Invasion Battle of O'reen (Invasion Rep vs. Fringe)

[Basaba Willamina]

@[member="Eldoc Quasat"]

The bellow was something she hadn't expected and while charging at Eldoc the projectile that appeared from his mouth. The rebreather firing at her as it struck into her shoulder to illicit a snap, crack and pop from the shoulder. Even with the beskar plating it was something surprising as even the helmet didn't keep her ears from popping with the sound. The kinetic energy still stopping her in place but she had a sword, her knife and smacking her shoulder dropped the shoulder back with the cannons. The loss of weight giving her some bolster while she charged to tackle the man.

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

Leori was nearly finished, but her concentration was interrupted by Rasu's hand taking hers and lifting her. Apparently, the healing would have to wait for another time, since they were clearly about to have company. And of course, because she was unarmed, they were coming for her. Lucky for her, she was never truly unarmed. Now that she was on her feet, and had two hands, she sent a great Force Push at those who were not yet near, to delay them. They had quite a few coming, and the odds were not in their favor. Leori was not a warrior after all. She did however use the Force to protect Rasu. A bubble of sorts, so that nothing would penetrate her skin.

Everything was happening so quickly around her that she didn't react offensively. What course should she take? Well, every bone in her body told her that they should run. But she was looking around for some indication of where she was, and how they could gain an advantage. They needed the high ground. And back up. And that wasn't going to happen at the moment.

It was a great relief to her to hear the Rasu's voice in her mind when the visual conditions changed so drastically. And so, she ran and followed the presence of her commrade toward Saki.

@[member="Rasu Gan"] @Saki

 

[Jsc]

Bridge One
vs: @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] (p4)

Karen dusted herself off. Looking non-to pleased with being dirty, and sweaty, and mostly just dirty.

"Oh no. Let's skip the chit-chat this time. Oh, yes please. It's so cliche. Truly, I'm a horrible mess and would rather we finished this up with some enthusiasm."

She fluffed her hair and retrieved one of her two saber-staffs from behind her hips. Igniting the twin blue blades, she spun the staff and took a Form V opening stance.

"Come come then. Let's not keep the Gods waiting for us."

The woman closed her eyes and 'embraced the mountains'. When her eyes reopened with a rush, her soul had changed, and all her humorous remarks had vanished. She was now 'awake'. Awash in her religion.

The woman moved like a flash. Crossing the distance with a burst of Force Speed, she opened with a flurry of blows. If she were a dancer it might have been named 'The waltz of a thousand cuts'. Her face was a statue and her eyes rimmed with white flame. It was time to see what this 'Na'varro', was made of...

 

[Ashin Varanin]

BRIDGE EPSILON
@[member="Diana Moridena"] would have been surprised to meet one or two staunch Lightsiders of Ashin's acquaintance who carried captured Sith blades, the less malevolent kind. Winterlight itself wasn't especially evil per se -- she'd made it with the long term in mind, focusing on metallurgy, strengthening atomic bonds and evening out metallic structures. She'd used the Dark Side for it, certainly, but the blade didn't exactly ooze chaos or depravity. It was a tool, no more.

Diana would also, perhaps, have been surprised to know that Ashin had never personally committed or ordered murder. Led forces capable of those things, absolutely, but always tried to direct them towards military targets -- and ideally those targets that could oppose and overcome her most malevolent people.

Those who saw flaws in Ashin's strategies usually made the very large, utterly reasonable, and generally wrong assumption that Ashin wanted to win. Imagine, for example, a Shinju Ayasha, someone Ashin felt like killing on sight -- but someone who could be turned against even worse enemies. Such was the founding logic of the Fringe. At a deeper level lay the hope that, one way or another, a monster would be eliminated -- and that some of the lesser monsters might learn to value what Ashin had always valued.

What did that have to do with the energies that Ashin employed? Not a great deal -- the Dark Side, after all, was addictive, and she'd struggled with it after the poison was finally cured. She still struggled with it. Such was the price of spending a decade using the only power available to her in order to achieve some good as a Jedi sleeper agent.

Such was the price of relying on justifications to get through the day.

It wasn't the first time she'd been hit with Force Light; Darron Wraith had done it at Roche. Radiance slammed through her eyelids, eating away at the physical corruption that had manifested itself in her eyes. Was she on the verge of a full return to the Light? Absolutely. Had she been full of indignant rage two minutes ago? Certainly, but that was more the situation than her preferred state of mind. Had a decade of Dark Side use, with whatever motives, left its mark on her body and stored up dangerous energies? No question about it.

And so it hurt, rather badly. She didn't move, but the Force continued to flow through her, soothing away her aches and pains though not healing her wounds. When she opened her eyes, that faint blue glow was gone.

"At the risk of sounding like I'm saying I told you so, now that your purity test is complete, please leave. You are not welcome here."

She did not get up.

 

[Darth Vazela]

| @[member="Ashin Varanin"] | @[member="Diana Moridena"] | @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] | @[member="Daella Apparine"] |

The Dark Master was still stood in the background, watching one duel come to an end as another continued to wage. The power he had stored into his telepathic abilities, in which he planned to utilize on the two Jedi Masters before him dissipated in the bath of Diana's Force Light. He, instead of utilizing that stored dark side energy to Suppress Thought the Jedi, converted it into a Force Shield. The attack, more of a test in this case, had not been meant for him. He had only felt it's effects due to his near vicinity. Alas, it passed in time and he lowered his arms, from which had protected the set of yellow eyes that he possessed from burning out. They fell to the side, as he continued to watch, forever the observer.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Bridge Zeta
@[member="Daella Apparine"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"]
Diana stared at the woman, the faint glow on her skin still there though not as powerful. There was no hint to her reaction to the woman passing that test. There was no way to fool it of course, no way to make it so a darksider could survive the light. One had to be of the lightside of the force, and she had felt the corruption of the darkside burn away within the woman. Of course she could still fall, she could still go back to the darkside of the force at any moment.

It was not a sealed gate like that, not something that one could stop. Force Light could only burn away what was there, it could not stop it from returning. Of course the next time Diana met this woman, and she sensed any ounce of that darkness...she would burn it away along with her.

The Jedi Master turned away from the kneeling woman, and then stepped over to the other side of the bridge, towards her companion. She found @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] hurtling a spear of midnight black towards Daella, a weapon she had seen many times.

Diana raised her palm and from it came forth a withering blast of light. The Spear dissipated within the bright blue glow, shredded into a trillion pieces before it could touch Diana's bladesister.

As she thought about what she was about to do she realized that this would likely be the first time she and Daella had disagreed about anything. She knew that the woman would be unhappy. She knew that there was a possibility she would scorn Diana and perhaps even hate her. But the Mistress of Blades was a woman of belief, and Ashin Varanin had shown her that she at least...was of the light.

There was other opponents here of course, True Sith. In her current state she could sense them. Heck in her current state she could sense the evil inside @[member="Spencer Jacobs"], the woman who had just used a true manifestation of Darkside Energy. But Diana was shaken to her core.

“Daella.” She said softly as she approached the woman, not giving Spencer a second thought. “Daella, we have to go.”

Diana seemed not to care for the warzone around her. “Something is wrong here. That woman over there. She is not evil. She isn't Sith. I can't fight her.”

Oh she had fought people who weren't Sith of course, but the difference was those people had been trying to kill her. Ashin had done just the opposite. She had reacted just as Diana had reacted when @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] had threatened to cut her down. Diana had seen that mirror, and she had realized it. Of course she still half expected @[member="Daella Apparine"] to just offer to switch opponents, she wouldn't put it past her bladesister.

 

[Serah Oricion]

Yusan pressed his back against the debris and listened intently against the background noise of several other battles going on both nearby and far off. Hes breathing grew short as he waited for the time to strike, judging through intuition on how close he was. He had heard his droids go down and was very much ready to make sure that he did short work of this man, his hand closing on one of his two blaster pistols. Tearing it from the holster he bolted from over and fired off a volley as he ran, then placing it in his holster and pulling his saber to his hand with the force, his feet never missing a place as he continued to run. Once the blade was in his hand is when he stopped and faced him with the blade lit and his feet in a defensive stance. "Hello there..." @[member="Break"]

 

[Bloodknight]

@[member="Rasu Gan"]
@[member="Saki"]

Andreas watched with intrigue as the knight before him resisted his pull and still had time and concentration left to deflect and dodge a few of his disruptor shots, even going so far as to block the last of them with the same material used to take mere blaster bolts. But he guessed he could have attributed some of this feat to the demickey way he went about firing the rifle. Last time he experiments with anything on the battlefield. Well, now it could be assumed that the miraculous maiden had finally reached her destination because she was now standing still with a cocky smile on her face and a weapon drawn. It would be impossible to be seen through the skull-shaped mask, but Andreas was smiling also. Any normal combatant would be dead by now, but this girl--no, this woman--showed promise.

Walking in his slow, relaxed, serial killer-like gait, Andreas started closing the distance in his leisure, not wanting to rush into any annoying traps that may or may not be set in place, but also wanting to savor the experience. This was not the usual mercenary job where he was contracted to kill his target ASAP, this was a special kind of war. The kind where most people are engaged in back and forth combat with one another and the traditional procedure of a soldier (engage, quickly kill, move to next target, repeat steps) wouldn't really get one anywhere and people were free to take as much time as they please. The membrane over his eyes protected them from the random blinding light and allowed him to ignore it whilst he raised his disruptor rifle, taking care not to fire from the hip or incorrectly this time as he aimed and pulled the trigger. The disruptor ray, now a constant and even more powerful beam of pure destruction was shot from the barrel aimed at Saki's center of abdomen where it would be trickier to block with her lightsaber and maintain a strong grip.

While doing this, he sensed the approaching presence of an unfriendly coming his way. Andreas kept it in mind, but focused mainly on Saki.

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]

He was a good shot. A shabla good shot. If Ordo didn't know better he think his little Vod Kila was at the other end of the rifle. However, this time the shots that should have killed or crippled him were at a shallow angle. The armor piercing rounds didn't have enough to bite. If the shooter were a few meters higher Ordo would be crawling hands only or worse.

The three shots ricocheted off his armor and Ordo dug his feet in to bolt to a downed transport. It was time to go and he needed to get passed a smart sniper.

He crouched behind cover ready to run and and looked for some kind of weapon with the range to make the sniper think again, and he thought he found it. One of those Nexu Masers that the empire had in it's repertoire was in the limp hands of a soldier. So with a yoink Ordo dis armed the dead man and checked the weapon. It look fine and Ordo hopes the business end had a better pop than the kiddy toys the other troopers had.

Ordo kept a close eye on his HUD for the sniper and started looking for a shot.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Arumi Zy"] @[member="Aleidis Ijet"]

The dagger flickered out of the maze of mirrors and soared out over nothingness. Je'gan added the sound of an impact and a pained grunt, but the main bulk of his illusion stayed with Arumi as he crashed through the mirrors - complete with realistic sounds and half-real impacts. When his illusory focus tracked Arumi on his leap toward Je'gan, instead of a maze of mirrors it was pure disorientation -- blinding lights patterns, sounds, all elements of confusion. Je'gan stepped forward to meet the leaping Dark Master, moving right. His horizontal right lightsabre went for the Dark Master's throat, slicing into the illusion, but met Arumi's crashing blade and was driven down. His left lightsabre aimed to take off Arumi's left leg at the knee before the leaping Master could touch down.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

(The invasion has been called off, keep killing y'all if you want, but the planet has been given to the Fringe as per the treaty)

 

[Break]

Break kept his distance from the man. A metallic voice rang out from the cerulean helmet, a red light glowing from under the facemask. "You fight with honor, albeit there is a shadow that covers your soul and face. But I can see that your eyes shine. Just like mine. Is it the thrill of battle or fear of death that drives you?" The blue clad figure unsheathed his Vibrokatana and held it in his right hand the other staying free. "Step forward now, and accept judgment for the Republic and it's sins." Break took a low defensive stance. He would not be the one to make the first move.

 

[Saren Kel-Varad]

As soon as the Jedi turned her back on him, Saren went on the attack. Firing full auto at her back, with a shotgun blast ever other burst, he made as much noise as possible to try and dissuade her from going after Ajax. Combined with continued fire from Bael and the attentions of the Hutt Sith, the woman had to be tiring out. In the back of his mind, Saren had noticed that she seemed shockingly young. Did the Republic make of habit of sending children to war? Or perhaps it was some form of training by the Jedi. It was the sort of thing which would have never been permitted in the Empire, yet somehow they were the villains?

For his part, Ajax continued to fire away with the flechette cannon, recalculating the detonation point of the rounds in time with the Jedi's advance.

The comm system buzzed in Saren's ear, but he ignored it. Distraction could mean another of his team down, and while the armor they wore could protect you from a maser bolt, it wasn't nearly as effective against a lightsaber.

@[member="Tallia Farn"]
@[member="Rasho the Hutt"]

 

[Steph Zenima]

How do you feel about meeting the greatest mythical creature the galaxy has to offer?

No, no, correction. How do you feel about being bitten by the greatest mythical creature the galaxy has to offer? Wait? You feel annoyed? What? Well, yeah she's crazy. She's the last of her kind! What kind? Eh...uh...well, technically she's not a mystical creature...she's uh...human. Wait! Where are you going! Hear me out, fella!

Oh, right...the thread.

It wasn't exactly the most successful assault in the history of battle, I mean, she may have chipped one of his scales but at the same time, a few of her teeth didn't quite survive the clash. Oh, it's fine, I wouldn't worry about it, they're all half-rotten anyway, mostly black little stubs that would one day get replaced by shiny new pearly whites ready to slip down into disrepair all over again.

She was successfully shaken off and for a moment she just lay there on her back, contemplating life as that familiar taste of blood dotted her mouth. Poor teeth. Of course, she probably couldn't get up at that moment if she tried, being that those giant wings were pushing down some serious air.

“...ma mouf hoits...”

@[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"], @[member="Doc"], @[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Aran Finn]

@[member="Karen Roberts"]

"I was hoping you'd say that." Though he was using Form V himself, as always, Na'Varro settled into a simple Shii-Cho defensive stance. His knees were supple and bent slightly, ready to spring into action, his feet were spread but not too far apart, and his crimson blade was held at his centre and ready to go. All the other starting poses were simply too flashy in Alen's opinion, the Form I starting stance was functional and extremely effective. Na'Varro had a lot of opinions when it came to optimum dueling.

That was when the Jedi moved, and gorram she was fast. Na'Varro didn't even have time to Force Push her away, as she was on him quickly and capably. And she could really move that saber staff with abandon. Quickly, the Dark Jedi realised he was severely outmatched, speed-wise at least. He would have to make this battle about strength. Moving backwards now to increase her momentum, he gave ground as his blade worked furiously to turn her attacks aside, realising that he wouldn't last much longer like this. She had two blades, he had one, and she was faster than him. Great. Alen almost yelled in anger as one of her attacks got through, searing flesh from his left side, up around his chest. However, he was supremely focused. He ducked under her next attack, and then that was when he made a move.

Thanks to the double-sided blade of the saberstaff, Roberts' range of motion was limited, lest she cut herself in two. Cuts, some slashes, quick stabs, but her attacks did not have the range of motion that Alen could muster. She could attack quicker and twice as much, but there were things that Na'Varro could do that she couldn't...

Alen came up from his duck, parrying her follow up blow powerfully, looking to knock her right-hand side blade back harder and faster than he had previously. This was done to coax her left-hand side blade to follow through towards Na'Varro, who ducked under said blade, stepped to the right past and inside her defense, and unloaded a single powerful stroke, delivered with the strength of ten thousand hammers, right at the left side of her torso. He didn't have the speed, so he was hitting HARD.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

After the tiresome struggle with the Jedi, it would appear that Zius and the other man had come out victorious. Not won by blood, but determination and willpower, causing the woman to retreat. This wasn't ideal for Zius nor was it the desired effect of any circumstance he could have had with any Jedi, he preferred death as the final solution to an equation of moves and blows; however, a retreat would have to suffice for the two's efforts. The young Dark Jedi turned away from the achievement to observe the battlefield and the Republic troopers dying by the handfuls.

He cracked his same devious grin, lightsaber held at an angle once more behind his forearm as he broke into a dash, crashing into the soldiers with brutality and an even more merciless nature. One horizontal slash here causing a limb to be rendered useless on the ground, an uppercut there which flayed open the armour and torso of a hapless rifleman whom convulsed in the dirt before passing away.

Zius even went as far as Force gripping one of the fallen troop's helmets and holding it skyward with his left hand as a sign that the Republic had been beaten back. Prideful victory it was, and humility is something that wasn't to be shown to these hypocritical folk. Defeat was to be rubbed in like salt in an open wound.

@[member="Sochi Ru"] @[member="Rexus Drath"]

 

[Soeht]

Bridge Zeta

A sharp gasp escaped from Daella the moment @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] sliced the cord of her grappling spike. The Jedi immediately dropped her grappling spike launcher - since it used fibercord rather than a quick-solidifying liquid that other models use.

Once Spencer threw another invisible spear, Daella’s eyes lit up. She immediately lowered her body as if she was to attempt to dodge the spear. Yet, the spear exploded in a bright blue flash of light. Daella’s eyes widened as her eyebrows raised - still in a position ready to lunge toward Spencer.

The moment @[member="Diana Moridena"] called out to Daella, the woman froze. She stood up in a single jolt and turned her head to the fellow Jedi to hear the rest of Diana’s words.

“What?” questioned Daella.

For a second, Daella continued to keep her eyes on Diana. A loud explosion in the air caused the bridge to rumble softly. Daella’s head snapped to @[member="Ashin Varanin"], then quickly panned to Spencer, and then @[member="Vilox Pazela"]. A frown formed on her face.

After one last look at Spencer, Daella turned to Diana and began to run toward her.

Yelling out to her fellow Jedi, Daella told her, “Lead the way.”

 

[Jsc]

Bridge One
vs: @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] (p5)

Perfect execution with a complete understanding of his opponent. Karen received the cut as she bowed her abdomen to avoid fatal damage. The mitigation from Agrinium was minimum and Na'varro pulled a clean follow through. 4 inch cut with an uncertain depth. The EVA closed the wound with a sizzling black ooze and sealed the vacuum. She would not bleed out.

The Jedi didn't wince, pause, or slow; though her body was aching. She swung high twice, feinted low, released her left hand mid-twist, and then Force Repulsed. If Alen staggered she would not capitalize. She had something else in mind entirely...

 

[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

The battle raged around the two lightsiders as they communed with the force. The student Talon and teacher Sargon had put aside the differences between them and focused on something greater, The will of the Force. It was unusual to see but on a gtand scale with national boundries aside they both wanted to walk in the light.

Talon opened his eyes as the Republic began to withdraw and was confident that he was stronger for the instruction from the Zabrak Master.

He stood and held the lightsaber in his hand. Talon looked at the Master and bowed in respect.

"Until we meet again brother." He said feeling they would certainly meet again some day. "Thank you and may the Force be wth you."

 

[Aran Finn]

@[member="Karen Roberts"]

Finally, Na'Varro felt like he was getting the measure of his opponent, and perhaps the upper hand. His powerful stroke hit home and he could hear the sizzle of burning flesh, but his opponent did not slow. She was tough and experienced; he'd have to do a lot better to defeat her, or even slow her. Under fire yet walking forward doggedly ... Alen could respect that in an opponent. Still in his modified variation of Form V, making use of power over speed, he fought on, and so did she. And she was still quicker. Regardless, the Dark Jedi thought he had her measure. The two strokes up high were blocked confidently, and he answered her feint with only the slightest of hesitant probes. Stepping forward and inside her guard again imperiously, he was about to turn the momentum of the duel back his way when-

CRACK

A wall of Force energy exploded from the Jedi's person. Na'Varro was caught almost completely unprepared by the powerful display of telekinesis, and as such barely had time to erect a weak, hasty Shield before he was thrown violently backwards. His barely prepared Shield crumbled under the weight of the Master's power, and as he flew backwards he felt a couple of ribs crack from the impact. Feth. Twisting around, Na'Varro looked for a way to land on his feet, and eventually landed awkwardly about fifteen metres away from his position. He'd had the wind knocked out of him and a couple of ribs broken, and so he rested in a kneeling position, spitting some blood from his mouth. That, that was not fun. Desperately trying to regain his breath, Alen looked a severely weakened man ... though deception was an increasingly important part of being a Dark Jedi.

Alen knew that he could fight on, and that he could win. The Force gathered around him now, so much so that he felt like the epicentre of something much larger than himself. His presence was Masked to the Jedi Master, however.