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

[Keira Priest]

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

"Hello to you too." With a raised eyebrow and a half-smile Keira looked to Connor as he arrived, already asking questions. No explanation was offered in the way of why she had called him here, but that remedied itself soon enough when the features of Kana altered to something that appeared altogether more natural. Still a woman she didn't explicitly recognize, though there was a vague familiarity present she couldn't quite shake. "Was it Kashyyyk or Ord Mirit?" The only two places she had faced off against Jedi, and the only locations she could imagine ever happening across the other. Never had she clashed with the other woman, to her knowledge, though that wasn't entirely her concern. There were far more interesting factors at play, including the interaction between the Jedi and former Jedi before her.

Stepping back, she was content to observe the two as they fought. Perhaps not the most ethical or respectable thing to do, but she had never concerned herself with what was the 'right thing to do'. If she had, nothing would have ever been accomplished in her life. "Trust me, I don't need him to deal with you. I could kill you with little issue." Perhaps not a threat she should have made, given that she was fighting alongside instead of against a Jedi, but she had no qualms with killing the woman in order to allow the two rogues a chance to get off-planet. "Of course, it's a bit hard to have any fun when you keep using the same attacks." Unpredictability was something to be consistently utilized, and it was something she had noted most Jedi lacking in. Unsurprising, given how their training functioned.

The strike Kana had utilized against Connor was a near mimic of how she had struck out against her minutes earlier. A part of her wanted to join the fray, insisting that taking the life of the fallen Jedi was the only way to remedy things. It was a tempting offer, and one she wanted and willed to take advantage of, if just to bring things to a far more permanent closure. This was how she herself had acted, in the past, something she was acutely aware of. After all, being confident in one's own ability was half of what went into winning. Overconfidence, however, was another matter, and that sort of arrogance was something she had become well acquainted with over the years. It had cost her an arm and nearly her life, and now had brought her back to the light. But still it persisted.

"Ah, hell." Instead of waiting for Connor's retaliation she attacked once more, blending both Ataru and Djem So into a fighting style that was moderately fast, compensating for what it lacked in speed in strength. It was a pidgin of saber forms that she had utilized countless times before, preferring it over anything orthodox in nature. It was that she often relied on to confuse an opponent, as it was something nigh unrecognizable to those that hadn't faced her in the past. The pace wasn't kept up for an extensively long amount of time, and just as she had done countless times before she broke away. Her gaze cut briefly to Connor, wherever he may have been, with a slight smirk. "If you're going to try and kill someone, you should at least make it a good show. I'm not so easily entertained."

 

[Nima Tann]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective: A, Death.
Location: Inside her head
Allies: ---
Enemies: Her own fears[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Gear: ---[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]
Theme:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZihzr-23ww

[SIZE=9pt]Her vision was slowly getting back to normal, her cheek touching to the cold snow below her. That meant her attack was successful but, at what cost? She didn't have any power left to fight. She continued to lay down on the cold, cold snow, hearing the footsteps in the thick snow, as the dark woman as she moved slowly towards her. She couldn't even look at her, she just wanted to sleep. Forget the pain she just endured minutes ago, from that disgusting insects eating her alive slowly. Continue to breathe, continue to breathe. The woman had her sword with her, maybe this was the end... Well, if it was... It was a good life that she's lived, a good, eventful life. As the woman raised her sword, she knew it was the end, closed her eyes and started to wait her punishment. She wasn't going to cry, she had no strength to cry. All of her strength went to the Force Push, but it wasn't that effective since the woman was still alive. But instead of killing Nima there, she talked. Really this time, no games, no lies. And she didn't even bother to finish the job, leaving it to her own mind. The worst part was, all of that was in her mind. She knew it, she couldn't do anything about it. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]And another pain followed her head. This time, she didn't even manage to block it. All she wanted was to end it all there. Maybe she would meet with her stepdad again. She missed him. All of the thoughts flying through her head, she let out a little smile, one last smile. And then, she felt a pressure on her throat, as if someone was squeezing it very hard. She couldn't breathe, wanted to break loose from the hands, tried to get out... Not like this... Not like this... She didn't even get a peaceful death, fate never loved her to grant her a peaceful death. Her eyes were full open now, but there were no one there. There was just smoke around her, and a pair of hands on her throat. She coughed, coughed and coughed. Nothing... Just nothing... The thoughts in her head started to get blurry, leaving her like everybody else. She tried to hold the hands, get them away from her throat. But no use. Her whole body was struggling to get out of this. But no use again... She wanted to shout, scream, but only a sound like a whisper was escaping her mouth... Struggling to breath, she started to feel like her strength was slowly fading away from her body. Was she dying?[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]The torture continued, she only had the strength to keep her eyes open. Tick, tock, tick, tock... No voice, nothing. Just... calm... peaceful. As if she was floating away, watching the whole thing happening to her. Cough, cough... Blood was escaping her mouth as she continued to cough... Her vision slowly getting all blurry, and at last, the last drop of pain she felt was gone. And then suddenly... everything was black. No cold, no pain, nothing... Her dying body was laying down on the snowy ground. No goodbyes... No happiness... She couldn’t hear her heart anymore, as if like her consciousness continued to watch her unconscious body from somewhere. It was she, and her thoughts now. Did she want someone to help her out?... Or was this the end she wanted for herself? [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]Was this the feeling that you feel when you die? Peaceful and calm?...[/SIZE]
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Everything stopped as the couple of minutes passed. She wasn't there anymore...
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[SIZE=9pt]-ICE POV-[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]He could see two more people coming to their help as the woman he was attacking just did some magic to him, his mind wanted to stay awake but something was telling him to sleep. He slowly regained his balance, no time to sleep and left the woman he was attacking since another person came to fight with her and he didn’t have a good condition to continue. Well now was the time to save his caretaker. She was lying there... she wasn’t moving. He ran towards her and licked her face. No movement. He barked, barked and barked until she woke up. She was sleeping right? He put his paws to her face, she always would wake up if he did this. But nothing. Nothing at all. She wasn’t moving. He whined, barked, tried to get someone’s attention. But both of the people who came to help was fighting. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=9pt]He continued to bark, surely someone would hear him...[/SIZE]
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She couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t.

[member="Valiens Nantaris"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Loxa Visl"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Objective: Objective B
Location: Orbital Defence Command Centre
Allies: The Force
Enemies: [member="Damien Daemon"]
Gear: Shoto and Jedi Shade Robes
Theme: Keep it simple

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lyG25Pc_yo

As the Dark Jedi Knight chose to use both a mental Force Ability and continue to fight in hand to hand combat, despite the imminent onset of what would be significant exhaustion — Corvus kept it simple.

She was using Teräs Käsi. So she’d been taught how to close her mind to the Sith and Dark Jedi, thus protecting herself from mental based attacks. If she needed to, she had a range of Abilities she could call on, including Art of the Small, but against a Knight, her Teräs Käsi training should suffice.

So as she sensed the attack, she simply shut up shop completely and allowed all of her focus to be on the hand to hand combat — surely another advantage to her. She wasn’t completing a complicated piece of Sith magic at the same time as having to fight an accomplished Soresu practitioner.

So she remained in Center of Being and once more chose not to block but to parry. This time she held the shoto firmly and simply guided his blade to the outside as his momentum carried it on its trajectory. Which allowed her the time to not only hit him with a quick counter, but to pick her spot. So she aimed for bare flesh — his hand in an attempt to injure him, which could surely only increase the pace at which the exhaustion would kick in.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OVNuhOoC3DY[/youtube]​

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Objective: Objective A - Assault the walls of the Citadel, and reclaim it for the Sith!
Location: On the wall, battling Thurion with muh swuord
Allies: The Primeval, and anyone assaulting the Citadel
Enemies: The Silver Sanctum Coalition (Whatever the hell that is), and my best buddy, best pal [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
Gear:

• Sith Armor
• Sith Runeblade
• Lightsaber

"Your tenacity is admirable, but pointless Heavenshield! It will never end." He sneered as he watched Thurion bind his blinded eyes with a scrap of cloth torn from his lightsaber, and for a moment he could smell the faint scent of Asha Seren. He scrunched his nose in disgust, "If you think some dead whore is going to guide you to victory, you're sadly mistaken." He hatefully breathed through clenched teeth, his eyes burning his hate, and his muscles now tensed for the renewed fight to come. His hands balled into fists, his knuckles turning white underneath the smoldering armor that covered them, and the darkness seemed to surge from his very being to mask his body in the hateful stench of violence. "I will show you what has become of your precious Asha, behold as I tear forth a rip in the fabric of reality, opening a window to the dreaded afterlife. Now gaze upon the darkness and depravity to which your woman is subjected to."

In reality the Sith Lord did not do exactly as he said he would do, but rather he extended his left hand forward in a caressing gesture to touch the mind of Thurion Heavenshield. He sought to invade and subject the mighty Half-Valkyri's mind to horrific visions concocted both from Kaine's own twisted imagination and from his very real experiences in the afterlife, dredging up fire and brimstone, tortured and death, all specifically aimed to show the Grandmaster of the Silver Jedi that his long dead master was being forever punished within the bowels of the metaphysical realm of damnation. Whether or not she was actually in the hellish nightmarescape that Kaine had gone to when he perished from the mortal land, it was impossible to actually say, but thanks to his powers of twisting the perceptions of others into pure madness he was able to craft an extremely realistic interpretation.

He attempted to use such illusions to trap Thurion within his own mind, boxing him in with the darkness he spewed forth from his being. All the while his devilish whispers would resonate across Thurion's mind, hissing treacherous thoughts and devious lies, all working to entrap the Jedi within a web of doubt and fear.

"You have already lost."

"You cannot succeed, your cause is hopeless."​

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"Your allies think you are weak."​

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"All of your friends are dead."

"Your allies will leave you behind."​

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"You do not have the strength to defeat him, you are too weak to carry on."​

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"Trust is your weakness."

"Hope is an illusion."​

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"IT WAS YOUR FAULT."​

 

[Isabella Denko]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the Temple
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Silver Sanctum Coalition ([member="Arrbi Betna"]) !?!?
Weapons: Good Looks, Charisma, Spells and a blaster (Picked up a beskad)

The Mandalorian's next words confused the girl even more. Why in the world did he care? In the back of her mind though Isabelle was happy he did care. He seemed to not want to win by default because she came ill prepared for a fight. If he did, he would have killed her by now because the big stick she knew wasn't going to help her much. It was still nice to have.

"Yes," she sighed lowering the stick some knowing if he wished to kill her he would have done so by now. "This is my first fight and I'm not very well trained either. "I..I was kinda just thrown into this." She finished closing her eyes slightly for a second before opening them back up to look at him. Isabella knew she wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know.

Her head tilled to the side slightly as he motioned for her to take the fallen weapon. Slowly and carefully Isabella moved towards the fallen weapon. Picking up the bloody weapon Isabella swung it around a few times in the air as she turned back to face him. The young girl was quite grateful that she hadn't passed out at the sight of blood.

"Are you going to show me how to use this?" She questioned blinking a few times at the Mandalorian still swinging the weapon around a bit.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the walls
Allies: Jedi/Silver Sanctum
Enemies: [member="Isabella Denko"]
Gear:

• Beskar Beskar'gam
• Dinu'ul
• Beskad
• Chaav'la Revolver w/ standard and Ori'shuk ammuntion
• Bodo Baas Gunbelt
• Taozin Amulet

Betna waited until she picked up the blade and loosened his sword arm with a few quick, circular motions.

"We never choose when conflict or war envelopes us," he started off after a moment. "If you don't know how to fight, you don't know how to survive."

He shifted into a defensive stance, dinu'ul shield before him and braced against his hand, elbow, and shoulder. The beskad was kept to his side, ready for use and glistening in the light.

"Attack me," he said simply. If it weren't for the screams of the wounded and dying all around, it would almost seem like a sparring match.

 

[Gwrtheyrn]

Objective: B
Location: At the gates of the Orbital Defense station.
Allies: Silver Jedi Order
Enemies: Primeval (Dueling [member="Kiber Dorn"])
Gear: Ashlas Mercy - force imbued greatsword, Firbolg 700 Anti Freak Handgun

Why would a warrior have to be acquainted with his foe before fighting him? Was there some form of Sith protocol that stated you must be formally introduced to a man before stabbing him in the back? Gwrtheyrn had absolutely no idea and was not really sure that he wanted to find out.

His opponent was also displaying a lack of crazed screaming , frothing at the mouth and attempting to rip out the maelibi's windpipe with his teeth. So perhaps the drugs that he had inhaled were of some other variety. Yes that made sense. His opponent was spouting off what sounded like utter nonsense but then again those who partook in the psychedelics used by shamans and druids the poets kind often did.

In that case he needed to watch out for a sorcerous attack as the Siths senses were probably even now questing through realms beyond mortal ken in hopes of drawing something eldritch into the material plane that wanted nothing more than to state its sinister hunger with Jedi flesh.

The sorcerers banter was clearly a play for time. Something that Gwrtheyrn did not wish to let the miscreant have. Diverting his attention from the banter the Silver Jedi swung again - this time a feint using the flat of his blade. The hit would probably go wild but the debris behind Kiber would levitate into the air before striking at his opponent at high speed. None of the chunks were particularly large but they should be able to do some damage even through the mans artificial back armor.

 

[Isabella Denko]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the Temple
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Silver Sanctum Coalition ([member="Arrbi Betna"]) !?!?
Weapons: Good Looks, Charisma, Spells and a blaster (Picked up a beskad)

She had her head stuck in books and her studies for most of her life. There were always people around her to protect her so the thought of needing to protect herself never really came up. She had guards always or used to. Isabella knew in the back of her mind that coming here really had been a terrible idea. It was a spur of the moment plan as she had wanted to help out. The young woman was in no way equip for battle.

"I have always had guards. There was no need for me to learn to fight. It seemed at the time a waste of my time to learn but perhaps I was wrong." She stated looking down to the blood stain sword for a moment before looking back up at him. Isabella wished to inquire why he was being kind and teaching her but decided not to. It was best to leave it as it was and just be grateful.

Holding the sword up she ran towards him and went to strike him at a right angle. He had told her to try to hit him and Isabella was not about to disappoint but give it all she had.

 

[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: Elimination VIP

The corners of his mouth dipped.

"Putting words in my mouth, Jedi Heavenshield? Tsk, tsk," the associated sound marked that ticking admonishment, "To assume I share beliefs with cultists and zealots? Shame on you." The frown deepened, his prior words carrying the faint whiff of a growl, "Ziost, as you say, belongs to itself. The mistake lies with the line of thought wherein Jedi believe it possible for themselves to control a world so consumed with the darkness without it controlling them. I merely recognize what a significant risk it is to your soul to be here; wearing the mantle of Jedi, you are ill-equipped to use the well of power in this place."

And the thin line resumed. Most would have begun to pace by now - he was not most.

"To say, you come here already at a disadvantage, and to what end? How many of your own can say they remain pure after a fair length of exposure to this place? Indeed, you have gauged my intellect correctly - some Jedi are not weak..."

His upper lip rippled in a ghosting sneer.

"...but most are foolish..."

Hard, glacial eyes became slits. The hilt of one lightsaber dropped into his right hand.

"...and I do not suffer fools lightly, Master Heavenshield. I would like to believe you are not one of them; leave before it is too late."

Snap-hissssss....

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the walls
Allies: Jedi/Silver Sanctum
Enemies: [member="Isabella Denko"]
Gear:

• Beskar Beskar'gam
• Dinu'ul
• Beskad
• Chaav'la Revolver w/ standard and Ori'shuk ammuntion
• Bodo Baas Gunbelt
• Taozin Amulet

Betna listened and waited patiently until she was finished.

"Guards will not always be around to protect you," he said, his voice deadpan through the external comms. "Learn to fight and survive, or you will die on the battlefield."

When she struck, took the blow on the Dinu'ul and felt the shock through his arm and into his shoulder. Grunting silently, he had to admit that she had some strength to her that he wasn't fully expecting.

He shifted his weight forward and shoved hard with the shield to the side in an attempt to shift her blade to his left and out of play for a moment. Following this, he lunged forward with his helmet towards his foe's head. It was a basic move, one that was often used to stun an opponent and then deliver a killing blow. For this, it would be a learning experience.

If it hit, that is.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: A
Location: Outside of the Citadel
Allies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"] (Padawan - Captured) | [member="Keira Ticon"] |
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] ?? | Primeval & Sith Forces
Unique Gear: Combat Armour | Lightsaber

Only a curious look crossed his face as the red-haired woman addressed him - there was no immediate recollection, until she started to transform with the loss of her disguise. Clever girl. The facial structure started to take one he saw as vaguely familiar, and it as a fascinating display of theatrics, that was for sure. Typical tricks and smokescreen from a Sith - or worse.

An eye narrowed as it took a moment to click into place, made easier by her confirmation she was at the Heavenshield wedding, and also the meeting of the Orders. Kana Truden - Jedi, and friend of Corvus. What was a friend of Corvus doing here - ah, but wait, Keria was no longer the enemy; Kana was fighting the Primveval.

He didn't have chance to speak before she sprang into action towards him, forcing him quickly to duck and recoil, clumsily stumbling back on his hide in the snow, immediately turning and holding his hand out as he pushed up on his knee; calming and reassuring as if facing an out of control bantha, seeing both girls clash again.

"Kana, stop! It's alright - "

Cautiously he stood, his mind racing in different directions to the urgency of the situation.

"- stand down. Are you alright?"

The authority in his face signalled he was taking control, but something wasn't right with her aura. It was confused, conflicted and dangerous. If needed, he would get Keira to safety and find anything she could about Chastity and the Taung, but Kana? A friend of Corvus Raaf in this state wasn't right at all.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ZwRYHwdpwI​

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

Suddenly a mad, twisted voice filled his mind, whispering of failures both his and Asha's. The impact of the intrusion of his mind was almost unbearable, forcing him down on one knee. Almost buckling under the combined weight of himself and the vicious echoes in his head, he had to lean on his sword to keep balance. His breath got laboured and he began to sweat. Still unable to see, he was trapped within his own mind being invaded by this outside menace. He had to do something, quickly! Visions of Asha being tortured and her body broken were prevalent, and the whispers of him having failed to save her made the images so much more potent. He felt like surrendering; to the Sith Lord before him, to the weight of guilt and regret. But not all hope was lost.

Thurion, in one last-ditch effort, began to look inwards. Focusing, he searched his memories of Asha. Every moment spent with her came soaring back to him, from the day she found him outside the burnt-down orphanage on Pelagon to his first days of Jedi training; the time she introduced him to blue milk and the times she'd sing him to sleep. He remembered her love for him, and his love for her. She was his mother and mentor, his light in the darkness growing up. His only family before Nina, before Coci. Before they got married and had a son. They were now his family. He fought for them, to grant them all a better future. His mind shifted focus, now homing in on each and every time he and [member="Coci Heavenshield"] had held each other, every touch and every kiss. Every "I love you". Every time he'd held his children and hummed for them so that they could fall asleep at night.

"No..." he finally said, barely more than a whisper. The Force began to surge in him, coarsing through every fiber of his being. "No," he repeated, now more audible and with defiance in his voice. The build-up continued, and the ground began to shake. Looking up at Kaine to meet his gaze, Thurion's covered eyes had begun to glow like azure brimstone with the light side of the Force. "NO!" Releasing all of his pent up energy, a massive Force wave was sent towards Kaine, shattering the ground along the way.

 

[Isabella Denko]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the Temple
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Silver Sanctum Coalition ([member="Arrbi Betna"]) !?!?
Weapons: Good Looks, Charisma, Spells and a blaster (Picked up a beskad)

It was clear that this was the way it would be had she not met him. She wasn't prepared and a different Mando may have just killed her. It seemed wrong now to paint them all with the same brush as Primeval had. Isabella couldn't blame them though it was easier and they had attacked them, precautions had to be taken. As she looked to ruling her own world the young woman would remember this. Perhaps there was better use for some of the enslaved Mandos and they could join her castle guard. She was getting ahead of herself though first she had to survive this.

Her attack didn't even dent the armor! She would totally have to get herself some of that stuff after today. It would help her prepare herself for this type of thing because she had a feeling today wasn't the last of this fighting thing. It happened all around the galaxy a lot from what she read. Isabella, not expecting a counter attack,for whatever reason, stumbled back a few feet before falling to the ground on her butt. She was seeing stars and a bit out of it but still was holding fast to the beskad.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Objective: YUSSSSS! (A)
Location: I AM THE DECORATION! (Inside the citadel)
Allies: [member="Mishk"]! (Primeval)
Enemies: LOVE ME! ([member="Taeli Raaf"])
Gear: Oh, well you see here I've got my hands, my Throne, my whip, my Lovey! , and MY SECRET SURPRISE IS HERE! >

Spoiler

My whip is something I've used since day one, a six five four meter long paralytic barbed whip capable of rending flesh into shreds, and lacing the wounds with a quick acting paralytic drug that relaxes the muscles for increased damage upon subsequent lashes, without numbing the pain. Often seen dirty with chunks of flesh and dry coagulated blood coating it. Immediate effects of the poison affects only the lacerated area, but will spread quickly throughout the radius given several moments, especially if close to major arteries.


As for my special surprise, I won't tell what it is, but I promise it isn't anything cheaty! I just prefer to unveil it when it is most dramatic! If you are uncomfortable facing me with this in mind, I'll fill you in via PM. IT'S HAPPENING!

OOC Note: Sorry, meant to this last night but internet cut out for some reason and hadn't had a chance to respond till now.

The lightside came to the Jedi Master in a river perhaps, but it was a tumultuous path from which the lightside would be called from. Ziost, was a world thick with the dark side of the force, a nexus of energy hundreds of thousands of years in the making as part of the 'holy trinity' of Sith Dominance. The river came, not cleanly as a pure source of fluid trickling over stones, but as a polluted waste disposal plant piling over a massive dam. The amount of energy in that river that would need to be called to cross and break the dam was immense, and no matter how attuned its wielder was, whilst focusing on her survival such proficient usage of the force was... impractical.

Within the Eye of Zambrano, the writhing massive pile of arachnid monstrosities began to shriek in cacophonous horror, as he watched in grand surprise those wretched beings burst into flames in a flash of blinding light. The fear present there muddied the presence of that light upon his corpulent diseased flesh, sending burning carcasses upon his skin to sting and claw at him fruitlessly as his mind wrap around their collective throat, where those burning creatures pressed in an outward floor against his oily aggressive tendrils. His ravenous, animalistic hands grasped for her weapon, but the weapon bit back, its spinning plasmic blades cutting through the many acidic tendrils of one reaching hand, possibly even damaging the inner skeletal work beneath deep within the maw of the damnable creature. Roaring still in fear and rage, empowered by the planet's inherent darkness and his apprentice's much need presence clawing into his fleshy back to provide for him the assistance needed to continue despite the pain that wracked at his mind from such wanton use of the force out of fear and rage.

Zambrano though... would bite back. Within the massive grey flesh of the stinking, rotting, maggot-like serpentine slug, there were many moving fluids... so many living things present within his body. It digested meat. It crawled off of the meat to infest and infect with disease and pestilence. It ate at his innards... it nurtured others. It was fluid and solid, all of it hungering... but like his replaced flesh... something within him was inherently different from the rest of these often microbial pests and stowaways. Where all the other flesh was interconnected in a rotten spider web connection to some ethereal source... one elongated shape was notoriously absent from it. Nestled into the confines of his flesh, packed into his body in a cesspool of formulating feces and bile, there rested a creature of unique disposition.

With the revolting burning arachnids falling upon his flesh, the fear and revulsion present within the Hutts heart was enough to give rise and movement to a most heinous fluid within him, a familiarly rising employed many times before, but only now out of disgust. Acidic burning chunks of corpse forced themselves up through the massive scarred throat of the gargantuan beast, and up along with it the strange thing. Zambrano's speech was unable to be voiced, as it was too busy summoning something stronger than words... action.

In moments, as those spinning blades of fury tore through his flesh, and the light merely cause him to feel revulsion and pain, his free hand rose to the aid of his mouth and from it spewed forth a river of a different variety... a river of unadulterated darkness, decay, and death... wrapping around the absence of life-force itself...

Shnop-khisssssssssssss

"GRAAAAAAG!" The beast roared vomit into the face of the Jedi as one hand raised in his hand a blade of urine-colored plasma forced from the rectum of a most glorious creature, and the blade came down to behead her.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the walls
Allies: Jedi/Silver Sanctum
Enemies: [member="Isabella Denko"]
Gear:

• Beskar Beskar'gam
• Dinu'ul
• Beskad
• Chaav'la Revolver w/ standard and Ori'shuk ammuntion
• Bodo Baas Gunbelt
• Taozin Amulet

Betna shifted back into a defensive stance, his shield and blade ready once more.

"Get up," he ordered bluntly. "Sitting around regaining your senses will get you killed on the battlefield. I'd have taken your head or a limb by now had I followed up with an attack. Get up and try again."

He had to give her credit, though. Many would have dropped their weapon or been left unconscious and vulnerable. She was still vulnerable, but conscious for the most part. That meant she was more robust than he had assumed or was more stubborn than previously thought.

"Get up," he called again before resorting to a mild taunt. "My ten year old daughter can fight better than that. Get up."

 

[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

There was a gratifying crunch as Warok's fist connected and sent the human flying. The ewok shuddered with pleasure. To hear the bones of enemies snap like dry twigs underfoot; to feel their bodies give way beneath his blows. Warok reveled in the sensations as he stalked forward, fists raised like a pugilist.

The mandalorian rose from where he lay. A layer of dust and frost coated his armor, just as it did Warok's fur. The warlock stared defiantly up into the emotionless T-visor and gnashed his teeth. The mandalorian raised both of pistols and opened fire. Westar-34s whined forth hot plasma in a steady, unceasing rhythm.

The gauntlets the little shaman were equipped with more than just the shockwave generators. Twin half-domes of verdant energy shimmered to visibility as red lancets slammed into them again and again, sending ripples across their surface. Behind the echani shields, Warok charged.

The beskar chain bandolier rattled around his chest as he entered unison with the spirit of the rakazzak beast and became a preternaturally swift blur of brown fur. He leaped up, careful to keep his arms extended in front of him in a boxer's guard, and attempted to somersault directly over the mandalorian's head. One gauntleted fist lashed out as he hung in the air, aimed to smash directly into the mandalorian's helmeted head.

 

[Thessa Kai]

Objective:B
Location: Cliffs outside command center - DATE NIGHT
Allies: [member="Judah Dashiell"]
Enemies: [member="Kiran Vess"]

Like working in tandem in the air, she found herself falling perfectly into the routine on the ground. Beyond husband and wife, she and Judah were a good match in many ways. She trusted him. She trusted he wouldn't get caught in the crossfire. She trusted he would have her back. Fully.

The fire from the rogue soldier suddenly ceased. Peeking cautiously from her position, she saw a glint of something in that lying piece of schutta's hand that caused her stomach to drop. She quickly pulled back into cover.

"Feth," the growl left iced-azure lips.

He was the type that shot first. He sure as feth wasn't gonna let them surrender. He was either gonna throw that thing at her or at Judah. She just hoped Judah was as in sync with her movements as she was with his.

Whipping from behind her position, she brought the bolter up and fired at the thermal detonator itself and the area of the enemy's hand. "THERMAL DETONATOR!!!" She yelled to Judah in case he couldn't see what she could from his position. As soon as the rounds left the barrel of her gun, she dove back.

If she missed, she would re-position herself. If she made the hit, she hoped she was far away enough from the blast range without losing any limbs. Even more, she hoped Judah was far enough, too.

 

[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/g8MrVonBJbk

Sensing the defense in place, Damien instantly released the attempts to possess her mind as well as use his Talismans. Teras Kasi provided a well versed knowledge of how to defend ones mind, and while it in no way was unstoppable, Damien could already feel the exhaustion setting into place. There would be no victory if he managed to break her mind, simply to fall instantly.

As his massive blade missed its target, being thrown to the side, the Ancient Sith spotted a quick movement. Releasing his hold with a single hand, he let the tip of the blade dig into ground as he spun the other behind him into the already burnt Wardens Cloak.

Bringing this forward, he reached out to let the Shoto come into contact with his covered forearm. In this place lay the heaviest layers of Beskar - from shoulder to the tips of his fingers, his Gauntlets were damn near impregnable unless foolish enough to allow it.

But after he smelled the second burning of his cloak, he smiled knowing that meant she lost yet another weapon, took a deep breath then grabbed his saber hilt again. Swinging his arm close to the woman, he activated the hilt at the last second. She would have to dodge as the move was instinctive; there would be no forewarning unless from the Force.

His aim sought to drive the sabers plasma through the right most portion of her chest.

 

[Boethiah]

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

For the Sith there was a certain pleasure to be had from watching a Jedi suffer, a pleasure that Anja did not feel.

Watching [member="Nima Tann"] succumb to her magicks was not an experience of joy or pride, it was simply an end to their engagement. The Host Lord didn't particularly value honour but for any strong-willed opponent, some respect was due. It had nothing to do with logic or any kind of code. Anja acknowledged her strength and that was it, nothing else was needed to be said.

Before the summoning of fears could truly grab hold of the mind their more deadly forms the witch disengaged the moment she sensed the gathering of energy that arrived in the form of a mysterious woman. She had to defend herself from the attack by gathering energy of her own, the illusions she had conjured previously disappeared instantly as her power was recalled to aid in her defense.

Anja was able to prevent what may have been a critical--if not fatal--strike by barricading herself within the dark tendrils of magicks that she commanded thus far. She knew well enough that she wouldn't be granted such perfect timing again, her barrier was ripped to pieces by the sheer power of it, placing pressure on her and her armour before fading.

Whoever this new opponent was, it was clear she could fight and was in her own way a strong individual. Where Nima was strong for her resolve, this one seemed strong in her capabilities as a force user. No ordinary Jedi; that much is certain at the very least. Questions would have to wait, although her curiosity had always tried to get its way. Quickly the witch readjusted her magicks, focusing particularly on this woman as Loxa engaged the second person to arrive. Another battle... And here the Host Lord had hoped she would've breached the walls by now.

Calling upon her magicks once more, Anja attempted to mask her presence in a most peculiar way; stretching out her force signature and altering the environment, turning snow into a clouding mist.

It seems her second battle was about to begin...

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the walls
Allies: [member="Valiens Nantaris"]
Enemies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] (directly engaging), [member="Loxa Visl"] (not engaging)
Gear: Gear: 1x MKI bolter, 1x bolt pistol, 1x sonic shotgun, wrist-worn flamethrower, vibroknife, grenades, lightsabre, beskar'gam


And so suddenly snow was tranformed into a clouding mist that seemed to envelop the area and significantly reduced visibility, or at least the part Siobhan was looking at, as her opponent, who appeared to be a Sorceress, stretched out her Force Signature. The manoeuvre caught her off-guard. It also appeared that her enemy's magicks seemed to have managed to dissipate the telekinetic grip of Siobhan and mitigate the damage sustained to a degree. To recapitulate, Siobhan had been trying to choke her whilst repeatedly stomping her into the snowy ground. It stood to reason that attempting such a thing would require concentration on the part of Siobhan and it was indeed broken.


Siobhan recognised the mist for what it was. Presumably Kaida Taldir would have had a field day on this planet given how fething cold it was! Siobhan could not be certain whether this manoeuvre was borne out of Sith sorcery or whether her opponent was a cryomancer, but it did not matter at this point. Fortunately her fancy beskar helmet came with a variety of vision modes, one of them being infrared, which she quickly switched to. This enabled her to see her opponent's body heat just fine and thus continue to engage her.


Gripping her MK1 boltgun with both hands the Countess fired, letting lose explosive bolts. The warheads were armed on launch and would explode on impact, meaning that any pressure exerted upon them would cause detonation, such as telekinesis or force shields. The bolts had a two metre casualty radius and up to six metres you could be injured by blast or shrapnel. She presumed that damage would be mitigated a good deal by the armour her opponent seemed to be wearing, though she was not close enough to discern the materiel.


However, it was not supposed to be her main attack, nor was she aiming for precision. No, her actual attack was something more brutal and devious. In her mind she stretched out as she focused, becoming once again the eye in the storm. She could see Nantaris challenging what appeared to be her enemy's companion, so she could focus purely upon her adversary at hand. Her will would be focusing on a particular part of the sorceress, beneath the powerful armour that covered her, namely her stomach.


In an outburst of cold fury and brutality, titanic telekinetic willpower crunched down upon her enemy's stomach, aiming to violently tear it open and drop the acid inside it down. Her eyes were cold and concentration was etched over her features as she exerted herself to draw upon her power. It took a good deal of focus to achieve this, but fortunately she was rested due to not really having done much in the battle so far.


Acids are measured on a scale known as the ph scale, which goes from zero to fourteen, with zero being the most acidic. Stomach acid is very acidic, with ph measurements generally ranging from one to three, which puts it in the same category as battery acid. Indeed, it would be able to eat right through a piece of wood or a chicken foot if dropped on it. The same obviously applies to internal organs, which are a lot more delictate! A stomach's epithelial cells are what keeps a human's stomach acid from eating a hole right through you.


Now Siobhan was devoting her telekinetic might towards applying extremely brutal pressure towards Anja's stomach. Massive invisible claws would brutally tear and rip at it. Again and again they would try and slice at it, abuse it. This alone should be very painful, but if the stomach successfully burst acid would first come into contact with the bottom of the liver and small intestines. Significant damage should ensue in a very short span of time, then it ought to contact the aorta in the stomach area, then the kidneys, bladder and the pelvic floor. A few more minutes to seriously hurt those, then it would be down to the pelvic bone. Of course, all of this assumed Siobhan would be as successful with tearing it up as she hoped. She would be content to settle for putting the sorceress through a massive amount of pain.