Junction Battle For The Kathol Outback [Part I] | SO & ME Junction of Demonsgate & Ando

[Alina Tremiru]

Oh?

Alina's gaze focused for a moment on Ophidia's. Confusion. There was something there to the Lord's eyes. A message. Warning. Then things heated up. Flame ripped through the room to consume the Lord. Shots were fired. Chaos, pure and simple, unleashed in a moments notice. From a Mandalorian, no less? She clicked her tongue as she slipped back from the table, kicked it up as some brief cover before he set his sights on her.

Then turned and ran. She launched a kick for the seemingly sealed door, ripping it from it's casing with her raw strength alone. Flamethrowers and Sangnir didn't mix. And the vast number of others in the room could handle it.

No, she was more interested in a different scent that had caught her attention once the fireworks went off.

"Don't die Adeline~"

Then she was out in the hall, slipping through the chaos that had erupted.

Darth Ophidia | Trayze Tesar | Adeline Noctua | Volo Dragr | Zlova Rue

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Battle of Timbra Ott
Location: Boarding the Lady Forlorn
Equipment: Lightsaber, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Omon Kaa / Darth Diem / Romul Saxon / Tae'l Vizsla

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Alisteri almost couldn't believe that the plan had actually worked. It had all hinged on the 'victorious' forces of the Kathol Alliance and whatever allies they had being too overeager after one victory, eager enough to give chase to a retreating fleet to try and finish it off before it could limp back to Sith Space and out of their grasp. And despite his doubts, they had taken the bait just like the plan had called for. He idly wondered if they had realized their folly before or after the mines had torn a decent number of their ships apart and the rest of the Sith fleet jumped in.

It mattered little either way by this point, there was no escaping or victory to be had for the Kathol Alliance this time. Of course he had to come and ensure that their trap actually worked, albeit it was more due to the fact that his master had insisted on having a pair of eyes and ears on the event rather than anything else.

Still, he wasn't going to complain when the action was so close at hand now.

"30 Seconds To Impact." The automated voice of the boarding pod intoned throughout the cramped cabin as Alisteri shifted in his seat. With him sat a squad of his Legionnaires as they checked over their weapons and armor. The Sith Knight preffered a shuttle to a pod in terms of boarding due to concerns of being shot down easier, as evidenced by the sound of ship weaponry echoing in space as the battle carried on, but he hadn't been the one directing this mission so a pod it was.

"10 Seconds To Impact, Brace For Impact." The Legionnaires quickly holstered their weapons as the seats of the pod shifted to their more secured mode, the masked man inhaling and closing his eyes in response to the news. The pod dug into the side of the cruiser alongside the handful of others that had made it through the scattered fire, piercing through into the halls and rooms that lay beyond the hull.

Alisteri's eyes snapped open again as his seat released him and the door to the pod opened with a hiss. "Stay close and shoot fast, we can't afford to suffer casualties or injuries while onboard an enemy vessel." He strode out into the hallway and the red blade of his lightsaber ignited as his soldiers filed out behind him. "And remember our orders, no survivors."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The trap had been sprung.

Military acumen and devious ingenuity had culminated in the adrift Kathol fleet, reduced to the mercy of the Sith vanguard. Less than favorable circumstances resulted in a Sith withdrawal from Sapella, the Kathol enticed into following the fleeing Sith fleet as it made hyperspace terminus at Timbra Ott. Rather than finding the retreating engines of the Sith fleet, the Kathol forces found themselves in the midst of a minefield. Ion mines detonated in synchronized bursts, systematically rendering the Kathol star-galleys all but dead in the vacuum of space.

The Sith Fleet wheeled, a rehearsed pirouette. Lights danced across the bows of the star destroyers, arcs of incandescent light ripping through the Kathol front squadrons. Hulls burst with cacophonous flame, molten metal spiraling out in arcs of globular steel. Bodies listed among the debris, torn asunder from the opening salvo, left to spin through space with anguished expressions forever etched into their faces. But they were the fortunate ones, for as quickly as the Sith Fleet opened fire so too did its cannons fall silent.

Predators now drifted amongst the wreckage, sleek and sharp, that sought to pierce the soft bellies of the Kathol starships. One by one they punched through hull, traumatic intrusions that spilled metal and bodies out into the void. Stabilized within the bodies of the larger Kathol ships, the predators finally allowed their metallic bellies to burst and let loose their precious cargo. Arc-cutters sliced through metal as though it were flimsiplast, slabs of metal tumbled down as they finished their incisions.

What emerged from the darkness were metallic spheroids, their chassis painted a glossy ebony with sharp crimson highlights. The orbs unfurled, now standing two meters in height. Kathol marines responding to the breaches rushed forward and filled the air with laserfire. Some of the laserfire struck, leaving smoldering wounds in the droid's external chassis, but many others slipped off the droid's Duranium-reinforced Tridurium armor plating. With bright red photoreceptors zeroing in on hostiles, the droids extended both arms towards the Kathol soldiers.

Arcs of white-blue flame leapt forth from nozzles concealed within the appendages, bathing the Kathol soldiers in a sheet of 2200° C fire. Some died near instantaneously, their flesh burned away before their brain could register pain. Others died in agony, their skin and flesh running like wax on the white-hot durasteel floor. Those on the furthest outskirts of the blaze still suffered horrendous burns, their eyes melting out of their sockets from the shockwave of heat that accompanied the wall of flame.

:Scanning:

:Hostile Lifeforms Detected - Within Acceptable Parameters:

The droid's flame projectors withdrew into their appendages, replaced by more conventional blaster cannons. Soldiers armored in red emerged from the shadows behind them, the crest of the Sith sunburst emblazoned across their chests. Though the flames ejected by the droids burned bright and burned hot, it was chemically engineered to lose heat quickly. Already the metal was cooling, cracking violently from the rapid temperature shift. It was cool enough for the soldiers to advance, establishing beachheads in the corridors of the Katholian vessel.

A hand emerged from the darkness, gripping the cut edge of the metal wall with armored fingers. Peppered sable hair parted the shadowy curtain, eyes of crimson blaze peering out into the smoldering and warped hallway. With an effortless heave, the figure bridged the threshold. They were tall, taller than even the droids that had paved the way prior. They were dressed in black armor emblazoned with shimmering scarlet runes, a cape of intermeshed Beskar'gam draped from their broad shoulders. Its hem ended in slicing blades, they dragged along the floor as the figure strode forward with a purposeful stride.

Darth Carnifex looked about the destruction wrought by the ambush of His own creation, not just the burning bodies scattered at His feet, but the fleet left defenseless by the ion mines just beyond the metal walls of this floating coffin, and He saw that it was good. So, with eyes that could see far greater than those of any mortal man, the Dark Lord of the Sith made His way deeper into the Lady Forlorn.

Romul Saxon | Tae'l Vizsla
Darth Strosius | Omon Kaa / Darth Diem ​

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Kal'Shebbol, Objective three
Tag | Darth Ophidia Alina Tremiru Darth Malum of House Marr Trayze Tesar Volo Dragr Zlova Rue

Her eyes watch as he closes the book and explains.

"Oh no no I wasn't asking to borrow the book, merely to share a bit about it.. I really shouldn't prod over such childish things, but I just can't help myself. In truth we both should be on guard, yet the siren call of boredom eventually beats all."

The man then offers to fetch a copy of the book now or later, causing an amused reaction from the woman, a bit of a chuckle.

"I do think later would be the best choice, no? As tempting as it is to simply wander off... Never be too comfortable in the silence, it just means that something is waiting and watching... I would know."

It would be then that his cousin, Malum, had started approaching. A crimson eye snapped in his direction, seeing who it was... Just another Sith.

Then, her ears pick up the one sound that unnerved her.. Roaring flames. In a quick reaction her pale hand quickdraws her self built blaster, turning in a blitz in order to try and get a shot on the attacker. Focused, inhuman eyes saw him right then and there... But it was too late, her legs had been entangled, causing the Sangnir to fall on her rear. In a panic she sets her gun aside, clawing frantically and pulling at the wire. Managing to weaken the shielding on the thing, yet the wire wouldn't budge... Beskar.
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"Don't die Adeline~"

Thank you Alina, she hadn't thought of that!

"Don't plan on it!"

She yells at Alina as they kicked down the door and left, her heart thuds loudly within her chest as she still tries to remove the wires... Then, her calm demeanor washed away as she grew angry, rage and emotion starting to take over. How was she supposed to be treated as a goddess if this simple man had just made her panic, no, she was through with losing.

In a flash of darkside energy, the once petite woman soon became a huge and armored looking monster. The demonic looking bat that looked to be larger than a whole car easily snapped the wire within its fanged maw, soon facing down the attacker, letting out a dominating roar at him. Its wicked claws scrape across the floor tile as it approached steadily.

"Gar mirdir ibac beskar Kelir cabuor gar?" "Gar mirdir ibac beskar Kelir cabuor gar?" "Gar mirdir ibac beskar Kelir cabuor gar?"​

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Dark whispers echo around her main voice as the towering monster grabs a whole table and throws it at the man with ease. The beast jumps up onto the ceiling as the table flew right ahead, hopeful that the man and his blade would be distracted by the table and by everyone else, the huge bat then punches chunks of the stone ceiling to send them down onto him as well. Such hefty chunks along with the table were all meant to steadily drain him, and as it seemed like all of the rubble had fallen, she slings one last chunk at him. This one flew harder and faster, no doubt several hundreds of pounds of rock were now sent at him.. Backed by her powerful and raw darkside force.

(OOC translation: "You think that Beskar will protect you?")​

 

[Zlova Rue]

A lone eye slid open at the sound of pandemonium erupted down a nearby hallway. Unlike others, the Lethan had quietly made her way through the facility cloaked in shadow. Figuratively, of course. Literally cloaking yourself in shadow in a well-lit facility was arrogant beyond measure -- a literal waste of power. A little mental manipulation to cause the eye to slid right over her as she slowly drifted by, and the Force suppression to keep those Sensitive from noticing where the eye would not.

She'd only incapacitated a guard or two. People that refused to budge from their post and whose physical presence made slipping by impossible. There was a limit to every concealment technique. Nothing like a quick arm about the throat to bring a guard to their knees -- and more.

It was the chaos followed swiftly by the sound of the doors being blown free of the frame that had Zlova open both eyes. The Twi'lek slowly pivoted around the corner of an adjoining hallway where she'd been standing. Her golden gaze settled on Alina Tremiru as she fled the flames. Without making some dreadful verbal quip to telegraph her attack, the tattooed woman stalked slowly down the hall toward the Sangnir.

Whether Alina noticed Zlova or not, she was prepared for combat. If no notice was given, once half the distance was closed the flash of lightning would envelop the Lethan's forearm and form a solid ball of energy in the palm of her hand. Energy that would sear the very air itself and any it touched, if it struck true. If Aline lived then they might exchange quips and barbs. You always had to hold back the good stuff for those that lived long enough to appreciate it.

Darth Ophidia | Trayze Tesar | Adeline Noctua | Volo Dragr | Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Omon Kaa / Darth Diem]

OBJECTIVE 1
BOARDING THE KAS LIBERATOR
OPPONENT Tae'l Vizsla
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Omon's BIO

-The Second Boarding-

They placed the captured officer on one of the brought-in chairs, at the Omon command center. Blindfolded, the human was shivering from fear and shock. The tears flooded the blindfold, enough so they can still find their way down his cheeks. On Omon's lazy head gesture, one of the troopers pulled the band from his eyes. Adjusting to wide space, with bright and also dim lights, man's eyes started to squint, and his upper body move backwards.
The trooper placed his hand on his shoulder, stopping him in place. His eyes, now adjusted, opened widely as he saw Omon's blazing eyes.
Young Sith, clad in armor and bodyglov still cowered in blood, with hands on his back, slowly started to walk in front of the man, staying in his peripheral vision.

"On certain less developed worlds, when men go to war, they go mostly for the opportunity to capture a rich enemy. Who will later ransom his freedom.
Riches, the primal motivator for so many systems. But, that was once everyone's main goal, for we were all less developed, if you go back through history." enemy officer was not able to hide his complete confusion. Undoubtedly he wanted to assure Omon that he is a soldier of modest means. But the Sith put him at ease.
"Oh I know, I know, my young petty officer Kloty. I did not bring you here, for ransom. But.. my men here, do need to eat. And my ships do need to fly. Wars do cost money, as I'm sure you know." Omon turned toward the long clear window of his bridge, walking toward it, and making the hand gesture for chair to follow him. On what troopers started pushing.
Many boarding parties were now jumping from their ships, and traveling toward the Kathol Alliance.
"Look at them. It is over, it is done. Your comrades will die.. Oh, no.. that is pod launched from Darth Canifex's ship. He will undoubtedly kill everyone on every ship he docks. I did not, you saw me leaving your ship quickly, yes?" one of the troopers lowered his head to hide the smile. As the officer didn't know they left his crew in a vacuum of space. But Omon's gaze did made the trooper return in his stance of attention.
"Now, all I want, is a fat, rich, spoiled son of some nobleman. I will get in, get him fast, and get out.. you will be saving lives of your countrymen!" Omon came closer to the cuffed man, crouching down, and placing his hand over his. Tilting his head as though watching a sick Loth-cat.
"I will even put you in a life pod, and let you go. You were brave enough for one day.." Trooper beside him added right away "Master Omon never brakes his word".

And bit by bit, glance through the command screen after glance, the Officer spoke.. "I don't.. don't know of any nobleman's son. But I do know of extremely rich captain, who is taking command of h.. his own vessel" man said with his head down, hands clinched in fists.
Sith eyes flared up, as his body swiftly jumped from crouching position.. "Good, good man. Now please, point me to that ship. And give me its name and class. Thank you." on his words, the soldier barely lifted the gaze, looking at the battlefield for few seconds, then pointing..
"Its the fifth Alliance Starship, 'The Liberator'.. th-they do have a Mandalorian on board. Maybe more then one." his head fell down as thou a 100 kilograms were placed over his neck.
Omon, calling few of his bridge officers with his hand, spoke to the Sith Trooper "Put this disgusting cowardly creature in to a life pod, and shoot him in to the opposite side from his fleet." trooper, smiling, punched the suddenly shocked and animated prisoner, hard, knocking him out, and calling for the few more to help carry him away.
Sith Officers were now running with their commander, as Omon walked pass them, he talked, while putting his gauntlets back on "Comm the crew in the hanger, tell them its a repeat run, only this time we boarding a bigger ship, with more dangerous cargo. Tell them to pack net-rifles and stun guns. I want 2 shuttles instead of 1, 9 troopers, 5 in one shuttle, 4 with me in second one. I want 8 fighters as escort, 4 to each shuttle. Go!" on his command, officers broke off, each to its own seat and monitor.
Young Sith entered the elevator, and one thought stayed with him all the way down to the hanger. A Mandalorian! Finally a opponent I can sink my teeth in too.

4 fighters buzzed forward toward the KAS "Liberator", braking off and circling around it, as 2 shuttles approached its top sides. Once they clammed to the surface, Omon gave final order..
"I want caption of this ship alive. I'm guessing he is very illustrious in his outfighting. Each one of these rich warrior cunts are. So you see someone who look overly dressed, net him or stun him. Now harder part.. I also want the Mandalorians alive." the troopers exchanged looks with eachother.. "Yes, I realize that might be a bit too much to ask of you. If you were random troopers I wouldn't care. But you are mine, you are of The Covetous. So if you see one, do not engage, try to stun them ONLY if you have 100% chance. If not, retreat and report to me. If any of you falls, your families will be taken care of for the rest of their lives. With me now!" Troopers started to yell and shout, 'Omon' .. 'For Lord Kaa' both around him, and over the com link.

He cut the thicker walls of the ship bit slower then on the first boarding, but it was still fast enough. 2 Commando troopers jumped in first, each pointing its blaster rifle to one side of the corridor "Clear!".. "Clear!" they spoke quietly but sternly. Omon could sense there was no living force below them, but the entry was standard boarding practice when doing it from the top of the ship.
Each group boarded one side of the big Cruiser, and relay one another their advancing maneuvers. Young Sith crouched down, and placed his hand on the metal floor, penetrating the lifeless rooms, searching for any sign of midichlorians. After few seconds he stood up, and started moving forward faster.
"There is no living force on this floor. If they have an experienced warriors with them, they will be down in the hull. Squad 2, move silently, and stop on the floor above the hull. Out."
The 2 Sith Troopers took the front, Omon between them, and 1 was behind him, slowly descending down the staircase. Using the elevators was out of the question of course. Or was it? Young Sith stopped for a second, then pointed down, and formed a fist, telling them to 'Descend and hold, once you reach the Hull'.
Omon found the elevator doors, and opened them manually. The lift was not there, but on the bottom, as he thought. Using Force Jump he skipped from one beam to other, all the way to the top of the elevator, without making any sound. Opening the hatch on it, he slipped right in to the steel box. Touching its thick doors several times, feeling its weight and overall durability, he issued the order to his troops..
"The firing will start in a second, remember the objective." he took several proximity 'chip' bombs from his pocket, a smaller version of very deadly explosive. Then toss them on to the elevator doors, making them stuck and start to emit their usual red ping. After which he closed his eyes and used his master level Force Sensitivity, to locate the crew. They were to his right, and majority of them were scared. He wondered were there really any Mandalorians among them? Or was it so few?

Guess I'll find out soon enough.. he though, while extending his forearm forward in to the elevator door. Sound of metal twisting and screaming, started to echo for some 2 to 3 seconds, after which Omon extended his whole arm, making the door burst forward from its frame, levitating in the mid air. His finger moved and the door fell down in empty space on to its side, starting to speed up toward the room where the enemies were.
He guided the fat chunk of steel in to the room, as the few blasters started to fly through the hallway, some hitting the chunk of the door. Once his steel letter was inside the room, he lift his hand up, and the door did the same, reaching almost the sealing of the room. Millisecond latter, Omon activated the several mini proximity bombs.
If not for the fact that they were turned in to the sealing, majority of the room would be dead. But thick steel of sealing, combined with thick steel door of the elevator.. simply made a controlled explosion with devastating gush of after shock pouring from all sides of the room, and on the people below.

Omon exited the elevator, just as the bombs exploded, his team 1 jumping down to join him, and taking the spot behind a wall, opposite the enemies great room. Team 2 remained above the enemies side. Waiting for the command to either storm in, or give back up.
Igniting his crimson lightsaber, Sith yelled..

"Mandalorians! Are you alive? I'm sure your Beskar can take much more then that.." his face made best natural smile as his antisocial personality could achieve. Before putting his helmet on.
"Sorry. This is my first naval battle, think I am overly excited! Forgive any of my unwordy remarks during this. Appreciated." he swung the blade in his wrist, and crack his neck from side to side.

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Romul Saxon Tae'l Vizsla Darth Strosius

Darth Carnifex

 

[Corbin Vasher]

TAGS: Volo Dragr Darth Ophidia Adeline Noctua Darth Malum of House Marr Trayze Tesar Alina Tremiru Zlova Rue​

Spoiler: Equipment

ARMOR: Cortosis-Armorweave Shadowsilk Clothes and Cloak with Utility Belt
WEAPONS: Ravenfire - Burbr'sacitr - Burbr'sacitayr - Gaan'sacitadr​

Nobody seemed to even notice the extra person in the room. But that was the point. Sometimes the best place to hide was right in plain sight. It was an easy task for Corbin. Hardly anyone knew what he looked like without armor, which he had forgone for this mission. He never went without his armor, but he felt it was the right thing to do this time. Orders from the Enclave were to kill everyone at this delegation. Corbin did not believe in that. Sith, sure, but the other side deserved a little mercy. They were just trying to survive. At least, Corbin gave the benefit of that doubt. And his higher ups in the Rimward Trade League had agreed. So, though he was a Mandalorian and here with the Enclave, he was more here as a Jensaarai. And Jensaarai were some of the best at infiltration. And he was one of the best of the Jensaarai. Well, he had to be honest with himself, he had the most raw potential. He, unfortunately, did not have a lot of practical experience. But that was what fieldwork was for. So here he was, launging in the corner of the delegation room, surrounded by Sith. He knew it would be better to be visible than to hide from sight, though he could have done that. No, better to make it where nobody would even spare him a second glance. He was just another bored Sith in the room. It didn't matter that nobody would recognize him. They wouldn't care. Being a Force Blank had the perk of being able to not stick in people's memories.
With his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, he kept track of everything with his 41,253-degree field-of-vision Force Sight. There was a peculiar figure standing absolutely still that was blurry to his Force Sight, so that he couldn't tell who or what it was, the telltale sign of someone hiding their presence from the Force. A quick peek with his physical eyes showed a protocol droid. Obviously not an actual Droid, but someone in disguise. Most likely another Mando here for the Sith. That was fine with him as long as they didn't target any of the other side. But even if they did, Corbin was confident he could intervene and keep casualties to a minimum. Well, hopeful anyway.
It was a bit peculiar that it seemed like Jackal ( Adeline Noctua ) was here. And a bit disturbing. He had met her during a raid on a Final Dawn ship. She had been hired as a merc by his comrades. And now her Aura had evolved. She was Force User. He couldn't be entirely certain it was her, and most would say that was impossible, but Corbin new better than to say anything was impossible. He'd read some obscure tomes in the Jensaarai enclave that mentioned old techniques of empowering one's connection to the Force, maybe even possibly establishing a connection for someone who was non-sensitive. He'd have to do some more research on her vampiric species. Especially if she had decided to join the Sith.
The blurry "protocol droid" suddenly moved, aiming a flamethrower at one Sith, while shooting bolas at Jackal and the man next to her.
Things were suddenly getting interesting.
Corbin didn't move, but immediately sprang a barrier in front of the non-Sith delegates. His Force Sight could easily distinguish who was who. Just for fun, he also bent light around them, making them invisible. It wouldn't mask their presence, but nobody would be able to physically see them, which would add a little more confusion to the sudden chaos.
When Jackal suddenly morphed into some kind of bat/dragon hybrid thing, he felt it was finally time to start moving. He slipped around to the delegates, ushering them quietly through the doors that had been knocked open. Once they were safe, he could fight without worry.

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

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// TAYL VIZSLA // WARRIOR //
// LOCATION //: TIMBRA OTT ORBIT
// OBJECTIVE //: SURVIVE
// ALLIES | ENCLAVE //
// ENEMIES | SITH ORDER |
// ENGAGED: Omon Kaa / Darth Diem |

Shadow Dance​

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EQUIPMENT: (In bio)​

The group had descended just as the sith suspected, carefully making their way deeper in an effort to find the hanger bay. They had past an empty turbo-lift not long ago, which they were all disappointed to discover was not operational at this time.

They continued onward, collecting a handful of surviving crew along the way, but a sudden noise had them stopped in their tracks.

Tayl Vizsla's head was on a swivel as she stopped the formation, listening to the horrendous sound of metal groaning. A quick turn of her head to locate the sound revealed something far more frightening however; It's behind us...?!

Looking over her shoulder, she was one of the first to see the doors to the derelict turbo-lift ripped from the very wall and beginning to levitate. "COVER!" she shouted, barely having enough time to throw herself against the nearby wall.

Some managed to follow in time, others were not so lucky. At least of the alliance soldiers with them were thrown across the hall as the metal slab was flung forward, actually cutting a man in half even. If these men weren't afraid before, now they were terrified.


Then, BOOM. The damned thing exploded above them, knocking most to their feet and a couple outright unconscious.

Tayl herself was on the floor now, protected by her armor at least but far from comfortable. Her cheek was squished up against the cold beskar she wore about her head, but at least the internal padding kept her conscious.

"fffuck..." She muttered, forcing herself off the floor onto her hands and knees, then to her feet as blaster fire continued.

"Mandalorians! Are you alive? I'm sure your Beskar can take much more then that.."

She knew that sound... It was like Iris Arani 's lightsaber but... still different. Howling, carving it's way through the air instead of gliding with it.

"Sorry. This is my first naval battle, think I am overly excited! Forgive any of my unwordy remarks during this. Appreciated."

Forcing herself to her feet, she leaned around the corner just enough to spot the Sith and a pair of troopers nearby, acquiring a lock on her internal targeting computer to use shortly.

"Move it...! I'll cover you" She commanded

"Hey Sithy-boy!" Then she shouted at the opposition, holding back the hammer on her blaster, unlocking it's hairpin trigger.

"How's your armor?!"​

Tayl suddenly leaned around the corner, Wrist-shield going up enough to cover her newly exposed torso and around The Golden Gun she slipped through it. With one hand pulling the hammer back to engage it's Lock-on projectiles and the other on the trigger, she quickly squeezed off several rounds of sea-green blaster bolts with enough power to puncture even Beskar with enough shots focused. She figured it'd do fine if the Sith-Imps were still using plastoid to cover their stormtroopers or whatever they were called these days.

The Smart-gun practically aimed for her, adjusting each shot's trajectory and directing it at center-mass, both at the sith and any exposed troopers that might be in the corridor. It was only a handful though, enough to cover the fleeing Alliance officers and soldiers behind her while also testing the opposition's defenses. A big ole' "Come get me!" if you will.


Then, only once her allies had rounded the corner further down, she ducked back into cover just long enough to get her bearings and think of how she was going to catch up with the others.

Well, and maybe district the enemy for just a moment longer.


"Hey... I uh, appreciate the courtesy though. It's my first time too"

"Killing your kind, I mean"

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[Jos Krayt]

KATHOL OUTBACK | DOLSTAN
THE ENCLAVE | TRAINING TEAM
ALLIES: ENCLAVE | Valery Noble | Thonn Rokkal | Yuan Ji
ENEMIES: SITH | Gerwald Lechner | Darth Empyrean
ENGAGING: Open
GEAR: In bio

MAHEGAGH​

A Jedi was the last thing Jos expected to see on Dolstan, particularly one with a reputation such as Valery Noble. The Kel Dor’s brows raised around his breathing mask as he faced the woman, looking down at her. ”We certainly won’t complain about extra help, Master Noble. I am Jos Krayt, Shaman of the Mandokarla and Alor of clan Krayt.” He spoke with a calm voice as he reached out to shake her hand.

”I am thankful for any assistance you can provide, Master Noble. Halting the Sith’s advance is top priority, though I do understand the sacrifice you are making in being here. I’m sure that the Alliance could use one of its most prominent leaders in the war against the Empire.” He gestured for her to follow as he began to walk through the town. Though they didn’t get far before another approached them.

Jos watched Thonn as he greeted Valery, taking note of his familiarity with her. ”You served with Master Noble before, Thonn?” He asked as he turned to look at the renowned warrior.

Unfortunately the pleasantries came to an abrupt end as a ripple pulsed through the Force. Jos looked at Valery and then at Thonn before slipping his helmet on. ”The Sith are here.” He warned. A few seconds later, the Mandalorians’ commlinks came to life with chatter.

:: Alor, this is Asken! The Sith are here. The fleet is engaging, but we can’t hold them off. Transports have broken through! ::

:: All units, to your stations! Enemy transports inbound! ::

:: Get the air defenses up! ::

Cannons boomed and missiles shrieked through the air to stall the enemy, but it wouldn’t hold them off for long. Around them, Enclave Marines, Mandalorians and militia forces scrambled to their positions. Various vehicles were manned and the town, while not a major city, immediately turned into an urban warzone as Sith forces descended on crucial locations.

Jos drew his rifle from his back and looked at Thonn. ”They cannot establish a landing zone.” He ordered the Si’kahya warrior before facing Valery. ”Luckily your stay will not be uneventful, Master Jedi.” He quipped with a light laugh before moving out.

 

[Omon Kaa / Darth Diem]

OBJECTIVE 1
BOARDING THE KAS LIBERATOR
OPPONENT Tae'l Vizsla
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Omon's BIO

Taking cover behind a ship steel wall, Sith was standing surrounded by his troopers. To his left there was one, to the left behind him was the second, and the third one took the knee position, crouching just in front of him. Guarding their master in a standard formation.
The sound of a female voice, muffled through the helmet, shout from the other part of the hallway.

"How's your armor?!"

Omon's dark pupils widened, as he felt imminent danger coming their way, as in very imminent, and for all of them.
His saber was in his dominant right hand, and thus cornered beside the wall they were hunkered down behind. The red laser disappeared, and Omon threw the hilt from his right in to his left hand, activating the blade right away and rotating it to his side with just the movement of his wrist.
He repealed one bolt, that curved behind the wall, and was going for the trooper behind him. As the saber traveled upwards, he repealed the second one that was meant for the trooper on his left.

Damn it..!

His free right hand grabbed the trooper in front of him by his neck, and lifted his body up. In the same millisecond as the two bolts turned the corner, and hit that trooper in to his torso, where was his head a moment ago, then again his helmet, behind which was Omon's masked face.
Troopers body went limb in Sith's grip.
Letting him drop dead on the floor, young Sith started to fume with anger. His shoulders moving up and down, as his heavy breathing made his form ominously larger, somehow. He screamed. It was not a scream of fear, or loss, but more something that a wild beast would produce before charging in to his enemy.
The sound he created pushed the pressure forward, bulking the, very sturdy, part of the ship it hit, outward. Omon awaken the ability of Force Scream. Ability he did not posses prior to this.

It was not the grief over soldiers death, soldiers most glorious duty is to die on the battlefield for his master. No. It was the fact that he had to use one of his Own Men, to save himself. Instead of being able to do it on his own.
I see.. so Anger is not the most powerful path. Anger mixed with sadness is. Young Sith thought to himself, while looking down at his dead trooper. The other two stayed silent.
Calming himself, and straightening his back, Omon spoke softly, making sure only his troopers hear, both team 1 and 2.
"Leave me the net rifle & stun gun, take C3558's body and take him to the ship. Remain there, and wait for me." he looked in to them directly, which meant 'No Discussion'.
"You are only weakness and distraction for me. Team 2, while leaving, set a timer on two proximity bombs for 1 minute, then roll one above the room Mandalorian is in. And second over the corridor that leads out of that room." since the ships floors were of the same design, Omon concluded they have to have 1 pathway from that room.

Making sure female Mandalorian will be occupied, while they retreat, he spoke to her. His voice was calm, but much much colder then from the first time she would hear it.
"It seams my armor is.. wordy." crimson blade swung across the corner of the wall, cutting the 1 meter long chunk of it. Wow it was a corner, it had two sides and a sharp edge. It dropped down with a loud bang. As the Sith throw back his saber to his dominant hand.
"From your singular yelling back, and these few shots.. I can assume you are alone, yes?" his hand slightly moved and the cut off piece of thick steel started to levitate in front of him. It was not wide, but it was long in height. With two sides, in case her travelling projectiles starts to fly, he was sure the 2 side of a wall will be adequate protection. As he felt the strength of them, once his saber repealed them. These were no ordinary laser bolts.

he stepped behind the wall, and started to slowly walk down the corridor, looking at the Mandalorian girl. Peeking through the defensive chunk of steel.

"I do respect you Mandalorians. I respect your history of warfare and conquest, as well as the honor toward your comrades. To us, such a thing is considered weakness. Honor leads only to fall.. thou, not all agree." he did possibly allude to himself, even thou it could be taken in a different way as well. As the Sith stride slowly forward, his lack of fear unsettling, even to him at this point.

"Because of that respect, I do want you to know.. I can end your life with a single movement of my hand. I am not wisest of the Sith, definitely not even close to the strongest. But I do feel the Force in extreme way. Like that cybernetic lung of yours, which does not have any life in it, thus creates a hole in my image of you.. I could crush it with one clinch of my fist." he wanted her to feel some amount of fear, and futility.
IF the Mandalorian fired any bolts at him, he would combine his saber along with the steel wall he was using as the shield.

"Use that fear you feel, he can be quite rewarding."

He reached the hole in the elevator door to his right, he made previously. Then stopped. "I want the caption of this ship.. and you will give him to me. Or die." guilt over killing his own man, was pushing him. As he now just wanted to honor the objective they arrived here for.
Maybe if he didn't want Mando alive, the trooper would not be dead.

Show what else can you grant me through Rage and Pain.. Dark Side.


Romul Saxon Tae'l Vizsla Darth Strosius Darth Carnifex

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

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// TAYL VIZSLA // WARRIOR //
// LOCATION //: TIMBRA OTT ORBIT
// OBJECTIVE //: SURVIVE
// ALLIES | ENCLAVE //
// ENEMIES | SITH ORDER |
// ENGAGED: Omon Kaa / Darth Diem |

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EQUIPMENT: (In bio)​

A lifeform dropped off her scanner as she hid, Good. One less bucket-head in the universe. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was the worst situation she could be in. Alone, for now, stuck in a damn hallway with little to no cover, and a god damned Sith across from her. Not to mention he was only the second one she had fought. The first being... Samara . That day, that horrible day when she lost it all. Her friend. Her dignity. Her lungs and the very flesh off her body.

She'll never forget the crimson lightning.

At first she suspected that this one might not be quite as powerful though. At least, not until that horrid screaming sent ripples through the air that bent the walls outward around him. It was enough to briefly shake her footing even though she wasn't near him.

Is this the enemy that mother expects me to fight alone?

"From your singular yelling back, and these few shots.. I can assume you are alone, yes?"

She could hear him calling out, and the sound of metal being dropped from the wall or maybe ceiling. No idea what he was doing, except stalling maybe. She knew one thing at least; The Force-born do love talking...

Like that cybernetic lung of yours, which does not have any life in it, thus creates a hole in my image of you.. I could crush it with one clinch of my fist."

A hand instinctively clutched at her own breastplate as she sucked air into those very lungs. Behind the visor, her eyes squint down at her blaster. Yes, yes, He had inspired fear. Subtle as it may be, considering she has lived her entire life surviving in the deepest pits of galactic society- But it was there still. It wouldn't have been- If she hadn't removed her chip.

Did she really have to sacrifice her humanity to combat the sorcerers?!

"I want the caption of this ship.. and you will give him to me. Or die."

No... No, she refused to die here. Not for the pretentious alliance, not for mother!


Forced into a mindset of Pure Survival, The time when Tayl did her best thinking- She quickly developed a new plan. It was risky, of course, but everything she had ever done was risky.

To us, such a thing is considered weakness. Honor leads only to fall..

If honor was meaningless, Then she would have to ditch it in favor of more underhanded and... Explosive tactics.

Holstering her pistol, She primes her one and only Heavy Baradium Grenade and her wrist shield, Taking a deep breath and counting down...

3...

2...

1...!

"FUCK YOUUU-!"

She rounded the corner in an instant, shield already protecting her torso as she lobbed the heavy grenade with all her cybernetic-strength toward the Sith. The very instant that it had left her hand, her jetpack quickly propelled her backwards, zipping down the hall until she had nearly hit the wall, throwing all her weight to the side in an effort to steer.

It did little more than angle her into a ricochet across the wall's surface, but it got her around the next corner and put some distance between her and the Sith.


She scrambled to her feet, taking off into a sprint down the next corridor, desperately looking for another room with more cover, more opportunities to maneuver, Anything! anything but this...

The Enclave were fighting for honor.

Tayl was fighting for her life...

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[Darth Empyrean]

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KATHOL OUTBACK | DOLSTAN​

Sith Order | Fleet Designation: Corypheus​

ALLIES: Gerwald Lechner | Sith Order​

ENEMIES: Mandalorians | Valery Noble | Jos Krayt | Open​

ENGAGING: Open​

GEAR: In bio​

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The Sith were beginning their assault, and in the storm cloud lay a harbinger of the worlds destruction. It's fields and markets would feed the war machine well; but first the elimination of the Mandalorian resistance must be fulfilled. The Pimbrellan League would not sustain itself against Empyrean's fleets for long - and this would simply be the first strike on the chin.​

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"Gerwald.", Empyrean spoke through the Force.​

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"Ensure that no Mandalorian leaves this world alive."​

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It was a simple order - and he did not doubt the wolf would do as he commanded with the utmost prejudice. For Empyrean, he felt the force struggle against him on the world. It was too weak to allow his full strength, lest he call unforseen forces down upon his assault. He would not allow his own aggression to destroy his fleet; and so he idled into his throne room and sat.​

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With his staff in hand, he closed his eyes, and let his will begin to take over people of the world. First a handful, then a dozen, then hundreds all enacting their own forms of sabotage and revenge - but for the Mandalorians, he would take just one. One he could fully dominate and possess, where a wound would mean little - and a knife might make him deadlier than a krayt dragon.​

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As the people ran to their stations, a younger man struggled for a moment then tripped as he held his head. A cry barely escaped his lips before he buried his forehead into the dirt - threatening to eat it as saliva dripped from his tongue. Another ran to assist, holding his back and looking him over like the sick compatriot he was, but his good will would be his death. A knife shot out of a small sheath, and the militia man's eyes turned an all encompassing black as he wretched his blade from the temple of his friend.​

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Tears streamed down the man's face despite the blackened eyes, but his expression was apathetic. He wiped the blood on a sleeve, and moved to find the Mandalorians. There would be nothing to stop him from ending their lives here today.​

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"Arthur?", a passing man asked, obviously concerned by the tears.​

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Empyrean's form glanced at him, and then the horror set in at his eyes. The knife flipped through the air and pinned him before the puppet retrieved it. Deep inside, Empyrean could feel the terror, the horrors this man was witnessing in a body he couldn't control. One by one he would kill his friends, and then leave him with nothing but the memories.​

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[Dyyr T'Pada]

Romul Saxon Darth Strosius Omon Kaa / Darth Diem Tae'l Vizsla

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Location: Boarding the Lady Forlorn
Objective: I, Battle of Timra Ott
Accompaniment: 50 Enthralled Davakar, 10 Korsehv Drones
Equipment: SI-HB-2 Power Mace, HG-88 Hand Cannon

The Lady Forlorn was a well fortified vessel. Its weapons were formidable. Its crew were determined, even when caught off guard. Every possible entry to the ship was locked down and well protected. Fortunately, the Davakar were never fond of doors to begin with.

The wicked talons of Sith boarding pods latched to the starboard hull. Specially crafted drills bored through the steel of the ship, opening portals for the vicious invaders. The Drael caught a contingent of Kathol troops, rushing to the bridge, by surprise. With that token resistance cleared, they prepared to march on.

Dyyr strode down the corridor past his men, glancing at a holo-readout of the ship to remind himself of his target. The core of the ship was dormant, thanks to the ion mines that had triggered the Siths' trap. Now, reigniting that core was the only hope of escape the Lady had. On the other hand, if the core were to be destroyed, the ship would be left helpless. As the flagship of the Kathol fleet, the occupants of the ship were valuable enemies, worth a king’s ransom. If Dyyr could cut off access to the core, the leaders of the fleet would essentially be hostages on their own vessel. And if they refused to surrender, the core could become his executioner’s axe. One way or another, he had to find his way there.

He turned to the massive Baedurin leading the Davakar. "Make this corridor your fortress but do not lose the pods. We may need a quick escape."

Dyyr turned and walked down the hall towards his goal, followed by a pack of menacing Korsehv Drones. They would surely encounter resistance on their path. He hoped it would come sooner rather than later. The drones were hungry.

 

[Yuan Ji]

Objective II:

Tag: Anyone on Objective 2
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Sith

There are a lot of things you expect when you become a smuggler. You expect to get shot at, you expect to have a few deals go bad, and from time to time you consider wether you should've taken that nice desk job near the Vulgate Vents Underwater Complex. Nothing exciting ever happens near the Vulgate Vents. Cash an easy paycheck, send some of the proceeds back home to mom and dad, turn the rest into some investment accounts and paying down your loans. Yeah, a lot of people from Yuan Ji's class did end up doing those sorts of things. They were probably happy enough, they probably weren't in the middle of nowhere space, and they probably weren't starring as one of their former customers was going to crazy town on some of the others. Yes, this indeed was not normal for one of Yuan Ji's jobs smuggling weapons. This was something you would call out of the ordinary.

Ji stayed the hell away from that, whatever that was it was probably something people with guns and lightsabers handled. He just wanted to get out of here alive.

"I don't think we're taking off through that, boss!" Six shook Ji out of his stupor to point at the fact that the skies above were now filled with ships bearing troops and weapons.

"Damn it all I thought we'd have at least another day!" The Kaminoan saw a flurry of activity all around the place as military and militia alike tried to scramble to defensive positions.

In war there was a lot of room for collateral damage, Ji knew that there were always risks to doing your business in a potential active war zone. He didn't figure that the Sith Order, Empire or whatever they called themselves gave much a thought to who wasn't wearing Mandalorian armor.

"Six, unload everything, get it off the ship! I don't want anything even more explosive around my equipment!" Ji exclaimed as he calculated the odds of them even getting off this rock.

"Here's hoping the Reds don't just orbital us," Six hoped as he then ran up the gangway into the ship to secure Ji's projects.

Once the boots started it was going to be hard to stay neutral, but harder still would be trying to avoid the the fact that the security personnel here probably didn't fancy smugglers either. Even if gun runners were important to keeping the people here equipped with something, Iron-Hides had a dim view of smugglers. Best to keep a lower profile for now, do something stupid later to try and survive this madness.

 

[Omon Kaa / Darth Diem]

OBJECTIVE 1
BOARDING THE KAS LIBERATOR
OPPONENT Tae'l Vizsla
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Omon's BIO


He could sense hear fear, it was like a force beacon to him. Once caught, it wasn't lost from his sight. Like a heatwave emitting from a person.
And now, that beacon started to pulsate, like a heartbeat made out of hot air. Her resolve was building up, building up strongly, as the each pulse pushed fear more from her.
Bomb!
He spin the slim chunk of metal wall so it stays sideways in the air...

"FUCK YOUUU-!"

Prepared for some similar scenario as this, for after all he was battling a Mandalorian, he jumped and bounced himself of the wall-chunk in front of him, propelling it forward in hopes of intercepting the bomb, while he jumped head first in to the hole of the elevator doors.
He did not see if the steel made contact with the bomb, he landed on to his dominant right hand, using left to force push the buttons beside the door, then hand-pushed himself up the slim hatch that he used to slide in to elevator previously. The bomb went off, and raging fire started to go for him, as the elevator pushed itself up.

The cut he made on the elevator door was too wide, and enough of the fire gust pass through it, erupting through the hatch before he could close it.. he groaned in pain as the flame caught his left forearm and part of his left thigh. Even with his bodyglov suit, the intensity of it went through.
Ends of his robes caught fire as well.

"GRAAA!!! HHHUHH!!"

The elevator shook, and stopped on the floor above, as the rails on the edges got twisted from the heat.

Breathing faster, and shallow, Omon never felt before such surge of force, as he did in this moment. The Dark Side latched on to his pain like a smaller fish on to a Firaxan shark.
She did not help with his pain, if anything she was amplifying it. But somehow he felt rejuvenated from it, like a recharged battery.
He used his saber to cleanly cut the edges of the robes that were burning.

"Sir! We sliced in to the enemy's ship mainframe, with our shuttle, powering up only the most basic protocols. To try and monitor you. Whatever you did now, destabilized the hull's integrity greatly! Anything similar could puncture the hole in it!" his mask echoed with his troopers voice.
He couldn't but not start laughing softly..

55, 56, 57.. 60.

He jumped back in to the elevator, just as the 2 bombs his troopers set for 1 minute detonated. One above the room the Mandalorian was seen last, and one down the possible hallway that lead from that room.
Small amount of flame burst beside the hole on the elevator doors, then disappeared. He stepped out in the hallway and started to walk toward the place of the explosion.

Everybody loves bombs.. until they detonate above your head.

He smiled angrily, then lift both his arms up, and rain them in to the floor, releasing a strong Force Slam. His burned forearm cut open 3-4 centimeters like a dry earth. But the Dark Side flow through him too strongly for him to notice. His pain was like a drug.
The sealing of the room, already weakened by the first pack of small bombs he send in, collapsed right away. While the hallway one just made enough of the assent so one could jump in.
Omon swing the net rifle from his back in to his arms, and aimed down the huge hole, searching for the buried Mandalorian. But there was no life here, the Force told him that before his eyes did.

"UHHHH!!!" he released an angry hiss, while jumping across the chasm bellow him, sliding straight in to the smaller hole. Dropping down in to the long hallway, same as on the floor above him.

In front of him, he could see her, running fast and with purpose. He lift the net rifle, aimed in to her back, and fired.
Four claws sprang from it, with near laser speed, spreading a huge electrified net almost across entire height of the hallway. The second he fired, Omon let the rifle go, and force pulled his lightsaber in to his right hand.


Romul Saxon Tae'l Vizsla Darth Strosius Darth Carnifex Dyyr T'Pada

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Trayze Tesar Darth Malum of House Marr Adeline Noctua Alina Tremiru Volo Dragr Corbin Vasher
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By all appearances, Darth Ophidia was fooled. No expression on her face told of worries nor conspiracy. She even turned her back on the apparent droid, only to look at it over her shoulder with a single raised, hairless brow as the matrix crumbled and the assassin was revealed along with a torrent of flame that completely enveloped the Triumvir. As the fire curled around her body, her eyes fixed on Volo’s masked face and a smile grew on her lips.

Fire swirled around her form, obscuring her in totality as even her shadow was shredded by the orange light. A shrill scream pierced through the flames, then cut into laughter as darkness rose up through the core of the flames, then burst and cleared the fiery torrent. Black streaks marked the ground where the flames had scorched the building. In the middle stood Darth Ophidia, fire still curling up her body as her crazed cackle turned into a mad grin.

The force shifted with a single powerful pulse as many of the fleeing delegates, albeit invisible, stopped suddenly and clutched their throats. Their feet dragged audibly against the stone as they were pulled back towards the negotiation room. It was far from gentle as the delegates were pulled into each other, walls, corners and the ceiling with reckless abandon.

They had done well to hide themselves as much as they had, but the Pale Assassin had close to fifty years of experience on her side. Taozin amulets and cloaking matrixes, force voids and cloaks of shadows were tools of her trade; toos she had not only mastered, but innovated. She knew something was afoot, that an attack was imminent, but now she had the attackers within her reach.

She would commend their effort, but in the assassins’ trade, it was success or death.

The pain that coursed through her body from the fire eating through her robes fuelled her with adrenaline and fed the dark side of the Force. The fear that echoed through the building condensed in the air like a smoke, which she breathed in like a sweet perfume. Her presence had changed drastically, from one barely felt yet always present, to the deep chill of the void. Her shadow stretched in four directions and deepened unnaturally, as if it ate whatever light threatened it.

This was the feeling of a triumvir, a contender for the seat of the Dark Lord.

While one hand clenched, pulling the delegates back, her other lashed out against her assailant as she sought to seize him and slam him into the wall behind. She sought not only to crack him into the wall, but to smash him through it.

 

[Valery Noble]

Dolstan

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Outfit: Factory Link
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Thonn Rokkal

After her arrival, she was greeted rather quickly by two Mandalorians. Thonn Rokkal was familiar, even though they hadn't been able to really meet properly, but Jos Krayt was someone she hadn't seen before. Either way, both were greeted with a bow of her head, and she knew that with two members of the Enclave here, these people were in good hands. "I'm glad to be here and I'm sure the Alliance can miss me for a little while. Helping our allies is important and the last thing we want is another group of Sith reaching our borders."

While they were still quite far away from the 'southern' border of Alliance territory, their advance was far too fast to ignore. She trusted the Enclave to handle them, but they stood stronger together, and even a little help could prevent casualties. Every Mandalorian life counted in this war, so she'd give it her all to protect them.

Jos then gestured for both of them to start following him, and as she did, a tremor reached out through the Force. She could feel something dark approaching and pause in her steps at the same time as Jos.

"The Sith are here."

"I feel it too..." she said with furrowed brows. Throughout her life, she had been exposed to these feelings countless times, and she could easily recognize Sith in their advance because of it. Right now, it meant another battle; another struggle between Dark and Light, but also people who were caught in between. She was going to do everything she could to keep them safe.

"Luckily your stay will not be uneventful, Master Jedi."

Valery chuckled and drew the hilt of her double-bladed weapon into her hand, "It would seem so. Let's show the Sith how much they've overreached. They're not getting past us here."

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

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// TAYL VIZSLA // WARRIOR //
// LOCATION //: KAS "Liberator"
// OBJECTIVE //: SURVIVE
// ALLIES | ENCLAVE //
// ENEMIES | SITH ORDER |
// ENGAGED: Omon Kaa / Darth Diem |

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EQUIPMENT: (In bio)​

Faster. Have to move faster...!

An explosion shook the entire room behind her, the shockwave actually carrying her forward a little faster if only for a moment. But her second wind towards freedom would be short lived as the wave caused her to stumble. It cost her mere seconds, but each one had been like a lifetime in the wars she had waged before. She was always improving. Faster! always getting faster. On the draw. On the move. In the mind. But removing that chip had, for the very first time, been a step backwards.

Fear... what a new and exciting feeling! What a dreadful feeling...



Mere seconds. That was all it took for the Sith to return. She had only been back on her feet long enough to take several more steps when she heard something drop behind her.

"UHHHH!!!"

That infernal screaming was the only warning she had before the sorcerer dropped from the very ceiling. Something tore through the air and quickly, hitting her in the back. It wouldn't have been an issue normally, but the realization that it wasn't a weapon did little to comfort her. Tight cords bound her arms and then her legs, toppling the heavily-armored warrior as she hit the durasteel deck face first. Or... Visor, in this case. Her pure Beskar made a distinct ringing sound when she landed, alluding to the value of the Sith's prize.

A few seconds past before she was wriggling like an eel, trying desperately to loosen her bonds. Even with the electric charge now coursing through- The girl seemed determined to fight. Her skin, almost entirely artificial after too many youthful years wasted in war, was absorbing the shock with it's rubberized muscle and undercoating.

She hissed under her breath, extending her wrist-blade to immediately cut her hand free. a few clumsy jerking motions with her blade and soon the whole left arm was free.

Her mind was usually focused. Some might have said narrow, once upon a time, but it always kept her in the moment. A year ago, she would have been focused entirely on either survival or killing her foe. But today?

Death didn't scare her, per se. But it was most certainly on her mind now. If anything she... wanted to die. It was a hard thing to admit that to herself in the moment but in a way, it was true. When her mother was captured all those years ago, All she could think about was saving her. She had almost given up hope before the older Mandalorian's freedom had been won, but a far more disturbing truth had been revealed;

There was hardly anything left to save.

Apollyon The Betrayer had chipped away at mother's mind until she was little more than a husk of her former self. She would have been lucky if the Demagolka had stopped at just severing her arm and using it in a dark ritual to her prosthetic right in front of her. But she did not. The invisible scars would never be seen and never be healed. But they were certainly felt, by her mother, by her family.

She refused to live like that.

"RRRAAAGH-!"

She howled like a wounded beast as she rolled over onto her back, slashing her "Claws" wildly to deter the Sith from reaching out.
Don't touch me! don't touch me! Perhaps a small part of her wanted to live after all. Or even, perhaps she simply refused to die for a galaxy that didn't care. For a mother that now saw her as a weapon more than a daughter. For a people who led her family to ruin time and time again.

Fear had become equal parts rage as she slashed at both the netting and her foe. Even from the ground, she would live or die the only way she knew how: Fighting.

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[Thonn Rokkal]

Allies: Valery Noble Jos Krayt Yuan Ji , Jedi, and Enclave
Enemy: Darth Empyrean Gerwald Lechner and any other Sith
Engaging: Open

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”You served with Master Noble before, Thonn?”

"We fought alongside one another on V'Shaar." Thonn responded, recalling the sewers beneath the surface and the ambush that had laid waiting for them. The stench had been unforgettable, too – he couldn't keep his beskar'gam with him in his quarters for weeks after because of it, it was that bad.

"I'm glad to be here and I'm sure the Alliance can miss me for a little while. Helping our allies is important and the last thing we want is another group of Sith reaching our borders."

Thonn gave a nod of respect in response, appreciative of her presence. Fighting, she was good at, as Thonn's recollection of that mission well supported. Their victory that day was in no small part due to her courage and tenacity then, and he was glad to have that with them now. Not that he cared much for Jedi, still carrying the same attitudes as before. Better that Valery was an old ally in that regard, he'd not have to trust a stranger. He didn't know much else about her besides her talent in battle however, having scarcely spoken to her outside of battle. Given the danger that threatened them, that talent was more important anyhow.

Said danger would soon be upon them, and Jos gave them the warning.

”The Sith are here.”

"Get to those battle positions! They're here! Go!" Thonn shouted out, back towards the militia members he had just been training. He'd taught them all he could in the time they had, and he could only hope that it would serve them well in the battle to come.

”They cannot establish a landing zone.”

"I'm on it." Thonn responded, before departing immediately to retrieve a PLX-1 Portable Missile Launcher passed on to him by the millitia, who had acquired that day courtesy of a kaminoan merchant, Yuan Ji, that sold it. Thonn had spent some time scouting the area in preparation. He headed straight to one building he'd noted on the outskirts of the town, overlooking an open and flat patch of ground. It'd provide good cover from fire, and allowed him a generous arc to fire upon himself. He ducked inside quickly, confirming that it was clear before speaking on the comms.

"Thonn here; cleared to land at my position." He announced, his rotary cannon loaded and ready sitting on a table. If any soft targets showed up, it would be the primary weapon to take them out, but vehicles necessitated a heavier touch. Thonn remained behind a window on the building's second level, his missile launcher shouldered and ready to fire on any Sith airships that approached.

 

[Trayze Tesar]

OBJECTIVE III - HEAD OF THE SNAKE
Current Mission - Protect the Delegates!
BLUFOR - Darth Ophidia Darth Malum of House Marr Adeline Noctua Alina Tremiru
OPFOR - Corbin Vasher Zlova Rue Volo Dragr
TARGETING ACTIONS - Zlova Rue

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You would be surprised at how much hesitation one may have when shit hits the fan. How much time and nanoseconds seem to tense up when the world seems to slow down when there was everything going on around you. It had been an all too familiar occurence to Trayze Tesar, former Detective, current Acolyte and security detail.

Here he was, betwixt the familiar and the unknown, awash with the sensations of a Triumvir, two Sangirs, and whatever bullshit that the Mandalorians had brought - the good news was they seemed to want to kill Sith especially. He had been stronger and weaker now since he first arrived at Silver Rain, stronger in the Force, yes, but weaker in experience, for there was too much to learn, and there was no time to absorb, no time to process, to strategize.

No time to die, but plenty to kill with.

Trayze was a man who knew of things, but now was the time to wed the knowledge with feeling, passion with the strength, strength with power, and power in hopes of victory. Breathing in the vaporous clouds of battle and plasmafire, he welded his eyes shut and saw. The twitch of annoyance as the Grandmistress of the Tsi'kaar's eye was bemusedly vexed by the Mandalorian's preparations. The unnatural thrum of the Sangir lasses heartbeats, and the beasts within-both revealed and in reserve, baying for battle like a slavering hyena-hound; the fear and annoyance and betrayal as Darth Ophidia flung aside the delegates to reveal yet another assailant, or rather, the faded opaque absence of one in the Force. Trayze even felt his cousin's fear and attempts to rally, to be like the great Sith Warriors of old yet he could tell this was the first true battle, true slog, true clusterfuck that the boy had been in.

Trayze knew battle, knew of death, and dealt it. Damn the titles, the kow-towing, the decorum. He was no Acolyte, no Detective, he was a man who upheld the Law of the Sith Code, and etched it in slugthrower fire. So when he did feel something, a Twi'lek unseen and with a karking crimson lightsaber, whose aura mimicked the Sith, he had thought her an ally almost too little and nearly too late.

With a reflex only brought about by the supernatural speed of the Force, and the iron discipline of the Corps, the seeming din of the battlefield was not a canvas to make bloody work upon, but an elaborate dance of poise and precision that punished those who could not be quick on their feet and cool in their hearts. Yet still it would be with small mercy that he allowed himself a smile, he was a mere Acolyte-the only Acolyte, the bottommost dreg of Sith hierarchy that could be permitted offworld. That meant he would be underestimated.

The reflex would find its mark, the Silver Heat pistol its target when in range, and the trigger squeezing out a crack aimed for Zlova Rue .