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

[Darth Pyrrhus]

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

Once more, war called for Darth Pyrrhus. A firm believer of the Sith Code, he strode to live in a state of constant conflict. At this he succeeded, for the defence against the Republic invasion of Ord Mirit had barely concluded, before the Sith Knight stormed off into the space of the One Sith's dear allies, the Primeval. He had not spent time tending to wounded. Those who had fallen had lost their usefulness, and the Togruta was not of the compassionate kind. Those who did not return to Glee Anselm went with him on a new campaign.

This time he struck out against another brand of Jedi entirely. The Silvers. To his knowledge, he had never crossed blades with any of their order before. He was eager to test himself against a new enemy. There was more to it than a hunger for war and conflict. When the Republic had come for Ord Mirit, the Primeval had stood against them. They were allies, and what brave warriors they had proven to be. Darth Pyrrhus had even been using their tanks. It was time to repay that debt. Blood begets blood.

Darth Pyrrhus did not possess a great fleet. While the Silver Jedi Order's ships clashed with those of Primeval, his Shadow-class Reconnaissance corvette became a part of the detachment that made its way to the planet's surface. The ship's stealth equipment came in handy during the descent. Neither did he contribute much in terms of troop count, though his personal Nautolan guard followed him into battle. The Nameless Ten, an elite unit that had proven themselves on Ord Mirit, were with them. In the end, these would fall in part with the Primeval's own forces, led by the host lord. In the grand scheme of things, they were but background static. His greatest contribution to this battle was himself.

The Sith Knight came armed and well prepared. Like he had in many battles past, he was clad in his living battle-armour, the Vonduun Skerr Kyrric. Alive, as it was, the armour had adjusted to Pyrrhus's powerful frame excellently. The way the helmet was shaped, protecting his montrals, made the Togruta look particularly fierce. The curved horns were not completely enveloped by the crab armour, to avoid their natural ability being hindered. His companion, the amphistaff from Selvaris, coiled itself from his right shoulder and around his right arm. The mere thought of Selvaris was enough distract him, threatening to take his mind away from battle at hand entirely. He forced such thoughts away, as surely, he thought, they would become his undoing. He would deal with them later. The amphistaff hissed, jealously, bringing his mind once more back to the present. The bio-engineered Vong beast had purposely been left unfed, and it hungered for battle. Otherwise, he carried the same loadout he had on Ord Mirit; a chitin carbine on his back, a couple of razor bugs attached to his left arm, and of course, a lightsaber dangling from his belt.

A horned demon was approaching the Citadel. Who would stand against him?

 

[Gwrtheyrn]

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

And the poets opponent had made him self known, that same note again yet this time pure and unfiltered. Human male about six feet in height. Though Gwrtheyrn was still somewhat unfamiliar with discerning human age he would place the acolyte on the cusp of true manhood. A good match as he was at roughly the same point in his species much longer maturation cycle.

The peril of this age for both Maelibus and Human was that when the adrenaline flowed it came hard and fast. As much as Gwrtheyrn desired glory giving in to the lure of the berserker was out of the question.

So he nodded his assent to Theseus's show of respect. When the dark side adept immediately turned tail and fled into the darkness it did not surprise Gwrtheyrn overmuch. The Sith and their like had distorted codes of conduct and for all he knew to them this was considered just as worthy as dueling like true warriors.

Not that the poet was meaning to allow his opponent the luxury of such guerrilla tactics. Though he did not close his eyes Gwrtheyrn began to focus on his greatest sense - that of hearing. Unlike the average prey animal Theseus could control the beating of his heart making it much more difficult to detect than say a terrified rabbit. However sound was Gwrtheyrn's lifeblood, the very thing that let him craft his poems and songs. Each single note spoke a world of information to him and not even the slightest echo escaped his notice. Both his sight (slightly worse than the average humans) and his sense of smell (significantly worse) were nothing compared to his auditory functions.

And there it was, faint yet steady. But there was also a scraping to Gwrtheyrn's left side as if something was lifting of.....

Taking the great weight of Ashlas Mercy within his right hand Gwrtheyrn's left shot to the holster in which nestled the Firbolg.700. With speed that belied his size the gun was leveled at the incoming boulder and the trigger squeezed. As the maelibus was relativity new to the concept of guns he could not be considered a good shot by any means but the debris was headed straight for him and the bullet connected with a tumultuous crack.

The Firbolg unlike many weapons in the galaxy did not fire either blaster or laser shots instead relying on the more primitive solid ammunition of yesteryear. This was something that Gwrtheyrn had insisted on during the weapons genesis as he possessed a strong feeling that blasters were some form of technological witchcraft that he wanted no part in.

Even with its archaic nature the bullets fired by the Firbolg were of a caliber usually found within high powered rifles or light artillery emplacements. Needless to say the rubble stood no chance and the clump exploded into smaller fragments that bounced harmlessly of the Maelibus's carapace. Now it was time to drive Theseus from his hiding spot.

Two bounding steps and the heavy musculature of his right arm bulged as the warrior poet heaved Ashlas Mercy into a downwards strike for the position he had heard the heartbeat emanate from. Though the blow was neither as graceful or as powerful as a two handed strike it still bore an immense amount of force and weight behind it. Any cover would be decimated by the flaming force imbued monolith of a weapon and Theseus would be if things went well forced into the open.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Objective: A
Location: Citadel Walls
Allies: Primeval and Allies
Enemies: Silver Jedi, Jedi


It did not take long for the Sith Lord to make it to the Citadel. Kentarch however did not take a direct approach. He avoided the main entrance to the great fortress and found a side passage. Meeting no resistance he was able to slide through the citadel's outer-defenses quickly and quietly. Then he would tear the Jedi apart from the inside, with his numerous stealth techniques such a feat would not be difficult. As he passed through the outer-walls however, he felt something in the force. Subtle and unnoticed. A tremor that gripped Kentarch to his core. A warning perhaps? Clear your mind, push on. He reminded himself. Still invisible the Sith moved into one of the outer corridors of the citadel. Despite being concealed, he still moved from pillar to pillar and cover to cover, keeping an eye out for any who had the ability to spot him or see through his force cloak.

 

[Condor]

Objective: B
Location: ODCC Mess Hall
Enemies: [member="Karen Roberts"] (maybe)
Allies: Karen Roberts (Maybe)
Post: 6
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Condor perked up when the Jedi started talking about payment. Now they were getting somewhere. He had no real desire to try to fight the Jedi. She had a pretty face. And a great body. And would most definitely win this if he dragged it out. Money was money, though. Or rather, payment was payment. Armor, ammunition, weapons, credits, all of those were acceptable payments. On a couple occasions he had even accepted the company of a lady friend as payment. But there was no room in this station that wasn't being fought in. Except the gunship, which was currently trying to hammer its way in through the blast shields, and judging by the noise, it was doing pretty well, less than a minute away from breaking through.

"Well..uhhh...ma'am," he started, realizing he didn't know her name. "I usually have two price tiers. One is for me just walking away and forgetting that a battle even existed, and the other is unconditional surrender. Judging by the attitudes of my employers, however, I highly doubt that the first option is open for this battle. Either we try to kill each other right here, right now, or we reach some sort of agreement and I give myself over to you willingly and peacefully. I don't know you're reputation, but judging on how I think this battle will go, I'm pretty sure we both know the outcome. As such, I am willing to accept a lower price for my surrender. If you accept my price, then we can work out the terms of the surrender."

He cringed as the shrapnel in his shoulder tore loose a little bit, and a small trickle of blood started dripping down his arm. He didn't have bacta or anything to help with the wound, and if he fought her again, it would be a huge disadvantage, seeing as he was losing both blood and range of motion at a fast clip.

"I'm being paid roughly 10,000 credits for this, so if you can pay me 18,000 or more, or something equivalent, I will give myself over to you. Let's try to reach some sort of agreement on this before I lose all of my blood." Keeping an eye on her, he pulled out the shrapnel in his shoulder, and the blood trickle soon turned into a river. He tore off a piece of his undershirt and wrapped it around his shoulder tightly, succeeding in mostly shutting off the blood flow, but not stemming it completely. If he wasn't careful, he'd die from blood loss before another shot was fired.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective A: Fight the insane slug and the insane ... ummmm whatever a jawa actually is
Location: Party Time location
Allies: all my Silver friends
Enemies: [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Mishk"]

Taeli finally opened her eyes as she heard the bubbling laughter and the booming voice of two uninvited guests. They must have broken through part of the wall . . . damaging these historic ruins . . . that . . . was . . . so . . .

"I see you're as insane as ever, Zambrano," she said, getting up as she pulled her lightsaber off her belt and took in the Hutt and his apprentice she assumed.

A throne of bodies, a grisly whip, rotting flesh, weird tentacle hands . . . all check. His obsession with flesh had only grown since she had overseen the fight on Rendili for some then acolytes. Just lovely. Even as she thought that, they attacked. Zambrano's whip lashed out at her, and she did a backflip away so the whip would wrap around her impervium gauntlet as she landed on her feet. She wanted a closer inspection of the weapon, noting the barbs that most likely had some sort of toxin . . . not to mention the flesh and blood. So uncivilized.

His apprentice attacked with intention to cause her pain, but unfortunately for him, while she did start suffering some minor pain across her face, she had been a Sith Lady. Pain wasn't anything new or distracting for her.

Purple amethyst erupted into life from her saber as she flicked it up to cut off part of the whip. Sliding into a ready stance, she flicked her hand and sent a wave of Force energy at the apprentice to distract him.

"Manners maketh man, or in this case beings," she said. "Do you know what that means? You destroyed part of these ruins . . . that is unacceptable. Let me teach you a lesson."

 

[Ellie Mors]

Objective: B (Suicide)
Location: Approaching the Command Center, on foot
Allies: Death
Enemies: Time | [member="Valiens Nantaris"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Gear: Lightsabers, Singlet, Arm, Eyes, Sith Robes
Theme: Happy?

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y2jdtvzUPG0[/media]

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Atrophia had no qualms with her own death, nor with the inevitable loss she would face at the hands of these two masters of the force. There was no chaotic jumble in her thoughts borne from the knowledge that her time was cut short so severely, but there was still a seething rage within her, burning white-hot and flaming. It wasn't for her, however. As the bearded man shouted out to her, from where she couldn't really tell, Atrophia recalled her brief conversation with another Jedi Master, one whom had the eyes that pierced through to her very soul. How ironic, how cold, so cruel, unknowing, were those words that ended the faint glimmer of uncertain hope that had kept her heart beating, her lungs breathing. To ask her to wait, to give more time, to waste away longer under the pressure of the force that threatened to rip her apart and crumple her together even now, as she stood as a beacon of the dark side. A hoarse laugh rasped from her bloodied lips, her teeth yellowed and rotten, her gums bleeding as though they'd been pulled at and torn. Beneath that porcelain exterior was a dead woman that walked with only minutes to spare. There would be no second chance, no redemption, it was the punishment she was to endure for either eternity or for the briefest of deaths - to live in turmoil or to die and be damned. The man's curse, his insults, they burned with the same fury that remembering [member="Corvus Raaf"]'s response had. Angry with the Jedi? No. Confusion reigned supreme in that black, burnt-out, heart that hardly seemed to beat anymore. There was anger, there was rage, and hate, but it wasn't because the Jedi had unknowingly turned her away, it wasn't that she was so close to the end, and it wasn't because this man and his Jedi fools presumed themselves the right to degrade her as they did, verbally. No, she was enraged that the woman she'd sought to fix, to mature, was doomed to be left an incomplete project.

Not a project, perhaps - no. She'd sought to open her eyes, to show her reality, to change her, fortify that purity that she envied, that she wanted so jealously, and to give her the same comfort that should have been given to them both. But even as she had ripped away that mental wall and broken through that dam, Atrophia had found herself feeling the pains of death's frost at her fingertips and knew then that she would have been better off to have left the Jedi ignorant to what could have been, to keep her from lamenting what that false future would have been if things had gone differently. And it was that rage that kept her sane, per se, even as she turned her body into the telekinetic burst that shredded the lower half of her mechanical arm and ripped her feet from the ground, sending her hurtling back through the freezing air, landing with a sickening thud on her back, the sound of broken ribs echoing in her ears. Had she cared anymore, had she expected to survive the day's end, perhaps the Sith would have screamed out, perhaps she would have entered the fray with words spent rather than actions made, but she was already on the verge of being dragged into the seven hells of Chaos, she knew that meaningless shaming would do her no good. But at least she had something to take out all of her rage, someone who seemed competent enough to strike her even as she walked, sabers not even drawn - though with one arm, perhaps two lightsabers were excessive. Again, and again, she felt the force rupture the air around her, and indeed lifting her from the ground as she remained unwilling to fully resist the telekinetic blows - exerting only enough stamina to keep herself alive and capable of movement, though the internal injuries would certainly kill her and did not help the sickness that flowed through her, the corruption that rotted her away from the inside.

But then came the reprieve of the force-led barrage, leading fluidly into an array of projectiles fired upon her. Any Jedi, and surely any Sith, would have attempted to pull up a shield of some sort, or perhaps to block the shells with a lightsaber, but being that she didn't exactly feel as agile as she could have been at her prime, she resorted to a more countering strike. Even as she lifted from the ground her right hand, the remaining one, glimmered with the bright white light of the dark side of the force - a contradiction in and of itself. Lightning arced from the tips of her fingers and ripped apart the snow that fell from the sky, vaporizing its moisture-laden flakes with electrical heat, and branched out to each of these metal-encased explosive bolts. Like an ill-timed fireworks display the field between the Sith and the two masters lit up in a brilliant display of explosions while the woman slowly moved towards them. With every step she took she felt the heat that rippled out from her increasing as she channeled her hatred, rage, and grief more and more. A visible, palpable, aura of her hatred was exuded from her very skin, the beginnings of what was seen just prior during the duel she held with the Jedi Order's Grand Master just some days ago. As if expected, the darkness that had transcended the battle and darkened the sky began to descend and merge with the aura of hatred that swirled around her - visible waves of the raw power of the dark side rolling out from her in every direction as though she were the eye of a storm. Light was blotted from what little sun there was, the very nature of the light side of the force strangled, and the boom of thunder soon followed - accented by the lightning that would occasionally leap from her fingers in the instance of further ammunition. Screams of despair, manifested through the dark side, howled through the air as the Sith Lord halted her march towards the two - she was plenty close, it was clear they would not approach unless beckoned.

What was this feeling that she felt burning in her chest?

 

[Maya Carrick]

Objective: B
Location: Outside in the open
Allies: Silver jedi and friends
Enemy: [member="Perla Pirjo"] those others causing harm
Gear: Silver Robes, Knifes out of Akk teeth, 2 lightsaber, (one hidden), Herbal bag

Bent down in front of a wounded bystander. Nodding to one of the orders healers to take him to the medical center for treat me. Knowing that this one was now locked onto her. It wasn't her that was looking for a fight, as she slowly raised up to her full height. Folding her hands with in each other. To one with out the force it would look like this weapon of hers was going to fast to keep up with. In the was of the force one could slow down objects to a slower beat in force itself.

Couldn't help, but smile at her as if what she had spoken to her didn't mean a word. "I see now, always out for blood, all ways unable to see any other way in a situation like that, to come to an understand of wisdom and knowledge then to have to use such violence." , as she spoke as if the warrior with cage wanted to come out right then and there to engage this one. This wasn't going to happen she would like it gather more, but be very mind full of what this one was capable of to say the less. It was the way her mind was already on its defense, to say that she was weak mind one would say that was a foolish. It the wisdom of the many times of using her mind over her battle strength of a warrior. No to her getting into a match was her last line of defense.

Letting what wrapped in layers to start to poke this one mind, "Let me ask you what makes you so sure I"m your enemy you need to spill my blood, my sweet?" as she looked her deeper in the eyes now, as if knowing that the illusions of her strength was starting to play. "Here is another question what makes you sure I don't hold some of your same believes in the force I myself always looking for the enemy to do them harm or to take their head off for believe a different way in the force." , not once dropping her own defense or reflecting on the ready.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRLdhFVzqt4​

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

The humming stopped and Thurion got back on his feet. The Sith would always hope to pray upon one's fears to bolster their own bravado, and this one was no different. "You're wrong, my lord. Not all of her children have fallen before you. 'Victory' is her name, and in her name I will send you to the dark abyss. Know that it is a fate too kind for the likes of you." A swift, fluid motion had his lightsaber find the palm of his hand, and soon its azure light clashed with that of the Sith Lord.

Hesitating, however, Thurion then deactivated his Jedi weapon and returned it on his person. Instead he reached for his Valkyri sword. "No. Let this be a clashing of steel, as in days of yore." Snowfall left its sheath, ready and eager to taste the heat of battle once more. "Let us dance the Dance of Blades, Lord Zambrano." He readied himself, assuming the stance of the Krayt Dragon with both feet planted firmly into the ground.

 

[Inger Strömfire]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the walls *knock knock anyone home*
Allies: Primeval and those of the darkness
Enimies: [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Gear: Armor , lightsaber, bow (with razor sharp edges)

Breathing deeply letting the heat of the moment take a hold of the next foot and hand hold. For now she would just watch as it was she was more of staying hidden until it was time to act. Even so she wanted to bath in the blood of the enemy to make sure that the God of War was well pleased with her effed.

As she let herself go deeper into the force then she every gone before she knew that today with be the Gods test on her as a warrior. It was all she could feel that boiled up inside of her to not want to go out in full rage. No she would wait to see which would be a prize to take.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: B, Kill or seduce Damian Starchaser, maybe both!
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

Sage frowned at the Jedi. The fact that the young man did not immediately rush to the wounded Knight’s side told Sage this was no ordinary wet-behind-the-ears Padawan, the kind who was blinded by devotion to his elders. The power of Sith illusions would have to make up for the boy’s wariness. With almost imperceptible hand motions that more closely mimicked checking his body for injuries, Sage poured more Sith magic into the waking dream.

The beauty of Sith illusions were their ability to play on their victim’s senses. In this way, Sage wrapped the vision in a feeling of attraction and seduction. If the Padawan continued to believe his illusion, he would be consumed by the urge to run to his injured comrade’s side. Almost as if he were under the spell of strong Zeltron pheromones, the Jedi would be inexplicably drawn to Sage. Not only did the Sith Illusionist bolster the emotional power of the vision, but also the physical. His “injuries” would soon become more grave with each passing moment. Unfortunately, Sage's concentration was so focused on maintaining his ruse, he failed to sense the nearby danger that lurked in the Padawan’s hidden explosives.

A rivulet of blood ran from each nostril, and Sage felt to his knees just short of the medpack.

“I-I-fought him off and he ran,” explained the Sith. A hand shot up to his upper lip and came away wet with his blood. A panicked look crossed his face, as he played his part to the fullest.

“I think I might have internal injuries.”

His eyes pleaded with the Jedi. He was just a vulnerable soldier, scared and alone.

“Please… I need someone to help me get to safety.”

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[SIZE=12pt]Objective: Objective B.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Location: Orbital Defence Command Centre[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies: Silver Coalition/Mando's and The Jedi Order's [member="Corvus Raaf"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Enemies: [member="Jared Ovmar"] and [member="Lucianus Adair"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Gear: Two light sabers (blue blade and purple blade), Armour , Rifle[/SIZE]



“Let’s shake the ground…”


The response she was waiting for....

Let's shake the ground?, Coci wanted to rip something apart.

As her booted feet touched down on the surface of the planet, a rain of debris showered around her. Explosions boomed in the air ripping and destroying buildings and beings alike. Her eyes narrowed as she looked around the landscape, the control center several hundred meters directly in front of their location, she noted the Shadows moving forward before they vanished within the force. Their mission, to take out the enemy.

Proceeding forward with Corvus by her side, her stride deliberate with speed. Detaching from her heavy belt, her blue bladed saber hit the palm of her hand, it is her blade of a Shadow, and before she furled her fingers around the hilt, Coci vanished within the force, concealed physically, and her signature void.

Around them many Jedi, Mando forces, Rangers engaged in combat, there is dead on either side. The sense of it filled the nostrils, burning and destruction set the scene, a toxic mix which poisons the souls of anyone that witnesses death in war. And yet, sentient beings will not learn, either side will not learn that their souls will fracture forever. Perspectives riddled with subjective view of purpose, each believing they are right, their need greater, their power the strongest, and they, we fight for dirt.


So be it.

 

[Blackthorne]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the walls.
Allies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Enemies: [member="Nima Tann"]

Silence was the nature of the Priestess - no name given nor word uttered. This was not the time for discussion.

But a name was indeed a powerful thing. It was the being manifest - a representation of their collective energies within the galaxy, and now the Host Lord had that of their supposed foe. In the realm of the witches, a name given was a direct link to grave curses and arcane magics. Here, now, Loxa felt the rising energies and growing pitch along the eddies of the Force. She felt the familiar tingle upon her mind and willingly let it in. Under different circumstances the Priestess would have made effort to ward off such a powerful spell, but to do so now would leave not only her distracted, but the Host Lord vulnerable.

Loxa's lanturn-like gaze swept slowly from the Jedi to movement at their side where a creature made itself known. A large wolf, larger than she recalled encountering in her many travels. A familiar of the stranger? How unfortunate that it should be here swimming the tides of this tumultuous sea - ebbing and flowing into this forest of brambles.

She stood ready to defend the Host Lord, senses keen upon the Jedi and her accomplice.

 

[Mishk]

Objective A
Location: inside the citadel
Allies: Primevil, [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
Enemies: Silver coalition, [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Gear: A pointy stick

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Fretting with excitement Mishk watched the first wasps start to gnaw at her face. He giggled and shifted foot with a joyful leap closer to their new friend.
Then, something happened that Mishk never had encountered before. With a flick of her and a burning beam of what must be sunlight exploded from her palm and vaporized his swarm of wasps. they shrieked and twisted in their flight before one by one dropping to the ground to disappear into small black puffs.

Mishk started to breath faster. His heart started to pound harder. He felt fear.

Trying to recall how his master used these emotions the jblack jawa tried to use the fear to build up and summon forth yet more dark energies. He could feel it rise again, small worms dropped from his sleeve yet again and he rose his arm to engage her once more.

then the wave of energy roared toward him. He screamed as the in comparison to [member="Taeli Raaf"] s true power weak push hit him. but to Mishk it was a burning sledge hammer throwing him away. It crushed his ribs and knocked him several meters away up onto the rubble of the wall his master had created minutes before. Everything spun as the little thing tried to get to his feet again. He stumbled and fell. If it had not been for his small shiulette he would probably have been gunned down by the enemy soldiers, but apart from the jedi master he did not appear as a real threat, if even to her.

He grimaced and rose to al four focusing to mend his body. Or rather to ignore the pain he suffered. Lifting his head he looked to her. If she only would allow him to make her beautiful...

"Master... please leave me a finger to gnaw upon... " he begged.
This friend had a body which surely held alot of power, power Mishk craved.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Objective: Objective B (B is for...Bring it On!)
Location: Orbital Defence Command Centre
Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Enemies: [member="Jared Ovmar"] and [member="Lucianus Adair"]
Others: [member="Darth Atrophia"]
Gear: Saber, shoto, Jedi Shade Robes
Theme: You’ve got to take a chance for all you’ve been through and lost

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4t5GXKGNf5U

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‘Where's your life boat, it's not so simple
You've got to take a chance for all you been through and lost
Let the walls come crumblin'
You better ho-ho-hope something good

Are you gonna dance your heart into the moment?
Are you gonna lie to yourself in attempt to reason?
Are you gonna hold yourself so highly regarded?
Oh-oh-oh something good happens to you
As a part of me in love with you
And as a part of me

You better-you better hope that something good happens to you
As the part of me in love with you
As the part of me in love with you
As the part of me in love with you
As a part of me, yeah

Where's your life gone, has it been a little bit evil?
You've gotta take a chance before it's all said and done
Complicated, something easy, oh-oh-oh, something good
Oh you better ho-ho-hope something good happens to you
As the part of me in love with you
As the part of me in love with you
As the part of me in love with you

Are you gonna dance alone?
Are you gonna lie to yourself, baby?
Are you gonna take your time?
Are you gonna hold on?

Are you gonna dance your heart into the moment?
Are you gonna lie to yourself in attempt to reason?
Are you gonna hold yourself so highly regarded?
Something good happens to you.
As the part of me in love with you
As the part of me in love with you
As the part of me in love with you

Are you gonna dance alone?
Are you gonna lie to yourself, baby?
Are you gonna start with a head on the good-bye?
Are you gonna hold on, are you gonna hold on?

Corvus had a bad feeling about this. Not the situation that faced her presently, that she was totally relaxed about. No, it was the thing that was on her mind but not here that worried her.

Just for once it would be wonderful to land on a planet, stand up for the greater good and defend the weak and then leave. Yet every time since…Kashyyyk from memory, she’d arrived and been distracted by the presence of another. Her older sister, her younger sister, both and now...a certain Sith. She knew she was present – she could not avoid sensing her presence. When you’re close enough to smell their perfume – even if they’re not wearing cologne – you tend to have formed a bond of sorts. Corvus sensed she wasn’t here for her – and that worried her. Greatly.

But she was not here for Corvus, she was here for Coci, for the Silver Jedi. For the weak and defenceless. So she put all else out of her mind as best she could and soldiered on.

Corvus’ boots made no discernable noise as she walked. A Padawan recently commented on how noisily she walked – but even without the Force aiding her, these boots were silent as she progressed, initially at Coci’s side.

Debris rained down on them, but Corvus paid it no heed.

Explosions boomed in the air causing devastation to people and buildings alike but Corvus took no notice.

Instead she used her natural senses to ascertain any potential risks and used the Force too. Force Sight to look for Force Auras and hidden foes. She used it to look for null points – places where the Force was not present, typically revealing clumsy cloaking techniques.

And she used Revelation, to locate cloaked enemies – by revealing silhouettes that belied their location. And finally she sensed for the use of White Current around her – sensing any ripples in the Force practitioners used. And it revealed anyone hidden by technological applications too.

Soon she had a mental map of the location of all within her vicinity and was aware that Coci had used the Force to become undetectable by the human eye. Corvus kept her hands by her side and entered Force Immersion. She entered the White Current and was now undetectable by any means – organic, artificial, or even the Force. Until she interacted with someone, they would be oblivious to her presence unless they were skilled in the same technique. And she remained ready to pull Coci into the Current if need be.

Either side of them the evidence of war was graphic in its detail, but Corvus was now single-minded in her pursuit of a foe.

In truth that was a lie.

So the part of Corvus that was in love finally closed down for the duration of any confrontation and she blinked away a tear. ‘Hold on…’ she thought and then she was no longer Corvus, she was the GrandMaster. And she had a job to do.

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Objective: B
Location: Drop ship
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: [member="Kian Karr"]
Gear: Hide Armour and 2x hand cannnons also 2x lightsabers

Harley heard some one talk, talk that's only thing Jedi where good for talking. Stand down ha this was invasion, like that was going to happen. He had already sliced open her men, she had already built a rage up in her and upon seeing the ugly creature, anything from the lightside was ugly though. Her eyes went yellow and she ran at him. One of her own got in her way as she did, he was not in way for long. As torso was cut in half for not getting out the way quick enough. She was in force rage, and taken over body, and anything and everything in between her and that Jedi was dead meat. As she closed in on him, she put one lightsaber up in the air to bring down on him. The other to her left to slice across him, she was going to take fight to this Jedi. As he was, well he was what ever he was. Then leaped at him as she drew closer, and then tried to bring both her lightsabers down on him simultaneously. This would increase the chances of her being successful in her attack, and striking him down. After all he only had one lightsaber, that she could see.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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

Objective: Objective A - Assault the walls of the Citadel, and reclaim it for the Sith!
Location: In the trenches, laying siege to the walls
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

He was momentarily taken aback by the Jedi's proposal, but then laughed a dark melancholy rumble as his Sith weapon did too deactivate with a snap-hiss, and the Sith Lord returned the weapon to his side. He reach back to firmly grasp the leather hilt of his own sword, and with subtle shifts in the Force he mentally unsnapped the straps keeping the weapon in the scabbard and then slowly he pulled the weapon free. In the light of the raging battle the Sith runes that ran along the entire blade of the weapon glowed hungrily, sensing the devastation and death occurring around causing the souls bound within the blade to call out in torment while the blade itself silently roared for more. Only those deeply attuned to the Force could hear them clearly, while everyone else would only hear a persistent white noise at the back of their subconscious. He held the weapon in both hands, and then he too assumed the stance of the Krayt Dragon to mirror his opponent.

"In the end all will fall to darkness, and the legacy of Asha Seren will be snuffed out forever. So come then, Heavenshield, feed me your rage."

And with that, the duel began.

 

[Kuryr]

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

Her emotions rolled off of her like a mist, she was afraid, but it was more than just her safety she feared for. He couldn't quite gauge it right, but a lover perhaps. Another weakness she had shown him that he could exploit to his advantage. Her inability to hide her emotions would be his biggest advantage. He felt her calling to the force and only had a second to react as she sent a powerful blast of the force right at him. He had been focusing on her emotional state and not enough on the moment and he had failed to fully erect a barrier to stop the attack. He felt the blast crash through his hastily formed barrier and smash into his chest. His feet left the ground and he was thrown back several meters, landing on his back. His armor scraped across the old stone floors as he slid a few feet farther. He gasped for air for a second before rising back to his feet. Her attack had been impressive, and had taken him fully by surprise, she had given in to her emotions and had managed an attack that he wasn't prepared for.

With a smile on his face he pulled his helmet off and dropped it on the floor next to him. " Impressive, little one. I was worried that there would be no worthy foes for me to fight inside of this citadel." He took a step forward, sword in one hand, pistol on the other. " I am Kuryr, the Blood Gorger, Warchief of the Blood Pact pirates, Terror of the Tingel Arm. It will be an honor to defeat you in combat today." He raised his pistol and fired off two consecutive shots at her still form. He aimed both shots directly at her chest, hoping that the acid filled slugs would eat away at her armor. He never stopped moving, even as he fired, she was worthy of a direct fight, and was to be treated like an equal. At least until she was defeated, then she would be nothing more than a slave.

 

[Keira Priest]

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

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

A quiet chuckle was her only immediate response to his taunts, an obvious bid for her to attack recklessly and without abandon. All Keira could do was laugh, for a time, finding amusement in the fact that he would point fingers without looking at himself first. They were the same. Perhaps not exactly so, but each resembled the other enough to make most any accusation true for them both. A pity that he couldn't see that just as well. Eventually she managed to compose herself, merely shaking her head, still wearing that crooked smile. "You're just like me. Can't you tell? We're the same, Connor. Maybe not down to the letter, but there are more similarities than differences. So when you point your finger at me, remember that what goes around comes around. You are me, and I am you." Such was the reason she found nothing but humor in his taunts.

Still, he'd wanted her to attack, and she wouldn't go so far as to decline. Once more she would press the offensive, not allowing her movements to slow by any amount, forgoing any impressive feats of strength in favor of speed and maneuverability. No outstanding moves would be made, and she would keep up with what was a basic attack sequence, one intended to overwhelm an opponent if utilized in just the right manner. But she knew a Jedi Master would be the last person to succumb to such a ploy, and didn't doubt that he would bounce back with his own counter in due time. This was merely a game of sorts the two were playing at, poking and prodding at each other until one of them finally cracked. A most dangerous game, but the two of them were dangerous people. There wasn't much else more fitting.

Just as she'd done before she broke off in the middle of the sequence, letting her blade fly just as soon as she stepped back. It was a distraction more than anything, the arc of the blade controlled in a manner that would take it toward his legs, pulling back before any damage could be done and returning to her hand. In a way it was her own taunt of the non-verbal sort, a demonstration of her capabilities that at the same time showed him she wasn't afraid of anything he was capable of. That by itself made her a danger to her own well-being, as she saw no reason why her provocation would injure her in any sense. After all, half the fun was to get a rise out of another and see just how far they would go if pushed past their limits. That was half the fun of battle, after all.

"Why don't you take the initiative, for once?" Slowly she walked about him again, expecting him to do nothing less than follow her just as he'd done so before, the both of them reminiscent to two predators feeling each other out. Each was scrutinizing the other for any weaknesses, each short attack made an attempt to test the other's mettle. A rather impromptu way to go about things, but this was what the both of them knew and were comfortable with. "Attack me, c'mon. Don't hold back. I don't want you to." Self-destructive and overconfident all at once. Capable of holding her own and yet wanting him to crack and do what he could to hurt her. As twisted as it might have seemed to others, this was what was fun for her. Slowly the tip of her blade strayed to level with his throat once more, despite the distance between them. "Go on. Hit me like a man."

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Objective: A
Location: Citadel Walls
Allies: Primeval and Allies
Enemies: Silver Jedi, Jedi


It did not take long for the Sith Lord to make it to the Citadel. Kentarch however did not take a direct approach. He avoided the main entrance to the great fortress and found a side passage. Meeting no resistance he was able to slide through the citadel's outer-defenses quickly and quietly. Then he would tear the Jedi apart from the inside, with his numerous stealth techniques such a feat would not be difficult. As he passed through the outer-walls however, he felt something in the force. Subtle and unnoticed. A tremor that gripped Kentarch to his core. A warning perhaps? Clear your mind, push on. He reminded himself. Still invisible the Sith moved into one of the outer corridors of the citadel. Despite being concealed, he still moved from pillar to pillar and cover to cover, keeping an eye out for any who had the ability to spot him or see through his force cloak.

(Stats are... Pretty much the same as this guy but on the opposing side)


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"Going somewhere?"

[member="Darth Kentarch"] would find that subtle source rather quickly when a voice rang out. A cloaked figure was leaning on one of the pillars, arms folded, a small smirk crossing his lips from under the hood.

"I can see you, I've been up here all day focusing on my senses alone in case someone like you were to try and sneak in. To be honest, I was getting kind of bored - how kind of you to drop in!" The figure would chirp as he removed his hood. It was Jedi Master Joshua DragonsFlame, a man who many thought would never fight in a war or participate in a planetary invasion again. The former Grandmaster of the Jedi Order stared a hole through Darth Kentarch, cracking his neck as if just casually waiting for his attack.

Truth be told, Josh still wasn't one for needless bloodshed. But the Silver Jedi, or, whatever they were called now, had given him a shelter and a place to go, a place to study and meditate, when they didn't have to. The least he could do was defend them just this once. Even if it involved staying hidden and making sure people like this Sith Lord didn't sneak in. He wasn't going to go in charging and killing every soldier in sight. The Sanctum could do that. But he knew the higher threats would try to sneak in, unharmed, up here eventually... It was just a matter of time. This, he could do.

His grip on his lightsaber was tight, just waiting for the Sith Lord to strike. "So, you're here. You can turn off your silly little cloak now... And I'm here. What're we going to do about it?" The Jedi Master would inquire cheekily, just waiting, patiently waiting... Anticipating. His breath heavied just a little, he could feel something within him just itching for a fight. What was it, exactly? He didn't know. But something in him didn't want Kentarch to keep him waiting for long...

 

[Isabella Denko]

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

Even though Izzy wasn't a fighter she had been learning from a clan of witches. The basics at first of course which would lead to more. She found that this knowledge was going to assist her when it came to achieving her goals. Luckily for Isabella had paid attention in potion class with her mother so the young girl had that under her belt. Everything else was coming rather easily.

As someone, she didn't know which side, fell Izzy jumped and scurried away faster towards the temple. She was in hopes not to come across any Masters or really avoid all people and go raid the archives. Her first real fight shouldn't be a master.

The young girl jumped again as a big crash was heard turning to find someone coming towards her. Mummering a few words she cast a fog so that she could blind them and get away. Spells came in handy at times.

Getting closer to the temple she found it guarded by Jedi and Mando's or at least that was what they looked like. In school she learned that Mandalorian's were nothing to tangle with and now after the taking of Wayland were out for blood! Izzy wanted to avoid him at all costs and while she was doing that ran into something causing her to fall back on her butt.