Faction Blackout | GH-531 (Jedi Outcasts and Allies)

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

G H – 5 3 1 -U P P E R -L E V E L
T A S K -F O R C E -I I

Sakadi cocked her head slightly when the two-tone beep of her comlink went off. It was Seydan Toth, his voice crackling and reduced nearly to a static, offering her a route to the nearest server room. It was located on the seventh floor, two levels below her.

I’m on the ninth?! her face twisted. I thought this was the sixth.

She pressed the responder on her comlink. It would send back a short jingle, indicating that the message had been received.

Then came another ripple of thought through the Force, this time not hers, sharing a warning with instinct more than words. Sakadi returned a pulse of warm gratitude through the fragile telepathic connection that lingered between them before letting the bond fade once more.

To reach the elevator, she would need to pass the second junction ahead.

Unfortunately, the defenders Nitya had sensed were converging on it as well.

Combat, then, seemed inevitable.

Sakadi steadied herself as she moved forward, one hand hovering near the ignition switch of her lightsaber. She surrendered herself fully to the Force, drawing it around her until her presence became like starlight against the vastness of the night sky. There was no urgency in her stride. No visible stress. Only calm, unwavering purpose as the intersection drew nearer.

Her measured pace yielded the crossing to the defenders first.

The moment one soldier glanced toward her, Sakadi lifted her free hand in a subtle gesture. The Force bent obediently to her will, washing over the small squad in a haze of altered perception. For one fleeting instant, reality shifted.

Sakadi Sinvala became one of their own.

“Hey! Why’re you alone?” one called out uncertainly.

“What’s your tag number?” another demanded.

But by then, she was already among them.

Her lightsaber erupted to life in a brilliant blaze of blue just as blaster fire exploded through the corridor. The ones caught by surprise crumpled immediately under the rain of kicks, punches, and rapid bladework. Others fell by stray shot or the blade that struck like lightning.

Within the same breath as it had started, the junction skirmish ended. Silence rushed back into the corridor in ragged breaths and pained groans.

Sakadi stood motionless amidst the fallen group, utterly unharmed. Her calm gaze drifted across the bodies, assessing which rifles remained functional and which men might still pose a threat once consciousness returned. She had not killed them. That choice, she believed firmly, was not hers to make. The injuries she left behind, however, might endure long after tonight.

A light jog carried her onward toward the elevator shafts Seydan Toth had mentioned.

Turbolift. Chic.

With a fluid draw, she pressed the blade in and began cutting her path through. Molten sparks cascaded across the floor while the humming plasma carved a glowing circle through the durasteel.

Then, the alarm stopped blaring.

Wary, she withdrew her saber.

Her ears twitched toward the distant sound of approaching footsteps. More resistance.

Knowing she would not cut through the door in time, she exhaled slowly and sank deeper into the Force, shifting into a poised high guard stance. A moment later, five armored soldiers rounded the corner with rifles already raised.

The first bolts came fast and Sakadi’s blade snapped into motion, batting the shots aside effortlessly in streaks of blue light

Then something clicked. A floor panel slid open, and her heart sank.

The warning burst outward through the Force before conscious thought could even catch it. Nitya. Jasper. Omega Squadron. Anyone she could sense within the facility. ~ They’re reactivating their defense measures. ~ A fragmented image accompanied the message, her own vision flashing briefly through the bond.

From the newly opened floor compartment, an automated laser cannon rose with mechanical precision. Its rotating barrel locked immediately onto her small figure.

Behind it, more soldiers poured around the corner.

Sakadi’s grip tightened around her lightsaber. ~ Be prepared for anything. ~

Tags: Jasper Kai'el Novac Lyrikal Connel Vanagor Nitya Xeraic Althea Voidwalker​

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

novac and kairo where standing in a hallway, novac lightsabers slowly cutting through the floor. he was completely lost, absolutely no idea where the elevator was. the floor was thicker then he thought it'd be. 5 soldiers where layed out in the hallway a few feet from them with blaster shots covering them from the hk unit's rotary blaster.

the two of them where standing there casually as they waited for novac to cut through the floor. suddenly he heard a voice in his head. "kairo, get ready. their reactivating their defense. who knows what we might run into." the droid just gave a simple nod in response while tightening his grip on the blaster.

novac was almost through the floor when footsteps where heard coming from the bend. kairo moved himself infront of novac and the soon to be attackers. a small group of imperials rounded the corner and as soon as they did kario unleaded a flurry of blaster fire. the poor soldiers didnt even have time to react.

a suddenly clang rang out as novac finally finished cutting through the floor. "ok down we go. lets see what floor 2 brings us. hopefully some good stuff we can take as well." he said dropping himself into the hole. kairo following suit with a loud bang as he landed on the floor. well if they didnt already hear the floor falling they definitely heard that, oh well not like it mattered novac thought.

 

[Nitya Xeraic]

The prison groaned around them like something ancient that had been forced awake before it was ready. Emergency lighting pulsed unevenly through the corridors while the distant thunder of explosions rolled through the structure hard enough to shake dust from the ceiling overhead, and somewhere far above, another section of the compound lost power entirely, plunging entire hallways into darkness before weakened backup systems sputtered reluctantly back to life. The Imperials were trying to stabilize the situation, but every attempt felt fragmented, reactive, as though the facility itself could no longer decide which disaster demanded its attention first.

Nitya moved steadily through the chaos without rushing, her awareness extending outward through the prison in careful layers while fear rippled everywhere around her, not only from prisoners trapped deep below the structure, but from the defenders themselves. Confusion spread through fractured command chains already strained by sabotage, ion interference, and simultaneous assaults striking from too many directions at once, and with every passing minute, it became harder for anyone inside the facility to tell where the true threat actually was.

That uncertainty was already becoming a weapon in its own right.

Another tremor rolled through the corridor beneath her boots just as Sakadi's warning burst outward through the Force.

~ They're reactivating their defense measures. ~

The fragmented impression that followed carried enough clarity for Nitya to feel the sudden shift spreading through the upper levels as dormant systems slowly crawled back toward life beneath layers of failing infrastructure and storm interference. Her expression tightened slightly, not with fear, but with quiet calculation as she adjusted to the changing pressure moving through the prison around them.

Nearby members of the task force reacted instinctively as the corridor lighting flickered more intensely and distant defense grids began reconnecting deeper within the structure. Tension threatened to spike through allied forces almost immediately, uncertainty feeding adrenaline before panic could fully take hold.

Nitya pushed gently against it before it could spread further.

Warmth flowed outward through the Force once more, threading through nearby allies like a steadying breath pulled deep into exhausted lungs while frantic thoughts slowly regained clarity beneath the pressure of battle. Movements steadied. Fear dulled at the edges enough for discipline to return where instinct had begun to fracture.

She was not there to command the assault.

She was there to keep it from collapsing beneath its own chaos.

Her hand lifted briefly toward the nearest wall as another violent vibration shook the corridor, and through the metal beneath her fingertips, she could feel the prison itself awakening in fragments, systems reconnecting floor by floor beneath damaged circuitry, failing relays, and overloaded power grids. The defenses were not yet fully operational, but they no longer needed to function perfectly to be dangerous.

Her awareness brushed briefly against Connel's position farther ahead, the sharp pressure of active combat surrounding him like sparks thrown from grinding metal, before shifting back to Sakadi, pinned between converging defenders and reactivating automated systems. Then another unfamiliar ripple entirely crossed her awareness.

Reckless motion cut downward through the structure while an HK unit flooded nearby corridors with rotary fire and enough noise to drag half the prison's attention toward them. It was dangerous, chaotic, and loud enough to fracture what little coordination the defenders still possessed.

Intentional chaos.

Nitya exhaled softly as the realization settled.

It would work, at least for now.

Without breaking stride, she reached outward once more through the Force, not overwhelming anyone's thoughts, only guiding where she could through the fractured network of familiar presences spread across the prison.

~ Automated systems are reactivating unevenly, ~ her thoughts carried outward with calm clarity. ~ Expect partial defenses, blind sections, and unstable targeting priorities. The prison is struggling to decide what threat to answer first. Keep it that way. ~

Another explosion thundered somewhere below them, powerful enough that the corridor lights dimmed again for half a second before stabilizing weakly.

Blasterfire erupted nearby as another squad of defenders rounded a far junction ahead, and several strike team operatives immediately moved toward cover while returning fire lit the corridor in violent flashes of red and white. Nitya did not surge ahead with them or attempt to lead the charge herself. Instead, she remained where the line threatened to destabilize most severely, her presence moving quietly through the Force while fear, confusion, and adrenaline battered against everyone trapped inside the collapsing prison.

One operative missed a reload because his hands had begun shaking too badly to guide the power cell cleanly into place. The second attempt went smoothly after her calm steadied him enough to think past the panic rising in his chest. Another soldier froze momentarily when turret fire erupted from a hidden ceiling housing farther down the corridor, but the wave of fear threatening to lock his body in place eased before it could fully take hold.

And through it all, while the battle spiraled outward around them in violence, alarms, and collapsing systems, Nitya continued walking steadily through the center of the chaos, not as the spear driving into the enemy, but as the unseen hand keeping the spear from splintering apart under pressure.
Novac Lyrikal Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Althea Voidwalker Connel Vanagor

 

[Deius Koman'na]

Deius, Freed Fighting Prisoner
Location: GH-531
Action: Really Survive the Prison Break
Tags: Braze | Dillon Kai'el | Sergeant Omen

Deius was not one to fancy himself a strategist, nor particularly fond of the prisoners he had met so far, but he felt a chill run down his spine. The older man spoke the truth of how wars were fought and ultimately won, but that same thing that had gnawed at him earlier began to gnaw at him again.

He almost voiced a complaint but stopped as another man approached and seemed familiar with the two that had begun the whole prison break. But what had made Deius nearly forget about the other older guy was when he spoke Mando’a. Deius’ face turned into a frown and offered no comment. He wanted to avoid becoming a mark, so for the moment he’d keep his heritage close to the chest.

And what's with the wink? Deius was quite confused with all the camaraderie, as he would look a gift basilisk war droid in the mouth. Either way he shouldered his rifle and moved along with them, the first checkpoint was not too far ahead.

The older man certainly knew how to march straight into hellfire, but perhaps more shockingly to Deius was the clear demonstration of his mastery of the Force. Deius for his part gently raised his own rifle to catch a bead on the guards further down the hallway. The only reason why he didn’t fire was a strange glow emitting from Braze, the young man had definitely shown himself to be a Force user, but the glow that was pointed forward by his finger and simply blasted the checkpoint ahead.

“Fierfek.” He truly felt insufficient.

Deius glanced at his own rifle and truly began to wonder what in the Nine Corellian hells were these two Force Users doing here. He turned his attention to the man that spoke Mandalorian and wondered if he too would perform something similar. Deius silently thanked the Taung he accepted their help and figured he did owe them a verbal thanks after all.

He almost wondered if he was that lucky, but the thought quickly vanished when he remembered he was in prison. Well, a prison break, but Deius wouldn’t call himself lucky yet. He sighed and lifted his rifle back up and moved behind the Older man and Braze. A guard up ahead, no doubt confused on what happened walked into his crosshairs and two shots fired dropped the unlucky guard.
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[Connel Vanagor]

RAID!
GH-531
Who knows, or cares

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Raguel, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel/Ariel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
• 
  Rides
  
  • "Enterprise" Station Ship
  • Vigilant Reaper
  • Null Vector
  • Speederbike
  • Iron Psalm
  Gear/Armor
  
  
  • Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI included)
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • 5 Throwing Lightknives
  • 3 Force Blinding Flashbangs
  • RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

TASK FORCE 2 -
The prison was learning.

That was the problem.

At first it had been chaos. Fragmented responses, panicked defenders, blind corridors and failing systems. Omega Squad had moved through it like a knife through wet cloth, too fast, too coordinated, too precise for the garrison to properly answer. Armories had burned. Elevator shafts had collapsed behind them. Hallways had become kill corridors and dead ends littered with smoking debris and the bodies of men who never even understood where the attack had truly come from.

But now?

Now the prison was adapting. Emergency systems flickered back online floor by floor. Turrets rotated awake with mechanical shrieks. Blast doors slammed shut somewhere deeper in the structure while defenders finally began consolidating into hardened fallback positions instead of scattering blindly into the dark.

The enemy had stopped reacting. They had started fighting back. The corridor ahead exploded into crimson blasterfire.

“CONTACT FRONT!”

The shout came almost simultaneously with the first volley. Heavy repeater fire erupted from the server room intersection ahead, bolts screaming through the corridor hard enough to vaporize chunks of durasteel from the walls. The Imperials had dug in, they had portable barricades, overlapping firing lanes, E-Web emplacements, and these were pros as they had disciplined fields of fire.

Not militia anymore.

A killbox.

Omega Squad scattered instantly. Raphael hit the floor behind an overturned maintenance cradle, rotary repeater hammering back downrange while Jeremiel dragged a wounded operative behind cover with one hand and returned fire with the other.

Michael slid hard into the wall beside Connel as sparks showered overhead.

They locked the approach!

No kidding! Raphael barked back.

The hallway thundered violently as another hidden turret unfolded from the ceiling farther behind them, forcing the rear security element to pivot and engage. Suddenly the corridor became a tunnel of crossing fire and screaming metal. The prison was waking up.

… and then Sariel got hit.

The burst came through the smoke low and fast. Three impacts, one against the shoulder, one center mass, one beneath the arm where the plating thinned during movement. The sniper jerked violently backward as though yanked by invisible wire before crashing against the corridor wall hard enough to leave a dent in the durasteel. For half a second nobody moved.

Then training took over.

SARIEL DOWN! Jeremiel lunged toward her while an enraged Raphael increased suppressive fire so aggressively the barrel of his repeater began glowing. He had no desire to care, he would turn the entire weapon to molten metal at this point.

KARK YOU!
Connel was already moving.

The mask turned toward the dug-in defenders for only a fraction of a second before shifting to the fallen sniper. Tactical assessment flashed through his mind instantly, severe trauma, internal bleeding likely, armor compromised, still conscious.

Still fighting.

Sariel shoved Jeremiel off her with a grunt before bracing herself upright against the shattered remains of a conduit housing.

Don’t you dare stop moving, she hissed, blood already running beneath the edge of her visor. Then she raised the rifle again.

Crack.

One Imperial lifted briefly above cover. His head disappeared. Crack.

Another dropped before he could finish shouting coordinates. Even dying, she was still controlling the corridor. That was the horrifying thing about Omega Squad.

Michael stared at her for half a heartbeat too long. Not again. Not another one. Azrael’s face flashed through his memory in the space between explosions. Deadman switch. Fire. Smoke. Sacrifice. You’re the baddest of all of us.

Blood running out of her mask, his own assessing her failing heartbeat, she said.Finish the mission… guh get’em home… She could barely give him her “dogtags”

Then training slammed back into place. He ripped a satchel charge free from his harness and dropped to one knee behind cover, hands already moving, fast, measured, automatic.

You’ve got ten seconds! Raphael roared.

Then buy me ten seconds!

The corridor shook violently again as more defenders flooded into the server room behind the barricades. The Imperials knew exactly what Omega Squad wanted now. They were reinforcing the data center and trying to pin them in the approach corridor long enough for heavier response teams to arrive.

Through the Force, Connel felt another presence brush against his thoughts. There was warmth, calm, and stabilization. He did not know her, but knew the familial connection to someone he did... Nitya. His jaw tightened beneath the mask immediately. Not anger.

Rejection.

The compartmentalized architecture of Ariel’s operational state had been forged carefully, painfully, over years of violence and discipline. Every emotion had a place. Every instinct chained exactly where it belonged. To touch that balance in the middle of combat felt dangerously close to grabbing the controls of a moving speeder.

~ Your assistance is appreciated, Master Xeriac… ~

A blaster bolt shattered against the wall beside his head. Connel never flinched. He simply returned fire with his own rifle.

~ …but stay out of my mind. ~

For a moment there was silence beneath the firefight.

Then Michael stood.

MOVE!

He hurled the charges. Two black shapes disappeared through smoke and blasterfire into the dug-in Imperial position. Connel moved instantly, throwing all of his flashbangs to blind the Imperials. FALL BACK!

Jeremiel grabbed Sariel’s shed gear beneath one arm while Raphael unloaded the last screaming burst from his repeater into the barricades ahead before pivoting hard into retreat. The first explosion hit like a physical punch. The corridor vanished in white-orange fire. The second charge detonated immediately after somewhere deeper inside the server room itself.

The floor bucked.

Barricades disintegrated. The E-Webs vanished in molten fragments. The blast wave tore outward through the hallway hard enough to knock pursuing defenders off their feet while ceiling panels collapsed in showers of sparks and twisted metal. And through it all…

Sariel kept firing.

One shot. Then another. Then another. Measured. Controlled. Buying them seconds with every pull of the trigger.

The squad disappeared around the collapsing junction just as the server room finally gave way behind them in a roar of twisting steel and erupting flame. For a brief moment, the entire prison dimmed. Then emergency lights flickered back weakly through the smoke.

The defenders who survived the blast staggered through dust and debris in stunned confusion, ears ringing, command structure shattered once more… and somewhere deeper in the prison, Task Force I’s escape route had hopefully finally opened.

Omega Squad had not broken the facility. They had carved its throat open just long enough for others to live.

TAGS • ARE • OPEN
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Dillon Kai'el]

GH-531
Tags: Braze , Deius Koman'na , Sergeant Omen

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He sighed and lifted his rifle back up and moved behind the Older man and Braze. A guard up ahead, no doubt confused on what happened walked into his crosshairs and two shots fired dropped the unlucky guard.

Dillon stood amidst the violence with a strange sense of calm about him. He simply acknowledged the action with a dip of his head before he moved towards the now obliterated first checkpoint. The old Jedi hummed to himself as he stepped around the various fallen imperials, shaking his head a bit.

"Shame," Dillon mused aloud, seemingly to the universe as opposed to anyone specific. "Wasted on such depravity. But I suppose imperial dogma is a briar not easily plucked from the heart..."

They had a moment to breath, considering there was a decently lengthy corridor between them and checkpoint two. Dillon took that moment to tear off a piece of his worn shirt to begin binding the wound on his head.

"Perhaps I should not have allowed them to get so carried away," he remarked with a laugh. "I seem to bleed much more than I remember in my old age."

Just a reminder that for all the strength he seemed to display, Dillon was no longer in his prime.

 

[Braze]

Tags: Dillon Kai'el Sergeant Omen Deius Koman'na ​

Braze took a heavy few breaths, seeming mildly winded from what he had released not long ago. The last traces of that strange glow clung to his fingertips for a moment before fading into the grime-stained air, leaving his hand faintly unsteady at his side.

He stood there and took his time, drawing in one breath, then another, trying to catch himself before the corridor lurched into violence again.

Braze padded slowly after Dillon Kai'el , careful not to let his steps rush ahead of his strength. He glanced back to Sergeant Omen and Deius Koman'na ,

"Doing alright?" He asked softly.

He kept moving after that, taking his time and letting the older Jedi lead, though his attention kept brushing the walls, the ceiling, the corridor ahead.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

ObJ 1: Going to the Greenhouse

Splitting off from the main fight, Omen went for the prison's greenhouse. Reaching it was the best shot for the main team to reach the treehouse. The only thing that mattered was if he could keep it up for as long as it took for the others to reach the control center.

With the raging firefight behind him, the Clone quickly bolted the door, then walked through rows of plants, wandering around as he looked for the right species to help grow. In the end, he found a small, malformed hydenock tree perfect for the task at hand. Now he just had to see if he was up to the task.

Pouring water and putting fertilizer around it from the greenhouse stores, Omen took a seat, crisscross, taking a breath before closing his eyes and mind to everything but the task before him. Come on, little one... Grow for me... Show everyone your potential... And slowly but surely, that little tree did grow, its branches spreading out into the air as it reached for the sunshine through the room's glass roof that was the only thing preventing him to be sucked out into space.

As the tree hit the room's ceiling, it spread out, busting through the air vent covers and moving through the ductwork, eventually busting out into the hallways as the red-leafed branches turned into nareled hands, snatching at the guards and flinging them around while they crapped their pants screaming. To say it was turning into bedlam through the prison, with the guards being seriously overwhelmed, was an understatement. The only problem was that Omen knew he couldn't keep this up for long; his mind and body were already straining to keep this new monster alive and kicking. Silently, he willed the Jedi to move quickly because if he was caught like this, the Clone would be a sitting duck.

Affected: Braze , Dillon Kai'el , Deius Koman'na

 

[Deius Koman'na]

Deius, Freed Fighting Prisoner
Location: GH-531
Action: The Prison Break
Tags: Dillon Kai'el | Braze | Sergeant Omen

Deius continued to move carefully through the hallway, his curiosity though had him inspect the remains of the first checkpoint. There wasn’t too much left to scavenge, but he found a holdout pistol from one of the downed guards. He wasn’t sure where to find any access keys but figured with both the old man and Braze, doors weren’t going to be an issue.

There was further commotion and he pressed himself against a large portion of a broken wall for cover.The other prisoners no doubt were attempting to fight through anywhere and anyhow, Deius wondered how any of them were getting out. He looked over his cover and lagged behind the others as he kept half of his attention behind them.

The other person that had spoken to Deius had seemingly left to go elsewhere, he wondered where exactly. The secondary checkpoint wasn’t too far, fortunately something had occupied some of the guard’s attention. Tree branches were perhaps the best descriptor that Deius could figure. He guessed they were on their side as none made any attempts to nash at him.

“Not to be pessimi-all negative here, but once we breach into their final checkpoint,” Deius spoke out loud, only stopped mid sentence as he was distracted by an incredibly aggressive branch throw a guard, “The garrison upstairs is gonna deploy if they haven’t already.”

Deius was confident that the two could probably take a battalion of Stormtroopers, maybe an entire legion of the Emperor’s best troops, but he could always use a bit more confidence. There was also the small issue with the automated defenses on the surface and what else the prison security that hasn't been sent down below to squash their prison revolution.
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