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Location: Western Citadel Wall
Objective: Defend A
Allies: SSC
Enemies: [member="Judas Foster"]
Nagate felt the Force nudge his senses about the impending attack. He let his feet slip down and he planted his off hand on the ground, kicking his right foot at the knee of his opponent.
Nagate let the wide swing take his opponent to his maximum opposite rotation and came up around the open side of the ribcage and slashed at the midsection there.
"I will not die, not to you!"
Nagate slipped behind the larger Sith and sent a blast of the Force at the back of the man. Nagate resumed the opening position of Makashi.
Objective: Objective B Location: Orbital Defence Command Centre Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] Enemies: [member="Lucianus Adair"] | [member="Damien Daemon"] Special Mention: [member="Braith"] Gear: Lightsaber, shoto and Jedi Shade Robes Theme: Three in one…
Scene One
“Corvus we have company,” Coci said just as the Force gave her a nudge that her presence was required in the here and now.
As explosions continued to be the usual distraction of war, Corvus was aware that Coci was focused on the man that faced them. The Republic Jedi appraised him and sensed his prowess.
“You have company, Coci,” Corvus countered. “Two of us would not be a good use of our resource. You can handle this one, I’ll find someone else to arrest.”
There was, as ever, a serenity in her voice. No bravado or overconfidence, just a statement of facts as she saw them. And so she promptly bowed to the Dark-sider in front of them – she was losing track which side they were on these days – and entered the White Current again, quite literally disappearing in front of their eyes before moving away to find a new foe.
Scene Two
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihWz9QTzjX0
‘What do you do when The truth was a lie all along? Where do you turn to to When you find the rights were always wrong?
All this dying I went through to live for you
And now my heart is just a hole An empty space That used to belong to you But now Now that you're gone My soul's turned cold Nothing to fill this heart that's a hole
What do you do when You think you know someone inside out? And where do you go to When all of your faith turns into doubt?
No time machine can turn the hands of the clock Back again
My heart is just a hole An empty space That used to belong to you But now Now that you’re gone My soul's turned cold Nothing to fill this heart that's a hole
I still think of you when I close my eyes Every time I do, oh, part of me dies I still think of you when I close my eyes!
My heart is just a hole An empty space That used to belong to you But now Now that you're gone My soul's turned cold Nothing to fill this heart that's a hole
My soul's turned cold Nothing to fill this heart that's a hole
What do you do when The truth was a lie all along?’
Corvus was progressing through the crowd, seeking a suitable foe, when she heard a voice in her head.
"I forgive you, and I am sorry you will have to wait…a little while…longer."
And then she felt a great disturbance in the Force, as if one – oh so special voice suddenly cried out and was abruptly silenced.
She fell to her knees. This time there were no tears, just shock. She knew she was too late – and opened herself up to her emotions. Hatred was the first to assail her. She hated herself for being late. And then oddly…nothing. No emotions, no feelings just nothing. It was as if her heart was a hole. An empty space that used to belong to Braith...to Silara. She tried to remember the words spoken on Ord Mirit. Hadn’t she been promised a further meeting. A chance to truly show her love was true?
Corvus held on to that thought like a desperate woman reaching out for a rope in a sarlacc pit. Her heart was now cold but somewhere she could feel a spark. And the spark gave her hope. And hope was all she had left and so she fuelled it. In truth it numbed the now growing pain, not eradicated it. But it was a lot better than nothing to live for.
Corvus remembered the words spoken by Silara on Ord Mirit and spoke them for herself now. "I will see you again, I promise you. There is no force in this galaxy that will keep us apart."
And she rose to her feet again. She now refused to close her emotions down. If Silara was gone, her passing would not be in vain. She would learn to channel her emotions into a weapon of the Light. She would funnel all of those feelings into her duels to help her serve the Light-side of the Force.
Scene Three
It did not take her long to find someone worthy of her ire. She was still guided by the Light and believed passionately in the greater good, but there was a difference in her as she walked forwards. The Sith Lord had liberated her and she was now set free to make all Dark-siders pay for their evil deeds.
She closed to within a couple of meters of the man and exited the White Current, simultaneously entering Center of Being. A shimmering haze would appear in front of him as she materialised in what looked standard Jedi robes – albeit they were virginal white. Her saber and shoto were still attached to her belt as she addressed him.
“I’ll make this short. This is where I give you the chance to surrender, you come back with some witty repartee that essentially tells me where to shove my offer and we then we debate for a while before we fight.”
“Either yield straight away or let’s skip straight to the fight part.” Corvus held out her right hand from her body and the hilt of her saber snapped into her palm and immediately activated with a snap-hiss, the violet hue of the blade reflecting on the white of her robes.
“It’s been a bad day, and I’m afraid you’re the one that’s going to get the brunt of it – unless you surrender of course. And yes, I’ve activated my saber, which means I’m prepared to take a life – yours to be precise. You see…” she cocked her head to one side, as if searching for the words. “I’ve…changed. And I think I like what I’ve become. I feel it’s time for a show of what I am truly capable of. Now come and let me entertain you.”
Objective: B
Opponent: [member="Kian Karr"]
Equipment: Hide Armour, Hand Cannon, 2x lightsabers
As she went to strike both his lightsabers, he turned his lightsaber off. Her blades passed each other as he dropped to the ground. As he did she saw him spin towards her legs. He caught her foot as she jumped up, she went plummeting to the floor almost instantly as it happened. She came down with a bang, it jarred her other shoulder. She dropped one of her lightsabers, due to shooting pain in her shoulder. She then grinned as she reached out grabbed one of her hand cannons, with speed and rage she went to put it towards his knee. She moved her lightsaber into a defensive position, so he could not strike at her. She was planning on knee capping him, or if he moved it shooting him higher up. He was too close to move away the shot in time. The gun was designed to break man inside beskar armour.......................
Objective: A - Save Chastity! Location: Moving inside the Citadel Allies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"] (Padawan) Enemies: [member=Kuryr] | Primeval & Sith Forces Unique Gear: Combat Armour| Lightsaber
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWfLThXoC8Y
Chastity had gone in on the ground level, the huge Citadel looming over them as they had landed with the Rangers, and soon after got in trouble. Her aura was weak, close to him still on the ground level. Thankfully she hadn’t gone too far in, which gave him hope.
Connor pushed up with the Force as he ran to move to a strong foothold on the outside wall and began to climb up the small crevices and stones jutting out. A Ranger screamed above as he fell off down below, but it didn’t faze Connor. He just had to get a little higher to come in from above. His cowl flapped in the wind as he grunted, bicep muscles tight under the armour as he pulled himself across to get onto a ledge that ran around the lower level.
Above him, a transport flew low bearing the Silver emblem, and a couple of Jedi disembarked with Rangers for support as a Primeval craft flew by. He didn’t even stop to look over the battlefield; his mind was on getting in and saving Chastity.
Ducking low, Connor moved into a large hole in the side of the Citadel – a tiny dot in the massive architecture, but a hole blown inwards which mean Primeval were on the move from the outside. He side stepped over the metallic supports of the walkways as snow blew in, and he glanced down to see debris, fallen Rangers, smouldering fire, and the body of his Padawan.
Eyes widening, Connor looked across the floor to see a figure he recognised and one that made him shudder- a Taung warrior between Chast and himself. Gritting his teeth, he held onto a beam and flung himself down to the ground, hand moving to his hilt as he fell and landing on bended knee to absorb the impact. He sparked the blue blade with a snap-hiss and held it wide as he stood up, and didn’t move.
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 wandered into the clearing, blaster already raised. There was no concern about getting shot, no concern about getting attacked. The armor that he wore was seamless, and its holographic overlay made him look exactly like one of the Silver Jedi's Soldiers. He knew that Levantines and Silver Jedi had just come to form a new government, but some of the old uniforms still hung around, he hope that whoever was piloting those fighters realized that.
"Hello?" His modulated voice sprang out into the clearing. "I was sent from the base to see if everyone's okay!"
He called out.
Part of him hoped that the pilots of the fighters would be stupid. If he could kill them quickly and scan their appearance it would be easy to slip into the Command Center and cause some real damage.
Objective: A ; siege on the Sith Citadel. Location: Outside The Walls Allies: None Enemies: @Montana Gear: Lightsaber
Cedric roared.
His feet took him a single step to the left, his body shifted, the lightsaber swung towards him, turning over and over in quick succession until it became a blur. He roared in pain as the blade bit into his chest, carving a gash into his exposed muscles and ripping apart the fabric of his robes. The Sith reared slightly, his empty hand reaching out towards the padawan and wrenching with the force.
Cedric pulled the young man towards him, opening his palm and reaching out to hopefully yank the young man into a choking grasp. Once he had him he would turn his form and slam the young man into the ground.
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
On the highest alert, her nerves singing with tension, Setzi listened to Darth Pyrrhus's diatribe on survival of the fittest. This fit with all of the philosophies he had already expounded upon and only served to enhance the illusion. If he began suddenly agreeing with her, she would be more suspicious.
But the illusion came too close, and Setzi had reacted with her lunge towards him.
Where were his defenses, she thought? As her blade sliced through his shoulder, she could only watch in horror, as the Togruta Knight crumpled to his knees. Her face clouded with confusion, matching the look on the illusion's face. Then her heart sunk down to the bottom of her stomach. There was no triumph in this victory.
"No, no, no, no," the padawan murmured louder and louder until it became a crescendo, and at the same time, she ran to him, seeking his outstretched hand. She sprawled on her knees before him and clasped his red-skinned palm. Tears sprung to her eyes. She ripped off her helmet and flung it down to the ground so she could cradle his hand against her cheek.
"I didn't mean for this to happen," she said, hoping he would stay alive long enough to hear her words. "Please Tanek… forgive me."
Lost in emotion, Setzi thought perhaps if she healed him, he wouldn't die. But she was no Jedi medic. I'm not even a competent Jedi at that, she thought, disgusted with herself.
Meanwhile the trap he set had worked to rattle Setzi the way it had intended. When he toppled over, she sobbed and clutched at his lifeless body. There would be no mistaking how much Setzi cared for him. Whether it was an obsession borne from desire, or if it was a deeper love remained to be seen for the real Tanek who was very much alive.
Objective A: Just ewwwwwwwwww
Location: I think someone needs a new interior decorator
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: [member="Mishk"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
Even as she prepared to launch the icicles at Zambrano, she felt something horrible attaching itself to her boots. Using her peripheral vision, she could see just a mess of flesh, blood, and bone, oozing together around her feet to try and trap her. And the Hutt began coming closer, his whip reaching back to attack her while his apprentice mumbled where he was, his body broken but not out of the fight yet.
And ... it was exactly what she wanted him to do, as much as she had wanted to keep him at a distance. A simple flick of her hand would send the icicle spears directly at Zambrano, hopefully to pierce through his eyes and other parts of his body, but that wasn't all she did as the whip began to descend and snap towards her.
A twist of her hand, and suddenly her lightsaber's second blade ignited as it began to spin like an energy saw. As the whip came at her thigh, it met lightsaber blades spinning fast enough that it was eviscerated before it could reach her. Still, the blood and gore around her feet was annoying as it constricted movement and she had an angry Hutt barreling towards her and an acolyte she didn't want recovering.
"Lesson three, don't disgust the girl," she said, her Force presence shrinking down to an atomic level as she moved into Art of the Small. If Zambrano was so fascinated by flesh, well ... she would make things more interesting. His throne was made of the bodies of his victims ... so shifting the molecules into sodium was not as hard as usual. Unfortunately for the Hutt, as the icicles neared him, she allowed one to melt directly over his throne. Water and sodium don't mix well after all. This was probably going to hurt, but a Hutt wouldn't die from such things.
Objective: A
Location: Beyond the Walls
Allies: The Silver
Enemies: [member="Cedric Dorn"]
Gear: Lightsaber
Montana trailed behind his lightsaber, watching it’s flight pattern as it carved into the Sith’s chest. It was a good thing to land a blow because it usually meant the upper hand, but with an advantageous position overconfidence came forth. Montana combated the feeling as to keep focus, but apparently not enough. The man was strong, unlike others Montana had faced, and angry too there was no doubt about it. Even less so as Montana was pulled in close by the darksider’s use of force.
He found himself in the grip of the grim reaper, or at least a being who looked like him. Montana gripped his opponent’s hand trying to dig it out and away from his throat but it was no use. He kicked uselessly and could feel the ferocity and sturdiness of the grip as he tried to escape. And once he got used to the pain he was surprised when he came crashing down flat on his back.
His neck now sore and bruised with his back in a similar condition, Montana rolled away and pushed himself up from the cold Ziost ground. His lightsaber had boomeranged back just in time. He brought it tight into it’s center position as shades of bronze began to reflect on his robe under the dark cloud cover.
He remained in this tight stance, strong, silent, and confident. Letting his desire to beat his opponent be known, and inviting him into close combat.
Objective: A Location: Outside the walls Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"] Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"], [member="Khaleel Malvern"] Gear: Personal lightsaber
The two of them were alike. Not just similar, but nearly exactly the same in nearly every aspect. It was a frustrating thing, seeing her experiences and personality mirrored in someone she would have called ally in any other circumstance. Perhaps it wasn't exactly that, but it came close. The two had both been broken down and twisted under the expectations of another until their former selves became nigh unrecognizable. It was something the individuals manipulated wouldn't realize until it was too late to reverse any changes, and something told her this woman was the same in that facet as Keira had been, until her eyes were recently opened. "You were a Jedi." She repeated herself as if to reaffirm the statement. "I was, too. It takes one to know one." It was as if she was facing herself on the battlefield, instead of a mere stranger.
When the other woman began circling her she mirrored her, holding her blade leisurely at her side as well. Both were in the middle of feeling the other out, poking and prodding in their search for any weaknesses. Something of each other's mettle had been tested in the momentary clash previously, but that was far from enough to truly know how the woman operated. Her blade spun once, a small, measured act of defiance. "The Republic's Order, if I had to guess." Sometimes simply pointing out the individual points of another's past and personality was more than enough to get under their skin. Had their positions been reversed, she knew the same would have provoked her to some degree, and in a violent sort of manner nonetheless. To a certain degree, she saw some of her own traits mimicked in the other woman. A strange thing, altogether.
Both were volatile, with one misstep capable of igniting a conflagration that would consume all involved. No words were spoken, and she allowed an unstable silence to surround them. Drawing on the Force, she didn't push out her aura so much as heighten it so that it was more than evident to one's senses. It was an unspoken challenge, and one that would hopefully be returned. Provoking one's opponent into attacking was the first step to gaining the upper hand. When one struck out recklessly, it was a simple endeavor to work a fight to your own favor. But it seemed so far that the woman was just as intent in remaining stoic as she was, something that was at the same time respectable and an annoyance. At this point, the latter was taking precedent. But patience was a virtue, after all.
"You can try and kill me, you know. I promise I won't hurt you too badly. You'll keep all your limbs." The twitch of a smile, and a teasing glint in her mottled eyes. "Well, probably. I'm not quite so good at keeping my word. But you probably already knew that." A quiet laugh passed her lips, one meant to provoke the woman, just as every other word spoken was intended to do. But if words wouldn't elicit the reaction she was looking for, then actions would have to suffice as a replacement. Adjusting her grip on her weapon, she let it fly, it becoming something akin to an orange disc of plasma as it spun through the air towards her. Raising her hand, she called the blade back into her grasp seconds before it would have made contact. The attack was an obvious one, all too easy to dodge, and one she didn't utilize unless her enemy was entirely unawares. "Don't keep me waiting."
With all their might and strength the animated golem was barraged by a magnitude of force from Vilaz's dual pistols and his allies. Blasters, grenades, and rocket launcher just overwhelmed the stone monster as it tried to make an effort of moving instead of being preyed in one position. It's only option was to retreat out of the courtyard of the citadel but having no intellect as any other rock in the Galaxy it just tried to budge through the fire that was destroying it. Limbs were lost and it became static as the golem laid down in defeat, yet still wanting to do what it was created to do. Without having any mercy it was finally a pile of rubble just likeZealots was in the beginning before itit was summoned by the Ewok.
Now that this threat who was clobbering through soldiers and defenses the Rally Master could resume to dealing with that little bear. He was the reason why the gates were unhinged as well the casualties and damages that had recently happened. With no gates preventing the Primeval to advance the first line of defense were put to the test as the Zealots were racing to breach the once Sith Citadel.
Though, the Warrior wouldn't be fighting here on the front lines. His fight would be neutralizing the Ewok before he could summon up another stone colossus or something worse that that.
“Y'all better be holding that line against those karkers. If not, expect your corpse be stepped on." But not just theirs. Everyone else's would be if the first line of defense was broken. They needed all the help of the Force or whatever diety they worshiped.
After those few words the Redneck begun tracing the tracks of Warok. It wasn't that hard to track the Ewok down. The Mandalorian could easily track him with his paw prints in the snow or the bloody prints he left that could assumed to belong to a small creature, and Warok fitted that description.
Vilaz ran with his focused on the prints until he would come to a stop to his prey.
Kian's leg connected and sent the Sith girl falling backwards. He thought he heard a gasp and was certain he'd done some damage. Rising up to take advantage, he saw the sudden flash of movement as he brought her gun up to fire at him, a wicked grin spreading across her face. The large barrel of the gun made it clear that it wasn't a typical blaster. With little time to react, Kian had to move fast. He threw himself to the side while shoving his hand forward, using the force to try and push the weapon in the opposite direction to aid him in getting clear of the attack. He thought of trying to throw up a barrier, but was unsure if he could have done it in such a fast attack. He heard the shot ring out and felt it pass him.
As Kian came out of his maneuver he saw the large hole now torn through his robes. The attack had missed him, but only just. It was a close call.....too close. Kian didn't have time to reflect on the damage though. His robes ability to cloak him would now be severely comprised. Kian, not wanting to give the Sith time to fire again, stretched his hand out again and sent a telekinetic blast at her. Two of her soldiers were closing in on them, likely hoping to aid in the fight, and Kian aimed his attack so that, if it worked, it would throw her backwards towards the two approaching soldiers.
Kian didn't stand still though, he rushed forward to continue the attack, striking out with his lightsaber in a slash at her hip. Kian was hoping that his attack would have thrown her off guard enough to land a quick blow. He did not aim his attack to kill, but rather to attempt to incapacitate. Kian wasn't ready to take the girls life....not yet. He still hoped that he could resolve the fight with as little bloodshed as possible. Perhaps if the girl could be captured the Jedi could turn her from this dangerous path.....a path of destruction and death.
Kana let the ‘jedi’ talk and speculate. Annoyance lingered in the air as they both seemed to strike the chords at one another’s spots. Kana was called out as a former jedi whereas this other woman had the ways to her of someone that had just been initiated to the order. The small glint in her eye that said she still found the smallest flicker of amusement in watching others grow increasingly annoyed at her.
That was of course on top of the fact that Kana as a councilor had never seen this woman before.
She raised her saber in preparation for the ‘spinning disc’ to come around and connect with her, but it never happened. It was yet another move to psyche her and with that Kana simply chuckled, again, as she took her first step towards the woman.
“Very well.” She said as she took another step. “If I had belonged to the Jedi Order of the Republic why would I have left?”
Kana took another step forward. A hand reached up for her saber to get a better grip and with the subtle twist of a dial she lowered the energy emitter to provide a considerably more blunt beam. She really didn’t know why, perhaps it was her old Jedi training that kicked back in, or perhaps she was just desperately holding on to the small part of her that didn’t want to turn into yet another murderous fiend.
There were a lot of questions, few answers.
“Big question is just that, ain’t it? Why would someone give up life amongst the good and self-righteous?” Kana took the last step that would put her within reach of her opponent. “Actually, the bigger question is why would someone like -- Oh, I don’t know, you -- take that life up?”
“Do you think you’re better than everyone?” Kana struck out in a precise blow for the woman’s head. “Or maybe you think they will let you find and keep someone who would actually love you?”
“They won’t.” Kana perked her brow as she looked at the other woman again. “Their people die and move on pretending it never happened, that’s what they do. It’s their fear for life itself that does it and, you know, at times I can’t blame them. Life truly is terrifying when you spend it locked up behind the ‘protective’ lies of the Council.”
“So try as I might, I can’t stop you from making this mistake. You will know what I mean by that soon enough.” Kana unleashed a flurry of blows aimed for the woman’s knees, arms and face before backing away again. “That is if I you’re able to walk away from here when we’re done, of course.”
Objective: A Location: the Citadel Allies: Someone I suppose Enemies: @Chastity Lunelle (Captured) [member="Connor Harrison"] Gear: Whip[SIZE=9.33333333333333px] [/SIZE]Sword[SIZE=9.33333333333333px] [/SIZE]Pistol[SIZE=9.33333333333333px] [/SIZE]Armor Lightsaber
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SeE1Y8S6jVc
Staggering back to his beaten prize, Kuryr couldn't help but feel sorry for the men he had killed. Not because they had been weak or unworthy, they had fought well, and died like men. But their deaths had been a waste. They were soldiers that followed a leader unsuited to lead, and her decisions had cost them their lives. Death in combat was a given, it was something that all men knew would come to them if they fought long enough. I was said that no warrior truly retires, He knew this to be so. He was born into a warrior culture, bread for only one thing, and he knew too that one day he would fall on a battlefield. The half trained jedi had fought valiantly, but in the end she was unprepared for the sheer violence that was required to stand victorious. His body ached from the fight she had put up, if she had been trained properly this might have ended differently, she could have very well been standing over him. But she had been mislead, told she was ready, and that was a mistake. One that she would now pay for.
He could feel a presence approaching through the force, desperation hung in the air. He reached down and grabbed the girl, just as he heard the words ring out through the air. He groaned loudly as he threw the limp body of his fallen foe over his shoulder. Chucking as he turned he finally saw the form that was attached to the voice. His chuckle quickly turned onto a cough and he spit out a large wad of phlegm and blood. "Ah... the teacher has come to save his student. Or is there something more, have you grown attached to your little bird. Afraid to let her fly away? Half trained and preening around, much to your amusement."
He had her lightsaber in his free hand and he pressed it against her exposed neck."You're too late to help her now. You can allow me to pass unhindered, or you can watch me kill her right here. I do not relish the idea of killing her, it is your fault that she's here at all. You inability to properly prepare her for war has cost many men their lives." He grinned as he turned, not afraid of an attack, this man was too worried about his little bird to risk her life. He turned his head as grinned as he walked away." You're responsible for this, always remember that."
Objective: A Location: Outside the walls Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"] Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] Gear: Personal lightsaber
"I'd worry about yourself before you look at me. Sounds like you have enough on your plate as it is." Keira raised her blade to block the strike directed towards her head. The woman liked to talk, but then again she could match her word for word. This was just as much a battle of the verbal sort as it was with crossed blades, and it was something she was adapted to. It seemed that the other woman could keep it up just as easily, with little pause. All the better. "You're still trying to figure out who you are, but you're trying to determine just who I am as well. Doesn't that sound a bit backwards to you?" No matter how or where she found herself aligned, she was still one to trade quips back and forth with another, if just to determine what pushed another over the edge. It was true that she found amusement in it, but it wouldn't have been herself if she hadn't.
Before another retort could be offered she was met with a flurry of blue, her focus drawn to blocking the strikes rather than any verbal repartee. The woman was fast, there was no doubt about that, and impressively so. But she was a Master just as she was, and likely had been one within the Republic beforehand at that. In comparison she only had her experience on the field to count on, but live combat was the most potent sort of training one could get. This was just another moment of practice, even if it was rather deadly in essence. Despite her best efforts a burn skimmed across her lower leg, though the pain it elicited was lessened compared to what blades had kissed her skin in the past. Either the saber the woman held was on a lower setting, or the adrenaline coursing through her bloodstream was currently dampening whatever pain she might have otherwise felt.
"Well, if you're anything like me you left because you were bored. They're too passive. Their idea of solving a problem is sitting around to talk about or meditate on it until it goes away. I don't know about you, but I'd rather go and get rid of whatever's causing the issue before it can get too close to my home territory." Her head tilted almost imperceptibly to one side. "Or maybe you were manipulated. Maybe you let someone get inside your head and twist things around until you thought the only good decision was to turn to the dark in order to save yourself. That's a familiar story, and for a former Jedi Master I wouldn't bet on anything less. So which Sith Lord was it?" That was quite a gamble to put out in the open, but she was confident enough in her own assessment. The only question was whether or not she was right.
One shoulder lifted in a shrug, that same bemused smile still on her lips. "None of the above would be a far more accurate statement. If I'm joining any Jedi sect, it won't be the Republic. There isn't any point in going back to where I didn't belong in the first place. The chances of me settling down anywhere are slim to none. I'm not going to waste my time staying on one planet to oversee a group of Padawans." Sure, she had taken on her own students in the past, but it was far from any formal arrangement. She met with what apprentices she had sporadically and on odd planets here and there, with no concrete agreements being made. Never had she operated under any sort of official manner of teaching, and she wouldn't start anytime soon. That the woman assumed her to be one to do so only furthered her amusement with it all.
"And what is it you plan on doing with your life? Hiding behind falsifications doesn't seem like something someone like you would do. You like to talk, but I can't really say much in opposition. The question is why you've bothered coming here in the first place. Looking for revenge against your old friends?"
Objective: A - Save Chastity! Location: Moving inside the Citadel Allies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"] (Padawan) | [member="Keira Ticon"] Enemies: [member="Kuryr"] | Primeval & Sith Forces Unique Gear: Combat Armour| Lightsaber
Outside the walls, blaster fire and explosions could be heard and Connor felt the trio were in a room on their own and nothing could get in or out - like this whole invasion was centered to the here and now. The huge Taung, a hulking and battered warrior was more imposing than Connor thought from his study of the race after his possession. The beasts words cut deep, more than any blade, but he obviously thought this was just another 'by the book' Jedi.
Connor swallowed deeply as the beast started away with Chastity unconscious over his shoulder, like a ragdoll - no! He threw out his hand to summon his mastery of the Force and reached to try and stop the Taung with a wall of energy. This wasn't the end! He wasn't taking her!
"You move too soon, Taung - you will not take her from me!"
His eyes narrowed and his brow knotted as he worked to quell the fire burning inside and the desire to rush attack him; to lash out and get Chastity away from danger...or end up with a blade through her angelic, innocent face.
Connor's hand trembled slightly as he held his grip on the Force.
Objective: B Location:Gates of the Orbital Defense Station Allies: The Primeval Enemies: The folly of man, [member="Gwrtheyrn"] Equipment:Armour, lightsaber, a pack of Black Vipers, a lighter (with genuine butane flame!) and a pocket full of sunshine*
*Figurative, not a secret ability or superweapon.
Well, it's better than that crab shet.
Another battle, another war waged and another set of armour that Kiber Dorn did not feel at all home in. At least this more standard kit was made with some comfort in mind, not like that Vong-a-long-a-ding-dang crab that pinched his arse in more ways than he was comfortable with.
Still, even dressed up for the realm of the struggle the man was still vastly out of place. Sure, life was getting to a point where dressing up in cortosis-weave glad rags and slaughtering his foes seemed like a viable option but it wasn't quite there just yet. No, he was still human. For now.
Although it didn't seem like it by looks alone.
The helmet was off (unwise in the realm of war) revealing his Dark Side blackened features adorned with the tribal brand of his own choosing. The helmet needed to be off, not to scare the children, of course, but to partake in some vices.
Addiction didn't stop for war.
Lightsaber clipped at the belt, he plucked a venomous Black Viper from its pack and placed the narcotic between his charred lips. A flicker of flame later and a long, hard draw brought the carsunum spice into his lungs and then his blood stream.
Content to let others sit and shed their blood, he remained, helmet held underneath his arm, stick of death betwixt slender fingers and a jaunty whistled tune leaving his lips.
Location: B as in babe
Objective: B – IN ze woods – DATE NIGHT
Allies: [member="Judah Dashiell"] and Silvers
Enemies: [member="Kiran Vess"]
She found herself pulled down into the bush with Judah. Iced-azure gaze followed his gesture to the prints on the ground. She nodded silently. Straining her ears, she jolted in her kneeling position when the sudden, booming voice broke the silence in the not-so-distant distance.
She frowned. She was certainly no jedi but something felt...off. It seemed a little too convenient. Giving Judah a silent watching gesture, she left his position and crouched along the edge of the foliage, back toward the clearing and back toward the voice - just a half circle circumference from her husband's right.
Bolter raised, she peeked warily from behind a tree, catching the armor of the Silvers. Voice rose to greet the stranger and potential ally. "Ahoy. Forgive my hesitation to meet you in the open but I believe there's a sniper in the area."
Judah would watch her back.
She couldn't figure out why he was alone, though. It caused her to pause. "What team are you with?"
Objective: Avoid lightning shooting bacon. (
Location: Somewhere inside the Orbital Defense Station
Allies: Me
Enemies: [member="Darth Voracitos"] and his appetite
Gear: Lightsaber, stubbornness, mythosaur axe (its a thing) Armor and stuff.
Ordo imitated the Sith as he popped his neck. The sharp pops dulled slightly by the armor that was ever present like a second skin, except that one time he fought the terentatek in the nude...ok two times. He rolled his shoulders as he watched the spherical being prepare for whatever it was that spherical being prepared for? Oh, eating. Who'da thunk it.
The air between them was nearly electric with anticipation as the large Sith's chair whined like a child who was told it was time to go home from some place of pleasure or another. The servos loud enough for Ordo to hear in his deactivated helmet as he took a step forward, two titans closing the gap between them like clashing rams...except one ran shot lightsabers, odd thing that. Ordo's tree trunk like legs pumped like pistons as he raced toward the crimson bladed weapon. His skill was primarily in physical enhancement, so he went with that.
He gain a speed quickly as the force flooded into muscle tissue and what was impossible became very real and just as Voracitos had fired a crimson weapon, Ordo fired...Ordo. His forefoot hit the deck with enough power to ripple the durasteel and he propelled himself just over the crimson blade and shot toward the sith. His head and the buy'ce that covered it was aimed like a bullet at the big creature's epic roundness and Ordo was sure that though it probably wouldn't work, he was certainly the biggest projectile in this battle.
The air screamed past as he closed and he let out a Mandalorian war cry. This was about as dumb an attack as he could muster and he would likely forget it as soon as possible.
Objective: B
Location: At the gates of the Orbital Defense station.
Allies: Silver Jedi Order
Enemies: Primeval (Dueling [member="Kiber Dorn"])
Gear: Ashlas Mercy - force imbued greatsword, Firbolg 700 Anti Freak Handgun
Galling did not even begin to describe it. The poet knew that those who followed the Boga's edicts drew power from cowardice and craven emotions but that his opponent would simply vanish mid battle was utterly vexing. Better to face some half mad butcher of men than a serpent that slithered on its belly through a morass of treachery and deceit.
So Gwrtheyrn stalked the battlefield like some great hunting cat, noting the exploits of his fellows for later recounting within the mead halls. Several times primeval cultists were unfortunate enough to cross his path and their lives were each ended with a single swing from the titanic greatsword that the Maelibus carried.
Then for a second time a whistle caught the filids attention. A lone primeval zealot partaking in what seemed to be some form of inhaled stimulant.
Memories from Iego flooded back. In the deepest caverns of his home world where pallid blind things skittered and wandering maelibi could hear the knocking of geists and fay there grew certain luminous mushrooms. When consumed these brought out an intense fury allowing those who partook to briefly surpass the usual restrictions placed by the body. These fungi could either be taken fresh, powdered or combined with noxious liquids to form an unholy brew.
In galactic basic the warriors that partook of these substances would be known as berserker.
And it looked like Gwrtheyrn had the good fortune to stumble upon one.
Roaring a challenge so that his opponent was not blindsided (highly unlikely given that the Maelibi standing at twelve feet in height and weighing over a tonne made a hell of a lot of noise) the golden giant charged forward, booted feet thundering on the concrete.
Both hands wrapped firmly around the hilt of Ashla's mercy Gwrtheyrn swung the massive sword in a low arc for his foe. Enchanted as it was with the lightside of the force attempting to block such an immense weapon with a lightsaber would be the height of folly. Golden flames danced on the blades surface as it soared for the warlocks torso.
