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

[Mishk]

Objective A
Location: Inside walls
Allies: primevil, [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
Enemies: Silver coalition, [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Gear: A pointy stick

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The dark dim curtain was lowering itself over Mishk as he laid there, he tried to focus, tried to remain a good friend. But friendship was about helping each other and be there. Just like Mishk was there when his beloved master wanted to hear him scream and twist in pain. Was he.. a bad friend now...? the darkness was there to embrace him, his tiny body struggling against it at all odds.

As a wasp crawled across his face it passed his sharpened teeth and mocked him. Mishks eyes flared.

No! He was the best of friends! he hated them all for trying to wrest him from the majestic perfection that was [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

With a dry hiss he pulled and tugged with his sick mind, finding the support of a soaking sludge that crawled into his mouth, reenergizing his fatigued and broken body to a small extent but foremost mending his wounded mind. He had been given time.

As he slowly crawled back, almost reaching the top of the endless well he had been cast into.

there, as his skeltal like hand reached for something to pull himself out of the well he sensed the sickened presence of his deranged master. The head of a red eyed black Cobra reached out its head over the edge of the well. Mishk knew it would hurt him. He knew its venom would spread throughout his body and end up paralysing his heart.

"Thank you..." he whispered and closed his eyes. The serpent struck, its mouths wide open it swalloed Mishks entire arm, its head ending on the dark jawas shoulder, red eyes gleaming toward him. Mishk welcomed the kiss and allowed it to do whatever was necessary. With a long flowing motion the body of the serpent snapped back, pulling Mishk up into the air far above the endless well. From up there Mishk started to hear the battle again, screams, fear, sorrow, hate...

There was a warmth in the body he was placed upon. He loved it. It started to kil him. This was true happiness.

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He opened his eyes, clawing his nails into the skin of [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
There situated on the upper back of the hutt Mishk became aware of the surroundings again and panicked as he realized his master was severely hurt.

"Master! Mishk isss here!" he shrieked and using his claws he climbed inches higher looking over the hutts huge shoulder. There she was, the object of their combined hatred. [member="Taeli Raaf"]
He allowed himself to become fully imbued with the presence and will of his master. the hate, the pure hate. It was almost incomprehensible - his generous master did not want to be friend with the jedi anymore. He wanted her dead. Mishk roared a terrible dark mist, embracing him and his master, unified, in a sense they formed the darkest and purest evil form of the dark side. Nothing but sheer and utter disdainful hate spewing forth from the sickened melded bodies.

The buzz tore Mishks cheeks open into an unnatural wide grin, jaws unlocking, flesh being torn from his lips and face as the strongest swarm he could muster of deadly wasps flew through his mouth and toward [member="Taeli Raaf"]

Spoiler

Mishks body is broken but he is game with his mind as long as Zambrano carries him.
Trying to inflict pain and panic - having his wasps (the force) crawl all over Taeli getting into clothes and cracks in armor.

 

[Keira Priest]

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

Jedi. Why everyone chose that label for her out of all of them was an oddity by itself. Of all the sects one could belong to in the galaxy, others always seemed fond of painting her with that particular brush. If there was one she was less suited to bear, Keira had yet to find it. Never had she been close to any sort of traditional peacekeeper, and her idea of going about things, however righteous the cause, were always the opposite of traditional. "If you think I'm a Jedi, then you must not have had many role models to choose from in your life." Sure, she had been one, once upon a time, but that seemed as if it had been a different lifetime altogether. Now, well, now she wasn't certain what or who she was. Not yet, at least. But one thing she knew without a doubt was that she wasn't any kind of Jedi.

The reception received from her attempt to make some sort of connection decided just how the rest of this encounter was going to progress. And if the words spoken by the other woman were any indicator, things were only going to descent further into violence. At this point, however, she was content with this sort of clash. It would give her a chance to demonstrate not only that she wasn't any sort of Jedi, but that she could match the woman blow for blow and still remain standing at the end of the day. The both of them were equally stubborn, and neither would back down until they were quite literally staring death in the face. This was a road she had walked down time and time before, and this time wouldn't be any different. If anything, near-death was an old friend of hers. But this time she didn't intend to become quite so reacquainted.

No move was made to deter the woman from retrieving her weapon, and she merely allowed her to progress without comment or any sort of intervention. It wasn't the smartest decision, undoubtedly, but never had she backed down from any sort of fight. Any challenge was welcomed, even if it would result in her further injury. Her broken rib was all but forgotten at this point, though all it would take to remind her was a movement made too quickly and a strike that was a shade too powerful. Her attention was narrow, focused intently on the other woman and the saber she was bent on regaining. Whatever outside influence manifested itself would be promptly ignored, as she was more intent on meeting whatever challenge was offered than doing what was expected of her, which was likely manifesting herself as some sort of positive influence.

"You overestimate yourself. I'm not any sort of Jedi, and I think you'll find that I don't fight like one either. Unlike them, I won't hesitate to kill." A half-smile. "Unlike them, I don't value your life. You're just another obstacle." There it was, her old arrogance manifesting itself in a potent manner not unlike it had in times previous. If there was one thing the two could match each other in, it was an overconfidence in their own ability. And just like the other, neither likely recognized that they were overstepping the boundaries of what power they were in possession of. Spinning her blade twice, she allowed the tip to drift in the direction of the other woman's throat, yet another taunt. This was just another fight to the death, but it was one that would have the largest impact on both of their lives, for better or worse.

 

[Kana Truden]

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

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  Lightsaber (Blue)
  
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  Lumen Mk. I (Concealed)
  

Then came the grin. The other girl was alright, blind, but alright. It was that attitude, Kana could respect someone that believed in themselves to the same degree as this other woman was. The smirk on the non-Jedi’s lips as she talked about the ‘value’ to the former Councilor’s life amused Kana. Had she herself ever thought it something that contained value in the first place, perhaps she would have taken offense, but she didn’t and she never had. It wasn’t even the jedi training speaking, that had always been her mindset.

“Cute.” Kana snickered before the grin was wiped from her face. “I guess this means that we at the very least share that sentiment.”

Kana’s hand extended itself for her saber and with a gentle pull it finally found it’s way back into her hands. She flicked it on and pointed it to the ground. Both hands on her hilt she looked to the younger woman as if she wasn’t even remotely impressed by some sort of taunt to slash at her throat. No, Kana merely backed off. This fight was about to get interesting. After all, she had lost so many times before without ever walking out with a decisive victory.

Perhaps today things would be different.

Or perhaps not.

She would give it to the count of three as she let the silence hang between the two combatants. Off in the distance the thunder of war called out like an alarming reminder of where they were. Kana took a deep breath and raised her saber to point it at the skies. The countdown began.

Three.

Two.

One.

Without saying a word Kana set off in a sprint for the woman. Her blunt blade went low as she tried to sweep the legs again. Passing her by she quickly turned around and immediately followed it up with a push in the hopes of sending her opponent flying, should she have jumped to avoid her attack.

If not, well, she’d have to think of that later. Now was the time for the Non-Jedi to act.

 

[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

Just like on Ruusan, the two stared at each other as one realized the other had played a trick on her. Similar, yet very different. The stakes were very different. He was more invested in the outcome. It had developed into something more than a manipulating scheme to damage the Jedi. This was personal.

He felt her rage. Though it was directed at him, it was a satisfying thing to feel her get so in touch with her true self. It was a move in the right direction. He would nurture that fury as best he could, for step by step it would lead her closer to him. Pyrrhus had expected her to either return with fury, or with relief that he was still alive. What he got was a mix. Though he relished her anger, it was hard to be disappointed when it was replaced with relief. There was no hate, at least not yet.

While the conflict within him was great - he took no pleasure from the sight of her tears - he had a hunch hers was greater. Was she considering it? There was much she would be leaving behind. Bonds broken, oaths forsaken. Yet in the Sith's mind, he truly believed that what she stood to gain was so much greater. While the desire of claiming a Jedi, and turning her into his pet, to be used against her former order was great, it was not what he had in mind for Setzi.

The brunette was walking towards him now, and so he started walking towards her as well. His eyes never left hers. Her weapons were placed back on her belt, though for all he knew, this could be her illusion, before she in the blink of an eye drew her weapon and fired at him. Still, he walked. Still, he did not draw his weapon. This was her moment, her chance. She needed to make the decision, if he would become her enemy or her ally. The Knight was capable of becoming both. Pyrrhus would continue to walk towards her, only stopping when the distance between them was minimal. He pushed aside that voice in his mind that screamed out the flaws of his defence, how exposed he left himself. This one time, he would let it happen, and let the Force decide his fate. She had a way of getting past his defences.

"I don't wish to drain you of your power. I want to give it to you. Think of how powerful you could become. Join me. Not as my slave or servant. Become my queen." He did not wish to empty her vessel, he wanted to fill it (giggety). There was a future for her with the Sith, if she so desired. There was a future on Glee Anselm, if she was willing to take the leap, and descend into darkness with the Knight.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Objective - A
Location - Plaza if Citadel
Allies: [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: [member="Adekos"] [member="Warok the Defiler"]

The Vahla's victory was short lived as lighting coursed through his body slinging him backwards and causing him to convulse as his stung his sensory nodes. Burnt flesh arised in the air to fill Romeo's nostrils, as he clung tight to his two weapons. His body slowly relaxed, but he still laid on the ground, this was not the first time he had been hit by this kind of attack. He should have been prepared. Somewhere, Aedan had got into the fight, and something bright filled the room. Screams, and more blaster fire entered his ear. As Romeo came back up from the attack, he was now farther away from the Sith, nearly outside the door. He turned his weapons off, and placed them back on his belt. Dropping back onto his knees, he began to meditate.

The dark side coiled around his body as he did so, whispering all the great pains, and suffering around him, fueling him. Luckly the Phrik armor had absorbed some of the attack, otherwise something would be numb right now. Romeo's mind reached out, and slithered into Adekos' whether, the man had not erected a barrier for mental attacks, probably cause he didn't realize Romeo had those kinds of abilities. His was a very specific ability. All Romeo was doing now, was inflicting the feeling of one being sliced in half by a light saber, a feeling Romeo understood. He pressed the sinching feeling of the flesh being burned, the loss of organ functions as they were destroyed, and finally, the feeling of falling backwards because your lower half was no longer attached to the upper half. The pain was fake, but his body would feel it as real if the attack broke into his mind.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Objective: Objective B (B is for Boys and their toys…)
Location: Orbital Defence Command Centre
Allies: The Force
Enemies: [member="Damien Daemon"]
Gear: Lightsaber, shoto and Jedi Shade Robes
Theme: Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh

Spoiler

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

You win some and you lose some. Corvus made impact with the man in front of her but he was clearly wearing armour, as her saber simply singed the material — although the force of the blows suggested he’d feel the impact in the morning.

But the successes came at a price. The second successful blow meant her saber was now redundant - it shorted out, so she clipped it to her belt as he span to deal with the oncoming barrel.

He rolled and disappeared from view — using the barrel as cover and she saw a grenade immediately come from his direction, albeit she didn’t see him throw it.

Her reaction was typical — sometimes simple and basic was all that was required. She’d lost count of the number of Padawan’s she’d taught Force Barrier too — and the priceless lesson was that it wasn’t just for keeping things out — it also helped keep things in.

So she threw up a simple domed Barrier over the man, barrel and grenade. It was invisible to the naked eye. Would it survive the grenade blast? Probably not, but it didn’t need to. Enough of the force and shrapnel would be held within the Force bubble to ensure that her adversary would face the brunt of the explosion as it rebounded on him.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: A - 360 No Scope this Scrub
Location: The Sith Citadel
Allies: Primeval | [member="Warok the Defiler"]
Enemies: Silver Jedi & Company | [member="Romeo Sin"] | [member="Aedan Miles"]
Gear: The Soulsaber | Obsidian Armor | The Gulandi Friendship Brigade

Adekos watched with no small measure of satisfaction as his opponent took the brunt of his electrical attack, sailing across the room. Somewhere in the background a similarly ugly little girl dropped down from the ceiling with a lightsaber pike to do battle with the galaxy's favorite Ewok shaman. This was of little relevance to Adekos, who ignored the purple-haired trollop's garbled "bro" speech in favor of marching forward to where Romeo had fallen. He had gone quite some distance. Amusing, really. Even more so as Adekos watched him slowly get to his feet, clip both lightsabers to his belt, and then kneel down to meditate. This actually caused Adekos enough confusion that he physically stopped in his tracks, leaving a few feet in between him and his kneeling opponent.

The Umbaran cocked his head to the side, perplexed by the display. "...What?"

An answer came quickly enough when he felt something stab into his gut. Hot, searing pain, like a lightsaber. Adekos gasped and his free-hand momentarily covered his gut- as if to keep his innards from spilling out after his sudden impalement. Had he been stabbed in the back? Was this some clever ruse? The battlemind afforded to him by the Soulsaber enabled him to think with great clarity, even despite his searing pain. He glanced downward. Where there should have been a lightsaber poking out of him, there was nothing. Empty space. He growled. Adekos was no stranger to tampering with the minds and perceptions of others. He knew this for what it was. Some ploy to bring him to the brink of madness or otherwise incapacitate him by making him think he'd been wounded. In a way, it had worked. Even if he knew the pain was "fake," it still felt every bit as real. Some small part of him demanded he stay right where he was. If he walked any farther, his organs would fall out from under him.

Fortunately, this Umbaran had his own fair share of tricks up his sleeve. Literally, and far more tangible. His free hand came away from his decidedly in-tact gut and he pointed his arm at the kneeling, meditating Romeo Sin. A good move on his part, but one that left him so ridiculously vulnerable to ranged attacks it was almost laughable. Adekos' suit of Obsidian Armor held a built in wrist-blaster, though not just any wrist blaster would do. The AI-Wrist Blaster was the blaster of choice for associates of the Obsidian Order, like Adekos. Largely because it also had a Ssi-Ruuvi Ion Paddle Beamer built into it.

Using his helmet's HUD to help guide his aim, Adekos squeezed off a single shot. A single, thin Ion beam sprung forth on a direct collision course for Romeo's head. Ion Paddle Beamers were no joke. It was purported they could pass directly through conventional shields and armor. Unconsciousness often resulted from a direct hit, but a glancing blow could render the afflicted area numb. But given that Romeo Sin had fallen to his knees for the second time today and was focusing himself wholly into the Force, a glancing blow was somewhat... Unlikely.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

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

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MC8QcaMMVQE[/youtube]​

How Setzi had gotten to this place emotionally was beyond her comprehension. But here they were, standing on Ziost at a crossroads. Somehow between Selvaris and this frozen, grey planet her desire had built to a point where, now to see Tanek again, there was no turning back. Perhaps if time had passed between them her longing and fascination would have subsided by now.

She reached out with the Force to find Chastity, but she could no longer sense her sister's presence anywhere on the planet. The fellow padawan was… gone. No trace of her.

She was dead, wasn’t she?

Setzi bit her lip so hard that she drew blood, and put her hand over her mouth, holding back more tears. Hope had fled, and she felt more alone than ever.

The Silver Jedi Padawan didn’t want to turn to the darkside. She was still terrified by the Sith in general, compared their magic to deviltry and witchcraft. But the Sith Knight that she had known was nothing like the stereotype she had in her head. He had been inquisitive, helpful and tender. Her time with Darth Pyrrhus above the atmosphere of Selvis had shattered all of her preconceived notions of what it meant to be a darksider.

Or else he had just manipulated her, shown her a convincing imitation of what she wanted to see? Was the underbelly below all of that armor, musculature and tribal markings, hideous and evil? It was hard for her to believe that it was. Furthermore, Setzi did not long for unwavering power or immortality. But she did desire to be side by side with her Togruta lover. She had heard warnings of how desire was a path to the darkside, but how could this fascination be a bad thing? Surely Jedi were allowed to crave, and at times, to love.

Wasn’t this the same thing?

It was so much easier to act than to think right now. Her confusion giving way to acceptance, she nodded her head and took his red-skinned hand into her pale one, her slender fingers squeezing tight.

When offered her power she said, “I don’t want power, Tanek. But I do want to go with you to Glee Anselm.”

What she wanted was an escape from the constant internal struggle that was taking place inside of her, and like a long drink of poisoned wine, he offered her that sweet release.

 

[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/HMUDVMiITOU

Suddenly, mid throw, the grenade bounced off of seemingly nothing - a Barrier! Damien realized instantly. Reacting with the swiftest motions he could, he reached out with the Force to nudge the barrel, which allowed the grenade to slip inside the opening of the top.

Then, spinning on his heel, he threw up a Force Barrier behind himself - however this was a technique he had only used three to four times before. Thus he also used his back as protection.

When the explosion next came, the severely dented and destroyed barrel flew at him in pieces. The first hit his Barrier and simply fell to the ground, then two more came to bash against it again. This time though the barrier wavered and he was struck by the second smaller piece.

Still though the effect was noticeable. Dropping to a knee he groaned, it was like getting hit with a slugthrower! Sure the suit protected from being pierced, but the explosive energy was still there. He paused a second to catch his breath.

Then, rising from knees, he turned to gaze the woman. Seeing as she couldn't through the smoke and debris of such a blast, he imagined she lowered the Barrier to investigate...plus a large concussive force had detonated...yeah it was probably gone...

Reaching out to the Force, alongside his dual Talismans of Concentration, he began to beef up his muscles more than he had ever done. When he finally lunged forward towards his opponent, he kicked a massive hole into the ground when he flew.

Bringing his saber into an overhead position, he awaited the moment to bring it down in a cleave that would slice through the woman if the gods were willing.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Objective: Objective B (B is for Blinded by the Light)
Location: Orbital Defence Command Centre
Allies: The Force
Enemies: [member="Damien Daemon"]
Gear: Shoto and Jedi Shade Robes
Theme: Revved up like a deuce, Another runner in the night

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcWVL4B-4pI

As the Barrier absorbed much of the blast, Corvus allowed it to evaporate, and the smoke and dust cleared to reveal the man running at her with extreme power and speed.

Her reaction was instinctive as he came at her brandishing his saber.

"I rest in the Light-side of the Force…that is my power…"

Force Light was a very specific Ability. When used against a Dark-sider, the Force Light would weaken or even their temporarily sever the connection to the Force. She raised her hand the moment he emerged from his position. White light coalesced around her fingers and then leaped towards the oncoming man. Thin tendrils of white light surrounded him — effectively stopping the man accessing the Force.

And of course the saber was a weapon the Force was used to control. With at best a fraction of his power to draw on, Corvus was unsure if he’d even be able to wield the weapon effectively, but her shoto snapped into her other hand as it instinctively moved into a position to parry the powerful blow she had to assume he would still be able to unleash.

 

[Thessa Kai]

Objective: B
Location: date night in the woods
Allies: [member="Judah Dashiell"]
Punks: [member="Kiran Vess"]

"Feth," the curse left her lips (good thing Makai didn't know about Mommy's dirty mouth) as the plasma bolt left the guy's gun. The tree she was peeking behind saved her life as she dove and flattened herself on the ground. Well, her light armor beneath the flight jacket also saved her life.

Splinters rained down on her flattened body and she felt a wave of heat sear just above her back. Grimacing at the small pieces of wood lodged into the exposed parts of her scale-speckled skin, she used the adrenaline pumping through her system to roll to a fast crouch. The barrel of her MK2 bolter peeked out of the dense bush as her finger squeezed off a cryo-round straight at the slick-summagun-full-of-lies.

If he didn't move he was about to get frozen solid. If he moved but didn't move fast and far enough, he would get a healthy serving of frost bite. After the round was shot, the mermaid quickly crawled further behind a new tree and some rocks. She yelled to Judah, voice laced with pain.

"If you have a clear shot, take it!"

 

[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/I_e3G3X-CYA

The moment the Light touched him, Damien switched tactics. With the energy he held, having eaten the Soup of an entire town, combined with his Talismans of Concentration, there was only so much a hastily conjured Force Light could block. Yet it would severely diminish his plans!


Allowing his momentum to carry him to a diagonal dive, as he rolled back his feet he clipped the hilt of Kalligs Scorching Saber to his belt, gripped the pommel of Tantibus and drew forth the blade. The moment the metal began to inch free of its scabbard, the effects of the powerful Force Fear would begin emanating.


To a master, it wouldn't be the same as a youngling; she likely would not turn tail screaming, but it would effect her in minor ways. Second guessing, over analyzing, minor mistakes, these all could be found with even the barest of Fear instilled, and could be the death of a fighter.


Returning to his charge, he carried the blade in a dual grip with the blade dragging in the dirt beside him. As he ran forward, he continued using what little energy he could pull from his own reserves, that of his Talismans of Concentration, then also began to finally acknowledge the two dozen Spirits bound to him. Drawing from them as well, though nowhere as effective as if he had his full faculties, made his muscles continue to flow with Force energies.


When he neared the woman, he swung the blade upward in a blow that would move from right hip to left clavicle. It also held more strength and speed than had he used the blade without Force Enhancements.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

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






His presence had been known to her long before he had appeared before her eyes. Coci stood and faced the man, her countenance strong as she lifted her head only to fix her eyes to his. "Why pulling from someone that which would be given freely? The first course of action is to violence is so uncivilised. You don't appear to be that?", she refers to her name. "I am Coci Heavenshield of the new Silver Sanctum Coalition", she bowed her head as she would do on any introduction, she is not so arrogant to undermine any foe nor to take them lightly in action, to do so is folly.

"If you wish for a 'discussion', so be it. But I am unclear as to who has made the mistake, Mister Adair. After all it is you and your allies that have deemed this 'visit' .. uninvited. It is also my understanding that you and your allies believe this planet is rightfully yours, a second mistake it seems". Coci stood still, nothing moving save her senses through the force which curled around her and through her body, ready for anything this man might issue toward her.

"This planet belongs to no one. Not the Primevals, not us .. no one. It belongs to itself. Foolish are men that believe otherwise, for it will take you in the end and return you to the dirt from whence you came. The darkness here is strong, anyone can feel it and for that alone it needs protection, but from you? You seem like a educated man, an intelligent man Mister Adair, I believe you understand that is darkness will consume you, and will rid you of yourself eventually regardless of all the tricks. As I am sure you understand the power of the lightside of the Force, I doubt you are one of those that wallow in darkness believing that that is the ultimate power, that the lightside is weak and only for the weak, that would disappoint me if you did. So tell me .. why do you think these lands belong to you?".

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Objective : B
Location : Woodland Date Night
Allies : [member="Thessa Kai"]
Enemies : [member="Kiran Vess"]



Blaster fire erupted in the woodland setting, causing bark and debris to shower over their general location. His wife was getting shot at and Judah preferred not to be a single father in the near future. Yet he had to make a wider swath to avoid the cyro-shots Thessa was firing off. Judah was figuring if they divided themselves up just slightly, it would be harder for the imposter to focus on hitting both of them.


He had made his way around to flank the other side of their imposter, leaving Thessa diagonally across from him. Judah would have to worry about the potential of crossfire, but it was a slight risk in his mind, especially if one of them was able to move about while their enemy was engaged otherwise.


Judah was already firing before Thessa said anything though, a volley of angry-red blaster bolts aimed straight for the armor-clad person.

 

[Keira Priest]

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

Old habits die hard. And for Keira, old habits meant jumping to avoid attacks that could otherwise be easily sidestepped. Acrobatics were something she exploited, sometimes to her own disadvantage. As for the dying part, well, she didn't want to think about that. Not in the literal sense, at least. When the blade came towards her feet for the second time (wasn't that attack getting old by now?) she leapt once more, grunting in pain when the telekinetic pulse connected with her midsection, sending her flying backwards. Only through her own manipulation of the Force did she manage not to further exacerbate any injuries. Landing on her feet in a crouch and sliding back a few feet, she shook her head once to clear it, pushing herself to her feet. Diavl. At least she'd managed to land on her feet.

An easy smile found her lips, one that was altogether careless despite the dangers of the battlefield she stood on. She might have been fighting for something of the greater good, but that didn't mean she couldn't genuinely enjoy another fight. Half the fun was simply the buzz of adrenaline coursing through one's veins. The other was the actual combat, and being locked in a life-or-death struggle with another sentient. Maybe she wasn't supposed to enjoy it, given that she was attempting to turn over a new leaf, but there wouldn't be any convincing her otherwise. "You're unfocused. If you're going to use your anger in a fight, at least take care not to let it control you. Allow it to sharpen your senses, not dictate them. Take it from someone who's been doing it for three or four years." If the woman was going to be dark, she may as well do it right.

Taking a breath she allowed the exhale to hiss between her teeth, attempting to siphon the burning pain from her broken rib outwards with it. An entirely improvised technique, and one that was only marginally successful. But it was enough, at least to tide her over until the next strike inevitably connected with her form. "I'd like you to at least attempt to get creative. Doesn't it get boring trying the same attack over again? I'm always looking for originality." That same smile grew a touch more crooked, hailing to her Corellian heritage when it came to facets of her attitude. "You should at least tell me your name if you're going to try and keep killing me. I can go first, if it'll help you feel better. Name's Keira." Not that it would mean anything to her, unless she'd been particularly interested in those members of The Primeval and the criminal underworld previously.

Just as the other woman had done previously she darted towards her seemingly recklessly, shifting to the side just enough so that they wouldn't collide. In the seconds afterwards her blade flashed out towards her back, striking high then low before distancing herself once more. With any luck her attacks would catch the other off guard, though she wasn't expecting a former Jedi Master to succumb so easily. That would have been a surprise, not to mention a disappointment. There wasn't a point in remaining on the battlefield if she wasn't going to be offered a challenge. There was no real enjoyment in combat until both adversaries had pushed themselves beyond their limits and then some. That was the only way one further honed their skills to make an all the more deadly enemy, after all.

 

[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 found the sudden attack on his groin to be an unexpected thing. As her boot shot toward this vulnerable area he was forced to twist to the side, his leg coming across to try and cushion the blow. His blade was still locked with the Sith warriors and he couldn't extricate it quickly enough to attack, at least not immediately. As he turned his body to deal with the strike, Kian found her blow being pushed off course and striking him in the thigh. The armored robes he was wearing helped to cushion from the blow, but the force was such that he found himself reeling at the sudden strike. He would certainly have a bruise there tomorrow. Kian felt a menacing smile spread across his face. If the girl wished to use street fighting tactics....then so be it.

Kian may have been raised among the monks of Dorin and then trained among the Jedi, but in his work as a Shadow he had ventured into many a dangerous and shady place. Kian had fought dirty before and he wasn't about to let one dirty slight go without repercussions. Kian's weight wasn't ideal, with his saber extended, holding back the Sith's blade, and his right leg now crossed forward to defend his groin, he hadn't the balance to try and throw the girl. Instead, Kian went with what he had at his disposal. His forward momentum from the block went into a head butt. Kian threw his helmeted head forward. He didn't strike for the girls head, as that was helmeted, but rather attempted to drive the metal HUD mask at the girls more vulnerable throat, looking to land a blow on the soft flesh rather than the padded armor. With the girls leg wedged between his own, even if the strike didn't hit home he could at least hope for it driving her backwards and off balance. If by some luck he could knock the girl down, he might then be able to land a finishing blow.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: A
Location: Citadel
Enemies: [member="Kha'ro"]
Allies: [member="Hades Michae"]
Gear: Standard Robe and red blade Lightsaber

Vengeance smiled curling and bracing against the force push. He let it push him back and turned it into a back flip landing on his feet.

"That was pathetic Jedi." "That useless youngling put up more of a fight than that."

Vengeance laughed pushing forward. He reached out with his hand focusing through the force in an attempt to force choke the jedi as he continued to press forward closing the distance. His saber ignited and ready for action Vengeance twirled it by rotating his wrist.

The battle going on around him meant nothing. It was just background noise compared to adding this pitiful excuse of a Jedi to the growing collection of victories mounting under his feet.

"Time to die Jedi." "Your screams will be music to my ears."

 

[Boethiah]

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

All of that energy spun together in turbulence, pieces of earth stirred around in the motion as the force struck out with a mighty gust in the immediate direction of Anja. The witch had little time to react, maneuvers were pointless, it was far too quick--too powerful.

Mustering what magicks she could, Anja unleashed a storm of her own, a push against hers intended to resist her force with one of her own. She didn’t manage to completely thwart the attack, she merely broke it up and weakened the force set against her. The uncontrollable torrent split and hit her along the left side, tearing into the delicate bits of her armour and shattering the bolts that held her armguard in place; the device fell to the ground and the Host Lord stumbled back to catch her balance.

Taking shaky steps forward she regained composure, planting her boots into the displaced soil. Dreamweaver moved to its sheath, locking into place and no longer in hand. A throbbing pain was felt in her wrist, although no fracture the push did more damage than ruining a key component of her armour.

Empty of all conceivable emotions she walked forward slowly, ignorant of any dangers around her. The Umbaran’s silent steps were met with the whispery throb of her slow-beating heart. How this Jedi--master or otherwise--had endured thus far was commendable, a feat worthy of anyone’s admiration. As Anja continued to step forward she remained as stark as ever, there was no misplaced intention in the way she moved.

Closer yet, “I hold no contempt for you, Jedi. You fight well and I’m sure those around you are proud to have fought alongside you.” For this first time this fight she decided to speak more than a few words, in a tone greater than a delicate mutter. These were words with meaning.

“You will be judged within your own mind. I do not know what consequences will arise from this,” she stopped after walking a short distance closer to the Jedi. Once again magicks began to wrap around the Host Lord, Ziost breathed into her with its unrivaled wrath. Arms raised, her hands reached out and fingers maneuvered themselves delicately with precise movements.

It would only take a few seconds to take effect, and if it did the Jedi’s deepest fears would be experienced in unthinkable fashions; an entire lifetime of nightmares, terror, anxiety, and despair would be felt instantaneously until succumbed to oblivion. If lucky they may pass out before the final act, or if strong enough they may break free of its grasp before it’s too late.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Objective: Objective B (B is for Bonfire burning)
Location: Orbital Defence Command Centre
Allies: The Force
Enemies: [member="Damien Daemon"]
Gear: Shoto and Jedi Shade Robes
Theme: If you want me then you’re gonna have to chase me…

Spoiler

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

The Force was not an endless stream of power that could be called upon indefinitely, so Corvus always knew she had choices to make. If she had more time she would have demonstrated the miming of the large box analogy to illustrate her point – it was something her third Master showed her and she was often seen sharing the knowledge with Sith on the battlefield.

She could hold Force Light for a long period of time – but despite being a Master of many years, she could not expect to use other Abilities at the same time or to any degree of power. But what she had done so far should have had a significant effect. The Force Light would not only limit the man’s ability to call on the Force but it would simultaneously purge any Dark-side manifestations – quite literally diminishing their power or destroying them permanently.

If she could just keep him at bay for long enough, his Dark-sided paraphernalia should, in theory, become useless.

Except…

Why did that word have to be invented?

Except...something he used was escaping the Force Light aura that ought to be containing it. It felt like a Mind Trick – but knowing what it was and stopping its effects were two entirely different things. She’d chosen to allow her neo-cortex to connect to her limbic brain, so emotions were entirely possible – even if Force induced.

She began to feel…things. She’d never experienced fear since she was four, so the sensations were not ones she could readily explain or describe. She reflected on Silara and feelings of hopelessness at their situation and regret at not saving her started to play on her mind.

But she was a Master and not a Youngling – and recognised and sensed the Force at work. So she did what she had to do. Her positive emotions were instantly gone. Had she been connected to them, she would have felt regret. Instead she felt nothing. In time she would learn to use those emotions in battle as a beacon for the Light, but for now she was experienced enough to recognise she was a novice – and this was not a safe place to learn.

So the ‘durasteel wall’ went up. No doubt the Force was still having an effect on her limbic system but the cingulated gyrus would be firing messages to the outer part of her brain that would never reach their target. Her inner brain sensed fear but had no way of communicating to the part of her mind that controlled actions and so she was once more able to focus on the task in hand.

So she ceased Force Light and stood her ground, and when pushed against a wall, she did what we all do under the circumstances – she reverted to type. First her emotions were under lock and key. And now she used her shoto in her preferred form of Soresu. Quickness, cunning and patience were her watchwords now. She’d wait until he started to make mistakes due to frustration or fatigue. It was an involuntary decision – but one she would have gladly chosen had she known he had just called on talisman of concentration.

They were rarely used in battle due to the fact they caused extreme exhaustion following a successful use of a device – let alone two of them.

So she stood there, a shoto against a mighty sword. She was smart enough to never block – she always parried. No risk of broken bones and it always offered the opportunity to counter. And now she knew of his armour, she would be able to pick the spots to target where she’d do damage without affecting her blade. Exposed skin was always a good choice.

But that was for the future. For now she parried his mighty blow that came from her right hip to her left clavicle. Its power surprised her – but less so its speed – given her Teräs Käsi training. But the force of his blow meant she dropped her shoto during his follow-through and lost any chance of a quick counter. Instead she pulled the shoto back into her palm and re-entered Center of Being.

She was back in the ‘eye of the storm.’ Life was good...

 

[Hailey Sosis]

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

She was unsure how but he had caught her leg between his thighs, her kick did not quite make it. He then went to head butt her, so she leaned her head forward to protect herself and there helmets collided. She was dazed a little by it, and had knocked her out her rage. Though she was still in the fight, she then pushed up with her other leg and wrapped it round him. Then with all her weight leaned back, in order to unbalance him. As she leaned back she brought her lightsaber up to defend herself, and rocked a her body a little so she would end up on top, her favorite position. As it beats being underneath the person trying to kill you, as no one liked that positioned. She also was going to try cut him in two, as they fell down.