Another Battle of Anzat [TSE vs SJO]

[ryanw5385]

Darth Imperium stood atop a hill. Calling out with the Force to all Jedi.

"Fight me. I accept all challengers!"

He was growing tired of simply killing fodder. He wanted a challenge.

 

[Garland Kramer]

Garland stood there stunned for a moment as the Sith fell to the floor. The thud of his lifeless body was the only thing to be heard after his heroic deed. The man he believed he knew to be Jayce, had not only blocked the intruder's attack, but had extinguished it as well. The troopers cheered as their savior lay there unconscious. Garland sighed, The fools believe this to be a victory, yet it was only the first blow struck in the long endeavor to come, to have lost a strong ally so quickly surely shows how unprepared we are for our enemy. Garland wondered if [member="Vanessa Vantai"] knew what they would encounter on this journey. Turning to his Acklay, he knew what he had to do. He snapped his fingers and the creature approached them. Garland used the force and moved Jayce's limp body up onto the beast. Garland then spoke to the Acklay "Take this man to the medical bay, let none stand in your way, and stay there until he recovers." With the command given, Garland snapped once more and the Acklay left the hall, heading towards medical attention as it was told.

This not only got Jayce out of any more harms way, but it hopefully calmed some of the tension that had been generated by his beast from the upset woman who had shown up seconds before the attack. The way she carried herself and snapped orders, she clearly thought she was important. Whether this was true, or if she was just flexing her ego, was yet to be seen. He approached the woman with caution, "How are you doing? The name's Garland Kramer." Garland wasn't going to try and make small talk, they had a mission to do, and now they had to find the two women who had evaded them.

The corridor they had vanished into was one that ran towards one of the ship's main energy conduits, no doubt their plan was to sabotage the engine and stall the ship, possibly for reinforcements to board. They had no time to lose, Garland turned to the RAD troopers and gave an order. "Alright, I have an idea as to where they are heading, they are going for one the ship's engine's, our job is to stop this from happening. Let's move!" he watched at the troopers responded to his command and filed into the tunnel. Garland let them take the lead, the battle was going to be hard fought, as they had seen mere moments earlier. Pawns go first, a quick thought as he followed the unit.

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Allies: [member="Jayce Vitalus"] | [member=Orion Darkstar"] | [member="Vanessa Vantai"] | [member="Calina Ovmar"]​

Enemies [member="Laira Darkhold"] | [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] | [member="Shamira Karuto"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Ah, yes. [member="Jairdain"] . The Witch who brought me back from death." The ever persistent grin on Darth Ferus's face widened at the mention of her name. [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] had stumbled into the secret the Sith had been trying to let him in on, and the chance to rub it in the Jedi's face would not be passed up. "But none the less I agree. Young one, consider this a lesson. Watch, and perhaps you will learn something." All at once the playful grin faded from Ferus's face as he suddenly surged forward, the blade in his hand dipping into the ground to leave a molten scar of his charge.

Yuroic and Krest once had fought long ago. When Yuroic was but a boy, a shadow of what he was now. As was Ferus. Jairdain had not just brought back the old Sith to life, but with it his youth, his strength. It was only a quick slash from below, but the strength behind it showed why he was a Lord of the Sith.

 

[WelshGuy]

Yuroic hid his anger, the fact that Jairdain had brought this Sith back to life shocked him. Part of him didn't want to believe Krest but now, now wasn't the time to demand answers or to question the truth. It would only give satisfactions to Sith Lord, let him know that he got to Yuroic. There would be time after, far away from the Dark Side where Yuroic can talk to Jairdain, confront her on what happened and why it happened. For now, Yuroic needed to focus, he needed to keep his mind in the present for now Krest had begun his attack. The slash was easy to parry, but Yuroic could feel the strength that he did not previously. The old man had vitality that he had once lost.

To counter, Yuroic flung his robotic arm forward, prepared to make contact with Krest's jaw. From there, Yuroic jumped up over Krest and landed behind him, moving the blade in a swift manner, it was a rough use of Ataru. His body spun and he flicked the blade at Krest's legs and body, his strikes with the single blade were light but testing to see if the old Sith Lord had the endurance to match his new vitality or if it was only a temporary improvement. He was still not utilising his Lightsabers to their full potential but he wanted to hold back. Jumping in was careless. He had been careless before, it cost him an arm. It was a lesson that Yuroic would never forget.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

It was that smile, that cocky self confident smirk that finally ended up spurring Asaraa to action, her bare feet dancing forward across the ground towards him. The Jedi let her body rise up onto her tip toes as she danced to the side before the silver blade of her lightsaber lashed out towards the man’s side. The Padawan let herself twist, feeling the ground twist beneath her toes as she let the blade dart out as she extended the blade in thrust towards her opponent. She knew that his guard, the defences would be more than enough to take any strike but that’s what Makashi was all about, about outmanoeuvring your opponent, taking advantage of his weaknesses, and gaps in his form.

She knew that the others were nearby, that if she could draw the man’s focus and his lightsaber then maybe they would have a chance to strike, to knock through the defences that had sent them flying. The Togruta reached out to touch the force, feeling the familiar flow of energy flowing through her body, adding a touch of speed to her movements as she twisted her body to extend her reach. She could feel the waves of darkness flowing off the man, only hoping that her own presence in the force could act as a beacon, a candle in the darkness the man exuded, enough of a barrier to hold him back. She let the breath flow out of her body as she reached out with the force to the blaster she’d thrown at the Sith before. Only he didn’t throw it at him again, this time she depressed the trigger, a blaster bolt soaring out towards her opponent.

[member="Kolbacca"] | [member="Darth Sibilus"] | [member="Kat Decoria"]

 

[Kat Decoria]

Kat watched as the bolts were blocked with ease. She had anticipated that, so it didn't annoy her too much, however the tone that he took to the Wookiee did annoy her. She was Echani, of course she was a capable fighter, hell she was probably the best melee fighter in the whole Antarian Rangers. She was Echani, she lived and breathed combat growing up, so to mock someone for being worse than her, it insulted her more than it insulted the other person. The Sith believed that she wouldn't as good as a Jedi or Sith. "Of course I'm better than him. I trained to fight since I could hold a blade. I'm Echani, fighting is our entire lives. I can keep up with any Jedi or Sith with a blade." Kat snarled, anger filling her voice.

She watched as Asaraa jumped into the fray, attacking the Sith. Jumping, Kat launched her leg and sent a roundhouse kick to his head, spinning around straight afterwards. Her pike moved to sweep the legs from behind him, using its longer reach and the distraction to make him stumble and creating an opening. Kat was now going aggressively offensive, determined to prove that she was a capable fighter, that she was more than capable, that the Sith were amateurs when it came to fighting. Fighting was an art form they never appreciated, not like her people. To her, it was a way to see a person's soul, the way they fought revealed everything about them, whether or not they meant to show it. They always did to an Echani.

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Darth Sibilus"] | [member="Kolbacca"]

 

[Onrai]

OOC: was told Julius Sedaire is backing out, hence the edit.

Location: Pluton-class Battleship Ablution​, in orbit of Anzat
Objective: Defend the planet from the Silver Jedi Order
Allies: [member="Natassia Traxen"] [member="Darth Imperium"] [member="Orion Darkstar"] [member="Garland Kramer"] [member="Jayce Vitalus"] [member="Calina Ovmar"]
Enemies: [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] [member="Shamira Karuto"] [member="Laira Darkhold"]

On Board

With regards to Elpsis and Laira, the troopers did hold back, only to be almost singed by Elpsis's pyrotechnic powers. Their weapons raised, they moved forward - it was clear the invaders weren't going to be surrendering - as they followed the ship's layout, troopers coming down from the upper deck down the ladder to join the fray. Other troop units were redirected in an attempt to cut off the boarders, to prevent them from progressing further - doors were shut as well, at least two that directly led to the location they were trying to reach and some behind the incoming groups of troopers. One door, however, did not have any troopers between it and the dynamic duo.

In Space

"They're trying it again..." Vanessa looked through the binoculars. "No ion torpedoes this time. Fighters and bombers, move to intercept the warheads as they come in. Oh, and see if you can't snag one of those warheads we disabled." A gunship quickly left the hangar and dragged the disabled warhead to the hangar of the Ablution​, where the ordnance was quickly disarmed. There was no time of course to dissect the weapon given that a massive battle was raging - that would need to be worked on after the Silver fleet was removed from the system.

The fighters continued to engage the warheads as they came in, staying a distance behind the warships. Vanessa noticed that the strike craft were retreating and returning to their ships' hangars. "They're about to try something. I don't know what it is, but it's likely some sort of anti-fighter screen. Once we've dealt with their latest warhead barrage, have all fighters return to their hangars. We're going to try something depending on their next move. Have them ready to launch again at my command, though." She smiled. "We still have a ways to go."

The Ablution​ stayed in the center of the fleet as the corvettes moved to flank it. The Resolute took a position next to the Pluton as the Legacys flanked the two warships, the three Guardians at the front, left, and right of the situation. All guns were currently being fired towards the fleet as they readied the starting calculations for what would prove to be a particularly bold move were she to successfully pull this off. They slowly began to move towards the enemy fleet.

​"Begin the calculations."

Spoiler

Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull | Weapons | Subsystems
Pluton-class Battleship | Ablution​ | 2000m | 87 | 99 | 100 | 99(Minor General Subsystem Damage)
Resolute-class Supercarrier | ​Endeavour​ | 1800m | 74 | 94 | 100 | 90(Minor Engine Damage)
​Legacy-class Heavy Cruiser | ​Sartinaynian | 800m | 91 | 100 | 100 | 100
Legacy-class Heavy Cruiser | Ragnos​ | 800m | 100 | 93 | 100 | 100
Attrition IIL-class Light Star Destroyer | Traya​ | 1200m | 94 | 100 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | Bulwark​ | 400m | 91 | 100 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | ​Wasp​ | 400m | 89 | 100 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | Kotiate​ | 400m | 95 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Claw​ | 200m | 95 | 100 | 100 | 100
​Massassi-class Corvette | Enforcer​ | 200m | 93 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Thule​ | 200m | 96 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Zeplin | 200m | 98 | 100 | 100 | 100

​Starfighters
​2x Solace-class Starfighter squadrons (24)
​2x Trident-class Y-Wing Light Bomber squadrons (23)
4x Forge-class Interceptor squadrons (44)
3x Vornskr-class Interceptor squadrons (43)
3x Exodus-class Strategic Bomber squadrons (12)
3x Eightgun-class Assault Fighter squadrons (47)
3x Aeseth-class Space Superiority Fighter squadrons (36)
6x Scrapmetal-class Drone squadrons (64)

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Stephanie didn’t look up at the Anzat as he spoke, expecting a fatal blow as well as his stinging words. But she knew he wasn’t all right. Yet, partly, he was.

The hilt, intact but with some components falling off, suddenly dropped into the grit before her knees and she looked at it. And then, the vibrosword. It looked bigger on the ground beside her lightsaber hilt. More dangerous, deadly and brutal. Next, a com.

There was no killing strike, but a dark invitation to seek him out again. Maybe he could make sense of what she felt? Maybe in time he would just try to help her? Maybe she was already lost for even considering it.

A TIE engine roared overheard followed by that of an A-Wing – emerald green. Jade Squadron. She looked at the Sith walking away to the perimeter of the city that seemed to be belching smoke from the inside.

"I didn’t beg," she muttered. "I asked. And you didn’t. Which means you’re not beyond salvation."

Stephanie hesitated, but picked up the com and slipped it into her belt pocket and then took a moment to reattach her hilt components – yes, she tried it, but it was without kyber – and then the vibrosword. The hilt was fixed to her belt latch and she stood, knees creaking and face torn with pain constantly stretching and aggravating the torso scar.

Holding the blade like a cane, blade down on the ground, she walked around the perimeter, the metallic sound of the blade dragging across the grit and stone behind her boots.

"I’m outside…the city. Who needs help," she spoke into her wrist com.

Her head turned, hearing the call by another Dark force - [member="Darth Imperium"] – and her fingers gripped the vibrosword.

No. NO.

She hissed and shook her head. She wouldn’t survive. She would either die or be captured again.

"[member="Valkren Calderon"] if you’re out there bring in your Rangers to my position – it’s clear."

At least she had survived this time and done her job.

[member="Kilrys Serccci"]

 

[Darth Sibilus]

Objective: Kill the Echani and Jedi
Allies: TSE
Enemies: [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

The Epicanthix let his instincts guide his blade, deflecting the momentum from the Togruta to try and knock her off kilter, his crimson weapon flashing with ferocity as Drios' feet stepped precisely to keep up with his opponent's assault. The blaster bolt would be more of an issue, but once the Jedi had committed herself to a twist and thrust, he lunged backwards, out of her range. The bolt went meandering into the crowd of soldiers nearby.

From nowhere, a mechanical foot collided with his cranium and blood seeped into his left eye. He narrowly missed the Force pike, but stumbled regardless, nearly losing his footing as he wiped the metallic tasting liquid from his eye and eyebrow. It continued to run down his forehead, though his eyebrow managed to quell the flow into his eye. Frowning, the Sith Lord lunged forwards once more, his blade a blur with the surprising speed he possessed.

He would begin at the Echani, feigning a stab before swiping low at her mechanical legs, aiming to separate the area below her knee with the rest of her body. Then, without so much as taking a breath he was upon Asaraa, his blade held high above his head in the Djem So Falling Avalanche attack, where his lightsaber came hurtling down like an avalanche upon her, raining destruction from above. A dull ringing had begun in his head.

 

[Lina Zambrano]

[member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"][member="Laira Darkhold"][member="Garland Kramer"]

Of course they were going to fight, even outnumbered that’s exactly what these people did. She couldn’t help but smile inwardly at that content that no matter how outnumbered their opposition was, they would always fight. The internal smile evaporated when the other sith came to approach her. She gifted him with little more than and up down glance.

“Ovmar.” she replied, pointedly ignoring the question of her health. He may have been content to let the soldiers go first, but she was not. Shooting the man another irritated look, she drew on the force and moved ahead of the troopers, putting on a burst of speed to catch up with the women. If the troopers opened fire not only would they risk hitting vital systems, but they risked hitting her.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Laira wasn't even aware one of the Dark Siders was taken out of commission until she had moved into the cramped tunnel. She was grateful that the number of actual threats decreased, but was otherwise still too concerned with making sure Elpsis and her had the most advantage against the ship's hordes of defenders. In this case that meant having them file into a tight space against a pyromancer and a girl with a grav-pulse gun.

As she ran towards the door she fired a bolt, smashing the first trooper with a compressed gravity bolt that sent the stormtrooper flying with a sickening crack, his chest piece punched in as though he had been kicked in the stomach by a fully grown roggwort. The two troopers behind him went flailing as he was propelled into them, sending them sprawling to the floor, but they were the lucky ones. The trooper was dead before he even hit the ground.

The door however was locked when she reached it, "I need a second Red booty." She didn't want to use names for whatever reason, call it mission planning, call it a throw back to her father's days of giving women call signs based on their most attractive and noticeable features. In fact, Elpsis had been Red Booty on Kaeshana at one time before asking to be dubbed Cinder. But Laira preferred Booty.

Taking cover in an alcove the princess sprayed the door with her ion discharge gun. Since she didn't know where the locking mechanism was her plan was to spray the whole door frame and control pad, then just blast it open with her Grav-gun until it gave way and let the two redheads into the engine room where they could start their sabotage. Her dataspike was ready and primed, but they would need time for it to purge out the critical failure safeties and overload the energy conduit, time they would have to defend the uplink, which for them stormtroopers would be super easy, they couldn't risk shooting and destroying the conduit or irradiating the engines. But the Sith were another matter, they actually presented a risk.

[member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Garland Kramer"]
[member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"]

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Garland Kramer"], [member="Calina Ovmar"], [member="Laira Darkhold"]


One Sith had apparently been taken out of commission, and was subsequently carried away by an Acklay. Elpsis barely registered this. Her magnetic revolver fired, piercing the chestplate of a Sith radtrooper with hypervelocity projectiles. His armour was smeared with blood and he fell as the pellets did nasty things to his lung, leaving him to choke on his own blood.


Another went down when the burst hit him in the kneecaps. She could sense that one of the Sith was closing in on them, for her dark aura caught the attention of the empath's Force Sight. Laira had taken cover in an alcove and was working on the door. Elpsis was confident that Laira would be able to manage that, so she focused her attention on buying her some time. "Hey, I'm the best." Naturally she had to reply to Laira's quip, while pulling at the tangled web of power that was the Force.


You might have guessed what hapened next, dear reader. The pyromancer harnessed her gift, channelling the power of flame. Her milky-white eyes seemed to glow, as did her flaming red hair, beneath her helmet. Streams of fire erupted from her seemingly burning hands. Merging, the two streams formed a wall of fire, a barrier that stood between the two rebels and the Sith and their minions. The air temperature rose, as blazing heat filled the area. She figured the Force-users would be able to shield themselves to some extent, but any minions that tried to pass through would get roasted. Conveniently, the damage this section had sustained meant that the fire suppression would not activate.

 

[Darth Ferus]

With his lips only a thin line on his face the Sith took the punch from [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] . A punch that should have knocked him over, but instead impacted an almost solidified wall of energy that caught most. Most. The sharp pain of metal colliding with flesh flooded Ferus's mind but he continued forward using the momentum from his charge. He set his next step forward and swung around low, his red blade carving through the air as he defended himself.

Ataru. He recognized the style, one he had tried when he was far younger but could never truly grasp. It was a better form for smaller folk than he, less he loose another of his limbs. As Yuroic landed Ferus pushed from his low perch on the ground, diving forward with the same strength as before in his strikes. It was almost reckless in how he struck, yet easily seen as careful to a trained eye such as Yuroic. Where the Zabrak could extend his arms fully to hit with even more power he kept them close, bent, ready to change direction at a moments noticed.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Surface of Anzat
Objective: Defeat the Sith

Ally: [member="Kat Decoria"]

Engaging: [member="Darth Sibilus"]

She’d overextended, the Togruta realised that the second after she’d made the thrust forward, too eager to strike a blow, too eager to wipe that smile off the Sith’s smug face. So she’d gone charging on and he managed to keep the advantage, a small movement of his blade enough to deflect her attack, sending her racing past him seemingly without effort. The young woman was glad that her skin was naturally red, enough to hide the flush of anger and shame she felt over the ease with which he’d dismissed her attacks and deflected her blaster bolt.

It was distinctly unjedi-like, she was very aware of that, but Asaraa couldn’t help the feeling of elation, the way her lips curled up as she saw Kat’s attack hit home, drawing first blood as she sent their opponent reeling. “First blood to…” her voice trailed off as she saw him recover and strike at Kat before raising his hands in a familiar strike at her, aiming to cleave her in two. As a user of Djem So herself, she was only too aware of how powerful the blow could be. The last thing she should ever try to do was meet it head on, the overhead strike was designed to slice through any guard she could mount. Instead, the young woman stepped into the man and to her left, her lightsaber coming up in a onehanded strike not meant to meet the red blade head on but deflect it to the side as she pivoted around on one foot. The jarring strength of the blow almost numbing her wrist as she reached out for the energy of the force, drawing on it to brace her wrist and add some speed to her turn as she jabbed her fist at the man’s body.

 

[WelshGuy]

Krest had been able to block his blows. The wall of energy that weakened his punch surprised him most, it was a surprising to watch but a nuisance. Matching blows, them both seemed capable fighters and Yuroic could tell that Krest was not the older and weaker fighter he had formerly believed. Deciding it was time to bring out his second blade, Yuroic ignited his blade using the two lightsabers as a saberstaff. Spinning the blades in a blur of golden light as he narrowed his eyes sending his blade to slice at the jaw of the Sith Lord.

"Seems we have become quite the even match." Begrudging admitted Yuroic, "but I still have a few tricks left." The Sith Lord's attack was careful and calculated but Yuroic decided that he would make use of it. Changing from Ataru to Makashi, Yuroic parried the attack while sending a counterstrike in quick succession. This seamless transition from one Form to another came from Yuroic's heavy training in Niman, which adopted all the other Forms into one. Yuroic was sure this way of attacking would upset the Sith Lord in his confidence. He felt assured that his attacks would be now too random for the Sith Lord to predict.

It was something that he held in deep hope, but there was still one more style of attack he had left. One surprise he could use to unstable Krest.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Kat Decoria]

Kat smirked as she heard Asaraa chirp up, though the young Padawan was cut short by the Sith Lord's continued attack. Kat decided to help, while her initial attack landed. It seemed that the Sith Lord was stronger than Kat would have liked, stubborn and strong in his attacks. He was able to cope with the two of them attack at once. Her pike blocked the attack to her leg, she refused to allow him to disable her once more. Instead, she countered the strike and swung the blade at his head. Attacking him from a different angle than Asa.

"Hey, first blood to the good guys. We have this, don't worry. Two bad asses like us against him, no chance for him!" She smirked as jabbed at the Sith Lord's back, poking at the spine to make sure he stumbled, unbalanced it would be easier for Asa to land her attacks on the Sith Lord. Kat then aimed for the back of his legs to make him collapse to the ground. She twirled her pike in readiness for another strike from him, her determination and anger were ready to propel her forward.

[member="Darth Sibilus"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

 

[Lina Zambrano]

[member="Laira Darkhold"] [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"]

Calina had a heart beats notice, enough time for her to suck in a breath and curse, skidding to a halt before the wall of flame that filled the corridor. Heat filled the corridor rapidly, circuits beginning to spark, lights flickered and died. IF they got to where they were going, the ship would be dead, and her along with it.

Any other ship, any other day where her own life wasn’t at stake, she would have smiled and let it happen. “Gorram it.” she muttered, opening herself fully to the force she reached beyond the wall of flame to pinpoint the pyromancers location. Front and center. Perfect.

Force shield rose up around her and she stepped forward into the flames to meet the first red head with a snap right hand punch aimed for her nose. Or at least where she through it might be.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Behind the princess the corridor became bathed in light and heat, the fire Elpsis had conjured forming into a wall from floor to ceiling and from wall to wall, burning and charring the few Stormtroopers trying to funnel into the choke point. The conduits and circuits along the wall sparked and melted, the lights above them shattered and exploded in showers of sparks. Lots of property damage was going down.

The lights around the door frame went dead from her ion discharger, the control panel sparking from the electrical overload. Locking the door had cost them a precious few seconds to get inside the engine room so they could mess with the conduits, but it didn't much stop the infiltrators. They were lucky the fire suppression systems weren't active in the area. Only a few switches to dump dioxis through the corridor and the engine room if the Sith kept that kind of poison in stock.

Laira pulled the trigger of her pulse gun, the blast door shuddering and dinting from the force of the pistol. They were knocked partially open, enough that the two redheads might be able to squeeze through. That assumed Laira could fit, which was generous given her bust, but nothing a sharp kick to one side of the doors couldn't fix. Her leg tensed and kicked at the door's edge, forcing it open just a little more, just enough for Laira to suck in and slip through the opening.

"Come on Red Booty," the Princess called suddenly noticing that one of the Sith had run forward and engaged Elpsis in close quarters. Laira's instincts were to rush to her friends aid and beat that sith bish to a pulp for daring to hurt her bae, but that would cost the duo time and the Princess needed to learn not to force herself inbetween Elpsis and a fight. Elpsis was a big girl and could handle herself just fine, she didn't need Laira getting in the way. But she could use a hand.

Laira leveled her grav pistol at the approaching Stormtroopers. They weren't firing anymore due to the risk of the probably self-important Sith girl, but they were still approaching the charred corridor with caution, wanting to see if they could slip around or assist most likely. Laira snapped another bolt of compressed gravity into the helmet of a stormtrooper which had a much more gory effect that she had assumed. The bolt smashed into the sinister helmet and turned it into a crushed can.

[member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"]
[member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Garland Kramer"]

 

[Darth Sibilus]

Allies: TSE
Enemies: [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], SJO

After the Jedi redirected his strike, the man quickly raised his lightsaber to abate the danger coming from her weapon. "I sense great frustration in you, Jedi. Embrace it, feel your passion rising into anger and end me." he hissed, feeling the fist connect with his unarmoured side. It stung, and bore little effect to the gargantuan man, and only served to open her up as he locked his saber with hers, hot sparks scorching the ground around him. The Force tingled within him, flashing the Echani's intent before him seconds before it was too late and he conformed to its will, nimbly sidestepping and breaking the lock, cutting open her defence as he swiped his blade outwards and thus exposing her to her own ally's weapon which coursed for her.

Now with both of his enemies wide open, the Epicanthix seized the Echani telekinetically, applying pressure to her throat and suspending her in the air, holding the Togruta at bay with a blade pointed at her chest, eager to plunge it deep into the Padawan's heart and end this bout once and for all.

"You're beaten, Silver scum."

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Calina Ovmar"], [member="Laira Darkhold"]


So far, so good. A bunch of Stormtroopers had been roasted while trying to get through the fiery barrier. The stench of their charred flesh filled the air. It is said that death by fire is the purest death...but there sure as hell was nothing pure about it here. Conduits, circuits and lights died in the process.


Laira had dealt with the door and provided covering fire with the gravity gun. Elpsis moved to join her, but then suddenly the woman who was probably a Sith Knight burst through the flames, having used the Force to shield herself.


Ere Elpsis could engage her, a snap punch slammed into her face. To be precise, it connected with her nose. Ouch. Her nose was not in a good state. There was blood and the redhead was pushed back, throwing into a brief daze. Aggression took over. Pain tended to be the trigger for a fiery redhead.


Acting on instinct, a powerful telekinetic blast rippled from Elpsis, intended to slam into the Sith with great force and propel her back into the wall of fire. Those were burning pretty hot. Assuming the woman was able to shield herself to one extent or the other, there'd probably still be the damage from being battering rammed into the floor or a wall. Elpsis was not picky.