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

[Krux Mullarus]

Location: Outside of the Arms Factory
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Nubica Felidae"]

It was true. It couldn't be done. The lightsaber was always meant to be wielded with the Force guiding the actions of it's user. Today, the consequence of Mullarus' experimentation would come at a much greater price than normal. While doing his best to let go of the Force and fight the padawan on his own strength, it occured to him that he was, in fact, swinging a weightless blade.

No...I can't fight like this!

The padawan played him like a fool. He could feel her holding herself back against him, yet when the blade of his lightsaber met hers in a brief lock, he could not stop her as she used the Force and brought her lightsaber across his blade and down, cleanly slicing off Mullarus' index and middle fingers as well as completely cutting through his first lightsaber, cutting cleanly through the dark green crystal in the middle.

The pain surged through Mullarus quickly. He cried out in agony as he suddenly lost all feeling in his two most important fingers on his sword hand. Aagh! No! How?! Bested by a damn Jedi...This must be a nightmare! Why am I not waking up?!

Mullarus fell to his knees, clutching his broken hand and staring down at the two broken halves of his very first lightsaber. All of a sudden, Mullarus felt the Force flow through him once more. Extreme anger at himself flowed through his body for allowing himself to be beaten by a mere student of the Jedi...one who fought with more than the light. A lightsaber technique he had never studied...one he hadn't ever heard of...

Once more, Mullarus finds himself broken and defeated. Only this time, he was a the mercy of a Jedi, and not a fellow Acolyte...

"J-jedi...you...you have broken and beaten me..." Though full of hatred for this jedi padawan, whom had completely surprised him in her astonishing handle of the light and dark sides, he looked up at her. There was anger there. He wanted to see her die slowly. But deep down, he knew that even as a jedi, she fought fairly and honorably. For that, he had to show respect.

"You...fight like a demon. I h-had no hope of besting y-you...I am...I am at your mercy...student of the jedi..."

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: PVP
Location: Balmorra Arms Factory, ground floor
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"], [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Gear: Dark Armor, Sessile Trio-staff, The Blade of the Satvas, Lightsaber

The elder dropped to all fours and Sage waited, watching out of the corner of his eye, to feel that dark, exquisite shiver as his opponent’s life fled his body. However, he would be denied that pleasure just yet. Instead, the illusionist heard the snap-hiss of a blade and saw a flash of green light in his peripheral view. The Jedi’s lightsaber shot up towards Sage’s back. To counter this, the Sith Lord’s wriggling amphistaves, sentient creatures who guarded their master, sprang to life, their whip-like bodies deflecting the blow of the green saber before it could make contact. There was a sharp crack, and fireworks of green sparks as the lightsaber met the energy-resistant skin of the Vong biot, and it was obvious from the Sith Lord’s shriek that pain was inflicted even though the strike was thwarted. Hissing, Sage whirled around to the older man, his amphistaves cracking out like whips towards the Jedi Knight’s chest, attempting to rend fresh from bone with their razor sharp bodies.

The coppery smell that hung in the air told Sage that his bolt of hatred had struck the Padawan somewhere. And while his sentient pets were busy with the Master, he turned back to the apprentice. The bleeding boy was charging him, branching out with a Force Stun, and Sage’s focus was split so the attack landed square in his chest. He staggered from the force of the blow, but his Sith-alchemized chestplate, a mixture of terentatek hide and cortosis repelled the stun from penetrating his body.

 

[Mak Manto]

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

Narrowing his eyes as she began speaking, he listened silently with an occasional exhale of smoke. So, she wasn't sure who she was, but when she spoke of a familiar presence, his brows shot up, unseen in the beard that covered his face. Pulling the stem from his mouth, he gazed at her, trying to place her appearance, but no image came to his mind of a girl her age, of anyone he knew...

Well, except one, but it couldn't have been her...

"I don't believe so, Ms. Silsia. You do... share a striking familiarity of someone I once knew a long time ago, someone very close to me, but it's not possible you're her. Plus, my history in this Galaxy is complicated."

"Though, it's odd you say that have Imperial records. The person I'm thinking of had Imperial records, but once again, there's no possible way it could be you."

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Factory
Allies: Republic
Enemies, OS and [member="Vrag"]


The focus was now on getting the hell out of here and not continuing this fight against this beast. Her momentum was already moving backwards and she continued to keep that momentum. Vrag was huge, more or less – she could cover a lot of ground and Spencer already figured that out when this fight had started. All her efforts were towards moving the heck out of the way. The Force pushed off the ground and Spencer shot backwards. As she landed a few yards away from Vrag, she stood and went to initiate another attack.

If Spencer would have caught on earlier when the amphistaff had attacked originally, she would have been a bit more prepared about the poison. The same poison that coursed through her blood stream. A burning sensation spread through her entire body as she tried to inhale the oxygen around her. She took another step back and tried to take in another deep breath. Spencer could feel the air entering her body, but nothing was filling her lungs and in turn her entire body. Quickly, she attempted to cleanse the poison from her body with the limited Jedi healing she had received when she was a padawan.

In the past the cleansing would instantly filter out the poison or the alcohol that would be in the body. There was no change in her breathing, which in any case would panic the person dealing with this situation. Trying to keep her mild panic from coming to the surface, Spencer did her best to remain “breathing”. She couldn't depend on the Republic to save her. To them she was something expendable. Not much to hope for.

There was no attack towards the Beast, she continued to make distance and continue to cleansing technique to hopefully get through the poison before it kills her.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Location: Next to Darth Vornskr
Objective: Survive.
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"]; The One Sith
Enemies: [member="Ella Nova"] and [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Equipment:

• Sith Assassin Armor
• Single bladed yellow lightsaber.
• Single bladed red lightsaber.

Several minutes go by after the small operation has been completed with no responses from Vaulkhar, aside from minimal grunting. Eventually the young Sith awakens, an immediate snarl of rage bursting forth from his throat. He sits up quickly and looks about the area, noting his current location within the medical room he personally helped set up, as well as the various amounts of wounded. He cared not for the situation, he cared more for the mech-arm that was not joined at his elbow. The surgery had been a success and he was more than capable of moving it, but the arm's sense of touch was greatly reduced in comparison to his right arm's, and of course it was made purely of metal. It was not entirely normal.

He stood up quickly, pulling his torn robe around him before pointing towards the captain of his squadron. "Jackson, report."

"Sir," The captain stood straight and saluted. "After your fall we patched you up well and good. It appears many within the republic are on the run, but we've not managed to get a good look as we've been in here with you. Darth Vornskr is currently facing off against the Jedi who wounded you, as well as the Grandmaster."

At that Vaulkhar burst into action. He reached out towards the captain, fingers extended, and pulled. Two lightsabers came from the man's belt into the grasp of each of his hands. One was his own, which he held within his right hand. The other was one of his spares he brought on all missions, a simple red saber. He clipped that to his belt and turned, dashing out of the medical room and up the stairs.

I have to get to Vornskr, he needs aid.

The Sith dashed up the stairs, through the battle as if none of it was even there. Utilizing the force, his speed was nearly tripled, moving in a blur through the factory. Eventually he came up the stair set leading to the ongoing struggle of a Sith Lord and a Jedi Master. As he came up, he arrived several feet behind Ella. His lightsaber burst forth in activation, illuminating the area around him a yellow glow.

 

[Vrag]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93ByMEx50Zc​

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: Ground PvP
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | OS
Enemies: [member="Spencer Jacobs"] | [member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Ella Nova"] | GR
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

In scattered, errant pulses, the ghost pain on her left side still thrummed within the firrerreo as she advanced, and when the pace of her stride, her heart, and the dwelling agony coincided, she could almost feel the earth shake beneath her feet.

Like any true predator, the horned beast knew desperation from decisiveness, and with blood running down her neck, the blonde very much looked the part. Her strike missed, but no frustration boiled to the surface at the fleeting opportunity. There would be more. Many, many more.

As they followed each other at a distance, like dancing partners torn asunder by a cruel twist of fate, Vrag could see the hints of Lamashtu's work surface in stumble of her step; in the tremble of her hand; in the wide, red-rimmed whites of her eyes.

Close.

The thought was an intoxicating one, and almost as dangerous as the poison coursing through the Jedi's veins at the very moment. Nothing like preemptive arrogance to fell a warrior, and Vrag had no intention of dying that way. She'd seen many a good man and woman lose their life to foolish conceit. Triumph had no place in battle.

Like a blood hound tracking a scent, the woman crossed twice the distance with each attempt to make more of it by the Jedi, and soon the gap made possible by a hasty, last-ditch Force push would be whittled down to nothing. There would be no gloating, self-aggrandizing speech when she finally towered above the blonde; she would save them both the time and sanity and merely wrap a plasma eel around the wrists of her waning opponent.

One false move, and the Jedi would go up in a cloud of space magic and chunks of meat, ranining down upon the thirsty Balmorran soil like much needed moisture. Blood, water… it all flowed the same.

Her prey would receive a small dosage of antivenom, just enough to stave off immediate death, but not nearly enough to allow for conscious thought while the blonde was promptly shipped off to the darkest corner of Selvaris. A complement of slayers would serve as her guards in transit until she was chained to some organic wall in the depths of a reinforced grashal, quite likely to never, ever see the sun again.

Still, she was getting ahead of herself. The Hand of the Dark Lord had other matters to attend to on the war-ravaged world, and one in particular carried a thread of familiarity. A recounting of a past bout was waiting on her, and Vrag had never been one to dally.

Plus, she owed him for that ebarrassing clean-out the last time they played Sabacc. The poor guy couldn't live that down for weeks afterwards.

He would receive a curt message in response as she made for his location with haste.

"Incoming."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wy0l2r0IxkI[/youtube]​

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Location: The Balmorran Arms Factory (Somewhere near the upper levels)
Objective: keel & b keel'd
Allies: The 1Siff ft. [member="Vaulkhar"] w/ special guest [member="Vrag"]
Enemies: The People's Democratic Republic of Chazwa, and dat minx [member="Corvus Raaf"] ft. [member="Ella Nova"]
Equipment:

• Cosmetically Unique Blackblade Combat Armor Mk-III
• Sith Lightsaber

He let loose a uncharacteristically high-pitched and downright condescending laugh as Jedi Knight Ella Nova approached him from behind, proclaiming his arrest on behalf of the dying Republic and the so-called 'free' people of Balmorra. He half-turned towards the latest upstart to befoul his presence, while also keeping Corvus well within his peripheral view. "I see the whelp fared poorly, a shame. I do hope you killed him, I have half a mind to kill him myself for this little blunder." He took several steps towards Ella, his long stride allowing him to overstep the thin boundary between the area of the observation platform ravaged by his earlier Dark Side attack and the side that wasn't. He waved his left hand in a dismissive gesture, and the eroded supports holding up that side of the platform gave way with a shriek of bending metal and began to rapidly collapse down into the yard below.

As an extra stipulation he twisted his body back and directed a cone of shoving Force energy at Corvus to send her further back onto the collapsing platform. But he quickly paid her no mind after he sent the blast, returning his attention back to the Jedi Knight who moments earlier proclaimed her existence to the Sith Lord in this most arrogant way possible. Now he was poised to teach her a lesson, but he did not like the prospect of Corvus getting back up to where they had fought and flanking him from behind while he fought Ella.

So non-chanantly he pressed a single button on his gauntlet's wrist-comm which sent a signal tone to another Sith's communicator, alerting them to his current predicament and the need to help clean up. Hopefully it would be in a manner to his embarrassing loss at Sabaac sometime ago.

He still couldn't quite live that down.

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Objective B: PvP​

Location: Balmorran Arms Factory​

Allies: The One Sith​

Enemies: [member="Mak Manto"]​

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A piece of metallic ore passing bye was a good representation of BIx’s life. It had many side, angles, and edges to it. It was not one abstract form that would easily fit into one category. Mak’s line of thinking was interesting. While it was interesting Bix was not the person Mak was thinking of. Then again how would Mak recognize Bix in this body? That is even if Mak knew the soul it was in the body of the lady in front of him. It was an easy mistake for him to make. Maybe not. Maybe he was just a crazy alien snake man who all humans look the same.

“So you’re saying you might know who I am. Though you’re unsure but you also think it is impossible.”

“The woman you’re thinking of had Imperial records and so do I. Well my records say my name is Bix. It also say nothing about me being able to use the Force. Is the person you’re thinking of named Bix?”

 

[Mak Manto]

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

This girl, this Sith, whoever she was, seemed to really be pushing the thought that she and Mak knew one another. Still for the life of him, he couldn't figure out if he knew her from some point. However, it was also impossible that he could've known her before he had come back into the Galaxy.

Unless...

"Her name is Siobhan..." Blowing out a stream of smoke, he looked over at Bix, his brows furrowing. "She is a good friend of mine, someone I respect. Listen, Bix, I don't think I know who you are, but how about this? You and I don't need to battle here. Despite the fact you're a Sith and I'm a Jedi, we can leave Balmorra right now, and we can try to find out who you are, if you and I do know one another."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Gorinth Canyon (PVP/NPC, C objective)
Allies: None
Enemies: Republic, [member="Alva Calvarona"]

The woman’s answer to lightsabers was rudimentary and foolish were it not for her Force Sense. Anyone else who thought dropkicking a lightsaber wielding opponent was intelligent would have been sliced to pieces as it provided a very long target and made their movements simplistic and easy to determine. The woman was lightweight and the droid was heavy and strong, her dropkick did little more than shove him backwards a bit. The power of such a maneuver was the ability to drive wind from your opponent. When your opponent lacked lungs, a dropkick did little physical damage, especially one without a lot of forward momentum.

The woman bounced backwards and blasted rocks in the droid’s direction. Rocks. Pieces of stone. The upper arms spun rapidly like propellers and the droid dropped low to the ground, almost to a crouch to defend itself from the attacks. While not entirely successful, it did prevent most of the rocks from impacting it at such large size, the small stones causing minor dents in the exterior armor plating. The few larger stones that did strike the chassis, blasted by wind as they were, knocked the droid assassin around, shoving it further backwards.

The sensors locked on, it saw her moving forward offensively, her blades low, and shifted posture. The lower blades crossed in an x pattern shifted down, catching the twin energy blades at the center point while the upper arms came down on her slashing for her neck yet again.

The right foot of the droid extended hoping to stomp on her left foot and grasp it with its digitigrade claws the foot ended in while the electroray discharger flared again for her face. With any luck her disembodied head would be burnt after this series.

 

[Trin Gravois]

Objective: PVP
Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Allies: [member="Lucas Gravois"]
Enemies: [member="Nolan Detta"] (he came in like a wreeeeeckkkking ball) [member="Alyona Volkovna"]
Gear: Zeyd-cloth robes over armorweave clothing, Blade of the Satvas, Lightsaber

The Mando ricocheted off the wall like a human Bolo ball and flew towards her, flinging his "Diane" away, the weapon crushed and rendered useless. Trin let out a callous laugh. "Yeah, bye Diane," she said with a sneer.

A quick glance at her surroundings wiped the sneer off her face. The Jedi, the same one who dropped down from the catwalk, was entangled with Lucas, and as her brother reached out to grab the woman's arm, the blonde warrior swung her saber upwards. Trin didn't look to see where it landed; the young half-Anzat only saw red. She whipped her head back to the Mando just in time to see him advancing. Bolstered by her own white-hot rage, Trin used the Force to enhance her reaction time, and strafed to the side at inhuman speeds, far enough to dodge his combo platter of attacks, the flying fist, Force repulse, and the stream his flamethrower belched.

Once clear of the Mando's fire, Trin made a beeline for the Jedi, using the same Force Speed power that allowed her to evade the man's attacks. Like a feral animal, she pounced on the woman from behind, attempting to jump on her back and tackle her to the ground. If her attack was not thwarted, Trin would try to ravage the other woman's neck, sinking her teeth in to dig out a huge chunk of beautiful pale flesh.

She would be damned if her brother lost an arm today.

 

[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

Perhaps her previous motion hadn't been the most sound option to most people, however, the crinan woman was very secure in her decision. It had never been about the damage or the effects on her opponent's wellbeing. It had been about eliminating the positioning of one of her enemy's attacks she couldn't defend against and gaining the distance needed to make her attack. There were no illusions in her mind, Alva knew she was outclassed physically by the droid. It didn't tire, it had no muscles to grow sore, its strength was above a normal human's by leagues, though it would never grow stronger of its own merit, and it had so many little tricks.

So it didn't surprise Alva at all as the droid raised a defense against her, intercepting her blades while immediately launching its own attack. There were some things still up her own sleeve though, though as thoughts ran through her head the Imperial girl knew her offensive was stalled once again. She had to retreat once more, her eyes already taking in the droid's body watching its movements and for any sign from its arms or head to aim directly at her, resulting in her deactivating the blade in her left hand as she swung it upwards, throwing herself to the right as she saw the droid's right leg lift forward (throwing herself to its left), remembering what it had done to one of her soldiers earlier when it had gripped them with it, the crinan woman gritting her teeth feeling the strain on both her mental and physical facilities to keep up with the mechanical killing machine.

Jumping to the side and then jumping back, Alva made sure to sweep her blade upwards and to the left, certain to intercept the droid's upper left arm, but perhaps not its right, leaving a bad taste in her mouth if her shield unit were to drain some of its strength and give away one of her defenses so early on. Maybe it was for the best though, since she had managed to avoid another direct shot from whatever form of energy weapon was firing from her foe's face. For all she knew it was like the charric shot and could bypass energy based shielding, or was strong enough to drain the shield unit completely, while she doubted a single blow from the enemy lightsaber would do so. It didn't change the fact though that Alva knew that she would not get by the fight without relying heavily on the force.

It left her thoughts sour. She was a Crinan Practitioner, raised in a noble household! It made her skin crawl to have a battle come down to its use more than her bladework. Yet with this enemy she couldn't use slicewire without those lightsabers cutting her wires apart, and with so many blades she couldn't keep up with just two of her own, and its physical advantages meant that if she did intend to keep the fight to purley her combat skill she would still require the force to enhance her performance and speed to keep up with the droid's multiple weapons. Practicality came above pride, however, and Alva had no intention of losing just for the sake of boasting the strength of her own body and skill.

Telekinesis wasn't her specialty, not when compared to others. There were some Practitioners on her homeworld who had specialized in it, and Alva personally had sought out more. . . .elementally founded techniques. Yet that did not mean she had not learned some of the basics of the abilities. The problem she would normally associate with her lack of advanced knowledge would be her opponent's strength in the force defending against her attempt to use weaker skills in the force against them. Since her opponent was a droid though, and she had a perfect foundation to begin from. "You have too many arms, I'll be taking one now."

Landing after her jump back, because expressing thoughts takes so much longer than how they happen, Alva honed in on where the liquid had hardened on the Droid's upper left arm and directed the force at the point, making up for her less than studious manner in telekinesis with a smaller target and the fact the droid did not have the force to counteract her, aiming to crush it and leave the limb useless. Perhaps more than that, since she hoped the effect would have an impact on the droid's desire to battle if it thought she could effortlessly do so to the rest of its arms.

 

[Komo]

Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: PVP
Allies: [member="Enoch Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Cyril Grayson"]

Greta's attempt to disarm the Jedi ended in a miserable failure, but she had learnt something. The speed and strength of which the arm moved was clearly not organic. As her quick mind compared the speed of two arms, the Sith knight was pretty sure that the limb was one of cybernetics, or at least had cybernetics in some shape or form. Missing the blow was expected. She did not expect to win with one stroke nor did she expect the skilled Jedi to fall for such a maneuver.

But she had to try. He then spoke, most probably in an attempt to intimidate them into making a vital mistake which he could exploit. Greta replied calmly, unaffected by such words of power. "You have defeated countless Sith before, even the Voices perhaps, but know this, even the greatest do not stay up forever, for all men must die." Their first successful moment of the day came as one of Enoch's blades struck home, as it managed to break through Grayson's defences.

With a hand thrust towards her partner, the Jedi sent a blast of telekinetic force his way. Greta knew what that meant, and what would come soon enough. Jedi Grayson was smart and realised he could not take on the two of them at once for long, and had now made the decision to focus his efforts on one for as long as he could. The Sith knight steeled her resolve and defences, as she prepared for the oncoming blow, which came in hardly any time at all.

The twin blades came in a whirl of raging force, the blur of violet and blue blades twirling in response to her own. It took every single bit of her training to repel them, but try as she might, fighting two blades with a Jedi far more skilled than her was way above her skill level.

Blocking the violet blade with a parry, Greta missed the blue blade which came singing across her phrik breastplate. The blade struck the plate, and she felt the blow, but the armour held. Furious, Greta let her rage fuel her, as she began to let loose a series of savage blow and strikes of her own, amplified with the malevolence of the force, her fury oozing with the dark side of the force.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

Location: Outside of the Arms Factory
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Mullarus"]

She kept the pressure on. There was never an attempt to mortally wound – but she was a Jedi. She needed to wound him to a point where he could not pose a threat.

There was no pity for his choice of actions. He was a Sith and if not neutralised, he would kill. Of that she was certain.

But she took no pleasure in destroying his saber and injuring his hand. She loved the fight, not the destruction that resulted. But she was a Jedi. And she did her job.

So she listened to his words. “You have lost a fight. Nothing more. Your whole life is ahead of you. And only you can decide what path to walk.” It felt odd, these words tumbling from her lips. Almost too grown up.

“Come with me. I can show you the Light. Teach you to fight as I do. Show you another way.”

She looked down at him, her saber now deactivated but in her hand. If he tried any tricks, she’d be ready for him.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective PvP
Location Arms factory
Allies: GR, [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Enemies OS, [member="Sage Bane"]

There they were again. The dark hissing snakes that had previously spewed forth poison. But not this time. panting Mantic saw the them fold into a join razor sharp sword of sorts that the sith lord used by swinging around his body cutting across Mantics torso. Having never met this sort of opposition before Mantic was partly surprised. He held up his blade and managed to deflect some of the attack but enough still glided of, sparks flying wild as the saber came in contact with the seering mixture of terentatek hide and cortosis that was [member="Sage Bane"] s extended will.
Surely the contact caused pain to the sith but never the less it came through and hit the jedi knight across his chest. His armor, designed to withstand vong-echnology to the bulk of the hit but it still cut a wound across his left shoulder, rendering parts of the armor flying.

Mantic was a warrior. He had been trained in the jedi ways since the age of four and was in all aspects fully indoctrined into this path. The pain and the potential loss of his own life was something that he had expected at some point. But now all his training kicked in. His own or his padawans life was secondary to stopping this grand evil. They had to keep trying despite the grim odds.
Upon this moment the sith lord turned his attention back to [member="Aston Jacobs"] and thus splitting his focus on the two.

It was what the knight had wished for. While still not fully trained with all of the powers the force has to offer Mantic was a master with the lightsaber.

He copied the siths kip-up and landed on his feet.

While the sith had turned his back on him, trusting in his vong spawned arms to fend for him. This Mantic hoped would be a mistake, having decided to give his padawan the main focus of his attention.
The evil tentacles came flying forward anew, but this time Mantic was not hesitating. He did not know how to deal with these snakes, but he knew how to kill sith and he assumed the snakes was depending on their host to live on.
Upon this realization the light embraced Mantic and with the power of force valor he dodged with roll beneath them to close the small gap between him and [member="Sage Bane"]

The situation was however still dire, they were running out of time and if they were going to best this one it had to be done before they lost due to their own fatigue.

He therefore unleashed a series of lightsaber attacks, using his Ataru form, Mantics preferred choice of styles and one that he mastered himself. Utilizing the saber swarm attack - numerous short strikes to force their opponent into a defensive posture. Hopefully this sudden barrage of attacks would bring a necessary break in the sith lords concentration and offer his padawan an opening to press the attack from his side.

 

[Krux Mullarus]

Location: Same as always
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Nubica Felidae"]

No...I won't become a...

Mullarus would not become a Jedi...but if she was willing to teach him anything, he would listen. At this position he stands in, there is not much he can do. Mullarus does not decieve his opponents. There is no honor in deceit.

"I will not become a Jedi, if that is what you offer. But...I am not afraid of the Light Side of the Force...like many of my kind. I am in no position to tell you no...do what you will, Jedi. Whatever it is, I have earned it."

 

[Khallesh]

Objective PvP
Location Arms factory
Enemies: GR, [member="Aston Jacobs"] [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Allies: OS, [member="Sage Bane"]
Gear: Razor Bugs, Blast bugs, Fire jelly, Blorash Jelly, Fighting claws, Arachnostaff, Skerr Kyrric, Singularity Mine.

Grahkest Val stayed in the alcove as he watched the battle unfold below. He despised having to work within one of the infidel structures. Their strangely artificial angular architecture offended his senses and of often had to check his blaze bug to stay orientated.

His keen eyes followed the movements of the colourful blades used by the Jeedai. Whilst his Cloak of Nuun kept him hidden from sight, his silhouette would shimmer as he reached for his weapon. The Jeedai had become legends in Yuuzhan Vong. The warrior-priests who had halted their invasion of the galaxy nearly a millennia ago. Any Yuuzhan Vong Warrior would sacrifice greatly just for the opportunity to face one in honourable combat.

But as his arm came forwards and he prepared to drop down to the ground floor to join the fight, he felt fingers wrap around his wrist in a vice-like grip.

“Stand down Hunter Grahkest Val,” came the stern whisper. Saluting on the battlefield was frowned upon, but he deferentially nodded his head to the Commander.

Khallesh Val stepped forwards, watching the scene unfold below. Without turning to face him, she pointed off to the side. “Scout around the western perimeter. Report back on any other enemy movements,” she instructed curtly. He acquiesced and slunk off through the darkness. A razor bug now in each hand, Khallesh dropped off the ledge and landed lightly, preparing to join the fray. Ah, she recognised that Sith in fact. It was that slender little creature she often saw around Vrag. Sage? Was that her name? Khallesh couldn't fully recall. It didn't matter.

 

[Aston Jacobs]

Objective PvP
Location Arms factory
Allies: GR, [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies OS, [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Khallesh"]


Aston couldn't have been disappointed, this was a well fought battle, despite a few cuts and bruises here and there. As his stun and hindered the Sith for a few precious moments, which was what he had planned with getting his Master back into the fray. The Padawan's determination and focus despite his wounds and the impending dark surge that could be felt emitting from the Sith like a stench that couldn't ever be removed. They were something that Aston would forever strive for, and keep on fighting.

Aston could see his Master utilizing the Ataru form, the Jedi padawan in turn charged forth with his lightsaber raised in attempt to partially go the opposite of his Masters movements the Padawans side. Aston's feet were upon the ground as his lightsaber blade moved in for the attack in a series of slashes and cuts against the Sith. Fighting with all his strength and will to do so. Despite the impending surge of dark energy, his body and mind has been assaulted by it once. Hopefully it would go better for the Jedi Padawan this time around, knowing what power the Sith could unleash, it was a disadvantage for him obviously. Or so it seemed.

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Objective B: PvP​

Location: Balmorran Arms Factory​

Allies: The One Sith​

Enemies: [member="Mak Manto"]​

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Her quickness to unrational anger at that moment led her to misunderstand of what Mak just asked. “Just what type of woman do you think I am?”, unconsciously she had reached down and picked up one of the pieces of metallic ore. She had tossed it at Mak even before she had realized what she had did.

A second after she had tossed it at him she had realized what she had done. Totally embarrassed she had felt the warmth on her checks. She was horrified. It was a civilized conversation before she had tried to unconsciously beat Mak’s brains in with a piece of metal and rock. “Sorry, that is not what you meant. Right”, she looked around. Hopefully no one else seen that was going through her mind.

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: PVP
Location: Balmorra Arms Factory, ground floor
Allies: [member="Khallesh"]
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Gear: Dark Armor, Sessile Trio-staff, The Blade of the Satvas, Lightsaber

As Sage's amphistaffs ripped into the Jedi's armor, the illusionist felt the slick wetness as a rut was opened in the other man's flesh. The poison should soon begin to dribble into the elder's bloodstream, slowly disabling him and eventually paralyzing him. Sage had defeated more than a few Jedi in this manner. Oh, what was the name of that little one on Telti? There were so many, he could barely remember. Unfortunately, the victorious feeling subsided as the amphistaves lashed out again and met only air, denied contact as the Jedi rolled away.

Soon the Knight was back on his feet, lunging towards the Hand with a series of short, sharp Ataru strikes. His Padawan joined him, and still stunned for a moment, Sage took the brunt of the strikes to in his midsection. As their sabers beat on him, the blades were met with a wall of cortosis and terentatek hide, possibly shorting out one or both of their sabers. Sage staggered backward from the force of the blows, and howled as he took one of the Padawan's deep cuts. The boy's blade sliced into his human arm where the seams of the armor met. The wound sizzled, the smell of burning flesh assaulted his nose, and the Sith Lord awoke from his stun. His enraged serpentine arm writhed and thrashed, lashing out wildly at the two men, attempting bat away their sabers. The tables had turned and the Sith Lord was obviously on the defensive now, but teeth gritted, he expended his well of power to release a powerful Force Wave at both of the men, attempting to blow them across the room.

Sage could not Force-sense the woman, so when Khallesh crept up on his engagement, it gave him a start so great he almost hurled a Force burst at her. Once his heart started again, he realized that it was one of their Legion Yun'Do slayers, a woman he'd seen on many military operations. He threw his head back over his shoulder and gave her a look that said, "a little help here?"