Baby Battling (SSC/JO Padawans vs OS Acolytes)

[Darth Pyrrhus]

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A number of Sith dropships under escort rained down upon the dark, corrupted planet. There weren't many of them. This wasn't an invasion. This was merely a training exercise. There was no need to draw more attention to their presence than what was absolutely necessary. The ships carried no armies, no Sith Lords or Knights. The only Lord who had been in their company was Darth Pyrrhus, and he simply watched them leave from the comfort of the bridge of his own ship. There was no grand plan behind it, other than a little field trip for the young ones. The intent was to get them more in touch with the Dark Side while testing their worth, and as always: culling the weak.

The planet they arrived at had almost been picked at random. Almost. Their destination was Raxus Prime. It was a rotten world. The planet was highly industrial, covered with immense factories, vast debris fields and toxic lakes. Most of the population lived in sealed environments near industrial facilities where they worked. Tunnels connected living areas with work bays, storage hangars and infrastructure units. The surface was covered with junk droids that were cobbled together from the parts of the millions of discarded and broken droids left there. They followed no master and did not behave by any rules, which made the planet very dangerous.

While not quite within the territory of the Silver Sanctum Coalition's space, it was on its very borders. The Acolytes' mission had not been revealed to them in full. Hints had been given, suggesting they were going to unleash their fury on the planet's wretched populace or test themselves against its unpredictable junk droids. The truth was yet to be revealed, but soon it would become unmistakable. Some might even have discovered it. The reason the planet had been selected was because intelligence reports suggested that a group of Jedi Padawans would be on the planet. Their purpose was likely humanitarian, perhaps an effort to rid the planet of the dangerous junk droids to the benefit of the population. Instead, these Padawans would encounter a group of Acolytes. Initiates of both sides of the Force would be pitted against each other.

The ships touched down not far from one of the planet's toxic lakes, nearby the Jedi encampment. The Acolytes were free to hit their targets. These were all Sith hopeful, still undergoing the rigorous training programs enforced upon them by their order. Though some might have crossed paths with the Jedi before, many would not have. It was high time they got introduced to the enemy. Now it was time to put their training to the test. Those who returned showed themselves worthy of becoming Sith.

OOC Thread Here


Silver Sanctum Coalition/ Jedi Order: [member="Roshki Belawiiks"] [member="Lily Hex-Volsh"] [member="Mark Sage"] [member="Kratos Bandua"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Anarya Drast"] [member="Orphen"] [member="Varius"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"]

One Sith: [member="Udrusa"] [member="Quincy Evelyn Sharpe"] [member="Nox"] [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"] [member="Gav Arwell"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Jack Mirrikh"] [member="Ayessa Valen"] [member="Kylath Connar Amadis"] [member="Betiliena Sudrenus"] [member="Raoh Logarius"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Ryn'Dhal was one such padawan on Raxus Prime. At the point in time that the first drop ship broke atmo, the masked padawan was finishing up administering healing to an injured worker. Having handed over medical supplies, he felt..... off.... His eyes narrowed behind the mask. "Keep pressure off that ankle for a couple of days, and you should be right as rain." He'd carry a smile in his voice, though worry wrought his mind. Darkness approached.

Breaking away from the people, Ryn headed out of the structure he was rendering aid in. He'd swiftly seek high ground, away from the innocent citizens, if his feeling of dread was truly what it felt to be. Reaching the top level of an abandoned structure, he'd key up the com in his helm. "This is Padawan Ryn'Dhal of the Silvers. Please tell me I'm not the only one who felt that?" He'd drum gloved fingers upon the curved hilt of one of his sabers. He'd hope the others in the area would respond. This was likely not something he'd be able to handle alone.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SqcyVlpIIxI&index=18&list=PLCF1B9315500F5554

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: Raxus Prime, Near a Toxic Lake and the Jedi Encampment
[Future] Enemy: [member="Orphen"]


Xavka Duquo stood silently at the back of one of the Sith dropships, his form hidden within the shadows and his figure obscured by the robes he wore. His face was bathed in darkness, a shadow cast by his raised hood. The only part of his face visible were his lips and the heavily scarred skin that bore the lower half of his Jat'i, his traditional facial tattoos that marked his, now former, membership if the Uigin Clan, now Ru Rakama, Clan Rakama.

'Assassins. Creatures of the shadows...'

His orange eyes, one piercing and filled with controlled menace and the other covered by a milky film of blindness, were hidden behind his eyelids as he ignored the sounds of the gathered Acolytes around him. The beating of hearts, the rustle of clothing and the anxious murmurs were loud in his ears but he ignored them. The stench of the gathered group, a mixing of scents that should not have been mixed, burnt at his nose, but he ignored it. Instead, he focussed on his meditation, drawing only slim slivers of Darkness into his being and weaving them through his body. Wrapping the around bone and infusing them into muscle, he was preparing his body for the oncoming fight.

'... we live unseen and unheard...'

An assault on Jedi encampments to test the prowess of Acolytes. The actions of his superiors was sometimes truly sneer worthy. They were willing to throw away lives of those beneath them, throw away what may have been true potential so long as it was properly cultivated. All they sort were the so called 'best', giving the 'best' egos and arrogance that would lead to their own deaths. It was sometimes best to turn your attention to the weak and help them grow. This Xavka knew as if he had been a Sith while a young kep his life would have been cut short. He had been thought of weak, but he had been cultivated, placed through a trial of fire only to survive through hard work and, for that, he had emerged as one of the strongest of his Clan.

'... until the time we choose to strike...'

Sighing in annoyance and shifting slightly, his heavy black cloak shifting around him, Xavka paused in his drawing on the Force and instead chose to meditate as shudders ran through the dropship. Soon, the pod would land and the assault would begin.

'... and when we strike, we strike from nowhere and return to nowhere.'

Xavka's form flickered for a moment before disappearing from view. An Illusion had settled around him, one that preyed on the thoughts of those that tried to view him. Instead of trying to anticipate whatever his targets would see when looking at him, Xavka left that aspect of the Illusion open ended, letting the subconscious of his prey fill in the gap. This would manipulate the reality of the target as, because they were seeing what they knew they should be seeing, they wouldn't question it. The only weakness of it was the fact that it failed around beings. His target's were never able to tell what people behind him were doing and, as such, the discrepancy made when Xavka placed himself before others was enough to raise alarm.

'I will be a being of the shadows. The weapon never seen, never heard, until it's too late. The weapon that fades to dust and can't be found.'

The dropship touched down with a thud as the ramp lowered. At the same time, Xavka's Force Presence almost completely vanished, as did the feeling of the illusion, blending into the background feeling of the Force.

Orange eyes snapped open, unseen to all others, while a malicious smirk twisted his lips and exposed his pointed teeth hidden away within his mouth.

As the crowd of over eager Sith surged forwards and Xavka followed, unnoticed and overlooked, two sentences were whispered in his gruff voice. Six words in total. The only evidence of where he had been stood as their meaning hung heavy in the air.

"I will win. I will survive."

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Location: Kansas Raxus Prime
Objective: Start Mission

Jack left his hover pad behind for obvious reasons. It ran the risk of looking like a crutch if he used it for such an important Sith training exercise. The leader of the faction himself was hosting this. On the way there, Jack stayed in his corner wearing a passive expression as per usual. He didn't try to socialize. He didn't make eye contact with anyone. He simply held on to the stability strap hanging above his head and tried to keep the butterflies in his stomach under control. Barring any social encounter that another might try to enact upon him, he would then shift from foot to foot and stretch a little in preparation for deployment.

When the door opened he stepped out and dropped a foot onto the grimy, uneven ground and got out of the way as more behind him got out. His lightsaber was hanging at his side and he resisted the urge to hold it in his hand right then and there. Instead, he took out a couple of metal Baoding balls and started cycling them around and around in his palm. After a little while, he then started to raise them into the air above his palm, still spinning. Essentially, he was spending time with a little practice until he knew whether they were all supposed to just bum rush their way out into the world, if they were to proceed carefully and together or if [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] had anything to say before either things were to happen.

 

[Orphen]

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Location: The Fallen Abode of Kazdan Paratus.

Mission: Defend the Jedi Camp in the area

Time: 23:14

Orphen had been here a couple of times since he had explored the caverns of Raxus Prime, looking for the rare gems which could always be found among the junk of ages gone by. While the ruins of Corellia were much richer in their spoils he had been reprimanded by the Jedi council once for going there without permission and he wished not to repeat himself... although he had managed to gain some information on a Sith Lord at the time named Cerci, it only fuelled the disappointment of Jedi masters and saw to it that he was punished for some time teaching the younglings of the next generation the most basic tenants of the Jedi code for the better part of a month... A punishment he didn't wish to repeat.

Orphen walked along the top most piles of the rolling hills of debris which coated the land-scape, much of it had been stripped away from this area for the encampment revealing several long desolated buildings of a civilizations which perhaps lived here in the early days of the planets lifetime. It was enough to make a person think about times gone by, who could have lived there and what it would have looked like without the waste piled up higher than some of the taller buildings on alderann. But, sadly, it seemed that today was not a good day for collecting, there were a series of junk droids with old outdated components which would be more dangerous to use then employ against your enemies...

It was a crying shame really.

It'd be better to use the scrapped metal. ​

at least most of it was durasteel.​

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Orphen stretched up high and looked skyward to see a shuttle beginning to make its way down, not recognizing the make, Orphen cocked his head to a side and became curious about the contents of the ship. It was possible it could be a supply ship, coming with food and medical goods for the camp. There had been a couple of rogue droids and other menaces around them as they had become a little more entrenched. Leading Orphen to carry his Leo Pattern Rifle on his back where otherwise he would have left it on his ship, parked a couple of kilometers away in whatever clearing he could make for himself by blasting his repulsarlift pads on full power for a minute or so... Though without the ship landing within the camp, Orphen thought it to be a little odd, he could see some of the padawans come out to see what it was as one of the older consulars who had led the group walked out to visit them all...

It was then Orphen felt the contents on the inside.

Orphen had one talent, which crossed over in applications of his every-day life as a triatic virtual entity, and his power in the force. And that was machines. His skill in Mechu Deru far out-scaled his position as a Padawan, having employed it to make all of his machines, even his own Corvette class Missile ship. When he opened his mind to view the contents of it and its cargo there was a very specific metallic item that he could feel many of within the confines of its loading docks... Lightsabers ... there were more than one of them, and Orphen felt his blood for a second run cold. As the ship landed he could only watch in horror as the gates opened. Yelling at the top of his lungs for the Padawans to get clear... but, alas, the distance was far too great.

Orphen thought fast, pulling the Leo pattern rifle from his shoulder and kicking down its bi-pod, leveling it with the ship as the gates opened, the acolytes stormed out as the red beams of plasmic rage roared to life. The dread of the Sith, and the fear of the Jedi in that instant became palpable as the Jedi froze, and hesitated for but a moment, the Sith drawing closer. Many a Padawan turned on their heels and ran for their lives, while others stared in disbelief... Orphen however, had charged the 48 cal rifle and switched it to its fully automatic firing mode, aiming down the short scope and wrapping a shaking finger around the trigger, steeling it against the cold metallic frame of the rifle...

With an exhale Orphen calmed himself and focused his mind on the task at hand... his friends needed his help, he could halt their advance and give them time to prepare... he only needed to pin them for a moment...

Pulling down hard on the trigger, the charric roared with rapid fire sniper bolts at a heavy machine gun's rate. Aiming for the Sith at the front of the pack first as Orphen calculated their acceleration, trajectory, and direction with the acceleration velocity and distance of himself in order to knock the first lethal barrage. The shining blue bolts rained down on the Sith in the front-lines moments before they crashed into the ranks of the Jedi padawans, each who looked up at the source of the suppressive fire. Snapping back to their senses and running as two sith were cut down by the hail as a warning. One by surprise, and the other who ignorantly attempted to deflect the rounds of a Chiss Maser, feeling his lightsaber give way to the concussive round as his body was pummeled.

It was in this time frame Orphen gave a mental checklist of everything he was carrying that might help him in the oncoming fight. It was mostly his usual equipment, his scientific visor, his red trench-coat which was outfitted with six pyraemon drones hidden underneath it along his back, as well as his two lightsabers at about tailbone height. Four pistol holsters, two at his hips for his customised Valon pistols, while the other two for his S-5's. His left hand wore the Aethim Gauntlet he had created with the Alpha DCD just above it and he had an Erebus platform nearby which helped him travel from junk mound to junk mound. Finally at the cross over points of the holster-belts was a light particle shield generator. Which doubled as a belt buckle.

He mouthed the names of each of them as he accounted for them, nodding to himself as he ended his count, continuing to hold down the firing trigger for as long as he could, trying to keep the Sith pinned in place.

The other sith had to scatter, hide or change course, least they be met with the same hail of blue plasmic thunder, but that gave the Jedi long enough to rally. Orphen knew he hadn't saved them... but he had robbed the Sith of their surprise and momentum. Now the lines of battle could be drawn, and the fight was fair.

But at least he had the high ground.

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[OriginsoftheJedi]

Mood Music: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Deqdy4CNr5g

Raxus Prime: a dead world. Of course, the people and sometimes creatures that inhabited it were alive, but the planet itself was dead. No trees, no plants. Nothing. Just junk.
"I guess that's what happens when trash gets out of hand." Mark thought, making his way through various buildings and scrap piles in search of anything old. He'd deactivated a few scrap droids on the way here, helping rid the locals of at least one problem in this forsaken wasteland. Now, there were no more droids in his path, and, being an archaeologist in training an whatnot, to explore around a bit: look for anything cool or useful, preferably old. He'd already gotten a hold of a few droid parts to fix up and upgrade R2-M9 when he got back to Yavin IV, and the sooner the better. He'd had to put on an extra layer of robe like material under his Jedi robes to keep the nauseating fumes and acidic atmosphere from affecting him too much. Of course, that did mean that we was really hot and really sweaty climbing through an abandoned building, nearing the top now. He hadn't been this hot since he'd visited the Jundland Wastes on Tatooine or the junkyards of Jakku.
Finally, after so long climbing through the wreckage of a tower, Mark emerged onto the roof, overlooking an acid lake. A breeze hit him, and though it didn't smell the best, it was cooling. He pulled the dark brown hood from out in front of his face as it had been and soaked in the wind.
Suddenly, a few transport ships dropped in through the clouds, landing near the lake. A wave of energy he could only describe as cold hit him directly in the heart, and he dropped down behind a hunk of metal wall. He risked a peak out to see a few people emerging from the transports, most fairly young, though not children. Mark pulled out his com link.
"Green 1 to base camp. This is Padawan Sage. I think we may have a problem out here in the wasteland."
He waited a moment for a response. He was met with only static. Nothing. His dang com was jammed.
He looked back to the people down below, most dressed in black robes. Not a good sign.
"I don't like the look of this."
If it was who he suspected it was, they might already have known he was here, as he knew they were before the ships even touched down. He needed to run. Now.

 

[Nerius]

Slowly descending the ramp from a drop ship, onlookers would see a solid man of 6 feet with bronze flesh. In a moment, if one were to look away, they would return gaze to find a dwarfish pink monstrosity draping himself in garb of a time long past. When he was successfully robed, he would tie a sash around his waist, hang a much to large cloak around his shoulders, then draw up the hood.

In his true form, and clad in Thon's Robes, Nerius was ready for whatever was to come - though unlike the other acolytes, he had already come to the realization this was a test of youths. Light and dark, who would win? He didn't plan on it being himself.

Closing the cloak tighter, he made it seem one piece of fabric as he slowly trekked into the unknown. His eyes calculated, taking in everything in its turn, while his hands moved unseen to the lightsaber hilts at opposite sides on his waist.

[member="Anarya Drast"]

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: Raxus Prime, near Jedi Camp
Equipment: Lightsaber | Vibroknife | VT Vanguard Armor | SMG blaster | QQ-83n

Raxus Prime was a good example of what should never be. A planet used as a scrap heap now, where it had once been a shining jewel to be held up as an example to other worlds. Rogue droids had hounded the wastelands for centuries while the few settlements grew more insular and the factories just kept churning out product. Now the planet needed Jedi help to even start getting back on the right track, what with the toxic lakes, debris fields, and quarries. The camp was comprised of Jedi Order and Silver Sanctum Jedi Padawans, each of whom had a part to play.

Audren had chosen to hunt down rogue droids. Healing wasn't so much his thing, and while he wanted this planet to one day be as green as Cholganna was, had no skill at botany or conservatism. Such was why he carried what he did - guns, lightsaber, knife - and wore a suit of VT Vanguard armor he'd 'forgotten' to return to the Galactic Alliance quartermasters after the last outing. What could he say, it was great armor. The Sephi was closing in one the camp after a patrol when Ryn'Dhal's voice came through the comlink headset he wore.

"This is Padawan Ryn'Dhal of the Silvers. Please tell me I'm not the only one who felt that?"

Shifting his eyes around guiltily, Audren reached out to the Force. He had a bad habit of not staying centered or even aware of it beyond a periphery, which in this case resulted in others sensing things before he did. The instant he stretched out, he could sense the stain of the Dark Side newly-arrived on the planet. Several centerpoints it seemed, though the 'cables' of each were intertwined with the others to some degree. Between hills, he couldn't see the dropships themselves, but he could hear the sound of a gun opening fire from the top of one of the hills.

"Ryn'Dhal, Audren. Yes, and it seems others are in range too. Get to the camp, they're here."

The Padawan followed his own instruction, shifting into a mid-grade jog that would cover ground but not tire him out as quickly as a full run. As he did, he pulled his SMG from its place across his back. He still had a few bolts left in the one powerpack, and a second powerpack available. Hopefully this was primarily an invasion of soldiers with a few Sith supporting, his gun would be useful then. Otherwise, it would come down to bladework.

Right now it didn't matter how or why the Sith were here. They were here, and once they were stopped the pondering could begin.

 

[Anarya Drast]

Location: Kazden Paratus' Jedi temple, Jedi camp
Objective: Ready for war
Allies: [member="Ryn'Dhal"], [member="Orphen"] [member="Mark Sage]
Enemies: [member="Jack Mirrikh"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Nerius"]

Anarya had been sent here to help the locals, but she had a vision, and Eelan, remembering the last time that happened, had sent her back to camp to ready for a fight. In front of her was a durasteel rod she had stuck into her little patch of ground. About a meter long, she ran down it's length with her eyes as she slowly pushed her sight out. When she reached about twenty meters out, her eyelids closed shut. Her miraluka half took over, and she was pressing out faster now.

She saw them almost as soon as her comlink beeped. Pulling it out, she replied to the other padawan. "No, you're not. We've got incoming." With that, the girl stood, and checked what little gear she had. Saber, comlink, durasteel rod, medkit, and a few "Raxus scorchers" as she liked to call them. They were her trump card, and the reason she had the durasteel rod. You can imagine what they do.

Plucking the rod from the ground, she turned and ran towards the intruders, only to have her foot catch on a piece of scrap metal and trip.

Gorramit.

 

[Ayessa Valen]

Weapons on her: Lightwhip, blaster pistol & a pair of claws.

Ayessa took one of the few seats in the Sith drop ship. This was one of the first training missions she would have the honour in taking participation in and she couldn't help but let her heart pound at the mystery that shrouded the true purpose of their arrival on the junkyard planet. To settle her nerves she simply closed her eyes as she brought her hair above her head and began to braid the sides of her hair, getting each braid to weave into each other perfectly, despite the eager rocking of the ship. Her hair seemed to be the first thing she went to when something made her uneasy- be it on a job, meeting a client or going on something as simple as a training mission. What frightened her the most was the feeling of knowing nobody on her ship; she felt like a stranger, and that made her feel weaker in itself.

Being by herself was always a weakness for Ayessa but she's adapted to manage. The galaxy was cruel and it had no space for her to ride and hide inside. Every open space she thought she had to find comfort in only allowed others to see her weakness and she would not allow this to happen anymore. Her body wouldn't allow her to ease itself however; with every few seconds of braiding she released a deep breath mixed in with a sigh.

To feel comfortable she wore her typical and most comfortable robes of which adorned the colour of the sith, as did many of the others. The drop ship eventually came to a stop, the air smelled of burning and the air felt almost as disgusting as the planet itself appeared to be. She finalized her braid, before opening her eyes and exiting the drop ship with her fellow acolytes. She was one of the first off and she couldn't help but turn and blurt out. "Would any others care to team up in advance to the challenge? I believe it would better benefit us," Being who she was her voice purred out the request, a confident demeanor now stuck on her face. Hopefully those around her would see the benefits of partnering up in advance, rather than the nervous girl that had just landed.

She took a quick glance around only to notice they had landed near an encampment. By the feelings the force was giving her, it was a jedi camp. A sudden anger overcame her. Jedi were weak. She hoped others around would see what she was, through the groggy fog the planet upheld and took her up on her request. If she saw the situation for what it was, to avoid getting outnumbered herself she would need an allie(s). She grabbed the hilt of her whip and turned back around to see if anyone had chosen to join her.

 

[Darth Centax]

Location: Dropping on the Camp
Nearby: Up to you! (Please only tag if you are engaging him)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOqtMsuxovs
Dance! Sith Style​

Assassins, sorcerers all had their way, but there was nothing much subtle about a Sith soldier landing planetside with a thud, black drop pod discarded aside and camo covered. Battle, he was here, SMG tracking out from its scope, and about to make someone’s day a hell of a lot worse. Likely someone saw his approach as the pod had come in close. Moving with a purpose and mission, the SMG slug thrower in his hands had particular nasty SPA-I anti shield, ion tipped incendiary rounds chambered, the rifle might be the first thing someone should consider as he closed!

White 769th duraplast armor on, jackknife pistol on the hip, saber on the other one, Ky was helmeted, and his white armor was light but fairly sturdy, sure it inhibited movement slightly but the view tracking across his helmet gave him a good readout of the land ahead and possible position of the hostile Jedi. FFE's new LT had kitted himself out appropriately. (See Below)

Time to draw their attention. No squad with him today, it was a solo op, get in break up the Jedi for the others, raise hell. “Kylath a go for stunhammer” he said over the comms to anyone awaiting the signal. Battle was being joined, and his course was for the very center of it. Flash grenade readied it was thrown ahead to the nearest Jedi, eyes shielded it exploded ahead of him with a bright blinding flash. With an exhale for aim it was followed by a peppering of 8mm semi auto incendiary rounds, ready to explode in mini ion charges to smash shields, and then set someone alight.

Good luck Jedi! @Anyone who wants a bad day, or just @NPC

Gear:

Spoiler

Duraplast 769th white trooper armor, SW-12 Jackknife Pistol (Hip), MRS-1 Modular SMG 8mm SPA-I Shieldpiercing Incendiary Rounds. (Hands), Red Lightsaber (Hip), Flash Grenade x 2 (Belt), spare clips: Incendiary, AP and standard (Belt)

 

[Nerius]

Location: Someplace man, someplace
Allies: Gorillas
Enemies: [member="Anarya Drast"]

Holding out a hand, Nerius summoned a pebble from nearby, and once more closed his cloak - something told him it would be better to have a form of distraction. When he chose to show himself, he would like a surprise attack, as for the moment the amount of warning given by the Force signified a large number of enemies were somewhere on planet. Cocking his head upward, Nerius eyed a massive spire of debris nearby. The whole of the planet was covered in such, and could easily provide cover...

Running at the tower, he launched into the area, then quickly began to scale the metallic rubble. When at a decent height, he would leap from his position to an djacent similarity. From there, it was time to move about the pile until he could repeat the last few steps. All in all, it was fast yet arduous work.

Soon enough however, his keen eyes spotted a falling woman in the distance...

He almost laughed, until he realized she was likely one of his opponents. With this, he grew cold. Furrowing his brows, he continued along his trajectory until he was close enough to be of danger. Then he reached into his pocket to grip the stone he had taken up earlier, to which he hurled it towards the opposite side where a clearing was. With this meager surprise tactic, Nerius would leap free of his holding, both lightsabers whipping into his awaiting palms where they would activate with a snap-hiss.

Together overhead, each was prepared for a powerful downward strike to cleave through the womans shoulders...

 

[Roshki Belawiiks]

Spoiler

Location: Someplace man, someplace
Allies: Gorillas

Dude. You're awesome xD

Location: On some beach, somewhere Raxus Prime, far from the others. Or am I?
Allies: [member="Anarya Drast"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Mark Sage"] [member="Orphen"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"]
Enemies: [member="Gav Arwell"] or boredom, whichever comes first.

"Hiyaaa!!!!" My magenta blades whirled in the air, slicing diagonally through one droid before severing the head off another. Parts, some still glowing from the super hotness of my blade (I'd love to say it was from me, but...I'm not that superficial. Well, maybe a little) cutting through them, lay scattered around.

I didn't know what the other Padawans were doing, but I was certain they were fulfilling tasks that were much more meaningful than hacking at the junk droids. But the main reason I joined the trip for Raxus Prime was because I needed a better stress reliever than what they gave at the Temple; and I was more than willing to bet some of the other Jedi -- including the idiot who thought he was my Master, [member="Barrien Siegfried"] --wouldn't approve of my method.

With a humming sound, the twin blades continued to slice through the air, and before long all seven droids were down for the count.

My chest heaving from the exertion, and possibly the polluted fumes, I knelt down carefully so that I was on my knees and elbows, head dipped forward in almost a worshipful pose. Not that I was worshipping anything. I didn't believe in any of these religions the others sported, and unlike many of the Jedi I didn't view the Force as this almighty entity. Mighty? Yes. Al-​mighty? No. It was a tool, a thing to be used when necessary.

I sank back onto my feet, my heart rate slowing down. I was rather proud of myself; though far from being an expert, I found myself wielding my saberstaff with increasing lethality. And taking down seven junk droids? Not too bad, even though they were the easy ones.

Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I wiped grimy sweat off my brow. What's Barrien up to, anyway? Damn, should I have checked in with him about this?

Nah. You're a grown up, you can handle yourself. And you aren't like those other Padawans, either. Eh, true, but I wasn't altogether certain that was a good thing.

Something prickled across the back of my neck, similar to what I'd felt back on Lothal. At the same time, my downlink began to crackle, and I heard a voice make its way through. "This is Padawan Ryn'Dhal of the Silvers. Please tell me I'm not the only one who felt that?"

"Chit yeah! And I don't like it!" I responded, though I wasn't sure if he, or any of the others, heard me. "I'm on my way back now."

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: Raxus Prime, a Pile of Scrap
Enemy: [member="Orphen"]


A harsh curse, muttered in the guttural and growling old language of the Zabraks, one still practised by the Wondering Clans of Iridonia, gave away the position of the invisible Xavka Duquo for a single beat of his hearts as he threw himself to the side. His unseen robes billowed around him as he threw himself into a roll, letting gravity help him clear the distance to safety easier. For a moment, his invisibility wavered and, for any who were resisting the mental influence he was exercising while staring at his position, Xavka was briefly visible, his robes parted to reveal the harness adorned in weapons bellow as his muscular, scarred and tattooed torso before the invisibility reformed and he vanished.

The prompt for this action was simple, the Force. The explanation was more complicated. A moment before he had moved, the Force, in a oxymoronic display, had screamed silently within mind, alerting him to danger. His trust in the Force led to Xavka throwing himself to the hard ground of Raxus Prime. And he was grateful for this fact.

From where he now crouched, Xavka witnessed a handful of his fellow Acolytes be mowed down from a rain of blaster fire (although the movement of his now dead allies placed a seed of doubt about this fact within his mind). Growling softly at these deaths, Xavka eyes flickered within his skull as he hunted down the source of the assault. His sight soon settled atop of one of the hills that was formed from a pile of scrap.

Leaping from his crouch, Xavka quickly covered the distance between he and the base of the pile, his body moving at greater speed than achieved by just his own effort, aided by the Force as he was. His muscles coiled at the last second before he would have ran straight into the hill and altered his forward momentum into a mix of forwards and upwards momentum. Landing heavily halfway up the pile, Xavka's charge continued as he dropped to all three limbs, his claws finding purchase atop the trash bellow him. His landing on the pile had been harsh but evidence of his location was soon reduced to the odd shifting of scrap here and there as he all but threw himself up the pile.

Reaching the top, Xavka's climb reverted to an upright sprint as he continued his charge, towards the being behind the attack. He was a large male wearing a red trench coat and what looked to be a visor settle around his head. Xavka quickly registered the presence of two lightabers and four blaster pistol, leading him to guess that this particular prey preferred to fight at a range despite being trained in the art of wielding a lightsaber. At his guess, this either meant the man was a better shot than a sword user or was just a poor sword user in general and sought to compensate. The presence of two lightsabers also lead to Xavka guessing that the man was a practitioner of Niman, though he accepted that this guess was rather weak as one lightsaber could be a spare - which would fit with the fact that four blaster pistols were present on the man's person.

All of his analysis lasted for only a second before Xavka lunged at the man, coming at him from the man's left hand side, coming from an angle that was just in front of him which would lead to Xavka ending up behind him. As he closed the gap between them, Xavka withdrew his sword from within his robes, unsheathing it from the sheath attached to the obscured harness. His withdrawal of the sword flowed into a slice towards the man's left leg, bellow the knee, his right arm (his only arm) almost blurring the speed of the attack.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Cause destruction to Raxus Prime[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Raxus Prime[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] One Sith[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] N/A (Looking for one)
Equipment: A lightsaber and the rest are in my signature.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Konrad exited the dropship along with the other Acolytes, somewhat bored. This training exercise seemed rather mundane to Konrad. Killing civilians and destroying junk droids were all in a day’s work for Konrad, there was nothing special about that.

Konrad started to regret his decision to come to the planet once he saw the field of debris that was scattered around the area accentuated by toxic lakes. In short, this planet was disgusting and this mission seemed like a waste of time. He had expected group training or something more interesting when Darth Pyrrhus invited the Acolytes to come with him and this was underwhelming to say the least. Since his time was already wasted and he was already here, the least he could do was participate in this mission. Konrad wandered around the location, disinterested.

Konrad sensed something. He sensed a force user away from where the other Acolytes were exploring. If the force user he sensed was not a Sith, then, perhaps it was a Jedi – something more interesting for him to kill than whatever else was on this godforsaken planet. Konrad continued on towards the direction he sensed the force was coming from.[/SIZE]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Objective: Get civilians to safety
Location: Makeshift Med Center in town.
Allies: SSC/JO Padawans
Enemies: None yet
Equipment: In signature.

Ryn had rapidly descended the structure, heart pounding like the foot-falls of the invaders charging off of the dropships outside the city's perimeter. Reaching the first guard he could find, he'd give an order. "You need to get these people out of here, now. We're under attack, and I'm unsure of the numbers coming in. Some of my fellow Jedi have engaged to delay the invaders, but I don't know how many will get through. You need to be sure everyone here, is long gone long before any of the enemies arrive." His melodic voice was measured and calm, contrary to his interior. He was concerned. What was the intent of the adversaries? Mass Genocide? Or perhaps they found out the padawans were here and came seeking them out directly?

He didn't know why they were here, but Ryn'Dhal was certain of one thing. He'd do all in his power to ensure the survival of these people. A gloved hand traced across the surface of Balance, as he took a steadying breath. Glancing back, the bewildered guard was still there. Firmly, the padawan spoke once more. "Are you still here?" The guard flinched with a start at that, before nodding. "Yes sir! You lot, get some stretchers and transport, we're relocating!"

A haggard breath, and out the door the padawan went. His HUD sprang to life in his mask, waking up as combat-mode was initiated. He saw the various signals of the other padawan's coms, and he wasn't sure where his aid would be best given. So, for now, he'd seek high ground. Get an advantageous sight range, and plan his actions from there. The Force rushing through his body like a tidal wave, his naturally heightened speed was further enhanced, the black blur of a padawan soon found himself atop a large structure overlooking the approaching merchants of death. The uniformity of the color of the blades, red, gave Ryn'Dhal a strong suspicion of who they were. Sith.

Having only engaged against one before, on Coruscant, the padawan knew his concern for the civilians was warranted. These creatures.... They would murder everything they could....

 

[Anarya Drast]

Location: Kazden Paratus' Jedi temple, Jedi camp
Objective: Fight the pink blob (Nerius)
Allies: [member=Ryn'Dhal], [member=Orphen] [member="Mark Sage"]
Enemies: [member="Jack Mirrikh"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Nerius"]

Just barely making it out of the way of the Sith' s duel strike, Anarya rolled to her feet and activated her lightsaber before taking in the creature before her. She didn't understand what this thing was. It was only a foot taller than her, and seemed to be made out of chewing gum? No, that couldn't be right. "What are you?" She asked, perplexed. And were those Jedi robes? She was confused.

Focus

She scowled. "I don't suppose that I can talk you down." She remarked, flicking the blade around her into a Soresu stance. The ground favored a more aggressive style, as the uneven land would make it harder to gain solid footwork for the defence. However, she still had a few advantages. Letting Ashla flow through her muscles, soothing them, she let go of her form, entering the state most knew as Battlemind. Her own body now beneath her, she could see and feel how each part moved and tensed. Her back had just fully healed from the last fight. Hopefully, this one would turn out better.

 

[Nerius]

Location: Lurking...in the dark....of the night....somewhere...
Allies: Chewing Gum
Enemies: [member="Anarya Drast"]

Landing in a low crouch, Nerius slowly rose to his feet, his head exposed thanks to his hood having fallen back, so she could see his piercing eyes as he stared at her level gaze, "I am one of a kind. A mutation of fury." He said then shook his slightly, "No, you cannot talk me down. My purpose has been guided, and I will not cease until it is completed. I offer the same reprieve however, as I needn't kill; that was not my mission." He offered.

While she moved her saber to the ready, he held his both out at his sides, clearly untrained in traditional styles like herself. Though this was true, it did not make him any less deadly, as he had been trained since mere weeks after his creation, to utilize near any weapon to a great degree. During his years he had been capable of using dozens of weapons of make and size to near perfection.

 

[Ayessa Valen]

Target: [member=mark sage]

Ayessa shrugged- It appeared that nobody would be brave enough to admit entering this battle alone was the wrong action to take. It did not take a tactician or strategist to see it so. She could do nothing but sigh and take in the view of the horizon that bestowed itself filthy view before her. The camp was but a general area for the Sith, getting there would be just as much of a challenge as fighting there. It was with that thought that she glanced upwards, noticing the shadow of a body. There was no plausible way for that shadow to be sith. She concentrated. She felt it. The slightest sense of a jedi nuzzled her senses. A scout? Lost? Regardless, she would chase. She took to an immediate sprint, totally disregarding her previous request. This one was hers. Who knew, maybe he had a bounty on his head.

She would stick to the fog and shadows as best as she could, keeping her vision on him to the best of her abilities. As she neared she gripped the hilt of her whip before she was met with the bottom of the hill from where she had, just minutes before, felt the jedis presence. "I know you're here," she announced. "I'm only looking for a fun time. Care to cater?" She smiled, awaiting the next sign or sense of the jedi.