Skirmish Battle of Chaldea (NJO, GA, others)

[Gweneth Zarari]

Location: Calabiyau
Objective: Objective 1
Tag: Arlo Renard Alicio Organa Amani Serys

A reply came back to me from Arlo Renard , that was a relief at least that he could hear me telepathically.

<Can you find another building that’s secure enough to withstand attack?>

I paused then quickly climbed up to the top of the building I was in, shielding my eyes as I peered around the city. <<Not gonna work. The cathedral is the toughest place around, we might make it to one of army barracks, but they have to be under attack already, right? Hmm

People are already headed here too, looks like this is our spot whether we like it or not. The cathedral roof is flat which is ha.....>> I was about to point out the advantage of a tall flat roof for emergency extraction, but a bomb landed on the next building over and my focus was quickly taken over by tumbling to the ground and rolling with the impact to prevent too much damage. Even in this form it was a hard landing without the time to get ready for it. More bombs had gone off elsewhere and I saw an aircraft streaking into the distance after dropping its payload "Chit!" I said aloud, hearing the ape vocalisations replace my language as I ran for cover from another volley of fire.

I shifted back to Devaronian form and started launch boomas from my wrist mounted slingshot. Their charge wouldn't usually kill, especially on armoured targets, but it could put a man down for hours at a time. I took two down then had to duck back in for cover. Why was this happening, these were my people, trying to purge my other people. <<Kai, I don't know where my parents are, has anyone else got out?>> Was I pleading with him? Did I just need to know they were safe when I couldn't go anywhere to help them without endangering many more lives.

I felt my emotions beginning to crack and I gritted my teeth as tears welled up in my eyes. I had just enough anger to keep my despair in check, for now at least. Two more chaldeans went down and I could have sworn I recognised one of them. "You need to stop this! This is madness!" I screamed down the street at another pair of soldiers who had now taken cover.

I looked back over at Kai, desperate for someone to give me more direction.

​

 

[Jogerda of Chaldea]

Objective I: Kill Them All
POV: Fergus Murdoch, Chaldean Paladin
Accompanied by: Tony, Nagai and Chaldean Mystic + maybe a hundred rabble-level Chaldean forces?
Location: Cathedral courtyard, Calabiyau
Tags: Alicio Organa Amani Serys

There were shouts and gasps behind Fergus as the Senator used the Force to freeze them. “Tony—” Fergus began, but he needn’t have bothered.

Tony was already suppressing Alicio’s connection to the Force with extreme prejudice. The Mystic took aim at the Count and shot an arrow of pure energy at him.

Seeing the Mirialan Jedi coming at them with a lightsaber, Fergus jumped to defend his brother. He thrust out his hand, palm open, and blasted repulsor energy at her center of mass to push her back—or, if he was lucky, break a few of her ribs.

Behind them, the Chaldeans who had been less affected by the cryokinesis were barging past the ones who remained frozen in place and were now flooding into the courtyard, shouting battle cries as they bum-rushed the Alderaanians. The scene was chaotic, to say the least, but Fergus and Tony remained focused on their respective targets.

 

[Arlo Renard]

Objective I: Save the Refugees
Location: Calabiyau
Tags: Gweneth Zarari

Gwen’s answer was negative. They had no other options.

Kai took off running, leading the refugees toward the cathedral. The ground shook violently, buildings collapsing around them. He knew it was coming, but some part of him kept screaming that this couldn’t be it. He had to make it…

The Force screamed a warning just before the bomb hit. One moment he was running; the next his feet had left the ground, sending him hurtling through the air. Something warm sprayed his face. He tasted blood.

Then he slammed into a wall and dropped to the ground, landing in a heap. Beaten senseless and covered in gore, he could faintly hear Gwen’s cries for help in finding her parents.

The refugees he had been escorting were dead or dying. Persis was gone. Kai was in so much pain he wished he could join them, but his Sithspawn body was already beginning to knit itself back together, stubbornly keeping him alive even as the situation turned hopeless.

A shingle fell from a nearby roof, clattering to the ground near where he lay. The sound of it shattering so close by made him wince and open his eyes. Blinking, he looked up and saw a massive shape perched atop the building. A Chaldean dragon.

The dragon stretched, his iridescent hide glittering in the reflected flames of the burning city, before craning its long neck down toward him, peering at him with reptilian eyes. Smoke billowed from its nostrils, hitting Kai in the face. He was paralyzed, wide-eyed with shock. Its lips parted, then its sharp teeth, and he could see down its throat to the glow of the fire in its belly.

And then, impossibly, it spoke: "Bamarri, get up. We have work to do."

 

[Lira Virel]

Objective 1/3

Alasdair Voland | Jegy Sesara | Ivixa Nera'kas | Aziraphale | Arlo Renard​

In the midst of the intense battle, chaos reigned as explosions and blaster fire echoed through the air. Lira Virel, despite her injuries, refused to succumb to the overwhelming sense of despair. As the deafening roar of artillery and the whistling descent of bombs filled the air, she found herself caught in the crossfire. A mortar round struck perilously close, detonating with a thunderous blast that sent her tumbling through the air. Colors blurred, and the world spun around her, disorienting and jarring.

Gasping for breath and blinking away the daze, Lira gradually regained her senses. She found herself lying amidst the debris-strewn ground, shards of wreckage and smoke enveloping the chaotic landscape. With aching limbs and a determined spirit, she mustered her strength, pushing past the pain as she clutched at the radio of a fallen trooper beside her. The radio crackled to life, the voice of a comrade pleading for reinforcements and reporting mounting casualties. Lira's heart sank, her empathetic nature stinging with the weight of the unfolding tragedy. The urgency in her comrades' voices propelled her into action.

Ignoring the throbbing ache in her body, Lira rose to her feet, her senses attuned to the cries of pain and desperation that filled the air. She moved with a resolute purpose, darting through the chaos towards those in need. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid scent of burning metal, yet she pressed on, guided by her unwavering determination.

Using her knowledge and resourcefulness, Lira scoured the battlefield for salvaged parts, her agile fingers deftly gathering the scattered remnants of technology. An idea sparked within her mind, an audacious plan to provide a temporary shield of protection for those she sought to save. With a spark of hope in her eyes, she cobbled together a field-grade shield generator, improvising with the materials at hand. Under the relentless pressure of war, Lira worked swiftly and meticulously, her focus unyielding. Amidst the relentless barrage of enemy fire, she pieced the contraption together, her hands steady despite the chaos surrounding her. The shield generator took shape, a fragile testament to her ingenuity and determination.

With a surge of triumph, Lira hurled the assembled device before her group, the makeshift shield generator impacting the ground with a heavy thud. In a moment of uncertainty, the contraption exploded to life, shimmering with wavering energy. The field-grade shield flickered into existence, its feeble defenses offering a brief respite from the relentless onslaught. Encouraging her comrades to take cover behind the fleeting protection, Lira pressed forward, rallying those around her and urging them towards the awaiting shuttles. With each step, her resolve hardened, her voice cutting through the chaos, offering comfort and guidance amidst the maelstrom of destruction.

Though the shield's protective aura was ephemeral, its presence infused a glimmer of hope into the beleaguered hearts of those under Lira's care. The wounded and terrified followed her lead, spurred on by her unwavering determination and selflessness. In the face of merciless enemy fire, Lira tirelessly pushed forward, her every action a testament to her commitment to saving lives. She disregarded her own safety, her body moving on sheer adrenaline and a profound sense of duty. The cries of pain and the anguished pleas of the wounded fueled her determination, driving her forward with an unwavering purpose.

Amidst the chaos of war, Lira Virel, Chief Engineer and Master Shipwright, emerged as a beacon of strength and resilience. Her actions were an embodiment of the nobility of the Naboo lineage she hailed from, her courage and selflessness shining through the darkest of times.

 

[Alicio Organa]

Calabiyau, Chaldea
OBJECTIVE 1
- Amani Serys - Jogerda of Chaldea - Gweneth Zarari - Open
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It was rare for Alicio to see Amani in combat.

He'd only fought by her side a few times in their years of being together. Each time, he'd been impressed, but nearly terrified of his wife. Whenever they'd found themselves shoulder to shoulder, lightsabers blazing in their hands, she'd had someone to protect at her back, be it him, or civilians. When there were innocent people relying on her, Amani Serys-Organa was pitiless.

Of course, Alicio didn't really see Amani in combat today yet, either, as he was busy getting shot at.

The only reason he was able to dodge, turning his shoulder out of the way of an oncoming energy arrow, was because he was expecting immediate retaliation. As the bolt splattered against the decorated frieze behind him, Alicio dashed forward, Introspect growling to life in his hands. His movements were sure, even with the Force stolen from him. The Count's precognition, what he'd relied on to get through every confrontation he'd had thus far, was gone, but he was far from helpless.

With blaster fire suppressing the natural chokepoint, and Amani to distract the paladin, Alicio attempted to slip into the mystic's space, and skewer him with a low, lunging stab.

Alicio held a lot more regret, a lot more guilt at having to take the Potentiates' lives. But for the refugees? For Amani?

He would be pitiless, too.

 

[Alasdair Voland]

Objective 1/3: The Imperial Fortress vs the Chaldeans

How things presently stand.

Imperial

700 Infantry (60 saved who would have otherwise died due to the intervention of Lira Virel).
10 Heavy/Medium Walkers

Chaldean
(PC kills to be included once their posts are written).
1,490 "Liberators"
3 Corvettes
5 Mystics
5 Paladins
24 Starfighters.​

The victorious Chaldeans did not have long to celebrate their victory over the Imperial forces at the outer gate and courtyard. The Mystic, who had survived the first round of fire from the Chimaera IV through his powerful Force Barrier, was in his dazed state not prepared for the second vengeful low power turbolaser blast which annihilated his very physical being to atoms. Screaming TIE bombers, interceptors, and fighters flew over the remaining Chaldean companies, blasting them with proton bombs, missiles, and heavy laser cannon blasts until the few staggered survivors managed to make their way to the oncoming fresh regiment and a half of their allies making their way to their fort. This brief interlude allowed the Imperials to collect their wounded and bring them to safety for medical treatment and evacuation, although none of them would be able to fight for the rest of this day.

Alasdair, for his part, ordered his elite troops and even his personal assassin Aziraphale to the inner walls and courtyard of the keep, including his entire personal retinue of Death Troopers. He was determined to hold them there, for there were still nearly 2,000 refugees scattered about within the inner walls and the keep awaiting evacuation. Stormtroopers and Storm Commandos also lined up along the walls and the inner gates, setting up mortars, repeating blasters, defensive fortifications for the massive onslaught in which they were outnumbered over three to one by the oncoming Chaldean swarm.

The Chaldeans, for their part, even seeing the battered remnants of their first regiment, the destroyed corvettes and starfighters, their dead elite Mystics and Paladins, were in high spirits. They had bloodied the Imperials and even though they had been forced back from the outer walls, none remained there to oppose them. They had massive superiority of numbers and in addition to the 1,500 moving forward, another 1,500 followed some distance behind them. Their victory this day was assured-the only thing that remained was who would seize the glory of evicting the cursed outsiders from their planet.

As they moved through the corpses lining the inner courtyard and outer fortifications and towards the inner courtyard and walls, a sudden surprise ambush by the five squads of elite Death Troopers inflicted devastating casualties. Precision mortar strikes, heavy repeating blasters, deadly volleys of grenades, rockets, blaster fire, all from excellently prepared fixed positions rained down upon the first five Chaldean companies, who due to their lack of training struggled to mount an effective response to the vicious surprise onslaught. Hundreds of Chaldeans died or suffered severe wounds before they were able to regroup and reorganize, the Death Troopers living up to their names. A vicious battle, starting from a distance and ending up in melee with both sides fighting sometimes quite literally with tooth and nail, saw hundreds more Chaldean casualties and all of the Death Troopers wiped out, the latter refusing to give any ground and to follow the orders of their commander to buy them time to the bitter end.

Their sacrifice was not in vain, as it allowed the remaining Stormtroopers and Storm Commandos to prepare for the oncoming assault. As the thousand remaining Chaldeans attacked the five hundred or so remaining Imperials, the bloodbath began. Storm Commandos wielding flamethrowers and incendiary grenades burned Chaldean liberators alive, many of which managed to run screaming before they melted into charred ash and bone, aided by their protection from external blaster fire thanks to Lira Virel's quick thinking of establishing a shield generator. They were fighting not just for the refugees and Alasdair, but also to protect the beleaguered and tired engineer who had worked so hard to protect them.

The Stormtroopers, for their part, inspired by the sacrifice of their Death Trooper cousins, bitterly held the line and refused to give an inch to the tidal wave of men and women that crashed upon them. Deadly ranged combat soon turned into primal hand to hand fighting and at the end of the day, despite taking numerous casualties, the Stormtroopers held their ground. The surviving Retribution walkers, Jegy Sesara , Ivixa Nera'kas , and Aziraphale also gave an excellent showing, causing many Chaldean deaths themselves*.

After vicious hours of fighting, where Alasdair personally joined with his blaster rifle to hold back the assault and even suffered a minor wound to his arm, the outcome finally became clear. Despite even more Imperial casualties, they had held their line against the fanatic genocidal crusaders. Faith in their cause had not proved sufficient to win against Imperial weaponry and discipline, and only a few hundred remaining Chaldeans managed to scatter and run once again from the Imperials, fleeing to their oncoming reinforcements of yet another regiment and a half of men.

*Elaborated on in their own posts.

Alasdair, sitting among the fortifications, nursing his wounded right arm with a bacta patch, called for his aide-de-camp.

“How many of the refugees have made it out?” He barked, in pain from his injury.

“Sir, we bought them enough time. They’re all gone! All four thousand of them, including the wounded. Once the last of the dropships make it out of the atmosphere and bring them aboard the evacuation ships, they can return and evacuate our recoverable casualties, and then we can finally leave this cursed rock.”

Alasdair gave an audible sigh of relief. They had did it. It had cost them a lot and they had done it without any Galactic Alliance or Jedi help, but they had held their main objective. They had saved thousands of people.

He nodded back towards the young man.

“We will enact a fighting retreat against the remaining oncoming Chaldean elements until our wounded are safe, and then we will pull out. Send everyone back into the keep and order them to set up additional defensive positions and turrets to prepare for our withdrawal. We’ve done what we could here. Hopefully the so-called guardians of the galaxy, the Jedi, are having as much success as we are, what with not one of them showing up to help us here...”

Alicio Organa Arlo Renard Gweneth Zarari Shan Pavond Taeli Raaf Micheal Nox Arcadian Amani Serys Laphisto Ko Vuto

 

[Jegy Sesara]

The quick whine of a lightsaber flashed into the air, a streak of blaster bolts once again deflected and found their marks with resounding blaster fire behind him. Every set of strikes seemed to never end, the amount of bodies piling seemed to never end as well. With a final flick of his lightsaber, he redirected another bolt as the words of cease fire erupted from around the line. Realizing for now that the wave had ended, he turned off his lightsabers and reattached them as he gave a short pant.

Around him were the Stormtroopers, perhaps bewildered by the ragged person before him but in turn, not at all ashamed to have a Guardian watch over them. When their men started to fall, the Sullustan appeared as suddenly as the wind changed, turning back the tide quickly as it was brought out. Throughout their entire line, he had become almost their personal shield, deflecting back bolt and bolt of blasters when he could, forcing the line from the sides to make them move out of their defensive positions. He had done everything possible to reduce as much causalities as he could...but it never seemed to be enough. How many fell to his blade? He had lost count after fifty, it honestly did not matter so long as more were on the other side of it.

The clothing he had now worn, these ragged clothes, they were not in tattered ruins. Blaster holes ordained them from all around, some shots seemed to have grazed around the shoulders, legs...showing wounds that had long since healed but showed the damage the Sullustan went through in the last few hours. A hole was even over his right bicep, a blaster strike that had turned black among the Sullustans skin, luckily not done any further damage then that. All throughout, he had survived what was thrown at him and yet while his will wants to continue, his body was starting to falter. It was growing tired...it was growing weary of the battle.

From afar, one of the Stormtroopers approached the Sullustan as he stood in a tired state, overlooking the inner wall of dead corpses, mingled with friend and foe. The crackle of the audio from his helmet broke out the silence.

"Sullustan? We are enacting a retreat, we are to escort you inside, dropship will arrive soon."

"Escort? I am sure others may need it better than-"

"That is my order from the lieutenant, you are in his words..."dragging". Come along."

Giving a nod and admitting defeat for a change, he followed the Stormtrooper as a few others seemed to converge, escorting him as if he was a high priority target. Moving inside the building, he slowly raised his head up and tried to straighten his back out with some bones popping in the back. The Sullustan noted that perhaps later on, he really should get his body back into better shape like it used to be. Walking towards a position, the Stormtrooper motioned towards a chair as he plopped down onto it with a loud wince, feeling a jolt of pain go through the right side of his body. Nearby, one of the medics from the group leaned over and examined the Sullustan as bacta started to spray onto the exposed holes in his outfit, giving a more reaction based wince as he was able to hold still.

"Medical training says you should be dead."

"Been there, done that. No exposed bones?"

"Muscle tissue damage, extensive around the right bicep, it is burnt to the bone, probably why you are feeling it when you sat down."

"Got anything to numb it?"

"Not unless you want a piece of wood in your mouth, all out of any painkillers. I got a stimulant though it will knock you silly if we are still here after an hour, should get you through this though."

"Shoot it, I have to be mobile and focused."

The shot was applied through the right arm as he did not feel the pain. Focusing in the Force, he allowed the stimulant to course through his body. Voices started to echo around, orders given as people rush around the interior of the area, fortifying the area with turret like structures and shoving furniture down to provide for impromptu cover. Closing his eyes for a moment, he let the Simulant do its job as the voices quieted down for a brief period, almost becoming mute. After a minute, the voices returned as his eyes started to pop open, his body feeling as if on fire and full of energy. Gripping onto his lightsaber a bit tightly with his left hand, he started to stand up again and gave a long breath out, muttering to himself as he got towards the front of the group and began to wait for the assault if it was to ever come.

"Almost there...just another group...of filthy rebels to kill."

Tags: Alasdair Voland Ivixa Nera'kas Aziraphale Lira Virel

 

[Jogerda of Chaldea]

Objective II: Loot the Vault
POV: Ganner Threepwood, pirate, doctor, and former Chaldean Mystic
Accompanied by: Captain Rhett Valentino and the pirate crew of the Morning Star
Location: Chaldean Academy, Nezamiyeh
Tags: Micheal Nox

The young Potentiate struggling under Micheal's yoke managed to gasp out a few words of rebuttal, words which remained strong in his consciousness for having been both drilled into his mind by repetition, and fervently believed: "Not... like them... we rebuke... the powerful..." But he could no more rebuke this man's power than he could save himself from being enslaved, unfortunately.

Meanwhile, as the pirates indulged in a bit of ultraviolence against the guards, Ganner suddenly became aware of a stranger's presence in their midst. The scarred Nagai was a little hard to miss, what with him having blown poor Yorick's arm and head off by way of introduction. Moreover, he wasn't alone.

In an instant, dozens of weapons were cocked and pointed at would-be assassins and strange fellows in robes. "The booty's ours, landlubber," Captain Valentino snarled. "Finder's keepers, as they say."

Ganner smirked grimly, his hand cannon pointed at the group's apparent leader. Or rather, at the thought dowser he wielded. "That's a cute little toy you've got there," he remarked. "Be a shame if someone broke it."

He squeezed the trigger. The gun went off with a tremendous noise, amplified by the echo of the Academy's vast halls. With the first shot having been fired, the rest of the pirates joined in, exchanging shots with the strangely dressed Open Handers.

 

[Jogerda of Chaldea]

Objective I: Kill Them All
Location: Outskirts of Calabiyau
Tags: Ko Vuto

Jogerda was knocked backwards by a kick to her gut. She staggered, but stayed on her feet.

The Jedi had succeeded in putting distance between them, but not for long if she had anything to say about it. Jogerda stretched out her hand toward him, using the miniature tractor beam in her gauntlet to pull him toward her, her weapon at the ready in her other hand to strike him once he was within reach.

 

[Micheal Nox]

"It is quite adorable, isn't it?"

Micheal didn't move, but his arm did. It wriggled and writhed before shooting out between him and the blaster. The creature that acted as his arm took the bullet for his item. All around him blaster fire went off, his Priests from their hiding places returning the fire against the Pirates in the way. But he didn't move from where he stood. Instead, he just tightened his grip on the Thought Dowser.

"Cease."

It spread like wildfire. An overwhelming force against the minds of the pirates before him. Blasterfire ceased as he dominated their minds. As he smiled a far too calm smile towards them.

"That's better, don't you think? We can have a conversation now, can't we?"

Jogerda of Chaldea

 

[Aziraphale]

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As the battle raged on, Aziraphale, the dark assassin, unleashed a weapon rarely seen amongst the ranks of the Imperials. Concealed within their arsenal was a weapon of unique design—a slender, saber-like whip crackling with violet-colored electrical energy. The whip's long, flexible strand hummed with a deadly charge, ready to be deployed in combat.

With a flick of their wrist, Aziraphale wielded the whip with unparalleled mastery, its crackling energy snaking through the air like a menacing serpent. As they engaged their adversaries, the whip lashed out with incredible speed and precision, delivering electrifying strikes that left their opponents reeling in pain and disarray.

In a display of terrifying finesse, Aziraphale targeted those who had dared to harm their commanding officer, Alasdair. Each strike of the whip was calculated and deliberate, inflicting not only physical harm but also striking at the very core of the enemy's morale with how brutally he beat them down drawing out their death with malevolent pleasure. The crackling energy and the sinister hiss of the whip struck fear into the hearts of their foes, demoralizing them with each electrifying lash.

Aziraphale moved with a dance-like grace, the whip becoming an extension of their body. They expertly maneuvered through the chaos of battle, their every strike an expression of their dark and vengeful determination. The enemy combatants, witnessing the ruthless efficiency and the electrifying power of the whip, found their resolve crumbling before the onslaught.

In the presence of Aziraphale's terrifying weapon, the enemy's will to fight may have faltered, their morale shattered by the sheer force of the assassin's relentless assault. Those who dared to oppose them were left shaken and disoriented, their ranks in disarray as fear took hold.

Amidst the chaos, Aziraphale's eyes burned with an icy intensity, their presence exuding a sinister aura that struck terror into the hearts of their adversaries. The combination of their deadly whip and their commanding presence made them an unstoppable force on the battlefield, a dark specter that sowed despair and demoralization among their enemies.

As the battle raged on, Aziraphale's whip crackled with lethal energy, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake. Their mastery of this unique weapon served as a chilling reminder of the assassin's determination to protect their boss and exact vengeance upon those who dared to harm him.
Aziraphale, his face now smudged with blood and sweat, stood at the heart of the intense battle, an eerie calm emanating from his figure. As the Imperial forces and Chaldean liberators clashed violently, he remained composed, his eyes fixed on the unfolding chaos. The massacre and destruction around him seemed to fuel something within him, a dark satisfaction that sent a shiver down the spines of those who witnessed it.

Through the Force, Aziraphale sensed the desperation and futility of the Chaldean assault, their once-high spirits diminishing with every loss. Yet, their numbers were overwhelming, and victory seemed within their grasp. Amidst the carnage, Aziraphale's lips curled into a chilling smile, a haunting visage that betrayed his connection to the darkness.

With each death, each cry of agony that echoed through the battlefield, Aziraphale breathed in deeply, savoring the power that resonated within the Force. The atrocities unfolding before him brought him a perverse satisfaction, as if the suffering and destruction were a symphony that he alone could appreciate. His calmness remained undisturbed, even as the Chaldean swarm closed in on the remaining Imperial forces.

The sudden ambush unleashed by the elite Death Troopers, sent shockwaves through the Chaldean ranks. Explosions, blaster fire, and relentless volleys of deadly munitions decimated their lines. The chaos and confusion that followed provided a grim spectacle, as the Chaldeans struggled to respond to the vicious onslaught. Aziraphale's presence in the midst of this ruthless assault only heightened the terrifying aura that surrounded him.

Though the Death Troopers fought valiantly, their determination to hold their ground to the bitter end ultimately resulted in their own demise. Aziraphale, observing their sacrifice, remained unflinching, his icy composure unbroken.

As hours passed the battle raged on, the lines blurring between ranged combat and brutal hand-to-hand clashes. Throughout it all, Aziraphale's presence remained a constant, his aura of malevolence growing more palpable with each passing moment. Despite the heavy Imperial casualties, the Stormtroopers held the line, refusing to relinquish a single inch of ground.

Aziraphale, his eyes gleaming with a sinister gleam, watched the battlefield with an air of satisfaction.


The battle had taken its toll, yet they had achieved their primary objective—saving thousands of lives.

Aziraphale's terrifying calmness had played its part in the battle, leaving a mark on the minds of those who bore witness to his ominous presence. Now, with the wounded secure, Alasdair issued orders for a fighting retreat, knowing that the time for withdrawal had come. As they prepared to leave the cursed planet, the echo of Aziraphale's unsettling aura lingered.
As the battle reached its peak, Aziraphale, revealed another devastating weapon from their arsenal. With a swift motion, they produced a second lightsaber-styled whip, its sleek strand shimmering with a menacing black and blue hue. This weapon possessed even more dangerous properties than the previous electrical whip, resembling a traditional lightsaber in its ability to cut through flesh and sever limbs effortlessly.

As the black and blue lightsaber whip crackled to life, the air itself seemed to tremble in its presence. Aziraphale wielded this exceptionally dangerous weapon with a mastery that bordered on the supernatural. The whip's flexible strand moved with deadly precision, slashing through the battlefield with a buttery ease that sent shockwaves through their adversaries.

In a swirling dance of light and shadow, Aziraphale unleashed their newfound power. Each swing of the lightsaber whip left trails of searing energy in its wake, slicing through enemy ranks with ruthless efficiency. The lethal properties of the weapon were fully realized as it effortlessly severed flesh and limbs, leaving a path of devastation in its wake.

The black and blue lightsaber whip became a symbol of terror, instilling a paralyzing fear in all who witnessed its destructive potential. The distinctive hum and crackle of the weapon struck a chord of dread, driving even the most stalwart of opponents to question their resolve.

With each flick of their wrist, Aziraphale commanded the weapon with masterful precision. Their movements became a deadly ballet, the lightsaber whip cutting through the chaos of battle with unrivaled finesse. As the black and blue blade sliced through enemy lines, leaving carnage in its wake, it became clear that this weapon was truly an instrument of devastation and horror.

The presence of the second lightsaber whip intensified Aziraphale's already ominous aura. The combination of their skill, the eerie black and blue glow, and the weapon's ability to sever flesh and limbs without effort made them an unstoppable force on the battlefield. The air itself seemed to recoil in fear as Aziraphale wielded this exceptionally dangerous weapon, marking them as a harbinger of doom, one that would hold the line for their side.

 

[Amani Serys]

Alicio Organa - Jogerda of Chaldea
Objective I​

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The Chaldeans had come prepared. Alicio’s efforts were already being pushed against, and Amani’s attack was countered by a paladin. She braced herself at the last moment, sliding across the floor as she was repulsed from her target. Her offer was met only by silence, and continued attacks. Fine. Can’t say she didn’t try. And can’t say she wouldn’t keep to her word either.

One chance. Any semblance of qualm that might have lingered had now truly been dashed. As much as Amani sought to reach the Mystic, who had now taken a shot at her husband, the Paladin continued to block her path, “Move.” She lurched to the side, then sprung towards him with a thrust aimed at his flank. But rather than press her attack, the mirialan suddenly moved back, preparing a defense against any potential riposte from Fergus. Force him to extend, and reveal his hand early.

 

[Ko Vuto]

Objective: 1
Location: Calabiyau Outskirts
Tags: Jogerda of Chaldea

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Normally Ko didn’t fancy himself a capable melee combatant. But he couldn’t help but crack a slight “smirk” from behind his mask as he successfully got his kick in. Having recalled his prior sparring with Lily Decoria . Remembering how she pretty easily bested him through incorporating unarmed combat to subvert his own defense and offense.

But thinking back to the fellow padawan reminded Kel Dor of the situation too. His armor clad opponent was really just… a kid, like him. It gave him an uneasy feeling. Or that could just be the weird nullifying energy the girl before him exuded in The Force. Not to mention the carnage around them didn’t help either in regards to promoting a decent level of mindfulness for an aspiring Jedi like himself.

However, suddenly he felt himself being tugged towards his opponent. What made it even more odd was that he didn’t sense it to be caused by use of The Force but instead some other invisible energy. Making him unable to attempt to directly counter its effect on him. Ko tried to resist it the best he could, dragging his feet across the ground as he was quickly pulled towards her. Clenching the hilt of his lightsaber tightly he tossed his saber at the knightly girl with a quick throw. Rapidly spinning through the air the short distance towards her.

 

[Jogerda of Chaldea]

Objective II: Loot the Vault
POV: Ganner Threepwood, pirate, doctor, and former Chaldean Mystic
Accompanied by: Captain Rhett Valentino and the pirate crew of the Morning Star
Location: Chaldean Academy, Nezamiyeh
Tags: Micheal Nox

They all felt it, though few fully understood what was happening. All at once the gunfire ceased as the Nagai used his toy to dominate their minds.

Ganner watched in shock as the Nagai's arm ate the bullet he fired at the device. He too could sense the thing clawing at his mind, but he put his Mystic training to use and fought back. His efforts might as well have been in vain. The others around him had no defense.

He was alone.

"Seems like a pretty one-sided conversation," he said as his hand went to his belt. A thermal detonator found its way into his palm. He pressed his thumb over the activation switch, arming the device. "You let my shipmates go, you sick fuck, or I'll blow us all to the Nether."

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Ancient Calabiyau Fortress - Calabiyau - Chaldea
Objective: I - Evacuation & Defense
Tags: Jegy Sesara Lira Virel Alasdair Voland Aziraphale

She had saved herself by mere minutes.

An artillery strike rained down on the office building Ivixa had been sniping from as she set herself up on a vantage point just outside the keep. It gave the tiny sniper some amount of satisfaction at having slipped from the grasp of death or grievous injury, but still, there was more work to perform before the day was through. Before long, the Chaldeans began their assault on the inner walls and Ivixa immediately set herself to the task of repelling it. Prioritizing her targets, the tiny sniper first picked off a Chaldean heavy gunner via a supersonic round punched through his skull to splatter his brains across the ground. From there, an officer, another second gunner, and a marksman met identical fates in a trio of surgical headshots fired one after the other in consecutive fashion, their locations having been marked by Ivixa’s drone moments before.

“HVTs in sector 24-F removed. On standby for additional tasking. Rominaria Seven out.” Ivixa said over comms. From there, the tiny sniper swept her gaze across the battlefield, searching for targets of opportunity. It was only then that she took notice of the graceful, crimson-haired figure of Aziraphale , moving across the battlefield with whips in hand as they cut down scores of fanatical zealots. They moved as if in a dance, striking down zealots with gruesome, yet alluring efficiency in a sight that briefly entranced the tiny sniper. It was only when she spotted a heavy gunner raising a blaster in an attempt to shoot the assassin from range did Ivixa pull herself out of her trance, before she swiftly snapped her crosshairs over the gunners’ chest and squeezing the trigger, blowing open the zealot’s abdominal cavity in a spray of viscera and red mist.

Seeing the dead, mangled form of the zealot through her scope, Ivixa allowed a playful, satisfied smile to cross her features. She had always been of the opinion that one should appreciate beauty.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before the order was given to retreat back to the keep. A moment later, Ivixa moved to follow it, but not before giving a pair of parting shots towards the charging zealots, cutting down one zealot with a surgical shot to the neck—blowing her target’s head clean from their shoulders—and another with a surgical headshot—obliterating it in the process.

“Orders acknowledged. I’m falling back to the keep. Seven out.”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ivixa’s Phase II “Glitter Ghost” Sniper Armor
  
  • Undersuit
    
    • UL-14 “Virtus” Class Underlay
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - R/L
  • B-11 “Greitis” Class Combat Boots
    
    • FAE/MDW-01 Active Defense System (2) - R/L
      
      • Pink Vapor Nano Missiles
      • Pink Vapor Nano Missiles
  • Droid
    
    • ASBF-X86p “Njósnari” Probe Droid
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Breshig War Forge Consolidated SR-2M Verpine Shatter Rifle
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-100x FAE/S-08 Electro-Scope
    • Reflec Coating
  • Ammunition
    
    • 20-Round Detachable AP Magazine (4)
• HH-38 “Geysa” Hybrid Pistol
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • 16 Bullet Standard Magazine (4)
    • Ethaerium Power Cell (4)

 

[Arcadian]

Location: Chaldea | Objective: Loot (and Possibly Shoot)

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He could feel it wriggling in his mind, snaking about the edges of his autonomous thoughts like a serpent encircling its prey. He maintained agency, though. A small blessing he attributed to his stealthy approach. He wasn't the primary target of the dark man's mind control techniques. Cade shuddered to imagine the silent pain of losing your wits, having them revoked by an outsider.

Arcadian knew he was not impervious to the Force, nor was he inherently useful to the dark man and his mission here. But there seemed to be little else to do but follow them deeper into the Academy, only to reveal himself later and risk a death well-deserved by a man with bad timing. The Ubese swallowed hard, forcing the apprehension down his scarred throat before vaulting over the railing and landing on the marble floor behind Micheal Nox and his retinue of killers.

He raised his hands in surrender before they had a chance to turn on him.

"I'm not fond of the Force," Cade said with a graveled voice, "but I can admit admiration for your employment of it."

The bounty hunter stayed as still as he could, arms still raised, as he stared the dark man down from behind his tinted visor.

"I also admire the demise of pirates. Would you like a hand?" he offered.

Tags: Taeli Raaf | Micheal Nox | Jogerda of Chaldea | OPEN​

 

[Jogerda of Chaldea]

Objective I: Kill Them All
POV: Fergus Murdoch, Chaldean Paladin
Accompanied by: Tony, Nagai and Chaldean Mystic + maybe a hundred rabble-level Chaldean forces?
Location: Cathedral courtyard, Calabiyau
Tags: Alicio Organa Amani Serys

Alicio’s lightsaber glanced off of Tony’s left side as the Mystic attempted to dodge the thrusting blade, the energy shield he wore flaring red as it absorbed the blow. He spun around and, using the arrow in his hand like a dagger, made to plunge it into the Count’s back.

“Move.”

The uppity Jedi wench was giving orders to the enemy, eh? Well, Fergus could do that too. “Die,” he commanded, watching as she moved to the side. Rather telegraphed, that move. As soon as she lunged, he swung his flamesword at her in a wide arc, like a batter hitting a ball. Except the ball was her smug face.

He was relying on his blow cleaving her head in two before her lightsaber had a chance to hit him. Even if it did, he knew his energy shield would absorb the impact... for a time. It could only take so many hits, and the fact of the matter was his flamesword was ill-suited for dueling against a lightsaber.

 

[Jogerda of Chaldea]

Objective I: Kill Them All
Location: Outskirts of Calabiyau
Tags: Ko Vuto

The Jedi threw his weapon at her out of desperation, but he couldn't control its path without the Force. Jogerda batted it away with her sword, not only protecting herself but disarming him as well. She continued to reel him in and swung her sword at him as he drew near enough to hit, her expression grimly focused, determined to finish him off.

 

[Gweneth Zarari]

Location: Calabiyau
Objective: Objective 1
Tag: Arlo Renard Alicio Organa Amani Serys

There was so little that could be done now. I reached down to my pack that contained my booma ammunition "crap" I was out and while I had managed to take down a few of the onrushing soldiers, but there was just too much. I felt a sickness in my stomach as something was happening, it felt like death all around me and I just wanted to tear the feeling out of myself.

I backed away from my position, I wish I could have held longer, done more saved more. But I knew time was up. A young man saw me and ran across the street, hoping for rescue, I tried to stop him, I raised my hands and I called out, but the potentiate were too quick and they opened fire. The man's blood flicked across and landed on my face. I closed my eyes for a second to try and focus in the noise around me and plan my escape.

A pair of shuttles went over my head, they had picked up refugees and were now trying to evade ground fire to escape.

Then something else swooped over my head, a Chaldean dragon? Why? Who? The creatures were smart, there was no reason for them to enter such a dangerous environment. Then it dawned on me, had the Chaldean Potentium managed to turn the very nature of my world against the immigrants. It gave me pain to think that the dragons might side with such and evil cause, I had to see.

I skinshifted again into a small flying rodent, something small and fast enough to avoid detection. I launched myself into the air and landed on a damaged roof to watch. I saw it stop and say something to Arlo Renard . I wished I could hear better over the din of the ongoing battle but unfortunately, I couldn't.

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[Ko Vuto]

Objective: 1
Location: Calabiyau Outskirts
Tags: Jogerda of Chaldea

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Ko should’ve known that such a thing would happen given how weak he felt his connection was to The Force right now. He’d never felt anything like this before, and it frightened him. Which compounded on his dampened connection even more. He couldn’t even summon his lightsaber back to his clawed hand. Ko found himself mere moments away from getting hurt or killed.

Seeing her ready to strike him as he was closed Ko decided to commit to closing the distance as much as he could to keep her from gaining momentum. Bringing his hand up to grab the blade itself before it could reach the apex of its strike. Thinking it would be better to get his hand cut than his neck, torso, or anything else. It hurt, obviously, but he clenched his fist around the blade to keep it from slipping in his grip and cutting his hand even more. But his thick leathery skin can only do so much.

A sharp inhale could be heard through Kel Dor’s mask from the stinging in his hand. Quickly he would try to grab her other arm with his free hand to make sure she couldn’t draw another weapon and keep her limbs occupied. She robbed him off his greatest asset, and the most powerful weapon in his Arsenal, The Force. So he continued to take a page out of his Echani friend’s book and not rely so much on it. That didn’t mean it came easy to the padawan.

But unlike his martial arts inspiration, Ko would attempt something unique to him and not something Lily could’ve likely done. Leaning his head back before Ko would bring it down on the armored teen’s face. Bashing his metal mask against her with a forceful and violent headbutt.