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

[Lucianus Adair]

Objective: B
Location: Somewhere within the Orbital Defense Command Centre
Allies: The Primeval | [member="Jared Ovmar"]
Enemies: Silver Sanctum Coalition | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] and [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Gear: 2x Lightsabers | 2x Derriphan's Eye
Music: Bloodline

What, indeed?

He slipped one 'Eye' from its sheath, and scoured the edge with fixed attention. Though he was thorough, meticulous in the care of his accessories, self-assurance that the edge had maintained its cutting touch prior to what may come was one of his oldest habits; as he ran a thumb along the flat, just shy of that edge, another motive to this habit came into play when the edge caught his flesh and opened it. No hiss, no surprise. This was on purpose, and he sucked the fresh slice clean. His blood or others - the effect was the same, his focus gaining an edge of death in its accuracy. Nothing, as it were, would escape his notice.

Ah, the thought went, as a particular pair passed a proximity line in his sensory spread, I believe our entertainment has arrived.

He rose from the crouch and wiped the blade clean, returning it to the sheath it came from - and noted the tug he felt, the attempt to eat at his will, and he frowned while the darkest depths of him welled up in an awakening of rage, long tempered, long controlled, and resisted as water beading down glasteel; deadly as the blade that had just been in his hand.

Come, Ovmar - what say you we introduce a measure of regret into their day?

Regret was putting it nicely. He looked to one end of the corridor, then the other, and detached from his position to stalk off and 'play with the food' (were he of the more Shinjuistic variety), expecting that Ovmar would follow, one way or another.

 

[Nima Tann]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the Walls
Allies: Silver Sanctum Coalition, Ice
Enemies: Primeval, [member="Loxa Visl"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Gear: Lightsaber with meditation crystal, Armored Light Jedi Robes

The silent woman was indeed a powerful one as she made her staff touch the ground and from the ground an energy wall created surrounding both of the women as the darker one continued mumbling something. She was having an advantage of being very fast, since she saw the defensive move before it's too late she made a plan, enhanced her speed to the point that she could fly and when the pressure from the wall got to maximum she jumped with that speed above the wall, preparing herself to land behind them, thus would create a good free area to counter attack. The landing was rough, she felt a sharp pain in her knees, was that blood? And Ice was caught in the Wall, pushing him far away from the conflict. "Ice!" she shouted, she could feel the dark side growing inside her, a feeling mixed with confusion, anger and concern. No. They weren't going to see her rage right now. Not again. She cleared the thoughts of dark side in her mind. "Kark it!" Swearing? A new one in Nima's book.

After landing to the surface with minimum damage, she made a plan. Since the silent woman were pushing them away from themselves, maybe if she pulled instead, that would make the pull 2 times stronger, right? She sent a quick push towards her staff, maybe if the attack connected she would distract her and give Ice time to regain his balance and attack her. Then, she felt a sharp pain in her head. What? Another mental attack? How could she manage that even though she closed all the doors to her brain? This woman was a strong one and never to be underestimated. Sky turned red, snow turned to ashes... Not real, not real, not real! "STOP.MESSING.WITH.MY HEAD!" She shouted. But the woman wasn't finished yet. With a calm hand raising, she summoned some illusionary monsters. Flying spiders? Really? Since they are not real, they couldn't hurt her... She knew it.

Did she now?

With a quick lunge, the spider bit a part of her armor and tore a little of it? How? Since when the illusions hurt people. Who was this woman? There was no time to ask questions, she had to protect herself. As one of the spiders rushed towards her, she swung her saber, which luckily cut its wing, and faded away. She continued to defend herself but the creatures keep coming and coming, the woman didn’t even break a sweat to create them, so the energy she had to use to fight the woman was all going to the illusions of her mind. She made a plan, if she could create a weak mind link with her from the illusions she created, maybe she would find a crack in her memories and use it to her advantage. If the attack connected even she could try to severe the control that she had on the illusions and even use the spiders towards them. As she continued fighting the spiders, she couldn’t physically attack her now, so mental attack was the best solution. And she hoped that Ice would distract the other woman so she didn’t need to worry about the other one.

Else, Nima was going to be in a big disadvantage, since she already started to feel dizzy.

ICE POV

Boom!

As he entered the pressure of the wall, the push made him fly far from both his caretaker and the enemies. He left her alone! He had to get up and join the fight again if he wanted to save her from them. Yes, Nima was indeed powerful but she always had a weak spot on emotions and illusions. He slowly regained his balance as the battle nearside continued and started to run towards the other woman that Nima said him to attack. Loyal to the end, but if she couldn’t manage to distract the woman from creating a wall he would get into trouble again. Being a mutant, he wasn’t flawless. Another damage to the stomach and it could create a internal bleeding. He was fast though, and started to run even faster.
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[Kana Truden]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the walls.
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"]
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Connor Harrison"]
Gear:

• 
  Lightsaber (Blue)
  
• 
  Lumen Mk. I (Concealed)
  

Music

“Not really.” The redhead apparition retorted to the woman's statement.

For each swing at Kana’s illusion there was a clash of blades. The two Jedi, dark or not, had begun their little sideshow as Khaleel and the Connor went with whatever they did. Part of her hated to admit it, but for each strike Kana felt more and more alive as if the mere prospect of causing pain was a right she had denied herself for far too long.

Did she want this? She wasn’t sure.

The woman repeated a pattern of attacks. It nearly wasn’t noticeable, it was subtle, but it was there. Small cuts building up to something greater. Kana would know of this tactic, she was a great believer in it herself. Make them think you are predictable and then psyche them with a move they wouldn’t have predicted. Problem was that in that moment Kana had little idea what it was the other woman would do.

Her body tensed up ever so slightly as she prepared herself for the unpredictable. A swing came for her feet much like Kana had tried herself. With a roll backwards she deactivated her saber and rolled back from the attack causing it to miss its target narrowly.

The push came as a surprise, Kana would give her that much thought the push didn’t sweep her off of her feet as much as force her into a slight slide as she got out of her roll. For a second she felt like an Ataru user. Fancy theatrics and jumps, rolling around, Kana was doing all the things she tended to never do.

As she rose to her feet she let her saber twirl in her hands before pointing it at the ground. Her eyes squinted and she began circling the woman. Looking, staring, observing and analyzing.

The first step to beating an enemy was to know your enemy...

... Or to aggravate them into a response...

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective: A
Location: Outside of the Citadel
Allies: SJO
Enemies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Gear: Vanguard Class Armor
LZR MK II Pistol with stun attachment
Lightsaber

But Darth Pyrrhus did not stop nor leave as she asked, and she frankly wasn't surprised. There wasn't ever a time Setzi had recalled the Togruta following her orders. But he had offered to help her once and seemingly asked nothing in return. All she had given to him of her body and her time was handed over willingly. No payment had exchanged hands. That memory was enough for her to stand her ground and not turn tail to leap off like a frightened deer.

However, as the Sith Knight ordered his Nautolan soldiers away to systematically attack the Silver Jedi forces, this wasn't what she had in mind. He would see her eyes suddenly widen and then narrow in rage. She still held her own lightsaber high and summoned the Force to calm her as she had been taught so many months ago at the Praxeum.

"You talk of strength, Tanek. But it's cowardly to attack the weak."

Even her own words sounded hollow and ineffective to her. But how to get through to him to him so the situation did not escalate? She knew Togrutas were a tribal race who worked collectively in groups.

"On your homeplanet of Shili," she continued. "If there were weaker member of the tribe… would you leave them behind to die? Or would you help bring them back to the safety of your clan?"
"Would you heal them so they could fight again another day?"

Darth Pyrrhus drew closer now, seemingly unaffected by her words. As he circled her she thought, something is wrong here. He enjoyed debating with her on Selvaris. Wouldn't he afford her some measure of dialogue?

Enough thinking, Setzi or you will die here in the next few minutes. Enhancing her strike with Force Valor, she swing her blue blade out at his illusion. Of course, she wouldn''t harm him, and anyone looking on would see her fighting an invisible opponent, but Darth Pyrrhus may be able to tell that since their time apart, her form was better than on Ruusan.

Setzi was developing into a capable fighter, but would it be enough to defeat the stronger Sith Knight here on Ziost?

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective: Objective B
Location: Orbital Defence Command Centre
Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] and all Silver Coalition and her allies
Enemies: [member="Lucianus Adair"] and all Primeval allies

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“Corvus we have company”, Coci said as she pulled up alongside the grand master.

Another set of explosion somewhere in the Command Centre echoed down the main corridor, coupled with the distant fizz of blaster fire from both sides is a constant ring of background noise but the sound of screams of those dying made this all real, all too real. Whether friend of foe, force attuned or no, Coci could sense those that pass return to the force. Another constant of war.

Unfurling her fingers on her hilt only to grip once more with a looser hold, her blade angled downward with the point only inches from the floor, Coci moved along the main corridor. The force summon through her body strengthening her limbs and sharpening the mind, focused and void of all distractions. A curl of her lip, just one corner was indication enough that she sensed him.

She stops, her eyes move toward him before her body turns to face him. “Well hello there, I don’t believe we have met”.

 

[Montana]

Objective: A
Location: Beyond the Walls
Allies: The Silver
Enemies: [member="Cedric Dorn"]
Gear: Lightsaber


- Switch! - Montana shouted into the minds of his troopers as he heard the crackling of lightning. They launched themselves back as hard as they could while Montana launched himself forward. The lightning cracked the air and made each soldiers hair stand as it closed in, if only just for a moment. Montana’s bronze lightsaber was raised ahead of him, ahead of the men under his command.

Half a second more and the soldiers would’ve been fried, but instead the electricity danced it’s cerulean dance around Montana’s lightsaber. The blade’s hum and the sound of the static surrounding it melded together.

Tzzzit Tzzzit

Montana holding the electricity at bay, held his lightsaber with a strength he hadn’t used in some time. His left hand came away from his saber as his right arm attempted to do the work of two. His free hand stood raised and open. And with a thought he reached out using the power of the force to blast back his opponent and stop the onslaught of electricity.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

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

The lightning ceased and Cedric grinned as he slid back.

The power of the force push didn't knock him off his feet, but instead sent him reeling backward, his feet digging into the ground as his bulk slid. His teeth clacked, and his hand tightened around his lightsaber as he came to a stop, face twitching in an odd smile as he began to step forward again.

Bright yellow eyes fell on the little Jedi.

A rage surged through him, power, disgust, anger and hatred seemed to mix into a boiling pot. His lightsaber finally ignited in a snap and a hiss, surging to life in a bright red flare. Seconds alter Cedric's free hand came up, swiping and sending out a surge of the force towards the Jedi and his allies.

 

[Thessa Kai]

Location: B as in babe
Objective: B – Cliffs just outside the command center - DATE NIGHT
Allies: [member="Judah Dashiell"] and Silvers
Enemies: [member="Kiran Vess"]

She elbowed Judah lightly in the ribs, though iced-azure gaze remained alert. The Galan would much rather be elsewhere with a few, dot, dot, dots and a fade to black with her husband. Gorram Prime Evils.

She followed Judah as they left the open clearing and entered the thicket of the woods. She could already see the burned and charred stumps of trees ahead. They were nearing the area where the bombs were dropped. Massive limbs and trees lay snarled as if an angry giant with a fist full of fire had batted them away like matchsticks.

MK2 bolster was already un-holstered and in her hand, a cryo-round ready. It reminded her of the time they faced the maniacal sith lord, Daxton Bane. "See anything?"

The whisper left the snub-nosed Captain's lips as she thought she heard something up ahead. Could be something or someone was moving just beyond their site line. Scale-speckled face scowled. She always preferred the sky over the ground.

 

[Montana]

Objective: A
Location: Beyond the Walls
Allies: The Silver
Enemies: [member="Cedric Dorn"]
Gear: Lightsaber


Death Incarnate, a being a part of many religions, is what Montana’s opponent looked like. As the yellow eyes fell on him Montana smiled a smile brought out by anxiety. He was sure he’d soon be dead or with any luck a changed man.

He couldn’t stop the former from changing if it was meant to happen, but he’d sure as hell try. Determination and fire filled the Zelosian’s emerald eyes as he felt the rage emanating from his opponent. And rage only made the dark side stronger.

Montana watched the red blade come to life.

“Stay alert, troopers.”

“Yes sir.” The Soldiers answered as a unit before being knocked off their feet and onto their backs, Montana included.

He had been blasted right in the solar plexus. It was painful and enough to take his breath away, fortunately for him plants took in air more than one way.

Montana rolled back and onto his feet as the soldiers groaned in pain. “Listen up men! This fight is too much for you. Rejoin in the protection of the left flank until I return.” The soldiers were hesitant but they followed the young Jedi’s orders.

And with that Montana had begun his advance. Swinging his lightsaber over his head he whipped it at the enemy. From the second it left his hand it spun and flew faster than it ever had before. The bronze blade spun so fast it looked like a disc, and behind that disk Montana followed, closing the distance between him and his enemy.

 

[Connor Harrison]

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

The man was saying little, standing back sucking on the smoke, but Connor was ready to strike; Keira and the Dark Sider engaging to the left. Connor narrowed his eyes for a quick move, but stopped himself. A scream seemed to echo in his own head, forcing his eyes to go wide and his blood run colder than the terrain around him.

Chastity!

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

A scream seemed to echo in his own head, forcing his eyes to go wide and his blood run colder than the terrain around him.

"Chastity, no!"

She was in danger - mortal danger inside the Citadel! Connor span around, blaster fire in the far distance on the ground and in the sky. He backed away and ran past Keira.

"Kiera, take care of this one then come find me inside, quick!"

Keria was still volatile, but she was buying time for Connor to run, and the Silvers to repel the invading forces. Connor killed his blade and followed the only aura he cared about; Chastity. Running back to the Citadel, he swiped a host of young Primeval warriors away with a flick of the hand; Force energy kicking up the earth beneath them and throwing their bodies and snow out of the way.

Rangers moved out of his way as Connor ran towards where his Padawan was failing - he only hoped he wouldn't be too late.

 

[Condor]

Objective: B
Location: ODCC Mess Hall, outside
Allies: [member="Catalys Maijora"]
Enemies: [member="Karen Roberts"]
Post: 11

Spoiler

but I accidentally pressed back while typing the previous incarnation of this post so technically 12 :C

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Condor almost laughed when he saw the Jedi's allies busting in all badass-like with guns locked and loaded, ready to rain some pain down upon the two Primeval men outside the mess hall. Well, that part wasn't particularly funny. The good part was when they were ambushed by a squad of rabid Primeval creations, and all hell was breaking loose, with perfect comedic timing too. There were many screams, squeals, and crunching sounds coming from the rooftop as the two groups battled, leaving the three in the courtyard alone once again.

He heard a faint buzzing in his ear, at first thinking it was an insect. Only when he brought his hand up to it did he realize it was his comlink, which he'd accidentally turned to the wrong frequency during the fight. He switched it back, tuning in to his friend's speech just in time to hear the phrase "five times your pay." Damn, he was really raking it in today. He ought to do this more often. Of course, the pay was dependent on him making it out alive. Nothing personal against the Jedi of course. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and their negotiations had been rudely interrupted.

Now he had to work with his friend to take her down, and he had only his pistols for ranged weapons. They were perfect for this type of fight, having an almost infinite number of shots as long as you spaced your shots right. One per second per gun. Ideal for long conflicts, which was exactly why he chose them. As his friend started sprinting to the side, he could see the Jedi turn towards him, so naturally he opened fire. Two shots per second, one from each gun. Not exactly a glorious hail of bolts, but it was the best he could do.

 

[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

He saw the rocks come up off the ground and reacted immediately. The Dinu'ul was yanked up and forward, braced on his arm and shoulder to stop and deflect the rock. Two of the projectiles thudded hard off the shield while the third was a bit lower and glanced off his thigh plate. It hurt and he knew it would leave a bruise later, but he was still moving and still alive.

Betna lowered the shield slightly and spotted the smaller tree branch hurting towards him. Out of reflex, he swept the beskad up and over to catch the branch in midair. The piece of wood splintered and he heard and felt the broken pieces clatter on his armor, but was unhurt from the thrown missile. Looking ahead, he saw the woman take up a larger branch in what he assumed was for use as a melee weapon.

The distance closed rapidly as Betna ran full tilt at his opponent, shield up and blade raised. As the last few meters melted away, he turned and let himself slide to a stop, kicking up ice and frost in the process. With the shield placed between himself and the woman, he sized her up, his head cocked to one side quizzically.

"That's it?" he said after a moment, referring to the simple piece of wood in the woman's hands.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Objective - B aka "Date Night"
Location - Cliffs & Wilderness outside the Command Center
Allies - [member="Thessa Kai"]
Enemies - [member="Kiran Vess"]



They were moving into territory that contained much more brush and woodland debris than before. Judah stopped to examine a twig, cracked and hanging. The branch could have easily brushed against a calf or leg and broke, especially if the person might had been moving swiftly. Pausing to star ahead of him, pressed down grass could barely be seen.


Standing,he moved towards the flatter blades of grass. They weren't flat everywhere.....Judah put his boot next to the stomped down grass. Footprints. Did he hear something or did his mind play tricks on him?


Wordlessly, he grabbed a hold of Thessa and headed straight for a thick patch of brush, trying to slip in silently. Catching her eye, he nodded his shaggy head in the direction of the footprints. Despite the chaos, Judah was sure their voices would stand out in the area, as it was a bit back from the Command Center.

 

[Kuryr]

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


Kuryr watched her body react to the electrical current that flowed through it, her limbs convulsing as the charge from the ship spent itself. She lay there, body still in shock from the attack and he let out a breath of relief, she had been a lot more trouble than she should have been. Had she been trained better, she could have won the fight, but she didn't fight with passion, with emotion. She was too structured in training, like all Jedi were. He approached her slowly, his body had more damage done to it by this little whelp of a girl than he cared to admit. She closed her eyes as he approached, he was surprised that she was even still awake at this point. He would solve that easily enough.

As he neared her he gained a bit of speed and aimed his armor plated boot directly at the side of her head. He knew that would put her out, there were very few beings in the galaxy that could take an armored boot the the head, especially in her condition and remain awake. He relaxed a bit as he stood over her, his entire body ached from the fight. His face was burned , his ribs were broken along with his nose, his arm had a blaster burn through it. Add in the possible concussion he was going to pile up quite the medical tally. He reached down and freed the whip from her neck and bound her hands with the thin metal cord.

He gathered his thoughts up and steeled himself for the next part. He had made it clear at the beginning of the fight that if she surrendered he would spare her troops lives. She had chosen to fight and that meant that he had one last thing to do. He staggered away from her and towards the elevator. He had a few kilos of explosives he could use to take care of them easily enough. He didn't relish the job, mostly because she had put up the kind of fight he was looking for, but in this galaxy he was only as good as his word. It wasn't like those soldiers didn't understand that they could die today. With a final deep breath he set off to keep his word. He thought it would be fitting to use her personal lightsaber to finish each one of them off, so that they could understand why they were dying.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

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

Rage. Finally, he tasted her delicious anger. This was how he wanted her to fight him. He wanted her to lose herself to her fury and the passion of the fight. Pyrrhus would give her a taste of how powerful she could become when fuelled by the Dark Side. Yet, to his disappointment, he felt her calming herself. Like a Jedi. The mere thought sparked his own well of hatred.

The illusion projected his emotions as well as his words, in response to her loaded questions. "Yes. Those who can't keep up are left behind to fend for themselves. To die, if that is their destiny" it was the way of his people, one he had adopted without objection. It was partly why accepting Sith philosophy had come easy to him. "If you fall behind, you get left behind. It keeps the community strong." as opposed to a single individual holding them back, potentially becoming their ruin. "I was abandoned by the community. Left to fend for myself." he was careful not to say 'fell behind', due to what that implied. "Yet I endured. I earned the right to live. The right to shape my own future as I saw fit. I became Sith" was it sharing and bonding time? It seemed so. Would she empathize with him, or view him a cold-hearted monster?

"Life is not a mercy. You either earn your right to live, or you die. The weak are insignificant. They are unworthy"

Pyrrhus' eyes widened, as Setzi made her move. His expression was one of genuine surprise. It looked as if he had not thought she would attack him. His blade rose to his defence. It never made it. Her blue blade buried itself deep into his right shoulder. The burning hot blade carved against any opposition, digging through the layers of his armour, before scorching flesh. That's when he began to scream. It was the sound of pure agony, as she cleaved open his shoulder. How did one recover from such a blow? It appeared the Togruta would not, as he fell down to his knees in front of her. The lightsaber deactivated and faded from his grip, hitting the cold floor. His eyes stared up at her. At first, his expression had been one of surprise. Now he looked a mix of confusion and pain, like the lover betrayed by someone he trusted. He acted as if the very thought of attacking her had never been on his agenda, and the fact that she had no such restrictions broke his spirit, much as her lightsaber broke his body.

"Set..zi" his expression remained the same. A weak hand lifted against her, still seeking her touch even now, still seeking to feel her close to him in his final moments. Was it forgiveness? Or was he simply too close to the end to care about anything else? All hope was lost for him. His eyes turned glassy while he seemed to slowly fade from reality. Then, finally, the Togruta toppled over. Lifeless. He was dead. Such was the design of his illusion, born out of a curiosity to see if his fear was hers as well.

 

[Jsc]

Obj: B
Location: Courtyard, ODCC
Allies: Meh
Vs: [member="Condor"] [member="Catalys Maijora"] p12
Equip:

Spoiler

• WEAPONS:
  Synthetic Blue Lightsabers (x3): A waterproofed wide-blade with a blue synthetic force crystal. (Jedi) (Common)
• M7 Disruptor Carbine: CQC Disintegration Carbine. (Anti-Material) (Legendary)
• M27c CBP: Composite Beam Pistol. (Common) - w/ Tibanna Type 7: Blaster Ammo. (Exotic)

[*]ARMOR:

• Tin-Roberts EVA Mk II: Space Suit: w/ Color Shifting Poncho. [1] w/ Corellian Bloodsteel Visor. [1] w/ Phrik Matrix. [1] (Tier 9) (Legendary)

[*]ITEMS:

• Personal Energy Shield, Exemplar Class: w/ Power Cell Recharge Adapter. w/ Electro Shock Mode. (Exotic)

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Roberts remained where she was. Blocking dual pistols with dual lightsabers. For a few moments she expected the allied base to play it's part. Troops would defend, Gunships would assault, Artillery would lend itself to Siobhan's awaiting demeanor, and war would just generally run it's course. However. None of that was happening. So the character raised an eyebrow and quickly released that despite Ron Pearlman's best Fallout wishes, "War had (infact) changed".

Zap zap zap. Oh right. And apparently, so must she.

The armored woman made a sprint for the barracks door again. Moving away from both opponents. Her boots smashing against snow, glass, rubble, and concrete dust. Already they had made quite a mess of the place. Her twin swords did their part to keep Condor's remarkably steady barrage at bay. A trick almost all Jedi practice since infancy.

She slipped into the building as the last bolt splashed against what remained of the outer doors. She switched weapons and pulled her broken helm out from the grenade'ed locker nearby. Poor thing. It was starting to became a handbag. Blegh. She darted for the stairs.

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Running as she was, the Corellian pondered. Step 4. Erm. Yes. Step 4 had become a bit muddled as of now. The base was whatever, the NPCs had become whatever, and the combat objectives were now really really becoming whatever. So... Options? Survive the event? Kill two strangers she didn't feel animosity towards? Moar Xplosions maybe? Bah! Karen didn't really know where to take this. Sigh. So... I guess just reload, find a new helm, and sit back and wait for her opponents to try something spectacular. ...Ooo. Maybe find a new gun? This was a barracks right? Gonna have something spectacular in here. Didn't Silver Sanctum Rangers have Sonic Shotguns as Factory Subs. ...Ooo! Pretty!

The feelz.

 

[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 felt a twinge of excitement as his blade scored a minor hit on the Sith's shoulder, but he didn't have time to relish this small triumph. Just as quickly as the strike had come in, the girl was moving away and coming back, bringing bother her blades together to try and lock his lightsaber between her blades. Kian had faced Jar'Kai fighters before, namely his old Jedi opponent Seraphina Shel'tah and his former Master Talon Vosra, so when the move came in, Kian was aware of the danger of his situation. To allow himself to get his saber locked between the two blades would leave him in a position of weakness....and weakness could easily be exploited.

See no other alternative, Kian thumbed the activation switch on his lightsaber, utilizing trakata. One of the advantages of a lightsaber is it was able to be shut off and turned back on mid-fight. This allowed you to surprise an opponent and try and steal an advantage. But there were their downsides to such a maneuver. Shutting off and reactivating your blade meant that you were momentarily without a solid means of deflecting a blow. In order to overcome this, Kian had to move fast. He shut off his blade as the Sith's blades descended on his own and immediately dropped down, spinning in a kick that was meant to connect with the girls legs. Kian was hoping to sweep the Sith's legs out from under her and buy himself the time needed to strike back while avoiding an attack. He thumbed the activation switch on his lightsaber as he spun, bringing the blade back to life and hoped that he had moved quickly enough and with enough ingenuity to catch her by surprise.

 

[Chastity Lunelle]

Objective: A
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 had heard many stories about Jedi on the battlefield. How valiant they were when facing an imminent death. Some fought to the very last, only cut down by a worthy opponent's saber. Others accepted their fate with a transcendent feeling of inner peace. As she lay there in a foggy confusion, synapses misfiring and limbs convulsing, Chastity had only her failure to keep her company. Hope was dead. Antarian rangers lay in piles around the Citadel. The loneliness of her fate was overbearing. This was not a valiant nor peaceful way to go. To be enslaved and have her dignity stolen, or to die the warrior that never was, her story would be less than a footnote in history.

These were the thoughts haunting Chastity as the slaver approached. Would she ever see her loved ones faces again? Her sister? Or Connor? She opened her eyes one last time, holding onto one last dim hope that perhaps Connor had heard her S.O.S. and had come back for her. Instead there was a heavily armored boot flying at her head.

Then, blackness enveloped her.

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective: B
Location: Inside the Orbital Command Center
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: [member="Maya Whitelight"] (dueling)
Gear: Chain-sickle (currently stuck in a wall), Primeval Advanced Agent Tactical Armor, Lightsaber

As the pink-skinned Jedi dodged her scythe, Perla's arm whipped back due to the velocity of the chain-sickle whip. Instinctively she let the whip handle go, and the blade stuck in between two durasteel panels of the Command Center wall. As soon as she lost the grip on her main weapon, she felt a Force Push slam into her from the Zeltron and flew backwards, her arms windmilling around. Once she gathered her balance again, she rooted herself to the floor, and with a grunt, sent out a violent Force Blast to propel the lightside energy away from her until it reached enemy's position and smacked into the Silver Jedi's Force barrier.

Hissing quietly and with arms outstretched in front of her, Perla kept up the pressure as best as she could, hoping the Zeltron would tire and lose her concentration on the barrier, and then witch could employ the full force of her own blast to knock the Jedi off her feet.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: B, MURDER Damian Starchaser
Location: In the back of the Orbital Defense Station
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: [member="Damian Starchaser"], Jedi whelps
Gear:
Vonduun Skerr Kyrric (no helm or gloves)
Lightsaber
Amphistaff biot
The Hated Hand

As Damian held Sage in a gentle embrace and gave him a kiss on the forehead, Sage almost lost his sabaac face to a smug, chit-eating grin. The Padawan was falling for it, like a delicate little fish, squirming on his hook. Suddenly, the young man rose and announced his name: "Damian Starchaser." Another Starchaser, eh? What was it about Bane and Starchasers, anyway? He couldn't seem to get a break from the lot of them. The Padawan began to look around the room for "supplies." Sage cocked his head. Something was very wrong. Was the illusion failing? The boy hadn't struck him as the sharpest tool in the shed. He was a Starchaser after all.

Damian muttered something strange, a nonsensical nursery rhyme, then he bent over an unknown device, partially hidden by his golden head. An unknown device! Sage sprang up from his prone position, breaking the dream apart with his bare hands. With a pained cry, the flesh on his left arm began to peel away, layer by layer, to reveal his trio of amphistaves. The black, leathery creatures hissed and wriggled, happily celebrating their freedom. No longer clad in the robes of the Jedi, Sage was protected by the living Vonduun crab armor of the Yuuzhan Vong, armor that ticked as segmented crab legs poked out of its crenulations. Only his head and hands were exposed, a deliberate sacrifice. Sage found the helm and gloves dampened his ability to wield his powers through the Force-dead armor.

Sage was just about to rush Starchaser, when a series of violent explosions, one, two, three in succession, rocked the room. He crouched and covered his head. When the mist of debris cleared, there was a bubbling sound as water from the cistern flooded through the gaps. The karker was trying to flood the whole place. Rage flashed in his light brown eyes, turning them a crimson color. The Jedi ignited his blade with a snap-hiss and turned towards Sage, and the Sith Lord couldn't be more ready to see the boy’s blood spilled by the bucket load. As he locked eyes with the Padawan, amphistaves thrashing at his side, a new mantra popped into the Sith Lord's head.

All Starchasers must die.