A Good Day to Die Hard [Republic Invasion of Balmorra]

[Garith Darkhold]

Objective: B PvP​

Location: Blamorran Arms Factory​

Allies: The One Sith​

Enemies: [member="Mak Manto"]
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Bix did not have to wait long before the familiar presence entered the room. Well it had slithered into the room. Bix was not be nature a xenophobic. A half snake man was a little much. It sounded silly and all. She being a Sith sounded by altered beast empowered by the darkside. Maybe it was because he was half snake? Did she find snakes revolting? Well it was another thing to put on the list that sucked. The memory loss left her unknowing if she had aversion to snakes.

“Master Manto”, she asked questionably. She looked disordered. This man acted as if they just met yet he seemed familiar to her. Did he not recognize her? Bushing of the bewilderment she realized something. He had just introduced himself and she was being rude not returning the favor. “Yes, I was looking for you. My name is Bix Slisia. Here soon we will have to fulfil our oaths to our orders. However before we have to duel I was hoping to ask some question of you.” This most defiantly look very unorthodox to whomever was viewing it. However Bix had lost her memory and it was only natural for her to be curious whenever she came across someone who seemed familiar.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: The Restitution
Objective: Space
Allies: [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] [member="Lash"]
Enemies: [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Laguz Vald"]

The brief reprieve was very much appreciated for Taeli's three ships now, damage was being mitigated and shields were recharging as quickly as possible. Having fallen into formation with the Imperial fleet, she scowled as she watched more of those bloody energy torpedoes impact against two of the Imperial ships. But that wasn't why she was frowning.

Why in the kark would you go backwards while an enemy fleet was pursuing you from two different directions? Your supporting craft would also be facing the wrong way to support the backward moving Star Destroyers.

"Swarm them," Taeli ordered. Every Republic fighter and bomber craft under her command began attack runs towards the two big Primeval ships, while her crews tried to get targeting locks on them.

"Interference on the targeting computers and they're just out of range, Master Raaf," a sensor officer informed her.

"Hmm, then do it visually, they're big enough ships after all," Taeli replied. "Fire the Restitution's main gun at the Primeval ship on the right, try and aim for where those energy torpedo launchers are. They won't be getting out of range of that anytime soon."

"Right away, Master Raaf," a salute and she could hear the railgun charging up. Impressive technology, railguns were. And so were proton beams, she thought, as the Imperial Mk III unleashed its own special weapon system at the two Prime ships. A moment later, and the railgun fired on the Primeval-class Star Destroyer on the starboard side.

Summary of actions
Moving with the Imperial fleet to try and re-enter firing range
Sent every fighter squadron and bomber squadron under Taeli's command to swarm the two Primeval-class Star Destroyers
Fired the Linear Accelerator Cannon on the Primeval-class Star Destroyer on Taeli's starboard side

 

[Vrag]

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Ground PvP
Allies: OS
Enemies: [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Equipment:

Spoiler

Lightsaber
Chom-Huun
Vulcan Blaster Rifle + disruptor
Vonduun Skerr Ygdris
Vonduun Skerr Dhaladii
Blorash jelly, Firejelly, Magma pebbles, Plasma eel
Thud bugs, Razor bugs, Blast bugs, Snap bugs

The searing satisfaction of immediate retribution seeped through Vrag like the warm heat of a fire that is just close enough, and she could feel Ygdris reel in pleasure even through the haze of pain still radiating from her left-hand side. Not unlike a ghost arm, altogether, for master and armor had fought with each-other for so long now that they might as well have been parts of a whole.

Living armor had its perks and its disadvantages, but in the firrerreo's mind, the former far outweighed the latter, for there was nothing that made quite the same impact as armor that could literally get pissed when you shocked it.

Lamashtu had done good, and the taste of the Jedi's blood lingered in Vrag's mouth also as the amphistaff pulled back to safety, leaving a gaping red memento on the blonde's neck. And in it, a small, devastating souvenir.

From Selvaris with love.

Ah, poison. The cruelest and deadliest of all agents that could work against man. To choke to death while one's lungs sucked in hollow, useless air... what a terrifying, dreadful way to go. Well, at least it was fast.

Fast like the Jedi's retaliation, but the backstep had cost the blonde valuable time. Dueling was about tempo, about pace, and she'd just had hers disrupted by a vicious tear at her neck. Understandable – tragic, even – but of no consequence to the firrerreo that merely reangled her wrist to catch the second stream of lightning. At close range, the tendrils weren't quite as spread out as they tended to be when one was standing farther away, and with only one hand in the equation, Vrag had enough blade to work with.

More even than she let on, in fact.

With a swift step to the outside of the line of attack, Vrag would shift her wrist again, teeth bared in what could've been pain or pleasure or maybe both, and then she would spring her dual-phased surprise on her opponent. With her arm in the air, the blonde had left her unprotected armpit open to assault, and the Sith was not one to miss out on such an opportunity. Like any plate armor, the joints were left uncovered by metal, but out of all the spots, the axillary fossa was the Holy Grail of exposed targets, teeming with important vessels and nerves to be scorched at the tip of her lightsaber blade.

Gotta love those surprises, don't you?

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: PVP
Allies: [member="Rexus Drath"], The Republic
Enemies: [member="Countess of Báthory"], [member="Kala Maedrin"], One Sith
Gear: Blast vest (basic ballistic protection), lightsaber (in signature).

Briefly her gaze cut to Rexus in silent thanks, the corners of her mouth turning upwards slightly. There was no room left to speak, no time for either of them to really coordinate, and they had to do nothing more than guess and check when it came to each other's next move and intentions. The Force was funny that way, offering its own minute precognitions when everything rooted in the physical realm failed. And she had always been one too good at listening to her instincts. It was that which often got her in trouble most times, but in this fight to do anything else would be merely grasping at straws. This time it was best to go with what her gut told her.

And right now it was telling her that a rather physical strike was in order, even if it didn't involve her getting in direct contact with the enemy quite yet. Her blade extinguished, it being hooked at her waist once more, and again she immersed herself in the Force. Ethereal tendrils reached out, wrapping themselves around the slab of metal that had previously been utilized by the Sith, already beginning to shift it. Her hands shook slightly from effort as she raised them slowly, limbs moving in tandem with the object. Mottled eyes narrowed slightly, the muscles of her jaw working as her brow furrowed slightly in concentration.

Within the next few moments she managed to levitate it high enough that it hung over the heads of the four present, and before another thought could be spared as to her intentions she released her metaphysical grasp on it above the two Sith. Instantly her hands dropped to her sides, and she panted slightly from exertion, a small crooked grin remaining on her lips all the same. That was an accomplishment, however small it may have appeared to anyone else, and with any luck it would break the concentration of the Sith long enough for the two Jedi to capitalize on the moment of lapse. If not, well, they would find a way.

 

[Aston Jacobs]

Location: Balmorran Arms Factor
Allies GR, [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies OS, [member="Sage Bane"]

The relief that his tactic had work and potentially freed his Jedi Master was short lived as the Stih popped back up and faced the Jedi Padawan. Aston didn't falter in the face of the Sith's tactic or glare that was coming from him. He stood strong facing the sith back with his own determination as he could see his Master reclaim his own strength and force but that too was short lived as a spear of tremendous power came hurtling towards the Padawan. Aston turned his body sideways and then moved back how he turned trying to avoid the spear. While the move itself did not spear the padawan against the wall.

It did leave a mark.

A long tear at the Padawan's robes could be seen across his chest, thus what followed was the familiar hue of red. Blood slowly seeped down the padawan's chest. A wound that would indeed impair his abilities at what he could do. It was not a deep wound, but it had done enough. The Padawan fought through the pain, ignoring the stinging pain that would sear his chest as his left hand came forward using the force to attempt and freeze the sith in place hoping his Master could deliver the blow that would cease the Sith's reign of terror.

 

[Mak Manto]

Objective: B PVP
Location: Balmorran Arms Factory
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Enemies: [member="Bix Slisia"]

Tilting his head at an angle, he slowly reached into his robes before pulling out his pipe, lighting it up as he heard that she wanted to ask him a few questions. While it wasn't rare for a Sith to want to talk before battling, to boast of their abilities, he couldn't remember the last time a Sith had questions for him.

"Questions...? And you believe I have the answers to them?"

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: PvP
Location: Descending Balmorrian Orbit
Allies: GR/SSC
Enemies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

Spoiler: Equipment

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/45056-sasori-rangers-armor/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/61959-rangers-field-pistol/(destroyed)

Standard blue lightsaber

Xander shook his head looking at the woman.

"Nothing is irrelevant."

He looked around with a sigh. The place was depressing to say the least. He deactivated his saber looking at her.

"Is that drink an open invitation?"

He chuckled slightly his question rhetorical before he took a few steps backwards away from her before he turned away.

"Until we meet again."

Xander made his way to the extraction point. He cared nothing for Balmorra so he was going home. He was sure he would catch grief for it but he was ok with that.

 

[Alva Calvarona]

Location: Gorinth Canyon (PVP/NPC, C objective)
Allies: Republic (I guess, no idea whose nearby)
Enemies: [member="Agamemnon"] and the Sith

Gear: Dragoon Class Combat Armor, Crinan Energy Blades, Slicewire, E-11 Blaster Rifle

The droid was a persistent enemy, that much was clear to Alva as she watched it come at her once again. The crinan woman's chanting still ongoing as she prepared her defense against her opponent just ahead of an outcropping of rocks. It was becoming rather irritating for the Imperial that the mechanical menace didn't appear to be considering a defensive posture at all. Not that she was bothered by it this time though, not when she had been able to guess correctly that her foe was hardly behaving cautiously at all. Now it was playing right into her hands, and hopefully she could end this farce of a threat in a single fell swoop if it was possible.

Of course for starters she had to weather the storm of its attacks before implementing her own offensive. The droid came at her with a heavily efficient tactic as well, making Alva grit her teeth as she kept up her chanting as best she could while moving to counter the flurry directed at her. Stabbing forward with the energy blade in her right hand, Alva braced herself watching the incoming pattern as she twisted her left hand, holding her blade towards the ground as she swung it as well, intercepting all but the droid's lower left lightsaber aimed for her ankles. There just wasn't a way to block that one and the spinning blade aiming for her collarbone.

However, there was never any intention in the crinan woman's tactics to block that blade. She needed distance anyway after all, her voice feeling sore and out of breathe trying to maintain her chanting while keeping up with such a level of movements . So as her arms moved to direct her blades to collide with and halt the droid's own weaponry, Alva jumped off the ground to perform a dropkick, putting her body in a horizontal position in the air as she kicked out, aiming to cause what little damage she could while pressing off her opponent to put her close to the outcroppings. Thankfully the maneuver seemed to have the added benefit of putting her head on a lower plane for the droid's electroray to blast overhead, making her eyes open wide wondering if it would have been the sort of attack to overload her shield systems.

There wasn't time to worry and think about that though as she pushed off the droid's chassis with a grunt, sending herself toward the rock outcropping that the electroray slammed into behind her, twisting her body in midair as she released her slicewire spools and flicked her wrists toward the stones she had sent herself towards. A weapon capable of cutting cleanly through durasteel almost as capably as a lightsaber made little work of the simple stones, reducing the chunk of rock from the outcropping the Imperial was heading towards to smaller, but still likely head sized, pieces. Culminating into her chanting efforts ending with the final word uttered as a whisper within her helm, and a rather powerful wind blasting through the outcropping, whistling around the untouched stonework, but hurtling the collapsing rock chunks toward the droid enemy she had within her sights.

Which Alva was apt to follow after, eager to use the rocks as a diversion, a lead into to another attack should the droid avoid or deflect them all, keeping her blades low to lead into sweeping, rising blows for the droids center. Something that seemed like the best way to press for the offensive considering the number of angles four arms could likely defend from normally.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

OBJECTIVE: PVP- Crush Peeps
LOCATION: Balmorra Arms Factory
ALLIES: GR Folks + Allies
ENEMIES: OS Bubs {[member="Reverance"]}

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

ARMOR:

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

• x1: Bodo Baas Gunbelt
• x1: Sasori Bodyglove
• x1: THI Revenant Armor

GRENADES:

• x2: CyroBan Grenade
• x2: EMP Grenade
• x2: Thermal Detonator

BLASTERS:

• x1: Ven's Custom Shotgun
• x2: Dissuader KD-30
• x1: T-998C Rifle

MELEE:

• x1: Vibro Electro Blade
• x1: Standard Silver Dual-Phase Lightsaber

OTHER:

• x3 Ammo Clips: AP Shotgun Rounds
• x1 Sithspawn Body: Ven's Guardian Body

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Spoiler: Music

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKzrzJxc8Jo[/media]

There was a clink- perhaps the sound of her bullet hitting armor- and then there was a fierce man rushing towards her. This time she did not have three seconds. Panic would have filled a lesser warrior, but she was a Sekairo. One who was experienced enough to claim the title of clan-mother if she wished to do so. She didn't want to, for the only title she saw fitting of herself was that of 'the Mad Merc'. That was one name she had worked quite hard to get... even if she hadn't been intentionally trying to get it.

In the moment that followed her entrance she showed just how she had become so feared over the years. Instinct made her leap backwards, the jets on her armor aiding her, carrying her out of the door frame. Her opponent's blade would likely (though not definitively) tear into the wall. Regardless of the collateral damage, Ven would take a second to reload. A couple dozen years of experience meant that it didn't take her long to place a new clip into her Dissuader. And the split second that she was finished with that task she was reaching for her electro blade.

Now roughly at the center of the room, she held the vibrating cortosis weapon in her right hand, her blaster still in her left. Both tools were gifts from the Republic. Transferring over from the Protectorate had given her access to a few 'goodies'. Usually she wouldn't enjoy being placed above others, but she knew how hard the war would be on her, and so she had accepted the weapons. So far they had served her well. And as she fired off three more shots, she could only hope that they would continue to serve her well.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Objective: PVP. (Sorry it took so long as to reply
Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Enemies: Lucas Gravois [member="Trin Gravois"]
Allies: [member="Alyona Volkovna"]
Gear in Bio

Nolan felt the darkside burst from both of the Sithlings before him. The first attack from the male made itself known as there was no mistaking an angry little boy throwing his tantrum towards the Wreckingball. Then his unknown ally stepped in With a bright green laser sword, Jedi. Nolan laughed through his helmet speakers until the girl he'd forgot to pay attention to launched him back and bent his favorite rifle.

Slamming into a building, the Wreckingball delved into the Force and filled his eyes with Rage, shaking off the attack. Bursting from the spot he'd landed, the jet pack rocketed forwards after discarding his rifle. "Bye Diane." As Nolan reached the Sith he gathered his own Force energy around his right fist and thrust it at the woman's face.

Added to the speed of the rocket propelled Force punch, he activated his flamethrower from his gauntlet.

"Super Flaming Rocket Punch!" He yelled just as he reached the Sith woman.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Obj: Kill everyone
Location: Some plant on Balmorra
Allies: [member="Trin Gravois"] for now
Enemies: [member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Alyona Volkovna"]
Gear: Sith Monk.

Lucas was not paying attention to the woman. He didn’t pay attention to people who he figured were less of a threat. Someone coming down from the rafters? Yeah, that was cute, kid. It was as if he’d have to bother with Trin. His sister was really one of his least favorite people, and she knew that. His focus was on the canner.

Gorram knuckle dragging inbreeders, the Mandos, the whole lot of them. Useless, more useless than the Sith that were teaching Lucas the way of hugging and circle jerking. The only thing the Sith had that the Mandos didn’t were the holocrons, the whole purpose for Lucas being involved with this team. He shook his head as the Mando started to assume his final form and call out some sort of attack.

Was this Super Smash Brothers?

That was the last thought that went into Lucas’s mind as he felt the searing pain of a lightsaber entering his flesh. Eyes lit, dark side yellow, and his aura was now on fire, the same as his skin was. The man wore no protection, carried no lightsaber, it was his physical form and the Force that would end the lives of these Jedi.

Holy crusaders, kidnappers of children. Well, the trick was, they were dealing with the drowner of kittens. Hopefully Trin would understand that she had the man with the IQ of the gorilla to fight, he was dealing with the fangirl of Skywalker.

Not that Lucas understood where the blade came from. No, all he knew was it was entering his skin. Sidestepping, the cauterizing blade ripped through flesh as he allowed it to tear out of his side. The nice thing about lightsabers was there was no bleeding and seering pain. Collecting the Force around him, Lucas turned and ran at the Jedi, the Force around him, to protect him as he made to rend the lightsaber from her grip and throw it aside.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: The Balmorran Arms Factory (Somewhere near the upper levels)
Objective: Everybody boogie
Allies: Nope
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1oKkU_CAXA

Corvus – in truth – had no idea what the necklace was done – and what she knew about Alchemy was minimal.

If that much.

So the necklace’s next trick was a similar surprise.

It clearly detected Vornskr’s grab with the Force and put up some form of Force Barrier around her. Better than one she could put up herself if she was honest.

So his attempted probing never got within a few metres of her. She was aware of his attempt – she was a Jedi Master after all. But she had no need to react to it.

She made a mental note to speak to Braith when they met the next time. To ask her what other treats this necklace had in store. Not that it really mattered To her it was a gift. From Braith. That’s was all that was important.

“So…” she said. “When you’ve finished playing, are we going to continue this fight or not?”

 

[Darth Nephthys]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Location[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: In space![/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: A: In Carach's arms... [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]: The One Sith [/SIZE]- [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: The Republic - [member="Tålamod Shapochka"]

The soothing rumble of Carach's voice would comfort the petite Sith Lord. Such a strange act of open affection, one that would likely not be thought of to be done by a Darth. Yet the connection between Nepthys and Carach had grown beyond that of mere brother and sister's in arms. It was not a relation based on baser natures, but one that was far more intimate than that.

One could not call it love, but the connection was there. Could they have potentially formed a Force bond of some sort? Could that be what had occurred between she and he after years of fighting along each other's side day in and day out? Perhaps. The Force works in mysterious ways, and in the end, they were all connected through it one way or another. Just that some instances, that bond would only reinforce itself and grow stronger.

Nephthys took the time to recharge, awaken to her surroundings. Where were they? The petite woman would gather her bearings. Ah, yes. They had boarded the Republic ship. They had a mission to attend to. A purpose.

A greater calling for Her Majesty.

A brief brush of her fingers would trace along his jawline. It was a silent admission of gratitude alongside an assurance that she would be okay. Granted, the young Darth knew no boundaries when it came to her task. There were no limits for her, and she would use every bit of herself until exhaustion in order to fulfill her role.

Perhaps that may be why her fellow Darth'sh held the silent woman with esteem.

A request to let her onto her own two feet would be had, if a bit wobbly. They had to find a way to their objective -- one way or another.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Objective: PVP
Location: Balmorra arms factory
Allies: The One Sith | [member="Kala Maedrin"]
Enemies: The Galactic Republic | [[member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Rexus Drath"]
Gear: Spidersilk / Shimmersilk dress. Lightsaber foil (waterproof and no dimetris circuits) Class! Vornskr pack of 2 for npc flavor~

A snarl would rip from Cyrena's lips, a savage terrifying scowl stretching the thin alabaster skin tight against her skull. Her weaving of the darkside webs had been foiled, but they were not done yet.

Feeding upon the dead that surrounded Balmorra Arms Factory as the battle rage, the Sith Lady would blast out telekinetic tendrils to catch the flung piece of metal slab swung back at them. Her arms would strain, and that scowl would only deepen into a near demonic mask of absolute fury. Purple blooms would burst under her skin, bruises along her temples and shadowing her eyes as she did so. The truth of the illusion she normally held in place was breaking, and in that the Garhoon would swing the metal off to the side, sending it crashing away from Kala and she.

The debris would not spare her one of the other vornskr pups. As it was, the remaining two would growl as they leapt forward, crimson eyes glowing as they began the hunt against the two Jedi.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

Location: The battlefield…obviously
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Mullarus"]

She continued to see how he coped with inverse Dun Möch. Not well it seemed. For…and she had to do a double-check to make sure she wasn’t mistaken.

He’d decided to fight her without accessing the Force. He stopped accessing the Dark-side – and given he couldn’t access the Light, he was fighting like an NFU. Using a tool that was very difficult to wield without using the Force. Against a reasonable Vaapad user. Who was using the Force to control the blade, to predict his movements, to augment her speed.

This was very much like shooting fish in a barrel.

So her blade started at normal speed, slowly but surely picking up pace until you could no longer see a single arm. There was a purple blur as she tore into him, able to deflect the blade of a non-Force User with ease and counter with a half-dozen strikes of her own without reply.

The only question was – would he die before his stubbornness gave way and he once more decided to use the Force.

But she showed mercy. Her blows were aimed to incapacitate, not kill. To attack his arms and legs to stop both movement and the ability to fight back. With any luck, by the time he decided to use the Force again, he’d be unable to walk or hold a saber.

 

[Alyona Volkovna (Алёна)]

Objective: PvP
Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Enemies: Trin Gravoishttp://starwarsrp.net/user/9141-trin-gravois/ | Lucas Gravois | [member=Nolan Detta]
Allies: Jedi, GR
Equipment: Luke Skywalker's lightsaber (EVI), shoto lightsaber, various stun, flash, and fragmentation grenades.

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Alyona let her momentum carry her attack through as her blade pierced the flesh of her target, digging into his side and tearing outward as she moved passed him. The man turned to face her, his eyes alight with rage and his skin glowing; a sort of Force-imbued madness exuding from his aura. Whatever he was experiencing, Alyona knew there was no brute defense against it. She swiftly closed herself off from the Force to protect against the distraction of his anger and pain, as he rushed her in a rage. Her opponent reached for her lightsaber arm, and Alyona whipped the shoto blade from her belt and activated it whilst cutting up in a singular, smooth motion. Rather than attempt to wrestle her much larger enemy, Alyona had opted for simply amputating his arm as he brought it toward her.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Objective: Liberate the Balmorran Arms Factory
Location: Upper Levels
Allies: Corvus Raaf
Enemies: Darth Vornskr, Vaulkhar

| [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] |

Ella stared down at the Sith Acolyte. Her lightsaber hummed to her side as she looked down at the man. He had been defeated. She didn't expect someone who had been raised to serve the One Sith and become one of their many weapons to understand the mercy would show him. She had him dead to rights. But the Jedi did not kill those who were vulnerable. They only killed when it was necessary.

And there was no need to kill Vaulkhar.

"Leave this place, Sith."

It was the only thing she needed to say. Turning away from the railing, the Jedi Knight focused her gaze on the Dark Lord. Credit was given when it was due. Vaulkhar had the potential to fill the boots of the man that Ella now stared upon. But he was yet to fulfill that dark potential. Here stood one of the galaxies most notrious. He was a butcher.

He was Darth Vornskr.

"On behalf of the Galactic Republic and the free people of Balmorra, you are under arrest."

She did not rush in. She would follow the Grandmaster's guide. With Vornskr stood in between the both of them, the chances of Vornskr's demise increased. However, this wasn't the first time he had faced off two Jedi. It was why he still lived. Why he still roamed free.

But he would be free no longer.

~​

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Shireeek!

Arsix rolled through hotly contested duels, avoided blaster fire and made sure to stay away from explosions, as he made his way back up to the upper levels to find his Jedi. She was facing off against someone dangerous, that was for sure. Not even at the Battle of Coruscant had he been through such a thing.

Moan.

From the ramp, Arsix rolled up onto the platform that was the upper levels of the Balmorran Arms Factory. He searched for Ella, bleeping as he rolled along and he found her near the edge where he had been thrown before. But the man she had been facing off against wasn't there.

Wabapadio!

She was saying someone to another. Lifting his visor, Arsix stared at the menacing brute that was Darth Vornskr. He beeped softly as he saw the Jedi Grandmaster was there. Happy that Ella was alive, Arsix continued to roll by, using the crates and pillars to avoid being seen this time. He couldn't sustain anymore damage.

Rolling into the control booth, the little astromech jacked into the nearby terminal and begun his search in it's directory. As he searched, he brought up the CCTV of the upper levels and watched out for Ella.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Location: Next to Darth Vornskr
Objective: Survive.
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]; The One Sith
Enemies: The Galactic Republic
Equipment:

• Sith Assassin Armor
• Single bladed yellow lightsaber.

Vaulkhar laid in silence upon the broken crates, his gaze upwards, staring at nothing. As he bled out, the already pale man began to grow even more pale, his breathing coming in ragged gasps. He was likely going to die if he did not get help soon, or at least stopped the bleeding; but he did not want to move. He was angry, fueled by rage at this point. He made an attempt to stop it all peacefully, but it was pushed away by the Jedi. He fought with control, never using rage or anger as his weapon, but the Jedi still let him fall to his death. He reached out for help, metaphorically speaking, but he was pushed away. By a Jedi nonetheless.

And that is when Vaulkhar roared in pure rage. The sound carried around the area, to upper levels.

He pushed himself to his feet and looked about, just in time to see one of his squadron moving towards him. The captain of his squadron, Ghost 2-A, a trooper by the name of Jackson, came to his aid. He wrapped his arm around Vaulkhar's waist and aided him towards the small room nestled nearby, the area where the Ghost Squadron were gathered any and all wounded, aiding them in any ways possible. Jedi and Sith alike were spread about the room, some unconscious, others in critical condition, but it mattered not. Vaulkhar needed healing, and the captain would see to it that it was done.

He lowered the young Sith down onto a table and checked his wounds, a grimace forming behind his mask. The squad medic neared and looked down, shaking his head.

"We will have to amputate."

"Can we not just close the wound and reset the bone? It's just a damned scratch!" The captain shook his head, clearly upset at the outcome.

"Lord Vaulkhar has been bleeding out for sometime now, it appears the artery upon his wrist has been cut, which is why we must amputate. If we do not, he will continue to bleed out until he dies." The medic reached down, grabbing at the young man's lightsaber and activated it. "This will make it quick while simultaneously cauterizing the wound."

The medic pressed the blade downward, forcing it through the flesh of his elbow, severing the arm in two. Vaulkhar roared in pain once more, everything around the young man shaking wildly as he reached out with the force, trying to quell the pain to the best of his ability. His eyes began to close, the young man going feint, but his rage fueled his consciousness, not allowing him to slip away. He stared up with a blood red gaze, unwilling to give in. The medic motioned over other members of the squad and they went to work, beginning to fasten a mechno-arm to the young man.

 

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Location: Balmoraan Arms Factory
Objective: PVP
Allies: N/A
Enemies: [member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Enoch Zambrano"]

So it began. Cyril grit his teeth as both his strikes were blocked. Unexpected, but not enough to throw him off entirely. The woman moved to disarm him via strength and skill of form. Fortunately, his cybernetic arm would make such a maneuver difficult. The false limb whirred as the woman's weapon crashed into his, but it did not falter. His other arm -- an organic one -- could not provide such a steadfast defense. The young man's blade crashed against Cyril's own, and the Jedi Master was going to find himself quite surrounded in a moment.

"It's been some time since I went up against two Sith," he hissed, "I've defeated your voices before; fought this war since its inception. Do you really think you can best me?" It was all boasting. He wanted to throw his opponents off. His words were true, but Cyril was quite aware that anyone with a weapon could topple even the greatest champions. He'd seen it happen plenty of times in the past. He would not allow it to happen here.

One of the blades managed to break through his defense. Perhaps he'd been too careless; maybe it was just bad luck. either way, the weapon skidded along his right arm, super-heating his phrik armplate and the flesh beneath. It stung terribly, but his armor had saved the limb. He'd need to be more careful.

Regardless, one could not best two opponents if they fought on either side of one's self. It was a situation Cyril had found himself in many times, and found a particular solution for. Muttering a curse under his breath from the pain in his arm, he thrust a hand toward Enoch. With it came a wave of telekinetic energy that would have sent a Hutt tumbling over himself. Cyril could not fling thunder storms, influence the minds of thousands, or create alchemic monstrosities, but when it came to the realm of manipulating the world itself, there were few that matched his prowess.

Still, the effort alone was taxing. One could only pull such a maneuver so many times before becoming exhausted. Trusting in his own abilities, and hoping Enoch would be thrown from the fray, though it was entirely possible the Sith might have found a way to establish some form of defense, Cyril turned on the woman.

He drew in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and allowed the force to guide his motions. His twin blades were a blur of violet and blue as they came down with great speed and force; an attack designed to overwhelm an opponent's defense and brutally maim.

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Objective B: PvP​

Location: Balmorran Arms factory / smelting machinery Floor​

Allies: The One Sith​

Enemies: [member="Mak Manto"]​

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The room was actually quite large. The conveyer belt they stood by, well that Mak sat by now. The belt ran raw ore along into a pool of muddy water. A process of cleaning dirt off the metal and rock before throwing into a furnace to be melted. Bix could feel the heat coming off the furnace located somewhere in this room. Between the high temperature and moisture in the air humid like a jungle. She was already sweating. It was not because of anxiety or physical exertion. It was the fething heat.

“Well, I had hoped that maybe you could Mak”, she waved some smoke away from her face. “You see I had been left with a perplexing mystery. One with many questions and with answers that are no help what so ever. You see some time ago I lost all my memories. I do not remember a lick of my life. With an expectation of feelings and knowledge of my pervious life. Yes I woke still wearing my dog tags and in a Sith hospice. My name is right on the dog tags. My Imperial records have my recorded history. Yet nothing, not my name or anything in my documented history has helped to reclaim my history.”

“Today though, something new happened. I sensed a presence it felt familiar. I could not explain why it felt familiar but it did. Could be an enemy or a friend from the past. So I traced down that presence in the heat of battle and here we are. Yet when I met that person he introduces himself as he had never met me in my life. As intriguing as it may sound it is actually disturbing to actually life it. So I ask you, you never met me before?”