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

[Catalys Maijora]

Objective: B
Location: Running after somebody.
Allies: [member="Condor"]
Enemies: [member="Karen Roberts"]
Gear: The Incapacitator | Heavy Pistols x2 | Taser Blade | RDI Smartpack w/ Pistols x2 | Armour

Catalys was caught off guard, the twelve meter cone from his rifle missed. More than that, she quickly stirred up the debris to blind him; sort of. Sure most of his visuals were gone, but an Umbaran could always sense when someone was there... Whether it was their heat signature, or merely their will as a sentient.

He knew enough to sense where she was going, and with that the Exemplar took off in a sprint after her. Of course he didn't have the force's added edge to improve his speed or stamina but being an Exemplar for nearly two decades kept one on their toes.

He didn't even look when he jumped, the shock absorption in his armour was designed for a maximum of 8 meter falls and he couldn't really roll on impact. With most of the shock absorbed, the extra jolt made him stumble forward as he pushed off the snowy ground with his hand. Catching his balance, Catalys didn't run towards the barracks directly. Instead he banked around, using fallen debris and architecture in the courtyard to shield himself.

Hopefully Condor was on The Primeval's encrypted frequency, "Read me, flyboy?" He didn't wait for an answer, "I'm going to try and flank her, but you need to draw her attention."

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: B
Location: Drifting on the Currents
Allies: The Primeval | [member="Lucianus Adair"]
Enemies: Silver Sanctum Coalition | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] and [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Gear: The Force
Music: Hood Musichttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TptGx8QrqrY

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Where had Jared Ovmar disappeared to?

It was a question on the minds of a lot of his old contemporaries - the men and women who had stood with him, against him and generally been there during his own personal… journey towards self-development and eventual absence.

Quite so, Adair. Sometimes I truly wonder what just… goes through their mind. the old Lord ‘replied’ with a smirk. Assimilating an old world filled with darkness, but to what end? What is there here for them, except death, decay and a quick turn to the Dark side?

A strange choice to be sure, but perhaps there had been an inherent strategy, a plan that simply wasn’t known to them… wouldn’t be the first time Ovmar had been surprised by those he considered fools.

Probably wouldn’t be the last.

Jared sniffed in the air, feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over him. Something, or rather someone was coming and he felt the chim from the Force.

Today would be a turning point of sorts.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: A
Location: Citadel entrance
Allies: Primeval and allies
Enemies: [member="Kha'ro"]
Gear: Standard dark robes and Red Blade saber.


As the drop ship neared the the Citadel the pilot radio'd back to Vengeance his voice laced with fear. Popping up to the cockpit Vengeance looked out and chuckled seeing the massive beast. He placed a reassuring hand on the pilot's shoulders.

"Seems we are definitely late to the party." "Circle around to the right give it a wide berth we will come in from the north." "Watch for enemy fire just encase they are not all focused on the beast."

The pilot swallowed hard but followed Vengeance's advice more than happy to not have been ordered to try and tangle with the beast. Once the ship was in position Vengeance nodded to the pilot.

"Once everyone is clear get back to orbit." "Coordinate with the other ships to provide air support."

Igniting his saber Vengeance walked over to the ramp seemingly just stepping out into the clouds. When he landed his knees were slightly bent cushioning the impact of the 30 foot drop. He turned giving one last look at the beast before turning towards the Citadel in a dead run.

It was time to kill, and conquer. Whomever had unleashed the beast was sure to have permeated fear through out the grounds and that suited Vengeance just fine.

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective: B
Location: Entering the gates of the Orbital Command Center
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: [member="Maya Whitelight"] (dueling)
Gear: Chain-sickle, Primeval Advanced Agent Tactical Armor, Lightsaber

As the pink-skinned Jedi Master tried to convince the Spellweaver of taking a different, more peaceful path, Perla began to laugh, an unsettling guttural sound influenced by the power of the Fanged God. Amused and chuckling still, she listened to this bearer of light extol the Jedi Way. Her chain-sickle whirred menacingly above her, and the Dathomir exile walked slowly closer, within range of hitting her opponent.

“If you are seeking the enemy, I’m here. Right in front of you,” Perla shot back with her own telepathic thoughts. "This is a new dawn, Jedi! One in which your kind does not exist. At least not on Ziost.”

If the Zeltron wanted conversation, she would get it. The Spellweaver who could command rancors to kneel and raise corpses from their shallow graves, had more to say. This time it was said with her own voice.

“The Daugthers of Allya banished me for my transgressions. I know no other path than violence and death,” she snarled.

Lunging forward and with Force augmentation, Perla cast the scythe of the chain-sickle at the placid Zeltron, aiming straight for her neck, attempting to behead her in one fell swoop.

 

[Chastity Lunelle]

Objective: A
Location: Ground floor of the Citadel
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"], Silver Sanctum Coalition
Enemies: [member="Kuryr"], Primeval
Gear:
Chastity’s custom armor
Lightsaber
HK-45 Heavy Blaster Pistol

Chastity's blue plasma blade sizzled as it swiped the alien's ridged grey flesh. It wasn't a direct hit, but enough to warm her up her confidence with a few more rays of hope. Using the Force to help her meet the moves of his dance, her body twisted away from his next pistol shot. It wasn't enough. A slug found her and struck her again, on the same side, an indirect hit, but enough to blow her backwards again. A glance down showed her a yawning hole in her armor right underneath her left breast. Burnt armorweave and blood showed through the exposure, accompanied by the putrid smell of her singed flesh. The sounds of battle howled throughout the Citadel and the roar of a great beast pierced through the flurries of snow outside. Panic threatened to overtake the Padawan again, but Chastity bludgeoned it back down with her will. She was a Jedi and would not cower.

Chastity knew she had to disarm him, but how? With his armor, he was an impenetrable tank. She remembered during her training at the Temple on Voss, that the joints of the armor were the most vulnerable places to hit. Remember the words of your Master. Don't think. Trust the Force. She let the Light Side flow and swell within her, like a gentle sea. Rushing him again she swung her saber with as much strength as she could, up into an arc that aimed for the joint right at the slaver's armpit, where the chest piece met the arm piece. She attacked his pistol arm, which would hopefully make it difficult for the foul beast to fire off another slug.

If the attack connected, she would follow up with another telekinetic push to keep pressing at him so that she could strike again. Force only knew if she would be successful with either strike.

 

[Keira Priest]

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

Pain was something Keira had experienced before, frequently and in abundance. It had become so regular in some instances as to be counted among one of the many unalterable facts of life. And so she had adapted to it, allowing it to help rather than harm her, treating it as something to fuel her ability rather than take away from her capabilities. Somehow, this time was different. The arcs of green lightning elicited a burning pain experienced only once before, the only thing coming to end it being the blunt force of an armored shoulder to the center of her chest. Both attacks in succession were perfectly capable of and had achieved the intended goal of both disarming and incapacitating her for the time being. A well-executed series of strikes, and one she would have been able to appreciate had they not been inflicted on her.

The shock allowed her to do nothing more than lie there in the moments that passed, her breathing and the roar of her heartbeat in her ears the only sound. Finally she moved, pushing herself to one knee, wincing at a familiar sharp pain that flashed through her chest. Skrag. So she had broken a rib, as she'd anticipated. That seemed to be the only true debilitating injury. The rest of it she was capable of working through and around, ignoring the minor injuries that pained her and pushing them to the back of her mind until this fight was ended. Taking a breath she made her way entirely to her feet, a brief wave of dizziness overtaking her. Blinking it away, her gaze slowly focused once more on the man in front of her. For all that he had done he seemed uninjured, but outwardly, so did she. None were to say what was going on inside.

No words found her lips, her only retort manifesting itself in the hilt of her saber flying into her hand. The blade remained extinguished, the act one of measured defiance rather than anything explicitly violent. For once in her life she wouldn't lash out explosively, instead studying her opponent with a newfound respect born out of nothing more than this single demonstration of his power. If there was one way to gain her momentary respect, it was through displays such as this. Anything less wouldn't suffice, as she'd learned early on that words meant little to nothing when compared with the action manifested behind them. And it seemed that he'd finally learned that, after all of the time wasted previously. This was the fight she had been looking for from the beginning, one of the more physical sort. A battle with words was secondary, if that.

Reaching up with one hand, she could feel blood sticky on the side of her head, likely due to the previous impact with the icy ground. That she hadn't been immediately knocked unconscious was a miracle in and of itself. Her hand fell to her side stained crimson, and she focused on her breathing for a few short seconds. "Saved?" Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, a tone of disbelief underlying that single word. "Why bother?" It was something she truly couldn't fathom. In her life, giving one's enemy time to strike such as he was doing right now proved to be only detrimental to oneself. That he allowed it so readily meant he was more than certain in his skill. That he wanted to redeem her was something even further from her mind. Never had anyone offered to truly help her. Attempting to kill her was nothing new, but saving her was entirely strange.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: A - Come in Like a Wrecking Ball
Location: The Sith Citadel
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: Silver Jedi & Company | [member="Romeo Sin"]
Gear: The Soulsaber | Obsidian Armor | The Gulandi Friendship Brigade

Breaking into a Sith Citadel was no easy task. It required planning and a large amount of cunning. Arriving ahead of the invasion, scaling the walls, and slipping inside under a Force Cloak would have been one way. Landing miles away and traversing a sewage system to break into the citadel from underneath would have been another. There was also the more time-honored tactics, like breaking the gate down and swarming over the defenders, that could be utilized. Adekos, however, had a better idea. Instead of under or through, he would be going over.

Well, perhaps through would have been more accurate. Through the ceiling.

Drop pods descended from the sky in an unholy barrage of titanium pods. Their target was the citadel, but the business of utilizing them was far from accurate or precise. Many would fall off-course. Some would miss the citadel entirely, perhaps colliding with allied soldiers and causing general disarray among the ranks. Others would burn up in atmosphere or be destroyed by enemy countermeasures. Anti-aircraft, starfighters, perhaps someone with a rocket launcher... It hardly mattered. Decoy pods were deployed to minimize those sorts of casualties, but they were still inevitable. That was not even counting the pods that malfunctioned and burned up during entry. Adekos did not need particularly many soldiers for where he was going anyway.

While the walls and gate were highly reinforced and lined with soldiers, the roof was a different matter. Perhaps it was lightly shielded against orbital strikes and bombs, perhaps some snipers had taken up residence, but it was too little to stop the coming storm. There were few things that could stop a few solid titanium pods falling at terminal velocity through the roof of an ancient Sith fortress, after all. For a great while, the hall that Romeo Sin had elected to fortify his position within was quiet. The only sounds that reached them were the muffled commotion from outside, slowly getting closer, but it was still a long way off.

Then the first pod broke through the ceiling, the stone structure doing little to slow it down. It smashed directly into the center of the room, right on top of the F-Web emplacement- crushing the gun and its operators underneath without issue. This was immediately followed by the next six pods, which crashed through the ceiling in a similar matter but still scattered around the room. Some of them crushed hapless Drakons beneath them, turning them into an unrecognizable paste of flesh and armor bits. Moonlight streamed in from the holes opened in the ceiling. Meanwhile, the infrared vision the Drakons had switched to was obscured by the waves of heat coming from the exterior of the pods. As it turned out, atmospheric entry via free fall was a pretty heated business. This left the Drakons momentarily blinded as the doors burst off of the pods and a dozen or so Gulandi Warriors exited, disruptor rifles and Amphistaffs ready to slaughter.

Adekos didn't typically like Vong, but they were the best the Primeval had. More than a match for this allegedly elite unit that no one had ever heard of.

While the Gulandi set about massacring the Drakons, the pod that had crushed the F-Web emplacement and narrowly missed Romeo Sin burst open as well. The door flung itself off entirely, and the robed form of Adekos stepped out. Appearances were deceiving, of course, as underneath the more casual dark attire he wore was armor unique to the Techno Union's Obsidian Order. In one hand was a peculiar jet black lightsaber with a bronze dragon coiled around its hilt. Already its miasma could be felt by the Drakons, weakening their minds and saddening their hearts. Romeo Sin would be less effected by it, being a Dark Sider himself. As Adekos stepped off, his pod and the others began to belch out floodlights. It was common for pods to be fitted with them for insertions when night had fallen. It tended to disorient the enemy greatly, although now it just made killing Drakons easier for the Gulandi Warriors.

Adekos' masked gaze fell on Romeo. What a queer get-up this man had on. "You have got to be the ugliest little girl I've ever seen."

His lightsaber activated with the traditional snap-hiss, a virulent purple blade springing forth from the maw of the dragon. Rage and bloodlust seared through his mind at the moment of the saber's activation. But it was still Adekos in control, and he wanted this whelp to move first.

 

[Nima Tann]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the Walls
Allies: Silver Sanctum Coalition, Ice
Enemies: Primeval, [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Loxa Visl"]
Gear: Lightsaber with meditation crystal, Armored Light Jedi Robes

She didn't know why, but the calm in the woman's voice when she said her name gave her chills, the same kind where someone makes a hot object touch your skin and the feeling of the area it touched, hard to explain but it was there. And the other woman continued her silence, almost ignoring her requests to talk. She sighed, it wasn't going to be that easy, she already sensed it, but also she was against two strong women it seemed, and dark. As she coninued to examine the duo, preparing herself for an attack, suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her head, and it started to burn. She held the back of her head as a reflex and looked sharply to her enemies and saw the woman with a strange book was mumbling something. Didn't expect a mental attack first, she couldn't bring up her defenses. She knew it was a mental attack since her experiences with Master [member="Aika Kawakami"] in their training of reading minds, it hurt the same as this.

Crack... crack... crack...

It was like the ground was shaking, and some kind of ivy was ascending from it. It wasn't real, was it? It felt real, that was for sure as the ivy started wrapping itself in Nima's feet and continued to grow. Was it real? Confusion taking over her mind, as a reflex she finally took her lightsaber and activated it, a satisfactory hiss followed afterwards and cut(?) the growing ivy from her feet, also started to close every window and door of her mind to her mental attacks, she'd let the woman attack first but she wasn't going to let her do another, and only way to do that was to defeat them both, fast. "The hard way, then." She wasn't talking to them, instead this time to herself. And gave a signal to her companion to attack the other woman, and the other one, the darker one, hers. She was going to pay for messing with her head. Both started to run to their enemies as Nima continued to cut the ivy as they continued to grow, also letting out a battle scream. That always helped her concentrate on her enemies easily.

OOC:

Spoiler

Nima thinks this attack as both mental and physical so even the ivy isn't real she tries to cut them before they wrap around her body

 

[Kha'ro Ottosuki]

Objective: A
Location: At the citadel
Allies: Silver Sanctum.
Enemies: The primeval, [member="Vengeance"]
Gear: Blue lightsabers.
Jedi robes.


Kha'ro continued slowly moving forward, ready to defend against a sudden strike. He heard his masters words in his head, he remembered that battlemind could corrupt. He had to use it, this was no joke, this was going to be a serious battle, both sides had a risk of dying. He had to do it. He was filled with new-found power as the concentration and focus of battlemind shot through his body.

He decided that he was trying too hard not to hurt the enemies. He expected they would be more powerful than him. He upped the intensity of his sabers, they would now cause serious burns and some cuts; he had to have it at a setting where it would hurt, this was perfect. He went into a miniature meditation for a moment to enhance his accuracy by clearing his mind. He could do this just as well as an enemy could.

He was staying on the defensive, waiting for somebody to attack him before he attacked them. He mumbled to himself, "Criff, knew I should've prepared more, maybe with a battle meditation." He would continue moving forward, picking up his pace.

 

[Condor]

Objective: B
Location: Putting the "mess" in Mess hall at this point
Allies: [member="Catalys Maijora"]
Enemies: [member="Karen Roberts"]
Post: NEIN!
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Between his salvo of bolts and his newfound ally's shotgun barrage, he was sure the Jedi would be nothing but a smoldering pile of ashes by the time the smoke cleared, but once again he underestimated her strength. He could see a couple blue flashes where her lightsabers were, and he caught a glimpse of her running out of the mess hall, seeing only her blue hair through the smoke. Her choice was to run. Interesting. She would see just how hard it is to run from him, even if he did have a few scrapes. He didn't bother immediately chasing after her. He had to reload his rifle first, and sacrificing more of his undershirt to try to patch up the gash in his calf was also a higher priority. Boy would he need a long dip in the bacta tank after this.

As he looked up, he saw his friend jump out of the mess hall as well, as well as the man stumbling after the fall. With his leg in this condition, there was no way Condor was jumping out that easily. Jetpack or nothing. He blinked in surprise as his ally spoke through the comlink he forgot he had. Wearily, he listened to the orders before scowling and begrudgingly getting up. First "Prime" and now "Flyboy." He had a name. He had a nickname. Either of the two would be just fine and dandy, but nooo, everybody had to come up with some name to call him instead of bothering to learn his real one. It was very inconsiderate. Still, it was better to not waste time pouting over something so trivial, so he leaned closer to his comlink and replied, "Wilco*" before activating his jetpack, switching to his pistols, and following the other combatants out of the Mess Hall.

His goal was to distract the Jedi, so his best bet was to just throw some presents into the barracks rather than engage her directly. It was awful hard to dodge things in midair, so if she still had that nasty disruptor rifle he didn't want to be going face to face with her. Instead, he landed just outside of the barracks, around the corner from the opening, and readied a grenade. Rather than letting it cook in his hand, the delay was about three seconds anyway, he used threw the grenade at an angle, giving it a sideways spin so it would appear to be going straight. Instead, it took an odd bounce into the barracks, and he rolled away just as the explosion went off, hoping to have hit the Jedi.



*Wilco=will comply

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Objective: Taking a tour of the Citadel! (A)
Location: PARTAY ZONE! (Inside the citadel)
Allies: I'm dancing, and dancing with [member="Mishk"]! (Primeval)
Enemies: Oh look, I and Mishk have found a dancing partner ! ([member="Taeli Raaf"])
Gear: Oh, well you see here I've got my hands, my Throne, my whip, my Lovey! , and a secret surprise!

Spoiler

My whip is something I've used since day one, a six 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.

Zambrano watched with tantalized eyes as the Jedi sprung into action, using acrobatics to wrap his force guided whip to wrap around her gauntlet instead, pulling upon the six meter length of it against his grip, before decapitating the head of the metaphorical snake with her unique violet blades. In another instant, while his Apprentice unleashed his new skills upon his opponent, much to his pride, the sick woman unleashed a power of her own to knock away the tiny Jawa. As the Hutt pulled the remaining five meters of whip away from the woman, his apprentice climbed back to his aid, asking for sustenance.

Unfortunately for poor dear Mishk, he was too busy to pay attention to his smaller needs, and was instead trying to make a snack of his own out of his opponent. Thus in response to his question, this is what his beloved dark worship would say:

"Say dearest, do you think our friend looks a little pale? A bit green, perhaps? I do, I think something might be churning her stomach..." With a Hutt like cackle, the Jedi woman would likely begin to hear her own beating heart... cycling fluids in... cycling fluids out... that constant unending thumping noise pounding in her ears... the sloshing of fluids within her own stomach and intestines, the thousands of tiny micro-tunnels riddled throughout her entire flesh... she would feel all of them. This unending cycle of life, this maddening, sickening cycle of fluid movements, every noise, every nerve exposed to this sloshing sensation that was produced from within her, would echo in her mind and muscles as this nausea was generated from within her... to fragment her defenses to allow more debilitating and distracting methods of the force to be used on her.

"Here, let my friend, give you hand!" Another amused giggling erupted from the massive slugs stomach, as his hand sprung forth to send a broken body upon his throne to the ground, before being lifted up through the force, to clumsily float and march towards the woman, with a hand outstretched to her in its corpse-rigged grasp, mouth agaped as if screaming for help... or attempting to snatch a bite out of her. The eyes... white and milky, where permanently fixated upwards, giving further the impression of pain, suffering, and screaming. Coagulated blood riddled the near-naked form, and a near-black ooze seemed to drip from new tears in its soft and malleable flesh.

His eyes, bemused by the events unfolding, glowed in a golden brilliance in the center of this circus like hilarity.

 

[Jsc]

Obj: B
Location: Exiting Barracks, ODCC
Allies: 0
Vs: [member="Condor"] [member="Catalys Maijora"] p10

As Condor rolled, Karen came out. The grenade slipped in the double doors behind her, they closed, and went off. Bang. Blowing up the trash can, the front lockers, and the overhead heat vent that kept the windows from freezing over with moisture. As the glass shards spread out across the courtyard at her rapidly shuffling feet, she kinda figured they wouldn't be needing that heater anymore, anyways. Poor Barracks. No. Poor ODCC. Ugh.

Bullet time.

Step one. Exit building. Step two. Easy. Looking at and approaching Catalys, she snapped shots at Condor to a steady beat with her right arm held level to the ground. Snap, snap, snap, snap. She didn't need to see him. That wasn't how Jedi needed to fight. Just keep the rhythm. Snap, snap, snap, snap. ...Step two continued. Still looking at Catalys, she pointed with her free left hand. Two fingers lashed out and the ground cracked, stirred, and swirled. The snow shifted violently and the frost became a gust. Lashing out at him. Charging and leaping. As if some invisible force was racing across the courtyard like a bat out of Hell. Bang. To his left, two crates were torn aside. Rip. To his right a banner was torn clean off it's pole. ...Then, the push wave came for him too.

And right behind that gusting onslaught was a Jedi Master. Close at ten meters. Crouching low in anticipation of what leaping heavenly thunder she would unleash next. ...Return Condor. Yep. Still shooting at him. Snap, snap, snap. Then hold. No trigger. Time for Step Three,

Smile. Ten shots left. Center countyard. Eyes on me.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the Citadel walls
Allies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"] (Padawan) | Silver Sanctum & allies
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] (claimed)
Unique Gear: Combat Armour | Lightsaber

Hitting against Keira was effortless; Connor could have gone over with her but stopped as soon as his opponent fell back with a satisfying jolt. As she fell back, his lightsaber blade continued to hum, he wasn't about to lower his defenses anytime soon. For too long he'd fought with words and taunts, and for too long he'd lost in trying to hurt himself to prove a point. Now, he had a duty as a Master. Not just to himself, but to the millions of others in the galaxy like Keira. Like Chastity. Like Syala...like the others he had hurt, but now needed to protect.

Syala would be proud of him. Salvation would find a way.

He breathed out a long breath as he watched Keria wince in pain, find her footing and stand. She was injured, and bloodied, but she was still the enemy of the forces that had invaded Ziost. Had it been another Jedi, a Padawan or Knight, she would have killed them to do what was asked of her.

Connor looked at her and held his blade behind his back, angled down, ready to bring up hard to take her head or deflect a wild blow.

Do not hesitate. His left hand was ready to summon the Force, held out in front.

"You can die today, worthless and bitter nothing but yourself and blame the entire galaxy."

Show no mercy. Nobody else would. Nobody except Connor. His blue eyes were commanding and met her amber irises.

"Or take a chance to unleash the real you and use it for good - like I'm doing. Admittedly, just a little off track from the rest of them. But our kind don't stick to rules all the time, do we Keira."

A curl formed on his lips, a knowing smile that hinted he was ready for anything and, for the first time, felt in complete control.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

Enemy: [member="Darth Atrophia"]
Ally: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Location: Random Field 284 near Objective B.
Theme: A deep and meaningful theme:

Spoiler

Needless to say, Nantaris was pleased to see Siobhan Kerrigan join in the fight. If this was an MMO (and it certainly felt like one), Siobhan would be the DPS with the level 60 gear who had 5,000 warzone commendations.
Nantaris by comparison was...a tank? Probably. But he had whatever gear his cheap-ass player had managed to scrounge in the campaign so far, and whilst effective, didn't have the same panache.

The Sith Lord's Waves of Darkness was a confusing move. He had been expecting lightning...or possibly choking.

However, the waves of hatred and darkness could not fail to have an effect. Nantaris was far from a Light paragon, and sometimes he did things which might be considered a little...unfortunate.
The tide washed over him, and though he was certain that it was having no effect on him, it was more subtle than he felt. He began to get angry. This Sith Lord was standing there threatening his friend. He'd already moved faction twice, and he wasn't going to do it a third time!
The green blade of his lightsabre ignited, glowing in the shadows. The pain of the concentrated Dark Side energy was terrible, burning him, and driving his focus onward to a concentrated point. All he saw was the presence of the Sith Lord and he knew what had to be done.

Calling on the Force he leapt into the air, unleashing a roaring cheer as he leapt, bringing the lightsabre over his head to land and cleave the Sith Lord from cowl to robe, straight down the middle. Failing that, he would unleash an onslaught of angry lightsabre attacks which would try and chop up Darth Apostrophe into little bits....

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Enemy: [member="Darth Atrophia"]
Ally: [member="Valiens Nantaris"]
Location: orbital, not orbital station. B.


Siobhan ceased firing with her bolter when the Sith began frying the bolts with blasts of lightning. One might note that the aforementioned bolts had a casualty radius of two metres, and a radius of six metres in which one could still be injured by blast and shrapnel. With the Sith getting closer, the minimum range was uncomfortable and so the Countess stopped shooting. Some shards of shrapnel peppered Siobhan due to premature detonations, but fortunately she was wearing beskar'gam.


Her armour held under the pressure, she trembled slightly as she caught the edge of the blast, but anchored herself to the ground. Cold eyes remained affixed upon the Sith when she unleashed her anger and hatred in waves of raw power. Siobhan was far from a master empath, but there was something else she sensed in the Sith...something she could not quite place. There was an emptiness, a nothingness like a fathomless void...oblivion. If Siobhan had been the light sided paragon sort, maybe she would have tried to reach out to her opponent and give a speech about how she could turn away from her path. However, as has been said, Siobhan was no Jedi. Or even light sided. Hence the sig.


Suddenly the sky darkened under the dark influence of the Sith and there was a loud thunder, like the roar of a wrathful god. Hundreds of voices could be heard screaming in intense agony and the power of the Light felt smothered as darkness descended. Key point being the light, for that was a force Siobhan did not draw upon. Voices tried to claw at her and eat away at her sanity and her mind reeled under the onslaught, but she grit her teeth and focused as the insidious power worked its magic. After what she had been through and the training she had received to counter such influence, this would not faze her. By contrast, the Light would have roasted her.


What the Waves of Darkness did accomplish was heighten her rage as she fed upon the dark, allowing her aggression to take over even more. Cold rage and power built up inside her, a miasma of the Dark Side. The dark power was like a fountain and she greedily drank from it. She would not deny the siren call for violence. In the face of the darkness she became the eye in the storm, having drunk from the fountains of rage.


Concentration was evident over her features as she focused, visualising the Sith's chest. Nantaris was charging, which provided a useful distraction. Her aggression was harnessed into her her telekinetic willpower and she unleashed it upon a lung, trying to crush it with her titanic might. Her power was like a massive hammer that would repeatedly bash against the Sith's lung until it would hopefully have been collapsed. While it would not kill her, it would be extremely painful and make breathing very difficult.

 

[Keira Priest]

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

Taking a breath, Keira gathered the Force within her core, reminiscent of how she'd gathered energy for her attacks previously. But unlike the more violent strikes, this time she slowly let it bleed from her form, a sort of ethereal sigh. Not a complete surrender just yet, but rather a signal that she wouldn't be so quick to violence this time. More time would be given to carefully consider the consequences of her actions, something entirely unnatural for her. Typically she was a wholly impulsive individual, relying on her instinct and first impressions when it came to taking any sort of action. That any amount of careful thought would be given to her actions on the battlefield was a strange impression even for her. But all that he had to say resounded somewhere within her. For once, someone was offering her a chance.

This was what had been needed from the beginning. All that had been required to redeem her was for someone to give her a chance, however small, to find herself again. Before in her life she had been thrust into unpleasant circumstances and subsequently relieved of them with not a moment allowed to recover. Instead she had been forced to adapt, whether to her new mental state or strange surroundings, oftentimes both. There had been few people alongside her in this journey that consistently stood by her through every trial and tribulation. And those that had had left in short order, leaving her alone once more. Once again adaptation had been forced upon her, producing the person she was that currently stood on this icy battleground. A chance was all that was necessary. And now she was being granted one.

"I told you the last time we crossed paths that I was tired of fighting." And she was. Being required to fight for her life at every turn was a situation that quickly became redundant and entirely exhausting given a long enough passage of time. For her own part, that time had come and passed two years ago. At this point it seemed as if she was living to pass the time and nothing more. The only time that feeling was dulled was when she was in combat, but even that minute relief was fleeting. Similar to any kind of addiction, she required a higher dosage each time in order to reach the same high. In her case, that dosage contained an increased sort of danger and threat to her life and well-being. "That was two years ago or more. I'm tired of this. Tired of the battlefields, of the constant meaningless battles. It feels pointless." This was the only one, other than Cryax, that she had spoken so freely to.

Her blade was once more hooked at her right hip, another sign that she was perhaps not entirely herself. That was only half true. In some sense she was more self-aware than she had been in the past. For once, she was almost entirely certain of all that she wanted. And right now, she wanted to escape from the dark for good. But she knew it wouldn't be easy. Nothing ever was, in her life, nor would it ever be. Redemption wasn't an easy path to tread, but she knew that it would be one of the few worthwhile ones she had walked in her life. Her eyes held his, her gaze unwavering despite the self-doubting thoughts that were currently plaguing her mind. This was the farthest from self-confident she'd been in ages. But it seemed that this time being vulnerable wouldn't be an entirely bad thing. "I want out."

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the Citadel walls
Allies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"] (Padawan) | Silver Sanctum & allies
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] (claimed)
Unique Gear: Combat Armour | Lightsaber

Connor's fingers flexed on his hilt. The armour rubbed slightly over his arms as he shifted his grip, but kept the blue blade alive regardless of Keria's words. She was still an enemy, looking for a way out either to kill him or redeem herself. Taking words on face value had cost lives before, and Connor saw the faces that had fallen because of him every day - Iella and Sochi the most.

He didn't move as she composed herself and lowered her Force aura slightly. As she did, light caught his eyes for a second towards the upper floors of the Citadel. Battles were raging inside; allies engaging in combat. And above, the fighters held back invading dropships as best they could. He focused back on this Dark Jedi, agent of the Primeval.

"Keira, I will have no trouble in killing you and helping you find peace."

With a second's hesitation, he killed the blade, and fluidly hooked it onto his belt as his posture relaxed and he held out his left hand, a few stray light snowflakes landing and melting on his skin. His gauntlets, however, were ready.

"Hand me your blade. Trust me, and I will help you find your way. I will find your purpose. I will find your something to fight for, not against."

He took a step forward, hand out, taking the biggest gamble he could think about. Trust in the Force. Corvus's words still echoed in his head at moments when he found himself most vulnerable.

 

[Thessa Kai]

Location: B as in babe
Objective: B – Leaving Command Center.
Allies: [member="Judah Dashiell"] and Silvers
Enemies: [member="Kiran Vess"]

The snub-nosed fighter rumbled to life as pre-flight checks were completed. More reports about an attack crackled through her headset. Scale-speckled hands patched in a secured channel to Judah as she lifted free from the Command Center and hovered in the area. Systems were set to see any heat signatures and life signs in surrounding the Command Center.

Iced-azure gaze looked between the readouts and the orange-tinted canopy at the surrounding cliffs.

"Mister Dashiell. This is Sirena. I hope you left our son at home. Ready for some old time nostalgia? I need you to cover my six, over."

A flash lit up the cliffs in the distance and she pushed the fighter toward the area, preparing for a strafing run.

"You see that on those cliffs?"

Hopefully she wasn't getting Mommy Brain and losing her mind. If her hunch was right and it was a sniper, she and Judah might be forced to land and confront on foot....if they couldn't get the target on the strafing run. Either way, things were about to get exciting for whoever was on the ground and shooting fish in the barrel on the base.

 

[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


The young jedi's movements were slow again and she took another of the acidic slugs to her chest armor. He could see the hole that the the acid was eating through her armor, it would be a matter of time before the acid began to eat it's way through her skin. He wondered how long she would be able to fight before the world began to be too painful to continue. The roar of a monster of some kind echoed throughout the building, he was certain that it was brought by someone from the attacking side. The defenders were far too noble to use a monster to defend their gates, no matter how desperate the situation. They were far too honorable and just to allow monsters to fight for them, so they fought against the monsters, even if they didn't understand them enough to know they were monsters as well.

Quick movements from his foe drew his attention, she was moving in for another strong strike, something she should know better than to do. He raised his arm and fired off another wild shot aimed in her direction. He had just enough time to wrap himself into the force and dodge away before her attack was on him. Had he been a heart beat slower, he would be dead. Her follow up attack was much weaker than he had experienced before, his hastily formed force barrier wasn't enough to stop this attack, but he was more prepared for it and while it did give them separation, he managed to stumble away and keep his footing in the process.

He smiled and raised his pistol to fire and noticed that most of the barrel was gone, sheared away by her lightsaber as he was avoiding the hit. He frowned and dropped the gun noticing for the first time that he was also missing part of his trigger finger. A growl escapes his lips as he sneered at the girl. " You are proving to be troublesome, little one. I shall enjoy breaking you." He reached down and pulled a metal cylinder off of his belt, tapping one toggle a thin length of metal unspooled from the cylinder. He tapped another stud and an electrical current surged up and down the thin strand of metal. He flicked his wrist and snapped the electrically charged whip at her, an evil smile on his face.

It was time to attack her and stop playing coy, with a guttural roar he charged forward, sword high in a strike aimed at her neck, while the whip snapped forward low, attempting to tangle up her legs.

 

[Keira Priest]

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

Trust. A difficult thing to bestow, but so easy to tear to shreds with one misstep. There was no reason why Keira should have put the smallest amount of trust in a man she had been in a life-or-death struggle with mere moments earlier, but she did so anyway. No one-word explanation would sufficiently explain exactly why she felt compelled to do so, but there was something that separated him from those Jedi she had encountered in the past. In him she saw herself mirrored and reflected in an opposing manner that wasn't easily explained away as coincidence. He had suffered as he had, had his trust shattered times over, and still stood straight and true where she had fallen. It was for that reason she let her saber hilt pass from her hand to his, relinquishing the only weapon she had brought with her that day.

This was the most vulnerable position either had found themselves standing in in quite some time. Both were still at odds with each other's positions currently, but some amount of leniency had woven its way into the fabric of things, calming while still somehow managing to set nerves on edge. Residual adrenaline still flowed through her veins, numbing the pain caused by her broken rib for the time being. Her focus was occupied elsewhere, on both Connor himself and the war raging about them. There was still a fight ahead, and she wouldn't be getting out of here as easily as he made it seem. This was the first step on a road of thousands that would lead her to where she could have been all this time, had life not dealt her such a hand and forced her to play with the cards she had, however unfair they might have been.

Quietly she sighed, and her eyes slid shut as she released her hold on the darkness that had sustained her for years, when there had been no other option for survival. It was as if a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and she could finally fill her lungs to full capacity and simply appreciate the beauty of simple existence for what it really was. It was far from a perfect process, as there was still a burn of volatility there that wouldn't be brought under control until time was allowed to pass by her unhindered in peace. For now this was all she could ask for, and it was more than enough in the moment. This was the closest she had been to freedom since her abandonment of the Jedi. When her eyes opened again some of their natural color had begun to bleed through, oceans of a piercing blue surfacing through that smoldering amber.

"I'm sorry, for all that I've done before, and the people I've hurt." And she was being genuine. This was the first time she had looked at her life and all that had transpired in a rational light, and she wasn't sure if she liked all that she saw just yet. What she had become was something her younger self would have feared, but what she was going to metamorphose into was someone she could once again be proud of. Right now, however, they still had something of a battle to fight - together, in some sense - before any of that became even a remotely attainable goal. But it didn't weigh heavy in her heart, that all that she wished to achieve was so far away. No, she was at peace with it. For the first time in her life, something as important as that could wait until those that threatened the lives of others were neutralized. "I'm sorry."