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

[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)
  

The attempted reach out through the force was promptly shunned. What did this woman know about pain? What did this woman know about Kana’s pain? The whole lifetime of it, more than three decades of pretending it wasn’t getting to you until finally you snap. This had been a long time coming and the further that coin seemed to plummet the more obvious it became. Kana deserved this. She had taken so much pain throughout her life and it was about time she was allowed to dish it out on others at this point.

She deserved it.

“You talk like a jedi, you walk like a jedi.” Kana burst out as her saber was thrust from her hands. “You lie like a jedi and soon-” Her hand called out to retrieve her saber again. “You will die like a jedi.”

However, no saber came her way. There was just Kana and the imaginary suffering of a woman trying to trick her into submission once more. She was done with following orders, she was done with religions. She was her own woman at this point and nobody was going to take this sense of freedom away from her.

“I will end you, I will end your pathetic little friends or I will make them see the errors of their ways.” Kana backed away towards her saber hilt. “They will thank me or they will die.”

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Objective: Objective B (B is for Bring it on…)
Location: Orbital Defence Command Centre
Allies: Hope
Enemies: [member="Damien Daemon"]
Gear: Lightsaber, shoto and Jedi Shade Robes
Theme: Time for the Corvus theme song…yeah…who are you?

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DB2ELkIzWQ0

Spoiler

‘I'm the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I'm the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare
I'm what's left, I'm what's right
I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that will take you down
Bring you to your knees

So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?’

Corvus listened but paid no attention to the words, just the intent. He was clearly disinterested in a chat – and that suited her just fine. The time for talking was over. The time for action was now. She was here to defend and protect and this individual stood in her way.

She was aware she was being appraised. Emotions flashed through her mind. Most she could not name or yet recognise but as each one surfaced her saber either glowed brighter or spluttered for a split second.

So she avoided those that had caused the negative effect. The ones she’d one day learn to call anger, pride, arrogance – and the greatest of all, revenge. And she focused on those that seemed to complement her Jedi focus – compassion, respect, hope. In time she’d be able to recognise these for what they were too.

“For the Order and the Republic, I will give anything and everything, including my life.” The words came to her lips unbidden. No doubt something she’d learned but now was not the time to worry about whom to attribute them to. Instead she channelled her emotions into a weapon of the Light. There was irony there, certainly.

Her opponent stepped closer and then lunged forward, throwing a swift kick at her mid section before dropping to the ground in a flourish that spun him around in a sweeping motion, clearly intent on knocking her from her feet.

Corvus always taught Padawans and Younglings that often it was hard to tell where one Force Ability ended and another began. Was it the Force warning her, or the fact she was in Center or Being – able to unconsciously defend from even the most flowing random attacks and feints?

Or perhaps it was her Teräs Käsi training – arguably the most gruelling she’d ever undertaken – and definitely the longest. It gave her extreme speed without using the Force and an aptitude for anticipating strikes.

And like Maul and Koon that she’d studied endlessly, she blended them effortlessly in a fighting style that typically complemented Soresu, but today she was going to use Djem So. She would not be passive and instead immediately after defending would look to follow with an attack of her own.

Her opponent’s attack was telegraphed, given her blend of the Force and martial art. Her focus was intense, her resolution immovable.

So she stepped back as the kick to her mid-section came. Nothing elaborate, using only the energy she needed to exert. No sooner had she taken the step back than she was off her feet, the attempt to remove her footing from under her an obvious ploy – or so it seemed given her training.

And whereas she might typically wait for her opponent to tire or make a mistake, instead Corvus spun on her right foot and shot her left leg out in a powerful side kick, aiming to slam her boot into the man's chest, stopping him cold. Hit or miss, she immediately dropped into a squat, spun her lightsaber like a scythe, and aimed to sickle the man cleanly at the knees. Her third move still owed its speed to Teräs Käsi – appearing a blur to anyone not Force Sensitive. Corvus twisted herself and her weapon, flowing into the form known as Rancor Rising. She brought the blade up between the man’s thighs, hard, using her leg muscles to augment the strike as she pushed up from the squat to a standing position.

Textbook Maul she would reflect later. But in the here and now it was simply learned behaviour – a series of moves practised as one – oddly as Bane was taught and she’d simply adopted as her own practice. He may have been an evil man, but his training methods were exemplary.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: A
Location: Ground Floor of the Citadel
Allies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"] (Padawan) | [member="Keira Ticon"]
Enemies: [member=Kuryr] | Primeval & Sith Forces
Unique Gear: Combat Armour | Lightsaber

Two short breaths inwards, Connor prepared himself to move – he would save Chastity; the Taung wouldn’t have time to move and react if he acted now. The doorway was a perfect confided space – suddenly, his eyes were drawn as the blade ignited, and he stepped forward a couple of steps, fingers gripped on the hilt. As his top lip started to twitch as the animalistic bloodlust started to rise in him, Connor noticed it before it was too late – the gauntlets wired to explosives.

As the explosion echoed up and around his head, Connor killed the blade and dived back with an enhanced push down to the ground, sending him rolling over on his side to the far pillars of the ground floor, a hard cushion that took his breath away as the debris and upper floor foundations collapsed inwards, creating a stone and duraplast jungle between the Master and captured Padawan.

Snow and dust and cold air blew in and around from the exposed light outside, and Connor took a few seconds to feel his surroundings, already noticing the aura of Chastity had gone from the Citadel – the explosion had blocked of his way through, and the Taung had gone and left Connor humiliated, alone and frustrated.

"AGH!"

The Master roared as he stood, fighting the pain of the bruised abdomen from hitting the pillar and rubbed the dirt and matted dust from his face, chest heaving as he caught his breath and evaluated a thousand options in the space of seconds – call for help, run, climb, Force throw the debris, sit down, give up, return to Voss…

Looking up, Connor fixed his saber hilt to the black belt of his armour and began to climb up and over the mangle of debris to move across the ground floor as quickly as he could.

 

[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

It would seem the act had been executed well enough, and for now, she believed in it. That was all that mattered. That was all it took to make it real. Reality was defined by the eyes of the beholder. And so, Pyrrhus watched her watch him die.

It was clear Setzi had not expected her strike to have that effect. She'd struck against him. Perhaps she told herself she was ready to kill, but was she truly? Perhaps she was a killer, but to him? She sank down beside him, as she came to terms with her deed. He had expected a reaction, but had he been prepared to face it? The way she removed her helmet, only to let the last thing his fading hand felt be the warmth of her cheek... It was heartbreaking. How could he fight her now? How could he strike down the one who now cradled his corpse, crying because he was gone? She was likely the only person in the galaxy that would react to his death in this way.

From here, it could've gone many ways. The corpse could have been brought back to life, a husk without the soul, gripping at her, trying to drag her down with him. Once she accepted it as true, there were many ways in which the reality could be warped to 'cause further mental damage. But not now. Not to her. He told himself the illusion had served its purpose, that it had only been to rattle her. A way to get her in an emotionally unstable state, in order to allow her to get more in touch with her feelings, to put her in a state where she would let the Dark Side in. Was it true? Could he have used it to greater effectiveness? He could bear no more. If she wanted to strike, an outlet for her feelings, he would give her a very real target to punch at.

The fallen Togruta, who had died in Setzi's arms, slowly faded away. Slowly, it became transparent, fluid, before it faded away like smoke. There were no more tricks, and everything was as it should have been. Pyrrhus had not moved since last, and when she looked his way, she would find him. He felt pain. He felt hers, and in a sense, he shared in it. The expectation was great, for he had no idea what he would see in her teary eyes now. Would she be glad to see him live? Would she be furious to see that it had all been a trick? Did Setzi hate him now? While he was a soldier of the dark, he was not above such emotions. Yet as a Sith, he would twist them, and use them to strengthen himself. Pain, suffering, the feeling of hatred directed at you from someone you care for... All tools of the Dark Side.

"Setzi" his voice called out to her. He attempted to give the impression of the stoic Sith warrior, unfazed by anything. Yet truth be told, he felt weaker now than he had ever been before. A part of him wanted to take off his armour, and let her unleash her fury upon him without resistance. Then he would receive the punishment he so well deserved. Though he knew he couldn't. Even so, he knew he couldn't be the first to attack. He started to walk slowly towards her. "Let's end this now. Come with me. Ziost belongs to the dead. Let's leave it behind." Together. He made one final attempt.

In the end, she asked for forgiveness. But would she forgive him?

 

[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

As Kian rushed forward in his attack, it occurred to him that his force push hadn't really done much. The Sith girl had stumbled backwards, but hadn't been thrown like he would have liked. For a moment Kian thought that his force abilities were somehow being weakened, but the two warriors that had advanced toward them had been taken up by the blast and sent sprawling. Perhaps the girl had anticipated his attack, or she possessed something that protected her. Either way, it was a costly mistake.

As his attacks came in, the girl leapt into the air, striking at Kian's head. The only thing that kept him from facing a serious strike was the fact that Kian's reliance on Shien was a combat style forged from the defensive skills of Soresu. As the girl went up, Kian reacted by turning his body to follow and bringing his blade up in a classic, two-handed block of an overhead strike. But Kian was caught off guard, and the timing wasn't perfect. His blade caught the attack, but just shy of when he needed to to avoid a hit. His block halted the blade, but it bit into the edge of his HUD Mask as it descended, leaving a scorch mark in the metal and leaving Kian feeling the sudden heat of the contact.

Kian didn't take the time to think on it however. So far his opponent had been quick to react and had taken some of the momentum of the fight. That was unacceptable to Kian, a practitioner of Form V. It was time for him to once more take the initiative. As his blade and the Sith's meet, Kian pushed forward, following her descent from her drop, pushing out with his blade to try and open up the girl's defenses. Then he twisted his body and, rather than extricating his blade to attack, drove the pommel of his lightsaber forward aiming to hit the girl in the midsection. Kian knew that the armor she wore would defend from much of the blow, but his goal wasn't to incapacitate but rather to momentarily stun and perhaps buy himself time to strike once more.

Kian followed the pommel strike up by sliding his blade down the blade of his enemy, looking to catch her lightsaber at the emitter and hopefully severing the weapon in two. Kian had begun the fight with the hope that he could talk the Sith down...get her to surrender herself. But that notion had left him some time ago. Now he was trying to do what a Shadow was meant to do.....eradicating the Sith from the galaxy.

Spoiler

I LOVE THAT MOVIE!!! Bill Nighy is my favorite vampire and I found myself hoping the badguy would win in that movie

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Objective: B
Opponent: [member="Kian Karr"]
Equipment: Hide Armour, 2xHand Cannon (one not loaded), 2x lightsabers (one on the floor)

Her strike had hit his face mask, force only new how ugly he will be know he has molten metal burns as well know. The creature was not phased by it though and it went on the offensive, she could only match his attack with an attack. She only practiced one lightsaber form, and that was ataru the most combative force form. So as he drove the pommel of his lightsaber into her helmet, she felt the crack of it. Though a same time she was going for kick, straight between his legs. His strike did not stun her, the rage made sure of that. As he moved his lightsaber down towards hers, she flicked her blade out to parry his. As her leather cladded boot was about to make connection, with his under carriage.

She was still a little gangster from coruscant, and if you wanted to survive down there. Where the republic security forces did not go, you had to learn to street fight. She did as she did not want to ever loose a fight, so she did learn to fight tooth claw down their as well.

 

[Matreya]

Objective: B
Location: Outside the Orbital Defense Station
Allies: Primeval | [member="Darth Voracitos"]
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Gear: Terentatek Duster | Wardens Cloak | Beskar'gam | Kallig's Scorching Saber | Tantibus | Bodo Bass Gunbelt filled with all kinds of fun explosives | Damien's Talismans of Concentration (2)

https://youtu.be/si6ORsEssSI

At first, the fact she dodged seemed a drudging fact, yet as she moved it became apparent that she wasn't simply an opponent. She was proving in the first moments to be a good one.

Seeming to blur to the untrained eye, she threw a kick at his chest. Then, in his own blurring fashion, just as it was within striking distance he flipped backwards onto his right hand, which carried him into a beautiful flip. Soon enough though, a dreadful heat could be felt seemingly atop his right arm.

Had he not jumped back, it was likely the blow would have landed easily upon his legs.

But then again he was righted on sure footing, and staring as the woman blurred slightly, he knew her to be utilizing Teras Kasi. However, she was not the only one; he breathed speed, and after the battle with that Bastard Maelibus - he wouldn't think the vulgar things name - he had trained heavily in it as well.

Plus his genetic make up of was an enhancement to the same attribute as well.

When she pushed forward, aiming for between his legs, he knew she had to be throwing herself into a potentially risky situation - leaning could easily through her off balance. Though this was apparent, he didn't lower himself just yet; instead he activated the lightsaber he held in a twirling fashion. Bringing the blade to a cross block lower then his groin but protecting his body, he felt her blade make contact.

As the energy began to lift him slightly, he carried his body with it. Rising up and over her head in the same motion, he brought several swift blows aimed for her. Simultaneous attacks, each at vital areas: attempting hack at her midsection while aiming a bone crushing swing for her temple, then to spin and seek a kick aimed for the jaw while trying to stab her right knee with the plasma of his blade.

Of course, after each use of his blade it would disappear back inside its hilt; the traditional example of Trakata.

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Objective: B
Location: Gates of the Orbital Defence Station
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Fresh fruit and vegetables, [member="Gwrtheyrn"]
Equipment: Armour, lightsaber, a pack of Black Vipers, a lighter (with genuine butane flame!) and a dream (in time gone by).

Simply content with standing and doing nothing (sans getting a touch high) Kiber had no idea that his jaunty tune had caught the attention of another, another who was double his size and Force knows how much heavier, another who had apparently pegged him as a beserker, rather than the complete wimp that reality had crafted the man into.

Had to be the blackened face, spoke volumes of demonic origin when in fact he lingered upon the edge of the scruffy urchin. Still, even Tiny Tim had his darker side, no matter how deep down it was buried.

The high hadn't kicked in yet when the roar of challenge became evident, emerald eyes widened in mild horror as Kiber span on his heel to face the direction of the great noise and in a split second the man was glad that today was the day that he had chose to bear his only pair of brown undercrackers.

“PALPATINE'S PECKER!”

His tactic wasn't graceful in avoiding the swing, but grace and poise were irrelevant when you were dead. Kiber crumpled, falling back onto his arse and into a backwards roll as the great blade swooped through air and thankfully not his midsection. The helmet was dropped in the roll, but at least the Black Viper managed to stay between his fingers.

Priorities.

Staring up at the behemoth of a creature Kiber frowned, not terribly pleased with the prospect of being bisected in one fell swoop, or even in several smaller swoops. I'd like to opt out of your bisection package, please.

“That's a bit forward, no?!” the peculiar man objected, taking a quick puff of his narcotic stick, “I mean, I don't know about you but I'd like for us to get to know each other a bit first, ya dig me, bro?”

It was difficult to tell if Kiber Dorn was taking the piss or not, just the way he liked it.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Objective: Transferring from B to A
Locations: Reaching the Citadel in this post
Allies: Silvers
Enemies: Prime, but not engaging anyone yet.
Gear: 1x MKI bolter, 1x bolt pistol, 1x sonic shotgun, wrist-worn flamethrower, vibroknife, grenades, lightsabre, beskar'gam


Since this writer is uncertain how many posts it takes to transfer, we shall write another one about transferring locations. Siobhan's random starfighter - presumably of whatever model the Silvers/Levantines/Coalition of the Wiling were using as a common model these days, though that's not important since it's just background noise anyway - came shooting through the sky.


Even from away one could see the signs of the struggle that was taking place between the forces of light and darkness! Little did Siobhan know that somewhere on the walls the Butcher-King was facing the Jedi Grand Master from the Viking planet, for unlike her writer she lacked meta knowledge. To her it seemed the Silvers were still holding, but the Primeval zealots and their allies had made gains. Lacking actual contact to one of the Jedi at present, she could not make much of an evaluation.


I miss Roche, she thought to herself. Here on Ziost the Dark Side was so strong that it seemed like a physical force, as if the whole world were a nexus. This was not surprising since it had been a Sith stronghold and once upon a time, a fellow named Vitiate had seen fit to eat everyone on it due to his omnicidal maniac tendencies. However, Siobhan sort of had a working relationship with the darkness, so the alluring, yet repulsive power did not bother. She quickly brought the fighter down to land, landing close to what counted as a landing pad, then headed towards the walls, following the sound of battle.


((Transfer to A complete. As per discussion, Sio'll be moving to engage [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], pending conclusion of the duel with [member="Nima Tann"])).

 

[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

As the illusion faded away, Setzi blinked and slowly looked around. She quickly realized what had happened as he had similarly deceived her on Ruusan. You fool, she chided herself. You should have known better!

She finally caught sight of Darth Pyrrhus in the same spot as he was when he approached with his Nautolan troops. Their eyes locked for a moment, and she saw that he struggled as well with what he had just witnessed – her execution of his ghost. Good! Let him suffer, she seethed with a rush of hot anger. The rage that Setzi felt over Darth Pyrrhus’s trickery was so intense that she nearly ran over to him and beat at his chest with her fists. But this emotion was quickly replaced by relief that he was alive.

Setzi knew at this moment that she would not be able to strike him again. The thought of losing him was too acutely painful. With the back of her hand, she wiped away the tears and tried to compose herself. The feelings she had for Tanek had so easily challenged everything she knew up until now - her place in the Jedi Order, with the Silvers, with AgriCorps. But in reality, the darkside of the Force had begun to affect the padawan even further back than Selvaris, but she had only been vaguely aware of it. It’s why she had sought the Togruta’s help after he had attempted to capture her during her peace-keeping mission.

Is this what you really want, she thought? Trading your fervent desire and aching longing which for a life with the Sith? The enemy you pledged to destroy so many months ago when joining the Order?

No, she did not want a life serving the Sith. But yes, she wanted a life with Tanek. Or at least, did not want to let him go this easily. One of them would need to make a sacrifice. And if it were to be the Jedi, she was still intensely aware and somewhat afraid of his powers of manipulation. If conjuring up an illusion and allowing her to slay it for his enjoyment was his idea of courtship, she was going to have serious trust issues right off the bat.

He would not be forgiven that easily.

“And do what, Tanek?” she asked, approaching him, her voice soft but retaining an angry residue. Her saber was hooked back on her belt, her pistol also in its harness. Her arms hung loose, the tension drained out of her.

“Join you, so you can use me? Drain me of my power and leave me an empty vessel?"

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Objective: A
Location: Somewhere in the citadel
Allies: Silver Sanctum Coalition, [member=Thurion Heavenshield], [member=Arrbi Betna], [member=Aedan Miles], [member=Romeo Sin]
Enemies: [member=Warok the Defiler], [member=Adekos]
Gear:

Spoiler

-Beskar'gam
-Two dual WESTAR 34 pistols
-Fett-Kal Knife
-One flashbang
-Repulsorpack

As the Mandalorian continued following the only source that could take him to this Ewok he could hear the volume of battle cries from all corners in this siege. He could hear very clearly the yells from the front gates where the Gorax had been summoned and destroyed the front gates. He could only hope for the Silver Sanctum soldiers give a heck of a fight to their adversaries that had wished nothing bul ill will to the Mandalorians and the Silver Sanctum. Of course, he had seen the tactics of the Primeval on Wayland. Suicide bombers racing to take any victim with them if they could mange without being killed beforehand. Yes, there were other units other than the poor suicide bombers, but their strategies didn't impress Rally Masters and Field Marshals. Nevertheless, they had won Wayland but they would be visited sooner or later by the Jedi or the Mando'ade.

While it was easy to track down the Ewok it was also difficult due to the rounds of artillery and ordnances from the enemy. It was probable for Vilaz to get blown up and disfigured by any round of artillery. Luckily he wasn't, yet. The last thing he needed was a platoon or two of Primeval soldiers facing him while he was finding for this wicked bear. That would definitely cause the Rally Master a lot of issues if some mishap were cover the prints and leaving Vilaz to a dead end.

Unfortunately, he did came to a dead end when he came to the end of the tracks. He could tell there was a change of rhythm from earlier when the Ewok's pawprints changed from walking to running when calculating the distance between the prints. But it was odd how far apart they were. Surely an Ewok couldn't run so fast without the aid of the Force or something else. Warok was becoming quite the bear. A gorax, a golem, and high speed. What else was under the fur of this small creature?

Suddenly, Vilaz's HUD caught IFF tags from four individuals in a nearby building. His blue eyes were looking at the building that these people were in and saw a hole in the roof. Maybe this dangerous Ewok was in there, and maybe he wasn't. But it wouldn't hurt to investigate and see what was in there for himself. The Redneck activated his repulsorpack and trekked to the hole in the roof of the building. And before he entered through the damaged infrastructure he threw his only flashbang through it to gain an advantage on anyone who could be a hostile.

After hearing the bang from the flashbang the Redneck finally entered the building through the roof and saw the very same Ewok he had encountered at the courtyard. The other faces that surrounded him were unrecognizable, but he didn't care as he focused on his true objective. “A bit cowardly how you left, Ewok. But you ain't running again."

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Objective: Objective B (B is for Better not kill the groove)
Location: Orbital Defence Command Centre
Allies: Practise
Enemies: [member="Damien Daemon"]
Gear: Lightsaber, shoto and Jedi Shade Robes
Theme: It’s murder on the dancefloor…

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxBRfhwv5jU

There was almost a smile on Corvus’ lips. No, it was definitely a smile. Her opponent was worthy. There would not have been a greater anticlimax than to fight an Acolyte. And his speed was good too. Another martial artist no doubt, just like on…whichever one it was? Telti, yes that was it.

That time she’d spent far too long realising their abilities were matched to the point of being negated. This time she was going to skip the pleasantries and look to end this. She had someone to find.

She’d winged him but it was little more than an inconvenience at most. No real damage she suspected. And then he blocked her upward thrust with a block. He went with the flow – a most sensible move – and he sailed over her head. Were she a Makashi user she would have made him pay for the theatrics – but she wasn’t and therefore couldn’t.

She parried the blows – Center or Being living up to its reputation – but she was looking for her chance to counter. She was too eager. She avoided the hacks and the swing but his kick clipped her jaw – no doubt leaving a boot-print on her chin – but at least it wasn’t broken and she seemed to have all her teeth still.

Brought to her senses, she re-entered the eye of the storm and deflected his blow aimed at her knee – although there was the smell of burning material that suggested she’d cut it very close.

Unlike traditional spars, where the two combatants circled each other, this was a different pace altogether. Corvus now stepped forward, her blade ascending diagonally from right to left in a long, swift arc and then looked to press her advantage, her violet blade arcing up from left to right.

Padawans were taught by Corvus a handful of sequences. Now she knew almost two hundred, and was able to transition smoothly from the end of one sequence into the beginning of another, opening up a wider range of attack-and-defence combinations. And more options made it more difficult for a foe to use the Force to anticipate her actions.

So as her blade finished the upward trajectory she allowed her top hand to fall off the hilt and she grabbed a steel drum from behind her opponent and hurled it at him. To the uninitiated it would simply look as though her hand had slipped off – not that she was using the Force.

 

[Nima Tann]

Objective: A, Getting eaten alive, Last Stand
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
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bY4mIS6IbrU


The creatures started to become slow, after a couple of second they completely stopped moving and just floated on the sky, completely harmless. This gave her hope and some time to catch her breath. She managed to enter the woman's brain, well, just for a second but it was enough for her to stop. After that, the dark woman called her creatures back, all of them slowly fading away from existence. She smiled towards her, but that smile suddenly faded away as she saw her doing another thing, and another pain followed at the back of her brain. Wait, wasn't there where the visual stuff was being handled? What was the woman's plan then? And why was everything going black all of a sudden?... Wait, no... Were those... insects? She felt those disgusting little feet moving towards her skin. Slowly, biting through every inch that they move. It didn't hurt, not that much but she was disgusted by them. She was lucky to close herself to mental attacks before this, else consequences would be very very bad. "No no no no no!" She said, trying to shake away the thoughts of insects moving around her body. It. Wasn't. Real. "Stop attacking me like this and just face me, you coward!" She shouted again, there were no one around, just blackness and her and insects. But she knew she was listening.

And then, out of nowhere, she felt a sharp pain at her back, this sudden shock made her fell to the ground on her knees shouting in pain, and deep breaths followed afterwards the shouting, still trying to understand what was happening. Electric, probably. Since she wasn't waiting for it, the shock hit her directly, almost making her faint out immediately. And this attack cut her defenses for the woman's mental attacks, now she could feel the insect bites more clearly. Wa... wait a minute? Did one of the insects just tore off a little piece of her skin? "Kark it!" She shouted in pain. She was pretty defenseless right now. Not seeing anything, not hearing anything. She was there, with the insects slowly toring her apart. "No no no! Get off!" Not real! Not real! Who was she fooling with? It hurt as hell. Nothing imaginary would hurt like that. Fear of being eaten alive slowly taking her body, she tried to push the insects away from her body, whenever she tried the insects continued coming. "GET OFF ME! AAAgGh!" It hurt like hell, as she started to feel blood leaking out of her tore skin as it dropped to the ground. She tried to get up, but it hurt to get up. What was happening to her? She wasn't going to look at her feet, wasn't going to see herself getting eaten alive. No, not like this!

With one more push, she tried to connect with the woman's brain again to lift this curse from her, and could get a little rift open to see her standing just opposite of her. With all of the Force, she managed to get up again. "Not... gonna...die... alone!" Shouted she with all the pain she felt from the insects eating her. She didn't even know how did she manage to get up, but she was not feeling well, not a bit. This was, more of a last stand. She wasn't going to go without nothing. She sent a Force Push, a very big one with the speed of a tornado towards the darker woman from the rift that was opening to the real world, aiming her chest. If the attack landed, it would break a lot of bones. The push was full of energy, to the last little drop that she has inside, and then the rift closed, thus she collapsed. She was about to faint from using all her energy for this last attack, she hoped to faint, then she wouldn't feel the pain anymore. But she was still conscious. Maybe if the push hit her she would get out of here. She didn't really know what was the real and what wasn't anymore, all she could feel was... The cold. Very, very cold.

-ICE POV-

With the speed he had, he wasn't able to counter the Force Push coming towards him, so it hit his head with a good pressure, but to his luck, with the speed he had he was still flying towards the woman, this time without having any balance, a pile of meat weighting 200 kg was flying towards her with such a speed that even a person with unhuman reflexes couldn't get out of that situation easily. Ice was a strong one indeed, if he landed on the woman he could have a great advantage since he had a fast recovery system and maybe help his caretaker later after taking care of this woman. The situation didn't look very good though. He was a wolf, didn't have magic powers, didn't have good reflexes. But the one thing he had, great fangs and claws. He was about to use it. Nothing to stop him. He had that red eye whenever he got angry, and if Ice had red eye, that would mean bad news for the one opposing him. The wolf would use his real nature and turn into a beast.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Objective : B
Location : Wilds Outside Command Center aka "Date Night"
Allies : [member="Thessa Kai"]
Enemies : [member="Kiran Vess"]



Before Judah could stop his wife from moving away, she was gone. A dark look was cast in her direction but it wouldn't have mattered, the Galan's back was already turned. Something wasn't sitting right with the scenario. If this was a scouting team, where were the speeder bikes? Scanners? The rest of the team? Normally types like this traveled in at least pairs....but Judah couldn't see a need for a team just yet. The fighting was still carrying on.


It wasn't time to go 'home' yet, as far as he knew.


Slowly, he reached for the blaster at his thigh. Judah wasn't taking any chances in this case. If it was a friendly, the man would understand the blasters trained on his person. Settling in, he kept an eye on both Thessa and the friendly-stranger, waiting to jump in should need be.

 

[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


"Damian, I'm deeply wounded," Sage tutted. "I thought we had something special."

Water roared in from the cistern, flooding around the two opponents, quickly filling up the chamber. It was already knee deep when Damian rushed Sage. That's right Starkarker. Come and get me. As two ion beams came flying towards the Sith Lord, he used the Force to alter his speed. The physics of the room all seemed to slow down, like in an action holo, allowing him to predict the beams' trajectories and dodge them with preternatural quickness. In the next nanosecond, Starchaser was upon Sage, thrusting his lightsaber quickly forward. Sage's amphistaves hissed out towards the plasma blade of Damian's saber, one of the tentacles attempting to coil around the blade itself and whip it out of his hands, disarming him.

The Force gathered up around the boy defensively as he readied himself for Sage's offensive maneuver. However, a Force attack did not come. Instead Sage's two remaining amphistaves, grafted to his shoulder, struck out wildly, each tentacle launching its own attack. One tendril reached back in an attempt to coil itself around the boy's neck, aiming to constrict his throat. The other serpentine creature reared up and shot poison right towards Damian's face, attempting to spray his eyes with blinding poison.

While his amphistaffs were keeping the Starkarker busy, Sage would begin to reach out with a drain attack, attempting to siphon the Force energy from the boy as it swelled around him, sucking him dry of life energy.

 

[Matreya]

Objective: B
Location: Outside the Orbital Defense Station
Allies: Primeval | [member="Darth Voracitos"]
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Gear: Terentatek Duster | Wardens Cloak | Beskar'gam | Kallig's Scorching Saber | Tantibus | Bodo Bass Gunbelt filled with all kinds of fun explosives | Damien's Talismans of Concentration (2)

https://youtu.be/d4lPa_3u0xw

Catching the first of the dual blows as it came his away, it left a deep scar in his Beskar'gam as well as leaving a deep singe on his Terentatek Duster. Bruises could be felt welling up beneath, yet Damien ignored them as he brought his saber up to block the next...

Seeing the hand slip off, Damien was unnerved instantly; being a Trakata user, he always sought to use feints and slight of hand...

Making a split second decision, he spun, taking the brunt of the blow against his shoulder, where his Wardens Cloak covered. This did two things optimistically in succession: firstly it would deactivate the saber that the woman held thanks to the Cortosis within the fibers, next it also allowed him to continue his spin where he saw the barrel coming his way.

It wasn't the greatest sense of time though to do much, thus he simply dove to the side, landing on his shoulder to roll swiftly and fluidly back to his feet. Again this did something hopefully distracting: using the barrel that now flew towards the woman as cover, he yanked free a grenade from his Gun Belt and chucked it.

The pin came off on his Finger.

 

[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

There was something about fighting the good guys that Kiran always enjoyed.

Had he been fighting the Sith or anyone else less morally inclined this entire situation would likely have ended up with him getting shot several times in the stomach and then the head. Of course, because he indeed was fighting the good guys of the galaxy, they instead decided to talk. There was something beautiful in that, and if the person that was now standing in front of him survived what he was about to do to her, he would have to thank her on her death bed.

As soon as she came into view, as soon as she spoke and got within two meters of him, Kiran let his finger slip onto the trigger of his heavy blaster.

It would be such a small motion, such a subtle thing that anyone would be hard pressed to pick it up, but it did happen. His finger slipped onto the trigger, and with three successive squeezes he fired his blaster. Extremely high powered bolts flew down towards the woman, searing yellow screeching out from his blaster.

 

[Lucianus Adair]

Objective: B
Location: Orbital Defence Command Centre
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Silver Sanctum Coalition | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Gear: 2x Lightsabers | 2x Derriphan's Eye
Music: Bloodshed

No sooner had the way he occupied intersected with the main corridor had one half of the pair he sensed come to approach him. Only then did he feel out behind him to find a truth: not only had [member="Jared Ovmar"] not followed him... rather, the man had disappeared completely. Disappointing. The matter was set aside for later prodding, and eyes of ice in a depth of miles settled on the woman that blocked his path, with her lithe body and cordial speech. One brow crept upward, his mouth long since having assumed a thin line.

"Now we have," he said, his voice brusque in that moment, lightening in the next, "and I only lack your name, as you do mine."

He stood where he had stopped upon encountering her, his stance simple and sturdy, firmly rooted in place. No weapon took up either of his hands, not as of yet, and such would not be the case until there was necessity for it. There were other ways, as he had proven time and time again.

"Some cultures believe a name holds power and take great care as to whom they impart it to," an interesting yet ultimately ridiculous belief he had come across during his yearly studies at the Celebratus Archive as a boy and teen, "thus, I shall understand if you wish not to give me yours," he continued, his lips curving up in a slow way, "all the more reason to pull it from you, should that be the case."

And he waved it all off, as if it were no matter.

"Nonesense, at any rate. I am Lucianus Adair, formerly of the now-defunct Fringe Confederacy," and his mouth assumed that line once again, "now, I would know yours so that we may dispense with the prattle of pleasantries, and get to 'discussing' the egregious mistake your kind has made in ever setting foot on this land."

 

[Isar]

Objective: A, Sith Citadel
Location: Shambles of a building
Allies: Primeval | [member="Adekos"]
Enemies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Romeo Sin"]
Gear: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/56935-totem-of-the-gorax/]Totem of the Familiar | Totem of the Elemental | Chain-Whip Lightsaber | Gauntlets of the Golden One


"Woa-woah...oh."

Warok was nearly torn off-balance by a Force pull from the newest arrival to the fray, but the man seemed to break off the attack at the last moment in favor of attempting to save his companion from feeling the full voltage of the Dark Side. Before Warok could do much more, a blinding flare of white light exploded within the building. The Ewok clapped his hands over his ears and shut his eyes tightly, swaying woozily.

The large room was full of combatants as the Gulandi warriors still engaged the Drakons. As such, the flash bang hadn't exacted quite the effect it was intended to elicit. Regardless, when Warok opened his eyes motes of light swam in his vision. Even half-blinded it was nearly impossible to miss the armored Mando who simply waltzed into the room in the middle of the firefight.

Hey, didn't he look familiar. Ah yes, the one who'd slain his Gorax. Warok decided he definitely didn't like him. Before the Mando had finished uttering his taunt, Warok had crossed the distance between them in a burst of inhuman speed and launched a gauntleted punch directly for the fellow's stomach. Warok didn't care that it was shielded by what was probably mandalorian iron. All the armor did was prevent projectiles from ventilating the man. It didn't stop the kinetic energy imparted from the shockwave generators inside the gauntlets. A single punch could shatter boulders. Mitigated by the armor, it could probably break a few ribs and possibly rupture an organ.

Personally, Warok was keeping his fingers crossed for a burst organ. He'd spent a lot of time binding that Gorax to his totem, all so this Mando could jetpack in and shoot it in the skull with a crossbow bolt. He wanted his pound of flesh.

 

[George O Rourke]

Objective: B - Defending Orbital Defence Command Center
Location: Defending the entrance of the Compound.
Allies: Silver Jedi Order
Enemy: Primeval
Equipment: Jedi Robes, twin lightsabers (Green, Blue)

As George returned to soldiers he uttered orders like a master. "Stay prepared, there will be more coming. I'll stay here and defend with you."
"Yes Master Jedi" Was bellowed from the six remaning soldiers unanimously.
The invasion was in full swing and majority of the soldiers had moved out meet the enemy head on. Although they were out in front some of the enemy managed to avoid them. George waited in the middle of the soldiers hands on his hips close to his lightsabers. Although being a very new Padawan his Master had taught him how to handle his blade. George was able to defend both Melee and ranged units giving him a good advantage in his current position.

George kept his eyes on the battlefield waiting for enemies or even allies to come up towards the entrance. As George scoped out the vast area in front of the entrance he spotted some enemy soldiers incoming. He counted 8, wait no 10. A small squad of soldiers was incoming.
"Ready soldiers the enemy is upon us. They will not bend, they will not break. We must make them surrender." George revved up the troops and prepared them for battle. The troops cheered as they set them selves up against the incoming enemy.

It seemed the enemy were carry stand issue armour and blasters. Ranged fight it is then. George though to himself as he gripped the hilt of his lightsaber and removed it from his belt. Igniting the blue blade before him he stood prepared. As the enemy came into range the allied troops opened fire and the enemy returned. Blaster bolts had came at George just like at training. He settled himself into a Form I Shii-Cho stance before the volley of blaster fire had reached him. He had to be careful of the allied troops that no blaster bolts deflect and injure his men. The first few blaster bolts George managed to evade without the use of his saber. Standing behind a barrier much like the troops around him he waited and defended for some time blocking blaster fire as the enemy used the gates for cover. We had the advantage, higher ground and a clear site into the open entrance. The enemy had the numbers be we had the ground. It was going to be an intense fight.

As George continued deflecting the blaster fire back in the direction they came from he noticed they were using the gates for cover and that they had no visual whilst behind cover.
"Focus fire, push them back into cover." George bellowed over the gunfire. The troops did just that, firing at the enemy pushing them back into cover. At this stage George had moved, he was no longer behind the barrier but now moving around behind the troopers towards the gates where he could launch a melee attack. The troopers held them down but he was running out of time. By now the soldier had seen the missing Jedi and knew there was a problem. They began moving forwards into the compound. The troops were being pushed back and were on the back foot. However unbeknown to the soldiers George was about to flank them as they entered the compound. George sensing the location of the enemy waited for them with his blade extinguished to ensure his location was hidden. As two of the soldiers came into his eye sight. George leaped into battle igniting his blade slicing the unknowing soldier in two. Both fell to the ground and his position was revealed. Two down eight to go. The troopers stepped back up firing at the soldiers. They were practically surrounded between the troopers and George leaving them nowhere to hide. George continued to walk forwards deflecting blaster fire in all directions. The troopers managed to hit two more of the soldier leaving only six. The tables had turned, we had the numbers and the ground now. It was just a matter of time before they were wiped out. George moved within a few meters of another two soldiers. Dodging bolts and swiping at their blasters George managed to slice both blaster into oblivion. And the two soldiers fell to the ground. At this time George released his other lightsaber from his belt for the first time he had ignited both of his lightsabers. Holding both at the throat of the soldiers below the troopers moved. The enemy had surrendered. With nothing left to give the soldiers dropped their arms and surrendered. It was a surprising sight even for George but one he was happy with. With no where in the center to store prisioners George made the decision to let them flee. Without their weapons of course.
"Let them leave, we have no where for prisoners, take their weapons and let them flee." George said with authority. The trooper watched as the enemy flee back to where they came from.
"This is a victory for us men. But be sure that it is not over yet. There will be more coming." George spoke as he moved back into position waiting for more if any enemy combatants to come through.