Skirmish A Monument to All Your Achievements | THR vs TSC | Jakku Enclave

[Katsumi Royal]

Tags: Open

The momentum of the armored unit slowed as they got closer to the siege sight, taking a spot hidden in the dunes as Katsumi peered at the targets through her HUD.

"Lines upon lines of heavy artillery, plenty of anti-air... And it seems they are rather focused on shooting any and all shuttles trying to escape."

Was it the worst thing she had seen in her time? No, but there was always another day... Another day to see what sort of sickness this lot and their kin would get up to.

"Weapons check, I want any and all systems ready. Along with our jammer, we will strike while they are focused on the skys and civilians. Jamming their communications if even for a moment while we attack will send them into a panic to figure out what is going on."

This is it, she and her men were about to dive first into hell.

"All systems ready!"

Kat gives a firm nod, the tank now starting to get closer. Spoofing radars in the commotion so that they only appeared as just another weapon in their war machine.

Once more, she would send a secure message out to the Jedi... Hopefully those who were counter attacking this siege line would hear this message.

"This is Capitan Royal, we are closing in. Be advised that any and all friendlies pushing the Sith line are within danger close, you are within danger close. We will do our best to assure that the eyes on the sky are taken care of."

The message pauses are Kat gives an order to her men in the background before she returns.

"Light guard and guide the republic."

As her message ends, the Sith systems would be hit with a potent jam. The skies filled with missiles breaking into a cluster, sending waves of fire and shrapnel across the line.

Followed was a relentless assault from the twin heavy laser cannons, the shots sweeping across horizontally to try and catch as many bodies as they could with their high rate of fire.

thump! thump! thump!

The warring drumbeat of launchers, each sending grenade after grenade at those anti-air units. A mixture between high explosive and EMP, if any weren't damaged or destroyed, they surely would have to be out of the fight for a while.. Right?

Leaving her crew to operate inside, she climbs to the top turret. Clutching her hands firmly around the controls as the gun rotates to find a target.

Such an attack could have easily been from an aircraft, perhaps? But any eyes that would turn would see it to be naught but Republic troops, with one very angrily peering out from her helmet's visor as she looked for a target.

"Enemy line ambushed and intercepted."

She calls over the comms to the Jedi.




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[Riya Pashen]

Tag: Katsumi Royal Open​

From the dusty skies above Jakku, a wave of Republic transports streaked downward under heavy fighter escort. Several carried the compact, agile HR-13 Light Assault Tanks. Anti-air fire lit up the descent — one transport erupted in a fireball mid-air, while another spiraled and slammed into the dunes moments later. The surviving craft hovered just above the scorching sand, bay doors slamming open as infantry and armor poured out behind the mobile troops who had already begun hammering the Sith siege line.

Inside the lead HR-13, Lieutenant Riya Parshan peered through the viewport, her lips curving into a wry smile. If planets were people, she thought, Tatooine and Jakku would be siblings separated at birth. The endless sea of dunes stretched in every direction, twin to that dusty rock she calls home.

Her driver, Renn Vorr, suddenly let out a whoop as the tank surged over a dune crest, racing to link up with the friendly forces just ahead. "Now this is podracing!"

"We'll be in range soon, LT," her gunner, Taraal Keth, reported coolly.


Riya keyed her comm. "Captain Royal, this is Iron Fang. Nice work with that opening act. Just tell us where you need us and we'll kick these Sith bastards right in the ass."

She smirked, eyes gleaming at the distant columns of smoke rising from wrecked Sith armor and artillery. It didn't matter how far this battlefield was from Republic space. Every cultist they killed was one less shadow on the galaxy.

 

[Bastila Sal-Soren]

Bastila had never liked silence.

Not true silence. Not the kind that settled after laughter had died or the calm stillness that came with meditation. This was something different. The silence on Jakku had always carried expectation, as though the desert itself held its breath waiting for the next disaster to claw its way over the horizon.

She had promised herself she would never return and yet here she was.

"I can go to Jakku."

The words had escaped before she had truly considered them. Spoken across a room occupied by Jedi whose opinions carried far greater weight than her own. Lorn had paused. Rik had looked thoroughly confused. Briana had reacted exactly as an older sister should, immediately shutting the suggestion down before Bastila had even finished speaking.

In hindsight it had taken surprisingly little to convince them.

Now, courtesy of the stealth fighter Osira Perris had quietly placed at her disposal, Bastila found herself back beneath the rusted bones of the world she had spent years trying to leave behind.

The irony wasn't lost on her as she moved beneath dust that had sifted lazily from the cracked ceiling as another distant tremor rolled through the complex.

"Briana..." Her fingers tapped the controls built into her vambrace and only static answered.

She tried again and received nothing. Months of effort establishing the Underground's communications network and, the moment it was actually needed, every frequency had dissolved into white noise.

"Frakking hells." She exhaled through her nose and pressed on.

Her assignment had been simple. Find Lossa. Deliver the message and leave.

That objective had become considerably more complicated roughly two minutes after touchdown, when the emergency transmission had burst across every functioning Republic channel.

Sith on Jakku.

Since then, every distant impact had sounded a little closer. Every shadow seemed just a little longer.

She rounded another corner, feeling the vibration through the durasteel beneath her boots before hearing it. Somewhere deep within the old structure something groaned, ancient supports protesting under stresses they had never been designed to bear.

A door ahead hissed open and Bastila stepped through before immediately making herself stop.

The room was saturated with tension and not the ordinary anxiety of frightened people.

"Lossa..." The greeting faltered as every instinct she possessed came alive at once. Her gaze swept the room automatically, taking in faces before details. Lossa first. Alive. Then Romi. Her posture alone was enough to make the hairs rise across the back of her neck. She was alert. Ready. Something here was off. "...Rik and Briana sent me."

The explanation sounded almost too small against the atmosphere hanging over the room.

"Master Jade?" Concern softened the edge in her voice without dulling its caution. "Are you okay?"

OUTFIT: XoXo | TAG: Romi Jade Lossa Aureus EQUIPMENT:

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[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Jakku - Jakku Enclave

Equipment:
Vanguard Robes | Lightsaber | Shoto | Cybernetic Arm

Sand sprayed beneath Ace's boots as he abruptly skidded to a halt. The sound the accompanied his name single word traveled through his bones like a shockwave.​

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He turned toward the voice and saw Arris standing beyond the dunes, unmistakable despite the distance between them. His eyes immediately found the face looking back at him. Her own face, not Rox's, the face he'd seen in that holo back in her den on Nar Shaddaa so long ago. The realization lingered only a heartbeat before his gaze drifted over the rest of her. Even from this distance, she looked... wrong.​

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His expression remained composed, though there was none of the coldness she was used to. He simply looked at her but offered no reply. Then, without warning, Arris stopped moving entirely as if she were frozen in place.​

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Ace frowned ever so slightly. It wasn't hesitation, he knew her too well for that. Once Arris committed herself to something, there was very little in the galaxy capable of stopping her.​

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Only then did another familiar voice carry faintly across the wind. His gaze shifted beyond Arris as another figure emerged over the crest of the dune.​

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Isobel.​

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The sight of her drew the faintest crack through the calm expression he had worn since arriving on Jakku. His features softened almost imperceptibly as dark eyes settled on her. Whether it was disappointment, sadness, or some quiet mixture of the two, even he couldn't have said.​

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Before either of them spoke another word, golden light burst to life in her hand, followed a heartbeat later by the crimson glow of her shoto. He felt her presence brush gently against his mind. Ace lowered his barrier with caution and as she spoke to him in his mind, his eyes never left hers.​

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<<You can too.>> The silent exchange lasted only an instant before memory quietly surfaced.​

"Do you think you'll be able to stand across from these friends and fight them?"

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Lorn's question had lingered with him ever since the night he'd broken him out of that Republic prison. He had already stood opposite Varin on Eshan, and even that had tested his resolve. This was different. Somehow, it felt worse. Even the thought of facing Arris didn't weigh upon him quite like standing here before Isobel.​

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Still, he had chosen this path knowing exactly where it might lead. Atonement was never going to be easy, and if there remained even the smallest chance of bringing Isobel back, then he owed it to both of them to try.​

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Ace watched the twin blades in silence. His own blue lightsaber remained low at his side, but his right hand never moved toward the second hilt at his belt. Drawing the shoto would only escalate the fight.​

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He wasn't foolish enough to lower his guard against Isobel, but neither was he willing to be the first to tell her this had to become a battle to the death.​

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His gaze drifted briefly toward Arris before returning to Isobel, quietly waiting to see what either of them would do next.​

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Arris Windrun | Isobel Serraris​

 

[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber

Varin’s gaze flicked over the battlefield as artillery munitions were loaded up into position ready to fire upon the Jedi just ahead of them on the battlefield.

Varin’s orders were clear, keep the men motivated and alive, prevent any interruptions with the plan of conquest. Short, simple and to the point. The way he preferred.

Varin’s arms crossed over his armored chest, the heavy metal of his protective coat seemed to absorb the light that came in contact with it. His glaring red visor running over the battle ahead of them, just ahead he could hear the heavy thudding of a walker beginning to make its way over.

A sense came over him to just glance over his shoulder where he spotted a few straggling jedi aligned scum trying to sneak over to cause interference. Varin’s arms dropped as he slowly approached. His heavy bootfalls echoing towards their direction as one by one they each looked over at him, their gazes moving up and up to finally meet his towering figure.

Varin stood above them on a small platform just above them, the Sith mace holstered on his back, the Black Blade sheathed at his side and on the other side was the hilt of his saber. All weapons of destruction he had mastered over his time engaging in battles and conquest.

Varin’s hand reached back gripping the handle of the mace. Wordless and silent. What was there to say? They were trespassing and had the audacity to plot a resistance against their futility.

One of them fired a blaster, multiple rounds impacted his armor only to bounce off from its dense protection, leaving nothing but slight smoke trails off the surface.

Varin drew the mace and dropped down to them, holding the mace above his head, the force surged through his body enhancing strength speed and endurance. His flesh beneath his armor only hardened into scales granting further protection then…

The mace impacted with the ground, their foundation shook as a telekinetic blast erupted from the impact point, sending the resistors to their back.

He moved quick dashing to one that struggled to grab her weapon, his mace quickly falling over her back, crushing bone. Not even so much as a scream leaving her. Quick and efficient.

Varin then drew his horrid Black Blade, slashing across the air releasing a wind of sharpness that bisected another. The last one he slowly approached weapons drawn, ready to finish them as they sent out an SOS message to whomever dared answer it.

Then, it fell silent. His Blade moved quickly, silencing his calls for help. But the signal still traveled.

Jonyna Si​

 

[Arris Windrun]

Isobel Serraris | Acier Moonbound
Down & Out
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Arris stood high, looking down at her former apprentice. She was ready to charge in--

--until her whole body seized in an instant. At first, she believed her cybernetics had locked into place. A failure of the heat. But she quickly knew better, knew what she was capable of even during these extreme circumstances.

Then, angry words came from Isobel. They both surprised her and revealed immediately who was responsible for her predicament. The moment the acolyte released her, Arris fell to one knee before picking herself back up with movement fit for the end of a long night at the cantina more than the battlefield.

Her attention snapped in the young woman's direction, with a spark of anger echoing in the Force. The cyborg's voice, however, was calm.

"Please don't undermine my autonomy ever again."

She was unaware that either Isobel or Acier were speaking telepathically. Sense was not among her strengths, beyond what the Force chose to tell her.

Windrun's weapons stayed in their holster, but Ace knew she was just as inclined to fight hand-to-hand. However, her demeanor was closer to the way he last saw her on Corellia. This was not the stance or attitude of a fighter who slid down the sand and walked towards him across the scorching desert. Her cybernetic body was still dripping coolant.

An artillery walker lumbered behind her, wavering against the sun-soaked haze as it moved into position.

"Ace," she said his name again. "Why are you here?"

She had not elected to describe her relationship with Acier to Isobel. Whether the acolyte was nosy enough to unravel details on her own, the Triumvir did not know, but it wasn't a secret that he happened to be her former apprentice. Though the circumstances of his departure were never made clear, no matter how many instructors - or even Mercy - pressed her for an answer.