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

[Thessa Kai]

Location: B as in babe
Objective: B – Cliff tops outside of Command Center
Allies: [member="Judah Dashiell"] and Silvers
Enemies: [member="Kiran Vess"]

The orange-tinted cockpit hatch popped open with a hissing-whir. Sparky razzled off a series of beeps as it maneuvered near the damaged and still smoking port-wing. Peeling off the helmet from her driftwood-streaked hair, the Galan slid down the ladder, keeping a wary eye on the surrounding clearing. She made sure to leave enough room in that tight, empty space for Judah to land, too.

Stubborn Shaggy was stubborn.

The MK2 bolters and blasters were ready to be quick drawn on her sides. Once Judah got dirt-side, she continued the conversation. "See anything after the bombing? I figured we should back track and check the area out. See if we got...whoever it was."

Judah was definitely the better tracker of the two. Marrying a once-farmboy had its perks with tracking down all those escapee Nunas. He was also good at tracking down their walking and running toddler.

"Sound good?"

 

[Chastity Lunelle]

Objective: A: Stay alive
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

Chastity thought it was truly the end. There was a nanosecond when her foe raised his saber high in the air before her attack hit him, when the Padawan felt that all was lost. Then the slaver flew backwards, hitting the floor with the sound of a freighter crash-landing. The alien was thrown backwards much more violently than she had expected. She was still in awe at the ferocity of her own powers. This is what it feels like to truly be a Jedi. Too bad she wasn't going to live long enough to enjoy it.

Still on her back, she craned her neck to see the thin tendril of the slaver's shock whip was wrapped around her neck, but it was no longer attached to the creature. Holy mother of meteors, she had his whip! With a grunt, she raised herself to her feet. Her hands scrambled to untangle the thick rope from her neck. The slaver was back on his feet and trudging towards her, bloodied and wheezing. FETH! Why won't you stay down, you karker? Chastity's feet took a few more steps backwards. She was panting with exhaustion, her expression a mixture of agony and defeat. The whip was still snarled around her neck and dangling uselessly off her. Time for plan B. As she retreated, she raised her blaster again, and aimed for his bloody face, firing off a slew of shots, not stopping until her cartridge gave off a click-click-click that signaled she was out of ammo.

All the while, the Padawan sent out a very faint tendril of the Force, a distress signal that whispered through the ether, seeking out [member="Connor Harrison"]. It was a weak sensation, but if he picked up on it it would tell him that she was in grave danger.

 

[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 Lightsaber


He moved forward slowly, the thickness in his head was clearing slowly with each step, he was becoming more sure of himself and more steady with each boot fall. He smiled as he saw her rising to her feet, she still had his whip wrapped around her neck. She was a fighter, that much was sure, and she seemed unable to untangle the metallic cord of the whip from her neck. He laughed heartily as he approached. He saw her raise her pistol and he readied himself, he had her lightsaber in his hands, and while he wasn't an expert with the weapon he was positive that he could survive her latest barrage.

Blaster bolts streaked towards him, the blue blade of her lightsaber in his hands flickering faster than the eye could follow , he managed to aim one in her general direction but the rest just flew off randomly. He felt one strike his arm and he felt his hand go numb for a second through the pain. He roared loudly and kept advancing, he felt another blaster bolt strike him squarely in the chest, stopping his forward momentum for just a second. His rage was becoming palpable, the injuries he sustained were nothing compared the the hatred he felt for the jedi. He saw the handle of his whip swinging from her neck and an evil grin spread across his face, she was out of ammo for the blaster and he could feel her desperation, her fear was thick in the air and it made him hunger for victory. With a wave of his hand he reached out with the force and activated the whip still wrapped around her neck, sending the powerful electrical current along the flexible metallic strands. He kept moving forward, hoping that the last attack would be final one needed to fell this annoyingly insecure jedi.

 

[Mishk]

Objective A
Location Inside walls
Allies Primevil, [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
Enemies Silver coalition, [member="Taeli Raaf"]

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without the shadow there would be no light... something within the little jawa stirred. He felt ancient power rising from the depths of perhaps the citadel, or his masters dark and twisted love. Mishk started to regain focus and with an evil grin he lifted his bony finger toward the jedi.

He was hit in his back by a stone, large as a gamorean fist, and felt something snap inside him. With an effort he turned quicky cursing to face whomever was throwing stones at him... no one.

He drew upon his own fear to keep the pain in check. A maggot fell dead from his robe.

A second stone hit the side of his head, smacking his cheek causing him to thwirl around collapsing on one knee.
Bewildred and frustrated he shrieked at the nothingness throwing stones at him. Furious he started to summon a huge swarm of wasps to form a protective shield around him.
They only stopped the first pebbles, the constant flow of stones following in their wake dissintigrated the shield and bombarded Mishk with such intensity that he finally stumbled of the pile of rocks and down to the ground behind his masters throne. Mishks body was broken on several places but he was concious and the pure sensational fear mixed with anger might allow him to maintain focus if allowed enough time.

Spoiler

ACTION - uh... yeah, not much useful this time around either... guessing that he is helping out in such a way that Taeli is sacrificing power and time on him.

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the walls.
Allies: [member="Loxa Visl"]
Enemies: [member="Nima Tann"]
Gear: Anja's Armour | Dreamweaver

Energy continued to radiate from her hand, the world around them continued to shape into a monstrosity of vines and darkness. The blue sky above grew red and the flurries of snow became ash and embers, the smell of death lingered around them as the Citadel walls began to crack and crumble. Of course this was only for those caught within her grasp; anyone looking from the outside in would see nothing but could feel the magicks through the force.

Anja watched as the Jedi Master lept over the push, the Twi'lek landing behind her and seemed to have set her gaze upon Loxa. The Host Lord's palm closed shut, her illusion was now set in place. She exhaled with satisfaction, the dark side still stirring through her as the world fed her power; calling out for Anja to liberate it from the Jedi. With Dreamweaver still in hand, Anja turned to face the Twi'lek who had likely moved from her place. Empty, faded eyes scorned the woman.

Her empty hand reached out, once again commanding the magicks around her to accumulate; this time they being stolen from the life that existed all around them. Erupting from her empty palm, a swarm of winged arachnids rushed forth in an attempt to surround the Jedi. Although illusionary, their origins in Sith Magic make them startlingly realistic, to the point where they're able to inflict physical harm through the tainted energy which they're constructed from.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

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

When the sweeping leg came, it took Thurion by surprise, and yet it didn't; Sith did not possess a reputation of fighting fairly. Even so, it was difficult to predict this move from Kaine as he caused the Grandmaster to lose his footing and fall backwards. However, a quick use of telekinetic energy directed towards the ground sent him flying back up on his feet. While Zambrano took the chance to create some distance between the two, Thurion meanwhile took a moment to scan the battlefield. The enemy had broken through their defenses across the board, that much was clear.

A few siege engines were still raining fire down on the Citadel, and what had worked once could just as well work twice. Reaching out towards one of the large projectiles soaring through the air, he seized control over it and instead guided it towards Vornskr with incredible velocity and force. "Kaine! Don't make me do this! Stand down!" The huge boulder grew ever bigger as it closed in on his opponent, and it would only be a matter of time before he would be unable to stop it in its tracks.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Objective: A; siege on the Sith Citadel.
Location: Outside the walls.
Enemies: [member=Setzi Lunelle]
Gear: Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, Razor bugs x5, Amphistaff, Chitin carbine


His senses had not deceived him. It was indeed Setzi, walking out towards him. She appeared fierce and fearless. The confidence she showed foreshadowed a duel that would be very different from their fight on Ruusan. Was it the armour she wore that gave her comfort, or had the way she saw him last taken away the fear? Had she grown since then? Undoubtedly. The evolution was beautiful, and as long as the Force pitted them together, he would seek to corrupt her with his darkness. He would make her see things his way. The Jedi didn't deserve her.

When she called for him to stop, he kept walking, much like he had on Ruusan. He did stop, however, but only when he himself deemed the distance was appropriate. When he had seen her, he had not been sure how he would react. Would emotions get in the way of his senses, or was he still the master of his own passion? Would he tread lightly, or would he shatter through any opposition, even her, like the Sith he claimed to be? She had left him, though he harboured no grudge for it. She had escaped from him. This spoke well of her skill, as in this sense, she had bested him. This was to be applauded. Moreover, he understood her position, her struggle. Her fall to the Dark Side would not be quick. It was a gradual development, a cause he gladly offered his assistance to, as bit by bit, he let her get in touch with her inner darkness. Soon, she would not be able to deny it. Or so he hoped. Honestly, he was biased. He wanted it to be true. He missed her.

Every action had its consequence. Every sentence spoken, every word uttered, echoed into the future. He would make her see this now. Despite the duo having reached a heightened understanding of each other, she would still have to watch herself around him. While skilled in the arts of combat, Pyrrhus loved the battle before blades met more than anything. She had seen this on Ruusan. She may be stronger now, but he would not allow her to go untested. Not ever.

She wanted him and his forces to leave? Her order would be followed. "You heard the girl." Tanek looked to his guard, before a penetrating gaze rested itself on her. "Scatter. Leave no survivors" he would take her words, twist them, and grant them a new purpose. Everyone but a bare minimum of his guard moved away from the circle they had formed, to descend on the battlefield without restraint. They would paint the streets red. She wanted them gone, yet they wouldn't leave the Citadel. This was a sort of compromise.

"Do you wish to stop them?" he eyed her, observing her through the Force to seek her emotional state and her reactions to the situation at hand. The idea was to make her feel trapped within a hopeless situation. Slaughter was on the agenda, urged on by her words, yet unless she struck him down, she would be helpless to stop it. Even then, it was already too late. The screams... "Do you wish to save your Jedi friends? You will need to be stronger. The strong shape the future. What you want to become reality, you must create by virtue of your own strength. The weak will be forced to comply." Another philosophy of his shared. Had she grown bored of them at this point? He hoped not. He wanted her on edge for what he was about to do next.

"No, Setzi. You will not command me to leave. I am here. You must accept my reality, or force me to accept yours." the terms had been set. His lightsaber flew from the belt, landing comfortably within the Togruta's grasp. His red blade sparked to life, to challenge her blue. "Can you do that? Are you strong enough? Are you ready?" he began a slow and steady walk towards her. Though his design was different, the trick was much the same as the one he had played on her on Ruusan. Setzi would see the Togruta slowly approach, and begin to circle her, like a combatant getting ready for a lightsaber duel. To any other onlooker on the duel, the Togruta had not left his place from when he last spoke. It was an illusion. In a sense, it was dormant, for he had yet to play out his little game. His focus was such that he would remain stationary during the process.

Though he did his best to appear stone cold, it was not an easy process for him. Much like her, who put on a stoic exterior but was underneath riddled with questions and hints of doubt, so was he. She was a Jedi. She was his enemy. He should hate her, yet he didn't. He enjoyed her company, as he enjoyed their conversations. Even if those conversations usually were intended to break or damage her psyche...

 

[Nagate Hei]

Location: Western Citadel Wall
Objective: Defend the Citadel
Enemies: [member="Judas Foster"]
Allies: SSC
(OOC: Sorry, Notification didn't come through)

Nagate stood against the wave of Darkside energy emanating from his enemy, his Adegan Crystal calming his nerves and cooling his mind. He stepped forward, closing the distance between. The Tension between the opponents was almost palpable as they neared the initiation of their engagement.

Nagate moved quickly and thrusted his blade forward, aiming for the Sith's heart.

"I will not move!"

Nagate followed up with a angled slash gping from right top to bottom left. His eyes full of vigor and fortitude, he would stand between the powerful enemy before him. The Citadel would not be taken.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Objective: A
Location: Somewhere behind the group
Allies: Prime (?)
Enemies: [member="Ilias Nytrau"]
Gear: Armor | Sweet Rolls

Everyone was so gung-ho about this whole invasion. Spencer on the other hand was just utterly bored. She had joined the Prime because of a promise and her silly loyalty to Jared Ovmar. The man was as fickle as anything in this galaxy. He reminded her of a teenager who couldn’t decide if they wanted chocolate ice cream or strawberry. She had noticed him with the group, but decided to ignore his existence till he was ready to face her. He had left her along with Ibaris who appreciated his existence more than anyone in this galaxy. Just thinking about how upset she could tell Ibaris was made her want to punch him back to when they had first met. Letting the group move forward she took in a deep breath and focused her mind on allowing the force to flow freely within them unhindered. After she felt the moral boosted she let them go and she wandered on her own, mostly because she needed to avoid Jared for the time being.

Venturing off on her own, she climbed down some of the steps that were off to the side of the drop point. Continuing farther, she felt a pull of the Force. Spencer stopped for a moment and stared hard at the distance ahead of her, there was something there and she wondered if she could use it to boost her meditation. The woman steepled her fingers as she grinned happily and nearly skipped down the rest of the steps towards the ruins. It didn't’ take long for her stomach to act up. It had been some time since she had eaten along with being in the field. Coming out of retirement was a bit rough, she was so used to just sitting at home baking and eating. Ashin realized she didn’t fit in her best slacks so they were both put on a diet. Adjusting the breastplate of the armor she wore she missed her larger breasts, now she was stuck back with her smaller ones. That was the downside of it all. She had a fuller figure, but she couldn’t fit into any of her combat attire. Losing the weight and fitting back into the armor and such, she lost the full figure she had. So once again, Spencer Jacobs was small chested, cute bottomed and lanky as heck.

Leaning against the cliff side, she dug through her breastplate and pulled out a slightly squashed sweet roll. The icing on the small packaged bun made her mouth water. Spencer’s hazel eyes made a quick scan of the area and despite having that nagging feeling in the back of her head, she ripped open the package and took a huge bite out of the soft pastry. The look of pure pleasure washed over her face as she moaned slightly and continued to chew. The diet she had been on had been without the pleasures of sugar, the bliss she felt washed out any of her senses. Eyes focused on the sweet bun and she continued to eat and hum happily away.

 

[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 had a feeling this little cockroach of a man wouldn't budge. Very valiant of him, but such efforts wouldn't help him at all in the long run. Especially not with a nearly seven foot chunk of alchemized metal splitting his bloodied corpse in half.

A single verbal warning was all he needed to grant this poor, foolish soul. The Berserker had given him a chance to utter his final words and he'd wasted his breath trying to be some defiant hero by standing against an insurmountable wave of dark power that would no doubt crush him into oblivion. If that was what he so desired for, then Judas Foster would be more than happy to oblige him.

"Die," he snarled, immediately calling upon the Force to his hand. It was not something he felt within himself, not one of those lightsided consciousnesses that Jedi so preached about. It was his tool; a weapon to be finely chiseled and sharpened to better skewer his enemies with.

Judas already had the massive greatsword within his hands, sprinting towards the measly man before sending a right wide-arc slash intended to separate the torso from the rest of his body.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Objective - A - Adekos Needs A Spanking
Allies: [member="Aedan Miles"], Silver Sanctum Awesomeness
Enemies: [member="Adekos"], and his Primevil Ilk
Gear: The Same, I believe Adekos, and I are aware of each other's gear by now.
Location: Near Broken Front Door of Citadel (inside)
Theme:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RyNUOanRclc

As Romeo's attack worked, the Vahla simply spoke in his com.​

"Now."​

By now his men had recovered, from fifty to fourty-seven, they all rose up from their positions, and opened fired on the Sith and his own men. The fire came from all sides as they had already been in a surrounding position on the Sith Lord. A smile crossed Romeo's face as both hands rose up as he watched his own Drakon melt from the fire of his own power. As the force swirled around his hands, he sent a strong telekinetic push at the Sith Lord, then rushed forward as more fire spurted from behind him to give him a extra boost in speed. Both sabers ignited as he came behind the Force Push, ready to strike the man down with both sabers.​

More men that had been waiting in the next room rushed in, all their weapons trained on the Sith's men. Their blasters hailed them down in fire, greatly out numbering the Sith's own group.​

Romeo could only hope that Aedan could keep up as it seemed he was now facing his own enemy, an ewok as Romeo could sense from the back of his skull. The Dark Jedi fed on the misery around him, pain, anger. It was all his to devour as he charged in to attack now.​

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Objective: B, Beat [member="Sage Bane"] with his own arm
Location: Somewhere in the Orbital Defense Station thingie
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Sage Bane
Gear:
Uhg. Whatever I listed earlier.

Damian found himself cradling the man and putting his hand into the wound. Blood. Too much blood. Blasters tended to cauterize wounds. “It’s alright,” Damian said to reassure the man. “You won’t die today.” He lowered his head and gave the man a kiss on the forehead because that is what he was supposed to do. Well he was supposed to do something a little… more… but still.

“My name is Damian Starchaser,” his brow quirked upward as he stood up from his kneeling position. “I need to get some supplies, I’ll be right back.” Looking around the room he found what he wanted in the form of a wall panel. He opened it up and could see a multitude of water pipes leading out. Good, good. He was where he thought he was.

Underneath of the great cisterns that provided water to the facility, holding it in trust in the event of a siege of shortage there was a multitude of pipes feeding water, in time of need, to the entirety of the facility.

There was a feeling in the back of his head. He had to turn back, go back to the dying man and comfort him. And yet it was a fable. Damian was known for his use of observation, and had encounters with mind control. Shivering at the thought of the mind witch he fought with [member="Kana Truden"] not so long ago he considered what was happening.

“Rats in the veins, snakes in the brain,” he said with a twitching eye trying to purge himself of the foul influence. His hand shifted back to his pocket again and at that moment he remembered something an old smuggler at told him before; It’s all a con.

He put a piece of explosives against the wall and pulled his hand out from his pocket. First charge between him and the dying man went off with a single depression of the trigger. Then as he ran across a corner he depressed it again for a second and third time in quick succession. Water rushed from the cisterns down the hall where he had once been. Damian smiled as he took out his lightsaber and threw the dead detonator aside. Now the real fight would begin….

 

[Chastity Lunelle]

Objective: A: Stay alive
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

Chastity watched as the slaver used her own weapon to deflect the bolts. Every time he swung her saber, it made her feel like more of a failure for having lost it to him. One of her red beams pierced his arm, but it did not stop him. Instead, he let out an animal roar. What the brix? Why won't you go down already? The arm wound only seemed to make the alien more enraged and he glowered with hatred as he approached. Wait, why was he eyeing the shock whip that hung from her-

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!

Screams of agony escaped Chastity's lips as the electric currents coursed through her body. The shock whip was so thoroughly tangled around her neck that her cortosis armor no longer protected her completely. Parts of the weapon touched her soft pale flesh, and those parts suddenly became alive with sharp electric shocks. Tears slid down her cheeks as her muscles convulsed. Her heart beat out of control and her bones ache. It felt like something inside her was about to snap. Worst of all, once she finished her seizure, she couldn't move. Panicked and paralyzed, Chastity could only stare up at the slaver, fingers twitching. Her silver eyes pleaded with him.

Is there any good in you, creature? Or is it all eclipsed by a darkness that I will never fully understand?

Chastity squeezed her eyes shut, unable to face her nightmarish fate.

I'm sorry, Connor. I'm so sorry I failed you.

 

[Keira Priest]

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

Fallen. The woman had once been a Jedi, and now she had given up her peace in light to fight in the name of the dark. A fitting sort of irony, then, that it would be her Keira was facing. They even fought similarly, with the underhanded first strike utilized. It was something easily avoided, with a flip backwards, and she took a moment to center herself instead of rushing headfirst into things as she usually would. A new side of her, but she was attempting to turn over a new leaf as well. Tilting her head slightly to one side, she studied the fallen Jedi with some measure of curiosity. "You were a Jedi." It wasn't spoken as an inquiry, but rather as a statement of simple fact, as if she were commenting on something as simple as the current weather conditions. To her, it really was that simple.

Darting forward, she struck out with a flurry of short swings, drawing on the Force to do nothing more than keep any detrimental effects of her injuries at bay. It was a pace she could have kept up for longer, but just as she had done with Connor she broke off in the middle, swinging low towards the woman's feet in mimic of the attack she had begun with. Her chest rose and fell visibly with every breath, and she flashed a smile, a strand of hair falling into her eyes. With a shake of her head she flicked away the dark lock, spinning her blade twice with a flick of her wrist. For once in her life she didn't have anything to say. There wasn't much to remark on, given that she saw little issue with the dark by itself to begin with. Abandoning a sect of peacekeepers was of little issue in her mind as well.

But there was a reason she was here, and it was to combat The Primeval, the same sect that had caused her to crack in the first place. The woman had chosen to fight for them, and that made her enemy. Her right hand shifted, sending out another blast of the Force to knock the woman off of her feet. If that strike connected she wouldn't move in to capitalize just yet, wanting to judge how she would choose to react and perhaps counter. The first step to winning was knowing one's enemy, but at this point she had to force herself to hold back and watch things transpire. Rushing in would only get her incapacitated or killed, neither of which she wanted nor needed at this point. Patience was a philosophy she had never employed, but now it was necessary. It was a boring one to begin with.

The other fighter was one she recognized, just as the once-Jedi had noted Connor as a familiar figure. While she couldn't place his name, she had worked with the man during her time with the Red Ravens. She hadn't been given a chance to really get to know him or what he stood for, but this was enough to tell her all she needed to know. He might have claimed a signature that could have belonged to a Jedi as his own, but there was a tarnish that overlayed it which set him apart from those defending the Citadel. Too long had he been among those that walked a darker path than he. She would have been disappointed, had she cared half as much as she should have. Now he was Connor's problem. Really, she still couldn't fathom she was fighting alongside the Jedi. That was still surreal.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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

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

"We cannot stop now, Heavenshield. The die has been cast." The Sith Lord said in a tone that was surprisingly melancholic, and with smooth effort he held his runeblade aloft in his left hand and raised his right towards the oncoming boulder. Thurion was not the only one so powerful in the Force, and Kaine could do the same as he. His will sprung forth, an invisible telekinetic hand enveloping the boulder and pushing it down a different path. Rather that coming red-hot at him, he altered the trajectory so that it would instead crash down atop the battlements directly between himself and Thurion Heavenshield. No doubt such an impact could crush the stonework and destabilize the upper portions of the wall they had been fighting on. But heh, it was better than being crushed like a bug under the insurmountable weight of a massive chunk of stone.

A great rumble would resound through the wall as the boulder tumbled from its perch and began to fall down to the courtyard behind the walls of the Citadel, crushing anything that happened to be beneath it at the moment of impact no matter the alignment. "You will not be rid of me so easily, Heavenshield. Asha Seren would be disappointed." The Sith Lord flourished his blade dramatically, running his armored fingers across the blade's rune-inscribed length as electricity sparked into existence from his fingertips to dance along the blade's edge. The sword gorged itself on the discharges of lightning from the Sith Lord's hands, its presence seeming to swell as it feasted, and the metal began to a glow a dark azure as it reached it's capacity. "When she came before me, the Dark Side had tainted her utterly. Her eyes burned with hatred as she beheld me atop the throne of my dominion, her son's crippled corpse strewn across the foot of my magnificence. She fought with all her conviction, all of her passion, all of her faith and with the willingness to murder."

He chuckled and angled his blade towards the Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi, his eyes gleaming with dark mirth while his mouth widened into a horrible grin filled with sharpened teeth. "And even that amounted to nothing. Her efforts amounted to nothing. Her existence amount to nothing. And her legacy amounts..." He openly gestured to Thurion himself; "To nothing."

 

[Caulder Dune]

NPC are to be used as fluff and not for PvP. (Personal Pets/Familiars are excluded)

Objective: A - Disregard Blatant Rules Violation
Location: The Sith Citadel
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: Silver Jedi & Company | [member="Romeo Sin"]
Gear: The Soulsaber | Obsidian Armor | The Gulandi Friendship Brigade

Certainly, the Drakons would have loved to surround Adekos and bury him within a torrential downpour of blaster fire. After the slow roasting of one of their friends and the attempted murder of two others, how could they not? The fact of the matter was, however, that there were around twenty five reasons they would not be able to do so. All of these reasons were the men and women of the proud Gulandi Warriors. The Gulandi were among the most sadistic warriors in the known galaxy, donning a myriad of armaments from a hodge-podge of sources, including the infamous Yuuzhan-Vong. They were the veterans of a thousand battles, each more violent and bloody than the next.

Meanwhile, the indisputably staggering martial prowess of the Drakons extended to two failed attempts to subjugate independent worlds and their botched defense of Helska.

In any event, the Drakons would be far too busy defending themselves from the Gulandi to render any assistance to their equally formidable commander. Likewise, the Gulandi would be too busy fighting Drakons to engage Romeo Sin. They knew better than to interfere in the affairs of named characters. Even with the decidedly vanilla lemmings Aedan Miles had positioned on the roof to try and take pot shots, the battle between the Gulandi and the Drakons would only be decided by who stood victorious in this particular duel.

Adekos tossed the roasted Drakon's corpse aside like a rag doll, just in time to see Romeo bolt towards him and expel flames as he did so. The Force Push caught him off guard, causing him to skid backwards and bump back into the drop pod he had just exited. Regardless of his precarious position, Adekos outstretched one hand as Romeo drew ever closer. A blast of Lightning sprung forth, holding more than enough power to either stop the charging Dark Jedi Master in his tracks or fling him backwards if he were unprepared.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Objective : B
Location : Cliff Tops near Objective B/Command Center
Allies : [member="Thessa Kai"] | Silver Sanctum | Babysitters
Enemies : [member="Kiran Vess"] | Bedtime
Gear : Standard Issue Hold-Out Blaster



Judah and his standard issue astromech set the bird down in the tight space. Canopy was immediately up, with Judah unbuckling himself quickly to check the scope of damage done to his wife. Fighting with the crash webbing, the scruffy salvager skipped the ladder and jumped down to the ground, kicking up dust as Thessa continued their conversation.


He removed the flight helmet, sweat causing his trademark curls to stick to his head. He had forgotten just how hot a flightsuit and the fighter itself got. Checking the hold-out blaster attached to his thigh, helmet went to rest at the base of the fighter.


"You're the boss, Boss." Judah smirked, using the old nickname that he had once used to get under Thessa's skin. "I'm just a lowly enlisted man Captain.Seriously, won't rest until you find a charred body?"


Taking some steps away from Thessa, Judah scanned the landscape for a moment, looking for anything unusual near their landing site. Nothing beyond the ordinary, aside from the curses coming from their 'first child', the R2 unit named Sparky. Judah would head to where the Galan had blown the cliffs to bits then, perhaps there would be marks of a sniper or enemy.


"Heck of a date night, you sure know how to pick our activities."


Eyes scanned the ground as he slowly walked.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Objective: A ; siege on the Sith Citadel.
Location: Outside The Walls
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Montana"]
Gear: Lightsaber

Cedric continued his walk towards the little Jedi.

A palpable wall of rage would come before him, an urging pressure of the darkside. It screamed and yelled, pressing into the ears of those around him and causing ones skin to crawl. He stepped forward, each and every movement seemingly causing that feeling of dread to become thicker and closer. Soldiers around him dispersed, either fleeing or simply trying to get out of the way.

Bright yellow eyes seared with anger as he saw them, the enemy, or what he assumed them to be.

Cedric heard that voice again, the voice calling out to the soldiers. His muscles twitched again, his face pulling into an odd sneer. His hand raised as the soldiers came at him, and a massive blue burst of lightning spread out from his fingertips, surging forward.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Objective: B
Location: Cliff Overlooking The Command Post
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: [member="Thessa Kai"] | [member="Judah Dashiell"]
Gear: Rifle, Armor, Blaster, Blaster 2, Beskar Knife

Kiran struggled to his feet.

For a few moments he simply looked around, feeling the aching pain in his back and pulling a branch out from beneath him. His lips were thin, and his head spun slightly, but everything seemed to be okay. He patted himself down, checking his own flesh and the integrity of his armor. The flashing sign of his HUD told him that everything was okay, that things were moving forward. He frowned slightly, then nodded to himself.

His head swiveled, looking up above the trees. He tried to spot the smoke from the fighter that he hit, and within moments he saw black plumage rise above the tree line. Letting out a slight grunt, Kiran began to walk, striking a button on his gauntlet and making a slight clicking noise with his teeth. Suddenly the armor around him began to change. The holographic disguise matrix kicked in, and Kiran's armor changed, shifting blue for half a second until an overlaid image of Silver Sanctu Soldiers armor was displayed.

With a grumble in his throat, Kiran drew his blaster and wandered towards the crash site.

 

[Maya Carrick]

Objective: B
Location: Outside in the open
Allies: Silver jedi and friend
Enemy: [member="Perla Pirjo"]
Gear: Silver Robes, Knifes out of Akk teeth, 2 lightsaber, (one hidden), Herbal bag

Finding having to react thinking that this wasn't the first time she would have to use her skills as a warrior. More of a reflex listening to the force then having to even think about. Stepping back and to the side. Even before seeing to come back for what might be another strike. Letting the one of the fade around them of another place in time.

At that time she lashed out with a force pushed but not with all the force just yet the warrior would stay caged. Letting something out gather behind her for the time to come would be the right time to unleash, until then she would put up a barrier and protection.