barbed whip capable of rending flesh into shreds, and lacing the wounds with a quick acting paralytic drug that relaxes the muscles for increased damage upon subsequent lashes, without numbing the pain. Often seen dirty with chunks of flesh and dry coagulated blood coating it. Immediate effects of the poison affects only the lacerated area, but will spread quickly throughout the radius given several moments, especially if close to major arteries.


As for my special surprise, I won't tell what it is, but I promise it isn't anything cheaty! I just prefer to unveil it when it is most dramatic! If you are uncomfortable facing me with this in mind, I'll fill you in via PM.

A grand old time was being had as the Jedi woman felt the disgusting course of all that movement trapped inside of her, without her being aware of it. Little did she know, that long ago, more than four centuries ago in fact, Zambrano the Hutt had been at one point been a Master Jedi of Healing. Harma Chael had innately known the intricacies of living flesh, and knew even then, that his obsession was slightly perverse. Rare and odd for a Sith to know Malacia, perhaps, but not every Sith had always been Sith... and his obsessions with the living only made it more likely that he should know how to utilize it against someone.

Laughing raucously, the Hutt danced his little meat puppet over the Jedi in play, but felt a shift inside of her... one that he didn't create. Apparently, this woman was sensitive to the Hutt's friends... it motivated her to focus, to put aside her own internal failings as a means to pursue the destruction of desecrated bodies which moved unnaturally. As she stood up, apparently no longer assaulted by the spinning of the entire world around her internally moving flesh, green sparks formed within her hand, flagging the pair of beasties that an attack was incoming, and his pet, Mishk, had seen it coming before the Hutt could react and used what little power he held within him to absorb the energy to protect the dark monstrosity. It was not enough however, and trail of smoke could be seen hurtling through the air as the lightning struck home upon the tiny Jawa who crumbled into a pile of rubble.

Roaring in rage, he was almost capable of ignoring the pain caused by the electric shock completely, as it sparked around his oily leathery body, the tough hide almost providing ample defense against the electric assault. She had destroyed a friend, reduced him/her into a bloody splatter, and then struck down his beautiful apprentice. Unacceptable! Cultivating upon his rage, oily imaginary tendrils of the dark side spread out from the beating black heart of the Hutt, as he collected the scraps of burnt flesh from around the room, pulling them closer to him. Another body rose from his Throne, but it did not rise in that familiar clumsy motion of a meat puppet, but jerked through the air as the meat was collected... and then crushed into a sickly bloody pulp.

Huge blood vessels upon the Hutts head began to pop, just as those golden eyes turned into a glowing vicious and rage filled bloody crimson, tinted by the fires of Wayland. A colossal amount of pain assaulted his mind, as his roaring rage accomplished this singular task as quickly as was possible for the High Knight. When finally, in a few moments, what seemed like an eternity in the Hutts mind as his vision narrowed to show only the face of his hated friend, an orb of ground up, burnt, and bloody gore floated in front of the Hutt... A moment before it happened, Taeli Raaf might be able to witness that sick smile he held on his rage filled face.

In one last hilarious roar, the Hutt outstretched his arms as the orb of gore exploded outwards towards the Jedi, to cover everything in that sickening ooze of long-dead flesh and blood and bone fragments. He was painting of course, what else would he be doing?

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Objective: A - Assault the Sith Citadel
Location: The West Wall
Allies: The Primeval, scattered infantry and siege units.
Foes: [member="Nagate Hei"], Silver Coalition and defending infantry.
Gear: Sith Greatsword (Force Nexus), Simple Durasteel armor.

Judas was atop the wall in the blink of an eye, utilizing both the Force and various physical structures to aid him. Stormtrooper Legions had already began scaling the walls and had been pushing back the defenders - but not without a hearty show of strategic maneuvering and firepower on the defenders' side. They put up quite the fight but sheer Imperial numbers and firepower would eventually see to them withering away.

As for the single Sith Lord and his opponent, the rest of his soldiers had granted the two a wide berth and area of operations. Although collateral damage was in no way something the invaders wanted to avoid, it was just a pet peeve of Judas' to have white-clad minions getting in the way of things when they could be doing something much more useful.

"You," the Berserker snarled, planting a hand upon the hilt of Kingslayer. "Get out of my way."

The sheer intensity of that moment was enough to startle any light-aligned being. Between the frenzied anger within himself and the immense power flowing from the very weapon he held in his grasp, it would be impossible to stand in his path - and if you didn't, destruction was afoot.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASj81daun5Q​

Objective: A; leading the defense of the Sith Citadel.
Location: On the walls.
Allies: Silver Sanctum Coalition
Enemies: The Primeval | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"]
Gear: Armour | Sword | Lightsaber

The duel raged on between light and darkness. Amidst snow and debris the two fought, Kaine and Thurion, Zambrano and Heavenshield, and neither would stop until the other had been defeated. An immovable object meeting an unstoppable force, the two masters of the Way of the Krayt Dragon danced the dance of blades to the music of clashing swords, metal versus metal. Neither duellist would back down or surrender, not to fatigue or wounds or otherwise. His trusty Snowfall sailed through the air with beauty and majesty, parrying and striking at his opponent. But the Sith Lord displayed formidable swordmanship, and the two were on equal footing.

When the giant Gorax crashed through the front gates, close to where the two were fighting, he had let out an emergency call to all officers in the area warning them about the enormous creature. Force knows he cannot handle one Gorax whilst fending off Kaine. Fortunately it seemed his allies had managed to bring the beast down, shaking the ground in the process.

Thurion felt the battle lust of his ancestors fill his body, constantly struggling for air beneath his Jedi teachings. The two did not mix well, as the Jedi way advocated self-control and restraint even in battle, while the Valkyri way was purely centered around offense. Luckily, he knew when to let his ancestral side breathe and when to keep it locked up. He swung at Kaine once, twice, thrice in quick succession. After the third strike they locked blades, staring each other down.

"You cannot win, Kaine. Surrender and your life will be spared."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yvwo8f3SXKA[/youtube]​

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Objective: Objective A - Assault the walls of the Citadel, and reclaim it for the Sith!
Location: On the wall, battling Thurion with muh swuord
Allies: The Primeval, and anyone assaulting the Citadel
Enemies: The Silver Sanctum Coalition (Whatever the hell that is), and my best buddy, best pal [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
Gear:

• Sith Armor
• Sith Runeblade
• Lightsaber

Unlike Thurion, Kaine had no qualms about letting his bloodthirst out to play, in fact it was almost needed in order to fully mingle with his Dark Side training. The metaphysical furnace located deep within Kaine's being opened and great founts of flames and smoke billowed up through his body, the power of the Dark Side raging upwards to fill the air with the greasy, polluted stench of pure hate. Even in the blistering cold of Ziost, Kaine was burning to the touch, his body burning hot as the Dark Side manifested itself through its champion in the form of Kaine. They were obvious polar opposites, the white light of Heavenshield and the black flame of Zambrano clashing violently as their swords swung through the air and clashed over and over again as the battle continued to rage all around them. Even the rampaging Gorax did not interfere with their bout, and Kaine hardly even paid it much attention.

Then their blades clashed together with a great clang, and they were closed now than they had ever been before. The snarling visage of Kaine, hateful and ugly, stood opposite the stoic and dedicated stare of Thurion as sparks flew from their blades as the metal ground together, both unwilling to yield to the other's strength. He then laughed, a bubbling manic chortle that was all over mocking and derisive:

"Foolish Heavenshield, you know nothing. I won the moment you began to fight against me."

He suddenly heaved against Thurion's blade with all of his weight and stature, and while they were identically similar in terms of height, Kaine had the advantage in weight by roughly forty kilograms. His muscles bulged in effort as he pushed himself against Thurion before he suddenly turned his blade downward and pushed down against Thurion's lock, pulling the Jedi's blade down as well. He then, quick as lightning, dropped down on his haunches and swung his right leg out to sweep out Thurion's legs from under him and hopefully knock him to the floor. Kaine would then attempt to backtrack to gain some distance away from Thurion, and would either linger hungrily at the edge of Thurion's reach or move in to re-engage whether or not he managed to not get knocked to the floor.

"Just like I did with Asha Seren, I will cut you down like a dog."

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Objective: A - Show The Sith The True Power Of The Darkside
Allies: [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
Enemies: [member="Adekos"]
Equipment: Dual Sabers/Armor/Drakon Regiment

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwJj2EpC8vg​

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If there was one thing that always pissed Romeo off, it was Sith trying to get him to release his anger when they felt it was time. They were always so controlling, and selfish on what they wanted. Romeo answered to no man, much less a Sith. If this man thought he could rouse him up to action, he was very wrong. As the man positioned his sword at him, something was off about his weapon, something sinister, and cold. The force told him it would be best NOT to figure out what happens when he was struck by that thing.​

What was worse then this, was the fact that he wasnt aiming to attack him directly, but instead ripped his own men from the ground, and tossed them at their own commander. The speed was bone breaking fast, and Romeo knew what this was. Quickly reaching out with the force, Romeo slowed their speed down enough that they wouldl only break a few bones, nothing that would kill them so that when Romeo jumped over them, they just slammed into the door behind him, crashing it open, and skidding to the outside.​

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Romeo turned back towards the door, sensed his men were alive, and returned his attention back to the Sith. The darkside began to slither up Romeo's body like a bodysuit, empowering every inch of his strength, preparing him for what was inevitable. Romeo's eye's glowed behind the mask, giving a small reflection of light behind his mask. His HUD showed the battle was nasty outside, and it could be heard well now with the doors crashed open. Amass of noises, screams, blaster fire, sabers locking. Gunships roared ahead, with fighters chasing them, firing away their tiny turbolasers. He came here to see the Silver Jedi win this fight, and he would let no unknown Sith come in his way of seeing that victory. This man was nothing compared to what he had already faced.​

Romeo took activated his light absorbing cells once more, the crystal within his own personal weapon exploding his presence in the force now as it held his own signature inside it. As the darkness enveloped him, the only person who could see him wholly was Adekos. Sabers, and all. But he wasnt ready for was the sudden shutting off his own sabers, but not the cells that absorbed the light around. Now he would have to rely on inferred scans.​

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Romeo grinned evilly as he he slid his foot in the darkness, and moved his hands in a form of martial arts that was his own. Along with the cells bringing darkness around him, Romeo was now encircled by intense fire that he had risen with the force. He then moved his hands forward in this martial arts, casting the wall of intense fire towards Adekos, not to with the intentions to hurt him, but to blind his inferred.​

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the Citadel walls
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Chastity Lunelle"] (Padawan)
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Khaleel Malvern"]
Unique Gear: Combat Armour | Lightsaber

More beings were coming - more contorted Dark Side auras present. Connor turned, and pulled his blade to snap it back into life and with a firm grasp held it behind his body, arched down, eyes piercing around. Keira had already taken her hilt and ignited it. Was this the part she reveal her intention as a simple backstabber? It wouldn't put it past her, but there was no immediate danger - it was the two approaching.

"Prove yourself to me and let's get out of this alive."

One of the beings started to them, but Keira was already taking up arms to buy them time. Connor moved right and out of her way, so she could move fast with as much space as needed. It didn't help she was already wounded. The one coming had a familiar signature about them - fallen...broken....another one exploited and a slave to the darkness.

There was no sign of retaliation, but he stood strong and rooted to the ground, saber hand ready and Force hand alive and tense.

He smiled gently - the welcoming aura of [member="Taeli Raaf"] elsewhere on the battleground had touched him. She was proud. He was doing it right.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: A - Finish the job.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Outside The Walls[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Kana Truden"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Connor Harrison"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]---[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Somehow a cigarette had found its way between his teeth, it was all just part of the scene.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Whereas Kana almost seemed to sprint towards their new foes Khal prefered to simply [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]stroll[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], his eyes on the prize but his senses vaguely stretched out to encompass all that was happening around them. He wasn’t keen on getting jumped in the flank while rushing forwards towards their targets.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It was for this reason that the Underlord reacted almost as quickly as Keira herself, his fingers working deftly and manipulating the Force to his own will. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Picture a sharp triangular wave originating from just before Kana herself, cutting straight through the kinetic energy that had threatened to blast them off course, before dissipating into the void before it could reach either of the Jeedai.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Khal was useless when it came to lightsabers, the fact that Ticon could handle one while still having this kind of experience with unadulterated telekinesis? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It meant this battle just turned that much more interesting.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Take the girl, I will take the guy.”[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] the whisper would reach through the disconnected medium right before she was upon their two opponents. In the end this was an act of parallelism, because there was similarity between the two sides - even if nobody wished to admit.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Two women of fury, two men of cold resolve. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]All duster, grime and steel, Khal kept strolling towards the armored Jedi. He himself did not wear anything of [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]note[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], leathery couture aside… but that did not mean he was defenseless in the face of adversarial might. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Far from it, his battle against Sage Bane had showed him the errors of coming to any situation without proper preparation. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Jedi Master would find out what that meant soon enough.[/SIZE]

 

[Caulder Dune]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acQ6jLe3R8E[/youtube]​

Objective: A - Beat Up a Pretentious Twit
Location: The Sith Citadel
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: Silver Jedi & Company | [member="Romeo Sin"]
Gear: The Soulsaber | Obsidian Armor | The Gulandi Friendship Brigade

Romeo Sin was as visible as ever to Adekos. Adekos, as many who were close to him knew, was an Umbaran. Umbarans could see into the Ultraviolet, which was beyond the ability of the light absorbing cells to obscure. That said, Adekos' ability to see Romeo was about to change- and not for the better. Despite their obvious racial superiority over the rest of the galaxy (according to Adekos' uncle Nathis, anyway) Umbarans could not see through fire. So when Romeo Sin conjured up a wall of flames and flung it towards Adekos in a bid to blind him, it worked. Romeo was obscured by the flames, giving him precious time to relocate or charge in if he chose to do so.

The temperature got uncomfortably high all of a sudden as the flames rushed towards him. Perhaps not in a bid to injure, but Adekos hardly knew that. Thinking quickly, he seized another Drakon by the scruff of his neck through the Force, dragging him across the room and angling him right in front of Adekos. The impromptu heat shield saved Adekos' clothes and armor from a good singing. Meanwhile, the Drakon screamed at the top of his lungs as he was roasted alive in his own armor. In the back of his mind, the Soulsaber cackled with remorseless glee. Adekos also fed off of the Drakon's agony, further honing his focus in the Force. Although personally he found the whole display tasteless. But such was the gritty reality of war.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Objective: B
Location: Some sort of courtyard.
Allies: [member="Condor"]
Enemies: [member="Karen Roberts"]
Gear: The Incapacitator | Heavy Pistols x2 | Taser Blade | RDI Smartpack w/ Pistols x2 | Armour

Not everything went as planned. In fact, almost nothing ever went the way you thought it would. You could either complain or frown, or you could get back on your feet and continue to fight just as you always have before. He didn't expect a Jedi opponent to be 'easy' but she'd be a fool to expect that he'd be any easier because he wasn't one. The force was always a tricky thing, whether it was your tool or the one of your enemy; it was unpredictable at best. At worst it was the most aggravating fury of nature you ever went up against.

Catalys' silver orbs inspected the attack as it began, clear from the stirring and furor that the invisible force heading his way was going to hurt -- a lot. Rather than being hit straight on, the Exemplar dove towards the side, the rapid energy shifted his legs and spun him a bit as he was shoved to the side and landing on his RDI Smartpack, the fragile device shorted out from the rough landing, its weak arms crushed and bent. Luckily it was easy to detach, and almost instantly the agent was back to his feet, scrambling upright and pushing off the ground into a sprint.

Whilst the woman was focusing on Condor in the moment, the Umbaran rushed towards the Jedi, moving left in a pincer movement he got in close and fired two pulse cones before sliding behind a rather, large, heavy, and sturdy bronzium statue.

 

[Kian Karr]

Objective: B - Repel the assault
Location: Lurking in the Shadows
Allies: Silver Jedi, @Jedi
Enemies: [member="Harley"], @Sith/Primeval
Gear: Jedi Shade Robes, Kian's arm guards, Kian's HUD Mask, lightsaber

Kian watched as the Sith rushed toward him, cutting one of her own soldiers down as she came at him. To a force sensitive watching the match, the differences between the Jedi and the Sith would be clear from the start. Cutting down one of her own, it seemed clear to Kian that this Sith was building up a rage with which to strike at him. Kian had fought many Sith before.....some relying on the raw power of the darkside, others on more methodical methods. As the girl advanced, Kian braced himself, both in preparing himself to react and in calming his mind. Allowing the force to flow through him, to sooth his adrenaline and get him in the proper state of mind to fight.

When the girl leapt, Kian reacted. Spinning out to the side to avoid the downward strike, Kian slashed his blade across, the blade pointed down, punching out with it to slap the lower attack aside. Kian was a practitioner of Shien, the more defensive of the Form V variants and he practiced tight, more controlled movements. Simplicity was Kian's greatest weapon and as he defended from her attack, he transitioned smoothly, bringing his lightsaber up in an arch and slashing down at the shoulder of the girl. The move was called Fluid Riposte and was a trademark of Shien. Kian didn't put too much power behind the attack, sacrificing strength for an attempt to connect.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the Citadel walls
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Chastity Lunelle"] (Padawan)
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Khaleel Malvern"]
Unique Gear: Combat Armour | Lightsaber

With two figures moving towards Connor and Keira, the girl was already taking on one so that left the smoker. Tall and holding himself with a inner confidence, the new opponent was certainly fond on an entrance centered in mystery. Not a typical Primeval, or shouting out Sith either...interesting.

Connor didn't move, except swinging his saber back and forward gently as the man came forward, amber light noticeable from his cigarette and the smoke melting into the frosty air around them.

"Suitably mysterious and quietly confident. You're an open book if you're anything like me friend - stand aside and move on and we'll leave it there."

He was ready to move; ready to act - everything had brought him to this moment in the battle for Ziost to continue to emergence of the real Connor Harrison.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Objective: B
Location: Drop ship
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: @kian karr
Gear: Hide Armour and 2x hand cannnons also 2x lightsabers

He moved to side to avoid her over head strike, and the parried and riposted her swing. His riposte on her blade glanced her shoulder, as it came through her defense, but she barley even noticed due to her force rage. She continued with attacks regardless, the rage was strong in side her. She then tried to move her lightsaber around in such away, to try and lock his one lightsaber in between hers. She was running on pure dark side instinct, and something said this was good idea. Though how force was guide her movement, no one could imagine why it could.

 

[Thessa Kai]

Location: B as in babe
Objective: B – Leaving Command Center.
Allies: [member="Judah Dashiell"] and Silvers
Enemies: [member="Kiran Vess"]

The Galan spared a quick aqua-lipped smile. It was good to hear Judah's voice through the comms. Just like old times. Sparky, the R2 astromech warbled in her headset.

"Shaggy. Sparky misses y--CHIIIT," the readouts showed something coming and she jerked the fighter starboard, trusting that Judah would manuever so she didn't clip him. Her particle shields were just turned off in anticipation of a strike on the cliff, allowing a resounding BOOOOOOOOOM as something hit the tip of the top port-wing.

Sparkly beeped and booped.

"I know. See if you can put the fire out. Shaggy. Gotta make an emergency landing. But not before I'm gonna drop a nice payload of torpedoes at that cliff."

That summa o'gun was about to get lit-up.

With smoke trailing off the port wing in a billowing cloud, she released two torpedoes as the snub-nosed fighter flew to pass over the cliff in an angry roar. Looked like there was a group of trees behind the cliff and a small clearing. She would have to put down there and let Sparky put out that fire.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Objective : B
Location : Cliffs Near Command Center, B
Allies : [member="Thessa Kai"] | Silver Sanctum | Fire Extinguisher
Enemies : [member="Kiran Vess"]



"I'm not sure how..." Judah was cut from finishing his sentence. Something had clipped Thessa, sending an array of metal bits flying back towards his cockpit, bouncing off with great force. He had to decelerate quickly, crash webbing cutting into his flightsuit. There was an moment to fly over Thessa and her bird, checking out the fire that had started across the wing.



"If you're landing, I'm landing."


Smoke rose from the cliffs and Judah pushed the fighter out away from Thessa, scanning the area. Much of it was clouded over with the dust and debris, making it difficult to see if anything or anyone survived the bombing.

 

[Kuryr]

Objective: A
Location: the Citadel
Allies: Someone I suppose
Enemies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"] (claimed and soon to be collared)
Gear: Whip[SIZE=9.33333333333333px] [/SIZE]Sword[SIZE=9.33333333333333px] [/SIZE]Pistol[SIZE=9.33333333333333px] [/SIZE]Armor

Her lightsaber was well crafted and he could feel the care that had been put into it just by holding it. There was love associated with this lightsaber, perhaps the person that had been on her mind earlier. He flipped it over in his hands, feeling the weight, the balance. He knew how to use a lightsaber, he just prefered solid blades, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to take this one as a prize. He would taunt his little pet with it, make sure she knew exactly who he killed with it. Maybe he would tattoo the name of every being he killed onto her skin, to remind her that had she just surrendered none of this would have happened.

He sensed her using the force and turned just in time to get smashed right in the face by the flying head. He felt his nose crunch under the attack, his eyes crossed for a second as he toppled backwards. He felt the heat of two blaster bolts that followed up the flying head, the first one added another burnet scar down his cheek, adding another scar to his face, the second one passed above his forehead by a hair's breath, the heat radiated from it as he slammed into the ground. Black spots flew across his vision as he blinked several times, he managed to hold on to both the whip and her hilt as he fell. His chest rose and fell as he breathed, his thoughts spinning through his head before he finally managed to slow everything back down.

He knew that he needed to get back up to his feet, the longer he lay there the more likely she would be to recover enough to attack him. With a burst of force assisted speed, he was on his feet and charging at her again. His face a mask of his own blood, his eyes wide with rage, he charged straight at her, his whip snapping high aimed at her neck,the lightsaber snapped to life in his hand as he swung towards her knees with it. She would need more than her pretty looks to keep her alive for the rest of this fight.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: The Courtyard
Objective: A
Allies: [member=Arrbi Betna], [member=Thurion Heavenshield], Silver Sanctum Coalition
Enemies: [member=Warok the Defiler], the Primeval
Gear:

Spoiler

-Beskar'gam
-Orar'bev (damaged)
-Two Dual WESTAR 34 pistols
-Repulsorpack
-Fett-Kal Knife
-One Thermal Detonator
-One Flashbang

Still no resistance from the small creature. Good, this might be easy after all, or so the Mandalorian thought. He didn't know what surprises this Ewok had under his fur. He didn't even know that this 'bear' was the sole reason that a giant Gorax was summoned in the first place. This Ewok would be the last guess of millions for the Rally Master to pick that he caused all this destruction and death before his eyes. No one could imagine something cute and adorable do such fiendish acts. Such irony if Vilaz and anybody else would have known the truth behind this mysterious scene.

Just as the Warrior began reloading his primary weapon he could a scream of terror being produced in front of him. But what was the cause? Something invisible or microscopic? He checked his HUD to check his surroundings and anymore tags, but nothing. It was all the same. Unfortunately, he did not know it came from his own instrument and suddenly the wood stock on his crossbow shattered making Orar'bev useless. Of course, the damaged could be repaired but now was not the time to run to Ijaat, have it fixed, and come back. With or without his favorite tool of war he would fight against the Primeval. With a face of disappointment he threw the crossbow to the ground and pulled out one of his pistols, but he did keep the bolts for close quarters.

Before the Redneck could aim and fire at the Ewok he saw something he never had seen in his life. Stone being animated into a walking three meter colossus. Surprised he was as well the other infantrymen that then witnessed the hollow monster kill the men ordered to arrest the bear. Screams of agony and the sight of Death made Vilaz and the others retaliate and avenged those who had fallen before their eyes. Vilaz then flee again in the air and circled around the animated stone and threw his only thermal detonator at it. Chunks of rock departed from the spirit and his allies began throwing their own explosive devices at the monster.

Soon it'd be nothing but rubble, but what about the Ewok? After this huge threat caught all the focus of the Redneck and the Silver Sanctum Soldiers it would give enough time for the hairy creature to slip pass them and cause more havoc.

What'd you know? Small packages did come in big sizes.