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

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective: A
Location: Inside the Citadel
Allies: SJO
Enemies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Allies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"]
Gear: Vanguard Class Armor
LZR MK II Pistol with stun attachment
Lightsaber

When Setzi emerged from behind the boulder, she shed her cowardice like a snakeskin. She suddenly felt daring as though the presence of the Togruta so close by filled her with a reckless gallantry. There was no reason not to fear him, but she was certain her desire to see him again was pushing her headlong into this sudden boldness. Having had time to reminisce on Selvaris she knew there was something about being around Tanek that made her feel like a wild spirit of the plains and forests rather than this awkward girl trapped in bulky Desh-Terinium plated armor.

“Stop!” she shouted to his approaching guards and immediately ignited her lightsaber. She misunderstood that the Nautolan detail was merely surrounding her so that others could not get in to help her and that the Sith Knight would be the only one allowed near. But she thought they were attacking. By the Eternal Core, I will not be plucked off of Ziost to do Darth Pyrrhus’s bidding. I am not a conquest nor the spoils of war.

“Your soldiers are too close, Tanek,” she said, calling him by the name she originally knew him by, hoping that would defuse the tense situation somewhat. “Call them back.”

But they only made a semi-circle around her and did not appear to advance any further.

And as he came within closer proximity, she felt her own resolve weakening. To have such complex feelings right now. Does it make me a fraudulent Jedi? She should be terrified of the Togruta Knight, but she was not. Her emotions were absolutely ruling every fething square inch of her brain, and she knew that she would be especially susceptible to his powerful Dun Moch if she didn’t pull it together.

She reached out telepathically, but it wasn’t to Darth Pyrrhus. “Chastity, are you close? Are you safe? Please give me a sign that you’re okay.”

By grounding herself to her sister who was engaged in her own terrifying struggle somewhere, helped her recover if only for a minute. But even seconds could buy her precious time in this game of survival.

Still in battle-ready stance with her lightsaber high she said, not sweetly like the lover she had been to him for a night, but with as much vitriol as his most mortal enemy:

“Darth Pyrrhus, take your forces and leave the Citadel grounds.”

Through gritted teeth:

“I command you to leave now!"

 

[Aedan Miles]

Obective: A
Location: Atop the Citadel
Allies: [member="Romeo Sin"] @Thurion Havenshield [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Enemies: Primeval [member="Adekos"]
Gear: Inquistor variant of the X-1 series armor, L3 River Gun, 2 paired lightsabers and his lightsaber pike

Aedan sighed as he looked down upon the swarm of men rushing towards the citadel. He was more than aware as to what was going to be taking place here and while he loved war it annoyed him that they would throw so many people away. He was standing atop the citadel looking down upon the horde absently when he heard a noise. Looking up at a sound the young man smirked seeing drop pods coming towards the citadel closing his eyes the young Dark Jedi Master reached out using telekenisis he threw a pair of pods of target and towards the advancing horde before he watched the rest of them reaching out with the force as he leapt from the building to guide himself on the tail end of the first one smirking as his armor’s shield absorbed the heat from it dispersing it neatly as the young man waited feeling the impact of the building he released his hold on the escape pod and used the force to slow his fall quietly landing atop it as he calmly leaned against his lightsaber pike’s haft watching as the doors burst open all around the area revealing Vong warriors what a nuisance but his men would deal with them. Even as he waited they landed on the floor above and started to rain hell and fury down upon the Vong with their fire arms. Once the door to the escape pod opened and a man stepped out Aedan looked down at him blinking hearing him talk the young pirate leaned down and smirked. “Well that is a horrible way to talk about yourself isn’t it? OH hey Romeo when did you get here?” Smirking Aedan gave his friend a cheery wave as he crouched down lightly atop the escape pod.

 

[Connor Harrison]

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

He felt...strange. As if he had given someone the chance he had been given to be the person he was today. He had found himself in the Force, and acted the way Syala always said he would. A breathless smile crossed his face for a second, and he moved to Keira, still wary, but open and serious in his intention.

Taking her arm, he pulled her gently out of the open to hug the Citadel walls - there was still work to be done either alone or with a new found help...or hindrance. She could still be out to trap him, and for that his defences were still ready to strike into her main artery.

"I can get you off planet in minutes and back to Voss. You can stay there, calm down, find yourself and I will join you when I have finished here and we will get you on the right path."

A distant explosion made them jump slightly, a billowing claw of orange and red rose into the sky in the distance.

"Or, you stay here and help me - help us - repel the Primeval and the Sith, and stop them doing to others what they did to you."

His heart raged a little more as he thought about Chastity inside the Citadel somewhere, and those who would need him more than ever - he had to help them.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Objective: A
Allies: [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]
Enemies: [member="Adekos"]
Equipment: Dual Lightsabers(See Spoilers in sig) Dark Fury Armor(Also See spoiler)
NPCs: Drakon Regiment. (Four dead, fifty surrounding but blinded at the moment, the rest waiting)

The crash nearly hit Romeo, but he was able to move out the way in time before being crushed under the drop pods. Anger, and rage boiled inside Romeo as he watched his loyal men die in seconds from being slammed under tons of weight. Men in armor hopped out the pods, along with a man powerful in the darkside, a Sith no less. Romeo's thoughts had always been, a good Sith, is a dead Sith. But this wasnt the end to the surprise, somehow he could see into the darkness that surrounded Romeo. The only thing that had saved Romeo's life was the force telling him to move away, how did this man see into the darkness that not even Romeo could see, also how could he see his face when he was clearly wearing a mask. He switched the light absorbing cells off. One purple, and one ashen colored blade stuck from either side. The man apparently knew who he was, but Romeo had never met this man, and that, along with the insults, showed why he didnt. The man was immature, calling him a girl.
"If I knew who you were, that might have stung a little...Aedan..it's time to remove one more Sith from the galaxy."
Romeo came into a Juyo stance, with his two swords, and waited for the next move to be made. His men had dropped down to stay out of the line of fire as the pain of temporary blindness slowly left them.

 

[Chastity Lunelle]

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

The slaver's pistol barrell dropped to the ground with a thunk along with a finger. Chastity indulged in a half smile. She had actually disarmed him. Connor would be so proud of her. Suddenly, a familiar voice weaved through her mind. Her sister! Chastity was overwhelmed with emotion to know that she was still alive, and her eyes began to moisten.

You have terrible timing sis, she shot back, only able to use a split second to send the five-word message. Her silver eyes flashed back to her foe.

With an arrogant leer, the creature told her she was "troublesome," and promised to "break her." Then, he unraveled a nasty-looking whip from his belt. Oh feth. Oh feth. Oh feth. The panic was back, along with a nagging pain at her side. No not nagging. Excruciating. Something was burning her skin, and it was getting impossible to ignore. She winced, and raised her saber diagonally across her body, taking a defensive stance, pushing through the pain.

"I'll show you trouble alright!"

The slaver charged, his humming electrosword held high and whip snapping out below with the loud crack of a lightning strike. Chastity swung her saber at his weapon, aiming to cut through the middle of his blade, hopefully disarming him of a second weapon. While she was laser-focused on his sword, her legs were woefully exposed to his shock whip. A sharp current of electricity raced up her legs as the whip entangled them, and she cried out as her body sailed to the ground with a thud. Her lightsaber flew out of her hand, as she landed on her back.

It seemed that trouble had found her instead.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective A: Teaching some manners
Location: Our own little slice of the field
Allies: all Silver Jedi
Enemies: [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Mishk"]

As the Hutt spoke, she could feel herself getting dizzy and nauseous. Great, he knew the Malacia technique. That was uncommon for a Sith to know, but then again, given his whole motif of revulsion, it sort of fit. As she felt the symptoms getting worse, she could feel the dizziness increasing and her balance was being effected. Right at the point where it might get the worse, she felt the shift of his attention towards one of the corpses of his throne and tossing it to be a meat puppet.

Purple eyes hardened into gems of violet as she regained her inner balance as she raised her free hand. No manners at all, but at least the little Jawa was trying to recover from her small wave of energy. He must be a new acolyte then.

"Lesson one, make sure the girl actually wants a helping hand," she replied to his taunt, green sparks playing across her fingers. It was the only warning either of them would have as green bolts of electricity lanced from her free hand to incinerate the body in front of her and then travel on to strike the Hutt and his little friend. Electric Judgment felt so much better to use than Force Lightning, and although she had needed to reduce the body to cinders, her lightning should have some effect still if it hit the Hutt.

As she unleashed the lightning, she felt something shift subtly in the Force. Connor. Something had occurred . . . something she felt might be a game changer for his life. She felt the confidence, felt the light. In response, she sent a wave of support and approval and joy to [member="Connor Harrison"].

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Objective : B
Location : Atmo above Objective B/Command Center
Allies : [member="Thessa Kai"] , Silvers
Enemies : [member="Kiran Vess"]
Music : Come Fly With Me



There was no less activity above the skies of the Command Center. Judah must have purposely forgotten about how hectic the skies were during a battle. A part of him was surprised there was as little friendly fire as there was. Rusty or not, he was currently in the thick of it. XJ-Wing dove suddenly, his eye catching a Primeval fighter on the tail of a friendly. His was stomach lurching, gravity was struggling to keep up with his maneuvers. The fighter was being pushed to its limits to catch up....slowly gaining the distance between the two. Thumbs moved to the trigger, the familiar whoomp-whoomp-whoomp noise of the lasers filling the cockpit. A few bolts snagged a wing and the enemy dropped pursuit but certainly wasn't out out the game.


Mister Dashiell. A familiar voice came crackling over his helmet comm.


"I was supposed to leave Makai at home? Now you tell me." Judah grinned even though Thessa couldn't see it. Her new callname of Sirena fit. His wife was an extremely gorgeous woman who could lure one in with a wink a smile. Like the legend, she was equally deadly. The woman could kill him with her pinky should she see fit.


"Shaggy dropping in to cover your six." Decelerating, Judah scoured the skies for amongst the chaos, taking a minute to spot the trademark fighter. Banking hard, his fighter came to saddle up behind her starboard side, maintaining a close distance. He knew her flying style well enough not to sweat over the tight formation.


Eyes scanned the cliffs. Nothing.


"Negative Sirena, but I trust you."

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Objective: B, Beat [member="Sage Bane"] with his own arm
Location: Somewhere in the Orbital Defense Station
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Sage Bane
Gear:
Uhg. Whatever I listed earlier. Look I’m talking with my opponent like a human being and being decent so I’m not writing this anymore.

Damian felt a strange fuzzy feeling, one normally reserved for the sight of a woman. There was something, that made his hair stand on the back of his neck, driving him forward. Approaching the wounded Jedi a thought came to mind. This wasn’t him. He was, in most things, emotionally detached. The only time he acted out of emotion.

And then he smiled and started walking over to the wounded man. There was no emotion, only peace. Damian stared at the wound. and then the man. Bleeding from the nose like he was meant major head trauma. That was bad. Bleeding from the ears was worse.
A frown crossed his face as he approached and kneeled down next to the man. “Who are you?” Damian asked kneeling down next to the man. A tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lips as pupils dilated and he stared into the other mans eyes. Damian holstered his blaster pistol, keeping his saber in hand, and dove his free hand into the little pocket next to him.
“Don’t worry,” he said letting out a little breath. “I will get you patched up.”

In his mind the programing kicked in. Basic medical procedures and other relevant information jumps in. “We need to stabilize and move you.”

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Objective: B
Location: Cliff Overlooking The Command Post
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: [member="Thessa Kai"] | [member="Judah Dashiell"]
Gear: Rifle, Armor, Blaster, Blaster 2, Beskar Knife

"Kark." Kiran said quite audibly as another powerpack ejected from the rifle and the gas hissed.

It wasn't hard to miss the fighters heading directly towards him. The HUD within his armor pointed them out, and their trajectory swept straight towards him. If he had to guess he would say that they would reach him in...well about a minute or two. As they got closer and closer he knew that he had a decision to make, mostly because he had no anti-fighter weapons.

For a few seconds he pondered, then he let out another curse. "Screw it."

The heavy rifle was hefted, and slowly Kiran pulled himself back into a crouch. Another powerback was slammed into the rifle and a small charge up noise could be heard as it prepared to fire. He braced himself against the rifle, biting his lip and shifting slightly. Looking through the scope he aimed at the lead fighter, grumbling slightly. He wished that [member="Laguz Vald"] was here, she had always been a better shot than him. Firing at a high speed fighter wasn't exactly the easiest thing.

Another deep breath, and Kiran took the shot. The rifle bucked against this shoulder, pressing against him and pushing him backward and out of his crouch. The yellow beam rifle fired, heading straight towards [member="Thessa Kai"]

 

[Montana]

Objective: A
Location: Beyond the Walls
Allies: The Silver
Enemies: [member='Cedric Dorn']
Gear: Bronze Lightsaber , White Jedi Robes

When the Order got word of the Primeval plans to invade Ziost they knew it was a threat that they could not ignore. Many Jedi, from the rank of master to padawan, were called on to fend off the invasion. Montana, despite his pacifist beliefs, was one of the Jedi called upon to lend a hand in this battle. - Pacifism means war is unjustifiable, but my actions are justified by my role in this world. - Montana liked to believe there was sense in this contradictory statement. He found himself repeating it in the time leading up to the battle and didn’t forget it as he found himself in the thick of it.

Battle was insane and so many factors had readied Montana for these instances. In the moment, though, the factors seemed mute and all he could do was rely on his instincts and experience. He ran, slid, jumped, dived, and dodged avoiding swords, lightsabers and blaster fire. He parried and batted back when he could. And then he ended lives when he had to. The smell of burnt flesh was not a pleasing one, by any means. And It was worse when the frozen winds whipped it into one’s face. The constant cloud cover that Ziost held had already made Montana irritable. A Zelosian with little exposure to the sun was like… well a Zelosian with little exposure to the sun. To say the least, at that moment, Montana was naturally inclined to lose his head. Then add the uncomfortable cold of Ziost and a war and it made that possibility a certainty.

Montana, however, was a fighter, amongst other things, and could even take on himself when he had to. This battle would prove one of those trying times.

Montana, moving quickly, jumped into the fray once again. In front of a couple soldiers is where he landed and protecting them was what he was meant to do. He batted back incoming blaster fire as his new comrades unloaded some of their own artillery. They howled with every successful strike while Montana stood straight faced and strong. The lightsaber in his hand shined bronze against his tan weather gear as he pulled it up. “For the Silver.” He announced pridefully into the wind.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Objective: A ; siege on the Sith Citadel.
Location: Outside The Walls
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Montana"]
Gear: Lightsaber

Hatred.

That was all he felt. Hatred and Rage. There were no slow deliberate movements, there were no speeches, there were no chances for mercy. There was only an ever continued path carved through the lines of battle. It didn't matter if they were Primeval or Silver Jedi. It didn't matter if they were soldiers or civilians, Cedric cut them down as he would anyone else.

He moved through the crowd, his lightsaber deactivated, the force carving through the swaths of enemies and allies. The sounds of battle tore all around them, blasters, lightsabers, heavy machinery. It all seemed to ring and drone to the faceless Sith, echoing and rumbling throughout his skull. It thrummed with him, merged with him. The misery, the howling cries of pain and fear seemed to pierce in his heart and empower him. His hands tightened at his side, and stride quickened, and he moved with a divine purpose.

A Jedi screamed.

“For the Silver.”

His head snapped, bright yellow eyes latching on to the form cutting down soldiers. His face twitched, exposed muscles moving instead of smiling lips. Cedric moved forward, his hand reaching out and grasping a clutch of Primeval soldiers. Three men soared into the air directly in front of the boy, and with a press of Cedric's palm they flew towards him.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: A ; siege on the Sith Citadel.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: Outside The Walls[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Kana Truden"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Connor Harrison"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]While Kana was screaming, Khal was watching - not at her, he was surveying the battlefield and making sure they wouldn’t get all killed. He owed her that much, to have her back while the frailty of her mind started to become more apparent by the moment. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Had it been a mistake to bring her here? [/SIZE]The Underlord had figured her ready, but more and more he was coming to terms with the realization that perhaps… she wasn’t meant for things like this. That the battlefield wasn’t a place for her to be on.

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He took her by the shoulder, squeezing softly, but his voice was rough. Cutting straight through the cries of battle, the chaos of war and the whispers of the mind.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]There ain’t nobody here, Red[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px].” Khal would say, before he noticed the silhouettes of Keira and Connor.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]They were still very much [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]forms[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], not identifiable, but their body language… and the stench of [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]self-righteousness[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] was filling his nostrils. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He took a step towards them, hunger starting to rise, before he realized that Kana was still here. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]We have a fight to do, can you handle it?[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]” [/SIZE]

 

[Mishk]

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

....................................

The scene was so magnificent. Mishk could not help but fall in awe as he realised his masters powers were having an effect on her internal systems. Mishk regained resolution and stood up ready to reinforce his master anew.

He raised his stick and prepared to leap forward as the corpse was summoned forth, only to be disintegrated by the jedis green bolts. Anew fear rose in Mishks mind. The bolts continued toward himself and his master.

Masster!!!! he cried out in warning to Zambrano.

Almost by reflex he raised his arms and blended his will with that of the insects inside his brain. Black scaled bugs spewed forth from his sleeve - forming a small protective shield in front of his beloved darkness. The shield was not enough to stop the green bolts however, torn to pieces the bugs exploded and the bolts continued toward [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

During his paniced attempt to save his master Mishk had overlooked his own safety and bolts of green energy hit him, throwing his screaming body up unto the pile of rubble again.

Mishk was severaly dazed and in great pain. He stumbled to his feet feeling numb.

let me help you... he mumbled and coughed up a black pool, most likely blood, spreading over the stones and mixing with the flesh of the dead in the rubble. It was directed to [member="Taeli Raaf"] although it was doubtful she coud overhear him.

let me help you please the darkness... his words not making sense to most outside of Mishks own little world.

Positioned on the top of the rubble he was now behind his master but still in clear view of their enemy. There he gathered his mind and body. Forcing the agony, hate and fear found everywhere on the battle field to summon forth maggots and worms, crawling into his body and keeping it straight, from the back of his master a dark cobra rose, staring at misk, fixing him in a short trance to regain focus and concentration.

Spoiler

Putting up a force shield to protect Zambrano. To weak to stop the bolts but perhaps they would decrease their power somewhat. Up to Zambrano I guess.
I am figuring that Mishk dont manage an offensive action this round. He needs it to recover.

 

[Kana Truden]

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

• 
  Lightsaber (Blue)
  
• 
  Lumen Mk. I (Concealed)
  

She blinked.

“Right.” The redhead looked around the spot in which she stood again. “... Right.”

It must have been her mind playing tricks on her. No, [member="Adele Adonai"] was most certainly dead and Kana was not. Her eyes scanned the horizon until eventually she too could see the two figures in the distance. Their posture, the aura about them, they might have been figures in the distance but Kana could recognize the posture of a Jedi from anywhere.

“Jedi.” She snapped to it. “Let’s pay them a visit.”

She didn’t really offer Khaleel much of an answer as to whether she could handle it or not. Experience on the battlefield told her that like most things it was always an act that would be up in the air until either opponent fled or drew their last breath.

She took to a run as if the element of surprise didn’t really mean anything to her. Obviously because it didn’t. Khaleel was more than welcome to try some sort of flanking tactic, but Kana had always faced these things head on.

Even if that had meant pretty much certain near-death every single time.

 

[Isabella Denko]

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

Scurrying to her feet Isabella gulped as she watched the Mandalorian warrior begin to stalk towards her. It was quite evident at this point that she hadn't done a good job of keeping herself hidden and that she was not going to be making it to the library after all.

As she stood there facing him a tiny voice in her head told the girl to run for it. Izzy was certainly faster than the man all dressed up so she could easily breakaway. The library was hers if she fled the scene which was tempting. It was so tempting in fact that the girl looked over her shoulder and began to move while drawing her blaster. At the very last second however Izzy turned her attention back to the Mando man ignoring that little voice inside.

Running would get her nothing in life. If she wished to gain control over a planet over day the young woman couldn't run away because it was "hard". This was her chance to prove herself and show off a few of those spells she had been learning.

Taking a few steps backwards she took a few steps backwards before firing off a few shots in the direction of her opponent. Izzy at the same time began to mutter a few words in some foreign language nobody could understand. As if under her command two rocks that she had spotted on the sideline rose up and after a few more sentences went wizzing towards him. If he wanted to play, Izzy would give it all she had.

 

[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

The Jedi's face became dreamy as he approached his injured comrade. Like stubborn weeds, Sage's illusionary emotions were hooking in and taking root in the young man's mind. The blonde Padawan knelt beside the glamoured Sith Lord with a smile.

"Who are you?" asked the Padawan as he holstered his blaster. Sage blurted out the first name that came to mind.

"Stan," he rasped.

Stan? Nice name, Sage. Was "Larry" already taken? Well, it was too late to take it back now. He was stuck with it.

"What's your name?"

He already knew the boy's name was Damian, but his ignorance was all part of the ruse. He wrapped one arm around the Jedi, using him for support to sit up on his elbows. From afar, Damian had been merely good-looking, but up close, the Jedi was gorgeous, with big blue eyes and a chiseled jaw. Sage began to have some nagging doubts. It would be a shame to have to kill such a good looking thing. The chattering heads of his hidden amphistaff arm begged to differ. Their hungry cries pitched through his mind, and as Sage himself was mind-linked with his pets, their desires were also incredibly persuasive.

As the Jedi tended to him, he continued to press the emotional side of the illusion on Damian, mixing in a few new sensations. Desire and longing mixed with sympathy and trust. If his illusions were successful, the Jedi would harbor an obsessive need to aid "Stan" in every way he could, as if it were more important than the battle itself. If the Jedi would let him, Sage would reach up and brush his hand over the young man's cheek.

"I don't want to die alone."

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Objective: Objective B (B is for...Bored)
Location: Orbital Defence Command Centre
Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] and all Silver Coaltion allies
Enemies: [member="Jared Ovmar"] and [member="Lucianus Adair"] and all Primeval allies
Others: [member="Darth Atrophia"]
Gear: Saber, shoto, Jedi Shade Robes
Theme: I just won't let it go

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_Hsi1tNegA

Spoiler

'You never see my way
P*****’ on my flame
I'll be the one left standing

With everything I do
It never pleases you
But I'll be the last one laughing

Listen
You're always missing
Blind to my vision
No!
I just won't let it go
Just can't let it go
Just won't let it go
No matter what
It's in my blood
I just won't let it go
Just can't let it go
Just won't let it go
It won't die
This dream's alive
And I won't let it go

I thought I'd try your way
But I went down in flames
I should a seen it comin'

Life is more than sitting back
Oh I'm on the attack
Yeah I am off and running

Listen
I'm on a mission
Done with this p*****’
Now...

I just won't let it go
Just can't let it go
Just won't let it go
No matter what
It's in my blood

I just won't let it go
Just can't let it go
Just won't let it go
It won't die
This dream's alive
And I won't let it go

It's in my blood
And I won't give up
Cuz it's running through my veins

It's in my blood
Cuz it's all I want
And I won't go down in flames.’

Corvus knew the location of all in her vicinity. Friends. Foes. Allies. Those that were foes but now maybe are allies. And of course…her.
But waiting to engage the enemy — despite her renowned patience was not going to be enough today. For she had a date to keep (her again) and wanted this over with as soon as possible. The dream was alive and she was not prepared to let it go.

Corvus suddenly appeared from nowhere and closed her eyes. She’d been practicing one specific Ability for almost ten years now and had allied it with a whole host of meditations to date. Given the circumstances and the proximity to others, Moving Meditation was the one she chose. It would no doubt have an impact on the distance she could influence — but not the actual effect. So instead of it reaching the whole of the battlefield, it would be limited to those in the vicinity of the Orbital Defence Command Centre.

In her mind she recited the quote she always used when she used Battle Meditation.

'Every soldier knows that war is more than arms and armour, every warrior carries an image of impending victory in his heart. When the image shatters, to be replaced by defeat, he is beaten. But sometimes a warrior receives assistance from an unexpected source, an in-rush of light, blasting away his fear and despair, releasing new inner strength! Yes, a war is much more than arms and armour. Half of every conflict is the will to win. We must recognise that the will to win, and the power of war, are given sometimes by the Dark-side. And sometimes, as dawn throws back the night, victory is given…by the Light!'

Each and every ally of the Silver Coalition would receive a considerable boost to their morale, stamina, and overall battle prowess. Conversely the Primeval and their allies would simultaneously sense a reduction of their combat-effectiveness by eroding their will to fight. They would suddenly feel demoralised.

Meanwhile Corvus stood relaxed and in a meditative state but aware enough to hear the Force if it warned her — or if Coci gave her a sharp dig in the ribs for that matter.

 

[Montana]

Objective: A
Location: Beyond the Walls
Allies: The Silver
Enemies: [member='Cedric Dorn']
Gear: Bronze Lightsaber

Three Primeval soldiers flew like rag dolls in the air. It would have almost been funny if their trajectory hadn’t put their landing at about Montana.

“Sir!” The soldier called out an unneeded warning as the Jedi readied himself for action.

Rolling out of the way of the first body, Montana did not hesitate to brandish his weapon and slice the second hurdling man in half. The slice went straight through the abdomen, making one whole become two halves. The separated pieces fell on both sides of Montana. It was enough to make him feel sick but there was no time for that.

The third primeval soldier closed in, full body flailing. The man had hit his mark, slamming into Montana took him straight off his feet. But Montana without missing a beat rolled backwards, tossed the soldier up and away from him in an arc that allowed The Silver Allies to shoot him down before hitting the ground, and got back to his feet.

Montana scanned over the battlefield with his eyes. Looking for the person who hurled bodies like an angry Kybuck. "Press on, Soldiers." He ordered following his instincts.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective: Objective B
Location: Orbital Defence Command Centre
Allies: [member="Corvus Raaf"] and all Silver Coaltion and her allies
Enemies: [member="Jared Ovmar"] and [member="Lucianus Adair"] and all Primeval allies


Her head moved slightly to the side as she sensed Corvus stop. The sudden build up of the force within the grandmaster sent chills down her spine, Corvus is powerful, one of the most powerful Jedi of the known era and now standing close to such power, is awe inspiring.

Coci uncloaked, suddenly appearing amid the battlefield along side her friend. As Corvus entered into meditation, and began to fill the force with strength she could not fail to feel the effect of it, her body and mind growing stronger with each passing second. Coci's saber ignited, her own senses reaching out around the landscape taking in all that moved, all of the beings that stood the ground this day. Her objective now, is to protect Corvus while she gives fresh energy and strength to all of the warriors of the Light.

She moved in a slow circle around the grandmaster, her eyes and force sight on high alert. Come out, come out wherever you are....

Coci grined, not from any sense of amusement, but with a sense of readiness for anything or anyone that would try and stop them.

 

[Kuryr]

Objective: A
Location: the Citadel
Allies: Someone I suppose
Enemies: [member="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


For the second time in the fight her lightsaber cut through one of his weapons. He was hoping that the injury to her side would have slowed her enough that he could hand the attack, but her lightsaber flicker upwards and cut his blade cleanly in two. He focus on his blade had cost her though as she was tangled in his whip, electricity coursing along her body as she fell. He didn't relent in his attack, aiming a vicious kick towards her damaged midsection, armored boots aiming to inflict even more damage to her side. " This is exactly where you belong, girl!" He spat at her, rage obvious in his voice. " On the ground in the presence of your betters." He would launch a second kick at her side, the anger and rage pushing him to the point that he didn't care about the damage he could end up inflicting on her. " If you survive this I think I will keep you as a pet. Teach you to do trick on command, wouldn't you like that?"

He took a step back, breathing heavily as the rage began to fill him. He snapped the whip free of her legs, allowing it to crackle along the stones underneath him. He spied her now deactivated lightsaber just a few feet away. With a painful snarl, he would reach out with his now four fingered hand to pull the hilt to him. If successful he would inspect the hilt all the while savoring the pain he had inflicted on the whelp of a jedi that had decided to oppose him.